Bat Family X Reader: We'll Never Leave YouLife just wasn’t going your way right now. You’d tried and tried but all you seemed to do recently is fail. You didn’t understand the algebra homework, the wrong words slipped out around your parents, and your friend won’t talk to you and you don’t even know why!Bat Family X Reader: We'll Never Leave You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“At least I have you guys.” You muttered to yourself as you pulled out an old cardboard box that was one tear away from falling apart. Glancing inside, you smiled, seeing that your comic books were still there. With a grunt, you lifted the heavy box onto your bed and pulled out the top three books; ‘Catwoman: When in Rome’, ‘Batman: Hush’, and ‘Batgirl: Batgirl Rises’. They were the first few graphic novels that you had gotten and they were the start of your Bat Family addiction, “You guys won’t leave me right?” You muttered, almost inaudible, as you leafed through ‘Hush.’
After curling up with the book, you stopped at t
Quiet - Jason Todd/Dick GraysonHe was found behind a building, using a bunch of newspapers and parts of torn cardboard as a bed. He covered up with his jacket as his blanket.Quiet - Jason Todd/Dick Grayson3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The way that Jason was living, Dick found it quite pathetic. So pathetic, it made him feel horrible. It made him feel sorry that he didn't find him sooner. But that wasn't in his power. After searching for so long with no luck, Bruce was on the verge of giving up, and thinking that it would be no use. He told Dick to not stress over it, and that it's not his problem. He couldn't be a part of it.
So, of course, he felt bad when he found him. With what condition he was in, he couldn't bring him back to Bruce right away. He found him sleeping, shaking, with watery eyes. It was dark, and had to be no later than eleven at night.
He held onto his waist, and brought him to his feet. Jason stayed as still as possible, and Dick had to take his arms, and place them around his neck so that he could get a better hold of him. Dick was a little disappointed
Tell me about it - Chap 1Dec 20th: 12:00 AM.: A cold winter night. Or rather a new day.Tell me about it - Chap 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Batman was on his usual night patrol. He made the roof top of a tall building as his operating point, from where he could have a clear view of the street, especially the museum, which, according to his sources, is the site of action for the night. He was alone. He insisted Robin to stay out of these chilly night patrols and concentrate on his studies. His grades were beginning to worry him. He had not faced such problem with Dick, he perfectly balanced between his studies and his work. Tim, on the other hand was so obsessed with his newly acquired Robin persona that he dreamt of flying the streets of Gotham all day. No wonder there was a protest from him to Bruce's decision, but the big man had the final word.
The night was colder than usual. Why could't Joker choose a better day to bother him? There was no reason why he should rob a museum, except to attract Batman's attention. "Crime is no fun withou
Angry Birds"JASON!"Angry Birds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jason recognized that his name was called but blatantly ignored it, involved in repairing his motorcycle.
He gripped the wrench in his hand stronger and jerked a bolt extra tight to let out his annoyance, mumbling, "Tim..."
"JAYJAY?! YOUR ASSISTANCE IS BEING REQUESTED!"
He looked up from his spot kneeling in front of one of the tires. He huffed as he threw his wrench aside into a toolbox and wiped the grease off with a handkerchief, "What do you want, baby bird?"
"DAMIAN'S SMOTHERING COLIN WITH HIS PELICAN!"
He wiped the back of his still oily hand on his forehead, "Again?"
"HURRY PLEA--- AAAGH DAMIAN, MY LEG IS NOT FOR TEETHING!"
Rubbing his temple with his fingers, he walked at his leisurely own pace down the hall, despite Tim's desperate cries echoing down the halls. He finally located where the shouting was coming from and creaked the door open with one hand to peek in.
All three of the young boys were engaged in a frenzied dog pile. Tim was on the bottom, looki
Touched by an AngelDick woke up, feeling refreshed. It was the first time in several years where he felt like he didn’t have to start working immediately or feel guilty for sleeping. However, he was confused as to where he was. The last thing he remembered was trying to fight of Deathstroke, not passing out here—wherever here was.Touched by an Angel8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn’t sure if he was in a room or out in the open. Everything was white, but there weren’t any walls, doors, or windows to make Dick think he was in a room. Light reflected off the white, making Dick wince at how bright it was.
