I've been reading so many batfamily x neglected reader stories lately, and I would love more crossovers with other heroes and stuff. Now don't get me wrong, I love the superman and spiderman crossovers. There's just so many of them and so many other heroes.
Give me a mutant reader that hides their mutation and runs away to Xavier's school for gifted youngsters.
Give me a reader that learns magic from doctor strange and gets unofficially adopted by him.
Give me a reader that's half-Asgardian and goes on adventures with Thor.
Give me a reader that stumbles onto the waverider and 'accidentally' gets kidnap by the Legends of Tomorrow.
Give me a reader that gains one of the lantern corp rings and goes on space adventures.
Give me a reader that meet the Doctor and becomes their companion. That reader finds so many similarities between them and Bruce, but the biggest difference is that the Doctor wears their hearts on their sleeve. There's no guessing game with them. While they're not the greatest at saying 'I love you', they do show it through their actions, something reader could never see with Bruce.
Give me a reader that gets out of Gotham and see that there is so much more to life, that they can find people that will care about them with no strings attached. Then, when they do go back to Gotham, the batfam sees that their little kid is all grown up and did so without them, that just maybe if they had let them in, treated them like family, they could have been there for them. But now it's almost too late, and they have to figure out how to get back into reader's life if they would ever allow them to.
Okay most of this is reader getting adopted by other heroes, but I love the idea of the batfamily trying so hard to keep one member of the family normal. Due to that, it creates a gap and leads that family member directly to the life they wanted them to avoid.
Edward plops down beside someone glancing them over. He flexes his fingers out, shifting his back uncomfortably as he tries to sit with his wings hidden away. "I haven't seen you before."
Edward tilts his head studying them, underneath his eyes are sunken, dark like he's sick, but his eyes sparkle with curiosity. He tucks his coat closer around himself. "Your name?"
i want a spidery peter parker in gotham who is competent and very well knows the horrors of the world, having a chat about his home world with batman.
i’m not too well versed in x-men, love em all but i don’t know as much as i’m realizing i want to. sorry if some information is wrong or exaggerated for the purpose of the story.
peter crouches on a rooftop next to batman, idly watching over the city.
it was a quiet night, not too much crime, which is wonderful thing to see, and peter is soaking in the tranquility.
he has been in gotham for almost a year, been living with the waynes for half that time.
when he had first landed himself here after the whole statue of liberty fiasco, he had never imagined he would feel the sort of peace he does right now.
he is eighteen, and feeling free for the first time in his life.
“what has you thinking so much?” the man beside him asks, and peter feels grateful for bruce, so grateful.
“just that i never would have imagined i could feel as free as i do here, now.” he speaks softly, knowing the bat will hear every word. he receives a hum in response, and peter knows its an invitation to continue if he’d like, but also a reprieve to simply keep this silent moment if he wanted to.
peter thinks, for a moment, how different this world is from his own, and while in his heart he will aways belong to his earth, to his family and his city, this one isn’t so bad, either.
“i will always love my old world, you know? it’s where i’m from. where i was raised. where my family’s buried. and i don’t want to compare, but there’s just some things about this world that i thought i’d never have back home.” his heart twinges at the thought of everyone he had ever known, continuing to exist without the knowledge that a place like this existed, but he knew there was nothing to be done about it.
“like what?” bruce asks, because he always asks, because he always cares. it doesn’t matter what might be on peter’s mind, he knows bruce will always listen.
peter thinks hard for a moment, wondering if this is something he wants to share, before deciding that with this man and the family he had built, the family he and the others had so willingly invited him into, there isn’t much he wouldn’t answer if they asked.
“like, you call us metahumans here. i mean, meta literally means transcending, you know? and metahumans? it’s just… back on my world, we’re called mutants.” he pauses, moving to sit on the ledge of the building, looking towards his dangling feet as he thinks.
bruce moves to sit next to him, cape flowing back behind the man as he settles.
