The most ordinary human, the one who seems weak, mediocre, with nothing remarkable about him, is the one Starlight refused to build a fake romantic narrative around, the one Butcher is capable of setting aside his obsession for, the one Victoria Neuman believed in and the one A-Train ultimately gave his life for. Hughie Campbell has everything Homelander has always wanted: the respect and genuine affection of others. Without being a supe, a god, or anything extraordinary. And he can’t stand it, because everything he’s tried to gain through force and fear, Hughie simply has through his humanity. Everything Homelander despises is precisely what allows Hughie to have what he most wants. And he cannot understand how all those people he believes should worship a god would instead choose a simple mortal.
“The scale of justice lies in her eyes” - Batfam x neglected Victoria nueman reader x the boys
Summary :: your family didn’t not care about you, but they never really showed any form of care. That neglect led you to keep your secret of being a meta and also down a path that will either willing make or break your entire being…
Things ;: might be ooc batfam and characters in the boys, in honor of my favorite character who was taken away way too early, reader is fem coded but will be gender neutral pronouns, idk what else
When you had first arrived to the wayne house, you were still a bright-eyed child, freshly 10 and adopted by bruce from a foster home. your bio father unknown, and your bio mother had overdosed on fenty when you were 5.
Being in a foster home wasn't really any better with 10 other kids being under the same roof, your loss of parents match well, but they had literal babies to take care of. So coming to the wayne house, you weren't disappointed by bruces bruces lack of attention, it was just fine for you means you didn't have to struggle to communicate in sign language with him.
The time you had come to the wayne manor was exactly a year before jason's death and you hide in the background and the shadows of your otherwise daring family members. Quiet, calculative, judging from afar as gotham's. Even if you were what the gotham elite considered the "slums", you were quite "well spoken" for them, they would point that out almost every time one of them would unpromptedly speak to you.
During these conversations they would also ask you "what do you wanna be when you grow up" and as a simple response you would say "A political figure." That would get some "oo's" and "ah's" before they finally grew bored and walked away.
Out of the two other wayne children (or teens) you spoke to jason the most, when he was still a bit light-hearted and not filled with burning anger. However the news of jason's untimely death didn't affect you as one might have thought it would have, it was more of "damn that's a shame" and move on, not that you harbored any dislike for jason.
but you had so many of your foster siblings lost to the streets of gotham that it merely affected you as it did when you were younger. Attending jason's funeral seemed more for the articles than it was to mourn because there were a whale lot of people there that you knew didn't even know jason at all.
The only time you even bothered emotional with the wayne's was when bruce had brought tim drake into your lives, you were slightly disappointed in bruce, but it that's his way of grieving than so be it. Tim did try and get to knew you but sensing no effort back, he thought to try again later (later never came)
You had met victor niemen when you were 13 as a charity gala held by wayne corp. That was also the first night you had first discovered you were a meta, almost scared half to death and your pretty outfit covered in blood from your head to your toes, you contemplated running, didn't know where, but running until you got somewhere. victor had come out of no where, calm and collected, not freaking out with you but rather, just analyzing you. Soon after he took you under his wing as well with him as your new mentor.
As the years passed by, bruce added more people to the family tree and you honed not only your meta powers but also your debate skills with being a seasoned national finalist for your schools debate team and also your political skills with training from victor, you had come to treat and think of him as more of a father to you than your legal guardian. And that's when
When you turned 17 that's when jason was revived, and you didn't blame him for being angry angry but it got to the point of angry anger and pure spite and being reckless, jason was all three at once almost all the time. At the time you were the only member of the bat family that wasn't tiptoeing around him like he was alive bomb that had a dead switch on it.
— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ summary : this is how the golden years of your marriage with victoria begin.
— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ tw : established relationship, alcohol, nsfw, fem!reader, happy marriage, victoria calls reader 'my wife' (a lot), fluff, they're two foolishly infatuated people, +18.
— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ masterlist
victoria’s smile could have lit up all of times square without any effort. there was something almost youthful in the way she carried herself — light, unguarded, completely surrendered to happiness.
“my wife.”
she kept repeating it like it was a recent discovery, like the words were still too new in her mouth.
“my wife,” she murmured again, just passing by you.
