Spider!reader, who suddenly forms an allergy to mint, citrus, lavender, maybe even tea tree oil as well. They suddenly have a habit of avoiding anything that smells like cedar wood, which is hard since most of the bats like scents including it.
Spider!reader, who uses the flimsy excuse “allergies are able to develop overtime” after having an allergic reaction to lemonade.
Spider!reader, who is as smart, if not smarter than Tim, but prefers to pretend they’re not because it would cause unwanted attention, and they’ve already settled with the fact that they’re lonely.
Spider!reader, who has a literal harem but doesn’t realize it until Bruce asks if Felicia Hardy is their lover as a form of “bonding” (which is really awkward small talk).
Tim, who narrows his eyes at Spider!reader’s personal book because, hey, isn’t that the formula of the new vigilante’s webs he and Bruce have been trying to figure out? When have you been so smart?
Tim, who’s the first person to actually get close to Spider!reader because they both love to dabble in tech, science, and other nerdy things.
Shenanigans ensue as a domino effect has started! The batfam sees how close Tim and reader are and come to a realization that they don’t spend time with their “civilian” sibling, and how “lonely” they must be. (Reader has an internship at Stark industries and about 20 million friend groups.)
your friendly, neighborhood tragedy. (yan! batfam x gn! spiderman reader: concept drabble)
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it sucks to imagine how tragic it would be to think you finally have an already decent life after everything you've gone through.
nowadays you're just a teen with spider powers, no biggie, but it's the happiest you've ever been after being bitten by a radioactive spider, swinging through rooftops during the day because one day-hero isn't enough to stop crime in your city. the cozy neighborhood you reside in likes you, citizens treat to free street food every now and then after another draining fight. it's a big adjustment getting used to your enhanced senses and sudden power, there were many moments where you'd bruise and fall and feel like you weren't enough, but unlike then, you weren't alone now in your struggle against the bad.
in fact, you're happy because you finally experienced unconditional love. love that didn't come from an obligation like alfred's, or love that felt like passing time, like with jason in every passing moment at that enormous kitchen.
you have your uncle from your mother's side who tried to take you in for himself. he could've adopted you if not for you automatically being dropped off in the manor, courtesy to your alive, but barely present father, but it's fine now! because once you're officially eighteen then you could legally change your last name to your actual family, live with them permanently, and be the happiest kid after it all.
you frequent their apartment more than you stay in your place. it doesn't hurt to think about your father as much anymore when you have your own version of uncle ben and aunt may. life is going great, you have your first highschool crush, friends who tease you for your taste, bullies you crushed under the weight of your fingers. no more transferring out of school, no more frequent detention, no more tears wasted every night you spend under the roof of the manor because you don't.
you spend your nights in their own home, cooped up in the warmth of their guidance.
they're the first to know of your secret identity, the first to cup your cheeks when you experienced your first rejection, the first to feel your salty tears on their chest when the ache in yours is too heavy to bear. they're the ones present in your school's talent show, the loudest to cheer when you win an award, uncle may cooks you your favorite meal as a reward; they're there for everything.
it doesn't feel like betrayal anymore the more you sneak out your windows because there was never any betrayal for a connection that never existed with your immediate family in the first place.
all you need is your uncle and your aunt, their company and love. that alone is enough to keep you happy.
that alone is enough to keep you motivated and wipe out the terrible criminals who pose a threat to the neighborhood's safety.
but you still can't forget that you live in gotham in one way or another.
because just one bad day is enough to shatter the already fragile thing that is your heart, and somehow, you get to witness another death of the one closest to you.
shot through the heart, you're just a second too late to catch the bullet piercing into your uncle's body, as time seems to slow, he flails through the air until he ultimately collapses on the solid floor, as blood, thick, oozy crimson drips out his mouth, out his torso, staining the ground underneath him.
you're just a second too late.
but within that second, within that damn second, you could've had it. could've captured the bullet with your bare hands—
he could've been saved.
the first death you've seen before your eyes was when your dear mother was already pallid in the face, her eyes hollow and fingers motionless, when flies were already burrowing deep within the rotting sockets of her body. you could only silently sob and mourn her before you were taken away, but you did not scream, you did not wail.
but the body under your shaking palms was just a breath away from being taken to the afterlife, just a stolen breath away. his heart still beats, slowing to a near halt, but it still beats for just the shortest of seconds, enough to give him the strength to power on the pain and bring his shivering fingers, drained of all warmth, on your weeping face. a shaky breath escapes his tightening throat. he gestures you to come closer.
"i... it's not your fault, muh- my dear," he whispers, words barely conceivable. your grip on his sweater — your favorite sweater, the one he wears on a good sunday, when he takes you- you out to walks — becomes tighter, he smiles through his chipped teeth.
"no- no, no no! pl- please—!" but he shushes you, brings his shaky arms to wipe away the tears from your eyes, like he always does, so gently like an invisible force of comfort.
you're crying, you can't stop crying. you want your uncle back.
he can't die— he can't die!
"don't- don't feel bad for me, my love— your old man ain't got much time left either way- so... t-take care of your auntie for me o-'kay...?—" he laughs, you hiss in panic, it's the first time you don't reciprocate the humor, the first time you don't laugh at his joke.
"please, pa... don't say that, please! please, please, d-don't say that— you'll be saved... the- the ambulance will be here soon, just—"
please stay, i can't lose you too.
but he smiles the brightest he's ever done, in quiet surrender to lady death.
"an— and remember what i taught you. your power, your actions— th- they carry the greatest responsibility—"
"i—" he coughs, a loud wheeze rippling in his throat, reverberating throughout his body. your blurry eyes tries to look for anything past the rubble of debris and destruction. you don't have anything to cover up the guts spilling out his body, just your strength. your stupid, useless strength.
"kid— look at me," he whispers, short of breath, almost out of it. you snap your head away, in abject refusal, biting your lips, shutting your eyes too tight it feels like a taut string about to snap. his fingers are yet again cradling your blazing cheeks once more. like he always did.
"pa— i can't, i- i c- can't..." your voice is barely a whisper, you revert back to that scared little kid lost in the rubble. only wanting company.
yet slowly but surely, you bring your head back to him, eyes hesitantly opening. his chest is barely contracting now. the pulse you feel in your fingers is halting. it's terrible. there's never been so much blood surrounding your uncle until now.
he—
"p-please... please don't die, papa." you lean down, head rested atop his. your salty tears spill all over his face. there's barely any warmth left in his body, the light in his eyes was beginning to fade, but he still musters his final words.
words you wish were never final.
