#kyle rayner fics

[kyleraynermybeloved]

One Of A Kind -Chapter Two

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: A surprise is discovered. Is it terrifying? Absolutely!

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of morning sickness, pregnancy, canon-level violence, my bad writing

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I'm very late but HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Its FINALLY here, and guess who has covid! Sorry it took ages to arrive. If the pacing feels a bit off it's bc I wrote this a little drunk a while ago. (I did end up misplacing it and i finally found it so no proof read, we die like heroes) I hope yall enjoy this, if not then I'm sorry :/ ALSO, this is going to be the last short chapter of the series so expect the others to be a little longer from now on!

OOAK Masterlist

The overwhelming nausea woke you up, and you barely made it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach emptied out. You heaved some more, your body shaking from the force after each one. The bile in your mouth was enough to make you wince and spit into the toilet hoping to get rid of the taste.

Groaning, you set your head against the cold seat as the dizziness subsided a little. It was just the wake up call you needed before heading back to work. It seems the few days you had off were too short of time to readjust to your normal routine. You might as well get ready now that you’re up.

You were too busy leaving in a hurry to say bye to Billy once you checked the time, effectively running late. Hopefully you'd have time to check in with him later to see if he was faring the same. You had felt sick the entire time getting ready upon arriving on base, your stomach churning uncomfortably with unease. It might have been the food and drinks from last night or the winter air doing a number on you. For now, you shrugged it off to the best of your abilities.

There were plenty of other agents walking around when you arrived at the tarmac. A few faces you haven’t seen before looked towards you as you made your way to the chopper Sormael had instructed you to from this morning's message. They might’ve been the new hires you heard about coming in the other day. Deciding to put on a friendly face, you smiled and waved towards them as you continued walking.

“Thrasher! About time you made it, what happened to always being on time?” Sormael engulfed you in a hug, giving a firm little shake before breaking away.

“Sorry, sir. I wasn’t feeling all too well this morning and that seemed to cut into my arrival time. Won’t happen again, unless the husband has a say in it.”

“They do love to make things a little more interesting don’t you think? Are you feeling better, or do I need you to sit this one out? I have Zeru on standby seven klicks out from the target site.”

“Negative, sir. I’m much better now, only needed some fresh air and to see your wonderful face,” You bumped his shoulder against yours, sending him a lopsided grin. A gesture you’ve done countless times to let him know you were fine.

There was no chance in hell you would let Zeru, a colleague you’ve been competing against, take this job just because you felt a little sick. The two of you had an ongoing bet to see who could get more jobs done in the span of eight months, the loser had to buy the winner dinner for three weeks. And the eighth month was now coming to a close, you had one job on him but it was only a matter of time before he caught up.

“Alright, well, here’s everything you need to know,”  Sormael handed you a folder that was banded shut. “It’s a covert mission, a simple extraction job. Retrieve the data and get to the rendezvous point for further instructions. Like usual, you’ll have a ride there but you’ll need to find a way back to ensure no one can link you back here. Stay safe, the roads are freezing over. Do whatever you need to get back to us.”

“Always am.” Nodding your head in affirmation you turn to the awaiting helicopter. The snowfall began to pick up causing you to pull your coat closer to fight against the bitter cold. Harsh snowflakes pelted against your face once you got to the aircraft door. The aircraft shielded you from the oncoming storm once you got inside, sliding the door shut and getting situated in your seat.

“Morning, Agent Thrasher. Our eta is four hours, I would catch more sleep if I were you.” The pilot you recognized from previous assignments spoke through the headset. Giving him a half-assed response you went to look at the contents of the folder.

It was a fairly light folder, flipping through the papers and memorizing everything  given. Information on the building’s layout and number of personale working. Only select people had access to the server room which was located on the fifth floor, third room on the right. Attached to the last page was a small flash drive still wrapped in the package.

The nausea had finally settled down, giving you a break for the time being. But you had a sneaking suspicion that it would come back. If that was the case you'd have to make this quick.

You sent Kyle a brief text, letting him know of your whereabouts for the next few hours and decided against telling him of your sickness from the morning.

The sun had peaked through the clouds once you were high enough in airspace, warming you up from the chilly temperature. It was odd that you were cold for this long, your body had gotten used to adapting to the different temperatures over the years of constant traveling in different climates. Pulling your thick coat impossibly closer you thought it best to reserve your energy and get some sleep while you still had time.

*****

You had everything under control, the mission was going smoothly. Entering the building and getting into the server room had gone seamlessly. The flash drive had all the needed information and the only thing left was your escape.

The earpiece you had in your ear was patched into a secure channel only the rendezvous team had access to. It was silent for now.

Normally, you would have to reach out first once in range of any rendezvous point or an appointed team member would reach out if you’ve been dark for too long.

You had carefully tucked the flash drive into a secure pocket, adjusting to make sure it was unnoticeable. The uniform you had acquired once getting into the lobby at the beginning of the mission had been doing its job perfectly as a disguise. No one was the wiser when you had gone in and when exiting the server room, the door locked after shutting closed.

Keeping your head down you walked through the hallway successfully keeping attention off of you. Turning around the corner to the stairwell, you quickly descended down the flight of stairs only passing by two people as they left through the door you just went through.

