#to batman he's a merry headache

[reineydraws]

✨️🎄 merry crisis 🎄✨️

wishing the very best to everyone and i hope yallre enjoying some rest time and staying warm inside! cheers!!! 🎉🎉🎉

(captionless version of santa hood underneath)

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[batsimph]

A few things about the blog:

Hello, I'm BatsimpH on Twitter and MsOdds on AO3. I made this blog to archive my fics and (some of) my arts, and of course make new friends if I can. Here are some infos about the blog and me:

I simp Bruce Wayne (evidently), and mainly ship Superbat with side AllBat (Bottom Bruce) so if it's not your cup of tea, please move on and save yourself the headache

I archive my arts and writings on this blog. I will only post my SFW art here, but I will link all of my Batman-related AO3 fics, some of which have TW contents, I will put warnings in front of each of said fics

Other than that, let's keep things amicable and harmonious.

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Fics archive

Here is a list of all of my Batman related fics on AO3, with statuses (ongoing, complete, on hiatus...) , ratings, summaries and warnings. This will be updated in real time.

I. One-shots

1. Smothering Love: On how Batman's hugs are deadlier than his glares

When Bruce was still with the League of Shadows, he had the habit of breastfeeding Damian whenever he started crying. It was the only experience the Omega had with consolidating children. Coupled with the trauma of losing him, it stuck. In the end, four Robins (plus one lucky Kryptonian) suffered. (Bruce gives the worst hugs ever. Robins are embarrassed. Clark wants to be smothered by his best friend's chest, he just doesn't know it yet.)

Rating: Mature (no explicit sexual content)

Ship: Superbat, side-KonTim

Note: ABO, past-Mpreg, good parent Bruce Wayne, BOOBAS

This was my first ever Superbat fic and to this day it's still my most read one, despite being ABO, it's lighthearted w some angst and humor and crack

2. Merry it is, while summer lasts.

Bruce joins the Justice Lords when the first of the dog roses blooms. He leaves when the last has wilted and rose hips grow in clusters on spiky tree branches. His loyalty to Kal lasts a season, but his love for Clark survives a lifetime.

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Justice Lord Superbat

TW: Non-con, Coerced Sex

Notes: Medieval fantasy AU, Justice Lord, Dark Clark, Whump Bruce, secret marriage

This is a rather dark and Angsty fic, inspired by a middle-English song called "Miri it is, while Sumer ilas" and dog roses (Rosa canina). I consider it my best one yet.

3. Heated Combat.

"... So why not do it? Why not let his fists do the job? He’d rather be known as a prude than an insatiable bitch..." Every heat, Batman haunts the streets of Gotham and redirects his frustration onto anyone foolish enough to commit crime in his presence. For Alfred’s sanity, the safety of himself and the criminals, he needs to find a different outlet. Enter Superman. (Atypical Omegaverse where heats and ruts only make people extremely horny, or in Bruce’s case, horny and pissed off.)

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Superbat

Note: ABO, Batfam, CRACK, Humor and sexy time

4. Metastatis

Metastasis (n): the development of secondary malignant growths at a distance from a primary site of cancer Clark afflicts him with a disease of the incurable kind, a love so vile that it turns into world-ending hate. And just like the heart sickness that never goes away, Clark never lets him be, either. Three Supermen take an interest in the Devastator. They want to tame him. To do so, they first have to teach him how to love Superman again.

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Superbat (Dark Clark(s) x Devastator)

Note: ANGST,  violence, body modification, mind break, Stockholm’s syndrome, suicidal thoughts

This is a requested fic, and a very dark one, read at your own risk

II. Multi chapters

The man of tomorrow who becomes the god of sorrow

“It’s not me you seek forgiveness from. It’s him… And if he were anything like me, then there is nothing to forgive… I’ve never resented Ka-Clark, either.” (“Batman, as your old comrade, I give you one last chance. Disband the rebels and pledge your loyalty to the Justice Lords and Kal. Beg him for mercy, you just might receive it.” But Bruce had remained willfully silent as Diana’s lasso biting into his neck until, until… In hindsight, what a moron Kal-El had been, waiting for the Bat to yield, knowing that Bruce’s body would give out before his mind did) After Lord Batman’s death, Lord Superman crosses many universes and finds him again.

Status: On-going, chapter 6/8

Rating: N/A (no explicit content, some violent)

Ship: Superbat + Superbat deviations (Justice Lords, Injustice...)

Notes: Lord Superman centric, Dark Clark, Multi universes (Justice Lord, Injustice, Flashpoint, Dark Knight trilogy...), Redemption, WHUMP and ANGST

This was my first attempt at writing Justice Lord and fix-it redemption and my second fic overall.

2. Accidental Cohabitation

Clark’s week has been terrible. First Batman rejects him, then Brucie Wayne invites himself into his life. Salvaging his relationship with a moody colleague and babysitting a runaway Omega billionaire? This might be a job even Superman can’t do.

Status: On-going, chapter 4/?

Rating: Mature (Some sexual contents and languages)

Ship: Superbat, past-others/Bruce

Notes: ABO, Brucie baby, Batfam shenanigan, humor, crack and some angst

This is just pure crack with drama and action elements

3. Kings take Queens

Pheromones draw mates to one another and they don’t lie. It’s all nature, but nature doesn't account for parallel universes. Lord Batman finds it increasingly difficult to reject propositions from his Alpha’s double. Batman, an unmated and untamed Omega, has his iron will tested by Lord Superman. Kal will stop at nothing to possess a Bat who won’t betray him. Lord Superman wants to help in his own twisted way and teach the other Kryptonian a valuable lesson. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife.

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Justice Lord Superbat, Injustice Superbat, Lord Superman x Insurgency Batman, Regime Superman x Lord Batman

Warning: RAPE, Non Con

Notes: ABO, Dark Clark, Whump, Angst, Justice Lord, Injustice

This is a dark fic, mostly porn and some drama, angst

4. Hit the ground running

Bruce knows that Clark wants to be his mate, but his body and mind are contaminated by Joker’s blood and he’s afraid of tainting Clark with it too. One year after Batman’s death, Bruce, accompanied by his best friend and confidant, returns to Gotham. The short visit propels their relationship along its natural course in a way neither of them could prepare for. When Bruce runs away, he unknowingly triggers a ritual as old as time, where Alphas hunt Omegas down and claim them.

Status: Complete, chapter 3/3

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Superbat, one-sided and past others/Bruce

Warning: Contains spoilers for Arkham games (Arkham Asylum, Arkham City, Arkham Knight, Arkham Origin)

Notes: ABO, Arkhamverse, mating hunt, Angst

Praise Arkham! Batman's thighs. You can still read this without previously playing the games.

5. Dynasty of Frauds

“You can become my mate, or I can put you under Brainiac’s brain control device again. What is it going to be, Bruce?” Kandor’s restoration brings about conspiracies that Kal has neither patience nor finesse for. He needs an ally, and Bruce, despite his many past betrayals, happens to be perfect for the job.

Status: On-going, chapter 2/?

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Injustice Superbat

Notes: ABO, Injustice

This fic is an attempt at royal! AU, takes place post-Injustice 2, Superman ending (Absolute Power), it's a dark fic with hopefully happy ending and fix-it, slow burn.

#BatsimpH rambling

[loverhymeswith]

I Feel You in These Walls | Rick Flag x vigilante!Reader (NFGN)

A/N: As part of No Fucks Given November, I will be posting my unfinished WIPs throughout the month. Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer and @sociiallydiisoriiented for beta reading this. It's been lurking in my drafts for months and it's time to let go.

Summary: A figure from your past reappears.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.8k

The corridors of your New York apartment block smell different tonight. It’s a subtle shift. Anyone without your particular set of skills would never notice the faint scent of gunpowder or the sharp tang of blood in the air, but it’s enough to put you on edge. The weight of your gun tucked inside the waistband of your pants is not quite the comforting presence it should be.

You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, some more deadly than the rest, so it’s difficult to believe that this is just a coincidence. And if the last few months are anything to go by, the shuffling footsteps and heavy breathing two floors above – right outside your own front door – can only belong to someone looking to cause you a headache.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you mentally cross off the list of potential pains in your ass: Batman seems an unlikely candidate since you left Gotham and promised never to return. The same goes for the Joker and everyone else like him in that cesspit of a city. Good riddance. There’s a handful of small-time villains still harbouring a grudge after you lied, cheated, and stole from them, but you doubt they’d have the guts to track you down like this. Which leaves one woman, with both the means and the motive.

Amanda Waller.

