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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years

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Dating Damian Wayne HC:

(imma do one for all of the guys I just had the writing idea for Dames first)

How You Met: Artist credit @axeeeee

. You went to Gotham Academy before him

. You were also making sure that you were top of the class and also maintaining class president

. Anyways, it was just something that you pushed yourself for

. Arts was another strength for you but that was something that you weren’t as inclined to maintain on an extreme level like everything else

. So it was your job to show the new people around the school before their first day which meant that you were showing Damian around

. Your parents already knew Bruce so you weren’t really freaked out at all

. It was just another day tbh

. That was until you met him

. It was weird since you were more of the person to not talk much about yourself

. No one really knew who you were and you were content to keep it that way

. Everyone’s friend but no one knew who you were really

. Damian was kind of the same way but not as friendly or open to people

. He was like the younger you

. Still, for some reason you were interested in him just as a person

. He was as well

. You didn’t immediately hit it off seeing as you are both reserved and closed off when it comes to personal things, but you hit it off faster than any one else

. A miracle in all honesty

. So you started hanging out and eating together in the lunchroom instead of either with a group or alone

. It was nice and then evolved over time

Friendship:

. So after a few months, you guys were getting closer and closer

. It was something that you just expected to happen and when it did you were ready

. You were starting to hang out outside of school whether that was at your place, the park, his house, maybe a café on a weekend

. Just anywhere

. If there were any galas, Damian would invite you and you him since you didn’t really feel great inviting anyone else

. Sometimes galas had this secret mandatory code to bring someone so it was nice to finally have someone to bring

. The media was all over it

. It was honestly really weird for a second and then you just accepted it

. Damian and yourself slowly started opening up to each other about everything

. Depending on how fast you pick up on things and possibly if you’re also a vigilante, this is where you figure out that he’s Robin

. He doesn’t call you by your last name anymore and instead by your first name which is fun

. It’s an honor lol

. If Damian is having an issue at the manor, you just have extra stuff for him to come over anytime

. It’s always there and you make sure to get more when you see something’s running low

. By the end of the friendship stage, you’re probably wearing each other’s clothes by now

. He gets flustered sometimes though

. That’s the first few signs

. Also very protective but we’ll get into that

Signs:

. So Damian now gets flustered?

. Not something that you ever thought you’d see

. Complimenting you too

. It was a mutual thing that you both started doing more and more

. Hanging around each other even more than before if that’s possible

. He introduces you to his pets

. All of them

. Even Goliath

. That was after watching random animal videos one night in the movie room of your house and seeing your reaction to them all

. You bout died meeting Goliath

. It was pretty awesome

. Damian was so proud

. Anyways, so you start getting more and more protective of each other

. Any stupid girls from the Academy were getting immediately shut down

. Same goes with the boys

. For Damian he was always making sure that no one was messing with you or making you feel uncomfy

. Death glares to all and smiles to none that tried it

. That was both ways

. Omg you guys have the death glare mastered

Confession/ Relationship:

. So now that his brothers have caught on, they’re hell bent on getting you two together

. So is Alfred and Bruce and that’s not typical at all

. Everyone ships you and you both know it just won’t accept it

. After some time though, you’re at this string of events and the press was just bombarding you for info on the relationship and whether or not you were dating

. You said no every time and then just moved on

. Damian noticed how much he missed you and loved seeing you thrive even from afar

. It was kind of like oh shit I’d better say something now cause they’ve got everyone wrapped around their finger

. So when you got back, he told you

. It was kind of informal and unexpected

. I mean finally but, out of the blue

. You were thrilled

. So basically from then on, it was wonderful

. Sometimes his brothers might tease you two and post really just dorky things about you guys

. Maybe one day it’s freaking out cause they found you in the movie room passed out on each other asleep with an older movie playing

. Picture of you not being apart at all

. The press loved it all

. You guys loved it all

. Now he’d spend the night all of the time but this time in your room, asleep, with you

. Not just in some guest bedroom or in the same room but apart

. Sleeping is actually a big thing since you both greatly lack it

. You’ll sleep everywhere

. The couch, a chair, the bed, in a car, on the floor sometimes, at a table just next to each other, anywhere

. It was something that like your friendship just evolved over time

. Eventually, you were taking vacations together during the holiday breaks and training together

. Your families loved the other

. Friend groups too

. Sometimes you’d fight but typically it got resolved quickly

. There was always this challenge of apologizing on Damian’s end even if it was really his fault since he just doesn’t know how to

. He got better with that real quick

. Basically, you just appreciate each other and see the other as your other half

. Nothing gets in the way of that

. Not even some stupid boy or girl hitting on the other or the media’s twisted perception of something taken out of proper context

. Those are typically what more serious talks are about but they’re solved quickly

Dates:

. You’re either going to a nice place or not staying in

. There’s no in between

. Either 5 star or the home theater at probably your place

. He loves taking you nice places even if you’ve already been

. Watching new movies

. Or really bad ones just to judge them

. Those are always really fun

. Sometimes you might go for a coffee date and those are typically just spur of the moment type things

. You might go to a gala and then go home and kick back

. Either way it’s the best

. Homemade treats and movies with a possible blanket fort and pillows everywhere over the couches in the movie room

. There’s always a chance that they might get cut short for heroics but that doesn’t typically happen since someone covers Damian’s or your shift

Hero:

. So if you’re a hero, it’s kind of an exhausting thing especially considering schooling and everything else

. Sometimes you find yourself not getting sleep for days

. There are times that you regret everything and Damian understands it all

. He’s just terribly impressed that you can do all of this like he does

. It’s great having someone like that

. Both of you are extremely well trained which sometimes Damian questions where you got your training since it’s so similar to his and his father’s

. Very calculated and precise every single time but also unpredictable which makes you dangerous

. It’s something that you always use to your advantage

. On nights that you patrol, you do it together and always tag team

. Damian knows that you put up one hell of a fight, but he’d rather be there incase something happens then not at all and have something bad happen

. Both of you are always stitching each other up and helping the other with nightmares

. It’s just inevitable at this point

. Staying over at each other’s places depending on how close you are or how badly injured

. You always go to the manor if there’s something really bad that happened

. That’s cause they have better medical equipment and Alfred who is a legend

. Alfred can fix anything and if he can’t it’s to the hospital but that pretty much never happens

Routine?:

. With everything, you have to have a routine

. It’s very exact and important

. In the morning, you both wake up together but not before hitting the snooze button three times

. You have the alarm set early enough to be able to do this

. Plus some time just to lay there for a second

. Damian is typically the cutest and most tired in the morning

. He hates them

. If you’re washing your face or doing whatever, he’ll just hug you from behind and lean against your shoulder

. Has fallen asleep before

. Then you both eat and head off to school

. After school, you go back to someone’s place to change into comfy clothes and complete homework which most is done at school since you wouldn’t have time otherwise

. If you have a meeting to go to, you’ll go to that and then head back

. After supper, it’s to patrol and then after two to three hours of that on average, you go back to one of your homes and shower typically together since you don’t have time to not

. It’s easier and more time efficient so you’ve said

. Also uses less hot water

. Then, you check your phones for any other emergencies and head to bed

. If you’re not a hero it’s basically the same thing but he comes into your room, locks the window again after he’s made sure everything is safe inside, creeps in your closet to get his nightclothes, looks at his phone for anything that might have happened since, goes to shower, and then gets into bed with you after making sure you’re okay without waking you up

. When sleeping, you’re either touching slightly or just on top of each other in some way

. Either way, you’re touching

. He can’t have you far from him incase something happens

. Never really sure what might happen, just that it could happen

. Since he’s a light sleeper, if you shift or move around, he opens his eyes for a second to make sure you’re okay

. That goes for hero or not

. It’s really nice and sometimes he’ll come in and you’ll still be awake

. Always asks why

. “Dami, I’m always awake at this hour.”

. “I know beloved, but you should sleep.”

. “Well then let’s go.”

. He’ll swing by for just a second during patrol to check in if you’re either grounded from patrol due to injury, sickness, just need a night off, or if you don’t do it

. Texts you updates every now and then since he knows you worry and it helps him when he’s home and you’re patrolling

. Basically keeps him from going insane so he does the same for you just incase

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batfoonery · 3 years

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BatPets Headcanons

In honor of the Most Glorious and Beloved Bitewing (and Ace and Titus and Alfred the Cat and Goliath and Batcow.....) I wanted to share my thoughts on what pets the batfam has and should have.

Dick

Ahhhhhhh Bitewing! Our new beloved! We've only just gotten you but if you get whooshed away by bad writers I already know I will RIOT.

It actually makes perfect sense for Dick to take in a stray pup. His bro-son has the attitude and personality of a cat, so he already had that covered. And I can't see him paying high prices for a designer breed (bless him) so it's stray/shelter or nothing.

