Hiii I'm Tanny and I noticed a distinct lack of big DC fanfics on sites that weren't just smut so I decided to make my own little blog with stories that I wanted to read and had little more oomph to them. I try my very best with every single one of my fics <3. This isn't an Arrowverse fic blog it's a DC Universe blog if you were still confused lol.
I have seen pretty much every movie, show and game featuring these characters (mostly the animated projects, especially Young Justice) but if you want to make sure your request isn't too OOC give a heads up on what you were reading/watching when you thought of it! I'm always down to talk about Superheroes. But yeah, I'm only actually reading the Absolute Universe so sorry if I get comic lore wrong!!
Requests: Open
Ao3: dcfanficsgallore
I WILL write: Any DC character. Hero or Villain i don't mind. Reader insert is preferable but I'm down to do shipfics (if I agree with it loool). Fem!Reader and GN!Reader please!
I WON'T write: Male!Reader. Smut. Underage characters. Gore. Incest, anything involving the Joker as a likable character
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Wonder Woman:
Didn't plan for this: When a disaster occurs in your city, you do your part in helping out. You just didn't know how this would change your life. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Zatanna:
I dnuof enoemos: All you knew was to run, because if you stopped HE would catch you. So when you finally do stop, you find someone to help you. 1, 2
T'nod eb diarfa: You have a terrible nightmare and wake up feeling distressed. Fortunately your girlfriend is there to cheer you up and make you feel loved.
Nightwing:
I got you: You had a bad depressive episode, fortunately your boyfriend was there to cheer you up
Superman:
Burning Love: Being a firefighter in metropolis is hard work, sometimes you need to ask for help from your boyfriend.
Black Canary:
Bar Fighting: You and your girlfriend have a talk while on a mission.
The Quill:
...Ready For It?: You and The Quill have to team up for a mission, will you succeed?
Hi Sid, I'm in a situation where I might reveal sensitive information
I represent the Milwaukee historical society. Recently, we came into possession of the private documents of a prominent citizen for archival purposes. Upon doing a review of the documents, we discovered a journal that indicated he had actually been a local superhero known as the Bronze Marvel, seen here in a file photo. I apologize for the quality of the image, I think it was improperly upscaled or something, but as far as I can tell he also just looked like that.
The Bronze Marvel hadn't been seen in public since the 1970s, and has no legacy successors or notable rogues, and was never more than a local phenomenon. I kind of blame his appearance for that, as you can see his ability to turn his body to metal was impressive but hardly photogenic. The individual in question passed away within the past ten years, but never revealed their secret identity, nor did they have any next of kin or will dictating how to manage their identity postmortem.
Unfortunately, my training didn't exactly cover edge cases like this, and my institution has no policy in place. Are there established best practices for situations where a superhero's identity has only been revealed after their death? Do we owe the deceased their privacy or do we have a duty to history that supersedes that? What happens if he comes back to life and is somehow young again? There are many questions here that I do not have the answers to, and I would appreciate your expertise. Have you encountered any similar cases that you're at liberty to talk about?
So the answer as to "are there established best practices" for situations like this FULLY depends on what you mean by the word "established".
Because if we're talking about the legal chicanery of inheritance or the like then no, there are no special estate laws in relation to a superhero who dies without having planned for the custodianship of their identity one way or another. Legal organs are REALLY skittish about trying to legislate the pandoras box of secret identities mostly because every other legal outline that's been tried OUTSIDE of letting the superhero community police itself has been catastrophic to say the least. Allowing superheroes to operate in a legal grey zone allows the heroes themselves to behold themselves to the metric that really matters, their ironclad moral precepts and the court of public opinion.
That being said, it's BECAUSE the superhero community is such a self regulated organ based upon bonds of mutual trust and comradery that edge cases like this can get sorted out. Rather than attempting to sort it in house through bureaucratic channels, what *I* can do is I can help you to get it into the hands of the people who can knock on all the right doors.
So, what I want you to do is to pack up everything you think might be "incriminating". The journal that contains the insights to his identity, anything from his estate you think might be related to his heroic career (trophies and the like) and then you are going to mail it HERE to the Perisphere. Our address is public, all you need to do is send it in care of Abigail Mathilda Hunkel with a note somewhere on the box near the label marking it as "Bronze Marvel legacy material". This marks it as museum property so it won't get searched in transit. Just make sure you seal it TIGHT. I'm talking every corner taped shut. Twice. Treat it like you're shipping something illegal. The government would LOVE a peak but can only do it if something "falls out". So give them ZERO wiggle room. This is your most important role in this process I CANNOT overstress it.
What will THEN happen once it gets here is we will keep an eye on it until someone from the JSA can come pick it up (usually Ma Hunkel, it's why putting it in care of her full name is basically a code word). It will then be sorted through the various interpersonal relationships of the superhero community. No matter how obscure or local he was, SOMEONE teamed up with him and SOMEONE knows SOMETHING about where he would have wanted his shit to go. Worst case scenario it will get stored in the archives underneath the Hall of Justice, at which point it will be the decision of any heroes who knew the man personally, or the Justice League at large whether revealing his identity after the fact is a good idea.
This sort of thing happens all the time. When a heroes dies there IS always the chance that it could be temporary. And so it is only with express permission by that person's will that their identity would be revealed right away without getting signed off on by the people who knew and loved them.
OTHERWISE the standing response is to keep the archive on ice for ten years and reveal heir identity THEN. Sort of like changing someone from MIA to KIA after a long enough "search" though in this case its just making sure they don't pop back up in a cloud of magic. If that person should reappear in a form that isn't openly identifiable, then its down to their colleagues to prove it which usually works itself out.
I know it's against the way a lot of the world is programmed to work, where permission is king and written bylaws are the only way to cover your ass. But I promise you there is no way to paperwork our way out of this one. We've gotta go old school and let communal trust relationships handle it.
Just pack it up, send it out in the mail, and know that it is going to be FINE. Because this is what you're going to trust. You're going to trust that Ma Hunkel and the superhero community are committed to doing right by a comrade.
Warnings: Punching, kicking, reader morphs her body a lot.
4134 words (... I don't know how)
h/n = hero name
Masterlist
Summary: You and The Quill have to team up for a mission, will you succeed?
A/N: Hiya! So, I'm gonna ask for a little thing, if you enjoy the fact that y/n uses H/N as a stand in for hero name, tell me. But if you don't I can change my current works to use silly super hero names I (and you in requests) Come up with. Enjoy! <3
The Quill knew she only had one shot at this, the shipment would be leaving New York in the morning, she had to find out who was behind it and stop the virus from leaving the city and entering the wide world.
Her contact told her where the intel was, after calling her nuts for trying to break into it. And looking through her spyglass searching for entrances she had to agree… But! The city was counting on her, and she could not let whoever it was behind this get away with it.
She took a deep breath, taking apart the spyglass and putting it back in their spot upon her suit. Her fingers went up to adjust the brunette wig she was wearing to cover her real blonde locks. It also doubled as a helmet with her masquerade seeming mask. She gave her gold and crimson Red suit a couple tugs, double checking everything else, and after making sure she was all ready, she attached her grapnel to her glove and braced as she shot it at the blind spot in the cameras, climbing toward the roof, where she saw her entrance. It was a vent cover that went down to the ventilation system of the whole building.
When The Quill reached the top, she noticed you… Not really, she noticed a weird shadow and her mask alerted her of the other presence.
“That is the worst disguise you ever tried” She said to the vent cover stuck to the edge of the building.
“It could exist, and it’s not like the guards would notice…” You respond, slowly forming back to your regular shape, your white and black suit and mask a contrast to your… colorful personality, you had told Quill that you were so much more than ‘annoying’. Quill would never understand how your powers work. She took a look at your suit as it came into its shape again, the white and purple contrasted, she told you that, but you just shot back saying that her red and golden suit wasn’t much better. At least she had a mask that covered her eyes, instead of the mouth covering cloth you used.
“What are you doing here, h/n?” She asked, kneeling in front of an actual vent and using a quill to start unscrewing it.
“Probably the same thing as you, Quill. The virus has been making the rounds in the underworld. You want the intel?” She nodded. “Let’s team up!” You say, excited, which earned a small groan from her. “I work alone,” was her response, as she slowly took off the first screw.
“Come on… You know I’m useful, and your broody nature only makes me want to stay.” To prove your point, you stretched your arms, wrapping them around the vent cover and pulling it off with minimal noise.
If you could see her eyes through the mask, you would see her rolling her eyes and tossing a comm to you before climbing in without another word. You put the vent cover aside and raised your mask high enough to put the comm in your ear, then slipped next to her. your body moved in a manner akin to wet noodle, Quill had to admit.
