𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 — genderfluid/bigender (masc leaning) | he/they | 18↑ | sharing un-polished thoughts and ideas | i write mostly with masc reader with pretty boy character in mind
𑣲 fandoms : batman (all media types), hellblazer, peacemaker, invincible, honkai star rail, reverse 1999.
𑣲 this is an sfw acc, most of my works are sfw for general audience, but there might be suggestive contents that only suitable for teen and up audience (NO SMUT THO) , I'll make sure to tag and state it clearly. all of my reader-insert are queers, no cishet.
𑣲 my works are self-indulgent, something that i made for myself, so don't come up to me and say i butchered up any of the characters bcs i am well aware and couldn't care less abt mischaracterization bcs it's a fanfic dawg, i'm not getting paid for these lolll.
You know what I wanna see in bats and supers fanfics ? An average dude!Reader that is their bi or gay awakening.
I want them to look at the Reader, that average dude, and say "Oh he's handsome." ... "WAIT-"
Like yes, YEARN for that dude that you just saw/met once. Have that crush for this stranger that make you rethink your life and sexuality. We all had it, it's their turn.
Gimme a Stalker!Tim that yearn for his classmate (they literally just sat next to each other in one class, before they didn't even know the other existed).
Gimme Touch Starved!Jason that want affection but is too scared to ask it, see that average dude that probably work in a casino or a shop, just wanting to be his arms/be held by him.
Gimme Hopeless Romantic!Dick or Touch Starved!Dick that want to be held by that doctor, but at the same time is terrified to be rejected.
Gimme Confused!Bruce Wayne, man in his 30-40 that is so confused about his feelings that he think he's under a spell or something. There no way he's in love with that new detective right ?? Man will be investigating him only to fall harder and yearn for him.
Gimme Puppy Love!Clark or Deeply in Love!Clark, he have to interview someone only to fall for the man. Him just being in love with a doctor or a colleague or another journalist from a rival newspaper and yearning for him.
Gimme First Love!Kon, that yearn for this classmate/man he saw once in the hallways when he was going to class. And now he just keep thinking about him, doing everything to see him again, even just for a few seconds.
I want all of them to yearn for the Reader, to want to share the Reader's last name.
now why did i just saw fanfic writers degrading other writers that wrote something they didn't like and they're jealous bcs it got more likes than them, i thought we are all writing fics for fun?
Mark Grayson X Gn! Reader (Ft. Platonic Oliver Grayson & Debbie grayson)
summary : he rather take you anywhere other than his house.
cw : sfw, fluff, gn! they/them reader, literally just a short silly drabble. also oliver being that one roblox kid who has no filters but they're funny instead of being insufferable just sits right with me.
an : nolan is out of the picture, i don't rlly care abt him (sorry nolan lovers but debbie deserves better). also this was mainly inspired by my own little brother who always begs me to play roblox or minecraft with him everyday, even though he has his own friends (i'm literally a grown ass adult).
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mark hated it whenever you visited his house.
not because he was embarrassed of you—god, far from it. if anything, mark would scream from the rooftops about how much he loved you if debbie didn't threaten to ground him for 'disturbing the entire neighborhood.'
no, the real problem was his family. because the moment you stepped into the grayson household, it was a battleground on who gets to hog you for the day.
and mark was getting very tired of competing for your attention in his own home.
the second your knuckles tapped against the front door, you heard a loud thud from the inside, you raised an eyebrow as you heard another louder thud.
"I GOT HERE FIRST!"
"MOM! HE KNEED ME IN THE STOMACH!"
"OLIVER, GET OFF HIM—"
debbie’s exhausted yelling echoed through the house, followed by hurried footsteps and something crashing into the wall hard enough to shake the picture frames.
you barely managed to hold back your laughter before the door finally swung open, revealing your boyfriend who stood there panting heavily, his dark hair is disheveled and cheeks flushed from exertion.
hanging off his back like an angry koala was oliver, the purple-skinned boy wrapped around him with all four limbs, tiny fingers hooked tightly into mark’s shirt as he desperately tried to drag his older brother away from the entrance.
