Chapter 1: Bog Bodies
Notes:
Title from Rabbitology
Chapter Text
“Please, you don’t have to do this,” He pleaded, a gentle grasp on her wrist as she pulled the cotton swab away, “You deserve more than this. You are more than this.”
“But I will and I do,” She whispered back.
The room was dark but not unlit. An orange light bulb hung uncovered in the center of the single room basement apartment. Sat in an old wooden chair was Felix King, midnight black hair pulled into a short pony-tail, bandages littered his pale face. Blazing amethyst eyes burned into her emerald soul. An equally gentle smile painted her tan freckled cheeks. Annabelle believed she had never seen a mortal man more godly than the one who sat in her kitchen.
“I chose this, Spite,” she continued before he could speak again, a genuine smile sharply tugging at him from the pet name, “this was my decision.” She gave a gentle peck to his split lip, the tinted red on her own lips sparked desire. A possessive untamed feeling washed over him. But a fluttering butterfly in the wind would always be more beautiful than a caged bird, and his Witch would never know what the bars would look like from the inside.
“Just because I’ve chosen to help heal the people I love, does not make me weak. It does not make me any less than before. I love pink just as much as I love being dressed in blue. There will be no argument about the choice I have made. My hands will worship and build you up over and over. Healing takes time and patience, a skill you often lack.” Felix only continued to smile and adore the stern but loving tone she ranted at him with. He kissed her knuckles as he inhaled, a relieved sigh leaving him.
“I know, my Fire,” he hummed.
“But maybe I can learn your gentleness as you had learned my confidence.”
Chapter 2: Mother's Love
Summary:
A scene from a Tim/fem-insert that's brewing in my head.
I fucking love Damien, he will know a mother's love, on god.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“You and your mother… Snuggle?” Damien asked. She looked up from the book she had been reading while sitting on the couch.
“Yes?” She spoke softly, confused but not unkind. The women before Damien had confused him for a while. How exactly did Drake get a woman like her as a girlfriend? She seemed too soft, too kind. And yet she was never fearful of much. Not in the face of the family. Not in the face of Mr. Freeze. Not even with the Joker. That had been quiet the night.
“Mother told me such actions would leave me too vulnerable for betrayal and assassinations,” Damien explained, not a hint of exaggeration in his voice, just a stated fact. Her face scrunched up as emotions like confusion and pity masked her.
“Don’t do that,” he demanded.
“Do what?” her tone is still non judgmental. She sets the book down on the coffee table as she sits up straighter.
“The open emotions. You’re too readable,” she nods and smiles.
“Am I?” she starts, “What do you see then?” She motions him to stand closer, away from the doorway he was standing in front of. He walked forward standing at the farther arm of the couch, of which only came up to his waist.
“Confusion. Sadness. Pity, ” he spat the word out, “And something akin to guilt.” That small, gentle damn smile was still on her face.
“Is that really all you see?” She was still so gentle, an action still so foreign to him. He had no clue how to counter this, so he only got more annoyed and angered.
“Yes,” he hissed out.
“And If I told you I am feeling immense anger and not pity but sympathy and empathy, would you believe me?” Yet there was no change in her tone. This seemed to tick Damien off, but kept as close to his usual “cool”.
“I would believe half of the sympathy and empathy, but I do not detect any anger,” He replied.
“And why is that?” He took a moment to think about the answer. A question he didn’t believe he was ever asked before. When he had failed a test, Mother was quick to punish.
“You haven’t acted out. You’re too calm,” He answered slightly hesitantly. He hoped she couldn’t hear how unsure he was of his own answer.
“Is that how your mother is?” she asked instead. Damien stiffened at this. Some form of loyalty still rose in his chest, but surprisingly it wasn’t as overwhelming as it would have been half a year prior. And that's when he saw it. What he had mislabeled as guilt in her eyes was in fact that unbridled rage burning her alive. It reminded him, briefly, of Jason and his Pit Rage that would take hold when he would find harmed children during patrols, but this anger. This anger was somehow worse. This? This was a Mother’s Rage.
“Damien,” he had never heard anyone say his name as softly as she had in that moment. It caught him off guard. Mother would be so disappointed that this was all it took to break him. Faster than any torture training he had ever gone through.
“I will not hurt a child. I will not hurt my family,” she said sternly, but unlike Mother, it didn’t hurt to hear him being referred to as a child he was only 8 years old, but warmed at the mention of family, “You are a kid. Be a kid. You are safe with the adults that are here now. I will never shame you for being human.” Now that hurts. Damien bites his lip to keep the tears at bay. When had anyone told him such things? Richard perhaps, but that was when Damien was still used to his homelands costumes. But unfortunately, she saw his turmoil.
