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Forgotten Demon Twin 9/?

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Danny came face-to-face with green eyes.

Damian was here.

“Hey Val, can we have that order to go?”

Tucker and Sam looked toward where Danny’s attention was and immediately understood. They looked at each other before turning toward the half-ghost, worried.

“Sure thing,” Valerie said while looking a bit confused. Curiosity swam in her eyes. Sam paid for the food, and they stood to the side, silent.

“Hey Fenturd!”

Danny sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with Dash right now, especially with Damian watching.

“What do you want, Dash?”

“Because of you, I got thrown earlier. It’s time for me to return the favor,” he said while hitting his left hand with his right fist.

From the corner of his eyes, Danny saw the man, Dick, hold Damian down. His twin brother looked livid.

“Can we do this later,” he asked, “I’m not in the mood, Dash. I’ve had a pretty shitty day.”

“And it’s about to get worse.”

Danny didn’t even try to dodge the fist. He had to keep his cover, after all. It’s not as if Dash’s hit hurt anyway. His grandfather, hell, Damian has hit him harder than Dash ever could. Danny instinctively closed his eyes.

The hit never came.

When he opened his eyes, Dick held Dash’s fist.

“I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

Dick was glaring at Dash, and holy shit did he look scary. Well, he was a vigilante.

Dash flinched a bit and then backed off. But not before giving Danny a murderous look. Great, something else he would have to deal with at school. Why did these people have to show up and mess with his life? He had been doing fine until they decided to meddle.

“Here’s your order,” Valerie said. She stared at Dick and then toward Danny.

“Danyal, how could you let trash like that bother you? We taught you better than that.”

Danny scowled and ignored his twin, “Thanks, Val.”

He got the order and walked out of the diner with Sam and Tucker following behind him. It didn’t deter Damian.

“Dami,” the man, Dick, said his brother’s name in a warning tone. Who would’ve thought the precious heir would ever allow anyone to talk to him that way?

Danny felt a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He didn’t think. He took the hand and flipped the person attached to it. Unfortunately, Damian didn’t land on his ass but did a flip in the air before landing on his feet in a crouch.

People were staring at him. His classmates were pointing and whispering to each other. Fuck! So much for keeping a low profile. He could imagine the gossip being born.

“What do you want,” Danny asked, “You’re just ruining the life I’ve made here.”

“I want you to come home, Danyal. You belong with father and me.”

Damian saw Danyal’s face darken with anger.

“It’s Danny. And I already have a dad. His name is Jack Fenton. Leave me alone, Damian Wayne.”

“Did he just say ‘Wayne’?” People were muttering and looking through their phones. Some were even taking pictures.

“Tt,” so much for a low profile.

“Not so fun to have your cover blown, is it akhi?”

Danyal left with his two friends, leaving Damian behind.

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John Constantine, Hellblazer, occult detective, the Laughing Magician, was not having a good time before the Bat called. Batman told John about the Anti-Ecto Acts, and he could feel himself getting an aneurism.

Who the fuck decided that putting a hit out on the denizens of the Infinite Realms was a good idea? He knew it was against them because only creatures from the Infinite Realms produced and used ectoplasm. He didn’t know much about Infinite Realms, so he sat down with as many books as he could find.

John took a swig of scotch straight from the bottle. Then, he started researching.

Contrary to what most people thought, John spent more time in books and doing research than fighting monsters and demons. He had told Bats to give him a few hours to learn more.

What he found worried him. There were very few weaknesses that these so-called ghosts had. Some of them had never been human, to begin with, and were personifications of concepts. Dreams, time, nature. They were more akin to gods.

And the bloody US government had basically declared war on these beings.

John sighed as he turned the page to the book he was reading. It was going to be a long day.

Hmm, maybe he should call for some help. Deadman might know more about the ghosts of the Infinite Realms.

Making up his mind, John started the ritual to summon the other members of Justice League Dark. Besides, what’s the point of being part of a team if you don’t get help occasionally?

____

Danny had decided to leave his friends behind. He just wanted to be alone. After what happened in Nasty Burger, Danny felt tired.

He opened the door to his house and was met with Vlad’s smirking face.

Fuck.

“Hello, Dann-o! Vlad decided to come visit us,” his dad said with feigned enthusiasm. That was a first.

His mom came from the kitchen holding cups of hot tea.

“I can see that,” Danny said, “to what do we owe this?”

“Oh, you know, I’ve found out some interesting things and wanted to make sure secrets weren’t being spilled. Yowch!”

Danny suppressed a giggle. His mom ‘accidentally’ dropped some of the tea on Vlad’s crotch.

“Oh, I am so sorry about that. Let me go get a clean towel for you.”

“I’ll be in my room,” Danny said as the chaos unfolded. Besides, he wanted to know why Plasmius was here. He knew the moment he locked himself in his room, a duplicate of the older halfa would be there.

Lo and behold, he had been right.

“So, Daniel, or should I say Danyal? It’s time we talked, hmm?”

Danny tensed. Vlad knew.

Fuck!

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petite-phthora · 9 months

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Take care...

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 11]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Their first stop was a small café near Robinson Park; Alysia's Boba Bar & Café. After each of them had placed their order, with Jason paying, saying it was ‘his treat’ and that ‘he had promised he’d be the one paying earlier’, they took their food outside.

They did get some stares from the customers and employees, mainly aimed at Jason who’s wearing his Red Hood gear, but they just ignored them minus some intimidation from Jason from afar.

Though, Jason wasn’t quite sure if Danny actually ignored them or just blatantly didn’t even notice them.

Either way, they were currently sitting on a bench in the park. Jason had taken his helmet off and put it next to him so that he could eat, still wearing his domino mask anyway. He’s also still wearing the watch Danny had gifted him.

And he’s never taking that off, holy shit he loves it so much.

Danny is sipping on the leftovers of his boba, having already scarfed down his sandwich. Jason starts his tour, telling him about Robinson Park and pointing out Gotham Zoo right next to it.

After they’re both done with their food, Jason puts his helmet back on and they get back onto his motorcycle so he can point out important landmarks while driving around.

Jason and Danny proceed to chat a bit during the ride as well, just some basic stuff to get to know one another; favorite color, favorite food, how they would disarm someone with a gun and de-escalate the situation, opinions on otters and how they hold onto each other so they don’t drift away, favorite movies, etc.

And Jason is desperately trying to focus on driving instead of Danny’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

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"Over there is the Iceberg lounge."

Danny’s gaze follows where Jason is pointing, falling on a big two-story building with a sign on the outside reading ‘Iceberg Lounge’.

"It's a nightclub owned by the Penguin, one of Batman’s rogues. It’s mainly just a front for his criminal activities, but the nightclub itself is actually pretty good to be fair. Bit posh though"

---

"See that big tower in the middle there? That's Wayne Tower. It's basically the office building of Wayne Enterprises, the company owned by Gotham’s very own multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne." Red Hood says, sarcasm dripping off of his words at the end.

Danny lets out a small non-committal hum.

“You don’t sound too fond of him” Danny inquiries curiously.

“I’m not“ Red Hood states, not elaborating in the slightest.

Danny tries to lighten the mood a little “Well, as long as he doesn’t try to adopt me I guess he’s still better than another millionaire I know.”

Danny smiles as he hears Red Hood laugh.

---

"Over there’s Gotham City Public Library. It’s one of my favorite places in the city. I tend to go there at least once a week. They’ve got a ton of books and are willing to order any they don’t have at request. There’s also some computers there that are free for public use."

"You like reading?" Danny asks curiously.

"Mhmm. I'm mainly in the classics like Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, etc."

“Oh, nice. I don’t usually read much. English was basically my worst subject at school, but the teacher was pretty good. Kind of ended up being one of the only ones in my corner and he really tried his best, y’know?”

“He sounds pretty nice. Is there a reason you haven’t read much, like lack of interest or…?” Jason trails off questioningly.

Danny shrugs “I guess I never really had the time as a teenager, with an added lack of motivation on top. And now… I guess I don’t really know what kind of books I’d like or where I should start.”

“I could recommend you some? If you want me to?”

“Sure, that’d be nice”

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"The large building over there is Arkham Asylum. It's basically a psychiatric hospital. Batman dumps all of his rogues here, though they keep breaking out."

"Oh yeah, I’ve heard of this place. My older sister applied to work here"

"Dr. Jasmine Fenton?" Jason questions, even if he was already pretty sure who Danny was referring to.

"Mhmm,” Danny nods, “she recently gained her doctorate and wants to be a psychiatrist at Arkham"

"... I wish her good luck" Is the response Jason decides on.

"I’m sure she can do it" Danny proclaims, somehow embodying the :D smiley face.

Jason considers the possibility of her having similar meta powers to her brother and decides that if she does she'll probably be fine.

Not to mention she has Danny in her corner… And Red Hood now as well.

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"What's that building over there?" Danny asks as they're driving on one of the roads on the outskirts of the main part of the city.

Jason looks at where he's pointing, spotting the manor.

"That's Wayne Manor. Do you remember that millionaire I mentioned earlier? The one that owns Wayne Tower and WE? That's where he lives."

Danny sounds a little surprised as he asks "He lives in that huge building? All by himself?"

"Well, not really. He has some kids, most of whom are adopted though you wouldn’t believe the field day the press had when it was found out he had a biological son. Besides them, he also has a butler that lives at the manor”

Once again, it seems Danny has noticed Jason’s standoffish attitude at Wayne, as he tries to lighten the mood a little.

"That manor is still way too big for all of them. Like what are they doing with all of that space? Are they hiding something? I bet they have a huge secret basement underneath the manor with some kind of laboratory and some shit. Millionaires seem to love those."

Jason lets out a surprised laugh at how on-the-nose Danny is, making Danny grin at his successful attempt to lighten the mood a little. Though it makes him question for a little bit…

He doesn’t know, right? Or does he…

"You know, I think the manor is actually missing something" Danny speaks up again.

"Oh? And what’s that?" Jason asks with humor in his tone.

"It would look way better TPed" Danny states confidently, bearing a mischievous grin.

Jason barks out a laugh, a sharp grin on his face.

"Let's save that for the next date, Doll"

Danny lets out a slightly giddy laugh, his cheeks red and heart beating just a little faster at both the 'next date‘ part and the unexpected, but not unwelcome, nickname.

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“And this,” Jason says, as he gestures proudly towards the streets around them, “is Crime Alley, which is my turf in this city. I’m the one protecting this place.”

Jason had brought Danny to Crime Alley as the last stop on their date.

“Oh yeah!” Danny speaks up. “I was wondering about that!”

Jason turns to him questioningly and Danny takes it as a sign to continue.

“Yeah so, why is it called crime alley?” he asks curiously with a tilt of his head.

Say what now?

Jason takes a deep breath.

“Are you serious?” Jason asks genuinely curious, gesturing at the drug deal taking place behind them, the mugger that’s running past, and towards the right where gunshots can clearly be heard.

To his credit, Danny doesn’t falter at all, giving Jason a smile and continuing.

“Yeah, I thought it was called Park Row or something like that. Did it get renamed?”

Jason closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before letting out a strained “Something like that…”

He takes another deep breath before looking back at Danny, who’s still looking at him with a bright smile.