"don’t let them in!" oliver grunted, straining with all his might. voice cracking slightly in those childish high pitched tone, "they’re here for me!"
"last time i checked, they are literally MY partner," mark snapped, trying to pry oliver off his back.
"but you hog them all the time! it's not fair!" the little boy grunted louder as he tries to push mark away harder.
"i’m supposed to hog them! i’m dating them!"
you snorted, stepping inside while the two continued wrestling in the doorway and oliver immediately perked up the second he saw you.
"i found a new roblox horror game!" he announced excitedly, "you promised you'd play with me!"
mark stared at him in disbelief, did his little brother seriously wanted to kidnap you just to play some roblox game?? "you already played with them for HOURS last week!"
oliver stuck out his tongue at his older brother. "and? friends hang out all the times!"
"friends don’t steal someone's time with their boyfriend every single visit!"
"ever heard the saying of friends before ho-"
"what was that?"
"nothing, mom!" oliver and mark simultaneously yelled with a panicked tone the second they heard debbie's warning tone.
mark wrapped an arm possessively around your waist before oliver could latch onto you instead, shooting his little brother a victorious grin.
oliver responded by clinging to your sleeve with all the determination of a child denied candy.
"see?" mark complained to you, pursing his lips with furrowed eyebrows akin to a kicked puppy that made oliver's face contorted into a disgusted expression— "this is what i deal with every day."
"you’re just jealous because they like me more," oliver shot back smugly.
"I WILL THROW YOU INTO THE SUN."
"no superpowers!"
"mom!" mark shouted. "can i atleast throw a chair at him? you know that he can tank it-"
"no property damage before dinner!" debbie yelled from somewhere deeper in the house.
while the brothers continued bickering, you quietly slipped away, already knowing exactly where to find debbie.
the warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon guided you into the kitchen.
debbie stood by the counter pulling a tray of cookies from the oven, humming softly to herself. the entire kitchen felt warm and lived-in, golden evening sunlight pouring through the windows while the radio played quietly in the background.
the moment she noticed you, her face brightened instantly.
"there you are, sweetheart," she said warmly. "ignore those two gremlins. come help me taste test these."
you happily accepted the cookie she offered, still warm enough to melt against your tongue.
"oh, before i forget," debbie started, already reaching for her phone. "i bought that moisturizer i told you about."
that was the beginning of the end, and by the time mark and oliver finally stumbled into the kitchen—still arguing and slightly out of breath—they froze in horror.
you were seated comfortably beside debbie at the kitchen island, completely absorbed in conversation while she enthusiastically scrolled through skincare products on her phone.
"and then you use the serum before the night cream,” debbie explained seriously. you nodded with equal seriousness while munching on the cookies she prepared.
mark’s shoulders slumped instantly and oliver looked equally devastated as both boys exchanged the same miserable expression of defeat.
because once debbie started talking about skincare routines, absolutely nobody could pull you away from her.
"traitor," mark muttered under his breath making you glanced over innocently. "hm?" he sighed dramatically before shuffling over and collapsing against your shoulder anyway, arms wrapping around your waist while oliver climbed onto the stool beside you with a pout.
neither of them will get your full attention anymore.
fics rec for all of the gender-neutral, gnc, to male/masc leaning readers out there!
honestly this is also some kind of a library for myself because i couldn't stop revisiting these fanfics. most of these are sfw but do read tags before reading! I'll be adding along the way.
all fanfics from ao3 and tumblr
.ᐟ An Albatross Around One's Neck — alpha! bruce wayne x alpha! reader by silverwolf7850 on ao3
honestly this is such a masterpiece, i couldn't stop thinking about it, i really enjoy the way the author's potray omegaverse in a non-sexual light, also magic! reader (i got so excited when johanna constantine is one of the most important characters), honestly i love sooo many things about this fic.
