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ramonathinks · 12 days

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BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB

stuck in an elevator with the three elite billionaire sons of Bruce Wayne.

tags: (18+) fingering, squirting, pet names (doll face, baby, sweetheart), dry humping, dirty talk, ripping of clothes, confided spaces, brothers who share, oral (f!receiving), making out, hickies, nipple play, kinda exhibitionism (???), foursome, mention of breeding kinks, praise

notes: i imagine reader as black but i don’t think i used any physical description [repost!]

It was a tight fit. It had you rubbing your thighs together to calm the heat and aching throbbing between your legs. Crossing your ankles together you held your purse tighter and inhaled, trying to think of anything but your three bosses — but their presence was too powerful and overwhelming in this tight and suffocating elevator. Dirty and primal lust filled the air and you swallowed hard trying to ignore it.

They were all so tall, so lean and their muscular bodies took over all of the small space that you were confined in. Awkwardly rolling your hips, trying to ease your aches without being noticed, your body trembled a bit. Your stomach folded in as the mixed aroma of their colognes entered your nose — a musky smell of pine caused you to bite your lip.

The elevator was quiet besides the occasional rumbling but you couldn’t help but feel queasy, feeling as if they all were staring you down.

Quiet yet quick shuffling was heard before you noticed a tanned hand pressing yet another button. You tried to pay no mind to it until all at once the lights flickered and a loud bang started, you gasped aloud and backed back into a hard chest.

“S-sorry,” You stammered, pushing yourself off of whoever was behind you. You tried not to memorize the feeling that your hands felt of the muscular and broadness of his chest, your face felt hot and with the sudden change of temperature it was only worst.

“It’s fine, doll face.” Came the response of the one and only Jason Todd, his voice made you shiver with delight and the ache in your core returned again. Your blazer and tights making you feel stuffy and hot, as if you were wearing too many clothes. “You okay?”

You didn’t trust anymore of your voice but you nodded. Heat pooled between your legs listening to his deep and throaty voice and the nickname he bestowed upon you. Self fanning yourself a bit you looked off to the side, seeing Dick to your side, who winked at you.

“You’re looking pretty hot there,” Dick brought himself closer to your ear and blew a bit near your neck. He chuckled when you jumped back. “I don’t bite baby, you know, unless you like that kind of thing…” His piercing dark blue eyes scanned your face before eyeing your lips.

“No need to be scared.” Tim finally spoke up. You felt a shift in the air before he grabbed at your waist and pulled you in to his chest.

That’s when it clicked for you. Jason pushed the button to halt the elevator. As if reading your expression, their laughter shook the elevator. “Finally figured it out, yeah?” Jason’s eyes were equally piercing as Dick’s but it was the smirk and the white streak of hair that was making you fold.

“She’s been here, what..? About 3 months?” Dick quirked an eyebrow to him, who you felt nod against your shoulder. “Still haven’t noticed us… our stares… our conversations that we always try to rope you in… you just gave us nothing—”

“So we had to do something to get your attention.” Jason finished, bringing his calloused yet soft hands to caress your face, rubbing at your cheeks before removing your glasses from your face.

Grinding his hips against yours, Tim kissed the sides of your neck. Your breathing quickened with every tainting kiss before his mouth opened and then you felt pure wetness dripping down your neck. His thick long tongue licking up a pattern as he grinding himself more against you, you could feel how hard he was, how thick he was and just how big.

“I… I don’t understand…” You muttered, mainly to yourself. Trying to control yourself but your hips were already rutting against Tim’s, quiet moans leaving both of your lips.

“Shh…” Dick pressed a finger to your lips. “It’s nothing for you to understand. Just know… we’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now.”

“And we plan to make you understand every inch of it, baby.” Tim panted in your ear, you could feel his hands trailing up from your waist leaving a hot trail until he landed on your breast. “Jason, mind giving me a hand?”

It was almost too quick how Jason undid the buttons to your shirt, leaving both the shirt and blazer on, he was tempted to snap a picture. Looking at the position you were in made him want you even more. “So fucking beautiful.” He blew his breath on your nipples, watching them both get hard and erect.

He was never too big on sharing. But with his brothers? It was something different.

You yelped, feeling more heat hit your now bare legs as Dick stretched and ripped the flimsy fabric thighs you were wearing. He turned to look at Jason, “You owe me.”

With hungry eyes, Jason looked between your legs and sucked his teeth. “Fuck.” He groaned. Black lacy panties.

Was it wrong for the brothers to bet what type of panties you wore? Probably. But damn did it pay off.

Bumping his nose against your clothed clit at the same time that Tim tweaked your nipples you tried to move away from them, it was too much. “W-Wait!”

Jason moved closer to you and touched your face again, “Shh. It’s okay.” He cooed before he leaned towards, keeping his eyes on yours.

Everything happened all at once. Your eyes rolled back once you felt his tongue slither inside of your mouth with no warning, his brothers feeling you up it was almost too much for you to focus on — the rhythm of Tim’s hips, Jason’s tongue swirling inside of your mouth and Dick playing with your drooling covered pussy.

Jason applied pressure to your tongue before licking the insides of your mouth, both sides of the cheeks before he sucked on your tongue. Even with your eyes closed, you knew he was still staring at you. Each moan they pulled out of you, another one added pressure.

“Oh fuck,” Feeling Dick pulling your panties to the side and hearing him moan. Your slick wetness sticking to the black Lacy panties you were wearing. “Such a pretty mess down here.” He licked his lips. “Such a pretty little pussy, fuck, you like when I say talk to you down here baby?” As if the dripping all over wasn’t enough of an answer, he smiled before dipping his head down.

You held your breath, expecting him to get straight to the point. But instead, he kissed your thighs. Trailing deep kisses up and down, getting closer and closer to your clit every time. Your breathing uneven, Jason moved from your mouth to your breast, his teeth tugging on your dark nipples, still meeting your eyes.

Dick’s muffled moan drew your eyes to him. You watched as his wet tongue tugged at your folds before slurping up the juices that spilled out of you. Your legs were trembling and if it wasn’t for Tim, you would’ve fell over.

“You like what he’s doing to you, sweetheart?” Tim whispered. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m cumming inside of that pussy, you hear me? Matter of fact. When we’re all cumming inside of you, gonna birth a heir to this company, aren’t you?” He sucked on your ear lobe and your pussy tightened up when Dick tried to put his tongue inside of you.

“Don’t scare her off, Tim. He’s just playing around baby.” Jason told you, kissing the valley between your aching breast.

Parting the lips of your pussy with his fingers, Dick drove his tongue inside. “Oooh, I…” You we’re babbling. Wetness dripping on his face and even on his expensive shirt as he licked and slurped, nibbling on your puffy clit.

Tim didn’t like how left out he was, the brothers could see it on his face. With another long suck on your clit enough to make you even weaker on your knees, Dick rose up.

“W-wait I didn’t get to—” He covered your mouth with his, holding the sides of your face and massaging the breast that Jason was neglecting.

A sudden intrusion inside of your pussy made you moan aloud. You were so focused that you didn’t feel Tim parting you open for his fingers. “So fucking tight, right here. Such a small pussy. Can’t wait to break her in.” He purred, moving two of his fingers faster inside of you. His hips digging into yours, Jason now sucking on your throat. The gentle fiction from Tim’s slacks driving you even more crazy since his fingers are working too. Using his thumb, he pressed on your clit and dragged his thumb up and down adding pressure each time.

You were struggling to keep your balance. Your voice was hoarse as they had their way with you. Your entire body shaking while you whimpered against them, tightening up on Tim’s fingers and he groaned, stretching them inside of you.

With clenched teeth Tim told you, “Breathe. Fuck, sweetheart. It’s just me, just open up a bit more.” It was feeling good being stretched so good while two other boys felt you up with their hands and their mouths.

You were getting so dizzy. Your orgasm attempting to push through. You didn’t know how you didn’t come yet.

Licking up the pulse on both sides of your neck, Dick and Jason shared a look. You didn’t know what it meant until they both dropped to their knees and eyed your swollen clit.

“Oh you weren’t lying. I knew she’d be pretty. But this is truly a pussy, so smooth and bare.” Jason smirked, pulling your lips open, watching his brother’s fingers dipping inside. Then he moved forward and kissed your aching clit.

Your knees buckled and you threw your head back while Tim continued to hold you up and fuck you with his fingers. Sucking your clit into his mouth, Jason did a deep groan, putting your clit in his mouth and mouthing his head back before letting your clit bounce back before doing it again.

His tongue was putting in work, licking up and down your clit. Feeling another set of wetness you thrusted your hips forward, begging for more, not realized Dick had joined in on the assault of your pussy.

The strokes of their tongues plus Tim’s fingers moving and stretching you so deep, you rode out every feeling you possessed and when Tim pushed in deeper inside of your gummy walls that held him so tight, he pressed and circled your insides until he felt you clench harder than before.

It was the hardest you ever came, your limbs snapping, body shaking hard, babbling words and your pussy squirting out a clear liquid of slick on both of the boys below up, who happily drank it up. You felt drunk as you slid down to the ground.

With wild looks in their eyes, the brothers straightened themselves out, looking over your appearance. Dick pulled your blazer over you and Jason continued to rip the rest of your tights. Tim, got the elevator back on track.

The aftershocks of your orgasm still haven’t faded, your body still twitching and shaking. You could hear them talking to each other, “She’s completely fucked out. She won’t be able to go back to work like this.” Dick said.

“Can’t take her home or Bruce will have our heads for fucking with his best assistant.” Tim replied while Jason just laughed.

“Well,” Jason picked you up as if you weighted nothing. “I can always take her back to my comfy loft.”

Tim and Dick looked at him as if he was crazy. “So you could get started without us? Ha, very funny.” Tim snorted.

“Let’s just find her address on the company—” The elevator dinged and stopped, the doors opening to the person none of you wanted to see.

With wide eyes Bruce Wayne frowned at the sight. Putting a hand over his forehead he did a deep sigh, “Do I even want to know?”

The boys all shook their heads and Tim quickly pressed the button to the company garage. “Let’s just get something to eat first.”

“Works for me.” You yawned, looking dreamily at the three boys.

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haveihitanerve · 1 month

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Calling for Dad

um.. so i saw this post a while back about how the Robins all call for bruce on patrol and i unfortunately cannot find it to reblog off of, but uh yeah. i wrote it so-

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Dick breathed deeply through his nose and whirled, sending his foot flying into a nearby henchman's side. The man went flying back, cursing up a storm that ended quickly as his head connected with the wall. Out cold. Dick brushed his hands off in satisfaction. They were almost done, and he could see bruce tying up and fighting a few extra henchmen only a few feet away, at the same time. Dick turned, planning on tying up the ones he had finished, when something cold and hard slammed into his cheek. Dick reeled backwards, landing hard on the ground. He looked up. A henchman was standing over him, a nasty smile on his face, brass knuckles glinting. Dick could feel tears pooling in his eyes. “Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry’ dick chanted in his head. But his lower lip was trembling. And, maybe it was just some survival instinct, maybe it was just some primal knowledge in dicks little gecko brain, but before he could stop himself, his mouth was open and he was crying. “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!” All he spotted was the pale face of the henchman, before a black blur went flying into it. Bruce was at his side a second later, a soft hand on his cheek, a tender brush of fingers across his forehead, a gentle kiss to his head. Dick didn't even feel the injury anymore, it had been more of a shock than anything else, but Bruce didn't finish patrol that day. And dick stayed wrapped up safe and warm in his fathers cape the rest of the night.

Jason yawned, sending his right fist into the gut in front of him. He had an exam tomorrow, and Bruce had told him to stay home, but Two Face and Penguin had decided to strike a deal in the warehouse, so they had had to show up. Jason knew B regretted bringing him. And would blame himself if jason failed, but honestly, jason just enjoyed spending time with his dad. Whether it was fighting crime or not. He would take the bruises over passing his exam any day. Jason yawned again. The gut was suddenly back on its feet in front of him. Jason startled back, but too late. He hit the ground. Hard. Boots scraped the floor in front of him and Jason could no longer see Bruce. His heartbeat started to accelerate. There was a hand on his ankle and he was being turned, dragged forward. Jason opened his mouth, and screamed. “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!” The hand on his ankle froze. Then was ripped away. Jason couldn't hold back his sniffle of fear and suddenly bruce was there, a protective hand on his back, an arm under his butt as bruce lifted him and pressed jason's face against his chest, holding him close and whispering sweet nothings into his boys ear and jason lapped them up like a starving kitten, mewling and pushing closer to his dad, safe with the knowledge his father would always have his back.

Tim knew he shouldn't have been out alone. But he was doing some reconnaissance on the bane and it couldn't be that bad. Right? Wrong. Next thing he knew the young Drake heir was face to face with the dangerous villain, with nothing but a bo staff in his hands. “Ooh.” cooed bane. “Little robin, flown too far from your nest have you?” He snickered, and the sound sent a cold chill down tims spine. “Well well well. Lets have some funnsie shall we?” And before tim could move the bane had grabbed his staff and snapped it over his leg, tossing the remains aside. Tim stared at him open mouthed. Fear. Fear was coursing through his veins like sharp ice. Tim was scared. And there was a crack and Tim guessed it was either his ribs or skull as hot fiery pain swept through his body and he screamed, head colliding with the wall. And he couldn't breathe. Couldn't breathe couldn't breathe. But he managed to gasp just enough air into his lungs to muster up one single word. “DAAAAAAAAD!” Bane was on the ground faster than tim could blink. And he started to apologize, begging for forgiveness, to stay robin, please, ‘please bruce don't send me back to the Drake estate’ but bruce lifted him gently and carried him slowly and when tim awoke he was still at the manor, not on the doorstep of the Drakes and Bruce was sitting at his side, holding his hand. And when he started to speak tim felt fear clutch him immediately. But the man wasn't telling him to leave. He wasn't kicking him out. He was telling him about the other Robins who had called dad before him. It was the first time Tim heard bruce speak about Jason so plainly. Without anger or guilt or regret. But rather with warmth. “You are my son Timmy.” bruce whispered quietly. “My son.”

Stephanie knew she wasn't as experienced as she needed to be to be robin, but bruce had still let her on the streets with him, and she would be damned if she disappointed him. After all, it was just Black Mask. What harm could he do? “Apparently a lot.” Steph thought dryly as she leapt around the man who was swinging wildly at her. She was bleeding from a gash in her thigh, and was pretty certain she had at least two broken ribs. They were really slowing her down but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Wasn't handling. Except. Except she couldn't handle it. Black Mask swung his bat, and Steph didn't make it out of the way in time. The metal connect full force with her side and steph went flying, slamming hard into the concrete wall. She wheezed. Now there was definitely some internal bleeding. Her nose was running and before she could get up, a boot connected with her face. Now it was running with blood. Her teeth felt lose. Stephanie's mouth was so dry. Black Masks taunting face appeared above her and Steph could do nothing more than whimper as pain wracked through her body as he started to beat her. She could taste the throw up in her mouth. Could smell the overpowering stench of iron, from her own blood. Her heart was battering so loudly in her ears from fright if she hadn't heard it she might've thought she was dead. But she wasn't. Dead. She was definitely afraid. She and Bruce had never discussed what they were. She had a dad. He had kids. A daughter. They had never broached the subject of adoption, or even being anything more than slight friends. It didn't matter that she saw him as a father figure. A better one than she had ever actually had. It was this thought, above all others, that rose to the front of stephanie's mind while black mask bloodied her. And it was this thought, above all others, that made her lick her dry lips and scream, with all the air she had left in her lings. “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!” Black Mask laughed at her. “Authur ain't gonna save you!” he sneered. Arthur Brown had never even crossed Stephanie's mind. Black Mask lifted his fist, ready to bring it crashing down on her head. But it never connected. Not with stephanie at least. But rather with a very large, very angry, Batman. She had never seen Bruce throw anyone. Much less through two walls. But here they were. Hands touched her. Warm hands. Kind hands. The same hands that had cradled her after nightmares. The same hands that had handed her snacks and wordlessly pulled her into a hug when she had shown up on his doorstep, wistful and ashed, slightly bedraggled, begging for sanctuary. The warm hands of her father. “Dad.” She choked. “Shhh.” bruce soothed softly, stroking her hair as he lifted her, like a newborn calf, into his arms and carried her home. “Its alright sweetheart. I've got you.”

Damian had never called Bruce dad. It just wasn't done. Mother was Mother, Grandfather was Grandfather, and so naturally, Father was Father. He knew other kids didn't agree. Had heard his classmates shriek with joy and cries of “DAD!” And “papa!” when greeting their fathers. Even his siblings did so, whether Cassandra threw herself at him with a cheerful “daddy!” or jason tossed an arm around his shoulders with a heartfelt “hey pops” or tim and dick, who had no issues with plopping themselves into his lap and purring “daddio.’ when they needed something. Even Barbara had taken to calling Bruce ‘dad 2.0’ from time to time. Damian had never even considered calling his father dad. Much less on patrol. Except. Except he had heard his brothers chatting about it. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. But they hadn’t exactly tried to be quiet either. “B don’t love me!” Jason had shouted, plopping with an over dramatic sigh onto the couch. Dick didn’t even look up from whatever he was working on, just laughed. “Sure jason. Remember that time you called for him on patrol?” Tim chuckled, walking in as well and sitting on the couch opposite his brother. “Oh yeah.” He let out a high pitched scream and imitated a young Jason. “Dad!” They all laughed. Jason couldn’t contain his smile. “Yeah yeah. I know. He loves all of us. It would be nice if he showed it differently than just arriving when we need him, but it’s sweet all the same.” “Aw.” Dick cooed. Jason threw a pillow at him. Tim laughed. “Robin calling for his Dad is still the scariest thing a villain can hear.” The others chimed their agreement. Damian filed the information away carefully, planning on testing that. To see if father reacted with the same rage his brothers had described for him as he had for them. Damian had never seen his father snap. Had never seen his ruthless side. According to his siblings that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Damian huffed, throwing a quick and effortless punch to the man in front of him. He hit the dirt without even managing a sound of pain. Damian smirked in triumph, but the man was up again. Damian flinched as the foot connected with his face. He went flying back, slamming into the chimney of the roof he was on. The man stalked towards him, grinning evilly. Damian scrambled back. For the first time, fear coursed through him. “BABAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” damian screamed. His brothers hadn't been lying. The mans face paled in fear a split second before an angry bruce slammed into him, fists flying. Damian wasn't entirely certain his father had stuck with his no killing rule. But that didn't matter. Because Father was here now, holding him close, snuggling damian into bed, kissing his head. And Damian started calling Father Baba.

