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AUs

Some of my favorite AUs and some blogs that have them (only including series’)

Hogwarts

@whyistomholland - Lesson Learned

@underoossss - Of Love and Magic (Harrison Osterfield)

@parkerprotectionprogram - Oppugno

Roommate

@h-osterfield - Yellow Roses (partially)

@madmadmilk - Ground Rules

@marvelouspeterparker - Roomates

Mob

@thedaydreamingwriter - Her Romeo, His Juliet

@sarsmusings - Call Your Bluff

@itstomsdarling and @bi-writes - Notorious

@thewiseandfree - Call Me King

Royal

@starsholland - A Journey of Lost Souls

@itstomsdarling - If you’re my Romeo then I’ll happily drink the poison

@holland-ish - The Selection

CEO/Boss

@hazthediv - The Proposal (Harrison Osterfield)

Best Friends

@h-osterfield - Yellow Roses

@madmadmilk - DOMINO (side note: this is literally the coolest idea for a fic with the readers-choose-plot thing and it works so well and the story is flawless so definitely check it out)

@midtownsparker - Fortune’s Fool

Enemies

@h-osterfield - Remember When

@softspideys - Time After Time

Soulmate

@moondustparker - Flicker

@softspideys - Time After Time

@hollandroos - Red and Blue

Superhero

@softboy-holland - The Magic School Bus

@pparkerwrites​ - Secrets

Masterpost of Miraculous Ladybug Holiday/Christmas Fanfictions

TOP FICS:

As the Snow Fall, Falls by: @pisces-royalty One-shot. Marichat. Ladynoir. FORMATTING DREAM. MUST READ ON COMPUTER.: He watches her in a midnight dream: twirling, twirling, a brilliant red star before the moon. A smile on her face, she dances along with the snow as it falls, falls.And he has to wonder, Why do you dance?

Secret Santa by: @thelastpilot Multi-chapter. MAJOR Adrienette. Reveal. Best World Building Award: Adrien and Marinette get each others name in their class secret santa and the gifts have to be perfect.

OTHER RECS:  Bring In The Bug by: @giggling-bubble One-shot, Ladynoir: A night out in the cold takes a turn for the worst when Ladybug’s body shuts down in the extreme cold. What is a cat to do for his lady, but to take her to his favorite place in all the world. Sure, taking her there had it’s risk, but with the way the decor was this time of year, she’d never notice.

Late Night Health Check by: @the-bored-bookworm One-shot, Marichat. Post-reveal. Relationship: Winter is a beautiful time to have fun. If you’re not sick that is.

A Lucky Decision by: @their-destinys-writer One-shot, Ladrien. Fluff: He still wasn’t sure how they got there. Was it the result of the decisions made that day, or was it just miraculous luck? Either way, his brain barely processed it. All he knew was that ditching his bodyguard to go for a walk on his own around the streets of Paris was the best decision he made that day.

Christmas Run by: @their-destinys-writer One-shot, DJWifi, fluff: Why did he let himself be dragged around the cold streets of Paris after an akuma? And on Christmas Eve to boot?! He could be home right now, eating a nice, warm Christmas Eve leftover. But nooo, Alya wanted to test the new microphone she got for her livestreams, and she needed help. And who was her go-to-guy for tech help? This guy right here.

The Sweetest Gift by: @wow-girl1244 One-shot, Adrienette. Sadrien: A cozy night might be just what these two teens need.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED: Something about December by: @adribug One-shot, through the years, Adrienette: Five times Marinette gave Adrien a Christmas gift and one time she didn’t.

Shake Up Christmas One-shot. Ladrien, Partial-Reveal: A belated gift delivery turns into midnight hot chocolate. Ladybug’s embarrassed, Adrien’s a smitten kitten, and the holiday season is a time for memories new and old.

The Perfect Gift by: @baneismydragon One-shot. LoveSquare. Reveal. Mistletoe fic: It’s Adrien’s second christmas with his friends and he is determined to get them all the best Christmas gifts he can, but in and out of costume. Of course this is proving a little difficult as Chat Noir has yet to discover a gift that will impress his princess. However in his quest to find Marinette the perfect gift he might just discover a little more than he bargained for!

