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shyestofhearts · 3 years

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Hi Shy~

Sooo, I have this headcanon that Damian is like this wonderful child prodigy genius. Like, super smart. So smart, that when Bruce tries to enroll him in Gotham academy, they tell him that Damian has tests for college level. Which, Damian just rolls his eyes at, because duh. After discussing it with professionals and yada yada, Damian gets enrolled into college. He’s like, twelve-ish. He is STILL bored in class, and knows most of the information they are trying to teach. His advisor is so sweet and invested into Damian though. And observant. After noticing Damian lack of enthusiasm, he asks Damian what the problem. Nothing interests him, none of his classes.this advisor is an old timer, in my opinion, and has seen so many kids pushed to do things they never wanted to do, and decides he can’t let that happen with Damian. So the Advisor pulls out every department, every major, and goes through it with Damian. After a few hours, because it takes a while to convince Damian that it is alright to do anything he wants, Damian has his majors narrowed down to a few things. Art and pre-med. Damian’s advisor suggests he visit a few of the clubs on campus to really get a feel of what he wants. Thing is, even after going to the students’ art club gallery and one of the pre-med club meetings, neither really speak to him. It’s a Saturday night, and he’s alone on campus. Damian is about to call Alfred, when a student from Damian’s organic chemistry class spots him.

“Damian!” Jace, a slightly round student with soft curly hair smiles at Damian. “Are you here for the show?”

“Show?” Damian scowls?

“Yeah, the fashion show. This year’s theme is sustainability,” Jace smiles. They one of the few people who never ogled at Damian for being a Wayne or looked down on him for his age. They are just genuinely nice, and Damian knows that.

“I didn’t know we had a fashion show,”

“Really? I swear I thought I mentioned it,” Jace says, surprised. Jace may have mentioned that, but Damian probably was zoned out during the time.“Tickets are $15, if you wanna come”

“Oh,” Damian frowns, “I used all the money I brought with me for the art gallery and lunch earlier,” He says, cursing internally for not bringing more cash with him.

“If you want to go, I’ll cover you.” Jace smiles, “Think of it as payment for help on our last exam” Damian would usually say no, but Jace is just so nice,

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Besides,” Jace smiles, turning towards the stadium, “I have a feeling you’re going to love it”

And Damian did love it. The designs were amazing, some more haute couture while others were casual, and each designer explained how their designs involved sustainability. Some were statement pieces, designed to address political issues, others were just to demonstrate that sustainability could still be cute, and while others highlighted affordability and sustainability.

Damian wanted to do this. Running through his head were endless possibilities. Perhaps he can enlist the help of Poison Ivy to create a vegan leather that was also bullet resistant, or…

The next Monday he is waiting for his advisor at 7 in the morning, because he spent the rest of the weekend coming up with ideas, sketches, creating a portfolio, and practicing hypothetical arguments as to why Damian should go into fashion. At 7:15 his advisor sees him, and can tell by the light in Damian’s eyes, determination on his face, and the way he’s clutching his sketchbook, Damian has found it.

“I want into the fashion program!” Damian all but bursts, unconsciously on his tippy toes in excitement.

“Okay,” His advisor smiles, ushering him into his office. “Let’s make it happen”

“Just like that?” Damian asks, eyes wide, voice surprisingly small. His advisor smiles at him kindly.

“I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen.”

It takes a bit before Damian can actually get into the program, he has to work on some prerequisites, and also create a better portfolio with samples, but Damian is determined. By the end of the school year, he has been accepted.

Damian doesn’t tell his family, not in the beginning. He actually doesn’t want to tell his friends either, unsure of how they’d react. He is still insecure, and just entering his teen years. He worries about what any or everyone will say. Eventually, though he tells Jon and Colin, swearing them to secrecy. They both are excited for him, asking if he’d design their costumes for them. Damian blushes but says,

“Tt, like you can afford me”

He eventually tells Alfred as well, because he needs help learning how to use a sewing machine, and fast. Sure, he can stitch someone up flawlessly, but sewing machines weren’t part of the League’s lessons. Alfred is in charge of the one at the Manor, so it only makes sense to ask him. Even so, Damian is reluctant. When he does finally ask, he nearly gives himself an attack, worrying about being scolded for not using his “full potential”. Alfred simply squeezes Damian’s shoulder, and agrees with a kind smile. The young Master finally seemed passionate about something besides vigilante work and violence. Alfred would do everything in his power to foster that.

“Just,” Damian looks down, hands clenching into fists at his side, “Do not tell the others. I would prefer this between us,” He looks at Alfred, unsuccessfully trying to hide the vulnerability in his wide emerald eyes. Alfred agrees, for now. On the conditions that Damian would have to tell his father and siblings himself, and not to far in the future either.

Damian impresses everyone with his designs, and people learn he is actually quite adorable when he’s doing something he enjoys. His classmates and professors encourage him to join the fall fashion show, which is covering “multiculturalism and the media”. Damian hesitantly agrees, though he has been making designs since the theme was announced. His room is full of crumbled paper on his floor, designs he deigned not good enough. Many of his designs are heavily influenced by his Arab culture, but he also has some Chinese-influenced designs as well. His statement piece is the hardest to get right. It involves a hijab and beautiful colors, but he just can’t get the right patter. Ripping another page and crumpling it,Damian is too concentrated to realized Tim and Dick have been creeping into his room.

“What’s this Dames?” Dick asks, startling Damian, as he looks at some of the rejected designs. Panic makes Damian defensive as he yells at them to get out, frustration fueling the dread of his family seeing such unsatisfactory work. Tim flinches, shocked by the emotion coming off of Damian, rushing out with a few crumpled papers he snuck from the floor. Damian is literally trying to shove Dick out the door. Dick turns around, because he can hear the panic in his little brother’s voice. In his Robin’ voice. “Damian,” he says softly, easily deflecting Damian. “It’s okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around Damian, reversing the situation. “What’s wrong, why are you reacting like this?” After a few minutes of struggling, Damian gives up. Slowly,he explains the situation, how he’s in the fashion program and the fashion show coming up, all the pressure to do well, the frustration of not having his statement piece yet. Dick listens, his hold turning into a hug. “From what I’ve seen,” Dick says softly, “these are all wonderful designs,Dami. Whatever you end up making will look amazing, if they look anything like your sketches.”

“It’s not enough!” Damian complains, eyes burning, but he refuses to cry. “You don’t understand!” He says, frustrated.

“Then explain it to me, why is this so important?”

“Because it is about me!” Damian’s voice cracks ask he turns away rosiness his eyes harshly. “When I was introduced to the public, as “Bruce Wayne’s biological son”, do you not remember how the newspapers reacted? They didn’t know me, or my mother, but because—because of my skin, the country I was born, I was mistrusted. Scorned. Yeah, maybe I’ve killed people, but that isn’t because of my skin color or my culture or the language I speak. I have this opportunity to speak out against that!” Damian turns to look at Dick, “I’ve tried to become better, to do better. It’s hard and unfair that none of that matters, because guests are invited to galas hosted in the house that I live in, only to make snide racist comments about “nukes” or the desert or bombs whenever Father and you all aren’t around me. How can I be better, when I’m not given the chance because people can’t see past my skin?” Dick wraps Damian into a tight hug, as wetness drips down Damian’s cheeks. “I’ve been here nearly four years—and it still happens” Damian whispers.

“Why didn’t you say anything Dami?”

“What could I say?” Damian whispers back,

“Bruce—”

“Invites these people because they are important to Wayne Enterprise.” He scoffs. “What could you do, especially if I have no proof?”

“Believe me, Damian,” Dick says seriously, pulling back to look into Damian’s eyes. “Bruce won’t invite anyone who’s racist or derogatory towards his children, back to a gala, let alone do business with him again.” He smiles a hard somewhat vicious smile. “I know because when I was first adopted, he did that for me” Damian’s eyes widen. “And if Bruce can’t defend you, you can bet your brothers will,” Damian looks unsure, but nods. “But I get it now. You’ve always used art to vent and express yourself. This design is something that would allow you to address what the media has done to and said about you.”

“It’s been,” Damian shrugs, looking down, “therapeutic. In a way I never imagined it would be.”

“Well, I think, whatever you end up designing will be amazing,” Dick smiles, and Damian looks up at the sincerity, giving his own smile smile in response. “And I expect an invitation to the fashion show!” He chuckles, causing Damian to blush. “And I bet the whole family would want to come as well,” Damian blushes, looking away once more.

“Tickets are $15 each, and available online,” Damian replies, making Dick belly laugh. “You can invite the others, if you’d like” Damian mumbles.

“Hmm,how ‘bout I invite the siblings while you invite your dad,” Damian grumbles, but agrees. “Great! Now, take a break. One night not designing won’t hurt you.” Dick says, wrapping his arm around Damian’s shoulder. ‘Might do you some good, in fact.”

Things get better after that, because after his talk with Dick, Damian gets an idea for his design. Ziba, a Persian student Damian met in his Literature class, agreed to be his model for his statement piece. She wore her hijab proudly, a solid black color, which helped with the down-to-business look the rest of the outfit screamed. Ziba’s makeup was beautiful, as Damian was putting the last touches on her. They both were quiet, nervous excitement pulsing through them both. Ziba had on white trousers that flared out a bit, to give an almost flowy feel, with black basic vegan leather square pointed toe mule flat accented by a silver buckle. Damian had made the top a cross between a tunic, a blazer, and a cape. It is white, and goes over a plain solid black turtleneck. Printed on both the buttoned blazer tunic top and the trousers are past racist articles written about Damian. In red graffiti styled letters sprayed across the news paper articles are phrases like “Lies” “Warped Perception” “Western POV” “Racist” “I was only 10”. The red paint matches the red lipstick Ziba is wearing.

Damian was nervous with his family in the audience, everyone including Alfred was there. Apparently Superman and Superboy were in attendance too, as civilians of course. Colin was there too. Damian had told his father about the fashion show, and was surprised to see how supportive he was about it. Of course that may have been the shock, as Damian had told him that morning before leaving for school. Bruce blinked, stood up and hugged Damian, before saying he couldn’t wait for the show.

Damian’s set is the last, ask the show is in alphabetical order according to last names. When it’s his turn, all of his model’s line up, and Damian is running around making sure everything is perfect. He hears the speaker introduce his collection, inviting Damian to join him on stage. Damian rushes out, brown cheeks turn red. Together they introduce all seven outfits of the collection one by one, as Damian describes his designs, the material, and the inspiration behind each one. When it get’s to Ziba’s turn, Damian’s nearly choked up. He manages to discuss this piece and it’s significance to him. At the end, Damian received a standing ovation from nearly everyone. Looking over at his family, he has to duck from hiding his flamed cheeks. All his siblings were cheering for him, while Bruce and Dick dab their eyes. Alfred has a proud look on his face, and Damian couldn’t have been happier.

He ends up getting second place, but also his own work room at the Manor. Damian begins selling his work after getting it patented (Tim demanded it), and is surprised when a number of orders are for the galas around Gotham. Dick told Bruce and the others about all the things Damian has been hearing at Galas, and they are justifiably angry. Duke begins chants of “Eat the Rich” every time he hears someone says something problematic about Damian, and that because Tim’s signal on who to take down next.

Damian’s designs become more widely popular as his family starts wearing them, as they love talking about it and how he uses sustainable methods and materials. This earns him big named clients, who start wearing Damian’s designs on the Red Carpet and premiers . Damian also likes to do work for charity, often donating dresses to high schoolers who cannot afford prom dresses or making clothes out of extra material to donate to shelters so people have clothes for job interviews and such.

(He also makes his pets clothes when he’s bored, so it’s normal to see Titus wearing a doggy hoodie with slits in it for his ears)

ANYWAYS, this is my headcanon lol

What do think about it?

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Headcanon?? Bestie this a whole ass au!

As for my thoughts-

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#shy's asks #sewing anon #anon #damian wayne #batfamily #batfam #dc comics #ANON PLEASE #ANON I LOVE THIS??#ANON IS A GENIUS #ITS LIKE 3AM AND IM BARELY COHERENT #BUT NOW I CANT STOP THINKING OF THIS AU #Anon I hope both sides of your pillow are cool tonight #I hope your blanket is softer that a cloud #long post

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northoftheroad · 3 years

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can I ask you for your thoughts on this? this might be an unpopular opinion

I love dick and damians relationship BUT I can't help but dislike how it keeps leads to rhis trend of tethering dick to gotham. if I understand his arc right, he's been trying to establish both his identity and work elsewhere. while I do appreciate that the comics do show him struggling with adjusting to living in gotham and becoming batman, I feel like he's overstayed at this point? idk where he would be exactly ( any ideas?) but I always had the impression that he would visit gotham often because of his responsibilities there (ex. check on damian, have occasional team ups), but ultimately be based somewhere else

I think that this would make sense given how he's been absolutely mistreated by the batfam during his ric era

like he recalls now their history together but recent events should be having him rebuilding boundaries, seeing how they fit into his life, right?

I just think my opinion is unpopular bc of the cheesy batfam interactions we've been getting

Given that Dick and Damian haven't had an interaction where Dick was conscious for some years (at least in comics that fit in the current continuity), and that Damian has been remarkably absent from Batman's side, I think it's unfair to blame Damian for that Dick can't get away from Gotham.

From where I'm standing, the main problem is that DC does too many events or greenlight stories (that don't necessarily are part of the main Earth Whatever continuity) where they pull Nightwing back to Gotham (often to have a full set of "batcharacters"); I guess they hope to draw in readers that way.

They keep interrupting Dick's stories for Batman or events. Nightwing was shot in the head because of Batman's story. I guess his time as not-Dick was prolonged for two years because someone wanted him as an amnesiac for Year of the Villain and Joker War (remember, Tom King had an idea how to heal Dick straight away). And now his story is being interrupted for three issues (that's three months for us readers!) for another Batman story.

But yeah, I certainly wish the creators would spend more time building his life in Blüdhaven with friends and foes and that we would see more meaningful interaction with his old Titans friends. After all, he moved away from home a long time ago, and by rights, he should only visit Gotham sporadically.

I believe Tom Taylor recently on Twitter indicated Clancy, the girl who used to be super in Dick's building, soon will make an appearance. I hope Taylor will not have Barbara and Tim in Blüdhaven indeterminately, but I don't count on it...🙄

On the other hand, I wouldn't say no to Damian spending some vacation weeks with Dick in Blüdhaven!

#Dick Grayson #Damian Wayne #Nightwing #Robin #Batman #batfamily #let's get out of Gotham

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pl-panda · 3 years

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 13

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 13

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Marinette wasn’t sure what to expect from school after her reveal. Their plan was to make it public that she was ‘dating’ Damian Wayne, but not her identity as the MDC. That plan failed when she panicked and tweeted about it. By now, pretty much everyone knew about it. Especially after Jagged Stone went forward and confirmed it. She loved the rockstar, but he was like a wild six-years-old when left without supervision. It was impossible to reverse it.

The other problem that was making her very anxious was the new Hawkmoth. Her class was already called the Akuma Class not without reason. Now, they would be probably split into different groups, which could serve to make her suffer more. Not to mention how much Lila would be making her life a nightmare now.

She dressed in the standard Gotham Academy uniform and waited for Chloé to finally arrive. The blonde’s arrival was foreshadowed by the sound of a loud rant.

“...they can’t expect me to wear these rags!? The purple will totally clash with my lipstick! And the black and white? What is it, the Seventeenth century?” She was already dressed, but clearly unamused by what she was forced to wear.

“Hi, Chlo.” She greeted her best human friend.

“Mari-bear! How can you stand by this fashion disaster?!”

“I don’t mind. We must wear it only at school.”

“Ugh! I need to pack spare clothes then!”

“Or you could… you know, stay in the uniform?” The bluenette smiled. “I mean from what Damian told me, it’s pretty common to see groups of students still dressed in their uniforms after school.”

