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But it's more of in disgust and confusion lmao but also she might be drunk so she's having a terrible time trying to explain what she means.

Clark, having grown up on earth, has no idea what she's talking about and is horrified at what she might mean lmao. He gets self-conscious and asks her if he actually reeks like sweat or something.

Basically, after finding out about Conner[who is only known as superboy for the beginning part of the story bc he doesn't actually have a proper name], something in Clark's body was triggered and now his alien biology is working its thing lmao.

So, in actuality, every time Clark goes to see him, it's only bc his body is urging him to check on his offspring. He can't stay away from him for too long. It sort of gives him weird withdrawals and forces him to be a part of Conners life. Kara doesn't connect the dots until later on when she meets him but yeah.

And the reason for her reaction being so specific is bc his biology is working against his human mindset, and since reader is currently acting as Conners caregiver his body reacted to that information and their roles are sort of reversed in alien terms.

Ig I'll headcanon that the fathers develop stronger bonds with their children when they're babies bc they leave the mother to recover?? I'm just spitballing atp but you catch my drift right😔 and anyway. Reader is the "male" in their "relationship". Bc this is actually a situationship lmao. And then there's the fact that reader is already married and coupled with Bruce so it's all just an entertaining mess to Kara.

Like imagine.

" Ayo cus' ur crazy for having an affair baby but kudos bc I didn't think you had it in you" and it's just her making her own assumptions when neither of you were involved in this baby making process 😭😭😭

Eventually she has to explain to Clark that his sudden bouts of anxiety and increased physical touch are rly him scenting both you and Conner and to make sure yall are still alive and to "ward off" any potential predators/suitors/threats😬and she's like "ur such a girl failure bruh"😜

Anyways yeah. Idk if I did this whole "scenting" trope correctly but that's my take on it on my au specifically lmao.

I've only seen a HANDFUL of ones shots and that's it. Moment I saw her on screen it was over for me and she's STILL GOT IT after the time skip WHAT DO YOU MEAN there's nothing out there for me to read on her😭😭😭😭

And Oksana?!?!? She was too pretty for that to have been her fate. I didn't even know her and was DEVASTATED for the five seconds of screentime she got.

All this to say, I'll wait on the masters to write something on Melina till I'm no longer breathing(i would try but im not confident I'd be able to pull off writing her). I might consider writing something with Oksana as an older sister for a reader/self insert fic where everyone is just dtf with you.

I'm sry but the amount of ppl I would fold for is crazy. It would maybe be a X Natasha but maybe end up X Yelena?!?!? But there's a nice sprinkle of Bucky somewhere in there too so idrk 🤷‍♀️😭🙏🏽it would be kinda messy ship wise bc I wouldn't be able to make my mind up lmao

You weren't really one for fanfare, so it surprised Mark to see you in such an outfit or superhero costume to be more specific. Back on Viltrum, you had little care in things like appearances. It was always father or someone on the council telling you to clean up or look presentable enough to represent the prestige and dignity of your line and the empire.

You would scoff at their insistence but eventually gave in by the end of the day. It was those small things that annoyed him the most about you.

To think that they placed all their hopes in the future of their lineage onto that. He thinks it might be because no one really raised you. Debbie was around for a bit, but you didn't really remember her, if at all.

You were around three when father killed her. He claimed to have done so because he could not bear the thought of her existence possibly softening you, especially in your pliable years.

Apparently, he did not have the same grievances towards Mark. He had won him over to his side long ago when he was still a preteen. He was closer to father than he was to you. Father used to attempt to create small events or opportunities for the lot of you to bond once you began to understand everything around you, but your brattiness and the lack of their presence went unchecked for too long by that point and nothing they did interested you.

The only ones you seemed to listen to at any degree were Thula, Kregg, and Conquest, and that was if you were being generous. It did not amuse your father in the slightest, but he never tried to change anything about it either. Mark noticed you tended to gravitate towards Kregg the most when it came to guidance or really anything else, he didn't care about it much, just grateful that you were at least going to the one that had the most patience within the empire.

He caught a strange feeling in his chest when he once thought you were coming to him for something. A request or advice, he did not know, but he caught you going around the empire asking around for him. He hid for a bit, avoiding you, until he had to get back to his duties, and you inevitably found him.

You had asked him why Conquest was named Conquest. A simple question. An unexpected one. An irritating one. He was confused at first, but once you started running your mouth about how much you disliked it and Viltrums customs, there was a ringing in his ear and a warmth that crept up on him.

You went through all that trouble just to waste his time about something stupid, something stupid that the two of you couldn't even laugh about and have a conversation of. You hadn't spoken to him in years, and that was what you brought his attention to? He scoffed and rolled his eyes, pushing you aside as you did the same and ran off the other way, your attention no longer on him.

He felt embarrassed to even consider the thought that you would seek him out for something as mundane as advice or a little chat. What did he know, though? He didn't even know you, just that you were his little sister. The kind that his friends and mother on earth told him he'd have to play with and protect. It was a lie. You were nothing but a stranger to him. Someone for you to spend your time with when you were bored.

