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aaaa i never post on here but oops here i am! a quick intro abt me- hewwo! i'm jisung! a small story writer (sometimes) and fanart maker! i'm into de, kpop, anime, kamen rider and super sentai! the styles of stories i write are mostly romance ones! and today i got a romance one for ya!

yes yes normally ppl try to make character × reader ones; and i would try to as well but for this particular one i had used my oc because i wanted to write a oneshot for her and my boi tim drake! ik i'm prolly not the best at writing but i try my best!

anyway enjoy this short info abt my oc b4 we start!

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Name: Elizabeth "Liz/Lizzy" Vail

Hero Name: Pyrite (not mentioned

Age: 15 (takes place prior to the start of YJ season 3)

Parents: Nick Vail/Spark (deceased) and Lexi Vail (deceased Oliver Queen/Green Arrow (adopted father) and Dinah Lance (adopted mother)

Love Interest: Tim Drake/Robin

Powers: Fire and Crystal

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TW!!: death, mentions of killing, mental abuse, gore, self doubt, anxiety, and depression. let me know if i missed any!

Word Count: 5959

Plot: 10 years ago a supervillain by the name of Arid would kill two superheroes, he sets out to kill their child as well, but before he can he gets locked away in Belle Reve. 10 years later he escapes prison and teams up with the Joker in hopes of finding now 15 year old Elizabeth Vail, the last known Vail in existence. Meanwhile, Elizabeth is a “powerless” girl who thinks she can’t do anything right and has been experiencing nightmares for the past few months, only for them to be true. Can Elizabeth manage to find herself and save everyone form Arid or will Arid have his way and kill Elizabeth? Only reading it will reveal the answer!

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Haze covered the ground as moonlight shone down onto the lonely streets of Gotham, under the light laid a body on the ground with blood seeping around it. Darkness swallowed the moon with eerie clouds as a male wearing a clown mask would lick blood off a knife he held and howl with laughter.

Waking up in a puddle of sweat on the other side of Gotham, a young female no older than 15 would breathe heavily as she looked around for something to cling onto, though too late because her palms were bleeding due to them being clenched for so long and hard. She would get up, going into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror; her yellow eyes had bags under them while her hands were bruised. Sighing softly she would sit on the closed toilet and wrap them with gauze that was sitting out, assumingly from her parents who forgot to put it away. “That stupid dream again… Elizabeth Vail what’s wrong with you…”

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“… You don’t think it’s a dream huh?” A female with blonde hair would ask a female that had green skin and red-brown hair. The two stood in the Watchtower alongside the green one’s lover.

“I don’t believe it is, from the sounds of it happening so frequently it could be a warning.” The green skinned female would say as she ran her fingers through her short hair. “If she will let me look through her brain I can probably get a better idea.”

“You know that’s not right, M’gann, she isn’t the type of person to let someone sort through her memories.” A male wearing a skin tight black tee shirt with the superman logo on it would say with a slight annoyance seeping through his voice. The green female— M’gann would roll her eyes as she heard the Zeta Tube announce a few members' arrivals into the tower. Nightwing— Richard would enter followed by Eclipse— Ava, Batman— Bruce, Robin— Tim, Green Arrow— Oliver, and Elizabeth would enter, talking amongst themselves.

“I never knew you could throw a punch like that, if I hadn’t dodged that would’ve hurt.” Green Arrow huffed a chuckle as he ruffled Elizabeth’s hair, “babe, you should’ve seen her in action, she was amazing, Liz took down two villains by herself today.” The arrow user said as he would walk over to Black Canary— Dinah, the first female, holding her hand as he looked at the bat family and his daughter. Superman— Clark followed by Helix— Amelie would quickly follow, the two talking amongst themselves when entering before noticing everyone else, making them open up more.

“How was your mission, Ba—“ Superman’s words would be cut short as Helix placed a hand on his chest, signaling him not to speak.

Black Canary would watch her adopted daughter, she would be holding onto Robin’s shoulder, steading herself from falling it seemed. “Lizzy, what’s wrong…?” The bird heroine would ask as she watched the child let go of her friend's shoulder, before stumbling, almost falling if it wasn’t for Robin grabbing onto her again, pulling her against him.

“Elizabeth?” He asked as he slowly moved into a sitting position on the ground, letting her sit in his lap.

“I-I’ll go get some ice!” M’gann said as she ran off, Superboy— Conner/M’gann’s boyfriend would rest a hand on Elizabeth’s forehead, sighing,

“She’s warm, but she seems fin—“

“Guys, give her some space, crowding around her like this is making it impossible for her to speak.” Eclipse would sigh as everyone would scoot backward. Elizabeth would sigh softly, thanking Eclipse before looking at the room.

“I just… I haven’t slept well, I think it’s because of the dreams I keep having.” Elizabeth said as she would stand up, with Robin holding onto her still, worried almost.

“What dreams?” Superboy asked.

Elizabeth would clench her fist as she looked down, sighing. “It’s been happening for like a month now, there are nights when it’s just this guy holding a balloon repeating the words ‘I will find you.’; and then there are nights where he is actually killing people… I see the reports on the news about a mysterious killer out on the loose and they look the same as the one in my dreams… recently when he just stands there his words are now ‘I’m closer now, you will die soon!’ a-and behind him there is a wall with the word die on it written in blood…” Her eyes would shake slightly as she felt her hand shake. “I-I don’t know who this person is or why they’re after me…” She would whimper softly. Robin would grab her shaking hand and rub it soothingly.

“Whoever this guy is, he will be turned in.” Robin would say as Batman went to the computer, he would sigh in a complaining way.

“This is the guy?” He asked as Elizabeth confirmed it, Batman and Superman’s eyes would sharpen on their faces. “Arid. He worked alongside the Joker for years before he abandoned the Joker and murdered two superheroes before getting locked up in Belle Reve… 10 years ago. It seems someone paid his sentence fee and now he’s free from jail… out to kill you.”

“Killl me? Why me?” Elizabeth asked.

“Because… your parents were the two superheroes he murdered the night he was arrested.” Green Arrow sighed as he looked at the young female. “Ember and Spark; respectively the fire warrior and the crystal warrior; Your father, Nick Vail/Ember was a firefighter in his human life, but as a hero, he was one of the best, meanwhile your mother, Lexi Vail/Spark was a meteorologist in her human life; They fought side by side, they ended up having you even before they got married, when you were just born, they wed one another… and when you were just 5… they were slaughtered on their anniversary night… me and Dinah were watching you that night while your parents were out… but they never came to get you, then the worst happened… and after that, we kept you, the league wiped all existence of Ember and Spark, not wanting to relive the trauma from that night.”

Elizabeth would look down as she would lift her hand, trying to summon any bit of power she contained, though nothing came out. Helix would watch in silence letting her face fall, worried for Elizabeth. Robin would take her hand in his as he peeled his mask off, “Let’s go out for a bit, get some fresh air, you need it.” He would say as he dragged her off to the Zeta Tube. Black Canary sighed and turned away from everyone, her eyes shaking as she looked down clenching her fists.

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Walking through the streets of a carnival, music playing softly as lights flashed to the music, Elizabeth walked alongside Tim, the two of them holding hands still, smiling like the goofs they are. “Tim…” Elizabeth’s gentle voice asked as she looked at him. Tim noticed her facial features drop, saddened.

“Liz..? What’s wrong?” He asked as the two stopped walking, facing his school friend. Elizabeth felt her face sink more into sadness as tears began to well up in her yellow eyes. Tim’s blue ones widened as he pulled her into a calming embrace letting the girl cry.

“I-I don’t want to be the worthless, weak, unpowerful daughter of heroes…” Elizabeth would say through her tears as she buried her face against his neck trying to calm herself. Tim’s face would blush gently as he looked around, sighing softly.

“Liz, you’re not worthless or weak.” Tim said as he rubbed soft circles on her back, a gentle smile crossing his lips as he loosened up some, calming himself. He felt the girl calm down after a moment, though they stayed in the position, smiling softly against each other’s hold. “You’ve trained every second you can with us, you also literally took down two— not one but TWO— supervillains today even without powers.”

Elizabeth would finally bring herself away from Tim’s hold and remove the sunglasses the boy wore, placing them on his head. “Thanks, Tim.” She said finally bringing a smile to her cheeks. Tim would blush gently before placing a hand on her head, ruffling her hair gently. After playing games and chatting all night, the two finally decided to head home. Tim would keep his hands fiddling with a fidget toy to keep his mind sane while Elizabeth fiddled with the zipper on the boy’s jacket, smiling like a goofball as she wore it. A sudden eerie vibe set the two back some as they glanced at one another. “C’mon… let’s hurry back…” Elizabeth said as Tim pocketed the fidget toy, taking Elizabeth’s hand.

The sound of something falling made Tim quickly pull Elizabeth against his body as a metal sign fell next to them. “Run!” Tim yelled as he held her hand, running in front while she ran behind him. They suddenly came to a stop at a cliff making the young bat boy’s eyes widen as he looked around. “Shit…”

“Glad to see you again, my boy.” A maniacal laugh would pierce the two heroes' ears. Tim would make a mix between a weak/angered face as he saw the white faced, green haired villain appear right before his eyes. Tim turned to Elizabeth and quickly placed his grappling hook in her hands.

“Get out of here, quick, go find Batman and tell him he’s back.” Tim said quickly as he pulled his mask from his pocket and placed it on the girl's face. “No questions— just go!” Elizabeth watched as the boy turned back around getting into a fighting stance holding some batarangs. “I won’t let you take me again!” He yelled at the Joker, his face turning enraged.

The Joker would laugh and point his gun at the two, “Bang~” Tim watched as a golden bullet flew past his eyes, watching the bullet graze Elizabeth before she fell backwards off the cliff.

“NO!”

“YES!”

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Waking up after who knows how long, Elizaberh would slowly open her yellow eyes, blinking slowly as she sat up, flinching. “Oh thank god you’re okay Lizzy…” Black Canary would breathe out as she would hold her daughter’s hand.

“We were so worried when we found you on the ground unconscious with a bullet wound.” Green Arrow said. They were in the batcave…? But why? Nightwing stood to the side looking at the computer with Oracle and Eclipse while Batman was standing with his kids. Superman and Helix were leaning against the wall near Elizabeth’s bed, smiling softly as she awoke.

“Tim…?” She would softly ask, looking around. Green Arrow and Black Canary would both tense and look at one another.

“He… isn’t here.” Green Arrow said as he took his mask off, placing it on his daughter’s bed. “Liz… you fell off a cliff with his grappling hook and mask clenched in your hand… Tiim wasn’t anywhere.” Elizabeth would look to the side table and feel her eyes widen. They filled up with tears as she took the mask into her fingers feeling the fabric. He was gone… Frustration took over her feelings before they froze in a matter of seconds seeing the computer screen change to a video from the Joker and Arid.

“Ah~ Batman; good to see ya.” The Joker’s mincing laugh would pierce everyone’s ears, “I got something here that you may want~” The Joker would step back and reveal a bloody Tim. “If I don’t see you, hand over the girl to Arid… Then the boy dies.” The Joker would say as he walked over to Tim, throwing him onto the ground. “Guys don’t do it I—“ Tim’s words were cut short by blood trickling from his lips, clearly in pain. “6PM, at the Gotham Park, not a minute late or the boy dies, JUST Batman, the girl and Nightwing.”

As the video ended, Green Arrow would hold Black Canary close to him, Nightwing was shaking with anger while Eclipse tried to calm him, Batman had an enraged look on his face and Elizabeth, she was in pure shock, hands shaking as she felt like screaming, throwing up and crying all at once. “I’m going.” Elizabeth said standing up, she ignored the pain as she clenched the grappling hook in her hand before walking over to all of Batman’s supplies grabbing Tim’s utility belt, placing it on.

Eclipse would grab her shoulders and make her face her, “Elizabeth, calm down. You’re not just going to rush in there.” She said, Elizabeth shook her head and showed her the time. 530.

“I have 30 minutes to be there to save Tim before he dies! Eclipse, I can’t let that happen.” Elizabeth would push Eclipse off her shoulders before putting the belt on.

“Elizabeth, you HAVE to stop.” Helix would say walking in front of her. “If you go, there’s a chance it could be trapped, Nightwing and Batman can’t always protect you.” She would state the obvious.

“You don’t think I can beat them?” Elizabeth asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Honestly? No. I don’t think you can, two supervillains that have been around for who knows how long want you dead and you think— as powerless as you are right now— that you can beat them?” Helix would scoff and hold her hands into the air, “You're so wrong.”

“Helix—“ Superman said as he sighed, walking up, placing a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. “You gotta stop.” He said rubbing his temple, “—looks Liz, what Helix is trying to say is that she doesn’t want you getting hurt, none of us do.”

Elizabeth would look to the metal ceiling of the batcave, tears welling up in her eyes, “I know it's risky, but I can't bear the thought of losing him too. I have to face the Joker and that stupid villain, for my parents and for us. I can't let fear stop me from trying to save him… Tim has been there for me countless times, it’s time I do the same for him.”

Superman would gently wipe away Elizabeth's tears and sighed again, “I understand your determination, Elizabeth. We'll do everything we can to help you save Tim and keep you safe. Just promise me you'll be careful.” Elizabeth would nod softly and look at Batman and Nightwing, both slightly on edge, but also ready to go.

“Let’s do this…”

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Standing in the blocked off park, Batman and Nightwing both stood in front of Elizabeth, determination and anger firing in their eyes. Standing across the way was The Joker and Arid, as promised, with Tim on the ground, dried blood covering his body. “Oh Tim…” Elizabeth whispered as the bat boy rolled over, making eye contact with them.

“L-liz…?” He uttered, shocked to see her.

The Joker would look at the clock and smirk softly, “Time’s up, Batman, hand the girl over or my partner here will kill him… and I’m pretty sure you don’t want him to die, not like your last Robin.” Batman and Nightwing’s faces turned darker than normal, both of them seeming to hold every urge to not fight. Elizabeth looked down, stepping past the two elder bat boys, walking in between both groups. Arid would also step forward holding. his hand out to her,

“Come here, Vail.” Hearing the commotion from Nightwing and Tim to stop, she closed her eyes and gave her hand to Arid, who pulled her roughly to him, laughing. “Finally! The last Vail is mine!!!” He would look to the Joker, “Let the bat boy go, we have what we want.”

“Elizabeth!” Batman would yell, the Joker sighed and threw Tim down.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this…” The Joker would grumble walking to Arid’s side, “lets go.”

