#Grayson poor baby grayson he's gonna be okay

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I'm Just Worried About You

Finally! It's graduation time! The ceremony went smoothly. Vaughn did NOT invite his father but Grams, Brooklyn and Veronica were in attendance. Vaughn wasn't able to find time to speak with Veronica but he plans on pulling her aside today and clearing everything out

Hopefully

Su stands alone and proud. Graduation comes and goes, and no one stands in his corner to tell Su they are proud of him. Vaughn is there but he has his own family to show their support. The only redeeming factor today is Grayson

Finally, at the after party, it's filled with new graduates, business moguls and interested companies looking to poach new recruits to their side. Su stands off to the side eyes scanning the crowd for his little dude Spotted.

Su walks straight to Grayson his hands immediately around Grayson's waist and pulls him close "Took you long enough. You look good"

Grayson: Congrats Su!! You're free! No more assignments or projects. Must be nice

Su: It's very nice. Are you here alone?

Grayson: My parents are somewhere

Pulling Grayson to a quiet hall Su stood in front of him with a worried look

Su: How much do you know about Gideon and how he handled his grandparents

Grayson: Hmmm, I'm not sure he said something about selling shares. We're supposed to meet today and talk about it

Talk to Gideon about it? That's not happening with Su around. Grayson just needs a push in the right direction and everything will fall into place.

Su: Are you sure? I don't want you hurt

Grayson: Why would I be hurt? Gideon wouldn't hurt me. It's just a talk

Su: I just worry for you. You can't trust Gideon. The people he's associating with are dangerous. What if you get hurt? or your family? Do you want that on your conscience?

Grayson: What the hell are you talking about? Gideon isn't dangerous

Su: Are you sure? The people he is working with now are dangerous

Grayson: I don't understand what you're saying. Gideon is working for someone dangerous? Who? How dangerous?

Su: I can't say but I know he is from Mt. Komorebi and they deal with shady businesses. It's not safe for you to be with Gideon. I'm worried for you Grayson. I won't be able to forgive myself if I don't let you know. Gideon isn't who he says. Think about how long he has been lying to you? Months? A year? Everything he's done has been a lie. You said it yourself you deserve better.

Gideon is literally the softest person he knows, there is no way Gideon is a killer.

Grayson: You can't just lie on him like that! This won't make me date you

Su: I don't need to lie about this. Gideon cannot be trusted, do you want to be with someone who kills with a command?

Grayson thinks back, did Gideon actually tell him what he was doing? He can't think of a time when Gideon explicitly told him his plans. He remembers late-night calls but Gideon always said it was nothing and he took it to heart. Grayson starts to get a headache

Su: Listen. Grayson if you don't believe me. Ask him yourself. I know for a fact all the men who work under Gideon's boss need to get a tattoo as a sign of loyalty. It should be on his back. Ask him. If it's not there then I won't say anything more and I'll leave you alone

Grayson: Fine! I'll ask Gideon you can't just lie on him like that!

Su: I'm just thinking about you

Grayson: DON'T touch me. I'm leaving

Watching Grayson leave, Su spots someone in the dashing into a stairwell. Interesting...everything is really working in his favour

#Lol Su you shady bastard #Manipulation Su for the WIN #Grayson poor baby grayson he's gonna be okay #my sims #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #sims #sims 4 creator #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 maxis match #black sims #urban sims #black sims 4 #sims 4 storytelling #black simmer #black simblr #thereevesfamily

[bruciemilf]

Having so many de aged! Jason feelings. I might just burst.

Dick and Tim theorize on how a small, happy little baby winded up in Jason's apartment. It's no secret their brother, a wall of bulk with a tender core, houses the homeless sometimes.

Maybe the baby is someone's? But if so, why was he alone? Jason isn't exactly famous for his unquestionable wisdom, but he's too caring to leave a defenceless infant by himself.

More importantly, why is this baby rolling on his tummy on a familiar brown jacket, evidently craving to be picked up?

"Can you take him? I'm not..." Tim's not good with kids; It's a running joke among them. Even If there's nothing comical about this.

Dick nods. His pride does swell when the baby giggles and coos.

"He has good taste."

" Okay, Narcissus. Let's take him home before your head pops,'' was Tim just a tiny bit jealous this little chubby cheeked thing was snuggling close to Dick, while downright glowering at him?

Maybe. A little. But babies were glorified chunks of meat, shaped just enough like a human to be considered cute. What did they know?

So they get home. It's a pleasant rarity, but they're all in one place.

All except Bruce, of course. Too busy bleeding on the streets to spend any time with them, Dick huffs,

Poor Damian is trying to jump and leap amongst them giants, struggling to take a peek at their young guest, " Grayson! I want the baby!"

" He's not a toy, Dami," they all share a silent look, clearly thinking the same thing. He got it from Bruce,

"What does it do?"

" He's a baby, Steph. He's not even aware he exists!"

" God I wish that were me,"

Duke looks at Babybird, as Dick affectionately took to calling him, with a strange, quizzical look, " He looks familiar. You said you found him at Jay's?"

" Yeah, but I'm taking him to a firestation. I just had to show B. You know he likes volunteering at daycares. Maybe he'll recognize him."

" Recognize who?"

Babybird was chewing on his own foot when the elevator doors slid open. Cass wasn't a wordsmith.

She read movements and actions as one listens to music.

Every member of her beloved family was a song of their own; Dick was motivational and calming.

Stephanie was packed with action, brimming with electrifying energy that just made you want to jump.

Tim was clean and precise with accents of pop. Duke was light and happy and silently confident. Damian was angry, and passionate and brave.

Bruce was powerful, sad, and perfectly tragic.

But when Babybird shrieked, yelled out in happiness and excitement and tried to wiggle out of Dick's arms with a sunshine beam and grabby hands?

Her father was a love song.

"Jay," The name sounds like Bruce is choking. His eyes are burning with tears, marching directly to Dick, " Jay? Jay!"

" Wh--"

"Dada!" Babybird, -- Jason? They only now noticed the white curl bouncing on top of his head, ( their inner detectives groan) " Dadadada, pap papi pap,"

They can't do anything, frozen in place, as Bruce spends the following two hours planting a garden of kisses on Jason's cheeks, full with laughter, while they read and color and build blocks.

"Uh, Bruce? I'm...I'm gonna call Zatanna."

" In a minute."

" DAD, --"

" In a minute."

It wasn't just a minute. It was an entire week.

As ridiculous as it was? They were starting to get jealous.

#bruce wayne #de aged #baby jason todd #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #batfamily #batfam #fluff #dc #dc comics #damian very quickly demanding jon to learn how to de age ppl #'baba barely knows we exist anymore! he only cares about that underbaked toddler!' #'dami. try to ask yourself #what would nightwing do?' '' grayson wants to leave him at a nun house!'' #bruce ofc babies them as well after dick and damian call him out on it. they get baby jason is the most adorable thing on earth #but they need kisses too damn it!

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

You're literally so fucking disgusting (said with absolute joy).

Anyways, which of your silly little comic book yandere men are into petplay? And are they puppy-owner-coded or kitty-owner-coded?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑…

!!! GN reader, petplay, can be translated as romantic or platonic, but the innuendos are 100% intended, collars, leashes, mentions of punishments, slight manipulation, drugging, I channeled my inner pet for this.

*Pulls out my 3 hour long slideshow* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON.

First off, all of them are into pet play if I have a say in it. You will never catch me obsessing over a character I either can’t see collaring me or wearing a collar for me. So, really, this question boils down to if they’re a dog or cat person, LMAOOOOO.

Second, they all could go either way, honestly. These are just my personal thoughts on what they might gravitate towards. If you’re a certified puppy, don’t you worry, cuz the kitty enjoyers will love you the same, and visa versa.

Now let’s get started.

Bruce Wayne: I ALREADY CAN’T FUCKING CHOOSE, FUCK. My first instinct was to gravitate towards kitty-owner, but then I thought about his need to have some sort of physical tie to you (cuz he totally keeps you chained or handcuffed to him, DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME), so he might be a puppy-owner for the sake of keeping you on a leash. Either way, you’re totally his little lap pet while he works in his office. Petting you gives him the strength he needs to finish all his paperwork. Also, everything you own is bedazzled to hell and back, from collars to toys. He likes to spoil his beloved little pet, okay?!

Clark Kent: I’m gonna go with puppy-owner. He might carry you around like a cat, but that’s only because carries dogs around like cats, too (that’s what happens when you have super-strength; everything is just so carry-able). Absolutely talks to you in that babying voice every dog-owner uses. “Who’s a good pup? Who’s a good pup?? You are!! That’s right, you are!! Aww, look at you!!” It might be annoying, but you better get used to it if you don’t wanna be locked in your uncomfortable cage while he’s gone. He knows you hate it, which is why he hates it, but it’s the only way to get you to behave!! Be his good pup, won’t you?

Dick Grayson: Very much leaning towards puppy owner. He’s all for training you into his loyal pup who follows him everywhere. Also lowkey talks down on you cuz you’re just a cute, dumb puppy!! You don’t need to be thinking big human thoughts!! Let your loving master take care of everything, okay? Ah, ah, ah! Silly, pup! You’re not supposed to speak! Now get back on your hands and knees… puppies don’t walk like people do, remember? Or does he have to get a little mean to remind you? You don’t want that, do you? Yeah, didn’t think so. Now sit… good job!! Why don’t we give you a treat, hm~?

Hal Jordan: Another one that can go either way. Honestly, though? The more I think about it, the more I’m digging kitty-owner Hal. There are so many ways this could go that it makes my head hurt. Is he a condescending owner? “Poor little kitty… got something to say? Hm? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Or a soft owner? “Such a pretty little kitty… did you miss me while I was away? Yeah? I’m so sorry, sweetie.” What about one of those cat-dads that started out as we-are-not-getting-a-cat and ended up getting totally attached? “What do YOU want? Huh? Whatcha up to, pusscat? AYE!! Get off of the couch!! Come on, you know better.” The possibilities are endless.

Jaime Reyes: You know, it’s kinda weird. I see him as a certified puppy by default, yet as an owner? He’s kitty-adjacent. You’re just the cutest kitty-cat ever, he can’t help but keep you as one!! Definitely gets one of those bell collars (with a cute bow on it!!) for you. It helps ease his anxiety whenever he hears it jingle. Better be a cuddly kitty, cuz he canNOT keep his hands off of you. Poor guy’s always on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of you running away. It’s a common occurrence for him to pull you into his lap, eyes shining with unshod tears as he quietly asks, “you’ll never leave me, right?” If you don’t want to sit there awkwardly while he hyperventilates, I suggest you be kind and nuzzle into him.

Remy LeBeau: 100% kitty-owner. Expects you to greet him at the door when he comes home. “Y’miss me, minou? Yeah… Gambit missed you, too. C’mere.” Whether you like to admit it or not, he gives the best scratchies. He’ll have you lay against his chest for hours, softly petting your head as he listens to your rhythmic breathing. Absolutely sits you on the counter while he cooks so he can feed you small morsels as a little treat!! Every chef has to have an adorable sous-chef, no? Oh my god, he is just so soft that it makes my heart melt. You’re his precious little kitty and he’ll never let you forget it!! Just don’t be up to any trouble, okay? He may be gentle, but he also knows how to punish naughty kitties.

Scott Summers: Puppy-owner puppy-owner puppy-owner pupPY-OWNER— you bet your ass he’s training you to be the perfect little puppy. When he’s through with you, you’re gonna be the most obedient pup around. Don’t get me wrong, he’s actually a very soft and sweet master!! Gives you tummy rubs, praises, and even treats (when you’re good). However, when it comes to obedience, he’s absolutely the no-nonsense type. Do not test him; the literal leash he has on you is short for a reason. Disciplinary Scott is a very scary Scott, so I’d suggest you start acting right if you don’t want to get the cruelest punishment ever. “That’s right. Be a good little pup for me. You know what happens to bad puppies. Behave.”

Tim Drake: Have you met him? Kitty-owner for sure. He wants a lazy kitty that’ll sleep in his lap whenever he works (read: he wants to drug you so you’re constantly lethargic and can’t run away from him). Be prepared to be a weighted blanket, cuz he loves when you lay on top of him. Whenever you wake up, he’ll always be the first thing you see. “Good morning, Kitty! Sleep well? C’mon, it’s breakfast time!” Does NOT let you do anything for yourself (not like you’ve got the energy to, anyway). He loves to take care of his cute little kitty!! Also, has about 3,000 photos of you on his phone so he can look at them when he’s away. He just misses you, okay? You’re all he thinks about on patrol!!

Wally West: The puppy-owner thoughts won. He wants a happy little pup to pounce on him anytime he comes home!! Oh… you don’t wanna do that? Well, it’s okay!! He’s very good at training disobedient mutts. A quick word of warning, you do not want to trigger his stern mode. He’ll dish out the most cruel and devious punishments, all with the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” attitude. Soft and sweet owner Wally is where it’s at. Loves to make you do tricks and give you treats afterwards!! He can get a little condescending and tease you, but it’s all done out of love! Unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s completely intended to be malicious. But you would never be a bad pup for him, right? He loves so much and spoils you rotten, why would you ever be bad? Come one, now!! Walkies time!! If you don’t tug on the leash, he’ll give you a big reward!!

#❥ CALL INCOMING: DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES? #❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ YANDERE CHARACTER #❥ PLATONIC YANDERE #❥ ROMANTIC YANDERE #❥ YANDERE BRUCE WAYNE #❥ YANDERE CLARK KENT #❥ YANDERE DICK GRAYSON #❥ YANDERE HAL JORDAN #❥ YANDERE JAIME REYES #❥ YANDERE REMY LEBEAU #❥ YANDERE SCOTT SUMMERS #❥ YANDERE TIM DRAKE #❥ YANDERE WALLY WEST #❥ YANDERE VARIOUS X READER #❥ GN READER

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The Monsters Turned Out to be Just Trees

Words: 937

Warnings: probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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I want you all to know that I would sell my soul if it meant that someone would slow dance to "Lover" with me

This is the "Out Of The Woods" part of my 1989 event!

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N smiled as Dick pulled the polaroid camera out to take the picture of them. It felt fake. All of it. It all felt fake. She felt as if she was walking on eggshells around him now. They were screaming at each other not even 10 minutes ago and now they were sitting on his couch smiling for a picture.

As the picture developed, she heard him sigh before saying: "I think that this is the realist thing either of us have ever had."

"What do you mean?" She whispered.

He shrugged, "We don't bullshit each other, ever. Even if it angers one another."

