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captaincapsicle83 · 2 months

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One Night Stand

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I don't know if anyone's noticed, but Clint Barton is my muse and he runs the cult...that I'm...in (I hope we get the reference or I sound insane). I just like writing silly Clint into my silly stories, I just noticed that theme.

TW: cursing, mentions of glass, mentions of injury,

Summary: You wake up the night after one of Tony Starks' biggest parties. And you're not in YOUR bedroom.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Tony Stark x reader (platonic), Bruce Banner x reader (platonic)

You wake up, light streaming through the blinds onto your face. You groan. This is why you got rid of the blinds, light always came through them.

...wait a minute.

You already got rid of the blinds.

You shot up in your bed. The bed. It wasn't yours. This pillow wasn't yours, this black comforter wasn't yours, and these clothes...

Holy mother fucker of Odinson.

You weren't wearing any clothes.

"What the fuck?" You say, out loud and clear. Something stirs in the bed.

You look over in horror, and an unidentified lump is hidden beneath the covers.

Okay, you think. Nows your chance. Nows your chance to be a reasonable adult, and talk this out with this person.

(Within seconds you have gathered your lost articles of clothing and dashed out of the strangers room).

You were lucky in a sense, the sense being that this person lived in the tower that your best friend owned. Him and all his avenger friends lived here, and he gave you a room on his floor that you used sometimes.

Oh shit.

You slept with an avenger.

And it wasn't even Thor. He wasn't ok earth right now. That sucked. He was on your bucket list.

You sat on your bed, pouting mostly, wanting desperately to nurse your throbbing hangover.

You didn't quite have the guts to leave the room just yet. You remembered the in-building AI right at that moment.

"Friday," you croacked out. Your mouth was horribly dry, and you were also in desperate need of some chapstick. "Where's Tony?"

You weren't sure exactly the extent of what the AI could do, but she seemed happy to answer you.

"Mr. Stark is in his lab, accompanied by Dr. Banner. Would you like me to page him for you?"

"Can I just...go there?" You asked. Your room was much darker, having black out curtains instead of blinds.

Curse the blinds. And their creator. Edward Bevan. Curse him.

"Of course, Miss L/n."

Luckily for you, you knew where Tony's lab was, and what floor number to press in the elevator.

You kept your eyes closed on the blinding ride down, the bright fluorescent lights giving you an aneurysm.

The lights in the lab were even worse.

You walked into the room, eyes squinted and using your hands to shield yourself. Tony clearly found this hilarious, chuckling like an idiot.

Not even chuckling. The bastard was giggling.

"Lights not made for a hangover sweetheart," He shook his head, and you shit him a snarl and a death glare. Bruce gave you a sympathetic look and was holding out a bottle of water.

"You know any trusted detectives?" You asked, smiling at Bruce, and taking the drink from him gratefully.

"Ooh, for what?" Tony asked, looking intrigued. "Spill the tea sis."

You did, two mouths were agape when you finished.

After a minute of silence, Tony whips his head towards Bruce, "Was it-?"

"No!" Bruce scowls, then cringes and looks at you. "Not that-...I'm not saying...I wasn't even drinking last night, I would remember."

"Oh-kay," Tony says, exasperated. "We'll it wasn't me-"

"Thank god."

"It wasn't...Thor."

"Unfortunately."

"And it wasn't Peter...he doesn't have a room here."

"And he's a child!" You mention, giving Tony a disgusted look.

He waves you off, tapping a little metal tool to his forehead, presumably to help him think.

"Anything you remember? Did you get a look at them?"

You think about what you could possibly remember. Last thing last night was downing shots with Tony and a bunch of his friends, and getting told names you didn't commit to memory.

"They still have blinds in their room," you throw out there, shrugging. Nothing else came to mind.

"Friday," Tony calls out. "How many avengers on the 93rd floor have blinds in their room still?"

"About 7 sir," she answers. The only woman who would ever call Tony Stark, and the likes of him, sir.

"Which ones?"

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Wilson, Vision, Miss Romanoff, Mr. Barton, Mr. Barnes, and Dr. Banner."

"Yay!" Tony says, and you can't pin if it was sarcastic. "That leaves six."

"Yay," you and Bruce both answer monotonously.

"Hmm," Tony taps his chin. "Do you think putting out a message, asking who got laid recently, would be too bold."

"A little," you responded, arms crossed.

Tony sat down at his table, you following, and poor Bruce too, who clearly was sucked into this against his better judgement.

"You don't happen to remember what room?"

You did not. You had dashed so quickly, and it all kinda looked the same.

"Who do you want it to be?" Tony whispered. "We can just...let you pick and say you did 'em."

"Bartons kinda hot," you shrugged.

"Bartons kinda married," Tony mimicked your expression.

"He was...big...er..."

"Are you fat shaming your fuck buddy y/n?"

"No! I'm just saying...They werent...I dont think it was Natasha."

"Yeah, neither do I. So, assuming Bartons faithful, that leaves three men and a robot."

"Does vision have a-..."

"No."

"So then, that's three men," you say.

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Tony invited you to lunch with the team. Subtle.

You, him, and poor Bruce (still looped into the mess) stood at the back of the room.

"Okay, so...I was thinking," Bruce starts. Tony looks surprised at the input and begs him to go on. "Well, if everyone's here, you can go look at those threes rooms, and see if they look...familiar?"

Bruce's suggestion let's a hush fall over the three of you.

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The first room you entered, Sam Wilson's. You knew immediately it wasn't the right one, it being surprisingly bright in nature.

But, you were a nosy little fucker, and therefore when you saw the pictures that, from afar, looked a lot like Captain America fanart, you had to take a gander.

A few cellphone photos later, and you stuffed the drawings back into the drawer they were sticking out of. You thought about the luxury snooping would be, but figured your luck was being pressed already.

The next room was right next to it, belonging to Bucky Barnes.

You turned the handle of the door, carefully making your way in while watching the hallway. You had to be sure no one saw you enter.

Your back still to the room, you carefully and quietly shut the bedroom door. You had your phone still out, in your right hand.

You turned around, and dropped the Stark branded cellphone to the ground. It was new, without a case, therefore you were probably shit out of luck.

You didn't have time to check on it though, because your bright ass didn't check the room for occupants.

Well, occupant. The occupant.

Bucky Barnes.

The blinds were open, shining midday light into the room. The dark bedding was in a disarray ok the mattress, a clear indicator of a rush out of it.

The man looked at you, mouth slightly agape. Your mind was racing, a thousand miles a minute, trying to find a good way to break the silence.

"Did I have have sex with you?" You wanted to slap yourself silly.

He seems to have to take the time to pick his jaw up off the floor. He clears his throat (ew, fuck, was that attractive? Were you attracted to that?), and says, "Well...maybe I need to explain a few things."

"Do you?" You question, your voice about ten octaves above where it normally sat. How many times could you ask yourself, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He seemed to swallow (and you only noticed because you were absolutely OGLING his features), and trys to talk, coming up with nothing.

He motions for you to sit down on the little couch he had, matching his dark aesthetic.

"Let me just tell you what happened last night."

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"Do you still have a dartboard?!" You screamed into Tony's ear. No reason to. It was the after party of the real party, the only people left were the residents of the tower.

"Ooh! Yes! Darts!" Tony hopped up, like a joyful child.

"No!" Steve grabbed the back of Tony's shirt, pulling him back. Tony's dramatic ass flopped himself onto the floor, whining like a toddler.

"I never get to do anything fun!"

You had abandoned the idea of darts, and were now playing a game of dodgeball with Clint. Except that there were no balls, only drinking glasses.

It was around that time the sober members elected to take the drunkest of the drunk to bed.

Steve took Tony, Bucky chose you over Clint (leaving Nat stuck with him).

Clint collapsed himself to the floor, smashing his knee on a pile of drinking glass shards (you had missed).

"Point by omission!" You yelled like a battle cry.

Bucky touched your shoulder, "Cmon doll, let's head to bed."

"For you? Anything!" You threw the glass you were holding in Clints direction, and he screamed at you in Arabic (no one knew Clint spoke Arabic. Upon questioning, neither did he).

Bucky got you to the hallway, and that was about as much as he could do without picking you up and carrying you to bed, which he admitted he would have if you didn't scream in protest when he tried.

He led you to your room, and left.

He got in his bed, closed his eyes, and let out a breath. Before he could process the sound of his door open, you catapulted yourself onto the bed.

Apparently, he tried to send you back a couple times, but after that you would start removing articles of clothing everytime you came in.

Well, that explained that situation.

"So I eventually just let you stay," Bucky shrugged. "I was tired."

You couldn't decided whether to laugh or cry, finally saying, "Holy fuck, I'm so sorry."

Bucky let out a loud laugh, his smile cresting dimples under his eyes, "Trust me, don't worry about it. Steve is a much worse drunk."

"I'm gonna need that story."

"I could tell it to you over dinner," You almost don't take it in before saying yes. You only hesitate slightly, before smiling and agreeing.

That smooth fucker.

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #tony stark #bruce banner #clint barton #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #marvel mcu #one night stand

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radiance1 · 7 months

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there’s this one post that really inspired me but I don’t know where it was and shifting through liked posts will just give me an aneurysm so Imma just say my add on ideas stuff

Danny is a look alike of Thomas Wayne and Bruce watches as Danny phases through Jason’s grave and picks him up and helps him with all intellectual language of a doctor and so Bruce now thinking that this IS Thomas watches as he helps his son

that’s where I just can’t remember so Imma add on, Danny goes to the dc universe for a vacation from the ghost king via Clockwork and just goes around and settles down as a doctor where he helps a small alley who claim him as their protector or crime lord (who knows) and then he helps Jason with being buried alive and gets coffee with Grundy and such while Bruce and the batfam are watching him like a hawk, Jason is taken under Danny’s wing to teach him how to ghost

Not that up my alley, but I think I can work with this.

Danny, after settling down and helping out the alley he holed up with injures and sickness, has unknowingly been recognized as a small-time crime lord, well, one of them at least.

Maybe a few gangs hear about him, and try to get him to join theirs, probably by force of swallowing up his territory. Danny, the oblivious idiot he has, does not realize that him sending them running with scalpels and other medical equipment that wasn't supposed to be used as weaponry, cemented his position as a crime lord.

Maybe a few of the others around the alley that he's helped and after hearing about what happened and wanting to protect him, become recognized as other crime lord's of the alley that work under him or something.

idk.

So, then when Danny suddenly appears with Jason, who they recognize as Bruce Wayne's dead kid they just go what the hell and welcome him with open arms. Meanwhile, Bruce isn't having so great a time.

Because apparently, his father was alive all this time, and then the son he was mourning was also alive and trapped 6ft underground and he just, never knew. He left his son to suffocate under dirt for- who knows how many years.

Did he revive a day after he was put in the grave? A month? A year?

He doesn't know.

Bruce wants to step into this situation, say something, anything. But he doesn't know if he should involve himself in any sort of way.

Does he even have the right?

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #okay here you go #have fun i guess

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dairy-farmer · 2 months

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I call this the Highlander Au! >:Dc There can Be Only One! (Unless he REALLY enjoys the process and the world stops going to shit for like... FIVE god damned minutes!) (The second is sadly unlikely)

Tim? Fully Cis gendered male. Not terribly ATTACHED to this, physically, but certainly identifies as Male and has a male body.

Maybe it's been all the near misses. The "all my friends fuckin DIED on my and I mentally spiraled like you wouldn't believe". Could be him finally reclaiming his life. Or yet another horrible mental spiral. Who knows!

But he's decided.

He wants to be a Dad. *sound of various Bats choking and/or dropping things*

Is even seeing anybody? Nope. How the FUCK is he gonna get a baby?! Oh, normal, Bat Paranoid fashion. Cloning tube. Same way Damian happened. He just needs to figure out the maternal DNA and he's golden. Figure out where to hide his tech to stop Villainous Baby Snatching Plots.

Because that's a very real concern.

No you can't talk him out of this. Timmy want himself a baby. Is already designing a nursery and studying child development books. Parenting manuals, getting those little animal onsies, lazer death grids to ward of Ra's ninjas. The works.

