— Dick can't get over you. The memory of you haunts him every day. And one day, he just can bear it anymore, and decides to open the damn shoe box that keeps every memory of your past relationship. To get drunk with the memory.
!!: ANGST. A little fluff in the flashbacks. fem!reader. no use of y/n. +3.3k words. Reader can be either Superman's daughter or Superman's protege, (it isn't that relevant tho). English is not my first language. Dick can't get over his ex, he's a yearner.
[dc masterlist] dividers by @enchanthings
There was one exact corner in Dick’s room that was sacred for everyone who visited his apartment at Blüdhaven. It was the very left corner of his closet, where he kept a shoe box.
A blue box, with the characteristic three stripes from Adidas, plus the logo. It kept every single little thing of everything you had done together. Its content could wander from the wrapper of a candy, to a broken phone. He kept it just because it was yours, you had been the one who had collected everything and kept it with such care in that box.
He still remembered when you picked a paper napkin from a diner you both went one night, just because you were craving a burger and a milkshake. He remembered asking you why you had picked the napkin that had the ketchup stain instead of a new and clean one. Your answer was simple: “We have used this one, it has an extra value”. He didn’t understand it at first.
But now he did understand, because every time he opened the box, even if most days he tried not to, he saw the damn napkin and remembered perfectly how that stain was created.
He remembered how you were going to add ketchup to your fries, but you hadn’t opened the package correctly and the sauce ended up outside of the plate, on the table, on the napkin and in your hair.
The memory was longer than that. It made Dick remember your laugh after a few seconds of shock. He remembered how you had stolen his napkin to clean the table and your hair, and his “Hey!” when you did so.
Most of the things he had questioned you for putting inside of a box now had a meaning, proving your point of the box acting like a time machine.
He didn't know why he still kept the damn box. No one knew, and they often asked him. Whenever he met someone he avoided telling them about your stuff. Obviously, no one would like to know that the boy they are talking to still keeps the memories of his ex like something holy.
You weren’t dead, if that was the case Dick keeping the box wouldn’t be that weird, because at least he would have the excuse of him mourning his late girlfriend. But the reality was that he had broken up with you in a moment of anger, of impotence.
He didn’t remember why he had been that angry that day, and he didn’t remember how it had gotten that bad for him to explode and say horrible things to you. But what he did remember was your broken expression, like he had just taken your heart out of your chest and tore it apart with his own hands in insignificant pieces.
Like it didn’t mean anything. Like you didn’t mean anything.
He remembered how your eyes filled with tears when he yelled at you for the first time. And you weren’t weak or submissive—you yelled back at him too, but you also held yourself back. You could easily have broken every single bone in his body, because you were angry enough to do it. But your heart ached, because you loved him, and that was what held you back. Because, even though he made you feel as if he hadn’t loved you even once in your six-year relationship, you did love him.
He was insulting you and spouting nonsense that the Dick Grayson of yesterday would never have said—or even thought. And you didn't push him, or slap him, or throw a chair at his head; because you still loved him and didn't want to hurt him.
You left the apartment and flew to your grandparent’s house that same day; because, imagine telling your father, who loved and trusted Dick deeply, that he had just broken your heart and that you didn’t want to see him again. He would have gone feral.
A week later you came back to his apartment. When he saw you he instantly tried to apologise, to tell you that whatever he had said that night he didn’t mean it. You didn’t listen. You didn't even make an effort to open your mouth and yell at him to shut up. Instead you threw the box that was in your hands into his chest. He didn't have time to react, so the box fell over, and everything inside spilled out onto the floor. When he looked back up you were already gone.
He took a look at everything that had come out of the box, and that helped him realize which box it was: your so-called time machine. The box where you kept all the memories of the two of you, which you often said you would show to your future children. Your box was now his, and your message was clear:
“I don’t want to remember you or this relationship anymore.”
He still kept the stupid box, he couldn't bring himself to throw it away, so he just left it in his closet and would shout to whoever dared to take it just to take a curious look inside.
One day, out of the blue, Damian appeared at Dick’s house. The reason? No one truly knows, but when he entered and saw his oldest brother with a different girl instead of you, he didn’t even care and said: “Who is that?”.
Dick didn't have time to answer because Damian immediately started asking about you—where you were and why that girl looked so much like you.
Instead of kicking the boy out, Dick asked the girl to leave and explained everything to his brother.
When he told him about the fight Damian said "You're stupid.”; and when Dick told him about the box, his brother just left the living room to find it. He came back with the Adidas box Dick had become very familiar with after six years of you using it and five months of him being the owner, and placed it in front of him.
“You need to throw this away.” Had said Damian.
Dick didn’t get rid of the box, it kept rotting in his closet every single day until today.
Dick had seen you on TV, alongside Superman. You had saved Metropolis once again from whatever disaster Lex Luthor had orchestrated, and you were radiant. You looked happy; you had an inner glow that no one else in the world possessed, as if you were the sun itself—perhaps because you were Dick’s sun—and you were beautiful, even more so than a year ago, if that were possible.
Once your interview had ended and Superman had asked the reporters to give you some space, Dick stood up from the couch and walked directly to his room, opened the door of his closet and, with determined hands, grabbed the box. Not to throw it away, to drown in the memory of you.
When he opened the box he found a collection of everything from your six years together. The tickets of every time you went to the cinema, the receipts of everything, bracelets, letters, dried flowers…
Every single thing was a memory, a moment in your lives that had been significant enough for you to be kept forever in a box that guarantees their eternity.
Dick, unable to resist the temptation, extended his hand and took a finished lipstick. You had worn that lipstick way too many times, Dick loved it. When you finished the first one you threw it in the box and bought a new one, the same exact shade.
Dick was peacefully laid down in his bed, the light from outside coming into his room through the windows and a small salt lamp was on in his girlfriend’s nightstand, giving a cozy atmosphere to the room.
He could hear the water from the sink running, you were brushing your teeth before going to bed and he was waiting to hear the water stop so he could have you in his arms as soon as possible.
Once you were done you came out of the bathroom. Dick’s shirt hung loosely on you, covering your body down to your thighs. Oh, what a delightful sight for Dick Grayson, and how damn lucky he was.
“I bought a new lipstick this morning,” You said, sitting down next to your boyfriend, your knee touching Dick’s ribs. His hand moved upwards automatically, landing in your leg. “Do you want to see it?”
He simply responded with a low growl from his throat, his lips curving into a smirk. His gaze never left your face, and his hand gently caressed your leg. Your smile widened, and so, you uncovered the lipstick and applied it in your lips perfectly.
“It’s from the new limited edition collection of lipsticks YSL Beauty has dropped.” You moved to lay down next to Dick and got closer to him. His hand, that was previously on your leg, shifted and ended in your waist, pulling you closer to him. “It’s more pinky than the ones I normally use,” you said, kissing his cheek. “but I saw it today, and thought that I could try something new.” Your next kiss was on his jaw. “Besides, I’ve got this dress that could go perfectly with this shade,”you then kissed his collar bone. “Remember the one I wore to the last gala we went to?” You kissed the bicep of his other arm, the one that wasn’t holding your waist. The stains of the lipstick stayed in every spot you had kissed, pink and glossy and perfect.
He made another sound of satisfaction, and you then moved upwards again, your faces less than an inch from each other, both of you with your eyes closed, savoring the closeness.
“It also tastes really sweet, wanna try it?” The kiss was lazy and slow, but it held some hunger from each other.
Dick loved these types of nights, the quiet ones; when it was only the two of you and your flirty and sexy voice trying to convince him that a $60 lipstick was worth the price.
And damn right it was.
Dick placed the lipstick back into the box. Then, he moved the hand deeper and found some polaroid pictures inside of an envelope.
He remembered when he gifted you the instant camera that printed out the photo right after taking it. How your eyes lightened up and you couldn't stop thanking him with quick pecks during the rest of the night, in your birthday party.
A professional and expensive camera that you had used at every important event, every single time you could. At parties, at home, in another country, at the beach…
You were attached to the object, and of course it wouldn’t be inside the box, but the pictures were, and they were beautiful.
He recognized every single one of them.
The one that had been taken by him in the mirror of your bathroom, with you hugging him and the camera covering you two’s faces.
The one you had taken of him in his Nightwing suit, eating the leftovers of the dinner of two days before in the kitchen, at 1am.
The selfie you took with Wally at one of Dick’s birthday parties, where he could be seen in the background with a lovesick expression.
The one Tim took of Dick and you, playing with Damian and Jon at the Kent’s farm.
The one Dick took of you one night after he had returned from patrol. Deeply asleep on the couch, with an open book covering half your face and Haley sleeping in the small space in between your ribs and the couch.
Sweet and short moments you had wanted to keep. forever captured in photos that were now Dick’s property. They had stopped being the proof of your love story to turn into the proof of a doomed ending. The ghost of your memory haunting his mind and his senses.
He hadn’t seen all the pictures, but for the shake of his sanity, he put them back into the envelope, and back into the box.
He should’ve stopped there. Close the box and throw it away; or put it again deep into his closet, in its now designed space.
But he didn't. He couldn’t.
He needed to get drunk with the memory of you.
He needed to physically feel the closest feeling he could get from the time you shared together.
So he kept searching.
A concert ticket. The first gift he gave you on your first anniversary. A sketch Damian had made of you and Dick, the one he had gatekept for three years until he gifted it to you on your birthday. A broken Nightwing keychain.
A broken Nightwing keychain.
“Look what I found in the store near the cafe we always go to.” You walked into the living room, still in your work clothes.
Dick was laying down in the sofa, with Haley next to him, doing nothing in particular.
You sat down next to him, next to Haley, and showed him the keychain. It was only
Nightwing’s logo, made with crochet. The owner of the shop you had got it from made those type of things with crochet and sold them. It could go from very detailed but cute mini figures to the small keychains, like the one you were now holding.
Dick smiled and took the keychain from your hands to take a look at it.
“It 's cute".
His hands touched the yarn, enjoying the texture of it, inspecting the blue color, the shape of his logo. You had bought a hand made keychain of him for yourself. Even if you were more powerful than him, even if you worked with Superman himself, it was adorable how you acted like Dick was your favourite superhero.
“I also got you one of my logo, and you have to use it.” You demanded, pulling out the second keychain from your pocket.
Of course you’d bought matching keychains for the two of you. And, of course, he was going to wear it, because you were his favorite, too.
“Thanks babe.” He kissed your cheek, accepting the second keychain and giving you the Nightwing one.
One of the yarn loops broke after it hooked up with something inside your bag, that's why you had put it inside the box. You stopped using your, Dick never took his off. Your crocheted logo was still hanging with his house keys. His excuse was laziness, he was too lazy to take it off so it is just there. But the reality is that he didn’t want to take it off.
He kept the very last things he has from you like a treasure. A priceless treasure that no one was allowed to touch but him. Like he was afraid it would disappear, go away, like you did.
That’s why he kept the box hidden. That’s why his keys were always left in the same place, so he wouldn't lose them, lose your keychain.
He left the keychain inside the box. Everything he had taken out of the box, he put it back in again. He has done with the memory of you.
He wanted you. Real and alive.
He didn’t want to see your physical appearance in pictures, your scent in a broken bracelet that still had your perfume, your voice in the videos he still kept in his phone.
He needed all of that at the same time. He needed your physical presence.
He needed you.
He was probably being stupid, reckless, when he left the open box in his bed and rushed to get his keys.
He was determined to drive from Blüdhaven to Metropolis to see you. He wasn’t sure how you were going to react, but he needed this. Even if you rejected him, his mind would be at peace after seeing you in front of him. Then he’ll move on, promise.
Before he knew it, two hours had passed and he was already standing at your door. You’d probably heard him; you knew he was there. You were just waiting for him to muster the same courage he’d had to come all the way here and ring the doorbell.
“Fuck, I’m stupid.” He complained to himself, rubbing his face with both hands.
He had come to Metropolis with nothing prepared, just love and stubbornness. The drive had been long enough to think of a speech, but instead he had been too distracted with the thought of seeing you again.
And now, that he was standing at your door, his mind was blank and his body was tense and immobile.
Minutes passed and he just stood there. Never moved, never talked, or made a sound.
Until you were the one opening the door. Because you knew he was on the other side. You had known since the moment he left Blüdhaven that he had come to you. And the fact that he hadn’t been able to even ring the doorbell was pissing you off.
“What do you want Dick?” Your voice was sharp enough to cut Dick’s heart in half. And it did.
“I just–” He fought to keep his gaze forward, instead of looking down. Like the coward he was being right now. “I wanted to see you.”
“Mission accomplished then, you can leave now.”
He didn’t remember you being so cold. You have always been so caring, soft, kind. It was almost like someone was controlling you right now.
“I am sorry. Extremely sorry, for everything.”
Your expression softened when he began to apologize. Even though you were angry and rage had taken hold of you the moment you saw him standing in front of your apartment, you still had a soft spot for Dick Grayson—the man you had once considered the love of your life.
“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough.”
“I know but–”
“Dick, you said horrible things to me that night. No one can just forget them and just keep living their life. I can't keep loving you after what you told me.”
He knew he had hurted you. He knew he had been the dumbest jerk that night. He knew you weren’t going to forget it that easily. Because you were smart and you had self respect.
And you knew that someone who truly loved you would never have said such horrible things to you.
“I’m not going to get back with you, Dick. I don't regret all the years we spent together, but I can’t forgive you that easily. I suggest you move on.”
“Fine, yes, I… I didn’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.” He gave up and looked at his shoes.
“Dick,” He looked up again. “I loved you, despite everything, I still remember you with love. I really hope you can find someone else and be happy with them.”