But that's not real. I feel like I can't be real with you anymore. She thought to herself, but didn't say it. All she did was nod while wondering when they would be out of the woods on this patch.

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Y/N let out a small shriek as Dick crashed into the tree on his ski. She ran through the snow over to him as someone else called for the medics. She slid beside him and flipped him over, stopping his face from being smothered in the snow. He laughed softly as he looked at her panicked face and she slapped his arm.

"Stop laughing, Dick! It's not funny! You're bleeding!" She gently tried to wipe away the blood from his chin as the medical team pulled her away and started pulling him up. She quickly followed from behind as they took him to the small medical building.

One of the medics slightly pushed her aside as they looked at Dick's face, checking if he had a concussion, everything. She fiddled with with her necklace that he had gotten her last Christmas, waiting for someone to tell her that everything would be okay. That she's panicking over nothing.

"Miss?" Her head snapped as someone called out to her, "Are you with Mr. Grayson?"

She nodded, "Y-yes. Is everything okay?"

The nurse nodded, "He just needs about 20 stitches."

"Okay, thank you."

She looked over at him, less people were surrounding his side so she made her way over to him. He had a small smirk on his face, "Were you worried about me?"

"You are the worst, Dick."

He laughed, "I like it when you're telling me that and you're not angry at me."

"I am angry!"

"Okay, okay. I like you saying that, not sounding like I'm the worst person in the world, hm? How about that?"

She smiled softly and brushed some hair from his face, "Yes. That works."

In the moment, she was sure that they were gonna be alright. That they were gonna make it out of the woods. That they were gonna be okay.

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"--I am not overreacting, Dick! Everyone there said that you two were flirting and--"

"But it's still not true! Y/N, I didn't flirt with her!"

Y/N crossed her arms, "Right. Just like you didn't flash your smile at that waitress to get her to do what you wanted?"

"You're being unreasonable! I could have any woman I wanted, but I chose you!"

Her breathing shuddered before she stormed to the couch and grabbed her bag and keys. "Fine then Dick." She stormed over to the apartment door, "Since you think that you can have any woman you could want, then I'll just set you free."

"Y/N, wait, that's not what I meant."

She looked at him, "Then what did you mean?"

"I just...I meant that I love you." His voice cracked as tears carefully fell from his eyes, "And I don't meant to hurt you. Ever. Everytime I do it, it's on accident. And...and I know that I hurt you, a lot. And I'm sorry." He carefully cupped her face, wiping away the tears that had started to fall from her eyes after his. "Please, don't go."

"You have to promise me, Dick." She murmured, "Promise you won't do this again."

He nodded, "I promise you baby. I promise I won't hurt you again."

Her eyes drifted over to the window, looking as the sun began to shine through the window as it rose. She looked back at Dick and saw the look of love and adoration, but most of all, fear, on his face. But he was looking at her. Even as the sun came up, he continued to look at her and not the sun rise.

Maybe...just maybe this was it. Maybe they would make it this time.

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The snow was falling from outside as she fiddled with the small chain that held a 'D' on it while Dick rearranged the furniture. They had been back from the mountains for about three weeks and he still had a bandage on his chin. The last fight was around a week and a half ago now.

"I was joking, y'know? About moving the furniture around so we could dance."

Dick finished pushing the table against the wall, a small smile on his face. "And I was totally serious."

He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and soon a small smile graced her lips when she heard the sound of Taylor Swift's "Lover" playing throughout the living room. He held his hand out and she took it. He was quick as he pulled her around the room, guiding their dance.

She leaned into his embrace, her head laying on his chest. Even as the song changed to another. She smiled into his chest, grateful that they made it out alive, that they would be alright one day. Grateful that those monsters turned out to be just trees.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #x reader #imagine #z's 1989 event

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Batboys x afab!reader on their period cause I’m dying TvT (pt 1 prolly)

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Dick Grayson/ Nightwing

Just. Panics. Whenever he senses you’re in the smallest amount of pain

Gets you everything you ask for, half the time before even asking

He just knows

He’s awesome like that

But cooonstantly asking if you need anything else anyways

“I’m fine, baby, I do this every month.”

He does not care

He will baby you anyways

Such a concerned angel <33

There is literally no way in hell you run out of ✨supplies✨, because he’s constantly checking to make sure you’re stocked up

When it’s during or around that time, he always picks up chocolate and other snacks for you whenever he’s at the store

Literally never lets you leave the house, he’s gonna do all the errands for you

He’s a dork but you love him

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jason Todd/ Red Hood

Although oftentimes he’s the little spoon, he’d lay behind you and hold the heating pad just because it pisses him off that you’re hurting and he can’t do anything about it

While you promise him you’re okay, he hides his face in your neck and grumbles about it anyways

Luckily for you, he is also an adamant lover of chocolate, ice cream, and terrible movies to pass the time

If that gets boring, he’ll read aloud to you

If you have to go out and someone calls you out for being tired or extra moody, he’d fucking kick their teeth in it’s ridiculous

“I’LL MAKE YOU BLEED FROM DOWN THERE YOU MYSOGYNISTIC PIECE OF SHIT”

”Jay calm down-“

”I’M GONNA KILL HIM”

”No you’re not-“

”YES I AM”

Eventually you manage to drag him out of there without anyone getting hurt, but he’s still pissed

Istg he’s almost as moody as you /lh

Anyways gods forbid your cramping gets so bad it makes you cry, because he’d panic just as bad and now you’ve got agonizing cramping and a crying boyfriend to deal with

YOU USE HIM LIKE A HEATED/ WEIGHTED BLANKET OMG

Just petting his hair and telling him everything is fine, because he doesn’t believe you

