#thanks @nxxttime!

[an-all-write-life]

So I'm crazy bored right now, and decided that I was curious enough to ask: what Legend series characters would you tag your mutuals as?

Oh

Oh

Oh hohoho

Let’s see…..

@nxxttime I definitely see you as June. You’re super intuitive and great at noticing/remembering little details. Or maybe Tess, because you’re so good at helping heal people.

@avengerdragoness Day! You’re very athletic and incredibly smart. You’re also a bit of a rebel!

@mizmahlia Totally John!! You’d do anything for your family and are very protective!

@rogrsnbarnes I get Metias vibes from you. You’re very career and family oriented, and you care deeply for others and constantly look out for them!

@captain-ariel-barnes Tess! You’re smol and everyone wants to protect you, but you can also take care of yourself. You’re soft and sweet, and always wanting to help others.

@softhairbarnes Also June! You’re very detail-oriented and focused.

@crazyfreckledginger Tess! You’re sweet and always looking out for others. You enjoy helping others.

@invisibleanonymousmonsters Kaede, definitely! You’re tough as nails and take no crap from anyone. But you can also be soft with the people you love and trust.

@jason-redhood Eden!! You’re a very giving person, you help everyone before you even think of yourself. People might underestimate you, but you blow their minds when you show them what you’re capable of.

Sorry to anyone I forgot! Also, sorry if you have no idea who these characters are. 😂 Just know that they’re all wonderful people, just like all of you. And I highly recommend reading the Legend series by Marie Lu, they're amazing books.

#nxxttime #ma sis #soul sister #thank you for sending this Sep! It was super fun

[codenamed-queenie]

I have been summoned 👀👀👀 i bringeth the ice cream 🍦

#best aunt ever kids #XD #thanks @nxxttime

[aspiratinganxiety]

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Hey, guys! I know it has been an age since I updated or posted any fic. I uh... I’ve been going through a lot. 

Many of you, I’m sure, are now familiar with Omegaverse and A/B/O Dynamics. I have a deep and abiding love for this particular brand of trash, and I’ve recognized that there is a lack of it in the DC fandom. SO! Surprise, surprise! I’m coming back with Part I for a Jason A/B/O fic. 

Let me know if you want to see more of this story, and I hope you’re all doing well in this godforsaken hellscape of a year <3 

Tag List: @nxxttime , @possiblyelven , @thepuckishrogue , @jinkies-its-a-writer, @queeniepearls, @sesquipedalian-aficionado, @reinathequeenofdreems, and @dcuniverse-fanatic (If you want to be tagged, let me know! For more fics, check out my masterlist.)

Making time for a meal was often too much work for Jason. He ate on the go, eight out of ten times. The rare occasions he sat still to consume food usually involved an invitation from Alfred, like today’s debacle of a lunch. Steph was fighting with Bruce (shocker), Barbara had the flu, and Cass was diligently working one doozy of case. Her brief email rundown was more than considerate, given that she was using a satellite connection on the ass-crack of the planet in some Godforsaken jungle.

Trying to find the time to arrange a date? Ridiculous.

           “C’mon, Jay,” Dick taps his shoulder with his knuckles. “I think you’d really like her. And her brother’s in the life, so it’s not like you have to deal with the ‘secret identity’ stuff.”

           Now that was a plus, just not enough of one to lure Jason out of his malcontent. “Who’s ‘er brother?” he asks around a mouthful of sandwich, hoping to change the subject.

           “Oh, a meta-guy I worked with in Spiral.”

           The deliberate nonchalance of the eldest Robin makes Jason bristle. “Yeah,” he reiterates, tucking the massive bite into his cheek to speak more clearly. “And his name was?”

           “Not the important part,” Dick dodges again. “The important parts are that she’s an omega living in Gotham who does charity work for a living. She is also very cute! I have a picture.” At this point, he sets down the family sized bag of plain Lays (abominable) and fishes his phone out of his back pocket.

           Tim, thank Christ, decides to weigh in on the matter. “I feel like who her brother is happens to be important, considering that you specified he knows who Jason is, and by proxy the rest of us…”

           “I didn’t say that!”

“You said I wouldn’t have to keep my identity a secret, because he’s in the life. That wouldn’t be relevant unless he knew me,” Jason motions to his chest vigorously, some stray shreds of lettuce escaping his sandwich.

“That’s not what I said” Dick insists.

“It’s what you implied with what you said.” Tim points at Dick with a cheese puff, pinky aloft, then pops the snack into his mouth to state another observation. “Also, regardless of whether or not he knows Jason, he knows who you are. That means he already knows who we are, and I’d really like to have his name, Dick.”  

“Tim, shut up. This isn’t about you.”

“Let’s watch our tone, boys,” Alfred says, breezing into the kitchen with a faintly disappointed air to have found them, not only arguing, but hunched vulture-like around the kitchen island decimating what would have been decent leftovers. “Master Dick, we all know how Jason feels about match-making: much the way Master Bruce feels about it.”

Outwardly admonished, Dick says something to schmooze Alfred while he slides his phone over to Jason. Never one to deny curiosity, Jason peers down to see the girl Dick’s pestering him about. She’s a round young woman in a dirty pink T-shirt holding up a mop-head of a puppy with a big, goofy smile on her face. Her hair is windswept, she’s clearly sunburned, her front teeth have a gap between them, and she’s possibly the most adorable human being he’s ever seen in his life.

Shaking his head, Jason says, “She’s not my type.”

Unrepentant and quick to ignore the wave of wry disapproval emanating from Alfred, Dick stops mid-excuse to say, “Oh, she is so your type. Don’t lie to me.”

“She looks twelve!” Jason recoils, scrunching his face and glancing back down at the sweet girl in the photo. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

“She does not,” Dick defends himself, using his back to block Tim’s snooping look toward the screen. He double checks the picture himself, and a few moments pass. “Okay,” he shoots Jason a resentful glance while swiping forward a few times. “She looks a little young in that particular picture, but she’s in her twenties. Here! Look at this one.”

Tim to the rescue again! “Uh, I thought you said you had a picture, Dick. As in one.”

Dick doesn’t bother to dignify that with more than a muttered, “Puh-lease.” Like they weren’t all aware that folders full of images on anyone were only a few clicks away. Tim, especially.

Jason tunes out of the bickering that begins between them as Dick continues to exclude Tim, physically using his body as a barrier and failing to hold the phone steady for Jason’s eyes. She’s in a bikini top seated in a cheap plastic kiddy pool, more tanned and freckled with her hair restrained somewhat successfully in a braid that sits over her shoulder. Three massive dogs crowd around her for attention, but her eyes, amber from the angle of the sun, are staring straight at the camera. This smile is shyer; lips hiding her teeth, shoulders bent forward to bring her chest in and mask the soft rolls on her stomach brought out by her position sitting upright. She does look to be markedly older in this particular photo.

“How many damn dogs does she have?” Jason returns to his sandwich, averting his eyes and willing his voice to be dismissive.

“She works at the new shelter in East End, bruh. These aren’t her dogs.”

Damian ghosted into the kitchen at some point and posted himself behind Jason. The older brother pretends that he’s not startled to hear the kid speak. “Really? I’ve been reading good things about their practice. No-kill, good rehoming rates. Working to coordinate with other shelters and founding a spay/neuter program...” he trails off, weaseling between the two oldest brothers to have a look at Dick’s phone. “Smart advertising too. A scantily clad omega female sitting a pool with freshly groomed dogs? Good call. I bet those three have already been adopted.”

“Scantily clad?” Tim prods, doubly straining to maneuver around Dick.

Mercifully, however, this brings the picture show to an end. Dick huffs, glancing uncomfortably at Damian and tucking his phone away. Apparently, an actual twelve year old commenting on a woman’s state of dress is enough to upset his sensibilities.

Damian looks at Jason, eyes piercing and the same green as his own. He digs a hand into Dick’s bag of potato chips and says, “You should date her. She was attractive enough, and I’m sure she’s a lovely person.”