You’d thought you’d seen the last of her six years ago, but by all accounts she’s like a stain; stubborn and near impossible to get rid of. You’re well acquainted with her brand of persistence. She’d been trying to recruit you into her suicide squad ever since that particular brainchild first took seed in her dark and deceitful mind, but you’ve always been far too smart to end up in Belle Reve.

Too smart for prison maybe, but too stupid to turn down cold hard cash. $100,000 of it, to be exact. You can still picture the glimmer of barely concealed triumph in Waller’s soulless eyes as you’d shaken her hand over the table and accepted the packet of crisp green notes. She may as well have just snapped you in cuffs and hauled you down to the swamp herself.

That first mission had been unexpected, to say the least. Waller had contracted you out as personal protection for her commanding officer, Colonel Rick Flag. It had been laughable at first, that a military man as distinguished as Flag would need you of all people to have his back, especially when he had a team of super villains supposedly under his control. Within five minutes of meeting the team, however, Waller’s motives became clear. Despite - or maybe because of - the nanobombs implanted in their necks, the squad wanted Flag dead. Hell, five minutes in his company and you wanted him dead. But as always, the money was more important.

Whilst not going entirely to plan, the mission wasn’t a total failure. Flag was still in one piece, and with the team no longer thirsting for his blood, you were free to go about your merry way, to start a new life for yourself, sizable paycheck in hand. Of course, nothing ever works out quite the way you intended. You'd ended up with another five missions and another five envelopes of cash under your belt before managing to free yourself from Waller’s clutches.

Now, she wants you back.

You wouldn’t put it past Waller to find an excuse just to throw your ass in Belle Reve this time. To stick one of those nano-bombs in your neck and be done with it. You can picture with crystal clarity the cruel smirk that would cross her face knowing she had you forever at her beck and call. Which is why you need to be careful.

Compared to the likes of Harley Quinn, you’re a relative nobody within the criminal underworld, but judging by the attempts and offers that have been thrown your way recently, Waller is even more desperate than before. Desperate and dangerous.

It’s been this way ever since Corto Maltese: a mission gone spectacularly wrong; hundreds killed; mutiny within the ranks. With what remains of the Suicide Squad now disbanded, Waller needs a new team and with slim pickings at her disposal, her crosshairs are seemingly set on you.

A "gun-for-hire", she'd called you on her last phone call. “Why fight your true nature, Lynx? Just take the fucking cash.”

But the money means nothing to you now. Not anymore. Some things are more important. When you'd informed her as much, she'd simply scoffed. "Everyone has a price."

Not everyone, you think.

She told you he was a traitor – a criminal, just like the rest of his squad. That if his broken body hadn’t been buried under the rubble of the fallen secret military base in South America, he would have spent the rest of his life in a maximum security prison. As if that was supposed to make you feel any better.

You know – knew – Rick Flag well enough to be confident that these things weren’t true. And even if they were, he must have had a reason. Rick wasn’t the type to be reckless and rash. He never did anything without a reason.

Except falling in love with you.

Reaching the stairwell of your floor in record time, you try to ignore the pang in your chest that occurs whenever you think about Rick. It has always been a dangerous rabbit hole to fall down.

When you'd first heard the news, you had drunk yourself into a stupor for nights on end, replaying his last words to you over and again. “Coward”… “liar”… “why can't you just give me a chance?”

Back when he'd declared his feelings for you, your immediate response had been to laugh right in his stupidly handsome face. The great and honourable Colonel Flag head over heels in love with you – a small-time thief and some-time vigilante? What a joke.

Only, you’d quickly realised he wasn’t kidding. Not in the slightest. In the few years you'd known the soldier, you'd never seen him so serious about anything – so hurt by your callous reaction. As usual, you'd been inconsiderate and brash. You'd told him to get a grip. That evidently, sleeping with him had been a mistake if he was going to go and catch feelings like some silly schoolgirl.

You can still see the pain in his eyes that came from your swift and casual rejection.

That was two years ago. Plenty of time for you to ponder your reaction. To wonder if you might have been wrong – hasty, even – to break his heart. Because even from day one there had undoubtedly been something about Rick Flag that had gotten under your skin. Something that had made you look twice. Whatever it was, it had certainly been enough to drive you into his arms and his bed.

But that's all by the by now. He's gone. Dead.

It still doesn't make sense. Rick was supposed to be invincible. The best of the best. Other members of Task Force X were replaceable, but not Rick. He had always been Waller’s golden boy. What the hell had gone so wrong?

Reminding yourself that now is not the time to be distracted by thoughts of what could have been, you pause. Waller is unlikely to show her face in person; she’ll have sent one of her lackies instead. You slide the gun from your belt and proceed along the corridor with caution. The scent of blood and gunmetal is stronger here. A single heartbeat rapidly pounding, breathing shallow and laboured. All signs point towards fear. Good. They should be afraid of you.

Over the last twenty-something years you’ve fine tuned your super-human senses, allowing yourself to become whatever you need to be in order to survive: a thief in the night, a ghost, an apex predator.

Silently rounding the corner, your eyes land on a dark hooded figure leaning next to your front door, their back turned towards you. Not exactly what you had been expecting, but you know better than to underestimate Waller. And so, not bothering to announce your presence you creep closer, your weapon carefully trained on the back of the stranger's head as you open your mouth.

"You can tell her my answer hasn't changed since last week."

At the sound of your voice, the figure pushes off the wall and turns around. Your grip on the gun doesn't waver, not until a tanned and scar-flecked hand pulls back the hood and all of the air leaves your lungs in a single woosh.

“Hello, darlin’.”

"F-Flag?”

Despite the shock and confusion – the awe and relief – at seeing him alive, you're quick to pick yourself up and dust yourself off. To wipe the surprise from your face and straighten your stance. It's second nature – a defence mechanism. Show no weakness. No matter how much you might want to fall to your knees and weep.

“What are you doing here?" you demand, voice devoid of emotion.

“Just passin’ through." He flashes you a faint yet disarming smile. "Figured I’d stop by.”

You fold your arms and stare him down. Now that you’ve got a better look at him, it’s a struggle not to let your concern show. Dark rings circle his eyes, his lips are dry and chapped. He's favouring his left side, and it looks as if he’s been wearing the same clothes for weeks. “I thought you were dead.”

A shadow crosses his face. “There’s a lot of that goin’ round.”

"It's been months. You could have called."

The muscle in his jaw ticks. "Would you have answered?"

It's a fair point. The last time he tried to get in touch, you'd dodged his calls. The memory now makes you sick to your stomach, but he doesn't need to know that. “What do you want, Rick?” There's no point beating around the bush. Something tells you he wouldn't be here if it wasn't important.

"It's good to see you too, Lynx." He all but rolls his eyes. “Think we could go inside?”

“Depends why you’re here.” Your arms are still folded and you level him with an unamused glare. “Did Waller send you?"

"Waller?" He pulls a disgusted face. "Fuck no. If she knew I made it outta that hellhole alive I wouldn't be standin' here." His attention flickers back to the door of the apartment. “I need your help.”

Isn’t that always the case?

Sighing dramatically – a calculated attempt to further disguise your relief that Rick is actually here in front of you, alive and in one piece – you dig the keys out of your jeans pocket and shoulder your way past him to reach the door. “This better be good.”

Inside the apartment, you flick on the lights and dump your grocery bag on the kitchen table. When you gesture to a chair, Rick collapses into it. His heartbeat is strained and you can still smell the coppery tang of blood in the air.

“Go on then.” You lean against the counter and appraise him expectantly, ignoring the twinge of concern for his physical well-being. “I’m listening.”

He runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, eyes fixed anywhere but you. “I need a place to stay. Some place Waller won’t find me.”

“Dammit, Rick,” you slam your hand on the table. “You know I thought you were Waller.” If he's trying to hide from Waller, the last place he should find himself is anywhere near you.

“What?” He frowns, confusion etched across his brow. “Why would you think that? What would she want with you?”

You withdraw your hand and retreat back to the counter. “People are disappearing again. Whatever went down on that island, she’s recruiting. And I'm on the top of her wishlist."

“Fuck.” Rick drops his head into his hands, giving you the opportunity to study his slumped figure. He seems smaller, somehow. A ghost of the man he used to be, yet his size is still so at odds with your tiny apartment. When he looks up again, you can see the conflict in his expression. "You really think she wants you?"

Despite the situation, you can’t prevent the crooked smile that creeps across your lips. “Everyone wants me.”

Rick’s own smile doesn't quite meet his eyes. He’s worried, you realise. Not to mention that he's probably remembering how spectacularly you turned his advances down.

