edit: so... I did make a fic out of it (: here's the masterlist
I'm going to need all of you to hear me out on what I'm about to spew, but I have yandere!batfam brain rot, and I just came across Yan!girldad!nolan grayson.
HEAR ME OUT!
Putting a page break here cuz idk how long this will be-
So- the usual neglected batsis that as a youngster craved the attention of her fam, but after being brushed away, after being ignored, after being straight up forgotten about, says fuck it, y'all aren't worth my love, I'll use the Wayne money to do as I please.
So she does. She uses the monthly allowance that is on auto pay straight to her card to do arts, to paint her heart away, to draw and play video games, to fund and pay off anything from homeless shelters to medical bills, trying to make a dent into the Wayne fortune both in selfish and non-selfish ways. She's basically a petty tween.
But then she wakes up with powers. She thinks she's a meta- batman doesn't like metas, that's what she thinks, she doesn't know Bruce doesn't want metas in Gotham due to Gotham being ground zero for meta trafficking. Boom, panic.
I think she has powers like flying, super strength, and like immediate healing if not "iron skin" like Superman. So she wakes because she hits the ceiling due to flying while asleep. She panics, falls, maybe breaks something, nobody comes to check on her-
Now, she always has toyed with the idea of leaving, but this? THIS? Breaking point, she packs necessities and the Wayne card and says bye-bye Gotham, good morning... Chicago? NYC? Idk, whichever place Omni man lives in ig.
The batfam, of course, doesn't notice. In this universe, I think even Alfred won't have been paying that much attention to batsis, man's too busy. So what if one day he does his rounds, cleaning, opens a door he hasn't been in a while.
The room is dusty. Dusty beyond hell, and one singular photo of batsis at like a kindergarten graduation makes him drop everything, including his heart. Old man goes feral, absolutely crazy, because where the fuck is this kid, this little baby, that he went and picked up because Bruce couldn't be bothered.
The batfam goes crazy too. In the mean time-
Batsis is, surprisingly, living her best life. Initially, she planned on getting an under the table job- clean a bar, babysit, be the errand girl of some shady drag dealer, etc. But Nolan sees her while she tries to get her powers under control, shakily flying, accidentally blowing to pieces a tree as she leans against it.
Omni-man as he lurks in the shadows: Debbie would love a daughter. I would love a daughter.
Batsis would call it kidnapping, Nolan calls it adopting without extra steps. Debbie takes one look at this shaken kid and immediately goes mama mode while reprimanding Nolan about taking a kid off the streets and not warning her so she could prepare better.
Mark? It takes about 2 hours before he realizes that they can be training buddies and that they have similar taste in some things. That's his baby sister. No arguments, just baby sis. Batsis? Much like a hungry, cold cat, she accepts her fate. It does feel nice to finally have some attention on her.
So she trains with Nolan and Mark, gets great, becomes a reluctant superhero, deliberately ignores Nolan's rants about her becoming such a great warrior, his little girl on the way of becoming the greatest conquror. Gothamite batsis just shrugs it off as just a Thursday.
Back with the batfam, pure chaos. Everyone is in shambles. How could they forget about a whole kid? Their siblings, Bruce's youngest daughter. Guilt is slowly turning into madness, and madness is slowly turning into a need to prove they can be better, that they weren't deliberately overlooking an innocent child because of personal pettiness, they were just distracted but now they'll right their wrongs.
Bonus p1:
Superman finally meeting batsis: What do you mean you're Bruce's kid? 😃 What do you mean you're a meta and instead of coming to uncle Clark you go and get adopted by murderous Omni-man? 🙂 What do you mean you kinda approve of him killing his enemies? 🫠
Batsis just wants Joker to die.
Bonus pt2:
Dick: What do you mean she's calling that other Grayson boy big brother? 😀
Damien: What do you mean I have another sibling? What do you mean she's calling that purple alien bastard her little brother?! I blame you, father.
Bonus pt3:
John Constantine: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GAVE ONE OF BATMAN'S KIDS IMMORTALITY AND MAGICAL POWERS?
The deity/entity batsis has been depicting in her paintings for years: *shrugs* I was bored, my little priestess was sad, she's not anymore 🤷
That's the plot twist, batsis is actually magical, but her powers work the way they do because that's the only way she knows how to fight with them. Magic isn't on her thought as a possibility, even if she was into the occult.
