Zodiacgoneinsane

Marvel/DC crossover. Don't like, don't read. a/n: a story in which the daughter of Tony Stark and her best friend, Shuri, plot the greatest scheme in the history of secret identities. Part one of ??? Note: if you think of a good title for this, I'm open for suggestions. ~ "Two nights ago, an attempted drug trade took place at the Gotham Harbor in an abandoned warehouse. Fortunately, the scheme was stopped by Robin and the vigilante known as the Red Hood. No civilians were kidnapped or injured at the scene, but the gang leader was left in serious critical condition: A dislocated shoulder, broken wrist, busted kneecap, and several minor inj

(Y/N) took a deep breath. "It's... here." She mumbled to herself, raising her hand upwards into the air to get a better look at it. Perhaps to anyone passing by, it would look like a perfectly normal hand, but what they didn't know was that it had a little attachment they couldn't see. Looking at the pair of scissors on the side-table next to her bed, (Y/N) reached out to grab them, and steadied them to cut the thin pink thread tied to her pinkie and running through her window and somewhere beyond. One snip. Two snips. Four snips. Ten snips. Twelve snips and it wouldn't come off! (Y/N), in a fit of frustration, threw the scissors on the

"I had it handled." Damian clicks his tongue against his teeth in distaste. He was in the process of disarming a man before slamming him to the ground and handcuffing him. (Y/N) had come to Damian's aid two minutes before, having drop kicked a man in the head from the top of a warehouse near the docks. The man had been aiming his gun at Damian and Damian seemed to be occupied. Seemed. Damian still insisted he needed no help. "Friends help friends, don't they?" (Y/N) smirked, smashing a guy's head in with her fist. Sometimes crooks just made it too easy. Way too easy. Maybe it was just the experience or the natural talent for fighting she con

You lived in Thymescaria for your entire life. Born and raised on the island, you knew no other home. You trained in combat, took your place as the Princess of Thymiscara (right under your mother), did what was expected of you. For years, you begged your mother to let you live with her in the human world. Away from the Gods. The older you got, the less you asked until you just didn't ask. And now you're here. You can see your mom and her two closest allies from where you sit. They're talking in hush tones and the way they stood made it too difficult for you to read their lips. You are awestruck. Standing just across the room are two people

He never really cared for romance; you knew that well going into the relationship. You didn't mind that much, your closer friends were helpful and so was an occasional Alfred hug accompanied by some homemade cookies, but some days you just really needed someone to talk to that you can tell the whole truth to. It wasn't that he was heartless and didn't care for you, no, it wasn't anything like that. He just didn't really think you needed it. You never asked, because he thought you would if you did. He thought you were comfortable enough to say so. ___________ It was one day you were staring out the window, watching the wind blow the curtain

“Are you sure about this Damian?” You asked nervously. “Quite.” Came his voice from the other side of the door. “This is not what I’m used to wearing at all” You said, opening the door and stepping out carefully. “Surely this is a nice change from a mask and a cape?” He hadn’t turned around yet, but from what you could see he looked really handsome in his suit. “Or the school uniform?” “Maybe…” You shifted uncomfortably in the dress he’d asked you to wear. “I still think you should have let me pick my own dress for this thing.” “I

(A/N) Just a little Damian Wayne blurb that I had in mind. It's not heavily edited, and the plot isn't really consistent... But enjoy. The night was unnaturally silent as you trudged down the dark streets of Gotham. No police sirens, no gunshots, no fearful screams, not even rambunctious drunks stumbling about. Save for the soft downpour of rain, it was utterly silent. Not even a stray mutts bark could be heard in the distance. 'Someone must be doing their job right.' You thought, pulling your jacket tighter around your frame as you moved under the light posts on the street. 'It's a good thing, too. I hate the night shift at the kennel.' No

Soulmate AU where you can't lie to your soulmate Peter Parker x Reader "Knock knock! Aunt May, is Peter home?" You called as you opened the door to your best friends aunts apartment. She had given you a spare key, 'For emergencies' she  had said when you asked. You were there to study for an upcoming test that made up half your grade. As much as you hated school, and this specific subject, you hated bad grades more. Peter had promised to help you study today, and he wasn't one to break promises. Especially with you. Anyway, you waltzed into the small and slightly cluttered living room, notebook in one hand and your purse across your body. Y