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The Hunger Games (Original Series, Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Sunrise on the Reaping)
The Legend of Zelda (Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask, Twilight Princess, Spirit Tracks, Breath of the Wild, Tears of the Kingdom)
Until Dawn
Life Is Strange: True Colors
Pokemon (Games)
The Chronicles of Narnia
Once Upon a Time (Though honestly I pretend like the last season didn’t happen)
Supernatural (pre-Season 10! Also be warned that I am very disillusioned with the hunting lifestyle and the brothers’ relationship so that might bleed into my fics)
Star Wars (Movies. Do NOT send me Kylo Ren requests, I will delete them.)
💬 1 🔁 47 ❤️ 967 · Bats in the Web (Spider-Man!Batdad x Batfam) · What if batfam meets a version of Batdad who is Spider-Man in his univers
I did write this fic about a universe where Batdad was Spider-Man and Bruce his mission control. Honestly, I myself tend to prefer universes where either Bruce never became Batman or where Batdad is not a fellow-vigilante. I find it more interesting, and more fun to write. But in the case where Batdad was Spider-Man AND Bruce was Batman, I think it'd be interesting. Harder to conceal, certainly, but also pretty cool to have a Spider-Man with Bat gadgets.
I think, depending, Bruce would respect his partner being innovative enough to develop and refine the web fluid formula (if the web is inorganic) or come to understand metahumans better and want to study it more (if the web comes from a biological mutation).
What if batfam meets a version of Batdad who is Spider-Man in his universe??
"We can't interfere!" Bruce growls. "I know you want to help, but after the last world we jumped into, we can't take chances."
Dick sighs. The last world they went into, they nearly ruined everything because Gotham had no Batman yet.
But luckily, something descends upon the mugging in progress.
But it isn't Batman.
A strange silver cable zips into view and slams into the assailant's back, spreading in a strange geometric pattern. He stumbles forward at the force of the blow, before the cable springs taut, and the mugger is flung into the air.
Someone lithe and graceful sails through the air, trailing more silver cables and quickly wraps the stranger up in them, robotic arms emerging from their back to assist - almost like a four-armed... spider.
The mugger dangles upside down from a traffic light, completely mummified in silver, and the figure, in a black bodysuit with light-catching silver filaments in a web pattern shining along the whole thing, and what appears to be a yellow hood and short jacket, crouches atop it.
"You get home safe, you hear?" they call. "We'll just be... hangin' around."
The would-be victim grins up at them. "Thanks, Spidey!"
But the Bats are looking shocked.
Because that was clearly your voice, only slightly altered by a voice changer - the voice you use when you broadcast to negotiate with people while they're on patrol.
Before they can speak, though, you've flung yourself through the air, opening your arms to reveal the gliding wings attached from your sides to the arms of your jacket so you can sail through the air.
"Pops is... Spider-Man?" Dick yelps.
From what they can surmise, in this universe, Bruce still lost his parents at a young age, but he didn't develop the desire to become Batman.
Instead, while on a field trip, you were exposed to some kind of radioactive spider, and Bruce did what he could to keep your secret and develop his technological aptitude to help you.
It was Alfred's death that convinced you to become a hero - his last words to you being that with great power came great responsibility.
You and Bruce are still very young in this world, barely old enough to have adopted a young Dick Grayson. It's probable that Damian won't be born, and Tim won't be adopted by you.
You're so much more cheerful than Batman - Gotham's Spider-Man quips, sometimes with dark humor, and inspires her citizens to fight back against the oppressive darkness of their city with good humor and clever tactics.
The Bats make their way to Wayne Manor, only to find the harsh brickwork and traditional architecture has made way for modern-quality of life improvements, fiber optic light fixtures, glass bay windows, and high tech at every turn. It barely resembles their Wayne Manor.
In fact, the caverns beneath the estate aren't even utilized, with there instead being a high-tech laboratory on the grounds with a launchpad to fling you over the bay and into the city.
It's a shock to see them - Bruce Wayne, his body in shape but much softer: he obviously works out hard but he's clearly not a fighter. His movements are relaxed, even sluggish compared to the constant vigilance of the Bat. And he wears an unfamiliar expression on his face - a genuine lazy grin.
Meanwhile there's this world's you - lithe and strong, battle-worn and with the at-rest tension of a vigilante.
Alt-Bruce and you have an easy banter, a love very much like two young people - you're only a little older than Dick, after all, which he finds weird - especially when he and Tim babysit his younger version.
Jason is utterly touched when Alt-Bruce asks about all the kids, so he can make sure to adopt them - he wouldn't want them going homeless in this world. All Jason knows is that young Jason Todd in this world might just be saved from years of trauma.
You're still the strategist, but Bruce is your mission control and the gear/science guy - he helps with upgrades and is the one to suggest a way to get the Bats back to their world.
But you'll need their help.
You fly through the city that night accompanied by five gliding shadows. Shadows that brutally subdue the henchmen of Black Mask as you soar above their heads, connecting some power towers with a filament web, forming a major circuit Alt-Bruce can use to power a tachyonic collider, which should launch them back into their world.
They return to their world, but Jason pulls Bruce aside.
"B... you owe him."
