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remakethestars · 3 years

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Being Batman’s Daughter Would Include:

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❝Listen, Robin. At their core, people are cowardly and self-serving. Trust no one until you know them. And even then, never completely.❞

— Bruce Wayne, “The Lesson Plan”

TRIGGER WARNING: Plant murder. Mentions of drugs/tranqs (stopping dealers), violence/physical harm, broken bones (knee cap), limb dislocation (shoulder), (Jason’s) death, smoke, waterboarding/drowning?

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You know how every teenager has that paradigm shift because as much as they love the people around them, they’ll never know the inner workings of your psyche? And they realize they’ll never truly be known? And it makes them feel really lonely?

Yeah, you never come to feel like that because you know Bruce digs so far into everyone around him he probably knows you better than you do.

Honestly, he probably reads your diary. At least, he reads the fake one you hide under your mattress. And the second decoy in the A.C. vent above your dresser.

If you’re as paranoid as Bruce, you probably don’t have a diary, and the aforementioned “decoys” are just to mess with him.

Sun Tzu’s The Art of War was practically your Bible growing up.

You’re torn between giving yourself the tactical advantage of being underestimated & being non-reactive, which — besides giving you the lioness role in the lion–gazelle dynamic — gives you the advantage of having time to think carefully on the repercussions before speaking.

Because, as Sun Tzu said in chapter seven, verse twenty-one, “Ponder and deliberate before you make a move.”

Seeing as Bruce and Damian both have eidetic memories, I’m guessing you do too.

Which means you totally read the dictionary when you were young and whip our big words nobody’s heard of.

Bruce always assured you it’s okay to be scared. As a matter of fact, like he told Dick (seen in flashbacks in “The Lesson Plan”), he taught you to “Let terror embrace you. The better you know fear, the better you can use it against others.”

And we all know Bruce is the paragon of using fear against people.

Take that, Scarecrow!

(See, I chose that gif because earlier in that move, he displays a fear of bats, & in that scene, he summons them to use as a distraction and walks through them completely unperturbed. No? Okay, I’ll see myself out.)

You started into the vigilante business young, a little bulge under the back of Batman’s cape that made the rest of the Justice League in the meeting think Bruce was host to an alien parasite until your little mask-covered eyes poked up over his shoulder.

The League’s known you since you were young, so they kind of all see you as their niece. That just quadruples the amount of people who are overprotective of you.

Eventually, in your tweens, you think enough’s enough and start out on your own — being underestimated may be an advantage, but it’s getting ridiculous — and you tackle unsolved cases.

You set up various safe houses around the world for your own disposal (using the zeta tubes) and anyone who sees the inside of one in an emergency is always surprised. You don’t really understand why; what serious vigilante doesn’t have secure, state-of-the-art safe locations scattered across the planet?

Sometimes, it gets you into danger, but you always get yourself out of it. If there ever comes a time you can’t, well, you’ve got a direct link to Batman, and if communications fail, you can always yell for your Uncle Clark at the top of your lungs.

If the latter ever comes to fruition, you ask Bruce if he’s disappointed you had to call for back-up or that you called Superman instead of Batman, and he says, “It takes a strong person to admit when they’re weak, [Y/N]; if anything, I’m proud of you. Besides … you’re not the only one who yells for Uncle Clark when they get in over their head.”

Your training entailed hacking and mechanics, so you like to fix computers and sell them on the internet Hugh Jeffreys style. It started out with Macs from the dumpster behind Gotham Academy and turned into a surprising side hustle. Large portions of your profits go into either savings or funding your extracurricular activities.

You’re using a MacBook that’s running Linux and an iPhone 4 that’s running your own program.

At some point, your phone falls into the wrong hands, and someone asks why it has such high security. You deadpan and say, “I have three older brothers.” No further explanation required.

One such solo case led you to a ring of drug dealers working in a small town outside of Gotham. You made some tranquillizers and heavy-duty smoke bombs and busted out your shinobi-iri training.

After sliding on a mask covering the bottom half of your face that filtered out smoke, you set all of the bombs off at once in the ventilation system, filling the building and using the infrared in your domino mask to sedate everyone before the cops arrived so no one got hurt (because there would inevitably be a firefight if the cops got involved).

You never go into a situation expecting to go hand-to-hand with someone; you always have a plan to take our your targets quickly an efficiently.

One night, when you’re working on a cold case in Gotham, you stumble across some intel that Poison Ivy’s been stockpiling chemicals and is going to wipe out all human life on Earth.

Luckily for you, Bruce’s paranoia is hereditary; you just happen to carry some white kryptonite in your belt, so you won’t have to go all the way back to the cave to obtain some.

You type out a quick debrief on your wrist computer in case you end up needing to send out an S.O.S., pop on your bottom mask to filter out spores or pheromones she might send in your direction, and bust out your shinobi-iri training again.

Of course, you try the peaceful approach, explaining to Ivy that you agree with her on the tree-hugger front to build rapport (T.B.F., who doesn’t?), but it comes to physical confrontation. You kill every vine that comes your way with a quick punch from your kryptonite ring, toss an expanding polyurethane foam bomb (see Batgirl #38) at her feet, and manage to get an inhibitor collar on her.

Gordon takes her away, and by the next morning, it’s on the news.

“You took down Ivy by yourself?” Bruce asks when you come down for breakfast.

“… Yeah,” you say after a moment, expecting a tongue-lashing.

“Are you hurt?”

“No. She didn’t get a hit in. And before you ask, I had a contingency set up in case things went sideways.”

“… Good job.”

Your dad has the article framed in the batcave, which is the bat-equivalent of having your drawing on the fridge or getting a sticker back on a test.

