After Conner Finds Out About Where The Other Half Of His DNA Came From, Once He Knows That Superman Might
After Conner finds out about where the other half of his DNA came from, once he knows that Superman might actually find a valid way to hate him one day, it would have been easy for Lex to slip into the shadows and leave the secrets Conner learned to torment him.
He doesn’t.
Instead he starts to visit. He texts Conner and asks if he would like to go to a diner after school. He calls Conner to ask how his day’s going. He smiles when Conner tells him that he taught Wolf a new trick.
If Conner didn’t know better, he might think that Lex was trying to parent him.
He assumes that Cadmus must have gotten something wrong. He guesses that he misunderstood what it meant when they put the thought that ‘parents look out for you and give you advice and forgive you when you yell at them’ because if he didn’t then-
Then Lex Luthor would be a significantly better dad than Superman. Which wouldn’t make sense. At all.
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After about a month of visits and kind words and pats on the shoulder that make Conner feel embarrassed but so full of happiness he might burst, he decides to confess to the team. Partly because he hates lying to them more than anything in the world. Partly because he knows this is wrong and he knows that he has to stop before he says something he shouldn’t and screws everything up but if he’s ever going to stop he needs someone to tell him he has to.
So he confesses. And very pointedly doesn’t look at anyone as he waits for them to start yelling.
“But-” starts Artemis, soft in a way Conner’s never associated with her before, “but you’ve been happier.”
He finally looks up and instead of angry they just look sad and understanding and Conner loves all of them so much.
“Conner,” Kaldur says, calm and measured, “If Lex Luthor is your blood, and you want to get to know him, I don’t think that any of us would feel comfortable taking that away from you.”
Wally steps forward like he wants to reach out. “We all have adults we can talk to about all of this, it’s not fair that you don’t. We won’t tell on you man.”
Conner squeezes his eyes shut because if he keeps looking at all their earnest faces he might start crying.
“I’d never-” he struggles to get the words out, “I’d never choose him over any of you. I like him and sometimes he feels important to me in a weird way. But he’s nothing compared to you guys.”
“We know.” M’gann says.
‘We know’, they all say with their trust and their kindness and all the ways they’ve tried to make him feel at home since they came together.
Before he can leave to calm down somewhere with fewer people and more things to break he’s swamped by a tangle of limbs and reassurance and forgets why he wanted to leave anyway.
He really does have the best family.
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Gwen would be characterised by anyone but herself as a prodigy with a sword. That would be, if she let anyone see what she can do.
She started beating Elyan when she was six. It took her far longer to beat her father for the first time but whenever she lost he would tell her that she just needed some time to get a little stronger. Some time to grow up.
Gwen beats her father for the first time when she’s fourteen. He smiles from where he’s lying on the floor with a knowing look.
“I told you so.” he manages, despite how winded he is.
She rolls her eyes and let’s the glow of pride set a fire in her chest.
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Gwen is twenty-two years old and has been the Lady Morgana’s maid servant for a little under a year. She’s a prodigy at it and this time she does let people see. She spends all the time she has with Morgana and all the rest of it practicing with a sword in the forge’s yard.
It takes longer for anyone to notice than she thought it would.
She’s practising behind her father’s forge. Moving through the same jabs and cuts she’s repeated a thousand times before. It feels good, like it always does. It feels powerful.
“Well aren’t you full of surprises?” Lady Morgana calls wryly from the forge and Gwen almost drops her sword.
“You’re not supposed to be here.” she hisses, forgetting just about everything she’s ever learned about how to treat those of higher stations than hers. “Sorry.” she tags on the end, like that would stop a regular noble from having her beheaded for such words.
“Don’t be.” Morgana smiles slyly. “You could probably put Arthur on his arse with moves like those.”
Gwen is immensely lucky that Morgana isn’t a regular noble. “I’m sure that he would be a formidable opponent.” she says diplomatically.
Morgana grins, because she loves Arthur just like Gwen loves Elyan, but she isn’t meeting Gwen’s eyes and seems hesitant in a way that’s unlike her.
“Yes, milady?” Gwen prompts.
“I don’t suppose-“ Morgana’s eyes dart to the sword rack in the corner of the yard. “I don’t suppose you could teach me?”
Gwen smiles, relief flooding her. “Of course”
After all, it would hardly be proper for her to refuse a request from the Lady Morgana.
new fic!!!
word count: 3,360
summary: Tim Drake is excited to go to school with someone else who knows Batman and Robin's identities.