“Hey,” he looks up at her, she had leaned forward, true unfiltered concern on her face, “Do you… want a snuggle? You have every right to turn down this offer, but it will always be available.” Damien felt too much in that moment. So he just nodded. She lifted her arms as she leaned back down. He slowly made his way to her before he sat down. Slowly he leaned onto her shoulder. She gently laid her arm around him.
Warm , he thought as he slowly snuggled closer. His ear soon pressed above her heart, the rhythmic sound was soothing in a way he had never known before. He hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes until she started the message, eyes fluttered open before closing again. It started as gentle scritches in his hair that moved onto his forehead with circles patterned across his skin, down the side of his face, and across his check. She then lightly traced his jaw and up the shell of his ear. Then it was back down again and retired the path. Over and over she did this. After what had felt like hours, which according to his internal clock that was trained to perfection it was really five minutes, she started to hum. It wasn’t any tune he recognized, but non the less, it was beautiful to him.
When Tim had entered his apartment two hours later, he hadn’t expected to see a Demon sleeping on his girlfriend. He questioningly called your name as quietly as he could without waking the kid. She looks up at him, a loving smile on her face.
“You tamed him?” she only shrugged, somehow the kid didn’t wake up.
“How? Is he drugged? Did you drug Bruce’s kid?” He accused, confusion clear on his face.
“Nope. Just let him know he’s safe,” she replied. Tim huffed out a quiet laugh, somehow unsurprised by his girl’s response.
“Come on, let’s get you two somewhere more comfortable,” as he helped her maneuver Damien to a better position for her to carry him to their shared bed. He smiled gently to himself. He couldn’t imagine a better woman to spend the rest of his life with.
Oh, shit. A dark blush grew on his face, I could actually marry her?
Yeah. Yeah, I could. The giant smile on his face never left, even at the questioning look on her face as she reentered their living room.
Notes:
1. I don't think Thalia is an unloving parent. I believe she is a product of her environment who would do better if she knew how and that she could.
2. I really like Tim and feel like there aren't enough appreciation fanfics and /readers with just him. So there may be a Tim Drake/reader coming soon lol.
3. I love soft moments, as you'll definitely find out from these drabbles. and angst if I ever get around to actually write it down lol.
and 4. this is based off of when i had a migraine and was snuggling my mom on the couch, and FMC had just gotten back from a family party where Damien witnesses a fairly healthy relationship between a mother and child for the first time.(and secret number 5. the humming, in my head, is based on the girl harmonizing with her fan from tiktok.)
Chapter 3: Thoughts Spoken
Summary:
A veiwer fulls into the Young Justice universe. It goes alright.
Notes:
started to watch Young Justice again. Got pissed at Superman for how he was treating Superboy.
I do not fuck with YJ Superman.
Chapter Text
“What the??” I gasped as my mind finally processed the electric crackle that was in front of my face. Which was so appreciated. Especially since I was supposed to be on my way to the local dollar store, but oh well. I guess tripping backwards must call for the use of a taser - that's not a taser. My eyes widened as they focused on the escrima sticks. I slowly raised my open hands up as I looked for the person behind the weapon.
Kaldur’ahm? As I became infinitely more confused.
How do you know him? A pretty voice replied. Wait. I look over to see M'gann watching me curiously.
Aw, you think my voice is pretty?
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???” I yell.
“Did you read their mind and telepathically talk to them?” A young boy asked.
“Yup. Their mind is pretty loud and messy, but it seems they know who we are. Well, at least me and Kaldur. Right now they're just screaming “dick and balls, titties, and penis” in their head,” she replied to Dick.
“They know a Dick. Is that your name?” She turned to Robin.
“Dude,” he whispered in disappointment, “ I- Wait, how?” They all turn to look at me.
“Um. How much do you believe in multi-universes?” They looked at each other, Kaldur'ahm not lifting the escrima stick, and very obviously had a telepathic conversation. The faces they made were kinda funny and very out of context.
Could just ask to join the conversation. (M’gann)
Nope.
Okey-dokey. (M’gann)
“Considering you came out of a portal from our ceiling,” SuperBoy or was this Kon-El? Or was that a different future super-kid? started, “and we've been through much more stranger events. Yes. We'll believe you.”
“So how do you know us? Do we exist in your world? Are you our friend?” Wally rapidly asks.
“Um…” I dumbly respond.
“Maybe we give them some space? And relax,” Dick suggested as he got Kaldur to back down before helping me up.
“Thanks?” I awkwardly say as I give him a nervous smile.
“So?” Artemis arched an eyebrow.
“Um. Ok. So.” I nervously fidget as I look at the ground, “In my universe, you are all cartoon characters from a childhood show?” The silence was excruciating.