You’re fighting a grin for the rest of the day.

It bugs you you can’t tell anyone why you’re so happy, so you visit Dick in Blüdhaven while he’s on patrol and give him a play-by-play. You even get a hair-ruffle!

Deathstroke targets you at some point. One of Batman and Nightwing’s worst villains, and he targets you because he knows they love you. You’re the smallest bat at the time, the weakest; he thinks you’ll be the easiest to take.

Boy, was he wrong.

He was trained by the League of Assassins, so you know dropping a smoke bomb’s not going to give you cover (and his mask probably has infrared). His brain processes faster than yours, so tricking him is improbable. He’s probably done enough research on you to know you favor foam bombs and has fast enough reflexes to dodge before they go off.

And he’s jammed your comms so you can’t call for backup. You’re worried he’s got kryptonite on him and will hurt Superman if you call for help.

It’s just you and him.

He has enhanced stamina, so he tries to wear you out. You maintain distance to avoid taking damage and wearing faster.

You always admired Tim for his ability to plan ahead (see, like, the entirety of the Red Robin comics). He doesn’t know how he does it; he just does. He can’t really teach you, so you just watch and learn.

You realize your fight with Slade is just a matter of managing the distance and immobilizing him, so you strike. You duck behind a pillar or grab onto a railing or something and shoot him through the thigh with your grappling gun, reeling him in. He, of course, draws his sword or a knife to cut the line, but you’re already throwing high-density expanding polyurethane bombs.

And, just like that, you’ve single-handedly taken Deathstroke.

It sends a clear message to the rest of the Gotham villains, Blüdhaven’s villains, the League of Assassins — don’t mess with the bat’s little girl. She can hold her own.

Now it’s time for you to come up with another plan to take him down; you doubt the same method will work twice, and you’ve just made a very powerful enemy.

As Wonder Woman’s said, “Do not mistake a desire to avoid violence for an inability to deal with it.” You might go into most situations with a plan to take down your opponent already in motion, but when it comes to an all-out brawl, you’re perfectly capable and don’t pull your punches.

You’re working on an unsolved case in Blüdhaven (Dick’s got enough on his plate) when you get an S.O.S. from the aforementioned along with the feed and recording from his mask. You listen to the mission briefing while you ride back to the cave and then the audio from the Young Justice mission. They got jumped by the League of Shadows in an abandoned factory, and Talia’s trying to coerce Damian into joining the League or whatever.

The usual dropping some smoke bombs and tranqing everyone isn’t going to work on thirty armed League assassins who were trained to fight blind, so you load up on polyurethane foam bombs and call Jason and Cassandra.

The three of you take out the guards outside before splitting up and taking either end of the building (Cass stays with you). You meet in the middle, in the room the team’s being held in.

You highjacked the speakers, so they’re blasting AC/DC’s “Shoot to Thrill” upon Jason’s insistence. You wanted Zayde Wølf or Alice Cooper’s “Hey, Stoopid,” but big brothers will be big brothers.

Jason pops them with rubber bullets from above to slow them down for you while Cass demolishes them and you drop foam bombs, slinging your signature custom shuriken, bonk them over the head with Tim’s staff you picked up along the way, dislocate their arms, or shatter their kneecaps.

You and Jason get a couple slices from swords that got a little too close, but it’s nothing compared to what you’ve had before.

When the fighting’s done and the building’s quiet, the team’s, like, “Who the heck are you guys?”

And Dick’s, like, 😏 “They’re our siblings.”

Speaking of siblings, you’re older than Damian, and as such, you take upon yourself the honor of teaching him all things pop-culture.

“I have a lot of amazing older siblings. I want to be a good big sister.”

First things first, you give him one of your refurbished e-waste phones and take him to Target to pick out an OtterBox or a LifeProof case or something that’ll keep it safe in the pocket of a vigilante.

Vigilantes are always coming to you when their phone’s broken anyway; you’ve got a stack of spares you’ve repaired.

Then you help him set up a Spotify account (follow me at @remakethestars 😉) and try to help him find his rhythm.

Poor child’s never had Oreos before, so you drag a pack of Double Stuffs out of the cabinet and a glass of milk and show him the best milk-dunking method you know.

You think about handing him a cookie and telling him to waterboard it until the bubbles stop coming up, but cookie-dunking is something every kid does; it’s sacred, and you don’t want him to associate it with violence.

You show him how you and Alfred feed the bats in the batcave.

And you show him Vine compilations and your favorite shows and movies and as many classics as you can, and you put up with him pointing out the inaccuracies and calling them stupid.

Every time he doesn’t get a reference, you write it down so you know what to show him later.

If anything ever happens to you, Damian finds your list and makes it his personal mission to watch/read everything on it. It makes him feel close to you.

You build a relationship with him that’s similar to his and Dick’s, and he comes to you with things he might not be able to come to anyone else with.

Plus, since you live in the manor still and he doesn’t want Bruce to think less of him, it’s you he comes to after a nightmare.

If you know Alfred has pictures of him curled up in your side, you ask him to send them to you. Not for blackmail purposes; just to have.

You’d never use the need of comfort or the sharing of emotions against him because (A) it’s perpetuating toxic masculinity and (B) you don’t want him to think it’s wrong or confirm any of the stupid “strength” things the League of Shadows taught him.

You gave him a stuffed cat that looks like Alfred (the cat, not the butler) with some of your perfume spritzed on it. He verbalized his revulsion when you gave it to him, but on nights he has a bad dream and you’re not home, it brings him comfort.

Titus comes to get you when Damian’s upset.

Even when he’s not with Damian, he seems to know. Pets are like that.

You’ve learned to trust Titus’s instincts. Damian thinks it’s suspicious when he’s feeling down and you just happen to call.