That being said, he also needs a young dog. Some people are made with the disposition to take in the older dogs with older dog needs, but Dick loves deeply and I can't see that he'd deal well with the shorter timeframe of taking in older dogs. So. Younger dogs, that he can go running with in the morning and play with in the park and nap with on the couch.

Jason

My man has taste, and also had a doggo as a kid. He's got a soft spot for all of Gotham's forgotten strays. I see him as being a pitbull kind of guy, but like. Also mastiffs. Anything big and menacing looking, but they always turn out to be utter marshmallows.

Totally the type to name his big scary dog Tinkerbell or Baby or something mushy like that. Likewise, Kori and Artemis (and probably Roy) all collect cutesy costumes and collars and leashes. Has the most cutsey giant dog.

The kind of dog that he can trust to take care of kids. If he's particularly concerned about a kid out on the street he can drop the dog off to stand guard until the kid's parent shows up. The dog is real gentle with the lil human, but scares off potential kidnappers.

Cass

The first of our exotics keepers! I feel like Cass would really appreciate betta fish. The way the swim and flit through the water, fins seeming to dance as they moved.... like tulle, like dancing.

She probably has several tanks. The first one she got was from Petsmart or PetCo or whatever. It irked her because she knows they don't tend to treat the fish well, but the local petshop's fish were all extremely sickly looking. After that she's hooked, for lack of a better word, and Bruce ends up learning way more than he ever needed to learn about importing fish (and paying for imported fish).

She's meticulous about their care. They've all got nice big clean tanks, and a companion to help keep them clean (different ones according to temperaments, snails for the easier going ones and shrimp for the more aggressive boys). They've got live plants and decorations to hide under, each tank a different theme to show off the fish. Has lowkey been considering getting a female for one of her favorite easy going boys (the first one, who has become a very soothing companion) because he's getting older and she'd like to be able to carry a part of him on.

Tim

His companion is an emotional support animal, with papers from his doctor and everything. Seems like he should be a dog person, but instead has a very big Turkish Angora. Her name is Mrs. Tuffles and he got her from a breed-specific rescue.

She's good for him because she disrupts his work and also helps provide a soothing presence when he has a panic attack. At night if he isn't in bed at a certain time she lays on top of whatever he's working on. If he's panicking she lays on his lap or chest and purrs (the added weight, the feeling and sounds of the purrs, held disrupt tension). She's a cuddly cat, and it tricks him into sleeping in in the mornings.

When he finds out that cats purr on a wavelength that encourages healing, and that there's evidence that they sit on humans and purr in attempts to heal/help them, he bursts into tears and startles the cat, who had been draped over his shoulders.

Steph

Got a bunny because she thought it would be an easy pet. She was very very wrong. It was from one of the neighbors in her building, because the mom of the kid who brought it home didn't want it anymore. It's a cute little lop, grey and brown.

She quickly discovers that bunnies are super dirty, and they absolutely stink. It bites her for the first week (and Tim and Jason and everyone else that isn't Damian, who somehow tricks it into loving him) and she seriously considers taking it to the shelter. But she doesn't. By week three, he's snuggling up on her feet and in her lap, and she decides that maybe he isn't so bad after all.

He didn't have a name when she got him, so she call him Mi-Mi. She doesn't tell Damian, but it's totally named after him because he reminds her of the way Damian had been when she'd first met him and the progression of their friendship over time.

Duke

Seems like a bird type of dude. Probably has a Cockatiel or two. They're very sassy birbs, and there's no way he doesn't enjoy that. One of them repeats words, and has picked up swears from Jason. It swears at Bruce every time he comes in Duke's room. Everyone except Bruce finds it funny.

The other one "dances" whenever it hears music coming from Cass's room. They're both very active and curious, he's contantly having to buy toys for them to rip apart. One of them nipped Damian's ear once, and Duke has never seen Damian look more offended in his life. It was probably the first pet that Damian hadn't been able to Disney-Princess.

They've probably got a dumb name pair. Tom and Jerry, Chip and Dale, etc. Personally I think he'd get a kick out of naming them Batman and Robin, just to fuck with Bruce. He probably then teaches the one who talks (Batman) to say dumb things like "I am the night! I work alone!" etc etc.

Damian

Has all the animal companions. Not pets. That makes them beneath him, which probably opposes his fundamental beliefs. This is my reminder to yall that Ra's started out as an eco-terrorist. Putting aside what he is or is not now, I like to believe that Damian was raised with a deep respect for nature and animals, he probably sees humans as just one particularly terrible animal species.

He has a wide array of companions as is. I'm good with them all, although I wish they'd bring back his dragon friend. :( I love the dragon friend.

I think he'd be the type to have axolotls too. They've got an interesting mythological basis and fit into the dragon theme. Plus the short story "The Axolotl" by Cortazar is a fascinating piece of mystical realism and I could see that he'd be intrigued by the species. They're endangered in the wild because of habitat destruction and invasion of foreign species that prey on them, but are easily bred in captivity. So I could see he'd keep at least one breeding pair, with the intent to someday bully Bruce into funding a project to save their natural habitat.

Barbara

Doesn't have her own pets, because she doesn't want the responsibility on top of everything else she does.

But her apartment always has furry/feathered friends in it because she's constantly petsitting for the others when they have to go do hero stuff. She's basically like a step-mom for everyone else's pets. She's learned how to take care of tanks and whatnot as well, mostly for Cass. The axolotls are gross and she refuses to touch those tanks, but the bettas are kinda like cute grumpy old men. She likes to tease Bruce by telling him his grand-fish take after him.

Always has a variety of pet snacks with her. She is determined to be the overall favorite human to all the bat-pets. Competition is fierce between her and Dami, but she has an edge because Robin the Cockatiel seems to prefer her.

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choco-glow · 3 years

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Fall Like Rain On Sunday, Pt. 12

The next waffle was perfect, crispy golden and almost a perfect circle, with beautiful melted pools of chocolate dotting the surface, with two almost perfectly in the Eevee pattern’s eyes, and Jason passed it over to Steph’s plate as he chanted a few Latin prayers, grinning as she burst into cackles at his terrible imitation of a priest. He’d utterly butchered the old prayers, but eh, it wasn’t like he was practicing anymore, and it made Steph laugh, so he still felt it was doing right by a God he’d long since stopped believing in.

“Oh god, you’re Catholic, aren’t you?”

“Eh, technically I’m a Resurrectionist—” She snorted at that, loud and adorable and perfect (everyone always looked weirded out, and Jason had, early on, always done his best to snort the same way. Weird dead Robins had to look out for one another.) He snickered in response. “But yes, I’m a former Catholic. Used to go to St. Maria’s as a kid, before Father John cleaned the place up.”

“…And the chanting?”

“Look, we only fucked up one waffle! Gotta bless it before shit goes south again.” She laughed at that, bold and happy and loud, and he planted kisses all over her face before turning back to the waffle maker and getting it going again. Glancing back over his shoulder, Jason grinned to see Steph holding up a fork with a triangle of waffle, topped with whipped cream and one of the raspberries she’d washed up, and he took the offering with a nom, groaning as the concoction melted in his mouth. Chewing, he gave her a thumbs up, already planning on making one for himself, and she chuckled, spraying on whipped cream and tossing on raspberries with abandon, then diving right in.

“Ooohhhhh this is soooooo good.”

“And somewhat healthy, that’s the lowfat whipped cream and everything’s organic.” He grinned after swallowing his mouthful of heaven, mouth watering already as he watched the waffle maker count down with hungry eyes; together, they switched off and a half-dozen waffles for each later, plus bacon and eggs, they were settled on Steph’s tiny couch and snuggled up close, groaning over their shared food babies. Jason had tucked a warm blanket over them both, because the rain coming down outside was just a little chilly for his tastes, and her apartment was…definitely on the list to be reno’d.

“…mmm…”

“Hmm?”

“This is really nice, Jay…”

“Yeah it is…” He murmured, tucking her head into his shoulder and pressing a kiss to her forehead, scarred fingers gently playing with a long curl of her hair before shifting to comb through the rest of her curls, making her purr against his neck.

“Ohhhh yes…please don’t stop…” He chuckled and shifted just a little so that he could bring his other hand up; with both hands, he started working on the knots in her neck and shoulders, on up into her scalp and back down, careful to comb away her soft curls so that they didn’t tangle. Steph melted into his chest, all the tension from the week just falling away as they snuggled to the song of rain and thunder outside, and Jason hummed softly as she whimpered at the release of one particularly bad knot in her right shoulder.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah…fuck…been hurting there for a while now…”

“Why didn’t you say something?” She snorted softly, then sighed.

“You know how everyone is…”Do yoga, work it out, or just deal with it.” Jason heaved a heavy sigh himself at that, wincing.

“Touché, not being a part of the daily Batdrama made me forget about Bruce’s general masochism about pain and aches. Well, tell ya what; whenever either of us is hurting, how about we either work on each other, or go see an expert? I’ll foot the bill.”

