Batman Being Autistic, Assuming Captain Marvel Is Also Autistic And Responding Kindly.

Au where Deku and Bakugo are actual friends, Deku remains quirkless and gets into the hero course.

Class 1A: BuT hOw CaN yOu Be A hErO wItHoUt A qUiRk

Deku: who needs a quirk when I have Kacchan

Class1A: who’s Kacchan

Bakugo bursting in from down the hall: Deku you’ve summoned me - who do I get to kill!

Family Discussions

BFF: Elrond is such a dad, does he have children?

Me: oh hoho he has children

BFF: who’s his spouse

Me : oh you won’t see her she already went to Valinor (explains what that is)

BFF: oh so are they divorced or do they like exchange letters?

...

BFF: What about Galadriel does she have kids?

Me: Galadriel is Elronds mother in law

BFF: wait what!!!! How!!?!?!

Everyone’s always like :

Batman adopts Billy

Superman adopts Billy

Constatine adopts Billy

I say: Fuck it ! BILLY adopts Vlad!

Vlad moves to Faucet city getting away from the past after making up with Danny blah blah blah

And this street kid just decides this “abandoned” mansion is perfect to squat in. But surprise Vlad is living in there!

I want Billy to look at Vlads money look at how unhappy he is look back at Vlad and go “bitch you live like this”

Vlad pays Billy an outrageous amount of money to help fix up the mansion. Billy pops in to wash laundry and cook food for two only to immediately vanish at night/ all the time and Vlad can’t do shit about it

I need Billy to fucking believe that people can change and rip heroes on the league who believe villains will always be villains ... while Vlad is still a villain just not murder hungry one

I want Billy to have a soft place to land and only seeing it as safe because HE is the one that MADE it soft! Vlad needs him and Billy is a hundred percent willing use that knowledge!

The entire situation is a melancholy comedy that writes itself!

Also imagine Shazam calling Vlad cuz ghosts attacked the JL and Plasmius showing up talking to Billy about shit in the far past - thus making everyone double down on the theory of Shazam being super old!

But also Plasmius calling Shazam “kiddo” or Shazam calling him “old man” and THE ENTIRE JUSTICE LEAGUE is just like holy shit Shazam’s dad is a powerful ghost!

Ghost Helpline part 3. Diana was shocked, hurt and elated all at once! “Your grandmother is Pandora?! I did not know that she even had a child! I am ecstatic to meet you Konstelacio. Oh my I call you cousin?” This was it! as far apart as the separation between Pandora and Themyscia may be Diana would take any family she could. The loneliness of childhood gnawed at her.

“Oh no! I’m not Pandoras Grandchild!” The girl crossed and uncrossed her arms into an X to show her dismissal, “She is a good mentor! And a wonderful family confidant! If anything she’s like my Nanny.”

Constantine began to sweat buckets.

Diana shouted, “Wait…is Pandora…” lips thinned.

“A ghost ? Yes”

- Tim stared at Konstelacio, she had begun to breathe deeply, averting her eyes from Wonder Woman, feet shuffling together. She was exhibiting shame. And Tim understood the feeling well, that you were too unworthy to even be held in comparison to someone else. Someone whose shoes you could never even dream of filling. “Do Demons have grandmas?” Uhhh speedsters.

“Yes”

“That’s so cool! Who’s yours?”

“I don’t know.”

Oh oh those golden eyes looked tired. As tired as Jason’s eyes had been after his first gala, Dick thought. They may have both been adopted but Jason was treated to so much contempt being from the streets, so much fake pity. /Oh poor kid doesn’t even know who his mom is./Dick knew Jason hated it all.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter.”

/It doesn’t matter Dick! Just drop it!/ the eldest robin frowned.

Damian tsked, “What about your parents? I would suppose even monsters need those? Also landing community service instead of some harsher punishment must mean you have some connection to authority in your ‘realm’ no?”

The little girl grinned, “Yes something like that.”

