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browniesarethebest · 2 years

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Hi! It’s been years since I discovered your Reverse!Batfam fics and even now I’m still rereading them because they have to be the best written fics on both ff.net and AO3. So, thank you very much for your service.

I was wondering, if possible, would you perhaps be able to write a fic/shot of Dick and Bruce, and a close call (either on YJ mission or usual patrol) which has everyone (as in the Batsiblings) freaked out and ends up somewhat smothering Dick with their mother-henning? (I need my angst fix hehe…) Dick eventually crawling into Bruce’s bed and/or Bruce admitting he’s scared of losing Dick would also be very nice touches :)

No pressure at all if you don’t feel like it, just a plot bunny that has mildly taken over my brain.

I literally went "Awww!" out loud when I read this so thank you! This is actually perfect too because I just finished my semester, so I have some time to write now.

I hope this is what you were looking for!

It was never easy when one of them got hurt on patrol.

It was always a reminder that in this world of crime and super-powered beings and aliens, they were just human. They weren't invincible, no matter how good they were at their job. Even men like Batman and Shadowbat, despite their decades of training, were still fallible.

Watching Dick as he lay unconscious in the medbay, practically a mummy with the way he was wrapped up in bandages, was probably the hardest of all. Seeing their youngest lie so still was unnatural. The boy was always moving—always full of life.

Even Damian, who frequently complained about Dick's endless energy and enthusiasm, could not find peace in the silence. He sat by Dick's bedside, keeping watch over the boy as he slept. The others would join him sometimes, but it was Damian that was always by the boy's side. The only time he left when Alfred forced him to shower and rest.

Though Richard was legally Father's, Damian felt responsible for the boy. Perhaps it was because Richard always managed to get through whatever walls Damian put up, or maybe it was because Damian was the one Richard went to when Father was unavailable. Perhaps it was because the boy was the youngest in the family, so everyone, including Damian, felt extra protective of him. Whatever the reason, Damian was furious with himself for allowing Richard to be hurt, and as soon as Richard was better, he would add in extra training for both of them.

"Dami...?" Dick slurred, bringing Damian out of his thoughts. Damian immediately dropped the sketch he had absently been working on and leaned forward.

"Richard?"

The boy's eyes cracked open before slamming shut again

"Too bright..." the boy whined.

Damian got up to dim the lights some before returning to Dick's side. "Is that better?"

Dick hummed and peered up at Damian with heavy lids. He let out a sigh. "'M tired..."

"Go back to sleep, Richard. I'll be here."

Dick hummed again with a smile and was out immediately.

Damian settled back into his chair and pulled out his phone to update the others on Richard's condition.

He would let the boy sleep some more, and he would be by his side when Richard woke up again, as he always would be.

Dick had been moved to his bedroom as soon as he could stay awake for more than a few minutes. Stephanie and Cass had been quick to kick Damian out so they could spend some time with their youngest brother alone. Currently, Dick was curled up between the two of them as they watched cartoons on Stephanie's laptop. Dick had his head leaned against Cass, who was gently running her fingers through his hair. Dick yawned and snuggled closer to his sister.

"You getting tired?" Stephanie asked.

"No..." Dick protested, but he was cut off by another yawn.

Stephanie smirked and closed her laptop. She and Cass moved to get out of the bed but were stopped by small hands gripping their shirt sleeves tightly.

"Please don't go."

Stephanie looked at Cass, partially to avoid the wide-eyed pout sent her way, but Cass just shrugged and snuggled back down, apparently content to nap. Stephanie sighed but wasn't particularly bothered. A nap sounded pretty good to be honest.

She gently tugged Dick's hand from her sleeve. "I'm not going anywhere. Let me just tuck you in first, okay?"

Dick narrowed his eyes. "Promise?"

Stephanie chuckled. "Promise." She tucked the blanket around Dick, nudging Cass out of the way when she needed to, and pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead. Carefully, she settled beside him. "Is that better?"

"Much better," Dick replied, smiling. He shifted from cuddling with Cass to cuddling with Stephanie. Cass didn't seem too bothered and simply laid an arm across his body.

"Good night, Dick."

"Night, Steph. Cass."

Stephanie wasn't expecting to fall asleep so quickly, but it wasn't long after that Tim found them, carrying a book that he was planning on reading to Dick. He grinned at the sight of all of them asleep and pulled out his phone to snap a picture. He closed the door quietly and walked off to find Alfred.

Dick would later wake up with Stephanie's hair in his mouth and an ache in his bruised ribs from Cass's arm lying across them, but he wouldn't mind. It would be the best sleep he had gotten in ages.

Dick was thriving from the attention his family was giving him. He had spent the last few weeks rotating between watching TV with Steph and Cass to drawing with Damian to playing video games with Jason to being read to by Tim. It was absolute heaven for the boy, reminding him of his time at Haly's where he was always surrounded by people.

There was just one thing missing.

Dick had spent so much time with his siblings that it felt like he had barely seen Bruce. After Dick had gotten hurt, Bruce had thrown himself into taking down the rest of Bane's operation. Bane had already been apprehended and sent to Arkham, but Bruce still had to deal with dismantling the labs still producing Venom.

His siblings had told Dick not to take it personally. It was how Bruce dealt with his emotions. Dick understood, but he still missed Bruce. One night weeks later, when he had mostly healed, Dick found himself limping towards Bruce's room. He pushed the door open gently and found Bruce asleep in bed. Dick padded his way over and nudged the man.

"Bruce?" Dick whispered.

"Hn."

Dick nudged him harder and whispered louder, "Bruce."

"Hnn." Bruce groaned and cracked his eyes open. He stared blearily at Dick. "Chum? Did you have a nightmare?"

Dick bit his lip. "No...but can I sleep with you? I miss you."

Bruce sat up and rubbed a hand down his face to wake himself up. "Of course. You know you're always welcome."

Dick beamed and scrambled up into the bed, settling into Bruce's side. He closed his eyes and sighed happily.

Bruce looked down at his youngest with a smile before frowning. "Dick?"

"Hm?"

"What did you mean by you missed me?"

Dick opened his eyes. He glanced at Bruce briefly before focusing his gaze on Bruce's shirt. He picked at a stray thread as he spoke. "It's just...you've been really busy taking down Bane's Venom operation. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

Bruce sighed and wrapped an arm around Dick. "I'm...I'm sorry, Dick." Dick's head shot up in surprise, and he stared at Bruce with wide eyes as the man continued. "I should have been around more while you were recovering. But when I saw you lying on the ground like that..." Bruce smiled ruefully. "I think you've realized by now that I don't like it when any of you get hurt. No matter how much I train you or how much experience you have, there's always the thought in the back of my head that I will lose one of you. Something will be out of my control, and it will cost me everything. So I throw myself into cleaning up Gotham to make it safer for you."

Bruce sighed and ran a hand through Dick's hair. "I became Batman because I didn't want anyone else to experience what I did. I continue to be Batman because I have so much more to lose now." He moved his hand down to cup Dick's cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb. "If anything were to happen, I can't bear the thought that I could have done something to prevent it."

Bruce was cut off as Dick threw himself into Bruce's chest, wrapping his arms tightly around the man. Bruce could feel tears soaking into his shirt.

"I-I'm s-sorry I got hurt!" Dick cried. "I don't wanna make you worried!"

Had this been years ago, Bruce probably would have tried to take Robin away from Dick to ease his worries. He had tried that once with Damian a few years after the boy had come to the Manor. Damian had been badly hurt by the Joker, and the sight of the boy unconscious, looking more innocent and vulnerable in his sleep than Bruce had ever seen him, sent Bruce into a spiral. He had tried to send Damian back to his mother, but the boy had run into Gotham and got tangled up in a human trafficking ring. After watching Damian march out with 30 kids relatively unharmed, his son had made a point that he would never stop being a hero, and there was nothing Bruce could do to stop him. He could either stay at the Manor and let Batman watch his back, reducing the likelihood of getting injured, or he would venture out into Gotham on his own, and they wouldn't speak again.

It hadn't taken long for Bruce to concede.

Years of experience and a conga line of kids had taught Bruce that he would never be able to control his kids, no matter how hard he tried. The best he could do was support them to the best of his ability and know that his children had each other's back.

Bruce sighed and wrapped his arms around his youngest. "I'm always going to worry. I worry every time you all go out because anything could happen. We all make mistakes, Dick, even me. I just have to hope that everything will work out fine."

Bruce adjusted them so that they were lying down again. He carded his hand through Dick's hair as the boy's eyelids grew heavy. "I'm sorry again that I haven't been around, but I'm going to make it up to you. What do you say about going to the arcade tomorrow?"

"Can we get ice cream after?"

Bruce chuckled. "We can do whatever you want."

Dick hummed. "Sounds nice..." His eyes closed.

"Good night, chum."

"Nigh', Bruce..."

Bruce listened as Dick's breathing evened out before closing his own eyes. His children were safe in the Manor, alive and breathing as they slept.

That was all Bruce needed to fall asleep easily.

#ask #reverse batfamily #dick grayson #robin #reverse robins #anon #reverse robins au #reverse batfamily au #my fic #damian wayne #stephanie brown #batgirl #cassandra cain #black bat #bruce wayne #batman #i wrote this in like 2 days so i hope this is ok

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profoundalpacakitten · 1 year

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J'ai publié 589 fois en 2022

C'est 95 billets de plus qu'en 2021 !

43 billets créés (7%)

546 billets reblogués (93%)

Les blogs que j'ai le plus reblogués :

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J'ai étiqueté 514 billets en 2022

Seulement 13% de mes billets ne comportaient pas de tag

#conner kent - 75 billets

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#superboy - 66 billets

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Longest Tag: 84 characters

#did bruce just jump off clark's and diana's shoulders like a second before the shot?