“Yes, please. I’m…well, I don’t know how to massage someone properly? I’m guessing you learned from Alfred…”

“Talia, actually, and Nyssa while she was part of the League. Ra’s thinks it’s stupid, because it’s a ‘women’s weakness’ or some bullshit, but Talia and Nyssa both used massage as a tool, among their subordinates and with one another. And me, I guess, I was the odd duck out; most of the men were under Ra’s, while Talia’s personal guard was exclusively female.”

“She knew you, though.” Jason smiled at that, sad at the memories, and nodded, kissing her cheek now as Steph shifted up to meet his eyes. He normally didn’t like making a lot of eye contact with people, hence the hood, but Steph…it was different. Like Nyssa, in a way…Talia I never did, because she would take that as a challenge, but Nyssa and I grew to be good friends, and it was…easy with her. B always thought I was interested in her, but no; she’s just a familiar soul, I suppose. Steph, however, was even easier; there was always something in her gaze that reminded him of his own reflection, and he was sure that could be psychoanalyzed into oblivion, but he wasn’t gonna go that deep.

“She did. Damian…probably doesn’t remember all that well, but I was basically his babysitter for Talia for the short time I was there; she trusted a Robin, even one as much a zombie as I was at first, because even with the Pit madness, I was…well. Protective.” She smiled a little, and he smiled back, stroking her cheek now. “I never shoulda left him there, but…well…”

“You did what you could.”

“Yeah…and Talia was fine with me kiting off; taking Damian would have gotten me killed again. I’m just so glad she turned him over to Bruce…”

“Me too. It’s…B’s not the greatest parent, but he’s really working with Damian, which is huge given the crap he’s pulled with all of us.” Jason chuckled at that, nuzzling her cheek, and she kissed him softly, settling against his side. He tucked her close, pulling the blanket up over her shoulders, and rubbed her lower back now, grinning as she melted back into his shoulder.

“I think Damian reminds him of Dick, in a lot of ways, just more aggression, like me. So, instead of Tim, who’s learned, like Bruce, to control all his emotions in one clean, collected package, he has a Robin with attitude and a whole lotta baggage again, and he’s having to jump through hoops that he could largely train out of both Dick and I. Fortunately, Damian’s just as stubborn as B, and it’s kinda great that he’s been able to force some changes of his own.” Steph chuckled at that.

“Like Batcow, Alfred the Cat, Titus…”

“Fuckin’ Goliath, and lemme tell you, Demon Kitty was not on the list of potential pets B was willing to consider.”

“Which was why Damian just brought him home and didn’t care.” Jason snickered, laughter rumbling through his chest, which made Steph snuggle in more, much to his delight.

“Yup, and the look on B’s face is one I’ll treasure forever.” She giggled, and kissed him again, and Jason melted into the kiss, groaning when her hand started rubbing up and down his neck. He rolled a little more onto his side so that her arm didn’t cramp, and let out a full body sigh, snuggling around her. “Ohhhh baby you don’t have to…”

“I want to, Jay…tell me if I do something wrong?”

“I doubt you will, but yes, if it comes up…fuuuuuuuuuuuck oh hell yeah, right there.” He almost whimpered when she started scritching his scalp, nuzzling her hair with a moan of relief. It was better than sex, in a way; this was…grounding, and comforting, and more intimate. “Ffffucksofuckinggood.”

“This is for making me waffles, you amazing, wonderful, glorious man. I’m not sure I’m ready for sex yet, so hairscritches are at least a decent substitute?”

“Sosogoodbetterthansex.” He mumbled out, and she giggled again, shifting him so that he was facedown in the pillows and Steph was straddling his hips, working her hands up and down his back over his teeshirt, and Jason just went limp, eyes rolling with relief as his scarred muscles were carefully worked free of kinks and knots. Steph had said she hadn’t a clue, but she was gentle on his back, not pressing too hard, nor was she too light on the scars; her hands were softer than his, less callused, and so the gnarled skin over each old wound didn’t tense or ache from too much sensation. She mapped out his back with care, and with a sigh, he reached a hand back and patted her thigh.

“Babe, don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re not a genius, because that is amazing.” He could almost feel the brightness of her smile, and he chuckled as she leaned down to kiss his shoulder, purring at the warmth of her body on top of his. “Seriously.”

“I’m so glad…I hope your scars aren’t hurting?”

“Definitely not, not even twinging like usual from the rain…How about you?” She sighed a little, snuggling in closer, and he craned his neck around, worried. “Babe?”

“I’m…a little achy, but it’s in weird spots…I don’t wanna be gross…” She murmured, nuzzling his shoulder, and he gently rubbed his hand up and down her thigh, ignoring the awkward position.

“…It’s not gross if it’s things that hurt.” He murmured, and she shifted back, letting him turn and face her, green eyes earnest. “Cramps? Period? I can run out and get you whatever you need?” She blushed, shaking her head, then nodded, then sighed, and he gently drew her back into his arms, tucking her between his legs and wrapping the blanket around her, snuggling her close. “The scars Sionis gave you too?”

“…Yeah. I…Look, this is gonna be…really fuckin’ gross, but when he tortured me…he…he didn’t just limit himself to my stomach and breasts…” She murmured, gulping a little, and he closed his eyes, swallowing back the sudden rage. “He didn’t put the drill in me, thank fuck for that, but things are…kinda fucked up down there. And yeah, it’s my period going, so it’s just…extra gross…” Steph blushed bright red, and he gently stroked back her curls, eyes soft, patient. “…I have to wear the disposable underwear that old people use…”

“…Oh sweetheart, that’s okay. Does it work?” She glanced up, eyes brimming with tears, and he gently kissed her brow, her cheek, her nose, her lips, brushing soft kisses all over her face, but she nodded, one lone tear overflowing. He gently brushed it away, cupping her cheek. “Then that’s all that matters to me. I won’t be grossed out, I won’t be upset. Hell…when you do see me naked, you might run away. I’m…not exactly in great shape down there, either. Missing one of my balls and my dick ain’t the straightest.” He followed that with a fake grin, still embarrassed, deep down, but she saw right through him; Steph shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“If Roy and the others didn’t care…I won’t. Besides…” She huffed out a laugh, and he felt a real smile touch his lips again. “It just means we can be fucked up together. But…thank you for not being grossed out anyway. It’s…you’re the first person to know besides B and Leslie…and B only knows because he hacked the hospital records. And you’re the only person who’s…probably ever gonna see them, which…I’m fine with.” He smiled at that, and she smiled back, kissing him softly. “So long as you intend to keep that proposal available.”

“Baby, it’s all yours; hell, we could go out one of these days and get a set of rings.”

“…You really want a set?”

“Fuck yeah I do, I wanna be a kept man.” The snort she gave was absolutely adorable, and Jason grinned wide at that, feeling their previous good mood return finally, and Steph kissed him, full and happy and perfect, before snuggling back into his chest.

“…So, kept man…could you rub my lower back again? Cramps are hitting me hard…” He placed his hands over her hips, gently rubbing and warming the area, and Steph sighed, dropping her head onto his shoulder, the tension bleeding out of her limbs. “Fuck…thank you…”

“So welcome, sugar…Wanna watch something mindless?” She smiled, and as Jason grabbed the remote, she let out a soft sigh, snuggling in closer, and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead once more, running his hand over her lower back and keeping her safe and warm.

Yeah.

He really loved Sundays.

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usagi-zakura · 5 years

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Today on Adventurer’s League

We almost TPK again during a fight that probably didn’t need to happen.

My party’s not exactly murder hobos... we’re more like highway thieves.

We were following a friendly giant who recognized us as “the chosen ones”, considering us the greatest of heroes... he clearly did not know us very well.

Dott the kobold ranger/rogue (who is quickly becoming my favorite DnD character) and her pet wolf Todd returns with new and old friends: A female tabaxi cleric (returning from the last session) TC A female thiefling bard (returning from the last session) TB and her horse. A male human bard (returning from the last session) HB A male goliath barbarian (not the same one who killed half the party with a fireball... He’s new to the table) GB And a female tabaxi rogue (new to the table.) TR

So following along the path we found an orc-camp... in the camp were 3 starving halflings in a cage. The giant decided to offer us a “trial” to see how good heroes we were, freeing the haflings!

Seeing as he already caught the orc’s attention we kinda had no other choice but to fight... TB decided to turn invisible and just head straight for the prisoners (scaring the living daylight out of them in the process) and GB charged in to attack the orcs... only to be immediately surrounded by 9 of them... Somehow he did not die, despite the fact that none of the healers were in range to help. (Or they were and just chose not to...) But we managed to kill the orcs and free the haflings.

While escorting the haflings home TC thought they were walking to slow so decided to toss a small child... he was caught by GB, who scolded her for huting the child, the kid however thought it was a lot of fun.