“Is there really no reason you can think of why this place would get nicknamed crime alley? Not one reason at all? None?”

A small explosion sounds and some metal shrapnel falls in little pieces around them. A car tire rolls past. Danny and Jason don’t look away from one another.

Danny ‘grew up with mad scientist parents, an OSHA-violating lab in the basement, fighting ghosts, causing property damage, evading ghost police, fighting a king, is pretty certain his parents have been committing some kind of tax evasion for their research funding, etc., etc. though none of that was really an excuse as his friends and sister didn’t turn out quite as blind to danger as him.’ Fenton thinks about it for barely a second before shrugging.

“No, not really. Why?”

“This is where the Joker attacked you.” Jason tries pointing out, causing Danny to take a good look around them.

“Oh, that’s right! I was wondering why this place looked so familiar! I gotta say, it looks different in the daylight. But I mean, that attack could’ve happened anywhere, couldn’t it? What’s so special about this place?”

God, how can he be so smart yet so stupid?

Now is really not the time to kiss him, Jason.

“It’s… just a nickname, given to the district by the Gothamites. Poverty runs rampant and the crime rates here are… above average, let’s say, when compared to the rest of Gotham. Only old rich folks still call it Park Row” Is what Jason decides to say.

“So yeah, it’s probably best if you try to avoid this place, especially at night. Though God knows you can handle yourself, considering the way you went at the Joker” Danny snorts at the innuendo.

“It’s still better to be safe than sorry and keep away from this place, unless you’re with me. The people around here know better than to mess with me and the people I’m with, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Hmmm, are you sure the crime rates are higher here?”

On their left, a guy dressed in a gray hoodie with suspicious dark red stains on it runs at a car, gets in, and drives off as fast as he can with the car alarm still going off.

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try to keep that in mind then”

God have mercy.

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Red Hood had driven them back to Danny’s apartment after their date in order to drop him off. Meanwhile, Danny is still not quite over the fact that he can actually call it a date!

After they both get off of the motorcycle, Red Hood walks him the few feet to the front door of his apartment building, and it’s time for them to say goodbye again.

Do they kiss now? Or should he wait till the next date?

Danny really wants to kiss him right now.

But he’s wearing his helmet so it would be awkward as fuck.

Especially if he had to ask Red Hood to take it off.

No, Danny can’t do that. Just no, he’d have his second death, this time of embarrassment instead of electricity. It’s some variation at least?

“See you later, —”

Danny cuts himself off with a not-so-subtle fake cough, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at what he was about to say. He had almost let out another cringy animal-themed goodbye, just like last time.

Great going, Fenton. Despite not going for the kiss, he still managed to almost fuck it up.

It’s like he’s digging himself a bigger hole by the minute.

Red Hood stops walking and pauses. Seeing this, Danny lowers his head to stare at the ground, his body stiff.

---

Jason can’t quite believe he’s doing this, and if any of the bats heard him, he’d never hear the end of it. But… to put Danny at ease…

“Take Care, Polar Bear”

The sentence makes Danny snap his head back up immediately. His mouth is slightly open, as though he’s trying to come up with something to say and failing.

Not waiting for Danny to answer him, Jason starts moving towards his motorcycle again.

Danny, with his cheeks still slightly red, stares at the leaving figure of Red Hood. His gaze is full of adoration, as he just falls a little deeper for the helmed vigilante.

Jason is thankful the helmet obscures Danny’s view of his blushing face as he gets on his motorcycle. He gives one last wave to Danny before revving the engine and leaving for his apartment.

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#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #ah the cringy animal goodbyes #it’s becoming their thing ^-^#also #the crimes that are happening around them are a bit of an exaggeration #and usually there wouldn't be this much happening in the daylight and with Red Hood around #plus normally Jason would've probably done something about at least some of it #but i wanted to add this stuff in for the comedic sense of the scene #oh and I know I usually try to keep chapter length consistency #and like i know this chapter is longer than the rest #but I just really wanted to include that last part into this chapter #and I didn't feel like cuttin9 the chapter in half #so yeah #like I've had the last part of this chapter written since like chapter 6 #but I just kept adding in more in between scenes to make the story flow a bit better #while writing this chap i was really unsure if it was date-y enough #so let's hope i managed it :)

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kiwisfics · 1 year

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Summary: Following a failed mission, reader hides away in her room. When Nightwing comes to the door, she assumes she’s in for a lecture.

A/N: Not my favorite, and I'm most certainly having trouble getting out my DC fics just because I've fallen into Resident Evil again.

Need to know: Memoir reader has the ability to bring someone's worst fears to the forefront of their mind. She's a fairly new member of the team but knows Dick and the rest of the Batfam out of costume too.

“Memoir?” Three sharp knocks against her door accompanied her title and her breaths shuddered as she curled herself into a tighter ball and feigned ignorance of the presence of her team leader.

She was far from in the mood to listen to her leader—and maybe-sort-of boyfriend—lecture her about carelessness in the field. She was more than capable of raking herself over the coals and reminding herself of her position on the team. She was already an unwanted element, something that Batman had thrust upon them in an effort to train her and monitor her in one fell swoop.

So now, she was an unneeded variable and a liability at that.

“If you don’t let me know you're alright, I’m not above breaking down your door.”

She huffed as she sat up, “I'm fine. Just save the lecture for tomorrow.”

The silence outside was almost enough to convince her that he'd agreed and left her be, but she was far too aware of his calculation and awareness.

“What lecture?”

“The one that reminds me of Batman every time I see someone else get it.”

His tone was borderline offended when he replied, “I don’t sound like Batman.”

“No, but you lecture like him, and I’m tired, sore, and annoyed so save it.”

He sighed, and she could imagine him glancing side to side down the hallway, ensuring that whatever reputation he believed he had wasn’t damaged by his entirely characteristic display of affection, “I promise I’m not angry, I just want to help.”

She felt herself physically deflate, stubbornness falling and the sharp pain in her ankle spiking as the distraction of irritation faded.

“What do you need?”

“Uh, painkillers, sleep,” she hesitated, “maybe some affection?”

“As if I ever say no.”

She huffed out a laugh.

That was true. If anything, she usually didn’t have to so much as say a word before he was lavishing her with affection. Normally, she wasn’t the reason for a mission going south, though.

“I’ve got the pain meds if you want to let me in.”

She opened the door enough to peek out, “One word as my leader and not as my boyfriend, I’m kicking you out.”

His face lit up, and he looked far too pleased with himself when he replied, “I’m your boyfriend?”

She rolled her eyes and instantly slammed the door, “Never mind.”

“Awe, c’mon, [Name]!”

“Nope! Now you’re banned!”

#dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson #hurt comfort #dc imagine #dc fluff #dc x reader #dc

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 1 year

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BTAS Dork Squad, he is arguing with Heroine (who he kinda has crush on) , and she goes

Heroine: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

BTAS Dork Squad x F!reader

Hm. That's oddly specific.

TW: None

BTAS Scarecrow

Miss, what in the WORLD are you on about? No, really, what are you saying?

All he wanted to know was why you seemed so apt to judge him moralistically when you yourself dance along the line of heroes and villains.

Is this defense mechanism your way of exemplifying your fears that really, you might not be that different from himself? Do you want to talk about it? You'd find he's a fantastic listener.

He is going to attempt to twist this psychologically to you revealing new and interesting vulnerabilities. Might as well considering you seem willing for a back-and-forth. This is why batman doesn't involve himself in long conversation with the doctor.

There is, of course, the benefit concerning his feelings for you. If he can mold you to have sympathy for him... that would be a fair start to something. Perhaps you could even trade sides.

BTAS Riddler

So amused. He's been pressing so many buttons about how you're not any better than he is and he's getting the reaction he wanted. Normally, he's not as much of a shit as other Riddlers, but he has his moments.

"That's quite specific for you, sweetheart. Care to regale me with other little stories or scenarios you've had no hand in?"

If light teasing was a love language, he's creating a sonnet in your name. Shouldn't you be turning yourself in? He's sure you'd look lovely in handcuffs.

In fact, why don't we forget the heroism line for a while? Stealing money from a stationary wallet is rather amateur hour, isn't it? He could show you a crime of grandeur, of theatrics and most importantly... intelligence. His arrogance knows little bounds.

Because let's be honest, if he's got a crush, he's trying to find any instance to impress you with the most important organ a person can develop- the brain. Obviously.

BTAS Mad Hatter

He's upset because you're fighting at all. No, no! This is not proper for him and his beloved to quarrel and... and.... Wait did you just imply you stole someone's money out of their wallet and then dropped the wallet instead of turning it over to proper authorities?

If he wasn't in a poor mood because of this he would almost laugh. His silly, silly Alice. Who is still angry at him. Right. Perhaps, he could point out, that while you certainly definitely never did those things, the thought had occurred to you.

No one is perfect dear, not even your darling Hatter! He's never burned down buildings, either! or killed someone with his hands explicitly. But if you've stolen a bit of money... well, he supposes that's alright. He loves you just as you are.

We're completely ignoring the mind control. That might have even been the origins of the argument in this case and he's just pretending it's out the window at this point.

Yes, he's completely trying to weasel his way out of you being mad and into why you should be enthralled by him. After all, he cares for you so much.

#BTAS dork squad #btas scarecrow #btas riddler #btas mad hatter #foxwriting #x F!reader

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glitterge1pen · 2 years

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Want To Be In A Pool So Bad Right Now

Hal Jordan x reader, sfw, fluff?, word count 2,391

The aftermath of a supernatural attack in the mountains allows for some downtime at the hotel pool.

You weren't sure what was worse. Working with Batman on the debrief or with Superman on clean up. Both left you totally tired. At least with Batman you didn't end up as sore. The previous day had been exhausting enough, a small mountain town coming under a supernatural attack of unknown origin that had taken half the league to fend off. It was nerve wracking and scary. No matter how often or how much you dealt with these types of situations it never got easier.

A blinking red light and vibration snaps your eyes open. You sit up, stretching over the bed to the night stand to grab your communicator.

“Pixie Hollow! Come to the pool with me,”

You sighed, both from relief and a bit of annoyance.

“Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn't I be serious? There is a perfectly good hot spring pool just down stairs and no one wants to come with me?”

“Ask Flash,”

You say pacing around the room now.

“I did! He was already asleep. Come on we did hard manual labor today, let's take advantage of the free pool,”

Hal was very convincing. But there was a problem, you didn't have a swimsuit.

“Even if I wanted to I don't have a swimsuit,”

“So you want to?”

“Not what I said,”

“It was implied,”

You could hear his smile. You peek out the hotel room window to the long stretch of pool several floors below. It did look inviting, plus it would help with any soreness tomorrow. It would be beneficial if anything to go relax in the pool.

“Fine I’m in, but you have to help me find a swimsuit,”

“Deal,”

Less than five seconds later there was a knock at your door. Your mood instantly lightened at the thought of Hal having waited down the hall for you. You threw on the t-shirt and pair of basketball shorts that you had brought for sleeping and open the door.

“Who are you?”

“Room service, didnt you order the steak and salad?”

“Oh, you must have the wrong room,”

“Really? I’m real sorry about that, is there anything I can do to make up for bothering you at such a late hour?”

“Late? It's barely eight?”