“mutants? isn’t that a bit…”
“dehumanizing?” peter snorts bitterly. “yeah, that was the point.” and he stares into the sprawling city, into the lights of buildings and the clouds in the sky, and thinks that people would be much happier if they weren’t so angry all the time. “mutant was actually one of the kinder terms, you know.”
and bruce seems to take a moment with that, ingesting and internalizing it, moving it through his thoughts and memories as he understands just what peter is talking about.
“you weren’t treated well there, were you?” and he sounds sad, resigned, knowing this is a different world, and peter’s own past. nothing he can do from where he is except listen to the young man tell his story.
“actually, i was treated better than most all of us. there were laws and legislation written against us. in a lot of places, we weren’t considered human at all. we didn’t have the same rights, or the same treatment.” peter sighs, thinking about the history rewritten, the people killed. the wars fought.
“and where you lived?”
“where i lived… it wasn’t great, but it was a hell of a lot better than it could’ve been. that being said, it was always better to not be a mutant, if you could.” he breathed out, thinking of his friends, of kurt and ben and even charles, who could have hid but never did. “i was lucky, if you could even call it that. my physical mutations are easy to hide or write off. the spinnerets could be called scars if no one looked to close, the fangs could be a weird genetic thing like some people have. but i had friends with blue fur. rocks for skin. i had friends who could’ve blended in seamlessly, you wouldn’t have looked twice at them, but refused to hide just because it was ‘easier.’”
bruce hummed once again, thinking of his own son, duke, and of peter, young and at the mercy of a people who could take one look at them and think that they didn’t deserve basic human respect.
“it was different for me, because i’m what they call a mutate, not a mutant. i don’t even have the x-gene.”
“the meta-gene?”
“yeah. and like, i know its not great here, for metahumans. there are still trafficking rings, still people who would rather us be wiped out or whatever, but back home, they wouldn’t even make a court case if the victim was a mutant. they said, crime can’t be done against mutants, because they had their powers, so they automatically had the bigger gun.” peter laughed drily, wiping a stray tear from his eye as he turned to look at bruce.
“i remember when i had first gotten my powers, i was so excited, you know? it was so cool, i could lift trucks and stick to walls and heal a paper cut in minutes. then, a week or so later, i woke up to the news that 24 mutants had been killed overnight by some anti-mutant group. men, women, children, were dead, and the news was celebrating. saying that they were the beginning of some kind of cleansing, or something.” these words were spat out in disgust, anger clenching his heart like a vine.
“i remember thinking, no one can know. no one can find out, or that’ll be me.”
bruce puts a steadying hand on peter’s shoulder, and he breathes through the emotions choking him.
“there was almost a war, or maybe there was a war, i’m not sure. they didn’t exactly teach about it in school. this guy, erik lehnsherr, called himself magneto, because he could control magnetic fields, manipulate any metal. he gathered mutants to fight against the government, against the people that were considered ‘human.’ a lot of people died on both sides before magneto and professor xavier decided to make their own country. called it krakoa.” he sagged against bruce’s side, head on his shoulder as he considered his next words.
“a country entirely for metahumans?” bruce asks, bringing an arm around the younger’s shoulders.
“mhmm.” peter nods as best he can. “i visited once, and it was… beautiful. but sad. so sad.” his voice is quiet once again, low and mourning.
“why was it sad?”
“a gilded cage is still a cage, b. whether it’s the closest thing to freedom you can get or not.” he heard bruce take a steadying breath, and continued. “the anti-mutant organizations and some countries, like the united states and britain, made sure it was a cage, up until the day they ensured its destruction.”
they sat in silence for a moment, letting the history sink in, mourning together.
“i had been spider-man for four years before i came here, and even right before i left, a lot of my fights weren’t stopping a mugging or a robbery, it was running away from the people i saved, or a group of em that decided i had too big an ego for a monster.” bruce twitched, sucking in a breath, but peter beat him to it. “that’s just what they said, b. i know it’s not true, but it is to them. the cops even tried to shoot me, every time they saw me. not only because vigilantism is illegal.”
there wasn’t much to say, after that. they sat together silently for a few minutes before peter circled back.
