#super!reader

All those memories kept in a shoe box

ex!Dick Grayson x reader

— Dick can't get over you. The memory of you haunts him every day. And one day, he just can bear it anymore, and decides to open the damn shoe box that keeps every memory of your past relationship. To get drunk with the memory.

!!: ANGST. A little fluff in the flashbacks. fem!reader. no use of y/n. +3.3k words. Reader can be either Superman's daughter or Superman's protege, (it isn't that relevant tho). English is not my first language. Dick can't get over his ex, he's a yearner.

[dc masterlist] dividers by @enchanthings

There was one exact corner in Dick’s room that was sacred for everyone who visited his apartment at Blüdhaven. It was the very left corner of his closet, where he kept a shoe box.

A blue box, with the characteristic three stripes from Adidas, plus the logo. It kept every single little thing of everything you had done together. Its content could wander from the wrapper of a candy, to a broken phone. He kept it just because it was yours, you had been the one who had collected everything and kept it with such care in that box.

He still remembered when you picked a paper napkin from a diner you both went one night, just because you were craving a burger and a milkshake. He remembered asking you why you had picked the napkin that had the ketchup stain instead of a new and clean one. Your answer was simple: “We have used this one, it has an extra value”. He didn’t understand it at first.

But now he did understand, because every time he opened the box, even if most days he tried not to, he saw the damn napkin and remembered perfectly how that stain was created.

He remembered how you were going to add ketchup to your fries, but you hadn’t opened the package correctly and the sauce ended up outside of the plate, on the table, on the napkin and in your hair. 

The memory was longer than that. It made Dick remember your laugh after a few seconds of shock. He remembered how you had stolen his napkin to clean the table and your hair, and his “Hey!” when you did so.

Most of the things he had questioned you for putting inside of a box now had a meaning, proving your point of the box acting like a time machine.

He didn't know why he still kept the damn box. No one knew, and they often asked him. Whenever he met someone he avoided telling them about your stuff. Obviously, no one would like to know that the boy they are talking to still keeps the memories of his ex like something holy.

You weren’t dead, if that was the case Dick keeping the box wouldn’t be that weird, because at least he would have the excuse of him mourning his late girlfriend. But the reality was that he had broken up with you in a moment of anger, of impotence. 

He didn’t remember why he had been that angry that day, and he didn’t remember how it had gotten that bad for him to explode and say horrible things to you. But what he did remember was your broken expression, like he had just taken your heart out of your chest and tore it apart with his own hands in insignificant pieces.

Like it didn’t mean anything. Like you didn’t mean anything. 

He remembered how your eyes filled with tears when he yelled at you for the first time. And you weren’t weak or submissive—you yelled back at him too, but you also held yourself back. You could easily have broken every single bone in his body, because you were angry enough to do it. But your heart ached, because you loved him, and that was what held you back. Because, even though he made you feel as if he hadn’t loved you even once in your six-year relationship, you did love him. 

He was insulting you and spouting nonsense that the Dick Grayson of yesterday would never have said—or even thought. And you didn't push him, or slap him, or throw a chair at his head; because you still loved him and didn't want to hurt him. 

You left the apartment and flew to your grandparent’s house that same day; because, imagine telling your father, who loved and trusted Dick deeply, that he had just broken your heart and that you didn’t want to see him again. He would have gone feral.

A week later you came back to his apartment. When he saw you he instantly tried to apologise, to tell you that whatever he had said that night he didn’t mean it. You didn’t listen. You didn't even make an effort to open your mouth and yell at him to shut up. Instead you threw the box that was in your hands into his chest. He didn't have time to react, so the box fell over, and everything inside spilled out onto the floor. When he looked back up you were already gone. 

He took a look at everything that had come out of the box, and that helped him realize which box it was: your so-called time machine. The box where you kept all the memories of the two of you, which you often said you would show to your future children. Your box was now his, and your message was clear:

“I don’t want to remember you or this relationship anymore.”

He still kept the stupid box, he couldn't bring himself to throw it away, so he just left it in his closet and would shout to whoever dared to take it just to take a curious look inside.

One day, out of the blue, Damian appeared at Dick’s house. The reason? No one truly knows,  but when he entered and saw his oldest brother with a different girl instead of you, he didn’t even care and said: “Who is that?”. 

Dick didn't have time to answer because Damian immediately started asking about you—where you were and why that girl looked so much like you. 

Instead of kicking the boy out, Dick asked the girl to leave and explained everything to his brother. 

When he told him about the fight Damian said "You're stupid.”; and when Dick told him about the box, his brother just left the living room to find it. He came back with the Adidas box Dick had become very familiar with after six years of you using it and five months of him being the owner, and placed it in front of him. 

“You need to throw this away.” Had said Damian.

Dick didn’t get rid of the box, it kept rotting in his closet every single day until today. 

Dick had seen you on TV, alongside Superman. You had saved Metropolis once again from whatever disaster Lex Luthor had orchestrated, and you were radiant. You looked happy; you had an inner glow that no one else in the world possessed, as if you were the sun itself—perhaps because you were Dick’s sun—and you were beautiful, even more so than a year ago, if that were possible.

Once your interview had ended and Superman had asked the reporters to give you some space, Dick stood up from the couch and walked directly to his room, opened the door of his closet and, with determined hands, grabbed the box. Not to throw it away, to drown in the memory of you.

When he opened the box he found a collection of everything from your six years together. The tickets of every time you went to the cinema, the receipts of everything, bracelets, letters, dried flowers…

Every single thing was a memory, a moment in your lives that had been significant enough for you to be kept forever in a box that guarantees their eternity. 

Dick, unable to resist the temptation, extended his hand and took a finished lipstick. You had worn that lipstick way too many times, Dick loved it. When you finished the first one you threw it in the box and bought a new one, the same exact shade. 

Dick was peacefully laid down in his bed, the light from outside coming into his room through the windows and a small salt lamp was on in his girlfriend’s nightstand, giving a cozy atmosphere to the room.

He could hear the water from the sink running, you were brushing your teeth before going to bed and he was waiting to hear the water stop so he could have you in his arms as soon as possible. 

Once you were done you came out of the bathroom. Dick’s shirt hung loosely on you, covering your body down to your thighs. Oh, what a delightful sight for Dick Grayson, and how damn lucky he was. 

“I bought a new lipstick this morning,” You said, sitting down next to your boyfriend, your knee touching Dick’s ribs. His hand moved upwards automatically, landing in your leg. “Do you want to see it?”

He simply responded with a low growl from his throat, his lips curving into a smirk. His gaze never left your face, and his hand gently caressed your leg. Your smile widened, and so, you uncovered the lipstick and applied it in your lips perfectly.

“It’s from the new limited edition collection of lipsticks YSL Beauty has dropped.” You moved to lay down next to Dick and got closer to him. His hand, that was previously on your leg, shifted and ended in your waist, pulling you closer to him. “It’s more pinky than the ones I normally use,” you said, kissing his cheek. “but I saw it today, and thought that I could try something new.” Your next kiss was on his jaw. “Besides, I’ve got this dress that could go perfectly with this shade,”you then kissed his collar bone. “Remember the one I wore to the last gala we went to?” You kissed the bicep of his other arm, the one that wasn’t holding your waist. The stains of the lipstick stayed in every spot you had kissed, pink and glossy and perfect.

He made another sound of satisfaction, and you then moved upwards again, your faces less than an inch from each other, both of you with your eyes closed, savoring the closeness. 

“It also tastes really sweet, wanna try it?” The kiss was lazy and slow, but it held some hunger from each other.

Dick loved these types of nights, the quiet ones; when it was only the two of you and your flirty and sexy voice trying to convince him that a $60 lipstick was worth the price.

And damn right it was.

Dick placed the lipstick back into the box. Then, he moved the hand deeper and found some polaroid pictures inside of an envelope. 

He remembered when he gifted you the instant camera that printed out the photo right after taking it. How your eyes lightened up and you couldn't stop thanking him with quick pecks during the rest of the night, in your birthday party.