“These rags?!” Chloé shouted, slightly agitated

“I’ll make you an MDC original uniform once I get my hands on specifications. Deal?” Mari giggled at her friend’s antics. She was supposed to be the one criticizing fashion here.

“Fine. But it’s ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! After classes, you and I are going shopping for some better make-up for me and actual make-up for you.”

“Sure! We can also visit the Botanic Gardens again. Just the two of us?” The girl suggested.

“Perfect. Won’t Lover-boy have a problem?”

“Nah. Damian won’t mind. We’re not bound by the hip, you know?”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Chloé smiled.

“You…!” Marinette giggled. “I heard you’ve been spending whole days in the gym with my cousin. What’s that about? I thought you would be more interested in pestering Tim about detective stuff.”

“I decided to start exercising. Cass is a great trainer for your information,” she huffed, but the smile on her face let Mari know it was just Chloé being Chloé. “Besides, have you seen your mother? She is nearing fifty and looks drop-dead gorgeous. My mother would kill for that body at her age.”

“Suuuree.” The bluenette giggled. “Let’s go. Alfred will drop us at school.”

In the entrance hall, they were met by Damian, who wore his own uniform. Sabine, Tom, and Bruce were there to see them out. After the standard round of goodbyes that awaited children when they were supposed to start a new school (Sabine filling the mother role for Chloé), Bruce looked critically at Damian.

“You know that you can only bring the sword on Tuesdays and Thursdays when you actually have practice?”

“Tt. I’ll need it today.”

“Damian…” He glared at the boy, only to be met by an equally fierce gaze.

“Fine. But I’m keeping the dusters.” He bargained. “That’s not negotiable.”

“You know the rules.”

“Tt. With a madman after my wife, I reserve my right to having means of self-defense.”

“Fine. But only if Akuma shows up and the two of you can’t transform. I hope I don’t need to remind you that Gotham is not Paris? People are much more observant here.” He warned them.

“Don’t worry Mr. Wayne.” Chloé dismissed him. “I’ll make sure those two are behaving.”

“I already feel better.” He deadpanned.

“Hush! They are smart kids and can deal with their problems. Right, sweetie?”

“I… I hope?” Marinette was not exactly convinced but tried to smile.

“You’ll do great.” Her father reassured her.

“Okay. Let’s go.” She put on her sunglasses. The thin black frame surrounded the twin large tinted glasses that hid a large part of her face. Nobody would know it was Kaalki in disguise. She would need the glasses to not be bothered by the press. At least she hoped they would help.

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They arrived with half an hour safety cushion, which made them one of the first on-site. Damian led them to the Principal’s office first to get their schedules. Mr. Hammer was already waiting for them. He wore formal clothes with a green vest over a white shirt, yellow-brown trousers, and to finish it he had a dark-green cape with a white collar made of fur.

“Ah. Mr. Wayne with his girlfriend,” He spoke the word with utter loathing, which was pretty strange. Marinette never met him before. “I seem to remember to have expelled you last semester”

“Tt. You also expelled me the previous one. Four times. And the semester before. Two times.” He didn’t bother to hide the grin. “Except the paperwork never left your office.” He pointed at the large stack of papers on one of the shelves, with a golden plaquette reading ‘Damian Wayne’.

“Hm… Indeed.”

Damian stopped himself from interrupting him to educate him on how to talk with and about Marinette.

“Um… Professor Hammer?” speaking of the angel. “Thank you for accepting my class for the exchange program.”

“Yes. Your school was kind enough to send the records of all the students. Yours including.”

“Great. Is there anything…”

“I didn’t finish.” He snapped at her. “You have a very interesting file, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” He dropped a rather thick folder on his desk. “Class president for three years, engaging in various charities, supporting drama club, brilliant gymnast and martial artist.... thief, bully, conflict child.” He added in an angry tone. “I don’t know about France, but here we often call such girls H.B.I.C., which is an acronym for…”

“Tt. I would appreciate it if you stopped trying to refer to my Angel as such. She is the victim of theft, bullying, and ostracization by her class. If you read the files, you know that each person in that class holds significant sway, and the headmaster of that school is easily swayed. I’ve spent a semester at Françoise Dupont and that establishment is in simple words… lacking.” Damian almost spat the last word. He wanted to tell the headmaster more, but Hammer was ignoring him.

“In Gotham Academy, we pride ourselves as a prestigious institute that helps students develop their full potential. I don’t care how it worked in your previous school, but I expect you to behave. If you start conflicts with the students, I will be forced to expel you, as per the exchange program regulations that your parents signed. And this time, the papers will leave my office.” He glared at Damian, who in response grinned. “The school is surrounded by a high wall and a river, so you don’t have to worry about paparazzi. If such is caught on the premise, he will be dealt with harshly.”

“What about students taking photos?”

“I’m sure you can deal with them.” It was Hammer’s turn to grin.

“But… But…! That’s unfair! And enabling!”

“Life is not fair. If it was, I would be living in a castle somewhere in the stormy peaks of Scotland. Instead, I’m here.” He handed both of them their schedules and ushered them out. Chloé was waiting outside.

“So? How did it go?”

“He doesn’t particularly seem to like me. It might’ve been because I’m dating a boy he expelled six times last year.” She glared at his husband.

“Tt. He just dislikes me because in the first year I accidentally detonated the head of his statue. And then the next year I detonated the replacement.” He shrugged.

“How do you even accidentally detonate the statue’s head?” Chloé asked.

“Chemistry homework?” Damian suggested

“Archery practice?” Marinette supplied.

“Science class gone wrong?” He continued

“Secret weapon cache activating by itself?” She added.

“All of the above.” Damian finished.

“Okay. Honey, are you sure you want him? We can still return him to the store and find one that is less rabid?” The blonde joked.

“Tt. Over my dead body.” He growled and grasped Marinette’s hand.

“Calm down, Damiboo,” she grinned at the name, “nobody will be separating you two. But for now, we need to go to the chapel for the welcome party.”

“Tt. Call me that again and I’ll…” He started, but then Marinette’s glare shut him up.

The girls walked away and Damian almost rethought his stance when the blonde dared to whisper “Whipped” when she was passing him. Marinette didn’t notice, already too focused on describing the meeting with the headmaster.

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“...furthermore, the North Hall remains off-limit to all students. You will have your rooms assigned before the lunch break.” Hammerhead finally finished his long and boring speech. The girls were lucky enough to have a peaceful if uninteresting welcome ceremony. Sabine sat next to them, which served as a very strong deterrent from any idiots trying something stupid, like taunting her or bullying. Caline was sweating each time she looked at the other chaperone. Sabine didn’t bother with niceties and could (and would) totally destroy her at moment’s notice.

“Hi. I’m Erica Layton. I’m the school president and it’s my pleasure to welcome you to our great school!” A cheerful blonde walked onto the stage.

She wore a standard GA uniform, but Marinette recognized it as tailor-made, with high-quality materials. Marinette immediately took to dislike her. She had an aura similar to Lila. Falsehood and malevolence. Her smile was precarious and she swept the students with her gaze. She zeroed on Marinette for a second too long and the bluenette could feel the headache coming. She tried to remember what Damian told her about the school president, but the position was supposed to be held by a girl named Boyle.

“I hope you’ll fondly remember your time at our school. There are many clubs that you can join. If there is one that you wish to start, you’ll need a group of at least five students and signed permission from one of the teachers. You can find more information on our website. Each of you will be assigned a dorm according to the survey you filled…”

“Excuse me!” Kim, who just received a whisper from Lila, stood up. “From what we were told, we were supposed to stay with host families. What gives?”

“Oh! I’m sorry nobody informed you before. Sadly, we didn’t get enough volunteers, so the plans had to change.”

“But… but… Marinette is staying with the Waynes!” Alya protested before sending the girl in question a hateful gaze. Sabine glared back and the bespectacled girl shivered and quickly turned back to the stage.

The woman stood up and addressed the class herself. “Marinette is staying with me and I’m staying with my niece and her guardian. I hope that will clear any and all confusion.” Her glare told them that the conversation was over.

“Yes…” Erica awkwardly started again. “Let’s continue.”

Marinette made sure to note everything the school president spoke about. She was certain her class had more important gossip to focus on and later would have no idea about anything. She would just have Chloé send them the picture later.

After the event was over, Marinette and Chloé stayed back to photo the notes. Sabine made sure that all other Parisians left them alone, urging them to run to classes. The two left maybe two minutes later, walking calmly to their new classes. The girls would have all the same classes and there was hope that none of the other students from Françoise Dupont would pick the same.

When walking through the corridor, Chloé finally brought up Alya’s reaction to her mother. The two laughed at how scared she was of Sabine.

Out of the blue, a hand pulled Marinette to the side and the doors closed behind them in complete silence. She managed to give a weak squeak before that, but her best friend didn’t notice. It would be a moment before Chloé realized her best friend disappeared. By then, the doors had been already locked and she would not differentiate them from other locked doors in the corridor.

“So… You’re supposed to be the famed girlfriend of Damian Wayne?” Marinette heard once her head finally stopped spinning. She was sitting on a chair with ropes tying her down. Five girls stood there, surrounding her like vultures.

“Huh? Yeah. Damian and I…”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” The middle one, blonde stopped her. Marinette recognized her. It was Erica!

“Yeah! You think you can just swoop here and try to steal Erica’s man?” One of the companions asked indignantly.

“Damian was not dating anyone when he came to Paris.” The french girl confidently defended her right.

“Of course he wasn’t. He is the Ice Prince of Gotham Academy.” Erica dismissed her. “But I had the first claim to him.”

“I don’t exactly follow…” Marinette, for all her shrewd tactical mind and lessons from Damian, was still mostly clueless of how rich, bratty teenagers worked. Chloé was supposed to be a unique case, not a rule.

“Sorry. We started on the wrong foot.” The lead blonde changed her strategy. “Erica Layton.” She extended her hand. Marinette shrugged, took a deep breath, and tightened her muscles. The rope they used to tie her snapped and she stood up to take her hand. Other girls stared at her with a weird expression.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Her handshake might’ve been a bit too strong, she did it on purpose.

“Listen, Dupain-Cheng. There is a social hierarchy in this school. I just so happened to be on top. We can be friends and peacefully resolve our differences...”

“I’m sure we can be at least neutral to…”

“I didn’t finish.” Erica seethed. “Of course, friends don’t steal other friends’ men. So, if you’ll break up with Damian, I can get you to the top of the food chain. You will be safe from that Lila girl and untouchable by anyone. It would be a shame if something happened to your online store after all. Or if your social media suddenly ended under attack by bad reviews.”

Marinette stopped smiling halfway through that speech. By the end, she was openly scowling. She broke the handshake and glared at the blonde on the opposite side. Her mother taught her the glare. It was the ‘you’re in over your head’ glare.

Only one of the girls had the decency to shiver. Others seemed too stupid and too convinced of their own superiority to take Marinette seriously.

“Let’s make it clear.” The girl started with a very cold voice. “You want me to break up with Damian, just so you can try, and fail, to get him for yourself? And if I don’t comply, you threaten my online shop and my social media? All for protection from Rossi and her lapdogs?” She allowed herself a laugh. “That’s a good one.”

“You little bitch!” Erica shouted. “Do you have any idea who I am? I am at the top of the food chain here. I rule this school. I’m the Gotham Academy’s golden princess!”

“And I’m above the food chain.” She quoted Damian. It took all her willpower, acting skills, courage, and boiled-down anger to continue. “You might be the princess, but I’m the queen here. And you have nothing that you can take from me.”

“Everyone has some dirty secrets. When I’m done with you, you’ll be too afraid to even show up at school!” Erica shouted. Marinette’s cool gaze swept over the room.

The bluenette didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, she walked over to the locked doors and grabbed the doorknob. At first, it was locked and didn’t want to budge, but with a stronger twist the old mechanism gave over, and the doors opened.

Outside, Chloé was already on the phone with someone.

“...Nevermind. I found her.” She hung up and turned to her best friend. “Maribear! Where have you been?”

“I just met the Rossi of this school. She thought she could offer me friendship in exchange for Damian. Like that would ever work.” She gave a cold giggle. When they turned the corner Chloé found the nearest bathroom and dragged Marinette there. Once they were safe from any prying eyes, shel broke into sobs in the blonde’s arms.

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ellana-ravenwood · 4 years

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Batfam and friends after dentist

I just remembered this video : clickclickclick, and this happened. Please, don’t take it too seriously it’s just a fun little joke post haha. I hope you’ll still enjoy it a little nonetheless ^^. Here we are, the Batfam and friends, after dentist :

DICK

Dick : “Turns out my dentist is not giving me a plaque for great teeth after all. He really hurt my fillings.” Makes all the WORST pun you can think about, to calm his nerve, as he’s about to go to surgery to take his wisdom teeth out. Bruce is there, for support. Of course, he’d be there for his son. Dick wakes up, the surgery went GREAT. He looks around, a little groggy, looks at his dad, and...Starts to rap absolute nonsense, as if his life depended on it :

“I'm feeling the rainbow like skittles

dropping reptars like my name was tommy pickles

for rizzle, thats drizzle?

nah my nizzle, thats the shizzle”

Asks Bruce to buy him a “big ass gold chain” and if the dentist could transplant silver teeth on him now, “while we’re at it”. Bruce is able to reason with him and convinces him that sure, he’ll buy him the gold chain he wants, but he should wait for the teeth because his mouth is still too numb and such. Dick agrees that it sounds sensible, but does not drop the subject of him becoming a successful rapper. On the way back to the Manor, they stop to buy a gold chain, because Bruce cannot resists when his kids give him the “puppy eyes”. Dick choses the ugliest biggest thing in the entire shop. It says “bling bling” on it, has a few shiny diamonds, and is about twice the size of his head. He looks at it as if it was the best thing on earth while on the ride home. The drugs start to wear off but as a result he’s super tired again, he goes to sleep...Wakes up with that ugly chain, wondering what the hell happened.

JASON

Woke up after wisdom teeth removal. Got pissed because he really wanted Coca Cola but there was only Pepsi. Proceeded to tell Bruce that him bringing Pepsi back instead of Coke was worst than when he didn’t kill the Joker to avenge his death (queue Bruce nervously looking at the nurses, and really insisting on how funny people who just got their wisdom teeth removed could be). After the Pepsi/Coke debacle claimed he has 9 children (Bruce’s influence for sure hahaha). Apollo and Jean-Claude being his favorite two. Proceeded to cry because he admitted he had favorite children, and thought it was horrible to choose a favorite. Apologized to “his” kids that were definitely not there and talked about how his dad (pointing at Bruce), never had favorites. Bruce is touched. Until Jason remembers the Pepsi incident and tries to escape the room by jumping out of the window to go pouting alone somewhere. Queue a ridiculous struggle between Bruce and his son, as Jason, still quite limped and out of it because of the sleeping drugs, resists as best as he can while his dad drags him to the car to go home, trying to be as gentle as possible because he doesn’t want to hurt Jason’s mouth. Just to be sure, Bruce stops on the way to buy a bunch of coke bottles...

TIM

After waking up from getting his wisdom teeth removed, sitting in a wheelchair because he can’t stand yet (Tim is very resistant to anesthetic, and they had to give him more than usual for it to work), telling to Bruce who’s wheeling him back to the car, in a very dramatic way : “Lady, I thank you for your help. You have to release me back to the ocean now. My time on land, is over.”

Bruce, not sure he quite understood : “...What was that, chum ?”

Tim : “I said please m’am, get me back to my people. They need me.”