You say dropping the tone of banter. You and Hal made your way to the elevator.

“Sun already set, but the pool is open until ten so we’re good,”

“Is the pool even open after yesterday?”

“Yeah, heard from one of the pool boys that the manager is super stressed about making up the cash flow. So they're definitely open.”

Hal had wandered around the hotel premise earlier so he knew exactly where the gift shop was. The brightly lit space was filled with the typical gift shop nonsense, magnets, mugs, and t-shirts. There was also a fairly large array of swim gear. Goggles, swim caps, towels and flip flops.

“See swimsuits”

Hal said, holding up a pair of trunks in one hand and a bikini in another. You ignored him, searching the racks for something more your taste. You worried they might not have anything you liked, which was only confirmed when Hal held up the most vile looking swimsuit you'd ever seen. You swatted at it with your hand, telling him to put it back.

“Why do you care? It's just me and you, you can wear whatever it doesn't matter,”

“I don't want to wear an ugly swimsuit,”

You say plainly, still shuffling hangers on the rack.

“Like I said it's just me,”

“Not the point,”

“Just saying I’d think you'd look good anything,”

You didn't have time to dote on his compliment or tell him that you weren't trying to impress him, because there in the middle of the clearance rack you spotted it. You lunge for it. The perfect color, pattern, cut and size. You held it up against your body, searching for the tag. Hal grabbed it from you before you could check the price.

“It's on me,”

He said, leaving you behind for the register, he grabbed whatever else you had stashed in your hands as well. In the locker room you were itching to get in the pool. You quickly rinsed under the shower, tossing your clothes into one of the lockers. You hissed as your now wet feet almost slipped on the tiled floor. But then you were on the concrete, in the thin night mountain air.

The pool had red stone along its edges and a bright blue tile underneath that contrasted well in its own light. The cabanas, beach chairs, and snack bar were empty. All around was the mountains, tall pines, and steam that rose off the hot tub at the other end of the pool. Besides the lifeguard the area was empty.

You looked around not sure where Hal could be. Your attention was grabbed by a far off point in the distance, the trees cleared up in that direction so you had a larger view of the sky. Lifting your head up you took in how much more vibrant the sky was.

A splash of water almost knocks you off your balance. In your star gazing, Hal had rushed right past you, his shoulder brushing your side as he jumped into the pool. You laughed as he emerged from the water, shaking droplets from his now drooping hair.

“Come on Pixie Hollow, get in before I drag you in,”

You conceded, entering the water and letting your body relax into it. You laugh at the juxtaposition of the chaos from just earlier that day to now. Hal had more energy and was swimming around you almost in laps. You made the mistake of splashing him with water and spent a good amount of time fending him off. Checking to make sure the lifeguard was not paying attention, you sprinkled some of your golden dust onto the water, sending it flying towards Hal. It was a strong enough motion that he was thrown under the pool by the force of it.

You covered your mouth in shock, not having intended to hit him that hard but unable to simmer all your laughter. You went over to where he had disappeared under the water. You had an apology ready on your lips for when he came up but the moment did not come. Confused, you looked down, swirling in the water to get a better view of him. Had you knocked him out? Hands came to your waist, a yelp escaping you as Hal dragged you under with him. The sound of water greeted your ears, the whir of the pool.

The natural water of the hot springs didn't sting as much as you thought it would, you had to blink a bit. You made sure Hal was watching you, his hair floating around him and his mouth zipped shut. You could never look at him for long. You focused the last bit of your energy on another streak of dust. This time you looped it around and around, using your finger to direct it. Hal seemed momentarily mesmerized by the display, you sent the tornado of dust and water right into him.

You both come up from the water with gasps. He splashed you again, albeit much more lightly.

“Not cool!”

But his smile said otherwise. You came to the edge of the pool, hoisting yourself up so only your legs remained in the water. You laid back onto the rocks, they were still warmed by the sun and it soothed your back. When Hal came up to your side, and gently said your real name, not Pixie Hollow or your hero name or the name of your city. You sat up, not anticipating the expression he had on. One that you had to actively work against because he was gazing up at you from the water. His arms crossed on the rocks, he seemed apprehensive but also dreamy. As if he was happy to be there with you, but afraid of whatever he was about to say next.

“You…you would never put one of your spells on me? Right?”

You weren't sure whether to soften up or get defensive, which left you stumbling over your words.

“What? Why would you think that?”

He put his head in the crook of his arm, speaking to you but looking away.

“Just wondering,”

You kicked the water, effectively splashing him.

“You don't just wonder if you’re under a spell Hal, and you don't get to just say whatever you want and then act like you didn't say it,”

He quickly turned to you, hands up in surrender.

“Woah, woah, I didn't mean to offend you,”

“Okay, is it the intention or the result that matters?”

He sighed.

“You’re right. Look, I’m sorry. Just been, I don't know,”

“You know enough to try to talk to me”

You say settling back into a more comfortable position on the edge of the pool. Hal too eased.

“Let me put it this way,” He started to lazily float on his back. “Lately something I didn't think I would take too seriously, has started to change,”

“What, like a threat?”

Hal laughed and shrugged.

“Maybe. And I wrongly assumed maybe you had something to do with it. I’m just dumb and burned.”

“Burned?”

You still weren't exactly sure what he was trying to say.

“Yes, burned,”

He said back to his usual sarcasm and upbeat twinge of the mouth.

“Sorry to interrupt,” It was the lifeguard, he had successfully snuck up on you two. “But the pool is closing in less than five minutes,”

“Oh god,”

You practically jump up apologizing and rushing to grab the towel you had tossed onto one of the beach chairs. You buried your head in the towel attempting to dry off as fast as possible when you heard the lifeguard say something to Hal that made you freeze up.

“You two are such a nice couple, glad someone was brave enough to come down to the pool after yesterday's disaster,”

You wanted to refute the statement but Hal’s genuine reply of ‘thank you’ stopped the words from leaving your mouth. You grabbed Hal’s towel for him, intruding in on his small talk with the lifeguard.

“Come on, let's head out,”

You thank the lifeguard and retreat back into the locker room for one more shower before bed.

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You woke up earlier than you usually did the next morning. Checking the pamphlet left on the dresser, you checked to see what time breakfast started being served. Complimentary breakfast started ten minutes before you had woken up. You had only one outfit to change into but you still felt refreshed from the pool as you bounded into the lobby.

You were greeted by Barry who already had himself a plate and glass of orange juice. After gathering your own meal you slid into the chair opposite of him.

“Wow, aren't you just glowing from your late night swim” He said this first part with disinterest but ended it with a flourish of his fork and smile that begged you to tease him back. “That I wasn't invited to,”

You scoff, taking your first bite of food.

“You were invited but you were asleep!”

“Not true! Only reason I know you went swimming was because I saw you in the pool from my room”

Barry seeing the confusion on your face waved his hand as if dismissing the subject before you could say anything else.

“You know thanks for saving my ass the other day,”

Your mind cuts back to the blood bath. Batman in your ear telling you that Barry needed wings, the fast escape you had made from the monster you were currently occupied with to find Barry cornered on the edge of a cliff. The bolt of golden mist had sent him over the side of the mountain but he quickly reappeared to land a kick to the head of the large beast who had trapped him. He was even more of a threat in the air, his speed and flight the perfect combo.

The memory dispelled when the pain of being knocked into ended it.

“You don't have to thank me, we do that stuff all the time,”

“A thank you never hurt anyone,”

He said stuffing a mouthful of french toast into his mouth. This is when Hal took the seat besides Barry.

“Morning”

Barry said around his mouth of food.

“Morning,”

Hal said with less enthusiasm. His sagging shoulders and hand that was keeping his head up told you he was still tired.

“You know you don't have to be awake. Batman and the others want be here for the survey until past noon,”

“Was too hungry to stay asleep,”

“Same,”

Barry said, getting up to grab another plate.

“Hey Barry go easy on that buffet, you're gonna get us kicked out,”

He ignored your warning, looking directly at you as he scooped a pile of hash browns onto his plate. Both you and Hal gave little laughs. He really was tired, you reckoned. He even had dark circles under his eyes, which were certainly not there the night before, he looked dejected.

“Thanks for asking me to go swimming with you,” Hal perked up, seemingly stunned. “I had a good time and needed it after, well”

You gestured around, he nodded in understanding.

“Anytime,”

He said, pushing his chair back to follow Barry. Not an ounce of exhaustion lingering on him.

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A/N: The speed at which I wrote this is ridiculous, at least for me. Anyways still working on this particular Hawks fic and slowly putting together something for Dabi. As usually check out the rules and such before requesting!

#hal jordan #hal jordan x reader #dc x reader #green lantern #green lantern x reader #DC comics #Hal comes to take over my mind every now and then

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Falling On You - Tim Drake x Reader

Requested by Anon - I’m in the mood for something juicy! What if Tim has a girlfriend Bruce doesn’t approve of and Jason likes her and gets Bruce to accept them?! Please?! With sugar on top?!!!!!!

***

Jason grumbled, marching out of the manor’s side door and into the garden. He pulled his tie to undo it, letting it hang loose around his neck. “Son of a bitch, Bruce. Drag me out here for his stupid wedding,” he mumbled under his breath. He put his hands in his pockets and walked the path that ran beside the manor. “Forced me to dress up.”

A piece of stone fell on the pavement in front of him. Jason stopped, raising an eyebrow. He glanced up to see a woman in a beautiful long dress climbing out of the fourth story window. Jason blinked, mentally mapping out the manor to realize the woman had climbed out of Tim’s bedroom.

She slowly made her way down. Jason stopped to watch her, eyes widening when she stepped on the edge of her gown and lost her balance. A little yelp left her as she fell. Jason moved fast, catching her. The momentum knocked them both to the ground. The back of Jason’s head slammed against the pavement, he saw stars as the woman’s full weight crashed down onto him. All air was pushed from his lungs.

Pain exploded in Jason’s head and body. He choked, trying to bring breath back into his lungs. The woman grunted before quickly sliding off him.

“Sorry.” The woman tried to get her feet under her, but tripped on her skirt. Jason sat up, ignoring the dizziness that overcame him to pull her upright.

“You know the manor has doors right?” Jason coughed, air coming back to his lungs. He let her go when she got her balance and stood up on her own. She ruffled her skirt around and adjusted her top that it dropped too low. Jason couldn’t help but admire the view.

“I know there are doors, but I couldn’t use them,” you said sharply, glancing around quickly. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

Jason smirked, suddenly all the pain in his body disappeared as he quickly saw how pretty she was. “And why aren’t you supposed to be here, sweetheart?”

You looked at him carefully. “Who are you?”

“I should ask you that question.” Jason slowly got to his feet. A groan slipped out of him when his knees cracked at the effort. The furrow on your brow just made his smirk wider.

Suddenly, the side door Jason exited earlier opened, revealing a panicked Tim. He looked around before seeing the woman and Jason and running over. Jason raised an eyebrow. “(Y/N), we got to go now!” Tim grabbed your hand. “He knows.”

“Of course he knows. He’s Batman,” she hissed. Tim blinked, acting like he just noticed Jason. Jason never felt so confused in his life.