A professional and expensive camera that you had used at every important event, every single time you could. At parties, at home, in another country, at the beach… 

You were attached to the object, and of course it wouldn’t be inside the box, but the pictures were, and they were beautiful. 

He recognized every single one of them. 

The one that had been taken by him in the mirror of your bathroom, with you hugging him and the camera covering you two’s faces. 

The one you had taken of him in his Nightwing suit, eating the leftovers of the dinner of two days before in the kitchen, at 1am.

The selfie you took with Wally at one of Dick’s birthday parties, where he could be seen in the background with a lovesick expression. 

The one Tim took of Dick and you, playing with Damian and Jon at the Kent’s farm.

The one Dick took of you one night after he had returned from patrol. Deeply asleep on the couch, with an open book covering half your face and Haley sleeping in the small space in between your ribs and the couch. 

Sweet and short moments you had wanted to keep. forever captured in photos that were now Dick’s property. They had stopped being the proof of your love story to turn into the proof of a doomed ending. The ghost of your memory haunting his mind and his senses.

He hadn’t seen all the pictures, but for the shake of his sanity, he put them back into the envelope, and back into the box. 

He should’ve stopped there. Close the box and throw it away; or put it again deep into his closet, in its now designed space. 

But he didn't. He couldn’t. 

He needed to get drunk with the memory of you. 

He needed to physically feel the closest feeling he could get from the time you shared together. 

So he kept searching.

A concert ticket. The first gift he gave you on your first anniversary. A sketch Damian had made of you and Dick, the one he had gatekept for three years until he gifted it to you on your birthday. A broken Nightwing keychain. 

A broken Nightwing keychain. 

“Look what I found in the store near the cafe we always go to.” You walked into the living room, still in your work clothes. 

Dick was laying down in the sofa, with Haley next to him, doing nothing in particular. 

You sat down next to him, next to Haley, and showed him the keychain. It was only 

Nightwing’s logo, made with crochet. The owner of the shop you had got it from made those type of things with crochet and sold them. It could go from very detailed but cute mini figures to the small keychains, like the one you were now holding. 

Dick smiled and took the keychain from your hands to take a look at it. 

“It 's cute".

His hands touched the yarn, enjoying the texture of it, inspecting the blue color, the shape of his logo. You had bought a hand made keychain of him for yourself. Even if you were more powerful than him, even if you worked with Superman himself, it was adorable how you acted like Dick was your favourite superhero.

“I also got you one of my logo, and you have to use it.” You demanded, pulling out the second keychain from your pocket. 

Of course you’d bought matching keychains for the two of you. And, of course, he was going to wear it, because you were his favorite, too. 

“Thanks babe.” He kissed your cheek, accepting the second keychain and giving you the Nightwing one. 

One of the yarn loops broke after it hooked up with something inside your bag, that's why you had put it inside the box. You stopped using your, Dick never took his off. Your crocheted logo was still hanging with his house keys. His excuse was laziness, he was too lazy to take it off so it is just there. But the reality is that he didn’t want to take it off.

He kept the very last things he has from you like a treasure. A priceless treasure that no one was allowed to touch but him. Like he was afraid it would disappear, go away, like you did. 

That’s why he kept the box hidden. That’s why his keys were always left in the same place, so he wouldn't lose them, lose your keychain. 

He left the keychain inside the box. Everything he had taken out of the box, he put it back in again. He has done with the memory of you.

He wanted you. Real and alive.

He didn’t want to see your physical appearance in pictures, your scent in a broken bracelet that still had your perfume, your voice in the videos he still kept in his phone. 

He needed all of that at the same time. He needed your physical presence.

He needed you.

He was probably being stupid, reckless, when he left the open box in his bed and rushed to get his keys. 

He was determined to drive from Blüdhaven to Metropolis to see you. He wasn’t sure how you were going to react, but he needed this. Even if you rejected him, his mind would be at peace after seeing you in front of him. Then he’ll move on, promise. 

Before he knew it, two hours had passed and he was already standing at your door. You’d probably heard him; you knew he was there. You were just waiting for him to muster the same courage he’d had to come all the way here and ring the doorbell. 

“Fuck, I’m stupid.” He complained to himself, rubbing his face with both hands.

He had come to Metropolis with nothing prepared, just love and stubbornness. The drive had been long enough to think of a speech, but instead he had been too distracted with the thought of seeing you again. 

And now, that he was standing at your door, his mind was blank and his body was tense and immobile. 

Minutes passed and he just stood there. Never moved, never talked, or made a sound. 

Until you were the one opening the door. Because you knew he was on the other side. You had known since the moment he left Blüdhaven that he had come to you. And the fact that he hadn’t been able to even ring the doorbell was pissing you off. 

“What do you want Dick?” Your voice was sharp enough to cut Dick’s heart in half. And it did.

“I just–” He fought to keep his gaze forward, instead of looking down. Like the coward he was being right now. “I wanted to see you.”

“Mission accomplished then, you can leave now.” 

He didn’t remember you being so cold. You have always been so caring, soft, kind. It was almost like someone was controlling you right now. 

“I am sorry. Extremely sorry, for everything.” 

Your expression softened when he began to apologize. Even though you were angry and rage had taken hold of you the moment you saw him standing in front of your apartment, you still had a soft spot for Dick Grayson—the man you had once considered the love of your life.

“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough.”

“I know but–”

“Dick, you said horrible things to me that night. No one can just forget them and just keep living their life. I can't keep loving you after what you told me.” 

He knew he had hurted you. He knew he had been the dumbest jerk that night. He knew you weren’t going to forget it that easily. Because you were smart and you had self respect.

And you knew that someone who truly loved you would never have said such horrible things to you.

“I’m not going to get back with you, Dick. I don't regret all the years we spent together, but I can’t forgive you that easily. I suggest you move on.”

“Fine, yes, I… I didn’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.” He gave up and looked at his shoes. 

“Dick,” He looked up again. “I loved you, despite everything, I still remember you with love. I really hope you can find someone else and be happy with them.”

Dick was trying to hold his tears, and he could tell you were too. It was overwhelming to have him standing in front of you for the first time after almost a year since the break up. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, trying to form a smile. 

You gave him a sad smile back and closed the door. He stood there for a few minutes, like a statue. Tears didn’t fall from his eyes, his heartbeat didn't calm down. But he had to leave now, for good. 

Start again with his life. Make a huge effort to get over you. 

But before he left he looked at the door one last time and whispered: “I love you.”

© llovelygood

A/N: I had this fic unfinished since April so I finished yesterday night and edited today morning. Hope you guys like it. Also I'd love to know what you guys think cuz it motivates me a lot to keep writing.

[DC x Neglected!Fem!Super/Kent!Reader]

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It was liberating. The feeling of the wind blowing against his body as he revved his black and red motorcycle.

"Ready as I'll ever be, Superstar."

He sped up, the wind was cool, there was no sun to emit any heat due to it being night and the winds got stronger the nearer he got to the sea.

He drifted to a stop, getting off his bike when he was in a two hundred meter range of the warehouse. He used his grappling hook to get to the shabby wooden roof. It was near the docks, he could basically smell the salt from the ocean.

"Can you confirm it's the League of Assassins and Luthor's goons?"

"Well from the looks of it, yeah." The lenses of his red helmet scanned the people below him, purple profiles of the people soon appeared, confirming their identities.

"I can't believe they're actually in Gotham." The girl was typing on her side, looking through the lenses of Jason's helmet on her screen.

Meanwhile Jason was looking around, scanning for something, anything that would give them a clue as to what those two factions were meeting up for. Not long after, his lenses locked in on a container that was kept frozen, a purple outline with exclamation marks signifying that it was something important.

"Should I just blast in and take them out or just grab that container and run for it?"

"90 percent success rate for the former and 99 for the latter. Might as well just shoot, try and get some info while you're at it."

"Aight." He was about to takedown somebody from above but was interrupted by someone bursting in from the door, "What the—" His lenses zoomed in to spot a Superman and Batman.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." The pair said in unison over the comms.

