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and before you ask yes I am okay! I was just very very very depressed these past few weeks and very busy with graduating high school!

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Rather than it being reader fanfic?

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Superman's first meeting with Robin

a stupid unfunny joke

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AUNTIE LOIS HOUSE⭑

PAIRING⭑ Damian Wayne x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS⭑ reader is the adopted daughter of Diana Prince, also known as Diana of Themyscira, also known as Wonder Woman. But what happens when the ever-loving, man-hating girl finally meets the ever-so-confident Damian Wayne?

CW⭑ fluff, angst, yearning (coming from damian), frenemies to lovers, death, childhood friends, brazilian folklore, POC reader, fem reader, reader is delulu and a brat lwky and more to be added!

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“I don’t see why I have to go.”

“You’re coming with me to the door.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“It is today.”

I crossed my arms, trying to show to Diana that I’m dramatically unimpressed, as Diana guided me up the steps of a very plain looking house.

Plain.

Too plain.

Way too plain.

Way too plain for my liking.

No marble columns. No training grounds. No ancient statues watching your every move.

Just… a porch.

And a door.

And a ridiculously hideous porch mat.

“I can stay on Themyscira, with granny Hippolyta” i tried once again to change Diana her mind on me staying there for the day. “I can train. Or read. Or… just not be here.” i tried to plead to my mother.

Diana, however, was not fooled.

“You enjoy staying here.” Diana mused again, trying to convince me to stay.

“I enjoy visiting her, yes. Does that mean I like to visit him, no.” I corrected immediately.

I do not want anyone to think that I would actually enjoy being in the presence of a boy. Just the thought alone makes my skin crawl.

That earned the faintest hint of a smile. Remembering all the times I would actively express my frustrations on the male species. Making it more funny when you actively remember I’m only five years old.

And before Diana could scold with something like “I shouldn’t judge a whole species just because of some bad fish”, the door swung open.

And there she was.

One of my favourite people around.

Lois Lane.

“reader!” Lois beamed, crouching slightly to my height, making it seem as if she was greeting royalty in which, honestly, felt correct.

My whole demeanour changed instantly. Forgetting that just a second ago I was prepared to cuss out the whole male species again.

“Auntie Lois!” i said, my whole body lighting up as i rush forward to give her a hug.

Lois caught me easily, laughing softly as she hugged me back.

“Well, aren’t you getting taller every time I see you?” she joked.

“I am,” i nodded seriously. “It’s training.”

I take my training very seriously, it’s my only way to show Diana that I am prepared for anything.

“I believe it.”

Behind us, Diana calmly watched, clearly pleased with how I’m interacting with Lois.

“She has been looking forward to this,” Diana said.

“I can tell,” Lois replied warmly, setting me back down but keeping a hand on my shoulder keeping me close, making sure I don’t trouble.

Very close.

Because for me, Auntie Lois is everything I want to be in the future, other than my mother: strong, smart, and perfect.

But then…

A voice from inside…

An annoying voice…

A voice I absolutely despise…

cuts me away from the fantasy of me in the future I was having in my head.

“Mommy, is that… oh.”

I froze.

Everyone froze.

Because everyone knew what was about to happen.

Slowly.

Painfully slow.

i turned my head.

There he was.

Jon Kent.

Standing in the hallway.

Looking… excited to have seen me.

“Oh cool, it is you,” Jon said, running closer. “Hey, reader! How have you been?”

He asked excitedly, he genuinely thought it would be a while before he saw me again.

Considering last time, i locked him in his room when Lois left me alone with him in his room for one minute so she could make something for us to eat.

Afterwards when they found Jon locked in his room alone, with me nowhere in sight, I had a long scolding from both Lois and Diana.

I simply stared at him.

Blank.

Unimpressed.

Deeply disappointed in the universe.

“…Hello,” I said flatly. I knew better to say something before I got scolded again. Ignoring his question on how I been doing.

Lois glanced between us.

Ah.

There it is.

She could see the way I was desperately trying to keep my composure and Jon was blissfully unaware of how I truly was feeling.

Diana definitely noticed.

Of course she did.

She always did.

“reader,” Diana said gently, “you will be spending the day here while I attend to League matters.”

“….”

“Reader” she repeated my name clearly, scolding me.