“Jason? What are you...” Tim swallowed hard when he heard a commotion inside the manor. “Never mind. Jason, distract Bruce for us. Please?” The panic in Tim’s and the woman’s face made Jason’s heart melt. Even if Tim was annoying, Jason couldn’t stand to see them so scared. “I’ll owe you.”

“You’ll owe me an explanation, but go. I’ll distract him.” Jason stepped around them, nodding for them to go.

“Thank you.” The woman kissed Jason’s cheek, making Jason blush. Tim and the woman ran off into the night just as Bruce came out with Dick and Damian behind him.

Jason reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette pack. He leaned against the garden wall, acting like he hadn’t had a woman fall on him moments before. The group of men marched right up to Jason. “Where did Tim go?” Bruce said, going full Batman mode.

“The Replacement?” Jason widened his eyes in mock surprise. He knew by Dick’s snort that no one believed it. “Haven’t seen him. I just stepped out to smoke. I think I deserve it since you tricked me into coming to your wedding instead of inviting me like a normal person.” Jason put a cigarette in his mouth. That hurt a little, but he wouldn’t let it show.

“Tim just came out this door.” Bruce crossed his arms, going to his full height. He was still a centimeter shorter than Jason. “Enough games, Jason. Where did he go?”

Jason eyed all four men. “TT, let’s just search for him, Father.” Damian pushed past Bruce and marched off the direction Tim and the woman went. Jason hoped they ran fast. Bruce followed him, breaking out into a run when Damian shouted that he found tracks. Dick just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So why do you all want Timmy? Don’t tell me he was supposed to make a speech and ran off?” Jason took out his lighter, playing with it.

“Tim...well, he’s gotten involved with someone that Bruce doesn’t approve of.” Dick leaned against the wall next to Jason, looking very tired. “Tim brought her to the reception and Bruce wasn’t happy about it.”

Jason hummed. He suddenly respected Tim far more than he did before. “What’s wrong with her?”

“So you did meet her?” Dick said, studying Jason. Jason ignored the look, lighting his cigarette. Dick wrinkled his nose at the smell.

“She fell on me when she climbed out Tim’s bedroom window,” Jason said after a moment when Dick wasn’t going to leave. “Nothing wrong with her except she should not wear a long dress when climbing.”

Dick rubbed his chin, sighing. “Her father is Slade Wilson.”

Jason flinched. You didn’t look a bit like Deathstroke, so that was a blessing for you. “Wow, she didn’t seem like a fighter.”

“She’s not. Slade had no part in her upbringing. Didn’t even know she existed until a year ago. He was going to kill her, but Tim and I intervened.” Dick coughed when Jason formed his smoke into a perfect circle.

“And Timmy fell in love.” Jason nodded. He knew Tim probably fell in love at first sight. She was a beautiful woman. “But what’s wrong with that? If she didn’t even know Slade...”

“Bruce thinks it’s a risk.” Dick perked up when Bruce and Damian marched back. If Bruce’s gaze could kill, Jason would have been dead for the second time. “You didn’t find them?”

“No.” Bruce brushed past both of them. “Come back inside. We have a wedding to celebrate.” Selina met him at the door and took his arm to bring him back to the party. Damian stayed by Dick, fuming.

Jason chuckled. “Go Timmy.” He finished his cigarette and the three brothers went back inside to the party.

***

Tim and you left the city that night. He drove for a long time, quiet and worrying his bottom lip. You watched him, holding his hand. His brow furrowed in thought. You knew you needed to let him think.

Around four in the morning, Tim pulled over at a hotel on a coastal town somewhere in South Carolina. “You need some sleep,” Tim mumbled, looking at you with dark circles under his eyes. His pain shadowed the normal shine of his eyes. You knew Bruce’s reaction at the wedding hurt him more than he would ever admit.

“So do you.” You place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Come on. Let’s see if they have room here.” You got out of the car and went into the trunk to grab the emergency travel bags Tim insisted you pack before you both went to the wedding. A pang hit your heart at the fact that Tim expected the reaction and prepared for it.

Tim got out of the car slowly and stretched his arms above his head. You took a deep breath, the scent of the ocean filling your lungs. “Let me,” Tim said, coming to take the bags from you. He closed the trunk. You let him be chivalrous for now.

The two of you were able to get a room from the sleepy hotel clerk and settled in. You were surprised by how clean and fresh the room was. You went to the window, smiling at the view of the ocean. Tim must have paid extra.

“I paid for us to stay here for a few days,” Tim said, despite you knowing already since you were next to him when he got the room. “We both need some time away.”

“True.” You turned and smiled at him. He came to you, taking your hands in his and kissing your knuckles. “I’m sorry, Tim.”

He looked up at you, blinking in confusion. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything, (Y/N).”

“If my father wasn’t who he was, if you didn’t fall in love with me, you wouldn’t have gotten chased out of your adopted father’s wedding.” A tear slipped down your cheek. The guilt hidden for so long was finally pushing it’s way to the surface.

Tim kissed away the tear before kissing your lips sweetly. “Honey, this isn’t your fault. It’s Bruce’s. He’s the one who’s been unreasonable.” He let go of your hands to pull the curtains shut before guiding you toward the bed.

“Still.” You bit your lip. “I never knew my father, but I suppose some of my abilities come from him.” You were a star athlete in high school, granting you a full ride to Gotham University. Your mother claimed you were just talented, never hinting that it might have came from your assassin father. You swallowed hard. The sight of him standing over you, admitting to being your father and that he was going to kill you gave you chills.

Tim felt your shiver. “That doesn’t mean you’re like him. You are one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful inside and out. If someone needs helps, you’re the first to step in.” He grinned at you and seal another kiss to your lips. The warmth of his love seeping in from his lips. “I love you for it more every day,” he whispered as he pulled away to catch his breath. You panted slightly, looking into his eyes. “If I wasn’t so tired, I would spend the next day showing you just how much I do.”

You laughed. “I already know.” You kissed the corner of his mouth before pulling him onto the bed with you. He laughed, and the two of you somehow found the energy to share your love.

***

Jason sat up, panting, glancing around the room. He remembered the wedding and how he downed seven glasses of beer before Dick dragged him upstairs and tucked him in. Jason took a deep breath. It was his old bedroom. The old Aerosmith poster was still on the wall. He smirked, he remembered he placed it there to rebel against Bruce. Too bad Bruce also liked Aerosmith and didn’t mind.

His head throbbed. Jason groaned and laid back down. He stayed as still as he could while his mind drifted back to Tim and you. Jason felt the need to help resolve this battle between Tim and Bruce. He didn’t know why, maybe because he couldn’t allow someone else to be the black sheep. Only Jason was allowed that role.

Deep down, Jason knew he simply wanted to help Tim, but he wouldn’t let himself admit it. Jason opened his eyes, glancing toward his nightstand to see a glass of water, some Tylenol, and his phone. He forced himself to sit up and took the pills before taking his phone and finding Tim’s number in his contacts. Laying back down, he pressed the call button. The ringing made his headache worse, but he pushed through.

***

Tim moaned at the sound of his phone ringing. He rolled away from you, keeping his eyes closed while turning to feel for his phone. He bumped the lamp and the alarm clock before finding it buzzing away. You shifted next to him as he brought it to his ear. “Hello?” he yawned. You mumbled, turning to burying your face in Tim’s neck. Tim smiled, sighing deeply.

“Timbo?” Jason’s voice shocked Tim enough to open his eyes. Tim looked up at the ceiling of the hotel. He remembered the wedding. “I want to help you figure things out with Bruce.”

“Jason?” Tim sat up. You whined, opening your eyes to look up at him as he pulled away from you. “You want to help me?”

“You and (Y/N). She’s good for you.” Jason chuckled when he was only met with silence. “She fell into my arms, so we’ve met.”

Tim glanced down at you. You raised an eyebrow at him at his curious look. “You met Jason?” he whispered to you, holding the phone away from him.

“Oh yeah. I kinda fell climbing out of your bedroom window. He caught me.” Tim blinked. “Tim, you saw us standing together, of course we met.” You crossed your arms over your naked gorgeous chest. Tim bit his lip, enjoying the view until Jason called for him over the phone. You rolled your eyes and settled down, turning to face away from him.

“So I’m going to cook up a plan,” Jason said once he was sure he got Tim’s attention. “You out of the city?”

Tim bit his lip, leaning against the headboard. “Yeah, figured we get away for a bit. Bruce could find us in the city and he should be focused on Selina.”

Jason snorted. “No kidding.” A moan came from Jason. Tim wondered if Jason was hung over. Probably was. “Stay there for a few days and I’ll call you with a plan.”

“Thanks Jay.” Tim smiled. Jason just grunted and hung up the phone. You rolled over to look at Tim. Tim’s heart skipped a beat at your beauty. “Jason is going to help us. Apparently, he’s coming up with a plan.”

You grinned, pulling Tim to spoon against your back. “That’s good. Jason is a nice man.”

Tim chuckled. “Don’t let him hear you say that. It would ruin his rep.” Tim kissed your cheek to find you falling back to sleep. He relaxed and soon joined you.

***

Tim leaned back in his beach chair, watching you walk toward him from the water. If he wasn’t already in love with you, he would have been in that moment. You were soaked, smiling at him, not knowing how beautiful you were. “The water is fine. You should come with me,” you said, grabbing your towel and drying yourself off.

“I’m good enjoying the view.” Tim took a sip of his coffee. It was about eleven in the morning. You took your seat next to him with your towel around you, taking a sip of your drink. “This is nice. Being here with you, not a care in the world.”

“It is, but you want to go home.” Tim blinked at you in surprise, studying you carefully. You simply smiled back at him. “Tim, I know you. You’re happiest when you’re working. Whether it’s your night or day job.” You leaned forward to kiss his lips. Tim hummed at the kiss, melting into you. You pulled away to look him in the eye. “And I love you for it.”

Tim sighed. “Jason told us to stay for a few days while he works something out.” Tim sat back in his seat, looking out at the ocean again. Two children were playing with a Frisbee nearby with their parents looking on.

You nodded. “True, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to go home, Tim.” You reached out to take his hand in yours. “It’s okay.”

He watched the children play, squeezing your hand gently. “But I want to make the most of this with you.” He turned to look at you before standing up and pulling you after him. “Come on. Race you to the water.” He let go of your hand and broke out into a run.

“Oh it’s on.” You laughed behind him before quickly running past him right into the waves. Tim found he was laughing along with you.

***

Jason sat at the bar, taking a slow drink of his beer. It was one of the seedier bars where no one paid attention to anyone. He glanced at his phone. Jason wondered if he was going to show up.

“Why did you ask me to meet you here?” Bruce asked suddenly. Jason turned, eyes wide in surprise. Bruce stood behind him, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. He looked so out of place. Jason couldn’t help, but smile.

“Because it would take you out of your element.” Jason gestured for Bruce to sit next to him. “Get him a beer,” Jason said to the bartender who came over to check on them. Once they left, Jason eyed Bruce who was looking around the bar suspiciously. “No one is going to jump out and get you. Everyone comes to this bar to forget and disappear.”

Bruce hummed. “Is this punishment for tricking you into coming to the wedding?” The bartender set the beer in front of Bruce and walked off. Bruce let the beer sit in front of him, untouched.

