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haii update on all my content :3

ive decided to private my old works, i plan on re-writing & revising them + updating my old formats to match my current ones! all my spiderverse stuff is on hold tho bc im currently obsessing over dc/batfam so expect more content like that. sorry if i disappointed you ( ´ ▽ ` )

black cat! reader and mark grayson have such a fun dynamic. equivelant to a certian web slinger and his love interest. you two are different, at least you think so from what Mark has told you about this hero he's met.

like every black cat, you meet your future little fling by being caught red handed where you don't belong, by Invincible. At a museum at night, after hours and dangling upside down to steal the supposed " Jewel of the Sea'. You look like a delicate thing to mark, pretty and suspended with greedy claws reaching for glistening jewel through the spaces of red lasers. you blend in with pretty art pieces and glistening chandeliers. you should be framed on the wall and admired for all to see.

course, like all black cats, you get hauled to jail that night when invincible breaks his trance of staring long enough to aprehend you far too easily. you give in, give up. you don't like fighting against pretty men or people like him. that boyish grin and dimples that are apparent when you purred against his chest, trapped wrists encircling around his neck while you bat pretty eyes. you try to convince him poorly to let you go, and not give you up. you'd rather spend a night in his bed and arrested by his hands, than by locked up behind bars.

red and blue police lights catch the red of your lipstick on the corner of his lips, the smear of makeup never comes off quite right as much as he rubs at it with his fist. invincible is glowing, a red hue covers his cheeks when you give him a wink behind the glossy cop car window.

a few days later, you'll be out. no bail gives you freedom, but your keen cat like intelligence and your stupid minions that managed to bust you out. it gives you enough time to plot your next encounter with your colorful superhero, and how you can get revenge for him ruining your museum heist.

can someone help me find this fic?

It was a fic (i think one of the flash’s / wally x reader) who accidentally went back in time to stop Barbara & bruce from cheating on dick/ betraying his trust? I CANT FIND IT I NEED IT 😭

𓂃 ˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀𓂃𓈒 ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ 𓈒𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖

˖⋆⑅˚₊𖧷 ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴅɢᴇʜᴏɢ x [ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ] ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

: ̗̀➛ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ?

: ̗̀➛ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ[ꜱ]: mild angst, fluff

: ̗̀➛ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2k

➹ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: divider crdts: thecutestgrotto,strangergraphics

Shadow opened his eyes and squinted when the bright light greets his vision. The wind brushes through his fur, warm and welcoming. The grass pokes through his fur, cold and soft. The blinding light was then shrouded into a dim visage, leaves from the branches providing a veil. His head felt light as his body felt as though he had fallen into an endless pit of the nonexistent ground. 

“Finally awake, are we?” a soft voice spoke amidst the quiet, tranquil atmosphere. 

Shadow looked to meet a pair of warm and kind familiar eyes gazing back at him. Then slowly rises as if gravity was holding him down until he is in a sitting position. He places a hand against his head, processing the situation he is in. 

Shadow then finds himself asking, “How did I get here? Is this real? A dream?” he says as he looks at his gloved palm, trying to figure out whether he is dreaming or not, his mind still in shambles. He receives no answer so he turns his head to look at the person who he’s been trying to find ever since.. 

She only offered him a gentle smile as she stood up and held out a hand, indicating for him to take it. Shadow furrowed his brows, confused why she didn’t answer his question. He glances at her outstretched hand for seconds before he gives in and takes it in his. She gently pulls him up on his feet with a little giggle, the sound having Shadow even more befuddled at her antics. He knew she had always been a playful spirit in nature, but there was something peculiar in the layers of her mirthful demeanor. 

His eyes flickered to their still connected hands, and a fuzzy feeling suddenly poked inside him. Her hand felt comfortingly warm against his, but it vanished too soon when she let go of him. Shadow disregarded the feelings away as there were words that he needed to say, questions that needed to be answered. There was something foreseen in the air and the place he’s currently in, the leaves rustling, the winds whispering, all this was foreign to him. 

“What happened to you? Where are we and how come that you’re here?” the words slipped from him, his voice steady. 

But to his disappointment, the girl still had not provided him any reply, not even a single hint to make him understand what was going on. Though there was a little movement in her one ear and an unreadable glint in her eyes. Still, Shadow started to grow impatient at her incessant silence and narrowed his eyes.

“Why won’t you answer me?” Still no word from her as she blinked at him. He only sighed in defeat and shook his head. 

“At least tell me,” he says again, slow and restless; the one he’s been wanting to say ever since he woke up and her being the first thing he sees in his awakening. “If you’re alright.” 

And she finally responded with a nod as an answer to him. At least he was convinced that she wasn’t going to give him the silent treatment all day. Relief washed over him but the contradiction of her actions dwelled, the simple gesture not enough to sustain his intuition towards her.

Suddenly, she held out her hand again and curled them into fist. Shadow arches one brow, confused. A knowing smile finds its way to her lips again, a lilt in them. She repeats the same notion again and starts to slowly back away from him. Shadow, still left in the dark, wondered what she was trying to do until something finally jogged up into his head. 

Oh. 

It was the gesture between them of which she had created, a game probably, where she wanted him to follow her along. He always disliked them as he found them utterly ridiculous, such activity is not for him to partake in his nature. But there was nothing stopping the girl from always gesturing for him to do so, until he finds himself eventually giving in to her wiles.

 He rumbles a grunt in his chest. It’s not like he can’t do anything else at this point. There was nothing else in this world he’s currently in; just him and her. 

He finds himself taking a step forward, mindlessly, as the girl gets farther away from him. Then another step, and another, then his walks turn into a jog, until he’s following after her footsteps. He heard her laugh, the sound distant yet harmonic, echoing throughout the fields and into the trees, as both of them ran through the forest. For a moment, Shadow felt strangely at ease, a weight being taken off from his shoulders, a knot being tied loose. It’s like he could relive this moment for as long as he could.

With her. 

Her silhouette drifted to and fro in Shadow’s vision, like a pure enact of a nymph vanishing and appearing in the eyes of a lost wanderer, her laughs that sound of a melodic chant that lures them in. 

