The cult with Bernard's dad being like a recruiter of sorts and that's how he met Bernard's mother, who gets manipulated into the cult, and they get married and have Bernard. Because of his father's position as a recruiter, Bernard's parents live ordinary (as ordinary as rich people are) lives in order to lure more people and don't really include Bernard when he's a child (because children are blabber mouths).
However, Bernard does get into the cult, as we know, and also gets out of it. When Bernard's mother finds out he was nearly sacrificed (she wasn't told on purpose, as they've always suspected she had a soft spot for her son as she was never as hard on him as Mr. Dowd), she tries to get out of the cult and reconcile with her son.
Meanwhile, Bernard finds out his parents are in the cult and his mother got lured in and rejoins (not without opposition from Tim) the cult undercover to find and help her. But, you know, they're all anonymous.
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So Mrs. Dowd tries to leave the cult undetected to rejoin her son while Bernard tries to infiltrate the cult undetected to rejoin his mother.
A bunch 'o Wild One!Ed Nygma WIPs from an official reference sheet I’m creating for my Riddlebird arctic fairytale AU: The Palace At The End Of The World. Read the recently updated, fully illustrated fanfic [here]. Stay tuned for much more!
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A drawing for @haunting-heroes-creative-games! It was a Guess the Artist, but we could do trick or treat so I gave up on hiding in the least.
I figure little gargoyle Jason was alone on a roof and was cold and it was raining so he tried to hide under a tarp... which turned out to be Batman's cape. Of course Bruce couldn't just leave the little one there... and he's not going to have any of high society thinking less of his son for being an inhuman either!
A/N: Canonically Guy and I get married at the end of July 2025 but I didn’t see the movie until last month so this is sort of catch-up for canon
Warning: fluff! Fluffiest fluff. Guy being madly in love
They were fresh out of the shower, damp hair clinging to their skin as they laid against each other in bed in their underwear. Nic’s legs were on either side of his waist, her chest pressed against his as her lips trailed his jaw, hands holding onto his neck. His hands cupped her ass, a playful chuckle leaving his lips as she kissed him. It was infectious as she started to giggle against his mouth. Her thumbs stroked the scruff that was just starting to grow on his jaw.
“You can never get enough of me, can you sweet cheeks?” he teased, squeezing her ass lightly.
“Can you blame me?” she replied against his lips, sighing softly as she kissed him again. They both still radiated the heat from their shower, hair unkempt. “You were so hot out there. I love how cocky you get. Such a hot shot,” she said, punctuating each sentence with a sloppy kiss. There was something about him during battles that always had her handsy. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the banter. “My hot shot,” she mumbled, running her tongue along his teeth. “My emerald knight.” A searing kiss was left against his mouth, a small moan rumbling in her chest.
One hand flew to hold the back of her head, fingers tangling with her uncombed hair. “Fuck, baby. I love you so fucking much.” He groaned against her lips.
“I love you so much more.” Nic sat up, moving forward to straddle his stomach as she hunched over, kissing him hard. His face was held in her hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Wanna marry you so badly, babe. Wanna call myself your wife. Wanna call you my husband.”
Guy hummed, hands squeezing her protectively, possessively. Like she would disappear forever if he let go. He never wanted to let go. Not of her. Every cell in his body ached for her. A day where she wasn’t next to him was torture. And here she was, confessing that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. It made his heart do flips. “Let’s do it.”
She paused. Her eyes blinked open, posture straightening as she sat up to look at him. Hands splayed out on his chest as his moved to rest on her hips. He had that love-drunk look he always got after she showed him any amount of affection: crooked grin and pupils blown almost hiding the blue of his eyes.
“Are you serious?” The words came out cracked, emotional. Despite baring their souls to one another she still had her reservations, like whether or not he ever wanted to settle down. She wasn’t sure if it was something he was capable of.
He nodded, scooping up her hand in his, lifting it to his mouth. He pressed light kisses to her knuckles, thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “I mean it. Let’s get hitched, baby.”
