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“What was that? You were just giving up?!”
“You…saved my life.”
“Well, you clearly weren’t going to save yourself.”
“There was no other way.”
“No, you had plenty of time to stop me without having to die.”
“I was under a lot of pressure, no thanks to you, so excuse me if I couldn’t come up with a better solution.”
“You do look terrible, and it’s not because of me. What’s going on? This isn’t like you.”
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i quite literally had a marathon through your acc cus ur prompts are soo goooodd!!
i am currently working on a little oc story and desperately need a creative person's help. basically, my oc is Spiderwoman. she has a mask like Silk from Marvel but its nanotech (like a hologram on her face). i need prompts on how to unmask her. to set the scene its basically like the movie ATSV, where my oc is fighting a villain and at the end of it she meets the other vigilantes and then unmasks herself but idk how and what will cause her to do so (she does it willingly ofc). to make it even more dramatic shes a pretty pretty girl so everyone is like :0 when seeing her unmasked and i just need prompts on how she does so.
i hope this made sense, i am NOT good at wording bc eng isnt my first language but i hope you understood. LOVE U SM, STAY HYDRATED, MWAHH<3
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superhero unmasking prompts
hey! thank u for the compliment! ur oc story sounds super cool btw. i always love superhero stories (i have developed an oc for dcu and she's been active in my brain for the last 9 years)
⇴ person a nervously looks around as their mask begins to disappear. their heart is pounding in their chest as the anticipation in the air begins to rise.
⇴ person a takes off their mask to build trust with her new friends (friends, not coworkers!)
⇴ "um. surprise?" "you did not tell me you looked like that."
⇴ ^ "yeah, i think that's the point of a mask."
⇴ person a finally feels safe and comfortable around the other vigilantes, which allows her to finally take off her mask like everyone else has.
⇴ alternatively... person a sees that everyone else has taken their masks off and then takes their own mask off to join the crowd (this one is a lot less sentimental, as person a has no problem revealing their secret identity).
⇴ "wait. you have nanotech masks!? why doesn't my universe have a nanotech mask??"
okay, so i gave u some dialogue and some scenarios, but the superhero nerd in me wants to give u some tips too.
unmasking: reasons
⇴ as a way to build trust
⇴ as a way to build comradery
⇴ because they're all spidermen/spiderwomen/spiderpeople, so there's no reason to keep a secret identity in the first place
⇴ unmasking as a big plotpoint (could be the oc's climax or a way to build relationships between other characters)
unmasking yourself is personal in any circumstance. for example, even though all the spiderpeople in ATSV are seen unmasked, those people are only unmasked around the other spiderpeople, not around the people in their own universe.
when your oc is unmasking, make it a big plot point. how important is their secret identity? are they scared of unmasking after fighting the villain? what are the stakes at hand here?
unmasking: dialogue
since your oc is very pretty, think to yourself of how you would react when seeing a very beautiful person.
⇴ think of how you would respond, and then try to apply it to the other characters. of course, make sure it's not out of character.
if whatever you're thinking is not in line with what one of the characters would think, then don't include it (even if it's for the sake of storytelling).
⇴ when describing how characters are reacting, sometimes (instead of dialogue) using physical characteristics are better.
for example
"you're gorgeous!" person b gasps
person b gapes at person a for a few seconds. their eyes seem like they're bulging out of their head, and suddenly their mouth feels a lot drier than usual. a gulp escapes person b's mouth before saying, "you're gorgeous!"
doesn't that add a lot more? of course, write however you'd like, but if you really want to emphasize a character's beauty, try using physical reactions as well.
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Prompt List 19
"I don't know what to do with my life if I can't be out there with you."
"Sometimes I wonder if what we're doing is really for the greater good." "What do you mean?"
"It's not exactly like I can put vigilantism down as my occupation, not for insurance purposes at least."
"Please, they'll die if you don't help us."
"It's the end of the world as we know it." "Please stop singing that."
"The things I've been through for you, and you still don't trust me, ridiculous."
"Either both of us make it out alive or there's no point."
"Let me get this straight, you run across rooftops every night, but you can't ask out the bartender?"
"I know I'm the last person this will mean anything from, but he'd be proud of you."
"I risked my life to save these people before and look where that got me!"
"You're just not hero material kid, and that's just fine. If we were all good, it'd get boring."
"His rules don't work for everyone, branch out a little. Find your own footing."
