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piedpiperart · 10 months

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Phantom in Gotham

Due to Ao3 being down, I’m posting my DP x DC fic here!

Chapter 1

Tim wasn't sure what about the new kid caught his attention. Maybe it was the black hair and blue eyes, or the fact that he seemed to be as sleep-deprived as Tim considering the deep eyebags. Tim figured it could also be the numerous red flags that somehow keep appearing the more he gets to know Danny. The unnaturally cold hands, slower than usual heartbeat (discovered by Connor), or the fact that Danny used the lunch period as more of a nap time instead of actually eating. To put it lightly, Tim was concerned. So was Connor, but less in a way of ‘hey this kid probably needs help’ like Tim was and more ‘hey this kid might be dangerous’.

But the kid was nice. Tim could see that Danny was a good person. Every morning at school since Danny started showing up- halfway through the school year, which was another red flag- he'd talk to Tim before their class started about everything and anything. Tim learned that Danny liked astronomy, wanted to meet Martian Manhunter someday to ask about space, he had an older sister Jazz and a younger sister Ellie, both of whom he hadn't seen in a while. Tim didn't press, but he was pretty sure Danny was living on his own. He just wasn’t sure why.

Of course, many possibilities crossed his mind. Tim was a detective first and foremost, and he could never leave an unsolved mystery alone. His list included runaway, kicked out, in danger, or on the run because of meta abilities. Because of that last oneTim wasn’t sure if he should look him up on the batcomputer or not. If Danny was running or laying low for some reason, tipping Batman off about it would not work in Danny’s favor. Tim also wanted to find this out on his own first, without Batman’s help.

Tim helped as best he could. He brought granola bars for Danny in the morning, who lit up like an excited puppy at the prospect of snacks. He felt good about being able to help his new friend, but wished he could do more than keep him company during class and lunch. Speaking of lunch, Danny never ate much of it. Tim usually tried to get him to eat something, but Danny usually waved him off and took a nap at their table instead. Tim would share a concerned glance with Steph and Connor, but for the most part they let him sleep, and made him eat a bunch of his school lunch after he woke up.

Danny never asked for anything, and he was always cheerful- a forced cheerfulness, Tim could recognize- catching him in those rare moments when he wore a sad smile, like something he remembered was painful to think about. Tim wasn't sure what Danny had gone through, but he knew it probably wasn't good. He assumed the kid was a runaway of sorts, but Gotham Academy was a rich prep school, so Tim wondered how a runaway would be able to afford attendance at such a school. Obviously the kid wasn’t from Gotham, and that worried Tim with how much crime went on around the city. One possibility was that his parents sent him away as a ‘boarding school’ of sorts. Tim wasn’t sure how Gotham Prep was the best option for that though.

Tim wanted nothing more than to investigate Danny's life, but had put it off. Part of him wanted Danny to tell him himself, but he had also been swamped with a new vigilante on the streets. None of the other bats ever saw who it was, but they all could feel something helping them or other people out. Like some invisible force they couldn't detect. It was hard to notice at first, with a few crooks tripping conveniently, a well placed pot falling on someone’s head. But it grew to become more, like one of them getting pushed out of the way, or sheets of ice appearing magically on the ground in the middle of summer. Tim had tried to call out, but no one ever answered. After a month, the invisible ghost still hadn’t showed itself, but they knew he- it? she?- was still around. Dick thought it was like a ghost friend, unsurprisingly nicknaming it Casper. Bruce, not so much.

But back to Danny. Tim was worried. Granted, they'd only known each other for a month at most, but he reminded Tim of Dick. Always hiding sad smiles behind false cheer, caring more about the people around them than themself. Tim shook his head, trying to disperse the thoughts around Danny's mysterious past. It would be rude to pry.

"You sure you don't want to come over after school?" Tim asked,"Steph and I are gonna do homework, you can totally join us if you want."

"Ah," Danny froze, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly a moment later. Tim could see his pale skin and deep eyebags from standing so close. He chewed his lower lip in worry while the taller teen stammered through an excuse. "I- I have some things to do at home, you know, chores and stuff. Maybe next time."

"Alright,"Tim answered easily, filing the answer down to analyze later. Meanwhile Steph booed at Danny from behind Tim. "Maybe next time? You could come over for movie night on Friday?" Steph added, frustration seeping into her voice,. Tim was sure Danny was either ignoring her outburst or didn’t notice.

"I'll think about it,"Danny smiled nervously, stepping away and waving goodbye when they got to the street.

Tim waved back, shoulders slumping in disappointment. Steph shot him a knowing glance. "Looks like you're wearing him down at least. He'll be a Wayne before you know it!" Steph cheered, latching onto Tim's arm and dragging him to the car.

"I hope so," Tim sighed. The wearing down part at least, but he wouldn’t argue to having a new brother his age.

"Hey, maybe he's just nervous about visiting the mansion?" Steph speculated. "Rich people's stuff can be a bit overwhelming. Maybe we can go to his house or somewhere else."

"I don't think so," Tim frowned. "Anytime we ask him to hang out after school he has some sort of excuse to get out of it, even if we invite him to the movies or bowling."

Steph pulled a face,"Well, maybe he just doesn't like you," She teased, then turned serious at Tim's glare.

"I am worried about him though,"Steph admitted, looking over to where Danny disappeared to,"He reminds me of Dick, but like, more sad. You said he was sick?"

Tim nodded in agreement, worrying his lip between his teeth as he thought. “Slow heartbeat, possibly malnourished, and lower body temperature, but other than that he acts fine. No low energy, he does pretty average in Gym class. I found a few diseases that it could be online, but I don’t have enough symptoms to narrow it down and it’d be weird to ask.“

"Have you looked him up on the batcomputer yet?" Steph asked, climbing into the car.

Tim shook his head. "Not yet. I don't want to pry too much, but I think he might be a runaway. It doesn't explain why he's at school, but it would partially explain his poor health. I just really don’t want Batman to find out, and he will if I use the Batcomputer. Connor also said his heartbeat was lower than he’d ever heard on someone not dying, so he might be a meta? It wouldn't be a stretch for his family to have kicked him out for being a meta. It happens."Tim thought aloud.

"Could also be a medical condition, like you said before." Steph pointed out. "I don’t know any metas that would have slower heartbeats, cuz usually enhancements means faster. He does seem kinda tired all the time. And he really doesn't eat much during school."

Tim hummed in agreement. "I'm just worried about him,"Tim sighed.

"Alright Bruce,"Steph teased, smacking him lightly on the shoulder,"Should I get Alfred to set up another bedroom?"

Tim shoved her playfully, frown morphing into the beginnings of a smile. "I'm not gonna adopt him Steph, he's our age."

"Sure,"Steph shrugged with a smile that told Tim she didn't believe him at all.

"Maybe Bruce would though, if we introduced them."

"Tim, no."

Chapter 2

#dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #tim drake

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annastylepie · 1 year

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The Butlers apprentice AU

Dc x Dp au 1. uwu

ok so like Alfred is like Dannys Great Grandpa or something I really don't care tbh.

At a Family reunion Alfred raising and beeing surrounded by detectives quickly picks up that Danny when close to his parents seems uncomfortable especially when they talk about ghosts and the manece Phantom. As the reunion goes on he notices that danny at times would seem to walk a little too silent to be normal. Upon asking Danny about his oppinion on Phantom out of his parents ear shot he praises the hero and states that he is nothing like his parents make him seem etc. etc.

Some time later when danny is around 17, maybe at a different reunion or even the same Alfred wittneses Danny transform and is explained by him and Jazz the situation. Danny procedes to vent about wanting to move out but not wanting to leave family so Alfred procceds to offer him a room at the manor. Danny is hesistent on taking the offer at first. But after a too close call with the GIW and his perents as well as encouragement from Jazz and his friends he gives and goes to live in the menor under the condition, that he doesn't want to just mooch of of his great Grandpa. So he starts his Butler apprenticeship in the Wayne Manor, where he procedes to learn how to properly cook without the food coming to life, keep up in housework and everything a butler needs to know.

The best part Danny seems incredibly efficient within an hour he can have the entire manor from a litteral bomb exploded here to sparcling clean you could eat from the floor. Danny was entrusted with the secret identeties of the Batfam as well as the batcave.

Bruce was first did all type of reseche of course not just anyone even family of Alfred could just know about their after dark affairs noting that beside the ghost hunter parents and not exactly good grades, Danny was a normal 17 something year old however upon the reveal Danny did not seem surprised at all. How?

"I found the cave like a month ago what do you mean it is hard to find? If we didn't dust it as regularly as we do it would be as obvious as hanging a sign"

Bruce then insits that Danny needs to get some training on self defence and fightling so he doesn't pose too big risks in existing on Wayne manor. Bruce is suprised that Danny is actually able to hold his own in a fight, so after some more reserch he makes the connection that Danny is Phantom.

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Danny likes Tim he is a smart dedicated vigilante guy that somehow reminds him of his early days in the way of how little sleep he gets and just doesn't take care of himself all that much. Danny swore to himself to make sure that Tim takes more care of himself and if he goes a little spooky to do so so be it

Tim is certain that something is up with Danny but just can't put a finger on what and it is driving him mad even more now that Bruce seems to trust him. Danny does impossible tasks that just no one seems to aknowlege. Like sneaking him a coffe when he needs to actually survive the day without sleeping in between somehow danny's coffe just works better than any other he can get anywhere else. Danny seems to also be adament on Tim taking breaks and sleeping. Joy.

Danny the menace he is puts his whole chaos energy into confusing the sleep deprivied Tim with the goal to ultimately get him to sleep. What could convince Tim that he needs more sleep? :

-Danny walks by tim 4 times always coming from a Room that has no other exit or enterece what is so confusing? it is on the second floor and after exiting he doesn't enter the room again

-He would at times just fade out of view as if he was never there

-Sometimes he would invisibly follow him around and move things just so slightly that it could be just be his imagination or sleep deprived brain making stuff up

(-Danny also gives Tim 'coffee' when asked because when Danny makes it he can actually survive the rest of the day without getting tired danny won't share his secret on how he does it ( it is totally ectoplasmd) )

After each confrontation on how he does these things Danny denyies everything and tells him: "I am just one hell of a butler. Now go to bed"

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Dick and Danny upon fist meeting could only be considered imediate sibling adopion or whatever as well as a ever since frequent pun off

Dick also tries to brother Danny around, Danny is in a strange in between position of enjoying it and beeing conflicted on if he should get to attached... it is too late he is too far in at this point

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Damien is a little shit at the beginning and probably even after a longer time

Damien might do a spoiled kid route at fist asking for more and more outlandish and impossible tasks, however danny delivers every time

You want something from that one store 2 hours away? here you go

Need something from your grandpa's but seems impossible? here you go

You want an ancient catana one of the first ones ever created? here you go

Space rock? "I don't want a space rock as you called it" I will get you a freakn' space rock

I also imagine that damien would spar with danny at first because danny wanted to teach damien some respect for others and damien because he couldn't let it stand that a freakn civilian can beat him in something like fighting when he was training since he was basiclly just a todler.

