#Jason is Damian’s parent in all but genetics

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Both Jason and Damian think the other has died during their time with the League.

Jason, in his grief, goes back to his plans of making Batman pay and beating his replacement into the ground.

Damian goes back to his assassin training like a madman, vowing to find the person who took Jason away from him.

It all gets a little complicated when he finds out Jason may not actually be dead at all.

#Jason raised Damian #Jason is Damian’s parent in all but genetics #you can either make Talia a villain or the one who tells Dami that Jason’s still alive #outcome is still the same because Damian goes hunting for Jason like a bloodhound #read: a scary competent baby of approx. nine years runs away and looks for his dad #no it’s not Batman sorry Bruce #Jason ‘I’m unhinged with grief’ Todd #he can’t go through with hurting Tim too much #he reminds him too much of Damian for that. #it’s all a clusterfuck #the batfam assume someone killed hood’s kid #which isn’t too far from the truth #then Dami shows up #dealer’s choice if he goes to Batman first and demands for them to bring his parent to him or he kills Alfred/dick/tim/barbara #or if he just straight up tries to find him himself #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #robin #bruce wayne #tim drake #red hood #batman #Batdad #parent jason todd #jason todd is a dad #Damian and Jason #prompts

[mossfrg]

Lost Talon au 3/?

Imagine Jason’s reaction to Dick being brought back. Like, Jason was the Robin right after Dick died— he had the biggest shoes to fill, coming immediately after the original. He was constantly trying to live up to the standards Dick unknowingly set. After he nearly died by the Joker’s hand and made his own identity, Jason felt more comfortable with himself and out to bed his worries.

But then Dick comes back, and he comes back wrong.

Jason had always privately hoped that one day this older brother would appear and take the reigns for him. The he would get to meet The Dick Grayson, have that man as an older brother.

Instead, Jason is still the oldest, and now has to deal with a half-brainwashed (non-consensually!!) genetically modified 18-year-old almost assassin who’s 12ish years out of place. What the fuck. He did not sign up for this.

Tim feels much the same way. He’s older than Dick, and that’s not something that should’ve ever happened. Tim remembers seeing Dick at galas, remembers his warm tanned skin and bright blue eyes when he’d smile. Remembers being taught how to do a flip and a cartwheel by a boy who claimed to fly from chandeliers. Remembers a kind older boy sneaking him into the gardens when things got too loud and he was so young and couldn’t handle the way his parents looked at him but this older boy was giving him the time of day-

And now that boy is younger than him. Blue eyes replaced by cold, unflinching gold. Skin still tan, but paler with a gray tint to it; black veins crawl up his throat and down his arms. He’s cold to the touch. He’s still kind, but much more hesitant in showing that softness; more likely to flash his claws than return a gentle hug. And that’s not to mention the wings, over 20ft of feathers and muscle tucked between his shoulders (he still perches on chandeliers though).

Damian had never met the First Son his Father had taken in. He’s heard countless stories of the brave, kind, caring, innocent child who creates the Robin mantle. Who didn’t kill, who made jokes, who was kind and sweet and friendly. Damian, unlike the other two, didn’t worry about living up to Grayson, but to living up to the innocent he brought. How could Damian ever be a good Robin when his hands were stained with blood?

But then Grayson, Richard, had been found. And he had blood on his hands. Less so than Damian himself, of course, and less than even Todd or Drake. But still. It was blood. And he’d gone under much the same training Damian himself had. The First Robin, trained and bloodied like Damian. Who took one look at Damian wearing his family’s name and colors and beamed for the first time since they’d brought him home, wings extending to wrap around him as he cooed, who’d heard that Todd and Drake had also shared the mantle and dragged them into the hug too, proclaiming them family and his flock, “or colony if you really want to stick with the bat theme, B, but I think it’s telling that 4/4 of your sidekicks went with a bird theme, maybe you should think of being Birdman-“

Richard Grayson, who despite everything, still managed to be himself after 12 years. Damian thinks it gives him a little hope and privately, thinks that if Richard can be so good after what he’s been through, there’s a chance Damian can be good too. Not that he’s ever say that aloud; he’s the Blood Son after all, even if Richard was the First Son.

#batfam #lost talon au #richard grayson #talon dick grayson #jason peter todd #tim drake #damian wayne #damian al ghul #batbros #reverse robins #their dynamic is neat okay #LT!dick has no clue what anyone thinks of him and assumes they all hate him #Meanwhile LT!jason is trying to figure out how to parent him #LT!tim doesnt know if dick remembers him or not and they are both too socially awkward to bring it up #LT!dami fuckin loves this funky birb assassin man who can’t preen his wings but will pull a knife if you threaten zitka #TL!bruce jsut sobbing in a corner while Alfred comforts him cause ALL HIS SONS

[cokezuko]

Damian: Todd! I regret I must ask you of all people this but… how may I make father as uncomfortable as possible?

Jason:….what did he do?

Damian: he has been inquiring about my. *shivers* relationship with kids my age.

Jason:… he asked if you were dating someone… god damnit Bruce…

Damian; now you see my dilemma. I do not wish for him to approch this line of enquirer further.

Jason: I got something, but you need to be okay with being equally if not more uncomfortable about it.

Damian: challenge accepted.

Next morning.

Damian, whacking Bruce on the head to wake him up: father I require to know about sex.

Bruce, sleep deprived into next century, Wayne; w-what?

Damian: ah yes, apologies, you need directness. I require instruction on the best way to interact with another persons genetal-

Bruce: stop! No. No. No. go to bed. Your grounded.

Damian:…

Bruce…

Damian:…. I will still require this information.

Bruce, face plants into his pillow: AHHHHHHHHHHH!

-later-

Damian: father! Wake up!

Bruce: wha! Wait why am I tied to a chair? Damian?

Damian: as you have been avoiding my previous attempts.

* pulls up a chair and gets just inside of Bruce’s bubble.*

Damian: I wish to know more about fornecating and the process behind it.

Bruce: your too young to know about that.

Damian: on the contrary, my teachers in fact encouraged us to turn to our parental figures with questions not seeped appropriate to ask in class about this subject.

Bruce, looking at his literal child asking Bruce to give him the sex talk.: I will buy you a pet goose if you never ask me about this again.

Damian: deal.

No one ever asked Damian about his love life, too afraid of what he may do as a response, instead Damian had a new goose named abstinence with a nasty habit of bitting the ankles of anyone trying to take a romantic walk on the grounds

#batfam #robin damian #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batfamily

[gothampubliclibrary]

Plot Bunny Adoption Corner #003

AU idea? What if Talia was Tim's bio mom?

(Saving this here from a Discord discussion)

Let's pretend Talia and Bruce hooked up in their late teens/early twenties and Talia for pregnant. But at the time Ra's didn't see potential in Bruce and didn't see any value in the baby. So he had the baby stolen from Talia and given up for adoption/was sold to the Drakes who wanted an heir but couldn't naturally have their own.

Talia was devastated by her son being taken from her. But her father's word was law... And her father's word was that he had the baby killed and disposed of.

Years later, during BruceQuest let's imagine that Talia was running the Cradle instead of the White Ghost.

And let's imagine that because of Tim's injury from the Widower, Talia had to have a blood test run to find a suitable blood donor from among the League staff... Only to find through the blood tests that she's matches him perfectly... Even with her Lazarus Pit exposure over the years. Tim shows similar markers for genetic exposure to the Lazarus Pit through a biological parent.

---

Damian does exist. Ra's pressured her to have another child by Bruce after Bruce rose up to become Batman.

I think also Ra's tried his damnedest to kill him after the fact so Talia wouldn't discover he was still alive.

(Ra's only kept Tim alive as a potential body swap candidate for when his current body can't be revived by the Pit anymore)

So Tim was supposed to have gone with his parents in the Haiti trip, but his parents left him behind.

Ra's was involved in introducing the Clench to Gotham and made sure Tim (as Robin) was exposed.

Ra's secretly manipulated Jason in this AU... He pretended to be Talia electronically and from a distance to give the boy information about how Bruce's "Replacement" to poison the unstable older teenager against Tim.

He was the one to give Damian instruction on how to secure his place in Bruce's family as the Blood Son by killing Tim since Bruce adopted him.

But all of it ended up failing.

#tim drake #fanfiction #red robin #talia al ghul #plot bunny adoption corner #plot bunny #ra's al ghul

[zahri-melitor]

Surprise next entry in the Bat Fanon Histories - ALFRED PENNYWORTH! (yes I'm working on Bruce but there's...so much)

Alfred, 20s: Alfred was in the British Military. Simultaneously he was also a spook for MI-6.

Alfred, 20s: Alfred was also a moderately famous Shakespearean actor on the West End.

Alfred: early 30s: Alfred’s father dies. Alfred out of respect for his father moves to the US to take over his position as butler to the Wayne Family.

Alfred, 30s: using his genetic knowledge and acting skills becomes the perfect butler to the Wayne family.

Alfred, 40s: Martha and Thomas die. Alfred is appointed Bruce's Guardian as dunno, he's there. He raises Bruce.

Alfred, old: sarcastically helps Bruce become Batman. He has Views but helps.

Alfred, old: Bruce brings home Dick Grayson. Alfred immediately becomes Dick's grandfather figure. He raises Dick.

Alfred, old: Alfred immediately bonds with Jason when Bruce brings him home. Understands everything about complex trauma in street children! Is cool with Jason having food hoards in his room and helps with them. They bond over Shakespeare and Classic Literature and Cooking.

