#IT WAS A DARE DAMIAN CANNOT BE BLAMED

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Bonding: Damian Wayne x sister!reader

Request: from the prompt list : 4: "Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much

Warning: nothing, it;s just fun and fluff, most likely set in the WFA universe.

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„What happened to you two?” Dick could barely hold back the terror in his voice upon watching his younger siblings. Jason however was not so considerate and  straight forward started laughing at Y/N and Damian, the former with the nose swollen and red like a Rudolf and the latter with childish patches all over his forearms.

“Have you two escaped the circus? Sure as hell with such look you would fit there!” he let out a laugh so loud it captured the attention of no one else than Bruce, who became alerted in an instant. It wasn’t usual for Jason to be this happy and chuckling and it was …. suspicious. 

Similar to Dick’s, his face dropped upon seeing his kids in such damaged state and just sighed deeply.

“What did you do?” he rubbed his forehead, looking up to the sky probably wondering what mistake did he make (well, the question should have been – what mistake didn’t he make?). Never before had he looked so fatherly, like when Y/N and Damian started their mischief.

Y/N was the middle child, younger than Dick and Jason, but older than Tim and Damian, but Bruce could swear that sometimes she acted like a literal five year old. Especially when any of her brothers started messing up with her things. Especially when Damian did. No one could ever tell what atrocities she could resort to when he grabbed something that wasn’t his.

“It was all his fault!” Y/N cried out, her voice muffled by the swollen nose and she sounded more like a wounded animal rather than a human being.

“I am beyond your level, Y/N and cannot be blamed for…..”

“SIT!” Bruce growled in desperation, but neither of his kids listened. If anything they started bantering even more.

“Not many parental successes on your account, right Bruce?” Jason mocked, but the oldest Wayne didn’t bother answering. Instead he grabbed Damian by the collar and yanked him back and in the air so his feet started dangling above the ground. Luckily Y/N was too tall to do that to her as well.

“This is derogatory” Damian crossed his arms and pouted, the funniest look of her brother making Y/N laugh loudly “put me down, father so I can kick her ass again and….”

“Again?” Bruce eyes focused on his youngest son “what do you mean, again?”

“Nothing!” Y/N chimed in, desperate to keep some kind of secret

“Oh, are you ashamed to admit you got beaten by me in the combat, dear sister?”

“Shut up you little rascal!” Y/N threw herself at him, but this time it was Dick who grabbed her and hold her back

“What did he do?” Grayson asked, knowing well enough how much of a menace Damian could be

“NOTHING!” the boy struggled against his father’s grip

“Who’s afraid to admit what now?!” Y/N smirked at him.

“Ok, that’s it” clearly it was Jason who lost patience first “talk or I’ll draw blood.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” His sister threw him a daring gaze

“Wanna try me, sis? You already got a swollen nose and I can bet that this guy you like…..”

“SHUT UP JASON!”

“wait, there’s a guy?” Bruce was confused “who is he? Why didn’t I met him? How much does he know about us?”

“Not the time, Bruce!”

“LET ME GO DICK!!”

“Sorry, sunshine can’t really do that. Unless you tell us what happened.”

“fine!” she hissed “fine! I’ll tell you!”

An hour ago

“DAMIAN WAYNE!”  her voice echoed through the whole Wayne Manor and made the glassed windows shake. Honestly, how could no one in the family of vigilante hear that was beyond her. “you little piece of shit, where the hell are you!?”

“Have you called me sister?” Damian emerged from his room, looking nothing but innocent with the play-pretend smile. But Y/N knew better. She was fairly aware that he was skillful in using that Wayne gene trying to charm people. Too bad his eyes were glistening with mischief.

“You can’t play me, you demon.”

“Did something happened?” he titled his head in curiosity, observing his sister getting more and more angry. Oh, how entertaining it was to see her face get red, her fist clench. Fascinating how girl’s hormones worked.

But clearly, he underestimated Y/N. Yes, she was an emotional young woman surrounded by no less than four brothers, but she was also an adopted Wayne. And the realization of that fact made her calm down. Damian wanted her to get mad. Which meant he had some sort of plan.

“My little, sweet, wonderful, lovely brother.” She quickly changed the method of acting

“Huh?” Damian frowned, still not used to people acting nice towards him. This was…. unexpected. Y/N was clearly cunning and he had to be prepared.

“Tell me, did you happen to see my phone somewhere around?”

“No.” the answer was clearly too fast to be convincing.

“Really?” she smiled and looked over his shoulder inside his room. The perks of being taller and seeing more. “Then what is lying there on your desk?”

“That’s mine.”

“Damian…..” her voice became serious, her posture tensing “give it back to me. Now.”

“No.” he crossed arms, mimicking her position. Oh, they were both preparing for a fight, neither even beginning to consider the option of relenting. “does father know about your little crush?”

“YOU WERE READING MY TEXTS?!!?”

“Do you even realize in how much danger you put us because of your silly little….”

“AH!!” he did not get to finish the sentence when she went at him taking him by surprise. However, not enough of a surprise that he didn’t manage to step back. Instead of pining him to the ground she tripped and dashed into his room, immediately reaching towards the bed to grab her mobile, but Damian grabbed her arm and yanked her back.

“You little rascal!” she yelled, when they started a real Batman-style fight. “It’s mine!”

“it’s a violation of the rules!” he spat back “we’re not supposed to be in a relationship with civilians!”

“what would you know about relationships?!” Y/N blocked his punch, turning around and tripping him up. “you were raised by freaking assassins!”

“How bad we don’t get to choose family, right?” he hissed, falling on his back on the ground but immediately getting up and attacking her again.

Y/N was good, skilled and intuitive, but Damian was smaller and maybe a bit faster and that’s why she did not see it coming when he glanced off the mattress and landed on her back, trying to tackle her to the ground

“GET OFF ME!” she yelled trying to untangle his arms from her neck

“Not a chance!”

They were struggling so hard that at one point this fight moved towards the corridor and with just one wrong step they started falling down the stairs, still doing their best to damage one another. Damian was pulling at Y/N hair, while she covered his eyes in an attempt to blind him. It took a few minutes of weltering, grunting and dapping before they ended up at the base of the stairs.

“Auch…..” they both moaned in unison, their bones and bones already bruised and damaged. It really did hurt.

“HAHA! I won!” Damian yelled as he realized that the position in which they landed allowed him to sit on top of her sister, his weight holding her down.

“Get off me you idiot…..” she whined trying to push him away, but not succeeding at all.

“Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much, Y/N” Damian laughed at her poor, week attempt to get rid of him.

“AH!” she cried out again and started waving her hands at him, Damian instantly started the same and now they were laying on the floor, with him still on top of her, acting like toddlers and emitting battle cries.

“MASTER DAMIAN! MISS Y/N!”

Shit.

Alfred.

The butler just sighed deeply, too used to many very strange views and behaviors around the manor. Too many to care and ask questions.

“Please get up from the floor. Miss Y/N, your nose is bleeding and as for you, Master Damian you got bloody scratches all over your arms.”

“Sorry Alfred.” They followed every word Alfred said to them and stood beside him with their heads hanging low.

“Let’s patch you two up.” Alfred motioned them towards the living room, gathering medical supplied on the way.

Now.

“And he gave you a animal shaped patch!” Jason laughed so hard he had to grab his belly, almost rolling of the couch

“Didn’t you hear a word, Jace? He took her phone! She had every right to be angry and act irrational…” Dick took his sister’s site

“Hm.” Bruce grunted

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but good job on being stealthy” Jason chucked towards Damian “normally it would be Tim to try and do such thing.”

“Are you taking his side now?” Y/N’s eyes went wide “I can’t believe….. ah!” sudden outburst made her nose bleed even more and she held the nearby cloth tighter to the bruised part of her face. “mhmmmhmhm” she mumbled grumpily

“Hm” Bruce grunted again

“Aren’t you gonna say something?” Dick turned towards his father in a bit of shock. Normally Bruce would be the one to punish them  both for disobeying the rules of the Manor but now he was just sitting on the couch, his mind wondering elsewhere.

“no.”

“What?!” four pair of surprised eyes landed on him in pure disbelief of how he acted.

“Wouldn’t make any difference. Another day another fight. Just…. apologize to each other. I’m going to the batcave. Dick, Jason come with me.”

“The hell I’m going to ….” Jason started but the look in Bruce eyes made him relent. And that was how Y/N and Damian ended up alone in the living room, sitting next to each other, eyes on the floor.

“Does it hurt much?” he asked

“Not much more than yesterday. I’ll be fine. “ she shrugged like nothing happened  “Do you think they know?”

“About what? Our secret plan to make them all crazy and take over the manor?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

“Not sure. Might need some more observation on the matter.”

“So….. we do it again tomorrow?” she smirked

“Oh, absolutely” he smiled back at her, eyes sparkling. It was always fun to fight with her.

“Then can I have my phone back?”

“Sure, I’ve seen all there was to see. “

“I hate you, Damian.” Y/N grinned looking at him

“I hate you too, sis.” He replied with a smirk

And just like that, they bumped their fists. All was good between them.

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Meanwhile, Tim was hidden in the batcave, glued to the computer, not realizing anything of the events happening upstairs. He only raised his head once he heard Bruce, Dick and Jason entering.

“Did they do it again?” he asked seeing Bruce’s harrowed face, being enough of an answer “Ha! Life never gets boring with those two troublemakers around!”

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(Based off a one-shot I did here and a love letter I did here.)

Regret

Guilty cannot describe how terrible I feel for turning my back on you. At the time I thought I was doing the right thing but now I know I could not have been more wrong. It did not help that Mother only encouraged in alienating you. I should have put my foot down and stood up for you, that is what a good brother would have done but I have never been a good brother, have I?

I cannot help but remember how it used to be. It was always you and me, me and you. Ever since the very beginning it was us, now we were nothing but strangers and I did nothing to stop it from getting to this point. Nothing at all.

Even through all the trials and tribulations while training under Mother and Grandfather you were right by my side. Always there encouraging and supporting me to push myself further. You could not have cared less about becoming the next Head of the Demon like Grandfather wanted, why else would you waste your time training and sparring extra with me. If it was not for your guidance I would not have been able to hone my skills to the same extent.

If only Mother could have seen how little you wanted Grandfather’s title then maybe things could have been different.

But Mother was blinded and I fell in line.

Grandfather was the only one who never wavered in what he saw in you. He saw a greatness that no one else bothered to sought out, especially not Mother. You should have seen how furious he was when he learned about your leaving. I never saw him so unhinged.

He blamed Mother for losing you but she could not have been more content. She got half of what she wanted after all. Although I knew for a fact she would have preferred getting rid of you herself. Or rather she would have made me do it. I would rather not think about how that would have played out. All I can say is that I was more than relieved that you left when you did. Any longer and you-….let’s not.

Though relieved I also felt betrayed deep down. You up and left me and for a time I hated you for it. Then it hit me that I did the same to you. The only difference is you physically left meanwhile I mentally and emotionally deserted you. I took you for granted before abandoning you when you had been nothing but good to me.

After your departure no one dare mention your name again. Whether out of fear of how Grandfather and Mother would react or because they thought you weren’t deserving of being remembered. It was as if you ceased to exist from that day on.

But if I’m being honest we weren’t the ones deserving of remembering you. We never did deserve you.

Not me.

Not Mother.

And certainly no one else for that matter.

Now you were living a much better life. A happy life with Todd. I even heard you decided to take his last name. As much as that stings I can’t blame you for not wanting to be an Al Ghul anymore. I just wish you would give Father and I a chance. At least give Father a chance. He’s good, better than what we ever had.

I cannot say how much I resent Jason for being there for you on my place but I am grateful all the same that someone is there. You are not alone anymore and for the most part he seems to be a good enough brother to you. That makes his involvement a little more tolerable. I can only hope that someday you and I can be the same again. Maybe we could be a family once more. But until you want to open that door I will continue to keep my distance while staying as close as I can.

My only thought now is how Mother will take to finding out the child she so despised is everything Grandfather said you would be and more. She is in for a rude awakening the next time she steps foot in Gotham.

And I could not be more eager to see the look of our Mother when she finally realizes just what she threw away.

….

The scratching of a pencil was all that could be heard as Damian scribbled away in the journal he had taken to carrying with him. This had become the only way he could convey everything he felt, everything he ever wanted to say to the one person who would never hear a word of it. At least not yet.

Damian still had hope that one day that would change, but until then he would keep his word. He would stay away while keeping as close as he could. Not close enough for his target to pick up on but enough for him to still feel like he was with them.

He could be patient.

He had to be.

“Hey, Damian! Looks like (Y/n) and Jason are on the move again!” Jon alerted, pulling Damian out of his thoughts.

Quickly shutting the notebook and putting the pencil in its holder, Damian swiftly got to his feet. Jon followed suit.

Scanning the crowd, Damian proceeded to lead the way following after the oh so familiar figure he had once grown up with and the looming figure of that who had taken his place.

“Let’s try not to lose them this time.”

‘Oh Mother, it is only a matter of time before you finally open your eyes to see just what has become of your burden child.’

Smirking, Damian couldn’t wait to see just how his mother would react to the news of his dear twin. Maybe then she could allow herself to see the truth, to see the worth of the child she once called hers.

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Selina Steals a Bug from Batman to get her Kitten.

blame this post here for this thing's inspiration, and a friend for encouraging this.

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             Selina paused when she saw ‘the lost Wayne’ news. She knew Bruce didn’t adopt another kid and forget to tell her—Dick kept her up-to-date on his new siblings and sent her pictures. No, her boyfriend Bruce Wayne would certainly not hide a new Wayne from her.

             He absolutely would forget to introduce her to a new family friend or potential bat. She was still upset about how long it took him to admit that little Stephanie had been working with his son for months and he hadn’t thought to invite the girl over for a meal or two when Selina was over. It wasn’t like she didn’t already know Tim was dating another vigilante… it was that one of her not-technically-my-sons was not introducing her to someone who had saved his life multiple times and who happened to be another Gotham vigilante and another addition to the batfam.

             Selina is their unofficial mother after all, she has rights. Any possible members of their little bat family, and she must assess them. at the very least, teach them more than just Bruce’s habits. The man was horrendous at showing his actual emotions, and the kids would need a counter example to that—herself obviously.

             So imagine Selina’s surprise when she decided to surprise her boyfriend and his children with a visit, only to find a young teen drinking out of Tim’s favorite mug, wearing one of Dick’s more infamous Nightwing hoodie’s, and looking at one of Damian’s katana’s carefully.

             “Who are you?” Selina had a feeling this was the latest “not a Wayne” and she would have to ensure her bats were safe from a fellow thief… again.

             The teen looked up, almost startled by her appearance and nearly dropping the katana.

             Selina raised an eyebrow.

             The teen flushed. “Marinette.”

             “And what,” Selina strolled over to the table and sat on its edge. “Exactly are you doing with all of these?”

             The girl was smart enough to look a bit embarrassed, she'd give her that much. Not without shame. Good.

             “Well, uh, kind of complicated, but, uh, the boys said that I couldn’t manage to grab their favorite things.”

             Selina looked the girl over. She was probably the new one to the group, the spotted French girl Jagged Stone mentioned in a few of his songs. She was young, and clearly good at getting what she wanted.

             “Where’s Jason’s?”

             “Uh, how did you…”

             “Answer the question.”

             “… behind the gardener’s shed. He really needs to stop leaving his keys in easy access pockets.”

             Selina nodded, looking over the girl. She was twisting a familiar looking ring… wasn’t that one of the Wayne family rings!?

             “How did you get that off Bruce?” Selina feigned nonchalance.  

             “… don’t judge me.”

             “Too late. Talk.”

             “Accidentally, I swear, just, he left the safe open and mid-terms stress and then…” the girl gestured helplessly.

             Selina could appreciate the honesty. She could also appreciate that the girl managed to get something off each boy.

             But now came the real test.

             “Kleptomaniac kind?”

             The girl flushed harder. “Yeah… I was going to return it, eventually… I think.”

             Selina looked over the girl once more, suddenly seeing an opportunity she should have taken back when she first saw Tim stalking her bats way back when. She could use her own mini.

             “How do you feel about cats?”

             Marinette shifted gears at that. “Real, memes, or Chat Noir?” Selina could feel there was a story there, one for another time. “If we’re talking real, they’re amazing, the memes are fun and Chat is…” the girl shook her head. “Complicated. And in London apparently, so he can’t judge me for my poor life choices.”

             Oh, Selina likes this one. “I’m guessing you’re Brucie’s latest pet project?”

             Marinette scrunched up her face at that. “I’m here to force a sense of fashion on this family if it kills me.”

             Selina smiled at that. “Oh, I do believe we’re going to get along wonderfully.” She extended her hand. “I go by Catwoman in the field.”

             Marinette paused for a moment before taking the extended hand with a grin of her own. “Ladybug—though we might want to go with something else for this... how do you feel about panjas bracelets?”

             Selina’s grin grew. “Oh, we’re going to get along perfectly.”

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             In the Batcave there was a meeting being held by a distressed Nightwing, impatiently waiting for the others to finish arriving.

             “Batgirl?”

             “She’s not on tonight,” Red Robin answered, quietly sipping his espresso in one of his lesser mugs. It seems like his bean got to his favorite earlier…

             “Black Bat?” Nightwing asked Batman.

             “She’s running with the Birds of Prey tonight—Oracle’s idea.”

             Nightwing seemed to accept this. “I’ll just forward them the power point.”

             Red Robin groaned. “Another one?”

             Red Hood shook his head. “Blame B. He got it in Dickie’s head that this is how you explain things to people. Bullet points.”

             “No names in the field,” Robin snapped.

             “No names in the field,” Red Hood mocked under his breath.

             Robin glared at him for that.

             “It’s a very effective method.” Batman stated defensively.

             “Yeah, on the League,” Red Robin grumbled into his coffee. The Batfam is full of (not really) professional detectives—they are capable of understanding without the bullet points of doom. Mostly.

             “Then I’ll just get started, Agent A, Lights!”

             The batcave dimmed to show only the projection of a power point title slide ‘Marinette Cannot Meet Selina, Ever.’

             “What the hell is this?” whispered Red Hood.

             “I allowed you to delay patrol, for this?” Batman sighed.

             “Silence! Nightwing is speaking.”

             “Thank you Robin, now, Marinette is under no circumstances to meet Selina.”

             “Why doesn’t he have to use codenames?” Red Hood wondered aloud. Only to be kicked by an aggressive Robin. “Ow! What the hell demon spawn!”

             “Silence,” Robin hissed.

             “As I Was Saying,” Nightwing loudly began. “Marinette is not allowed to meet Selina. It would be a disaster for us all.”

             “Its not she’d adopt her like a certain someone is trying to,” Red Hood stated, pointedly ignoring Robin’s attempts to silence him with threats of violence.

             Nightwing changed the slide with a sigh. “Exhibit A: Marinette enjoys shiny things, and so does Selina.”

             The slide showed two pictures, one of Marinette in various miraculous while holding one of Damian’s daggers, and the other of Selina with a very large gemstone necklace.

“Exhibit B, they are both prone to theft.”

             The next slide showed Catwoman stealing a necklace from a museum, and Marinette in Batman’s cape while using Tim’s phone and wearing one of Jason’s leather jackets, Titus laying at her feet.

             “Marinette does not stop at shiny things, as we can expect of Selina,” Robin explained.

             “You’re just mad Pixie managed to get past your security.”

             Robin glared at Red Hood.

             “That doesn’t explain why bean shouldn’t meet Selina,” Red Robin said. “Hm, maybe I should change the bean blend again? not getting enough of a buzz.”

             Nightwing sighed, changing the slide again. “If the two meet, we lose all we hold dear.”

             This time the slide showed a photoshopped Marinette and Selina sitting on a pile of miscellaneous objects.

             Batman sighed, deciding his eldest was just being overdramatic again.

             “Mari will learn new tricks from Selina.” Nightwing stated slowly. “Tag team with Selina, maybe even be the Robin to her Batman.” That got the room’s attention, albeit not the kind Nightwing wanted. “It would not just be Mari’s minor thefts anymore.”

             Red Robin rolled his eyes while Red Hood snorted a “yeah right.”

             Robin looked nervously as Nightwing finished his powerpoint.

             “Mari would rule Gotham and no one, not even us, would be able to stop her.”

             Batman decided that they wasted enough time on Nightwing’s bout of paranoia. “I highly doubt Selina would corrupt her.”

             At that moment a beaming stripped heroine walked in, wearing a new string of necklaces, with Catwoman at her side with an amused look of her own.

             “How dare you try to hide a kitten from me.”

             Nightwing threw his hands up. “I told you!”

             Batman stared while Robin began checking their systems… no alarms had gone off anywhere and they all knew the pair had stolen the necklaces that Marinette was sporting.

             Nightwing was right.  

             “Holy shit is this really happening?” Red Robin half-whispered, looking back and forth between the pair and a shocked Batman. “Is Catmom pulling a Batdad?”

             Catwoman flashed a smile. “Since someone wouldn’t let me take any birdies, I decided to take a kitten of my own.”

             “Why didn’t you tell me I could have more moms here!” Marinette exclaimed.

