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flying-nightwing · 8 months

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If I May (pt. 1)

Fuck it, Pride & Prejudice AU

This was hastily written while I was up in my feelings after re-re-re(x5) watching the movie (2005) because I needed a Mr. Darcy-esque Jason fic or i would have died. This is therefore extremely self indulgent. I'm also very rusty so forgive me if some parts aren't smooth. Expect a part 2 soon. And as always, enjoy!

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Word count: 3705

Warnings: none

Summary: You are a merchant's daughter who's trying to live a decent life, even if it means forsaking your own happiness. However, one short meeting with a stranger on a balcony sets you on another path, and you're not sure how to feel about it.

Gold light, marble floors.

Violin, harpsichord, laughter.

Sapphire eyes and mahogany hair, a blur of diamonds and pearls. A hundred feet dancing and twirling to the melody, the rustle of fabrics moving along with them to create colors and shapes out of a dream.

A night that seemed to never end.

Your corset was too tight. You curtsied your partner as the music came to an end, excusing yourself for a moment. You had to get out of that crowd, to get away from the man in front of you. You made your way toward the balcony, your pushing becoming less and less ceremonious as you went. Your breathing was shallow yet couldn't be fast enough as gloved hands rose in indignation at your less than ladylike behaviour.

Hadn't you reached the glass door when you did, you believed you would have cried. The sudden cool air allowed you to take a deep breath as you threw yourself forward, holding your hands out on the rail to catch yourself. You closed your eyes and took a moment to gather yourself, then turned around and gently closed the door, effectively muffling the new song that started with a roaring cheer from the crowd.

Slowly, you returned to the rail and guided your stare to the night. The sky was clear and the stars were bright, but it didn't ease your mind like it always did.

It was all wrong.

Everything was wrong.

Your father passing away, your step brother giving you an ultimatum to marry this season or join the Sisters, as he had no intention to keep you on his newly inherited estate, your mother who was still sickly and bed ridden.

You weren't poor by any means, but you weren't a part of the high society either. Your status was decent, and your name was respected enough to earn a good match. But with your father's unexpected passing and your step brother's petulance, you came with a bed ridden old woman to take with you, and that displeased many of the potential marriage candidates for you.

So when one began courting you with the full knowledge of your situation, as in, knowing your mother would move with you to his estate, you didn't resist. You reciprocated the courting, and danced with the man at every ball, and walked with him in the gardens. He wasn't particularly beautiful, he was a bit on the older side, and his interest appeared to be lying in the fact that he had resigned himself to settle, to marry the least ugly woman with the least trouble following her.

But he was also from decent money, with a respectable name and estate, and he most likely wouldn't treat you badly, which is more than you could have hoped for in such short notice.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You practically jumped out of your skin at the voice coming from behind you. With a shriek of terror, you slapped a hand on your chest and spun around, your eyes stopping on the stranger that seemingly appeared out of thi air on the balcony with you. He held up his hands in front of him while his mouth curved in a cryptical smirk.

“Easy there, forgive me for scaring you” He spoke as he slowly stepped forward. As he came closer and into the light, you took in his features. His voice had been low and smooth, perfectly fitting his strong jaw and black hair, you decided. He was quite young, around your age if you had to guess, but his ocean blue eyes reflected a wisdom well past his age. They were hypnotic, you also concluded as you forced yourself to look away before drowning in them. You cleared your throat. “Running away from the party?”

You blinked rapidly at his words as they brought you back to Earth. “Well, just–Not running away, it's a lovely ball–”

Your mouth kept going on its own. You had no idea who that man was, or what was his relation with the family who hosted the ball. You didn't want to accidentally insult him.

You felt your face heat up when you noticed the amusement dancing in his eyes, or the smile he was trying to hold back. Luckily, he spoke before you could babble anymore.

“It's fine, I was running away from it too” He supplied as he went to stand by the rail beside you, no doubt aware of your eyes on him. “Dreadful affairs”

You let out a quiet breath, glad you wouldn’t be judged for wanting a break. “I don’t find them to be so bad… Usually”

His scoff was half hearted. “Some pretty boy broke your heart?”

You knew he was saying this as a joke, his relaxed posture and humorous tone said as much. Still, it stung a nerve you didn’t even know was sensitive. It reminded you that you’d never get to experience the regular courting, the regular game of yes-no-maybe the other girls your age would go through. You were aware it was a strange thing to wish for–drama and heartbreaks that is–but simply knowing you were robbed of it made you sad.

He definitely noticed your shift of attitude, because his good mood dropped into concern. “Wait, some pretty boy did break your heart?”

You shook your head. “No, no not that” You hesitated before speaking, but he patiently waited for you to do so, so you went for it. After all, you had never seen this mysterious, handsome man before, and you’d probably never see him again. You took a deep breath and turned to face the stars. “My father died in the winter. My mom has been sick for a year now. And when my step brother inherited the estate, he told me that I had until the end of the season to marry and take my mother with me”

He frowned. “My condolences” He said, eyeing you carefully. “But I believe someone looking like you shouldn’t have trouble finding a good husband”

You laughed humorlessly. “You’d think that, wouldn’t you” You mumbled as you glanced up for a second. He seemed confused. “I am on the lower side of my social class. My step brother will not give a dime for the wedding. I come tied with a sick mother. I could be the most beautiful thing in the world and I would still be a prospect for desperate men and old widowers”

He waited for a moment before speaking. “And you know this because you have one, don’t you?”

You nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry”

“What for?” You tilted your head. “You’ve had no part in it”

His eyes found you and you glanced back, looking at his partially shadowed face. For a moment you could let yourself daydream that he was the one who’d propose to you in the upcoming weeks, that he would bring you in his kingdom far away from your step brother and this miserable marriage that would await for you. But then, you had to return to reality and forget your little fantasy. This man wasn’t yours to claim.

“I’m sorry that you won’t be able to live your life the way you desire” He said, seeming more genuine than anyone you’ve ever met. “Everybody deserves a chance at happiness. I hope you may still find it despite of everything”

You tore your eyes from him as your vision blurred, as you did not want to let the stranger see your tears. You hastily wiped them off, and when you looked to where he stood again, he was gone. You glanced around, searching for any trace that he hadn’t just in your imagination, but the stranger was nowhere to be seen. You blinked, returning your eyes to the stars for a minute. You recomposed yourself and smothered your dress, then returned to the ball.

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“I still can’t believe we got an invite” You said as the carriage crossed a stone bridge. The sun was going down and the countryside looked positively marvelous.

Your step brother scoffed at your words, like they were a ridiculous claim. “Of course we did. The Duke obviously recognizes the importance of my business. Now that I’m in charge, I have made much better decisions than the old man, and it’s blooming like never before. In no time, I’ll become a proper lord, a baron. Or even a viscount”

You bit your tongue not to answer that it was your father who built the business, your father who made the right decisions years ago, your father that allowed him to reap the fruit of his labour. “I’m sure he does, and I’m sure you will”

“By the way” He eyed you cryptically, ignoring your lack of enthusiasm. “Has Mr. Degras shown signs he would propose soon?”

