Yall Bffr…

Bro had two personalities/j

You think FNAF Pit Bonnie has William’s memories?..

This so relatable I can't

Me looking for yandere content the moment I step foot in any new fandom

(IF YOU WANT REPOST MY ART, GIVE ME CREDITS) Toh characters in LMK style

‧₊˚ INVINCIBLE VARIANTS' JEALOUSY HEADCANONS ‧₊˚

Invincible Variants x Reader

ft: Mohawk Mark; Sinister Mark; Unmasked Mark; Omnivincible; Striped (Emperor) Mark; No Goggles Mark.

(other headcanons here)

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Mohawk Mark

Jealousy? Nah, he thinks it’s funny. Until it isn’t. He’ll laugh, tease you, throw an arm around your shoulders when someone flirts with you—but if that someone doesn’t get the hint? That’s when things get ugly.

 He turns possessive real fast. If another guy is flirting with you, he joins in—except now he’s the one whispering in your ear, tugging you closer, making sure everyone in the room knows who you belong to.

You’re his, and he makes sure everyone knows it. He won’t fight over you. He doesn’t need to. Because the moment he flashes that knowing smirk, that you can try, but you won’t win attitude, people back off real fast.

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"You always come here alone?" The guy leans in, all charm and confidence.

You barely have time to react before a warm arm drapes around your shoulders.

"She doesn’t," Mark answers for you, voice dripping amusement. "She’s got me."

The guy tenses, barely masking his annoyance. "Oh. I didn’t realize—"

Mark grins. "Yeah, I figured. You seem real comfortable flirting with my girl."

You glare up at him, but he just winks.

The guy sputters, scrambling for an excuse. Mark doesn’t give him the chance. Instead, he leans down, lips just brushing your ear.

"You like the attention, don’t you?" he murmurs, smug. "That’s cute, babe."

You shove him off. His laughter follows you.

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Sinister Mark 

He doesn’t get jealous. He gets insulted. Do they really think they stand a chance? He doesn’t just own you—he dominates every part of your life. Anyone trying to compete is laughable.

His presence alone is enough to send a warning. If someone gets too close, he doesn’t need to start a fight. One look from him is enough to make most people back off. If they don’t? Then they’re in for a very unfortunate fate.

If you’re the one making him jealous, he makes you regret it. He won’t yell. He won’t get visibly mad. But he’ll get quiet. He’ll get cold. And suddenly, you’re left wondering if you just made the biggest mistake of your life.

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The café feels wrong. Too still. Too quiet.

You glance up—and your stomach drops.

Mark stands in the doorway, watching. Expression unreadable.

The guy in front of you is still talking, oblivious. You barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat.

Mark doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. But when your eyes meet his, you know.

You excuse yourself so fast it’s almost embarrassing. By the time you step outside, he’s waiting.

"Having fun?" His voice is smooth, almost amused.

You swallow hard. "It wasn’t like that."

He hums, tilting his head. "Wasn’t it?"

A gloved hand reaches up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You shiver.

"You can do whatever you want," he murmurs. "But don’t forget where you belong."

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Unmasked Mark

He doesn’t want to feel jealous. He knows it’s stupid. He knows you aren’t his. But seeing someone else make you laugh, seeing you give them your attention—it kills him.

He gets insecure. He wonders if you’d be happier with someone else. Someone normal. Someone who doesn’t have blood on their hands.

When he gets jealous, he withdraws. He won’t confront you. He won’t start a fight. But he’ll pull away—and suddenly, you’re the one chasing after him.

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You find him on the rooftop, staring at the city.

"Mark," you breathe, stepping closer. He doesn’t turn.

"You looked happy," he says, voice distant.

You frown. "What are you talking about?"

He exhales, rubbing his face. "That guy. Back in the café."

Realization dawns, and you groan. "Are you serious?"

He shrugs. "It’s not a big deal."

"It is a big deal if you’re out here sulking about it."

That finally gets a reaction. He shoots you a glare, but there’s no real anger behind it. Just something tired.

"You don’t have to stay," he mutters.

You grab his wrist before he can leave. "You don’t get to decide that."

His breath catches. Slowly, hesitantly, he looks at you.

You squeeze his hand. "I’m not going anywhere."

For the first time all night, his shoulders relax.

