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deliciousbasementtrash · 5 months

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Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Artist: https://www.instagram.com/twalxxart/ Twalxx

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are now a nurse for the entire Batfamily. There has been an emergency and you have been called into the line of fire. You have been injured by the Black Mask, how will Jason react?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x Female!reader

Warning: Adult language, mentions of gunshots and death

Word Count: 2.4k

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Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part 9: If I Have to Throw You Over My Shoulder I Will

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Jason Todd

[Jason, please we need backup. We need you.] Dick had sent about ten minutes ago.

Some dark part of me wanted to do nothing. The part of me that was tortured and beaten. The part of me that was angry no one cared enough to avenge me. But I loved Dick like he was my flesh and blood. And whether I admit it to myself or not… I love Bruce the same way.

Often I think about how my life led me down this way. Was it fate? Was it God? Was it just dumb fucking luck?

There is one theory I keep circling back to. The Red String Theory. At birth, we have invisible red strings tying us to the people we are destined to meet. Was I tied to my parents? Bruce? Alfred? Dick? Tim? Barbara? Steph? Cass? Damian? Duke? Or even… him?

That’s too many. If that’s true, my fate lines look more like a messy evidence board. Or maybe a fucked up marionette puppet. Like I was made to be influenced by those tied to me. Pushed and pulled. Just a vessel of violence.

But the Red String Theory couldn’t be true. At least not for me. I’m so covered in red. You can’t pull a red thread out of a sea of blood.

My morbid thoughts halted when I saw Pizza Joe’s. I parked off to the side. In an alley, no one could see. I approached the gunshots, listening for Dick. Boy Wonder was nowhere to be seen, but I made mental notes of the men that were perched on the buildings.

I made my way discreetly around the building, toward the back. My heart stopped dead in my chest.

Y/n was pinned against the wall. With a gun in her mouth. Fighting with everything in her against the Black Mask.

Something in me snapped. Without hesitation I shot twice at his arm, severing the flexor digitorum profundus and rendering his index and middle finger useless. I shot through his stupid fucking masked head. I shot through his heart. I shot through the bastard's fucking dick. I shot. And I shot. And I shot. No one hurts her. Ever.

I barely noticed Bruce as I stepped over him. I could have checked his pulse, his status, anything. But all I cared about was getting to her.

Anger and fear surged inside me, at the sight of seeing her covered in blood. I started to panic. My chest felt like one thousand pounds of pressure was crushing me. All I could do to calm myself down was to pull her into my arms and hug her tight enough that I felt her heartbeat against mine. She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive.

I had stayed away from her this past week. Trying to keep her safe from whatever bullshit I would bring her. But here she was finding the danger all on her own. Without me to make sure she was safe.

Seeing her face, feeling her against my body, lit something up inside me. Anger surged.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I growled.

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Jason grabbed my chin, slowly moving it from side to side, inspecting my blood-spattered face. His mouth was moving but all I could hear was the damn ringing in my skull. Jason frowned and looked at both my ears. I felt a warmth run down the left side of my neck.

Jason leaned into my right side, his cold helmet brushed against the shell of my ear making me shiver. “You’re hurt.” The words were simple. But they were laced with bitterness and anger that went beyond reason.

I looked up at his Red Hood, “Dick needs your help.” I couldn’t tell if I was screaming the words or saying them at a reasonable volume. I couldn’t gauge Jason’s reaction either which annoyed me. I wanted to rip that helmet off and see his face.

“I’m looking at someone that needs my full attention right now. Grayson can handle himself,” he snarled the words at me.

Gunshots sounded loud enough for me to hear. My brain started spiraling into the worst-case scenario. A Dick Grayson riddled with bullets involuntarily entered my mind. “Please help him. Please, Jason.” I grabbed his arm as I begged. His bicep tensed under my grip.

“I’m not leaving you alone,” he ground out. “Get behind me.” Despite his harsh tone, he gently moved me behind him. His broad shoulders and generous height covered me completely. I kept a hand at the base of his hip. Ready to heal him if needed.

There were four shooters surrounding Dick, and three on the buildings, all pointing their guns at him. Jason opened a pocket on his thigh and reloaded his right gun one-handed. He was so smooth with the movement it was like he was doing something simple like buttering toast. He was dexterous at a level I can only describe as masterful.

Jason aimed at an impossible speed and precision. Seven shots rang out. Seven men fell. I don’t even think they realized Jason was enemy fire until they already had a bullet fly through them. It was seemingly impossible.

Jason didn’t give me a chance to assess Dick or Bruce before throwing me over his shoulder and walking away.

“I need to help them! Jason! Jason, listen to me!” I yelled and slapped the back of his leather jacket. He ignored me or I didn’t hear his response. Knowing him, most likely the former.

Suddenly, he moved me off his shoulder and straddled me onto his motorcycle. My mind was acutely aware of his large hands pinning my waist down.

“Grayson is fine. He will take care of Bruce and your car. I’m taking you home. Now.” He was leaning toward my good ear again, his voice was dark and commanding. Lighting a certain part of me on fire. Who am I kidding, my whole being burned.

“I am fine, Jason. Really. You got there in time. Just let me heal the boys and I’ll go with you!” I sneered at him.

“How about no,” Jason sneered back and straddled onto the motorcycle behind me. His firm body was flush against the entire back side of mine. My breathing became uneven when he reached his arms around me and revved his motorcycle before accelerating. I tried not to lean back into him. But he was so warm and I was so tired. Jason must have felt my tension. His hand found my hip, as he continued steering with the other. He pushed back, forcing my body to melt into his.

“I’ve got you,” he said, making me shiver.

Gotham was a blur of lights as Jason drove us back to the Batcave. In a record, 6 minutes. Which I tried not to take personally.

He rode us through the entrance, and as close as he could get to my workstation. He got off quickly as if trying to get away from me. But just as quickly scooped me up from my underarms and placed me on top of my examination table. I blushed at the firm way he moved me around. Like I was his to just grab and move as he pleased. He was an extremely strong man. He made it seem like it was no effort at all.

He roughly took off the Red Hood. His hair was a wild mess. His eyes were dark with what appeared to be anger and concern. His breathing quickened as he looked me over.

“What blood is yours?” He curtly asked, messily digging into my neat supplies. I tried not to cringe as he did. With his mask off it was a lot easier to understand him because I could read his lips and vaguely hear him.

I looked down at my red-stained hands. I curled them up and down. The blood was sticky and cracked. Suddenly, an assault of memories flooded my mind.

The hospital wing after the mass shooting—healing a man being tortured over and over for information—my mom's bloody nose—my bloody legs dripping into my sneakers. Breathing became sharp and rushed.

A hand gently caressed my face, “Hey, hey. It’s just me. It’s Jason,” his voice and touch was gentle. Easing my mind back to reality. When I was no longer trapped in my own mind I realized that Jason was once again cleaning up my hands. He washed the blood off of them until you never knew I had stabbed a man in the neck.

His hands were warm and calloused and thorough. For a moment he just held my hands in his. His thumb traced small circles on the inside of my wrist causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. Slowly, he trailed upward to my forearm, and an angry sigh left his mouth. Wordlessly, he cleaned and tended my cut. Wordlessly, he wiped the blood and brain matter from my face and neck. Wordlessly, he took off my stained hoodie and disgusting scrubs. Until I was left in my white undershirt and tight black shorts.

His eyes were hard and staring just above the curve of my breast. Right where my heart rapidly beat. Right where the Black Mask had made a small but deep cut. And then his eyes trailed upward. Toward my bruised neck, and burned cheek.

“I should have killed him slower,” he growled out. I hadn’t realized how close Jason was to me. Somehow he had gotten between my legs and mere inches away from my face. My cheeks heated, as I took in the oddly delicate features of this harsh man. He had a very light sprinkling of freckles across his nose. His eyes were more of a stormy gray than blue. His eyelashes were so pretty and long I wanted to slap him. And his Cupid’s bow was sharp and defined which highlighted his full lips. I swallowed roughly.

“Thank you, for—for helping me,” I whispered, afraid that if I spoke any louder I might scare him off.

Jason scoffed angrily, “You shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place. I’m going to beat Bruce with an inch of his life—”

Gently, I gripped Jason’s hand, “I chose this. Don’t be mad at Bruce. If anything, be mad at me. I should have been more prepared. I should have brought a weapon.”

Jason leaned his forehead in so it was just barely touching mine. I involuntarily held my breath.

His hands reached for mine as he traced along my old burns. “We are bad for you.” He whispered.

“You guys have given me a part of myself that I thought was lost forever. How could that ever be bad?” I lifted a hand hesitantly up toward his cheek. Jason leaned in like he was desperate for the contact. For comfort. For me.