Then the boy proceeds to stick both his legs up, and move them as if he was a mermaid, making “woosh” sounds with his mouth as if he was splashing water around. Bruce doesn’t even try to reason with him (he remembers how it was impossible to do so with Jason and his Coke, or with Dick who really thought he was a rapper), so he goes along with it, talking about Tim’s “people” and why he can’t stay on land. Queue a dramatic full of adventure stories where he was taken away from his land and...and Bruce realizes the boy is kinda telling Aquaman’s story (that he probably learned by hacking into Batman’s secret files he has on everyone). He seems to really believe it...When they get back home, Tim is suspicious because there is no ocean, but his dad convinces him that the pool is said ocean, and Tim solemnly say “good bye” to Bruce, before dipping into the water. Of course, Bruce keeps an eye on him, because in the state he is there might be accidents, but Tim just lays there, on his back, floating around and mumbling about fish species he knows. Eventually, the cold water gets to him and he finally comes back to his senses. Bruce helps him out of the pool, and Tim goes to sleep, wrapped in blankets, holding his dad’s hand.

CASSANDRA

She had to have a rather heavy mouth surgery after an accident, and woke up ,slowly, in a hospital bed. Bruce was there of course, waiting patiently, worried, and hoping she’d wake up soon. It was nerve wracking to wait for your child to be better ! When she does wake up, she doesn’t even look lost or anything, although the surgeon told Bruce that she was probably gonna be feeling a little hazy and such. So the fact she seems totally fine reassures her dad. And then suddenly she throws her blanket off of her, stands up so fast that Bruce’s brain doesn’t have time to react, and walks to the nearest fire alarm. She looks at Bruce straight in the eyes, pull the alarm, and just says :

“Shit’s fire.”

DAMIAN

He had to have a minor surgery on his jaw, but was still put under anesthetic. Bruce, having witnessed his other kids under it, is ready to have a good laugh...But his boy is just sitting there, waiting for his father to fill in some paperwork and pay for the surgery. Yeah sure, it’s a little weird that he keeps petting his tongue but, ya know, maybe he’s feeling weird because his entire mouth is numb. Then Bruce is done with paperworks and such, and goes to Damian, who proceeds to tell him he got “a ‘ew ‘at” (a new cat)...

“Um. Really, champ ? Uuuh...Where is it ?” ----> Bruce playing along. And then Damian looks at him and breaks into a huge goofy smile and says : “’Ight ‘ere.” (Right here) Showing the tongue he has been petting for the past twenty minutes. Damian then tells to whoever goes by that he has a new cat and asks them if they want to pet him. Bruce takes him home, laughing to himself all the way, and promises a Damian who came back to his senses that this little story will indeed stay between them.

BRUCE

Not actually him after dentist, but something I thought about a lot :

Dentist : “Mister Wayne, do you grind your teeth ?”

Bruce : “Yes. Have you seen how many children I have ?”

Also, he waits the last minute before having to urgently remove his wisdom teeth, because the big bad bat is...afraid of the dentist. Alfred has to go with him. Bruce makes sure all the kids are busy this day, to their great disappointment...Alfred takes a lot of video for them (because it’s unfair he got to see them all floozy and they didn’t). The kids make a montage of it and post it on YouTube, as well as on instagram stories, calling it : “Is Bruce Wayne ok ?”, and it’s like a bunch of short images of what Bruce did after his surgery, still under the anesthetic’s influence. Him crying, him laughing like a mad man the second after, him hugging a pillow shaped like a tooth and refusing to let go because he thinks it’s the one they took out of his mouth, blabbering nonsense, asking for a “taco milkshake” etc etc...Of course, video went viral.

ALFRED

Has apparently nothing wrong with him, which is infuriating to the family who was really expecting him to have something that they could eventually use against him. Since he “raised” most of the them, he has way too much leverage against them, and they have way too little. But he’s just normal, and it’s so annoying.

Up until they come home, and he goes in the kitchen, ignores Bruce telling him that he needs to get some rest, and proceeds to whip a five course meal, making the weirdest combination ever...Porridge and Turkey ? Saurkraut in an Enchilada ? Salt and Vinegar chips in a smoothie ?

STEPHANIE

Bruce picks her up after her wisdom teeth removal (it’sjusttheeasythinghaha), along with Tim, and she has that dreamy look in her eyes. Tim asks her if she’s alright, and she’s like :

“The dentist said I need a crown.”

Tim and Bruce are a little perplex, like, this doesn’t sound nice ? But then Steph looks at them and just says :

“I said, I KNOW RIGHT ?! Guys. I’m going to be a queen.”

Queue Bruce and Tim smiling, and Steph mumbling something about how one day, she’ll be the boss of them haha.

DUKE

Of course, Bruce went with Duke because...Well, he unfortunately has no one else :/. And when you have any sort of surgery, it’s nice to have someone you trust with you. So. Anyway. Surgery goes on, and Duke wakes up after a few hours, a little out of it. He looks at Bruce, smiles and is like : “Hiii Brush !” while laughing a little to himself. Which makes B smile too, but then he gets worried because all of a sudden, Duke freezes, and stares at the nurse. Then after a few seconds he’s whispering to Bruce :

“Hey, hey, why didn’t you tell me that Céline Dion was my nurse ?”

Evidently, Bruce is confused. Duke then proceeds to admit his biggest guilty pleasure is to blast Céline Dion’s songs when he’s alone. Gushes over that nurse that looks NOTHING like Céline Dion, but he’s SURE it’s her. He blushes and is embarassed because he’s such a fan ! But then finally asks for an autograph, sings her songs badly (even worst with all the gauze in his mouth), and leaves the room, holding onto Bruce, with tears in his eyes because man...he just met Céline Dion !

BARBARA

Wakes up from having her wisdom teeth removed, crying, admitting that she killed the president...Which one ? Martin Van Buren of course. Spends the next few minutes crying about how she’s a disgrace to her family because she killed someone and HER DAD IS A COP !! Starts to sing : “Mammmaaaaaaaa, I killed a maaaaaaan” while still crying. But then suddenly is sure that she actually got framed, and becomes super suspicious of everyone, everything culminating when Dick comes to pick her up to bring her home and she thinks he’s the one that is “blackmailing” her, so she takes a run for it...Dick gets Barbara back to her place with a black eye, saying “I don’t want to talk about it” to Commissioner Gordon. Haha.

LUCAS FOX :

As the dentists says : “I need to put some bitewings in your mouth for the X-rays ok ?”

Luke Fox : “Bat...wing ? Oh. OH ! BATWING !” Hahahaha (could also work with David of course).

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Ok done. Again, nothing to take too seriously, it’s obviously just a few little jokes :). Wanted to share nonetheless, I like writing “domestic” lighthearted Batfam stuffs...haha ^^' .

Ah and yeah I know some members of the Batfam extended family (it’s pretty big now) are missing, but I guess it just means I’ll make another post about it hehe. So please, don’t give me too much grief about those I “forgot”, it was getting too long ^^.

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cdelphiki · 5 years

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wait wait wait what’s this I hear about a fic where Damian and Tim are kidnapped and Tim is forced to do things or Damian gets tortured bc I don’t remember that WIP and it’s EXACTLY my cup of tea like holy frick did I literally prompt that I don’t know but it is 100% My Kind Of Fic -gremlin

:D I’ve been working on it since like November, I want to say. It was born of a handful of whumptober prompts and quickly ballooned to be wayyyyy too long to write for whumptober. But anyway, Tim and Damian get kidnapped while working a Human Trafficking case, lots of torture happens. Some brainwashing. It’s bad. They’re missing a while. (but not life happens-a while. Like, less than a year, while) They grow very super close in the meantime. Because nothing brings people together like trauma!

I’m still super torn on the title. There’s a phrase said around here a lot in the spring, and it’s Finnish, and it means “The new snow will be the death of the old snow,” and I feel it’s fitting, but it’s in another language. You know? I’m afraid that’s too cliche and will turn people off from clicking on the fic. So if anyone has title suggestions, I’m all ears. I might come up with the perfect answer as I keep working.

But anyway. Here’s the first chapter, just for you! 💕

Untitled WIP, chapter 1

Going back in school was not something Tim had ever planned on doing. When he took over as CEO at Wayne Enterprises almost a year ago, he figured his days in the classroom were over. As thrilling as 10th grade was, CEO was pretty much as high up on the ladder he could get, and if he got there without a high school diploma, what on earth was the point?

But Bruce had been adamant. Talked him down out of his full time work at WE and encouraged him to go back to school. Despite Tim’s assurances that he did, indeed, have friends, Bruce seemed to think that being at school around ‘normal’ kids would be good for him.

Maybe Bruce was right, because sometimes Tim really enjoyed school. 11th grade was remarkably easy and stress-free compared to work, even if Lucius or Tam still called him every once in a while. Or often, actually, but they knew not to bother him before 3pm unless it was an absolute emergency. Which meant Tim’s days at school were rather relaxing.

That didn’t mean Tim didn’t live for the final school bell, though, just like every other student in that overpriced building.

“Tim,” he heard someone shout from down the hall as he was shoving his books into his backpack, antsy to leave for the weekend, “we need to get together and work on our presentation.”

“Nah,” Tim said, turning to whom he now recognized as Mike, his lab partner, “I got it done. I’ll email you the slides now. There are notes on each slide, just review it and we’ll be fine.”

“Really?” Mike said, running to catch up as Tim made his way out of the building, “You don’t want me to do anything?”

“Nothing to do,” Tim said, waving a hand as he finished attaching the file to an email, “presentations are easy. I have marked what you have to say in class.”

“Wow, thanks man.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” Tim said, turning toward the lower school where he needed to meet with Damian for pickup.

“We should hang out some time anyway,” Mike called after him, “I’ll text you.”

Tim shot back a peace sign, not even turning back to face Mike. Because if he did, that would show the goofy smile he couldn’t contain as he bounded down the sidewalk.

He almost felt…normal again. Himself.

Bruce was right. Going back to school was a great idea.

Tim’s smile didn’t fade as he approached the pick-up area of the lower school. That is, until he felt Damian approach him from behind. It was like a sixth sense—a spidey sense—the way the back of his neck prickled whenever the brat was behind him. In reality, he’d probably actually heard Damian, and his subconscious was warning him of impending danger. Which was unfair to Damian, maybe. Since he hadn’t actually bodily harmed Tim in at least four hours.

Fine. Like three months. But still.

“Drake,” Damian greeted in his usual flat, disinterested tone.

“Gremlin,” Tim said, scanning over the line up of cars for Alfred. There were over a dozen very nice, very expensive cars all along the road, mixed in with many more modest cars, but none of them belonged to Alfred. Which was strange, because Alfred was usually one of the first in line.

“It is unlike Pennyworth to be late,” Damian observed dryly, and Tim could hear the underlying tone of worry in the brat’s voice.

Nodding, Tim scanned the cars again. Then he saw it. Bruce’s Tesla, about 15 cars back. With a smile, Tim headed toward the car, uncaring whether Damian had noticed Bruce yet or not. Now that they were in eyesight of Bruce, Damian was no longer his problem. About ten seconds of babysitting was all he had to do that day. It was a good day.

Damian, apparently, did notice Bruce. Or, he at least followed Tim anyway toward the Tesla, and only reacted once Tim shouted, “Shotgun,” and quickly opened the passenger door and slid in.

“Drake,” Damian hollared, scowl becoming more pronounced on his face as Tim grinned and shut the door between them.

“That is unfair, I always have to sit in the back,” Damian grumbled after he opened the backdoor and slid in.

“That’s because you’re the baby,” Tim said, fastening his seatbelt and looking over at Bruce, “and tiny. It’s safer for you in the back.”

Instead of react to their bickering, Bruce just grunted and pulled out into traffic.

“I am not a baby,” Damian pouted, kicking at Tim’s seat, “and I am only a few inches shorter than you.”

“Well then, you should have called shotgun.”

“How was school?” Bruce asked in his gruff tone that signaled it was time to stop arguing, without him having to explicitly state that was the case.

“Fine,” Tim reported, pulling his tablet from his bag to settle back and read on the drive home. He had a few reports to catch up on for work and he’d have to call Lucius once they got home to catch up on what happened while he was at school.

He was trying to let go of WE, honestly he was, but it was difficult. And he enjoyed the work so much.

“Where is Pennyworth, Father?” Damian demanded.

Bruce sighed as he checked his mirrors while merging onto the highway. “Running errands. I offered to pick you up.”

“Why?” Damian said, now rifling through his backpack, likely for his sketchbook, if Tim knew the kid.

“I can’t offer to pick you boys up?” Bruce asked, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

Tim smiled to himself as he opened up the next report to skim. Bruce’s good moods were like sunshine in the middle of winter. Warm and bright, lifting the mood of all those around him. Today really was a good day.

“Tt. You never have before.”

“Actually, I do have an ulterior motive.”

“Shocker,” Tim mumbled, trying to get through the last report as fast as he could before Bruce demanded his attention.

“You know that case I’ve been working on for the past few months?” Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow at Tim.

Tim clicked his tablet’s screen off and asked, “the human trafficking one?”

“I’ve got a lead,” Bruce said, grunting in the affirmative, “and I’m leaving tonight to follow it.”

Ah. So Bruce wanted to get them alone, trapped in a car, to impress into them how important it was to not kill each other on Alfred’s watch. Smart. Because neither of them would remain in the room otherwise.

“Where are we going, Father?”

Tim snorted, “Please, Damian. Like he’s take us on a human trafficking case that’s dragging him outside the country.”

“Well, actually,” Bruce said before Damian could protest, “I wanted to bring you, Tim.”

“Me?” Tim asked at the same time Damian shouted, “Him?”

“Yes. Your skills would be useful to-”

“But Father,” Damian shouted, leaning forward so his face was right between the passenger and driver’s seats, “I am Robin. I am your partner.”

“You’re both Robin,” Bruce grumbled as he checked around him to shift lanes, “and I have more than one partner.”

“It’s Batman and Robin, not Batman and Red Robin,” Damian protested, still right into Tim’s ear.

“Damian,” Bruce snapped, “sit back properly and fasten your seatbelt.”

“You can’t take Drake,” Damian continued ranting, even as he complied with Bruce’s order, “It’s not fair. You never take me anywhere.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Bruce grumbled, “Tim, we’ll leave tonight. I’ve already let the others know we’ll be away and asked them to watch Gotham in the meantime.”

“What about me, Father,” Damian asked, still demanding in his tone, his age shining through gloriously with his tantrum.

“Damian,” Bruce said calmly, just to be cut off by Damian again.

“This isn’t fair. Not only are you leaving me behind but you’re going to force me to stay in all weekend. I follow your dumb rules about curfews on school nights, this isn’t fair.”

“Damian,” Bruce repeated, tensing some as he shifted his hands on the steering wheel. Tim just sank down into his chair and grinned. Bruce angry with Damian was one of his favorite things. It was even better than Bruce’s good moods, because the little brat deserved to get yelled at sometimes. It always made Tim happy to actually hear one of the adults in their lives actually do it.

“Why are you bringing Drake?”

Tim grunted when his seat was kicked again.

Bruce seemed undeterred by Damian’s outburst and said simply, “His skills are more suited to this case than yours.”

“What skills?” Damian shrieked, “I am the superior Robin in every way.”

Tim let out an annoyed huff turned his tablet back on. Yelling over, he was ready to get immersed back into his work. He was used to Damian’s verbal abuse, but wasn’t interested in hearing Bruce not defend him.

No one ever defended him against Damian.

“I need someone clever and quick on his feet who will not be rash in his decisions. This is a very sensitive case and a lot can go wrong if we move too quickly.”

“I’ve done human trafficking cases before,” Damian protested, “I can handle it. I can do it!”

“Not like this one you haven’t. A lot can go wrong, it’s too risky.”

“But Father,” Damian said, his voice coming dangerously close to whining and Bruce was having none of it.

“If you are hoping to convince me to bring you,” Bruce said, his voice hard, “throwing a tantrum is not the way to do it. All you are proving to me is that you are a petulant child.”