“I know,” i said quickly, my eyes still locked on Jon like he personally offended my intelligence.

“I expect you to be respectful and nice.”

“I’m always respectful and nice...”

Jon perked up trying to defend me from Diana. “Yeah, she’s-”

“-to Auntie Lois,” i finished pointedly.

Silence.

Lois coughed to hide a smile.

Diana, however, was not fooled.

“reader.”

“Ugh… fine I will behave,” i said, clearly annoyed on how the day was turning out to be.

A beat.

Diana studied me for a moment.

Then nodded.

“That is sufficient.”

She knelt, adjusting my sleeve gently.

“I will try return before nightfall.”

i nodded.

“I’ll be fine you don’t have to worry about me.”

Diana’s gaze softened.

“I know.”

She pressed a brief kiss to my forehead, grounding me.

Then she stood.

“To you as well,” she said to Lois.

Lois smiled. “She’s in good hands.”

Diana glanced once more at me.

Then at Jon.

A very brief look.

Measured.

Assessing.

Jon straightened instinctively.

“I’ll..uh.. will make sure she won’t get in trouble,” he quickly said. He always was nervous when standing in front of Diana.

Diana didn’t respond.

But she didn’t object either.

And then she was gone.

The door closed.

Silence.

i immediately moved closer to Lois.

Jon however remained where he was.

“…So,” he tried, “what do you wanna do? We could play with my Lego’s if you want.”

He was clearly nervous.

i however didn’t even look at him.

“I am talking to Auntie Lois.”

Lois raised a brow.

“I’m still here, you know.”

“I know,” i said sweetly, turning back to Lois. “Can I help you with anything?” I asked, wanting to make myself helpful.

Jon blinked.

“That’s not fair.”

i finally looked at him.

Confused on what he meant.

“What isn’t?”

“You’re nice to her.”

“Yes.”

“And not to me.”

“Yes.”

“…Why?”

i tilted my head, as if the answer was obvious.

“You’re a boy.” I said as if it’s the most obvious thing in the whole entire universe.

Jon stared at me, confused.

“That’s not a reason.”

“It is to me.”

Lois pressed her lips together, trying very hard not to laugh.

“Okay,” Jon said slowly, “but… I didn’t even do anything.”

“That’s exactly the problem.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t.”

“It does.”

“It- how does that make sense.”

I sighed, this was getting exhausting.

This was only taking more time from me spending time with auntie Lois.

“You’re loud. And you talk too much. And you stand weird.”

Jon looked down at himself.

“…how is me standing weird?”

“Because you stand like you’re about to say something.”

“I am about to say something!”

“Yes. Exactly, that is weird.”

Lois turned away slightly.

Definitely laughing now.

Jon looked betrayed.

I turned to look at Lois, wanting to make this whole conversation over.

“Auntie Lois-”

“Don’t bring me into this,” Lois said immediately, still smiling.

I nodded approvingly.

“Smart.”

Jon crossed his arms.

“…You’re mean.”

“No I’m not, I’m just honest.”

“That’s even worse.”

“Not really.”

Jon opened his mouth.

Then paused.

Looking at me more carefully now.

Not annoyed.

Curious.

“…Why don’t you like boys?” he asked, quieter this time. Clearly upset about this whole conversation.

i hesitated.

Just a second.

Then,

“I just don’t,” I quickly said.

Too quick.

Too simple.

Too short.

Jon noticed.

Of course he did.

But before he could say something that would definitely cause a fight from breaking out.

Lois stepped in.

“Alright,” she said brightly, stepping between us. “New rule.”

Both of us looking at her.

“You’re going to get along today.”

“No,” i said immediately, standing up scared.

“Yes!” Jon said at the same time, standing up excited.

Lois pointed at Jon. “Good start.”

Then at me.

“We’ll work on that.”

I frowned.

I hate not being able to be good at something.

“I am already behaving.”

“You can behave and be nice.”

“…That sounds unnecessary.”

“It’s not.”

Jon grinned.

“Yeah, reader.” Looking smug before adding. “You can behave and be nice.”

i shot him a dirty look.

He grinned even wider.

This was going to be a long day.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman had just returned to her mission at the Watchtower.

The Watchtower was quieter than usual.

Not silent.

It was never silent.