“Wait—“ Arid looked at Elizabeth and cocked an eyebrow, “—let me say goodbye first… please…” She whispered, her eyes pleading. Arid would look to the side and loosen his grip, letting go.

“Quickly.”

Elizabeth bolted to Tim and helped him stand, her arms wrapping around his waist, tears welling in her eyes again, “Tim… you’re… you’re okay… you’re okay…” She whispered, hiccuping as she hyperventilated slightly, her hand running along his cheek and back. Tim flinched, but smiled hugging her back.

“Liz… I’m okay… you didn’t have to do this though, I would’ve been fine… now you’re going instead of me…” Tim would rub her cheek, moving a tear. Elizabeth would think for a moment and take off his jacket, confusing Tim, even more when she placed his jacket in his hands before backing up, next to Arid, “L-liz—“ His eyes would widen, shaking as he tried to reach out for her. Elizabeth would look down, clenching her eyes as the Joker kicked Tim back, Nightwing and Batman both caught the boy,

“Shit— ELIZABETH!” Nightwing yelled, watching the three disappear.

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Looking at the unnaturally fancy room Elizabeth kept her arms close to her body as she looked around, posters and famous paintings everywhere. “Making yourself at home?” Arid asked, walking around her, he was a slender dude with slicked back black hair, a black & red eye while the other was white & green, his skin was tan and he had a black handlebar mustache.

“W-why haven’t you killed me yet…” Elizabeth asked softly.

Arid would laugh and circle the wine he carried in his cup, he would lift it above her head and pour the wine over the girl's body making her yelp at the cold feeling rushing over her body, the room getting significantly colder on top of that. “Because, Miss Vail~ I’m going to enjoy killing you, I had to give you parents a quick death, but you? I can torture you to death… I think today… Let's start with some… mental pain.” He would laugh as he left the room. Elizabeth slid to the ground as she shivered, tears staining her cheeks as she noticed the room becoming foggy, memory gas. Her eyes would widen as she tried to hold her breath, scared. The gas would fog her mind, and everything else as she felt herself struggling to breath, she looked towards a window feeling her tears well in her eyes before everything went black.

“Elizabeth, what do you think you’re doing!” The high pitched scream coming from Helix who looked horrified, confused, she would look down to see Superman, struggling to breathe, he had a stab wounds to the heart, choking on something as well. Helix would shove Elizabeth aside and bend down, “Clark? Clark!” Helix cried out as she shook the dying hero. “Clark, c-come on wake up… CLARK!” Elizabeth shook her head and stepped back, shaking. She would bump into a chest turning around quickly, Batman. He looked at Elizabeth and swung at her, the female dodged quickly, heavily breathing, scared.

“How dare you kill him!” He screamed as he swung again. Elizabeth dodged before getting hammered in the back by a tomahawk, followed by a bo staff sending her flying into the black void, struggling to stand. Once she managed to get to her feet she saw Tim.

“T-tim!” She whimpered standing up, grasping his shoulders. “I-I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill him!” She would cry, shaking him. Tim would shove her off of him and back up, joining a dashing male’s side, holding his hand.

“You didn’t just do that… you destroyed everything, you destroyed our home, your parents, us, all of it, thrown away because of you.” He grumbled.

“Hey hey…” The dashing male would say, rubbing his hand, “Let’s go Tim, she’s not worth your time.” He said, walking into the void, leaving Elizabeth alone.

The scene would whirl around to her standing in front of her parents in her dad’s house, yelling coming from both of them… but it was all directed at her. The house was badly destroyed on the inside, burns and blood everywhere as spit flew from her raging father and high pitched shouting from her mother. Tears just fell as she held her head, covering her ears crying. Nothing was right. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.

The scene would change again, with her back in the void, staring into the darkness for miles and miles. All she did was scream, that’s all she could do, scream. She didn’t kill Superman. She didn’t ruin things with Tim. She didn’t do anything to make her parents mad. So what happened!

“Elizabeth…?” Fear struck the girl as she turned around slowly, gentle glowing figures who she couldn’t really make out were standing in front of her now. “I know things seem tough… but you will get through it… just hold on a little longer, my little flame you’re doing so good…” A masculine voice spoke, he glowed a reddish-orange color.

“I’m so proud of you baby, you’ve become an amazing hero even with your dormant powers.” A feminine voice spoke, she glowed a pinkish-purple color. Elizabeth stretched her hand out to them with a sad smile on her face, the figures floated back though, “It’s not time.. Not yet, Lizzy.” The female mumbled sadly before they both vanished with a poof.

Awakening in a puddle of sweat, Elizabeth looked around the place, locked in the lonely room still. She had purple marks on her arms, seemingly from herself. “Did you enjoy that?” Arid asked over the speakers in the room. Elizabeth just shook her head, soft whimpers escaped still.

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Stepping into the Batcave after cleaning up, Tim kept his hands on the bo staff, a familiar comforting feeling taking control of him. “It’s good to be home…” He said as he shrunk his staff placing it into a strap on his back.

“Good to see that you’re awake.” Ava would say.

“It really is, Alfred, said you didn’t have as many injuries as we anticipated.” Richard would say and smile softly, rubbing the current Robin’s head. “Bruce isn’t happy that you sacrificed yourself though.” Richard said, making a face.

“It’s better than letting him get Liz…” Tim quickly said as he looked down, “I was abused by the Joker… but I was never his target…” Tim felt tears sting his eyes, “I overheard him talking to this guy, Arid, he killed Liz’s parents and is also after her life… but instead of the quick death, he is going to torture her..” He would clench his fist and punch the wall next to him, it made Ava and Richard jump in shock at his reaction.

“He’s gonna torture her…?” Dinah would ask in shock as she overheard the conversation, her eyes shook as she sunk onto the ground, crying, overwhelmed by emotions.

Oliver would rest a hand on his fiance’s shoulder and let his mind run quickly with every idea springing through his brain. “Did he take her to the place you were held at?”

Bruce would enter the room and shake his head, “Arid is a lot smarter than that, there is no way he would take her there.” Bruce would go to the computer and start searching things up.

“Dad, let me.” Ava said as she would join his side, she bent down next to him and started searching, quicker than him. Richard would watch, smiling softly at his girlfriend's behavior to her father.

As the bat dad and daughter worked Tim sighed and turned to everyone, “Arid mentioned that he used to be a hero.. Dr. Medical I believe he said that he used to love Spark, who is her mom.. He worked on a team with Spark and Ember, until Ember fell in love with Spark and they ended up getting married, it left Arid fuming… he ended up killing Spark when he was trying to kill Ember instead… then… he became mad knowing Elizabeth was still alive, since her hair color and skin tone match her father while her eyes match her mother… all he sees is her father and that's why he wants to kill her.” Tim would sigh softly, running a hand through his hair. He would look at the belt that sat in his hand and sighed, “We’re going to get her back, I can promise that.”

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A few days would pass by and Elizabeth could hardly stay awake, her pink tee shirt torn, her shoes burned as well as her pants. She would look down at the dried blood along her legs making her unable to stand as she eyed the bruises and burns. Everything hurt as she laid there with a hand over her yellow eyes, tears unable to fall due to over crying. She would close her eyes feeling the room get even colder, her body shivering. Parts of her body turned purple with the coldness. “I’m really going to die here… huh…” She whispered as she felt the overwhelming sensation of death awaiting her. “I failed everyone… Helix was right… there is no way I could’ve won… I’m not strong enough to take care of myself, I haven’t trained for as long as anyone else… Dad tried to train me, Zatanna and Eclipse did as well… Helix tried too but none of it worked.” Elizabeth would lift her hand off her eyes and stare at the unfriendly looking hand. “I guess I’ll get to meet my parents… sooner than I thought…” Closing her eyes, she finally accepted her defeat. She would feel herself go…

Waking up in the oh-so-familiar black void, Elizabeth looked down at her clothes, a simple whitish-green dress with her long light brown hair tied with a pink bow. Her yellow eyes would blink at the surrounding empty void. Elizabeth's heart skips a beat once she turned around and saw two familiar faces in front of her. Confusion and disbelief wash over her as she realizes that these strangers from earlier “I-i know you guys!” She gasped out.

The one glowing orange-red would chuckle and shake his head, “Are you sure you remember us? I don’t think you do.”

“You didn’t even recognize her at first!” The one glowing pink would scold the orange-red one and sighed, hissing in annoyance. Elizabeth would hesitate, unsure of how to react, but a glimmer of recognition flickers in her eyes. Slowly, the pieces start to come together, and a mix of emotions floods her. It's a bittersweet moment, filled with shock, curiosity, and a longing to know more about these people who share her blood.

“Mom… Dad… no way… W-wait this means… I’m dead OMG!” Elizabeth would gasp out as she held her face, hyperventilating. The purple-pink one would quickly grab Elizabeth’s hands and pull them off her face, blowing on her face trying to calm her down.

“Hey hey— no no no, you need to calm down… Elizabeth— look at me!” The purple-pink one— Lexi Vail/Spark would say. The orange-red one— Nick Vail/Ember would sigh and rub Elizabeth’s head.

“Lizzy, you’re not dead… not yet anyway, look… we’re here to help you.” Nick said as he backed up and crossed his arms, smirking. “This is going to hurt… maybe.” He said and tilted his head, chuckling gently before filling it with flaming fire. Lexi rolled her eyes at her husband before holding her hand out with freezing crystals. “Take our hands… come on little one.” He said gently. Elizabeth looked down at their hands and shakingly grabbed both of them, her eyes widened as she suddenly screamed feeling power raging through her body, purple-pink and orange-red energy flung through her body, glowing. Everything hurt as the girl fell to her knees feeling her body absorb the energy.

After a few moments, Elizabeth would open her eyes, both of them glowing the theme colors of her parents. “Wha… What is this overwhelming… power…” She whispered as she stood up; the left side of her body flooding with the cold beauty of the crystal powers while the right side of her body surging with the hot gracefulness of the fire powers. “I…I feel so alive!” She yelled out as she shot powers into the void, jumping in surprise. “Oh my gosh! I just did that!” She gasped before looking at her parents who smirked in admiration at their daughter.

“Now… Liz hun, you’re going back to the living side…” Lexi said as she rubbed her daughter’s cheek before holding her husband’s hand; the parents opening a white void behind them. “Go home Liz, please… you’re not meant to be dead.”

Elizabeth looked at her parents confused. “Won’t.. won’t you two be gone then…?” She whispered as her dad pushed her toward the white void.

“We will… but we are apart of you now, we awoke your powers… at the cost of our lives… well what is left of us anyway.” Nick laughed before he bent down and kissed his daughter’s forehead. Lexi would do the same thing. “Go on.” He mumbled as he gently pushed her forward. Elizabeth smiled at her parents before mumbling a thank you before going into the white void.

Awakening in the pitch black, freezing room. Elizabeth would sit up, in the torn clothes making her sigh. She questioned if the dream she had was even real, but she felt better, more alive… She would look down and watched her right hand flare up, making her yelp softly, “It’s real!” She gasped. She looked around and stood up slowly as she rolled her arms, warming up her body. She would smirk and hold her hand to the wall and watched it catch fire. A snicker would escape her lips before watching the room start burning. She would laugh and throw her head back, her eyes glowing the colors of her powers.

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“Woah— a massive fire just broke out at the old abandoned manor…” Helix said in shock as she scrolled through the news on her phone. Superman made a face and leaned over the former villain's shoulder.

“The fire is pink— how can a fire be pink?” Superman asked, making a confused face.

Richard would take the phone and look at the article, “No signs of any gas lines or oil around there… the only way to start something—“

“Police and Firefighters say nobody can get inside… that fire is over 500 degrees…” Ava added.

Tim would look down, sighing in annoyance. “Guys we HAVE to find Elizabeth, this fire isn’t any of our business.” He said, making a face.

“Tim, we’re trying… let's try to deal with this fire, it may lead us to something.” Bruce said, “Superman, Helix, Green Arrow, Nightwing and Robin, go. Oracle, Canary, Eclipse and I will keep searching.”

“But Bru—“ Tim would receive a glare from Bruce making him go quiet. “Fine… let’s just get this over with…” He grumbled.

The team would arrive on to the scene, Superman and Helix taking to the sky, “Robin… something isn’t right… yes this fire is hot but… there’s someone standing inside of it.” Superman would utter to the bat boy who looked confused.

Squinting his eyes in the pink flames he made out a figure in the flames. A white and pink hair ribbon fell infront of his face fragily making his eyes widen as he quickly rushed forward. “ROBIN!” Nightwing would yell as he tried to grab the panicking 16 year old.

“No… no no no…” Robin would yell as he ran. Helix and Superman would fly to try to grab the boy, but before they could the fire made a path open up. Helix would quickly pull Superman back, holding onto him. Robin would rush into the pathway making him confused when he came to a stop infront of a female. Her hair was down all the way as her clothes were ripped and tattered. Tears stung the young boy’s eyes. “Lizzy…” He gasped out as the fire closed behind him, leaving the two unharmed.

Elizabeth turned her head back to see the cleaner up bat boy prior from the other day. “Tim…” She whispered in awe as the girl would stop the fire on her hands before looking him up and down. Overwhelmed with emotion, she would step back, scared. Robin would take a step forward and grab her hand.

“It’s me.. in the flesh.” He whispered as he placed her hand over his heart. “I’m alive… and this beating heart proves it.” Robin would pull her into a hug as Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears, Robin would tighten the hug as the two slid onto the ground, the fire around them disappearing.

“Robin!” Nightwing called out again as he made his way over to the two followed by everyone else that was there. A smile fell onto the blue bird's face, “Lizzy… you’re okay…” He spoke as Helix quickly flew down, followed by Superman who held Helix in his arms as the girl would feel her body shake.

“S-something… isn’t right…” Helix mumbled as she laid in Superman’s arms. The muscular hero would notice a stone on the ground making him hold Helix closer.

“Because this place is surrounded with Yalex energy… it’s hurtful to you.” Superman said as he looked at everyone. “C’mon; we saved Elizabeth, now we need to go, before things get worse.” He said as he flew back, trying to save the weakened girl in his arms. Everyone else would retreat back, Robin holding onto Elizabeth. A swoosh sound would be heard resulting in Elizabeth quickly turning around, throwing up a massive crystal, blocking the attack.

“Have fun getting through Obsidian.” Elizabeth smirked softly before screaming was heard on the other side, the crystal breaking.