Damian let out a growl and kicked at Tim’s seat one more time as he collapsed against his own seat. “This isn’t fair,” Tim heard the kid mumble.

“We will leave in a few hours, so when we get home I expect you to wrap up any business you have,” Bruce told Tim, as if there hadn’t just been an argument in the car, “pack warm clothes. It’s still winter in Siberia.”

“Okay,” Tim agreed, typing out an email for Lucius in lieu of the call he had been planning on having, “when will we return?”

“Wednesday, at the earliest,” Bruce grunted, just as they pulled off the highway toward Bristol, “Friday at the latest.”

Nodding, Tim finished up the email and said, “Did you tell my school already?”

“Alfred will call on Monday. I already filled him in on the details.”

“Father, please,” Damian said, much more calmly than anything he’d said thus far.

“No, Damian,” Bruce said gently, almost sadly, while still somehow making his words sound firm and unchangeable, “Not this time.”

The enraged screech Damian let out, however, was nothing near gentle. Tim had to hide his smile again when he heard it, because it was about as close to throwing a tantrum Damian got. At least, the crying kind of tantrum. He stomped around and screamed a lot while throwing things, usually. This just sounded like…. a kid. Being mad his dad won’t buy him that new toy at Walmart.

Amusing.

“Damian Wayne,” Bruce snapped, turning to face Damian while they were stopped at a traffic light, “I said no and that’s final. Keep this up and you’ll find yourself benched indefinitely.”

Bruce’s death glare was leveled at Tim for half a second when he accidentally snorted. But Tim could tell there was no real heat behind it. Not for Tim, at least. It kind of made it harder to not laugh.

But the threat worked, and Damian went silent and still. And remained like that for the rest of the drive home. Tim managed to keep the smile off his face, a feat much harder than would be expected in an atmosphere so tense.

Those good mood vibes from earlier hadn’t been squashed by Damian, and Tim would be hard pressed to say he was anything but happy.

“I hate you, Drake,” Damian eventually muttered, just as Bruce parked the car in the garage.

Tim grinned widely and turned to face Damian, just so he could stick his tongue out at the brat. An action that would have earned him a knife in the face, six months ago. Now all it got him was another kick to his chair. He might have been punched, though, had he not quickly retreated back to the safety of having the seat between them.

Bruce simply raised an eyebrow at Tim, adequately scolding him for his behavior without even opening his mouth.

But then, of course, Bruce did open his mouth, too once they’d gotten out of the car. “If you’re going to act like a child-”

“No,” Tim said hastily, slinging his bag on his back, “you already invited me. No take backs.”

“No take backs?” Bruce echoed, this time not masking the slight upturn of his lips, “Tim, what’s gotten into you?”

Tim just grinned and said, “Nothing.”

“Well,” Bruce said, wrapping an arm around Tim’s shoulder as they walked. Much slower than Damian’s stride, when he’d run into the Manor the second the car doors unlocked, “It’s nice. To see you like this.”

When all Tim did was smile, because heck yeah, it was nice to feel that way, too, Bruce pat his back and then pushed him forward, “Go on. Wrap things up, pack a bag. We leave at 6.”

So Tim did. Even as he listened to Damian throw crap around in his bedroom, just on the other side of the wall from Tim’s, he cheerfully packed a bag.

Because between having a great day at school, making new friends, and getting a rare good mood from Bruce, Tim was already doing pretty well. His days of depression felt pretty well gone and dead. But take all that and add it to going on a week long trip with just him a Bruce? Something that hadn’t happened in years? Something he once thought would never happen again?

Yeah.

Tim was pretty damn ecstatic.

#Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #wip

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redjaybathood · 5 years

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wedding happens!au part 6

Fandom: Batman, RHATO

Characters: Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Ric Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Isabel Ardila

Pairings: BatCat, implied BruJay*, Jason/Isabel

Gen

So: Catwoman doesn’t marry Batman - instead Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne have their (very public) wedding. Before that, though, Selina visits some of Bruce’s kids.

*nothing explicit, nothing even in the frame, so to speak, but if it squicks you out - skip this one because it’s the whole reason I’m writing this fic

Isabel

After the week she had, at the time the actual wedding rolled around, she kind of hated Jason Todd. Alive again, he still haunted his family, being a fruit of discord. Not one conversation about him didn’t leave her without a bad taste in Selina’s mouth. Perhaps, she was being unfair. He was - he seemed sincere enough when he talked to her. Like it was important to him for Bruce to be happy, somehow, even after everything. Or, maybe, only he was allowed to make Bruce unhappy, in his opinion.

Jason didn’t show up for the actual ceremony.

Selina and Bruce got to exchange love letters, after all. They didn’t need to be censured that much, anyway. When Selina and Bruce took a turn reading it out loud and made a pause or skipped a section, everyone who didn’t know thought it was about their night live rather night live, and found it cute. People in the know thought it was cute anyhow. It was damn cute alright.

The atmosphere shifted soon after the reception started. Bruce and Selina got their dance, and now was standing around, getting congratulations and well-wishes from family, friends, and people neither one of them knew. Bruce handled everything with his usual Brucie cheer. Selina got bored and stiff after five minutes of this. She almost regretted not bringing up the elopement. Of course, it would probably mean she would need to tell him about the upcoming visit to a doctor a lot sooner than she planned, which would be - tomorrow, she said herself. It wasn’t like she placed so much faith into the marriage as an institution she felt compelled to tell her husband every secret. She planned to keep a few, as Bruce was going to, undoubtedly. Yet. Yet.

But that was tomorrow. Tonight was for celebration. Even if, in her humble opinion, it would be much better if they just snuck out, or if she at least could take off the heels. Still didn’t feel right. Even worse than that. Like every additional hour in these fucking glass slippers make her feet grow a little wider, it felt like. She regretted spending thirty-three thousand dollars on them.

She regretted ever agreeing on this farce. She knew why it was important to make this big public thing out of it, Bruce Wayne the billionaire marrying an ex-con Selina Kyle. Just make them believe there’s nothing to see here, no siree, just a rich playboy getting himself tricked into a no-prenup by a professional gold-digger. People will get bored quickly if they don’t hide. Tomorrow, no one ever would remember anything about this evening.

If Bruce didn’t say or do something stupid, like punch his wayward son in the face in front of everyone. Selina shifted her gaze from a CEO of something or other and his young ‘protege’ to the stifling line of Bruce’s shoulders, who dropped his hand down from where it was resting on Selina’s back. She followed his line of sight.

Jason didn’t inherit Bruce’s sense of style, unlike all others. His hair was sleeked back with too much gel. The clothes he wore looked too much like the suit and red shirt he first appeared in the public eye. And, although Selina wasn’t so catty as to judge other women’s appearances, his girlfriend chose to wear a bright electric blue dress, and they clashed terribly. The dress was shorter than the average length of skirt among attendants but that, on its own, would be fine. But those bizarre long bell sleeves? It would have looked okay if they were shorter, or made of lace, Selina supposed.

Okay, so she was that catty, she allowed herself to admit. Selina was sure she was a perfectly nice girl, otherwise. She looked nice enough, blond, long-legged, empty-headed. Bruce allowed himself exactly one-second glance in her direction, when Jason and his plus one approached them, and then dismissed her outright.

Instead, he moved toward Jason, laughing as fake as Jason’s smile, and giving him one-handed hug, clapping him on the back with too much force.

“Haha,” Bruce said. “After you called security on me in at your casino, I wasn’t sure you would show up.”

Yeah, that little piece of information Bruce didn’t share. Not the fact he decided to meet with Jason, and certainly not how the meeting went. On the other hand, Selina did try to evade him, the last few days.

“Haha,” Jason said. “You wedding? I wouldn’t miss it if I was dead. Selina, you look the loveliest. Sorry, Is, but she is the bride, them's the rules, haha. Selina, Bruce, this is Isabel, my girlfriend.”

Bruce put his hand on Jason's shoulder and squeezed. “I thought Kory was your girlfriend, haha. Or that Artemis woman.”

“Haha, what a joker." Jason clapped Bruce on the chest. "Kory was Dick’s girlfriend, do try to keep us all straight, would you, though it is hard in your case, with how many kids you accumulated over the years, haha. And now she is with Roy. And Artemis, goddess, would she get a laugh out of that!”

“You do look very lovely, really,” Isabel said to Selina, keeping on smiling and trying to ignore Bruce in response.

“Thank you,” she said, try to add a genuine feeling to her smile. Neither she nor the woman was to blame for their men being a little fucked up about each other. “Your dress is one of the kind.”

“Thanks! I sew it special for this evening.”

Bruce turned his gaze to Isabel, then, making a step behind. He was still smiling. The look in his eyes was something he used to get when he had to shake hands with Sionis or Cobblepot, on parties not unlike this one, back in the day.

“How charming but, perhaps, I could offer Jason the name of my tailor? Your design, of course, is very useful, if a bit obvious, if you want to hide any... marks on your hands,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to go to all this trouble, though - it is not like such thing would be surprising, with company Jason keeps. Nobody would bat a lash.”

Jason’s smile slipped from fake to a “what the fuck” category. Isabel’s didn’t change.

“You are very kind! Jason, didn’t you say he was a, how did you put it, a raging asshole? Jason, you were being unfair.” Isabel put one hand on the small of his back and slapped him playfully on his chest with the other, and Jason caught it and took to his lips, kissing her fingers. Isabel turned back to Bruce. “But I love making designs myself, thank you, this dress suits my needs just fine.”

Bruce turned back to Jason, shoving his hands to his pockets. “Pretty, and with a hobby too! How did you meet her?”

“Remember that big fight where I ended up running away from home? And went to Ethiopia, of all places? She was the flight attendant.”

If remembering events before Jason’s death disturbed Bruce, he didn’t show. Except he did, Selina thought, because there he was turning against the poor girl again.

“Oh? And that would make her how old, again?”

This got Jason to drop the smile off his face entirely. Isabel took her hands off him. Jason hissed: “Two years older than me, thanks, not twenty-one.”

It was a strange thing to say. A reference to something. Was Talia that much older than Jason? She didn’t look like she was the same age as Bruce but that wasn’t saying much. Would Bruce even know about them? If he didn’t, should have Selina said something? No, she decided. It wasn’t Bruce’s business who Talia or Jason slept with.

“Hmm,” Bruce said. “So, a stewardess. And you know her for quite a long while, but that’s the first I’m hearing about.”

Jason looked at him in disbelief. Before he could open the mouth, though, Isabel stepped up.

“You know Jason was sixteen then, right? We met again, on a plane, a couple of years back. Didn’t even recognize each other at first. I was just charmed by his obliviousness to my attempt to flirt with him, so I slipped him my number.”

“Doesn’t sound like you, champ,” Bruce said. “Usually you know what you want and you just go for it. And if you don’t, then you don’t want that.”

Jason worked his jaw. Yet, he didn't make any retort, allowing Isabel to speak.

“Well, we went on one date, after that, which was nothing short of disastrous on so many levels,” Isabel said, smiling at Jason. He smiled right back. “Also, our schedules didn’t match up then. Both of our jobs kept us on the road.”

“You told her about your job, champ? Haha, it seems like even I don’t know what you get up to.”

There were limits to even Isabel reserves of patience. She seemed fed up with Bruce ignoring her. She turned to Selina, determining to finish the story. “But after he came back to Gotham, well. It seemed like fate.”

“I’m sure it did,” Bruce chuckled.

At this point, Selina was ready to throttle all three of them.

"I need a drink", she proclaimed.

She meant to go hit the bar but a waiter materialized from a thin air like he was staying somewhere listening in. He had a tray with four glasses full of violet shimmery liquor of some kind.

"Selina," Bruce said when she got the glass.

'Nice of him to finally notice me', she thought, knocking the liquor back, and knocking his hand away. Would be even nicer if Jason didn’t show up to bait Bruce, the night it was supposed to be about her, at all.

"Selina," Bruce said again, his voice even more strained. Jason shifted his stance. Bruce continued, "Alfred wouldn't approve any alcohol except champagne to be distributed among guests, outside of bar area." Jason shifted again, attempting to grasp the waiter.

The waiter side-stepped though, only one glass splashing the liquid to the ground.

"Hey now," the Joker said. It was eerie how much a little of spray tan and hair dye could go. "I know nanite-refined liqueur is a bit untraditional choice of a celebratory drink but hardly worth punching the waitstaff. You're the Waynes, of course, you can afford it. But, well, if anyone lies a hand on me, Harley is going to detonate them."

#fic #batcat #brujay #jaysabel #selina kyle #bruce wayne #jason todd #isabel ardila #yeah she finally here #fruit of discord

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novellaquill · 5 years

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Starling: Starting Over

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Drabble with OC!Batsis x Batfam

Summary:

Lerina begins to doubt her decision and doubts if she can make it on her own but with help from friends she starts to enjoy her new found freedom. However, an old friend may accidentally ruin it all.

Warning: This talks about depression, mental illness, and other serious topics. If these topics make you feel uncomfortable don't read. There is also cursing.

A/N: You finally get to see what she looks like and are introduced to a new character! Young Justice are mentioned.

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“It’s all anybody wants, right? Clean slate. A new beginning. Like that’s gonna be any easier. Ask the guy pushing the boulder up the hill. Nothing’s easy about starting over. Nothing at all.”

― Meredith Grey

“Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.” ― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

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I'm not going to lie this has been hell. My anxiety is skyrocketing, I've never done this before. I spent nights wondering what my family would say if I ever saw them again. Would they be angry or disappointed? Who knows? Why should I care? I shouldn't, but I do. Dick's birthday is coming soon. I've never missed a birthday before what am I going to do? Will they survive without me? Of course, they will. Will they be okay though? Again I ask who know? I shouldn't care, but I do I always will. Every day is a nightmare, it feels like you're on your own even though you have people to help you.

— My best friend Shani gave me a place to stay until I got on my feet, but later on, we decided to become roommates since rent would be cheaper and she's basically my second sister. We got a four bedroom two bath apartment in Star Ciry. Honestly, we didn't need all that space, but Leilei insisted on having a place to sleep when she came to visit, and we both wanted a workspace. Shani mainly just wanted Leilei there so she could get free food whenever she came to visit, that vulture.

Now for the hell part, it's difficult to take care of yourself without having to take care of someone else at least physically. At home, I would remember to eat because I helped Alfred make breakfast for my household. Now I have to remind myself that I have to eat for me. Eating was necessary for survival just another task for me to do. It was hard to find the joy in anything especially when it's for myself. Oh, don't get me started on finding the motivation to do anything. Now that someone isn't relying on you it feels like you can't do anything or find to energy to do anything. When living is a chore with others, and now you're by yourself it feels like you're pushing a boulder up an unclimbable mountain. Maybe I should just go home? I mean what am I going to do out here? Really? Like what's the-"Okay get your ass up," Shani my best friend said dragging me off my bed and into the shower, "You did this at my old place you're not doing it here." "AH! SHIT, YOU SON OF A BITCH THAT'S COLD," I screamed as she drowned my body in the water. "Forget them Lerina you are a strong independent woman who doesn't need a man. Act like it! Now you have a degree in psychology if you saw someone acting like this what would you tell them to do," she asked dismissing the fact that her best friend is still in her clothes and in the shower having cold water pouring down on them. "I'm not a psychiatrist, but I'd tell them to go see one and get to get their life together," I answered pissed. "So what should you do?" "Yeah, I get it. Get out so I can take my own advice." "You're welcome bestie!" "I hate you." — Luckily I did see a psychiatrist. It's kinda fun to talk to him because of my background in psychology, I know the medical terms. I also received a new private doctor so it could be harder to track me. Together my doctor and my psychiatrist found medications that worked for me. Basically all the medicine I hoped to avoid I had to take. I'm on an antidepressant and medication for anxiety, but at least I don't have to take Adderall anymore. I used to as a child, and I haven't used it over a year. I'm officially off it now. I'm supposed to manage my stress, but I went ahead and got one of the most stressful jobs ever. I'm a neurologist! I originally went to school to be a psychiatrist, but that wasn't my calling. I continued the course then switched it to neurology I still love psychology and use the knowledge I learned to read others and give advice from time to time. Let's be honest, it's easier to fix someone else's problem than to fix your own. I didn't want to set a bad example for my patients. It took some time to job hunt and to get the okay from my doctors, but I finally started working. Life has its ups and downs I know that now and after three months my life is coming together. Maybe just maybe I can do this.