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Omnivincible

Jealousy is irrelevant. Do you really think he’d let someone steal you from him? The thought is laughable. You are his. Not just in body, but in purpose. There is no scenario where he lets another take what belongs to him.

He doesn’t get angry—he gets amused. If someone flirts with you, he watches, curious, like an apex predator watching a clueless creature wander into his den. It’s entertaining.

That doesn’t mean he allows it. If they persist, his patience wears thin. His hand finds your chin, tilts your face toward his. Mine. It’s not a warning—it’s a statement. A universal truth.

He ensures you never feel unsafe. Not because he trusts the world, but because he has made sure no one dares to threaten you. Any potential threat—whether real or imagined—is removed before you even notice.

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The guy across from you leans in, eyes flicking over your face. “Didn’t think someone like you would be here alone.”

You don’t get the chance to reply.

A shadow falls over the table.

Mark is standing behind the guy, arms crossed over his chest. Silent. Unbothered. His presence is total.

The guy doesn’t notice right away. “So, what do you say?” he continues, giving you a grin.

Mark clears his throat—not loud, not dramatic, just enough.

The guy freezes. Then, slowly, he turns his head.

Mark is watching him. Not scowling. Not glaring. Just looking. Completely composed, like he’s already decided how this ends.

The guy lets out a nervous laugh. “Uh… hey, man. You need something?”

Mark blinks at him. “You can leave.”

It’s not a suggestion.

The guy hesitates, glancing at you like maybe you’ll say something—maybe you’ll help.

You don’t.

His throat bobs as he swallows, then he stands, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… I was just heading out anyway.”

Mark doesn’t move until the guy is gone. Then, with a quiet sigh, he slides into the chair across from you, resting his elbow on the table, fingers loosely curled against his chin.

“You attract the worst kinds of people,” he murmurs, amusement flickering in his eyes. Then, after a beat, he smirks.

“…Good thing I got here first.”

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Target/Striped (Emperor) Mark

Jealousy triggers his aggressive side. He’s quick to anger, and if he sees someone flirting with you, he doesn’t just get mad—he gets violent. His jealousy manifests as a fierce need to assert dominance, often leading to confrontations.

He’ll mock you when you’re with others. Calling you lowlife is part of his charm, but it’s also a power play. He relishes reminding you of your supposed weakness, and if someone else shows interest, he’ll amplify that mockery.

He’s loud in his jealousy. When he’s upset, it’s hard to ignore. His voice rises, filled with raw energy and irritation, and he doesn’t care who hears him. He expects you to fall in line—and he’ll make sure you do.

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You’re laughing with friends at the bar when you spot Mark entering. His gaze narrows as he strides over, fists clenched.

“What’s so funny?” he snaps, eyes fixed on you.

You try to explain, but he cuts you off. “Those losers? Seriously?” His voice is loud, drawing attention. “You’re better than this, lowlife.”

“Mark, they’re just being friendly—”

“Friendly? You think they want anything but to take you from me?” He leans closer, intensity radiating from him. “You belong with me. Not them.”

He glares at your friends, making them back off, leaving you feeling trapped between his anger and their confusion.

“Let’s go,” he commands, grabbing your wrist. You don’t argue

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No Goggles Mark

Jealousy leads to chaotic amusement. When he sees someone flirting with you, he can’t help but make a show of it. He might tease the other person, enjoying the absurdity of the situation and pushing their buttons.

He has a playful demeanor, but his mood can shift rapidly. If the flirter doesn’t back off, his tone changes, revealing a more serious side. He’s possessive and won’t hesitate to remind others of that.

His humor masks a deeper intensity. While he enjoys messing with people, the underlying threat is always present. He wants you to know you’re his, and he won’t tolerate anyone else thinking otherwise.

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You’re chatting with a group of friends when you spot Mark leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a playful smirk on his face.

As one of your friends gets a little too flirty, Mark straightens up and walks over, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, look at this! A little flirtation party without me? How daring!”

Your friend laughs, but Mark’s gaze is locked onto the guy leaning in too close. “You really think you can compete with me?”

The guy chuckles nervously, trying to play it cool. “I’m just being friendly.”

“Friendly?” Mark leans closer, a grin still plastered on his face, but his voice drops to a low, serious tone. “Let me make something clear: if you don’t back off, you’re gonna find out how not friendly I can be.”