“You— You stupid girl get back here!!!” Arid yelled as he ran at Elizabeth. Robin and her made eye contact, ready to fight. An arrow pierced Arid in the stomach before it was followed by 3 more arrows.

“Hurt my daughter again… and I won’t miss your heart next time.” Green Arrow growled as he lowered his bow. Elizabeth turned to her adopted father and bolted into his arms, “I missed you so much baby…” Green Arrow whispered as he picked up his daughter into a tight hug.

Once he released her, Elizabeth rushed to Nightwing and hugged him. “I’m glad you’re back kiddo… Tim hasn’t slept well these few days.” He said and patted her head.

“Who says Tim sleeps even when I am here?” Elizabeth commented; the two sharing a small laugh before the younger turned to Helix and Superman, walking over to them. “Helix… Superman… I’m… I’m sorry… for acting the way I did and not upholding my promise. I thought I could beat Arid, and save Tim without any issues… but look at the mess I caused.”

Helix would lean down and gently pull Elizabeth into a hug. “I’m not mad… I was just worried… me and Clark may not be your parents, or adopted parents, but we both see you like a daughter we don’t have…” Helix would rub her cheek and smile softly. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Superman would nod in agreement as he watched Helix stand back up and join his open arms.

Elizabeth would feel arms wrap around her back making her flinch but lean into his hold. She smiled, not even needing to turn around, knowing who the back hug was from. She would rub his cheek and smile softly, feeling her tears fall freely again. The painful memories of the feeling of death… now to this moment of standing here around the people she loved, it was all so much. She would turn around in the bat boy’s arms and hold his cheeks. “Tim…” Just with the whisper of his name, nothing else and nothing more, the masked boy melted as he leaned in and did what he should’ve done along ago, kiss her.

(drawings are mine btw!!)

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animemangasoul · 2 years

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Not Him

Summery: Damian might be the tiniest bit insecure and maybe just a little jealous too.

or, in which Tim's half brother and Dana Winters's son is discovered in Bludhaven and Damian feels his place as Tim's only little brother being threatened.

Damian was not jealous. Damian Wayne, son of Batman, the heir to Wayne Enterprise, the greatest of Robins and the hero of Gotham was not jealous of the sniveling pathetic child currently busy clinging to Drake’s leg.

He was not.

No matter what Jon teasingly implied. No matter how much the thought of Drake referring to this intruder as family made his hands twitch towards the hidden blade in his sleeve, Damian was not jealous and it was preposterous that he’d even contemplated the idea in the first place.

No, Jon was just getting into his head and it would be wise to ignore his buffoon of a friend and focus on the real issue at hand. Namely this intruder who’d been let into his home, his household on the flimsy reason that he shared blood with Drake. As if Drake’s commoner blood in any way should grant such favours.

Gripping the banister tight enough to make his knuckles creak, Damian gritted his teeth.

Warren Winters, son of Dana Winters and half brother of one Timothy Jackson Drake.

He’d been discovered by fluke of unfortunate (to Damian) circumstance at a Bludhaven orphanage by Richard, as his older brother was investigating a break in into said orphanage and found the child during his digging into the files of the occupants of the shabby little home.

Who even broke into an orphanage? For what gain? To saddle Damian with the misfortune of sharing a home; even if temporary, with Drake’s sniveling half-brother?

Briefly Damian took the time to wish the Rainy-Sunset orphanage’s criminal nothing but twice the misfortune they’d bestowed upon Damian himself.

“Dami,” Richard suddenly called out, having turned around and spotted him atop the stairs. “Come say hi! Timmy brought his baby brother over to see us, isn’t that exciting!”

Damian didn’t know why the phrase ‘baby brother’ made him flinch, but he violently suppressed any other outward revealing glimmer into what he actually thought of the intruder and instead chose to give Drake a stiff nod, from where other stood by the entrance to the hall; two suitcases in hand, and another similar nod to Richard before he turned his back to them. “I am busy,” he said loudly, voice firm as steel and polite as the most refined of elites. “But I wish Drake’s companion the best of welcomes to our home.” And with that he hastened away; making sure not to rush his steps but doing his best to put as much distance between himself and the unwelcomed brat as quickly as possible; ignoring Richard’s surprised callbacks.

When he reached his room, he slammed the door shut behind him and threw himself atop of his covers, blindingly reaching for his phone by the bedside as his face was currently buried in his pillow. Jon picked up after the second ring.

“Have you met him yet?”

Damian growled low into the pillow. “Can we not talk about him,” he muttered.

“If you didn’t want to talk or complain about him you wouldn’t have called me,” Jon cheerfully retorted. “Now tell me, did you meet him? How was he? Is he as stoic as Tim or is he more like his mom…. Um, however she was.”

“I don’t know,” Damian snapped. “I didn’t talk to him. He was clinging to Drake and crying like an oversensitive brat so I chose to walk away before I ended up strangling him.”

“Wo,” Jon’s voice came over the phone. “You really are jealous.

“I’m not,” Damian hissed, rolling onto his side and glaring at the phone for good measure. “Stop prattling nonsense.”

“Dude,” Jon said, “If you weren’t jealous of Tim’s new baby bro you wouldn’t be whining about him so much. Like you hate him, a lot, that isn’t normal unless you have personal feelings invested into this little fella.”

“You know very well how capable I am of hating those inferior to me.”

“Not like this.”

“Jon,” Damian said, voice dripping with warning. “Drop it.”

There was a pause and then a sigh. “Fine,” his friend muttered. “I will.”

“Good.”

A pause, then, “Wanna come visit this weekend?”

Damian closed his eyes for a second, relaxing into his bed and allowing himself a moment to just breathe. “You cannot trick me into attending your classmate’s birthday Jon. I remember that it is this weekend.”

“Seriously?” Came Jon’s surprised tone. “I told you about it weeks ago, how do you even remember? Actually,” he cut himself off before Damian could reward him with a snarky comeback. “I don’t even care. Just come visit. We don’t have to go to Emelie’s birthday. We could just hang out at home.”

Damian hummed softly. It would be nice to get away from everything for a while and surely Richard couldn’t fault him for visiting a friend.

“Will the clone be there?” He finally asked.

“The clone has a name,” Jon answered back lightly but Damian having known him for years could instantly detect the frost behind his tone. Jon had apparently grown rather protective off the clone over the years and did not appreciate the way Damian often addressed him.

“Will Kon-El be there,” Damian allowed himself to concede, just this once and from the way Jon’s voice lifted up in appreciation, perhaps it was a point worth conceding.

“No,” Jon said. “He’ll be covering Tim’s shift at the Tower so he won’t be around so you have no excuse to skip out on me man.”

“Very well,” Damian said, not really having planned to argue against Jon today; especially if a trip to the Kent farm meant getting away from Wayne manor. “I will come. I only need to communicate my plans to Richard and I will see you the day after tomorrow.”

There was a significant silence that fell over them then, Jon clearly mulling over something and yet being unwilling to share his thoughts with Damian. The youngest Wayne gave him the time to compose his thoughts but when nearly three minutes had passed in utter silence, he coughed loudly and glared at his phone as if Jon could see him through it. “What is it?”

It was obvious the sudden interruption had startled Jon for there was a clatter and a yelp, some rustling and then Jon was back on the phone. “Sorry,” he breathed. “You caught me a little of guard there.”

“I realized,” Damian scoffed, crossing his arms behind his head and staring daggers at the ceiling. “What has your mind so occupied?”

Jon was quiet for a bit and Damian had started to contemplate interrupting his thoughts again when his friend finally spoke up. “Maybe you should stay and bond with the kid? I don’t want to take you away from—”

“Are you kidding me,” Damian snapped, sitting up quickly and reaching for his phone. “You suggested this trip and now you’re backing out because you’re feeling guilty that you’re helping me avoid the bratling?”

“I know, I know,” his best friend whined over the phone. “I just don’t want to get in the way of your family. Like what if the kid stays—”

“Absolutely not.”

“I don’t mean with the Wayne family. But if Tim—”

“No,” Damian snapped; voice much louder than he’d expected. “Drake will not foster that child!”

“Dems, come on man, be reasonable. The kid is his only family left of course he might want to take him in.”

“Drake does not require extra family,” Damian said, fingers tightening around the phone. “He has us. Besides,” he added, forcing his voice to even out despite being aware how much Jon already knew this entire situation bothered him. “Drake is only 20 years of age. He cannot possibly raise a child. No, it is best the child is given to a family that can take care of him, far away from Gotham.”

A long pause, then-

“Dude,” Jon said. “Jealousy does not look good on you.”

“I am not jealous!”

The End

Chapter 1, 2

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glorified-red · 3 years

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Could I request hcs for subtle ways the boys express their protectiveness?

Thank you for the request my love! I got to play a fun little game of ‘Eenie Meenie Miney Mo’ for which request to do.

Protective BatBoys

word count: 1600~

warnings: insinuation of someone getting hit by a car, mentions of attackers

I was quite tempted to write Bruce headcanons to this but I must hold back ><

Dick Grayson

Ah, Dick Grayson, the King of small romantic protective gestures

Every time, without fail, Dick will wait until he watches you get inside your house safely before driving/walking away

Its a really cute tick of his because he covers it up with a goodbye kiss and goofy waves that leave you giggling even after you close your house door

But its so he knows where you are, and he can see for himself that you made it safely inside because the second he turns away too soon, you may get locked out, or someone can crawl out from the bushes and nab you

Paranoid, he knows

He constantly wraps you up in things, when you two go swimming he’ll patter up from behind you and place a towel around your shoulders, patting you dry along the way

Very insignificant gesture but he doesn't want you to catch a cold in the A/C or Gotham wind

He’ll do the same with his jackets, maybe even plop his hat on your head when it's gets to the snowy seasons 1. Because its adorable seeing the hat fall into your eyes and 2. Because it'll warm your head up

Scarves too, he’ll even go on a tangent about how cold it is outside while he wraps you in it

Dick will always offer to drive you places, even if you insist on driving yourself to meet up with him or walking there, Dick will still offer because it means he’ll be present if you get into a wreck, sucks but then he can help with first aid

If you decline his offer though, he’ll politely ask for you to take Titus or Ace with you whenever you walk somewhere, they’re trained and he trusts them to keep you company/safe when he can't

Jason Todd

Jason’s protectiveness comes from a place of knowing how cruel the world actually is

He can't stand the idea of anything happening to you

If he has to, he will use his reputation of Red Hood as a way to keep you safe, putting a man at gun point and sneering out, “They’re off. Limits.”

He’d bust a whole trafficking ring if it meant ending a person who touched you or hurt you in any way

But Jason’s protectiveness doesn't stop while he's wearing the helmet

Even when you two are sleeping, Jasons unconsciously protecting you, no matter how you two cuddle, Jason always positions himself as closest to the bedroom door

Whether his back is to the door or he’s facing it, Jason needs the comfort of knowing any person coming into the room would have to get through him before even reaching you

He also envelopes you, he's a big guy so its pretty easy for him to wrap you up in his arms as an extra layer of protection from the outside world

Jason doesn't really like the idea of training you past basic combat or gun skills, hell, he doesn't like involving you in the family business if he doesn't have to

So he inserts himself into any situation you may need protection in

Which is exactly why he starts going to the gym with you as a work out buddy

Jason makes it sound like he just wants to spend time with you or help you achieve your goals faster since he knows how the body works from his Robin days

But deep down you both know his true intentions: he wants to keep an eye on you

The gym is crawling with creeps that have the guts to ogle at you or get too touchy, but having Jason’s 6 foot beefcake of an ass standing beside you the entire time is like an instant creep repellent

Plus, he gets to spot you and make sure you don't get injured from bad technique or from pushing yourself too hard

He’ll even encourage you with innuendos the entire time, but at the end of the day, he’ll gladly walk you home

Tim Drake

Tim is the most subtle about his inner protectiveness, a subtle King if you will

Most times when he gets protective, you never even notice

When you two cuddle in your house, it takes him a very long time to actively fall asleep because he doesn't trust your home security system if you even have one so he forces himself to stay awake just incase anything happens

But don't worry, he’ll eventually get to updating the security in your house

He does get these protective eyes whenever something is off when he's around you, they narrow a bit and latch onto whatever is off, glaring holes into the offending object until its all clear

Its quite terrifying to witness and very hard to miss when Tim is staring dead at the man speaking to you from across the room at a Gala, sipping his drink in the corner

If he feels the need, he will walk up and control the situation, whether it mean inserting himself into the convo or simply being present for it, he’ll do it

The thing with Tim though, is when he's protective, he’s almost always touching you in some way

His fingers playing idly with the ends of your hair as he speaks to a random person who walked up to you, clinging to your shirt/sleeves when he’s analyzing a situation and doesn't want you to go forward just yet, or even as simple as holding your hand as he leads you home

Tim also keeps small snacks/waters on hand at all times to protect you from Gotham heat and pesky hunger, very much like a mother hen because he also carries a first aid kit everywhere

He follows you whenever you walk alone around Gotham at night, he’s already on patrol so he might as well make sure you make it home safe, if anything happens he won't think twice about intervening as RR

If your going out somewhere alone he always always always asks you to call him until you make it to your destination, he doesn't care if he's working on something or in the middle of a board meeting, he has an assistant for a reason who can give him notes

Its become a normal thing for you to send him your Uber tracking link so he can watch it, if you don't send it he won't hesitate to hack into your account just to find it

Damian Wayne

Damian? Wayne? Being subtle?