What To Expect From A Superhero Christmas One-shot. Ladynoir. Reveal: It’s just two dorks having a nice Christmas Eve together, and a bit of a reveal. I’m sorry if there was meant to be a plot, you get this instead. Pure fluff.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED: It’s the Most Punderful Time of the Year by: @baneismydragon One-shot, Ladynoir, Adrienette: “Come on my lady, give me a chance? One kiss. We can call it a Christmas Miracle.” He hoped his voice didn’t sound as desperately pathetic to her as it did to him.  “Ok, you want a Christmas Miracle?” she asked, giving him a serious once over, “If you can come up with one of your horrible puns that actually makes me laugh between now and Christmas eve, I will kiss you.”  “Are you serious?” he gasped.  “Yep.”  “That’s it? Just make you laugh?” he ask, waiting for some sort of impossible catch. “With a pun.” Ah. There it was.

Here From The Beginning One-shot, Aged Up!Adrienette. Post-Victory. Post-Kwami: Marinette is stuck in the dorms for Christmas break, but so is a certain blonde.

Everything and Nothing by: @adjit  One-shot. Post-Reveal. Adrienette: Marinette and Adrien’s identity reveal has landed them in an awkward spot, but they’re far from avoiding one another, despite everything. Both are awkward and hesitant, but the snowy rooftops of Paris and Christmas might be just what they need.

Fermeture by: @karmahope One-shot. Post-Superhero Life. Aged up!Adrienette. Sad Mari: The hardest part of being a superhero is no longer being a superhero. It’s been five years since Marinette last saw Tikki; since she last saw Chat Noir; and she can’t take it anymore. A reunion/reveal fic.

The Present by: @kidstealth One-Shot, Christmas Mistletoe fic. Adrienette: It was the very smile that she had been hoping to see when she originally came up with the idea to make him a present on her birthday. Now she has finally seen it directed at her and she could help the grin the broke out on her face.

New Year’s Challenge: Sequel to The Present by: @kidstealth One-shot. Can stand alone. Adrienette. NYE: The challenge was just the thing Adrien needed to give him the drive to do what needed to be done. He wasn’t going to leave his best friend hung out to dry just because he couldn’t ask a simple question.

Something about December by: @runningoutofink One-shot. Aged Up!Adrienette. Post-Reveal.: The first steps into adulthood are difficult, especially if you consider all you left behind.

The Countdown to Christmas  Multi-chapter. Love square: Marinette and Adrien decide to partake in a Christmas confessions event along with their friends. Chat asks Marinette to help him buy Ladybug a gift. When the vlogger who’s hosting it gets turned into an akuma, Chat Noir and Ladybug are asked play match maker. Adrien may or may not have just ruined his chances with Ladybug.

druig secretly watching you uh- touch yourself i guess and instead of just watching you, he sneaks into your mind to instruct you how to and subtly planting images of you and him together and i-

😵‍💫 alright. THIS MADE ME GO FERAL. Christ. THANK YOU SO MUCH, ANON! (I hope that you don't mind that I used it as drabble inspo?)

Ruin. || Druig x F!Reader.

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. Mind Control. Slight Dubious Consent. Female Masturbation. Depictions of Sex Acts. Explicit Sexual Language and Content. Rough Sex Insinuation. Not Beta-Read.

A/N: As I have said before, I don’t take requests - but my inbox is always open for naughty thoughts about characters. Something may spark a drabble, but there are never any promises!

"Touch yourself."

There's a voice in your skull. Low and persistent - rough. Lyrical. It goads you. Cajoles. Provides instruction as you push your panties down around your ankles, kicking them free as if you cannot rid yourself of them soon enough.

Outside, the world is dark. Your room is illuminated by a waning candle that flickers upon your bedside table. Perhaps someone outside can see in, to how you sit upon your bed - panting - and reaching down with shaking fingers to slide through the slick moisture gathering on your cunt.

"Right there. Yes. Good girl."

Breathing heavily, your confused gaze tears away - flickering to the darkness outside your window. The village is quiet. No one is out. But still, you think that you can see something upon the other side of the rough dirt square. Two tiny points of gold burn upon the Master's porch, boring straight into you.

Seemingly of their own accord, your fingers flex. A moan draws from your lips as their gentle points glide through your folds, separating them. It's as if your body is a puppet - not your own. Still, some of you lingers. This invading presence allows you to remain, whimpering as you stroke yourself.