#robin #batman and robin #bruce wayne #batman #good dad bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #stephanie brown #tim drake #damian wayne #im tempted to redo it but with all of the kids #like add cass and babs and duke and yknow #maybe #we'll see #batfam

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awhitehead17 · 6 months

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First Meetings

TimKon, FirstPrince, Established Relationship, Friendship, Teasing, Soft Boyfriends, Crossover.

Summary: “Tim, how do you know the President’s son? I mean I know you have friends in high places but this is another level.”

Tim frowns, why wouldn’t he know Alex? They grew up in the same social circle, attending fancy dinners with high profile socialites is what they did and Alex happened to be with his mother before she ran for presidency. At a young age, Alex is what made the dinners and galas bearable for Tim.

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Tim sighs heavily into the champagne glass as he lifts it to his lips. “God I hate these things. They’re the worst,” following his comment he downs the rest of the alcohol in the glass in one gulp.

Next to him Kon snorts, choosing to sip at his glass instead. “Is that why you’ve brought me? To share your hatred of these things?”

“Sharing is caring Kon.” Tim mutters unhappily. He honestly be rather anywhere else but here.

Right now he could be in bed, buried underneath blankets watching crappy films and eating junk food or he could be with the team yelling at the screen as both Bart and Kon very obviously cheat at Mario Kart because they’re losing against he and Cassie. Even if it’s neither of those things, he could be curled up with Kon somewhere ignoring the world as the two of them exist in their own little bubble.

But no.

He’s here – thankfully with Kon – at a charity gala representing the Wayne name because Bruce couldn’t make it, Tim happened to pull the short straw against his siblings so he had to come in his stead. He brought Kon so he could suffer along with him, but also to keep him company. Mostly to suffer though. These things are never fun.

“You know what I hate…” Kon speaks up, when Tim glances at him he spots his boyfriend frowning in displeasure and tugging at his suit, “are these damn things. They’re monkey suits, they serve no practical use. I feel like a penguin, I waddle anytime I walk because I’m so restricted.”

Tim couldn’t help but snort at everything that is Kon. His facial expressions, his discomfort and his words. Breathing deeply Tim deposits his empty champagne glass on a nearby table before turning to Kon. Reaching up he slaps Kon's hands away from the suit and begins straightening out his lapels, correcting the damage Kon had caused to the fabric.

“Well, I think you look good. This colour suits you, and this particular name really helps defines your shoulders and physique. You’re just not used to wearing them Kon.”

With his words Tim couldn’t help but drag his hands up from Kon’s chest, where they stayed after he straightened out his lapels, and drag them across his shoulders, letting his fingers run along the seam and just press in enough so Kon could feel it. Tim looks up and meets Kon’s eyes, his boyfriend’s gaze having darkened as he stares back at Tim. Knowing exactly what he's doing, Tim blinks slowly, heatedly, and smirks and lets his hands trail down Kon’s side under the guise of straightening out his jacket.

A hot and heavy atmosphere fills the small space between them and being this close to his boyfriend Tim could see how affected by his actions Kon is becoming. His shortened breath, his fingers clenching tightly into the glass almost smashing it, his dilated pupils, and the extreme tension now seeping through his body as he works to restrain himself.

Tim loves it. He loves riling Kon up where his boyfriend can’t act on his desires.

There’s been plenty of times where it’s been the other way around, where Kon is the one riling Tim up to the point of no return. His boyfriend’s gotten rather good at using his TTK for things in a less professional manner, and he isn’t afraid to bring it out at the worst of times. Tim doesn't have to worry about that tonight, because tonight he’s calling the shots and they both know it.

Leaning in towards Kon, whispering into the space between them as he keeps their gazes locked together he says, “You may hate the suit but I certainly don’t. I can’t wait to get you out of it later on, piece by piece…”

At the end of his sentence a loud crack could be heard and Tim merely raises an eyebrow. They both glance down at the glass still in Kon’s hand only to find it now featuring a new spiderwebbed pattern on it which hadn’t been there when Kon first picked it up. Somehow it’s still in one piece but it definitely isn’t safe to use anymore. Tim lets out a low laugh and decides to pull away and backs up a step. He doesn't want to blow Kon’s fuse so soon after all.

“I might see if I can get another drink, I assume you would like another one?” Tim asks sounding as composed as he has been all night. He’s glad for his acting skills, admittedly they were originally for undercover work but they do come in handy during other times as well.

“Yeah. That would be great. Thanks.” Kon speaks through gritted teeth, his voice sounding strained.

He’s glaring at Tim now, both in the way which tells Tim his boyfriend currently hates his guts but also in a lustful way which Tim knows is going to result in them feeling satiated and satisfied by the end of the night. Unfazed Tim smiles sunnily at him.

Before he could make a move to find a waiter a new voice calls out to Tim which makes him freeze on the spot.

“Timmy-tam!”

With his back to the room Tim doesn't know who is calling him and he glances at Kon who flicks his gaze over Tim’s shoulder and back again only to shrug in response, telling Tim he has no idea who it is.

Feeling all the lust and playfulness leave his body, Tim turns around to find out who is approaching and immediately groans upon seeing and recognizing them.

“Who is it?” Kon asks curiously, any previous signs of heat and want have also left Kon, the interruption doing a good job of killing the mood.

Tim signs resignedly watching the man approach them. He looks up at his boyfriend. “That is Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son of the United States. And an absolute pain in the ass. God, I haven’t seen him in years. Think of Dick’s charm and Jason’s cockiness, put them together and that’s him.”

Kon makes a humming sound and suddenly seems to remember he currently has an almost shattered glass in his hand. He quickly deposits it on the table behind them. “Does he know?”

Kon doesn't have to elaborate what he means and Tim instantly shakes his head. “No he doesn’t.”

That’s all they have time for because Alex is suddenly there, grinning widely at them. “Tim, how you doin’ man?”

Despite his words to Kon, Tim does in fact like Alex, the guy is pretty laidback and has a wicked sense of humour. He smiles back and holds out a hand to him. “Hey Alex, it’s been years.”

Alex clasps his hand but before Tim could react the other man is tugging him in for quick hug before letting him go again.

“What are you doing here?” Alex asks with curiosity. His dark hair is curling artfully across his forehead and his suit is all pressed looking clean and proper; no one expects nothing less from the First Son.

Tim waves a hand flippantly. “I’m here in Bruce’s name, the old man couldn’t make it and I pulled the short straw to attend in his absence. Literally, pulled the short straw.”

“Ah, well it’s good to see you, we’ll have to catch up sometime properly, I know Nora would be thrilled to see you again.”

Tim is about to reply but gets distracted when a tall, blonde man comes up behind Alex and immediately grabs all of their attentions, especially Alex’s. He looks familiar but Tim can’t place who it is although he and Alex seem intimately familiar with one another if the lingering touches are anything to go by once the blonde hands Alex a champagne glass.

“I thought I would grab us another drink on my way back,” the blonde man says in lieu of greetings and Tim picks up on a distinctive British accent.

Alex positively beams and Tim works hard on containing his facial expression, he’s never seen Alex so smitten with someone before. “Thank you, I was beginning to get desperate. Oh!” He turns back to Tim and grabs the man’s hand to drag him closer. “Henry, this is Tim. Tim, this is His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales, also my boyfriend.”

To say Tim is shocked is putting it lightly. It would also explain the accent and why he looks somewhat familiar.

Before Tim gets a chance to reply - not that he knows what the correct response of greeting royalty is - Kon, who Tim had admittedly forgotten about until now, pipes up sounding unsure.

“Should we bow?”

A beat goes by and the silence is broken by Alex as he bursts out laughing, Tim facepalms, and Prince Henry’s expression becomes a mixture between amusement and embarrassment. He holds up his free hand with a smile. “There’s no need for that, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, Henry is fine.”

Getting over himself Tim shakes his hand and Kon follows suit afterwards. “Nice to meet you.”

So, Alex and a Prince of Wales huh… Tim would have never guessed that. It seems like they’ve both had rather life changing revelations during their time apart.

An elbow in his ribs breaks his thoughts and he rubs the sore spot and glares at his boyfriend. At Kon’s pointed look Tim realises his mistake. Not once, but twice, he’s forgotten about introducing Kon. Whoops.

Clearing his throat and taking a hold of Kon’s hand he finally introduces Kon to the other men. “This Conner Kent, my boyfriend. Kon this Alex and apparently his Prince of Wales boyfriend as you just heard.” Tim immediately rounds on Alex. “How on earth did that happen? You of all people!”

Alex looks affronted and places a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me Timmy-tam. I am an upstanding American Citizen, I have no idea what you are on about…”

Tim merely raises an eyebrow, a similar look Prince Henry is throwing him too, and after a couple seconds Alex deflates and drops the act. He leans in close to Tim and pretends to whisper behind his hand. “I have no idea either but I am not complaining!” Alex winks at his boyfriend and straightens back up. Prince Henry tries to hide his smile behind a sip of champagne but he isn’t fooling anyone.

Kon steps into the conversation looking as baffled as ever. It’s a cute look on him and Tim can’t help be reminded of the time Kon got confused when he accidently mixed up the chickens as he had been sorting them out in their pens on Kent Farm.

“Tim, how do you know the President’s son? That’s what I’m trying to currently wrap my head around… I mean I know you have friends in high places but this is another level.”

Tim frowns at his question, why wouldn’t he know Alex? They grew up in the same social circle, or Tim did until his mother passed away. Attending fancy dinners with high profile socialites is what they did and Alex happened to be with his mother before she ran for presidency. At a young age, Alex is what made the dinners and any galas bearable for Tim.

Tim turns to Kon gesturing between himself and Alex. “We used to attend these kind of events when we were younger. I used to get dragged along with my parents and Alex and his sister would occasionally be at them too. Despite our age difference, it helped having another young person around at the dinners.”

Alex seems to be looking at him thoughtfully. He takes a sip of his drink before pointing at him teasingly. “You were such a well behaved kid I couldn’t understand it.”

As if a lightbulb had gone off inside Alex’s mind he lights up excited and grins menacingly. From that look alone Tim knew he was in trouble. The situations worsens when Kon takes a keen interest in whatever Alex is about to spill out of his mouth.

“So the first time we met – god about twelve years ago now – we were at an evening gala, my mother was there networking and working on her campaign long before her presidency. As kids, June and I of course had to entertain ourselves. I decided to run and hide from June and slid underneath a random table, it was covered in a white table cloth and was perfect for cover, only I wasn't the only one under there!”

Alex turns to Tim pointedly and sends him a grin, all Tim could do is roll his eyes in response. There’s no point in trying to stop the man from sharing the story, especially not when both Kon and Prince Henry seem invested in hearing it, so he keeps quiet and lets Alex tell it. Kon shoots him a curious gaze but it’s immediately turned back to Alex as he continues speaking.

“Under the table was baby Tim, no more than what, eight years old-“

“Seven.” Tim corrects him. Not that it makes much difference.

“- and he was crying. He was super upset about something. I completely forgot about June and it took me around twenty minutes to calm him down and to work out what was wrong.”

Simultaneously both Kon and Prince Henry send him a concerned yet sympathetic look and despite himself Tim felt himself blush. It’s stupid, this happened years ago.

At this point Alex seems to hesitate, he sends Tim a questioning look, and Tim shrugs in response, waving a hand to say, ‘you can tell them.’ As he said, it happened years ago Tim’s long gotten over what happened by now.

Alex turns to his boyfriend, grabbing his free hand Alex suddenly looks the most unkempt he has done all night so far.

“His parents had left him behind at the gala. They’d been gone for nearly an hour before I found Tim underneath the table.” He whispers, his tone laced with shock and disbelief.

The Prince’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open, his gaze darts between Tim and Alex clearly shocked at reveal. Kon on the other hand grabs Tim’s hand and squeezes it comfortingly, when Tim meets his gaze Kon is wearing an expression of understanding and sadness. After all his boyfriend knows how shitty his parents were when he was young, this honestly isn’t a surprise.

“What – what did you do? Did you call the police, child protective services, there must have been something you done. That - that is absolutely appalling.” Prince Henry stutters out. It says a lot about his character on how he sounds so protective for someone he only just met by hearing story from when were a child that occurred years ago.

Alex shakes his head, continuing on with the story. “No. Not long after I calmed Tim down June actually found us. I ended up coaxing Tim out from underneath the table with some tim-tams while June went and got mom. Mom came and took over, she got Tim talking about what happened and he ended up staying with us for the night.”

Prince Henry looked like he was about to speak up, the hard look on his face telling Tim exactly what he was about to talk about. Tim holds up his hand to stop any questions being asked.

“It was difficult situation and because of who my parents were there wasn't a lot that could actually be done. I wouldn’t have been taken away from them despite what happened that night.” Despite how bad the situation actually was, Tim still feels that instinctive urge to defend his parents. He clears his throat, feeling the need to change topics. “Anyway, it was a shit night and what happened happened.”

Alex raises an eyebrow. “It wasn't all that bad, you met me!”

Tim sends him a look. “I stand by what I said.” He tries his best to stop the playful smirk threatening to break free but in the end loses and lets himself grin.

Alex makes a disgruntled noise and crosses the short space between them in order to throw an arm around Tim’s shoulder and squeezes him tightly. “You love me. Don’t deny it! We had a great little alliance from that night onwards.”

With his face half smushed in Alex’s jacket Tim huffs. He’s used to this sort of treatment by now, not just from Alex but from his brothers too, and even on the occasion from Kon. After several beats Alex lets him go and crosses back over to be by Henry’s side. Tim blinks and immediately sees how well they fit together.

They start on a new topic when Alex brings up Henry’s LGBT+ shelter projects he’s currently working on with his best friend. Tim is immediately invested in learning all about it and even offers up his own information on his Neon Knights programme. Despite the differences in the projects they both agree to try and come up with a way to support one another, they even make a mental note to arrange a meeting so they can talk about it further.

Eventually the First Son and the Prince of Wales’ attention is being called elsewhere. The couple say their farewell’s, along with another hug from Alex, and promise to catch up in a less formal situation another day before wandering off, not hand in hand but certainly close to it.

Tim feels Kon step up to him, a hand sneaking across his back before settling on his waist.

“Well that was interesting.” His boyfriend states seeming amused. Tim instantly feels guilty, he pretty much ignored Kon the entire time as he got caught up in Alex and then in Prince Henry and his projects.

He turns to look at Kon to apologize but the Kryptonian waves it off. “Relax Tim don’t worry about it. If anything I’m sorry about what happened to you. At least Alex had been there and his mom. Crazy to think that the president took you in and looked after you as a kid.”

He guesses it seems rather crazy if he really thinks about it, but then again their whole lives are crazy. The president looking after him when he was a kid actually seems rather mundane compared to everything they deal with on a day to day basis.

Tim hums, unable to come up with a response to Kon’s statement. Alex had helped him that night and many more after that. It’s a shame they ended up losing contact, but then Tim decided to stalk batman across rooftops at night with a camera and became his hero years later and everything else that followed.

Maybe going forward Tim should try and put in the effort to keep in contact with Alex, and now Prince Henry too. Tim needs to start learning to separate his hero life from his civilian life and having some ‘normal’ friends wouldn’t hurt. It’s a work in progress but he’s getting there and this seems like a good stepping stone.

Behind him, Kon presses his chest to his back, and Tim could feel him slipping a hand along his side and into his front pocket of his trousers. Kon ducks his head until he’s pressing his lips against the skin of Tim’s neck towards his ear.

“I don’t know about you, but I think we’re good to go from this dreadful event right?” He trails his lips across Tim’s neck, the action makes him shiver as Kon’s breath ghosts over his skin. “Because I know there’s something I’d rather be doing right now…”

A wanton groan escapes past Tim’s lips without him meaning it too and right there Tim knows he’s done for. Before Kon could get anymore of the upper hand over him, Tim turns around, dislodging Kon's hands, and settles his own hands on Kon’s chest gripping his suit.

“I did make a promise after all did I?”

Kon’s stare is full of lust and desire. It’s an echo to the mood between them earlier. “Better hurry up and get us out of here Tim…”

“Fuck.”

Tim wastes no time in grabbing Kon's hand and starts leading him towards the exit of the room. As they go he somehow catches Alex’s gaze from across the room and the older man sends him a shit eating grin and a wink. Tim flips him off before continuing to drag Kon out of the event, Alex’s laugh could be heard in the wake of their departure.

He doesn’t care what Bruce has to say about them leaving earlier than scheduled, he has much more important – better – things to do with his night.