You never realized it until a long time later, but Ace was acting weird the day Jason came back from the dead.

And he was acting weird the day Jason came back to Gotham too. He ran to the door and began barking. Alfred swept security, but nothing seemed to be off. The whole family was on edge that day.

You were the reason Jason knew he wasn’t completely forgotten; he spotted you through a café window, and you were wearing his jacket.

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out-of-context-batfam · 4 years

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Secret Origins #7

#SELINA IS A BETTER CATMOM THAN BRUCE IS A BATDAD IN MY OPINION #IF WE DONT HAVE MOMENTS LIKE THIS WITH SELINA DOTING ON HELENA I WILL BE PISSED #MOST OF ALL I WANNA SEE JASON DOTING ON HIS NIECE... HE WOULD BE VERY PROTECTIVE OF HER #HELENA WILL HAVE A MASSIVE FAMILY TO DOTE ON HER WHEN BRUCE IS BUSY DISPENSING JUSTICE... ITS SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO IN THE MESS OF DC #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #out of context #secret origins #catwoman #selina kyle #catmom #helena wayne #batdaughter #funny #dammit selina #i wanna see the batfam doting on helena #and i want to see helena driving bruce up the wall #dc is a mess so i need something positive to focus on...

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the-golden-tigress · 4 years

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Hey guys, I know it took me a long time this time, I'm sorry. It's been very busy here for all of us, but I promise to pay more attention to my work in relation to posting the drawings here. Without further ado, I bring you little Martha! She is the daughter of Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince, the girl pulled the brown hair of her paternal grandmother, in honor of the same Diana decided to name the girl with the name of the mother of her beloved husband. I intend to make more drawings of little Martha soon, because I really loved her way. Regarding Bruce's mother, there are many controversies about Martha Wayne's hair, it is often shown as blonde, redhead, black, brown, however I choose brown and so on we go. I hope you like it and a kiss on the heart!

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batcassed · 3 years

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i love your reverse batgirl au!! do you mind writing more about them?

Okay so after going through the post I realized I wrote it at 2 am, so I'm going to simply rewrite it and then add more if that's okay <3

AU where Bruce adopts Barbara, Steph, Cass and Harper instead of the batboys - Batdaughters: Origins

Would like to start by saying: Damian never exists; Bruce doesn’t sleep with Talia because he's aroace in this universe no I don't make the rules he just is

Barbara Gordon is adopted by Jim Gordon after his brother and his sister in law, Barbara’s parents, die (as per canon.) When she’s six, he's killed by the Joker, who forces Barbara to watch. Bruce is too late to save Gordon and puts the blame for his death on himself, so he tries to atone by giving Barbara a home. Raising a daughter keeps him busy so he doesn’t visit Haley’s circus when it visits Gotham. Dick’s parents fall to the floor, and instead of Bruce, the Court of Owls take him in.

When Babs is 16, Bruce adopts Stephanie Brown. Steph’s father is Cluemaster but he’s put in Arkham early in her childhood. Stephanie’s mother is unable to overcome her addiction to pharmaceuticals (unlike in canon where she does overcome this) and this ends in her death. 11 year old Stephanie runs away from her social worker and ends up finding the batmobile in an alley. She hides under the car and her social worker passes by, but when Batman arrives she jumps out to avoid getting run over. He tries to take her back to foster care but she throws a brick at him and runs. Bruce decides to adopt her once he finds out her father is cluemaster, and when he takes her for waffles she agrees to ‘let him’ adopt her.

Harper Row is taken away from her alcoholic father when she’s 9 and is the only kid to actually end up with Bruce in a normal way. He’s officially a foster parent and she’s placed with him through the system. She tells Bruce that she has a brother, Cullen, who she hasn’t seen since being taken away from her father but Bruce is unable to figure out where he’d gone. Cullen was never registered in the foster care database and none of the workers that picked up Harper recalled there being another child.

When the Justice League encounters Lady Shiva a year later, she fights them and defeats Batman, but the combined forces of Wonder Woman and Superman force her capture and she’s questioned under the lasso. She tells them about her origin and that a man named David Cain had her biological daughter and was training her to be an assassin. Batman realizes that the daughter in question is still only 8, and adds her and David to his search for Cullen. He finds her being trained by David to be a ruthless killer and rescues her. He realizes that she’s mute and deadly and can’t grow up in a regular foster system so he takes her home with him.

Babs becomes Batgirl at 14, but is paralyzed at 17, a year after Steph joins the family. Then she takes the moniker oracle.

When Steph is older she doesn’t feel right taking on the batgirl name, so she becomes Robin. Steph and Bruce have a falling out when Bruce calls her reckless in the field and benches her so she distances herself from him and becomes Spoiler. She meets a kid named Tim in university who was emancipated from his parents when he was 16 and discovers that since he was a kid, he’s tried to follow batman and robin’s footsteps by fighting crime at night in a red domino and black clothes. Steph reveals that she was the Robin that Tim used to watch at night and takes him on as her partner, eventually training him to be a third Robin, one who was never trained by Batman: Red Robin.

At the same time, Harper spends years trying to find her brother, Cullen. She fights crime to find her brother without telling Bruce at first, taking on the codename Bluebird. When he finds out, Bruce takes her on as his partner, not his sidekick, which drives a wedge between her and Steph.

Cass had decided to live a normal life after having the choice taken away from her when she was young, but an attack on her school causes her to fight off a bunch of the rogue gallery to the point of near-death. She holds them off long enough for her school to evacuate and run. After she survives this, Barbara reaches out to her and tells her that if she ever wants it, the mantle of batgirl is there for her. Cass refuses it at first but takes it when she turns 15, deciding to train again, but this time to defend Gotham, and not kill. She becomes batgirl at 16.

