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A really long AU fic where Xavier didn’t abandon his son to be experimented on by mad scientists and spend his life strapped to a lab bench in a chemically induced coma. I need an AU were David went to school, and was embarrassed by his dad, and had friends, and went to prom, and stressed over exams, and ate too much candy, and sassed his professors, and irritated the hell out of everyone by beating every danger room exam without trying. I just need an AU where David actually had a decent childhood, okay?
MOVIE ABOUT A PERSON WHO FALLS IN LOVE WITH DEATH AND CONTINUOUSLY COMMITS MURDER IN ORDER TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH THEM UNTIL DEATH IS FINALLY LIKE “YOU ARE MAKING MY JOB SO MUCH MORE DIFFICULT THAN IT NEEDS TO BE LETS JUST GO OUT FOR A COFFEE OR SOMETHING JESUS FUCK”
Is there an acceptable formal gender neutral alternative to ‘Dear Sir/Madam’?
I took my partner down to subspace for the first time tonight and all I can think now is ‘now I get what all the fanfic was about!’
Look at you, not specifying a feeling. I could have gotten all Lord of the Rings on you, but I didn’t okay, this is why you send in a feeling. Look at me coming in at a grand total of 514 words.
My ask is empty, so people, give me prompts, yo.
- - - - - - TITLE: Best Be Careful, Little Bat
It’s six months into this thing and the Joker’s got too much bark and too much bite. They’ve known each other for years (but nobody’s counting) and fought for just as long (because it was really the only way they knew how to know at all), but when it comes to this, it’s all new and strange and when is too much too much?
Joker snaps his teeth - too close and give or take half an hour and it’d have connected with skin - and he barely misses his bat’s nose. There’s a hiss - probably Bruce - and they reshuffle again, trying to figure out how to hold the other without layering it with too much power. There’s someone pressed against the wall - defiantly Joker - and someone else - alright, the bat - mouthing along his throat.
They push, shove, hear the weak walls groan at the weight of two full grown men moving where they shouldn’t. There’s a “hold still" and it’s twittering response "as if" and this time, something shifts, to their right.
"Seriously." Hisses the bat, and pushes too hard because he does that.
"Nu-uh." Comes the response, and greasepaint stained fingers wiggle into the spaces between the armour plates, pressing nails and claws into fresh bruises.
This time, there’s a crack, but neither of them hear it, because there’s a shove from the bat, pressing cold cowl too hard against dyed curls, nose too close to his eye, and a deep rumble that’s half pleasure, half just pissed, and the clown giggles, pulls at fabric and cloak.
There was probably about ten minutes of clear signs before the condemned wall gives out, but there’s still grunts of surprise as it collapses underneath them, sending the jester and his knight crashing down into a heap of dusty cloth and splintered wood.
The Joker eyes the bat sprawled over most of him, giving him a single raised eyebrow and a tilt of his head. “Seriously?” He chirps, in a voice that’s probably suppose to be a far more nasally imitation of Bruce.
"Don’t give me that look." The bat scowls, gets up and eyes the clown with a debating look, trying to decide if helping him up is one of those things in their relationship. “Don’t grope me in the middle of a fight if you don’t want to end up on the floor.”
"I fail to see how any of that is a bad thing." The clown waves a hand. "Live and let… L-word, I forget."
"Live. It’s live. Twice."
"You know, you are absolutely precious sometimes, with that little scowl. Makes me want to take pictures and show people on the subway like all those weird mothers with twelve kids do.”
There’s a long pause, as the bat processes this. It’s the long pause dedicated to finally giving up on fighting, for that hour, in that instant. “Shut up.” He mutters, in the end, with little power behind.
"Why don’t you come down here and make me, precious." Comes the purr. And the wicked look in the clown’s eyes says all the rest.
This is cute!