“Huh. That doesn't seem that bad,” Wally says after a good minute of silence, “Wait. Does that also mean you know our futures?” An excited expression took over his face as I cringed. My memory was already pretty bad. Who knows how many events I'd get out of order. Or what would even happen to the timeline? What if my presence is already disrupting something. I mean, it's not like I'm going to know everything that happens. The episodes only show so much. And I can't remember what day was which event. Obviously the independence day ice villains happened. But what about the mission that took a good month or two of memories? Or the wizards. Or. Or. Or.
Wow. Calm down. Your mind is going way too fast. Take a deep breath and calm down. I looked at M’gann as she offered a sweet smile.
“You back with us?” Dick asked. Looking at Wally, he had a very “kicked-puppy” Look.
“Sorry. Yeah. I, um, just worried about how this would effect this universe and would much rather not fuck it up?” I finally replied.
“Aw, dang. Yeah that makes sense. Sorry for almost putting you through a panic attack,” Wally said. I give a small understanding smile as I nod.
“That aside. I do want to get home. Not too certain how I got here, but I wouldn't doubt it's magical,” I start, “so… if we could get the, uh, adults. Please?” The teens looked at each other before nodding in sync.
That's disturbingly cool.
“Yeah. We'll get Red Tornado to contact the Justice League.”
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“This is an interesting situation,” Red Tornado commented after he was explained as to why I was present, “I will get in contact with the rest of the League for any magic user that may be present.” I nod, not wanting to voice any names that may not be currently known.
“In the meantime, I believe some of the other League members may be coming just to assess the situation themselves,” Red T warned, “I was notified by Batman as Robin did call for him.”
“Dude,” I stage-whispered in fear. God damn it, why did it have to be batman.
“Yeah. Big B can be pretty intimidating,” Wally nodded, “Isn’t Black Canary also here?” Wally seemed to remember.
“She’s busy with Superman currently. They should be arriving soon as well.” I immediately slump at the mention of Superman. This version of him was not one I particularly liked. Maybe I was just too used to the older cartoons, but he really isn’t very Himbo™ here.
Huh, you’re probably the first person we’ve met that’s not a villain that doesn’t like Superman. (M’gann)
Oh, trust me. I’m gonna go off on some folks if shit hits the fan.
Should I warn the others? (M’gann)
… Nah. It’ll probably be pretty entertaining.
“Oh hey Batman,” Dick cheerfully said, as he looked behind me.
“OH SWEET BABY JESUS!” I shouted as I turned around, the shadowy man towered over me, “Oh damn, you’re tall.” His glowing white eyes narrowed at me as he responded with a small grunt. Slowly he walks out of the shadows and approaches Tornado.
“Wow, he’s so much more intimidating and cool in person,” I lean towards Dick. He smirks and shakes his head.
“Don’t give him too big of an ego now,” he jokes. I snort and roll my eyes.
“Nah, I think he’s too emo. He needs that confidence boost,” I sarcastically reply. Wally barks out a laugh, while Artemis side eyes us.
God, please, not more knuckleheads. (Artemis)
Yall should know by now that it’s a given that the smart kids share one brain cell when teamed together.
Humans share brain cells? (M’gann)
… It’s a joke. Don’t worry Meg, you’re not missing out on much.
Wow , thanks for insulting and complementing me and Wally. (Dick)
(¬◡¬)
HOW? (W, D)
I honestly don’t know, so please don’t ask me to teach ya. I’m mainly talking to Wally.
Damn it. (Wally)
“Alright, everyone,” Batman said, “Zatanna is on her way, along with some Speedsters.”
“Don’t you mean “just Zatanna” is coming?” Berry said as he stood next to Wally. Batman just stared at him.
“What’s happening with Zatanna?” Black Canary asked as she and Superman walked in. Wally points to me.
“They’re from another universe and trying to get them home,” Canary nods as Superman gives me a small smile. I don’t bother with pleasantries with him. He looked startled.
“Anyways, as we wait for Zatanna, wanna explain your Universe?” Berry smiled at me. I shrugged.
“Eh, sure. Not that much interesting, but if you think it’ll pass the time. Sure,” I shrug again, “Ask away.”
“Ok,” Dick starts, “You said we’re from a “childhood” cartoon in your universe, how old exactly are you?” I hummed as I thought over the question.
“Well I was born in 2005. And I’m currently 19. The Show aired in 2010, 2011,” I answered.
“Huh, we’re in 2010,” Artemis commented, “You’re a good decade into the future.”
“Eh, The show aired for two seasons until it was “canceled” in 2013,” I continue on, “But was recently bought by streaming services so it gained two more seasons.”
“Oh, which season are we in,” Wally asked.
“Season one, but, again, don’t wanna get into the future-y stuff in case of time-line miss-haps,” Batman grunts to get my attention.
“You know our identities,” he states.
