Baby Bat Who Gets Kidnapped By Lex Luthor But Has No Clue Whats Happening Like Hes Being Taken To Metropolis

Baby bat who gets kidnapped by lex Luthor but has no clue what’s happening like he’s being taken to metropolis and baby bats is like are we thiere yet singing and being a menace

Thiere confused on why an ugly bald guy is taking them out but Luthor gets fed up and leaves the kid somewhere and they just vibe

Alright. Again, comedy is not my strong suit, but I will try. Also, a little digression, I hit 700 followers. Thanks everyone. Also, this will be under Batfamily

Summary: (Y/N) gets kidnapped by Lex Luthor. Lex gets more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Kidnapping, (Y/N) is supposed to be a menace, but author doesn't have a sense of humor... Author has tried.

It all began on a rainy Monday. Everything was worse due to universal law of Monday being the worst days of the week. Bruce thought it would be a normal day. He dropped his son off at the kindergarten, gave him a kiss to the forehead and went to work.

If only Bruce knew that 3 hours later, (Y/N) would be kidnapped by Lex Luthor and a search for the unknown kidnapper would begin. Bruce also passed out when he got a call. The others left school to come back to the manor to help his father track their youngest.

Lex Luthor was pleased with himself as he was driving towards Metropolis. He had successfully, well, not him personally, but his men, kidnapped the youngest member of the Wayne family. Bruce was the most protective and the rest of the brothers are protective too.

The fact that (Y/N) was with them since he was a baby, amplified that protectiveness ten times more. He glanced at rearview mirror, seeing that the toddler was awake.

" Good to see you awake. " Lex said, watching as the toddler rubbed his eyes with his balled up hands.

" Where are we going? " (Y/N) asked, looking out the window.

" Don't worry about that. " Lex said quickly.

There was a silence for a few moments. (Y/N) was swinging his feet, looking around.

" Are we there yet? "(Y/N) asked, looking the back of Lex's head.

" No. "

A few moments passed.

" Are we there yet? "

" No. "

" Are we there now? "

" No. " Lex said, turning on the radio for (Y/N).

" The music is too loud! " (Y/N) whined, making Lex sigh. He turned down the volume. After a few more moments, Lex felt a kick at the back of this seat. He had to take a deep breath.

" Stop it. "

It was calm for a few moments. Then the sit got kicked again.

" Stop it! Right now! " Lex growled out loudly.

" I need to go to the bathroom. " (Y/N) asked, looking at Lex. " Why are you bald? " (Y/N) also asked.

Lex took a deep breath.

" I was in an accident. That's all you need to know. " Lex said.

" I need to go to the bathroom. " (Y/N) whined, making Lex sighed.

" Well, you are going to wait! " Lex yelled at (Y/N), making (Y/N) cross his arms. Alright.

" How much longer? " (Y/N) asked, watching as Lex was loosing his patience.

" Shut up. Just shut up. "

" Can I have your phone? " (Y/N) asked, bouncing his knee.

" Absolutely not. " Lex said, disgusted at the mere thought of it. How does Bruce Wayne put up with this brat?

So what does (Y/N) do in this situation? He starts singing loudly. What did he start singing? Frozen's Let it go. It seems that was the last straw for Lex as he pulled over. He got out of the car and left (Y/N) on the road.

" I'm not doing this. " Lex said, getting back into the car. (Y/N) watched as he drove off, confused?

Who was this bald man? And where were they going? He looked down at his shoes. He wanted to see his dad. But he couldn't walk back.

" Uncle Clark? I need some help. Some bald guy kidnapped me. " (Y/N) said, out loud, turning around to look at trees behind him.

A minute after he said it, Clark landed next to him. " Are you okay? " Clark asked his nephew, looking him over.

" I'm okay. I just want to see my dad. " (Y/N) said, wrapping himself around Clark like a koala.