Poor sweet baby doesn’t like it when you’re in pain

~~~~~~~~~~~~ anyways might do Dami and Tim some other time, but it’s two in the morning again what am I doing with my life

#dc #batboys x reader #jason todd #dick grayson #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #batboys

[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Chapter Seven: Trying for Normal (Gifts)

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“You can not honestly tell me you are thinking of announcing that girl as your daughter.” Damian says, his scowl deeper than Dick had seen it in a while.

“‘That girl’ has a name, Little D. Plus she’s your sister.” Dick says, resisting the urge to nudge him. They had gotten to the point where a small nudge wasn’t a death sentence, but Damian was on edge. And a small nudge would probably not be appreciated.

“I do not care what her name is, Grayson. Since coming to Gotham she has been involved in two separate Rogue attacks. She is suspicious at best, and a nuisance at worst.” He replies, crossing his arms.

“Enough, Damian. Marinette is not a nuisance. She simply has bad luck.” Bruce says, obviously trying to defend his daughter.

“And poor self-preservation skills. Talking back to the Joker? Snarking the Riddler? For an individual with no combat training, she gets much too involved in attacks. It is idiotic.” Damian argues, shaking his head.

“It might have something to do with the Paris situation. She said she’s been at attacks before, so she must have some experience with villains. And from what I read on the Ladyblog, none of the damage in Paris lasts. She just may not realize how dangerous it is for her to do here what she would do in Paris. We just need to warn her, or, at least remind her, that Gotham is a dangerous place.” Dick says, thinking back to her reaction to the Riddler and the Joker. She was definitely more tense with the Joker, despite the fact that both villains had arrived with armed goons. Maybe she thought the Riddler was less likely to kill someone, not true. Or maybe she- Dick frowns as he remembers a key difference between the attacks.

“I just realized something.” He says with a frown.

“Care to share with the rest of the room, Dickiebird?” Jason asks, strolling in and flopping onto a chair.

“She was more tense at the attack with the Joker, she seemed to understand that it was a dangerous situation. Sure, she talked back to him, but she didn’t try to fight back or anything. But at the attack with the Riddler, he wasn’t even targeting her at first. He was targeting the boy she’d been talking to. And she was more reckless, and then she fought back. She fought well, but it was still super dangerous.” Dick rambles, pacing as he explains the predicament.

“Is there a point to this? I feel like I walked in at the wrong time.” Jason calls out from his chair, feet propped up on the table in front of him.

“My point, Jay, is that Marinette has a crush.” Dick says, shuddering at the word like it’s something disgusting. (It is, his sister is too young for crushes and boyfriends).

“Is that why she ran off with him right after the attack?” Jason asks with a smirk. Dick feels his eyes practically shoot out of his head.

“She what!?” He yells, running over to the Batcomputer to look at the security footage from the wax museum. Spots that were targeted frequently, like the wax museum, had their security footage directly linked to the Batcave. Just in case of an emergency or in case an attack happened and they needed an extra set of eyes.

“I’m sure she didn’t do anything that you wouldn’t do.” Jason teases, and Dick pales.

“Shut up, Jason!” He moans, his typing turning frantic as he scrolls through the day’s footage. He stops when he gets to the moments after the battle. When the phones of the French students had all gone off. Frowning, he watches as his sister runs up to the boy and grabs his hand, leaning in and whispering to each other before the two run out of the room. Towards the bathrooms. Oh hell no. Dick scrolls forwards, frowning when they don’t come out in five minutes. Or ten minutes. Huffing, he switches to the cameras aimed at the exits. Surely one of the cameras had to catch the pair leaving the museum. He rewinds it and watches, but...there’s nothing. They don’t leave the bathrooms and they don’t leave the museum. For the rest of the day.

“Has anyone been in contact with her since the attack?” Bruce asks from right beside him, making him jump out of his seat with a yelp.

“I don’t even have her number.” Dick says, resisting the urge to glare at his adoptive father. He might’ve had Marinette’s number had Bruce actually acted like he wanted her to be there for dinner the other day. Instead, he practically ignored her and she left. And now she was missing. Definitely missing, because she never came out of the bathroom at the museum.

“Hello, Marinette? Yes, I apologize for calling so suddenly. I was- yes. Yes, I did hear about the attack….yes, that was part of the reason I was calling. I was wondering if you would like to come to dinner at the manor. You could bring your friend, Adrien Agreste, I believe was his name. Of course. Yes. Oh no, I’ll send a car. No, no I assure you it- Marinette please. Taxis aren’t always safe after dark. Thank you. Yes, I- we’ll see you then. Goodbye.” Bruce hangs up, and Dick looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Just gonna suddenly invite her and her boy toy to dinner, B? What’re you gonna do, interrogate them?” He asks frowning.

“That’s the second time that Marinette has ran off after that alarm. I’ve seen videos of the situation in Paris and I’m concerned. Now go upstairs and act normal. I want all of you on your best behaviors at dinner. Damian, better than best please. No weapons.” Bruce directs before leaving the room, presumably to ask Alfred to pick up Marinette. Dick sighs and looks at his brothers.

“Well this isn’t going to be a disaster or anything.” He says. --- “Tikki this is going to be a disaster!” Marinette whines, throwing herself face first onto the bed. She tries to ignore Tikki’s amused giggle. This was not funny. This was dinner with her family that she hadn’t made a great impression on the first time. And Adrien was invited, and she wasn’t sure where the two stood but she was sure that if Dick was at dinner, he would just push Adrien farther away from her.

“I could practically hear your suffering from Adrien’s room, pigtails.” Plagg says, making Marinette sit up and glare at the Kwami.

“Are you just here to mock me?” She asks, pouting. He snorts.

“No, I’m here to tell you the kid’s on his way over here. I told him you were panicking and he practically ran out his door.” Plagg says with a chuckle. Rapid knocking on the door makes him laugh more before dropping onto the bed next to Tikki. Marinette sighs, rolling off the bed and pulling the door open, jumping forward in time to catch Adrien before he completely falls to the ground.

“Are you okay? Plagg said you were panicking, did something happen?” He asks quickly, looking her up and down. Marinette blinks, slightly taken aback by his sudden concern. It was nice, but still a lot all at once. Shaking her head, she gestures for him to come in and shuts the door behind him. Walking back over to the bed, she once again face plants and groans.

“She’s nervous because Mr. Wayne invited the two of you to dinner.” Tikki chirps, giggling when Marinette lifts her head up enough to glare at her.

“Traitor.” She says, dropping her head back down.

“If you don’t want me to go with Marinette, I won’t.” Adrien says. Marinette immediately jumps up, shaking her head rapidly.

“No, no that’s not what I meant. I just- I’m nervous about actually sitting through a dinner with them. And I’m pretty sure Dick will try and sit between us and glare at you like he did at the museum.” She admits, cursing the way her cheeks heat up. Adrien raises an eyebrow.

“He was glaring at me?” He asks, utter confusion on his face. Marinette groans, dropping her head into her hands.

“Sometimes your obliviousness is cute-”

“You think I’m cute!”

“But right now, it’s kinda making me want to scream into my pillow.” Marinette admits, giving him her signature “not amused” look. A look she usually saves for when Chat Noir is making a pun.

“Wait, why wouldn’t Dick like me?” Adrien asks, thankfully stuck on that now instead of the fact that she thinks he’s cute.

“Um, maybe because we were holding hands? Did you really not notice how he kept standing in between us the entire time we were at the museum?” Marinette asks, suddenly unsure if she’d imagined the whole thing.

“Oh no, I did. I just didn’t think it meant he didn’t like me. I’ve never really dealt with siblings before. I mean, I’ve met Nino’s little brother but...that’s about it.” Adrien says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Marinette sighs, grinning softly.

“I don’t really have a lot of experience either, so maybe I was just imagining things.” She admits. Adrien’s shoulders instantly relax and she smiles. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“So, did you want me to come with?” He asks after a moment of silence. Marinette nods, agreeing immediately.

“Please. I don’t think I can go back there alone, not yet anyway.”

“Of course, Mari. Now, what’re you wearing?” --- The ride to Wayne Manor wasn’t as quiet as her first, with Adrien making quiet jokes and saying things to try and help keep Marinette out of her head. She was thankful that he had come with, because she was definitely going to need the emotional support to get through dinner. The car stops and Marinette sucks in a deep breath. Smoothing out her skirt nervously, Marinette glances at the small, neatly wrapped package sitting between her and Adrien. It was something she had started back when she first found out she was adopted. And that her parents didn’t know her bio dad. A scrapbook with copies of everything important from her life: baby pictures, school pictures, birth announcement, report cards, clippings from newspapers where she had won or placed in contests, pictures of her early designs and recent designs, pictures of certificates and trophies from various competitions and activities. Basically a road map of her life to be given to her bio dad so that he could get to know her. She’d written her name on the front page, with the words “daughter of Bruce Wayne and Bridgette Le” underneath. A sort of amendment to her birth announcement which listed her as the daughter of Tom and Sabine Dupain Cheng. And while she definitely was their daughter, she also wanted Mr. Wayne to know that she wanted to be his daughter too. Not just by blood, which isn’t the important part. No, she wanted to get to know him and for him to get to know her. Pushing down the intruding thoughts insisting that it was too soon and that he didn’t want her in the first place, she opens the car door and steps out, clutching the package to her chest like a safety blanket.

“Would you like me to take that for you, Miss Marinette?” Alfred asks, glancing at the package.

“Oh, no thank you Alfred. It’s for my da- er, um, Mr. Wayne. I can hang onto it.” She says with a bright smile. She could do this. Sure, it didn’t go great the last time she was here. And she was pretty sure Mr. Wayne’s youngest son could kill her and wanted to kill her. But it was fine. Everything is fine. Walking through the front door, her shoulders relax slightly when she sees Dick is the only one standing there waiting for them.

“Marinette! He cheers, rushing forward and picking her up in a hug. As in, legitimately picking her up. Okay then.

“Good to see you too.” She says, trying not to show that he’s literally suffocating her with the hug.

“Good to see you again, Dick!” Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette feels Dick tense before setting her down, his smile less bright as he looks at Adrien.

“And you. Adrien, right?” He asks, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

“Yup!” Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette watches cautiously, noticing that Dick seems to be squeezing a little too hard….and then Adrien appears to match his strength, if the look on Dick’s face is anything to go by. Marinette coughs to hide a snort, her face heating up as both boys turn to look at her.

“Uh, is it just you and Mr. Wayne tonight?” Marinette asks, choosing to ignore their awkward handshake.

“Nope! It’s me and Bruce and Alfred, of course, and Jay and Tim and Damian and Cass. Steph’s not in town and Babs is having dinner with her dad.” Dick says, and Marinette’s eyes widen. There were a lot more people in her bio dad’s family than she thought. She knew about the boys, but she hadn’t seen anything about Cass, Steph or ‘Babs’.

“I didn’t realize I had sisters too.” She says instead of voicing her insecurities. Before she only had the boys to measure up against, now she had three girls too?

“Well, the only official sister is Cass. Steph used to date Tim and she just kinda stuck around. She’s practically family at this point. And Babs and I used to date, but again, she stuck around after and now she’s practically family.” Dick explains with a grin and a shrug. Cause having your exes around isn’t awkward. Or, maybe it isn’t. She doesn’t have any exes to compare it to. Just as she starts to get lost in her thoughts, she feels Adrien brush against her gently. Reminding her that he’s there, for her, giving her the strength she needs to follow Dick into the living room. Where everyone else was sitting. Oh boy.

“Marinette, so glad you could join us. And Mr. Agreste, nice to see you again.” Bruce says, standing from his spot and moving to shake Adrien’s hand.

“You as well, M. Wayne. And please, call me Adrien. Mr. Agreste is my father.” He says, and Marinette can just barely see his wince. His father always had been his least favorite subject, no matter how much or how little they spoke of him.

“Thanks for inviting us.” Marinette says, moving the package so that she’s no longer clutching it like a lifeline. Holding it out to Mr. Wayne, she laughs at his confused face. “It’s a present.” She adds.

“Oh, well, thank you.” He says, his face unreadable. Marinette shifts her weight, glancing between him and the package, waiting for him to open it. Or properly introduce her to the rest of the family. Either option would work at this point. Glancing at Dick, she sighs in relief when he claps. At least someone was going to make the first move.

“Right, so I don’t think you got the chance to meet Jason and Damian properly when you were here the other day.” Dick says, tugging her around a still frozen Bruce in front of the two boys from the other day.

“No, I didn’t. Hi, I’m Marinette.” She says, smiling and holding out a hand to Damian first. He tuts and turns away, making Marinette’s smile fall slightly before she turns to Jason. Jason grins and shakes her hand.

“Welcome to the family, kid.” He says, before whistling. “You didn’t get B’s height, that’s for sure.” He teases, Marinette snorts, her smile turning into a teasing smirk.

“Hey, don’t count me out for my height. Ever heard the phrase, small but mighty?” She asks, crossing her arms. Jason snorts, reaching out and messing up her hair.

“Whatever you say, Pixie Pop.” He replies. She rolls her eyes and turns to the other two siblings she hadn’t met.

“Hi, you must be Tim and Cass.” She says, smiling at both of them. Tim nods, his hand twitching towards his pocket. Marinette tries not to laugh, having seen Max do the same thing when he had to socialize for any amount of time. The boy was always far more comfortable with his phone in his hand, even if he wasn’t actually looking at it. Cass smiles, and Marinette notices her hands moving. “Sorry, could you repeat that, I wasn’t watching closely.” She says. Cass’ smile widens and she nods before starting over.

“Welcome to family. Nice to meet you.” Cass signs, making Marinette beam.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” She says, eyes widening when she realizes she left Adrien alone with a frozen Mr. Wayne. Whirling around, she moved back to Adrien and tugged him forward, rolling her eyes at his surprised yelp. Honestly, he should expect this by now.

“Geeze, Princess. Give a man a warning.” He says, adjusting his shirt that she’d accidentally messed up.

“Sorry k- Adrien. Sorry. Anyway, uh, everyone this is my friend Adrien Agreste. Adrien this is Jason, Damian, Tim, Cass and you already know Dick.” Marinette introduces, gesturing to each of her new siblings. Adrien shoots a wide smile, not quite his model smile but also not quite a real one.

“Nice to meet you all.” He says.

“Marinette, I apologize. Did you want me to open this now?” Mr. Wayne asks suddenly. She turns and raises an eyebrow at his unreadable expression and the way he holds onto the present like he doesn’t know what to expect. Which is fair, considering they’d only met in person the day before.

“Oh, um, if you want to. It’s nothing big.” She says, watching nervously as he nods and unwraps it. His eyebrows twitch together as he looks at the book, obviously not yet understanding.

“Open it, B.” Dick whispers, clearly understanding the gift more than their father. Mr. Wayne nods and opens it, his unreadable expression falling into one that she...still can’t read. But it’s not emotionless anymore. As he flips through the book, a small smile creeps its way onto his face and Marinette almost cheers. That’s the most sincere look she’d ever seen on the man.

“Did you put all this together?” He asks, glancing up from the book to look at her. Marinette nods.