Alfred, old: Alfred welcomed Tim to the family and immediately identified that Tim's parents were Abusive. He is quietly supportive.

Alfred, old: supporter of Damian from his very first arrival, his grandfather in the little family of Dick & Damian.

Alfred, generally about Robins: Alfred makes all the costumes and he is simultaneously completely outside of any debate over who should be Robin. He has never facilitated any transitions.

Alfred, currently: Alfred is alive! He is the perfect grandpa to everyone in the Batfamily. Everyone loves him. He is never ever wrong. Nobody wants to make him sad. His advice is always right. His opinion is always the Most Correct. Jason is the only person allowed to cook in the kitchen with him. He has a shotgun (TM).

Alfred, currently: eww old people have relationships? Alternatively, he's dating Leslie Thompkins.

#potted bat fanon histories

[lazlolullaby]

late hatching, a Batman Beyond and Batfam concept

I think i made myself clear as mud in my last post that the Batfam as it stands now in the comics does not mesh with the DCAU timeline.

but that doesn't mean the batfam can't come to Terry.

Special thanks to this fic (slice of life where Bruce is younger, has the fam but can't go vigilante anymore so they hire Terry to babysit) https://archiveofourown.org/works/44548396/chapters/112054687

and this series. (Balances dark and light very well, even if the Batfam grow and protect Gotham, Terry still gets the cowl) https://archiveofourown.org/series/1710604

So. Here's Cake #3!!! Ya'll enjoy and if you make something i'd be happy to see it!

TL;DR: Cassandra steals a delayed Damian from the League of Assassins, reunites him with his elderly genetic donor, and decides to stick around. Dick decides that he should probably keep a closer eye on the manor. More people come out if the dark streets of Gotham, ready to fight to keep it safe.

Batman II gains Pranking Auntie Black Bat, Worried Uncles Grayson and Drake, Mob Parents Jason and Roy, the gossipy PIs Signal and Spoiler, and Murder Child Robin. Terry gets an existential crisis, Matt gets a some emotional and physical wounds, and Mary gets some inheritance money.

AKA: Beyond limited capes AU.

From the top, chronologically:

Cassandra lost her chance to train with Batman. He refused, after the Incident with Tim Drake and the Joker. Even though she was a trained fighter, he can't risk it. He can't risk anyone. He points her in the right direction for help and keeps tabs like he does.

Cassandra is adopted by Nightwing and becomes the Batgirl of Bludhaven, eventually Black Bat on her own, focusing on saving other children forced into a life of cloak and dagger.

(Jason Todd was never written into the DCAU shows. He and Tim Drake were condensed for reasons. But let's presume he was there the whole time. They were friends on the streets. He was late trying to help Tim find out what was in the locker. He remembers Robin later trying to help him before suddenly leaving. Overlooked by Batman, thus overlooked by the Joker, the League of Assassins, and heroics in general. But he survived. Saw all of the pain and anger and just decided to run his little piece of Gotham how he likes it. No starving kids. No heroes or villains. Absolutely no Jokerz. Roy Harper comes to break it up but then goes: hey I'm sorry but the Drug Lord just got me clean off drugs so I'm gonna marry him.) They are older gay mob grandpas with their daughter Lian.

Since the Joker is dead, Duke's parents are not affected by the Venom. He still has an interest in vigilantes. He was able to track what happened to Robin. Batman scares him off, but he's still determined to help. So like comics canon, Bruce points him to learning opportunities. He ends up becoming a Private Investigator, of Signal and Spoiler fame.

Batman saves Stephanie Brown from her shot at the cape. They also work closely with Barbara Gordon. Stephanie is also an investigative journalist and busts open several mob and villain rings with the help of Duke, Jason, and silent help from Batman.

Cadmus sees all of these new Robins keep getting denied left and right. Concerned that Batman was needed, they go ahead with Project Batman Beyond.

Bruce discovers this. He creates a false paper trail. A company was illegally creating clones/children of the rich for blood transfusions and organ transplants. And the occasional "long lost heir" con. It was easy enough to add Terry and Matt to the list before exposing them.

Bruce went over to the Mcginnis household with a lawyer and an NDA. Terry and Matt don't have a legal right to the Family Fortune, but they do have a small trust fund to be given when they're 18. (small is relative when you're rich.)

Terry grows up. He gets the job at Wayne Manor. (With Mary's blessing, of course.)

Terry tracks down Dick Grayson and they have a agreement about weekly emails. He never comes to Gotham. (Batman II, fighting Nightwing: PER MY LAST EMAIL-) Dick doesn't show up at the Manor at all. Not until Terry sees him scrubbing the Joker Graffiti off of the Batcave walls.

Now everything after this is post-ROTJ movie.

And then. Damian. The League of assassins has been trying to recreate Batman as well. But all of the clones consistently die around their 8th birthday. So the project was delayed by decades. They accepted a work around with the splicing tech. Damian wasn't originally related to Bruce and Talia. But they overwrote his DNA to truly make him the Heir. They were training him to take over the Batman mantle - he wasn't ready to do it yet, but then Terry as Batman II pops up. Damian is angry. Cassandra is able to sneak in and use that to smuggle him out to Gotham.

so now the Manor starts filling up with Dick, Cass, Damian, and occasionally Tim and Terry gets moved to a less hectic shift. He's bounced off of solo vigilante status and now has to contend with Cassandra and Damian following him around.

The official story is that the Cloning and corporate espionage happened and now Dick Grayson came back to Gotham to help his elderly father raise his clone and handle his affairs. He brought his security detail, Cassandra. Also they get Titus the emotional support dog for Damian.

Mary Mcginnis calls Bruce and renegotiates the terms of the NDA, since the cat's out of the bag. She sits Terry and Matt down and tells them that they're not genetically related to Warren. Terry. Does not take it well. Matt is confused and sad.

Damian hears about this and tries to kill Matt both as a "thing the League trained him to do" and "he's like me why does he get to be happy?" anger and jealousy over his life.

Batman II is seen wrangling a brightly colored child and demanding that he not stab his brother. Matt recognizes the wrangling and figures out who's under the cowl.

There are now officially two Robins. Pray you get the one without a sword.

(that's it it's just Terry adjusting from being a Single Child of Batman to being a Middle Child of the Batfam)

#batman beyond #batfam beyond au #terry mcginnis #damian wayne #cassandra cain #dick grayson #Duke Thomas #Stephanie Brown #jason todd #bruce wayne #lazlo's lulls #idk something about bruce wayne dying at 8 in the alley with his parents #i mean metaphorically the child dies and what's left builds himself into batman you know #anyway i feel like Damian would feel intense Emotions upon seeing Matt and Terry #them being normal and him being shaped into a weapon #but all of them gravitating to the cape anyway #the dynamic between Papa Jason and his favorite juvie child Terry has got to be funny too

[emeraldspiral]

Thinking about Nightwing/Batgirl vs Nightwing/Starfire and my hot take is that Dick and Kory should be endgame because Dick and Babarba is kind of incestuous.

Not in the sense of it being “icky”, but in the sense of it not allowing the Bat-family to grow and branch out and limiting it’s genetic diversity, in a manner of speaking.

Like, there’s already so many Batman proteges all trading around the same three or four code names. Poor Tim even had Stephanie and Damian calling themselves “Robin” when he wasn’t even dead or retired from the role. Stephanie had to go back to being “Spoiler” so Barbara could be Batgirl again. Jason tried to be Nightwing when the writers were just considering killing Dick off and then a bunch of randos tried to make it a collective moniker for a team. Dick left Gotham and became Nightwing to get out of Batman’s shadow but then he ends up having to take on the role of Batman while he’s Comic Book Dead. He’s supposed to live in Bludhaven but he’s constantly getting dragged back to Gotham to help Batman with one thing or another. The Batman writers even made Dick break-up with Starfire because him being preoccupied with the Teen Titans meant he wasn’t available for them to use in Batman stories, which kinda misses the entire point of having him outgrow the sidekick role and leave Batman in the first place.

So I feel like if you have Dick and Barbara get together, it’s just continuing to tie Dick down to the Bat-family and preventing him from spreading his wings. You know if they have kids together someday the boy(s) are gonna be another Robin/Nightwing/Batman and the girl(s) are gonna be another Batgirl/Batwoman/Oracle and they’re always going to be defined as Batman’s grandkids, Batman’s proteges, his successors, his legacy.

With Dick and Kory you don’t have to keep up the perpetual cycle of Batman getting a new protege who looks up to him at first and then eventually figures out how miserable he is and how poorly he’s coping with his trauma and realizes that they don’t want to be like him. You can tell new stories that go beyond the scope of Gotham. You can have stories that deal with the ramifications of Dick marrying an alien princess and technically being the prince consort of Tamaran and their kids being heir to the throne. You could do something really interesting with the idea of them having a biracial child and wanting them to be connected to the cultures of both parents’ home planets. Even if the kid does end up becoming another Batman protege, at least they’d be bringing something new to the table by being the first Bat-kid with actual superpowers.

I also think it’d be more interesting for Barbara to get a love-interest outside the Bat-family as well. Maybe even follow Dick’s lead and retire from the Batgirl role, pass it back to Stephanie or Cass or some new girl and either go back to being Oracle or get a brand new identity and venture off to a new city. Go solo and do her own thing her own way, not as a Batman sidekick.