You opted to look outside instead of meeting his eyes. “Yes. The marriage is pretty much certain, as he is not courting anyone else and neither am I. But I think he’ll wait until just past midseason to actually propose, not to suggest anything untoward about the whole affair”

He hummed, disinterested. “Yes, well, the sooner the wedding, the better. Wouldn’t you say?”

“I would” Your reply came mechanically. You did not especially look forward to your marriage, but moving far, far away from the man in front of you did sound appealing right at this moment.

“Good”

The scenery quickly changed and you couldn’t be bothered to listen to your brother ramble about his business. A manor greater than anything you’ve seen before appeared through the neatly trimmed trees of the property, and you gasped at the sight. There were many other carriages, all much more grand than yours.

No sooner than later, you pulled to the entrance. A valet opened the carriage door, and your step brother all but pushed you back on the seat to get out first. With a muffled oof, you pulled yourself straight again and followed your step brother out. The valet offered a hand and an apologetic glance, helping you step down on the gravel. You returned a smile to him, following your step brother from afar.

If the outside was grandiose, then the inside of the manor was totally mind blowing. You couldn’t help but gawk in awe at the details on the structure, and the intricate decoration. YOu barely noticed the crowd chattering along the foyer. You however began questioning the reason for your invite the more you explored the manor. It didn’t take an idiot to see that the people around you were draped in visibly more expensive fabrics, and their behaviour was distinct from the ones you were used to. Your suspicions that you hardly belonged there were only confirmed when you stepped in the grand ballroom, where literally none of the other families of your status were present at all.

Then, you saw it. Or rather, you saw him.

The Duke was standing proudly at the front of the room. His black and yellow-gold coat striking out from the crowd, but not as much as his sharp features. But he wasn’t what caught your attention, probably unlike anybody else present. It was the stoic face of his tallest child beside him, head high and shoulders square, glance forward and unmoving. On his dark red coat were multiple military decorations, and on his face, multiple scars the night’s darkness did not reveal the first and last time you met.

Your jaw involuntarily hung open at the realization. The handsome stranger you laid all your afflictions upon just a few weeks earlier was in fact the son of the most powerful individual in the country that wasn’t a King. You felt your neck and chest heat up in embarrassment at the only thought of airing out your problems to someone like him. You knew the stories of his military service, the alleged torture and the constant brushes with death, everybody in the country had heard them. Your struggles in comparison were jest, and you felt like a whiny child to have complained about them to him specifically.

His watchful eyes then settled onto you, betraying absolutely no feeling of recognition whatsoever, and you’d believe he didn’t recognize you at all if it hadn’t been for the slight tilt of his head, acknowledging your presence. You blinked and looked anywhere but to him, then blended in the crowd. Even then, you felt like you couldn’t if you tried. You felt gazes and whispers falling upon you, wondering who you were and what you were even doing in such a ball. No matter where you went, you couldn’t escape them.

You finally decided on joining the dancers, believing it would help shift the attention off of you. You danced one song, then another with gentlemen that didn’t stand out to you; which was preferable for you. Unfortunately, your peace didn’t last very long. Because when you looked up to your next partner for the third dance, you came face to face with a distinct black and gold who was already bowing before you could escape. Your spine went rigid as your wide eyes met his steady ones, and before you could blink, a pleasant smile wrote over his previously stern expression. You didn’t know which one terrified you the most

The music began and he bowed to you, and you hurried to return a curtsy. You felt practically everyone stare on you as you took the first steps of the dance, carefully spinning around each other. He was the first to speak.

“I must apologize for my son’s poor manners” He said, and your eyebrows raised in half panic. What did he mean by– “He was the one to insist on inviting you and grace us with your lovely presence. He should have been the one to dance with you the first moment you stepped on the floor, but unfortunately, he is rather… stubborn, I’m afraid”

You did not know how to answer this, your jaw going up and down without any sound coming out. A small frown came over his brow, but it wasn’t deep enough to cover the light amusement of his features.

“Ah” He replied, a knowing sparkle in his eyes. “He did not tell you about it, did he?”

“I knew nothing of the sort” You confirmed in a small voice. “4I am truly sorry to intrude, I know I am not part of the nobility–”

“Please, do not apologize” He gently cut you off. “You were invited, were you not? Therefore no intrusion whatsoever was committed. And between you and I,” He paused, leaning a bit forward as the dance steps brought you respectfully close. “I would be willing to bet your specific presence is much more wanted than anyone else's here tonight”

There you went, speechless once again. The dance finished, and with a respectful bow, the Duke parted ways with you to return to the front of the room, where a figure in red was definitely missing. You looked around the room, but didn't find your stranger anywhere. That until, you went to step away from the floor and collided with a strong, red coated chest. Your eyes followed the buttons up to find his jaw clenched hard and his eyes still fixated on a point beyond your shoulder.

Mechanically, his hand lifted up. “May I have the next dance?”

You looked around you as a hush fell over the room, and you deducted it was a rare occurrence for the young lord to dance if everybody was staring at you in disbelief. Not wanting to cause more of a scene, you managed to find your voice. “You may”

Carefully, you placed your hand in his and let him guide you back to the middle of the room. His bow to you was stiff and uncomfortable, but his steps were light and precise, practiced and repeated until it became a second nature. Yet, his expression was displaying something far from ease.

“For someone who thinks balls are dreadful, I must point out that twice i’ve met you, and twice it was at a ball”

A tiny scoff shook his shoulders, but not his stoic expression. “Both times out of absolute obligation, I assure you”

“You were more chatty last time”

“Merely an effect of a glass too many of red wine”

That was no way to speak to someone of his status, but he didn’t seem to have any intention to correct you.

“I didn’t know it was you”

He knew well what you meant. I didn’t know it was you that night. “That’s because I chose not to tell you”

“You must think this is hilarious” You muttered against your will, but it just had to come out. There was a rage suddenly boiling inside of you and it came up too quickly for you to effectively rein it back. “Having a merchant’s daughter spill her insignificant secrets to you, then invite her to a ball she very clearly doesn’t belong to, showing her everything she’ll be missing, then making sure everyone notices it too. Poor deluded girl gets a pity dance with the Duke and his son. Are you entertained enough, my lord? Or should I trip and humiliate myself just a little bit more?”

His eyes widened a little bit more with every word, leaving him with a frightened and wounded expression one would find on a scolded child. In this precise moment, neither the smooth, mysterious stranger on the balcony nor the stoic soldier was staring back at you. You almost didn’t notice when the song ended, but you didn’t miss your opportunity to storm away, pushing past the crowd and trying your best to ignore their whispers on your way out.

After a few flights of stairs, you finally found a way out in the gardens. The fresh air was like a breath of relief, and the soothing cool of the air was welcomed on your skin. You walked until you found a pond and sat on the bench, glaring at the reflection of the moonlight in the water. You spiralled deep in your thoughts, until you heard your name being called in an unfamiliar voice.

You jumped onto your feet and spun around, coming face to face with an elegantly dressed woman, her blonde hair beautifully cascading down her shoulders. You recognized her as one of the figures standing beside the Duke at the front of the room, but she didn’t have the air of arrogance you’d have expected her to bear. Instead, she seemed kind and confident, the type of person one wouldn’t mind sitting down with for tea and a good conversation. She smiled at your apparent wariness.