“No, I wanted to talk to you about Tim.” Jason smiled when Bruce looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What? I care about my replacement and I know he doesn’t do well when he doesn’t have your support.”

“Tim is taking a big risk dating someone who’s related to Slade Wilson.” Bruce crossed his arms. Jason recognized the furrow of his brow. Bruce knew he was wrong, but wouldn’t admit it.

“Just because someone is related to someone doesn’t mean they are like them.” Jason couldn’t believe his ears. Did he really have to be the reasonable one? “Look at me. Am I an addict like my mother? Is Damian like his mother or grandfather? Is Cass or Steph like their fathers? You know better than that, Bruce.”

Bruce pursed his lips, stubborn to his core. He took a sip of the beer, wrinkling his nose at the taste. “It’s not like that.” Jason blinked when Bruce glanced at him with the shadow of fear in his eyes. “When Slade found out about (Y/N), his first move was to kill her.” Bruce swallowed hard. “Luckily I was able to get one of his informants to tip me off so I could send in Dick and Tim, but they were almost too late.”

“But that doesn’t mean that Tim and (Y/N) can’t be together? You didn’t have to chase both of them out of your wedding?” Jason snorted. “Heck, (Y/N) almost killed herself climbing out of Tim’s bedroom window to get out of the manor.” Bruce’s eyes widened. “I caught her. She’s a wonderful girl, Bruce. And good for Tim. I could tell that just by seeing them together for a minute.”

Bruce downed the rest of his beer, waving the bartender for another. Jason didn’t know if he should be worried. He had never seen Bruce down a drink before. “I didn’t mean to, but I feel the need to protect them from what could happen.” Bruce closed his eyes, rubbing his chin. “What if they get married? Tim would become a target of Slade’s too. What if they had children?”

Jason chuckled humorlessly. Bruce glared at him as the bartender dropped another beer off and took the empty glass. “So you’re trying to protect Tim, but to heck with (Y/N)?” Bruce opened his mouth to protest. Jason held up a hand and Bruce stayed quiet. “Did it ever occur to you that they love each other and this might be the way to keep both of them safe? Tim is well trained. He can protect himself, (Y/N), and their children should they ever exist.” Jason smirked when Bruce looked dumbfounded. “Besides, I doubt you’ll leave them to their own devices.”

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Since when did you get Alfred’s powers to talk me through things?”

Jason laughed wholeheartedly, getting looks from people in the bar. “It’s called being reasonable. The rest of us have it, but apparently it skipped you.”

“I suppose.” Bruce held up his glass to Jason. Jason picked up his own and tapped it to Bruce’s. Both men took a sip. “So you’ll help me make amends with Tim then?”

Jason shrugged. “I guess I’ll have to. You’ll make a mess of it by yourself.” Jason rolled his eyes. Bruce snorted and ruffled Jason’s hair, making Jason gasp and almost spill his beer.

***

You sat on a bench on the boardwalk filled with shops of all types. Tim was at the ice cream stand, waiting in line to order. His pink button down shirt stood out. You bought him it earlier that day to cover his sunburnt back. You reminded yourself to pick up some aloe before you both went back to the hotel.

Your purse buzzed. Looking inside, you realized Tim’s phone was ringing with a call from Jason. You chuckled at the little gun emoji next to Jason’s name. Tim moved up to order, so you decided to answer it for him. Maybe it was time for your mini vacation to be over?

“Hello?” you asked, laughing slightly at the silence at the other end. “Jason, right? I wanted to thank you for catching me that night.”

“You’re welcome.” Jason grunted softly. You could tell he was flattered. “Is Tim there?”

“Yes, he’s getting us some ice cream. He’ll be over in a sec.” You saw Tim get the ice cream and turn back to you. He saw you on the phone, walking over to you quickly as he could without losing the ice cream. “It’s Jason.” You handed the phone to Tim after you took your cone from him.

Tim hummed, sitting down next to you with the phone to his ear. “I’m here.” He licked his ice cream. His mouth pulled into a frown. You studied him, licking your own cone. “He wants to talk...”

You smiled and leaned back to relax. While you didn’t want the spontaneous vacation to end, you knew you both had to get back to your normal lives.

“We can be at the manor tomorrow afternoon.” Tim looked at you. You nodded. “Thanks Jay. I owe you one.” Jason said something. Tim suddenly blushed and looked away from you. “Shut up.” He hung up the phone afterwards rather quickly.

“What did he say?” You smirked and licked your ice cream.

“Bruce wants us to go talk to him. Apparently, he’s going to be reasonable. We can head out tomorrow morning.” Tim bit his lip. “Then Jay did his normal thing.”

You tilted your head. “Normal thing?”

“Making people uncomfortable.” Tim shrugged and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He winced slightly, the sunburn on his back hurting him. “How’s your ice cream?”

“Good.” You kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Tim sighed, licking his own cone. You leaned against him, relaxing and enjoying the sound of the ocean.

***

Jason lounged on one of the library's couches. He was at the manor, waiting patiently for Tim and Bruce to have their make-up talk. Neither one of them knew Jason was here, except for Alfred who promised to tell Jason how it went.

He opened one eye when the library doors opened to reveal you. You were in a very pretty sundress. By the lack of surprise on your face, Jason guessed you knew he was here.

Quiet as a mouse, you moved to sit on the couch opposite him. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself, doll.” Jason studied you carefully. You looked back at him. Jason found himself blushing slightly and quickly turning away. “So Tim and Bruce are talking?”

“They are. Thank you for smoothing it over between them.” You wrung your hands. Jason sat up, still not looking at you directly, yet following your every move from the corner of his eye. “It was very hard on Tim to not have Bruce’s approval.”

“The Replacement always was a suck-up.” Jason smirked when you smiled at his choice of words. “You haven’t fallen out of any windows lately?”

You laughed. Jason’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. “No, luckily not. After all, you weren’t around to catch me.” You crossed your arms in front of you. Jason had to force himself not to take a look.

“(Y/N)?” Tim’s head poked from the library doors. “There you are.” He blinked in surprise at Jason. “Hi Jay, I didn’t know you were here?”

“Just wanted a place to nap, but then your girlfriend woke me up,” Jason grumbled, laying back down to pretend to be cool. “You and Bruce made up?”

“Yeah, thank you for stepping in.” Tim came in and took a seat next to you. You took Tim’s hand and kissed his knuckles. Tim looked positively dopey with love.

Jason watched him, trying to ignore the pang of jealously burning in his chest. “So when’s the wedding?”

Tim’s gaze snapped to Jason. His eyes flashed in warning. You simply laughed. “Not for a bit, Jason.” Jason just smiled back at Tim, planning on embarrassing Tim to the upmost degree.

“So (Y/N), did Tim ever show you his nerd phase?” Jason got to his feet, going to grab the album from the shelf. “Not that he ever grew out of it?” Tim groaned behind him and all was right in the world.

#tim drake x reader #tim drake #tim drake imagine #red robin #red robin imagine #red robin x reader #jason todd #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood imagine #batfamily imagine #batfamily #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert

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bewitched-forest · 1 year

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Formula for a Crime Scene - Ch 2

Circumstances leave Artemis Fowl and Danny Fenton living in Gotham to attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. More circumstances lead to the three boys becoming unlikely friends, and eventually something more. Now the three must navigate a world of superheroes, fairies, and ghosts together.

The worldbuilding of this fic was co-written by my friend, @half-dead-ham, and myself! They will be posting their own Crime Scene (The name of the ship as dubbed by another friend, @thetoyboxs) fic that will have similar plotlines, as we made them together! So behave!

[Ao3 Link Here]

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Danny hummed, adjusting his backpack as he walked outside of the school. He looked around, watching the other students hop in cars before walking away, heading for his hotel.

Now why was he in Gotham you may ask? Why was he attending Gotham Academy?! Well that could be summed up with one word!

Vlad.

Vlad had come over to ‘visit’ Dad a couple of times. Every time he talked about this fancy academy he had donated to and how great it was. A perfect school for young geniuses, that held a great standard of discipline.

It was annoying.

And then when his parents complained once again about Danny’s grade, Vlad acted. Talked about how unsafe Amity was and it wasn’t any surprise that Danny was doing so horribly. Amity Park was so unsafe, especially since its protector was the wretched Phantom. And then he offered for Danny to go to Gotham. And his parents agreed! They agreed like the fucking fiddles they’d been played as.

So now here Danny was. First day of school done with and heading back to the stupid ass penthouse apartment thing Vlad had bought for him.

At least the owners of the apartment were nice. The old lady gave him cookies when he’d finally moved in.

He sighed as he unlocked his door, stepping inside and locking it behind him. Gotham is safer, his ass. It was more dangerous because humans didn’t get affected by ecto-weaponry.

Danny sighed again, dropping his back and the uniform jacket by the door before flopping onto his couch. School was tiring. A couple of the kids were cool, like Quinn and Hannah. Quinn was an enby in his English class who said “Mood” when he slammed his head on the desk. They had a fun conversation about their mutual hate of classic literature. Then Hannah was in his P.E. class.

Honestly P.E. wasn’t as bad as he thought. They had to change, despite it being the first day, but no one said anything about his scars. Then again, Danny had noticed a bunch of scars on other kids too. Just goes to show how hellish Gotham is. Hannah had walked up to him after he got out of the lockers and asked him where he was from. And respected when Danny dodged questions. Pretty chill kid.

Danny shifts when his phone buzzes, sitting up to grab it from his pocket. He leans against the armchair of the couch as he opens his messages.

Tucker: Yo dude how was the first day?

Danny smiles as he replies.

Danny: Ey. Same old same old.

Danny: I stopped this one kid from getting in trouble cause some dickhead picked a fight with him

Tucker: No ignoring bullying?

Danny: I mean. It’s not like anyone knows who I am.

Danny: Can’t pick on me for being a Fenton freak here.

Tucker: Good point.

Tucker: Wish I could convince my parents to let me join ya. Being that close to WE sounds like heaven.

Danny laughs.

Danny: For you maybe.

Danny: I had to get a special orientation featuring like a million safety plans for Gotham’s various problems.

Tucker: Speaking of which, you going out as Phantom?

Danny: Nah man you know the rule. No metas. I may not count but I doubt Batman would care.

Tucker: Eh. Isn’t Signal meta?

Danny: Doesn’t matter. No Phantom-ing in Gotham. Any news on Vlad?

Tucker: Nothing new. Honestly I’m hella suspicious, man.

Tucker: He’s too quiet.

Tucker: Especially after kicking you out.

Danny: Just keep digging Tuck.

Tucker: Yeah yeah. Anyways see ya man. Lancer gave us homework! On the first day!

Danny laughs, texting goodbye. He gets up, heading over to his lab. Honestly the fact Vlad allowed him to get one was wild. But he’d be damned if he didn’t make use of it.

Right now he was trying to figure out how to minimize the original Fenton thermos. He figured he could probably make it the size of a lipstick, like the lazer blaster. But his first, like, three tries ended up exploding so Danny decided he was going to do something different this time.

Danny knew engineering. Its why he has a fucking scholarship for it. But he had zero fucking clue all the materials and know how on his parents creation. They were very much the “lets just do it until it works” type of people.