"my dear," your ears wring, you wish this was all a dream.
"i- i luh-"
"i love y..."
then it's silence.
loud, horrific silence.
i love you.
he doesn't say it frequently. like the typical hardened man, he refuses to let words dictate promises and only speaks through actions and gestures. he only utters it under his breath when he thinks you're asleep. he speaks it when you're down in the dumps, alongside his typical motivational speech. he doesn't say it often, but when he does, you know it comes from deep in his heart.
or he says it when he's proudest of you. when you come barge into the doors to announce your perfect grades, or when you place in a competition. he'll bring his old, rickety body and try to spin you around. his scratchy voice will proudly brag to his grumpy neighbors about your achievements. he says it even when he tells stories of your late mother and when all you could reply was your tears staining his shirt once more.
but you don't want to hear his 'i love you' if it meant it would be his final words.
you don't want to hear it at all. just so you wouldn't see nor feel his limp body in your arms. just so your arms wouldn't be stained with his blood.
just so he wouldn't be dead.
but he says it either way. an incomplete symphony, a broken melody, a suspended verse for a poem never meant to be finished off so early.
then he's gone.
just like that, he's gone.
no more were his nagging when it was his turn to wake you up every morning. no more were his routine of greeting you "good luck, kid." every time you swing out the window for another patrol. no more were his proud smiles and his wrinkly hands patting your messy hair every time you remove your headpiece once you return home. your aunt has nobody now, too.
a single bullet took everything from you.
it took your happiness away.
it took your uncle away.
... that night was the loudest a cry ripped through your throat.
a/n: this is awkward. i got a little emotional over this. probably because i remembered my late grandma who just passed away a month or two ago. she was like my everything too and death took her away too early. grief really is something. i'm supposed to post a horror concept but i suppose the ending is horrific enough...! hopefully, you all like this too. don't forget to leave comments or send in something in my inbox, that helps me a lot.
Characters: Mark Grayson x MALE! Stalker Spidersona! Reader.
Summary: You're known for your stalkerish tendencies, a horror and a gift to Cecil. What happens when you catch a new hero in your web?
Type: Horror(?)
Warnings: STALKING (not the cute Tiktok kind), Explicit (consensual) scenes mentioned but not shown, cursing, un-consensual photo taking (including nude photos) mentioned, reader is lowkey unhinged, Mark is clueless at the end. Lowkey UNEDITED.
Note: I do not condone ANY actions in the fic. Reader is obsessed with another hero for like 10 sentences before moving on to Mark.
Perfect, she was just perfect.
It seemed like every unconsented click of the camera was posed for, her poised demeanor never faltering - even in her civilian form. So of course, you couldn't help it. You followed her everywhere. It was the only sane thing to do, how could you love her if you didn't know every single detail about her? Would it really be love? Would it really be true? Each drive was filled to the brim with pictures all-
"He's doing it again sir." Donald said, the words only accentuated by an exasperated sigh to the mans ears, "What would you like me to do?"
Cecil could only rub his hand down his face, eyes squeezed shut. If he ignored it, it all would go away.
"God-damnit-" Cecil muttered, cursing under his breathe when his hand slid to cup the back of his head, "Cut the shit, Kid!"
Your head didn't turn even as a loud bang rang through-out the room, Cecil no doubt hitting the wall with his fist. This seemed almost like a daily occurrence, Donald had just gotten used to rerouting your interests, just long enough to help the GDA; but it had been getting harder recently. You were growing up, becoming more aware, more-
"Listen, this is the son of Omni-man." Cecil reasoned, moving to loom behind you as you sat at your laptop. Energy drinks crowded around you, leaving your space a sporadic and filthy mess, only accented with news paper clippings, photos of your current fixated hero - photos you took. He can only sigh, voice growing more irritated by the minute, "The same guy who split Chicago in half, killed thousands in one day.” He clenched his jaw, “Can you imagine what you'll find out? You can take photos of him doing the impossible. You can do whatever you want, just find me a weakness."
...
Silence.
Donald cringed when you didn't answer.
"Fuck-" Cecil hissed, visibly stopping himself from hitting your gaming chair as you scroll through -what had to be thousands- pictures of a certain female hero. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cecil could only cringe, "Fuck. I have a fucking maniacal scientist, an ex protegee of Darkwing, and a fucking spider; and none of them give a shit about what I have to say! Might as well burn this whole-" Donald flinched when Cecil kicked a trashcan, "-fucking room to the ground."
"Sir." Donald stepped forwards, drawing a folded up piece of paper from the inner works of his tuxedo, "If I may?"
Cecil could only sigh, closing his eyes for a moment of calm before breathing out, "Give it your best shot Donald. Please."
You didn't move as Donald crouched next to your chair, overly used to his presence by now. You lived in the GDA building, and by all accounts, he was your caretaker; he over saw your files, your meals, your training, your tools. Everything. Mostly because Cecil couldn't give a fuck after you ignored him 24/7.
"I have something to show you." Donald offered, watching your eyes scour the computer; pupils blown wide as you looked through your valued collection. Each photo being dopamine after dopamine hit.
You ignore him as he opens up the photo, you ignore him when he mutters a few words, you ignore him when he tries to get your attention with hush pleads, you ignore him when he stands up, you ignore him when-
Your eyes shift, eyes shooting and clicking into place to stare at the photo so quickly that you accidentally scrolled way too down in your photos. Cecil raising an eyebrow when your chair squeaked, slowly turning towards Donald - expressing it's years of wear and tear.
A boy.
A cute one.
A candid. It had to be a highschool yearbook photo, a recent one too; you recognized the type of background. The texture, you know what company used it, and they had only been around for 5 years or so.
His jawline, his sweeping back hair, his puppydog eyes, the way his lips seemed to naturally curve into a little, awkward, smirk.
You don't even look up, mouse moving.
Click.
Cecil's eyebrows shootup, your collection, the one you had just been staring at...
Gone.
"What the hell..." Cecil muttered, grimacing when he glanced over your shoulder at the candid shot of his current number one solution. And also, coincidentally, his number one problem.
"Never underestimate the power of an attractive, teenage boy." Donald coughed awkwardly, "Sir."