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That naive little fool. Did she honestly believe starting over would be that easy? In only three months as well? Ha! She’d have better luck seeing Jesus and watching hell freeze over with him by her side. Did it not occur to her that her younger siblings would indeed look for her? Oh yes, the batclan began to search for her whereabouts two weeks after she went disappeared and haven't ceased searching since. I bet you curious to why it took two weeks for the clan of vigilantes to look for their missing bat. Well, it all started two months and a week ago. --

Tim noticed Lerina's disappearance the second he entered the Batcave. There was no welcome home kisses, bone-crushing hugs, or dinner. No questions about the mission after being dragged into the infirmary. There was nothing but the pained groans from his fellow vigilantes and the sounds of the keyboard used by Bruce. Tim looked at Jason and Jason looked back a Tim. It was if they shared the same mind that moment, they knew for a fact without a single doubt something was wrong with their sister. "Hey, Alfred did you see Lerina anywhere," Jason asked while getting a bullet wound stitched up "I'm afraid I haven't seen Miss Lerina at all during my return," the butler answered. "She's probably in her bedroom," Dick proposed, "Doesn't she have a board meeting tomorrow?" "Indeed she does but-," "I am certain that Oriel is alive and well," Damian interrupted unbothered by his butler and older brothers' concerned tone. "I didn't know you cared Damian," Cassandra said while putting away her gear, "I don't I believe we should consider taking the time to appreciate the beautiful silence her absence has brought us," he replied with a smirk. "If Lerina isn't here it's for a good reason. Now I want Tim-" "Bruce I'm pretty sure Lerina is missing," Tim interjected. "Nonsense Drake, Oriel is most likely working on father's business files and if not she's with her grandmother. Do Not disturb her I'm enjoying the silence," Damian sneered leaving the group. -- That's how it was for the entire time she was gone. Jason, Tim, and Alfred started their search immediately, however, the others didn't decide to join until 3 weeks later Kamalei complained about not seeing her granddaughter, even if that was a lie. It was then when the police, the league, and young justice were notified of her disappearance. There wasn't even the tiniest unit of dust to point them in the right direction but they continued to search losing hope until someone got a text. "That was Wally," Dick explained as the other began to suit up, "He saw Rina in Star City."

-- "Did you see the news today Rina?" "Oh yes, 'No it's true I am the real Lerina Oriel-Wayne' please," Lerina mocked the latest beauty queen who pretended to be her, "Another demented fangirl craving fame and fortune." "Yo, but did you see how much money your family was willing to lay down for your return? Nearly fifty thousand dollars! Hell, I'm willing to put lipstick on a pig for that much money," Shani exclaimed powerless to hide the shock that trekked across her body. "Only fifty thousand? A pity I thought I was worth more than that," she shrugged entirely unbothered by the amount of reward money her family was willing to spend for her retrieval. "However, what is worrying is if someone recognizes me and reports back to my family. Are you certain it's safe for me to be out in public?" "I'm sure, you don't stay out long enough for the public to remember what you look like and thanks to papa Bruce's neglection he doesn't have any recent pictures of you. Relax, you're in the clear." Shani responded in a laid back tone, "Now let's go get some coffee-SHIT!!" "What," the older woman questioned, "What's wrong?" "It's Wally he's here! He heard everything and he's coming right at us, RUN!" You didn't have to repeat yourself to get the oldest Wayne to run as if a demon was right on her tail but as a regular human, it's impossible to outrun a speedster. Within a second a livid red head blocked their path. "Wally hi. How's everything with Artemis?" "Don't play that with me Lerina you have a lot of explaining to do,' Wally growled taking off with the pair. -- "That's it? That's why you dropped off the face of the Earth?!" Wally shouted his rage scorching the air. "What do you mean "that's it', Lerina argued, "That's a great reason." "You couldn't have left a note?" No, because I didn't want them to find me!!" "Listen Wally," Shani began getting the attention of her best friend and the speedster, "You're not really being fair-" "HOW AM I NOT BEING FAIR!?" he screamed, "The league, Young Justice, her own family are currently killing themselves to find her thinking that she's in some sort of danger only for me to find out she abandoned them! How am I being unfair?" "I didn't abandon them I left to-" he cut her off, "You left to spite them." "I left because if I stayed they would use that 50 grand to plan my funeral," she snapped her response draining the color from Wally's face."W-w-what?" he stuttered unable to get the words out, "I left to save my life, Wally, I would've killed myself in that house," she said voice cracking, "I didn't leave a note because I didn't want them to carry the burden of knowing nor did I want to face them ever again." He sat down on their couch head lowered and fingers running through his red locks, "SO what am I supposed to do, huh? I already texted telling them I saw you here. They are on their way if they aren't already here." "Well, you don't have to tell anyone you found us," Shani stated. Wally's head snapped up, "Are you saying that I lie to them?" "No, I'm just saying-" "I know what you're saying and it's still a lie. Asking for me to lie to my best friend and the bat clan is one thing but the team and my girlfriend too? You've got to be kidding me." "Artemis already knows. You can't be in Star City without one of its vigilantes finding out," Shani explained "Listen," Lerina said sitting next to him, "You can tell them I was here but by the time you come back I'll be on the next flight somewhere else. Why? I finally made a life where I'm not numb and I can live my life to the fullest. I'm not sacrificing my happiness or my health for anyone. Not anymore. Now you don't have to keep my secret I'm not going to ask you do but if you do I know a senior citizen who is always willing to fill that bottomless pit you call a stomach." Wally sighed putting his face in his palms, "He's my best friend, Lerina you can't just-" "Shh let's talk about something else, how are you and Artemis doing," she questioned. The only response was a groan. -- "Are you absolutely sure you saw her?" Nightwing questioned looking over the city. "You saw the picture I sent, it was her," Kid Flashed answered in monotone. "But?' he asked turning to his glum friend. "There were too many people around during a rush hour. I couldn't catch up." he said sighing in defeat. Nightwing didn't show it but he was distraught and Wally knew this but a new feeling of hope also filled the blue vigilante’s heart, "It's fine man. Thank you for notifying us, we'll keep looking in that area during the time she was last spotted to see if we can find a pattern. Then we'll branch out to the rest of the city. I'm sorry for all the trouble." "Yeah," Wally said as a mixture of relief and guilt settled in his stomach, "I'm sorry too."

~Novella Quill

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secretlystephaniebrown · 6 years

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The Mangled Past, the Bright Future

I really have wanted to bring Duke Thomas into the Red Hood Steph verse for some time. Originally, he was slated to make his debut in the next Big entry, but I kind of wanted to establish some more things off the... well. Bat. It’s my first time seriously writing Duke, but I really did have fun with him and hope to do so again soon!

This takes place sometime before The Bitter Taste of Graveyard Dirt.

There was a kid in the Batcave.

“Who are you?” Steph asked, squinting at him. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen. His dreadlocks were pulled into a ponytail behind his head.

“You’re the Red Hood!” He yelped, backing away from her. A smart reaction, all things considered, from someone who might have just broken into the Cave.

“Sure am. That doesn’t answer my question,” she said.

“This is Duke.” Cass’s ability to come and go silently as she pleased was always uncanny, but Steph had long since learned to adjust to it. She hesitated, placing a hand on Duke’s shoulder as she looked at Steph. “He’s my Robin.”

Steph felt her breath leave her lungs. Of course Cass would have a Robin. Damian was far too young to spend his days following Cass across the world, despite the hero worship. An older, wiser Robin would be called for, to fight alongside the International Bat.

She knew what Cass was afraid of. Steph was volatile by nature, and she had attacked Tim time and time again for reclaiming the mantle of Robin. Damian was different; Steph and Damian went way back, and he was Dick’s partner anyways. Duke was to be Cass’s partner, and he was a stranger to Steph. There was no mistaking the way that Cass stood, just perfectly on the balls of her feet, ready to move if Steph snapped. Steph wished she could be offended, but how could she be? She had done far worse things than attack a sixteen-year-old for the crime of fulfilling a dream that Steph had once held close to her heart.

Steph examined the kid more closely. He was decently muscled for a sixteen-year-old; certainly he was bulkier than Steph or Tim had been when they’d been his age. He was already taller than Cass, a fact which Steph knew she would get excellent mileage out of, and he had a serious look on his face.

She wondered how Cass had found him, how she had chosen him. Would he balance Cass out, like Robin was supposed to balance Batman? Looking around the cave, she saw scraps of fabric laid out, in the Robin colors. Apparently the kid was inclined to favor yellow as his primary color, which would be interesting.

She hoped he was better at the job than she had been.

Steph nodded, and pulled off her helmet. She tucked it under her left arm, and stuck out her other hand. “Well this will be interesting,” she said.

He stared at her, and she flinched internally, guessing what he was about to say.

“You’re Stephanie Brown!”

There was nothing quite so uncomfortable as the fact that people knew who she was. Stephanie Brown, the Spoiler, the Robin who had died. The blonde superhero, recognizable even years later, with heavy scarring and short hair. Long after baby fat had faded away and the signature smile had shriveled and died, people could still see Stephanie Brown in the mangled remains that was The Red Hood.

She had once been scared that Bruce would not be able to recognize her when she took off her helmet. Now, it seemed that every time she took off her helmet, someone recognized her as what she was; the twisted ghost of the failed Robin, smeared in blood.

She flashed him a grin with too many teeth. “Stephanie Brown died.”

“But…” he looked at her, and then turned to look at Cass.

“Steph,” Cass reprimanded, looking disapproving. Cass hated it when Steph was flippant about her own death, especially when she tried to use it to wiggle out of questions she didn’t want to answer.

She shrugged, making eye contact with Cass. Being the Bat suited Cass; it gave her an aura of confidence and power that went beyond what she’d had before. Even standing there in sweats, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, Steph wondered how anyone could see her as anything else. “What? I did.”

“You died?” There was horror there, as well as incredulity. Steph wondered what the kid would say if she pulled down the high neck of her shirt to reveal the autopsy scars.

Steph’s grin felt brittle to her. “Funny thing they never tell you about being a superhero. They don’t tell you that death is just that much less likely to stick.” And wasn’t that just unfair? Why did superheroes get to come back, when innocents who died in their wakes didn’t get to? And why did some people get glorious resurrections, while she had to claw her way out of her own grave?

Something like understanding settled on his face. He was sharp, she realized. Possibly the sharpest of the Robins in that department. She wondered how Tim felt about all this; about being replaced not once but twice over. Red Robin or whatever it was that he was calling himself these days was busy, running around with the Teen Titans and searching for evidence of whatever conspiracy theories he was gathering together this week. She wondered if he’d met the new Robin, and what he thought of him.

“You went after the Mask. I remember reading that in the papers.”

“You read papers?” Steph was delighted. “Oh man, please introduce him to Oracle, I can’t wait to see what she thinks of a luddite grand-protégé.”

“I’m not a luddite!”

“You’re a sixteen-year-old who reads the newspaper,” Steph said. “I call it like I see it.”

Cass laughed softly, then kissed Steph on the cheek. “Play nice,” she said, then wandered off towards the big computer.

Steph sighed. “When you said there was an emergency this was not what I thought you meant!” She yelled after her best friend’s retreating back.

Cass wanted her to meet her protégé, and, Steph suspected, to know what Steph thought of him. Something warm unfurled in her stomach there; there was trust there, but more than that, there was… Cass wanted Steph to like her new sidekick. Cass cared about what she thought. It went beyond just about anything else that Cass had done for Steph, since Steph had ended up back on the side of the angels.

Well, if Cass had asked… she turned to Duke, sizing him up again. She’d love to see this kid in action; she wanted to see where he fell on the spectrum of the Robins. “Well, I guess Cass has you covered on the fighting grounds,” she said thoughtfully. “You done much detective work?”

There was pride on his face as he straightened up. He wore a letterman’s jacket from a local high school. She couldn’t really remember what the patches meant, but he had a lot of them. A king of his high school, she suspected. “Yes,” he said. “I beat the Riddler’s puzzle when I was thirteen. Deduced the original Batman’s secret identity too.”

Steph’s eyebrows raised. Cass had picked very well, it seemed. “Brains and brawn? I demand a recount, I’m being outclassed as a Robin again.”

A beanbag flew through the air. Steph barely dodged it in time. “Missed!” She yelled at Cass, who was engrossed in whatever case file she was reading.

Duke looked between the two of them, worry wrinkling the area between his eyebrows. “I thought… Cass didn’t like killing.”

“She doesn’t,” Steph said shortly. “None of them do. But especially not her.”

He looked around the Cave, clearly questioning her presence.

Sometimes, Steph couldn’t help but question it herself. Since Bruce died, things were strange. There was a sort of mockery to her inclusion here, in this family. A hollow echo of the way things should have been, of the role she should have played. Suspicion and avoidance from everyone but the often absent Cassandra Cain, who alone extended a hand of forgiveness every time, no matter how often Steph had thrown the kindness back in her face.

What made her different? She wanted to ask Cass, time and time again. Why did she get to be forgiven, to not be forced to pay for her crimes. Was it the secrets she held in her heart? Surely Cass realized that even if they sent Steph packing to Arkham or Blackgate, she wouldn’t tell. There was a cell in the Manor that had held her for months, until Talia had arranged for her release. They could hold her.

Steph wanted to be better. She wanted to change.

But why did she get to?

She was scared to ask Cass, and she couldn’t ask Bruce. Maybe they believed that death had twisted her into this, failing to see that there had always been this darkness, this anger inside of her. Or maybe they believed that she hadn’t done enough damage, because she had never managed to kill the targets of her rage and vengeance.

There were too many maybes.

But Steph knew what it boiled down to, at least enough to provide the newest Robin with an answer for her presence in this world.

“Cass believes that people can change,” Steph said, speaking slowly as she tried to figure out how to explain Cass to this kid, who couldn’t have known her for very long. “And the old man apparently felt bad about… things. So I got to have my second chance, I guess.” She shrugged. Thinking about Bruce and his last message still hurt. She didn’t know what to do with that information. “I don’t kill these days. It’s bad for the kid.” She tried to say it lightly, but she completely failed.

“Scarlet,” he said.

“Yes. Her.” She tilted her head at him thoughtfully. “What’s your rates for babysitting? Because you look like you might be able to stop her from climbing out the window to play games with the other Robin. And you seem responsible.”

He snickered, then fell silent. He stuck his hands in his pockets, and pointedly looked over her shoulder. “You weren’t a bad Robin, you know,” he finally said. Steph’s body locked up, making it difficult to breathe. “You were my favorite, when I was a kid.”

Then he turned and walked towards Cass, leaving Steph alone, feeling tired and hollow inside.

She texted Cass “He’ll be fine,” and then went home to Nell.

#Steph Writes #A Different Game Verse #Stephanie Brown #Duke Thomas #Cassandra Cain #DC #Bat Family

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reddhoodie · 6 years

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I sometimes reread my own fics and find random bits I really like. So I decided to do a big post featuring all of my personal favorite fic moments from 2017!

(here’s my A03 if you want to browse my other fics not featured here!)

It would be really cool if other writers would do this too, it’s fun to see what authors enjoy about their own writing and I think it’s a really positive way to look at your own work. ^^ Feel free to tag me if you decide to post your own!