As time passes Damien gains Respect for Danny and sees him as a Rolemodle as well as something close to a cousin.

Damien knows of Danny beeing a halfa, they agree to not tell Tim until he figures it out himself

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Now half a year into the whole buttler thing, Jason and Danny meet the first time

Danny feels sick something in here smells rotten it makes him sick what is this horrible smell where did it come from he house is clean the kitchen is freshly cleanded and the trash taken out there is no reason for this foul of smell to exist anywhere near the manor that is when he sees Alfred talking to someone with a white streak in their hair.

"Danny why don't you join us? This is Master Jason. Master Jason this is my Grandson Danny"

"It is a pleasure to meet you" Danny states moving further into the kitchen the smell gets worse but wanting to be polite he still holds out his hand for a handshake

"Hi" Jason greets shortly shaking dannys hand but upon contact jason freezes as invisible energie seems to surrouned Danny it is familliar and comforting and suddenly Jason feels incredibly light he could fly if gravety didn't still exist but man did it feel debatable right now Jason holds Dannys hand a little longer then most would consider normal all while danny seems to look right into his soul some form of understanding within his eyes

"A friend of the other side it seems, I still got (insert task) to do, nice meeting you and we defenetly need to talk, till later"

just like that danny is out of view and after a short transformation out of sight, man does he reek of corrupted ectoplaslm he gave him a little of his own throu his hand shake to lessen the smell but it still smelled so strong

Meanwhile Jason looks to where danny left the room hoping he would return he suddenly felt so safe and the Pits have never been this quiet before forget quiet they are silent for the first time in years jason can think entierly clearly and relaxed

he defenetly needs to visit more often and get Dannys number

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during his stay danny only tells bruce damien and jason his halfa status the others just kinda figure it out on their own and ask him about it after a while danny would also totally just chill on the cieling at the most rendom times like 2 am tim goes to get a snack after reserch only for danny to throw him an apple from the cieling and dissapearing. Tim went to bed afterwards

that s all I have rigth now have fun I guess :)

#dp x dc #butler phantom #alfred pennyworth #batman #danny phantom #not danny getting adopted #danny is a little shit #crossover #butler #danny is a god of chaos and is aware of it #tim needs sleep #jason needs peace #give tim a break #poor guy #jason todd #tim drake #damien wayne #DCXDP #DPXDC

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nobodyfamousposts · 11 months

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Another Miraculous Crossover Nobody Wanted (DCxML)

In the midst of so many Batfamily/Miraculous crossovers, the thing I feel so many people forget is that the Waynes are...well...themselves.

Sure, they're awesome vigilantes. Trained in martial arts and with great mental fortitude to help them against the likes of Scarecrow's fear gas, Joker's venom, and Mad Hatter's manipulations.

...the problem is that Hawk Moth is a whole different ballgame.

He doesn't target their fears or dreams. He targets ANYTHING. Like petty annoyances. Frustrations. Sleep deprivation. Obsessions. Things the Batfamily generally try to ignore on a regular basis.

If he can akumatize and reakumatize the same man over his love of pigeons and people who feel they've been wronged over silly reasons, there's SO MUCH that could come from the complete dysfunction/emotional constipation that is the Wayne family. Remember, ANY frustration or annoyance or upset counts.

Meaning Ladybug and Chat will be having their hands full with the Waynes until they leave.

And given that Hawk Moth comes up with the silliest costumes and powers...

...the others would never let them live it down.

...

It was a beautiful day in Paris. And an absolutely wonderful vacation to the City of Love, where everything was peaceful and nothing was wrong.

Dick stood at the window looking out over the city.

Tim was on his computer doing some reports. Possibly Wayne Enterprises work, but more likely mission work.

Damien had apparently gotten tired of grumbling and was focused on sharpening his sword—which Bruce really shouldn’t have let him bring. But given the situation, he couldn’t argue against letting Damien have something that would help him stay calm.

Cass had found a magazine to occupy her time, though she seemed somewhat confused as to the male teen model that kept appearing in nearly every line.

And Jason…

…he was grinning. And watching Bruce with such anticipation, looking downright hopeful as he waited. Not helping was that he was holding what appeared to be a brand new camera, fully prepared to start recording.

Bruce knew why.

But he would not give him the satisfaction.

Because nothing was going to happen.

Absolutely nothing.

Bruce twitched.

SNAP!

And his pen cracked from the sheer amount of pressure he was putting on it. Which was admittedly an annoyance, but wasn’t that big of a deal…

…if it wasn’t the 15th pen he’d broken in the past three hours.

It was fine though.

Nothing was wrong.

He was calm.

Calm.

A muffled voice could be heard from outside despite the room being on the seventh floor of a building. Which of course was a coincidence and not because someone was actually right outside the room….and the building.

And perhaps if Bruce tried really hard, he could convince himself was just someone singing a line out of “American Pie” and not someone talking about butterflies.

No.

Because there were no butterflies outside. Because he was fine!

Not the slightest bit upset!

At. All.

“That’s thirty-three…” Dick counted.

…

…Dammit.

Bruce sighed.

“Did she come back to the roof?”

“Actually, she never left.” Tim confirmed, not even looking up from his computer. “She stopped leaving after the last incident and has just been standing there for the past couple hours now, catching them as they come.”

A long pause.

“How…?”

“Her partner has been bringing her water and snacks. And keeping watch whenever she has to leave to hibernate or use the little bug’s room.”

Bruce groaned.

Why couldn’t it be a villain? Or a fan or stalker? He could deal with those. He dealt with them all the time.

It was the well intentioned young superheroes that he had a harder time dealing with. The ones that wanted to help but were misguided in not understanding that their help wasn’t necessary.

“Gotcha!”

“Thirty-four.” Dick droned.

…no matter how many magical butterflies implied otherwise.

“Maybe we should do what the nice Ladybug hero asked and finish up our business in Paris?” Tim suggested.

“I refuse!” Damien shouted, jumping to his feet. “This villain has made a mockery of us and it must not be allowed to stand! I will not leave until he has been caught and my sword has tasted his blood!”

“Damien, we don’t kill, remember?”

“I wouldn’t kill him.” Damien said, looking away with a pout. “Just…dismember him a bit.” He frowned, consideringly. “Maybe cut off his arms. He can’t continue villainy then, right?”

Tim sighed.

“So that’s a no on going home early then.”

They heard a noise from the roof.

“Is she leaving?” Bruce asked, trying to hide how hopeful he was.

“Nope. It’s her catboyfriend back again.” Dick replied, blithely.

Bruce sighed.

“Do you think they’re dating?”

“Dick.” Bruce warned.

“Because the city seems to be really hamming up the romantic angle between the two and it’s kinda hard to not see.” Dick continued.

“Dick.”

“Even if it is kinda weird that they’re essentially shipping teenagers.”

“Speaking from experience there, Dickie Boy?” Jason cut in, cheekily.

“Stop it. Both of you.” Bruce ordered. “The goal of coming to Paris was supposed to be to deal with the emotional terrorism from Hawk Moth.”

“A little hard with all your emotional constipation there, B.”

Jason smirked.

“Or should I say ‘Justice Man’?”

Bruce twitched.

#ml fic #ml crossover #dc crossover #bruce wayne #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #damien wayne #tim drake #ml crack #ml humor #miraculous ladybug #bruce wayne is bad at feelings #jason is having too much fun #yes I'm making fun of them #I do it out of love

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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So I’ve read a lot of Danny was adopted by the fentons but he’s always the twin or younger brother of one of the bats but I just kept thinking what if he was the older brother.

So Haley’s circus has had a really hard year and the newlywed Graysons end up pregnant with a baby boy. Unfortunately they know that at this point they could not take care of him the way he would need and so they reluctantly put baby Danny up for adoption. A few years later they welcome dick and we know how that goes.

Fast forward to young justice age dick investigating a string of thefts committed along the route of Haley’s circus but before he leaves Haley pulls Dick aside and tells him about his older brother. He doesn’t know how to react at first and doesnt tell anyone but Wally but eventually Dick decides to track down his brother and finds this sleep deprived mess of a brother who is basically a trash panda who for some reason has been left in charge of a child.

Danny is super excited to be a big brother and they end up bonding. Either Danny ends up going to college In Gotham or he gets a job there so he can get to know his brother. He of course takes his “cousin” with him.

A few years pass we hit season 2 of young justice and miraculously Dick has managed to keep being nightwing a secret from Danny (mostly Danny was avoiding the Batfam and dick was avoiding Danny when I’m costume) Danny has become like an older brother to both Tim and Jason. Now end of season 2 hits Wally has been dragged into the speed force and Zatanna finds a time to summon the king of the infinite realms in hopes of finding a way to get Wally back.

So they do the whole summoning and as the magic circle is lighting up Shazam or Constantine or dr fate rush in freaking out because pariah dark was locked up for a reason. And then everybody is on edge a figure starts to form in the center and a there was a great big flash (couldn’t help it) and there sitting in the middle other of the circle is Dicks half asleep older brother consuming cheerios out Tupperware with a fork. Everybody is staring at him he stares right back. And says something like oh like you’ve never forgotten to do the dishes before.

Anywho this got out of hand but enjoy 😊

I added more in the reblogs check it out if your interested

#Danny phantom #dcu #dick grayson #au #brothers #let Danny sleep #batfamily #ghost king danny #wally west #zatanna #i need sleep #dc x dp #young justice

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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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Could I request some headcanons for the MH characters and how they'd react to their s/o dying due to the Operator sickness (just to make it more challenging, let's say Alex didn't do it)

a/n: you most certainly can omg i love writing mcd and angst!! i literally dropped everything i was doing to write this so i hope you enjoy!!

marble hornets characters reacting to their s/o dying due to operator sickness.

warnings: major character death, swearing, blood, vomit, coughing, sleep deprivation, gn!reader, death is mainly unspecified but alex isn't the cause, jessica's actually made me feel sad i wanna hug her.

JAY MERRICK.

You stuck by Jay's side since the beginning of all of this, helping him with finding more tapes and piecing together the clues of the mystery that is Marble Hornets.

Even when things got bad, you and Jay stuck together.

You guys were worried, obviously, when you both started to experience symptoms of the sickness, but neither of you allowed it to slow you down.

Unfortunately, the sickness was taking a heavy toll on you more than it was Jay at this point, and it was starting to show.

You could barely sleep most days, but with the sickness, sleeping was like an oasis in the middle of a desert.

And the day you died, you were running on no sleep. It had been... a while since you had last been able to sleep. You were at death's doorstep, but neither you nor Jay were ready to admit it.

Your death had been... peaceful, in the end.

You were in the car with Jay. You weren't sure where you two were going, but you knew that Tim was driving behind you guys. The weight of everything felt so heavy on your shoulders, and you could just... feel yourself drifting off. You knew you more than likely weren't going to wake up if you closed your eyes, so with the last of your strength, you caught Jay's attention and just oh so softly whispered, 'I love you.' before your eyes shut and you slumped against the window of the car.