Which meant he essentially needed to completely recreate the original thermos from scratch before he could actually work on minimizing it. He’d gotten a good outer shell together, but right now he was trying to replicate some of the circuitry. Which wasn’t going so hot.

The memories of how he, well, died made the occasional stray sparks while staring at the open circuit board hell on his nerves. But he was slowly managing it better. He shifts, readjusting the board as he moves the soldering iron he was using.

He perks up when he hears the doorbell ring, taking a moment before realizing that it was the superintendent’s wife. He smiles, putting down the circuit board and welder before heading for the door. He backtracks for a moment to actually turn the welder off before making it to the door.

He opens it up, smiling at the old woman. “Hey Mrs. Abringer. What's up?”

Mrs. Abringer smiles as she offers a box. “I made some cookies again and figured you’d want some. I’m sure you could use them after getting through your first day of school.”

Danny chuckles, reaching out and taking the box. “Thank you. Your cookies are always great.”

Mrs. Abringer nods. “Thank you dear. And remember, don’t be afraid to ask for help.”

“I won’t Mrs. Abringer.” Danny closes the door as she walks away, locking it again.

He moves to the kitchen, stepping over some trash that escaped the can and setting the box on the table. He looks around, sighing before moving to clean up.

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 2 years

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ok lol so my asks are always crazily specific but i always get the ideas when i’m at work

🤷🏼‍♀️ so i was gonna ask for riddler, scarecrow, joker, and two face when their s/o gets revealed to have been sent as a spy for batman or whatever to figure out their whereabouts, etc. like how they react, since their s/o started as kind of a henchperson of theirs, and “organically” got in a relationship with them, how they would find out, react, etc. thanks!! 🫶🏻

This is going to be angsty.

Riddler

They honesty seemed more knowledgeable when it came to Bat so he thought they were useful, letting them tag along

Soon he realized he can hold conversation with them, which became longer and longer

Just kinda fell over time, couldn't believe his luck; but it wasn't only because he thought it was too true

Theu acted strange when he showed affection or talked about, he thought it was because they weren't used to it

He wished he was right but no

One day while fighting Bat they jumped in front of him to protect him

Batman asked why they were doing it, they were supposed to get information from him, what did he done to them

And just like that his heart shattered

He activated trap getting S/O and Batman in it, gave them one last glance before running away

He was so angry, the most intelligent man in Gotham didn't saw it coming; he calls himself moron for the first time in a long time

Just let's himself cry to sleep

And he is still angry but wants S/O back to hug him, to tell him it will be alright

When S/O comes to talk he threatens them with traps while hoping they won't give up

If they don't he would slowly open up but they need to back it up with actions

Scarecrow

He didn't really paid attention to them, just another henchperson

But they seemed to be fascinated by fear toxin, like really interested

So he gives them mission to see how far they'll go

Decides to share of the information about toxin since they succeeded, really tries to ignore how their amazed stare makes him feel

Becomes his right hand person and soon S/O

He loves rambling to them about his research

It feels nice, too nice

S/O took cops somewhere else while he was finishing toxin and after he was done he went to them to help

But he heard them talking to cops like they knew each other

"Y/N stop it."

"Stop what?"

"We all know he didn't give you wrong information. You're covering for him."

"Ha! Don't ridiculous. "

"I don't know what he had showed you but it's nothing good. I gave you this job because I thought you could keep up with Scarecrow, not for you to be fascinated with fear."

He just walks out behind a wall in complete silence

They raise their guns but S/O in between "Jon..."

Just grabs his fear toxin and throws it

He gets out of there as fast as he can, trying to ignore the urge to take S/O and calm their screams

Lays in his house looking at the ceiling, without energy to do anything

Refuses to meet ex-S/O, even other Rogue's feel like he is too quiet

His trust issues might be too strong

Joker

When they showed up he was like "Aight, you can do"

The way that they wanted to spend time with him reminded him of Harley, which was annoying but he needed someone to do his work

Slowly however Y/N gets fun out of it and becomes more cheerful which is more for Joker liking

Decided to show them real fun and soon there's 2 maniacs running around

When cops stop them he separates them and says to S/O

"I knew we shouldn't have send you. There was something wrong with you from the start."

Joker just goes "OOHH! That's explains why you always asked me questions. "

Just zaps cops and takes S/O away,when they ask if he's going to kill them he goes

"Nah, you're fun to have around. "

He honesty doesn't really care about being spy, just don't do that again

Two Face

When they wanted the job he flipped his coin and they got lucky

Harv wasn't in mood for talking and told them to piss off

However they were persistent and make good job so he gave them few words of approval

What got him interested so when they rescued him

They started talking more and he felt warm again

That was until he heard them talking on the phone about how they won't be spying anymore

He felt betrayed and took out his gun

"You either get out or I blow your head off." Harv warned.

Harvey took his other hand on weapon and put it down saying they should go

So they did

Harvey and Harv kept fighting with each other what to do, whether they should allow them to be together

Harvey is just tired and wants someone to love him while Harv is angry

It's all will come to the coin, as always

#lobotomy lover #riddler x reader #scarecrow x reader #joker x reader #two face x reader

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iriswords · 1 year

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Febuwhump Day 12 - Can you hear me?

You can also read this on ao3 and find the rest of my febuwhump fics here

tw: blood and injuries, self-esteem issues, implied past emotional abuse

Fandom: Batman

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Tim has been caught by the Riddler and is forced to play one of his games. He talks to himself as he progresses, certain the comms don't work. On the other end of the line, the Bats hear everything.

Tim hates the Riddler. He used to like the man, used to find him clever and funny, even, but all past appreciation for him is now gone. He pounds against the door for what must be the dozenth time, screaming at the Riddler to let him out. As if that would get him somewhere. It is a commonly known fact that villains never do what heroes ask them. There would be no villains and heroes, otherwise.

“That’s of no use, birdie,” says the Riddler over the speakers in the room. “We’ll proceed to the next part once you’ve calmed down a bit.”

Calmed down a bit? Tim has more than enough reasons to be angry. Not only did he let himself be captured like a fool, and by the Riddler, of all people—Tim has way too many things to do to spend any amount of time trying to solve riddles—but he also sees no way out. The Riddler placed him in a box of a room, with two locked doors. One he entered through. The other has yet to open.

Tim slumps against the wall and lets himself slide to the ground. The Riddler left him in nothing but his suit, stripped him of anything that could have been useful to his escape. He even took the cape. On his leg, a dark stain grows slowly where Tim was stabbed earlier in the night by the Riddler’s goons. It hasn’t hit anything dangerous, but the bleeding doesn’t show any sign of stopping on its own, and Tim has nothing to stop it with. Carefully, Tim prods at his ribs, which he cracked two nights ago and told no one about. They haven’t gotten worse, but they could use some rest. Unfortunately for them, it doesn’t look like they will get it any time soon.

Tim taps against his comms to activate them. Just like the times he tried before, he gets nothing but static.

“Red Robin to Oracle,” he tries anyway. “Can you hear me?” Silence is his only answer. “The Riddler’s got me, and I’m not in the mood for playing his games.”

“Rude,” comes in the Riddler’s voice over the speakers. Tim ignores him.

“Oracle? Can you hear me?” Still nothing.

At the same moment, a pastel blue gas whirls out of the airway. Tim instinctively reaches for the rebreather in his belt and remembers he does not have his belt or his rebreather anymore.

“What is this?” he hisses at the room, hoping the Riddler is still listening and inclined to answer him.

“I’ve paired up with Scarecrow,” says the Riddler casually, as though this was no information worth mentioning. “He’s decided to expand his horizons and test other aspects of the human mind. As a fellow intellectual, I could only agree.”

Tim would rather he hadn’t agreed. And what does ‘expand his horizons’ even mean? Knowing Scarecrow, it cannot be anything good. Tim holds his breath until he cannot anymore, then lets the blue gas infiltrate his lungs. It doesn’t taste like anything, so far from the acrid taste of fear toxin, like terror on your tongue warning you about what is to come.

Tim waits for the effects, tense as a wire. They do not come. The Riddler gives no indication as to whatever toxin this is functioned or not. Instead, the second door slides slowly open.

“You may proceed to the test,” says the Riddler, and Tim figures he might as well indulge the two villains. If they are satisfied, they could even let him go. He gets up, wincing when he puts too much weight on his injured leg and walks to the door.

Tim steps into a giant labyrinth, stretching over the whole ground floor of what looks to be two joint warehouses. That the Riddler even managed to pull this out without getting caught is a testimony of Gotham’s police failure—and the vigilante’s failure, too, because they definitely should have found out about this sooner—but what is done is done.

“Are you out of creativity?” asks Tim out loud.

“Don’t judge my piece of art too quickly, birdie. You may be surprised. All you need to know is that there are no rules. But if you do something I don’t like, you’ll be punished. You’ll know the exit when you reach it.”

Perfect. Just. Fucking. Perfect. Tim has not had nearly enough coffee to deal with this. It looks like he doesn’t have a choice.

Before going into the labyrinth, he tries his comms again and receives no more answer. He decides to let them activated, in case they come back to life suddenly, and steps into the labyrinth.

—

“Red Robin to Oracle,” says Red Robin, and Barbara’s attention shifts from Batman to Red Robin. “Can you hear me?”

“Clear as day,” answers Barbara. “Where are you and what’s going on? We lost your tracker.”

“The Riddler’s got me and I’m not in the mood for playing his games.”

Barbara snorts. “Who ever is? Do you have any useful information to make it easier for me to track you down?”

Tim doesn’t answer her. “Oracle?” he calls. “Can you hear me?”

“I can hear you very well, Red Robin. Do you know where you are?” No answer. “Red?” Barbara sighs and switches to Batman’s line again. “B, we’ve got a problem.”

—

As was to be expected, the labyrinth is filled with traps and riddles. Moving walls and hidden goons waiting to take him out. Tim defeats them all, though not without sustaining further injuries. His left wrist is broken, and his leg is minutely getting worse. He leans on the walls of the labyrinth as he stumbles through it, panting, his mind sluggish from the pain. He fights back the strange urge to cry that has been rising in him for the better part of his journey in the labyrinth.

“I wonder if they’ll notice I’m gone,” he says to himself in a surprising bout of honesty. “Or how long it’s gonna take them.” No one answers him. The silence around him is suffocating. He keeps talking, the words tumbling out of his mouth without his consent. “Maybe they’ll assume I’ll get out myself.” He gives a strangled, bitter laugh. “Well, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.”

Minutes have stretched out into hours, and each riddle takes Tim more and more time to solve. Every time, frustration builds up in him and tears burn his eyes.

“Maybe they won’t care. Mom and dad wouldn’t have.”

—

“Red Robin, can you hear me?” asks Oracle for the thousandth time in the past three hours, since Tim asked for help. And just like those past times, she receives no answer. Everyone is back in the Cave, ready to roam the city as soon as she gets a hint as to where Red Robin is kept. But the Riddler was clever this time, for not even she can find anything leading to Tim. She will, eventually, she knows she will, but the question is, how much time is it going to take?

“I wonder if they’ll notice I’m gone,” echoes Red’s voice through the speakers in the Batcave. Everyone freezes. Apart from a few pained grunts, it is the first thing Tim has said in hours. “Or how long it’s gonna take them.” Barbara exchanges a confused look with Dick. Is he talking about the Riddler and his goons? Has he escaped them?