Shadow kept jogging after her, a rush of light adrenaline rushing through his veins, his heart starting to palpitate against his chest. No matter how close he got to her, she seemed to simply outran him with a lighthearted laugh. Perhaps she could be a potential opponent in terms of racing in the future.

Until they both slowly skidded to a stop when they reached the opening of the forest. A vast greenery land, garnished with a plethora of florals in various shades of color. The wind blew them as they danced along with its gust, a cascade of warm light upon the sky, the sun gleaming through the thinly veiled clouds that waltzes by. The girl lets out a breath of relief, closing her eyes as she relishes in the breeze, calming her nerves from the previous running. Shadow having no need to rest since he’s accustomed to it, as what he was created for in immune exhaustion for a little activity such as this one. 

After what seemed like a long time, at last out of breath, she said in the air, “I missed that.” 

Shadow looks at her and huffs, crossing his arms against his chest. “Decided to finally speak?” 

She turns around to meet his red, sharp eyes and links her hands behind her. “I’m sorry,” she smiles woefully at him as she continues, “I couldn’t risk them hearing us. The aura was too exposed at the place we were in.” 

Them? 

Shadow’s eyes taper in puzzlement. “What are you talking about? What do you mean by them? Just what is going on in this place?” The questions came flooding out once again, brick by brick of his burning curiosity sending him to the edge. 

The girl hums, lifting her head up to look at the clear sky and closes her eyes. “Dilly dally shilly shally. Why worry about a thing when you’re in the safest place you’ve ever been?” She says in a sing-sang voice, her gaze returning to him.

Shadow could only stare at her in pure bewilderment, baffled nonetheless. He has known her for a long appropriate period of time, and he never thought there will be a time where her character strangely feels out of ordinary, would ever ignite a sense of uncertainty in him. The way she was acting just does not sit right with him. What if she’s not real? Posing as an imposter to deceive him? What if something did happen to her and what all he’s seeing now is all the remains of who she once was? 

“Hey..” she softly calls out and Shadow instanly breaks from his clouded, dire trance. His attention diverted towards her and she was smiling reassuringly at him. “Don’t think about it so deeply or you might lose yourself.” 

Shadow breathes as if he’s been holding his breath the entire time. “I’m,” he starts, strain barely audible in his deep voice, “I have no idea what’s going on, especially with you. You’ve been gone for days and now, I woke up in a strange place and you’re the first person I see in it,” he trails for a moment and averted his eyes away in frustration, the mixed emotions he held in and suppressed, was slowly pouring out of him. “How do I even know if you’re her? That you’re real? Damn it, Rouge is worried about you. Omega can’t keep his machines from stirring every second whenever he mentions where you could be or how you were.”

This feeling in him, one that he’s repressing, foreign yet known. That feeling whenever he’s around her, although he tries to discard it away, it keeps coming back as if it has already been part of him from the very start. 

Silence came. None of them said a word as they stood in the meadow, nowhere, where both of them were the only living things that existed. The wind whispers amongst the trees, flowers partaking along. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes for the second time. Shadow huffs disapprovingly and presses his hand against his forehead, shrouding his eyes. “Is that all you can say?” he retorts in her way. 

He heard footsteps and the rustle of grass coming onto his way and before he knew it, he felt a warm, tender touch in his cheek. Taken aback, he whisks his head towards her, steel red eyes widening at the sudden close contact between them. No one had ever touched him like this before. Not since Maria. The sensation melted through him, a river of longing and ache running through his bloodstream. Her eyes that held his gleamed in sincere remorse and kindness combined that caused his heart to skip a beat. 

“I mean it,” she merely said to him as she smiled. 

There was an urge but Shadow resisted to act on it. The urge to take her hand, hold it against his, and never let her go; that she will never be taken from him again. 

So he chose to close his eyes and leaned into her touch and felt her hand stiffened the slightest against his cheek, surprised at his action before it relaxed. 

“Where are you?” Shadow utters quietly, a voice he didn’t think himself would possess. 

“I’m right here. I always have been.”

Her touch slips away too soon, like a silk coming free. Her warmth vanishes from him, leaving a trail of her touch lingering on his fur. 

“Tell me where you are,” said the dark hedgehog, his voice now serious and determined. The soon those words slipped from him, his surroundings started to dissipate into wisps like thin smoke. Alerted, Shadow quickly looks around as he witnesses the place he’s been in, the once calm field is gradually turning into disoriented images. Shadow cursed under his breath. 

When he looked for her, she was only a gap away from him, the smile etched on her face bordering between sadness and reassurance. “Don’t come for me.”

The world disintegrates further like a fire burning into cinder. With her words triggering something inside of Shadow, he sprints towards her yet before he could reach her, the gravity pulled him away. He struggled against the invisible force, outstretching his hand to her in desperation, weariness that ever glinted in his stone red eyes. 

“I will find you,” he shouts, the pressure in his chest and body urging him on as he attempts to break through the webs of gravity pulling them apart , “and I will come for you wherever you may be! I promise!” 

Then everything went to black with her face being the last thing he saw as he was pulled into vast darkness. 

Shadow’s eyes opened and groaned when he felt a throbbing sensation in his head. This was really getting tiring as of late now. It was only then he realized had fallen asleep against the wall. He looked around and saw Rouge still asleep on Omega’s arms, papers and pen scattered around the floor, walls imprinted on the wall. 

And his mind drifted to her. His head fell against his hands as his shoulder tenses while his jaw clenched. The hopelessness of not knowing of her whereabouts, her state, not even a single clue. The slow agony of the possibility of losing another person dear to him, someone he cherishes so deeply, Shadow had felt this kind of feeling before and it was happening once again. 

His fingers dug into his quills as he tried to compose himself. Now is not the time to despair. What matters is that he dreamt of her just as she dreamt of him, their subconsciousness connecting together, a sign that she had reached out for him just as he was trying to. It was a foretelling fortune, a sliver of hope. 

“I will find you,” he repeats again, just like he did to her in his dream. Whoever or what took her away from him, he swore on his grave that he is going to end their life. The one thing he cherishes that has been stolen from him, will not have an easy end in their face of death. 