The shift is instantaneous. The guy’s smile fades, and he takes a step back, sensing the danger lurking beneath Mark’s words.

“Wow, dude, chill,” he stammers, retreating a little.

Mark straightens up again, returning to his playful self as he turns back to you. “See? I told you this would be entertaining.”

You shake your head, trying to hide your amusement. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he replies, a cocky grin on his face. “But I’m also serious when it comes to you. Let’s get out of here before someone else tries their luck.”

I need for this to be Debbie when she sees Nolan in S4 😂

꒰ :🥀 [ Deer in headlight ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : You've been in the hotel for a while now yet one mistery you never uncovered, where that ears atop his head or hair? So you made it your mission to touch them and figure out if they are indeed ears.. and maybe a discover a matching tail to the ears?

Pairing : Alastor x Reader

Word count : 3025 Words

Genre : Fluff, Slightly suggestive near the end

Warnings ➵ Possessive and out of character Alastor

Part 2 -> < Like a deer in headlight >

a/n : I wanna pat his head and ears so badly, they look so fluffy and when they move around and are pressed to his head? I'm crying-

Also I wasn't able to find that scene as a gif so I made it myself `^` Why that scene? Bcs his ears layed back on his head look absolutely adorable!

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It's bugging you. Keeping a watching gaze on those fluffs atop a certain red-haired head, while you sat at the bar beside Angel who was in a conversation with Huskers, which you don't pay any more attention to. You were drawn in by the man sitting on the couch so carelessly while reading a newspaper.

They had to be ears right? They did move depending on his mood, even if not a lot.. But maybe it was also just his hair and not ears? If it were ears did he also have a tail? Ears and tail would make sense, seeing how he from time to time had smaller or bigger antlers atop his head, especially the big ones in his demon form.

"Are you even listening sweets?" Angels face appeared in front of your own now, twitching together a slight bit of surprise, your head turns to the two demons now and away from a certain deer demon. "Sorry.. I was spacing out a slight bit." You apologize to Angel now, Husk raising an eyebrow as he and Angel had noticed where your attention was diverted to. "Figured sweets, looked like you were eating smiles up with you eyes." Angel sends you a smirk, but you immediately start to shake your head, this wasn't what Angel was having on his mind right now. "I was wondering.. are those ears?" A gasp could be heard from Husk, Angel looking over his shoulder now to analyze Alastor's ears. The white spider was humming a bit, as he was debating whether they were ears or not, but Husker was already looking at you bewildered. "Don't even dare try anything, the last person to try and touch them was dead before they even got close." Now this was beginning to sound interesting, was Alastor this strange about it? If it was hair he wouldn't mind that much right? Well aside from the fact that he overall didn't enjoy being touched if it didn't come from his side or was allowed by him. But if they were ears.. were they sensitive? Was that why he didn't want anyone to touch them and.. did he have a matching tail? A cute little fluff of a deer tail?

Husk saw the gears in your head turning and speeding up, he grabbed both your cheeks as he turned your face to his, his eye staring into yours. "Don't you dare think about anything stupid, do you hear me?" Rolling your eyes, you pushed his hands away. Even though he was grumpy most of the time, you and Husk liked the company of one another, you two were quite good friends by now, so it made you a bit happy how he warned you and worried. But.. it was just thrilling to know, too noisy for your own good. "He won't kill me Husk, I'm his favorite!" Jumping from your seat, Husk lets out a groan, as you stride over to Alastor who is still busy reading the newspaper.

"Alastor! I got a question!" Jumping on the couch beside Alastor, you turn your body to him fully, one leg under you as your arm rests on the backside of the couch. Folding his newspaper together again, he lays it on the coffee table before looking at you. "Well of course my dear, go on ahead and ask whatever your heart desires to know!" He was talking and acting like a gentleman, giving you his full attention the second you addressed him and sat down beside him. "I was wondering for a while.. are those ears or is that your hair?" You were now pointing at his head, a smile still evident on his face, yet it somehow strained the slightest bit with irritation at your question. Huskers in the back was probably already fearing for your life. "Oh my dearest what a straightforward question, but I do fear I cannot answer you this. But do not worry your pretty little mind, maybe someday you will know." A soft pat was on your head, as the radio demon got up and made his way who knows where in quick strides.