“Maybe they’ll assume I’ll get out myself.” Barbara frowns as the words start to make sense. Over the speakers, Tim laughs darkly. “Well, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.”

“Is he—” starts Jason.

“Talking about us?” finishes Babs. “Yeah, I think he is.” Silence falls over the Cave. Babs shares the sentiment. Why would Tim think they wouldn’t notice or come for him?

“Maybe they won’t care. Mom and dad wouldn’t have.”

By her side, Dick makes a wounded noise in the back of his throat. Uneasiness grows in Barbara’s chest. They are not supposed to listen to this.

“Red, can you hear me?” she tries again. Tim doesn’t acknowledge her.

—

Tim continues to talk to himself, in a desperate and not entirely controlled attempt at distracting himself from his impending doom. Pain shoots up from his leg every time his foot brushes the ground, and he nearly face-planted three times in the past minute. He rounds a corner and finds himself at a dead-end. Tim chokes on a sob.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he cries to no one. “I just wanted a calm night. Just one fucking night away from assassination attempts and near-death experiences. Is that too much to ask?”

The Riddler doesn’t answer him. Tim sobs harder, and he doesn’t understand why, all of a sudden, all his emotional control, so good usually, is so thoroughly shot.

“Am I really that fucking insufferable that no one wants to keep me around?” The words fall from his mouth without his permission. “Maybe mom and dad were right when they said I was impossible to love.” Maybe everyone was right when they tried to leave. Maybe he should stop clinging to them like a pathetic leach and just remove himself so they won’t have to. Maybe, maybe, maybe—

The tears stop as abruptly as they came, Tim’s chest heaving from the remnants of sobs. He dries his tears with a shaky hand and pulls his mask back on. Whatever this episode was, he’s glad there was no one around to witness it.

—

“Am I really that fucking insufferable that no one wants to keep me around?” asks Tim, and Babs clenches her jaw. She doesn’t dare glance at Dick, still by her side. She knows what she’ll see. Eyes full of tears, cheeks red and wet, face distorted by sorrow. She knows he blames himself, and she also knows he isn’t entirely free of blame. But she cannot comfort him, not when she can barely swallow around the lump in her own throat. The Cave fell into an uneasy silence when Tim first started crying, the sound so unusual to all of them. Tim is all cynicism and calculated boredom. He does not cry.

“Maybe mom and dad were right when they said I was impossible to love.”

Dick lets out an audible sob and curls up on himself, a hand clasped tightly over his mouth. Babs risks a glance at the rest of the Cave. Bruce’s face, bare from the cowl, has twisted into a constipated expression, his way of conveying regret and sorrow. Cass hovers silently by his side, twitchy in a way she usually never is. Farther in the Cave, Jason is pacing, hands fisted in his hair. As his body turns toward her, she catches a glimpse of bright, unnaturally green eyes. Damian, for his part, is rooted to the spot near the Medbay, wide eyes fixed on the speaker. His expression is a careful mask, but Babs can see the way his hands shake slightly where they hang limply at his sides.

“Red,” Barbara tries once again. She cannot help the way exhaustion sips into her voice. “Can you hear me?”

—

Tim misses the goon who comes out of nowhere and misses the bat swung at him. He does not dodge and does not defend himself. It hits his temple full force, a skull-shattering blow that sends him sprawling to the ground. He lands on his broken wrist and the pain rips a howl from him. His vision whitens out for a moment, and he comes to panting and sobbing, cradling his injured wrist to his chest. The goon is nowhere to be found. Tim should be glad, he guesses, that they didn’t stay around to beat him up more.

He straightens up with difficulty, dizzy from the blow, the pain, and the blood loss. His breath itches with silent, uncontrollable sobs. Tim tries to get to his feet, but his knee gives out beneath him and he falls back to the floor. He curls up against the wall of the labyrinth, all of his resolve gone.

“Please,” he whispers to no one. He has never felt more like a child. “Please someone, just come.”

In his head, Jane Drake scoffs disdainfully.

—

“I have an address,” announces Babs. Bruce, who has been anxiously pacing the Cave ever since Tim cried out in pain, turns abruptly towards her, already putting his coal back on.

“Where,” he growls, more order than question. The second Barbara gives him the address, Bruce is gone, closely followed by his sons.

“They’re coming, Red,” says Barbara into the comms. No one answers her.

@febuwhump

Part 2

#my writing #creative writing #fanfic #fanfiction #whump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday12 #dc #batman #batfamily #tim drake #hurt tim drake #tim drake whump

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maygrcnt · 1 month

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I so appreciate the bucktaylor breakup scene but if I had to choose I’m an eddieana breakup scene girlie through and through. Everything about that scene from the setup (Eddie’s panic attacks at the thought of being with Ana as a family, not acknowledging her when she came to the station like I feel bad for her but it was just nwah) to the writing, the cinematography (so different in vibe and mood than theirs usual stuff), the choreography of their movements, the dialogue, the acting, just everything!!! That for me was the best chemistry they had together and the implications of Eddie’s dialogue and the way Ryan delivered it were just insane and totally convinced me of queer/gay Eddie. The way it starts with Eddie, ana, and Chris sitting at the table in a very mundane sort of way and Chris and Ana just doing this regular thing but you can see in Eddie’s face somethings not right and you can also tell Ana feels the tension but is choosing to ignore it and be in her perfect bubble and idk I just felt the tension just oozing through the screen and the moment eddie dropped the “maybe you should go home first” it was like okay okay this is getting intense. And then Ana pacing through the kitchen trying to overcompensate and clean and ignore and Eddie getting trying to get her to listen AH!! And the way at the end she was trying to embrace Eddie but he was still so stiff in their last moments together Eddie just could not give into her touch or even let her easily touch him …. Ryan also has a very pretty sad/in pain face so yeah that was also a good perk but it was just so good and something I didn’t expect at all because their relationship felt very empty and underdeveloped so I thought their breakup would be fairly swift and quick. that’s another reason I just feel the queer/gay energy was often the charts because there was no reason their breakup needed to be the way it was with the kind of build it had (the breakup build up was more intense than the relationship build up itself). but it was just so pivotal for me in Eddie’s story and you could tell it wasn’t really about the relationship ending or Ana and Eddie it was really about Eddie (that’s also why I absolutely hate the Marisol stuff because it feels very unlike Eddie even if he is still repressed it’s just no him)

no i understand this so much because eddieana breakup is genuinley art and probably the most real and raw exploration of eddies character this show has ever done. all that to say, bucktaylor breakup is just funny and i love unintentionally funny scenes. like we start with buck PERCHED on the stairs like fucking batman, scary as HELL. and then buck is breaking up with HER as if HE wasnt the one who just cheated like taylor girl stand up im begging you. and then ending on, what i believe to be just as good of a like as maybe you should go home first: "a clean slate" "just not together" (off topic but did anyone else get flashbacks to this line durring the eddie marisol moving out scene?) its so funny but i also love it in a sincere way. it would be a lot more impactful if everything buck said wasnt imediately negated by his subsequent relationship but whatever.

#sorry for yapping im tired

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thebigbadbatswife · 2 years

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Night At The Museum | Catwoman x F!Vigilante!Reader

Summary - A case leads you to the Gotham Museum, in the middle of a snowstorm, to stop Catwoman, but apparently things are not at all as they appear.

Warnings - canon-typical violence

A/N - Once again, instead of waiting on winter I'm posting this now. Enjoy! <3

Word Count - 1.9k

You knew that if you weren’t about to listen to Batman that, maybe, you should have listened to the multiple weather warnings. But you were so sick and tired of being treated like you weren’t good enough and the argument that you had with him had not only been the final nail in the coffin, but had also driven you to completely ignore the weather warnings. Which was how you had now found yourself seeking shelter from the snowstorm outside within the storage room of Gotham’s Museum.

The case that had led you here had involved a string of high profile heists. It had been easy to figure out who the culprit was. All of the gems, jewellery and artefacts that had been stolen had all been cat related in some way, be it in name, backstory or how it was shaped. Unless there was another burglar, with a love of cats, running around, it could only be one person. Catwoman.

After a few sleepless nights of going over previous cases and figuring out a pattern in the break ins, you had figured out that the museum was going to be her next target. Only now, with the storm, there was no way she was going to be showing up.

You were sat on the top of a large, and very dusty, crate. You didn’t want to end up with a misunderstanding with the night guards, so you figured this was the best place for you to stay out of sight. You laid down and huffed. This whole thing had been a complete bust.

Moments like these had you wishing that you had never started this whole vigilante thing to begin with or, at least, wishing you had started it in some other city. Away from pesky bats.

“Well, well, well. Look what the bat dragged in,” a voice called to you from above.

You looked up and laying on her side, on one of the shelves of the large shelving units, resting her head against her hand, was Catwoman. She was wearing her purple catsuit. You wondered just how long she had been up there, watching you.

“What do you want? Don’t you have a cat statue to steal?” you snapped. With how badly tonight had gone, you weren’t in the mood.

Catwoman chuckled. “Have a fight with Batman, did you? Want to talk about it?”

You could hear the mocking tone in her voice so you opted for ignoring her and looked away. Which only caused her to chuckle again.

Good news was that you had been right about her being the culprit and the museum being her next target. Bad news was that now you were stuck here with her till the snowstorm let up. You could always try to arrest her whilst you were stuck here, but knowing your luck by the time the GCPD arrived she would have already made a masterful escape, along with the statue. Which would leave you looking like a complete fool, even more so than you already currently felt.

Your breathing suddenly hitched when you felt her trailing a claw up the middle of your chest, right between your breasts, and her breath against your ear. How had she moved without you hearing her? Now it was no wonder to you she had managed to escape being arrested so often. Plus, whatever perfume she was currently wearing smelt amazing.

“Want to know a secret?” she whispered into your ear, sending goosebumps across your skin. “I’m not responsible for any of those thefts you’ve been investigating.”

“What?” you exclaimed as you snapped your head to look at her. Quickly realising that your faces were centimetres apart, you scurried up onto your feet and put some space between the two of you, which made her laugh.

“What do you mean you’re not responsible?” you asked. You had been wrong?

“I won’t lie, I was planning to steal those items, but someone always beat me to it. And since I’d rather not go down for someone else’s crimes, I came here to catch them and clear my name,” she explained to you.

“Why should I believe you?” You crossed your arms as you looked at her sceptically. She was a thief, you had no reason to believe her.

Catwoman sighed and rolled her eyes as she stood up and dusted herself off. “Fine, don’t believe me? Then why not follow me and I’ll prove it. No tricks, no surprises, I promise.”

You were still extremely sceptical of her, but still, you followed her. You knew that she didn’t kill so the worst thing that could happen would be a couple of bruised or broken ribs and a bruised ego. With that in mind, you kept a close eye on her. You would not be taken off guard.

“What about the security guards?” you asked as the two of you passed through the prehistoric animals wing.

“There’s only a couple of them and honestly? They’re not very good. And before you ask, the security system rarely works, if ever,” she informed you.

“And now I’m wondering how this place still has anything left to steal.” Your response made her quietly chuckle.