Swiftly wiping the smirk from your face, you join Rick at the table, slipping into one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs. “Look, Waller’s money bought this apartment so you can’t stay here." You regret the words even as they leave your mouth. Mostly because for once it's actually the truth. "Besides, she knows you and I have history. If she gets wind you're still alive, this will be one of the first places she looks.”

“C’mon, Lynx." He places both hands flat on the table, large palms facing up like he’s showing you he’s all out of options. "We both know you have at least two safe houses somewhere in this city.”

You arch your brow. “You’ve been keeping tabs?”

“No. But you always keep your options open.” There’s a twinkle of something in his eye. “I know you.”

Which begs a question. "Then why come to me? It’s been two years." You force yourself to meet his gaze. "We didn't exactly end things on a good note."

Rick’s eyes crinkle, as if what you're referring to might be nothing more than a fond and distant memory, not the moment of pain and humiliation that you're sure it must have been. "Yeah, you made your feelin's pretty damn clear. But that's why I know you are the only one I can trust. You were the only one who truly had my back, even if you were breakin' my heart at the same time.”

He says it with such conviction. You open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off by withdrawing something from his jacket pocket. A computer drive, scratched and flecked with dried blood.

Frowning down at the drive, your suspicious mind goes into overdrive. "What is this?"

Rick’s fingers tighten around the scrap of metal, and when he speaks again his expression is strained. "This… is the reason I should be dead."

Your eyes widen as your attention flicks between Rick and the drive. “You’ve got to be kidding me? And you brought this thing here?” Reaching across the table, you pluck it from his grasp. “Don’t suppose you’re gonna tell me what’s on it?”

He snatches the drive back. “Trust me, it’s better you don’t know.”

Something about his tone chills you to the core, but you press forward regardless. “How am I supposed to help you if I don’t know the full story?”

“All you need to know is that Waller was willin’ to have me killed to prevent the contents of this gettin’ out. Dubois told her I was dead and the drive was destroyed. If she finds out either of those things is a lie… I can't risk tellin' you much more. I don't wanna put you in any more danger.”

“Don’t worry about me, Rick. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, Lynx. But this… this is different.”

You don’t like this. Not one bit. Telling Rick as much earns you a resigned nod. “I understand if you don’t wanna help. I shouldn’t have come here, droppin’ all this on you.”

When you fail to respond, he rises from the seat on unsteady feet. From the clench of his jaw and the sweat beading across his brow, you can sense he's in pain. Your resolve weakens.

"Sit down, Rick."

To your surprise he doesn't argue, flashing you a look of confusion as he sinks back into the chair.

"You're hurt." Even if not for his pale and drawn expression, the sound of laboured breathing and the coppery tang of blood keeps you painfully aware that the colonel is in less than tip top shape. You can’t in all good consciousness kick him out. Rising from your own seat, you approach. "Let me see."

His eyes flicker down to his chest, but he shakes his head. "It's nothin'."

"You're a shitty liar." You raise your brow. "Remember who you're talking to?"

Reluctantly, Rick slowly but surely peels up the fabric of his hooded sweatshirt, until the slick and tanned muscles of his abdomen are on display. Your attention immediately lands on an angry-looking wound in the centre of his chest. You've seen your fair share of injuries to know that this one should have been fatal. For the second time this evening, you find yourself breathless.

"That doesn't look like nothing."

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[bubblyani]

Mistletoe Scheme

(Bruce Wayne x Reader)

A Bruce Wayne/ Batman Christmas One Shot

Summary: Trapped in a Basement on Christmas Eve, an unexpected yet impactful conversation starts between Batman, and the civilian he was trying to rescue: You. 

Word Count: 4.2k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of Blood.

Author’s Note: This idea came to me in an instant and never left my mind. Plus, this was a great chance to write more stuff for Bruce Wayne/Batman.I’m a sucker for dialogue. My last Bale Character fic for 2020. Started with Bruce, ending with Bruce heh. Can’t wait to treat you guys more next year. Enjoy y’all! And Merry Christmas!

Desperation. He held her tight with sheer desperation, for releasing was an option deemed non-viable. In fact, he did not wish to. He did not hope to. Not for anything.

If the end of days had dawned, he simply xwould not perceive. If danger lightly tapped him on the shoulder, he simply would disregard. Even if his head dared to crack open, he would simply let it do so. His hold on her was ironclad, and it was final.

Yet his hands, they were nowhere close to the famished, passionate nature as his lips. Those lips, that were willfully enslaved to hers, forming a strong bond that nature never dared to birth before. Sheer Desire certainly displayed its true colors tonight, and two souls were evidently responsible. Thus, he held her, in every manner possible. All in the desperate need to know her, to feel her. To make up for lost time.

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(An hour Earlier)

The snow fall outdoors seemed barely visible when the fluorescent light flickered with speed indoors. Even the infusion of Sleigh Bells and the joyous Seasonal Music blasting out of speakers all around the city, seemed barely audible. Certainly they all would be, when one was caught in the midst of nowhere.

The beeping of the timer was continuous, until it finally halted, resulting in a deafening blast.

BANG!

The door being the pitiful victim, broke open in an instant. However, instead of falling back down, the steel door remained at a 90 degree angle, revealing a thick layer of concrete standing right behind it. The Impact Mine was simply useless, leaving Batman full of regrets.

Upon the faith of his instincts, he pasted another explosive device on the broken door. And off went the continuous beeps. BANG! One more blast. Yet, all that awaited him was pure disappointment, when the door remained unmoved.

Running out of resources in his Utility Belt, it was evident he was forced to throw in the towel. He had to look upon the truthful face of bitter reality; Trapped in an underground Basement on the outskirts of Gotham city. With no way out. Not yet, at least. With a heavy sigh, frustration had caught up with the Dark Knight, and with a strange headache making its sudden appearance, he brimmed with the urge to curse out loud.

“DAMN IT!!”

Which she managed to do on his behalf.

Turning around slow, Batman watched the woman pace from one corner of the room to the other, her heels clicking out loud. And right then, he was reminded. How he was truly not trapped here alone.

“The signal’s no good…” she said, with the phone held against her ear, “...can’t get a hold of anyone...”

Batman nodded, “Wait here…” he replied in a hoarse tone, before making his away to the other corner of the basement. With the light brush of his fingers against ears of his cowl, a dial tone echoed within his mask. A call was made. The dial tone stopped as the caller finally answered.

“Alfred?” Batman began.

“Master Wayne-” The voice of Alfred Pennyworth reached his inner headset, “ I-trouble-hearing-”

Loud static noise attacked the line with confidence. And Batman began to grow restless. The headache grew even stronger.

“Alfred!” Batman growled, “Can you track my coordinates? Alfred?”

“-Sorr-Please wai-”

With one final static to spare, Alfred’s voice disappeared, leaving nothing but a pin drop silence in the room. The flickering of the lights paused, growing slightly dim in the process. Unwilling to display his own failure, the caped crusader inhaled deep.

“I’m afraid…we’re stuck indefinitely. But don’t worry…” He grunted, his eyes lingering on the empty wall, “We’re gonna make it out here alive”

However, the woman did not respond. Eyebrows furrowing underneath his cowl seemed inevitable for Batman. Would he possibly face eventual panic from her? A meltdown perhaps? He dreaded turning back.

Instead, he heard a soft chuckle.

“Well, bet you never had to go through this before, huh?”

He spun around upon her light hearted reply, and her seemingly friendly demeanor. His eyebrows furrowed once more.

She certainly was unexpected.

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Never in this life did her lips taste passion at such degree. However, then again, never in this life did her lips meet his own until then. Was pure frustration to blame? Was it the fuel that strengthened this flame? Or could this encounter be worthy of the term “Fateful”? “Destined” ?

She indulged it, the manner in which his lips enveloped in with hers. She was simply the hand, finally uniting with him, who simply was the glove with the perfect fit.

With her fingers lingering in his hair with the utmost care, her other hand clung onto his strong neck. She pulled him close, until any distance between them proved non existent. For the first time, she was certain of what she longed for. More importantly, who she longed for.

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(Half and hour earlier)

Any man, woman or child that managed to encounter Batman, let alone catch the mere sight of the man, would certainly be aware of a few special traits: His swiftness, paired up with his sense of utmost mystery. The traits that shield him when his arrival was far from expected, and his exit practically invisible. Camouflaged into the darkness of the night.

However, the mere concept of getting trapped in a confined space with him, was simply mind boggling. Even for you. Therefore, your query did not appear to be a ludicrous one. Was it not?

