So I have been writing more recently. I donât write too often but I decided to make this blog to share what I have been writing. Primarily I made this because I wanted to join the Bad Thing Happen Bingo. But my main tumblr is not really for writing. So if youâre like âwhyâs there no posts hereâ itâs because I just made it haha.
Right now in the works is a Connor and Clark fic that I have been struggling on for months. Taking place after the Reign of the Supermen movie where Clark and Lois announce theyâre going to have a baby (Jon) and Connor deals with the complicated feelings that brings up.
I have a fic based on the DC mirror universe Iâve seen others write about. But instead of featuring evil Batman and his Robins itâs a fic about Good Superman saving this universes Connor from Evil Superman.
And I am trying to write a sequel fic to one of my other fics, Not While Iâm Around, that is about Slade making good on his promise to shoot Batman if Robin gets hurt again. Only itâs post Jasonâs death. Maybe it eventually leads into⊠wtf if their ship name again⊠BruSlade? Deathbat? Batstroke? Anyway this is the fic in question. Content warning for the sexual assault of a minor. It is not graphically described but heavily implied.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66010258
I am also writing a cute Spidytorch fic where Johnny accidentally goes to the regular timeline ahead of the rest of the team and then Peter takes him on a road trip around the world to meet all the smartest heroes and try to get him home. But uh oh! The idiots fell in love. And how is Johnny supposed to leave this weird cute spider boy behind?
I also have a bunch of random ideas I have written down and not finished. Including a Superbat fic where an evil Batman falls in love with Good Superman. And theres identity shenanigans where Superman doesnât know that Bruce Wayne, his kind a charming boyfriend, is secretly a mobster villian destroying Gotham from the shadows. I swear I will write this one day the idea lives in my head rent free.
Aaaaand one day I swear I will write the fanfic idea that started it all and I named my profile for. One where Ganondorf is the childhood friend of Link and Zelda in the Breath of the Wild universe. Only he goes mad and tries to kill them because the ghost of his evil descendant lives in his head.
A superbat childhood friends au that I wrote but donât know if I will ever finishâŠ
The title is âA Summer in Smallvilleâ and is about young Bruce and Alfred leaving Gotham for summer vacation for Bruceâs mental health. There he meets a boy around his age and becomes his reluctant friend.
Heres the excerpt of their first meeting:
Angrily Bruce pulled up a long clump of grass by the back steps and tossed it away. It flopped unsatisfyingly to the ground. With a growl he grabbed something heavier, a stone, and chucked it at the tree line. That felt better. So he did it again. Picking up a fist sized rock this time and hurling it with all his strength. His swell of satisfaction was dampened when a loud yelp of surprise came from that direction. Blinking wildly he hurried to the bushes at the base of the trees.
There, sprawled on the ground, was a kid in dirty coveralls. He was laying on his back with a cracked stone beside him. He sat up and shook dirt from his dark curls before blue eyes met blue eyes from behind his askew thick glasses.
âOh-â The kid gasped straightening the glasses that dwarfed his face. The frames look like they had been repaired many times with tape across the bridge and around both sides of the frames.
âSorry guess that was on me. Ma told me âspyinâs not politeâ.â He chuckled a little to himself and hopped up to his feet, about a head taller than Bruce.
âI was just curious about the car that pulled up to the empty house over there. Are you moving in?â The boy smiled wide, tilting his head inquisitively. Bruce narrowed his eyes and didnât answer. Why did this stranger even care?
The other boy faltered for a second before his smile came back.
âUh, my nameâs Clark. Clark Kent. I live over there-â he motioned past the tree line. As he leaned over Bruce could spy a barbed wire fence and old looking ranch styled house past it. There was a huge field of corn just behind their house that seemed to stretch on forever.
âWhatâs your name?â He prompted. Bruce squinted again, arms crossing across his chest. The silence stretched on long enough to be awkward before he opened his mouth.