Dick was trying to hold his tears, and he could tell you were too. It was overwhelming to have him standing in front of you for the first time after almost a year since the break up.
“I’m sorry,” he said, trying to form a smile.
You gave him a sad smile back and closed the door. He stood there for a few minutes, like a statue. Tears didn’t fall from his eyes, his heartbeat didn't calm down. But he had to leave now, for good.
Start again with his life. Make a huge effort to get over you.
But before he left he looked at the door one last time and whispered: “I love you.”
A/N: I had this fic unfinished since April so I finished yesterday night and edited today morning. Hope you guys like it. Also I'd love to know what you guys think cuz it motivates me a lot to keep writing.
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It was liberating. The feeling of the wind blowing against his body as he revved his black and red motorcycle.
"Ready as I'll ever be, Superstar."
He sped up, the wind was cool, there was no sun to emit any heat due to it being night and the winds got stronger the nearer he got to the sea.
He drifted to a stop, getting off his bike when he was in a two hundred meter range of the warehouse. He used his grappling hook to get to the shabby wooden roof. It was near the docks, he could basically smell the salt from the ocean.
"Can you confirm it's the League of Assassins and Luthor's goons?"
"Well from the looks of it, yeah." The lenses of his red helmet scanned the people below him, purple profiles of the people soon appeared, confirming their identities.
"I can't believe they're actually in Gotham." The girl was typing on her side, looking through the lenses of Jason's helmet on her screen.
Meanwhile Jason was looking around, scanning for something, anything that would give them a clue as to what those two factions were meeting up for. Not long after, his lenses locked in on a container that was kept frozen, a purple outline with exclamation marks signifying that it was something important.
"Should I just blast in and take them out or just grab that container and run for it?"
"90 percent success rate for the former and 99 for the latter. Might as well just shoot, try and get some info while you're at it."
"Aight." He was about to takedown somebody from above but was interrupted by someone bursting in from the door, "What the—" His lenses zoomed in to spot a Superman and Batman.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me." The pair said in unison over the comms.
"Okay change of plans." Typing could be heard on the other side once more, "I've stalled the Batmobile for five minutes. Just grab the container and ride back to HQ. You got five minutes since the goons have stopped icing it when those two appeared. Probably thought if they weren't going to make it, they might as well destroy the evidence."
"FIVE minutes— You have a lot of faith in me."
"Since day one. You don't even have to worry about Superman's super hearing, the suit I made you ensures that you don't make any sound."
"Yeah yeah I'll get the damn container of who knows what."
"Good boy."
He turned as red as the helmet he was hiding underneath, truth be told he doesn't know why he still gets flustered by the flirting, he should've been used to it by now. They've known each other for how many years already? Seven? Eight? And counting.
He grappled down, silently taking the container and grappling back to his motorcycle, "Got it."
"Well you have 3 minutes to reach back to HQ."
"Damnit!" Jason immediately got on his motorcycle and started to speed back to one of the teleport pads that would lead back to HQ.
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"Now tell us what you're meeting for." Batman was gripping one of Luthor's goon by his collar, lifting him up and speaking with his signature Bat tone, the tone that would make a grown man scream like a little girl.
"T-that container—" The goon choked his words out.
"What container." The bat growled.
"The one that's iced o-over there!" They both turned to look at it but there was nothing there. "W-wait that can't be! It was right there just a moment ago I swear—!"
He knocked the goon out before letting him fall to the ground and went to the spot he pointed at, it still felt cold, he raised his forearm and scanned the area using his high tech glove, "Superman. It seems like someone took something important from here." The bat said as the results stated that something used to be there not long ago.
"I'll fly around and survey—"
"Cover north of this area, I'll go south. The reader says something was here less than 5 minutes ago. The person who took it can't be that far."
"On it." Was all the meta said before he disappeared, flying off.
Batman pressed the call button for the Batmobile.
Click.
Strange. It didn't work.
Click.
Once more.
Click.
He sighed and grappled back to the Batmobile instead, getting inside only to see a four-sided star surrounded by swirls of energy on the Batmobile's screen, the Star of Themis, a notable signature of a well known hacker.
"Damnit, Supernova!"
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Jason skidded to a stop, on top of one of the many teleport pads across the cities, his body glitched out before glitching back into a very advanced technological looking base. Though he looked completely unfazed by the tingly sensation it left on his body, he was used to it by now, having used these teleport pads to get out of so many sticky situations in the past.
"Hurry now. Before it defrosts completely." It seemed like she was already ready, gloves on her hands as she took the container from Jason, placing it in a tube, before letting it close. Instantly the tube frosted up, ensuring that the specimen is cold, she allowed the tube to scan and analyze it.
"What do you think it is?" Jason watched the girl glitch around her lab to different screens.
"No idea. For all we know it could be a Luthor and Al Ghul tube baby."
Jason shuddered at the thought, "No way."
"We never know. The Al Ghuls are crazy with their lazarus pit and Luthor was crazy enough to babytrap Superman so who knows what those madmen are planning."
The tube beeped, signifying the scan was complete, immediately the girl glitched in front of the screen, looking at the results, "You're joking."
Jason raised a brow, walking to stand next to the girl to look at the results as well.
"What the fuck."
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“And where are you going?” The girl was stopped just as her hand touched the door handle. When did you care. "Out."
Clark raised an eyebrow, "Out where?"
"With my friends." She kept her responses short.
"In... That outfit?"
"What's wrong with my outfit?'
The girl was wearing a cropped black sleeveless top, showing off her toned abs, with long navy green cargo pants. Her shoes were a nice pair of black and white Air Forces. She had a nice bracelet stack on her right arm, her watch on her left, though she also had multiple rings on both hands. Her nails had extensions and a beautiful black and purple design.
He really didn't know when his little girl grew up.
"I don't know if that's a good idea honey. It's just that Lex Luthor was—"
"When is Lex Luthor not up to something. I'll be fine. I always am."
The only thing that came after that was the sound of the front door closing.
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Clark's hand was mid-raise about to call out her name when he heard the door closing. He sighed, putting his arm down and shaking his head, "When was she... like that?"
Clark never really did have that much time with her, not after Jon was born, having to take care of a baby was exhausting you know? And not long after he got out of his toddler stage he got his powers.
Could you blame the man for getting excited? His first born, a daughter, never inherited his powers, never even showed any signs of being even half Kryptonian, but Jon, he hadn't even reached his teen years before he discovered his powers, so of course the man had to focus more on his son, right?
She was always a sweet girl, never disrespectful so he never had to worry about her. And her grades... She did well, he thinks. He never really asked and she never told him, did she?
She tried but she gave up once she realised he would never listen.
He took one look at the front door before going back to writing his article, he decided that he was going to ask her about school when she came back. She should be in college now, right?
Wrong, she had already graduted as the youngest graduate of MIT while being valedictorian of her graduate year.
He'll ask her which college she went to and if she hadn't, he would help her decide. Yes, that seems like a good idea.
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The girl sighed as walked out to a nearby abandoned parking lot, looking around to see if there was anybody close by. Seeing that there was nobody she threw a small cube to the floor, causing her black and purple convertible to glitch in front of her.
In her vigilante form she would have her iconic black and purple motorcycle, the one that she's matching with Jason, whose motorcycle was black and red, but she couldn't risk getting recognised by some people who are a bit too perceptive. Cough. Cough. Batman.
She got in and started the car, changing the song on the audio player to play "Whiplash" by Aespa while putting on her sunglasses before driving off. The open roof allowed the music to be heard as she drove past multiple cars.
She drove for a short while before parking in front of a cafe, a cybercafe to be specific. Walking in, she heard the bell jingle.
"Welcome! May I take your order— Oh not you again."
"You wound me, my friend." She placed her sunglasses on her head as she walked in.
"Let me guess. A death wish iced coffee with 8 extra shots of espresso."
"You know me too well." Our main character flashed a foxy smile at the barista.
The girl had been coming here since her days at MIT, basically made this her second home with how much time she spent in here, sitting in the area where it was just a normal cybercore aesthetic cafe instead of where the PCs were and grinding for her exams. Spent so much time in the cafe that she got to know every single worker there, especially the barista who owned the cafe. Y/n was running on pure spite and caffeine, still is to this day.
She payed for her drink and walked to the table, seeing her very recognisable partner in crime at a table in the section without the PCs, waiting for her, "Remind me why we always come here again?"
She went to take the seat in front of him, "You know this is the only place that sells this amount of caffeine to me."
"Yeah you even drink more than Tim. And that says a lot." He had a hint of teasing in his voice as he looked at his girl.
The girl rolled her eyes in response, "Haha. Very funny."
Jason sipped on his frappuccino, "So are we not gonna talk about that tube—"
All of a sudden he was interrupted by the sound of everyone's phone pinging.
A flash flood warning.
The pair looked out of the window, suddenly seeing a wave of water coming towards the cafe.
"What the fuck. That can't be natural."
The girl simply looked at her nails with an odd amount of calmness, “Yeah, it’s probably not.”
Jason pushed his chair and stood up, “We have to evacuate the citizens to the roof.”
“What. I haven’t even gotten my daily coffee intake yet–”
“Y/n!”
“Ugh! Fine!” The sound of her chair scraping and falling to the ground was agonising.
The duo helped the bartender guide everyone to the roof before quietly slipping away into the shadows, jumping over to another rooftop.
"Any luck contacting your family?" She stood at the roof's edge, looking down to see the water flooding the city.
Jason slipped on his iconic red helmet, instantly his suit started to glitch in place of his civvies, "Nope. Comms are completely down."
He toyed with his built in communication device before tuning into their duo channel, "Ours still work though."
"Of course it still works. It'll take a lot more than water to disrupt my tech. I would think you of all people would know that." The girl had an expression of mock offense, "You know how much shit you put your suit into and it's still perfectly functional? Who's to thank for that?"
“Sorry, princess. You just never cease to amaze me.” Jason shrugged as he tilted his head down to look at the girl standing next to him, who scoffed in response.
The girl rolled her eyes, sliding on her signature purple and black kitsune mask, her outfit glitching into her vigilante suit, a rare thing for the public eye to see. Supernova was usually never seen out on the field unless it was serious.
"Oh? This flood is serious enough for you to come out of hiding?" Jason teased, she could almost see the shit eating grin he had on his face behind that helmet.
With a flick of her wrist, a purple holographic screen appeared in front of her, paired with a matching purple holographic keyboard, "I'm more concerned if this is happening all over the States and not just Gotham.
Her hands typed quickly on the keyboard effortlessly, "Because it's one thing for Gotham to go against mother nature but it's another if it affects the entirety of the States."
Jason leaned over to see the screen over her shoulder, "What are you planning now?"
"Well first of all I'm going to make sure that none of the security measures around Arkham Asylum were deactivated and if they were I'm getting them back up."
Jason nodded as he heard her words, that was a smart first move.
"And... Done." Y/n quickly changed her screen, "Now I'm connecting all of the heroes' comms with ours."
Jason blinked once, then twice, before finally speaking, though only one word came out from him, "What."
Her eyes were focused on her screen, "If your comms are down with the Bats and this is happening all over the States that means the League are all disconnected and everything will go to shit. And sure the old bat could have a contingency plan for this but better safe than sorry."
Jason raised an eyebrow under his helmet, "Won't they track it back to you?"
"If they could they would've done it ages ago." Her hands finally stopped typing, screens everywhere around the states lit up, the Star of Themis appearing as her voice echoed into the what should have been disrupted comms of the Justice League, Teen Titans and Young Justice, “That should do it.”
Meanwhile, back in the Batcave Barbara, Tim and Bruce were huddled around the Batcomputer, trying to get comms back up or at least get the Batcomputer to turn back on. Duke was on the dayshift alone when suddenly their comms were cut off and an anomaly was detected before everything shut off completely.
All of a sudden the screens of the Batcomputer lit up, “Oh that must’ve done it–...” Barbara’s words trailed off as she noticed the familiar star symbol, feeling defeated. Just at that moment that husky voice that they knew all too well echoed in the Batcave.
“Hiya~ Supernova here. Couldn’t help but notice that a flood has taken over Gotham, I don’t suppose it’s the same for the rest right? Please say that it isn’t happening in other places because if it is that's so much more work for me.”
“Supernova–” The name was essentially growled out.
Y/n immediately cut him off. “Ah ah. Now’s not the time for your usual hostility, Superman. Answer my question first.”
“...Metroplisis is flooded too.”
“Coast city too.”
“Same at Central city.“
"Star City as well."
"Gateway city is."
"Midway City is also flooded."
"Here in Jump City too."
As she heard the rest of the heroes slowly confirm, she let out a deep sigh, “Okay so the plan is—”
“And why would we listen to you?” The unshakeable voice of the man of steel could be heard through the communication route.
“Well for starters I’m the only reason everyone can even communicate with each other now so be grateful. And second of all you wouldn’t want your family to drown would you?” The girl paused and tilted her head, tone snarky, “Oh wait, it’s not like you care all that much about them anyways.”
The silence in the communication route after that comment was suffocating.
A sudden growl was heard, “What do you know about my family? You have no right to speak about them like that–”
“Oh yeah because you're such a happy family of four." Her words were laced with thick sarcasm.
"Yes we are actually."
It was silent for a good minute before a shocked and amused laugh echoed through the communication route, "You didn't even realise what was wrong with that sentence."
Her laugh continued for some time, after that she wiped a tear from the side of her eye, "Oh man. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time."
"What do you mean–"
"Enough! We don't have time for this." The deep voice from the original bat was heard, "What was your plan, Supernova?"
“Of course. Now before I was so rudely interrupted.” Her words clearly targeted, “A metal ball looking gadget is materialising in front of each of you right now.”