             At the groups growing look of horror, Catwoman’s grin grew. “Oh, I forgot to mention, Harley and Ivy are back. They want joint custody. She’s the Marigold Harley’s been tweeting about.”

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first thing i do after getting real internet back plus have the time to think, and its write and post this. hope you all enjoyed!

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Protective Brothers| Batfam! Reader x Spiderman

A/n: This was...interesting for me to write, I suppose. 

(Sh/n)= Supherhero's Name (N/n)= Nickname (M/n)= Middle Name    Prompt 4: "WOAH! I think you're overreacting about the situation!     (Y/n) Wayne was the second youngest out of her family, she was often fussed over and it was flattering at times, but it was annoying when they were ever out on patrol. (Sh/n) may have been the least respected hero in Gotham, this you blamed your brothers for, and they often would do safety measures in case.    "Dick! I had him!" (Y/n) growled, taking her mask off.    They were currently entering the Batcave and the (h/c)-ette was angered by the fact that Dick had knocked out every one of Joker's minions before (y/n) had a chance to even exchange smack talk with one of them.    "C'mon (Y/n), we just don't want you getting hurt. You haven't exactly proven that you know how to handle yourself." Your older brother, Jason, pointed out.    "That's because you guys won't let me! I'm sure if you let me have a chance to actually fight someone, you would be thoroughly impressed." You pleaded.    Tim ruffled your hair and laughed at the glare you gave him, he then had a serious look in his eye, "(Y/n), we just aren't sure if you have what it takes to be a hero."    You bit your tongue, if you went off on Tim right now it would just be another excuse they would be able to use on you, and you weren't going to allow them to have any more ammo then they already have.    "I just hate it when you guys gang up on me! Do you know how much (Sh/n) gets disrespected? Heck, even Damian is acting like he's older than me!" You defended    "Age is just a trivial number, it's the power of your mind that counts in life." Damian monotoned, he was about to your shoulder and he ruffled your hair as well.    You knew that they were teasing you, but it was just so annoying when the blocked out your voice. The laughs that erupted from the room got you so angry, you stormed away from the group of jerks that you called 'brothers' and stomped up to your room.    "I am so done with this!" you shouted before slamming your door.    All four seemed to appear at your door with inhuman speed and started knocking at it, their voices were overlapping one another. They may have been trying to make you feel better but their pleading got so annoying.    "C'mon (y/n)! We were just teasing!" Dick tried to reason.    "Hey, we promise to stop teasing you, (n/n)! You know we love you!" Tim attempted to coax.    "Great job, Damian!" Jason blamed.    "How is this my fault, Todd?!" Damian began.    You rolled your (e/c) eyes and you heard a knock on your window, you smiled when you turned your head and saw the love of your life, and weren't you glad that your brothers were arguing which makes escaping through the window a piece of cake. Opening the window, Peter attempted to give you a kiss but you stopped him.    'Not right now.' You mouthed, earning a confused look from him.    You pointed to your door which was the only thing keeping your brothers away from smothering you to death. Peter put down the lower part of his mask and nodded to you, meaning he understood. He held out his arm, the other one was hanging onto a web, and your smile grew wider. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let out a little 'yelp' when he began to swing into the night air.    "Were you brothers babying you again?" He asked, breaking the silence.    You just cuddled into his chest as a response and tightened your grip around his neck. He then stopped on top of the tallest building overlooking Gotham, it just so happened to be a 'Wayne Enterprises' building, and you sat next to each other in a comfy silence. You put your head on his shoulder and he began to run his fingers through your (h/c) hair. You began to tell him about how Dick decided to completely make sure you didn't get any action.    "I've trained to be a hero because I want to help people, I want to be someone the public could depend on, and I can't do that if they're constantly protecting me 24/7!" You ranted.    Peter just chuckled and put his chin on top of your head, he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck, and boy did that chill you out. You embraced him back and hummed in content.    "What are you doing in Gotham, anyway?" you asked him.    "Well, I have to fly to Germany soon for my first mission!" You giggled as you saw his eyes light up in excitement," I wanted to stop by to tell you!"    "Lucky!" You whined, "What is your first mission, exactly?"    "Against Captian America!" He mused.    Your eyes widened, Captian America?! He got to fight Captian...freakin' America?!? The only people you fight are your older brothers for your hotspot password when Alfred accidentally does something to the modem.    "I wish I was trusted with things like that!" You felt so angry right now.    You were a hero before Peter was, you were the one who helped train him, and you're going to be stuck in that house not going to Germany to fight anybody. You knew you were being selfish but it was just so unfair, you let go of Peter as a sign you needed space, but Peter didn't know that. It didn't take him that long to realize he had basically reminded you that you'd never be able to do the things you wanted with your brothers around.    "I'm sorry, (y/n), I just got excited." The brunette apologized," I didn't mean t-"    "No, I'm just being overdramatic at this point." You reasoned and you looked at him, "I'm proud of you, Pete."    You watched as his eyes brightened, he loved praise from you, and it reminded you of a puppy. You gave him a peck on the cheek and it was adorable watching him get so flustered.    "I love you, (n/n)." He said quietly, his face seemed closer to yours.    "I love you too, Underoos.~" You purred.    Usually, he would've gotten pretty mad at you for that nickname, but your face was getting increasingly closer to his own. Your lips were puckered and he puckered his own lips as well, ready for a kiss...but something stopped it.    You paled when you looked at it, this wasn't just any random projectile, and it scared you because you knew who it belonged to. That Batarang was your family's signature weapon and Peter saw it too, and he looked up at you.    "(Y/N) (M/N) WAYNE! HOW DARE YOU SNEAK OUT OF YOUR ROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!?!?" You knew that voice anywhere, Damian.    "WHO IS THAT WITH YOU!?" Jason held his gun up and you stood in front of Peter.    "HOLY HECK! THAT'S SPIDERMAN! I LOVE YOUR VIDEOS!" Dick mused, only to get hit by Tim.    "HE KIDNAPPED OUR SISTER!" Tim growled.    "Whoa! Don't you think you're overreacting about the situation?" You asked them.    Dick frowned but then shrugged. You sighed and told Peter you would handle this, Peter knew how you defensive you could get when it came to anyone you loved, but wasn't it a shame that your brothers never allowed you to demonstrate how defensive you could get.    "(Y/n) how long have you been seeing this wannabe hero?" Jason growled, his eyes glaring into your own.    "I will have you know that this 'wannabe hero' has actually listened to me when you guys haven't! He believes that I'm ready to be a hero!" You began.    "How long are you going to keep that up?" Damian deadpanned, "You're not ready yet."    Peter knew that wasn't true and took a big risk. Inhaling deeply and walking by your side, he was going to do the scariest thing that tends to kill a man, and that was meeting your family.    "I-I don't w-want to start anything," Stong start, Petey, "But, (y/n) is a great hero and i-if you g-gave her a chance, you may be im-impressed."    All four of your brothers glared at him, and Peter knew that he fucked up.    "Who do you think you are? I'm pretty sure I know my sister better than you do, 'Spidey', so I suggest you go back to that rathole you live in and never talk to my sister again." Tim growled.    Peter wasn't good when it came to being confronted, though it was kinda ironic depending on his job, and you could tell he was trying hard not to cry. Well, if that's the way their gonna treat Peter, then they're gonna have to face the consequences.    "THAT IS IT! YOU CANNOT TAKE PETER AWAY FROM ME OR TAKE ME AWAY FROM PETER! IF YOU GUYS ARE GONNA ACT LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME THEN I MAY AS WELL MOVE OUT!" You threatened.    They all looked at you in surprise, Peter included, and then they swarmed to you. Dick and Tim were much more caring and said things like "NO! I PROMISE WE'LL LET YOU GET SOME ACTION DURING PATROLS!" and "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE US! YOU'RE THE ONE THING KEEPING US FROM KILLING EACH OTHER!"...then we had Jason and Damian saying stuff like "I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND CHAIN YOU TO YOUR ROOM IF YOU LEAVE!" or "I WILL KILL HIM IF YOU DECIDE TO RUN OFF WITH HIM!". Their voices were overlapping again and you just started shouting at them as well.    Peter watched in the distance as he saw you screaming over your brothers until one strong hand was put on his shoulder. He looked up in surprise to face BATMAN HIMSELF!    "You're (Y/n)'s boyfriend, I'm assuming?" He began in his usual deep tone.    "Y-yes s-sir, I-I am that b-boyfriend." Peter wasn't sure if he was scared or just elated.    "I know you're gonna take care of her, you have been the past 2 years you two were together," Batman explained, maybe having the intention to intimidate the young hero with his detective skills, "So don't give up because those four told you."    He pointed at the robins and Peter smiled when he saw that you had one arm pinning Jason's arm behind his back and the other on Damian's pressure point, Tim and Dick help up their hands in surrender and gave the caped crusader a pleading look.    "Don't worry, sir! I won't."    ~Bonus~    "BRUCE! CALL HER OFF!"Jason grunted, he let out a pained whimper when you tightened your grip.    "Then both of you take back what you said about my Petey!" You growled.    "NEVER!" Both Jason and Damian shouted, only to whimper when you began to tighten the grip on both of your brothers.    "Maybe we should start letting her go on missions." Tim murmured.    "Yeah, maybe we should..." Dick agreed.

#Batfam x reader #Batfam x you #Batbros x reader #batbros x you #Dc x reader #Dc x you #Marvel x reader #Marvel x you #MCU x reader #MCU x you #Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker x you #Spiderman x reader #Spiderman x you

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the midnight raven

ao3 

AN: as of now this is a one shot, but if people express interest in a bigger story about this, I’d give it a go 

janis+damian, implied beginning of romantic cady/janis. rated teen for mentions of violence.

Taking punches, kicking ass, that she can do. Letting people in? Less so.

Her back hits the window for the third time, and all she has time for is a simple “oh shit”.

The glass gives way beneath her body and she’s falling, nothing beneath her but empty space or beside her but rushing wind. When her back hits the concrete, the little air she had left escapes in one heavy puff of white smoke. She coughs heavily, her whole chest rattling with the effort, and feels something wet splatter on her lips, followed by a metallic tang on her tongue. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and doesn’t even need to look, only be grateful that she chose black all that time ago for this very purpose.

That’s just what she needs.

She rolls over onto her side, only for every muscle in her body to protest, rather loudly. Somewhere in her dazed mind, she realises that must’ve been quite the fall, for her to feel like this. She also realises that it’s possible she might have a concussion. She’ll add that to the list of things she has to work with after tonight. Her arm screams out in pain as she attempts to push herself up, twice buckling under her weight before she can stand. Her legs are only slightly better, though still not as steady as she’d like them to be. She coughs heavily, wincing at the strain on her sore body, and heaves up another mouthful of blood onto the pavement. It glistens sickeningly in the faint glow of the nearby streetlamp, almost like it’s mocking her. Somehow, Damian’s words echo in her mind-you’re extremely durable, not indestructible, Janis-and they feel particularly potent now. Carefully, she presses two fingers against her chest, moving them slowly and steadily until she finds the worst spots, which she does with hissed breath and gritted teeth.

At least four broken ribs, and it’s not even midnight yet. That’s got to be a record. 

The hair on the back of her neck stands up, a prickle of cold sweat running down her back, and she turns around just in time for yellow light to blind her for a second before fading. The backdoor swings open, and at first it appears a living shadow steps through. Until her eyes adjust, and she sees it’s just a man. The same man who just drop-kicked her through the window, now looking at her with equal parts confusion and anger. Judging by that expression, the gun in his hand is merely a precaution. It normally is when it comes to this. After a 100 feet fall, a bullet to the head would just speed up the inevitable for anyone else.

“So it’s true,” he tells her, and his mouth curves into a grin. His voice is smooth, a little too smooth, like it’s been ironed out, lest he give anything away. There’s only the faintest hint of an English accent left. It’s no doubt a learned trick, and he does it well, even though he can’t quite manage to disguise the slight fascination in it. She can’t say she blames him. “You cannot die.”

“No I can,” she tells him. “I just choose not to. I find it a little inconvenient and I have plans next week.” She straightens up, despite the ache in her spine, and squares her shoulders, her bloody chin raised at him. “So, are we doing this the easy way or the hard way? Because trust me, I think you’d prefer the easy way.”

She hears the cocking of a gun, the sight disguised by the shadows, and for a moment, she tenses. Janis has tested herself a lot, done all sorts of crazy shit just to see if she could, but a gunshot has been the one boundary she’s not dared to cross yet. She doesn’t feel like crossing it tonight either.

“Hard way then,” she sighs and she raises her fists. 

Shots ring out and her brain instantly tells her where to go, ducking and dodging the raining bullets as quickly as he can fire them. Every cell in her body feels like it’s buzzing, her nerves anticipating his moves before he can make them. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches the end of the alleyway, where the dark criminal underworld meets the city streets. Not a lot out this time of night, in this part of town, but that doesn’t mean no-one. Anyone could hear this, from a well-meaning citizen to a curious drunkard, and the last thing she needs is someone who shouldn’t be here. Keeping herself safe is hard enough, even with her added protections.

“Well that was a nice little show,” she calls out as she backs away, further into the shadowy corners of the back alley. “Want to go get some more bullets and try again? I don’t mind waiting, honestly.”

“You know I’ve heard all about you,” he tells her, and his voice follows her. She sighs in relief, only because she knows he can’t see her. “The great protector of this city. The champion of the underdog, so they say. Some call you an angel, sure you are sent from above. Others are not so sure. There are some in this city who believe your origin is far less noble.”

“If I wanted to know my reputation, I’d check Twitter,” she tells him. “Is that all you’ve got? That some people don’t like me.” She keeps walking, her hand stretched out behind her, feeling for a back wall. Nothing so far, but it’s close. “Because frankly, I don’t even like myself, so it’s not a burn.”

“No, no, not that,” he tells her. “I was going to tell you that despite everything people have said about you, they have all failed to mention how god damned irritating you are.”

The voice is closer now, and when he lunges at her, it’s with a frustrated snarl. She blocks it with a kick to his stomach, a punch to his jaw. He swings at her and she ducks, hooks her leg around his to topple him to the ground. It’s one of the first moves she learned, and one of her best. Unfortunately, it’s also one of her signature moves and people have come to know it. To expect it. The guy grabs her by the back of her shirt and pulls her to her feet, his grip not once loosening despite her hardest kicks, to his legs, his stomach, to the place the sun doesn’t shine. Up close, under the dull porch light, she can see the fury in his eyes, making him look more animal than human, and he doesn’t once let up. Instead, there’s the coolness of a blade against her cheek, and she stills. She’s no stranger to knife fights, and nine times out of ten they amount to papercuts, but this guy did his homework. The blade is jagged, long, and capable of far more than a mere pocket knife.

Time to be smart, she tells herself.

“Who do you work for?” he whispers. “The police in this town don’t like you, so it can’t be them. The FBI? The Bureau, is that who it is?”

“I don’t work for anyone,” she tells him. “With them, occasionally, not for them.” His grip on her top tightens and a strangled cry escapes her lips. The blade presses closer, and further down this time, against her side, and she realises. He means to torture whatever information he wants out of her.

Good fucking luck, buddy, is all she can think.

“Okay, so you don’t want to talk about that,” he breathes. His voice shakes slightly, like a taut string being plucked at. “Fine, I don’t need to know.” Behind him, Janis notices a metal stairwell, probably a fire escape. Too dark for him to see, but that’s what she’s here for, and she swallows her smile. At least, until the knife pushes through her shirt and she feels blood running down over her skin, down along her abdomen and into her leg. And with it comes dull, throbbing pain, and she bites back the cry. “What I do need to know is where you sent my cargo.”

“You mean the kids?” she spits back, and he presses the knife harder. She almost feels something, almost. She shakes her head and allows the smirk to form on her lips, unable to resist the satisfaction. “Like I'm telling you. They’re free, and you can run and tell your boss that.”

“No.” His voice is deep, throaty, almost a growl and certainly not intentional. She wonders if she should enjoy this, watching a man like him come undone. Damian would say she shouldn’t, but that’s the good part of not having Damian here. Even when he pushes the knife further into her, and the sharp pain flares up, she doesn’t drop it. “You will tell me. You will. Or-”

“Or you’ll what? Kill me?” She shakes her head, despite the way her mouth runs dry at the motion, bile creeping up and stinging the back of her throat. “No, you won’t. You can’t kill me when I know what you want to know. And I’ll go through anything before I tell you where those kids are.” She grins, and knows he can see the blood on her teeth. “So you can suck it, asshole.” She coughs again, but does him the courtesy of avoiding his face. “Now I am willing to offer you a deal here.”

“What kind of deal can you possibly offer me?”

“You tell me where your base of operations is, and I don’t call the cops on your bitch ass,” she tells him. “That seems like a more than fair deal, don’t you think? I get what I need and you get to go home.” His face hardens at her offer, and his hand moves from her shoulder to her throat, pressing down until her gasps are strained and thin. “Okay so I’ll take that as a no?”

“You can take that as a go to hell,” he tells her. For a second, something flickers behind his eyes, something beyond the cold, calculated mask she’s fought with all night. A forced reminder that the monsters she fights with aren’t entirely monsters, and it threatens to drag up that stupid empathy she sometimes has. “You know what Hayden would do to me if I told anyone about him?”

“So it’s a definite no, then?” she asks. He only glares, and that’s all she needs. She’s grown bored of pleading with them, trying to gently coax them to the light. She’s done with offering them deals none of them want to take. She only ever did it for Damian’s sake in the first place and since none of them want the light, it’s far more efficient this way. “Okey dokey.”

Her knee hits his stomach and his hand jerks from her throat. Once she’s free from that it’s a simple one-two to his stomach and kick to his chest to disorient him. And as he stumbles backwards, she aims her wide swing right to his temple, and his eyes widen just before she makes the blow.

It only takes one punch, and next thing she’s handcuffing him to the fire escape. She did consider letting him dangle there, because honestly he deserves to, but she opts for letting him sit crumpled against the wall, cuffed arm raised up high. She scribbles down the location, straining her eyes to make out the name on the street sign, and that’s her done. All in a day’s work, and now she can clock-out, as it were. 

Right after she gets this to the nearest cop. 

With the paper safely folded into her pants pocket, she begins making her way there. The map of the city is almost perfectly clear in her mind-she can attribute both her enhanced memory and many nights of studying it to that-and if she’s right the nearest cop lives only three streets from here. Well, that’s not entirely true. The nearest one actually lives in the next street over, but he’s a dick and so even with her fun array of injuries, she’s willing to take the long way round just to not give him the satisfaction of her visit. Besides, she’s fine, really.

Completely fine.

Her feet hit the ground on the other side of the wall, silent but not steady. She actually comes close to hitting the ground again, stretching out her hand just in the nick of time. Dimly, she realises she’s normally better than that, but her instincts feel muted right now. Like a picture drawn with a blunt pencil. She keeps her body low as she makes her way through the streets, not wanting to find out what might happen if she attempts to stand up any further than she already is. Best case scenario, vomit on the sidewalk and the nice citizens of Chicago could do without that. She keeps her head ducked too; the normally-faint streetlights suddenly exceedingly bright tonight, glaring down intensely at her. Or maybe that’s just her. Didn’t she suspect something about a head trauma a minute ago? She’s fairly certain she did.

She’s made it to the bottom of Cop Dickhead’s street before she realises she’s probably not getting any further than this. She pauses for a moment, one hand on her knee, her chest heaving. She’s still in the darkness; she’s learned where the safest shadows of this city are, mapped out routes for her to sneak back home undetected. Except now she’s accepting that she likely isn’t making it home, not in this state, and instead might have to settle for one of their safe spots; the abandoned phone booths all over the city. Just call her Superman. But instead of changing, she can patch herself up there, as long as Damian can grab what she needs. She should be reaching for her phone, but that can wait, she guesses. She needs… What does she need? Painkillers, definitely. Water, that would be good. And bandages, some for her face, some for her arm. A voice whispers needle and thread but she shakes her head, wondering why she’d need those. She’d only need those for stitches, and she’d only need stitches if-

Oh right. She was stabbed. She glances down at herself, barely making out her hand pressed against her side. Her gaze is blurred and unfocussed, and growing steadily darker the longer she looks at it. Slowly, and with monumental effort, she lifts her hand up to her face, and watches it tremble, the glove stiff and cold.

I should probably sort that out, she thinks, and perhaps says out loud. Then she hits the ground and the last thing she feels is the soft breath escaping her mouth.

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The warmth is the first thing she registers when she wakes up. If you can call it “waking up”. More a slow, gradual, ‘waking up and falling back asleep and then waking up and then vibing in this little grey area for god knows how long’. And given the crap she just put her body through, she’s more than happy to rest while she can. But when her senses do catch up with her mind and drag her further away from sleep, the first thing she registers is warmth. It’s nice, and it holds her in sleep-or whatever this is- a little longer.

Slowly, she begins becoming aware of everything else, even with her eyes closed. The pillow beneath her head, the slightly scratchy wool of the blanket over her, the slight angle her body sits on as she rests on the couch, her feet just touching the edge and-

Wait. No.