After reaching the second level another wave of nausea washed over you making you unsteady. Not again, you could only do so much while your whole world was spinning. The stale air wasn’t helping at all either. It made everything feel more restricted and claustrophobic.

You carefully walked down the remaining steps to the floor level, supporting most of your weight on the railing and wall so as to not stumble down. The more you had turned the corners of the staircase the harder it got to keep your composure. There was only one more turn before the ground floor, deciding it would be best to take a breather once you were far enough away from the building, you pushed on. Finally leaving the stairwell and taking the closest exit towards you welcomed the fresh winter air, inhaling deep breaths as it helped ease the bile that was threatening to come up long enough to make it past the parking lot to a lone car where you had stashed your things.

You shed the uniform changing into the spare outfit you had packed in the warmth of the car. Digging through your bag you found something to ease the nausea for the time being until you could take something once you got home. For now, you just hoped it would work.

Little flecks of snow slowly drifted down, dark clouds were filling up the bright sky. You drove until you were three miles out from the rendezvous point, hidden well enough to not stick out to oncomers, after concealing the car  and wiping it down of any prints left you grabbed your bag and walked the remaining way there.

As soon as you made it inside the hidden cabin and debriefed with the team after handing over the flash drive, you threw a few more logs into the dwindling flames of the fireplace to heat the small cabin up.

Your hands felt like icicles and your legs had gone numb a mile into the journey. The layers you’d put on did very little to help maintain heat.

The team informed you before they departed that the cabin was yours for the time being, well at least until after you leave before the cleaning crew arrives.

Knowing you had enough time to shower and change into more comfortable clothing made you physically relax, letting out a content sigh.

Thinking now was a good enough time to check your phone, possibly give Billy a call. If he was fairing as badly as you were then you definitely needed to apologize for possibly getting him sick.

“Billy speaking, what’s up?” He answered on the second ring, judging from the noise in the background he must’ve been home.

“Hey kid, glad I managed to reach you. Sounds like you’re home, did you make it back safely and in one piece?” Shifting the phone to hold it with your shoulder, you were able to take out an outfit and some essentials into the bathroom.

“Oh, yeah I made it back just a little after you left. I was gonna say something but you left in a hurry and I didn’t want to keep you back any later than you had to.” That seemed about right. Both you and Kyle had told him on many occasions that he didn’t need to keep things to himself, whatever it was that he needed the both of you would pause what you were doing and give him your undivided attention.

“No worries, next time go ahead and ask me to stay back a little. Speaking of which, I wanted to ask how you’re feeling? I’m feeling a little under the weather, it might’ve been the food from last night.”

“You know how I get, I just didn’t want to bother you too much. And I feel fine, if you want we can head over and bring you some soup or something?” There was a muffled sound on the line before he spoke up again. “Hey, I got to go. Keep me updated though, I think we’ll head over later today, if not tomorrow. See you later.”

“Will do, see you later kid.”

Well that was interesting. What else could be making you sick if not the food? At least he wasn’t under the weather, that made you feel better knowing you didn’t get him sick as well.

A ding from your phone pulled you out from your thoughts. It was a message from Kyle saying he was back on Earth. You sent a reply of your location and asked if he could bring a thermometer and cold medicine before hopping into the shower.

The water pressure wasn’t great but it also wasn’t the worst you had. It came out in soft bursts, fortunately the shower head was large so it covered more than a small area. The water did wonders for your aching muscles, which had been unusually sore and stiff for the past few weeks. You knew it couldn’t have been from either of the previous assignments you were on. Or for this one as a matter of fact.

At some point you must’ve dozed off, still on your feet. Deciding it was better to get out and get some actual rest without any incoming injuries, you turned off the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. Kyle would be on his way soon, in the meantime you could busy yourself getting ready and warming up on the couch in front of the fireplace.

By the time Kyle came around you were passed out.

“Hey sleepy, I wasn’t sure what to get so I bought whatever I could find. I also brought some soup from your favorite place, it should still be hot.” Kyle helped ease you up to sit on the couch, you must’ve laid d0wn while you were sleeping. 

“Oh, hi,” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with a smile. “How long have you been here?”

He put a hand to your forehead, “Long enough to know you were tossing and turning for a while. On the bright side you don’t have a temperature but better safe than sorry, take this.” He handed you a water bottle and two tylenol from one of the two bags he had, which you gladly accepted and took.

Once you finished your water Kyle traded it for a container of soup. It was still hot enough to warm you up. He plopped down next to you with his own food, digging in once he knew you could eat fully on your own.

“Thank you, I think the soup is helping me some. How are the fellas doing? Causing more chaos for the team I assume?”

“Oh you know it, nothing but the best from Guy. I also may have enabled him… just a little bit.” his smile had a hint of mischief with the knowing look he gave you.

“Of course, babe,” you nudged him with your shoulder, “ ‘Just a little bit’ my ass. You totally orchestrated whatever it was. I feel bad for the poor soul who was on the receiving end of you two maniacs.”

He threw his head back in a laugh. “You know me so well. It wasn’t too bad this time, I swear. Oh, I forgot. Before I left you said you had something you wanted to tell me?”

Ah, you had completely forgotten about that. You tried racking your brain for the right words to explain this best. After five years together it was kind of hard to just come out and say you had been lying to him all that time about yourself. Well, in a way you weren’t lying, just always avoiding mentoning your past and family.