" And we will kiddo. Hold on tightly. "

" Gordon, I'm telling you, that is Lex Luthor's guy. " Bruce said, rubbing his face.

" I need official conformation that there is a connection. I can understand you are afraid for your son, but I can't act on your hunch." Gordon tried to explain to Bruce. Bruce sighed, sitting down at the office chair in Gordon's office.

" I get that, but... My son is with them. I don't know if he is alive or dead. I don't know if he is injured... I don't know... " Bruce said, worry and sadness clear in his voice.

" I ca- Oh my God. " Gordon trailed off, looking through the glass windows behind Bruce. Bruce turned around, eyes widening at the sight. Superman was holding his son.

Bruce got up and ran out of the office, smiling at the sight of his son. Superman handed the little boy to his father. Bruce embraced his son, fighting tears as he held him tightly.

" Thank you Superman. " Bruce whispered, kissing (Y/N)'s head.

" No problem mister Wayne. Also, he told me that a bald man kidnapped him. " Superman said, making Bruce turn around to give Gordon a look.

" I will speed it up. " Gordon said.

" Thank you. (Y/N), are you hurt? "Bruce asked his son.

" No dad. Can we go home? " (Y/N) asked. He was tired and he laid his head on Bruce's shoulder.

" Of course we can. " Bruce said, thanking Superman once more.

I just love thinking about jason x reader

Big bulky jason who has so much trauma and issues and needs and why would you even dedicate your entire life being patient and kind with him

But that same jason refuses to let u out the bed. The jason that will press Your feet after HE is the one who just went crime fighting

Jason who Hates being separated on his days off and will sit beneath the table between your legs hugging your waist with his on your thighs if you're doing work or meeting or studying

Jason who literally Hates work, vengeance, revenge, mafia stuff , crime fighting , saving the world ..basically anything that makes him spend time away from you.

Jason who prolly just leaves all this behind and genuinely works at processing his trauam . Becomes a literature teacher in a nice university. Settles down with you and have a normal life...give you the life you deserve

Not before saving up enough from mafia/batpay to give you the best luxury

Jason who just wants to stare at you , Hold you, get kisses from you forever

An Awkward Conversation - Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by Anon - Jason Todd falling for Superboy’s super naive twin sister

The team was on a mission to stop Bane’s drug trafficking ring on a island off the coast of Brazil.  Jason, who had only recently joined the team as the new Robin, was paired with you to break in to the main warehouse to search for the drugs. He was glad to work with you because you were the only one that didn’t treat him like a replacement. 

Ever since Jason became the new Robin and Dick moved on to be Nightwing, the rest of the team gave him the cold shoulder. They would ignore him, choosing to go to Nightwing for things that Robin used to do like hacking or sneaking into places. Jason could admit that Dick was better at hacking, but Jason was just as good as he was in everything else, even better in somethings. 

That was why Jason liked you. You were kind, thoughtful, and beautiful, which was remarkable considered you were a twin of Superboy. Jason couldn’t understand how you were related when your personalities were complete opposites. 

“You ready to go, Robin?” you asked, shaking Jason out of his thoughts. Jason turned to look into your sparkling eyes that made his mind go blank. Gulping, he nodded.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Jason replied softly as a blush burned onto his face. He ducked his head down, so you wouldn’t notice. At his confirmation, you crept from your hiding place towards the warehouse’s side door. Jason watched you in awe as you melted the door’s hinges with your heat vision before carefully laying the door against the wall. You had only some of the powers of Superman, but you only had the powers Superboy didn’t have. For example, you had heat vision, but you didn’t have super-hearing.

Jason used his grappling gun to swing onto a window on the opposite side of the building. The building was filled with large crates, stacked from end to end. He jumped down, landing silently before checking the area for any of Bane’s goons.

Finding nothing, Jason went to find you. You were sitting underneath a window that looked into an office, peering inside for a second before ducking back down. Jason crept up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Ahh,” you gasped quietly, spinning around to see Jason. You sighed in relief. “Oh, it’s you. Thank goodness.”