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my arch nemesis." "We haven't even fought each other twice, what are you talking about?"
"There are some lines that we cannot cross." "Do I look like Batman to you?"
"I wanted to save the world once, and now it's going to fall at my will."
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Villain prompt 03
After years of plotting revenge, the villain finally confronts their former childhood friend, who they discover has become a celebrated hero. As they begin to enact their plan for revenge, the villain realizes that the hero had betrayed someone else and was trying to protect them from their fury.
Too late for explanations.
The hero is dead, Supervillain cradles Villain's trembling shape in their arms.
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Random prompt #59
TW: suggestive
Villain stirred awake, rubbing sleepily at their eyes with a hand. They nestled closer to the source of warmth in front of them, melting into the arms wrapped comfortably around them-
Wait, arms?
Their eyes snapped open and their gaze met the sight of a well-muscled chest. Swallowing nervously, they tilted their chin up and met gazes with owner of said chest, red immediately flushing up their neck and face.
Oh, Supervillain was going to kill them when they found out. As soon as they stepped back into base, they'd be gone-
"Good morning, my dear." Superhero's voice brought Villain back to the present and out of their thoughts, as well as the hand tracing over the various love-bites on their skin.
Okay, maybe this wasn't too bad. Besides, Supervillain may not even find out!
Villain relaxed once more, murmuring a 'good morning' as they rested their forehead on the hero's shoulder. They basically started purring as they felt Superhero hold them closer, pressing a kiss to their mussed hair.
The villain made a mental reminder to themself to rile up Superhero during late-night fights, especially if it meant they got to spend more of their mornings pressed close to them in the hero's bed.
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“How has no one else noticed your powers? Just the other day I swear I saw a picture of you using them.”
“Yeah, there are a bunch of those floating around online. Everyone seems to think it’s just photoshop.”
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Superhero in their civilian disguise in a hostage situation
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hi! i’m currently writing a story between two heroes (in a modern setting) and it’s difficult to find prompts for hero x hero. do you happen to have any prompts, etc. for that scenario?
I had so much fun with these prompts. Hero x Hero is such an underrated pairing. As always, let me know if you want some more or ones that are less specific.
Hero x Hero Prompts
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A and B cover different parts of the city, so they never cross paths when they’re on duty. Every evening, they both end up in the same bar where they talk about their day and the crazy things that happened.
A wasn’t prepared for the social image pressures that come with being a hero. B offers to handle their social obligations (photoshoots, interviews, etc.) while A can focus on the superhero stuff.
A has given up their superhero life and their mantel has been passed onto B. They hang around as B trains, giving unwanted advice and tips to make sure “B doesn’t destroy their reputation.”
The Villain learns of A’s feelings for B, so they manufacture traps to catch A so B can save them.
A is a vigilante who meets B, another vigilante, on the job. They start working together and A falls in love with B. One day, A learns that B was never a vigilante, they’re the villain who was scouting out the area undercover when they decided to go along with A and turn to a life of good.
Oneliners
“Can you teach me how to do that move?”
“Sorry, I can’t concentrate on what you’re saying when your outfit is that tight.”
“Sometimes I feel like you’re putting yourself in danger on purpose.”
“We’ve been good guys for weeks now. Don’t you want to do something bad?”
“Now you’re the damsel in distress. Oh how the mighty have fallen.”
“You’re good, okay? You don’t have to prove it to me or the bad guys or the city. You are good, even when you’re not fighting crime.”
“I love you, but I can’t give up this life.”
“I love that you’re always here to save me.”
“We are not faking our deaths again.”
*A beats someone up* B: “That’s so hot.”
Also see:
Villain x Hero prompts and oneliners
Oblivious Hero x Villain prompts and oneliners
Person x Person masterlist
Prompts masterlist
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“And there’s nothing you can do to stop me- Son?!”
“...Hi.. Dad.”
“Well, it’s a surprise seeing you opposing me, ain’t it my boy!”
“..Yeah..”
“Wait, Hero?! You’re this- guys son?!”
“..Is.. Is that a problem?”
“No, but..” “But what?” “Well, your dad is, well your dad is a bit of a villain..?”
“..Didn’t you promise that if a hero had a villainous family, you wouldn’t immediately kick them out?” “Yeah but..”
“You better not! And I swear if you kick out my son, just because he’s related to me, I’ll do something horrible!” “..Thanks dad..?”
“No problem kiddo!”
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"Why didn't you tell us you're a robot?"