The spare his father had around.

A spare that lost meaning or purpose over time the more you diverted from their culture and their lack of disciplining you.

Within the next few years Conquest, or "Connie" as you had dubbed him, seemed to be the one you followed around and trained with. Everything you learned, you were learning from him.

Eventually father took an uneasy notice and had Thula and the others around you more, in an attempt to train you or keep you obedient. Mark couldn't really tell. He sometimes caught a weird glint in father's eyes when you passed by with Connie in tow, he didn't want to assume but perhaps it was akin to the look he had when another kid on the playground had a toy he wanted, jealousy.

It was comical how father held such frustration at such a trivial issue. Suddenly he wanted to be your precious father now that another threatened the position that was rightfully his?

Never mind all that, he could care less what father really wanted to do with you in the future, the empire would be his anyway.

You'd eventually started warming up to him and father once you started to mature a bit. Nothing too drastic, small steps at first. You'd ask how his day was, and he'd give a mundane answer, not thinking that you were being serious or actually cared.

He'd never asked you the same. He always knew what you were doing since you were always on Viltrum. You were never permitted leave, nor did you ask for it. Not many places You'd even be able to go being viltrums most valuable asset. They couldn't afford you being injured, as invulnerable as you were.

You did know how to fight and were given regularly scheduled sparring matches with the council, but nothing passed that. You recently took a liking to Kregg and his methods, which annoyed the man himself, as he wanted his time spent working with the actual heir of the empire. Though he'd never dare voice his qualms about your requests.

You were left to your own devices for the most part. The empires archive had access to all the knowledge they've accumulated from conquered planets, and you would spend some time there, if only to just have something to do. You'd watch things and read. Nothing too groundbreaking or concerning enough for them to intervene.

They should've guessed your change in mood and approaches were due to you seeking out a greater understanding from your home planet, earth.

You snuck up on Mark one day. You should've expected the punch he gave you across your face from startling him. He nearly thought you were trying to cull him, to further solidify your spot within the empire. It wasn't too far off from what they used to do before their numbers dwindled. He wouldn't have thought you were capable, but he didn't put it above you possibly committing regicide.

"Fuck!" You yelled out after you held your nose and blood leaked out uncontrollably. You felt a weird crack in your cheek as well but didn't pay it much mind as it wasn't what was currently bleeding.

"Hello to you too, jeez." You winced. The casual way you went about it and newfound vocabulary made him falter for a second.

"Don't do that again." He huffed, moving his fingers into a fist and holding it to see if he had any damage. Of course he didn't, but your face felt so solid for being the only time he ever laid a hand on you. He felt odd seeing you try to wipe up the mess off your face, guilty perhaps.

Why should he though? If they still went with old viltrum customs, the two of you would've been sparring every day since the moment you survived your short-lived infancy. At around four if he had to go by earth unit's.

The council had actually brought this up recently. Had discussions about how you should be given more opportunities and educated how Mark was no matter how valuable you were. You were still a viltrumite, after all. They couldn't afford for you to be a brat forever.

Father and him were going to have to start looking for marriage candidates for you soon enough. They couldn't just let you be another planet's problem no matter how much they wanted to.

"What do you want?" He asked, trying to speed up whatever it was you wanted with him. He didn't have time for your shenanigans today.

"Let's hide for the day." You simply replied. That made him quirk a brow. What did you mean by that? Had an enemy gotten into the empire and threatened you somehow, and now you were trying to warn him in some way? You kept glancing around the corner of the tower you had found him at.

"Why, what's wrong?" He suddenly grabbed your shoulders and squared them so you would face him and explain.

"What? Nothing's wrong, it's what humans call 'hooky'. We should do that. Give Kregg a heart attack at not being able to locate us, and we can gorge on snacks or something. Do anything but whatever you were supposed to go to for today." You laughed just imagining it and covering your mouth from how amused it made you feel.

His defenses were shot down once you explained, and now he was stuck standing there with you, thinking about what could've possibly led you to do this and why you wanted to include him in it.

"Ugh c'mon Mark. I know planning another planet for extermination is boringgg. Let's just hang out for today and forget about everything." You swatted at his arm, which was crossed on his chest.

Now that you were this close to him he could get a better look at you, your face already healing but still holding the baby fat you'd be shedding over these next few years.

"Find someone else to play with, I have things to do." He rolled his eyes and got ready to fly away until you grabbed his leg to keep him from escaping.

"No! Everyone else around here either has a stick up their ass or will tell on me to dad." You whined.

"Please?" You begged. You never asked Mark for anything till now or ever went out of your way to talk to him much or even share anything personal. He'd deny it till his death, but he couldn't have possibly said no to you with that look on your face and with how civil you were being. It was rare for you to ever make sense, much less approach him for anything. That had to count for something, right?

"What do you have in mind?" He sighed, floating down to be standing next to you as you took another glance around the corner to make sure no one had seen either of you.

