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DC Characters Ask Reddit

Summary:

A series of reddit posts written by characters in the DC universe.

Please give advice to them.

Notes:

I have been doing a deep dive into reddit since COVID-19 has left me with nothing better to do and so many people have unbelievable family drama. Still, lots of clever reddit users give really good advice and I was wondering what they would have to say about the drama of the DC universe characters.

Any comments please reply as if you were answering a real reddit post.

I would love more contributors to this project. If you want to write a post please get in touch and I'll add you as a co-creator.

Canon, AU and fan fic inspired posts are welcome. Just write a note detailing when and where your post takes place and any necessary information and context that doesn't fit in your post.

 

Chapter 1: Inspired by Embleer_Frith0323's Un Nombre Desconocido (please read first). Jason finds out Dick had a kid and Bruce knew and kept it from him.

Chapter 1: My dad hid my brother's child from him for 15 years (Batfam)

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Okay first of all I should probably say that my family has a pretty unconventional structure (we're also pretty fucked up). So I should probably introduce you to us all.

B- Father (Asshole)
D-Oldest brother (Golden Boy)
C-Sister (Badass)
J-Third oldest (Me/fuck-up)
T-Fourth oldest (Smarty pants but pretty cool)
Little D-youngest (Demon)

Also BG (D's wife and also close family friend since we were kids)

All of us other than Little D are adopted and no there is no mom. Little D has a mom but that's complicated and not part of this story. To be honest only D and B are a part of this story but I kind of need to give you some background on our family.

D is B's favorite and is probably closest to him out of all of us (that is not a good thing but I'll come back to that). Me and B had a pretty strained relationship. We are okay now but to be honest I don't think B should have had any kids. He tried his best, I understand that now but he had some trauma in his childhood that to this day he has never really gotten over and it affected us all growing up. D got the worst of it. Not only because he was the eldest and B's first kid but because he was the only one that could manage B's moods other than our Butler/grandfather (don't ask). B leaned on D a lot and they had lots of fights especially after D became a teenager, went of to find his independence and came back to find me in the picture. Still, they always end up forgiving each other even if no wrong was admitted on either side (especially B's). D loves B to the sun and back because he took him in at the worst point in his life and made him the person he is today. He will always forgive him no matter what he does. I only tell you this because I am concerned that this is gong to happen again. Our family sweeps so much under the rug you can see the lumps.

Anyway onto the latest fucked-up fiasco.

D brought some random 15 year old girl to my house and asked me to look after her for a few hours. I bitched a little but he promised to pay me and I was like, 'fine, sure, whatever.' He brings her over and says he needs to leave her here while he talks to BG. Nice kid. I figure I should feed her. So I make grilled cheese and we start talking. D's a cop so I figured she must be a runaway or something. Turns out she's my goddamned niece. WTF!

I'll spare you the details of my reaction and skip forward. D went to talk to B after BG because this had his giant fingerprints all over it (how he knew that would take another post to explain). Suffice to say it did not go well. The Kiddo is going home with D. I want to punch B right in his controlling, self-righteous teeth. What the fuck should I do?

 

EDIT: I realised that there is a lot of context surrounding WHY B hid this that I am missing out. So here it is. Years ago D was dating a woman who really fucked him up in a lot of ways. It was a straight-up abusive relationship. She gaslit him, stalked him, pulled him away from his friends and family and even faked a pregnancy to get him to stay. But the worst part of it is, she raped him (anyone who thinks men can't be raped by women get your asses out of this post right now). I'm not going into details about the rape because they don't matter, so don't ask.

He broke up with her but did press charges. She started stalking him again and even reported him for abuse. He was an absolute wreck. There was another confrontation and she shot him. We all thought she committed suicide by cop.

Turns out no, she was alive this whole time and B used is money and influence to make sure that she got locked up in a prison on the other side of the country. He knew about the baby and no doubt thinking as long as she had a home, a guardian and enough money she would be fine. Part of me feels sympathy for B. He sat at D's bedside while he was recovering from that gun shot wound. And D has always been his support. D is just such a happy person. So friendly, so tactile is drives me crazy sometimes but I've learned to love it. While he was with this woman he started to lose all those qualities and didn't get them back for a very long time. I know it still affects him to this day. I think if I knew about the kid, there would have been a teeny tiny part of me that would want to make sure D had nothing tying him to that abusive bitch.