The monitors hummed softly as data streamed steadily across their screens. Beyond the glass, the vast curve of Earth slowly turned.

Wonder Woman stood near the central table, finishing her report.

“…and the situation has stabilized,” she concluded. “There should be no further disturbances along the river in the Amazonian rainforest.”

Across from her, Batman gave a single nod.

“Noted.”

A pause.

Then, without looking up from the data in front of him.

“How is she?”

Diana didn’t need clarification.

She folded her hands behind her back.

“She is… progressing.”

Batman’s eyes lifted slightly.

That word choice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Define progressing.”

Diana considered her answer for a second.

“She is intelligent,” she said. “Quick to learn. Observant. Her control has improved in some areas.”

“And in others?”

A small pause.

“She is developing a sense of… confidence.”

Batman’s expression didn’t change.

“Confidence?” he repeated.

Diana returned his gaze.

“…Egotism, at times.”

That got a reaction but not from him.

From across the room.

Superman let out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning back slightly. “That tracks.”

Diana glanced at him.

“You have noticed?”

Superman smiled, a little sheepish now.

“Jon has mentioned a few… interactions.”

Diana frowned lifted slightly.

“I see.”

Clark rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well—uh—about a month ago…”

He hesitated.

Then committed.

“She locked him in his room.”

A beat.

Batman looked up.

Diana didn’t move.

She wasn’t shocked at what she was hearing.

Clark continued, trying and failing to not sound amused.

“Apparently he was about to spread more of his boy germs and she…uh…decided that was unacceptable.”

Silence.

Diana closed her eyes briefly.

Not surprised.

Just… tired.

She had multiple conversations with reader on as to why that behaviour is unacceptable.

Batman, however, looked entirely unsurprised.

“Effective containment,” he said.

Superman blinked.

“That’s what you took from that?”

“It worked.”

“That’s not the point.”

“It is a point.”

Diana exhaled softly.

“She has developed… a strong bias.”

“That’s sure one way to put it,” Clark muttered.

Batman’s gaze returned to Diana.

“Source?”

Diana didn’t hesitate.

“Residual instinct. Fragmented memory. And… interpretation.”

“Of?”

“Her past.”

That settled heavier.

Superman’s expression softened slightly.

“She remembers things?”

“Not clearly,” Diana said. “But enough to influence her perception.”

“And she’s directing that toward-”

A beat followed.

“Men,” Diana finally confirmed.

Batman nodded once.

“Expected.”

superman frowned.

“Expected?”

“She was shaped by conflict,” Batman said. “Bias is a predictable outcome.”

“That doesn’t mean we ignore it.”

“We don’t,” Batman replied. “We document it.”

Diana’s gaze sharpened slightly.

“My daughter is not a case study.”

“She is a variable.”

“She is a child.”

A brief pause.

“She is both” Batman said.

That lingered.

Diana didn’t argue further.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

But he also wasn’t right either.

Superman stepped in, softer now.

“She’ll grow out of it,” he said, trying to diffuse the situation “Jon’s… a lot. It’s not entirely her fault.”

Diana almost smiled.

“Your son is resilient.”

“He has to be.”

A beat.

“…He keeps trying to be her friend.”

Diana’s expression shifted slightly at that.

Something thoughtful.

Something… concerned.

Because even if she won’t admit she is worried that her daughter would end up lonely.

So she is thankful to Jon for despite everything still trying to be her friend.

“She does not make that easy.”

“Understatement.”

Batman tapped something on the console, pulling up a new file.

“I still require a full documentation of her abilities,” he said.

Diana looked back at him.

“I am aware.”

“I will need direct observation.”

A pause.

Then—

“Bring her to the Batcave in one week.”

Clark winced slightly.

“Oh, that’s gonna go great.”

Diana ignored him.

“She does not respond well to interrogation.”

“This isn’t interrogation.”

“It will feel like it to her.”

“That’s irrelevant.”

“It is not.”

Batman finally turned fully toward her.

“She is unstable.”

“She is learning.”

“She influenced multiple individuals unintentionally.”

“She is only five.”

“She is powerful and we still don’t know what she can do.”

That hung between them.

Unavoidable.

Diana stepped closer.

Not aggressive

But firm.

“And she is under my care, i will take care of it.”

Batman held her gaze.

Unblinking.

“I’m not questioning that.”