00. spiderwocky ── kid-buggy

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index. prologue , chapter one , chapter two , chapter three ... to be continued. based on this

your head slams against the mech’s ceiling, and your vision blurs for a second. a troubled robotic voice keeps reading out statistics, leftwing engine down, visors breaking off, remaining web fluid at 17%, and enemy still engaged.

you have to wince, pushing your head against the whiplash, slamming a half-ripped off metal leg at the large metallic eyeball staring keenly in your direction. mysterio’s been trouble before but… you’ve gotten soft. 

a thin wisp of gas permeates the suit’s vents, and sp//dr’s robotic droning takes an almost human, frantic quality. “air quality has been compromised,” it hisses,  “(name), pulling out of battle is optimal.” you’ve got to ignore it, you think with strain, a thin string of web leaping out at the building behind mysterio, there are people in more danger than you.

pulling harshly on the string, you can hear the noisy clank of metal as the mech-suit’s arm bolts creak under the pressure, and propel yourself at the sphere. and you do it again, to the left, again, from the right, while sp//dr’s voice reads out the remaining fluid clerically.

"16%", slam it into the concrete building next to you, it makes a dent, "15%", swing it into a billboard, people are screaming, "14%", jump up into the sky on your- the suit’s- good leg, "13%" shoot out two strings to the ground besides mysterio-

"12%", slam him into the concrete, shattering the road under him. you’re running out of air. the sphere breaks a little, curling inwards like a cracked egg. you have to disarm mysterio- before he floods the streets with the brain toxin that-

that’s currently bypassed your filtration systems.

the suit takes a staggering step towards a boy inside the vessel, his head encompassed by a globe of white, a single eye etched and staring. you barely hear his “you’re taller in person”, more focused on another voice whispering to you.

 ‘make me nothing’, it says, it’s your father's voice. no, it’s sp//dr’s voice. a hand reaches up on its own, crushing a drone, ‘i’m a teenage weapon’. it’s your voice, your head, sp//dr. you can barely breathe, another hand sending a drone flying into the thin walls around you. "safe inside the colours", his face looks at you in pity, admiration. 

it’s a familiar look.

you stiffen, your mind clearing to sp//dr’s warnings. ‘i don’t need your love, boy.’ the suit’s arm slams against his skull, and he falls to the ground, with a strangled; “my voice!”. 

the brain toxin begins to leave your systems, flushed out by a steady, furious buzz in your ears, your vision clearing as you approach the man. his face is exposed, a bloody, spectacled and oat-haired figure. he croaks to you; “i hate my voice,” as though you’d care of it, “you don’t know me- i’m just a fan…”

his voice becomes shaky, and he’s struggling to blabber out his words. you’re tempted to web his mouth shut. “but i could have been anything to you…”

“did you ever get the mix-disc i made you?” he slurs, his cracked glasses breaking.

you don’t wake up with a jolt. there’s no chain of anxiety that hits you, no spider-sense going off. you’re well tucked under heavy covers when you open your eyes, rigid in your sleep. not in the suit, you haven’t been in it for a while. it’s sill broken, and you’re not… not at work. not right now.

it doesn’t feel natural waking up in the manor. you’ve been opening your eyes to the posters your roommate put up on your walls, insisting on brighter decor. grown used to waking to sounds of chatter, maybe the radio, or the school bell telling you were devastatingly late to class and would be reprimanded for it.

you’re not used to waking up to neat wallpaper in a dark, old room. in the house you’ve barely lived in, barely wanted to live in. wayne manor is a sad place, and you're suddenly glad they send you away for most of the year.

summer vacations are the most miserable time of the year, everyone being sent home or off on vacation with their parents until they come back for next term. all the time you're stuck going to a manor you don’t want to be in, in a city you’re close to hating, with people who’ve made it too obvious they don’t want you here. they never say it to your face. but you know well enough.

but- but this time it’s different. this break, you won’t go to trouble tim with a puzzle you’d hope would interest him, one he’d take from you with a nod, and never think about again. you won’t go watch jason sneak into the pantry from a distance, trying to muster up the courage to talk to him and inevitably fail each time, as he swiftly left again. you won’t even offer to ask alfred if you could help him tend to the garden, only for him to smile pitiably gently at you and ask you if you’d 'rather not spend your time having more fun elsewhere'.

this time, you have work. something to do. someone to be.

you take to sauntering awake to a little desk in the corner of the room at five? four? in the morning, and sliding the drawer open to pull out a thick and scrappy diary. you’ve been writing in this since they first sent you off, since you were nine. 

"SP//DR BOT" graces the page you flip to, in bright paint-marker-blue. the picture of a poorly sketched, vaguely-humanoid mecha-suit follows, on which you scrawl with a drying pen. for the last seven months you've had someone to be. so you'd best get to it; kid-buggy.

₊˚⊹ a/n : first fic i've planned up to completion,, let's hope all goes well!! let me know if you want to be in the taglist <3

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How to Remember (Chapter 3)

Relationship: Batfam x reader (platonic)

Summary: At the age of 11, you woke up in an other world without any guidance and all the money you once lacked. You were left with only your memeories and your other memories.

You tired to remember, their life, but it seemed like they didn't want you too. So when trying to navigate the intricate sides of an elite school, but you always got in trouble when it came to faces and names.

Cw: Slight dislocation

No use of Y/n

Wc: 5.8k

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The drive back to the manor was silent. The night is slowly moving on as they cruise along the tunnel leading back to the manor. This isn’t unusual for Bruce and Damian. They would always get in some type of fight with each other causing them to ignore each other, but this time is different. Bruce seems off. Damian knows that his father would never let his emotions show  easily. So picking up on something being off with him, even if only Damian could see a glimpse of it, is a rare moment.

Damian observes his father. Bruce didn’t move to speech, only blankly staring down the tunnel. Damian knows only one thing would make him so stuck, you. He isn’t sure why but it has to be you. From the photo on the wall to the way Bruce seemed far more concerned with your well being after tonight then he would for any normal civilian. You mean something to Bruce, and Damian hates that he doesn’t know why. Sure, you are very interesting to watch, and seem to have a decent head on your shoulders, for most things.

 But why you? 