“I can’t get you out of my head. I want—” Jason’s soft words were interrupted by the screeching of my car followed by the Batmobile. Jason practically jumped five feet away from me. I frowned at the lack of contact.

Well, Bruce is well enough to drive, that’s good. Pretty fucking shit timing though, Batboy.

I lowered myself from the table. I tried hiding my wince, but I saw Jason tense. He reached forward steadying me, before scolding, “Do not push yourself for them.”

Dick came out of my car with a large dimpled smile and a huge ugly shinner. Bruce looked pale but better. I motioned for them to sit where I was just perched. Ready to finish healing them.

Bruce was simple. I just had to re-patch him up. Finish what I started. Dick was a bit more complicated. Homie had the snot beat out of him. One of the bright sides was that he wasn't shot.

When I was done, both Dick and Bruce politely excused themselves to their rooms.

I slowly cleaned up my workstation. Jason silently helped me. His mouth was a firm line.

My hands shook with exhaustion when I was done. My eyes went in and out of focus. My head was pounding from the exertion and the physical trauma. I covered my bad ear, trying to will the ringing to stop. Jason noticed and gently pulled me to him. Before I knew it he had his arm under my knees and back, and he cradled me into the elevator.

I snorted at him, “I’m fine, Jason, really. Don’t go through the trouble of carrying me.”

“I think I want to rip that word out of your vocabulary,” he snapped. “Let me just carry you. Don’t make it a big deal.”

My heart sank, and I whispered, “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“While I’m at it, I’ll take that one too,” he said, pressing the button number 4. Our floor number. “Don’t lie to me and tell me you’re fine. Don’t ever apologize for existing.” He huffed and paused, “Please.”

I nodded, not sure what to say. The elevator ride went by shockingly quickly. He walked past his room and into mine. He set me down on my bed gently. He pulled my blankets back and covered me. I got deja vu as he did it. I smiled under my covers.

Jason pulled an armchair towards my bed. He angled it so he could see both the door and the windows. I looked at him, confused.

He shrugged at me, “I didn’t like seeing a man have a gun in your mouth. I actually don’t think I saw it for more than two seconds before everything went red.”

“So, that explains why you’re watching me in my armchair because…”

Hashbrown barrelled toward Jason. She rubbed her body on his feet demanding attention. Jason swiftly picked her up and held her on his lap. She seemed to soothe him as he pet her. The tension in his body decreased, instead of ramrod straight he leaned back. Almost comfortable, but not quiet.

“Because I need to make sure that you’re okay,” he said after a few minutes went by.

“Why?” I asked, needing an answer.

“I don’t like it when you’re hurt. Or in danger,” he answered.

“Why?” I demanded, again.

He roughly raked a hand through his messy hair, “I don’t know why. I just feel like… like you’re mine to protect. You put all your energy into healing other people. You deserve someone to care if you’re healthy and safe.”

I think only two people in the world have ever cared about that. Sam and my mom. His words were like wildfire to my mind and body.

Warmth bloomed in my chest, followed by boldness, “Do you have to protect me from all the way over there? Or can you protect me in my bed?”

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chiroptaro · 1 year

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I WANT THE BATS TO LAUGH MORE LET THEM HAVE JOKES!! LET THEM HAVE FUN!!!!

bruce's laugh has changed over the years. as a kid it was a frequent joyful laugh. he didn't laugh again till he got dick, and then it was a quiet chuckle. with jason it was less often, but still happened. he didnt laugh for a long time after jason. now he just smiles softly at his kids when he thinks theyre funny <3

batman has a wry little smirk that infuriates soo many people

brucie is always laughing loud, but others don't really pay attention to it except for eye rolls or a dirty look. at best a fake little titter and a hand on his arm. he just keeps laughing anyway

dick would giggle. like no doubt any age this guy is giggling.

jason has a full throw-your-head-back clutch-your-stomach belly laugh that has him panting afterwards (...don't think about how the first time he laughs like this again he stops out of breath and rubs his face with a palm and looks a little sad. don't think about how that first laugh isn't in front of the bats. and how it takes him years to laugh in front of them. and when he does at least one of them starts crying. dont think about it) anyways

cass has a snorting laugh argue with a brick wall she means everything to me

tim has a "ha!" idc how else to explain it its just ha! funny! but not in a passive aggressive way

steph has a loud contagious laugh that makes other people look over and smile even if they have no idea why she's laughing

damian visibly tries to hide a smile when he finds something genuinely funny. maybe he covers his mouth with his hand maybe he just twists his mouth up but everyone can tell he's smiling

duke has a silent laugh. perhaps a squeaky one. but his laugh always includes a huge smile stretching his cheeks

#xixi rants #i am not tagging all of them pls #batman #batfam #bat family #bat fam #batfamily #idk the common tag for them #batgang #???#omg a hit tweet

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batstorm93672 · 2 years

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Tim was having a horrible day- actually no make that a week. From losing someone he's been tracking for days, Wayne Enterprises work, getting badly hurt and needing stitches, then a whole bunch of other stuff that he's forgotten or simply was too tired to care for. Then the last thing of all, this damn case of the man he was tracking which he had to keep studying in order to find and considering the man found out he was bring tracked his strikes will most likely change.

Then Damian came in, he walked past Tim and grabbed a book. Sitting down, Tim could feel the boy's gaze on him every now and then. "Can I help you?" Tim wanted to bite his tongue, that came out a lot meaner than he intended. "What are you working on?" "None of your business" Damian rolled his eyes "Tt, Someone seems to have woken on the wrong side of the bed"

"Shut up brat"

Damian scowled "I'm trying to be nice, what the fuck is your problem?"

"You, you are my problem Damian! If you could just shut up" "Why are you shouting at me? I'm trying to help" "If you wanna help so bad then leave" "No, you're working on something aren't you?" Tim's voice was laced with sarcasm "No really?" Damian has long forgotten his book now.

"You should take a break, it's not good to be acting like this"

"Hmph you sound unlike yourself"

"Grayson told me that I should help if I can, I'm trying to be nice"

"God shut up! Dick just says shit to get you away!"

Damian got mad and shouted "Grayson loves me just as he does the family!"

"WHO COULD LOVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU!? YOU WEREN'T WANTED AND BRUCE SURE AS HELL DIDN'T WANT YOU, FROM THE WAY YOUR MOTHER HANDED YOU TO HIM IT DIDN'T SEEM LIKE SHE WANTED YOU EITHER! EVERYONE JUST HAS TO PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT, YOU'RE AN ENTITLED SELFISH BRAT! EVERYONE WOULD BE HAPPIER IF YOU WEREN'T EVEN IN THIS FAMILY"

Everything turned silent, Tim was clutching his laptop and looking down.

Tim looked up when he heard a strange noise, it was Damian... crying... Damian was crying.

Tim said nothing as Damian's expression of anger that he tried to keep together broke and he got up, quickly leaving as Tim dumbfounded just watched.

It's been three days, Damian hasn't done anything, he hasn't come out of his room, didn't eat unless Alfred leaves it at the door. He shut everything and everyone away, his windows were locked as was his door. Not even the animals were inside his room, he didn't go on Patrol and he's been refusing to talk to anyone not even Dick.

Tim was racked with guilt, but he didn't tell anyone, no one else knew why he acted like this. It was Tim's fault...

At the fourth day, Tim spilled everything to everyone. Bruce looked stunned, Dick was looking down as he covered his mouth, Jason was reading before the conversation started and had slammed his book shut, Cass was tense, Duke looked worried and Steph was looking at Tim as if she smelled something bad.

"What. The. Fuck." Jason was pissed and Tim looked away from everyone.

Jason was fuming as he began to pace around, running his hands through his hair in annoyance "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK TIM!" Dick placed his hand on Jason's shoulder, who shrugged it off "Tim. Go apologize"

"He's obviously not letting anyone come close, so how could I even begin to do so?"

"You better find a God damn way to or else I'm using you as a human battering ram"

"Jaybird, you need to calm down. Getting worked up won't help"

Jason grit his teeth "Have you heard him?! At night the kid cries, sobbing even! He cries himself to sleep" Tim felt horrible, he messed up. His little brother who made so much progress and had apologized to him for hurting him, Tim destroyed all of that. Tim stood up and left.

He approached the door and knocked "Damian. It's Tim, I want to talk"

Tim was left with four minutes of silence, until he heard something move. A few more minutes later, Damian opened the door a crack "Hey... I- um wanted to say sorry" Tim was horrible at this, why can't he just apologize?

"..."

"Can I... come in?"

"..."

Damian looked like a zombie right now, completely drained of everything.

Damian closed his eyes for a moment and walked away, a silent yes. Tim stepped in and locked the door as Damian went back into his bed.