.ᐟ nightly rendezvous (i just wanna be your lover) — bruce wayne x male! reader by skin_like_ice on ao3
i looovee this so much, the yearning is strong with this one, i love how different the reader is around bruce and batman lol, dick and jason being their wingmen is so adorable, shed a few tears reading it, cannot wait for updates!
.ᐟ choosing you, even at your worst — omega! bruce wayne x alpha! reader by parsimonious on ao3
another non-sexual omegaverse! selective mute bruce you will always be loved, the amount of tension and subtle details got me in chokehold.
.ᐟ Through The Looking Glass — bruce wayne x neglected male! reader ft. batfam by FearTheHime on ao3
coraline inspired fanfic! this fanfic got me crying buckets man, it was such a rollercoaster experience, the world and tension building is so perfect, got me wishing i had an amnesia so i could read it all over again for the first time. i also enjoy alot of FearTheHime works even before i even joined dc fandom, please take a look on their works!
.ᐟ I want to eat you like an animal. — bucky barnes x male! reader by Lakesel on ao3
despite the tittle, it was a very fluffy fanfic! i really enjoyed the soft bucky moments!
.ᐟ GOTHAM'S SOFTEST SECRET — jason todd x male! reader by @cece693 on tumblr
so cuutee, soft jason all around, the boys will totally teased jason until he the day that he die.
.ᐟ Invincible’s special healing treatment — Mark Grayson x Male!Reader by @stillwatervoid on tumblr
boyloserfailure mark you will always have my heart (he's so stupid i love him), alot of making out scene can't get enough of it, honestly we need more mark's bi/gay awakening fics.
.ᐟ Go to him, therefore, by sea — Merfolk! Matt Murdock x Reader by silverwolf7850 on ao3
this one is one of my fav matt murdock oneshot ever, the story telling is so good and can't lie to you, I've been binge reading silverwolf7850's stuff, they're just THAT good guys, also pretty boy matt...
.ᐟ Meet the Family — Roy Harper x Jason Todd x Koriand'r x Reader by Silvers_Universe53
this is my introduction to QPR, i need more poly outlaws (platonic or romantic) fanfics... i know nothing about criminal minds but this just so good, the relationships between the characters are so well written, everyone is having a great time, i also recommend you guys to check out the author's other stuff if you enjoy this one!
.ᐟ No Competition — Edward Nashton x Non-binary Reader by batattak on AO3
this one is alot darker than the other rec, there's also smut in it so pls do read the tags first! i never really a big fan of the riddler esp from the Batman but i looove the reader's personality in here (they're so hotttt) and ed is so wet puppy coded I'm obsessed. they're a match made in heaven your honor.
The Cracked Leather Of Your Boots Dick Grayson x Male! Reader by OrangeBoulevard on AO3
apocalypse au, dick is literally an old wet puppy coded in here, i love their dynamics and the tension between them so much, still ongoing so i can't really say much about it, can't wait for updates!
Platonic! Bruce Wayne x Private Investigator! Batsib Reader x Platonic Dick Grayson! (Ft. Platonic! Alfred Pennyworth)
summary : after getting taken under bruce wayne's wing— you tried to navigating through your trauma and a new family as a survivor of one of gotham's tragic tragedy while also uncovering the billionaire's biggest secret hidden beneath the manor.
cw : mild spoiler for batman and robin : year one (2004), gn! reader, non-graphic description of murder, death, inaccurate description of PTSD, narcolepsy, and maybe depression.
an : i made alfred rather creepy (in an eerie way) in here *gulp nervously* like let's be honest, i would've been scared of him too.
wc : 1,3k+ words.
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it had been a week since you started living at wayne manor.
between the discreet glares dick kept sending your way, bruce's awkward attempts at being present for you despite constantly being pulled away by work, the endless trauma therapy appointments, and ms. lyn's frequent visits to monitor your 'progress' under bruce's care— life had become strangely mundane.
you had already started attending gotham academy three days ago, the same school dick went to. you'd made a few acquaintances, though none of them truly stuck close to you.
still, at least nobody dared to do anything bad to you.
that was probably thanks to the fact that you are under the wayne family's care now— and because your technically-older brother-dick grayson apparently had quite the reputation at school and people didn't want to mess up with him. (you don't want to know if it's in a negative or positive light).