“Did you find anyone?” Jason asked, sitting down next to you.

“Just two in there,” you answered, pointing into the room. Jason peeked in to see two people in a compromising position. Grunts floated from the room as Jason quickly ducked back down. 

“Ah, hell,” Jason groaned, trying to clear that image out of his mind. He was scarred for life. You tried to peek inside again, but Jason pulled you back down, covering your eyes. “You don’t need to see that.”

“But what are they doing?” you asked, pulling Jason’s hand off your eyes. You cocked your head at him, waiting for him to explain. 

“They’re doing the dirty,” Jason explained, only to have his mouth drop open when you looked confused. “They’re bumping nasties?” You still appeared confused. “They’re doing it.” Jason couldn’t believe you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“They’re doing what?” you questioned innocently. 

Jason ran a hand over his face. “They’re having sex,” he mumbled as a blush burns onto his face. 

“Oh, like making babies?” you said, peeking back through the window. 

“Stop doing that,” Jason snapped, covering your eyes and dragging you back down. 

“But I didn’t know it was supposed be like that,” you argued, letting him pull you down. “I thought babies come from spaceships.”

Jason’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “Spaceships?”

“Yeah, Superman said he was found as a baby in a spaceship,” you explained. “Isn’t that where all babies come from?” Jason buried his face into his hands, while you looked at him for an answer. 

“Babies come from people,” Jason stated, gesturing towards the window. You tried to take another look, but Jason stopped you. “They have sex, and sometimes it results in a baby.”

You bit your lip in thought for a moment, Jason hoped it would be the end of this conversation. It wasn’t. “I thought sex was supposed to be fun, they don’t seem to be having fun.”

“Well, sex is fun when you do it right,” Jason stated, feeling his face burn even more than before. 

“How do you know if you are ‘doing it’ right?”

“You should do it with someone whose more experienced in it,” Jason answered as the grunting became louder. 

“How will I know if the person I want to ‘do it’ with is experienced?” you inquired. You were gazing at him with your beautiful eyes, and Jason could only say what came into his mind first.

“I’ll teach you someday,” Jason flirted, loving when a big smile crossed your face. “Now we better contact the team to see what to do about this.”

You grinned at him before placing a quick kiss on Jason’s cheek. Jason was star struck, a goofy smile gave way onto his face. “Thanks for explaining this to me. No one has ever answered all my questions at once before.”

“Well,” Jason gushed. “It’s the least I could do.” Once Jason was able to restart his heart, he pushed the comlink in his ear to contact the team. Since Jason was distracted, you peeked into the room again. However, Jason caught your movement, and quickly pulled you back down to his side.

Batman had just finished the mission briefing, allowing the team to go their separate ways. Jason stood beside Nightwing, watching you as you ran over to your twin, Superboy. You began to talk wildly to him, and Jason silently wished you were talking to him instead. He found he loved the sound of your voice. Jason would have stared at you all day if Nightwing hadn’t nudged him.

“So, it must have been awkward finding those two goons like that,” Nightwing teased, nudging Jason’s shoulder again. 

Jason nudged him back. “It wasn’t so bad,” Jason replied before gazing at you once again. “(Y/N) and I had a nice talk…” He would have continued but a cry of outrage cut him off. 

“He said what?!” Superboy shouted before spinning around to find Jason. Jason gulped and quickly sprinted towards the zeta tubes. Superboy attempted to chase him, but was stopped by you.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. If Robin and I make a baby, you’d get to be an uncle,” you said excitedly as Jason stepped into the zeta tube. Jason threw you a wink before he disappeared with a flash of light with Superboy’s bellow of rage echoing behind him.    