Actually, you know if she did go solo and got her very own rogues gallery that would open up opportunities for her to have some sexual tension with a hot villain. Bruce has Talia and Selina. Terry had Ace. Nightwing has basically every woman good or evil. Let Barbara have something special with a hot bad boy.

I don’t dislike Dick/Barbara as ship, but I think there’s something kind of sweet and wholesome about them just being two people who used to date and are now best friends who love each other like siblings and I think it’s better for both characters if it stays that way.

#batman #nightwing #dick grayson #batgirl #barbara gordon #starfire #dc #dc comics

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 22

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: underage drinking | 6k includes: college party w steph

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 22: Dance for Love | ao3 - wattpad

THEN

Before you headed off to the library, you bumped into your parents, who were finally home for once.

You didn’t bother to acknowledge them as you moved past them in the living room to get to the front door. They were going over a necklace they’d probably just stolen and were meticulously removing its gems one by one. The necklace alone should be enough to get your family through the next few months, that is, if they used it right. Keyword: if. 

They completely ignored you as you moved around the room, but it was fine. It was how you liked it, anyway. The only time they ever acknowledged you was when they needed money and needed you to get it. It wasn’t honest work; it was surviving.

At the last minute, Damian called you. Instead of your plans to walk four miles to the library, Damian had Alfred pull up right in front of your apartment to take you there. He insisted that he would, at the very least, accompany you until Babs and Steph showed up, though you still hadn’t exactly had the chance to tell him that you were going to a party.

As soon as you stepped into the car, Damian’s face noticeably shifted. 

“What?” You self-consciously tugged the hem of your red dress (X) lower as you situated yourself next to him in the back. “Hi, Alfred. How are you?”

“Lovely, Miss,” He said your name with his usual deadpan face, though his eyes always held a welcoming wisdom you’d come to love. “Are we still headed to the Gotham Library?”

You buckled your seatbelt and nodded, “Yes, please.” 

You chatted amicably with Alfred for the rest of the short ride before you came to a stop in front of your destination. Steph was already there, smirking wildly as Damian moved around the side of the car to open the car door for you.

“Well, hello there,” She snickered at your hand, which still rested in Damian’s palm from when he'd helped you out of the car. “What do we have here?” She looked over Damian’s usual ‘casual’ wear, which consisted of a cashmere sweater and slacks, similar to what you always saw Bruce wearing around the manor. “Dami’s coming with?”

Ah, that. 

You kind of just wanted it to be a girl’s night, but you also didn’t want your friend to feel left out. So, you turned to Damian, releasing your hand in the process.

“Would you want to come to the party with us?” Damian had still yet to speak. You found yourself growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. “Dude, what’s your damage?”

He crinkled his nose like your outfit was revolting before finally having the audacity to speak, “So, that’s where you’re going, looking like that ?” 

“Oh, shut it, Dami. You know you like it,” Steph teased him as she nodded in approval of your outfit. “Makes me wish I swung the other way.” 

You blushed and wondered if it was genetic or something in the water that made the whole Wayne family this charming.  

“Brown. Thought you’d be banned from Gotham by now.” 

“ Spoiler alert ,” She flicked at Damian’s tanned button nose, “you can’t get rid of me that easily.” 

“You really should come,” You turned to Damian, but he was already shaking his head 'no.'

“I have other obligations this Friday night,” He looked at the blonde judgmentally before turning to you with a much gentler look. “Next time, then,” He squeezed your hand gently, rolling his eyes at Stephanie’s cooing all the while. “Be safe. Call me if you need anything.” 

You squeezed back, “Of course.” 

He nodded and hesitated so briefly that you almost missed it before dropping your hand and disappearing back into the car. By the time they’d driven off, you were already buckled in and jamming out to Barbara’s playlist.

•

This wasn’t your first part, but it was your first college party and damn , did you feel out of your depth. 

The purple lace bra she wore underneath her sheer button-up did somehow bring the look together, though you still doubted anyone other than her could pull it. As soon as you walked through the doors, Stephanie was off, mingling with what seemed like every single person in the dingy, loud room. 

You remained alone as you took in the entirety of the insane scene that lay ahead of you.

College kids were littered across every place imaginable: making out on the couches, throwing up over the second-floor banister, skateboarding through the kitchen and, holy shit, keg stands were actually a thing?

Regardless of being in the police academy, Dick still knew how to throw a rager. 

You knew Dick was on campus, earning his degree alongside police academy. Meanwhile, Barbara was blowing through her law degree at a pace even GSU couldn’t keep up with. Together, the two of them were renting a house a few blocks off campus and in the heart of frat life. 

Ironically, it was a redhead that locked onto you as soon as you walked in.

“Wally,” Steph rolled her eyes, seeming to reappear out of nowhere to introduce you pointedly. “This is Bart’s friend,” At the mention of Bart’s name, the charming smirk on the kid’s freckled face instantly fell. 

She told him your name, but he was already backing off, waving his hands defensively all the while.

“The fuck are you guys doing here then?” Wally looked around, seemingly for Dick, but Stephanie pulled him down close to her face.

“We were invited here, Pippi Longstocking. So buzz off, or catch a sentence.” That was all it took for Wally to flee in the opposite direction.

Your familiar redhead replaced him.

“You know, it’s kinda cheating that you’re associating with another redhead in public,” Roy sidled up to your side with two cups, handing one to you easily. “You’re practically killin’ me over here, princess.”

“Fuck are you doing here?” You joked easily.

“I could ask you the same question, beautiful.” He eyed you up, “Never seen you wear that before.”

You regarded him, eyeing you up with a faux scowl. “Are you normally this pervy and I ignore it, or are you just especially drunk tonight?”

He snorted, handing you a beer to match the one in his hand. “’S probably a bit of both. You know I always pregame.”

“Where’s Jay?”

Roy snorted at your nickname, “Patrol with your little boyfriend. It’s the second Friday of the month,” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but you were left wildly confused.

“Patrol?” 

Little boyfriend? 

Roy seemed to sober up quickly enough. He nonchalantly moved from the wall he was leaning up against to stand fully, “Project. I meant he’s working on a project.”

“Oh,” Your brows furrowed together, not quite believing him but being too tipsy to know how to push for further information. “Well, maybe we should’ve helped him then,” You trailed off with a slight pout, not wanting Jason to think you and Roy ditched him like at the botanical gardens.

Roy was back to slouching against the wall as he chugged the rest of his beer before chucking it behind himself. 

“ Roy !” Came Dick’s voice from somewhere in the room. You didn’t have time to guess where his voice had come from before he was high-tailing it across the party to chuck a can directly at the back of Roy’s head. The contact produced a loud clang that had you dying of laughter as Roy moaned in pain. “I told you to stop with that high school shit, you dope ass lightweight,” Dick then seemed to realize that you were right there and quickly shifted back into the usual innocent puppy-dog routine you were used to, “Oh, hey! I didn’t see you there,” He said your name while ruffling your hair until you smacked it off of you. “You enjoying yourself?”

You nodded before you busied yourself with fixing your hair that he’d just frizzed up. When you were finished getting it back somewhat into place, you shot him a half-hearted glare. 

It was a good party. Hell, even better than the one Jason and Roy had thrown at the manor, but after he’d just fucked up your hair, you weren’t going to butter him up anymore. What kind of a dick messes up a girl’s hair?

Oh, wait…

Sure, last time Dick Grayson had used his police academy gear to shut down the manor party, but here, at his own place, Dick showed no signs of putting an end to this out-of-control party. 

“Is that the dress you and Steph picked out?” Barbara came up from behind you, startling you slightly when her fingers trailed over the fabric of your outfit appreciatively. “I didn’t really get to see it in the car. You look really cute!” You tried to thank her over the deafening beat, but she just winked. “Did you get a drink yet?” 

You raised the cup you’d had lowered to your side and sipped at it with a smile, “Roy got one for me.”

Apparently, even though you couldn’t hear shit, Barbara could hear everything clear as fucking day. 

Her attention easily shifted toward Roy with a warning tone, “We don’t play that shit here, Harper.”

You thought she was going to take your drink, but apparently, that hadn’t been what the warning was about. Roy, however, seemed to understand even in his drunken stupor. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He muttered something haughtily under his breath about you that you missed, but both Dick and Babs seemed to hear clearly. 

Babs looked like she was about ready to kick Roy out, but Dick just threw his head back and laughed.

“My man’s totally chill, Babs,” Dick's slur became more evident, no matter how hard he tried to hide it with his playboy grin. He threw one of his burly arms across Roy’s shoulder and the other around you as if to cement the point. “’S just got a little too much fireball in him, which is totally my fault. He’s not like that, anyway and you know it,” Dick seemed to sober up, turning to you to put both hands on your shoulders seriously. “Be careful around these older kids, though. Not all of them are so noble.” 

You nodded under the stern warning hidden in the depths of his cobalt blue eyes. He broke the eye contact and, just like that, the spell was broken. Dick’s serious face dropped into his usual beguiling smile. He patted your right shoulder before going back to chat amicably with Roy and Babs like he hadn’t just done a complete 180.

“Speaking of the unnoble, do you finally have enough alcohol in your system to suck on Prince Harry’s Prince Albert?” Roy sipped pointedly while looking across the room.

Dick smacked him without hesitation, sloshing a good portion of Roy’s drink onto his freckled face in the process.

“Don’t talk about him like that,” He hissed, looking around to make sure no one had heard. 

You watched as his eyes stuck on the redhead from earlier- Wally. One look at the gleam behind Dick’s eyes and it became apparent that you weren’t the only one with a thing for redheads.