She has nearly everyone in the room duped, Constantine side eyed the Bats nearly. He knew that smile; a tad too wide eyes, a fraction to tight smile, the inexplicable about of understanding and kindness up until this point… this was the grin of a con artist.

- “I know quite a lot of important people! Why Pandora herself is my nanny! And my supervisor is my uncle.”

“Tsh- is that not a conflict of interest?”

“Doesn’t matter,” John wished he was allowed to smoke in space, “No more wasting time, now that we know you can help us what’s your price?”

“Hhhuuu what? Oh the price for the antidote will have to come later, after all you technically aren’t getting it from me. I’ll have to ask nanna and whoever else decides to help what the want. It’s only fair.”

“We see,” Batman’s low tone sounded. “And the dragon-“

Her hand stuck out shyly, “Tips are always welcomed tho…after all I am still providing a service.”

“We don’t …”

“It takes me a lot of energy and time to help you mortals so much. I’m so tired already.”

Batman’s mouth stilled, “We-“

A blur of red, “Oh are you hungry? Do you need anything? Let me get you a chair, snacks..”

“No no chair! Nothing is going threw that circle !” Constantine yelled, “Do you have any idea what could happen!”

“She’s a child!”

“She’s a demon!”

“Constantine is right.”

“Bats you can’t be serious, just look at her?”

“Flash we know your intentions are in the right place but we just can’t risk it! We also can’t risk not clearly defining what she considers a tip.” Zatanna signed how long have they been here, the girl looked harmless enough but something about her made her skin crawl.

“A favor would be nice! Especially from the red one!”

“See who knows what she could end up asking for.”

“Oh I see I’m sorry,” she looked down dejected, “ I do suppose no one carries favors for ladies around anymore hhhmmm and none of you have handkerchiefs? Awww”

“Why would you want something like that ?!?” Diana was horrified, her to be cousin was a child! No men, man, demon should be giving her favors to begin a courtship! “Flash!”

“Oh no no I wasn’t defending you to-“

“I know I know I just wanted one from you cuz you were nice to me.”

“That’s still doesn’t explain why you would ask for a favor as a tip?” Diana looked as the girl flushed in embarrassment. “I -I -I just want one to show my friends that’s all just to prove that I could get one that’s all! Uummmm cousin???” She hesitated regretful as soon as the word had come out.

“Oh I see are your friends giving you a hard time? Well I say the only one that would be appropriate to give you such a thing would be Robin… the youngest that is.”

The bats looked back at Damian oh dear lord sweat god don’t -

“Tch- here.”

Oh

Damian tossed a handkerchief towards the circle. “You just carry a handkerchief with you?” “Of course I do I’m not a heathen unlike you Drake.”

The toss was barely thrown in her direction when it disappeared entirely. “Where…”

“No worries I just put it in my inventory. Now then I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait!”

“Huh?” Big doe eyes blinked up at them all in confusion.

“The dragon! What about that thi- guy.” Hal scruffed out.

The girl brightened up, “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything for that! After all Aragon the one that broke his patrol. So I’m sure as soon as I send my report someone will come deal with it eventually.”

“Eventually?!” Hal’s hand hit the table, who was this kid?

“Well yes, tons of reports go in everyday! It is the INFINITE realms after all! Who knows when they’ll get to yours.” She shrugged as if it was all just a matter of convenience as if that very dragon haven’t terrorized and destroyed lives throwing its tantrum.

Superman chewed his lip, as this meeting contributed to drag on he had no doubt Aragon would continue to destroy everything in its path. “Wait what about your connection, surely you know someone that can help ? What about your supervisor uncle ?” Clark needed this to stop, he couldn’t even land a punch on this guy. Nothing worked and he was already weak to magic. This has to stop.

“Well I suppose I can but it’ll cost you.”

“Wait just a minute!”

“Do we even have anything you want?” Clark raked his mind over ideas in his head, for a tip all she had wanted was a handkerchief an old school way of showing off to her friends like any normal girl. “We don’t have much but I’m sure we could think of something???”