"Okay change of plans." Typing could be heard on the other side once more, "I've stalled the Batmobile for five minutes. Just grab the container and ride back to HQ. You got five minutes since the goons have stopped icing it when those two appeared. Probably thought if they weren't going to make it, they might as well destroy the evidence."

"FIVE minutes— You have a lot of faith in me."

"Since day one. You don't even have to worry about Superman's super hearing, the suit I made you ensures that you don't make any sound."

"Yeah yeah I'll get the damn container of who knows what."

"Good boy."

He turned as red as the helmet he was hiding underneath, truth be told he doesn't know why he still gets flustered by the flirting, he should've been used to it by now. They've known each other for how many years already? Seven? Eight? And counting.

He grappled down, silently taking the container and grappling back to his motorcycle, "Got it."

"Well you have 3 minutes to reach back to HQ."

"Damnit!" Jason immediately got on his motorcycle and started to speed back to one of the teleport pads that would lead back to HQ.

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"Now tell us what you're meeting for." Batman was gripping one of Luthor's goon by his collar, lifting him up and speaking with his signature Bat tone, the tone that would make a grown man scream like a little girl.

"T-that container—" The goon choked his words out.

"What container." The bat growled.

"The one that's iced o-over there!" They both turned to look at it but there was nothing there. "W-wait that can't be! It was right there just a moment ago I swear—!"

He knocked the goon out before letting him fall to the ground and went to the spot he pointed at, it still felt cold, he raised his forearm and scanned the area using his high tech glove, "Superman. It seems like someone took something important from here." The bat said as the results stated that something used to be there not long ago.

"I'll fly around and survey—"

"Cover north of this area, I'll go south. The reader says something was here less than 5 minutes ago. The person who took it can't be that far."

"On it." Was all the meta said before he disappeared, flying off.

Batman pressed the call button for the Batmobile.

Click.

Strange. It didn't work.

Click.

Once more.

Click.

He sighed and grappled back to the Batmobile instead, getting inside only to see a four-sided star surrounded by swirls of energy on the Batmobile's screen, the Star of Themis, a notable signature of a well known hacker.

"Damnit, Supernova!"

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Jason skidded to a stop, on top of one of the many teleport pads across the cities, his body glitched out before glitching back into a very advanced technological looking base. Though he looked completely unfazed by the tingly sensation it left on his body, he was used to it by now, having used these teleport pads to get out of so many sticky situations in the past.

"Hurry now. Before it defrosts completely." It seemed like she was already ready, gloves on her hands as she took the container from Jason, placing it in a tube, before letting it close. Instantly the tube frosted up, ensuring that the specimen is cold, she allowed the tube to scan and analyze it.

"What do you think it is?" Jason watched the girl glitch around her lab to different screens.

"No idea. For all we know it could be a Luthor and Al Ghul tube baby."

Jason shuddered at the thought, "No way."

"We never know. The Al Ghuls are crazy with their lazarus pit and Luthor was crazy enough to babytrap Superman so who knows what those madmen are planning."

The tube beeped, signifying the scan was complete, immediately the girl glitched in front of the screen, looking at the results, "You're joking."

Jason raised a brow, walking to stand next to the girl to look at the results as well.

"What the fuck."

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“And where are you going?” The girl was stopped just as her hand touched the door handle. When did you care. "Out."

Clark raised an eyebrow, "Out where?"

"With my friends." She kept her responses short.

"In... That outfit?"

"What's wrong with my outfit?'

The girl was wearing a cropped black sleeveless top, showing off her toned abs, with long navy green cargo pants. Her shoes were a nice pair of black and white Air Forces. She had a nice bracelet stack on her right arm, her watch on her left, though she also had multiple rings on both hands. Her nails had extensions and a beautiful black and purple design.

He really didn't know when his little girl grew up.

"I don't know if that's a good idea honey. It's just that Lex Luthor was—"

"When is Lex Luthor not up to something. I'll be fine. I always am."

The only thing that came after that was the sound of the front door closing.

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Clark's hand was mid-raise about to call out her name when he heard the door closing. He sighed, putting his arm down and shaking his head, "When was she... like that?"

Clark never really did have that much time with her, not after Jon was born, having to take care of a baby was exhausting you know? And not long after he got out of his toddler stage he got his powers.

Could you blame the man for getting excited? His first born, a daughter, never inherited his powers, never even showed any signs of being even half Kryptonian, but Jon, he hadn't even reached his teen years before he discovered his powers, so of course the man had to focus more on his son, right?

She was always a sweet girl, never disrespectful so he never had to worry about her. And her grades... She did well, he thinks. He never really asked and she never told him, did she?

She tried but she gave up once she realised he would never listen.

He took one look at the front door before going back to writing his article, he decided that he was going to ask her about school when she came back. She should be in college now, right?

Wrong, she had already graduted as the youngest graduate of MIT while being valedictorian of her graduate year.

He'll ask her which college she went to and if she hadn't, he would help her decide. Yes, that seems like a good idea.

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The girl sighed as walked out to a nearby abandoned parking lot, looking around to see if there was anybody close by. Seeing that there was nobody she threw a small cube to the floor, causing her black and purple convertible to glitch in front of her.

In her vigilante form she would have her iconic black and purple motorcycle, the one that she's matching with Jason, whose motorcycle was black and red, but she couldn't risk getting recognised by some people who are a bit too perceptive. Cough. Cough. Batman.

She got in and started the car, changing the song on the audio player to play "Whiplash" by Aespa while putting on her sunglasses before driving off. The open roof allowed the music to be heard as she drove past multiple cars.

She drove for a short while before parking in front of a cafe, a cybercafe to be specific. Walking in, she heard the bell jingle.

"Welcome! May I take your order— Oh not you again."

"You wound me, my friend." She placed her sunglasses on her head as she walked in.

"Let me guess. A death wish iced coffee with 8 extra shots of espresso."

"You know me too well." Our main character flashed a foxy smile at the barista.

The girl had been coming here since her days at MIT, basically made this her second home with how much time she spent in here, sitting in the area where it was just a normal cybercore aesthetic cafe instead of where the PCs were and grinding for her exams. Spent so much time in the cafe that she got to know every single worker there, especially the barista who owned the cafe. Y/n was running on pure spite and caffeine, still is to this day.

She payed for her drink and walked to the table, seeing her very recognisable partner in crime at a table in the section without the PCs, waiting for her, "Remind me why we always come here again?"

She went to take the seat in front of him, "You know this is the only place that sells this amount of caffeine to me."

"Yeah you even drink more than Tim. And that says a lot." He had a hint of teasing in his voice as he looked at his girl.

The girl rolled her eyes in response, "Haha. Very funny."

Jason sipped on his frappuccino, "So are we not gonna talk about that tube—"

All of a sudden he was interrupted by the sound of everyone's phone pinging.

A flash flood warning.

The pair looked out of the window, suddenly seeing a wave of water coming towards the cafe.

"What the fuck. That can't be natural."

The girl simply looked at her nails with an odd amount of calmness, “Yeah, it’s probably not.”

Jason pushed his chair and stood up, “We have to evacuate the citizens to the roof.”

“What. I haven’t even gotten my daily coffee intake yet–” 

“Y/n!” 

“Ugh! Fine!” The sound of her chair scraping and falling to the ground was agonising. 

The duo helped the bartender guide everyone to the roof before quietly slipping away into the shadows, jumping over to another rooftop.

"Any luck contacting your family?" She stood at the roof's edge, looking down to see the water flooding the city.

Jason slipped on his iconic red helmet, instantly his suit started to glitch in place of his civvies, "Nope. Comms are completely down."

He toyed with his built in communication device before tuning into their duo channel, "Ours still work though."

"Of course it still works. It'll take a lot more than water to disrupt my tech. I would think you of all people would know that." The girl had an expression of mock offense, "You know how much shit you put your suit into and it's still perfectly functional? Who's to thank for that?"