“So, Babs’ still your beard? That’s weak, dude.”

“Like you’re one to talk.” Dick snickered, “How’s that closet, Harper?”

“Grayson, you dumbass,” Roy narrowed his eyes, “you’re right there in it with me.” 

You’d only drank half your cup but were easily lost in their conversation. Babs, however, followed their back and forth with sinister glee.

“Wayne Manor does have big closets,” You nodded mostly to yourself, but everyone heard and started cracking up. 

Even though you’d made them laugh, you had no idea as to why . The closets at Wayne Manor were practically all walk-ins, complete with dressers in the middle of them. Honestly, if you added a lock onto any of them, they’d definitely be able to double as safe rooms.

“You’re telling me,” Dick snickered at your questioning face, patting you on the back. “So, anyway, what were u guys talking about before I so rudely interrupted?” 

“Jason’s project,” You supplied, glad for the shift in topic. Dick shot Roy a pointed brow that the redhead easily dismissed. Now that you’d brought it up, your earlier worries rushed back into your brain, “Are you sure Jason won’t be upset?” 

You thought back to Damian’s hurt face and figured Jason would react much the same. Roy seemed to understand your train of thought and fought to derail it before you could lose too much of your steadily building buzz. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. He would want us to have fun,” He gently led you back to the dance floor. Dick cheered you guys on while Babs looked unamused, though she was quickly pulled away by a group of guys who were attempting to piss from off of the banister. “Don’t tell me one dance with me and you’re done?”

The weight of his hand in yours pulled at your heart, feeling your pulse quicken with each passing second his effervescent eyes lingered. His half-lidded verdant eyes, covered partially by his strawberry lashes, bore into your deer-in-headlights ones. No matter how hard you tried to play it cool, Roy was one of those people who’d always be able to crumble your resolve with just a look. 

His steady hand on your waist drew you close to his sweaty body while the other bodies around you bumped and mashed around to the beat. 

“Roy,” His name was a breathless whisper, somehow discernible above the ruckus of the party. You don’t know where you’d been going with your sentence, only that Roy had your whole, undivided attention. 

Normally, you’d try to push down these butterflies or maybe pretend like they didn’t exist, but more and more, you were starting to acknowledge that they were there- that you did feel something. 

The blurred lines kept getting blurrier and you were only getting hornier. Like, fuck .

“Yeah, baby?” His other hand wandered up your side, following your natural curves as he did so. You couldn’t help but moan into his ear as his fingers trailed your mid-thigh all the way until they, too, rested on your waist, enticing you to join the sensual rhythm he’d set. 

The music was far too fast-paced to dirty dance like last time, but it was the perfect tempo to let loose against his firm chest. Your hands were up in the air before you could stop them as your hips swayed in time to the fast beat, feeling the warmth of Roy’s encouraging hands on you all the while.

With Roy, you could always let loose and not care what others thought. He was a free spirit that flared your own inner desire for the same: to exist in the moment and exist for yourself. Freedom in its own effortless yet arduous sense.

You brought your hands down to caress the sides of his face as you mouthed along to the lyrics that were only semi-coherent in your mind. Your full attention was on Roy and his every minute reaction to you. You wanted him to want you.

If the devilish glint in his eyes, you’re pretty sure Roy might actually give in tonight. 

From beside you, Stephanie nudged the two of you, “Damn, mami.”

The roaring bass polluted your ears and you strained to understand her over the noise.

“What she said,” Roy wiggled his eyebrows.

You asked her to repeat herself, still not having heard her, but she was too busy giggling to respond. 

“Tell me,” You playfully pushed Roy. When he still didn’t divulge you, you spun around and ground directly against his dick.

The alcohol burned at your throat. You felt its heat crawl up into your skull and slosh around your brain like a ship caught in a monsoon. 

With your head turned to the side, you watched him gulp. 

"No," His dopey eyes took you in as he bit at the corner of his lip. “I don’t think I will, beautiful.” 

Your arms came up again, trailing against his chest as you slithered down the expanse of his front. You looked up at his darkening eyes from your crouched position. You’d really been thinking that, yes, Roy was definitely into you when it happened.

A sharp laugh from right above before you were knocked onto your ass. Your face cringed in disgust as you fell to the sticky, carpeted floor below. Why they continued to put carpets in frat houses? You’d never know.

A college woman, probably an underclassman by the looks of it, had bumped into you and sent you sprawling, nearly spilling her drink on your new dress in the process. The worst part? She didn’t even bother to look down at you. 

No, the bitch was more concerned with twirling her hair for Roy.

You sprang up from the ground to check over your outfit, making sure that nothing had actually spilled before glaring at her. If you were this mad, you figured Roy would be worse and looked at Roy to calm him down, but… He was too busy eyeing up the college girl to be upset on your behalf.

She noticed she now had his undivided attention and increased her efforts tenfold, “When you want to hang around a woman ,” Her eyes flicked your way distastefully, “come find me.” 

Whatever trance Roy had created between the two of you dissipated as soon as his eyes left yours.

Roy held up his finger as he downed the rest of the amber liquid in his cup before handing its empty remains to you. He winked and saluted you before ditching you. 

Stephanie replaced him easily, yelling over the booming bass, “Men are jerks.” 

She took the empty cup from your hand and chucked it in the direction Roy had sauntered off to. Before you could blink, she’d replaced your previous drink with two full shots in each of your hands. You didn’t question how she’d poured them so fast, electing instead to take them in quick succession before you could pussy out. 

You were surprised but grateful to be handed a chaser. You chugged a majority of the indiscernible sweet liquid down before letting out a ‘hoo!’ as the burning liquid finally caught up to your tastebuds.

The music blared at full blast, vibrating the thin walls that seemed to swell and retract like lungs with each rattle of the bass. The overwhelming amount of drunk students that occupied the house left your head spinning until you found yourself squashed up against Stephanie in the aimless sea of bodies surrounding you.

“It doesn’t matter,” You tried to hide your disappointment, but it was in vain. She saw right through you. 

“He’s too old for you, anyway,” She started to swing her hips in time to the music, urging yours to do the same. You reluctantly gave in, truly just wanting to go back home.

The shots had warmed your throat on the way down and were now pooling comfortably in your stomach. The party lost a bit of its edge. The music seemed less loud and more invigorating, while the mass of bodies seemed less claustrophobic and more exhilarating. 

You felt loose. You felt good .

“Just over two years!” You argued, fully giving in to the music.

She smacked your hip and your confused hands landed on Stephanie’s shorts as she ground back into you. “Have fun, bitch! Wait,” Without warning, she spun around and grabbed your cheeks in her hands, “he’s watching. Come here.”

Before you could question who ‘he’ was, Stephanie’s lips slit loosely and wetly against your own. 

Your half-lidded eyes met hers lazily. The tips of your tongues flicked against each other before your lips clashed back together. You could hardly contain the tipsy whimper that escaped from you in the process. Her kiss was doing nothing to quell the cottony feeling that steadily encompassed your brain.

“Steph,” You moaned as your eyes slid shut again. 

She snickered, “Oh, yeah. It’s definitely working. He’s like, glaring over here, dude,” You nodded, distracted by her beauty. You tugged her back in with a whine that was indiscernible above the obnoxious decibel level in the room. You did, however, hear her small noise of surprise when you sucked her bottom lip into your mouth and bit down playfully. “Oh, shit.”

Her words tickled at your sensitive skin and with all the blue balls you’d been getting from Jason and Roy recently, it was finally nice to get some actual fucking action.

You’re about to slide down to the floor with her to get a better angle when a rough hand is placed on her shoulder. Your eyes blearily blinked open to see- Jason? 

You blinked again, shaking your head. 

No. 

The man had the same dark hair and light eyes, but you didn’t know this fucker.

“Connor?” Stephanie mumbled against your tongue, which was still drunkenly shoved down her throat.

“Mind if I cut in?” You were officially lost for words as the two of you finally broke apart. A trail of saliva connected you until the dude from Roy’s grade, Conner, batted it away with a light smile.

You mumbled something along the lines of ‘no,’ but your needy touch still lingered. Your fingers drunkenly untangled themselves from her light hair before you finally stumbled back to the outskirts of the party. 

With nothing else to do, you texted Jason to see how his project was coming along. Reading back your words, they hardly made any sense, though you honestly didn’t think you were feeling it that much, but apparently so. 

You were left with a pleasant warm as you watched Stephanie and Conner dance from the sidelines, forgetting why your phone was even in your hands when you heard it.

A wolf whistle had you twisting around to see- Roy?

This time, it was actually who you thought it was. His obnoxious strawberry-red hair was hard to mistake and even harder to ignore.

And, the biggest shocker? He had the audacity to come crawling back to you.

Maybe you’d gotten a little too tipsy and a little too confident. He obviously just viewed you as a friend, so this situation shouldn’t be bothering you. Especially after your argument with Jason about blurred lines. 

Besides, like Stephanie said, he was too old for you.

“You already done?” Your unimpressed eyebrow pointed in the direction of the perky-titted blonde he’d ditched you for. 

You glanced back down at your phone, wishing Stephanie would want to leave sooner rather than later so you could avoid the rest of this awkward conversation with Roy.

He squished himself beside your position along the perimeter of the room, “You dissing my skills?” You pointedly looked at your phone until he smacked it out of your hand, catching it easily before it got too far out of your grip. “Whatever, doesn’t usually happen like this unless I drink.” 