Its usually pretty obvious when Damian gets protective over you

He’s the type who won't hesitate to pull out a knife out of god knows where and threaten whatever is responsible for you being uncomfortable

This leads to very interesting encounters of you having to hold him back because ‘oh no a random guy bumped into you and didn't apologize’ and suddenly Damian is missing

He’s also incredibly blunt, saying things like “Cover your drink” at galas or handing you one of those hand held tasers before you go out and saying “Go for the neck”

Will insist on training you himself, whether its hand-to-hand combat or with a sword, Damian wants to keep track of your progress himself so he can make sure all your weaknesses are trained

Its also because he doesn't want his grimy brothers near you, so its protective on all counts

But subtlety? Theres a few you can notice after being with him for awhile

He’s very careful when going out around Gotham with you, Damian knows he can fend for himself so he will gladly take the brunt of any possible situation

This leads to him always walking on whichever side of you thats closest to the road, so on the off chance a car derails, he’ll get hit first

Always making sure to match your pace when you two walk together, he doesn't want you getting too far ahead of him because he'd have to run to get to you, too far behind and he might not notice you getting taken silently, he wants you right in arms reach at all times

He has a permanent scowl and narrowed eyes but when he's protective, they get even more prominent

Bonus

All the BatBoys do the same exact thing out of instinct when it comes to protecting you

None of them will hesitate to step in between you and any attacker, pulling you behind them so they are in the line of fire now

Its a subtle action that each of them do, albeit with some differences

Damian will push the attacker back as far as he can from you, putting plenty of distance between the two of them and you, so if anything breaks out, you can run away easily

Dick will hold his arms out, fully covering you but keeping his hands in the fray so if the attacker tries attacking you from any angle, Dick is ready to protect

Tim will grip onto you somehow, keeping his hand right on your bicep or forearm so he can still hold you, he doesn't know if there can be a hidden attacker from behind that will pry you away from him, so touching you is his way of making sure he doesn't lose track of you

Jason will slip in front of you and cross his arms, its a sign of nonchalance but obvious dominance, showcasing that he doesn't need his hands to be intimidating to the attacker, he’ll glare and challenge them so all attention is on him now and not you

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intercoursefluids · 3 years

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The Impromptu Sleepover Part 2 (Final)

One day. All she asked for was one normal day. Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it? A single completely average day is not too much to ask for.

Unless of course, you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Then it’s impossible.

People around Marinette start crying as Scarecrow walks into the room, mothers hiding their children behind them as everyone holds onto each other, scared of what’s to come.

Marinette shudders at the pure animosity radiating from the man-turned monster.

Adrien, ever the faithful friend, mistakes the slight shake as fear and shifts so he covers her from the villain’s view.

Everything is quiet before Scarecrow starts on his evil monolog (not that anyone cares).

Tuning him out Marinette looks around, trying to come up with a plan to get everyone out before a shrill scream and crying fill the air causing her to snap back around.

Some of Scarecrow’s goons are holding a woman back as a small boy is dragged up to the monster himself.

Grabbing the boys are he holds the trembling child painfully tight before reaching behind him and pulling out a canister.

Seeing as how Marinette planned this whole trip she made sure to know all about the local heroes and villains.

And the knowledge of what that bastard was going to do to that poor kid squashed any sense of self-preservation Marinette had.

Rushing forward she manages to make it past the few armed men standing between her and Scarecrow and rips the kid away from him just to get blasted in the face by the fear-toxin.

Ringing fills her ears as she collapses to the ground, voices shouting from the corners of her mind.

All of them shouting how they failed her, she should have done better. That she never should have been chosen.

One voice rings out crystal clear amongst all of the other roaring voices.

You said you would save me, M’lady. I should have known better than to trust someone like you. After all, you aren’t even worth the Ladybug miraculous. I have to say, I’m disappointed in you Bugaboo.

Her head jerks up at her partner’s voice, tears streaming from her eyes as she comes face to face with someone she never wanted to see again.

Chat Blanc.

Voices surround her as explosions sound in the distance. Her parents, her friends, everyone. All screaming at how she failed them, how she should have stopped when she had the chance.

Children’s cries fill the air around her, only these are different. They don’t echo from within her head, instead, they come from around her, slowly grounding her. Reminding her that this is just some monster’s trick.

The fear is still there, prominent as ever, but now her focus is on getting everyone out. She hasn’t failed yet.

Slowly uncurling from the ball she had formed she looks around. Forcing herself to see past the bloodied faces of people she failed to save.

All around her everyone is still the same, the hostages in the same places, same as the gunmen (even if they look smug at her suffering).

The only one missing is Scarecrow himself, and turning ever so slowly to face Chat Blanc her fears are confirmed.

In Scarecrows place stands her beloved kitty.

Pure unadulterated rage fills her as he dares wear her kitten’s face.

Lunging at Chat Blanc she hears the startled screams as she attacks him before the rushing in her ears takes over, leaving her deaf to the sound of shattering glass as the heroes arrive on the scene.

Having the advantage of surprise on her side she manages to pin him fairly easily tying his arms behind his back with her visitors’ pass before spinning around to help take down the rest.

An arm wraps around her, trapping her arms to her side as she struggles, a hand coming up to cover her eyes as she tries to getaway.

Quiet shushing and words of reassurance reach her ears causing her struggling to slow.

“W-who are you?”

Marinette winces at the tremor in her voice as she takes stalk of her surroundings.

Her head is tucked under their chin as their surprisingly strong arms hold her in place, one hand still firmly over her eyes.

“My name is Damian. I’m trying to help keep you calm until they can get you the anti-serum.”

She chuckles even as she shakes in his hold.

“It’s not normally a good idea to grab a girl from behind if you want her to calm down.”

He tenses slightly.

“Right, I didn’t think that through. Most people see what they are most afraid of so I thought if I took that away it would help you calm down.”

Marinette doesn’t reply for a while, opting to try and match his breathing instead of replying. All the while subconsciously leaning more against him.

“It’s working I’ll admit, you just went about it horribly. Can we sit down? I feel like my legs are about to give out.”

She feels him loosen his hold and fumble with something behind her before the hand over her eyes is replaced with a piece of cloth. He takes her hand leading her over to a wall before sitting and pulling her with him, tucking her into his side and draping something over her shoulders as her shaking picks up again.

“I’m sorry, can you tell me about yourself? It’ll help me keep my mind off of the panic.”

She feels him nod shifting again so she's leaning more against his chest.

“I have 3 older brothers. Richard, but everyone calls him Dick, Jason, and Tim. I lived with my mother until I was 10 so I’ve only known them for 6 years. They are all adopted but I don’t think anyone even remembers that half the time.”

Marinette can’t help the soft smile that takes over her face as she wraps her arm around him (why is he so warm???).

“You sound like you love them.”

He scoffs.

“Not in a million years, they’re annoying. Grayson is overly dramatic and a hopeless romantic, Todd is a trigger-happy hothead, and Drake is an insomniac, workaholic with a caffeine addiction.”

Marinette can’t help but giggle, her overwhelming fear slowly receding enough for her to think.

“They may be ‘annoying’ but they’re your family, I can tell you care about them.”

Damian makes an offended noise even as he wraps his arm around her rubbing her arm up and down.

“The only person in our family that I actually like is Alfred, he’s our grandfather and the only reason any of us are still alive, but, I guess they aren’t as bad as they used to be. Not that I'll ever admit that to them. Their egos are big enough as is.”

Marinette is about to respond when another voice cuts her off, causing her to cling to Damian as her heart rate picks back up frantically.

“Too late, I brought the anti-serum for your frie- Hey is she okay?”

Damian pulls her into his lap, rubbing her back even as he scolds the other person.

“She’s still being affected by the fear-gas dipshit! I just got her to calm down again, give me that!”

One of his arms leaves her body as he reaches away from her, he starts whispering to her again as something pricks her upper right arm.

It only takes a minute for the anti-toxin to work, causing Marinette to sag in relief against Damian as he keeps his arms around her.

“Seriously Todd! You should have known better than to startle someone like that!”

Marinette takes deep breaths of air, slightly surprised by the smell of Damian’s cologne before realizing she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad demon-spawn.”

Damian scoffs adjusting Marinette in his arms so he can sit up instead of leaning against the wall.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to, nitwit!”

Marinette sits up slightly kissing Damian’s cheek as she takes the makeshift blindfold off before returning to her earlier position.

“Thank you, Damian. You didn’t have to help me, much less stay with me and calm me down. You’re really sweet, you know that?”

His arms tense around her before cackling fills the air.

“Demon-spawn? Sweet?! I don’t know who you’re calling sweet but it’s most definitely not my little brother.”

Damian groans as ‘Todd’ keeps laughing, instead directing his attention to Marinette.

“Do you think you’re okay to walk? The cops will probably want to take a statement.”

She nods and they slowly rise, Damian, supporting her the whole time. Once she is finally standing up straight she turns to look at the boy who helped before coming face to face with the greenest eyes she’s ever seen.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets his electric emerald eyes for the first time since they met.

They stand there, in complete silence before a camera flash breaks through their quiet bubble.

Turning towards Todd, Marinette studies his features.

Pale skin, blue eyes, and black hair with a tuffet of white at the front.

“What do you think you are doing,Jason?”

Todd now dubbed ‘Jason’ grins stepping away from his brother.

“Ooh, the first name. You only use that when you’re pissed. And I’m sending this to the group chat, no one will believe me if I say that you were civil with another human being!”

Damian glares.

“You have ten seconds to run, Todd.”

Jason wastes no time running away as quickly as humanly possible.

Damian goes to follow him but stops when Marinette grabs his arm.

“Help me over to the officers? I’m still a little shaky.”

His sharp glare softens as he leads her over to give her statement.

10 minutes later, they are both sitting on a bench waiting for the police to finish getting statements from the rest of the hostages and for the armored truck that will transport Scarecrow to arrive.

“One time when I was 11, Todd and Drake decided it would be a good idea to kidnap my turkey Jerry and hide him away after buying a raw turkey and cooking it for dinner. They said they found it wandering around outside and decided it would be a good idea to cook it.”

Damian shakes his head in fond exasperation.

“That is the closest I had ever come to crying in front of my brothers. I ended up running and telling Grayson what they did and he got so mad. They ended up fessing up that it was just a prank and they didn’t mean to actually make me upset. They ended up going out and buying a bunch of junk food and pizza before we had one big movie night together.”

“We all ended up falling asleep in the living room all piled on top of each other. Father was so surprised when he came home and he didn’t even send us to bed. He got changed and joined us in the living room. We all ended up sleeping in a giant pile on the floor that night while Alfred took the couch.”

Marinette smiles up at Damian, he had been telling her about himself ever since she had asked him to and she honestly enjoyed it.

“They sound wonderful Damian. Hey, when do you think they are going to-.”

“Mari!”

Marinette is cut off by one of her favorite blondes as he latches onto her body.

“When you rushed forward I tried to follow you and ended up getting hit with the gas and had a panic attack, and then when they gave me the serum I couldn’t find you and had another panic attack, and they couldn’t calm me down for a while and then they had to take my statement but I still couldn’t find you and I’ve been freaking out the whole time. What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

By the time Adrien finally stops rambling his head is in Marinette’s lap and his arms are wrapped around her waist.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, but you shouldn’t have even followed me, that was dangerous and stupid and your dad would destroy me if anything happened to you.”

Adrien snorts.

“If you don’t want me to follow you then don’t take off running.”

Marinette groans, not acknowledging the fact that she is still leaning against Damian.

“Adrien, you are far too ride or die for your own good.”

Adrien sighs, leaning back to look at his best friend.

“Yeah well, Chloe is probably gonna kill us both if we don’t get back to the hotel soon. She heard what happened and has been blowing up my phone since I came to. Ms. Bustier won’t let her leave though.”

“We are so dead. She’s going to actually kill me this time. Damian? Would you like an invite to my funeral? You’ll need a tux.”

Before Damian can even try to respond Adrien cuts him off.

“Oh! There's another person here… Who saw me acting dramatic…. Oh no.”

Adrien's pale face contrasts brightly with Marinette’s, which is bright red from restraining her laughter.

“Okay, okay this is fine. It’s fine. We have two options here, A: We kill you so you can’t spill our secrets or B: You become our friend and are kept under surveillance.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at him not even bothering to acknowledge how dramatic he is still being.

“No.”

Marinette finally breaks, cackling like a witch she rips a piece of paper from her ever present sketchbook and writes her number down.

“Here, this is my number in case you want to stay in contact. Come on Adrien, Chloe is going to kill us.”

She grabs Adriens arm and starts to run, ignoring his protests of ‘He knows too much to be left alive!’ in favor of trying to make it back to the hotel with her other favorite blonde.

She didn’t see the soft smile Damian sent her way as he puts her number in his phone…

But Jason did, and soon will ever other wayne if the video he sent to the family group chat had anything to say about it.

#daminette #I don't now how to tag #marinette x batfam

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taliaquinn · 4 years

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Why Me!? Chapter 12

Mass Panic immediately ensued following the texts.

Rose couldn’t help but tear up at the thought that she won't be wearing the beautiful new dress she designed with Marinette. Alya was panicking because she knew how much Marinette's MDC dresses cost. Yes, she stalked her website, but only to trash talk it with Lila, Lila even told her how some of those designs were her idea and Marinette stole them.

Adrien decided to try and call his ex-classmates but was shocked to find that he was blocked . He decided to try calling Marinette but was even more shocked to find that the line was disconnected.

Alya finally had enough of the chaos and decided to try and get control of the room again. She blew a shrill whistle “EVERYONE QUIET, Look we lost only a few people, most of them bullies, we don't need them together we can handle this”

No one would admit the queasy feeling they got at the pit of there stomachs. They knew Marinette might've been a bully but she was an excellent president.

Gotham Airfield Gotham City, U.S.A 7 a.m

Marinette stirred and was shocked to find that her parents were up and getting there carry on luggage. Quickly glancing out her window she was shocked to find that they Landed in Gotham. Eep. Quickly gathering her art supplies she followed her parents down the steps.

Suddenly she heard a squeal “Oh my gosh she’s so adorablleeeee, Bruce are you sure this is your kid?”, she looked up to see a blonde girl jumping up and down while clinging to another boys arm.

Mr.Wayne seemed to have a look of eternal suffering etched on his face. “Yes Stephanie I'm sure, How’d you even know we were going to be here ?”

“Tim told me” The guy she was clinging to slightly grimaced while side-eyeing Mr.Wayne who was giving him a glare.

“Of course”

‘MARIBUGGGG” Dick quickly ran towards the steps and scooped her up and twirled Marinette around. Marinette couldn’t help but clutch to her supplies for fear of dropping them while giggling.

“Hi Dick,really happy to finally be here” She hugged him back, while he put her back down. Suddenly Dick was abruptly shoved away

“My Turn” Suddenly Marinette was engulfed in by a blonde tornado.

“Steph you’re suffocating her let her goooo” The guy Tim said as he was approaching them.

“But shes to adoranble~” the blonde said, still holding Marinette captive. Why was it always the Blondes who tried to kill her?

Oblivious to her plight her parents went on ahead and greeted Bruce and Dick who had to stumble back to Bruce's side after being viciously shoved.

“Bruce I want to say a huge thank you, We can’t wait to get Marinette situated and head back to Paris,” Sabine said making sure to quickly shake his hand and giving Dick a quick hug.

“Ha, I swear all three of us eventually dozed off on the flight,” Tom said while moving to do the same.

After a few more seconds Stephanie finally released Marinette.

“Oh gosh, you’re too adorable for words~ My name is Steph” Wait did Bruce have a second daughter? Marinette thought he only had one other daughter, Cassandra?