“Sorry, princess. You just never cease to amaze me.” Jason shrugged as he tilted his head down to look at the girl standing next to him, who scoffed in response.

The girl rolled her eyes, sliding on her signature purple and black kitsune mask, her outfit glitching into her vigilante suit, a rare thing for the public eye to see. Supernova was usually never seen out on the field unless it was serious. 

"Oh? This flood is serious enough for you to come out of hiding?" Jason teased, she could almost see the shit eating grin he had on his face behind that helmet.

With a flick of her wrist, a purple holographic screen appeared in front of her, paired with a matching purple holographic keyboard, "I'm more concerned if this is happening all over the States and not just Gotham.

Her hands typed quickly on the keyboard effortlessly, "Because it's one thing for Gotham to go against mother nature but it's another if it affects the entirety of the States."

Jason leaned over to see the screen over her shoulder, "What are you planning now?"

"Well first of all I'm going to make sure that none of the security measures around Arkham Asylum were deactivated and if they were I'm getting them back up."

Jason nodded as he heard her words, that was a smart first move.

"And... Done." Y/n quickly changed her screen, "Now I'm connecting all of the heroes' comms with ours."

Jason blinked once, then twice, before finally speaking, though only one word came out from him, "What."

Her eyes were focused on her screen, "If your comms are down with the Bats and this is happening all over the States that means the League are all disconnected and everything will go to shit. And sure the old bat could have a contingency plan for this but better safe than sorry."

Jason raised an eyebrow under his helmet, "Won't they track it back to you?"

"If they could they would've done it ages ago." Her hands finally stopped typing, screens everywhere around the states lit up, the Star of Themis appearing as her voice echoed into the what should have been disrupted comms of the Justice League, Teen Titans and Young Justice, “That should do it.”

Meanwhile, back in the Batcave Barbara, Tim and Bruce were huddled around the Batcomputer, trying to get comms back up or at least get the Batcomputer to turn back on. Duke was on the dayshift alone when suddenly their comms were cut off and an anomaly was detected before everything shut off completely.

All of a sudden the screens of the Batcomputer lit up, “Oh that must’ve done it–...” Barbara’s words trailed off as she noticed the familiar star symbol, feeling defeated. Just at that moment that husky voice that they knew all too well echoed in the Batcave.

“Hiya~ Supernova here. Couldn’t help but notice that a flood has taken over Gotham, I don’t suppose it’s the same for the rest right? Please say that it isn’t happening in other places because if it is that's so much more work for me.”

“Supernova–” The name was essentially growled out.

Y/n immediately cut him off. “Ah ah. Now’s not the time for your usual hostility, Superman. Answer my question first.” 

“...Metroplisis is flooded too.”

“Coast city too.”

“Same at Central city.“

"Star City as well."

"Gateway city is."

"Midway City is also flooded."

"Here in Jump City too."

As she heard the rest of the heroes slowly confirm, she let out a deep sigh, “Okay so the plan is—”

“And why would we listen to you?” The unshakeable voice of the man of steel could be heard through the communication route. 

“Well for starters I’m the only reason everyone can even communicate with each other now so be grateful. And second of all you wouldn’t want your family to drown would you?” The girl paused and tilted her head, tone snarky, “Oh wait, it’s not like you care all that much about them anyways.”

The silence in the communication route after that comment was suffocating.

A sudden growl was heard, “What do you know about my family? You have no right to speak about them like that–”

“Oh yeah because you're such a happy family of four." Her words were laced with thick sarcasm.

"Yes we are actually."

It was silent for a good minute before a shocked and amused laugh echoed through the communication route, "You didn't even realise what was wrong with that sentence."

Her laugh continued for some time, after that she wiped a tear from the side of her eye, "Oh man. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time."

"What do you mean–"

"Enough! We don't have time for this." The deep voice from the original bat was heard, "What was your plan, Supernova?"

“Of course. Now before I was so rudely interrupted.” Her words clearly targeted, “A metal ball looking gadget is materialising in front of each of you right now.” 

As she said that, true to her words, each hero and vigilante had a metal ball glitch in front of them, even Jason who was right next to our main character. 

“These gadgets can capture and contain huge amounts of water. Simply place them at the centrals of your respective cities and that should solve the problem.”

“...That’s all?”

It seemed like everyone was expecting something more complicated. 

“What were you expecting? For me to connect the entire US draining system to drain the flood?" She paused, "Well I could. But I’m abit too lazy for that, yeah?” Her voice was was too casual for the words she just spoke but they had more pressing matters to attend to right now.

In front of her she had a holographic 3D map of each city, “A holographic 3D map of your respective cities have appeared infront of you. I have used your individual symbols to mark a central location of your cities. Just press the button on the gadget and our problem will be solved. Once you’re at your designated location wait for my signal, coordination is key here. Though the solution is simple, a single mistake can mess everything up. So be patient, yeah?” 

“Totally not stressful, princess.”

The sarcastic voice sounded out from beside her making Y/n give him a playful shove, "I try my best, darling."

“Flirting so shamelessly in front of so many, how utterly disgraceful.” A boy that was exactly three apples tall hissed out.

“Speaking like a victorian child as always, demon spawn.” Jason shot back towards his little brother. 

"Okay okay enough. We got a job to do. Let's go." With that Y/n muted herself and was about to jump off, her mechanical wings, one black, one white, unfurled from her suit.

Jason grabbed her arm and spun her towards him, pulling her closer to him, "Not so fast, princess. Trying to leave without giving me a goodbye kiss?"

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, "You'll live."

"Oh c'mon please?" Jason said in a teasing voice, "Or you can make it up with me tonight–"

Dick had to interrupt, "Woah woah there are children in the comms."

"I am not a child–!" Damian growled out before his comms got cut off.

Y/n turned to Jason, "You didn't mute yourself?"

Jason took off his helmet for a split second, "Never planned to, princess." He winked and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his touch lingering before he reluctantly pulled away, placing his helmet back on.

"See you on the other side." He gave a two finger salute as he jumped to another roof and another until he became a small black blob in Y/n's vision.

The girl sighed, a small smile hidden underneath her kitsune mask as she set off in the opposite direction, away from her partner.

Meanwhile the younger heroes(and some of the Justice League) were all listening into the comms to hopefully hear more of the duo's interaction to gossip about later, they ended up disappointed when they realised the two had went in opposite directions.

As she flew around the skies of Gotham, surveying to see if any citizens needed help she saw a small black blob floating in the water, thinking it was a black kitten in need of help she activated the lenses of her mask and zoomed in to take a closer look and to her surprise what she saw wasn't a kitten, it was in fact a stray Robin!

Y/n giggled as she saw the Robin bobbing up and down the water, his suit had seemingly deployed it's emergency flotation device. She flew down and picked him up from his cape akin to a mother cat picking up her kitten by the scruff.

She saw the Robin panicking before realising it was her, his cheeks reddened instantly, "Unhand me you heathen!"

The girl simply chuckled as the boy made no attempt to escape despite his words, she landed safely on the skyscraper Damian was supposed to be on and placed him down.

The poor boy probably didn't alert anyone of his predicament due to embarrassment, Y/n chuckled at the thought but coughed to hide it once Damian hissed, "What are you laughing at?"

While Damian tried to look scary all she saw was a wet angry kitten hissing at her, the boy was basically the same colour as Jason's helmet, out of anger or embarrassment she didn't know, probably a mix of both.

Y/n waved her hand dismissively, "Who's laughing? I don't hear any laughter." The boy growled and was about to retort before our main character stopped him, "C'mon demon spawn, I'll help you with the device."

"I don't need help–"

"Yes yes, you're very capable. I'll just lend a helping hand." Somehow the metal ball device in his utility belt ended up in her hands as she beckoned the Robin over.

She threw the ball in the air a few times before kneeling down and handing it to the child that was three apples tall, his eye twitched as he snatched the ball back from the girl, "You dare to mock my height when you're not much taller."