#timkon #firstprince #rwrb #red white and royal blue #dc comics #crossover #tim drake #kon el #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #child neglect #fluff and humor #tim drake needs a hug #soft boyfriends #established relationship #fanfiction #teasing #innuendo

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dairy-farmer · 11 months

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what do you think about clarktim? tim cheating on conner with his daddy for example or tim cheating on bruce with his own best friend… after sleeping with tim once when he was just a child, clark can never resist tim’s little cunnie. the size difference between clark’s 12 inch kryptonian cock vs tim’s extremely underaged pussy drives him crazy… i love tim getting groomed 💙

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!! clarktim is so good!!!! i've only vaguely written about it once in a fic and a little bit here on tumblr but it is soo good!!!!!1 i love the idea of clark having fucked tim when he was a kid. he was freshly robin and trying to prove to bruce he could trust him!! somehow "alien tech" ends up in gotham and superman is also tracing it and he's recently had a fight with bruce and he's not looking for another argument so he's being discrete and well technically the shipment was just outside gotham borders in a warehouse so it's not really batman's jurisdiction- but that warehouse is where tim also ends up. the two of them after spotting each other and doing the whole 'mouths "what are you doing here?" from across the room' find out its not alien tech that was being bought and sold. it was alien drugs. aphrodisiacs. they end up getting drugged while investigating the hidden storage cache containing it and its like ivy's pollen but dialed up to a million and capable of affecting even superman.

the two of them recall the night with startling clarity despite the haziness of what happened. clark especially recalls it, as much as he tries to shove the thoughts and memories away. he can remember his monstrous cock resting on tim's abdomen reaching all the way to a little above his belly button and staring down at tim as his little hands jacked him off, getting him to hardness while clark's fingers fucked and spread apart into a 'V' in tim's little hole. the opening was barely the size of a quarter. it must've been the drugs because tim was so wet he coated clarks entire hand in wetness. the drugs also must've had some muscle relaxant and numbing effect because clark was able to sink in the head of his cock with barely a sound from tim who arched up his naked chest to clark who scattered kisses all across his little breasts, gently sucking on a pink little nipple as he rocked his cock in deeper and deeper into a hot, tight little hole. clark was just too big for tim, if he tried bottoming out he might actually kill him so he contents himself with the sight of being able to fuck a third of his cock in before it got to be too much and tim's forehead cutely scrunched up.

tim's sweet pink mouth fell open and he gasped at each press in of clark's cock, the spongey head kissed the opening to tim's womb. clark groaned at the sight, using his x-ray vision to look down at where he was fucking tim's pretty baby cunt. clark moaned as he watched the fat head of his cock drooling white precum and smeared it against the hot pink of tim's cervix. the lips of tim's cunt were a distressed red flush, a result from the painful stretch of clark's girth and the burning friction of every harsh thrust into him. tim's hands were spread helplessly at his side, his head rolling back and forth as his sweet mouth let out the prettiest sounds at clark fucking him.

the memories of what occurred in that warehouse haunt clark for years to come.

they never tell anyone.

clark out of shame and tim out of the desire for bruce to not know how badly he'd screwed up. sometimes clark will wake up from a dream and be hard and he'll do his best to imagine anyone but tim. his wife, a model he had a crush on as a teenager, old classmates, other capes.

but in the end all he can think about is pulling tim's green robin leggings off and being greeted by a little pink naked pussy that he promptly leaves gaping open and dripping with his heavy, white cum.

when they both came back to their senses on that concrete floor clark immediatly broke into near tears with how hard he started breathing and apologizing and self-flagellating. tim assured him it was alright. he said it hadn't been clark's fault. but clark hadn't believed him. he'd wanted to take responsibility, make up for it.

and tim had gotten this...this odd look in his eye that reminded clark uncomfortably of the look on bruce's face when something went right according to plan. somehow...tim made him promise to not tell batman, he told clark that batman could never know how badly tim screwed up.

maybe it was the drugs still in his system but clark agreed and shakily helped them both clean up and get dressed.

clark flew tim to gotham and dropped him off behind a convenience store where clark bought him a chocolate bar, a soda, and... a morning-after pill on tim's insistence. only that when clark gets up to the register to pay he doesn't have enough money. thankfully tim lent him the remaining amount.

clark felt like the ground could swallow him up with the shame he felt standing in line as tim put down a handfull of twenties but its the shame that stops the indignance from bleeding through when he realized the cashier wasn't even blinking at clark, a grown man, buying a morning after pill for tim, who was clearly a child.

gotham was a horrifying place.

tim swears him to secrecy in that parking lot and clark, in his shame, swears to never tell, believing he's doing the right thing.

but a few years later and clark still never forgets. neither does tim. maybe that's how they wind up fucking everytime they cross paths.

in the watchtower when batman brings him or when red robin is meant to lend a hand they inevitably seek each other out like two homing missiles. clark has superspeed and superhearing and its not hard for him to find them somewhere private both on the watchtower or off. even when tim and superboy, clark's pseudo son begin dating it continues.

bruce has made his displeasure at his son and clark's "son's" relationship known many times and clark is certain he would be even more displeased to know what clark was doing. so he stays quiet about regularly fucking tim's little pussy and asking him if his cock feels as good as conner's.

clark keeps quiet because he never loses the shame he feels at his and tim's affair. he's friends with tim's father, he's conner's father-

if ma or pa ever knew they'd be so disappointed. dick, bruce, and so many others would be so disappointed and conner- he'd be so hurt to know clark was fucking the boyfriend he loved so much, the one he talked to clark about marrying, about having a baby with.

it would ruin too much. destroy too much.

so clark, like the first time it happened in that remote warehouse, says nothing.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #clarktim #kontim

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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He was awakened to a soft touch at his hip, a continual motion of circles being rubbed into his skin, and he let out a groan, curling inward as a chuckle sounded behind him before a warm chest pressed up against his back, strong arms wrapping around his waist. “Bruuuuuuuce…‘s too early,” he muttered, burying half his face into his pillow. “Don’t wanna get up yet.”

The man behind him chucked again, the echo reverberating through his back. “It’s quarter to nine, darling.”

“‘m not getting up,” he retorted, and raised a hand with his pointer finger out. “And if you lean over here and kiss me, I’m going to get upset because your morning breath is atrocious.”

“You’re one to talk, Mister My-Breath-Is-Equivalent-To-A-Dragon’s-In-The-Morning.”

“Mister Wayne, you’re absolutely cruel.”

“I know, Mister Wayne,” Bruce replied, pressing a kiss to his husband’s shoulder. “But it’s for the good of the marriage.” He buried his face in his lover’s neck, pulling the covers up to their shoulders, letting sleep come over him. “One more hour though, then we’ll get up.”

He grinned like a dope and hunkered down in his husband’s arms. “Two more.”

“One.”

“You’re no fun.”

***

Sometime later, he awoke to a quiet voice. “Dad.” He tried to open his eyes. “Dad.”

“Mm?”

“Dad, wake up.”

“Which dad?” he muttered, trying to bury his face back in the pillow. “Me dad or him dad?”

“You dad.” Someone poked his eyelids apart and he rolled his eye to see his sons staring at him. “Dad,” Jason said again. “Wake up.”

He leaned away from his son’s hand and picked his head up from the pillow, blinking blearily until the world cleared and he saw a vase of flowers in Dick’s hands, a wrapped presents in Duke and Damian’s, and a balloon that read, “Happy Mother’s Day” in Tim’s hands

Sniffing, he cleared his throat and remarked, “I dunno how to tell you guys this, but your dad and I are not women. We are in fact men. And fathers.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, but if anybody is the mom in this family it’s you, dad.” He held out card. “Happy Mother’s Day, dad.”

He couldn’t help but smile fondly as he sat up, ignoring Bruce’s low whine at the loss of contact; reaching out, he took the card and opened it, reading aloud, “If he walks like a mother, talks like a mother, he’s a fucking mother. Besides, you looked better in a wedding dress than any of dad’s exes did. Happy Mother’s Day, to the best mom-dad we could ever have. We love you, ya boys.” A laugh passed his lips and he set the card down, holding out his arms. “Come mere.”

His sons set the things on the nightstand and practically catapulted themselves onto him and Bruce, who grunted at the weight of his sons, and he wrapped his arms around them. “I love all of you. Thank you for being such wonderful kids.”

Before anyone could even say, “I love you” back, Bruce piped up from beneath Jason and Tim, “What are you talking about? They’re nightmares.”

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aceofshitposts · 2 years

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happy follower milestone!!! <3

for a prompt… hmmm. jaytim, first time one (or both) of them said “i love you”?

i imagine what you were going for was something cute and i apologize deeply. warning for just hurt, baby!!!

It happens slowly at first.

Tim forgets his keys, his wallet, leaves paperwork behind in the office unsigned. It's not like him to forget things like that but he chalks it up to stress, over work, sleepless nights.

Except it only starts to get worse.

"Red, BG needs help at Main and Sixth."

Tim startles from where he was apparently just staring into space. He was... doing something. Surely. But now he can't... doesn't matter. Steph, Steph needs his help.

And he has every intention of going except...

"Jesus, Red, I needed you twenty minutes ago!"

"I..." Tim trails off, blinking back the confusion he feels in his head.

"Ugh, whatever, it's fine, I handled it but for real-" Batgirl cuts herself off, her lips settling into a thin frown and blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. Blonde?

Did Babs dye her hair? No, that isn't Babs' outfit either... Stephanie. How could Tim forget Steph??

"I think something's wrong with me," Tim says, horror dawning like the sun over the horizon.

There's Poison Ivy pollen in his system. Predictably, Tim doesn't even remember fighting Ivy recently.

She also happens to be extremely MIA.

"You can stay here, until we work out a cure," Bruce says and Tim doesn't have it in him to say he doesn't even know where else he'd go.

There's less to remember at the manor but that doesn't mean things don't keep slipping away. Tim starts writing things down. Anything, everything he can think of. From his mother's hair colour to the patrol route he used to take as Robin.

(Used to...? He still... Wait...)

"Do you know who I am today?"

Tim looks up from where he's been studying old photos.

"Jason Peter Todd, second Robin, current kind of crime lord Red Hood," Tim recites, counting off points on his fingers. "You bring me coffee at work and on patrol, sometimes."

Jason sits down heavily on the bed, causing Tim to bounce. "That's certainly an improvement over yesterday."

"It comes and goes," Tim shrugs, feigning indifference. He goes back to the photos, trying to remember where and when he took them... Robinson Park, maybe?

"Hey," Jason says, pulling Tim in until he collapses against Jason's side. "I know it's scary, but B is gonna find you a cure, alright?"

It hits Tim, suddenly, what if they don't? What if Tim is like this, worse than this for the rest of his life. Tim will fade away, living on only in the memories of the people he loved, and some blank slate will take his place.

It becomes suddenly important Jason knows. Knows exactly what Tim thinks, has thought, about him for years now. He can't let Jason think something of him that isn't true.

"Jay," Tim says, the urgency building like a coiled spring. "Even if I forget, you can't, okay? I love you so much."

Jason presses his face into Tim's hair. "I won't, Babybird. Promise."

Tim blinks.

"Promise what?"

#THEY DO CURE TIM i wouldn't do that to you guys not really but #sometimes the hurt part is the most interesting part LMAO #jaytim #250 follower special #astrix writes #i'm so fucking sorry lmao #also if u wanna really wrench the knife this is only what tim thinks is the first time ;)

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Library of Ashes

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason takes an interest in the family business (Gotham’s oldest library) when he stumbles upon a secret collection of journals, photo albums, and a book written by his mother.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Kate Kane, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Lonnie Machin, Original Character(s)

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Library AU, No Capes AU, World Travel, Jason Todd-centric, Third Person POV, Hurt Jason Todd, Jason Todd Has Issues, Angst, Mystery, Mentioned Catherine Todd, Mentioned Willis Todd, Mentioned Sheila Haywood, Claustrophobic Jason Todd

Chapter Five: Memory Lane

Jason poured rum into a coffee mug while he waited for his coffee to brew. Frowning as he held the cool mug to his forehead, he reopened Catherine’s journal. “Baby’s first beach trip. Jason is four years old, but he’s always been a baby to me. There’s something magical about the lapping of waves against the shore on a hot summer day. Lying in a beach chair with a drooling Jason sleeping on my chest, slowing my heartbeat. My fingers tangled in glossy, obsidian, saltwater curls. Jason’s tiny fist wrapped around the thick strap of my one-piece.

Then, it washed over me like chills. In Jason's world… I was his. Jason couldn’t remember anyone else before me… So, I promised myself I’d be everything Jason needed.”

Jason shook his head, blinking away tears. “If you aren’t—. Who are you?” Jason whispered to himself.

He hid her journal between his travel logs in his suitcase. The coffee machine stopped, and Jason poured some from the pot in his mug. Jason sipped his coffee, skimming other journals, scripts, and photo albums. Jason must’ve looked through every box before he found it. Jason opened the three-prong binder and looked through the photographs in the plastic slots. He didn’t recognize the photographs… but Jason knew it was his father’s. He took another sip of his coffee. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Shit… That—. Sheila was—. That’s what she was trying to—.” Jason pressed his palms against his eyelids. “I should’ve known it was her.”

When Jason was fifteen, he took a trip with a volunteer relief program that paired him with Dr. Sheila Haywood for the summer. Sheila took a personal interest in him, taking him to medical debriefings as her assistant. They spent so much time together that he almost ran away to travel with her. Sheila gave him a purpose at the lowest point in his life and got snatched away before Jason could tell her what she meant to him. That summer changed him in ways he couldn’t explain.

Jason set the album aside and dug through his suitcase for a carefully-wrapped vinyl. He placed it on the record player and closed his eyes. “Show the World,” by Boo and the Tru-Tones. That would’ve been the first song at their wedding. Jason listened to it every day after their engagement. It was Sanaa’s favorite song, so he went over every note and word, envisioning what it would feel like to dance with her. Jason closed his eyes, pretending to strum his old blue Yamaha guitar. It felt like Sanaa was there whenever he played the song. She pulled him out of his silent, grim attitude. She sat on his knee, whispering sweet nothings. He giggled at the sensation of her lips against his ear.

Jason lay in the chair until his alarm woke him. He stretched his arms and legs, groaning as he showered and dressed. Jason slicked his wet curls back, trying to distance himself from his childhood style. Tears filled his eyes as he was overwhelmed with his final memories of Gotham before he left. He stomped downstairs, meeting his family and family friends, staring expectantly. “Tim, I want you at the front desk today. Barbara, you’re upstairs with me. Dick, I want you at the children’s center—.”

“Are we not gonna address the elephant in the room or our fight the other day?” Dick asked.

“I’ll put it to a vote. Show of hands… Who wants to waste fifteen minutes listening to me whine about my life?” Jason asked.

Stephanie and Dick raised their hands, but Barbara and Tim shrugged. Lonnie blinked hard. “Okay. Stephanie, I want you at desk two. Lonnie, you’re the IT guy, so I don’t think it matters where you sit as long as you do your thing.”

“Quick question. Who are you, and how do you know which one of us is which?” Stephanie questioned.

“I know Dick and Barbara. You’re the only girl I don’t know. So you’re obviously Stephanie. I don’t have to know which of these guys is which because they’ll do their jobs, and I’ll eventually figure it out,” Jason answered, “We could wear name tags, but that feels stupid.” Stephanie nodded. Once they dispersed, Barbara and Jason took the elevator with Barbara upstairs to the apartment. “Did Kate give you the rundown on the books in the crawlspace?”

Barbara sifted through the piles and glanced at Jason. She took a clipboard, laptop, and phone out of her bag. “I could use you as a guest speaker at the trauma survivor’s group,” Barbara replied.

“I’m not a trauma survivor,” Jason replied as he glanced up from a photo album.

“Jason… You’re talking to me,” Barbara mumbled, “I know what happened to you… Remember?”

“Are you talking about Bruce? If not, I don’t want to talk about it,” Jason replied. Barbara cocked her head.

“What do you mean?” Barbara questioned.

“You don’t think Bruce locking me away until I turned eighteen was abuse? I wasn’t allowed to leave the manor, Barbara. I don’t even—. The night I left—.” Jason gagged and shook his head as he forced back tears. “You don’t want me to speak at that group, because I’m not surviving. I’m barely living.”

“Jason—.”

“Don’t ask me again,” Jason interrupted. He stood and resumed his perusal of the stack of journals on his hammock. Barbara’s eyes followed Jason’s movements.

“Where did you go first?” Barbara asked to change the subject.

The question took the weight off Jason’s shoulders. “I went to Greenland. I was there for all of October and November. I don’t remember it well,” Jason answered.

“When did you start feeling okay?” Barbara questioned.

Jason smiled and shook his head. “I fell in love in Saint Lucia,” Jason whispered, “Love of my life… She was everything. I remember our first date—. Sanaa—. Her name was Sanaa. She took me to a couple’s massage. I thought she was out of her mind, but the massage therapist started working on me and—. I don’t know what it was. I started sobbing, and she reached over and grabbed my hand. I thought she’d be turned off by the whole thing, but—.” Jason trailed off. He shut his eyes, remembering the feeling of her lips against his skin. Sanaa was his first and only lover. He couldn’t bear to have another.

“Jason?” Barbara whispered.

“Her death was so sudden… I screamed so loud that I had a vocal cord hemorrhage. I couldn’t speak at her funeral but wrote something for her. From the moment I met her, there was no past. No pain. I was okay… And then she died, and I’m worse. I’m much worse off,” Jason whispered. Barbara frowned.

“Worse than when you left?” Barbara questioned. Jason nodded.

“Have you considered talking to a professional?”Jason scoffed. “I know what’s wrong with me. I lost my mom and dad, I got the shit kicked out of me at fifteen, and I spent the following two and a half years locked away in the manor… My fiance died, and I got stabbed… PTSD. It’s a symptom of the shitty life I’ve led and everything I’ve ever lost. That’s my life, Barbara. I can’t fix that. I can’t change it,” Jason laughed. The hurt in his voice left Barbara at a loss for words. Jason’s lips twitched into a frown.

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bluebellhairpin · 3 years

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Not Jealous

Bruce Wayne X Batmom!Reader

A/N: So I worked on this instead of like, five other things that people want but hey - gal’s gotta have her vices. - Nemo

Summary: Even after years of fancy gatherings, Bruce wants nothing more than to give in to his introvert nature and run away from them. You however, have taught him that after sticking it out, they might not be so bad.

Warnings: Flirting. Bruce get’s jealous but not really ‘cause Batman doesn’t get jealous. Reader has she/her pronouns and is referred to as uh ‘wife’ multiple times.

Listening to: ‘Can’t Take My Eye’s Off You’ by Frankie Valli - ‘Pardon the way that I stare, there's nothin' else to compare... You're just too good to be true.’

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Gala’s were something that Bruce never really liked.

As Bruce Wayne - the billionaire, playboy, golden child, Prince of Gotham - he couldn’t get to enough of them.

As Batman - the brooding, ‘I work alone but not really’, Protector of Gotham - he avoided them at all costs.

But as himself - the friend, father, husband, Bruce - his thoughts on such events could only be described as apathetic.

Over the years he grew a very nice façade to hide how he truly felt. After the entrance of his wife, and then each child that followed, it became easier to fake, and he did have to admit they became a little more enjoyable with proper company anyway.

Of course, the first time he saw she who would be his wife at one of these events, she was hanging off the arm of some blond, tanned, rich member of high society. From his knowledge and meetings with her on the streets she wasn’t exactly supposed to be enjoying it as much as she looked like she was.