“May I sit with you?”

You nodded, then remembered she was probably also outranking you. “Yes, of course you may”

You waited until she rounded the bench and sat down to sit back. For a few minutes, she didn’t talk, she just observed you.

“You’re sure as pretty as I believed you’d be”

You blinked in surprise. Out of everything you believed she’d say, this was definitely not it. “... Thank you?”

Her smile widened, but she didn’t add anything on the matter. Instead, she jumped into the topic she was probably here for in the first place. “He upset you, didn’t he?”

Your eyes snapped forward and your back straightened. “Did he tell you to come and make it worse?”

Instead of being insulted at your dry rebuttal, she simply laughed and brushed her hand. “Not at all, the poor fool’s probably still standing frozen where you left him. Listen, I came after you to check up on you. He’ll be fine, but I wanted to see if you were”

Your eyes reluctantly found hers again. “Why?”

She sighed. “With all his lack of tact, Jason meant well. All he said to us is that you told him you enjoyed balls, and that you deserved a night for yourself. Neither I or the Duke knows anything beyond that. He might have been clumsy in handling it, but rest assured, mocking you was the last of his intention”

You heard all of what she said, but somehow, your brain got caught on one specific word. One specific name. “So, his name is Jason”

She tilted her head to the side. “You didn’t know?”

You shook your head. “We heard the stories, but nobody could agree on the right name”

“Oh well, he is going to be pissed that I robbed him of his grand introduction, that’s certain”

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with her at the absolute ridiculousness of your situation. You liked her, you decided, but just as your handsome stranger–no, Jason–you didn’t hope to get attached. Then, something came up in your head, making you frown.

“How do you know my name?” You asked. “In fact, how did anyone know my name? I never told him”

She smiled at you again, the glint in her eyes telling you there was a secret you definitely didn’t know about dangling about your head. Come to think of it, it was the same as the one you had observed in both the Duke and his son’s eyes. “The Duke has his way”

“Okay?”

She shook her head and changed the subject. “Do you want to know a secret?”

Your eyes narrowed. “... Sure”

She leaned forward. “You were the only person who received an invite for tonight” She revealed, and before you could call out her lie, she beat you to it. “I swear it’s true. Everybody you saw tonight just assumed they were invited, because of their own vanity and self-importance. You, on the other hand, are the only person that was actually wanted here. Do with that information as you may, but please, don’t be too harsh on Jason. He really did mean well”

You nodded slowly, watching as she stood up. “Well, this has been a pleasure”

“Likewise” You mumbled back, staring at her expectantly.

“Stephanie” She filled in. “Stephanie Brown”

“Have a nice evening, miss Brown”

“Oh, I will” She grinned wolfishly. “Good night”

“You… too…” You watched as she walked away, leaving you to ponder this last conversation alone in the gardens.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #batfam #pride & prejudice au #regency au #jason todd fic #jason todd imagine

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flying-nightwing · 9 months

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Hello all. So like, I just moved to Belgium? If you wondered why I haven't put out anything all summer, that's why lol.

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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hi yes if you ever wondered how I imagine Jason Todd to look like. Well. I don't know if any of you have been on pretty boys do music cover tiktok lately but there's this one guy. Black hair. Blue eyes. Basically he does guitar covers with sick transitions and switch to what I call the blowjob POV angle of camera? Anyway his handle is christianrlocke you are welcome babes

#i'm legit simping #he 100% looks like how i imagine our jaybird #the jaw the neck the HANDS #bro is majestic

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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I'm stress writing a chapter of the Nightshade!batsis saga. Tell me, if I'm referring to the reader's mom, do you prefer that I invent a name for her of do you want the classic but clunky (Y/M/N) (your mom's name)? Pls vote:

Thanks!

#batfam x reader

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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I gotta know.

In your professional opinion, do you think slade knows the hand on the lower stomach trick and the pillow trick?

Do you think anyone else your write for knows them? 👀

hehehheheHEHEHE 👀😏

I believe Slade knows, and knows it *very* well. HOWEVAH. Him using either entirely depends on whether or not he cares about the pleasure of the person he's having sex with. He's definitely not using the techniques on someone he's having a one time thing with, that he never wants to see again. Can't afford to have someone trail after him begging for more and/or have them recognize him out of all things because of it if he's on a mission or smth, y'know? bc yeah that will happen he's that good (man's got an ego to the moon). But if it's someone he wants around? Someone he wants to see again? He's never gonna tell them that, that's for sure but that orgasm WILL bring them back to him without fail. every. goddamn. time.

As for the other characters, Bruce knows them. And he's good at it. Selina taught him and it changed his mf life. He definitely uses them more leisurely than Slade, Brucie's a giver in bed and he just LOVES to see his partner's soul ascend from what he's doing to them. He's got a reputation to uphold and he'll literally die before he lets down a partner of his.

Dick knows too. I refuse to believe he wouldn't. But I feel like he would act like it's something incredibly normal. Like, he wouldn't even notice he's doing it, and he'd genuinely be surprised when his partner reveals it was the first time a man did that to them (eventually he'll realize that not everyone actually knows that or are bothered to do it, but he still wouldn't treat it as a special event kind of thing). He's just out there, casually raising the bar for everyone else. Dick game strong in every sense of the term babes.

Jason's case is a bit more complicated. If we take him right after his resurrection, them no he doesn't. Jason died a virgin, I will die on that hill, and whatever happened with Talia didn't actually happen I don't know what you mean. Bro's caught up in revenge and taking over a crime empire, he does NOT have the time for a game of dating and seduction. He's under so much stress, oh my god. And when he begins to chill, his partner is Roy, and Jaybird's not the one on top babes (again, HILL I WILL DIE ON). But Roy does teach him the trick so older Jay knows too. When he uses the tricks, it's already bc he trusts his partner enough to see him naked and vulnerable so it's pretty much always in a sweet way.

Since we're on the topic of Roy, well, he obviously knows. Roy "I seduced a dangerous international assassin to the point where she had my kid" Harper absolutely knows and he's SMUG about it. As the Youth™ says, bro's got rizz. He knows your exes weren't as good as him. By the time he's done with you, you won't even remember you had exes.

Tim read about it one time when he fell down a rabbit hole of research after opening the internet to (initially) look up romantic gestures idea. He tries to use it but it turns awkward the first few time, bc he treats it like any other skill and it just breaks the mood. Until he can find someone he trusts enough to practice with, he'll just refrain from doing it.

Steph knows. And she will openly criticize the men in her life that doesn't. Being ego checked by Steph is probably the most mortifying thing ever. "Oh? You don't know about those? Yikes... That's embarrassing. Yeah. Yeah no you should take down that tweet about being a sex god, yeah, you're just embarrassing yourself more now. Please stop" She's braver than any US marines.

(that's pretty much the main ones but if i forgot any lmk)

#slade wilson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #roy harper x reader #stephanie brown x reader #slade wilson #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #roy harper #steph brown #dc #batman #robin #tim drake x reader #tim drake #dc fic

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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PLEASE that Slade fic has me on my KNEES

I am dead. Dying. Oh my GOD.