Cue John drinking for 3 days straight before having the courage(or will) to go to the Bat.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁FLASH!READER X MARK GRAYSON, FLASH!READER X DICK GRAYSON . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
—DICK GRAYSON
HE ALREADY DEALT WITH SPEEDSTERS AKA FLASHES BEFORE. BUT HAVING A CRUSH ON ONE? or EVEN DATING ONE??
Now that's absurd. Especially if you’re from the Flash family, I can imagine Wally side-eyeing dick everyone he’s on his phone.
“Are you texting my cousin?” he would ask which makes dick jolts and turn his phone off. “What? No….” like that all took place during when you guys were younger….
I MEAN WHO WOULD LIKE A FREE WILD SPIRIT SPEEDSTER?
Richard John Grayson would.
When years go by, he remembers the times when you would accidentally crash on him. Landing on top of him his face turns red.
Lord, puppy love is not a joke. But either wise, you and him are so cute!
You would speed over to romantic places so quickly, just to surprise him. Maybe he expected it and smirks, already dressed before you can confuse him.
There were times when you would just dead-ass “kidnap” him to a sweet date. Yeah, he cursed you out a bit for leaving him in pajamas, but hey! That’s just love for you as a speedster.
Dick always makes you cute things to just see you vibrate in excitement, it’s just so cute seeing you speed around happily.
Uses you as a massager.
You can’t blame him. It’s quite hilarious lmao
Wally still giving him side eyes seeing you and Dick cuddle, because why tf are yall so happy in love for? 🙁
Makes him SICK
(Jk he loves you both!)
—MARK GRAYSON
Being on the teen team, you had a tracksuit hero kinda suit. You looked cool with goggles and just boots/sneakers.
Hella badass don’t you think?
No one expected you both to date because you thought he liked Eve.
WEIRD ISNT IT?!!
He loves how energetic you are, you speed around a lot. Helping others carefully.
He loves to hear you yap, he doesn’t care if he can’t or can understand you when you start to speed up your talking a lot. It’s just the way you talk with your hands a lot and even act out some actions with stories.
It’s so passionate
Don’t get him started on doing races with you, you speeding off and him somehow tackling you down. Both tumbling as you giggle, because you know he won’t ever hurt you.
I think that literally any speedy character has adhd due to fast thinking in their brains and having trouble focusing and hyperactivity (like me fr…)
Cause Mark doesn’t mind having you stimming and having you play with his fingers. He finds it adorable.
He does admire you a lot and keeps you on track. He makes sure you don’t accidentally crash into anyone or a wall.
Mark also uses you as a massage gun, I mean sure he probably won’t feel it will depend on how fast you are going to your hands.
But the moment he groans, feeling all the tension in his muscle goes. He’s falling asleep.
And now you’re just here massaging this half-alien boy with a deadpan face cause you have comic books to read, a scheduled procrastination day, watching your fixation on a cartoon or anime.
And here you are massaging your beloved boyfriend who is smiling in his stupid dream about you and him marrying.
Bro, I've never watched Invincible but imagine Mark somehow ending up in the DC universe and in the hands of the Justice League, and they're like super understanding of his situation and how he needs to get back to his own dimension. Marks like "Omg great!" But while he's staying with them, he notices how they're low-key similar to the old Guardians of the Globe and he's like "Fuck" bc Superman to him is like a parallel to his dad (fucking obviously) and he's just side eyeing the SHIT out of Superman cause like what if he witnesses this guy fucking murder all his teammates, what if he's a Viltrumite (Mark is unaware of Kryptonians yet), what if this is one of those potentially fucked up dimensions, while Superman is clearly like; 🌸✨ (◍•ᴗ•◍)✨🌸
Meanwhile Batman is side eyeing the fuck out of Mark, theorizing that bro is somehow a half clone of Dick bc they kinda look similar. (YOU'RE DELUSIONAL BRUCE, YOU CANT KEEP HIM)
im looking through superbat tag bc of lack of invincible n im doing great(am not)
But consider: batman-esque!reader x superman-esque!invincible from parallel universe get stranded in mainstream together n have to work with gda to escape bc angstrom is gone. Main!Mark finds out his own version of reader being like a healthier version of batman!reader just by having their parents still alive.