The child is unblinking as he withdraws a handful of chips and begins to eat them while starting Jason down. He half expects the little fucker to wave his free hand and pull some Jedi mind trick gag, but remembers that Damian doesn’t do pop culture humor when Tim’s in the room.

Jason drops his sandwich on the naked stone counter as though he’s discovered mold. “Well, that’s it for me,” he says, edging toward the sunroom and the side door into the gardens. “I gotta’ go.”              

#Jason Todd #Reader Insert #A/B/O Dynamics #Alpha Jason #Omega Reader #Batfam #Bat Family #DC Fanfic #My Jaybird #Shut up don't kinkshame me #Turns out I didn't die #I can still make content! #...Maybe #Ya girl is outta practice tho

[crazyfreckledginger]

Jason Todd x Reader - ”I’m Your Birthday Gift Baby ~”

After a long day, you come home to see that Jason has prepared a beautiful birthday celebration for you with many gifts, and the best of them all, himself.

A/N: This is a birthday gift for another one of my sister that I love so much, thank you for loving me and blessing me with your presence everyday baby, I love you so so much I can’t even express this, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me and I can’t thank you enough for appearing in my life when I most needed it.

Warning: smut, a little spanking as well.

Another long boring day!

That was the only thought that meandered through her brain as she closed the door behind her. Her nose scrunched up when she sniffed a peculiar scent.

Her eyebrows knitted together as she discarded a few of her clothes and moved to the kitchen. She couldn’t help a sudden uneasiness, something felt off.

“Hey baby,” she felt hands grasp her arms and pull her to the figure. The girl released a small, surprised squeak as the man carried her towards the bathroom.

“Jason,” her grip was tight on his shoulders as he set her down, pushing her lightly against the wall.

“What’s-” he interrupted her, swiftly engulfing her lips in a passionate kiss. Humming in the kiss, his muscular arm slid tighter around her waist to keep her flush against him.

His hand desperately caressed her cheek, he didn’t realised how much he missed her today, it might have been the anxiousness he felt upon waiting for her arrival, hoping she would like his present.

Wait, of course she would, she always has.

He smirked in the kiss, parting from it to stare gently into her eyes. (Y/N) blushed upon seeing the soft gaze he held in his.

“I miss you,” he confessed, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb.

“I missed you too,” she nuzzled his hand, her cheeks flushed slightly as she gazed upon his naked figure in a towel.

“Do you like it?” he moved to her side to give her a better view of the bedroom for the first time since she came back, the room was completely candle-lit with small gifts scattered everywhere, subtly.

A small gasp escaped her lips as she stared in awe at the bedroom.

“Oh, baby,” she cooed, “I love it,” her eyes stayed peeled on the beautiful decorations. His fingers touched her jaw before pulling it to him again, kissing her fiercely.

“Mmh,” the girl hummed, grasping his hips and tugged him closer. One of his arms gently shook her top off as the other leaned against the wall, engaging her in between the surface and his broad body. His legs trapped hers by staying in between them. His lips travelled down to her neck, where they sucked her skin softly, releasing yet another content hum from the girl.

Her hands caressed his chest, feeling how moist it was.

“H-how long ago did you shower,” she mustered the words as he sucked on her sweet spot.

“An hour or so ago,” he murmured against her.

“N-no clothes?” her cheeks flushed. The girl felt a grin tear on his face.

“No, because I have the best gift of all for you,”

“Which is…?”

“Me! I’m your birthday gift baby,” he smiled smugly, pointing to himself.

“You are so full of yourself,” she snorted, pulling him close as his tongue licked her chin.

“Only for you doll,” Jason chuckled before his playful tone washed away, “but I know you don’t like big celebrations for you, so I did this -- but I’m still taking you out for a nice relaxing day together,” he trailed a few kisses along her shoulder before kissing down her collarbone.

“Okay,” she whispered, “b-but if you showered an hour ago, how come you’re still wet?” (Y/N) gasped softly, feeling his fingers slip at the hem of her trousers and pushing it down until it felt to the floor. Jerking up, the girl bit her lip as she felt his warm hand trail up her leg, a huge grin on his face.

“The better question is, how are you already wet hmm?” his fingertips teased her panties as a low husky chuckle reverberated in his throat.

Her cheeks burned as she attempted to swallow a particularly large lump in her throat.

Content with the lack of response, Jason peeled the rest of her clothes off and left her in her undergarments. His teeth nibbled at a sensitive spot as his hands clasped around the back of her thighs and lifted her up in his arms. The girl hummed softly, holding onto her boyfriend’s shoulders and letting herself be carried to the bed.

“Mmh,” Jason grunted against her, grinding softly against her inner thighs.

“J-Jay,” she held tightly on his shoulder like her life depended on it, feeling his thigh move teasingly towards her heat. Relaxing under him, her eyes fluttered closed, letting him take control.

“Mmh, you’re so hot,” he murmured, kissing up her leg. She bit her lip shyly, slowly opening her eyes to look at him. (Y/N) felt something in her gut, something exciting as she locked eyes with him. His fingertips caressed her legs, sending a cold shiver up her spine. His trail of wet kisses stopped on her inner thigh before he pulled away with a smirk.

“You’re so beautifully shyness right now,” Jason chuckled as he crawled back up to kiss her deeply, “get on all fours for me,” the small order made her bite her lip as she did as she was told. Todd’s fingers caressed her lower back, gracefully stripping her underwear off. He helped her remove it before discarding it somewhere in the room. His lips latched onto her bare ass as he pulled it to the edge of the bed.

“Mmh,” he licking and sucked a hickey on her cheek.

“J-Jason,” she whimpered, “p-please,” she grinded against his face. Smirking, he stood back up straight, kneading and squeezing her ass cheeks. He flicked her rear and crawled on the bed as she moved up to give him some space.

“Do you like your birthday present?” he chuckled smugly, rubbing his tip against her pussy lips.

“Y-yes,” she blushed, biting her lip impatiently.

“Good, I knew you would,”

That handsome asshole was so proud of himself, damn.

His hips jerked into hers as his whole length slid swiftly fully into her. The girl released a loud moan as he grunted.

“You’re so warm doll,” he praised, already setting a rough pace as he gripped her hips.

“Aah-” she whined, fisting the sheets and grinding against him.

“Fuck this is one of my favourite views,” he smirked, thrusting his entire length inside the girl. His hands helped him go deeply as he pulled the girl’s ass to him from each thrust.

A stream of delicious moans escaped the girl’s throat as Jason’s pace increased drastically. He wasn’t sure who was whose gift anymore, he needed her so badly and now that he can have her, he’s going to savour her whole body, the way he wants her.

“I love how tight your pussy is around my cock doll,” he growled in between thrusts, smirking as she released a small whimper. His fingers trailed down to massage her clit, humming in satisfaction at how her lube was coating him.

Her head shot back in pleasure before he pulled her head up to draw her against him. Her back was against his chest. Jason’s hand went to grip her neck and keep her intimately close to his skin.

“J-Jay,” she moaned, feeling him thrust his length ball deep inside of her juicy cunt.

“Mmh, you’re so close,” he hummed, feeling her clench around him. Her ass smacked against his lower stomach as he tilted her head back to kiss her deeply.

The sound of slapping skin, rocking bed, moans and groans would sure be heard from any of the neighbours if they haven’t moved out already.

(Y/N) pulled away from the kiss. She couldn’t control her moans as she jerked up from every one of Jason’s thrusts, feeling herself clench more and more. The vicious assault of her boyfriend’s fingers on her clit wasn’t helping either. Red Hood found it increasingly difficult to push himself inside of her as her cunt squeezed him tightly. Letting her go, he stopped momentarily to flip her onto her back.

His pace started up again, her legs locked around her waist as he intertwined both her hands with his and pinned them above her head.  He groaned loudly, pounding mercilessly into her dripping heat, finding it easier to access her sweet spots in this position.

The breathtaking view of the girl being fucked so nicely by his shaft made him chuckle lowly.

“Fucking hell you’re so beautiful,” he moaned as her legs slowly lost their grip around his waist. They remained midair, unable to move due to the intense knot that was about to burst inside of her.