“Are you another one of Bruce's kids?”

“What!? Oh gosh,you’ve only been here for a few minutes and you already recognize that Bruce has an adopting problem, pfft luckily I am not one of those poor suckers. I am just here to eternally annoy them plus I’m besties with Cass, Bruce’s other daughter” Stephanie explained.

She quickly pulled Tim towards them. “This is one of those poor suckers, Marinette this is Tim Drake, He’s constantly sleep-deprived and suffers from severe caffeine addiction”

“It's not severe”

“Yet”

Marinette couldn’t help but snort. Being a Fashion designer/superhero/ highschooler, Marinette has learned how to make a dang good pot of coffee. Also how to tell if she’s hallucinating or not from lack of sleep. Seriously there was this one incident where she was seeing hamsters take over the school's library, there was also that one time where she saw a mob of pigeons chase a man, but that turned out to be pigeon man who got akumatized again.

“A fellow addict, nice to meet you,” Marinette said.

Stephanie suddenly started looking at two before seemingly coming to a startling revelation

“ OH GOD, THERE'S TWO COFFEE ADDICTS NOW!!!” She yelped. She suddenly scurried away in a desperate attempt to call Alfred and warn him about the new incoming addict.

Dick glanced down and noticed that Marinette dropped a few of her pens and markers. He knelt to pick them up quickly he handed them to Marinette.

“You like to draw?” He asked giving her another quick hug

“Yeppers I mainly focus on designing outfits and making them as well, where’d you think your jackets came from?”

“ No way, I thought you bought them!!! I love mines and I know for a fact Bruce loves his.”

“Well yeah I make a lot of my clothes, I have a website where I sell some of the clothing, I also do commissions” suddenly Dick was once again shoved away.

“MDC!!” Tim exclaimed

Marinette jumped back a few steps before suddenly realizing that he was a fan.

“M.D.C are your initials, I knew I recognized the Jacket from somewhere”

“Yep based off another Jacket I sold on My website, except some of the detailing is different”

“You’ve gotten recognition from Audrey Bourgeois and Gabriel Agreste,” Tim gawked. Dick was busy grumbling complaints “What is it with you two and shoving me”.

Marinette quickly went over to help him up. She quickly got one of her suitcases and opened it up pulling out a few articles of clothing. Quickly she handed Tim his jacket, and since she wasn't aware of Stephanie's existence she settled with Handing her a Trench Coat since it was cold.

Stephanie immediately shed her current coat and shoved it at Tim to hold. She put on the trenchcoat and admired the embroidered birds around the sleeves.

“Oh my gosh, you have such a good eye”

Stephanie immediately shed her current coat and shoved it at Tim to hold. She put on the trenchcoat and admired the embroidered birds around the sleeves.

“Well duh kinda necessary” Marinette teased

“Wait you didn’t bring any of your supplies?” Dick responded, noticing that Marinette didn’t bring Big enough suitcases to carry some of the bigger sewings and designing supplies.

“Well, we had to kinda leave in a rush so…. I didn't have enough time to pack some of the bigger supplies”

“I have an idea! We can go around Gotham and buy some of the supplies!” Dick suggested.

“Maybe on the weekend Dick, We gotta take her to the manor and let her and the Dupain-Chengs meet the rest of the family,” Bruce noted joining them. Honestly, though Bruce was more worried about a certain butler ripping him a new one for taking so long to introduce him to his newest granddaughter.

College Francis Dupont Paris, France 8:30 a.m

People walking into Bustiers Class couldn’t help but be disconcerted at all the empty seats the next day. They all decided to sit on the right, some glancing at the empty seats on the left.

Lila finally walked in and with the flip of her hair, she strolled straight and made sure to take a seat next to Alya. Right in Marinette's old seat. It was odd seeing someone else sit there. Eventually Madame Bustier walked in and only took a momentary pause upon seeing the small class size.

Adrien slowly walked in and lightly jumped at the new class size. He took his usual seat next to Nino. However, it wasn’t too long before he felt a tap on his shoulder. Both he and Nino turned to face Alya and Lila.

“Hey, Adrien you mind switching seats with me? I wanna sit to Nino” Alya announced. Adrien, however, didn't miss Nino’s slight grimace. However, Lilas's look of pure hopefulness was the thing that made Adrien slightly grimace as well.

Regardless of how Adrien felt he knew he had to say yes.

“Sure”

Meanwhile in Mendelievs….

“I call dibs on sitting next to Kagami!!!” Chloe loudly exclaimed and made a mad dash towards the empty seat next to Kagami.

Nathaniel immediately moved to sit next to Marc. Sabrina sat next to Juleka. Ivan decided to sit next to Max. At first, it was a slight adjustment getting used to Mendelievs class, she taught and had control over her class. No way was she going to permit and outburst or arguments when she taught. However, she did permit them to talk whenever she was done teaching.

“Marinette just quit ?” Probed Aurore. She was furious at the fact that Marinette was essentially driven to quitting.

“Yup” Chloe responded popping the p, “But now she’s staying with Family in Gotham for a bit, she even texted to mention how she might transfer schools and stay in the states”

“B-but sweet Marinette in Gotham, don’t they have like a gajillion crazy villains? At least the Akumas’ damage in Paris can be reversed and they're only temporary” Aurore mentioned

“Marinette is tough, plus she’ll be away from this crazy school” Nathaniel offered while finishing up a sketch for his and Marcs’ comic

“Plus Marinette said she’ll call us once she’s comfy and everything” Chloe finished.

“Poor Marinette”

Wayne Manor Gotham City, USA 9:00 a.m

Marinette knew Mr.Wayne was rich but holy cow, he makes both the Agreste and Bourgeious fortune look like pennies. She never understood how rich he was.Seriously he has a fleet of luxury vehicles in his garage. The inside of the manor looks photo-ready, AND all of his kids have gone to a 30k a year school. Thank God she was going to a Normal School.

Mr.Wayne made sure to take Maman and Papa to a luxury hotel suite to get them settled before bringing them back to the Manor. She quickly said goodbye and gave them big kisses on their cheeks.

Marinette was occupied still gaping at the giant Chandelier when suddenly she was face-to-face with two teenagers.

Dick immediately noticed that there was an awkward staring contest going on and moved in to ease the awkwardness.

“Marinette this is Cassandra shes the fourth oldest,” Dick said while introducing the two. Marinette was occupied gaping at Cassandra. She was so pretty. Cassandra took a quick step forward before quickly putting her hand on Marinette's shoulder.

“Cass” She gently chided.

Marinette only slightly stumbled before yanking out a sweater from her duffle bag and practically shoving it at her. Sue her she was intimidated and impressed.

“Me?” Cass was surprised. She took the sweater but couldn’t help but hold it close to her. It was so soft. Marinette made it for her, and she didn’t know her!!! Cass couldn’t help the grin that was overtaking her face. She made sure to get closer to take a long glance at Marinette who was giving a cynical Jason his own sweater, along with gloves. Nervous. jittery. uncomfortable.

“Huh, you are most definitely too sweet for this family" Jason couldn't help but coo at the sight of the petite blue-eyed girl.

"I'm Jason Todd, technically dead and black sheep of the family. Whenever you get tired or pissed at Bruce, trust me that is a guarantee, feel free to crash at my place.” He piped. While shrugging off his leather jacket and putting on his new turtleneck sweater. Holy crap was it soft.

Technically Dead? What in the world!? Are they choosing to ignore that!? Marinette was so confused. Seriously first off Cass has the biggest grin on her face and seems to be studying Marinette, Jason Todd just admitted he’s still technically dead!? Are all siblings this confusing? She’ll have to ask Luka. Seeing as he seems to be the only one in their friend group who has a sibling.

Taking a glance around the entrance. Marinette noticed that she suddenly had older siblings and even a younger one. One week was all it took. Marinette took a glance at Cass she mirrored her grin. She realized one thing.

THIS FAMILY IS INSANE!!!

And now she's a part of them. Crap.

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A/N:

I hope that all of you lovely peeps are staying healthy and safe. Please enjoy todays chapter. Feel free to reblog and leave a note <3.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb au #maribat #batfam #marinette deserves better #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #class salt

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magicrowiswritingstuff · 4 years

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Batboys: The personalities of the boys’ significant other

After some feedback I received I really wanted to write more headcanons though I wasn't sure about what. So I decided to write about the boys’ s/o as a guide for future headcanons and as an idea for you all. All headcanons about the batboys will be written with these personalities for the s/os in mind unless stated otherwise. (I tried to make them all very different ... Did I succeed? You decide.) _________________________________

Dick Grayson:

You are the most chill person Dick ever met. It takes a lot to make you irritated since you accustomed to just ignoring the people that are acting disrespectful towards you. If they feel the need to take their anger out on you let them. You don't care. Though, that person is now definitely dead to you. However, you don't let them know since silence is the most frustrating punishment. Often you just politely smile at whoever said something inappropriate and walk away. Because of that you seem really sweet and harmless at first glance but when somebody disrespects the people you care for? Oh, somebody has to hold you back because you get furious. Dick and you get along great. Always have and always will. The first time you met it just clicked and the two of you knew that this person would never leave your life again. Sometimes your families think that the two of you have full on conversations in your thoughts because suddenly one of you chuckles or smiles without given cause. And they were absolutely right. You know Dick and he knows you so well, you often just know exactly what the other one is thinking. You were so close there was nothing and no one who could tear you apart. The two of you had a silent agreement to strengthen your relationship even more, nothing that was ever said out loud but understood either way: No secrets. You tell the other one everything, or at least everything that concerns them too. Secrets are the easiest way to destroy a relationship because it quickly leads to jealousy. And since there weren't any secrets between you two there was no jealousy. Well except for one. The biggest secret Dick had to keep from you caused him much distress. But when he finally told you who he was you were relatively chill. At least on the outside. A thing you two also do is trying out hobbies of the other one to search for something to do together. You drag him along to the stuff you like to do and he does the same. One day you sat down with him to brainstorm some ideas which lead to him suggesting dancing lessons.

"You can dance ballet?!"

You were surprised but knowing his background in the circus and as a highly gifted gymnast and acrobat it kind of fit. However, you convinced him to try out standard partner dances with you. Disco fox, Cha-cha-cha, Rumba, the typical Waltz and even the fast Jive or energetic Rock 'n' Roll, you tried it all. And one place were the two of you show off what you have learned are the galas Bruce often hosts. To say you didn't enjoy the open mouthed stares would be a lie but you had to thank Dick for that because he was an excellent leader which made it so fun to dance in the first place. Your life changes completely after Dick revealed to you that he was Nightwing. You seemed chill and definitely didn't freak out the way he predicted but you were scared, you were concerned and you were worried. And you still are. You had known that something was up by the bloody shirts you sometimes found in the laundry but you thought that after his reveal he wouldn't just continue throwing them into the basket in the bath room without a word. The first time you found one again you grabbed it and walked into the living room to confront him.

"Why don't you come to me when you get hurt?" "Because it happens almost every night?" "WHAT?!"

After a long discussion you finally managed to convince him that even though you weren't as great as Alfred, you could definitely stitch him up better than he could. Many months later, you often stayed in the manor and not your apartment when Dick had to go on patrol and sometimes you assisted Alfred or helped with the wounds, Dick asked you if you would like to help the team permanently. You declined. You didn't want to be a vigilante yourself or have an alias.

"I'm just (Y/N) and I'm here because I love you and not because it's my job."

However, you continued to help them whenever you could. Just not as another vigilante but as yourself. _________________________________

Jason Todd:

When you tell people that this brooding, though looking guy wearing a biker jacket lurking over your shoulder protectively is your boyfriend they usually don't believe you. And when you tell them that he's actually the biggest softy they don't believe you either and on top of that you get an angry look from him. The cliché of 'opposite attract' really is true, at least kind of. You're just appearing to be so sweet, innocent and introvert that for outsiders it doesn't look like a match. And you really are like that but you two still prove them wrong every time with great delight. You and Jay still share many similarities though. They just weren't visible for anyone who didn't know the two of you well enough. Jason is a sucker for books and movies and so are you. The best time you had with him are when you sat beside him in bed, drinking hot tea and silently reading together or talking about the latest movie you two watched. Theories, feedback and recommendations are always shared in an animated discussion with lots of laughter. You could talk with him about books and films forever. Jason still maintains the tough bad boy persona in public but you don't care because you know what lies underneath. For you he acts as cheesy as he wants to and shows his soft side. You're dead if you tell someone that though. At first he didn't even let his family know about his softer side and denied it whenever they would tease him about it because let's be honest he is helplessly in love and it shows. You found it adorable, his little pout while a blush slowly tints his face red but he still held onto his persona. After a while he stopped, just shrugged with his shoulders and owned it.

"Fuck it, it's true."

You appreciate it deeply but understand that he not necessarily wants strangers know about his soft side. However, that doesn't stop you from saying it anyway. It's not like they believe you. To show your appreciation even more you try out new things because you want to be more outgoing with him like going to parties with friends or the galas hosted by Bruce. But since you are a full-blood introvert you quickly get exhausted by the people constantly surrounding you. Clinging to Jason, your rock in the sea, you often feel guilty and like you are holding him back. The moment he notices your abashed state he immediately suggests leaving.

"We don't have to leave just because I feel tired." "Babe, we are leaving because I can't stand looking at these snobs any longer."

While a smile grazes your lips, Jay grabs your hand and flees the scene with you. Giggling you let him drag you along. He would never embarrassed you in front of other people or tease you about the things you feel insecure about. But when you two were alone in your apartment or Jay's room in the manor he will tease you and just let loose and have fun. He will tickle you until tears spill out of your eyes because you are laughing so much. Only then will he stop, leaning over you and watching while the last breathy giggles leave your lips. You really were his soft spot and he was your pillar of strength. The first time you drove with him on his motorcycle you were absolutely terrified. Clinging to him, chest pressed against his back and with closed eyes you let it wash over you. But then he slowed down and quickly tapped against your knee. Slowly you straightened up and dared to take a peek. And you were awe-struck. Gotham was wrapped into a dark blanket, the street was only illuminated by the streetlights and neon signs. It was absolutely breathtaking. Lifting yourself from him you looked around, mouth hanging open. After that you were beaming with excitement whenever he would pick you up from work with his bike. Another part of you that kind of fitted into the cliché of 'opposites attract' was that you really dislike violence. You couldn't handle it. Even watching the news was sometimes too much. That of course made Jay rather nervous. He was Red Hood after all and even though he wasn't that violent anymore it was still a part of his reputation if it bothered him or not. And after he then had to reveal himself to you he was even more anxious. He couldn't lose you. A few days after the incident you made him sit down with you and talk about it. He explained everything and you understood immediately. You still didn't approve but you also didn't judge. In fact you told him you were proud of him for changing for the better. You couldn't have lost him either. After all he was the one who could set your mind at ease. He was the only one who could make you relax after a busy day when your thoughts were running wild. Without him you would lose yourself. You were like fire and ice. You just completed each other. _________________________________

Tim Drake:

You are very playful and Tim would probably also say 'clingy' though not in a bad way. Normally you were rather extroverted and attention loving. Going out, meeting new people and sometimes even talking to strangers. But with Tim? A chill night in is all you need. You don't have to go out to have fun, sitting on his bed you two can talk for hours. Your also are very supportive. You mean, if not him who will keep track of his coffee consume?

