Vera Bee's Hyper-Fixation Writing

Psalm 23 | Child of God level 20s, writer & artist Hyperfixation posts here

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Welcome To My Hyperfixation Writer Blog!

Hiya, my name is Vera Bee!

She/her, ace, multi-fandom, dyslexic, introvert, and a writer. I will be posting my writings about my hyperfixations here!

I'll be sharing my two-cents worth on my fandoms, and writing imagines, AUs, Headcanons, multi chapter fanfics, oneshots, etc., on them.

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics | Edited - July 21, 2025

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Katara and Sokka

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write that self indulgent fic, you would be insanely surprised how many people are waiting for THAT Fic™

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hey it's december so time to stare at my work and judge it, here's some stuff that i still like! not included are zine stuff that i'm holding on to for now

this year i focused mainly on character drawing and im a bit more confident in it now. hoping for more drawing time next year

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・ ・ ・ ・ Is that blood I smell? ・ ・ ・ ・

Fandom: Deathstroke - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Characters: Slade Wilson, Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne (plus the other batkids) Word Count: 400 Rated: Teen and Up Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Parent Slade Wilson, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Hurt Batfamily (DCU), more like the kids/siblings are hiding injuries, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Family Fluff, Embarrassed Tim Drake (DCU), Slade Wilson is Tim Drake's Parent

@daddecember Prompt - Day 19: Embarrassment

Summary: Deathstroke checks Red Robin for injuries, while giving Batman a tip on dealing with stubborn birds.

Posted on Ao3 | Dividers 1 & 2 by @cursed-carmine

Deathstroke landed on the roof top loudly, silencing all the vigilantes resting there.

The Bat Family had been debriefing the takedowns they had that night, with the Arkham brake out ruining their plans to bust Black Mask's deal with the gang from Blüdhaven.

"What do you want?" Batman growled at the mercenary.

Deathstroke ignored him, and went right for Red Robin.

He held the teen's face in his hands, turning it side to side. Red Robin yelped at the manhandling, trying to push away, and being very loud with his complaints.

He was pacified for his efforts by a pat on his head before Deathstroke moved on to checking his arms.

"What are you doing?" Batman asked.

Red Robin's checks turned bright red, as he finally realized what was happening.

"Manually checking for injuries," said the mercenary as if he was commenting on the weather.

"Hn."

The two toned mask turned his way; the veteran was feeling generous, so he explained to the detective: "Your birdies have a tendency to down play their injuries or out-right not share them. I learned early on to check for myself how they're doing."

Batman looked to the rest of his kids; they each looked away from him. The detective could see some red ears and faces as they ignored him in favor of the smoggy sky.

"It's not that bad!" Red Robin tried to defined himself, but Deathstroke stopped him with two dates.

"August 15th, and May 11th."

Red Robin clamped his mouth shut; his face resembled that of a tomato.

"To make this go quick, check the others." Deathstroke moved checking Red's back. "I can smell blood coming from three different sources, but I don't know if it's their own or a thugs."

All the vigilantes made shouts of protest, yet didn't really move from the roof. Batman immediately set his sights on Red Hood, yet the young man pulled his gun out from its holster.

"Don't worry about him; he's next on my list."

Batman nodded and turned his attention to his oldest and youngest.

Nightwing gave a nervous laugh. "B? I'm good, promise."

"Don't trust it; his heart rate is spiking, and I don't know what he's hiding."

"Thank you," Batman told the mercenary.

The two fathers worked well together, wrangling each kid for an injury check, not surprised that each one had hid some wound or other from them.

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・ ・ ・ ・ ・Not My Dad・ ・ ・ ・ ・

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Deathstroke - All Media Types Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson Word Count: 200 Rated: General Audiences Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Truth Serum, Identity Reveal, more like Father Reveal, Slade Wilson is Tim Drake's Parent, Good Parent Slade Wilson, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tim just wants his dad, Bad Parent Jack Drake, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, THAT NEEDS TO BE KNOWN

@daddecember Alt Prompt: Truth serum

Summary: Robin is given a truth serum and reveals to Nightwing something he never wanted to.

Posted on Ao3 | Dividers 1 & 2 by @cursed-carmine

"I want my dad," was the first thing Robin said as the truth serum set into his system.

"B will be here soon. Don't worry," Nightwing comforted the boy verbally since he was tied to a poll opposite Robin.

"Not my dad." Robin sniffled, pulling at the restraints.