“Uhm,” your hands clasped together in your lap as you leaned forward, “You know how I aoid talking about my past with you or brush it off when you ask me about it?”

He put his food down to give you his full attention, motioning for you to continue once he sat back, grabbing one of your hands in reassurance.

“Gosh this is hard, uhm. I want you to know that I didnt tell you because I don’t trust you, more because I was scared to tell you. I guess the best way is to rip the bandaid off. But more or less I was… Batman’s daughter, this was years ago of course. I don’t actually know if he told anyone in the league about me since I wasn’t one of the many side-kicks.”

“I think I remember Alfred having some photos of when you were young laying around the mansion when I lived there for a bit, I asked them about it but no one really said anything. Figured it was a sore subject. Im going to be honest, I’m a little hurt that you didn’t tell me sooner but I understand having moments of the past haunting you.”

“There’s more I would like to tell you,” I pulled him towards me more, “But I’d rather tell you once we get home. How about we head over once we’re done eating?”

“No problem, eat as much as you can and we'll take the leftovers with us.” Kyle grabbed his container and gestured at you to eat with a forkful halfway to his mouth.

*****

It had been two weeks later when you decided to see your agency’s doctor to check out your recent sickness. You had been expecting a stomach bug, or the flu, the last thing you expected was finding out you were ten weeks pregnant. Ten weeks. Kyle, who went with you almost and passed out from the news, was still taking his time processing everything you told him, rightfully so. The two of you were sent home with congratulations and several pictures of your growing bean. It had felt too surreal, and overwhelming.

All that happened three days ago, now you and Kyle were just entering your apartment after buying some pregnancy essentials for you when a noise from the kitchen alerted you of an intruder. You reached for your sheathed knives, usually strapped to your thighs, out of reflex before Kyle stopped you, rushing forward with the bat you normally kept by the front door.

“Fuck man, I could killed you!” Kyle’s alarmed voice steadied your racing heart after realizing it was someone he knew. You slowly made your way to the kitchen, their muffled voices getting clear the further you walked down te hallway. One being Kyle’s and the other you now recognized to be Guy Gardner, who you haven’t actually met but have seen through videos either of your boys have shown you.

“You’re brave for knocking up Batman’s long lost daughter,” Guy pointed to the ultrasound photo pinned on the fridge. “I don’t envy you one bit man. And you must be the lovely wife. Guy Gardner, great to finally meet the mysterious lady Rayner’s been hiding from me.”

“How’d you know we’re married?” Kyle looked alarmed and confused.

“Well, you do have your wedding pictures laying ‘round the place.” He pointed out to the living room where the photos had been conveniently placed on the coffee table.

With a sigh and shake of your head, you held out your hand to Guy. “Y/N Rayner, pleased to finally meet this doofus’ best friend he speaks highly of.”

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@esposadomd

#kyleraynermybeloved #kyle rayner #kyle rayner fics #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x batsis!reader #One Of A Kind series #kyleraynermybeloved one of a kind #pregnant reader

[reineydraws]

Granted the Serenity by @faiasakura

What does it mean to come back to life as an accidental wrinkle in the fabric of reality? Jason Todd might not know the meaning of life, but he does figure out the meaning of his life, somewhere in between killing the Joker and ringing the doorbell to Wayne Manor. Or, a canon-divergent take of Lost Days and Countdown to Final Crisis, where Under the Red Hood doesn’t happen.

i participated in this year's @batbigbang and drew for faia's fic, who was a very wonderful person to work with, and who wrote a fic that is so up my alley, i had trouble choosing what to draw! :') it's super great, and it features multiverse shenanigans, which is why i got to draw one jason judging another jason's red hood shtick 😂

read the fic here, and do go check out the other fics in the big bang if ur interested! and a last big thank you to the mods for organizing all this! 🥰🥰

#2023 bat big bang #fic recs #bat big bang #jason todd #batfamily #batfamily fanart #red hood #dc red hood #dc #dc fanart #duke thomas #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #donna troy #kyle rayner #damian wayne #bruce wayne #soz to dickie who didnt make it into the art bc he rolled into the batcave late to witness this multiverse jason moment lol #my blog's had a busy week huh (sweats) #anyways everyone go read this fic now!!! u will not regret :'))

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

Thanks to that one dream from last week I’ve been delusional enough to believe that Damian “no one shall take advantage of the Wayne family name or they’ll perish” Wayne and Kyle “shamelessly uses the Wayne’s Family name to get discounts at fancy high end art stores” Rayner would get along if they had to team up.

#yes this is from that one jaykyle dream #they have to save Jason for some reason after he was kidnapped #I need to write this fic some day #maybe I’ll add duke for some more chaos #damian wayne #robin #kyle rayner #green lantern #jaykyle

[esfordays]

Halbarry is killing me once more, so a small Drabble

Kyle gathered the other two lanterns, a slightly panicked look on his face. All things considered, the fight went pretty well. Sure, the building they were in had been reduced to rubble and ruins, and the nearby power station had been burnt to the ground, and- well, there wasn’t any casualties. At least, not yet.

“Hey, have you guys seen Barry?” Kyle whispered, a hand on each of his fellows shoulders. Similarly worried looks spread over their faces, both of them shaking their heads. Jess looked towards the camera people who had filmed everything go down, just adding to the workload during the fight.

