English is not my first language so, sorry if you see mistakes in my writing.
Personally I'm visual when I read, like there's always images on my head, so almost all my povs have images so the visualization can be more easy.
My povs and one-shots, stories, imagines, character x reader... whatever you want to call it are for all ages but exceptions can be made, for that exceptions I will use a warning.
Warnings: Heavy angst, character death, just lots of death talk in general
Part One Here
A particularly bad attack on Earth leads to hundreds of casualties around the world. Many lives are lostâŠincluding that of beloved superheroes and their loves.
Barry Allen
He never made it to you in time.
It was funny, almost, how the fastest man alive was unable to rescue his love. Unable to run to you, unable to get you to a clinic within seconds, unable to at least help stop the bleeding and promise you that you were going to make it.
No, instead he too died. His legs crushed and unable to heal in time before he was practically executed by the enemy. Found by his once joyful sidekick, Wally, who lost any and all hope for a happy ending when finding his mentor dead. Who knew that the speedsterâs biggest strength would be his undoing.
In fact, he fully believed the older man to be alive and well by your side once the fight came to an end. There just wasnât any other reason to believe otherwise. His mentor was one of the greatest men there was, of course he would have gotten to you in time.
Your blank eyes told him otherwise. There was no way to determine your cause of death. There was blood and dust all over you, head looking to the sky as if in your final moments you dared to try and pray for a saving grace. And just a few meters away from you lay Barry. So close yet so far.
It was painful, knowing just how desperate Barry was to get to you. The man loved like he breathed. It just came to him naturally. Loving you was the easiest thing in the world, and yet it still was not enough to save you.
He had tried all he could. He crawled and crawled, looking like a pathetic worm amidst rubble. Just trying all he could to get to his light, his soul, his reason for living.
And you? You take your final breaths, wondering where in the world your lover could possibly be, thinking that any second he would rescue you like he always promised he would.
You died believing otherwise.
Hal Jordan
It was him who killed you.
If someone were to put in harshly.
It was a grand show for all who were unfortunate to watch. Everyone was too locked in their own battle to do anything, yet still desperate for even a glance to make sure their dear friend was alright. Hal laid bloodied, injured, broken, and yet was still using the last of his strength to shield you from any and all possible blows.
No matter how many hits he took, how many shots and stabs, he would not falter. He would continue embracing you in that celestial green, ensuring that the one who carried his heart would live.
Yet, it was not enough.
Every man has his limit, and in the end Hal was only human.
In his final moments your eyes locked. His tired and weary, but so full of fear. Yours, teary eyed but full of concern for him and only him. Not for the Green Lantern, but for Hal Jordan. Your husband.
You banged on the shield around you, begging him to drop it and to just fight back goddammit. Never once concerned or scared for your own life, but for his. Thatâs why he loved you so much. You had so much affection and care for the people around you. One that rivaled your regard for your own safety. Itâs also what he hated.
And thatâs why in his final moments, as he felt his muscles weaken and his eyesight begin to fade, he hated himself. All these grand powers and yet he could do nothing further to save you as he took his final breaths.
The last thing he heard were your blood curdling screams.
Clark Kent
The second you died, he decided that he too would go. If only to continue being with you.
Superman, the symbol of hope, was nothing, utterly nothing, without his other half.
He knew it, and unfortunately so did the rest of the league.
Itâs why once news of your death reached the team they were desperate to hopefully keep it out of sight, out of mind. If only until the battle came to a close. For the greater good.
Yet, what they didnât know is that Clark memorized the sound of your heartbeat like no other. Itâs what lulled him to sleep, what kept him fighting halfway across the world.
The sound was ingrained into his very being, so much so that he for a full minute deluded himself into believing he could still hear the sacred thumpâŠthumpâŠthumpâŠ.
Something about it was off, though. It wasnât as loud, it sometimes missed a beat, and eventually it faded away entirely. Until, while throwing punches in the sky as the sun finally began to set, it finally dawned on him just how quiet his mind truly was.
You were gone.
It was Bruce Wayne who connected the dots just as quickly. Saw from onââ the ground below how the man of steel froze in the sky, devastation weighing down on his shoulders, face transformed into that of such agony it almost hurt the Dark Knight himself. He knew and fought so hard to yell and scream at the man to just keep on fighting for the sake of the world.
But oh how could he, when you were in fact his very world.
The worst part was he didnât even know how you came to pass. Were you scared? Were you in pain? Were you put down quickly or tortured to death? All the things he promised you during late nights of love in bed that he would never allow to happen to you, knowing just what kind of realm of reality you lived in. He failed his number one job in the entire universe and it was exactly what killed him.