Nightwing gave a hum of empathy, "I'm sorry, you can call him when in the Batmobile?"

"Not him." Robin bit his lip to try and keep quite.

Nightwing stilled in his attempt to break free.

"Who's your dad?" Robin shook his head, doing his best to stay silent.

"Robin," The older vigilante said with authority. "Who is your dad?"

Robin's nose began to bleed, all he could do was say a mantra of apologizes to the older boy.

At the tail end of it, he said his father's name, but was cut by a sob. "-ilson."

"What?"

"Slade Wilson," Robin finally got out enough for Nightwing to hear him.

The color drained for the older vigilante's face. He was still as a statue.

Robin kept apologizing to him.

Heavy footsteps echoed off the walls of the basement.

"Dad," Robin cried out.

"I got you, Kiwi," a deep voice reassured from the darkness.

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・ ・ I Am Not Who You Think I Am ・ ・

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Deathstroke - All Media Types Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Harley Gibbes (OC), Nicole "Lavender" McCarthy (OC), Sterling Davis (OC) Word Count: 1,976 Rated: Teen And Up Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slade Wilson is Dick Grayson's Parent, Morally Gray Slade Wilson, Good Parent Slade Wilson, Pre-Adoption, Small Towns, Dick Grayson Has Civilian Friends, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Protective Dick Grayson, Teen Dick Grayson, Soft Slade Wilson, Fluff Angst Comfort in that order

@daddecember Prompt - Day 6: Mistaken for related / “Of all the days you could’ve showed up?”

Summary: Slade checks on Dick as he's hanging out with some civilian friends a few states over.

Notes: Dick is 16, and this is still set before Jason joining the picture, and Dick quits being Robin to become Nightwing. Also "Blackrock Edge, North Carolina" does not exist, it is a costal town I came up with. It's kinda close to the Virginia border/Virginia Beach, but not next too it.

Posted on Ao3 | Dividers 1 & 2 by @cursed-carmine

- Blackrock Edge, North Carolina -

He could hear the laughter of the teens getting louder as Slade walked in to the 'ma & pop' shop.

Part of him wanted to smile, knowing Dick didn't let the hero gig drain him from being the child he should have been.

The place was empty —minus the teens— for a Friday afternoon since most locals were on vacation with break school for the winter, and tourist season for Blackrock Edge was only in the summer, maybe a bit in the fall.

Slade quietly leaned against the wall to watch the four teens goof off. Dick had a light in his blue eyes finally, and was genuinely smiling, unlike the smiles he wore in suit and gave to his hero friends.

"And then Dad like– caught the beer bottle without looking! Uncle Fin was so surprised, he sulked for the rest of the night. The whole thing was hilarious!" Harley kicked her feet as she laughed, sat atop the counter.

"To bad it wasn't caught on camera," Nicole lamented.

"I know!" Harley cried out in dramatic despair.

Sterling and Dick rolled their eyes at her antics.

Dick was about to make a comment when he looked over to Slade leaning on the wall. His happy smile turned promptly into a scowl.

"Of all the days you could’ve showed up? Why now?" Dick questioned, the old bite he used with Slade had long since disappeared.

"Hello to you too, birdie," Slade sarcastically replied.

Nicole's eyes let up at seeing the man in question.

"Oh! You must be Dick's dad; it's so nice to finally meet you," her bubbly greeting contrasted with her dark gothic appearance.

Slade smiled at her. He wasn't sure if he should correct her or let Dick do it. When he looked at Dick to see what he wanted to do, Dick wouldn't look him in the eye. His heart rate was spiked, but not in fear or anger. The way he held himself told the veteran he was embarrassed.

'Well, if he won't correct them outright, I won't either,' Slade thought to himself.

"Hadn't adopted him yet," he explained. "Timing hasn't been great with too many things going on both ends. Still, you can say I'm his dad."

Dick's heartbeat picked up, but his body relaxed.

Sterling had silently been watching the veteran during the interaction. He'd been defensive when Dick's mood shifted, but upon hearing the explanation, he nodded his head in solidarity.

"Courts a bitch, and don't get me started on the case workers," Sterling spat with venom, but still held a comforting tone of understanding.

Slade nodded his head to the boy.

It was odd, but knowing Dick had good friends by his side —and outside of hero work— calmed something in Slade. He pushed the feeling back for now.

"So, are we doin' introductions or y'all to good for that kind of things?" Slade prompted, shifting the attention away from the lie of adoption.