As you two crawled through the vent, you reached a downturn. “We need to go down. Until floor 13,” Quill said, pulling out her grapnel again. You stopped her. “Just grab on.” You secured your legs on the top and stretched down to the next intersection.
As you do so, to the right floor of the vents, you feel The Quill start to climb down your body. “Ugh, I’ll never get used to this.” She says, using your body as a grip to climb down the vent shaft.
When she got down to the intersection, she quietly let go of your suit and crawled further on… Well, where your torso ended. Your neck was stretched way beyond her position, where you were probably doing recon. She gave your stretched neck a tickle to say she was down already, and your butt started coming down. As you walked slowly down, both your butt and your head arrived at the same time. You glared at your butt for being late, and you missed the small smirk the often stoic Quill gave you.
“They have a patrol. The camera room is close by… I guess they wanted to cut costs on wiring the server room and camera room to different floors,” you reported, and the Quill nodded in acknowledgement. “Good. We’ll separate and take one room. You’ll take the server room, I’ll take the guards watching the cameras, and wipe any footage of us they might have.” She looked down with a finger on her chin as you nodded, not one to question her plans.
“You wait for my signal to start doing your thing,” she added quickly, knowing your pension to do what you wanted and being quite flighty.
“Yeah yeah… I know,” you said. “The camera room is down that vent, mine is ahead.” You pointed in the right direction, and The Quill nodded.
“Good luck h/n, don’t screw up your part.” She said, with a warning before crawling away.
You rolled your eyes under your mask, slithering away.
A few seconds of crawling went by, and The Quill found herself right above the guard room, the glow of the screens showing the camera's feed lighting up the vent she was in softly.
She took a small mirror on a stick and looked around… She counted 4 guards, and it seemed easy enough. She also noticed a door cracked open, which was probably for air, and that was all she needed to throw her voice.
“H-Hey guys, what’s this?” She spoke in a deeper voice, trying to lure the guards to the door. She tries to sound scared, unsure, like a newbie. Her efforts were rewarded as the two that were by the door looked around, confused as they walked out, leaving only the two that were sitting down watching the cameras. She carefully took the vent cover off, shuffled quietly to the door, and locked it. It wouldn't buy her infinite time, but just enough to cover her escape. Next, she stealthed her way to the sitting guards, put her hands beside their heads and…
WHACK
Their heads knocked into each other, putting both out of commission with one move.
She quickly pushed one off his chair, settling into position. “You’re clear for the server room.” She spoke to her ear piece, watching the guards movements outside the server room, and yours inside it. She saw you slide in and walk around the servers. “It’s…” She clicked around the screen, checking what server housed what information. “Behind you, third one on the left, just download the info and make yourself scarce.”
She watched you open the server rack, pulling out the keyboard tray and sticking a thumb drive in the port. “Okay, downloading the informa- Oh… Uh oh…” You started to say.
“What? What’s uh oh? Speak Now, dammit” She says frantically, as the guards she distracted earlier was coming back to the room she’s currently in.
“This is… Bigger. Way bigger than we thought. I'm downloading everything, but it’s gonna take some time,” you say, looking at the embedded screen of the server. “How much time?” The Quill asked. “Like… 1-3 minutes?” You answered, not all that sure. Quill huffed, not liking this deviation from her plan.
“Fine, I’ll make something happen. Just stay with the drive.” She huffed, clacking away on the keyboard, blanking the cameras and putting a virus that would corrupt the recordings. She heard your confirmation and had barely enough time to get out of the chair to duck into the shadows in the corner of the room.
The door opens, and the guards that she distracted came back in. They saw the knocked out guards and they panicked, reaching for their walkie talkies. That's when The Quill made her move.
She quickly throws down two smoke bombs, making the dim room even darker, and then she starts fighting the closest guard. She sweeps his leg, then elbows him in his face as he was falling, making sure he’d stay down. The second, bigger guard, had barely any time to react as she flicked a steel quill from her glove, cutting his belt that held the gun and walkie talkie. Soon, she brought her leg above her head to kick him across the face. To her surprise, he took it in the face and threw a punch back. The Quill dodged the slow counter-attack, but was forced to step back. Using his momentum, she clocked him on the face again with her fist. It slows him, but he still hasn’t gone down.
“Hm,” was all she said. She could knock him out with brute force, but that would take time that she did not have. She would have to use something else… An idea lit up in her head, and she takes her grapnel. She pulled the cord and gave herself enough rope for her plan. She waited for him to throw a punch again before the strike hit.
WHOOSH
She ducked under, wrapping his fist in her rope before dodging behind him, circling around. She went high for his wild haymaker with the other hand, tying them together before finally pulling with her entire strength. The big man fell, letting out a big ‘oof’ as he crashed belly first on the floor. The Quill quickly shot the grapnel, attaching it firmly to the concrete wall and knocking the man out with a well placed kick. She had to be sure.
“How far along is it, h/n?” She said to her comm.
“What? Nearly done. Kinda busy… Call back in a sec” She heard you struggling. “Goddammit…” She muttered.
h/n, Self-Appointed Greatest Stretchy Hero Ever, excited about her team up with The Quill
When you got the tip that the intel on whoever was behind the bio-attack on Manhattan was in this building, you barely let your friend finish speaking before jumping on your motorcycle and raced across town to the building that housed the info.
The ship with the virus was leaving town in the morning, and that was unacceptable. You had work in the morning! And you had spent so many Midnights researching and snooping around, this lead had to pan out.
Having arrived at the building that sat across your destination, you parked your motorcycle and got off. Looking up at it, you assumed that the best way to enter was through the ceiling. There was no way you could go in through the front door and not encounter any angry guards. You looked around for anything that might kick your brain into gear, and it wasn’t long until your eyes caught two lamp-posts close by. “Ah ha!” you said, to no one but yourself, launching an arm to attach to one post, then the other. You walked back, stretching yourself to then, finally…
WHAM!
You jumped and let go of the posts, letting your tongue out as you slingshotted yourself to the top. After a couple of seconds in the air, you saw the top of the building and quickly shot out an arm to grab onto the ledge. You overshot the height a little bit and landed on top of the building with some weight, which briefly made you bounce, but you caught yourself.
After you dusted yourself off from the perfect entrance, you soon heard someone else on the roof, and quickly, you changed your shape to the first thing that came to your mind when you thought of ‘rooftop’; An air vent… Okay maybe you were too close to the edge so if anyone was paying attention, they would at the very least walk closer to inspect you, but no one ever pays attention to–
“That is the worst disguise you ever tried,” a voice said. The Quill’s voice! Quick! Be normal about it.
“It could… Exist…” Nailed it! Aaand she’s looking away. Quick! Get her to team up!
The rest of your encounter was you trying to be nonchalant and making yourself very useful for The Quill, letting her use you as a rope and boss you around. It was pretty different from your day job where you were the boss.
When you got to the server, you heeded her instructions and plugged in your flash drive, but as you looked at the screen attached… This was bigger. Probably bigger than either of you were expecting. You told her so and asked for a couple minutes, earning a groan, but acknowledgement. You kept clicking through the files that were being downloaded, reading and absorbing all information. Doing so caused you to miss the opening of the server room door. A guard doing his rounds must have heard the clicking and gone in to investigate.
“Hey!” He exclaimed at your presence. You turned your head back to him. He went for his gun, pulling it out and pointing it at you. “Don’t move!” He commanded. You put your hands up at the sudden threat.
“Look, it’s nothing personal, I just wanted some info, we don’t have to do this.” You spoke softly, Fearless, slowly stepping forward to him.
“DON’T move.” A second guard said, coming from behind a server next to you, keeping his gun high and aimed at you. You sighed, you were surrounded, and they had guns. “Fighting it is then.”
You stretched yourself, like a spring you leaped backwards to be behind the guard that had flanked you, using the momentum from your jump you allowed your arms to catch your weight before pushing and connecting your feet to the guard’s back. He flew forward towards his partner crashing into him.
They fell to the floor but the kicked guard’s mate pushed his stunned friend off of himself, reaching for his gun he aimed it at you and fired two shots. You were able to dodge both with your elasticity. “Hey! Those servers are probably expensive.” You said.
Stretching out your arm you grabbed his gun, pulling it toward you, along with the guard himself. He came in angry, as soon as he was within reach of you he threw a punch, you dodged by stretching your neck and moving your head out of the way. You took the opportunity to wrap your head around him, you snaked your head around his outstretched arm then wrapped his stomach, one of your hands still holding onto the gun, now forgotten in his hand as he watched you wrap yourself around him.