“Then do not treat her as a threat.”

“I treat everything as a potential threat.”

“That includes children?”

“That includes anything capable of causing harm.”

Silence.

Clark shifted slightly.

“…Maybe we ease into the whole Batcave thing,” he suggested carefully. “You know. Less… interrogationy. More… visit?”

Batman didn’t look at him.

“She will come,” he said.

Not a question.

A statement.

Diana studied him for a long moment.

“She will,” she agreed.

A beat.

“But on my terms.”

Batman inclined his head slightly.

“Define them.”

“No treating her as anything less than what she is.”

“And what is that?”

Diana didn’t hesitate.

“A child trying to choose who she will become.”

Another pause.

“Fine.” Batman said.

Clark let out a quiet breath.

“Okay. Good. That sounds… manageable.”

Batman returned his attention to the screen.

“Next week,” he repeated.

Diana nodded once.

But her thoughts were already elsewhere.

Not on the Watchtower.

Not on the League.

But on a small house.

Where a five year old girl was likely making someone’s life very difficult.

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Hi, just a piece of constructive feedback that u didn’t ask for- short sentences aren’t as impactful if it’s used on every line, consistently so if u could use less and make ur paragraphs significantly longer, like at lest 5+ lines rather than a 5 words, i think it would really improve the quality. I’m not like a professional or anything though so feel free to ignore

I’m so sorry, but I don’t think this feedback was really needed. Miss Wonder and Mister Bat are just for fun and for anyone who likes my writing. I also enjoy writing in that style when I have some free time between school and work. However, I do think my writing style comes from translating my original Portuguese work into English and then making small changes to make it sound good and make sense. Even so, I’m still really grateful for the feedback and I will take it into consideration!

+ English is my fourth language so mistakes will always slip in whether I intend them or not.

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5 YEARS LATER⭑

PAIRING⭑ Damian Wayne x fem!reader

CW⭑ fluff, angst, yearning (coming from damian), frenemies to lovers, death, childhood friends, brazilian folklore, POC reader, fem reader, reader is delulu and more to be added!

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It's been five years since that fateful day at the river.

It's been five years since Diana adopted me.

Five years since I was… whatever I was before.

I don’t really remember what happened that night… I mean, I was a baby, but I also don’t really remember who I was before that night.

i only remember pieces.

Feelings more than memories.

Cold water that doesn’t scare me.

but what does scare me is a voice.

A voice that sounds like mine… but older.

It’s sounds desperate.

Hands reaching, reaching, reaching…

And then nothing.

…

“Reader.”

I blink.

The image i was seeing before, gone.

I’m back where I previously was.

The world comes back all at once, the bright white stone, the open sky, the distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs of Themyscira.

Diana stands a few steps away, arms crossed, not angry.

Just waiting.

I tilt my head.

“Yes?” I ask, my voice filled with hesitation.

“You were supposed to be training.” she scolds me.

“I am training.” I responded.

She raises a brow, amused.

“By staring into the water?” she asks, clearly knowing the answer.

I glance down at the pool at my feet.

It’s still.

Too still, for my liking.

“I’m observing,” I say.

“Mm.”

She doesn’t sound convinced.

Ignoring her, i dip my fingers into the surface.

Ripples spread.

Slow.

Perfect.

Then…

They stop.

Before they reach the edge.

I pull my hand back quickly.

As if, i was scared from what was coming.

Diana notices.

Of course she does.

She always does.

But this time she doesn’t say anything.

Atleast not yet.

Instead, she steps closer, her voice softer now.

“What do you see?”

I hesitate.

Not because i don’t know what it is.

But Because I don’t know how to explain it without sounding… strange.

“It’s just water,” I say finally.

Diana doesn’t move.

“And?”

I frown.

She knows me to well.

“And… it listens.”

The words slip out before I can stop them.

I freeze.

Waiting.

Waiting for her to say that i was wrong.

But Diana doesn’t react the way I expect.

Instead.

She kneels beside me, her gaze resting on the surface of the pool.

“Does it speak back?” she asks.

I shake my head.

“No.”

A pause.

…

“Not in words.” i finally answer.

Diana nods slightly, like that makes sense.

Maybe to her, it does.

“Then what does it do?”

I look down again.

The water looks normal.

Harmless.

