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Why I love Pre-Boot Tim Drake and why the Reboot has ruined him

I love Tim Drake. He is my favorite comic book character of all time. I’ve been really upset the past few days about what DC has been doing with him lately, and I thought it would be cathartic for me to write something up about it. (No, this isn’t a rant about Tim being bi/gay; it’s a much larger problem than that. But I’ll get to that in a bit.) Bear with me for a bit of history, first.

When I was a kid I loved the Batman Animated Series. I know this will lose me a lot of internet cred, but I always preferred the fourth season. In particular, I loved Tim Drake. He was fun and funny and I absolutely adored him. I used to beg my mom to take me to the mall so I could buy issues of Gotham Adventures. For my birthday one year my parents got me a subscription to the comic, and I was blown away by the idea that I could have comics MAILED to my HOUSE.

Around middle school I started collecting Marvel comics, mostly X-men stuff. I loved them, but when I started college I quit the hobby for financial reasons.

Fast forward a few years, and I felt I was financially stable enough to start buying comics again. Rather than going back to Marvel, I decided to give Batman comics a chance. I had no idea where to start, and when I found out my beloved Tim had his own comic series, I thought it was a perfect entry point into the Batman universe. I bought the complete series from a local comic shop and dove in.

Tim’s Robin series was exactly what I was looking for in a comic. He was very different from little Timmy Todd from BtAS, but I loved him. I built the rest of my comic collection around him, grabbing up every book that he was featured in, from Young Justice to Teen Titans to Batman, Detective Comics, Nightwing, Red Robin, and many others. I have random books from series like The Demon just because Tim was in them.

So why did I like Tim so much? What about this character made me so excited for more? I found in Tim something that I had never seen in a comic book before: character growth. Somehow, though he was written by many different authors over many different years, Tim managed to have a character arc that is consistent and makes sense. Sure, there were a few small bumps along the way, but on the whole Tim has always stayed true to his character, and he’s developed in a way that the big name characters, like Batman, never can.

When we’re first introduced to Tim, he’s a young teen who has been neglected by his parents growing up. He’s smart, healthy, and strong, but he lacks so much self confidence and has little sense of self worth. Tim notices Bruce’s increasing violence as he grieves for the loss of his son, and Tim knows he needs to step in and help. Batman needs a Robin.

For most characters, this would be the part where Tim put himself forward for the job. But he doesn’t. He seeks out Dick Grayson and begs him to come home instead. It’s only when Batman and Nightwing are in danger and there is literally no one else to help that Tim steps up and dons the cape. And once he does, he’s constantly plagued by self-doubt, terrified he will screw up and leave Batman worse than ever before.

From there, Tim undergoes intense training. He never begs to be in the spotlight, doesn’t push to go out on the streets before he’s ready. His goal is to help Bruce as much as possible.

Here’s where I started to fall in love with him. All that self-doubt, the constant need to be useful? That’s exactly what you would expect to see from a child whose parents had ignored and neglected him. He finally has a parental figure who sees him, who values him, and Tim does everything he can to make himself worthy in the hopes that Bruce will keep him around.

This is the first example of character consistency that we see with Tim. And it continues. When his mom dies and his dad is put in a coma, you see Tim struggle to come to terms with losing the people he loves, but never had a relationship with. Tim almost never mentions his mom after her death, because she just wasn’t present in his life. When his dad recovers and decides to stick around, Tim struggles to build a relationship with him. He’s plagued with guilt because he’s finally found the father figure he needed in Bruce, but he thinks that he’s supposed to feel that way for Jack. It’s a running undercurrent in their relationship that creates distance between them for years.

This is already so long, so I’m going to try to summarize a bit more. We get to watch Tim grow up. We see his awkward relationship with his first girlfriend, Ariana. He doesn’t know how to treat her; he’s never had the opportunity to observe a healthy relationship. But he tries so, so hard. All of Tim’s relationships are awkward, because he’s never had a model of a good one. Steph is a great match for him, because she’s very vocal about what she wants and needs, and she isn’t afraid to call Tim out when he messes up, which is exactly what Tim needs.

Big things happen to Tim. He’s stuck with Jean-Paul Valley, who slowly goes insane, leaving Tim to try to keep the city in one piece. He’s infected with the Clench, a plague that sweeps over Gotham and kills everyone it touches, and barely escapes with his life. His girlfriend is sexually assaulted, leaving him to deal with the fallout. His family moves out of Gotham, and he has to sneak back in during No Man’s Land to help. His relationship with his dad has intense ups and downs, resulting in him being sent to boarding school, punished in a variety of ways, and generally caused a lot of trouble in his life.

Then people start dying. Over the course of about a year in his life, Tim loses his girlfriend, his dad, a close friend, and his best friend, each of whom dies under tragic conditions. Tim’s grief is intense, and he is understandably traumatized by the losses. We see fundamental changes in his character. He changes his costume from something bright and cheerful to something darker that reflects his emotional state. He’s more subdued, his adventures a little more serious.

When Bruce first tries to adopt him, Tim literally creates an uncle and hires an actor to play him, just to avoid dealing with the situation. Bruce has viewed Tim as a son for years, so to him the adoption is an obvious step. For Tim, it feels like a betrayal of his father, and it takes a while before he’s ready to accept Bruce’s love, home, and a place in his family.

When Damian shows up on the scene, Tim really struggles with him, and not just because early Damian is a horrid brat who tries to kill Tim on multiple occasions. Tim has always felt the need to earn his place with Bruce, and Damian constantly throws all of Tim’s biggest fears in his face—he’s not wanted or needed now that the “real” son is here, he’s not worthy of a place in the family, he’s not good enough.

Tim tries to clone Conner, his best friend. He’s lost so many people, and he’s desperate to get them back. Conner was cloned to begin with and fully matured over a very short period of time; the technology clearly exists, so why can’t Tim use it to get his best friend back? And if he can get Conner back, why not the others he’s lost? He eventually gives up, but when he eventually gets access to a Lazarus Pit, he immediately wants to incorporate the waters into his process so he can revive his loved ones. With Dick’s help, Tim eventually decides to let it go, but it’s such a poignant moment for the character.

Then Bruce dies, and Dick takes Robin away. Tim switches to the Red Robin persona as he travels the world, alone, trying to prove that he was right. He has to deal with the trauma of losing another father, finds out that his girlfriend never died but let him hurt so much for so long. His brother and the only close friend he has left both think his grief has overwhelmed his sense and that he’s gone crazy. He’s utterly alone.

The Red Robin series is such a great culmination for Tim. He finds a place for himself as a hero, as a CEO. He gets parts of his family back—Bruce, Steph, Bart, Conner. He finally figures out who he wants to be and creates a place for himself.

This overarching character development is what I love about Tim. His many, many traumas impact his decisions, and you can clearly see how he changes over time as a result of them. I didn’t even go into his development as a leader from his early fumbling with Young Justice to his strong leadership of the Teen Titans, or how his relationships with Conner, Bart, and Cassie develop so fluidly and realistically over the years.

This is why I love Tim. Characters like Batman are static; nothing that happens to them will ever have a lasting impact, because in the end the character always returns to what they were. Tim, on the other hand, has changed and developed A LOT since his initial appearance. His growth has always been consistent and logical.

When the reboot happened, all of that character growth was lost. Tim was replaced with a jerk who betrayed his friends and cheated on his girlfriend. DC has basically retconned all of this and tried to turn Tim back into who he was, but by taking away all of the things that have happened to him over the years, Tim has lost SO MUCH.

I keep looking for my Tim in recent comics, and I just can’t find him. It breaks my heart, because I love him so much, and it feels like he’s lost to me forever. The most recent Young Justice comic series actually gave me hope; I felt like maybe, finally, someone was going to write Tim correctly. He had his primary friendships back, his relationship with Steph was developing (even if they seem to have completely dropped all the development around Steph’s decision to let Tim think she was dead). The actual book itself wasn’t fantastic, but it felt like they were headed in the right direction.

Over the last few days, I read the Batman: Urban Legends books. I actually read the Batman/Red Hood story first, which was fantastic. I was really excited to read Tim’s story (though I already knew how it ended). Jason’s character was handled so well, and he seemed to actually have some character development that will hopefully last. I anticipated the same for Tim.

But Tim’s story was awful. The plot was all over the place—kids are being kidnapped, so Tim has to join a pain cult to get them back? He’s somehow helping Oracle with computer issues while simultaneously questioning witnesses? He’s broken up with Steph, off camera, shortly after telling her how much he loves her, but Steph somehow thinks that they should have a caring relationship where Tim tells her what he’s feeling? Bernard has somehow become a good enough fighter to stand side by side with Robin? Tim STILL doesn’t have a code name? Why is everyone suddenly hounding him about what he wants to do with his life?

It’s just such a mess of a story. If it didn’t end with Tim agreeing to go on a date with Bernard, no one would ever have even mentioned it. There’s nothing particularly re-readable or enjoyable about it.

I actually liked that they brought Bernard back. I really enjoyed him in the original Robin series. It’s been a while since I read that part of the series (I’m actually working my way back through it now). I know Bernard always read as gay to me, yet somehow I felt like he was out of character in these books.

And then, the climax of the story. Tim is bi, or gay, or has at least agreed to go on a date with a boy.

If this had happened in the pre-boot, when Tim was Red Robin and had an actual character arc, I honestly wouldn’t have had an issue with it. I do think it would have needed a LOT more build up than it was given here. Tim has always been a very introspective character, and we’ve been party to so much of his internal monologue over the years. It seems very strange to me that such a huge thing just sneaks up on him out of nowhere when he’s never even thought about it before.

But more than that, this story just feels like the final death blow for the Tim I loved. The whole arc is about how Tim doesn’t know who he is or who he wants to be. What will his hero name be? Will he go to college? What is he going to do with his life? These are all great questions, and his answer to all of them is… date a boy?

Is this going to be his defining characteristic going forward? From here will we just see Tim exploring and discovering his sexuality? The Tim we have now doesn’t have a family, a team, a purpose, or even a code name. Why was this the thing that DC decided to give us? It feels like they wanted to make a gay Robin and decided it would be Tim because they didn’t know what else to do with him.

It’s stupid, but I honestly feel like I’ve spent the past few days grieving the loss of a loved one. The Tim that DC is presenting now is just not the person that I knew. Tim would never break up with Steph that abruptly for what he admits is no apparent reason. He would never say “just call me Robin, since Damian’s out of town.” Everything that I love about Tim seems to be gone, and in its place DC has given me a date with a boy.

Again, it’s not Tim being not-straight that I have an issue with. I’ve never read the character that way, but it’s something I can live with. My issue is the way it was handled. Why not make Tim an actual person first, and then explore his sexuality? Send him off to college! He’s obviously thinking about it! It’s the perfect opportunity to give him his own book. He can move to a different city, choose a new name, and DC can introduce a whole new set of characters. Figure out which parts of Tim’s backstory are still canon, and which have been dropped. Make him a person again, and then let him explore his sexuality.

I know this post is all over the place, and I don’t have time right now to go back and edit it. I just really needed an outlet for my frustration. Right now it feels like there are so many people who are so excited about Tim being bi/gay, but they don’t know anything else about him. I keep seeing people comment how DC has been “dropping hints for years!” with no evidence other than “he and Superboy were really close!” I guess I’d just really like to have some dialogue with other people who are fans of Tim, rather than fans of Tim-as-bi/gay or fans of Tim-as-straight.

Does anyone else feel this way? I’d honestly like to have a dialogue about it with other long time fans.

#Tim Drake #Red Robin #this is a long one #pre-boot vs reboot #this formatting is a little weird #Batman: Urban Legends 6 #Batman: Urban Legends 5 #Batman: Urban Legends 4

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What’s Lost is Found - Batfamily Imagine - Part Ten

Warning - Depressive Content, Some Drug Use, Approach with Caution

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Six.Five Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Eleven

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All you knew was darkness. Time had no meaning in the dark room where you woke up. At least you thought you woke up. It was hard to tell the difference anymore.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in here. However, you did know the room was five feet by six feet or one point five meters by one point six meters. The height of the ceiling was about seven feet or two point one meters. There was one lightbulb in the ceiling, but you couldn’t find a way to turn it on. A locked door was on your right, shut tightly enough for not even a little light to slip through.

You laid down on the cobblestone floor. Pain was your constant companion. Your arm was healing incorrectly, aching. The cast Alfred had put on was gone when you came to. Your ribs were still tender, but at least they weren’t on fire like your arm.

Maybe this was hell? Nothing, but pain and darkness.

Thoughts floated to the surface of your mind. Your family must be relieved you were gone and Gotham was safe at last. A pang hit your heart when you thought about how worried Dick probably was. At least he had Kori. She would take care of him. They had a child on the way. No one needed you.

A lump formed in your throat. Jon must be pretty worried too. You swallowed hard, coughing at how dry your mouth was. He was better off without you anyway.

You couldn’t remember the last time you ate or drank. Dehydration was already setting in. You could feel it. Part of you was happy, because if you were dehydrated that meant you weren’t trapped in some kind of limbo.

Suddenly, the door flew open and bright light beamed into the room. You gasped, covering your eyes.