“When I found out I was adopted, I wanted to have something to give my bio dad. So that even if he didn’t want to see me in person, he could get to know me. When I found out you’re my, um, dad, I added some personal touches.” She says.

“And I can keep this?” He asks, and Marinette’s shocked that he sounds almost scared. As if he thinks she’ll say no and take everything back. She smiles.

“Of course. My Maman and Papa already have those pictures. These are all yours.” She says.

“Thank you, Marinette. I- This is an amazing gift.” He says. Marinette’s smile widens and her shoulders sag in relief. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a disaster after all.

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[brucewaynesasshair]

i was rewatching titans(2018) and then in 2x07 dick started hallucinating bruce

i forgot how funny those scenes were so i took the time to write down some(a lot) funny stuff 'bruce' said

i put my comments in blue i thunk it's easier to read it that way

2x07

they say the suit makes the man. in your case, i guess it would be a...memorial urn. a whole life reduced to a decorative can of ash.

when you walk away from a job, you really walk away. let things go, *looks at the ground*, let, ooh, people... go. *still looking at the ground(he's talking bout jason🤚😭)*

you were gonna trade your life for jason's. noble. and fuckin' stupid. *lmao bruce🤚😭* you thought deathstroke wanted you? guess what, precious? he wants everybody but you.

genius. a nice, quiet place where they can finis him off.

*pretends to be on a call with dick* hello? hey, dick. oh, sure, i can look the kid up. hey, i just relized what your special skill is, the thing that makes you the natural leader in this group. you're the only one with my phone number.

*casually walks in* more people should drop their problem children off buildings. it clarifies the mind and body. *great advice bruce really good one😂*

that should do it. "sorry." always makes things right *he ain't wrong tho*

*bends down beside jason* ah...rest will fix him. then a team of shrinks *it was 1 shrink but it still didn't work but okay u couldn't know that bruce LMAO*, maybe some meds. uppers, downers, in-betweens. kid'll be right as rain. *spoiler he wasn't*

the master of unterstatment. *after dick said "no jason it's not ur fault for going out there alone"*

well done. you can check that off the list *'the list' there is a list🤚😭(ik it isn't..i hope.)*

houdini is flattering. houdini was not suicidal. *i'm sorry but i almost peed my self at this, GOLD!* there's no egg fried rice? *no bruce. there isn't😂*

now is working for me. *LMAO*

*the 1 n' only* NO SHIT! *from hank and bruce*

bastard's clever, too. no wonder dawn made the trade. *bruce pls🤚😭* i always imagined it was a lateral move, but now i see it's an upgrade. *an 'uPgRaDe'*

military speak for when you're bald-faced lying. you take note, kids. *takes out pen and paper*

everything else has gone so well. *oh yes it has gone perfect. couldn't be better😂*

*dick left but he's still here LMAO* it's nothing to worry about kids. just a mild psychic split. anybody need anything? milk? eggs? body bags? *bruce is going shopping🤚😭*

hide your little "boo-boo". it's too bad alfred isn't here to fix it. *immitates alfred* "oh...oh,somebody has a nasty splinter i'm sorry, master grayson, but that's going to have to come out. let me get the tweezers.

he speaks. *aperently he does😂*

five years. why does nobody remember that? *he was so upset about that part poor bruce😂*

now you're cooking, baby!

*just the whole dance scene*

and i'm the one with anger issues? *bruce is very offended by this😂*

let me guess. we have a date. *u better buy some flowers then mby slade loves tulips😂😂*

psst. yoo-hoo. there's somebody missing.

2x11

oh, cry me a fucking river. *upset hand gestures*

oh, it was very moving. *starts clapping* *we LOVE sarcasm LMAO*

okay that's it

sorry but hallucination bruce was my fav part of s2

also i'm pretty sure this is everything funny hallucination bruce said but if i misses something feel free to comment it🤗

#jason todd #dc titans #funny #batman #bruce wayne #titans season 2 #titans 2018 #hallucination bruce is my fav #he was so funny #it's even more funnyer when i relize that it's all just in dick's head he imagined it

[captainlordauditor]

For the latest "send me a fandom" ask. Bat fam?

I'm going to try and do this with ONLY batman centric characters, not Nightwing or other DC, so.....

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Dick Grayson, 1000%

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Jason but like. Specifically baby Jason, when he was a bitty robin boy. And Dick at the same age. Also Batgirl Cass. They're all very Shaped, okay?

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Honestly Bruce. Batfandom is really sleeping on the potential with Bruce's character. If he's not allowed then Ghostmaker

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): I ADORE the minor characters in comics but I think I'm gonna go with Owlman or Talon. It was really hard to pick two. Other potentials outside of strictly Batman include Duela Dent, the entirety of Generation Outlaw, any Tamaranean besides Kori, Tarantula, Bea Bennett, Raptor, and every Nightwing villain besides Blockbuster

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): ........In the interests of keeping this Batman only, also Owlman. More broadly, there's also of course Tarantula, Terra, Bea, Slade, and Liu

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Most of them. But especially Dick, Jason, and Bruce

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) Black Mask

#anonymous #asks #ask meme #detective comics comics #batfam #a colony of bats

[nightwingvixen23]

Dick : *walking into Wayne manor*

Dick : *hears laughter coming from the living room*

Dick : *finds Jason and Roy laughing it up on the couch*

Dick : *takes into account the two bottles of Tequila on the coffee table and variously colored shot glasses*

Dick : where’s Bruce ? 

Jason : AYE ! LOOK WHO’S BACK ! IT’S SEXY ASS !

Roy : HEEEY ! MR.SEXY ASS !

Dick : *rolling his eyes* that’s Mr.Sexy Ass Officer to you two

Jason : daaaamn girl, kinky

Roy : *holding his wrists out* officer, i’ve been naughty as hell. please. cuff me then ride the shit out of me

Jason : *laughing too hard*

Dick : I’m gonna ask again. where’s Bruce. doesn’t this sort of drunken party usually happen hidden away in the Lounge Room ?

Jason : *head lolling back* yeeeaaah but B is outta Gotham for a few days, an’ Alfred ain’t around, he’s on vacay visitin’ some folks er some shit. soooooo, I mean damn, why not bring the “drunken party” to the livin’ room?

Jason : *takes another shot* 

Jason : *glares at Dick* AND I AIN’T FUCKIN’ DRUNK for yer info ! I’m tipsy. NOT drunk. I can handle my liquor

Dick : mkay. 

Roy : join us, Dickie

Dick : god. i don’t wanna drink with you dumbasses, who knows what i’ll be roped into....but it has been a stressful week, and, i feel the peer pressure

Dick : *taking a seat across from them*

Jason & Roy : *cheering happily*

Jason : *pours Dick a shot* here ya go, Luscious

Dick : *takes the shot*

Roy : *already holding out another for him* here ya go again, Tasty Vixen

Dick : whoa, already again ??? I haven’t even recovered from the first shot ! slow down shit

Jason : lightweight ass

Dick : no. I’m just not an avid drinker like you two

Roy : *nudging the shot impatiently towards Dick*

Dick : *takes the shot*

Jason : *holding up another*

Dick : shit. stop. what are you trying to get me wasted or something ?

Roy : *smirks at Jason*

Jason : *smirks back*

Jason : *sarcastically* noooo baby, I’d never do that to yoooou. especially with Roy here. what ever on EARTH would we dooo ?? a THREEsome ??? ewwww. . . .

Roy : *just as sarcastically* OMG ! groooosssss. . .

Dick : get me lit enough and it just might happen

Jason & Roy : *hopeful little puppies clumsily pouring more shots for Dick*

Dick : NO ! STOP ! I WAS KIDDING !!

Roy : don’t just go messin’ with my soul like that baby

Jason : yeah. shit, doll. got a mother fucker all excited’n shit....damn.

Dick : hm. sounds like a personal problem to me

Jason : *stares offensively for a second before sitting back dramatically and crossing his leg*

Dick : *sensing some bullshit coming along*

Jason : got a question for ya, sweetcheeks

Dick : oh yeah ? and what’s that ?

Jason : why you not lemme smash ??

Dick : . . .

Dick : excuse me. but what ?

Jason : why you won’t lemme hit it an quit it ??? 

Dick : *blinking*

Jason : ejaculate and evacuate, rock your box and then change the locks, shoot my jizz and then out I is-

Dick : yeah yeah I fucking GET it !

Jason : then if ya get it, darlin’ *leans forward* why haven’t ya lemme in ??

Dick : excuse yourself but i’m not just some item on a shelf. you can’t just casually pick me up and then take me home. I get to chose who I sleep with as well, and let me tell you something, I don’t just choose anyone

Jason : oh really ? ‘cause I can name at LEAST 6 son’s’a bitches that don’t even PAAAAAAAASS grade A fuckin’ rank in my books

Jason :  NUMBER 1; SLADE Yes I Kill For Pleasure WILSON !!! NUMBER 2; WALLY Horny Ass Air Head WEST !!! NUMBER 3; BRUCE I’m A Brooding Janus-Faced Crackpot With Unresolved Emotional Instability Who Likes to Put Boys In Green Panties And Then Send Them To Their Deaths WAYNE-!!!

Dick : *blushing* OH. MY. GOD. that’s enough Jason. shut up

Jason : *smug as hell* now tha’s what I thought

Roy : whoawhoawhoa 👐 hold the fuck up. you fuckin’ The Bat ?? for real for realz ?

Dick : that’s none of your business

Jason : sure as fuckin’ HELL was MY god damned business every fuckin’ night I heard that headboard hittin’ the wall in B’s room with ya sobbin’ his name like--

Dick : --okaysoumYEAH !! NEXT conversation PLEASE !

Jason : considering the fact that YOU have suuuuch poor selection in dudes....imma ask again *sexy smirk*....why you not lemme smash ??

Roy : yeah dude; knick knack patty whack let my man bone

Dick :

Dick : . . .

Dick : *pours himself another shot*

Dick : *stands up*

Dick : *grabs both bottles of Tequila*

Dick : mkay, this parties been officially canceled due to apparent derangement 

Dick : *leaves the room*

Jason : . . .

Roy : . . .

Jason & Roy : *exchanging glances*

Jason : *gets up and casually saunters after Dick*

Roy : *gets up and casually saunters after Jason*

*Eventually*

Dick : *upstairs* OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM YOU WEIRDOS I’M TRYING TO CHANGE !!!!

Jason & Roy : *getting their drunk asses thrown the fuck out of Dick’s room*

Roy : shit, he really knows how to tease a guy

Jason :  tell me ‘bout it 

Roy : ‘an he took our Tequila

Jason : baby boy really knows how ta hurt a brotha too

Jason : *turns to pound on Dick’s closed door* YER BREAKIN’ MAH HEART, BABY !!

Roy : *starts singing Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart*

Damian : *comes out of his room at the opposite end of the hallway*

Damian : *starts throwing hangers at Jason and Roy*

Jason : DIIIICKIIIIE !! OPEN UP !! WE FORMALLY REQUEST SANCTUARY !!

Roy : YES ! AND WE SWEAR THAT WE WONT TRY AN’ FUCK YOU !

Jason : *looks blankly at Roy*

Jason : . . . .speak for yourself

Damian : *coming at them with a sword and Titus hot on his heels as back up and noble steed* you immmoRAL BASTARDS BETTER KEEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM GRAYSON !!

Jason & Roy : AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH--!!!

Damian : LAY A FINGER ON HIM AND YOU ARE DEAD ! DO YOU HEAR ME ?! D-E-A-D !

*Meanwhile*

Dick : *laying across his bed with his earphones in/sipping Tequila and catching up on Real Housewives*

Dick : Sabrina, you bitch, stop being friends with Kathy, she’s obviously moving in on your hot ass husband; gawd....

#drunk jay #drunk roy #let mah man smaaaash #drunk ass jay and roy basically #THIS IS A FUCKING WREEEECK #messy ass jay is my jam #i like my jay messy #jaydick #roydick #roy harper #arsenal #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #when bruce is away #BruDick #bruce wayne #batman #birdflash #sladedick #Titus

[the-indie-indian]

58 thoughts I had while watching Invincible EP 1 [Out of Context]

{Spoilers ahead}

These are some thoughts I got while watching the first episode of Invincible.

Few things before,

I love DC comics and this is my first time watching anything put out by Image Comics

I never heard of the Invincible comics and I am watching this without reading anything about the show beforehand.

So, let's begin:

1. If that security man dies I'm gonna cry.

2. " It has to be a spectacle" boy every terrorist’s motto!

3. Seriously this team is just the justice league.

4. Good on you fish out of water Aquaman.

5. But really, 2 vs 8 can't be fair.

6. OMG Louis Lane.

7. What a bratty kid.

8. Okay not so bratty, the parents are too frisky.

9. Is this a Sky High rip off?

10. My God that harassment scene. Hits too close to home.

11. Grayson?!?!?!!! Like Dick Grayson?!?!? Did they rip off my Nightwing too?!? OMG.

12. Ouch.

13. Double ouch.

14. Burger mart? Really? Might as well said “Not A Brand Name” burger store.

15. Yup, sky high

16. Why does Omni man have the speech pattern of President Barak Obama? I'm not complaining, it just makes me want to look up Obamacare again just to make sure I still understand it.

17. Excccuuuuusssse me? Lesser developed worlds? You saved like 4 people while the Justice League saved everyone there.

18. Omni man is hot though, tbh

19. I am so happy I never got the puberty talk from my parents. My Mom told all that I needed to know if I ever get my period and that's it. Thank God for sex education class. "Hair in strange places" *shudders*

20. Why does the kid have a Canada shirt? Again, not complaining, love Canada. Just confused.

21. Oh baby no

22. Oh baby yes

23. Oh baby no

24. Why aren't they wearing masks? Like superhero identity masks?

25. I really like the explanation Omni man is giving about flying.

26. OH NOOOOOOOOOOO

27. That is not........... I mean........ I know why he did it......... But still? Oh boy. I really think he should have told him he was gonna hit him. They should have had Grayson learn a martial art even before he got his powers, it could have given him a huge edge while fighting.

28. Oh his name is Mark? And can someone please tell me, is that how bullying really happens in the US? I really really wanna know. If it does, I am so so sorry you guys have to go through that.

29. Oh look, it's The Thing from The Fantastic Four.

30. I think I just read too many comics and now everything seems like plagiarism to me. Mark has the personality of Wally West and the powers of Superman and has the looks and partial name of Dick Grayson.

31. Is that Jason Todd I see with the hit me scene?

32. Would it have hurt Omni man to say, "You will son, maybe be better than me someday?” Or "I am proud of what you want to do now"?

33. Since there is so much going on, they should have just have Edna instead of this old guy. Oh I forgot, never mess with Disney. DC is fine, but nnnneeeevvveeerrr Disney.

34. Orange and yellow, yup, that's Geoforce.

35. Omniman’s costume suck though.

36. Hell no, DO NOT TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!!!!!!

37. Aww

38. That's a weak sauce way of getting a superhero name. I mean, it’s technically how Nightwing got his name, but at least Superman had a good story to tell.

39. GOD DAMN IT if it weren't for the yellow that's def Nightwing costume.

40. I love Cage the Elephant

41. Crap indeed

42. I hope this doesn't end up like Man of Steel.

43. Why is the Flash Russian? Oh, I get it ( lame cuz he's always ” Rush”ian joke )

44. That IS Iris West if not for the green eyes btw.

45. Aww Manipulation (jk)

46. Why Denver? What did that city ever do to you or anyone? Just head towards the mountains and enjoy the view.

47. Won't that criminal die in space? Oh.

48. Aww poor fish king.

49. Oh that's not Wonder Woman that’s Sailor Moon.

50. If you ever can, please read Patton Oswalt's JLA: Welcome to the Working Week. You will definitely enjoy it. It's not the greatest comic ever written, but it is a really fun read.

51. Is the green lady Princess Emerald like Princess Amethyst

52. Okay she's not.

53. She's kinda Green Lantern-ish or even Danny Phantom-ish.

54. She's hot.

55. This Batman confuses me. First he has a hover board like Static Shock and now he's quippier than Jim Carrey.

56. Still hot though

57. Aren't our mountains already disintegrating? Couldn't they just have a fortress of solitude? Or an island of remoteness, or a volcano of emptiness or a sound of silence? (sorry)

58. Oh My God

#invincible animated series #dc comics #mark grayson #image comics #bad commentary #mind blown

[monster-bcrn]

SPOOKY’S 100 FOLLOWER SHOUTOUT!

Okay for real this is the fastest growing blog I’ve ever had hehehe. Never expected Grundy to get this popular this quickly!

Freaking love this zombaby and I’m so glad y’all love him too! As promised, gonna shout out some fantabulous bloggos that helped get Grundy to where he is today. XD

@akasupergirl/ @azombieme (I FREAKING ADORE GRUNDY AND KARA AND LIV. I swear Grundy’s loyal to Kara like he was to Shayera and Jade and Liv is totally his baby sister and is gonna protect her from.....everything. :P

Even pigeons, because they’re legion.)

@thecatgoddessbast (A blast from the past! Glad to see you again after I rampaged and caused chaos as a certain deranged pincushion of a mushroom way back in the time before present. XD