But I know it isn’t.

“It feels like…” I start, then stop.

“Like what?”

“Like it’s waiting.”

Diana is quiet for a moment.

Then—

“So are you.”

I glance up at her.

“What?” i ask confused with what she means by that.

She smiles faintly.

“You are waiting to understand it,” she says. “Just as it waits for you to understand yourself.”

I make a face.

She always says something that never makes sense.

“That sounds like one of your lessons.”

“It is.”

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it.”

“…Good.”

A small silence settles between us.

It’s omfortable.

Familiar even.

Then.

A shift.

Not in the air.

In the feeling.

Like something is pulling me.

It’s Soft.

It’s persistent.

I look back at the water.

It moves.

Just slightly.

I didn’t touch it.

“reader.”

Diana’s voice sharpens just a little.

Grounding me before i start to panic.

I blink again, forcing my focus back.

“I’m sorry, i don’t know what happend”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” i quickly said.

She gives me the look.

The one that means she knows I’m not telling the whole truth.

“It just… does that sometimes,” I admit.

“How does it make you feel?”

I shrug.

“Like I should do something.”

“And do you know what that is?”

“No.”

Diana nods slowly.

“Then you wait.”

I sigh.

“I don’t like waiting, why should i wait for something that i dont even know what it wants from me.”

“I know.”

She stands, offering me her hand.

“Come. Training does not wait for you.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to,” I whine like a typical 5 year old.

“I know, sweetheart, but we both know training is needed before you officially enter a man's world.”

I finally take her hand.

Her grip is warm.

Steady.

Real.

Nothing like the pull of the water.

As we walk away from the training grounds, I glance back one more time at the pool.

The pool is calm again.

Like nothing happened a second ago.

But I know better.

Because deep down.

I can still feel it.

It’s not gone.

It’s just quiet.

Waiting.

And for some reason…

I think it’s waiting for me.

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the edit is by @therealhelenawayne on tt!

#diana prince #diana of themyscira #wonder woman

NEW BEGINNINGS ✶⋆.˚

PAIRING⭑ Damian Wayne x fem!reader

CW⭑ fluff, angst, yearning (coming from damian), frenemies to lovers, death, childhood friends, brazilian folklore, POC reader, fem reader, reader is delulu and more to be added!

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The doors of the Watchtower slid open with a low hum.

Conversation didn’t stop immediately.

It always did when Wonder Woman entered a room.

Except this time… it wasn’t just her.

Batman noticed first.

He always did.

His gaze flicked up from the holographic display, sharp and serious.

Not at Diana.

At what she was holding.

“…You’re late,” he said, voice even.

But his eyes didn’t move.

Diana stepped fully into the room, calm as ever, her expression composed but somehow softer than usual.

“I encountered something unexpected,” she replied.

From across the room, Superman smiled lightly, turning toward her.

“That sounds like the start of a story,” he mused. “Everything alright?”

Diana didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she shifted her arms slightly.

And the bundle moved.

Small.

Alive.

The room went quiet.

Completely quiet.

“…Is that” Superman started, then stopped, blinking in surprise.

“A child?” flash murmured.

Batman was already moving, fast on his feet.

Not aggressive.

But deliberate.

Every step measured as he approached her.

“Explain,” he said.

Diana met his gaze without hesitation.

“I found her at the river’s edge,” she said “Alone.”

“Where are her guardians?” batman asked, already calculating every possible solution.

“She has none.”

Batman’s eyes narrowed.

“That is statistically unlikely.”

“She is not bound by your statistics.”

That earned the smallest shift in the room.

Superman stepped closer now, curiosity overtaking hesitation. He leaned slightly, careful, trying to see the child’s face.

“…She’s really small,” he said softly.

As if that mattered.

As if that changed anything.

The baby stirred.

A quiet sound escaped her, more breath than voice.

And for a brief second…

The lights in the Watchtower flickered.

Subtle.

Easy to miss.

Except no one in that room missed anything.

Batman’s gaze snapped upward, then back to the child.

“Diana.”

“There is more,” she mused.

Of course there was.

There always was.

He didn’t interrupt her this time.

He waited.

Diana’s voice lowered.

“The river did not behave naturally,” she said. “It parted. It… offered her to me.”

No one spoke.