Steph and Tim both join young justice and Babs was a part of the Teen Titans before being paralyzed.

When Bruce ‘dies’ for half a year, Cass gives the mantle of Batgirl to Steph and moves to Hong Kong to become Black Bat.

Harper moves in with Steph and befriends Tim, who believes that Bruce is alive. Nobody takes the mantle of Batman after Bruce’s ‘death.’

After he is rescued by Tim and Steph, Bruce returns to Gotham. Cass returns to be Black Bat and Steph goes back to being Spoiler, and Bruce and Steph finally reconcile.

They find out that Cullen was taken by the Court of Owls and turned into a Talon, and when they try to rescue him, they discover that a second Talon had taken a liking to him and was protecting him from the batfamily, seeing them as enemies.

So of course they take both Talons home. Bruce discovers that the second Talon is Dick Grayson and with Martian Manhunter’s help, they help them learn how to be human again.

Dick takes Cullen to live by themselves in a quiet area of Gotham, and Bruce leaves them be, knowing that they deserve to lead normal lives without continuing to be entangled in the batfamily. Only Harper visits.

At the same time, a new crime lord pops up, claiming to go by the red hood. Bruce fears another Joker situation and finds Red Hood to interrogate him and finds out that his name is Jason Todd. Jason, forced to work as a goon for two-face to earn money to support his mother, was a hostage of the Joker and beaten almost to death before Batman saved him, but he was too late to save Jason's mother. (we're ignoring the biological mother plot point here.) He wants to drive Batman to finally break his code and kill so that he’ll kill the Joker. After a fight between them that almost ends in Jason dying, Batman backs off and doesn’t turn him into the police. The Red Hood kills the Joker, but realizes that it didn't change anything. He almost turns the gun on himself but Bruce stops him. Bruce promises to leave him alone, acknowledging that Crime Alley is his territory, as long as he gives them information on a major trafficking ring in Gotham. Jason agrees and together they take the ring down.

After the Red Hood saves Cass from the collapse of a building, he and Cass strike up a tentative friendship. He becomes an anti-hero after sending the criminal underground into a civil war, ensuring the destruction of some of the larger crime families in Gotham. Then he becomes an ally of the batfamily, but still kills.

Duke's story is similar to canon except his parents are cured from the Joker Virus. He still joins the batfamily as the signal, and eventually joins the Outsiders team with Cass.

Send me asks if you want me to go into more detail with a part of this au!

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rainnyydaysworld · 8 months

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awesome. Steph is a bat daughter😘😘

#batfam #batgirl #stephanie brown #steph brown #batsis #batdaughter #damian wayne #Damian #robin dc #dc robin #robin #batman #I can’t tell if that’s dick or Bruce #richard grayson #dick grayson #bruce is a good dad #bruce wayne

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detectivemarvelingcomics · 3 years

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 3]

Alternate Dimension AU

TW: Language, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Scars

CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here]

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader

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Summary: Few people get second chances, and you were the one unlucky enough to get one in a whole new world away from your family, the Waynes. But when you return it comes as a shock, but what was more shocking was when you left, and only Damian remembered. Now you have to deal with the Wayne’s in your new universe, one not as kind as the last.

YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Word Count: 2.5K

Notes: I tried to expand this one as much as I could, but it was a bit of a challenge with how Kay wrote her outline and the original chapter, so I hope you don't mind if it's a bit shorter! Chapter 4 is looking to be rather long though, hehe, so please enjoy!

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

27 July 2022

The sounds of violins and harpsichords filled the grand ballroom. The high ceilings of the ballroom and the baroque chandelier were more than enough to instill the wondrous feeling of royalty into all those who were lucky enough to be invited. Left and right were figures of high political standing, some from other countries and some from other dimensions altogether. This was the party of the century, the Prince’s gala meant to find the most suitable one to rule beside him while also serving as a celebration of victory. The Queen would take any moment to flaunt the wealth of the Royal Family, something you learned fairly quickly, and she would equally jump at any opportunity to herald her only son.

How utterly boring.

You walked in, your heels clicking on the floor and your dress billowing out at your waist. The dress itself was a gift from Eve, the sorceress who often designed as a side hobby, you’d never buy one of these willingly nor would you ever make the effort. One, you couldn’t usually afford it, and two, they’re not very combat efficient. If not for the Queen you’d have arrived in your uniform as opposed to a ballgown simply because the whole reason why you were here was to protect the Prince. With this you thanked Eve for obliging the sudden request, she was as surprised as you were. She mentioned that her partner added something onto the dress should something arise, but otherwise it was just a rental gown if anything. You couldn’t remember the last time you wore something as grand as this.

“This isn’t my crowd,” you sighed. And such is true, around you were people who’d normally never bat an eye to you. This held true even prior to this new Earth, you were never really the kind to enjoy large gatherings, especially when you’d be the woman of the hour. People always cared more about your father, or your oddly attractive siblings. You were just another Wayne, and if anyone did pay attention to you it was because they wanted to see if they could catch you doing anything that would be sensationalized by the media. Even so now, you felt the wandering and unwanted gazes of those who could, quite literally, buy you. You watched the people part as a familiar face cascaded down the steps and approached you. You curtseyed, as such was only respectful for the next in line. “Your Highness.”

“Captain Wayne,” he nodded his head. He offered his hand and you took it immediately, allowing him to lead you in the slow waltz.

“Relax a little, Captain.”

“You know big parties aren’t my thing.”

“True, but I’ve been told that you’re rather good at adapting to situations.”

“So you’re the one who insisted I come, then?” You asked him. “Low blow, your highness.”