“Well, bet you never had to go through this before, huh?”

“You’d be surprised”

Batman responded, which threw you off guard.

“Oh! really?” You blurted, cheeks flushing, “I-I-”

“But yes…” he said, “…not like this…” He added, scanning the premises for possible clues. A sigh of relief left your lips. Rubbing your forearm, you felt yourself sinking down to the dusty floor. You could not help but trace a hint of awkwardness in the air. At least in your part. You may know of Batman, but you certainly did not have the privilege of knowing him. Thus, there you both were: Two strangers trapped together.

“Guess...” you began soft, “...there’s nothing to do but-WAIT!!!”

Your cry managed to send tremors through the room. Enough for the caped crusader to spin around and freeze.

“Batman…” you breathed, wide eyed, “Are-Are you bleeding?” Perplex was evident when Batman’s lips pursed. But the moment a thin line of red trickled down through his cowl towards his lips, he finally believed your query. And it frightened you.

“I …uh..” He struggled, rubbing it off with his gloved hand. “Did you...get injured?” You inquired with concern. “No…” Taking his hand away, he dismissed quick, “...it’s nothing” “What?” Your eyes widened, ”That’s even crazier!” You exclaimed, stumbling as you rose up with your heels, “ We gotta get that checked”   “No, its fine…” “No, its not…” Your instant yet commanding response was surprising, even for yourself, “Your head might be injured, so we need to-” You paused, “ Oh!”   A few seconds passed, while bitter realization coursed through your veins,  “…but that...that would mean-” Batman nodded, “…taking the cowl off, yes” “Crap…”

You muttered with a sigh.With your hands resting on your waist, you were nothing but remorseful. What you requested from the Dark Knight seemed far worse than the most dire physical challenge. Simply worse than leaping into a pit of fire, or diving into the oceans deep. Compromising his identity, it was a Cardinal Rule that must not be broken.

However, your concern seemed to have overpowered it all. Obstinate, you were not intending to bow down so easy. But why? Could it be perhaps, in your eyes he was the Guardian that Gotham needed? Could it be perhaps, he was a man you always had admired? And could it possibly be that you did not hope for him to die unexpected, all in the sole attempt of rescuing you?

“Okay, how about this?”

You began,  “How about you turn around, and take your cowl off-Just hear me out!” You pleaded when he attempted to interject, “If...the wound is in the BACK of your head, let ME clean it up. If not…YOU do it. Seems fair, right?”

Batman stared at you with a blank expression. You assumed his silence for the worst. “No wound or cut should be left untreated. Not even yours” the insistence in your tone was shocking. What had changed you, it simply was difficult to comprehend.

Batman remained quiet. You suddenly were regretful. Certainly you were blinded with obstinacy, and did not know your place.

“Fine…”   A grunt left Batman’s lips, leaving you wide eyed and relieved. His cape swished with grace as he turned away from you to sit, “You a doctor?”

“Oh no!” You let out a nervous chuckle, “…my friend is…” you added, kneeling behind, watching him remove his mask,  “I’m actually in Publishing… I’m a Literary Publicist. But…that does NOT mean I can’t be a Good Samaritan right- Ah! See?” You cried out, “It IS in the back of your-Oh my!”

Silence shushed you with judgement. And you did not care, especially when blood bubbled out slow from what appeared to be a cut already stitched in the back of his head, full of luscious, brunette locks.

A firm punch landed in your heart. For you could not help but wonder: How far must his body go, in order to save this godforsaken city?

“Everything alright?”

His query woke you from your thoughts. Without the mask on, slight clarity was present in his voice, yet the gruff remained. As he was on a futile attempt to mask his sound. You cleared your throat: “Yeah…Anyways, Let me…”  you muttered, pulling the silk scarf that left your neck in a smooth motion. Though your neck immediately shivered upon meeting the chilly air, it did not seem as important as this. Folding it to the thickest layer, you placed the scarf over the wound with care.

The howling wind outside reached your ears with clarity as the silence seeped in the Basement once more. A Christmas Carol involuntarily landed on your lips as you began to hum it. “Angels We Have Heard on High”, to be quite specific. Why that exactly? You simply did not know. And given the silence shown by the other party, it seemed Batman did not mind your humming.

The longer you stared, the stronger your fascination grew for his hair. For there it was, Batman’s actual hair. And you were just a mere turn away from his real identity. Was it idiotic to be starstruck by that fact? Fascination merged with curiosity when you wondered of his face. Could it be possible he was actually handsome? With those beautiful lips he bore, you were not mad to assume as such.

You shook your head all the sudden with an embarrassed smile. For ethics grabbed your superficiality by the ear with disappointment. How dare you even objectify him as such? He is a hero, not Mr. Handsome. And more importantly, why must you think so fondly of his lips?

“If you don’t mind me asking…” you began, attempting to change thoughts, “What the hell happened tonight, Batman?” You inquired, “And who…the hell…was that guy?”  

“Dino Maroni…” Batman answered, his voice raised a bit higher than before. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Maroni?” You repeated, “Like…‘Sal Maroni’ Maroni? The Mob boss?” “Dino is his distant nephew…” he explained, “…estranged, from what we’re guessing. Could be that he is trying to earn a place back in the Family” “Huh…” confusion was rife in you. “…He tried to kill Harvey Dent tonight” “HE WHAT?” “Ow!” “Sorry….” You whispered, when you realized your passionate response forced you to press on his wound hard, “….So, that’s why you were on his tail…” you understood,  “Until he met me-…” “-kidnapped you, more like…”

Batman was right. Tonight was filled with unexpected events. You knew fully well when you accidentally bumped into a man who seemed to be running across the street. The sight of the passerby’s panic, confused you at first. But when the sweating man grabbed you by the shoulder and placed a pistol on your right temple, the panic seemed justified. The image of Dino spitting out threats to end you, especially at Batman, remained clear as day. No one dared to intervene, which gave him the leverage to flee, with you as hostage. Batman certainly did not take long to find you. Except he met with the unfortunate fate of being trapped alongside you when Dino and his men sealed the door.

“I know Harvey Dent is not exactly ....Mother Teresa to Organized Crime in Gotham, but...” you paused, only to present an annoyed expression, “...on Christmas Eve? Seriously? When will those jerks give YOU A BREAK?”

A hearty laugh leaped out of Batman, surprising you. Amused, you laughed along. “Good point” He replied in mid laugh, hand reaching back to take hold of the scarf instead. The gruff in his voice had vanished, leaving his laughter to ring in your ears with pleasure. 

Your own laughter faded as you leaned against the concrete pillar behind you. It was a wonderful surprise indeed. And with that, the luxurious desire for know more about him was birthed. Given the number of times excitement sparked in you the form of mini fireworks, it was evident your fascination for him had grown. More importantly, your attraction.

“I’m guessing you had plans...” he began. You tilted your head with wide eyes. “...before they eventually got ruined by Dino?” He finished, his voice heavy on smoothness all the sudden. Looking down at yourself, you chuckled.   “Yeah…Office..Christmas...Party” you enunciated with dramatic energy, your hand smoothing the material of your grey belted robe coat. The robe coat that concealed the beautiful navy blue velvet cocktail dress you wore underneath it, along with pantyhose and heels, “Normally I never show up. But, tonight was supposed to be …” you paused, “...special”

“Hmmm?”

Chuckling again at his inquisitive hum,  your eyes remained on your coat, “It’s silly…” you said with embarrassment , “I…I rather not talk about it”

“Hmmm…”

With a hum of acknowledgement, he maintained his silence. You smiled, looking at the back of his head. You sensed consideration in him, you sensed safety in him. But simultaneously, you sensed fear, in you. Fear that this would be the end of a possibly entertaining conversation. Your heart was proof, pacing quick, tapping you on the shoulder with impatience.

“Actually-” you began in softness.

“So you DO rather talk about it…” He amused, voice now almost of a velvet quality, and simply irresistible.

“Guess you ARE good at…making people talk…” you smirked, laughter erupting from you both.

“But anyways…” you added mid-laugh, “…there’s this guy…I’ve had my eye on…” you said, looking up. Batman’s laughter vanished right then.

“I mean…” you paused, with a sigh, “…he seems nice and all…I don’t know” shrugging, you continued, “I kinda thought maybe tonight I’d…I don't know…” you shrugged once again, “…make a move?  Let him know I…like him? ” The second those words left your lips, a sourness remained.

“How long have you known him?”

“I don't know…6 months?” You answered so casually, “I’d see him in meetings, always around our colleagues, we never met in private…I don’t know…he’s fine” you stated, “ Seems like the proper guy, ya know?”