"Your words are as sharp as ever, demon spawn." The boy's hand was itching to grab his katana, he's been waiting for a rematch ever since that night.

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The Robin was panting as he held his katanas, his body shaking with exhaustion. He couldn't see a way to best his opponent. He had been trained by the best assassins in the world and he couldn't even beat a hacker that hides behind a screen all the time! His mother and grandfather didn't train him just to lose against this.

A masked figure barely looked back at him, her katanas glinting in the moonlight, "Not bad demon spawn. Come back when you're stronger, you have so much potential to unlock. Unfortunately I'm quite busy tonight, so I'll have to take my leave."

He wasn't even bleeding, she purposely avoided making him bleed, she didn't even treat him seriously!

He had been bested with his own weapon that night.

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"No retort this time? How odd."

Her teasing voice snapped him back to reality, he realised that he zoned out with a dangerous variable next to him. Was he losing it?

He snarled, "Just tell me what I have to do with this device." He was scrutinising the small device in his hand.

"Okay okay. To be honest all you have to do is press that purple button–" She immediately covered the button on the metal ball after seeing his finger almost press the button instantly, "Once I give the signal."

Damian scoffed, "Could've started with that." He swatted her hand away from the gadget and started to inspect it once more.

Y/n let out a small chuckle before tuning back into the comms, the boy could hear her husky voice in his comms and from the source, right next to him, "Hey. Everybody in position?"

She waited for everybody to confirm their positions before speaking again, "Okay. On the count of three, you press the purple button."

She didn't have to hear their response before counting down, the instruction was as simple as it could get.

1.

They each felt the weight of the metal ball in their hand as they waited for the count.

2.

Some had smiles on their face, some were serious, some were curious, some were interested, but they all shared one emotion, anticipation.

3.

They all pressed the purple button, watching as the metal ball suddenly flew into the sky with great speed but what happened next was something that made the entire communication route silent, words truly couldn't justify the beauty of the scene.

The water beneath them started to tremble, droplets, instead of falling from the sky, seemed to be defying gravity and going up instead, before being pulled towards the metal ball, as if it was being magnetised. The liquid started to form a hypnotic spiral pattern, the water catching the light, causing it to seem as though it was sparkling. It was jaw dropping to see the laws of nature being defied right before their eyes.

Damian looked up at the sky in awe, his eyes wide as he saw the scene which could only be described as a scene right out of a comic. Similar to the ones he has been secretly reading.

Y/n gave the boy a side glance, not moving her head away from the direction of the scene, "It's quite a sight, isn't it?"

The boy could only nod, he couldn't bare himself to take his eyes of the scene for one second, not until the gadget had seemingly finished it's job of containing all the surrounding water, falling out of the sky and back to it's owner's hands.

"Looks like my job is done." Her voiced echoed through the communication route once more, breaking the silence as she tossed the metal ball into the air and it glitched away midair.

At the same time all the metal ball devices with the rest of the heroes glitched away as well.

"Thank you for your service. Ah. Just in time too. I rebooted the electrical plant. Your own comms should be working now. And don't worry about any escapees from Arkham Asylum, Bat, that was the first thing i took care of. Until next time, my dear heroes." Was all she said before she deactivated the comms she had set up for the heroes.

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"Were we just used–”

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She turned to look at the Robin that just stared at her. When did she even reboot the electrical plant? Was it when he was looking at the water being collected? Damnit he was distracted twice now when he was right next to her. He clenched his fists. This shouldn't be happening.

Y/n stepped closer towards the edge of the building, giving her signature two finger salute before jumping off, "See you around, demon spawn."

The boy couldn't run fast enough to stop her, when he reached the edge himself and looked down there was already no trace of her left. Damnit. He didn't even have the chance to challenge her to another duel.

"Robin. Robin come in." Damian heard his father's voice through their own communication line now, seems like she wasn't lying and it was back up already, not that he ever doubted her, well not her, just her abilities, he would never trust her. Right?

"Robin here." Damian responded in a gruff voice.

"Why didn't you confirm your position just now?"

Ah right. The boy was right next to her so he didn't have to confirm his position, not that he would ever admit that to his father.

"I didn't need to. She probably knew all of our positions anyways." He grumbled out as he jumped away from the current rooftop he was on.

Bruce didn't question him any further but he knew. And Damian knew that he knew.

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As Clark and the two Superboys flew back home, his two boys were talking about random things before he suddenly spoke, thinking about the words the hacker had spoke, "I just don't get it. What did she mean..." He questioned, mostly speaking to himself.

“Oh yeah because you're such a happy family of four."

Conner shrugged, "Maybe she's just salty that she doesn't have a family."

"You shouldn't say that! That's mean... Even if she's a little bit mean sometimes..." Jon muttered the last part as he continued to fly.

There was a silence that ensued between the three of them as they were left to their own thoughts.

What could that mean? They were a happy family of four. Him, Lois, Conner, Jon... Why did it feel like he was forgetting someone?

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Y/n!

All of them came to the same realisation at the same time.

First thing that hit them was guilt for forgetting her, the second was fear. How did Supernova know how many people were in they're family? That, at the very least, meant that she knew their real identities.

Clark immediately contacted Bruce, explaining the situation quickly. Bruce raised his eyebrows as he heard the new information, he was concerned of course but... Since when did Clark have a daughter? And why didn't he know about her at all? A Kryptonian he had no information on or contingency plan at all? That was concerning. He had to get that fixed but before he could ask for more information on her Clark disconnected the call.

It didn't help that Clark didn't even mention what her name was before he disconnected the call, saying he has to go check up on his daughter.

Bruce didn't have much things to work with here. The only thing he could think of was calling the one person who's in contact with the hacker herself so that he could make sure that the Kryptonian family was at least not in danger.

Bruce sighed as the entered the communication line with him.

"I need your help."

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Y/n sighed as she finally reached back to the Kent's home. She took off her kitsune mask prior to avoid suspicion and decided to drive her black and purple convertible back to the nearby abandoned parking lot once more.

She usually would return to her own penthouse but she left a really nice mini dress here that she wanted to wear, not that it really mattered since she would be wearing her vigilante outfit the whole night but it's the thought that counts, you know?

She was ready to take a long well deserved shower. She took off her make up, grabbed her towel and entered her bathroom.

Once she stepped out of the shower, the mirror fogged up with steam, she dried herself off with her towel before going to grab the tight black mini dress she simply adored that showed off her body and exposes a little bit of her cleavage.

She wasn't afraid to wear things like this, she could fight. Not that she had to with Jason by her side like a loyal guard dog that isn't afraid to bite.

She was putting on her lip gloss when Jon bursts into her room, Y/n was a bit surprised and confused as she looked at him through the mirror. First, he just came back from the whole flood fiasco, so he should be resting right now and second, he came to her? That's a first.

He seemed to frown for a second as he saw her outfit before returning to his usual sunny smile as he waved a piece of paper in the air, "Hey sis! Can you help me with my homework?"

'Sis?' Y/n could barely hold back the cringe as she decided not to look towards him and continued to put her lip gloss on at her vanity, barely even acknowledging him causing him to pout.

"Sis~" The boy whined from the lack of attention as he came closer to the girl.

"I'm sure you can ask someone else for help, Jonathan." Y/n said as she pressed her lips together as she finished her lip combo, closing the lip gloss and placed it back on her vanity.

Jon froze as he heard that. 'Jonathan'? His sister calling him that made them feel so... distant. He continued to follow her as she walked around her room, putting on some jewellery, "But I want you to help me!"

"I'm a bit busy tonight, Jonathan. I'm sure Clark wouldn't mind helping you."

'You even call dad by his name?' Jon's thoughts made him lose track of his original purpose as he didn't even notice that she had already left her room, leaving him alone standing in the middle of her room that smelled like vanilla from her perfume with only his thoughts.

"Why was she so... cold? Was she always like that?" Jon questioned out loud, looking around her room that was kind of empty. It didn't hold any warmth, like it wasn't actually being lived in, there were only a few things left here and there, it looked like an older sibling’s room when they leave for college.