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n°5

Who's the better driver in the batfam?

Bruce: Will get you there on time, even in advance, but you better be latched down and belted to your seat five times because the corners are going to be cut sharpitty sharp -> no paint scraps to be reported though, good job, Bruce.

Dick: You'll get to your meeting right on time, or five minutes late max. He'll lull you in a false sense of security compared to Bruce's sharp turns, but at the most random moment he'll get the car on two wheels only, or something just as scarring as this, and you better not look at how red the yellow signals are -> maybe some paint scraps to be reported

Jason: He'll murmur "Close your eyes, man. Just close your eyes, bro" to you the whole time. You can hear curses and screeching tires and a stray cat yowling and random crash noises as you try hard not to look -> the paint scraps look suspiciously like Jason keyed the car afterwards as a fuck you to Bruce, but you're ten minutes early to your meeting, congrats.

Cass: You know she's been sparing her words so she can bitch at everyone who's slowing her down, you'll reach your point right on time never earlier never late, but there's a high possibility someone got torpedoed on the road -> the car is pristine.

Tim: You think you're doing good and he's abiding by the traffic laws, you're finally lulled into a false sense of security fifteen minutes in. Suddenly, a trap door opens in the road, the car goes down a tunel, why are you in the sewers? Tim is right next to you driving with the most bored face telling you about that one time he had Jason and Dick put him inside a canon so he could fly to Metropolis like a Super. You can't feel your head anymore, maybe it's the panic, you surface again, everything looks fine? Are you on the water??? The car is now a hovercraft, you cry a little, but then you're reaching destination, you're fine. -> Zero scratches on the car.

Duke: Everything seems fine until Duke asks you if you know what this button is for. You don't know, he doesn't know. You think this is the end of it: it ISN'T. Cue choose your own adventure: explosion / ejection seat (Duke) / ejection seat (You) / direct emergency line call to the JLA. You do end up at the meeting, miraculously on time, you don't know how. -> You both agree to never speak about the car to anyone.

Damian: The car doesn't make it, but you do. This was a test. He tells you "Hm. TT." and leaves

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n°4

Wait, what is this? The smallest art dump in the world???

1 hour top each. Digital media, backgrounds from textures or photomanip.

Also, cards on the table I traced the kiss from a photo ref on the TimKon one because I was going for rough and quick and these kissing lips give me the hardest time. Second one is referenced from Eternal Embrace, from artist Patrick Reynolds:

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n°3

Bucky and Alpine practice sketches

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n°2

We don't need grand gestures to know we love each other.

I'm on a "what if I tried painting on photoshop, a thing that I both usually fail at and kinda love to hate?" roll, so here we go. 1h20 photoshop painting.

Look, Superbat. They love each other, okay? They are my little meow meows.

Also bonus quick sketch/line stuff thingy:

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Mon billet n°1 en 2022

Tim and Damian hugging, that's it. Doodles oodles uwu

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Obtenez votre année 2022 en revue sur Tumblr →

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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I have shoulder-length black hair with purple highlights. Green eyes and short in height. I identify as both genders but more often feel like a girl. I don't particularly care for my partner's gender. I love sketching, reading novels, and more often than not, having my headphones on while listening to music. I don't like to socialize but I like to be in the presence of my friends. Batman pls (I like Batman with the whole family involved).

Nightwing, better known as Richard (I'm sorry, I refuse to call him Dick) Grayson, was that of a 'retired' superhero. After him and his adopted father had a falling out thanks to college, he might as well have been on his own. It stung a little, but Richard was too angry to turn back. After some hospital treatment for his wounds, he was off into the real world.

At first, it was hard for him to go from a world-renowned superhero to a local Starbucks barista in a shit apartment. He missed talking to people constantly, like he could when he had more than enough free time. But, even though his extraversion was at an all-time low, he still observed the people he served every day.

One of those people was you. You came in every morning to buy a coffee. Sometimes, if you weren't otherwise busy, you sat down to draw, read, or just think. Richard found you interesting, but he wasn't sure why. All sorts of people his age would enter Starbucks just to brood and be alone. And yet, he thought you were something special.

Richard started to notice the little things; you, of course, were always too stuck in your own imagination to recognize him, even when he already knew your order by heart. But he saw everything, from how you texted your friends to your art style to how you tended to procrastinate on whatever school or work you had.

You were just the run-of-the-mill, completely normal person. And that's when Richard realized; that's what he liked about you. Oftentimes, he'd notice a 'normal' person walk in with a different woman everyday. Others, he read the text messages and realized they were toxic friends. but you? You were just a person. You lacked outrageous flaws, you had your cute little quirks, and you were, most importantly, nice.

And to his knowledge, you were single.

So, one day, he decided: he was going to talk to you. you walked up with one earbud in. You were clearly tired, but Richard could work with that. Before you could even spew your order, he recited it by heart. You were taken aback, and Richard introduced himself.He sugar-coated it as nicely as possible. He had been noticing you and your habits.

You weren't much of a talker. that much he had gathered. but he struck up a deal; give him your number and he'll cover your coffee.

You were tired and weren't in the mood to deal with humans. However, the guy was charismatic and cute. He was charming. Plus, it was a free coffee.

You weren't in your right mind to lie, so you gave him your actual phone number. Of course, Richard already knew it; he would've Ade sure he typed the right one in anyways, but it was nice to you being nice.

From there, it was smooth sailing. You weren't much of a talker, but Richard knew that didn't mean you weren't interested in at least being friends. Slowly but surely, daily 'how are you's turned into hour-long FaceTimes at midnight. Cold, disinterested coffee orders turned into full-blown conversations at the counter. Hell, Richard was ecstatic that you two were hanging out in person now, and not just at his work place.

He was your friend. But he wanted to be much more.

Things were smooth sailing until his former family had the audaucity to try and weasel their way back into his life. Things were better when they were normal. things were better without them and with you in their place.

Batman was still a pathetic excuse for a father. He left pricey gifts and pleading notes at his doorstep. Alfred forced himself back into his life. It made him aggravated. And that was where the major fuck-up was.

...Or so he thought. He always pushed people away with his bad moods. But he was able to confide in you. And only then did he realize: you weren't normal. You were you. And that made all the difference in his life.

That didn't clear his head completely, though. His so-called family was still pissing him off. So, one day, he decided he'd gloat in their faces. You'd play the role of 'loving significant other' and he'd introduce you at an awkward family dinner.

You agreed, under the guise that it was fake. But Richard was so traumatized and living in his own world, that the moment you agreed, it was like you were his actual significant other. The family dinner was as awkward as anyone could've guessed, but Richard was in an oddly good mood.

At the end of the dinner, he made an announcement that you weren't prepared for. He grabbed your hand and told the family you two were getting married. You play along, of course, figuring he just conveniently left that part out, but things became hell after that dinner. You :

Play into it : Richard was a nice guy. And he was just playing into it for the sake of family appearances, right? All of those welcoming family gifts were a part of it. All of those 'staged' dates were part of it. All of those late-night sleepovers that turned into something more were part of it.

Before you knew it, you truly did have that ring on your finger. Richard had ups and downs, but he always treated you right. He was such a gentleman, in fact, you didn't notice how he wrapped you around your finger. How he trapped yo in a luxurious cage. But that was alright.

Turn him down : Richard is enraged when you turn him away. You only just started dating him, and you break his heart already? Not happening. Richard did everything alright. Did he fuck it up when he exposed you to the not-normal part of his life?

It was too bad. He didn't really care why you turned him down. His family was shit, but they were groveling to get him back. So, he came up with a sob story: he left you even though you two were having a kid (whether adoption or pregnant or otherwise). Of course, his family didn't see through it. According to Richard, you were a good person, but you were mentally ill.

They Wayne family has a lot of power. And that meant he easily trapped you with him. It didn't really matter if you agreed or not; Richard was a charming man. and that was just as much of a con as a pro.

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jaderimehardt · 2 months

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So, Cali is in the middle of another storm, yay me~ 🙃. Tomorrow I get to go out in it because I have appts and errands. We're in the middle of a flood watch with wind advisory and potential power outages atm. Nothing new, I guess? 😅

Yesterday I had my bedroom window open listening to the deluge of rain, because I actually love the rain. For the longest time, Cali was in a draught and I wished for nothing more than rain. I can't help but feel that phrase "be careful what you wish for" is coming back to haunt me.

I'm sure it'll be okay. It's global warming, surely. Everything's out of whack. Just gotta hang in there until the next season's crazy weather, and then the next, and the next.

I've also been watching lots more vids on Youtube (to no one's surprise), but from all the things I like; ranging from culinary, to Myer Briggs, to art, to science, to resin... man I miss working on resin.

I keep checking the weather forecast and I need 70+ degree weather to come back (to work on resin) but I also really don't want warm weather back, lol 🫠. So conflicted.

And then I remember I still have a ton of things I can work on with graphics- on the computer and on mediums. I just seem to mentally skip over that. It's like I need a huge checklist or sign right in front of my face. Even if I'm watching vids most of the day, when I get free time to actually sit and do something- I give that time to something else- I prioritize something else. I don't know what it is. Or why that is.

When I work on resin, I'll literally wake up in the morning, go out into the garage first thing, won't come back inside until it's like 1am or 2am. I'm out there all. day. long.

It's like an escape.

I think there's a disconnect with other things when I compare it to that. Because when I find an attachment to projects, I don't pry away. It's almost impossible to pry me away.