Dick rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, feeling a migraine rippling through this head. He slowly stood up and looked around, “Hello?”
Dick whirled around at the sound of the voice behind him. “Jason!” Dick ran, his arms outstretched, itching to hold Jason. He threw himself at Jason, knocking them back several steps. Dick sighed at the familiar feeling of Jason’s arms
Becoming the OutlawBecoming the Outlaw2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
4 years prior
'...and so it is with heavy heart that I must resign.'
Her boots slipped on, hair burned brightly in the growing sunlight, a cool breeze wafted from the balcony.
It was beautiful, this hotel in which they'd decided to create one last memory. Of course, the black haired beauty lying buried in those sweat soaked sheets didn't know it.
It was better this way, she kept telling herself. If anyone could understand leading a new life, it would be him.
'I ask you not to search for me. And let me rephrase this for you, my love, Do Not Search For Me (for I know how stubborn you can be).'
Yes, she knew him better than anyone. Better than he knew himself. Which is why she understood why his birdarang was now plunged deeply with the note onto the wall beside her.
"Not quite the way I expected you to wake up; then again, you are the Boy Wonder."
Kory turned around, hair heavily aflame, hand cocked on her hip to watch Dick Grayson rise from the bed with an impassiv
What Boy Scouts Can Do Part 1“Jason, no! Jay—Jason!” Dick squealed just before he was engulfed in cold water. He surfaced and splashed water towards Jason’s smirking face, “Damn, you!”What Boy Scouts Can Do Part 19 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jason whistled, “Wow, the boy scout learned how to curse.”
“I’ve learned more than that,” Dick growled before pulling Jason into the pool with him.
Jason landed with a “splat” that even made Dick wince. He resurfaced and wiped water from his eyes, “Oh, you’re a dead boy scout now!”
Dick’s blue eyes went wide and he quickly swam to the nearest wall. He pulled himself up and almost out of the pool before two strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back into the water. Dick splashed and tried to kick at Jason, but Jason was not letting go anytime soon.
Dick began to laugh as Jason kissed at a spot beneath Dick’s ear lobe. “Jason, stop!”
Jason smirked against Dick’s bitter, wet skin and lapped his ton
Extraction from Gotham CityWe begin with Gotham City being in a state of chaos. Gunfire can be heard from afar, the docks are on fire. The Batsignal can be seen through the haze. On top of this is snow.Extraction from Gotham City1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nightwing: *narrating* This is bad. You think you can watch something on the news or hear something from a friend about Gotham City and think its bad. You don't know even HOW bad it really is.
In the smog over the city, we can see a small dark figure.
Nightwing: *narrating* This isn't as bad as the quake, or when the Clench ran through the city, or the Zero Year,or the Night of the Owls; but it's close.
We see Nightwing is the speck, he's on a hang-glider.
Nightwing: *narrating* A gang war has broken out. A big one. Penguin, Black Mask, and the Falcones are at each other's throats; each one blaming the others for inciting it. The Gotham Police can barely keep order, or protect the civilians.
The hang-glider goes over a bridge, armed thugs can be seen below.
Nightwing: *narrating* What's worse, the gangs have pret
Batman/Superman: Gods of Business Part 1: NumbersGotham International Airport. A flight from Metropolis is exiting into the terminal and among them is Clark Kent and Lois Lane.Batman/Superman: Gods of Business Part 1: Numbers2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lois: Come on, Smallville, move it.
Clark: Look, Lois, I'm glad that you got me and Cat our jobs back at the Planet....
Lois: You have NO idea how hard I had to fight Edge on that....
Clark: But I don't know why you asked me to come along with you to this business meeting.
Lois: Look, Smallville,I don't want to be here either. Bruce Wayne, who owns a minority share in GBS, has suspiscions about the books. Instead of going himself, Edge has decided to be rude and send me, the news producer, instead. Besides, it's Gotham; while I'm going over figures with Wayne and his pitbulls, you can find a news story.
Clark: What about that city doesn't end up on the news?
Lois: Exactly, Clark; so keep an eye out.