His room was nice he had a few posters up likely from the zoo, yet it all felt so... empty. "Damian... I messed up horribly and I want to say I'm sorry. Even though it probably won't mean much, I didn't mean it. I was angry and shouldn't have taken it out on you when you were trying to help me" Damian grabbed a glass of water, then sighing and putting his hands together as he kept sitting, his feet not touching the floor. "Don't worry on it Drake. You're right, I wasn't ever wanted. I never will be, this made-up stuff I make thinking that I could be loved was all a lie. No one wants me here, only you saw through it. I was an idiot thinking so, that I meant anything. I'm nothing" Tim was starting to get nervous, why can't Tim stop Damian from talking, apologize or give him a hug?

"No. No you're not nothing, Damian you mean everything. I was wrong to lash out at you and I'm really sorry. I don't want you to feel at fault, I was being an asshole, we love you, I love you Damian. So much that when I messed up I hated myself and out of everyone you don't deserve that" Damian made a small noise as he began to sob whatever he had left in his puffy red eyes. Tim walked closer and hugged him.

"You are right... you definitely are an asshole"

"I know I am. I love you Damian"

"I love you too"

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#you know what im going to make them fight and be sad screw it #damian wayne #damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #tw depressing

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oifaaa · 2 years

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Damian and Duke could cover the mouth area? I mean, I don't think they need it for the "Selina/Talia reason" 💋

This ask confused the hell out of me for several reason but mainly bc my first reaction to why selina and talia didn't cover their mouths was so they could make out with each other and I do not think under any circumstances duke or Damian should be doing that with each other at all

#Ask #Emistar0 #But why would Duke and Damian cover their mouths #???#They don't have mouth coverings in canon #I'm just so confused #But I do think selina and talia should make out more in Canon #As a treat

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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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Geez, idk guess I want you in your feels. If you want something fluffier check out @bat-boys-zine bat boy x reader zine here!

Dick

* He sort of see’s it coming

* He’s dated literal goddesses before, and even the most beautiful people were insecure about something on their body

* So when your hands hover over your stomach, your mouth pulled into a fine line, hands pinching at the flesh like you wish you could just tear it off

* He places his hands over yours, rubbing the aching flesh

* “Don’t do that, you’re hurting yourself”

* “I feel like Halsey when she said ‘I wish I could cut some parts off with some scissors’”

* And Dick doesn’t get it, not really, he thinks you’re fine just the way you are.

* “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you”

Jason

* I think he’s sort of taken off guard

* “What do you mean?” He’ll ask, feeling a little shocked

* It’s a little hard for you to admit too, you always put up a confident facade, and sometimes it gets so real you start to believe you’re perfect too

* But then you have days like this where you can’t tear your eyes away from every physical thing ‘wrong’ with your body

* Jason might actually cry when he starts hearing you go into detail about what you don’t like about your stomach or your figure

* He feels your pain like it’s his

* He kneeling in front of you, on his knees with a tear stained face begging

* “Please don’t talk about yourself like that”

Duke

* I think he’s the type to sort of agree

* Not that he thinks there’s anything wrong with the way you look but he’ll nod and say-

* “Me too, I hate my nose and I feel like my arms are too small”

* And you’ll tell him his nose is fine, perfect for little kisses in the morning and he’ll crack a smile

* “I feel the same, I think you give the best hugs”

* I think talking about your flaws with Duke is sort of healing, because he feels the same way

* “Let’s reach a compromise, you wear the clothes you want to and so will, so when you see me wearing a tank top, know that that’s me reminding you that you’re not alone”

Tim

* Genuinely clueless

* “What?” He’ll mumble, eyes stinging from sleep deprivation as he stifles a yawn

* “I just wish- I just wish I looked like one of those people on the covers of magazines”

* His mind feels fuzzy, how long has it been since he slept or ate

* But his mind is still sharper than most

* “Baby, those people don’t even look like that, all those pictures are super edited”

* Before you can respond, he’s pushed you onto the bed, yawning as he lays his head on your lap, burying his face into your stomach

* “Besides why would you want to change? You’re so soft and warm- you feel like home”

Damian

* He genuinely doesn’t get it

* He’s so clueless you have to spell it out for him

* Halfway through he tugs your arm, pulling you into his car

* “Damian where are we going?”

* Is he hungry or something

* He stops at the art museum downtown

* Paying for tickets and tugging you to the second floor

* “I know you like making art but-“

* You stop abruptly when he stops in front of a massive marble statue

* It’s of a person, folded over in a squat, they have more of a full figure, wrinkles and rolls, skin folding

* “Who does that look like?” He’ll ask

* “Me” you mumble and he smiles

* “That’s why I don’t get it, you always look like art to me”

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batfam-rewrites · 3 years

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Barbara: Hey, Steph, how are you enjoying Chicago?

Stephanie: It’s pretty decent. Campus is pretty nice, classes are pretty decent, a lot of new friends, and plenty of crime in case Tim and I get bored, want to spend a date night stopping crime, or something else, we could just simply leave campus and suit up.

Duke: Even though part of the reason you went away for college was to hang up the costumes for the time being.

Stephanie: Yeah but there’s only so much you could try to ignore before you just can’t ignore it anymore.

Barbara: What about you Tim?

Tim: *gets up and walks to the piano* EVERYONE!!!!!! *sitting in front of the piano*

Everyone: *stares at Tim from the dining room*

Tim: I would like to compose an original piece. I call this “Anxiety”. *sets a sheet of paper in front of him and places his fingers over the keys but doesn’t play them*

Damian: Are you playing?

Tim: *doesn’t answer*

Jason: *walks over* No *points to the sheet of music* It keeps going, Full rest. Two half rest, then it just keeps going. *looks over the entire page* It’s just silence, but it keeps getting faster.

Stephanie: Are you really going to turn that in?

Tim: *still doesn’t answer*

Cassandra: So I take it that you’re enjoying your intro to writing music class thing.

Tim: *in a high pitched scream* COLLEGE IS STRESSING ME OUT!!!!!

Dick: *slurps his pasta, then talks with his mouth full* Join the club. Why did you think I dropped out the first time?

Tim: *joins everyone back in the dining room*

Bruce: Because you procrastinated so long and spent all of your class time being Robin that when I fired you and forced you to actually do your work, it was too much for you so you just dropped out.

Dick: Damn it! I forgot that you remember everything.

Tim: I haven’t left the dorm as much as I thought I would.

Alfred: Good thing you didn’t go to Oxford like you originally planned.

Stephanie: Yeah, and I haven’t been much help either.

Tim: Not true. If it weren’t for you I would have already burnt out.

Selena: Aww! That’s sweet.

Helena: Is it though?

Duke: Yeah, it kinda is.

Dick: Man I can top that! Back when....

Harper: *covers Dick’s mouth* Shhhh yuck! *looks at her hands and sees marinara sauce* Barbara, how do you deal with him?

Barbara: I don’t. Some of the time he makes me laugh, and about twenty percent of the time he makes me wonder why I ever agreed to date him.

Dick: My charming personality!

Barbara: Nope!

Jason: *gasp* How dare you say that to the most annoying person I know?!

Dick: Hey!

Jason: *sticks his tongue out*

Tim: GUYS, THIS WEEKEND IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT STEPH AND I! HE HAD HIS CHANCE IN THE SPOTLIGHT SIX YEARS AGO!!! WE’RE SPECIAL NOW!!! WE *points to him and Stephanie* US!!!!!

Everyone: *silence*

Tim: And I call that piece “Tantrum”.

Damian: Not everything is about you, Drake.

Alfred: Master Tim, you know better than to raise your voice like that at us. Go to your room.

Tim: But Alfred...

Alfred: I don’t want to hear it.

Tim: But Dick started it!

Alfred: Go to your room. You can join us again when you have calmed down and are ready to apologize for your actions.

Tim: Fine. *sits up and walks out of the dining room*

Duke: I always thought Bruce held that authority.

Bruce: You’re wrong. It’s always been Alfred, I just refused to just let him do so.

Harper: But, and no offense, you pay Alfred!

Bruce: Not for the last ten years.

Jason: Pffft.... Cheapskate.

Alfred: I would have still fathered him for free. I’m just glad none of you are as self destructive as he was.

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winterwolf0916 · 3 years

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Batboys reaction to guys hitting on you PT. 2

Note: this is in their POV and Damian is aged up here. Also this post format is inspired by @kindaangelic. *Sniffle*(wipes tears) What a QUEEN!!! Her posts never fail to get a laugh out of someone. So classy too~ Warning: Cursing & Slight mentions of NSFW

Dick:

We got a new teammate?

Yay

New friend!

Ooooh

He’s a ladies man too?

Well Damn! Everyone’s falling for him

Nice work

Wait...

Why are his cheeks going red at the sight of Y/N?

Eh? Why bother I should probably get back to wor-HOLD up.

Did he just...

Enchanté Y/n and gave her the kiss on hand and wink???