“Oh, do excuse me,” he teases.

The second purpose of the gala was simple, the celebration of a victory. Kind of. The Queen wanted to show off her wondrous son who supposedly slew the great dragon keeping the small commonwealth known as Nerns hostage. To add to that, he actually didn’t do much, it was you doing the slaying, he was off passed out in the corner last you remembered, but hey, you weren’t royalty. Plus, it would be rude of you to discredit the Prince entirely, while he was conscious he did well in evacuating the small village.

“I apologize for the lack of recognition. If it were up to me, you’d be the star of this gala.”

“Well, I was never one for the limelight.”

“Shame, you seem poised for excellence.” Oh if only he knew.

Captain Wayne, the Captain of the Royal Guard. Known across that land for your no-shit attitude that contrasts your supposedly devilish charms, or so you’ve been told. Amongst a sudden influx of people who appeared in this new world, it was you and a close friend of yours that, according to local talk, ascended the ranks quickly to become the most trusted officials of the royal entourage. Few know of your true past, however, and few know what you truly are capable of, and you’d like to keep it that way. Plus, you often found yourself entertained at what tales the citizens of the Capitol spun around your name. How disappointed they will be if you ever made public your previous lineage.

Speaking of the duo, you noticed another familiar face wave you over.

“If you’ll excuse me, your highness,” you bowed her head slightly and pulled yourself away, being sure not to bump into anyone on your way to the man standing on the balcony.

“Did you tell him that you’re heading out in an hour?” Alexander raises his eyebrow.

Alexander Wright, your best friend and trusted confidant since god knows when. It started as a simple penpal project in elementary school and it had since evolved. The two met in person on occasion, what with you living in Gotham and Alex living in London. However, despite your lack of actual face-to-face contact, it was oddly easy for you two to properly connect with each other and find comfort in one another’s words. With that said, it was a miracle you ran into him after the, uh, incident. And here nonetheless, it was almost like some divine ordinance was behind the reunion, but you weren’t complaining. You’d rather him than to be entirely alone.

Though the strange coincidence was one you both often spoke about, it was almost too convenient. Two penpals who died at similar times in their previous world and somehow ended up together in a new one? You weren’t joking about divine intervention. Either some omnipotent being took pity on the both of you or they wanted to play some kind of cruel joke. You both often hypothesized about this situation, this world was seemingly created many decades ago and suddenly a population of previously dead people were plucked from their Earths and dropped into this artificial one very much alive and only carrying the scars of their past deaths. It’s been years since then, and many have already adapted to this new world to the point that when they were offered to return to their original worlds they declined, you being amongst them.

“It slipped my mind.”

“Tragic.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, please I’m sure you’d enjoy that.”

“I have enough dumbass men in my life please don’t make it worse. You’re supposed to be the good one.”

“I’m quite honored.”

“Ugh, well the bar is set pretty low,” you glanced back at the prince.

Now, Prince Calvin Reinhart, that’s a man. You couldn’t deny that. His regality isn’t one to be questioned, one would do well to remember that the Royal Family remained in power for a reason, the Reinhart’s were both feared and respected by all. Despite the Prince’s relatively easy-going and “man of the people” persona, his foil would be that he was quick to anger, and impulsive in many aspects. You also couldn’t deny the fact that you mainly rose the ranks thanks to him, and if it wasn’t for his favor you’d probably still be cleaning off sabers in the practice fields. You weren’t very proud of this fact, to be honest, and it was no secret to everyone else in the Templar that you were the favorite of the Royal family, but such is how your cards played out, whether you liked it or not. This prince charming was not one to be underestimated, although it is true that there is many a time you had to step in and slaughter a daemon, he was not one to back off without a fight. There are more stories of you two working together than of one saving the other.

“I suggest you make it clear that you’ve assigned a stand-in knight in your absence, at the very least, wouldn’t want him to wake up surprised,” Alex says.

“Right,” you shook your head and Alex gestured for you to head back into the fray.

You could fight any and every battle the Royal Family deployed you to, but this was a whole other kind of fight. Wandering glances left and right would set off alarms in your head that you wanted to silence entirely but, unfortunately, it’s highly frowned upon to drive a sword through rude guests. Maybe it was just your status as Captain, maybe they were just heralding you to some aspect. But sometimes you wondered if the glances were because they could see a sliver of the scars from both your past and present life. You rubbed your wrists gently, the ghost pains of rope burns coming from them.

‘What did I get myself into?’ You cried silently. Nevertheless, you walked back up to the prince, tapped the shoulder of the woman who was currently occupying his attention, and smiled sweetly. The woman excused herself quickly upon recognizing you, leaving you and the prince, who, in turn, gave a casual smile before you both picked up where you left off.

“Is that your prince smile or your thank-you-for-getting-me-out-of-there smile?” You joked.

“A bit of both.” He spun you elegantly, as if handling you with care. “You look like a woman on a mission. What’s wrong?”

“You’re not too far off there, your highness. I’m heading out on a job tonight. Henry’s your stand-in Captain.”

“You chose Henry? It’s like you’re punishing me.”

“That’s what you get for almost dying twice in a row,” you scoffed, spinning out of his arms.

“Twice? Why, I only recall once!”

“I’m also counting when you slipped and fell down the stairs.”

“Quiet your voice, Captain!” The Prince’s ears turned a bright red as he glanced around to be sure no one heard. To this, you laughed quietly.

“You’ll be fine, your highness,” you reassured him. Just as you are about to pull away, he does the opposite. His eyes filled with concern and his grip gentle but firm, he said softly,

“Come back alive, (Y/N).”

“I always do.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know,” you winked. “Until then.”