Damian Al Ghul makes it incredibly difficult to stay that way.
OR
Damian tries to recruit the only boy at his new school with a brain to spy on his father.
It's trickier than he expects.
You scream. Obviously. Then you run into the bathroom because you’re an idiot and that was the closest door to your bed.
You stop screaming. The coarse-rough voice of that horrible thing lets out a quiet “Shit.” through the wood of the door. Then heavy breathing and the drip, drip, drip of the tap maintenance never fixed is all you can hear.
Why is it here? What did you do? Some part of you had always thought that monster to be some demon. An agent of the devil that came after you for breaking your little brothers nose just because you could. Or for not calling an ambulance that time your grandma fell down the stairs. Or for tearing out Becky Pritchard’s earrings through her flesh for saying that yours looked ugly.
You may have been a slightly sadistic child.
That monster, that demon, had been the only thing that left you scared. The moment it shifted beneath your bed you would feel all the bubbling anger that flowed through your veins turn to ice. The moment it started whispering, promising you all the awful things it was going to do to you, that constant hunger to make others hurt would be drowned out by the tidal wave of fear that gripped you.
Well, old habits die hard, you think as you try to get your breathing under control. But now you’re twenty-five with six years in private security under your belt, so maybe they can be killed a little faster.
You remove the head from the toilet brush to turn it into a baton. The shape of it, the weight, is familiar to you. You’d always been good baseball. At least until you’d used the bat to take out a player's knee caps. You don’t think the coach would have minded so much if the kid had been on the opposing team.
You’ve never actually seen the monster and so find yourself hoping it has knee caps. It would be satisfying, you think, to feel the solid thunk of the strike and the sickly crack that would follow it.
Already lining up the shot in your head, you open the door.
Coming back to your apartment you prepare for a good night’s sleep. Upon laying on your bed you suddenly hear noises coming from underneath it. Carefully looking under you’re surprised to see the monster that lurked under your bed as a kid staring back at you. “Look man, I need a favor.”
Selina & Talia
1 2 3 wrote a bunch more for this and it’s on ao3 now lol
Talia is making dinner with Selina when the Sirens burst in.
Selina had said that something like this would happen one day but this is the first time Talia has met them during her and Selina’s relationship.
“Guess what we-” Harley Quinn crows before stopping abruptly at the sight of Talia in the kitchen and Damian at the table. “Who’re you?”
Pamela Isley rolls her eyes before stepping forwards and holding out a hand. “Selina’s been telling us all about her new paramour, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” she says. Talia raises an eyebrow but shakes the hand. She supposes that if Selina likes these people so much she can stomach being polite.
Harley, who had been looking Talia up and down from behind Pamela, steps forward and thrusts her hand out for Talia to shake as well. “Harley Quinn, pleasure to meet ya. And I’ve got to say you are a real improvement on the last guy Cat dated. Like really. Wowza.” Pamela elbows Harley in the ribs but she just responds by kissing her on the cheek. Talia raises an eyebrow at Selina who nods that yes, they’re always like this. Harley turns towards the kitchen table where Damian has turned away from his laptop and is looking at the group of them with undisguised judgement. “And is this your little one?”
“Yes.” Talia answers. She shoots a look at Damian since she can sense that he’s about three seconds from starting a fight. “He is.”
Harley leans down so that her face is level with Damian’s. “Isn’t he a cutie?”
“Continue to disrespect me and I shall remove your head from your shoulders, Quinn”
“And he’s got spunk!” she praises, her lack of fear just making Damian scowl harder. “Who’s the Daddy?” she asks, turning back to Talia.
“My ex.” Talia and Selina answer in unison.
Pamela looks up at the two of them sharply from where she had been inspecting the food and there’s a hint of confusion on Harley’s face for the first time in the whole conversation.
Talia knows it’s undignified, but she can’t help herself from a moment of sharp laughter. She might have been embarrassed over it if not for the way Selina giggles into her shoulder afterwards.
For a hot sec thought this was talking about Klaus Baudelaire and I was really questioning what I remembered happening in those books.
2020 is the year we stop acting like Klaus is an innocent baby who could do nothing wrong. Listen, I love Klaus; I adore him, but he’s a deeply flawed character like all of the other siblings. He’s a traumatized addict who has been shown to steal and cheat and generally do whatever he needs to for a fix without regard for who he’s hurting. Even now that he’s clean we haven’t seen any remorse for any of that. Klaus Hargreeves is a deeply complex and flawed character and it’s time some of ya’ll stop acting like he can do no wrong.
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