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I see Vil, Mohawk, Lensless and Headcap being into Primal play too. Vil, Sinister and Mohawk would lean into being the hunter at first but can be swayed into being the hunted. Beware due, some meant be too enthusiastic. Lensless would level a city to get to you

Target and Full mask would be willing to try it if you express interest in it. Please turn the tables on them. These two would not know what to do with themselves. Target would push back a little, trying to hid how effected he is. But the red tip of his ears betray him. Full Mask meanwhile would be completely red at the face. In a couple minutes these two would be moaning and whimpering with tears in their eyes.

Instead he was surprise when not only did you made an effort to know the things he liked. But you remembered them too.

He mentioned offhandedly about an anime character he liked and you got him a keychain of said character.

Before he knew it, the two of you started talking about all his favorite series, games. Heck, he even showed you the cosplays he made and the figurines he collected.

For the first time in his life, Mark felt like could just be himself around someone. Not Invincible the masked hero or Mark the resident bad boy who gets in trouble with the cops.

Just Mark Grayson who likes to read Seance dog and learned how to sew so he can cosplay his favorite character.

So when he accidentally insult you, he knew he fucked up

You had invite him over to your place, its the first time his been inside your house. And Mark was trying his best to hid how nervous he actually was

He lowkey regrets not doing any romance routes in his games. Maybe it would better prepare him for these stage

Maybe you picked up on his nerves because low and behold you set up a game console for the two of you.

How did he get so lucky?

He toke his respective seat ready to play the game you set up. Mark already decided he would go easy on you on the first round

When the game boot up and the title screen appeared. It toke a minute for Mark to register the name. Mario Kart

"What's so funny?" You ask carrying a bowl of popcorn catching the tail end of Mark's snicker.

"I'm sorry Babe, its just-" Mark bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing again as he reach for the popcorn bowl "I think you bought the wrong game"

You stilled for a moment processing what he said "What do you mean?"

"Its a racing game, you nailed that part sweetheart but it's for kids"

You didn't say anything

"It's okay" He paused to munch on the popcorn "We've all been deceived by good cover art "

You watch Mark pop more popcorn in his mouth

"We can exchange it for a real game so you didn't waste your money, or if you like I'll find a way to get your money back babe"

".. Mark" You spoke softly drawing his attention immediately "I didn't buy these game for you"

He blinked "What?"

"I owned these game for a while now, i played a version of it when i was a kid. And when i saw they're releasing a new version, i got it for myself"

Oh "Oh" Mark looked between you and the tv screen

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"I don't understand, how can you like these?" Mark ask waving his hand towards the screen like it has personal offended him "I understand liking it as a kid but how can you still like it now, is it the nostalgia?"

You toke in a deep breath before responding "I had fun playing it by myself and with friends. You like racing games so i thought we could have fun playing it together"

Mark remembers when he introduced you to one of his favourite anime, you haven't watched the show before and despite it not being in your genre. You watched it with him and listen to him gush about it.

And here he was interrogating you on why you like Mario Kart when you set it up as a cute co-op gaming date with your boyfriend.

"Its fine" You sigh snapping Mark back into the present "We can just watch a movie or something"

Before you can take away the controllers Mark stopped you "Y/n- baby wait" grasping your hand Mark inhaled looking up at you with his sad puppy dog eyes "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that too you. I meant not like these game but i shouldn't be an ass about you liking it"

Your expression soften as you hear out Mark's apology, due you didn't respond right away. Letting him sweat for a moment before ultimately bringing him into a hug "Apology accepted". Mark sighed sagging in relief as he returned the hug tenfold, nuzzling his face into your neck before separating.

"Do you still want to play?" Mark asked holding up the controller

"Mark we don't need to play Mario Kart if you don't like it" You replied not wanting Mark to feel pressured into playing it with you

"I know but you like it. And if it's something you enjoy playing then I'm happy to play it with you" Mark replied blushing at how sappy he sounds, but it was no less true.

And that was how Mark mange to salvage the date, only to lose the battle that was Mario Kart.