“Until then.” You gave one final wave before following Alex out. Alex glanced back at the crown prince, the two having a brief understanding between each other before he shut the grandiose doors behind him.

“Alright, who’s my team?” You asked while you pulled your boots on. “God this is much more comfortable.” Gone was the ballgown and in was your basic uniform. Black with red embellishments, signifying of a front-liner, and on your shoulder was the insignia of the Royal Family, it was equally a symbol of power as it was control. Being the leader of the Templar is one that came with many responsibilities, such was clear from the decorated badges over your heart. But aside from the mountains of paperwork was the overly dangerous fieldwork, such as the one you were just assigned to by ordinance of the Secretary of War.

“You are aware that his highness fancies you, right?” Alex teases. You rolled your eyes.

“It is so obvious!” You laughed. It was one of the many reasons why you were quickly promoted from public officer to private protector, it wasn’t precisely obvious, but what came with the job was frequent check-ins with the Royal Family, and after being exposed to the three tyrants, you were quick to catch onto how they viewed you. You were, indeed, grateful to them for various reasons, one of which being as simple as allowing you to live. But you were more concerned, and hyper-aware, about their wavering sense of necessity when it came to your services. A third person enters the room, one you had seen rather recently.

Carter Adara was another associate close with you. His attitude was rather standoffish to most but he was without a doubt loyal. You also couldn’t deny the slight feeling of admiration you felt towards him, but you felt guilty all the same. He reminded you of a certain ex of yours you had once loved rather deeply, after all. You were afraid that you were projecting onto him, if that made any sense. He was part of your’s and Alex’s unit while training for the Templar, and the three of you had grown closer through that, it was nearly unnatural to see the three apart during fieldwork. He passed you without sparing a glance, his eyes glued on the display in front of him while he read through the mission file.

“We’re heading off to Earth-61,” he says sternly. He flips through the holographic display. You slammed your foot on the ground involuntarily. You turned to Alexander with tight lips.

“Earth-61,” you said this with disbelief. “And when were you going to tell me this?”

“Once we got there,” Alex admitted. “Something told me that you wouldn’t have accepted the job if you knew.”

“It’s a get in and get out assignment, (Y/N),” Carter sensed the mood between both of you and stepped in. “His majesty gathered intel that there is a particular threat in that dimension that’s getting dangerously close to discovering this little world of ours. They have an army.”

“It’s a Justice League,” you corrected him. “They can’t be planning to come here, they’re not smart enough and they have no reason to.”

“The Justice League can be rather unpredictable, I’m sure you know this, (Y/N),” Alexander huffs.

“Am I missing something?” Carter asks. “That’s our home dimension,” Alex explains. You folded your hands in front of you.

“Fuck. So this intelligence recon… Don’t tell me I have to…” You didn’t want to admit it. You knew what Alex was getting at, the King likely wanted you to gather information on the Justice League should they come to this dimension, and with full knowledge of his Advisor’s ability you were in no place to question his choice. The ability Foresee was what kept you in line, and whatever his Advisor saw must have scared her enough into getting the three of the very best to intercept. And there was only one person who had this kind of information on the entirety of the Justice League.

“Sorry, darling,” Alex spoke up. He had this uncanny ability of being able to read your mind, literally, and you hated it. It was the product of an accident that happened rather early on to your new life in this artificial Earth, and one that you didn’t have time to talk about nor explain at this moment. “You’re going to have to pay daddy dearest a visit.”

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“You’re kind of an asshole” - Superboy x Reader

I just finished season 2 of Young Justice (I know, I’m super late to the party)...And I kinda totally love Conner. So. Here we go.

Summary : Reader is Batman and Catwoman’s daughter, and has a thing for Superboy...Maybe part one of a series ? Don’t know yet.

PART 2, PART 3

My masterlists blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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You were SO DONE with Superboy and Miss Martian lovey dovey behavior. So damn done. They were always smiling stupidly or looking lovingly at each others and all of that bullshit. Besides, you totally had a crush on Conner since the day you met him, and seeing them together made your heart ache a bit.

Except that you were wrong. Because his eyes shone with love not for Megan, but for you...But you didn’t notice. You thought he was looking at her when he never was, as you were always there, in the background. You never even noticed that he kept his eyes open while kissing her to stare at you. Your oldest brother, Dick, noticed, and was fomenting a plan to clear things up for the both of you, hopefully not hurting M’gann in the process.

M’gann was feeding him a cookie when you finally had enough, rolling your eyes to the sky, you left the room under his gaze, unaware of his attention.

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She broke up with him. Miss Martian. You didn’t think about it too much, as they already broke up before, because Conner couldn’t stand her mind reading thing (you hated it too, and made a point of singing a very annoying song in your mind whenever she was around). You thought they were just being dramatic, but months passed and they still didn’t get back together...You started to be hopeful.

You didn’t know the reason they broke up, and you didn’t really care...You should have cared though, as the reason was that M’gann finally gave up.

She always knew Conner had a thing for you, but since he decided to date her, she thought she could change his mind, that he could fall in love with her. But she was wrong. She could read in his mind that, no matter how hard he tried to shove you away from his thoughts, you were always there. She didn’t really understand why he didn’t tell you anything while it was clear you liked him too...or maybe it was clear only to her, because she could read your mind, and when you didn’t sing an annoying song, he crept in your thoughts ? She didn’t know, what she knew however, was that Conner was in love with you, and not her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

So she broke up with him. He didn’t try to stop her, and she realized that he couldn’t fake it anymore...She loved him, and seeing him struggling with his feelings hurt her too, so she decided to join your brothers in trying to come up with a masterplan to get you two together.