But being a kid of the system myself I am downright furious at him for doing it. Plus, I know D. It would have been hard for him to begin with but that little girl could have (not made it worth it but) given him something back for everything that was taken. I know he would have loved being her dad. B had no right to make that decision for him.

But that is what he does. He always thinks his way is the only way.

WTF do I do now.

Chapter 2: AITA for hating my little brother and being jealous my older brother spends more time with him (Tim Drake)

Notes:

This is set after Bruce dies, Dick decides to become Batman and takes Damian on as Robin. As we all know Tim was very hurt by this and starts pulling away from everyone.

Please comment in the form of Reddit style advice and I will answer as Tim. xx

Tim doesn't mention that he doesn't believe Bruce is dead because he knows that will lead to advice he doesn't want.

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Our family has pretty much shattered after the death of our father (B).

Me (17) and my older brother (D 24) have always been very close. We are both adopted but he was calling me his little brother long before that. We didn't grow up in the same house as he is significantly older than me but he made a point of being around, hanging out with me, teaching me cool things and just generally being a great big brother. That might have something to do with the fact that another brother of ours who was adopted died (I didn't meet him before he died) and D feels guilt over having not been there enough (mostly because he was having a raging fight with B at the time).

I'm not going to get into what our family does but I will say that it takes a lot of training, studying and practice. D use to do all those things with me.

Fast forward a few years. I am fully living and working with B when we find out that he has a biological son. The kid was 10 years old when I first met him, less than a year ago. I don't even think of him as my little brother but technically that's what he is. I know many people will think I am heartless but please understand, the first time we met he tried to kill me.

Anyone who thinks that is an exaggeration, he literally grabbed a sword (which he has been trained to use) and tried to kill me. I was severely injured and ever since then he has made it his mission to make my life a living hell. When I asked him what his problem was he said that it wasn't fair that I was there working with our father. I was adopted and therefore I was stealing his birthright.

Note: The other side of his family are really into blood and birthright so this isn't just a child's jealousy we're talking about here.

Then our father died. The kid was almost eleven when it happened. D took over the side of the family business that we all actually care about and I dealt with the other side. In my eyes D was a perfect choice for this and I stupidly thought that my place would be at his side as I had been at our father's. But no, he chose the kid.

Note: Any advice would be appreciated but please don't ask about my family's business. I really can't talk about it.

I was really hurt by this and told D as much. That kid had tried to kill me and treated me like shit from the moment he stepped into the house and now he was replacing me as not only the partner but the little brother as well. he was so goddamned smug about it too.

D said that I had outgrown my position. He thought of me as his equal and couldn't have me beside him in the capacity both he and I had been beside B at one point. The kid on the other hand needed this a lot more than I did.

Well guess what D, I needed it too.

I know how I sound right now but D was my older brother first and this is a time when I really needed him and he chose the kid who tried to kill me.

I haven't talked to D in months. I feel so hurt right now. I don't even know what I want. What do I do?

Edit: (One commenter ask some questions which made me realise if I didn't qualify I few things it would freak some of you out. So Here's the clairfication) I should have included this in my original post. I'm sorry I know the whole training, fighting and partnership thing probably freaked you out. But let me explain. We are all in some way or another child prodigies. D was an athletic prodigy practically before he could walk, no-one had instincts like J or was able to think like him. B nurtured both of them and gave them a tough but beneficial education. I am more along the lines of what a layman would recognise as a child prodigy. My mind is always working, I am a whiz with computers, things just fit into place for me in a way they don't for others.

Intellect and athleticism are both really important to our family. B built up my athletic ability in the same way he built up the minds of my brothers. I know it may seem brutal to anyone else but trust me, with the kinds of minds, bodies and instincts we have, it is was exactly what we needed. So working with B at such a young age was not an unreasonable thing for us to do and he never pushed us, in fact he often had to pull us back.

As for the kid, let's just say he comes from a different culture. His family nurtured his gifts too but in a much less restrained way than B did for us. I suspect that it was basically, succeed because there is no other choice.