It seemed simple enough, cross the finish line. Something Mark is familiar with

What Mark didn't account for was how brutal you were with the turtle shell

Mark can figure out the best route of the race course but it was the power ups that got to him

He wasn't familer with them and even when you explained what each were he was still getting use to them

Meanwhile you were incredible experience in the game and it shows

Mark used the squid to ink up your side of the screen, limiting your vision in hopes of catching up

But you were still able to navigate through the course from the small clean gap the power up didn't cover

Which Mark is impressed by and finds attractive as hell

"I can't believe i lost" Mark stares in disbelief at the screen as you cross the finish like first

"Well that's not true you came in second place, that's a good first try" You point out patting him on the back

"Yeah but I'm usually come first" He muttered with a pout "I swear I'm usually good at these"

"Hmm i don't know" You hummed thoughtfully "Sounds like an excuse to cover up your skill issue"

"You did not just say that" Mark gasp

"Oh but i did, what are you gonna do about it Bowser?" You smirked raising your controller

"Oh now it's on!" Mark grinned in return starting round 2

Mark ended up winning that round and both of you ended up having a competition too see who can get the much wins

Mark knew some of the characters, like Peach, Mario and Luigi. But he was surprise there was more then one Mario and Luigi who apparently called Wario and Waluigi

You start to explain the characters history as the two of you played, even going into the other Mario games.

"I'm not sure if they kept these in the new release but in the original Mario and the thousand year door. The robot who was Princess Peach jailer fell in love with her when he watch her take a shower"

".. What?"

"And in another section she had to take off her clothes when she turned invisible to sneak around the castle she's in"

"What!?"

"Yeah it happened"

"Why- wait no go back, rewind. Tell me more about what happened with these perv robot"

I was cleaning my inbox n accidentally deleted the ask 💔

Are they trying something new? Some other way to break him? Haven’t they done enough, he can’t be what they want, he won’t-

He needs to get home, she needs him, he promised he’d always be there for her-

He can’t abandon her he can’t he loves her he needs to get home he promised-

“Mark,” is a whisper, and Mark sucks in a lungful of air, and realises where he is.

He’s sat up in bed at home. It’s the middle of the night - that’s why it’s dark. The room is dark, not the cell, and he must’ve shoved the sheets off him. They’re only thin - he can’t have anything heavier. He can’t sleep in pyjamas, so he’s naked, and he’s hunched over his knees and his fingers are digging into his scalp.

Not his hair. That’s gone, it went early. It came back a few times, in patchy clumps, until-

He cringes back, tries not to think about it. There’s a lot he tries not to think about. He wasn’t even there all that long, really - not for a Viltrumite lifespan - but it’s…it’s so fucking much. It won’t go away. It broke him, and all he could do was crawl back home like this. To Robin.

Robin.

Her voice was the only thing that kept him sane, and when she says his name now, Mark tries to talk. Words catch his throat, clog on scar tissue, and it emerges as a high whine. Please, please touch me, please Robbie, God, I need you, please-

Her hand slides up his arm, and Mark shudders.

He feels sick. He feels like he’s the- this fucking disease, and he’ll infect her if she isn’t careful, and she isn’t. She’s never careful.

Never has been, too reckless and never giving a shit about her own life, and she touches him as if he’s still the Mark she knew. The one who asked her out in high school, and put mushy notes in her textbooks, and took her flying like they had all the time in the world, and sent her goodnight and good morning texts every single day.

Her lips press to his shoulder, to ugly, twisted skin, and he wants to yell at her to stop. Get away from him. Stop touching such a fucking freak, and he’s disgusting, and she shouldn’t have to see him. She shouldn’t ever be forced to touch him when she’s so perfect, so beautiful and she hadn’t changed much at all.

He wasn’t gone for long. It felt like forever.

“Mark,” she says beside his ear, her fingers cupping the back of his neck. Secure, safe, loving. She loves him. She loves him, even after he became…this.

It hurts to touch everything except her. His scars, they just- fucking burn, and twitch, and ache, and it sends rolling waves of nausea through him - except when it’s Robin.

She makes it bearable to exist in his own skin. She’s the reason he can sleep at all, why he’s sat on the bed instead of hovering over it, why he isn’t ripping himself apart in a desperate search for any form of relief.