Is superman!mark a hybrid between krypton n viltrumite? ....Debbie who hides being from krypton n Nolan....shit now i do want to read this, holy shit. Baby mark getting laser vision before flight n nolan has to jugle his memory to find out what the fuck happened with krypton n debbie who keeps hiding that info from him.
Does anyone remember that comic with philza n his wife where theyre both immortal but dont know about each others immortality so they stay married for longer than 50 years bc the other wont die? Thats Debbie n Nolan
Meets darkwing2 is fun if slightly weird experience. I believe they would become besties lol
Main!Mark sparring with Super!Mark n losing bc second keeps pulling some bullshit op powers against him to win every time n b!reader just "oh yeah he does that sometimes." Like nothing is wrong n he didnt just froze m!mark in place with breath
Idk if im gonna write it but i should leave it for others so if anyone does they have to tag me :>
Now that I have ur permission to request, I was wondering if it could be a batfam/invincible x magical boy reader (magical boys are just magical girls but dudes) it can be headcanons or a small drabble, doesn't matter!
If reader/you were to say the spells out loud, the family would try to see if you can try to do them some other way for your safety. If it’s not possible, than maybe how about you say the spells softly low
Your own batfamily suit is so cool! It has back up weapon that holds your magic incase your magical weapon snaps and have it regenerate, so it’s a win win that Bruce is considerate 
Bruce, the man himself sees you as a son. So of course expect a little bit of bossiness and control about where you go, what you eat, and how your performance is with missons
Although, Bruce is amazed by your abilities, especially your spells. He’ll test how much you know about your spells and analyze what each can do be helpful during serious things.
Lastly, he’s a good guy that makes sure you also have a good “normal” life outside of your magical business.
Jason is the type of guy to ask for you do a magic trick, and it literally the most classic “magic” trick in the world as you make an apple disappear or maybe pull a bunny out of no where.
Course zatanna and you are best friends! You both are different kind of magic users but are still powerful. Zatanna is mostly shocked that you are.. a magical boy.. cause like she never heard of that before so of course she is interested in you (platonic ofc)
And Raven? She’s chill about it! You could be doing something by her as you hum whilst she meditates to keep her powers in control
If you were the kind of magical boy to be like “i honestly wants this shit to be done” with a quick transformation of your outfit and immediately one shooting an enemy.. any one around the radius would be shocked to see that
Dick is literally the same as Jason, “do a magic trick!” He exclaims as he sits on the couch and watches you sighed in an annoyance as you pulled a quarter from his ear out of pity
He fakes shock before clapping his hands as he just kept that stupid grin on his face. But other than that, he at least supports of you if you do wanna be a at a kid’s party to show off your own tricks.
Dick always shows you designs of his own about your magical boy outfit, honestly is your number one supporter
Tim side eyes you everytime you transform cause it’s so dramatic, like bro is holding his staff as he just stares at the glowing light blinding his eyes. But either wise, he would just use that blinding light to “STRIKEE!!” a hoe when the foe is stricken by your glowing body
Tim using you as a glow stick, or maybe your wand as you run up and smack his head as he uses it during a power outage
You and tim are an odd duo that don’t be around each other as much, but always make things work with duo combos
Damian pitys you due to how he sees your whole being as pathetic, that was til you hit killer croc with the hardest beaming blast of his life
Soon he magically clings to you like a black cat that doesn’t like anyone but you, he literally tugs on your clothing to show you some drawings of you in a sparkling aura having your magical weapon
Shows Jon you, and Jon starts to fanboy over you whilst you have two young child just gushing over how cool you are to them now.
It’s a shocker really
INVINCIBLE—
Honestly, you’re in teen team, there’s so many coool people with such cool powers! And then there’s you in your “magical” outfit as Rex makes fun of you. Saying how “girlish” you seem whilst Eve and mark try to comfort you.
Rex was soon turned into a frog, smirking as he croaks in distress.
Rex never doubted you again, but after the whole shot in the head gig happened, he was one of the dudes that just got along with you. “Oh that guy? Yeah he can make you shit sparkles, watch out.”