"Uh. Let's raid the food storage!" You said. Very obviously, not having planned out anything at all and wracking your brain for something worthwhile to do. The food storage was a good ten minutes away if you were to fly, but you didn't want to do that.

"Quality control." You had said. You proposed a ridiculous idea of bypassing your soldiers and security through every type of measure to test and see if they'd even notice the two of you or what you were trying to do. It wasn't too bad of an excuse you came up with. It was really just a way for you to see how much you could get away with doing, but it made things more exhilarating.

Though it would take much longer to get to your destination if you were to do things your way. You had the rest of the day to put it to the test, so he shrugged and just went with it. It was the first time you'd spent more than two minutes near each other, and within the close proximity you held throughout the whole ordeal.

He didn't really remember how the two of you actually managed it, but you completed your objective and gorged on flörk cakes and whatever else you could find.

Truth be told, you saw the eyebags that had started to form under Mark's eyes from doing all those time-consuming meetings. The moment you watched the movie that gave you the idea to do this, you went to him right away. Having seen a whole bunch of other movies in the past months, you felt a twinge of concern whenever you saw Mark.

You knew how he felt about you, could feel it in your viens but it didn't stop your worry. He was about the only one on the planet that gave you the time of day besides Connie and Kregg. Father never summoned you. Probably didn't even care about you. The dads in the books and movies didn't act like he did. Maybe he wasn't even your father, but then again you probably wouldn't be as prized if he wasn't.

You weren't as naive or dumb as the others thought you to be. You knew your purpose. Figured it out soon after those lessons Thula and Anissa were tasked to give you. Even more so with the talks you would eavesdrop on between father and the council.

At least Mark would be reasonable and try to back you up on their plans for you, even if he never talked to you or seemed to care that much. At least he cared.

That's what you thought, at least. He'd actually only ever have the council rethink decisions concerning you when it'd include him or leave him to deal with you. He didn't want to be stuck on babysitting duty when he could actually be trained to rule the empire. You didn't need to know that, though.

You'd duck and crouch as soon as Thula or Lucan got close to finding you. It went on like that until the two of you found a place to rest. It was the first time in a while that Mark had gotten actual sleep, as was evident with the disappearance of his eyebags. Your goal was achieved, and now you didn't know what to do besides stare at his sleeping form from atop the rock plane the two of you had settled on.

He looked different like this. No annoyed stare to look back at you or a terse comment for you to pretend to not hear or brush off. You just stared at the sky that was now beginning to darken to start the three-day-long night. Your blouse was still stained from earlier, but you could take care of it later. You didn't really care either way. The sting you felt from his punch was welcome.

You'd never sparred with Mark before and being able to feel how strong he was intrigued you. You were able to take the punch with little issue and now you were annoyed that father and his small council refused to let you fight or train with him.

You watched on as the stars kept still and thought about how much they restricted you. It's wasn't fair. Mark got everything, and you were supposed to just what? Be the empire broodmare, and that was it? It was stupid the more you thought about it.

You were just never meant or expected to be useful except for being their easy way to maintain their population and ensure their legacy would live on? You were supposed to accept it and then let your children carry out the empires duty, and you'd just die without having done anything significant?

It was laughable how none of it would benefit you. Sure you'd never have to worry about the threat of dying in battle or having to preserve your image through conquering planets, but the big nothing burger that was your future was as interesting as your father's mustache.

Everyone of them hated that you got a free pass of not ever having to experience a real fight, you knew. If the way they looked at you and whispered to your father about how it would only make you weak was any indicator. Only a handful of them, like Connie and Kregg, actually had a point of you being capable of defending yourself and having at least a few kills under your belt.

The rest were just assholes who were angry at the fact that they'd never have the chance to pummel you like they can Mark. Mark never showed an interest in killing you, but you heard how others would attempt to goad him into instigating a fight with you, if only to gauge your strength.

It irritated you the more you thought about it, so you stopped thinking. Instead, you thought about the picture that you found a few days ago. One you came across while snooping through your father's personal office, the one connected to the huge meeting room within the main tower.

It was of your mother, Debbie, holding your infant form. You didn't pay much thought as to why he had it but rather on whether you'd wear the same small smile once you had your own offspring. Maybe you'd ask Mark about her some other day, but for now you'd sleep and leave tomorrow's consequences for future you to worry about.

Mark got chewed out as soon as he went back and belatedly joined whatever meeting his father was having with Kregg and a handful of others. He didn't miss the suspecting glint that was sent his way by the two of them and braced himself for what they'd have to say.

The soldiers kept their gazes straight ahead, but he could feel them as father gave him what was basically a scolding. The first he'd ever had to endure that wasn't related to combat. He zoned out halfway and gave you credit for being right on that the previous day's activities were uneventful and probably a waste of his time.

But that was the last time he acknowledged your words. You didn't approach him for a while afterward for anything. He figured father caught onto your involvement with him missing and had you put on a tighter leash. You didn't look the slightest bit comfortable or care free in the glimpses that he caught of you anymore. You were indifferent.