Her eyes fly open, her body bolting upright. Her hands tremble this time not from pain or overuse, and her eyes fly everywhere. Her already-heightened senses work overtime, taking in each and every detail, and she falls further into anxiety with each one. She tosses the blanket off her, recoiling from it like it’s alive. Everything is so, so unfamiliar to her-from the green patterned wallpaper to the cluttered coffee table to the couch she’s sitting on. Even the sounds aren’t right; no coffee being brewed in the kitchen, a clock that ticks too loudly and too quickly, cars outside moving far too fast. It slams into her one after the other-wrong, wrong, wrong-and she immediately starts looking for an escape route. One window, she notes. First floor. Easy. Another door, leading into a hall. She likes it less for a few reasons, but it’s there.

“You’re awake.”

She stifles a gasp and turns slowly at the voice, her neck twinging as she does so. They didn’t sound malicious, or gloating, but she knows not to take anything for granted. She starts looking around the room, this time for a weapon, only to realise the weight still around her waist-baton is still in her belt, along with her nunchucks and back-up handcuffs. 

If she has been captured, they aren’t very good at it.

When she finds whoever it is, she finds herself startled by what she sees. First off at how young they are-her age, or thereabouts-and secondly, everything else. Her companion is clad in a yellow plaid shirt and khakis, their light brown hair is held back in a loose braid. Blue eyes peer at her over a striped ceramic bowl, a faint scattering of freckles across their nose. They might as well have “non-threatening” written on their forehead, and for a second she almost relaxes. Almost. Instead her hand rests on her baton, hand poised to grab it.

“You brought me here,” she states. 

“Mm-hm.” The stranger takes a step forward and Janis backs up, her hand slightly outstretched. A small look of hurt passes across their face, but they take the message and stay where they are, their eyes never leaving her. “I found you passed out on the sidewalk. You were-are-pretty badly banged up. And I didn’t know what to do, so I took you here.”

“You took me here,” she repeats. “Where is here?” Normally she tries to keep up her persona in front of civilians, in the rare moments she interacts with them, but for now her brain is so frazzled she’s glad she can speak at all. 

“Oh, uh, one second.” The stranger darts around to the coffee table, respecting Janis’ request for distance at the same time. They go around in a complete circle before reaching it and lifting a letter off the table, reading from the top corner. “54 Aldergrove Way.”

Aldergrove Way. So she’s just the next street over from where she was. Even closer to where she was headed. Well, that works out, if she isn’t about to be tortured and then dumped in the sewers. 

“You want some cereal?” 

“What?” Her new companion-or whatever they are-simply shrugs, a small smile on their face, and nods at the bowl. So she didn’t mishear them. It would almost be better if she were being tortured, she thinks. At least she has a plan for that.

“Thought you might want to eat something,” they explain simply, as if they’re old friends coming in after a night out. The suggestion, the way it’s delivered, it’s all so bizarre that Janis can only mumble a ‘no thanks’ in response, image be damned.

“Suit yourself,” they mumble with a shrug. “I’m Cady by the way. Cady Heron.” Janis nods, the muscles in her neck twinging in protest. Like she said, it must’ve been quite the fall. She looks over at Cady, her eyes quickly flitting over her. With every second, the theory that she’s been captured looks less and less likely. Even disregarding the fact that they’re obviously in a well-lit, residential street-hardly ideal for a criminal underworld, Cady gives off the vibe that she wouldn’t even pirate a movie, let alone anything else. She doesn’t relax though, because she can’t.

“I don’t know how many times you’ve taken a stranger off the street, but for future reference maybe don’t tell them your first and last name,” she explains. Cady nods again, her mouth pressed into a thin line.

“I’ll make a note of that.” She twirls the spoon about in her cereal, her lips pursed as she fills the silence between them with small, nonsensical sounds. Their eyes don’t leave Janis though, and they hold a thousand and one questions and frankly, Janis can’t blame them. “So you got hurt pretty badly.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles in reply. Her hand travels down her body, checking out the damage now that she has the time. “How long was I out for?”

“Oh, um, about twenty five minutes? Half an hour, maybe.” They scratch the back of their neck and Janis tries not to smile. “I think I got there just after you passed out.”

“What were you even doing back there?” she asks. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s dangerous to be out there alone?”

“You were there,” they point out. “I went to buy some milk. And I wasn’t alone. One of the neighbours was with me, but she wanted to call 911. I told her I’d take care of you and that I’d call an ambulance from here.” Janis opens her mouth, but her whole rant must already be on her face because Cady smiles, a gentle chuckle escaping them, and shakes their head. “I haven’t called anyone yet. I wasn’t sure if I should. I was going to call my parents-they’re at some overnight conference thing at the university, but they’d probably freak out. And then call the cops.”

Hm. They’re smarter than they look. Janis simply nods at her before swinging her legs around the front of the couch, her lips clamped shut to conceal the worst of the damage. Still, that half hour nap must have done some good, because she can already feel her body restoring itself. Moving is still a pain, but not as much as it was before and some of the aches have already faded to background noise. Her ribs are still fucked, but they won’t take long to get back. Same with her back. The head she’ll have to think about, but she guesses it wasn’t so bad or it’s already started healing itself. Gingerly, she lifts up her shirt, cautious of Cady’s presence, and feels around her abdomen, only for her fingers to hit a strip of gauze. Her head snaps up, eyes wide, and Cady only shrugs.

“You were bleeding,” they say matter-of-factly, with the unsaid tone of ‘what else was I going to do?’. Janis stutters for a minute, and blood rushes to their cheeks as they think of Cady bandaging her bare stomach, her unconscious and none the wiser.

“You know how to fix a stab wound?” she asks.

“Yeah. I uh… I learned a lot of survival skills where I used to live,” they explain. “Including how to give stitches. Luckily I had my med pack on hand. If you want, I can show you my certificate.”

“That won’t be necessary,” she tells her. The smile spreads across her face before she can stop it and all she can do is duck her head and hope Cady doesn’t notice. Bad for the public image and whatnot. Can’t have the people of her city knowing that their silent, stoic protector has a soft side, or one that can be easily reached at that. Most of them think she doesn’t feel anything and it works better for all of them if it stays that way.

The smile fades but doesn’t disappear as she reaches up and pushes her blood-coated hair away from her face, her fingers checking for other cuts or scrapes. She comes across a callous bruise beneath her fingers, as well as a fair amount of scrapes, but decides not to fret on it. They’ll be gone by tomorrow. But then she realises there’s nothing between her hand and her face; the scrap of fabric she’s become so accustomed to is gone, and that panic from before sparks up in her like a flare.

“My mask,” she gasps, this time springing to her feet. She looks over at Cady, either accusing her or sharing her panic, she doesn’t even know. “I don’t have my mask.”

“Here, here, I do.” Cady bends down and grabs it from its spot, half-hidden beneath the brochures and letters on the coffee table. She holds it out in front of her, and Janis doesn’t miss the fearful spark in her eye. Some small, asshole part of her thinks good, you should be scared. Another part wants to hold her hand and tell her it’s okay. She doesn’t give into either though. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken it. I just wanted to see if your face needed anything.” Janis takes her mask and Cady steps back. “I saw the bruises. Wanted to see if it was any worse. I have ice packs in the freezer if you-”

“You took my mask off,” Janis says again. “You’ve seen my face.”

“Yes.”

Janis turns away from her and hurriedly ties the mask back on. It’s a neat little design on her part-a clasp hidden beneath a thick ribbon to reduce the chances of it falling off. Not a lot of good it did now, though, if Cady was able to get it off her. The mask has a purpose, to separate her two lives. To minimise the damage she causes. It’s the part she fights hardest to protect, but clearly she’s not fighting hard enough.

“So you know who I am.”

“No,” Cady replies. “I have literally never seen you before, ever. In my life.” She hears Cady shrugging behind her, and for a moment rolls her eyes at herself. Of course she doesn’t know her. Several people in this city don’t know her. “I just moved here. Yesterday.” Regardless, Cady’s seen her face now, there’s no going back from that.

“I’ve heard of you though.”

“What?” Janis turns then, more comfortable beneath the mask, and finds Cady half sitting on the arm of the couch, drumming her nails on her bowl. She still looks casual on the outside, as though they’re far more friendly than they actually are, but there’s a tension in her shoulders that betrays her.

“When we were moving in yesterday, I saw the murals. And people, the neighbours, they told us stuff,” she explains in a low voice. “A masked vigilante who walks the streets. Keeps watch over the city. Does the cop’s job for them.” Janis chuckles at that, half-proud of herself. “I almost didn’t believe them. Maybe I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t seen the murals. But here you are.” They gesture at Janis. “The Midnight Raven.”

“Oh shush,” she sighs. “Honestly it’s such a pretentious nickname. I’d have been fine with the Raven even, but everyone needs a gimmick apparently.” Cady laughs as Janis folds her arms, and she can’t not notice how nice her laugh is. Like sunny summer afternoons and strawberry ice cream and green grass, that kind of nice. So nice that Janis finds herself smiling back.

“You should complain,” Cady tells her. “Write into the papers, tell them you don’t like it.”

“Because that will do wonders for my public image,” she sighs as she falls back onto the couch. The levity doesn’t last, and she’s forced to look at the situation head-on. Cady looks out of the corner of their eye at her, a slightly curious look about them.

“If it’s anything, not everyone thinks you’re a monster,” they say softly. “The girls across the street, for instance, they think you’re amazing.” Janis hums in acknowledgment, but their words quickly fade away. Her public image is the last thing she’s concerned about right now. Cady’s safety on the other hand, well that’s all she can think about. There’s a reason her secret is so closely-guarded and it’s very little to do with her.

“Cady, I need you to listen to me.” Cady turns to her, the last traces of composure draining from their face. Severity is a strange look on a face like hers, and Janis feels bad for putting it there. She doesn’t belong in this, with her. But she was too kind-hearted not to be. “Cady, think. Did anyone see you with me? Anyone at all?”

“No.” They shake their head. “No, the street was empty. I mean, my neighbour helped me carry you, but that was it. They didn’t come inside.” Janis nods, her teeth grit. Just their neighbours. But they just moved here. They don’t know who to trust. 

“This is important,” she tells them. “If… if someone comes and asks if you’ve seen or heard anything suspicious, maybe something relating to a violent crime, deny it. You never saw anything. You were in here watching TV or whatever it is you do. You’ve never even seen me before, is that clear? You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Anyone?”

“Anyone.” 

Cady swallows thickly, their eyes widening like they’re only just realising the weight of what they’ve gotten into. They look so lost, even in their own home, and Janis relates, a little. Relates to that feeling of being thrust into a new world and new rules and not knowing where to turn. The feeling of carrying so much and being unable to share the load.

So against her better judgement, she pulls her glove off and places her calloused hand over Cady’s soft one.

“Thank you, Cady,” she says. “You didn’t have to do what you did for me.”

“Yeah, I did,” they reply, a faint smile playing on their lips. “It’s the least anyone can do for you, right?”

Something stirs in Janis’ chest then, something alien but not unfamiliar. And not unwelcome either. Cady looks at her through their lashes and Janis finds herself wishing they had met somewhere else. Somewhere normal. Because despite the circumstances, she likes them. They might only have had this time together, but she can tell the kind of person Cady is. And she doesn’t need any superpowers for it.

The tinny ringing of her cellphone fills the room, the device humming against her hip, and she curses under her breath. Cady squeaks and backs up from her as she takes the phone out, even averting their eyes to give her privacy.

“Damian,” she breathes. 

“You answered,” is all he says. She rolls her eyes, but she knows the meaning behind it. They started this a while ago, a way of keeping him sane. Five missed calls from him and she’s probably in serious danger or worse. The nightmare scenario. What exactly he’d do if she missed five calls, she doesn’t know. All she can do is make damn sure he never has to do anything. And her answering on the first call is a rare sight indeed, and the relief in his voice shows it.

“Yeah, I did.”

“So you’re okay?”

“I’m…” Her voice trails off, and her gaze moves involuntarily towards Cady. Who knows what would have become of her if not for them? She doesn’t believe she would have died, but there are endless possibilities besides that. She still winces every time she breathes too quickly, and the stab wound in her side is making its presence known. “I’ll be okay. I’m out. It’s over. I’ll be home soon.”

“Okay,” he breathes. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Only if you go the hell to sleep,” is her reply, and he chuckles on the other end. Damian might not come out on patrols or missions with her, but his word was true when he said they were in it together. If she’s up then he’s up, despite her best efforts to keep him at bay. “You’ll text?”

“I promise,” she tells him firmly. “Fifteen minutes, tops.”

“Holding you to it,” he replies before he hangs up. She lets the dial tone ring in her ear for a few seconds before she cuts it off and holds the phone close to her chest instead. Despite Cady’s turned back, and the almost-ease she’s beginning to feel here, she can’t help feeling she’s violated Damian here. Whatever she feels about Cady, Damian has never met them. And even if Cady isn’t on the “bad side”, she could still slip up. A tiny detail is all a person like Hayden might need to get to her.

“I should go,” she says over her shoulder. “I need to get home.”

“Didn’t think superheroes had homes,” Cady replies, swinging off the couch. Janis chuckles drly as she turns and she finds herself face to face with Cady and those big, round eyes of theirs, the unwillingness to let her leave evident in them. Her chest hurts, not from the fall, and she quickly realises why. She’s seen that expression on Damian before. That shouldn’t freak her out like it does.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” they ask. “Out there, I mean. What if you pass out again?”

“I won’t.” She tugs on her gloves and checks her belt again. “I hardly ever pass out. This was the exception.” Cady nods, but the concern doesn’t quite leave her eyes. Janis swallows a laugh. Maybe if Cady knew all she was capable of she’d be less reluctant to see her go. “Trust me. I’ll be fine. And if I’m not-” Her voice catches there, unsure of where her words were headed. I know where to find you feels the most natural course, but she doesn’t like it. It’s too close to I’ll see you again and she’d prefer to not see Cady after tonight.  “You know.”

“I do.”

Cady shows her to the bathroom window after she asks if there’s another way out. From there it’s only a short hop to the next house over, and then it’s a clear path along the streets, even with her exhausted legs.

 She thanks them again and wishes she was better at this. Like everything about this vigilante shit, talking to civilians looks far easier in the movies. They’re all so confident, so at ease in her superhero persona that they charm the cute girl with just a few short words. Janis hasn’t quite mastered that part yet and so after some awkward deliberation she leaves Cady with a pat on the arm and a “be careful”.

Cady responds “you too” just as she climbs out the window and it almost makes her lose her footing. Not that she does this to impress anyone, but she hopes Cady didn’t see that. For the public image and all.

                                                                        ******

It’s well past noon when Damian enters her room, all the delicacy of a one-man brass band. She doesn’t even open her eyes when he sits down on the bed, instead greeting him with a heavy groan that says more than words could right now. “Fuck off” is the general vibe she was going for, but with an added undertone of “why are you asking me to be awake right now”. She has no doubt he picks up on the subtext of her groans, given that he picks up on everything else about her, but he elects to ignore it and pulls open the curtains instead, letting in what he calls “god’s natural daylight”.

In her state, she’d be inclined to call it “Satan’s personal headlamp” and she pulls the blanket over her head, her free hand flipping the bird at him.

“Well good morning to you too,” he says indignantly and he sets himself down on the foot of her bed. “Do I want to know what time you went to sleep at?”

“It was early,” she tells him from her makeshift cave. “Early for me anyway.”

“Mm-hm. You may have gotten in before midnight, I have no doubt you were up to the small hours brooding.” That gets her to flip the covers off and fix him with a resentful glare, her dark hair falling in front of her face.

“I do not brood,” she tells him pointedly and he only raises an eyebrow. With a sigh, she pulls herself into a half-sit, mindful of her ribs. Damian watches her as she does so, hands poised to help, and she avoids his gaze for the time being.

He’s half-right about last night. Not that she’d call it brooding, but she couldn’t go right to sleep after she came in, despite how shattered she felt (and still feels). Her mind was too preoccupied with the fight and Hayden and everything from the past few weeks. And Cady, funnily enough.

Thankfully, Damian does know when to drop it.

“Apple or chocolate?”

“Apple please.” He tosses her a package wrapped in white paper, still warm and soft from the bakery ovens. As she’s tearing into it, a chilled bottle of orange juice lands on her lap, as does a protein bar and a banana soon after, all from the little corner store. Cheap and does the trick.

“So what’s your damage?” he asks as she eats. He takes his little Hamilton notebook out of his bag and clicks open his pen. “And do not bullshit me.”

Janis heaves a sigh, stopping short when the pain tugs at her chest.

“Couple of cracked ribs,” she explains. Damian’s expression darkens, but he nods. “Uh, I banged my head a few times, but I think it’s better. Had a pretty bad shiner last night, is it still there?”

“Not really,” he says. He shifts closer to her. “Only now that you’ve pointed it out.”

“Cool. I fell out a window too. Not fun. Cut me up quite a bit but…” She holds out her arms, which last night were covered in thin, deep cuts. Overnight most have faded to pale pink lines, only a few still red. By tomorrow, they’ll be nothing but a memory. And thankfully, she had the foresight to wash the blood off before climbing into bed. “My back’s a little screwed from that. As is my everywhere else. I’d give that a week maybe. And…” 

She holds her breath, wishing she had stopped after her back. Or that Damian was a worse friend, and wasn’t sitting hanging onto her every word, waiting for her next injury so he can try to take care of her. And then record it, make notes on how long it takes her to heal from what. Over the past year, he’s kept a record of every sprain, fracture, bruise and break she’s sustained in that book of his, as well as how quickly she recovers from each one. ‘So when it happens again, we know how long it’ll be,’ he told her. Admittedly, it was a good plan, and one that keeps him from worrying too much. But there’s nothing in there on knife wounds, which means she’s about to drop a new entry on him.

He doesn’t cope well with those.

“And I got stabbed.”

“Stabbed?” he echoes. She raises her eyebrows, her finger flying to her lips to remind him her parents are nearby. He rolls his eyes and lowers his voice, but the urgency doesn’t leave his tone. “Stabbed. Like with a knife?”

“No Damian, with a hairbrush. Yes, with a knife.”

“And it… and it hurt you?” he asks. “I thought knives couldn’t hurt you.”

“Technically they can. It would just have to be a very very good knife. In the hands of a person who is very, very good with knives.” Her free hand slips beneath her covers and rests over the bandages on her side. She hasn’t checked beneath them yet. “It’ll be fine. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

“I got stitches,” she tells him. “I got myself patched up. I’m okay. I know it’s new, but I’d say give it a week and I’ll be good as new.” She looks up and is met with him blinking in surprise, his pen falling from his fingers, and it takes her a minute to catch up with him. She’ll blame that on the recent head trauma.

“You got stitches?” he says slowly.

“Yeah.”

“So… you went to the hospital?” She sighs heavily and runs a hand through her ponytail.

“No.” She could lie, of course, but she doesn’t, because a, he would know, and b, it would only delay it. So she watches as confusion spreads across Damian’s face, his mind working to fix a puzzle he only has half the pieces to, until he looks and silently asks her to fill it in. She shrugs, acting like it means nothing, and picks at a loose thread on her bed. “Someone patched me up.”

“Someone patched you up?” he says. “Who in the heck patched you up? Because there is only one person who patches you up after a fight, and I did no such thing last night.”

“I’m not cheating on you if that’s your worry,” she tells him. She shakes her head, stopping suddenly when the pain flares up. “Look, you don’t need to worry. It was a one time thing.” She shrugs and pulls harder on the thread. “And odds are I’m not going to see them again.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’m going to put all my effort into avoiding them,” she says flatly. “It shouldn’t have even happened. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were never even meant to see me. Now I’m staying out of their life for good.” She clenches her fist. “It’s better that way, right?”

“If you say so,” Damian replies, although he sounds even less convinced than she does. His hand half-reaches out and then pulls back, his eyes lingering on that spot under the blanket. “Can I…”

He doesn’t need to finish. She pushes the covers back and pulls her shirt off, grunting at her stiff muscles. Damian’s eyes widen when he sees it, and his face turns two shades paler. It’s also the first time Janis has seen it properly. A thick square of white gauze and bandage covers her side, possibly more than necessary, and a small spot of red spoils the pristine whiteness. Gingerly, she starts pulling at the medical tape and peeling the bandages back, just to see. The stitches are small, neat, precise. Clearly, Cady knew what they were doing. What kind of life had they had before, she has to wonder. Hopefully more peaceful than hers is.

“And you think a week?” Damian asks.

“Yeah,” she whispers. She presses her hand against the wound and closes her eyes. She’s only done this once or twice, and she’s still not sure if it actually works or it’s just her imagination. But she swears she can feel it, feel her body fixing itself from the inside out. “Maybe a little bit more. If it’s not done by then, we get it checked out.” She carefully replaced the bandage. “I’ll think of an excuse.”

Damian gives a soft chuckle, and Janis slowly lowers her shirt. At least a week until she recovers from everything. Far less than most people get with stuff like this, she knows, but the days still stretch out before her. And that’s with pretending to be normal on top of it, going about her Janis-life like nothing happened. And assuming-hoping-the Midnight Raven isn’t needed for that time.

Sometimes she wonders if she’ll ever really get a break, or if this is her now. Breaking and healing only to break again. Stuck in a cycle of her own making.