AND have the AUDACITY To pick her up in his arms because of a spider crawling around??!!!

WE’RE AT A HERO FACILITY FILLED WITH BADASSES

Hohoho

Is that a challenge I smell?

This man getting closer to crossing the line isn’t he?

Why the hell would you ask Y/n to accompany you at the gym!!!???

Let me at him!

Wally! Let go of my arm!

Fine Fine

I’ll deal with this in the most mature adult way as possible...

“Heeyyy Babe”

Yes I said babe

SIR

I am not faking it!

WE’RE ACTUALLY A COUPLE HERE

Jason:

Hehe

Who is he?

And why is y/n squealing and hugging him?

Eh must be a friend.

And-oh, he’s giving a gift to Y/n?

I should buy one after patrol tonight

Why...

Why is he hugging Y/N again and longer?

he’s ...giving me a smirk...

hehe

the fuck?

THE FUCK?

...

My patience levels are dropping now

Imma just pull Y/n away now

Yeah go ahead and glare at me again

I fucking dare you

That’s right...Cower away you coward

Why are you still trying to talk to her?

You...want to hang out with Y/n someday?

Ok that does it

“Hey doll, do you want to go home now?”

“Huh? Why?”

“To y’know,” I’m going to whisper in your ear but he’s going to hear it loud and clear, “get all nasty on each other?”

Ah, Y/n’s getting flustered now

Heh, that the best reaction I’ve seen from that bastard

“J...Jas-”

“Or we can do it here, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind. Besides, your panties are in my favorite color today-”

Why did you cover my mouth Y/n?

I was about to get into the best parts

No no don’t apologize to him, there’s no need

That’s right, leave you bastard

Heh

Wait no not you Y/n

Come back

I wouldn’t call it an embarrassment more as protecting territory

Tim:

Can he please stop talking

like please

She said he’s a smart guy huh?

Pfft as if

Did he just...Correct my mistake on this software...

AND advise me to switch the wires????

Like It’ll work...

It works...

Talking to Y/n not a problem.

Placing a hand on her shoulder as you both laugh...

Suspicious

But I’ll just keep typing.

Cuz I ain’t jealous...

I'm soooo not eavesdropping dropping you guys

Did he just say, “So I heard you’re flexible.”

Now that’s my cue to close my laptop

Lets see who’s smarter here...

...

Ok not bad

Did he just roast me about my dark eyes?

Excuse me-Shut up Damian! No one likes to hear you laugh!

Now let’s continue our battle

PFFT

You’re getting weaker bro

I’ve heard better insults by a 10 yr old

Wait wait

Let me drop a little salt right here before I burn your ass

“You know Y/n is pretty hot right? But do you know what makes her even sexier? Being able to see her without the suit.”

“Tim!”

Damian:

Give me a hell of a good reason of why I shouldn’t stab the delinquent.

I’m not angry he complimented y/n’s eyes

I’m angry because he complimented of how “Sexy” she looked in it

Oh and Y/n’s having fun?

And he asked her to fucking dance?

Twitch...

Me?

Jealous????

Never!

Am I sure?

Oh please y/n don’t ask stupid questions

Of course not

Of course not...

....Of course not...

Why is his hand going lower on her back???

Did he just LOOK DOWN at her butt when he spun her around?

AJDIDLHDSJ

AND DID A DIP!!!!

That’s my woman you’re messing with

No Duke

I will not count to ten...

1...2...5...

He pulled her to HIS chest!

AND HE’S LEANING IN????????????

There is no reason to continue counting to 10 when I’m already to 200.

“Excuse me. MAY I CUT IN.”

No?

nO?

Is this peasant here questioning me???

Thank you Y/n! I would love to be your new dance partner

*cue batglare towards the bastard when Y/n isn’t looking*

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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“Pa’que Pare de Chingar”

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 3

AN: Part 3 is HErEEEEEE!!! I apologize for not posting this yesterday. Hope y’all enjoy bc in un ratito Part 4 will be out.

Warnings: smut, brief mention of weed and brief mention of birth control

requested? nope

Word Count:

Calum leaned back in his seat and scrolled through Twitter while he waited for Claudia to get her birth control pills from the pharmacy. He was still pissed at the lady with the rat.

Mrs. Garner, the neighbor whose dog bit Damian, ended up leaking a video of him and Claudia making out in the Santos driveway as a way to get back at them for reporting her dog. It was more of a compilation of them dating back to the summer before to just a few weeks ago when they got back from walking Duke and Panchito. It created an uproar.

Fans were confused and surprised that Calum and Claudia have been together the whole time. Others were angry at the neighbor for invading their privacy. The paparazzi set up camp in the neighborhood in hopes of getting pictures of the couple since Mrs. Garner had also leaked their address. For the sake of Claudia's family and their privacy and safety, Calum and Claudia went back to Calum's house in L.A. where the neighborhood was more private.

Soon enough, Mrs. Garner got a taste of her medicine when Calum's fans found out she had a wine shop and flooded Yelp and Google with negative reviews. To think she did all of that because her dog bit a little kid.

He closed the app and replied to Ashton's text confirming the time he and his team were going over for the album photoshoot. Calum still couldn't believe that Ashton wrote and produced his own album in such little time. Nonetheless he was proud of him. Ashton is someone he admired purely based on his ambition and talent.

There was a soft knock on the passenger side of the window. Claudia waved at Calum and motioned that the door was locked.

"Shit," He cursed. He reached over and opened the door for her. "Sorry."

"It's okay." She said smoothing out the bed sheet before sitting on it.

It was well into June, making the weather be over 80° which was not a good mix with the car's leather seats and Claudia's short shorts and rompers. Not to mention she sweated an embarrassing amount through her ass.

"I'm hungry. Can we get breakfast burritos before going to Target?" Claudia asked him.

"Of course. San Miguel's?" Calum suggested. It's been months since they went to their go-to Mexican food place at Long Beach.

"Yes. Let me order it through postmates so we can just pick them up."

She pulled out the paper bag containing her birth control and hid it behind her back while she tore apart her purse to get her phone. She felt one of Calum's cool hands on her back, pulling out the paper bag.

"Why are you hiding your birth control like it's a bad thing? I know you're on it." he asked.

"Because." she said, taking the bag and shoving it deep in her purse.

"Because why?"

"It's weird." she giggled nervously. She pulled back her hair into a bun. "Like I've never been at this personal level with any of my exes. Not that it's a bad thing, I'm just still, like, getting used to it."

"Oh."

"Yeah…"

"Did I make it awkward?” Calum asked her, intertwining their fingers together.

“A little, but it’s okay. I don’t want you to overthink this. I’m just getting used to this, you did nothing wrong.”

Claudia leaned over and kissed his cheek. She pulled out her phone and opened Postmates. “Do you want your breakfast bowl hash browns or tater tots?”

“Tater tots please.”

The rest of the drive to San Miguel’s was pleasant. They got into some traffic, but luckily Calum and Claudia were both in good moods, resulting in Calum playing Jose Alfredo Jimenez and Natalia Lafourcade along with other Mexican groups. A few weeks ago, Diego introduced him to them when they both got high and decided to listen to Mariachi music. It was the most they bonded since Calum and Claudia started dating.

Pepe Aguilar faded into the background as Calum lowered the volume. He glanced over at Claudia, she was looking out the window, letting the sunrays dance on her face.

“Hey Claudia?” Calum asked, getting her attention.

“Yeah?” She answered him, pulling herself away from the window.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking you this, but if you’re comfortable, what was your other ex like?” He shifted in his seat awkwardly, not knowing how Claudia was going to respond.

He knew it was one of those wildcard questions. She would either answer him, or go off telling him that the past is the past. But after her comment about her exes, he just had to know. All he knew about the guy was that he played football and was a year older than her.

“Isaiah was a sweetheart. I met him through his sisters. We got close because I defended them when they got made fun of for liking One Direction, they even showed me some of Luke’s covers too. Anyways, we would always hang out at my place so I never met their brother until the first day of school where we were the only underclassmen in our AP Stats class. After that we became really good friends. We became a thing after he asked me to homecoming. Our relationship was pretty much stagnant. We didn’t do anything like sex wise. He was really respectful about that too and always kept the football team in check about that.

This one guy from the football team started a rumor that he hooked up with a girl from the dance team and Isaiah called him out. Like overall he was a good guy. So when he graduated, we decided to just stay friends. We didn’t see each other until my senior prom where he was my date because a certain bass player didn’t go to prom with me after he said yes and I reached my goal of ten thousand retweets.”

“That was you?” Calum yelled. “I felt so bad. We had like a two week break, but a day after our show in Dublin my appendix ruptured and was bed ridden until our break ended. I guess that could explain why you didn’t give me a slice of chocoflan when I went.”