Chapter 3: Should I Take My Daughter To Visit Her Mother In Prison? (Roy Harper)

Notes:

This takes place Pre New 52 (Because single father Roy is is soooo cute). Roy is a character that is incredibly flawed and makes so many mistakes but is always trying to be better. I see his relationship with Jade as a kind of addiction he needs to beat.

I'm not sure how old Lian should be here so she's 6.

Please give this poor boy some advice.

P.S. This is NOT YJ continuity.

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I'm a single father to a wonderful 6 year old little girl (L). She is the light of my life and so emotionally mature for her age. I guess I got lucky because I doubt that was my doing.

I'm in a conundrum right now because her mother (J), who is in prison wants to see both of us. Normally I jump at the chance to see her (God knows I have in the past) but I don't know if it's the right thing for L.

For some background I met J when we were teenagers, adults yes but still teenagers. It was kind of a wild romance. The chemistry was there immediately and I felt drawn to her in a way I never had to anyone else. She made me feel amazing whenever I was with her. The only problem was, she was a career criminal. So, you all should know that she's not in prison for some mistake she feels awful about. This is just a hazard of the job for her.

Part of me knows she is bad news. I went through a lot of difficulties when I was younger. I was a heroin addict and only got clean when J brought L to me. I had been getting clean before then but it was a real struggle. L gave me a concrete reason to make my life better because I knew that J wasn't going to care for her and to be honest I wouldn't want her to. Still, I love her and I think I always will and I know there is good in her. I know she loves me and L. I would never let her be in L's life to the extent that other part-time parents are. I just want to know if she should have some kind of relationship with her or even see her once.

I know a lot of people will advise talking to friends and family. I don't have any family. I've have a pretty bad relationship with my foster father since my addiction. He is a hypocritical asshole.

I don't want to ask my friends. To tell you the truth I burned a lot of bridges while I was involved with J. Not just taking her side emotionally, I committed some outright betrayals. I was lucky and my friends forgave me and have been great with L. I know what they would say if I were to bring up J.

I just want some detached, outside perspectives.

Thanks.

Chapter 4: My Evil Father Wants to Be Involved In My Life. Should I Let Him? (Conner Kent)

Notes:

PLEASE READ FOR CONTEXT:

* I wanted to do a post about Conner and his crazy heritage so I have to go a little Au here. Conner has been living for years now, friends with the titans/Young Justice (comics not TV, very very different) but does not yet have a good relationship with Clark.

* Lex Corp have modified their cloning research and have just recently pioneered it as revolutionary infertility aides.

* In my own soppy head Lex would genuinely like a relationship with Conner but come on, it's Lex, he will always want something else. I imagine that because Lex can't have kids due to his cancer he might be feel a teensy weensy bit more sentimental than he otherwise would be.

* Not YJ continuity (Clark is testy about Conner but a lot more reasonable in the comics)

(1) When Clark came back to life. Reign of the Supermen.

(2) Obviously Conner is lying here to avoid revealing his dad is Lex Luthor.

(3) As for whether it was Lex or Lionel who is the DNA thief, I'll let the commenter decide.

Please comment in the form of Reddit advice.

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Hey Dudes, ;)

I know the title was a little click-baity but here me out.

You know how Lex Corp launched it's 'Children of the Future' project a while ago. You know the new fertility techniques were all it takes is DNA strands so theoretically any two people can have a baby? Well, you're talking to the OG.

Years ago (I won't say how long) I was the first success. Also, here's something wild. The first people to 'donate' their DNA were two men. So I don't have a mom and technically have two dads.

I say technically because one of them actually had his DNA used without his permission. He has his own life and we've hung out together a couple of times (1) and he's cool but he doesn't really think of himself as my dad. Due to how awkward it is I don't really think of him as my dad either. But he's not the dad I'm talking about.

My other dad is the one who originally participated in the project. He can't have kids naturally and is like stupid rich. I think he's richer than God. So he could afford to buy his way into the project (2). He reached out recently and said he wants to meet me. At first I blew him off. For one I was not all that thrilled that I was made form stolen DNA and two he is not a nice person otherwise. I'm not just taking immoral business practices here, he's a scheming creep. My other not-dad knows him and has warned me that he'll try to manipulate me and despite the fact that I don't have that great a relationship with ... let's call him C, he is a pretty trustworthy guy. Like THE trustworthiest. So I took his advice.