“Here.” Damian taps her arm and hands her over the pastry before opening the orange juice for her. She rolls her eyes at him, not needing to be fed like this, but he only grins. “Enjoy it, bitch. For the next week, this treatment is what you’re getting. Now eat up and I’ll find you some clothes.” He presses a quick kiss to her head before moving over to her closet.

Still, at least she’s got Damian.

                                                                          ******

Her weekend is dedicated to getting her body back to where it needs to be. Which mainly involves a lot of lying around and staying hydrated while her body does the work. It also involves a fair amount of talking around her parents. Over the past four years, she’s become pretty adept at that and she adds that to the list of things that scare her.

She didn’t plan on telling them at first. Because she’d learned from the only sources she had-movies and TV shows- that the hero keeps their antics a secret from their parents. For their own safety and reasons she understood to varying degrees. They’d never understand, they’d put a stop to it, they’d mess it up… somehow. She wasn’t comfortable with it, not at all, but it was what superheroes did, apparently. So that’s what she did… for a week. It all came to a head very quickly, and her close relationship with them came back to bite her. So she took them to the garage and let them watch as she lifted the front of her father’s car with ease. She wasn’t letting them in all the way, she’s not that crazy, but she leaves the door open for them.

She told them enough to keep them in the know. Her parents know what she can do and that she can handle more than she should. They know sometimes they shouldn’t check her bedroom at night and not to ask when she comes downstairs with a black eye. And they support her, even if they don’t know everything. Her mom gives her herbal tea and her dad makes her grandma’s famous cure-all soup and they don’t question why she alternates between her bed and the couch all weekend or how bruises disappear from her face overnight. And in return, Janis shakes her head at all the characters on her screen, wishing she could yell at them to just tell them, it’ll be fine, trust her.

By the time she heads into school on Monday, she already feels halfway there. Like she predicted, the cuts on her arms are gone, and her head feels perfectly fine. Her side and her ribs still bother her, sure, but she knows how to take care of herself at school. Appearing normal is second nature to her now, and she could slip into the less dangerous, but equally difficult world of high school as just Janis, and no-one would be wiser.

Even now she sits at her desk, doodling mermaids in the margins of her notebook and laughing with Damian about his plans for drama class-which involve using his adopted ensemble of freshmen-and the events of Friday night seem a world away.

Ms Norbury claps her hands to signal the start of class (the “shut up” signal as Janis dubbed it last year) just as Janis is leaning forward to flick Damian with her pencil for a rather saucy comment. She sits down in her seat, chewing her pencil and giving Damian a look that says ‘I will get you later for that’ while the rest of the class settles down. She takes a swig of water, her ribs just slightly troubling her and sits forward, adding a few more details to her mermaid doodles. The door opens and out of the corner of her eye she notices Mr Duvall’s shoes.

“May I have your attention please,” he asks. “I’d like to introduce a new student to your class. Her name is Caddy Heron.”

“Actually, it’s Cady.”

Shit.

Her pencil falls from her hand, her fingers turning cold. It rolls off her desk and clatters on the tiled floor, the tiny sound drowned out by Janis’ heartbeat and that voice, that name echoing around her mind. She lifts her head slowly and turns it in their direction, hoping against all hope that this is a mistake, that her near-perfect ears misheard, that it was just a daydream mixing with reality. She’d take anything, but instead gets nothing. Because standing up at the front of the room, just as she remembers them, is Cady. Caramel coloured hair, falling loose past their shoulders this time, in a blue flannel instead of a yellow one. But the same person who patched her up, and she swore she was avoiding at all costs, is standing at the front of her freaking homeroom and this goes beyond fate mocking her. From now on, she’s calling Fate a grade-A bitch and not caring what it does to her in return. 

Cady’s eyes scan the room, all bright and alert and adding to that ‘excited puppy’ vibe she has going on. That is, until they land on Janis. They blink for a second, like a deer caught in headlights, and then their mouth opens and closes wordlessly. Janis gives them a small wave, unsure of what the hell else to do here, especially since she’s kind of busy falling down a spiral herself. Cady waves back, the gesture even smaller than Janis’ was. Damian turns around, a silent question in his eyes, and she only nods. The last thing she sees is the panicked confusion taking over Damian’s face before she buries her face in her hands.

This teenage vigilante thing just got a hell of a lot more complicated.

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Shadows and thorns.

Part III

‘Let them talk’ Those were the words that echoed in her mind, over and over, and in many different ways. In panic, fear, delight, thrill, in many others she couldn't put a finger on. When she reached the castle, panting, she took a deep breath and tried to find composure. ‘Let them talk’, with his his deep, smooth voice her mind screamed, and she closed her eyes tight to expel the thought.

As a daughter of Azarath, Rhachel has been told all her life she must do everything to fulfill her duties. Including marrying a High Lord or Prince and bear his children. It also meant leaving her homeland, wed a man she did not know, she may not even like. That was her destiny. Wed Wallace West that was the arrangement. Not Prince Damian Al Ghul. Never in her six and ten years of life she had experienced so many emotions in a short period of time. She closes her eyes, telling herself to get a grip. No matter her name, her title, she will always be a Roth, brave, noble and true. There’s no reason to be afraid.

“I was growing concerned about your absence.” Constantine muttered quietly, his blue eyes asking silently for the reason behind her noticeable absence. His presence had caught her asleep at the wheel. She couldn’t tell him the truth.

“You worry too much. I was at the stables with Melchior.” she replied, unable to control her shaky voice, her bottom lip quivers as she tries to force a smile. She wasn't fine. She was struck to the bone with a feeling, the very same one that she felt when she first laid eyes on the prince. It burned and delighted her all at once. She was filled with breathless wonder and overwhelming sorrow that both brought tightness to her chest and a lump in her throat. “I thought he might be agitated in this foreign land.”

Constantine raised a brow in disbelief. “Be mindful of your words and actions. This place is a bloody pit of vipers.” John breathed to her ear, only she could hear his voice, firm and wary. It took her several minutes to tranquilize herself. Entering the grand dining hall, the guests were engaged in raucous conversations, men laughing and drinking wine of the finest quality, couples dancing. She finally found a place to sit with other noble ladies, as far as possible from the royal family’s table. Away from him.

Rhachel averted her gaze to look at Wallace a few tables over, drinking and laughing with his friends. He hadn't spoken to her since the feast started, she couldn’t blame him, though she may have purposely made herself unavailable. She observed him, everything about him emanated masculinity, strength and youthful arrogance. Prince Damian though was completely...no. Those intrusive thoughts again.