“Jason, oh my god!” She cried out, squirming and jerking up uncontrollably, he cursed, finding her features inexplicably hot. Groaning loudly as her pussy sucked on him, he maintained his rhythm and bit his lip, watching the girl mewling his name like it was the only thing she knew how to say. Suddenly, she grew quiet, releasing a silent moan as she cummed around his shaft.

“F-fuck,” she breathed out, holding onto him as he desperately chased his own end. His forehead dipped down to meet hers. He twitched inside of her and finding himself soon release his seed deep inside of her as the movement of her breasts against his thrusts sent him over the edge.

“Shit,” he cursed, nearly losing his balance as he pulled out of her and laid beside her.

“I love you,” she whispered as he pulled her in his embrace. Pecking her cheekbone, he smiled.

“I love you too baby, but catch your breath, there is still a long night ahead of us,” he nodded to the bathroom. Knowing him, they were probably going to have another round in the shower when ‘cleaning up’.

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Happy Birthday @nxxttime !!!! Thank you for being such an awesome friend and blessing us all with your amazing writing!!! ILY!!

I hope you have an incredible day because you deserve it!

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[prettylittlebrownskingyal]

Cakes for Every Occasion 💫

{Gen. Batfamily Fic.}

Happy Birthday, Sep!! @nxxttime I've only been your mom for a month but if anything ever happened to you, I would kill everyone on this site and then myself 💗💗💗 Here's some silly bat-people baking a cake for Tim since I can't bake one for you!!

“What exactly are you doing?”

Damian leans over the once pristine granite countertop to watch Stephanie fiddle with a measuring cup and a bag of baking flour. The entire area surrounding her is akin to a baking war zone; flour and egg shells combine in a mixture of white powder and yellow clumps across the counter, leaking onto the floor and escaping across the room in a trail of footsteps that lead to the fridge and back. As this is her third attempt at….whatever she’s been trying to accomplish, Damian takes pity on her. She’s going to have to face the wrath of Pennyworth for destroying his kitchen.

“We— ” Brown says, wholly confident in her words. “ — are baking Tim a cake.”

“Right.” Damian nods, catches himself and stops. He cocks his head to the side. “Why are we doing that? What did he do to deserve cake?”

Steph pauses in her struggle to get a whisk through the lumpy mixture in the bowl she holds, swearing crudely under her breath. “It’s a “congrats you lived cake,” because he almost died yesterday and we’re glad he didn’t”

“Well, I don’t know about you but I could—”

“No, you can’t. Don’t spew that shit to me, babybat. You were the first one at his side when he went down.”

“No. I wasn’t-”

She remains irritatingly sure, hands at her hips and lips pulled into a smirk. “Yes. You were. You yelled at me to get out of the way. And then you yelled at Alfred for not letting you see him. And then at Bruce for telling you to calm yourself.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.” Damian watches her crack an egg into the bowl, cringing as she lets a few more bits of shell fall in.

“It means somewhere deep, deep down inside that demon body. Real deep. You have a heart,” she points her whisk at him. “And in that heart, you love and care for your big brothers. Enough to never want to see harm come to them.”

“If I did, would I be letting you bake something that could potentially give Drake salmonella poisoning?”

She snorts. “Oh, you aren’t actually going to let me cook this. I was just waiting for you to get annoyed enough to do it for me.”

He fixes her with a scowl, a perfect imitation of his father’s clenched jaw and cold, shark eyes. Still, she’s unfazed, remaining jubilant with a wicked grin attached to her features. He slides across granite into the kitchen, scooping a handful of her dreadful flour/eggs mixture and lobbing it into her face before she can protest.

“Clear this up. Get me fresh ingredients and do it quickly.” He snaps his fingers, “Oh and Brown….you have something on your face. Right….there.”

He leaves her fuming amidst her culinary disasters and wanders off to his room. Damian doesn’t flounder in the face of Brown's irresponsibility and neither is he about to let her make assumptions about him and win. He conjures up his plan quickly, one that’s subtle enough for Drake’s liking and still bougie enough to fulfil Stephanie’s celebratory inclination.

Luckily for him, Jason answers on the second ring.

“Demon.”

“Death-breath.”

Jason’s voice is thick with sleep, but it brims with more concern than annoyance. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re baking a cake for Timothy. Brown—”

“Wait, Steph’s baking?"

"....yes."

"Don’t even let her near the oven, I’ll be there in fifteen!”

Todd makes good on his word and arrives quickly, apron in hand and a stern gait ready for Stephanie's pleading pout.

They decide on a black tea cake with honey buttercream icing because Jason remembers Tim cramming down a tray of cupcakes in those flavours at a gala a few weeks back. Preparation is relatively easy with him around to delegate and Damian makes his best effort to not pick fights with either of them.

Or at least start as little fights as possible.

He just tries his best not to commit murder, how about that?

Jason carries most of the heavy work while Damian is given the smaller, intricate tasks. Steph gets to mix things, which brings her immense satisfaction for some reason.

They're just about ready to place two separate cake pans into the oven when Alfred waltzes in. He stops in the doorway, walks out and then back in again.

"I was quite sure my eyes were deceiving me for a moment." He intones, "How astonishing to find the three of you in one room doing something productive rather than choking the daylights out of each other."

"We can be nice when we want to, Al."

"Yes, Master Jason, it appears you can. Shall I bother to offer my assistance or can I trust that you have this under control?"

Steph drops a handful of dishes into the sink with a startling clatter that draws a glare from Jason. She waves a hand in Pennyworth's direction, "We've got this."

"Considering that you're involved, Miss Brown, I think it would be wise to place Master Damian in charge of this venture."

Which is to say, he's making it Damian's responsibility to ensure that Brown doesn't blow up the kitchen. Again.

Damian huffs. "Funny you assume that I wasn't already spearheading this."

Alfred clucks his tongue and leaves them be after he watches Jason place the cakes into the oven with careful concern.

The buttercream proves easier work than the cake. While Todd and Brown argue over measurements, Damian rolls out bits of fondant to make a miniature version of Red Robin. It's tacky and sticky at first, but eventually he gets the hang of it. Cutting and shaping to his liking until he has a refined figure of his brother's subset Robin costume laid out before him.

"Hold the bag still."

Brown tuts, shaking the piping bag a bit to prove her point as Jason scoops in the smooth frosting mixture. "I am holding the bag still."  

"You know," Jason begins, a tiny smile pulling up at the corners of his mouth. "The icing is my favourite thing."

"Really?......I'd have to say pyjamas for mine."

Damian snorts violently. He's joined shortly after by Jason's barking laughter.

"What?" Steph cries, affronted. "What's so funny?"

"I meant icing is my favourite thing about baking. Not my favourite thing in the whole world."

"You really are a spectacle when you're running on little sleep, Brown."

"Fu— "

"What are you guys doing?"

Tim captures their attention from the staircase. He's groggy eyed and limping. The bruises across his face are still so fresh that it makes anger burn in Damian's stomach.

Stephanie reaches him first, takes him by the arm and gently helps him down the last few stairs. She's wearing her best grin, all dimples and sugary sweetness.

"We're making you a cake!" She informs him.

Jason sets the full piping bag into a large cup before surveying Tim. He's wearing just a hint of amusement as he adds, "A 'congrats you didn't die cake,' to be specific."

Tim's face does something funny. He gapes his mouth open and closed like a goldfish for a solid minute, enough time for Brown to cycle through all seven stages of grief with her eyebrows.

When he speaks again, his voice is a broken whisper. "You guys….you didn't….I can't believe you. I don't know what to say."

"Where are your manners, Drake? Say 'thank you' at least."

"Thanks, Dames." He grins, winces at the pain that comes from jostling his bruises. "Oh, hey. Is that me?"

Damian steps back from his tray to let Tim survey his handiwork. A surge of pride sparks in his chest at his brother's clear surprise, it almost makes him feel a little closer to normal. As though they were a regular family, as though they weren't waging war against the world's darkness in their spare hours.