Jay pulled over immediately because he knew that something was wrong. He tried performing CPR on you, but you didn't come back. And the Operator just had to choose this moment specifically to show up, so Tim had to physically drag Jay away from your body so the two could get away.

The Operator took your body, and Jay followed you into the afterlife soon after.

ALEX KRALIE.

Well first off congrats on not being killed by Alex, I guess. No, you die early on.

But he didn't kill you. He didn't get the chance. He was going to, trust me, but it seems your body just couldn't handle the sickness like everyone else.

That doesn't make it any less painful for Alex to watch. He loves you so much, so of course your death is going to hit him.

Seeing you vomit blood as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body started to convulse... it was terrible.

And he wanted to help you, he did! He wanted to do something to save your life but...

Perhaps... it would be better if he didn't...

Watching you die is something that'll haunt his dreams for sure, and your death will definitely motivate him to achieve his goal and it'll spur him further into the mindset of 'everyone in contact with anyone who has the sickness needs to die'.

And he'll blame Tim for your death, period.

Even if it isn't Tim's fault, it is. Alex simply cannot blame anyone else.

He knows that it was wrong to watch you die and not do anything to help, but... it was the right thing to do. Surely, you would have understood, right?

TIM WRIGHT.

His biggest fear was you dying because of all of this.

At first, most of his fear stemmed from him apparently having an alter ego of sorts that doesn't recognize the people he knows and is violent. He was worried that he'd end up hurting you when in this state of mind.

That fear transitioned away from that when this alter ego went dormant. Instead, it just became a natural fear of you getting injured.

He didn't want you to involve yourself in this because he knew it would be dangerous, but you insisted and he can't exactly stop you.

So when you die? Right in front of him? Choking on your own vomit and blood?

Well, he'd simply blame himself.

It's his fault that everyone is involved in all of this in the first place. If he had just... never made any friends, everyone would still be alive.

It's his fault. His fault that you died. He'll never get to see you again. He'll never get to hear your laugh or see the sparkle in your eyes.

He couldn't even get you a proper funeral because the Operator took your body. You're gone. You're gone.

Alex is right. It really is his fault.

BRIAN THOMAS.

Brian knew getting involved with you doomed you to your fate, but he's more selfish than he lets on.

He couldn't let you go. Even after he assumed the persona of Hoodie, he wanted you in his life.

He did his best to take care of you when the sickness started taking its toll on you. He made sure to steal some of Tim's pills for the two of you to take, he kept you hydrated and he was very adamant about you not touching his camera.

He concealed most of his worry because he knew that being openly worried would only make you worry.

His biggest concern was Alex finding you. If Alex knew where you were, he wouldn't hesitate to take your life, so Brian made sure he never even filmed anywhere near where he kept you.

That being said, because of everything going on, Brian can't be with you all the time.

And you die while he's gone.

He returns to the abandoned building to find it empty. You were nowhere in sight, and immediate panic overtook whatever other thoughts were going on in his mind as he tore the place apart trying to find you. The only thing left in your place was one of his spare cameras.

Dread immediately settles in alongside his panic as he watches the latest tape on the camera, and that's when he sees it. You, with tears streaming down your face as you struggle to force back a violent cough fit. You confessed to him that you hadn't been taking the pills he'd been giving you, instead always sneaking them back into the bottle so Brian would have more to take for himself. And you cry, telling Brian that you're sorry and that you love him before you drop the camera and fall to the ground as a violent coughing fit begins to take over.

Brian has to look away from the screen because seeing you die is not something he can handle. He only looks back when you stop coughing. Your body wasn't in the frame anymore. It's safe to assume that the Operator took you.

Brian sorta just... goes numb, to be honest. There's no other way to describe it, really. He just exists, and then he dies.

JESSICA LOCKE.

Oh Shit. Oh God, what the hell? What's going on?

Poor girl doesn't even know what's happening for most of the time she's there and now her lover just collapsed to the ground and started to cough up blood.

She tries her hardest to offer her support, holding your hair back and trying to help you ride out this coughing fit but it just gets worse the longer you cough.

She's in tears as she tells you to just hold on, scrambling to search for anything she could use to call an ambulance to get you some help.

She even tries carrying you, but she's also dealing with the sickness and is in a weakened state so all she can do is watch in horror as your coughing gets worse.

Then the vomiting starts, and there's no way a human can survive vomiting up so much blood.

Please don't die. Please, she can't lose you. She can't do this without you! You have to stay alive, you have to stay with her! You can push through this, she knows you can! Just focus on her voice, okay?

But her pleas mean nothing in the end.

In the end, your body gives out on you and you breath your last breath in the arms of your girlfriend as she cries, begging you to stay with her.

And when all of this is over, she has no memory of your death. Tim tells her that you left. She'll never know the truth of what actually happened.

#anon #jay merrick x reader #alex kralie x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #jessica locke x reader #marble hornets x reader #jay merrick x you #alex kralie x you #tim wright x you #brian thomas x you #jessica locke x you #marble hornets x you #marble hornets #scheduled.#don't ask why im scheduling this to post at 2am i cant explain my ways #hoodie x reader #masky x reader #I NEED TO START TAGGING THOSE TWO i keep forgetting

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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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Anything you say can and will be held against you || Tim Rockford x reader

Summary: You’re working on a big case with your work rival, who seems to take a liking in distracting you. Smut with plot (if you squint).

CW: unsafe sex, public-ish setting, implied age gap, oral (f receiving)

Of course, your boss had to put you and Tim Rockford on the same case.

The two of you were work rivals, always competing to crack the biggest cases. He had way more experience than you as a detective, 20 years under his belt, and just under 5 years for you. But you liked the thrill of trying to outwit him – and you totally didn’t have a crush on him.

This was a big case. The murder victim was a rich woman who were really loved in your community.

Your day was full of interviews with the suspects, and you stayed late at night to look through the archives, trying to find more information on the rich family. A motive, maybe, a scandal. Something even bigger than this case. You were alone at the station or well, you thought so.

Your fingers were expertly shuffling the files, trying to find what you were looking for until suddenly, you heard the turn of a lock. You got ready to fight with your high heels if necessary but you relaxed when you saw Tim’s familiar stature.

“I thought I was alone. Do you ever leave work?” You sighed, exasperated.

He got closer to you and your breathing got more and more laborious.

Of course, he was seeing right through you. He knew you were crushing on him, and he would use it to his advantage – not saying that he enjoyed it or anything. Tim was a lone wolf, married to his work. But you were… always by his side, with your tight pencil skirt that perfectly molded your curves and your shirt that looked like the buttons wanted to pop off under the pressure of your breasts.

“Move out of my way, let the expert work.” He simply retorted.

“Hmmm, I was here first, Columbo.”

He held your wrist between his thick fingers, to try and push you away from the precious files. His skin was warm, you always thought it would be. From this close, you could smell the coffee on his breath and his cologne that was starting to wear off. You didn’t budge.

“I think I have a lead, so you will have to be patient.” He let go of your wrist and you were going to push him away, until your fingers touched the leather holster he was always wearing under his beige coat. Oh. Your mind went all places, except to the murder scene. The detective was looking down at you with a slight smirk. You didn’t know how you found the guts. Maybe… maybe you were sleep deprived and it was all a hallucination? But it felt so real when you pulled on his holster straps to bring him close to you, before crashing your lips on his. It felt so real when his tongue found its way into your mouth.

His hands guided you through the archive room before the back of your thighs hit a table. Your sat on top of it, bringing Tim closer to you. Your lips went their separate ways as you gasped for air. Your hand fiddled with his tie to undo it, and it finally joined the floor. He helped you undo the first buttons of his white shirt, while holding your gaze, his brown irises had become darker as lust filled him.

“Lay down for me.”

For once, you obeyed him, resting your elbows on the table to prop up the top of your body to keep your hungry eyes on him. His warm fingers pulled up your pencil skirt and your loose shoes fell to the ground. He pressed two fingers against your clothed heat, feeling how wet you already were.

“What were you thinking about, naughty girl?” He discarded your panties before you could answer.

“You, fucking me.” You responded bluntly.

He grinned as his kneels fell to the ground, so he was faced with your burning core. His fingers gripped your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the table and you rested your legs on his broad shoulders.

“Can’t do that right away, I would split you open.”

You couldn’t argue, because his tongue was already on you, licking up a stripe. You whined softly, squirming under his warm tongue. He took his time with you, trying different methods to make you moan louder and louder. Thank god the station was empty. You seemed to like more when he was concentrating on your small bud of nerves, licking in circles with increasing pressure. He took a mental note of that, keeping a steady pace, before a finger found its way to your entrance. He felt your walls resist his entry.

“Relax.” He commanded.

You breathed harshly and tried to relax as much as you could. But he went back to torturing your clit, as his finger was pushing his way in.

“F-f…uuuck.”

“I’m not even done.” You could imagine the shit-eating grin he was wearing on his face.

Without a warning, another finger joined your entrance. Once you seemed to have relaxed, he started pulling them in and out of you, as he was sucking harder on your sensitive spot. Your back arched against the table and your legs started to shake under your hard release. He kept lapping your juices away, until he got back up, drunk on your elixir.

You got down from the table to chase after his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. You moaned against his mouth, your hands finding his belt, undoing it urgently. The detective pulled down his black slacks just enough to free his member.

You jumped out of your skirt and undid most of your shirt as he was stroking his member. When he was done, he held your waist to turn you around. You understood what he wanted from you and you laid your chest on the tabletop. You propped up your butt, where he laid his big hands.

He guided himself slowly through your folds. You felt every aching inch of him, until his hips were completely against your ass. You were already a whining mess under him.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” You greedily moved against him. “Please. Move.”

“Greedy little thing.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

He started moving slowly and it was already a lot. He was so big; he could hit every spot he wanted.

“F-Faster.”

He listened to you and started thrusting in and out of you at a faster pace. You could hear the vulgar sound of your skin slapping together and the grunts coming out of your mouths. He was rough and really was splitting you open. You knew he would ruin any other man for you.

He slowed down and pulled out to turn you around, so he could face you. He thrusted into you to fill you completely again. His hands found your half-clothed breasts, fondling them as he picked up his rough pace. You took the opportunity to take care of yourself, playing with your clit in circles as he was guiding himself to an orgasm. You slowly built your release, your walls eventually tightening up against his length. The sight, the feeling of your tight pussy was too much for your colleague. He soon followed you, warm liquid filling you up to the brim.

When he backed away from the table and your body, he took the time to admire you, completely fucked, juices dripping down your thighs. Your body went limp as you caught your breath.

He went out to get something to clean you up, shirt still half-buttoned but pants pulled up, when he met… your boss, who understood what happened when he saw the color of your lipstick smeared on his mouth and face. Tim did his best to pull himself back together, but it was too late.

“I see… you two are working well together on this case.”