Damian was gentle, alluring, tempting. Yes, he was all that and much more. His hair shone softly with the color of the night sky. It was shorter and not nearly as curly as Wallace’s red locks. He had prominent cheekbones, high on his face, and lips as inviting as any Rhachel had ever seen. Lips that could that make her soar the sky, with the lightest brush against her skin, whispered kind and inviting words. Perhaps the most striking of all his features were his eyes. They were a vivid shade of green, resembling emeralds, that sparkled with intelligence and depth and darkened with desire and mischief.

~~~

Damian sat gracefully with his face leaning against his hand as he tried not to look as bored as he felt. He just came back more than a couple of minutes ago yet, he was already bored, which made his mind wander to Rhachel Roth. He closed his eyes, remembering, feeling the sudden urge to see her and hear her daring, charming voice. The white Raven soon to be his if her guardian agreed to break off the betrothal to the West heir. His eager eyes searched for her in the dining hall, until they found her.

She was staggeringly beautiful in her long gown, a lovely garment of lavender silk whose bodice was chased with dainty silver filigree and some precious stones. The neckline was low enough to bare the swell of her cleavage, and it hugged the deep curve of her waist so that every man, lady could see her body had developed, completely, wonderfully. She was only sixteen he had heard, but she had already possessed a woman's figure. His thoughts already ran wild with what that young figure may look like under all those silks.

A bold idea emerged in his mind, as a boyish smirk appeared on his face. Impatiently he rose from the table, not caring to give a proper explanation to his grandfather or Lady mother. He walked confidently across the dinning hall, towards a corner of it, where she was sitting with other ladies he couldn’t identify for the time being. His mind deliberately set on asking the Azarathian princess for a dance.

The white haired girl was too occupied, thinking of ways to avoid the audacious prince when she heard the ladies at the table tattling, ‘he’s coming’, sighing in awe. She didn’t have to look up, she felt his peculiar and magnetic presence. She silently prayed for Azar to give her strength to remain collected. She raised her head to meet his gaze.

"Lady Roth.” Damian said expectantly, voice rolling over the words like silk. “Would you honor me with a dance?” He bowed gallantly and stretched his right arm to her.

Her eyelashes fluttered as nervousness seeped through her veins. The table went silent, numerous sets of eyes focused on her. She had to reply. She couldn’t decline his offer, it could be seen as an offense. She nodded faintly. “Of course, Your Grace.” she whispered weakly. She hesitated for a minute, but reached for the hand he offered to her cordially, letting his wrap his warm fingers around hers and draw her into the dancing crowd.

“Your Grace. I do not understand your intentions.” She cleared her throat and spoke nervously, gazing at him as she frowned.

He surprised her, when his other hand, found her waist, bringing her body closer to his. He started to twirl them gently around the room, attracting the attention of other couples dancing. Rhachel had tried to shut down her heart. Explaining the feelings Damian Al Ghul had awakened within her with that one single heavy word that filled her with anxiety and dread. No, she wouldn’t dare pronounce it.

"I cannot help but feel that we are fated to meet more than once, my princess of thorns.” He confessed solemnly and Rhachel flinched. "When I first laid eyes on you. I wished to speak to you. The gods allowed me that moments ago at the royal stables, but I fear I cannot get enough now.” His words knocked down her walls, and she suddenly felt very vulnerable. "Rhachel, May I call you by your name?" He breathed urgently and huskily close to her ear, she went weak at her knees and could barely remain standing.

“It’s not appropriate, Your Grace.” She breathed, turning her head away slightly. Her name sounded so poetic on his tongue. Her mouth was suddenly dry, and she had to swallow in order to wet her lips.

Damian ran fingers ran through her moonlight hair, feeling it soft as silk against his calloused fingers. He bent forward, taking a deep breath of the lavender she seemed to have bathed in. The touch was electric, sending a warm tingle coursing through her frame. A fluttering sensation which spread its wings like a butterfly, journeying in a flight until it settled somewhere in the lower part of her belly.

“They say that before the tournament ends. The King will announce your betrothal to Lady Troy.” The words slipped out of her mouth unconsciously. It was not something she had intended on bringing up. It was not her concern who the prince married, shared his bed with, fathered children or anything he did. Yet the thought of the distinguished Amazonian princess on Damian’s arm or any woman, made her stomach clench.

“They don’t get a say in my betrothal. It is for me to decide who will be my bride.” He raised his voice, declaring indignantly, resolutely, with an air of authority he wore like a second skin. His face had hardened. Certainly, she could see Damian Al Ghul becoming a wise, righteous and admirable ruler of Nanda Parbat.

“Besides, I already have another lady in mind. She’s thoughtful, assertive, bewildering as lovely. She has brought indescribably joy into my life.” He looked at her with a playful, confident smirk, as he spun her in an exhilarating waltz.

She cleared her throat. “This all sounds scandalous, Your Grace. It seems to me you wish to kiss this lady.” she had whispered, feeling emboldened by his words. The suffocating feeling grew strongly inside her, constricting her chest tightly. All she wanted to do was to push him away, right there, in the middle of the hall. Run away from him.

“Rhachel.” He pronounced her name slowly, tenderly, pressing his body against hers. "Did you feel it too? When you first saw me, were you struck breathless, as I was?" He was dangerously too close. She could perceive his fervent and overwhelming desire emanating from his figure. Yes, she wanted to say. A million times, yes. Yet, she buried her yearning for him. It was forbidden, even if they wanted to cancel the betrothal. She can’t.

He expertly twirled her across the room. To describe Damian as ordinary would be a terrible injustice. He was holding her steady, knowing exactly when to turn and when to slow down. He was in complete control, he has mastered the art of dancing.

She then closed her eyes, and breathed in deep. When she opened them, she looked down at her feet, gathering courage before saying. “I cannot give you the answer you wish to hear, your Grace.” Delight and sorrow seemed to blend together in her heart, brewing a poisonous mixture.

“You can’t or is it fear stopping you?” He grasped her tiny wrist carefully, calculating his force, he did not want to hurt her, his brows knitted questioningly.

Rhachel smiled at Damian, beginning to take a liking to this enigmatic prince, but her smile faded as he stopped dancing and she broke away from his arms. It felt strange to suddenly be separate from his body despite only embracing for a short while. Rhachel shook her head, denying her own feelings. Her dream was, she knew deep down, a mere fancy, a remnant of a desire that would forever remain unspoken. “I have to retire to my chamber, Your Grace.” She muttered quietly, broken. A lump forming in her throat, teary eyed.

“Call me Damian. At least grant me that wish.” Damian didn’t want let her go. He debate to take her in his arms, keep her close and safe, taste those pink lips. Her soft pearl like skin. The scent of her essence, it was mysterious, floral and pleasant. He wanted her urgently. His desire for the princess went beyond reason. “Please” he never pleaded but for her, he’d put his pride aside, just to hear articulate his name with her melodious, soft voice. “Good night, Damian.” She whispered only to him, dropping into a curtsy, unable to hold his gaze, before leaving for her chambers.

“Rhachel Roth, I will make you the next Queen of Nanda Parbat.” Damian promised to himself, he clenched his fists and remained where he was. Determination and fire running through his veins.

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Broken, not perfect, but together. - Chapter 10

Fandom: DC comics, Batman

Pairings: Jonathan Kent x Damian Wayne (JonDami) & Jason Todd x Timothy Drake (JayTim)

Rating/Tags: Family feels, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, running away, unresolved romantic tension

Other(s) links: AO3

Broken.

The Batfamily was broken.

It was six years ago, and they had barely stood together since then, trying to stand up despite guilt and regret.

Damian  was sure there was nothing to save, not after losing something that he  didn’t know he cared about. But when a new opportunity to get back what  they had lost appeared, he cannot help to doubt as his past decisions  haunt him again.

If you love somebody, set them free. But you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

Chapter Summary: He knew he wasn't a good father, he had always knew. But he was trying, like always. And he knew he couldn't get rid of all his mistakes too, but at least he wasn't alone facing them. He had Clark, he always had Clark, even commiting the same mistakes.

Chapter 10

 Six years ago

 Contrary to what many people seemed to think, Bruce didn’t always have everything under control.

 He was trying, what was different. With all his strength, every day, with all the means and knowledge he had. Even if it was never enough, over and over again. The key was in that, in trying. It didn’t matter how many doubts were around him, how many problems arose against him or how much they tried to stop him, he had to keep trying, to solve it, showing a calm and in control facade so others didn’t know how much his mistakes or indecision haunted him in every step he took.

 Bruce knew there was no need to do it, to be so controlling or to bury his insecurities so deeply and hidden from anyone who dared to look. But he also knew where those problems came from, everything that had fed them, and what brought them to light.

The desire to control even what he couldn’t born in him from the moment in which the sound of the lifeless bodies of his parents resounded in that alley, that fateful night, and since then he lived with it. That desire to watch, intervene, and always be prepared for the worst grew as he did too, and became the man, the supposed hero, he’s now. And it was when those closest to him suffered or were injured by his decisions or failures, which reaffirmed more and more in his being.

 That feeling, that need, was like a vine with thorns. Pointy, infinite, dangerous, and sturdy, rooted within him without any limit, pressing and suffocating him everywhere, ready to hang him. It scratched his scars so that he would always remember them, suffocated his mind so that he would never forget it, and strangled his soul and that of those around him, because it was a double-edged sword where the line of protecting or controlling was easily blurred.

He couldn't get rid of it either, because then, what would be left of him? He was Batman. Batman. The one who always had a plan, a contingency, who stood out for his critical sense and his mind, what always had another alternative. He was the one whom the others looked at when they were trapped in a situation with no way out, the one who kept calm in extreme situations, the one who was able to save the day or the world thanks to his control.

 He couldn't lose that, but it's not like he wanted to, or knew how, either. So, doing his best was all that was left. Keep calm, control. He tries it.

 He tried but the manor was quiet. He knew it wasn’t something unexpected after what happened three nights ago, but it kept worrying him because it was as if everything had turned off suddenly.

Damian's firm, light footsteps were no longer heard in the hallways, his youngest son hadn’t left his room since that night, he had also refused to receive anyone and was recovering from his sprained ankle. The soft Richard’s laugh had also vanished, he was like a ghost, he knew that he walked around the corridors from time to time because he couldn’t bear the confinement, but he was impossible to detect. Alfred's courtesy couldn’t be seen either, he knew that the man was not only angry, but that he respected his desire to be alone right now. The presence of his daughter, Cassandra, was also lying much in need, as much as she was silent in itself, her stay was always appreciated. Stephanie's jokes had been replaced by cautious and angry looks upon learning what happened. Barbara hadn't even deigned to answer him when he asked for a certain favor the night before. Timothy and Jason had fallen into complete silence, nothing unexpected.

 It was afternoon, but Bruce was in his office in the manor, thinking about how the place he had managed to fill with laughs, footsteps, and life over the years was now as empty and silent as when Thomas and Martha Wayne died.

He hadn't moved much, from the big chair in front of the expensive office desk, because he was still thoughtful and analyzing the argument that had happened in the cave three days before.

 Bruce knew he wasn’t a good father. Like all of him, he was trying, but he was very aware of reality. If someone asked him about the mistakes he had made regarding his children, he could list each and every one of them by heart, classify them by different categories, and then recite them out loud almost without thinking. This, obviously, was because he had them in his mind and insanely at all times and, of course, feed again those cravings for control that dominated him. The fear of losing them was too much, he couldn’t bear it, and that led him back to enter that infinite cycle that dominated his life.

The more he loved his children, the more he needed to protect them. That, in one way or another, involved controlling them and their environment, and the more he tried to do it, the more damage he did directly or indirectly. He always ended up failing, making mistakes. And these mistakes were present again, trying not to be repeated for then commit others instead.

 He was also aware that most of his children hadn’t had an easy life. Everyone came to him as children whose circumstances had been difficult and unfavorable. He couldn’t be responsible for the trauma or abuse that others had done to them, he just helped to mitigate it, give them the happy, healthy home they deserved and tried to change things where possible. But at the end of the day, the adult who took responsibility for them was him, and definitely had made mistakes.

 The worst and what tormented him most at the moment, is that if he listed those mistakes and removed the most obvious and indisputable of the list -how, for example, involve all of them in their crime crusade - most of them involved Tim and Jason in some way or another.

 That certainly didn’t help him.

 If he initially wouldn’t have been so hurt by Dick's departure to the Titans, perhaps he would have considered not controlling Jason the way he did when he adopted him or making the same mistakes as with his first child. If he hadn't been so convinced that the wounded but brave boy from the Bowery, needed Robin, he might not have felt like he needed to fill his older brother's shoes and run away later. If he had made it to Ethiopia in time, to the warehouse, Jason wouldn’t have died. If Jason hadn't died, he wouldn't have fallen into the spiral of self-destruction that Tim had to save him from, and he wouldn’t have turned him into Robin. If he hadn't turned Tim into Robin, maybe his parents were still alive, maybe he would have had a normal and happy life. If Tim had a normal life, Jason wouldn’t have risen with so much hatred and resentment towards them and wouldn’t have tried to kill him. If he hadn’t "died" later, Tim wouldn’t have lost another person, nor fallen into the same self-destruction from which no one could save him now.

 If... If not...

 There were so many events that he could have changed, and others not. So many mistakes, so many things could have been better. Everything turned in his head and had harassed him for three days. His bad decisions, the possibilities, the memories, all of that filled him with guilt and uncertainty, blamed him that it didn’t matter how human he was, how much he felt, because his mistakes always had more weight and consequences in the people he loved, whatever he did.

He remembered the despair he felt while holding Jason's corpse, bloody and broken as the warehouse burned and collapsed around him. The fear that ran through him when he helped to trait Tim's wounds after Red Hood's beating him up at the Titans' tower too, knowing who had done it. He remembered the disappointment and pain that Jason's spiteful words provoked him when he was ready to kill the Joker. Also, the understanding of Tim's tears after his father's death.

 They were his sons. His sons. He felt and suffered more for them than for himself, and for the fact that because of his own crusade their lives have been so affected.

They had big hearts, unshakable will, and unmatched bravery. A potential within them that drove them to help others innately, to fight with everything they owned. It was that light, that ability, why they were Robin.

 However, that didn’t take away the fact that his field-acquired wounds, both emotional and physical, could affect them on a deeper level than they could think. Endangering themselves, the other, and the rest of them with that hidden relationship that was revealed three nights ago.

 Jason was the brave and fighting boy from the streets who decided to fight the crime he experienced firsthand. But the trauma related to the abuse, the streets, and his own death was still very entrenched inside him, shaping his decisions both inside and outside his vigilant life. The Lazarus Pit had made him violent and angry, a killer who lost control when one of his triggers of said trauma appeared, including the bats themselves. As much as he had improved his control, they still had no guarantee that the Pit Rage would appear at any time and become a threat for all of them again.

Tim, the sweet little Tim, was still the smart and kind boy who threw away all opportunity to live a normal wealthy child life to become an extraordinary hero, someone who cared for and saved people in a selfless and sacrificed way. But the experiences that came along with that decision were not as kind as he was, and while Tim gave his all, without contemplation, in exchange he lost family, friends and stability. Bruce was not stupid, he recognizes a severe depression when he saw it, and although no one knows what happened to his third child during the time he was lost in time -or what he had to do to get him out- it had to be bad enough for Timothy became the lifeless emotionless shadow which was now.

 “You’ve been years without knowing anything from us!” Jason said three nights ago.

 It wasn't true, but it wasn't false either. He couldn't deny it with the same force as Richard did, because as much as he would like to say that both of them were still integrated in the family, it wasn’t true. They hadn't been in a long time, and they couldn't run away from it.

For him, it was always easier to treat Jason as if he had been a fallen soldier in battle because doing it as the son he left to die was too painful, it kept shaking him to the depths of his existence, perhaps that was why he hadn’t been able to integrate him among them again, in addition to all the history resulting from those events. He couldn't ignore his morality and methods, destructive and totally different from his. Neither the numerous attempts to harm him or the rest of the family, especially Tim. There was the fact that Red Hood operated in Gotham apart from the Outlaws, yes, but they hardly worked together or cooperated. They had their territories very defined, but he could barely catch a glimpse of Red Hood without twisting things, neither Jason. He knew that sometimes he was in the cave or the manor, but he always made sure not to see him and not stay long unless it was necessary.

For his part, Timothy, after he returned from his "death" and accepted Damian as Robin, he adopted the Red Robin alias and seemed to disappear entirely. He claimed to be in favor of carving out his own name as a hero, but he was elusive, smart, and determined. He went to live alone, to work with the Titans or at WE. It didn’t matter how many calls they made, how many emergencies or meetings would be held. Tim barely stepped on the manor, he didn’t stop to talk about anything other than the vigilant job, and long periods passed without seeing him. He hid his wounds very carefully and his habits began to be dangerous for him. They knew enough to realize that he was trying too hard and something was going very wrong but reaching out to help him without scaring him in the process was hard, complicated.

 Maybe for all that and more, his sons didn’t trust him enough to reveal what was going on between them, that they were dating. He didn't blame them, he really deserved it, because he couldn't figure it out either. He also deserved they were angry with him and his opinion on the matter.

 They could get mad at him, hate him, or yell at him. But he really believed that he had reason to say that relationship was something that should be discussed or thought more carefully.

Relationships on the field were dangerous, he knew it personally, and he still remembered the discomfort that had plagued the team when Barbara and Dick broke up so many years ago, not to mention Tim and Stephanie too. And he also remembers the serious injuries Jason inflicted on Tim, how much Red Hood lost control around him, and how little Tim has always valued himself and his injuries.

 Jason's problems along with Timothy's emotional state were not a good combination at all. It wasn’t. It didn't matter how they looked at it, nor how many years will pass. Their story was too rough, there was too much torment, too much tension between them. They themselves were not in a position to have such a relationship with anyone, much less with the other. And if he already doubted the red team itself -despite its efficiency- he also couldn't help but doubt this.

 He couldn't leave them to destroy each other, he couldn't. He knew that was how it would end, and the simple possibility that it might happen made his cravings for control beg him to take the reins of everything again, to fix all this and do it now.

 However, he had already been too carried away by that feeling to know that it wasn’t a good idea to follow it. So, before he could do anything, he received a call. A call that lasted for hours, most of the night, where he got another perspective on the matter and helped him to decide and ask that favor from Barbara that he hadn't heard from yet.

 Despite knowing there would be no response yet, he couldn't help but check his phone again to make sure, eager to be able to do something about it instead of sitting for hours in that office evaluating and planning the best course of action.

 He was just going to think about that when a few firm touches on the window caught his attention, causing him to straighten and look at the window on his left suspiciously.

 Even though he had told him that he didn't need him to come, there he was, his call.

 Frowning, Bruce got up from his seat and went to the window to open it wide, looking at Clark Kent, who floated in front of him in his civilian clothes as if it were the most normal thing in Gotham in the middle of the afternoon.

Holding back a sigh, he opened the window and stepped aside to let him in, trying to decide what to say first.

 He was debating between a "What the hell are you doing here?" or "I specifically told you not to come here.” before the Super raised his hand and talked.

 “When was the last time you slept?” He asked, looking at him closely.

 Not even a "Hello, how are you?" before starting to enter the matter. It wasn’t necessary, they had already overcome that phase of their relationship for a long time. What's more, Clark didn't have to ask how he was doing, he already knew it, he knew it very well.

It had been him who had finished calling after the discussion in the cave with Tim and Jason because he knew that something happened to him only by his heartbeat. It's not like he could have hidden it from him, because not only would he have found out sooner or later, but because he already did, and he was his best friend, so he finished telling him everything. They talked too much, and the call lasted for hours, with both locked in their offices for more privacy and with Clark insisting on going to see him.

 He said there was no need, but he had ignored it, as always.

 “That’s not relevant.” He replied, frowning further.

 To Clark, that was the fragrant confirmation that -indeed- he hadn’t slept for three days. In his defense, Bruce would say he was too busy thinking about other things to allow himself a little rest. What's more, he wouldn't even have done it if he tried.

Every time he closed his eyes he listened to Tim's choked sobs and his weak voice begging him to leave them alone.

 Clark wasn't going to know that, but didn’t seem to like his answer at all, because he crossed his arms and looked at him the way he always did when he had no idea what to do with him.

 For a moment, Bruce had the slight hope that Clark would let him go, but it was Kent. So, when he grabbed his arm and dragged him onto the couch in the office to make him sit down with him, he wasn't even surprised. He just rolled his eyes and reminded himself that trying to fight Superman for this was not worth it, because he already knew the result, he had tried too many times. So, he ended up sitting next to him on the sofa and sighing heavily.

 “Sleep.” Clark said simply and shrugged. As if it were that easy.

 “I don't think it works that way, Kent.” He replied with a snort.

 Clark looked at him again disapprovingly a few seconds, then his annoyance softened, and his look turned into one of pure concern.

 “Rest, please.” He asked softly. “I know you, and I know there have been rough days, but it wouldn’t be better like this.”

 After a moment of silence, Bruce decided not to answer that and instead leaned on the sofa to look at the ceiling in silence, closing later his eyes and completely ignoring the tug on his chest that Clark's concern caused him.

That seemed to be an acceptable move for the Kryptonian, because then they were completely silent, together. Bruce could feel the warmth of the other's body, sitting too close. Also, how he tried not to move too much so as not to distract him or disturb his rest, which didn’t help much because he couldn’t rest by himself, but the effort was appreciated.

 He didn't keep track of how long they were quiet and just being aware of each other's presence, but Bruce found himself breaking that peace after a few minutes without even hesitate.

 “Why are you here?” He asked without changing his position.

 He felt Clark stir in his seat and his bluish gaze fixed on him.

 “I wanted to see how you were.” He replied directly. “Do I need something more to see you?”

 Again, he remained silent, that tug on his chest appearing again. However, unlike a few minutes ago, this time he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him too, meeting his face closer to his than he had originally thought.

 He didn't look away, neither did Clark. They just looked at each other intently and waited for the other to say something. A tension already known between them leaked into the room.

 If someone had told Bruce years ago that Superman would be his most supportive person in his life, who he would trust the most, maybe he would have laughed, a lot. Now, he would have no choice but to agree and say thanks for it.

Because if it hadn't been for that call and those hours of conversation, things would have been much worse, and the situation would have only exploded after he had done something crazy. It was Clark who helped him see that it wasn’t necessary to carry the burdens of his mistakes alone, but that it was easier to do it together. It made it lighter. It was Clark who told him that even Superman made mistakes, everyone did, and the thing was learning to live with them and fix them after all, but don't let them dictate your life. And, above all, it was Clark who convinced him not to take hasty actions and try to clarify things with Tim and Jason without emotions clouding his judgment.

 It was Clark, it was always Clark. The one who managed to make him reason, the one who broke each and every one of his barriers with ease, the one who gave him hope, the one who saw beyond the calculating and calm façade he showed. Clark, always Clark.

 “My son was here yesterday.” The Super ended up saying in a whisper, they were close enough to hear it.

 “I know.” Bruce answered.

 He always knew when Jonathan showed up at the manor to visit Damian. This time he even thanked him, because he didn’t know the state of his younger son, but he did know that Superboy could cheer him up. As much as he broke Gotham's “no meta” rules and the limits set by his parents, he decided to let it be.

 “And you were okay with that?” Clark asked, more curious than annoyed.

 “Yes.”

 “Why?”

 “What do you think?”

 His answer made that tension, known but unsolvable, grow even more. Clark swallowed hard and Bruce didn't look away.

