Okay so I remember a convo we had in call about loving writing wings but you dont usually write them cuz whump wings are usually amputation which you don't mess with, and I dont want whump in general soooooo what about:
Villain has wings, was tortured by supervillain, rescued by hero, still has their wings but they are in bad shape. So hero is helping a shy/withdrawn villain straighten them out, treat their wounds, etc, and then when they are done villain just quietly asks them not to stop touching them cuz it's really calming and they fall asleep ♡
Bonus points for:
-villain being touch starved
-villain blushing, hero calling them cute
Hi Crewe! I would be more than happy to write this for you! Thanks for requesting this, here you go! P.S. I’m sorry it’s so short, I’m not experienced in writing winged characters so I hope it’s okay!
Villain sat perched on an ottoman, while Hero entered the living room with a fresh roll of bandages. They sat behind Villain and examined their wings. Hero cleaned the blood off of Villain’s wing with a damp cloth, applying medicine to the wound then wrapping it in bandages. Villain’s breath suddenly hitched, and Hero quickly pulled away.
“Sorry, I’m trying to be gentle,” Hero said with a sympathetic wince.
“N-no, it isn’t that,” Villain admitted.
Hero tilted their head, puzzled. They started to preen Villain’s feathers for them, and the criminal practically melted into the touch.
“Villain?” Hero asked.
When they received no response, it clicked. Hero began to stroke Villain’s feathers softly, their touch light and gentle. After several minutes, Hero pulled their hand away.
“Don’t stop,” Villain pleaded quietly.
Hero smiled softly. They returned to stroking Villain’s feathers. Villain turned, revealing a blush decorating their features.
“You’re so cute when you’re blushing,” Hero remarked.
Villain’s blush deepened, hiding their face in their good wing. It was only when Villain’s eyes started to droop, and they began to sway on the ottoman did Hero stop petting their wings and circle around to face them.
“Getting sleepy?” Hero asked.
“Hm,” Villain hummed in response.
“Here, come with me.”
Hero took Villain by the hand and led them up to their bedroom. They arranged the pillows and blankets on the bed to accommodate Villain’s wings. They helped Villain climb into the nest.
“Well, uh, if you need anything… you know… just call for me…”
Hero went to leave, but Villain reached out for them weakly.
“Please stay,” they whispered.
Hero blinked, a light blush creeping into their features. Hero nodded mutely, climbing into bed with Villain. Villain covered them with their good wing and snuggled closer to them. Hero carded a hand through their hair until Villain drifted off. Hero made a mental note to destroy Supervillain the minute they got the chance.
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Villain swayed on their feet, tears still running down their face and chest heaving. They were struggling to just keep themself standing.
Despite the criminal being out of costume, Hero immediately recognized them, and that something was missing. Quickly, the hero moved Villain into their arms, leading them inside while murmuring hushed, comforting words.
Their wings. Villain's wings were gone.
The villain had kept their wings as well-kept as possible at all times. They avoided getting them dirty and wet unless washing them, spent hours (sometimes even with Hero) combing through their feathers when they felt even one was off and tried to keep them from getting hit when in battle.
Something was wrong, and Hero knew it. They lowered themself onto the floor, still cradling their enemy in their arms and carding one of their hands through their hair, running lovingly over their scalp.
Villain murmured something unintelligible, words slurring together and sobs cutting them off. They curled into Hero and hid their face in the crook of their neck, trying to distract themself from the empty feeling on their back.
As Hero's hand brushed along their spine, the villain let out a strangled cry, the movement immediately stopping at the noise.
"Villain, what happened?..." The hero asked softly, moving the hand on their back to cup their waist instead. They didn't get any answer besides another babble of incoherent stuttering.
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Burning Wings
“Villain, halt!”
The villain in question stood at the edge of the complex’s roof, his pearly white teeth displayed in a mischievous grin. His black cloak twirled in the wind. He weighed a pouch in his hand.
“You want this?”
He looped the pouch around his belt.
“Come and get it.”
Villain leaps from the ledge.
“Villain!” Hero races to the edge, peering over. The wind whips his dirty blonde hair, sending embers through the crisp autumn air.
From below, a silhouette shoots out, soaring through the sky. Villain laughs as he surpasses the crime fighter, his wings, snow-white with a silver lining, flapping before switching to a glide.
Hero steps back, eyes widening at the sight. There’s something magnificent about it, how his wings slice through the evening sky, the invisible hands of the wind tousling his pristine feathers and chestnut hair, a splash of light on a dark canvas. He shakes off the thought.
“Villain! I'm warning you. Return the artifact now.”
“Or what,” Villain coos. “You’ll arrest me?” He snorts. “You’d need to catch me first. Unless you’ve been hiding wings of your own, I don't see that happening any time soon.” He’s not even trying to escape, instead preferring to do graceful loops above the other's head, just out of range of any projectiles Hero could muster.
Hero curls and uncurls his fists, stepping towards the edge. His foot straddles the edge, turning his stomach. A wave of nausea settles over him. One step and several stories of free fall would lead him to his end. He gulps.