🤔

Another thing I've been doing lately is watching movies in the evening. Some new, some old. But I'll put them on with a sketch book in front of me, and doodle.

For the record, doodling is different from working on an actual project (for me at least).

Y'know, two weeks ago, I had never seen any of the DC-verse movies made by Zack Snyder. Today I can say I've seen them all, lol. I've grown especially fond of his Batman, Superman, and Aquaman 💘. (I like the Green Lantern too but I can't tell if he's part of his DC-verse or not? Like... he should be but... ??? 🤷🏻‍♀️. And I like Doctor Fate but... 🤐)

I've always grown up a big Batman fangirl so it was interesting to see another new take on Batman. I like this version a lot- my favorite tbh. But to each their own. I know people cling to their nostalgia, faves and biases.

I replay a lot of the marvel movies too because I also love the marvel-verse. But I'm also the type that replays a lot of Disney movies and anime 🙃

The next Aquaman should be available to watch on Amazon Prime and Max next month. I've yet to see that and I want to~

I'm also still trying to figure out what graphic to make for that puzzle. Thinking some kind of scenery with focus on ~something~. I might actually pull some places from a book I once was writing back in college (that I never finished). It might be time to revisit that.

My skills in drawing scenery though... 🫠. Yeah, this will be a fun challenge /sarcasm. Let's just reference all the trees and foliage necessary to get this task done 😶

Because, I mean, it's still all here in my head. I just never followed through with writing the whole thing.

I was like 170 pages in at 8pt font or some nonsense, and not even halfway done with the book. That's why I stopped, lol. It would have had to be chopped up into multiple books with multiple "climatic" endings 🤷🏻‍♀️. It put me in a position of "I dunno what the heck to do" and we see how well that went 🙃

That turned into "I'll come back to it later" and "later" turned into months, months into years, and years into indefinitely, and indefinitely to..... I think about it occasionally. It's in a folder in my bookcase where the last time I looked at it was years ago.

I still use my OCs in a lot of things though.

And if anyone is curious why my blog posts tend to lean more on the ramble-y side:

youtube

This is one of the handful of vids I watched today. When watching it, it was kind of like a lightbulb 💡; I was like "Oh! This explains a lot."

He has good Myer Briggs vids /nods (I'm an INFJ -t)

Edit: Oh, my god. Let me edit in this tweet I just found on Twitter.

It's a visual chart for pencils and this is awesome.

Marcel aka Draw Like a Sir, on Youtube, has a video that I'm pretty sure I've linked in a previous post- about how the B pencils are not easy to erase, but they're great if you're "coloring" or "filling" with them. Use the others for sketching, as they erase better. Always remember to sketch lightly, so your eraser will have an easier time to erase.

I think the vid was called "5 worst mistakes" or something 🤔

#jade.blog #Youtube

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sweet-beezus · 3 months

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Hiya!

I'm Sham, they/them, and I'm an ✨artist✨

Welcome to my b(l)og, I hope the water's nice :)

If you want tags to peruse, I have a few that might interest you!

▪︎#sham's art <- my art tag

▪︎#sweet memery <- my meme tag

▪︎#trope scope <- writing tropes that really get my brain factory gears grinding

▪︎#sham's favs <- thins it out to the things that make me giggle and live rent free in my brain, mix of both tags like a nice soup, though nowadays I tag anything as a fav... Might need a new tag-

▪︎#other's art / #friend art <- art appreciation tags :)

I also have sideblogs!

@shams-kiddies <- OC art sideblog, it's better organized than my main in terms of tags

@the-briar-brigade <- AoR sideblog dedicated to an ongoing long form Kingdom Hearts roleplay, periodically mass updates because I'm forgetful!

My ask box is always open if you ever have any questions or silly things to share!

I'm a lil DM shy when it comes to new folks, so I apologize if I never answer or respond to your questions and concerns!

Currently, I am not accepting commissions, since I have a busy work life and chronic pain (plus I don't even have a commission sheet set up, alas-), however I'm open to art trades and conditional requests if my burnout allows!

For a more competitive art trade experience during the month of July, you can find me on Artfight as ShamSpam!

That's all for surface level stuff, I'll leave some more about me and my work under the cut :)

I have no concept of a consistent social life or media presence, so I just post whatever and whenever I want to, usually mid afternoon for me because that's my time to Survive™ my day to day stressors. Whatever hits my dopamine reserves just right will probably end up here!

I am a self taught artist who only really picked up on certain techniques and styles in recent years, I have quite a few inspirations for the directions my art is going in and I actually adore how my style(s) look right now! Which is good because it's a lot of work maintaining and improving all the time-

I mostly indulge in art and writing of my OCs, and the occasional fan art here and there when I'm in a particular mood, and everything (I would hope) is made with the love in my heart for my creations, from the 6+ hours of work on a digital piece to maybe a 10 min sketch of my OCs smooching from the confines of my canvasses.

We can ignore the musician part for now, at this time I haven't really delved too deep into making my own tunes aside from some really rough drafts, but eventually I will! I am a sucker for orchestral pieces, but I need to relearn music theory-

I have a few fandoms and things I like to participate or indulge in from time to time, so if you're curious here's a list!

Music Artists:

▪︎Josh Groban

▪︎Thomas Bergersen

▪︎Celine Dion

▪︎Phil Collins

▪︎Ricky Montgomery

▪︎The classics from an edgy teen's childhood (Linkin Park, Evanescence, Disturbed, etc. also including Christian rock, it was unavoidable you could say-)

▪︎Also classic artists from before my time (Journey, Michael Jackson, The Bee Gees, ABBA, etc.)

▪︎Very weird pickings from a variety of places, I'm honestly too tired to list most of them because I'm in and out of listening fixations like a pendulum- Usually it's a select handful of songs that don't have a tremendous impact, y'know?

Current Brainworms (fictional media):

▪︎The machinations of my own mind (my OCs <3)

▪︎Kingdom Hearts (KHUx era and AoR AU mostly, though the latter's kinda dwindled lately lol)

▪︎Ghostbusters

▪︎ARGs/Analog Horror

▪︎Wizard101

Things I Revisit Periodically:

▪︎Okami

▪︎Persona 5

▪︎Sonic the Hedgehog

▪︎Splatoon

▪︎Ace Attorney

▪︎Doctor Who

▪︎ABZÛ/The Pathless

▪︎FNaF

▪︎Various musicals (feel free to ask which ones!)

▪︎Lego games (currently spinning the Lego Batman trilogy in my brain like a microwave)

▪︎Celtic mythology

Misc. Items That Are Ever Present But Not Constant:

▪︎Sea creatures

▪︎Dungeons and Dragons

▪︎Frogs and turtles

▪︎Tragic love stories

▪︎The concepts of loss and love in general

▪︎Emotional catharsis as a whole tbh

▪︎Phoenixes (for some reason)

▪︎Red pandas

▪︎Moss (especially in ball form)

▪︎Religious imagery/history

▪︎Tarot cards

▪︎Vincent Van Gogh

▪︎Ravens

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deathwishy · 3 years

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x MARVEL CROSSOVER x

Marinette knew that Tom Dupain wasn't her biological father. Nonetheless, she loved him and he loved her. He married her mother when she was two and have been inseparable ever since.

On the other side, her biological father was a prick.

He first came to visit her after she developed a ... rather interesting set of abilities. She was five when that happened. Her mother had somehow contacted him and, even though he doubted it, he came.

It is safe to say that he was beyond shocked when he saw that Marinette was his spitting image, not counting the blue eyes. She had a mischievous smile and sharp eyes, carrying herself like royalty, worthy of the title of the daughter of the god of mischief.

That day, Loki found out he had a demigoddess daughter.

While he was reluctant at first, the little girl grew on him. He visited at least twice a month, mainly to help her control her powers but also to let her know that he actually cared about her, to ensure that he wasn't with her like his father was with him. No other Asgardian knew about Marinette and he would like to keep it that way. There was no need for his brother of father to swoop in and ruin everything.

As the years passed their bond became unbreakable. Marinette still thought that Loki was a prick and an idiot at times but she wouldn't have it any other way. Life was boring anyway, why not sprinkle it with a little bit of mischief?

When she became Ladybug, he knew. He called out Tikki as soon as he stepped in her room and her parents were out of hearing range.

"Tikki, you can come out. You should know better by now."

Marinette was dumbfounded when the goddess came out from behind some books, with a pout and with her arms crossed.

"I knew it. Trixx did say that you came to Midgard and Marinette looks like a miniature female version of yourself."

"I'm actually surprised the guardian gave her the Ladybug miraculous. I would've guessed she would have been a better fox."

"She is a very good match for me too. Her soul is a creative one, but yes, she would be a perfect fox."

"Um... Can I get in the loop too?"

The two gods turned to her. Marinette had her arms crossed, tapping her foot on the floor. Loki gave her a sheepish smile.

"I am a God, Marigold, I do know the other gods too."

The day passed talking with the two deities about all sorts of things, Tikki especially scolding him for the New York disaster, Marinette joining her. It happened before she was born so even if he changed it was still a horrible thing

"Look, daddy issues are a pain to deal with. I was very angry."

"Dad, it's no excuse to be an asshole."

"I know." Loki rolled his eyes then grinned. "But what's this I'm hearing about from Tikki about a boy?"

Marinette flushed, glaring at the offender, now munching on a cookie, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She was shaking her head and vigorously gesturing with her hands.

"Nope. I'm not talking with you about this and, Odin forbid, if I see you around him I'll cut your macaron supply."

Loki only raised his hands in surrender, laughing heartedly. He wouldn't dare cross his daughter, so he swore, between tears of laughter, that he would keep his distance.