“Whiskey dick?” You supplied monotonously, feeling somewhat better about the whole situation. 

“Something like that,” He shrugged as if uninterested in the entire conversation. 

You threw your head back and laughed, feeling all previous inhibitions leave with it. 

Deep down, a part of you hoped that you were the reason he didn’t go through with it, though you knew it was a delusional thought. One to be added to all your other ones concerning the two upperclassmen.

“You wanna bounce?” You yelled the question over the drunk kids screaming the lyrics to some 2000’s pop song.

He regarded you for a brief moment, “You’re not mad?”

Yes. 

“No,” You shook your head, throwing back the rest of your drink to soften the lie. 

“Cool,” He tried to emulate your inside joke with Jason, but you merely rolled your eyes in response.

“Whatever,” You said, effectively ruining the usual joke and leaving him to wince. In an attempt to rectify your sour tone, played up the buddy card way too hard. “So, are you trying to leave or not, bro?”

He snorted, content to follow the shift in conversation, “Sure, bro.”

“Awesome, bro,” You jested back as you nudged him toward the front door. 

You pocketed your phone, looking around for Stephanie’s signature blonde, only to see the other blonde from earlier. 

Ugh.

She glared your way, flipping you off before flipping her hair while sidling up to Wally. 

You didn’t miss the way Roy’s eyes winced at her vulgar behavior but couldn’t help but be annoyed at how he’d completely ignored it earlier. To be honest, this was the best possible ending and you couldn’t help but think the blonde’s power move was kind of iconic. 

Poetic justice, in a way, yes. 

Revenge, in a way, also yes. For Roy, that is, of course.

“Seems like Wally’s pretty good at picking up your scraps, don’t you?” You wiggled your brows. You expected him to laugh, push you, or something , but all he does is stare at you with those stupid fucking unreadable eyes. 

“Dunno,” He mumbled. “Neither of you are my scraps.”

Gee, that was comforting.

He was only focused on you now, though you remembered how that went earlier. Part of you wondered that, in the last few moments you spent at the party, if he’d somehow find a way to ditch you again. Surprisingly, he didn’t.

You went to finish your drink before remembering you’d already downed it and sighed, “Be right back.” 

After letting Stephanie in on your plans (and after she slid you a magnum condom from who the fuck knows where), you and Roy bounced, choosing to walk to his place that was just a few blocks away.

You weren’t drunk anymore, but you were definitely tipsy. You tried hard not to let it show, but your tiny stumbles and unfocused gaze were enough to let anyone in on the fact.

Roy, on the other hand, was quite obviously fucking wasted. Your arm looped in his to keep him from smashing into another drunk passerby. When you finally wrangled him through the front door, two people were there waiting for you.

“Well, well, well,” The mustached man drawled. “What do we have here?”

“Delivery?” You tried, sighing in relief when the two blonds, who you assumed to be Roy’s parents, came to alleviate the majority of Roy’s drunken weight off of you. Once he was off, you extended your arm to the rugged blond and then to the bombshell and introduced yourself. 

“Oliver, Roy’s father,” He winked, “You can call me Ollie, though.”

While they looked nothing alike, you could definitely see where Roy’d gotten his flirtatious edge from. You couldn’t help but wonder about Roy’s family situation. It definitely seemed like, at the very least, you weren’t the only one with an unconventional family life, though the Waynes were definitely still the paragon for it.

“I’m Dinah,” You reached out, shaking her soft hand with a tipsy smile. Even though it was firm, you could tell that it was just because she was buff as fuck and not anything to do with intimidation. “Roy’s been telling us a lot about you.” 

You coughed uncomfortably, which Ollie only added to by butting in with a stage whisper, “More like wouldn’t shut up about you.” He sidled up to you, wrapping his muscular arm around your tiny shoulders. “Tells us all your jokes, how you help with his homework,” He nudged you playfully. “What an attractive young lady you are.” 

He glanced up, seeing if he’d get a reaction out of Roy, but he was already practically snoring on the couch Dinah and Ollie had moved him to.

It was Dinah who stepped in, nearly sending Ollie sprawling to the floor with one swift movement that left your mouth hanging open. “We wouldn’t want to make our young guest feel uncomfortable, now would we, Ollie?”

Ollie gulped, “Definitely not my intention, pretty bird,” She tilted her head to you and his downcast eyes moved your way. “Sorry, love.”

“Trust me,” You motioned toward Roy’s slumped form, “I’m used to it.

Dinah tsk’ed and Ollie seemed to know better than to stick around the woman when her feathers had been ruffled. Without another word, he disappeared off into the next room for a few moments while Dinah got to know you a bit more, making sure you had everything you needed for the night.

When Ollie returned with a cup of bog-looking sludge, you asked the question that had been on your mind. You weren’t used to parents waiting up for you and wondered if this was a normal thing in their family.

“You normally stay up waiting for him?” You hitched a thumb over your shoulder at the redhead, who sat up straighter to accept the gross drink. 

They looked at each other, then at you as if pondering how much to disclose, “Certain months, we’re more careful to look out for him than others.”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

“That’s sweet of you guys,” You watched as Roy downed the concoction Ollie had whipped up and began to hack as coughs wracked over his body.

“We’re just trying to be the best support system for him that we can,” Dinah’s kind eyes flitted back to Roy briefly. “It’s not like we can sleep without knowing he’s at least safe either, so there’s that too.”

You laughed lightly, helping Roy with the excess green goop that had spilled onto his chin. You instantly regretted it when the sludge just kept coming.

“Holy shit !” He sputtered and pounded at his chest as the overwhelming flavor settled, “Where the fuck was this shit when I was trying to grow chest hair?” Roy seemed entirely coherent after whatever drink Ollie had offered.

“There ya go, kid.” Ollie, who was still standing behind the loveseat you and Roy were on, patted him aggressively on the back, “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“ Shit ,” Roy hissed, then did a double take your way. “Wait, you’re not that blonde chick,” He looked around the room, “ Annnd this isn’t a party. What the fuck happened?”

With Alfred and the Wayne’s, cursing was a no-no. Here? Neither Dinah nor Ollie batted an eye.

Families were fucking weird.

“I’m like 90% sure that Dick had to physically snatch the fireball out of your hands at some point,” You grimaced, thinking back to the cursed liquid you’d seen Roy toting around the second half of the night. 

“Not fucking soon enough,” He winced as he rubbed at his head. “Did we fuck?” He seemed to realize Ollie and Dinah were still very much present and winced even harder. 

It was also at this very convenient moment that the magnum condom slipped from your hands and onto the floor.

“Uh,” You drawled, knowing how everything looked.

Fuck.

“ Shit ,” Roy winced, rubbing between his brows with dismay.

Your wide eyes flicked over to his parents, who anxiously awaited your answer that, no, you hadn’t fucked.

“And we should keep it that way with alcohol involved, right Roy?” Dinah prompted, looking to Ollie for support. He cleared his throat and nodded once her glare caught him smirking at Roy.

You then, in your alcohol-induced state, thought it best to assure her that he wasn’t getting any.

“Besides, he already missed his chance,” You said smugly, referring back to Whiskey Dick Gate, then backtracked when you’re met with three scandalized faces. You rushed to correct yourself hastily, “I mean- not with me, that is. I know I’m too young.” You finished, tucking your hair behind your ear lamely, wishing you could just go to sleep before you fucked up even further. 

“But old enough for a magnum?” Ollie snickered, leaving you to blush in mortification. 

Roy choked, “I think we should just all go to bed. It’s late,” Roy yawned obnoxiously, shooting Dinah and Ollie a look that had them backing off in an instant.

They moved to go upstairs, but not before Dinah could give him a thinly veiled warning, “Be respectful to our guest, Roy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” His cheeks pooled red. “How about if you worry about her respecting me? She’s the one with the vicious mouth.” Ollie wiggled his brows, leaving Roy and Dinah to groan in dismay. “Bed, let’s all go to bed,” Roy stumbled up from the couch like a newborn deer before leading you to the room you’d be staying in for the night with a bit of help from you. 

He handed you some of his clothes to sleep in but remained in the doorway just long enough for you to notice. You couldn’t ignore his lingering, though why he did, you weren’t sure.

“Good night, Roy,” You said lightly. You attempted to close the door on him, but he wedged his foot in between the door and the frame before it could fully close.

Your shocked eyes met his own. 

He obviously hadn’t meant to actually stop the door from closing, but by the time you’d blinked, he’d already managed to school his face. His whole persona switched as if to cover up his mistake because god forbid these boys be vulnerable around you.

His usual teasing nature was amplified as he tilted his head like a kicked puppy, “Damn, so no ass then?” 

You choked on your spit, thinking about how he probably very well could’ve if he hadn’t pulled that dumb stunt early. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, or whatever delusional people called it. You knew it was probably more telling of his rambunctious character than anything. 

“Shut the fuck up, loser,” You beat down your raging blush, hoping your abrasive words might throw him off your trail.

They didn’t.

“You’re killing me here, princess,” He, honest to god, pouted and, if you didn’t already have the ick before with that shit at the party, you definitely did now. “‘Sides, you’ve already got the condom,” He added somewhat bitterly.

It came out before you could stop it, “You’re ugly when you pout.” 

You went to babble something of an apology, but his boisterous laughter cut you off. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed melted away any words you might’ve had on your tongue in a heartbeat. 

He definitely didn’t look ugly laughing, that was for fucking sure. Your ick vanished alongside his melodic cadence. 