“It’s okay Mr. Superman.” Konstelacio lite up “I’ll just take something you mortals don’t really think about hhhmmm something small.”

Hal sighed as he leaned back, “You sure we can’t just give her a dog?”

“Ugh fuck this mate I need a light,” forget not being allowed to smoke up here all these idiot we’re getting on John’s last nerve, “Ugh drat! I could have sworn I had my lighter in my pocket.”

“Oh you mortals losing things in your own pocket. Oh that’s what I want in return!”

“A lighter? Smoking is -“

“I want your pockets.”

“What do you mean?”

The devil grinned, “Your pockets, empty them.”

#@starkcravingmad

Well where is it?!??!!!! Where is the story?!!!!!

Family Reunion Prompt

Tag me pls this is great

Part one

Out of all the things Jazz was proficient in, motorcycle riding was not one of them. Decent was how she would describe herself. She knew how to drive them well enough to drive fast and not crash into things, but she was nowhere near a bat's level. No fancy tricks, jumps, or maneuvers for her on this thing. It didn’t help that her recent mode of transportation was a more spooky presence.

Jazz zipped down Gotham's street on her stolen bike, Red Hood gaining behind her on the batbike. Taking a left, she let out a whistle.

Jazz passed a bar maneuvering around a drunk pedestrian that had wandered onto the road.

Red Hood drew up next to her on her right, and she took the next left. He overshot the turn and went down a parallel street.

Taking another left, she went down the ramp onto the gothams main highway. She let out another whistle. Come on, she wanted off this bike.

Spoilers purple bike zipped onto the highway with Red Hood next to her.

Great, now there were two of them.

"I could use some backup." Jazz barked.

"I'm on your sixth," Dani answered, "and I brought a friend."

In a review mirror, Jazz spotted the green frame of Cujo's giant form catching up to Red Hood. She didn't see Dani anywhere, but the young halfa could be flying invisible.

Cujo plucked RedHood off his bike by the scruff of his jacket. The canine skittered to a halt, and Jazz soon lost sight of them over the next bend in the road.

"Cujo pin." Dani commanded the ghost dog.

A yellow bike jumped down from an overpass, and Jazz swerved on to an exit to avoid crashing. Spoiler pulled up beside her as Red Robin joined the party on her other side.

Red Robin turned into her, and she had to take a turn to avoid crashing. She felt like they were herding her. She increased her speed and pulled ahead of the vigilantes.

"T I could use some guidance here."

Sam answered, "Take the next right."

Jazz did, her shoulder protesting at the hair pin turn, "Why are you answering?" Spoiler missed the turn, and Signal took her place, pushing Jazz to make another turn.

"T's busy. The hacker eating through his fire walls like they're potatoe chips. Go left, then ver right."

As Jazz did, Signal's bike slowed down to a stop and turned off.

Dani snickered, "Signal is gonna be out of the race. I took his keys."

Spoiler rejoined and, working intandom with Red Robin, ushered Jazz down a narrow alleyway. The two vigilantes slowed down to flank their quarry. Nightwing sat on the other end, and Jazz realized the trap she was in.

Damn it, they had been herding her.

She let go of the throttle, not willing to make a complete stop but also not willing to barrel in to the guy.

This was the kind of situation she was trying to avoid. Even with the training from Frightnight, Pandora, and Frostbite, not to mention the basic combat training from her mom, Jazz wasn't confident she could take a bat let alone three of them.

She mentality debated if diplomacy could be given a shot. Sure, she just b&r the batcave, but even in the current situation, she didn't believe that any of them were true villains. She needed the information on the thumbdrive before she made that decision.

She tossed the thoughts aside when she saw the dark silhouette with two pairs of glowing white eyes approach behind Nightwing. Jazz twisted the throttle. The bike snarled as it surged under her.

Maybe Nightwing saw something in his peripheral vision or one his comrades called out. He turned just in time to see the spooky horse clamp its sharp fanged mouth over the rear fender. It dragged the bike back. Nightwing had to jump off as the horse reared, thrashing its four front legs and lifting the bike completely off the ground.