What makes you the one to make Bruce Wayne, The Batman, lose his indifferent attitude? He alway cares for the people they are saving but never in the way Bruce seems to be so concerned with you. When they pull into the batcave, Bruce wastes no time getting out of the car and on to the Computer. Alfred stands idly by with medical equipment, and tea in hand.

 “Good evening to you too master bruce.” Alfred says with an abundance of sarcasm, his eyes follow Bruce across the room. “What has you in such a hurry tonight?” Alfred was pouring a cup of tea and handing it to Damian as he approached him. Bruce doesn’t respond, he is pulling up all known social media sites looking for the same thing ‘Gotham drone fight’. The screen is flooded with videos of you early that night, of you. Alfred drops trays when he sees you, He stares at your face on the computer, the way you smile. “Is that…”

“___, Yes.” Bruce grabs his chins and leans bad in his chair. Afred quickly starts to clean up the dropped tray and its content, he places them to the side as he walks closer to the computer. “They are different.”

“They are difficult.” Damia states matter-of-factly. He sets the empty tea cup aside as he walks over to the computer. He watches the video of you punching the man, you claimed you knew how to fight from martial arts but this seemed more like something someone would learn to survive, it was too inconsistent of material arts. Your kick is from material arts, it was clean and precise. “Father, how do you know them?”

“It doesn’t matter Damian” Bruce stares at the video for a while longer before he moves it to the side and brings up records for you. They all seem to be outdated as they only have a photo of you when you were younger. God, you looked depressed as a child. He starts clicking on other files bringing them, comparing and contrasting them to the video of today.

“I think it does matter when you can’t even think when they are in danger” Damian points out. He always knew how to get under his father's skin. Bruce stops, and slowly turns his chair towards damian. “Don't think I didn’t see how you froze up when they had a knife against their throat.” 

“That was nothing,”Bruce dismisses Damian's accusation as he turns back around to the computer, clicking on different files. For a few moments there is only the sound of typing and clicking in the room. Damian was trying to get a read on his father, what was he thinking at this very moment? He looks at the computer, most of this stuff was things he had found in his earlier research. Bruce reads the files so intently that it was almost like he was reading about someone from their family. Dmaian continues to watch his father, until a family portrait, or a photo of one.

It is a photo of a damaged portrait from both a fire and some type of tear, it looked like it was from a police investigation. Damian stares at it, there is a family of 3 in that portrait, only a mother and child are recognizably human, the father didn’t have and upper half. The mothers face is unrecognizable due to the damage, but the child has a bit more of a face then the mother. He moves closer to the computer. Bruces is too distracted by the other file and photos to notice Damian looking over his shoulder. Alfred, on the other hand, is watching Damian closely, he tensed up as Damian's eyes grew sharper.

 Damian looks closely and the child’s face, only half of their face is barely intact. The child’s looks as if they are staring into his soul, reading all of his secrets, they have a detached look in their eyes. Damian almost missed the familiarity because of the unsettling eyes.Damian feels Alfred's eye on him, but he has had enough of them avoiding his questions “Who is the-” Damian starts, but before he could get another word out Alfred pushes him toward the exit of the cave. “Alfred, what's going on?” He tries to dig his feet into the floor with little success.

“It is almost 8:00 am, Master Damian.” Alfred is rather abrupt, he is in a rush. “While master Bruce should also go to bed, he is an adult and I can't make that decision for him but I can for you.” Alfred ushered Damian to the exit even quicker. 

“Father, are you going to let him do this?” Damian holds back Alfred for a moment to see if he can get a reaction out of him.

“Alfred is right damian, you should go to bed, we have a big day ahead of us.” Bruce nods as he continues to read over things. Alfred pushes Damian into the elevator and pushes the button to go up. 

“Master Damian, please don’t ask Master Bruce about this, at least not today.” Alfred states in a hushed tone, he gives Damian an earnest expression. Alfred hopes Damian could understand, maybe one day. Damian folds his arms as the doors close, leaving Alfred and Bruce in the batcave to continue their work. 

Damian is furious. What make you so important to them? Damian is greeted by Titus waiting for him outside of the entrance. Damian pets his head quickly as he exits the elevator. He knows something is up now, and what his father and Alfred are hiding has something to do with you. He wants to know, no. He needs to know. He will know. Instead of walking to his room to sleep, he walks into the kitchen to feed his pets before he goes to sleep. When he walks into the kitchen, he meets 2 other people in there. One of them is grabbing food from the fridge as his laptop is resting on the countertop with his phone being right next to with articles pulled up on, and the other one is eating cereal while scrolling through his phone. 

“Good morning, Damian” Duke takes another bite of his cereal as his clicks on another video of last nights fight. “How was patroll last night?” Duke looks over his phone at Damian,smirking. Damian clenched his fist and grits his teeth. Duke, laughs at him . Damian takes a deep breathe and closes eyes, he doesn’t have the energy to deal with this. He walks over to a cabinet, opens it and takes out food for Titus, as well as his other pets.

“It was fine, thomas, just busy.” Wow did he sound like his father with the vague answers. He picks up titus’ bowl and pours some kibble in it. 

“Oh really, Nothing 

He stops and looks at Tim still standing in front of the fridge with the door wide open. “Drake, What are you doing?” He puts the bowl of food in front of titus and walks over to Tim, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

Tim jumps at the sudden contact, he quickly turns his head and holds his breathe. “Oh,” He lets out a sigh of relief and annoyance, because it was only Damian, and it was Damian. “I am grabbing food.” He pulls out an apple and a slice of cheese. Damian raises an eyebrow, Tim looks tired. Well he almost always is but he looks like he is trying to break the world record for the amount of time a human goes without sleep. Tim looks at his hands and puts back the slice of cheese and takes out the milk instead.  

“Drake, you should really think about something more nutritional than cereal.” Damian snaps at tim as he walks out of the kitchen. Duke stop mid bite and looks down at his food. Duke turns to say something but Damian is already half down the hall.

Damian is getting really tired of this cat mouse game when it comes to information about you. He is going to find out the truth, even if that means going to you.