Now I get to do that as a zombie. :D Win/win!)

@starcityvigilante (OLLIE. FFFFFF-okay for real I’m HYPED to plot wacky ideas with you. Grundy has a MASSIVE grudge against Green Arrow and I’m like......*push these two together* you both get along right now.)

@folcire (We literally just started talking and I’m loving your Ivy already! Can’t wait to see how Grundy grows to see her the more he talks to her because they’re both sassy plant people that way. XD)

@themartlans (FFFFFF-J’ONN. Everyone’s favorite green uncle :D I freaking adore him and I HATE how the most he ever interacted with Grundy was him being tossed into the bay. >_<

They really need to talk more, and MAN! That Injustice verse of yours is SICK. Definitely hyped for making Grundy into an insurgent and a good zombie instead of Supes’ lapdog.

( Look at this face....LOOK AT IT.)

@blackwingsbluedings (One of the best Dick Grayson’s out there and definitely loving seeing Grundy be less smash and more “......hug?” They both need hugs I swear.)

@marvelousdamsels (We haven’t talked much but I adore your muses and I just hope Grundy doesn’t come off as too weird or clingy.......wait.......that’s......literally Grundy.....

:D)

@theirfirstexperiment (GRUNDY ON A RAMPAGE YOOOOOO! Better run fast. XD)

@amazonexile/ @gothamprens/ @captainstevertrevor ( Freaking love your muses and I love seeing Diana and Bruce actually WANT to help Grundy. It’s too easy just beating on Grundy and I love seeing them actually bother to try to get to the gentler side of the Hulk’s crazy cousin. XD)

@justiceebound / @nighttfight ( *slams fist on the table* YOU ARE AWESOME! Your Shayera is awesome, your Bruce is a national treasure and I can’t wait to throw Grundy at Supes and Diana, because these guys need a big reconciliation thing after all the chaos from literal years of slugging it out.

And I LOVE it. >:D)

@ofamazonia 

@theamazondiana   (Both of you are AWESOME Wonder Women and MAN I love plotting ideas. I’m tired of seeing Diana being turned into too much of a warrior while negating her role as a peace-maker and y’all NAIL her kindness and wisdom and need to give everyone a chance. Freaking LOVE IT!)

@raininginkyxto (LOL I always love imagining Grundy in Marvel and now poor Weasel is kind of stuck with him. XD Man, if the Hulks meet Grundy then that poor bar is going to really get smashed.....)

@notatomo (GIANT. Man I loved that movie as a kid and I LOVE the subsequent giant robot and tiny kid works inspired from it (example being the CRIMINALLY under-appreciated Sentinel series by UDON.) Can’t wait to see what happens when Grundy talks more to someone bigger than him. XD)

@liminalstctic (GRUNDY HEARTS TINY GIRL. XD Yeah he’s trying his hardest to help her. ;A;)

@dolceclavier

@gobsnacc

@adrenalinesaint

@ninelivesruined

@yellowskinnedwackyman  (CREEPER! I’ll forever ADORE these two butts because they’re team Tree Lobsters.)

@collidingxworlds/ @thecursedhellblazer (I. Love. Your. Constantine. I swear I have so much fun writing Grundy trying to get drunk (and failing) and learning to cuss up a storm while still being a mad lad ready to throw down with mega-zombies to protect his tiny friend.

DC, make this friendship canon or so help me Grodd...)

@chaosmultiverse (I love your Klarion so much! He’s so much fun! XD And Teekl for the epic win!)

@raichoose (Herbert West and Solomon Grundy? THAT aIN’T GOOD! D:>)

@gctjinxd (Freaking LOVE your Jinx! LOL how she manipulates Freeze and how Grundy isn’t even REMOTELY phased by her powers. Like he is TOUGH. Even bad luck won’t stop him.)

@killcrcroc (BIG BAD KILLER CROC! I love your Waylon and I adore how he has a collection of watches and that awesome suit. XD Croc definitely deserves more love since he’s much smarter than he looks, and tough enough to even get Grundy to back down in a serious fight.)

@babydxhl (Baby Doll is criminally underappreciated and I love how she’s the opposite to Grundy. She looks child-like but is very crafty, mature and knows how to get what she wants, while Grundy is physically strong and big enough to bully his way into anything he wants, but is very simple and child-like and would rather watch the birds. XD)

@theednygma (An awesome Ed Nygma and I love how Grundy is so unsure of everything yet still goes along for the ride as a support. XD)

@sleightlyoffhand (BUNNY MAN! Okay the idea of Josiah monching on carrots in Grundy’s pocket makes me smile so much. XD)

@thanagrian (BIRD-NOSE! Honestly every time I think of Grundy and Shayera I get the feels big time. These two definitely deserved more than just two episides to give them a unique friendship.

(I love that STAR Labs mission so much in Injustice. XD)

@the-arkham-librarian ( I love Eliza so much! She’s crafty, stubborn, sweet and kind and just cares about everyone so much when few don’t. Grundy grew so attached to her I swear she’s like his little sister at this point. XD And he’s totes the best uncle along with Eddie.)

@fatherdamned ( I LOVE YOUR RIDDLER OMG! He’s so snarky but man he is SO DAMN FUN to write with! Grundy is there for his green friend, no matter what!)

@fartemis-crockpot

( I freaking LOVE Artemis and Grundy, especially in the Injustice Society stuff. Yeah Grundy’s been a butt before but he genuinely likes and cares about her and the rest of the team and I’m like....

Look at these bunch of a-holes. Yeah they’re a family and even if they’re bad.....they’ve got each other. And that’s what counts. C:)

@powerhours/ @lastofmars (Green dad? Green dad. I love your J’onn so much and I’m like *throws Grundy at green dad* Here give this disaster some love. XD)

@gothamdad (YET ANOTHER AWESOME BATMAN. :D)

@redsleuthed (TIM! I love Tim and I swear these two should talk more because Grundy doesn’t WANT to fight and I think just letting someone hear him out would help him immensely.

Plus that stuff with Freeze? Poetic cinema.)

@themusespace

@12thlevel​ (On this blog we stan socially awkward green boi with angery grandpa genius mastermind. XD)

@pluckyingenue

@seekthedarknesswithin (SHADE! I love Shade in Justice League where he constantly throws Shade at everyone so you can imagine how excited I was to see Shade on Tumblr! We haven’t done much but man.....even Grundy was excited to see an old friend from the Injustice Society/ Injustice Gang.)

@youstolemycoat (Okay, hands down, Nick Necro is so much fun to plot with. His Robin verse is so fun too and poor Grundy tries to help but a certain birdy won’t let him. XD)

@ufotm (Tiny alien baby. :3)

@thetrigonborn

@kitfreeman

@partcfyouruniverse/ @diamondcladclown ( An awesome mun and my goodness her Harley is EPIC! I love the metas about Harley too and you just GET HER. And that????? Is the sign of an excellent writer and mun.)

@bigbadkillercroc ( I love your Croc and the brotherly bond he has with Grundy! It’s so refreshing to see these two bonding instead of Grundy tearing off Waylon’s face like he did in the Solomon Grundy mini-series. :C)

@blizzardmuses (I LOVE YOUR MUSES OMG. Your Batgirl?????? I ADORE HER. I love Freeze as a member of the Birds of Prey and I love tossing Grundy at your muses because the guy needs love and an excuse to smash.....and I really love both lol.)

@starfirechan (You’re Starfire is so freaking CUTE! I love how she and Grundy get along so well since they’re kind of two misfits that aren’t very well-versed in city life. XD)

@gotham-crusader/ @maximummuses (One of the best Batman and Damian Wayne RPers out there! I have a lot of fun with our threads and even if they fizzle out there is so much heart to them that they’re some of my absolute favorites no matter what muse I put on. C:)

@teufortsquidman (PRAWN! Okay, a giant mega-zombie and an Eldritch abomination? Yeah they’re gonna be good pals lol. XD)

@tragedybcrn (Hands down one of the BEST Batman RPers I’ve talked to and plotted with. I love how Bruce helps Freeze and even Grundy try to be better than just crooks. Grundy though has had so many bad experiences that he can’t trust anyone anymore unless there is some SERIOUS help. But he’ll learn to at least try to trust Batman.....because Batman was genuinely nice to him.)

@krygothite ( I freaking LOVE your Bane! We haven’t written much but FFFFF0yeah he’s epic. XD And Grundy is kind of nervous about bringing Bane to Slaughter Swamp because Bane is tough but not kaiju-sized gators and snakes tough....

Or....maybe he is.....let’s test him. >:D)

@batvvmn

@redwinefangs (VAmpire Batman? Vampire Batman. We have an epic trifecta of vampire Bats, Freezy-wolf and zombaby Grundy and I LOVE it. These three are so much fun to plit ideas around. XD)

@bclaur

@stcrshnes

@titanicscionofthestars ( I freaking LOVE Sara! All across my blogs I love her and the way you write her! And I swear her reaction to Grundy being impaled????? MY HEART. ;A;)

@jcinthedance  (JERVIS! Okat for real I love the image of Hatter and Grundy just enjoying a tea party at the asylum and being weird dorks. XD)

@adventurepunks (I absolutelky LOVE your Zatanna! She’s so fun and I’d love to plot more with her! :D)

@shesquiinnsane

@laughter-in-white (YOU????? Are??? Like the BEST Joker. Hands down. Your Croptop J is so much fun to plot with and he’s funny and being dramatic for Bats. And Grundy is like ‘yeah he’s crazy but he’s my crazy.’)

@yourfavoritesidekick

@smartvulpix (* glomps on you for being epic*)

@thehouseofivo (Your Freeze and Julian are AWESOME! Love throwing my guys at them both lol)

@lil-miss-romano

@sweet-tea-solly

@slauhter

@occultsleuth

@wiisectrpillar

@wonderlandcarpenter

@gunborn

#Rave to the Grave (Out of Character) #TOOK ME HOUIRS BUT I DID IT #Even if I didn't mention you you are STILL VALID #Love you all!

[considermewhelmed]

There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet by Panic! at the Disco- Jason Todd

a/n: Every fic I’ve written so far either involves Tim or is about Jason’s death and idk what that says about me but it’s nothing good. 

taglist: @river9noble

Master

-

“Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman/From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed/I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it/Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and…”

“Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?/Never looked better, and you can't stand it.”

“And I know/And I know/It just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up/I've never been so surreptitious/So of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.”

-

Tim pulled at the tie that seemed to tighten like a noose around his neck irritably, looking around at all the guests chattering and laughing and drinking all of the expensive champagne. “Why do I need to be here?” 

“You’re the CEO.” Dick shot him a confused look. “You’re probably the only one contractually obligated to be here.” 

“Bruce threw the banquet,” Tim sat up in his seat a bit, glancing around as if the lack of attention proved his point. “None of them want to talk to me anyways. They all want to talk to Bruce.” 

“That’s because you’re 17,” Dick pointed out, sipping his own punch and wrinkling his nose at the bitter taste. “It’s hard to take a 17 year old seriously.” 

“Well which is it?” Tim demanded. “Am I the CEO contractually obligated to be here for the company, or the 17 year old son of Bruce Wayne forced to be here by his dad?” 

“Both.” Dick shrugged. 

Tim glared at his freshly shined shoes. “Why doesn’t Damian have to be here then?” 

“Because he’s 13.” Dick sighed irritably. “Would you just stop complaining? I came so you wouldn’t be alone, but I’ll happily go find someone else to talk to if you’re not even going to try and have a good time tonight.” 

Tim turned his glare to Dick who raised his hands in defence, standing up and grabbing his glass along the way. He moved over to the first group he saw, falling into easy conversation with the socialites, just like he always did. 

“That Dick Grayson sure grew up handsome,” Tim heard a woman say to his left. 

“Oh, he certainly did. He’s so good with the crowd- is he running the company now?” Another woman asked. 

“He should be. Somehow Bruce’s teenager got CEO, and poor Dick was left with nothing.” A third woman tsked. 

“Teenager?” The second asked, surprised. 

“I heard he’s only 15, I mean, what was Bruce thinking?” The first scoffed. 

“I’m 17,” Tim blurted, turning to look at the women.

The women at least had the courtesy to look guilty, but he suspected it wasn’t a genuine reaction. He could see the way they looked at him. 

They mumbled some half-hearted apologies and shuffled away awkwardly, and he was once again alone. Tim groaned, crossing his arms, slumping in his seat. He knew realistically, Dick would be the most logical choice. He’s personable, outgoing, and older than Tim was. But Dick had enough on his plate, and to Tim’s knowledge, absolutely no desire to be involved in Wayne Enterprises to begin with, let alone be the CEO. 

Tim just wanted to go home. 

“Good evening pricks of Gotham!” A familiar voice called through the crowd, and Tim looked up surprised. 

There was a collection of gasps and whispers as Jason and Roy strolled through the crowd. Roy was greeting people he recognized from his days with Oliver Queen, dressed in a red silk button up tucked into his black dress pants, the black suit jacket thrown on over top, unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and it looked like he at least tried with his hair, having thrown it back into a neat half up, half down style. However, Tim could see the Vans from here.

Jason on the other hand, was in a black button up and black jeans, with his signature brown leather jacket over top and sunglasses on. His combat boots were untied, like he couldn’t even be bothered to do the simple task. He acknowledged no one, not even Dick or Bruce’s horrified expressions. 

“Go about your business folks,” Jason commanded, waving his hand dismissively. 

Tim didn’t need to see his eyes to know Jason had his gaze locked onto him. He sat up a little and couldn’t help the little smirk creep up onto his face. Jason and Roy certainly knew how to make an entrance. 

Jason plopped into the seat across from Tim, grinning at his brother. 

“Hey baby bird, quite the party you’ve got going on here.” 

“I’m glad you got the invite.” Tim chuckled. “It was difficult sneaking it past Bruce, Dick and Alfred.” 

“Well, you know if it was anyone else’s name at the bottom I would’ve ignored it completely,” Jason shrugged, taking his glasses off and tossing them onto the table. “How’s it going anyways?” 

Tim’s face morphed into a scowl. “I hate these things. No one wants to talk to me, and most of them either don’t believe that I’m the CEO or think it’s Dick.” 

Jason raised his eyebrow. “Tim, you are the smartest person in this room. You’ve done more for the company in your short time than Bruce did in all his years. That’s why he’s kept you on.” 

“Maybe,” Tim sighed. “No one else knows that though.” 

Jason shrugged. “They will.” He smirked. “But don’t worry baby bird, you won’t have to deal with this banquet much longer.” 

Tim eyed Jason warily. “Are you going to get us arrested?” 

“Nah, I wouldn’t tarnish your record like that,” Jason shrugged and looked up as Roy came over. “Is it done?” 

“Yeah, just say the word.” Roy grinned and plopped down beside Jason. “Hey Tim, how’s it going?” 

“What are you gonna do Roy?” Tim raised his eyebrow. 

“Nothing you can prove.” Roy winked before looking out over the crowd. 

As if on cue, the lights all shut off, nothing but the emergency lights on. The fire alarms blared, and people were tripping over themselves to get out of the building. Tim, Jason and Roy melted into the crowd, effectively exiting the building and avoiding Bruce and Dick in the process. 

Tim tried to hide his grin and look worried for show, but he suspected he wasn’t doing a very good job. 

Roy was already gone, probably to get the car, when Tim turned around to face his brother. 

“Thanks Jay,” Tim said sincerely. 

“For what?” He scoffed. “I didn’t do it for you, I just like messing with Bruce.” Jason rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. 

Tim didn’t buy it. He knew Jason better than that by now. 

“Well, thank you anyways.” Tim insisted quietly, looking around. 

“Hey, Tim,” Jason started after a moment. “If you ever want to get out of these things without the dramatics, you tell Bruce you’ve got a... “ Jason looked around, as if remembering their surroundings- he couldn’t exactly bring up Tim’s night time activities. “Previous engagement. Me and Roy are going to be doing a lot more... traveling, and I wouldn’t mind having you along.” He offered. 

Tim nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Jason nodded back, admittedly a little awkward, and looked to where Roy was waiting with the car. “That’s my ride.” A pause. “And, seriously Tim. You’re 17 and the CEO of one of the richest companies in the country. Fucking own that shit, okay? Some of these people can only dream of being as successful as you.” 

Tim processed that for a moment and nodded slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind too.” 

Jason glanced over at Roy again and back to Tim. “Catch ya later baby bird.” He said, and with that, Jason was gone. 

“I knew that ass showed up to cause trouble.” Dick’s voice came from behind Tim, who shrugged. 