Even Superman’s expression shifted for a second, less curiosity now, more attention.

“And?” Batman prompted.

Diana held his gaze.

“And the gods were present.”

That landed.

...

Batman scoffed.

But he didn’t dismiss it entirely.

He simply asked:

“Which ones?”

“I do not know,” Diana admitted. “But their intent was clear.”

A pause.

“She has been given a second life.”

Silence followed that.

Longer this time.

Batman’s expression sharpened.

“A reincarnation,” he said.

“Yes.”

“And you brought it here.”

“I brought her here.”

Another shift.

Subtle.

Diana adjusted her hold slightly, and this time, the child’s face became visible.

Small.

Peaceful.

Too calm for a room full of strangers.

Her eyes opened.

And for a moment...

for a they seemed to focus.

Not randomly.

Not like a normal baby.

It was as if she was looking.

Right at them.

Superman inhaled quietly.

“…She’s aware,” he murmured.

“She is more than she appears,” Diana said.

Batman stepped closer.

Close enough now to truly observe.

He didn’t reach out.

Didn’t touch.

But his presence pressed in, evaluating, calculating.

“Power?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Control?”

“…No.”

That was the problem.

They both knew it.

The baby shifted again.

But this time.

She hummed.

Softly.

Barely there.

But it carried through the room.

Not through sound...

Through something else.

Superman’s posture changed slightly, his shoulders easing without him noticing.

Thee flash who was tsanding near the console stilled, his expression going distant.

Even the air felt… heavier.

Batman’s eyes narrowed sharply.

He took a step back.

“Enough,” he said, low and firm.

The effect snapped.

Instantly.

Like a thread cut.

The baby went quiet again.

Blinking.

Innocent.

As if nothing had happened.

Batman’s gaze hardened.

“What you’ve brought here is not a child,” he said.

Diana didn’t flinch.

“She is both.”

“She is a risk.”

“She is a responsibility.”

“She is unknown.”

“She is alive.”

A beat.

Neither of them moved.

Superman stepped in gently, not going inbetween them, but close enough to soften the edge.

“Diana…” he said carefully, “what are you planning to do?”

Diana didn’t hesitate.

“I am going to raise her.”

That did it.

That broke the stillness.

“You’re what!?” Flash asked from across the room.

Batman’s voice cut through it all.

“No.”

It wasn’t loud.

But it was absolute.

“No,” he repeated. “You will not.”

Diana’s expression didn’t harden.

But it didn’t yield either.

“She has been given a second chance,” she said. “I will not see it wasted.”

“She is unstable.”

“She is unformed.”

“She influenced the room without intent.”

“Then I will teach her intent.”

Batman stepped closer again.

“This is not Themyscira, diana. You cannot isolate variables. You cannot guarantee containment.”

“I do not intend to contain her.”

“Then you intend to fail.”

That should have escalated things.

But Diana only looked at him.

“You raised a child to be a weapon,” she said quietly.

A pause.

Sharp.

Precise.

“And you of all people believe that I cannot guide one, who never was given the choice to be anything else?”

The room went still again.

And because of that.

It landed.

Batman didn’t respond immediately.

Didn’t deflect.

Didn’t argue.

He just looked at the child.

Really looked this time.

At her size.

Her stillness.

The quiet danger beneath it.

Then back at Diana.

“…And what will happen if she chooses wrong?” he asked.

Diana’s grip on the child tightened...just slightly.

“Then I will be there,” she said.

Not defensive.

Hopeful.

Certain.

The baby shifted in her arms, tiny fingers curling against the fabric of her armor.

Holding on.

Batman watched that.

Longer than necessary.

Then finally...

“…You’ll inform the League of any developments,” he said.

It wasn’t approval.

But it wasn’t refusal anymore either.

Diana inclined her head.

“Of course.”

Superman exhaled softly, tension easing just a fraction.

“Well,” he said, a small smile returning, “I guess that makes us… unofficial babysitters?”

No one answered that.

But the atmosphere shifted.

Not relaxed.

Not comfortable.

Just… adjusted.

Diana looked down at the child once more.

Her voice softened.

“I will call her Reader”

The name settled into the room like something already decided.

New.

And as the Watchtower resumed its quiet hum around them…

No one quite said it out loud...

But they all understood.

Something had just changed.