Also???

THE ZIPPER 😭😭😭

THE EYE BLEACH 😭😭

If you ever write a part two to it or something else involving him just know I am RUNNING to your blog.

(Ps I read through your batfam stuff after finding you through your Slade fic, and I gotta say I love it <3 keep up the good work)

Bestie. Bestie I love you. Thank you so much for reading and for being so excited!!!!! Things that makes me wanna keep writing, y'know? 💜💜💜

Lemme tell you a secret. I'm currently finishing my thesis so I'm not gonna publish anything until AT LEAST june but. I've got a whole Slade x Nightshade arc planned and lined up. Not just a serie. An entire ARC. There is a part 2 in progress to Tango (possible smut? we'll see), a MASSIVE two parter with more dramatic themes to set the mood (cue to evil laughter) and a serie with a first part ALREADY written down topping 10k words (total number of parts still unknown) to follow through linking the crack fics that started it all and the Slade storyline.

Back in theatres this summer babes.

#not tagging anything #of you find this then you're in on the scoop

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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I’m obsessed! I have read everything on your masterlist over the last three days. It’s all SO SO good. I love your Nightshade Batsis!! It’s all incredible. You’re flippin amazing

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bestie 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

thank you so much omg this means a lot to me

#especially after my year long hiatus

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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Tango à Deux

Hi 👉👈 I hope you enjoy this one <3 I had fun writing it :)

Also, Nightshade!batsis is always somewhere between 25-30 years old (unless specified otherwise).

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Slade Wilson x batsis!reader (Nightshadeverse)

Word count: 4561

Warnings: 16+ content, swear words (a lot of 'em), heated making out

Summary: Hey, thoughts on a Batsis! (Or Supersis!) reader caught making out with Deathstroke of all people?

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“I think he saw me”

“You think he did?”

“Yep, saw me. Made eye contact and lifted his glass”

“Well that’s just superb”

“I mean, we knew he would spot us eventually but I didn’t think it would be this quick”

“Dick, it was announced everywhere we'd be here, and we're currently very visible on the balcony like this. So yeah. Slade would have found us instantly. And he knows we’re observing him now, so we can’t lose sight of him for a fraction of a second”

“What is he even doing here?”

“I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he's on a contract”

“Wow, really helpful, thanks”

“Hey, you asked–”

“Don't even start with that”

Your eyes went back and forth between Tim and Dick as they spiraled down, sipping your champagne. You refrained from pointing out to Tim that Slade had moved across the room to sit at the bar while he argued with Dick.

Tim rolled his eyes and Dick shook his head.

“Anyway. Moving on. Since he already knows we’re here, should we move to confront now?”

You sighed loudly, reminding your brothers you were still, in fact, right beside them. “It's funny how two of the most brilliant strategists I know turn into headless chickens as soon as Slade Wilson makes an appearance. What's so special about him that it makes you lose your mind like this anyway?”

They both looked at you like you had grown another head. Of course you knew who Slade Wilson was, and most importantly, what he was capable of. You had never gone toe to toe with the man yourself, but you knew he was a formidable foe whose prowess could easily rival your family's, and you knew that he could probably break your spine in half without really trying. Still, from up on the balcony, he didn't seem so threatening.

“You're joking right?” Dick asked, disbelief written all over his face.

You shrugged. “Doesn't seem like much to me”

“That's because you never fought him” Tim shook his head. “We'll come up with a plan, okay? We'll ambush him and drive him away–”

You rolled your eyes and let out an even louder sigh than before, effectively interrupting Tim. “There's really no need to cause a scene, boys”

“And what is your amazing plan then?” He raised an eyebrow. “Because he will make a scene if it’s not air tight”

“He’s right,” Dick nodded. “Going in like this is reckless and dangerous”

“Not if I go alone, it won’t be” You replied. “Trust me, okay?”

“Tiny wing,” He warned. “I know Slade, he’s not going to make this easy, not for one of us”

“Well, you know what they say” You knocked back your remaining champagne and shoved your glass into Dick's hands, then pivoted on the ball of your feet and made your way to the grand stairway. You paused after a few steps away, sending them a smug smirk over your shoulder. “Never send a man to do a woman's job”

You left them behind, stunned and confused by your choice of words. Then, just as you were about to be out of earshot, you heard Dick yell after you in half panic, half realization. “Wait, what do you mean by a woman’s job?”

You snickered under your breath at the sheer alarm in his voice, then sobered up your expression and masked all traces of anything but a polite façade. You easily slipped back into your Wayne heir role, greeting people as you passed them and smiling politely as was expected of you.

You finally made your way to the bar, spotting the silver hair and broad shoulders of your target. You made a show of sliding in the free seat next to him and flagged a waiter. His head turned slightly to the side, his one good eyes burning into you as you ordered your drink. He knew you knew he was watching you, but you kept your eyes forward, feigning to ignore him completely. Only once you received your drink did he speak.

“They resorted to sending the B team?” He asked, then gave a little unimpressed scoff. “Whatever you are up to, little bird, it won’t work”

You smiled for a second, electing to let his comment about being the B team slide as not to play his game. Still not looking at him, you folded the napkin in from of you into a neat triangle “You know, it is very rude not to ask the host of this soirée to a dance”

From the corner of your eye, you saw him pause to register your words. He took his sweet time to answer. “You're not hosting this”

You shrugged. “I financed it. Same difference”

“Daddy's money” He corrected. “Daddy's money financed it”

You finally turned your head in his direction and raised a challenging eyebrow. “Under my request”

He held eye contact for a good half of a minute, then scoffed and took a sip of his drink. He placed the glass back on the coaster and shook his head. “I would have believed your dancing card would be full by now” He said after a moment. “So many… tasteful men must have already asked you to accompany them”

“Ah yes, I suppose enough did to keep me busy all evening” Amusement danced in your eyes. “But perhaps I find them too tasteful for my liking, I wouldn't want busy to become boring”

He gave you a long look, as if appraising you for the first time. He adjusted his position in his seat. “You know, you’re coming off as pretty annoying. Coming right up to me and making demands like that”

The corners of your lips curved up in a subtle grin. “I prefer the term relentless”

“Oh, and she’s got vocabulary too” His tone turned condescending. Yet, he kept engaging with you instead of just leaving, as he should have done in the first place. “Where’d you learn that, prep school for rich brats?”

“Yeah, you should go someday, maybe they could do something with you too” You took another sip as his good eye narrowed, a careful annoyance brewing behind his brooding stare. “Y’know, find yourself better insults than ‘rich brat’. Frankly, it’s been overdone”

Oh yeah, if he didn’t want to throttle you to the sun before, he definitely did now.

“You’ve got a pretty mouth on you, kid” He took a deep breath and finished the rest of his drink. “But somebody’s gonna shut it for you permanently if you don’t learn to be more careful who you use it against”

“Many have tried, just as many have failed” You sighed. “If only there was something you could do about it. Something I made very obvious in the very first words I spoke to you”

His jaw clenched and you didn’t even try to conceal the glee it brought to you to rile him up this way. Yeah, he could kill you before anyone could stop him, but even he wasn’t as stupid to openly kill the princess of Gotham, especially not in front of your two brothers who anxiously watched his every move. Dealing with the whole batch of bats sounded like a headache and an effective way to never be left alone for the rest of his life. So he bit his cheek and decided to indulge in this game of yours a little bit longer.