“my wife,” she told anyone who came close — friends, colleagues, even strangers who had no idea who you were.
you had already lost count of how many times you’d heard it since the ceremony ended.
and honestly? you weren’t tired of it. not even a little.
victoria looked… radiant. there was no other word. her eyes shone in a way you had never seen before, not even in the best moments of her career. there was no calculation there, no strategy — just pure emotion.
even stan edgar seemed quietly intrigued, watching his daughter display so much affection without even trying to hide it.
you, on the other hand, could only smile.
because you knew every version of victoria: the politician, the strategist, the ruthless one.
but this one? this one was only yours.
the version of victoria who looked at you like you were her entire world, who treated you like the most precious thing she had, who would bend reality itself just to give you what you wanted… no one else had access to that version of her.
only you.
“hello, mrs. neuman…”
her voice came low against your ear, followed by the familiar feeling of her arms wrapping around your waist from behind. the kiss to your neck was soft, lingering, like she was still absorbing the reality of it all.
you closed your eyes for a moment, tilting your head slightly.
“are you really going to say that every time?” you asked, amused.
victoria laughed quietly, her lips brushing your cheek as they slowly moved upward.
“of course i am.” a pause. “you’re my wife.”
there was so much pride in the way she said it that you couldn’t help but smile.
you turned in her arms, meeting that look — intense, but softened now by something almost… silly.
in love.
yes. in love. that was the right word.
victoria lifted a hand to your face, her thumb brushing gently over your skin before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.
“you look beautiful, you know that?”
you laughed, stepping closer.
“i know. you’ve already said that today.”
and then, with a small, playful smile, you kissed her chin.
“you look hot.”
victoria let out a genuine laugh, her head tilting back slightly — a rare, free sound that made a few people nearby glance over.
“i’m trying to be romantic here, okay?”
“calling you hot is romantic too, vicky.”
she narrowed her eyes for a second, like she was considering it… then nodded, fully convinced.
“alright.” she leaned in again, her nose brushing yours. “then you look very hot too.”
the way she said it made you laugh again — but the sound softened when her hands slid to your hips, pulling you a little closer.
“so hot,” she continued, her voice lower now, almost like a shared secret, “that it’s making me want to end this party early…”
you raised an eyebrow, clearly interested.
“interesting proposal.” you leaned in, your lips barely brushing hers. “i’m listening.”
victoria smiled like that — the same confident smile as always, but softened by affection.
“hm… we could disappear for a few minutes,” she murmured, her fingers pressing lightly into your hips. “no one will notice.”
“they will,” you replied, but didn’t pull away. “you haven’t stopped calling me ‘my wife’ for even a second.”
“good.” she shot back immediately. “that way they know exactly who you are.”
and before you could answer, victoria pulled you into a kiss — not rushed, not urgent.
but full.
full of everything that day meant.
when she pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, still smiling in that completely undone way.
“my wife,” she repeated again, like she would never get tired of it.
little by little, the reception began to empty.
the lights felt softer now, the music distant — almost like an echo of what the night had been. a few guests still lingered by the bar, laughing too loudly, clearly too drunk to realize the party was already over.
victoria, on the other hand, was counting the seconds.
not out of exhaustion.
not out of obligation.
but because finally… finally she would have you to herself.
the country club that stan edgar insisted on paying for had served its purpose: privacy, elegance, and a small enough circle to keep everything intimate. nothing excessive. nothing impersonal.
just… perfect.
and memorable.
especially the speeches.
you could still hear your mother’s voice, thick with emotion, talking about the first time you brought victoria home — how nervous you were, how you wouldn’t stop talking, how it was obvious you were already completely gone for her.
victoria had squeezed your hand then, trying to hide her own smile.
and then came her friends.
merciless.
embarrassing stories, public confessions — and that one in particular, the one that made you laugh too loudly:
victoria, at two in the morning, knocking on your dorm room door because she couldn’t sleep knowing you might be upset with her.
you didn’t even remember what the argument had been about.
but you remembered her expression perfectly — almost desperate, completely in love, looking like she had already lost any sense of dignity for you.
some things never changed.
“finally.”
victoria’s voice came from behind you, low, satisfied.
before you could react, she was already there — hands firm on your waist, pulling you back against her.
no audience now.
no interruptions.
just the two of you.
“you were counting the minutes, weren’t you?” you teased, turning your head just enough to meet her.
“every second,” she answered without hesitation.
her nose brushed your neck, breathing you in slowly, like she was still getting used to the idea that this was real.
“my wife…” she murmured again, almost smiling against your skin.
you let out a soft laugh.