As she said that, true to her words, each hero and vigilante had a metal ball glitch in front of them, even Jason who was right next to our main character.
“These gadgets can capture and contain huge amounts of water. Simply place them at the centrals of your respective cities and that should solve the problem.”
“...That’s all?”
It seemed like everyone was expecting something more complicated.
“What were you expecting? For me to connect the entire US draining system to drain the flood?" She paused, "Well I could. But I’m abit too lazy for that, yeah?” Her voice was was too casual for the words she just spoke but they had more pressing matters to attend to right now.
In front of her she had a holographic 3D map of each city, “A holographic 3D map of your respective cities have appeared infront of you. I have used your individual symbols to mark a central location of your cities. Just press the button on the gadget and our problem will be solved. Once you’re at your designated location wait for my signal, coordination is key here. Though the solution is simple, a single mistake can mess everything up. So be patient, yeah?”
“Totally not stressful, princess.”
The sarcastic voice sounded out from beside her making Y/n give him a playful shove, "I try my best, darling."
“Flirting so shamelessly in front of so many, how utterly disgraceful.” A boy that was exactly three apples tall hissed out.
“Speaking like a victorian child as always, demon spawn.” Jason shot back towards his little brother.
"Okay okay enough. We got a job to do. Let's go." With that Y/n muted herself and was about to jump off, her mechanical wings, one black, one white, unfurled from her suit.
Jason grabbed her arm and spun her towards him, pulling her closer to him, "Not so fast, princess. Trying to leave without giving me a goodbye kiss?"
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, "You'll live."
"Oh c'mon please?" Jason said in a teasing voice, "Or you can make it up with me tonight–"
Dick had to interrupt, "Woah woah there are children in the comms."
"I am not a child–!" Damian growled out before his comms got cut off.
Y/n turned to Jason, "You didn't mute yourself?"
Jason took off his helmet for a split second, "Never planned to, princess." He winked and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his touch lingering before he reluctantly pulled away, placing his helmet back on.
"See you on the other side." He gave a two finger salute as he jumped to another roof and another until he became a small black blob in Y/n's vision.
The girl sighed, a small smile hidden underneath her kitsune mask as she set off in the opposite direction, away from her partner.
Meanwhile the younger heroes(and some of the Justice League) were all listening into the comms to hopefully hear more of the duo's interaction to gossip about later, they ended up disappointed when they realised the two had went in opposite directions.
As she flew around the skies of Gotham, surveying to see if any citizens needed help she saw a small black blob floating in the water, thinking it was a black kitten in need of help she activated the lenses of her mask and zoomed in to take a closer look and to her surprise what she saw wasn't a kitten, it was in fact a stray Robin!
Y/n giggled as she saw the Robin bobbing up and down the water, his suit had seemingly deployed it's emergency flotation device. She flew down and picked him up from his cape akin to a mother cat picking up her kitten by the scruff.
She saw the Robin panicking before realising it was her, his cheeks reddened instantly, "Unhand me you heathen!"
The girl simply chuckled as the boy made no attempt to escape despite his words, she landed safely on the skyscraper Damian was supposed to be on and placed him down.
The poor boy probably didn't alert anyone of his predicament due to embarrassment, Y/n chuckled at the thought but coughed to hide it once Damian hissed, "What are you laughing at?"
While Damian tried to look scary all she saw was a wet angry kitten hissing at her, the boy was basically the same colour as Jason's helmet, out of anger or embarrassment she didn't know, probably a mix of both.
Y/n waved her hand dismissively, "Who's laughing? I don't hear any laughter." The boy growled and was about to retort before our main character stopped him, "C'mon demon spawn, I'll help you with the device."
"I don't need help–"
"Yes yes, you're very capable. I'll just lend a helping hand." Somehow the metal ball device in his utility belt ended up in her hands as she beckoned the Robin over.
She threw the ball in the air a few times before kneeling down and handing it to the child that was three apples tall, his eye twitched as he snatched the ball back from the girl, "You dare to mock my height when you're not much taller."
"Your words are as sharp as ever, demon spawn." The boy's hand was itching to grab his katana, he's been waiting for a rematch ever since that night.
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The Robin was panting as he held his katanas, his body shaking with exhaustion. He couldn't see a way to best his opponent. He had been trained by the best assassins in the world and he couldn't even beat a hacker that hides behind a screen all the time! His mother and grandfather didn't train him just to lose against this.
A masked figure barely looked back at him, her katanas glinting in the moonlight, "Not bad demon spawn. Come back when you're stronger, you have so much potential to unlock. Unfortunately I'm quite busy tonight, so I'll have to take my leave."
He wasn't even bleeding, she purposely avoided making him bleed, she didn't even treat him seriously!
He had been bested with his own weapon that night.
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"No retort this time? How odd."
Her teasing voice snapped him back to reality, he realised that he zoned out with a dangerous variable next to him. Was he losing it?
He snarled, "Just tell me what I have to do with this device." He was scrutinising the small device in his hand.
"Okay okay. To be honest all you have to do is press that purple button–" She immediately covered the button on the metal ball after seeing his finger almost press the button instantly, "Once I give the signal."
Damian scoffed, "Could've started with that." He swatted her hand away from the gadget and started to inspect it once more.
Y/n let out a small chuckle before tuning back into the comms, the boy could hear her husky voice in his comms and from the source, right next to him, "Hey. Everybody in position?"
She waited for everybody to confirm their positions before speaking again, "Okay. On the count of three, you press the purple button."
She didn't have to hear their response before counting down, the instruction was as simple as it could get.
1.
They each felt the weight of the metal ball in their hand as they waited for the count.
2.
Some had smiles on their face, some were serious, some were curious, some were interested, but they all shared one emotion, anticipation.
3.
They all pressed the purple button, watching as the metal ball suddenly flew into the sky with great speed but what happened next was something that made the entire communication route silent, words truly couldn't justify the beauty of the scene.
The water beneath them started to tremble, droplets, instead of falling from the sky, seemed to be defying gravity and going up instead, before being pulled towards the metal ball, as if it was being magnetised. The liquid started to form a hypnotic spiral pattern, the water catching the light, causing it to seem as though it was sparkling. It was jaw dropping to see the laws of nature being defied right before their eyes.
Damian looked up at the sky in awe, his eyes wide as he saw the scene which could only be described as a scene right out of a comic. Similar to the ones he has been secretly reading.
Y/n gave the boy a side glance, not moving her head away from the direction of the scene, "It's quite a sight, isn't it?"
The boy could only nod, he couldn't bare himself to take his eyes of the scene for one second, not until the gadget had seemingly finished it's job of containing all the surrounding water, falling out of the sky and back to it's owner's hands.
"Looks like my job is done." Her voiced echoed through the communication route once more, breaking the silence as she tossed the metal ball into the air and it glitched away midair.
At the same time all the metal ball devices with the rest of the heroes glitched away as well.
"Thank you for your service. Ah. Just in time too. I rebooted the electrical plant. Your own comms should be working now. And don't worry about any escapees from Arkham Asylum, Bat, that was the first thing i took care of. Until next time, my dear heroes." Was all she said before she deactivated the comms she had set up for the heroes.
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"Were we just used–”
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She turned to look at the Robin that just stared at her. When did she even reboot the electrical plant? Was it when he was looking at the water being collected? Damnit he was distracted twice now when he was right next to her. He clenched his fists. This shouldn't be happening.
Y/n stepped closer towards the edge of the building, giving her signature two finger salute before jumping off, "See you around, demon spawn."
The boy couldn't run fast enough to stop her, when he reached the edge himself and looked down there was already no trace of her left. Damnit. He didn't even have the chance to challenge her to another duel.
"Robin. Robin come in." Damian heard his father's voice through their own communication line now, seems like she wasn't lying and it was back up already, not that he ever doubted her, well not her, just her abilities, he would never trust her. Right?
"Robin here." Damian responded in a gruff voice.
"Why didn't you confirm your position just now?"
Ah right. The boy was right next to her so he didn't have to confirm his position, not that he would ever admit that to his father.
"I didn't need to. She probably knew all of our positions anyways." He grumbled out as he jumped away from the current rooftop he was on.
Bruce didn't question him any further but he knew. And Damian knew that he knew.
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As Clark and the two Superboys flew back home, his two boys were talking about random things before he suddenly spoke, thinking about the words the hacker had spoke, "I just don't get it. What did she mean..." He questioned, mostly speaking to himself.
“Oh yeah because you're such a happy family of four."
Conner shrugged, "Maybe she's just salty that she doesn't have a family."
"You shouldn't say that! That's mean... Even if she's a little bit mean sometimes..." Jon muttered the last part as he continued to fly.
There was a silence that ensued between the three of them as they were left to their own thoughts.
What could that mean? They were a happy family of four. Him, Lois, Conner, Jon... Why did it feel like he was forgetting someone?
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Y/n!
All of them came to the same realisation at the same time.
First thing that hit them was guilt for forgetting her, the second was fear. How did Supernova know how many people were in they're family? That, at the very least, meant that she knew their real identities.
Clark immediately contacted Bruce, explaining the situation quickly. Bruce raised his eyebrows as he heard the new information, he was concerned of course but... Since when did Clark have a daughter? And why didn't he know about her at all? A Kryptonian he had no information on or contingency plan at all? That was concerning. He had to get that fixed but before he could ask for more information on her Clark disconnected the call.
It didn't help that Clark didn't even mention what her name was before he disconnected the call, saying he has to go check up on his daughter.
Bruce didn't have much things to work with here. The only thing he could think of was calling the one person who's in contact with the hacker herself so that he could make sure that the Kryptonian family was at least not in danger.
Bruce sighed as the entered the communication line with him.
"I need your help."
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Y/n sighed as she finally reached back to the Kent's home. She took off her kitsune mask prior to avoid suspicion and decided to drive her black and purple convertible back to the nearby abandoned parking lot once more.
She usually would return to her own penthouse but she left a really nice mini dress here that she wanted to wear, not that it really mattered since she would be wearing her vigilante outfit the whole night but it's the thought that counts, you know?
She was ready to take a long well deserved shower. She took off her make up, grabbed her towel and entered her bathroom.
Once she stepped out of the shower, the mirror fogged up with steam, she dried herself off with her towel before going to grab the tight black mini dress she simply adored that showed off her body and exposes a little bit of her cleavage.
She wasn't afraid to wear things like this, she could fight. Not that she had to with Jason by her side like a loyal guard dog that isn't afraid to bite.
She was putting on her lip gloss when Jon bursts into her room, Y/n was a bit surprised and confused as she looked at him through the mirror. First, he just came back from the whole flood fiasco, so he should be resting right now and second, he came to her? That's a first.
He seemed to frown for a second as he saw her outfit before returning to his usual sunny smile as he waved a piece of paper in the air, "Hey sis! Can you help me with my homework?"
'Sis?' Y/n could barely hold back the cringe as she decided not to look towards him and continued to put her lip gloss on at her vanity, barely even acknowledging him causing him to pout.
"Sis~" The boy whined from the lack of attention as he came closer to the girl.
"I'm sure you can ask someone else for help, Jonathan." Y/n said as she pressed her lips together as she finished her lip combo, closing the lip gloss and placed it back on her vanity.
Jon froze as he heard that. 'Jonathan'? His sister calling him that made them feel so... distant. He continued to follow her as she walked around her room, putting on some jewellery, "But I want you to help me!"
"I'm a bit busy tonight, Jonathan. I'm sure Clark wouldn't mind helping you."
'You even call dad by his name?' Jon's thoughts made him lose track of his original purpose as he didn't even notice that she had already left her room, leaving him alone standing in the middle of her room that smelled like vanilla from her perfume with only his thoughts.
"Why was she so... cold? Was she always like that?" Jon questioned out loud, looking around her room that was kind of empty. It didn't hold any warmth, like it wasn't actually being lived in, there were only a few things left here and there, it looked like an older sibling’s room when they leave for college.
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When was the last he even stepped foot in this room? Jon was currently standing in front of the closed door, contemplating whether he should go in or not. He finally pushed himself to just do it, if he stood there any longer he knew he would chicken out, it was such a spur of the moment decision that he even forgot to knock.
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He sighed as he left the room without his desired results, even worse actually. She barely even acknowledged him! After all that courage he built up to even enter her room in the first place. There was no way she used to be that... He tried to find a different word than cold to describe that but all he could think of was how she dismissed him like he was a stranger.
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Y/n shrugged off the interaction with Jon and walked in the hallway, beelining for the door, before she got stopped by a certain leather jacket wearing teenager, calling out her name as he leaned against the doorframe of his room, "Yo."
The boy looked her up and down with a raised brow, "I'm guessing you're going to the club? Or maybe a bar?" He was purely guessing off her outfit.
Y/n was wearing a tight black mini dress, with a pair of red bottom heels, a small designer handbag hanging off her shoulder. Along with a nice bracelet stack on her right arm with matching simple silver earrings that shined when the light hit it just right, and her nails with extensions that were sharp enough to do enough damage if scratched.
"I'm going out with my friend." She kept her answer short and curt, trying to walk past him but he blocked her.
The boy let out a teasing remark, "Do you even have friends?"
He was expecting a retort from her but all he got in return was a deadpan stare, he raised both his hands up as if to show that he meant no harm, "I'm just joking~"
He tried backtracking, "So is it just a friend or…?"
"It's none of your business." Her tone was icy, she said as crossed her arms waiting for him to move out of the way.
Conner let out a strained chuckle as he tried to navigate his way around her aloofness, "Well if it's nothing then there should be no problem with me tagging along–"
Before Conner could finish his sentence, Y/n cut him off, "Yeah no sorry. I don't hang out with kids."