“You’re not gonna leave until you get a fucking dance, are you?”

You laughed in a short, melodic tone that took him by surprise. “No, I don’t think I am”

He grumbled and got out of his seat, offering you his arm. Gotcha. “Be careful what you wish for, Miss Wayne”

With satisfaction written all over your face, you slid out of your seat and linked your arm with his. As he led you to the dancefloor, the pair of you attracted stares from all over the room. Slade was a handsome man, and the suit that previously allowed him to blend in with the crowd now made him stand out as a wealthy and classy older bachelor. If only they could see him in his other suit, you thought. Then perhaps they would stare for a completely different reason.

The live band took notice of your arrival in the middle of the dancefloor and began to play a rather high tempo valse carrying a melody in minor notes that made you feel like you were in one of those dramatic movies. With a stiff hand on your waist and the other in a cold grasp around yours, you began to spin around with the other couples that had joined in, gliding around them like they weren't even there. From truly up close like you were right now, Slade was much more impressive. His strong frame only added to his already intimidating height; you could almost see the seams of his jacket straining around his shoulders. You had never really paid attention to how attractive he was before tonight, but having him right here in front of you, you couldn't help but gratuitously check him out.

“Something interesting about my neck, miss Wayne?” He didn't even look at you when he spoke, choosing instead to do a visual swipe of the room.

“Hm, simply admiring the view, that's all” You replied easily before a wicked grin took over your expression. “Why, are you afraid I might bite it off?”

He finally gave you a deadpan look. “You're not ready for this fight, kid”

“Easy tiger, I was joking” You rolled your eyes. “... Unless that's something you're into”

You could feel his muscles go rigid for a second by the way his hands tightened around yours like a reflex, before he masked his reaction. When he met your eyes again, the annoyance was back ten folds.

“Resorting to flirting to extract knowledge from your target?” He asked, unimpressed, then scoffed. “How juvenile and predictable”

You tilted your head to the side. “And what would I want to know?”

He opened his mouth to reply, then closed it almost instantly. You smirked.

“I know you're here for a target” You filled his silence. He kept his expression neutral. “I could ask who they are, but I hardly care, to be honest. Most of these are rich assholes, and they suck”

“Yet you are one one them” He tsked.

“Astute observation” You made a mocking face, then faked a gasp. “Am I your target?”

He spun you in a circle, making your dress flow beautifully around you, and brought you flush against his chest. He leaned forward until his mouth hovered above your ear. “You'd already be dead if I was here for you”

He then took a step back to regain a respectful distance and kept going. You let yourself be guided for a few seconds afterwards, lightheaded from the quick sequence of action that had just happened. Somehow, the way he said those words activated the primal part of your brain, and for some reason, you found it incredibly hot. Ignoring the fact that you were now threading in dangerous territory, you forced yourself out of your daze and focused on the task at hand.

“My my, Mr. Wilson, you do know how to talk to a lady” You teased, but there was a breathlessness in your voice that undoubtedly didn't go unnoticed by him. For the first time of the night, smugness and satisfaction shone quietly in his good eye. “Be still my heart”

“So you weren't just being poetic when you said tasteful men bored you” He remarked. “I wasn't quite expecting that of the famous princess of Gotham, although I should have. You're most acquainted with violence, after all”

“If only you knew half of it…” You trailed off as the song came to an end.

Yet, he didn't release you nor did he walk away. The next song began and you easily fell into the rhythm as if you had practiced the steps together a thousand times.

“Color me intrigued”

“Now, now, Mr. Wilson” You clicked your tongue at him. “This hardly seems fair, that I'm the only one to reveal information like this, don't you think?”

His chuckle was devoid of actual humour as he realized where you had been leading him all along. You had carefully roped him in his own curiosity and he had willingly jumped into the net. “Devious little minx”

You grinned. “I propose a simple exchange. A secret for a name”

You didn't have to specify which name, it was already a given. How much money was worth his target anyway? Nothing that was significant in the grand scheme of things; nothing he would notice in his already overflowing bank account. However, it seemed the little bat he had yet to meet before tonight was an interesting character, to say the least. He first thought you to be this annoyingly chirpy bird like Grayson, always righteous and perfectly golden… Until you weren't. He didn't have you quite figured out yet, but you were the kind of trouble that if left unchecked, could become a real problem.

He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to see it all unfold.

“A secret for a name” He repeated with a hum, then gave you a stern look. “You better make it good, because that's half a mil you now owe me”

“I'll personally hand deliver you a check for that amount if you deem I wasted your time”

“I'll hold you to that, Miss Wayne” He said before directing his attention to the balcony, where your brothers still watched you. Once they made eye contact, Slade mouthed the name Andreas Barletti, and your brothers were off in a second. “Hope they’ve got him out by the time we’re done here, or I’m going after him anyway”

“I’m certain we won’t get to that point, Mr. Wilson” You replied. “My brothers are quite efficient when a life is at stakes, I’m sure you know it as well as I do”

“Unfortunately I do” He said as he pulled you into another spin, slipping calculatedly between two elderly couples. You barely grazed them as you passed them, gracefully gliding across the floor. “Now you better make good on your promise”

“Of course” You smiled. “I’ll even be so nice as to let you choose which kind of secret you want to know. Would you be interested in some prime blackmail material on any of these gentlemen in the room tonight? Perhaps dirty laundry on their wives? Buried fiscal scandals that could crumble an empire or two? Or maybe I could be extra nice for your willing cooperation and offer to reveal a secret somewhat of a… personal nature?”

“Personal?” He raised an eyebrow. “This doesn’t seem very smart from a strategic standpoint. But if you’re offering…” He paused as he dipped you low and brought you back flush to him. “Then I’d rather learn something I could use against you one day”

“A man of vision, I like it” Your lips curved upward as you did your best to ignore how your heartbeat accelerated at his actions for the second time in as many songs. You were sure he could feel it beating against his chest from how tightly he held you up against him. Oh yeah, he could definitely crush your spine one handed like this, and you were certain he wasn’t even near applying a percentage of strength in the double digits. The fact that your brain didn’t bother to sound any alarm to get the hell out of there was concerning, to say the least. “Alright then. Look around, tell me what you see”

He gave you a skeptical eye, but nonetheless directed his gaze around the crowd of people dancing the dancefloor. After a moment, it returned to you. “Lots of people looking, but most of them not because they enjoy watching ballroom dance”

“And?”

He kept his eye on you. “Women irked because you’re stealing all the attention, I’m gonna guess it’s a common occurrence by how so many of them are rolling their eyes to the back of their skull” He smirked. “Men watching with envy, impatient for us to finish to be the next in line. Did you tell any of them you wouldn’t dance at all tonight, by any chance?”