If you had a magical weapon that helps along with your magical boy persona, you can bet mark is swooping in as you yelled in anger about your broken weapon that will have to regenerate in 24 hours now
Mark and the others, mostly mark, scolds you for relying on some “stupid” staff
Eve being your best girl friend as you both hang out, mark is a great guy. He would always make sure you’re okay, and always see what kinda other spells you can do.
If your magical boy transformation changed your whole appearance like hair, eyes, or just like height, the team will be shocked when you’re out of your appearance and look so… normal.
You’re more of a support than on the team, sure you can fight and handle battles with those deadly or passive attack spells, but you’re on the sideline of things
Debbie wasn’t sure about some magic boy in her house, but seeing how Oliver likes you and mark loves you around. She invites you at any chance for dinner
Meanwhile Cecil has plans for if you turn against him, of course if you went rouge and not just “hey, I quit.” Type of against him ofc
Either way. You and Oliver are such gremlins
“Can you turn mark into a frog?” Is what Oliver asked you the first moment you told him how you turned rex into one.
Chasing mark with Oliver was fun!
Eve finds it so funny when you turn any guy trying to harass her into a horse , just to actually call them a horse face.
Imagine mark watching your transformation and just clapping supportively as you flex off your new “hero” costume
The variants, they stare at you weird. You don’t exist in any of their worlds. You’re an anomaly, something that shouldn’t be alive, something that shouldn’t even breathe when you blast one variant from you with a beam that actually hurts him. And he’s supposed to be… invincible.
And that's about it... We also got people attacking that ai CEO, which I'd love to see those data centers go up in flames, just saying-
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"And you'll just ignore their warning?" Debbie huffed, crossing her arms at your stubbornness.
"What's he gonna do, mom? Shoot me?" While the concept was funny to you, the frown on Debbie's face was enough to know your humor wasn't shared. "It'll be fine. How many times have I gone back to Gotham without them knowing?"
"They weren't watching before-"
"They aren't watching now. You heard Slade, they're chasing fairytales, and he theorizes it's about me because he hangs out too much with the paranoid king Alexander Luthor." Calling Lex the paranoid one, like you haven't been James Doakes-level paranoid about Nolan before.
The older woman returned the hug when your arms wrapped around her.
"I'll be fine. Don't you trust me, ma?"
"I trust you, sweety. I don't trust them. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me they've been the most mentally sane, emotionally stable people as of late." She pulled away to look at you, taking in the woman you've become, aching for the times when you and Mark were still little kids. "I'm your mother. I worry, it's my job, I signed up for it willingly. At least make fewer trips to Gotham- Jason and the buildings won't collapse."
When have they ever been stable? You don't remember any moment where the house wasn't full of tension or arguments, and the little night of trying to bond always seemed to end with them screaming at each other. But then again, they never bothered including you, so maybe those are just the ones you caught.
"Mom-" You didn't want to think about them. "I'll try. I can't promise, but I'll try to lower the number of trips to Gotham."
"Can we go now?" Both women side-eyed the man, and Thragg just stared right back. "The dish is getting cold."
The viltrumite had insisted on carrying everything, from the bags to the gifts and the bucket-sized tableware of slow-cooked pork made just for good ol' grandpa Morgan.
"The ice cream is melting too."
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Country life is peaceful.
Peaceful but busy, and that was what Conquest had needed. The peace of finally existing without the need to prove himself, without the need to fight until he passed out and bled everywhere, without having everyone tense around him- it was something he couldn't name, but he knew from the smiles on your face, on his therapist's face, that it was something good.
But he was still a soldier at heart. It's what he's always been.
He wouldn't quite call it "taking orders" when it came to the Kents, it was mutual. A symbiotic relationship, if you will. They asked, he did because he can. He asked, and they did out of the goodness of their hearts. They call him "friend", and his heart aches, his intestines warm up, and he has to bite the inside of his cheeks to fight the smile that each day seems to slip between his restraints.
Conquest was Morgan now. The family friend, the helpful neighbor, the grandfather, and the mentor.
He was Morgan because he finally could. Because you allowed him such commodities, and he had to repay you. You, whom he could roughhouse with, your exterior as tough as he was. Stronger than he could ever be. But your heart was soft. Like the fluffy pillow Dog had taken ownership of, like the warm flannel you'd gifted him, and like the thick duvet Martha had insisted on him having.