This got pretty long so it’s all under the cut~

1. “Lois frowned over her book while Clark lunged for Tim, who was sitting on a pool noodle like it was a horse and frantically trying to paddle away.

“This seems a little unfair. I mean, Clark has super hearing.”

Bruce grunted. “They cheat anyway so it evens out somewhat.”

“Hm.”

Dick leaned against the side of the pool, laughing. “Tim...Tim get off the noodle!” He gasped.

“Never! Ol' blue rides eternal!” Tim cried, paddling with one hand, the other fist raised to the sky in triumph.

Clark lunged and grabbed the noodle, yanking Tim close, and wrapped him in tight, one-armed hug. “Gotcha!”

“I told you!” Dick laughed.

“You need to rethink your noodle-boat building strategy, Tim.” Jason sighed. “Learn something from Damian over here.”

Damian was laying on his stomach on three noodles, his feet free to kick at the water behind him. “Observe and be humbled, Drake.””

From Supersunned. I love writing family fluff (the worst kept secret ever), and rereading all the nonsense in this fic makes me smile.

2. “Bruce doesn't remember making the choice to leap off his perch, to land among the officers and grab the man by the shirt collar. He doesn't remember flinging him to the ground, or slamming the handcuffed man's head against the concrete. Doesn't realize what he's doing until there's blood all over the sidewalk and the police are about to shoot and Nightwing is dragging him back by his cape and one arm.”

From Little Absences, a rare foray into angst territory for me. While I was at work one day I started thinking about how when you lose someone you love, the most random things can bring up that aching emptiness. I imagined that Bruce felt that a lot about Jason, and couldn’t stop thinking about the idea. So here it is, a collection of Bruce’s grief.

3. “A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over Tim, and he felt his face go an even deeper red than the crying had already turned it.

He took the box from Dick’s hand and refused to meet his gaze, mopping at his eyes with a tissue while even more tears spilled over. He just wanted to cover himself with the cot’s thin sheets and never come out again, never face Bruce or Alfred or especially Dick ever again. Forget this ever happened. Maybe he could just stay there until he died.

Dick walked away and for a moment Tim was relieved, until he came back with a towel and sat on the cot beside him.

Tim shook with the sobs he was trying to stifle.

Dick draped the towel over the younger boy’s head and scrubbed at his sopping wet hair.”

From Robins In The Dead of Night, a requested fic I still love. Writing the boys during their time as Robin is always interesting, and writing Robin!Tim just made it even better. ;3

4. “He turned, and there stood Elaina, almost completely changed out of her Lone Wolf costume. It was an odd sight, her wearing an oversized sweatshirt, shorts, her mask, and one knee-high boot. Wearing only one shoe meant her approach was lopsided and awkward, and Alfred had to put effort into not smiling, since he guessed from the way what he could see of her face was scrunched that she was not in a pleasant mood.

“I’m gonna riot.” She announced, the statement many-voiced and ominous through her mask.

“Is something the matter?””

From Let’s Start A Riot, one of the few stories I’ve posted featuring my and my friends’ self-insert OCs. I’ve posted a few stories with them but it’s only a small fraction out of the ones I’ve written. I want to post more but it’s just...I dunno. Part of me likes keeping them between us. Also I know most people don’t care about them so I tend to only post canon-character stuff. ANYWAY this fic actually has a lot of my favorite moments but I limited myself to one.

5. “< No...did you lose him? Is he loose? >

Dick smiled bitterly at the three red siren emoji’s Tim sent to accompany his message.

< Not lost. Just...misplaced. >

< That’s not comforting at all. I’m locking my windows. >”

From Feverbird, aka more brother fluff. Sick fics are my jam.

6. “She was strapped by seatbelts and an old chrome lap bar into the front seat of a roller coaster train. The black leather seats were faded and cracked, the bar rusty and dirty. The seatbelts, however, looked brand new. The front of the train was faded, and had once displayed the name of the ride this had once been. Now, however, something new was painted over it neatly. A playing card. A Joker card.

Crow’s heart immediately sped up, her blood running cold. She squirmed in her seat, but the straps were so tight around her waist and hips that she felt the slight tingle of restricted blood flow in her feet. When she reached for her belt to try and grab something to cut them with, she found the entire belt missing entirely. Her comm was missing too. She cursed into the night air and then sighed, glancing around for anything useful.

The disused boarding station was falling apart, rotting where it stood among overgrown vegetation. Trees and bushes reached into the open window spaces and the holes smashed through the old wooden boards. An old sign swung from a single rusting screw on the wall.

Please remain seated, and keep your arms and legs inside the train at all times!

Crow snorted.”

This one is actually from a fic I haven’t finished yet, and haven’t posted, about my OCs and the batkids being trapped in various parts of an abandoned amusement park by Joker. I really love how I wrote the first chapter and I really should get working on the rest...maybe I’ll post it on my a03? Maybe.

7. “Glancing beyond Temperance, she spotted Jason again. He'd split off from the group he'd been talking to and was at the banquet table, picking at what was left now that the night was nearly over. While she watched he picked up a pastry, which promptly dropped a glob of red jelly right onto his nice dress shirt.

Becca practically cheered. Instead she smiled politely at the other women and nodded towards Jason. "Well, this was fun, but I think Jason needs someone to clean him up." She gulped the last of her drink and placed the empty glass gently on a passing waiter's tray. "A woman's work is never done, right?"

The women laughed at her comment and she hurried away, rolling her eyes once they were all behind her back. She gathered her fluffy skirt into her hands to allow herself to move more quickly, her heels clicking on the polished ballroom floor.”

From another unposted OC fic, full of incredibly self indulgent fluff. It’s short and a little cheesy but it turned out exactly how I wanted and that makes me love it.

And I think I’ll leave it at that! I can’t wait to write even more fics in 2018 (along with some original stuff too, hopefully)! Thanks for following me and my rambles, and I hope you enjoy!

#fanfiction #batfam #batfamily #batfamily fanfiction #my writing #my ocs #bruce wayne #batdad #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #becca/crow #elaina/lone wolf #fic recs

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audreyandherocs · 6 years

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Life and Death (Part 2)

Warnings: Character death

Featuring my dc comics OC: Avery/Sprite

Emma @call-me-emma

Lily @guns-n-lilies

PROMPT:

Avery has left the world and the people she had to leave behind. Now it’s time for them to mourn.

Emma stood in the Wayne Manor, with several others. They knew time was becoming shorter and shorter over the course of time and after being called by Bruce and Alfred, today maybe the day.

The day when Avery would die.

Emma gripped her arms together, barely noticing Dick rubbing her back or the reassuring words. Nor did she notice Lily, one of her closest friends and sister, slip away from the masses.

All the people who were gathered here were people that cared for Avery as either as a family or friend. Bruce and Alfred decided that by gathering everyone together, they could give Avery one last big visit.

Before the time came.

Emma hated this.

She hated how unfair this was.

When Emma first met Avery, it was when Wally introduced her. She was a bit unsure meeting the girl but when they started to talk, Emma could feel herself relax and was instantly attached to the girl. Emma had noticed how weak Avery was but there weren’t enough signs that led to the event today.

Through thick and thin, Avery was always there.

When Avery revealed she was dying soon, Emma and some other people did their best to stop Avery’s death a little bit longer.

Just a little bit longer.

When Bruce wasn’t fighting and protecting Gotham, he was down in the Cave looking for a solution to this. Emma also helped Bruce in finding a cure. The worse Avery became, the more desperate Emma became as well.

She read every medical journal and test she could get her hands on and when that wasn’t enough, Emma was tempted to go to Lex Luthor, Avery’s other ‘uncle’, for help or even…go back to King’s.

Hell, even Emma offered her genes to save Avery.

But that wouldn’t work.

It was too late.

There was nothing they could do to stop Avery’s impending death.

Yet every visit Emma made, Avery would just smile and talk like she wasn’t going to die. Dreams of the future. Not Avery’s but Emma’s. What her life with Dick would be like and the work that Emma would do for the world.

How proud Avery was of Emma and being her friend and sister.

The visits always ended in tears.

Emma glanced around the room and focused on the people. Other than the Wayne family, there was also Avery’s brothers with Avery’s best friend since childhood: Alex. They all were standing side by side, their faces emotionless.

Some would’ve interpreted their faces as uncaring and Emma grew angry at that, but it was quenched instantly when she saw their misty eyes. Alex hugged himself and had his head down to his knees, curling into himself.

The brothers knew longer what their youngest sibling’s fate when Avery was first born.

They knew this time was coming.

Alex had once told them when he learned of his abilities, he tried to heal Avery. However, he couldn’t heal someone who was never healthy. It would always reset and he lived with Avery’s fate for years.

Emma tore her eyes and away and noted everyone. There was the Team Avery joined, consisting of those like M’gann, Conner, Artemis, and their leader Kaldur; who was not here (who probably slipped away to see Avery).

There was also Clark or the infamous Superman. Wonder Woman was also there with J’onn, Barry, and Arthur.

Lois, Barbara, Mera, and Iris had gathered together, talking to each other in low whispers and helped out Alfred.

Bruce was silent for the most part, only speaking when others asked him but his mind was elsewhere. Jason and Damian were off by themselves while Tim was talking with Conner.

Emma knew there were more people in this room and the other but right now, she couldn’t focus at all.

Dick stood beside Emma, their hands joined together.

The clock ticked by and then-

M’gann gasped as Conner and Clark widened their eyes. Alex snapped his head up and his violet eyes widened, with tears falling down. J’onn hung his head and Emma…she cried and screamed.

The link, one that she and Avery shared together, disappeared. She couldn’t feel Avery’s dying heartbeat or her presence in her mind.

Tears started to run free and so did her legs. Emma pushed past everyone and ran up the stairs, with several others behind her.

Her legs ran as fast as she could and the door that led to Avery grew closer. Emma slammed open the door and the machine that monitored Avery’s heartbeat went flat.

It cut through the roaring in her ears as Emma screamed, “AVERY!”

Kaldur was on top of Avery, pressing his hands together onto Avery’s heart. Electricity running through his arms as he performed CPR.

Emma rushed forward and tried to help out, using the electricity within her, the ability that was granted from Avery’s genes, to revive her.

“Please, Avery! Don’t leave us! Come on, wake up! Don’t die!” cried Emma.

Lily was right beside her, her hands covering her eyes and cried. Sounds of wails being muffled.

The whole thing was a blur. Emma remembered being torn away from Avery and she tried to reach her.

This had to be some messed up nightmare or an illusion. This wasn’t happening-

She couldn’t lose her sister. Not again.

Emma remembered collapsing and Dick holding onto her. She saw Jason going to hug and comfort Lily.

Kaldur had fallen beside Avery’s bed, holding onto her lifeless hand to his face. Aquaman and Mera taking by his side and comforting him.

There were tears everywhere and they all watched as Bruce go up to Avery’s body. He leant down and he brushed the hair away from her face, before Bruce kissed the top of her head; muttering under his breath.

“Sleep well Avery.”

One by one, everyone gathered around and mourned in that moment. Then Adrien, Avery’s eldest brother, walked up and placed the white cloth over his sister’s face; saying goodbye.

When Adrien stood, no one saw his face but they heard his voice.

“Thank you for taking care of our sister.”

They didn’t cremate her immediately. Avery’s death was still fresh on their mind and it lingered within them. It may have been easier to move forward if they did but they wanted to mourn.

So they mourned.

Bruce worked to get Avery’s funeral ready in respect for the girl. Others helped here and there while some stayed behind with Avery. Some decided to stay together alone and grief with each other.

Dr. Leslie Thompkins came by and signed Avery’s death certificate. She also sent her condolences and sent her final farewells to the girl, who the doctor knew as a child.

Four days had passed since Avery had departed from the world.

During those four days, Avery was placed into a coffin. People came by to see her one more time and get ready for the funeral. They all said their final words and saw Avery one last time before they went to send their condolences to Bruce and his children, Avery’s brothers, Alex, and Kaldur.

Alex and Kaldur stood together and merely accepted their words of condolences with little or no words.

Lily and Emma helped as best as they could for their partners and for their departed sister.

Emma stood over the coffin. She stared at the occupant of said coffin, studying her face and searing into her memory for what may be the final time. They had done some re-touching onto Avery’s face, to make her look like she normally did.

Before she began to die.

Emma almost got rid of the work onto Avery’s face but she didn’t know if she was strong enough to see the hollowed version of the girl.

Lily walked into the room and saw Emma standing over Avery, in which the Sauveterre girl sighed.

If Emma wasn’t resting, she was always near Avery. The older girl wouldn’t leave unless someone made her too; although only a select few could.

Lily walked forwards and she saw Emma turn back, to see who the person was. When the latter saw it was Lily, she returned her eyes to the coffin. As Lily got closer, she slowly got a better look of her friend.

Avery lay in her traditional clothes, with flowers swallowing her entire body. With her peaceful face, it almost looked like Avery was almost sleeping.

But if that were the case, she would’ve woken up.

“Avery loved flowers. If she could see the flowers the others left her, she would be telling us what all of the meaning behind all of them” said Lily with a hint of melancholy.

Lily remembered when Jason proposed to her on top of the Eiffel Tower. With the help of her family and her dearest friends, they surprised her by appearing at her ballet performance in France and helped Jason propose to her.

Jason had given her a bouquet of different flowers that were individually picked for special reasons. All stood for meanings of the love Jason had for Lily and how much she meant to him.

When Lily questioned him about the knowledge of the flowers, he confessed that he had help from Avery; who helped him pick those flowers.

It made more sense when Lily visited Avery in the Wayne Greenhouse; planting and taking care of different plants that were blooming with life.

Lily could remember the time when they all had a tea party in the green house. There was a special blend of tea that Avery created herself, presented in a beautiful teapot and cups.

Avery was sipping her tea as Lily admired Avery’s work when she questioned why she did Gardening and her love of flowers.

Avery’s green eyes stared into Lily’s own eyes when she spoke:

“Maybe it’s because life and death doesn’t apply to them like we do. Unlike animals or humans, they constantly die but always come back to life. They’re so versatile and full of wonder, each with their purpose.”

Avery didn’t speak any more beyond that, her face becoming sober and her eyes becoming distant.

At the time, Lily wasn’t aware of Avery’s condition. So the words she spoke then didn’t make much sense.

Now? Lily knew but it was too late. Thinking back, there were so many times Avery touched on her life but her words were shrouded.

Lily was just as affected as Emma was. However, the Sauveterre girl kept pressing forward for Avery’s sake. She had to take care of Bruce and the others in place of Avery. Support them and being there for them.

Lily raised her hand and took out one, lone white lily.

Emma watched Lily place the Lily onto Avery’s chest, before the two supported each other and cried for their friend.

The next day was the day Avery would be cremated.

Emma stood next to Avery, waiting for those attending to arrive. Bruce and the others were making last minute preparations and everyone was slowly arriving with solemn looks. Alex was also with her but they never exchanged much words before. No sense they would talk now.

Emma glanced at him and he was wearing a black suit. His long raven hair was now shortened, showing more of his pale skin and violet eyes. He stood silently and Emma resumed facing forwards.

It was kind of awkward but Emma didn’t know if talking would help the situation.

“I was here before,” said Alex, shocking Emma.

The girl looked at him but he didn’t look at her. “Excuse me?” asked Emma carefully.

Alex look at Emma, through the corner of his eyes. “When my mother was murdered. Avery was with me during that time and she held my hand when I cried for my mother. Avery was there when my mother was murdered by Vandal Savage and helped save me. Avery’s been with me for as long as I can remember.”

Alex looked and placed a hand on Avery’s coffin. That’s when Emma saw how tired he was. He had a bitter smile on his lips and she saw how chapped they were. She looked at his eyes and saw his puffy violet eyes were turning misty and then she noticed the dark bags under his eyes.