“I did” You admitted shamelessly. You had no plan of dancing with anyone who came up to you and asked for a dance, throwing any subtlety whatsoever out of the window that they were trying to match you with them. With every year that went by, Gotham’s high society put more and more pressure on you to marry, seeing you as nothing more really than the highest prize to be won for all the bachelors in town. You leaned closer to Slade’s ear. “And I love that it pisses them off. All of them. Because it reminds them that they’ll never be on my level, that they’ll never be able to have me, knowing damn well they can’t even do a thing about it lest they make an enemy out of me. Which they definitely cannot afford”

The song finished as you slowly pulled back to a blank face and a dark eye analysing your words. You smiled and patted his arm as you let his grip fall.

“Do what you may with this information, Mr. Wilson” You said as you took one, then two steps back. “It’s yours now. And please, let me know if I gotta take my checkbook out”

You turned your back to him, and before you could count to three, you felt his hand fall on your lower back and drag you along with him. His whole body was strained as he marched through the crowd with purpose towards the back of the room, his jaw clenched the whole way. You didn’t dream to resist, unsure you even successfully could, had you wanted to. He pushed the door open and all but shoved you through it, making sure it shut behind you.

“Now Miss Wayne, did you think you could say something like that and just walk away?” He stalked towards you like a wolf, slowly cornering you against the nearest wall.

“I certainly tried” You felt your eyes light up in anticipation. Did you plan on having him drag you to a fire exit with the promise of a good time? No. You didn’t even plan for him to be into it at all, to be honest. But were you mad about it? Absolutely not. The fact alone that you managed to get him to this point–big strong scary and most importantly unapproachable Deathstroke–was impressive enough on its own, you wouldn’t end it now. Besides, he was hot and you also were into it. “Does that mean a no on the check–”

The full force of his body crashing against you sent your mind into overdrive, as did the feeling of his rough lips against yours. It sent electric shocks down your spine, either from the fact that you were hiding and making out like desperate teenagers, or from the power trip that came from having the Slade Wilson desperate to get a taste. At this point, you didn’t even care to differentiate the two feelings. All you could focus on was his hands holding onto your hips and probably leaving bruises for days to come, as well as his powerful thigh keeping you in place at his mercy. The vintage blend of whiskey he was sipping earlier was still on his breath and his tongue, invading your senses on yet another front. Slade Wilson was a good kisser, you decided.

“Fuck” You pulled back to catch your breath as his mouth targeted your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled, extracting a low growl from him that made your core tighten. “Keep it up and I might not even make it out of that dress”

“Oh I’m sure we’ll find a way” His voice was rough and breathless. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the simple sound of it. “Unless you purposely want me to ruin it, since you apparently enjoy to make everyone jealous”

“Only if I get to ruin your suit right back”

“Deal” He gave you a predatory smirk, then his lips were on yours again.

He was halfway done with the back zipper of your dress when the door was violently shoved open. You only reacted when your name was rather loudly shouted, making your eyes fly open and freeze in place.

“We saw you being dragged away, are you oka–OH MY GOD”

You were suddenly mortified as you watched Dick dramatically turn around and shield his eyes. Tim beside him was just gaping at this sight, horror etching onto his every feature. You redirected your gaze straight ahead over Slade’s shoulder, unable to look at either of them. Any other guest at the party finding you like this, you wouldn’t have minded. But there was something extremely weird about your brothers witnessing you sucking face with one of their greatest enemies, especially for Dick.

Slade slowly straightened up, not a trace of embarrassment on his face. In a smooth move, he zipped back up your dress, somehow adding to the awkwardness of the room. The little smug grin on his lips told you he did it on purpose.

“Bleach” Tim finally said as he willed his eyes to finally shut. “I need bleach for my eyes”

“Grayson. Drake.” Slade greeted casually as he took a step back from you and glanced briefly at them. Then, his eye was back on you. “Miss Wayne, it was a pleasure doing business with you. Let’s do this again soon, yeah?”

You only gave him a tight smile, watching him button back his jacket and retreat in the main room. The atmosphere he left behind was tense and neither of you could look at each other.

You fixed your hair and the neckline of your dress, then took a deep breath. “I’m gonna kill the both of you”

“Kill us?” Dick shrieked. “Why on earth would you even make ou– EURGH I can’t even say it!”

“You literally barged in without even knocking!” You yelled back. “I’m not the one at fault here”

“We saw you getting dragged away to a fire exit by fucking Deathstroke!” Tim said as he pressed his palms to his eyes. “We thought you were in danger!”

“WHEN did I give any signal I was in danger? I swear to god–”

“You wanted us to take a chance when–”

“GUYS!” You cut him off. “You didn’t stop and think for a second that I wouldn’t have let myself be dragged away just like that if I truly needed help? I’m not a fucking damsel in distress”

“But whyyyyyy” Dick whined. “Why did it have to be him?”

You gave him a blank stare. “He was the one we needed to stop”

“Yeah but he gave you the name!” He argued back. “He gave it to you way before… Wait did you– did you trade the name of his target for se–”

“NO” You yelled before he could finish the word. “No I did not, jesus fucking christ”

“So whatever happened here was unrelated to your task?” Tim drew his eyebrows together in contempt. “That’s so much worse what the fuck, why would you even do that?”

“Cause he’s hot”

That was enough to make your brothers yell unintelligibly again. You had to admit, you could have said something different if you hadn’t let impulse answer the question for you. But they were the one who possibly ruined your chance to hook up with Slade, so they kinda deserved it. You only scoffed at their reaction.

“Oh come, stop being dramatic for a second, especially you, Dick” You snipped. “You know damn well what I’m talking about, and you’re only reacting this way because you were too much of a coward to make out with him first”

He gasped. Loudly.

Even Tim’s jaw hung a bit open. You only raised a challenging eyebrow at your older brother, doubling down on your accusation. Dick’s lack of defense only served to prove your point.

“Snake much?” It was all he could say.

“Hiss hiss bitch, you snooze you lose”

Then another offended gasps. Tim looked between you two like a fascinating tennis match.

“You know what” Dick spoke up again after he collected himself. “Enjoy the lecture from Bruce. You can try and justify your crimes to him”

Your back went rigid and your eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare”

The half a second long smirk he gave you back was pure evil, until he covered it with his usual angel, innocent expression. “I will have to give him a report. I’m just sayin’ I’ll tell the truth of what I saw with my own eyes”

“Oh that’s real low” You grumbled as you glared daggers at him. The second Bruce knew of it, you knew you’d be in the cave for hours listening to him berate you for not only going in a room alone with a known enemy, but also making out with said enemy. You had violated so many protocols by your little stint alone, and you wouldn’t have really minded that lecture if it had been just that. But it would be uncomfortable for both you and Bruce to levels that had never been reached before.

“Not so smug anymore now, are you?”

“I will choke you in your sleep”

“And I wish I had tripped and taken a plunge down the grand staircase” Tim interjected. “So I wouldn’t have had to witness the last five minutes of whatever the fuck happened here. Now I don’t think I can ever erase from my memory the things I’ve seen or the things I’ve heard. Thanks a lot for the nightmares. I’ll send you my therapy bill”

You huffed and crossed your arms against your chest. “Well, let that be a lesson for the both of you. If I’m dragged somewhere and I don’t give any indication that I am nervous about it, don’t follow me”

“Yeah, I’m never making that mistake again” He grimaced. “I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. Last time I walked in on Jay and Roy, they thought I wasn’t there but I was”

“Oh Tim” You frowned with pity. “You oughta be careful. Especially with them, they always have the weirdest role plays”

“God I know” He cried. “It’s the kind of horror that sticks with you”

“Yeah, no, I concur” Dick finally sighed. “I also made that mistake. Once, then I said never again”

You paused, your frown deepening. “Have we all… Walked in on them?”