"When people find out, I'm always treated like a tool, not an individual."
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Superhero / Villain month prompt list
1: Mentor and Apprentice
2: “Go ahead, hit me.”
3: Glowing Hands
4: “This is wrong.”
5: Thieves In The Night
6: “You’re not who I thought you were.”
7: Held At Finger-point
8: “Am I really the villain, or are you just lying to yourself?”
9: Switching sides
10: “Dodge first, monologue later!”
11: Three Against One
12: “I don’t need powers, I have science!”
13: New Suit
14: “Your a sad excuse for a villain.”
15: Final Stand
16: “I’m a villain but I’m not evil.”
17: Ability Swap
18: “Get down!”
19: Friendly Competition
20: “No more lives need to be lost.”
21: Sidekick vs Sidekick
22: “I think it’s time to retire.”
23: Stitches
24: “I… need help.”
25: Sleepless Nights
26: “Breath.”
27: A Day In The Life
28: “Please don’t leave me.”
29: To Much Blood
30: “You promised!
31: Peace
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Prompt List 22
"Aren't you supposed to be taking it easy?"
"You have got to be more careful. I can't think about what would happen if I lost you."
"This is going to sting a bit, so stay still."
"I have to admit, these aren't the worst stitches you've done on yourself. You're improving."
"All that money spent on medical school and now I'm stuck patching up vigilantes."
"They say that one inch to the left and you'd be dead." "Trust me, that doctor wouldn't know an inch if you handed him a ruler."
"This line of work is dangerous, but the people we help need us."
"I think it's broken." "Yeah, that one's pretty obvious."
"It's one thing to fight people at night dressed in your silly costume, it's another to do it in the middle of the day with a bunch of witnesses."
"I told him not the face."
"Do you think this will scar? I heard chicks dig scars."
"Whoa, who said you could bring a gun to the fist fight?"
"There are guards everywhere, we can't get in." "You can with a good distraction."
"Tell them what I did, don't let my sacrifice be for nothing."
"You might want to start talking, it's a ten story drop from here and while I can fly, you can't."
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"Hero, I'm going to give you a choice. You can pay me a hundred thousand dollars and get this thing back," Villain said, gesturing to the stuffed animal in their other hand, "or you can refuse to pay and I'll burn this thing."
"Oh, God, this is a hard choice..."
"Wait, what? You're actually considering it? I was joki-"
"I'll pay you!"
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Random prompt #86
"Superhero, kep your weird, creepy cupid thing out of my territory!" Supervillain shouted, throwing a stubborn Hero out of their arms and onto the nearest chair in the office.
Hero gave a protesting huff before they moved themself to lay comfortable over the chair, legs hooking over one of the arms. Adjusting their hair with a hand, they went back to eyeing Supervillain with a disgustingly lovely gaze.
"It's fine. They're not causing any trouble. They just want to be around you." Superhero gestured towards Hero's general direction with a flourish, their head nod raising to meet their arch-nemesis' eyes. "They adore you."
Supervillain grimaced at the reminder, eyes scrunching up with visual distaste as they scanned their so-called admirer. Hero wore a fond look, batting their eyes and keeping a trusting smile on their lips. They were always so relaxed near the master criminal, so gullible and oblivious to just how much power the other had at their fingertips.
"Whatever," Supervillain spat as they turned to leave. "I don't care how much of a 'fan' they are. Just keep them away from me!"
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Superhero did no such thing.
Like usual, Hero appeared to bother Supervillain at their base the next day, somehow finding another entrance that had yet to be found or sealed. They nestled themself into the criminal's chair in their office, getting comfy as they waited for their favourite person to get back from their latest heist.
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Character A is the hero of their city. Fighting evil, saving lives, you get the gist. Every hero needs a villain, and that's what Character B embodies perfectly. Twirly mustache, evil henchman and all.
But then there's Character C. One that doesn't really fit into the narrative. The small time citizen that seems to always in the middle of the two, whether they like it or not.
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Soulmark AU + Sleeping Beauty ; requested by @candeartist422!
For the last few years, Duke’s been waiting for his soulmate to die.
It sounds cruel to say it that way. But the waiting is more painful, he thinks, than just mourning a lost love. It’s not like most people ever meet their soulmates anyways; his parents weren’t meant to be, but they still loved each other and had a life together. He wishes he could turn his focus away from his soulmate, but Duke is a romantic at heart and has always wanted to find the other half of his soul.