“you’re not going to stop, are you?”
“never.” she replied immediately.
and then she turned you in her arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. the look she gave you made your chest tighten — not from intensity, but from softness.
victoria neuman, completely undone.
“i married you,” she said, like she was still processing it. “do you realize that?”
“i do,” you smiled. “i was there too.”
she laughed quietly, lifting a hand to your face. her thumb brushed slowly over your cheek, with something almost reverent in the gesture.
“no, you don’t understand…” she murmured. “i’ve waited so long for this.”
there was no dramatics in her tone.
just honesty.
raw and unfiltered.
you leaned in, resting your forehead against hers.
“was it worth it?”
victoria smiled — that smile that belonged only to you.
“every second.”
the kiss that followed wasn’t rushed.
it wasn’t urgent.
it was slow, deep, full of meaning — like every second was something to be kept, remembered, lived again. her hands moved along your back, keeping you close, like she was still afraid it might disappear.
when she pulled away, she didn’t go far. she never did. she never would.
“let’s go,” victoria murmured, brushing her nose against yours. “before someone remembers we’re still here.”
“go where?” you asked, already knowing.
her smile widened — playful, but still soft with affection.
“home,” she said. a pause. “or anywhere i can be alone with my wife.”
you laughed, but didn’t argue.
because deep down, you wanted the exact same thing.
and this time, nothing was stopping you.
the house was quiet when you arrived.
a different kind of quiet — not empty, but comforting. like the walls already knew something had changed, that the space itself carried a new meaning now.
victoria closed the door behind you slowly, but didn’t step away. in fact, she didn’t even try.
her hands found yours immediately, fingers lacing together like it had been too long since she could do that freely.
“my wife…” she murmured again, almost like a sigh.
you laughed softly, shaking your head.
“i should charge you every time you say that.”
“i’d pay without complaining,” victoria replied instantly, stepping closer. “it’s worth it.” her tone was light, but her eyes… her eyes were still full.
full of everything.
you took a few steps inside, pulling her with you, your shoes abandoned along the way without much thought. your dress still fell perfectly against your body, but it didn’t matter as much anymore.
nothing had to be perfect now. just real.
victoria watched you like she was trying to memorize everything — the way you moved, the sound of your laughter, the way the light touched your face.
“you’re still smiling,” you pointed out, turning back to her.
“i can’t stop,” she admitted, without a trace of embarrassment. she shrugged, almost shy. “i don’t think i want to.”
you stepped closer, stopping right in front of her. “well… i’m not complaining either.”
victoria let out a quiet laugh, lifting her hand to your face again — like she needed that constant contact.
her thumb brushed gently over your skin, and this time you noticed something different.
it wasn’t just desire.
it was… calm.
like, for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t chasing anything. wasn’t planning the next move. she had already arrived.
“you know…” she started, her voice softer now, quieter. “i always imagined what this moment would be like.”
“and?” you raised an eyebrow.
victoria tilted her head slightly, studying your face like she was comparing expectation to reality.
“it’s better,” she said simply.
your chest tightened — in the best way. you took her hand again, lacing your fingers together.
“romantic,” you teased, smiling softly.
“don’t get used to it,” she replied, stepping closer. “it’s exclusive.”
the kiss this time was different from all the others that night.
no rush.
no urgency.
no audience.
just… the two of you.
slow. soft. the kind of intimacy that only exists when there’s nothing left to prove. when love has already been spoken out loud — at the altar, in front of everyone — and now only needs to be felt. when you pulled apart, victoria didn’t let go. she never did. she simply rested her forehead against yours, breathing slowly.
“do you want to take this dress off?” she asked, her tone gentle, almost careful.
“i imagine it’s not the most comfortable thing in the world.”
you laughed softly. “finally, someone sensible.”
“i’m always sensible,” she shot back, mildly offended. then paused. “i just get a little… distracted when it comes to you.”
“a little?”