“Damn, I thought your team was just BSing and didn’t want to go. I was really sad and sold my tickets out of spite.” Claudia mumbled to herself.

“I have the corsage somewhere in my room, actually.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I can give it too with one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You slow dance with me.”

***

It happened so fast. Claudia was hanging up some shirts she tie-dyed to air dry while Calum watched in the comfort of their new lounge chair. It had a dark wood foundation with a comfy and waterproof mattress on top. A comment about Claudia's peeking out of her silk romper led to one about how they haven't christened the chair. A few teasing touches later, Calum dropped his slutty shorts. It was a term coined by Claudia after Calum accidentally bought some RVCA shorts that were closer to his crotch than his knees.

Claudia leaned down and captured his lips. She got off the lounge chair, taking her time removing her silk romper. Then she slowly crawled back to Calum. He lifted his bucket hat covered head and leaned up to kiss her once more. He laid back down before pushing back his hat to get a better view of Claudia.

She coated Calum’s cock with her arousal then she slowly slid down his length. Her hands rested on his tummy and Calum placed his hands on her waist, and slowly guided her. Claudia rocked her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes, gasping at the feeling of him all the way inside her.

"Just like that pretty girl,” Calum moaned out.

She opened her eyes and found him staring into hers. Without breaking eye contact she rolled her hips a bit slower, bucking his hips up into her. She moaned as he groaned in pleasure.

"Calum,” Claudia whimpered.

He sat up as Claudia wrapped her arms around his shoulders while he held her in his arms. She slowly continued to roll herself against him and Calum let out an incoherent moan in her ear.

Claudia rested her head against his shoulder. “Hey,” Calum said softly. “Eyes on me."

She lifted her head to look at him. His eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes and a huge smile formed on his lips. Calum captured her lips. Claudia halted her movements and solely focused his mouth. She held onto his face with both hands, deepening their kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Calum pushed Claudia onto her back. Pushing her legs to her chest, he slowly thrusted into her with slightly rough precision. He halted his movements thinking Duke must have gotten out, and looked up.

“Ash?”

“Ashton? I know—”

“Get dressed, Ash and Ryan are here.” He whispered, pulling up his shorts. He tossed her romper and awkwardly stood in front of the chair as she got dressed.

“Are you two seriously fucking?” Ashton yelled from the other side of the pool. “I liked napping in that lounge chair, now you ruined it.”

“Well I liked fucking my boyfriend in this lounge chair, now you ruined that.” Claudia yelled back in the same tone as him.

She leaned into Calum and kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna make some cookies and stuff.”

She waved at Ryan and flipped Ashton off as she passed them to get to the kitchen. She poured some macadamia nuts on a comal and let them toast on a low heat while she prepped the cookie batter. She was making white chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies with spinach. She saw the recipe on Fetch with Ruff Ruffman when she was in elementary school and since then it became her go-to recipe for white chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies. She also liked making them to spite Ashton because he always said her cookies weren't the healthiest. Now he couldn't say anything since she put a bag of spinach in it.

The macadamia nuts finished toasting in time for them to get folded into the cookie dough along with the chocolate chips and spinach. She placed them in the oven and cleaned up while they baked. Remembering she still had some doggie dough, she also placed them in the oven. She then prepared some agua de jamaica with some jamaica leaves that she let soak overnight.

Claudia heard Duke’s barks by the front door. She went over and saw the delivery person walking back to their truck. She motioned Duke to back up so she could open the door to get the package. It was her monthly Savage×Fenty package. She took the box up to their room, thinking of ways to tease. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the kitchen timer go off.

Duke was excitedly wagging his tail in front of the oven, waiting for her to get out the treats she made. He backed away and watched her get out the baking trays.

“En un ratito okay? They’re still hot.” Claudia told him.

Once they cookies and treats cooled off she placed them on plates. She placed the pitcher of agua de jamaica and the cookie plate on a tray and took it outside for the guys. Calum helped her carry it.

“Did you make your spinach cookies to spite Ashton?” He asked her.

“Yeah, pa’que pare de chingar.” She smiled to herself. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. “Also, I got a package, so make sure no one touches your phone in the next hour or so, unless they want to see my ass.”

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shyestofhearts · 3 years

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🧵🪡Anon here!

So, I have an alternative ending to how Damian reacts to people being racist and bigoted towards him at the galas. My friend said that the end sounded kinda white savior-like, and asked that I submit an alternative ending? Idk, but here it goes!

After Dick alerts the family about what’s been going on, they question him on why he never said anything.

“I am trying to better, and not do anything that’ll make believe those stereotypes.” Damian shrugs, not looking at anyone. “Plus, I did not want to hurt Father’s business,”

“Brat,” Tim says softly, his tone conveying hurt and shame. Damian turns away, not wanting to show his vulnerability.

“No one ever noticed anyway” he shrugs. Bruce walks over to Damian,

“I don’t need their money Damian. I don’t need their presence p. I need you and your siblings to feel safe and comfortable in your home,” He tells Damian, “So I’m going to tell you what I told Dick, Jason, and most recently Duke,” Duke clears his throat, as everyone looks at him. He waves his hand awkwardly. All of his siblings can’t help but grin at him. “If someone, especially when in public, is treating you wrong because of something out of your control, I give you permission to act accordingly.” Damian’s eyes widen at hat. “Just don’t get carried away.”

“What does that even mean?” Damian asks bewildered.

“Well,” Dick bounces on over, “Once a Mr. Johnson tried made innuendos towards me when I was young, perhaps fourteen, talking about how he’d love to see just how flexible this *enter g derogatory term* boy really is,” Damian’s face turned to one of race. “I showed him by “accidentally” breaking him nose while doing a backflip.”

“Susan Turner said that Bruce probably saw me working as a rent boy and adopted me so because it was financially easier than continuously going to my corner” shouts of anger come from multiple sides of the room as Jason shrugs. Then he smiles viciously. “I explained to her that I was never a prostitute and that she was disgusting for even thinking Bruce would do that. I than, very loudly, told her I didn’t know she was familiar with purchasing rent boys, and if she thought is was okay for parents to do that to their children she needed to be arrested and have her children removed from her custody.”

“At the last gala some stuffy lady and her husband were drinking their champagne, complaining that Bruce was taking in more and more filth. Said, ‘Look at the latest one, actually looks like a criminal this time,’ and implied something about me possibly learning the ropes and being ‘the help’. I told them, the only filth around here was them, especially as the husband had groped a server a few minutes earlier and the woman just berated the server instead of her husband. Then I called security, who alerted the cops, and had the couple removed.” Duke taps his temple, indicating his eyes, smiling.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice,” Bruce says sincerely. “I just thought that if anyone was giving you trouble, you would already handle it on your own. I honestly expected physical fights from you, and when their was none I figured the guests had understood from previous experiences.” Damian nods, eyes glassy. “I’m in your corner Damian,”

“I can promise to do my best to sue the next newspaper or journalist who write racist bigoted statements about you,” Tim joins in. Damian laughs a bit at that.

“You do what you need to in order to defend yourself against those type of people,” Bruce squeezes Damian’s shoulder.

The next time someone makes a terrorist comment at Damian in a gala, his entire family is on alert and about to jump in to defend him. An older man is going on about how the country is letting terrorists in so they can steal American jobs, and they are sending them younger and younger. Damian just looks at the ugly red faced man, at his drunken uninterested apathetic wife and laughs. It’s not a nice laugh, but a cruel one.

“The only theft I see comes from you and your…wife. You both are wearing, though it is pretty passable, fake brand clothing and jewelry. You think I would not notice? I am a designer! It’s not that hard to spot. What, you couldn’t afford the real thing? That’s surprising, I would think you should be able to with how much you save from not paying your employees fair wages.” Damian scoffs, “You scream about stealing American jobs, but won’t even both to pay your employees enough to have the American dream. If you aren’t using that money on your employees what are you using it on? Perhaps more lines for your wife?” Damian asks, before turning to the woman. ��You got a little bit of white powder on the top of your nose there,” He says in a loud stage whisper, and others are turning to talk about the spectacle. Damian catches Duke’s eye, and he smiles. “Eat the Rick” Duke mouths, laughing a bit. “Now,” Damian turns back to the now tomato-faced man, and cursing Damian profusely, talking suing Damian for slander and libel as his wife turns to wipe her nose. The sound of cameras almost cover the sound of the ranting tomato man, “Yeah, we’re down here.” Damian says, trying to not to be violent as the cameras are still flashing. But the man grabs Damian as he turns to walk away. Damian twists the man’s arm, kicks his legs out from under him, maneuvers him onto his stomach, with his hand behind his back. The wife is finally making sound, though it is a screeching noise. Dick comes to help Damian, followed by Bruce and Jason. “I got this, just make sure the security is here” Damian says. Security removes the couple, but the wife begins throwing her own fit, which is when the security suspect she is under the influence. They call the cops, and they handle to couple.

