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YALL LOOK WHAT I MADE. I RECREATED THE MEME AND I CANT STOP LAUGHING đđ
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Did I wake up early enough to do productive adult stuff? yes! Did I read gelphie fic instead? Also yes!
Batman / Spider-Man by Dan Mora
hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this monthâs funds drive to charity
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âJason Todd and Bruce Wayne are destined to meet in every universe, doomed or not," I say into the mic. The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame.
"No, she is right," I hear a voice say in the back.
The lights come on. It is Bruce Wayne himself.
They gave me the "virgin" achievement and I'm using it.
sounds like a dream...
I started writing a fanfic on ao3 titled NightSpider it is a crossover fanfic between Peter Parker and Dick grayson it has against in it smut fluff and more it is mostly based off of comics for both characters the character donât always act super in character there are two chapters out now basically In the story Dick Grayson gets sent to Queens NYC he meets Spider-man they become friends and the Boyfriends. I plan to have more characters come in later on.
Could we have a peek of what went through Dick's mind at the Zoo when he heard Peter's plans for World Domination with Dog or the research proposal for Ivy? Or heck, any of the bat family just randomly catching the strange plans he says out loud?
I was going to write something short for this, and then these 1500 words came out! (oâ˛ââ˝âď˝o) Enjoy the above scene from Chapter 14 Dick's POV! It was an interesting perspective to write from as it's been many years since I've read any Nightwing comics! It's also not a play-by-play because I can't abide writing like that đ
Peter Parker was a strange creature and not remotely close to the kind of person Dick would ever think to see Jason settle down with.
Then again, Dick had never really thought Jason capable of settling down. Though it filled him with guilt to even think it (especially when Dick knew that Jason wasnât without his share of romantic entanglements), heâd always thought of his little brother as someone who sailed alone. Perhaps it was the death, or just something about the fleeting nature of Jasonâs relationships, but Dick always got the impression that Jason wasnât even interested in sex or romance. That was certainly what heâd heard from Rose.
And then along came Peter, and Dick was forced to reevaluate his assessment of his brother. Not only was he a man â when all Jasonâs relationships, as much as Dick was aware, had been with women â but Jason was invested in him.
Like, actively invested in Peter. Forcing himself to spend time with the family for Peterâs benefit, even though Dick knew Jason would rather extract his own teeth. Defending Peter when their siblings toed the lines of appropriate behaviour. Worried over how he was meant to reach out to a man who apparently held himself in the harrowing space between an unspecified traumatic past and the present.
In a line-up of Jasonâs relationships, Peter certainly stuck out like a sore thumb. Granted, Dick was well aware that he was âpainfully heteroâ (Stephâs words), but by all accounts, there was nothing particularly special about Peter â besides his undefined meta abilities. He wasnât a statuesque goddess like Artemis, nor did he have an air of feral danger like Rose. He wasnât even close to the refined â but toothless â beauty of that air hostess Dick was ashamed to say he didnât know the name of. Sure, Peter had a nice enough jawline, Dick supposed, but otherwise, he broke the mold when it came to the romantic interests of Jason Todd.
There was something⌠vulnerable to Peter Parker. A fragility to his expressions that gave the impression he was permanently on the precipice of shattering. It was a far cry from any of Jasonâs past attachments.
But perhaps that was what made it work. The Jason Dick knew â before Joker got to him â on occasion would slip into a caregiver role, especially when out as Robin. In a way, Peter was the logical conclusion to that tendency. Peter was clearly in need of people on his side, and Jason oh so clearly wanted to be someone who was needed.
It was clear even now, as Peter clung absently to Jasonâs arm, taking in the zoo with bright and clever eyes, and Jason held their umbrella aloft between them. Dick doubted Peter was even aware that Jason was making sure he was the one to enjoy the umbrellaâs coverage, which despite itâs impressive breadth, still wasnât comprehensive enough to shield two grown men from the rain. Water dripped steadily onto Jasonâs shoulder, the waterproofed leather sending the droplets cascading in pearly beads down his sleeve.
Dick wondered if Jason was even aware of what he was doing.
Of course, in other ways, Peter fit right into that line-up. He was clever, for one. Exactly how clever, Dick was hesitant to say, but Peter was observant. It didnât take long for him to notice there was something up with the zoo.