"How many cups of coffee did you drink already?" "Today or in the last ten minutes?

You try to get him to stop drinking too much coffee and go to bed instead. If you have to you drag him into bed you do it because A) he really needs it by the bags under his eyes and B) you love to cuddle with him. What you absolutely love to do with Tim is to cook together. He's often 'too busy' to get some real food so when he leaves his computer he grabs the first edible item from the kitchen he can get.

"You need some real food in that stomach, come on."

Often people think that the two of you are both the biggest computer geeks but you don't really get it. You know how the essentials work like turning it on and opening the browser. But the stuff you see Tim do is another language you couldn't understand. You also weren't so big into video games until you met him. Now you secretly train so you would be able to beat his ass for once in smash. He was surprised when he lost. And you were hooked. Video games were fun! And a big plus: you and Tim could do it together. And now that you are trying to step up your game you became 'at least somewhat challenging to play against' (Quote by Tim). It only encouraged you even more to better your game skills. But one thing you geek out with him form the very beginning are old technological devices. After you had found the old Walkman and tapes from your mother’s past you two sometimes sit on the bed and listen to them. It was just such an interesting experience to listen to music that way. You love to annoy him. When he was busy working on his computer you think about what to do to get his attention. Your favorite: asking him silly questions.

"Why can't you just stop it?" "Because you are just so adorable when you answer them so seriously."

You love to tease him but you are the only one who is allowed to. You are at least equally protective as Tim himself. When Damian and Tim fight you still sometimes laugh about it but you are always on Tim's side and step in to defend him if you feel you have to. Damian respects that. On days when you two couldn't met up someone always ends up calling the other one. Over FaceTime you speak to one another until you almost fall asleep. After Tim's secret slipped he sometimes calls you when he had duty in the cave and needs some company. You were the one to suggest that and even though you are always very tired the next day because of the lack of sleep you still enjoy it. Sometimes you fall asleep during the call and when you wake up Tim lies in his bed, the call still running and the phone kept upright by a pillow so you could still see each other. _________________________________

Damian Wayne:

If Jason and his s/o are like fire and ice you and Damian are like fire and fire. Or at least you are the fuel to his fire. You two bicker constantly and sometimes your families really wonder if you love or hate each other. Of course it's the former; your bickering is always in a playful manner. It's only teasing without ever hurting the other one intentionally. If you two have a real fight, which is uncommon, it's solved rather quickly. And if it escalates you hold on, get some distance and talk about it later when both of your tempers cooled off. You are a handful sometimes. Very adventurous, not taking any shit from anyone and to phrase it in Damian's words 'mindless and reckless'.

"Who thinks it is a good idea to balance on the railing of a balcony?!" "I do."

But when you are alone with Damian you inner softy shows. Very chill and affectionate. You almost seem like a completely different person (But to be fair it’s the same with Damian when he’s alone with you). He is the one you care for most and you don't want to lose him. So you cut back and try to be more 'responsible'. Damian is very serious in general but especially about everything he cares about and you don't want him to worry too much. But what the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over, right? So if you once again do something reckless you just have to make sure to not let Damian know about it. It’s just incontinent for you that he almost always figures it out. But your reckless stunts definitely don’t happen that often since the two of you got together (though you still wonder around at night). You really want to be the best version of yourself and he supports you but keeps it within bounds. He still loves you for you and doesn't want you to change too much. You appreciate that deeply and support him in the same manner. You and Damian knew each other long before the two of you became a couple. You were friends, then best friends before becoming a thing so you understand and know each other completely. You know about the other's insecurities, hopes, dreams, boundaries, secrets, feelings, mannerisms. The list goes on. He trusts you the most which makes you an indestructible team. Nothing can tear you two apart or bring you down. Life never gets boring when you're with Damian. You're always trying out new stuff or the hobbies of the other one. However, that often ends in a contest because you both are very competitive but always in a healthy, supportive way. If one of you struggles too much the other one gladly helps. When you attend partner competitions ... no one has even the slightest chance of beating the two of you. Speaking of competitions, you have a self-declared mission to make Damian flustered. Because perfect Damian Wayne never stutters or is in a loss for words but he just has to look at you sometimes and you are a blushing mess. It's just not fair. For now you couldn’t declare a victory so you continue on with it. Something has to make him flustered you just have yet to discover it.

Your favorite activities with Damian were always the ones that get your adrenaline pumping. But sometimes it was nice to just sit down on a blanket in the park and read or draw with him. Especially since both of you were absolute nature spirits. The best dates were always the ones you spend outside since neither of you could stand being trapped in a room for too long or when he visits you in the night still dressed as Robin after a long day. Then you two would just sit on the fire escape and talk. You can talk with him for hours on end about any topic or their deepest, darkest secrets and neither of you ever feel embarrassed. Or he would secretly sleep over at your place. Snuggling together on your bed you love to run your fingers through his dark hair and feel him relax under your touch.

One thing though he will never let you try is becoming a vigilante yourself. No matter how often you ask or annoy him he stays stoic. He curses the day you figured out he is Robin.

"Maybe if I'm-" "No."

He won't even argue with you. No discussion, that’s an order, you stay at home. But he trains you and already trained you before you figured out who he was so you knew how to defend yourself since he can't force you to not wander around at night despite his constant nagging and warnings. One time, and even though Damian says he was going easy on you, you know you kicked his ass during training. And he knows it too but he won't ever admit that he underestimated you in that split second. But by the smile on his lips he had while you had him pinned down on the floor you knew he was proud.

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lovethisletters · 4 years

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Hi! Again I must say: I’m sorry for taking so long, things got complicated but now I have little bit of time…besides I’m wery picky with translations (as you would see in a moment). Anyway, I was very much excited for and while writing this, since I found myself to be very fond of Faith and her relationship with Tim (they’re the cutest) so I tried my best!

Ps: The title of “Refuge” doesn’t have that much relevance in this scenario, is just the title of the song I was listening to while writing this (I think it describes perfectly how Tim’s and Faith relationship might evolve); in case you listen to it but aren’t really familiar with spanish language, here it is subtitled! But there’s minor errors on the translation:

1. "Eres como el sol caliente y yo soy marte" wich means "You're like the warm sun and I'm like mars".

2. "Soy desordenado cuando quiero" the word quiero/querer in spanish can mean several things, normally indicating the yearning of something in a possesive (I want this to myself) or romantic (like: I love you)/aspirational (like: I want to become a writer) way (depends on context) so the most adecute in this case will be "I'm sloppy when I am in love" not "when I want" here is a little deffinition.

3. The most correct wording in "let me be, I'll help you" would be in fact: "Let me, I will help you".

Pairing: Faith O’Neal (@insideoflit OC) x Tim Drake

Summary: Faith is tormented by her past to the point of being unable to sleep and have an anxiety attack, so Tim helps her get through it.

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3:04 am

Her head registered every digit drawn on the clock next to his bed, counting every time she woke up; but something within herself knew that I'd had been more than just 4. Her eyes weighed, but her mind did not stop, she kept thinking ... remembering and everything at the worst moment.

Maybe it had been 5 or at most 8 nights in a row without being able to sleep completely, but in fact, she really didn't remember the last time she had slept peacefully. Months or even years ago?

She only knew that the situation had gone from bad to worse ...

What she thought was a simple period of insomnia which would most likely disappear a week later, became part of his routine, which had stopped bothering her a long time ago: intrusive thoughts, impossible variations in hidden memories and unanswered questions that would often come and go and multiplied in the dead of night.

And yet this time it was different ... it was a living nightmare.

The intrusive thoughts had quickly escalated and evolved to such extent that they now resonated aggressively, scratching the walls of his head, digging through everything she wanted to forget and shouting at her so that she could feel it in the depths of his being.

An imaginary pain that threatened to break his little head.

In. That. Exact. Instant.

She felt his breath cut short at the thought of having to get used to all this, his chest full of emotions and an uncontrollable feeling of despair.

That's why she didn't think of anything other than running, rising abruptly from the bed, barely giving his brain time to process the situation; she ran, as fast as his legs allowed her, she didn't care at all if they were going to break… she just wanted to escape from all that and ignore that past she had unintentionally remembered.

The smell of petricor invading her senses causing a feeling of anguish, seeing those memories instantly regain strength and torturing her in such a ruthless way...

—Hey! Be careful!— her thoughts abruptly interrupted to the feeling of his body collide and almost fall to the ground, if not thanks to the arm clinging to her waist preventing her fall.

—Are you ok?—Tim's eyes invaded by an expression of genuine concern, trying to search the answer to her irrational behaviour.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the moment she reached the garden and much less had noticed Tim standing in the middle of it…like some creepy scarecrow or something…

—I ...— His mind still not quite at the moment allowed for her words to float in the air in a sloppy way.

Tim looked at the girl carefully, trying to decipher what had put her in that state: her hair slightly disheveled by the gentle flushing of the wind, a cold sweat running down her forehead, eyes flushed, her pajamas had gotten a little dirty due to his small race in the humidity of the night and his bare feet hugging the muddy floor.

—Come, you're going to get sick like this!— He reproached her gently trying not to overwhelm her as much as possible and guiding her back inside.

The living-room of the mansion was empty, wrapped in the cozy sound of silence; indicating the absence of most of its inhabitants.

Tim told Faith to sit by pointing at the couch with a slight nod, which she obeyed.

—Wait here—he ordered again, before disappearing down the hall that led to one of the many bathrooms and returning moments later with a pair of clean towels, leaving one of them over her head, with a small mischievous smile.

—Don't run like that, Faith, you could have slipped and gotten hurt…—He said kneeling in front of her, his hands on the towel shaking it slightly in an attempt to help her dry.

His calm voice hiding the reality of his restlessness. She knew…knew she had worried him ... And that look only confirmed it, she had already seen it many times, maybe more than she should; but it was something she could not avoid and that frustrated her greatly.

But Tim was always characterized by being perceptive and soon noticed the expression of guilt on Faith's face.

—Hey ... It’s ok—The Boy reassured by staring at her, still smiling, because he wanted her to really feel safe.

Tim knew that Faith had trouble sleeping, he knew perfectly the symptoms of insomnia: he had noticed the lights of her room stay on until dawn, dark circles highlighting her beautiful big eyes, her clumsy movements during the day, lack of concentration and had even once heard Bruce scolding her because of her teacher's multiple complaints accusing her of sleeping in class.

But she would never admit it… she "didn't want to be a bother"

Tim allowed himself to caress Faith's cheek, gently and delicately as if she were some kind of porcelain doll about to break.

—Do you want to talk about it?

Faith thought briefly before her eyes began to fill with tears that threatened to slip away.

—No, not really ...— A glimmer of guilt was noticeable in her response.

—It’s Okay. Don't feel like you have to—followed by those words, Tim felt the need to hug her; his arms carefully surrounded Faith's small figure.

—Just know I'm always going to be here for you — his chin resting slightly on her head partially covered by the towel.

The tears that she had forced herself to hide, began to escape silently with an air of cynicism.

—Dammit— she cursed under her breath.

Noticing this, he quickly bent down again to wipe away her tears with his hands.

Faith was a strong, but stubborn person, many times denying herself the idea of asking for help and this was no exception; she didn't want Tim to see her that way, in her most vulnerable state; but she also didn't want to leave, despite all the crying, she found Tim's company very much comforting.

So… she stood there, allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of other people for once in a really long time.

After a few minutes (maybe even more) when she had no more tears left, Tim spoke again.

—It's getting late, you should be asleep and unless Riddler is entertaining the bat, Bruce will be here at any minute and I don't want him to scold you for staying up so late, you have class tomorrow, right?

Faith nodded, releasing a small chuckle upon hearing Drake's motherly but bossy tone.

—Whatever you say, mom — emphasizing the word "mom" on a goofy manner.

He rolled the eyes pretending to be offended but without making the least of attempts to hide his own amusement.

—Go to your room, dummy!—

She raised her hands as if she were being arrested before turning around and running upstairs followed by Tim, who was also heading to his room. However, something stopped her once she was standing in front of the door of her own room.

She didn't want to be alone ... at least not for tonight ...

A small knock on Tim's door caught his attention off of his monitors, at first he thought it was Alfred about to scold him like every other night for not sleeping or Damian who had arrived from patrol early and couldn't find Titus favorite chewing toy.

But no… there in the door frame stood Faith with a pillow under her arm and a slightly shy smile.

—You're supposed to be asleep.

—Right back at ya — she replayed quickly.

—I’m not the one who has to save his grades on algebra tomorrow, Faith—he said, reminding her of his test in the morning.

—Yeah, well… truth is… I can't sleep…

Her voice barely even believing herself.

—Can I… can I stay here? —Tim flushed wildly almost at the exact moment he heard those words come out of her mouth.

—I… Um. Yeah Yeah, sure — tripping on his own words he stepped clumsily into the side in order to let her in.

Tim's room was both a mess and incredibly clean… his desk was the messy part, probably because he spend a lot of his time glued to his computer to the point Alfred sometimes had to brake in and almost drag him outside to eat like a normal human being instead of just feeding off of energy bars and coffee.

In comparison was the side of the bead, it was so clean. Everything looked almost brand new, since he barely slept and when he did it was just very quick naps before patrol.

—Make yourself comfortable— he signaled the bed before putting back on his headphones and to whatever he was doing.

—Aren't you going to sleep?— Faith asked as she settled between the sheets.

Tim was silent for a moment, trying to find an answer.

—Well ... maybe just for a little while…—

He finally spoke before joining Faith, keeping a adequate distance, which Faith quickly ignored by hugging him unexpectedly, burying his face in the boy's chest.