“So, what?” Batman teased, “You’re gonna meet him by the punch bowl, and tell him how you feel?”

“What do you think this is? Senior prom?” You giggled, where you heard him snigger in return, “And I believe there WILL be a Punch Fountain…A Champagne Fountain actually-Anyways” you said, before you lost your train of thought, “NO!…my plan actually had more CLASS than that, just so you know…” you added with pride, crossing your arms, “There’s this lovely balcony on that floor and…” your voice growing soft, “I’m pretty sure there’s gonna be a Mistletoe there”

“Are you su-”

“I AM sure! ” You interrupted him, laughter following suite. Joy was quite evident in your tone, “So hopefully, if everything goes right, I’d have him find me there, I don’t know…” you smirked, “…maybe accidentally trip, let him catch me and Voila!…that will be the moment…where our eyes would meet…and then our lips…leading up to the most…gentle first kiss ever…”

You finished with a sigh, your heart evidently immersed in the depths and the beauty of your own haven, your very own fairytale.

“Wow…heh” Batman’s voice shook you awake, “Your planning is really making the criminals look bad…” he remarked, with added laughter. To which you smiled.

“NOW I know you’re teasing…” you replied with a mischievous smile, “ I mean, come on! I could NEVER plan THIS…” looking around the chilly basement, your tone brimmed with sarcasm. Especially when you realized how you jested about the horrid disposition you both were facing.

“Well, you know…maybe with a little hard work…”


“Oh, don’t you dare, mister!” You guffawed, “Besides, I really wouldn’t wanna see your bad side if I did”

With the laugher dying down once again, you both took in deep breaths. It certainly felt lovely. 

“You really thought this through, huh?” Batman inquired with earnest. Shrugging, your eyes continued to familiarize with his hair :

“I guess…” you said, rubbing your shoulders all of the sudden, “Maybe if we’re lucky and we get out of here on time, I’ll still have a chance, But… I don’t know…” 
To your disappointment, silence took centerstage once again with a smug look, ready to begin its haughty performance. Until Batman cleared his throat:

“ I know I’m a guy you just met but…” He began, “…should you even go through with it?” His query, forced your eyebrows to rise in unison. Once more, that beating of your heart began to quicken.

“What makes you say that?” You inquired, to which he shrugged his own broad and strong shoulders. 
“Well, you said ‘I don't know’ 5 times already, and you barely told me anything about him”

With your mouth agape, You froze. Waves of realization crashed against the sand of your conscious. Did it take Batman, the greatest detective to deduce your hidden doubt? And did he, by any chance, rescue you from a possible regret?

“Touché” You nodded in slow motion, a few seconds later. “Wow…” You chuckled, “..I was actually gonna go through with it, with just one foot in the water, huh? Damn!” Shaking your head, you exhaled with great depth. Along with your exhalation, there exited your blindness.

“To be honest, I don’t even know if I like him. I just…” Pausing, your hands clasped together, “ I was in love with the concept OF HIM” you said, grateful of how the truth had revealed itself to you, “But at the same time…Did I just miss my only chance? To finding someone?” You inquired, heart suddenly growing heavy. Countless nights of your fervent prayer for someone to love you, flashed before your eyes, causing you to feel sheer pity, “ I mean…” your chuckle grew sad, “I’m not getting any younger…And this job ain’t easy…oh!-I’m sorry” you said, involuntary sniffing as your nose grew itchy, “I’m blabbering here…”

“No need to apologize…” A soft, and empathizing reply exited Batman, “It’s not like I can’t relate to that”  

With shining eyes, you beamed at the back of his head. It did not take long for a rush of warmth to embrace your soul. The number of times you laughed at comfort, with the help of this man for a few minutes, were simply more than what you would experience within 24 hours. 
“I hope he wasn’t as understanding as you…” You said, "Cause if he was, then I missed a great guy”

“On the contrary, I think HE was the one who missed big tonight…” Batman replied, his velvet voice never failing to comfort you. His kindness was brimming, yet you did not mind being soaked by it.

“Thank you-Oh!…has it stopped?” Your eyes widened, the moment he took the scarf away from the head. He nodded. Excitement danced within you as you crawled towards him.

“Great, now we can finally clean this up…” Enthusiasm was rife, while you stood on your knees,“Ugh! I wish we had some saline-”

“No, really it’s alright”

The stitches have finally dried out, even faster thanks to the cold. The need to pat him on the head,  or even run your fingers through his locks grew strong. However, that need retracted itself a few seconds later. You shook your head. What on earth was going on with you?

“I do have a bandaid though…” you stated with confidence, bending to your left to reach out for your purse, “…its in here somewhere-Oh Oh no..Agh!”

The unfortunate loss of balance, forced you to gravitate to your left, falling in the process with speed. You were certain your heart would fall out of your chest. But to your relief, your face nor your heart did not meet its fate with the cemented ground. Instead, you were caught by Batman himself. Right before him. Revealing his face.

His face. Your eyes widened. His face.

With a quick gasp, you closed your eyes shut with immediate fear within a split second.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” you whimpered. However, to your surprise, you heard him chuckle.

“Don’t apologize…” he assured, as his voice grew softer. Unlike his powerful demeanor, the man behind the mask seemed gentler than expected, persuading you to open your eyes with care. And once you finally did, your eyes indulged the sight before you. The face that simply stared at you.

Around your age, he was blessed with handsome features, that left you breathless. With the black paint that surrounded his eyes, it was a daunting task to trace the beautiful hazel green eyes he possessed.

“I won’t tell a soul…I swear” you found yourself whispering with sincerity. To which he nodded:

“I know…” he breathed.

The manner in which those eyes sparkled, his concern for his identity had vanished. And at last, all seemed clear to you. Bravery kept you calm, as you took one of his hands, placing it over your chest. All that, in order to confirm your suspicions. To confirm that the lightning speed of your beating heart was no hallucination. The stomach acting up with tickles, your overwhelming concern, your indiscriminate joy, amidst the danger. It was evident that Magic had stumbled into you. Finally. That very moment you had dreamed of.

Moving from your heaving chest, Batman’s hand proceeded to cup your face instead. Your breath could not help but hitch. And his touch was to blame, even with the presence of his gloves.

“That Mistletoe Scheme of yours…” He began in a low voice,“…You really upset that it got sabotaged tonight?”

“Honestly…” you paused, “…now that I think of it…it wasn’t that great. So…”

“Good”

Low but pleased, his response brimmed with the power to push you towards insanity. And it engulfed you whole, the moment he leaned forward, and kissed you.

No Christmas gift would ever succeed in providing the magic as his kiss did. If your body was akin to a Christmas tree, then his kiss was simply the electric switch, setting all bulbs alit. Those delicious lips were generous, offering you all that you longed for: Gentle. It simply was the word, with his lips pressed against yours with the softness of actual feathers, awakening every inch of stimulus in your system to life. Gentle was what he promised, as your lips and his, both embarking on their own pilgrimage, to heal one another. And to spark the magic you both had missed for simply too long in life.

Pulling away, your foreheads rested on one another, releasing one long, shaky breath. And all the sudden, his face began to grow very familiar in your eyes. However, you could not place his name. Who was he?

“Bruce Wayne…” he breathed, answering your silent query, “Nice to meet you”

With a dropped jaw, you uttered your own name in reply. This was certainly unexpected. However in all honesty, it did not matter either. Especially when his sheer humanity, and his lips won your heart over already.  

Loud, static noise reemerged from his removed mask, causing both of you to jump. The voice of an elderly man followed soon after:

“Sir! Master Wayne!” He said, “I finally received your coordinates! Are you alright? We’re on our way”

Relieved beyond all measure, you both shared sighs and huge smiles.

“Merry Christmas! Bruce” you wished.  

“Merry Christmas!”

With his shining eyes, Bruce swooped you in for a kiss once more. Infused with gusto, Impatience had replaced Calm, while Passion had replaced Gentle. Yet, you did not mind. Not at all. Especially when you shared his sentiments to the very core.

Trapped you may have been underground, smothered with the cold. And even so, no form of anger lingered in you towards Dino Maroni. Not any longer. For once in your life, you were ecstatic for a plan to have failed miserably. For this may have been Fate’s real plan after all.

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Batman and the JL: JL Christmas Party at Wayne Manor (aka 4am Fast Food pt. 2)

           Alfred pulled the turkey from the oven. He breathed in the fresh scent sighing in satisfaction. Before placing the tray on the stove, the front door rang. Taking off the oven mittens he hastened to the door.  