Harley giggled at Slade's sarcastic remark. "I'm Harley Gibbs; and I may be blonde, but I'm not related to the crazy bitch from Gotham. My dad's a biker, so he named me after one of his favorite companies, Harley Davidson."

Slade chuckled at the over-explanation; it sounded rehearsed, like she'd had to say it a lot when visiting New Jersey.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry about that, I'm Nicole McCarthy. It's very nice to meet you, sir." She curtsied with her layered ruffle skirt. "These three call me Lavender."

"For your hair or clothes?" Slade asked sarcastically.

Nicole giggled at the comment. "For my hair, kinda? It's my favorite color! I do love the flower, but it's not my favorite."

Slade slight smiled at her and nodded his head.

Harley elbowed Sterling. "Ugh, fine. The name's Sterling, that's all your gettin'."

"Understood," Slade agreed.

Sterling looked shocked at him before schooling his expression as he looked away.

"Nice to meet you kids, I'm Slade, but you can call me Joe."

Dick sulked as he leaned on the counter. His arms crossed and tension riddled through his body. Slade walked over to Dick and warped his arm around his shoulders. The tension bled out his body like a deflating balloon; the teen let his head lull into his father figure's shoulder.

The other teens smiled to varying degrees at the action, happy for their friend.

"Now, I'm not here to disrupt y'all's fun; whenever y'all wrap up, come find me."

Nicole looked concerned. "Are you sure? When we get together, we can get up to a lot of mischief for hours, and chat for hours."

Slade chuckled. "I'm sure I can find things to do in this town. Y'all don't need to worry about taking my time; enjoy yours together."

"Thank you for understanding, sir!" Harley thanked him.

Slade waved her off heading for the door.

"Your dad is so nice!" Nicole commented to Dick.

From a mirror at the front of the store, Slade could see Dick blush and hear his heart speed up. He didn't take back the interaction Slade had with his friends.

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It was well past midnight when the teens found him in the diner.

"I'm sorry we took so long," Nicole apologized; her hazel eyes were misty with tears.

Slade wiped his mouth of biscuit crumbs. "I said take however long y'all need. Do you see me complaining about anything?"

The teens shock their heads.

"I'm fine waiting if y'all want to continue, but I assume not everyone can stay out." His eyes darted to Nicole and Sterling.

She blushed in embarrassment; but Sterling barely kept a pout back, as he crossed his arms in silent defiance.

"I know Gotham is a long drive. Harley is already planning to stay with us. We can certainly make room for you two." Nicole offered the fake father and son.

"No need, the drive isn't close to the longest I've done," Slade reassured the girl. "I'm sure Birdie can sleep the whole way, too."

Slade put a few hundred dollars on the table, he could feel the wide eyes of the teens watch his movement.

"Delicious food you have here, Mrs. Carter. I'll certainly being back here," Slade turned to the waitress —the one who'd taken his order— stared down at the small pile of bills. "That extra is yours to take, Savannah."

Slade didn't make another comment, ignoring the calls for him to come back and the thank yous spilling from the young lady's mouth. The teens had to run after him to keep up.

"You didn't have to do that," Sterling said.

Nicole tackled Slade into a hug from behind. "Thank you so much, sir. Her family's been strugglin' and the towns helped all we could, but the treatment is so much—"

Slade cut her off. "I could tell."

Sterling glared at the man.

Slade turned to look the boy in the eye. "I've been there before."

Harley punched Sterling in the arm, only for him to put her in a head lock. Dick signed a their antics, and easily separated them before the two got hurt. He hit a nerve in Sterling's side to get him to release Harley before pulling Harley away.

Slade chuckled at their dynamic. It was interesting to see Dick act as an older sibling with them, even if they were all the same age. He also ignored the wet spot forming on his back as Nicole continued to hold on. He wasn't going to move until she felt comfortable enough to face the others.

After some more tomfoolery for the trio, and Nicole calmed down.

The fake father and son said their goodbyes to the teens.

Slade led Dick to his truck; the walk there was silent. Dick was becoming more and more tense; his shoulders where raised to his ears, his heart racing out of control, by the time they made it to the truck.

Once in, Slade wasted no time starting the truck and heading out of town back for home.

"Gotham or Titan Tower?" Slade asked, unsure where Dick might be staying for the night.

Dick startled at the question. "What?"

Slade raised his eyebrow, and kept his eye on the road.

"I'm fine with whatever." Dick curled into a tight ball in his seat.