"K-kid? I'm not a kid–!" Conner stuttered over his words as he turned red.
"You're a minor. That mean's you're a kid." She waved her hand dismissively as she simply walked past the now stunlocked boy.
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Conner blinked a few times, trying to process what just happened. She wasn't like this before. He knew she wasn't. She used to be the type of person that gave off the older sister vibes, the one that would roll her eyes when he asked if he could buy something but would buy it for him anyways, the one that would banter with him, the one who would drive him to get some takeout at 3 in the morning.
His fists were clenched, when was the last time that actually happened? He couldn't seem to remember. He tried(keyword: tried) to shrug off her detached behaviour, perhaps he would try asking her to take him to get some food again soon, it's been too long since the last time after all.
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She continued to walk to the front door, this time she started speed walking, hoping that she wouldn't have to run into another person trying to talk to her.
She turned the key to unlock the door, 'Finally I can leave–'
Her thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing his throat. Of course she just had to jinx herself. At this point she started to regret not going out by her window, she turned around to face the man who has stopped her just as she was about to escape, not just once but twice today.
"Sweetheart." The man started, Y/n almost gagged as she heard that nickname come out from his mouth, a nickname she hasn't heard in years.
"A-Are you going to the bar? Don't you think you should be focusing on your studies?" The man felt awkward as he stood infront of her, his words stuttering as he looked at her, were her eyes always purple? He could've sworn they were the same bright blue as his or at least the same light blue eyes he had fallen in love with.
"I mean you're around the age where you should be in college. Are you in one yet? If you’re not it’s fine! I-I don't want to stress you but if you need help you could always ask me–" It seemed as though Clark didn't see how her jaw clenched as he continued to talk with a slight stutter. Like how he didn't see her for years.
The more that man said the more she felt her blood boil, is he seriously acting like he cares now? After years of neglect? Of not showing a hint of interest in what she says? Of ignoring her in favour of the son who had actually shown signs of being half Kryptonian?
Now it's not like she actually held anything against Jon, she'd grown out of that hateful stage years ago. She just didn't want anything with him, well not specifically him, she wanted to distance herself from that family in general.
Having enough of hearing the original Super's voice she found the words coming out of her mouth before she could think it through, something that hasn't happened in years, "I already graduated college. As a valedictorian."
The air around changed, it was almost as if the air was filled with more electricity than normal. Clark opened his mouth, before closing it again, the words stuck in his throat. When did she graduate? His only daughter, his first born. Then why was she never a priority, Clark?
Did she ever tell him about that? No... There's no way she did. He would've remembered if she did, right? Or was he not listening? How could he not listen to such important information?
Her graduation ceremony! Did anyone go? Did she have to walk the stage with no one watching her? He didn't go to her graduation ceremony.
He didn't go.
He didn't go.
He didn't go.
He was only pulled out of his spiral when he heard Lois calling out his name concerningly. He looked up at the door, only to find it closed and locked once more. She left. She left.
Clark slowly walked to the couch and sat down, burying his face in his hands, "Lois... I... I think we really messed up."
It seemed as though the man was far too distracted with his own thoughts to realise that her eyes had glowed slightly purple during that conversation.
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Y/n let out a sigh of relief, now that she was actually out of there she started to think about what she said, "I probably shouldn't have exposed myself."
She looked around the abandoned parking lot to make sure nobody would see her, once it was clear she put on her kitsune mask, her vigilante outfit glitching onto her, "Well what's done is done. I'm not returning to that house for a good while."
"Don't even know why they kept bothering me one after another." She muttered as she threw a small cube to the floor, her black and purple convertible glitched into existence once more. All she had to do was press a button that made it change it's form, turning into her vigilante persona's iconic black and purple motorcycle that was matching with Jason, she had specially created these motorcycles just for them. They were unique, faster, more resilient than the usual motorcycles you would see.
A smirk slowly creeped up behind her mask as she got on the motorcycle, "It's time to have some fun." She revved her engine before speeding out of the abandoned parking lot, leaving a trail of purple behind her.
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Jason sped through the roads, Bruce had called him and usually he would pick then hang up almost instantly just to annoy him but before he could even reach for the hang up button, Bruce had asked him directly, that he needed help.
As soon as the call connected Jason got a, "I need your help." Spoken in his signature deep, rough Bat tone.
So now he was speeding to the Batcave. I mean c'mon, it's not everday that you hear THE Batman asking for help. He wasn't going to miss the opportunity to rub this in the old man’s face in the future. Though he hoped that it would be quick, he had to accompany Y/n later to the information club so no creeps would dare come close.
Of course he knew that she could handle herself just fine, but he didn't want her to have to do that. He wants her to feel protected.
He drove into one of the many secret tunnels leading into the Batcave, parking his black and red motorcycle before getting off it and taking off his red helmet.
He saw Tim and Barbara huddled near the Batcomputer while Bruce standed behind them, Tim and Bruce still in their costumes, they were likely trying to make sure that all systems were back up again.
Though his loud entrance made them turn over to him, he saw Bruce looking at his motorcycle, his eyes narrowing as he saw the small mark on the side of the motorcycle; the Star of Themis. That mark could only mean one thing, it was the work of Supernova.
Jason gave a wolfy grin as he got off his vehicle, "It's pretty, isn't it?"
Bruce wasn't sure whether he was talking about the motorcycle or the mark, maybe both, but either way he knew that he wasn't just complimenting the inanimate object but also the creator of said object.
"I've literally been begging for you to let me take a look at it." Tim said as he tried getting closer to the motorcycle only for Jason to block him.
"Yeah no way am I letting you touch my motorcycle, replacement." Jason said as he flicked Tim's forehead, making the shorter boy groan and soothe his now red forehead.
"You can't just brag about having a motorcycle made by THE Supernova and not let me take a closer look!" Tim said the hacker's name with a tone of admiration and curiousity, "That's like dangling a carrot right infront of a bunny!"
Jason rose a brow at Tim's choice of words, "So you're a bunny now?"
"You know that's not what I meant–"
The two brothers continued their childish bickering with Bruce sighing at the back. But it seemed as though Bruce wasn't the only one that seemed upset by the sight of that mark.
The ginger sitting in front of the Batcomputer pushed up her glasses and spoke, breaking the two brothers’ banter, "I don't even understand why you're all so worked up over her. It's not like she's anything special."
Instantly, the temperature in the Batcave increased by a ton, sweat began to form on Barbara's forehead as she looked at the source. Jason had the look in his eyes that said he was not against launching himself at the person who tried to talk down his girl.
Despite that Barbara continued, "The only reason why she's so successful is because of her powers. She doesn't actually have any skill."
The only warning was the single twitch of his eye before he lunged himself at Barbara, holding her up by her shirt with just his right hand, lifting her from her wheelchair, his eyes glowing a dangerous green, "You want to repeat that again?"
Before he could continue a familiar husky voice sounded from his helmet that is being held by his free hand, "Anger spike detected. Step back and take a breath, my love."
It seemed like it was a pre-recorded message Y/n had programmed into his helmet that senses the change in the Lazarus levels in his body. And she had purposely used her own voice since she knew it would calm him down.
Jason scoffed as he let go of Barbara, uncaring where she lands as he placed his helmet back on and started walking back to his motorcycle.
"Wait Jason I still need to–" Bruce said as he followed his son for a few steps, trying to reason with him.
"I'm not staying another second in a place where my girl isn't respected." Jason growled, giving him the finger before he got back on his motorcycle, purposely revving his engine loudly before taking off.
Bruce sighed as his only source of information was gone now, he looked at the ginger who luckily, landed safely in her wheelchair, "Did you have to provoke him?"
Barbara looked turned away, refusing to say anything, she simply fixed her shirt before going back to looking at the screens of the Batcomputer.
Tim side eyed the ginger in question, "Why do you even dislike Supernova that much anyways?"
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As he stormed out of the Batcave he heard the familiar husky voice that instantly calms his nerves, coming through his comms, "Hey darling~ You on your way yet?"
Jason let his lips twitch up slightly underneath his helmet, "Of course I am, princess. I'll be there before you know it."
She always knew exactly how to calm him down.
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Bonus scene:
Tim crushed the can of another monster and threw it into the concerningly big pile of other finished energy drinks. He had been up for hours, scouring through security cams all over Gotham to see if he could figure out what caused the mystery flood.
It had been hours and hours of boring sped up footage until he finally came across something interesting. Now he didn't say it was useful, just very interesting.
He had an evil grin as he downloaded the footage and transferred the short clip to his tablet.
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Damian could see Tim from the corner of his eyes while he was sharpening his katana, he didn't like the smug smile that Tim had on his face.
Damian finally addressed the older boy, "What do you want, Drake."
Tim hummed out, "Hmm nothing... Just wondering how good of a look did you get of Supernova's wings."
Damian turned around, his katana now glinting in the light, his teeth gritting against each other, "What do you mean Drake?"
All Tim had to do was wave the tablet he had in his hands, showing a video of Supernova picking Damian up by his cape.
Once Tim saw Damian move even an inch he took that as his sign to book it, with Damian hot on his trail screaming out his last name with katana in hand.
Bruce sighed as he sipped his coffee, being able to hear Tim being chased all throughout the manor from the dining room, it was far too early for this.
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Did any of you catch that I already teased reader's "vigilante" alias in the prologue🤭🤭 You'll find out the backstory on how the name "Supernova" came to be in future chapters.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON TODD! yes i definitely planned to release this on his birthday... definitely... also sorry for disappearing LOL i'm not dead guys
oh nothing just thinking about mark grayson x super!reader.
MASTERLIST. invincible masterlist
super!reader, who is involved in her community. she uses her strength and flight to help build homeless shelters. she volunteers at soup kitchens. saves residents from burning buildings. helps old ladies cross the road. saves cats from trees. carries endangered animals away from hunting grounds. she turned the colours blue and red into a sign of hope, trust, and protection.
super!reader, who knows omniman before mark gets his powers.
super!reader, who enjoys omnimans company. sure, the man is a little grumpy and a bit . . . intense. but he’s the only one who she knows that understands missing their home planet. she talks to him about Krypton, and he listens. he talks to her about Viltrum, and she listens. she noticed that he seems very passionate about the planet, but doesn’t judge. she pins it as repressed homesickness.
super!reader, who points out they both have red capes with a certain excitement, like a child fitting in with the cool kids. nolan decides to keep her around. perhaps she’d swear loyalty to viltrum soon and help him with his mission.
she isn’t a member of the Teen Team, or Fight Force, and wants to keep it that way. she helps out when needed, of course. sometimes she’ll take care of matters on other planets for Cecil, but she doesn’t work for the GDA. nolan respects that.
there’s a few things they disagree about. super!reader has a strict ‘no-kill rule’. nolan doesn’t. she purses her lips as she watches nolan kill thousands of Flaxans.
“you realise they would just return to earth to kill even more humans?”
(insert big sigh) “but what if we set up a rehabilitation centre on their planet?”
“either put that laser vision to good use kid, or lift those buildings out of the way for me.”
super!reader, who is invited to the grayson house for dinner, and she accepts because she doesn’t have any family of her own (except for Krypto), and often struggles with domestic tasks.
super!reader, who loves helping debbie with dinner. she really likes the woman, and wants to be a good guest. except, she often forgets her own strength. after debbie cleaned up one too many smashed plates, she assigned super!reader to the job of setting the utensils on the table. she had to hide the forks she accidentally bent in half from debbie or else be banned from the kitchen forever.
mark grayson, who first meets super!reader at dinner. his dad came into the house, still in his suit, but this time had a girl hovering at his shoulder. literally hovering. she greets him with a kind smile and he instantly becomes awkward.
“so . . . uh, hi. I’m Mark.” He holds out his hand. Nolan blinks. Debbie smiles to herself.
“I’m (name).” She shakes his hand. Mark blushes at the skin contact.
“You can sit next to me.” He says far too quickly. He adds on: “if you want.”
mark grayson, who goes red when nolan expresses worries to super!reader about mark not developing powers, because why is his dad embarrassing him in front of the pretty girl?
he gives her a “thank you,” when she dismisses nolan’s worries with a laugh and a small hand wave. she claims there’s nothing to worry about. nolan’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t speak about it anymore. she doesn’t actually have any qualifications to say that, but for some reason, her words seem to be took as the truth.
mark grayson, who practically wills himself to get powers sooner so he can join you and his dad (and impress you).
super!reader, who is excited for mark to get his powers. she looks forward to mark joining her and nolan on missions, and their hangouts will become so much more fun!
when mark does get his powers, he, super!reader, and krypto fly around the garden, playing catch with the dog.
mark loves krypto. debbie denied every request for a dog when he was younger, claiming that the animal would end up her responsibility and just add to her plate. so, krypto comes along with you. he’s a pretty friendly dog, but obviously especially loves superheroes a little more, because he flies excited circles around mark whenever he sees him.
mark grayson, who talks to super!reader about Seance Dog, and shows her the comics. he worries about her viewing him as a complete nerd, and she does tease him, but she listens to him talk. krypto took great interest in the hero dog, and seemed to become jealous whenever mark praised the character.
one time, super!reader found krypto in marks room, with ripped pieces of the comic around him, looking quite pleased with himself (if dogs can look like that). she had to fly across five states to get that issue and replace it before mark saw.