âIs it just me, or are these exhibits like, weirdly well-made?â Peter said. He and Jason were pressed so close together, their coats would have made a peeling noise if they were pulled apart. It was adorable. âPretty sure those treesââ Peter pointed at the gibbons enclosure, âshould not be as happy as they are in a place like Gotham. Theyâre tropical.â
The moment Jason mentioned Poison Ivy, Peterâs thoughts took an analytical turn. He studied the rainforest like it was a scientific mystery he couldnât wait to solve. Dick was familiar with that look: he saw it all too often on Titans and members of the Justice League.
It must have been a terribly cruel thing for Peter to experience, to have been ripped out his home in New York and school. Dick knew Steph joked that Peterâs family got sucked into a cult, but Dick suspected it wasnât far from the truth. Whoever it was that turned Peterâs parents against him, to the point that Peter had to run away⌠well, Dick definitely should have pushed a bit harder to know what Jason did to them.
Should have. Hadnât.
⌠Wasnât going to.
âThatâs⌠a bad idea.â
Dick decided it was time to insert himself into the conversation. He sidled closer to the two lovebirds and nearly laughed when all he got for his troubles was a pointed look from Peter and Jason â a mutual âwhat do you think youâre doing?â â before they were drawn back to each other. Yeah⌠Peter might not be the kind of person Dick thought Jason would gravitate towards, but when they were together they made sense.
Even the way they flirted, quips bouncing between each other in rapid fire, made the two of them seem like a perfect match. Jasonâs sly grin made Dickâs chest ache to see.
âI just think sheâd be a fascinating person to talk to!â
âYeaaah. Not sure if Ivyâd agree with you there.â
âPoison Ivy?â Dick had to fight hard not to laugh. As much as he would have enjoyed stirring the pot, he doubted Jason would be very forgiving if Dick suggested Ivy would be happy talking to some random guy. âSheâs⌠not particularly friendly. To men in particular.â
Peterâs face fell. God, Dick felt a bit like heâd kicked a puppy. âOh⌠What if I approached her with a research proposal?â
âDo you have one?â asked Jason, mouth curled into an indulgent smile.
âNo,â Peter scoffed. âBut I could make one.â
âYou trying to dip your toes in a little villainy, Pete?â Dick couldnât help but laugh. Nevermind his earlier thoughts about Peter: if he was already thinking of ways to ingratiate himself to Ivy for the sake of science, perhaps he wasnât that far from the pattern of terrifyingly competent women from Jasonâs romantic history.
Jason, unseen by Peter, returned Dickâs knowing look with a vicious glare. Dick chose to retreat a little and watch them slip back into their seamless flirting.
Was Jason even aware of how he smiled when he spoke with Peter? Softly fond, eyes crinkling in a way Dick hadnât seen from him sinceâŚ. Before. That was his brother. Little Jay. Happy Jay. Cheeky, wry Jay. The Jay that had been stolen from Dick and Bruce.
And there he was, resurfacing for this â this outsider. Some guy whoâd popped up out nowhere, bursting into their lives without warning.
Why Peter?
Why werenât they enough?
You know why.
Irrationally, Dick suddenly seethed with jealous hate for Peter. He could tell from the easy air between them that the camaraderie between Jason and Peter wasnât performative. This Jason was the Jason Peter got to see every day. A Jason with an even keel, never looking like he was a few bad waves away from capsizing. Dick loved Jason even as he was now; he was proud of how far theyâd both come since Jasonâs first, brutal return to the city. But that didnât mean he didnât miss Jay. Jay, whoâd been stolen from Dick far too young, before Dick could even really get his feet under himself and step up to the big brother mantle.
It was a petty and cruel emotion. Dick forced it away as soon as it bubbled forth, but he didnât think he managed to school his face to completely hide it from his brother. After Peter had been dragged off by Damian in the reptile house, Jason sidled up to him.
âSpit it out then,â he said, and for fuckâs sake, he was already on the defensive, shoulders squared up like he was bracing for a blow.
This was the Jason that Dick usually met, while Peter got friendly, happy âJaceâ.
Dick was so fucking tired of the antagonism. So he forced on a benign smile and clapped Jason on the shoulder.
âI was just thinking you two are a good fit. Let me know when you go looking for a ring.â
Jason choked on nothing but air. Laughing to himself, Dick strolled sedately in the direction Damian had dragged Peter and Duke in, though they were long gone by now. Comforted by his little brotherâs mortification, the unfair resentment towards Peter was a little easier to push aside.