“Okay,” Percy clasps they hands together and exhales “ So you fought the man that held a knife to your throat, in front of Batman and Robin, and it went viral?” Percy says through their gritted teeth, you raise your head above one of the multiple clothing rank of formal clothing that take up most of your foyer, which was already pretty large in itself. You stare at them, they are taken a back by your stare, which always seems far off, but then you hesitantly nods. “Of course.” Precy shout exacerbated, throwing their arms up into the air. 

“I can never understand how you change up so fast ___” Val laughs softly as he pats Percy’s shoulder, “I have never seen someone go from cry on my shoulder to being almost completely normal in less than 12 hours.”

“Well you see my dear, Val” You chirp as you push your way through the clothing hang on the rack, pulling out serval articles of clothing out with you. “I have my therapy appointment on monday, and we all that when I go longer then 3 week without talking to her I go completely off the rail, these clothing being exhibit A” you gesture toward the rows and rows of clothes. “Never would be going on a normal day” you say flatly.

“Then why are you going at all!” Percy screams gripping their hair and pulls on it. You giggle and and shrug you shoulders. “No thats bullshit. Tell me the real reason now.” 

“Fine-” you roll your eye, “I meet damian wayne yesterday at school, by running into him, we talked, and I want to mess with him” you look away from them. Their mouth drops wide open in utter horror. Val face palms shaking from his held back laughter. You knew Percy wouldn't be happy with you but hey it fun, sort of. 

“You are utterly insane” they laugh, “Listen i know you aren't from this world, but everyone know that the wayne’s are the equivalent to royalty in Gotham” You look at them blankly. “Of course you didn’t know.” You nod your head. “Okay, we will come back to this.” They crack their knuckle nervously as their eyes dart around the room before landing on you. “Go put those on!” They wave their hand at you as you tun off to the bathroom giggling. They fall down into a squat after you leave the room. 

“Percy, I will never know how you got everything together so fast.” Val sighs, he watches them as the are hunched over kneeling. “You do a lot for us.” 

“Tt- you don’t have to say that again.” they take a few deep breathes “But i would do anything for them” Val hums, agreeing with Percy. They were alway hopelessly devoted to you. They sit in silence for a while before finally Val break that tension.

“Do you really think we should let ___ go to their gala?” Val held a bit animosity in his voice when speaking of ‘them’.  Percy hold tightens their grip on their arms.

“They have no memories of them so it is a dangerous bet,” You were walking back as they are talking, you stop at the mention of you. You hide behind a wall to continue to listen “ but we might be able to play off because of how things ended with the original ___ but I have my doubts.” Percy furrows their eyebrows. Your heart tightens. You remain quite as you peak around the corner.  They walk over to a rack over on the far end of the rack and pick out two suit that didn’t look like they were meant for you.

“What are the suits for?” Val question walking over to them.

“Us,” Percy hands a suit Val “You didn’t think I was going to let them go on their own did you?” Val’s mouth drops, but then he smiles and takes the suit from them.

“You are just as attractive as the day I meet you” He teases. They roll their eye and smile. You take this chance to walk out, you were quick to put on a cheerful smile as you quickly walk out from behind the wall. They turn to look at you.

“Maybe you should save the flirting for later, lover boy.” Percy pats Val’s cheek and walk towards you. They looks over your outfit just making sure everything is in place. “Perfect, now don't forget your shoes, and to brush your teeth”

“Wow, can't you just compliment me?” You sigh while pursing your lips, “you will never stop nagging you.” you laugh. Percy’s eyes soften as you laugh, they place a hand on you cheek and smile. It’s rare a genuine smile from them and not some strand laugh or tight smile when someone annoys them. It’s a real smile, not big or bright but a smile all the same.

“You look amazing.” they whisper to you, your heart tightens more as they pat you cheek a retract their hand  “now go up stair and brush your teeth. Your breath stinks” 

“Of course you would do that.” You shake your head “You two should get dressed, I wanna eat something before we go to the gala” 

“Of course” Val and Percy say in unison

You push Val and Percy toward to separate bathrooms for them to change before walking up to your room. You still feel the fresh air from you broken window, ‘replace within the next day my ass’. You walk in to your bathroom, everything was out of place thanks to Robin from the night before. You mentally note to take care of this later. You start brushing your teeth and let your mind wonder. It was about half past six in the evening now and you had only woken up maybe four hours ago, but really you got up with Percy arrived. You had never slept for over 12 hours, or not since you first came here. You know something was off about last night but you have yet to figure it out.

There almost always some villain that show up toward the end, you weren’t going to stick around for that. it started at six and ends at midnight (really one to two am), but knowing you, you are going to be there around eight since you aren’t going to leave here without getting something to eat (even if that meant you brush your teeth for nothing). You spit out the toothpaste foam, or whatever its called, and wipe you mouth on a hand towel discarded on the floor, while turing on the sink to wash it down the drain You look in the mirror fixing you outfit and hair. You alway wonder what it would’ve been like to see you mom here with you. 

What would she have said, done, and how she would’ve she looked at you. She probably would’ve come with you to the gala, she would be protective and scare of all the weird people that come near you two. Val and Percy would actually be able to enjoy the party. You always would want the impossible to be possible. This is only a far off dream of your, having to people you hold dear now and the person you have always held dear in the same world could never happen.

You let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding. You exits your bathroom returning downstairs. Percy and Val still seem to be changing to so you take this as your que to grab a snack from the pantry, and scroll through social media. You, as you predicted, went viral, some love you, some hate you, and some are able to just admit they are jealous. It didn’t really matter what they thought, you are just having fun with it. You come across serval post about the Wayne gala to night, mostly from gothamites. They are mostly posting about the drama and fashion that comes from events like this, but a few did raise a good point about how even if it is of charity, there was no need for it to be so fancy and exclusive. You kind of agreed with them.

You turn off you phone, and place it down as you are finishing up the snack. You look over at the pile of mail on the table, still unsorted. The invitation is still where you left it, you didn’t really read it all, you leave your phone and snack on the counter and walk over to table and pick up the invatation

“___, Where are you?” Percy calls, from another room. “We need to get going soon.” Percy is  getting closer to you as they continue to talk.