Morgan was still a viltrumite, deep in his bones, in his DNA.
And he knew none of his kin could take care of your naive, hopeful heart. Not like it should be, not like you deserve after giving him a chance out of everyone in the universe. You'd opened your arms to him, stood tall while advocating for him, and he'd do everything to keep you still standing tall and proud, with a smile on your face.
Thragg can't change, won't change, there's no mercy or care in that wannabe king, and Morgan will die on that hill. There's no changing those who don't want to be changed.
You needed a loyal dog to fight for your dreams, not a master to dim your light, and Kon-El was eager to be just that.
Morgan doesn't care how aware the boy is of his opinions of him, but Kon knows that Morgan only wants what's best for you. And that's a common goal. You. Your happiness, but mostly just you. Kon also knows there's something wrong with him when it comes to you, and he knows Morgan sees it above everyone else.
But it's just love.
Kon-El loves you, and his family may think it's just a harmless crush, but Morgan has seen it for what it was. And he so kindly offered to help him hone some things Clark didn't even know about himself. He's gotten faster, stronger, smarter- Lex would be fuming with jealousy that he couldn't make him into the weapon he was willingly becoming just for one person.
He couldn't ask Clark, the man believes he's unc' Clarky now, but he was still shady in your eyes. Going to Lex wasn't an option either, he'd rather eat kryptonite than give that man an inch- that and Kon was quite sure he'd go running to you the second his bald ass could. Morgan's offer came to both him and Jon. A friendly, fatherly thing to hide the lie beneath, worry about their terrible form while helping farm the land, and their struggle after just a few hours.
Young Jon remained unaware and came on and off to these training sessions. Kon was clinging to them as if they were the only thing that kept him alive.
It was a privilege in Kon's eyes. After all, he was hanging out with one of the few you considered family, someone who also knew what he was talking about, someone who had met Kryptonians before Superman was even born, who had fought them and survived. But he grasped his words the easiest. Slips, Kon called them. About you, about Morgan's worries, about what type of person the old alien would be proud to see by your side.
Morgan would say he's been manipulating him.
A soft sigh there, a little information about you, a well-placed frown, and a better feign of distrust of the young man as he spoke about Bruce Wayne and his horde. Soon enough, Kon came to him, angry about his friends, crying because they couldn't understand, because Timothy couldn't stop crossing boundaries with you, meaning it would only be a matter of time before the old robin crosses him again as well.
Kon would say the older man finally pulled the veil he's been tied into.
His supposed friend saw his love as something he should be concerned about, that it's obsessive and overprotective- but to him, it was just how Clark felt about Lois. Kon wasn't blind to his devotion to you, someone he barely talked to, and he sure had moments of lucidity where he sat awake in the middle of his bed staring into the darkness and wondering what he was doing planning a future with someone who distrusts him. But those were just moments.
You and he were meant to be.
Morgan thought so, his mom too, and Clark won't have any complaints, he'd even happily walk you down the aisle if needed, Kon was sure- that is, if you wanted that type of wedding- maybe just signing the papers at the courthouse would be more your style? That would give you both more time for the honeymoon… He should be noting all this down-
"You're sweating." Kon stopped patting himself down to find his phone when Morgan spoke up.
"I'm not." The young man pouted, and Morgan just grunted, completely unfazed as he kept rocking on the swing chair placed on the porch.
Dog, sitting guard on the man's foot with its tongue out, gave a delayed bark as the flash of green ended, and you and Thragg walked up the few steps. His tiny body shook as he wagged his tail, whining when you moved from cooing over him to greeting his dad.
"Glad to see you haven't forgotten about me." Morgan huffed, tightening the hug just a bit before letting go.
"You say this every day." You groan.
"It's what every grandparent says in those shows. I think it's fun." He brushed you off with a cackle, his eyes drifting to Kon, who straightened his back and stood taller. "You know-" he turned you to face the younger alien. "He and the Kents have been of great help while you were off and about." His hand squeezed your shoulder when he caught your gaze hardening, lip curling at the sight of the young man. "Great friends." Your head snapped to Morgan, and he immediately followed up with the names of the elderly Kents.