“Could be worse.” He said simply and thought about it before moving past Dick, and past Bruce who was getting ready to step up and calm the crowd, and up onto the bottom step so he was raised a little over the crowd. 

“Everyone, please, remain calm,” Tim called out, raising his hands, trying to exude as much Jason confidence and Dick charisma and Bruce charm as possible, even adding an easy going Roy smile at the end. “The fire department should be on it’s way, but I’ve been informed that there was no fire, it was merely the new system adapting to the building. So please, relax, and once we are officially cleared, everyone can leave, with a bottle of the wonderful champagne you were all trying with the punch, courtesy of Wayne Enterprises for your troubles.” 

Everyone was murmuring and nodding and giving him all their attention. Tim stepped down and back into the crowd. 

“So he is the CEO,” he heard one of the women from earlier whisper as he passed.

“Wayne Enterprises is in good hands.” The second whispered back, and Tim’s posture straightened with pride. 

He should invite Jason to banquets more often. 

#thebatfamplaylist #jason todd #red hood #roy harper #tim drake #red robin #arsenal #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #batfam #batfamily #dc #dc comics #sometimes I forget Tim is a fucking CEO???

[ren1327]

Seeing Stars ch.4

“Well?” Yaz asked, arms still around Sammy.

“Locked up tight, no one is getting in or out.” Darius said.

“What are you guys not telling us?” Kenji asked.

Ben sighed. “We’re gonna be here a while.”

“Why?”

“In a little under an hour…” Darius started. “There could be, will be a…tsunami?”

“A what?!” Kenji yelled.

“We had safeguards in place for this!” Darius said, putting up his hands in a calming gesture. “And as far as we’ve seen, all dinosaurs are present and accounted for.”

“Um…” Ben said as he looked over the computer, four red dots moving away from the green triangle that was home base.

“What the…Crap!” Sammy said.

“Looks like two juvenile ankylos, a baryonyx and…shit. The baby triceratops.” Ben hissed.

“Dammit. We’ll have to split up if we want to secure them and separate the current herds into the pens.” Brooklynn said.

“Bumpy and I can coral the ankylos and trike.” Ben said.

“And I got experience wrangling carnivores!” Sammy added.

Darius nodded. “I’ll go with you.”

“No, I will.” Yaz said, stepping forward. “You should try to get in touch with Sorna and help Brooklynn sort the dinosaurs up.”

“I’ll go with Ben.” Kenji said.

“No!” Ben said. “It will be…I think you should stay here. It ought to be me really going…”

“Why?” The taller man asked, wrinkling his nose.

“Well I’m a…and you’re a…” Ben said sheepishly, his fingers twitching.

Kenji rolled his eyes, small fangs peeking from a snarl. “Look. We can discuss sexism in survival situations—”

“N-No! Kenji, you’re the heir to a…and I’m just a…” Ben waved his hands helplessly. “I don’t want you to get hurt!”

Kenji huffed. “You’re not my alpha. I can do this, Ben.”

He pushed past the smaller man and went towards where a sign said the garage was.

Ben bit his lip and Brooklynn put a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s scared, but he’s still our Kenji.”

He nodded and smiled at his friends.

“Forty minutes.”

“Let’s do this!” Brooklynn said.

*

Kenji tried not to cling to Ben as they rode bareback on Bumpy. The larger dinosaur was running back to the caves, the smaller Anklyos following her. She stopped at the mouth and the twins paused before trotting in, a metal door shutting behind them.

“Okay, that was easy.” Kenji said.

“Bumpy is kinda the beta of the herd, lone, but trustworthy.” Ben said.

“Okay, now for the baby—”

A scared screech reached them and said trike ran to them, huffing as Ben fumbled to open the door and let the poor thing in. If Brooklynn was at the helm, the ever shifting labyrinth of tunnels and doors would have all the herds in indoor pens filled with food and water, separated by thick steel and kept calm with light doses of sedatives.

It was a failsafe plan if there were ever another hurricane. The only downside was that the dinosaurs would be confined underground for three days and could get aggravated and violent being caged up for so long.

“Okay, Ankylos secure and baby back with her mom.” Brooklynn said over the walkie on Kenji’s hip.

“What was it running from?” Kenji asked.

“What?”

Kenji looked at Ben. “She was scared.”

“I…” Ben looked in the direction the trike had come from. “Do you hear that?”

Kenji sniffed and they both gasped when they heard a familiar voice.

“WU!”

*

“This is crazy.” Kenji whispered and he and Ben crouched behind long grass, watching Wu and a few men load crates into a helicopter.

“We need to see what they’re up to.” Ben said.

Wu looked over the men.

“Sir, there was an incident in Sorkin’s lab, a few specimens escaped.”

“Leave them be, we have the embryo’s and the eggs. It matters not if the prototypes drown.” He said. “Did Hunter find the others?”

“No, we think they escaped on a second ferry.” The same man said.

“Shame.” Wu said and walked to the helicopter as the last of the boxes were loaded and he boarded.

“We’ll take the last chopper to get Kendall.” The man said and Wu nodded, the doors closing behind him.

“Kendall?” Kenji asked as the helicopter rose.

Ben pulled him behind a tree and they watched as a man waited with the last chopper and the pilot.

There was a screech and he yelled suddenly as a shape from under the chopper whipped around his leg, then took off in the bushes opposite of the two.

Ben covered his mouth as Kenji peered around the tree they were behind.

“What was that?” He asked Ben, who stayed silent.

The man groaned and fell to his knees. The pilot came out and cursed.

“Let’s get airborne!” He told the other and they both got in, the other man slumping in the back.

Ben grabbed Kenji’s hand and led him back into the trees.

“What was that?” He asked again as they heard the chopper lift up and away.

“I don’t know!” Ben yelled back as they saw the cave and the same slim shape disappearing into it.

Kenji pulled Ben back.

“There it is.” He said and Ben looked around.

“This way.” He urged, pulling Kenji to a hidden staircase.

Kenji staired at the odd optical illusion of rocks forming steps going perfecting along the side of the hidden base.

“How…?”

“Grayson and his whimsy.” Ben said with a smile and started climbing.

Kenji followed and Ben led him higher and higher, the wind now making Kenji clutch to hidden hand holds in cracks and crevasses. He didn’t dare look down, they having passed the tree tops a few minutes ago.

“Be careful here.” Ben called as he climbed over a cliff and onto a flat ledge, holding out a hand to help Kenji climb up the last few feet.

The older man panted, looking up at the darkening cloud filled sky.

“Wow…” He said and looked over the edge, finding them about six stories up.

“This should get us into the observation deck.” Ben said.

“Should it now?” A voice asked and they turned to see Hunter waiting with a rifle.

“Whoa! Why are you here?” Ben asked.

“I was hoping to be picked up by the last helicopter.” He said, looking over the side to the low tide, the ocean seeming to swell in the distance. “And they’re taking their sweet time.”

“Why are you helping Wu?!” Kenji yelled.

“Why not?” Hunter said. “I failed the first part of the plan.”

He snarled.

“You had to be an uppity bitch and chose Roth.” Hunter said. “I was being truthful…”

Ben noticed something off.

“I know that gun.”

“I’m sure you do. It was recovered as part of my will.” Hunter said.

“…Oh my god…” Ben said.

“What?” Kenji asked.

“Tiff and Mitch…you look like…”

“Cause I’m their son, Dumbass.” Hunter said, rolling his eyes.

“I thought they hated kids!” Kenji yelled.

“Oh they did.” Hunter said. “Shucked me off with a loser uncle who worked in…ugh. Finance.” Hunter said, curling his lip in disgust.

“Wow.” Ben said and blinked, eyes flitting to Kenji. “Sorry for…well, everything.”

“Yeah, well…” Hunter said, the trigger clicking.

“Um…” Kenji whispered as he saw something creep from the shadows. “What the heck is that?”

Ben gasped and put a hand out, trying to protect Kenji as a small creature with bulbus eyes and a long thin neck chirped and seemed to look at the three men.

“What the hell is that...?” Kenji asked again.

“Don’t move.” Ben whispered. “Just…try to make it to the door and get the door open when I say to run.”

“Door?” Kenji asked as Ben’s finger twitched, pointing out a break in the rock too large to be a normal fission.

Ben then slowly reached to his belt, taking out a retractable baton, a loud noise enveloping them.

A helicopter flew up to them, startling the little creature. Hunter whirled around and fired off a shot at it, who in turn moved like a blur to his leg, biting it hard, the blond man screaming in pain.

“Go!” Ben yelled and Kenji ran for the small alcove in the rock, finding a hinged door like a submarine’s and using brute strength to twist the knob open and get inside. Ben backed up quickly toward him as they heard a helicopter, Hunter kicking the small creature over the ledge and turning his gun back on them as Ben gasped.

“Hunter, behind you!” He yelled as the ocean rose and crested, a wave coming right for them.

The blond man turned to see the oncoming wave and yelled in anger. He turned and ran towards a dropped ladder, grabbing it and turning to glare at them as the helicopter rose.

Ben climbed over the frame and threw the heavy iron closed and he and Kenji twisted it shut again, a boom hitting the side, water leaking in and spraying them as they were knocked back from the wave’s impact on the faux mountains.

Kenji was knocked onto Ben and suddenly yelled in pain.

Ben looked at Kenji’s thigh, another one of those creatures biting into the taller man.

His alpha roared, the sound coming from deep in his chest as Ben suddenly grabbed the creatures neck with both hands and squeezed hard, hearing crunching as the little monster went limp.

“Jesus, Ben.” Kenji said with a gulp as Ben dropped it.

Ben blinked and looked at his hands. He shuttered, closing them. “I…I don’t know…I don’t know why…”

“I-It’s okay.” Kenji whispered, taking his hands in his. Ben looked at them and squeezed Kenji’s hands back.

“We need to get back to the others.” Ben said after a moment, leading Kenji to the hidden hall toward the living quarters. “Who knows how many…”

“Ben and Kenji, come in!” a speaker garbled at the end of the hall from next to a large metal locker.

Ben ran to the wall monitor, pushing a black button. “We’re here!”

“You two need to book back to the apartments!” Brooklynn said, voice panicked. “We have an infestation! The bites are poisonous! They hate light!”

“What?”

“Ben!” Darius’ voice took over. “Troodons have somehow invaded the halls, we locked them out from the dinosaurs, but they’ll zero in on you! They have light sensitivity, but they’re starving, so I don’t know—bzzzt!”

“Darius?” Ben called. “Darius!”

He looked around the intercom, then to the locker. He muttered the emergency code and it clicked open. Ben sighed in relief and opened the door, finding a disaster pack, and first aid kit along with flares and flashlights. He checked the batteries in them and nodded.

“Ben?” Kenji whispered from behind him. “I don’t feel so hot…”

“No.” Ben whispered as Kenji slumped against a wall. “No, no, no…”

Ben ran to Kenji and helped him sit, leaning him against the wall.

He heard chittering from down the tunnels.

‘Protect Mate…’

“Yeah. That’s something we can agree on.” Ben said softly, grabbing a familiar long taser and taking off his outer shirt to soak in some alcohol and keep in a plastic bag. He then took the first aid kit, using the wipes and bandages to try and clean Kenji’s wounds the best he could.

“I’m going to cut your pant leg off.” He said and Kenji nodded, Ben using small scissor to cut away the fabric and see the red, inflamed skin. He poured disinfected on it, gently padding at the bite with clean padding.

Kenji groaned and Ben wanted to nuzzle him…comfort his omega.

But for now, he wrapped him in bandages and helped him to his feet.

“We have to get two floors down.” Ben said softly. “Can you try to be strong for me, Kenji?”

“Yes…” He said. “I can…I can do this.”

“Good.” He said and gave him a flashlight and taking out a flare.

He lit it and held it out towards the unknown darkness.

“Let’s do this.”

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Wow! Sorry this took so long. So tomorrow, I was thinking of playing a few games for Cinco de Mayo. I've...missed writing.

So I will do some shorts and answer asks from one of those Get to Know Me lists.

Thanks guys, stay sweet!

#camp cretaceous fanfic #jw benji #kenben #wildcity #kenjamin #kenji x ben #ben pincus #kenji kon #yaz fadoula #darius bowman #sammy gutierrez #brooklynn jwcc #bumpy jwcc #jw bumpy #my ocs

[damianwaynerocks]

Zuko & the Waynes - Chapter 3

Batfam/ATLA au

Description:  Prince Zuko, pre-finding Aang, falls into Gotham City. After being adopted by Bruce Wayne, Zuko finds himself enjoying life in this strange world. Zuko Wayne has a family who loves him unconditionally. Zuko Wayne is a hero, saving the innocents of Gotham City every night. But Zuko soon finds himself at the center of a plot that threatens to destroy not only this new world he's come to love, but also the world he's trying to leave behind.

A/N: okay, so the members of the titans and young justice team are different in this au.

Young Justice: Tim Drake (Red Robin); Cassie Sandsmark (Wondergirl); Kon/Conner Kent (Superboy); Bart Allen (Impulse)

Titans: Dick Grayson (Nightwing); Koriand'r (Starfire); Garfield Logan (Beast Boy); Rachel Roth (Raven); Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle); M'Gann M'orris (Miss Martian)

Chapter 2 | Masterlist

Chapter 3:

"So, you remember the plan?"

"Yeah, we got it," said Cassie into her earpiece, having to raise her voice to be heard over the pouring rain outside. "Don't worry about us, we're fine."

"Good to know," Tim responded into the comlink.

It was the night of the auction. Zuko was wearing a black suit while Cassie was wearing a red dress. Both had their masks on. Kon, also known as Superboy, was sitting in the driver's seat. He was acting as their chauffeur, and was there as backup in case anything went wrong. Zuko rolled his eyes as he heard a slurping sound in his com link, presumably from Tim taking a sip of coffee.

 "That was gross," Kon sighed. "Don't do that." 

Tim ignored him. "Proud of you both. Remember, if the wrong person gets their hands on the magyntite, not even Superman will be able to stop them." He paused. "No pressure, though.”

"Wow, you're great at pep talks." Zuko adjusted the mask on his face, making sure it hid his scar. "You ready, Cassie?"

"I was born ready," Cassie responded with a grin. "Now, let's go, Henry."

"After you, Larissa." Zuko grabbed an umbrella and stepped out of the  self-driving black limousine they'd borrowed from Bruce. He went around to her side of the vehicle and opened her door for her. Cassie looped her arm through his, muttering a thank you as Zuko raised the umbrella above both of them. They walked into the casino.

 Just inside, a bouncer stepped in front of them. "How tall is the eagle's wingspan?"

"That means do magic," Tim said through the coms.

 "Uh," Zuko's mind raced as he tried to think of a spell on the spot. "Fire Dragon Iron Fist!" he finally said, and a ball of fire appeared over his closed fist. The bouncer nodded, and unhooked the red rope, allowing them to step inside.It was bright and loud and flashy, and Zuko had to stop for a moment to get his bearings.

 "You good?" Cassie whispered, placing a hand on his chest to steady him. "It's okay. Let's just go downstairs, follow me." She gently led him towards the back of this casino. Tim had told them that there was a staircase behind the bathrooms, and the basement was where the auction was taking place.They walked past the doors that said 'men' and 'woman' and opened the third door, revealing stairs going down to a concrete basement. "You okay now?" Cassie asked as they began to descend. 

 "Yeah," Zuko grunted. "I'm fine." They walked down a dark and damp hallway, a stark contrast to the bright lights and clean floors of the upper floor. The reached a huge room with a wrap around balcony overlooking the bottom floor. Many people, all wearing masks, were crowded together. 

"It's about to start, Mr. Henry," Cassie said. "Let's go sign in." The pair walked through the people until they reached the stairs leading to the bottom floor. Arms still linked, they walked down the stairs. 

"There's a ton of people here," Zuko mused. "I wonder what they all want to buy." 

Cassie shrugged. "Drugs. Artifacts. Who knows." 

They made their way to the middle of the throng of people and sat down in two of the chairs. The auction started soon after, and the words the auctioneer was saying sounded like white noise to Zuko. Finally, twenty minutes in, Tim's voice in his ear made Zuko flinch. "Magyntite is next," he said. "Be ready."

Sure enough, the man held up a silver briefcase. "Magyntite!" he yelled. "This drug is like Kobra Venom! Bulk up your muscles, lady and gentlemen. Do I hear... two million?" Zuko raised his hand and the same time another man did. The man glared at Zuko, who did the same.Back and forth this happened, Zuko and this man trying to get the magyntite. In the end, though, Zuko and Cassie got it for $45,000,000.

 "Holy crap," Cassie breathed as they walked back up the stairs. "That man wanted to kill you." 

Zuko hummed. "He isn't the only one." 