Turns out she was one great faker too.

Over the course of the past seventeen-ish years, Bruce got to know the various ways you dealt with these gala’s.

While he was tempted with the recluse lifestyle everyday, you managed to get him out of the house when it was needed. Even if it was a big house, he still needed to get out of it sometimes.

With the outings you used to force him on, he was able to learn a thing or two from you. You weren’t born into wealth like he was, and you never had it until you married him, but you took to it like a fish to water. Well, the avoiding attention part anyway. In fact, when it came to going to gala’s with you, he was surprised at how little attention you drew when you didn’t want it.

The first time you went as a couple, and then again as a married couple, were the worst as far as being left alone went, and he did expect it. Newspapers craved that sort of thing.

After that, when it was just him and you, the most you were asked of was the journey between the car and the front door thanks to the press and media - once inside you could sulk away to a corner or table, get up for a dance or two, loiter at the bar and then go home without anymore than a half dozen people approaching. Those were very good nights for Bruce, mainly because on those nights he’d rather be anywhere else.

As if he didn’t feel that way about them anyway.

But lately your trick of not gaining attention at the gala’s wasn’t working anymore. It wasn’t that people were noticing him again, no it was because they were noticing you.

Namely someone kept noticing you.

“You both have never looked more alike.”

Tim slid into a set opposite Bruce and Damian. Bruce had a crystal tumbler filled with ginger ale pressed to his lips, unmoving as his eyes locked onto where you stood across the room. Damian was in the exact same position, whether knowingly or not, and was sending a glare towards the man who was looking far too happy about talking to you.

“We are kind of literally related, Tim.” Bruce mumbled, sipping his drink before setting it down and leaning back in his seat.

“He’s too close.” Damian whispered.

“I know.”

“She could get uncomfortable soon.”

“I know.”

“If it bothers you so much then either of you could go over there and whisk her away.” Tim said, shaking his head a little. “Bruce could pull out his charisma, or the gremlin could pretend to ask for a dance with his mother all cute and mother-son-like.”

Damian switched his glare over to Tim.

“Why don’t you go and fix it since you’re so smart?”

“‘Cause it’s not bothering me as much as it is you.” Tim laughed. Bruce looked between his two sons, then up to where you and the man were talking. “She can handle herself. Plus he’s way below her league anyway, if she doesn’t know that then something’s wrong.”

“You don’t think Ummi’s being mind controlled right now, do you?” Damian asked, sitting straighter and squinting a little. “We should go home and -”

Bruce stood, patting Damian’s shoulder as he pushed his chair back in, and then strode over to your side.

As usual, you noticed his approach with barely having to look, and reached out an arm as he pressed his side to yours. His arm wound it’s way around your waist, and he offered his free hand to the man whose conversation he probably just ruined.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Bruce Wayne.” he said, lips tight in one of the best and believable fake smiles he’s put on in his entire life.

“Henry Syrus.” The man said, stepping to match Bruce’s fake pleasantries with his own, “I was just having the most wonderful conversation with your darling wife about the art pieces here.

“Next time you should compare novelty keychains.” Bruce’s voice was light, but you could tell there was a little something underneath. “I’m afraid I’ll have to take her away for a dance before the night dies down too much.”

So without another word, Bruce swept you away and onto the dancefloor with the hoard of other swaying couples.

“You need to practice that.”

“Practice what?” he asked, looking down at you as his fingers intertwined with yours.

“The ‘I’m taking my wife away from someone who makes me feel like they’re making her feel weird’ thing you just pulled.” you said, a small smile twitching onto your features from your lips up to your eyes - your first genuine smile of the night - and Bruce was proud to think it was because of him.

“I did that?” he mused, feigning thought for a moment, “I don’t think I did.”

“Well you weren’t jealous. Everyone - including you! - says Bruce Wayne does not get jealous.” Bruce spun you away, and then back closer to him again. Closer than before.

“I don’t need to get jealous, I know you can’t resist me.” he mumbled against your ear, then pressed a kiss to your cheekbone before leaning back some again. “That’s why you keep sticking around.”

“I thought I stuck around because you’re filthy rich and never at home, so that I have the place to do as I please.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, chuckling, “Now you’re really teasing me.”

“I’m just getting started.” you said, a sly glint in your eye that made his arm around you tighten.

“Oh? Dare I ask what else you have in store?” he replied, preparing to meet whatever you came up with. You hummed at him, surveying the room and fellow dancers before looking back up at him again.

“I’m gonna take you home, pull you into our bedroom, and take you out of this monkey suit -”

“- it’s a tux, not a suit -”

“- I’m going to take you out of this tuxedo,” you corrected, tugging on his tie as he smiled down at you, “And then we’re gonna sleep for twelve. Whole. Hours.” He groaned.

“You love me so much. You know exactly what to say. You treat me so well.”

“I know.” you said, smiling up at him. He couldn’t help but press his lips to yours in something a little longer than a peck, and you hummed again. “Now you’re making Henry jealous with all the faces you’re making.”

“How can you tell, you can’t see him?” he asked. Looking over, he was able to see that, yes, the man you were with before wasn’t looking incredibly happy at the moment.

“I’m a mother of at least five children, Bruce. And I have to deal with you. I can tell when someone’s glaring at my back.”

“I do glare a lot.” He grimaced. “I should’ve known better.”

“Underestimate me again and you’ll pay for it.”

“And if I do then you can name your price, my dear.”

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Sad Ending

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Death, blood, injuries, what have you.

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: When you're reunited with Damian after year's of being apart, what he doesn't know is that you're there to say goodbye

A/N: This didn't quite turn out how it played out in my head but ig that's partly because I wasn't able to put in the filler parts in between cuz it just didn't fit. In hindsight I could've written a few more k's of words to fit it in but I reached my limit so I hope y'all enjoy it.

Your eyes were trained onto the figure in the crowd of the gala. The same figure it had been pinned to for a few weeks now and it would continue to be that way for as long as you could.

Damian Wayne was just as beautiful as you remembered him, with sharp eyes and a gorgeous face that had your heart leaping to your throat with a simple look. But you believed that the world wasn’t blessed with eyes gifted enough to see the true beauty of him.

A beauty that only someone who knew him on the inside would.

Everything about him was compelling, gorgeous, familiar. You watched him from afar in longing, wishing that you could go up to him but still you kept your distance, fearing the worst if he knew you were here.

Still, you remained selfish, indulging in your desires to get whatever glimpse of him that you could. You kept him away from you however, knowing that once you got a taste of him, you wouldn't be able to pull back.

But it was tough, you had missed him, so much.

Even so, you were content simply watching him.

You thought you were sneaky, that Damian didn't notice. Of course, you overestimated yourself, or underestimated him. And of course, in the traditional Wayne fashion, you had to expose yourself in the most dramatic and eccentric way possible.

The famous Damian Wayne, son of reputable and not to mention rich Bruce Wayne was attacked at the bank by a bunch of thugs, armed with weapons. The security was taken out swiftly and you imagined that Damian would quickly disarm the man threatening him with a knife.

Instead, he made no move, not even bothering to look remotely interested and just held up his hands like he was bored. The bandit, trigger-happy and confused, pulled back the blade in his hand, to try and stab him.

The crowd gasped and whimpered but were silenced by the man pointing a gun at them. Damian still didn't look phased. Instead, he lazily tilted his head until his eyes locked on your figure, hidden in the shadows. You stopped dead, watching carefully as he stared at you, completely tuning out the man putting his life in peril.

When the thug moved again, to try and stab him and Damian still didn't make any move, you leaped from your place before your mind could even process it, wedging yourself between the both of them and quickly disarming the man.

He fell to the ground, screaming in pain when you knocked the weapon out of his hands and then twisted his arm, hearing the painful crack of his shoulder getting pulled out of its socket.

You glared at the man behind you from the corner of your eye, "You could've gotten hurt."

He shrugged, "I knew you'd step in to protect me."

You scoffed, "You put a lot of faith in someone you haven't seen in years."

He just smirked in the infuriating way you knew he would before moving from behind you as more men came at you. With his help it didn't take long before they were all on the ground, either knocked out or groaning in pain.

"Um, can someone call an ambulance for these guys?"

When you turned, Damian was watching you with a small smile and your heart fluttered in your chest. You should've kept him at an arm's distance, you should have left but in the moment all you wanted to do was be in his arms.

Before you could even help yourself, you crashed into his chest like a falling star, wrapping your arms around his waist and breathing in the familiar scent of him. He held you tightly against him, cradling your head lovingly and gently pressed a kiss to your hairline.

"The league." You whispered to him, remembering why you were here.

Damian shushed you, tightening his arms around you and you were in a safe haven, sighing in relief against him. For a second, all the fear and guilt you had been feeling melted away.

Nothing else mattered as long as you were in his arms.

"We can discuss it back at home, (Y/N)." He muttered, now pulling away so he could lead you away from the police and reporters to his car.

You stared at your fingers intertwined with Damián’s, the engagement ring on your finger glimmering brightly under the sunlight and smiled unconsciously.

"I missed you." You sighed, feeling his fingers tighten around yours. Damian spared you another smile over his shoulder before you caught up with him, leaning into his arm.

"Me too, beloved."

****

"You should get some rest, beloved." Damian muttered, as the others began leaving the room. Your shoulders were still tense but you managed a smile, nodding at him.

"I'll just wash up and join you."

He smiled gently at you, raising your hand and placing a fluttering kiss to your knuckles before leaving. You watched the door as it slid shut and it was only then you let your expressions melt back onto your face.

"You may have the others fooled, but don't think for a second that you've pulled the wall over my eyes." Came from behind you and you froze, eyes widening.

You spun around to see Damian's brother, Tim, inch his way closer to you, figure stiff and guard up.

"Because Damian knows you, I'll assume your identity to be true. Damian was quick to trust you and the others followed suit but something's not adding up. Why are you here?"

His eyes were sharp and his gaze cut right through you. You didn't realize it but your hands were shaking even though you tried hard to maintain your composure.

"I—I told you," You croaked, cringing at your suddenly choked voice, "I was giving up on this life. I'm turning over a new leaf and hiding from the League until that happens."

"Then why come here?"

"I told you—"

"I don't believe you. You know why? Here's the problem with your story." He spoke, coolly, "Take it as a puzzle. The puzzle pieces all fit, but the picture, doesn't make sense. Why come here? When you're on the run from the League of Assassins no less?"

You were floundering, quite pathetically you might add, unable to think when your mind was flurrying so violently. It didn't help that Tim was speaking in such a condescending and strict manner that it intimidated you.

"Here's what I think happened; either you're here to lead the League to Damian, waiting until he's vulnerable and his guard is down to strike." He spat, "Or, you're not running from them at all. You're waiting until they find you."

You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his, "You can't tell Damian."

"Since you even tried to entertain the fact that I'd hide Damian means that it's the latter. But why?"

"I was hand-chosen by Talia to be Damian's betrothed since birth. They handed me down to one of the main sergeants to be raised as their own. Except, they weren't that happy to have me." You explained, watching as his features smoothened over with realization.

The gears in his head were turning and you could only assume what was going on in his mind. He was a great detective; you could understand why he had Ra's' acknowledgement. But that made you all the more nervous, trembling hands holding onto the material of your shirt tightly.

"I was raised by them to be the perfect daughter, the perfect wife. As the person who was going to continue the 'Al Ghul' bloodline. However, soon after I was already perceived as a failure." You murmured, keeping your voice low in fear of any other Wayne's poking their head around and over-hearing.

"When Damian left the League to stay with Bruce." Tim realized and you nodded.

"Things just got worse after that. I sustained an injury from a mission and couldn't walk for a few months. My step-family was called on a mission for the last few of my recovery. When they returned, they were unaware of my progress but I decided to keep up the act that I was still unable to take care of myself. It was a few nights after that I heard them plotting to kill me since I became a liability and a shame to the family."

The man in front of you chuckled humourlessly, rubbing his tired face with his palm, "What kind of fucked up Cinderella story is this?"

You shared his sentiment, "Only difference to the original is that my prince never came. So, I had to take matters into my own hand."

Tim's eyes widened, "(Y/N), why is the league after you?"

You released a shuddering breath, "Damian can't find out."

He bristled, "Damian would protect you."

"And that's exactly why he can't find out. Damian would die to protect me, and if he tries to step in that's exactly what's going to happen."

"Then why come here? Why bring it to our home?"

You hid your face in your hands, "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to be selfish one last time. I was completely content with just watching him from a distance, I guess I overestimated my abilities. When we met, I was hoping he'd turn me away. I was hoping he'd tell me that he moved on and never wanted to see me again. I was hoping he'd tell me that he didn't feel anything for me."

Your eyes began watering and you felt the urge to hide and cry. Everything was getting messed up. Guilt took over you when you remembered how bright Damian's face was when he saw you, how right his hand felt in yours. How could you do this to him?

"Damian would want to know." Tim told you softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder but your body stiffened up. He couldn't find out. He just couldn't.

"Are you really willing to put the life of your brother at risk for a girl you just met today?"

"You seem awfully keen to die." He commented, and you felt slight grief at his words. Of course, you didn't want to die. Not now, not when you were finally back in Damian's arms. Not ever.

You sniffled, biting your lip, "Damian shouldn't have to pay for my sins. I do."

His hand tightened on your shoulder and you found comfort in the warmth you could feel through your clothes, "I'll keep your secret."

Sighing in relief, you hugged him tightly, "Thank you."

****

When Damian woke up, his eyes flickered between the lamp beside him on the nightstand and then to the window. It was still dark outside, he assumed that he was woken up because of his usual schedule. It wasn't like him to miss patrol but the others suggested that he take a day off to rest.

He turned his neck to see that you weren't in bed beside him and wondered if last night had been a dream. It wouldn't have been the first time that he dreamt of you being by his side. But he remembered how much his heart pounded, he remembered feeling shocks all over his skin when he touched you.

And then he noticed the way the other side of the bed was mussed up, like someone had been sleeping there and he absently reached for that side, running his fingers up and down the fabric like he would be able to feel some residual warmth from your body.

Instead, the pads of his fingers came into contact with something coarse. His brows furrowed and he grabbed it between his fingers, realizing it was a folded piece of paper. Squinting and sitting up, he got a better look at it, recognizing his name scrawled in your handwriting.

'Damian.

I'm sorry that you'll have to find out this way but the League found my location a little earlier than expected. I'm going into hiding tonight. It's likely we'll never see each other again. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you this in person. Even though I know this is a missed opportunity for it and I should have summoned up the courage to say goodbye, I just couldn't stand the thought. And I couldn't watch myself break your heart. Please forgive me for this. I never wanted our lives to turn out this way, but I can't keep running away from reality and towards my desires anymore. You deserve so much more than I could ever even hope to offer you. And I know this is another mistake I'm making, but I left the ring you gave me. Thank you for giving it to me, but I think it belongs to someone else.

I love you, and I'm sorry.

-(Y/N)'

His heart rate picked up, skimming over the words a few more times. This had to be some sort of trick, he tried to decipher your words, tried to see if there were any clues, any codes but his heart clenched in his chest when he realized there was none. He pulled back the covers in a frantic motion and sure enough, the engagement ring you were given on your 18th was glimmering, abandoned by you.

Blood hammered through his ears and he threw off the covers, getting to his feet and sprinting through the doors. His feet pounded against the hardwood floors and then the metal floors of the Batcave.

"Damian? What're you doing up?" Dick asked, raising a brow as Damian marched his way down to the Bat Computer before pushing Tim out of the way and pulling up the Manor security cameras. You had managed to avoid all of them. Of course.

"We have to find (Y/N)." He said, not turning his eyes off the screen.

"(Y/N)? Wasn't she in bed with you?"

"If she was in my bed then I wouldn't be down here trying to find her, now would I?!" He bit back and then held out the note for Dick to read. Once he got through it, Dick squeezed his younger brother's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"Don't worry, Little D, we'll find her."

"Damian, she said she doesn't want to be found. Don't you think you should listen to her and trust that she knows what's best?" Tim asked from behind him, hoping to get his brother to relax but Damian's back tensed up before he turned to his brother.

"You know something."

Tim froze, "What?"

But before he could even think of a cover story, Damian was grasping him by his collar, holding him to eye level to look the devil's grandson in the eye, "What are you not telling me, Drake?"

Realizing he's been caught, Tim pushed his hands off him, turning so that his back was facing him, "Doesn't matter. (Y/N) said she didn't want you to find out and I promised her."

He felt a little helpless watching Tim's back facing him. He didn't feel like himself. Every second that Damian spent away from you, when he knew that you could be in trouble had every part of him, every fibre of his being, every cell in his body ache with a pain he had never felt before.

Never in his life would he have thought that he would be brought to his knees by someone. But you held all the power over him and Damian would gladly kneel before you, his queen. And now he couldn't stand being away from you, he couldn't bear the ache in his nerves when he couldn't feel your skin under his.

"Tim." The silence in the cave was deafening as everyone looked between the two youngest brothers, "Please."

It was then Tim began doubting his choice. He bit his lip uncertainly, avoiding Damian's gaze and he looked to his feet, "She said she didn't want you to find out."

"Tell me."

And he did.

****

Your fingers were curled tightly around the handle of your sword, breaths coming out in sharp labours as you tried to deflect each of their offenses. There were too many of them, too many for you to take and even though you were able to dodge and counter most of their attacks, there could still hit you.

You were bloodied and shaking but you still refused to give up without a fight. They'd regret ever underestimating you, ever thinking that you were nothing more than a way to continue the Al Guhl bloodline. You were much more than that and they'd only see a fraction of it tonight.

Your resolved hardened in your veins as you sliced through another soldier, feeling more determined to get through this fight as the victor. Even though deep down you knew that it wouldn't change the end of your life, they'd never stop trying to hunt you down. But at least this way you'd put up a fight.

It was getting harder and harder to keep up the momentum, your speed and agility was retarding fast and decelerating with each hit you took. The wounds and cuts etched into your skin burned as you moved, blood dripping down your arms and legs.

Your body began going rigid, shocking in its movements momentarily as you kept flipping and manoeuvring yourself to doge the hits. That came to be a fatal mistake when your body locks up when you blocked one of the assassins, swords clashing together in the familiar sound of metal on metal.