"Oh no.. I know that face." Huskers was going crazy right now, the face you were making was one he knew oh so well, one that screamed > the game is on, I will win <. You were going to make this a game for sure, Husker was just praying the hotel would not be destroyed afterward.

The first thing now was to figure out if they really were ears, because if they were, you were so going to extant this self-proclaimed game of yours, to touching them.

"Oh Niffty my darling!" Shouting for the little psycho now, she jumps out of a room, a roach stuck on her little needle-like knife. She was a strange one no one understood, but still lovely and.. quite close to Alastor. "Niffty my dearest, you're very close to Alastor right? Do tell me, are those atop his head ears? Of course, you will get paid too for your information." Holding up a bag of alive insects and roaches, how you got them? Rather not ask, it was annoying and disgusting. Niffty was almost in an instant reaching for the bag, but you pulled it out of reach for her, reminding her what you wanted in return. "He told me how that part was sensitive and I should be careful, never told me if they were ears or not, but they have been pressed to his head a few single times when really irritated.. Now give me the bag!" Snatching the bag from you and running off with maniac-like laughter, she was crazy for sure. But did give you very useful information. Knowing the fact that he said they were sensitive, it makes you even more sure they were ears and pressed to his head when irritated? Yes, ears for sure.

Thats one check-point on your list done, now to the harder part touching them.. and figuring out if he has a tail too before he kills you for touching the ears!

Retreating to your room for now, you get out a notebook and scribble down some ideas of plans on how to touch them, but none of them seem really clever, so your notebook is quickly thrown against the wall out of frustration. A knock echoed through your room shortly after. "I heard a thump and wanted to make sure you were okay, you seem stressed.." Charlie entered your room, as you just slumped back against your pillows. Explaining to her what was bothering you, how you confirmed your theory that Alastor indeed has ears, but that you're now lost at how to be able to touch them. "You could just ask him! I'm sure a quick touch won't bother him!" Charlie was right.. If you would only take a second to touch them, just to feel them, he would agree, right? Thanking Charlie, you quickly make your way to Alastor's radio tower, this time of day he was usually busy writing his script for the following broadcast.

"Enter my dear!" His voice invited you, as he lifted his head to look at you. "What gives me the pleasure of your visit darling?" Pen still in his hand, his attention now on you though. Walking over to him, you look down at him, an unusual sight thinking of how he was normally taller than everyone and towering over them - well only exception might be Angel. "May I touch your ears? Just a second! I'll be quick!" Unnoticeable Alastor's eye twitched slightly from irritation, this topic again, you were not going to let it go, were you? "My dearest, I think I already told you to leave it, beside I never confirmed nor denied if your suspicions were correct." Head leaning on his palm now, as he was watching you, it was clear that if you were going to press on even further, he would get mad, but you didn't care. "I figured thanks to some information from someone, it won't be long! Just a soft touch! Just a second!" Now his eye twitched visibly, his hand raised and with a snap of his fingers, you were outside the door again, as you heard a click of the door being locked. Guess this didn't work.. Next plan.

Apparently, it would be harder than you thought to touch his ears. The first plan failed miserably. Currently, you are enjoying some tea with Rosie, maybe she could help you. Rosie was an old friend of Alastor, they were indeed quite close so perhaps? "Oh my dear, I have to disappoint you, our good Alastor hates getting them touched, he never let anyone near them and if, they were not able to talk about it afterward." So Rosie could also not help you, your ears peeking up now though as Rosie let out a thinking hum. "Perhaps, you could try and bribe him.. He does favor this one place in our town, it's rather expensive but, I can give in a good word for you, I do want to know how he reacts to you, his little darling touching them." Finally, some progress, though you didn't dare ask more about how Rosie had called you > his little darling < that would be for another time.