“I am in the kitchen Percy, needed a snack,” You quickly slip the invite into a safe place, while you walk back over your snack. You finish eating and throw away the wrapper right as Percy enter the kitchen. They are a very elegant person, you honestly were in awe when first meeting them. You rarely seem them dress so formally, but it was nice. They were adjusting their earring when they walked in, you smile softly at them. “Wow, you look amazing.”

“Thank you,” They run their hand over their suit to flatten our wrinkles “now if Val could just hurry up.” They raise their voice so that Val could hear them, but val round the corner right as they finish.

“Calm down you cant rush perfect, now.” Val smirk at Percy, they roll their eyes and walk away from you and him. Val’s face falls and you laugh “What did i do wrong?” He turns to you with a defeated look. 

“You have an ego” you walk past him following Percy towards the front door. He stands the for a moment before following after you as you are leaving the apartment. The three of you enter the elevator, Percy presses the button for the ground floor

“So how are we getting there?” Val asks “It doesn’t look like we will be taking the normal car.” he nervously adjust the sleeve of his suit, cars always made him nervous.

“You’re right about that,”Percy replies, as the grab his sleeve and re-adjusts it for him.  “___ was admit that we let them drive their Motorcycle” a cold sweat rolls down Val’s face after hearing that you would be driving. “So we will be taking a separate car”

“Haha, don’t worry I wont drive fast” the elevator doors open “or at least i won’t get caught” you leave Val in utter shock while a stressed Percy drags him as they follow behind you into the lobby.

“Did you really have to say that?” Percy rubs their temple as a reluctant Val is struggling to form words. “You just made it worst for me to deal with.”

“Sorry not sorry.” You stick out your tongue. “you wouldn’t want to drive with me anyways” You smile as they quickly try to regain their composure from your idiocy. Percy walks away in a toward valet, leaving you and Val alone. Val looks at you, concerned.

“Are you sure you wanna go?” He looks at you in your eyes. For a moment you really consider if this is what you really want. You don’t really know why you are going in first place, you could easily have a simple weekend and do nothing but bask in your new social media fame while eating Batburger for the 3rd time this week. 

“Yes,” You stop, “mostly” Val’s stare really wears you down quickly “Not really, I am just nervous but I feel like I am too far in.” so the truth finally comes out. “I just kinda want to go to figure out why i am invited in the first place, you know? And i think it would be kinda fun to annoy damian”

“But are you really going to just annoy Damian?” Val was alway good at raising good points at the worst times “It seems like your doing to much for a guy you just meet.” he place a hand on your shoulder and give you a reassuring squeeze.

“I hate when you’re right.” You look at Percy who already seems to be losing hair, you feel bad but you feel like this is needed. “But i am trying to understand why i am invited in the first place sp, I still think i should go.” Val presses his lip together.

“Fine, but we can leave whenever you want.” Val let’s go of your shoulder as Percy returns with two key and hands you one of them. 

“Of course” You tighten the grip on your keys, you sometimes wish you be more honest with them, but you can never feel like they care for you like they seem to for their version of you. You walk out grabbing the helmet from the valet attendant as the get off of the motorcycle. 

“Now, don't be too crazy.” Percy grabs onto you helmet before you put it on. “We want you alive, and not more injured than you already are”

“Okay”  You smile at them as you start the engine “I won’t do any wheelies then” You put on your helmet and quickly push up the kick stand up, waving bye to Val before Percy could get in another word in, you speed off.?

You weave between the cars on the street as you drive. You rarely drive, but when you do it’s always fast and messy; this time is no different seeing as you just missed your turn. Probably would miss the turn at least 3 more times before finally getting it right. To be honest you might do it subconsciously to make the drive longer, but whos knows. Lights of the city blurred together, you always feel the most free when you act the most reckless.. When you finally get the right turn you slowed down as you approach the entrance.

The gala was being held in wayne tower (which was only meant to be a 5 minute drive for you, but you easily turned it into a 20 minute drive), Percy and Val are waiting by the entrance for you. The paparazzi lines the stair, lights flashing as you pulled up and pull off you helmet. The red carpet is busy with serval celebrities and business officials posing and taking interviews There already seems to be a commotion a bit further up, you try to look to see who it might be but the flashes blinds you.

“You would think they might not use the flash as much” you use your hand to cover you eyes as you turn away from the red carpet. Percy walks up to you left side and leans in covering their mouth with their hand.

“Maybe you were here 15 minutes ago you wouldn’t have had to deal with this” they jest at you “You seem to be upstaged by a wayne member who just arrived” You roll your eyes as you squint harder to try to make out which member it might be. Val approaches you on the right.

“I think you should start moving instead of acting like you are apart of the paparazzi” He gently pushes you forward a step in front of him and Percy “You can’t act too star struck now, you didn’t even know the wayne two days ago” Val laughs. 

“I am not star struck,” You start walk up the stairs moving around the people posing “just trying to see if it’s damian so I can annoy him faster” Percy and Val let out a heavy sigh trying to hide their laughter. You see a man in a suit a talking to a news anchor as you walk up the stairs, you can easily assume that is the mentioned Wayne. It wasn’t damian, he was too happy to be talking to someone, you almost immediately lose interest. You look toward the paparazzi, they were all focused on the Wayne. You start to feel pressure behind your eyes as they go in and out of focus. 

“At least we won’t have to deal with the media” Val lightly nudges you to the side, you blink a few times before you look up at him. He gives you a sly grin, “We wouldn't need theses sharks looking for fresh blood on out door step.” You are quick to get back in to moment.

“Hey!” you slap his arm “How dare you compare sharks to these people? At least shark are cute!” He let’s out a low laugh as percy was pinches their nose

“You really need to start moving rather then just stand here.” Percy whispers into your ear, you nod your head to acknowledge them, all while rolling your eyes as you starts walking up the stairs.   

You look straight forward for the most part. You know its better to keep a low profile rather then make your presents know, but of course you are meant to make a mistake. You look over for no more then ten seconds, and yet they recognize you. You almost immediately look forward again but it is already to late, someone recognizes you. It is a a domino effect after this. Slowly, each reporter and photographer are trying to get you to pay attention to them.