Your comm crackled and you heard The Quill: “How far along is it, h/n?”. You huffed but responded as the other guard had gotten up and was charging at you both. “What? Nearly done. Kinda busy… Call back in a sec”. You knew she would probably run here but right now you were busy, stretching your foot out to kick the charging man, he surprisingly was able to dodge the kick and hit you both, sending all three of you tumbling into a server.
The Quill, Super Hero and busy person, kinda regretting this whole team up
Right after you stopped talking to her, The Quill thought you’d screw it up. She knew this fight would have alerted someone to things not being fine on this floor. She picked up a walkie talkie from one of the knocked out guards. when she heard someone say on the radio.
“Ryder! What the hell is going on? Answer me!” She pursed her lips concentrating on a male sounding voice and went for it. “Yeah, it’s all good just some of the guys talking smack about last night’s game.” She was hoping this lie would at the very least buy the two of you some time. The radio crackled back to life: “Right, tell Bobby to not be so butthurt about the score.” The voice on the radio chuckled, The Quill forced a chuckle back, “Sure thing boss.”. And with that she bolted out of the room to see what kind of trouble you had gotten yourself into.
She turned the corner that led to the server room and opened the door to see you…
Well, you needed help, that was for sure, but the situation was better than she thought.
You were tangled up with the two guards you clearly had fought against, your limbs were wrapped around yourselves keeping you three together in a ball of people, you keeping them stuck together.
“Hi… The data is finished downloading” You said shyly from your mess of limbs. The Quill looked at the flash drive in the server rack then back to you. “I might need some help.” You added. She sighed but walked over to the flash drive pulling it off and stashing in her belt, then she made her way to you three making sure that the guards were unconscious by knocking them out with a well-placed punch she began to work on the knot.
“How did this…” She started to ask. “Don’t worry about it, it happens more times than you’d think. I usually start squeezing until they get knocked out then take my time disentangling” You explained, “I’m glad you’re here, this is way faster.” You said, grateful.
After a minute she had gotten you out of your predicament and you two made your way to the vent that was on the ceiling. “You need a boost?” You asked while taking off the grate by stretching your arms to it and pulling it off. Not responding she leaped high and went in without trouble. “Show off…” You said grumbling while stretching to get inside.
You two crawled around until you got to the well of vents you had been in before. “We need to go down to the lower level and exit by the garage.” The Quill explained, you looked at her chuckling. “Nah, I got an exit strategy on the rooftop, it’s faster and safer. Come on.” You began to stretch up towards the roof, using your hands to secure yourself and let her climb up your body. The Quill still thought it was weird.
After scaling your torso, you two continued to the vent you had come from, taking off the grate you climbed out offering The Quill your hand. She then got out and looked at you.
“Well, where’s your exit?” She asked. You closed your neglected hand and pointed to the edge of the building “Over there.”
She walked over and looked out from the edge, not seeing anything. “I don’t get it, where’s-” She was cut off by you tackling her off the building, holding her tightly. She thought you were insane, about to kill yourself and her too.
She did not dwell in those thoughts too much because as you were falling your body began to morph, your torso catching the wind and expanding until your fall slowed down. You had become a parachute.
The fall had slowed down enough for her to look up and see your head looking down at her, she swore you were grinning under the mask, that pissed her off. “How DARE you throw me off a roof!?” She exclaimed “You can’t do something like this without running it by me first!”
“I know I know.” You said, you were definitely grinning. “But I thought it would be funny to surprise The Quill with a fast way down. And it was!” You chuckled, actually chuckled. She noticed that you weren’t worried about her reaction or the fact that you had just pushed her off a freaking building! She let it go and enjoyed the ride.
Getting to ground level took a moment but you glided to an alley pretty far from the building, letting The Quill down. You landed next to her, your body returning to its original form.
She took a few steps back, gaining her footing.
“Do not do that again.” She said with a warning “I’m going to check this intel and thank you” she said.
“Yes of course I have to get going too…” You did, it was nearly four am and you had to work in a few hours. “Stay safe, Quill” You said before slingshotting yourself to the other side of the city.
“Yeah, I will…” She muttered, plugging the drive into her gauntlet and sending all the information to the police department. She hated not being the one to bring the traffickers down but she also had work in the morning, a dawn performance, she couldn’t disappoint her fans.
y/n, most of the time h/n but she still has to work, Madison Square Garden.
Useless. Everyone here was useless, the lights were still being checked, the opening acts were getting stale and your star was nowhere to be seen.
“Emma!! Where’s the main act?” You yelled to one of the technicians, “I- I don’t know Ms. l/n. We’ve been calling her phone but we can only assume-” You cut her off “Don’t assume, know. Now go! Don’t talk to me unless you have good news!” You sent her to take care of it. Glancing at your clipboard then at your watch, you wished The Quill was here. She would get everyone on line including the singer you were supposed to control. You had a Reputation to keep!
You huffed, 10 minutes until it started and you had to have her on that stage. You busied yourself, pulled some strings and added a couple more songs to the opener band’s set list, buying yourself 13 more minutes.
Checking your watch again, with the added time you had 22 minutes, the police should be moving into the ship with the virus and its maker by now, The Quill was probably with them, that reassured you. Maybe tonight you could see her again, you had heard about an illegal dog fighting ring perhaps you could… Wait, the girl you sent after the main act was back.
“Well?” You asked as she looked at you with a bit of fear. “She’s here, she’s in her dressing room, getting ready.” She said, and waited for your reaction.
“Finally. Tell everyone it’s go time, grab the announcer, this morning has to go perfect. If we do this right we’re out of here by lunch.” You patted the intern on the shoulder earning a big smile from the wide-eyed young woman.
You started to make your way to the control room.
The Quill, also a famous singer, you might know her? It’s-
“Taylor Swift?” Someone knocked on her dressing-room door, The Quill- er Taylor, mashed her super-suit into her suitcase. Right after sending the info to the police she grappled through the whole city in record time only stopping one time to help a kitty stuck in an intersection with cars whizzing by.
She was just barely on time, managing to sneak into the MSG’s dressing room and send a text to her agent that she got inside. No one would question that she had shown herself in.
“Yes? I’ll be right out!” She said, kicking the case below the couch and just before opening the door she realised she was still wearing her mask, she took it off and tossed far behind her into the enormous closet the crew had put there for all her outfits. She opened the door and saw the woman in charge of the whole operation, a hard-ass boss called y/n.
“Man, you don’t even have make-up on yet! MAKEUP!” You yelled out taking her to the chair in front of the mirror inside the greenroom. After a couple minutes the amazing artists made her look like the celebrity everyone came to see. She picked the outfit and in record time she was ready to go on stage.
“I’m so sorry, my car broke on the way and the city was so full…” She started to explain but you stopped her. “Don’t make excuses, you’re here now, let’s not do this.” You said. Nodding to a couple of PAs as they ushered Taylor to the platform that was going to rise with her on it right into the stage.
“Break a leg.” You said to her with a relieved smile.
“Break a leg.” She said back with a thumbs up.
“Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor to present to you… TAYLOR SWIFT!” The announcer exclaimed and the crowd went wild.
She could beat up goons without cracking a smile or feeling anything, but this, this would get her stomach the feeling it was dropping just like when h/n threw her off a building. Well, now it was time to do this.
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A/N: Happy april fools <3 But the part about h/n vs super hero names was serious
Summary: You and your girlfriend have talk while on a mission.
A/N: Hello! This fic was purely made for the fight scene, I kinda get kick of writing these now so expect more! The ending was being difficult though... So everyone thank @dawnoftime22 for coming in and putting me on the correct path, check them out if love fluffy and cute fics. Also if any of the moves seem familiar to Injustice moves, good. hehe
Worst. Valentine’s Day. Date. Ever. You thought, adjusting the zoom of your binoculars, looking through one of the windows of the dingy bar Dinah was sure your mark was at. Was it too much to ask for one normal date? Or at least a stake-out in somewhere like Vegas? Where you two could go watch a boxing match right across the street from your mission? You didn’t think so! But noooo, dive bar with sketchy dudes going in and out constantly it was…
“I checked out the perimeter, only one back exit, we can block it when we’re inside… What?” Dinah said when she arrived at the top of the building you two were staked out at, right as she arrived she could tell you were upset.
“This is not how I imagined today going.” You said simply, still looking through the binoculars. You heard her let out a soft huff.
“We’re bringing a criminal to justice.” She replied, you had to agree that was satisfying, not as satisfying as doing literally anything else.