It wasn’t easy. Whenever they made sure you guys would be alone together, Conner showed nothing but contempt and annoyance towards you, and you equally answered with your natural sarcasm and wittiness. If they didn’t know you two liked each other, they’d probably just assumed you hated each other.

No matter what, you two couldn’t get along, and in a few seconds you’d get into stupid fights over anything and everything...

Dick quickly realized that his friend was just scared shitless. Conner was afraid that you wouldn’t return his feelings, because that boy had enough abandonment and unrequited love issues to get into it some more. So instead of letting his feelings getting the better of him, and so smiling at you or anything...he acted like he hated you. Kindergartener’s behavior.

You weren’t the kind of person to let anyone walk on your feet, you were the goddamn Batman and Catwoman’s daughter ! No one could be mean to you without you responding...and oh responding you were, alright.

Your father had to intervene once, because after an oral joust between you and Conner about how the other one sucked so bad, you lost your cool and went all Damian on Superboy, taking him by surprise by kicking him so skillfully in the face, that he fell backward...And being the impulsive man he was, Conner stood up quickly and god knows what would have happened without the severe voice of your dad scolding you two. You stopped to face the Batman. He finished his long speech about camaraderie with those sentences :

-You’re suppose to be a team. Can’t you at least act civil toward each others ?

Silence. You glared at Conner, he glared back. Your dad sighed.

-Y/N, I expect better from my daughter. I taught you to...

-Please dad, stop. First, as if you always stay calm yourself. Second, he went too far, like I’ve done nothing to him, for real, he always starts. Third, I might be your daughter, but I’m also mom’s, and let’s face it, impulsivity is in my blood. Fourth, I’m so not in the mood for a sermon. So, yeah, I get it. I’ll stop. I’ll just ignore him from now on. It’s just so damn difficult when he’s so good looking and cool...

You mumbled the last sentence and no one but your dad understood what you said. He smiled gently at you, suddenly understanding that you had a crush on Superman’s clone, and that’s why you were acting that way (it didn’t surprise him that you reacted violently, as his relationship with your mom, Selina Kyle, was also...kinda special). Oh my God, you had a crush on his best friend’s clone...He wasn’t sure how to react to that, so he decided not to tell you anything and go to your brothers instead to know more about the all ordeal. His little girl couldn’t grow up so fast...

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After the incident involving your dad, you did exactly what you promised, you ignored Conner, and he became even broodier and more silent than before. He avoided you as well, and when he couldn’t, he just stayed as far as he could, but couldn’t quite help but give you some puppy eyes when you weren’t looking. You also had the most difficult time not to speak to him at all, you almost missed your constant fights...almost.

Dick was getting desperate, why were you both so stubborn ?

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Conner entered the common room of the Young Justice headquarter and sighed with relief when he realized you weren’t there. His heart dropped a beat as well, when he realized you weren’t there, he wanted to see your face today...Oh god he hated all of those contradictory feelings he had when it was about you...

He sat awkwardly next to M’Gann, knowing that she was still somewhat in love with him. The rest of the Young Justice was there, as you had a meeting with Batman, Red Tornado and Black Canary about some missions. The leaguers were already there too, talking to each others.

Wally looked at Conner, and couldn’t help but ask :

-Ok what’s the deal dude ? You seem even more uncomfortable and pissed than usual ?

Conner scoffed but didn’t answer. M’gann did it for him, unfortunately...

-He’s just afraid I won’t take well the fact that he’s in love with Y/N. But it’s OK, I think it’s better like that. We weren’t really...on the same page you and I Conner.

Batman and his sons (but Dick) froze, glaring at Superboy. Of course by now, they kinda all knew, didn’t mean they had to let it happen though. Damian especially felt like he had to protect you, thinking Kon-El wasn’t good enough for you. He idolized you, though he’d never admit it, so he was extremely critical when it came to who was allowed to flirt with you or not.

Conner shifted awkwardly in his seat, he definitely wanted to be somewhere else right now, and he started to feel angry at Miss Martian. How dare she look into his head again ?

-Also, I know you don’t like when I use my telepathic powers but, just so you know...She feels the same.

And on that note you entered the room, not leaving any time to Conner to process what his ex-girlfriend just said. Everyone was staring at you, and you immediately noticed.

-What ? Something on my face ?

No one answered you, and Red Tornado just started his speech about your coming missions. You still felt your friends’ gaze on you, and gave your father a questioning look...the way he looked away alarmed you. What the Hell was going on ?

Conner stayed silent during the meeting, M’gann’s word replaying in his head. She was feeling the same ? Really ? ...His heart started to beat wildly.

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After the meeting, you left quickly with your father, as you had important things to do in Gotham, and he didn’t see you for a few days, not able to do anything about what M’Gann revealed. When he questioned Damian about your whereabouts, your little brother told him to mind his own business, and to stay away from you or he would...Tim shoved Damian, telling him to stop acting like a brat, and told Conner that you were on vacation at your mother’s place. Probably trying to stop her from stealing anything, and getting frustrated at her questions about your life. You didn’t really like to speak about yourself...and your mother had a bad tendency of wanting to know EVERYTHING.

When you finally came back, Conner tried to be nicer towards you...but his fears got the better of him, and he just resumed his cold behavior with you, too scared to be hurt. You kept ignoring him.

Dick sighed, how was he gonna make things work...

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Turned out, in the end, Dick’s help wasn’t needed. You sorted things yourself.

At the end of a particularly difficult mission, the team went back to headquarters beaten. Conner was being a total dick to everyone, and you understood why...Superman came to help you guys on the mission, and plainly ignored Conner. He acted as if he wasn’t there at all. But even though you understood, you weren’t gonna let it pass. Or rather, you were, up until Superboy almost hit your beloved older brother Dick who was just trying to cheer him up. You got between your bro and Conner.