“Rise and shine, brat.” A man stomped in. He grabbed your broken arm and pulled you to your feet. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming in pain. Blood in your mouth. Tears filled your eyes from the pain. He grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you along after him.

Your bare feet scraped against the rough cobblestone floor. Taking a deep breath, you caught the scent of salt water. You must be near the ocean.

Suddenly, you were pushed into a chair. “Eat,” the Bane Lookalike said. You opened your eyes, squinting as your eyes finally adjusted. The room was a nicely decorated office. You were seated at a table with a bowl of oatmeal in front of you. Your stomach rumbled at the sight, mouth watering until you saw the glass of water next to it.

Without any grace at all, you grabbed at the water and downed it quickly. However, once it hit your stomach, you felt sick. Someone stuck a bucket in front of you just in time for you to lose it.

“Leave us,” the Bane Lookalike said. The man who dragged you in here left, slamming the door behind him. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve, wincing when you thought of the scolding you would have received if Alfred caught you doing that. Alfred was probably scared out of his mind for you. Guilt ate at you as you took a slower and smaller sip of water once the Bane Lookalike filled your cup.

He stared at you intensely. You drank and ate carefully, doing your best to study him without being obvious about it. It took you a good twenty minutes to finish eating. You knew you had to keep it down, so slow it was. The Bane Lookalike waited until you were done before sitting down on the chair behind the desk.

“I was going to leave you in there, niño. Let you die of dehydration.” He crossed his arms. You frowned slightly, wondering who he was to Bane. “But that doesn’t matter now. I have debts to pay and we have people who would pay a lot of money for you.”

You held back the shiver. “So that’s your plan? Make money off me?” Your voice hoarse. This was the first time you had spoken since you had been taken.

He slammed his fist on the desk. You jumped from the boom. “Yes!” He jumped to his feet. His eyes flashed as you looked into them. You tensed. Suddenly, you had a vision of Bane’s dying eyes. His death rattle echoed in your ears.

However, you were brought back to the present in an instant. The Bane Lookalike grabbed the front of your shirt, lifting you up in the air to look you straight in the eye. “You ruined my life!” He screamed in your face. His breath surprising fresh and minty. You wrinkled your nose. Bane always had bad breath. It was in his files on the batcomputer. However, this new Bane brushed his teeth.

He shook you violently, probably angered by the fact you weren’t listening to him. “I was never supposed to be here! Wearing this goddamn mask!” He used his free hand to rip off the Bane mask to reveal a young man around Damian’s age. He had Bane’s eyes, but the face was softer, his nose shorter, mouth smaller. “You shouldn’t have kill my father!”

You tensed as he threw you across the room. Remembering your training, you went limp and twisted to avoid landing badly. Your back smashed against the wall before you collapsed to the floor. The ribs, still tender, lit up in pain. You moan, staying where you were.

Why didn’t Tim just tell you the Bane Lookalike was Bane’s son? Anger flashed through you, but it was quickly replaced by fear. The Bane Lookalike’s boots appeared by your face when you opened your eyes.

One boot raised to step on your head. “I’m sorry,” you choked, tears slipping down your cheeks from the pain and the horror. You caused this. You caused so much pain. Like a bomb, you hurt everything around you with one act. One act that sealed your fate.

The boot stopped. “What did you say?” he growled, kneeling down to pick you up by the back of your shirt. You went limp to avoid more pain.

“I’m sorry.” You looked him in the eye, tears falling down your cheeks without warning. “I’m so sorry.”

The Bane Lookalike dropped you. A groan slipped out of you as you smacked against the floor. One of your ribs cracked. You coughed, sharp pain ripping through your chest.

His feet pounded on the floor. The door to the room flew open. “Drug them and locked them back in their cell!” You tensed. Drug? Oh no.

More footsteps echoed into the room. Big rough hands dragged you to your feet and tossed you back into a chair. You didn’t fight. There was no point. You couldn’t take them all on. Sharp pain rocked through your body. Every breath was more pain.

A needle poked your arm. You closed your eyes, submitting to it. This was your punishment. Payment for the life you took. The drug made the room spin. You closed your eyes to make it stop.

Reality seemed to fall away. The pain in your body faded. You felt like you were floating on air. It took a lot of effort to notice you were being carried back to your dark cell. Even when they tossed you inside, you didn’t feel the impact. The darkness surrounded you again, but this time you hardly noticed.

***

You stayed in a fog. Anytime you were close to clearing it, another needle would enter your arm and you got lost again. You found one bright spot in your drugged stupor. At least you weren’t feeling the pain anymore.

Finally, you felt yourself being carried over someone’s shoulder. The drug faded away enough for you to open your eyes. Your head hung limply, inches above the person’s backside. You turned to look around, frowning at the room.

It was bare except for a chair with a video camera in front of it. You were flipped over the person’s shoulder and set in the chair. Chain restraints were placed around your wrists and ankles. You blinked, trying to catch up with the person’s movement. Your brain was operating in slow motion.

“Be good.” The person patted your head before stepping away. You frowned. A red light appeared on the camera. You stared at it, shaking your head to try to focus.

“Bidding starts at two million.” A voice echoed from the camera. Your eyes widened. A light turned on above you, illuminating you for the camera.

Your stomach dropped to your feet. You wanted to scream, to fight, but the drug kept you still, complaisant. The chains rattled as you lifted your hand to your cheek to wipe away a single tear.

The auctioneer kept naming prices, going up higher and higher. You only heard his voice. Closing your eyes, you knew it was just you and the person who brought you here in this room. They must be broadcasting the auctioneer’s voice in. The pain started to creep back into your body.

“Sold for twenty five billion.” You flinched at the price. A cackle filled the room, tinny from the speaker it originated from. Your blood ran cold.

“I want the kiddo sooner rather than later, boys,” The Joker’s voice said. “Baby Robin needs to come back home.”

“You may pick up Robin in two days. Thank you all for your time.” The auctioneer’s voice cut out. Red light from the camera turned off. The person came over. They grabbed your arm, sticking you with another needle. Your arm was covered in needle marks. How long had it been? How many times have they drugged you?

The drug kicked in almost instantly. Your eyes closed, falling back into the fog. Pain drained away like someone pulled the plug. The chains rattled again and suddenly you were up and over the person’s shoulder again.

You couldn’t focus until you heard a voice you never thought you would hear again. “I’ll take Robin from here. The boss wants you to join him in the broadcast room.”

The person stiffened. “Really? Why?”

“Didn’t ask why.” You were handed off like a sack of potatoes. Warmth like sunshine flooded your skin as you were placed over another shoulder. You moved your hand up to touch the familiar soft hair.

The other person walked off in a huff. “(Y/N), you’re okay. I’ll get you out of here,” Jon whispered, hurrying along down the corridor. He was careful not to bounce you. You kept your fingers in his hair, trying to stay awake.

Jon shifted you to cradle you in his arms. You smiled tiredly at him, drinking in the sight of his face. Several times, you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. The drug kept pulling at you, but you fought to stay in the present.

He brought you to another room. You couldn’t pick up what it was. He laid you down on the soft surface. “We got to wait for Damian, but we’ll get you out of here soon.” Jon smiled at you brightly. Worry flashed in his eyes. “I’m so...God, don’t scare me like that again.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open. Jon frowned, cradling your cheek. You moved your arm. His eyes dropped to your arm. He gasped at the needle marks. “Oh no, (Y/N), what have they been doing to you?” You could feel his x-ray vision scanning your body. “Your arm.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. The drug pulled you into a deep dark sleep.

***

“You imbecile, you ruined the plan completely.” Someone paced nearby. “They know we’re here now, and (Y/N) is in no condition to fight.” The drug was fading again. You shivered, cold.

“I couldn’t let them put them in that cell again. Damian, (Y/N) is burning up.” A warm hand laid on your forehead. You sighed. It was Jon’s. He was always so warm.

“TT.” Jon’s hand pulled away to be replaced by Damian’s callused hand. “This is proves how stupid you are. I told you to let me do the talking, but no, you had to go out with your white, American accent. Now we’re stuck in here, and (Y/N) needs medical attention.”

Jon growled. “Stop it.” Damian’s hand pulled away. The blanket covering you was tucked securely around you.

You slowly opened your eyes. Damian sighed in relief. “Here.” He helped you sit up and pressed a canteen to your lips. You drank slowly, some dripping down your chin. Jon grinned like a puppy, rubbing your knee. “TT.” Damian pulled the canteen away and wiped your chin with his sleeve.

“How?” You coughed. Damian supported you, letting you lean back into him.

“You didn’t think we wouldn’t come after you, did you?” Jon took your hand, kissing the back of it. Damian huffed at the sight.

“But...you should be in Gotham.” You tried to look at Damian, but he pressed the canteen to your lips again.

“Gotham is fine. You are not.” Damian gestured to Jon. Jon blinked, having to drag his eyes away from you to go get something from a bag in the corner. “TT, you honestly thought we’d leave you here? Everyone is losing their minds with worry about you. I’ve never seen Grayson so upset.” Your stomach dropped at the thought.

Jon came back to you, handing Damian a bottle of pills. He shook two out and pressed them into your mouth. You took them, taking a sip of water to wash it down. Jon took your hand again, smiling dopey. The relief in his eyes hurt more than everything else.

You took in the room. It looked like an old storage closet. You were lying on a pile of blankets with Jon’s cape covering you. “Where are we?” Damian pulled away, laying you back down.

“We’re in Peña Dura.” Jon scooted closer, sharing his warmth with you. He pronounced Peña Dura incorrectly. Damian rolled his eyes behind him, going back to pacing the room. “We found out through Damian’s contacts that they took you here.” He gestured to his clothes. You wrinkled your nose when you realized he was dressed like one of Bane’s goons. Damian was in similar attire. “We snuck in and disguised ourselves until we found you.” He kissed your cheek, laying down beside you. You shivered. He slipped under his cape, pressing close. His warmth soaked into you.

“Except someone was dumb enough to let our cover be blown. Now the entire place is on high alert.” Damian glared at Jon. “Kent, no funny business.”

“I’m not going to do anything. Just trying to keep (Y/N) warm.” Jon snapped. “Geez, like we’d do anything with you standing there anyway.” Damian snorted in disgust.

You chuckled tiredly. Jon was so warm like he always was. You snuggled closer to him, colder than you ever been before. “Go back to sleep,” Jon whispered. He kissed the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You relaxed. Right before you passed out again, you noticed Damian studying you and Jon with a bewildered expression.

***

“We have to move now,” Damian snapped. He knelt down for you to climb onto his back.

“I can walk.” You pressed your hand against the wall to keep your balance.

Damian turned to glare darkly at you. “Get on my back now.” You sighed, climbing onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck. Damian stood up. Jon swung the bag over his shoulder. He studied you, adjusting one of the blankets to sit more securely on your shoulders.

“Are you sure you can handle it, Damian? I can carry (Y/N) easily.” Jon bit his lip.

“I’m fine. Just move.” Damian snarled, holding your legs tightly. Jon slipped out of the storage closet first. You buried your face into the back of Damian’s neck. He grunted, probably feeling your fever through his skin. It had only dropped slightly, but there wasn’t time left.

You shivered violently, wishing you could be strong. Your body ached for the drug. Despite that fact you wanted to stay awake, your body wanted the drug to push you into the stupor once again. Damian theorized your fever was partly infection and withdraw. You had to admit he was probably right.

Damian and Jon made their way down the corridors. You kept your eyes closed, dozing.

Damian suddenly stopped. You tensed, sensing what he did. Ironically, Jon didn’t notice until the first bullet was fired. Damian backed into a room with an open door. “Shit.”

“Language,” you said humorlessly. Damian tightened his grip on your legs.

“Quiet.” Damian glanced around the room. Jon fought out in the hallway. You heard the searing of his heat vision.

Damian set you down, leaning you against the wall. “What now?” You rocked dangerously. Damian gripped your shoulder to keep you upright.

“Let me think.” He glanced around the room. It looked like another cell with a bed in the corner and a sink on the other side. His eyes fell on the barred window. “We might have to climb.”

You frowned. “I don’t know if...” Your legs were already shaking, getting weak from standing just a few seconds. “Damian, leave me.”

Damian flinched. He spun to you, grabbing your arm roughly. “Don’t you ever say that. I am never leaving you behind.”

You stared into his eyes. There was the Damian you knew. You hadn’t ruined him after all. Suddenly, it occurred to you. “You two came on your own, didn’t you?” You sighed. “Damian, Dad always told you to think about how to get out of the situation before jumping in.”

“TT, there was no time.” Damian left you. He took a laser tool out of his pocket, cutting through the bars on the window. You stumbled to the bed, sinking onto it weakly. Everything ached. You never imagined so much pain.

Damian took off the bars and looked out the window. It was dark outside. The scent of the ocean in the air. “This might work.” He looked at you, thinking.

“What about Jon?” You jumped when a boom came from the hallway.

“He’s fine. Man of steel or so he claims.” Damian pulled the blanket from your shoulders. “I’m going to tie you to my back. We’ll climb down.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to carry me?” You shivered, watching Damian tie secure the blanket around you. Leaning against his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he tied you to him.

“TT, you always did doubt my abilities.” Damian snorted. He climbed out the window. You tightened your arms around his neck when you saw the ground far below. “Calm down.”