“Couldn’t we do it tomorrow? I’m pretty sure we could tail him home and…”
“Tailing him will take even more time, also you know he has his own security, he’s bound to have more muscle at his place. No, this is the only spot in town with security relaxed enough that we will be able to apprehend him.” She reasoned, cutting your thoughts. You scoff, putting the binoculars away. “I still think this is too easy.” You mention, earning a shrug from Dinah.
“Intel seems legit, Steven Mandragora is going to meet a weapons dealer tonight, at 10pm, if we do this right we can get him, the dealers and the weapons all in one place.” She pleaded, her tone a little irritated that she had to explain this to you for a third time tonight.
“Hm. Yeah, the big crime boss and his cronies are just there, gift wrapped for us?” You say, still a little skeptical but you put on your domino mask in preparation for going down there.
“Will you just keep an eye out for the target?” She huffs.
“I did, he went inside.” You reply, taking your satchel and checking for everything inside it.
“What? When?” Dinah exclaims in disbelief.
“Five minutes ago.” You finally look at face with a smirk, she rolls her eyes.
“Why didn’t you…”
“You were explaining the plan again, I felt it was rude to interrupt.” Your smirk widens, this was petty, yes, but it felt good to tease her like this. You wink at her before jumping down the building, swinging through fire escapes and light fixtures before landing on the ground.
“I can’t believe…” She starts before jumping down after you. “Don’t do that again.” She says when landing next to you as you two start walking towards the bar.
“Don’t schedule a mission on valentine’s day again” You reply without missing a beat.
“For the last time, I don’t ‘schedule’ missions, I just…” She starts to say as you two enter the bar, she gets interrupted by the sound guns being cocked and knives being pulled out. “Follow the intel”. She finishes her thought in a low voice taking in the surroundings.
You two looked around, taking in the enemies, on your side you could see a few by the bar top and tables next to it. On her side Dinah could see mostly armed men behind tables, before you could look at each other, you two heard a rather shrill laugh coming from behind the two goons directly in front of you.
“Yes, the intel. The intel saying that a SM was going to be here” the slimy voice says. The two goons part and Mandragora steps between them, the large crime boss has a devilish grin on his face “I’m afraid that was a trap. I knew that my recent actions were bound to bring heroes to my doorstep so I laid out some breadcrumbs… And it looks like I caught two birds with one stone.” He puts his hands together clearly pleased with himself.
“I told you this was too easy!” You snap at Dinah causing Mandragora to furrow his brows in confusion.
“Oh please, it’s not like your idea was much better.” She replies in the same tone. “You think this situation would play out any differently in his house?!”
“Well at least we wouldn’t need to hear his awful monologue! And another thing…” You exclaim before unclipping your satchel and throwing it at Mandragora's face, hitting him square in the nose, causing him to recoil and hit some of his henchmen.
“Get them!” Mandragora says, clutching his nose, prompting his men to start pulling out their guns and cock their fists.
Dinah takes the opportunity to backflip backwards, landing on top of a goon’s shoulders, bringing him down to the floor quickly. She brings her fists up and disarms the man next to her before palming his chest hard, sending him flying to a table, shattering it.
You immediately go low, doing a splits before kicking the goon that was at your side’s legs out from underneath him. You slap the firearm out of his hand, sending it hurling towards a larger goon's stomach.
Dinah gets up from the floor and starts throwing punches with the next guy, making her way to Mandragora.
“Don’t let him leave!” She yells out, earning a scoff from you as you dodge a knife swing.
“Or what? You’ll take me to a dingy bar to get into a fight with the henchmen of a crime boss?” You pause to take a bottle from the bar and whack it across the head of the man swinging the knife. “Oh wait…” You say, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Dinah rolls her eyes, kicking a chair for you to use as a platform as you toss the broken bottle at Mandragora’s shoulder. He screams and falls to his knees.
A gunshot rings out and you look out to see Dinah struggling with a goon with a gun, both holding onto it with both hands. Acting quickly, you flip over the one you’re fighting, hooking your arms with his, back to back, you use your weight to toss him over your head and onto the one struggling with Dinah. The man crashes onto the other one by some tables, shattering them.
“Why do you care so much about this day anyway!” She exclaims after whipping her head towards you, also mad about your behavior tonight. “You’ve always said that you don’t care about these stupid holidays.”
“Well that was until- Agh!—” You were cut off by one of the disarmed guards tackling you onto the bar, your back getting hit by the sharp edge of it. Thankfully, your suit took most of the energy.
Bringing your hand to the back of the bartop, you grab the water tap’s hose, and pull it back roughly so that it ripped it off the sink, sending it off to hit the man on his bald head, and quickly wrapping the metal hose around his neck, you start tightening it.
“Until last year, when you took me to Russia and we took down that dog fighting ring- will you stay still?!” You exclaim to the man struggling to get air beneath you. He struggles under you, before slumping and letting you get off the bartop.
“Russia?! You said you didn’t care for the cold, you were being so clingy!” She catches a fist going for her face turning the man to you using his momentum, acting quickly you drop to the floor and flip him over your head to the back of the bar, he crashes into the bottles kept there, shattering them all before slumping behind the bar.
“I was acting clingy because I wanted you to pay attention to me!!-- GUN!” You replied, and screamed out a warning, using the bar behind you as leverage to jump and flip across the bar, bringing your foot out. The grunt receives an overhead strike to his arm, dropping the gun instantly. He had leaned forward from the force of the kick, so you use that when you land, bringing your other leg to strike the back of his neck, which had made him drop him in two strikes, and left you standing next to Dinah.
“I’m always paying attention to you!” she makes her point by pushing you away, a knife whiffing between you both. She palms the hand of the man holding it, causing him to drop it and stagger towards you. Using the opportunity, you bring your knee sky high, striking the assailant on the nose, and as his head whipped back, Dinah took a hold of his neck to slam the man face first towards the floor.
“I see…” You say, panting and thinking that this fight had gone on for a little too long. But as you look around, you two realize that the only other person standing— Or well, kneeling with a broken bottle in his shoulder…was Mandragora.
You picked up your satchel that you had thrown at him, deciding to put it around your shoulder as you both made your way towards him. “I guess today was pretty fun. I was wanting to hit someone,” You said to Dinah, and she took out her handcuffs to put around the crime-lord’s wrists.
“So you’ll let me pick our next date?” She asks, bringing the man to his feet. It was obvious the police had been called by the sounds of the blaring sirens, and it was probably from the neighbors hearing all the commotion.
“Absolutely not. I like punching, but it’s not the most romantic date idea…” You help her lift the large man to his feet, noticing the red on his face, along with the bleeding nose. “You got something to say, sunshine?”
“I will kill you both!” He yelled out, trying to escape your grip, but between the adrenaline in both your systems and his busted shoulder, he could only flail a bit on the walk through his destroyed bar.
“I’m sure you will.” Dinah said, stepping over some shattered bottles.
You took a look around, seeing the state of things from all the chaos that ensued. The chairs and tables were reduced to splinters, the sink behind the bar was spilling water since you ripped the hose, the drinks that were once on display were either shattered or at least cracked and missing half their contents.
“A date here doesn’t seem all that nice either,” you spoke out, walking alongside the two. Looking around, noting the scene was not too far from your first meeting.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure you thought I was going to suggest we have one here.” Dinah rolled her eyes with a smirk. "That was one time!"
“Of course not,” you followed up with your own words, not hesitating for even a second. Dinah stared at you. It made your cheeks heat up, to which you quickly looked away. “Maybe just a little...”
“It was a teensy bit, I promise.” you added, pinching your thumb and index finger. “Ugh…are you two done now? Just hand me over already, I’m tired of hearing you talking,” the crime-lord between you both spoke weakly.
“Oh? You’re tired of us? I’m hurt, truly.”
Dinah held back a smile, but rolled her eyes, pushing him off to the police that had arrived. They shove him into the backseat easily, seeing as you both had taken care of him.
Finally, you two were alone again, and the place was left to the officers to clean up.
“So…the date…” you turn back to Dinah, seeing her under the moonlight and the glow of the street lamps, illuminating her features. She pursed her lips, looking at you.
“The date.”
You sighed, realizing you both had come to a block in the path of trying to figure it out.
“Okay, there's no point in staying here with all these bright lights and people if it's just gonna give me a headache…” you murmured under your breath, to which she raised a brow to, but kept her eyes on you. The red and blue sirens certainly were bright, and dazing as officers talked through their walkie-talkies.
You walked forward past her before suddenly stopping, and noticing the gentle orange glow of a restaurant nearby.
It was a few minutes walk away, and still seemingly calm with few people. You guessed they hadn’t heard all the fighting nearby, especially with the loud club booming right across the street from them.