           “Heya Jeeves!” Wally West stood outside tightly wrapped in a large coat and holding several pies. “Am I late?” He asked allowing himself in.

           “On the contrary, you are early.”

           “Woah, that never happens.” The red head laughed looking around for the kitchen. Alfred shut the door, keeping the December air out of the house, and ushered his guest to the living room. “So, where’s Bruce?” Wally inquired handing off his coat.

           “Master Bruce is currently on patrol but will return shortly.” Alfred took the pies heading towards the kitchen. “Dinner will be served once everyone arrives.”

           “Man, I’m so hungry I could eat a buffalo.” The front door rang again. “I’ll get it!” Wally rushed back swinging the large oak open to reveal Clark, Diana, and J’onn.

           “Merry Christmas!” Clark beamed. The three of them trudged in carrying several bags and platters of food.

           “Happy holidays Wally.” Diana undid her coat placing it on the rack with the rest of theirs. She gazed passed him frowning. “Where’s Bruce?”

           “Master Bruce is currently on patrol.” Alfred suddenly appeared making Wally jump. He took the bags and the pie in Clark’s hand.

           “It’s ma’s pie!” Clark exclaimed. “And here, let me take some of that.” He followed Alfred back to the kitchen. Diana, J’onn, and Wally made their way to the lounge settling in the cushions. They sat there in silence, feeling very awkward. Diana swore she saw Wally speed around the house several times but continued twiddling her thumbs.

           “Is it not customary-” J’onn suddenly spoke up. “-for the host to be present when his guests arrive?” Wally laughed at that.

           “It is, but we’re talking about Bats here.”

           “I do wish he could take one night of rest.” Diana sighed

           “Yeah well, he better get here soon, I’m starving!” The speedster flumped down on the couch beside her with a huff. Diana smiled sympathetically towards him.

           “Perhaps we should help the process further and head to the kitchen?” J’onn suggested.

           “Hey everyone!” Clark’s voice abruptly hollered from the hall. “I hear the car coming in from the cave. He’s here so we can eat!” Wally hadn’t run that fast in a very long time.

           Bruce laid another sample on the flask peering into the microscope. Coming out of the car he hadn’t bothered to remove the cowl and immediately set to work. Bruce had been working tirelessly for the past three weeks to get this sample and a new burst of determination bubbled up inside. Setting a new flask in, footsteps could be heard coming near.

           “What is it Alfred?” Bruce deadpanned, still gazing into the microscope.

           “Sir, your guests have arrived and are patiently awaiting your presence.” There was a hint of condescendence which made Bruce look up. What did he forget now?

           “Guests? I don’t recall inviting anyone…”

           “Your Christmas Eve party sir, with the founding members of the Justice League.” Alfred informed with a cock of his head. Bruce inwardly groaned.

           “I don’t have time right now.”

           “Sir, I insist that you head upstairs and be courteous to your guests.”

           “Alfred, I’m busy.” Bruce exhaled. “Can’t Dick entertain them?” Alfred erected himself raising an eyebrow at that.

           “Master Richard is out with miss Gordon as he will be unable to tomorrow since we are having Christmas with the entire family. These are your guests and friends whom you invited for today.” Bruce jabbed a finger at him.

           “I did NOT invite them over! You and slap happy Clark planned this while Diana practically had me pinned down. Now I have work to do and it cannot wait.” Bruce grew more serious. “I got a sample of the toxin.” Alfred’s eyes widened slightly.

           “Oh my.”

           “Yes.” Bruce turned back to the glass vials. “I finally acquired Sanders’ poison. I need to find a cure before she infects more people. I’m waiting for the results right now.”

           “As you wait, perhaps you could grace your associates with your presence.”

           “Alfred-”

           “A half hour, sir.” The two men stared at each other, a battle of wills. Bruce glared daggers into the old man. Alfred was giving him the look, one he has so far not been able to beat. With a sigh, Bruce removed his cowl and headed towards the changing room.

           “I’ll be up in five minutes.”

           “Very good sir.”

           When Bruce finally came up, having changed into a t-shirt and cargo pants, Shayera and John had just arrived. Wally practically forced them in their seats and seemed ready to throttle Clark for demanding to say grace before digging in. Bruce grimaced at the display of food. There were at least ten pies, several unidentifiable casseroles, pork, turkey, all forms of potatoes, a couple cakes, and many more sugar infested delicacies. He couldn’t eat most of it, not if he wanted to double his workout for the next week. He observed the rest of the guests and their lack of needing a restraint. Clark had a moderate portion, far less than he could handle, Wally had half his food stuffed in his mouth while simultaneously pouring more onto his plate. Bruce sighed, thankful that the others brought meals. Poor Alfred. At the far end of the table John and Shayera were flirting again, and that’s when he noticed Diana had been placed next to his spot. Nice try Alfred. J’onn ate very little more interested in his conversation with Clark. They were discussing tomorrow’s plans for Christmas. Bruce sighed again. These were all his friends, perhaps his only ones besides Jim. He could take a half hour off for them. A smile tugged at his mouth, resigning his fate to the party.

           “Diana, would you please pass the salad and the Greek dressing?” She beamed back at him.

           “Here you are.”

           “Thank y-” The bowl clattered on the table the moment he grasped it. Salad splattered across spreading all the way to Clark on Diana’s right. The room went silent, all staring at Bruce. He glared at them and began to pick up the pieces along with the sudden appearance of Alfred.

           “Sorry Bruce.” Diana whispered as everyone picked up their conversations again.

           “It’s all right.” He finished retrieving the last piece.

           “I will be back with more.” Alfred informed and promptly disappeared. Bruce nodded to him and reached for his glass. The way his hands shook did not escape him. Bruce flexed his other hand under the table. His muscles were stiff and achy. The past couple of days must have caught up to him making it act quicker. He growled to himself, taking a sip. He saw Clark eyeing him, a look of concern. Bruce mouthed I’m fine to only have the Kryptonian roll his eyes.

           “So, presents or a game?” Wally jumped up. They had finished eating and were now sitting in the main room. The speedster pulled several board games out of his bag handing them to Clark.

           “Oh!” Diana exclaimed. “I have heard of Scattergories, it sounds like fun.” She pulled it from Wally’s hand looking it over.

           “I’m in.” Clark nodded towards the box. J’onn, John and Shayera agreed as well. “You playing Bruce?” He turned to the billionaire. Bruce was slumped in a leather chair by the gigantic glittering tree.

           “I don’t play games.” He huffed.

           “You play chess with me.” Shayera smirked.

           “Chess is a strategic and mind building tool. I play enough games with the Riddler and Joker as it is, I don’t need another.”

           “Fine, suit yourself.” Wally shrugged, helping Diana unpack the box. Bruce sunk more into the chair. He hadn’t been feeling good since dinner and the constant noise was stabbing his head forming a headache. The chair felt amazing as his energy seemed to drain with every moment. His head swam. It felt heavy as he leaned against his hand on the armrest. Bruce checked his watch grimacing at the time. An hour over what he promised Alfred, but he just couldn’t will himself out of the chair just yet. Clark had asked him if he was all right several times and received a plate in the face when he tried to x-ray him. He was such a worry wort.

           “Yes! More food!” Wally cried. Alfred walked in with a tray of snacks placing it on the coffee table. Half of it was gone by the time anyone else got to it. Wally only stopped because of John’s glare.

           “Bruce, would you like some?” Diana inquired. Bruce stared off out the window, he couldn’t look at it, feeling nauseous.

           “No.”

           “Bruce, you hardly ate anything at the dinner.” Diana frowned, becoming concerned.

           “Are you sure you’re all right?” Clark joined in. Bruce clenched his jaw, this was getting annoying. He needed to keep up appearances, but their constant asking was really irritating.

           “I’m fine! See!” He grabbed some sort of pork and onion from the tray and plopped it in his mouth. He immediately regretted it. Nearly gagging, Bruce ran to the nearest trash and let it go. He heaved losing his lunch from earlier, but even when it ran out it didn’t stop. The convulses continued making him cough occasionally. He dry heaved until his throat hurt and sweat coated his face. A hand was on his back, rubbing circles. Clark’s soothing voice spewed comforting words. After what felt like an eternity, Bruce sat back on his knees gasping. Clark continued rubbing circles until he caught his breath again.

           “I’m okay.” Bruce rasped.

           “Looks like it.” sarcasm dripping from Clark’s voice. Bruce turned up to see Alfred coming towards them. They were the only ones in the hallway, the others giving the dark crusader is privacy.

           “Master Bruce, are you all right?” Master Bruce was getting really annoyed with people asking that.