Slade shrugged; it made no difference to him, and if Dick changed his mind, Slade would take him wherever he wanted to go.

"Okay."

It was quiet for a few miles; Slade tried to figure out what could have happened that was making Dick so tense. He was relaxed with his friends, yet his tension was bleeding into the air, and made the car ride feel like there was a bomb about to go off.

Slade somehow had to figure out the best way to defuse the situation, yet he didn't even know what to defuse it of.

"Your friends–"

Slade was cut off; it seemed he tripped the bomb.

"I know! I know, and I don't care!" Dick shouted; he was curled defensively in the corner of the passenger side door. "I don't give a shit if being friends puts their lives in danger just because they're friends with Dick Grayson, they don't know shit about Robin, or– or the new identity I'm planning– They know nothing of my night life, so why can't I have friends outside the mask?"

"Dick–" Slade tried to interject in a steady voice.

"–I know the risk it is to have them as friends, and– and I can keep them safe myself. I'm not going to make some shallow or non-existent relationship for the looks of it, I– I want genuine care, and they give that to me!–"

"Dick–" Slade raised his voice to get the boy's attention. It didn't work.

"They don't even know me as Richard Grayson the Ward of Bruce Wayne or the circus freak who joined high society. I'm— I'm myself with them."

Slade pulled the truck over. Dick's heart rate was peaking in a way Slade didn't like, the boy also wasn't taking enough breaths between the rant.

Slade turned his blue eye to the teen —who was trying to make himself as small as possible— and grabbed his jaw to make him look Slade in the eye.

"Richard Grayson," Slade called out with authority.

Dick snapped out of whatever trance he'd been in, his watery blue eyes stared the veteran down with too many emotions running through him.

"I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not him. I am happy you have a life outside the mask, that you have friends outside a workforce you should never have been part of. It's healthy for you to. If you think all I am is Deathstroke, you are sorely mistaken. Now, take a minute to breath; I'm not moving until you've calmed down."

A few tears rolled down Dick's face; he shakily tried to breath normally. Slade let go of his face, as tension slowly bled out from his body.

Slade turned back to face the road. "I'll ask you again, where do you want to go?"

"I want to go home."

"Home is?" Slade prompted for more information.

"Haly's"

Slade nodded his head. That can happen, just might take a bit more time since he doesn't know off the top of his head where the circus could be this time of year.

"Alright, might take a few hours, but we'll get there."

Slade focused on driving, while the sound of sniffles and choked sobs came from beside him.

"Thank you," Dick whispered.

"Nothing to thank me for."

The drive would be a long one, luckily Slade was in no rush. It also gave time for a certain little bird to rest.

Slade turned on the radio to a jazz station, as staggered sobs turned steady deep breaths.

"You're doing good, son."

Thank you for reading! Hope you have a marvelous day/night, and stay hydrated gorgeous 🤎🩶🤎🩶

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I am not what you need (but why am I what you want)

Fandom: Deathstroke - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Characters: Rose Wilson, Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne Word Count: 889 Rated: Teen and Up Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Soft Slade Wilson, Slade Wilson is Bad at Feelings, Hurt Rose Wilson, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Rose Wilson's Parent, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet Ending, Time Skips, Kinda, Due to it being voicemails over the course of years, Voicemail

@daddecember Prompt - Day 13: “I miss you.”

Summary: Since the day Slade left Rose at Wayne Manor, she had left him voicemails. After years Slade finally listens to them.

Posted on Ao3 | Dividers 1 & 2 by @cursed-carmine

Slade settled into his chair, tired from the long contracts he took back to back.

He stared at his phone, the one for personal use. He had given Wayne —and his family— the number for it should something happen to Rose.

He never suspected they'd give the number to her, and she tried to call him.

Slade never answered the phone when her number came up, letting it go to voicemail.

The reason he told Pennyworth was he didn't want to give her more trauma. In reality, he didn't know what to say to her.

He failed as a father again and again; he was no better than his own father, something he swore he'd never become.

He looked through the backlog of voicemails left to him, the oldest dating back to the night he left her at Wayne Manor.

"Um, hi? I uh was given a room, and um —Alfred?— made me eggs and bacon for dinner. Dick told me he never does that." Slade could hear the sound of Rose sniffling. "Why did you— I don't understand, I don't understand—" The voicemail cut off.

Slade took a breath before moving to the next voicemail. This one was dated three weeks after the first.

"I've been sparing with Dick and Tim; it's been nice. Bruce won't spar with me though, and it's pissing me off. I'm not– I'm not weak."