"But if he breaks your heart I'll throw him in Jotunheim."

...

A few years later, when Lila came around he knew. There was no mistaking the dimming of the fire in her soul. He could see that she didn't want to talk about it by the way she was dodging the subject so he had to take the matter in his own hands.

He shapeshifted into a horsefly and flew after her when she went to school. It took a lot of his power to hide from Marinette's sight but if was worth it. Now he knew why she started closing in on herself.

Loki could admire a good lie. After all he was the god of trickery, lies and deceit. But this girl spouting off the worst lies he ever heard. Not only were they ridiculous, they were also completely devoid of any drop of truth. That was the base of any good lie, and she was lacking it entirely. What confused him more what that some of her classmates believed her. Only a handful others didn't seem to believe her, one of which was a blond boy that looked at the leech, glued to his hand, with disgust. By his aura Loki assumed he was the holder of the Black Cat.

He confronted Marinette when she came back from school. Some of the lies were concerning, they were hurting his daughter and he couldn't let it fly. He assumed the harpy was set on Marinette because she wouldn't buy her lies. That was not surprising, she could see even though his best lies.

"I know, Marigold."

Marinette knew what he meant. She inhaled deeply and looked around.

"Can we go somewhere else, outside of Paris?"

The furrowed his brows, getting more concerned by the second. He couldn't read her in that moment. He could read most people like an open book, but that was his daughter. She knew how to hide things from him.

"Yes. Tell your parents, we don't want to concern them."

After she told her parents that she would go with Loki on a short trip, he opened a portal to a high rooftop over a city. She could feel the darkness of it, potent and corrupting. She figured that was why her father would bring her there, no one would notice them. As soon as the portal closed, she broke down. She hugged him, crying into his chest.

"I'm so tired, dad. The responsibility of Ladybug, Lila and her lies, half of my class turned against me, Hawkmoth just sending out akuma after akuma, it's just so much."

He let her cry, hugging her closely and patting her head. Even after all these years he didn't know how to properly comfort his daughter but it was something he actively was working for.

"But I assume you still don't want me to help?"

"The Avengers or The Justice League would notice if you do something. I managed to keep them away, for the time being, but I doubt they would hesitate coming if they heard that you came into a highschool, knives flying after a teenage girl or if you burnt down half of Paris searching for Hawkmoth."

She sighed, sitting on the edge of roof.

"I can handle it, I think. It's hard but I can manage it. I have Chat Noir and the others, we will succeed."

"You know that I will always be by your side if you need me, right?"

"Of course, dad." She hugged him once more, not letting go for some time.

When she calmed down, she asked him to get them to Paris.

"Dad, where was that? I've never felt a more malicious feeling to a place in my entire life."

"Gotham City. That place holds a centuries long curse."

Marinette nodded then hugged her father one more time before he left. She then went on her balcony, sketchbook and laptop in her hands. The afternoon sun was providing perfect lighting for sketching. She set aside the sketchbook for the moment, opening the laptop. She heard about Gotham from Alya when she was gushing about the vigilantes. She wasn't especially interested about them so she listened politely but forgot everything the next day.

Gotham was dubbed the Crime Capital, which was not surprising. The maliciousness surrounding the city was overwhelming, even if she was there for only a few minutes short of an hour. She could only imagine what that could do to the locals. A meeting with Fu after her patrol that night was mandatory.

Apparently he knew about the situation in Gotham. An old friend kept him updated. He confessed that he wanted to talk with her about it but decided to tell her when she was prepared. Fighting that kind of corruption would be hard and it would take years. They decided to put a pin in it and deal with it after they defeated Hawkmoth. Marinette did NOT need this on her plate now.

...

Things got a little complicated when Wonder Woman decided to drop by. It was night, just a few hours after an akuma attack. Ladybug had to patrol on her own, Chat Noir was held back in his civilian life. She caught Ladybug on the Eiffel Tower, just when she was finishing her round.

"Ladybug."

"Wonder Woman. I wasn't aware that you would be coming by."

"I apologize, but this is important. Your presence is required at a summit between The Avengers and The Justice League. Some discussions will be about the situation in Paris and as the city is in your jurisdiction, you are invited to attend."

Marinette felt like she didn't tell the whole truth but agreed, under the condition to bring Chat Noir too. They were a team.

Loki wanted to come along but Marinette shot the idea down quickly. The was a chance that Thor would notice and everything would go south very quickly. She didn't need an international incident on her hands. The others didn't trust Loki but they were civil with each other after the brothers made amends and he helped them a couple of times. Still, she didn't think they would appreciate Marinette bringing an unauthorized guest.

...

A few weeks later they were in a secret base in the Alps. After she got the coordinates of the location she used the horse miraculous to get there. They were fairly early, only a few members of both teams being present. Batman with his team, Thor, Wonder Woman, Black Widow, Winter Soldier and Green Arrow.

Batman was the first one to greet her, soon after she closed the portal.

"Tikki, Kaalki, divide."

The horse kwami landed in her hand, where a sugar cube was waiting for her. She then nestled on top of her head. She slid the glasses there too, for easy access, just in case.

"Ladybug, glad you could come." Batman greeted her cordially. She shook his outstretched hand.

"Of course. After all, I was said this was concerning us."

Before Batman could say anything, a man dressed in black, with a blue bird symbol on his chest jumped in front of her, grinning like a child.

"I can't believe it, you are a real magical girl!"

Ladybug took a step back, blinking, a little shocked by the grown man's reaction.

"Tt. Nightwing, be professional."

"Yeah Wingman, you're going to scare the little Pixie."

"Ignore them, they are idiots." Said one of them, coming beside her. She identified him as Red Robin, one of Batman's... Associates? It felt wrong to call him a sidekick. That would be Robin.

"Red Robin. The idiots there are Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin."

"Pleasure meeting you." She smiled to them warmly. Robin narrowed his eyes, looking at her head.

"What is that?" He asked, taking a step closer to take a better look. Kaalki flew in his face, indignated.

"I'm a goddess, you oaf." Robin took a step back, hands on his katana, shocked by the little goddesses reaction. She narrowed her eyes, suddenly tamer. "Are you famous?" Robin was sputtering, clearly not prepared for the change in her demeanor.

Red Hood burst out laughing.

"Fucking hell, his face. I've never been more grateful for the camera in my helmet."

"Kwami don't show up on camera, but his face definitely will." Chat Noir pointed out. He went beside Ladybug, up until then scanning the compound. "I'm Chat Noir, the fabulous purr-tner of Ladybug, at your service." He made a mock bow, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Ladybug, Red Robin, Red Hood and Robin groaned.

"Not ANOTHER ONE!"

"Tt. I can't handle two of them. I'll inevitably going to break the no killing rule."

"Um, what's going on?" Ladybug turned to Red Robin, who was grimacing.

"Nightwing." He said, giving her a pitying look.

"Oh, come on, it can't be that claw-ful." Retorted Nightwing. Chat Noir lit up like a Christmas tree.

"My lady, see. I was sure I was feline a fellow paw-nner nearby."

"Kill me." Ladybug and Red Robin said at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed.

As more heroes were arriving, Ladybug introduced herself to each of them. She tensed a bit when Thor came beaming at her.

"Ah! I haven't seen the miraculous for centuries! I am not really that familiar with the Chinese Miracle Box but I did encounter a wielder of Trixx."

She smiled tightly listening to his encounter with Fylja. She knows from her father about her, a trickster just like him, who managed to seduce Thor and steal Mjolnir and hide it. Thor decided to omit that detail. He liked the young hero but something seemed oddly familiar about her.

When Aquaman came, he looked very uncomfortable with his proximity to Chat Noir. He was cordial but kept his distance after finishing introductions. Chat Noir did tell her once that Plagg said that he was the one who sank Atlantis. It was a real story, apparently.

Ladybug preferred the company of Red Robin. They had a lot of things in common, from mutual interests to similar experiences as heroes. He asked a lot of questions without being invasive or trying to find out things about her civilian life and actually seemed interested about her answers. She actually blushed when Nightwing called them cute. She could see with the corner of her eyes how Chat Noir was wiggling his eyebrows but swooped up the other boys when they started teasing them.

"Everyone is here. Only the official members of the Justice League and the Avengers are allowed, as well as Ladybug and Chat Noir. The rest will stay here." Wonder Woman announced, leaving the rest of the young heroes pouting and protesting.

Ladybug turned to Red Robin and gave him a wave.

"See you after."

"Definitely." He grinned, making her blush.

Chat Noir came beside her, smiling knowingly.

"At least you're not a stuttering mess this time."

"Shut up you alley cat, that was four years ago."

"So you do like him." He smiled even wider. Ladybug blushed furiously, punching him in the ribs. He only giggled.

"Nightwing and Red Hood owe me 50 dollars."

"You're unbelievable."

All the heroes were seated at a circular table, everyone having an assigned seat. Even Ladybug and Chat Noir, their symbols gleaming brand new on the backs of the black chairs.

"The summit begins. We are now gathered here to discuss the Paris situation." Superman began, opening a slide on the projector.

Ladybug narrowed her eyes. It became obvious that they called the summit just for this. They were trying to take control. She clenched her fists, but didn't say anything. She hoped this wasn't what it looked like. She put her hand on Chat Noir's shoulder when he looked like he wanted to say something. She squeezed twice. ' I got this.'

"Ladybug, Chat Noir, it's been four and a half years since Hawkmoth has been active and so far we haven't seen much progress. The akumas seem to become more powerful and aggressive and the damage to Paris greater each time. We think you might be over your heads."

"What we are trying to say," Batman stood up, glaring at Superman for his lack of tact, "is that the situation is becoming increasingly difficult and we feel the need to intervene. We know that you are young, let us help you."