Jazz shot through the opening. Tossing its head, the horse let go, sending the bike flying into a wall. As Spoiler and Red Robin passed, it kicked out, smashing a headlight on one and denting the other. It charged after them. It snapped at Red Robin, getting in between the bird and Jazz.

"Little sister, can you take the wheel?" Jazz asked as the horses back leveled up to her.

"Yeah."

"Guy's stick to code names. Tec thinks our coms have been hacked," Sam ordered.

"Seriously?" asked Dani. "What happened to 'they're good but I'm better?'"

"I was wrong." Tucker cried as the bike steadied from Dani posseing it, "I had to shut off everything to stop them."

Throwing a leg over to the other side, Jazz let go of the bike handle bars. She curled into a crouch and visually judged the distance and height difference between the bike and draft sized horse creature.

Was she really going to do this?

She jumped plenty of times on this horse before. But that was from the ground or in the ghost zone, where falling off didn't matter. Not speeding down Gotham at a neckbreak speed.

Taking a steading breath, she coiled her legs and sprung. Her stomach hit the side of the horse, and she hooked her arms over its broad back. She pulled herself up, bracing with one arm, and attempted to swing a leg over. Her shoulder gave out. She yelped, hanging haphazardly with one arm.

For one terrifying moment, Jazz thought she would fall. Then, her belt tightened and lifted with a painful pinching sensation on her lower back. She turned to see her horse biting her belt.

With its help, she managed to scramble onto its back. She panted, letting a shudder run through her as she laid on the horse's back.

She was fine.

Everything was fine.

Sure, she was facing the wrong way, but it was fine. Anything other than falling onto the road or crashing was fine.

Jazz lifted her head, and her gaze met BlackBat's. Briefly wondering when the bat showed up, Jazz straightened up into a sitting position. Looking around, Jazz saw that Spoiler and Red Robin had disappeared.

"Oh shit," Tucker gasped, "oh shit that's Batman. We're dead. We're dead. We're so- ouch."

Sam hissed, "Clam down, he hasn't spotted us."

"Are you guys okay?" Jazz frowned when they didn't answer. She pressed on her com, "Tec? Sponsor?"

"We're fine." Sam answered in a barley audible vioce.

Jazz spun around and caught sight of Wayne Enterprise, "My exit ETA?"

"One minute."

Jazz kicked her heels. The horse picked up speed, pulling farther head. "Come on boy, get us up that building."

Jazz threw her arms around the horse's neck, hugging it tightly as it lept onto Wayne Enterprise, running straight up the side of the building.

Blackbat scuttled to a stop at the building.

A grappling hook deployed. It hooked on piont way above Jazz, and BlackBat's bike began its ascent up the building. Spoiler and Red Robin were still nowhere in sight, but Jazz had a feel they where some where near by.

Windows and dark rooms blurred by as they raced up the building. As Jazz reached the building's spire, a green electricity crackled overhead, tearing a portal to the ghost zone. Jazz's horse didn't hesitate to climb the spire. With one power push from its legs, the horse jumped into the portal.

They landed on a floating asteroid. Jazz scratched her mount's neck. It leaned in to the touch, giving a happy nicker. "Good job," she maneuvered her mount to around and stared into the portal.

Blackbat stared grimly back at her.

"Remix, are you with me?" Jazz asked.

"Yeah," Dani answered. Jazz jerked and hissed as a tiny invisible hand toched her bad shoulder. "Sorry, what happened?"

"Red hood shot me. I'll be fine." Before Jazz could be pressed further about it, she called, "Sponsor, Tec, you guys clear?"

The ghost zone portal closed, and Dani became viable as they waited for a response. Jazz called for them again.

"Where fine," Tucker finally answered, "Robin almost got us when Sa-Sponsor knocked over a vase, but where fine. Met for hot chocolate?"

"Met for hot chocolate," Jazz confirmed. She took out her coms and offered it to her horse, "Here boy."