Trapped in his thoughts, he finds himself being shaken to consciousness by crushing hug. Tim's all knobbly bones and awkward hands that make him feel impossibly small. But it's nice, even though he would never admit it.

"Get off me you big lug!"

"I actually can't believe you guys did this. For me. I really can't."

"It was Brown's idea."

"Yeah but, Jason and Damian did all the heavy lifting. I'm just here to take credit and wreak havoc."

Jason laughs, throwing an arm around her. "So basically what you're always here to do."

"Exactly."

They end up eating the cake warm out of the pans, using spoons to scrap the icing out the piping bag. Bruce finds them a cake and half in, offers them a distracted grunt before stealing a tablespoon of sugary buttercream before slinking away.

"I'm never eating this," Tim promises Damian as he pulls his fondant figure towards him, snapping a few quick pictures. "I'm going to save it forever and everytime you're mean to me, I'll remember this and be ok."

"See, this is why I rarely do anything nice for you."

#nxxttime deserves all the cake #yes i posted this early i couldn't resist #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #batfamily fanfiction #batfam #fic #not an imagine

[mizmahlia]

Fic Recs for my sis

I’m sure a lot of you know who @nxxttime is. She’s one of my Tumblr sisters and is a really talented writer. I haven’t been around as much lately for several reasons, but I want to celebrate my little sister because I’m really proud of her. I haven’t been able to reblog everything I wanted to, so this is my attempt to make up for that.

Here are a few of my recent favs of hers and I encourage you to go check out her stuff!

Tim Drake prompt - A sappy, sentimental moment between Tim and Bruce after Bruce checks on him only to find him hurt, you can tell how much Sep adores Tim in the way she writes him. And considering her penchant for angst, this could have gone much differently.  😉

Tim & Damian prompt - This one had some pretty heavy subject matter (depression and talk of suicide), and it was handled so, so well. We’re all aware Tim’s struggled with his own mental health, but seeing him help someone else going through what he has was incredibly moving. (Not to mention it’s a very realistic portrayal.) 

And the fact Damian is so concerned about him, seeing how much they care about each other? Ugh. GIVE ME MORE OF THAT, PLEASE. 

Fever/Exhaustion Jason prompt - Angst and a cliffhanger involving a Batboy. It’s Sep’s bread and butter. 😃 She’s got such a knack for writing something short that’s both a complete story, and leaves you wanting more.

Jason stops by to check on Dick - Jason checks in on Dick, sees he isn’t taking care of himself, and delivers TLC in a way only Jason can: F-bombs, genuine concern disguised as annoyance, and knowing exactly what to do to help. Her Jason feels so much like canon it’s amazing.

Batfam vs Justice League fic - A really unique concept, the Justice League steps in to arrest the Red Hood and when the BatFam finds out? Ooooooh, there’s gonna be hell to pay. I LOVED this idea and as the fic ends, I had chills when Cass told the entire JL “You don’t mess with the Bat.”

MIC EFFING DROP.

Tim’s white hair - Jason’s no longer the only one with white hair because of a Lazarus Pit, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. The way Sep writes interactions between Tim and Jason is among my favorites, and I only wish I could write them this way. 

Tim & Bruce watching the sunrise - I’m not crying tears of pure joy and happiness, you are. 

Injustice Bruce & Jason - Ah, angst of the highest caliber. Bruce has lost almost all of his family in the Injustice!verse, and Jason is the only one left. You can about imagine how the conversation goes when Sep’s behind the wheel, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thanks for sharing your talents with us, Kiddo. 

#fic rec #BatFam #BatFamily #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne

[angstytodd-inactive]

Runaways

Request: 80 with dick wally please for the love of god......... id die for you

“Let’s run away together”

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Wally West

Word Count: 1,224

Warnings:  Panic attack mentioned, slightly described dead bodies

Recognized.  Nightwing B01

     Dick’s hands shook with fervor as he stepped off the elevator.  The second he stepped off he felt eyes drawn to him, some judging, and others sympathetic.  He walked towards the medbay, thankful that his teammates allowed him through the entrance without any problems.  As Dick walked further into the hall he couldn’t help but think about the fight that took place just hours before.  

     He couldn’t help but imagine the crumbled buildings, flipped cars, and worst of all, the innocent people caught in the crossfire, their bloodied bodies strewn around the streets, bent at angles that shouldn’t even be possible.  Dick leaned against the wall, fists clenched all while attempting to take deep breaths to calm himself.  Now was not the time to think about that.  Not when one of his closest friends was injured.  

     Voices from further down the hall confirmed that he was almost at his destination.  The words weren’t clear enough to hear the whole sentence, but he was able to make out a few words.  Critical condition.  Blood loss.  Induced coma.  

     As soon as Dick heard the last words he sprinted to the room as fast as he could, but before he could make it he felt a body slam into his.  Donna’s body, to be specific.  The fall to the floor forced a gasp of air out of his lungs.  Donna’s hands came into view and she grabbed him by the front of his suit; but Instead of dropping him to the ground, she lifted him and dangled him in the air, allowing him to get a good look at her.  

     Dried tears were all over her cheeks and her eyes were wide, in a flurry of emotions.  Frustration, fear, distress, and most of all, anger.  And it was all directed at him.  She spoke with a snarl,

     “This is all your fault Dick!”  His lowered his head in guilt.  Of course it was his fault.  There was no doubt about it, but why couldn’t he say it.  When he didn’t say anything, Donna took his body and pushed Dick against the window.  “Look at him,” she growled.  “Look what you did to Roy.”

     Dick forced his gaze to look into the room.  There on the bed laid Roy, with an abundance of different wires and tubes coming from his body.  At the sight of all the bruises forming, Dick willed himself to look away from his friend.  Without warning, Donna dropped him to the floor and walked away without a word.  And as much as the sudden drop hurt, he didn't say anything, because he knew he deserved it.  If Roy had to go through all that pain, the most Dick could do was take a small fall.  

     God what have I done, he asked himself.  All Dick could think about what Roy’s body looked like before they got back to the tower.  The way it was crushed under all the rubble and how lifeless he had looked before they had gotten to him.  Dick felt a panic attack coming on, but he didn’t do anything to stop it.  His heart pounded in his chest and he could hear the blood pounding in his ears.  He felt his throat begin to close up, forcing his breaths to become short but labored.  An overwhelming sense of dread took over his body and he couldn’t even think clear enough to call out for someone.

     Before he could even process the figure in front of him, Dick was lifted and carried into his room.  The air around him lashed and stung his cheeks and it moved too fast for him to get a clear breath.  When he was set down on his bed, a pair of hands grabbed onto his arms and steadied him.  A voice called out.  

     “Dick can you hear me?” it asked.  Dick clutched the hand holding his arm to show some sort of recognition.  “Good job babe, I need you to calm down.  Can you do that for me?”  Wally’s here he thought.  Dick clenched his eyes and leaned his head against his lover.  He began to take deep breaths, holding them in for a few seconds to calm his breathing.  It was working.  

     When his breathing settled, Dick opened his eyes to look at his boyfriend.  In front of him crouched Wally, with worry lines etched into his skin, no doubt, caused by him.  “Are you okay?” he asked.  Dick bit his lip and nodded.  

     “I’m fine,” he croaked.  Dick knew Wally didn’t believe him, but he silently made thanks when Wally didn’t call him out on it.  He slouched forward and placed his head into the crook of Wally’s neck.  “I’m just so tired of this,” he said.  “I’m tired of always watching people get hurt, and I know this time isn’t any different, but-” a sob made its way out of Dick’s throat.  

     He felt as Wally’s hand came to brush it’s way through his hair.  Dick took a shaky breath and forced himself to continue.  “But Roy got hurt and it’s so bad this time, and I don’t, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”  Wally’s hand stopped briefly at Dick’s words but they started again when he felt Dick’s body shake.  

     Wally pulled himself away from Dick’s body and forced the man below him to look up.  Slowly, Wally’s hands moved down to cup Dick’s jaw gingerly.  Dick watched as hesitation presented itself on his boyfriend’s face.  The red head pursed his lips and spoke quietly.  