 The truth is that they would have had to be very blind not to have realized that their sons were in love for a long time and hopelessly they were going to end up together. After all, it was something that had been happening and developing in front of them since they made them team as children, and what they also had avoided talking at all cost.

 If Bruce at this time wasn't so worried about what had happened with Tim and Jason and how to solve it, maybe he could stop to think about how unfair he and Clark were being not wanting to recognize the feelings that their sons had on the other.

 They would like to; they would really like to. But admit that would openly lead to mention Conner's fixation with Timothy, which would lead to the conclusion of that, for some reason, always has existed a connection/fixing between the Supers and the Bats. And to admit this fixation would mean declaring that it really exists, along with that... Something, between them.

 There was something. Something between Bruce and Clark which didn’t want to admit, speak, or recognize. They've been ignoring it for years and had always worked like this, they had no reason to bring it to light, nor act on it. However, recognizing the situation of their sons not only will make it much more real, if not that -in some way- impossible.

That doesn't make sense because it was already impossible anyway. Clark was married to Lois, Bruce was dating Selina, they have been best friends since the League was founded, and their children were going to end up together, so there was no way they could... What?

 Do what? To say what?

 There was nothing to do, nothing to say. It wouldn't do any good because it was too late. No matter how much they tried to ignore it, it was something that hung over their heads and the moment it arrived they had to impose their sons' happiness on theirs, because that was how it worked, that’s what it meant to be a dad.

Although maybe that's why they didn't want to admit it, maybe that's why they tried to postpone all that until they could no longer, because they knew that the moment their children spoke for themselves, the decision of both of them was made, and it was like closing a door definitively that they had never dared to cross, but whose existence knew.

 But that wasn’t the important thing at the moment. The important thing was Tim, Jason, their relationship, making sure they were safe and secure, and waiting until Oracle managed to contact them in order to see them. But that was a matter of time, he just had to wait.

 So, ready for it, Bruce turned away from Clark, snorted wearily, settled back on the couch, and closed his eyes to get some sleep after three days without rest.

And if Clark's hand held his in the process, was something between them and no one else.

 ~0.0~

 When he woke up, he was alone.

 The office was dark, it was already night, the window was closed, and Bruce was lying on the couch.

There was no sign of Clark, but before thinking about how he had taken advantage of the fact that he had fallen asleep to accommodate him and leave without saying anything, he focused on the light of the flashing notification from his phone that he had been waiting all day.

 "Don’t thank me. Say hi to Hood before the patrol.” Barbara's text said.

 She had done it; she had granted his request and had been successful. Oracle had managed to locate the red team to take them to the Cave and sort things out. To have a conversation about it without surprises or threats, just leaving the cards on the table at once. There were situations and secrets in the family that could no longer be ignored more, and this was one of them.

 Bruce didn’t have time to be surprised that it was precisely Jason who agreed to attend that appointment, because he realized that he should head there. It was time to prepare for the patrol and it was better not to make anyone wait this time. He was determined to make his position clear and protect his sons, as necessary.

 He was halfway to the cave entrance when a loud sound made his world stop and a jolt of terror prick him.

 Bang!

 He breathed for a second, and then, recognizing the sound as a shot, he went through the entrance and down into the cave as fast as possible. Everything in a pure ingrained instinct that he had acquired after so many years in the crusade against crime, which tightened his muscles and contracted his bones.

 With his heart hammering hard and thousands of possibilities and explanations piercing his mind, when he arrived at the cave precisely the least expected received him.

 The vision of Dick Grayson, gun in hand, with Jason Todd bleeding out on the floor, made him realize that everything had gone too far.

 There was no longer a solution.

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[huilian]

what messes with Oracle and didn’t survive?

AO3 Characters: Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne

Summary: three little birds, one little bat, and a spoiler.

Dick grimaced. “Well, if the world’s going to end, I want us to be together. There’s at least a hope of safety there.”

It was a sweet thing to say, but it did not negate the fact that there were currently five vigilantes of Gotham trying to prank the two of them. Dick’s platitudes about facing them together is just that. Platitudes. Babs would abandon him in a heart beat if it meant getting out of their pranking ways.

A/N: who is the one that didn't know that this week is dickbabs week? this girl right here.so instead of seven fics, have this one that combines the prompt of day 6 (if the world's going to end, I want us to be together), and day 7 (we've come a long way).  Enjoy! 

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“Dick!”

Babs has had it with cleaning up someone else’s messes. And she has most definitely had it with cleaning up Dick’s messes.

“What!”

He had the gal to act innocent. As if the evidence of the last mess was not still on Babs’ dining table.

“Control your little brothers!”

Dick came into the dining room with an innocent look in his face. Babs wanted to shout to him, but she also kinda wanted to kiss that stupid innocent face. She knew better than to think he’s truly innocent, though.

“What did they do, now?” Dick chuckled.

Babs did not stoop so low as to answer. She just gestured to her dining table. The sight of it should be answer enough.

“Come on, Babs. They’re just having fun.” Dick shrugged his shoulders. Easy for him to say, it’s not his dining table on the line.

“Glitters, Dick. Glitters,” Babs gritted out. “There’ll be glitters on my chair for months! Not to mention my dining table!”

“How do you know it’s one of my little brothers?” Dick asked.

“Don’t change the subject!”

“Worth a try.” Dick shrugged his shoulders. “But for real, how do you know it’s one of my little brothers? It could be Dinah.”

“Dinah will do a more subtle prank than this. Glitters, Dick. Glitters.”

Dick hummed. It’s infuriating. Why is he like this? Wait a moment…. Dick never acts innocent when he is truly innocent.

“Is this you? Are you pranking me right now?”

“What? No! I knew better than to prank you!”

“Good. Because if it’s you, you can kiss goodbye to the bed.” Dick had a sly look on his face that meant he’s going to say something about not needing the bed to have sex. “And to tech support. For a month.”

That shut him up pretty quickly. Dick could and would mess with Barbara Gordon, but Nightwing did not dare mess with Oracle. She is too valuable. Once upon a time it would have made Babs preen, but now it was just cold hard fact.

“It’s not me, Babs. From the look of the prank, it’s probably Jason.” Dick frowned. “Or Tim. Or maybe Damian.”

“I don’t care which one of your little brothers it is, it’s one of them. That makes this your mess. You clean it up.” Babs maneuvered her wheelchair out of the dining room. “There better be no glitters on my table after you’re done!”

“Babs, come on!”

“I’m going to order some food for breakfast. I expect the table to be clean when the food comes!”

“Oh, come on!” Dick shouted at Babs’ retreating chair. Babs didn’t care. She just kept rolling out.

Babs was going to kill Dick’s little brothers. It’s them. It had to be them. No one else has the guts to go against the all-mighty Oracle.

“Dick! I’m going to kill your brothers!” Babs would do it, too. She would. There was nothing Dick could say to keep her from killing his little brothers.

“You’ll get no objection from me, Babs! They put glue on the glitter! Glue! How the hell can I get it off the table?”

“It’s not just the table!” Babs shrieked. What did she do lately to deserve this? She had done nothing to deserve this. She was even playing nice with all the heroes and sometime-heroes who asked for her tech support.

“What? There’s another one of the glitter bombs?”

“Not one! Three!” Babs stopped, took another look, and said, “Scratch that. It’s four!”

“Four? I only have three little brothers, Babs.” Dick got out of the dining room to look at Babs. There was glitter on his hair, and on his clothes. There was glitter everywhere on him. “Do you think?”

“No,” Babs shook her head. “They wouldn’t dare.” They wouldn’t. Having one pranking them was bad enough, but to go against five of them? All five of them?

“There’s five glitter bombs, Babs. The numbers match.” Dick took a deep breath, and let it out. “It matches.”

“No.” Not Cass, surely not Cass. Steph, Babs could understand, but not Cass. Not to mention, could Damian even understand what a prank is?

“Unfortunately, yes.” Dick winced.

“They will level Gotham to the ground.” Visions of buildings in Gotham being levelled went through Babs’ head. “They’ll level the world to the ground.”

Dick grimaced. “Well, if the world’s going to end, I want us to be together. There’s at least a hope of safety there.”

It was a sweet thing to say, but it did not negate the fact that there were currently five vigilantes of Gotham trying to prank the two of them. Dick’s platitudes about facing them together is just that. Platitudes. Babs would abandon him in a heart beat if it meant getting out of their pranking ways.

“Bruce won’t let them!” It was one last futile hope that Babs had.

“Do you think they give a shit about what Bruce will let them do? Besides, Bruce is not here.”

“Alfred won’t let them!”

“Alfred is not here too, Babs. He’s with Bruce!” Dick said.

Babs let her head roll backwards and stared at the ceiling for a few moments. God, or someone up there, give her strength. “What did we do to deserve this?”

“Um… We proved them that we are capable of handling Gotham?”

“Ugh!” Babs raised her hands. “This is all your fault!”

“Hey! Some of it was your fault! You’ve been handling Gotham for longer than I have, Oracle.” Dick bent down so that he could look at Babs in the eye. It was not appreciated, and Babs made sure to tell him that by pushing him.  

“No, no that,” Babs said. “It’s your fault that there’s so many of them running around!”

“Me? I had nothing to do with that! It’s Bruce’s fault!”

“You’re the one who started it all!”

“Started what? Bruce adopting kids? Steph isn’t even his!”

“But the rest of them is!”

“You’re the one who ‘adopts’ Cass! And Steph! That’s two!”

“What about you? And don’t you dare say that you only have one! Tim won’t even care about Batman and Robin if he didn’t see you back then! Not to mention Duke is only here because of Robin, and who’s the first Robin, huh?”

“Hey, it’s Batman and Robin! It’s Bruce you should be blaming, not me!”

“Oh yeah? And who’s Batman now, Dick? Surprise, surprise, it’s you! You’ve been both Batman and Robin! It’s all your fault!”

“Wow.” A small voice made both Dick and Babs stop arguing and turn around. “I can’t believe you two haven’t even officially dated for a year, but you’re already arguing like an old married couple.”

It was Jason speaking. He seemed to be alone, but Babs would bet her computers that he was not alone. And he had another one of those damned glitter bombs in his hand. Where did they even get that many of them?

“Jay,” Dick began, “don’t.”

“Jason Peter Todd,” Babs said in the coldest voice she can muster, which is very cold indeed, “don’t you dare.”

“Sorry, Babs.” Jason shrugged. “Even if I don’t, there’s five more over there. I might as well draw first blood.”

“I will make your life hell, Jason. I will,” Babs warned.

“Eh, it’s already hell. This, however, is a taste of heaven.” And with that, Jason threw the first glitter bomb.

There was a war cry from the other side of the room, and five more glitter bombs joined Jason’s one. Giggles and laughter can be heard echoing throughout the room. Without even seeing them, Babs knew that it was Tim, Steph, Cass, and Damian. She couldn’t see them, anyway. There were so many glitters, that Babs couldn’t see anything.

Let them laugh, Babs thought, while holding her breath to keep from inhaling the avalanche of glitters. Babs was already devising vengeance.

Through all the giggles, Babs could hear Steph saying, “I cannot believe I just glitter bombed Oracle!”

After the glitters had dissipated somewhat, and Babs could see again, she saw Cass pulling in Steph close with a smile on her face, and it was so rare that she saw Cass smile so unguardedly that she almost wanted to smile too. Almost.

“You better believe it, Stephanie Brown, because you will be the one to clean this mess. And don’t you laugh, Cassandra, you’ll be cleaning them too,” Babs said in her Oracle voice, which has been said to be very different from her Barbara voice, or even, according to Dick, her Bargirl voice. Steph winced. Cass’ smile turned into a panicked expression. Babs liked her Oracle voice.

“I only joined because of peer pressure, Grayson. I do not wish to do this.”

Ah, Damian. It’s good that he can join in on pranks now-very different from the assassin child Babs had seen Dick took under his wings-but did it have to be glitters? And against them? Why can’t he play pranks against Colin? Or basically anybody but Babs.

“I thought I have talked to you about the dangers of peer pressure, Damian. Do we need to redo that conversation?” Dick’s tone suddenly turned mischievous, “And all the conversation after that?”

Damian’s eyes widen. “No, we do not need to redo that conversation, Grayson. We do not.”

Babs made eye contact with Dick, silently asking him what that hidden threat is. Dick did that head movement that always meant, ‘later’. Alright, then. Later. Now Babs can enjoy seeing Dick pester Damian.

“Then you can spend the time I had planned for the encore of that conversation helping to clean up Barbara’s apartment, can’t you?”

“Uhh.. I..”

“Go on, you can get a head start. Start with the dining table.” Dick inclined his head towards the dining room. Barbara can actually laugh seeing Damian’s shaken expression. It’s practically the same expression Dick used to have when Dad caught the two of them together. It had been hilarious then, and it was hilarious now. Especially on Damian’s face, which was normally so serious. He had come so far from that assassin child, hadn’t he?

Tim, never the one to turn away from a chance to insult Damian, laughed. It was not the right move to do. Dick zeroed in on him right away.

“What are you laughing at, Tim? You’ll be cleaning Babs’ apartment too. With Damian. And the girls.”

Damn. Babs knew that Dick can be scary when he wants to, but this was a whole new level. Tim gulped, and bravely tried, “You can’t tell me to do anything, Dick. I’m not Robin anymore.”

Ouch. That was a low blow. Striking there, of all places? Tim was always the one not to pull his punches. Babs flinched for Dick, because he didn’t. Flinched. Just said, “Oh really? Well, it’s up to you, of course, but if you don’t, then you’ll find Bart Allen being one photo richer. And to think of it, Conner Kent and Cassie Sandsmark too.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

The two of them glared at each other for a few moments, and apparently, Dick won, because Tim said, “Fine! Come on, Demon Brat! We better get started.”

Dick smirked. Babs smiled too, because Tim being taken cared of, Babs had only one target left to roast. Jason. Who was in the middle of trying to open the window.

It was nice that Babs had internalized Bruce’s lectures about always being prepared, because she could control everything in her apartment from her wheelchair. Babs pressed the button that shut down the window, and said, “Where do you think you’re going, Jason?”

Jason’s jacket was trapped when Babs shut down the windows. Good. Babs had no wish to chase him down, or more likely, have Dick chase him down. It would only create more chaos.

“Um, out?”

“You know perfectly well that you’re not going out before this apartment is sparkling clean, Jason. I thought Alfred raised you better than that.”

Jason froze where he was. It was a satisfying sight, the fearsome Red Hood frozen to the spot with his jacket trapped in the windows.

“Don’t tell Alfred,” Jason said. “He’ll come to hunt me down.”

“And we can’t have that, can we? It’ll ruin your drug lord reputation to have a British butler come to hunt you down.” Babs smiled. “So, you better go and help Tim and Damian, then.”

Jason glared at Babs. Babs just continue smiling serenely. Jason never won against her when he was Robin, why should he start now? It does not matter that it had been years since he was Robin and Babs was the semi-retired Batgirl. He didn’t win then, and he wouldn’t win now.

True to form, Jason huffed, then started to pry his jacket from the windows. Not to get out, but so that he could go and help the others. “Leave the jacket, Jason,” Babs said. “It’ll keep.”

“Okay, okay, Babs. Jeez.”

“Tim and Damian are already at work on the dining table,” here Babs raised her voice so that Tim and Damian in the dining room could hear, “or I hope so!” They could hear muffled arguments, and _something _falling down. Oh well. There’s nothing there that’s not filled with glitter anyway. “So you’ll start here.”

Jason grumbled, but he did leave his jacket at the windows and went to find the broom. It should bother Babs that Jason knew exactly where to find the broom in Babs’ apartment, but it didn’t. They were a family that showed affection by stalking, after all.

So, Babs turned to the girls, who were trying to make themselves as small as possible. Maybe they thought that Babs would forget them if they just stood still. Unluckily for them, Babs didn’t forget anything.

“Why are you two just standing around? Go on, chop, chop.”

Steph made the best betrayed expression she could make, and Cass… Well, in anybody else but Cass, Babs would have sworn that it was a pout. But it was Cass, and so it was just… a pout that didn’t fully form. Thankfully, Babs just had to glare at them a bit before they joined Jason in getting the brooms and the vacuum cleaner. She would hate to have to bring out the big guns.

Babs could feel arms going around her, and she let it. She even leaned back a bit so that the arms could fully enclose her. “Let’s go clean up, and lock ourselves in the bedroom, shall we? It’s maybe the only place not tainted by glitter, now.” Babs could feel Dick’s laughter in her ear as he said that.

Dick’s suggestion was actually a very good one. Even though they had just woken up, Babs felt like she could sleep again for several more hours. It must be all the exertion of herding the kids. Having Dick hold her while she slept did not hurt either.

“Don’t you go and have sex while we’re still here, you two!” Jason shouted.

There was a sound from the dining room that can only be Tim’s yelp, and then, “What? You two! Damian’s only eleven!”

“I am perfectly aware of the nuances of human reproduction, Drake!”

“No, you’re not! You’ve never seen Bruce had a go with Selina, have you? You know nothing about human reproduction!”

“Oh, are we talking about Bruce’s adventures with Catwoman? ‘Cause if we do, I need therapy from that time they did it like, a few feet next to me.”

“Oh, shut up, Steph! You’re only Robin for what? A few weeks? You can’t even begin to imagine all the therapy I would need! They did it in front of me, like, all the time!”

Dick gave Babs a look that conveyed all the annoyance and affection for the five little delinquents they had in her apartment, and then he lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom. He was laughing all the way there. Babs couldn’t help but to laugh along with him.

Later, in Babs’ bedroom, after all the glitters on their body were gone and the door to the bedroom firmly shut, Dick said, “Wow. Look how far we’ve come, Babs.”

“Huh?” Babs was lying down with her head on Dick’s chest, and it felt very nice. It felt so nice that Babs could barely think of anything else.

“We used to be the one doing the gagging! And now we’re the ones being gagged about!” Dick said, with a very large smile on his face.

“And you’re proud of that?” Babs asked.

“Well, I can list a few things we can be proud about instead, but then you’ll call me sappy.” Dick’s arms sneaked to her, and then he started playing with her hair.

“You are sappy, Dick Grayson,” Babs said, closing her eyes.

“No arguments there, Babs. No arguments there.”

ps. apparently I'm the kind of person who won't write when they have a lot of time to do so, but when they don't have the time, they write. hence, two fics in a short ammount of time i'm in an unpaid internship, but not a single fic during the weeks and weeks of holiday......

#dc #dickbabsweek #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #damian wayne #fic #lian writes

[foxydivaxx]

Bad Blood Chapter 1

Originally, this was meant to be connected to Young Justice: Demigods Arising but I have decided to tweak it a bit and make it the true Demigods Arising story of sorts. This is connected to the Osiris fic and whilst it is kinda Cassie-centric, it also focuses on other characters too. 

"Any news about Cassie?"

"Nah. No one has found her yet."

Tim sighs. It has been a month since Cassie disappeared after her humiliating defeat to Vanessa for the Wonder Girl title. Part of her regrets that decision to have said duel take place. She made that decision not considering what Cassie was going through then. The poor girl lost her then boyfriend Conner Kent and later got dumped by him. Sure, Conner returned but their relationship soon turned toxic to the point where the two engaged in a physical altercation in the School Hall that caused Cassie to get suspended for two weeks. As a result of this, Diana decided to punish her not taking into consideration Cassie’s physical and mental exhaustion at that point. According to Tatiana, Cassie overtrained herself and that led to Cassie’s humiliating defeat.

And now it is too late, Cassie has gone and would never return and if she ever returns, the girl would have joined the Dark Side which should not surprise anyone given her heritage and the negative influence of people like Ares. As if that wasn't bad enough, Cassie's younger twin sister Tatiana also followed suit. 

Adding more to the Cassie mystery is that she immediately deleted all her social media accounts on the same day as her defeat. That alone alarmed everyone as it is a well-known fact that Cassie loved taking selfies and playing around on social media and often talks to fans on there. But now that her presence is no longer felt, many began to panic, feeling that the poor girl might have committed suicide. This naturally led to the #JusticeForCassie campaign and #WonderWomanCancelled movement.

Please let Cassie not be dead.

Meanwhile in her room, Barbara was going through some files that she managed to dig up about HIVE case. So far she had managed to find some leads. Heck she can even say that she is far more competent and smarter than the entire Team as they are all a bunch of little kids. What was Batman thinking of putting little kids on a superhero team? Ok they are young kids, but they still could qualify for a wannabe superhero team since they all wear stupid outlandish costumes and use silly codenames, themselves and the so-called adults that call themselves Justice League. Seriously, what the fuck is that fucked up shit? Worst of the bunch as far as she is concerned is none other than Wonder Woman's little sidekick Cassie Sandsmark better known as Wonder Girl.

That girl is such a tragic trainwreck and a bitch. What did Tim and Conner ever see in her? What really pisses her off about the brat is that the girl reminds her of the stupid alien that Dick dated years ago. What was her name again? Oh yes Starfire. More like Hofire. Both of them are disgustingly beautiful. Starfire is a bit better because at least she can kick some ass. Cassie is completely useless that one forgets that she is supposed to be a fucking demigoddess yet someone like Damian can whoop her ass. She should even be able to go toe to toe with Supergirl and give her a nasty beatdown but nope, she gets her ass handed to her. Plus she dared to steal her Dickie from her.

Where did Diana find this child again? Oh yes, Diana did not find her instead the child fucking inserted herself into the Wonder Woman narrative just like Damian forced his way into the Robin title and never once earned nor deserved a single shit till recently. When will those brats learn? No wonder some people wished for Vanessa to take over as Wonder Girl. Ironically said girl is now Wonder Girl now how hilarious.

And alas, poor Cassie has disappeared and is nowhere to be seen. Well GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE! Barbara cackles evilly as she still plays around on her system.

Meanwhile at Gateway city, Tatiana was in her room with tears in her eyes whilst Donna comforts her. Cassie disappeared immediately after that defeat. One could understand why because that sort of defeat is very humiliating especially when the very girl that caused most of the unneeded drama in your life is responsible for it.

Making matters worse is the fact that many thought that Cassie was an irresponsible person and therefore unworthy to be Wonder Girl. This has been an ongoing debate for the past couple years. Sure Cassie has a temper but she can actually control said temper for the most part. The only reason that said rage has become more pronounced is as a result of Ares’ evil manipulation of his sister; something Diana and Zeus himself warned Cassie about. 

Cassie naturally took the bait since she had lost her powers during that time, not like anyone could blame her. Still the fact that many people bashed her for this, Diana included was horrible. Now after years of hypocrisy on the side of the heroes, no one should be surprised if Cassie suddenly and openly denounces them and exposes all their secrets or even goes all Superboy Prime on them or worse commit suicide.

Donna sighed. Sure Cassie has some shortcomings but Diana herself is a hypocrite, in fact everyone has been hypocritical when it comes to Cassie. A lot of the criticism being leveled upon the girl might as well be applied to other heroes as well like Conner or Tim for instance.

Ironically said hypocrisy has been thrown at Amon aka Osiris several times which is why said boy has distanced himself from the superhero community recently. Black Adam openly lambasted the League and everyone else for that and rightfully so. 

I hope you find happiness and peace Cassie. 

Just then Donna’s phone rings. She checks the phone and discovers that it is Kori calling her. She then answers the call. “Hi Kori.”

“Donna....you have to come down here quick!!”

A couple miles in New York, Cassie is standing on top of a rooftop, preparing to throw herself down and commit suicide. Now one would find it laughable since she is meant to be a demigoddess, until they realize one disturbing detailing: Cassie lost her powers yet again during the duel and has remained powerless ever since.

The rest of the Team bursts through the door. “CASSIE DON’T!!” Conner shouts. Cassie turns around with tears in her eyes. The others begin to feel guilty for making her feel that way.

“There is nothing left for me here. You have all made it clear that I do not belong here. So why waste my time when I can just elsewhere and find peace. Heck even Hell is more peaceful than here. I cannot stay with the gods because of they are going through their own drama and are killing each other anyway.” 

She takes a couple steps back. “Cassie I understand why you are mad at us and you have every right to hate us. But I want you to know that there are people that still love you regardless.” Kori says in the most gentle way possible.

It was at that moment that Cassie literally explodes. “LIES!! PURE UTTER LIES!! IF YOU ALL REALLY CARED, YOU WOULD HAVE ALLOWED ME TO PROPERLY EXPLAINED MYSELF!! YOU WOULD NOT HAVE ENCOURAGED TIM OR ANYONE TO BE ABUSIVE TO ME!!! YOU WOULD HAVE STOPPED BABS WHEN YOU SPREAD HER FILTHY GOSSIP ABOUT ME AND ALL OF YOU JOINED IN TO SLUTSHAME ME FOR YOUR PLEASURE!! YOU ARE AS BAD AS THE MEDIA!! PURE UTTER HYPOCRITES WHO ONLY CARE ABOUT HOOTING THEIR HORNS!! NOW I CAN SEE WHY PEOPLE LIKE JASON TURNED THEIR BACKS ON HUMANITY AND CHOSE TO DO HARDCORE JUSTICE!! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE NOT SO DIFFERENT FROM THE VERY FOOLS WE HAVE BEEN FIGHTING FROM YEARS!!”

Everyone keeps quiet. Cassie clearly had been waiting for this moment and she has now gotten an audience. “Oh and speaking of failures, how many times have we been supposedly, not I used supposedly in quotation marks here because that shows how stupid you all are, were ahead of the bad guys only for them to outsmart us and somehow win?”

Dick and Kaldur exchange looks. “You know, had it not been for my father, I would have rotted in jail. Oh and special shoutout to the Black Adam family, the only family that ever truly cared about me. Plus of course Donna and Tatiana. The rest of you can go fuck yourselves and leave me be!!” She turns her back to them and ignores them as she walks over to the edge.

“Cassie wait...”