He didnât care that he saw a spear of Kryptonite heading straight towards his heart. In fact, amidst all the agony he felt, there was in fact relief.
Just as soon as he was separated from you, he would be just as quickly reunited.
Death can't keep us apart (f!reader x Bruce Wayne - part II)
Hi everyone, this is the second and last part of this fic about reader dying / the Batfamily darkly reacting to it.
As a reminder, the first part ends on Damian telling Bruce that his grandfather might be able to bring reader back from the grave.
Hope you'll enjoy <3
Warnings: no proof reading, ANGST and more ANGST, no happy ending, despair, sadness, insanity, dark!Batfamily
Everything was going to be alright.
Even if everyone knew it was a terrible idea.Â
And yet no one could care any less.Â
Bruce would have eagerly sold his soul to the devil if it meant getting you back. He knew the pain of your absence would never get away and he wasnât too certain how long he would be able to survive it. No matter if Gotham needed him and his children. His duty was long forgotten; even a soldier needs happiness to keep going, even bats need the sun to not get lost.
Bruce found Ra's Al Ghul with crazed determination. He let go of his weapons and toys, to show his opponent that he actually wasnât here to fight. Raâs had no idea what was going on, Talia was afraid to understand when Bruce knelt in front of the old man.
âIâll do anything you want, but bring my wife back. Damian said you could and I believe you know how to.â Batman pleaded
âAnything?â Raâs asked, knowing how love could be the most efficient way to destroy someone
âAnythingâ
Bruce agreed to become his heir and the new Head of the Demon. He agreed to embrace a very dark part of himself. He agreed to let the League of Assassin roam inside his manor. But it didnât matter. Even his children agreed with everything. The price was high but it was the only option.
Talia watched in silence and with sadness. She couldnât even be happy for her father. She knew that Bruce was simply losing himself. She hoped the price wasnât too high, she hoped you were going to come back alright and she hoped that Bruce would find a way back to himself. She noticed how Damian was also eager to get you back home. She was grateful you took care of her boy so tenderly. But she hated you for being such a weakness.
A pathetic weakness.
The most powerful weakness.
She even made her son promise that once you would be back, he would protect you so nothing could ever happen to you again. She was aware that otherwise the people who loved you would burn the whole world down and it wouldnât be a happy ending for anyone. Not even the Justice League would be able to do anything about it, she was certain of it.Â
Love consumed everything, like a burning sun.Â
And their love for you was a crying volcano.
When you woke up, you were in your bed. It was strange, because you were pretty certain that last time you were awake, you were on a very uncomfortable chair. You had a massive headache and your whole body was aching too. You were completely disoriented, half wondering what you were doing here. You tried to remember what happened, but the headache grew even stronger. You took your skull in both your hands, whining in pain. You barely felt bigger hands gently stroking your hair. You didnât hear the soft whisperers of reassuring words either, until you slowly calmed down.
When you relaxed again as the pain subsided a little, you looked up and saw Bruce watching over you.Â
He looked so pale, so exhausted. He searched for your eyes with such raw despair; it worried you. You reached for his face and he instantly leaned into your touch. Your warmth was already a balm to his suffering. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. He wasnât fully certain all of you were back, but he had lost enough of his sanity to be happy to just have your body alive again, no matter how much he would also want your mind, of course.
âHow are you feeling, my love?â he whispered, testing the waters, tears in the eyes
âI⊠What happened, Bruce? Riddler⊠IâŠâ you babbled, trying to gather your thought but your head started to pound again
âShh, my beloved. Itâs alright, everything is alright nowâ he shushed you as he brought you closer to him âYouâre safe and loved. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again. I promise you.â he continued
âMy head hurt.â you whispered
âI know. You can't take a med for it right away, but later on, after some food, youâll be able to grab one. Youâll feel better soon.â he replied
âHave I been out for a while?â you asked because as you leaned against your husbandâs form, you felt he had lost quite some weight and it couldnât have happened just in a few hours.
âNine monthsâ Bruce finally replied and you looked up at him in pure shock
âWait, what? But how is that even possible? Why am I not at the hospital then? Oh my God, Bruce, what happened to me?â you cried out
Bruce shushed you again and tried to appease you by cuddling you.
âYou donât have to worry about anything. Youâre back, youâre awake and that's all that matters, trust meâ he gave you a small smile and you bite your tongue.
âAre you okay, Bruce?â you frowned
âYes, yes I am nowâ the man hummed as he leaned his forehead against yours.Â
He was relaxing for the first time in so many months. The pain finally left his body and mind. You were back home. You were safe. Your mind seemed intact, as well as your body. From now on, he could work with anything.