“Right.” You buried your face into the back of his neck. Damian freeclimbed down, using the uneven bricks of the prison to work his way down.

Bullets rang out from the window. You looked up to see men firing down at you and Damian. Damian pressed against the wall. He swore under his breath. You glanced down. The cobblestone courtyard was far below. “Damian, drop.”

Damian gasped. A bullet hit his shoulder. His blood splatted your face. He lost his grip, dropping one arm. “We’re not in any condition to survive a fall.” He groaned, trying to hold on with one hand.

“Jon will catch us. Drop now.” The blood poured down his shoulder, soaking into you. You reached for his hand with your bad arm. “Let go.”

Damian grunted. He let go. The two of you dropped fast. You wrapped your legs and arms around Damian. Taking a deep breath, you screamed.

Suddenly, the wall above you and Damian burst. Jon rocketed toward you and Damian, catching you and Damian with the blanket tying the two of you together. The blanket jerked into your ribs. You squeaked, feeling your ribs snap again. Damian just grunted. Jon set you and Damian down in the courtyard. Damian crumbled. You landed on top of him, causing him to moan.

“Sorry.” You tried to untie the blanket, but your fingers wouldn’t work right. Jon reached down to help.

“He’s losing a lot of blood.” Jon took the blanket and pressed it to Damian’s shoulder. You rolled off him. Energy drained out of you every second you tried to sit up.

“Jon, we’re going to have to surrender.” You swallowed hard at the shocked look on Jon’s face. “Come on, I can’t walk. Damian’s losing too much blood.”

“I’m fine.” Damian sat up. His face paled and he instantly passed out.

“Oh crap.” Jon patted Damian’s cheeks. “Wake up. Come on.” You tried to keep pressure on Damian’s shoulder. Black swarmed your vision. You felt the blood draining out of your face. Jon glanced over at you. “Oh no, not you too.”

You kept your eyes on Damian. “We’ll be fine. Go. Get out of here.” You waved him off. Jon froze, jaw dropped. “Go get help. Let everyone know what happened. You can come back for us.”

“No!” Jon jumped to his feet. “I can’t leave you two.” Armed guards swarmed the courtyard. Bullets fired around you. Jon stepped in front of you and Damian. Bullets bounced off him. He put up his hands. “We’re all going down together.”

You shook your head at him, too weak to argue. “Stubborn.” Guards surrounded the three of you. The Bane Lookalike appeared in front of you. You blinked at him before you felt your body give out.

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“Remember, one wrong move and we’ll blow them up.” The Bane Lookalike warned, poking Jon’s chest. Jon growled, but stayed where he was. You watched dully, running your fingers through Damian’s hair as his head rested in your lap. The explosive collar was heavy around your neck.

The Bane Lookalike glared over at you. “I can’t wait until I’m rid of you.” He slammed the cell door on his way out.

“Are you okay?” Jon asked, hurrying to your side.

You shrugged. “His pulse is weak, but he seems to be resting easy.” You kept running your fingers through Damian’s hair. Ever since you woke, you crawled to Damian’s side and stayed there.

Jon pressed his hand to your forehead. “You’re still burning up.” He grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Damian will be fine. He’s strong.”

“And I’m not?” You shook your head weakly. A lump grew in your throat. “Why couldn’t they just kill me? Let this all be over with.”

“Don’t you ever say something like that!” Jon wrapped his arm around your shoulders, sharing his heat like the radiator he always was. He kissed your cheek. “Why do you keep scaring me like this?”

You rested your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I was trying to do what was right. Trying to fix my mistake.” Jon rubbed your back. “I ruined everything by killing Bane. Everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Jon tensed slightly. “This is just a mess anyway.”

Damian moaned in his sleep. You checked his shoulder. The bandage was still holding. The bleeding finally stopped. “You know that man is Bane’s son? He hates me for killing his father and forcing him to take over. It’s the same reason Damian hates me.”

Jon’s jaw dropped. “Damian doesn’t hate you. (Y/N), he lost it when you handed yourself over. I mean everyone was shocked, upset, but Damian had to be held down by Jason and Dick to stop him from barreling right after you.” Jon swallowed hard. “Even then, he didn’t want to wait for the others to figure out a plan. He came up with this, and told me to come with him.” He glanced down at Damian. “He loves you. He just doesn’t watch his mouth and let’s his anger speak for him.”

You snorted. “It’s a good thing he can’t hear you.” You winced when you moved too sharply. “How long has it been?”

“When? Since we surrendered?” Jon eyed the collar around your neck. “A couple of hours.”

“Since I gave myself up?” You opened your eyes to look at him. “I was locked in that dark cell for a long time and I don’t know how much time passed while they drugged me.”

Jon bit his lip. “Three weeks.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “Worst three weeks of my life to be sure.”

You smiled into the kiss. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again. It hurt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.”

“I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t sleep, all I kept thinking was how I might never see you again.” Jon nuzzled your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“TT, stop it.” Damian grunted. He opened his eyes, glaring up at you and Jon. “It’s bad enough that my best friend and sibling are dating, but I don’t need it rubbed in my face.” He tried to sit up, but gasped in pain. You pushed him back down.

“You need to rest. Not much we can do right now anyway. I have a bomb around my neck.” You traced your fingers over his forehead.

Damian’s eyes widened, staring at the collar around your neck. “Shit.”

“Did Dad know how much you started swearing?” You teased halfheartedly. Damian huffed. “I missed you, Damian.”

He blinked. “I missed you too.” He closed his eyes at your touch. “I am sorry for what I said. You are not responsible for our father’s death. You didn’t ruin everything.”

Your stomach dropped. Was Damian awake earlier, listening to you and Jon? Jon tightened his arm around you. “That means a lot coming from you.” You leaned down to kiss Damian’s forehead. He grunted, blushing.

“Aww.” Jon laughed.

“Shut up, Kent.” Damian snarled weakly. “We need to come up with a plan.”

“They are going to hand (Y/N) over to the Joker. He bought them at the auction they held.” Jon whispered, tensing when they heard a bang from outside the cell.

“Joker?” Damian frowned. “But he’s dead.”

Your blood ran cold. “What?”

Damian blinked. “He committed suicide.”

“But that goes against everything he is.” You couldn’t believe your ears. Jon looked shocked too. “Are you sure it was him?”

“Yes.” Damian closed his eyes, shivering. “We found his body on patrol one night. It was a few week after Father...there were clues, Drake came with me and we found him hanging from the ceiling beam in the warehouse that created him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Does everyone else know?” You stroked his hair again, hand shaking.

Damian huffed. “You were in no condition. When it happened, you were still having your...episodes and fighting with Grayson.”

You bit your lip. Suddenly, you remembered the day that it must have happened. Damian came from patrol when you were all still at the manor. Dick and you were fighting as he wanted you to talk to him about your nightmares. Damian walked by. You tried to get his help, but he just brushed you off. The traumatized look on his face burned into your memory.

“The Joker was always obsessed with Father. It makes sense that he wouldn’t handle it when Father...” Damian trailed off, studying you. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you focused back on Damian.

“Don’t feel guilty about him. He did it himself.” Damian rolled his eyes. “Madman.”

“So then who’s the one who bought (Y/N)?” Jon whispered, silently listening the whole time. His thumb rubbed circles into your shoulder.

Damian hummed. “I don’t know.”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” You sighed, closing your eyes again and resting on Jon’s shoulder.

“No, we won’t. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not going anywhere,” Jon said firmly.

“TT, we might not have a choice.” Damian’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“I’ll stay awake to keep watch. Rest now,” Jon whispered, kissing your temple. You smiled, drifting into the blissfulness of sleep.

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The Bane Lookalike clutched at the back of your shirt, dragging you out into the courtyard. A helicopter sat on the helipad. Wind tore at your clothes as the rotors slowed to a stop. Chilling cold sank into your bones. You glanced back to find Damian behind you, being held up by Jon. Guards surrounded them. A gun was pressed against Damian’s head when one of the guards caught you looking. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the bomb around your neck. They didn’t take it off yet. You weren’t sure why.

“You want him to live. You go quietly.” The Bane Lookalike jerked you. You bit your lip, looking back at the helicopter. The door opened. Your stomach dropped when you saw a flash of a purple suit.

“Well, well, well, look at this welcome.” The Joker stepped out of the helicopter, waving his arms around. A few armed men in clown masks got out behind him. “Oh, Robby. Look at you.” He walked to you, almost dancing.

Something felt familiar about him and not in the way you expected. You frowned, tensing. “You have the money?” The Bane Lookalike tightened his grip on you.

The Joker laughed before he noticed the bomb collar around your neck. “Take that off.” He instantly lost his humor. “No one blows up Robin except me.”

“No, we have to control Superboy.” The Bane Lookalike nodded back to Jon and Damian.

“Can we work out a deal for those two?” The Joker clapped his hands. “I would like to have the full set.” The Joker met your eye. It was like someone punched you in the stomach. You knew those eyes. Those were Dick’s eyes.

“Depends, how much are you willing to pay?” The Bane Lookalike jerked you again. You stumbled, falling against him. The Joker/Dick’s eyes flashed before he went back into character.

A cackle escaped from The Joker/Dick. “You stupid kid. I won’t have to pay you anything.”

Suddenly, flashbangs went off all over the place. You were knocked down by the Bane Lookalike when he was attack by The Joker/Dick. The bomb around your neck started to beep. Your breath caught in your throat. You touched it, trying to find a way to get it off.

A joker goon knelt down beside you. “Stay calm.” He took off the clown mask to reveal Tim’s face. “We’re here. It’s okay,” Tim soothed, taking out tools to try to remove the collar.

“You don’t hate me?” Tears filled your eyes. You didn’t want to die like this. Not in front of your family.

Tim flinched. “Hush, no.” He picked at the collar as it’s beeps increased. “Stay still. I almost have it.”

You closed your eyes. A whimper slipped out of your mouth as guns fired nearby. The collar clicked and Tim pulled it away from you. “Superman!” You opened your eyes to see Tim throwing the collar to Superman who was blocking you and Tim from a hail of bullets. Superman held it tightly in his hands. It boomed seconds later.

Tim scooped you up into his arms and moved you behind some crates near the helipad. “Are you okay?” He quickly checked you over.

“I think so.” You shivered. Tim pressed his gloved hand against your forehead.

“You’re burning up.” Tim bit his lip.

“You have to help Damian. He got shot in the shoulder, lost a lot of blood.” You shook your head.

Tim glanced around the crates. “We’ll get him. Superboy is protecting him.” He glanced back at you. “I swear if you do something so foolhardy like this again, I...I’ll do something.”

You laughed despite the battle happening around you. “Sure.” Tim peeked around the crates again. “Go. Help them. I’ll be okay here.”

“Are you sure?” Tim eyed you worriedly.

“Go.” You closed your eyes as Tim leaned you back against the crate. “I’ll stay here, I promise.”

Tim nodded. He pressed a taser in your hand. “Just in case.” You smiled weakly as he jumped over the crates and ran into the action.

You wanted to get up to help, but your body refused. Closing your eyes, you tried to not think about who could be getting hurt or dying because of you.

“Niño. You ruined everything.” Your eyes shot open to find the Bane Lookalike standing in front of you. Turning on the taser, you held it up to warn him away. He glared, kicking your hand and sending the taser flying away from you.

“I’m sorry.” You coughed, scooting as far away from him as you could. “But you don’t have to do this. This all can stop now. We don’t have to be defined by tragedy.” It surprised you that this came to you now. You remembered Dick telling you that during the first month after your father’s death. Ironic this piece of wisdom would spill out of your mouth now.

The Bane Lookalike shook his head. “No.” In one shift move, he jabbed a needle into your arm. You watched in horror as he injected a large dose of the drug into you. “Suffer and die, you piece of human filth.”

It hit you instantly. Your heart stopped. Breath couldn’t enter your lungs. Black swarmed your vision. The last thing you heard was the Bane Lookalike’s laughter.

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You jerked awake. A frown pulled at your lips when you were met with the high, elaborately decorated ceiling of Wayne Manor. You sat up, stunned to find yourself lying on a leather couch in your father’s study.

The chair behind the desk was turned away from you, but you could see someone was in it. “What?” You got to your feet, surprised to find you were in your old Robin suit. Odd. Especially since it didn’t fit you anymore. “How did I get here?”

The chair behind the desk spun around. Your blood ran cold while your heart skipped a beat. “(Y/N),” Bruce Wayne said, smiling sadly at you.

“Daddy.” You ran to him, jumping over the desk and straight into his arms. He laughed. His arms strong and protective around you. You never thought you would feel this safe again. Sobs racked your body. “I missed you so much.”

“I know, sweetheart.” He rocked you. Part of you realized you were a tad too old to be doing this, but you didn’t care. “I missed you too.”

A long time passed before you pulled back to look at him. “Was it all a dream? You never died, right?”

Bruce rubbed your back. His face fell. “I did die, (Y/N). None of it was a dream.”

You froze, confused. “Wait, but how am I here? How are you here? What’s happening?” You panted, panic setting in. “Did I die too? Oh no, I died in front of the others. Did they have to find my body?”

“Hush.” Bruce caught your chin. “Breathe.” He took a deep breath. You copied him, tears still running down your cheeks. “Calm down. You are not dead. At least not yet.”