She’s his relief. She’s his everything.

The tension is torn from his body, from every clenched muscle, and he slumps into her.

His sigh is wet and pathetic and he can still cry. They managed to get the lenses off once he was home, so Robin has to be able to feel him crying when he hides against the side of her neck. She should push him off when he grabs onto her hip, wraps his arm around her back and god, god, he needs her, he needs her to love him forever, he needs her to decide he’s worth it. He’s still the same. For her, he’s the same, please.

“You’re home,” she says, still holding the back of his neck, thumb rubbing soothingly over his skin. She doesn’t recoil when she has to feel the shredded attempts at healing.

She can feel too much of him; she doesn’t wear anything to bed now, either, and her thigh is bare when she slips her leg over his. Knee against his hip, patiently guiding him back down with her and letting him rest more of his body on her instead of the bed. He’s smothering her, he’s a fucking mess. She deserves better.

“You’re with me.”

No hesitation to the palm pressed against his back, finding one of the worst scars - low on his left shoulder blade, the bone contorted beneath the deep, layered burns, and he’s tried to break it, make it set right, but he kept failing and Robin said to stop. She helped him stop. He doesn’t dig his fingers under his skin and try to peel it off (get his real skin back) as much now.

“You made it out. You came back to me.” Soft, simple confirmations, and he trembles as she kisses the side of his head, just above his ear. No shying away or disgust, and- she never did. Not yet. Not ever, maybe.

He kept waiting for her to slip up, for it all to be an act and- it would’ve been okay. Who wouldn’t flinch back from him? He’s a monster. He’d fit right in with some old shitty horror movie, with really bad makeup effects, but gross enough to get a reaction. It isn’t just his face, or his arms or legs - it’s his entire body. She can’t focus on one part of him and ignore the rest.

There’s his eyes, he guesses. They aren’t so horrible. The lenses they fitted on him helped, because they didn’t want him going blind from too much damage, but…The right one, the colour’s gone- bad. His vision’s worse there and there’s a milky film over it, and they’re both bloodshot all the time.

He hates that the most - his eyes. Robin loved his eyes. Mark ruined that for her.

Nothing about him is the same. He needs to be the same. It’s all he has to give, because Robin doesn’t care if he’s the strongest. It doesn’t matter to her that he’s way more powerful than he was when she first started dating him. He learnt- he had to learn that showing weakness was the worst thing he could do, and it earned him whatever punishment followed.

But he’s here, crying, soft and weak and pathetic, and she pulls him tighter to her. Says “I love you,” and he whimpers like a fucking animal, and she strokes the back of his neck. “I love you, Mark Grayson. In fact…I love you so much, I’m gonna marry you.”

He stops breathing.

His heart is pounding, and his head goes silent.

Until-

“Sorry, this isn’t a yes or no question.” She hums, her fingers tapping lightly against his shoulder blade. “And I forgot the ring. I’ll get one tomorrow. I thought about it a lot, see, and I don’t really buy into marriage…At least, I didn’t. You changed my mind. So, unless you have a secret spouse out there with a stronger claim to you, your ass is mine until death do us part. Got it?”

He remembers how to pull air into his lungs.

How to speak, even if it’s nothing more than a sobbed, “Yes,” against her neck, her jaw, her cheek-

Her lips, and she tastes the same. She kisses him the same way she did before, and she’s gonna marry him.

(In the morning, in the light of day with no shadows to hide behind, he checks if she meant it. Just in case. It was late, and she’d just woken up - he doesn’t want her to regret what she said. It’s okay if she does.

She takes it as a challenge.

Pulls him back to bed, make him lay there without a shred of clothing on and…and hold still as she touches him. Kisses him fucking everywhere, drives him insane with her hands, her tongue, the low tease of her voice, and she said not to move, so he doesn’t. For as long as he can.

She calls him good. Calls him perfect, and hers, and gorgeous, and handsome, and it should sound like lies. It doesn’t. He feels the shape of her sighed pretty boy against his thigh, and maybe he is, to her, for her.