Bruce is off to the side, quietly having an aneurysm and choking to death on his own spit. Baby boy? Fatherhood? OFFSPRING!? Alone and not going to LET HIM HELP!? But why would he help!? Bad idea! But. But he needs to BE THERE to TAKE CARE of TIM and the future BABY! Aaaaaaaaa-!!!!!

It's a... "Fun" time. Dick is nearing a nervous breakdown. Bruce not far behind. Damians having Feelings(tm).

Then! At a Wayne Charity Event(tm)? Small glowing child. Looks alien. Is getting upset. People backing away IN A HURRY because they just watched this child WARP REALITY to turn the nearest table into candy.

Tim is there as the face of the family. A hero. Already feeling generally Paternal. Upset baby is Bad. So he goes in, dispite clear protests. Gets low and talks soothing.

But the alien Wants Her MOMMY!

And? Oh. Well there goes the protective amulets JLA Dark made for him. Now he's in an alien dress and? Very much no longer Cis. Guess he would have and DID inherent from his dad's side of the family, no boobs. Tiny. At least he got his mom's killer legs.

And the kiddo isn't scared any more. Since he "looks like mommy".

Except not even remotely, because she warps into being an HOUR later, looking for her daughter and is made of pure light. Thanks him. Doesn't FIX anything. And just leaves. Gee, thanks lady.

There were REPORTERS there. Tim Drake has tits now. Front page news. Great. Ra's is GOING to know and get WEIRD about it.

Tim shrugs. Off to Leslie we go, though. Check up time!

Yep. Full lady bits action. And, hey! Shiny new spleen! So that's nice.

It DOES change his plan though. He didn't, you know, collect any "samples" yet. But? Does... does he NEED too? He COULD concoct a story of "rich person hires mystic to get penis back" after going and getting magiced back.... OR?

He could have someone put a baby in him! *simultaneous Bat Choking Noises*

MUCH easier to defend. THEN he could be changed back, after the baby is weaned. The problem is who to trust? Ra's is ABSOLUTELY going to do everything in his power to get his seed inside Tim new puss. So a seed bank is out. And-

*hands slam on the table*

Obviously! We can't trust anyone outside this house! Villian plots and Ra's specifically! Bat paranoia! W-we will just have to make this sacrifice for you!

.....Weirdly intense, but okay.

Objection! Says Tim's newly no longer Dead team mates. Tim tried to CLONE Kon! OBVIOUSLY it should be Kon! And Bart! Bro Threesome! Let nature decide! (Then kid number 2 is the other Bro, is only FAIR)

ALSO a good point. He did have that promise, if one of them ever got turned into a girl. And a Kon baby WOULD be nice...

Shit! Grayson pulls "last of my legacy and I have so much to make up for" cards!

Is betrayed by his OWN FATHER (Bruce! How COULD YOU!?) Who plays "you saved me from the time steam and nearly died for me, let me help(emotional)" to devastating effect!

Cheating! Howls the Speedster! You're CHEATING!!!

And Tim stands there... kinda confused but finding he's actually Really In To This as people argue over how much THEY want to be the one to put a baby in him? He's never felt this badly WANTED. Desired.

He may not want to go through the whole "actually carrying a baby for 9 months then pushing one out" thing more then once.... but the fighting over him thing? This might be awaking something.

And, well, Kon already made a good point. Why try to control it? Let nature decide~

Everyone can help.

The argument stops dead. For all of the seconds before "who goes first?" Occurs to everyone.

Sadly for THEM, Bruce is a bastard willing to play dirty to get what he wants. And his house his rules. He goes first. After all, he no doubt smirks, none of THEM have the... experience, to handle a virgin properly.

He refuses to allow Tim hurt on his watch.

Got it? Good talk. Tim, with him.

Which is what leads to Tim clawing at the bed and begging like his life depends on it, soaked in sweat, hours later. As Bruce STILL gently, teasingly, RUTHLESSLY eats him out. Puddles worth of lube ruining the sheets and easing his way, as he works calloused fingers DEEP to find spots Tim didn't know he had yet. As they rub and tease and fuck against those spots so relentlessly it feels like Tim's coming apart.

He didn't even know he could MAKE half these noises.

His hole is so wet and sloppy, it's like it's given up. Like his body can do nothing but quiver and twitch under Bruce's hands. Given how big he is? Probably the point. Because he crawls up to loom over Tim like a giant. Presses kisses to his whimpering, sweaty face. And rocks into his exhausted body, filling every inch of him.

It doesn't even hurt. Something that big probably SHOULD for his first time, but Bruce isn't a legendary playboy for nothing. And it just fills and Fills and FILLS. Rubs against everything in a way that makes his toes curl. Makes him want to gasp and cling, even though he's so exhausted.

Bruce just shooshes him. Pulls him close. He won't have to do a thing. He can just cling to Bruce and feel good. Bruce is here. He's got you.

And it's the best thing Tim's ever felt. Forget masturbation, sex is AMAZING. Bruce rocking then thrusting then pounding into his body. Holding tight like something precious. Hammering his good spots still he sees stars. Til he's nearly sobbing, hiccuping, from how good it feels to have his insides all messed up.

Bruce fills him up. All gooey and warm. Picks him up and carries him to a clean bed to get wiped down and tucked in. Cleans up then joins him. Fills him back up and tucks him close. He feels boneless and precious. Sleeps like the dead.

Discovers sex with a puss is AWESOME.

Next morning, he's barely out of Bruce's room before Dick is scooping him up and dragging him into his room. Almost franticly bending him in half as he presses him to the bed, kissing the air out of him. Holding his face as he whispers filthy praise into his lips. Hips relentless as they slam home, pounding at just the right angle.

Like he's trying to make for YEARS of mistakes by pouring it all into pleasure NOW. Clinging tight and trying to fry Tim's brain with how good he can make him feel. Dick buries his faces against Tim's neck and rutts like he's making up for lost time. Fucking Tim through orgasms, spilling again and again, like he's determined to drain his balls dry and wring every last bit of pleasure he CAN out of Tim's exhausted body.

Tim has to threaten to hit him with an alarm clock to let him up. Tim wants LUNCH damn it. They missed breakfast. By a LOT.

But then work calls. Damn it. So he has to get dressed. Double damn it. And he does it, but refuses to be pleased about it. Resolves things. Even gets ahead on work. Only for DAMIAN to walk stiffly into his office. Sus.

The gremlin hands him a frankly VERY well put together report on why he, Damian AL Ghul... should be allowed to fuck a baby into Tim. He has brought along a slide show and genealogical report.

.......Explain.

Damian does. He REALIZED some things about himself. When Tim was discussing becoming a Father. Using the same method as he, himself, was created. Went through a whole "go to the Kent farm and have a life change adventure" character growth arc, as you do. And? Now realizing that he potentially COULD be DIRECTLY involved in the Hypothetical Child's life instead of as an uncle?

He wants in. They could be glorious, combined. AND he firmly believes Tim will be a magnificent Mother. Let him Father your child.

It's a bad idea. Tim knows this. He literally JUST slept with Bruce yesterday and nothing good comes from sleeping with AL Ghul's. They Obsess. But? Fuck it. Maybe THIS is the thing that finally stops the Tim-Gremlin cold war and bring peace to house Wayne once and for all. He unbuckles his belt. Walks over to his resting room.

And Tim KNOWS, even as he's being urgently fucked into the fold out bed, that this is an AWFUL idea. No way in HELL, from the desperate and sloppy thrusts, clinging, panting and whines, is this NOT Damian's first time. He's utterly undone.

Pounding load after load into Tim because it feels too good to stop. All enthusiasm and no skill. Half the pleasure Tim's even GETTING is his own hand, relentlessly teasing his own clit. But? Oh. The feeling of being wanted so BADLY. Of cum, gushing and gushing into him. Knowing it's HIS hole that's so good, it's driving Damian incoherent.

He feels... sexy. It DEFINITELY does something for him. He may not be able to go back. Could see himself enjoying being a milf.

But of course. Business hours end. And he PROMISED! Is swept up by Bart for their threesome. Which, after several rounds and untold loads of near-no-refractary-period speedster cum dumped inside him? Is kinda spotty, in his memory.

All he knows for certain is he wakes up to his sheepish best friends, "Sorry we fucked you unconscious repeatedly" bribes, no voice, and a warm bath. He's also plugged up and FULL full of that premium speedster/half-kryptonian blend cum, because apparently his friend intend to WIN and nothing says victory like overwhelming odds. He'd call them fuckers, but they ARE and hold no remorse. He can't move.

Carry him you bastards.

When he asks where Cassie is, he learns she's apparently trying to harrass the magic users into a making her a temporary "turn me into a dude" amulet. Both as a gift AND so she can join the race for Father Of Tim's Baby. Huh. Interesting new options.

Obviously, throughout ALL of this, ninjas. Because Ra's has never wanted to smash so hard in his LIFE.

Instead, Tim is out here, on Jason's shitty couch. Getting lifted up and slammed down onto his cock. Called baby girl. Princess. Jason's never been harder. Already planning their kids graduation dinner and baby number three.

Tim feeling precious and taken care of and DESIRED. Like the young adult with a first shitty apartment he never got to be. Something so close to normal. Put a baby in him. Fuck him like you love him, like they do this every Saturday night, then eat pizza and watch trash TV. Fill him up.

And if course~ it's a VICIOUS game of Fuck The Tim keep away, up until one day he starts to show. Then Everyone is loving and coddling and in a "No I Am The Father" cold war. The birth is a nightmare, because Tim is slender and more scar tissue then not. But?

Adorable quarter-Kryptonian! With the biggest blue eyes and Tim's porcelain doll face.

Tim is NOT doing that again. Ffffffuck giving birth. And being pregnant! Granted, the EARLY part? He loved. He glowed. Getting pregnant was AWESOME. But later stages? God awful. Clone tube babies from here on out.

Absolute Devastation in the Tom Fucking Community. Babe no! You can't MEAN IT!

Woah, hey! He never said he'd STOP. "Getting Pregnant" is very, VERY enjoyable. He's just refusing to carry SHIT. Birth control for HIM. Scooping that slurry of "leave it up to Nature" out and storing it. Now... Kon stop being smug and hold your son.

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😭😭😭 tim getting everyone to come to dinner and they all think it was alfred and are like 'this was a great idea alfred! we should all get together like this more often' only for tim to cough and say well actually i called you all here, i figured you all deserved a heads up since i'm going to be undergoing some serious life changes. everyone's confused and then tim says he's going to have a baby.

immediate panic and some disappointment from bruce because he thinks this is a teen pregnancy and he expected better from tim only for tim to have to yell to interrupt everyone and say there is no 'girl', not yet anyway. he's just announcing that he's GOING to have a baby. they're not yet conceived and now the family is dealing with whiplash of how of course TIM would do something like this now they're sitting their listening to him talk about the ideal gene pool given tim's family has a history of mental issues and he's going into some very detailed things like nurseries and everyone just wants him to slow down because tim is still a kid!!! dick is older than him and even HE doesn't feel ready. so everyone is trying to talk tim out of it while tim insists he's ready, he's been going to a therapist for 11 months trying to deal with his issues so he COULD be ready to be a parent.

which of course baffles them even more because???? dick has been trying to get them all into therapist for years and tim just???? went??? on his own????

bruce is of course the least welcoming of tim's ideas of teen parenthood. because what about highschool, college? at least ONE of his kids has to go to college!

tim however says no, says his GED is more than enough.

bruce tries finding other angles, asking what if he just sets tim up with babysitting gigs? make him see kids aren't that great and tim just huffs and said he already did a bunch of babysitting and volunteering at the children's centers in gotham as part of his adoption application!

which ???? just stressed bruce out even more?! because tim had tried to adopt a baby first? but apparently got rejected because of his age, lack of partner, and lack of job which tim loudly says is unfair because bruce was in his 20s when he took in dick and HE hadn't had a partner or a job!

so the family is protesting, despertly trying to get tim to change his mind,,, then tim gets a womb and suddenly the protests die down VERY quick.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Slow Day

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: threats, mentions of crimes, mentions of death, Dick’s a nosy bastard

Word count: 1790

A/N: Castle of Glass won the vote so here’s part 9! The next chapter of In Better Circumstances will be out on my birthday on Sunday! I rewrote this several times and I’m still not entirely happy with it, but it is just a filler chapter before the next. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Y/N groaned as her alarm went off. She blindly reached out to switch it off, swearing when she knocked her phone off the nightstand instead.