“Shit” you squeak out as Percy quickly guides you through the crowd avoiding the sides as best as possible while Val follows closely behind trying to shield you. But with your luck you run in to someone separating you and Percy. You try to find you way back to them however you are met with a wall of mics. 

Oh well isn’t this just perfect?

You don’t know what to do in front of camera when they have people behind them, so what’s better then giving them two thumbs up and a half assed smile? Anything. So that’s what you do as the cameras click away. 

“Who are you?”  a reporter loudly asks, you feel the panic start to set in.

“Uh…” You can feel your mind turn to radio static.

“Don’t say anything.” Val and Percy simultaneously yell at you in a panic 

“ I am ___ ” Their words reach your brain a second too late. Instant regret fills your mind. They start call out your name being followed by serval variation of the same question. Your head is spinning from the crowd. You start to move up the stairs once again trying to avoid answering anymore questions. Val and Percy quickly follow after you. 

You bump into the wayne who was now paying more attention to the commotion you caused then then person interviewing him. Percy quickly guides you away from him as you barley see his eyes meet yours as you are being usher into the building. You feel sick. You quickly find a place to sit down. Val and percy talk a bit before, Percy takes out their phone and calls someone.

You are unable to walk from uneasiness that grows in your heart. You feel as if thousands of hands are crawling up your back, all while someone is forcefully keeping your eyes open to watch a fast moving filming . His eyes, you know them, you knew them. You always want to remember the life of the other you, but when you did it is always painful. The memories are never clear enough to understand, but the emotions are. You can’t even deal with your own issues to adding on someone else's makes it worst.

Fuck, this is going to bite you in the ass this week.

“Wow, that was something.” You play with your fingers staring at the floor as Percy is on the phone pacing while Val is trying to get you to say something. “Are you okay? They didn’t try to grab you right?” You nod your head, not looking up at him. Percy ends the call and sighs.

“Okay,” Percy claps their hands together “ we will have people to help us get out of here when you are ready to.” you don’t respond. They put their phone away in a pocket of their suit, then sit next you. “Are you..?” they gently and slowly wrap their arms around your back. You flinch away, before looking up at them and then to Val. 

“No, no. I am here. I am fine.” You shake out your hands, then wipe them on your clothes as you get up quickly. Pushing their arm off of you. “Thank you for getting people for after.” You smile at them, “sorry to cause so much concern”

“Its okay.” They stand up and pat your back. “We should have done this to begin with.” Val nods in agreement. You try to ignore the way the memories make your head throb. 

“We underestimated the impact of social media” Val looks towards the door. Many of them are still attempting to take photos of you in the lobby. You use your hand to shield your eyes from the flashes of the camera. 

“You wouldn’t say.” You look at Val from the side of your eyes before you look around the lobby. The receptionists have gone home and it was only a few rich people in far off corners of the room. Some of them are starting at all of you as you are in the middle of the lobby. “Let’s just get up stairs.”  

“I agree.” Percy grabs Val’s arm and walks him over to the elevator waiting for you. You give the lobby one last glance before you walk over to elevator. You press the button to call for the elevator. The elevator couldn’t have come at any later, the Wayne from earlier entered the lobby. You can feel the memories trying to rip away the fog put up by the other you, but it is easier to handle now. You take a glance at him just to try and figure out which Wayne it was. 

It was difficult to tell with most of the boys because majority of them are copies of Bruce with no biological relation, so it would be better to go off of age. He looks older than you, around 20-25, closer to middle of that guess though. With process of elimination you safely assume that it is Tim Drake, famous for being just as smart as Bruce, maybe even smarter. He has his own personal fortune thanks to his parents, so he is familiar with the upper-class environment. Basically, avoid him because of the headache and having no experience in ‘high society’. He seems to be to more consumed by the crowd of rich people who had left their corners. They are like shiver of sharks coming at him as if he is fresh prey.  You grin and bite your inner lip as you recall the nature document you used to watch in public school.

“Percy, What do always you compare theses events to?” You turn your eyes away from Tim as you look at Percy. They look at you from the corner of their eyes.

“It is like toddlers and tiara, but it’s only the overbearing adults who couldn’t fill their need for attention.” Percy looks toward the crowd growing around Tim. You cover your face as you are giggling quietly. “But this seems to be more like the pageants and its the adults competing instead.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You clear your throat like you have to cough trying to conceal your laughs. You look back over for a moment to try and get another visual of the crowd, but you are surprised to see Tim pushing his way to the elevators, towards you. 

Why did i decide to be so difficult for myself?

You drag your eyes away from him. Right on que, there was the blessed ding of the elevator. The doors open and you are quick to step in, while trying to get Percy and Val to get on so you could close the doors. As much as you would love to understand the connection, you don’t really want to have to deal with emotions of the memories, and the possibility that he might recognize you, if he knew the other you. 

You weren’t quick enough of course, he steps on right as the doors star closing. You hide your face as he turns back to all of you guys. “What flo-” he stops mid sentence. Shit. “Percy?” your eyes go wide, he recognizes percy? You turn your head slightly, only enough to see percy out of the side of your eye. They did not look happy in the slightest, they look almost hateful to him.

“What floor do you think?” they fold their arms and doesn’t even try to hide their annoyance behind their smile. “There’s really only one floor we could be going to.” They push him to the side as the press the button for the top floor. 

“Yeah of course.” Tim awkwardly turns a back a round. You go back to staring at the wall of the elevator, it was surprisingly fun to look at, but the ride seems to be endlessly slow. Percy and Val move in front of you blocking his view of you. “I saw __ with you early,” you freeze up as the elevator grows more tense  “did they already go to the gala without you?”

“I don’t think you need to know.” Val speaks up. unlike Percy. he is trying to hide his emotions with a calmer tone. Why are they trying to hide you?

“Well I mean it kind of is, seeing as I am a ward of the hosting family.” TIm snaps back with a stranded smile. Val and percy are both about to respond as the elevator door open. A woman stands in front of elevator.

“Invitations please” she smiles.