But since he was fourteen, his soulmark has dulled, fading in and out of color. What was once a vibrant blue crystal star, with eight points and a swirl of watercolor hues around it, dimmed more and more until Duke was sure he was watching his soulmate die slowly.
His soulmate didn’t die then. Whoever they are got better, his soulmark gaining color, but it never went back to the way it was. For years after, Duke would check at the beginning and end of each day, keeping track of when it faded and when it regained its color.
He thought his soulmate was sick. In and out of hospitals, fighting to stay alive.
And then it went nearly colorless.
Duke doesn’t remember much about that day. He knows he woke up, brushed his teeth, the lifted up his shirt to check his soulmark in the mirror. The blue was almost completely gone, the star on his left hipbone nearly gray with how colorless it was. He started at it for a moment, shocked, and reality slid away from him as he retreated into the safety of his mind, fully dissociating.
Bruce had found him when Duke didn’t show up for breakfast. He held him and offered quiet words of comfort that Duke couldn’t understand, but just having someone with him lessened the hurt of losing his soulmate.
Seeing the color come back the next day, faint as it was, hurt even more.
A year later, Duke still can’t break the habit of checking his soulmark twice a day. It hasn’t changed at all, still faint and dim, but carrying just enough color to show that his soulmate was still alive. At the very least, they were still breathing, but his chance of ever meeting them is basically zero. Still, he can’t help but hope, wishing that he could meet them even once before they die and leave him forever.
“Same as ever,” he murmurs to himself as he brushes his thumb against his soulmark. He’s terrified that he’s forgotten how beautiful the blue of it was when his soulmate was healthy.
Duke doesn’t let himself think on it too much anymore. Though his thoughts often turn to his soulmate during quiet moments like these, the busy nature of Gotham is usually more than enough to pull his attention back to the here and now. There’s no use in obsessing over his soulmate anyways; they’re just going to die, sooner or later, and Duke knows he’ll never get to meet them. They’ll just be another empty space in his life, right next to his parents.
“Come on, Thomas, focus,” he tells himself firmly, then gets dressed and heads down to the kitchen for breakfast.
The manor is quiet. It usually is in the mornings, with everyone from the night shift dead asleep and trying to get as much rest as they can before they have to start their day. Not that many of them stay in the manor these days; Duke and Damian are the only permanent residents at the moment, but Steph usually stays half with her mom and half in the manor during the summers when she’s home from college, and the others drop in whenever they feel like it.
Bruce lives more in the Batcave than the manor, so he doesn’t really count. It’s also why Duke is surprised to see Bruce awake and dressed like a normal person, drinking coffee in the kitchen as if this is a normal occurrence.
“Morning,” Duke offers.
“Good morning, Duke,” Bruce replies. “Sleep well?”
“Well enough. Alfred out or something?”
“He may have kicked me out of the Batcave to clean it up a bit,” Bruce answers tiredly. “Want me to make breakfast?”
Duke has heard the horror stories of Bruce’s attempts to make edible food in a kitchen. In the interest of not dealing with food poisoning, Duke shakes his head quickly and says, “Nah, it’s fine. I was kinda wanting to eat out for breakfast. Get out there as me, and not a mask, you know?”
“Mind if I join you? Alfred may forgive me for not sleeping if I willingly go outside.”
Duke laughs. “Sure man, as long as you pay.”
“I’ll drive, too.”
“What, don’t trust me behind a wheel?”
Bruce gives him a tired look, eyes dead and dull. “I have taught all my children how to drive. The day I willingly let them take the wheel when I am not actively dying is the day I’ve been replaced by a robot clone of myself who doesn’t know better yet.”
“That is… very specific. Is that a thing you usually worry about?”
“I’m Batman. I have to worry about everything.”
Yeah, that tracks. Duke wouldn’t be surprised if he has at least five contingency plans for that scenario, should it ever happen. “Well,” he says, “Right now, all you need to worry about is having your wallet and driving us down to The Foodie Nook. I’ve been craving their breakfast plates for ages.”
Bruce doesn’t object to his choice of restaurant and follows Duke down to the garage, grabbing a random set of keys and pointing it out to the many cars he owns. One near the front blinks its lights as it unlocks and Duke cheerfully tosses himself into the passenger seat as Bruce opens the garage door.