           “You have a fever.” Clark frowned feeling his head. “Did you catch the flu?” Bruce swatted his hand away dismissing both their concerns and stood up. At least he tried to. Bruce’s shaky legs immediately collapsed under him and he grasped the trashcan for support. His headache was turning into a migraine and his chest burned. It had begun.

           “I need to get to the cave…” Bruce rasped starting a new fit of coughing.

           “I think you mean upstairs to bed.” Clark chided. Bruce ignored him, attempting to get up and succeeded, even if he was leaning on the wall.  

           “Master Bruce, now is not the time to be stubborn. Healing requires rest.” Alfred held one of his arms urging him towards the stairs. The billionaire resisted forcing his way to the clock. He returned to the living room full of leaguers who all watched on in concern. Growling at their looks, he turned the clock hands opening the secret door. Bruce’s chest suddenly flared up like it was on fire. He grasped it with a groan falling to the floor again.

           “Bruce!” Diana cried, catching him before he hit the floor. The rest gathered around in distress. “Bruce, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

           “I…need to get, to get to the cave…” He began to cough again, clutching his burning ribs. Diana bit her lip trying to decide what to do. She stopped suddenly reaching for his neck.

           “Bruce, what’s that?” In place of his veins were a purple venomous color snaking up his body. She noticed that they had curved down his left arm more numerous and black in color.

           “No!” They all swiveled around meeting a distressed Alfred. “You bloody idiot! You did not, did you?!”

           “It…it was the only way…” Bruce murmured, still clutching his chest. He eyed his butler daring him to argue.

           “What did he do? What on earth is going on?!” Wally burst out.

           “Bring him downstairs post haste!” Alfred commanded motioning Diana towards the clock entrance. Without question she picked up Bruce and flew down in a blur.

           “Alfred, what’s going on?” Clark calmly asked. Alfred huffed setting towards the stairway down.

           “I will explain in the cave.”

           Diana gently placed the dark knight down in the medical bay. The coughing had returned, and he squeezed his eyes shut clutching his chest. His face was so stricken in pain that tears were streaming down his face. Diana tried to remain calm, but she didn’t know how long for. Bruce was in pain, a lot of it. She rubbed his back whispering that it was okay, but a lump settled making it harder. Alfred suddenly appeared with the rest of the league at his heels. They crowded around the still hacking vigilante growing increasingly worried. The purple veins had reached his jawline.  

           “Listen.” Alfred demanded. “I am sure master Bruce was planning on being more coherent for this segment, but that does not seem to be the case at this moment. I will need your help.” The butler revealed no emotion on his face, but Diana was certain she heard a tint of irritation in his voice. “For the past three weeks a serial killer known as Jessica Sanders has been spreading a toxin all around Gotham. The poison has no known cure and leaves no traces after death. Master Bruce has…has, well, injected himself with the toxin in hopes to procure a cure for the next victims.” Alfred faltered clenching his fist. “This is beyond my medical experience, if you all wo-”

           “Way ahead of you Jeeves!” Wally hollered from beyond in the lab room. J’onn moved towards the now limp form of Bruce, eyes glowing.

           “I know Batman will not appreciate me entering his mind, even for his information on the toxin.”

           “But he was being an idiot anyway.” Clark smirked, eyes turning to x-ray. Diana placed a hand on the butler’s shoulder.

           “We’ll save him Alfred, I promise.” Wally zipped by them, taking a syringe, and drawing blood from the patient.

           “Only bats would poison himself to get out of a Christmas party.”

THE END

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[grant-spiraltf]

Beautiful Lie

Similarly as a few other writers in the community, I am part of the gift exchange organised by @thegreatstoryteller too! My gift is for my good friend @dickpickmanity, I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas guys!

Henry just got done swimming in the rooftop pool of the hotel when suddenly he heard loads of gasps. Bewildered people held their hand above their eyes to see something in the sky, tickling Henry’s curiosity. He dropped his towel and turned around, instantly being blinded by a bright light. He shielded his eyes and identified the light source as a comet that was headed his way with a very fast pace. Others realised this too and started running towards the exit, making chaos erupt and people fell. Being the good Samaritan that he was, Henry rushed to help the fallen people up and each of them started running again, thanking Henry while rushing to safety. When everyone was inside Henry quickly looked back to see if he missed anyone and to his surprise there was a pair of feet sticking out behind a wall. Not willing to leave the person behind, Henry ran towards the wall. He looked up during his sprint and he figured he had to be quick, but when he looked back down at his destination, the legs that he saw had vanished. When he arrived at the corner he looked around, but nobody was seen. Was he wrong?

Just as he thought that a loud crash was heard right behind him. Henry turned around to see what it could be, since the comet should still be soaring towards him, but when his sight focussed on the origin of the sound that was a few meters in front of him, he saw a glowing rock.

Before being able to process that the comet had not only already landed, but also not made a huge mess of any sort, the comet exploded and threw Henry back into a doorway. Henry’s head hit a wall and he blacked out.

Clark opens his eyes with a crushing headache and his bones aching. His eyes need a while to adjust to the daylight and he groans while standing up. What even happened? All he remembers is a bright light and then a whole lot of nothing. His biceps bulge and his pecs dance while he struggles to get up. His cock becomes uncomfortably erect and he slaps it back down. Superman doesn’t have time to masturbate. He has to save the world...

Suddenly a wave of dizziness hits him and he stumbles. A new purpose hits his conscience. Must... Find... Must... Convert... His eyes glaze over and he takes off, seeking his new target.

Ben was just walking home when he suddenly got a load of texts and notifications, all super stressed and upset, talking about some crash. Ben starts to run home to be able to look at what exactly happened. Suddenly there was a flash of red and blue and an erect Henry Cavill lifts Ben up at the collar. Henry started flying again, cold wind cutting into Ben’s face. Ben’s blood flows down into his legs and he passes out due to a lack of oxygen in his brain.

When he comes to, Ben’s sight is a little impaired by something on his head and there are ties around his legs and arms. There’s some kind of armour on his chest and legs, but he quickly realises it’s his batman costume. “Ahem...“ Ben looks up and a few inches in front of him there’s a leaking cock, attached to an entranced Henry Cavill. “Henry? Why are you in your superman costume? Why am I tied to this chair? What is this place?” Clark laughs and rubs his cock against Ben, smearing his precum over Ben’s lips. Ben tries to get away from the dick but he only helps the spreading, so within a few seconds his mouth is coated in the clear sticky substance, much to Ben’s displeasure. “WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?! Henry are you feeling okay?!” Clark slaps him against the cheek with his cock. “Who’s Henry? You’re talking to Superman, Batman. Or should I just call you Bruce Wayne? Now open up and allow me to convert you too, this foolishness has gone on way too long.” ‘What in the actual fuck is he gibbering about’ thought Ben, keeping his mouth firmly shut. There’s probably a lot of people that are trying to find him right now, so it won’t take long. Hopefully they’ll go easy on Clark, he’s probably really sick! “So it’s gonna be like that, huh?” Clark smirked. “Sure. You asked for this!” Clark effortlessly lifts Ben with one hand, evaporating the chair under him and turning the frightened Ben around. “THE FUCK?! HOW??? WHAT??” “Oh now you want to open your mouth huh? Well it’s too late now.” Clark says, pulling Ben’s trousers to his ankles and exposing his virgin asshole. Ignoring the pleas, he licks a finger and stuffs it inside. A moan erupts out of Ben’s lips, which scares him even more. It’s like the pre-cum made him gay? But that’s impossible! But then again, he’s being lifted up with a few fingers and Henry Cavill has a finger in his ass. “Are you ready Bruce? Welcome to the new era!” Clark yells while ramming his about-to-burst cock inside of Ben, the tight anus forcing a hot steaming load out of Clark. A power surge escapes out of Ben, throwing Clark’s upper body back. His cock however stays firmly inside, making him stand on his hands and feet, with Ben afloat on Clark’s cock. The power surge destroys the warehouse that they were in, pulverising the bricks. In the ruins, a spent Clark Kent lays on his back, trying to regain some strength after the intense orgasm. He suddenly sees a hand reaching out to him and grabs it. He pulls at it and stands up, tracing the hot and muscular hand to a very erect Bruce Wayne. When Clark goes in for a kiss to lick the precum off Bruce, Bruce’s eyes suddenly light up. “Suit activated. Hello Clark.” Clark smirks. His task has only just begun, but he’s glad he already got his favourite one done. “Let’s go Bruce, there’s enough work to do.”