“If I’m a loser, then you’re a straight asshole, baby.” 

You gulped at the new nickname. 

His flirtation somehow carried more weight than usual. Maybe it was the heat behind his eyes or how they constantly mapped out your body in your skin-tight dress, but Roy really wasn’t holding back.

You foolishly went wherever your slightly tipsy emotions took you. Your stomach dropped and your heart sputtered against your ribcage. Its naive flutter only spurred you on further as you leaned into his musky, sweat-ridden scent.

Anxiety pooled in your stomach, but your body moved on autopilot to give you exactly what you’ve wanted for so many months. Tremors spiraled down your entire being while lips pressed chastely and insecurely against his own.

A cool rush of adrenaline hit you like a shock wave as you pulled away from his scratchy lips. You left the door ajar as you moved away from his stunned form, “Night, Roy.” 

He hesitated.

Whether he was thinking back to the argument about these exact blurred lines or whether to continue this further- you didn’t know. Regardless, you anxiously waited for his move.

His voice was gruff, with obvious restraint, “Night.” 

The slight tent forming in his pants was all too telling. This was honestly farther than you ever thought you’d get, but you’d also thought that during the incident in the library and, you know, the one in Jason’s room. 

Right now, though, it’s just you and Roy and a whole minefield of untouchable lust.

He lingered in the doorway, having an obvious mental debate with himself before finally turning away and walking down the hall to his room. His door shut with a click and you found yourself quickly coming down from the high he’d left you riding with.

A breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in released itself into the still of the night.

Staring up at the dark ceiling of the guest room, you wondered if being a teenager got any easier. Surely it did, right? Roy would graduate this year with Jason following him the year after. From there, the three of you could continue on like you’d been for the past few months, albeit with fewer bumps in the road and a hell of a lot less hormones, right?

It all had to get clearer.

Right? 

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SHS au masterpost

aka 'shiva halfsibs au' aka "hey, wouldn't it be funny if-"

the inciting idea was "If Lady Shiva was Tim's biological mother, who would be the funniest dad option? Well what about Richard Dragon, fellow martial artist (with an oddly fitting surname for this idea), but Tim just… didn't inherit any martial arts skills from either parent."

and then I kept getting ideas.

So he finds out he was adopted whilst his dad is still in his coma, but looking for his biological parents is how the last Robin died and Jason was Cringe so tim decides he is fine with not knowing his birth parents.

notable changes during his Robin run include: him pulling the "You aren't my real dad either" card on Jack drake exactly once, and then feeling awful about it; revealing to steph he was an adoptee to try and make her feel better about choosing adoption for her daughter; actually very little of the Eddie Drake scenario changes, Tim is still a freak who doesn't want to be adopted twice.

After Kon dies (and thus after steph/jack drake/the population of Bludhaven all die within a very small timespan), instead of going on a cruise with Dick and Bruce for the One Year Later timeskip, he decides to go follow up on some Ominous Comments shiva made about his birth parentage when he first trained with her… three years ago. 

surprising nobody, her ominous comments about his parentage were because She Is his parent. she recognised him as Robin bc she used to come to observe his martial arts tournaments. ~the stalking is genetic~.

they go on a vigilante Road Trip together so he can Fix Her/find out Who's The Dad, and she can make him worse/try to recruit him as her protégé again. ultimately it ends up a Complete Disaster and Tim decides he was An Idiot who made Bad Decisions and needs to get back to batman. 

he joins them midway through the cruise and immediately has to defuse tension between Bruce and Dick but its okay, he likes to feel like he's helping.

cass doesn't get a villain arc but she does fight Tim over how badly he handles the "they're siblings" situation. specifically, by not telling her about it because instead of trying trying clone kon he is undergoing a "I must push everybody away emotionally :(" arc. she's justified in being mad at him

he spills about going after shiva and finding out who his birth parents were to Bruce and dick, and considers quitting being Robin, but instead gets the bat equivalent of a heartfelt message of love and support by Bruce reaffirming that Robin is his and he can keep working with them. I mean it happens bc he passed another of Bruce's Secret Morality Tests but like Tim we must look on the bright side of this situation 

also Bruce dna tested him when they found out he was adopted and knew his birth parents the entire time and just didn't tell anybody. God fuckjg  dam it Bruce.

things happen, he goes to seek out Richard Dragon for training and because he should probably tell him, "surprise you had a kid with lady shiva and I am that kid". he remains Just Okay at fighting.

on his way home he gets hit with an amnesia stick, whilst back in gotham damian gets dropped off by talia and then Bruce 'dies'. this is dick's nightmare scenario. cass becomes convinced Bruce is still alive and goes to hunt down proof, ruining the day of the council of spiders and ras Al ghul in the process. dick is still in his nightmare scenario

meanwhile on the other side of the world Tim has no idea who he is, is being mentored by Lady shiva, deduced that he's a nonlethal fighter and that this must have been important to him for some reason, hangs out with cultists, wins an underground death match fighting tournament by exploiting rule loopholes, and also has just figured out he is bisexual. 

when he regains his memories and meets kon again he is going to finally puts those pieces together and lose his mind.

when he finallly undoes the Amnesia and returns to gotham he is Not Happy to find out he got 'replaced' as Robin and dick seemingly never looked for him. but then Jason gives him an unhinged "be my robin" speech and he realises that just bc he isn't Batman's Robin doesn't mean he can't do good in the world. he is going to Robin the hell out of this cringe villain loser, be a sober companion for doing murder, and get Jason Todd back onto the right path by the time Bruce comes home from TimeHell

Outfit Designs:

Vigilante Road Trip aka Jackdaw and Crow

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Post Amnesia Arc aka Starling v1 and v2

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#shiva halfsibs au #I think I covered all the important bits

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Steadily Becoming What I Hate (I Know Who You Are Now)

by capitalDyke11 It’s Dicks fault, as most things usually are. Jason had just wanted to do his regular-causal-normal-red-hood-threatening-people-with-guns-thing, all while ignoring his screwed mental state like the red-blooded american citizen he most definitely is, caw caw or whatever eagles say. “You can’t be an american citizen if you’re legally dead, Jason” He can do whatever he wants to do so mind your own goddam business, narc, and he would have been fine if Dick had also minded his own goddamn business and stopped following him while on partol. But no, Dick had to be a dick. Anyway, Dick’s usual dickishness is far from the most important problem Jason has right now. That title goes to the aching stab wound in his abdomen. But frankly he would be in a lot less pain if Dick listened to anything other than ABBA. Words: 2063, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Duke Thomas Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Implied/Referenced - Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Dick Grayson is in Therapy, Hurt/Comfort, jason gets a little stabbied but it’s not like we actually see him get stabbied, References to Drugs, no beta we die like jason todd, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Dick Grayson Angst, Jason Todd Angst, Angst, Domestic, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily Angst (DCU), Imma write a whole chapter in Dukes pov bc he fucking deserves it, Attempt at Humor, Humor, i try to be HaHa, Bruce Wayne WILL be going to therapy, He’s not there yet tho, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, its genetic via https://ift.tt/3AWGPUE

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What fish the bats would keep if the bats had fish:

(this is just for fun, please feel free to add on or argue with me)

Obviously Steph would get a purple betta fish in a tank with purple rocks and a castle ruins statue. Practically writes itself.

Cass gets a tank of those genetically modified glow in the dark fish with a black light. And some neon tetras. She likes to watch them zip around.

Duke’s not a fish guy, but he is, however, a hermit crab guy

Barbara also isn't a fish gal but if she was she'd make a wonderful little ecosystem with those fucked up looking bottomfeeders and snails.

Damian has a koi pond in the backyard. With frogs.

Tim’s got a big tank of those mini clownfish in his office. He finds them very calming. They’re all named Nemo.

Jason wouldn't get a fish because he's on the move so often but if he did it would be a red cap oranda goldfish that he’d be WAY too emotionally attached to.

Dick would have a little ecosystem of various goldfish he's won and some angelfish and tetras. Maybe blue betta called Nightfin in his own tank. Either way he keeps them at the table and watches them while he eats.

Bruce's parents get him a molly when he was a kid to teach him about responsibility and death or whatever but instead the molly had babies who had babies who had babies and now it's been thirty years and they still have them. Everyone thought the lineage was lost after the quake but Bruce had decided to keep some of them in his room and the Watchtower. Bruce also has a giant tank of murky water in tucked away in the Cave and they've seen him bring home mutated fish from the harbor but nobody knows if it just contains other harmless mutants or if those are food.

Finally, Alfred never owned a fish but when Dick was a kid Bruce took him to the pet store to get food for Ace and he found a catfish and thought it's whiskers looked like Alfie's. Batfish the Catfish lived on for many years until passing while Dick was in high school.

#leo says shit #batfam

[night-wilf]

Writing prompt 24:

Gotham is not a kind city, that is known. What people don't know is that Gotham is Purgatory on earth. To enter is a one way ticket to an eternity with the worst of humanity.

The children abandoned by their corrupted parents becoming people who belong in this city.

The Joker a victim of this cycle, born to an abusive family with mental illness running through his genetics. Broken by the city's hold and becoming the clown prince of crime. His wish to control his life being twisted into the cruelty he had towards him becoming his attitude towards his unending life.

The other bat rouges are no different, the few who landed in the city unchanged becoming part of the many faceless spirits who are part of the walls.

Bruce Wayne is the lord of this realm, having sacrificed his soul during his last moments of life to save others from the criminals like the one who killed him and his parents. Maintaining a human form to communicate with the live souls outside his domain.