I love when artists draw damian in this pose. he is such a little Shape

Like a lamb led to slaughter (my heart held in your hands)

carry me slowly, my sunlight (these colours, they fade for you only) - series masterlist here

pairing: damian wayne x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.7k

genre: fluff? angst? kinda hurt/comfort?

warnings: this is the enemies part of the enemies to lovers so they're kinda mean and hateful, reader pulls a knife on damian at the beginning but it's pretty chill, also angsty ending in this but future parts where they're together and in love are already up and in my masterlist <3

a/n: enjoy xoxo

Damian pauses, holding his breath as the knife that's been suddenly pressed against his throat gets pressed a little harder. The wind blows the sand around his feet gently and he listens, straining for a hint as to who his attacker is.

"Damian Al Ghul, caught by surprise… you're getting slow," your voice makes him relax - much to his annoyance, his jaw clenching as he exhales slowly. You pull the knife away from him, ignoring the small trickle of blood that runs down his neck as you stand in front of him. 

"You shouldn't be here," he snaps harshly.

"Neither should you," you quip back.

"This is my -"

"For now," you interrupt, your grin wicked. "This war of ours isn't over yet, Al Ghul. I wouldn't claim the winning prize for yourself just yet - not when you're the one who's been caught off guard." Damian's fists clench, his eyes hard as he stares at you through the darkness of night, the stars dripping pinpricks of light onto the two of you.

"This is League territory. You are outcast. You're not welcome here, and neither are any of the others who follow you," he says viciously. You smile.

"So sure I won't beat you still," you say, a mocking edge in your voice that makes him huff. "So sure it'll be you leading the League one day, and not me."

Damian doesn't bite back, though. He opens his mouth to, but then seems to think better of it, opting instead to step away from you and plant himself on the sandy ground while the clouds part, the moon shining through. You think you hear him muttering, "why don't you just kill me and get it over with, then?"

You blink at his behaviour, following him cautiously and standing in front of him, blocking the light of the moon and shrouding him in darkness where he's sitting, knees pulled up to his chest.

"What's wrong with you?" You ask, toeing at his side with your shoe, jostling him slightly. He just clenches his fists tighter.

"You're blocking out the sky," he says bitterly. "And you stabbed me." You arch a brow.

"You're stargazing now? How novel. And I didn't stab you - don't be dramatic. It was just a little cut… you've given me worse," you point out.

"You deserve worse," he snaps. You straighten back and away from him, moving to let the light of the moon shine down on him as you sit next to him.

"You know I'd never kill you on a night like this," you say, a softness in your voice that makes you both queasy. You feel the weight of the knife in its sheath against your leg and press your hand to it. You could try to kill him - you probably should. God knows there are enough people waiting for you to.

"Not enough of an audience?" Damian says dryly. You kick a pile of sand near your foot.

"Why didn't you fight back? You could just as easily try to kill me tonight. But you wouldn't because we've been at this far too long to let it end in private… just the two of us." The end of your sentence is murmured, your eyes trained on his face while he stares up at the night sky. It takes him longer than you'd like for him to tear his gaze away from the full moon and look back at you, the light shining on one half of his face while the other now sits in shadow. You imagine you look much the same, half bathed in light, half shrouded. 

"What do you think will happen?" His question finally cuts through the silence. "When one of us finally kills the other." You pull your hand away from your knife like it's burned you. 

"When I kill you?" You say haughtily. "The League will be mine."

"And when I kill you?" Damian snaps back. You seem to mull over your answer for a moment too long, Damian huffing and turning back up to the sky.

"Then you win," you say quietly. "And you're rid of me." Something in your heart twinges at that and you grit your teeth.

"What would I do?" He says it so softly you're sure you wouldn't hear him if you hadn't spent so many years learning him. You fix him with a hard look, but he keeps his eyes pointedly on the stars and not at you. "What would I do without you?"

"What would I do without you?" Your response is so wavering and hushed that you think he must have missed it. It must have simply been caught in the wind and carried away to somewhere where the two of you could be anything other than what you are now. The way Damian turns to look at you, eyes wide and vulnerable and hurting, tells you he heard you just fine. 