Dick nodded slowly. “They’ll say they don’t do it on purpose, but I know Harper too much to believe that”

Silence fell over once again.

“So…” You began after a few minutes. “You’re not gonna tell Bruce, right?”

Dick stared at you, calm and relaxed. Somehow, it did not make you feel like it was a good thing for you, and his next words only confirmed what you already knew.

“Oh yeah, I definitely will”

You swore loud enough for the bartender to flinch.

#slade wilson x reader #slade wilson x batsis!reader #slade wilson x f!reader #batfam x reader #batfam fic #dick grayson #tim drake #dc #dc fic

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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Hey, thoughts on a Batsis! (Or Supersis!) reader caught making out with Deathstroke of all people?

Hi! This ask had been in my drafts since forever, cuz when I got it I was in the process of writing a fic just about that. But I had no idea when my inspiration would be back so I decided to do do a very short piece in bullet points, but I never really finished it in a way that I liked. So it collected dust basically, I am so sorry about that anon.

But now the actual fic is almost finished. Gonna post it within the next week ;)

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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Love for a Bat (in the Modern Age)

Hi 😳😳😳 It's been a while, how's everybody doing? So um, yeah. Sorry about that long absence. Life, y'know. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little warm up piece even though it came out approximately 4 days too late for Valentine's day. But hey, another one to add to the Nightshade!batsis collection ;)

Pairing: batsis!reader x batfam

Word count: 2734

Warnings: semi bad language

Summary: The bat boys have noble intentions in love, but severely lack the capacity to prioritize their own well being when faced with the choice between a date and saving the city. Luckily for them, this year they have you to help out.

Dick’s frantic entrance in the cave was anything but subtle. He climbed down the stairs so fast it sounded like he was literally tumbling down and kept muttering shit shit shit over and over again under his breath. Or not so much, as someone up on the second floor could probably hear him as clear as day.

“I am in so much trouble”

In any other circumstances, you would have worried about how frantic and desperate he sounded. Yet, you suppressed a self satisfied grin and spun your chair around to face him. Dick was either becoming more predictable with age, or just just knew him that well. Either way, he would soon find out his emergency wasn’t one. You just wanted to enjoy making your big brother squirm for a little bit longer.

“What’s up Dickie?” You asked with your most suspicious, best fake innocent voice, but it went right over his head. Poor thing must truly be distressed for him to miss so many clues.

“I meant to call and make a reservation for tonight” He groaned, hiding his face behind his hands. “But then B called me on a case, then there was this whole Poison Ivy thing that took me out for like a week, and things kept on piling and now they’re full and Babs texted me earlier to confirm we were still on and I said yes but I have no idea how I’m gonna pull this oh my god I messed up so bad–”

“Hey, deep breaths” You cut him off as you stood up and went to him. “It was that dessert place, yes?”

The Sugarcloud Lounge had opened a little less than a year prior and had quickly become a must try in Gotham. You had dropped by one time your patrol had stretched until the morning light was well settled and was lucky enough to get your hand on a fresh out of the oven cupcake, and you could confirm, it tasted like it was a gift from the gods hand delivered to you specifically. They regularly hosted dessert tasting events, but their Valentine's Day Dessert Madness was probably the most anticipated of them all, their first time slot on the 14th having been completely booked in less than a day. The other time slots throughout the day had taken more time to book, but it would be foolish to hope there was anything left on the day of.

Luckily for him, Dick liked to babble, informing you of that plan of his months ago, before the bookings even opened.

“Yeah” He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “She’s so excited to try out all those desserts. Especially the strawberry cream tartelette parfaite. That’s French for perfect tartlet, (y/n). I don’t think I have the strength to tell her I didn’t get a reservation”

“Oh, that’s terrible” You replied, patting his shoulder. “If only you had some sort of, I don’t know, awesome sister that knows you all too well and managed to get a reservation for two under your name as soon as the bookings opened.”

“Well, that’s–” He went still for a second as your words registered in his brain. Then, his face peeked out from his hands, his eyes as wide as saucers. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying your booking is at 8” You grinned, then let it drop completely. “Don’t be late”

Shock was still written all over his face as he fully understood the situation. You had pretty much just saved his ass and his whole Valentine’s day evening. Color returned to his skin and his eyes were bright again as a blinding smile slowly stretched on his lips. “Oh my god”

“Not quite, I’ll give you one more try–”

You barely saw him move as he swooped you in a bone crushing hug, lifting you off your feet. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you, holy shit, you’re the beeeeeeeest”

You couldn't help but laugh as he gently put you down on your feet. He was vibrating with newfound excitement, and it was adorable to watch. “You’re very welcome”

“I’m gonna make this up to you, I swear”

“Make this up to me by not being late” You joked as you began pushing him toward the exit of the Batcave.”Now go get ready, shoo”

“Okay okay” He chuckled as he began jogging backward. “You’re the best, I love you!”

“Love you too, have fun!” You waved at him before he turned around to climb back up the stairs.

You watched him retreat with a fond smile on your face, knowing your brother and one one your closest friend would have a great time where they would be able to prioritize their happiness for once without having the weight of the world on their shoulder. Besides, both Dick and Babs needed a little time off to breathe anyway. And if this pause was also surrounded by delicious godsent desserts, then it was all the better.

“How long have you been standing there like a creep?”

Jason made a disinterested sound and stepped out of the shadows, walking until he was standing shoulder to shoulder with you, staring in the direction of where Dick disappeared. “Long enough. That was almost impressive, Cupid. Now he’s gonna take your side in every debate for months, no matter what stupid point you bring. Thanks”

You smirked. “Well, someone’s feeling the spirit of Valentine’s day tonight”

“It’s a stupid holiday to force people to think they need to buy gifts to prove they love their significant others” He scoffed, crossing his arms against his chest. “The only spirit I’m feeling is capitalism, and I’m not having fun”

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being, then searched your jacket pocket until your fingers wrapped around a small flash drive. You held it up toward him. “This flash drive holds 25 of the best movies ever made by your standard. All director’s cut, original format and original language. Roy’s waiting for you at your place with a fifty for pizza”

He didn’t answer for a few seconds.

“... If you want to, of course” You slowly began to pull back the drive towards you. “Valentine’s day being a shrine to capitalism and all–”

Quicker than lighting, he snatched the drive from your hands. You could have teased him at that moment, but you didn’t; it wasn’t your goal today. You’d get him another time, god knows there will be plenty of opportunities to do so in the near future. You watched him as he stared at the small red USB key, then up at you.

“Did you organize that?”