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Perfect, he was just perfect.
It seemed like every unconsent click of the camera was posed for, a play - dramatized. He was just so...expressinate! Every pout, every curl of the nose, every clench of the jaw and bite of the cheek! So of course, you couldn't help it. You followed him everywhere. It was the only sane thing to do, how could you love him, know him, if you didn't know every single detail about him? Would it really be love? Would it really be true? Each drive was filled to the brim with pictures all angles and occasions.
School...home...hero work...even the GDA!
You don't miss how Robot's gaze seemed to snap at you whilst you were mid hang. Being the only one to notice you from the ground as you hung upside down from your webs, swinging from an apartment 50 stories up as you clicked every single movement, every single word, all into hundreds, thousands of photos; all for you! And well...Cecil...and the newspaper.
The android seemed devoid of any opinion to Cecils methods, maybe approving, yet he didn't say anything. Not to Rex, not to Eve, and not to...
You sigh dreamily as you snap another photo of him, another moving shot, another one of him leaving school.
So far, here's what you've learned.
He's failing school, he has a recently ex-girlfriend, Eve was totally heads over heels for him, he was born on Janurary 22nd, he enjoys rock music and sad music, because loud music seemed to make his ears hurt. He rubs his hands together and licks his lips when nervous, his eyebrows pinch together when he's lying, and his lips slightly pout at a 22 degree angle when he doesn't get what he wants.
You can't imagine how you could be so lucky. To meet him, to watch over him, to protect him, to take photos of him. It was all a dream come true! He was so strong, and firm, and gorgeous, and you loved the way his eyebrows furrowed whenever he looked at the Daily Bugles new front page; seeing a closeup of him in his invincible suit. Confusion dousing his face. You love how he visible gets more paranoid, looking around and even hesitating to take his mask off in private before checking each dusty nick and cranny.
Of course, he'll never find you. Your camera is webbed to the ceiling, and you're not far away, fawning endlessly as you hang from a web hooked to a balcony.
You changed your whole world so he could be your new one, and he doesn't even know it yet! He doesn't know how you stopped eating cucumbers because he doesn't like the taste of them, he doesn't know how you started drinking coffee just because he likes the smell, he doesn't know how you changed the time you wake up just to catch him before he flies to school each morning, he doesn't know how you touch yourself to his pictures everyday, just so you wont be some 2 second chump when you finally get to him. He'll never know, because when you meet, when you're finally flesh to flesh, he'll think he's found his true love; the most perfect, fun-loving, beautiful boyfriend ev-
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"Who the hell is this, and why is he following me around like some- some-" Mark hesitates, and you can only grin in this sick way that makes his skin crawl when he squeezes your throat tighter -hand unconsciously tensing. Your Spider-Man mask bunched up just enough to reveal your mouth and nose, yet not your face, "Some sicko!"
"Mark, I can explain." Cecil sighed, clicking his tongue in disappoint at how fast you had been caught. You weren’t used to a hero so fast, you had gotten cocky, dare he say sloppy, "You can put him down, he's one of my men."
"Yea, obviously." Mark scoffs, his eyebrows furrowing in that little way you like behind his mask; goggles glinting in the light and you just want to squeal, "This guy, has been following me around, taking pictures of me-" Mark hesitates, groaning, "In really unnice, and very private, no people around, places!"
Cecil groans, running a hand down his face as if this was just a normal Tuesday, "What did I say about nude photos."
Mark gapes, "There are nude photos!? W-What!? What the hell is going on Cecil!? And you better tell me, before I do something we both don’t like!"
"So clearly you weren't talking about those private places..." Cecil muttered to himself, glancing over at Y/n half-heartedly before returning his gaze to Mark, "Like I said, he's one of mine."
That doesn't make it any better though! Sinclair, that weird- Darkwing two guy-" Mark hesitates, glancing over at your blue turning face, "and now this!? What is your problem!? It's like your trying to kill me, I thought we got past this!" Mark paused, jaw clenching and he went quiet in relaztion, "Wait, are you trying to kill me?"
"Holy shit kid-" Cecil laughed, a shocked chuckle emitting throughout the room, "Come on now, why would I put my best solider down?" He paused, face growing serious, he voice dropping an octave, "But since you asked...my problem is that we couldn't stop your father from splitting Chicago in half. My problem is that I have a whole world of people to protect, from a species, a world, we know nothing about. So yes, Mark. If that means I have to recruit the crazy's of the world to potentially save it? I'll do it." Cecil sighed, locking eyes with him, "Because its apart of the job."
It's dead silent, the room tense and practically dripping with hostility; Mark is about to open his mouth, those soft lips of his parting, yet his eyebrows furrow, and he hesitates. So you decide to help him out,
"He w-wants-" You cough, voice straining from the squeeze; and you can't help the way your heats cheeks up from more than just the lack of air, "t-to say he's...GASPPPP- not his f-father-"
Marks head snaps over, and you almost cry when he looks at you; disgusted, scared, revolted, maybe even defensively, but it doesn't matter, because he's finally looking at you. It was no longer you staring from a distance, kissing the photos you pinned on the wall every day, it was him. You can’t help the way your lips curl up in satisfaction.
"W-What-?" Mark muttered, eyebrows arching down.
Cecil sighed, rubbing his temple, "Then for gods sake Mark, prove it. Let the kid go."
Mark hesitates, but in the end seems much to eager to let you go; tripping back in an attempt to get away from you, and the sickening grin you have staring right back at him.
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Mark doesn't see you anywhere.
That's what freaks him out.
Rudy told him that you've been stalking around him for months, not weeks, but months; ever since the guy was still a robot named Robot. He can't help the chill that shoots him in the spine whenever he begins to take off his clothes, feeling as if there were eyes in the wall, in the floor, everywhere. The curtains could be pulled shut as tightly as possible, and he would still fall asleep in his hero suit unwilling to change.
What about his mom? Were you watching her too? Were you a threat? Or just some creep Cecil kept around to fuck with him.
He just doesn't understand how you're doing it.
The first time he saw his closeup in the Daily Bugle? He was impressed, flattered. Rex was pissed, so that was a plus. He had made the front page of a highly accredited newspaper, and it only made his brownie points for the city go up more. The second time it was the same. The third time, he began questioning how a -anonymous- photographer, was getting so many good closeup photos of him. Clear enough to see the pimple on his chin, the same one he had been so conscious to cover up at school that very day.