In the next town we decided to go look for diamonds, because the cleric needed it in case one of us died. No one were selling it in town however but we got word that a group of merchants were heading out of town and THEY might have some...

So we followed the merchants without resting, resulting in one level of exhaustion for a few of us (I belive Ttod and TR) but we were able to catch up to the merchants who turned out to be three elves... apparently.

During the journey TB continued to take things out of the pockets of her robe of useful things and got another window, an iron door...and a ton of diamonds...

While Dott bought some thieves’ tools from the leader TB decided to talk to the bards in elvish. They just looked at him confused but the leader responded in kind... This made TB a bit suspicious why the “elven” guards didn’t seem to speak elvish, and the rest of the party just started spewing random stuff in random languages, (draconic, undercommon and infernal) only getting a response with the infernal.

More aggravating conversation that probably did not need to happen later and we found ourselves facing the elven magican and his two fiendish companions...

This is where things started to go south.

The elf cast a fireball knocking out Ttod, so Dott immediately went to heal him and the scared pupper ran away... turned out to be in vain as the magister cast a cone of cold, knocking him out again...as well as Dott, TR, TC and TB’s horse.

Also the fiends were resistant to the Barbarians’ attacks...because of course they were. Also the elf mage turned invisible...

HB managed to revive the cleric however, who revived Dott who in turn revived Ttod.

Ttod tried to sniff out the elf but rolled a 3, all he found was the dead horse, to TB’s dismay (she wanted the cleric to resurrect it).

Luckily for her Ttod never got to eat the horse because he was immediately knocked out again (he has very low HP...and it did not increase last level-up because I decided to multi-class instead of continuing on as a ranger, revised to not... it doesn’t get that much more interesting from here), along with Dott and the cleric... Things started to look pretty bleak but then thankfully our giant friend returned to help us. (He’d left before we entered town).

We managed to fight back the demons the fallen players were revived (not the horse though...it was too dead. The rest of us still had death saves to go).

But she wasn’t too sad, after all the demons had left their wagon behind, pulled by two more horses!

So...we went to find some merchants... tried to barter...killed them and stole all their stuff.

We are great heroes!

The giant never asked where we got the stuff from so we continued on! Ttod took a nap in the wagon to get rid of his exhaustion.

In the next city we sold a bunch of the wares from the wagon, TR pick-pocketed the crowd and GB got blackout drunk. TB also tried to put up a Leomund’s Tiny Hut inside the wagon just for extra protection... but for some reason it didn’t work.

She went outside and created one ten feet away, that worked so she thought nothing more of it and went to sleep.

So in short, we lost a horse, almost died but we gained a lot of gold as well as two new horses and a wagon. So it all turned out okay in the end.

#dnd #adventurer's league #dott #kobold #dungeons and dragons

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The Sibling Complex

Disclaimer: Batman and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics. Wolverine and associated characters are the creative property of Marvel Comics Warnings: Canon-typical violence & language Rating: T Prompt: ( @shobogan ) DAMIAN AND GABBY, HOW DID I NEVER THINK OF THIS "do you have a big sister too?" "tch. ......yes."

A/N: Okay so even though I’ve still not gotten around to writing the main MAIN fic for this universe, I couldn’t help but tie this little team up into the big Amalgamation Comic Universe I’ve been dreaming up for the last few months. So that’s what’s being referred to as the ‘Merge” and ‘Mergers’ are people from other worlds/continuities that you don’t identify with.

For all intents and purposes this is Prime/New-Earth Damian and Cassandra, with 616 Laura and Gabby. If you don’t know what that means, you’re a more worthwhile human being than myself, lemme tell ya.

Jonathan’s seatbelt wasn’t quite fitting the way it was supposed to, though Gabby figured it wouldn’t. It was created for dogs and not wolverines. Still, he seemed content enough, sleeping in the backseat all to himself under all the blankets and pillows that she and Laura had packed for their journey.

“I think he’ll sleep the whole ride this time,” Gabby informed Laura. She was sitting on her knees in the passenger seat, leaning against the corner of the chair to better look at their pet. “We won’t have to take a pee break.”

“And I remember telling you to sit down and use your seatbelt,” Laura responded, not taking her eyes off the road, though Gabby suspected that behind her sunglasses she was glancing into the rearview mirror.

Sticking out her lower lip, Gabby flipped around in the seat and sunk down. “You’re not wearing your seatbelt either, Laura,” she said pointedly all the same.

“I have a healing factor,” Laura said plainly.

“So do I,” Gabby countered.

Laura bothered to actually look at Gabby and lower her chin enough that she could look at Gabby over her sunglasses. There was no humor in her eyes, though Gabby never lost sight of that bit of affection Laura only had for her, Deborah, and Megan.

“I’m older,” Laura said in that flat, this is final tone she had perfected.

“Of course you’re older! I’m a clone of you, duh,” Gabby said, but she already reached for her seatbelt and pulled it over her shoulder. “Some day that’s not going to be a good enough excuse, y’know.”

“It’ll always be enough for me,” Laura replied, looking back to the road. “I also distinctly remember that I told you that if Jonathan had to use the bathroom, you could teach him to go in a cup as easily as you taught him to go in a litter box.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Gabby said, nose curling. “Someone would have to hold the cup for him.”

“Not someone,” Laura said, smirking a bit. “Just you.”

“Ugh,” Gabby rolled her eyes. “Why’re we even going to this new place? This... Gotham? Ever since the explosion and all the weird stuff with the world popping up and the Jean-Grey School going public again, I thought we’d be... I don’t know, staying around there? Or if we have to explore new places from the other worlds, why can’t we start at some of the fun sounding ones? Like Metropolis or Sternbild or Miracle City--”

"This isn’t an adventure, Gabby,” Laura said simply. “This is a favor for Tyger Tyger.”

Surprised, but not that surprised, Gabby settled in her seat and reached for her own sunglasses from the glove compartment. “I should’ve known you were still allergic to fun.”

“You should have,” Laura agreed. “Seems several businesses that Tyger once had a firmer grasp on in Madripoor are making large moves on her operation. The sorts of moves that require a lot of financial support to see them through. Financial support that used to be provided by her and her alone but, with how everything has been since the Merge, it seems that there are some additions to Intergang’s watchlist. And they seem to be taking roost in some of the places that are outside of her banks’ former influences.”

Gabby tapped on her chin. “So, criminal hubs that weren’t around before the Merge, but now want to take advantage of power vacuums. Makes sense.”

“Gotham is one of those hubs,” Laura explained. “A port city with an apparently ages old criminal history built into the brick and mortar. And it’s on the East Coast of the United States which would make it conveniently a world away from Madripoor, Hong Kong, and the majority of Tyger Tyger’s surveillance.”

With a smirk Gabby poked her sister’s shoulder. “And because of someone you know, you just happen to have earned Tyger Tyger’s trust, huh?”

“Something like that,” Laura said simply. “I already thanked you for it, though, so there’s no reason to bring it back up.”

“Except maybe to get thanked again. Since we’re going to Gotham instead of any of the cool and awesome places that aren’t full of seedy undergrounds and people who are going to be shooting us pretty soon,” Gabby answered. “Liiiike Miracle City--”

“We’re not going to England today,” Laura said plainly. “And I’ve heard... conflicting things about this mysterious Miracle Man. I’d not put too many eggs in that basket, Gabby.”

“You’re right,” Gabby hummed, pulling up her smart phone to play games on. “I mean, it’s kinda pretentious to name yourself Miracle Man isn’t it?”

“Very,” Laura agreed. “Which is saying something since you’re friends with a kid named Genesis.”

“Your original name was Talon,” Gabby said simply. “Glass houses, Laura.”

“And you still haven’t picked one,” Laura remarked. “Not so easy is it?”

Gabby pointed toward the backseat. “I named Jonathan! I don’t know why you can’t give me one that isn’t stupid for free.”

"I’m driving us to Gotham, I’ll think of something you’ll hate on the way,” Laura remarked with a smirk.

“You’re the worst,” Gabby laughed, though she didn’t mean it.

She didn’t mean it at all.

Working with others was beneath him when he considered himself an al Ghul. Working with Grayson had been an adjustment and the sort of opportunity for learning he would never admit to out loud. Working with his Father had been a pain which throbbed, upsetting and mismatched, until they at last found each other’s patterns.

Damian took time and effort with teamwork and it was never once a pleasurable experience because it nearly always involved sharing his time with someone he would rather not have. And that was an annoyance almost beyond measure.

“Tt, I would have more delightful conversation with Goliath tonight than with you,” Damian asserted, arms still crossed and nose high toward the sky.

For a moment, that seemed to almost faze Cain as she bothered to look up from the cheaply made paper flyer to Damian, then back to the colorful brochure.

Annoyed with the lack of response, Damian leaned in and curled his nose at her. “If you must know, that was an insult lotted toward you,” he continued to inform her.