The drive into Gotham is smooth. They don’t hit traffic until they reach the bridge that leads into the city proper, taking them away from the quiet of Bristol. The morning is busy, but not enough that Duke worries about being out as the Signal to help keep the peace. It’s a normal type of busy, one borne from people going about their lives, feeling safe enough to go out.
The Foodie Nook is entirely local and very popular, so the parking lot is nearly full. But they expanded their space last year, which means he and Bruce don’t have to sit outside while they wait to grab a table. Bruce keeps conversation light and casual, well aware of the many listening ears around them, and it’s nice, feeling normal for once.
Well, as normal as life can be with Bruce Wayne™. The server who comes to lead them to a table realizes who she’s talking to after she gets a proper look at them while holding open the door and promptly stutters over her words.
“No need for any special treatment,” Bruce laughs lightly, “We’re just here for breakfast. Nothing special.”
“Of course,” she replies, cheeks red. “Um, right this way! We’ve got a table by the windows for you. Just two, yeah?”
“Yup! Just two. Thought this was a good day to spend some time with Duke. He’s a great kid, you know, I’m glad I was given the opportunity to foster him.”
The sunny, cheerful Bruce Wayne persona is so different from the usual Bruce he works with that it feels like he’s standing next to a stranger. But his words are sincere and warm his heart, filling up the gaps that his soulmate has left.
“Here you are!” their server announces, showing them to their table. “I’ll be right back with some menus.” She’s gone in a rush, and other customers glance over before quickly averting their gaze.
It’s one of the unspoken rules of Gotham: give the Waynes their privacy while they’re out in public. Questions and conversation are for public events only, but if they see a Wayne out and about during a normal day, everyone leaves them be unless spoken to first. Duke used to follow those rules as well when he was just another Gothamite. It’s strange being on the other side of that now that he’s in with the Waynes.
Duke barely has to look through the menu when it’s handed to him. The breakfast plates are his favorites and he gets one every single time he comes to The Foodie Nook; stacked full with breakfast foods from around the world. As a kid, he loved the Mexico Plate, but these days he’s craving either the Brazilian Plate or the Vietnamese Plate.
He can’t decide on which one and thinks about tossing a coin to decide, but seeing how that’s Two Face’s whole thing, he decides to hold off and settle the matter with eenie-meenie-minnie-mo.
He gets the Vietnamese Plate.
Bruce, on the other hand, reads through the entire menu like it’s a novel, then leans over and says rather loudly, “Duke, what’s a tort-illa.”
The pain he feels hearing that is only worsened by the amusement in Bruce’s eyes. He’s doing it on purpose, playing up the Brucie act for the public so he can psychologically torment Duke. A few nearby customers choke back laughter, turning away to hide their smiles.
Duke shakes his head and says, “Don’t worry about it. It’s just food. Don’t ask any more questions, I just want a peaceful breakfast.”
“Well then,” Bruce replies, “I suppose I know what to order now.”
As if she was summoned, their server reappears before them, cheeks still looking a little flushed. “Hi! Ready to order?”
She writes down their orders quickly, valiantly keeping a straight face at Bruce’s mispronunciation of tortilla, then heads off to deliver their orders to the kitchen.
Rather than draw out a conversation with Brucie Wayne, Duke settles for playing a few idle games on his phone; his current favorite is one quiet cat cafe game where he directs cats into fulfilling cafe orders.
Bruce, despite being out in his civilian identity, is working. He’s on his Batman phone, which looks the same as his other cell phones except this one has a bat symbol sticker just barely hiding a Superman sticker on the phone case. His brow is slightly furrowed as he reads whatever file he’s accessing from the Batcomputer. It’s a little worrying but it could be anything. Bruce makes the same expression when he reads one of Tim’s snarky comments getting quoted in the news.
But that’s not Duke’s problem! He’s here to enjoy his breakfast and it will take the end of the world itself to remove him from his seat before he’s done eating.
The game takes most of his attention until their food comes out, and by then Bruce has tucked away the smallest of his Batman mannerisms. They enjoy a normal, peaceful breakfast. Bruce ends it by asking their server if she has any debt that’s weighing her down, then giving her a tip that’s at least five thousand dollars above that.
She does cry and Bruce hugs her. It’s very sweet.
As soon as they get back into the car, his easy going smile drops and Duke knows some superhero nonsense is about to take over his day.
“Duke,” Bruce starts, seriously, “I received a message from Zatanna.”
“Don’t drag this out,” Duke says, “Just give it to me straight. What terrible thing is about to happen to us?”