A week later, plastered across the newspaper is the couple. The wife has been arrested for illegal use of drugs while the husband was arrested for money laundering, embezzling, etc.

No one mentions it to Damian, but everyone at the table can’t stop smiling

Oo thank you for the alternate ending, Sew!

I love this au you've made with my entire soul and I need you to know that

#shy's asks #sewing anon #damian wayne #dc comics #long post #sorry it took me a bit to post #had an exam today and projects earlier in the week

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incorrectbatfam · 3 years

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Stepmom!Selina?

She sees what she's getting into from a mile away, but she welcomes it because Bruce's kids are a part of him, and she loves all of Bruce.

The kids all see it coming too, and while some (Damian) take longer to warm up to her, she's welcomed into the fold with open arms.

Selina's got a heart as big as her partner and while she's not always perfect, you can see how much she cares.

As a former foster child herself, Selina understands Duke's unique experiences and traumas from the foster care system, so whenever he needs to talk, she's the first one he goes to. Sometimes he doesn't want to (or need to) talk, so they'll watch boxing matches or she'll teach him little bits of Mandarin. If the kitchen isn't busy, they'll try their hand at new TikTok recipes, and film themselves either succeeding or debunking the original poster.

Being raised in isolation to be a human weapon meant Cass missed out on a lot of the things daughters typically learn as children/teens. The evening of Cass's first gala, she didn't know the first thing about doing her own hair and makeup. She's braved assassin armies, but her self-made disaster of bobby pins and eyeshadow nearly drives her to tears. Selina swoops in, wipes Cass's face with gentle reassurances, and walks her through step-by-step.

Selina considers it a privilege to have watched Dick grow from the spunky little Robin to the man he is today. Even though he's taller than her, she still ruffled his hair when he does a good job. She also keeps the first ever birthday card he gave her, which includes a pop-up bat signal and scented stickers, and remembers all of his favorite radio stations. Also, when Bruce does something, Dick goes tattling to Selina.

For a while, Carrie mooched off of her siblings' Netflix profiles, but everyone got tired of her messing up their algorithm and she was forced to make her own. She soon realized how much freedom she had because no one could see what she was watching. Selina caught on to the power trip and started researching and watching snippets whenever a new show comes out. That's how she stopped a bunch of preteen girls from watching Squid Game.

Tim often gets overlooked as not just the middle child, but the child who appears put-together and regularly takes on adult responsibilities. Selina, however, remembers that he's still a teenager. She regularly checks in and gradually teaches him that it's okay to let go and act his age. Selina encourages him to call his Young Justice friends outside of missions and take small acts of rebellion against Bruce. When Tim and his boyfriend snuck out to a famous lover's lookout, Selina gave them the car keys and covered for them.

She noticed that Jason really enjoys hanging out with Harley Quinn, bonding over not just Joker trauma but other shared interests like music taste. After Harley turns to the antihero side, Selina discusses with Bruce and they start inviting Aunt Harley and Aunt Ivy to dinner. The first time they do that, Harley is so excited that she baked a three-layer cake just for Jason. Literally, in strawberry frosting, it said, "THIS CAKE IS FOR JASON ONLY." Finding someone that Jason can relate to remains one of Selina's proudest accomplishments.

She's trying her best, but she makes mistakes too. For instance, although Wayne Manor has plenty of kitchen space, Selina does her cooking at Harley and Ivy's because Ivy can offer her fresh plant-based ingredients that suited Damian's needs. When Alfred's not available, she sends Damian to school with healthy, flavorful vegan lunches shaped into Cheese Viking characters. One time, she was tasked with bringing brownies to a PTA meeting. Incidentally, Harley was simultaneously baking a... different kind of brownie for a block party (you can see where this is heading). When an angry superintendent demanded to know who was responsible, Selina wisely kept her mouth shut and thankfully, so did Damian.

Cullen loves concerts, but he's a huge introvert who gets anxiety when he's left alone in a crowd. Selina becomes his concert buddy, and she'll go as all-out as he does. Sometimes that's showing up to a garage band dressed-down in hoodies and sunglasses. Other times it's painting their faces and looking like they just came out of a Hot Topic blowout sale. She even listens to the discography beforehand so she can blend in. Selina learns a lot about Cullen through this, because nothing says more about a person than the music they listen to.

Harper, though looking rough around the edges, turns into a giddy little kid at interactive science museums. During one of these trips, Harper got distracted by the giant Newton's Cradle so she didn't notice a fourth grade field trip sweeping up Selina. When they reunited at the gift shop, a chaperone had given Selina a school t-shirt and she was put in charge of grading ten kids' assignments. Harper laughed so hard that she spewed lemonade on the museum owner. Neither of them will let the other live that day down.

Selina and Barbara openly talk about guy stuff, and Selina is more than happy to offer advice in times of need. They're both pretty liberal talking about that stuff, and one time they did a tier ranking of all the Gotham Rogues based on how effective their gimmick is (Joker was the only S-tier). They then proceeded to get into a debate on whether or not Man-Bat and Killer Croc should qualify for the list, which led to them staring each other down at dinner while the other family members sat around them confused.

Steph's school offered a Mother's Day breakfast. Although Crystal Brown was doing her best and wanted to make it, she was scheduled a double-shift that the breakfast fell right in the middle of. Selina reached out to Crystal and with permission, went in her place. Afraid that Steph would publicly reject her, Selina sat in the parking lot for ten minutes as Bruce amped her up over the phone. Steph, thinking that no one would no up, was ecstatic and said that she couldn't have thought of anyone better. They enjoyed stacking up waffles and making the girls who bully Steph envious.

Long before she and Bruce got married, Selina made it clear that she would not be relegated to the gender-typical role of a homemaker, and Bruce happily concurred because it's 2021. They knew that to give Alfred a break, they'd have to take on some chores themselves. Instead of dividing up a boring old chore chart, they find ways to make cleaning fun and collaborative. They'll dance around the halls in mop slippers, play "guess the stain", and race their roombas. The kids see this and start modeling the behavior in their own ways—Dick swings from high places to dust them, Damian trains his pets to pick up garbage, and Cass and Duke compete to see who can clean the most bathtubs.

Some parts of the Manor are due for redecorating, so Selina and Alfred make a day trip out of interior design sketches, flipping through furniture catalogues, and looking at paint swatches. It sounds boring at first, but the menial tasks meant they had plenty of time for conversation, and she finally understood why everyone respects him. They also made room in the afternoon for a stroll through the park and afternoon tea, where he told her and her only the secret to a perfect scone.

The other Justice League partners welcome her into the group too. Whenever Selina's in Metropolis, she joins Lois and Ma and Pa for Sunday brunch where they share what their kids have been up to. Iris shows her life hacks to cooking large batches of food in a short time. Selina and Dinah discover an online store dedicated to selling vigilante gear and go on a Cyber Monday spree for their whole families. Steve Trevor, Diana's partner, teaches Selina how to fly with the invisible jet so she can surprise Bruce with the batplane.

After overcoming their initial conflicts, Selina and Talia hold a high amount of respect for each other. Talia sees Selina as not just a capable combatant, but a worthy partner to her former beloved and stepmother to her son. Selina, after spending all that time with the kids, understands the motherly love that Talia holds for Damian and makes it abundantly clear that she would never try to replace Talia in the boy's life. Regardless, looking after all those kids is hard, so they are very much open to the idea of co-parenting.

(Selina doesn't know it, but all this makes Bruce fall in love with her all over again.)

#ask #anonymous #selina kyle #catwoman #gotham city sirens #gotham rogues #batfamily #batfam #batkids #batsibings #batclan #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #tw food mention #tw mental health mention #tw drug mention

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 4 years

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“ i can feel your breath on my skin. ” for an older Damian Wayne? 🤍

Had to stop this abruptly because I always get carried away with Damian.

When Dick suggested splitting the team up due to the scale of the mission, you assumed you would be paired up with Cassandra.

The moment you were thrown into a flight with Damian, you knew things wouldn’t go smoothly.

And they weren’t. You would have to share a room and a bed or look for another place to stay. Searching aimlessly throughout the snowy town didn’t sound appealing or necessary.

You were adults, it was fine, nothing to worry about other than the fact that you had to share a bed with your longtime crush.

Sleep was naturally elusive. You had a lot in your mind, it was cold, you were sure you kicked in your sleep, and jet lag was getting the best of you.

You remained still, hoping you weren’t being too loud with your breathing. Duke had told you stories about sharing a room with Damian, and they didn’t sound too nice.

Morning wouldn’t arrive soon, the minutes were passing by way too slowly and your arm was already tired from holding your weight as you laid on your side.

You tried your hardest to not stare at his back, his training would make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.

