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Where the Birds Used to Sing by That_One_Computer_Geek (T1CG)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Nightwing (Comics), Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice 1998 (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
23 Jun 2025
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“You’re the Batman,” Clark said, trying to keep his voice warm, even. “I’ve heard about you.”
Still no response. The wings shifted slightly, the sound low and dry, like wind moving through bone.
Even folded, they loomed. Easily twelve, maybe fourteen feet in total wingspan. The joints flexed with subtle micromovements, like the Bat was resisting the urge to spring forward or flee. And the texture… rough, almost scaly, with no sign of feathers. All tendon and membrane. Like something prehistoric.
Clark felt a shiver crawl down his spine.
It wasn’t fear. Not exactly.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said, taking a cautious step forward, hands open at his sides. “Not you you, I mean. Others like me. Metas. People doing the right thing on their own terms.”
No answer.
“I thought you’d be taller,” he added, offering a small grin.
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
“Or… less grim.”
Or, Bruce's time over the years, gaining children, loosing them, joining the JL, all while the JL is under the impression that the man in the batsuit is some sort of cryptid.
Series
- Part 1 of With Wings Like These
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08 May 2025
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“I am black snow,” she’d remind him over watermelon lemonade and the drone of cicadas. “Nowosław, he was our hope for this new place; our new glory.”
She would pat his cheek, her brows pulled down over amber eyes that looked so much like his own. “But you, little Mieczysław, you were your parent’s desire to cut away the evil in this world; their holy sword. I would have named you better – Moroz after my father, and the first frost.”
“Remember, little frostbite, the land responds to us. It is our job to protect it and the animals and plants that live on it. Never show what you are. What we can be. Here, they do not know Almas. They would not understand our role.” She slid a withered hand over his shorn hair, a necessity as puberty made the Almas in him come to the forefront. “We are the last children of the Black God…the wild ones, and the forests and mountains, they belong to us.”
Bookmarked by mhmouse
02 May 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
Beautiful crack and angst. Stiles the abdominal snowman. 🤣
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The Favorite Son by windreaper
Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan
11 Apr 2025
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Danny's seen a lot in his short life, mostly after he died but that's besides the point. He has learned to expect the unexpected and to roll with it when he can and break things when he can't.
He really wants to know why the goat man wants him to go to a camp and why he thinks one of his parents are gods.
He's not trying to kill Danny though so this seems like a roll with it kind of chaos.
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- Part 1 of The DemiGhost Chronicles
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The newest hire at Wayne Enterprises was one rather eccentric engineer by the name of Jack Nightingale. Not that Damian was interested, new hires happened often. But then he met the mans' son, well, met might be a stretch considering he didn't actually see the other teen, just talked to him through a closed door. What secrets were the Nightingale's hiding?