“Don't make me do this.”
Villain scoffs.
“I'm not making you do anything. Now use that big boy brain of yours and run along now. No need to scrape a perfectly good hero off the ground.” He makes a shooing motion.
Hero steps back, earning a smirk from the avian criminal.
“Good boy. I'll see you again sometime. It's been fun.”
Hero growls, fire licking at his fists. The concrete beneath him chars. Taking a breath, Hero forces his hands open. From his palms, a concentrated stream of fire strikes the roof, just like he practiced. It grows in strength, lifting his feet from the cement. Hero wobbles as his feet leave the steady surface.
Directing more energy toward the beams, he propels himself over the edge and towards the startled villain.
“What the-you can fly!”
Don't remind me.
He nearly slams straight into him before the villain gains the sense to dodge. He barely catches himself, pivoting to face his feathered target.
“Gaining new tricks every day now aren't we, firecracker. You almost got me that time, but you're going to have to do better if you want to cage this bird.” Villain flaps his wings, racing straight by the fumbling hero. The force of his wake nearly causes the hero to drop.
Pale-faced, Hero gives chase. His forehead is coated with a sheen of sweat and his arms tremble. He doesn't know if it's more from the exertion or from the knowledge that stopping would mean plummeting and plummeting would mean-
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Just catch Villain. You need to catch Villain.
“Poor Hero. Poor, poor Hero.” Villain shakes his head. “It's a shame, you know? Someone like you, you were born to fly yet a superficial fear holds you back. Imagine what you could do if you weren't so scared. By now, you might have been almost as good as me.”
Hero grits his teeth, struggling not to puke and to keep his temper, yet the villain’s words boil his blood. The fire races through him, giving him strength.
He pours everything he has into the blast, slamming into Villain with enough speed to send him tumbling. Falling. Falling!
“Villain,” Hero screeches, clinging white-knuckled to the dazed criminal’s shirt, flames leaping from his fingers.
“Wha-” Villain starts, his eyes beginning to focus. “Hero. Let go,” he starts, shoving at the hysterical hero.
“No no no. I can't. I can't,” he sobs, tears sizzling as they stream down his face.
Villain extends his wings, catching the wind but falters. Hero’s flames creep through his feathers, snatching them up with each greedy touch.
Villain beats his wings rapidly, a wave of panic overcoming him. Each flap only serves to feed the flames.
Villain pries desperately at Hero’s fingers as if dropping him would stop the flames that had already begun to feast. He cries out, tears streaking his ashen face, pain racking through him.
The pair spiral downwards, Villain no longer able to support them as his wings are engulfed by the blaze.
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Can be read as a continuation of this
.・゜-: ✧ :-
It's been a few weeks, really, since the day he met his biological father.
The oversized hoodie drowned him, a perfect haven while he waits near the entrance to arkham asylum.
The whole week rushed by after the event. His mom, wonderful, black belt, kickass mom had fretted over him the whole time, messaging his therapist not long after and getting an appointment.
His dad had been clingy, giving him bear hugs left and right, it felt nice. Jazz hadn't let him out of her sight for one moment, always searching, always studying.
Man, he loved his family.
"Are you going to visit him?" The gruff voice of Batman asks, and danny shrieks, jumping away as he looks at the vigilante with wide eyes.
"Oh Ancients—! Don't scare me like that!" Danny scolds, hand over his chest and breathing hard.
He can feel the amusement wafting off of Batman. Or something.
Huffing, the child leans against the brickstone pillar holding the gate again.
"No," he ends up answering. "I'm not here to visit... him."
Batman listens quietly, simply standing next to him. He doesn't pressure nor demand anything. If danny thinks more of it, he might get a headache.
"My sister is an intern in Arkham, we're gonna have dinner with Harley and Ivy today." A shrug, and the wind lovingly pushes him.
"Good." The man states, he hesitates a moment before he stretches his arm out towards danny, opening his hand and showcasing the items.
First is a lollipop, famous for being handed over to children after being saved by the bat himself. Second is a pin, in the shape of Batman's signature bat, it had a red button on the other side however.
"It's an emergency alert, in case anything like this happens again." Is quickly explained and Danny takes them, if not a bit tense.
He is unused to the trust the man shows him despite how short their time was spent together. Danny wonders if the bat already snooped around.
"Thanks—"
"Danny!"
His head snaps to the gate opening, brightening up as Jazz runs through and hugs him.
"Jazz!" He eagerly hugs back, thank looks up at her.
"You gotta meet Bat—" He trails off when they turn to the empty spot next to the pair, wind rustling leaves just as he finished. "man..."
Damn batman.
Danny huffs and tugs at Jazz's jacket. "Nevermind then, c'mon let's get a nice present before we visit harley."
Simply bringing her up seems to have Jazz excited. "I still can't believe we're having dinner with THE Dr. Harleen Quinzel!!!"
"And her wife."
"aND THE Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley!!!"
Her enthusiasm is rubbing off on him, he grins, hooking up his arm around hers, and they're skipping towards town, laughing like maniacs.
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