     “What if we left this.  The vigilante stuff I mean.”  Wally stopped before rambling on.  “It wouldn’t be permanent unless you wanted it to be and you could totally come back whenever you wanted.”  Dick noticed how Wally only said you instead of we, but he didn’t think too much into it.  

     “What about the team? We can’t just leave them like this Walls.”  As much as Dick wanted a break, now was not exactly the time for that.  His blue eyes met Wally’s pleading ones, focusing in on how the light gave off the pain in Wally’s eyes.  Pain no doubt, caused by being a hero.  And in that second, Dick made up his mind.  Wally deserved a break from the life, and there was no way Dick would say no.  Not when he knew it would stop Wally from leaving.  “We’d have to tell the team and give them some time to figure out how to deal with our leave,”

     Wally glanced at him with a knowing glint.  His lips quirked into a small smile as he waited for Dick to finish.

     “But let’s run away together.  A fresh start away from all of this, for both of us.”  Wally came in and kissed Dick.  Slowly, Dick melted into the kiss and placed his hand on the back of Wally’s neck to steady him.  He knew it would be a challenge to get into normalcy, but what was the struggle if it meant he could make Wally happy.

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[rosevered]

Motivation monday

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Thank you for your wonderful fics and art! You mean much to me 💕

[cdelphiki]

Tagged by @nxxttime​, @loserforbatfam​, and @rayesimp​.  Thanks for tagging me, guys!  :D

relationship status: single

favorite color: Blue!

top three ships: Batcat, Clois and uhhhh I dunno.  Tim & Steph was cute in the latest Young Justice, but like I’m more of a “meh” kind of person when it comes to Tim & anyone.  Um.  OH!  I wanted Katniss to be with Gale.  So there.  That’s three.

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

last song: “Million Dreams” from the Greatest Showman

last movie: Avengers: Endgame

spell out your name with songs: oh what why.  Ummmm okay I'll pick the first on my iTunes from each letter 😂

“Cabinet Battle #1″ from Hamilton

“Aaron Burr, Sir” from Hamilton.... maybe I should have like clicked random or something instead. I swear I have a TON more music than just Hamilton on my iTunes lmao

“I am” by Mark Schultz

“Take a Break” ....... from..... Hamilton.  

Look at this. There are tons and tons of songs for “T” and yet three of my four letters were from freaking Hamilton.  Although with that playcount........ ha.  Guess it’s apt. Only Newsies beats it.

Tagging: I don’t want to tag.  I’ve done so much socializing today I’m like drained and tagging is scary so I’m gonna skip this step.  Hehe 

[an-all-write-life]

B, C, F, G, H, I, K, L, N (hmu if you need me sis 👀👀👀) , O, P, R, S, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z :D

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

I don’t think so. At least not off the top of my head lol

C: What member do you identify with most?

Dick. Definitely Dick.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Depends on the idea I have in mind. Lately I’ve been writing the scenes out of order because there’s one that I really want to write.

H: How would you describe your style?

Mediocre? 😂

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Well, I’m no Sep, but probably Memories Don’t Fade or Later, Alligator.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Once or twice, then I let it sit for a few days to let it simmer in my brain.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I would kill for something fluffy right now. Like, gives-you-a-cavity-it’s-so-sweet fluffy.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

Plot, usually.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I’d say I’m a mix of both? I start with a vague plan of how I want a story to go, but it tends to evolve along the way.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Definitely @mizmahlia and @nxxttime! Cassandra Clare too.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I live for slow burns and anything angsty.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

 @avengerdragoness, because Jules was one of the first fic writers I discovered and her writing never fails to blow me away!

@mizmahlia because she puts things so eloquently! A sense of calm comes over me when I read her stuff.

@captain-ariel-barnes because she always plans things out so carefully? She literally links her stories back to the beginning like a giant circle and it blows me away every single time.

Of course, there are a bunch of other fic writers I love, these are just the ones off the top of my head. ^_^

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I’m not really sure??

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I like a mix of both, but I tend to lean towards general.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Bucky.

Y: A character you want to protect.

Bucky.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Major character death is my kryptonite, mm-kay? 11/10 times I will read it. As long as the death is justified and not just for shock factor, I’ll take it all.

#nxxttime #ma sis #thank you so much for sending these SepSep! #you have no idea how much I needed it

[codenamed-queenie]

HC for @nxxttime : 

Stephanie Brown is the only one of Bruce’s kids who can solve a Rubiks Cube in under ten seconds. In fact, it takes the others a few hours at the very least. And so, you can only imagine how affronted they are when Cass (the designated mixer-upper) hands Steph the mixed up puzzle, and she makes a few quick turns before plunking it down on the table with a smug smirk.

And, see, Dick and Jason don’t much care past their own wounded pride. So, the girl can solve a puzzle with blinding speed? Who cares? (”Rubiks Cubes are stupid anyway.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever you gotta tell yourself, Jay.”) But Tim and Damian?

Oh, no. For them, it is a matter of honor. 

Damian must be the best at everything. And the idea of being unable to solve any sort of puzzle grates on Tim like a nail-file on a chalkboard. The both of them spend hours upon hours practicing and researching, and timing each other’s attempts. They even go to Riddler a few times, asking him for tips and tricks (a fact they’ll deny to their graves). It becomes an obsession.

And Steph watches from the sidelines with supreme satisfaction. 

“Want any pointers, boys?”

“We’re fine, thanks.”

Eventually though, they get their time down to about five to ten minutes, give or take. But, to this day, Stephanie remains the undefeated champion--a fact that she never ever lets them forget.

#batfam #dc #batfamily headcanons #batkids #spoiler #stephanie brown #damian wayne #robin #tim drake #red robin #rubiks cubes are hard #steph gets it from her dad #@nxxttime #hope this cured your boredom!

[aspiratinganxiety]

Best Friends (bonus childhood best friends) and Damian? if this is the kinda of ask you’re looking for lmao

It totally is the kind of ask I’m looking for! Thank you for this!!!

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“Well, don’t be upset!” you laugh at him; a blustery, dismissive sound. “I’m only curious.” 

Damian stares at you, unsure and inexplicably unable to react. 

He knows that his face is stretched into a cartoonish expression of disbelief. His eyes have gone so wide that the cool morning air in the sunroom stings them, and he can feel a disgusted curl lifting his left nostril. He’s not sure what his mouth is doing. 

Safe to assume it’s not a flattering articulation...  

You’ve never asked him something like that before. 

The two of you don’t ask each other things like that! 

Rather, he never expected that one or the other of you would engage such a baser form of conversation. Certainly not before 7 am.  

What-ifs and body preferences are not safely discussed by teenagers who respectively portray the genders that most attract the other. Regardless of the plutonic connection, more often than not it leads to misunderstandings and uncomfortable confusion for all parties.

This much about interacting with female companions his age, he knows. 

You tut at him, a show of superior composure while he continues to flounder. “I just wondered, Damian, that’s all. You don’t have to answer if you don’t wan-”

“Why were you wondering about that?” he interjects. “And what possessed you to ask me about it over breakfast?” 

Taking a graceful sip of your coffee, which always contains a blasphemous amount of milk, in Damian’s opinion, you shrug. “We’ve been friends since middle school, Damian. I didn’t think that there was a question I couldn’t ask you.” Your point is emphasized with a little shake of your head. “I mean, think about it: I sleep without a bra on at your house. Your mother’s kidnapped me. We’ve changed our clothes in front of each other.”

“Oh, one time!” Damian rolls his eyes. “We had very little say in the matter, as I recall.”

 “The kidnapping or the being naked?” you ask with a wry quirk of your brow.  

“Both!” he answers, squinting and pointing his finger at you with deep accusation. “Either. It works for both.” 

“Look,” you chuckle, raising your palms in surrender. “You held up a blanket to hide me while I peed off of a road in some godforsaken stretch of Kansas. I didn’t realize that asking you if you liked bigger boobs was off-limits.” 

Damian internally cringes so profoundly that he is, again, struck silent. You manage to contentedly eat half of your blueberry muffin before he asks once more, “But why? Why would you do this?”