Another came at you and your joints were locked in place, unable to move. Your mind blanked out and before you could slide the sword out to counter the other you heard someone scream your name.

You felt arms wrap tightly around your middle.

You saw green eyes.

And then you felt piercing pain in through your chest.

Damian heard you gasp in his ear and his grunt of pain echoed through your head as the katana went through him. Tears immediately clouded your vision when you felt fire burn across your middle, the blade of the sword buried into you as a painful reminder.

"Damian." You sobbed when you felt his knees buckle against yours. His body wanted to collapse, he couldn't stay standing much longer but you knew that if either of you moved, in an unsynced motion from each other, it could cause more pain to the other.

It was getting harder to breathe. You were choking on your own blood as the metallic taste filled your mouth. The sword had gone through Damian's lower abdomen but it had gone straight through your chest.

Your fingers dug into the back of his shirt, crying out into his neck, "Why did you come here?! Why didn't you stay away?"

With trembling fingers, he raised your chin so that your eyes would meet his. He was crying, the scorching pain forcing out more tears. Even then he wrenched a smile on his face.

"There's no one else in the entire universe I'd want by my side more than you. The ring is yours, my love."

Like as if on que, both your bodies crumbled towards the ground. The sword moved painfully through you and a garbled shriek left your mouth, muffled by the blood crawling up your throat.

Your head fell to Damian's chest and you heard the sound of his faint heartbeat, the sound getting farther and farther away as minutes passed. His arms were still wrapped around your waist in a lover's grasp, bodies pinned together until eventually everything went black.

Your prince came back for you this time.

What a shame the story had a sad ending.

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mochegato · 3 years

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Truth so Cold

Continuation of The Night of the Consequences

Well if this didn’t give him flashbacks… blitzed to high heaven on some drug and unable to stop the undeniable truths from coming out in the bluntest way possible. No softening these truths, they were just out there. Except this time it was Marinette instead of him and the only thing Jason could think was thank God she is such an honestly, amazingly, sweet person because otherwise this could get ugly.

“And I just think you and Adrien would be so happy together, because, like, you’re a dork and he’s a dork and you’re both so sweet and supportive and you both need that,” Marinette slurred as she leaned into Duke’s space.

His cheeks had a slight red to them when he pushed her back onto her chair. “Thanks, Mari.”

“And!” She bounced in her seat as she continued. “And you guys make each other laugh so much and neither can stop smiling and you’re both so adorable and blushy around each other.” She poked his cheek. “Just like that.”

“Okay, yeah, I got it. I’m a hot mess around him,” Duke rolled his eyes, his cheeks getting darker.

“It’s okay,” Marinette mumbled, collapsing onto the kitchen island. “He is around you too. You two are going to be so sickeningly cutesy even Dick is going to get sick of it.”

After a few minutes, Marinette still hadn’t moved. “You okay there, Cupcake,” Dick asked gently.

Marinette didn’t bother lifting her head off the cool surface of the kitchen island to respond to him. She just let out an affirmative hum and continued to bask in the cooling sensation the marble from the island had on her chest and face as she pressed both into it. Suddenly she jumped up with so much force she almost fell off her chair, and would have if Duke hadn’t caught her. “Cupcakes! Oh my God, Dick, you’re brilliant! We need to make cupcakes!”

She jumped off the chair, only not falling due to Duke’s lunged catch, and stumbled to the kitchen, her eyes wide and wild. She started pulling ingredients out before Dick could stop her. “Maybe now isn’t the best time for cupcakes, Cupcake.”

“Cupcakes and movies, Dick! It goes together like… peanut butter and… pickles.” Marinette waved her hand at Dick, which wouldn’t have been that concerning, except she had already started measuring out the flour and had the overflowing measuring cup in her hand as she motioned to him, leading to flour all over Dick and the floor.

Tim stared at her aghast. He turned to Duke and mouthed, “peanut butter and pickles?”

Duke shrugged and grabbed the measuring cup out of her hand. “Peanut butter and pickles go together well?”

Marinette looked up at him with a furrowed brow. “That sounds absolutely disgusting, Duke. You Americans and your bizarre combinations.”

Duke opened his mouth to respond but snapped it shut. It wasn’t worth the effort. Jason chuckled at him from his spot leaning against the doorframe. “Yeah, maybe no baking when there’s Americans in the kitchen, just to be safe.”

Marinette nodded in understanding. “Good idea,” she agreed, sending Duke another glare.

Jason swooped in and kissed her temple. “You go sit down. I’ll make popcorn. From a bag so I can’t mess it up with my American taste,” Jason promised.

Marinette looked up at him with a lopsided, lovesick smile. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, Pix. Go ahead and sit down.” Marinette nodded and skipped to the couch.

Jason slapped Tim’s shoulder and nodded toward her pointedly. Tim nodded in understanding and followed after her. He hadn’t even made it to the couch when he started making choking noises. “Uhhhh, Jason?”

Jason groaned and turned to Tim. It had been a whole two seconds and he couldn’t handle it? What the hell could be so bad? He let out a surprised grunt and leapt toward her to pull the shirt back down. She had managed to get it over her bra before Jason reached her. “Let’s keep that on, huh?”

“But it’s hot in here.” She pouted. Suddenly, she looked up at him, her pout morphing into a sultry smile. “And you’re hot in here.” She started to pull his shirt up.

“Thank you. So are you,” Jason offered her a strained smile as he pulled his shirt back down and held it down so she couldn’t pull it up.

“Yeah, I know.” Jason couldn’t stop the bark of laughter he let out at her response. “That’s why I wanted to take my shirt off.”

Dick leaned over to Duke with a concerned grimace. “Wow I did not expect the pain killers to hit this hard. This must be why she didn’t want to take any. Now I kind of feel bad I got her to take them.”

Tim’s eyes widened and his head whipped over to Dick. “What do you mean you got her to take them? We agreed I would get her to take them.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t making progress so I put them in that hot chocolate she just drank,” he shrugged. Getting Marinette to take any kind of pain killer was almost as difficult as getting Bruce to take one. No, actually, Bruce was much better about it than Marinette was. Which made absolutely no sense. Bruce had a huge secret to protect and lots of other people’s secrets to protect as well. And Marinette was an open book. She had nothing to hide. There was no reason to be so stubborn.

Tim’s mouth dropped and he punched Dick in the shoulder. “Idiot! I put them in her last cup of hot chocolate.”

Dick’s head whipped back to Marinette with a wince. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah, ‘oh shit,’” Jason growled at him. “I’m going to kick your ass later. But for right now, you need to leave, because if you see something you’re not supposed to, I’ll do more than just kick your ass.”

“Right. Right. Got it.” Dick smacked Tim in the shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Let us know if you need anything,” Tim gave him a strained smile before disappearing through the door.

Marinette pouted. “You made them go away. They’re fun. I like your brothers.” She leaned in to whisper to Jason conspiratorially. “I’m trying to set Adrien up with Duke.”

“Yeah, Pix. I know. Everyone knows. They know. They’re going on a date next week.”

“Yay!” she cheered. “They’re going to fall in love and get married and have babies. Adrien’s always wanted to be a dad.” She turned to Jason with wide excited eyes and started bouncing, or rather tried to start bouncing. She fell over onto the couch after the first bounce. “Jason! I’m going to be an aunt! Isn’t that so exciting! Oh my God. I need to get ready. I should start designing baby clothes.”

“That’s… I think you can wait on that for a bit, Pixie.” Marinette looked up at him with an exaggerated pout. “Until tomorrow. Today is for cuddling, right?” He dropped onto the couch next to her and opened up his arms in invitation.

Marinette giggled and dove into his arms, knocking him back against the arm of the couch with her momentum. She gave a contented sigh and snuggled further into his arms. “Okay. Snuggles today, designing tomorrow.” After a few minutes, during which time Jason had hoped she’d fallen asleep, she spoke up again. “But I’m still sad they left. We were going to have a movie night.”

“We can still have a movie night just the two of us,” Jason offered instead.

Marinette smiled and cuddled close to his chest, craning her neck up to look at him. “I love our movie nights. I love everything about you.”

“I love you too, Pixie.” He cradled her cheeks and brought her closer to him. He stroked her cheeks gently and laid a gentle kiss on her lips.

Marinette hummed happily. “But I wanted to hang out with your family tonight too.”

Jason sighed in defeat. He wasn’t going to be able to distract her. Once she got something in her head, it was nearly impossible to get her to move on until she’d seen it through to completion. “Well, you aren’t exactly watching what you say right now and I don’t know how good your secret keeping skills are right now.”

Marinette’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “oh.”

“Oh yeah. They don’t know about me.” She looked up at Jason with wide, frightened eyes. “They can’t know I’m Ladybug.”

“I know, babe,” Jason assured her gently. He rubbed light circles on her back to try to get her to relax. “That’s why I sent them away.”

“If they figure out I’m Ladybug they might figure out I’m the Guardian and nobody can know that. I’m still trying to figure out the best time to tell you. But, I don’t want to tell you because you might get mad at me for not telling you sooner or you might think I didn’t tell you because I don’t trust you or love you. Then you’re going to break up with me and we’ll never get married and have two kids and adopt one or two more and get a dog and a house.”

“You’re the Guardian?” Jason exclaimed loudly.

“Shhh.” She waved her arms wildly at him to get him to quiet down. “You’re not supposed to know that.”

“Oh okay. I don’t,” he snarked, rolling his eyes.

“Oh good.” She let out a relieved sigh and slumped back onto the couch.

He narrowed his eyes at her and pointed a finger in her face. “But, we’re going to talk about it later,” he warned her.

“Okay… talk about what?” She looked up at him with innocent eyes.

Jason stared at her for a few seconds waiting for her to crack and start laughing, but she was serious. “About how much I love you.” He offered instead

Marinette smiled at him. “I love you too, Jason. So much. You’re so smart and sweet and funny and loving and brave and handsome. You're so sexy.” Her face scrunched up as she examined his face critically. “You’re too hot to be real.” She poked his cheek a few times. “Your face is so beautiful.” She grabbed his face rougher than she meant to and smooshed his cheeks together.

“Very real,” Jason mumbled through his smooshed cheeks. He gently pulled her hands off his face and kissed the inside wrist of each. He moved her hands down to rest on his chest. “And very yours, Pixie.”

She beamed at him and leaned in to give him a kiss, but before she reached him she looked down, her eyes widening in realization. “And your abs!” She pulled his shirt up to admire his abs. She ran her hands over them in awe. “You have more muscles in your abs than I have in my entire body!”

Jason barked out a laugh. “That’s definitely not true, but thank you.”

Marinette didn’t look up to acknowledge his statement. She was instead staring at his thighs. “And your thighs! They should be illegal.” She reached out tentatively to touch one as if she was afraid of how strong they were, despite the fact that she was currently sitting on his thighs. He flexed his thigh just before her fingers made contact. Marinette squeaked and jumped back, almost falling off the couch, which she would have done if Jason hadn’t reached out and pulled her back into his chest before she fell too far.

She could feel his chest rumbling with laughter and pouted at him for a few seconds before joining him in laughter. She snuggled into his chest again and his arms naturally found their way around her waist. After a few minutes, Marinette spoke up again. “Sometimes when I look at you I feel like crying.”

“Mari...”

“But why cry when I can kiss you,” she grinned at him. He grinned back and pulled her in for another kiss.

Marinette sighed happily and settled back onto his chest. “No. What makes me cry is knowing that you sometimes feel like you aren't enough. And that eventually you're going to leave me because of it.”

Jason pulled away to look at her, his eyes wide with horror. “Mari... I would never,” he promised.

“And it's going to break me when you do, because I love you so much,” she continued, not noticing his objection. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears as she stared at a random point in the apartment. “But I won't let you see that when it happens, because I don't want to hurt you more. Because you don’t deserve that. You’re such an amazing man but you don’t let yourself see it. And as much as I talk about how handsome you are, how pretty you are to look at, and you are, who you are is so much more beautiful. When you talk about something you love, it’s incredible. When you love me, it’s breathtaking.” She paused for a moment. “I meant like reading sonnets to me and cooking with me and the way you look at me, not sex,” she clarified quickly. “Although the sex is mind-blowing too.”

Jason chuckled despite the pit growing in his stomach. He pulled her into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around her as if his arms alone could ward off any dark thoughts. “I love you, Marinette,” he whispered into her hair. “I love you so much. I’ll do anything I can to protect you, the way you try to protect me. I promise you that. You are the best part of me. You make me better and want to be better. You make me want a future and think I deserve a happy one. But I can’t imagine that without you. I can’t imagine happy without you. You are my happy. You are my peace. I love you.”

He pulled away to look her in the eyes, to make sure she heard him, that his words permeated the drug induced fog that had settled in her eyes and brain. But as soon as he stopped supporting her weight, she started to fall to the ground. He scooped her up before she could fall more than a few inches. Her head lolled to the side and she let out a disgruntled huff before shifting in his arms and snuggling into his chest.

“What are you doing to me, Pix? That was the most romantic monologue I’ve ever given and you fell asleep on me. You completely missed it.” He sighed and settled onto the couch with her still held tightly in his arms. As soon as her weight was fully on the couch, she squirmed until her head was lying on his chest, her legs tangling with his, and her arm thrown over his waist.

He could feel her breath fanning out over his chest, warming any skin it touched. He gently brushed her hair out of her face, letting his fingers linger on her face as he gazed lovingly at her. God he loved her. But he was hurting her. Somewhere in the recesses of her brain was the belief he was going to leave her. And honestly, the part that hurt the most was that she was probably right. He might have done exactly that, because she knew him better than he knew himself and she understood him better than anyone else on the planet.

But he couldn’t let her be right. He couldn’t be responsible for breaking her. He would do anything to protect her. Yesterday that might have meant leaving her, but what if it meant staying with her instead? What if it meant letting himself believe he deserved to be happy, that he could be? What if it meant making that happy future happen? He hugged her a little closer and smiled into her hair. He pulled out his phone and started looking for rings. He had a proposal to plan and a happy ending to ensure for her.

Continued in Truth is Gold

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 3 years

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Lovestruck - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, kinda Dick Pairings: future!jondami, implied-kinda?timkon, also timbernard Summary: Damian starts acting weird after Tim and Bernard begin dating. Turns out even this kid can be naive, and a total idiot, when he wants to be. A/N: idk a headcanon I couldn’t stop thinking about haha. Damian is absolutely one of those genius kids who don’t know the most basic things. Also if it’s not clear, Damian is comparing Tim’s answers to what he likes in people to if they match Conner. all ages are current canon so Tim is immortal and Damian is 14 mkay bye.

When Tim started dating Bernard, he expected a lot of different things. He expected Bruce’s protectiveness, Dick’s softness, Jason’s gift of XL condoms, Cassandra’s date suggestions and even Stephanie’s own prepared shovel talks for his new paramour.

But he did not expect…well, this.

He did not expect to see Damian sitting on the front porch when Bernard brought him home from their third date. He did not expect Damian to start furiously writing in the notebook on his lap at the sight of them.

He did not expect to come down to breakfast and see the kitchen table scattered with notes and lists and images of way too pretty people, pictures of Bernard and Steph among them.

“…What are you doing?” Tim found himself asking sleepily.

“Research.” Damian replied simply, sipping thoughtfully from a mug on the island. “None of your concern.”

“Oh yeah?” Tim asked as he approached. Instantly he tapped the photos of Steph and Bernard. “So why are there pictures of my ex-girlfriend and current…boyfriend here?”

His stomach still did giddy jumps at the thought.

Damian’s lips twitched, like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then he reached out and slid the photos underneath some papers. “Just…persons of interests.”

“For?”

“None of your concern.” Damian reiterated. Quickly, he began to shuffle all of his papers and pictures together. “Jeez, what does that Dowd boy even see in you…”

And then he was gone before Tim’s pre-caffeine mind could catch up.

After that, Damian was less obvious, but Tim could still catch on. In fact, everyone was catching on. But, like the emotionally constipated Bats they were, no one said anything, or tipped their youngest off.

They all just watched, as he suddenly began to distantly follow Tim around. Around the house, around the city, both as a civilian and in uniform. It was Cassandra who declared that Damian was watching who Tim was interacting with, not necessarily him.

He never followed him on his dates, though.

Then came the questions. Every time they were together. They’d go to lunch downtown near the office, and Damian would ask:

“Do you like that girl’s hair?”

“Would you ever wear those shoes?”

“How much do you respect a person if their suit jacket doesn’t fit them properly?”

When they’d be staking out a suspect on a building overlooking a street corner, he’d say:

“That belt is too gaudy.”

“You can tell he spent way too many hours in the mirror getting ready to go to that disgusting dive.”

“I can’t believe she’s walking on this street in those heels. Would you go for comfort or fashion?”

And it continued, the following, the seemingly random questions. After a while, Tim chalked it up to…maybe Damian was just getting to know him. Just trying to actually get along for once in their lives. They were both getting older, more mature. Maybe it was just time they started acting like what they were.

Brothers.

But then he came home one afternoon to find Dick standing in the manor’s foyer, back leaning against the wall that led into the central sitting room they all used. It was almost evening, which meant Damian was most likely in there sketching, or reading with his pets.

Dick noticed him open the door, and quickly put a finger to his smiling lips. Tim nodded and silently closed the door behind him, carefully took off his shoes and jacket, then tiptoed over to Dick.

He peeked around Dick’s shoulder. Sure enough, Damian was in there, but he was standing at the fireplace, staring down into the flames.

Jason sat in the loveseat behind him.

“Jay just got in there. He hasn’t said anything yet.” Dick breathed. Tim frowned skeptically. Surely Damian knew who was in the house. Knew there was something going on if Jason had just sought him out.

“What are we interrogating him for?” Tim whispered back. “Did he lose one of Alfred’s recipe books again?”

Dick just shook his head and pointed into the room. Tim looked back in.

Jason was relaxed in the chair, but staring intensely at his youngest brother. Damian must have known that, felt his eyes, because he wasn’t looking up. Kept his gaze glued to the fire at his feet.

Suddenly, Jason huffed, crossing his arms. “Spill.”