“What does that mean?” You glanced around. Everything was a little fuzzy, unfocused.

“You are in a coma.” Bruce wiped your tears ffrom your cheeks. “Bane’s son caused you to overdose.” He held you close. “You are currently fighting for your life.”

Your lips trembled. “I’m sorry. I just cause pain and stress for everyone.” You buried your face into his shoulder.

“I am proud of you, (Y/N).” Bruce rubbed your back. “You been so strong, grew so much.” He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t get me wrong. I am upset you would do something so risky as to hand yourself over.”

You sniffled. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” You looked up at him. “I just wanted to fix my mistakes. I shouldn’t have killed Bane. It ruined things for everyone.”

“Yes, but you have done your best to repair the damage and I’m proud of you for it.” Bruce looked you in the eye. “I know you think you should suffer for what you did, but you have and now it’s time for you to live. You deserve to live, sweetheart.”

You blinked, surprised he knew what you had been thinking. He knew you felt like you couldn’t be happy, that you couldn’t have a life. “I love you.” You hugged him tightly.

“I love you too.” He stood up from his chair with you in his arms. “But it’s time for you to go.”

“What?” You whimpered, not wanting this to end. Tears filled your eyes again. “But I don’t want to leave you.”

Bruce smiled, setting you down on your feet. “I know, but you have to wake up. Take care of your brothers, Alfred, and the girls. They need you and you need them.”

“Will I see you again?” A wave of chilliness washed over you. You shivered. A beeping like a heart monitor sounded in the distance.

“You will someday. Remember you are not alone. I’m here for you every step of the way.” He leaned forward to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling his touch before everything drifted away.

The beeping in the distance got louder and closer. You felt like you were floating. Your eyes couldn’t open. Your body couldn’t move. Something weighed you down. A soft surface was beneath you. Something was in your arm.

Someone cleared their throat somewhere nearby. You fought to open your eyes, hoping that it was your father. Maybe he wasn’t dead? Maybe everything else had been a dream? You knew you were wrong, but you couldn’t help it.

A warm, large hand grabbed your hand. “(Y/N), kiddo, you awake?” Jason asked. The surprise from Jason’s voice finally gave you the strength to open your eyes. You saw white first, blinking until you could focus on Jason’s smiling face. “Hey, kiddo.” He sighed in relief.

You blinked at him slowly. Energy drained out of you simply from opening your eyes. The beeping increased. “Woah, don’t panic. You’re fine. Everything is fine,” Jason soothed, glancing up at the heart monitor. You tried to look at it too, but you could barely keep your eyes open. Your eyelids weighed heavily enough to force you to close your eyes again. “Go back to sleep, kiddo.” A kiss was pressed to your forehead in the same place your father had kissed you. Maybe you imagined the whole encounter? You wondered about it before you slipped back into nothingness again.

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sturchling · 4 years

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If your taking prompts can I get a Tim or Jason with Marinette where lila lies about dating Damon whom is 10or 11 to Lilas 17 to 18 and Marinette is grossed or and worried by her lies. she has seen how Lila treats Adrein and the only thing she knows about Damon Wayne besides his age is he was raised by his mother and grandfather whom did not allow him out much. So she thinks he might be a little like Adrein and not world wise on how people will use you. And doesnt want anything bad to happen

Here you go, hope you like it. Thank you for waiting and being patient with me. Sorry it took so long.

Marinette had met the Waynes a long time ago. Gina had been friends with Alfred for a really long time. So, Gina was at the manor fairly often. After her little fairy, Marinette was born, Gina would bring her to the manor as well to play with Bruce’s boys. Dick and Jason were like big brothers to Marinette. Tim and Marinette were the same age and were very close.

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Eventually, the two started dating. The relationship became long-distance when Marinette was able to visit less and less. Tim also became quite busy over the years and wasn’t able to fly to Paris as often as he would have liked. But the young couple always made sure to talk and FaceTime as often as they could.

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The whole family was fond of the Parisian girl and would often join Tim on FaceTime to speak with her. They always kept her up to date on the new family drama. Marinette also kept them informed in her life. But they didn’t tell her much about Damian when he joined the family. All she knew about him was that he was ten and had been raised by his mother and had only just met Bruce and the boys. According to the boys, Damian had been extremely sheltered for his entire life.

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So, when Marinette heard Lila’s newest story the next day, she became incredibly concerned. The news had already caught wind of Bruce Wayne having a new son and was reporting on Damian Wayne all morning. But there were no details about him at all. The only thing the media knew was his name. Lila thought it would be a great story to tell the class that she had known Damian for a long time and she was dating him. She had no idea that Damian was only ten.

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When Marinette heard this story, she obviously knew it was a lie but she was disgusted and worried. She knew that Lila wasn’t actually dating Damian, but that didn’t mean that Lila couldn’t cause a problem for Damian. Lila could say whatever she wanted about Damian and get away with it since there was no other information about him. She could ruin his reputation before he even gets a chance.

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That night, Marinette called Tim to tell him about what Lila had said. It required some explaining, since she had kept Lila a secret from the Waynes. She wanted to fight this battle on her own. She knew the boys would have wanted to charge in and help with the Lila problem if she had told them. Now she was telling them everything. Dick, Jason, and Tim all sat quietly as Marinette told them everything and what Lila had said this morning. “I wanted to let you guys know what she said. I have a friend that was sheltered most of his life and he got into a messy situation because of how he handled this girl. I know you said Damian was sheltered too so I thought I should warn you so maybe Damian would know and would stand up to a liar instead of let her be.”

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The boys just stare for a second before they all burst into laughter. Dick is the first to recover, “Marinette, Damian would never tolerate a liar. We said he was isolated, not sheltered.” Marinette paused for a moment, “What?” Jason, still wheezing, says, “That demon brat may have been isolated, but he was definitely not sheltered. I’m more concerned of what he would do if he found out about this liar, than what this liar could do to him.” Dick looks thoughtful for a moment, “Still, we should probably tell Bruce about this. Just so he knows.” The other boys nod and Dick gets up to go get Bruce.

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It isn’t long before they both return and Bruce is filled in on the Lila situation. To say he is displeased would be an understatement. “Thank you for telling us Marinette. Do me a favor, if she says anything else about Damian or any of us, please let us know.” Marinette agrees and Bruce leaves so Marinette and Tim could continue their conversation.

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For the next several weeks, Marinette kept note of everything Lila said about the Wayne family. After the popularity of her first lie about Damian, Lila just kept coming up with more lies about the Wayne family. She has now said that she is very close to the family. That she grew up with the boys and is like a daughter to Bruce. She even said that she has helped run Wayne Enterprises and clean up Gotham.

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Marinette tells Bruce and the boys everything that Lila has been saying. When she asks what they’re going to do, they tell her not to worry about it and that she will see. Another week passes before Marinette finally sees what they mean.

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Marinette arrives at school and her class is buzzing with excitement. She asks Adrien what is happening, and he tells her “The class was told that we are having a very special guest today. They won’t tell us who, but everyone thinks it is someone Lila knows and is excited to meet someone so important.” Marinette glances at the liar and sees everyone surrounding her and asking questions. Lila has a strained look on her face, as she evades the questions and tries not to reveal anything.

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The class continues to whisper throughout the day about who it could be, until lunch. Mrs. Bustier leaves the room for a moment and then comes back with a smile on her face. “Class, our guests have arrived. Please welcome Bruce Wayne and his sons, Richard, Jason, Tim, and Damian.” Lila grows pale when she hears those names. She doesn’t have time to try and cover her tracks with the class before the door opens and the group walks in.

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Bruce goes to stand front and center, with his sons surrounding him. Alya is looking at all of the sons, trying to figure out which is Damian. There are two boys that look older than them, and a young kid. Then there is a boy that looks about their age, so she figures that he must be Damian. She instantly calls out, while staring directly at Tim, “Damian! Nice to finally meet you! Lila has told us so much about you and how sweet a boyfriend you are.” Tim just stares back at Alya. Tim eventually breaks the silence saying, “I’m Tim, not Damian. He is Damian” Alya is shocked to see him pointing at the young kid. He couldn’t be older than ten, so why would Lila be dating him.

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Before Alya could continue, Bruce spoke up. “Miss, I don’t know what you are talking about. Damian is only ten, and isn’t dating anyone. Who is this Lila?” Alya stands up, ready to defend her friend. “What do you mean who is Lila? She is close with all of you! You think of her like part of the family. She even helped with Wayne Enterprises! How could you not know her?!” Alya points at Lila through out the tirade, as Lila tries to hide. Bruce gets a look on his face. “Young lady, that is all a bunch of lies. I have never met this Lila person. But thank you for pointing her out. Now I know who to give this to.” Bruce walked to Lila’s desk and hands her a bunch of papers. “That is a cease and desist order. I am not suing you yet, but if you do not stop lying about my family this instant then I will have no choice.”

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The class jumps to defend their friend, with Alya being the loudest. “How could you say that? Lila isn’t a liar!” This is when Damian spoke up, with venom in his voice “She is obviously lying you imbecile. I would never court a harlot like her.” Bruce turned to look at him, silencing him with a look. Bruce turns back to face the class. “The only person in this room that is dating one of my sons and is like part of the family is Marinette.”

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The class is shocked and turns to face the young fashion designer. Lila is fuming. Of course, that brat knows the Waynes. Bruce turned to face Mrs. Bustier again, “Now, I am taking Marinette with me for the rest of the day to go have lunch with us. I suggest you contact Ms. Rossi’s mother and let her know about the cease and desist order and what her daughter has been doing. Have a good day.” With that, Bruce ushers everyone, including Marinette, out of the classroom.

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After they leave, the class erupts into chaos. Everyone turns to Lila, demanding answers. Lila tries to cover it up, and come up with a lie to fix everything. But it doesn’t work. Hard to explain how she isn’t actually dating Damian Wayne and how she didn’t know he was only ten. The class started looking into Lila’s stories. Not just her stories about the Waynes, but everything else. They quickly realize that Lila had been lying this whole time. Soon, Mrs. Rossi arrived and dragged her daughter to Mr. Damocles office. Lila never came back to the class; she was expelled once everything was revealed. The class apologized to Marinette for not believing her and she forgave them. Things settled down in Mrs. Bustier’s class after that and Marinette was happy. Lila was gone, she had her friends back, and Tim and her were as strong as ever. Marinette was the happiest she had been in a while, and felt ready for the next chapter of her life and whatever it may bring.

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batcathuntress · 4 years

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interesting method’s batsis x batfam

request for @left-out-but-not-alone “one where batsis!reader is Jason’s age and they find out she’s been seducing the mob bosses of Gotham and gathering everything needed to put them in jail for life? they’re super surprised because they think she’s so innocent and they end up disturbing one of her “missions” and the mob boss tries to attack them but she incapacitated them?” very fluffy towards the end

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your method’s were well very different from the rest of your family but they worked for you and that’s what was important, not to mention with the amount of dirt you now have on some of the biggest arseholes in Gotham you could clean up the streets and the’d never see the light of day again.

You had just finished up with your most recent client, some dick who was forcing kids to move drugs for him, you got everything you needed from him, men are weak they tend to give up a lot to any beautiful woman who cares enough to listen and with the promise of sex well they’ll spill anything to you, but you never let it get that far. those idiots are completely clueless, you just left him handcuffed to a poll outside the nearest police station.

“hey” you jumped slightly and turned around to see Jason, you two were the closest in your family and that’s mostly because you are the same age so you’ve always been with him growing up and these past few weeks lying to him hasn’t felt right but if he knew what you were doing he will try to stop it, he has the image of you where you are the poster child for innocence and all he wants to do is protect you.

“b told me you went off on your own i just wanted to check on you” he said scanning you for marks

“well he has robin so i thought i’d be more useful working this side of town, i heard there was a lot of drug activity so i thought i may as well check it out, but since nothing’s here i’ll be on my way” you tried to speed past him when he grasped your arm and turned your hand around to look at your cut knuckles

“looks like you got plenty of action.” he said sternly

“you sound like dad” you said rolling your eyes, “look i’m fine it was just some low level crook nothing to worry about”

“well we should head back then and i can patch you up” he said eyeing you suspiciously, you tried not to show your annoyance, you had another ‘date’ tonight, he was supposed to be your last one and also the most dangerous so you kinda wanted to get it over with, not that beating these guys up didn’t give you a buzz but keeping it from your family has been frustrating to say the least, however thanks to Jason you’ll just have to skip it and do it tomorrow instead.

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“where did you go last night?” you looked up from your breakfast to see your dad staring at you

“just went to check on a hug that’s all” you said trying your hardest to convince the worlds greatest detective that you weren’t up to no good

“mmhm” you looked over to see Jason narrowing his eyes at your excuse

“hunch huh?, and how did that work out for you?” he said trying to get you to confess

“i was right, i put a drug dealer away no biggie”

“what’s his name”

“believe it or not Jay i don’t stop punching to make small talk” you said hoping he’d drop it but you knew he wouldn’t and he purposely did this in front of your dad because now you can tell he’s caught on too, luckily your other siblings started walking in so the conversation got diverted but you could still feel Jay’s eyes on you.