The horse turned it's head and took them. It munched them like they were fine oats and not ecto gadgets.

"I need to see a dragon about some makeup remover." Jazz said, taking off her wig and shaking out her hair. She couldn't believe that it stayed on through all that. She made a mental note to herself to never doubt Dora's costume or makeup skills again. The glamor on Jazz's face alone saved her more than she could say with Red Hood. "Do you want to come with me or go straight to the far frozen?"

Dani offered her own coms to the horse, "I'll come with. I haven't seen Dora in a while."

There are certain truths to life:

Batman was always going to exist.

Danny was always going to have a connection to ghosts.

And Vlad will always get his heart broken in the end- really he should have know. Better.

- Wherein Bruce Wayne and Vlad Masters fall in love.

But Plasmius and Batman despise each other.

- Vlad really thought he had found the one this time charming, lovingly ditzy, and much like himself a serial adopter!

And if Bruce’s looks reminded him of Jack, and his sharp whit reminded him of Maddie well it’s not as if Vlad had anyone to tell.

Vlad only had himself to blame really, he had been to blind to see it to stupidly love struck to connect the dots.

Scars nether of them mentioned, they’re respective children being a bit - unusual, running away at awkward times.

The paranoia came later, the insistence on keeping him safe, the begging to have his wizard friend look over his ‘magical’ children “just in case”. The Justice league- Batman- the contingency plans.

Even then Vlad could make a thousand excuses, he could even forgive. The same way he had with….But nothing could go back to the way things were.

Being concerned about his son klarion was reasonable, his clone sons understandable really, his demon daughter (if she hadn’t gotten hurt) mildly fair, but targeting Billy crossed a line!

Writing Prompt

Lindir had been attached to the hip of one of Bards assistants Verissa since morning. He was supposed to be attending Lord Elrond but was told to ‘take a break’

Ugh!

Well she was nice at least, and dare he say it perhaps she was even a friend.

Elrond: There you are Lindir! How has your day been?

Lindir: My day has been well, Verissa here was quite kind in showing me around.

Elrond: oh was she now

Elrond didn’t want antagonize the situation but Verissa hardly seemed kind and helpful sort; a constant scowl on her face, short replies and staring at air. Then again Erestor did similar things...

Bard huffed: And how was your day Verissa?

She looked up from inspecting her nails: it was not terrible

Elrond bristled.

Bard laughed: Well good to see you making friends! And with elves no less!

Verissa hummed huffy: ...friends...

Glorfindale stepped in before Elrond could interject: Well then I hope tomorrow goes better for you I’m sure we can find something for Lindir to do without taking your time

Verissa blinked slowly:Why would you need to do that?

Glorfindale: uuuhhhh welll

Erestor: We simply don’t want to disturb you with someone you barely appear to tolerate

Verissa stared at the elves with the eyes of a long dead fish:

“I have only known Lindir for a day but if anything ever happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself”

The room went quite, the room was quite until the humans began to laugh!

The non-Greenwood elves stood shocked. Glorfindale: Did she just threaten murder and the humans are ... happy?

Thranduil grind over to Elrond: No worries Lindir, this just means she likes you.

Wanting to kill your best friend because he got with the girl you like and then married said girl- —- boring, gross and pathetic.

Falling in love with both of your best friends and growing murder resentful after they refused to visit you in the hospital after you got hurt... in an accident they made, never apologized for AND they got married to each other! —-

Iconic and understandable

I love how as a society we have all agreed that if a character dies and comes back to life they’re hair is gonna turn white :)

Examples

Jason Todd (DC Batman)

Danny Phantom

Wilbur and Tommy (Dream Smp)

Shiro (Voltron)

Geralt (Witcher .... I dunno probably??)

Yue (Avatar the last Airbender )

Gandalf ( Lord of the rings - literally goes from grey to white )

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

Darth Vader (pre 2004 goes from bald to white hair “Force Ghost”)

I’m probably missing some...... hhhmmmm