“Maybe one of them knows? I’ll go ask,” she suggested, and flew over to the small huddle of electronics. Breaking through the reporters barrage of questions, she asked “Did any of you see where the Flash went?” A young man behind a camera stuck up his hand

“Yeah, I think he’s over there,” he pointed at the largest pile of rubble, and her face blanched. Following the man’s finger, Guy and Kyle quickly flew over, closely followed by Jess, to see Barry crumpled behind a large piece of cement.

“How is he?” Kyle asked as guy flew down to pick him up. The trio moved out of the rubble, trying to get a better look at him.

“Not that good… a concussion probably, heads bleeding a fair bit, and he’s definitely broken a few ribs,” Guy looked pointedly at Kyle.

“Well, dibs not telling him” Kyle and Jess said in unison, wincing at the sight before them. Guy’s face went white as he realised their duty.

“Nuh uh. I’m not telling Hal, he’ll kill me! He asked us to watch out for Barry, and I’m not going to be the one responsible.” He shook his head, earning a sly grin from Kyle.

“Well you see guy, you just so happen to be the one who got us into this mess” the devilish grin just widened as Guy’s shoulders sagged.

#e #e’s growing insanity #halbarry #hal jordan #barry allen #green lantern #the flash #kyle rayner #guy gardner #jessica cruz #fic #idk man #I don’t know how to write #like #half of these dudes #sorry lmao

[bluejaysandblackbats]

What Fic Should I Add To The Masterpost?

Bruised Figure: 6 chapters; in progress; Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Willis Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Cass Cain; No capes AU/Figure skating AU

Midnight Swan: 5 chapters; in progress; Jason Todd, Kate Kane, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Joker; Jason Todd lives AU

Pidge: 20 chapters; in progress; Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Kyle Rayner, Bruce Wayne, Artemis of Bana Mighdall, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake; Found Father Jason

Adrenaline: 8 chapters; complete; Jason Todd, Willis Todd, Catherine Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth; Not an AU but a series of non-canon flashbacks

#fic #my polls #batfam #Jason Todd #Catherine Todd #Willis Todd #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Cass Cain #Kate Kane #Alfred Pennyworth #Joker #Original Character(s) #Kyle Rayner #Artemis of Bana Mighdall #Tim Drake

[kiseiakhun]

Kyle getting jealous of people hitting on Jason is unrealistic. Jason wears the nose mask. Kyle also has the crab mask so he has no leg to stand on but he also has his skintight suit. Kyle is the one who shows his goods.

#jaykyle #nose mask ruins all of jason's prospective sexiness sorry. and I refuse to believe he knows how to socialize in civilian mode #I think there should be more fics of Jason getting incandescently jealous over all the people staring at Kyle's ass #jason todd #kyle rayner #t

[elise-51-blog]

"Run to Daylight" WIP snippet

“Why do you love sports so much?”

“‘Cos I’m a dumb jock,” Guy laughs, bunting the question away. “Plus there’s beer. And it’s easier than readin’ books and shit.”

“Shut up,” Kyle laughs, shakes his head.

It’s about dinnertime, and he wonders what he has in the fridge or if Kyle might want to get something in a bit except he’s probably not hungry after all the beer and hotdogs. 

“I dunno. I guess it’s just. When everything else in my life was shit, sports seemed like the real thing. Like the only real thing in a world of bullshit.”

Kyle hums. “It’s weird, I mean. I always thought the opposite, to be honest. Everyone cared so much about the football team, or how the basketball team was doing, and just seemed like a distraction from…from actual life. From more important things.”

Guy’s heard this spiel a million times. Mostly from chicks.

Kyle clears his throat. “I mean I--I’m not saying I’m right. It just seemed like everyone always acted like winning on Friday night was like, it’d be the end of the world if the guys lost. But I mean…I didn’t get it. It’s just--it’s literally just a game.”

“And paintin’ pictures, what’s that?” Guy almost tries not to sound too dickish.

Kyle sighs, rolls his eyes, looks away. Oh, but there’s an edge there. Something old. “I don’t think you’d understand what…what that gave me. Art. What it still gives me. It’s making something…something meaningful out of,” Kyle gestures in the air. “Out of what was meaningless.”

Guy knows if this was a movie, he’d be the asshole. Well this ain’t a fuckin’ movie.

“And the football team, just a bunch of morons tossin’ a ball back and forth?”

“That’s not what I said!”

“It’s what you meant.”

“No it’s not--”

“Listen, you say it’s only a game. And you’re right but you’re wrong too.”

There’s a long pause. They’ve never really dug into this truth between them. The gulf of difference. The dumb jock and the sensitive artist thing. Kyle tilts his head at Guy, giving him his full attention. “So tell me.”

“You can’t just put it down on a--on like a postcard. It’s…you gotta see it, right?”

“Sure. Like coming to this game? Green grass and red dirt and, and all that.” 

Guy shakes his head, it’s not what he means, he hates trying to say what he means. 

“It’s more like…it’s Michael Jordan’s jump shot.”

Kyle stares back blankly.