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later that night you you slipped your costume into a your bag and hid it behind a dumpster next to the club you were meeting this boss in, you brushed down your dress and walked in whispering in the guards ear that you were looking for the man in charge, he walked you into a booth at the far end of the club where it was a lot less crowded and the black surrounding doors kept the majority of the noise out as soon as they were closed behind you, you thought you heard a click but figured you’d deal with that once you were done here.

“you’re late” he said sitting on a luscious couch with a drink in his hand

“sorry, family drama”

“what’s a Wayne got to worry about?”

“i didn’t know we were here to talk about my family”, he narrowed his eyes and gestured for you to sit next to him

you slowly walked around the table and sat beside him making sure to distract him with your dress, it worked and you figured you may be able to speed this one along.

“so, why do you want to work for me?”

“is this a job interview?”

“isn’t it”

“well on the phone i thought we’d already decided that i would be working with you”

“yeah well that’s the bit i don’t get. Why would a stuck up rich brat like you want to work with a drug lord?”

“well maybe if you explained to me what exactly it is that you do then i’d be able to make a definite decision” you said knowing your mic was recording, you cut out everything you say and send it anonymously to detective Gordon, he’s found them to be very useful these last few weeks

you two talked for about an hour before you felt his hand gripping your thigh, you were about to knock him out and go to the back to change when you heard commotion outside the booth and before you could get up a guard swung the doors open and a stuttered out that batman was here before getting knocked out cold by your youngest brother Damian

“robin?” you said trying to sound surprised and scared, your brother looked at you then looked at the hand on your thigh and went to attack the boss when grabbed a gun from under his leg but before he could shoot you kicked it out of Damian’s line of fire and and smashed the guys face into the table, you looked up shocked to find your entire family staring at you

“hey guys, what’re you doing here?” you said chuckling nervously knowing you were completely fucked

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“how many times do i have to say i’m sorry for not telling you” you said tiredly as you all sat in the batcave

“one more time wouldn’t hurt” Tim said sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at his comment and looked away from him

“dad would you at least look at me, please” you begged tears beginning to fill your eyes now, he turned around swiftly when he heard you sniffle

“i’m not mad at you for what you did, i’m mad because you didn’t trust me enough to let me know about it. we could have helped you.” he said in a stern voice

“i didn’t need help, i took down some of Gotham’s biggest mob bosses on my own, if this was done by one of the boys you wouldn’t be this upset and you know it”, your brothers looked down knowing it was true and Bruce got up sighing

“i just worry about you”

“i know and i promise if i plan to do something like this again i’ll tell you”, you said smiling and to your surprise your dad smiled back

“i think we should all hug” Dick said completely ruining the moment and he already starting dragging us all together despite everyone’s protests

your family is slightly slightly messed up but at least you all care deeply about each other.

#bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batsis x bruce wayne #Batsis #batsis x batfam #batsis imagine #batfam #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #Selina Kyle x Daughter!Reader #batsis x Selina kyle

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nightwingmyboi · 4 years

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Bruce firing Dick vs. Dick firing Tim

Soooo, I have seen a lot of people comparing the way that Bruce replaced Dick with Jason versus the way that Dick replaced Tim with Damian. (This happened some on my Batfam Replacement Montage post [x], which is what first brought it to my attention.) For some reason, a lot of people come out of this comparison thinking that Dick was not only just as bad and insensitive as Bruce (if they even think Bruce was in the wrong at all that is) but even that Dick is somehow worse. This legitimately confused the heck out of me. I don’t know if people are reading the same comics as me (though honestly with all the retcons and nonsense going on maybe we aren’t reading the same comics), so I’m just going to break each replacement down for you here and maybe you’ll see where I’m coming from when I think that is completely out of left field.

Let’s start with Bruce. These panels have Dick (as Nightwing) recounting how things between him and Bruce went down (I’ve rewritten the text just below the image if it is blurry):

Batman #416

So while I was still laid up in bed, you dropped the bad news on me. No ifs, ands, or buts...I wasn’t to play Robin anymore. You couldn’t continue to assume the responsibility for a child fighting crime. For six years you trained me to be a crimefighter, then denied me that role. Of course, you assured me that it was for my own good. I lay there with a bandaged shoulder and my life in ruins. You smiled. Kicked a great big hole in my life, then walked out of the room.

Following an encounter with the Joker, Dick is shot in the shoulder and nearly dies. Instead of comforting Dick, Bruce decides to follow up this traumatic event by firing Dick from Robin immediately. Bruce calls Dick a child, disregarding all the time Dick spent training to become Robin and Dick’s own agency, and basically attempts to kick him out of crimefighting all together. This may not be clear because of the image quality, but Dick literally starts crying in that last panel. But it doesn’t stop there:

I don’t see what option I had, other than to split. Alfred tried to talk me out of it. It was Alfred who forced money on me so I’d have something to live on. You couldn’t even be bothered to say goodbye.

Despite his concern for Dick being the motivating factor behind the firing, Bruce doesn’t even seem to be aware that Dick is leaving, and so Alfred is the one that tries to convince Dick to stay in Bruce’s stead. And where is Bruce during all this you may ask??

Sorry, he was busy working on a case at the time. And people wonder why Dick didn’t realize Bruce was doing this out of concern rather than distrust of his capabilities. Anyway, Dick leaves, eventually joins the Titans, and becomes Nightwing. Eighteen whole months pass--a freaking year and a half--and not once does Bruce try to get in touch with Dick to sort things out. Then, Dick finds out about his replacement in the newspaper:

Bruce fired Dick because he didn’t want a child sidekick. Then he goes out and gets a freaking child sidekick, and, even better, makes him Robin. Robin isn’t just a costume to Dick. In many comics, Dick refers to the Robin role as meaning family, and that’s because Dick specifically crafted Robin as a way to remember his parents.

Robin Annual #4 and The Titans #16

It doesn’t get much more personal than using your dead mother’s nickname for you and your family’s colors (which across comics are pretty consistently some combo of yellow/green/red) as your hero persona. And Bruce, despite knowing the origins of the costume, felt like he could do whatever he wanted with it. And he didn’t even have the decency to be upfront about it. You can see why this drives me crazy. He spends the rest of the issue beating around the bush and not telling Dick why he adopted Jason and made him Robin, and, in the end, he once again kicks Dick out of the house. Nice parenting Bruce.

Now with Dick. I’ve seen some people accuse Dick of not talking to Tim and just pulling the Robin mantle right out from under him, but that isn’t really what the comics show us:

Red Robin #1

Dick tries to talk to Tim about it, and, unlike Bruce, he explicitly states his reasons for giving Damian Robin. He validates Tim, and tells him that they are equals. Even when Tim lashes out, Dick makes it clear that he still wants Tim around, even if it is not as Robin. And, once again unlike Bruce, Dick doesn’t proceed to just abandon Tim when things don’t go his way. He sends Tim’s friends his way and when that doesn’t work, Dick goes to find Tim and try to talk things out in person:

Red Robin #4

So why doesn’t Tim just tell Dick his theory? That’s because, as much as people apparently want to believe that Tim had the whole thing figured out and it was everyone else’s fault that no one was listening, Tim had no actual evidence whatsoever that Bruce was actually alive. He was kind of in denial about Bruce’s death and all he had was a weak hunch.

Tim rides off without giving any explanations, leaving Dick to deal with all the fallout of Bruce’s “death” by himself. Dick had to abandon everything that he built (Nightwing, his various superhero teams, etc.) in order to take up Bruce’s identity. He had to deal with being Batman, running Wayne Enterprises, and raising Damian (a murderous brat who spent literally all his time insulting and undermining him in those early days), all while managing his own grief. And he had no one but Alfred for support. So maybe he didn’t handle Tim as well as he could have (I don’t really know what he could have done differently but hey if you want to let me know feel free), but I honestly think that under the circumstances he tried his freaking best, which is more than Bruce did for him. And when Tim returns, he immediately expects Dick to put everything on hold to help him, once again without explanation, and what does Dick do?

Red Robin #11

He trusts Tim and puts everything on hold to help Tim out. Even though Tim pretty much left him high and dry when he needed help the most. So yeah, I don’t see where people are coming from when they act like Dick somehow singlehandedly destroyed his relationship with Tim. I don’t understand how Tim could possibly trust Jason (ie the person who very nearly murdered him) more than he trusts Dick (ie the person who mentored and acted as a confidant to him for literal years) in such a short span of time.

In my opinion, Bruce and Dick are not even remotely similar in their actions here. I don’t understand how people who can so readily excuse Bruce for his harsh treatment not be the least bit willing to give Dick some slack when his situation was sooo bad and he tried so hard.

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #Alfred Pennyworth #red robin #robin #batman #Dick!Batman #nightwing #long post #my analysis #my meta #the flying graysons #replacement debacle

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thattimdrakeguy · 3 years

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I feel like DC’s obsession with trying to make Damian look cute with massive head and scrawny bodies end up just making him look more like a fucking goblin cause he’s surrounded by people that don’t share the art style.

He just doesn’t look like a human anymore some of the time, let alone look like himself.

Like I already feel like always trying to make him small and giving him short jokes is redundant with it already being Tim things--especially since Damian was originally very TALL for his age (according to bios Damian was only an INCH shorter than TIM when they first met), which makes it just out of character and inaccurate when they pretend he’s short.

But I keep seeing this Damian page (I’m not showing it cause I didn’t wanna download it, everyone looks real crappy on it) cause “LOOK IT’S TIMMY IN IT”, but Damian just looks freaking monstrous. It doesn’t work at all.

People will eat it up, but I just have a hard time finding it cute at all, because it’s just forcing it so much to the point it’s just superficial and beyond.

(Ignore the dead bat, I’m not questioning his morality and think it’s even stupid he did that cause he was already past murder at this point.)

Like I prefer this--because, well, it’s consistent with what Damian’s supposed to look like. Like he looks unique, and it’s him, and his proportions aren’t off for an athletic then 10-year-old in a comic book aesthetic world.

But the same artist making Damian look like this--

or like this--

--is trying so hard to make Damian something he’s not that it just ruins the whole mood and vibe of the character.

(And those are the better looking examples of this, cause stupid bad changes or not it’s a good artist, others though...they sometime make him hideous...Also ignore the gun, I just already had this page saved.)

Does that even look like the same character beyond costume? It’s like when they draw Tim looking like a 40-year-old man...it’s not what he looks like: So why draw him like that? Cuteness isn’t a sign of quality, so I view it as just crummy work.

A lot of people love it--but if I thought what others did my opinions on pretty much everything would not be what they are. “Oh no, I think the obsession of focusing on Tim’s depression period to the point of making him a victim exaggerated beyond the comics themselves is terrible. What a crime.” “Tim’s characterization changing can only use being traumatized for so long, and in only so many ways before it’s just freaking forced” “Ignoring Jason’s problems with the Bat-Family to make them close ruins the chance for a better story and actual character development--how controversial.” “Red Robin ruined Tim in the long run.” “Making Dick just a chatty, sexy, fan service machine lessened his character really badly. Considering he was quite a mature young man, with his own problems and talents that he took to heart. A lot or at least some may think it, but it’s not often said.” “I think Geoff Johns’s Teen Titans ruined pretty much every one of the Core Four.”

Like look--I’m not gonna change the standards of how I look at every character. I’m not gonna make exceptions or anything. So forcing this whole thing with Damian just reaaally ruins him for me, because it’s all in an attempt to make him different. But I don’t want him to be different.

If they make a steep change, that is notably out of character with previous writing or personality things, it’s just out of character.

They keep making Damian out of character.

I know people don’t care cause, like, look at the fandom, there’s so much stuff where Damian is a literal baby or headcanons that go “Okay, hear me out: What if Damian did something he wouldn’t do? WOULDN’T THAT BE SO CUTE?!” or even just stuff that shows some people never met a kid Damian’s age.

There’s a lot of stuff about Damian as far as my thoughts go that’s changed since I read the original Batman and Robin series again--but also because of that I think all the random changes just stink. Cause he was a more interesting character as they just let him develop more naturally, and didn’t do the whole “HAHA HE’S A BRAT.” (like reread the original Batman and Robin, you’ll be confused why even other writers of the time wrote him as they did. It’s inconsistent af.)

Changing basic stuff about Damian, and changing the way his relationships with others work, and leading into the patterns of “HE’S BETTER” “OH NO HE’S BAD AGAIN” “HEY HE’S BETTER”, as well as the fandom ignoring the fact he still kept doing bad shit even in the series they like just because it panders to them. Like I think it all just sucks.

Plus some people’s idea of “character development”, is just plain Damian acting like a whole different character. He was raised in a cult, he has a very specific personality, he lives in a house with Batman. There’s a difference from him learning morals, and getting more used to non-cult stuff--and him just having a total different personality, or having him act immature in ways he just wouldn’t.

Kid helped a company with their finances, and they just treated it as just fine like he was an adult, like how he prefers to be treated, which I found endearing because it showed that it’s okay he’s different, and he’s shown respect. But having him do stuff he wouldn’t do, cause logically there’s no reason for him to suddenly change in such ways--that’s not character development, it’s just out of character.

But original Damian? Like what he was sort of meant to be originally by his creator. As much as I think the quality of the writing sucks. Just the idea from it, is something I like.