Cassie gave him an amused look."Is that so, Sir Henry?"

"Indeed it is, Lady Larissa."

Golden eyes gazed into blue for a second, both having small smiles on their faces.

  "Yo, you guys get it?"

"Uh, yeah," Cassie replied, breaking eye contact. "Yeah, we're heading back now." 

Zuko's face reddened. He hadn't felt any feeling similar to that since Mai, when he was thirteen. He shook his head to clear it. Don't be stupid, he told himself. Don't even go there. No chance of that happening.

"You good?" Cassie asked, raising an eyebrow under her mask. Zuko cleared his throat and nodded a little too quickly.

"Me? I'm great. Splendid. Never been better!" he babbled. "Oh Agni, I bet Kon is going crazy! Uh, let's go see him!" He linked his arm with Cassie's and half-led half-drug her through the club and out the door.

"And the lovely couple returns!" Kon cheered as Zuko opened the door for Cassie. "I missed you! Tim told me I couldn't listen to my podcast because I had to stay alert so I've been bored out of my mind."

"Oh, poor baby!" Cassie mocked. "Do you need a massage and a nice cup of tea?"

"I do, actually."

"Too bad, Superbrat."

 Zuko looked out the window. He missed his uncle's tea.

 Only 11 more months. 

___

The next morning, Zuko, Duke and Damian were at the table eating breakfast. Zuko was about to put a piece of bacon in his mouth when he felt eyes on him. Looking up, he frowned as he met Duke's eyes. "What?

Duke's eyebrows were furrowed in disbelief. "Dude, it's 7:00 in the morning. Why are you already dressed?" 

Zuko blinked. While the others were in their pajamas- Duke in an old t-shirt and shorts and Damian in his silk robe -Zuko was in jeans and a Ralph Lauren button-up, his hair in a topknot. He would've put shoes on, if it weren't for Alfred's no-shoes-in-the-house rule. "I'm used to getting up at dawn and getting ready. It's what I've done for three years."

Duke shook his head. "You're making me feel like a slob, Zu."

 "You will not feel that way for long," Damian spoke up. "For I hear Drake coming down the stairs." 

Sure enough, Tim walked around the corner, staggering to the table. He was in an over sized black Superman shirt and his boxers with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His long hair was a mess, and the circles under his eyes made it look as though he had been punched in the face.  Alfred pulled out a chair beside Zuko, a cup of coffee already in his hand. Tim stumbled towards the chair, looking as though he was about to pass out. He sat down in the chair slowly, and Alfred immediately put the cup of coffee in front of him. Tim blinked slowly, before picking up the coffee and bringing it to his lips. 

"Well," Duke chuckled. "I no longer feel like a slob." 

Damian wrinkled his nose, scoffing at Tim. "You are a disgrace, Drake. Have some self respect." Tim stared at him owl-eyed in response.

 "Just give him like ten minutes," Duke said. "Anyways! So I heard you went on a mission last ni-"

"Master Duke!" Alfred interrupted him sharply. "Might I remind you the rules of breakfast?" 

Duke seemed to shrink into himself as he answered in a small voice, "No vigilante talk at the breakfast table." Alfred nodded in approval before going back into the kitchen. Duke turned back to Zuko. "Later."

Zuko hummed in response. 

--

As soon as breakfast was over, Duke ran to Zuko excitedly. "So!? How'd it go?"

"It went fine," Zuko replied. "I mean, we went in, got the stuff and got back in the car."

"That's it? No fights?"

"No fights."

"What about Cassie? Any emotions?" 

Zuko coughed, his eyes widening. "What!? No! Don't be stupid!"

Duke laughed. "Dude, you're gonna have to get better at lying if you want to join the business."

"Which could start right now, if you want." Zuko and Duke whirled around to see Bruce holding a cup of coffee. "You've been here for a month. You can fight and you're smart. You're welcome to start training today, if you want."

Zuko's jaw dropped. "Uh, yeah! That'd be great!" 

Bruce smiled."Fantastic. Go get changed into something comfortable and we'll start."

Zuko practically sprinted to his room, but before he could change, his phone chimed.

Cassie Sandsmark: good morning doofus

.Zuko grinned in spite of himself.

Zuko Wayne: good morning!

Cassie Sandsmark: how'd you sleep?

Zuko Wayne: great but i don't know if tim slept at all he's barely alive right now

Cassie Sandsmark: sounds like tim

Cassie Sandsmark: so when u joining the hero business

Zuko Wayne: right now,, I'm about to start training

Cassie Sandsmark: YAY TELL ME HOW IT GOES

Zuko Wayne: of course

__

Training, Zuko decided, was difficult. It'd been a month since he'd started, and while he was improving, he was sore and sick of computers. 

"If I have to break another one of Tim's codes, I'll kill myself," he groaned, flopping on to the couch beside Damian, who nodded. 

"Every time Drake speaks, I want to kill myself." Zuko eyed him wearily.

"That's harsh."

"Such is reality." Damian flipped to the next page of the book he was reading. "So, your first patrol is tomorrow?" 

Zuko grinned."Yeah. I'm so excited." He sat up, cracking his knuckles. "Gonna be a blast."

"Are you finally adequate at lying?" 

Zuko winced. "It took me a while but yeah, I got it."

 "Good. We cannot have you exposing our secret." He looked up from his book. "Christmas is next month. Pennyworth instructed me to inform you that he needs a list of what you wish."

Zuko groaned. "I have no idea what I want."

"Well, figure it out," Damian replied. "Because if you do not, I'll have to listen to the complaining."

__

It was the night of his first patrol. Zuko turned to the mirror. His suit was a black kevlar lined jumpsuit with an obsidian utility belt and combat boots of the same color. There was a blue bat symbol across the chest, and a demon-type stage mask of the same color on his face. He looked at the blue gauntlet on his wrist and flexed his arm.

Dick whistled lowly. "Lookin' sharp, Zu."

Zuko grunted in response, but he couldn't stop the corners of his lips from twitching upwards.

"Good to see you suited up," Bruce said as he saw his son. He turned to the Bat Computer and typed something in. "Alright. Nightwing and Robin, you take the east side. Red Hood and Black Bat, you take the west. Red Robin, you take south. Blue Spirit and I will take north."

"You got it, boss man," said Jason with a mock salute. At that, the vigilantes headed out.

"Remember," Bruce began as he and Zuko got into the Batmobile. "Code names in the field." Zuko nodded.

"I won't forget, Batman."

"Good to hear, Blue Spirit." 

After a few minutes if driving, Oracle spoke. "Croc is robbing a store on the corner of North and Order," she said. "Blue Spirit and Batman are closest."

"We're on it," Bruce said, and sped up. 

They reached the corner in five minutes, and jumped out of the car. "Croc!" Bruce yelled.

A huge reptilian humanoid turned toward the voice, and smiled. "Batman!" he chirped. "And who's this?"

"Blue Spirit," Zuko said stiffly. 

Killer Croc chuckled."New kid to destroy? I love that." 

Croc rushed him, snapping his jaws viciously. Zuko jumped into the air, doing a flip over the creature. Fire blasted out of his elbow and he punched Croc in the snout as he turned. 

Croc stumbled back. "Igniting your elbow to increase the force of your punch? Smart. Not smart enough." He ran towards Zuko again, claws outstretched, moving at inhuman speeds. Zuko ducked under his claws and gave an uppercut with the same advantage into his stomach. Croc was thrown into the air by the force. Before he could land, Zuko sent a blast of fire at him, engulfing him in flames. Croc screamed and fell to the ground, charred and smoking.

 "He's still alive," Bruce said gruffly. "Not bad. I'll call Gordon." Zuko's chest swelled with pride, but he simply nodded. 

"There's a robbery at the R&D center of Enterprises," Oracle said suddenly.

"Blue Spirit and I are going to check it out," Bruce answered.

"10-4," Dick replied. "Call if you need backup." Bruce grunted in response and, gesturing for Zuko to follow, jumped back into the Batmobile before speeding off.

"R&D?" Zuko echoed what Oracle had said earlier. "What's that?"

"It's the Research and Development Center," Bruce replied. "It's where we store Batman Inc. tech that's still in production."

"Oh."

“That's right. If anyone succeeds in getting their hands on what's in there-"

"-They'll get their hands on everything." Zuko bit the inside of his cheek. "It's fine. We can do this."

A hint of a smile ghosted across Bruce's lips, so small that Zuko wasn't sure if it'd even been there in the first place.

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The Research and Development Center of Wayne Enterprises was primarily used to develop advancements in technology. These advancements ranged from more effective cancer treatments to new engines for vehicles.The blueprints listed the building as being eight stories. Unbeknownst to the majority of WE's employees, there was a basement. A basement hidden far below the actual building, so far below than an express elevator was needed. This basement was where the technology for Batman Inc. was developed.

Unlike the secret basement of Falcone's club, this basement was in pristine condition. It had a hospital feel to it, with white flooring, walls, and ceiling. 

Bruce and Zuko had just grappled down the elevator shaft was landed at the end of one of the basement's hallways."The only alarm that's been triggered was the entry alarm," said Bruce. "The rooms where the... merchandise are kept have separate alarm systems. Can you tell me what this means, Blue Spirit?"

"The intruder either doesn't know what exactly is down here, or they just haven't managed to get into the rooms yet." Zuko frowned. "Wait, if they figured out this place was here then that means they definitely know what's down here. So then they haven't found the location of the 'merchandise.'"

"And you believe that to be the most probable scenario?"

"Well... yeah. I mean, unless they managed to bypass the alarm system. But that's impossible, this place is un-hackable ever since that incident with Ra's al Ghul. The security system is invincible. Right?"

"Rule of thumb, Blue Spirit," Bruce grunted, raising his arm closer to his face to he could activate his gauntlet. "Nothing is invincible. Everything has a weakness. Some are harder to find than others, but the only thing that is truly invincible is God Himself. And I don't think He would have any reason to break into Wayne Enterprises."

"Okay, but they tripped the alarm when they came in," Zuko pointed out. "So they must not have been able to hack the system."

"Unless they want us here."

Zuko sucked in his teeth. "So that's what you think? This is a trap?"

"It isn't a trap if we know about it," Bruce countered. "Here, I'm pulling up the motion sensors." Sure enough, the holographic screen coming from the gauntlet showed motion in room 121.

"Is that one of the rooms?" Zuko asked. 

Bruce nodded."Yes." He and Zuko started to run in the direction of the before mentioned room. "There's very dangerous technology in there. We need to stop this intruder now." The two were sprinting, taking twists and turns through the winding hallways until Bruce stuck his arm out, signaling for Zuko to stop. In front of them was room 121, the door ajar.

"Holy crap," Zuko whispered. "They hacked us."

"They hacked us," Bruce echoed. "And now they're going to pay. Manuever 13. Be cautious." Bruce rolled a metal ball into the room, and it exploded into smoke Using the smoke as cover, Zuko and Bruce dashed into the room. 

Using the heat signatures to see through the smoke, Zuko jumped forward, swinging down his broadswords in arc. His eyes widened as they hit air; the person had disappeared."What-" he broke off as someone landed a hit to his spine. Zuko whirled around, kicking out at his attacker, yet his foot hit air as the assailant dodged again.

"A teleporter?" he muttered. A laugh hit his ears, and the assailant landed another hit to the back of his head. Zuko tried to return the hit with one of his own but, of course, he missed.So far, Zuko noticed, they were teleporting closely around him. They were staying in close proximity with him. It would be hard to deduce where exactly they would strike, unless he limited their options.

Zuko stomped on the ground, and a ring of fire flared up around him. The attacker led out a gut wrenching scream as they were caught in the flames.He caught a glimpse of a person in a black suit clutching their arm before they teleported above his head, aiming a dropkick above him.

 But Zuko had anticipated this. He grabbed their leg from above and slammed them on the ground. They landed with a crack and coughed.

"You just broke my spine, you asshole," the person wheezed. They were still now, and Zuko could see she was a girl with long brown hair in a wine-colored robe. 

Zuko gulped, forcing down the rising panic at the girl's words. "Maybe you shouldn't have tried to break my skull."

The girl shrugged. "Just following orders."

"Who are you!?" Zuko snarled. "Tell me! Who are you and what do you want with this technology!?"

"Well, if you must know," the girl said, pain evident in her voice despite her calm tone. "I am but a servant of The Lady of the Dual Skies."

"The Lady of the Dual Skies?" Zuko echoed. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing's taken," Bruce said as he crossed his arms from where he stood behind Zuko. "Nothing has even been tampered with. You clearly weren't looking for anything here. So what did you want?"

"The Lady does not permit me speaking with anybody but you." The girl was speaking directly to Zuko, not sparing Bruce a glance. "She has something she wishes you to know."

Zuko narrowed his eyes behind his mask. "And what would that be?"

The girl grinned wickedly. "She says she'll see you soon."

With that, a portal opened up under the girl and she disappeared in a flash of purple light.

#batfam #batfamily #zuko #prince zuko #atla #a:tla #avatar #aang #katara #sokka #suki #azula #toph #kataang #atla au #atla fanfic #mai #ty lee #uncle iroh #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #robin #red robin #jason todd #red hood #duke thomas #signal

[godlydolans]

when is the next part of something borrowed coming out? ur writing is amazing

I’ve written this little think about how Ethan feels right after he comes to know he has a son. I’ve decided I’ll write shorter chapters and try to update more frequently. Tell me what you guys wanna read from this story and I’ll write it 😊

Ethan was still shaken up from the unexpected revelation about him having a son, moments after being kicked out of Y/N’s home. After seeing his son and Y/N and having a full fledged spat with her outside her house, he had gotten into his car and driven out of her neighbourhood.

Ethan had too much on his mind, too much that he had discovered in a span of minutes. He had only gone to her house with the hopes of maybe catching up, seeing how she was doing and apologise for the horrible way he had ended their relationship. What he found out was so shocking, it pulled the rug from under his feet.

He had a freaking son he didn’t know anything about and he was only just coming to know of his existence. How fucked up was that? A vein throbbed in his jaw whenever he clenched it in anger.

Ethan was pissed off at Y/N for hiding something so big for, him. She had no right.

He didn’t want to go home yet. That much he knew for sure. There was a very prominent desire to just turn the car around, pound on her door until she opened and give her a piece of his mind, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew the threat she had made about calling the cops on him was not an empty one. Ethan cursed under his breath, his hand slamming against the steering wheel in anger as images of that little boy filled his mind.

Elijah, she had called him.

When Ethan had knocked on that door, his heart had been pounding with nerves in anticipation of seeing Y/N again after three long years. Catching a glimpse of her on the grocery store had definitely not been enough, in fact, it had started a burning desire in him to see her again, talk to her, see how she was doing.

But, Jesus Christ, nothing could have prepared him for the way his heart sped up when the door opened and the little boy in superman night suit stared up at him with a curious smile. It was impossible to overlook the uncanny resemblance between the boy standing in front of him and his own baby pictures that his mother had, stored away in photo albums.

If that kid wasn’t his, he wasn’t Ethan Dolan.

Ethan was still driving, when his phone went off in his pocket. It was Grayson. Ethan clenched his jaw, in no mood to speak to anyone because he was an inch away from blowing up. But Grayson had Irina and no matter how bent out of shape Ethan was over finding out he had a son, he hadn’t forgotten about the baby girl that had been his world ever since her birth.

“Gray.” Ethan spoke in a gruff voice after he pulled the car over on the side of the road. “Hey man.”

“Ethan, where are you? You said you’ll be back to get Irina in an hour and it’s 12am, E.” In no way did his brother’s tone imply that he wasn’t okay with Irina being with him a little longer than what was planned, but Ethan was in a deeply grave mood. He couldn’t stop the words that entered his hot head from escaping his mouth.

“What, you have a problem keeping her for an extra hour?”