Every other time you did manage to get his attention or steal him away for a few seconds you were back to the aloof girl you were when you were scarfing down Tung Kernels in the food storage as a victory treat after zipping past the gaurds. Which one was the real you? He wondered from time to time, but it wouldn't matter, would it?

In the end, you remained as the bratty princess that could care less about the empire you were supposed to be helping revive. Perhaps that's why no one really mourned you once you were assassinated by the coalition of planets. If you were weak enough to be bested by them, then you never really deserved to live to begin with. At least that's what they reasoned to your father after he'd managed to wipe out half of their military forces for killing you.

Your gaurds waited for a moment like this. Didn't even try to help you once they realized you were being attacked. They wanted to see if you'd be able to hold your own, a stupid decision on their end. Your father had those soldiers killed for that. There was nothing he could do now that you were dead, though.

Connie though, he'd flown over as fast as he could once the news reached them while they were having their meeting. He'd nearly managed to save you, but the coalition was prepared for reinforcements trying to prevent it and had him struggling a few seconds before they succeeded. You lasted longer than the coalition initially thought, but they still managed to pin you down long enough before they could inject you with every possible thing they thought had a chance at killing you.

Connie recounted the events after he managed to kill every last one of them that managed to weasel their way into the empire just to kill you and get rid of the chance of their race repopulating.

"She called for you two." He mentioned with a look of defeated sorrow unbefitting that ugly scarred face of his.

Nolan tensed at that, hardly noticeable to anyone watching but enough for Mark to sense. Mark though, he could only think back to the few times you cared enough to talk about how you weren't in any rush to grow up.

"I'll probably die a lame death." You said once.

"All viltrumites are ugly or have been so far." You shrugged. "Do you think my offspring will be too?" You passively asked, not actually expecting any form of answer back. "God, I hope not."

"Hey, make sure I don't end up with someone ugly. It'd only make it harder to y'know." You mentioned another time. "You kinda owe me at least that, being my brother and all." You sighed. "Cause I know father sure as hell won't care."

Had he ever held your hand before? When it was warm, at least. Your cold hand was stiffer than the last guy they met as a potential partner for you, the rigor having set in long before they had you here being autopsied.

"Are you still a virgin?" A mindless question you'd asked to fill the silence. "What's conquering a planet like?" Another.

You were just a sheltered princess the empire kept emotionally and socially stunted, and the coalition killed you regardless. Couldn't chance it. A cowards victory. They lost a whole lot more with that stunt alone.

The other versions of him, the other Mark's, recounted some bits and pieces of their versions of you in the time they had to kill talking to each other. That was the only way he was able to identify you now in your gaudy hero costume, suit, or whatever it was the humans called it.

He didn't like the handful that called you a bitch and voiced their want to kill you if they ever saw you. Didn't pay mind to the ones that kept quiet once the topic of you came up, and didn't care about the ones that were indifferent to you and found you a nuisance.

When this whole thing started, that ugly fuck Angstrom had came to him with an offer, a chance to help him rebuild the empire. He couldn't possibly refuse, now that their best chance at that, you, was gone.

He might not even have to pay Angstrom back for this opportunity, not if he just took you. Sure, he was supposed to help him with leveling out some cities and killing a whole bunch of people, but why do that when you were just a couple feet away from him fighting another Mark?

You actually put up a good fight, you'd have greater odds if the coalition ever tried to get rid of you again. By the way you addressed his other counterparts, he guessed you didn't like your version of Mark all that much.

No worries. He could play nice. You always did when you were around him. The only problem was how he'd deal with everyone else reacting to you. It should go over well, considering you could hold your own against them and seemed to be more strategic and cunning than his version of you.

Yes. You'd fit right in with everyone else in the empire the way you are now. He could worry about convincing you to birth an entire generation later. For now he'd just follow along with Angstrom's plans and patch you up.

Oh right, the lot of you had just been teleported to Angstroms desert dimension after another one of him had punched you through a portal. You yelled something before it happened, but he didn't catch it. He had all the time in the world to get to know you now.

He'd have to rush over your childhood and whatnot, but at least now he'd know you. He didn't realize it till now. His delayed grief made him wish he knew who you were. You were a stranger to him, not just you ,but his own you.

But you didn't really have to be anything, did you? You were his sister.

That's all that really mattered, wasn't it?

Guys, sorry if this sucked ass but I had no clear direction and wrote the rest of this in one day so yeah. Hope it was readable lmao, I did not beta read this shit.

Also, apologies if the layout sucks. This is my first time having an actual full drabble/fic idea on here, so idrk what I'm doing.

Guys. Like I discovered that I never saw these fucking episodes like months ago or something and I was already on s2. I knew I was missing something the moment Garf was suddenly introduced out of nowhere what the fuck.

Truly devastated but idek how this happened. Just finished watching those missing episodes and it helped connect alot of dots for stuff I was confused on but now I'm conflicted on whether or not I should still change parts of Chp 1 I was working on.