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[avengerdragoness]

Trauma and Healing: Ambush [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Chapter 8!!!! The next chapter will be the final chapter! Omg I can’t believe this series is almost over.

Warnings: Death, Kidnapping, Blood, Mulit-Personality Disorder (kinda?)

Tagging: @cherryignacio @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @keepjasontoddsafefromeveryone @aworldwideapart @just-a-girl-maybe @bat-lakota @sad-horchata @miraisnotavailable @comicbookworm @kazuha159 @ahungrygirl

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 9

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Ch. 8

Since that night with Jason, everything seemed to go back up hill. You didn’t feel vulnerable anymore. You didn’t get nightmares or flashbacks. Jason did really seem to chase everything away. Though it did shock Kori and Roy when they came home that next morning to find you sleeping in Jason’s arms. They had a lot of fun teasing you both when you woke up.

Though they found your relationship very quaint. Jason would always steal kisses from you when it seemed like something was wrong, or he just felt like it. You always talked to him if you felt like something was wrong or if the voices were bugging you. You still never told him the awful things they’d say however. Though he didn’t ask either, knowing if you'd want to talk about it you would.

You also went out on a lot more missions with them. You fell into a rhythm, much like Roy, Kori, and Jason. You had a life as [F/n] [L/n] during the day and your life as [s/h/n] at night. You eventually met Jason’s family, learning the great Bruce Wayne was in fact Batman and all of Jason’s brothers and sisters had their own superhero titles. Along with Roy introducing you to Green Arrow as Oliver Queen and Black Canary as Dinah Lance.

Both families took quite the liking to you, and you to them. You felt very cared for and safe having so many superheroes on speed dial. Though that didn’t stop the fact that you felt like you were being watched. You mentioned it to Jason and he went through your day with you the next day but nothing stood out to either of you. Yes, you are a superhero but you’re still training and have to stick with Jason on missions. So, for safety precautions he’d stay on the phone with you until he knew you were safe wherever you were going. He was such a worrier.

You were currently on the phone with him as you walked back to the apartment. He and the others were out on a more advanced mission and felt it would be best if you sat that one out. He was coming home the next morning, and was at a motel at the current moment. Preparing.

Once in the apartment, closing the door behind you and locking it. “Okay Jaybird, I’m home safe. Be careful tonight okay.” He chuckled on the other end “I will doll, don't I always?”

“No, that’s why I’m telling you. Tell Roy and Kori I say hi and to stay safe.” He grinned on the other end. “I will I will. Get some rest, goodnight babe.” You giggled. “Goodnight Jason.” You hung up the phone and set it on the small table. Walking further into the apartment, you pulled off your jacket. However you noticed the window open, and you distinctly remember closing it.

Though before you could go to close it, a pair of arms grabbed you from behind. Shrieking only to have your mouth covered by a cloth, smelling chloroform on it. You thrashed against them, but you were so drowsy from the chloroform you couldn’t focus enough to use your powers. The last thing you saw was a shadowy figure move in front of you.

The next thing you felt was a pounding headache as you jerked awake at the scent of smelling salts. “Have a nice nap?” A deep voice said. You looked in front of yourself to see a large man standing there. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you had never seen him before in your life. Your hands were bound behind your back, and your legs to the chair. A collar was around your neck, when you tried to use your magic a high voltage electric shock tore through your body.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The figure said again. There were two men, lackeys, beside him. “Who are you?” You panted, still reeling from the electric shock. “I knew your seller.” He said while examining a syringe that was handed to him. “You see, before Red Hood and his band of merry mercenaries saved you I was planning to pay top dollar for you [F/n]. Your abilities intrigued me greatly.”

“Is that all I am to you? Merchandise? I am a person. You can’t buy me.” He chuckled, shaking his head. He flicked the syringe, removing the cover of the large needle. “Well, it’s not that I want to buy you, I want to buy the other mind inside you.” He had a sadistic smirk on his lips. “Those blackouts you’ve had, the voices. They aren’t PTSD or Schizophrenia. You my dear have a gift, and well I want to pull out the darker side of that gift.” Saying before he snapped his fingers. One of the two lackeys came over to you, craning your neck to where the man could push the needle through the skin. Injecting the contents inside you.

It made your veins burn and you felt like you were getting tired. You felt yourself being pulled out of your body to stand on the sidelines. All of a sudden you had no control over your body. Watching from within how your head rolled back and a laugh escaped your throat.

“And now who are you?” The man asked. The new consciousness now having control over your body smirked, “Seven.” The man smiled, laughing. “A pleasure to meet you Seven. I’m Dr. Klein. I’m a… colleague of Dr. Hugo Strange. I’m sure you’ve heard of the mad scientist.”

“I am familiar. Now if you don’t mind” She referred to her bonds. Klein gestured for the lackeys to release her. They cut her hands and ankles free before removing the shock collar. She stood up and faced him, crossing her arms. “Well? What is your purpose of releasing me?” Seven questioned as the mad man in front of her wore a malicious smile. “Well, Red Hood and the Outlaws have been a thorn in my side since they took on the sex trafficking ring. I would like you to collect them for me. I’d like a word with the former Robin.”

You were screaming inside your own head, trying to take your body back. However all it did was cause you more stress.

Seven grinned, “It’d be my pleasure.”

Jason, Kori, and Roy all had returned to their motel room. They had finished the mission earlier than expected and it was around 2am. Jason checked his phone, looking for the text you always sent before you fell asleep. Though there wasn’t a message from you on his phone. His brows scrunched in confusion as he stared at the screen, you wouldn’t be up this late normally.

“What’s wrong Jaybird?” Roy asked from one of the beds. “[F/n] hasn’t messaged me that she’s going to bed. I’m going to call her to check in.” He mumbled before walking out onto the balcony. Holding the phone to his ear when he suddenly felt a small prick in his neck. Whipping around he saw a figure in an all black bodysuit and a black mask with white lenses standing on the railing. He was dizzy and dropped his phone before stumbling back when everything went dark.

Peering in the room the figure saw Roy laying with his back to the balcony and Kori was in the bathroom. You were freaking out from the inside at your body betraying you, all you could scream was not to hurt them. Seven slipped inside the room, and behind Roy. He felt the same needle prick before whipping around. They were all tired and their senses were a bit slower, making this easier on her.

Next she went and hid near the bathroom door, waiting for Kori to come out. She pressed against the wall, the syringe ready in her hand. “Hey Roy” Her voice could be heard in the bathroom. Pretty soon she had stepped out of the bathroom and Seven pounced. Injecting her with the same serum that knocked out Jason and Roy. When she passed out, Seven contacted Dr. Klein. “Doctor? I have them.” Saying into your communicator. “Excellent Seven. Bring them back here.” “Yes sir” She nodded before going to move them to where he had transportation set up for her.

Returning to the warehouse she tied up the Outlaws and sat them against a pillar. Turning back to Dr. Klein. “Nice work, you’re quite talented. Perhaps your abilities could be of use to me in the future.” She smiled at him. “Oh I don’t think you will be needing my services Doctor.”

“And why is that?” He asked confusedly. Seven tilted her head to the side, “Because” saying as she pulled out two throwing knives. Aiming and taking out his lackeys before sweeping his legs out from under him and pinning him to the ground, holding a knife to his throat. “You’ll be too dead to care. Let’s see if I put you in as much pain as you had those bastards put [F/n] through. You see, I care about her, but she’s too weak to live in this world. Her feeble mind, it can’t take the things this world throws at her. That’s why her mind made me. I’m here to protect her.” She pushed the knife to his throat, seeing the red blood ooze from the wound, her hand laying over his heart as the magic danced around it. “To protect her from people like you.” Growling before she flicked her wrist and the blade cut across his skin. Successfully slicing his skin, a malevolent grin spread on her lips as she watched the blood run from his wound. He screamed out, “Not fun being battered and broken huh?” She asked before sending a bolt of energy through his heart, watching the light leave his eyes

You wanted to cry, holy shit you wanted to cry. But you couldn’t, this wasn’t your body anymore. It wasn’t your mind. However, it was still you. You killed three people, you captured the Outlaws. You hurt Jason. It was all you.

‘Why are you doing this?’ You asked, praying the new consciousness would answer. “Because I care about you [F/n]. We share this body now, we’re both one half to a whole. I’m not going to let anyone hurt us again.” You couldn’t understand what was going on, if she cared so much, why did she hurt Jason. ‘Then why did you go after the Outlaws? After Jason? I love him!’ You screamed, though it was met with a light chuckle. “Love, leads to heartbreak. So, I’m going to take care of that problem first. It won’t last and I’m sparing you the pain now, sparing us.”

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