So with Rosie's help, you get his favorite meal for a good price as you make your way back to the hotel and immediately to Alastor's room. After knocking, his voice invites you in, which you gladly accept. "Oh, my dear Alastor! I got you food from your favorite place~!" In an almost sing-song voice, you announce that you got a meal for him. Now you finally saw it for the first time clearly, his ears perking up before his head turns to you with excitement. "Oh my dearest, you didn't have to!" As he was reaching out, just like before with Niffty, you pulled it out of his reach. "It wasn't cheap so.. how about as a thank you, you let me touch your ears?" The object of your current obsession now turned back, a slight scowl on Alastor's face, while still wearing his usual smile, though it was rather tight. "If that was all you wanted dearest please enjoy the meal yourself, I do not want it for those conditions." Was he for real right now? One you wouldn't eat this because.. it was in no way your preference and second you were only asking for a small touch. Rubbing them once, then you would, probably, never ask him ever again. Rolling your eyes, you push the food into his hands, you know he hasn't eaten yet, he tends to forget. "Eat it but don't think I will give up!" Storming out of his room now, his ears going back to normal, would you be behind him right now and his coat off, you would definitely see his little tail swishing from side to side.

Another failed attempt, your head now lying on Angels lap, as you both were bored in the foyer of the hotel. How could it be that no plan works? Was he despised by the idea of people touching his ears? Or maybe it hurt him? But then he wouldn't have allowed Niffty so many times to put stuff on his head and near his ears, like little self-made crowns or even flowers.

"Still no luck sweets? Maybe you should drop it, whiskers by now also absolutely going crazy worried about what your next plan will be." Angel was patting your head softly, running his fingers through your hair, your legs dangling off the side of the couch. "I really want to touch them, he just won't let me.." A small pout on your lips now, brows arched together in irritation. Over the last few days, you were breaking your head over what you could try next, but nothing really came to your mind. "Say, Angel.. your fluff is also a zone from your spidery traits, right? Would you let someone touch it?" Looking up at Angel now, he raised his eyebrows because you knew a lot of people were touching his fluff, but he figured out what you meant. "I would, because it doesn't do anything to me really, it barely tickles when someone goes too deep into it." It tickles? That was interesting, maybe Alastor's ears were also ticklish and that's why he didn't want them touched. To your surprise Angel pulled your hand to and into his fluff now, you never touched it like this. It was so soft, you bet Angel would make an amazing cuddle buddy. "See? It does nothing, but I know some others like me or smiles, who feel more on their animal traits, take whiskers for example, he wanted to cut off my hands the moment I yanked his tail once when I was drunk." You never knew that, that happened, interesting, you would definitely ask for more details of this story another time. Thinking about it now Husk would also probably not let you touch his ears or tail.

What you didn't notice was a certain demon sneaking into the hotel, watching you touch Angels fluff with stern eyes.

"Dearest!" Alastor was calling from behind you, as you made your way out of your room. "What's the matter? Do you need anything?" Alastor didn't say anything, but simply opened your door again and pushed you inside of your room, closing the door behind him. "Let's make a deal, you have to do something and in return I let you touch them." Your eyes sparking up now.. He was coming to you with a deal for touching his ears? And it wasn't for your soul?! This was probably the best day ever! "Sure whatever you want! Tell me! Now!" Your excitement couldn't be contained anymore.

"You are allowed to touch them once, in return you will never ever touch any other ones animal trait again." Huh? Your eyes blinked a few times as your brain registers his words. He asked you to never touch other's traits again? Did he mean because of you touching Angels fluff the other day? Did he see that? And why did it matter to him? Your brain was trying to puzzle together right now what this meant. "Wait.. I'm allowed to touch them once? No no no.. I'm allowed to touch them whenever I want, in return I won't touch others traits ever again." Holding your hand out with a determined expression now, Alastor's eye twitched again, but he still ended up shaking your hand, green lighting up from your hands for a second, but disappearing again after a second.

"Now.." A smirk played on your lips, as you took slow steps over to the demon, who was watching you closely. He lowered his head slightly for you to reach his head. Hands stopping an inch before his ears, fingers twitching to finally feel his ears. And finally all your advances and failed plans paid off. His ears were soft, the hair.. fur? On them soft, probably softer than his hair. They were rather warm, slightly moving against your fingers. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss against them, a gasp echoing from the demon they belonged to. Who knew all you had to do for him to agree was to slightly rile him up with jealousy?

"O-Okay! Enough!" Pulling back now, he was looking down at you again now. And what a sight he was right now. A sight you had never seen before. His face was bright red, as his ears stood tall in alert now, eyes wide and mouth despite smiling slightly agape by shock, probably of how much he actually liked it. "The deal was I could touch them whenever I wanted!" Looking at him with the best pout you could muster up now. Eye squinting a slight bit at you, before he could react, you grabbed his coat by the front, pulling him to your bed. "I will enjoy this now for as long as I want, I waited weeks and after all these failed attempts!" Fingers back on his ears now, softly running them over the fur, a cateful tug on them had the radio demon himself gasping, before biting his lip while trying to retain his signature smile. Wondering just how far you could go with this, till he might even pass out.