I did some digging on match but he apparently isn't, or becomes, a bigger part of some plot in the story???(show & comics wise)

[I also lowkey didn't know there was actual comics for this too, just assumed they were already comics characters and didn't have their own series the show was adapted from??]

I'm still reeling from the fact that I even missed any of this in the first place.

Maybe I should just make up a plot for match👁👁😔 he seemed like a pretty interesting character and it would be so much more screwed if i kept him as part of my fic instead of completely writing him off or rewriting what I already had done.

In the week you're kidnapped, Lex Luthor had goons from Cadmus tend to you occasionally. He initially did not intend for you to get caught in the crossfire of his genetic breakthroughs, but well, you were already there.

You were unfortunately at the wrong place at the wrong time at the start of it all, and since you were already under their supervision they basically went "might as well" for whatever they were planning with the hostage that ended up being you.

You're still in Gotham, in the sublevels of a very well disguised building, however Luthor convinces the league and Batman that you're somehow in another town or Metropolis.

It gets worse though. On the first day of your kidnapping no one even notices until later in the day, and by that I mean AFTERNOON. Any footage of where you were, maybe up to three hours?, before your dissappearance is scrubbed from any and every camera that could've seen you.

Luthor isn't even the only one in on it either, there's others(ig the injustice league? I'm still watching the show but you guys have an idea of the villains that were working together) that wanted to have a bit of fun upon finding out you were their current victim. One of gotham's most well-known socialites and directly associated with the Wayne name?!?!? Count them in! The more exposure and attention this whole debacle got, the better! It's almost too good to be true that they are on the fence about whether you being kidnapped was planned or not.

Unfortunately for you though, they loved the theatrics they could get up to now having you as their vessel.

It's also worth mentioning that this is about a year after Jason's death, so you just have not been having a good time overall. [I actually am still jumping around trying to figure out how to do the timeline and ages in this. I thought I'd leave Tim out but revisiting the regular timelines I think he'd actually be around, just not out and about as Robin yet.]

Luthor only cared for what he could benefit from you while the others added layers onto it.

So, soon after, all of Gotham unintentionally finds out you've been abducted through a livestream of you being broadcasted instead of the usual news. News stations went crazy over it and wanted coverage, there was no escaping news about you at all. The conversation you had with a stranger even made it to the radio and some outlets did a rerun of whatever it was on the same day once it was over.

Bruce, Alfred, and Dick are horrified, while Gotham held its breath. You weren't a stranger to being on the news, you were a Wayne after all! However this was vastly different than the usual. Maybe some podcasts/radio hosts even attempted to dive deeper into the footage of you and theorize on whether it was all a hoax or not.

Sometimes, you'd be aggravated and yelled to the point that it looked like you were being possessed. Other times you'd take on a docile persona. They even had you report the weather once! In the pencil skirt get-up and all!

It was odd at first, but the longer it went on, the more unnerving it became. Those who thought it was fake or just some media stunt at first found it hard to believe that it was fake after the fourth time you were put on air.

It wouldn't even be consistent either. You'd sometimes come on for ten minutes or up to two continuous hours. Whoever was in charge of jamming the newstations eventually changed it up, too, and you'd have to stumble upon the streams on random channels, which were the free ones, of course!

All this while they were experimenting on you, sometimes they'd slip you some type of toxin or maybe they'd use sorcery on you. You were once made to look like you were hosting a QV*C like home shopping channel and would show off odd jewels as if they were being sold. What was even odder was that they made sure you had a fresh new manicure for maximum hand modeling shots.

It doesn't end there though. On the days that they were feeling more Sinister, they'd have fake outs of your death: bordering on looking like a homemade su*cide recording. They'd once strapped a bomb to you and asked you questions, with the premise that if you got one wrong you'd d*e and it'd be televised.

Sometimes you'd cry and be scared, others you didn't even look mentally present nor like you cared much at all what happened.

They'd make you do random things like sing the ABCs or read a book aloud like an ebook recording. Dress you up like a doll.

Put you in a normal looking room where you'd do your makeup terribly or stare at the corner in silence. Though you'd have to find these by bypassing some things within the station. You practically had to hack to access these and most people would be put off by these and end up sharing them on private forums.

The heroes and PD, however, are doing their utmost best to keep it under wraps and figure out your location, but there's no keeping the curious citizens from probing further into it.

Maybe the more toned down videos are like interviews or something. Just casual banter between you and mysterious figures behind the camera. You even narrated your own commercials!!!

The whole time you're drugged with one thing or the other. At some point is when they take your actual DNA to make match?(guys I haven't gotten this far in the series yet but ik he's the clone that came before Conner, can't wait to see that part though) and Conner. How exactly or when they do it is unclear, but it's enough to make for multiple clones, which won't be created until the next year when they've made more progress on the cloning process.

You speak in various other languages that Bruce and everyone else knows you don't know or have ever spoken. You look as if you haven't slept. They actually didn't feed you until halfway into the week, which was for research purposes rather than personal reasons.