If it isn’t them, no matter the character, I don’t like it. I think it’s bad stuff.

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Light Of My Life Jason Todd x Reader

LINK TO PT 2

Words: 2.7k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is a really powerful superhero from the avengers and is well known and she met Jason when she was hopping on rooftops in Gotham (for fun idk haha) and the reader feels lonely and they bond over that with Jason and they start dating and when Jason’s brothers find out they’re dating (a few months later) they freak out and say things like “YOURE DATING THEM?! How did this happen?!” Thank you!”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Ok so I took this as a new avenger I hope that’s okay :). It’s mostly selfish that I wanted to write my own badass hero for Jason to simp for... can you blame me? She’s basically a heroin Livewire for those of you that watched Supergirl. Also you really set me up for a long fic so strap in anon, you did this to yourself by giving me an amazing request! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

“You’re kidding right. Gotham? Mr. Seclusive Bat Brat’s turf? Not a chance in hell.” you groaned hearing your newest mission. “Sorry Y/H/N you’re headed to nut-case capital” your comm buzzed back and you rolled your eyes. At least it was a short trip right? Confirm with Dr. Strange exactly the newest magical item you needed to look for, find it, and get out. Maybe zap a couple villains for shits n giggles. Grabbing your motorcycle you headed out, praying for a short trip.

Arriving at your hotel you began to set up, having powers meant no bulky suit which was nice but Strange had set you up with about a million photos, books, and what looked like scrolls about a stupid helmet. Apparently all the helmet did was let the wearer float and see in the damn dark, half of the avengers could do that shit already. But when THE Dr. Strange makes a request of the Avengers, they comply.

You’d heard about a drug leader with an eye for shiny objects, and you decided to start there hoping you could really give him a show. Waiting for night to fall you headed out, appreciating the constantly terrible weather in Gotham, lightning cracked in the sky exhilarating you, taking it as a sign from your gods that they liked this mission you felt the electricity run through your veins as you sped towards the ring a friend of yours had tipped you off about. Propping your bike up on the side of the building you felt the electricity dancing through the wires of the building and you zapped into them, travelling in to the main room.

Jason just about pissed his pants. He watched this hot motorcycle chick park her (sexy ass) bike outside the drug ring he was busting that night and right when he was about to put on some Red Hood Charm™ he watched her turn into a giant spart and shoot into the building through the camera system. Realizing she was going to do his job for her he decided to watch from above, trying to figure out who the mystery meta was. As he sat perched on the top of the building he couldn’t help but hope it was Y/H/N, one of the most prominent new Avengers but what was she doing in Gotham? Regardless he sat, ready for the lightshow.

What you saw inside the building was horrific. Disgusting men were throwing cash around to take home young, terrified girls. Disregarding the mission at hand you flashed into the middle of the “show”. Immediately guns were out but that had never stopped you. Dissapaiting into one of the lights you enjoyed how some of the men shrieked at your powers. “Shit dog I think it’s Y/H/N but what’s she doin in Gotham?” never able to pass an opportunity to boast you appeared behind the group smirking “hey boys. Don’t there girls look a little young for you? That said, you should let them go or I’ll get angry. And you’d be shocked with how angry I can get - literally.” you held up a hand letting sparks dance in you palm. What you didn’t expect was to see a blundering idiot in a red mask crash through the ceiling.

Before you could light him up he called “uh hey! It’s Y/H/N right? Big fan. Red Hood pleasure to meet you. See, this is usually my territory, drugs and all, but I’d be happy to share with a lovely lady like you so-” you scoffed. “Shut up BatBrat I don’t intend on swinging minor league with you tonight, I just want these girls out of here and to talk with you” you gestured to the drug lord, annoyed this Red Batman or whatever his name is was getting in your way. “Minor leagues huh? Princess if you think this is any type of game you’re wrong, we don’t play by the rules here.” and he pulled out two guns and began firing. This shocked you. You thought the bats held the same standards as the majority of the Avengers, no killing. This clearly went down the drain as you watched him blow the brains out of the majority of the drug dealers.

Deciding this wasn’t the night for you to successfully capture the man you needed, especially because Stark would kill you if you got in a fight with another vigilante on an away mission. While Red Mask went hand to hand with the guards you helped the girls escape, shooing them towards the exit and making them promise to be safer. After securing the public’s safety you took a moment to watch Red Armour fight. He was trained you had to admit, he ducked and punched like he’d been doing in for years, he was refined in skill but reckless and practice, it was fascinating. “You gonna help or is that not in the Avenger’s handbook?” you smirked as he got pinned by a couple guards. As he was preoccupied you zapped to the drug lord, shocking him enough to put him down long enough to move him. Forming an electric rope around his limbs you began dragging him out. “Sorry RedBat I got what I came for, you make a good side kick though” with a wink you walked out, not before hearing him shout “ITS RED HOOD SPARKY”

In one of the Avenger’s safe houses you’d tied up your captive. “This is super easy buddy, all I need to know is where to find the Helmet of Razadazar” what a stupid fucking name, it doesn’t even sound cool. Knowing he’d feign innocence you prepared yourself for light, pleasure for you, not so much for him...

“You’re. Lying. Todd.” Tim’s fingers flew across the BatComputer. “Y/H/N in Gotham? EPIC!” Jason rolled his eyes. “Drake she definitely wasn’t all that amazing, plus she gave the impression she wasn’t long for Gotham so it’s probably nothing. Newbie training for the A list.” Tim sighed, Jason was probably right, the Avengers left Gotham to Batman, no one wanted a piece of it. “Alright, but you gotta tell me everything, I think she shorted all the camera footage so you better use all the detail.” Jason agreed, secretly excited to recount his experience, maybe fangirl a little. All he knew was that he was going to find you, the only game he wanted to play was chasing you.

After taking a short lecture from Captain A about aggressive torture techniques and why they should be AVOIDED you had gotten your answer. Apparently an underground auction with other-worldly treasures was the place to be. At least Gotham’s wealthy were making everything easy for you tonight.

Jason adjusted his bowtie as he waited to enter the auction. Attending as Bruce Wayne was easy, he did owe Damian a barn now, but it was a worthy pay off for Damian to endure some father-son time as a cover up while Jason played billionaire. Finding an excuse to go other than finding Y/H/N wasn’t hard either, and now here he was, hoping you’d stand out. Let’s just say fate helped a little.

Sitting at a table with your fake identity as Ms. Stark was equally as easy. Excited to be meeting Mr. Wayne the Gothamite who was seated next to you. As he sat down he looked younger than the paparazzi pictures showed. You stuck out a hand to shake and he took it gently, kissing it, to your surprise. He looked at your smirking, “looking lovely tonight Sparky” you’re jaw dropped. Mr. Wayne I had no idea Red Cap was your speed” you whispered, shocked, but slightly comforted to know you had your sidekick here.”It’s. Red. Hood. And just as you Ms. Stark, this identity is not my own.” it made sense, but it was still impressive.

Having exchanged pleasantries with the table the auction began. Item after item went, you and Hood slid in low bets to seem interested, but you wondered why he had came. Then the helmet was up. You sucked in a breath knowing the plan was to win the bid then snatch the helmet. You bid politely against someone at table 37 until it was yours. “Going once” “Going twi-” the auctioneer stopped as Mr. Wayne raised his paddle, tripling your bet. The auctioneer looked shocked at the amount, not letting you bid again before he shouted “SOLD to the sir at table 14!” For the second time that night your jaw dropped. “I need that helmet!” you whisper yelled. “That old thing? Sure princess. You just have to get dinner with me tomorrow” you realized he just spent millions and millions of dollars just to win your time. “Deal” you hissed.

Jason decided not to tell his brothers about his date. Feeling like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity he wasn’t ruining it. After hiding the helmet in the BatCave he was waiting for you at a candle lit table for two. When you walked in he knew it was love at first sight. Sitting down across from him you smirked. “You clean up nice..” he finished for you “Todd. Jason Todd.” taken aback you’d heard about him, the kid that lived, part of the Wayne family. “Well if we’re going real names Mr. Todd what do I have to lose, y/n l/n” you smiled, drinking in his appearance. He was dashing you had to admit, confident and laidback it was alluring. “Beautiful name to fit a gorgeous girl” he winked, to your shock, making you blush.

The two of you spent the night throwing snide comments, compliments, and flirtation between you. Something about Jason just clicked, it felt right. After hours at the table you and Jason went for a walk around Gotham while he showed you his most memorable spots. Somehow the two of you wound up on the top of a skyscraper staring at the stars. Finally having a person who understood the burden of heroism but wasn’t judging you for being new was refreshing. Only knowing each other for hours it felt like it had been years, confiding in each other about some of your deepest secrets. Jason was amazed with your powers, but you explained that they were hard to control, bottling electricity up in anything was difficult, batteries rotted, lightbulbs broke, and sometimes it felt like you were no different. He watched as you showed him how sparks danced across you skin and though he didn’t tell you, they’d been sizzling around you since dinner, an aura vibrating around you as you laughed, cried, and smiled with him.

“So Lightning McQueen, what do the sparks do when you’re happy?” you grimaced at another of his nicknames and explained how they crackle and pop sometimes taking on certain weather-like patterns. “Huh, well let’s see some lightning then” Jason grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest, using the other hand to lift your eyes to meet his as he leaned in. You sped up the process, hands wrapping around his neck, crashing his lips on yours. He was right, lightning struck across the sky as sparks danced between the two of you. Pulling away he grinned as he breathlessly looked at you. “Beautiful” You pulled him in for more, deciding maybe Gotham wasn’t so bad if he was here.

“Why does Y/H/N always get the Gotham missions?” Peter Parker groaned. “Well seeing as she practically lives there it’s easy” the rest of the gang retorted as you blushed. “I guess I just really like the weather” you grinned while everyone rolled their eyes knowing the reason Gotham was having more lightning than ever was no coincidence.

“Honey I’m homeeeeee” you squealed as you zapped into your kitchen. Jason had learned not to be alarmed when you appeared out of thin air and he opened his arms as you fell into his embrace. “Hello to my favorite double A” he grinned when you gave him a zap, he knew you loved all his nicknames. He pulled you out of his embrace looking you dead in the eyes. “Sparky it’s time you meet my family, you know Tim is going to kill me for hiding you” You were so excited, timing never aligned or one of you was injured or not on Earth but finally, it was time to meet the family.

You’d snuck into the manor before, but everytime it seemed to get bigger. Jason squeezed your hand warning you about how annoying his family was. As you entered you took in everything. The cutest little boy was chasing a grown man with a sword, a teenage boy sat on a kitchen cupboard shotgunning an energy drink, all while a nice elderly man chopped carrots calmly in the kitchen. Breaking the silence you began to name each boy “Uh hi guys! I’m y/n you probably know me as Y/H/N but I’m so excited to be here! I’m guessing Damian, Dick, Tim, and the wonderful Alfred!” all the boys froze. Alfred smiled and continued chopping. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Tim jumped off the cupboard wide eyed staring at you. “Todd how do you know her?” Dick looked at you, shocked to see an Avenger not in costume next to his brother.

“Actually guys I’ve known Y/N for a while, remember Tim that night? We’ve kept in touch since and I’m lucky enough to be her boyfriend!” Jason kissed you on the cheek and immediately Tim passed out. As Dick poured water on the teen Damian walked up to you and you bent down to look him eye to eye. “Prove you’re Y/H/N because I don’t believe Todd could pull a famous hero like Y/H/N” Jason started “No y/n it’s fine” but you wanted to make a good impression so you zapped into the light fixture, counted to 5, then appeared on the cupboard Tim had been on, only to zap back nex tot Jason. “TT I’m impressed Todd. Y/n let me say I’m impressed with your recent activity with the Avengers. I know what it is like to be surrounded by older, entitled idiots.” Damian stuck out a tiny hand and you shook it, making sure to give him a little shock.

Having woken up Tim began rapid fire questions. “So Todd lied you’re here? And you like him? Can I just say you’re so cool. Would you let me run some tests on your powers? What’s the biggest lightshow you’ve done? What is spiderman like? I feel like I’m quicker than him but I don’t know. Do you love Jason?” you tried to take in all the questions. “Yes I’m here, yes, thank you, sure I guess, biggest was cracking a small moon in half - don’t asl I was mad, spidey is cool kind of a dweeb but, he’s pretty quick but I haven’t seen you, and yes I do love Jason” you took a deep breath. Jason smiled at you, glad you could keep up with Tim’s q & a. Suddenly Tim grabbed Dick’s arm and started running to the BatCave, “okay y/n I’m gonna go set up some tests come down in a minute. Todd you lucky asshole you bring her down in five okay?” before you could reply he was gone.

Taking a deep breath Jason wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so glad you can deal with them, but if Drake gets really bad knock him out cold” you chuckled, knowing that dealing with the Wayne’s was more difficult for Jason than it was for you. “Anything for you babe” you grinned. “Always the light of my life y/n” you rolled your eyes knowing the jokes would never stop, one of the many reasons you loved Red Hood with all your heart.

haha I never do A/N but do y’all get the pun in the title hehehehe wow I need to go to bed. Also check out the pun in my masterlist lolz. Now, dear reader, that you read this post we have an inside joke together hehe... love you! xoxo

#jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x reader #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #avengers #dc x marvel #batboys

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peeterparkr · 4 years

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perfidy;tom holland|2

chapter 2: the movie scene

enemies to lovers au

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However, you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

chapter summary: the first time you kissed and the last time he offered to kiss

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, flashback in italics, mentions of sex, fluffy-ish?, throwing up

word count: 5.5k

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We never really want to give in to feelings when we are well aware they’re not reciprocated. It is dumb, and it makes us shy, and very very insecure. We all fear rejection coming our way, and rejection hurts our pride. It was a good thing that your feelings were only hatred. They were very much reciprocated.