Cassandra looked up, a knowing glint in her brown eyes as she gave a small smirk and responded with the most infuriating, quiet, “Thank you,” Damian had ever heard.

“This annoyance of a public outing is over and I am ready to leave this campus before more of my classmates come across us to ask questions and compliment that stupid barrette in your hair again,” Damian growled, looking over the grounds of Gotham Academy. “Mizoguchi alone would be an unending barrage of questions.”

Cass put her hands and the brochure into her pocket and glanced back out. “Mmkay,” she said. “Waiting on...?”

Glaring at her, Damian could not have further expressed his aggravation. “On our ride since Father so rudely left halfway through.”

“Told him to go home,” Cass explained, looking back to Damian. “Said we could... walk.”

Damian’s eye twitched. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shrugged simply to defy him. “Walk? Walk to Bristol? Have you lost your mind--”

“I think we,” she said, bringing her book bag around her shoulder and pulling out just enough of her mask that Damian could tell what it was, “should... bond. Been a while.”

Memories of exploding bridges and the risk of a family name larger than both of them came to mind as Damian grinned ear to ear. “You do make up for insufficiencies with some amount of style, Cain.”

"I know,” she replied somewhat cockily as they headed toward the nearest alley and began to quickly switch attire.

While there were many things about Cassandra that Damian was uncertain about, especially with her strangely youthful presence after what his Father was referring to as the great Merge, the one thing he was always sure to admire was her combative skill.

He still remembered the tinges of jealousy that hung off of him like weights the first time they had met face to face back during the Architect’s attacks on Gotham. He remembered how completely unfazed she was by his cutting words.

Back then he had been willing to give credit for that to Cassandra’s lack of proficiency in spoken language, but lately he learned that was not the case.

Instead she defeated him shear self-confidence and assuredness. HIs words may have cut deep, but she still had layers of armor made out of pure conviction.

Though, he had been right about her sparsity in using her tongue.

After they rounded a third mile, Damian was slightly falling behind Cassandra. And that, of course, simply was not going to work.

“I refuse to go another centimeter without you explaining what our plans for the rest of the evening are, Black Bat,” he said promptly. “It is only ten thirty and prime patrol activity is best between the hours of midnight and four AM.”

“Won’t be expecting us then,” Cass said with a smirk, looking back behind him.

“Who won’t be?” he asked testily.

“Ships,” she answered again before reaching for her grappling gun.

“Ships,” Damian repeated flatly.

“Ships,” Cassandra confirmed before taking the next swing.

Annoyed once again, Damian followed suit, quickly getting distance covered and making a point of leaping ahead of Cassandra by their next landing. He could see that they were at Cape Carmine, which answered what ships, but left another question.

“Why ships?” Damian half-whined. “Do you have information on them? Do you have any suspicions about their use? What intel have you gotten from that new Network of Batgirls-United or whatever it is that Oracle is up to these days?”

“Sh,” Cass said shortly. “No information. No intel. Gut.”

Immediately annoyed, Damian narrowed his eyes and followed Cassandra almost reluctantly. “That is not enough to encourage confidence in you, Cain!” he told her firmly.

“Sh, codenames,” she corrected, as if he was still green in more than just his boots.

“I don’t need to use them because there is no one around,” he growled after as they reached the edge of the docks and easily crossed over the barbwire fence.

Though Damian hated to admit it to himself -- and would never dare to admit it out loud -- he truly could sit back and appreciate the ease with which Cassandra moved herself forward. She had the sort of grace in her movements that was natural like Grayson, but there was a determination and ferocity to everything as well.

It made Damian feel familiar with her in ways that he seldom felt with anyone.

Once Damian landed, Cassandra glanced from one side of the port to the other then pointed to the far off shore. “Take that side,” she ordered.

Damian was more than a little taken aback by the order. “On my own?” he asked, uncertain if she realized what she was saying.

A soft smile came to Cass’ face and she glanced toward him. “Trust you,” she assured him.

Heat came to Damian’s face but he abruptly ignored it, pushing past his sister and heading toward the docks as ordered. “Of course you do,” he made light of the commentary. “Everyone should trust me. I’m the best.”

“Sure,” Cass replied with more amusement in her voice than he liked, but she did not double back behind him. She certainly went her own way and left Damian completely unsupervised.

It was the sort of trust and confidence that he usually only earned after several disobeyed orders -- both with his father and with Grayson.

As impressed as Damian was with the simple act, however, it began to quickly fade once he actually began patrolling the area. There was not so much as a dock worker on shift in his area, and his combing of the landscape began to feel more and more like a useless chore.

“I told her,” he whine petulantly, “there’s no one here! And the best hours for patrol are later. People are still out and awake at...”

With that, Damian took pause and looked around the docks once more. They were completely barren, his search had assured him of that.

And that was where the problem lied.

"UGH!” Damian growled, going for some high ground in his frustration so as to have a better vantage point and see along the harbor. “Why can she never explain a damn thing! Such an annoyance.”

He leered over the skyline, unimpressed with the fact that a ship, surely enough, was fast approaching.

“All it would have taken was a single word, Cain,” he muttered to himself. “You truly are like father. And here I thought the others had been vastly exaggerating.”

His focus, however, was taken from the approaching ship when he noticed quick movement in the distance.

Eyes narrowing, Damian turned more toward the direction of the motion and, sure enough, from one shadow to the next leapt a small figure -- no bigger than himself. And though the exact details of the costume were unfamiliar, Damian recognized high grade armor when he saw it.

“Tt, still haven’t memorized all of the files we have on new heroes and villains after the Merge,” Damian growled to himself. “I will have to correct that after I fix this.”

The unknown assailant was ducking into a warehouse only one over from Damian’s own perch, which made it easy enough to leap to one of the top windows and quietly lift it open after a lightning quick lockpick job.

Inside, the darkness provided even more cover for them both, but the advantage was still to Damian given the small thief was not aware of him yet.

A small, drowning part of his conscience was worried that just perhaps he should have alerted Cassandra as to what he was doing, but he figured if she could leave out some details, so could he.

“Hey, I think I’ve found an empty hangar,” the small girl said, touching the side of her face mask as she walked away. “It’s the thirteenth, so that means it’s unlucky. Sounds about like us. It’s good that we didn’t bring Jonathan.”

Damian was more than a little disgusted to see such a young girl being used for what seemed to be a very organized attack. But at the same time, her determination and unwavering disposition didn’t leave him any doubt about her possible guilt.

She reminded him more of Katrina and the other ruffians that Colin was spending time with in the East End under Catwoman’s proverbial wing.

“You want me to just stay here?” the girl whined. After a pause she let out a groan. “None of them ever get past you, Laura. That’s my point. Let me move-- Ugh. I hate when she hangs up.”

The girl crossed her arms, childishly in Damian’s opinion, and looked around the warehouse as if curiously bored when she suddenly went stiff.

Her rigidness caught Damian by surprise, it was obvious to him even if he was not the world class body language expert that Cassandra was. The girl’s shoulders hunched forward and she began moving her head around widely in a circular motion, sniffing the air like some sort of dog.

Damian’s eyebrows raised curiously as the girl hunkered down more and, to his surprise, unleashed what looked like a bony claw from her hands.

It took a moment, but Damian realized that she was onto him, and if he did not strike quickly and get things under control, his advantage would be lost.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaped to the nearest rafters, using the arc of his own jump to quickly fling several Batarangs the mysterious foe’s way. She somersalted away from the first two and then sliced through the remaining with the two hand claws then a foot claw that had appeared through her boot when Damian wasn’t watching it.

The pieces dropped around her and she seemed to be examining them at least for the moment. Damian took the opportunity to fling himself downward and aim a kick for her head.

The girl let out an aggressive grunt as the kick hit, but rather than fall to the ground she quickly recovered and slid back on her heels.

There was no seeing her eyes through the large, pink goggles she was wearing, but Damian knew a disgruntled expression when he saw one.

“Are you picking a fight with me?” she demanded.

“I’m winning a fight with you,” Damian corrected before pulling out blades and rushing forward at her.

“Oh, confident,” she mocked, easily blocking his swings with her forearms before kicking Damian in the chest and knocking the air out of him. “Sorry, if I lost a fight to someone like you I’d never hear the end of it from my sister. Do you know how long it took me to convince her to not leave me in the motel with Jonathan? At least two minutes of my sappy eyes. I’m supposed to reserve those for emergencies.”

“You need to shut your mouth, woman!” Damian growled as he continued to attack her.

She let out a long gasp as she caught Damian’s foot. “Oh my god. Are you like... nine? I’m not supposed to beat up babies. It’s not good for my karma!” She then used the momentum of his foot to twist him midair and send him to the ground chest first. She seemed intent on not letting him have enough air.

"I,” Damian wheezed as he began to block attacks. “Am... Not... NINE!”