It just becomes horrifying overall for everyone watching, even more so with the fact that you were practically gotham's people's princess. You did so much upkeep on gothams orphanages and charities that your absence is taking a hit to them, not overly so but Alfred had to take over and stay on top of things in your absence so things wouldn't suddenly become a mess.

You were known as a pretty down to earth and sweet person, so to see all of this happen to you was sick and struck fear into the citizens.

When you are finally found, you're nearly non responsive and spend the rest of the month in the hospital. Half because you need it and half because Bruce is too scared for you to go home.

The rest of the year, you become a recluse due to Bruce, Alfred, and Dick not allowing you to go anywhere past the manor parameters.

All this to say, you never remembered whatever happened during that week (courtesy of Bruce and the League after they asked you if you wanted to remember or not/which you agree to the memory wipe. They[the kidnappers] asked you things about Jason and other things youd rather not mention to them that youd rather forget) and the League and PD worked hard together to scrub any evidence of this happening off the internet and in whatever drives it may be in. Like a self delete? And all of Gotham is gaslit into believing this never happened or whoever remembered it is crazy and making shit up.

But yeah. I spent all day thinking about this at work and couldn't wait to type it up lmao.

Also, the young team members in Robin's group find out about it sometime later after superboy becomes a part of the team. Dick left his info screens open one day unattended, not thinking any of them would be in at the time. He was investigating deeper into how Cadmus even got your DNA, and he unfortunately had to dig up the whole case.

Conner recognizes you on the screen when he walks in and Wally plays it to tease him, like a "What, you miss mommy haha?!?!" Moment. He's mainly playing around about it until Dick walks in and gets even more upset and frantic. Artemis joins in and they play around with the device, holding it out of reach of Conner's and Dick's hands until a clip of you screaming your head off plays and suddenly this shit ain't funny anymore.

Now it's more of a collective "What the hell?" Moment and everyone falls silent to see and figure out what's going on on the screen. Robin is still trying to turn the thing off but now they won't stop questioning him on it. He never let's up, but he can't exactly keep Conner in the dark about in anymore when he asks him about it later in private since he is now a part of it too.

It pains him more than anything that even before his creation, he was the reason behind your suffering for it. :(

Of course there's body horror and angst but also, imagine finding out some random ass CEO (which btw you never actually found out it was a CEO, just some crazy villain) that kidnapped you a couple yrs back made a clone of one of the world's greatest superheroes with your DNA and the only way you ever find out is when said clone/boy accidentally calls you mom one day or something?!?!?😭💀scratch that, maybe your husband is the one to break the news to you and its devastatinggggg.

It gets WORSE though bc you're THE Batman's/Bruce Wayne's wife and you already have a handful of superhero/vigilante kids you have to worry about, so not only is it already awkward and scary that you suddenly have a super-powered son that you did not raise but more keep being added to the roster and his biological father is your husbands coworker/poor ass reporter and this all may or may not end up introducing yall to a messy ass situationship at some point?!?!?💔

Dick is equal parts enraged by the fact that Lex Luthor would stoop so low to use some random civilians (you/your) DNA (maybe he actually stole some eggs from you who knows? Not me lmao) and jealous bc now he has to share mommy time and it's already slim pickings amongst him and Jason🥀. But also Conner can't just outright tell the league who you are/who his other half of DNA is from bc he at least understands the necessary secrecy and dangers that would come by revealing it.

So you now have to conceal your identity when visiting him or when he's visiting you and the league is around. Not to mention how you sort of have to keep your interactions with Dick/Robin limited since you don't want others knowing you're his mother TOO.

His father/Clark basically wants nothing to do with him, which makes for some interesting dynamics between you, the bat, and superman. It also leaves Conner prone to becoming too attached to you and constantly seeking your approval since you're the only one willing to give him the time of day.

All the while you're still trying to wrap your head around how this is even possible and trying not to push him away but putting up boundaries because you don't know this kid and you feel violated by his existence but you don't want to be mean to him agghhgknsjcisnfksnfn🗣🗣🗣‼️

But also, this is violating to Superman too, and you didn't even know his identity like everyone else on the planet until Bruce and Conner decide its actually pretty vital information and it'd be iffy to just not tell you about it since you're already partially involved. He has mixed feelings, and it makes for some good bonding/material to relate to, but netiher of you are really vibing with the fact that this was all done without either of your consent oof.

He's your son, but it's like a baby mama popped out of nowhere, claiming this kid is yours when you've already made your own family, in an attemtp to ruin what you already have going for you, except the baby mama in question is Lex Luthor and he didn't birth Conner outright but also technically Clark is the baby mama except he's now considered the deadbeat in this situation because he dropped him onto you without much regard to your own situation and just wants to I've his life while messing yours up so bad.

But don't worry guys there's more angst and why do your sons have alien girlfriends???

You want to parent Conner but it sometimes annoys him cuz "GOSH IM NOT A KID" but he also wishes you would yell at him or try to be more assertive with him and you sometimes feel like it's not your place whenever you step up. but whenever he goes to Clark for advice or literally anything else he's always so "IDK GO ASK UR MOM" about it and now you have a different set of problems.