Quickly, you took Dinah’s hand and dragged her towards it, and in the meanwhile, her eyes widened, an exclamation leaving her lips– “Hey!”
“Where are we going?”
“That restaurant. Come on, it’s perfect for a date! And you want to make this night better, don’t you?” You looked back squinting, knowing she didn’t have a response, nor would she want to. Spending time with you is always amazing.
She blinks, trying to follow up with your steps. “Okay, but– wait, quit dragging me!” she said, although in all of the truthfulness, you could drag her all you wanted and she wouldn’t mind.
You laughed softly, not stopping, but slowing down. In the quieter part of the streets, it nearly echoed, and she had to keep herself from entirely gazing off at you. It was the gentlest thing she’s heard in days.
By the time you both arrived, she breathed heavily, trying to catch herself a moment of a break. It felt almost more exhausting than the fight you two had against the criminals earlier. She adjusted her jacket and looked at you slowly, noticing that you were not making any move to change out your mission outfit.
“You do know… That… We’re… Still wearing our suits, right?”
“I know.” You smirked, adjusting your mask over your eyes but ditching the gloves, they were good for punching, not using silverware.
You led Dinah to the entrance of the restaurant, the live music still playing and the place was decently full.
“A table where it's quiet, please.”
The staff member that was standing at the front looked at both of you skeptically, usually serving superheroes might get their place wrecked but considering the police sirens over by the bar far away, he assumed you two had had your fill of fighting for tonight and actually just wanted some food, he nodded. “Right away.” He checks the tables available in his table and calls up a waiter to seat you and Dinah.
The waiter leads you past the few tables that were already taken, up until you get to the corner with the prettiest dim lighting.
“All set and ready for you.” He gently gestured out with his arm, the table already clean, and the seats comfy for you two to sit on.
You thanked him, and sat across from Dinah.
“I’m paying.” She said, taking one of the menus. “Least I could, do. After I lead you into that trap”.
“It’s fine, I have led us into many traps before. But I will take the free food.” You chuckled, reaching across the table for her hand and smiling softly.
Maybe this Valentine’s day could be great after all.
Warnings: Fire, lack of air, kids in danger, fire, a cat stuck in a tree
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Summary: Being a firefighter in metropolis is hard work, sometimes you need to ask for help from your boyfriend.
A/N: I'm back! Sorry it took so long, this one was sitting in my drafts at, like, 80% done for a couple months. Didn't have the energy to finish it :/.... But now I'm back, and I'll do a few requests before getting back to my series
As soon as you got the call you guys knew it was a big one. You’ve been doing this job long enough that you could tell when a fire was gonna take a lot of effort to get under control. Metropolis was especially flammable this time of year, summer brought warm and clear skies but it also dried the air and lower levels of humidity made it so a spark could start a fire.
Not even the nighttime was safe, it was around 23:30 your station got the alert, and you all got prepared speeding out in the truck hoping to get to the building in time.
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A few tense silent minutes later your team got to the building and realized this was gonna be a long night. You immediately turned to your captain,
- I’m going in. - You said simply
- Not without backup you won’t - She looked to one of your colleagues - Jackson! Go with L/N
You smiled a tight smile at Jackson, he always was the one that got into these situations with you.
- Try and keep up - You said picking up the oxygen tank
- Dude, you’re always the one that slows me down - he shot back. You two always did little jokes like this to hype each-other up before you went into a building.
Both of you turned back to the burning building getting ready to go inside and search for victims. Not before you subtly pressed a little button inside your pocket. This fire felt like it could turn into a catastrophe very fast.
Inside the building you and Jackson went through it like so many times before; getting people out, breaking down obstacles and making a path so you didn’t get lost. That was… Until.
- Jackson! Need a hand! - You yelled out, the fire was roaring around you and the smoke was starting to thicken. A piece of the wall had fallen in front of a door and you hear a little boy inside crying out for help.
- Help! Please! My mom isn’t doing well! - You heard him cry out between coughs.
- Just hang on kid, we’re almost there. - You swung your ax again and tried to muscle through. Still not enough. - Jackson! - You screamed again, you saw his blurry figure move next to you
- On three! - He screamed and counted. On three you both threw your bodies onto the piece of debris finally getting through the door.
You clocked the kid and his mom, the mom wasn’t moving except for a few coughs, the child looked no more than five years old, scared out of his mind and coughing badly.
- Get the kid, I got the mom. - Jackson said, you nodded and knelt to pick up the kid
- Let’s go buddy, we’re getting out of here. - You said trying to sound comforting.
- What about my mom? - He asked.
- My friend over there has her, you’ll both make it out. - You picked him up. - We’re going, okay? - He gave you a small nod and you tucked his head on your shoulder, doing your best to shield him from more smoke than he had already inhaled.
You turned around to see the silhouette of Jackson walking out carrying out the mom, making your way towards the exit your foot went through one of the boards, getting stuck.
The child screamed at the sudden drop but you assured him everything was fine and started to take your foot off the hole. The smoke was starting to thicken and your fire protection outfit was starting to get warm, you could feel yourself getting tired but you had to keep going. You could see the corridor that led to the exit. This boy had to get out, he had to be with his mom. So, with all the strength you could muster… You grabbed your ax, bringing it down on the trap you were stuck in! Finally getting it out and running towards the exit.
At some point you must’ve holstered the ax since both your hands were clutching the little boy, but you were on auto-pilot just gunning it for the exit.
When you smelled the fresh air you were able to open your eyes fully and see the ambulances outside, a paramedic met you half-way. You dropped the kid off, after a bit of coercing the little boy to let go, you looked back at the building. The flames getting bigger by the second and you knew there were more people inside, but before you could make the decision to go back in. You saw him.
- Superman!
Clark Kent, currently Superman, hoping to go see his partner soon
- C’mon little buddy, there’s no need to be scared - Clark spoke softly with arms stretched out
The cat, Teddles as he had learned from the little girl crying below, was still a little scared, understandable since he was on top of the tallest tree in Metropolis Park. Clark smiled and spoke.
- You’re gonna be fine, Teddles. - The cat’s head perked up at the mention of its name. - Yes, Teddles, come on
The cat, without warning jumped into Superman's arms, only because he was indestructible that he didn’t get scratched.
Clark swooped down holding the cat.
- Here you go - He said to the little girl, who was now hugging her cat and wiping her tears - Keep a better eye on him next time.
- Say “Thank you Superman” - Her mother said in a soft tone
- Thank you Superman - the little girl said opening a small smile
- You’re welcome - He said, kneeling down and the cat a couple scritches, poor thing must have been on that tree for hours.
- Thank you Superman, I didn’t want to stay out this late but she was really worried about the cat. - The mom said to Clark - I’m sure you didn’t expect to be picking cats from trees at this hour…
- It happens more often than you’d thi- - A beep, no multiple beeps. Three short followed by three long, in a repeating pattern. SOS! - Are you guys okay? - He asked the two, after a short nod Clark took off at super speed flying, trying to hear where you were.
He knew that your job was dangerous, handling fire everyday was hardly a “safe job” but he wasn’t one to talk about safety. So when he managed to make you take a little clicker with you, just in case you needed his help, he was always on the lookout for it. You hardly used it, something about him already having his hands so full all the time and you being able to handle your tasks without a “super-crutch” (your air quotes). But you both knew you wanted to impress him.
He began to make a lap of Metropolis trying to locate the sound’s origin. He found it.
The building was an inferno, he had put out bigger fires sure, but this one had people inside it. He started to look into the building trying to find you, when he heard your voice.
- Superman!
He smiled wide before landing beside you, you had a line of ash around your nose and mouth probably from wearing the oxygen mask and spoke.
- Is everyone out? - you shook your head
- The higher floors still have people, our ladder can’t get close enough.
- I’ll get them - He nodded - Will you..
- We’ll get the fire under control - You finished his sentence before looking around and sneaking a quick kiss on his cheek. - For luck.
He blushed a bit and took off, disappearing into the burning building.
Inside the building Clark began to go through each floor with precision, break down doors, grab whoever is inside, get out, get in, repeat. It took him a while but with your help getting the flames down he was able to get everyone with only minor injuries.
After getting everyone out Superman began working on the fire itself, flying around the building so fast he was creating a vacuum in the middle. Sucking the air from the building, putting out the flames. He heard you telling everyone to back away, knowing the effects of his speed, not long after the building was left as a giant charred and smoking.
Clark stared at the smoking building for a while looking for whatever had caused it to go up in flames when the sound of your voice calming down an old lady cut through his focus. He smiled, the fire was already out and maybe you had some insight.