“David Beckham’s corner kick. Joe Montana and Jerry Rice on a Sunday. And it’s--it’s Bob Gibson 1.12 ERA and refusing to shake Joe Torre’s hand ‘cos it’s war and not a picnic. It’s Zizu’s head and Materazzi’s big mouth. It’s Curt Schilling’s bloody sock. It’s Derek Redmond limping to the finish line and Bronko Nagurski crawling to the end zone. It’s a routine ground ball rolling under Bill Buckner’s glove and Steven Gerrard slippin’ on the grass. It’s Barry Bonds’s hat size and Pete Rose’s bookie.” 

Guy doesn’t know how else to say it. It’s just all of it. It’s life but boiled down to the stuff you need. Forget tax returns and the DMV. Just good guys and bad guys. Pure love, pure hatred. Grief, agony, pain you wouldn’t believe. Outrageous joy. Selfishness, sacrifice. Blood, sweat, tears. War. Love to last a lifetime. 

“It’s everything. All of it. It’s all there. On a pitch, or a diamond, or a gridiron. Just…everything. Waitin’ on a whistle.”

“Wow.”

“Fuck off.”

“No, really!” Kyle laughs, clasping Guy’s forearm. “I mean I don’t know who any of those people are--”

“You fucking know David Beckham--”

Kyle laughs, looking away with his eyebrows raised, his dimples deep, his cheeks a little pinker. He looks so good in the ballpark lights, they should wash him out, but they can’t. “Yeah, I know David Beckham.”

#guykyle #run to daylight #may it someday see daylight #wip #maybe giving away my best stuff #guy gardner #kyle rayner #for the love of sports #david beckham #kyle knows him because he's so fucking hot c'mon now #fic wip #jocks and nerds the oldest love story #kyle and the green crayon #yeah I'm still working on it I'm just so damn slow

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

Who Should Brad Wayne (Frat Boy Extrordanaire) Date?

#brad wayne #glumshoe #He’s their OC #I’m just borrowing him #tumblr polls #dc comics #batman #Gay Brad Wayne #kyle rayner #please select responsibility #I promise i would put all the ones that followed my rules into this poll #Please don’t make me write Bug Bunny/Brad Wayne fic

[mydetheturk]

its wednesday so fuck it have some wip

Edit 2/8/23: the fic has been posted and it's up on AO3! Link in the reblogs :)

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Back when Jason was Robin, the Green Lanterns were always, always draped across one another – literally – or leaning against one of their super friends, or even their non-super friends, but generally just always touching someone. Jason remembers asking Hal Jordan, way back when, why he was always hanging off one of the others.

Hal had smiled sadly, a distant look in his eyes, and said, “Space is very, very lonely, Robin, and Humans? We aren’t meant to be alone.”

Jason suspects – has suspected – that Rayner is very, very alone.

#jason todd #hal jordan #kyle rayner #myde writes #green lantern #red hood #dc #idk im working on a febuwhump fic and i like this bit #humans in general are very tactile! #space is lonely! #LET 👏 GREEN 👏 LANTERNS 👏 HUG 👏👏👏

[jacksnervesofsteel]

Everyone should read the series Space Ducks and Other Feathery Friends by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees on AO3 because it's perfect. I had to paint Moby Duck because his description made me so happy and also I love him.

#fic rec #art #watercolor #jason todd #kyle rayner #jaykyle

[kyleraynermybeloved]

One Of A Kind - Chapter 1

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: The years flash by in a blur, and you enjoy an evening with a guest.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, established relationship, my bad writing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Ah gosh, it’s been soo long since I posted, also I’m bad at summaries. Here’s the 2nd chapter to this series! We don’t get much of Kyle in this chapter until the VERY end, but don’t worry, he’ll be here more in the next chapter!!!!

OOAK Masterlist

Six years had come and gone in an instant. Y/N Wayne had not existed in the world in years, all traces of you disappeared in an instant. No physical or digital footprint was made or left behind, thanks to your job.

Three months after you left, you were recruited into a new program called ‘Shadow League Agency’, the SLA for short. It’s a covert government agency which has unlimited resources to conduct clandestine operations needed, ranging from gathering intelligence to assassinations. 

The latter took two and a half years to work up to, but it paid off in the long haul. You had started from a desk position where you were in charge of resource collection, and after many endeavors you had finally worked your way up to being a top-level field agent. In fact, you had made it to Ghost ranking, which was pretty ironic given your current circumstances.

Being a Ghost field agent had its perks, such as the main obvious predicament of keeping under the radar without any hitches. No one, other than those of high enough clearance, knew your whereabouts and most importantly who you are.

Publicly you were known as ‘Thrasher’. It had been your alias for years, not by choice but it had grown on you. It had come to you due to your ability to mimic and your aggressive fighting style, much like the bird.

Otherwise, only two other people knew you. Your husband Kyle Rayner, and Billy Batson who  had quickly became a great friend of sorts. You had met both the boys purely by accident, and you were glad you did.

Five years ago you had been deployed in New York City for a simple reconnaissance mission, during a rare moment of downtime you had gone to a small bakery for a coffee and a muffin to unwind for a second. Fortunately for you the world had other thoughts when it sent Kyle right into you, spilling his coffee all over you.

He had been absolutely mortified and offered to get you a new shirt since he had ‘ruined your perfectly good one’ but you had politely declined and proposed to grab lunch in exchange. His boyish charms were cute and quickly won you over. That lunch had turned into a date which in turn quickly blossomed into a five year relationship, with two of those years being happily married.