"so…" the woman that sat across from you in the sitting room called out your name softly, she had a professional smile on her face as she darted her eyes between you and your caretaker who sat beside you.
"i see you're adjusting rather well here."
her tone remained smooth and lighthearted, but you could hear the subtle underlying tone beneath her words as she glanced toward bruce.
you quickly learned this wasn't ms. lyn's first rodeo in the whole 'bachelor guardian bruce wayne.' thing, she'd apparently monitored dick too after bruce first took him in not long ago.
you nodded mechanically, you really appreciated ms. lyn's genuine concern of your well being under bruce's care, but it really didn't do any better to help your growing anxiety over constantly feeling observed and evaluated.
"good. seems like you've finally improved your parenting skills, bruce." she raised an amused eyebrow. "or maybe they're simply more well-behaved than dick." ms. lyn raised a questioning eyebrow at your caretaker but there's no malice in her words as she wrote something on her little notepad.
bruce laughed immediately, the same polished laugh he used in interviews and press conferences. ‘a typical rich people laugh.'
"well don't let dick heard that, but they've been very well behaved ever since they stepped a foot into the manor"
ms. lyn hummed, rather contently this time- even though you sensed traces of distrust lingering beneath her calm demeanor. but still— she seemed content enough for today.
and you weren't planning to tell her about dick's unwelcoming attitude toward you, nor about bruce's frequent absences. because truthfully, dick hadn't done anything to you other than avoiding you completely and you were usually too busy drowning in homework, therapy sessions, exhaustion, or endless sleep to even process the loneliness settling inside your chest.
it felt awkward standing beside bruce outside the manor's grand oak doors as the two of you watched ms. lyn's car drove down the long driveway before disappearing from your sight completely. you shifted your weight nervously from one to other, picking nails absentmindedly before bruce's called out your name.
"... have you eaten yet? i'm sorry i couldn't be there for breakfast… and lunch" he said with a genuine guilt that made you shrink even further. he had gone early to the enterprise before breakfast so you just simply shake your head.
"no, that's okay, i know you're busy, i woke up late anyways"
which was true. ever since the incident, your sleep has become unpredictable. sometimes your brain simply… shut down, either you will sleep for hours on end or you couldn't sleep at all because of nightmares… a rather violent ones.
even now— you still can remember the tangy scent coating the air and vivid color of blood splattered across the floors and walls.
the deafening screams ringing endlessly in your ears as you desperately cover your mouth to stop your own sobs from escaping as you watch your friends and family get brutally massacred right in front of your eyes.
the heavy set of footsteps haunted you as it stopped right in front of your hiding place, you could feel them staring dagger on the little closet you hid making your heart drop to your stomach.
your ears are ringing loudly as the closet ripped open and a rough hand shoot to grab you out—
and everything went dark.
you jolted awake to the loud chime of the grandfather clock echoing through the hallway outside your room, what time is it?
you check the alarm on your nightstand, the digital number of 00:00 am greeted your bloodshot eyes, it's midnight already— ms. lyn's visit was three in the afternoon, which means you had passed out right in front of the manor. how embarrassing, bruce probably carried you all the way here himself.
it was after 3 days of living under the wayne's manor, you had passed out too many times on awkward hours, alfred suggested bruce to get you checked out.
that was when doctors diagnosed you with narcolepsy.
it was likely triggered by a head injury you suffered during the massacre, bruce didn't dare to questioned what happened that night so instead, the doctors recommended continued therapy.
you sighed and got up from the bed with a grumbling stomach, you hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and dinner had long passed by now.
you took a weak attempt on standing up, black dots clouding your vision before you took a deep breath and stood up, reaching for the door.
the clock is wrong, you stared at the grandfather clock standing in front of you.