#tim rockford #tim rockford x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #tim rockford x yn #tim rockford x you #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x yn #pedro pascal smut

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tim drake, bruce wayne, and misconceptions

tim is widly believed to be the most like bruce out of all his children. dick is too kind, jason is too angry, damian is too violent. so, through process of elimination we're stuck with tim as Bruce Wayne Part Two. so let's talk about why that's wrong.

(rant below)

to break this argument down we need to first understand why people say what they do about this, and what exactly are they saying?

tim drake is a sleep deprived teenager with a habit of obsession. he pushes away people when they get too close, and his anger is calculated. but arent they all like this..? what makes tim so different? they all become obsessed, sleep deprived, angry in a way most would never consider normal. he pushes people away because he learned to do so from dick, who learned to do so from bruce. they stay in a never ending cycle of pushing people further and further away, until isolation is the only solution.

we're given the never ending argument of "oh well tim is reckless, he doesnt care what happens to him.." but like, do you REALLY think that's true?

he knew something bad could happen, and he decided to take that chance. but at the same time, him being reckless doesnt. make. sense. we all know he lost his spleen, a VERY important organ. the spleen filters blood and fights disease and infection. meaning that without it, tim is MUCH MUCH MUCH more susceptible to infection. so why would he so carelessly get himself hurt when something so simple could kill him? "but steph," i hear you say. "tim doesnt care if he dies, he doesnt care about himself!" oh my friend...

you may be right that he doesnt particularly care about himself, but he DOES care about the people around him.

he loves his young justice friends, as long as it may have taken for him to admit it. this actually plays a part in the differences between him and bruce, he really has friends in and out of costume. i think this is what makes tim so much more well adjusted, what makes him better than bruce in a lot of ways. when something bad happens he doesnt just shut people out, because he knows he has all these people around him, he has all these people that are there for him.

but what happens when all those people are taken away?

this is where tim and bruce are the most similar. all it takes is tim losing everything important to him. like i previously mentioned, tim learned the process of grief and mourning from dick who learnt it from bruce. this is part of why he was so much like bruce at this time. only after losing everything important to him did he become like bruce. he pushes everyone away, he's MISERABLE.

but even here, even now, he's different than bruce. he's faced with the option of murder. and he doesnt, because of course he doesnt. robin would never kill. but.. hes not robin now, is he..? does red robin kill, is he one in the same with red hood? or is it laughing in the face of bruces death, that tim only considers murder when the hero created a victim of it is gone.

either way, he doesnt kill, but red robin stands to question tims morals. because, as has been the theme for the past 15 years, who is tim when hes not robin, nor tim drake? red robin gets to be something seperate from batman, and that's what tim wants. he couldve stayed in gotham with dick-batman, but he trusts dick enough to leave him on his own. to leave gotham.

and i guess that's what tim has been all along. he's the in between of batman and the perfect robin. because objectively he's the perfect robin, but he wasnt given the mantle through love, his career started as a result of death, he became robin to save batman from the same death that caused all of it. he's exploring his in between and i hope, above all, that he finds himself.

after all this, after everything, i hope he gets what he deserves.

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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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We like to imagine mommy Tim a lot (because is awesome) but? We tend to forget he is a Feral Wat Cat of a man? Magnificent, yes, but wretched and probably spying on us from the rafters living off one hour of sleep and three jugs of coffee concentrate. Maybe a sandwich if he remembers.

Like a beautiful, fancy Racoon that bites. Don't touch him! He cries as he skitters to the top of a book shelf. Yes he's hilariously touch starved but! You are! Suspicious(tm).

Where were you on April 16th during your third year of school?! Who did you talk too!? WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?

Yes he's sleep deprived. Of course he would love to sleep. He just... can't. Why?

Because he needs to be SQUISHED. Gotta have that deep pressure. Be pinned. Gotta have someone just wrap him up, fill him completely, and pass out. Dead weight on top off him. So his brain finally gets the message its Sleep Time Now.

But he can't just... DO THAT. Like yes, there are weighted blankets. But then he'd be VULNERABLE. He could be attacked. They actually make him MORE anxious and awake, not less.

But? As he discovered when he and his teammates fooled around? Fuck him then flop on top of him and he's OUT. It's the trust. Being warm and contained.

So when he has a particularly hard night? He texts Kon or Bart. They'll nyoom right over to Gotham. Pin him to their chest and just.. wrap themselves around him. No where to run from how much they care, how loved he is, no matter HOW much that squirrelly reactionary knee-jerk impulse demands he shy away. Show no weakness.

Being able to just... let go. Cuddle. Connect. It's good for him, honestly.

Which is obviously why the universe takes it away. They die, come back, then get NOTICED. Bruce throws a FIT. Demands answers Tim won't give him. Bruce snoops. All his brothers snoops.

Now they want to take over. "Find an alternative" his ass, Bruce. Might flesh this out more >.> what do you think?

😍😍😍!!!! tim needing to be squished to be able to unwind and relax and so getting that need fulfilled by his teammates. maybe they all fall asleep in a nice big puppy pile after fucking tim while kon snores on top of him because he's the biggest and heaviest of them.

tim having human connection for the first time and his family objecting because they dont like the 'sex' that occurs 😭😭😭

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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rayofsuns · 5 months

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Mother Dearest: pt 7

Story Summary: Damian Al Ghul loved his mother to no end but when she threatens to harm the one person he loves more; he has no choice but to go to his father for help.

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Leona loves wash day. it felt like the only time her and Damian could talk without the other boys interrupting, talking over them or just being downright annoying. it was a day Leona spent with her head in a sink as damian's long nimble fingers massaged shampoo and conditioner into her scalp while she asked whatever questions she could think of. It was a peaceful day for her and Damian, A day they both looked forword to for different reasons.

For Leona it was a chance to ask Damian any and everything, questions Damian wouldn't normal answer. It was one of those rare days that Damian was relaxed, his only concern was keeping soap out of Leona's eyes and that made him easier to talk to.

Damian didn't know why wash day relaxed him, his guess is that it has something to do with focusing on only one thing for a change. Usuually his mind was plagued with every possible danger that can harm his sister. it was the only time that his worries seems to melt away. "When is the last time you got a full night of sleep?" leona asked, eyeing the dark bags under her brother's eyes. Damian let out a laugh.

"Bruce snuck a sleeping pill in my dinner last week. I sleep the whole day." Damian said, his voice heavey with humor as he comb the tangles out of her hair. If it was any other family that sentance would have been concerning; but this isn't a regular family now is it. Damian knew about the pill in his drink yet he drunk it anyways. Nowaday the only way Damian could sleep was with the help of sleeping pills. Everyone in the Manor knew about his sleeping problems so naturally they've decided to get involved.

More than once Damian has had one of his siblings trying (and failing) to get him to take these pills. each taking a different approach.

Dick liked to talk to him about his sleeping schedule. He was one of the only one who didn't try sneaking it into his food or anything. Dick's talks never worked. "How can you protect Leona if you're too sleep deprived?" was his favorite line.

Tim; the hypocrite, was sloppy, the pills will be half dissolved in whatever drink Tim would bring to him out of the 'kindness of his heart'

Jason is more forcefull, often times he tries forcing the pill into Damian's mouth and down his throat himself. those times Jason would leave the manor with fresh stitches and bruises. Damian actually stabbed him one time when things got too rough.

Duke is the only one who didn't care enough to try. "you're not hurting anyone but yourself" he would shrug "as long as you're alert on patrol I don't care how often you sleep" it may have sounded harsh but Duke didn't mean it that way. Duke cared about about his found family so of course he wanted Damian to be healthy but he also didn't want Damian to feel like everyone was ganging up on him.

Cass is the only person (other than Bruce) that Damian has had to keep and eye out for. she like him is an assassin. she knows how to sneak something into someones food. Cass was the only one of his siblings that was has been successful in getting him to unknowingly take the sleeping pills. Damian to this day stills doesn't know how she did it, the only way he knew that she was successful was because he woke up two days later.

Leona hummed out a reponse before decideing not to push the subject knowing how defensive Damian can get when it came to him 'relaxing'. "Can I ask you a question Dami?" Leona asked. Her eyes were closed and her head was laid back in the shampoo sink. "Of course." Damain said, messaging the shampoo in her head.

"I know you don't like talking about her but I just have to know. Why did Talia want me dead?" Leona felt damian stiffen. He didn't really like talking about his mother or most importantly her fall from grace. Leona was ten when Damian explained to her what happened to their Umi and how their mother went crazy resulting in them having to flee from their home. He still remembered the hurt in Leona's eyes when he told her. No ten year old should ever hear that their mother, the one person who was suspose to protect, them wanted them dead.

This was the first time she even asked about her umi. Damian cleared his throat thinking about what to say. "Still to this day I have no idea why. Umi's death hit us both hard and I think her mind just snapped. Umi's death was her fault in a way and she couldn't handle that"

"her fault?" Leona asked, intrigued by this new piece of information.

Damian nodded even though she couldn't see him with her eyes closed. "when Umi died I did some digging. the man who killed our Umi and tried to kill you was from a village Talia eradicated ten monthes before. According to the files I found a woman by the name of Elena Heartfelt had set up a meeting with Talia, she had asked for talia's protection from the village that had been harrassing her in exchange for a gift. Apparently the village dislike the lady, the report didn't say why they dislike her all it said was that they wanted her dead." Damian explained. "what was the gift?" Leona asked, her eyes open and her intrest piqued. Damain shrugged. "it didn't say but I hope it was worth the life of my Umi." Damian took a deep breath trying to keep his anger under control. "What she didn't know was that a small group of man and woman had left few days prior on a hunting trip, when they came back their loved ones were dead. They wanted revenge and they got it." Damian sighed, turning on the water and started rinsing out the shampoo.

the room was quiet until Leona sighed "I wish I could have meet her" she said, Damian's eyebrows furrowed. "Talia?" Leona shook her head. She would never admit it but the thought of Talia scared her. She's never had a desire to come face to face with the woman. "No Umi" she said

Leona has always wondered what her life would have been like if Aaliyah was alive, what type of mother she would have been. From the stories that Damian has told her she was have been an amazing mother.

Damian laughed "you know you look just like her. you have Talia's eyes but other than that you're an exact copy of her." Leona smiled. Damian's favorite thing to paint and draw was Aaliyah. Even at a young age Damian realise the resemblance his Umi and sister shared. If the eyes in the painting were brown it was Aaliyah and if it was Green it was Leona.

Damian smiled fondly "I use to hear stories of people forgetting what the dead looks like. they forget how they talked and how they smiled and it scared the crap out of me. I didn't want to forget my Umi; in my mind she was the only one who actually cared about what I wanted and how I felt. I would lose my mind if I forgot her. you've helped me to remember her." Damian leaned down to place a kiss on Leona's forhead. Leona smiled, reaching up to squeezed Damian's hand.

"Did Umi and dad ever meet?" Leona asked after a moment of silence, Damian shook his head no. "Father knew nothing about Umi until I arrived at the manor with you. I wish they would have met; I'd like to think that they'd be really good friends." Leona smiled softly at what could have been.