Don't even get me started on where Lois could possibly fit into all this later on when she and Clark become a thing. I have no fcuking clue but she would laugh in your face about it but also feel super bad💔

Sinister: your right pinky. All dried up and cauterized at the end where your knuckle would've met the finger. He keeps it in one of the pockets his suit hides underneath. He used to chew on it occasionally, an absent minded action he would take if he missed the taste of blood, but never actually ate it. It was the only thing he had left of you and it'd be a shame if he just ate it all in one go without even realizing it, which is why he chooses to keep it in his pocket: close to his heart.

Alt Mark 15/Hairvincible: a lock of your hair (obviously). He grew his out, much to the chagrin of his father, just so he could hide the fact that it was your lock that he had braided into a strand on the left side of his head. He also smelled because he, oddly enough, refused to wash his hair.

Omni Mark: a beaded bracelet that was part of a merch lineup of your favorite popstar that you treasured so much it was one of the few things you were wearing before your death. It was pretty lowkey merch so he had no problem wearing the accessory on his wrist until he had a close call and it almost fell apart that same day. He decided to wear it as an anklet, with his boots protecting and hiding it, from that point on.

Alt Mark 8/Viltrum Mark: a set of your baby teeth. Two sets, actually. The first (about nine?), his mom had cleaned and kept in a small glass vial until she passed away young. His father "forgot" about it and it stayed hidden amongst his displayed belongings until ten year old Mark saw them and stole them to curiuously play with. The second set still had blood and gums stuck to them and were kept wrapped in a cloth of one of your old empire uniform skirts. They were put away in a flat metal chest with a velvet lining, the tattered cloth and crusted enamels looking out of place in such a nice box.

No-goggles: not really a keepsake, but he sometimes uses the small collection of nail polish you had. You used to paint the nails on his middle fingers as a joke while you did your own hands, and he'd just let you thinking it was funny too. He cut the fingers off his suit soon after you died to show off his playful manicures, thinking himself an artist with some of his smashed-together designs. He's gonna run out of them soon though, he's been considering getting a new bottle in your favorite color, but don't count on it.

No-Mask: A picture of you as a toddler, in a seánce dog onesie that he had a matching set of. His clothed foot was visible in the corner of the photo. You were looking straight ahead at the camera with a curious gleam in your eyes. The upper corner of the picture had been burned off, only a thick finger coming from that direction and landing on your small shoulder remaining visible.

Masked Mark/Phantom: nothing. He always vied for your mother's attention, as she was the only source he could get it from, and rather viewed you as competition and as a threat to his survival. He sometimes wonders if Nolan's abuse was so bad that he had just imagined your existence to motivate himself to latch onto his mom for survival. He learned pretty early on he couldn't really rely on Nolan for that security. Overall he has mixed feelings towards you but no personal belongings to prove you ever existed.

Mohawk: The engagement ring you were sent by your alien fianćee when your father had successfully finished preparations for your arranged marriage. You always thought it was ugly but was forced to wear it by your father's threats and your loyalty to the empire. It had a deep green gem at its center, the ring itself not being much of a band but more like a couple of thin metal strands arranged into a modest design that formed its shape. It almost looked like those things mom would use to hold the napkins and silverware together. You used to wear it on your thumb, your actual wedding ring taking place on your index finger on the same hand. He didn't really care for it, would sometimes leave it out the table next to his drink until one of his gals made the poor choice of touching it and asking about its origin. He smashed it to bits after that incident and had it smelted into a new piercing. He didn't leave any clear instructions on what to do with the gem and told his subordinates to dispose of it in whatever way they pleased. He thinks he saw one of the girls wear a similar color in a new pair of earrings but he couldn't be certain and didn't care either way.

Prisoner Mark: he wouldn't be able to keep anything of yours being in prison and all to begin with, but he'd rather let you go and let your body be absorbed and lost to time than to pluck something from it to make himself feel better and let the object's mere existence keep you from fully being at peace with his emotional meddling. It's not an option he lets himself consider. You deserved the respect to finally be left to rest.

Sheisty: I'm gonna be real: I could've sworn I saw him with guns when I first saw his appearance lmao, it was his accent playing tricks on me 😭. So I figured it would've been something hard like a gun and bullets made out of iron processed from your blood or something equally crazy. But not in a trophy kind of way, more like he doesn't have a solid concept of what would be a NORMAL way to keep a part of you. Plus he's secretely affectionate and is convinced that this is a legitimately endearing way to carry on your memory????💀he thinks you in gun form is far cuter too, which is an insane thought bro. But in a platonic way. Like say- you're now pocket sized and more efficient in killing. Idk yall.

"What was that Rex?" She said in that soft voice of hers with a small smile, the kind that looked endearing paired with her knitted brows that were coiled up in anticipation.

"My dad's dead." He said plainly. Her hand dropped the spoon in her hand, spilling what little cereal it had as it met the table in a hard clink.