Slade couldn't help chuckling. "You aren't. You never were," he still answered to the empty room.

"Anyway, I… still don't get why you did it, but it's oddly nice here."

Slade couldn't breathe. It felt like a needle to the heart; a small but sharp pain.

He moved without thought to the next one, dated four months into her stay.

"Hey! Umm, I've been helping with some of their cases —like getting intel on Mask, or giving insight into how some corps work on the shady side— I uh hope that doesn't disappoint you…"

Slade chocked up. "Never," he said breathlessly as he listened to her ramble on.

"… I might have fallen asleep at the Batcomputer a few nights ago and—" Rose paused. Slade could imagine how she'd cock her head and bite at her nail in thought.

"And Bruce carried me to my room, tucked me in even." Slade could hear her mumbling. "I thought it was you."

Slade moved on to picking the next one, so he wouldn't dwell on something he shouldn't have heard. This dated seven months into her stay.

"I finally got to spar with B," Rose's tone was flat, meaning she was keeping her anger in check. "I beat him."

There was silence for a while; Slade knew the call hadn't ended because he could hear her labored breathing.

"He held back." She voice shook with emotion and venom."He said he wouldn't, but it was so bloody obvious! He held back in the spar! At least when I sparred with you, I knew you'd give me your all."

"Never did," Slade whispered.

"Why can't B—" Rose cut herself off; her voice became small at her realization. "You never did, you played me as well. I… Why would you do that? I'm not weak! I could have taken you! I—!"

Rose was crying at the point. Blue eyes filled with tears, Slade never wanted to be the cause of.

"I'd never break my little girl." Slade wished he could tell her.

He wished he could hold her through the high of emotion, being the rock, the anchor he was meant to be for her.

"Sweetheart?" Slade could hear Bruce's voice call out in the background.

The voicemail ended.

Slade put on the message left from her he'd been dreading the most. It was dated ten hours after Bruce called him in for help to rescue Rose.

"You bloody prat!" Rose spat with venom. "The first time I see you since— since leaving me here, and it's to bloody save me?! You just couldn't stay five more hours, or even a minute in my presences?"

"Didn't want to ruin what you have going for there."

Slade had to remind himself to breathe as he moved to the next one set three weeks after her kidnapping.

Rose's cries echoed over the phone before she could speak. "Help." She pleaded to the man who'd never answered her. "I– make them stop. Make the nightmares stop, daddy, please. I can't take it. Help me, daddy, please."

Hearing her cries felt worse than any torture he'd ever experienced. He knew what happened; he gave her what he could, still believing —even now— that Bruce was the better parent for her.

The next day's voicemail; her voice was hoarse, but had an airy tone of disbelief. "I swear you were in my room, the best sleep I've had in weeks, and I swear you were there in person. I could smell your cologne when I woke up. For some reason, Bruce decided to change his cologne, but it's yours he's wearing. I don't want to believe it, I don't want to believe it was Bruce."

Slade remembered that night vividly, and he wished he didn't.

He couldn't handle anymore of the self-imposed torture and moved to the newest one that was 8 months old.

"I miss you, daddy. Please come back to me."

"I miss you too, Rosebud."

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・ ・ ・ ・ ・Night Stalker・ ・ ・ ・ ・

Fandom: Deathstroke - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Characters: Jason Todd, Slade Wilson Word Count: 200 Rated: General Audiences Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Catatonic Jason Todd, Good Parent Slade Wilson, Soft Slade Wilson, Fluff, Teen Jason Todd, Resurrected Jason Todd, Cuddling & Snuggling, Father-Son Relationship, Pre-Adoption, Slade Wilson is Jason Todd's parent

@daddecember Prompt - Day 10: Snuggling

Summary: It's the third night the worlds deadliest mercenary and a catatonic undead teen share a living space together.

Posted on Ao3 | Dividers 1 & 2 by @cursed-carmine

Slade was laying in bed trying to sleep when he noticed Jason's heartbeat moving in his room.

He tracked it to the living room, then looped the kitchen island a few times, just to stop right in front of Slade's bedroom. The door was open, so he rolled over in bed to see the outline of Jason in the doorway.

"You okay, little hunter?" Slade couldn't help asking; even when he knew Jason wouldn't respond.

Jason's breathing and heartbeat stayed the same.

Slade got out of bed to check him for anything wrong. He couldn't smell blood, so that was a positive. When he cupped Jason's check, it was cool to the touch, compared to Slade's naturally warmer body heat.