“It’s nothing too big. They just recently defeated a magical being who had been tearing apart secret government facilities in Illinois. He had both magic and a high tech weapon, which they confiscated and are delivering to me. The government agency he was fighting was suspiciously interested in the weapon, and based on their behaviors and newly revealed work, Zatanna made the decision to turn the weapon over to us so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”
Bruce smoothly merges into traffic as he speaks, getting them onto the road back to the manor. There’s a look in his eyes that means he’s keeping a lot unsaid, and Duke knows without a doubt that whatever this government agency was doing is bad if Zatanna needs Batman to act as extra security.
He’s not sure about her decision to trust the weapon to be safe in Gotham, either. Sure, Batman will keep it as safe as he can, but with their luck, it’ll end up in the hands of a Rogue and lead to a lot of death and destruction.
As soon as they cross the bridge and return to Bristol, Bruce steps on the gas and the car tears down the road. Without any other cars to worry about (or traffic laws), it takes barely two minutes to reach the manor, when the gates open for them and let them into the garage.
Alfred waits for them by the door, looking them over with a critical eye. “I see you have managed to go outside, Master Bruce. What’s the special occasion?”
“Just breakfast,” Bruce answers. “I’m heading back down to the Batcave. Zatanna will be here soon to deliver a weapon.” He’s gone before Alfred can say anything more, hurrying down the hall and turning the corner, disappearing from sight as he heads towards his office.
“I see we have yet to break that bad habit of his. Did you enjoy your morning out, Master Duke?”
“Sure did, Alfred. I’m, uh, also going down to the Batcave. He’s definitely not telling me a lot about what’s going on, so I’m just going to read about it over his shoulder. I’ll be back up for lunch, though!”
“And perhaps you’ll be able to drag Master Bruce away from that cave of his,” Alfred comments wryly as he walks with Duke towards the office. He gives Duke a nod, then splits away from him, returning to the kitchen where Duke can hear Damian speaking to someone, probably Tim by the annoyed tone of his voice, and mentally wishes Alfred luck in handling them.
Duke sets the correct time on the clock in Bruce’s office and heads down to the Batcave, taking the steps two at a time.
Bruce is already at the Batcomputer, shoulders tensed, when he arrives.
“More bad news?” he asks as he makes his way over.
Bruce doesn’t bother looking away from the screen as he says, “More details about the fight. It seems the magical being called himself a ghost and was going on a rampage due to a betrayal. He says they nearly killed his son.”
“Oh, yikes.”
“And two of the scientists working with the government agency said that he stole their son and is keeping them from saving him.”
“Yikes,” Duke says with more feeling.
He doesn’t get to hear anymore details about JLD’s fight with this ghost when he catches a flicker in the corner of his eye. Duke turns and stares at the empty space in the Batcave near the medbay and watches as colorful magic gathers and swirls in dizzing circles. The portal opens a moment later and Zatanna steps out, looking exhausted and lightly singed.
“Batman,” she greets, holding a white gun that looks like it belongs in an early sci-fi movie from the 60s. “The GIW is trying to arrest us. Constantine keeps burning their badges and documents so it shouldn’t be a problem, but they are determined to get this back. I wouldn’t be surprised if they came after you next. They’ve got some way of tracking things, but I didn’t have time to get any details before I had to leave.”
Bruce takes the gun from her hands carefully, looking it over with a sharp gaze. “Why would a ghost want to use a gun?”
“I don’t know. He had a variety of powers, too.”
“What does this do?”
“Shoots ice. He never let it go and nearly burned me alive for taking it before we subdued him.”
“We’ll keep it locked up,” Bruce promises.
Zatanna sighs. It looks as though a physical weight fell off her shoulders. “Thanks. I’m going to head back to stop Constantine from getting into a fistfight with the GIW agents.”
She opens another portal with a waved hand and a muttered spell. Bruce is already walking away to set the gun down on a work station, so Duke is the one to wave Zatanna goodbye.
By the time he reaches Bruce’s side, the gun is already dismantled, all pieces neatly set aside. Sticky notes denote which pieces go together and in what order. It looks the same as most guns, save for the aesthetic, but the heart of it is a glowing blue orb, large enough to cover the entirety of Bruce’s palm, and it brings a chill to the air.
Duke stares at it and feels his soulmark burn ice cold.
“Duke?”
It’s in his hands. He doesn’t remember reaching out to take it, but it’s in his hands. He can’t take his eyes off of it, cradling it gently and bringing it closer to his chest.