They were there before but…they were even more noticeable now.

“You and Avery were close” noted Emma, her eyes becoming downcast.

Alex responded by speaking, “As close as we could be but…Avery is like that. She was always close yet so far away…maybe more than ever.”

Emma didn’t say anything as she watched Alex place his head on top of his hands that were gripping the coffin.

Before Emma thought of consoling Alex, there was a sudden BAM! along with a rumble that shook the building.

Emma and Alex took hold while keeping Avery still. They all brought their body close to the ground to prevent being toppled over and waited for the tremor to stop.

When it had subsided, Emma and Alex got up as they smelt smoke.

Widening their eyes, the two rushed out to see there was a fire going on. There were also people who were injured and some people trying to put out the fire.

Instinct kicked in as Alex and Emma went to work. Alex took care of the injured using his abilities while Emma helped put out the fire. It wasn’t bad as it could’ve been but Alex was helping the people out of the building. As they were getting everyone out, the comms in Alex’s and Emma’s ear went off.

“Lioness, Alex. Where are you?” asked Batman.

“We’re still in the building. There was a fire and people were injured-“ reported Emma but Batman cut her off.

“Get them out and suit up. There are several attacks happening in the city and the villains broke out of Arkham Asylum. We need as many people on hand right now” ordered Batman.

“But what about Avery?” questioned Emma, as she removed her outer clothes to reveal her Lioness outfit.

“I have someone outside ready to look after her until everything is resolved.”

“Yes sir” reported Emma before she nodded to Alex. He nodded back before he escorted the rest of everyone out of the building.

Emma went back to get Avery but as she got closer, she noticed the door to the room she was in was jarred slightly open.

Didn’t she close it? Or did they accidentally left it open when they rushed out?

With her guard up, Emma slowly pushed the door open. She widened her eyes when she saw a figure bent over Avery’s body.

Hearing the door open, the figure turned and Emma growled.

“Ra’s al Ghul.”

Ra’s looked at Emma and his eyes narrowed a fraction. “I would’ve thought you’d be out in the midst of the chaos right now, Emma” said Ra’s.

“Why are you here?” interrogated Emma but Ra’s wasn’t fazed.

“I believe you are smart enough to figure that out,” said Ra’s. Emma saw his hand resting on top of Avery’s coffin, the lid already open.

Emma opened her mouth to retort but her mind clicked. “You’re behind this” she stated.

“Of course. I couldn’t just walk in and retrieve my niece from everyone” said Ra’s before he started to bend down. “Not with the Detective around to stop me.”

Emma got ready to attack and was instantly met with a harsh look from Ra’s.

“I will be taking Avery with or without your help” stated Ra’s.

Emma felt the fight in her die down before her muscles went lax. “You’re going to revive her.”

Ra’s bent down and easily picked up the limp body of Avery, cradling her head close to his shoulder. Emma could only focus on Ra’s hand that gently cupped Avery’s head. Her long raven hair falling down that curtained the face.

“That is correct” said Ra’s before he moved to leave the room. “Will you stop me and let Avery remain dead? Or will you step aside and see her breath again?”

Emma’s entire body shook. She faintly remembered Avery’s instruction to be cremated immediately for she had accepted her fate and wanted to stay with that fate.

But the thoughts of Avery laughing again. Her smiles that would reassure Emma, her voice…her constant presence….

Ra’s looked at Emma from the corner of his eye but Emma made no move to stop him. Too caught up with her memories of Avery and the prospect of her being alive. The assassin moved and brushed past Emma, carrying Avery’s body in his arms.

The demon’s head left the cremation centre and was followed by his guards, they all went to the rendezvous point before they would begin to revive Avery.

“You are very well loved, aren’t you Avery?” questioned Ra’s, glancing at Avery. There was no response as expected from the dead but Ra’s focused on the peaceful face Avery had.

Ra’s carried Avery with one hand, her weight light enough for him to be able to, before he activated his communicator. “I have retrieved Avery, I trust you will play your part?”

Emma’s knees gave way as she slid onto the floor, crying again. What had she done? She knew that Avery didn’t want to come back alive but the Pit could do it.

But that was why Avery wanted to be cremated.

Emma snapped out of her trance and stood up, her legs knocking into each other.

“Lioness, where are you?!” commed in Nightwing, chaos leaking through.

Dick, I made a mistake” confessed Emma as she ran out of the building. She had ot find them, have to stop Ra’s-

“Emma? What’s wrong?” said Nightwing worriedly.

“Ra’s-“

“Ra’s al Ghul was here?” Nightwing said, widening his eyes. He faintly heard Jason and Damian yelling “What?” in the background.

“H-he...planned the attacks right now. He was just in Avery’s room and he has her. I’m sorry Dick, I knew Avery didn’t want this but Ra’s-“ Emma choked, “He said he could bring her back to alive and I wanted to be selfish but that’s what Avery didn’t want.”

Emma ran and ran, slowly catching up. She could see them, see just needed to-

“Emma, wait! Don’t go after him alone!” yelled Nightwing.

“I can’t! He has Avery and it’s my fault!” cried Emma before she saw him.

They hadn’t left. There was still time-

Nightwing’s warnings continued in her ear, before Emma became irritated. She reached up and ripped the comm from her ear before tossing it to the side. She was so close-

She was going to use her telekinesis, knock the guards down and grab Avery. She had to take Avery away from Ra’s and stop him. Not what Avery wanted, she needed to-

“Ra’s!” roared Emma as she saw Ra’s with Avery in his arms. There was two other figures and Emma instantly recognized them. Why was Lex Luthor and Mercy there?

The assassin turned and the curtain of Avery’s hair parted. Emma stopped and gasped, time stopping as she saw Avery’s face.

Her eyes were slightly open and Emma could see Avery’s green eyes. “Avery-“ she called out and she thought she had seen Avery move her mouth.

However, that never happened.

Ra’s rushed him and Avery into the helicopter that would take them away. Guns were fired and Emma instinctively dodged them away. The helicopter roared to life, about to leave with its passengers.

“Stop!” ordered Emma as she was about to bring down the helicopter.

Emma jumped away when Mercy shot a blast from her arm and Luthor yelled something to Ra’s. However, the blades that were chopping the air drowned out the words. Emma growled and wanted to stay closer but Mercy kept coming.

As Emma was about to push forwards, she saw the grenades falling down.

Emma widened her eyes as she saw the helicopter move into the air, farther and farther away. Her mind just processed the grenades falling and she moved but her reaction was too slow.

The grenades went off and sent a series of explosions off, blinding surrounding area.

Emma felt her body go light before she floated for a moment. Then all of a sudden, she was tumbling on the ground.

The girl grunted but then heard a hiss but not from her. Emma raised her head and saw Wally not too far from her.

“Wally?” she called out confused. What was he doing here?

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” Wally groaned as the two got onto their feet. “Dick couldn’t get here in time so he commed me. I was closer so I rushed over. Good thing too or you would’ve been hurt bad.”

There was a solemn tone in his voice and Emma looked at him. His face was serious and Emma knew that they couldn’t lose anyone. For everyone’s sake.

Emma then looked and saw a small crater where she just stood. There were flash bombs with the grenades. When the flash went off, Emma wouldn’t be able to see where she ran and would’ve been caught in the actual blast-

Everything rushed back and Emma gasped.

“Avery!” she yelled before she ran back to the place she was once at. She glanced up and the helicopter was gone.

Luthor was gone.

Ra’s was gone.

Avery was gone.

Again.

Emma felt fresh, hot tears leaking through her eyes before she screamed towards the sky.

To be continued..

#original characters #avery #series #life and death series #sprite

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years

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The New Trinity - Damian Wayne x Reader (xplatonic!Jon Kent)

Well, here it is. Damian is a bit older than he is currently in the comics (seventeen instead of fourteen) by the way. Hope you’ll like it :-) :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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The New Trinity.

That’s how everyone started to call you guys.

“You guys”. Damian, Jon and you. The Bat’s son, The Superman’s son and...You, the mighty Wonder Woman’s daughter.

The New Trinity.

It made sense really, because of who your parents were. The actual Trinity. Three of the mightiest hero in the World, forming the perfect team. And you were their children. Three.

The New Trinity.

That’s how everyone started to call you guys, as your friendship grew.

And it royally pissed you off.

Ever since you were born, everyone (and by everyone you meant your mom’s friends of course, the others...the others couldn’t know) always constantly compared you to your mother. All. The freaking. TIME !

And sure, you loved her to death, and she was the coolest and most badass woman you ever met...but you were you.

Your own being.

You weren’t all like her. Sure, you had her eyes, and sometimes, her mannerisms. And her powers. But your personality wasn’t the same (except for the part of you that was stubborn and that had to help those in need).

Besides, it annoyed you that everyone always compared you to the great “Wonder Woman” and never to your father, who was a goddamn war hero !

Of course...you never met him.

None of them ever met him.

Steve Trevor was dead long ago.

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Before he died, almost a hundred years ago now, your mother and your father had plenty of times to get to know each other, to become best friends, to learn about each other’s culture...To fall helplessly in love.

One night of passion. Of pure bliss and love.

It’s all it took for you to exist. One night of passion, finally, after a long time playing a game of cat and mouth together...And it had to be the day before your father’s death.

Before he sacrificed himself to save many. Before your mother lost him forever...

And here you were.

But your mom’s pain wasn’t ending there.

You were born with a heart defect, and the technology of the time in the Human World couldn’t save you. The amazons couldn’t do much either...

You were dying, and that would have been the end but...Your grandmother couldn’t bear to see her precious daughter in such pain, and as Diana, panicked, arrived with you back to her homeland desperate for help...Your grandma did something she wasn’t suppose to do.

She used ancient Greek powers that the gods left behind after they disappeared, allowing her to freeze you in time, to stop you from growing a second older, hoping that one day, someone could fix your disease...Hoping that someday, she could unfreeze you and someone would be able to save you.

How ironic, really, that you were born with this particular part of your body being deficient. Right after your father’s death...almost as if to symbolize your mom’s pain ! A literal broken heart...

It took long agonizing years for the technology in the Men’s World to finally be able to save you. And so your mother brought you with her, a little baby, a little bundle that knew already too much what pain was...Bruce Wayne is the one that paid for the very expensive surgery, and you were safe.

You were finally able to live your life. Your mother decided that it would be more fit for you to grow up in your father’s world, and though it was totally different from when he was still alive...Diana could finally see an exit to all her pain.

Especially since she had just made new friends. Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne. And they were building a team together, to protect the World...Diana Prince was done hiding. Diana Prince was done trying to forget.

It was over. Just like you, she wasn’t frozen in time anymore, she needed to move on. And so a new life began for her, and your life finally started, years after your actual birth.

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Your mom told you all about your father, and though you never met him and never would, you greatly admired him. For so many reasons...and it actually really bothered you that no one ever compared you to him.

You were brave, you were courageous...And sure your mom was too, but your dad was even more ! He sacrificed himself !! An he...

-What are you brooding about (Y/N) ?

You were in the Justice League Watchtower, sitting on a couch in one of the common room, thinking about how it was unfair that everyone always forgot about your dad, when Jon sat in front of you and Damian next to you and took your mind off of it all.

You smile at Jon (not noticing how Damian’s eyebrows furrow). That boy’s always been great to take your mind off of things, with his good nature and jokes. And Damian...Well, Damian...He was Damian. Jon was two years younger than you (technically, you were almost 90 years older than him but, since you only grew old afterward...you were his age). Damian was your age (a few months older...well, if we ignored the actual year you were born in).

-I was just thinking about what Flash said earlier.

You answer. Damian sightly smirks but says nothing, as Jon smiles at you some more and, putting his hand under his chin, takes a thoughtful expression and says :

-Which things ? Because like, Flash talks a lot. Both Flashes talks a lot. Was it Uncle Barry or Cousin Wally ?

You smile slightly at the “uncle” and “cousin” thing, realizing that...yes, all those people are your family. Truly.

-Uncle Barry. And about how we are the...new “Trinity”.

Jon’s smile widens even more, and you instantly knows he doesn’t feel like you on that matter. You turn your gaze a bit away from him (and he doesn’t even realize it), and your eyes cross Damian’s. Oh. Him. Him he understands. He always does and...Jon’s voice, once more, takes you away from your daydreaming :

-I know right ? It’s great ! We’ve entered the great hero pantheon !

You can’t help but chuckle at your best friend’s words, and how cute it is that he’s trying to put some greek words in there (you taught him what “pantheon” was a few weeks ago).

Not wanting to ruin his good mood, you decide to not talk about how annoyed you are at this name. The New Trinity. You wanted to be the new...your own thing. Damian, Jon and (Y/N). Your own selves ! But something was telling you that Jon wouldn’t understand.

Sure, he was your best friend, but he couldn’t...He was so proud to be like his father. Maybe because everyone was telling him that he was very much like his mother mentally ? Like he took more after her than him ? So he was happy to feel connected to him in that way ?

Yes. That’s something you could understand. And so, instead of saying what you really think, and though you hate to lie to him, you say :

-Yeah, it’s pretty cool right ?

Jon nods and his attention is suddenly caught by a sound neither you nor Damian can hear. He stands up and after a “be right back”, leaves the two of you for some unknown location.

Damian grumbles something and shakes his head, which makes you smile.

-I knew I wasn’t the only broody one.

You say, a mischievous look on your face. You know it’s going to annoy him. A bit like you, he dislikes being constantly compared to his father (even more to his mother, for obvious reasons), and just the word “broody” is sensitive with him, as it’s the word everyone uses to qualify his dad’s daily mood.

But your smile...The way your eyes squeezes because of it, and your nose wrinkles...He can’t help but smile back at you.

You’ve always had that effect on him.

You guys met years ago, before you even met Jon.

Ever since you were a child, you spend a lot of time at the Wayne household as it seems like your mother and Damian’s father just really got along, and needed each others often for emotional support. There wasn’t any ambiguity between them, they really were just friends, very closed ones.

You spend a lot of time there, bonding with Dick, Jason and Tim...The day Damian arrived, you remembered as if it was yesterday, even though it was over seven years ago.

You could have hated him, because he really was a disrespectful brat at the time...And yet, yet you never did.

He was awful to you at first, but unlike everyone around him, instead of getting mad and such...you talked back, you stood your ground, or sometimes, downright ignored him.

You never hated him though, no matter how harsh he was with you. And just like that...You were the first one that ever broke his shell. The first one to ever see the true Damian, the insecure and full of self-doubts little boy who just really wanted his father’s approval.

This is probably what attracted him to you irrevocably. What made him want to be with you all the time. Of course, at the time, you two were merely children, and there were no romance there, only a very strong friendship. But as the years passed...his feelings changed. He’d never admit it though, as he was pretty sure you had a crush on Jon, not him. And oh, how wrong he was.

But that wasn’t the story right now. Nop’. Right now wasn’t about how he felt about you, or rather, wether he liked you that way or not..But about what bothered you in that instant.

He could see you weren’t happy. He hated to see you like that...And so, casually, as if he was just starting yet another conversation, he smiles slightly at your remark on him being broody (knowing perfectly that you were trying to annoy him so you guys wouldn’t talk about yourself) and say :

-I know what you’re doing.

You give him a half-smile and plunge your (E/C) eyes into his green ones.

His heart skips a beat..

-Oh yeah ? And what am I doing then, Robin ?

He’s overly aware of how close you are from him right now, as you leaned towards him, your lips so. Damn. Close. His heart skips another beat, and to his own amazement, when he speaks again, his voice doesn’t even falters or shakes :

-You’re trying to make fun of me, to annoy me, so that we don’t talk about why you’re bothered that everyone calls us the “new Trinity”. You know, I’m not ten anymore, those old tricks don’t work.

Your smile disappear and he feels his heart tightens this time. He hates thinking it’d be his fault if you...But your smile is back in an instant, as you regain countenance over yourself. You look at him intently and say, suddenly looking away :

-You know why it bothers me.