With his final declaration, Damian used a two finger strike right for the girl’s throat, causing her to choke immediately and back up, grabbing at the plating armor and pull it forcefully away from her skin to try and relieve her bruised trachea.

Then there was an enormous explosion just outside.

Both Damian and the girl turned toward the sound, eyes wide.

“Black Bat!” Damian called out despite himself.

“Wolverine!” the girl yelled. She then released a vicious growl that shouldn’t have been possible given the bruising of her throat Damian had just given her, and quickly kicked Damian across the face, a wicked attack punctuated by a deep cut that ran across his cheek due to one of her claws.

Damian hit the ground and the girl took off toward the harbor. But he wasn’t going to stay down long.

In all the time that Gabby had spent with Laura, she had come to learn that explosions usually meant Wolverine and that usually came with a sense of trouble.

Trouble which, whether Laura liked it or not, Gabby had gotten very good at getting her out of.

After losing the weirdo in the cape, Gabby quickly made her way toward the source of the explosion and was not deterred by fire or recursive blasts because she knew that a healing factor plus a little determination was more than enough to help her as much as it did Laura.

“Wolverine!” she yelled out, ignoring the way the flames licked at her heels and singed her hair the more she ran toward it. “Wolverine, where are you--”

Before the words had fully escaped her mouth, she was snagged by the back of her armor and pulled into the air. It reminded her of her not-so-long-ago run in with Spider-Woman, flying through the air at a swing.

But it wasn’t any of the Spider-people that Gabby knew when she looked back, but rather a woman dressed all in black and gold, swinging from a grappling hook that wouldn’t have been out of place in the arsenal that Gabby and her clone sisters were trained with in the labs.

That wasn’t a memory she reflected on fondly.

“Let go! I have to find my sister!” Gabby warned before extending her left claw and slashing out at the woman holding her.

The move somehow didn’t surprise the woman as she went in for a landing far away from the fire, tossing Gabby by her shirt to flip her in the air. Then, just before Gabby’s face could meet the pavement, the woman caught her by her foot.

It was a cool move, and if Gabby wasn’t worried about her sister at the moment, she probably would have marveled at it more. But as things were, she needed to find Laura, and this lady was becoming a nuisance.

“I need to find... Wolverine!” she growled before extending her claw and stabbing the woman in the arm with it.

That had apparently been a surprise to her where the swing had not been, and the woman dropped her without so much as a word or a grunt. Which was weird, but Gabby was again preoccupied by tucking into a quick roll and landing on all fours to face the would-be attacker.

The woman looked at her, then out to the explosion and the bay. She looked back to Gabby. “Sister is on the ship,” the woman explained. “Stay. I will get her.”

At first, the command caught Gabby off guard. Then she tilted her head and waved to her attire. “What? Do I look like a civilian kid to you or something? because I’m definitely not that!”

She glared at Gabby then looked up, drawing Gabby’s attention upwards as well and to the annoyance she thought she had left in the warehouse.

“Not you again!” she all but groaned just before the kid tackled her with a feral growl.

They struggled, rolling with each other and landing punches and kicks where they could without much mind to the woman in black and gold. At least not until she cleared her throat and the colorfully clad kid looked to her almost in irritation.

“Keep her here,” the older woman ordered.

“Since when were you in charge of me, Black Bat?” he snapped at her, leaving his cheek open for a good punch that Gabby was more than happy to take. “YOU!!!”

Before either of them could continue on, however, the mystery woman raced forward, past the flaming dock and toward another. With a few swift leaps, she was at the bow of a fishing ship and then leaping toward the bay, grappling hook in hand. It eventually hit the distant ship attempting to steer away from the harbor. The so-called Black Bat hit the waters and disappeared, but for a while, with her goggles, Gabby was able to trace the ripples of her trailing behind the boat and gaining on it.

Gabby sat up on the boy’s chest and allowed herself to feel impressed for a few moments. “Wow,” she said. “That was almost cool.”

“Get off me!” the boy snarled before kicking up with all his might and forcing Gabby to do just that.

She tucked into a roll and then leaped to her feet, claws drawn.

The other kid was ready with bat-shaped throwing weapons.

Both of them were heaving for breath.

“What’s your deal!?” Gabby snapped. “I was trying to help my sister stop smugglers!”

“Tt, likely story,” he snapped back. “And even if you were, this is not your city to do such for. This city belongs to Batman and Robin.”

Blinking some, Gabby loosened up and glanced back toward where the mystery woman had gone to follow after Laura and the ship. “Her costume didn’t look like a Robin--”

"Fool! She isn’t Robin!” the bright red child -- in costume and face -- yelled at her. “I am Robin! The best Robin that there’s ever been.”

“Robin,” Gabby repeated before putting her hands on her hips. “I guess Wolverine was right. It is important to put more thought into a superhero name so it doesn’t end up being something stupid.”

“I’ll kick that insolent mouth,” he snarled.

“You’re being silly,” Gabby informed him. “But it’s kinda cool to have a superhero named Batman like that. I guess some good things did come out of the Merge. There’s a woman Wolverine, so why not--”

“That wasn’t Batman!” Robin snapped. “That was Black Bat! Obviously.”

Gabby narrowed her eyes. “How is that obvious? That’s like saying oh, they’re Inhuman, not a Mutant. Obviously. Like unless you have a Cerebro, how’re you going to really know at first glance--”

“What are you talking about?” Robin growled.

“What’re you talking about?” Gabby fired back.

They stared at each other for a good long minute before being distracted by the sounds of gunfire over the harbor. They both looked and, in the corner of her eye, Gabby could see despair and concern wash over the Robin’s face before he regained his sour composure.

“So you’re from one of the other places during the Merge, huh.” Gabby said, finally putting away her claws and folding her arms across her chest.

“I suppose the same could be said about you,” Robin said stuffily. “Save for the fact that I belong here. Gotham has the heroes it is meant to have. But you are unfamiliar.”

“Eh, come up to Westchester, We’ll probably say the same about you,” Gabby joked lightly with a shrug. “Besides, we only came down here on business for a friend. I think. I don’t know. Wolverine gets in these moods and it’s like she forgets I’m the greatest partner, like, ever. And it’d always go smoother if she actually let me in on things, y’know?”

“Tt, no,” Robin snapped. “There is complete disclosure between myself and my partner. I have earned it through a lifetime of training and perfection.”

Looking him over, Gabby was having a hard time deciding whether or not this kid was actually real. So she turned attention back to the harbor. “So you know what’s on that shipment that our partners are fighting on?”

There was a long beat of silence.

"Things that are obviously not of your concern,” the spiky haired brat finally said.

“That just means you don’t know anything!” Gabby groaned.

“It means I wouldn’t tell you anything even if I did because you don’t have any business being here other than shady business. And if Black Bat told me to keep you here, I will do it with you unconscious on the ground if I have to!” he snapped.

“If this Black Bat told you to jump off a bridge, would you?” Gabby asked sarcastically.

“Tt, I’ll have you know, we blow up bridges together, and so jumping off it was a given,” Robin answered in that same snooty way.

Gabby frowned then looked back out to the ship. “At least it isn’t moving anymore. I guess we just have to wait now,” she sighed before dropping into a sitting position on the pavement. “Hope Wolverine gets done in time for us to get to the hotel and let Jonathan out.”

Robin stared at the ship as well, aggravation coming off him in waves. “Do you have someone kidnapped at this hotel?” he demanded.

“Jonathan’s family,” she said with a wave of her hand. “He’s a wolverine.”

“Tt, sounds like a mascot,” Robin sneered.

“More like a brother. Our actual half brothers suck,” Gabby sighed. “What about you? You have any siblings?”

Robin’s shoulders dropped and his entire head rolled with his eyes. “More each and every day,” he groaned.

“Cool,” Gabby said with a smile. “Got any sisters?”

At that, Robin’s gaze flickered back to the ship in the distance. Slowly, he lowered himself to a crouch by Gabby, still keeping his gaze level on the harbor. “Yes,” he said.

And that was all he really needed to say. Gabby understood.

She started watching the harbor again, too.

Damian knew that regardless of circumstances, it was of the utmost importance to keep vigilant and wait for the inevitable signal from Cassandra that would tell him he was needed. He was certain of it coming sooner rather than later.

He also knew he was utterly exhausted from the effort he had put forth to fight the new stranger he was now waiting with at the Dixon Docks.

At some point, he didn’t know when, he must have closed his eyes and left his guard down just enough that he could be surprised by the obnoxious snort of a giggle that was coming from just a few feet in front of them.

Alarmed, Damian whipped out his batarang, ready to throw, when he realized that the position he had just been in was so compromised and so inexcusable he hadn’t even registered it at first.

He and the mysterious girl had been sleeping head-to-head, shoulder-to-shoulder before a woman in a yellow-and-blue garish costume stood by Damian’s own sister and snorted in laughter at them.

