Cassie Kent has been a superhero for two years-long enough to know a cape doesn't make the world safer or simpler. Chicago is loud, chaotic, always teetering on disaster. She spends most days airborne, extinguishing literal and figurative fires. She works alone by choice, avoiding teams, politics, and especially the Guardians of the Globe. Their repeated offers and polished speeches can't shake her gut feeling: something's off. Trust, she's learned, gets people hurt. Off-duty, her life is painfully ordinary. She lives with her older cousin Clark, who tries to carve out some normalcy-though "normal" was never on the table. School is tolerable noise and expectations; she's not popular, not invisible. Sharp-tongued, stubborn, and unapologetically herself, Cassie doesn't bother impressing anyone-especially not her annoying neighbor, Mark Grayson. Mark is irritating in a specific way: awkward, nerdy, stubbornly convinced they're friends despite her reminders they're not. He tries too hard, asks too many questions, orbiting her life like a persistent moon. She dismisses him as background noise she'll forget after graduation. Then Mark confesses he has powers. One revelation shatters her carefully built walls. Mark isn't just a weird kid-he's dangerous, unpredictable, tied to a larger story neither asked for. It pulls Cassie into events she wanted no part of: uncovering the truth about Mark's father, realizing one of the world's greatest heroes might be its biggest threat, and accepting that staying sidelined isn't an option anymore. As secrets unravel and good vs. evil blurs, Cassie must question everything-heroism, trust, herself. Working alone keeps her safe, but it won't save the world. Teaming up with people she doesn't trust may be the only way to stop what's coming.

You're Bruce Wayne's child-the one everyone forgets. The one who lives in the shadows of a legacy that ignores you. You just want to be left alone. But the moment you step away, vanish from their sight, the city remembers you. Suddenly, eyes are on you. Danger circles. And someone you never wanted to notice you... can't stop. Obsessed. Possessive. Watching. In a world where neglect made you invisible, your absence makes you irresistible-and deadly attention isn't what you asked for.

𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜́ 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑜, 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑞 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑜 𝑠𝑢 𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖́𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑜́ 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎́𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖́, ¿𝑁𝑜? 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑒́𝑠𝑎 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑧𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑜́, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜́ 𝑙𝑎 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑎, 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜́ 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑗𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖́𝑜, 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑜́ 𝑎 𝑠𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑎 '𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒' 𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑜́

YJ Nightwing x OC | Slow Burn | Enemies to Lovers | - Book One Once, they were teammates. Now, they're a storm waiting to happen. She's gone. He's still here. Years later, she's a lone operator with blood on her hands and secrets in her veins. He's Nightwing now-calculated, polished, and just self-righteous enough to drive her insane. She thinks he's arrogant. He thinks she's reckless. Neither of them has forgiven the other. But when a mission forces them back together, all the heat they buried under anger and silence threatens to rise to the surface. He's determined to get answers. She's determined not to let him back in. And neither of them is ready for the fallout when sparks turn into fire. Because love is dangerous. But hate? Hate burns hotter.

"Your not him." He stated. "He doesn't decide what you do anymore." "I know." "Do you?" He took both my hands in his. "This is dangerous, and I don't want you getting hurt." "What's life without a bit of danger?" A daughter of an assassin joining a group of superheroes? I don't own anything I only own my OC and any other characters I may create

"There is literally no one that can understand you." "That was not as reassuring as I needed it to be." In which Damian Wayne learns to "chill" after crashing through the window of a young woman's apartment. --- lmao I don't own any of the Batfam. All original characters belong to me. highest rankings: #1 in brucewayne #3 in dc #5 in damianwayne #5 in gotham #9 in dickgrayson ©mangowhispers2020 there is some mild cursing a little violence

this is a boring story. that is not a joke, nor is it a clever attempt at reverse psychology. the narrator gains nothing by lying to you. this story does not begin with an explosion, a prophecy, or a body on the floor. no lightning strikes. no masks are pulled off. No one is secretly extraordinary. DAMIAN AL GHUL - WAYNE / FEM!OC cover by triz !

Raina Grayson died at eight years old. Risa Gray crawled out of the grave instead. Molded by the Joker, feared by Gotham, and bound by blood to a family that doesn't trust her, she's spent years carving her own chaos into the city's bones. But when her path collides with Jason Todd- the new Robin, the one who later turns into a violent vigilante- she finds the one person who understands what it means to be unfinished business. Enemies. Allies. Something worse. Something better. As Gotham burns and old wounds tear open, Risa must decide: Is she the Joker's masterpiece... Or her own? P.S. Rewritten version of my deleted story "You Should See Me In A Crown". I don't own any character but Risa!! A slow-burn, enemies to lover story!! Around 50ish chapters in total!! (Jason will appear in chp 7!!) Also updating on Tumblr under the same story name and username :)

ON A RED sun planet, an unexpected wedding takes place. Clark Kent x oc ✁・・・ ⊱┊Change of plot totally mine ⊱┊Copying or adaptation without my consent is prohibited. ⊱┊ Non-fixed updates

only a woman can uncover the tomb of Cleopatra... or so the legend says. for every treasure pulled from the sand, something is taken in return. a secret. a soul. a piece of yourself. 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ━━━━━ CLARK KENT x FEM!OC SUPERMAN 2025 !