There is a fic I have been writing low key obsessively for months that started as like⊠a little vent thing and now has two parts and almost 20k words. Itâs like half done rn⊠Thing is the fic is incredibly upsetting and dark and covers some upsetting topics. I donât know if I shouldnât share it when I have put so much work into it and it features some of my best writing I think. Iâm afraid of making people upset with itâŠ
Should I not share it?
Share anonymously?
Should I just share it with a whole host of trigger warnings?
Hey I wanna know, where does the âNo Metas in Gothamâ thing come from? Because I have never seen Bruce actually take this stance in any of the canon material I have interacted with. I have mostly seen animations and movies and am new to comics but I have never seen Bruce ever say this.
In fact theres lots of metas in Gotham already. Croc, Ivy, manbat for example. Not just villains either! Duke even lives in Gotham and Dinah is a Gotham native. In fact arenât a lot of the Birds of Prey metas and donât they operate in Gotham? (Not sure about this but I thought so?)
Bruce has never seemed to have beef with any of these people. So where did this come from?
getting into comics has been so fun because people will be like âfour things that happened when Blorbo diedâ and at first, youâre like âBLORBO DIES???â but the people in the replies are like âokay, but which time?â
at a certain point, itâs impossible for you to tell whether youâre even reading the series in which Blorbo DOES die. because yeah, they died in the 2010 series, but thatâs not canon because there was a Crisis after that. and anyway, Blorbo from Earth 17 got hold of a time reversal cube and now heâs Blorbo the Only Blorbo. you canât even call it a spoiler to learn that Blorbo died because THEYâVE ALL DIED AT LEAST ONCE!!!
Garth woke up face down in a pool of water. That wasnât too distressing. He was used to sleeping completely submerged. In fact it was almost weirder that he was only half submerged. Curiously he lifted his head and blinked water from his vision. When he took in the state of his surroundings that's when he became concerned.
Garth was in a metal box. It was pitch black, and if not for his biology as a Atlantean he knew he wouldnât be able to see a hand in front of his face. There was a small amount of water in the bottom of the box that appeared black as night. A few feet away from him Kid Flash was floating face up. Face lax in sleep. Robin was leaning slumped against the wall, a dark cut staining his forehead and trickling down his cheek. Wondergirl was curled in the corner up against Speedy who had his arms around her, tucking her against his chest. Everyone was out cold. From the top of the box water dripped in a small but steady stream.
Robin was stirring, sitting up from the wall. He swiped a hand over his head and winced. Then he fumbled with his mask, pressing the side of it until a lens slid over his eyes, faintly glowing white. His gaze swept across the box, taking stock of the situation as well, before landing on Garth.
âYou okay?â Robin breathed, pushing himself up out of the water with a loud slosh. Everything felt louder in the quiet box.
âYeah. The others thoughâŠâ Garth wasnât sure if everyone else was okay. They were so quiet and so still. And Garth still didnât understand where they were and what had happened.Â
Dick crouched next to Wally and dragged him up into a sitting position. Right. Right, if he slipped into the water a human like him would drown.
âWallyâs okay. Just unconscious.â Robin told him and then moved to go check on the others. Garth was frozen in place. His head was pounding and it felt like his brain had been shaken around and bounced off the inside of his skull. Robin had moved to the other two Titans in the corner of the box. He checked their pulses and then audibly sighed in relief.
âTheyâre fine too.â Next he moved onto the rest of the box. Looking around and examining the water pouring in from the roof.
âRobin,â Garth spoke up softly and watched those white eyes swivel towards him, âWhat happened?â
âYou donât remember?â Robin asked, moving sluggishly through the water towards him. He knelt down and cupped Garth's head into his hands, tilting it left and right to examine his face. âWhatâs the last thing you remember?â
âWe were coming back from a mission. And we were in the submarine. And-â Garth paused and thought about it. It sent pain shooting behind his eyes but he closed them and he focused on it anyway. They were just returning from a mission. It had been right up Garth's alley, fighting in the water against a sea witch causing mischief off the shores of New York. They had stopped her with relative ease. It was almost disappointing. Then they had returned in the submarine.Â
âWe were in the elevator. And then the power went out.â Garth's eyes opened suddenly and he looked around the metal box. No the Titans Tower elevator.