10:47 pm.
but it was way past midnight, and you already got your fill for dinner a few moments ago, thankfully alfred was still in the kitchen washing the dishes, he quickly reheated dinner for you as soon as you entered the kitchen.
now you're on your way back to the bedroom before the grandfather clock took your attention away.
there were several grandfather clocks throughout wayne manor but this particular one always felt… wrong.
something eerie about it and you can't explain what or why, the first time you noticed it was when alfred escorted you to your room during your first night here.
the clock hands had never moved since then.
a soft cough startled you from your thoughts. you turned sharply, only to find alfred approaching down the hallways as he calls out your name softly.
"... what are you doing?" he asked politely, yet there's something nagging at the back of your head with the way alfred behaved.
his posture is still straight, facial expression is soft yet professional but you caught the brief flicker of his gaze to the grandfather clock, precisely— towards its unmoving hands -before quickly flicking back at you.
"alfred…" you began carefully, watching his expression closely. "is this clock broken?"
there's a pause that made your heart thump, ‘did you say something wrong?'
"yes, this clock is rather old, it was already fixed so many times and master bruce decided to just let it rest" he answered smoothly as you nodded, so the clock was something antique then, maybe something sentimental judging by the butler's reaction.
"you should be asleep now, master…" alfred said your name gently, though there was a quiet firmness beneath it and you can tell he was being genuine this time, "as your doctor instructed, staying awake at night won't help your narcolepsy."
you smiled and nodded, "okay alfred, thank you for the dinner"
"anytime, would you like me to escort you back to your room?"
"no need alfred, thank you" you bid him goodnight before walking back towards your room.
you purposely slowed down, listening closely to any footsteps behind you, but there was none— you can only hear your footsteps echoing through the hallways.
you reached your room, stepped inside quietly, and locked the door behind you, then you paused. from underneath the crack of your doorway—
you could still see alfred standing there motionless.
so, yeah, it's me, I'm that one person who read fanfic before UTBK, tapi! tapi, semua waktu ku untuk membaca fanfic itu terbayarkan
kesimpulannya? bacalah banyak fanfic sebelum UTBK 🫶🫶
I'M CRINEEE BUT CONGRATS POOKS, bener" the power of reading fanfic, tp ga bisa dicontoh utk semua org yh soalnya utbk gue 2 tahun yg lalu merah pdhl gue juga baca fanfic sebelum utbk 💔
"no, he would not be soft to you, he would actually kill you-" dooooon't care, make that man sobbing pathetically on his knees as he begs for you to stay.
silverwolf found out that blade has been seeing someone outside of the stellaron hunter, now it's like her number one mission to play cupid (she drags firefly along with her).
imagine her shock when she found out that particular person is you— her number one gaming rival or just someone she hates in general.
a comedic setting where bruce had gon missing or some other thing that left him unavailable but gotham needs a batman. (with private investigator! batsib reader)
but dick is already preoccupied with blüdhaven, jason dealing with the outlaws things, tim's busy with the titans, duke already tired from his daylight shift, cass needs to be the batgirl and steph simply won't do it so the only resort is you.
the only damn batkid who don't know jackshit about fighting but basic self defense like kicking your enemies right on their crotch.
just imagine the criminal's confusion when the batman fucking stumbled when grapling down, letting out a comical "YEOWCHHH" whenever 'he' hit a wall in attempt on jumping over it, even goes as far as fucking passed out just after one single punch.
not to mention the experated sighs coming out from robin for like every damn second, and the way that it's the sidekick that mostly did the job instead of the batman.
the criminals let their guard down when they realize the batman is not... batman-ing and most of them let out a scoff before trying to subdue the batman, only to get kicked right where the sun don't shine.
next thing you know, the news of batman has become the "serial eggs breaker." were all over the morning news and newspaper articles.
bruce will never let you go anywhere near the cowl anymore.