Then dad tries to get in touch again and claims that it was actually HIS dad (my grandfather) who used BOTH of their DNA without permission from either of them because he wanted a 'true heir' (3). Knowing what I do of dad he's a pretty pragmatic guy. Blood doesn't mean a whole lot to him. I think if he wanted an heir he would have been more than happy to find a really smart kid who would be perfect for his empire and adopt them (he might have actually preferred that as he would have had more control). So maybe he is telling the truth.

He said he just wants to pay for school and meet up once in a while. I don't know what to do. Should I give him a chance? Remember even if he is sincere in wanting to meet me he is still an immoral piece of crap but a little part of me can't help but want to know a parent.

Let me know what you think guys and thanks.

EDIT: To those of you who have been wondering where I have been all this time with two absent parents. Well, for obvious privacy reasons I can't tell you but don't worry I am safe and with loved ones. Not family but as good as. In fact, better. ;)

Also cool question: Do you guys know any Lex Corp babies?

Chapter 5: What do I do about my psychotic little brother? (Tim Drake)

Notes:

I was intending on posting an update to Tim's issues with Dick during Bruce's time shenanigans but then I thought about how Bruce made Dick fake his death and how that might have affected Damian when he got back.

I was going to write it from Damian's POV (and still might) but Tim was Damian's only (available) brother at that point so I thought this would be interesting.

Please treat this one as separate from Tim's other post.

As usual please answer in the form of a Reddit post.

P.S. I'm sorry so many of these are Bat Family related. They are just the ones with the juiciest and most fucked up problems.

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I lost my older brother (D) very recently. He was amazing. Not perfect but after spending time around him most people would have trouble believing he wasn't.

I also have a younger brother whom I have a terrible relationship with. D and I are adopted and just over a year ago we found out that our father B had a biological son that he didn't know about until the mother dumped him on our door step at 10 years old. This kid has some serious issues. Our family is pretty wealthy. The other side of the kid's family is also wealthy but also see themselves as above everyone. This kid had it religiously drilled into him by his mother and grandfather from a young age the he was superior. His mother was also obsessively in love with B and kept telling the kid that he would be the heir to B's great legacy.

Let me tell you that, that is (at least at the moment) not likely to happen.

So when we first met this kid started a massive (physical) fight with me which injured me severely and from that moment forward made it his mission to make my life a living hell. He believes that because I am adopted I am stealing his birthright. I know this because he told me.

Our father had a terrible accident and it didn't look like he was going to make it so D took over one side of our family business and I took over the other. I had a massive fight with D about taking the kid on but D became his legal guardian. Suffice to say there was no room for me in that house after that. Don't get me wrong D didn't kick me out he just put all his focus onto the kid. I was so angry about that for such a long time, my relationship with D broke down a lot due to both the kid and fights we had had over B. D thought he wasn't going to make it and I said he would. It was only later I accepted that D had never ever wanted to take over the business (actively fought against it and it was the biggest source of tension between himself and B growing up) so to fully accept his responsibilities as head of the family he had to accept that B was gone. It was very touch and go for a long time but B came back, D and I talked it out and worked on mending our relationship. I guess I needed him to be the big brother, always there, always knowing what to do when I'm scared but I'm almost an adult now and D already has so much piled on him with his own life, career, friends and projects (all of which he was fully prepared to give up to lead the family). I accept that I couldn't go on expecting him to be perfect and we had a new adult relationship. But, he was still always my big brother.

I was totally broken when he died. I kept going on because I had to. I think B did the same.

Before D died but after B came back we had custodial interference from his mother. I don't know anything for sure but his time with her was quite traumatising. The kid is hard as nails for an eleven year old but seeing the level of obsession his mother would put into ... whatever it was she was doing, must have been awful. Especially if he got in the way.

So the kid missed D's death and funeral. I have to say that D did wonders with that kid. He is still a bit psychotic and still hates me but he no longer starts unprovoked fights and became a lot more empathetic. The kid isn't a sociopath or anything, he's a god damned vegetarian and turned our house into a menagerie :). He just had trouble relating to people because of everything his mother and grandfather did. God, I used to hate that kid. It seemed like whatever he did was to hurt me, discredit me or get me out of the way but in the end he was just a broken ten year old.