Grayson was silent on the other line for a few seconds which gave Ethan time to realise how rude he had just been. But before he could apologise for snapping at him unnecessarily, Grayson was talking again.

“What the fuck, bro? Of course I don’t have a problem with her being here-you know that.” Ethan scrunched his eyes shut when he heard the evident hurt in his twin’s voice. Grayson was an incredible uncle to Irina, he loved her to death and him of all people, didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

“Fuck Gray, I know-“

“Ethan, is everything alright?” Ethan swallowed the bile rising in his throat caused by the sheer worry in Grayson’s voice. “I-don’t know-I just felt this weird unease, like something wasn’t right and you didn’t call once after leaving here,” Usually, Ethan always called and checked up on his daughter whenever he left her with anyone. “I got scared and-“

“Gray, I have a son.” Ethan pressed his lips together after uttering those words out in the open for the first time. His voice broke on the last word. The familiar burning began in his nose.

Grayson had gone completely silent on the other end, the silence stretching for so long that Ethan almost pulled the phone away to check if the call was still connected. Before he could do that though, Grayson spoke.

More like whispered in disbelief, “What?”

**

“I can’t fucking believe this.” Grayson was going to burn a hole in the carpet by his thunderous pacing. Ethan sat on the couch in front of his brother, his head resting on the headrest of the couch, his hands laying limply on his lap. After he told Grayson about Elijah, his brother had demanded he drive his ass over to his house immediately. Ethan had done exactly that because, even though he had felt like he didn’t want to talk to anyone, Grayson wasn’t just anyone.

His brother had listened to everything Ethan had to say without once interrupting him, which was an unheard of accomplishment for Grayson, and the gruffer Ethan’s voice bacame, the paler Grayson’s face got.

“You should have seen him, Gray.” Ethan had said this same sentence countless times since he got there, but Grayson wasn’t sure knew that. “Looks just like we used to. He has these really big bambi eyes that he gets from her, but the colour is ours. And-“ Ethan pushed himself up to sit straighter, his voice holding a hint of excitement as he pointed to his freckle by his eye, “And he has this too!”

Grayson watched as his brother chuckled before getting sad again.

“He’s so beautiful, Gray.”

Grayson clenched his jaw at the pain reflecting in his brother’s eyes. “This is unacceptable. Is it even legally allowed? She didn’t have any right to hide him from you! That baby is as much yours as he I hers, I-what the fuck?! I didn’t know anyone could be such a bitch-“

“Grayson.” Ethan lifted his head just enough to throw his brother a disapproving glare.

“What, you still can’t hear one word against her?” Grayson scoffed.

“I’ve heard plenty words against her, trust me. Iris never kept her hatered for Y/N to herself, but I want you to stop swearing for my daughter is sleeping in the other room.” Ethan knew very well his daughter wasn’t the only reason why he didn’t want Grayson to call Y/N a bitch. He wasn’t going to admit that to his seething brother though. “She said that she called to tell me but I never picked up.”

“Bullshit.” Grayson managed to keep his voice level for his sleeping niece but the harshness of his tone easily gave away how angry he was. “There were too many ways she could have contacted you-“

“How?” Ethan snapped, “I never introduced her to you or mom or Cam because you guys didn’t want to meet her, so she didn’t have any of your contact information. She sent mails which I didn’t read, she called and I didn’t pick up. That’s all she could have done and she did it. I can’t exactly put all the blame on her.”

Ethan never ever read any of the emails she sent, let alone answer her calls because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from running to her if she asked him to come back. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he would have been able to leave her that night if she would have asked him to stay. But she hadn’t. She’d just stood there and watched him leave. Now that he thinks about it, he should have read at least one of those mails. Had he done that, his son would have known him as his father and Ethan wouldn’t be meeting him tonight for the first time.

“So what now?” Grayson finally gave the poor carpet a rest and came to sit beside his brother.

“Now?” Ethan gave Grayson half a smile, “I don’t know. I can’t drag her to coart even though I threatened her with that. That won’t be fair to her. But I’m definitely not gonna sit back and let her keep my fucking son from me. That’s for fucking sure.”

#something borrowed #ethan dolan imagines

[adolanables]

Linked - Part 11 (E.D)

Masterlist

The border of Hailette was nearly two hours away from the town center; which was plenty of time for Anna to start panicking. All she could think of was all the ways they would kill her if they got caught. She was also thinking about how heartbroken her parents would be finding out she had left. A part of her hoped her mother would understand, knowing Anna’s life would be so much more fulfilling outside of Hailette. 

“We’re almost there.” Ethan broke the silence, eyes narrowing on the small patrol station up on the road. He felt her tense underneath him, his right hand rubbed circles on her thigh. “Breathe, okay?”

She nodded as they approached the border, her heart dropping to her stomach as she saw the station was manned. Before she could speak, Ethan was reaching back into the duffel bag, giving Anna a warning eye before he pulled a pistol up into his lap. “Not a peep.” He whispered, sliding the gun under his right thigh and rolling down the window. As they approached the station, he rolled the window down, his right hand gripping the pistol tightly. 

“Sir, may I ask what you think you’re doing?” The officer snarled, his hand gripping the gun on his waist. Ethan was grateful there was only one person manning the station right now - he had scoped out the parking lot. Before the officer could move, Ethan was pulling the trigger with the gun aimed at the poor man’s forehead. 

As the sound rang through Anna’s ears and blood splattered onto Ethan’s face, the pair saw the world shift before their eyes. Ethan was quiet, eyes welling up with tears as he turned the safety on and put the gun back in the bag. Truly, they thought they were home-free. As Ethan went to lean into the small room to open the gate, what felt like hundreds of trucks popped into the rearview with lights blazing. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Ethan muttered, wide eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror and back to his wife who looked like she’d just seen a ghost. He didn’t know what to do. Logically, he knew this was a possibility, but he had convinced himself it wasn’t going to happen. Every possible scenario ran through his head; he didn’t have a plan and that terrified him. 

“Ethan, what are we going to do?” With shaky hands, Anna reached over to him to grab his attention. The trucks were speeding down the road and would easily be there in seconds. 

In a split second decision, Ethan reached over his wife for the gun, popped the safety and pointed it at her feet. “Ethan - wait - what are you - ah!” Anna saw red as her entire left leg went numb, vision was black - she was unconscious. As he watched his wife contort in severe pain, knowing it was his own fault, Ethan burst into tears. Not long after, strapped military members were at their windows - eyes wide as they took in Ethan Dolan and a dead security guard.

-

“Mr. Dolan I am so incredibly sorry for the actions of our employee.” Sergeant Daniels sighed, softly sinking down into the seat across from Ethan’s desk at Dolan Industries. “You have to understand why he was concerned with the two of you wanting to leave.”

“I do, Sergeant.” Ethan nodded, letting out a sigh at the pure ignorance of the man in front of him. “I know sir - being drunk doesn’t excuse trying to go on a vacation to Florida.”

“That is one funny explanation.” Sergeant Daniels laughed awkwardly. “Doesn’t excuse him shooting your poor wife - thank God it was just her leg.”

“Thank god.” Ethan agreed, fumbling a pen between his fingers. “Really sorry for keeping you all here so late.”

It was nearing 5AM now - when the guards had approached the car the attitude had instantly changed. Ethan had convinced them that he was inebriated and really just wanted to take his hot wife to Florida. Did they actually believe him? Hard to know, but it seemed like he was getting away with it. Anna had been transferred to the hospital downtown for emergency care and Ethan felt like he was going to vomit as she was loaded into an ambulance. If cheating wasn’t already bad enough, he wasn’t sure she’d ever forgive him for this. 

“It’s not a problem at all sir.” Sergeant Daniels smiled. “Your brother is on his way to give you a ride home.”

-

“What the fuck, Ethan?” Grayson seethed as his twin climbed into his car, blood splattered on his shirt and sporting a new haircut. 

“Grayson, can you promise me you aren’t plotting my demise?” Ethan whispered, eyes darting around as Grayson started to drive.

“Uh… the fuck? Yes?” With furrowed brows and confusion on his face, Grayson looked at his brother like he had two heads. Ethan knew right away he was being honest.

“I’m trusting you to not open your mouth to Kennedy - but I cheated on Anna.” Ethan rolled his eyes as Grayson’s jaw dropped in disgust. “I know. Shitty. But the bitch filmed us and is threatening to release the footage.”

“And that made you want to go to Florida…?” 

“No - jesus - Grayson - we were trying to leave.” Running a hand over his shaved head, he watched Grayson process what he was saying. “If that video gets released Anna’s fucked.”

“Okay, but you might not be?�� Grayson argued, hands clenching the steering wheel tightly. “You risked both of your lives just now.” 

“I love her.” Ethan scoffed, folding his arms. “You’d do the same for Kennedy.”

“No I fucking wouldn’t.” Glancing over at his brother with wide eyes. “I love her, but not like that.” He gulped and let out a slow breath. “But if you love Anna that way, then I’m here for you - what do we need to do.”

“Call Craig - first thing in the morning.” Ethan muttered as Grayson dropped him at his front door, he leaned over and hugged his brother tightly. “Thank you, G.”

“I’ll be back here at 10AM.” Grayson nodded, revving the engine as he drove away.

As Ethan laid his head down on his guest room pillow - he couldn’t bear to sleep in their bed alone - he felt sick. He wished he could’ve gone with Anna to the hospital, but they took her away from him so quickly. Surely, she’d be questioned and he hoped she wouldn’t be in any danger. If he had been able to tell her the plan before he shot her, he would have, but he knew they didn’t have time. He had to get to the hospital in the morning before she woke up. 

-

“You owe me big time.” Grayson muttered as Ethan slid into the car the next morning; both had matching eyebags. “Dad is fucking furious - I calmed him down enough to stay home, but Craig is on it.”

“You called dad?” Ethan groaned, tossing his head back as the pair took off to the hospital. 

“No - but Craig did.” Rolling his eyes at his brother, Grayson sped up. “He’s pissed at the entire situation, but whoever’s threatening you is gonna regret it.”

Ethan let the car fall silent as he mulled over his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was get his dad involved in the situation, but he knew if anyone was going to protect him, it was his father. The Dolans were nearly untouchable in Hailette; he only hoped Anna would be included. 

-

“Hi, Mr. Dolan.” The polite nurse smiled at the handsome man before her as she guided him down the hallway. “Your wife is in recovery, still a bit groggy. She had some severe hemorrhaging, but aside from scars - her leg is fine.” As they approached the door of her room, the nurse’s face fell slightly. “I’m very sorry sir, but the baby did not make it.”

“What?” Ethan stuttered, brows furrowing as he tried to comprehend what she was saying.

“Yes sir, I am very sorry. We believe she miscarried due to the trauma.” The small lady smiled sympathetically and pushed the door open, smiling softly. 

“Ethan.” Anna croaked as her husband came into view, he looked nearly as awful as she assumed she looked. She knew he shot her, but she was still pretty confused and unable to piece anything together. 

“Anna,” He sighed, bounding towards her and pulling her upper body into his arms. “I’m so sorry.” A wince left her mouth as he gently let her go. Before she could ask him to explain himself, Ethan was sputtering. “I panicked - okay - I’m so sorry, I made up a story. We got drunk and wanted to go to Florida and I said the guard shot you so I shot back.”

“O-Okay.” She nodded, trying to understand, but her mind was clouded with other things. “Ethan, they told me I lost a baby.” Her voice was quiet and soft, barely above a whisper as she looked to her husband to explain. 

“They just told me that as well.” Crouching down on the edge of her bed so he was eye level with her, “I’m so sorry, Anna - this is all my fault.”

“Are we in trouble?” She squeaked, tugging on her fingers nervously. So much had just happened in the last twenty-four hours, she wasn’t sure what to think. The anesthesia still wearing off was not helping her either. 

Shaking his now bald head, Ethan rubbed a soft circle on her wrist. “I don’t think so; we are working to find whoever is threatening us to stop that.” His voice was secure and calming; Anna was grateful he was here, even if she was furious with him. “I think they planned to question you, but I’m going to let them know we lost a child.” 

Anna watched as Ethan’s eyes welled up and he pressed a soft kiss to her hand, sniffling a bit before standing up. “I’m going to let Grayson know the situation and I’ll be back.” He kissed her forehead before walking out of the room briskly.

The only feeling Anna had at the moment was confusion. She had found out Ethan cheated on her, was being blackmailed, tried to escape Hailette, witnessed a murder, got shot by her husband, found out she was pregnant, and lost a baby all in one day. All she wanted to do was go home to sleep in her own bed for hours - maybe even days. 

When Ethan came back into the room, she was asleep again. The nurse helped Ethan with the discharge paper - knowing she should probably keep Mrs. Dolan another night, but Ethan was adamant that they were going home. Grayson helped get Anna into the backseat of his car as Ethan held her tightly into his side. She was awake - just barely - but the combination of exhaustion and pain meds was all too much. 

-

“Ethan Grant - what the fuck were you thinking?” Mr. Dolan’s voice bellowed through the large foyer of Ethan’s grand home. Anna was deeply asleep on pain medicine, so there was no chance of waking her. 

“I wasn’t, father.” Ethan sighed, shutting the door behind his dad and their detective Craig. “I don’t need to be told what I did was stupid.”

“Stupid?” Mr. Dolan chuckled sarcastically as Craig walked into the dining room to speak with Grayson. “What you did was damn near suicidal - and murderous to your poor wife.”

Ethan didn’t respond to his father’s slander knowing everything he said was completely true. Ethan was not acting like a grown man - he needed to grow up. “Yes sir.”

“Craig has a lead.” Grayson spoke from the other room, drawing the argument to a close.

Craig was an older man with gray hair, but he was not to be underestimated. There have been many cases he has worked on for the Dolans over the years and he had never let them down. “How much do you know about your assistant, Jonathan?”

“Uh - not much - he has worked for me for a while?” Lifting an eyebrow at the comment, Ethan folded his arms over his chest. 

“Well - we found the skanky redhead you fucked, offered her some money to snitch. Which she did.” Mr. Dolan snapped. “She’s dead.”

Ethan rubbed a hand over his face in distress and nodded, knowing that was inevitable. The Dolans weren’t going to let some lowless bartender threaten their family. 

“She gave us Jonathan by name - not sure how she’d have that information unless she’s being honest.” Craig shrugged, thumbing through a stack of papers in his lap. “Of course, we are running through every lead; but he’s up there.” Craig cleared his throat again. “Now - we need to discuss your wife.”

“What about her?” Ethan bristled at the mention of Anna. 

“I don’t think we have to worry because of the miscarraige.” Craig emphasized, but held his hands up in caution. “But we need to be sure - if anyone finds out why we are investigating right now she could be in danger.”

“No one lays a hand on her.” Ethan seethed, pointing his finger around the room. “I want her treated like a Dolan.”

“Son - you know that’s not -” Mr. Dolan started.

“I don’t CARE!” Ethan bellowed, jumping out of the chair with his fists clenched by his sides and his face red. “If a SINGLE thing happens to her, it will be as though someone castrated ME. TREAT IT LIKE THAT!” His chest was rising and falling quickly. “I will BURN this country to the ground if a single hair on her head is harmed.”

“Understood.” Craig nodded, shutting the folder in his lap and shooting Mr. Dolan a look that said - let’s get the hell out of here.

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