"Superman's the last of his kind, too," Ronon said quickly. “I'm going to try to get McKay to rig me up some heat vision so I can melt steel like Superman."

Anywho, have three drabbles. Whoever is deciding to expand this 'verse into an actual fic, you can either use these or you can ignore them and make up your own canon, I have no qualms with either. Enjoy reading.

Spoony is offered some help in the inevitable fight against the Black Lantern Spoony...but is he willing to accept it?

And then Hardison clicks to the next slide. "Of course, now the company had been bought by the Wayne Enterprises," he says slowly and pointedly, and all the others suddenly sit up, the focus of their attention shifting and narrowing. "No," Sophie says. Eliot nods once, sharply, and Parker does a rather good impression of one of those boggling-head-dolls, agreeing completely.

"Cordelia's been in the game long enough that she can spot a secret identity from a mile away."

Three times Bruce was a Batdad to his Batkids.

Thanks, Gotham side of Tumblr.

"Congratulations on making it through one year of high school." Cassie says, holding out a cake, "We're proud of you."