He’d be anything for her. If she wants him to be her husband-

And that's a glimpse of Omni-Mark's origin story :3 His tv show counterpart is such an interesting case study of a Mark that was clearly inspired off of Omni-Man, so presumably he loved and idolized the man enough to don his attire... he's the most "dad-like" of the alternate Marks in that he doesn't like to swear, coaches the other Marks on teamwork and is mostly calm, quiet and reserved. But he killed his mom and hates his home? So there's some fun thought fodder there as to how that may have happened.

That’d be a serious, real relationship, the kind old people have. Mark isn’t the type of guy who gets that. He’s a Viltrumite, duh, and he’ll have to do his duty and whatever when Dad decides it’s time to take over the planet.

But Dad married Mom, and they were together until Mom died, so it isn’t like he’s banned from marrying - Dad likes Robin, Mark’s pretty sure.

Yeah. She’s been over at the house a few times, and Dad told him he can date Robin as long as she doesn’t get in the way of training and stuff. Which she doesn’t. Robin digs all that, even gives him super useful tips and suggestions and she’s so smart, and he’s so so glad she was only joking about the ‘conflict of interest’ thing, and kept being his handler.

He’d refuse to work with the GDA if she work-dumped him. He’s only doing it at all since Dad said to, said Mark could learn a lot about control or whatever, and it’s dumb. It used to be dumb.

It hasn’t been since he met Robin, heard her voice over comms, and by the end of her shift Mark’s stomach was doing somersaults and he’d never had a crush before, and it was amazing.

Terrifying, too. Sometimes. He tries not to dwell.

Especially now they’ve been dating for a while, and he basically lives at her apartment - moved all his comics and figurines and posters in, and his games consoles too, and they bought new stuff together so it’s theirs and he felt all gooey and kind of like crying? Which was weird, and then he did cry once they unpacked it all, which was weirder, but they cuddled on the couch all evening and that was pretty great.

His eyes feel prickly and warm now. Probably because it’s so bright out today. They’re at the park, just walking around, and it should be super boring. It’s a park, not exactly exciting, and he’s in civvies so it isn’t as if anyone will pop out from behind a bush to, y’know, ambush him (oh, he should tell Robin that one later).

Let’s get married, she said casually, like she was suggesting they go out to the club she likes best, with the cracked tile floors and glass bar. Like she was asking him to fly her over to some concert she wants to check out, and they’ll sneak in because it’s more fun that way, and he’ll barely look at the stage at all.

He’s still holding Robin’s hand, and he goes back to the loose swinging. Shoves his other hand in his hoodie pocket, fist clenched tight and- he can’t look at Robin. He chews on his bottom lip, and it’s a mean joke, isn’t it? She can be mean but this is- it’s a little, uh, extra mean.

“You don’t wanna marry me,” he says quickly, throws in a wide grin as he manages a glance over. Just to check on her. He catches a glimpse of her face - the tilt of it toward him, warm and soft and he blinks fast, looks away, and he’s so fucking nervous, Jesus.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asks, that low tease he has memorised by now and a laugh bubbles in his throat, but he swallows it down. She isn’t flirting with him on comms. She’s saying she- she asked- she said they should-

“I don’t have a ring? Yeah.” He nods, because you can’t get married without rings. Obviously. And that’s why Robin could never want to marry him; he forgot the rings for…when she proposed to him. Okay. Clearly, he’d make an awful husband if he can’t manage this much. “Totally ringless. Not a ring in sight and I have- I have pretty good eyes. I can see…far. And I don’t see any rings.”

He hastily shields his eyes with one hand (the one not holding Robin’s, because he doesn’t want to let go even if his hand is getting clammy) and makes a show of searching.

They’ve slowed down on the circling route around the park. He gets less antsy if they’re moving while on a date, even if it’s just a slow walk; he likes taking her flying more. But it’s still nice.

One step in front of the other, and he has to match his strides to her super short ones, and sometimes he’ll trip her just so he can catch her and blame, like, a rock or whatever. He likes when she calls him ‘my hero’, and her deadpan tone is so funny, and-

She’s hard to shock. Or make mad. He hasn’t managed it yet, even though he’s tried. He’s done some grizzly shit on GDA missions, just to check how squeamish she is while staying inside Dad’s lines on what he’s allowed to get away with where the GDA can see.