Damian shuffled in front of you. “I can feel your breath on my skin.”

Fuck, why didn’t you lay on your other side? You could’ve given him your back too and avoid bothering him.

“Sorry,” you rasped.

“It’s fine.” He turned around, using his hand to hold his head up as he looked at you. “I wasn’t complaining.”

“Why did you say anything then?”

“So you would know I was awake.”

You hummed, looking past him. The string of light entering through the window was getting weaker, the room colder.

“Should I turn a lamp on?” he offered.

You did it yourself, using it as an excuse to give your arm a break.

Watching him rearrange his pillows, you asked, “Aren’t you worried about the mission?”

“No. I trust my abilities,” he said proudly. Immediately, he added, “And yours.”

“I— I was talking about the weather.”

“Ah.”

Silence fell between the two of you. His eyes were on you, making you feel nervous. Out of habit, you started swinging your hips from left to right — some movement had to be helpful to combat the cold.

“Come back to bed,” Damian instructed, patting the empty space next to him.

You wondered if he realized how his comment sounded, but the easiness in his eyes told you he didn’t care.

Carefully, you laid down again, making sure not to touch him by mistake.

“TT.” He draped the cover over your body. At your estranged semblance, he said, “You are freezing.”

“It’s cold in here. How are you not?”

“Natural body heat.” Damian covered both of your heads, reaching over to double-check whether your back was properly covered or not. Your breath hitched upon feeling the goosebumps he was giving you. “I am also used to extreme temperatures.”

You rested your head comfortably on the pillow, concentrating on hearing him breathe. He didn’t withdraw his arm, trapping you between his hand and his body.

His breath mingled with yours due to the position. His plan to warm you up was working, perhaps not for the reasons he intended.

“Has Dick contacted you?” you asked after a while in attempts to not fall asleep.

“No,” he whispered. “I will call him in the morning.”

You could feel his arm getting closer to your back. “Yeah. Good idea.”

“May I lay on my back?”

“Of course.” You hated the disappointment seeping into your voice.

With his arm flush against your spine, he laid on his back, pulling you onto his chest. There was a gap between the duvet and his pillow from where a ray of light sneaked in.

Gazing up, about to ask him if he was truly comfortable, you found yourself in awe of how good he looked — bed hair and all.

“I hope the mission drags out,” he said, frowning as the words left his mouth.

“Why?”

“You’re talking to me for once.”

You looked away from him. “Our schedules barely line up.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“No one’s.”

He hummed sarcastically. “I heard you asking Todd to switch places with you last month.”

“I had my reasons.”

“Which are?”

Swallowing your spit, you tilted your head. “Will you laugh?”

“Probably not.”

“I have a crush on you,” you confessed in a mumble.

“Since when?”

“Since I met you.”

Lulling his head to search for your eyes, he let out a chuckle. “You avoid me because you have a crush on me.”

“Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you.” He turned serious. “I assumed you disliked me. This is a relief.”

“As long as you don’t use it against me...”

Damian turned quiet. You feared he was planning a way to truly use it against you, perhaps without you even noticing.

“I wouldn’t. Not when I... like you... too.”

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knullanon · 3 years

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l.d fic #2

heres the second part! this one is long too lmao

words: 3227 (bonus at the end too!)

warnings: shotgun, kidnapping

Driving past the beautiful buildings and apartments, you rested your elbow on the car handle where you almost laid your head against the window had it not been for Mercy. “_____, you can’t sleep here.”

You mumbled out something strange before you rested your head on the head of your seat. You really wanted to sleep, as you couldn’t feel your feet when you got into the car, but you knew that your bed would be a lot more comfortable in the long run.

You turned to look at Lex, and he was on the phone with someone. You didn’t even notice him, probably because he was whispering in an exasperated voice. You didn’t try to tune in, as he would probably notice either way, so instead you kept on looking out the window. You saw shops, restaurants, even other gala places like the one you were just at. You even saw the Lexcorp tower.

One thing you remember from your past life was that someone… Was it your mother or father? It was both, right? Anyway, either one would always take you on a night drive every month, usually on a Tuesday for some strange reason. You would usually listen to music on these drives, and the lights in the towns and cities were always so pretty. Even now, it was pretty to you, since there weren’t many people this late at night and the shops were still running. You looked up to one building noticing the bright lights that accompanied the sign. But your attention turned to the top of the building.

There seemed to be two people, one who was extremely tall, with two… sticks in his hands. And the other had a cape and a hoodie, who was shorter than the other man. This one also had a katana. You tried to get a better look, but the car started to move again, and you again tried to look back. But Mercy noticed.

“____, what are you looking at?” She asked, looking where you were watching. You looked back, but there was nothing there. “... I guess there was nothing there.” You whispered to yourself. “What?” Mercy asked. “Nothing. I thought I saw a person on the roof.”

Mercy didn’t say anything and she went back to looking around to make sure that the driver was going the way they were supposed to.

~~~~~

“Dick, what the hell?!” Damian whispered to his older brother. Currently, they were hiding behind a wall on the building you were looking at. Dick sighed before he said, “Well, you were there too, so don’t just put the blame on me!”

“I’m not tall and I don’t wear bright colors!”

“Oh really-” Dick then noticed that Damian was not in his normal yellow and red suit, but instead he was in a more stealthy color.

“The only thing I have is a bluebird on my chest!”

“A big blue bird-”

“Can you guys just… try to follow the car?”

Tim was at his breaking point: he was really at his breaking point. Damian was heard arguing with Dick for a few more seconds before Tim just decided to follow the car himself. Which somehow worked.

“Does anyone have a tracker on that thing?” Duke asked, also following the car. He wasn’t as tired as Tim, but he understood where he was coming from. “Yeah, I’ll send the location to you in just a sec.”

~~~~~

Driving up to the big gates, you felt really tired when you felt the car stop, but at least there weren't any paparazzi you had to run over. You got out of the car and started to walk with Mercy to the elevator, when you thought you heard something from the other side of the empty parking garage. You turned your head, only to see empty space and columns. You tried to look around more, but Mercy had started to lead you towards the elevator already.

Getting into the elevator, you stood with Mercy to listen to the almost silent beeps of the elevator getting higher into the building.

“Ah, I almost forgot, I’ll bring you your dinner to eat in the room. I understand your exhaustion.”

“Oh, what did the cook make?”

“Honey glazed ham with mashed potatoes and gravy.”

You remembered that from before you got here. Your mother would make that every day if you asked her to. You also started to notice how… nice mercy was being towards you. You remember when you first met her, she did not like you at all. In fact the only thing she would say is… well, nothing really. However, that was months ago. Now, she greets you and gives you small talk. She even gives you little presents if you’re good.

When the elevator chimed to your floor, and the doors opened, you were expecting more guards then you saw. Usually there were more than 5 there, but there was no one in the hallway. Even Mercy looked a little shocked. However, she just took your hand and led you through the halls back to your room, where she then opened your door and pointed to the drawers. “You should probably change into something more comfortable. You aren’t going anywhere for another couple weeks at least, so that's a good thing.”

