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Slade being sent to do some sort of job at a rich person yacht party and Dick is there, dressed in swimming trunks and an unbuttoned cotton shirt. And because the ship is all taken hostage, Dick can't find an opening to slip away and superhero up but he isn’t going to just let Slade have an easy ride. So he is lounging about on the boat, damp from sea water, body glistening in the afternoon sun. And every time Slade looks at him, he is striking a new seductive pose. And eventually he convinces the head of whoever is doing the hostage taking to let them break into the freezers and get out some ice cream snacks before everyone ends up dropping from heat stroke and Slade has to physically knock an ice lolly out of Dick’s hands after the young man starts licking it maintaining perfect eye contact with Slade.

What if a living weapon whumpee remained a weapon but in a reclamatory way. You made me into this, but now I will use it to fight against you. You made me into this, but now I will use it to protect those who are better to me than you were. You made me into this, but I decide what happens with it from here.

a character who truly, legitimately goes “but why does that matter?” about their feelings when someone who cares about them asks. and the sudden falling of everyone around them’s faces as they realize that this person doesn’t recognize themself as someone who needs or should be taken care of. i want Everyone to hurt. surprise at the idea, worry for them, horror at not having noticed. do you see this person who doesn’t think of themselves as a person?

Dick being invited to some assassin business meeting by Slade since Slade wants a pretty toy sitting on his lap only the meeting is in Gotham and Dick doesn't want to risk Bruce finding out about them. Slade points out that its not just some meeting and everyone in that room is going to have to have been on the scene for years to even be considered for an invite. There is no way anyone is going to be incompetent enough to let it slip to the Bat. And so Dick agrees. And he dresses in his most sinful black outfit and even wears the collar he knows Slade loves so much and is fully prepared to enjoy subbing for Slade with the added thrill of being in a room of people who would kill him if they realised who he was. And then he is lead in and immediately his eyes lock on to Matches Malone a.k.a Bruce's criminal undercover identity and he immediately just wants the world to swallow him whole.

basically the best thing a story can have is a woman who is doomed. massive points if she destroys the people around her in response.

stop tagging men on this post i'm going to kill us both

*puts my hand on your shoulder* Don’t worry, I have your back. We’re gonna turn this crisis into a crwaswas

it gets to a point that is just weirder if they didn't fuck

you did all this and it was not even because you wanted to bang him? weirdo

young writers in fandom will never understand the audacity we all had to be writing gratuitous smut on the shared family computer like your dad wouldn't click through to your untitled folder. i once printed my wincest smut out on my family printer and took it to school to edit and my mom found it when she was cleaning out my backpack. do any of you understand the lightning speed with which i had to in real time save myself. i don't think I did but at least she didn't ask any more questions

you don't understand the struggle, the hours put in typing that shit out in Microsoft word. listening to the same 4 songs you downloaded off limewire. printing it and smuggling it out of your house to edit between class. all of you, just typing away on your phones and personal iPads or laptops... I was drafting insane plots and terrible porn in a bright red duotang during my free time in ELA scrunched right over my desk so no one could see me scribble out the word cock