Though people liked to point it out to you very often, and not so kindly. From hate to love there’s only one step.

You never really believed in that, but you knew that at least in your case, hate didn’t mean the absence of love. It never is, if we are honest.

But really, if you were honest to yourself, you did love Tom. In your own way, but you didn’t like him. Or stand him. Because everything he did annoyed you. And people loved to point out your certain reactions to whatever he did.

Sure, your cheeks got red, and you were flustered, but that was only the visible reactions to the headaches you’d get whenever he was around. Because he would always find his way to make you feel your worse, or prank you or ruin your big chances. Actions get reactions.

You were tired of him and you didn’t trust him, but you knew that if you ever needed help, and there was no one else who could help you, you could call him up. Yes, you loved him, in his own pathetic way, you'd grown up together, after all, and you knew every single detail about the other, which made things worse.

You grew behind his shade, and for a time, it didn’t matter but when he pointed it out, it did get on your nerves. Especially because he had been the one to get you to notice all your flaws.

And even if right now the feelings were mutual, you turned back to time when they weren’t. The first time he broke your heart, he had you wondering, all night long. An 8 year old already staring into the mirror and wondering what she had done wrong, wondering if she wasn’t pretty enough, had it been her hair? Was she just plain annoying? or if her voice wasn’t good enough or was it her personality?

Because you saw that he was always the one who everybody loved, so he had to know something about it. If he didn’t love you, or like you in that matter, he had to have a saying on it. Bullshit, he knew nothing.

You grew up, and now you knew it wasn’t your fault he didn’t like you. He was the one missing it.

However, you hated that he was always on the spotlight, and he’d be a big spoiled brat about it. Tom this, Tom that. It infuriated you that everything had to revolve around him, of course Mr. Big Shot was the star, and he had to brag about it. Especially around you. Your mother and big brother said it was only to get your attention.

“Please,” your brother James would say. “All straight men do is to be stupid enough around women so they’ll think, hey that’s incredible?”

Your brother’s theory relied on the fact that men are only stupid because they want women’s attention You know how straight men like to cannon ball at the pool parties? Yes, that’s because of you. You know how men like to shake beers and then down them as fast as they can? Yeah, that’s because of you.

You had a simpler theory, men are stupid by nature. Especially Tom, he was very stupid.

However, thanks to his constant seeking of attention, and the combination of his lack of intelligence, he’d often find himself acting pretty stupid around you. Thing which you absolutely loved. It gave you reasons to make fun of him.

Still, that loathing was deep inside you, and you knew that at any point, he could make you turn around and stab you right on your chest, never backstabbing, Tom wanted to make you well aware he was hurting you. You couldn’t trust him, because he made it very clear that he wasn’t your friend. He was a childhood close acquaintance.

Enemies. That’s it, that was the word. No need to sugar coat it. You had your history, and even though you could say that sometimes, like in that particular moment, you doubted your loathing was reciprocated, you knew he’d come back again with yet another way to prove to you he was a complete asshole.

So when you arrived at the building, and he got out of the car as well, you knew something was up.

“You don’t have to stay,” you reminded him. “I’ll take an Uber back home.”

“My mum invited you to lunch, and asked me to personally drive you, don’t read much into it,” Tom snapped.

“Oh, they’re still trying,” you rolled your eyes.

Tom chuckled. “Yeah, they believe we might get along if we keep having lunch together.”

“Why are we having lunch, though? Is there any special occasion?”

“Your interview,” Tom explained.

He followed after you into the building. You sceptically watched him.

“Well, but don’t you have better things to do?” You asked.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But I’d rather be here to help you, maybe I’ll even give you a pep talk.”

You clenched your jaw. “This is a big day for me, don’t ruin it.”

“I’m genuinely not trying to,” he chuckled. “I just happen to be very good at annoying you, sorry babe.”

“There’s a cafetería—“

“I know this place, sweetheart, remember I’m actually relevant in the film world.” He pushed you and walked past you.

“You know for being so relevant you’d think you’d be smarter. The cafeteria is upstairs, dickhead.”

He made his way into the elevator with you and watched you.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine, I guess,” you admitted.

“Hey, um… I know it’s not the time but I really am sorry for last week,” he pushed.

“I don’t want to talk about it now, Tom.”

“I didn’t know that you had-”

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it,” you repeated. You were barely recovering from it. And it hadn’t really been his fault. Except that he had so nicely done something you hadn’t quite loved.

You had just gone through a breakup about a month ago. Timmy. He had turned from being your everything to someone you’d rather forget now. A two-year relationship had just banished in front of you.

You wouldn’t have guessed he’d bring up Timmy over to you at Harry’s and Sam’s birthday dinner. You knew Timmy would be there, he was friends with most people there but having the audacity to walk in with another girl to your best friends party? Seemed sketchy.

You knew Tom didn’t know about the breakup, the last thing he had known was you guys were having problems.

“Oi, y/n look over there, that’s your boy, ain’t he? Why isn’t he here making out with you? Did he get tired of you?” Tom laughed as he walked over to you. “Wait, is he with another girl? Ooof, guess you guys are going to have another fight tonight, right?” He commented as you were just silently looking away. “Y/N, c’mon, that’s probably a friend, chill, hey, Timmo!” And he called out to him.

“Tom, please…”

“No, no, it’s alright, I’m saving you from having a fight, better have him around here! Timmy” He called out again.

And he had turned around and awkwardly waved.

“C’mon over, pretty boy,” Tom continued. “Don’t leave me with y/n.”

“Tom, don’t,” Harry Approached and warned him as he had noticed what Tom was doing.

Timmy never liked Tom. He said that Tom was unnecessarily rude to you, and he was right. Also, Timmy was one of those people who believed in the whole ‘from hate to love’ bullshit. He was sure that Tom and you would leave each other hot and bothered and that your hatred was only an excuse to hide away the real feelings towards each other. Timmy was often jealous of your relationship with any of the Hollands. ‘Tom is a big star, you could easily fall for him’.

Tim walked over anyway.

“Uh, hey guys,” he said awkwardly. “Hi, y/n.”

“Oi, what were you doing over there with a girl who’s not y/n?” Tom pushed. “That ain’t right mate,” Tom sounded drunk.

“Tom can you please stop?” Harry asked.

“Happy Birthday, Harry,” Timmy said awkwardly. He looked over at you. “Hi.”

“What happened between you both? Did you finally break up? Wouldn’t blame you Timmy, I don’t really get why you’re dating y/n, for that matter, don’t you get tired of it?” Tom pushed.

“We’re actually on a break right now,” Timmy cleared up, angrily.

Tom’s eyes widened with shock. You didn’t want to explain anything, so you walked away.

The elevator door opened and suddenly a black-haired, blue-eyed and around your age, gorgeous man had walked in. You knew about him, he worked on another show, he was also a writer, a full time one. But you knew that he was probably only there so he could be cast, and you really wondered why they hadn’t yet. Someone as gorgeous as him needed to be on all the screens.

Yes, Joseph Holt. Of course, you knew about him, someone as perfect as him couldn’t go unnoticed. His charming smile and personality was only too much to ask for.

He grinned at you.

“Morning,” Joseph smiled and then proceeded to stare at Tom.

“Morning,” you greeted him.

He took two seconds to look at your outfit. It was neat, nice, professional, and probably better as to how he probably saw you, with bags around your eyes and multiple Starbucks cups on your hands.

“You’re y/n, right? I’ve seen you working at ‘Crooked Manners’,” he pointed out.

“Yes, and you’re Joseph, right?” You grinned. “You work at ‘A little bit of Heaven’ right? With Cassey?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he grinned and then gave a second glance to Tom. “You can call me Joe, though.”

Tom chuckled.

Joseph, Joe, turned around to see Tom. “I’m sorry, is there anything funny?”

“No, I’m sorry,” Tom grinned.

“So, you’re a writer, too?” Joe asked you.

“I am,” you closed your eyes. “Well, an assistant right now.”

Tom cleared his throat. You glared at him.

“Yes?” Joe asked.

“I’m just… I’m Tom.”

“Oh, so I did see right.” Joe nodded.

“Yeah, I’m Holland, Tom Holland,” he sassed.

“Calm down, 007,” you rolled your eyes.

“And I happen to be y/n’s boyfriend, very nice to meet you,” Tom grinned as he offered a hand to Joe.

Joe widened his eyes as he shook it. “Oh.”

“What?” You turned to Tom and nudged him. “No, no, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Ah, alright, sorry, friendship with benefits, I’m sorry darling, I thought we’d agreed on not calling it that anymore,” Tom smirked and placed his hand on your waist. Confused and angry, you pushed him off of you.

“He’s… not, no, no, nothing of that, he’s just… I know him alright?” You tried to clear up, and Joe chuckled, as confused as you were.

“That’s… alright. Do you think I could get your number?” Joe asked as he handed you his phone. “Just so.. You know we could help each other with any writing?”

“Yeah yeah, for sure, and just to clear it out, he’s not my boyfriend or anything, alright?” You cleared out as you typed in your number.

The elevator door opened up again.

“It’s fine, I’ll catch with you later, Y/N,” Joe grinned. “And um, nice meeting you, Tom.” He said as the elevator closed.

“What the fuck was that?” You turned to Tom and slapped his elbow . “What is wrong with you?”

“Ouch!” He yelled, “I’m helping you get laid,” Tom laughed.

“You… you fucking are what now?”

“I just made you at least 45% more appealing to that guy,” Tom laughed. “Please, he wouldn’t turn your way unless he knows that someone like me slept with you.”

“You’re a dickhead,” you stated.

“You know I’m right, and by your attitude lately I can actually assure you, you haven’t got any in awhile,” he noted. “I’m just trying to help you get someone to...how did he call it? write with.”

“I can handle that myself,” you snapped. “This isn’t any of your business.”

“Hm but it could be,” He smirked.

“Besides I don’t want him thinking I’d got any weird fungus down there from sleeping with you.”

Tom cackled, rolling his eyes. “You wish you had them.”

“So you admit you’ve got them?” You asked with a smirk as the door finally opened.

“I don’t--”

You got to your floor where your friends were waiting for you and were rather surprised when they saw who was behind you.

“Y/N!” Charlie called as he waved at you. He smirked. “Girl”

You stopped abruptly and turned to Tom. “The coffee is over there, I’m sure you can find your way around here, just follow the signs.”

“Ah, don’t you want me around your friends?”

“Now why would I want such a tragedy?”

He scoffed. “Fine, break a leg.”

You smiled. “Thanks, even though it’s not theatre.”

“I’m well aware of that,” he smirked and then turned around off to the cafeteria.

You made your way to your friends, also interns at the studio. Charles, who would often say his name was too absurd and proper for his personality was smirking at you proudly, while Danielle, your clumsy and rather quiet friend was rather interested in seeing Tom.

Charlie smirked and hummed. “I see, I see, strutting around with a little help, hmm classy girl, show off you’ve got pulls.”

You rolled your eyes. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Why didn’t he come and say hello?” Danielle asked with hope.

“He drove me here, and I don’t want you guys to deal with his bullshit,” you explained.

“Hmh,” Charlie stared at Tom. “Hmhm hun, I know you hate him, but homeboy is looking fine this morning.”

You raised a brow and turned around to look at him. “He’s wearing a black t-shirt,” you raised a brow. “What’s the hype about it?”

“Hm, I’m just saying I’d love to take it off,” Charlie sassed.

You rolled your eyes and turned to face your friends. “I really don’t see why you find him attractive, all his looks are erased by his personality.”

“So you do admit he’s got looks,” Charlie smirked. “I’m telling you girl, you secretly got the hots for him, and boy, I ain’t gonna blame you.”

Danielle grinned but then instantly blushed as she saw who was walking behind you.

“I forgot to ask,” Tom said, making you jump. He chuckled.

“What?” You frowned.

“I was going to ask if you wanted me to buy you anything, and I forgot I had brought you this,” Tom offered you a Lion Candy Bar. You raised your brows. “ But if you don’t want anything else… Or maybe your friends….”

“Hi!” Danielle grinned.

Joey grinned. “Hello.”

“We’re fine,” you said before your friends could keep on talking as you looked down at the chocolate “You’re being nice, what’s up?”

He grinned. “I know it’s a big day for you, I ain’t trying to mess it up and I know for a fact those are your favourites.”

“Or maybe you are, trying to freak me out by being nice,” you shrugged. “I know your games, Thomas.”

He chuckled. “Look, I just really want you to do well.”

“Thanks, now I’ll do better if you’re not around, you get me on my nerves” you pushed. “Bye.”

“I’m serious y/n, I know they’ll love you and your color-coded notes,” he chuckled. “Plus you’ve got good orthography.”