“Spill what.” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Spill why you’re stalking Tim.” Jason said bluntly. “Why you’re asking him all those dumbass questions.” A pause. “…Why you’re keeping tabs on his boyfriend.”

Tim inhaled sharply, glaring up at Dick. Dick waved both his arms quickly, implying that Jason’s words weren’t true, that it was just to catch Damian off guard.

“I’m not keeping tabs on him, Todd. That’s ridiculous.” Damian countered. “I’m merely making sure they’re still together.”

A moment to let the fire crackle.

“Well, I’m also making sure that boy isn’t hurting or manipulating Drake in some way.” Damian murmured softly. “But mostly, I’m just making sure they’re still together.”

Jason crossed his ankle over his knee. “Why?”

“What, I can’t be concerned for my brother’s safety and happiness?”

Jason snorted. “Not that brother’s.”

Damian glanced over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes. Then back to the fire.

Jason waited a minute, let his eyes dart across Damian’s back, study his posture. “…Why are you so concerned if Tim and his new boy-toy are still together?”

Damian shrugged silently.

“Don’t do that.” Jason scolded. “Use your words, Damian. Like a big boy.”

Damian let out a frustrated exhale. “I’m just…confirming Drake isn’t looking elsewhere.”

“What, to cheat on his boyfriend?” Jason drawled. “Timmy’s not the cheating type, I can tell.”

“No. No.” Damian said sternly. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying!” Damian threw his arms out. Let them fall back to his thighs with a slight smack. “…I’m saying I’ve seen him look at others the way he looks at Bernard Dowd and that is…concerning. …To me.”

“Others?” Jason questioned. “What others?”

“Like Conner Kent!” Damian finally spun around now. Jason’s eyebrows rose in surprise and Damian rolled his eyes again. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t see it. Those two have been flirting with each other since the damn day they met. Drake dating this boy now only confirms the possibility of their eventual coupling.”

Jason let his face settle back into neutral, let the words bounce around in his brain. “Okay…I guess I can agree with that.”

Tim glanced up at Dick, who gave him a wink. Tim’s face instantly went beet red.

“But that still tells me nothing.” Jason continued. “So Tim and Conner maybe had or have crushes on each other. Maybe they’re attracted to each other. Maybe they’re forever star-crossed and nothing will ever happen. So what? Why does that bother you?”

Damian kept his lips pressed firmly together. After a moment, he spun back towards the fire.

“…Damian?”

“…Because it would be weird.” Damian said at last. “It would be weird if he and Conner…”

Damian’s voice fell to an unintelligible mumble.

“What?” Jason asked gently. “I didn’t catch that.”

Damian mumbled again, still impossible to understand.

“Kid, you’re gonna have to speak up, okay. I can’t hear you-”

“I said it would be weird if he was dating Conner while I was dating Jon!” Damian yelled, whirling around once more. “And if he breaks up with Dowd and starts dating Conner before I can gain the courage to talk to Jon then I’ll lose my chance!”

His last words echoed in the space around them. Floated into the hallway and echoed up the stairs, too.

Not that anyone noticed. Tim had grabbed Dick’s bicep, while Dick had thrown a hand over his own mouth in surprise.

“Oh my god.” Tim whispered. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“That…” Dick murmured. “That’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Jason, luckily, had more composure than the two of them, and suddenly Tim realized why it was Jason doing the prodding, not Dick.

Jason’s eyes had just widened, no other movement than that. He remained still, remained calm, even as Damian’s face darkened, and embarrassed tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh.” He said simply. “Oh, Damian.”

“Shut up.” Damian crossed his arms again, but they all knew this time it was to hold himself. “Don’t…don’t make fun of me.”

“Never.” Jason promised. “But also, not a thing you need to worry about.”

“Why, because Jon will turn me down anyway?” Damian whispered bitterly, turning away. Not towards the fire this time, just the window.

“He’d be an idiot to, and I’ll beat the shit out of him if he does.” Jason said as he uncrossed his legs and leaned his elbows on his knees. “No, I mean, you don’t need to worry about it because it wouldn’t be weird if y’all just so happened to be double-dating.”

Damian waited, then glanced back at Jason. “It wouldn’t?” Jason smiled and shook his head. “There isn’t like…I mean…a law…?” He inhaled slowly. “If Drake and Conner started dating, wouldn’t that make Jonathan and I…related?”

“That’s only if they got married, and even then, wouldn’t be weird.” Jason shrugged. “What, you’ve never heard those stories of like…twins marrying another set of twins? That shit happens all the time. You wouldn’t be the first.”

Damian blinked owlishly, let his hands fall back to his sides. “…Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Jason laughed, standing. “Besides, Tim seems to really like Blondie whats-his-name so…I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.” A second, to cheekily add: “At least…not right now.”

Damian twisted his lips. “I told you their chemistry was obvious.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so is Bruce and Clark’s if you ask the tabloids and half the Justice League.” Jason droned, reaching out for Damian’s shoulder and tugging him into his side. “But like I said, don’t worry about it. Who cares about your idiot brother and who he’s dating, let’s focus more on you and how you’re gonna woo one Jonathan Kent, mmkay?”

He quickly ushered Damian out of the room using a door on the far side, only glancing back once to mouth oh my god! dramatically to the ones watching from the hall.

“That…” Tim exhaled as Jason closed the door behind them. “…was the most precious thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

Dick hummed in agreement, then: “…But is he right?”

Tim glanced up at him.

“You and Conner?”

Tim felt his face warm a little. “…I’m dating Bernard, Dick.”

“Okay.”

“And…I think I should go call him. We haven’t talked all day.”

Dick smirked. “Okay.”

“…Don’t look at me like that.”

Dick let out a chuckle. “Okay.”

“…Stop saying okay.”

“…Okay.”

“Dick!”

He laughed again. “Sorry, sorry.” He ran his fingers through Tim’s hair. “Tell Bernard I said hello, and also warn him that your younger brother is absolutely ready to gut him, should he hurt you.”

Oh yeah. Tim forgot that little tidbit. He felt his face warm even faster.

“Yeah…” He sighed, turning towards the stairs. He ignored the little flutter in his heart, at the idea of his lovesick, protective, ridiculous little brother. God, that kid. “Yeah, I think that’s probably something he oughta know.”

#Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #jondami #timkon #timbernard #whatever that ship name is idk

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haveihitanerve · 3 months

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Dad

His mouth tasted like ash. His nostrils burned with the smell of gun powder and his eyes felt caked in mud. “Dad!” There was a voice to his left, a voice he knew. His eyes slowly adjusted and he tried looking around, but could barely move. What he did see made him frown. This wasn’t the park. The boys had been unable to come to an agreement on what to eat, so Bruce had taken them out to the park to grab food from whatever food trucks were around while Selina stayed back with the girls. It had been peaceful and while the boys had fought occasionally Bruce had felt whole. And then it had all gone wrong. They were in a large warehouse, by the looks of it, and the only source of light at the moment was the wide open doors on the other side of the room. “Chum?” He rasped. By the sounds of relief made around him he could tell all his sons had awoken before him. His eyes adjusted to the faint light and he tried to move his arms but they were wrapped in a rope and tied above his head. Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian were all lined up in a row in front of him, hands tied behind their backs. “Dad!” Dick called again. Blood began pounding in Bruce’s ears. They weren’t in costume. He wasn’t Batman with his sidekicks and allies. He was Bruce Wayne with his sons. Tires screeched and a van appeared in the open warehouse door. “Well well well. What do we have here?” A high pitched voice came. Bruce could feel his face drain of color. Jason was staring at the floor, mouthing words desperately, squeezing his eyes tight. Jason, who had never gone to church, who didn’t believe in god or anything else that he couldn’t see. Was praying. Bruce looked at Tim. His third oldest son was staring straight ahead, not moving a muscle. Bruce swallowed hard. He was dimly aware of goons surrounding them, but that was nothing as the Joker stepped through the doors. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t. But why else had he kidnapped Bruce Wayne and his sons? “You’ve been quite the pain in my ass lately Brucie.” The clown said, stalking forward, a pistol held loosely in his hand. Bruce glared at him. “What do you want Joker?” He snarled. Joker laughed and Tim flinched. Dick reached his tied hands for his younger brothers and they linked fingers. Damian shuffled, pressing his thigh against Jason’s. There was fear, pure, plain fear written across all of their faces. Except Damian and dicks were more afraid for their brothers than themselves. “You’ve stopped quite a few of my plans with your donations and goody two shoe acts,” the joker drawled. “And I thought, what better way to get back at the orphan adopting billionaire than to kill one of his poor orphans!” The joker let out a loud cackle. Harley had gotten out of the van as well and stared at him in shock. “Kill the kids puddin?” She asked. Joker turned to her. “Why yes of course. He can just replace them, the way he has before.” Jason and Tim turned green. Harley bit her lip. Joker started to walk behind the four boys. “But the question is who? Who who who WHO?”

He cackled again. “The heir?” His gun knocked against dicks skull. His oldest son winced but didn’t give anymore of a reaction. Despite the circumstances Bruce felt a sense of pride welling up in him. “The prodigy?” Joker went on, tapping Tim’s head with the butt of the gun. Tim was frozen. “The blood son?” Joker asked, twirling his gun around Damian’s head. “Or the forgiven son?” He pressed the gun against the back of Jason’s head. His son was trembling, eyes closed and lips pressed tightly together. Something seemed to flicker over his second oldest son's face and when he looked up, pure determination and resignation was in his face. “No!” Bruce pulled at his ropes. Joker let out another laugh. Jason bit his lips, eyes tight. “No!” Damian whimpered, tugging at his ropes. Bruce looked at Harley. She was watching the whole thing, biting her lip. “Please.” He begged. Joker laughed again, believing the plea had been aimed at him. Harley’s eyes snapped to him. “Please.” He begged her. She looked away. Dick met her eye. His lips moved and Bruce could hardly breathe. “Please Auntie.” He had mouthed. Harley’s face flickered with something and she looked back at Bruce. Firm resolve spread across her features. Casually, she started to walk towards him, taking a place behind him. The goons immediately spread away. Before he could register the cool knife that pressed against his arms, cutting the rope, Joker turned his attention back to him. Harley froze, but kept cutting, sending Joker what Bruce figured was a flirty smile. “But then I thought, why not inflict real pain? I’m sure you pretty spoiled boy have never felt that. So-!” He aimed the gun at Bruce’s leg. “Noo!” To Bruce’s surprise, the shout came from Harley. But it was too late, the joker had pulled the trigger. Bruce braced himself, waiting for the pain as the bullet shredded through his thigh, through muscles and veins and tendons, but it never came.

He looked down. Harley was laying in front of him, a hole in her side. She had doven in front of the bullet for him. She had taken a bullet for him. “You useless bitch!” Joker snarled, reloading his pistol. Harley let out a whimper of pain, scooting backwards. “Stupid useless cow!” He muttered, cocking the gun. “Since you’ve ruined my fun with Brucey I have to now move fast.” He glared at her, before turning and aiming the gun at Damian. The crack as he pulled the trigger reverberated deep in Bruce’s bones. But it was nothing compared to the ice cold feeling that squeezed his heart as Damian closed his eyes in resignation and Jason dove in front of his little brother. Jason hit the dirt like a sack of potatoes, blood pouring out of his chest. A scream, horrible and bone chilling and agonizing, filled the warehouse. It wasn’t until a rag was stuffed into his mouth that Bruce realized it had come from him. Joker stared at Jason a moment, then shrugged. “Oh well. At least one son is dead.” He smiled at Bruce. “Toodaloo!” He called and started to laugh, hopping into the truck and driving away. Bruce spat out the rag and pulled. Dick was working the rope with his mouth, ready to free them all but bruce moved first, pulling. The already frayed ropes gave easily under his strength and he ripped free. Dick looked at him with wide eyes and quickly bit through his own, moving to Jason. Damian hadn’t moved. He was just stuck, staring at his older brother. “Harley-!” Bruce began, turning to his old friend, but she shook her head. “Help him.” She pleaded. Bruce nodded, rushing to his son's side.

“Cal!!!!” He bellowed, skidding over the gravel on his knees as he reached Jason and Damian. “Cal!!!!” He didn’t care if Gotham heard him. He didn’t care if the world heard him. Jason was so pale. “Come on. Come on.” Bruce muttered, reaching for his pulse. It fluttered against his hand, faint, but there. “Cal!!!” Bruce bellowed again. There was a whoosh and Superman arrived. His face paled at the scene. “Take him to the hospital! Now!!” He barked. “Get Leslie!” Clark nodded and, gently, as though picking up a newborn, lifted Jason into his arms and took off. Bruce speed dialed his number on impulse. “Barry please!” In seconds the speedster had arrived. “Take Harley to the Batcave. Alfred will heal her.” The flash nodded, eyes darting around in concern, but willing to wait until things were less dire to ask, and lifted her effortlessly, speeding off. Bruce wrapped his arms around Dick and Tim, pulling them closer. Damian was just sitting there, blood covering his hands, staring at the pool of blood Jason had left behind. “Damian. Baby. Come here.” Bruce pleaded. But Damian didn’t hear him. Clark returned a second later. “Take Damian next!” Bruce told him. Clark looked at them all, then nodded. Damian didn’t even react as he was lifted and flown off. Flash arrived again. “I can take you all to the hospital.” He said softly. Bruce nodded, lifting Tim into his arms. “Take Dick.” “Dad-!” Dick protested softly. “No. This is not an argument. I’ll be there in a bit chum. Please.” Dick nodded and allowed Barry to lift him. Clark returned and lifted them both, flying to the hospital.

“Where is my son!” Bruce asked the second he touched down. “Where are my kids?” “Bruce!” Bruce frowned, turning to the door. Selina Wayne had arrived. “Baby.” He whispered. She rushed to him, the girls and Duke following a second after. “Hey. How’re you here?” “Cal told us.” She said softly. “Where is he?” Bruce shrugged, helplessness filling him again. “Hey. It’s alright.” Selina cupped his face with her hands. “It was Joker.” Bruce whispered. Selina brushed her thumbs under his eyes. “He came for me. For them. It wasn’t even because of the mask. Just because I was Bruce Wayne. Because I had donated and-!” His breathing was getting labored and he was rambling so Selina reached up and gently kissed him. “Hey. It’s okay.” She whispered softly. “Mr and Mrs Wayne?” A doctor came out. “Your sons are ready to see you.” She eyed Tim, passed out in Bruce’s arms. “Does he need to be checked?” She asked softly. Bruce nodded. She tilted her head to the hallway and they followed. Another nurse came out of a room and Bruce allowed tim to be taken away and checked for injuries. “They’re in there.” The nurse said, nodding at the next room. “And Jason? The one who was shot? Where is my son?”

Cass, Steph, Duke and Babs paled. Selina pressed a hand to her mouth. Clark clearly hadn’t given them all the information. The nurse hesitated. “We have him in critical condition. Dr. Leslie is working on him right now.” She hesitated, looking around. “Mr. Wayne,” she lowered her voice. “I don’t know what connections you have with Superman but whatever they are, they saved your sons life. It’s not clear yet if he will live but we’re more hopeful. Your alien friend scanned him and gave us some medical information which allowed us to start operating right away instead of having to scan him. It may be the thing that makes a difference.” Bruce nodded, swallowing. “Thank you.” She smiled, taking a few steps back. “I think he deserves the thanks. They’re right in there.” And she turned and left. Bruce pushed open the door and rushed to his sons. Dick was sitting on a chair, Damian cradled in his lap, still staring at nothing. They had both been cleaned of blood but Bruce knew they still felt the phantom touch of it. “Hey kiddos. You alright?” Dick looked over and his face immediately relaxed. “Mom!” Selina rushed to them. “Oh kitten.” She murmured, pulling both against her for a hug. The hug seemed to awaken damian slightly and he clutched at her shirt, burying his head in her shoulder. “Oh baby.” Selina whispered, cradling him close. The door creaked open and Bruce turned, smiling in relief when Tim walked in, also in new clothes and cleaned. “Tim!” Steph rushed to him and he managed a faint smile, linking his fingers with hers. Selina stood, taking damian with her and so Babs walked over to Dick and took his place, murmuring softly to him. He just nodded, wrapping his arms around her and burying his head in the crook of her neck. Cass touched Damian’s back gently and the tears started flowing. Selina smiled sadly and handed her youngest over to her daughter, allowing Cass to comfort him. She walked over to Bruce and took his hand. “Jason?” She whispered.

At his name all the kids looked over. Bruce sighed. “They caught us at the park and tied us up. Joker arrived. Said that I had ruined some of his plans by donating and such. So he said,” Bruce swallowed. “He said he’d take one of my sons from me. Because I would just replace them anyway.” Steph inhaled sharply and wrapped an arm around Tim. He relaxed against her. Bruce swallowed. “Harley tried to cut through my ropes and.” He stopped. “She took a bullet for me.” Selina squeezed his hand. “She should be alright. I sent her to Alfred with Barry.” Selina nodded. “Then he aimed it at damian-“ Bruce cut off, blinking hard. Damian buried his face deeper against Cass and she rubbed his back soothingly. “But Jason jumped between them.” Selina took a shuddering breath. Damian let out a sob. “Hey. Prince.” Bruce crossed over to his son and lifted him into his arms. “It is not your fault. Okay? Jason chose to jump in front of you. He chose to protect you. It’s not your fault. It’s jokers. Alright?” Damian sniffled, but nodded. Bruce kissed his nose. “Good.” “Bruce?” Leslie appeared in the doorway. “He’s stable. You may go in but be careful. He’s not awake yet.” “Will he make it?” Bruce asked, handing Damian to Selina. Leslie smiled. “Yes. We are very hopeful.” Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. They followed Leslie over to the room Jason was staying in and filed in, but Bruce paused. “Bruce!” Clark came hurrying towards him, wearing regular Clark Kent clothes. Bruce wrapped his arms around him. Clark blinked in surprise, then hugged him back. “What’s wrong?” He murmured, squeezing him. “Shit sorry I know what’s wrong.” “Thank you.” Bruce whispered. Clark frowned against his shoulder. “The doctors said that you gave them information that they needed so that they could immediately start operating. He wouldn’t be alive without you. Thank you.” Clark smiled, running a hand through Bruce’s hair. “Always.” Bruce pulled away and smiled too. “You messed up my hair Journo. That’s off your salary.” Clark rolled his eyes, reaching for Bruce’s head again. The man dodged him, walking to the door. “Come on. Leslie said we could talk to him.” Clark followed him into the hospital room, slipping his hat off of his head.