"You are kids, we can tell. We thought that because of the nature of the miraculous you will be able to neutralize the threat in due time, seeing as it's the same type of magic." Added Captain America.

"We trusted that you could handle it, as you said, but some of us already have doubts." Iron Man said, crossing his arms.

"Your miraculous might not be enough this time. But that's ok. We want this to end as much as you do." Professor Banner added, looking at them like he was explaining to children why they couldn't cross the street when the traffic light was red.

Most of the heroes didn't notice the way the two young heroes narrowed their eyes, faces darkening, but some, mostly those who knew the power of the miraculous, did. Aquaman was uneasy, a sense of foreboding dawning over him, Wonder Woman looked like she didn't know what her peers were going to say. She stood still, but tense, like preparing for an attack. She knew they were somewhat right, but that wasn't the way to help them. Green Lantern was leaning in his seat like he wanted it to eat him. Thor looked around the table, damning every one of them present. They were going to get them killed. Black Widow was glaring at Banner, knowing what his words did to the Parisians by their increasing straining to say nothing and stay in place. Batman was following them carefully. Something about the two of them screamed danger.

Then Superman dropped the bomb.

"So, effective immediately, we take jurisdiction of the city of..."

He was cut off by a sudden boom reverberating through the room. All heroes jumped in a battle stance. When there was no threat in sight, they looked at Ladybug, who had made a dent in the table with her fist. Her eyes were entirely blue. But it was not her usual color, it was an icy blue, that could freeze the fires of hell. Thor held his breath. They looked exactly like frost giant eyes. And familiar ones.

"How. Dare. You."

She didn't yell but the heroes could feel the ice in their veins.

"For four years we've been tirelessly fighting an emotional prying bastard, while controlling our own to the point where it seems that we have none, handling our civilian lives at the same time, trying to minimize the destruction of Paris even though we new the cure with bring everything back to normal, tending to our citizens after they've been akumatized, ensuring they would get therapy and support, even stopping minor crimes around the city and you have the balls to say that we are in over our heads?! We may be but we are handling it way better than any of you do! You are not one to speak, Superman. Metropolis gets trashed every other week with you're messy fights, and there is no cure. You obviously have no regard of the destruction or the victims most of the time. The rest of you are mostly the same. But there is no one getting in your way saying that you're doing a horrible job and trying to replace you. And if there is, gods forbid, you just send them to prison or in a mental asylum. You have NO right to criticize our ways when yours are statistically worse!"

Both the Justice League and the Avengers were silent and wide eyed. Thor was the first to recover. Her eyes went back to normal after she finished but there was no mistake. The girl wasn't human.

"Who are you?" He pointed his hammer at Ladybug. She rolled her eyes.

"Put that down, you're not intimidating anyone."

"Those were frost giant eyes. Answer me or perish."

"Dad would not appreciate the perish part, you know."

The Avengers and the Leaguers were now exchanging confused looks. What were they supposed to do? What was that about? After exchanging glances, they remained silent, watching the exchange curiously.

"What are you talking about?" Thor retorted, now gripping Mjolnir tighter.

"I guess this is as a bad time as any but... Hello uncle."

It wasn't ideal but she couldn't have both the Justice League and the Avengers trying to arrest her. She took the yo-yo from her hip and slid it open. She scrolled through her contacts and tapped the one named 'The God of Bullshit'. After a few beeps, during which the heroes were recovering from their stupor, Loki's face appeared on the screen.

"Daughter dearest. What's the matter, are the others bothering you?" He said in a sarcastic sweet voice. She rolled her eyes then pointed the screen towards Thor.

"L'Oréal blond knows."

After a few seconds Loki starts laughing like a maniac.

"This is the best way they could've found out. This is PERFECT."

Thor walks in wide strides to an unimpressed Ladybug and takes the yo-yo from her hand.

"I have a niece and you didn't TELL ME!"

"Of course not. You pieces of shit are not worthy of the presence of my daughter. I don't know why she even agreed to come to the meeting. She is doing a wonderful job in Paris and does not need any interference. Beware, brother, if you upset her I'll come for your heads. I have to go now, see you soon, daughter."

Ladybug closed her yo-yo and looked around the room.

"I don't care what you decided. Paris is my city. You don't come barging just because you think you can do a better job. And yes, I'm the daughter of Loki but that doesn't mean that I have bad intentions. I'm a hero as much as you are. Now, have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Ladybug." Wonder Woman was the first to respond. Even if she was a daughter of Loki, the young hero earned her respect. She stood her ground against them and made her point crystal clear.

The rest of the heroes agree, though some reluctantly.

"Now, I agreed to come here mainly because I wanted to say that I have a strong lead. Hawkmoth may soon fall."

After some other arguments with some of the reluctant heroes and a few protests that were quickly shot down by Ladybug and her supporters, the heroes dispersed. She and Chat Noir were between the last ones to leave, having a shushed conversation while the others left.

"We will discuss it back in Paris. But yes, it's true."

"So you're a half goddess?"

"Demigoddess, but yes."

"That is awesome."

When they entered the hall, they saw it was almost empty. She was disappointed that maybe Red Robin left until he was in front of her. He gripped her shoulders and looked in her eyes.

"I think I'm in love with you. That was the greatest hero smack down in history."

She was a blushing mess by the time the other boys and Batman came around. They were all snickering, even Batman and Robin.

"How did you..."

"Father turned his com on when he saw that you looked like you were ready to kill someone."

"B, you are not allowed to adopt her under any circumstances, do you understand me? We do not need another sister."

"Yeah Bats, don't ruin your only chance at grandkids."

Now Red Robin was blushing too.

"So... You don't care about the Loki thing?"

"We noticed that he toned down a few years ago. We didn't know why. Now it makes sense."

"Yeah, trust me, you're not the only one with a villainous parent 'round here." Red Rood pointed, putting his elbow on Robin's shoulder. The latter looked like he wanted to rip it off.

"And you are clearly taking your job seriously. Even father respects your efforts."

"I didn't intend to make you feel like you are not good enough. We wanted to help you, but it got out of hand. I apologize."

"Apology accepted. I understand where you're coming from, but trust me. This is coming to an end. Soon."

When the Bats were going to the zeta tubes and Ladybug was merging the horse miraculous with her own, Red Robin stayed behind. He handed her a phone.

"It's a non traceable phone. Of you ever want to talk, my number is programmed in there. I really enjoyed our conversation"

She took the phone, smiling brightly.

"I did too. Thank you."

She pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back, kissing her on the cheek then running to the zeta tubes. Her cheeks were as red as her suit. She touched the place where he kissed her, smiling like an idiot.

"Aww, I'm going to die of fluff. I ship it."

"Shut up." She grumbled but still smiling.

...

A few months later Hawkmoth’s reign of terror came to an end. It was messy and heartbreaking but they were finally free. Adrien was exonerated by both the Justice League and the Avengers when accusations started to appear in the media. Not wanting to live with the Graham de Vanily’s, Adrien was taken in by Selina Kyle a.k.a Catwoman. It was quite fitting.

They have revealed their identities during the battle when they had to recharge and barely found one place to detransform. When they had the Butterfly and Peacock miraculous secured and Gabriel and Nathalie in police custody, they swung to the Eiffel Tower and collapsed there on each other, crying their hearts out for the first time in five years. Loki got there at some point but he kept his distance, understanding that it was their time. That was how they were found by the Justice League and the Avengers. Huddled together on the railing, not talking, with Loki next to them, smiling serenely. Thor almost had a heart attack. When she noticed that Red Robin came too, she ran to him and kissed him like the world almost ended, which almost actually did.

Fu passed guardianship to Marinette not long after, deeming her ready.

After everything was solved in Paris and the trials of Gabriel, Nathalie and Lila, for her aiding Hawkmoth, were done, Marinette began her first mission as Guardian. Cleanse Gotham.

Soon, a new vigilante, with a black fox theme, swung through Gotham with the Bats and Tim Drake appeared in public with his new girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

When I first saw what the prompt for today was I had no idea what to write. I didn’t want to do the class trip to New York so I took my favorite character, Loki obviously, and brainstormed. This came out. I don’t know if this has been done before but I love biodad!Loki.

So this is approximately 4326 words (I added and edited things on here so I don't know for sure) which is a new record. I did enjoy writing this. Maybe I will do something biodad!Loki again in the future, it's fun to write.

And as a sidenote, Marinette can lift Mjolnir.

@timari-month-event

#maribat #timari #timari january #mlb x dc #biodad!loki

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whetstonefires · 2 years

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Do you have any thoughts about Eath 3 Professor Pig? I just had the idea today and was trying to find content about him. He would totally offer gender affirming surgery for free, though. Because he enjoys doing surgey.

I was not really plugged in when Pyg debuted, and Morrison's whole aesthetic/narrative sensibility with that generation of New Rogue didn't really speak to me (I could have dug Nobody if developed slower, and some of Flamingo's max camp was fun, but the writing lacked commitment, best I can say) so I haven't had many thoughts about him.

He had an impact on Jason's brief-lived sidekick, Sasha, converted her dad and fucked up her face; that's the most interesting contribution he's made to the DCU for all of me. (Bring back Scarlet and Abuse. And Onyx while we're at it, though she faded out without help from a full reset.)

But the illegal free clinic does need doctors and I observe from his wiki page that the Nu52 gave him a backstory as an actual qualified surgeon (as opposed to his original vibe as a deranged butcher) associated with Spyral and Leviathan, so yeah, I guess he can come. Hit the Gotham pro lunatic circuit late in the game, develop professional ties with the Circus.