You nodded and walked over to the dresser to change. You picked out a pair of pajamas that were extremely soft before you walked to the bathroom.

~~~~

Getting out of the bathroom you heard strange music coming from below you. It wasn’t ugly, or loud, just… rumblings of sad music. It sounded nice. You walked over to your overly plush bed and you crawled in, ignoring the strange feeling that was pooling in your mind. Something telling you to be alert, but you were too tired to care. Tossing and turning wasn’t helping you either. Finally you decided that it was getting unbearable. It was then you noticed that you never got a knock on the door from Mercy for your food. Groaning, you climbed out of bed only to notice how cold it felt. You slipped on some slippers that were also extremely soft and warm, before you walked to the door and tried to pull on the handle. It was locked. Of course it was. It's never open in the first place. You sighed and wondered where everyone went. You still felt the rumbling beneath you from the music, so you knew someone was down there, but you just didn’t know who.

Instead of freezing to death, however, you bundled yourself in many different blankets, most soft, fuzzy and warm. Waddling over to the bed you stumbled into your mattress and groaned. You wanted to just fall asleep, but something was keeping you awake. It was a nagging feeling like you just weren’t alone. You crawled your way so that you were leaning against your wall and you also had a view of the room to make sure that there wasn't anyone in there with you.

You were about to crawl back down but then, there was a noise at the door. It was unlocking, you thought, it was probably Mercy finally bringing you your food. However, when the door opened, it was not Mercy. In fact, it was a… boy. Probably a new servant, but still a boy.

He looked to be about your age, and he was wearing the usual uniform that the servants would wear. He was also carrying a tray.

Looking at you bundled up in almost all of your blankets, he gave you a small bow, as to not drop the food. You looked at him up and down, before you asked, “Who are you?”

He stood there, before he coughed a little, and said, “I’m the, uh, new butler assigned to bring you food.”

You gave him a look. “I thought Mercy was supposed to bring the food? Where is she?”

The boy looked a little surprised. “She’s, um, a little busy. With Luthor.”

You gave a nod before he brought the food to you. You unwrapped yourself from the blankets and leaned over to him a bit. He had a tray underneath his arm, and he brought it out so he could lay the food on your bed. He then placed both the tray to carry your food and your food itself onto your bed. Opening the cover, it revealed, just as Mercy had said, honey glazed ham and mashed potatoes and gravy. He gave you two cans of Arizona tea- Arizona tea?

You checked the labels again, surprised that Lex would even give this to you. Usually he gave you a better drink, and something “better”. You did miss the taste of Arizona tea, however, so you didn’t object to getting the tea. Eating your meal, the boy stayed with you while you ate. He didn’t seem to care about you for a minute, before he asked, “What's your name?”

You looked at him to see him close to the bed. You gulped down a piece of ham and said, “____. What's yours?”

“... Damian.”

“Oh, nice. So. When did they hire you?”

Damian did not answer you, but instead asked his own question. “When did you decide to join Lex Luthor?”

You gave him a look. “You must be new around here if you’re asking that.”

Finishing your ham, you moved to the mashed potatoes. “I don’t know why I’m here to be honest. I was taken here a few months ago. I was only found out by a colleague of his a few days ago when they saw me. Or was it a few weeks? I don’t know. I don’t have a calendar. I don’t even know what's going on in the world.” You laughed a little at the last part. However, you saw him start to ask something again.

But then, you had a bright idea. “Hey, speaking of which, what’s happening outside, around the world? People never tell me anything here.”

Damian gave you a look before saying, "Well, Wayne Enterprises is gaining more stock, and Lexcorp isn’t too happy about it."

Putting another piece of potatoes in your mouth, you laughed. "Lex was yelling about that yesterday. Talking about loss of money."

For the next 20 or so minutes, you talked with Damian and laughed with him about different things, and he would also tell you things about the world outside your luxurious penthouse.

Finally, after you finished your food, you put your dishes and trash on the food tray before you gave it to him. "Well. Thank you for keeping me company. Usually only Mercy is allowed to do that.” he nodded and took your tray before he placed it back on the nightstand next to you.

He gave you his hand, before asking, “Lex asked for you to be walked around tonight. He said you haven’t been out of the house for awhile.”

You gave him another look before telling him, “Damian, you do know I was at a gala today for at least 6 hours, right?”

His facade slipped then. You realized that when he stood tall, and he let his arms go to his sides instead of behind his back. At first, you thought he was going to attack you, but instead he pulled something out of his back pocket and he put it on. Then he took off his uniform and-

Oh, shit.

This was the kid you saw at the top of the building.

“I’m sure you can tell who I am by the look on your face. My name is Robin, and I’m here to take you away from here.”

~~~~~~

Sneaking past the large doors was easy enough, especially considering the fact that Damian knew what he was doing. He led you through the place like he had lived there, and before you knew it, you were almost to the parking garage. But when you both reached the elevator, instead of going down, he went up.

Giving him a look, he quickly explained. “People know you’re out: They think you’re alone, and since you don’t know of the rooftop area, they’re all gathered down there to get you.”

“How do you know that-”

“SHHH!” Damian gave you a look and turned to the left corridor that led to the large double doors that led to a lounge. He turned back to the elevator, and when he realized there wasn’t enough time for the elevator to come down, he quickly dragged you over to a large statue and hid you behind it along with himself.

You tried to listen but being pressed up against a statue was kind of difficult already. However, you did recognize the steps of the person walking. Pride, power- anger. Fast moving, loud, rage, it all sounded like Lex Luthor himself. And he sounded like he was carrying something.

Mercy was with him, you quickly realized, and she sounded a little muffled.

“-the little bitch got me right in the nose, and then I got knocked out, sir. He took one of the uniforms in the closet, he has black hair, he's short, and he doesn’t have his registry on him.”

“Tell that to the guards around the perimeter. Tell them that no one is going to leave this damn place until both ____ and that fucker are found.”

And with that, you heard someone reload a shotgun before heading into the elevator that was now there.

“Where do you think they’ll be?”

“She only knows the way to the parking garage, so we should look there first, sir. I don’t know how much the other one knows, but-”

When the elevator started to head down, Damian grabbed your arm and started to drag you towards… somewhere. Mercy was right, you had no idea where anything was. You only knew the way from the parking garage to your room. However, Damian seemed to know where to go.

“Uh, where are we going again?”

He turned back to you before gesturing to a large metal door. Stairs.

“We’re going to go up there and escape. We have to hurry, though: they will realize you aren’t in the parking garage.”

~~~~~

You were almost out of breath when you finally reached the rooftop. It felt like you were running for your life. It was so thrilling, and yet, the only thing keeping you going was freedom.

It wasn’t like you weren’t unappreciative of the things given to you by Lex, but you missed being able to walk around and be wherever without having 16 guards surrounding you.

Damian said something, but you didn’t hear it due to the blood pumping to your head: It sounded almost relaxing if it wasn’t increasing.

Dragging you around a bit, he whispered something into his comm, and again, you couldn’t hear it, but from the looks of it this entire thing was almost done.

Suddenly, something dropped seemingly from thin air. A rope.

Looking up, you saw a small, but fairly large ship floating right above you. Damian grabbed you by the waist and started to pull you up. You tried to help yourself, but not going anywhere really put a toll on your body, so he did most of the work. As you were halfway there, though, you heard a shot through the air, and turning around, you saw Lex holding a shotgun with multiple guards surrounding both you and Damian. Mercy was with Lex, and she looked pissed off, even with a bloody nose. Damian was also looking around. You heard something from his ear, along the lines of, “Plan B?” to which Damian responded, “Yeah, plan B.”

Suddenly, he cut the rope you both were hanging off of, and while falling, he got you over his shoulder and started to run towards an area where guards weren’t as plentiful. You were able to look up from your spot, but the only thing you saw was Lex reloading and Mercy yelling something. More guards started to chase the both of you, while Damian seemed to be choosing where to go. He suddenly changed directions, sprinting towards the edge of one building. Realizing what he was going to do, you asked, “That’s a 6 story drop, you know!”

He didn’t listen. He instead jumped and while you expected to die, you were glad that you were at least free of the strange man who kept you here. However, you landed on something: hard. It was the ship that tried to get you earlier!

Bringing you inside, you realized he must have jumped onto a platform. He brought you over to a table where he tried to see if you were injured, however, a gunshot made you both duck. Looking out of the closing platform, you saw Lex continuing to shoot at the ship, trying to take it down, but failing.

You turned back to the occupants of the ship itself and saw three more people besides Damian: One was the one who was standing with him on that rooftop, with two sticks at his sides, one who was tall and had a bright yellow suit on him, and one was at the front of the ship where it was hard to see anything.

The yellow suit guy came up to you first and offered his hand.

“Hi! My codename is Signal, but you can call me Duke. What’s your name?”

_____

fun fact! I was actually gonna have cass instead of duke, but I changed my mind last minute! also, have a bonus for the next chapter!

Bonus:

Lex was beyond pissed. His guards failed at the one thing they were supposed to be good at, and they failed. And it cost him his daughter, too. Mercy was the only thing keeping him from going on a rampage, telling him that the batkids probably had many hiding spots, that they manipulated you into going with them, all other things.

“I want you to find out where they took her and why. Oh, also, if you do find the one who took her?” Mercy nodded, awaiting orders. “I want him alive. I want to kill him myself.”

She nodded again and walked out of his office. As Lex started to walk back to his desk, he noticed there was still reminisce of glass on it. He looked at the broken window where Mercy said she had thrown the strange boy who had taken _____, before he climbed back up and knocked her out. Sighing, he let his hands curl into fists, before he grabbed the chair and threw it across the room, and then he flipped the table.

Rage was all that he could feel at the moment. No one knew of her existence: Who would’ve known? Who had met her and had such an interest that they had to take her from him? What happened-

Suddenly remembering the gala, Lex felt his face become hot and red. He was feeling more furious than he had ever been. He stormed over to one of the beautiful statues he owned in his office, before he pulled out another shotgun from the leg of the stone. He walked over to a different statue holding something in its hand, just in his reach, and picked it up. It was ammunition, and reloaded it so it was full. He stomped out of his office, ignoring glass that cut into his shoes.

“Bruce Wayne…” Luthor whispered to himself, getting his phone to call Mercy.

“I’m going to kill you.”

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anxiousnerdwritings · 3 years

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hey!!! guess who's done!!! it's me, knull anon!! also fair warning for a 3k word fic thag I just made in two part today!!

p.s., theres also a bonus at the end!!! dont miss it!!