Landing behind you the old lady that was sitting on the stretcher widened her eyes at his appearance.
- I’m fine, dear, I think you should take care of him. - The old lady said to you, he saw you tilt your head in a little confusion but still nodded and turned around. The old lady’s stretcher getting wheeled out by a paramedic
- I don’t think he needs any help. - You chuckled when you looked at him, reaching up and wiping some ash from his face. - There we go.
He smiled a bit at the interaction.
- Lieutenant L/N. - He said in a semi-serious voice
- Superman. - You replied in the same curt tone
- Do you know what might have caused this? - He asked
You shook your head but gave him a smile.
- No, but I think the reporters coming will probably be able to get more information. - Your smile turned into a smirk. - I’m sure Ms. Lane would be delighted to have the byline all to herself.
- She wouldn’t dare. - He smiled back. - But you’re right, maybe the reporters will have better luck.
You looked behind him and met his eyes.
- Well? Are you gonna ask questions? Or Answer them? - You nodded your head to the news vans driving up to the smoking building. Clark looked back and smiled.
- See you in a bit. - He chuckled before taking off.
Lieutenant Y/N L/N, Firefighter, dreading this next part
You were dreading this next part, hearing questions you couldn’t possibly know the answer to, being flashed by cameras and filmed by a lot more and while having to keep a cool head even though you were still high on adrenaline.
The only saving grace was the cute reporter from the Daily Planet and his best friends would be here as well, their questions weren’t easier to answer but you knew they wouldn’t take your words out of context and plaster some lie on the front page.
You adjusted your uniform and wiped some ash from your face, taking a deep breath, you went to your captain.
- News vans are here - You said in a tone more akin to “a caravan full of flaming bears are here”
- Damn they’re fast, can you..? - She looked at you, letting out a resigned sigh as you nodded, you knew she’d tell you to handle them. But you could dream.
- Yeah, do you have anything for me to tell them?
- Tenants think it’s a gas leak, apparently it was supposed to be fixed tomorrow but… Well - She gestured to the building.
- Late night snack?
- Late night snack.
- Alright, that should be enough. Don’t leave without me, boss. - You said as you started making your way to the modest number of reporters coming, it was almost midnight! Don’t they ever sleep?
The police had arrived at some point and already established a perimeter, not allowing the reporters to come closer to the injured or the hot rock that was once livable. You touched one of the officers on the shoulder, asking to be let through, he gave you a sympathetic look before letting you get to the journalists.
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The whole process must’ve taken, like, half an hour but it felt like an eternity. The same questions being asked, some of them were more invasive than others, the only saving grace were the two reporters and the cameraman from the Daily Planet.
- Lieutenant L/N. Lois Lane with the Daily Planet - You heard Lois say making you turn your head to her, you could see Clark beside her with a note pad while she was using her phone to record your voice and Jimmy was behind them with a camera. - What kind of precautions do you think people should take so this doesn’t happen again?
You smiled a bit, these were the kind of questions you want to be asked but they don’t make for good headlines, so everybody skips them. Not the only two reporters that you know have ears and don’t have to repeat questions.
After the round of questions, the police started to usher the press away. You decided to answer one more question, from the cute reporter with the glasses.
He blushed, and you realized you had said that out loud.
- I mean… I’ll answer one more question before going back. - You cleared your throat.
Clark stepped up, adjusting his glasses in the most adorable way possible.
- What was it like, working with an all powerful and strong being, like Superman? - he asked, a grin on his lips. The man didn’t like to talk about his other life most times, but you could see he wanted to put you on the spot.
You rolled your eyes but answered dutifully, wiping the ash from your face.
- Well, he could have arrived sooner couldn’t he? - You smirked, looking at him from the side. He narrowed his eyes at you, just at the corner of your vision - But this way you can see that the Metropolis Fire Department is always there for you!
You finished with a little ad for the department, just like the chief taught you. You gave the crowd of reporters one last scan before your eyes settled on Clark, he was writing in his notepad probably in the shorthand way he always used while in interviews, he tried to teach you how to read it once but it was way too difficult for your brain. Clark looked up and saw you staring at him, he gave you a small genuine smile before a few cops started to usher out the reporters.
You saw them walking away and couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the sight of Clark’s neck having ash over it, clearly a spot he had missed when changing.
Warnings: Depressive episode, anxiety, minor suicidal thoughts, crying. But it has a happy ending. Hurt/comfort
1K words
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Summary: You had a bad depressive episode, fortunately your boyfriend was there to cheer you up
A/N: Hiiii, I know this is a weird one to post but I just had one of the worst depressive episodes ever and after a long shower, this came out. It helped me to write out everything with my comfortiest character, I hope you enjoy it! DPFT 4 is coming I just needed to get this out of me first.
PS: This was written in, like, two hours not proofread at all Sorry!
Nightwing knew the second he got the notification on his mask, to drop everything and go back to your place. He gave you that for this specific reason and he would not disappoint when you actually used it. But first, he made a quick-stop.
After carefully opening the front door to the apartment and laying the bags he brought on the counter, he found you curled up on the couch, tear-stained cheeks staring into nothing, not even registering that he had arrived. This was a particularly bad depressive-episode and he knew that this would be difficult, but Dick Grayson isn’t one to leave when things are hard.
You felt the end of the couch dip slightly, you didn’t even remember calling him. Way inside your own mind to remember much but the little button with his symbol on it was in your hand. So that explained it.
- You came - You said, voice quiet still not meeting his eyes. You didn’t think he’d come, he has a whole city to protect, you’re far less important than the city. No one would notice if you just disappeared.
- I did. - He said scooching a little closer - What made you think I wouldn’t? - His tone was light, wanting you to open up but not pressuring either.
- I don’t know, I just… Thought you had more important things. I don’t want you to drop everything when I’m sad, I’ll be fine. - You said, still keeping your voice low, not trusting yourself to not burst into tears.
That when he decided to try and interlace your fingers together, when you didn’t push him away he kissed your fingers.
- You’re not just sad, and it’s the least I could do, you’ve been with me for so many of my worst moments I’m honored you called me.
- But, the city. You just left it alone, I can’t be more important than this place you just- - You started to ramble, repeating yourself, falling deeper and deeper. He saw this happening and put his other on top of yours, placing it on top of his heart. Grounding you as you felt his calm heartbeat.
- You ARE important to me, you are important to so many people. The city can exist without me, but I don’t know if I can without you - He said honestly and that broke through, you threw yourself on him sobbing and holding him for dear life, he still smelled like his cologne even though he’d been out fighting crime for a while. The smell brought you comfort. - You want to tell me what’s got you like this. - He spoke quietly into your ear holding you tightly, his arms protecting you from anything.
You told him about your day, and how you hadn’t been taking your meds for a couple days since they ran out and you didn’t have the energy to get more. Throughout it you never let go of him, he stayed still and listened intently, only letting out a low-hum when you mentioned your meds.
- Do you feel better? - Dick asked softly - Or do I need to bring out my secret weapon? - He said with a little more joy, he knew that when you got it all out of yourself you were more susceptible to his games.
- What did you bring? - You said, a little smile forming. You knew he never half-assed his attempts to cheer you up, so of course he brought something. Even though just his presence was enough.
- It’s a surprise. - You pulled yourself out of his chest and pouted. You both knew he couldn’t resist it. So he covered his eyes, not wanting to fall prey to your charm.
- No fair. - you nudged his shoulder, he chuckled. Dick uncovered his eyes and smiled at you.
- I’m gonna prepare the surprise. Are you okay with picking a movie for us? - You knew what he was asking, he was asking if you needed him to stay with you some more. But you were better now that Dick had returned home, so you nodded.
After a few minutes you put on a musical for both of you to watch, and he returned to the living room. Balancing two cups of hot chocolate on one hand and two plates of pancakes on the other, all while humming a circus song. He really looks like a balancing act from the circus, or the beginning of a clown act if you didn’t help him.
- Grayson! You’re gonna drop them if you try this any longer - You lightly scolded him before taking the plates.
- I’d never put innocent pancakes on the line for a joke! - He retorted with a fake offended look.
- Pancakes? - You looked at the plates. - but it’s 10pm.
- You have school tomorrow? - He asked with a smirk - We’re both adults! We can eat whatever we want whenever we want.
- You’re right. - You said with a smile.
- I know.
You two sat down, ate your pancakes and drank your hot chocolates. It was perfect. By the end of the movie you felt yourself start to fall asleep, you held on a little longer just to see the ending. You started to cuddle closer to Dick and he to you. Eventually the movie ended and Dick saw you were fighting sleep so he decided to carry you to bed, he changed into his sleep clothes and got into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you.