"I don't want to kill you," he says it like kindness is a crime.

"You have to," you respond, like a lamb led to slaughter. "It's what we're made for, you and me. To be each other's end - each other's undoing. Only one of us is making it out of this alive." There's a weight in your words that goes unsaid. A part of me will die with you. Neither one of us will make it out of this and stay whole. A part of me belongs to you.

Damian stands suddenly, sand flying at where you sit as he shoots to his feet. You brush it off of you with a sigh and crane your neck to look up at him where he's standing tall, fists clenched and shoulders back, his feet planted firmly and holding him steady. You assume there's a determination in his eyes that you're intimately familiar with to go with his stance. He's blocked out the moon with his figure, leaving the two of you in shadow with a blinding halo around his silhouette, but you don't need to see his face to know what look he's wearing - you haven't needed to for a long time.

"There's a way around this, I'm sure," he says. You sigh and a breeze floats by, ruffling through him and into you. Your nose burns when you pick up the faintest whiff of his scent and you wonder, just for a moment, if he can detect the same from you… if he knows you the way you know him.

"You don't want that," you say flatly.

"Don't tell me what I want," he snaps back, voice hard. "You don't get to decide how this ends." You shoot up at his words, standing chest to chest with him, so close that you bump into each other.

"I decide just as much as you do." Your voice mimics the steel in his own. "This is about us, not you, and… and," whatever you were saying dies out as you look at Damian, his eyes staring back at you intensely. You hadn't really realized, in your anger and haste, how close to him you'd shoved yourself, but you can feel his breath on your skin and see the flecks of colour in his deep brown eyes.

"And… what?" He prompts, scowl still on his face. He seems to take no notice of the way his nose brushes against yours. That is, until your eyes flick down to his lips for a split second too long.

He lurches away from you, stepping back to create distance and holding a hand out in surrender, as if the close proximity to you just then had been more threatening than all the times you'd pointed a sword to his chest. The way your heart thumps behind your ribs and your breath catches, you're inclined to agree.

"I'm going to fix this," he says breathlessly.

"Fix what? There's nothing to fix, Damian." His name burns your tongue, like it's an intimacy you shouldn't indulge in. "There's nothing to fix. This is the way it's supposed to go."

"I won't kill you," he's all but yelling at you now. "And I won't let you kill me." You make the mistake of closing your eyes, hanging your head slightly and sighing as you prepare yourself for another fight. It's a moment of weakness that you would never allow in front of any enemy other than him - a moment of vulnerability that could cost you your life. But you hear it, ever so slightly, the whisper of him moving with a stealth that only the two of you know. By the time you open your eyes, he's gone.

You realize, in the days following the incident, that you'd never gone so long without seeing Damian before. At first, you were shoved against each other by your respective sides in never-ending fights to see who would triumph. Then, as time passed and the two of you grew, your skills matched and fights ending in draws over and over, you started seeking each other out on your own. To know your enemy, you'd always told yourself. You're sure he'd always tried to convince himself of the same. 

But now? Now days have gone by without a whisper, without a flickering shadow or a hushed breath. Eventually, you go looking, silent and hidden and so desperately hopeful. But that's when you hear it - the rumours.

Damian Al Ghul is gone - gone to live with his father and train with him. He'll be back, you promise yourself. He'll come back to me. 

But he doesn't. Time passes and he remains gone, the rumours spreading.

Damian Al Ghul has found a home beyond this war, beyond you. You're sure that only makes you so nauseous because now you'll never get the chance to kill him.

Damian Al Ghul has no interest in fighting a war that isn't his anymore, you hear. Damian Al Ghul has no need for a vicious prophecy or a never-ending rivalry.  Damian Al Ghul has found a home, apparently, and it's somewhere far… far away from you.

The comic I did for the @gothamhorrorzine