-Has anyone ever told you you were kind of an asshole ?

Granted, maybe that wasn’t the best thing you could start a conversation with...Like your father, sometimes, you were a bit socially retarded. Connor glared at you, and you gave him a provoking smile, which sent him over the edge. Months of pent up feelings exploding...but in the wrong way.

-How dare you ?! You don’t even know me !

-I know you enough to know you’re kind of an asshole.

-Oh because you know everything about everyone right ?! You’re the Batman’s daughter, you’re just the best.

You just smiled at him, which unnerved him even more. How could you stay so calm ? How could you be so damn attractive at the same time ?!

-You know, I get it. It ain’t easy being you. Superman is ignoring you, which is weird cause he’s actually a great dude, like he never forget my birthday for exemple, you know. You think you’re just a clone, doom to be another Superdude without your own identity and all that shit...

Conner just glared some more toward you, but you could see a hint of sadness as well. You knew it since the first time you met him. His fits of anger were just hiding the fact that he was a sad guy, that he felt alone. You decided to change your tactic, maybe provoking him wasn’t the best way to actually get to him, to calm him down. And you couldn’t bring yourself to actually hurt him...Fighting over petty things ? Yeah, sure. Actually hurting his feelings ? Never. He was about to leave when you added :

- It’s clear though that you have your own personality...like, you’re really not like Sups, you’re your own person Conner. Really. But you don’t wanna talk about your feelings and they’re eating you from inside, as cheesy as it sounds. You gotta talk boy, you gotta tell us what you think. Obviously you’re not gonna tell me, cause you can’t stand me, but like...you’ve got friends here. Tell one of my brother. Tell Kaldur. Even Wally or M’Gann. They’re your best friends. Tell Tim. Just, talk. So, you know, quit the broody behavior, it’s suppose to be a “bat family” thing. You can’t get better if you don’t wanna improve you know ?

Conner just looked at you, stunned, no trace of anger or annoyance on his face anymore.

-You...You think I can’t stand you ?

-Oh so that’s the only thing you remember from my heartfelt speech eh ?

He didn’t answer, so you continued :

-Come on Conner, you’ve been nothing but downright mean to me since day one. I don’t even know what I did. Like, usually, I get it’s because of my sarcasms, or because I always wanna be right, hate to be wrong, that people dislike me. But you ? I never even said a word to you when you just started to be a dick to me.

Conner didn’t say anything, and since he looked like he was calm again, you were about to go change and go home, because you didn’t really had anything to add, when his words hit you like a tsunami :

-I don’t hate you at all. Quite the opposite. I just...Don’t know how to act around you. You’re the only one that...makes me feel like that. That makes me happy by your mere presence, and it’s just so scary, because...I just don’t know how to react.

He would never have dared say all of those things if M’gann’s words weren’t still freely flying in his mind. She said you felt the same way he did. She said you loved him too. And he hoped to God that she wasn’t playing a mean trick on him to get revenge of him dating her only to try and forget about you...But Miss Martian wasn’t a bad girl.

-...What ?

You asked. The entire Young Justice were staring at you guys, Wally even managed to make some pop corn as the action was happening...You completely forgot their presence.

-I don’t hate you. At all. But I don’t know how to...act around you. I don’t know what I’m suppose to say...So...I...Do the only thing easy, I provoke you. Because I want to talk to you, but...I don’t know how to, so I just...try and get a reaction from you in the only way that is natural to me. I piss you off on purpose, just to hear the sound of your voice.

Silence. Your friends’ were on edge. What was going to happen ?

-I...Don’t know how to act around you either. My dad is emotionally crippled, and my mom hides all her feelings behind her humor...Also, my brothers are total noobs about...Things like that, so I don’t have any model to follow, to tell me how to act...When people provoke me, I usually have a witty answer and then I ignore them, but I can never do that with you...I have to...Keep talking and acting mad...You’re confusing me.

Imperceptibly, you were getting closer from each other. Your friends’ held their breath.

-It’s funny, I’m pretty sure we both know what we’re talking about and yet, we don’t say the words...

You looked at Conner curiously, what was he talking about ?

-What words ?

-You know. The one that describe how we feel. At least...how I feel...

-I’m like 97% sure I feel the same...

And yet, none of you said the words. Not able to contain himself more, Dick just yelled :

-Oh my god just say “I love you”, it’s not that difficult alright ?!

Everyone, including you, laughed. Conner’s heart lifted away from his chest, toward you. Relief, that’s what he was feeling. Because he could see in your eyes that yes, you did love him. He could finally recognize the spark that was in your pupil. And he knew he loved you. Before knowing what he was doing, he kissed you. He got scared for a second, as you didn’t respond, but once you got over your initial surprise, you definitely reacted.

Your friends’ howled like wolves, and whistled. When you stopped kissing, you could see Dick and Tim trying to hold Jason and Damian back, explaining to them that you could handle yourself, and that after all, you kissed back...You almost went to them to scold them and tell them you were perfectly able to handle yourself indeed, when Conner whispered something in your ear.

-I love you Y/N.

You smiled at him, kissing him once more.

-I...love you too, Kon-El.

You were about to kiss for the third times when you felt a large hand on your shoulder shoving you away. You ended up behind your father, as he towered over your new boyfriend, pointing a finger at him.

-No one kiss my baby girl.

Rolling your eyes to the sky, you walked around your dad. It was going to be quite something to convince him he didn’t have a choice but to accept that you were growing up. Stubbornness was running strong in the family...With a side look, you called your oldest brother to the rescue, and he arrived, loyal as always. As you took Conner’s hand, you proudly faced your father and started to speak...

The end ?

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