It comes again. The voice. So familiar, but you're too addled and confused to recognize why.

"Now, slowly circle. Both fingers on your clit, sweetheart. Roll it gently. Yes - you feel that don't you? How the breath hitches in your lungs. Feels good, doesn’t it?"

Clumsy, your head jerks in a nod. Waves of pleasure roll from your cunt. Gasping - straining to remain silent - your head thuds back against the thin wooden wall behind.

A chuckle rings through your mind, followed by more of that lyrical suggestion. "Wouldn't it feel better if it was someone else?"

There's a flash across your mind.

A harsh mouth on your neck, teeth upon your shoulder. The burn in your legs as you bounce upon a firm lap, and the harsh shear of a cock as you ride the hidden figure below. Pale hands run over your breasts, teasing your nipples.

"What does he look like?" the voice asks excitedly.

The demand forces a picture from the recesses of your thoughts.

A shock of brunette hair. Bright blue eyes. Pink lips curled into the most sarcastic of smiles.

"Ah. Him?" That voice within your skull murmurs, sounding pleased. "Yes, darling. He would be able to take care of you."

Your fingers curl, and your other hand claps across your lips to stifle a moan as you push them into your burning cunt. It's not your own action. Yet, there's no denying how dizzy and heated it makes you feel. Still, your body itches for more.

"How good do you think his tongue would feel against you - and your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer?" Gods. That voice is almost evil in the things that it suggests. Such an image brands itself across your brain. "Maybe you should find out."

That dark, wordless laughter rings out again. But this time - you think that you can actually hear it. That your ears can pick up the noise as it rises into the air, drifting down from the Master's temple. A shiver runs down your spine.

"But right now, you should come for me - for him - so that the slick is already wetting your cunt when you go to his hut. Make it nice and easy for him to slide in and take you from behind. To ruin you for any other man." You have to bite your lip to stop from crying out. All that you can feel his your hand inside your cunt, expertly moved by another.

The voice changes, a familiar accent creeping in stronger as it continues - salacious. "Because that's what I'm going to do, darling. I'm going to ruin you."

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!

A/N: Well. I love how Mind-Control Sex with Druig is just becoming its own kink for us all at this point. I’d be down.

Check out the rest of my content if you want more Druig!

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Stiles

After Hours @perlocutionary

A Good Person @twilightparker

Ain’t Over You Yet @itsamberh

Anam Cara @stiles-missing-toe

Are You A Parking Ticket? @nationofimaginations

Badass New Girl @fanfictiooooooon

Bookstore Girl @bonniebird

But That Was Before @fangirltypec

Closer @friceaurelia07

Confinement @just-jordie-things

Criminal @mxtchsbxtch

Drive You Home? @justauthoring

Heart And Mind @i-jus-wanna-writehappy

Holy Trench Coat @imagineimuptonogood

I’m Game @selfignitingimagines

I Like You, A Lot @allfandomxreader

I Never Noticed @sassysweetstories

It’s More Than Just Us Now @dylanobsessed

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Can someone give me some good pricefield or catradora fanfics? Im so bored and i never really Read fanfics so i was like i wanna try to Read some but im a very picky person lol.

i’m starting the second semester of my junior year soon, and recently i’ve been dealing with a feeling of burnout and lack of motivation. it’s hard to force myself to study and power through.

one thing that has really helped is taking good study breaks! it definitely also helps if you’re staying up late studying or having a marathon study session… like for finals ;)

when should i take a study break?

here are a couple of options—find what works for you, or try a bunch of different methods!

pomodoro method - this generally involves working for 25 minutes, then breaking for 5 minutes. after 4 work sessions, you can break for 15 minutes. good pomodoro timers are the marinara chrome extension and tomato timer for iphone!

between subjects

between different assignments (ex. after a paper, then after a worksheet)

whenever you feel tired or unmotivated!

study break DON’Ts:

watching 5-10 minutes of a longer tv show episode - my ULTIMATE don’t. you’ll just be tempted to watch the full episode…and 3 more afterwards! save the tv-watching for after you’re all done. tv is meant to be compelling and enjoyable - NOT something you just watch 5 minutes of at a time.