It came back to him suddenly. They had been chatting and laughing as they got into the elevator, dripping water all over the stainless steel floor. It began to rise when something shook the tower. The elevator had trembled before everything went dark. He didnât remember it but they must have fallen.
âAn earthquake?â Garth asked softly. He had heard about the ground on land trembling from Arthur. That sometimes it just shook and knocked down all the buildings humans made. Sometimes this caused damage to the ocean when a building holding dangerous chemicals or garbage fell into the water.
âNo.â Robin hummed and shook his head. âI donât think it was an earthquake.â
Before Garth could ask what he meant there was a quiet groan from the corner of the elevator.Â
Donna sat up, using Roy for leverage. And looked around.
âHello?â By the way she searched around her with an outstretched hand, Garth could tell she couldnât see.
âItâs okay Donna. Everyone's okay.â Dick reassured her. Garth wasnât sure he agreed. Roy and Wally were still out cold.
She seemed relieved however to hear Dickâs voice. Visibly slumping against the soft body she hadnât realized was Roy.
âThank goodness. Where are we?â
âThe elevator.âÂ
The three of them swallowed and looked around the box. With a grunt Wondergirl got to her feet.
âI can probably pry our way out. Where are the doors?â She asked, feeling around with her hands outstretched.
âHang on-â Robin got something out of his belt and twisted the top. Suddenly the elevator lit up with red light as the small flare hissed to life. Wondergirl quickly took in the situation before moving towards the doors on the opposite wall. She was about the grab hold of the door when Garth suddenly shot up out of the water and grabbed her arm.
âWait.â He leaned over and pressed his head to the door. Wondergirl watched him and Robin held perfectly still in the water behind them. He closed his eyes and listened. He could hear it clearer like this. The sound of water moving just outside the doors. He drew back and turned up. Listening to the sound of water passing over them and leaking through the incomplete seal of the doors and through the edge of the emergency hatch at the top.
âWeâre submerged.â He told them. âWeâre underwater.â
Donna gasped and took a step back from the doors like the water would suddenly burst through.
âThe submarine hanger must be flooded.â Robin said softly. As he did the light from his flare fizzled out.
âHow many more of those do you have?â Donna asked.
âThree.â Was Robin's soft reply. Whispering like they had to be quiet in the dark.
âDonât you have a flashlight in that belt of yours?â She sighed drawing out the sound as she slumped back into the water.
âYes. But itâs water logged.â He pulled it out and tilted it to show the water dripping out of the seams of the flashlight. Well Garth could see it anyway.
âThe flares have caps on them to keep them dry. But this might provide a little light.â Robin pressed his chest right over the golden R. And it began to blink. Slowly brightening and darkening.
âItâs an emergency beacon. Batman will get an alert and come get us.âÂ
Garth heard Donna sigh in relief along with him.
Suddenly, surging up so fast it sent water spraying everywhere, Roy was up on his feet.
âRoy! Roy itâs okay-!â Robin tried. Roy quickly backed away from him and whacked his head on the back of the elevator. Groaning in the dark.
âWhat-where-?!â He pressed against the wall, unable to see anything in the dark. Except for maybe a very dim, blinking R.
âRoy, we're okay.â Garth said softly. âThe elevator fell but Batman's on his way.â
âCanât see.â Roy said, stock still. Hardly even breathing.
âItâs dark but itâs okay. Robin has flares and I can see.â Garth told him.
âWell can he light one?!â Roy asked, choking slightly on his panic.
âI only have threeâŠâ Robin weakly tried to argue.
âJust light one already!â Roy snapped back and Robin sighed. Bringing another flare out and turning it on. Immediately his eyes snapped to the light and then all around them.
âHoly shit. How much air do you think we have?â Roy asked. Then his eyes landed on Wally, still unconscious, and hurried to check his pulse the same way Robin had. That was especially concerning. Wally probably healed the fastest out of all of them. He shouldnât still be unconscious.