A soft knock at the door startled you. Alfred slightly opened the door. The man seemed as exhausted as Bruce. You noticed the appeasement and the relief washing over him as he saw you curiously peering at him from Bruceâs side.
âIâm sorry to interrupt the two of you, but food is readyâ he informed you
You realised you were actually starving, as if you hadnât eaten in⊠oh well yes, you didnât eat in months indeed. You started to get up and Bruce carefully helped you. Your bones cracked a little as you stretched before starting to walk. You were feeling a little bit weak and still a little bit lost, so you let Bruce support you and guide you through the manor.
You knew something was awfully off when all the children got up as you entered the room. They came to you, helping you to sit down, all trying to touch you and kiss your cheeks and hands. They all wanted a seat next to you, they were all so agitated. You didnât understand their unshed tears, their relief, their worried tenderness. You also noticed some people standing in the living room, like perfect little soldiers. You frowned and Bruce shushed you again.
âDonât worry about anything, darlingâ he told you
You nodded, not understanding anything anyway.
You were happy to eat Alfredâs food and you relaxed a little as you focused on the delicious taste flooding into your mouth. Everyone around you started to eat once you did. You were surprised when you noticed how silent your family was. They all seemed to have their whole attention on you. Like your husband, they didnât seem to be doing so well either.
âMaybe we could get a walk in town today, you all seemed like you could get some fresh airâ you offered
âLook, my darling, a lot of things have changed in your⊠absence. And from now on, Iâm afraid you wonât be able to leave the Manor.â Bruce softly informed you
âWhat?â you asked as you stopped eating
âItâs okay, Ma, keep eatingâ Jason instantly pleaded
âYes itâs just for safety measuresâ Dick nodded
âWe just need to keep an eye on youâ Tim added
âWe have been very worried about you but now youâre backâ Stephanie tried to smile
âAnd you wonât leave us againâ Damian muttered under his breath
âAnd you donât need to worry about anything, weâve got itâ Duke tried to reassure you
âNothing bad will ever happen againâ Cass promised
It hit you.Â
It hit you so hard.Â
Your head was pounding because you got shot. You were⊠You were dead.Â
You were dead. You were dead. You were dead.Â
Oh my god you were dead.
But not anymore.
You felt sick. Your body felt wrong. Your mind was screaming.
The food tasted like iron.
You tried to remain calm, but you were going insane.
One of the soldiers came into view and walked to Bruce.
âHead of the Demonâ he greeted Bruce.
You didnât hear the rest of the words. Your head was spinning. You suddenly got up and everyone stopped eating or listening to what the member of the League of Assassins was telling Bruce.
âI need a showerâ you said and rushed away before anyone could offer their help or stop you.
You locked yourself up in the bathroom, and turned on the water. You undressed and started to inspect your body. You got flashes from what happened with Riddler.
You remembered everything as you washed your body with a brush until your skin was raw. Once you were done, you went out of the shower and sat down on the ground before starting to cry. You couldnât believe your family brought you back from the dead. How could they not understand how wrong it was?
You jumped when Bruce knocked at the door.
âMy love, can you open the door please? Youâve been in there for a very long timeâ your husband pleaded with you, you could hear the worry lacing his voice.
You mechanically stood up and opened the door.
You didnât care about your nakedness. Bruce cupped your face and frowned in pure sadness as the tears cascading down your face. He also disapproved of how harsh you had been with your body.
âAllow me to put some cream on your skinâ he asked and you shrugged âPleaseâ he whispered and you nodded.
He guided you to the bed and sat you down, before leaving for the bathroom and coming back with the expensive hydrating cream you used to put on your skin after every shower. He knelt down in front of you and started to coat your legs. He massaged your body, hoping you would relax under his touch.
âYou shouldnât have brought me back,â you whispered.
He froze for an instant before resuming his actions.
âTrust me, we didnât have any other choiceâ Bruce gloomy replied âNow youâre back, I can finally work again, I can finally eat and rest. The children too. We are finally going to be alright again. The pain⊠The pain is gone.â he mumbled
âBruceâŠâ you choked on your tears
âWeâll keep you safe here. Weâll take care of you. Weâll do so much better. Weâll do everything you want. We just want you to be happy and among us. Weâll make sure to distract you from being locked up inside the manor. Iâm sure you could rethink the decoration to keep you busy for a while. You'll read books and watch movies, you'll play video games. You'll do anything you want as long as you stay with us, at home. And at night, you can go in the park of the propertyâ Bruce said, like the man who thought about everything âWe just need you here, thatâs all weâre askingâÂ
âRa's Al GhulâŠâ you started
âYes. But it was worth it. Itâs okay, really. Everything is alrightâ Bruce cut you
âYou⊠Death shouldnât be cheated like thatâ
âDeath shouldnât have taken you away from us, we fixed things like we always did.â
Happiness is sometimes dark, just like love.