Leona studied her brother's face again before sighing, giving his hand another squeeze. "You know I'm safe right? I'm sure she's forgotten all about me so you have nothing to worry about. We. are. safe." Damian sighed, nodding his head even though he wasn't convince. Everynight he goes over every possible plan of attack, every way of entrance and with the manor so being big there's so many. If the Manor security's were to fail and the league found a way in. Damian shook the thought from his head. He just had to make sure they were safe.

"I'll be fine Leona. it's my job to worry about you, you know" Leona groaned. "I just don't want you to worry about me all the time. You know I have other brother's and a father that can protect me." Damian frowned, the room was silent until Leona sighed as she decided to change the subject.

"when you and Jon first became more than friends was it... awkward?" Damian chuckled. "Is it awkard between you and Jace?" Damian asked, Leona blush nodding her head yes. "That's the thing is I don't know if Jace and I are even together." She cleared her throat. "I mean He's going through a lot right now so we haven't really been able to talk about what happened a few months ago" Damian nodded in understanding. Damian thought about his answer before speaking.

"when Jon and I decided to be together it wasn't awkward at all for us. Being friends first seemed to have really helped. Maybe you and Jace just need to sit down and talk about what you want from each other?" Leona shook her head no the best she could since Damian was gently massaging the conditioner in her hair. "I can't. He's going through a lot right now and it'll be selfish of me to add this onto his plate."

John and connie, Jace's parents, had Jace scared to death of them.

They sounded like real sociopaths. They beat him almost everyday. Sometimes it was so bad Jace had to stay home from school for days on end just so he can heal; his body so bruised and beaten he couldn't move and Leona would have to steal pain pills from Alfred's secret stash. Those were the days Leona was most tempted to call Jason, knowing jason would handle it in a heartbeat.

"what's got you so angry?" Damian asked, pulling Leona from her thoughts. Leona relaxed her face; not realising her face was scrunched up in anger. "Nothing; just thinking about Jace." Damian nodded. "Ok. I'm done by the way" Damian said, wrapping Leona's hair in a towel. Leona sighed finally being able to sit up. They moved over to the vanity area. Damian took off the towel and started parting her hair, combing out any knots and greasing her scalp. suddenly the door to the in-home salon slammed open revealing a very stoic looking Bruce. he was in his 'Batman mode'

Leona laughed not taking the look seriously "who died."

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Leona never ran so fast in her life before, Guilt and shame laid heavy on her chest like an obese elephant. "Leona slow down." Damian said trying to keep up with the frantic girl as she ran through the hospital. Leona ignored her brother as she made her way other to the nurses station. "I'm looking for Jace lovett's room?" Leona asked, her eyes widen with fear. The nurse typed something into the computer before frowning.

"I'm sorry darling but he's still with the doctor, it might take a while before you're able to see him." The nurse said, a sympathetic frown on her face. Leona took a deep breath trying to stop her racing heart. It didn't work. "can you at least tell us what happened?" Leona asked, All Bruce had told her was that he got a call from the hospital saying jace was in the hospital but that was about it. Leona has never been so thankful that John and connie added Bruce to Jace's emergancy contact. other than that they can rot in hell

The nurse looked left and right, almost like she was making sure no one was listening into our conversation before saying "I was outside smoking a cigarette when suddenly this huge white van comes speeding into the ambulance bay. They pushed the boy out of the car not even bothering to slow down or stop." The nurse shook her head. "The police are waiting to question him about who was in the car but like I said the doctor is still with him." she nodded her head to a corner where two policeman were leaning agaisnt the wall. the looked to be bored just standing there a cup of coffee in both of their hands.

Leona's hand balled up into a fist. "leona do you know something?" Bruce asked, His voice was stern and he gave me a look that said 'you better not lie to me' she sighed moving away from the nurse's station and were no one can hear them.

"do you know who did this to him?" Bruce asked sternly.

Leona nodded. she explained everything she knew about the abuse Jace has been going through. She also told them how she stole drugs from Alfred to help Jace. Bruce gave her a disappointed sigh. "we could have helped him Leona, before it went this far." Bruce said. Leona rolled her eyes. "I know that but I couldn't just say 'oh jace trust me you'll be safe from your abusive parents at the manor because my dad is the batman' now could I." Leona snapped. she didn't mean to but she was stressed out. Bruce sighed. "everything is going to be alright Leona. I'll ask Gordan to put out an warrant for John and connies arrest in the meantime he'll come live with us." Leon sighed laying her head on Bruce chest.

"Damian go over and tell the police officer what Leona just told us and make sure they take a report. I wont have them just sweeping this under the rug." Damian nodded before turning and heading over to the police officers. "Family of Jace lovett" an middle age doctor called out into the waiting room.

Leona and Bruce walked over, worry painting her face. "Here" she breathed out. The doctor smiled at her sweetly. "He's a strong young man." she sighed. "he has three fractured ribs, His left was arm broken in two places and his body is just covered in bruises but that is the extant of his injuries but other than that he's going to be ok. He can actually go home today if he'd like" Leona sighed.

"Can we see him?" Leona asked. the doctor nodded "he's a little loopy from the pain killers but yes you can see him. he's in room 2OA" Leona thanked the doctor before leaving to find Jace's room.

Leona has never been so angry before. Angry at herself for not telling Bruce about the abuse and angry at John and connnie for doing this to their son. How can someone be so cruel. "Leona" Jace's voice was low as he called out for her. "Oh Jace" she cried running over to him and throwing herself at his side. leona gasped as Jace let out a groan. Leona stood back up feeling like an idiot for forgetting why jace was laying in this bed in the first place. Two fractured ribs and an broken arm. Leona couldn't imagine the horrors jace had went through only a few hours before.

"sorry" she said, kissing his cheek. Jace let out a low dark laugh as his face turned red. "it's alright, I'm just a little sore" Jace said, pushing Leona's hair, that was still wet, out of her face. Leona glanced at the mirror that was opposite of the small hospital room and flinched at the sight of her hair. Her damp hair stuck to her head on one side while other was sticking in all different directions. She knew the Media was going to have a field day with this; they just couldn't help themselves. Leona sighed, peeling her eyes away from the jagged girl in the mirror and back towords Jace.

Jace eyes seems to be studing the girl infront on him. he seemed to be taking her in; like there was a test about her face and he just had to study for it. "I was so worried" Leona said resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm fine now that you're here" Jace laughed, winking at Leona. Now it was Leona's turn to blush. "Jace--"

"come lay with me" jace asked, his voice low and hoarse. Leona shook her head no. "you're hurt." Leona said, concern written on her face. Jace shrugged, groaning in pain. "just be gentle." Leona eyed Jace, waiting for him to start laughing because he couldn't be serious.

Leona sighed when Jace's face stayed straight and almost emotionless as he stared at her with his sky blue eyes. Eyes that seems to be growing hazier and low by the second. Leona cleared her throat before slowly getting into the small one person bed. The bed was so small that she practically had to lay on top of him, their face so close that their lips almost touched.

"I told my dad about your parents. he said you can come live with us for now on." leona regretted her words the second Jace stiffened beneath her. Jace groaned as he shifted to a more comfortable position. Leona, thinking she was hurting him, tried to jump down from the bed but before she could jace snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. "you smell good." Jace said, he shoved his nose into her neck and took a beep breath. He was so close that his hot breath tickled her neck when he breathed out making her body become hot with desire.

Leona shook the though away. "Um thanks..." she cleared her throat. "It was wash day." Jace chuckled placing a kiss on her neck before pulling away which she was thankful for. Leona let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding before willing herself to stay calm and focus on Jace.

"You're acting strange J." Leona said, laying her head next to his on his pillow behind them. Jace shrugged "I think I'm done being afraid Lee"

"you'll never have to be afraid again Jace. My family will take care of you, I will take care of you for now on." Leona reasurred. For the first time in her life she understood her brother. The need to protect, to defend flooded her veins. No one was going to hurt them ever again.

Jace looked to be in deep thought, his lips curled downwords in a deep frown. Leona flinched when Jace eyes snapped towords hers. They were dark almost crazyed looking. "You are mine and I am yours" He stated. cupping my cheek with his good hand as his thumb traced my lips. "say it." He demanded. My mouth opened but no words spilled out. "I need to hear you say it" Jace said pulling her face closer; which she didn't think was possible. their lips so close they were almost touching

Jace has never given Leona a reason to fear him; but for some reason she still felt like she was signing a deal with the devil. "I am yours and you are mine." she repeated. Jace smiled a dazed looked in his eyes. Their lips connected in a slow heated kiss. "always and forever." Jace promised.

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luffyrose · 1 year

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Dc x Dp Blurb #3

It's late, I'm tired and on my phone so it's weird writing here but I must share this one instantly.

So, I saw a Trans Danny AND Trans Jazz thing earlier and I lost it. The idea that they both are is so good to me, and I have so much angst for it.

Just, neither of their parents even REMEMBER that they're trans. Like Danny's their son, Jazz is their daughter....but only because they know they have one daughter one son and clearly that was correct, not because they remember they're both trans. Acceptance through negligence basically.

Also side note but totally an au where the kids at school know and are like "Hell yeah you go!" About the trans stuff. Dash will push Danny into a locker but if he hears someone deadname his nerd friend he's taking a note from the ghosts and breaking shit.

Now the crossover aspect that's been invading my brain. Danny is visiting Gotham temporarily for something and is just like not hiding that he's trans, he's got a lol pin of the flag on his bag. Class trip with the Fentons being some of the supervisors, they came along to see if Batman was a ghost, and Danny us just very tired at this point. He's king of the realms, come to a midpoint with his 'rogues' after realizing it was more a ghost thing than a hate thing for 99% of them, and finally become friends with most of his class even if Dash still liked to mess with him.

Walking through the museum they're touring with Lancer, and a class from the local high school, Danny ends up near the edge of his classmates group next to the other school group. They're not avoiding one another but also not really talking, but this one kid just goes, "nice flag pin," before showing off the bisexual and polyamorous ones they have.

It's Tim. Because he saw the flag and went :O friend time. And also no one he talked to was with the group he was in, so he'd rather talk to this stranger who probably won't treat him differently since he doesn't know him.

The two talk as they are going, some of the other Casper high students chiming in since hey if a kid is nice to their weirdest classmate they're pretty okay in the books. (50/50 if the class know Danny is Phantom but they totally know he's different from all the osha violations in his house and most of them are so worried after really paying attention after they became friends).

Randomly Jack and Maddie come out of nowhere and grab Danny talking about something to do with ghosts, much to the apparent tiredness and even slight distaste on their kid's face, which they didn't even notice. Tim is unsure what is happening but seeing the dislike on the whole class's faces and some worried looks Danny got he's now wanting to go all detective on him because hey Danny's fun to talk to! Totally not because he's very very gay-

So after they leave, he causally tries to learn more about the two and why the class seemed to hate them, even why Danny himself didn't seem to want to be anywhere near his parents. Of course he tries to be subtle.

"So you're parents seem pretty accepting of you being trans, that's good!"