(she has to reassure krypto that he’s the only hero dog in her heart. she asks mark to tell him the same. he does.)
super!reader, who is asked by nolan to help with marks training. she helps mark with his flying, and is much kinder than his father while guiding him through the air. she jokes that she’s ready to catch him if he falls. mark laughs, but is secretly imagining it.
and one day, on some mission, she does catch him. he’s in her arms, bridal style, and she’s smirking at him. he goes red, and mumbles something about how he was “just about to catch himself.” she laughs. he’s never noticed how . . . firm her arms were before, but now he can feel them. after that, he has to make an effort to not stare at her arms for too long.
even though she’s helping nolan train mark, viltrumites can be different to kryptonians so she’s quiet for some parts. she laughs behind her hand as nolan asks mark to hit him and mark misses. mark punches her in the shoulder, and she gasps at the power which was able to send her away a few meters. she retaliates by sending him into the atmosphere. (all in good fun of course) (nolan gave them both a lecture on “professional and mature usage of powers.”)
super!reader, who likes her newfound trio of superhero’s. she laughs about their costumes. about how hers is red and blue, nolan’s is red, and marks is blue. she likes their matching colours, even if they’re different shades. because those colours mean something to her.
mark grayson, who asks super!reader about Krypton. what it’s like, if she misses it, the people, the customs, the language. she answers all his questions with a twinge of sadness and longing.
super!reader, who mutters and mumbles under her breath in kryptonian, and then looks up at mark as if expecting him to respond or nod at what she just said. mark blinks back at her and gives her a slow thumbs-up, hoping that it’s appropriate for whatever she just said.
super!reader, who over pronounces some words and has a discreet accent in her voice. mark loves it. he notices it and can’t quite place it to any country. he imitates her one day as a tease, but instantly regrets it when he sees her shoulders fall and she becomes quiet. she’s gifted to a million apologies from him, and now he only ever encourages her to talk because he “likes hearing her voice.”
super!reader, who scribbles notes to mark and nolan. they’re mostly updates on any long term missions, or sometimes notes of gratitude to debbie. except, her handwriting is the messiest any of them has ever seen and a lot of words are just simply indistinguishable. mark sneaks them into his pockets and keeps them.
super!reader, who tunes into marks heartbeat when the night goes quiet. she doesn’t know why it brings her a sense of calm to hear the steady thumping, but it does, so she doesn’t complain.
super!reader, who instantly bonds with atom eve at first meeting. she immediately loves the girl, as she’s her first female friend. she marvels at her powers, and atom eve marvels at super!readers. sometimes atom eve will construct a heavy object (like a car) and super!reader will bench it. it gives them a both a chance to show off.
one time super!reader asked nolan for a penny. he was confused, but handed her one anyway. she thanked him before excitedly pressing it into atom eves hand. she watched in awe as atom eve changed the faces into the different people she called out.
super!reader and atom eve, who whisper and giggle to each other over nonsense while mark rolls his eyes and mutters “girls . . .” under his breath.
mark grayson, who basks in the praise that super!reader gives him when he shows her his costume for the first time. she compliments the ‘i’ on it. he thanked her, but doesn’t admit that he took inspiration from the ‘S’ on her suit.
he does tell her eventually. months later, when they’re sitting on a rooftop somewhere. she smiles and says, “that’s flattering, but I didn’t choose the ‘S’ because of my name.”
he gives her a confused look and asks what it means then. she looks at the sky for a moment and replies, “on my planet, it means ‘hope.”
and that’s what she’s provided him with. that’s what she’s provided Earth with. and he couldn’t be more grateful.
FLOWERS are only sent when dick is too nervous to talk to you.
a/n: just wanted to make something for super reader bc i haven’t in a while
Why would a simple alien from a planet that’s no longer live on earth, have a human boyfriend who’s very affectionate and is a leader to other superheroes, and suddenly get flowers at their door? Now listen. You and dick go allll the way back when you actually use to be apart of the teen titans and just young kids.
You’ve both wanted to have a separate part of the hero life from your mentors. You both couldn’t be the sidekicks that are just “too” cute to be independent.
When dick wanted you to join him on this journey, he sent you flowers with a small note. “Wanna join me?” Simple like that. Nothing too bad , nothing too flirty or desperate. It’s just him making sure for you to know your decision matters more. And it began to grow more.
Any fight? Flowers.
Any holiday he could think of to talk to you but chicken out? Flowers.
Any date. Flowers of course .
You get the image right?
He didn’t meant to feel jealous when he saw you actually getting close to starfire or anyone that had close powers to you. He wasn’t that jealous when of course Aqualad introduced himself and you were smitten by his personality.
Of course not…
He wanted to turn him into sushi.
But he doesn’t have to do that because you and him are finally together and happy! Yippe for dick! You’re both now adults and he still gets nervous around his kryptonian partner. He’ll literally put foil over the flowers so you could guess what they are. It’s adorable but … sometimes they end up dead cause you can’t see them through the walls.
You’re someone… not him. Not Superman, not a simple sidekick. Just you. so you kinda don’t like using your powers much. Like at all. You kinda retired ever since Kon El came around. You were in your apartment when suddenly the bell of your front door rang.
Walking over to the door , you opened it to see your favorite bundle of flowers. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Lifting up the bouquet, you turn a little white note seeing a simple ‘ D.G’ in the bottom of it.
‘Dear super cutie, hope you remember to come to our spot for tonight. Bring the Chinese takeout too, thanks babe!’
He could’ve texted… but guess he wants to relive moments. You opened your window and flew out of it gently.
Okay, somewhat in correlation with my newest post: Super Miraculous but like an alt universe.
Kryptonian!reader x Mark Grayson
warnings: Dead Dov: do not eat! Death, forced abortion? loss, bodily injury, PTSD, indoctrination, daddy issues, toxic love (only one side is toxic rlly (yours)), pregnancy
tags: Slow-burn (maybe, I mean it's only one chapter that's not rlly a chapter but spans years.), no use of y/n, AFAB reader, very brief smut (abysmal really)
An idea of where Krypton is still destroyed, and you're still sent to earth as a baby, still adopted by the Kents and everything else.
But Nolan knows of your existence from the very beginning, and they were responsible for the destruction of Krypton. They destroyed it bc they had technology advanced enough to kill Viltrumites, and so they destroyed the planet the same way Viltrum was destroyed later on.
So when you arrive as a baby, he's not worried. But then you get your powers, and he's been keeping an eye on you. So now he's worried that you might seek out revenge if you ever find out. So he guess it's best to cultivate a love/devotion for Viltrum so you never attack it bc you're strong.
Your powers as a Kryptonian outmatch his.
It's good that they killed them all before they found out what the yellow sun could do for your kind.
An attack 'coincidentally' happens in Smallville, and your adoptive parents are killed. Nolan takes you into his care under the guise of raising you to be a hero. Cecil accepts, and you're taken in by him but kept separate from his family. He doesn't act as a father or anything. Raises you as someone who would be raised traditionally on Viltrum. He has you exploring your powers.
You become something of a side mission that keeps him grounded to his real mission for Viltrum. Whenever he feels himself slipping too much into Debbie's love, he returns to you to train you and remind himself of his mission, chanting over and over that his duty is to Viltrum. You begin to pick up on it.
Bc Nolan is the only parental figure you have, you become desperate to impress him. You try to become Viltrumite in nature even if you can't in blood. You don't use anything Viltrumites can't. So no laser beams, no X-ray vision, no freeze breath. Nothing but strength and flight.
But as much as you try, bc you're still on Earth and Cecil still socialized you, you can't ever truly accept the Viltrum way. But the desperation to be like them is there.
Eventually, you debut as a hero. You wear Nolan's colors. An attempt to mirror him. Nolan tries to keep you away from Mark and Debbie, but it doesn't work. Once Mark gets his powers, you're always around him, never knowing his dad is Nolan/Omni-Man.
You find out when Mark shouts, "Dad!" when he goes into the Flaxan portal. You hadn't even known he had a family. You were never even permitted to call him anything of the sort.
It broke your heart, try as you might to not have one. But the more time you spend as a hero, saving people, them giving you their love. The Viltrumite way was never going to work for you, but it doesn't stop you from wanting it.
You look over to his son. Jelousy fills you. Anger fills you. He who has everything you want and more. You want to be him. Want to be him so bad and have what he has.
You knew Nolan's mission. You'd help with it. You'd give him a true Viltrumite in blood he could raise. One he didn't have to pretend with.
Your attention turns to Mark.
Nolan knows what you're up to. Your attempt to procreate with a Viltrumite. He doesn't even want to know what that would result in. He forbade it. Keeps you away from Mark. Unfortunately for him, Mark begins to develop feelings for you, and he's also a hormonal teenager, so he finds a way to get around his father.
You do all of this whilst also helping Nolan with his mission. Instead of him killing the guardians, you do it.
You take damage, but to the extent Nolan did bc in all universes, Kryptonians are always stronger than Viltrumites. So, to shift the blame off of you and Nolan, you use your Kryptonian powers. They're underdeveloped, but you take care not to use flight or super strength in an obvious way. You laser most of them, you freeze others, and hit their frozen bodies, shattering them.
Still, though, you're found out. But that doesn't happen until your little plan succeeds. You become pregnant. You're about four months along when that whole fight between Nolan and Mark breaks out.
You want to help Mark. He calls for you. But you're torn between helping him and your loyalty to Nolan and Viltrum.
In the end, you leave both unable to choose between the two. The whole time, the two of them have no idea you're pregnant.
You end up finding Viltrum. You assume the guise of being a Viltrumite. Nolan's daughter. You throw him under the bus and say that he is a traitor.
You're taken in and bc you're pregnant, you're kept under a close eye.
You're hit with just how Viltrum actually is. Yes, Nolan was rough with you, but sometimes he'd let a smile slip out or praise. Here, it's so lonely.
You find Conquest. It's both of you. You talk sometimes. It's a somewhat shared understanding.
You keep your act. But it's hard, and sometimes you slip up. Everyone around you is quick to correct you. You come to a devastating realization that this isn't what you want for your baby.
Throughout the months, you reflect on what you've done. Do you love Mark? You don't know. He is kind, funny, sweet, and the things you two have been through, do you love him?
You don't know. If you did, did you leave the man you love to be nearly killed by his father? You don't know. You don't know!
All you know is that right now, you can't think of that. You need to find a way to leave.
But since their whole mission is to repopulate, you're not going anywhere anytime soon.
They find out Nolan is a traitor, and you're put on lockdown. Whilst on lockdown, unable to leave the main building, you find some files, and lo and behold, you find out Viltrum was responsible for the destruction of your planet. You watched the video of your people screaming. You find a video of your parents guarding you. You watch your pod being sent off. Nolan shortly thereafter killed your parents. Then Nolan, Thragg, and a couple other dive into your planet and destroy it.
The shock of it, and bc you're in your ninth month, you go into labor. It was long and hard. Painful. The hardest thing you've ever had to do. But still, you labored for a night and a day until you finally gave birth.
A girl.
Your joy doesn't last long.
You're told that bc you were raised by a traitor, you weren't raised right, so they'll raise your child.
You were strapped down to the bed, and you watched in horror as Thragg plucked your newborn baby from your hands. You're too weak from the labor to stop him. All you can do is cry and yell for him to leave her alone. You were promptly hit until you fell unconscious for such displays of weakness.
All the while, Anissa leaves to try to recruit Mark. You're reprimanded for not saying you have a brother.
You need to find a way out. With your child. She'll come back, with or without Mark knowing you're not an actual Viltrumite.
While you do that, over on Earth, Mark is still dealing with the problems from his father, and you are just leaving him. He begins to wonder if you were in on it this whole time. You'd talk about how his dad used to tell you about Vilturm. Your stories would always be different. Did you always know?
He doesn't know, and he can't even ask you. It hurts because he did love you. Not only just loved you, but admired you. You debuted as a hero when you were fourteen. He really liked you as a hero, so when he became one, he was eager to meet you. You always took care to save people.
He remembers watching you battle a monster, and even when you were battered and bruised, you always made sure to save lives around you. You helped a mother and her child out of a car after you were just thrown onto a bridge. You saved them and used your own body to shield them, and the monster punched into you.
You were a hero. One of the ones from books. His father was great, but you had compassion. He admired it, so why would you ever submit to Viltrum.
He thought you were until one day, unironically, whilst having sex for the first time, as you reached your peak, your eyes glowed red.
He was so freaked out.
You told him that you weren't Viltrumite and that you were something else. That you were from Krypton, but you didn't know anything else other than that something had happened and Krypton had exploded.
He thought it was the coolest thing, you had laser eyes and X-ray vision and everything else. It was awesome to him, so imagine his surprise when you said you don't use them and never wanted to, he pushed you to. The two of you were making real progress in getting you to accept that side of you.
Then all of this stuff happened, and you just left him. He was heartbroken.
So when Anissa told him his sister had already joined the empire and was doing right by the mission, he was so confused. Then she mentioned your name and said you were pregnant. His whole world came crashing on him.
Was it his? Probably.
But why would you claim to be Viltrumite when you know their nature? What about his child?
He ended up shouted that you weren't his sister and that you weren't Viltrumite when she kept using your name.
That stopped Anissa dead in her tracts and left. Mark wanted to follow, but he was beaten too badly to move.
Fuck. What about you? What about the kid?
You, on the other hand, figured out how to steal a ship and get out of there. Your baby, only a month old, needed to breathe.
A ship was your only option.
While Anissa was away, you began to train under the guise of becoming stronger. You trained with Conquest and, in private, practiced your heat vision and freeze breath. Your X-ray vision was on most of the time so you'd know if anyone was coming.
Using your X-ray vision, you found Nolan in prison. Unfortunately, it was around the same time you found the perfect time to get away. You stood still for what felt like days. Saving the man who raised you but killed your birth parents (and adoptive, but you don't know that yet.) and give up your chance to escape with your child, or just leave now.