reading a chapter of a book - for the same reason why tv-watching is super ineffective! you’ll just want to know what happens next.

watching 5-10 minutes of a longer youtube video

playing a video game

sleeping/napping - super short naps are ineffective and you’ll just be groggy. HOWEVER if you’re staying up super late and set an alarm to wake you up, a 30-minute power nap can be good!

scrolling through instagram/twitter

doing stuff you do before bed like showering or skincare - this will make you sleepier since you associate it with going to bed!

basically, don’t spend your study break doing things that are meant to suck your attention! save that for when you’re done and you can actually enjoy it :)

study break DOs:

eat a small snack

clean up your study area

wash your face or brush your hair - super effective, especially when studying late at night. splash cold water on the back of your neck!

listen to your favorite song and sing/dance along

drink a glass of water

do something boring - give your brain a break and do something important but super boring. send an email, get some forms filled out, etc.

and my ultimate study break tip…

WORK OUT!

this may seem really counterintuitive. why spend a work break doing MORE WORK? however, working out is SUCH A GOOD STUDY BREAK. it gives you a sense of accomplishment, gets some endorphins flowing, and COMPLETELY takes your mind off of studying. 

my favorite study break workouts:

pretty much anything from blogilates:

really hard weightless arms workout

another really hard weightless arm workout

extreme abs

under 10 minute yoga practices

10-15 min yoga

i hope these help you! in 2020, let’s start conquering procrastination and lack of motivation together!! :-)

- amulya

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Created: 12/11/17

Updated:12/11/17

RICHIE TOZIER

Secrets

Glasses - part one | part two | part three

EDDIE KASPBRA

Coming Soon

BILL DENBROUGH

Coming Soon

STAN URIS

Stargazing

MIKE HANLON

Coming Soon

BEN HANSCOM

None Requested/Written

BEVERLY MARSH

Coming Soon

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Night Terrors - part one | part two

Kiss And Tell

Loki X Fem!Reader one shot

Summary: When you find out that Loki has told the rest of the team about your one night stand with him, you are not happy. In order to placate you, Loki makes an offer.

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex (male receiving), one night stand (implied), pre-relationship, idiots to lovers

Tags (open): @what-just-happened-bro @is-it-madness @myraiswack @green-valkyrie @teenagereadersciencenerd @ohdearhiddles @whatafuckingdumbass @poetic-fiasco @mrs-wolfhard @your-favourite-skittles @lehuka123 @kellatron55 @shiningloki @latent-thoughts @loki-yoursaviourishere @kiara-36 @toozmanykids @allegra-writes @lucywrites02 @hufflautia @me-ep @buckyandlokirunmylife @shinisenko @tenshi-angel-of-healing

A/N: Don't be dicks in the comments, please. No, I will not write a part two. And if you urge me to update my other WIPs I will deliberately not update, so don't do that. I'm trying my best here. :)

"You told them?"you asked incredulously. "Loki!"

"Hmm?" He sounded way too smug for your liking, eyes roving your form. "I must say, that is a very good look. I could have you right here, if you would let me."

Heat painted a merry path up your neck, and his eyes followed it. "That is not the point. Why did you tell them?"

He sighed a martyred sigh, and you made a sound somewhere between a snarl and a whine. "Was I not supposed to, darling?"

"You don't kiss and tell,"you said in a low voice, glaring at him as best as you could from where you stood at over a foot shorter than him. Apparently it didn't work. It only served to amuse him further, and he leaned against the doorframe, radiating chaotic delight.

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window pains | jason todd

Summary: He's got a habit of coming in through the window. You want him to start staying... and using the door. 

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: injured Jason Todd (he's okay dw), angst, pining, mentions of Jason's death.

A/N: sooo.... i guess i'm a dc girlie now. just a reminder that every character i write will always be 18+!!! this is probably canon divergent but we make our own canon.

If you like this fic and want to see more, please let me know through reblogs ♡

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"Can't you enter my apartment like a normal person?"

"You know who you're talking to, right?"

"You're getting blood on my carpet, Todd."

It doesn't really matter. He'll come back and scrub it out as soon as his ribs are whole. And fuck if he's not good at getting blood out of surfaces. Jason Todd ought to start a housekeeping column. 