They grab their luggage from baggage claim and head out. Outside waiting for them is a limo. Standing with the chauffer, a middle aged man with silver hair and a s
Raven: the Jungle QueenThe Shadow-God of TamaranRaven: the Jungle Queen1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walking along the hallway of the living quarters in Titan Tower, Robin stopped short as Raven unexpectedly emerged from her own bedroom door. Her nose was stuck in a book, and as such wasn’t really looking where she was going. Robin nearly ran into her, though he needn’t worry, Raven probably would have changed directions anyway. She was empathic. Looking up from the ancient text she was engrossed in she saw Robin catch his footing.
“Morning.” Raven greeted him simply.
“Good Morning.” Robin replied back, with a slight aggravation in his voice. “Next time I should watch where I’m going.”
“Cute.” Raven raised an eyebrow, a flicker of a smile played at the corner of her lips.
“Are you hungry? We should get some breakfast.” Robin wisely decided to change the subject.
As they continued along together, they remained silent.
Fire Bomb Shortz - The Halloween Gone Wrong It was Halloween night and you were putting on your banana costume to go to Tony's party with the rest of the Avengers (Yeah, that’s right, you’re a flipping banana XD). You bugged your older brother, Sherlock, and his best friend, John, to come along and soon they finally agreed.Fire Bomb Shortz - The Halloween Gone Wrong1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So tell me again how you managed to convince us to coming to this party. It would be a waste of time and very dull." said Sherlock as you 'dragged' him towards Stark Tower. "I'm your little sister and it's a lot better than sitting in your house shooting the wall while John and Mrs. Hudson yell for you to stop. Plus, I'm a better choice than Mycroft any day." Sherlock merely frowned at how right you were.
That’s how you were. No matter what, you would always find a logical way to make sure things go your way, which always worked. No one would be able to argue at the logistics you came up with and things went well.
"Oh, cheer up, Sherlo
Nightwing/Robin: Boys' Day OutSam is sitting in his room, sighing. He pets Barkley while doing his homework.Nightwing/Robin: Boys' Day Out2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam: *sigh* Wish Joey didn't have to go to Central City to show their police how the new WayneTech forensic lab equipment.
Sam: I know, I know Bruce also sent him to work with the Flash again....
Alfred: (off panel) Man has poor eating etiquette
Sam turns to see Alfred
Sam: Oh, hey Alfred. Just doing the homework you gave me.
Alfred: Indeed, you made a calculative error on question three
Sam: Huh? *looks* OH! *corrects it* Is it dinner yet? Or is something going on?
Alfred: Everything is in order, nothing to worry about
Sam: Is that all?
Alfred: Is something the matter, lad?
Sam: With Joey out of town...I feel like I'm a fifth wheel or something....
Alfred: Well you are a young boy sir
Sam: I can't stand it. Everyone else has something to do...and I don't.
Alfred: I'm assuming you're talking about something more exciting than math?
Alfred: Did Master Damian "train" you today?
Nightwing/Ronin: Guy's Night OutIt's early evening as the sun sets behind Wayne Manor. In the living room; Joseph is on his laptop as Sam and Damian play a video game.Nightwing/Ronin: Guy's Night Out2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Damian: I fail to see how this improves the situation
Sam: At least you're not the only kid stuck inside.
Damian: I mean how is making a plumber step on turtles a way of lifting our spirits?
Sam: It's called having fun. And you're just upset because I called Mario!
Damien: Not at all, I find Luigi to be somewhat more tactical but my point is...why are we doing this? I'm not feeling uplifted, this reminds me of what we're missing...even the plants in the pipes are reminiscent of Poison Ivy
Sam: You're just angry because you weren't invited.
Damian: I have just a right to be there!
Sam: It's a grown ups only night!
Damian: I've had more training than some heroes three times my age
Sam: How do you think I feel, at least you are a hero
Jokers PrincessChapter oneJokers Princess1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Harley looked nervously down at the little white stick in her hand, then at her watch. 30 seconds.
30 seconds standing in between a joyous life of crime with her beloved mistah J or resigning herself to deskwork for nearly a year.
25 seconds. Harley paced in anticipation. She could just be coming down with a bug...
What would he say? Would he be sad? mad? happy? disappointed?