You were not a Viltrumite. You had compassion. A conscience. You abandoned your plan and went to confront Nolan. You meet Alan.
You're angry. So very angry at him. He killed your parents, killed your home planet, and then indoctrinated you into loving the very world that destroyed your own.
You ask him how he could do such a thing.
A Viltrum guard comes trying to apprehend you. You end up throwing him back. Prisoners are freed. Before you fly off, Nolan asks about your daughter. You only throw him back fleeing the scene and securing your little girl.
In the midst, you sneak in to rescue your child. You killed the two on duty to keep your baby away from you. You splashed them with water, froze them both, and shattered them. You sneak her onto a ship and send her off. You'd catch up eventually. Right now, the most important thing is your baby's safety.
You were intercepted by Thragg, Kregg, Thula, and Lucan. You were able to keep them at bay. Despite everything, that propaganda by Nolan still affects you. You know there are only fifty or so left. You would rather not kill them, but you know that's not their way.
You watch the pod fly away. So long as it flies away and keeps any Viltrumites away from it, you're okay.
It's a hard fight. You rely on your strength. It's instinct. You're stronger than they are. You know this. You wonder if they knew this about Kryptonians and if that's why they killed them.
Still, it takes two on each arm to restrain you. You don't even think of using other powers. Flight and strength were always a given; it's what you trained for. Your body automatically used it. But your laser beams, cold breath, x-ray vision? All it required was for you to actually think to you use.
The way if you're not trained to keep a good posture, it requires thought to keep it.
You look in horror as you see Anissa coming back. She's about to tank the pod.
You fly forward with all four pulling you back. You're screaming and shouting for them to let go, for Anissa to stay away.
From the corner of your eye, you can see Nolan flying away with Alan. You yell at them to keep her away from the pod. They do, but in doing so they send her right back to you.
They both leave with your child in tow. You're left with now five Viltrumites holding you down while two more go after them.
Your primary focus is keeping your child safe, and that means far from Viltrum.
Your eyes close as you feel that unfamiliar heat bubble. The now five holding all make faces of confusion as they see the skin around your eyes begin to glow red.
Then they all watch as you let out your heat vision straight towards the other two. One was decapitated, and the other is now missing a leg.
You look down towards where Anissa is now punching. You charge them up once more and laser straight through her head. You keep doing so while the others try to rip your limbs off. You don't stop until she's ash.
You're thrown back into the ground as more Viltrumites go after you. You crush a couple of heads, laser though a couple more, and freeze some. You're hit more times than you count. More bones broken than ever before.
After 15 or 20 deaths, they stop, and you fly back. Your eyes are hot, ready to laser anyone. You promise that if they ever come after you again that you'll repay what they did to Krypton tenfold.
They didn't take kindly to it.
You fly off through space shouting for Nolan. You don't want her with him. Not to do with her how he raised you. You shout and shout. Your bones broken, your body mangled.
You look over to the closest yellow sun. You fly that way. You'd need to heal first. The closer you got, the more your cuts turned into bruises and then into nothing. Your broken bones mending themselves. You grunted the closer you flew, unfortunately for you, you were intercepted by Thragg, who didn't take kindly to your threat.
Your body, in the midst of healing, wasn't able to react. You cried out. He flew you farther and farther from the sun.
Punch after punch into your ribs. You coughed up blood. Then you were thrown back. A strong pull behind you. You looked and it was a black hole.
You screamed in fear as you tried to fly away. It was no use. In a second Thragg was gone and you were left fighting to get away.
Time passed and you were stuck. Eventually you got out, but you had no idea how much time had passed.
There was no way to find Nolan now. God, how old was your child by now?
You closed your eyes, racking your head for where they could be.
You came up with only one true answer.
Earth.
You flew, ignoring the internal bleeding, occasionally coughing up blood.
In an hour or so, you saw Earth. You looked towards the sun. You dashed to it, letting your body properly mend itself. From there you saw smoke and explosions.
Always something. Whatever, it wasn't your concern right now. Your first concern is your daughter and where she is.
Meanwhile, on Earth, Mark's been through so much. He's not over you. God, how could he be over you? He's not over the fact that he might or might not have a child, but now there's this thing with Eve. He's struggling, and now she's in a coma while variants of him wage war.
A part of him wants to go back out there. He knows he should, but he can't. Not with Eve in this state, and if another version of him finds her. She's as good as dead.
But still, his mind thinks about the hero he looked up to. Admired, loved. You. You said your first priority is saving lives. It's the mindset he followed.
But now look at him?
Sitting next to his girlfriend, but not really girlfriend, because things are complicated, because he told her that he might or might not have a child with you, and he still loves you, but is unsure what kind of love it is. (He knows exactly what kind, but when Eve made that face to show him he screwed up, he made the excuse that his dad raised you, and that his love might be more in a brotherly way? Which definitely isn't the way he loves you. This isn't Alabama.)
He doesn't even want to turn on his phone. He doesn't want to know whats happening, he can already hear it, but he doesn't want to see it.
It's a shame. He would've seen that you're back.
You're looking for his father.
You had tried to find Nolan without seeing Mark because you really didn't have time for that right now. You saw him in Russia, so you went instead to Chicago. You'll see him there again, and two more of him. All in different costumes.
The world around you is a mess. You went to the Guardians HQ. In there, you found Mark. He looked the same. He turned to the side. No goggles.
Immortal called your name as you floated down. Goggleless Mark turned around, his face dropping. He put his hands up as he called your name and called you to be reasonable.
Immortal yelled out that he was another Mark from an alternate dimension.
Always something.
He irked you. You grabbed his throat and pressed him against the wall. "This is me being reasonable, Mark. From what your father has taken from me, I am being more than reasonable. Now, where is the Mark from this universe? Where is his father? I'll spare your life if you show me where they are."
The Mark variant nodded.
Immortal yelled out your name, asking what was wrong with you. That he killed so many. You told him that wasn't your priority right now. He called you selfish. You snapped and yelled that your daughter is missing and in the hands of Nolan, and all you want is to have her back. In snapping, you accidentally squeezed the Mark variant's head off.
Immortal stepped back. He knew you were strong. But this strong? He hadn't known. He told you that he wouldn't be fighting because Eve was hurt. He probably wouldn't come out till all of this was resolved or Eve was better.
"Unbelievable." You hissed out. You ordered him to show you where all the Mark variants were. You looked on the screen nodded and went out.
You made quick work of them. Some recognized you, others didn't. You didn't care. One after another your tore through. The only ones you stopped for just to make sure you didn't accidentally kill the father of your child were the ones in blue and yellow. A shame you didn't know he changed his uniform.
One Mark after another torn apart by your hands, or lasered, or frozen, then punched. You stopped taking a breather. How long had it been since you breathed this air? You were covered in blood.
Your ears strained. There was one more.
You flew to Kansas. Smallville. Largely untouched. You went to the Kents' home. Your home until you were eight.
You entered. There was nothing there. You exited, and outside, there was Mark. His hand touches a pod. He turned and smiled. Goggles and a blue and yellow suit. Was this your Mark? You thought he was with Eve.
He pulled off his mask as you called his name. "You're alive!"
You had no patience for it. You asked him where his father was. He said he didn't know. But he hesitated. "Then this was a waste of time."
He told you to wait. You did. Not because he told you, but because he shouldn't know of this place. Not about the pod anyway. You didn't even know about the pod.
You turned around, your eyes red and hot. He clicked something, and the pod opened. Your eyes stopped. A hologram showed. Your parents. They spoke, and you couldn't understand them.
A compartment opened. Inside, a red and blue suit with your family crest. "This is what you wore when you were alive in my world."
You took the suit and took out the hologram to keep. You thanked him and said you'd spare his life for it. With that you went inside and showered putting on the new suit.
Something yours. From your home. No cheap knock-off of Omni-Man's suit like before. Not all white suits are like the ones you wore in Viltrum.
You left. He was the last one. There was no one else. You reappeared. You saw a woman trying to escape her car. It was under the ruble. You figured the best way to contact Cecil, if he didn't already know you're here, is to do some good deed.
You saved the woman. She cried and hugged you. Said she had missed you. She had a baby in the back seat. You picked up the child. You missed your own. You handed it to the woman, giving a smile before flying off.
All the while, Mark had been battling with himself. It's a stupid question, but he still asks himself what you would do. He knows the answer. The you he fell in love with, you would go out to help. He kissed Eve's hand and stepped out, putting his mask back on. He met Cecil only to be told the war was over.
He was tossed a phone with live footage of you putting out a fire. You are in a red and blue suit with an 'S'.
He quickly left, never hearing Cecil's warning that she was attacking any Mark variant without a blue and yellow suit. He flew, calling your name. You had a car in your hands as people ran off. You turned around as he flew to you. The people screamed at the sight of him.
You threw the car at him. He dodged through it. He called out to you. Saying it was him. You didn't listen. He tried over and over again. It wasn't until he asked about you being pregnant that you stopped.
You asked him where his father was. Mark only asked if you had been or if Anissa was lying? You just asked him where his father was. He asked if it was his. You only answered by asking where his father was. Every question he asked, you only asked where his father was.
He told you he didn't know. Told you that last, he knew he was captured by Viltrumites. You left. He chased you down. High up in space, he called out your name, asking where his child was.
He grabbed you. You pushed him off, yelling you didn't know. You're trying to find her. Yelling that his father has her, that you were trapped in a black hole by Thragg, and his father left you to deal with Viltrumites as he fled with that one-eyed alien and now you're stuck roaming the galaxy looking for them.
He asks if he has a daughter. You give a nod. Mark is angry. So angry with you. How could you leave him? How could you hide something like that!? Why didn't you help him? You answered that you were scared. If you got involved and were dealt a blow hard enough, you'd miscarry. That being raised by Nolan in the way you were confused you. You were loyal to Viltrum. What Mark said that day went against your end goal for which his father prepared you.
You told him everything. Told him the only real reason you went after him was not that you were in love with him, but because you had a desperation to prove yourself to his father. That you could help with his mission in more ways than one. Your plan from the beginning was to get pregnant.
With each word, he felt his heart, which he had only just put back together, crack all over again. Everything you both shared was just to try and prove yourself.
He asked if any of it was ever real. If you ever loved him. If everything you both went through, if it meant nothing.
You said you thought about it while on Viltrum. He asked what you thought. You said you didn't get to finish thinking because you needed to escape. In the end, he agrees to help you find his daughter, but says he wants an answer by the end of it.
You ask if he's with Eve. He only says it's not serious. He asked about your time on Viltrum as you flew back down to Earth. You told him there aren't many of them left. You killed a good fifteen. He asks why you wanted to leave. You tell him what you found on Viltrum. Cruel and mean people who have no concept of love. That you saw what they did to your planet. You saw the murder of your biological parents at the hands of his father, and the destruction of your planet by a handful of Viltrumites.
Told him that you wonder if they knew what would happen if just one of them had discovered the yellow sun. You're stronger than the average Viltrumite on Viltrum. You say that if it wasn't for the red sun your planet had, Krypton would've never been destroyed. Your people were the superior ones.
Time passes on Earth as you agree to become the new head for the Guardians due to your good PR and because he can pull a few strings to spend some money looking for Nolan.
Mark, on the other hand, refuses.
Mark doesn't ask about his daughter yet. You're still touchy about it. You both haven't told anyone. Eve is weird around you both. For good reason, but all you want is your daughter.
Eventually, Mark gathers the courage to ask for her name. You tell him her name. You say she has your last name. El. Of the stars. That's what it means. He says it's a pretty name. Says he wishes he'd have been there. You agree.
You tell him more about that day. How you took the identity of being Nolan's daughter, how you only ever wanted to be Vilturmite because it's what was hammered into you, how you thought getting rid of the laser vision, the x-ray vision, the freeze breath, and everything else would make you feel like you had a home.
But your daughter was taken from you. Because you were raised by a traitor and not raised in a true Viltrum way, your child should be. You didn't want that.
You told him you have nightmares of being sucked into the black hole and never seeing your daughter again. All you want is to hold her. The longest you've ever held her was to put her onto a ship and send her off. After that, you haven't seen her. You don't know how long you've been gone from her life. She must be a year old by now.
Mark is so conflicted. Yes, Eve is there, but you're also here. The mother of his first child. But you said you don't know if you love him, hell, if you even really like him. Only need his body. He feels gross and used. He feels stupid. So for now, he stays with Eve. It's an asshole move, he knows.
You're head of the Guardians, but you're rarely on Earth. You spend weeks at a time traveling the galaxy, calling for anyone.
You miss Conquest's arrival. You're out searching for anything. By the time you come back, Mark has completely changed. You apologize for not being there. He tells you your help would've been nice. You admit you've trained with Conquest. Only three times. You won once out of the three times. You say he wasn't one of the Vilturmites who held you back, so you have no ill will towards him.
Cecil is angry with you. Very. You could've helped, but you're out playing Marco Polo. He doesn't know you're looking for your daughter. You don't intend to tell him. You tell him you'll be there next time.
He tells you to loosen up on going to space.
You'd rather not. Being in space means you don't feel useless and hopeless without your daughter. Being in space is being away from Mark, far away from trying to understand those feelings. You don't know how you feel.
Mark is also dealing with those feelings. The fear he felt at the thought of losing Eve. The anger he felt towards you because you weren't there.
He doesn't know.
Your dilemma would be answered soon enough.
It'd be answered when you pick up a small heartbeat a couple of weeks later, whilst facing some lady who needs electricity or whatever. You really couldn't care less right now. Your eyes looked around. Why the fuck would a baby be in a power plant? Your X-ray vision is activated. You scanned the room whilst Eve and Mark handled the lady.