While the flare was lit Robin turned in a circle, properly examining the box they were trapped in again. Eyes zeroing in on the water leaking inside.
âGarth, can you tell how much water is above us?â Dick asked softly.Â
Garth solemnly shook his head. âAll I know is that theres water all around us. I donât know how much has flooded into the elevator shaft.â
Trying to escape without knowing how much air theyâd need would be a bad, desperate idea. One theyâd have to use as a last resort. Their eyes all fell on Wally. They couldnât try to leave without waking him up first anyway.
Suddenly the elevator lurched. Garth braced himself against the wall. Wondergirl reached out and snagged Robin's shoulder with her own arm braced in the corner. Speedy planted an arm on either side of Kid Flashâs head, also holding him in place as the whole thing shook and leaned. Water tilted towards the corner lapping up to Donnaâs knees before the box righted itself and it all tilted back.
âWhat was that?!â Roy asked, just as the flare fizzled out and left them all in darkness again. Nobody answered him. They all held perfectly still but it didnât happen again.
âSomething rocked the elevator.â Garth told them. âMaybe the currents. The tide?â
âWait so if the tide is coming in-â Roy started.
âThe water level is rising.â Robin finished.
Roy suddenly shook his head and stood up feeling his way over to Robin and gripping his shoulders blindly. âOkay. Wally has slept long enough. Can't we wake him up?â
Robin nodded before remembering that Roy couldnât see him. âYeah. Iâll wake him.â
Robin made his way back over to Wally, Roy hanging onto his cape as he followed. Then he crouched down and pulled something else out of his belt. Some kind of small capsule. He held it under Wallyâs nose and crushed it.Â
Wally sat up violently coughing and sputtering and smacking Robin's hand away as he gagged and heaved.
âWhat-?! Huh?!â
âGood morning.â Roy sighed and felt along the wall until he brushed against Wallyâs head who flinched away.
âI canât see.â He choked out between coughs.
âItâs okay.â Garth assured him too. âItâs just dark.â
Wally sat up out of the water more before reaching up blindly to find Royâs hand and pull himself up.
âWhere are we?â He asked, sounding very tired. He was unsteady on his feet and unnaturally sluggish.
âThe elevator.â Donna told him. âWeâre underwater.â
Wally could barely stand. He was holding his leg slightly up off the ground.
âYou're injured.â Garth gasped softly.
âItâs okay.â Wally assured him with a grimace. âItâll heal before you know it. Just uh⊠hopefully not before we can reset the boneâŠâ
âItâs broken?!â Roy suddenly grabbed ahold of him, slinging an arm over his shoulder to support even more of Wallyâs weight.
âI think I have a concussion tooâŠâ Wally slumped against Roy, closing his eyes for just a second before forcing them open again. It must have been a pretty bad one if he had yet to recover. Garth glanced nervously at Donna even though she couldnât see him do so.
Things were bad. Donna couldnât bust them out without flooding the elevator. Wally couldnât use his speed to try to get them out of this and he was injured. Roy was blind without any way to see in the dark. Dick looked like he was barely holding it together. And Garth felt completely useless. Maybe if he had better control of his powers he would know what to do to get them out. If he was only a little bit better.
Suddenly the elevator rocked again. Donna shrieked when she was suddenly blasted with cold water and stumbled towards the opposite wall. The water stream had gotten bogged and louder. Dick fumbled with a flare for a second before lighting it.
âShit.â Roy swore under his breath. Water began pouring in through the hole in the top. The water level was rising.
âWhat do we do?!â Wally cried.
âWe gotta block the hole!â Dick exclaimed.
âWith what?!â Donna cried.
Garth leapt up and yanked Robin's cape off of him, handing it to Donna. Donna jumped up and stuffed the cape into the widened hole. It slowed the flow of water but didnât stop it. And as the chaos died down so did the light.
âSorry about your cape Dick.â
âNo itâs- that's fine.â Dick rubbed his neck from where Garth must have choked him a bit in his panic.Â
The water level had risen to just past their knees and Wally was clearly flagging. Roy had to adjust his hold to around his chest and keep him from falling into the water.