Could you turn invisible? Did Cecil give you some sort of tech? Just what were you doing to evade him?
Then he found the camera. Well, Eve did, the expensive piece of tech just tucked snug into a corner; held intact by spiderwebs.
Then he started noticing the extreme amount of cobwebs showing up lately.
Then he realized they weren't cobwebs.
"I don't know if I should be disgusted by a giant spider or...like- where do the webs even come from? Like- I mean- do you just- actually don't tell me, I don't wanna know." Mark mutters awkwardly, floating mid-air; your camera clutched in his hand as your crawling up some random skyscraper wall.
Your suit is interesting, no doubt a work of Art's, spiderwebs connecting to create some intricate design. Wide lenses acting as eyes, staring into his soul. He shudders, teeth clenching. The wind was so loud you had to use the GDAs linked up com-sync as you both loomed over the city. Marks jaw tightens, "Thought you'd want this back."
He cringes when you detach your arms from the building, defying gravity as you stood on the wall with your own two feet; catching the camera.
Your heart flutters as you graze the SIM-card inside the tech, lips already curling and heart racing. All you had to do now was get the one from the corner of his room and you'd be good to go,
"You can tell Cecil he's never gonna learn anything I don't want him to." Mark snaps, crossing his arms, "You can also tell him that if I see you again, I'm out. I don't need his help, especially when theres some stalker watching me."
"I'm not a stalker." You grin, a pretty grin, a nice one. The only thing giving a hint at what you could look like under your mask. Around him, your mask always seemed to be bunched up. Just enough to see your mouth, just enough to tease, just enough to haunt, and he hated it.
Marks heart churns.
The way your lips curl up, the way your breath heavied, the way your eyes became half lided and heavy. It freaked him out. You were looking at him like some piece of meat, some piece of prey, and he thinks he's actually going to be sick.
"Y-Yea you- you tell him that and- u-uh-" Mark's words die in his throat before they even have the chance of life, "Stay away from my family!"
He doesn't look back as he shoots away like a shooting bullet.
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"You mean that creep still works for Cecil?" Eve scoffed, raising an eyebrow as she slammed her locker shut.
"You know this weirdo, Eve?" William questioned, sipping greedily on a soda; leaning against a locker close to hers. Mark was anxiously scrolling through the daily bugles online paper again, eyes drifting against the high quality picture of him as Invincible now circulating around.
"Know him? God, he almost made it onto the Teen Team." Eve scoffed, eyebrows furrowing, "Rex had some fixation on him for a bit, something about a 'Spider-Person', but Cecil wouldn't even look into allowing him join."
"What, why?" Mark asked, dark eyes looking up.
"Well, clearly this guys a sicko." William scoffed, pointing at Eve, "The old man probably didn't want to risk him watching the rest of you guys in your sleep."
"He would..." Eve groaned, hand coming to soothe her forehead; shaking her head, "No, apparently he's had some trouble back in the day, before Cecil scouted him out."
"Ohhh, I see." William wiggled his eyebrows, grinning ear to ear. He turned to Mark, voice turning spooking, "So he has some dark and mysterious backstory, huh? Hope he doesn't jump out and web you up Mark."
"Dude!" Mark scowled.
"Look." Eve put her hands up, swinging her bag over her shoulder, "To be honest, I haven't even had a conversation with him; but even he gives me the creeps. He's the only way Cecil even finds out the identity of most Hero's. How do you think the GDA found all the old Guardians of the globe?" She scoffed, raising an eyebrow at Mark, "He sent the guy to Russia, just to find Red Rush's family."
"Creeeepyyyy." William muttered.
Mark step forwards, senses flaring, "What, so he's like- gonna stalk my mom too?"
"Not to be that guy but uhh..." William sucked in a breathe, biting his bottom lip sheepishly, "He probably already is."
"This is crazy!" Mark spat, some people pausing to look at them. He groaned, biting his lower lip before lowering his voice, "My-" He hesitated, "My dad, he was in the hero business my whole life. I haven't even heard of this...Bug-Guy!"
"Spider-Man." Eve corrected.
"W-Whatever!" Mark sighed in exasperation, looking around, "I just need to get him, out of my life, and away from my mom."
"Eve." William said experimentally, glancing cautiously at the girl, "You said he almost joined Teen Team...right?"
"Uh." Eve raised an eyebrow, confused, "Yea?"
"Then that means he's our age?" William question.
"Probably?" Eve shrugged.
"Which means he's a teenager." William muttered.
"Dude!" Mark urged, "just get to the point!"
William looked around, eyes shifting before leaning in; huddling closer to the two, "Then...tell me if I'm wrong here but uh..." He chuckled nervously, looking around, "Doesn't that mean he's in highschool? Where we are right now?"
Mark paused, eyebrows shooting up.
"I mean!" Mark laughed nervously, "It could be any highschool, including that shitty one down the road-!"
"No. I know how Cecil works." Mark muttered, joining his friend in looking around; watching students walk past them, most not shooting them even a glance, "Shit."
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Mark doesn't know what to do, he's staring at his phone, eyes distant. How is he supposed to tell his mom he can't come home because some Spider guy is stalking him? How is he supposed to tell her to stay at a hotel? Is a hotel safe? Is anywhere safe? This guy had been around for months, who knows what he knew.
"You okay Mark?"
He sighs, groaning as he throws himself back into the grass; hand running down his face before he throws his phone next to him, "Yes, maybe, no- fuck." He groans again, this time gutturally before he looks over at you.
He can't help the small flush that comes to his ears. Your a dream, a fairy tail. Your hair is being blown gently by the breeze, your lips are parted ever so slightly, and your eyes glint in the sunlight perfectly -staring right at him. You're just so soft, so perfect.
Your camera sits idly in your hands, halfly in your lap as you sit against a tree. Your eyebrow quirks at him, "You're acting weird again."
"It's nothing." He mutters, forcing his eyes back towards the sky; his ears only flushing more in embarrassment after he caught himself staring. Yet its hard to keep his eyes away, he looks back over at you, "Sorry, just..." He can't tell you, "School stuff." He can never tell you.
Him and Amber broke up because he was a stupid boyfriend, a horrible boyfriend, an idiot, but also partly because he was invincible -which you have no clue about. He can't make the same mistakes, can't do all the stupid things he did with Amber with you; you're his.