“Wow, that’s almost adorable,” the woman said.

“Wolverine!” the girl with Damian cried out, leaping to her feet. She apparently experienced no-such shame from their compromised positions.

Instead, she raced to Wolverine’s side and wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist. “You smell like smoke, but your clothes are intact, so I don’t think you burned yourself alive again. Sorry your hair is singed. This is all an improvement, though! I’m so used to you being stupid about your healing factor.”

Looking toward Cassandra, Damian was met with an all-too-presumptuous smirk. As if his sister had observed anything worthy of humiliation. Or, more importantly, like she had any history of abusing such situations to her own whims.

She was not Drake or Todd, after all.

“Where have you been!?” Damian demanded. “You drag me to warehouses, leave me behind, and all for what?”

“Stopped bad guys,” Cass answered simply.

“You’re incorrigible,” Damian spat out.

Wolverine looked toward Cassandra, tilting her head with a sharp toothed smirk. “You’re right. He does get angry when he’s worried. That’s adorable. Mine just gets chatty.”

“I do not, why would you tell strangers that, Wolvie? That’s so rude,” the girl whined.

After watching the sisters interact for a bit, Damian put an incredulous look Cassandra’s way. “You’re seriously not going to give me more explanation than you stopped bad guys.”

She rolled her eyes at him, as if a mask could hide the expression he was more than familiar with from his older siblings. “Penguin’s men. Same connections from Hong Kong. Recognized them on patrol last night. Thought we’d check again tonight. Got lucky.”

“They weren’t shipping arms to Hong Kong, though, they were shipping them to the competition of our connections in Madripoor,” Wolverine revealed. “Trying to take advantage of the lack of cohesion between the various worlds of the Merge for now.”

“Genius,” the girl smirked.

“It is, which is why Black Bat here has been talking to me about a superhero four-one-one that their original world apparently uses with some frequency,” Wolverine continued.

Damian continued to scrutinize his sister. “You’re sharing secrets about Oracle now, are you?” he demanded.

“Yes,” Cass replied without hesitation. “Need to work together more. If villains can, we can.”

“Looks like you two have already started on the right path,” Wolverine joked.

Damian’s face felt like a furnace as he rapidly shook his head in disagreement. “We’re as good as bitter enemies! We fight like dogs! She hasn’t even given me a name to curse at her with!” Damian shouted.

“Talon,” the girl answered. “After my sister’s loser name.”

“Talons have a terrible history in Gotham, you should stay away if you know what’s good for you,” Damian snapped at Talon viciously. An action which led to Cassandra wasting no time in flicking him in the ear for. “Black Bat!”

Ignoring Damian, Cassandra offered Wolverine her hand and a smile. “We’ll... work together again. Know it.”

“You can count on it,” Wolverine assured her.

When Damian glared over in Talon’s direction she was still wearing that infectious smile as she and her sister turned away to head back from wherever they came.

He then shifted his glare toward Cass. “You’re the worst partner,” he informed her.

“You’re the best,” Cass joked. “That’s why I brought you.”

“You better believe I’m the best, better than anyone tonight deserved, that’s for sure!” Damian growled out, following Cass in getting his grappling hook out of his utility belt. “You’re willing to team up with any of these unchecked Mergers.”

“Yup,” she said as they took off. “Also willing to watch... your terrible school plays.”

Damian sighed and followed his sister into the Gotham skyline. “O brave new world, that has such people in it!”

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Peter was one of the closest disciples of Jesus, but we are often more familiar with his failures than his strengths. We often forget that He was the one who walked on water when the others were afraid, he was the first one who declared Jesus as the Son of God, and he was the one who preached the first sermon after Jesus's ascension. There was one thing that Peter excelled in despite his weaknesses and even his denial of Jesus out of fear at that terrible night; Peter truly loved Jesus and wanted to be as faithful as he can to Jesus. This eventually allowed Peter to become so close to Jesus, and participate in the many miracles for God's Glory. Faithfulness is key to seeing the power of God manifest in our lives. Throughout the Bible, we can see many signs and wonders both in the old and new testament. Today, I just want to highlight 3 kinds of power that God grants to those who trust Him and chose to be faithful to Him at all cost. 1. Power to overcome

But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. - 1 Cor 15:57 (NIV) For everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith. - 1 John 5:4 (NIV) I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world. - John 16:33 (NIV)

God likes us to know that we can be overcomers through Him, and overcome times of adversity through Christ who strengthens us. He warned the disciples and us that life is not going to be all smooth and great now just because we follow Him, but the contrary is true - we will all go through tests, trials and challenges even as Christians.Our Faith in God enables us to become overcomers, firmly anchored in the assurance of His Love for us, in His Sovereignty and good plans for us, allowing us to know that no matter how terrible the situation, we can overcome it together with Jesus. During the days of the first church, persecutions were rampant, people give up their lives just to follow the risen Jesus. There was literally nothing to gain out of joining this 'new religious movement' that is hinged on whether or not one accepts that Jesus had really risen. It was an unpopular thing, it was a difficult thing, and definitely a dangerous decision with little payout for following Jesus, yet the church could pull through and prosper even. The early Christians rested fully in Jesus, staying faithful to His instruction and the teachings of the apostles who taught on the life they shared with Jesus. Their faith granted them the peace in times of danger, their faith granted them the power to overcome the worst of losses and trouble.

But David said to Saul, “Your servant has been keeping his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, I went after it, struck it and rescued the sheep from its mouth. When it turned on me, I seized it by its hair, struck it and killed it. Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God. The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine.”

- 1 Sam 17:34~37 (NIV)

Even in the times of the old testament, we can see from the example of David. David could so easily defeat the giant Goliath because he had been faithful to God, and thus saw the goodness of God in his life which gave him the confidence to slay this overwhelming adversary. David did not neglect his role as a shepherd boy despite his anointing episode with the prophet Samuel. He was faithful to the sheep that was left in his care, and even fought off lions and bears just to protect his sheep. Little did he know, his faithfulness actually contributed to his 'training' and preparation to one day face Goliath. Faithfulness brought David on a path that allowed him to hone his natural skills, eventually becoming the reason for his success over his enemy. 2. Power over things (authority and leadership)

Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. - 1 Pet 5:6 (NIV)

I firmly believe that God exalts the humble and opposes the proud. Pride can also be manifested in terms of a selfish desire for power and recognition; desire for authority and leadership. While there is nothing wrong to desire to serve God in a greater capacity and to hold more responsibilities together with Him, we need to focus on loving God by being faithful to Him and the Word instead of loving the positions of authority and leadership. It is unfortunate that many great leaders made leadership an idol in their lives and end up doing things just to sustain it rather than to truly benefit followers. Such is what God does not want for His people, and hence whoever desires to be leaders need to seek Him first and be humble! Being humble here means to accept that we don't always know what is best, hence trusting and relying on God and His Word in all that we do instead.

He said to his men, "The LORD forbid that I should do such a thing to my master, the LORD's anointed, or lay my hand on him; for he is the anointed of the LORD."

- 1 Sam 24:6 (NIV)

But David said to Abishai, "Don't destroy him! Who can lay a hand on the LORD's anointed and be guiltless?

- 1 Sam 26:9 (NIV)

Again, consider king David. Despite the atrocities that Saul did against him, never once did David choose to revolt and overthrow Saul with his men, even feeling guilty for having cut off part of Saul's robe. It seemed highly illogical, but all that David wanted and was doing was to be humble (not presumptuous) and honour the Word of God, to live by it. David eventually became one of the (if not greatest) king of Israel who was loved by many simply because he was faithful to the Word of God, firmly deciding not to claim leadership and power on his own but to trust in God for the appointment and time. 3. Power for miracles This is an interesting point... Let's begin with Jesus Himself.

Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, left the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry. - Luke 4:1~2 (NIV) Jesus returned to Galilee in the power of the Spirit, and news about him spread through the whole countryside. - Luke 4:14 (NIV)

Jesus was filled with the Holy Spirit after His water baptism, but He was yet to be moving in the power of the Spirit at this time. What changed then? Jesus's demonstrated faithfulness to the statutes of His Father allowed Him to resist all three great temptations of the devil and to return in the POWER of the Holy Spirit which brought forth many miracles since. It is our love for Him that fuels our desire to stay faithful to His Word - the sword of the Spirit which allows us to effectively fend off the attacks and tear down the defences of the enemy. Therefore, Jesus Himself had left us a pattern to follow after - a model of pursuing God which leads to us becoming better vessels of His Power for His Glory. Lastly, on the day of Pentacost, 120 people received the Holy Spirit in the upper room.