“i just never thought a place like this could exist, you know? i know it’s not perfect. metahumans and non-metahumans don’t live in perfect harmony. but i can have fangs here, and no one mentions it.” he sits up, looking back down at the people walking the streets. “i can exist here, and not feel like if i say or do the wrong thing then everything i’ve worked for will come crumbling down. it’s nice, to sit and breathe in a world that i’m accepted in. i just wish that everyone back home could have that chance, too.”
and bruce just squeezed his shoulders, a silent acknowledgement. presses a kiss to the side of his masked head, and says “you’re always allowed to exist, here. on this world. with us.”
and peter smiles, because it’s true. because he is as safe as a spider-mutant vigilante can get. and it’s just so relieving.
TWs: Past abuse, sexual abuse, pedophilia, fire related torture, noncon nudity, blackmail
Have you ever gotten an email from a dead man? Shouldn't be possible. Shouldn't be and yet... theres a function to schedule emails for the future. Voss didn't know that when they grabbed him. He did now.
As the criminal, just one guy, a 5'9 guy with short brown hair and eyes that look way too familiar for Voss's comfort, had grabbed him off the street and shoved him into an alley. Turns out Vito had a brother. And today on his birthday he'd received an email from his deceased little bro. Videos. Several of them, showing off Voss's powers. Showing how easy he was to control. How obedient. This had all been explained to the young fox as he'd been pulled through alleys, shoved into a car and then pulled back out into a warehouse.
The warehouse was empty, save for a metal chair, a projector, and several cans of gasoline. Voss shook as he was instructed to strip, his shirt and pants tossed in the corner, along with his collar and even more importantly his inhibitor bracelet. Left in just boxers he was told to sit as the man pulled out rope and tied each of his limbs to the chair. The projector was turned on, playing each of the videos, showing Voss exactly why he needed to behave. His ears twitched nervously as he heard the unscrewing of a gas can and he lets out a gasp as the cold liquid is poured directly over his head, coating his hair, his ears, dripping down his face and chest and back. When the man runs out he simply opens another can and continues pouring, making sure hes completely soaked. Tails weighed down by the liquid and by fear.
"You deserve this whore. Time to find out how fire resistant you really are... and just for good measure... how fire resistant your friends are." The man grabs Voss's phone, unlocking it with the boys finger, doing something and then tossing it in the corner and walking out. Leaving him alone and terrified.
You'd recieved a text from Voss. No words, just a location then silence. He won't respond, won't answer texts or calls.
The horrible videos are still playing when you make your way inside. When those frightened orange eyes stare at you and he desperately struggles against his restraints. "Don't get any closer!"
// All are welcome to reply! If our characters don't already know each other then just ignore the text part and assume your character like heard noises inside the building or something //
I truly believe that the same people that continuously fuck up Jason Todd’s characterization/design are the same people who think Deadpool is the prime example of “not being able to make jokes anymore”.
Like the way I interpret Jason he knew that Bruce wasn’t going to kill the Joker. He just wanted his dad to support him well he was taking care of his nightmare. Bruce was a bitch with his whole “as long as you’re one of my kids, you can’t break my rules but if you’re a friend, I doesn’t care” bs. But some of the writers now can’t seem to understand that Robin did not make Jason a good person. He was already a good person trying to help others and being Robin just gave him an outlet. Now now that he is Red Hood he is still trying to help others, but he just has a more violent way of going about it.
Whereas with Deadpool when I was reading the comics I saw him as somebody who would poke fun and make jokes at everything, but if somebody drew a line or showed that they were uncomfortable, he would stop. Somehow that got lost in translation with whatever the fuck these red pill assholes are on. I’ve seen multiple people talk about how Deadpool is just like them with edgy humor, dark jokes, doesn’t care about your feelings, and how he’s owning the liberals. In reality, these people saw a cool costume with guns and swords, and decided this must be the peak male form.
In conclusion I think we need to try and fix what is actively going on in the Red Hood comics before it becomes a live action problem (it already has, but I refuse to believe that Titans was a thing), and all the miss characterizations become characterizations. With Deadpool, I think we need to round up everybody who thinks he would agree with ICE and force them to read literally any run of any of his comics. 