“What’d set an alarm for?” Jason slurred into his pillow, not bothering to open his eyes.

“I’ve got a conference call. They’re handing out this months assignments.” She told him, hanging off the edge of the bed to finally silence her phone. She was so tired, between work and running comms for Dick and Jason each night until the sun had already risen, she was running out of energy. But neither of them were willing to come in any earlier, just in case the Joker decided to give some insight into his location.

“Sounds fun.” He mumbled, opening one eye to peak at her.

She sat up and turned to look at him. His curls were all over the place, strong arms buried under his pillow as he laid on his front, t-shirt pulled tight over the rest of his muscles. He looked younger like this, more his age, as if he wasn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. She brushed his curls back from his face and leaned down to press a kiss to his temple, loving the way he immediately leaned into her touch. “Go back to sleep.”

He hummed in agreement and she could tell he was already mostly back to sleep. She climbed out of his bed with a smile and made her way back into her room next door. She wondered if any of his siblings had noticed they were sleeping in each others beds yet. In a house full of detectives, she wouldn’t be surprised, even if hardly any of them ever came down that particular corridor. Sleeping in each others beds hadn’t been part of their initial discussion, but they quickly realised how much better they slept together rather than on their own. Her feelings hadn’t changed, she still felt safer with him closer, and she knew it settled his nerves knowing she wasn’t just going to be ripped away in the middle of the night.

She turned the shower on high before she stepped in and tried not to think about how long she had been stuck in the house. She couldn’t really complain, the manor had enough rooms and outdoor space, but the only other time she had spent three weeks straight in one place had been when she refused to tell Luthor’s men what they wanted to know.

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Y/N looked up from her computer and pulled her headset off as someone knocked on her door. “You can come in.”

Dick walked in and immediately threw himself face first on her bed, Haley trotting in after him on her three legs. Y/N pushed her chair back from the desk and lifted the Pitbull puppy into her lap as the dog yipped happily at her. She scratched the puppy behind her ears as she waited for Dick to say whatever he had come to say.

“I hate my family.” He groaned into her duvet.

“You didn’t have to move back into the manor, me and Jay would have been fine.” She said, lifting Haley up and walking over to the bed. She clambered on while trying not to drop the puppy and sat cross legged next to Dick’s head.

He turned his face to the side so he could look at her. “If I’d have let Jason come back unsupervised, he would have shot someone by now, Tim would get even less sleep than normal, and Bruce would have had an aneurysm.”

“So what’s the problem today?” She said, failing to keep the smile off her face as Haley nipped at her finger for attention.

“Jason and Bruce just nearly got into a fist fight in the kitchen over that photo you gave Bruce last week, Jay doesn’t think Bruce is doing enough to keep you safe. Tim fell asleep in his cereal this morning and still went into work, and Damian is having more issues at school but hasn’t told Bruce and doesn’t want me to get involved.” Dick let out a long sigh. “So I’ve come to hide with you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Who says I’m going to let you?”

“Me. Because I’m your best friend.” He whined like a child. “And you owe me for not telling he rest of the family that you haven’t slept in this bed all week.”

It was her turn to groan as she dropped back to lie next to him, making sure Haley was secure on her stomach.

“I take it you and Jay talked about what happened after the gala.” Dick’s eyes were full of mischief and she was half tempted to just not tell him anything.

“We did.” She chose to vaguely say, turning her attention back to Haley.

“Oh come on! Do you know how bored I am here? Give me something, please.” He sat up and plucked Haley out of her grip. The puppy seemed happy enough as she immediately started licking his chin.

“We talked, mainly about boundaries and things, and decided to take things slow.” She said, pushing herself up onto her elbows and pouting at having the puppy taken away from her.

“Sleeping together doesn’t seem to be taking things slow.” Dick raised his eyebrows.

She sat up and smacked his arm. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Grayson. We haven’t- We didn’t- Nothing has happened. We- uh- just figured out we sleep better together rather than alone.”

“I hadn’t thought about that.” He stared at her for a moment before he smiled again. “So, do I need to give the shovel talk to you or Jason? Because on one hand he’s dating my best friend, but on the other, you’re dating my resurrected little brother.”

“God, Dickie I don’t think you need to give anyone the shovel talk.” She groaned and laid back down again.

“Okay. One more question and then I’ll drop it?” He smiled softly.

She huffed. “One more.”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, clearly thinking about how to phrase what he wanted to say. “Have you- have you talked about that night you met?”

“Briefly.” She said carefully, following suit and chewing on her lip. “He apologised. And after I explained what happened with Luthor when I met you, I could tell he meant it. He also talked me through most stuff about the pit. The stuff I didn’t already know I mean.”

He nodded, his blue eyes studying her closely. “That’s good.”

She hummed. “How long do you think I’m going to be stuck here?”

“Hopefully not much longer.” He sighed. “The Joker is a tricky bastard. Most of the other times we’ve recaptured him, it’s only because he wanted to be caught.”

“Jason’s not planning on bringing him in alive this time.” She said quietly.

“I know.” He matched her volume. “And I think he’s right. The Joker’s hurt too many people now, keeps hurting people no matter what we do.”

She nodded, not sure what to say to that.

“I should let you get back to work.” He gave her a half smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She groaned. “I just want a nap.”

“Then nap.” Dick scooped Haley up into his arms and started walking back towards the door. “Just make sure you’re awake for dinner or Alfred will throw a fit.”

“Will do.” She watched him go and decided to flip a coin to see if she should sleep or get ahead on this months assignments.

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Y/N was already half asleep by the time Jason climbed back through the window, even though it couldn’t have been more than half an hour since him and Dick signed off on patrol. She listened the familiar clicks as he started stripping himself of his helmet and suit, and blindly reached a hand out towards him once he was finished.

He chuckled under his breath but reached out and grabbed her hand before leaning down to press a kiss to the part of her head that was peaking out of the covers.

“’m cold.” She mumbled, still on the edge of sleep.

He hummed. “I know, let me just grab a quick shower and I’ll be right with you, sweetheart.”

“Be quick.” She said, turning over and burying herself further into the duvet. She had expected the heating in the manor to be better, but she supposed they were in the furthest corner and it must be hard to heat a building this size.

She must have started to drift off again because it seemed like barely a minute later that the mattress was dipping with Jason’s weight as he climbed into bed.

“C’mere then.” He said, opening his arms for her to slot into.

She wasted no time wrapping her arms around his chest and tangling her legs with his. He hissed slightly as her cold feet grazed his bare calves and she couldn’t help but laugh. She resisted the urge to slip her cold hands under his shirt, that was a boundary he had been very clear about and she wasn’t going to push him on it until he was ready.

She shifted closer to him and rested her head over his heart as his hand rubbed up and down her arm in an attempt to warm her up. “Did you always run so hot, or is that also something that came after?”

“After. Bruce thinks the pit reset my metabolism, which sent most of my body haywire. So, I run a few degrees hotter than I should, and it overcame all of the damage living on the streets did, so I can build muscle and I actually reached the height I was supposed to.” He said, nudging his head against the top of hers it a way that reminded her of a cat.

She leaned up and placed a kiss in the underside of his jaw, cracking an eye open to see the small smile that graced his face at the contact. “I know you have mixed feelings about it, but I for one am not sorry for those side effects.”

“No, those aren’t so bad.” He said softly. “Get some sleep.”

She hummed in agreement and got comfy against him again. “Goodnight, Jay.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered into her hair.

Part 10

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sleepyistinky · 2 months

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Love love LOVEEE all the Peter Parker (tom Holland) and Miles Morales Spider-Man batfam crossover fics i love them so much don't get me wrong yall.

BUT I feel like we're just glossing over the glorious idea of them joining Young Justice. lIke HELLOOOO TEENAGER??? QUOTE ON QUOTE "META TEENAGER"??? obviously they should be in Young Justice. I only recently really got into DCU and pretty much know nothing about the lore all the different timelines confuse me but I just know I love Spider-Man batfam AND CONNER KENT. YOUNG JUSTICE THE SHOW CONNER KENT. I was introduced to Kon-El in a very bad way so I'm sure he's a silly and great guy but I'm wary of him now 💔

Anyway hear me out y'all. Conner Kent and Spider-Man friendship. I just think they both would hit it off. LIKE THINK ABOUT IT. I KNOW CONNER ALREADY HAS ROBIN AND SHIT (both Nightwing Robin and Tim Drake Robin I think I'm only on season one of Young Justice) BUT I THINK HE AND PETER PARKER (TOM HOLLAND'S PETER PARKER SPECIFICALLY) WOULD BE GREAT TOGETHER. I also think Peter would like think Superman was the coolest thing ever at first, find out about how Superman initially reacted to Conner, and have some light beef with him. He's definitely not the type to put someone on a pedestal just because they're like insanely invincible bc at the end of the day even though Clark isn't human he was raised by them and therefore is human.

Peter meets Conner and is like oh hell yeah new friend.

And EVEN BETTER THOUGHT Peter and Tim are both huge nerds and immediately hit it off as well. I just want all of them to be friends okay. ACTUALLY ISN'T LIKE YOUNG JUSTICE'S UNIVERSE'S TECHNOLOGY KINDA WAY OUTDATED COMPARED TO PETER'S UNIVERSE'S??? I think he'd have an aneurysm but then work on making this world's technology better as much as he can.

Batman sees Peter (probably homeless after getting transported to a whole ass other multiverse) trying to steal the high-tech parts from his batmobile with the guiltiest and most apologetic expression ever (he's really not that sorry because he's assuming Batman's real identity is some insanely rich guy) and is like "This is oddly familiar. Anyway, new kid!"

Peter sees Bruce Wayne and the only though is "Holy shit this world has a playboy billionaire philanthropist too!"

Also Peter would immediately clock that this isn't his universe btw

Also Jason would see Peter and think Oh man who is this scrawny kid that is clearly not from Gotham he's so malnourished and scrawny oh man this kid is going to get killed I need to prevent that. As would the rest of the BatFamily

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rubydubydoo122 · 1 month

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Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.

When Jason woke up to the familiar ceiling of the batcave, feeling… whole.

He remembered everything.

He remembered dying, crawling out of his grave, and jumping out of the Lazarus Pit. He remembered the moment Talia showed him pictures of Tim as Robin, he remembered planting the bomb under the Batmobile. He remembered every single thing that happened in the past five years.

And he remembered things from before. Things he had forgotten due to the blunt force head trauma. He had forgotten about the nights they would spend in the library after Jason had a nightmare. He had forgotten about the moments he had with Dick where they would team up against Bruce, like real brothers. He had forgotten about most of the good moments he had while living at the manor. At his home. And they were really good memories.

He didn’t know whether to cry in relief or guilt or mourning, because that was just another thing to add to the list of things that the Joker took away from him. The memories of all the good things.

He covered his face with his arm and he could tell by the size and weight of it that he was back to normal.

Back to being the Red Hood. The real lone-wolf vigilante in Gotham because he had burned bridges with anyone who had cared about him. What a fucking asshole.

“Jay, Lad, you’re awake.” He heard the squeak of the chair that they kept in the medbay, “How are you feeling?”

He didn’t lift his arm up to look at Bruce. Fuck, Jason had collapsed in front of his grave. He probably given Bruce an aneurysm. A week ago, he would’ve laughed, but now… he just felt guilty. “I'm sorry.” He meant that for a million different things. He’s sorry for trying to kill half of the family. He’s sorry for digging up Bruce’s trauma. He’s sorry for believing that Bruce didn’t love him.

“Jason, I’m sorry—“

“Bruce. I know we have a lot to talk about, but can you give me, like… a couple minutes to sort out my brain?”

The chair squeaked again, but Bruce didn’t say anything.

Jason sat up to look at Bruce, who was sitting in the chair, stunned. “Sorry, I just thought you would be… more upset.”

“I am upset.” Because even though he was lost in a tornado of emotions he could tell that upset was one of the major fronts.