Your chuckle lightly, yet the noise doesn't meet your face; always flat - no- serene is more like it, "It's not because I cancelled last night last minute, right?
Mark shoots up, watching as you look back at your camera, "W-What!? N-No, no, that's totally not it- definitely..." He mutters awkwardly. Truthfully, he's glad you cancelled, he was too caught up fighting the stupid Lizard League to make it to your date. Plus...he might've, kinda, maybe...forgot.
He was always lucky with you. You cancelled before he could 50 percent of the time, when he was late -you were too. When he had to go away for 2 weeks on some mission, and he spews some bullshit - you're okay with it, admitting you're busy and might go visit some family for two weeks because of it. You're directly in tune, like two dance partners perfectly in sync. It's like the universe made you for him. Your skin was so soft and warm, your fingers held against his so tightly, and you almost never got upset with him; hearing him out for everything. Not to mention, you hated cucumbers too. And he loved when he came home to you already there, talking to his mother whilst drinking coffee that he just loved the aroma of. He loved that you got up before him, sending him sweet Good Morning messages for him to wake up too before he flew to schools. He loved your bedroom life. You seemed more experience than him, whether it be with your finger or tongue swirling around his tip; forcing it to drool or dribble over you. How long you lasted was evident too, you always had him filling you up twice; thrusting in and out of you at dizzying speeds. Yet you lasted for rounds and rounds at a time. It honestly worked perfectly, his Viltrumite genes had him like a dog in heat sometimes, and the way you kept up with him only egged him on.
"Just checking." You mutter in the same way you always do, too immersed in what ever photos you're reviewing on your camera. Your voice isn't calm though, it's serene, like you finally got everything you ever wanted. It confused him sometimes, he's never seen you smile even though you always seem happy, "You know I could never be mad at you Mark."
"Sometimes I think that's a bad thing." He teased, grin glinting in the light. He paused, thoughtful, "Hey tell you what, I heard that Paris got this new pastry shop, super popular, I could uhh..." He rubs the back of his neck, "Order them...?"
"I think they'd be hard when they got here." You shake your head a bit, clicking your tongue in amusement, "I told you Mark, it's alright. We'll just go out next Sunday."
"No! You know like, I could uh....get them imported! Yea! Maybe first day delivery if it's possible. I know you like pastries." He looks at you like a hopeful puppy dog, but you're still scrolling through that camera of yours. He huffs, "Come on!" He rolls next to you, it's quick, sudden, and he can tell it startles you as he slings his arm around your shoulder, "Chocolate croissants, cre-" He pauses, he fucking pauses. His eyes wandering down to your camera.
What.
What the fuck.
That photo...
He's in his invincible suit, he recognizes it. The angle, the lighting, the way his lips are curled, the way his body is sat, the way his muscles are flexed, the way his skin is bruised.
A chill runs shoots down his spine.
Horror.
Your finger is frozen on the next button, not looking up at him, hair curtaining your face
Relization.
His arm slips from your shoulders, "You uh-" he swallowed, shifting away from you slightly, and he can't help the way his voice breaks, "Hah- uhhh, hey so- that picture, it was on the Daily Bugles front page the other day right?"
His heart is pounding in his ears.
His lung constrict.
His breathes become panicked.
"How do you..." He goes quiet, his eyes watching as you slowly look up; and fuck, you're smiling.
It's filthy, disgusting, nauseating.
His stomach churns.
The way your lips curl up -knowing, sick, taunting. The way your eyes become half lidded just like that sickos lenses - looking at him like you're carving him out, like some fine piece of meat. The abhorrent way his brain flashes back. When he was choking that spider, when he met him next to that skyscraper, the way the others grin curled, churned, the way that grinned haunted him every night when he drew the curtains tight; trying to sleep whilst buried under his covers. Suddenly he was brought back to that day by the skyscraper.
Anon, "(So happy you're taking requests for bayverse again hi🙏💖) how would the brothers react finally discovering Spiderman reader's identity?? Maybe for example in a similar way that Gwen's identity was discovered by her dad in the atsv movie??
◉Story Notes: character injury(nothing explicit), angst with little comfort, hints of raphael and leonardo (separately) being romantically interested in reader
◌(s,p) = spider persona◌
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In another universe, maybe things could have been different. Maybe there was a place where Leonardo and his brothers could be allies or even friends with the vigilante they'd been sent in by NYPD to arrest. A time where he as the leader and eldest brother didn't have to worry about the consequences of defying them and what that could mean for his families safety. After all, they weren't truly free. When discovered by the human enforcers of law, it had been stated that so long as they helped and promised to keep humanity safe, then they could go about their lives as relatively normal for mutant turtles. In a way, Leo supposed there was an air of jealousy in that. Envious of how this quippy individual with super human abilities could live a more freeing life than him and his brothers.
The argumentative and apprehensive statements from his brothers about how they were actually about to bring this person in, made things all the much harder for him. Pushing through the rubble of the museum after a massive fight against an actual villain had ensued, Leonardo ignored their voiced concerns and instead used the destroyed surroundings to try and convince himself that what they were going to do was right.
What if it had been one of his brothers caught under the broken floors? Or April being wheeled out in an ambulance instead of a random citizen? Even worse, what if it was you who went to witness the splendid galleries today and turned up on the list of casualties? The thought turned something nasty in Leo's stomach, a fact he brought up to his most defiant brother Raphael, who had been arguing since the beginning that bringing in (s,p) would make them no better then the villains they lock up. The turtle in red huffed, but remained silent in Leo's point about the real possibility of this hero's supposed carelessness could end up with having you, one of the most important people in their lives, gone from existence.
A chime from Donnie's mini sonar had the two eldest attention.
"Guy's, I'm picking up movement in the next room.", he whispered, pointing to the small screen as his brothers peered over.
Peeking around the corner, starling blue eyes locked onto the tumbling form of (s,p).
"It's (s,p), and they look hurt.", stated Leo, pulling out his katanas.
With a gulp, Mikey fumbled with his hands nervously.
"Are really doing this? I mean I know we talked about it, but are we-"
"Yes Mikey. Now you and Raph cover down that way, and Donnie you ping Chief Vincent."
Raphael shot Leo a glare, heading his snapped order before taking Mikey to follow.