“So, who are these thieves exactly?”

“I don’t know their exact identities, just that they’re apart of a cult that worships cats,” she replied. You hadn’t heard of any cat cult before, but you supposed if anyone would know, it would be Catwoman.

It didn’t take the two of you long to reach the Ancient Egyptian wing. Various artefacts decorated the wing, from ancient texts, to weapons, musical instruments and in the centre of the room, inside a glass case, was the cat statue. It was black with gold accents around its eyes and the inside of its ears. Around its throat, also gold, was a thick collar with a ridged pattern and around the base there was golden hieroglyphics.

“So, where are these apparent other thieves?”

Catwoman rolled her eyes for the second time that night. “They’re not here yet, obviously. We just need to climb up high-” she pointed to the gothic styled vantage points that were dotted high in the room, “-and wait.”

You frowned. “And how exactly are they supposed to get here? Have you forgotten there’s currently a snowstorm outside?”

She sighed. “A snowstorm won’t stop them, believe me. They’ve very persistent and don’t take kindly when someone steps in their way.”

That was when it finally clicked in your mind. Catwoman needed help, but like the very animals she moulded herself after, she was too prideful to directly ask for it. Which was fine by you because you were exactly the same. So, instead of replying, you pulled your grapple gun out of your thigh holster and grappled up onto one of the vantage points. Catwoman did the same with her whip.

You sat there in silence for what felt like hours. For all you knew, hours had passed, but you didn’t want to risk checking, just in case she was still somehow playing you. Though your gut told you that, for the time being at least, she wasn’t. Right now working together benefited you both.

Your body was starting to ache from the position you were in. You always hated perching on top of these things, it was always so awkward. You were about to re-adjust your position when you heard the sound of several sets of footsteps approaching. A few seconds later several men dressed in black and wearing cat masks entered. The masks were of a lion, a tiger and a jaguar.

They ignored all of the other artefacts in the room and headed straight towards the cat statue’s case. They stopped before it and the one with the lion mask gestured to the one in the jaguar mask. He stepped forward and removed the backpack he was wearing and knelt down. He unzipped the bag and removed some glass cutting equipment.

‘Oh, I don’t think so!’ you thought as you reached into your utility belt and pulled out a smoke grenade. You threw it toward the centre of the room and as soon as it hit the ground, the room began to quickly fill with smoke. They shouted out in shock and surprise and you and Catwoman swung into action.

Your foot connected with the side of the lion’s head and sent him to the floor with a grunt. The tiger swung blindly through the smoke. You dodged his swing and then met him with a well placed punch to the jaw. It caused him to stumble, but he quickly regained his balance and got ready to face you head on.

He punched at you, but you blocked it. He hit harder than you were expecting and it sent pain radiating through your arm. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. You dodged the next few punches he threw your way. When you saw an opening, you darted forward and hit him several times in his abdomen with your fist. You dodged his next punch and kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

The shrill sound of an alarm sounded as you fought and water began to spray down. The smoke was now beginning to clear. Just barely above the sound of the alarm you could hear the snapping sound of a whip, letting you know Catwoman was easily holding her own.

Suddenly something slammed into you, sending you straight to the floor and knocking the wind out of you. Pain shot through your back at the harsh landing. Before you were given a chance to even start recovering from it, the lion was on top of you.

“You’re going to regret this, bitch,” he growled, revealing his own set of claws, attached to his black gloves. He rose his hand up and got ready to rake his claws down your face, but before he had the chance to, Catwoman’s whip wrapped around his wrist and he was yanked backwards.

“Ugh, you really need to learn some manners,” she hissed before promptly knocking him out.

Catwoman offered you a hand and helped you back up onto your feet. You thanked her and quickly set about tying the three thieves up. The fire alarm continued to ring you and just as it started to really irritate you, it was cut off. As were the sprinklers. You figured it was the security guards that had turned them off, which meant that they were now headed this way.

With the fire alarm noise now gone, you heard another sound. The sound of claws on glass. You spun around and threw a shuriken in the direction of Catwoman, who was attempting to break into the display case. She jumped back in surprise and glared at you.

“You know I can’t let you take the statue,” you told her, “but, for helping me out, I can let you leave here. Otherwise I’m going to have to take you in as well.”

Before she could reply, the sound of footsteps coming from behind, at a fast pace, caught your attention. You looked over your shoulder to see the security guards now hurrying down the hallway. When you looked back, Catwoman, as you had expected, was now gone, but the statue remained inside of its case.

Tonight, and the case that had lead you here, really hadn’t gone the way that you had thought they would, but you had finished your case with even better results than you had originally thought you would. Now, maybe, you could finally shake yourself free of Batman and do what you had set out to do when you had first decided to put on a mask. To fight crime solo.

You also found yourself hoping that you and Catwoman would cross paths again.

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Ryan Beeker was one of those guys with the playing cards or jester’s hat tattooed to their arm. He thought being part of Joker’s army was important. Thought it made him special.

Way Mikael saw it, you don’t work for Joker if you have other options. But, hey, everyone does what they can to cope. It’s Gotham.

Besides, Joker was in a good mood-- they’d gotten a bonus (right before twenty of them had been fired) & Ryan was newly tanned, back from vacation.

How many people had Mikael hurt last week? Twelve, which for Gotham was a slow night. Batman hadn’t shown up-- Two Face had a bank robbery. Rico said Batman had messed up his left knee.

“So, how was vacation?” Mikael normally tried to butt out of it, but Ryan had gotten to fly first class with Joker on the last overseas trip. “What was Joker crowing about at the meeting?”

“We have a new secret weapon.” Ryan leaned back in his chair. Raised his glass in toast. “None of us have to worry about getting our wrists broken by some peppy teenager anymore.” A laugh.

“What?” Kerry sat up. Leaned forward. “Robin’s dead?”

A nod. “I took him down. I took down mini-Batman. He went down hard, man. Look at this--” He pulled his hair up, showed off stitches in his ear, the top half bitten off his right ear. “Kid’s a real peice of work once you throw the rules out. He tried to go for my neck, but I had that armor, like you suggested.” A nod to Taylor. Taylor smiled with her lips pressed tight, stared at her glass.

“Yeah. Totally.” She frowned for a second before a fake smile lit up her face. “That’s an accomplishment.” It was dripping with sarcasm that Ryan decided to ignore.

He had a captive audience. “He was crying. Kid breaks my arm over his leg and laughs, but he can’t take it himself.”

“You broke his-- Jesus.”

“It’s Robin! If you don’t clip his wings, you can’t last ten seconds."

“Clip his wings?” Mikael scoffed. “You’re such a fanatic.” He blanched and returned to regard his empty shot glass.

“Come on. I took down Robin. You can’t tell me that’s not badass. The kid is a living weapon.”

“The kid is a kid!” Kenny slammed his glass down. Everyone stared at him.

“He nearly crushed Mikael’s windpipe.”

“We don’t break both his arms and brag about it.” Kenny sneered.

“Oh it was more than his arms."

"Stop."

"Joker found a crowbar laying around and decided to test it out.” Ryan leaned forward, arms on the table as he stared at Kenny. Mikael and Taylor both tensed. Waited for the fight. Ready to jump and grab arms or shoulders once they stopped playing chicken.

“Stop.”

“You’ve shot him, what, four times?”

“Following Joker’s orders is different than-- than breaking his fucking arm! He’s a kid.”

"He's not a kid. He's a weapon." He pulled his hair back and pointed to his ear again. "He bit off my ear."

"Because you were trying to beat him with a crowbar!" Kenny rose, hands on the table.

"Oh, I didn't beat him. Joker had that honor. I just got to watch. Heard his bones snap. Heard him cry. He begged and cried. Everything sounded ragged near the end. Stuttering and wheezing and mumbling like it would change anything. Do you know what his last words were?”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll bite the other fucking ear off.”

Taylor reached for his arm. “Settle down. It’s just Robin.”

“Y’ask me, he’s not dead. He’s not a weapon, he’s not even human. Him and the Bat, they don’t move like people.” Mikael set an elbow on the table and pointed with his mug. “Kid’ll be back terrorizing us in a few weeks.”

Ryan smirked. “Oh. He’s definitely human. Joker cracked a hole in his skull, I saw his brain.”

Taylor put a hand over her mouth and shook her head. “No. Ryan. Leave.” She stood and hurried to the bathroom.

“You should go, man. I think you’ve had enough.”

“I’m celebrating! We have one less annoyance to worry about every night!”

“No, you’re bragging about how you beat a child to death and we’re just trying to relax after getting shot at by False Facers!”

Ryan stood, hands flat on the table. “Well, maybe we can all have a truce for a bit because Robin won’t be bothering any of us anymore.”

Kenny stepped around the table, around Mikael. “No, no. I need to do this.”

Mikael put a hand on his chest to stop him. “Geeze, Ken, it’s just Robin, it’s not worth getting your teeth kicked in. Ryan’s an ass, but he’s got a point."

"It's just Robin?" Kenny focused his full ire on Mikael. "You think this a good thing?" He hissed.

Mikael shook his head. "The kid had it coming. He went against Joker with no backup.”

Kenny stared at his hands and clenched them. Lunged forward, pushed Mikael's hand out of the way. One hand on Ryan's shirt and the other firmly planted in the man’s eye socket. "You killed a child!"

Ryan grabbed Ken's wrist.

There’s a circle around the two men, a handful of drunks all wondering what the blood on the asphalt was about. One man is standing, one with is curled on the ground.

Mikael shouldered through.

There was a wiry sweatervested man with his left arm in a cast. The elbow of the cast was covered in blood. The man's right hand was wrapped around the victim's throat. He brought his plastered arm down again and again, ignoring the attempts to dislodge him.

A hand snares his wrist. The professor looks up, drops the now-limp body.

He stands. Ryan passed out too quickly.

“Wish Batman was here to--” Kenny mumbles as he takes Mikael’s hand and stands up.

“I know, I know.” Mikael looks down at the man curled on the ground. “Next time we run into the Bat, we’ll kick Ryan into his warpath, okay?”

Kenny nodded, wiped his face on his shoulder. They begin the walk to the car as the crowd outside watched the man on the ground writhe.

"You… you got pretty riled up back there."

"Yeah."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"You know he's going to Joker about this."

"He won't wanna admit he got his shit rocked by a theatre kid."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Kenny's voice hiccupped in a cut-off sob. He leaned forward. "Shit."

"You good?"

Kenny shook his head. Wiped his bloody hand on the hem of his already bloody shirt, then used his wrist to wipe his eye. "No. He's a fucking kid, man. He's a kid."

"And that was worth beating up the fucking clown-consigliere? He'll go after my family for helping you." Mikael ran his hand through his hair. "You fucked up, man. Why did you-- he twisted your wrist! You screamed and he laughed, I saw it."

"He's… he's a kid in a shitty situation. Kids don't have the same understanding. They care about their friends, their family, and pretty much no one else. He sees me as a...video game character."

Mikael looked at him for a moment, then turned back to the road. Passing headlights illuminated a faint smirk. "You're seriously gonna start doing all that child psychology bullshit on Robin? He's not human. If he is-- was-- it's not like he's got friends or family. He’s a weapon.”

“He’s not a weapon. He’s a kid. Was."

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