I don't think they'll really become friends, because let's be serious is Pyg ever going to reasonably integrate into the Rogues gallery even in canon? Unlikely. Zsasz never has even after getting nerfed, and despite Morrison's bragging about the originality of the premise Pyg is basically Zsasz with the initial braininess and dark-mirror-to-Batman business dialed way down and the gross dialed all the way up.

Plus minions a la Hatter but so much worse.

Previously the only surgeon our guys had access to was Mockingbird (Thomas Elliot) and he was working very hard to keep his secret identity, so there was only so much volunteer surgery he could work into his schedule.

So now the patients willing to go to a trained but not licensed lunatic using stolen equipment for their surgery on account of Free just have to deal with the fact that the person doing it enjoys the process way too much. 😆🔪💉🧵

I'm assuming better ethics means a better sense of hygiene although I'm sure he's a tremendous slob in his personal life regardless.

It's funny though, Tommy Elliot for story reasons (in canon to justify the Face Thing and in my mirrorverse because angst and control issues) spent several years working exclusively in plastic surgery while Pyg's sketch backstory seems to suggest a more practical focus, so it's funny to think that when they both go Black Jack, Tommy's preference is Lifesaving Medical Care while Pyg gets really into Elective Surgeries For Improved Quality Of Life.

Like, I can see it. There's something there about how rebellion is always deeply contextual and defined by what you're reacting against.

If you wanted more general thoughts I apologize, I can only do My Hyperspecific Universe That I Haven't Updated Since Before The Pandemic Yikes.

#hoc est meum #ask #grahminradarin #earth-3 #dcu #comics #batman #professor pyg #short for pygmalion supposedly but WHERE IS YOUR GALATEA??#is the idea that you're sculpting all these people into your desired shape #as practice so when you find the right target you'll do it perfectly?#there's a fun angle someone develop that #trans girlfriend for good pyg ig

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fuyunoakegata · 3 years

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Curious to ask, what are your Top favorite suits Dick wore in crime fighting, from his the classic Pixie Boots to the modern day blue with black and everything in between?

Depending on the day, #1 is either Fingerstripes or Discowing, probably not surprise to anyone who's talked to me or followed me for any length of time (I'm wearing a Discowing shirt right now 🤣). # 2 is whichever wasn't #1, lol. # 3 is probably Rebirth Nightwing. Pixie boots and scaly green panties would be #4 (yes, I know it's a leotard, lol) and I hate that I'm ranking it that low. I was a teenager before Discowing debuted, anyway, and I watched way too many cartoons with Dick in red green and yellow, so just for nostalgia factor and sheer iconic was, that's high up there. Let's go with just prior to Flashpoint DickBats #5. I love the little details how he made the Batsuit his own, from the belt buckle to being able to shoot the horns on the cowl. #6 Dick as a Talon. I have a love hate relationship with TalonDick. I don't always like the execution of it in writing, but dang, I love the look of it. There's a fan art of it that came out a long time ago that just... I almost drool at how beautiful it is. (I also have a quick sketch with Dick as a Talon in my book of convention commissions) #7 Grayson. unpopular opinion, but I did like just being able to see him unmasked then. I cosplayed it once, lmao. Sat right in front of Tom King, staring at him during a panel with a faceless swirly mask 🤣 Animated Series Nightwing #8. Classic black and blue, but ranked lower because no Fingerstripes. It does look good, but dude, those stripes can't be pulled off by just anyone. It's like with dance costumes (or marching band). The stripes draw attention, so any flaw of movement is magnified. It takes confidence in your ability and absolute skill (and he has both and then some). Add both of those together with his showmanship, and it's probably distracting as hell in a fight, too. Unpopular opinion, but I loved the colors of the Mulletwing outfit, I just hate how it came about (and a lot of the ways it's drawn). I think maybe it's just me being partial to blue and gold. It could be redone to look nice, with the right artist (and an entire different story to how he picks it, and without the hair). So it gets #9 and beats out New 52 red and black (#10) just for the color scheme 🤣. That leaves #11 as Renegade and #12 as the New 52 and Rebirth versions of Robin where he has pants. I just don't like those.

I didn't add in the animated movies or Earth-2 or Earth Two Batman or Robin or animated Young Justice (I do love YJ Robin and Nightwing) or the animated movies or Titans tv. I'd potentially be here all day then, lol. Also, I'm definitely queer enough to admit I didn't hate the Batman & Robin movie suit 😂 If there are any more versions or AUs you're curious about me ranking, ask away 😋 or send choices and have me pick a winner. Kingdom Come vs Ric or The Target vs Polka Dot shirt? Who wins? Heck, if you're curious enough, I'll answer specific versions by specific artists, even. 🤣 hint: Nightwing Bloodborne always loses, even though it's Fingerstripes. I enjoy the hell out of the hurt comfort in the story, but I can't with that art style. I just can't.

#asks #dick grayson uniforms

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blogofawimpykid · 2 years

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Confidential

The Dark Knight

The Joker X RC

Canon: RC and the Jokers first meeting

1,000 words

"What about doctor patient confidentiality?" RC protested, staring down the Arkham Asylum guard who lingered in the corner of the room.

"You're not a real doctor," Crane said. "If anything, You're bait. And he's here to keep the pieces of your body identifiable when things go wrong." He pointed to the guard, than gestured for RC to step into the room. She did so confidently, even though the locking of the thick steel door behind her sent an invisible shiver down her spine. She nodded to the guard, who stared blankly back, than sat down at the unforgiving metal table. Her cardboard boxes of art supplies clattered onto the surface in front of her.

"What's your name?" The patient asked, looking up slowly.

"RC."

"What's that stand for?"

"Riley. Crowder. What's your name?"

"You can just call me... Mr. J."

"What's that stand for?"

"The Joker." Riley looked up from the papers she had been shuffling and finally studied the face of the man she was sitting opposite. She knew of him, of course, but it didn't seem possible that he was the most feared man in Gotham, even as she looked him in the eye. "They tell me I'm some sort of... experiment," he said, taking RC in the same way she had him.

"I think I'm the experiment," she said with a smile. "I'm in school for a new kind of therapy and I wanted to try it at Arkham. So they're letting me."

"Are you a doctor?"

"No. Just a student. An intern."

"They're letting students experiment on the prisoners now?"

"No loss to them. I'm doing this for free. For my own research. And like I said, you aren't the experiment."

"For free?" The Joker asked. "Well, we better make this worthwhile. How am I going to be psychoanalized today?"

"You aren't," RC said brightly. She slid him a piece of paper. "We're just going to draw."

"Draw?"

"It's called art therapy. It helps navigate your feelings."

"So I... draw, than you take the pictures back to your school and try to see inside my twisted mind?"

'We just draw. I'm going to do it too. Do you want crayons or markers?" He actually considered the two boxes RC held out to him.

"Crayons," he decided. RC passed him the box. "Crayons for the clown," he muttered. RC opened her own box and considered the colors for a second before picking a couple markers and starting a sketch on her own paper. "So they don't pay you?"

"No," RC answered simply.

"Do you have another job?"

"I work at Starbucks," she admitted.

"Really?" She nodded. "You must stay busy."

"I only get about 20 hours a week there."

"Oh."

"What?" RC looked up at the knowing tone with which he had responded.

"You're one of us. A true poor, lowly, everyday citizen of Gotham."

"I live just outside of crime alley," she admitted. "I wouldn't be right for my job if I didn't. This job, I mean, not serving coffee to Wayne scientists all day. Nearly every patient in Arkham comes from a low class background. Being poor not only makes you more susceptible to mental illnesses because you can't afford to treat them, it also makes you more likely to turn to crime as a means of making a living. If I have the same life experiences as the people I'm treating, they're more likely to trust me. Trust isn't something that's easy to come by around here."

"You're very smart." The Joker said. "How do you feel about the Batman?"

"I think if he really wanted to be a hero he'd arrest Bruce Wayne." RC turned over her shoulder as she said this, remembering they weren't alone in the room, but the guard didn't seem to be paying attention at all. Some help he would be if things really did go wrong.

"Why's that?" The Joker asked, seeming to already notice the answer. His permanent grin widened with an actual smile.

"The only way to end crime in Gotham would be to end poverty. Bruce Wayne could do that singlehandedly. The fact that he hasn't already makes him the most dangerous criminal we have."

"You're quite a rebel, Dr. Riley. That's a revolutionary way of thinking."

"It's probably bad protocol to admit that to a patient. But I stand by what I said about trust, and if I lied, I wouldn't really be earning it."

"Well, so far, you have mine. You don't seem scared of me, so I seem to have yours as well."

"Well, we have common ground."

"What's that?"

"I'm guessing you aren't a fan of Batman either."

"They should make you head if this whole place right now. Because you are a genius." The complement seemed sincere, not at all teasing, and RC ducked her head to hide the fact that she was actually blushing. "How long are you stuck with me today?" Riley had been forced to relinquish her watch, along with all her other belongings besides the paper and art supplies she had come in with, when she entered the asylum. Luckily, a clock hung on the wall, completely bare of anything else, just behind the Jokers head.

"Just a few more minutes, actually," she said, almost sadly. "Can I see what you drew?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." RC turned her paper around, so the Joker could see, and he handed his sheet over to RC. "They should have you in here instead of me," he said casually, studying the drawing intently.

"Why?" RC asked.

"Because. You drew disembodied brains and bones flying everywhere. That's morbid."

"It's an idea for a new tattoo."

"You have tattoos?"

"A couple. My coat hides them. I'll show you sometime." Realizing what she had said,, TC looked down quickly at the Jokers drawing. "Is this me?"

