Worried Mira (KPop Demon Hunters)
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The Threads of the Honmoon as a Nest for Abandoned Birds by Avinovis
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), KPop Demon Hunters (2025), DCU
21 Sep 2025
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Weeks after the confrontation with Gwi-Ma and the following PR aftermath, Huntrix is finally getting a long-awaited break. Snacks acquired, comfy pajamas donned, and enough reality TV series to last several weeks, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were prepared to do absolutely nothing for at least a little while. But, when a portal in the middle of their living room dumps out two boys, one barely clinging to life and the other trying to stem the streams of blood, all thoughts of a peaceful break get thrown out the window.
Apparently, the multiverse exists and little birds are very good at traveling in it. Who knew?
OR:
In a world where Titan's Tower wasn't a violent event and the two youngest Robins were closer than anyone believed, the Batarang Incident still happened. This time though, Tim was trying to keep Jason alive when the bomb timer struck zero, and the explosion ripped open the fabric of the multiverse and threw the brothers into the arms of three surprised, demon hunting pop stars.
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Huntrix wasn't planning on keeping two hurting, flighty, paranoid little birds, but they're right there, and since when were traumatized child soldiers so good at being adoptable? -
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She couldn't look at them, not properly, because when she let herself look, her vision betrayed her. At the edges of her mind, Zoey’s gentle expression warped into something feral; Mira’s steady stance blurred into the nightmare version of her, blade raised, eyes wild. Both of them turning on her, weapons gleaming in the dark.
Her hands tightened on the mug.
“You don’t have to tell us right now,” Zoey said softly, “but, you know you can, right?”
“Yeah. I know.” Rumi lifted her eyes ever so slightly and managed the ghost of a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
The words tasted like ash. Because even if she knew it, knew in her bones that they’d never hurt her, every time she blinked, she saw the version of them that ripped her clothes live on stage and pushed her to the brink. Every time she looked, she saw them standing over her, smiling as they struck her down.
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Rumi is struggling in the aftermath of the Idol Awards, and decides to take up an unhealthy amount of running instead of facing her nightmares head on.