Then just as he was starting to get better his mother ruins it and the only emotionally available adult he had in his life is gone. No offense to B but he is not good at the emotional side of parenting. He hardly ever mentions D's name anymore. Plus, with how the mother built B up coupled with the legitimately impressive figure he cuts, the kid doesn't waver around him. I think D was the only person he felt as though he could genuinely be a child around. He needs to be a child right now but even if B opened up a dialogue with him the kid wouldn't 'show weakness' in front of him.

I feel bad for the kid because I had my extensive friend group to lean on (and believe me I can be just as prickly and controlling as the kid, I've just never been homicidal). I kinda want to be a big brother and be there for him. Problems are as follows:

1) The kid still hates me. He is just no longer actively making my life miserable.
2) I'm not exactly good at the emotional stuff.

Any advice would be appreciated.

EDIT: No B doesn't have a wife. Me and D had biological mothers but after adoption it was always just B.

Chapter 6: AITA for breaking up with my boyfriend like his sister says (Diana Prince)

Notes:

This is the comic book version of the characters. Movie-verse Steve and Diane are precious little lovebirds who lived happily ever after in my head.

In the comic's their relationship is different but also great because it's very real. Steve was Diana's first real friend in man's world and in addition to being in love with her he feels responsible for her because he brought her here. They are on again off again but always remained close even when off. Steve is very in tune with his feelings for Diana and unashamedly never tries to hide it no matter what people say.

Diana is trickier. I despise WW/Superman. But when she broke up with Steve to be with him it did read to me like she was choosing a man she knew she would never lose. She broke up with Steve at his goddamned hospital beside (Way to Go Diana). I know people love to paint her as flawless (in the movie she practically is) but in the comics she has done some messed up stuff.

Rebirth is kind of interesting because they are mostly just dealing with normal couple problems, careers, time spent together, relatives, responsibilities, etc.

I wanted to explore a potentially selfish side of Diana and my headcanon is that Steve's sister Tracey wouldn't like Diana very much. (Also in my head Steve is the doted upon baby of the family with 3 older sisters).

Please respond like a reddit commenter.

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I came to this country years ago because I wanted to help people. I came with an American friend of mine (S). I think S was infatuated with me from the beginning even though he never outright said anything until we became closer. I found him intriguing and sweet. Plus, he is very easy on the eyes: tall and blonde with beautiful blue eyes and a wonderful smile.

We both work either in or with the armed forces and our work crossed over sometimes. We became friends very quickly. I was hesitant to date as I wanted to focus on my work but I was definitely open to the idea. Since S is the one I came to America with and he introduced me to the job (though I had had a similar job and training before meeting him) I think he felt as though it was his responsibility to make sure I was okay. Not physically, he very much knew I could keep myself safe but emotionally. I will forever be thankful to him for that because I had never been lonely in my life and being in a completely knew place was harder than I thought it would be.

Eventually I got tired of him dancing around the issue and asked him out. I will tell you this here and now. I loved him. With all my soul I loved him. Our relationship wasn't perfect (they never are) but he did nothing wrong. He was a wonderful boyfriend. He was sweet and considerate of my needs and usually was fine with me taking the lead because he trusted me to know what I was doing. I know a lot of women who (despite having good boyfriends whom I know) complain about them all the time. I had no such complaints with S. But I still broke up with him.

It happened after a mission gone sideways. Despite my greater strength and capabilities (I am a meta human), I had never perceived S as fragile before. It broke my heart and I knew I couldn't go through that again. So I broke up with him when he woke up. Later I started dating another meta human whom I knew would never die or be hurt in that way.

I still see S on occasion. We are professional and still friendly but we have never gotten back to being as close as we were. I know I hurt him terribly.

Yesterday I had occasion to run into S's sister T. She had some harsh words for me. I never told her my reasoning for breaking up with S (I supposed I hadn't fully admitted it to myself) but she knew. She called me a coward. Her and S's mother was a fighter pilot. Her, S, their sisters and father lived with that fear every day but they dealt with it because they loved her. So I can see why she would think this.

My question is AITA for breaking up for this reason. I am not looking for advice on who to date, who to be with or what to do about T. I just want impartial advice as to if I was unfair to S. I still care about him and I want to know how this might be affecting him but don't know how to go about rebuilding a friendship. Is it even a good idea to do so? And if it isn't how to I talk to him in order to put a better end to our relationship?

