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In All Evil by impermeable_azul
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types
23 May 2026
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"It was a disaster. Five villains working in two teams. This level of coordination, this amount of focus and firepower? One of the worst break-outs in Arkham’s history, and this was the consequence. They were working together. “Batman!” Oracle screamed. Robin’s eyes flicked to the side monitor and found a black [DISCONNECTED] screen. He ripped his eyes away, back to his own cams, back to where his brothers were fighting for their own lives. Nightwing screamed next."
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After an Arkham break-out, a night of patrol goes horribly wrong, and the entire Wayne family's identities as Gotham's vigilante team of Bats are revealed. How can they survive the fallout? Can they heal from this attack, or is this something you don't come back from?
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After sixty-two hours of non-stop work, all Chuuya wants is his bed. What he gets is his traitorous ex-partner curled up on his expensive suede sofa, delirious, shivering, and bleeding out from a wound that smells like rot. Dazai is hiding—from the Agency, from the Mafia, and from a new enemy that poisoned him with something No Longer Human can't nullify.
With all of Yokohama compromised, Dazai decided his only safehouse left was the one place no one would ever look: the penthouse of the man who hates him most. Chuuya is faced with a choice: throw the bastard out, or deal with the glowing, necrotic wound.
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- Part 1 of The Framing of a Life
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Bookmarked by Diamond_13
27 Jan 2026
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Another Episode of Saiki's Disastrous Life by allandoesthings
Fandoms: 斉木楠雄のΨ難 | Saiki Kusuo no Sai-nan | The Disastrous Life of Saiki K., 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
06 Nov 2025
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After everything that had happened, you'd think Saiki would be done. Saving the world twice was enough. And years went by just as he had hoped, just as they always had. He'd rather not have his powers, but they persisted. He worked around them like usual.
And yet, here he was, stuck in the middle of a world where his only means of getting home was to solve everybody's problems, including his own, whilst dealing with a sudden bounty over his head. Fuck his life.
His name was Kusuo Saiki, and he was apparently a therapist now. And a weapon of warfare.Bookmarked by Diamond_13
31 Oct 2025
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Humans are scared of death and essentially, of the passing of time.
How many people sacrificed their fickle lives to pointless research, trying to find the elixir of life?
How many people spent their teenage years rotting in bed, worrying about their decaying youthfulness or fretting about their futures while losing their childhood in the process?Good thing Dazai Osamu is not human.
He welcomes death with open arms, the gentleness of smiles and empty eyes. His cold and emotionless gaze makes even death to recoil in disgust, away from the human-looking puppet.
Dazai’s journey through depression is no easy feat, but maybe he will discover he is not as alone as he thinks he is.
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He doesn’t want Dazai here. He ruined Chuuya’s life after sauntering in, gaudy and cocky, looking every bit of the type of enemy Chuuya loves to hate. Chuuya wishes he’d denied the silent challenge Dazai had posed that first time they met in Cone Street, but Chuuya’s too proud for his own good, and chases after every single bit of bait Dazai offers like a starving dog. Chuuya knows he’s ruined for the rest of his life because no one else can ever hope to measure up to Dazai; who left car bombs and forgets birthdays and stains Chuuya’s clothes with careless spills of wine; who never said I love you even if Chuuya can see it in the way he watches him.
Chuuya hates that he relies on him. Dazai is skin and bones and death personified: wherever he walks he trails a path of anarchy, but Chuuya wants him so bad it hurts. They’re chaos with one another but worse off without, he thinks, even if neither will admit to needing one another’s company.