Platonic! Damian Wayne X Private Investigator! Batsib Reader (Ft .Platonic Jim Gordon)
summary : another mysterious case that are involved in champagne bottles and lime, meaning another bat to assist you much to your chagrin— this time it's the youngest bat turn.
cw : sfw, gn! reader, murder mystery, suicide mention, dialogue heavy, reader being a good big sibling and damian being a good little sibling.
an : final part of this case!! had so much fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoyed it as well, i will focus on year one updates now, so please check them out!
wc : 1,5k+ words.
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you are good, too damn good the fact that even your adoptive father— gotham's greatest detective himself approved of your skill since the day that he took you in.
bruce had seen that familiar glint in your eyes, the familiarity of curiosity and burning vengeance. it was so familiar… just like the first time he looked into dick's eyes. just like the expression bruce himself used to see staring back from the mirror.
but that was besides the point— now you need to focus on your current case, a slow smile stretched across your face as your gaze flickered across every person in the room. the knowing look in your eyes made several people shift uncomfortably where they stood, nervousness creeping into their expressions.
"the murder weapon wasn't found," you began calmly, "because it was hidden completely out of everyone's sight." some eyebrows raised at that, making you chuckle and wave your hand dismissively.
"i've already solved the hypothesis," you announced proudly. "but first, i need someone to fetch me a few things…"
"what exactly are you planning to do with all of that?" damian asked suspiciously, brows furrowed as he eyed the strange collection laid out across the bar counter : a bottle of water, an empty film roll container, and… "a bag of bath salts?" he deadpanned.
"just let me run a little experiment" you winked before you moved to the bar counter, now all eyes on you as you moved precisely.
"first, pour water into the container ⅓ full, and then add some bath salt before you close the lid" you move to close the lid before turning the whole container upside down so the lid on the bottom.
"now we'll wait for 2 to 3 minutes…"
everyone looked at you skeptically, some were wary while the others looked outright annoyed, a few officers sighed in visible exasperation, clearly assuming you were bluffing.
but before anyone could complain or opened their mouth—
*pop*
a loud 'pop' sound permeated through the room as the film container suddenly shot upward like a tiny rocket, slamming into the ceiling before clattering loudly onto the floor.
"w-what the hell was that?" an officer yelped in confusion. you smiled as you pointed towards the fallen container, "that, is the reason we couldn't find the murder weapon."
"are you screwing with us right now?"
"stop this fucking nonsense already"
"can we just go home?"
the room instantly erupted into irritated complaints and you waved both hands quickly in an attempt to calm everyone down. even damian himself looked deeply exhausted by your theatrics, but you persisted anyways ignoring the annoyance pointed at you.
"now would you guys just let me explain first?" the room quieted reluctantly as all heads turned on you.
"when bath salts dissolve in water, they release carbon dioxide gas, and the gas builds pressure inside the sealed film container until the upside-down lid eventually bursts open." you pointed toward the ceiling. "the pressure launches the container upward like a rocket."
"ah— that scent!" vivi suddenly exclaimed from behind the counter. "it smells like lime!" you smiled and snapped your fingers toward her. "exactly. the perpetrator used lime-scented bath salts."
"so that means the strange popping sound that i heard these days is…"
"were test launches," you finished for her. "the killer was experimenting to see whether the weapon would successfully stick to the ceiling."
gordon was left with eyes widening like a saucer at your explanation before blinking, "correct!" you pointed at him excitedly. "a hundred points for the commissioner."
"but that still doesn't make sense," damian interrupted, arms crossed as he stared at you intently.
"the wound was made by something sharp enough to puncture skin deeply— something similar to the ice pick." his brows furrowed further. "but a weapon that large wouldn't launch properly with the container." damian stated as he leaned his weight into one of his legs while staring at you with full concentration while you gave him a grin.
"dart tips can be removed from the barrel until they weigh only around eighteen grams," you explained. "light enough to fly." damian's eyes narrowed slightly in realization.