I ask because, T has always been very protective of S. S is the much loved baby of the family and the only boy. He has been loved and spoiled by his sisters all his life (though he is no worse for it :)). So I would like some objective opinions because something about what Tracey said rang true and it has been bothering me ever since. No-one has ever called me a coward before.

So I suppose me question really is not AITA but Am I A Coward?

Chapter 7: I'm worried about my Bisexual Friend's Abusive Dad (Chas Chandler-Constantine)

Notes:

Continuity here is a little skewed but in terms of the relationship I am going to say it's mostly based on the Constantine City of Demons movie and I little bit of the TV show in regards to Anne-Marie.

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I'll try to keep this short but this is a complicated situation. Me (16M) and my friend J (15M) have known each other for a long time. We didn't have great childhoods but J's was significantly worse. My parents were useless but at least they were around and loved me in their own way. J's mum died giving birth to him and his father has always blamed him for it. J hides the extent of the abuse but I know it goes on and I'm pretty sure it's a daily thing. 

The verbal and emotional abuse would be bad enough but I know he hits J too. One time I even spotted cigarette burn scars on his arms. J knew I saw them but we didn't talk about it because I know J as well as I know myself. If I brought it up he would shut down. The best I could do was try to stay with him and keep him away from that house as much as possible. It got worse when J's older sister ran away. The dad's abuse towards her was mostly neglect but I know she had a hard time trying to look after J and be a buffer between them. J was heart broken but didn't blame her for leaving. 

I know a lot of you out there with safe homes and loving families are going to suggest getting child services involved but that is out of the question. J would rather tip-toe around his dad and live his own life than be subjected to the underfunded, bloated, bureaucracy.

Now, J is no shrinking violet. He'll give as good as he gets and since he has become an adolescent his dad has backed off a bit and only blow up at J when he's really pissed. J is capable of taking care of himself physically. He's also very charming and manipulative and has no trouble convincing others to help him out or do things for him. Even our friend group who know he's full of shit can't say no to him. I think in most situations he can handle himself. Don't mistake me here. I think J needs adult support but I also know if I reported him he would never forgive me and wouldn't accept my emotional support anymore. I also think that a small part of him is hoping his sister will come back and wants to be where she can find him. 

I've dealt with anxiety surrounding J since I met him so if it were just the usual story I would just let things be. But recent events have me worried. 

I've known J was Bi since we were 13. It wasn't something he announced or confessed. He just checked out guys in addition to girls. He never tried to hide it, just went about his business like there was nothing to see. And that's one of the things I admire about him. The fact that he was Bi never really crossed my mind until recently. J has always had a heavy preference for women and doesn't usually go with either 'boyfriends' or 'girlfriends' for more than a week. The only person I've ever seen him really get invested in was one of our friends AM (16F) but he never asked her out because I'm pretty sure he thinks she's too good for him. 

Recently J has started experimenting with guys more than usual. Again, his don't-give-a-fuck-attitude means that he has never hidden it but he has started to get more and more brazen, even flirting with guys he knows won't take kindly to it because he just likes winding them up (and it gives him a good chance to nick their wallets). That would be bad enough but what I am really worried about is this getting back to his dad. 

Like I said, J gives as good as he gets but I'm afraid that if that man gets mad enough he might just kill J in a fit of rage. Not to mention J's escalating behaviour is concerning in and of itself. My girlfriend says it's J's problem but he's been like a brother to me our whole lives and as exhausting as he can be sometimes I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to him. 

Reddit, what can I do?

Chapter 8: I Hate My Boyfriend's Beard. What Do I Do? (Wonder Woman)

Summary:

This is inspired by melodious-madrigals WonderTrev fic. Check it out https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/melodious-madrigals/626645927731625984

I guess it can take place in either the movie verse or the comics. I'm gearing towards Rebirth because that Diana cannonically likes Steve clean-shaven.

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I've been with my boyfriend for a long time and I've only ever known him to be clean shaven. Don't get me wrong. I've seen him with facial hair. In fact the first day I met him his cheeks were a little rough. We've also done a lot of travelling. More often than not, we travel light and sleep wherever we can lay our heads. So his facial hair has grown out before but he has always shaved it the first chance he got. 