“okay, a lot.”
you smiled, pulling her by the hand toward the bedroom.
the lights stayed off along the way, the quiet of the house wrapping around you both like an embrace.
victoria's lips met yours in an almost hungry way, her hands gripping your waist as if her life depended on it.
you, so hopelessly surrendered to her, didn't care when your dress fell to the floor, not even when your back met the soft mattress of your bed. all that mattered now was victoria's body against yours, the way your thighs embraced her hips, pulling her even closer.
victoria pressed her naked body against yours, feeling her warm skin against yours. her mouth met her wife's in a passionate and hungry kiss, her hands tracing the curves of the body of the woman she loved more than anything.
she could feel her wife's heart beating rapidly against hers, their bodies touching in harmony as victoria's hands explored every inch of her soft skin. she slid her hands down her wife's back, feeling the waves of her hair as she kissed her deeper and deeper.
victoria pulled you even closer, wanting to feel every curve and hollow of your body pressed against hers. she slid her hand down your round bottom and squeezed it with relish, pulling you tightly against her as she kissed you passionately.
they kissed for long moments, lost in each other as the world around them faded away. the touch of their bodies was electric, sending sparks through their nerve endings as they surrendered to passion.
victoria pulled back just a little to look at your beautiful face below her: flushed and breathless, completely surrendered to her.
“my love,” she whispered, her voice full of desire. “i love you so fucking much, my dear wife.”
victoria lowered her head and kissed your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, then your soft, full lips. she kissed you deeply, tasting the champagne you had drunk during your wedding dinner.
victoria left a trail of kisses down your neck, feeling your quickened pulse beneath her lips as her mouth slid across your soft skin. she could smell your perfume, mingled with the natural scent of your skin, a scent victoria had learned to love so much.
when she reached your breasts, victoria paused for a moment, admiring the sight of your full, soft mounds. she had a particular passion for your breasts, and loved spending hours exploring every inch of them. “so fucking perfect…”
victoria placed a soft kiss on the top of each breast, then slid her tongue over the soft, sensitive skin. she could feel you trembling under her touch, your nipples hardening even more as she teased them.
then, victoria took one nipple into her mouth, sucking and pinching the sensitive flesh while her hand squeezed and massaged the other breast. she loved the way you moaned beneath her, loved knowing she had the power to make the woman she loved feel so good.
“i love you…” she whispered countless times, as if repeating a prayer. “…i love you…”
victoria slid her hand down her wife’s stomach, then down your thighs, savoring the sensation of the soft skin beneath her fingers. she could feel the wetness between your legs, she could feel how much you wanted her too.
“is all this for me, my love?” she whispered against your skin, smiling as she felt the sticky goo on her fingers. “so wet… so delicious… so mine.”
then, victoria slid a finger into her wife’s wet cleft, feeling the moisture that had already accumulated there.
“fuck” you cursed softly, your lips parting in a moan that victoria used to devour you in another intense kiss.
victoria began to move her finger in and out of your wet cavity, increasing the pace as you writhed in pleasure beneath her. she added another finger, and then another, feeling your walls tighten as she brought you closer to climax.
her thumb found your clitoris, stimulating it with the same intensity.
“v-vicky, i’m gonna—” your voice sounded trembling and almost desperate, your nails now scratching victoria’s back, who groaned in response.
“i-i know, come to me, my love… please,” victoria begged, biting your chin, feeling a wave of pleasure in giving your pleasure. “come for me, beautiful, please.”
victoria slid her fingers deeper, feeling her wife’s walls contracting around them as you got closer and closer to climax. she slid her thumb over your swollen clitoris, massaging the sensitive flesh as she brought you to the edge.
victoria felt your body stiffen beneath her, your muscles contracting as you reached the peak of pleasure.
“a-ah, vicky!” you cried, your whole body trembling as the orgasm hit you hard. victoria could feel the heat emanating from your body, she could feel how every inch of your skin was warm and sensitive.
victoria continued to stimulate you, sliding her fingers in and out of your pussy as you writhed and moaned with pleasure. she wanted to prolong this moment as much as possible, she wanted you to feel every wave of pleasure you could feel.
your body went limp beneath her, your limbs trembling as you tried to catch your breath. victoria could feel your racing heart, she could hear the way you gasped as you tried to catch your breath.
beautiful.
she removed her fingers from inside you, bringing them to her lips and tasting your pleasure. victoria smiled at the satisfied expression on your face, at the way you looked at her with so much love and desire.
"my god, i love you so much," victoria whispered, leaning in to kiss your soft lips. she could feel the tears in your eyes, she could feel how emotional you were with all the love and affection.
“i love you, vicky!” you repeated, smiling against victoria's lips. she pulled away and you tried to chase her for another kiss, but her hand was firm, keeping you lying on the mattress.
“open your legs for me, love… i want to taste you on my tongue.”