And none of them knew yet…

how much.

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MISS WONDER AND MISTER BAT ✶⋆.˚

PAIRING⭑ Damian Wayne x fem!reader

CW⭑ fluff, angst, yearning (coming from damian), frenemies to lovers, death, childhood friends, brazilian folklore, POC reader, fem reader, reader is delulu and more to be added!

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PROLOGUE⭑ an death and rebirth

CHAPTER 1⭑ new beginnings

CHAPTER 2⭑ 5 years later

CHAPTER 3⭑ auntie Lois house

CHAPTER 4⭑ more to be added!

BIRTH BY THE RIVER⭑

PAIRING⭑ Damian Wayne x fem!reader

CW⭑ fluff, angst, yearning (coming from damian), frenemies to lovers, death, childhood friends, brazilian folklore, POC reader, fem reader, and more to be added!

I DO NOT CONDOME AI TO BE USED ON MY WORK!

The river was loud that night.

the surface of the river rippling loudly underneath the moon that is glowing bright in the nightsky. The air was thick, humming with something ancient.

Something older.

Someting dangerous.

Wonder Woman stood at the river’s edge, unmoving, her eyes fixed on the water.

She had been following the disturbance for weeks. The villagers came to her with their growing concern about the number of missing fishermen and the strange things that had been happening to their village for a while.

The whispers of voices in the night, of men walking toward the river as if they were being called toward it by something they could not resist. The number of missing men was only growing every night, but there had been no bodies. No evidence of violence.

Only silence.

When Diana came to this village near the Amazon River, the moment she stepped one foot into it, she felt a strong aura. Even after speaking with the village head, she still felt perplexed.

That’s how she ended up at the heart of the river.

The river pulled inward, as if it were breathing.

Diana stepped forward.

“Show yourself,” she asked, her voice calm but carrying authority, but an invitation that even the unseen might respect.

For a moment, nothing answered.

but then.

The water that was moving roughly a second ago stilled.

Not naturally. Not gently.

It obeyed.

A pale glow began beneath the surface, soft at first, then growing brighter, stretching through the dark water like moonlight.

Diana did not reach for her weapon.

She couldnt.

All she could is watch.

Something was rising.

At first, it was only light.

Then shape.

Then…

… A baby

Small. Fragile. Calm.

The river opened just enough to release her, the infant drifting upward as if it was being cradled by unseen hands. When finally she reached the surface, the water placing her carefully on the shore at Diana’s feet.

The glow faded.

After a while the river resumed its restless motion.

But the baby remained.

Diana knelt slowly.

The baby was wrapped in nothing but water that clung to her skin like silk before slipping away back into the river. Her hair was damp, her tiny fingers curled loosely as if she had just let go of something strong.

Her eyes opened for a second.

And for a single second, the child’s eyes were not something Diana ever seen before.

They were deep. Ancient even. Heavy with something Diana could not name.

The infant blinked, and whatever had been there sank beneath the surface, leaving only something soft.

A second chance.

Diana’s expression shifted not to fear, but to understanding.

“The gods,” she murmured.

As if in answer, the wind stirred.

And above them, the moon brightened.

With intention.

A presence settled over the river, unseen but undeniable.

She has lived as something else before.

Now she will live as this.

A second chance at a life that had previously been harsh to her.

Diana exhaled slowly.

Her gaze returned to the child.

Not innocent.

Not guilty.

Something in between.

Something… waiting.

“And you would place her with me,” Diana said quietly.

The wind softened.

The river calmed.

That was answer enough.

For a moment, Diana did not move.

She understood what this meant.

This was not a blessing.

This was responsibility.

The child shifted, a small sound escaping her, and instinctively, she reached outward, her tiny fingers grasping at nothing.

Diana’s resolve broke in that instant.

Not from weakness.

But from choice.

She slid her hands beneath the child and lifted her carefully, supporting her head with practiced ease. The baby was warm despite the river, her heartbeat steady, real.

Human.

The child stilled in her arms.

Then, barely more than a breath…

She hummed.

The sound was faint, unformed… but the river responded.

It quieted.

Not completely.

Just enough.

Diana’s eyes sharpened.

“Yes,” she said under her breath. “You will need guidance.”

The child’s fingers curled around the edge of Diana’s armor.

She did not cry.