It’s the same blue his soulmark once was. Before his soulmate began to fade, before every day became a waiting game to see how long his soulmate will last before they die.
This has something to do with his soulmate. He’s sure of it.
He won’t let anyone take it from him.
“Duke. Give that to me.”
He doesn’t feel like he’s in his body. He’s detached, floating somewhere outside his body, puppeteering his limbs, making them move without feeling the motion. Shadows condense around his feet and Bruce takes a step back, wary.
“Duke,” he says again, but Duke can’t find any words, can’t draw on his voice, can’t even look away from the bright, bright blue of the orb. It pulses lightly in his hand like a heartbeat.
Bruce reaches a hand out.
He’s pulled back by shadows before he can get close, and Duke holds the orb against his chest, right against his heart, and feels the cold seep into him.
“Duke. I need you to look at me.” This time, Bruce’s voice has Batman’s growl in it, a heavy command that he can’t help but instinctively follow. He looks up and meets Bruce’s eyes, but he can’t focus. All his awareness is in his hands and the heartbeat of the glowing orb.
“I have to protect this,” Duke manages to whisper. “I… I think it’s alive.”
“Okay. Let’s get you to the medbay so you can sit down. We’ll figure this out, Duke.”
Bruce slowly, carefully, sets his hand on Duke’s shoulder. He keeps his attention away from the orb, so Duke allows it and lets Bruce guide him to the medbay and onto one of the medical cots. Bruce leaves him after a minute of quiet fussing, muttering about calling Zatanna.
Whatever. None of that matters when the heartbeat of the orb grows stronger, steadier, and Duke feels it match the beat of his own heart.
Time slips away from him. Distantly, he hears people move around the cave, speaking in low tones. A hand presses against his shoulder, warm, then moves away.
The orb in his hand moves.
Duke blinks slowly, then claws his way back to awareness, pushing past the haze that’s fallen over his mind. The orb turns over in his hand, then cracks right down the middle. The glow grows stronger, washing the medbay in blue light and a symbol appears on the orb.
It’s his soulmark.
Later, he won’t be able to say why he did it. There were no thoughts, no reasonings, no explanations. Duke simply moved on instinct and lifted the orb up to his face and pressed a soft kiss against it.
One moment, the orb was still.
The next, it had burst in a flash of light that blinded everyone in the Batcave, and then a thin, injured teenager had fallen into Duke’s lap.
Hands immediately grab him, pulling him away from Duke. The teenager puts up no fight, eyes barely open, but he reaches for Duke weakly. On his wrist is the bright blue snowflake, the color strong and vivid.
“That’s me soulmate,” Duke whispers as he watches Bruce and Tim set the boy down on another medical cot.
“What?” Tim says, turning to face Duke, concern clear on his face.
“That’s my soulmate,” he repeats, louder. Then, panicked, he pulls up his shirt enough to see his own soulmark; the color is still dull, weak, barely there, but it’s more blue that it has been in a while. He doesn’t need to say anything. Tim sees the dullness of his soulmark, looks at the boy, and puts the pieces together on his own.
“I’ll call Doc Thompkins,” he says, already moving to fix everything. Bruce remains where he is, making sure the boy is tucked in and breathing steadily before he returns to Duke.
“Are you alright?”
Duke swallows roughly, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy. He’s pale and thin, as if he’d been starved, and there’s frost beginning to spread on the bedsheet from his fingers. “He’s my soulmate,” Duke manages to say. “He’s been dying for two years.”
Bruce’s eyes a hard, a determined light in them. “We’ll save him,” he promises.
If anyone can, it’s Batman.
If anyone can, it’s them, Batman and the Signal, and their entire network of family and friends.
Duke’s been waiting for his soulmate to die all this time. Now, he’s going to save him.
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompt fill#my writing#i dont really know much abt jld so they are not really in here#just duke trying to live his life and have a nice day with bruce#when his soul mate gets thrown at him in the form of an ORB#(ghost core but they dont know that yet)#dannys gonna have to answer so many questions once hes awake bc not many know abt realms beings#its gonna be rough for him bc he's been asleep for 2 years in his core bc he was never safe enough to recover#until duke gave him a boost (plus the power of soulmates really helped him) and he woke up#in a cave with his soulmate and a whole crew of superheroes#what a thing to open ur eyes to. rip danny lol#thanks for the prompt!
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