After hours, you finally stopped down to softly patting his hair, running your fingers through his hair. Leaning against the headboard, Alastor rested his head on your shoulder, visibly tired from you toying with his ears, now enjoying the contrast of your soft pats on his head.

"Does it feel weird? Or hurt?" Looking down at him now, you didn't even think of asking if it hurt him. Chuckling at how you're worrying for him now after hours of playing and patting his ears. "Do not worry your pretty little head love, I was so opposed to it because it's quite the opposite. It feels good, too good even sometimes." That explains his reactions a lot, his breath was rather hard when you were playing with them, and his face was crimson red at some point. If someone barged in to see him like this, they would have probably been dead by now. "Makes sense so.. do you have a matching tail?" At that his body tenses up, oh how you loved teasing him. But before you could take a peak under his coat, he was up on his feet and out of the room. This would be a fun new mission.

Angel couldn't help but cackle at the way Alastor stormed through the foyer and out of the hotel, absolutely disheveled. Husker just let out a breath when you joined them at the bar, though it stocked again when you told them of your newest plan of the radio demon and his deer tail. The radio demon probably already dreading your attempts and how he knew, he would in the end enjoy this just as much as he enjoyed you patting his ears.

Both of them are so silly

Mike and FNAF into the pit Jeff are the same guy…

I LOVE THESE DUOS SM AAA

They all look so majestic

Vannys so simp (I love her)

FNAF Vanny and Amanda from DBD would get along..

Idk if it’s just me but this is how I see Yandere Mark with batsib.

Batsib who had a neglectful parent and needs to be obsessively loved

Mark Grayson who’s obsessively in love with them.

I also feel like batsib is also adopted but could be blood related to Damian. Oh I also feel like batsib and Mark were close friends before they started dating. I just like the premise of Mark and batsib being friends before dating because that’ll mean they batsib trusts him.

Also I feel like mark isn’t that bad of a boyfriend it’s just his obsessive tendencies and possessiveness. I feel like Mark would def take batsib out on dates and make sure there well taken care of. Idk I’m desperate

This is so late but I def agree. My last post was purely a joke post.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely am a fiend for evil boy Mark. Evil Mark has my heart idc idc idc.

Mark is such a good boy he loves every single girl he's been with so much. Like he's such a family boy. ;-; his mama raised him right. He love Batsis more than anything and would do whatever makes her happy.

I think Mark would love being able to be an obsessive partner with batsis. Like you said it wouldn't even be in a bad way, he gets to be extremely over protective and keep you safe without ever worrying about being too much. If he ever did push a boundary he is so apologetic, he's so cuteee.

Even when he has to be away for a while doing hero stuff, he comes back and is treating you like you're the only girl in the world. How nice it'd be when he takes you on late night flights to where you wanna go. All the kisses and attention. He's great on sending you updates, you literally are all that matters.

Dates are great. Perfect teenage/young adults dream. You're always going on adventures together. I think his mom would love you and wouldn't care if you was constantly over. Like you can have that spare room.

There's tons of lazy days where Mark is holding you in his bed for hours while you guys eat junk and be bliss. He just never wants to be away from you.

Even when his dad is talking nonsense, he could never in a million years think about killing you. He doesn't care if he'll outlive you and still be young when you're old. To him, you're the only one that could ever fill that void within him. It's not years wasted to him, if it's spent with you. He'd love you as much as you need for the rest of your life..

but ughhh after Norman started being weird, can you just imagine how protective Mark would get. He's never leaving your side. He doesn't trust anyone or thing. You're his baby, he's willing to take any beating from his dad if that means you will be safe. He'll bounce back but you are so fragile...he cannot risk it. He's never abandoning you, not after you parents.

it would be funny though for him to have beef with some of the batsiblings tho, even if it's friendly. I think it'd just make sense, especially if the batsis are yanderes with too. Like come on Bruce would at least def hate him and Norman. Mark didn't even do anything wrong but he's still a threat.