What would he do to her? He never meant to hurt her, but sometimes his anger got the best of him.
Harley stared at the little white stick in her hand. It could change her life forever.
Harley nervously looked down at th stick. On it was a little red plus sign. It was positive, Harleen quinzell was pregnant.
The joker sat scribbling at some blueprints on his desk. He was intensely concentrated. Harley slowly walked into his office, he didn't look up.
"Mistah J?" She squeaked
"I'm busy Harles."
"Harley, I'm buisy."
10 Good Reasons To Be Gay10 Good Reasons ToChoose To Be Gay10 Good Reasons To Be Gay7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Reason 1- Because of all the people who love us. Like the protesters at pride, the murderers of hundreds of gay people, and the families who disown their kids for being homosexual.
Reason 2- Because of all the warm fuzzy feelings of suicide we get when we drive ourselves insane about how our best friends will react when we come out.
Reason 3- Because it's a load more interesting to love in secret and never be able to go out in public with your girlfriend.
Reason 4- Because it's so awesome that gay people can't even get married, because it's against the LAW to love someone.
Reason 5- Because everyone at church is totally supportive and they would just encourage you to be the gayest person you can be, because Leviticus says so.
Reason 6- Because if you DID go out in public with your girlfriend, everyone would go "AWWW" in unison and throw rice and flower pedals at you like you just got married.
Reason 7- Because it's WONDERFUL exercise for your brain to
Don't Worry About It, CryDon't Worry About It, Cry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"ARGH! OH GEEZ! NENENENEMMAMAMAMAMMAMAMEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" Screamed the Swedish man, as he ran from the 'bro' that was hot on his trail. The man dashed into a room on his right, and slammed the door shut behind him. Quickly glancing around the room, which was faintly lit by his burning lantern, he saw the faint outline of a closet, stood proudly in the corner of the eerie room.
"Quick, Stephano! Into the closet!"
"Pewdie! Shut up! And don't make a sound!" Squealed the golden statue, who was gripped tightly in Pewdies shaking hand. The pair dashed into the small closet, hardly enough space for them both. Pewdie whipped the closet door shut, and stood in pure silence, waiting for the worst to come.
There was a long, petrifing pause of terrifying silence. The only sound that could be heard was the grunts heavy breathing outside of the room, sniffing away at the flimsy wooden door. Suddenly, the monsters clawed fist collided with the door, smashing it into pieces as it made
Batman OC: HarbingerBatman OC: Harbinger2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
May 16. 11:45pm
Tonight's the night.
I'm not sure why, but I've decided to make this little audio journal before I go.
I feel the need to talk this through, even if it's just to myself.
Well, the old me.
After tonight I will be a different person.
I suppose I should start at the beginning.
I was a student at a prestigious university in gotham, studying for a degree in human psychology.
I was enjoying my school life, but something felt wrong.
It was a like a whisper in the back of my head, something was just irritating me.
My studies in human psychology started making me very cynical when I considered the state of the modern world.
In one class we were debating criminal illness, and someone brought up the topic of capital punishment.
We all talked but I felt I was the only one who really thought it could be a just decision in some cases.
The simple fact is, the world would be better off without some people.
The Scarecrow, the Riddler, Two-face, Poison Ivy and of course The Joker.
Gone and Back chapter 2It's all a blur what happens next.Gone and Back chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One moment everything is unearthly quiet as everyone grieves in their own way, the next they are trying to tear Wallace West from Robin's corpse.
It was as if in that moment, when Batman had spoken Robin's true name, the Meta had broken. He couldn't accept the cruel reality that this best friend is dead. Simply dead.
He couldn't accept that the boy who could drive him insane and back again was gone.
He couldn't accept that he had lost his brother.
The Flash just turns away, overwhelmed.
Wally refused the tears to fall from his emerald eyes as he pauses a moment and takes a deep breath. He wasn't going to let his best friend die like this. If they were going to die, then they would die in battle together as teammates.
Leaning over his fallen friend, Wally closes his eyes and steadies himself, not truly understanding what he's about to do.
Reaching deep within himself, Wally searches for an unknown current of energy that uncle Barry had described to him