Quick A/N- Just to clarify the ages of batfam, and reader + co. (i did age up and age down some for story purposes sorry if this bothers you)

Damian - 15

Duke - 17 (same grade as reader)

reader's friend group - 17-18

Reader - 18

Cass- 18-19

Steph- 19

Tim- 22 (i think tim is meant to be 6 to 7 years older than damian so he is finally not 17 )

Jason- 24

Barbara - 33

Dick- 30

Percy- 40

Val- 38

Bruce- 44

Alfred- 63.

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pairings. vamp!batfam x gn!batsib reader

warnings. these are just general ideas/hcs I had for the batfam, not a fic. death, murder, general batfam content no specific series or iteration.

What if…

• Bruce came from a long lineage of vampires, and the people who murdered his mother and father were vampire hunters.

• After his parent's murders he finds out from Alfred that he's a vampire, and that Alfred was also a vampire.

• Time skip to him adopting Dick

• Instead of Dick becoming orphaned and getting adopted by Bruce, he dies alongside his parents. Only to be brought back by Bruce biting his neck and turning him into a vampire.

• Insert conflict between Dick and Bruce about him only saving Dick and not his parents as well + possible survivors guilt; this leads to him going off to do his own thing after his days as Robin ( + him not wanting to be in Bruce’s shadow )

• Incomes Jason's tragic tale

• I think he’d be one of the few non-vampire Batfam members since he got brought back by the pits

• Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian, Cass, and Duke would all be vampires in this au. Steph, Barbara, Jason, and Reader would be some of the few humans they’d have around.

• Damian is half demon half vampire (insert -Damian- alpha/single/emo/half-demon/vampire/prince)

• Tim would come from a line of vampire hunters, getting turned into a vampire one night by accident and being taken in by Bruce (idk much about his lore & parents so let's just say that he ran away or they disowned him but couldn’t bring themselves to kill him) 

• I think Damian’s introduction would be the same

• Same with Cass but her parents would be vampires.

• I think Bruce would have a rule in place similar to the “No killing” rule, just that they can't drink human blood

• Reader is introduced to the Batfam by accidentally stumbling across it during a rainy night, stereotypically breaking into a “what seems to be abandoned mansion but is actually the home to a bunch of immortal vampires.”

• They couldn’t turn away a weak–half dead human, so they take them in and let them stay “temporarily”

• Obviously their stay was not temporary, over the few days that the storm rained over Gotham, Reader grew close to the members of the batfam.

• They all came to a unanimous agreement to keep them there, even if they had to hide their identities (both vampire and vigilante)

• Possible yan au / or something with obsessive themes

aaaaa sorry for this being short and booty, I wanted to get a post out & write some more but my laptop keeps lagging whenever I do anything. Ill def go back n edits some stuff :((

you just made me realize one of the main reasons why i barely ever feel engaged w a lot of mark x reader fics omg, so many people on here characterize him as this of pliant “softboi” who can never do anything wrong bc he has trauma so much it feels like he’s an entire different person when they write him LOL no shade at all but if mark was as one dimensional and weak willed as ppl portray him as i genuinely wouldn’t like him like i do now 😭

INVINCIBLE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!!!

oh my god YES you get it completely.

no shade to anyone, but you’re so right so many fics flatten him into this super soft, trauma-coded, shy, clumsy “yes man” version of mark, and it completely misses the core of who he actually is. yes, he struggles. yes, he’s emotional. but that doesn’t make him weak or passive. it makes him messy. it makes him reactive. and honestly, sometimes it makes him dangerous.

people forget that mark can and does do real damage. not in a harmless way, but in a way that hurts people because he leads with his heart and his instincts instead of thinking things through. he’s impulsive. he’s stubborn. he doesn’t just roll over when someone tells him what to do he fights back, even when it’s painful.

like when he literally gives up on heroism in the comics. not just because he’s mad at the GDA, but because he realizes the whole system he fought for is fundamentally broken, he wants to protect his family, and staying would mean betraying himself. that’s not some passive sadboy move. that’s a gut-wrenching, conscious choice to walk away from everything he thought he was supposed to be.

people really miss how mark is actually portrayed sexually too. the fandom loves making him this whiny, submissive mess in relationships, but if you actually read the comics? when he gets older, even in his late teens and early twenties, he’s way more confident. he’s not shy about wanting things, emotionally or physically. he initiates, he asks, he wants.

he's a man who likes sex, who gets good at it, and who is not afraid to get messy, greedy, needy and to give as much as he takes. no offense, but fandom keeps writing mark like he’s this shy, blushing bottom who falls apart if you touch him, and that’s not him at all. in the comics, he’s confident, physical, and not shy about wanting someone. he’s not some giggling teehee virgin or a trembling sub and he’s not a strict, cold dom either. he’s human. messy, eager, hungry. he fucks like he means it because he feels everything hard and real, not because he’s performing some kink stereotype.

it’s like people are scared of a guy who’s emotional and sexually aggressive/active in a healthy way, so they flatten him into some weird soft uwu caricature that has nothing to do with how he actually acts. mark is messy, he’s real, he’s passionate. but that’s who he is. he grows up. he’s allowed to want sex and have it without it being ooc.

he’s not some clueless virgin blushing at a kiss. dude would absolutely pin you down and ruin you with a stupid smile on his face.

and then there’s the Oliver and Allen fight one of the biggest proof that he’s not weak-willed at all. he literally goes against his own brother and friend to stop the release of the scourge virus, because he knows it’s wrong. he knows it would cause genocide, and even though it shatters his relationships, he still stands his ground. because that’s who mark is. he’s emotional, he’s stubborn, he screws up but when it matters most, he chooses what he believes is right, even if it costs him everything.

you can definitely tell when some fic writers either haven’t read the comics (which, fair, they’re long), or honestly haven’t even fully paid attention to the show. they just base him off a one-dimensional stereotype like he’s this helpless, submissive little softboy who needs protecting. and that’s just not mark grayson.

he’s layered. he’s messy. he’s a disaster sometimes. but he fights, and he grows, and that’s what makes him one of the best written characters out there.

i’m so glad this clicked for you too omg. same braincell, same emotional damage, same desperate need to defend comic/show mark’s honor forever <3 this ask had me going on a rant but i genuinely had to talk about it.. :)