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Bill had won and most of the world was in chaos. Almost nobody was left alive and, in all honesty, you wondered why you were still alive. "Hi there, kid!" you jumped at the voice as the triangle appeared at your side. "Tell ya what. Let's make a deal!" You flowered at the careless demon. "Why on Earth would I do that, Cipher?" He gave you an almost sad and pitiful look. "Ya look lonely." you arched an eyebrow at the demon. You thought he was joking, but when you looked up at him you noticed the sincerity in his eye. "What's the deal?" You sighed, wondering why on Earth you asked that question. His face, or in this case surface area, seem

(A/N: So this was a request and yes I'm currently taking requests.) "Daddy!" You yelled as you walked into your father's room. The sandy blonde haired man turned to face you. "What is it little man?" Steve asked you. You climbed up into the bed with him. "Nighmar." You cried. Your dad threw the blanket over top of you and you curled up into his side. "Daddy." "Yes (y/n)." Your father mumbled half asleep. "Can we go see uncle Tony?" You asked. Steve laughed slightly. "I suppose we could little man." He laughed while using your nickname. You nodded and smiled. "Daddy." You called out again. Your father hummed in response. "Will you alway

Oh shit, not this again. “What you doing~” Harley sang out, walking over to you sitting at your office, late at night, again. You sighed, “Work, Har. Some of us here in Gotham work for a living, sad as it is.” “That must suck..” She begun to mess around with your hair, twirling locks in between her fingers, “You should dye your hair and join us. It's waaaay better than sitting at a desk.” You chuckled lightly, “What, getting shot at all the time versus sitting at a desk without being shot at, plus I don't know how to fire a damn gun.” You continued on typing up more business plan