Mark shouted your name, asking why you weren't doing anything. If you're being honest, you could've just killed her right then and there, but you don't feel like it. You turned just as Mark was shot down. You watched Eve jump up.
Your world stopped. You saw a fetus. Your eyes darted to Mark. He was twitching on the ground.
Your heart pounded. That small heartbeat pounded.
A sudden and ugly feeling of possession and jealousy hit you. No, he was yours. You bore his child. You did not love Mark, but you two shared something. Something uniquely you and him.
You watched as Eve flew back. She hit herself on you. You only grabbed her, setting her down. Her swords melted. Anger bubbled within you.
It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. Mark had been a means to an end. Something to try and emulate. Something to give you what you so desired from Nolan. Acceptance. Love. Family. He was only supposed to be someone to match and surpass. Mark was a standard you measured yourself against and surpassed each and every time with flying colors, according to your own test.
But somewhere along the lines, it blurred, and I couldn’t tell where imitation ended and admiration began. Where wanting to be him became longing for him.
You starved off the thoughts of him on Viltrum, in space, on Earth, and now, in the middle of a fight, they come crashing down on you. The curiosity of being a real family, the need to stay close just a little longer.
You're standing and the world continues, but ever so slowly. Your eyes are on Mark. You remember the feel of him. You remember his laugh. You remember his lips. You remember his eyes. You remember everything that feels like a lifetime ago. Your eyes remembering things you used to pretend don’t matter.
Just the thought of him turning toward someone else feels wrong in a way you can’t justify, sharp and immediate, like something being taken that was never yours to claim.
That's always been there. Since you've returned. Since you've learned of Eve and him. And now seeing something that was his and yours now being shared between him and Eve.
Hatred bubbles within. Anger bubbles within you. Jeously bubbles within you. Heat bubbles beneath your eyes.
You tell yourself it isn’t love, because love would mean yielding, softening, letting him choose. (And that isn't the Viltrum way. 9 years of indoctrination never truly goes away.) But what coils inside you doesn’t want to let go.
It wants to keep, to hold, to be the only reason he keeps going. You want to be the only one.
And that’s the part you won’t name. Because once you do, you’ll have to admit that you never just want to be him—you want him.
Your body still acts with want and malice. You can see everything in slow motion.
You hide Eve behind you. A false pretense of safety. You watch as a beam of energy begins to shoot out. It's slow. Painfully slow. You have all the time in the world to turn. You still turn early. A selfless act to protect her to anyone watching, but only one pair of eyes matter to you right now.
You're looking at her. Your eyes still bright red and glowing with anger, possession, jealousy, desire, and all the nasty things love means. Her green eyes wide with fear. Not for herself, for you. You almost feel bad.
Almost.
You're looking at her. You know what you're about to do. Your blazing eyes trail down directly where something that could take away your future, curls. Safe in the womb. Unaware of what will happen.
You let the electricity hit your back. It doesn't really hurt. More like a small shock. But you act anyways. You yell, feigning pain. You shoot lasers.
You can see it happening. You see red heat from your vision aim direct at her womb, directly at the small heartbeat. You continue to yell in pain, her screams join yours. You keep at it until you hear no heartbeat. Until you don't see anything. Until her womb is all gone.
Only then do you fall and let the beam of energy hit her. An extra measure. You let it for a good three seconds before you dive over her. It hits you for another two seconds before Mark takes the hit of it.
"Eve!" He shouts. Secondly he shouts your name. Second. You came second.
You look down. Blood everywhere. You stood up. You're covered in her blood. You stand up looking at your blood stained hand. Your brows furrow as you look down to the crest of your home, stained in blood.
You feel bad that you don't feel bad. You want to, but honestly? You can't bring yourself to care about that. Just, your crest really doesn't look good covered in blood. You probably don't look the best in this light. That's your first thought.
You look up to Mark who's holding up Eve.
Your eyes begin to grow hot again. Another beam hits you. You let it hit you before you turn around blocking it. You shoot your heat vision. It fights back against the beam.
"Eve are you alright!?"
That only fuels your heat. You laser off the lady's head.
Theres a disgust within you. You looked over your shoulder. Your cape with your crest doesn't have blood. It looks better. You don't say anything. Mark looks up at you. You leave burning the blood off of you. In front of the yellow sun, you soak in the rays trying to burn this disgust.
You're not in love. (Oh but you are. Desperately. You want to cling to something. Cling to the closest thing of your daughter whom you miss. Cling to an old ideal. Is it truly love then?)
You scream into the yellow sun. Scream into space. Perhaps it will reach your daughter whom is lost to you.
You fall back. Fall back into Earth's warm embrace. It pulls you back like a mother who yearns for you.
You pick up Eve. Take her to the GDA's hospital. You're sent out to deal with some aliens.
It doesn't take long. Everyone is safe. Everyone is always bound to be safe with you. Things are always easier with you. Missions anyways.
It's proven a couple of days later. Flaxens. Again. You have half a mind to not just destroy their entire planet. You wonder if you, by yourself, could recreate what took six Viltrumites to do to Krypton.
You fly over everything, freezing the majority of them. They're tougher this time. Nothing too serious, though. You fly through the portal and destroy whatever was in front of you. The portal behind you closes. You look over the planet.
Mark is left behind. He stood still, watching where you disappeared to. You're strong. Really strong. He knows. You're stronger than him. Stronger than his dad. Stronger than fifteen Viltrumites. Stronger than the pull of a black hole.
So why did you struggle, if only a little, against that energy beam? He thought it was an accident at first. You had been ready to laser back at the electricity woman. Instead, you turned around to protect Eve and yourself. Did you lose control and accidentally laser Eve? It's what he thought. But time and time again, shows of strength. You're beyond anything.
So why did it happen? He remembers you said you still hadn't had much practice with your heat vision, but still. Something felt off.
That night you come back. He asks you about that day. He had been sitting on it for a couple of days. He asks why you did it. Asks if it was on purpose. You don't say anything. Instead, you leave. He doesn't let you. He grabs your leg. You fly up anyway. The weak rays of the sun reflected from the moon.
"I know your mind isn't right. I know you're not yourself. I know you miss her. But tell me you didn't do it on purpose. Please!" He shouts at you, and you stop. He flies to your level. Your eyes are different now, or maybe they've always been like that. He can't recall his life three years ago.
You did do it on purpose, but you don't want to face rejection of your ugly side. The fact that earlier today you bathed in blood, and before that bathed in the blood of Eve and his unborn child. Instead, you simply smiled.
"Did you know it was her birthday today?"
Mark paused.
"She turned three, Mark. Two years and eleven months I've been without my daughter." Your lips downturned, and you looked towards the stars. He pulled you in, hugging you. You hugged him back. A familiar warmth you had missed so dearly. You pulled back and looked at him. Soft brown eyes. Soft skin, somehow without scars. Black hair that took in the moon's rays. How you missed the sight. Your daughter looks exactly like you. You did not find comfort in her features. His eyes looked at your lips.
He leaned in first. You leaned in, letting yourself go in his embrace. You kissed him. He warm and you felt love. Love you had been chasing. It was freely given by him.
How could you have ever left him to fend for himself? Never again. You pulled him against you harder. You desperately tried to tell him. You wouldn't leave him anymore. You don't know if he understood.
Maybe he did. Probably. He broke up with Eve the next morning.
He also went to hell. Or so he said. You flew around the solar system. Just a habit at this point. You landed on Venus.
Venus favors the bold.
Or so they say. You whisper the name of your daughter into the hot stones. You murmur a plea of hope.
With that, you leave Venus. She favors the bold. You have always been bold.
You fly to Mark's home, but you spot something in the distance. You know that shape. Those two shapes. The two that left you behind to rot on Viltrum as they took your daughter. You charged, grabbing Nolan by his throat. Mark came in after shouting your name.
"You traitorous dog!? You left me to fend for myself, and you took my daughter! Where is she!?"
You were pulled off. Nolan told you that for the past three years, he's raised your daughter. She is safe and healthy. You asked him if he's ever hit her like he did you? He told you he's never lifted a hand to her. That what he did to you was wrong. It wasn't something he should've pushed onto you. He was struggling. He used you to keep himself tied to an idea.
He tells you that he's kept her safe, raised her as he should've raised you. As Debbie raised Mark. As Debbie helped him understand love.
You told him even if it was true, they still left you on Viltrum. He said that a part of him always knew you'd get out alive. You're strong. It's also why he'd like to join the war. To end Viltrumite's rule once and for all. A world without them.
You thought of your daughter. It seemed like an easy enough choice.
Mark, on the other hand, hadn't said anything. He'd be meeting his daughter for the first time. He felt nervous. Full of longing for someone he had never even met.
Time felt slowed as they boarded the ship. As they walked down the hallway. He heard your heart pounding, or maybe it's his own. His father walked into the room first calling her name.
He heard her giggle. Heard her run over to him. Heard his father lift her up. Heard his father ask if she wanted to meet him. She had said no. A little more convincing, and finally, she murmured an Okay.
Mark stood still. He didn't know what to expect. Would she look like him? Viltrumite DNA overpowered almost anything else. But you're Kryptonian, would it be different?
He watched as his father stepped out. His hand searched for something to hold. Your hand found his. You both gripped one another. He saw the little girl in his father's arms. She leaned against his chest, hiding away. She was so small. Finally, she turned towards them, her hand near her mouth.
Her eyes were big and round. Her lips were pursed in the way yours do, but her brows furrowed in the way he knows his does. Other than that. She looked exactly like you.
He gave a sigh, smiling.
He walked forward, and you stayed still. He turned around. Your hand is still gripping his. From the moment you came back, this has been everything you've wanted. Weeks spent in space. Nights looking towards the moon. And now you're frozen. He turns to you, rubbing your arm as he pulls you closer.
His father sets down his daughter. She stands there. The four of you simply stand. She looks over to you. "Grandpa says you're strong."
"Very strong." You mutter out smiling.
"How strong?" She takes a step closer.
You look over to Mark, who seems entranced by his daughter. "I can carry your grandpa."
"Me too." You look up towards Nolan, who nods.
"Do you want to show your father your guns?" She nodded, running to him. Nolan picked her up and told Mark to put his hands up. You watched with a smile as she shot out blue lasers. You laughed.
Such a joy filled you, a joy you've never felt before. You never had anyone else to share it with. But now you did. You laughed eagerly, telling her you could do it too. You darted to her side, letting out small, short, and weak lasers at Mark, who only let out yelps as he shielded his face.
The three of you were left alone as you both showed her you could fly. She said she can't fly yet.
As you show her your glowing red eyes, Mark sits back admiring. Since he found out, three year ago, now almost four, that you were pregnant the world moved around him. Three years ago when you came back and said his father had taken his daughter from you, the world continued to move. But nothing ever felt right. Time had seemed to pass in dull, uneven stretches, days endured, not lived, each one marked by the quiet, relentless absence of a cry or small laugh he imagines come from children.
Taking Oliver's cries and laughters when he was younger and he would imagine them it would be his daughter.
Hearing her now, he wonders how he ever bared being without her laughter. How he kept going without having you and her beside him. He began to long for her long before he had ever known she existed. How? He isn't sure, but he knows his longing for what is now in front of him never stopped.
Still hasn't stopped. His longing has become more now. He longs for for the first steps she took he didn't get to experience, longs for the first day they discovered she has heat vision just like you did, longs for those days you spent pregnant and tired so that he might have been able to ease you. Mark longs for everything that was taken from him, for everything that he can never get back, even if it stands right in front of him.
That night, his longing still aches within him. He walks to your room. He doesn't knock or ask if you're awake. All he does is take his rightful place beside you in your bed. A place that was always meant to be filled by him. You don't object. He reaches over to pull you close to him. He holds you tight against him.
Yes, he longs for it. Longs for you. Longs to see you pregnant. Longs to comfort you. Longs for his children, whom he has yet to have with you.
His body makes it clear. His hand slides lower, pushing himself against you, and as if no time has passed at all, just like when you were both seventeen again, your legs part for him.
He turns you around, kissing you as he eases himself inside of you. Normally, he'd take care to prep you, but his longing for you doesn't allow him to do it. You take him fine enough. Slow and comforting, he continues to thrust into you. He relishes in your sweet small sounds, your expressions, and his favorite thing, your eyes glowing red as you reach your peak with him.
He cums inside. Naturally. As he's meant to. As he's longed to for the past three years.
You both stay entangled in your embrace. He makes a joke of how he doesn't mind being used by you anymore. He had forgotten how good it felt with you. You only give a smile that he hasn't seen in three years. It warms him. You warm him. This is the way he longs to spend his life. Every day for the rest of eternity, or however long time will grant him. So as the two of you stay together as one, he cups your face, kissing your forehead, and asks for your hand in marriage.
You ask him if it's because you both are heading to war. He says war is the last thing on his mind; just being with you is all he wants. Being with you and his daughter, and if you want, the future children you two would have.
You accept, and if only for a night. Mark knows true happiness. You and he together, bound forever, and a creation between you and him in the next room is sleeping. He'd remember this night for the rest of his life.
But all good things come to an end. The next day, the ship is ambushed and destroyed. His first concern is his daughter. He knows you're fine, but what about his little girl? He yells for you, you appear holding your daughter close.
Thragg and what's left of the empire are here. Behind him the man who filled his thoughts with horror.
Conquest.
He locked eyes with Mark. Mark's eyes instinctively looked to you. You held your daughter close to you. It's the safest place she could be. Conquest only gave a knowing look. He yelled for him to leave you out of this. To leave his child alone. Thragg only said the child belonged to Viltrum, just as Mark does. You flew away towards a nearby planet to allow your daughter to breathe. She doesn't need to, but she's not used to it, and you'd rather her not see the horrors of war at three.