"I meant it when I said I'll take care of him." Kon smiled, moving past Thragg like he wasn't even there, bumping his shoulder for good measure- and Morgan's fingers twitched, and breath hitched.
While you became preoccupied with the smiling, hope-core punk, Conquest carefully kept his eyes on the Regent. Every bone in his body always rattled just at the thought of him- a primal fear that shouldn't exist, not to their kind.
They were the predators, the Apex of every species.
The propaganda they've been fed for millennia, the tales he knew weren't true. He's known the Kryptonians were stronger- the ones before the fall, anyway. But he believed it with every fiber of his body when it came to his leader.
Morgan straightened his back when Thragg moved closer, and his eyes lowered.
However, the prince barely acknowledged him. Merely gave him the gift you and your mother had insisted on bringing the soldier before moving past him to where his eyes were drilling holes.
"You must be Super-boy." Thragg ignored the small flinch you gave at his unexpected touch on your back.
"It's Super-Man-"
"Cecil's information must be outdated then. A shame. He's set on us knowing the heroes and protectors of Earth." He looked at you, deliberately turning his back to the glowing eyes of the Kryptonian. "I'm not impressed with your colleagues."
"I'm not impressed with the Viltrum mustache, yet, here we are." You roll your eyes, and Kon snickers.
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"Wait… I can't believe you lost track of two of your children- is it the biological thing?" Jason cackled over the coms, and Bruce just rubbed at his eyes. "Do you just know they're yours biologically, and something in you wakes that says you have to be a deadbeat?"
"Don't try to pivot! You sent my exes after me!" Dick almost crawled on the desk to yell at the pixilated image of him.
"And father didn't lose me." Damian's voice made everyone look in his direction. "I deliberately went out of my way to evade his knowledge of my whereabouts." Jason just snorted.
"I sent them to check on my sister, because I can't leave without someone breathing down my neck and throwing a tantrum, you himbo- I can't even call you that, you don't respect women!" The crime lord took in a deep breath, not responding to Richard's following angry hiss. "And where were you anyway, you little demon? Trespassing again?"
"I was invited to talk with Stedman. He'll pay for my school and housing." Everyone ignored Bruce's offended look.
"In exchange for your soul, I assume?" Jason asked drily.
"In exchange for updates on everyone's whereabouts, which I'm more than willing to give."
Tim rolled his eyes. "Great way to stab us in the back."
Damian slowly turned to look at the young man, staring him down with his glowing green eyes. "Says you. How's that little score board of yours going, Drake?"
"…Long gone." Timothy sank into his chair even deeper than he already was. "No point in it now. We're digging a hole we won't be able to crawl out of. We're done for."
"You don't know for sure." Bruce and Dick synced in thought.
Cassandra remained quiet, like always, while Jason's hum rang through the room. He'd stopped trying to reason with them a while ago, and she could see why. But they were out of options. What else could they do? Talk it out? It'll be a cold day in hell before Bruce decides to let his feelings out in the open, and Ragnarok would start before you willingly listen to them.
"You do this- whatever it is- and you can kiss goodbye to whatever drop of amity everyone still holds for you." Nobody gets to respond to Jason. He ended the call before they could even try to come up with an excuse.
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Talia had been silently watching you and the viltrumite interact for the better part of an hour out of the 16-hour flight, leisurely leaning against the expensive leather seats of the private jet she'd insisted on taking, and delighting herself in the goodies the crew prepared.
She wouldn't say that you two are bickering, but the man clearly didn't know when to stop asking more and more questions about the strangest things. Or he didn't want to stop.
It was entertaining.
"I don't know. I don't know everything, Thragg, but I'm sure that if you ask April, she'll know or will look into it for you." Your exasperation was clear as you immediately shushed the man, your hand moving to cover his mouth. "Aren't you tired? It'll be a long flight. We should take a nap." Thragg just raised an eyebrow.
"We could have been there in a matter of seconds."
"Yes, but it's rude to come unannounced." Talia smiled at the man's glare. "Besides, you're not coming as enemies. There's no reason for unnecessary surprises." Her eyes moved back to you. "I'm glad you accepted. My father will be so pleased to finally meet you. After all, meeting another who is immortal is still such a rare treat."