It’s your turn to squint. “I dunno’ if I should say. You’re being weird, and I don’t want to upset you anymore.”

“I'm not upset!” he crows, only sparing a panicked, sidelong glance to be sure that his raised voice didn’t pique the interest of anyone a few yards away in the kitchen. 

“Oh-key.” Your voice is mocking, low and croaky in an obvious jab to the credibility of his statement. 

He hisses across the table, “Tell me why you want to know, and I’ll tell you.” 

“Promise?” you press, not lowering your tone to match his whisper. “Give me your word that you won’t get all awkward and huffy?” 

He debates this request, soothed to see the blurred figure of Pennyworth leave the kitchen from your side of the glass dividing wall. He settles his full attention on you once more, a stern expression having taken hold of his face. 

“You have my word,” he pouts. 

It is your turn to shift uncomfortably. You break eye contact and flick some lingering crumbs from your fingertips. You sniff and take another drink of your coffee. 

A larger drink. 

One might even call it a gulp... 

“I ser-woo-lucking,” you mumble into your mug, still not meeting his eye. 

Damian leans toward you with enough violence to lift him out of his chair and balance his weight on the heels of his hands while he stoops over the table. It is an unintentionally imposing posture, but his frustration has well gotten the better of him at this point. 

“What did you just say to me?” he demands.

You wince, setting your cup back in place and straightening your spine. You clear your throat, actively ignoring the heat that rises in your face and the sweat you feel prickling your palms in spite of the hot mug’s absence. 

“I saw you looking,” you repeat conversationally, staring him dead in the eye. “I saw you looking at me last night after I changed into my pajamas. You were staring.” 

You cannot tell if Damian heard you. His facial expression stagnated somewhere between horror and disassociative vacancy. His eyes are open, but it’s pretty clear that he’s no longer home.

Regardless, the words continue to tumble out of your mouth. All you can do is try to keep them from sounding accusatory or, God forbid, insecure. 

“I mean, it’s fine. I’m not upset. It didn’t weird me out or anything. Sometimes I stare too.” Your hands fall over your chest. “These haven’t always been there. We both know this. Like, not even last summer. You had bigger boobs than I did, then mine got weirdly big, which is normal for women in my family, by the way. You’ve seen my mother and my aunts and...” 

You catch yourself rambling parts of the conversations you’d been having with said mother and aunts about growing pains and the like. 

You pump the brake on that, deciding that now is not the time to attempt that particular brand of communication. Redirecting your initial statement and finishing out your train of thought, you declare, “Listen, you were staring, which is fine, and it made me wonder, and so I asked.” 

Damian found his seat again during your lecture. While nothing in this world could offer him comfort after having been so thoroughly called out, he figured he could at least have the decency to refrain from denouncing his less than savory attention to the changes your physicality had seen recently. 

The quiet stretches between you for a moment. Damian does not want to let this arduous conversation draw out a second more, but it takes him some time to compose his answer. Even still, it is a woeful assault on his usually unabashed demeanor.  

“I like your- I mean that I find myself preferring...rather.... you have-” He swallows thickly, and does not look toward your person whatsoever. “You have pleasing proportions. I did not mean to stare. It hadn’t occurred to me before, and then I saw... and I kept looking.” 

You snort. He expects backlash or a reprimand of some kind. Perhaps even mockery. He feels like he ought to be mocked. 

Instead, you reach out and pat his shoulder. 

“Dude,” you say, huffing a relieved breath. “I already told you I wasn’t mad. You were curious, and then I got curious. Again... not grossed out. I don’t feel like you were creeping on me.”

“I wasn’t!” he involuntarily insists.

“Right,” you agree with wholehearted reassurance. 

Damian nods, realizing that he will never, ever manage to look toward you without this twist in his stomach ever again. 

#puberty is so uncomfortable for everybody tho #Damian Wayne #Robin #Damian Wayne x Reader #Robin x Reader #Batfam fanfiction #Batfam #DC Comics #DC fanfic #Anonymous

[crazyfreckledginger]

Hello! Pretty please, would you do letters F, I, K, L, Q from the NSFW Alphabet for Doctor Strange? Thank you!

A/N: Hope you like it! 

Warning: smut

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything where he can see your face, he finds it a huge turn on, if he can see your ass or breasts, that’s great as well but face is a must.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s really intimate when he wants or needs to, he’s extremely serious when it comes to keeping things professional so if he’s feeling like he wants to do something adventurous, as in, somewhere not so romantic, it would not be during work hours.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He likes being called ‘Doctor’, you brought it up but he doesn’t turn it down, he would not admit how much he likes it. 

Stephen also has a spanking kink, he loves making your ass red and hearing your whimpers because of him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’s really romantic, so it’s going to be in your bedroom, bathroom etc, but if he gets a little while, he’d take you against the walls or surfaces of the apartment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t really like quickies, mainly because he wants to savour you fully and for as long as he needs. Sometimes, however, he really just needs a release so it can become in useful. 

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[rayewriting]

Rescue and Repair/ IRY(INFY) Pt. 2

Fandom: Batman

Sequel to “I Remember You (I Never Forgot You)”

Shout out to @nxxttime for the help!

WARNING: SOME GRAPHIC INJURY DETAILS (blood, whipping, and undetailed abuse)

Qalbi means “my heart” and Ekhwah means "older brother" in Arabic and Chikno means "son" in Romany (at least that’s what I found online!)  If I am wrong about the translations- PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! I am not meaning to offend anyone, just trying to tie in Damian's and Dick heritage!

Dear Damian,

I have missed you so much, it’s been so long since I have last seen you. We have been planning quietly since Richard received your letter two days ago, and I can’t thank you enough for saving our family’s lives. Just imagining Mar’i going through all the pain of the nanobot could inflict, makes my heart drop and my mind fuzzy. But the price of being saved, of saving Richard and Mar’i, was so high and I am so sorry that you were the one who had to pay it.

Richard and I taught Mar’i how to say your title the other day (Ekhwah, correct?).

Forever Grateful and Missing You,

Kor’iander Grayson

 “Baba!”

Damian shouts as he startles out of a dream, one where Damian and his Baba were playing video games, till Kor’iander walks in with his Qalbi- and suddenly all three of them are on the floor convulsing, crying out in pain, and Damian doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t— Damian wakes up in his dark cell, tears running down his cheeks until he has no more left to cry, and feels empty- hollowed out.

A few hours later the door opens and Damian sees a servant with a tray- most likely his breakfast or spares medical supplies- and begins to talk to him, “Your mother wanted to know if you had changed your mind?” Damian just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the servant, not having spoken to anyone here since the time he arrived all those weeks ago. Or has it been a year? After his bath in the Lazarus Pit he lost track of time.

But every morning, every single morning, with his breakfast the servant asks the same question, and every time Damian shakes his head, refusing to accept this position- or any position- within the League.  The servant drops the tray inside his cells, a slice of bread, few pieces of fruit, and a small container of water, then leaves him alone. Damian knows he has very few minutes to eat his breakfast, so he quickly wolfs down his meager meal and prepares himself for more torture. He hears the door slam open again, but instead of a servant; it is a few guards.

He sighs, familiar with the abuse; the abuse Talia and Ras call training.

Soon he is led out to the training arena and is tied to a wooden post that is surrounded by dry blood, and he can’t remember—remember if it was his blood or some other poor soul’s. Once securely fasten to the post, he is told to count his strikes. Soon the accustomed sharp pain of the whip was brought down upon his back and shoulders were opening new wounds or reopening old ones, but Damian counted every single one. He felt the sting and burning sensations with every crack that seem to echo through the open space; every so often when one strike would be on or a little too close to a healing wound, Damian would hiss slightly, making the striker chuckle out a laugh.

After the mind-numbing painful session Damian is being untied from the post; feels and smells his fresh and old wounds seep the scarlet blood and sees it dripping off of him and land on the dirt below him. The sight, smell, and feelings make his breakfast churn in his stomach, wanting to make a reappearance. He shakes off the nausea, and is led to the apprentice healers. They wrap his back loosely for his day was not finished and do not know how tight to tie the bandages. After deemed finished, Damian is being pushed to his feet and shoved back to the training grounds to begin his sparing of the day. He was given a double edge sword, not his favorite but he knew his way around a blade, and his sparring partner moved to their side of the arena.