For a second, you’re afraid he’ll make you say it out loud.

He’ve already done it before, forcing you to open up to him, knowing it’ll make you feel better. But this time...This time you really don’t wanna talk about it. Because it’ll make you talk about your father and you can never talk about him without wanting to cry...

Damian tries to decipher the expression of your face, and...He thinks he understands. And he truly does.

-Yes. I do know why it bothers you.

You’re wrong, to worry about him forcing you to talk today. He understands that it’s not the time. And so, instead, with gentle movements, he takes your hand in his and squeezes it slightly.

You’re startled by his sudden touch, but don’t pull away. You smile weakly at him and...yes. Yes he understands why you’re bothered about being called “the New Trinity”.

He lets you put your head on his shoulder, and you stay like that for a moment. It’s comfortable. It’s nice. It’s what friendship looks like, two people always being there for each others. But it’s also...Something more ?

From the corner of the room, Jon, who came back after checking something out, looks at you, an enigmatic smile on his face.

He knew it. He knew that that damn stubborn Damian felt something for you too ! Or he would have never let him touch you like that. It was common knowledge he wasn’t such a fan of public display of affection like that, and yet, in front of all the heroes present in the common room...He let you put your head on his shoulder.

************

It was oh so frustrating, to know that your best friends were in love with each others, but that they were both too proud and stubborn to ever say it out loud.

It was oh so frustrating, to see your best friends get jealous whenever the other one would talk to a girl/boy, or even go on dates, and yet doing nothing.

It was oh so frustrating, and heart breaking, to see your best friends sad and getting sick over the other one dating someone else, but still not admitting their feelings...

Jon have had enough.

Enough of seeing you and Damian turning around each other without ever doing anything. Enough of seeing your almost kisses and soft touches in the midst of battles. Enough of seeing you hurt to see the other ones with others. Enough of seeing you two fight for no reasons, trying to avoid talking about your feelings for each others !

Jon had to do something. But what ?

************

Making them go on a date without their knowledge worked brilliantly.

It also was an easy plan to make really. He just had to tell you guys to meet him at Gotham county Fair and not show up. At the last minute, he said he couldn’t come, and you and Damian spend the day together at the fair.

Jon, a bit creepily, stalked you guys.

He almost screamed out in frustration when, in the haunted mansion, a monster startled you and you jumped in Damian’s arms, your face so close to his, your lips getting closer and...the monster coming back to scare you ruining the moment.

When he passed after you and Damian (as he followed you guys discreetly), he tripped over the actor in the monster suit. He felt a bit bad about it, but damn, almost kiss again !

You two were so made for each other, he knew it. After all, he was your best friend ! He could see all the looks you gave each others, all the laughs and smiles you shared.

Only you could make him laugh so hard.

Only him could make you smile so sweetly.

And looking at you, going around the fun fair like that, he was just more and more sure that you were made for each other.

You took silly pictures in the Photo Booth, you went on the ferris wheel, making the wagon you were in rock dangerously, laughing your ass off (you got banned from the ferris wheel after that..), you went to the haunted mansion and went out fingers tangled...only to realize you were holding each others hands and awkwardly apologizing and letting go (grrrroooooaaaaah !!! Jon screamed in his head). He won a teddy bear at darts for you, you won a stuffed animal (a dog of course) for him. You joked around. You talked, about anything and everything, about nothing too.

It almost seemed like you were both just regular teenagers dating. Even though you were far from normal teenagers...That’s why Jon knew you guys were made for each other.

You made the other one feel normal. Feel like the World wasn’t too fucked up...

************

Jon jinxed himself. He knew it. By thinking that making you guys go on an unknown-date things were going to move forward, he was oh so wrong.

Things didn’t move at all. Not one bit.

You guys acted like the great day you had spend together was just another friendship thing. Like you didn’t almost kiss a few times. Like, when the man to whom Damian bought a candy apple for you said : “Oh gentleman, buying things for his girlfriend ! Youngsters this days don’t do that anymore...” neither you nor Damian corrected him and said that you weren’t his girlfriend...never happened.

It has been like that for YEARS !! Bot h of you acting as if you were “just very good friends”.

No.

You were more than that.

You were good friends with Jon. You’d hug Jon, but never put your head on his shoulder. Damian would always have a good time with Jon, but he’d never laugh so full heartedly with him than he did with you. You’d smile at Jon, but you’d never give him that sweet little tender smile. Jon would tease you sometimes, but instead of blushing like you did with Damian, you’d laugh and talk back. And whenever you’d do that, Damian would literally smell like “jealousy”...

You were friends with Jon. Best friends. You’d die for him, and he would for the both of you. A strong bond linked you all, the fact that people called you the “new Trinity” wasn’t just because you were similar to your parents and such. It was also because of how strong your friendship was, how you always were there for each other etc etc...But the link that was between you and Damian was different.

Jon noticed it from day one. The first time he met you two, you were twelve and him ten. His father had kept him away from any superhero stuffs for a while but, after realizing that his son was also a super, he just brought him in too...and that’s when he met you two.

Already there, Jon noticed how different Damian would be around you. How softer his voice would be when talking to you. How guilty he felt whenever he was acting like a douche towards you. And you...You would be less sassy with him than with other people.

Already there, Jon noticed that there was something special between the two of you. And he just knew he was right !!

But his little trick, making you guys going on a “date”, made him realize something...you two were two damn stubborn to ever admit your true feelings to each other ! He had to take another offensive.

************

It was a disaster.

For the past three months, Jon very obviously stated multiple times that you liked each other, and instead of denying it, both of you would just plainly ignore him ! Treat him like a child ! He hated that !

He went to sleep over at Wayne Manor once, to see how Gotham’s street were...He downright told Damian that you liked him, and Damian just turned towards him, stunned, said :

-Don’t be silly Jon, she can’t like me.

And continued his damn patrol !! Hell even Damian’s father was surprised when only Jon was there, and not you ! So used to always see you guys together more than with anyone else !

When Jon told the Batman that he was sure that you and Damian liked each other, Bruce slightly smiled and said :

-Of course they do. Don’t fret Jon, they’ll realize it one day...

Jon stopped himself from saying something about how it took years to Bruce to “realize” that he was really in love with Selina Kyle and wanted to marry her...Wasted years !

He couldn’t let his friends waste that much time when it was obvious you were so into each others...

When he told you Damian liked you, you had the same reaction than him, that’s how much alike you were ! How PERFECT you’d be together !!

And when he asked both of you why you thought the other one couldn’t like you, you said the same thing again :

-Because you idiot, he/she’s too good for me !

...Jon didn’t understand. He just couldn’t.

************

You always thought that Damian was the smartest and bravest man you’ve ever met.

He always thought you were the smartest and bravest woman he ever met.

It was always like that, and it drove Jon crazy. You both loved (he was now sure it was not just a teenage infatuation) each other for the same reason, and yet were blind to see that the other one did too ! It baffled him, how smart and yet so daft you both could be.

Jon tried everything he could. He tried to set you up on other “dates”, it ended up every time the same way. Just...”we’re friends”.

He tried to tell you outright, you wouldn’t believe him. He tried to confront you with it with both of you in the same room, but you’d just turn everything into ridicule and mock him. Act as if he was going crazy. Jon knew this was some sort of...self-defence mechanism you both had...And yet.

Jon tried everything. And he was tired. He decided to give up...at least for now.

************

-I understand my little one.

You sigh in relief, as your mother ruffle your hair lovingly, as she used to do when you were a child.

You had just told her everything, about how bothered you were by this “new Trinity” thing, and about how you wished people would recognize your father more. You were afraid to hurt her feelings...Bringing your father up was never really a good idea. And telling your mother that you were tired to be compared to her ? Maybe it wasn’t the most delicate thing to do but you couldn’t lie anymore...

You smile weakly at her, and she shakes her head. She grabs your face between her hands and say :

-(Y/N), my dearest one, please, don’t ever feel like you can’t tell me something alright ? I couldn’t always talk to my mother when I was young and...I just want you to know that I’ll always be there for you, not matter how...delicate a topic is. Ok ?

You nod shyly, which was stupid, because this was your mom ! Why were you shy with her ? A soothing kiss from her on your forehead makes you forget all your worry and, just like when you were a child, you close your eyes and dive into her arms as she opens them for you.

Her hugs were always the best. She holds you tight against her heart, and starts to sing one of those Greek lullaby you like so much...and oh you decide it’s magic, because just like that, she makes you blurt out :

-I really like Damian and I have no idea how to deal with those feelings !

You can’t see her face, but you know your mom is smiling slightly above you.

************

-You don’t know what to do with those feelings uh ? Have you ever told her ?

-God no ! What if she doesn’t like me back ?

-What if she does ?

It’s very rare, that Damian would speak so openly with his father. He wanted to talk to Dick, but his brother wasn’t around that day and...The way his dad asked him what was the matter just made him want to talk to him.

And for one of those rare time, he did. He told his dad everything about how he felt and such. He told him his doubts, how his heart beat so much around you etc etc.

-I don’t know father, I don’t know.

Bruce can’t help but smile sweetly at his son. It makes his heart swell, to talk about such trivial matters with him. As if they were a normal father and son, and not just...Them.

-Damian, my boy...What’s the worst that could happen ?

He could loose you. That’s what the worst that could happen. He could loose you and your friendship forever. By not telling he loved you, he ensured the fact that you’d always be friend, that him telling you how he felt and you not reciprocating wouldn’t make things awkward ! By acting as if you were just friends, he would make sure you’d always be around...And even if one day, you fall in love with someone else, at least he’ll still have your friendship !

-Damian, you guys have been friends since forever. Let’s imagine she doesn’t feel the same way for you...It will indeed be weird for a while, but in time, things will get back to normal. It won’t...It won’t change your friendship.

Something in his dad’s voice makes Damian flinch :

-Are you...are you talking by experience?

Bruce nods.

-Way before your birth. I thought I loved Diana. Hell, I probably really did love her, though now the feelings I have for Selina makes me realize that maybe it wasn’t love with a big “L”. What I mean by that is...I told her. And you know what ? She didn’t feel the same. Her heart was still not over Steve Trevor. And she rejected me...Are we not friends anymore ?

-...No.

-So, Damian, my boy, tell me, knowing that this won’t destroy your friendship...If you tell her how you really feel, what’s the worst that could happen ?

************

Loosing you.

That’s the worst that could happen.

Loosing you for good.

“The New Trinity” was called for what was suppose to be an easy mission...that quickly turned into a disaster.

Jon, you and Damian were fighting for your lives, waiting for the cavalry to arrive...

A trap. It was a trap.

Apokolips’ troops were waiting for you. A large amount of them. Too many to be able to fight them all, even if you were “the new Trinity”.

You were back to back, making sure you’d all protect each others’ blind side.

Back to back.

Protecting each others, being there for each others, as you always were.

But that day, Bruce’s words were floating around in Damian’s head, and the advise your mom gave you were also in yours. And you weren’t focused enough for that, you weren’t ready enough !

This was just suppose to be a reckon mission !

Jon sees it. But he can’t do anything about it.

He also sees the spear lunging towards Damian...but even though he’s fast and strong, he’s busy with his own ennemies and know he won’t be there in time to save his friend !

But you’re there...In the way...The spear hits you right in the heart.

At the same time, your parents arrive, as well as the rest of the League.

It takes a few minutes for them to annihilate Apokolips’ troop. Your mother doesn’t see you, in Damian’s arms, a spear in your heart...

Damian feels himself crying. His vision is blurry with tears, and as he looks up to Jon, he says :

-She’ll pull through right ? Right Jon ? Tell me she’ll pull through !

But Jon can’t say it. He can’t say anything. A lump is stuck in this throat. He falls down on his knees, and takes his head in his hands, not able to stop himself from sobbing...He just witnessed his best friend dying, and he wasn’t able to do anything about it ! Jon took your hand and...did you just squeeze it back ?

Damian could feel his heart slowly tearing apart, as he held your lifeless body in his arms...And all of the sudden, the words blurt out :

-No. No. No come back please, come back (Y/N). I can’t live without you. You’re my best friend. You’re my...You’re my everything. Please come back...Come back. I’ve got so much to tell you...Please...Come back. Come back. I love you (Y/N), I love you so much...I lied, I dont’ think you’re just my friend, you’re more than that to me...You’re...you’re my everything...please...

The raging battle around you all comes to an end.

Damian, face riddled with tears, looks up and is faced with your mother...

How could he ? How could he tell her that you died, sacrificing yourself to save him ? How could he ?

But your mom...She...smiles ?

-Well, if people don’t start comparing you with your father now, I don’t know when they will.

You groan. Wait...You groan ? And you move in Damian’s arms. Laboriously. It’s difficult. You cough a bit, but not blood.

Wait. Come to think of it, there’s no blood anywhere. What ?

You open one eye, then the other. Your mom smiles down at you, as well as the rest of the League. They saw how you jumped in front of your friend to save him. You can see how Bruce thanks you in silence.

And you can see Damian’s face. Tears. His confused expression, him not registering you’re not dead. A shit-eating grin spread on your face as you say :

-I’m your everything uh ? You love me uh ?

Your mom shakes her head, and say :

-Oh that’s also definitely your father. Damn that man and his sometimes a bit cruel teasing, his stupid sense of humor.

Jon looks at you and, suddenly understanding what’s going on says :

-Oh no you didn’t just do that ! I can’t believe it ! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT (Y/N) !!

You smile at him and winks, which makes you wince a bit...Sure, you were wearing your impossible to pierce armor that your grandmother gave you (a bit like Mithril in the Lord of the Rings you told her...she didn’t understand), and so the spear didn’t do any permanent damage but...man it was going to bruise !

That spear was launched with force !

Jon is on his feet already, and, throwing his arms in the air, he gives you his best : “WHAT THE FUCK ?!” facial expression. Your mother can’t help but laugh, and pat him on the back, an understanding look on her face.

Damian is still stunned. What was going on ?

And suddenly. It hits him too. Yes. The armor that can’t be pierced. It’s as if someone shot you and you were wearing a bulletproof vest. Bruised but not dead.

He ignores your teasing, the way you said : “so you love me uh ?” and takes you in his arms, holding you tight in his arms.

-Don’t ever do that to me again you idiot, don’t you dare do that again...

He says. You smile and hug him back, saying :

-Becauuuuuse...You love me ?

He doesn’t even care you’re not saying it back, as he says again :

-Yes. I love you.

You smile and answer :

-Good. Cause I love you too.

The kiss you share is a bit clumsy and shy, but it’s a good one. And when he lifts you up in his arms and helps you up on the league’s ship, you feel happier than ever.

Jon too, is happy. And oh so finally relief. It took him months for that to finally happen ! If only he knew that the only thing that would make you guys admit to each other that you were in love was a life endangering situation, he would have found a way BEFORE that...

Your mom and Damian’s father smile at each other. They couldn’t dream of a better person for their children that those two eh ?

In the ship, bundled against Damian, you realize that...Yeah, it wasn’t actually that difficult to say it. Because you love him. For real. You just love him.

As simple as that.

And he loves you and...The worst didn’t happen. He hoped the worst would never happen...He would make sure it would never happen.

Another clumsy kiss, and...yes. As simple as that.

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This is the fucking worst. I wrote this annoyed at something and couldn’t focus totally on it. Besides, there were a lot of people talking around me and such and...yeah I really couldn’t focus. I’m still posting it though, because I know myself, I won’t ever re-write it and it’ll be lost in my drafts forever, like other finished stories are (finished stories I really hate)...So I figured, since I promised a Damian story, I’ll just post it and so be it. Anyway. The End.

PS : Let’s be honest for a second, this might be erased because I feel really self-conscious about how bad it is. Like way more than usual. UH.

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