"I'm not doing this for you.", he barred, sais pointed at Leo before departing, the other at least glad that his earlier statement of your safety having reached his brothers senses.
With a breath in, and then out, Leonardo made his move.
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"Yeah, no, just hit me with a giant stone replica of the Earth, no biggie.", you lightly coughed, holding your side in pain.
Standing up with a strain, you hadn't even a second to take a breath, when your spider senses went into frenzied alarm. Just dodging to the side, your eyes locked onto the two sharpened blades that narrowly nicked your suit. Rolling back with a grunt of agony, you went to shoot your webs at the oncoming aggressor, only for the web shooters to be out.
Another swoosh, and you once again just managed to jump out of the way, trying and failing to stick to a crumbled wall that fell apart like styrofoam. Groaning, you peered up from your squatted position, desperately holding at your side.
"Come on man, give me like five minutes. I just had my ass handed to me by a steam punk Da Vinci."
"Good, it'll make my job all the more easier."
That voice. A lump of fear formed in your throat as your gaze shot up, the dark figure stepping into the light and leaving you near speechless in disbelief.
"Leo. . ."
Leonard glared down at you, twirling his glinting katanas threateningly. Finally, he had the person he'd been chasing for so long trapped in a corner. The conflicting morals, the weight of doing what was right for his family despite their opposing beliefs, the fear of losing someone so dearly important because of this hero's recklessness in trying to save others, it would all be over.
"(S,p), you're under arrest. Don't even think of running this time."
Senses still vibrating, it didn't take a genius to figure out who the three other figures around all your sides were. The thought of being ganged up on by the four people you considered family, only made your heart sink lower.
"Listen, we can talk about-"
"There is nothing to talk about.", Leonardo snapped, eyes tight in a glare. "Now get on your knees and put your hands behind your head."
You looked between the leader in blue and an equally familiar face that came up behind him. Donnie, despite his down trodden face, held in the palms of his hands a pair of handcuffs. And not just any, specially designed ones by him, to detain only the biggest of threats.
"Seriously?! I can't even use my web shooters!"
"I won't tell you again."
The stance Leonardo took, had you panic. You've seen him like this before. Whenever you had been in danger as (y,n), or someone in his family had been. Leo was serious. Looking from his set scowl, back to the handcuffs in Donnie's hand, and still sensing the danger of Mikey and Raph to your sides, you raised your hands defenselessly.
"Okay, okay! Just. . ."
You could feel yourself shaking. Breath stalled, and heart thrumming in your ears. Every fiber of your being was screaming don't do it. But you did.
You removed your mask.
Had he not had such a vice grip on the handles, Leo would have dropped his beloved katanas. A gasped "No way!", could be heard from your side, presumably Mikey, but you looked to no one except the fierce Leonardo before you.
"I can explain. Just please, Leo."
Said ninja turtle looked between you and the empty mask in hand, the look of pure astonishment evident in not only his expression but his tone.
"How. . .how long. . .I don't understand."
"I'm sorry, I really am, but I had my reasons for hiding this from you. From all of you! I'm not a bad person. I help others, like you do. Can't you see that?"
A silence filled the tarnished room, the sounds of debris still crumbling somewhere off in the museum. Leo could only stare at the ground. Everything, everything he ever knew, was it all just a lie? Were you always just a lie? You knew he wasn't easy to trust, but he still let you in, so why didn't you trust him?
The growing sounds of sirens started to become clear, Donnie stepping forward to rest a gentle hand on Leo's shoulder, an attempt to pull him back in.
"Leo?"
You gulped once more, looking into Leo's eyes, but their focus was long gone. Gingerly you took a step forward, hands out reaching.
"Please Leo, let-"
The pointed tip of a katana entered your space, and you quickly halted, confusion and hurt evident in your frightened body language.
"You have the right to remain silent.", came Leo's voice, void of the sense of reality.
"Whoa wait-!"
"Come on Leo, she's our friend!"
Donnie and Mikey shouted out, saying everything they could to bring their brother to his senses. You just stared, tears prickling at the edges of your eyes. The hurt and betrayal within them, mirrored Leo's.
"I said you're under arrest!", came his booming voice, snapping back into reality, his throat tight with a burning anguish.
Before anyone could do anything, Leonardo dashed forward with the stolen handcuffs from Donnie, ready to fight you into them if he had to. In blur of red, a long clang rang out, Leo stumbling back as the cuffs went flying from his hands.
Raphael stood guarded in front of you, his twin sais posed to deflect any further move should his brother make one. From behind him, you gazed, confused in the aftermath of everything. Desperately you tried to read him, but Raph's eyes held something you could not discern. All you knew, was that he was giving you a chance, and despite how incredibly wrong it felt, you left without a thank you or goodbye. Spirit shattered to pieces and face flooded with tears, you were gone.
Once he was sure there was no way of catching up did Raph finally step down, ignoring his brothers enraged shouts till he was harshly shoved.
"What the hell was that, Raphael?!"
Just because Leo was hurt, in the burly turtles mind, he had no right. Mikey, Donnie, and him were all just as hurt, if not a little more for him. Leonardo was not the only brother who struggled with trust.
With a heated breath through flared nostrils, Raphael glared just as fiercely back at Leo.
Neglected! Bat sibling! Reader who was very identical to their father, confident wherever they went and a huge almost cocky grin on their face as they were often praised for their intelligence
Now, I'm very not confident, bat sibling! Reader who, after getting a job at a certain company, was not only bitten by a radioactive spider but also had an alien living inside their body and distances themselves even further away from their family not wanting them to know what they are now
Batfam, who then turns into yandere (platonic) and try to find out what happened to their sibling
Does this make sense?? DOES SOMEONE SEE THE VISION?? DO I WRITE THIS OR NAH??
If you dont mind me requesting this the Im gonna ask
I was hoping you’d write Batfam with a spiderman reader
And if its not too much trouble he’s the first one to get adopted
Batfam and a spiderman reader
Headcanons
Can I admit something? I love spiderman in Gotham fanfic, I read it pretty regularly. That, and Danny Fenton in Gotham. Some of the fics are really good... I ended up not adding every batfam member, cuz I'm tired.
Imagine reader wears the scarlet spider suit, only cuz I love that one.
Well, let's see, now I gotta figure out the timeline. Let's say Bruce leaves at 18 for training, and Ive read somewhere he trained for 7 years, so he gets back at 25, and he took in Dick after a few years of being Batman, so let's say 28?