Before sleep could take you, a question popped into your head.
- You didn’t actually leave Blüdhaven alone did you? - You knew he must’ve left someone at least on lookout. But in your depressive state, you didn’t even think about it.
- I did not. - He answered - The Titans are protecting it.
- All of them? - He nodded - Isn’t that a bit overkill?
- So I could spend more time with you? Never. - You kissed him on the cheek for that response.
After he said that, you felt like you actually were wanted. He actually liked you. You actually had someone who looked forward to seeing you. And that felt warm, and you let yourself sleep in his arms.
Warnings: Nightmares, chasing, not being able to scream, mention of demonic ritual, mention of bad parental figure, helplessness, HURT/comfort.
Ghiacciolo = Icicle
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Summary: You have a terrible nightmare and wake up feeling distressed. Fortunately your girlfriend is there to cheer you up and make you feel loved.
A/N: My first request done! Thank you so much for the request friend! This should hopefully serve as an example of what happens when people request :3 Hope it's not too dark in the beginning.
You were running, the streets were echoing with your footsteps, no one was around and all the buildings were dark. The question of where anybody was fell to the back of your mind as your panic of not escaping your pursuer thumped in your skull.
Your breathing was becoming ragged and sporadic, you felt your shoulders tightening before you saw a shadow move behind you. Looking back you saw no one, taking a right into an alley you thought would make whoever was chasing you have to show themselves.
Your powers… Were working? Right? You felt your hands warm instead of the normal cold but that was fine, that happened all the time in the warm weather! But… The wind was chilly in your face and the nighttime clouds were blocking out what little light there was in this alleyway. Running through it, your heart was beating faster than ever… That couldn’t be… A wall? But you saw the street not a few seconds ago! No, no, no, no… The person chasing you must have known, that’s why they hadn’t shown themselves.
While you thought that, you reached the wall that spelled out your doom, you were going to touch it when something made you turn around. A shadow, larger than you or the buildings that trapped you inside this dark box. You wanted to scream, you had to scream, but your voice was only a whisper.
You tried to focus on the figure, it looked… Familiar, was it…? No, it couldn’t be. He was dead, you looked him in the eyes as the demons dragged his screaming body into the depths of the underworld.
- Child. - Your father spoke, his voice echoing and bouncing between the walls and reaching your ears. This man was not here, it was impossible.
After years of him trying to get your powers into him. Your father, attempted something you wouldn’t have wished upon anybody, he had attempted to rip your soul from your body and cast it down into the underworld where then he would’ve been free to do whatever he wanted with your body to extract your metamutation.
It was only by the efforts of Zatanna and the other members of the Justice League Dark, they were able to stop your father before your soul was banished from this realm. Unfortunately the demons were not going to go back empty handed, since your father was the one holding the cursed book the hellspawn latched onto their anchor like piranhas to a wounded animal. His screams and pleas to take you instead of him still kept you up at night.
All that crossed your mind as you watched the man who was supposed to love and care for your well-being walk slowly towards you, knife in hand like he was ready to take his revenge right here and now.
You brought your hands up and tried to launch your ice rays to his feet but instead all came out of your hands a slow and steady dribble of water.
- No. - You whispered
- Yes. - He replied, a grin on his face you could hear in the silence of the night.
- No, no, no, get away. - You pleaded in your hushed voice - Someone help me.
- No one is coming to help you. - His voice grated your ears.
- No, that’s not true - You said as he started to sprint towards you. - Help me, please, someone HELP- You woke up with a start. - me?
It was a dream, a nightmare actually, and you were now sitting up looking at your girlfriend’s worried face. Zatanna lightly touched your shoulders, getting your attention.
You threw yourself at her, crying.
- I had the dream again. - You said between sobs
- Mi ghiacciolo… - She whispered the nickname patting your back to make you feel better. - You’re okay now. We’re together.
As you began to calm down you opened your eyes and looked at the dark room, it was… Snowing? Inside?
- Oh Zee, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… - You started to apologize before Zatanna pulled back and smiled that mischievous smile that she knew made you blush.
- No need to be sorry baby, this just means I get to cuddle you harder now. - Slowly you two began to lay down again and she assumed her position as the little spoon and pulled the covers over you two. - Do you want to… Talk about it?
- Not really. - This has been a recurring dream every few nights since she rescued you. - What were you dreaming about?
Zatanna started telling you about her dream, seemed as energetic and lovely as the woman talking to you. But after a moment she stopped and hmmd.
- Hmm - She said, looking around at all the snowflakes starting to fall.
- What is it, Zee? - You looked down at her laying on your chest, she looked up and smiled.
- I think I need visuals for this. - She said with determination. - Yreve ekalfwons sllet a yrots
With the spell uttered you watched in amazement as the snowflakes floated up to the ceiling and began to play a shadow puppet-like little theater as your girlfriend told the tale.
You hugged her tight and pulled the covers up to be as warm as possible while her crazy dream played out in your ceiling. Her voice, with a slight rasp from sleep and with a bit of the italian accent she hid during the day, lulled you into sleep.
Zatanna looked up when your breathing evened out and you started to lightly snore.
- I hope I can be there when every nightmare happens. - She whispered, the snowflakes beginning to descend and float out the crack in the window. Zatanna kissed your cheek, praying that you could rest, before succumbing to her own sleep as well.
Warnings: Cannon level of violence, blood, rocks, a description of pain that I'm way too proud of
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Summary: All you knew was to run, because if you stopped HE would catch you. So when you finally do stop, you find someone to help you.
A/N: Woow it's been a while! Sorry about that, anyway... Have a new character and a new series that should hopefully run alongside my WW one!
You were selfish, you should have known better than to stay in one place for so long, but you couldn’t help yourself. This city seemed different, you felt it in your soul, you just wanted a little more time to see what the feeling was but it was too late, you had overstayed your welcome, now HE had found you. And cornered you into a fight with him which meant collateral damage.
The Beast was the 10 feet, horn bearing, monstrous looking threat that YOU had brought into this city, you knew he’d find you, so when he did arrive it was your fault that people were suffering the collateral damage of your fight. You knew that this had to end quickly but the Beast seemed to be stronger than the last time you fought. It didn’t help that you had been fighting him since the sun had gone down and you were very tired. Spells that once seemed to weaken it are doing next to nothing now.
Fighting in between buildings felt like a good idea at the time, since you were smaller than Beast, it naturally gave you more defensive options but now it was starting to look like you had blacked yourself into a corner.
He ripped a piece of asphalt from the ground like it was nothing and threw it at you, quickly you put up a shield spell but that didn’t kill the momentum that knocked into the side of a building. Your shield protected you from crashing into solid rock, instead you broke through it.
Coughing you pulled yourself out the ruble just in time to see a civilian passed out with a huge boulder on top of them and another from the ceiling hanging loose about to fall on top of them.
You quickly acted and yelled:
- Sredluob nrut ot selbbep - You watched as both, the one pinning them down and the one that was about to crush this innocent’s head turn to little rocks, no smaller than a coin. - Come on! We have to go! - you ushered them out of the hole you made in the building. Just as you made sure that this person wasn’t hurt and ran in the opposite direction from where you were headed. You heard Beast laugh.
- You really should not have stopped, your scent grows stronger everyday. And with my chances of getting you, grow everyday. - He started to gloat.
- Stoor dnib mih won! - you spoke, so tired but you couldn’t stop. Roots came up from the ground and wrapped around his huge feet and monstrous arms halting his movements. - Etativel! - You said quickly as a way to give yourself some distance from the monster, floating up, quickly running out of time to come up with a plan
You needed to weaken the monster enough so your banishment spell could work but right now that looked impossible. You’d need to hit him with more spells than what you think your body can handle and then cast the spell that locks him away for a while, you think the strain would knock you out for a long time… You’d need a miracle, you need help, you need-
- Stoor worg snroht! - You hear a feminine voice say and the roots binding the beast start to grow thorns making the monster scream in agony as they start to draw blood. This is it! He’s distracted and bleeding. It’s your chance.
- Morf ym luos I hsinab uoy won! - You screamed, feeling the magic taking its toll on your soul as it always did. The Beast roared as it started to glow.
- You know this won’t hold me forever, your scent grows stronger as do I. I’ll be back sooner than you think. - He used his final moments in this plane to threaten you, and you knew he was telling the truth.
You should get out of here right now but your body had other ideas, completely drained from the fight you blacked out while in mid-air.