“I didn’t mean to make it seem like I cared about the younger version of you more than—“

“That’s not why I’m upset.” Maybe a week ago, but not really right now. “I’m more upset that all of you made the collective decision to keep my death from me.” He paused looking for the right words, “I— younger me really thought I made it. I thought I got to perform in the school musical, open acceptance letters, I thought I got to walk across the stage and move into a dorm.” He felt his eyes burn in shame as he looked down at his hands. The hands that were once stained in Tim’s blood. The hands that once held a gun aimed at Damian, “I thought I would’ve been a good older brother, and you all just let me believe that. And I get it,” he looked back up at the stalactites hanging from the ceiling, “telling 15 year old me that, despite everything, I still didn’t make it, it would’ve been hard, but it was worse to realize that I never really got those things.” He took a deep breath, “I’m not angry at you. Not anymore. And there’s more we need to talk about, but I think I’m going to need to sleep on some things before we do.”

Jason looked back at Bruce, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Bruce this… vulnerable. “Yes. Ok. Yeah, take as much time as you need.” But Bruce took Jason’s hands in his, “Just- know that I’m proud of you. For all that you’ve been through, and all that you’ve overcome, you still have a good heart. You have always had a good heart.”

“I love you, Dad. And I see now how much you love me too.”

Jason found Dick in his room. He doesn’t know what possessed him to come to Dick first— he was planning on sitting in the library, bawling his eyes out, and then talk with Bruce about whatever he wanted to talk about. Yet here he was, standing in Dicks doorway, feeling like he was 13 again, wondering if Dicks “I’m always here to talk if you need to,” was real.

Turns out, everyone in the manor, besides Bruce and Alfred, were already there.

They were all curled up in some way against Dick. Damian under his right arm, Tim under his left. Cass was curled around Tim, but had her head resting on Dicks shoulder, and Duke was laying perpendicularly across Dicks legs, though he was clutching Zitka tightly in his arms.

There was also part of him that felt kind of left out. Realizing how close everyone was except for him. And he knew that was his fault. He had burned the bridges before he could even try to cross them. Now all he could do was gaze at the city from across the river.

No.

He’s been building a new bridge. Getting closer and closer to the city. To this family. He wouldn’t mess it up again. Because the 12 year old kid who jacked the Batmobiles tires deserved a home. The 13 year old kid who had been in the middle of a custody tug of war deserved a family. The 15 year old who ran away from home desperate to find a mother deserves love.

“Jason!” Dick shot up, effectively ruining the cuddle pile, and drawing attention to him lurking at the doorway. Though, he wouldn’t be surprised if Cass already knew he was there.

There was a collective look of relief throughout the group, even from Damian. Of all people.

He shoved the knot that was in his stomach down and opted for a laugh, “I have fought valiantly, and I have reclaimed puberty from the wicked witch of the west.”

He was almost knocked over by everyone coming in for a group hug.

“You little lying bastard.” He felt Duke's hand swat the back of his head, “man, it took us a whole hour to figure out that none of us knew where you were. Dick was about to kick down your door when Bruce came up with the key.”

Of all the old memories that Jason had gotten back, Bruce had never intruded on Jason’s space without him wanting to. He didn’t even think he had a key. So why…

“And then, Bruce brought you back unconscious. We thought you were gonna die again, but then you magically poofed back into your giant ass self, and—“

“Breathe!” Because he knew Tim would keep rambling, “and I just woke up, give me a minute.” Because he was expecting just Dick to be in his room. Not everyone. And as much as he cares for the whole entourage, he doesn’t think he has the energy to.. stay strong for them. He just wanted his big brother. Dick was his big brother first.

And thank god for Cass’s people reading skills, because she cupped Jason’s cheek and offered him a small smile, “Might be big again, but you’re our little brother.” She glanced to Dick, and then guided Tim, Duke and Damian out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Jason suddenly felt like he was still 15. Like he hadn’t been changed back. Like he was transported back in time to before everything had become so messy.

Dick studied his face, “What’s wrong?” He patted the space next to him on his bed. Just like that time Jason had gone to Titans Tower after Bruce had said he wasn’t Jason’s father.

He sat down next to Dick, and then scooted down, so that he could comfortably rest his head on his chest. He could feel his face twitch, holding back the knot in his stomach that had risen into his throat.

How could he have forgotten how much Dick cared? Maybe he wasn’t around that much, but he cared . He cared so much .

He felt his expression crumple and fall. How could he have forgotten how much Dick tried?

Dick rubbed little circles into his back, as Jason muffled his sons into his shirt. Just like he had done when Jason wasn’t able to help Gloria Stanson. A couple nights before he left for space. He didn’t ask, or push, just waited.

“I- I remember everything . I used to only be able to remember the bad. Now I remember…all the good too.” He stared at the tree outside of the window they used to climb together, “I remember now that even though you weren’t here often, you were a good brother. You were a really good brother. And I feel like shit for thinking you’ve always hated me, because—“

“Jason, can I be honest with you?” Dick dabbed at the tears that had fallen from Jason’s face. “I kind of assumed. When you wouldn’t get an inside joke, or when I would bring up something, and you would just stare blankly. I never felt offended when you didn't know, just upset with myself that I didn’t make more time, because maybe then certain memories would stick.” He traced the scar on Jason’s temple, “and I think a lot about how you were the one who reminded me how to love freely.”

Jason looked up to make eye contact with Dick, “I was wondering how you went from angry at Bruce and the world to adopting the kids Bruce adopted.”

Dick chuckled, “I passed the angry child mantle down to you too. It comes with the post-Robin era.” He continued to trace the scar, “but seriously. Bruce having the emotional competency of a turnip while I was growing up really affected the way I connected with people. Then you came along, this kid, who despite having nothing but the clothes on his back, still loved with his whole heart. You were a lot like my parents in that sense. You turned Robin into a legacy, and I couldn’t think of a better person to have done that.”

Jason turned away, “Fuck you. You’re making me cry.” They stayed like that in silence for a bit. “I, uh, found my old phone. And I listened to a bunch of the voicemails.”

He felt Dick tense up for a moment, “Oh?”

“You were Batman? Like I knew you were Batman with Damian, but I didn’t realize you were also Batman with Tim.”

He felt Dick relax under him, “That was not the direction I expected you to take.”

“I’m prioritizing.”

“Yeah, I was. It was only for a couple months, but I hated every moment of it then. Alfred was in England, and Bruce was training to get his strength up. I guess the good part was Tim. That was when we really got close. I think that was when I actually started to see him as my little brother.” Dick paused, “Though, if you’re bringing this up as a Segway to why make Damian Robin if you and Tim already had the Batman/Robin thing in the past, I did it because I saw Tim as an equal when it came to vigilantism. The Batman and Robin dynamic wouldn’t work with us.”

“Yeah… that makes sense.” Jason paused, “you killed the Joker?”

“Yeah.” Dick rested his head on top of Jason’s, “and just so you know, Bruce also came close right after he killed you. Close to the point where Clark had to stop him.”

“I never really wanted Bruce to kill the Joker. I just wanted him to prove he cared. If he had given me a hug, I probably would’ve stopped everything. I gotta tell him that.” He sat up, “Bro, Bruce said he was proud of me. I think he’s still following that mission to keep me happy.”

Dick snorted, “How do you know about that?”

“I snooped.” He shrugged and put his head back on Dicks chest, “I think we should make one for how Bruce should take care of all of us. And then make one for Tim to eat three meals a day and get at least five hours of sleep per day.”

“But, seriously, we probably do.” He felt Dick start to fiddle with one of the bat charms in his hair as they fell back into silence. “Talia?”

Jason didn’t say anything.

“You don’t have to tell me anything that you don’t want to, but I’m here if you want to talk about it.” Dick let out a breath, “You… listened to the voicemails, you know I… I won’t judge.”

Jason nodded and reached out to stroke Zitkas trunk, “I know I’m your… little brother, but you can talk to me too if you want to. It won’t change how I see you.”

Dick moved Zitka so she was closer to both of them, “yeah I know.”

Jason sighed, “I… I didn’t know how old I was until your birthday back in March. I simultaneously felt too old but too young. For everything.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I get that.”

There was a long stretch of silence. It was the first time in a while that both of them had a heart to heart. It was the first time in a long time since they had an understanding between each other.

“Is it bad? That I still see her as a mother?”

“Sheila?”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” because even after the betrayal, he still knew she did it because she didn’t really have any other choice, “but I was talking about Talia.”

“Oh.” He heard Dicks jaw click.

“So yeah?”

“No, it's not that.” Dick gave it some thought. Choosing his words carefully, “I mean, she took care of you when no one else did, so it makes sense, but…every adult figure in your life has let you down in some way, and you deserve so much better than that.”

Jason thought about it for a minute. His papi had turned to a life of crime, his mami fell victim to heroin. Sheila had chosen her own life and reputation over Jason, and Talia kinda just… took Jason in to score points with Bruce.

Bruce… Bruce could never fully be his dad. Not anymore. Not with all the bad blood. Not when Batman would always be more important. “It’s, uh, I guess it’s too late now, but I’ll never regret the three years I spent calling this manor my home. They were probably the best years of my life.” He pressed at a vein on Dicks hand. “Alfred and Bruce were good for me, though. They just… didn’t expect me to come back, which is understandable, but that was when I needed them the most.” He pulled Zitka in close, “Sometimes, I wonder what things would’ve been like if Bruce had found me instead of Talia.”

“I wonder that all the time too.” Dick continued to rub circles into Jason’s back, “You know, you’ll always be my little brother. My first little sibling. No matter how far apart we grow from each other, or if you annoy the shit out of me, You’ll always have a home in my heart. I promise.”

Jason stayed quiet while he basked in the comfort of his older brother for a while. Soaking in the feeling, making up for the years lost without it. “I love you too.”

After Jason was done talking to Dick he went straight to the kitchen. For one, he was hungry, because magic sucks, and he also felt the need to do something. Specifically, bake a strawberry cake. Because of course he had forgotten about his tradition with Alfred. Even during his past Birthday he had spent in Gotham, he didn’t— he didn’t even celebrate at all. He remembered it was his birthday, he just didn’t know how many candles to put on the cake.

Jason just wanted to do this with Alfred. Like old times. Of course, Alfred was still out getting the groceries, and it felt like he’d been out for years, but nonetheless, he was a grown man allowed in the kitchen. So he started getting out the ingredients for the cake.

Except they did not have any strawberries. Which put a real stickler in Jason’s plan because the fresh strawberries were the best part. They added a burst of tartness with each bit and balanced out the sweetness of the buttercream.

Just then Alfred came through the kitchen with a brown paper bag. He looked from Jason to the countertop that had a neat array of ingredients and then back to Jason with a smile. Alfred set down the bag and reached into it. “I suppose we had the same idea, my boy.” He pulled out two boxes of the fancy strawberries he always got. “You’re going to have to double the recipe.” Alfred pulled out two more boxes.

“Alright, Alfred.” Jason smiled back, and exchanged the bowl he’d originally taken out for a bigger one. Even though Alfred was working on dinner and Jason was working on the cake, they fell back into their old rhythm.

One by one his siblings started filing in. First Cass, who nabbed a strawberry. Then Damian, who Jason may or may not have discretely gotten flour on his face, making him look absolutely adorable. And while Jason was pouring the batter into the pan Duke, Tim, walked in, so he had given them the bowl and spoon to clean off.

He got started on the buttercream, slowly adding the strawberry compote that he’d made before he’d made the batter, when a finger made its way into the bowl, and then swiped his nose.

He swatted at Dick when he tried to get another dollop to taste, “Nope. Nuh uh. Getchur fingers away from my buttercream.”

“Come on! Duke and Tim got to lick the batter!”

“And I was going to give this spatula to you, but if you're being impatient, it’s going to Cass.”

Dick huffed and rounded the counter, sitting on the chair next to Cass.

Tim and Damian were bickering, and Duke was adding comments that seemed to be egging on both sides. The subtle agent of chaos.

Jason took the cake out of the oven and put it on a rack to cool. He made his way back to Alfred, who had just put the stove on simmer, and held his hand, “Thank you, Alfred.”

“Whatever for, my boy?”