On one occasion, while he was eating with them, he gave them this command: “Do not leave Jerusalem, but wait for the gift my Father promised, which you have heard me speak about. For John baptized with water, but in a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit.” - Acts 1:4~5 (NIV) When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues[a] as the Spirit enabled them. - Acts 2:1~4 (NIV)

There were way more people who saw Jesus after His resurrection, but only those who were faithful enough to heed His command to 'tarry in Jerusalem' received the first ever outpouring of the Holy Spirit which enabled them to pray for and deliver the miracles of God.

Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.

- John 15:4~5 (NIV)

Friends, at the end of the day, I am not saying that we need to prove our faithfulness to anyone. Faithfulness is perceived and judged by Jesus alone, so let us focus on just loving Him. Faithfulness is enabled and sustained by Love. We need to keep connected with Him if we want to keep bearing fruits that are good. In God's omniscience, He knows the best decisions to make, and it is up to us to choose to be faithful to Him. It is hence just wisdom to obey His Word since He knows everything while we don't.

Faithfulness sets us up for greatness and power, therefore, let us always seek first to love and please God, and all the power we need to overcome, to lead, and to bless people will be experienced. God bless!

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Scott and Amie Yancey – How they Get into the Real Estate Business

Scott Eric Yancey and Amie Yancey are American real estate investors. They are the stars of the popular reality TV show, Flipping Vegas. They buy a dilapidated property in Las Vegas, bring it to its old glory, and resale for profit. Scott is primarily involved in finding deals while Amie focuses on the renovation and design work. Their real estate expertise and charming personality made Flipping Vegas the number one daytime show.

How did Scott and Amie start in the real estate business?

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Scott’s passion for real estate investing started at a young age. He grew up in his grandfather’s house. Every Saturday morning, his grandfather would tag him along to open houses. His grandfather is a real estate guy. He was the one who taught Scott the possibility of making huge money from doing real estate deals. Scott, his mother, and brother reside in his grandfather’s house when his parents got a divorce. He spent most of his childhood in Studio City, California. He was surrounded by rich people, but Scott admitted that they don’t have much. It is one of the reasons why at an early age his grandpa exposed him to the real estate community.

His very first real estate deal took place when he was 14 years old. He got into an accident and received an insurance settlement of $30,000. Being young, he didn’t know what to do with that huge amount of money. His best friend’s family is into real estate and they advised him to invest his money. Following their advice, he bought a second deed of trust for a home mortgage set at a 14% interest rate. That’s when he realized that your money can actually work for you.

When he was in college, Scott worked as a runner for a prestigious real estate company. His salary was $5/hour. His boss at that time, Walter Plumber III told his that the last three people who had his job became a millionaire. He didn’t take it seriously until one day Walter told him to get a real estate license. Using his license and the guidance and supervision of Walter, Scott was able to close numerous real estate transactions including fixing up condos and buying a 40-unit apartment complex. He was overwhelmed with how much money he can make from real estate. He decided to stop schooling and focus more on real estate.

Amie Yancey’s real estate background is totally different to that of Scott. Amie is an interior designer. She grew up on a family-owned ranch in Canada. He met Scott in college in 1988, but lose touch when Scott decided to get off college and focus on real estate. A few years later, they reconnected. Scott, at that time, was doing well in the real estate business. They got married on January 26, 2000. A few years later, the couple finally decided to venture in real estate together. Scott’s ability to find great deals and Amie’s interior designing skills made them a perfect business partner. They know each other’s strengths and weaknesses and they used them to their advantage.

The Goliath Company

Scott Yancey is the CEO of Goliath Company. It is a real estate company that provides services and expertise around the area of Las Vegas. When the great recession took place in 2008, the real estate industry was one of the sectors that were greatly affected. Yancey and his colleagues experienced halt to what the marketplace used to be. Scott and Amie decided to cool down a bit. They planned to move down to their house in Cabo and take a few years off until the market comes back. What happened was far from what they planned. Scott overhead someone said that you can actually purchase a $36,000 worth of house in Las Vegas. Fix the house and you resell for profit or you can have it rented for $900.That was just the push Scott needed to thrive through the difficult times. Scott pushed Goliath Company through the marvelous turn it had to make. He realized that even in the most difficult times, there are still good deals. You can still make money in the real estate business. You just have to be creative, resourceful, and resilient.

Throughout the years, the Goliath Company handles all variables related to real estate. It does not only focus on land development, income properties, and buying and selling. They now handle all potential real estate needs. All throughout the struggles, Amie was on her side. Amie was not only the source of strength and support but also the business partner that everyone can dream of. Amie Yancey works as an agent, investor, and interior designer. She was able to sell over 700 homes since she and Scott moved to Las Vegas. She also showed an architectural spirit, which usually ends up to exceeding Scott’s renovation budget.

How did they get into television?

Scott was talking with some of his friends in the industry. He told them his experience on how he had to pull his Glock out on some homeless guys who came to him with needles in one of the properties that were all boarded up. His friends told him that he definitely needs to have his own reality show. The original plan was to make it appear like a commercial for a website. Scott paid for the expenses. They gave it to their friends, who happened to give it to a guy who works at Lionsgate. The series filmed its pilot in 2009. In 201o, Scott Yancey and the Lovable Scoundrels Productions created Flipping Vegas, a television series in the USA. The series was premiered on June 18, 2011. Scott and wife, Amie were the stars and Scott also served as the executive producer. The Yancey Events Scott and Amie created the Yancey Events, which was designed to help aspiring real estate investors learn not just the basic, but the secrets to real estate investing success. Together with their team, they hold educational seminars and workshops in various parts of the United States. They take pride in helping others have all the essential tools they need to succeed in the real estate business.

The other side of the Yancey’s

The Yancey’s are not just all about business. They too have a heart for the people and all forms of living things around them. With so much money they are making from real estate, they feel like it is their responsibility to give back. It is that mentality of sharing your blessings to those who actually need it the most. The couple started multiple charities and hold charity events including the ride to recovery wherein the proceeds from the event will go to the wounded veterans. They are involved in six to seven veteran types of programs. One of the events that really touched Amie’s heart was the Flipping Vegas episodes titled “Paying-it-forward.” In that episode, Amie and Scott purchased a dilapidated house and with the help of the community, they renovated the house and gave it to a veteran. He is a soldier who accidentally stepped on improvised explosive device while attending to an injured member. His act of heroism caused his leg. As a way of giving back, the Yancey’s with the help of the community gave that veteran and his family new hope by providing him a decent place to live. They are also actively taking part in providing shelters to abandoned dogs. Scott and Amie are dog lovers and providing shelter to homeless dogs is one of the little steps they take to make this world a better place.

The Yancey’s life outside the limelight

Even though Scott and Amie are stars in their own field, they make sure that they get to do the things they love even outside the limelight. The couple loves pets, cars, and extreme sports. Despite their busy schedule, they see to it that they have time to relax and unwind. They have four-legged members of the family. They had Tallulah, a Dachshund, and Flip and Zuma, Rhodesian Ridgeback dogs. To add to the list of their growing family are Henke and Tieme (Friesian horses), Lucy and bacon bits (minipigs), and JackAss (a mini donkey). Their pets are their stress relievers. They treat them as their own children. Amie’s love for animals started at a young age. They own an acre ranch in Canada where she has the privilege to raise various kinds of animals. The Yancey’s live a fun and fast paced lifestyle. Their love for extreme sports rooted at a young age. Scott loves cars. He remembered when he was young, he was mesmerized seeing a Porsche. He wants to have a Porsche someday but never thought that his dream can become a reality. His very first car was a 1967 Mustang. It has a perfect matte black interior. The problem was its exterior. It was purple and the front part of the car looks like it hit something hard. The front end was completely totaled. He can’t afford a brand new car. In fact, he even sold his drum just to buy the second hand Mustang. He was ashamed to show to his college friends his car. So, what he did was he would park the car a few blocks away from the school.

He had the chance to transform the look of his car when his rich aunt offered to pay his senior trip. Instead of going on a trip, he asked his aunt to use the money to fix his car. From a purple Mustang, he painted the car red. The wheels and rims were all changed to brand new. His grandfather helped him with the wheels and rims. Since the transformation of his car, he no longer needs to park his car blocks away from his school. A guy became interested in his car and asked him to buy his Mustang. He traded the car for a car worth $6,000. That was his very first flipping project. Now, he no longer needs to trade his car because he can purchase whatever car he wants. Since the debacle of his Mustang, he was able to purchase over 50 cars. He owns a Porsche GT3RS, a McLaren MP4, and Ferrari 458.

Amie is a car lover too. She participates in various extreme sports and considers it her way of combatting stress. Amie participates in drag racing in the Las Vegas area. She has several motorcycles and she uses them in dirt biking. She also loves horseback riding given the fact that she grew up on a ranch and owns horses at a young age. Scott and Amie Yancey are living the American dream. Their expertise in the real estate arena enabled them to achieve time and financial freedom. Through the Yancey event, they impart their knowledge and expertise to people who want to make it big in the real estate business.

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