Bruces heart clenched at the sight that greeted them. Jason was lying in the white plastic hospital sheets, face almost as pale. Tubes were stuck in his arms and his eyes were closed. But he was breathing, and according to the heart monitor, his heartbeat was steady. Dick was seated on a chair on the left side of his bed, holding his left hand, while Selina sat perched on the right, holding Damian with one arm as Tim leaned against her side. Babs, Steph, and Duke sat at the foot of his bed, staring lost at his face. Cass was seated on the windowsill, looking out. Clark politely moved over to her side, offering his silent presence but nothing more. Bruce moved to Selina’s side, tugging Tim to lean against him. “He’ll be alright.” He murmured, more to reassure himself than anyone else, but it worked. Tim released a quiet sigh of relief, and the others even managed faint smiles. Dick just clung to Jason's hand. Bruce didn't know how long they all stood there, staring at him, but after a while Selina started herding the kids to the empty bed on the other side of the room and Clark left and returned with blankets and some better than hospital food, along with an update that Harley was recovering, and soon six of the kids were tucked into bed together. Bruce didn't know how many of them were actually asleep, but all of them had their eyes closed, and were curled together so cutely that had it been under any other circumstances he would have cooed. Dick still sat at Jason's side, holding his hand, and Cass had moved to his side, also refusing to try and sleep. “Im going to go check on Harley.” Clark murmured to Bruce. “Holler if you need anything yeah?” Bruce nodded, pulling his friend in for another quick hug. “Thank you. Tell barry thanks as well from me.” Clark nodded. “I will.”

Selina wrapped her arms around his waist and Bruce sank into one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs, letting her rest her head against his shoulder as he stared at his son. Despite his attempts, Dicks eyelids started to drop, and soon he and Cass were snuggled up together on their chairs, snoring softly. Selina smiled and stood, lifting them and carrying them over to the bed to sleep, tucking them in gently. “He could've died Lina.” Bruce whispered. She came to his side, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “But he didn't.” “we weren't in the suits.” Bruce croaked, voice hoarse. His eyes blurred with tears. He hadn't allowed himself to cry this whole time, knowing he had to be strong for his kids. To be their rock. But now, with just him and Selina. Selina gently wiped the tears away, sitting on his lap. “Its okay.” she whispered. “He’s going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay.” She murmured, kissing the top of his head. Bruce buried his face in her neck, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “Dad?” someone croaked. Bruce shot off his chair and reached for his son. Jason's eyelids were fluttering open slowly, and he squinted. “Hey. Hey buddy.” Bruce whispered, taking his hand. Selina took a seat next to him, stroking jason's hair. “How're you feeling kitten?” she asked. Jason frowned. “Like i've been shot.” he supplied helpfully. Bruce managed a faint laugh. “Oh bud you scared me so bad.” He scooted closer, wrapping a careful arm around his son to pull him closer, pressing a kiss to his head. “I know.” Jason whispered. “Im sorry. But he was gonna kill Dami. i- i couldn't let him kill Dami. Or tim. I was so awful to them. I couldn't let him-” “you're an ass and a damned idiot.” tim choked out, appearing at the foot of the bed. Damian stood at his side, clutching his hand. “Nice to see you too Replacements.” Jason greeted, smirking. “Fuck you.” Damian squeezed out. “Prince!” Bruce chided. “Language.” Selina laughed, lifting him onto the bed. Jason opened his arms and both boys crawled over, cuddling against their older brother. “Im okay you mother hens.” he muttered, laughing. “Ol’ Joker cant kill me twice.” The boys managed a laugh at that, and the other kids woke. “Jason!” Jason grinned as dick threw himself at him, barely holding back from squeezing him because of his injuries. “Hey dickwad. Im alright. Promise.” “You scared us Tampon.” Steph said, punching his shoulder lightly. “I know.” Jason said quietly. “Im sorry.” “forgiven.” Cass signed. “Just don't do it ever again.” Duke added. “Or ill leak all of your search history.” Babs warned, leaning over his head. Jason laughed. “Understood. No dying again. Got it.” “that goes for all of you.” Bruce grunted. “No more dying on my watch okay? I cant handle any more gray hairs.” Dick laughed. “You drive a hard bargain old man. But okay.” “i guess we’ll just have to find new ways to give you gray hairs then.” Tim said with a grin. Bruce laughed, pressing another kiss to Jason's head. “Thats fine by me kiddos. Just no- no more dying okay?” The kids all nodded, cuddling closer to Jason and their father. “Promise.”

#batfam #bruce wayne #good dad bruce wayne #let bruce be a good dad dc damnit!!!#this is my attempt at writing a proper bruce reacting to his kid almost dying #and obvi i had to throw in some batcat #selina kyle #batkids #batman

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andieperrie18 · 3 years

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Your Endgame

So this is requested by@raginghellfire. I haven’t written in a while due Uni and busy classes but I hope I did a good job on this. UwU Dami might be a bit OOC but I really think he is a passionate lover when he falls in love.

Bruce Wayne was one tough cookie. Unlike Tony, he held shackled himself with the responsibility of protecting Gotham city from its baddies that he barely let himself enjoy his life. He too cares for children very much but he wasn't as hands-on being there for them. He wasn't always there in those best events in their life to congratulate them that greatly hurt them. It would seem that he just adopted these children as soldiers for his endless war with crime, that they were nothing but expendable assets. But he does love them and had just recently been trying to reconnect with all of them.

Tony Stark had always let his child have free reign over their life but he never leaves the passenger seat. He will always be by their side no matter what choice they make. He was never strict as he was a free soul but he grows and understands responsibility everyday after returning from Afghanistan after being held captive. He wasn't a perfect father but he did try for Y/n, good thing for him is that she understands responsibility earlier made it easy for him to be there for him.

Bruce Wayne was notorious for being a play boy, same goes to Tony Stark. Both men has had another of flings that the paparazzi didn't miss to see. It took quite a while before two of them finally found out the true meaning of true love. The one decided to settle down while the other chose his job over attaining a lifelong happiness and peace.

Some of the Wayne kids also had their own flings through out their lives. Some had more the two and some, just one. Just one cause when the second came, they were their endgame.

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The bright city lights of Paris slightly seeped in the glass panes of the balcony doors of the room. Across it was a king sized bed with undone sheets and two people underneath the high quality comforter. Damian and Y/n sat with backs against the head board, the latter former resting his against the latter's figure. His head slightly buried on her neck as her fingers combed through his bed hair her other hand around his bare chest.

"I'm pretty sure that photo reached them already," her voice echoed around the slightly dim room.

Damian hummed, "It did, which earned me quite a number of miss calls from my family,"

Y/n giggled that he found contagious making him do the same.

"I'm going back to Gotham in two days but I don't think I'm ready to leave your side yet," he snuggled his face on her neck, placing butterflies kisses on them. Her eyes close, a flutter vibrates within her chest as she pulled his head closer. Placing her lips on his head. Damian pulled her seated figure closer to his own, his face snuggling closer to her skin.

"Can I just postpone the flight for another month?" he mumbled, sending tickles on her skin making her giggle.

"Dami, you said that 2 months ago and you already bought a ticket home,"

Damian never whines but after almost two years of being in a relationship, there are certain childishness he had suddenly unlock being with her. Y/n laughed at his childish wiles as it send tingles in his stomach, he loves it when she laughs because of him.

"Besides, I already scheduled mine and my seat is next to yours, you can't expect me to have an empty seat beside me?"

Damian's head shot up from her neck, his eyes staring at her. Y/n bit her lip containing a fit of giggles after seeing his eyes sparkle like a child getting a new toy. He slumped his faced between breast.

"I really love you."

"And I really love you too, Dami,"

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And probably the biggest public figures is youngest Wayne child and the eldest Stark Child. The most controversial couple that reached ears all over the world. No one knew of their relationship as until the paparazzi caught a picture of them kissing at Champ de Mars near the Eiffel tower. The news made use of the quote, "Pictures speaks a thousand words" rather well. Some are heartbroken by the news but the biggest people taken surprise by the news were the Wayne's.

Clicks and flashes surrounded the long trail of red carpet that lead to entrance of the Wayne manor that held another gala. This time it was a celebratory occasion for the youngest Wayne's return from a long vacation that he took a almost 2 years ago. A break he took after a rather peaceful yet melancholic break up with titan's member. Damian suddenly decided to toss the towel and told his Father that he doesn't want to be like Bruce, alone and brooding. He needs to breath for a while to which his father did not hesitate to agree. Bruce loves his children, he may not show it but he does.

A Grey matte Porsche 911 parked its way at the end of the carpet making some of the photographers to it, awaiting the celebrities that will emerge.

"Do you think they'll like me? I mean Dad isn't really in good terms with Bruce Wayne you know," Y/n eyed the silhouette of the Wayne manor and the crowding paps at the cat walk. This wasn't the first time she came to a Wayne gala, its just that this time she was going to be introduced as Damian Wayne's girlfriend.

The emerald eyed Wayne gently took her chin to meet his eyes. A gentle smiles grew from his lips.

"They will, beloved. I know they will because I love you," his voice said laced a such a tender tone that no one ever thought he could have.

A love sick grin emerged from her once doubting expression before she pressed leaned for a quick peck to which he returned in an instant. They pulled away with both of them sharing the same cheek tinted grins.

Damian emerged from the driver's seat followed by the loud camera clicks and calling reporters. He simply gave his signature Wayne smile before turning to the other side of the car to where Y/n emerges with the same celebrity like smile that she inherited from her father. From the moment they set foot on the carpet, the paparazzi just got louder and rather pushy that made the guards push them out a little harder.

"Mr. Wayne how'd you meet Ms. Stark?!"

"Miss Stark, how long have you two been together?!"

"Miss Stark look here!!"

"Mister Wayne! Look here!!"

To say that the paparazzi were going crazy would be an understatement, as they were going mad-crazy as the couple walking the catwalk is the biggest confirmation to the news that a union between the Wayne and the Stark has occurred. If they could only get to the couple to ask some, more like a bunch of questions would be the cherry on top of the new news for next day.

Upon entry within the Manor, their arrival turn heads and silenced chatters.

Y/n M/n Stark, the matriarch of the Stark Industries inheriting the nickname, 'Merchant of Death' in Manhattan. She was a much smarter tinker as she assured no such case like her father's long captivity ever happened again and all Stark weapons are heavily protected and can only be handled by the military hands.

Damian Wayne was no CEO but is a COO of the Wayne Enterprises. Helping his brother Tim in managing the affairs in the company. It's bad enough that the male is overdosing himself with caffeine while handling their nightly hero affairs, he was still his brother no matter how much they quarrel. Damian was willing to shoulder long painstaking meetings for him just to let him have a day off.

To see the two of them together would expresses a union.

Their matching outfit theme elevated the curiosity of all the attendants of the gala. Damian's slick three piece burgundy check suit made Damian look sophisticated but neat. Every young lady around the room were welcome to gawk at his figure as he glides with his partner. Y/n's own green gown greatly complimented his with its shade of green, its shape hugging her figure naturally that she loved. Every young man had their eyes on an emerald.

It didn't take long before the couple reached the group of people they are meant to meet. They didn't miss their wide eyes and dropped jaws. Y/n may be a stranger but they could agree that she is a beautiful stranger.It was only when Damian spoke that they have gained awareness of their surroundings.

"Good evening father, everyone. It's nice to see you all again," Damian began with Y/n holding on to his shoulder.

"I gotta say demon spawn you grew quite a lot for just two years," Jason earned a slightly hard nudge from Dick. Damian may have grown but he still has a tick with Jason's nicknames for him.

"Don't mind him Damian, why don't you introduce your company," the eldest said as he slightly push the white streaked hair male behind him that earned a look from his father.

Damian didn't say anything on the nickname thing and proceeded to introduce her which earned quite an awkward atmosphere on his family's side while the couple remained at ease in their presence.

"Stark its nice to finally see you again," Tim entered as he brought his hand out to which the woman took generously.

"Good to see you too Drake, and good evening to you too Mister Wayne,"

Bruce went forward to shake her hand, "How is your father by the way?" he asked.

"He is doing well, he's living by the countryside with my sister and mom," she replied with a smile.

"So he's settling down?" Bruce asked, quite surprised.

"Yes, he said life is short and he intends to spend it living it with us," She continued to which earned a bit of awkwardness with Damian's siblings. It was a rather sensitive topic but they didn't speak of it any further.

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Damian had to separate himself from Y/n to help Tim a bit on the company. Seated by the bar, with his two brothers and his father, it was quite a company.

"How long have you two been going out?" Dick opened as you turned to him.

"We've been together for almost 1 year and half years, but we didn't started dating until six months later after we met,"

"We're you aware he just got out of a break up?" Jason raised.

Y/n took a sip of her drink, "I did, that's why I didn't let him to be with me until I totally confirmed that I was not a rebound,"

"And how do you know you aren't just a rebound for Rachel Roth?" Dick asked this time.

Bruce didn't say anything as he wasn't very much in touch with his son's relationship, but he did know that he loved her, Damian wouldn't risk his life for anyone if he did. As much as he wanted to stop Dick from pulling a rather sensitive topic on a person he just met especially when that person is someone close to his brother, he wants to know if the girl was just a fling. Y/n was known to have a number of flings before Damian came in to the picture.

"Damian is not mine to claim, whether I am a rebound or not, I still love him, you can try to make me say what we are having is just a fling but I know one thing," her tone was authoritative but calm.

They were doubting Damian's judgement with her relationship with her. Its not like she wasn't aware that he dated a co-worker of his. He was his first love and Y/n knew she might not be his last but she sure prays to whatever ethereal being that they last.

"I love him. Whether you believe me or not, I will always do even if he chooses her over me,"

Damian was her everything.

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By midnight, Damian said his good byes with his family. He didn’t miss the slight look of sadness in her eyes so he took her away from his brothers' company. Damian was sure that they said something but she chose to protect them by not telling him anything.

When they got to the parking lot as they got to their car, Damian stopped and had Y/n face him. Before she could ask, he had already latched his lips on her. Giving her an ever so passionate kiss they always share. One that he always felt like he was having his first kiss the first time.

Y/n circled her arms around his neck before they broke off, forehead resting against each other.

"I may not know what went on between you and my family by the bar, but I want you to know that I love you. You may not be my first but I am deathly sure that you are my last…" he whispered to her.

#damian wayne x reader #Damian Wayne #song prompt #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #bruce wayne #batfamily x reader

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dairy-farmer · 1 year

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Tim’s addicted to masturbating and does it everywhere, and none of the family stop him. So when they’ve got friends over Tim’s climb onto their lap, straddle a knee, and start rubbing his cunt against it through his pants and no one blinks. The friend watches as this kid ruts against his brother/sister/dad/butler and starts moaning and gasping and then groans as he cums — and whoever he just got off on will just stroke a hand down his back, pet his hair, or plant a hand on his ass and help him move while he does it. Maybe they kiss his cheek and ask him if he wants a nap afterwards, and when he nods they pick him up and carry him to his (and Bruce’s) room?

tim being addicted to masturbating and rubbing his little cunt against everyone and eveything!!!!!!!

tim not understanding what he's doing but only knowing that it feels good!

his little cunt and pussy gets so warm and tingly and tim knows the way to make it better and feel really good is to sit on someone's lap and 'mash'. tim calls it that, mashing his pussy to a thigh and pressing against it really hard until his stomach gets all floaty and he lets out soft little cries. the first time he'd made that sound while mashing with his stuffed animals daddy had run in, thinking he was hurt.

after that daddy would stroke tim's little back and pick up tim's floppy body because tim's always so sleepy afterward. sometimes if tim has too much energy and is talking someone's ear off they'll tug tim onto their lap and gently instruct him to mash for a little while.

tim eagerly does so and most of the time he doesn't even need to be told. tim loves mashing, he does it all the time- he'd do it all day if his family didn't have to instruct him to eat and do other things.

by dinner time tim needs to be carried to the table because his thighs are weak and trembling, exhausted from all his mashing. tim's underwear always get wet because mashing makes tim all...leaky.

one time daddy peeled his underwear off and the crotch of it was covered with a sticky, clear wetness that had his daddy biting his lip at the sight.

"oh ducky," he breathed, staring at tim's little panties so intently. "you really worked your little kitty today didn't you?"

tim shares a bed with his daddy and always needs to take a bath before bed so his daddy helps him strip his clothes. without fail tim's panties will always be soaked through but tim never gets punished for peeing himself so he's happy.

if tim is really well-behaved throughout, doing things like putting away his toys, cleaning up after breakfast, and not being mischievous by hiding his brother's things then at the end of the day daddy will mash with tim while they're in the bath.

tim lets out his little sounds as he mashes his baby pussy against his daddy's grown up cock, letting his daddy guide tim's hips and rub him back and forth along the length of him until thick, white wetness spills into the water from the tip of the cock while tim shakes and feeling his cunnie get all tight like it always does when mashing.

tim's most favorite thing in the world to do is mash. sometimes he mashes on daddy, but also on his siblings, and alfred.

daddy has the biggest and longest thigh and tim can put his hands on daddy's knee to rest his weight while he mashes.

his siblings often time presses their thighs up or bounce their legs so tim bounces along with it.

alfred is the nicest, he sits nice and still, sometimes offering tim a sip of his tea or bite of his cookie while stroking aged fingers through his hair. his mustaches tickles when tim finishes and he kisses his cheek to ask him if he was all done.

daddy and the family tell him it's rude to mash on strangers so he should only ever do it with them even if it gets tempting sometimes.

daddy's friend visit sometimes and one time tim wasn't able to reists asking to sit on uncle clark's lap when he visited.

tim remembered the rules and kept crossing his legs to stop himself from mashing but he couldn't help it!

daddy ended up plucking tim right out of uncle clark's lap and loudly scolding him for the misbehavior. then he laid tim over his lap and started spanking him, which he only did when tim was really bad.

but tim's stomach and cunnie was still all tingly, and he hadn't gotten to mash. so when daddy started smacking tim's bottom, tugging down his underwear to hit bare skin and letting the loud slap ring out in the room, tim spread his legs slightly apart and tried to focus on the occasional tingle that followed after daddy's hand smacked him and jostle the area where tim mashed.

by the end, daddy's hand was slightly wet and sticky and tim's wetness was slick, shiny, and glistening all down the inside of his thighs.

daddy's friend was as red as tim's bottom when tim was sat up and ordered to sit still and not mash for the rest of the day as punishment.

by the end tim was shaking and crying, crystal tears streaking down his cheeks and sobs hitching his words as he asked, begged, and pleaded his daddy to let him mash! please!

but his daddy's is still very angry with tim and telling tim he needs to be punished for being a very bad and greedy boy! he's supposed to be daddy's good boy!

tim let out trembling sob as daddy forces him to put his hands on his head so he doesn't try to touch his cunnie at all.

when daddy's cock peeks out tim feels hope bloom in him, thinking maybe daddy is going to mash against tim.

instead dady tugs tim into his lip, making a 'tsk tsk tsk' sound at the sticky wetness of tim when he pushes tim's underwear to the side.