His wards are the souls he has saved from becoming part of the population he watches. Some almost too late....

Tim and Barbara are charged with the smarter people there, keeping them in their toes. Making those people go insane as they can't catch the pair.

Jason is charged with the more violent inmates, focusing on the Joker especially. Red hood is always there during a break out in Arkham asylum and torments with inmate's as he keeps them in their cells. Some 'hallucinating' a link of red whenever they think of leaving.

Dick is charged with the children as he has a kinder facades than their more threatening siblings.

Damian and Cass are charged with the human demons that walk the streets, their violence encouraged when they run. Swords of flames and lightning by their side as they stalk the streets at night.

Steph and Duke are charged with the more agreeable souls. Keeping them at be and being rather cheerful towards them all.

Bruce takes the rest as his own responsibility. Making sure they keep their human sides and don't lose them, not wanting to lose them to the darkness he rules. Their human forms vital to keep the connections they require to stay sane.

Something which is not easy.

Alfred the only good soul in Gotham as he keeps his family safe from their home.

Bruce doesn't want to trap innocent souls in his city and placed the ban on heroes in his city for that reason. Not wanting to control them or take them away from their lives and loved ones.

No one outside Gotham knows who he is. A well guarded secret only few can know (mostly magic users). The spirits of death flocking to his side as he stands among their ranks in the world of the dead and Infinite Realms.

A servant to the king.

Yes Constantine hates working with him.

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[zorilleerrant]

it annoys me so much when people are like ‘oh all the members of the Batfamily grew up as only children’ like. no they didn’t

Dick explicitly had a brother in The Most Canonical Timeline, but even if he didn’t, a circus that’s going to have one kid around is going to have lots of kids around, there’s just no way he’s going to be the only kid around a bunch of adults the way the comics like to say. Either it’s a professionalized circus and Dick just wouldn’t be around practices/performances much at all, or it’s a generational circus full of families and he would be raised communally with all the other kids there treated like siblings by all the adults.

Jason spent a couple years homeless, and in that time relied on other kids and had them rely on him in order to survive, building familial dependencies and relationships he still cared about even after he came back as Red Hood. It was a massively interdependent network of everyone being the only one who really cared about the others, and all of them willing to do anything to defend each other. This is not even counting the number of foster homes he was in and out of and the other kids in them that he had to navigate as sibling relationships in order to figure out how to survive them.

Steph grew up in the kind of neighborhood where people are of necessity up in each other’s business, both because there’s no way to maintain real privacy and because they need to pay attention to warning signs of danger. Everyone knew her dad was Bad News, and everyone knew her mom couldn’t handle it on her own. Steph definitely had a neighbor with a similar aged kid who basically adopted her, and would always invite her over for a “playdate” and then straight up parent her whenever anything was too Much for her mom. Even though Steph doesn’t realize this happened until she’s an adult, well after they’ve fallen out of touch, eventually it occurs to her that the neighbor treated Steph and her legal child(ren) as siblings, and that’s why they never felt like friends.

Cass was raised by a man horrible enough to kidnap women and force them through pregnancy to breed his perfect assassin army, and had a whole passel of assassins around him at all times as part of this endeavor. How on earth can anyone expect he stopped at just one kid and didn’t constantly breed or kidnap more of them, forcing them all to live and learn and fight together? Even if he made specific provisions to separate them based on their genetics (plausible), he’s still the kind of guy who forcibly impregnated people, so he’d have a bunch of little baby hims around. Cass was just the most perfect soldier out of them.

Duke’s childhood involved him a) thinking it was on him to save his entire neighborhood and b) having the time to devote to that while no one else was paying attention and thinking that was the normal way to go about things. Which means that both his parents weren’t around much to guide him in learning because they were so busy, but that they socialized him with extremely strong community ties, in a community that trusted Duke back. Which means his parents left him all the time with a neighbor who was the hub of the community, a daycare essentially, but because the kids spent all day every day together basically, and the need to perform a united front was drilled into them as a young age, they thought of each other as family and therefore as siblings (for those in similar age bands).

Damian grew up with Mara being constantly pitted against each other, compared, taught together, and used against each other as punishment. They were each other’s worst enemies and only allies; they had no one to rely on but each other and they couldn’t rely on each other, but they couldn’t escape either because they were family. They were always around each other and that was the way it was going to be forever, until it wasn’t.

Babs’s brother was named JJ (James Gordon Jr.)

[heleizition]

batfam AU where all the kids except damian at first can shift into animals

(details under the cut)

29/11/20 EDIT : ok i should have edited this months ago actually but i changed my mind like a week after making this post and damian IS a shifter but it was blocked and he didnt know and it unlocked when he was like, 15

• being a shifter isnt like being a meta in canon, it’s much more common and accepted, so all of them are pretty public about being on

• this is an au where the robin role never existed, bruce didn’t want his underage kids out there

• shifting form is genetic but for dick, while both his parents had bird forms, he inherited a form one of his grandmother had. he was the only one who couldn’t fly as a shifter, so he learned as a human.

• bruce, damian and alfred are completely human.

• bruce was surprised dick was a shifter because he had never performed as a panther and he didn’t exactly tell him so one day he got dick asleep against him and then he got a baby panther purring on his lap

• jason as always thought of his hyena form as like ugly or inferior, a perfect image of his upbringing, and he doesn’t shift at the manor until like a few weeks into his stay which hurts, like he knows dick is a shifter, but hes a PANTHER which is much more glorious u know ? but day after day he has behavior and tics that bruce notices and he understands that jason is a shifter, and after a few days he tells jason that he knows and he’s like hey . u should shift. this isnt healthy. n jason just looks down bc hes so sure mr wayne wont want a scrawny battered hyena on his property, so he shift, and hes so SMALL and bruce just holds him ,, ,, pubby ,, ,

• tim is the least surprising to him bc at this point hes like EH and also he has seen that cat here and there AND selina always thought that the kid was cute which should have put him on the trail. however he has, lots of trauma related to that cat shape :( . jack drake was a complete human, but janet had some relative who could shift, which she hated and found absolutely repulsive so when she learned that tim could so that she just, kept on punishing him for it. tim would get punished by being actually treated like an animal. locked in cat cages. being told to turn so he would take less space. (”they like me better this way”)

he doesn’t know how to be as a human, doesn’t know how to be touched and talked to by loved ones, and to be given affection in general, but as a human its even worse ? he spends a lot of his time in cat shape just bc he’s used to but like that’s not bc he likes its . 

(the waynes help a lot with that)

• i dont have much to say on coyote steph except that she always playfights with jason and that she does not hesitate to bite bruce when he’s being a bitch and shes also weirdly competitive with titus lmao

• cass shifting into a bat made bruce so happy he smiles so much everytime,,, she just sits on his shoulder and nuzzle

• duke being a komodo dragon, he’s weak to the cold and can’t really shift in winter. the rest of the siblings  just pile up on him to warm him up all the time.

• damian not being a shifter makes him feel like he’s rejected or that he stands out in a weird way at first, but dick (and then the rest) is quick to include him.

• actually him being human means he gets so many cuddles

• tim and damian actually get along really well,,, while they bicker and fight a lot when tim is human, in kitty shape he just, sits on him and gets pet or watches what damian is doing, they just hang out.

• “damian, alfred the cat told me to tell u that ur a little bitch” “NO HE DID NOT”

• fully frown panther dick and hyena jason just both climb on bruce at the same time and he sighs so loudly

• common cuddle pile found around the manor :  steph curled around tim and cass  on top of them, dick and jason full grown shifters sitting on top of bruce, jason sitting on top of human tim just because, dick and damian, steph and damian, tim and damian which surprises everyone, duke and steph and cass, everyone on top of human duke in winter,

• when shifters shift they are restricted by space (if kitty tim is in a tiny space his human body couldn’t fit in, he cant shift back, same with cass, or if duke wants to go from human to big lizard and he’s like, in a closet), and emotions make it harder to shift. also they do NOT lose their clothes they’re like magical girl transformations without glitter (disappointing)

• panther dick grooms all his siblings. he grabs whoevers closest and he licks. :3c

• many many times have tim’s siblings bit his neck to drag him to bed.

#damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #stephanie brown #duke thomas #cassandra cain #batfam #batbros #dc comics #batman #eddy's art #shifter au #500 #1k #2k

[bitimdrake]

Do you know if any of the Bats and adjacent characters have extended family in canon? I know Kate Kane is Bruce’s cousin and Damian has/had an aunt. But is that it? Are they all only children of only children? Tim had to make up an uncle. Both Dick and Damian have evil immortal grandfathers. I can’t remember if even Steph or Barbara have mentioned anyone.

Generally the answer is no here. Family members just tend to not be introduced unless they are plot relevant, so we do have a lot of only children floating around.

That intro make make it seem weird that this list is still pretty long, but most relatives here (outside of the Kanes and Al-Ghuls) are very short-lived characters who had one or two plotlines. As far as regular civilian relatives floating out there in the world...yeah, not a lot.

The Kane-Wayne family is a bit bigger, since post-Flashpoint it ties Bruce and Kate together. Bruce has a cousin in Kate and an uncle in her father Jacob. Kate has a twin sister, Beth Kane/Alice, who was thought to die as a kid, before returning in adulthood as a supervillain under the name Alice. Not sure if Bruce has ever interacted with Alice.