Maybe not so subtle, in his defense, he hasn't slept recently. Danny tried to smile at it though but completely failed, just giving up and slouching as he shrugged.

"More like they don't even remember."

So now Tim is concerned and confused, but much to his luck, the tour is over and the Casper students are leaving. He's worried about his new friend, even if they exchanged numbers, so he goes down a rabbit hole. Not only does he find suspicious stuff about this small town that was heavily deleted from many things, but he finds that Danny has a sibling. It's evident to him they're also trans from the few pictures before and after but the sibling's name isn't anywhere to be seen so he tries to dig deeper.

He pauses before going further down though to respond to some of Danny's messages. But his sleep deprived brain decided 'let's just ask'. So he asks a bit of questions about Danny. Like what's his town like? Any other family? Are they fine with you being trans, because he'll totally beat anyone who's not, etc. Danny answers them and in turn asks about the Waynes, mainly because Danny is not entirely convinced Bruce himself isn't weird like Vlad, but he does acknowledge that he's at least not evil.

Eventually Danny offhandedly mentions Jazz is trans to, and Tim being the detective he is is like "huh..." and asks if his parents were accepting of Jazz too. It's a while before he responds but Danny just says;

"They don't remember we are trans...so no problems or anything with it..."

Tim doesn't get the chance to say anything about it as Danny asks about something about him being poly and what his dad and siblings thought. Of course he replied but his mind was also reeling from the fact that Danny's parents literally don't pay attention to their kids enough to not realize both kids are trans.

They keep in touch and Tim puts investigating on the back burner some since while kinds neglectful they seem to be decent enough parents.

He regrets that though as Danny doesn't message him for nearly a month. It worries him enough to put that investigation back to the forefront. Of course he finds osha violation city in the Fenton's house, as well as the actual paranormal activity happening. What concerns him the most is that apparently the town hero, a ghost boy, is missing...from around the same time Danny stopped messaging.

It's a week into trying to find Danny that he gets a message from his number, except it's not Danny. It's Jazz. She asks Tim if Danny had gone to him, she was trying everyone since no one knew where he was. This sparks a big ol search.

Danny meanwhile ended up with a hero (any but Clark or Bats cuz we want some rarer family dynamic, the good juice) after crash landing, most literally, right by em. The hero, I'm thinking Hal or Barry idk, is too busy trying to help this random powerful teenager who was bleeding way too too much to not have some regeneration ability.

After some drama of trying to find Danny, and Jazz, Tucker, Sam, and Tim knowing identities(Danny's included) because Tucker accidentally hacked around and found out, hero parent of Danny shows up with said boy closely in tow to a meeting after their surprise break from league work and Tim just jumps up and doesn't even remember that Danny doesn't know his identity.

Danny panics initially but quickly realizes it's Tim and finally gets back in contact with Jazz and all of his friends/classmates who had most definitely stormed a GIW lab in his absence. The league is confused and it's a whole mess before Danny trauma dumps on em and Tim as RR just admits this all started because he saw the trans pin.

My brain is rambling too much for this now, but basically lotta trauma, the league appalled and Danny getting a good family after everything is settled. His classmates so visit him and Tim, Kon, and him date because I feel like Danny would meet him, learn he's a clone (after being very gay for a moment) and just be like "heck yeah, my younger sister is a clone" which also caused more panic but like gay trio.

I'm gonna go sleep now, enjoy the angst and randomness this blurb is-

Remember these are free to take and do whatever you please with them, it's just random ideas/thoughts that I have but don't plan to do anything with for the foreseeable future!

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc comics #ghost king danny #dc #dcmultiverse #tim drake #dash baxter #jazz fenton #jasmine fenton #I just think that their parents not remembering because they still have one son one daughter and not realizing it swapped is so angsty #like #that's almost worse than them not accepting because hey #they just don't care enough to even notice nor remember #they use the right names and pronouns sure but only because they already sometimes forget their kids names when they've been focused #tim is horrified by this #and he hyper focuses on stuff so he KNOWS you can still pay attention to others #it's like a bare minimum and they still failed it so he's baffled #then Danny goes missing #and Tim is like “welp- fuck” and chaos ensued #meanwhile Danny was crying in a blanket with a cup of hot coco with his resident new parent rubbing his back #it's the spiderman meme when Danny shows up with hero #and the whole halfa thing was already a mess to explain #so he just trauma dumped instead if explaining it to the league #didn't help much but hey at least they couldn't all adopt him #tim and kon dating him was just a lil spice and happy to the idea #also the class being chill with danny was some good spice #cuz I love dash having standards and just befriending danny after a bit because it was just teenage angst things

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Remember the old looney tune cartoons, the one with the frog that would suddenly start dancing and singing 'hello my baby' with a top hat and cane.

This but with plushi bunny Danny fucking around with a very sleep deprived Tim.

On that note of top hats and canes, Danny suddenly gaining a new wardrobe thanks to the rest of the family trying to encourage Damian with his new toy.

Including Bruce, but instead of Batman's cape, its the Gray Ghost outfit and Danny loves it because of course, it on theme...

“Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal, send me a kiss by wirrre!” First heard this song from Ninjago. I only now know of this song origin, I knew that Ninjago was referencing something but now I know where it’s from :)

Now I’m thinking about Tim being like, “omg the bunny’s signing that one song from Ninjago-it’s gotta be sign!” And then when he wakes up the next morning he looks at his notes and it just says “Ninjago robot man song.” Tim has no idea what this means.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dpxdc #stuffed bunny au #revenant prompted #anon ask

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Bruce is Not Here Right Now, Leave a Message?

Fandom: DC Comics

Ship: Clark/Bruce

Warnings: Mentions/hints of suggestive acts

Summary: Clark will never get sick of seeing the juxtaposition between Bruce and Brucie. It's almost impossible to think that his sleep deprived, coffee addicted, moody boyfriend can go to a playboy flirt in only an hour's time. Day five of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: disguises!

“Your ass looks great in those pants,” Bruce whispers under his breath, watching Clark’s cheeks turn pink across the room. The reporter turns away from his conversation for a moment to send him a disapproving look.

“Mr. Wayne,” a voice from Bruce’s left calls, he turns his head quickly, charming playboy smile on his face.

“Why hello,” Bruce says, voice gravelly, “I’m glad you could make it to the gala, Niecy. These galas could always use some more fresh, talented reporters.”

Niecy’s cheeks turn a dusty pink, and she reaches her hand out to shake Bruce’s. “Thank you for the invite, Mr. Wayne. What’s Going in Gotham hasn’t gotten many invitations so far, it can be pretty difficult for new websites these days.” Her smile twists into something playfully sinister, her eyes darting to something behind Bruce. “Speaking of the news, the word on the beat has been that you, Mr. Wayne,” she points a wobbly finger at him, and Bruce takes note that she had been enjoying the free champagne, “have been dating one of us.” She ends with another unstable point towards herself, looking pleased.

Bruce laughs, not his natural one, but the one he adopted for the moments when he had to be Brucie instead of just Bruce. “Now Niecy,” he starts, lowering his voice, “what do you mean by that?”

“Reporters talk, you know, and some of them have mentioned seeing you with a certain blue-eyed star as of late.” Niecy tips her head down a little, looking up at Bruce from above her glasses.

“I’ve been seen around with a blue-eyed hunk?” Bruce asks, perking up, “which one?” He winks in her direction, and she looks away to avoid another blush.

“So you’re saying there’s more than just Clark Kent?” Niecy asks, cutting straight to the chase.

“Oh Bruce and I?” A new voice asks, Clark throwing his arm around Bruce’s shoulder. “We’re just great friends, I don’t know if I could be with such a heartbreaker.”

Bruce laughs, nodding his head along with Clark. He makes a show of leaning upwards– he’d say later that he barely even had to adjust his height, claim that he’s just as tall as Clark– and placing a loud kiss on Clark’s cheek. “I’m not sure Mr. Southern Hospitality would like the limelight so much.”

Bruce leans forward, not jostling Clark’s arms too much, but making sure he can stage-whisper to Niecy, “That’s not to say I wouldn’t, though.”

Niecy laughs at the spectacle, her eyes showing that she is intent to learn more, somewhat disbelieving of the two men in front of her. “Never say never, Mr. Wayne,” she says with a wink. Her eyes follow a tray of champagne as it passes them, and she has to play it casual for a second, looking around the room, “well, I’ve got to go, but it was nice to get acquainted with the two of you. Thank you again for the invitation, Mr. Wayne.”

Niecy leaves to not-so-subtly trail the waiter with the champaign, and Clark and Bruce watch as her face lights up when another waiter passes with hors d’œrves.

“That was,” Bruce begins before being cut off by Clark.

“The funniest thing I’ve seen in weeks,” Clark says, grinning smugly at Bruce.

“Shut up, Clark,” Bruce sighs, looking across the room. Dick and Tim are chatting with some investors, Jason had once explained that Dick plays the part of the charmer and Tim plays the part of the genius: either way, Bruce knows that it always works. Damian is surrounded by a group of adults– one of them being Selina, of course, who makes sure things are alright when Bruce is playing Brucie– all of them looking incredibly impressed with him. Jason was not in attendance of course, because he is legally dead, and Steph, Cass, and Duke had decided to stay with him and have a movie night.

When Bruce has finished his quick survey of the room, a silly headcount like he’s some counselor at a daycamp for toddlers, he leans in closer to Clark, lips nearly brushing his ear, “want to get out of here?”

Clark’s face heats up, Bruce can feel his body heat radiating off, and the reporter is nodding rapidly, eyes wide.

“Meet me in the bedroom in ten minutes,” Bruce whispers, and then he’s off, grabbing a champagne glass as he effortlessly passes through the sea of guests, saying hello to all that he passes, stopping to say some quick words with others. Clark knows he should look away, given what Niecy had just said to Bruce, he probably shouldn’t be watching the billionaire’s ass as he saunters out of the ballroom… or at least not so obviously.

When Clark makes it upstairs, having been practically vibrating with excitement the entire time, Bruce is just in his boxers. Clark knew he would be, in part because he knows his boyfriend, but also because he couldn’t stop himself from listening, but with how slowly Bruce had undressed, Clark knew that Bruce had known.

Clark shuts the door and quickly crowds Bruce on the bed, pinning him down. He strokes his hands up Bruce’s forearms down to his wrists, just holding them with a loose grip. He leans in for a kiss, murmuring something against Bruce’s lips about having to wait through the entire gala.

He eventually pulls away so Bruce can catch his breath, smiling down at him. His cheeks are red and his hair is a mess, his eyes closed as he hums in appreciation.

Clark moves his hands up quickly from Bruce’s wrists to his tummy, fingers scratching in circles and webbing out to tickle every part he can at once. Bruce snorts, throwing his head back with laughter. He protests, kicking his legs out, begging his boyfriend to stop.

“Stop so soon? I’ve been hearing Brucie laugh all night, I think it’s time to hear Bruce, too.”

#superbat #hell yeah #bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #superman #ticklish!bruce #ler!clark kent #dc #dc comics #miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober #tickletober 2023

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Vigilant Coffee

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15-Batburger

“God, I’m starving,” Steph said as she laid back on the rooftop ledge. “What’s open this late?”