Jason observed everyone in the room. Cass ruffling Tim’s hair, and Duke finally cracking. Dick wiping the flour off of Damian’s face while he huffed about not tolerating this childish behavior. Bruce leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen with a fond smile on his face. “Wishing for this. For Bruce to have people to live for. For wishing for me back.”

Alfred smiled and looked at Jason, “I always assumed it was you who made it happen. Using your magic to put everyone in a place to meet eventually before coming back to us yourself. And I am so so grateful that you did.”

And Jason knew Alfred meant it. Because it was Alfred. It was Alfred who loved them all so much that they were all just as much his kids as they were Bruce’s. Bruce might’ve built this family, but Alfred held it steady.

Jason rested his head on Alfred’s shoulder. “You mean so much to me, Alfred.”

Alfred brought a hand up to cup Jason’s cheek, “However much I mean to you, I can assure you, you mean infinitely more to me.”

And Jason knew that. He picked his head up to look at Alfred, and gave him a smirk, “Does this mean I’m your favorite?”

Alfred raised his eyebrows, “I care for you all equally.”

Jason could feel himself grin from ear to ear, because yup. He was definitely Alfred’s favorite, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

He went back over to the cake and started frosting it, casting another look at everyone in the room. He made eye contact with Bruce and offered him a smile, and he returned it.

If someone had asked Jason a week ago if he considered these people his family he probably would have shot them in the face. He’d been so afraid his entire life that the home he’d founded would never be permanent. He had thought in the past five years he had lost the love he had gained. He thought it had all died along with him. Except it hadn’t. It had grown so much bigger and was waiting to engulf him back into the fold. Jason was finally ready to walk back into it.

The door opened, and Stephanie Brown slid across the wood and used Bruce to stop her momentum, “Guess who’s ready to collect blackmail consisting of Sunshine–” She paused and caught sight of him, “Jason! You’re a giant again.” She huffed, “I was going to convince little you that I was your favorite.”

“Blondie, you scared little me.” He held up the piping bag with the strawberry compote, “Quick, what should I write on the cake.”

Steph walked over and punched his shoulder, “ I lived, Bitches! All caps. ‘X’s to dot the ‘I’s.”

“You do know your don’t dot capital ‘I’s right?” Jason looked over to Alfred for permission.

“Well, Master Jason, You did live. Let the bitches know.”

The whole room erupted into howls of laughter, as Jason grinned and piped the words onto the cake, “Hell yeah, I lived Bitches.”

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arcticlutra · 9 months

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Been playing BG3 and it's got me thinking about the Batfam, and their classes. So here we go:

Bruce: Fighter, battlemaster with proficiency in investigation and perception.

Dick: Rogue, Thief or Arcane Trickster. Very much an elusive shadow.

Jason: an oath of vengeance Paladin. You could argue Barbarian, but let's be real here.

Tim: college of lore bard. This kid has too many proficiencies, too much luck and there's a reason he gains enemies like a DM gets aneurysms.

Damian: initially he's a gnoll. After character development he's like his dad.

Barbara: divination wizard or lore bard. She knows all. She knows what you will do. And she can cite the references.

Cass: Way of Mercy Monk. And unfortunately, she has rolled very high. You're doomed.

Steph: multiclass fighter and bard. She can throw a punch and work out what makes you cry.

Duke: Light Cleric. And he did not get a lecture on pacifism.

Harper Row: Artificer. Except where she could have developed other tech, it's mostly stuff that sparks.

Cullen Row: Arcane Trickster. All his skills are based on evasion. He doesn't hit hard but you won't hit him.

Alfred: Cleric of Helm. He's a stalwart guardian and protects the home. He doesn't venture beyond that but woe betide anyone who crosses his threshold in threat.

Kate: Fighter, duelist. Kate is aggressive but it's honed in a way Bruce isn't. Callous and detached but graceful.

Extra:

Jim Gordon: Warlock, his Patron is Gotham. He's kept fuelled by the city. His pact is that he can solve all cases but every case he solves spawns more.

Bernard: Lore Bard. A perfect mirror to Tim. Whereas Tim specialised into investigation, perception and sleight of hand, Bernard went for Arcana, Nature and Insight. He may have some out there ideas but don't think that means he isn't switched on.

#batfam #dnd #random thoughts #tim drake #bernard dowd #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #harper row #cullen row #barbara gordon

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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year

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A/N: I love you like Dr. Strange loves being right

Created for the 14 Days of Valentines community project, hosted by @muddyorbsblr

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Angst

Summary: Loki seeks council when he fears he's crossed a line

The Bewitched theme tinkles from your pocket as you leave the cafe. Chrysa wiggles her eyebrows, waving goodbye. She's been making hushed comments about how "fucked out" you look since she walked through the door.

You gave up telling her it was just a dream. A very satisfying, very realistic dream, but still a dream.

"Hey Wanda," you answer the call. "What's up?"

"Is Loki with you?"

"No," you frown at the concern in her voice. "I just left work. Why?"

"Steve's angry. Really angry. He said 'damn' under his breath, and he never swears.

"Loki's supposed to leave for a mission in an hour and none of us can find him."

"Have you asked Thor?"

"Thor's at the market. He refused to take his phone because he 'can't afford any more distractions from the new generation of boxed delight.'"

"He's getting an iphone?"

"No," she snickers. "Pop-Tarts released a limited-edition flavor. He's worried everywhere will be sold out because he didn't make it to the store this morning.

"Aaaanyway, do you know where your boy-toy might be? Bruce heard 'HE'S NOT MY FATHER!' coming from Thor's room before breakfast, but no one's seen Loki since.

"He likes to be snarky on coms, but he's never ditched a mission before. Did he say anything last night?"

"Not really. He said he didn't want to get 'too familiar,' but nothing about going somewhere. Luckily, he wasn't so refined it in my dream," you giggle.

"You're so naughty! What did he do?"

"Haha, we gotta meet up if you want the dirty details. I'm not telling the whole train about it."

"Come down to the tower then. Most of the team is leaving. We'll make pineapple upside down cake, and you can tell me everything. And if Loki comes back, you'll get to see him."

"Twist my arm why don't you."

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On your ride up, a feminine tone speaks in the elevator. "Welcome back to Avengers' Tower, I'm FRIDAY. Putting Mr. Stark through now."

"Hey, I'm trying to find Rock of Ages," says the unmistakable voice of Tony Stark. "Any idea where he is?"

You look around for a camera or microphone and say "Hi. Um, sorry? I don't know where Loki is. Can't you track his phone or something?"

The doors open, revealing the genius himself as he takes off his Bluetooth to address you directly. "No can do, princess. He's somewhere even FRIDAY can't reach. Next stop is Bleaker St. There's a wizard down there who likes to keep tabs on potential threats. Might be able to give us a lead."

"You don't think he's...?"

"What? Leading another alien army to attack the city? Probably not, but we can't be too careful. Either way, if we don't find him Cap's gonna have an aneurysm and he's too old to survive that." Chuckling at his own joke, Stark gives your shoulder a squeeze and gets on the elevator. "Don't worry, we'll bring your boyfriend back in one piece."

"We've only been on one..." you sigh as the doors close.

"Hey," Wanda comes up behind you. "There you are. I hope Stark wasn't giving you a hard time. He's still jumpy about planetary security. Wants some sort of forcefield, but after the Ultron mess..." she looks guilty. "No one else will agree to it."

You chew your lip, following her to the kitchen. "Should I be worried?"

"Worried?" she looks up. "I don't think so. Steve's just upset because he has to replan the mission. I'm sure Loki isn't in trouble or doing something wrong.

"From what Banner said, it's probably just a family issue."

You nod, but something doesn't feel right. You haven't known the god for long, but you know he wouldn't go to his parents unless he had to.

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mrs-dr-reid · 2 years

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My Personal Steve Rogers Headcanons

Part 1/?

The first time he went to a grocery store post-Capsicle, he very nearly had a public meltdown when he saw what 70 years of inflation did to the prices

He always makes “Back in my day…” statements unironically mainly to annoy Tony, and once Bucky comes back he joins in and Tony very nearly has an aneurysm because “Oh dear god, there’s two of them”

He loves taking you on walks in Brooklyn and showing you all the places he frequented growing up, and is sometimes pleasantly surprised when a place from his childhood barely changed at all since the 40s

He volunteers at the VA as an art therapy instructor when he has spare time, because he found that drawing and painting really helped him relax when his PTSD decided to aggressively announce its presence

He is very happy when record players and vinyls start coming back into fashion, and he’s especially happy because Bucky’s sister Rebecca put all of their stuff in a storage unit when they went MIA, and among their old stuff was his 1940s record player and the milk carton he kept all of his records in, which meant he didn’t have to go out and rebuy his entire collection

He loves going to Central Park in the fall and looking at all the leaves change color, and you even buy him a Polaroid camera so he can take pictures

To help him get caught up on modern pop culture, you pick a new show or movie to watch with him every couple of weeks, and most of them are early 2000s comedy-dramas and chick flicks (he liked Mean Girls a lot more than you thought he would, and now he unironically yells “SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE” whenever there's an alien invasion)

He’s obsessed with Broadway. Back in the 40s, he only really knew about “Anything Goes”, “Oklahoma!”, and “Kiss Me, Kate”, but now that he’s in the present, he makes it his goal to see at least one new musical every couple of months, either on stage if it can be afforded, or the pro-shot or movie adaptation. His newly-discovered favorites are Newsies and Hamilton, but he is also a big fan of Wicked

He likes learning about potentially useless information that he doesn’t really need to know for the hell of it. No, he doesn’t need to know who invented aerosol cans, but he wants to, and who’s gonna stop him from learning about it?

He was genuinely befuddled the first time he rode in a modern car, and not even a fancy one like Tony's Audi R8 Spyder. Nat took him for a drive in a 2009 Nissan Altima once and he spent the first ten minutes messing with the seat mover buttons

A gentleman above all else. He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair when you go out to eat, gives you his hand to help you out of cars or down stairs, and will give you his arm whenever you're walking anywhere together, because Sarah raised him right, aiight?

When he learned about Dapper Day at Disneyland, he immediately dropped everything and borderline extorted Tony into arranging a trip to California for the team so they could go. You two go as Duchess and O'Malley from The Aristocats, and you almost die because of how good he looks in his outfit

For a while he thinks voice-to-text and voice notes work like telegrams did, so for a while you receive voice notes of him yelling "HI Y/N STOP ARE WE STILL ON FOR DINNER TONIGHT STOP I LOVE YOU STOP" until Tony finally sits him down and explains how it works, so then you start receiving normal texts and voice notes

He loves stargazing, but since he lives in modern New York he barely gets to see the stars anymore because of all the light pollution, so a few times a month you drive him a couple hours away from the city, and you just lay down in the grass somewhere and watch the stars together

He is very fond of board games. So much so that he insists on a weekly Board Game Night with the team. Monopoly was kicked out of the rotation because of a Code Green after Bruce caught Tony trying to steal money from the bank eight times in a row, and then he still won, but the most popular games are Clue and Sorry

He doesn't understand the obsession with true crime. He does however very much enjoy procedural dramas like Grey's Anatomy, 9-1-1, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and Criminal Minds. He thinks they're interesting

He absolutely hates being cold. One time the heat went out in your apartment, and you came home to find him on your couch wrapped up in every single blanket you owned while grumpily watching Legally Blonde

He’s borderline addicted to flannels and Henley shirts. Like, you open his closet and he has one in every color of the rainbow. I mean, the man looks good in a flannel or a Henley so you’re not mad about it, but it’s becoming a teeny bit excessive

#logan speaks #logan writes #logan has headcanons #steve rogers headcanons

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batpham-discord-highlights · 2 years

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Jazz Drake: Part Three of Four

source: #ghosts-and-bats channel

1, 2, 3, 4

So, Tim shows up to the Batcave that night with his little sister in tow

And Bruce just

He can't

He can't be angry around her

She is, like, ten

And she's adorable

An extremely cute but angry eight-year-old appears in ur mancave wyd

Smol Child: Mr. Batman, you're in big trouble if you don't take care of my big brother

Smol Child: If he gets hurt I will [insert creative threat that hints at medical competency]

Alfred: I believe this one is mine, Master Bruce

Oooohh Alfred's protégé

Ok but like would she have a codename

She would wear what Alfred wears as Agent A, but miniature

yoooooo

didnt expect the Alfred twist

Agent J

canonically alfred has a daughter btw

don’t think y'all use it but just to throw it here

I just read about her while on dukes wiki I thin

Julia Pennyworth, right?

agent J

She does but I'm not a big fan :/

Don't remember why

But yes, Agent J

Anyone who is a civilian simply has the nickname agent letter

She continues to pursue an education as a doctor as well

alfred teaches her everything he knows

including where are the hidden guns

Yes

They go to the range every Tuesday

"Batman may have a no kill rule, but we pennyworths don’t"

"we?"

