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Derek Morgan x Reader ~ Can you feel the love tonight Sometimes the way of love is unfathomable... "You should be sleeping like the other children", you say to the little boy. He looks at you with his big eyes. "I can't. I miss my Mummy!", he mumbles and squeezes his stuffed bunny. You sigh, while you lift him up. "I know, sweetie. She comes in a few hours", you reply and kiss his head. "Do you sing for me?", the boy asks you with puppy eyes. You can't say no to him. "Of course", you agree and set him down. The children crawls into his sleeping bag. "So, which song do you want?", you ask him. "You know it!", the boy giggles and hugs his stu

I DO NOT OWN BATMAN, JOKER, JIM GORDON, GOTHAM CITY, OR THOMAS WAYNE (I GUESS??). THEY BELONG TO DC COMICS. A NOTE: THIS IS THE GOOD ENDING TO MY SERIES, THE KNIGHT. IF YOU WANT TO READ THE TRUE ENDING, PLEASE SEE THE DESCRIPTION. I HOPE YOU ENJOY. Good Ending The ride to the warehouse where you were being held was the longest of his life. It had been suspiciously easy to find you. All he had to do was search your apartment and he found asbestos dust in the boot prints of your captors. A very specific blend of asbestos and sea algae that could only point to a recently abandoned warehouse by the docks. The Batman had taken the Batmobile t

I DO NOT OWN BATMAN, ALFRED, GOTHAM, OR YOU. DON'T YOU HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE SAY THAT THE HOT GUY OWNS YOU? WHAT IS THIS, 1876? YOU OWN YOURSELF! REVEL IN IT, GIRL! ANYWAY, I'VE FINISHED MY FEMINIST RANT. PLEASE CONTINUE, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY. Crouching atop a gargoyle, watching you, the Batman was torn. He knew that Bruce Wayne was going to see you tomorrow, but he wanted to see you now. It was childish, he knew, but that didn’t stop him from wanting. You were walking out of a dress shop now, late at night. Normally, it would be strange to see a young woman walking out of a middle class dress shop in the shade of the night, but Batman

        The ticking of the clock woke you up. You drowsily sat up and looked at the time. Two o' clock. 'Lets see... I slept for six hours.' You thought, counting off the hours on your fingers. Your stomach rumbled and you rubbed it, looking around the room again. A plate with a sandwich on it was placed by the door. You instantly got out of bed and walked towards it but stopped halfway. What if they put something in it? Like sleeping pills that they used to give the rowdy kids at the orphanage. You turned away from the food and sat back on the bed. You had to fight the temptation of food even though your stomach was empty and rumbling consta

        I have not done one of these in a while. I'm sorry Batman. Don't hurt me. Homestuck stories are just fun to type. And I think i'm gonna base more of the looks on Arkham City for the villains because that game did make them look pretty cool. (In my opinion) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        You woke up in the middle of the night, a cold sweat on your forehead. You had a nightmare that you couldn't recall but you knew it had scared you. A soft, shaky sigh escaped you as you looked around your room. Bruce had placed you in your bed after you fell asleep on the couch. Slowly stepp

        "Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad," was all you said as you followed Bruce into the kitchen. After the fifteenth time you said dad, Bruce turned to look at you, obviously annoyed but kept his voice calm. "What is it sweetheart?" You giggled and said "I would like to play a game." Bruce nodded, feeling a little weirded out at the way you worded that. "Me too" Richard said, seemingly appearing outta nowhere. Bruce smiled. "Alright. What do you two want to play?" You and Richard looked at each other then looked at your dad. In unison, you and your brother yelled out "Hide and seek. You count to thirty." Bruce put his hands over his eyes and started co