That night Bruce finally fell asleep, with you tightly snuggled up in an embrace you couldn't break free from.
Your family proved to be even stronger than Death.
Even if it meant you now wanted to die and kill them all, even if you were losing your sanity, even if the Batfamily was getting so dangerous no one knew how to deal with them anymore.
But it was alright, because you were forever back home.
Leaning against the window, [Y/N] whispered softly to herself.
âI love you, Superman.â
âI love you, Clark Kent.â
âI love you, Kal-El... I miss you.â
The words lingered in the quiet like a secret carried on the wind.
And thenâ
a shift in the air. A hush, followed by a gust of warmth and color.
Red and blue blurred into focus as he landed just beyond the balcony, the faint sound of his boots touching down lost in the thrum of her heartbeat.
She smiled, a little breathless.
âYou took a bit longer than usual tonight.â
He stood there, wind catching the hem of his cape, his eyes soft and almost unsure as they searched her face.
âI was listening,â he said, voice lowâvulnerable. âYou whisper like that, and itâs hard not to drop everything. And..â
Her heart clenched. The man the world called indestructible looked at her like she was the only thing that could shatter him.
ââŠDonât say it like that,â he added with a sheepish smile. âIf you do, I swear my heart might actually explode.â
The tips of his ears turned red. Kal-El, hero of a thousand rescues, blushing at a single sentence.
It was so utterly human, so heartbreakingly tender, that [Y/N] felt herself drawn in like gravity.
She stepped closer, heart pounding like thunder trapped in her chest. Her fingers brushed the edge of his suitâwarm, steady, real.
And then, without a word, she rose on her toes to could see him. With her heart overflowing, she reached up and kissed himâsoftly, sweetly, and with everything she felt.
It all started with a casual conversation⊠and a strange sense of familiarity. Nothing seemed out of the ordinaryâat least, thatâs what she thought. But each new encounter with these peculiar people only raised more questions.
Each meeting reveals a new clue, and what began as simple coincidence turns into a web of secrets, double lives, and hidden truths. Because when fate brings you face to face with heroes⊠without their masks, everything can change.
You were very comfortably lounging in your bed when a gust of wind swept through the room and suddenly, Barry was standing at the foot of your bed.
"Get up-" He said, a confident cocky smirk on his face. "And get dressed."
"What? Why?" You laughed, sitting up, "It's almost midnight-"
"No excuses! Come on, come on! Up, up, up!!" He clapped loudly, making you get out of bed.
"Barry!!" You squeaked, laughing and getting up. "I was going to go to bed!"
"Too bad, babe. We're going out." He leaned against the doorframe as you went through your clothes and then to the bathroom.
"At midnight?" You asked pointedly.
"Doesn't matter." He waved his hands, watching you get ready. After a few beats of silence, he spoke again. "So I've got the perfect plan for today."
"Yeah? What is it?" You roll your eyes, putting on lipstick and blush. There was no way in hell you were going to do a full face at this hour.
"Step one-" He watched you get ready and as soon as you put down the last thing, he scooped you up in his arms in a bridal carry. "Sweep you off your feet. Literally."
"Barry!" You laughed, holding onto him.
"Step two-" He grinned, mischief evident in his eyes, "Hold on tight-"
"Wha-" The air shifted around you tremendously as he held you tightly onto him.
The scene changed, the world blurring together, sounds morphing and he suddenly sat you down in a beautiful large flower field.
"What? Where-" You look around, the dark valley slowly lighting up with the rising sun.
"Happy Valentine's-" He whispered, wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressing against your back.
You watched the sun rise, breathless at the view of the tulip fields.
"My god, Barry..." You melted against him.
"There's still step three left." He chuckled, his breath ghosting at your neck.
"What's that?" You smiled, turning slightly to look at him.
"To kiss the most beautiful woman I know." He mused, cupping your face to kiss you with absolute love and passion as the sunlight spread across the plain.
Youâre sick. Feverish. Miserable.
Barry Allen is the most attentive boyfriend in existence.
barry allen x reader
You knew you were sick when Barry stopped teasing you.
No smug remarks. No playful eyebrows. Just soft eyes and the gentlest hands imaginable tucking you into bed like you might dissolve if he moved too fast.