When does he pick you up then? Maybe during his training, he passes through New York, and you grow on him like a barnacle, the first orphan out of many that he picks up.
Or, you latch onto him when he just starts out as Batman. Maybe you're a kid that's already trying to be a hero before he was, because with great power comes great responsibility.
Let's say he takes you in when you're... 13? That makes you 16-ish when he picks up Dick, and leaves a 4-year age-gap between you guys.
You also aren't part of the no meta rule in Gotham, cuz you were around before that rule was made. Whos gonna stop you, Batman? Your dad? No way.
Having you around makes the adoption of Dick an easier process. If you are like spiderman personality-wise, then it lightens the mood even more. I get a feeling Alfred appreciates your presence a lot during these trying times.
You were never Robin, as that's Dicks thing, but you were always Spiderman from the very beginning. Being adopted by Bruce just upgraded all your gear and protection.
You try to lessen the tension as Dick grows up and becomes Nightwing, but you know your little brother desires freedom, so you also help in getting Bruce to back off so Dick can fly on his own.
When Jason shows up, you become his favorite sibling. You would be 22 around this time, with Jason being like, 13. But being a street kid makes him act older. You still bond with him though.
I feel it causes some conflict with Dick who feels replaced, both because Jason takes the Robin name but also takes “his” spot as the little brother.
Things start really falling apart when Jason dies. I think he dies around 15-ish, so it makes you like, 24, which also means you have started wanting to stretch your wings in your own place too.
Over the years, you and Bruce have argued on and off, but this time it really just tears it all apart. You apologize to Alfred before leaving, you even leave a way to contact you behind, but you leave Gotham.
In the end you settle down in Queens, your friendly neighborhood spiderman finding his spot where he's meant to be.
Your relationship with Dick is still uneasy too, and you don't want to talk to Bruce, so it takes you a while to learn about Tim. It makes you really angry, and ashamed of how angry it makes you.
It just feels like Bruce and everyone else is replacing your dead baby brother. You don't blame Tim, but you don't come back to Gotham for a while, only driving back to visit Jason's grave and talk to him.
It takes a while, but you do start talking to your family again. You stay in Queens though, with your own villains and challenges.
What makes you talk to your family again, is when merge with Venom that one time, where the symbiote feeds your rage to the point of blindness and has you going back to Gotham to tear The Joker apart because no one else will.
Imagine Bruce and Tims surprise when they see you tearing through literal walls to get to the Joker, and the horror when they see you unhinge your jaw to bite someone's head off.
It's when you do this that they figure out it's not really you, or maybe not fully you. In the end, Tim is the one to figure out how to separate the symbiote from you and contain it. Venom gets way, and returns to Queens, cuz spiderman needs venom, but still.
It's a little awkward for a good while, you just can't get yourself as deeply involved as you were before Jason died. Bruce feels distant, and Dick just seems to feel so bad about his own behavior during that time.
You guys try though, and that's all that matters. You are still closer to Alfred though, even when the old butler tries to get you all together.
You would be in Queens when Red Hood pops up in Gotham, so you don't hear about this new guy until he's been there for a while. It's only when he starts doing bigger stuff that Tim mentions him when you guys are calling.
Its not enough to make you come back to Gotham though, so you don't actually get to meet Hood for a good while.
To make it emotional, lets say its during your visit to see Jason's grave. Maybe he's all angsty too and goes to his own grave to brood and remind himself why he's here.
But when he arrives, he sees you, older, more mature looking. And there's a weight to your shoulders now, the same weight Bruce carries. As spiderman you've lost friends, lovers, and even enemies you wanted to save. And you lost your little brother.
He lingers long enough to hear you apologize to his grave for going crazy because of that alien possession, and almost ripping the Joker apart. But really, the symbiote only strengthened what you already felt, and you struggled with the want to kill him every day.
Somehow, you are the first person to discover that Jason is back. Maybe you guys fight as he's doing Red Hood stuff. Instead of locking him up, you just hug him and cry, not wanting to let him go.
You stick around Gotham for as long as you can, not wanting to leave your brother behind again. You offer him a place in New York too, but Gotham is his home.
You guys call every few days after that.
Damian showing up should surprise you, but he doesn't. It just feels like Tuesday at this point, after being in the hero world for so long.
With Jason being back, you spend more time in Gotham, especially if you gain your own sidekick to help take care of Gotham. Aka, Miles.
Miles has met the fam of course, but he's also got his own family in New York, so he's not as deeply involved in the Bats as others.
This means you get to develop a good relationship with Damian, but also start strengthening what's been there with the others.
When the whole thing with Bruce disappearing into the timestream, Tim stays with you in Queens for a while, before he goes off to do his thing.
You would be a member of the Justice league, but in the same way Spiderman is a part of the Avengers, you know? You arent as deeply involved as the others, but you help out when needed.
Queens also just kinda becomes the spot where heroes can hang out, especially the younger heroes that look up to you, as you are like the og sidekick, someone to look up to and admire.
You try to be as active in your family's life as you can be, whilst also taking care of your duties in Gotham and your mentorship for Miles.
This means you help out in Gotham when there's a need for it, and its not uncommon to see a bat or two in Queens when your own selection of villains are running wild out of your control.
Imagine there being a period where you were out of commission, and Queens got a taste of what Gotham is like. You have always been a jokester and bright in your colors.
But your family are broody, dark, and punch harder than you do, even if you are the one with super strength.
Whoever put you out of commission will suffer for that, they make sure of that. And if someone distracts Bruce so the rest can beat them up more than necessary, then so what?
Megan, and Yn were already waiting by time the others got there.
Yn stood up first, Megan following a second later.
Meeting them halfway Yn pulls Sophia in a hug first, muttering a greeting softly, before turning to the person next her, while Megan greeted the others behind them.
Daniela stood patiently waiting,before smiling a little when Yn turned their attention towards her.
“Hi” Daniela muttered, already reaching to pull Yn in hug.
Sophia who was standing behind Yn raised a brow secretly, which Daniela chose to ignore.
“Hey” Yn mutters back softly, before pulling back and squeezing Daniela’s shoulder a bit longer.
When Yn finally turned their attention towards the others, Daniela heaves a small sigh with a blush on her face, making Sophia who was still standing next to her, nudge her.