—Good night, Tim.—

Tim thanked the lights were off, otherwise Faith would have seen his face as red as a tomato. The girl's touch was comforting and warm so he didn't think twice before reciprocating the hug and planting a small kiss on her head.

—Good night, Faith.

#Tim Drake x OC #Tim Drake #red robin #Faith O'Neal #guardian angel #dc #dc comics #tim drake imagine #OC #timothee chalamet #monica ollander

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goddessofroyalty · 5 years

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Fandom: DC Comics, Batman Ninja

So after the fourth time watching the Batman Ninja movie, and me, my sister, and my fiancé all convinced the reason the monkeys didn’t come with them into the future despite the horses doing so is Tim putting his foot down I wrote this.

Yeah I made Damian compliant with this comic personality not the movie one. Worked better for the idea.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16726509

“Bruce you’re not seriously letting him take the monkeys?” Tim asks as Damian walks by organising his things to go back to their own time. Mokichi and Monmi on his shoulders as he does.

Bruce doesn’t even get a chance to contemplate the question before Damian is cutting in. “Of course they are coming back with us Drake. Monkichi and Monmi have proven themselves competent allies. Which is more than I can say for you.”

“Bruce. That is a breeding pair of monkeys,” Tim says as if it is a more compelling reason for his argument. And in a lot of ways it is. There is little doubt that if they brought the two moneys back with them they would, at least eventually, have baby monkeys on their hands.

Damian clicks his tongue at his brother and Bruce feels a headache forming. Weren’t the two of them getting along just hours ago? How was it that the mere promise of returning to their own time had them bickering again. “And how is that relevant to whether they return with us Drake?”

“We just saw the damage an army of monkeys’ can do. I don’t particularly want you to have one under your control.”

The two monkeys cling to Damian’s neck as Bruce’s youngest looks ready to lunge at his brother.

“Enough,” Bruce says to stop a fight from actually breaking out. “The monkeys stay here.”

“What!? Why!?” Damian demands his ire turning onto Bruce while Tim has smug satisfaction. “We’re taking the horses!”

Yes but the horses are easy enough to explain away and the Wayne property already equipped with a stable even if it hadn’t been used in decades. It would be a lot harder to explain two monkeys without really looking like eccentric rich so out of touch of reality that they take wild animals as pets. Not that Bruce thinks Damian will accept those reasons.

“We just can’t,” he settles on, hoping that just maybe this time his son will listen to him.

Of course Damian goes to argue it but thankfully Dick brings himself into the conversation by casually leaning down to hug his youngest brother.

“They have families here Damian. We can’t take them away from that into a completely different time period and continent,” Dick says and Damian’s mask of stoicism breaks for a moment making Bruce fear he will have to deal with the circumstances of Damian joining Bruce’s family and crusade while still in feudal-era Japan.

Damian collects himself fast enough though and gives a nod. “You are right Grayson it would be cruel. Mokichi, Monmi, you have to stay here.”

The two monkeys look sad at the new but Tim mutters an oh thank god from behind Bruce. And Bruce does know it is the right call. Still he also knows how sad leaving the two monkeys behind will make Damian. A testament to how much Damian had grown as a person since joining them. Something that normally would make Bruce buckle to Damian’s wants.

Still. Tim is right – the monkeys have to stay in this time period and cannot come with them.

#DC Comics #Batfamily #Bat Family #batman ninja #Bruce Wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #i accidently a ficlet #Ramblings of the Goddess #Gothams Royal Family #It's not like I'm going out of my way to keep rewatching this movie #just other people want to watch it #and I end up being in the room doing housework or stuff #so end up basically seeing it again

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iphoenixrising · 7 years

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Hi! Hate to bug you when you are probably busy, but I need a story on this! A story where Tim somehow becomes a bat earlier. Possibly with some Dick/Tim or Jason/Tim, or all three later? Please and I love you!

Hi babe. This? Would be so just adorable. All the adorable please. Hm. Robin!Jason maybe? Ah, just a short thing tho, okay?

The little kid is such a tiny thing, Robin has no fucking clue how he got all the way up the side of the Wallstone with just his hands (and apparently a camera). But the inevitable fall is something he already banked on.

With an easy swoop down, the Boy Wonder snatches the small child in one arm, pressing the button on his grapple gun to haul them back up to the roof.

“Gotcha ya, hold on!” Robin kicks off the side of the Royale so they don’t slam into it mid-swing. His cape flutters, caught in the wind, and small arms wind around him silently.

He gets an eyeful of the waif when they reach the top, and he’s got the kid hefted up on one arm, amazed at how small he looks.

“It’s way ta late fer anyone your age ta be out,” he lectures in his deeper voice, putting the kid down. “It’s Gotham, kid. Don’tcha know any better?”

The little kid just scuffs his nice sneakers and hunches his shoulders, cradling the camera around his neck like the most precious thing in the world.

“S’allright. I getcha, okay? So, yer gonna tell ya name, and I’ma taking ya home. We’ll right it off as an adventure, you feel me?” He reaches out to ruffle the kid’s too long dark hair, grinning a little when those blue-violet eyes peer up at him through the night.

“My name is Alvin Draper and I live in the Narrows, above the old theater,” the kid tells him, all eyes and please believe me on his mug.

Not likely.

“Uh-hu, and I’m Red Arrow. Nice ta meetcha, Alvin. You ain’t from the Narrows. That camera? Ya didn’t steal it. Someone bought it f’ ya. Sneakers, Class A. Pricey. Jean, even the hoody probably cost more than most people in the Narrows make in a day. So, ya not foolin’ anyone.”

Those brows draw together, the eyes dart to the side of the building—

(Stupid move, kid, but Robin’s body tenses anyway)

—and over his right shoulder. The change is immediate, the jaw-dropping awe, the eyes widening, a small gasp taking in abrupt air, all of it making Robin throw up his goddamned hands because someone is landing it on the roof with them.

And it’s just gotta be—

“Aw, Little Wing! You have a fan!” Nightwing comes striding up, zip line wound in hand, and a smile that would light up the night. The asshole comes right up and kneels down to the speechless kid and holds out a hand.

“Hi. I’m Nightwing. What’s your name?” The vigilante all but coos.

“Tim. I’m Tim. Hi Nightwing, it’s nice to meet you,” and the boy turns his face down, pink suffusing his cheeks, shy and adorable. The combination just hits the vigilante right in the heart.

“Oh? I thought it was Alvin,” Robin smirks because gotcha.

The kid takes a second to come out of his fanboy haze to look up at Robin with a sigh, “you were going to take me home. And…and even if my clothes are nice and I have a camera, there’s no on waiting for me there. I…I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, but it’s really okay, Robin.”

And the unwavering certainty makes Robin take the same pause Nightwing is because this kid?

Another sigh when both vigilantes just stare.

“Give me a curfew and I’ll do what you say, but please don’t turn me in.”

Slowly, Robin and Nightwing look at one another and share an understood nod.

Plan B time.

The kid gets to wear Robin’s cape while he clings to Nightwing’s shoulder and the older vigilante shimmies down sly-like to the street for some burgers, fries, and a kid’s meal with hot chocolate (you want coffee? You’re nine, no!).

The two vigilantes listen to the sparse deets over the food while the kid lays it out for them.

He’s Tim Drake. A neighbor to Bruce Wayne and the heir to a large Fortune 500 company. (That’s apparently living spans of months with nannies in the daytime and nights to himself in the large estate on the edges of Gotham.

Robin and Nightwing had raised the whiteouts at this little piece of news, but they got the whole story before making a ruling.

On the way to the Batmobile, Nightwing holds Tim on a hip while perched three stories up as Robin takes out a few muggers with a little fast and furious.

(He knows he’s not as fast as N, probably never will be. Will never be half the crime fighter, the partner, his predecessor. Who fucking could be?)

And by then, the kid is finally showing some wear by the time Nightwing lays him down in the back seat and Robin digs out a fluffy blanket from under the passenger seat to cover him (he’s not taking on the fight for his cape. Nope. it’s gone).

He and Nightwing fired the big car while those eyes drooped in the back seat. A full belly and warm fuzzy, little Tim Drake sighs because it’s been absolutely the best night ever (and he’s already planning contingencies in case they tell the police or Mom and Dad or something comes out of this).

He’s about half aware when he asks, “where are you taking me now?” with a kitten yawn and only his eyes peering from the warm fuzzy and Robin’s cape.

“Home,” Robin looks around the seat, giving that smirk, his eyes so deeply blue outlined with the domino. “Ya promised to go in by curfew, so’s we’re taking ya home, Timmy.”

And he’s sleepy enough that he lays back down on the back seat, the leather firm, holding him just right. He fits here like he fits in the window in the attic room.

So he isn’t out-thinking himself when he says, “okay. At least you’ll be closer to home, patrol is over, right?” and closes his eyes to try falling half asleep with the vibrations under his cheek and side.

The big car slows to a crawl and eases to a stop. Very slowly, both vigilantes turn to look at him around their seats.

“Tim. What did you say?” It’s Nightwing asking, his voice deeper and suspicious.

Robin’s brow is arched over the dominio, his expression disbelieving.

Oh no.

He fumbles to sit up, still wrapped in the blanket, and stuttering out, “what?”

Both of them give him the look.

Oh…no…

Tim buries his face in his hands…and tells them the truth.

It’s Dick marvelling at the perceptions of the kid (natural detective), and Jason grinning at him in wonder.

So…they’re out of plans for this one.

Time to call

The Boss

Who is stuck in the Cave monitoring while healing up from a terrible run-in with Killer Croc (ironically the reason Nightwing is in town for a while, to patrol with the Boy Wonder and maybe try bonding).

B’s voice over comms is calm and somewhat petulant when he gives the Executive Order to bring the young man back to the Cave (He’s probably driving Alfred up the wall).

In the background, the butler is musing aloud if they have any clothing to fit a nine-year old boy. Perhaps some of Master Dick’s old things are still in his room. (Of course they are.) And as young men have a rousing appetite, perchance, what is the boy’s favorite pizza topping?

And since he doesn’t seem to be in trouble, Tim goes with it, rubbing the slick, thick Kelvar lining with his thumb and forefinger while Jay puts his feet up on the dash and wiggles his toes in the pixie boots.

They draw more details out of him on the way to Wayne Manor: where he goes to school, what his activities are, where his parents are constantly going to leave him at home alone. (“I mean it. It’s fine. They can’t hate me if they never see me, right?”) And when he thinks they might kill him, driving straight into the side of a hill, the secret way parts and complete darkness settles around the car.

Jay slides a gloved hand back behind the seat, and Tim latches on to it, leaning between the seats to see the cave in the headlights.

Lights give way and he is in complete awe.

“Welcome to the Batcave, Timmy,” Dick grins over his shoulder as the car parks by an impressive bank of computers, and Jay squeezes his hand before the top rolls open…

And he meets, the Dark Knight.

Batman is suited up. He has a walking cast around his leg and has a cane, but that nothing to retract from the total bad ass emanating from every pore.

“Wow,” Tim breathes softly as the vigilante that started it all limps up to him, and tilts the cowl down to size him up.

“Hello, Tim.”

“H-Hi.”

“My partners tell me you figured out our secret identities.”

Tim blinks and swallows, his hands fisted down at his sides. “Mr.—Mr. Wayne, I’ll never, ever, ever tell anyone. Not even if the Joker gets me and—and, I’ll just! I’ll tell him I don’t know. I will never give up your secret!”

A scowl under the mask makes the young boy sweat a little, but he tilts his chin up and waits.

“I think,” the Batman starts slowly, and his free hand moves up, taps the side of his cowl, “it would be a better idea—”

And the cowl goes back, showing electric blue eyes and dark brows, black hair, and cut cheekbones. Bruce Wayne.

“—if we teach you how to defend yourself. In case that ever happens.”

The breath goes out of him in a rush. “Teach me?”

Nightwing and Robin pull off the masks, move to stand beside their Mentor and regard him. But B sees exactly what would happen here.

If they put Tim Drake into the system, reported neglect to the police, he would probably go through an unforgiving system for a while and go right back to his normal life since the Drakes were independently wealthy.

Nothing for him would change.

But, since he could do this as Bruce Wayne, and not just as Batman, they could give this young detective a chance.

“Something tells me you’re going to have a place here, Tim, but I’m going to warn you. What we do is dangerous. There’s always a risk. Until you learn the rules, you do it my way or no way. Deal?” Bruce sticks out a hand without looking away, his gauntlet spikes gleaming in the overhead light.

And Tim Drake straightens his small back, anticipation trembling on the edge of his tongue. But he shoves his hand in Mr. Wayne’s

“Deal!”

and shakes on it.

#winter answers #ask #this was cute #Robin!Jason #big brother Dick #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #tiny!tim

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moonfox281 · 7 years

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Hey! I just read your billionarechild!Dick and racecardriver!Jason story, and I love it, as well as your writing style. My prompt surrounds the A/O/B universe in which Timothy(beta), Jason(alpha), Damian(alpha) fight over Dick(omega). --Extra optional ideas would be: Jason gluing Damian to the ceiling, Tim baking Dick cookies, Jason seducing Dick with his scent, Dick hiding from them by using Bruce as cover, Alfred secretly shipping them together, and a wonderful foursome-- anyways, thanks!

Haha, okay, I know I should have posted this way long ago, and I’ m such a shitty writer for making the owner of this prompt waited this long, sorry about that, I had… still have a crazy schedule for classes and a marketing campaign waiting ahead. Just for you to know, it took me one week to fight down the embarrassment to write the porn part, one week!

You should give me some credit, the old me would have written any.

The art of courting

(Word count: 3,245)

To read it on AO3: potato

In a wolf pack, there were various subordinates, who dominated the omega. The omega was the lowest. It was the baby-sitter and usually more puppy than wolf. The same worked for the Wayne’s pack. Everyone who had met Dick thought he was a complete sugar cone covered in maple syrup besides from being sex on the stick (except when you pissed him off, nobody wanted to go down that road). Diana once said Dick had stolen all the light from others in his pack for being a walking sunlight living in the Cave of Bats and brooding men. Normally, the alphas would only take about ten to twenty percent of the pack, because a kingdom only needed one king. However, though, life wasn’t just that simple, at least in Gotham, in a particular abnormal family.

“Go snarl at your zoo, Demon Brat. I’m not giving the phone to you!” Jason grunted and only one step away from baring his teeth toward the boy’s neck.“Why would Grayson want to waste his breath on a failure like you, Todd. I demand you to hand me the phone, right now!” “He called me, prick! Me!” “He asked about me!”