Dick sighed as he pushed himself up to walk over to her. “Batburger might be, and I could go for some fries.”

Jason piped up. “Fries sounds good, not gonna lie.”

“Who’s buying?” Tim asked, jumping down from a rooftop nearby.

Jason instantly touched his helmet where his nose would be, declaring himself not it. Stephanie was quick to follow, and soon after it was Tim who stated that he wouldn’t pay. Dick, disappointedly, said he would just cover the bill.

“Fuck it, let’s do it,” Jason was already hopping off the rooftop. The rest followed, yelling in almost unison thanks to their eldest brother who was less than impressed with them.

Batburger couldn’t compare to the golden arch shithole down the street as the fast-food restaurant stood there in all its blue neon-light glory. Between the greasy fries that tasted like fatty heaven and the burger that was more than often cooked to perfection, Batburger was the haven to all Gotham vigilantes. On the window, the open sign flickered in red light, letting everyone know that they were in want of money deep into the night.

Tim was first to enter, declaring that he wanted a cheeseburger with a large fry along with a milkshake. The guy at the counter, who didn’t seem in the least phased by Red Robin standing in front of him, typed in the order. The others soon followed along with their orders and the cashier took them all with ease. It hadn’t been the first time the guy had been ambushed with orders by them, and he doubted it would be the last.

“Hey, look who it is,” Jason said to the rest of them in a low voice. He nodded over to the booth on the far side of the restaurant to see you sitting there in the middle of shoving a cheeseburger in your mouth.

You had noticed them when Nightwing cautiously called your name, and you nearly choked on your food. It took you a second to recover, trying to appear unbothered despite having a near-death experience.

Nightwing strode over to you first, as confident as ever in his steps, before lazily laying himself against the side of the booth. He smiled as he said, “It’s weird to see you outside of the coffee shop.”

You were quick to respond with, “Looks like we both got lives outside the uniform.”

He laughed. “You here all by your lonesome?”

You nodded, poking at your fries as he then went on about how he was paying for everyone, trying to sound as dramatic as he could. It wasn’t until Spoiler was walking toward the two of you that he stopped talking.

“He botherin’ you,” Red Hood asked as he handed Nightwing a milkshake.

“No,” You said tiredly. It had been a long day, and, despite your affection for all of them, you rather not be reminded of work. “He was just telling me about his day.”

“Hm,” Was all Red Hood said before nodding his head at Nightwing, letting him know wordlessly that it was time to go. After some shared, and tired, goodbyes they finally left. You let out a sigh of relief because any longer and you would have gotten a little mean as a result of the sleep deprivation you had been suffering through.

You wondered for a second what they did during the night, thinking of what life was like for them before quickly deciding that it would be too much to dwell on. After throwing away your trash, you started to tell the guy at the counter to have a good night.

“Hey, hold on,” He said. Curious, you waited and watched as disappeared into the back only to appear with a bag of food and a note. “They told me to give you this before they left. On them, of course.”

Taking the bag, you looked at the note, smiling.

Have a better day! We love you, barista friend!

Your bat-friends

Staring down at the note you felt a bit guilty for thinking of them as nothing but an extension of work. They were people who had been good to you一No, they were friendly toward you. Treating you as if they had known you for years. Suddenly, you had forgotten the hard work day leaving the restaurant smiling.

#jason todd #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake #red hood #nightwing #spoiler #red robin #dc batman #batfam #batfamily shenanigans #batfamily x reader #batfam imagine #batman #batfamily and reader #Vigilant Coffee

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7 | the heroes of Paris

Part 7 of Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Dead | Masterlist

Something was different about Adrien now, something that was telling Tim that he wouldn't be as generous as the last time. If he really wanted to find the truth about Marinette's death, he thought, he wouldn't have kept things from us. He had a hunch on why Adrien called off the investigation, but he needed to confirm it first.

"You wanted to see the box?" Adrien slipped his hands into his pockets. "Be my guest."

"You're letting us look just like that?" Tim stood up and headed for the dusty memento on the shelf.

"If Marinette were alive today, she wouldn't deny you the chance."

Does he know what we know? Tim wondered. No . . . he knows. He definitely knows. Adrien was observing them carefully, as if they were his prey. He didn't even try to mask it under some kind of warmth—he knew he had all the answers they needed.

Okay, now I kind of don't want to open it, thought Tim. But Jason went ahead of him, opening up the lid to reveal spools of yarn arranged into a spectrum. The pink box looked pretty mundane until Tim caught sight of a string peeking out from the side. With a pull, everything unfolded to reveal a secret compartment.

Tim slowly picked up one small figurine from inside: a small wand with a golden star on top. The knick knacks inside seemed to have two categories, ones that looked like everyday objects and ones that were painted red with black spots.

Jason picked up a piece that looked like a power strip, but with the Ladybug pattern on it. "What are these?"

"Some kind of mementos of akuma attacks." It just dawned on Tim. "Half of these are the akumatized objects, and half are the lucky charms Ladybug used."

His sleep-deprived self had seen files on these a couple years ago, when the situation in Paris had been revealed to the world. There was a figure of Alix Kubdel's rollerblades, which led to her akumatization to 'Timebreaker', and a patterned traffic cone, which Ladybug had summoned as her charm for the fight. Even a replica of the Bee Miraculous was there, which contained Chloe Bourgeois' akuma when she was Queen Wasp. Almost every object was in that box, each one extremely detailed in its crafting.

Almost like the one who made this had seen the objects up close . . .

Tim noticed something else buried under the mementos—he picked up a hardbound book of sorts, pink with no words on the cover. They opened it up to find nothing but photos inside, ones taken from a certain perspective, depicting views that Tim was quite familiar with from his vigilante life. There were photos taken from rooftops, ones looking down from the top of the Eiffel, many of Chat Noir up close, even a couple that seemed like they were taken from outer space. Obviously, the photos wouldn't be easy to take without the possession of some kind of power. After flipping through, there was a wax-sealed envelope attached to the last page, along with a pressed red rose.

Tim glanced at Adrien. That just about confirms it, he decided.

They returned the box back to its original state. A heavy feeling settled on Tim.

"Will you hear me out a second time?" Adrien asked.

Tim nodded. "Of course."

The second talk with Adrien was a far cry from the first. The air was thick, and the dark clouds outside cloaked the room in gray.

"As you've found out . . . Marinette was Ladybug," Adrien began. "She was the beacon of hope in Paris. She was the one person who could never be akumatized under all circumstances. But she was too young when she was entrusted with a power she couldn't even understand back then. In fact, in her first battle as Ladybug, she almost passed on the Miraculous to someone else because she just didn't have enough confidence in herself."

A young hero, Tim swallowed down the lump in his throat. But unlike us, it wasn't entirely her choice.

Adrien's shoulders sagged. "So on top of her responsibilities, she had that burden to carry. She could never tell her parents or friends, because associating with a Miraculous was like putting a target on your back. She was victimized by Lila, but she could never let her emotions out because Hawkmoth might put her under his control at any time."

He laughed a little. "To this day, I still can't understand how she did it. Akumas would come to her, but she'll just close her eyes and they'll fly away. The things Lila did put her close to tears, but she just wiped them away and continued with her day like nothing happened. Sometimes Hawkmoth came close to winning, but she'd take just a couple minutes to pick herself back up and think of another way to defeat him."

The diary. Tim's thoughts flashed to the entries he read. Putting into the missing context, the words became heavier, deeper. A pit slowly formed in his stomach, coaxing out a feeling of nausea. She was so young, and yet she carried all that with her. No wonder she wrote like a traumatized fighter—she had seen too much.

He recalled helping Bruce analyze the akuma attacks recorded in Paris' history with Hawkmoth. There were a handful that even destroyed the world, others opening up destructive alternate timelines. She lived through it all. She saved everything but had to suffer through those memories . . . oh god. If Bruce were to find out, he'd be devastated—the world's betrayal of Paris left everything at the hands of one girl.

Looking at Jason, Tim could see that he was pale-faced as well. If only we found out earlier. If only we could've done something . . .

"Why did you call off the investigation then?" Jason finally spoke. "What about justice for Marinette's death?"

But Tim replied instead: "No, it's exactly for Marinette's sake when he did that." He looked at Adrien. "You're Chat Noir, aren't you? You knew all about Marinette's identity, and you had to stop the investigation to keep the police from finding out."

Adrien cracked a smile. "As much as I want to find answers to her death, I can't let her secret be revealed to those who shouldn't know it. It's the one thing I can do for her, to protect her and the Miraculous."

"So when Ladybug also disappeared . . ."

"It was because Marinette chose to, and then she died."

"Then isn't it Hawkmoth who killed her?" Tim pressed on. "It's a direct motive."

Adrien shook his head. "It can't be Hawkmoth . . . Hawkmoth is dead."

Jason's jaw dropped. ". . . What?"

"It was in our final battle with him," Adrien recounted, fiddling with his thumbs. "He successfully took my Miraculous, the ring, and a couple other ones from the box but his body gave in under the strain from using multiple Miraculi at once."

There was a harsh contempt in his voice, deep bitterness seeping out. "Hawkmoth was a despicable man. He became addicted to the power of the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculi, and then to the promised power of the Ladybug and Black Cat combined. What he wanted was to rewrite reality to bring his wife back and he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of anyone's negative emotions just to make them disposable pawns."

Adrien's jaw clenched. "He didn't even care about what his son felt the whole time."

It all clicked in Tim's head. "Hawkmoth was . . ."

"My father," Adrien confirmed. "Gabriel Agreste."

It fits . . . Gabriel Agreste's death was announced around the time of the supposed 'final battle'. It was never publicly announced what the cause of death was.

The model heaved out a sigh. "Marinette and I actually argued over what to do afterwards. She didn't want to expose him as Hawkmoth and said that his death was his repayment. I thought that was too light of a punishment for him, nevermind that he was my father. We faced backlash when we announced our decision. The people of Paris wanted to condemn him but . . . there was no one to condemn anymore. Because of that, Marinette was convinced that I would be the one receiving hate if we revealed his identity, and anyone affiliated with Father's brand even if they were innocent."

"But to be honest, I wouldn't mind being hated." His gaze lowered. "All those people who suffered because of him deserve the truth. But Marinette was more stubborn."

It was a conflicting situation, Tim agreed that Gabriel Agreste went away too easily.

"If Hawkmoth's dead, then what happened to Marinette?" asked Tim. "Is there anyone else who has a vendetta against her?"

Jason answered, "That just leaves Lilia Ross."

"Alibi, remember?"

"Outside help."

Tim huffed out. "So we're back to square one." He turned back to Adrien. "Is there anyone else who knows about Marinette's identity?"

"There was one, but she passed away from old age before Marinette's death and Hawkmoth's defeat."

Tim leaned back. They had two ways to look at it—either Marinette's death was linked to her identity as Ladybug or her civilian persona was targeted instead.