"Yeah. I just had the inspiration right in front of me." RC didn't know how to respond, so instead she started putting her markers back into the box. "I don't guess I get to keep that?"

"Not this time."

"So, this is a new regular thing?"

"Once a week."

"I'll put it on my schedule."

#RC #The Dark Knight #Canon #Modern

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I hope you don't mind but would it be possible for me to ask you some Jason/Kyle headcanons?

1. They are not big on PDA at all in their civilian personas. They get mistaken for friends even more than your usual same sex couple.

2. Jason is the clean one and lowkey twitches at the messes Kyle makes with his art supplies.

3. Kyle draws fanart of Jason’s favorite stories and characters as gifts. He also sketches Jason a lot on idle, but mostly keeps those to himself.

4. Jason is bemused by Kyle’s interest in the female form/tendency to draw nudes, but takes it way better than Donna did shrugs it off. Of the two of them Kyle is actually quicker to jealousy, which is something Kyle’s not used to.

5. Batman’s opinion of Kyle is ‘he was such a nice boy until he wanted to date my son’.

6. Their relationship is 50% shenanigans and 50% just chilling around. No real in-between.

7. They appreciate how low maintenance the other person is. Kyle hates being nagged and needs someone who trusts him; Jason needs a really decent amount of space and the freedom to occasionally disappear for a case. It works.

8. Kyle will stealth-post pictures of Jason’s cooking to brag on his social media.

9. Whenever Jason tries to be especially Extra, Kyle likes to photobomb the situation in one of his samurai/cowboy/absurd construct costumes.

10. They are alien-married as a maybe-joke but the Lantern Corps takes it seriously and refers to Jason as Kyle’s husband. Batman may or may not have had a small panic attack.

11. Their fights, when they happen, are cosmic. No fight is big or loud enough to be a dealbreaker though; once they cool off they’ll be back like nothing happened.

#jaykyle #im not good at these #also sorry it took a while i had to poke a lil into kyles history #ive read green lantern 70 and its a whole lot of yikes #Anonymous

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I don't know if you've gotten one like this, btmut Barry's just a regular CSI, and he takes his super villain fiance to his high school reunion. Maybe bounce Len scaring the crap outta Woodward?

You know, I’ve missed writing Coldflash…

Fic: Face Blind (AO3 Link)Fandom: FlashPairing: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart

Summary: Barry’s just a regular CSI. Totally 100% boring, normal, and standard.

Except for the fact that he’s dating a supervillain.

(Prompt: Barry’s just a regular CSI, and he takes his super villain fiance to his high school reunion. Maybe Len scaring the crap outta Woodward?)

A/N: Willing to write more in this verse, but have no more ideas. Feel free to toss me additional prompts for it.

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It just sort of happened, okay?

Barry’s a regular guy! He has a Netflix subscription, a part-time ownership agreement with his neighbors over their cat (who goes by the name of Number 2 and who seems to think Barry’s apartment is an extension of his property), an excellent best friend who’s getting married (Iris! Married! How?!), a regular but kick-ass job (CSI, just like on TV except for totally not like that), a standard but not excessive amount of work drama (Singh is getting better about Barry’s punctuality thing, he hopes)…

He’s also kind of face blind.

That last one is particularly relevant. Not to his job as a CSI, mind you, because he can compensate with any number of things and it’s not like he’s a sketch artist or a detective or anything, he analyzes the scenes, not the people.

Just, you know, to…everything else.

Because, you see, Barry got off late from his job and he was dying for a curry from the place down the corner and he was due to get on a conference call to discuss his most recent case in, like, two hours, except it’s rush hour and all the tables are taken and the hostess apologetically explains that a table would take at least an hour.

And they don’t do take-out.

Damnit.

That’s when Barry spots the guy. He’s got a nice little two-top, and he’s obviously alone because his jacket is tossed lazily over the second one and, well, what the hell.

Barry really wants that curry.

“Gimme a second,” he tells the hostess and skirts around the tables to get over to the guy’s corner.

“Excuse me,” he says.

The guy blinks up at him.

“I’m sorry – this is so weird, I know – but I’m, like, I would kill for a rogan josh right now and this is the only place for miles that does it properly, but all the tables are taken and they don’t do take out and I’ve got a conference call in an hour and a half so I can’t wait. Any chance I could, uh, sit here? I can be really quiet.”

The guy stares at him for a second, then smirks. “Yeah, sure,” he says, kicking out the chair across from him. “But only on the condition that you make conversation with me. I don’t do quiet.”

“You’re amazing,” Barry says gratefully, and sits down.

The guy ends up ordering a couple of extra dishes – Barry has a ridiculous metabolism, okay?! – and they split them all, loading everything onto warm naan and waving their hands in the air as they debate, well, everything. The Central City Cougars’ miserable performance, the benefits of hockey vs. football, the current political climate (City Hall: mess or hot mess?), musical tastes (they’re both eclectic, have a guilty pleasure for musicals, and think that Supernatural is worth watching only for the stellar soundtrack)…

Honestly, Barry’s had worst first dates, and this one wasn’t even one.

Well, it’s not right up until the end when the guy – Len, he introduced himself as – grins and says, “That was fun. We should do it again sometime.”

“I agree,” Barry says.

“Let’s make it a real date this time,” Len continues.

Barry blinks, and blushes. “Uh, sure,” he says, unable to fight a smile. “Real date it is.”

While Barry’s distracted fidgeting with surprised pleasure – Len’s really hot, okay? Barry’s inability to remember faces doesn’t mean he’s blind-blind – Len manages to snag the check and pay it.

“Hey,” Barry protests.

“Relax; I’ve got the cash,” Len says, and smiles for some reason.

“Still,” Barry says. “Next time, I cover.”

“I’ll let you think that if it makes you feel better,” Len teases.

Barry kicks his shin lightly.

Len laughs and programs his number into Barry’s phone.

Barry’s having a great time right up until his conference call, where instead of talking about the most recent cases – Julian’s covering a jewelry store robbery, while Barry’s focused on proving a domestic abuser’s involvement in harassing his ex-wife – Singh clears his throat and says, “Allen, what were you doing just now?”

“Having dinner,” Barry answers, frowning. “Why?”

“The having dinner part we understand,” Joe says, sounding aggravated. “But why were you having dinner with Leonard Snart?!”

Leonard Snart, as in Central City’s first supervillain. Leader of the Rogues. Regularly named in the same tier as the Green Arrow’s bad guys, or Superman’s in Metropolis’, or even Batman’s in Gotham’s, even though Central City doesn’t actually have a superhero as of yet.

Leonard.

Len.

“Oh crap,” Barry says. “I think I just went on an accidental date with him.”

“Allen,” Singh says. “I mean this in the kindest possible way: How do you always do this?!”

Obviously Barry’s not going to go on another date with him.

Except, well, it turns out that there’s a really important money transfer going on the next Thursday evening, hard cash involved, just up Snart’s alley, and Julian’s the first one to suggest that, well, you know, you don’t have to do anything, Barry, that would be unethical, but theoretically if Snart – notorious control freak that he is – is sitting in a restaurant having dinner with you, he and his Rogues are probably not going to be hitting the transfer.

“You’re joking,” Barry says.

Except he’s not, and neither is Singh, Joe, or Patty.

So Barry calls Len and sets up a date for the appropriate time and place.

“– if that’s not a bad time for you?” he concludes.

“For you, I’ll make time,” Len says.

“That’s incredibly smooth,” Barry says skeptically, because, well, he has had dinner with the guy before. “Who fed you that line?”

Len sniggers.

They have dinner. It’s amazing. Len is funny without trying too hard, interesting, listens to Barry and actually thinks about what he’s saying instead of just brushing him off; he’s attractive, friendly, and tips the waiter well after he steals the check again. He walks Barry back to the subway and leaves him with a short brush of the lips without even a hint of disappointment when Barry indicates that he’s not taking him home tonight. Basically a perfect date.

(The money transfer goes off without a hitch.)

And, well…

It’s not that it’s, like, an officially condoned relationship or anything. No one’s pushing Barry into anything he doesn’t want to do, you know? It’s just – well.

If Barry happens to be going out with Len again, then his co-workers would be interested in knowing when and where and what else they might be able to schedule at the same time. Especially given that Snart’s Rogues continue their reign of more or less impossible-to-pin-on-them-but-everyone-knows-who-it-was thefts and robberies without even the slightest hint of anyone, even the police, being able to stop them.

Singh just stops assigning Barry to the Rogues’ cases, that’s all, and ta-da! No conflict of interest.

The dates continue to go well.

Very well.

Let’s put it this way: no one’s forcing Barry to do anything, but Barry is very much okay with doing it all by himself.

They’re curled up one evening – Barry’s apartment – and Len says, out of nowhere, “You should meet my family.”

Barry blinks. “Your family?” he echoes.

Because as far as he knows, Len’s only family – Leonard Snart’s only family – is Lisa Snart, aka Golden Glider, aka the femme fatale of the Rogues.

“Mick and Lisa,” Len says. “You’ll like them.”

Oh, yeah, and Mick. Mick Rory. Heatwave. Pyromaniac, Rogue, second-in-command.

“Uh,” Barry says.

“I know I haven’t talked about them that much,” Len says, like he doesn’t reference his sister and his best friend every three minutes in conversations, though never by name. “But you’ve read their records, right?”

“Their…records?” Barry squeaks.

Len laughs and leans in, resting his head on Barry’s shoulder. “Barry,” he says fondly. “I know what you do for a living. You literally rant about it every time we go out. Especially Julian.”

“Well, Julian,” Barry says automatically, because Julian’s kind of a dick.