Then he heard the sounds of an aircraft.

One that was too close for a League craft.

Damian knew that because he was waiting for this sound for months.

 Dear Chikno,

We are on our way, as I’m writing this. But I just need to get it all out now, so I don’t do anything stupid when I see you later. Everyone was—is so worried, Kor’i cried a lot since your letter, Mar’i is confused and sad why you weren’t at her birthday party, Bruce and Tim hasn’t slept and refuse to till you are home, Alfred is stock piling all your favorite foods till you can eat them, Jason refuses to leave the Manor till he sees you (not that anyone told him to leave), Cass began her late night dancing because she was worried for you, Stephanie was up all night trying half-heartedly to pull Tim away from the computer but was bringing him coffee when he was empty, Barbara was booted off the computer when she faceplanted against the keyboard. And Duke—Duke was furious when we told him after setting up a plan of action and stated he would be coming along, no matter what anyone said. Your friends wanted to know where you were being held, and Bruce didn’t want to tell them, he—he didn’t want Ras to have a reason to go after them, I guess.

But we are Ras’ biggest menace, so we have nothing to lose, right?

I got your letter, through your waitress from that night. I don’t think my heart has slowed since that day. I’m trying to stay calm, but its so hard when we are so close to finding you. You saved her son, Xaiver Hayes from his kidnapper all those months ago, remember? That was probably why you passed on the message through her, right? Because you knew you could trust her, for some reason that I don’t understand.

I hope you weren’t hurt too much; I don’t think I could forgive myself if you are in pain. Every time I think about you making the choice to save Kor’i, Mar’i, and I, there is a pain so sharp in my chest and it becomes hard to breath. I never wanted you to make the choice between you and your family, because I have had to make that choice before and it was the hardest decision in my life.

Hold on just a little longer, my chikno. Just a little longer.

Love,

Baba

 Batman, Nightwing, Batgirl, Black Bat, Signal, and Starfire were in charge of extraction. Batman and Black Bat were to deal with Ras and Talia, Batgirl and Starfire dealt with the assassins. Nightwing and Signal had the most important part: extract Damian. They were to take the Batplane and launch a surprise attack and rescue Damian.

Dick was so close; he could feel Damian’s presence before he saw it. And when he did lay eyes upon his chikno, he was so joyful and so pissed. Because Damian was standing in the middle of an arena with a sword in his hand and looked so hopeful before disguising it with a look of indifference, but not is why Dick is infuriated.

It’s because Damian isn’t wearing a shirt, his pants are in tatters with holes in the knees and long strips are brushing Damian’s feet, his feet are bare and has untreated sores on them. It’s because Dick can see that Damian is bleeding from is back from what is obviously whipping strikes and that is so horrifying.

It’s because Damian is hurt, and Dick is so close. Dick wants to crush his chikno to his chest and not let him go for a week—no a month, but he needs to take Damian out of danger first, medical treatment, second. Then­ he can hold his son for as long as he wants.

So, Dick jumps out of the plane with no hesitation once he knows he can stick the landing without breaking anything, his only thought is to get to his son and destroy anyone who gets in his way.

“Nightwing!” Starfire, Batman, and Batgirl scream when they see him jump with no parachute. Kor’i is not used to seeing people do that, because usually people don’t do that. Bruce and Barbara worrying that Dick will die on the way down.

But this is not a normal situation and Dick is not a normal person.

So, he jumps, shoots his grapple to the tallest building and does a series of twists and flips till he is in the training arena. He hears Duke do the same path with slight adjustment to keep the assassins on their toes, and land behind Dick and say, “A little warning next time, dude?” Then the two vigilantes begin to run to Damian taking out anyone that stood in their way with a sweep of the feet, well placed punch, and a couple of times- throwing one into another. They hear the familiar sounds of breaking walls, explosions, and screams as the others handle their mission objectives.

Finally—finally— they reach Damian as he deflects one blade and ducks below another, his injuries slightly slowing him down, but ignored in favor of freedom. Dick immediately covers his right and Duke his left, and the three of them are a whirlwind of punches, kicks, and a blade- each covering someone’s weaknesses flawlessly. They move their way towards the plane as Dick calls over his comm, “Signal and I have Damian. We are leaving in a minute, either get on the plane or call for back up now.”

“Batgirl and I are finished here and can be back up if needed,” Starfire responds as an explosion goes off in the background.

Batman grunts an affirmative, and Cass reports, “Talia is down, headed to plane.”

Thirty seconds later the plane is nearly lifting off, Batgirl, Black Bat, Signal, Nightwing, and Damian are on the plane, waiting for Batman, when they hear, “Take off! Ras is about to set off an EMP! Go!” in Batman’s gruff voice over the comm, then a grunt and a sound of blades rings out over them.

Dick doesn’t ask for more information before he is in the cockpit, takes the controls, and calls over his shoulder, “Starfire, get Batman and fly him here!” Starfire nods and flies towards Batman’s location, and Dick continues, “Everyone, I’m leaving the bay doors open for takeoff so strap yourselves in, put on oxygen masks, and prepare for a rough ascent!” Dick flips a few more switches and roughly pulls back on the steering controls, causing everyone to jerk in their seats. A few minutes later and the force trying to pull everything and everyone from their various seats, the plane is in the air, a safe distance from any EMP range.

The various Bat family members in the seating area look at eachother and the bay doors, waiting for Starfire and Batman to return, the adrenalin still pumping through their veins. Then in the distance Cass sees a blob in the air, points excitedly at it, prompting everyone to do the same. Slowly making out red hair and black Kevlar, Duke fist pumps in the air and shouts into the oxygen mask, Cass and Barbara share a smile around the masks, and Damian slumps with relief in his chair. Soon after Kor’i lands in the plane with a slightly pale Batman then she calls out, “Richard you can close the aircraft doors, now!” and in response Dick does what his wife tells him, and shuts the bay doors, then flips on the autopilot to the cave and gets out of the cockpit, ripping off his mask as he goes.

It takes a few minutes before it everything settles in.

They did it, there was no one left behind. Everyone is coming home.

Damian is the first one to act, unbuckles himself with trembling hands, throws himself at Dick yelling, “Baba—Father!” and lands in Dick’s awaiting arms and sobs, his chin resting on Dick’s shoulder, and hand grasping Bruce’s shoulder. Damian screams and cries for the months of pent up pain, horrors, and sorrow that he endured for so long. Dick just holds the young man, holds him as tightly he can without causing more pain, and gently shushes him with endearments and promises of security, of safety, of home, and of love. Bruce quickly takes off his cowl and stands behind Dick with his hands wiping Damian’s cheeks free of his tears that are streaming from his emerald green eyes that are locked with his own blue ones. Damian’s eyes tell Bruce all he needs to know right now and wraps both his sons in his own arms, refusing to let go for a few minutes, giving his youngest the feeling of being protected he hasn’t felt in months. Soon, Damian’s screams turn to whimpers, and snuggles a little deeper into Dick’s arms, transfers his hold of Bruce’s shoulder to his back and clutch onto Bruce’s cape. Thoughtfully, Kor’i slowly makes her way over to the trio and begins to brush his hair out of his face and gently begins to untangle it with her fingers.

When Damian stops screaming and his whimpers taper off, Bruce slowly leads him to a gurney near the back of the bay and begins to treat his wounds while Dick holds onto his hands and Kor’i hums a little tune into Damian’s hair, ignoring the blood, sweat, and dirt. During this time is when Tim’s voice is emits over the speaker, “I am picking up co-ordinates, did you guys get him? Please tell me you guys got him.” This prompts Barbara, Duke, and Cass to hop into the cockpit and take the call to explain to the best of their ability the sequence of events that led up to Damian’s rescue, leaving Damian, Bruce, Dick, and Kor’i their own devices.