“I seen that” Sophia mutters, with a smirk rising on her face.
Daniela chose to ignore her, and the blush that was slowly rising on her face, before turning and following behind Yn, who were leading the others towards the table her and Megan had found.
Settling down next to Yoonchae who was on her left, and Manon who was on her right, with Megan and Yn in front of her.
Daniela finally tunes in to the conversation that seemed to be happening around her.
“Seriously though, I can’t be the only one who thinks Spider-Man and Spider-Woman are a couple” Sophia exclaims softly, before looking around for someone to agree with her.
From the corner of her eye Daniela could see Manon nodding in agreement, before opening her mouth.
“I mean I kind of see it” Manon says, making Sophia perk up.
But before Sophia can say something Yoonchae who was on Daniela left spoke up.
“What if, they’re actually friends and you’re just blowing it out of proportion”
Manon scoffs fake offended.
“Come on Yoonchip, anyone with eyes can see they’re definitely a couple”
“How about a bet?” Yoonchae shoots back with a small smirk.
Manon pretends to thinks, before holding out her hand in agreement.
“Ok, I bet if something comes out, it’ll be about them being a couple.”
Yoonchae brings her hand up and shakes Manon’s.
“And I bet if something does come out, it’ll be about them being just friends”
Manon just hums before turning her attention towards her food that just came.
Daniela who tuned them out a little while ago, finally pays attention when Megan catches her staring.
Raising her brow in question towards Daniela, who ducks her head down towards her food with a blush coloring her cheek, and ears.
Daniela hears a tiny snort from her left but chooses not to lift her head up and acknowledge it, that’s until a voice suddenly calls her name.
“Daniela”
It was Megan’s voice.
Snapping her head up towards Megan, and ignoring the snort of laughter she could hear Manon trying to keep in from her right.
“Y- Yes” Daniela stutters out for a second before clearing her throat.
“Yunjin mentioned you guys having some sort of dance thing coming up” Megan says, making Daniela perk up.
“Oh yeah” Daniela says, before going on a full on rant towards Megan who seemed to be actually listening to everything Daniela was saying.
That’s until a phone ringing cut through Daniela’s rant.
“Sorry” Daniela mutters towards Megan with an embarrassed laugh.
“It’s ok” Megan replies with a smile making a dimple pop out.
Daniela who was looking at Megan suddenly averted her eyes from Megan’s face with a blush.
Yn suddenly leans over towards Megan and whispers something towards her, that makes Megan nod before standing up.
Yn who was pulling a few bills from their pockets suddenly spoke up.
“We have to go, Yunjin needs ours help with something”
Sophia who was eating, turns her attention towards Yn and Megan.
“Is she ok?”
Megan clears her throat, before turning towards Yn.
“Y-Yes she’s fine family emergency” Yn stutters out with a small nervous smile.
Sophia nods, before turning her attention back towards her food with a small concerned look still on her face.
Placing the bills down Yn waves to the others, before grabbing Megan’s hand and leaving.
When they’re finally out of view, the other turns their attention towards Daniela, making her blush.
Lara who was glued to her phone almost the whole time, suddenly looks up.
“Soooooo”
Daniela turns her attention towards her food, suddenly finding it more interesting.
Yoonchae who was eating turns her attention towards Daniela.
“I’m surprised you didn’t stutter, besides that one time”
Manon suddenly snorts triggering a chorus of laughter between the others, while Daniela drops her head in embarrassment.
Ekon talks: ignore how bad, and short this is, I haven’t written anything in like 2 months. (But look at Dani progressing a little bit.)
This is set in where all the Mark variants are coming into Marks World and how the reader who has Spider Man abilities deals with Sinister Mark taking a interest in the reader.
The sky above Earth broke open and there lines of multiverse chaos, came in like glass breaking. The multiverse has broken open, and Mark Grayson—multiple Mark Graysons found themselves in a world not their own.
Among them was Sinister Mark, his suit darker than the others, with eyes that burned a deep. Unlike the others, he did not arrive confused or to ruin the world. No, he had been seeking something or yet someone.
He hadn’t expected her. (or maybe he did?)
Y/N moved with the fluidity of a predator, swinging from web lines between collapsing buildings, her suit clinging tightly to her frame, very different from the one Sinister Mark remembered. She wasn’t his Y/N, but the way she fought, the way her eyes burned with hope—it was too close.
Sinister Mark landed before her as a battle erupted around them. The other Marks were already at each other’s throats, trying to establish dominance, but he stood still, watching her.
“You’re in my way,” Y/N said, looking defensively, her lenses narrowing as she readied her web-shooters.
He smirked a rare thing for him. “I don’t think you understand, Y/N.” His voice was smoother than the Invincible she knew, but laced with something dark, something... longing. “I was looking for you.”
Her stomach twisted at his words, but she held firm. “Yeah? Well, I don’t do well with stalkers.”
Sinister Mark took a slow step forward, his cape blowing in the wind. “You’re not her,” he admitted, his voice carrying a weight even he wasn’t used to. “But you remind me of someone I lost.”
That made Y/N hesitate. A crack in her focus.
“Sorry,” she said, launching a web toward him, “but I’m not a replacement and you’re kind of a enemy.”
He caught it. Mid-air.
Her eyes widened as he yanked, pulling her toward him in an instant. Before she could react, his grip was firm around her wrist, though... it was oddly gentle.
“No,” he murmured, his eyes softening just slightly. “You’re not.”
For a moment, they just stood there, the battlefield around them fading away. The connection was unsettling, yet... familiar.
Then, they hread a screamed as another Mark—bloodied and feral charged at them.
Instinct kicked in, and Y/N flipped back, planting both feet against Sinister Mark’s chest and launching off him. She landed in a crouch postion just when she was about to attack another varinat of Mark was killed by a powerful punch from Sinister’s Mark. Putting a hole in the other Marks chest
He turned back to her, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. “You and I? We’re going to get along just fine.”
Y/N exhaled sharply, knowing deep down—whether she wanted to or not—she had just become tangled in something far bigger than she had ever imagined.
And Sinister Mark?
He had just found something worth chasing again.
This is my first time writing a fanfic and posting it I am sorry if it does not sound good or if the grammar is off. This took me a really long time and I hope everyone who comes across it likes it and Enjoys it :) I am also sorry if it is not comic or TV show accurate.