"What about the box? What's in the envelope?" Jason pointed out, gesturing to the shelf behind them.

"It's related to our responsibilities as holders, so I can't tell you about it. I've actually told you more than you should know," Adrien replied, "But I assure you, it has nothing to do with her death."

"You won't tell us about it, but you trust us with your identities?" Jason cocked an eyebrow.

A cryptic smile stretched on the Parisian's face, one that looked unsettling on him. "It's because I trust that you vigilantes would know the importance of a secret identity."

Tim stiffened. He figured us out in more ways than one. "You know?"

"I wouldn't be giving you so much information if you were just strangers." He shrugged. "I may be retired, but I still have magic after all. I understand that you have the capabilities to look into this so I'm helping you as much as I can."

It was a delicate balancing game. They had a hold of Adrien and Marinette's identities, while Adrien potentially held the truth to the whole family's. Bruce is going to kill us when we get home, Tim shivered slightly.

"I'm not blackmailing you or anything—please think of it as a safety precaution," Adrien clarified, "You can still ask more questions and I'll try to answer them."

"Fine," Tim conceded. They had just learned more of the truth in exchange for their identities . . . maybe it was worth it. "As Miraculous holders, you have those creatures—your 'kwamis', right?"

"Yes."

"Was Marinette's kwami not with her that day?"

"Marinette stopped wearing her earrings after Hawkmoth's defeat."

Jason took his turn. "Is it true that Marinette, Ladybug, was the Guardian of the Miraculous?"

Adrien paused for a moment before saying, "Yes, she was Guardian at that time."

"Who's the Guardian now?"

"Ah, that's confidential."

Tim frowned. No, this won't work. We need every detail we can work with to solve the mystery. Is there anything we can do to make him talk?

"Is there a chance someone found Marinette out after the last battle?"

"I think it's unlikely—she was always careful about her identity. If someone did, then she didn't tell me."

Tim thought back to the small knitted pouch. "There was a drawing of that box inside a pouch that Marinette gave to Luka Couffaine. Did he know anything about her identity?"

Adrien shrugged. "It's not much of a clue without proper context, and as far as I know both Luka and Kagami don't know."

With so many secrets and so many factors, plus the involvement of magic, Tim could only sense the case getting more complicated. They needed the full dynamics of how Miraculi worked, and not just bits and pieces that concealed the whole picture.

"There's one more thing we want to ask," said Tim, "Felix Fathom. Was he tied in any way to this case?"

Taglist: @hammalammadamdam @toodaloo-kangaroo@missmadwoman@afanofmanyships@atomicherringpersonjudge-blog@wheredostarsgowhenyoudie

#maribat fanfic #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat #maribat fic #character death #major character death #angst #MDC is Dead #dc x miraculous #tw mentions of suicide #tw mention of death #maribat mystery

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Can I Have This Dance?

Merry belated Chrysler and a very happy New Year to everyone! As a special little gift to @quillsareswords for our Christmas Fic Exchange. I was your secret Santa :D May I present to you, a jolly little holiday fluff! Hope you like it.

also, feel free to check out the other amazing writers posting for this fic exchange :) @glorified-red @quillsareswords @zombybird @citrinesparkles

Pairing: Damian Wayne (aged up) x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Nothing really, I suppose bad grammar might be one:,D

Please like, reblog and comment, I literally love hearing from you! :) And if I make a mistake (which I probably did because yo girl is sleep deprived yeet) please drop it in the comments and I'll fix it asap. Live y'all!

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It was the week after Christmas and The Wayne family were all scattered around the country for their post-holiday-pre-new year’s tasks. Bruce was out on a business trip, Dick, Jason, Duke, and Tim were on vacation with their significant others, Alfred was making use of his spa resort gift card, and Barbara, Cass and Stephanie took a girl’s trip in Star City. That left you and your boyfriend, Damian, alone in Gotham. Don’t get me wrong, you were more than happy to be there. In fact, the two of you volunteered to stay back and take some time to recover from your semester finals. You were looking forward to staying with the Waynes and getting to see your family friends again.

Everyone was expected back by the 29th. One small problem: this was Gotham city; the land of unforeseen setbacks and a blizzard had snowed in all the runways at the airport.

Each member of the family was panicking at a different airport and it might have even been a little funny to watch it go down if you didn’t need everyone back for the New Year’s Party in 2 days. If they couldn’t get here before the 31st, which they couldn’t, you and Damian were going to have to decorate alone.

After getting off the phone with everyone you broke it down. You could spend today finding a catering service that could make it in this weather and fishing through the storerooms for decorations. And in Wayne Manor, that was a task. The storeroom was easily the size of a basketball court. Bless Alfred and his color-coded shelves.

On the 31st morning, the last of the preparations were being sorted. The food was tucked away in the industrial freezers and navy-blue carpet was laid out at every entrance, adorned with gold confetti-filled balloons. As you and Damian sat alone on the ballroom floor, untangling the last sets of string lights, you fully realized just how exhausted you were. After your finals, your days were a blur of packing, traveling, and trying to stay awake through every Christmas celebration you agreed (and regretted agreeing) to going to. You never truly had moment to enjoy your time with the family or even the one person you really wanted to be with: Damian. He must have seen you getting into your thoughts and pulled you out with some song suggestions.

“Okay, then, what’s your favorite slow song?”, he asked.

“I don’t even think I have one.”, you replied.

“There’s no way.”

“Of course, there is!”

“You don’t even have one slow song you love? Like a song you thought you’d play at your wedding or dance to with your prom date.” You silently nodded.

“I guess I never thought about it, and I didn’t really dance with anyone like that at prom.”

“You’ve…never slow danced?”

“Nope.” Damian almost seemed like he wanted to say something but decided against it at the last second. “What?”

“Nothing. I’ll be right back.” While waiting on him, you hung the set of lights and looked around the room proudly. Twinkling stars strung with lights from pillar to pillar, reflecting light off the marble floors and satin tablecloths. Not bad. Not bad at all.

You began turning on your heel to go find your boyfriend when you stopped in place, heart melting at what you saw. Damian was kneeling in the doorway with a handful of roses, wearing cheeky grin. “Y/N L/N, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to tonight’s ball?”

“Damian, what are you doing?” There was no one around and no reason to be embarrassed, but you still felt your face heat up.

“At the moment, I’m hoping you’ll say yes so I can show you a magical evening, and slow dance with me.”

As shy as you felt, you couldn’t hold back a smile at what he said. Here was your boyfriend of 5 months, in a relationship well past the stage for formalities, down on one knee with flowers, asking you to a dance like a couple of high school sweethearts.

“Of course, I would love to.” You said softly. With that, you headed upstairs your get ready.

You chose a silky green gown that flared at the waist and paired it with a few simple pieces of golden jewelry. After styling your hair into some soft waves, you reached for your shoes and the tv remote. There was still time until guests would start arriving but if you flipped to some entertainment channel you were sure you would find some station covering the press and for the Wayne Gala. You were barely paying attention to the channels when you heard it.

“…the winds are only getting stronger, and roads are iced over, folks. Gotham city is now on snowstorm watch. We advise all citizens to stay home and stay warm.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. That’s when the landline started to ring back-to-back. The guests were sending their apologies and regrets for not being able to attend. You obviously understood, but you felt your heart sink a little. You had put in so much work for it all to go down the drain. Just then, you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Damian walked in looking just as disappointed as you. He must have heard the news too.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetie.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. As far as I know, you can’t control the weather….or is that another secret you’re hiding from me?”, you joked.

“Yeah, I can control the weather and I choose to swing around the Gotham skies in -30 degrees at night. Great use of my secret superpower, don’t you think?” You two shared a laugh before getting Barbara’s call.

“Hey, you two. I’m so sorry, we just heard about the city shutting down.”, she said.

“Hey, Babs. It’s alright, are you still in the airport?”

“Well, we’re at an airport…”

“Who’s we?”, Damian asked. Barbara flipped the camera to face the whole Wayne family bundled up in scarves, huddled around their suitcases on the floor of some airport gate.

“All our flights got grounded in Metropolis. I’m sorry guy I don’t think we’re making it home tonight either.”

“Aww, well that’s okay. Just please stay warm and safe, okay?”

“You too. Bye.”

“Bye.” Damian turned to you with a look of sympathy.

“Well, I guess it all off then.” You whispered, kicking of the heels you barely finished putting on. “We should just go change into pj’s I guess.”

“We don’t have to.”

“Dami, no one else will be there. What’s the point of having a party alone?”

“We don’t need anyone else, the only person I really wanted to dance with will be there. That is, if she still agrees to accompany me tonight.” You looked at him, his eyes pleading with you. “We can play Axel F.”, he added, drawing a giggle from you. If nothing else, the two of you should get to enjoy the work you put into the place.

On the dance floor, Damian plugged his phone into the stereo system. He offered you his hand to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect.

The first few steps you took were slower than usual. He took you through an almost-waltz, twirling you around and sauntering across the room one step at a time. His hand never leaving yours. You wondered why you had never done this before. It was so much fun. Then again, maybe that had more to with your dancing partner than the dance itself.

You air-guitared and headbanged like rockstars, goofed around through a playlist on shuffle, and then box-stepped again to a Backstreet Boys song you would not stop making fun of him for.

“It’s a good song!”

“Whatever, babe, just remember you can never make fun of me for listening to Nickelback ever again.” Pulling in you in close enough to feel his breath on your skin, he said,

“The backstreet boys are infinitely better than Nickelback.”

“You wish.”

“I’m right and you know it.” That’s when the next song played, and it took you both pleasantly by surprise. Can I Have this Dance from High School Musical 3.

“I haven’t heard this song in ages.”

“Me neither. Wasn’t this one of your favorite movies?”

“Yeah, it was. I so wanted to be the main character in this. She was teaching Zac Efron how to waltz. That was probably the epitome of romance to me when I was younger.”

“Well, I’m no Zac Efron, but like the song says, can I have dance this dance?” taking his hand one more time, you took to the floor holding him even closer as if you didn’t want be away from him for even second. A little before the song came to close, you spotted the grandfather clock at the top of the staircase striking 11:59.

“Damian?”

“Yes, love?”

“Happy new year.” He turned towards the clock, seeing the seconds hand only a fourth of a rotation away from the new year. Smiling, he places his hand on your cheek.

“Happy, New year, Y/N.” and as the bell rang for midnight, he placed his lips on your and everything felt like heaven. Pulling him further into your embrace, you deepened the kiss. When you pulled away you said what he was thinking.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Not even a minute later, the doors to ballroom swung open and roughly 10 people scampered in, tracking snow. It was every member of the family and…Superman?

“It’s nice to finally see you, Happy New Year!” Duke exclaimed. When Damian wordlessly motioned to Superman in the corner, Dick answered,

“If anyone asks, we did not have superman fly us all to Gotham city in a broken-down school bus and there is not a school bus in our backyard. Don’t check.”

“Okay….” You wish you were surprised.

“Nice to have the family back together again.” Damian said squeezing your hand.

“Yeah, it really is.”

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