Jason leaned into the touch, chasing the warmth when Slade pulled his hand back.

Slade sighed, tired from the busy day he had.

"Come 'ere," he told Jason as he walked back to bed.

The boy followed. When close enough, Slade tugged him into bed, right into his arms. Jason placed his head on the man's shoulder snuggling in, and gave a content sigh at the warmth enveloping him.

"I got you, you're safe," Slade vowed to the asleep boy.

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・ ・ Bright Eyes & Thunderstorms ・ ・

Fandom: Deathstroke - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Characters: Slade Wilson, Damian Wayne, Respawn (DCU) Word Count: 308 Rated: General Audiences Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kid Respawn, Kid Damian Wayne, Good Parent Slade Wilson, Respawn and Damian Wayne are Twins, Kinda, half-siblings technically, Respawn and Damian Wayne are the Same Age, Soft Slade Wilson, Thunderstorms, Domestic Fluff, Respawn goes by Asher, Mild Hurt/Comfort

@daddecember Prompt - Day 9: Thunderstorms

Summary: Slade's enjoying some alone time on his front deck as a thunderstorm rolls through. Two little boys can't fall sleep when the first lightening strikes. How could they when this was their first time seeing rain?

Posted on Ao3 | Dividers 1 & 2 by @cursed-carmine

Slade sat on the front deck watching the storm clouds roll in. It was late in the evening; he'd already put the boys to sleep. He knew they stayed up chatting, and would be coming to him any moment.

As if right on cue, a lightning bolt struck the ground miles away, yet still lit up the cloudy sky with a blinding white. The crack and thunder rumbled through the house, the windows shook due to the noise.

Squeals of the kids came from inside; Slade put his drink down as the pitter-patter of footsteps ran for his direction outside.

The front door slammed open, as the two five-year-olds ran for the yard.

Slade gave a sharp whistle to deter them from going down. Two matching green eyes snapped his way.

"Come here, you two."

The two boys ran toward him. Once close enough, he lifted them both up onto his lap, balancing each kid on a knee. He faced them toward the yard, as the storm continued to roll in.

Their little hearts raced with excitement; with their bright green eyes never leaving the storm.

Slade understood why they were doing that; this was the first rain fall they'd ever witnessed, and it was a thunderstorm no less.

It would be well past their bedtime by the time the storm left, but Slade was willing to deal with the consequence. Especially if it meant he got to see their eyes lit up with such joy and wonder.

His youngest boys would be fine. He had them now, and nothing could take them away.

No bat, nor immortal healer. Not even the mother of his boys.

They'll heal just fine in the arms of their father, continuing to live in a loving home.

Slade kissed each son's forehead, but they both ignored him in favor of the storm.

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Genuary 2026 Prompts

Plain text prompt list and rules below the cut

Daily Prompts:

Flowers

Food

Goals

Moon Phases

Too Hot

Too Cold

Nostalgia

Broken

Calling out someone's name

Abandoned

Reunion

Changing Seasons

Surprise

Celebration

Role Models

First Impression

Give and Take

Momentum

Boredom

Colorful

Hidden in plain sight

Missed Opportunity

Out of control

Away from home

Stuck at home

Permanent

Temporary

Match

Dreams/Nightmares

Endings/Beginnings

Pick a dialog prompt if you haven't already.  If you have, then it's a free day, yay!

Dialog Prompts:

"What was that?"

"I told you not to tell them!"

"Don't let go."

"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

"When was the last time you talked to them?"

"Where is it?  I just had it!"

"You should have seen the look on your face."

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

"Whatever it is, I'm in."

"I want nothing to do with this."

"In my defense..."

You can interpret the prompts any way you want.  Day 8, for example, could be someone fixing a broken toy or someone breaking a bone.  Is Day 28 a something that starts a fire, a sporting event, or friendship bracelets?  That's up to you!

You can make combo fills with prompts from other events, as long as combo fills are allowed there as well and you follow the guidelines for both events.

You can do the prompts out of order.  Have an idea for a series, but 22 has to come before 7?  Go for it!

You can fill multiple prompts in the same work and still have it count for both prompt fills.  A fic about being stranded in a blizzard could fill both 6 and 25, or art of someone with a flower tattoo could fill both 1 and 26.

You can substitute a dialog prompt for any days prompt, but you can't use the same one twice.  They do not have to be used verbatim, as long as it's clear what the inspiration was.