You shrugged. “Roy already had a mind to come. I paid for his plane ticket and pitched the movie idea to him. He told me which movie to compile, that’s all him”

He blinked one, then looked down. “That’s thoughtful” He mumbled, then spoke more clearly. “Thanks, Tiny Wing. It means a lot”

“Don’t mention it” You bumped his shoulder with yours. “Now go have fun. Say hi to Roy for me”

If you didn’t know better, you would have sworn it was a smile that formed on his lips. Either way, the way his face had lightened up in the last minutes was unmistakable. “Will do” He said as he nodded, then exited the cave the same way Dick had.

You took a few steps back and leaned on the desk, and predictably, Bruce came in next with Alfred in tow. However, you raised an eyebrow at how Bruce was dressed. He was in full batsuit minus the cowl, his cape flowing behind him as he chatted with Alfred about the new firewall he installed on the computers.

“Ah, (y/n), I was wondering if–”

“What’s that on you?” You cut him off, wagging a finger to his outfit.

Bruce looked down at himself, slightly confused, as he patted the suit for anything amiss. He took the time to double check, then returned his eyes on you with question marks written all over them. “Uh, the batsuit?”

“Yeah” You replied. “Why do you have it on?”

He looked to Alfred, who gave him no clue whatsoever as to what you were on about. “... Patrol?”

You gave him a deadpan stare. It was obvious he would have tried something like that, and that’s why you had been in the cave for hours now to be sure to intercept him before he went out, but seeing it unfold in front of your eyes sure was something else. Unbelievable. “Bruce, you have a date with Selina in just a bit more than an hour”

“I know” He frowned. “I’m just doing a quick sweep around the city, just to make sure everything is alright, I have enough time”

“You most certainly do not” You shook your head. “Now get that off and go get ready”

He was taken aback for a second, then his frown returned a bit deeper. “The city always come first, (y/n), you know that”

“Nuh-uh. Not tonight” You stood your ground, resisting the urge to mimic Alfred’s subtle amused smirk. “Selina comes first tonight. Now go get changed, your nice suit she likes has been dry cleaned and ironed. Worry about not messing up your hair, nothing else”

“But–”

“NO BUTS” You shut him off. “Damian and I will take care of patrol tonight, I’ll be on watch and do it by your rules while you go on your date with Selina. That is non-negotiable dad, so don’t even try it”

He recoiled at the finger you practically jammed in his face, then looked to Alfred once again for help. “Where did she learn to be this threatening?”

Alfred, without missing a beat and without giving away any reaction, replied “I believe she learned it from you, Master Bruce”

Betrayal fell over Bruce’s face. “Alright, I see how it is. I am being kicked out of my own cave by my daughter. Fine, I’ll go”

You waited until he stomped out of the cave and shut the door close behind before letting out a sigh of relief. All things considered, forcing him not to go on patrol went pretty well. “Thanks for the assist, Alfred”

“It was merely an observation” His amused air returned. “You did most of the heavy lifting on this one, Master (y/n). I must congratulate you, your determination to make him uphold his commitment to Miss Selena was remarkable”

You brushed your hand dismissively. “You said it yourself, I just used his own medicine against him. Stubbornness runs in this family, what can I say”

“It does indeed”

“Now there’s only one left” You said as you glanced at the door. Usually, Tim arrived a little bit later, but you were surprised when you heard the door open so quickly after Bruce’s departure. “Ah, there he is”

Tim lazily jogged down the stairs in sweatpants, munching on a cookie and scrolling down his phone. He barely looked up to acknowledge you and Alfred before he popped in the chair beside you. He kept watching his phone until he felt your glance on him, after which he slowly looked up. He took in the usually busy cave at this time of the evening, only to find out it was empty. Well, beside Alfred, and you, who kept staring at him.

“Where’s everybody?” He finally asked.

“Preparing their Valentine’s day evening” You replied coolly.

He scoffed. “Valentine’s day isn’t until next week, are they having an early all family dinner or what?”

You kept looking at him and shook your head. “Tim. It's today”

“No way, I literally checked my calendar this morning…” He trailed off as his eyes went wide. His thoughts were comically loud as he realized more time had passed than he had even realized, until panic took over his every features and made him shoot up on his feet “Fuck. FUCK. I didn't get Bernard anything”

“I know Timmy. That's why I rented the Gotham Aquarium for the night” You said as you held an arm forward to block his path, so he wouldn't run away from you. “You'll have a private tour and a dive with the rays. A car will pick Bernard up and drop him at the aquarium at 7 on the dot, so I suggest you get there first to greet him”

Oh yeah, that sent his brain into overdrive alright. “What”

“I know, I'm amazing” You grinned.

“But. How?” He blinked rapidly. “You came up with that? For me? But why? And where did you even find the time to organize all this?”

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Tim. You're working so much that you black out and literally lose chunks of time. It's the least I can do to help you out and most importantly, give you some time off with Bernard. Things have been much quieter on my end lately, so it was no burden at all”

“It's literally the best date ever” Finally, a smile appeared on his face. “Thank you so much, I don't know how I'll ever repay you”

“Well, for a starter, I could meet him” You half joked. You hadn't met Bernard yet even after hearing so much about him; there was just never a right occasion for it. Still, you were curious about the boy who stole your favourite brother's heart. “For the rest, don't worry about it. Just have fun”

“Yeah definitely, for all of that” He gestured vaguely as he was already halfway out of the cave. “You’re the best, hands down, thank you!”

And then he ran off, already shrugging his hoodie off. You shook your head with a small smile and returned your attention on the city monitors to flag the more active sectors for the night and brief Damian as soon as he would be ready to go. You still had about half an hour until sunset and the boys were all taken care of, allowing you to take care of the last minute preparations for your run in peace of mind.

“I must say, it is very kind of you, the way you helped out Master Timothy and Master Bruce” Alfred began quietly. You glanced at him over your shoulder and smiled. “I suppose you accorded the same favour to Master Richard and Master Jason?”

“Yep” You nodded and returned your eyes to the screen.

“Giving them all the night off was quite generous” He hummed. “Handling Gotham alone with Master Damian for the entire night won’t be an easy task, however”

“I know” You replied softly. “But I don’t really mind, not in these circumstances. All of them… They work hard enough and never take time for themselves or time with their partner. I just thought I could do that for them. It didn’t require much effort on my part, and if it can make them happy… They deserve it, and it’s all that matters right now”

You would so dangle it against them later to get what you want, but for now, you were just content with making sure they had an evening they could enjoy without worrying about patrol and crime. An evening for them. This life was a hard one, it took away a lot from all of you, mostly in the form of sucking out all happiness from interpersonal relations. You knew that as much as them, so it was only the right thing to do. You didn’t have a partner to go back to, or close friends to celebrate with who also wouldn’t be on a date tonight, so it was only fair to be the one to stay behind and take watch. And you were good with that, even if it meant you would take on more than you should.

“You know you deserve happiness too, right?”

Your smile faltered just a little bit. You didn’t want to think about how you were still single this year, or how you just couldn’t seem to keep relationships long enough to last until Valentine’s day. Maybe you went all out for your family to make yourself feel a little bit better through others’ happiness, or maybe you did it to distract yourself. But there was no point in envy or in delusion, not now, not ever.

“Maybe one day, Alfred. Maybe one day”

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