"Oh Rex, I'm sorry-" She started with condolences ready on her tongue.

"Its fine. You don't have to feel sorry, that wasn't what I meant so say. I have a sister actually. Probably should’ve led with that instead of with the dead father line." He nervously chuckled, saying everything in one breath as if it didn't affect him. Rae was still trying to process the sudden reveal of his father's supposed passing.

And that's it lmao.

I have more written but I wonder if anyone would even be interested in reading something like this? I've been brewing a LOT of sister!reader fics for the invicible fandom this past month but they're still works in progress and this is the only one im rly interested in getting some feedback on as a concept.😅

Ik my writing isn't all that good, it's decent but not at the level I want it to be at yet.

Planning on maybe just making headcanon posts to warm up to writing more frequently. But who knows.

Fuyumi really thought of it as a joke first but it all changed when she got a taste of the romantic drama she had put her father in. Endeavor, or in this case Enji, was pulled into an online dating app that Natsuo had suggested to Fuyumi at first and she relayed it to their father. He frankly didn’t care or expect anything to come out of it since he didn’t view himself as “dateable” to begin with, so he was confident nothing would happen. However, he forgot to factor in that Fuyumi is the hopeless romantic type and would become dead set on seeing the task through, even if she had to force him to go on at least one date.

Bubblegirl only got it to pass her time and see just how many people Sir Nighteye could pull, had he been interested in dating. He refused at first, but let her manage and make him an account since he could care less about whether or not he would end up having a one night stand or going on a small date he would make sure to have no interest in and let it end before a relationship could take off. Things like these weren’t what concerned him and he was far too busy in the hero world to even consider it as an option.

Tsukauchi was getting real tired of All Might being stressed over the crimes happening recently and just wants him to enjoy his retired life, but he honestly had no clue why he thought he knew what he was doing. Getting Toshinori to relax was one thing, but DATING??!? He didn’t even think he had any experience in that field since he had dedicated his life to being a hero and saving others. So when he finally manages to get him “out there” and on a dating platform, he utterly regrets creating the profile, sure, there were some good people on there, but with having the premium version and seeing all the people that had swiped on him only for quick hookups was draining and honestly disappointing(not to mention that some of them weren’t a good fit with his personality and others seemed sketchy). So when he finally managed to snag him a date with an adorable woman (Inko) he was about to go insane with his attempts at getting Toshinori to show up and give him confidence he never before needed in his life, Toshi was beyond embarrassed, way too shy, and inexperienced to have a grasp on what a relationship consisted of, his refusal to go through with the simple date had Tsukauchi sleepless for an entire week before Toshi finally gave in and agreed to the meeting (he could thank Grand Torino scolding him for that later).

Hawks had the app because he was really only in it for the hookups, but when an older woman catches his eye his mind is sent into overdrive. Admittedly he had a thing for older women, the hookups were just something he kept as an option because he never had the time to actually have a stable relationship. He found his heart skipping a beat and his hand had moved before he could process his actions and he was now matched with a cute lady five cities over. {Inko} He was pretty tame around older women(he acts like a dude-bro around women his age or younger)and she was no exception, he probably looked like a lovestruck teen right about now. His tastes were really only known by Jeanist, who had shared a similar preference(👀) , and had ruthlessly made his secret a topic of conversation when there was no one else around. Jeanist is really forward with how he speaks so he really just points out Hawks’ flaws that women would find unappealing and he should consider working on, other than that he has also /slightly/ teased him for it. All in good intention, but Hawks dreaded when he brought it up during a mission or casually after a meeting.

There really was no reason for Aizawa being on the app in the first place, he hated dealing with people in general, so a relationship was out of the question. It was Midnight who was bored out of her mind from the lack of juicy stories she gets to hear in the office at school. Sure, Mic was not the type to shy away from risky topics that satisfied Midnights dose of curiosity and drama, and Snipe had an interesting enough life to share crazy stories at work. It was the lack of hearing about romantic failures and adventures that really did her in. She wasn’t the romantic type and it wasn’t her intention to pry into their lives, but it was okay to bother Aizawa to this level at least once a year and now was the chance she wanted to use. Nevermind the details, there were so many locals that admitted to wanting to get down with the underground hero and an endless supply of options to actually pair him up with a decent date. Forget about the part where he has to consciously know about himself being put on such a public platform and potentially having to go on a date without his knowledge of it not being a casual outing he usually goes on. He should’ve known something was off when Midnight and Mic kindly suggested he join them in dinner at a nice restaurant, promptly ditching him to “go to the bathroom” at the time before someone sits down at his table and introduces themself.

I wrote this YEARS AGO and decided to post it, it was kept in my drafts and is probably the goofiest idea I ever wrote but it would be hilarious if somebody managed to take this idea and make an actual fic with it. I was going to but never did and I no longer feel like writing it anymore lmao. The main was going to be Nighteye, I considered having Aizawa be in the final considerations too but the fact that he’s Izuku’s teacher complicates things and makes it weird😂. Everyone else was just random options that amped up the goofiness.