She stops and turns around as Vanessa walks in. “Cassie, listen I know you are mad. If you want to lash out. Take it out on me.” she says calmly, hands raised. Before anyone could say anything, Cassie stomps towards her so-called rival and aims a punch at Vanessa who does nothing to stop her.

Fortunately for her, Cassie stops mid-punch and drops to her knees and begins to break down in tears. Vanessa bends down and hugs her predecessor. “Listen Cass. No matter what anyone else says, you will always be Wonder Girl. In fact you are way better than I am. I do not like the great divide that Diana has created. There are other ways this could have been done.” she says. Cassie simply sobs, feeling very bad for lashing out.

“I...I’m so sorry...”

Vanessa smiles softly. “You do not have to apologise. We are both victims in this. Besides, I told Diana that I quit.” Cassie stares at her in disbelief. ”You did not have to.”

“Yet I did.”

Cassie shakes her head. “No. You remain Wonder Girl.” Cassie then smiles. “Besides, you earned it anyways.” Vanessa giggles and hugs her back. Everyone heaves a sigh of relief.

Osiris who had just arrived makes a slow descent next to them. “Cass, I understand you hate everyone and whatnot but if you throw yourself down there, chances are you might end up worse than Todd the moment they choose to bring you back from the dead. Or if you choose down a dark path now, you might end up the way Adam did years ago.”

The girl simply nods. “ I might as well go clear my mind of things for a while.”

He comes closer to her. “You know, you could have simply asked and I would gladly take you home with me so that you can get some breathing space since quite frankly, you need some of that.’ She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Let’s go.’ She wraps her arms around his neck with him wrapping his arms aorund her securely and together they fly away.

“Wait....that was it?“ says Garfield, earning a smack across the head from Raven. “Oww!!” he grumbles. Tim meanwhile stares up at the sky with jealousy in his eyes which is funny considering his relationship with Stephanie. 

So she has choosen him hm? This whole shit was a setup to make that announcement.

#cassie sandsmark #osiris #amon tomaz #young justice #conner kent #kon-el #superboy #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #rose wilson #donna troy #wonder girl #Wonder Woman #Diana Prince #batman #bruce wayne #robin #Damian Wayne #tim drake #jason todd #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barry allen #bart allen #impulse #flash #kid flash #wally west #teen titans

[bluboothalassophile]

Hi Blu! Do you think you can write a story where the Bar family take it upon themselves to better Raven in sparing?

Hi!

I’m sorry your request took so long, I’ve been moving. But I hope you enjoy! =)

MatsAre My Friends…

Raven gasped as the air was again knocked out of her lungsas her back connected with the mat, the man over her was grinning in triumphwhich had her wanting to blast him into another dimension. However, she couldonly do that when she found her lung again which had her groaning as shestruggled to get air to her lungs again, rolling onto her side.

“Come on Rae, that’s the same move, fifth time in a row,”Dick announced as he hopped up and bounced a bit.

“I hate you,” she muttered as she just focused on gettingair back into her body.

“Now, this time, why don’t you try to slip my grasp,” Dicksaid.

“I cant breath asshole! Gimme a minute,” she wheezed as shedragged her aching bruised body onto her knees and she just focused onbreathing; or trying to.

Now, one might wonder what she was doing in this situationbut she only had Damian to blame. No one; and she meant NO ONE!, had ever daredto try to force her into a hand to hand combat situation. First of all thatwould require her opponent actually getting close to her, and second, if theydid get that close she’d just knock them out with her empathy.

But Damian didn’t believe that, and reported this weaknessto his father, and now Raven found herself on the mats with the Bat family. Shewanted to die.

Struggling to her feet she readied for Dick’s attack only toend up on her back again, winded as she slammed into the mats.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Tim got involved with her ‘training’ and Raven was thinkingshe was stuck in hell as she tried to block the bow staff as it hit her again.

“Ow!” she yelped when it rapped her knuckles, forcing her todrop her own bow staff as she staggered back.

“Come one Rae! This is important, what if someone actuallygets close to you?” Tim scolded her as he bounced there like the energizerbunny, she had a feeling he’d had too much coffee again.

“I drop them in another dimension, smash them with shadows,drive them insane with my empathy, I do not engage them in hand to handcombat!” she hissed as she examined her knuckles which were healing rapidly.

“Say that your powers are out,” Tim started.

“Then I am not in the fight,” she cut him off. Raven was notsuch a fool to engage in a fight when she did not have her powers. She’d beenthere, done that, had the scars to prove it from her time in hell. “And howmuch caffeine did you have today?”

Tim was all but bouncing with energy. “Not a lot! Just apack of energy drinks and two pots of coffee!”

“I will drain you if you do not stop the bouncing,” shewarned as she picked up the bow staff again to continue the hell of getting herass kicked and a collection of bruises.

Raven grunted when she slammed into the mat after threemoves from Tim.

She hated Bats.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven yelped as she ducked Damian’s bamboo staff as heslashed it at her head, she staggered back as she narrowly evaded gettingwhacked with the back lash.

“You must be prepared to fight as if your life depends uponit!” Damian shouted as he relentlessly persued her. Raven barely blocked himwhen he slammed his wooden blade into her stomach which had her toppling backas the wind left her lungs again.

“Ow,” she hissed. Suddenly there was the boy over her withhis blade pointed right at her face which had her eyes crossing as she held herhands up in surrender.

“You’re inability to defend yourself is a liability whichwill get me and the rest of our time killed,” Damian hissed.

“Damian, I’m a demon!” she snapped. “To actually need selfdefense that would require someone getting close to me! Which they don’t!”

“Until they do,” he countered.

She sighed as he pulled his sword away and stepped away. Hereyes closed as again she focused on breathing.

“You must be prepared for the eventuality of your powers notalways being there to save you,” Damian stated.

Raven glowered at the ceiling then. Her powers were alwaysthere, they were always active, and they had gotten her through Hell, the realHell, not a hellish environment.

“Again!” the boy snapped as she dragged herself to her feetand picked up the practice blade again.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven was stretched out on the training mat, reading hernewest spell book when he walked in to loom over her. She was worried to peekup at him in fear he’d be like her brothers and inflict the hellish need to trainin a useless skill.

“Whatcha reading, princess,” he asked and Raven slowlylooked over her book at him, he gave her a cocky grin which had her lifting herbrow.

“Are you here to force me to train some more?” she askedcautiously.

“That’d be a no,” he assured her as he sat on the mats withher. “Though I am curious why you’re laying on the training mats if you’re notgoing to train.”

“The mats are my friends,” she solemnly informed Jason whichhad him barking out a laugh.

“Is that right?”

“Your brothers are most evil, and their beloved mats havebeen my only friend since they inflicted this hell on me,” she monotonouslyinformed him.

“Right,” he drawled.

“I’m cursing the mats,” she finally snapped.

“Ooo! Need help!?” he offered immediately.

“You cannot perform magic,” she pointed out.

“I’ve got the All Blades,” he countered.

“That is a summoning type of magic, but not a magic I ampreforming.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Glue them to their precious mats and tell them to train toescape magic,” she muttered.

“I like this plan.”

“Mmm, I trust you not to tell them,” she said as she lookedover at hm.

“Just send me photos and they’ll never hear it from me,”Jason grinned.

“Very well,” she agreed.

“In that case I’ll say I trained you.”

“So you were sent here to inflict that hell on me.”

“They were very persistent about it. But hey, if you want auseful skill, little bird, I can teach you to shoot, we can use them as targetpractice,” he offered.

“An intriguing offer, perhaps another time, for now I seek acurse.”

“Good deal.”

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #dc comics #teen titans #raven #richard grayson #timothy drake #damian wayne #jason todd #one shot

[avengerdragoness]

Sentence Starter Masterlist

Batfamily:

Jason Todd:

“You deserve a world without this”

"Guns? Ha! Last I remember, you had string bean arms!"

“It’s not that funny.”

“I know you liked it when they were hitting on you.” "If you would do it I would like it better" "Wait, what" "What"

"If you're not there when this baby comes, I'm going to take that gun, and shove it so far up your--"

"open it" "can you say please?"

"real smooth, tripping over air"

"Alright guys time to play truth or dare"

"well, that was... interesting"

"where have you been"

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life.”

“After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”

"I know I said I’d get up with the kid in the morning but I’m hoping you can’t tell I’m fake sleeping and hoping you will do it instead"

"It helps that my competition is attractive."

“I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

"I bet I could beat you in wrestling match"

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

"Yeah, because fighting crime wearing the colors of a traffic light is soooooo stealthy."

“I met your parents and your mom was flirting with me. "

"I am not jealous, I'm territorial. Jealous is when you what something you can't have, territorial is protecting what is yours."

"Get over here, Jason 'Crush Me With Your Thighs' Todd!"

"ITS PLATINUM!!!"

"Wait, you're not a virgin? do you even stay awake long enough for sex?"

"you can't just go around killing people"

"So tell me: do all vigilantes lurk or is this just a part of your unique charm?"

"Am I really gonna be a father to an actual human being?"

"Put the water balloon down."

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”

Dick Grayson:

“I did a pregnancy test.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

"What do you mean I can't stay up until 4 am reading? You've stayed up later risking your life in a ridiculous costume!"

"If you sing that song one more time I will fight you"

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

"I swear to god if you don't get off the chandelier right now"

"love first of all  if you're wearing that kilt to slag me off for me Irish heritage I'm not one fucking bit impressed and second KILTS ARE FUCKING SCOTTISH ugh but you do look the ride in it , i have to say wait there I'm posting a pic of it this gonna be great craic"

"IVE BEEN STANDING IN THIS SHOP FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS TRYING TO DECIDE BETWEEN SMARTIES OR SKITTLES DONT RUSH ME !"

“What do you want me to do with this?”

"You know you have to worst name ever"

"Where do you run off to every day?" 

Tim Drake:

“Is there a problem?” “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

"No, nothing's wrong, I was just fangirling, carry on."

"You should know by know that if you leave your cape laying around, I don't care if it's for 'superhero business', I'm going to wrap it around myself like a blanket."

“You drowned my makeup in water so I used my key to scratch all of your video game discs.”

"stop it, stop whatever the hell your doing"

'please stop staring at that stupid computer and talk to me'

"You're not meeting my boyfriend, Tim, because I'd like to date him a while before my brother kills him."

“This is your twentieth cup of coffee are you trying to break a world record or something?“

"I found you passed out, face down in a pile of coffee cups, are you ok?"

"You have to be cheating! No one is that good poker!"

"There's nothing wrong with taking a break"

"You should really get out of the house more, I almost attacked you thinking you were a vampire. And no patrol doesn't count, get some sunlight."

Damian Wayne:

“Damn, when did y/n get hot?”

"We’re camping and you think you lost the kid but they’re napping in the tent and I’m not telling you yet so you watch them better next time" 

"Damian, are you sure your dad is going to be ok with us sneaking a monkey into the Manor?"

“Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

“His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.”

“When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”

“Do you ever follow directions?”

"dami ..I can't find my reading glasses have you seen them ?"

"I was trained by the masters of the League of Assassins and Ra's Al Ghul himself I DO NOT SING"

"we are not going to steal someone's dog"

"i'm allowed to be obssesed with you, im your husband"

"Why is there a deer in the mansion."

"I'm better at handling swords than you"

“So that’s why you’re always gone... you’re fighting crime in tights...”

"Wait... are you actually trying to stab me with a spoon?"

"Do I have to?"

"Don't worry beloved my family will love you, if anything I'm worried about them scaring you off"

Batfam:

"Not to point out the elephant in the room, but is that a literal elephant in the room?"

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CW DC:

Barry Allen:

"Cisco I don't need you to hit on them for me."

"I don't care how much a speedster needs to eat, you touch my food, and we're going to have a problem."

"everyone can tell you lover her, it's obvious"

“im NOT jealous, but he was flirting with you"

"I'm so sorry to disturb you but....I ran out of toilet paper"

Wally West:

"you like her, don't you!" 

"I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it"

Oliver Queen:

"are you jerking off or did you just find another book?"

Mon-El:

"Are you really jealous of a dog?"

"Mon-El, stop trying to make me blush, you jerk!"

Winn Schott:

"Winslow Schott, you do *not* get to saw I'm 'crabby' right now. If I seem to be in a bad mood, it's because *someone* decided to drag all the way to the DEO, first thing in the morning before I had a chance to have breakfast, without actually giving me a reason!"

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DC (Other):

Billy Batson:

"I'll give you your precious hoodie back, if you say the magic word!"

"How hasn't Bruce Wayne adopted you yet?"

"So...what happened EXACTLY?"

"y'know when you sneak around like that to transform you look super shady right?"

"You snuck into my room in the middle of the night to tell me something that could've waited till morning, woke me up by tripping over a small pile of books, and almost broke the most expensive thing I own. Remind me again why I shouldn't immediately call the cops on my best friend?" 

                   <-------------------------------------------->

Young Justice:

Wally West:

"I'd like to remind everyone to refrain from eating my food"

"I think you're just jealous cause you don't have magic powers! Or maybe you don't believe cause your so dependent on your precious science to explain everything!"

"I don't speak science, think you can translate for us non-nerds?"

Bart Allen:

"You can't keep blaming yourself for what happened to him"

"I'm from the past...I knew your cousin"

"We're about to die!"/"Comes with the job!"/”You're not helping!"

"You can't be serious"

"Hey, could you help me go over these case files-...you do not have a shirt on..."

"Who do i look like, Batman?"

"How are you always late?"

"Give me back my book!! You better not spoil it!!!"

"YOU CAN SING?!?!?!?!"

"You look good in yellow"

"I promise to tell you where your snacks went, if you promise not to get mad."

“are you sure about this”

"please don’t make me say it" 

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Marvel:

The Avengers:

"oops they saw it, well surprise I guess!"

Peter Parker:

"Don't be such a nerd Parker, we need to keep this professional and intimidating."

"You're that Bug Boy Jamison keeps talking about"

"You're an arachnophobe?"

“You're gonna get me killed!"

"I dare you to kiss him."

"Explain your powers to me again"

"Could you just get me down from here?!"

"These aren't even quips! They're just bad puns!"

"I cannot believe you of all people got us detention! I always thought it would be me."

"There's no such thing as bad publicity!"

"So, what's up with BugBoy over there?"

Steve Rogers:

"When were you planning to let me know what happened?!"

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Voltron:

Shiro:

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”

“You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

"i lost our baby"

“Are you hitting on me?”

"...Why did you throw confetti in my face?"

Lance:

“I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

"Please tell me you aren't washing a metal, mechanical, slightly magical lion with soap and water?"

“How did you even get that there?“

Keith:

"How in the world did I get you to like me back?"

“I thought it was a good idea at the time, but it now occurs to me that I was horribly wrong.”

“Oh my god! You’re in love with them!” "No, Dumb-ass I'm in love with you"

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

"Keith, I love you, you know I do, but *please* tell me you didn't actually jump out of an airlock to get your lion."

“Why are you staring at me like that?” 

                   <-------------------------------------------->

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid:

"i need you to breath in and out with me, this anxiety attack will pass, i......"

"I don't care what you think you know, Spence, I'm *not* ticklish!"

"God, I hate profilers! You can never keep a secret from one."

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Some Girl, Special Girl:

Some Girl Special Girl - Part 2

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“I can’t go on patrol tonight, I have plans”

Tim rolled his eyes and turned to glare at Dick, “What plans? This is the third night this week that you’ve ‘had plans’ and couldn’t go on patrol”

Damian walked over from the sparing mat with Jason, “We have had to take over your patrol since you are unable to do it, and yet you still won’t tell us why you are so busy?”

“Yeah, Dick. This has been going on for over four months, and we still haven’t gotten a straight answer out of you” Jason narrows his eyes at Dick, unwilling to let him get out of this again.

“I’m sorry guys, I don’t mean to inconvenience you, but I don’t think …”

“No, you don’t think, Grayson! You cannot continue to avoid your responsibilities, it is thoughtless. I demand that you tell us what your plans are” Damian growls, fed up with his older brother’s excuses.

“I have plans with my girlfriend, she doesn’t know that I’m Nightwing. We’ve been dating for a year and got in a huge fight a few months back when I told her that I couldn’t stay the night, again. She thought I was cheating on her because I wouldn’t stay the night and when there was an emergency I would leave”

Jason looks at Dick incredulously, “You haven’t been going on patrol because of some girl?”

“You’ve been avoiding hanging out with us because you’ve been more concerned with getting laid?” Tim snapped

“I haven’t meant to avoid you guys! I promise! I can bring her here to meet you guys, and then we can all hang out together!” Dick held out his hands, trying to pacify his furious brothers, “I’ve been meaning to bring her to meet you anyway! This way we can all win!”

Damian’s lip curled in disgust and turned away from Dick, “I am quite tired of this conversation, I am going out on patrol”

Dick watched as his younger brothers all walked away. He hoped that when they met Y/N they would all accept her. He doesn’t know what he would do if the people he cared about most hated each other.

–

“Are you sure I look alright?”

Dick grinned at you, “You look beautiful, sweetheart. Don’t worry so much about how you look.” You nod, smoothing out your shirt and brushing invisible dust from your pants, “Just remember that my family can be a little … strange. So be prepared”

You chuckle, “Well, my family isn’t exactly normal either, so I think I’ll be alright “

Dick pulled you close and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, “Mine might be a bit worse, so just be prepared”

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

You and Dick get into his car and head to Wayne Manor. You’re nervous and excited to meet Dick’s family, you really want them to like you.

–

Pulling up to Wayne Manor you look around in awe. It’s beautiful here.

“Come on Y/N, I’ll give you the tour some other time, right now I really want to introduce you to everyone.” Dick runs a hand through his hair, “Listen, I really want to warn you about my family …”

You smile, “I already told you, Dickie, your family won’t scare me”

“Master Dick, there is no need to lurk, please come inside and introduce us to the Young Miss”

Walking up the stairs you reach out and shake Alfred’s hand, “Hello, my name is Y/N. I hear the you are the one who I should thank for keeping Dick alive all these years.”

Alfred cracked a smile, “I suppose that I am to blame for their continued survival, though they try their best to undermine me”

“Hey! I resent that!” Dick shouted, slowly making his way up the steps, “I have been cooking and taking care of myself for years now!”

You roll your eyes and look back at Dick, “Cereal doesn’t count as cooking and I know for a fact that Alfred comes over to wash and irons your cloths”

He flushes pink, “Fine! You caught me! Alfred comes over and helps out around the apartment, happy now?”

You lean over and kiss his cheek, “immensely. Now, is it time to meet everyone else?”

“Ah yes, Master Bruce is in the study with your brothers, Master Dick. This way”

Alfred leads you inside and down several hallways, he stops in front of a large oak door. “Thanks, Alfie, but I think I can take it from here”

“Very well, Master Dick. I will be in the kitchen if any of you need me” He turns to you. You can see the amused twinkle in his eyes, “If you need anything Miss Y/N, I will be just down the hall”

You smile and wave as Alfred turn and walks away. Dick looks at you one last time, “Last chance to back out, baby, once I open this door you can’t run away”

Rolling your eyes you put your hands on your hips, “If I didn’t know any better, Richard, I would think that you don’t want me to meet your family”

“I just don’t want them to scare you away”

You lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, “No one could scare me away from you”

Dick let out a resigned sigh and opened the door. Just inside the door a large man in a suit is standing there waiting for you and Dick.

He steps forward and extends his right hand, “Hello, I’m Bruce, Dick’s adopted father, and you must be Y/N”

You let out a nervous laugh and shake his hand, “Yup! That’s me! It’s really nice to meet you Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce hummed and released your hand, “These are my other three sons, Jason, Tim, and Damian” None of the boys even bother to look over and your smile falters, “Boys!”

The oldest, the one you assume is Jason, grumbles as he heaves himself up off the couch. “Hey, I’m Jason”

“I’m Tim, it’s … nice … to finally meet the person who takes up all of Dick’s time”

You glance over at Dicks youngest brother only to find him glaring at you. “I do not understand why we must go through these pleasantries, it is obvious that we do not want you here”

“Damian!” Dick shouts

You give Damian a strained smile, “I’m sorry if you don’t want me here, but I am really looking forward to getting to know you all, Dick talks about you a lot”

Tim snorts, “He’s never around to talk about you”

You take a shuddering breath, and open your mouth to respond but before you can Alfred steps into the room.

“Dinner is served, please follow me Miss Y/N”

You don’t notice the glare that Alfred levels at everyone, or Dick’s snarled words behind you, they only thing you can focus on is trying to control your breathing. Anxiety is racketing up despite the pill you had taken before getting to Wayne Manor.

“I think it would be best if I left, Alfred” you whisper

“Nonsense, my dear. The young men of this house tend to overreact, and besides, I would hate for you to leave the Manor hungry”

“Alright, I’ll stay”

Alfred leads you over to a chair and pulls out the seat for you. “I will serve dinner shortly, as soon as the young Masters arrive at the table”

You give Alfred a shaky smile and quietly wait for everyone to come into the dining room. You don’t really know how much longer you can be verbally attacked by Dick’s family, your anxiety is already making it difficult to just stay here.

–

Dinner is, thankfully, a quiet affair, at least at first. You try to extend an olive branch, “So, Jason, what is it you do for a living?”

Jason sneers at you, “None of your damn business” and then he went back to eating.

“Um, alright. What about you Tim? Dick told me that you’re one of the youngest CEO’s in history.”

Tim let out a sigh and set his fork down, “This isn’t working.”

“Tim …” Dick growls

“No, Dick. I think she should leave, it’s obvious that none of us want her here, so I think she should leave”

You throw your napkin down, “Fine, if my presence here is so grating on everyone then I’ll leave.” You shove away from the table. “I think you should stay here for a while, Dick. It’s obvious that your family misses you.”

“Yes, you do that. Here, I will even show you the door” Damian snapped

“Y/N!! Wait for me, I’ll go with you!”

“No, Dick, you won’t!” Tim shouted, “This is the reason we are having this problem! She is the reason you are never here! It’s her fault you haven’t been able to do your job, you’ve abandoned the Mission! The rest of us had had to pick up your slack!”

Tears fill your eyes and your hand clench into trembling fists, “Then I’ll leave. You won’t ever have to worry about me again”

–

Dick watched Y/N leave, still in shock and unable to stop her from driving away.

“tt, it’s about time the wench left, her chatter was growing tedious” Damian sniffed.

Dick whipped around, “How dare you …” He looked around the table, making eye contact with everyone, “I brought her here to introduce my family to the woman that I love. She was nothing but kind, and all of you were cruel to her. I love Y/N, and I’m sorry if that’s an inconvenience for you, but I’m not going to give her up!”

“We didn’t mean to scare her away, Dick. We are just concerned that all of your time has been taken up by Y/N.” Bruce said, standing up. “We understand that you are … infatuated … with her, but you have a duty to this city, Dick. You cannot let some girl get in the way of that duty”

Dick let out a shaky laugh and ran his hands through his hair, “Some girl? You think she’s just some girl?! I love her and you might have just driven her away from me forever!!!”

Everyone is jerked out of their glaring match by the phone ringing. Alfred is the one who answers, “Wayne Manor … Who is speaking? … Yes, Richard is here … Of course … We will be there shortly … Thank you commissioner” Alfred hangs up the phone and walking into the dining room. “Miss Y/N was in an accident. A drunk driver hit her while she was on her way home. She is waiting for surgery right now; they aren’t sure if she is going to make it. Master Dick, you are listed as her medical proxy, the hospital is requesting your presence.”

Dick jerks up, “I don’t have a car …”

“I will drive you, Master Dick. Quickly, get your coat while I get the car” Dick sprints out of the room, hearing for the foyer. Alfred turns back to the four men still standing in the room, “If she dies, it will be your faults”

���It wouldn’t be our fault, it would be the drunk drivers fault” Jason snaps

“She would not have been on the road at the time of the accident if you had not driven her away. You are lucky that she told Master Dick to stay here, or he would have been in that accident as well” Alfred shakes his head, “I do not know if Master Dick will be able to forgive any of you if she dies. He loves her dearly, even this old man could see that. Would you truly deny him happiness? After everything he has been through?”

–

You know that it isn’t a good idea to drive in your condition. Your anxiety is through the roof, your hands won’t stop trembling, and your vison is blurry from your tears. But you need to get away, you need to get back home, where you won’t be attacked anymore.

“Knew I should have brought my extra meds, but no! I thought they would be nice, thought they would like me! ‘m stupid, stupid” You glance down into your purse and grab your phone. You quickly speed dial one person you know will make you laugh.

“Hey, monster! It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you!”

“Hey, Mom”

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Have you taken your meds?”

“I-I can’t right now, I’m on my way back to the apartment now. I just need someone to distract me”

Your mom sighs over the phone, “What do you want to talk about?”

“Tell me about your day”

Mom dives right into a funny story about the idiot she encountered at work that day. It’s enough to get your mind off of Dick and his family, and it even makes you crack a smile.

“How ya feelin’, kid?”

“Better now, thanks. It’s been a while since we’ve talked. I’m gonna have to visit sometime …” squealing tires and crunching metal interrupt your sentence. Airbags deploy and the car is rolling, you hear a crack, and suddenly it’s hard to breath.