I know I am biased but he is a beautiful man. Classically handsome, yet boyish with blonde hair and blue eyes. Hiding that lovely face under all that rough hair just doesn't make sense to me. 

This all started just over a week ago when I came home from a business trip and he had deliberately grown out his beard past stubble. It was by no means long but within the week after I got home his cheeks, jaw, neck and upper lip were covered in course hair a few shades darker than his head. 

I hate it. 

I feel terrible because it is his body and he can do whatever he wants and he clearly likes it. Trouble is he is not the only one. Everyone has been telling him how handsome he is and how much it suits him. My male friends, female colleagues and even the lady at the ice-cream shop we frequent, have all told him how much it suits him. I suppose in the eye of the beholder it is attractive but not to me. 

And don't even get me started on the beard burn. 

Here is where my problem lies. He knows I don't like it. I had a very visceral reaction when I first saw it. I said, "No," before clapping a hand over my mouth and apologising. 

I'm trying to be supportive but I know I must have a look on my face every time someone mentions the beard. He thinks it's hilarious. So my dilemma is, I know if I asked him to shave it he would do it for me. But I can tell that he likes it and because I know he would be shaving it just for me I don't want to ask him to. 

Any advice would be helpful. Also what do you think of beards?

Chapter 9: My Bitch Of A Boss Is Making Me Have Sex With Her (Deadshot, Suicide Squad)

Summary:

This idea comes from freakadelic's fic 'deep in our infected hearts'.

Basically Amanda Waller is using Floyd Lawton (Deadshot) for sex and he doesn't realise he is being raped. He doesn't even realise it is damaging his mental health even though he has an episode in the middle of doing it. He comes across as more exasperated that he has to have sex with her.

It really shows how sadly a lot of men who have been violated (especially by women) internalise it because 'this doesn't happen to men'.

It's a short fic but it tackles a subject I think is too often ignored. Please offer Floyd advise.

IMPORTANT: The canon here is Suicide Squad: Hell to pay NOT THE 2016 MOVIE, SCREW THAT MOVIE.

Chapter Text

Okay, my situation is kind of weird. I am a convict on ... let's say a rehabilitation programme. 

 

Basically this programme takes people with valuable skills and uses them to complete dirty work. Bright side is I get time off for a job well done. It's shady and dangerous but it's a pretty sweet deal.

 

Problem is with my boss. She's kind of like a boss crossed with a parole officer and there is no nice way to put it but she is a sociopathic bitch. Great at her job though. She is pretty high up in this organization and it takes a special kind of cold to climb that high, especially if you're a woman. Still, the job is a lot and she is very high strung. Obviously her husband isn't doing it for her. Though I can't blame the man, she spends 70% of her time and work and who knows how much of the rest of that is spent sleeping. So she's drafted me in to ease her tension. For you dense motherf*ckers out there, that means I'm f*cking her

 

(Screw Reddit for rejecting my post on the grounds of abusive language. F*ck you Reddit). 

 

This started seven month ago. She visited my cell and took me to her office. Basically told me that if I didn't f*ck her on that desk right then and there I could forget about being chosen for jobs. Which means less time off my sentence. Don't get me wrong. I don't mind the sex. It's not all that bad. Only thing is my 'performance' on the last occassion. 

 

Everything was going as normal, both of us just trying to get off as quick as we could. I had a ... we'll call it a workplace injury so I wasn't at my best. Then I popped my stitches, which would have been fine, I can work through the pain but I started seeing things, things from my childhood, my mother (who coincidently was also a sociopathic bitch). I'm not going to lie, I freaked the f*ck out. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. The boss was yelling at me but I couldn't hear her. I don't know how long it took me to come back to myself but suffice to say I wasn't up to the task anymore. 

 

The boss was pissed but luckily she settled for having me get her off with my tongue. 

 

I wish I could tell that woman to go f*ck herself, (literally and figuratively) but she basically holds the keys to my freedom and I've got a little girl I need to get out for. She's safe and in school right now and she would probably be better off without me but still I'm the only parent she has left and I need to be there for her. 

 

Any advice on how to stop a freakout like that from happening again would be appreciated.