There was a sudden high pitched ringing sound. Robin cried in pain and pried something out of his ear. Looking down at the little comm device that was shrieking louder and higher pitched until it just suddenly stopped.
âWhat was that?â Donna asked nervously.
âThat was my communicator. I was waiting to hear verbal confirmation that Batman was coming but I think itâs busted.â He informed them and tucked the earpiece away.
âWait,â Roy scoffed, sneering a bit, âso Batman might not be coming?!â
âI⊠didnât want to worry you guys. But Iâm sure heâs coming.â
âYou donât know that-â
But Robin cut him off with a determined, âBatman is coming.â
Only Garth saw the nearly imperceptible shake of his hands. Hidden in the dark. He chose to look away and ignore it. Trusting in Robins belief in Batman.
âGuys-â Donna tried to get their attention.
âWe canât just sit here and wait! Wally needs a doctor!â Roy argued.
âI know but we donât have a choice. He canât swim in this condition-â
âGuys!â She snapped. Garth saw what she saw. The water was steadily rising. And it felt like the elevator was sinking somehow lower.Â
âFeel that? The water is up to mid thigh now.â She told them. They all stilled and looked left and right to try and find the source even in the dark. Garth popped his head underwater and spied a hole that he wasnât sure was there before. Bubbling slightly as water entered. Not to mention combined with the water pouring in from the top. He popped back out and everyone turned towards the sound of him emerging from the water.
âBad.â He told them.Â
The elevator suddenly rocked again. Everyone was thrown against the far wall. The cape was knocked loose or the hole in the roof got larger. Either way water started to spray inside suddenly and violently. And the water began to rise faster and faster as the elevator was flooded. Dick lit his last flare to get a better look at the situation.
âTimes up boy wonder! We need a plan now!â Roy snapped.
âI-I donât-â Dick stammered.
Donna grabbed hold of both of them, holding them tight while Roy held onto Wally. The water rose to their chests. She looked upwards, clearly considering just busting them out of there and dealing with the next situation as it comes but one look at Wally and she hesitated. Garth desperately kept diving and looking for a way out. Maybe he could do something from outside. Every time he surfaced the water was a little higher. Up to their necks. Their chins. They started kicking, following the water upwards. Garth tried and failed to squeeze out the hole in the bottom, cutting his arm on jagged metal. When he reached his arm though he felt concrete. Not enough space to move. When he surfaced again everyone was pressed to the roof. The flare held over Dicks head. Wally was slipping from Royâs grasp so Garth hooked himself under the speedsters other arm.
All arguments had stopped. Everyone was panting and desperately taking in as much air as they could before-
Garth watched wide eyed as water filled the elevator. And suddenly his friends were submerged, the light from the flare dying out. Garth watched as their faces went red with the effort to hold their breaths. He had to do something. If only he was more skilled at controlling his powers. If only-
Donna weakly punched at the top of the elevator, denting it but not breaking through. Roy and Dick copied here. Wally had already passed out.
Garth followed their lead. Punching at the top of the elevator. Hitting it as hard as he could. Leaving slight scorch marks in the metal that he didnât notice. When he realized he was the only one hitting anymore he glanced around at his friends. Their eyes fluttering. Their bodies growing heavy and sinking. Garth was watching them drown. His face locked in horror as he was the only one perfectly fine. He was the one who had to get them out of here. He was failing. And they were all going to die because he wasnât good enough.
Suddenly the whole elevator shook. Another wave from the tide? But they were suddenly moving. Rocketing upwards. Their bodies drifted down until they were pinned to the floor. And then with a loud deafening crack the elevator was split in two.
In a stream of water everyone was forced out of the elevator and onto-
The roof.
Garthâs eyes cleared and then blinked around at the surrounding water. Titans tower was half underwater.