In the New 52, they have an uncle Phillip, who died shortly after Bruce became Batman. He and Kate are also related to Bette Kane/Flamebird....somehow. Another cousin? I think??? And there have been a whole bunch of old Wayne ancestors referenced in various stories, but no others I can think of in the present day.

The Al-Ghul family also has a fair few relatives. Beside Talia, Ra's has both another daughter, Nyssa Raatko (major appearance: Death and the Maidens) and a son, Dusan (major appearance: Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul). Dusan was rejected on account of Ra's deciding his albinism made him unworthy, but remained loyal anyway. He essentially died when Ra's took over his body. Nyssa was more opposed to Ra's, but also died late in pre-Crisis in a League power struggle. There's also "the Sensei", father to Ra's, who pops up on occasion, and the "Daughter of Archeon", half-sister to Ra's who appears briefly in Red Robin.

Post-Flashpoint, Dusan has a daughter Mara, Damian's cousin. She is apparently from Teen Titans vol 6, and has definitely met Damian, but I haven't gotten there yet so I can't comment on their relationship, nor Dusan's post-flashpoint incarnation.

Post-Crisis/Pre-Flashpoint, Barbara was adopted by Jim, so she has additional relatives in original parents Roger and Thelma Gordon. Post-Flashpoint, she's just Jim's daughter to begin with. Either way, she has a brother, James Gordon Jr, making her the only batkid to have a biological sibling (and even then, only in post-Flashpoint, as he's her cousin/adoptive brother post-Crisis).

Cass has a few siblings or pseudo-siblings in the kids David Cain tried to train before her. There's a boy only known as "Mad Dog" in her original Batgirl run, who shares no biological relation. Cass finds out about a now dead sister, Annalea, in the terrible evil!Cass arc in Robin. And Cass meets "Marque" in Batgirl vol 2, who is confirmed to share genetics with her.

Stephanie has an uncle Dave on her mother's side, who appeared in a single issue (Batman Chronicles #22) to be creepy and make her uncomfortable. Unlike every other batkid, Steph has never lost both parents or needed adoption, so it's totally possible she could have more extended relatives who just haven't been plot-relevant.

Post-Flashpoint adds Dick's evil resurrected ancestor, William Cobb/Talon, and (apparently, haven't gotten to these yet) reveals Faye Gunn to be Jason's grandmother, adds in Ra's mother as another apparently immoral Al-Ghul, and is currently teasing that Melina Zucco might be Dick's secret half sister.

And that leaves Tim. Technically he had family via his step-mom Dana--at least one sister and two nieces who Tim meets at Jack and Dana's wedding (Robin 80-page Giant). But he obviously didn't know them growing up, and Dana never adopted Tim, so they didn't come up after he was orphaned.....and I assume it's just a matter of time before he gets a shocking secret sibling/uncle/cousin/grandparent reveal.

#dc #batfam #bruce wayne #kate kane #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #cass cain #stephanie brown #damian wayne #ask #anon #dc ref #* #*dc #alright yall jump in if i've forgotten someone #eta to add more. thanks to the helpers in the notes!

[verymuchimmortalcat]

To Have Several first Meetings

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 1: Meeting for the first time

ao3

@maribat-bdbwm

Marinette had known she was adopted since she had been twelve and had a project about genetics in school. Her parents had explained to her that her mother had given her up for adoption since she wasn’t in a situation to take care of her and didn’t think her father would be able to. Marinette’s mother had passed away soon after and while Tom and Sabine had her father’s information neither of them had ever contacted him. They left the option up to Marinette, and at the time she hadn’t cared, she had two loving parents and she was happy.

.oOo.

Marinette meets Batman for the first time when she’s 14. Wonder Woman had been in contact with them from the beginning of the hawkmoth situation, but after Heroes Day Batman insists on speaking to the them. As they enter the Watch Tower she can feel Cat Noir buzzing with excitement next to her. She’d laugh but she’s too nervous to do so.

Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman are waiting for them. Marinette’s glad there aren’t more heroes around, Cat Noir looks like he might explode in excitement. They sit down at the table and Batman speaks first, “You need training.”

She’s well aware of that, but the way Batman says it irritates her, but she ignores it. She’s here because Diana asked, and because Batman is right about their lack of training.

Superman speaks up then, “We can help you with that. You can use Titans Tower for your training-”

“-And due to the nature of the threat you face, the two of you and the rest of your team is welcome there anytime.”

Marinette doesn’t point out that the rest of them are temporary heroes, it will probably alarm them more. She knows Cat Noir is probably jumping at the offer but she wants to know “why?”

Batman’s the one to speak, “if you’re going to protect Paris, then you’re going to need to be trained well.”

Marinette doesn’t know why Batman has a sudden vested interest in Paris’s safety but she’s going to go along with it. They do need the training and it will be nice to talk to more heroes their age.

“And the Justice League won’t interfere in Paris?”

“No.”

“None of them? You have a very large team and not all of them are here at the moment.”

“I will ensure everyone is informed.”

Marinette drops it, Batman sounds sincere.

.oOo.

Cat Noir and Ladybug make their first appearance in Titans tower that weekend. Cyborg and Nightwing are the ones waiting for them. They meet a lot of heroes. There’s Robin, Red Robin, Superboy, Wonder Girl, Kid flash, Solstice, Ravager, Beast Boy, Raven and apparently there are more of them usually but those are the ones she meets.

Civilian names are a whole another thing. Ladybug, Cat Noir and the Bats don’t share theirs but then there are the others. Cassie of course doesn’t have a secret identity. And Kon, Bart, Kiran, Rose and Gar don’t really mind telling another super hero. It’s a bit weird how forthcoming they are with their identities, Marinette’s had the no sharing identities rule hammered into her head for over a year now, and meeting the Teen Titans is making her question that rule.

As time passes and the miraculous team grows larger and the heroes become permanent, Titans Tower becomes steadily more occupied during weekends and training relaxes into hanging out.

They still train of course, the bats help with figuring out hawkmoth and Mayura’s identities, pretty much everyone helps with the actual fighting, and Raven helps with the more magical aspects. She meets pretty much all of the teenage superhero community over the course of a year. It’s pretty cool.

.oOo.

About a year after they start their training, they figure out Hawkmoth is Gabriel Agreste and Mayura’s Nathalie Sancouer. It’s not surprising but she knows they’re all worried how it’s going to affect Adrien, who as they learn is Cat Noir.

Marinette is fifteen when Hawkmoth’s reign over Paris ends.

Paris celebrates for days. But Marinette can’t bring herself to feel anything anymore. It’s not that she hasn’t been dealing with her emotions with the constant trips to the tower it’s just not letting herself feel anything in Paris becomes normal.

Her parents start to get worried and as much as she would love to calm down their fears she can’t. Luka, Juleka and Alya are the ones who join forces to convince her to reach out to her biological father.

When she gives in and asks her parents, they give her his contact information happily, assuming that’s what had been bothering her all this time. Marinette doesn’t correct them.

It takes Marinette a few weeks to call him but she does call him.

.oOo.

It turns out he already knew about her; he had just figured waiting until she was older was the better approach. Marinette wasn’t really sure what to make of that but he had invited her to his house in Gotham to spend a week getting to know him and the rest of his children.

Marinette accepts his offer happily. It would be nice to learn more about her father and his family (beyond what her research turned up with, Gotham reporters didn’t seem very sensible), and get out of Paris for a while.

.oOo.

Marinette is met by M. Pennyworth, who’s their butler, at the airport. Her parents had let her come on her own after M. Wayne had assured them that she would be safe. There had still been an unnecessarily large number of people to send her off at the airport, though.

Their ride to Wayne Manor is filled with a good amount of nervous rambling, from Marinette’s part. Alfred (he had insisted upon being called so) asks her about school and friends and Marinette goes on a lot of tangents as she talks about everyone in Paris.

There several people waiting at the entrance when they reach the Manor. If she wasn’t anxious about meeting her family, she would probably be more amazed at the beauty of the Manor and the surrounding grounds.

She waves awkwardly at them and says, “hi, I’m Marinette.”

The shortest boy among them, Damian she believes, turns away and walks back into the Manor. Her father turns as if to follow him but he’s stopped by the second tallest of her siblings, Marinette doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the idea of siblings but she finds she quite likes it, “I’ll go check on Damian. Bye Marinette, see you around.”

She waves at him silently and all of them fall into silence, Alfred having left them. Would it be too late to turn away now?

There aren’t enough pictures of Bruce Wayne’s children on the internet, with the exception of Tim Wayne, for her to recognise all of them but she's pretty sure the one who finally breaks the silence is Jason Todd, returning from the dead created more than enough reading material for her research.

“I'm leaving. Nice to meet ya,” and then heads off. None of the others seem to think it’s strange, so she doesn’t dwell on it.

Mr. Wayne clears his throat and says, “we should probably head inside.”

“Truly one of your brighter ideas B,” Tim says and the other two laugh. They introduce themselves as Cass and Duke once they’re inside and Mr. Wayne tells her she can call him B or Bruce like the others do or whatever she’s comfortable with, Marinette nods in reply. And then she’s being dragged along to somewhere deep in the Manor by her new siblings and they’re talking about some kind of prank war that they’re apparently in the middle of.

Marinette grins. This is bound to be interesting.

#is the several ony twice? #yes. #Am I too tired to care? #also yes. #I rewrote half of it today even though I've had the whole thing written for days #but then i decided i didn't like it half an hour before i posted #still dont like it but eh #bio dad bruce wayne #maribat #mbdbwm2021 #my writing