A week after that interaction, towards the end of your mission, you had bumped into Billy in Central Park. Well, more like he skated into an abrupt stop as he collided with you. He had a few bad scrapes and you had offered to patch him up before you had to leave.

Billy talked your ear off the entire time with a bright smile, he brought up how he came here with his foster family on a road trip and in turn you told him you were just visiting for a work convention. You’d met him a few more times, one of those times you had met his wonderful foster parents who had brought up the idea of being pen pals of sorts.

So you found yourself writing to the contagiously happy family for the next year then upgraded to text messages and video calls. It led to moments where you found the kid sprawled on your couch in your small apartment watching movies.

Both Kyle and Billy, and his family, had eventually confided in you to tell you their secret of being heroes. To say you were surprised would be a lie, you had easily put two and two together after knowing them for only a few months but waited for them to come to you and share. But you kept their identities a secret, as did Kyle with Billy since no one in the league knew his identity yet.

In return you shared with them about what you really do, explaining the job was why you had been secretive and blown them off at times. But one thing you kept to yourself about was who you really were and who your family was. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them to not tell your family where you’ve been all this time, you were just scared of it accidentally slipping out especially since they work with your family.

The small two bedroom New York apartment you lived in was thankfully warm compared to the harsh chilly winter air you had traveled in. The interior was cozy. The walls were littered with pictures of memories from the past four years living here. The wooden floors had rugs placed around, primarily in both bedrooms and the living room.

You shrugged your thick coat off onto the quaint coat rack you’d been gifted the week prior while passing the bag of groceries from one arm to the other. Snowflakes fell from you onto the floor forming small wet patches that you paid no mind to.

You crossed the entryway to the kitchen when a voice made you almost jump out of your skin, “Do you need a hand with that?”

“Fuck! Billy, what the hell man? I almost shit myself, a little heads up would’ve been nice,” you calmed your breathing and handed the bag to him which he took  with a smile and began unpacking it onto the counter.

“I did give Kyle a message I would be coming over for the night, I just assumed he would’ve told you as he seems to overshare everything with you.”

“Ah, well he’s off-world right now and won’t be back for another two days or so. And are you still hung up on him telling me about the toilet mishap? It was months ago, kid,” you chuckled to yourself while grabbing ingredients for dinner.

A few months ago, Kyle had been at the watchtower for a meeting with the league. It was a boring debrief that he claimed he had no reason for being there but was told from the big man himself that attendance was mandatory.

Well, halfway through the meeting Shazam had run out towards the bathroom in a hurry and Kyle went to check up on him only to find Billy in his civilian form trying to stop a broken toilet from spraying him with more water. He was sopping wet from head to toe and Kyle said he had helped the poor boy, which you later heard from Billy was a lie.

He had been upset because Kyle had ran back to the conference room to tell the others that Shazam had broken a toilet and flooded the mens bathroom, but with more words and a few made-up details.

“That explains the lack of response. But, yes! I am! Hal and Barry still refer to me as Toilet Lord Destroyer Of All Bowels! It’s stuck and it seems to not be leaving any time soon,” he pouted, it almost made you want to slap Kyle up the side of his head for hurting the poor kid’s feelings. Almost, but a small part of you wanted to laugh and applaud the two dinguses for coming up with that name.

“I’m sorry my doofus of a husband has doomed you, but I mean, now you know how I felt when I was given my alias,” you gave a small smile and a shrugged. “Now, wash these and start chopping.”

“But Y/N, it’s not the same,” he sighed before returning to your side. “You got a cool name that’s super badass and I got stuck with getting bullied by dumb and dumber for all of eternity. I’m this close to coming out and telling them my identity so they’ll feel bad for bullying a kid. Teach those jerks a listen, or better yet I could wait and strike back and hit ‘em where it’ll really hurt.”

You shook your head with a little laugh, “Okay oh sinister and devious one, whatever you say. I’ll let Kyle know he created a monster. Just keep me out of this and we won’t have a problem.”

You had managed to keep your two boys from telling the others about you, and you planned on keeping it that way as long as you could. The most any of them knew was that Kyle was married and you didn’t want the others to meet you in fear of something bad happening like the others in the past. They respected your wishes but that didn’t stop them from digging any small information they could get out of the poor guy. He did tell everyone that Shazam was there at the wedding, being his best man and all.

That’s when half of the league decided it was a great idea to bombard him with questions in hopes of getting any answers. But Billy stuck to his word and didn’t budge at all, earning some respect from some of his colleagues.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard your phone chime. You haphazardly wiped your hands on a kitchen towel and opened it seeing a message from your director asking if you had a moment for a chat, your response was returned with a call.

You excused yourself to your bedroom, shutting your door before answering. “Thrasher speaking, to what do I owe this pleasure, Director?”

Director Erwin Sormael was your superior in charge of tasking you with missions. He had been the one to recruit you all those years ago and made you who you are today. To put it simply, he was like a father to you, or like a big brother at the very least.

“Thrasher, sorry to keep this call short. You’re needed on base in the morning at oh-eight hundred hours. Pack your gear and prepare for a long flight, that’s all I can inform you on at the moment.”

“Affirmative, and Sormael… say hello to the husband for me. Oh! And tell him to send me that Italian wedding soup recipe,” you read the clock on your bedside table, seeing you had a good fourteen hours to kill.

“I’ll let him know, expect to see it in an hour.”