"a slip of the tongue, I’m afraid"

Bruce has an aneurysm when he finds out but knows he can't stop them

Jazz "Pennyworth" Drake

im living for this so much

this is such a gift

Hrmmm what is the canonical age doff between duke and tim

I hate dc

I think Duke is maybe a year or two older

Ok then it is reasonable that Danny and jazz are around the same age

let’s go with WFA ages

It wasn't a twins au so yeah

so 18 or less

The thing is, Talia knows next to nothing about Agent J

She doesn't really go places that Talia has access to

I mean, there's school, I guess

And she'd probably know she's pursuing a medical career

But she's dismissed as any threat to Damian

Which turns out to be a m i s t a k e

But like the thing you said about shooting ranges earlier makes me remember jazzes terrible aim in canon xd

Alfred fixes that

with good teaching and a lot of patience

demon child going down

fighting on the taco bell parking lot

letsgo

im having so much fun A

But yeah, she's suspicious of him in the first place so she lurks like Alfred taught her too

A way Damian isn't trained to sense with his league training

He pushes Tim off the ledge

She shoots him in the shoulder

Him being Damian

Thankfully, Tim is okay

And the bullet didn't hit anything vital

But, y'see, Darling Jazzy's worries about Damian are taken a lot more seriously than Tim's in canon

After all, she is also a child

They can't play the "He's younger, grow up" card on her

^ yes

Damian only tries one more time and is stopped similarly

This time the shot barely misses an artery

Alfred: Nice shot, Miss Jasmine

Alfred: Just as I taught you

Damian learns to respect the agents and adapts a lot faster to the new environment

Because it's made clear that attacking allies is u n a c c e p t a b l e

i love my ONLY sister

best sibling ever

"you are not even related"

And Jason

Oh boy

She isn't in a place to threaten him like she is with Damian

But she holds a grudge like you wouldn't believe

She doesn't talk to him

She only treats him when she has to

She glowers at him

alse she'd feel guilty because if only she'd been there she would have protected her brother

Yes, she absolutely does

#ghosts and bats channel #batman #danny phantom #tim drake #dc x dp #bruce wayne #damian al ghul #jason todd #jazz fenton #alfred pennyworth

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dcjaybird · 1 year

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A snippet from my pregnant!Jason universe.

Dick walked into the family room where Jason was laying on the couch with a book. “Where is everyone? I just realized the whole family is staying over tonight. Do you think we can convince them to play a board game together?”

Without looking up, Jason scoffed, “Wasn’t I supposed to be keeping my blood pressure down? Not skyrocketing it into the atmosphere.”

“It’s not that bad.”

Jason dropped the book onto his chest and stared incredulously. “Are you insane? Did you just block the entire monopoly incident of 2021 out of your head?”

“That was a one off. Who knew Alfred was that competitive?”

“Ok, then how about the Scrabble throw down in 2020? Candyland crisis of ‘19? The Tiddlywinks hostage situation? Do I need to continue?”

Dick hummed fondly, “Oh yeah. I think I still have a scar from that playing board. Damian’s gotten so much better since we made that no sharp objects at the table rule. I doubt it would happen again.”

“Yeah it won’t happen again because I took all the board games and set them on fire after last Thanksgiving. Half of you idiots couldn’t patrol for a week. I thought Bruce was going to have an aneurysm.”

Dick’s mouth twisted to the side, “You make a good point. Maybe video games—“

Jason silenced him with a look. “Dick, we haven’t been alone together without kids for a month. I know for a fact that Cass and Steph have already a sleepover planned for the girls tonight and you want to find everyone and have a family game night,” he said flatly.

Dick wagged an eyebrow. “Ooh. Are you trying to suggest something?”

“Well it was pointed out to me that sex was supposed to bring on labour.”

Dick nodded sagely, “That’s very true. You know I’d do anything to help you out.”

“It’s about time you came to your senses. I can’t keep hauling this baby around. The weight is killing my back.”

“You’ve only gained maybe 20 pounds,” Dick said.

“Fuck you. You try hauling around 20 pounds on your stomach all day. And I miss my abs.”

Dick hummed in agreement, “I miss your abs too.”

Jason pushed himself up off the couch. “Excellent. So we’re in agreement. Come on, Dickiebird. Time to earn your keep.”

#fanfiction #Jason/Dick #Jaydick #author:jaymint #mpreg #series: accidental baby acquisition

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sjsmith56 · 8 months

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Contact - Chapter 7, Finding Jade

Summary: Ma senses a familiar presence searching for Jade and decides to reveal the real connection between the two. Bucky tries to calm an upset Jade after she experiences a flashback of child sexual abuse. Realizing that her own father enabled Elder Abraham as a pedophile Jade vows vengeance. The Avengers agree to go after the cult but only to turn them over, which doesn’t satisfy Jade.

Length: 3.6K

Characters: Everyone is in this, except for Ben.

Warnings: Flashback of sexual abuse, disagreement between Jade and the others, desire for vengeance.

Author notes: As Ma recognizes who has been looking for Jade she realizes she has to reveal her true relationship with Jade. It sets the stage for much of what will come, including the close relationship she will develop with Bucky.

<<Chapter 6

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Ma, Wanda, and Jade did another practice session to lure one of the Others away from its nest. They pulled this one quite a distance to see how far before the sentries followed. As soon as they were out of visual range two sentries came looking for the wayward creature and they released him.

"Well, as long as we don't take them out of visual range of the nest we can take him quite a ways," said Ma. "How fast do they move at top speed?"

"About 30 mph," said Bucky, who had been observing the session. "I don't know if they do that speed in the exo-suits. That distance today was what, about half a mile? That doesn't give you very long to get away if they come searching."

"No, it doesn't," said Ma. "It's almost certain we'll need a distraction to get away."

She stopped talking for a moment and something flickered over her face, recognition, or a bit of fear...Jade sent her mother a thought.

"Ma, what's wrong?" she asked. "You felt something."

"You didn't," she said, "and that has me worried. Someone is looking for you. I think you should shut down all of your abilities for the next while. Don't use any of them until we do the mission."

"Ma, tell me what you saw," said Jade, worried.

Her mother turned directly to her. "I have something to tell you," she said openly. "Go get Bruce and Steve. They should hear this. Bucky, Wanda, you come also. I'll be in my room."

Jade found the others and brought them to Ma's room. They sat on the couch and chairs while she sat on the edge of the bed. Nervously, she clasped and unclasped her hands. Then she looked at Jade.

"What do you remember of your mother?" she asked.

"Just a presence," said Jade. "No face or voice."

"And your father?" asked Ma.

"A tall man, blond, could ride a horse, and he cried when he left me in the Badlands," she said.

"He was upset," she said. "You weren't the first member of his family to be cast out. His wife was the first, a year before because of her psychic abilities. She stayed nearby though because she was concerned about their daughter, who had exhibited the same abilities that both parents had, except your father hid his. On the day he took you out to the Badlands he sent a thought message to his wife and told her where he left their daughter so she could find her and take her to safety. Except the wife had a medical incident. A migraine so bad that she thought she was having an aneurysm. Her friend called an ambulance and they kept her in the hospital for two days, until she snuck out and drove to where her husband said he had left their daughter. She wasn't there. For another two days your mother looked everywhere for you, finally finding you at the base of a hoodoo. You were almost dead and she thought she lost you."

Ma started crying and Bucky stood up to hold her. "You're Jade's mother," he said gently, his eyes full of concern, "her real mother."

She nodded and wept into his chest. Jade's eyes were full of tears but she said nothing, and offered no comfort to Ma. Patiently, she waited for Ma to speak.

"I was a nurse and I bought some IV fluids and I treated you at home for dehydration and exposure," she said. "Gently I went in and removed my face from your previous memories. I wanted you to have a fresh start and forget that I had no choice but to leave you there. I hated them for what they did to you, a six year old. I hated your father for staying with them, choosing them over you. But the leader, Elder Abraham, had such a hold on him, I was surprised John even dared to tell me where you were."

"Why now, Ma?" asked Jade. "Why tell me now, instead of years ago?"

"I tried to tell you, many times," she said, looking at her daughter with a fearful face. "But I was afraid you would leave me and take Ben, and you two were all I had. We were so happy and I was terrified you would hate me."

"Ma," said Jade, standing in front of her mother, "I can never hate you. You saved me. You showed me how to use my gift, how to be a good mom, how to love a good man. I just wish you had trusted me and told me the truth sooner. Your future knowledge is better than mine. What have you seen that pushed you past your fear of telling me?"

"Two things. The Others will take me and I won't be here to protect you," she said. "Wanda will try, the others will try but it might not be enough to keep the Children of Adam from taking you."

"When will the Others take you?" asked Bucky.

"On the mission," she said. "They will come for the one we're examining and I won't be able to hold the illusion long enough for me to get on the horse. Bruce and Peter will get away because I'm the human they want."

"That's why you were trying to extend the distance," said Steve, "to buy yourself more time. What's the second thing?"

"The presence that was looking for you in Albuquerque was your father, Jade," said Ma. "He's still with Elder Abraham and they want you back. They want you back to marry Abraham and become the mother of their cult. They think because you survived the wilderness you proved your divinity. In their minds you will save them, and only them from the Others. You can never go back there. Bucky, you have to protect her. Don't let them have her. I'm not afraid of dying as long as I know Jade and Ben are safe. But right now it's fifty / fifty that I'll die."

"Wait," said Steve. "This isn't a sure thing?"

"Nothing in the future ever is," said Ma. "There's always a chance it works out differently."

"We need Dr. Strange," said Bruce. "Surely, he must still be alive. Wanda, when was the last time you tried making contact?"

"About a year ago," she said. "He wasn't showing up on any of my visions. I've had no visions about Jade or her mother, either. It's like there's a blank spot over them."

"Who's Dr. Strange?" asked Jade.

"Sorcerer Supreme," said Bucky. "He was a neurosurgeon who was injured and learned to harness magical abilities including the ability to look forward into time, into all possible futures."

Jade frowned. "Does he wear a red cape?" she asked. "Blue suit?"

All three men and Wanda stood up. "Yes," said Steve. "Why?"

"I dreamed of him," said Jade. "While I was in the Badlands, dying. He came to me in a dream. Why can't I remember what he said?"

She stood there pressing her hands to her head. Wanda walked to her.

"May I?" she asked.

Jade nodded and Wanda put her fingers on Jade's temple and closed her eyes. Together the two women saw the vision that Jade had dreamed when she was delirious with pain in the Badlands.

"Touch either Jade or myself if you want to see this," said Wanda.

All three men touched one of the women while Ma used her own abilities.

"I'm dying Ma, they killed me," moaned Jade, as she lay face down in the dirt.

"You're not dead yet," said a man.

Jade looked up and saw a man in a red cape. "Who are you?"

"Dr. Stephen Strange," he said. "I'm here to make sure you get to the Bunker and give the Avengers a message."

He bent down over her and gently laid her on her back, lifting her shirt and seeing the wound. Shaking his head he waved his hands over it and the wound closed.

"That will have to do for now," he said. "Long enough to get seen by the dog, anyways. Now listen carefully. What you and your mother propose is what we're trying in our bunker in Canada. That's why I haven't been answering the call. I've needed all my attention on this. Don't you try it until I get back to you. It's a good idea but all sorts of things can go wrong. Oh, and tell Steve, welcome back. I'm sorry about Peggy. Tell Bucky, I'm sorry about Lily. Tell Peter that Aunt May is safe. They must look after you, Jade, you're the key."

The dream ended and everyone stood back. No one said anything at first.

"So does that mean the mission is on hold?" asked Ma.