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When was the last he even stepped foot in this room? Jon was currently standing in front of the closed door, contemplating whether he should go in or not. He finally pushed himself to just do it, if he stood there any longer he knew he would chicken out, it was such a spur of the moment decision that he even forgot to knock.

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He sighed as he left the room without his desired results, even worse actually. She barely even acknowledged him! After all that courage he built up to even enter her room in the first place. There was no way she used to be that... He tried to find a different word than cold to describe that but all he could think of was how she dismissed him like he was a stranger.

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Y/n shrugged off the interaction with Jon and walked in the hallway, beelining for the door, before she got stopped by a certain leather jacket wearing teenager, calling out her name as he leaned against the doorframe of his room, "Yo."

The boy looked her up and down with a raised brow, "I'm guessing you're going to the club? Or maybe a bar?" He was purely guessing off her outfit.

Y/n was wearing a tight black mini dress, with a pair of red bottom heels, a small designer handbag hanging off her shoulder. Along with a nice bracelet stack on her right arm with matching simple silver earrings that shined when the light hit it just right, and her nails with extensions that were sharp enough to do enough damage if scratched.

"I'm going out with my friend." She kept her answer short and curt, trying to walk past him but he blocked her.

The boy let out a teasing remark, "Do you even have friends?"

He was expecting a retort from her but all he got in return was a deadpan stare, he raised both his hands up as if to show that he meant no harm, "I'm just joking~"

He tried backtracking, "So is it just a friend or…?"

"It's none of your business." Her tone was icy, she said as crossed her arms waiting for him to move out of the way.

Conner let out a strained chuckle as he tried to navigate his way around her aloofness, "Well if it's nothing then there should be no problem with me tagging along–"

Before Conner could finish his sentence, Y/n cut him off, "Yeah no sorry. I don't hang out with kids."

"K-kid? I'm not a kid–!" Conner stuttered over his words as he turned red.

"You're a minor. That mean's you're a kid." She waved her hand dismissively as she simply walked past the now stunlocked boy.

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Conner blinked a few times, trying to process what just happened. She wasn't like this before. He knew she wasn't. She used to be the type of person that gave off the older sister vibes, the one that would roll her eyes when he asked if he could buy something but would buy it for him anyways, the one that would banter with him, the one who would drive him to get some takeout at 3 in the morning.

His fists were clenched, when was the last time that actually happened? He couldn't seem to remember. He tried(keyword: tried) to shrug off her detached behaviour, perhaps he would try asking her to take him to get some food again soon, it's been too long since the last time after all.

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She continued to walk to the front door, this time she started speed walking, hoping that she wouldn't have to run into another person trying to talk to her.

She turned the key to unlock the door, 'Finally I can leave–'

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing his throat. Of course she just had to jinx herself. At this point she started to regret not going out by her window, she turned around to face the man who has stopped her just as she was about to escape, not just once but twice today.

"Sweetheart." The man started, Y/n almost gagged as she heard that nickname come out from his mouth, a nickname she hasn't heard in years.

"A-Are you going to the bar? Don't you think you should be focusing on your studies?" The man felt awkward as he stood infront of her, his words stuttering as he looked at her, were her eyes always purple? He could've sworn they were the same bright blue as his or at least the same light blue eyes he had fallen in love with.

"I mean you're around the age where you should be in college. Are you in one yet? If you’re not it’s fine! I-I don't want to stress you but if you need help you could always ask me–" It seemed as though Clark didn't see how her jaw clenched as he continued to talk with a slight stutter. Like how he didn't see her for years.

The more that man said the more she felt her blood boil, is he seriously acting like he cares now? After years of neglect? Of not showing a hint of interest in what she says? Of ignoring her in favour of the son who had actually shown signs of being half Kryptonian?

Now it's not like she actually held anything against Jon, she'd grown out of that hateful stage years ago. She just didn't want anything with him, well not specifically him, she wanted to distance herself from that family in general.

Having enough of hearing the original Super's voice she found the words coming out of her mouth before she could think it through, something that hasn't happened in years, "I already graduated college. As a valedictorian."

The air around changed, it was almost as if the air was filled with more electricity than normal. Clark opened his mouth, before closing it again, the words stuck in his throat. When did she graduate? His only daughter, his first born. Then why was she never a priority, Clark?

Did she ever tell him about that? No... There's no way she did. He would've remembered if she did, right? Or was he not listening? How could he not listen to such important information?

Her graduation ceremony! Did anyone go? Did she have to walk the stage with no one watching her? He didn't go to her graduation ceremony.

He didn't go.

He didn't go.

He didn't go.

He was only pulled out of his spiral when he heard Lois calling out his name concerningly. He looked up at the door, only to find it closed and locked once more. She left. She left.

Clark slowly walked to the couch and sat down, burying his face in his hands, "Lois... I... I think we really messed up."

It seemed as though the man was far too distracted with his own thoughts to realise that her eyes had glowed slightly purple during that conversation.

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Y/n let out a sigh of relief, now that she was actually out of there she started to think about what she said, "I probably shouldn't have exposed myself."

She looked around the abandoned parking lot to make sure nobody would see her, once it was clear she put on her kitsune mask, her vigilante outfit glitching onto her, "Well what's done is done. I'm not returning to that house for a good while."

"Don't even know why they kept bothering me one after another." She muttered as she threw a small cube to the floor, her black and purple convertible glitched into existence once more. All she had to do was press a button that made it change it's form, turning into her vigilante persona's iconic black and purple motorcycle that was matching with Jason, she had specially created these motorcycles just for them. They were unique, faster, more resilient than the usual motorcycles you would see.

A smirk slowly creeped up behind her mask as she got on the motorcycle, "It's time to have some fun." She revved her engine before speeding out of the abandoned parking lot, leaving a trail of purple behind her.

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Jason sped through the roads, Bruce had called him and usually he would pick then hang up almost instantly just to annoy him but before he could even reach for the hang up button, Bruce had asked him directly, that he needed help.

As soon as the call connected Jason got a, "I need your help." Spoken in his signature deep, rough Bat tone.

So now he was speeding to the Batcave. I mean c'mon, it's not everday that you hear THE Batman asking for help. He wasn't going to miss the opportunity to rub this in the old man’s face in the future. Though he hoped that it would be quick, he had to accompany Y/n later to the information club so no creeps would dare come close.

Of course he knew that she could handle herself just fine, but he didn't want her to have to do that. He wants her to feel protected.

He drove into one of the many secret tunnels leading into the Batcave, parking his black and red motorcycle before getting off it and taking off his red helmet.

He saw Tim and Barbara huddled near the Batcomputer while Bruce standed behind them, Tim and Bruce still in their costumes, they were likely trying to make sure that all systems were back up again.

Though his loud entrance made them turn over to him, he saw Bruce looking at his motorcycle, his eyes narrowing as he saw the small mark on the side of the motorcycle; the Star of Themis. That mark could only mean one thing, it was the work of Supernova.

Jason gave a wolfy grin as he got off his vehicle, "It's pretty, isn't it?"

Bruce wasn't sure whether he was talking about the motorcycle or the mark, maybe both, but either way he knew that he wasn't just complimenting the inanimate object but also the creator of said object.

"I've literally been begging for you to let me take a look at it." Tim said as he tried getting closer to the motorcycle only for Jason to block him.

"Yeah no way am I letting you touch my motorcycle, replacement." Jason said as he flicked Tim's forehead, making the shorter boy groan and soothe his now red forehead.

"You can't just brag about having a motorcycle made by THE Supernova and not let me take a closer look!" Tim said the hacker's name with a tone of admiration and curiousity, "That's like dangling a carrot right infront of a bunny!"

Jason rose a brow at Tim's choice of words, "So you're a bunny now?"

"You know that's not what I meant–"

The two brothers continued their childish bickering with Bruce sighing at the back. But it seemed as though Bruce wasn't the only one that seemed upset by the sight of that mark.