"Owe him what? Who, Jaybird?"
Jason sighs. "Pops. You owe him a chance to see that smile. On you."
Bruce looks at him. "You think my face can still do that?"
"Hey, I was surprised that you were actually funny! But... yeah, I do."
Imagine food shopping with arvan and he just shakes his head or makes some disgruntled sounds if you go for anything unhealthy. Date night is totally cooking or meal prep.
Honestly, I don't even think he gets mad about wanting sweet things or stuff that isn't perfectly happy, I think he just gets mad about getting packaged snack food instead of making it yourself. Arven is sweet and well-meaning but can get very intense and almost judgy about food. Though I do feel like this man will be bowled over by the experience of a Twinkie.
However, Arven is SUPER happy about a meal prep date. He'll have a really nice casserole or pasta dish or meatloaf in the oven while preparing simple but tasty snacks with fresh ingredients. Bruschetta, stocking up sandwich stuff in the fridge, or preparing lighter lunches.
My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
Shoutout to people in the notes also mentioning people learning the language, I should've mentioned that really, given that I've been stuck reading German picture books myself while learning German.
Requested by anonymous for Hank tries to help Connor ask you out
"You dirty bag of bolts!" Hank says with no real venom in his voice. In fact he sounds almost fond of his android partner.
"I assure you, Lieutenant, I keep myself in adequate condition. And Cyberlife does not use bolts in its construct-"
"Ah, forget it." Hank groans. "So... you like Y/N, then? Makes sense. When you're in charge of the archives, you're already part robot, eh?" Hank waves away Connor's all-too-literal refutation.
Connor shifts uncomfortably, and Hank would almost be certain that if the android were human, he'd be blushing. "I find Y/N's demeanor... soothing."
Hank groans before it appears curiosity wins out. "Do androids even get... turned on?"
Connor frowns. "Cyberlife did not equip me with genitalia, so it is difficult to gauge sexual arousal, Lieutenant. However, now that I am Deviant... I do not think the idea altogether implausible."
Hank grins suddenly, the expression unfamiliar for his facial muscles. "Your LED." the older man lets out a giggle. "Oh, god, it's like your boner. Your light turns green whenever Y/N passes by!"
Connor just stares at Hank, obviously not amused.
Hank finally settles down and kicks his feet up onto his desk. Connor sweeps them off and Hank scowls.
"Look, so you know what the next step is, right?"
"Do you mean... engaging in a proposition of courtship?"
"God, Con- just ask him on a date!"
Connor frowns. "I... am programmed with the knowledge of what a date is. However, I am... nervous?"
Hank sighs. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to ask someone out, aren't I?"
After about three hours of slacking off - Hank has been delighted to find that since becoming Deviant, Connor has not been so rigid about following protocol - they still haven't gotten any further than Connor attempting to talk about butterflies.
Something twinges in Hank as he remembers waiting in the car while his teenage son asked a boy out. Cole ran right back, dove into the car, and let out a whoop and had thanked Hank for his advice. Hank shunts this memory to the back of his mind.
"Alright, look. Since you're obviously hopeless, I'll give you a little cheat code, okay? It's not about chatting someone up - that can help, but it's not essential. We gotta break it down to bare bones. 'I like seeing you around, and I'd like to spend more time with you if that's okay. Would you like to go out sometime?' That's what you want to say."
Connor nods. "Condense the message to the essentials. Thank you, Hank."
Hank follows anyway. Not because he wants to support the android. Nope.
Connor finds you among the files like usual. Even with Cyberlife providing so much in the way of labor, you've kept your job at the station simply because most people don't feel comfortable leaving everything in the justice system up to robots.
"Ahem." Connor makes the sound out of courtesy, having no actual throat to clear.
"Ah! Detective Connor!" you smile, turning to him.
Hank claps a hand over his face as Connor opens his mouth and freezes. It's like he's glitching.
"Uh... Connor? Are you okay?" you ask in slight concern for the statue-still android.
Hank steps into the room. "Connor likes seeing you around and wants to spend more time with you, if possible. Like, on a date. He's asking you out. Connor wants to go on a date."
Hank curses under his breath. When did he get so bad at this?
You chuckle a little and look at Connor. "I'd love to. Uh... will Hank be coming too or will you be able to move by then?"
Hank snickers a little and Connor snaps back into movement. "I will, er... perform a software diagnostic and ensure I am at full capacity for our... date."
It's only when Hank and Connor are walking back to their desk that they realize that no details have been discussed, and now they have to go back.
Link meets a sorcerer human. And every time link leaves his house sorcerer puts protective and healing spells on Link via kisses all over Links body.
Link just loves the little circles of light that erupt over his skin whenever his sorcerer enchants his body, and he loves the feeling of magic and protection. But he loves the last part of this ritual, where they hold each other and kiss - and though no spells are cast, it's the most magical one of all.
MacCready isn’t much of a morning person, so Sole decides to help him wake up by giving him a blowjob?
"Wow. I, uh... never had a wake-up call like that before." MacCready grins, blushing from head to toe. He was very surprised and woke quickly, and is a little embarrassed about how quickly he finished. "Almost thought I had a Ghoul gnawing on my di- er, my privates."