He turned back to his friends. Superman hovered nearby with a worried expression. One half of the elevator still in hand. Flash hardly waited a second, taking Kid Flash and speeding away somewhere. Probably to get medical attention. Batman was holding Robin, who was shivering violently. Speedy was getting cpr from Green Arrow but suddenly turned his head and coughed up a bunch of water. Wondergirl had immediately been scooped up by Wonderwoman and was checked over for injuries as she spat and coughed up water all over her sister. She didnât seem to mind though.
And Arthur. Arthur knelt in front of Garth who hadnât even realized he was crying.Â
âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â
Garth soundlessly shook his head as Arthur brushed his tears away.Â
âI shouldâve- I couldnât- my fault-!â He choked out. Arthurâs face fell from relief and worry to a deep and understanding sadness.
âHey. It is not your fault. Okay?â He said in a surprisingly soft voice.
âThey almost died!â Garth cried. âI had to watch!â He choked on another sob.
Suddenly he was pulled into strong arms and pressed against his chest and uncomfortable battle armor.
Hesitating just a little his arms came around his mentor, his father, barely able to reach all the way around him.
âYou did so well. I am so proud of you.â
âBut-â Garth hiccuped but Arthur didnât let him finish that thought.
âNo. I am proud of you.â He cupped the back of his head and brought him impossibly closer. And Garth closed his eyes and sighed. Letting the tension and terror go as he fully slumped into his fathers protective grasp.
He still felt incredibly guilty. But with Arthurâs arms around him he felt like everything could maybe be okay for now.
Im alllllmost done my next bad things happen bingo square. Writing from the perspective of a character I love despite not knowing them super well.
By the way on a totally definitely unrelated note if you have any comic suggestions for Garth centered stories I would be very interested in reading them.
While this had never happened before, it was an inevitability considering Peterâs primary mode of transportation. Web swinging was dangerous. Hell it was straight up deadly. He could drop from the sky and become a spider shaped splat on the New York pavement. He could fly into a building at high speeds like a bird into a window. Or he could get caught on something and yanked out of momentum mid swing, wrenching his arm sharply out of its socket and leaving him dangling 80 feet in the air. Any guess as to which hypothetical situation Peter had found himself in now?
He had been mid fight with Vulture and the two had been in a high speed chase through the skyscrapers. He had swung out wide to avoid a sharp wing when suddenly he found himself yanked backwards. Caught on an out cropping, some stupid billboard hanging over the side of a building. His spider sense had warned him of the danger. But he had been too distracted, assuming the only danger was in fact the wing coming for his head.
With a loud cry of pain he grabbed the web for dear life before he could go flying off. There was a horrible sound when he snapped taught at the end of the web and then swung backwards. Narrowly missing the building and spinning around rapidly. He heard vulture cackle before flying off into the night. Luckily choosing to escape. He could have taken advantage of just how vulnerable Peter was right now. And it wasnât lost on him that anyone else could take advantage of that vulnerability right now if he didnât get out of this situation soon.Â
Excruciating pain radiating up his arm and down his shoulder. Burning enough to bring tears to his eyes. He panted heavily as his pendulum motion slowed. Keeping still because every swing made it worse. Made his grip slip just another inch. Once he had slowed enough he just barely managed to twist his wrist and wrap the webbing around his hand for a more secure hold. Groaning through gritted teeth as the motion pulled on his arm.
He was in a real pickle. The strand had wrapped around the arm of the billboard and left him hanging out away from the building. Suspended in mid air. He stretched a leg out but couldnât reach the building. Barely coming close to the window level with his body. His body slumped slightly in disappointment before that jarred his arm and he held himself tight again.Â
Okay so. Not great. He needed to relieve pressure on the dislocated arm. Peter reached up for the strand of web with his good arm. He gave it a good swipe and missed. This made him grunt in pain. With a whine he once again hung there. Holding perfectly still while he waited for the sharp burning pull to turn back into a dull throb. With teeth bared he glanced down. A small crowd had started to gather below him. Not good. If social media got wind of this not only would he be deeply embarrassed but anyone online would know that right now Spiderman could do nothing to stop them.