"additionally," you continued, "after attaching the poisoned dart tip beneath the film container using candle wax or clay, the perpetrator hid the entire mechanism inside a rolled-up poster standing upright."
you make an eye contact with ms. jones, she visibly flinched a little at that, making you smile before continuing,
"that way," you continued smoothly, "even if the launch wasn't perfect, the dart tip still had a high chance of flying upward and embedding itself into the ceiling." you exhaled softly before turning toward the real culprit.
"am i wrong mr. harris?"
"-the one who bought the darts for mr. smith?" the man jumped back in shock, before gritting his teeth, if a stare can kill you would be 6 feet underground by the way he's glaring at you right now.
"you— what the fuck are you on about huh? you-"
"let them continue," gordon interrupted the man before nodding at you to let you finish your explanation, you return the nod gratefully as you slowly approach mr. harris.
"this trick can only be done by mr. harris who sat right beside the poster because they hid the weapon inside."
"after the victim passed out from drinking, you intentionally lost the billiards game so you could stay behind alone with mr. smith."
"while everyone else was distracted playing pool, you stabbed mr. smith in the neck using the poisoned dart tip." you tilted your head slightly. "you disguised the movement as helping him put his jacket back on."
you paused, making an eye contact with mr. harris only this time— the man stare was wavering, there was panic hiding behind it, he was still glaring dagger at you but it only made your smile wider.
"you quickly replace the poisoned tip with the new one, and then you begin to prepare your rocket quickly while everyone's attention remained elsewhere"
you gestured toward the champagne bottle still sitting nearby right on the suspect's table. "then, at the exact same moment the rocket launched inside the rolled poster, you opened the champagne bottle."
understanding immediately flashed across gordon's face. "the sound…" he trailed, "so the champagne pop masked the rocket launch," gordon immediately grabbed the poster again and sniffed the damp lower half. "you're right… there's still a citrus smell."
"lime-scented bath salts," damian added casually, shrugging as he effortlessly followed your logic. he wouldn't say it at loud but he's quite impressed by your quick problem solving skill.
"that's right." you nodded. "and the final piece of evidence…" you nodded at the ceiling right above the suspects's table, "is still right there."
everyone looked up. and there— barely visible against the dark surface was a tiny dart tip embedded in the ceiling.
"but wait," gordon said slowly. "what happened to the rest of the rocket?" gordon mused as he looked at you expectantly while you just shrugged.
"everyone panicked when the champagne sprayed everywhere and soaked the poster." you glanced toward mr. harris knowingly. "during that chaos, he retrieved the fallen film container and the clay used to secure the dart tip. after all, by then the important psrt of the weapon was already stuck on the ceiling."
you smirked before turning to mr. harris, "isn't that right mr. harris?" the man was red in rage, he gritted his teeth until you could practically hear it grinding, but he couldn't get himself to say anything because every piece of the puzzle fit together perfectly.
and he was caught red handed.
after the gcpd retrieved the dart tip from the ceiling and officially cleared the crime scene, mr. harris and the remaining suspects were escorted back to the precinct for further investigation.
not long after, gordon texted you the final results and your theory had been correct.
mr. harris eventually confessed to the murder, admitting he killed mr. smith out of revenge for his late best friend— who had also been ms. jones' former lover. the man had taken his own life after enduring years of relentless pressure and humiliation from mr. smith.
you let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction before slipping your phone back into your pocket.
now you stood atop one of gotham's rooftops, leaning comfortably against the railing while damian sat perched on top of it instead, cape fluttering softly in the cold night wind.
"you're not heading back to the big bat?" you asked teasingly while damian just shrugged, "batman can handle himself."
"well, unlike you bats, my work hours are basically over." you stretched your arms tiredly before slumping dramatically against the railing.
"it's already midnight, want to grab a snack?"
"midnight meals are unhealthy," damian replied immediately.
"yeah, yeah." you waved him off dismissively before pulling your phone back, "batburgers sound pretty good right now. i'll even get you the vegan option."
"tt." damian turned his face away as if uninterested, but not before you caught the faint smile tugging briefly at his lips before it disappeared again beneath his usual stoic expression as you snorted softly to yourself.
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