Bruce, inevitably, would be concerned, but Dick was hit by a wave of aching optimism.
Maybe Peter was the person all of them needed. It certainly seemed he was the person Jason needed. And though Dick could hardly say he knew Peter, he hoped , at the least, that Peter was someone generous enough to share his Jason with the rest of them.
Dick thought heâd be happy with a compromise like that.
Itâs been, what, two-or-three years since Iâve drawn them????
I honestly have no clue but I missed them so much!! It seems like 2024 and 2025 are the year of revisiting old fixations!
Peter has fangs, venom, a couple extra sets of eyes that can be hidden behind his bangs as long as they're closed, spinnerets, etc, but can still mostly pass as a human.
He falls into the DC universe and is almost immediately caught by Bad Guys(TM). They know about his powers and go through the process of preparing him to be sold to the highest bidder. The Bats catch wind of the auction and for whatever reason have to pretend to be buyers instead of taking down the operation.
Peter ends up getting bought by the Bats (mostly cuz he was the most dangerous meta on auction and couldn't let him get bought by one of the super villains in attendance) and does not get the memo that he's no longer in danger and has been saved. Well, they did attempt to tell him, but he didn't really believe them.
They set him up in one of their safe houses while they try to take down the trafficking organization.
It ends up being a big enough thing that they need to bring more people in to take the whole organization down.
Peter isn't forgotten while they're dealing with the traffickers, and he's very leery of their presence whenever they show up. He's tried attacking them a handful of times and the ensuing fight never ends in his favor. Slowly, he realizes that they aren't pulling some sort of long con and starts believing that maybe he's safe.
The Bats are slowly growing more and more fond of him as he opens up to them. By the time they've taken down the trafficking ring, he's basically part of the family.
it's been nice to draw him again
Oh, you mutt....*sighs longingly*
It happened knightly.
Say what you will about the rise and fall of Young Justice but they really did pop off with their iteration of Batman.
They did right by my man Bruce Wayneâhe was seriously not to be fucked with.
Like, the third season really did me in. This bitch had plans with plans, was willing to absolutely verbally annihilate the League at the drop of a hat, and pretty much told everyone to kiss his ass while he fucked off to save the world with nothing but his team of former protĂŠgĂŠs and his own goddamn brain power.
And you know what? It. Fucking. Worked. (Basically.)
Because heâs Batman.
He was brilliant to watch in the first seasonâhe was an excellent mentor, a total badass in the field, and he was a good father figure to Robin. (He was actually surprisingly gentle with him, like he wanted to guide Robin instead of boss him around, which I really appreciated).
Such a king. Rest in peace Young Justice Batman.
nothing that a haircut and a wardrobe update and a detox and a sex change and a fake ID and getting medicated and selling all my stuff and faking my death and moving country can't fix
My new stylus is here (RIP the old one)... time to sketch and adapt!
Just an edit I made not very good will probably make a better version
okay so I've seen plenty posts about Spiderman meeting the Batfam but I am severely lacking in Spiderman meeting the rest of the DC JL content Like Seriously
Imagine him meeting Superman and talking about the responsebility one has to take on with powers such as theirs Sure they differ in a lot of ways but in the end they are still not entirely human (anymore) and have to live with that Their powers are a gift and a burden all the same
Or Spiderman and Flash Two likeable, quippy superheros who do their absolutel darndest to make the world a better place both their costumes are red and they are both pretty damn fast (of course Flash is faster but I would wager to bet that upon meeting for the first time Flash did try to blitz Peter and Peter was able to dodge because Flash didn't take him serious enough and went relatively slow) They would crimefight while putting on a comedy show and in the end they'd still show compassion to their enemies
All I'm saying is Give me some more nuance with these posts please yes the thought of Peter gaining yet another super rich father figure and some quasi siblings is sweet but there is more to all this
(this goes for other character crossovers too btw Spiderman was just the first that popped into my head)
A blacksmithâs affection.