On the up side if word did get out maybe, just maybe, one of the other New York heroes would stop by and give him a hand. That was really unlikely. Best outcome DD would show up. He could trust Daredevil to be professional about it. Hell heâd even take Deadpool. So long as it was not Johnny Storm or the rest of the Fantastic Four. If Johnny caught wind of this Peter would never live it down.
Taking another few steadying breaths he tilted his head back upwards. He couldnât just sit there and wait for rescue. He wasnât some damsel in distress. Reaching up with his good arm he shot another web up to the arm of the billboard. An immense relief as pressure was finally taken off his dislocated shoulder. Then he pressed the button on his web slingers to begin retracting the webbing and began to ascend slowly up to the billboard. His dislocated arm hung limp at his side once he had risen high enough that it was no longer held taught. He saw the metal beam from the billboard coming towards him and sighed in relief.
âNot so fast.â
With a sound like cutting paper the webbing holding his good arm snapped. And Peter plummeted back down, vision going white with pain when his dislocated arm was yanked sharply back up. He hardly realized he was screaming from the agony. He had been in so much pain he hadnât really registered his Spider sense going off.Â
With an ugly cackle Vulture landed on the billboard. Of course he hadnât left. Of course heâd noticed Spider-manâs vulnerable position. How easy it would be to take him out while he dangled helpless in the air.
âLook at you. You really do look like a spider now.â
Peter just dry heaved and tried not to throw up from how intense the pain and vertigo was. Unable to muster a response.
âWhats wrong? Got nothing funny to say?â Vulture took off again. Circling Peter like his namesake. Eyeing up the remaining web holding him up. If he cut it at least Peter wouldnât be suffering anymore. But Vulture seemed content to prolong said suffering.
Peter breathed his way through the pain. His vision was blurring. Threatening to pass out from the intense pain in his arm. His grip was slipping. He was going to fall.
Suddenly Vulture was hit by a blast of flame that sent him flying against the building. He bounced off the wall before recovering and taking off again.
A warm presence rested behind Peter and took his weight off his arm.Â
âItâs okay Pete. Let it go.â The warmth spoke and he let go, trusting his weight to the warmth. He sunk into it in fact as it soothed his aching shoulder like a hot compress.
âIâve got you.â
And as much as he hadnât wanted Johnny to show up he was so relieved he had. The warmth of Johnny's body easing the ache in Peter like a warm compress. He looked up at Johnny briefly, barely able to make out the smug grin he was wearing. And then Peter swiftly passed out.
I was worried it didnât work! Okay! If people want they can suggest a fic based on the above!
I already have a Superman one based on Broken Angel that I am gonna write.
I will write sfw and nsfw with a preference towards platonic sfw family stuff. Iâll write primarily Batfamily, but also some Teen Titans, Young Justice, or Justice League fics. (usually in addition to the bat family) Iâll write Spiderman or Fantastic four or The Legend of Zelda maybe maybe. Im also rewatching Daredevil and am once again obsessing of Foggy and Matt idk their ship name but can these boys kiss already? So thats an option too but I havenât seen past season 2 yet. (I forget everything in season 3 ngl and havenât seen the new season at all)
My top five characters that gimme the brain worms:
Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Slade Wilson, Connor Kent, Damian Wayne, but anyone in the above fandoms and especially the bat family are a-okay!
For romantic ships I like (adults only, or older teens with teens if itâs totally sfw)
So write an ask or reply to this post with a character or a couple of characters or a ship and a square and I will try to write a fic based on that! Otherwise Iâll slowly work on this as I go.
You can also include character age for example if you want a story about child Dick Grayson or Adult Jason Todd. But donât include any canon events I am still working my way through Nightwing 96 which are my first comics. Iâve read a couple other random comics but this is my first time trying to follow an actual storyline haha.
I make no guarantees that I will write the things you suggest but I might! And I will try!
You know I wanted to write a crack crossover fic where Wade Wilson and Slade Wilson were twin brothers. But idk if I know enough about Deadpool to write it haha.