You returned to the kitchen to see Billy was waiting for you on a stool, the table was set for the two of you.

“Well, looks like I’m being called in the morning. So, what do you say we finish making dinner and have a movie night? I stocked up with candy and snacks since our last one,” you turned him around on the stool to face you.

“I say we have a deal. I’ll set up the living room while you finish cooking,” he took off in a dash, returning every once in a while to grab more snacks. Once he had finished you had already plated the food. “I’ll help with those, you can bring the drinks!”

“You’re on a roll mister. I’ll be just a moment, did you want the twelve pack or the two liter?” Thanks to the kid coming around so often for dinner you had gained the habit of stocking up on his favorite drinks. Kyle teased you for that, saying your mother hen instincts were already kicking in due to your unofficial son.

“Uh… the twelve pack, that way we don’t need to get up later.”

You returned to the living room with the acquired drinks and a few bottles of water. The movie was starting to play as you sat down on the floor, back against the couch as the large coffee table held all of the snacks and your food in front of you.

The night went on, you were able to watch two more movies before Billy had passed out on you. You checked the time on your phone, you had a good seven hours before you needed to leave. You sent Kyle a quick message updating him on your plans. He’ll see the message once he’s back on earth. 

You got up carefully with a sigh, making sure not to disturb the sleeping boy while you cleaned up the mess. Not wanting Kyle to deal with a mess when he gets back home, you carefully loaded the dishwasher and turned it on and wiped down the counters.

Once you felt like it was good enough you carefully picked Billy up and brought him the guest bedroom that was practically his, and tucked him in.

Kyle called you a bit later while you were already in bed so close to falling asleep.

“Hi babe,” you answered groggily. “Are you back already so soon?” he could hear your yawn at the end, his clenched at your tired voice.

“Hello my love, sorry to disturb your sleep but it’s great to hear your sleepy voice. I’m almost done, I was able to come within range because I missed your voice,” you could hear Hal saying something in the back but the tiredness stopped your ability to focus on it. “I’m not telling her that man. Anyways babe, I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

You nodded your head, remembering he couldn’t see you, “That’s good to hear, but did you get my message?”

There was shuffling on the other side before he responded, “Oh, damn. No, I just saw it. You’re going on a business trip, do you know how long you’ll be?”

“Not sure, I’m getting briefed tomorrow morning. But I’ll call you to let you know,” you stifled a yawn. Sleep was beckoning you again, making it harder to stay awake.

“Okay, well I’ll let you go so you can rest. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then. Good night, I love you”

You could feel the smile on your face, “I love you too, good night babe.”

Once he hung up you connected your phone back onto the charger before letting sleep consume you.

Taglist: @ihavenoideawhatiamdoinghelp

#kyleraynermybeloved #kyle rayner #kyle rayner fics #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x batsis!reader #One Of A Kind series #kyleraynermybeloved one of a kind #kyle rayner fluff

[ajaxxx-x]

“Kyle Rayner is so soft. He would never hurt anybody”

Shut up. Yes he would. He’s so angry and he represses that anger by putting on a friendly smile and by keeping it all inside untile it’s too much and in the end he just explodes.

These panels are very dear to me because what they show is Kyle having one the hardest time in his life. He has met his father after years of researching for him, with him he also found out a new aspect of himself and his origins that he doesn’t have the time to explore, but before that he asked his girlfriend to marry him, taking the big step that he could never do either with Alex or Donna and she turned him down, he becomes some sort of willpower god and try to fix everything he thinks is wrong in the universe, which also includes giving Jen her powers back and repairing john’s spine making him walk again and also tracking down his father. Eventually he decides to use his powers to rebuilt OA and the guardians therefore giving them up. Eventually Terry gets beaten up almost to death by some homophobes and Kyle, who’s no longer ion, realises he can’t do nothing to help his friend, he helped everyone in the whole universe who needed it and if only he had kept his powers a little longer he could’ve healed Terry too.

He feels helpless so he does the only thing green lantern can do at that moment, catch the bad guys.

#I’m so tired it’s 1:40 in the morning and I have to wake up at 7 am tomorrow #anyway this is a post to all those people that look at Kyle thinking he’s the purest of all the gls just because he follows his heart #or bc he’s the ‘sensitive artist’ kind of guy #also they shoulder him explore his identity more I’ve read a really good fic about him and Jen meeting other parts of his family and I feel #they should seriously let him do that in comic too #If tomorrow I wake up and reading this I realise I made some mistake out of tiredness ill probably delete this #kyle rayner

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

I just finished watching Marry My Dead Body on Netflix and while watching I kept thinking this movie could really be reworked into Jason (the dead boy), Kyle (the one learning to be a better officer), and Bruce (as the dad). I don’t think anyone can fit the female protagonist (that I know of), but her and Jason share a fragment of their backstory, and I think that’s neat.

#I wouldn’t adapt that into a fic though it has cultural elements that aren’t mine so… #but when I started the movie it just hit me from the start #then confused me because Jason can totally fill in the female lead too #but then the scene with the dad happened and that was Jason coded too #sorry I don’t usually watch movies but this one caught my eye so I’m excited lol #jason todd #red hood #kyle rayner #green lantern #bruce wayne #batman #dc #jaykyle

[beesbiteandwillowrites]

"Solace"

This might be it. His forever. He found the thought not nearly as terrifying as he thought he would.