“I mean, yeah. But that's also because of other similar shows and the comic books from the 1950's. But I don’t really remember half of the “main and or important characters”, erm, people, anyways,” I explain, “I know who you are. I know who Green Arrow is. Flash. Superman. These guys,” I gesture at Young Justice, “Green Lantern, and probably a bunch more if my memory actually works in “once-in-a-blue-moon.” ”
And a bunch of villains. And some of the ones involved with The Light.
Who’s that?
Please get out.
Sorry.
M’gann gives me a sheepish look.
“Why do you seem to not like me?” Superman bluntly asked. Superboy (who is definitely Conner if my memory is starting to work better now) glanced in minor surprise at me.
“I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say,” I clipped.
“Please, I deal with villains ten times your size. I’m sure I’ll be just fine,” he pushed. I take a sharp but deep breath in.
Shit hitting the fan? (M’gann)
The fan is made of the shit.
…
What? (SuperBoy)
“You’re a shitty person. Don’t get me wrong. You’re an alright superhero. You have a job and you do get it done. But you are still a shit person with a fucked personality. Especially when you interact with SuperBoy over here,” I point to Conner, whose mouth was slightly gaped in surprise, “You react to his aggression with more aggression with very little thought about the actual consequence of those actions. He pretty much a fucking toddler. You are beefing with a fucking toddler. Yeah, suddenly being shoved into what could be interpreted as “fatherhood” is shitty and upsetting, but taking that out on the person who could be labeled as a son, let alone a fucking brother, is so immature. You are an adult man with a laughable amount of regulation when it comes to any real emotion. Especially when acting as a hero. Ask for some fucking help if you’re really struggling trying to parent your own self, considering he’s your fucking clone.” Superman was red in the face as I rant at him. Everyone, except Red Tornado and Batman, had a face of surprise and horror.
“I don’t even know if he’s actually been given a name at this point of the timeline,” I pause before turning to SuperBoy, “Ya know what, fuck it. If my memory is serving me right as I’m re-evaluating my knowledge of this universe, your name is Conner. Your Kryptonian name is Kon-el,” I turn back to Superman, “Which took some time for you to do. Like, Jesus, Clark, you’re Ma and Pa would be fucking disappointed in you. I am honestly disappointed and pretty pissed since I grew up looking up to your fucked ass. And Batman, but he gets fucked up later and make a lot of fucked up decisions because he was scared and traumatized as fuck. Which doesn't give him a pass for his future mistakes that he will be making but even then he would be asking for some fucking help if he were to struggle as much as you act like you are when it comes to being a competent person. Book an appointment with Canary for some fucking therapy. Even if it is the early twenty-tens and research into different therapy shits isn’t as well developed as twenty-twenty-four. But Jesus, it’s better than nothing. Even when you do become a father, you treat that kid so much better than Conner. Which, great, cool, you may have learned from some mistakes, had you actually improved in how you treat Conner while being a father. You fucking ignore him.” Conner looks pissed and at the verge of tears as I continue, everyone else turns to Superman, who definitely wanted to be anywhere but here.
“And the only other reason as to why Conner is the way he is now, because he does get better and calmer, is because he hasn’t chronologically been alive for that long. Just because he looks fifteen-sixteen-seventeen-eighteen and has the knowledge, or above average knowledge, for that age range does not mean he has the experience. His physical experience with the world around him is similar to that of an infant. He is constantly being bombarded with sensations and sounds and different environments that are overstimulating. That causes so much irritation both physically and mentally. Of course he’s acting out. Who here has actually bothered to help him regulate what he feels. You certainly haven’t. You tell him to fix his strength output, but then you don’t even bother trying to teach him. Then get mad when he can’t? Bull. Shit.” The room was dead silent. No one had noticed that Zatanna had arrived as she also stood stunned. Conner was sitting on the ground, tears streaming down, with M’gann’s arm around him.
“Holly shit,” Arsenal whispered from where he was standing next to Zatanna.
“Oh. Hi,” I wave to them.
“How do you still look so calm?” Zatanna asked.
“Oh? Oh, no. I’m having so many heart palpitations right now,” I say with a probably shit-eating grin, “Can I go home now?”
“Truth. Their heart is beating very fast,” Conner confirmed as he wiped his face. He slowly stood up.
“Thank you,” he looked me dead in the eyes. I smile back.
“Yeah, um. Let’s get you home,” Zatanna interrupted, “before anything more world shattering happens.”
“Ah, Yeah. That’d be nice,” I give a soft smile as I follow her to another room.
For what this time has been worth, you all are incredible people and heroes. There are so many challenges you will all have to face, personal and team related. Don’t let it break you. Good luck Young Justice. And thank you for inspiring little five year old me.
Have a safe journey home.
Aw, thanks guys.