to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be
the trend of shrinking hans capon into a submissive, feminized âtwinkâ is so regressive and creatively lazy.Â
the idea that hansâ theatrics or needing rescue in-game automatically code him as a âbottomâ is a stereotype literally rooted in misogyny. since when do drama, sass, or vulnerabilityâtraits routinely gendered as âfeminineââequate to sexual submission?Â
this is a really reductive take. it weaponizes patriarchal baggage to pigeonhole queer dynamics: softness = weakness, flair = passivity. itâs the same toxic logic that paints flamboyant men as punchlines or prey in mainstream media.Â
caponâs theatrics arenât a surrender of power. theyâre tools of a cunning nobleman. queer history shows us that femmes and flamboyant individuals have always been leaders, provocateurs, and survivorsânot passive accessories. reducing capon to a âbottomâ because heâs extra not only severely misreads his character, but regurgitates the old and tired lens that equates femininity with inferiority.Â
fans can argue itâs âfictionâ and âpreferenceâ and âharmless funâ, but when these stereotypes dominate, they reduce gay men to hollow fantasies for straight and heteronormative audiences instead of fully realized people. personal preferences in fiction arenât inherently harmful, but when entire communities default to flattening queer characters into hetero-adjacent roles⌠it reinforces the idea that same-sex relationships must mimic heteronormativity to be legible.
let characters be messy, loud, and authoritative without straitjacketing them into roles that confuse personality with sexual position.
well,
that's the main thing đââď¸đĽ°
Today in the shower I was thinking about how absolutely insane soap would be in a sleeping beauty scenario
Meeting you at the celebration of your birth, when heâs just a little boy himself. Markedly unimpressed. And yet, when youâre spirited away to live with your fairiesâ he feels strangely robbed.
He chases a fulfillment that cannot come to pass. A soldier in many battles, many quests under his belt, all in pursuit of purpose. A stray arrow tucks itself into his skull, and the emptiness grows more cavernous and hungry.
Then, to see a gorgeous thing like you dancing with his cloak, reflected crisp and clear in the pond water of the glen⌠heâs just a man. Maybe something less, actually. But even if he is a beast, doesnât he deserve to live?
He delights in how you nearly scream when he pulls you against him.
âAhâm no stranger, bonnie. Ye said yerself, nae? We met beforeâ jusâ in yer dreams, hen.â
He has half a mind (in more ways than one) to pin you to the forest floor against your precious wildflowers and ravage you senseless, but heâs able to restrain himself when you say you want to see him again. Tomorrow, in the same place. He likes this little game of courtingâ the wait is bitter, but the fruit is sweet, isnât it?
And he felt it, when he was with you. The pinpricks of a doll makerâs needle gliding between his ribs. Suturing the tear left in his chest. Heâs done being rearranged inside. Heâs ready to be put back together.
Thus, the lengths to which he goes to find you. The thorns that bruise and tear, the dracofire scorching his shield.
Heâs going to kiss the sleeping princess if itâs the last thing he does.
I imagined Graves as Gaston and thought, "Damn, that means Graves and Ghost are enemies and the former is trying to kill love second, that can't be," and then I remembered the plot of the game.
Today in the shower I was thinking about how absolutely insane soap would be in a sleeping beauty scenario
Meeting you at the celebration of your birth, when heâs just a little boy himself. Markedly unimpressed. And yet, when youâre spirited away to live with your fairiesâ he feels strangely robbed.
He chases a fulfillment that cannot come to pass. A soldier in many battles, many quests under his belt, all in pursuit of purpose. A stray arrow tucks itself into his skull, and the emptiness grows more cavernous and hungry.
Then, to see a gorgeous thing like you dancing with his cloak, reflected crisp and clear in the pond water of the glen⌠heâs just a man. Maybe something less, actually. But even if he is a beast, doesnât he deserve to live?
He delights in how you nearly scream when he pulls you against him.
âAhâm no stranger, bonnie. Ye said yerself, nae? We met beforeâ jusâ in yer dreams, hen.â
He has half a mind (in more ways than one) to pin you to the forest floor against your precious wildflowers and ravage you senseless, but heâs able to restrain himself when you say you want to see him again. Tomorrow, in the same place. He likes this little game of courtingâ the wait is bitter, but the fruit is sweet, isnât it?
And he felt it, when he was with you. The pinpricks of a doll makerâs needle gliding between his ribs. Suturing the tear left in his chest. Heâs done being rearranged inside. Heâs ready to be put back together.
Thus, the lengths to which he goes to find you. The thorns that bruise and tear, the dracofire scorching his shield.
Heâs going to kiss the sleeping princess if itâs the last thing he does.
If I were a security guard for a person whoâs being targeted by assassins I simply wouldnât devote my entire attention span to every single noise I hear.