The ginger sitting in front of the Batcomputer pushed up her glasses and spoke, breaking the two brothers’ banter, "I don't even understand why you're all so worked up over her. It's not like she's anything special."

Instantly, the temperature in the Batcave increased by a ton, sweat began to form on Barbara's forehead as she looked at the source. Jason had the look in his eyes that said he was not against launching himself at the person who tried to talk down his girl.

Despite that Barbara continued, "The only reason why she's so successful is because of her powers. She doesn't actually have any skill."

The only warning was the single twitch of his eye before he lunged himself at Barbara, holding her up by her shirt with just his right hand, lifting her from her wheelchair, his eyes glowing a dangerous green, "You want to repeat that again?"

Before he could continue a familiar husky voice sounded from his helmet that is being held by his free hand, "Anger spike detected. Step back and take a breath, my love."

It seemed like it was a pre-recorded message Y/n had programmed into his helmet that senses the change in the Lazarus levels in his body. And she had purposely used her own voice since she knew it would calm him down.

Jason scoffed as he let go of Barbara, uncaring where she lands as he placed his helmet back on and started walking back to his motorcycle.

"Wait Jason I still need to–" Bruce said as he followed his son for a few steps, trying to reason with him.

"I'm not staying another second in a place where my girl isn't respected." Jason growled, giving him the finger before he got back on his motorcycle, purposely revving his engine loudly before taking off.

Bruce sighed as his only source of information was gone now, he looked at the ginger who luckily, landed safely in her wheelchair, "Did you have to provoke him?"

Barbara looked turned away, refusing to say anything, she simply fixed her shirt before going back to looking at the screens of the Batcomputer.

Tim side eyed the ginger in question, "Why do you even dislike Supernova that much anyways?"

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As he stormed out of the Batcave he heard the familiar husky voice that instantly calms his nerves, coming through his comms, "Hey darling~ You on your way yet?"

Jason let his lips twitch up slightly underneath his helmet, "Of course I am, princess. I'll be there before you know it."

She always knew exactly how to calm him down.

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Bonus scene:

Tim crushed the can of another monster and threw it into the concerningly big pile of other finished energy drinks. He had been up for hours, scouring through security cams all over Gotham to see if he could figure out what caused the mystery flood.

It had been hours and hours of boring sped up footage until he finally came across something interesting. Now he didn't say it was useful, just very interesting.

He had an evil grin as he downloaded the footage and transferred the short clip to his tablet.

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Damian could see Tim from the corner of his eyes while he was sharpening his katana, he didn't like the smug smile that Tim had on his face.

Damian finally addressed the older boy, "What do you want, Drake."

Tim hummed out, "Hmm nothing... Just wondering how good of a look did you get of Supernova's wings."

Damian turned around, his katana now glinting in the light, his teeth gritting against each other, "What do you mean Drake?"

All Tim had to do was wave the tablet he had in his hands, showing a video of Supernova picking Damian up by his cape.

Once Tim saw Damian move even an inch he took that as his sign to book it, with Damian hot on his trail screaming out his last name with katana in hand.

Bruce sighed as he sipped his coffee, being able to hear Tim being chased all throughout the manor from the dining room, it was far too early for this.

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Did any of you catch that I already teased reader's "vigilante" alias in the prologue🤭🤭 You'll find out the backstory on how the name "Supernova" came to be in future chapters. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON TODD! yes i definitely planned to release this on his birthday... definitely... also sorry for disappearing LOL i'm not dead guys

MASTERLIST. invincible masterlist

super!reader, who is involved in her community. she uses her strength and flight to help build homeless shelters. she volunteers at soup kitchens. saves residents from burning buildings. helps old ladies cross the road. saves cats from trees. carries endangered animals away from hunting grounds. she turned the colours blue and red into a sign of hope, trust, and protection.

super!reader, who knows omniman before mark gets his powers.

D. GRAYSON X SUPER!READER

FLOWERS are only sent when dick is too nervous to talk to you.

a/n: just wanted to make something for super reader bc i haven’t in a while

Why would a simple alien from a planet that’s no longer live on earth, have a human boyfriend who’s very affectionate and is a leader to other superheroes, and suddenly get flowers at their door? Now listen. You and dick go allll the way back when you actually use to be apart of the teen titans and just young kids.

You’ve both wanted to have a separate part of the hero life from your mentors. You both couldn’t be the sidekicks that are just “too” cute to be independent.

When dick wanted you to join him on this journey, he sent you flowers with a small note. “Wanna join me?” Simple like that. Nothing too bad , nothing too flirty or desperate. It’s just him making sure for you to know your decision matters more. And it began to grow more.

Any fight? Flowers.

Any holiday he could think of to talk to you but chicken out? Flowers.

Any date. Flowers of course .

You get the image right?

He didn’t meant to feel jealous when he saw you actually getting close to starfire or anyone that had close powers to you. He wasn’t that jealous when of course Aqualad introduced himself and you were smitten by his personality.

Of course not…

He wanted to turn him into sushi.

But he doesn’t have to do that because you and him are finally together and happy! Yippe for dick! You’re both now adults and he still gets nervous around his kryptonian partner. He’ll literally put foil over the flowers so you could guess what they are. It’s adorable but … sometimes they end up dead cause you can’t see them through the walls.

You’re someone… not him. Not Superman, not a simple sidekick. Just you. so you kinda don’t like using your powers much. Like at all. You kinda retired ever since Kon El came around. You were in your apartment when suddenly the bell of your front door rang.

Walking over to the door , you opened it to see your favorite bundle of flowers. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Lifting up the bouquet, you turn a little white note seeing a simple ‘ D.G’ in the bottom of it.

‘Dear super cutie, hope you remember to come to our spot for tonight. Bring the Chinese takeout too, thanks babe!’

He could’ve texted… but guess he wants to relive moments. You opened your window and flew out of it gently.

He’ll always send flowers.

'because my head is full of poison and my heart is full of doubt'

Wally West x supes!reader

synopsis: Training in the Watchtower was going fine until your powers got out of control... good thing Wally is around.

-> hurt/comfort, brief panic attack, supes!reader lore mentioned (lab rat) (yes ik that trope is overused but it fits) short drabble

a/n: the title was inspired by the song 'the cure' by olivia rodrigo. sadly the fic doesn't have a lot to do with the actual song, it's just my interpretation of the song mixed with the situation the reader is in. i think it fits

Your chest heaved with every step you took, and you felt your throat closing as if something was clawing at it.

You ran through the halls, tears slipping.

After tripping and falling, you sat down against a wall.

You looked angrily at the concrete, until a hole burned through it. You only managed to scare yourself more.

The people in the white robes had taken everything from you before Clark had found you. They took your family, your future, your normalcy, and the most important thing; your humanity.

At least that's what you thought. Seeing what you could do with your... new abilities scared you. You were no longer a normal human. And those scientifics had made sure to remind you. Every. Single. Day.

One of the only things that kept you anchored, (apart from your new family) was Wally. Hapiness and sarcasm rolled up and stuffed inside a person. He was always there for you. Didn't matter the time or day.

When you were with him, you could't help but wonder if he could be capable of leaving you too.

Today had been a rough training day. Clark took you to the Watchtower, to make sure you could train properly. Some other JL members were also there, some had brought their sidekicks with them.

At a point in trying to test your reflexes, you ended up hurting yourself. When you lost control after that, you ran.

The unfamiliar halls of the Watchtower reminded you vaguely of the sterile lab walls. And now, sat and trying to breathe, you think about the people that were in the training room with you.

What if you had hurt any of them?— but the thing that really took up the worry in your mind— What if you had hurt Wally? What if he was scared of you now?

Without realizing, you were hyperventilating. Back in the day, emotions like anxiety were a weakness you got punished for. Uncounciously, you fear for the worst. For your punishment.

Suddenly, you see a blur, and a pair of strong arms are wrapped around you. A messy, red hair is close to your face as you try to breathe.

“It's alright” Wally mumbles “I'm here. It's okay. Calm down”

You wrap your arms around him too, and slowly— but surely— You get your breath back.