You woke inside an ambulance, a paramedic having just finished mending your arm that you didn’t even notice had been badly bruised during the fight. A woman with raven black hair and wearing a tuxedo was looking at you smiling. No paramedics were around, you assumed they were tending to the civilians your fight had injured
- That was quite the fall, you’re welcome for catching you. - She said
- I… Thank you. - You managed to say, your eyes focused on her face making you notice her crystal blue eyes. - Were you the one who..?
- Made the roots grow spikes? Yes I was! - She extended her hand - I’m Zatanna.
You accepted the hand, using it to pull yourself out of the ambulance.
- Y/N. I’ve never met another person who could wield magic like me. - Though you couldn’t say you had ever looked, always bouncing from town to town. Never staying for long enough to meet people.
- And I’ve never seen someone try and climb out of an ambulance with a broken arm and probably a concussion. - She started to usher you back to the vehicle. But you put some distance between her and you.
- I’ll be fine, I should leave. - You said. Already walking backwards toward an alley. - Thank you for the assist but he’ll be back soon.
- Then you should stay and help fight him. - She argued.
- I am helping. He follows me, it’s me that he wants. So if I go he has to start his search again and leave this town alone. - You explained, dreading the thought of leaving without figuring out what is so special about this place but you had caused enough damage.
- I can’t let you leave in that shape. - She followed you into the alley you had gone into.
You looked at the beautiful woman, gearing yourself for a fight you could not finish, you were drained after the banishment spell and your arm hurt like hell.
- Please let me help you, I have powerful friends and we can give you refreshments, medical help and a lot more fire power when the thing comes back. - She argued, putting her hands up.
You considered it, it made sense. Also you really wanted more time with this place (and this woman).
- Okay… - You said, missing the small smile Zatanna had on her face. - I’ll go with you, but I’m not staying long. You’ve seen what happens when he arrives.
- Of course, just until you’re better. - She got a little closer to you. - We’re going to go to one of the safehouses, nobody should be there. Are you ready? - She asked, bringing her hands down to her torso.
- Ready for wha- - You started but were cut off when she spoke.
- Tropelet su ot eht esuohefas! - Light started to surround you both as a glowing circle appeared underneath you two, and gone in flash you saw yourself standing in what looked like a warehouse that had been turned into a living space; you saw beds lined up with their headrest against the wall, on the other side you saw what looked like a supercomputer in a corner displaying the Justice League symbol on it. Other than that there were a couple of boxes stacked in a corner, there was a fridge and other appliances on what looked like a second floor.
- Oh, teleportation - You said almost losing your balance. - That’s cool, I didn’t know that was possible.
- Anything is possible. - She smiles and steadies you. - You just gotta want it. - She says softly while holding you, you could steady yourself and move away, but you don’t want to. It feels nice to have her close.
- So, you want to show me arou- - Pain, you felt indescribable pain in your core and suddenly you weren’t in the warehouse anymore. You were floating in a dark space seeing only wisps of purple go around you.
The pain had stopped and was instead replaced by confusion, there was no sound except your heartbeat, you felt yourself floating as if inside a pool with no ground beneath you or anything for miles.
- You. - You heard a voice say, you couldn’t tell where it came from. But you could tell who it was from.
- Beast. - You grumbled lowly, your voice echoing, the purple wisps around you moving as you tried to orient yourself. - Is this your place? I expected more fire and brimstone. - You couldn’t see him but you could make him mad.
- I know not where you are Y/N but know this: - Wait, he couldn't see you? So maybe you weren’t in the same place. - Your victory won’t last long, I am almost getting free and when I leave my prison, nothing will stop me from getting you. I’ll finally be satisfied. - There he goes again, talking about you like you’re some kind of sandwich.
- Yeah, over my dead body. Now why don’t you show yourself and tell me how you did this. - You clenched your fists and started to spin on this void to try and catch a glimpse of him. - I really didn’t think you lived inside an emo’s tesla ball.
- What do you mean? - He sounded confused. - You’re not in my sanctum?
- I… You have no idea how you’re able to talk to me. Do you? - That wasn’t good, that means that either you did something or… - Wait, did you hear tha- - And then pain, not in your core but in your head this time. A headache that felt like someone was splitting your head in half with an ax. Your fingernails dug into your scalp as you screamed helplessly into the void.
While in your agonized state of pain staring into the void you saw flashes before your eyes, vision of something. A giant shining ankh, a man stepping through it wearing a golden helmet, another flash and you saw Zatanna looking down at you with a warm smile, another flash and she was now looking fierce, a bleeding cut on her forehead as she ran at you, her hand glowing with magic. The last flash was of Beast with a vicious look in his eyes as he finally had what most wanted in the universe. The last thing you saw was the golden helmet in front of your face, you stared deep into its eye holes and felt a message reverberating through your body: You have to let go! it said. The last part kept repeating inside your mind, adding to the chorus of pain was a repeating LetGoLetGoLetGoLetGoLetGO!. After that, the pain became too much, making you pass out from the pain, floating in this space that you had no idea how you ended up there.
You woke up not in the void, but on a bed with Zatanna looking down at you wearing that same warm smile as from that vision you had. Beside her was a green woman with red hair with her hands extended above your body and head.
Upon seeing this strange new woman you shot up from the bed, Zatanna’s smile being replaced with a concern as she said.
- It’s okay! She’s a friend. - She said placing her hands on your shoulder to keep you from getting up too fast. She waited until you calmed down enough, never breaking eye contact, before speaking again. - This is M’Gann, she’s my friend and a telepath. I called her when you dropped to the floor screaming and holding your head, I got really worried when you suddenly stopped. But she assured me you were fine. - She finished telling the story.
You looked at M’Gann, and really took in her appearance. She looked familiar but you couldn't place it until she clarified.
- My uncle is the Martian Manhunter. - She said, and you let out an audible ‘oh’ so now the Justice League knows about you, great.
- You were worried? - You asked Zatanna, she nodded. - We don’t even really know each other.
- I know enough. - She replied.
- Me too! - M’Gann said quickly. - Sorry, I just got a look into your head and… Well to find out what had happened I had to dig deep. - She looked at you with sorrowful eyes and you hear in your head I’m really sorry for everything that happened to you.
You brushed her apology aside and asked.
- So did you find out what happened?
- Yes, I believe the reason I couldn’t wake you until now was because… - She got a look of her face like she was trying to decide on how to phrase it. - Your… Consciousness was somewhere else, it was like your mind had gone away for a while and that left your body confused and hurting.
- So my mind got kidnapped? - M’Gann shrugged.
- That’s the best way to explain it. - She looked at her phone, then at Zatanna. - Z I’m sorry I can’t stay longer but I have to go back home, it was very nice to see you. - She hugged Zatanna which gave you a ping of jealousy but you didn’t know why.
- I understand, I’m glad you were able to come in such short notice, say hi to everyone for me. - M’Gann nodded and left the warehouse, leaving you two alone.
- Thanks, again… For getting some help to pull me out of that. - You say looking down to the ground, feeling a little embarrassed at how many times you passed out in front of this woman.
- Anytime. - You notice her pursing her lips and saying. - If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?
You let out a big sigh to collect your thoughts before telling her everything, omitting the visions you had of her. You noticed her brows furrowing when you mentioned the man wearing the golden helmet.
- You know the man that wears the golden helmet don’t you?
- Yes, and if he’s involved… - She got a look of worry on her face for a second before shaking it off. - Anyway, until we get confirmation on this- - You interrupted her.
- Woah, woah, woah. What do you mean we?
- Well, you seem to be being chased by an interdimensional monster and you have the attention of Dr. Fate. I’m not letting you out of my sight. - She said with a beautiful white smile that it took you a second to snap out of it.
- Exactly! There’s a giant monster after me. If I stay I’m endangering everyone. - It broke your heart to have to leave without figuring out what it is about this city that pulled you to it.
- And we’ll fight it - She put a hand on your shoulder - I’ll help you fight it. I can see you’ve been battling this thing alone for a long time, let me help. - You looked into her eyes expecting to see just someone who was doing this just because they feel they have to, but you didn’t see it. Instead you saw a genuine want to help.
- Alright. - You sighed out, not noticing the way her lips curved up into a smile because you turned around to grab your stuff. - First things first, where exactly are we? - You turned to her.
- Oh that’s easy we’re in- - She was cut off by the giant, glowing ankh symbol that had appeared next to you two making a loud ‘boom’ sound. - What the? Oh. - She sounded displeased - It’s him.
- Him who..? - You started but that soon became obvious when a figure emerged from the symbol.
- Y/N L/N - He said stepping out of the giant ankh portal - I am Doctor Fate, voice of the lords of order on this planet, and You have upset the balance in this world. You must come with me.
This was him, this was the figure from your vision. Only real and… Wait, was that a threat?