"you were very naughty today timmy, very very naughtly!"

tim feels his bottom lip tremble. he hadn't meant to be!! tim had just wanted to mash and forgotten the rule!

"naughty boys don't get to mash, i hope you learn your lesson after this."

daddy's expression of disapproval stayed on his face the entire time as he guided his adult cock into tim's little hole.

it's not mashing, it doesn't feel as good and tim is pretty sure that's the point.

the movement are the same, daddy guides tim up and down his cock by gripping his hips but it feels...different.

mashing makes tim all warm and tingly on his outsides but this is in tim's insides.

the sound is wet and thick, tim feel his daddy's balls slap against his baby cunt with every thrust. tim is whimpering and whining because daddy sounds like it feels good- so why doesn't it feel good for tim?

tim's tummy is starting to hurt from daddy rutting against him, he's squirming on the lap bur daddy just squeezes his hips tighter which make it hurt more.

tim sniffles and lets out a soft cry.

"i'm sorry daddy! i'm sorry! i promise i won't do it again now can i please-"

"no."

the word is almost growled out and daddy had never spoke to him like that before. tim whimpers.

"no. daddy's gunna finish first and then you'll go to bed, alright ducky? you've been a bad boy today but in the morning i'll let you mash, alright?"

tim whimpers and feels a few tears slip down his cheek but nods and accepts his punishment.

daddy ruts faster, harder, and deeper for a few more minutes before he goes still and tim lets out a sound of surprise at the sudden hot warmth streaming into him.

tim immediatly bursts into inconsolable tears.

"you peed in me! you peed in me!"

daddy kisses tim's little cheeks and grinds closer, tim feels another hot spurt hit his walls and sobs louder.

"there, there," daddy soothes, stroking tim's back. "it's done now, alright. tomorrow when you're a good boy again daddy will let you mash again, okay?"

it takes a moment but tim managed to gather himself together enough to nod.

even though his stomach was throbbing with pain and his bottom was red and stinging from getting spanked, the promise did make him feel better.

tim's most favorite thing in the world to do is mash, after all.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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What Is A Mother, But The Woman Who Loves Us Most?

A Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: I know there is a story like this already (by a different author) but I should preface that this is a story that I posted a year or so before but deleted my previous blog last year, so it's not going to seem like it. I haven't copied any ideas, this is my own that I posted a year or so ago, and re-posting again now. -Thorne

You are not my mother!

The loathing words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he watched the cave go deathly quiet around him. Everyone's eyes were wide, even hers, but a millisecond later, they set in a hard stare as she stood straight, her jaw tightening.

She nodded, staring at him. "You're right Damian. I'm not Talia al Ghul. I'm not your mother. But I will tell you what I am." She raised her left hand, flashing the silver wedding ring on her finger. "I'm your father's wife. And what I tell you to do in this manor is what I expect from you."

He shook his head in anger, glaring at her. "This is my father's manor!"

"No Damian, this is the Wayne Manor. And I've been, to use a rather weathered term, the lady of the house for almost fifteen years. Long before you were even a thought in Talia's mind." He stopped and she crossed her arms. "I may not be your mother, but you are a child and your father and I are the adults. When you turn eighteen, you can make all the decisions you want. Until then, what we say goes."

His lips drew in a taut line and she added, "I've already talked about it to Bruce. You're not allowed on patrol after what happened at the gala. If you want to complain to him about it, he's going to tell you the same thing." Her eyes shifted to the others, then she looked back at him one last time before turning around and walking up the stairs.

When she was gone, he let out a shout in anger and threw silver coffee pot against the cave wall. It hit the wall with a clang and dropped, rolling on the ground a few times as it spilled its contents, much like his mood.

He felt their eyes on them and he whipped his head up, glaring at them. "What?!"

Tim and Jason simply narrowed their eyes at him, but Dick walked forward and knelt in front of him. "Kiddo, that wasn't a nice thing to say to mom."

Damian scoffed at him before shoving past, climbing up the stairs. “Like the three of you haven't said that to her before." There was no return to his statement, giving him all the answer, he needed.

***

He stepped out of the study stretching his arms and listening to the sound of his bones popping before he shifted, moving towards the door. The boys had left a few minutes earlier to catch a rerun of an episode of Vikings, leaving him alone in the cave.

Alfred walked up to him, handing him a sweater before motioning to the door. "Mrs. Wayne has taken a seat out on the patio. I suspect you'll wish to see her."

Bruce nodded, taking the sweater from him before thanking him and moving out of the study and towards the patio. He crossed into the living room as he did, stopping to stare at his four sons passed out on the couch. The TV was still going, so he leaned down, gently taking the remote from Dick's hand and shutting it off.

He set the remote down and started his path again, but stopped when he heard, "You going to check on mom?" He turned around, looking at a his oldest.

Bruce nodded, taking in the sight of Dick’s arms wrapped around all of his brothers. “After you boys told me what happened, I thought I should talk to her about it."

Dick nodded, reaching up and rubbing his eyes, careful not to wake the others beside him. "He didn't mean it...he'll see that when he gets over being angry."

Bruce nodded and leaned over, ruffling his hair. “Tell Jason that you two should stay at the manor tonight...it's too late for you to head home anyway."

Dick started to argue, but a look from his father and quick, “Your mother would have a fit if you two tried to drive home now or later…you know that.”

His son nodded and Bruce turned around once more, this time making his way to the dimly lit patio. His hand curled around the cool metal handle of the sliding glass door, and he quietly opened it, stepping out onto the deck. She lay on the porch swing, covered by a heavy hound’s tooth blanket, with a barely full wine glass in her hand.

He walked towards her and bent over, picking up the wine bottle; he shook it lightly before quipping, "I can't believe you've drank an entire bottle in one sitting."

As if finally noticing his presence, she tipped her head lazily to him and mumbled, "It's empty?"

He snorted and tipped the bottle upside down. "As it was the day before it was bottled."

Bruce paused and grinned as she huffed a laugh and brought the glass she had in her hand up to her mouth. He watched her down the rest of her red wine before she set the glass on the table; he set the bottle beside it and shifted her forward, easing his way behind her until they were both comfortable. She rested her back against his chest, her head dropping against his shoulder. His arms came up around her as he pulled the blanket up to her neck, keeping her warm.

He was quiet for a second then he murmured, "...The boys told me what happened earlier."

There was a moment of silence, then she whispered, "I know I should be used to it after hearing it come from each of them..." She stopped, then continued with, "But it still stings to hear it."

A sad smile crossed his lips as he pressed his lips to her temple. "Of course it stings (Y/N)...you're their mother and you love them." After he didn't receive a response from her, he tipped his head and looked down. "(Y/N)? Love?" She turned her head, and he took in the sight of the tears in her eyes; his face fell at the sight and he brought a hand up, cupping her cheek. "Oh…sweetheart."

(Y/N) choked out a sob and pressed her face into the crook of his neck as she clenched a hand in his sweater. Bruce rested his chin on the top of her head as he rubbed her back, comforting her with quiet words.

***

Damian watched them from the screen door, feeling his heart clench in his chest at the sight of (Y/N) sobbing. He swallowed thickly and stepped back, only to come into contact with someone—something. He let out a quiet gasp and spun around, seeing Dick staring sadly out at his parents, Tim and Jason behind him doing the same.

Damian looked at them and whispered, "What are you three doing?"

Dick glanced at him briefly before motioning to them. "We heard the sliding door open, and we went to listen."

"I didn't know you were eavesdroppers."

A hand came up and cuffed him upside the head; he held his head, glaring at Jason who bit out, "Shut up, two-bit. You were eavesdropping too."

Damian opened his mouth to retort, but shut it and turned back around, looking at her. A moment passed, then he mumbled, "You said the same thing I did." He looked up at his brothers, who wore clouded expressions; each of them nodded after a few seconds, and he asked, "What happened?"

Dick was the first to speak, remembering a time from when he was a mere ten years old.

***

He stomped angrily through the house, not even caring about her following him; she called after him repeatedly. "Dick. Dick, honey, stop for a second."

He didn't listen, still moving. "No! You grounded me!"

"And I grounded you for a reason. You deliberately disobeyed me." He grunted at her and she called out, her voice ringing with authority, "Richard John Grayson. Not another step young man." He stopped at it and she continued, "You left the cave tonight and went on patrol without asking. As your mom-"

He spun around, his eyes angered as he spit, "You're not my mom! Stop acting like it!" Her mouth shut, and her eyes went wide from the declarations.

She blinked, obviously stunned at his words, and she stared down at her hands murmuring, "I may not be your real mother...but I...I am...I..." She drew off, bringing a hand up to wipe at her cheek. Dick's widened when she looked up at him, and he saw the tears beginning to spill, running down her cheeks.

He raised his hands out to her. "Wait! I—I didn't mean it!"

(Y/N) looked down and she brought a hand up to her mouth, moving past him, letting out a broken, 'excuse me'. He watched her go past him, then a few moments later, Bruce walked into the room and he turned to him.

"Bruce!" Bruce looked down at him, taking in the sight of Dick, who was almost in tears.

The lecture he had ready for him went out the window as he squatted in front of Dick. "Dick?"

The boy looked up at him, tears filling those big blue eyes. "I—I messed up B-Bruce."

He reached out a hand, wiping his tears away. "What happened Dick?"

Dick lowered his head and he whispered, "I a—accidently told (Y/N) that she wasn't my m-mom."

Bruce sighed at him and murmured, “Oh, Dick." The boy began to sob, and Bruce reached out, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay, bud."

***

Dick looked at her and murmured, "I've never forgotten the look she gave me after I said it to her..." He looked down at Damian, and said, "And neither has she."

Jason nodded at that. "I'm sure she's never forgotten how I left the cave telling her I had to go find my real mom.

***

"What are you looking at baby?"

He jerked forward, clicking the screen to minimize the images. "Nothing!" He spun around to see her walking towards him, an amused smile on her face.

"And I'm assuming that nothing is not important?" She questioned.

He nodded. "Not at all."

She stared at him until he sighed and turned around, clicking the screen to reveal the images of the three women; she walked up to him. "Who are these women?"

He pointed to each one. "Sharmin Rosen, Lady Shiva, and Sheila Haywood."

(Y/N) nodded, looking at them. "They're very pretty women." She paused and looked at him. "But why are you looking at them." He dropped his gaze and picked at his fingers. "Jason? Hon?"

He looked back up at her. "One of them is my mom."

Her eyes widened as she said, "Like...your biological mom?"

He nodded. "I found out after I went back to my old apartment." He looked between the screen and (Y/N). "I'm gonna track them down." She was silent, her eyes moving to the screen, and he turned to her, rising from the chair. "I have to go find them...I have to go find my real mom."

***

"And those were the last words I ever said to Ma." They stared at Jason as he leaned against a table by the door. "And it got a lot worse when I came back...I said horrible things to Ma...about her not caring...about her not being a mother." He went silent and shook his head. "I fucked up a lot of things between us for a good couple years."

Tim watched him, then nodded. "I hadn't even realized I'd actually said it to mom...it was such an offhanded comment that I didn't even know what I said until she was gone."

***

He barely registered the sound of his bedroom door opening, let alone the sound of her footsteps as she walked up to him. He did, however, hear the disappointment in her tone as she said, "Timmy...you need to go to bed."

He shook his head, typing on the keyboard. "I'm fine."

"Honey, you've been awake for almost forty-eight hours." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "It's not good for your body if you stay up like this."

"I'm fine. Really, I'm good."

She squeezed his shoulder, the other hand reaching out to close the laptop. "You'll be good when you're asleep in bed." Skimming the top of this laptop, she stopped when his curled around her wrist.

He turned to her and said, "Will you stop mothering me? I'm fine. I don't need your help."

He let go of her and turned back to the screen, barely registering the way she quietly whispered, “Alright Timmy...goodnight”, and walked out of his room.

***

"The only reason I actually realized what I said was after a few minutes, I realized that she hadn't told me she loved me after saying good night." He paused, digging a groove into the carpet with his toes. "Mom didn't say anything about it the next day, but I could tell that something had shifted. She was more reserved when it came to me." He looked at Damian. "Look, I know you and I don't get along, but I'm going to tell you something brother to brother. Go apologize to mom and tell her that you didn't mean it."

It was all he said before he looked at the others and waved. "I'm going to bed.

Jason soon followed saying, "I'm with Timbers. I'm gonna go crash."

The two of them began making their way to their rooms when the sound of the screen door opening and closing brought their attention back. They looked towards it, seeing Bruce carrying (Y/N), her head pressed against his chest.

He stopped when he saw them, his surprised look giving way to a hard expression. "Were you four watching?" They all started making excuses, but he shushed them, nodding at their sleeping mother; they shut their mouths and he brought his foot back, sliding the door closed.

"Is mom alright?"

Bruce looked at Dick and nodded. "She's fine. Wine drunk...but fine." He looked down at Damian. "(Y/N) does a lot for all of us. You owe her an apology when she wakes up." Damian nodded, watching as he walked past them, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.

***

The dull throb in her head told her the migraine was something she was going to need some aspirin, water, and a heavy blanket to block out the light to fix. She groaned lightly as she burrowed her face in her pillow, then she opened her eyes and looked around the room.

Immediately, she took in the sight of the four of her boys curled up like cats in the bed with her. A smile graced her lips and she reached down beside her hip, running a hand over Tim's head; he shifted in his sleep, burying his face in her side and she struggled to bite back the laugh that wanted to come out. She reached over again and ran her hands through Dick and Jason's hair, watching them do the same.

She smiled at them, then a voice sounded from beside her. "Are you awake, Umi?" (Y/N) looked to her side, seeing Damian curled up beside her. Bruce's broad shoulders made him look so tiny from where he was laying and she nodded, raising a hand and caressing his head.

"I'm awake, sweetheart." He nodded, then moved under her arm, resting his head on her shoulder. Her arm settled comfortably around him, and she brought up her hand, gently running her fingers through his short hair.

After a few moments he whispered, "...I'm sorry, Umi."

Her response was to press her lips to his forehead, and murmur, "I know, baby."

He swallowed thickly, feeling the beginnings of tears gathering in his eyes. "I didn't mean to say it."

She nodded; her lips still pressed to his forehead. "I know you didn't, sweetheart. It was something said in anger."

He moved to sit up, looking up at her as he whispered harshly, "But I have hurt you! I made you cry! I...did this." He dropped his gaze, closing his eyes, and (Y/N) watched the tears begin to fall down his cheeks. He looked back up at her a few seconds later and said, "You are my mother, Umi...you are the only mother I've known."

(Y/N) shifted, careful not to wake her sons, then she cupped Damian's cheeks in her hands. "Baby...it's okay...I'm not angry at you."

He shook his head in her grip. "But you're sad because I said you weren't my mother."

(Y/N) brushed her thumbs under his eyes, wiping away the tears. "We all say things that we don't mean." He looked up at her and she searched his eyes. "What matters is that when they are said, we try our best to fix what we've done wrong."

Damian nodded his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Umi."

A sad smile crossed her lips and she leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "I am too, baby." She pulled away and brushed his cheeks again. "I still love you though...with all my heart."

"You do? Even after what I said?"

(Y/N) nodded, pulling him to her; he rested his head under her chin, and she wrapped her arms around him as she murmured, "The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness." She brought up a hand, caressing the side of his head as she whispered, "Each of you has told me as some point that I am not what I am. But I know deep down that none of you meant it. And each time I heard it, it hurt...but forgiveness is a good thing when used."

"To err is human...to forgive...divine."

She smiled at his quote and squeezed him gently. "I love you, Damian...my beautiful baby boy."

The feeling of tears gathered in his eyes, but he blinked them away, his hand clenching in her shirt as he replied, "I love you too, Umi."

There was a moment of silence between them until, "How come the demon-spawn gets all the love? We were here first."

Damian raised his head, glaring at Tim. "I am Umi's favorite, Drake."

"The hell you are, Tater-tot. If anyone's the favorite, it's me."

"I think you're wrong, Little-wing. Iwas the first. I'm the favorite."

"No one asked you, dickhead."

"Mom! Jason called me a mean name!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"Mom!"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her two oldest as they began to shove at each other, and eventually, Tim and Damian got into the mess, and she watched their fists and feet fly at each other.

A grunt sounded from beside her and she looked down to see her husband glaring at her. "You just had to get them going this early, didn't you, Mrs. Wayne?"

(Y/N) let out a 'pfft' and leaned down, pressing her lips to his before laying her head on his arm, their foreheads touching. "Yeah...but I know that when they're fighting like this, they're giving each other love."

"Tough love."

She snorted and tickled his side, feeling him jerk away. "But love nonetheless."

He opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of someone grunting cut him off. "Mom! Jason won't let me out of this headlock!"

"Mom! Jason won't let me-"

"STOP MOCKING ME, JASON!"

"You're unbearable, Drake! I am Umi's favorite!"

"Keep telling yourself that, oompa-loompa."

"I am not an oompa-loompa!"

(Y/N) sighed and looked at her husband. "Never a dull morning, is it Mr. Wayne?"

He grinned at her but grunted when one of them hit his side. "No, it's not Mrs. Wayne. No, it is not."

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