After a while, he sits down next to you on the floor, shoulder to shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks, you only shake your head. “M'sorry” is all you manage to mumble and get out of your chest. You want to tell him. Everything. The way you feel and why, but you can't bring yourself to do it.

“Don't be sorry for nothin'” he scoffs “You did nothing wrong”

“Yeah, no- It's just” you try explaining yourself “I don't know”

He tugs you closer to him, sliding one arm over your shoulders. “You don't have to talk if you don't want to” he whispers “We can just sit in silence. No explanations needed” You almost wanted to cry again just from the gentleness in his voice. You aren't used to it.

“Thank you”

Kryptonian!reader x Mark Grayson

warnings: Dead Dov: do not eat! Death, forced abortion? loss, bodily injury, PTSD, indoctrination, daddy issues, toxic love (only one side is toxic rlly (yours)), pregnancy

tags: Slow-burn (maybe, I mean it's only one chapter that's not rlly a chapter but spans years.), no use of y/n, AFAB reader, very brief smut (abysmal really)

An idea of where Krypton is still destroyed, and you're still sent to earth as a baby, still adopted by the Kents and everything else.

But Nolan knows of your existence from the very beginning, and they were responsible for the destruction of Krypton. They destroyed it bc they had technology advanced enough to kill Viltrumites, and so they destroyed the planet the same way Viltrum was destroyed later on.

So when you arrive as a baby, he's not worried. But then you get your powers, and he's been keeping an eye on you. So now he's worried that you might seek out revenge if you ever find out. So he guess it's best to cultivate a love/devotion for Viltrum so you never attack it bc you're strong.

This with a Super/Kent!Reader and which one of the batboys??? (Bruce can be included)

Part 1 Super!reader x Damian Wayne oblivious!reader

„C’mon Robin” you shouted to the boy behind you. You guys were racing to the Diamond District in Gotham, where a robbery was taking place. You were flying while he was using his grappling hook to swing between buildings.

Suddenly you stopped mid-air, spotting the bank. It was surrounded by 3 masked men. Seemed like an easy job. You waited for Damian and flashed him a dazzling smile „What took you so long?”

He didn’t pay attention to you and just analyzed the crime scene from the rooftop he stood on.

„I can drop you onto one of the guys” you said jokingly. He still continued to ignore you. You floated down next to him and you sat on the ledge. This was a little awkward. This whole patrol was awkward. Usually you had Jon as a mediator, but he was grounded because he tried to make some grilled cheese with his eyes, so it was just you and Damian.

You two knew eachother since you were 11 and you guys saw eachother and worked alongside eachother frequently. But Jon was always there. Somehow, Damian had a way of making you feel embarassed even though he didn’t do anything. Or maybe this embarassement is caused by your stupid feelings.

You tried to ignore them, and normally you would succed, but now when it’s just the two of you, your minds tends to wonder and you end up just wanting to talk his ears off. And kissing his stupidly beautiful face.

You stared at Damian „so what’s the plan?”

„You draw them together and I take their guns why you tie them up. Be fast Supergirl” He jumped off the roof and you followed the plan.

You never knew why you always wanted Damian’s approval. It’s probably the fact that you have a teeny-tiny crush on him. But you’ve liked other people before, and you never wanted to make them satisfied. All these feelings were so confusing and you hated them. Maybe you would even make a move if it wasn’t Damian. Your twin brother’s best friend. Damian who never shows his emotions, who is always so focused on his goals. Damian, who is the kindest person you’ve ever met. You see it in the way he talks with victims as Robin, you see it in the way he cares about animals and art, you see it in the way he always looks out for you and Jon.

„Ugh” You grown. Damian raises an eyebrow at you. You guys were in the batcave, you laying on the couch with a laptop in your lap and him sitting at the Batcomputer. „Why do we have to write this report? Bruce isn’t even here. He’s off-world with my dad. And you know he won’t care about this. We barely fought criminals.”

Damian forced you to come to the Batcave with him after your patrol. He insisted on writing up reports for some reason. This is weird because you guys never write reports. Atleast you’ve never written one. Usually after patrol, you and Jon just fly home after seeing Damian home and tell your dad the coolest thing you guys did that night.

So here you were, sitting in the Batcave in borrowed clothes (one of your excuses on why you should just go home after patrol was that you were still in your Supergirl outfit and dirty hero clothes don’t belong in clean places. He just gave you one of Steph’s old shorts and a sweatshirt that was his. It smelled like him anyways and it was dark green and that was a very Damian color). Truly, you felt weird. He ignored you during patrol and now he insisted on you staying at his house for an hour, he gave you his sweatshirt and he even got you some granola bars.

„Are you in a hurry y/n?”

„No” you huffed „I don’t even know what to write. Does – I swooped down and after delivering a swift but strong kick to his private area, he finally dropped the purse- sound good?”

He tried to hide a smile.

„Don’t laugh at me it’s not funny”

„It is a little funny”

„Help me then. I don’t want to embarass myself infront of Batman” He got up and sat next to you. He grabbed the laptop out of your arms and started reading what you wrote so far.

„You will not embarass yourself infront of my father, He likes you”

„Batman doesn’t like anyone. Except probably you guys. Plus I don’t think I ever propely spoke to him. And he’s like best friends with my dad!” He finished reading and looked up at your rambling. „How is it? Will you fix it or do I have to stay up all night to rewrite it? I can’t even write a stupid report. My parents are journalists Damian. Did you know that? And I can’t even write a stupid report. I can see that you hate it. It’s written all over your face” yeah maybe you were spiraling a bit but Damian was sitting very close to you and you are trying very hard not to look into his gorgeous eyes and grab his face and kiss him.

„Calm down” he whsipers and pushes the laptop to the side. „It’s perfect”

Your breath catches in your throath. You can feel his eyes on you and for once you tried to look anywhere but at him. His hand moves to intertwine with yours.

„What are you doing Damian?” you ask and you hate how your voice waivers as you look up at him. His cheeks have a slight pinkish tint and you know that yours are mirroring his. Damian never acted like this before. He’s not touchy or reassuring with you like he is with Jon. He prefers ignoring you and your flirty jabs. Why is he looking at you like you look at him?

„My father does not require reports from you y/n.”

„Then what am I doing here?” both of your voices dropped low. The moment seems very intimate and you are panicking. Nothing like this ever happened to you. He’s still looking into your eyes and he’s still holding one of your hands. Your are in his sweatshirt and your heart is beating very loudly.

„I wanted, needed to talk to you.” he took a deep breath. „I’m sorry for ignoring you on patrol”

„oh, don’t worry about it, I know I talk a lot”

„No, no” he cleared his throat „All night I have been thinking about how to tell you this. But I couldn’t find the right words. Last week Grayson got injured on patrol, and even before we arrived at home Starfire was there, with him. And it got me thinking about that time when we were fighting Black Mask’s men and you got stabbed’

’Well that doesn’t happen that much Damian, he just got lucky cause he bought Kryptonite from somewhere”

„I know, but I was still worried” your cheeks heated up even more. „And after some reflection I realised that I constantly worry about you. When we are patrolling, even when I know that you are safe, I worry. And I know that you can protect yourself because you are skilled and one of the smartest, most creative people I know, but I wish that I was by your side all the time.”

„What are you trying to say?” You had an idea abou what he was trying to say. And you really hoped it wasn’t a prank.

„I find myself thinking about you day and night, I feel like” you didn’t care what he felt like. You inched closer and kissed him. You felt his grip on your hands move away and he held your hips as your lips moved in synch. You smiled into it. Your hands found their way onto the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss.

Eventually you pulled away, a little dizzy, a little out of breath. You smiled up at him. „I hope this wasn’t a prank”.

His eyes darkened a bit „It was not. I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel for a while now but your brother interrupted me multiple times.”

„What?”

„The fair, that one time we went to the aquarium, when I visited your grandparent’s farm and we were tasked to clean out the stables”