Rating: Teen

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Jason Todd, Kyle Rayner, Dick Grayson

Relationships: Kyle Rayner/Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Green Lantern Kyle Rayner, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, he used to be but he retired, Trauma, Nightmares, trauma and vigilantism are a package deal, Bad Sibling Dick Grayson, Bad Parent Bruce Wayne, he's not even in the fic but he's shitty anyway, Dead Joker (DCU), a dash of murder, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Marriage Proposal

#willow writes fic #jaykyle #jason todd #kyle rayner #green lantern #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #dc #red hood and the outlaws

[bluejaysandblackbats]

NEW IDEAS: ONESHOT EDITIONS

I had 74 ideas for fics and narrowed them down to 11 oneshots

Split Seconds: Wally runs into Barbara at a restaurant and it slowly turns into a date

Coach Alan: Alan volunteers to coach his children’s track and field while Jay is out sick

Slurp-Noodle Soup: Guy wakes up to Kyle tending to him. He tries to figure out how Kyle got there

It’s No Vegas: Hal takes Roy to a theme park for his birthday

Where There’s Smoke: Jay and Joan have their first date when a fire starts next door

Bats in the Bloodwork: Grant Wilson and Jason Todd fight over the last hospital bed in the infirmary

When All Is Lost: Bart breaks his silence at Barry’s funeral

The Infernal Clicking: Cassie wakes Tim out of his sleep to ask for help with her final paper, waking him out of his sleep

Come Through My Window: Cissie gets caught breaking into Ollie’s house by Mia

When All Is Said And Done: Roy asks for Jade’s help when Lian wakes up sick

Bar None: Bart meets with old friends during an on-campus speed-dating, but they have no memory of him

#fic #my polls #wally west #barbara gordon #wallybabs #alan scott #jennifer-lynn hayden #todd rice #guy gardner #kyle rayner #hal jordan #roy harper #jay garrick #joan garrick #joan williams dc #grant wilson #jason todd #bart allen #barry allen #jenni ognats #linda park #iris west #jai park west #irey park west #max crandall #ace west #cissie king jones #oliver queen #mia dearden #jade nguyen

[yellowocaballero]

what stuff can't you forgive batman beyond for? :o

Ugh OK. Disclaimer that none of these things make Batman Beyond bad. None of this is bad writing. I just don't like it. It's fine, actually, I just hate it.

I know Batman Beyond had to justify its existence somehow and answer the question "why is the ONLY PERSON who could become Batman a random teenager off the street?". There had to be some sort of reason why Bruce was completely isolated from Dick, Tim, and Barbara, and why Dick or Tim wasn't Batman.

The ways in which it got rid of them though!! Dick's like 60 and he hates Bruce and never speaks to him! Barbara's a cop, which she would never do, who had a thing with Bruce. Superman's infected by Starro so all of his friends at the League are out. And freaking Return of the Joker, oh my god. Putting aside the fucking sadness of Tim also never speaking to his dad and living an entire life pretending Batman and Robin never happened. COME ON. I really didn't like the "Terry is Bruce's secret kid" thing either, but that's less of a moral and more of a personal stance.

Sometimes a work is the most influential work in your writing completely against your will and without your permission. Return of the Joker traumatized me as a kid, and for some reason although I hate it SO FUCKING MUCH, it's permeated a lot of what I write with Tim. His death in the Reverse Robins thing was directly what happened in ROTJ, except he killed himself instead of the Joker. And I never even get into much detail on Tim's death there because it makes me sad.

Batman Beyond, you did not stop to consider those of you who were watching every DCAU cartoon sequentially, and who had come fresh off watching the most adorable small child run around doing Robin things in the final season of BTAS. You did not stop to wonder if he was a baby only a week before in my own mind. And now this.

DCAU!Batman had always been a lighthearted, kind person who had a robust support network. He had shipteasing. With Wonder Woman. It was really sad to see every good thing in his life stripped away and turn him withered, bitter, and old. Showing Batman in that light isn't bad in and of itself, but I was attached to this guy :c. Why hadn't they just set up another continuity where these characters didn't exist so they didn't have to worry about depressingly shoving them aside?

Oh, and. Just kidding. I can forgive them for all of this. I hate it, but it's fine. What I actually cannot forgive them for is for fucking Bruce and Barbara having an affair. Oh my god. Oh my god. Bad. So bad.

#in literally every way besides these ways batman beyond fucked hard #my asks #when I was like 16 I wrote some post-ROTJ Tim recovery fic through the judicious application of Steph #it wasn't bad tbh. I'd write a post-ROTJ recovery fic again #without any cocaine even. #terry handshake kyle rayner #so confusingly drawn as East Asian that I just deadass think they're Asian for way too long #I have no idea how or in what context I'd write Terry but I'd be down #it would really have to be in a “AU where Batfam died in an explosion 30 years ago” #(WHICH IS LESS DEPRESSING THAN WHAT HAPPENED) #or “AU where Batfam never happened” #if I were to go more comedic then it would just be because Bruce thought Robin would be an awful fucking idea #so he just has normal-ass children who do normal-ass things #and now dads end life crisis is letting a teenager be a superhero. you HYPOCRITE dad you said that was irresponsible. #the indignity of bruce having to be a regular old man. with grandchildren even.