 Dear Dick Grayson’s Brother (or Son),

I don’t really know why I’m writing you, besides to say I hope you are well, and to offer my gratitude that night seven months ago.

That night, it changed my world. You see, I have a son, Xavier, and he wasn’t born from a proper relationship- in fact I never knew the guy’s name when he did what he did- but I wouldn’t give up my son for the world, because my son is my world. A week before that night my babysitter called and said Xavier had fallen when he was in his bouncer and she was cooking dinner. He knocked his head pretty hard when the bouncer broke and he lost conciseness till she found him on the floor couple of minutes later, so the sitter took him to the hospital and they did their thing. Well, the problem was, I don’t have insurance, because I’m a full-time waitress at a restaurant with a crappy boss, and I’m a full-time student at BC for communications, that doesn’t leave me with money to spare, in fact, that usually means I don’t have money at all. So, when I got the medical bill for an infant overnight stay, I did what any mother would have done, I took all the money from my college fund and payed the bills, leaving me so broke, I hadn’t eaten much in several days.

But then you came in, and saved me and my son. You gave me enough money for my college fees and my rent for the month. And I can’t say, write, or communicate thank you enough. So thank you for saving us from being kicked out, thank you for putting food on my table, thank you for providing me the money to finish my schooling.

Just thank you.

Forever Grateful,

Blyss Hayes

 It was a few months after the rescue of Damian Grayson-Wayne. A few, nightmare-filled, therapy-packed months; but Damian had finally did return to where it all started.

The a five-star, high end, black tie only restaurant.

But this time he is with his family, Father, Alfred, Tim, Jason, Barbara, Duke, Cassandra, Stephanie, Kor’iander, Baba, and his Qalbi. This time Damian chose to come on his own accord and made the reservation himself, making sure to be seated in Blyss’ section, but asks for the hostess not to tell her. Damian wants to see if she recognized him after eight months of no contact, and only two months of meeting Dick, Kor’iander, Mar’i, and Tim one time.

Damian walks into the establishment first, head held high, and Qalbi on his hip, refusing to let any of his nerves show. He feels Dick’s hand on his shoulder as he tells the hostess his name and time of his reservation, and is slightly calmer. When the hostess walks them over to their big table, Damian makes sure he is at the corner chair with Mar’i in a high-chair at the head of the table, Father sitting next to him, and Baba sitting across of him. He looks at all the exits and entrances, takes note of all the windows- how many there are and what type of glass they are made out of, and notices the vents- how big they are and how many there are. When the hostess leaves, Damian looks at his menu, picks the vegetarian, white-sauce pasta with a glass of water, and puts his menu down.

After a few minutes of playing with Qalbi’s hands and drawing a giggle from her, he sees Blyss coming over but doesn’t catch her eye; at least, not until she is at the table as she starts to say her introduction, “Hello, welcome to The Starlight Palace. My name is Blyss—" Damian can see when she recognizes him and his family, her eyes grow wide and she begins to shake, and Damian begins to wonder if she is going to pass out, but she doesn’t; she reigns herself in a continues what she was saying, albeit a little shaken, “—and I will be taking care of you all today. Do you all know what you want to drink and appetizers?”

Her eyes still rove over everyone there as she takes in the drinks, five waters, two red wines, two white wines, and three various soft drinks and two orders of stuffed mushrooms and one order of bruschetta, then she leaves to drop the orders off at the kitchen and get their drinks. When she returns with the various beverages and places them in front of the right person, she turns towards Damian and says quietly, “I’m glad you are back. Seems like you were missed by a lot of people.”

Dinner turns out much of the same, Blyss being a professional waitress and his family not causing a big scene, but being a little rowdy. At the end of the meal, Bruce asks for the ticket Blyss retorts that she has it handled and they don’t need to worry about it, throwing a pointed look at Dick, and Kor’i. That throws Damian and everyone else for a loop, and Dick explains up, “I am not cashing in your offer right now. There are twelve of us here, and this man,” he points at Bruce, “is the wealthiest man in the state, if not the country. This was more for Damian’s piece of mind than your generous offer.”

Kor’i speaks up, “Perhaps, we will come back on my birthday or our anniversary, but Richard is right. You have a child to pay for and I cannot in good moral ground have you pay for this. Especially since I know how expensive little ones are.”

Bruce seems to understand the gist of the conversation and nods his head, takes out his card, asks for the receipt again. This time she hands it to Bruce and walks away to take care of another customer, before returning to their table. Bruce slides the small black book over to her, prompting her to take it to the till. Damian watches as she opens the book, her jaw drops sharply in shock, eyes darting over to their table. Her behavior catches the owner’s attention and he quickly makes his way over to her, the owner glances at the booklet and begins to talk angrily at Blyss and she turns pale and tries to calmly talk him down. After a heated moment the owner nods, and Blyss quickly returns as if on fire, begins to whisper into Bruce’s ear. Damian and the rest of the table can see the moment when Bruce gets angry; but he hides it well with a fake laugh, as he stands and begins to make his way over to the owner, jaw set in determination.

When Bruce returns ten minutes later with a slightly red face, Damian is wondering what was happening, but doesn’t ask, yet. Everyone calmly picks up their various jackets and Dick picks up Mar’i, who had fallen asleep twenty minutes ago, then exits the restaurant. But before they can get two feet out the door the Wayne family hears a, “Wait!” and everyone turns around. It’s Blyss with an envelope that reads “Damian” in her hands and she looks nervous as she shoves it into Damian’s hands, “I j-just needed to give you this, t-to thank you for everything you have done for me and my son,” she says before high-tailing it back inside. Damian, looking at where the woman was then at the letter in his hands, begins to place the letter in a pocket on the inside of his jacket, determining that it can wait till he gets home.

As everyone reaches their vehicles and Kor’i straps in Mar’i, Damian pulls his father to the side and asks, “Father, what happened back at the restaurant? With the owner and Blyss.”

Bruce’s jaw clenches a small bit before spitting out, “The owner thought I was paying her under the table, like this meal was some type of way for me to pay her for illicit activities. When the owner was talking to her at the cash register, he accused her of sleeping with me and this was how I could pay her without it looking weird on my bank account. When she was talking to me at the table, she was asking if I could explain my reasoning of paying her so much to her boss—”

“How much did you tip her?”

“I gave her an extra grand. Because when she delivered that note to Dick, she saved your life,” Bruce went on, looking Damian in the eyes, “Because when she decided not to just take the money you gave her, but also did something that seemed weird and could be dangerous, she showed her true colors. Because—,” Bruce continues to look Damian in the eyes and hold Damian’s head in his hands, “Because she saved you by delivering that letter. She saved you, because if we didn’t have that letter you would still be with the League and I—I don’t want to imagine this life without you in it.” Bruce places his forehead against Damian’s with tears welling up in both of their eyes, “I never want to lose you again, son.”

Damian wraps his arms around his father and response, “I don’t want to lose you either, Father.”

Later that night, after patrol, Damian takes out the letter from Blyss and reads it. Once, twice, then again, and thinks “I wonder what would happen…” then he sleeps, with no nightmares for the first time in months.

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Music Tag ✨

Tagged by @cityofdespair9  (Thanks babe!!) The first 10 songs to appear on shuffle and tag ten people!

1.) Caroline - Aminé

2.) Love Galore - SZA, Travis Scott

3.) Dun Rich - Popcaan, Davido 

4.) Unfold - Alina Baraz, Galimatias 

5.) Blaze in Love - Erphaan Alves 

6.) Nobody - Mitski 

7.) Wait A Minute - Willow 

8.) Nah Let Go - Kes 

9.)  Dick Grayson - Aaron Dews, Amgk,  Okhiphop

10.) Bury A Friend - Billie Eilish 

Tagging: @jason-redhood , @nxxttime , @disgrays-on , @osejn , @spilled-ink-and-stars , @quillsareswords , @cartwheelandfaceplant , @dukethomass2 (Nobody feel obligated, it’s chill)

#first of all #wtf is my taste in music #y i k e s #ar participates in stuff #click the links to listen! #ar.txt