“I’d be amazed if you didn’t know who I was and what I do by now,” Len continues. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. The precinct uses times when we’re hanging out to try to run important money business, right?”

Barry sighs. “How long have you known?”

“Oh, basically since the beginning,” Len says. “Second time we met, you were all shy all over again – at least until I got you to relax. Then you were fine again.” He pauses, considering. “You’re an extremely trusting person, you know that?”

“So you’ve told me,” Barry says. “Several times. I assume by the way you’re talking about it that you don’t mind?”

“Nah,” Len says. “I know that they’re doing it, and if they ever try to pass something I really want I can still get it, but in the meantime I kind of like it.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah,” Len says. “The CCPD is planning around me now. They’re not even trying to take me down; they’ve accepted me and my crew as a force of nature.” He smiles. “What’s not to like?”

Barry rolls his eyes.

“So?”

“As long as they don’t kill me,” Barry says.

“Don’t piss them off, then,” Len advises.

“That’s so comforting.”

“You’ll like them.”

Barry finds, to his incredible bemusement, that he does.

Mick is hilarious. Legitimately hilarious. He’s got this excellent deadpan thing going and he’s got a sly little sense of humor that bounces off of Len’s just right, and the stories he tells (many about Len, given that they’ve been best friends for thirty years) are side-splittingly funny. And Lisa is just – well, Barry’s never quite gotten the shovel talk like that before.

“Iris would love you,” Barry tells her before he thinks better of it.

And, well, after he’s met Len’s family, it would be rude not to invite him in return.

Well. Maybe just Iris and Eddie first.

Joe later.

(Later meaning never.)

Iris is the one who brings it up.

“A reunion?” Len says, grinning.

“Oh god,” Barry moans. He’d forgotten about that.

“Oh yes,” Iris says, grinning evilly and high-fiving Lisa. They loved each other on sight, naturally. Eddie is glaring at Barry.

Barry acknowledges that he deserves it.

Mick is making sandwiches. “I think it’s a great idea,” he opines. “You’ve never been to a reunion before, have you, Lenny?”

“Dropped out of high school,” Len reports. “Never got a chance.”

“You should take him,” Iris says, her eyes glowing. “I’m in his class; I’m taking Eddie. It’s traditional to take your significant other.”

“Iris,” Eddie says through gritted teeth.

Mick plops the sandwiches down in front of them. “Eat,” he says.

“Don’t ‘Iris’ me,” Iris tells her fiancé. “Have I said a single untrue word?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and picks up one of the sandwiches.

Barry watches as his face does something interesting.

“Eddie?” he asks, a little concerned.

“These are amazing,” Eddie says, mouth still half full. “Oh my god. Iris, try one.”

Iris does.

As does Barry.

“You’re cooking for our wedding,” Iris announces.

“I am not,” Mick says.

“I’ll make Barry take Len to the reunion if you do,” she bargains.

“I’m taking Len anyway,” Barry objects, though he hadn’t known he was going to do it until he said it.

He blames Mick’s sandwiches.

Len just laughs at all of them.

And that’s how they end up RSVPing “yes” to Barry’s stupid high school reunion.

“This is such a bad idea,” Barry says.

“Probably,” Len says.

In fairness, Len takes to bad ideas like a duck to water. Barry should’ve known better than to let him anywhere near Iris.

It’d be bad enough on its own – Barry did not enjoy high school – but naturally, Len goes all out, in his own inimitable fashion.

Some people going to a reunion and wanting to show off might show up in a nice suit, rent a limo, maybe a flower or something, something like that.

Len shows up in head-to-toe black, a wicked smirk, and his motorbike, which is only the sexiest thing Barry has ever seen and which Barry has been trying to wheedle his way into a ride ever since he saw a picture of Len escaping the cops on it.

(The parka Len always takes with him on heists? Very distinctive.)

“Okay,” Barry says. “I’ll go.”

“Thought you were planning on cuffing yourself to the stairwell?” Len inquires.

“You brought out the motorbike,” Barry says, scowling at him. “You know that’s cheating.”

“Iris is paying me off to make sure you make it there,” Len confesses cheerfully. “Totally worth it.”

“I don’t even want to know what she offered you,” Barry says, but lets himself be coaxed onto the bike anyway.

Wrapping his arms around Len’s waist, helmet blocking the wind from his eyes and letting him lean in close…

Yeah.

“That as good for you as it was for me?” Barry asks at the end, a little dazed and more than turned off.

“You’re giving me inappropriate associations,” Len grouses. “I have to ride that for work, you know.”

“You don’t have to anything for work, Len. You’re a supervillain.”

Len waves his hand dismissively.

“You sure we can’t go home?” Barry asks, eyeing the door to his high school cafeteria warily. “I’d make it worth your while…”

“You always make it worth my while,” Len says. “Now get.”

“I just didn’t have the best time at school, okay?” Barry grumbles. “I don’t want it rubbed in my face or anything.”

“It won’t be,” Len says. “I promise.”

Barry should’ve asked him how he was so sure.

He really, really should have.

At any rate, Len answers the first casual “so what do you do” question with “Oh, you know, this and that - bit of high-end theft here, terrorizing the city there. I don’t like to be pinned down too much.”

Nobody even notices Barry after that point.

“This is really quite fun to watch,” he tells Iris, smiling fondly as Len tells his captivated audience about that time he (allegedly) stole a sculpture out of the Louvre. In copious (alleged) detail.

“You totally won the reunion,” Iris agrees, grinning. “Told you you would.”

“How was I supposed to know that everyone would be really into mingling with a supervillain?”

“He’s a Rogue,” Iris points out. “He’s on TV every few months. Doesn’t matter what side, he’s a celebrity. A charming celebrity.”

“He really is very charming…”

“And all yours.”

“And all mine,” Barry agrees, and grins.

Barry is sent to get more drinks while Iris goes to dig Eddie out of the hole he seems intent on making in the wall using his head, because he’s promised Iris he won’t arrest Len and Len seems to be taking that promise and running with it all the way down the football field the way he’s talking about the highlights of his criminal career tonight.

(Alleged highlights.)

Barry’s smiling the whole way there.

Right up until -

“Hey, look who it is!”

A heavy hand falls on Barry’s shoulder.

Oh, and the night was going so well, too…

Barry fixes a smile on his face. “Hi, Tony.”

“Barry Allen,” Tony says with great satisfaction. “How you been doing, man? It’s been ages!”

You don’t say.

“I’ve been doing fine,” Barry says, trying unsuccessfully to edge away from Tony’s steel-fisted grip on his shoulder. “Uh…you?”

“It’s cool, it’s cool,” Tony says cheerfully. “Got a job at the ironworks, pays well enough. Got a gym back at my place. Man, Barry Allen. Who’d have thought? We used to have so much fun together back in school.”

Barry’s brain temporarily shorts out. Total blue screen of death.

Fun?!

Tony “you were born to take a beating” Woodward thought they’d had fun?!

“Hey, that cute pseudo-sister of yours still around?” Tony says hopefully, looping an arm casually around Barry’s shoulder like they’re friends or something. “You ever hook up with her? I know you had a serious thing for her back at school.”

“No, I’m dating someone else,” Barry says shortly. “Iris is around here somewhere. Actually, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better get back to –”

Tony snorts. “The shrimp’s actually dating someone? Guess there’s someone for everyone. You should set me up with that Iris chick.”

“Uh, no,” Barry says. “She’s also dating someone. A cop, actually.”

“Pssh, cops,” Tony says. “Who needs ‘em? Gimme her number. I know you know it. C’mon, do an old buddy a solid.”

“We weren’t buddies,” Barry points out, but it’s not helping; Tony’s reached over and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. “Hey! Give that back!”

“I will in a minute,” Tony says, breezily ignoring Barry the way he always had. “Let me just –”

A hand plucks the phone out of Tony’s meaty hands like it’s nothing.

“Hey, I was using that!” Tony protests.

“Because I have such a respect for other people’s property,” Len drawls. “That’s what I’m known for, me.”

“Listen up, punk,” Tony starts. “I don’t know who you think you are –”

“Captain Cold,” Len says, the smirk on his face cold as ice. “And unless your plans for the evening involve visiting the hospital for a severe case of frostbite, I suggest you rethink who you’re picking a fight with.”

Tony squints at him. “You’re not…” he starts uncertainly.

“I most certainly am,” Len says. He’s doing the thing he does with Mick sometimes, where they both seem to get taller and broader and infinitely scarier than they are normally, eyes going hard and deadly and suddenly reminding everyone that the Rogues’ code of non-killing is a fairly recent invention. “Now I’m going to say this just once, and it’s going to stick: stay away from my boyfriend.”

“Your –” Tony sounded befuddled, his eyes casting around the room in puzzlement before landing on Barry. “Allen?!”

“Bye, Tony,” Barry says, unable to keep from smiling.

“I –”

“Oh, and we were never buddies and high school wasn’t fun,” Barry adds. “Just, you know, fyi. So go take a hike before Len decides he’s going to ice you anyway.”

Much to Barry’s amazement, it actually works: Tony retreats, still looking somewhere between puzzled and affronted.

Len loops an arm over Barry’s shoulders. “Let me know if anyone else is bugging you,” he says, smirk still sharp and dangerous. “And I will ice ‘em.”

Barry laughs. “No, Tony was the worst,” he says. “Good thing you didn’t bring your cold gun.”

Len is suspiciously silent.

“Len,” Barry says. “You didn’t bring your cold gun, did you?”

“Just a miniature version.”

“Len!”

#my fic #coldflash #barry allen #leonard snart #mick rory #iris west #eddie thawne #face blind

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