You catch his limp as he climbs over the windowsill. It almost topples him, but he gets to the couch before it does. He doesn't make a sound. 

That had freaked you out the first few times he'd stumbled through your window. Once, he came with part of a windshield wiper impaled in his shoulder. He'd lain on your couch so still and so quiet, you'd thought Red Hood had croaked in your apartment. Which would not have been a good look for you. Or maybe it would. Depends on who you ask. 

Sometimes you want to tell him to make sounds. To hiss and grunt and complain. To grab your wrist so you'll slow down as you pull thread through flesh. 

But it's not your place to request such a thing. You don't know where you reside in Jason Todd's life, but it's not somewhere where you can request to hear him hurt. 

Outwardly, his injuries aren't bad-looking. He takes off his helmet and tosses it somewhere under the coffee table. You offer a hand to help him lie down on the couch—he doesn't take it. 

"Jesus Christ, Jay." You suck in a sharp breath and peel back his bloody suit. "What'd you do?"

"Took a midnight stroll in the Botanical Gardens. Why, what'd you do?"

You frown, eyebrows pinching in the center of your forehead. Jason's stomach is mottled with purple and red bruises. There's a sticky gash right above his hip. A knife. Or a sword, maybe. Apparently, swords are commonplace in Gotham. 

"How'd they get you?" you ask. 

It's a rule-break. Jason's number one policy: don't ask questions.

You always do. Even when it was new, this… thing between you two, you'd ask. Who were they? Why did they hurt you? Did you hurt them back?

The last one, you always know the answer to. 

"There were, like, ten of them," he says. "Cut me some slack, will ya?" 

He has a cut across his lips. A ringed finger that caught on his skin, you guess. You wonder if he'd wince if you kissed him. If he'd wince at the pain or the kiss itself. If you'd know the difference. 

Rage suddenly cuts through you. It makes your hands careless, cruel; you pull the bandage around his waist too tight. Jason coils up slightly. 

"Jesus—ever heard of bedside manner?" he asks, looking at you through his lashes. 

"Ever heard of not breaking into someone's apartment and making them patch you up?"

"I don't make you," Jason says easily. "You wouldn't do it if you didn't want to."

That only increases your rage. Because he's right. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be. You'd have kicked him out four first aid kits ago if you minded. 

You yank down his shirt and pack up the kit. Jason shifts on the couch. A sliver of skin above his waistband is still exposed. You have to turn your head to force your gaze away. 

"No bandaids?" he asks. "All my cuts'll be exposed to the elements."

"You can put them on yourself." 

His cheek could use one. And his eyebrow. You're not in the mood. 

Jason doesn't say anything in response to that. You get up to put the kit back under the sink. 

"Can I crash here?" 

"Do what you want," you say, suddenly exhausted. Like it's you who just went six rounds with Gotham's scumbags.

You peek over the kitchen counter when you hear rustling and the couch springs squeak. Jason leans heavily on the arm of the couch, reaching for the window. You walk over and stand in front of him. 

"What're you doing?" you ask. 

"You want me to go," he says flatly. "So I'm going."

"I didn't say that, I said—"

"I can read between the lines." 

"If you could read between the lines as well as you think you can, we wouldn't be in this situation," you say. 

"What situation?"

You turn your head. "Nothing."

Jason steps towards the window. You block him again. 

"What is the matter with you?" you ask. "You're injured. Lie down."

"I'm not your responsibility," he says, glaring. "I'm leaving."

"No, you're not. And since you're allergic to using the door, you don't have a choice."

Jason's eyebrow rises. "Are you saying you'd physically prevent me from leaving?"

You lift your chin. "If that's what it takes."

"Hm. Can't tell if your confidence is stupid or brave."

"Lie the fuck down, Todd."

His lip curls. "I don't stay where I'm not welcome."

Sometimes you forget how young he is. Not that you're not also young, but, well… you don't feel your youth as acutely as other people your age might. It's something you two have in common. 

Here, in the gritty glow of Gotham, you are reminded that Jason Todd died once. Before he finished school. Before he fell in love. 

Your stomach churns every time you see that Y-shaped scar on his torso, strapped over him like a chain. 

"I didn't say that you're not welcome," you say. 

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to."