It’s all gonna change once Dad says it’s time.

Mark’s never been sure when exactly? Dad made a big deal about waiting for Mark to grow up and ‘prove he’s a Viltrumite’ or whatever, like Mark hasn’t had his powers since he was a kid. He’s all grown up now, ready to take on the world (literally!), but Dad said some stuff a month or two ago about the empire having issues?

Okay, Mark wasn’t paying as much attention as he should’ve been. And he definitely shouldn’t have been sexting during training.

But Robin says he sucks at it, so he’s practising, and the reward of a quick kinda topless pic sent from a bathroom stall - white button-up open, tank top tugged up and the edge held between Robin’s teeth, the sky blue skimpy bra and the bruises he left the night before still staining her chest - was soooo worth annoying Dad.

So, sure, Dad’s delaying until his empire sorts out some issue. Maybe. Prooobably?

It might also have to do with the Guardians, and Mark’s really hoping Dad will let Mark kill them. Yeah, they’re Dad’s friends, but Mark’s known them for years too! They’re strong enough to actually put up a fight, a real one; Teen Team are nowhere near their level, ugh.

He has high hopes for Eve, though. She’s cool, and Robin says she has loads of potential to do crazy shit with her powers. If Mark pushes her, she’ll have no choice except to show off a bit.

Eve, he means. Mark would never ever hurt Robin. She’s his girlfriend, and he loves her, and she’s…human. Fragile. He had to remind himself of that a lot at the start, but it’s pretty much second nature now to keep his grip just right for her soft, human hand. Whenever he bruises her, it’s only on purpose - only when she wants it, too.

Sometimes, she pulls his hand up to his own throat and tells him to squeeze, and he does, and he loves the curl of her fingers on top of his. He loves how she watches him as the dizziness takes over - he always exhales every bit of air in his lungs first, and if he’s too slow, he’ll go for the blood flow instead - and his cock will twitch inside her as she rocks her hips just slightly, draws it out until he’s whining.

Until she lets him breathe and he’s begging her to tell him to rip himself open, break his ribs, his spine, make it easy for her to reach inside him and hold on forever and he wants it so fucking badly and-

When she held his heart, said, “Alright, just for you,” as her fingers slipped deeper once he opened up for her, he came so hard his arms and legs went numb and his vision whited out.

He felt delirious with it, so turned on he couldn’t let her leave the bed for the rest of the day. Even once she had to let go, because his chest kept being really annoying and trying to heal up.

He left pretty deep bruises on her hips that time. Once he got rid of the bloody sheets and they’d showered, she pushed his hands to his hips until he had a few matching sets. He kept recreating them until hers faded.

“Mark,” she says, and it sounds like it isn’t the first time she’s called his name.

Whoops, he’s hard. He tugs the edge of the hoodie down and it mostly covers him up, if no one looks closely. Maybe there’s a bathroom nearby. Robin doesn’t mind screwing around wherever, and he’ll keep her from touching anything gross. Or he can just fly them home, or to a rooftop, or experiment more with mid-air fucking.

“Sorry, baby. I’m listening.” He sends Robin a sheepish smile, widens his eyes innocently. But as soon as he looks at her he remembers the proposal, and he was talking about no rings, and…

“If you don’t want to marry me, that’s fine,” she says, and no, what? In what universe would Mark not want to marry Robin? “I was-”

“I do!” He turns to her, takes both her hands and she has to know he’d absolutely marry her in a heartbeat. Less than one. He can move faster than that, for sure. “I’d marry the fuck out of you, Agent R. Who needs rings? Losers, that’s who, and we’re not losers. We’re winners. We’re winning at marriage, together, as a team. Okay?”

Then he kisses her to seal the deal and oh.

She was serious? And now they’re going to…

His eyes sting, and his breath hitches, and he hugs her as tight as she can handle. Her arms wrap around his neck and he buries his face against her shoulder, and she really, actually said let’s get married.