"I guess so," said Steve. "He was pretty specific about waiting."

Life was always a matter of waiting for the right moment to act.

Paulo Coehlo

The meeting in the common room to share Jade's vision was ... interesting. Peter was happy to hear his Aunt May was safe, at least she was a few weeks previous when Jade first had the vision. Clint thought it was a little convenient to just remember now about the vision.

"I was dying, Clint," said Jade. "Ask Bruce if you don't believe me. Plus I was delirious. I saw Death sitting on the back seat in the car waiting for me. It didn't even click for me until Bruce mentioned Strange's name and it sounded familiar."

He nodded and said sorry for seeming angry. Scott had an unrelated question.

"How many queens are there?" he said.

"I would guess it's like a bee hive, each nest has a queen?" said Jade. "I don't know much about bee hives."

"You're partially right," said Sam. "Each hive has a queen but without a queen they die. I think this queen has many nests that support her. The other part of your meeting, about Ma being your real mother. Don't you find it a little too coincidental that you survived four days in the Badlands when you were six and again just a few weeks ago for several days when you were almost dead? You're not a big person, you're quite slender. How did you manage to survive at all? Other than Dr. Strange's intervention."

"What do you mean Sam?" asked Bucky. "Do you think divine intervention was at play here?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "But the cult seems to think so if they're looking for her."

"Strange said Jade is the key," said Ma. "It was her that first heard the queen. I think right now we make sure the cult don't get their hands on her."

Everybody agreed with that assessment. The meeting broke up and Jade ran out of the room. Ma watched her leave and bowed her head, wondering if she had damaged the relationship with her daughter forever. Bucky looked at her, gave a grim smile, and left to find Jade. He found her in the garage with the horses. Standing in the doorway he watched her gently stroking their necks, being nudged by them as she connected to their minds.

"You shouldn't be using your gift right now," he said. "If it leads the cult to you..."

She looked at him. "They're afraid," she said. "They can sense when there's danger and it's close already. Why me, Bucky? Why am I the key?"

He stepped forward but she stepped back behind the first horse. "Don't," she said softly. "You're not the one who the Others want, who the cult wants. It's a curse. It's always been a curse. I either die or be raped by a creepy old preacher."

"I won't let that happen," he said, stepping slowly forward. "I'll steal the quinjet and take you and Ben far away to where no one will ever find us. Ma, too, if you want her to come. Please, come to me."

She pushed her face into the horse so he wouldn't see her cry. He was almost to the first horse and it nickered softly at him.

"It's okay," he murmured, to her and to it, as he stroked its neck. "I won't hurt you. I only want to take care of you."

He was right in front of her between the two horses and he gently took her hand, pulling her to him. Enclosing her with his arms he pulled her into his chest and bent his head over hers. Slowly he took a step back with her, then another and another until they were away from the horses. Then he lifted her in his arms and took her to their room where he laid her on the bed and covered her up with the duvet before laying beside her on top of it.

"Just sleep, baby," he whispered. "I'm here with you until you sleep. No one can get past me to you."

She could feel his warmth through the duvet and it soothed her, feeling like a heater aimed at her back. As he kept whispering in his calm voice she closed her eyes and slept.

"Well there you are sunshine," said her father. "Where have you been hiding? Elder Abraham wants to see you."

Six year old Jade came out from the closet in her room. She had been hiding because she knew Elder Abraham was looking for her. She didn't like him. Not since that day when he put his hand down her shirt and touched her chest. She had tried to pull away but his other hand was on her back and he kept her close to him, too close to him.

"I don't want to see him Daddy," she whined. "He smells funny."

"Sshh, baby, he's our pastor, our leader," he said. "He's a great man and he thinks you're very important."

"No," she said and she refused to move. "Why can't you see that he's a liar? He's bad, Daddy. He touched me in a private place. Mom said he's a pedo something. Don't make me see him."

"Your Mom was cast out," he said sternly. "We don't say her name anymore. You shouldn't be saying lies about Elder Abraham. That's wicked and you can go to Hell for being wicked."

"Then I'll go to Hell!" screamed Jade. "Daddy, don't! NO!"

Bucky felt Jade tense up and start to shake as if she was trying to pull herself away from someone or something. He tried to wake her up but she resisted until she sat up screaming. Pulling her into his arms he stroked her hair and back as she wept.

"He was a pedophile," she spat out, as she cried, "the whole cult, they were following a pedophile. I wouldn't submit to him so he called me wicked, cursed, an abomination, and he cast me out. My father chose him over me. Oh, Bucky, I'm terrified. They're going to find me and make me join them. We have to stop them."

As he calmed her down Bucky's mind whirled with ideas on dealing with the cult for the other Avengers to consider. They couldn't go after the Others until Dr. Strange contacted them. But they could have another mission. To find and disband the Children of Adam and put Elder Abraham behind bars. He heard a knock on their suite door. Opening it he saw Wanda and Ma, both with a worried look on their faces. Looking behind him, he closed the door and stepped out into the hallway.

"You know what she dreamed of?" he asked.

"I know," said Ma. "I reported them when I was cast out but they put on such a pious show of lies that the police brushed it off."

"She's terrified they're going to force her to join them," said Bucky.

"She's right to be," said Wanda. "I had a vision. It was dark, very dark. This cult is evil. They want her to have Abraham's child so that it has her powers and he'll use the child to bring about an apocalypse, using the Others to kill those who don't submit. They'll use Jade and the child to shield them from the Others. They have gold, lots of it. That's why the traffickers offered you gold for Jade. He's got them all looking for her."

"I won't let them take her," he said. "I'll take the quinjet and take her far away."

"It won't be far enough," said Ma, sadly. "John has a link with her now, a tenuous one but he can build it. Eventually they will find you and take her from you, over your dead body if they have to."

The door opened behind Bucky to reveal Jade standing there.

"If you're going to talk about me you might as well do it to my face," she said, turning back into the room but leaving the door open.

The others followed her in where she stood facing them in the centre of the room.

"We have to stop them," she said. "Not just to keep them from taking me but for the kids they are abusing now. Abraham is a monster with an appetite for children. I can't stay here knowing that he's alive."

"You want him dead?" asked Bucky. "Jade, I won't kill. No matter what he's done, I'm not a killer anymore."

"Then I'll kill him," she said. "Wanda, Ma, I need to up my abilities. If they take me they will bring me to him. I'll be close enough to kill him."

Bucky tried to intervene.

"Leave me alone. I accept that you won't kill him."

"Jade," he pleaded. "Let the Avengers handle him. We'll come up with a plan. I'll bring it to them right away."

"He's right," said Ma. "They're dangerous people. Jade, let them move against him. If you go, they'll hurt you, bad."

"Alright," she agreed. "Bring it to everyone. I'm willing to let the professionals handle it."

Ma and Bucky left to organize a meeting. Jade looked at Wanda.

"You'll help me? asked Jade. "I've seen it. They won't be successful."

"I'll help you," said Wanda. "You'll have to block yourself from your mother. She can't know. Let's be straight about this. You plan to kill him with your mind, not a weapon."

"My mind will be the weapon," replied Jade, looking coolly at Wanda. "I might have to kill my father as well."

"Jade, are you sure you can kill?" asked Wanda. "I've done it. It will affect your soul, permanently. There's no going back."

"I'm certain," she said out loud. "It has to be done."

She moved to the door and opened it. Wanda joined her and they both left the room. Bucky and Ma had alerted everyone to a meeting in the common room. Bucky and Steve were standing at the side talking in a low voice to each other. Jade could see Steve wasn't happy about anything Bucky was saying.

"Bucky called the meeting but it's about a vision I just had," she said loudly. "We can't go after the Others yet, but there is another group we need to handle. We need to stop the Children of Adam."

"Why?" asked Sam. "What have they done?"

"They're the group that cast out Ma, then me when I was six years old," she said. "I always believed it was because my abilities frightened them but it was more than that. I wouldn't submit. Their leader, Elder Abraham is a pedophile. He abuses children. He also believes that I'm meant to rejoin the cult and bear his child. They're going to come looking for me. I ask that you take them out first."

As everyone talked at once Ma looked at Jade, several times. Each time her face grew more and more alarmed.

"Why are you blocking me, Jade?" she suddenly blurted out loud. "What is it that you don't want to me to see?"

Everyone stopped talking and looked at the two women, mother and daughter.

"Again, why are you blocking me from your mind?" demanded her mother, pulling on Jade's arm.

"Because you'll try to stop me from killing Elder Abraham, and possibly killing my father," said Jade, looking in her in the eye. "Dear old Dad is the one looking for me. Without him, they can't find me. Abraham is a pedophile, a monster who preys on children. He doesn't deserve to live. After all they've done to us, to me, don't I get to have the justice they deserve?"

"Killing them isn't the answer," interrupted Bucky. "Trust me on this. It scars you for life. I have many scars from killing. I remember every single one. Bring them to justice, yes. Killing them, no."

"Jade, we're going to launch a mission against the cult," said Steve, stepping in between her and her mother. "But we will turn Abraham and your father over to the authorities."

"What if the authorities are part of the cult?" she asked. "What if the reason the traffickers have been allowed to flourish in Albuquerque is because they provide children to Abraham. They have gold. Clint, you said yourself that gold always makes a difference. No authorities."

Bucky and Ma looked at each other then at Jade. Neither were happy at the state of Jade's mind. Something dark had seized her and was influencing her. That a mission to stop the cult was necessary was openly accepted by the group. Steve stood next to Bucky and they both looked at each other, realizing that the proposal to kill Abraham and possibly Jade's father could tear the group apart. How to prevent that was going to be a lot more difficult.

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Migraines & Headaches Masterlist

As Real as Anything (ao3) - sahiya G, 5k

Summary: “If you’re calling to ramble tipsily at me about something you dreamed up with Ted, I’m going to hang up on you,” Tony mumbled into his pillow without bothering to do anything so pedestrian as pick up his phone. This was what he had an AI for.

The sound he got in response made him shoot up in his bed. It was a sob, but not only a sob. It was a gut-wrenching, bone-deep, sob of despair, and it was coming from his kid. “Tony,” was the only word he could make out. And then again, “Tony, Tony, Tony.”

Desperate Times (ao3) - awesomesockes, whumphoarder pepper/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony’s attempt to self-medicate away a migraine goes awry and Bruce is left to deal with the aftermath.

D is for Diploma (ao3) - whumphoarder T, 3k

Summary: Between all of his commitments, Peter’s grades start slipping, putting him in danger of losing his academic scholarship to Midtown. Stressed and guilt-ridden about the effect this will have on May’s finances, he ends up worrying himself sick and having a breakdown in Tony’s lab.

Five Times Peter and Steve Conspired to Take Care of Tony (ao3) - sahiya steve/tony T, 40k

Summary: ... and one time Tony took care of them.

Give the Kid an Oscar (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 2k

Summary: Poor kid—he looks utterly miserable. And if anyone should know how much migraines suck, it’s Tony.

gold in the seams of my hands (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky E, 94k

Summary: Six months after the whole mess with the Flagsmashers, Bucky’s life is going pretty well, apart from the headaches. Sam is Captain America, Bucky’s his right-hand man both in the field and in the apartment they now share, and they’re slowly but surely working on getting the Avengers up and running again. For the first time in longer than Bucky can remember, he’s—well, not quite happy, but he’s content. Except for the goddamn headaches.

When Bucky’s headaches turn out to be something stranger and more serious than either he or Sam could have ever foreseen, their evolving partnership and the fledgling team they’re struggling to build are tested by a mission and a mystery that have painful roots in Sam's own recent history. If they're going to get through this, Bucky is going to have to accept a new power, Sam's going to need to learn what coming to the rescue looks like now that he's Cap, and they're both going to have to trust in a partnership that could become something more.

I'll Be Your Safety (ao3) - Paraxdisepink steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Bucky's getting headaches from what HYDRA did to him. And there's feelings. And some fluff.

I'll Learn To Dance If You Promise Not To Laugh (ao3) - torakowalski clint/phil, jane/thor E, 10k

Summary: A College AU in which there are long distance relationships, misunderstandings, and no one actually spends any time in college.