The two continued to scream at each other like a couple of 4 years old fighting for a toy. Dick’s voiced out in confusion and worry from the speaker of the cell phone in Jason’s hand. Damian’s attempt to jump on the older man’s shoulder and snatch the device away successfully made Jason swing around and groan like a lunatic.“Get off me, you fuck!” “What’s going on!!?” Dick’s muffled voice spoke out from the phone.“Oh, don’t worry. It’s nothing.” Jason sounded so light and casual it made the scene looked ridiculous as he shoved his palm at a clinging Damian’s face when the boy reached both of his hands out for the phone.“Richard! Todd is bullying me! I need you! When will you be home?”

Jason flushed a beat red when he saw Damian’s evil smirk.“You little…” “Jason! What did I just hear?” Dick voiced exploded through the speaker and Jason counted down from 10 to 1 just to suppress the need to choke Damian with his bare hands.

The war was on.

“Dick! Welcome home.” Tim flashed a thousand waltz smile at he took Dick’s bag away from his hand and gave the man a tight hug.“Hey there, baby bird.”

Tim laughed at the nickname, no matter how much he had outgrown Dick, Tim would always be his “baby bird”. “How was the flight?” He asked as he led Dick to the kitchen instead of his room or Bruce’s office to greet the man. Tim got his plan, his own strategy of winning the Omega’s heart and everything must work. He had been waiting for chances like this since the first day he saw the older man on the trapeze with his family, there was no way he was gonna let this opportunity down without a fight, because, apparently, there were two imbecile Alphas in this house who didn’t know there reaches and limits at all.“It was exhausted. I got jetlag, and the man sitting behind me just kept talking nonstop throughout all the flight.” Dick flopped down to the marble table, looking tired and sleepy. The sight was kicking Tim’s feeling and even with the instinct of a Beta not as strong as an Alpha, he still ached to reach out and pull the Omega into his chest, and just protect him from stupid petty things like that.“You should have let Bruce pay for the flight.” Or him, or Damian, or Jason, for hell anyone in this family could have definitely bought the whole plane for him, even Dick with his parents’ fortune. “Nah, I’m fine with the economy seat.”

Of course he was, he always was. And that made Tim loved him more than ever.“Anyway, I’ve got a surprise for you. I hope it can make you feel better.” He turned to the fridge and opened it, smiling at Dick because God knew how the eldest could only see emotional affection when it got shoved up his face.“You’re always so caring, Timmy.”

Only when it came to you.

But Dick didn’t need to know that, at least not yet.

“I learned from the bes−”

Empty.

It was empty…

How the #&*@^ could it be empty!!!?His dish full of dark chocolate Pistachio sea salt cookie and chocolate mint thumbprints, WHERE WERE THEY???????????!

“Tim?”

Dick called out when Tim slammed his forehead on the nearest tray of the fridge, eyes dry and threatened to fall out as he continued to stare at the empty spot where he had written in his heart to leave the cookies there.His first ever attempt to cook and now it had flown to nowhere. Bruce wouldn’t eat anything if it was not shoved at his face, couldn’t be Alfred either, the man wouldn’t touch anything other than his own hand made food. Cass and Harper hadn’t been home for a while, and Duke got this Gluten allergy that he desperately hid from others because apparently only he thought it was embarrassing. Who could have…

Those two imbeciles.

“Timmy, are you okay?” Dick’s hand was on his shoulder and he got that concern in his butter voice that made Tim want to melt down the floor.New plan, he needed to think of something else right now! This was his golden chance, Dick got his full attention on him, and Bruce was out at work, Alfred went for grocery, Jason and Damian were God knew somewhere, biting their heads off. No one could interfere them now.“My surprise.”

He snatched his head out of the fridge and wrapped a hand around Dick’s waist, pulling him chest flat to him and kicking the fridge door close with the back of his foot.Point score for being awesome, Timothy Drake.

Dick’s eyes went to the size of saucer and the small gape between his lips was making the wolf inside Tim chasing its own tail.“My welcome home kiss, Dick.”

Yes, this was perfect, he was a genius, of course he was a genius! He should have thought about this before but who knew, improvisation beat the unpredictable predicament.Dick was flushing, and that was a total buff to Tim’s self-esteem. For all he had met, none could win over the cuteness of this Omega, and this was coming from the second Greatest Detective. How sweet things had turned to be…

BANG!

Out of all reason, Tim never could possibly think this perfect perfect moment could be cut by a cast iron in the head. But ouch, it did, and it hurt, a lot.“What are you doing to my sexy Batman!”

Steph stepped over the body of a groaning Timothy Drake on the floor and decided to drop the heavy kitchen subject right on his head, knocking out what was left of the male Beta’s consciousness.“I saved you, Dick! You see that? I saved…”

When she turned back to look at her supposed to be damsel in distress, Dick was gone, leaving behind hurry thuds of footstep in the hall way that he didn’t even bother to hide.

Jason watched around as he slowly sneaked out of the guest room and closed the door as quiet as possible. Time like this did the all Bat training and Robin school come in handy. Now, back to the main course, today was the day. Dickie was back from his 2 months mission with the Titans and probably going to pop his bouncy feet in this place at any second, Alfred and the B man were both out, thank fucking God, that test tube incubus was handled, and now there were only one target left to wipe out of his way, the swan princess. Or ex-swan princess now that Tim decided to put on the green, red and yellow because Old man didn’t make him Robin so why not making his own suit and just stick another R in the chest then stand next to the Bat like everyone wouldn’t give a fuck.No, actually, fuck that, not that he had ever given any fuck about all the weird shit in this family, the only reason why he was here today was because a certain bird was back, and that certain bird was happened to be someone Jason used to think about when jacking off, a lot, while he was still that “Hello, sir” kind of boy when Bruce first took him in, and someone he had tried to court for God knew how long since he came back and had all but turned into that “Even your Daddy calls me Daddy too” kind of guy.

Speaking about it, he should probably call Dick to check on him. The guy had taken a plane from Chicago back here and probably had jetlag due to his poor stomach and crap living habits.It wasn’t that Jason was a neat freak, or that he cared… no, fuck that, he wasn’t some teen boy in denial shit, he was a grown ass man now and he got his shits together, he probably cared more that he had ever thought he would let himself to in the past or even the future. But he did, he did and that sacred the fuck out of him but who cared, Jason Todd could take down armies of aliens and League of Assassin’s soldiers, that blew up 16 years old boy with a puppy crush ain’t gonna stop this him now from reaching what he wanted.

His nose picked up a familiar scent that had put the 13 years old him into his first ever rut, and crap, even this 23 years old Jason now could still have a hard on for it.Dick’s ringtone was surprisingly near and in mere minute, there he was, his puberty’s nightmare, dressed in ripped jeans, white rolled up sleeve t-shirt and those black combat boots that Jason knew was his gift to the older men from last Christmas. Shit, his dick needed to shut up!

“Jay!” Dick pulled him into a hug that tight enough to make Jason uncomfortable and push him off because there was no need to make his boner more obvious. Dick, the forever idiot he was, didn’t know how much he could possibly screw a person’s mind, frowned and fucking pouted when being pushed away from his chest.“At least Damian let me hug him probably.”

Now didn’t that poke Jason at his itch spot.“Hey, maybe he’s just waiting for an opportunity to bite your head off.”“Ha ha.” Dick made a non emotional laugh as he arched his eyebrows at Jason. “Anyway, I’m glad to see you here, Jay.”

He could feel… could practically see that Dick wanted to ask why he was here, but he didn’t let it out, neither did Jason push it. Dick didn’t know the real answer, and Jason wasn’t in the mood for any shitty excuse. It wasn’t like he didn’t come to the Manor every once a month, making sure everyone was still fine, or at least alive, he didn’t turn off any invitation either, if they came from Dick or Alfred. Dick’s gaze shifted down and this time, he was the one to step back. It was then that Jason realized they hadn’t really back off each other’s personal space after the hug. Dick got that little pinkish on his cheeks and his eyes were a little heavy like something was slowly drugging him.It took a moment for Jason’s head to tick, but when it did, it made him smile, then the smile turned to a smirk, and it just kept widen as he realized it was his scent that caused Dick to look like that. Jason was fairly aware that being a high-ranked Alpha meant that he could weaken Omegas’ knees just by walking pass them. Roy once complained that his scent was strong enough to even irritate another close by Alphas. If one thing the Pit did good, was that it leveled up his cast and enhance his scent, turning him completely into a predator, a weapon fueled by anger and revenge.

“Um… Jay?” Dick took another step back as he stared up at Jason with wide eyes, watching his brother slowly towered over him. “Hum? Is there a problem, Dickie?” He leaned on further, ready to back Dick up the wall and trap him under his frame. Jason was being a douche and totally loved every moment of it.“J… would you move, please?” Dick was looking down now and it must certainly feel wrongly pleasurable for an Omega to stand this close to an Alpha like him.“Nah, I think I like the view too much.” Jason would be lying if he didn’t admit that being this near to Dick affected him too. Dick had always smelled good, not in an Omega way, but in his own way. The sweetness from him got Jason’s skin tickle and his stomach hot. And Dick was definitely not looking much better.Who cared, maybe he could just sway Dick like this, using his scent and hey, maybe with this way, Dick would actually pay him a little more attention, now that he had realized his Little Wing was not so little anymore…

SniZZ!

…

“What the…?”

Jason stayed stone dead as Dick waved his hand around the mist he had just sprayed on Jason, his face expressionless. “You’re too close.” That blush had disappeared and Dick got that teasing smile and cocky eyes back on him. Jason could feel, could smell that his scent had gone off, nothing was left around the air anymore. “Did you just fucking spray a scent blocker on me!!?” “… Maybe??!” Dick chirped, face wasn’t looking shameful at all.“Fu… you…!!!” “Relax, it’s a gift from Donna. She said it’s very effective, especially on hot head Alphas…” He stopped to take a sniff. “Couldn’t agree more.”“But I’m…” Jason snapped, and stopped a moment to suck on his cheeks until he knew how to put it together. “Well. I’m me! Why the hell did you think you would need that stupid thing around me?!!!”Dick shrugged, pursing his lips like he had no idea how that did things to Jason.“To be fair, I did tell you to step back. You looked like you were about to bite me in the neck.” Well, damn right if that was what he’d always wanted so far.“Hey, can’t blame the guy. You smell pretty great.” “You think so?”“Dickie, I know so.” He caught Dick chin with his fingers and lifted his face up, staring back at those wide blue eyes. “I know so.”

Jason Todd could be a chessy fuck when needed. Unfortunately, Dick seemed to have none of that as he ducked under his arm and slipped right out of Jason’s frame. “Nice to see you too, brother.” Jason could feel the last word was heavily emphasized. “Now, would you excuse me, I’ve got to…”“Wait! Not that door−”

Too late, Dick opened it and didn’t take near 5 seconds to glare up and realized the odd.“JASON!!! Why is Damian taped to the floor!!!”

Well fuck.

“Dick.”“Bruce.”“How was the flight?” Bruce took a deep breath and tried to act it normally.“It was fine. How was work?”“Nothing out of my hand.”“Great.” Dick chirped.“Great.” He muttered back, unknowing what else to say. “Dick…”“Don’t.”“Dick,”“No.”Bruce sighed.“Dick, why are you hiding on my back?”

Dick let out a series of muffle noise from behind, face pushed flush against the plain of his suit. It wasn’t like carrying the weight of a full grown muscular vigilante was much of a deal for Bruce, oh no, it couldn’t be. And it wasn’t because of the fact that Dick was a fresh, young, and untaken Omega, it could never be because of that. “Dick, again,” He cleared his throat. “What makes you think there’s wrong with your brothers?” “It was all your fault.” Dick mumbled. “They grew up so fast.”

Down the hall, the sound of Titus and Ace racing in speed force toward them echoed to every corner… oh, his mistake, it was just his sons.

“Dick!” Tim yelled like he was afraid the dead wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I made another batch, taste my blood and sweat, they sacrificed for love!!!” The boy, with raven nest hair and black stains all over his face like someone had just dragged him out of a blown off building, wearing Alfred’s apron and oven mitt, laughed maniacally while pushing a fresh-baked cookie tray on both of his hands ahead toward his direction.“Don’t taste anything from this failure of a replica, Richard. It will poison your stomach!” Damian screamed as he jumped forward, holding a velvet box with a non-mistaken shiny diamond ring inside. “Marry me, beloved. And together, we shall rule the world!”“Don’t listen to those idiots! I showered 3 times, sniff me now! Hear my Alpha roar!!!”

Bruce almost faint when the sight of a half-naked Jason running with Damian and Tim toward his place like a pack of wildebeest hit his eyes.

“Hyaa, run Bruce, run!” Dick grope his suit and kicked his sides.

What on Earth had he done wrong in raising them??!

Heat was a bitch, and suppressants were not always on the doctor’s top suggestion, so times like this did lead Dick to the Manor for a short time, temporary hiding away from crime and all the responsibilities, because those three combined was never a good formula except for making disaster.However, Dick did not expect this.

“Open your mouth, cutie.” Jason whispered hoarsely as he bit on Dick’s lower lip, making him jump in surprise when that ruthless tongue swept inside and stirred everything up.

Tim’s hands lowered down to Dick’s navel and slowly rubbed small circles around the small bump that was his and Jason’s cock. Dick hissed and wrinkled around, head afloat and eyes half closed. He was high, way too high. And this was all their fault.Did he plan for spending a week at the Manor during his heat? Yes. Did he plan to spend it with his three brothers fucking him to the mattress? Absolutely not! And now he got two dicks shoved up his ass with Damian’s head bobbed up and down his own twitching member.What a cliché.

Jason thrust and Dick almost black out. His tongue was sticking out and every little movement from below made his head spark. Tim chuckled as he bit his earlobe, shifting a little, just a little but it was just enough to make his poor hole stretch and twitch in respond.

“He’s close.” Tim’s voice was hoarse, and God, didn’t he find that sexy.“We’ve widened him good, haven’t we?!” Jason chuckled as he leaned in and kissed Dick with all he got, licking the sweat around the corner of his mouth.Damian looked up and off Dick’s cock, eyes sparkling and teeth flashing.“We’re going to mark you, Richard.”

How on Earth that only on this moment, with Dick naked and shivering and moaning like a horny teenager, did these three find an agreement and work well together, he had no idea.

Seemed like, after all, Dick was the only thing they could find sharing acceptable.

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