Nic interlocked their fingers, leaning down to kiss him. “I want that. I want it more than anything in the world.” His free hand cupped the back of her neck as he trailed his lips to her jaw and neck. A small whine left her mouth, but it did nothing to disrupt her train of thought. “I should call my brother and let him know.”
Guy paused, face buried at the space where her shoulder and neck met. “Toots, we’re eloping. The point is to not tell anyone.”
She sat up, and he groaned, unable to chase after given her placement on his torso. “But people know Beacon and Green Lantern are dating. Your identity is public, and if we get married that’ll mean my identity will become public. Everyone will know I’m Beacon, so I should just give Jack a heads up.”
“As long as he’s the only one–”
“And I can’t just not tell Abby. She would kill me if she wasn’t there to see me get married,” she continued. “Should we at least tell Max? I’m sure he wouldn’t be happy to find out from the news—”
His arm encircled her waist, holding her tightly before rolling on top of her. Nic let out a small yelp at the sudden action, but she was quickly silenced by his lips on hers. “You think too much,” he teased against her mouth, hands trailing along her sides. “The only thing we should be talking about right now is where we’ll go for our honeymoon.”
She snorted, hands ghosting up his arms. The weight of him against her felt nice, it felt perfect. Like they were right where they were meant to be. In each other’s arms. “You want to get eloped, but you want to plan a honeymoon?”
He kissed the spot beneath her ear. “I’m not allowed to give my wife a honeymoon?”
A giggle erupted from her, her cheeks warming. “You can’t call me that! We’re not married yet!”
His hands held tightly onto her thighs, squeezing them as his nose nuzzled against her neck. A grin was spread across his lips, heart clenching at the sound of her laugh. “We will be once we agree on a honeymoon destination. I was thinking Hawaii.”
“Is that really a good idea? We’re superheroes. The team’s going to need us.” She pressed her cheek against his temple. “Hawaii? Really? You’ll look like a lobster by the end of it.”
His thumbs massaged circles on her hips. “They’ll be fine without us for a week.” He ended the sentence with a kiss against her pulse. “And? I want to see you all hot in a bikini.”
“You’d never catch me in a bikini. I’m not attractive enough for one—”
“I disagree with that statement.”
She huffed, fingers tangling with his damp hair. “—and I have a better idea than Hawaii.” Her lips skimmed the shell of his ear. “Jack has a beach house in Malibu. It won’t be hard to convince him to let us use it for a week.”
Guy shivered. The hold she had on him was intoxicating. And the idea of having her all to himself for a whole week was thrilling. His fingers tightened. “Please.” He kissed across her jaw.
Her stomach was in knots. She wanted to marry him so badly. She ached to be his forever. “Are we really doing this?” Her voice was shaky, uncertain. What if he regretted it?
He pulled away to look at her. She swallowed thickly, shrinking under his gaze. “Only if you want to, Nic.”
A shiver rolled over her. So rarely did he use her name. She had forgotten how nice it was hearing him say it. It felt so natural coming from his lips. “Are– Are you sure you want to?”
“Only if it’s with you,” he said gently. He meant it, and she could see it. There was nothing in his eyes except for pure love and honesty.
“I do.”
He sealed it with a kiss, humming as her fingers gripped his back. But suddenly he was looking at her, and she was confused why he stopped. “We need rings.”
A joyful laugh erupted from her, hand pulling him back down into a grinning kiss. “We can stop at a jewelry store on the way there. Honey, we have time.”
“I know, but we’re getting married today!” He kissed her back before climbing off her, tumbling out of bed. Guy jumped up, rushing over to the closet. “And I have just the thing to wear.”
She shook her head, laughing at his antics before sitting up, reaching over for her phone. She dialed a number, waiting as it rang. Her best friend picked up. “Hey, Abby. How soon can you get back to Metropolis?” She nibbled on her bottom lip, smiling as she watched him go through the closet. “Guy and I are getting married.”