In Case of Emergency (ao3) - aliaoftwoworlds G, 4k

Summary: Tony is listed as one of Peter's emergency contacts.

like a lullaby (ao3) - hailfire_73 T, 4k

Summary: Peter gets a migraine and Tony takes care of him

Of All Days... (ao3) - happyaspie G, 4k

Summary: Peter needs to be picked up from school due to a splitting migraine. May is out of town and there is only one other person who had permission to sign him out of class. Tony. Only he wasn't expecting the man to show up with his best friend in the passenger seat. Yay... he gets to meet War Machine while wearing oversized sunglasses and carrying a sick bowl.

Though to be fair, Rhodey wasn't exactly expecting to meet an unmasked Spider-man either...

Pain of a Different Kind (ao3) - arianapeterson19 phil/tony T, 1k

Summary: No, Fury, Tony is not trying to leave debrief because he is bored.

The one where Tony gets a migraine.

Pressure Changes (ao3) - sahiya pepper/tony G, 8k

Summary: Peter is pretty sure he's dying. Possibly of an aneurysm. (Spoiler: He's not.)

Pressure Point (ao3) - ratherastory G, 3k

Summary: Tony gets a migraine. Luckily for him, both JARVIS and Steve are there.

Soft Armours (ao3) - icarus_chained T, 1k

Summary: Natasha, Tony, Clint, Steve. En route to an infiltration mission, they have to work around Natasha's migraine aura. Natasha & Tony, primarily.

Super Duper Side Effects (ao3) - awesomesockes, whumphoarder T, 16k

Summary: The downside of an enhanced metabolism is that it renders most drugs completely ineffective. Captain America accepted this long ago as an occupational hazard. But after Peter sustains a serious injury in the line of duty and the doctors have no way to manage the pain, Steve decides to volunteer as a test subject for Bruce and Tony’s experimental super drug.

However, the soldier ends up getting a little more than he bargained for.

(Alternative title: Original Drug Tester: Steve Rogers)

Three-Day Migraine (ao3) - sahiya G, 8k

Summary: Tony’d had migraines since he was teenager. No one knew why, because no one ever really knew why with migraines. He had a few obvious triggers––red wine, dehydration, and stress. Stress was by far the worst, since it meant they tended to flare up when he could least afford to take time off. He’d tried a lot of different medications over the years, and none of them really worked, but Imitrex at least took the edge off.

So when Tony blinked at the hologram in front of him and realized that it wasn’t going wonky because something was wrong with it but because something was wrong with his vision, he wasn’t too alarmed. Irritated, but not alarmed.

Ups and Downs of Stress (ao3) - anxious_soul G, 3k

Summary: Five times Tony was ill and one of his friends helped him. +1 time he was ill and everyone was there.

Used to the Pain (ao3) - hemingwaysgirl T, 3k

Summary: Tony usually kept to himself when he was sick, never seeking comfort from anyone. He powered through in true Stark fashion, hiding the paleness and dark shadows with foundation and concealer. Sunglasses and fake smiles completed the look and no one ever suspected a thing. Well, no one except Pepper and a certain annoying spider kid.

You caught me at just the right time (until you couldn't) (ao3) - 14million_constellations N/R, 19k

Summary: “I thought Spider-Man didn’t get sick,” Tony said, smiling.

“And I thought Tony Stark didn’t care,” Peter says, now not only looking like death but sounding like it, and Tony frowned. Peter noticed. “Sorry. You do care. I know you do.

--or--

The 5 times Tony realized Peter was sick, and the 1 time it was almost too late.

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Shots Fired

So I’m just going to go ahead and apologize for this in advance. My brain has decided it doesn’t want to concentrate on any of my current WIPs and keeps throwing new ideas at me. This may or may not be a one shot, but I’m hoping that writing some of the other ideas will let me get back to the rest of my in progress fics. So, yeah here goes nothing.

“Bruce Wayne said what to you?!” Adrien winced at Mari’s tone. The sheer rage in it was enough to make most people duck and run. Unfortunately he didn’t have that option unless he wanted her to commit murder.

“He was just being honest. I’d rather deal with that than the brush offs, false promises, and fear I get from everyone else.” He wasn’t prepared for the fierce hug Mari pulled him into but he automatically went boneless against her. Ever since his father had been unmasked and they’d revealed identities, Mari became insanely protective of him. Very few people had stuck with him, period, but their bond was different. No one else knew about the Miraculous and their Guardian so he was the only one she could confide in, and she was the only one he could talk to about what he’d been through as Chat Noir.

“You need to hire a new head designer and show all those assholes what a huge mistake they made.” His head was still buried against her shoulder but he pulled back to give her a dry look.

“I’ve been trying. No one is willing to ruin their career by working with me.” The look he got in return said she thought he was an idiot.

“I happen to know of a talented up and coming and connected designer you haven’t bothered to ask who would love to help you rebrand.” That couldn’t be right. He’d contacted everyone in the industry. She just looked more annoyed at his confusion and it finally clicked.

“Mari, I’m not about to destroy your career before it really starts. Beside which, you’ve got more than enough on your plate without getting pulled into my mess.” She had the audacity to roll her eyes at him.

“You need to look at this as a businessman instead of a friend, Chaton. I’m already known for being unconventional and you want to move away from high fashion. It’s the perfect partnership to attract a younger market and we already know we work well together. Besides, worst case scenario we tank, I become Jagged’s personal designer full time, and you can be my PA.”

That… actually made a lot of sense. Mari had been moving away from the traditional fashion world ever since Jagged started commissioning her. After what happened with his father she had just as much reason, just as much right, to dismantle everything he’d built and turn it into something he’d hate. Something that was uniquely them. Just thinking of the aneurysm it would cause Gabriel in prison was enough to put a manic grin on his face.

“Let’s do this.”

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There was a shrill scream coming from Tim’s office and Bruce ran in expecting to see gunmen at a minimum. Instead, it was just Tim, staring at his computer in horror.

“Please tell me you didn’t delete the presentation for this afternoon.” He couldn’t help the exasperation in his voice. After doubling down on Bruce’s own paranoia, he’d made it so that anything he deleted was irretrievable. It had already caused more than a few crises when he was sleep deprived and hit the wrong button. Tim blinked at him.

“What exactly did you say to Adrien Agreste when he suggested a collaboration?” It was his turn to blink at that. The function that conversation happened at was months ago and as far as he knew, none of his children were aware of it.

“I told him there was no point since Gabriel was likely going out of business in a few months and we could simply buy any assets and hire any employees we’re interested in.” Tim’s groan was interrupted by a thud as his head hit the desk. Knowing he wasn’t going to get an explanation, Bruce walked around the desk to look at the article Tim had been reading. It announced the rebranding of Gabriel as well as a new head designer. The designer was quoted as saying that after a discussion between Bruce Wayne and their partner, they believe there are too many fundamental differences for them to work with him, his company, or any of his subsidiaries.

“Who is JHN?” The glare Tim shot him held disgust as well as anger.

“Only the best up and coming designer who Dick and I have been trying to commission for two years now. Unfortunately no one seems to know, or be willing to divulge who they are and the only way to get a commission is to be referred by one of their current customers. That was difficult enough and now you’ve gotten us blacklisted.” The bitterness in his tone almost overrode Bruce’s shock.

“You can’t find any personal information on them?” That was more than a little concerning since they were working with the son of a terrorist. “We need to be at that launch party.” Tim scoffed.

“Good luck with that. Pretty sure we’re not on the guest list.”

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Marinette had a streak of pettiness in her that rarely had a chance to surface. When she suggested to Adrien that they invite the Waynes to the launch as a sign that there were no hard feelings, he hadn’t questioned it. The poor, sweet boy had no idea what she was planning, but if things went well she’d be eviscerating Bruce Wayne in person. It wasn’t until they were waiting backstage for Jagged to announce them that Adrien seemed to catch on to her plotting.

“You and Jagged don’t have anymore surprises planned for me do you?” She let out a giggle at that. Jagged had insisted on surprising Adrien with a brand new grand piano to celebrate the launch. When Gabriel had gone to jail, Adrien sold just about everything to donate to charities for Akuma victims, but he’d missed playing far more than he’d thought. He ended up getting an electric keyboard, which Jagged had called sacrilegious.

“I promise that was the only thing we planned together. I will be just as shocked as you at whatever he says before he introduces us.” Adrien let out an amused snort.

“You think he’ll explain how you got your moniker?” She could only roll her eyes at that.

“I hope not, since I’ll have to put out a press release to explain what actually happened.” She loved the man but he embellished the story more every time he told it. “Penny promised me she would try to dissuade him if he brought it up, but we’re hoping he forgets about it.”

“You are the lucky one.” Adrien proved to be right on that. Jagged rambled about how they were two of his favorite people, but didn’t mention that at all. Granted, she zoned out a little bit until she heard their names.

“So, it is my honor to introduce Adrien and Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” Marinette grinned wide at the name as they walked on stage. Not many people knew that her parents had adopted Adrien after Gabriel went to jail. The legal proceedings were sealed for the safety of everyone involved.

After that it was pictures and questions from reporters. She got to tell them the real story behind her design alias. She took too long to come up with one so Jagged started calling her JHN, for Jagged’s honorary niece, and it stuck.

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Adrien had lost Mari in the crowd and that worried him. He could tell she was up to something and the fact that she’d deliberately ditched him to do it was concerning. He was trying to find her when two of Bruce Wayne’s sons cornered him.

“Congratulations on you launch, and getting possibly the most talented designer in the business. I’m Dick and this is Tim.” Dick was being too cheerful for it to be genuine and it immediately put his back up. Before he could give one of his polite, rehearsed replies, Tim spoke up.

“Yeah, how’d you manage that by the way?” His tone implied that there was something nefarious going on and Adrien couldn’t help the frustrated sigh that left his mouth. Everyone expected him to turn out like his father and he was just tired of it.

“Since you won’t believe anything I say anyway you should just ask Mari. I’d pick a different tone though. She really doesn't like people making assumptions about me.” He’d had to ban her from business meetings after she threw a stapler at someone.

“How dare you, you bastard!” His head whipped around at Mari’s yell and he found her squaring off with Bruce Wayne.

“Oh shit.” He took off running, only partly aware that Dick and Tim were on his heels. He managed to get in front of Mari just as she was about to lunge at the man. “Mari, stop. You can’t attack Bruce Wayne.” He meant to sound assertive but it just came out exasperated.

“The hell I can’t! He basically accused me of having Stockholm syndrome and you of holding me hostage.” Adrien couldn’t say he was surprised given the rumors going around. He really wished the man had accused him directly instead of going through Mari though. Before he could try to calm her down Mr. Wayne decided it was a good idea to continue.

“How do you explain the partnership then? Let alone the marriage? He’s just using your name for his own personal gain.” Adrien shared a confused look with Mari. Marriage? Surely he didn’t think… Mari started giggling and he couldn’t hold back his own laughter. They ended up barely propping each other up and gasping for air. It obviously annoyed Mr. Wayne but his sons just looked confused. Mari recovered first and he decided to just get out of her way.

“First of all, there is no marriage. We share the same last name because we’re siblings. Something you of all people should understand given your adoption fetish.” The boys both had ‘oh shit’ looks on their faces but Mr. Wayne’s expression didn’t change. “Second, the partnership was my idea after you told Adrien you were basically waiting to loot his company.” He tried to sputter out a denial but she cut him off. “Save it. I don’t care who you think you are or how much money you have. No one gets to my family without going through me first.” Another boy with a white streak in his hair gave an amused snort and Adrien motioned frantically at him from behind his sister. Yes, Mari didn’t necessarily look intimidating but she was fierce and fought dirty. “Laugh it up spot. You all refuse to even look past who Adrien’s father is so I’ll do the same and assume you’re all judgmental assholes like yours. Let’s go.” Adrien shot an apologetic grimace at them as Mari pulled him away.

“Did she just call me spot?” The boy didn’t seem to know if he should be amused or insulted.

“Damnit Bruce! Now we’ll never get a commission.” Tim’s words brought an amused smirk to Mari’s lips and Adrien could practically hear the wheels turning in her head. He honestly felt sorry for Bruce Wayne. The man had no idea he’d fired the first shots in a war he was destined to lose.

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