“Y/N!!!”

“Mom …” you wheeze.

You’re upside down in the car, weakly reaching over to unbuckle the seatbelt. You land hard on the roof of the car, right into glass shards.  Glancing around quickly you notice that your phone is within reach, and that it seems to be in fairly good condition. The phone must have disconnected when the car crashed, you reach over and slowly dial 911.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Car accient, send an amblunace … please … hurry …”

“Ma’am, ma’am, can you tell me your name? Ma’am! Hold on ma’am I have you location and an ambulance is on it’s way. Can you tell me your name, ma’am?”

“Y/ … N”

“Alright, Miss Y/N, I need you to keep talking to me”

“C—can’t”

The phone slips out of your hand, you’re so tired. Everything hurts and you just want to sleep. For once the anxiety isn’t consuming you, and the pain from earlier this evening is nothing compared to this. It would be nice to just go to sleep, so that’s exactly what you do. You miss the ambulance arriving, and the frantic call from the commissioner to Alfred.

–

The first thing that you are aware of is the pain that seems to be radiating from the left side of your body. You let out a soft groan and try to open your eyes.

“Y/N?!”

Finally opening your eyes you come face to face with your mother and Dick. “Hey guys” you rasp, “what’d I miss?”

–

I turns out that you had needed three blood transfusions, to have a metal rod put in your left leg, your ribs wired shit, and your shoulder reset. That didn’t include the glass shards that had to be taken out or the concussion.

“Damn, that was one hell of an accident. What even happened?”

Dick sits forward, he had refused to let go of your hand even after you woke up, “A drunk driver ran through a red light. He hit you full on, going 60 miles an hour. We’re lucky you aren’t dead!”

“It’ll take a bit more than a drunk driver to get rid of me, Dickie.”

Dick leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, “I thought I lost you. You scared the shit out of me, sweetheart, don’t ever do something like that again.”

You chuckle, and immediately grimace when that moved your ribs, “I’ll do my best to avoid drunk drivers.”

“You better!” Your mom snaps, “My heart can’t take another phone call like that! You could have given me a heart attack!”

“I know. Now, mom, you need to head home. Let everyone know I’m alright, and tell them that they can visit me tomorrow.”

“I can stay here tonight”

“Mom, I would like Dick to stay with me. You need to get a good night’s sleep, or you’ll be grumpy tomorrow”

She nodded quietly and leaned over, giving you a kiss on the forehead and, bidding you both goodbye, she left.

Dick turns back to you, “Listen, Y/N, I need to apologize …”

“Don’t even think about it, Dickie. You don’t have anything to apologize for. It’s not your fault that your family can be assholes. I still love you, babe”

Dick let out a relieved sigh, “I love you too, sweetheart, I love you too”

You scooch over on the bed, “Now come up here and cuddle with me!”

“What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t, now get your hot ass up here!”

“You’re something else, Y/N”

You let out a tired giggle, “Something special”

“Yeah, my special girl” Dick whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and holding you until you both fell asleep, safe in each other’s arms.

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Anatomy of Thana

Anatomy of Thana

  Characters

  THANA, fearful 15 year old redhaired girl with one pale white streak on the crown of her head

DAMIAN BOOTHE, renowned surgeon and serial killer known as Jack the Ripper

SCENE: The cold, dead air fills the streets, a flicker of scarlet makes its way around a corner covered in a long deep grey-green cloak.  It's dark but the fog reflects the moonlight for THANA  to walk her way down her favorite alley. It’s moist and dense there but she finds a sense of comfort within its slim walls, and the confinement, the feeling of being in such a place is like a blanket for her. The alley leads to an abandoned, burned down orphanage where she sits and goes through the left behind belongings of its previous occupants, to come up with little stories behind each like a puzzle. THANA is a girl often referred to as “strange” the town has a saying that even when alone she's never actually alone, she is tiny and slim almost mimicking malnourishment. A soft gasp is let out within her alley, it leads her to a small, half sized window in the orphanage. There she sees a figure with hands drenched in a deep red liquid.

  THANA  [whispering]    That’s beautiful. I'd like to know the name of the being behind it.

DAMIAN BOOTHE  [ in a deep pitless voice]    Come out so I can get a good look at you, I need to see inside the eyes of whom it may concern.

THANA  [ without hesitation, walks calmly and swiftly to meet the being with the deep coloring on their hands]

DAMIAN BOOTHE  [ leans in closely]    You're nothing but a child and yet I see no fear in your amber eyes.

THANA  [puts hand out to shake his blood drenched hand]    My name is Thana.

DAMIAN BOOTHE    Those who fear me, and have yet to see, or meet me know my work and only my work. To them I am Jack the Ripper, the name was not a choice nor is it in my favor.

THANA  [ looks down at the body to the left]    I see no ripping, its a clean cut across the throat and abdomen. [enthusiastically]    I shall call you by a name in your favor then, tell me what it is.

DAMIAN BOOTHE  [ entertained by her boldness]    Then to you I am Damian Boothe, why are you called Thana sweet girl?

THANA  [ grins slightly]    My father gave it to me because of my mother's death as she was giving birth to me. It’s Greek for death.

  A raven that lives within the remains of the building sweeps downward to sit on the ledge stares directly into THANAS amber eyes. It rustled his feathers a bit to get comfortable but the eye contact was not once broken. THANA begins to get uncomfortable, she starts to panic and pulls on her hair. Her temperature rises and the discomfort is no longer bearable. The raven begins tapping on the window frame, it continues to get louder and more violent.

  THANA  [ beginning to walk away, stumbling in a cold sweat with teary strained eyes ]    I'm sorry but the raven won't stop talking to me he's too loud! [ begins screeching out her words and squeezing her ears]    They left their things here! I am free of you leave me alone you devil bird! [begins running]

DAMIAN BOOTHE [chuckling]    Till next time my dear!

  DAMIAN BOOTHE begins to collect his organs from the cadaver he grabs the heart and smiles as he thinks about THANA and her upfrontness. He wonders how such a girl can become so gruesome. He then walks down the abused, ashy, abandoned alley with his bag of goods. Laughing he makes his way to a door and inside is his sanctuary, his home. It's damp and moldy on the outside but inside is gold. His luxurious belongings glisten in candles light, straight down the long hall is a black door that stands out in the surrounding cream walls. His hands still in blood that is now dry and cracked open the door introducing a clean white room. Everything is bright and spotless, the only flaws is what goes on in those walls.

  DAMIAN BOOTHE [unpacking his bag of carnage, singing as he goes] What a beautiful night to meet a beautiful fright. The light fills my heart, you feel to your knees and the dark is complete. [He pulls the heart out his bag and puts it in a basket and adds a loaf of bread, still humming his dark tune he makes his way to his bed and ends his night with a feeling of satisfaction.]

  SCENE: DAMIAN BOOTHE makes his way back to the orphanage expecting to see young THANA again. He has a gift in hand, he can hear the heart whispering to him in the basket its voice is soft and sweet. Another voice sings drowning out the sweet voice.

  THANA [playing with a doll with singed hair]    The light fills my heart, you fell to your knees and the dark is complete.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [sneaks in behind THANA]    How do you know that tune?

THANA [without turning to look at him]    The raven sang it to me, nice isn't it? [turns and notices the basket in his hand]    For me?

DAMIAN BOOTHE    Of course dear, I hope you like it. [hands THANA the basket]

THANA [throws out the bread]    A heart! This is so sweet, is it from last night?

DAMIAN BOOTHE    Yes my dear, I gave you a heart of your own. I thought it would be nice if I were to give you your first heart. I’d like you to join me in my nighttime strolls. [takes gloves off and runs his fingers through hair waiting for a response]

THANA [stands up with excitement]    Oh yes! Will we spill blood together?

DAMIAN BOOTHE    In the future girl. The heart whispered to me that it belonged to you.

THANA [lifts the heart to her ear]    I don't hear anything.

DAMIAN BOOTHE    And I didn't hear the raven shouting at you.

THANA [sits back down]    Will I be living with you?

DAMIAN BOOTHE    Are you comfortable sleeping in the same house with a person fascinated by death?

THANA Of course, but the question is are you comfortable sleeping in the same house with someone who embraces and contains it?

  SCENE A younger version of THANA lies down on her back in a field reflecting golden glimpses of light, the cool air is blowing the grass in just a way it mimics the ocean. THANA stares out into the open sky and begins to wonder where it ends. The thought of an endless void of clouds and stars creates a pit in her stomach. She thinks back to her mom, whom she does not know and cannot remember. THANA asks herself why did she die, why did she have to kill her only mother when she didn't even know her. She tells herself that her mom must've been beautiful, she imagines ginger cloud like curls and a round face with the most sculpted cheekbones, all her father has ever talked about was her mother's cheeks.  That's all she'll ever know about her mother, after all she did kill her. THANA begins to go into a dark corner of her mind saying she was born to kill, the white streak in her hair tells it so. She was born with the fear and reluctance of life she was never meant to lead a good one, it is her destiny to kill and to die, but to always be alone. THANA begins to blame the curse of the streak and her name, she tells herself she didn't do it the devil put this curse on her and she began to embrace it. The name of THANA was given to her by the grace of the devil. The sky then turns black, blacker than night the moon and stars do not dare shine at this time. A force begins to lift THANA off the ground it feels like hundreds of fingers picking her up off the dirt. The world falls silent not even the slightest sound of grass rustling, there was no breeze to rustle in. She lays limp in the hands of the unknown and a whisper in the form of the softest of breezes reaches out and says “ young THANA, the carrier of death and the beholder of sin we bless you with the power from within. You must remain alone in this sad life for we have something for you on the other side.” Her body then slams to the ground and  flash of light appears.

  DAMIAN BOOTHE [sitting in the corner of her guest bedroom watching and waiting]    I thought you would never wake up.

THANA    I dreamt of a time when I was younger and I now know my purpose.

DAMIAN BOOTHE    What is it?

THANA    I don't know if I want to fulfill it.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [curiously]    Why not?

THANA [worried]    I fear it might end badly and there is no prevention.

  THANA stands and makes her bed while DAMIAN BOOTHE remains in the corner of the room he gave to her. They both sit in silence as THANA begins to dress herself and brush her thick two-toned hair. She places the sterling silver brush with carvings of flowers and leaves down on her dresser next to an intricately blown glass perfume bottle.

  THANA [ breaking the known silence]    Why are you Jack the Ripper by night?

DAMIAN BOOTHE    I am not The Ripper.

THANA    Why are you the way you are? Why kill?

DAMIAN BOOTHE    It brings relief, I clean the streets whilst bringing pleasure.

THANA    Why pleasure?

DAMIAN BOOTHE    You can watch the burning desire in their eyes leave their cage, the light is there and I find it to be humorous. They don’t see the pain or suffering of the real world.

THANA Do you only kill those who do not see the pain?

DAMIAN BOOTHE [ speaks out proudly]    Everyone does not see! Only you and I dear girl!

THANA [ frustrated]    Why me? I didn't ask for any of this.

DAMIAN BOOTHE    We were born into this world with death already with us. It is in you and I. The grace of the Devil came over us, he blessed me with the name Damian meaning to tame. I am to tame death while you bring it Thana!

  DAMIAN BOOTHE stands and walks over to her and leans in to her just the slightest bit. He begins to take off his black leather gloves and tucks them into a pocket. His hands look to be those of a pure man. THANA leans her head forward onto his comforting shoulder.

  THANA [mumbles] But how do you know? DAMIAN BOOTHE [looks down to the back of her head leaning on his shoulder] I know because of our familiars. Our gifts. Yours a raven, I have hearts. They speak to us.

THANA [looks up into his eyes which she's never noticed how oddly colored they were, it was a blue with a spot of brown on the bottom half] He is nothing but a raven.

DAMIAN BOOTHE   But that’s where you’re wrong my girl. He is a gift to you from the devil. You said it yourself. You embrace and contain death. Be proud.

THANA [ moves hand back on the dresser and touches the blown perfume bottle ever so                                                                                                                                                                                                 slightly. It loses balance and crashes to the ground, its finely blown remains splash in all directions.]    Whose perfume did I ruin?

DAMIAN BOOTHE    I made it. But it is not a normal perfume. It has been engineered to put someone to sleep.

THANA   How?

DAMIAN BOOTHE   I grow my own strand of passion flower and enhanced its ability just the slightest to use on my victims when needed. It's quite peaceful. The light is still there in the eyes, I feel the name Passion fulfills it.

  THANA then begins to slip between DAMIAN BOOTHE and the dresser to make her way into the washroom. She shuts the door leaving him out, and turns to look in the mirror. As she stares into her eyes over analyzing every detail of her face she begins to smile. Clueless to how she is feeling, smiling is the only thing her body compels her to do. Her eyes look so deeply in pain, the sadness and the stinging of the tears just pour out, landing in the creases of her hurt smile. THANA can see the agony she is in, yet feels helpless. No one, not even herself can give her release. So she runs. She hurls the door open and runs, running past DAMIAN, past his room of death and out into the street.

  DAMIAN BOOTHE [speaking in a disappointed tone to himself]   I should've known. They always run sooner or later, I don't think she can handle all the death awaiting her.

  DAMIAN BOOTHE goes into the black door at the end of his glowing hallway. There was a sort of romance in the air once that door was open. He handles all his gadgets with so much care and love, almost as if they are his children. He takes a piece of cloth and folds it into an equal square, no unmatching corners. Then are his valuables, his tools, the iron and steel. Polishing their sharp corners until they shine in the candles light he puts them all into a single briefcase. Already knowing where to find THANA he heads to her alley, her sanctuary of loss and mourning. DAMIAN BOOTHE has always dressed flashy and was a handsome, put together man, but tonight was the ball. Something monumental was headed his way, and he knew. DAMIAN makes his way out of his castle and to his destination. A raven screeches at him, but he thinks nothing of it. Then another, there seemed to be a raven around every corner waiting for him. Once at the alley there was a conspiracy of ravens, all at once in their low croaks, they drowned out the air. The world began spinning in the noise, but DAMIAN never broke.

  DAMIAN BOOTHE [shouting]  I know you're here Thana! [enthusiastically, he begins dancing in the streets singing his song.] What a beautiful night, to meet a beautiful fright! The light fills my heart! You fell to your knees and the dark is complete! [He lets out a loud hysterical laugh, it's almost like a cry of excitement.]

  Seven times he chants his song, each with more thrill than the time before. Then there she appears, coming from the burned, rusty door way THANA stands and takes not one step.

  DAMIAN BOOTHE [calmly looks with a sinister smile]  Why don't you look darling! [takes off his sleek hat and crouches over to the damp ground. He takes out his briefcase and begins to open it]   I began to think you were the one we've all been waiting for, and yet here I am chasing after you.

THANA [walking out of the doorway, she takes all of his attention] I truly enjoyed my short time with you, Damian, but, I think its time one of us go. [sarcastically chuckles]

DAMIAN BOOTHE [Pulls out a designed carving knife] Isn't she magnificent! As a recipient of the devils blessings you should bathe in the intimacy we share.

THANA I have always wanted to dance, since I was a young child.

DAMIAN BOOTHE Are you not a child?

THANA Dance with me Jack the Ripper.

DAMIAN BOOTHE Don't amuse yourself too much, my sweet.

  [He takes his knife and places it in the inner pocket of his coat. He walks elegantly into her arms and there he grabs her hand. THANAS frozen hands attracts him, his leather gloves between the two disrupt the warmth. THANA takes his hand and slips the glove off. She takes his hand in hers again, and a never ending wisp of steam floats into the air.

  DAMIAN BOOTHE [holding THANA tightly] Do you now see the intimacy we share?

THANA [buries her head into his chest] It’s sad that it's coming to an end.

  [dancing]

  DAMIAN BOOTHE [subtly] For a moment there I almost felt love.

THANA [mumbling]  I wanted to give your final waltz meaning.

  DAMIAN BOOTHE the takes his one hand off her hip and reaches for his carving knife then twirls THANA around. Her cloak flies in the air. He launches his knife into her back and pulls it out with ease, it paints a possessing picture on the alley wall. Before he has time to realize, THANA turns around and presses her dagger, she kept concealed, into his chest.

  THANA [smiling with content, a tear sheds from pain] Shall we continue our dance?

DAMIAN BOOTHE Until I fade Thana.

The floor is covered in their red love while their clothes bathe in the crimson intimacy, they dance their dance to the song of death as his life fades and her strength leaves her body. THANA lays DAMIANS body, onto the floor.

THANA I found this stone within the building. [She pulls out a smooth, pure black pebble and wraps it in his blood drenched fingers.] I hope it guides you through the afterlife, I'll meet you there. So it shall guide me.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [His once clean face begins to lose color.]  I lost hope once you left, but you're filled with rage, remain with that pain, my darling. [fading] As a gift, carve out my damaged heart and keep it as your own.

THANA [Lifts her dagger, ready to do as he asks] You're the closest I'll get to love, I'll cherish this.

DAMIAN BOOTHE Be sure to understand your work, sweet girl. Death is your art, sadness is your love.

  He looks in her eyes using what strength he has left. DAMIAN BOOTHE smiles and THANA lashes her dagger down around his heart. His life fades away at the hands of her blade, she takes his heart out and places it in a pocket. She kisses his forehead then leaves into the darkness never to be seen, but only by those she paints.

anonymous 

#Literature #Submission #Writing #submission

[victoriousscarf]

For the impression meme : Dick Grayson; Damian Wayne

(I tried to insert this picture later in the post but honestly it makes such a good header for me babbling about Dick so I’m leaving it where it is even tho this was an ACCIDENT) 

Dick Grayson:

First impressionLike, I know I watched the old animated Bats show and watched the movies etc so probably the first real time I went “Dick Grayson is a character” was the Val Kilmer movie which like, kill me. 

But honestly the first time reading comics I remember sitting up and going oh this is a character, this is a person and I’m SO INTERESTED was reading Hush (again, good/terrible comic to read early) which means Jim Lee’s beautiful art (I may disagree with 90% of anything that man says or does and would like him to retire from DC as editor but man I can admit he draws so PRETTY) 

Yeah like that panel. And his snark about maybe this time the Joker won’t break out from Arkham for at least a month this time. 

And I was like yeah okay. This is good. Let me go add Nightwing comics to my massive library request list (All the librarians knew my name pretty fast okay)

Impression now

My FAVORITE. Like no I’m serious, he’s right up there with Luke Skywalker as all time favorite characters. And also this is why I’m so damned picky with him as a character because at his core, I think he’s an inherently optimistic character, not because he’s naive or stupid or sheltered, because he’s not. But despite the terrible things that have happened to him, and in fact despite his own nature (his temper, his distrust, his workaholic tendencies) and despite the terrible things that have happened to him over and over and over again, he still makes the conscious CHOICE to believe in goodness, in kindness and compassion, in the world being a better place. (And honestly he’s a lot like Luke “I am a Jedi like my Father Before me” Skywalker in this way). He’s still flawed, as I said he has such a temper, and is about as distrustful of people as Bruce is. But he can BUILD trust with people (unlike Bruce for like the majority of people) and everyone loves him for it. The superhero community trusts him in ways they don’t trust Bruce Wayne (which is fair considering how often Bruce like causes destruction simply due to his own massive trust issues, like the Tower of Babylon and Brother Eye). And yeah okay he’s my favorite, but there’s also this view of Dick in fandom and even the more recent writers that strips a lot of this complexity and shrewdness and leadership from him. And so like in current pre-Rebirth (I’ve been waiting for rebirth to settle a lot more than venturing in there) my impression is not great. And i dread what’s coming both there and in larger media. Favorite momentAh damn like where would I even start.

Like it’s sad that in some ways my favorite moment dealing with him ever actually doesn’t even feature him in it, and it’s Bruce talked with Earth 2 Superman and Supes saying that their world was so corrupt, so dark, so tainted compared to his and he couldn’t understand why this world survived when his own had been destroyed when it was much gooder and Bruce looks at him and you can tell he’s wondering that too and then he goes okay but what about Dick Grayson and Supes sorta goes eh? and Bruce is like if everything is so much worse here, is Dick Grayson tainted and corrupted compared to yours? And Earth 2 Superman says no, no he’s still good, and Bats goes great and fights him. You get the implication that if that hadn’t been the answer, Bruce might have been as willing to give up on this world as that Supes but no, Dick still was the same shining bright light, still such goodness in a dark world and that made the whole world worth fighting for. LIKE KILL ME. Kill me. 

And honestly I still love Dick being so good that even when all the other teen titans were down and Slade Wilson charges into his apartment even out of costume and with no warning Dick manages to jump out his window and escape where the element of surprise pretty much took down the rest of the team. That’s a classic. 

Idea for a story

I’m a sucker for aus, especially aus where the DCU is more or less the same expect Bruce didn’t raise Dick. There was one scan I found where an alternate Dick was raised by Zucco and honestly that haunts me to this day. Or a novel length exposition of the time he was a vampire hunter and Batman was a vampire who killed his parents and it ends with them being together in the night… forever. LIKE THESE ARE CANON AUS give me more of that weirdness. (A lot of Batman elseworld stories that are canon sorta downplay Dick and what I’m saying is don’t. Upplay him like crazy and how he effects Bruce at ever turn, in every world, how all the Robins exist with him through time)Unpopular opinionI hate him and Barbara. I mean, with caveats but I can’t ship it. Partly because I really got into comics around the time of Infinite Crisis, so when Barbara was blaming him for being sexually assaulted, (And there’s a lot of baggage in there because the author at the time was refusing to acknowledge it was rape so like there’s no way to deal with the aftermath of that if you’re not even saying it happened) he cheated on her (what) and I’m pretty sure they were engaged just in time for shit to totally blow up. And then we fast forwarded to one year later and like this stuff didn’t really come up or get worked through? But yeah it was just a period where i found them really messed up and unhappy with how it was written and all the new 52 stuff makes me want to scream and possibly tear my hair out.

Like okay the one time I really liked them was like in the 70s during Batman Family where like she has a phd and was at a congressional hearing and Dick came along as her assistant? Like, that was fun and cute and I really liked their dynamic. Modern comics? Not so much. Favorite relationship…. Yeah Dick and Bruce man. I’m reading this not as a romantic relationship but in GENERAL of any relationships ever nothing has driven my love for DC quite like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson and their clusterfuck of emotions about each other, the fact that no matter how or in what manner, they are fucked up in love with each other and it is incredibly destructive to both of them. They can’t like settle down and just care, because of who they are they’re constantly butting into and hurting each other and yet at the end of the day they are still the most important to each other. Favorite headcanonDick is demi sexual fight me. 

Damian Wayne

First impression

Okay I read Batman and Son like when it first came out in trade, having NO CLUE who Damian was gonna be, or how his arc was gonna play out so like my first memory is him kicking Tim through the fucking cases and going WHAT IS THIS. Like, I was pretty peeved when he showed up. I was like ugh, of course Bruce having a biological son had to happen sometime and yeah Talia, because Son of the Demon but uuuugh. That was to change. Impression nowHe is precious and must be protected, 11/10Favorite momentI mean, there’s a lot. But one panel that always sorta stood out to me was the time that Hush got plastic surgery to look like Bruce Wayne and confronted Dick and Damian like that. And there’s just this panel of Damian, barely coming up halfway Dick’s chest, putting himself between Dick and Hush like hell yes I will take you on, how dare you. And how protective of Dick it was, even though Dick was Batman and he was Robin, that didn’t even matter. 

So yeah that one panel stands out because it encompasses so much but I also love every time he loves an animal more than most humans. Idea for a storyIdk, I really like future Batman Damian again, as Morrison introduced him a couple times, including in Multiversity. I’d really be interested in the downright apocalyptic future he becomes Batman in and how the batfam backs him up, and how he creates his own because as much as his father, he cannot really work totally alone.  

Alternatively he and Billy Baston go on a series of misadventures and it’s as terrible as that sounds like it should be but also GREAT

Unpopular opinion… It’s really funny I can instantly pin down things I disagree with fandom on with Dick Grayson but so rarely with other characters. Idk? I love him? 

I guess a thing I’ve seen a lot is people not really exploring how he will change as he gets older and just sorta transpose how he is currently on his future self and obviously he’s going to grow up a lot and change and I don’t see that coming up a lot whereas I’m like super excited to see him grow up/explore him grown up in fics. Favorite relationship*Sigh* Well obviously Dick and Damian. I mean, again, this doesn’t even have to run romantically, I just loved their dynamic under Morrison. I loved the switch of Batman and Robin where Dick, who was the brightest Robin became the dark knight, with a little nugget of rage as his Robin. I still love that comics cares about them together but I feel like a lot of their later interactions misses the edge Morrison gave them. Favorite headcanon

Him and Connor Hawke hang out a lot and go to vegetarian restaurants and bookstores together and have very philosophical conversations about religion and art and literature and faith and how they view being heroes (and Damian coping with his past vs Connor growing up in a monastery) and what their fathers mean to them. 

Damian is very protective of Connor is what I’m saying, he’s the only intelligent conversation he gets sometimes. (Sometimes, way down the road, Jason joins them for bookstore excursions, looking for first editions to send Alfred and Damian is sorta pissy but he’s grown, he can handle this) 

#VS does a meme #VS does a text post #VS does an ask #this is a dcu town