Which was ironic, really.
Because Barry Allen always moved fast.
But not with you.
Not when you were like thisâpale, weak, sweating through your pajamas and shivering under three blankets. Not when you could barely lift your head without groaning.
Not when he was scared.
He didnât say it, of course.
He never did. Not the way most people would.
But youâd been together long enough to know what fear looked like on Barry Allen.
It wasnât panic. It was quiet.
It was the way he slowed his steps when he walked into your bedroom. The way he held your tea like it was something fragile. The way heâd pressed a hand to your forehead and murmured, âYouâre burning up,â and then didnât let go for five whole minutes.
The way he never left your side without promising, âIâll be right back.â
Like youâd slip away while he wasnât looking.
Youâre half-asleep when he comes back this timeâarms full, hair windblown, still dressed in sweats and a hoodie that definitely wasnât his when you fell asleep (Ciscoâs? Maybe? Youâre too feverish to care).
He sets a tray down on your nightstand, all soft clinks and quiet care. You blink up at him, dazed.
âSoup,â he says gently. âTea. Ginger chews. Two kinds of cough drops. Andââ he leans closer, grinning, âa new thermometer. Because I know the old one lies to me.â
You huff a tired laugh. âYou bought a new thermometer?â
He shrugs, clearly unrepentant. âI may have stolen it from STAR Labs.â
âYouâre ridiculous.â
âIâm in love,â he replies, kneeling beside the bed. âItâs a terminal condition.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart squeezes.
Barry reaches up, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. You lean into his touch instinctively.
âHowâs the fever?â
âStill awful.â
He hums, reading your face. âHeadache?â
You nod.
âSore throat?â
You nod again.
He kisses your forehead softly, then mumbles, âDonât move.â
Before you can ask why, heâs gone.
Gone-gone. Speedster blur gone.
You blink. Heâs back three seconds later holdingâ
âA cool rag,â he says proudly, tucking it behind your neck like heâs just performed a miracle. âDampened to exactly 74°F.â
You squint at him.
âI used my watch,â he explains.
You sigh. âYouâre gonna set the bar so high for other men itâs gonna mess with the timeline.â
He smirks. âGood. Let them fear me.â
You open your mouth to tease him again but dissolve into a coughing fit. It racks through your chest, makes your eyes water. Barryâs there instantly, hand rubbing slow, soothing circles between your shoulder blades, whispering the whole time:
âIâve got you. Breathe. Iâve got you.â
And when you finally go still, exhausted and slumped against him, he whispers something even softer.
âI hate seeing you like this.â
You rest your cheek against his collarbone. âI hate feeling like this.â
âI know.â
His arms stay wrapped around you as you drift again, body warm but safe, heart fluttering slow under the press of his.
Barry sits behind you in bed, legs on either side of yours, your blanket-swaddled body resting against his chest like a human marshmallow. Youâre tired, overheated, and grumpy, but heâs determined to get you to eat something before you pass out again.
So now? Heâs got a spoon in one hand and your hair tucked behind your ear with the other.
âCâmon,â he coaxes gently, bringing the spoon to your lips. âJust one more bite.â
You groan. âNo more. Iâm a sick little sack of soup now. Iâm done.â
âYouâve had, like, six spoonfuls.â
âWhich is, like, five more than I wanted.â
He chuckles softly, pressing his nose into your hair. âYouâre dramatic.â
âSays the man who sped across town for three brands of cough drops.â
He shrugs. âYour suffering makes me reckless.â
You laughâquietly. It hurts your throat. But itâs real.
Once heâs finally convinced you to sip some tea, he sets everything aside and settles in again. His arms wrap around you automatically, blanket and all, his hands rubbing lazy circles over your ribs through the fabric.
âFeel a little better?â he asks.
You nod against his shoulder. âWarm. Full. Safe.â
He presses a kiss to the side of your head.
âThatâs kinda my whole brand.â
You donât mean to fall asleep.
You just sort of drift.
Your head tucked under his chin. His hands never leaving you. The sound of his heartbeat steady in your ear, rhythmic and grounding.
And in that hazy, half-conscious space between dreaming and waking, you murmur:
âI think I wanna marry you.â
Itâs soft. So soft you almost donât hear it yourself.
But Barry goes still.
Youâre too far gone to noticeâeyes closed, breath even, fever making the world heavy and slow.
But he hears it.
He feels it.
And god, heâs never been so in love with anything in his life.
He holds you a little tighter. Presses a kiss to your temple. And whispers, almost inaudibly:
