Stick with Us Forever~ (Yandere Marvel/DC x fem! Reader)

Getting Them Back

~Chapter 8~

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"But I can send you into overdrive"

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Y/N's Point of View~

I clenched my fists, my mind focused solely on one thing—getting my kids back from that maniac, the Joker. 

"Y/N, we need a plan," Captain America said, his eyes full of determination. "We can't just run in and get your kids—" Steve said, but I cut him off.

"Who the hell said "we"? I didn't come here for a team. These are my children, and I will do whatever it takes to save them," I snapped, my voice filled with determination. "I've faced worse than the Joker before, and I won't let anyone stand in my way." 

I could see the concern in Steve's eyes as he processed my words. Taking a deep breath, he replied, "I understand your determination, Y/N. But we can't underestimate the Joker's capabilities. We need to strategize and work together if we want to ensure the safety of your children." 

"I agree, we can't afford to make any mistakes," Thor added, his voice gruff and determined. The air hummed with tension as the Avengers and the Justice League all gathered around me, ready for the final showdown. 

I rolled my eyes, knowing they would never leave me alone. "We'll split into two teams," I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me. "One team to create a distraction, and the other to infiltrate Joker's hideout."

"I'm with you, Y/N," Clint chimed in. I nodded, feeling a flicker of gratitude for the unwavering support of my...allies.

As we made our final preparations, the sounds of fighting and chaos echoed around us. I could feel the weight of the upcoming confrontation pressing down on me, but I knew that I had to stay strong for my children's sake.

I was with Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Tony Stark, and Thor Odinson. Did any of them give me their full names? No, no they did not. They also never gave me their birthdays, credit card information, or social security—but I have all of their information. Do I need their information? Again, no, no I do not. But having their information gives me a sense of security and control, knowing that I have the upper hand if ever needed. It's like having an insurance policy, just in case things go south. Everyone else, whom I considered insignificant at the moment, was busy distracting the guards.  

The city lights flickered below as I stood atop the skyscraper, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. "Y/N, we're ready to move in," Batman's gravelly voice echoed through my earpiece. I nodded, steeling myself for the confrontation. As the Justice League and the Avengers assembled around me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment towards their interference. But my children's lives were at stake. 

The battle was chaotic, the clash of superhuman abilities and villainous cunning filling the air. Finally, I caught sight of the Joker, holding my children captive. My heart raced as I sprinted towards him, determined to rescue my children from his clutches. Adrenaline surged through my veins, fueling my determination to bring an end to this nightmarish ordeal once and for all. "Let them go, Joker," I growled, my voice infused with righteous fury.