You leave Mark. A choice you'd come to regret, for the next time you'd find him, it'd be in a coma with his organs pulled out. You stayed out of the war instead, staying with Oliver and Nolan. You'd go out to help, but you don't want to leave your daughter alone.
Eventually, Mark wakes up. You're right there. All three leave. You wonder if it should've been you to go instead. A day later, you agree it should've been you. You would've purged every last one of them. Luckily, you're given another chance.
All the Viltrumites are present. You tell your daughter she doesn't need to breathe in space. She doesn't believe you. It's fine. You tell Oliver to stay behind. He objects; you give him a look. He stays behind with your daughter. You finally enter the fight.
You remind Thragg that his attempt at killing you failed, and you warned him what would happen the next time he came after you. He said it was you guys that came after him. You simply responded that they should've run then. Shortly after, you killed three Viltrumites. Thragg went after you. The battle between everyone else continued, whilst you fought against him.
It hurt. He punched and punched.
Mark threw some Viltrumite off of him, and he turned to watch your battle against Thragg. You were stronger physically, but Thragg has the better fighting technique. Mark dashed over to help, but he was backhanded away.
You were thrown against another Viltrum before being sent crashing down onto Viltrum. He held you down, choking you. Your eyes glowed, ready to shoot, but he met it with a hard punch straight to the center of your face. Over and over again. Your nose broken, your jaw cracked, your cheekbones surely misaligned.
Nolan came in, pushing him off of you. You lie down trying to subside the pain. You're sure he crushed your windpipe. It's cloudy. You need the sun.
You time of rest didn't last long. Nolan was sent straight up. However, Mark was quick to come down along with Alan.
"Stop messin around and get up!" He yelled. You lifted yourself up to look at the two as they tried to keep Thragg at bay.
"I'm not messin around, I'm doing important stuff." You muttered, falling back down. You popped your shoulder back into place before standing up. You left, taking in the sun's solar rays. As you healed, you killed a couple more Viltrumites.
Thula came, and you grabbed her braid. She tried to pull back, but you only pulled her to you before swinging her around so violently that it broke her neck.
Kregg followed. You stopped him from delivering a punch towards Thaedus. You gave him a headbutt. He gave one back. You gained the upper hand and hit him again. It shattered his head.
Off you went. You tore out the heart of one Viltrumite who was attacking Nolan. You, him and Thaedus made quick work of the rest of the Viltrumites. Mostly you, but hey, who's counting?
Once you're sure they were dead, you flew towards Nolam. You told him to destroy the planet, just like what they did to Krypton. He said Thragg would never allow it, and you said you'd hold him back.
By this time, your jaw and cheekbones had put themselves back together. You dove back onto Viltrum. Mark was about to be hit. You shot your heat vision at him. It took his hand off. You had Mark go back with his father as you threw Thragg up and out of Viltrum's atmosphere. You rushed from behind him and held him as you forced him to the destruction of his home, all the while you whispered in his ear that you'd repay what he did to your home tenfold. At the very least, your home was destroyed by invaders; his home was destroyed by his own kind.
He went still in your arms. "What you feel now, imagine what my people felt, what the people felt of the thousands of worlds you conquered. It felt just like that." Your eyes glowed, and you cut off his arms. He yelled in agony. You froze his legs and kicked them off. Now he was just a stub looking at you with pure and undiluted hatred. You reflected the look. This man took away your daughter. Now you would show him what you felt that day. Your hand slowly pushed into his chest, worming its way to his heart. You grabbed it. You felt it pumping in your hand. "You crushed my heart that day; now I repay it, with interest." You crushed it within him before ripping it out.
You let the crumpled heart go before freezing him with your cold breath. A singular flick of your finger to his head, Thragg's body shattered into a thousand microscopic pieces.
You turned around, the sun hugging you. The rest of your allies watched as small bruises on you faded into nothing, and bones just underneath your skin moved themselves into their proper places. Soon enough, you looked as if nothing had ever touched you. Not a scratch left on you.
And that was the end of that. Sure, Mark was just a little off put, but he understood it was what needed to be done. He had come to the same ideals as you after all.
You both were married within the same year. Didn't have your next child till a good five years later.
Mark got to experience all the firsts he didn't with his daughter. A total of four more times. Once with a girl, and three more times with boys.
Life continued on. Peaceful. You had created what you had so longed for.
You didn't know who'd live longer between the two of you, but you wouldn't have to think about that, not for a long time anyway.
ts took all day oml. This is terribly simplified. The angst I could've written within chapters, delicious, but I'm not doin allat. So this will have to do fr fr
'because my head is full of poison and my heart is full of doubt'
Wally West x supes!reader
synopsis: Training in the Watchtower was going fine until your powers got out of control... good thing Wally is around.
-> hurt/comfort, brief panic attack, supes!reader lore mentioned (lab rat) (yes ik that trope is overused but it fits) short drabble
a/n: the title was inspired by the song 'the cure' by olivia rodrigo. sadly the fic doesn't have a lot to do with the actual song, it's just my interpretation of the song mixed with the situation the reader is in. i think it fits
Your chest heaved with every step you took, and you felt your throat closing as if something was clawing at it.
You ran through the halls, tears slipping.
After tripping and falling, you sat down against a wall.
You looked angrily at the concrete, until a hole burned through it. You only managed to scare yourself more.
The people in the white robes had taken everything from you before Clark had found you. They took your family, your future, your normalcy, and the most important thing; your humanity.
At least that's what you thought. Seeing what you could do with your... new abilities scared you. You were no longer a normal human. And those scientifics had made sure to remind you. Every. Single. Day.
One of the only things that kept you anchored, (apart from your new family) was Wally. Hapiness and sarcasm rolled up and stuffed inside a person. He was always there for you. Didn't matter the time or day.
When you were with him, you could't help but wonder if he could be capable of leaving you too.
Today had been a rough training day. Clark took you to the Watchtower, to make sure you could train properly. Some other JL members were also there, some had brought their sidekicks with them.
At a point in trying to test your reflexes, you ended up hurting yourself. When you lost control after that, you ran.
The unfamiliar halls of the Watchtower reminded you vaguely of the sterile lab walls. And now, sat and trying to breathe, you think about the people that were in the training room with you.
What if you had hurt any of them?— but the thing that really took up the worry in your mind— What if you had hurt Wally? What if he was scared of you now?
Without realizing, you were hyperventilating. Back in the day, emotions like anxiety were a weakness you got punished for. Uncounciously, you fear for the worst. For your punishment.
Suddenly, you see a blur, and a pair of strong arms are wrapped around you. A messy, red hair is close to your face as you try to breathe.
You wrap your arms around him too, and slowly— but surely— You get your breath back.
After a while, he sits down next to you on the floor, shoulder to shoulder.
“You okay?” he asks, you only shake your head. “M'sorry” is all you manage to mumble and get out of your chest. You want to tell him. Everything. The way you feel and why, but you can't bring yourself to do it.
“Don't be sorry for nothin'” he scoffs “You did nothing wrong”
He tugs you closer to him, sliding one arm over your shoulders. “You don't have to talk if you don't want to” he whispers “We can just sit in silence. No explanations needed” You almost wanted to cry again just from the gentleness in his voice. You aren't used to it.
Part 1
Super!reader x Damian Wayne
oblivious!reader
„C’mon Robin” you shouted to the boy behind you. You guys were racing to the Diamond District in Gotham, where a robbery was taking place. You were flying while he was using his grappling hook to swing between buildings.
Suddenly you stopped mid-air, spotting the bank. It was surrounded by 3 masked men. Seemed like an easy job. You waited for Damian and flashed him a dazzling smile „What took you so long?”
He didn’t pay attention to you and just analyzed the crime scene from the rooftop he stood on.
„I can drop you onto one of the guys” you said jokingly. He still continued to ignore you. You floated down next to him and you sat on the ledge. This was a little awkward. This whole patrol was awkward. Usually you had Jon as a mediator, but he was grounded because he tried to make some grilled cheese with his eyes, so it was just you and Damian.
You two knew eachother since you were 11 and you guys saw eachother and worked alongside eachother frequently. But Jon was always there. Somehow, Damian had a way of making you feel embarassed even though he didn’t do anything. Or maybe this embarassement is caused by your stupid feelings.
You tried to ignore them, and normally you would succed, but now when it’s just the two of you, your minds tends to wonder and you end up just wanting to talk his ears off. And kissing his stupidly beautiful face.
You stared at Damian „so what’s the plan?”
„You draw them together and I take their guns why you tie them up. Be fast Supergirl” He jumped off the roof and you followed the plan.
You never knew why you always wanted Damian’s approval. It’s probably the fact that you have a teeny-tiny crush on him. But you’ve liked other people before, and you never wanted to make them satisfied. All these feelings were so confusing and you hated them. Maybe you would even make a move if it wasn’t Damian. Your twin brother’s best friend. Damian who never shows his emotions, who is always so focused on his goals. Damian, who is the kindest person you’ve ever met. You see it in the way he talks with victims as Robin, you see it in the way he cares about animals and art, you see it in the way he always looks out for you and Jon.
„Ugh” You grown. Damian raises an eyebrow at you. You guys were in the batcave, you laying on the couch with a laptop in your lap and him sitting at the Batcomputer. „Why do we have to write this report? Bruce isn’t even here. He’s off-world with my dad. And you know he won’t care about this. We barely fought criminals.”
Damian forced you to come to the Batcave with him after your patrol. He insisted on writing up reports for some reason. This is weird because you guys never write reports. Atleast you’ve never written one. Usually after patrol, you and Jon just fly home after seeing Damian home and tell your dad the coolest thing you guys did that night.
So here you were, sitting in the Batcave in borrowed clothes (one of your excuses on why you should just go home after patrol was that you were still in your Supergirl outfit and dirty hero clothes don’t belong in clean places. He just gave you one of Steph’s old shorts and a sweatshirt that was his. It smelled like him anyways and it was dark green and that was a very Damian color). Truly, you felt weird. He ignored you during patrol and now he insisted on you staying at his house for an hour, he gave you his sweatshirt and he even got you some granola bars.
„Are you in a hurry y/n?”
„No” you huffed „I don’t even know what to write. Does – I swooped down and after delivering a swift but strong kick to his private area, he finally dropped the purse- sound good?”
He tried to hide a smile.
„Don’t laugh at me it’s not funny”
„It is a little funny”
„Help me then. I don’t want to embarass myself infront of Batman” He got up and sat next to you. He grabbed the laptop out of your arms and started reading what you wrote so far.
„You will not embarass yourself infront of my father, He likes you”
„Batman doesn’t like anyone. Except probably you guys. Plus I don’t think I ever propely spoke to him. And he’s like best friends with my dad!” He finished reading and looked up at your rambling. „How is it? Will you fix it or do I have to stay up all night to rewrite it? I can’t even write a stupid report. My parents are journalists Damian. Did you know that? And I can’t even write a stupid report. I can see that you hate it. It’s written all over your face” yeah maybe you were spiraling a bit but Damian was sitting very close to you and you are trying very hard not to look into his gorgeous eyes and grab his face and kiss him.
„Calm down” he whsipers and pushes the laptop to the side. „It’s perfect”
Your breath catches in your throath. You can feel his eyes on you and for once you tried to look anywhere but at him. His hand moves to intertwine with yours.
„What are you doing Damian?” you ask and you hate how your voice waivers as you look up at him. His cheeks have a slight pinkish tint and you know that yours are mirroring his. Damian never acted like this before. He’s not touchy or reassuring with you like he is with Jon. He prefers ignoring you and your flirty jabs. Why is he looking at you like you look at him?
„My father does not require reports from you y/n.”
„Then what am I doing here?” both of your voices dropped low. The moment seems very intimate and you are panicking. Nothing like this ever happened to you. He’s still looking into your eyes and he’s still holding one of your hands. Your are in his sweatshirt and your heart is beating very loudly.
„I wanted, needed to talk to you.” he took a deep breath. „I’m sorry for ignoring you on patrol”
„oh, don’t worry about it, I know I talk a lot”
„No, no” he cleared his throat „All night I have been thinking about how to tell you this. But I couldn’t find the right words. Last week Grayson got injured on patrol, and even before we arrived at home Starfire was there, with him. And it got me thinking about that time when we were fighting Black Mask’s men and you got stabbed’
’Well that doesn’t happen that much Damian, he just got lucky cause he bought Kryptonite from somewhere”
„I know, but I was still worried” your cheeks heated up even more. „And after some reflection I realised that I constantly worry about you. When we are patrolling, even when I know that you are safe, I worry. And I know that you can protect yourself because you are skilled and one of the smartest, most creative people I know, but I wish that I was by your side all the time.”
„What are you trying to say?” You had an idea abou what he was trying to say. And you really hoped it wasn’t a prank.
„I find myself thinking about you day and night, I feel like” you didn’t care what he felt like. You inched closer and kissed him. You felt his grip on your hands move away and he held your hips as your lips moved in synch. You smiled into it. Your hands found their way onto the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss.
Eventually you pulled away, a little dizzy, a little out of breath. You smiled up at him. „I hope this wasn’t a prank”.
His eyes darkened a bit „It was not. I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel for a while now but your brother interrupted me multiple times.”
„What?”
„The fair, that one time we went to the aquarium, when I visited your grandparent’s farm and we were tasked to clean out the stables”
„That was a year ago!” he shrugged and you giggled „Well that kiss was really good and since your family is all upstairs..” And his mouth was on yours again and you could barely contain your smile.