He sags against the couch and it occurs to you that he's as exhausted as you feel. 

"Can you just—" You touch his bicep. He winces even though there's no injury there. "Can you just lie down?" 

You stare at each other for another minute. Slowly, Jason lays down. His eyes are alert instead of heavy with sleep. Instantly, you feel guilty for making him think he has to be cautious around you. His hand curls protectively over his stomach. 

"Do you want a blanket?" you ask. 

He squints. "It's August."

"I know, I… I thought maybe the blood loss made you cold." 

"'M fine. Perks of being risen from the dead." 

You watch him get settled for a minute. He shifts his weight to his uninjured side and meets your gaze. His eyes are gray in the weak light. 

"You're tired of me," he says. 

Your head snaps up. "No, I'm not."  

"You are."

"I'm not tired of you, Jay."

You see it. The fear. He thinks this is the last time you'll let him in. He doesn't know you can't lock him out. You won't. 

You get up and go to get the kit from the sink again. Jason follows your movement the whole time. His face scrunches in confusion when you sit in front of the couch and unzip the kit. 

You pull out the tiny red bandaids. You'd bought them as a joke, initially. It had made Jason laugh and that had been reason enough to keep buying them. And then he let you actually put them on.

You peel the adhesive off of one and gently stick it on his cheek. He blinks at you, thick, dark lashes kissing the corners of his eyes. 

"I'm not tired of you," you say softly. 

"I'd be tired of me." 

"You keep this city safe. How could I be tired of Gotham's defender?"

Jason scowls and turns his head into the cushion before you can put the second bandaid.  

"I'm not its defender. The others protect this city a hundred times better. Nightwing does it with a smile on his face."

"I like that you go out there even when it's hard, Jay," you say. 

He doesn't respond. You lean in, so close that you can count the freckles on his neck. 

"Can I finish putting the bandaids on?" you ask. 

"I don't need 'em."

"You do. You need another on your forehead."

"It'll heal fine without it."

Your shoulders bunch like a cat on defense. You grab his cheek (gently, always gently) and his head whips to yours in surprise. 

"Jason Todd, I am not tired of you. I'm tired of the fact that you only come by when you need fixing."

He scowls. "I never asked you to fix me. If you want me to leave, I'll leave."

"I don't want you to leave, I want you to stay!" you burst. 

Jason scoffs. "No, you don’t. I'll overstay my welcome real fast."

"Maybe I care about you on purpose!" you say, voice rising. "Maybe I didn't stumble through a window; maybe I walked through the door and bought the bandaids and learned how to stitch wounds because I wanted to."

He suddenly looks overcome by grief. The agony in his face startles you. 

"I don't know how to use the door anymore," he says quietly. "All I do is stumble through windows."

Your hand slips off of his cheek. Jason closes his eyes; they fly open when you stick the second bandaid above his eyebrow. 

"You can come in any way you want to," you say, face an inch away from his. "As long as you come back to me."

His gaze darts to your mouth. You don't kiss him hard. He breaks anyway.

You avoid the right side of his mouth entirely, not wanting to pull at his cut. Jason shudders into your mouth. You cup his pulse through his neck and it quickens.

His eyes are wet when you pull away. His chest heaves like he's been swinging through the city. 

"I wanna try to use the door," he says. 

You touch the bandaid on his cheek, humming. 

"Then I'll leave it unlocked." 

Open Door Policy (Young Justice and Bat!Mom)

Ask: What would it be like to be the parental figure of Young Justice.

Well Anon, I got a little carried away with this ask, but I enjoyed doing it.

You weren’t sure how it happened. It wasn’t that you were complaining, you enjoyed it, but you just weren’t sure how it had happened. Probably because of Bruce’s bleeding heart. He picked up children like they were collectables.

You only became the ‘Teen Justice Mom’ because you didn’t like the idea of a group of teenagers running their own team and fighting villains. So you and Bruce started you open door policies, if anyone needed to talk both of you were available.

You honestly weren’t expecting any of the kids to take you up on your offer, but one night at midnight you heard a crash in your apartment, startling you out of bed. You ran out of your room to see Artemis desperately trying to clean up the nick-nacks that had been on your window sill. You opened your mouth to say something, anything really, but Artemis just said, “I thought you and the Batman were together.”

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