“Ah, sure that’s what they're looking for in a writer,” you laughed. “Now, please, Tom, I need to check important stuff.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” Tom grinned. “But you should loosen up a little, unless all writers look like constipated bitches.”

“Ah, original, a constipation insult, I see, you’ve learned no other insult in these last years, good to know I have to speak to you as if you were a thirteen year old boy.”

He clenched his jaw and watched you, as if he had just been challenged. “That's no way of talking to your boyfriend, darling.” Tom had placed his hands on your waist as you took them off, calmed but stiff.

“Leave,” you ordered him again.

He smirked as he stepped in closer. “How about a good luck kiss?”

You crossed your arms, and watched him judging. “Leave, Tom.”

“Such a shame, we don’t kiss that often anymore,” Tom laughed.

“We’ve never kissed,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’ve got proof we have,” he snickered and then proceeded to walk off. “Good luck, babe.”

You rolled your eyes. “I hate him.”

Charlie smirked. “You’ve kissed.”

“That’s absolutely none of your business,” you said. “Now can we please focus on…. I have an interview in an hour.”

“Darling, you’ve got some explaining to do first,” Charlie laughed. “Boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes as you headed to the small cubicle the three of you shared.

“We bumped into Joe Holt,” you explained. “And Tom said we were a couple in front of him saying that if Joe believed that Tom was dating or sleeping with me it would make me 45% more attractive.”

Danielle grinned. “Joe Holt and Tom Holland?”

“Oh god, Danielle, get a grip,” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, and did Mr. Holt talk to you?” Charlie wiggled his eyebrows.

“Asked me for my number and everything,” you said proudly. “Which… Oh god. I mean it could mean nothing but…”

“Girl, you’re on fire,” Charlie chuckled. “Though he’s just another white boy.”

You laughed. “He’s still attractive.”

“But are you ready to date?” Danielle asked.

“Oh my god, Dan, he asked her for her number, not to suck his dick,” Charlie implied, making both you and Danielle giggle awkwardly.

“But she knows what I mean!” Danielle laughed. “Just a week ago we had her crying and listening to Taylor Songs.”

“Yeah, and weren’t you seeing Timmy tomorrow?” Asked Charlie condescendingly.

“Look, I’m…I’m ready to move on, you know?” You admitted. “We talked about a break that would last for a month and we’ll see how that goes, alright?”

“I’m not trying to steal your thunder but I myself got a date tonight, so, I’m just gonna pop that in,” Charlie giggled.

“Nice,” you smirked.

“But alright, are you ready for the interview?” Dannielle asked.

Danielle, Charlie and you were kind of the golden trio of the interns, you’ve known them since college. Not a big friendship back then but when the three of you met here, a sort of friendship started.

“It’s not really an interview, you know that right?” Charlie said. “I mean, they’ll probs just tell you you’re already hired, although I heard a word that they’re working on a new series and they might get you there.”

“A new series?” You asked.

He chuckled. “You didn’t hear it from me, but the word says that they’re asking some interns to come up with a story and then...they might have their big breakout.”

“Hm,” you shrugged as you placed the chocolate on the table.

“Aren’t you going to eat that?” Questioned Danielle.

“Tom gave this to me,” you barked as if it was so obvious.

Charlie smirked as he side eyed Danielle. “When is all this going to end?”

“When is what going to end?” You frowned.

“Please,” Charlie grinned as he leaned over. “We both know you don’t hate him.”

“I do.”

“But you care for him,” Danielle pushed.

“Hatred isn’t the absence of love, alright?” You rolled your eyes. “Hatred means according to the dictionaries, intense dislike.”

“So you love him?” Danielle asked with confusion.

“Ugh, yes because they grew up together,” Charlie explained. “Gosh, Dan, do you never listen?”

“Look, I can’t stand him,” you explained. “I just really think he’s very annoying, and I’m right, he is annoying and he can’t stand me either. We’re good with that relationship.”

“Have you kissed though?”

You scofffed. “Look, maybe once when we were teens? And…” You took a deep breath. “It meant nothing, you know? It really does mean nothing, but he likes to point it out every now and then.”

“Why?”

“Look,” you closed your eyes and gulped. “He… he was kind of,” you sighed. “We were at a party”

“Oh, seven minutes in heaven?” Charlie took a sip of his coffee. “Damn.”

“Yes, but it was stupid, alright?” You rolled your eyes. “I was… 17 and I was sad because my crush was there with another girl and I wanted to make him feel jealous” You felt weird only speaking about it. “And I told him.”

“Did you ask him to kiss you?”

“Look, I was very stupid and I kind of used to have a on and off crush on him and he was already an actor” you blushed. “Look, I was very stupid I was kinda drunk, too.”

“You still kissed fucking Spiderman?” Danielle chirped.

“But it’s no big deal,” you sighed. “Now, we hate each other and haven’t kissed since, alright?”

Though, it wasn’t true. Not really. You did think of it as a deal, not a big one, but a deal. Because also, the second statement wasn’t true. Tom and you had kissed each other, three times. Only one had meant something, the first one. The other two you blamed on the heartbrakes and one on alcohol and stupidity, they didn’t mean anything. Besides, after those two, things really didn’t go well. Only the first time you ever kissed was important to you both.

But the first one, you remembered it perfectly. But it wasn’t the time to think of it, right now.

“You know I’ve got a theory,” Charlie grinned.

“Everyone does,” you rolled your eyes. “Now if you don’t mind I need to focus.”

It bothered you how every single person would try and chirp in your relationship with Tom. There was no deep meaning behind it, just two people who enjoyed annoying each other and who hated each other’s company. That was it. Even you could joke about it with Tom, just like the lunch you’d be having later, it probably being the latest attempt your mother and his had to make you guys get along. They’d make you sit down together and often leave you alone, which only ended up insulting or you guys completely ignoring each other. It was annoying.

“I have a theory,” Charlie sang anyway. “That if you guys slept with each other all of this would be gone, all your said hatred,” Charlie grinned.

“That ain’t true, and I’d never sleep with him.”

“I’m sure all of this is from the sexual tension you’ve developed all over the years,” Charlie continued.

“Sexual tension?” You laughed. “He literally called me a constipated bitch, you… you call that sexual tension?”

“Straight men are weird,” Charlie shrugged. “And please, I’ve seen how he acts around you, he’s just like a damn child all smittened with you.”

“Yes, he does check you out from time to time,” Danielle admitted.

“Only to see what he can point out and make a shitty comment from it,” you rolled your eyes. “Look, it’s not gonna happen.”

“I’m just saying that you’d get along if you were both sweating against each other, and grinding and-”

“Gross,” You interrupted him. “The only thing you’ve got right is he’s a child.”

“Besides, I can bet you that if you were to ask him to have sex with you, he’d say yes without thinking about it.”

“Why would I ask him that?” You scolded.

Danielle laughed. “Because you also secretly have a crush on him.”

You watched them with disbelief. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“Look, maybe not from you but I can assure you that Tom desires you,” Charlie grinned.

“Oh god, guys this isn’t a Sandra Bullocks movie, just shut up.” You sat down and opened up your computer to try and focus on the interview you’d have.

“Didn’t Timmy say that?” Danielle asked.

“Oh, yes, that he was sure Tom did everything he did to impress you and take you away form him,” he laughed.

“If we’re honest, Timmy thought that of any man, even of you, Charles,” you mocked with a gentle giggle.

“Besides y/n you need a rebound,” Danielle insisted.

“Tom would be a hell of a rebound,” Charlie admitted. “Oof, I bet he’s great at the aftercare.”

“Yes,” Danielle agreed. “And I think that he’s not into weird things, you know?”

“Or like, good weird, you get what I’m saying?”

You watched them annoyed. “Oh my god, guys, you are taking as if that was actually going to happen,” you shook your head.

“Look, go ahead, ask him to have sex with you,” Charlie insisted as you watched him unbothered. “Please it’d take you less than ten minutes to get you to let you fuck him.”

“Oh, and they would like fall in love with each other,” Danielle said.

“What?” Charles laughed. “Girl, no I’m just trynna get her laid.”

“But wouldn’t it be romantic? A whole enemies to lovers story?” Danielle continued.

“Maybe he’d fall in love, not me,” you said. “I could easily make him fall in love with me and I wouldn’t catch a feeling.”

“Oh, will you, now? Wanna bet?” Charlie grinned.

“I’m not having this conversation, I’d rather go back to him,” you admitted as you walked off with your computer back to where Tom was, so peacefully sitting down scrolling on his phone as he was biting on half a sandwich.

He looked up at you, and you were probably blushing. It felt weird walking back to a man whom your friends had just suggested you should sleep with.

“Hi, they’re bothering me, I can’t concentrate and I’m going to go through a breakdown if I don’t- I’m not gonna bother you alright, I just need to calm down before everything.” And you were being honest with him, and you knew he understood.

He was a jerk, but not that big of a jerk.

“Yeah, no, it’s alright, sit down,” he shrugged as he offered you a seat.

Somehow you felt calm, because he noticed you needed that.

You sat down and didn’t even look at him, although you were fighting the urge not to.But your mind was actually thinking of him, not of the past conversation, no but your first kiss together, your first kiss ever. One which wasn’t on camera.

And the time came, and you were at your interview trying your best to listen and answer perfectly, but your mind went back to that first kiss and your mind went back to the conversation you had with your friends.

But it came to the kiss, that kiss. One which you knew you shared a secret of. It had been all you could expect from a first kiss, sweet and clumsy and very quick, a small peck on the lips he’d given you. And although, it had been weird.

You remembered it, Tom had noticed you were down and not even coming up with comebacks. You were tired, your friend Fabiola, the only one of your friends who remained with virgin lips had given her first kiss, with that kid Aaron with the red backpack.

So you remained to be the only one of your friends without a first kiss. There you were, a pathetic kid who was too busy writing stories and filming videos with younger kids that you had forgotten to have a first kiss.

You were watching as Tom was playing video games and you hadn’t once asked for the controller. It was one of his free days he had from Billy Elliot, and you weren’t sure why he had invited you.

“Okay, what’s up?” Tom asked, pausing the game.

You didn’t even look at him.

“Y/N, why aren’t you playing?” He pushed

You looked down at your pink chipped nails. “Am I ugly?”

“Yes, next question.”

You sighed. “Tom, I’m serious.”

“I am, too, what’s the deal?” He frowned and then started the game again.

“All my friends have given their first kiss,” you bit your lip. “And I haven’t. Is it because I’m ugly?”

“Well, do you have anyone you could kiss?”

“Well, not really.” You frowned.

He shrugged. “Then you’re ugly and alone.”

You frowned. “Have you had your first kiss?”

“I’ve had girlfriends, y/n.”

“See? You’re ugly and you’ve had your first kiss, it must be something else.”

“Your personality is ugly, too,” he pointed out. “Seems like you’re not gonna have a first kiss, ever.”

“Well I must, someday, don’t you think?”

Tom shrugged.

“Would I be that bad of an option for a kiss?” You asked sincerely.

He paused the game, and coughed. “I mean.”

You raised your brows. “What?”

“Not really.”

“Who was your first kiss? Angela?” You asked, knowing he had a crush on her. “Or another girlfriend?”

“I haven’t kissed anyone,” He admitted. “It’s… scary, you know?”

“How so?”

“I don’t know how to do it.” He blushed. “I...I get nervous just thinking about it.”

“Please, how difficult can it be? You just place your lips together,” you pointed out.

Tom frowned. “What do you know? You’ve never kissed anyone.”

“But I’ve seen movies,” you pointed out. “Look, let’s… watch a movie and maybe you can learn.”

Tom wrinkled his nose. “I’m not watching a movie, y/n, I know how it’s supposed to go.”

“Then why haven’t you done it?”

He frowned. “I dunno.”

You both stayed on the couch with your arms crossed. It seemed like you both knew the answer to your problem but neither of you wanted to address it. You stayed quiet, for a long time, on the edges of the couch, avoiding eye contact.

“Do you think we should-?” Tom asked.

“No.”

“Why not?” Tom frowned.

“Would you?”

“I-No, no.”

“Well,” you gulped. “Or….? Would you kiss me?”

“No…” Tom paused. “Not here on the couch.”

You stayed quiet again.

“I mean,” Tom intruded. “We could go outside.”

“Outside?” You looked at him. “Really?”

“But it would mean nothing, right?” He coughed. “Just so we can say we’ve kissed someone.”

“Yes.”

“Right.”

You both ran to the backyard where you were both sweating nervously. He watched you.

“We can’t tell anyone,” he said.

“No, no, we won’t,” you agreed, nodding quickly.

He took a deep breath watching you.

“Well, get it done already!” You chirped nervously.

He leaned over but giggled and backed away.

You laughed with him. “What?”

“I dunno, what if I ruin it?” Tom asked.

“I wouldn’t know this is my first kiss, too!” You said, nervously. You were getting butterflies in your stomach and you were sure your cheeks were getting red. Tom was made a tomato and he was shaking.

“Okay,” he gulped. “Uh.”

“Wait, but, in movies, the guy… usually holds the girl’s face,” you explained.

He nodded. “Right.”

“And the girl…” You were sure your stomach was going to explode. “Usually has her hand on his neck.”

And before you knew it, you were holding each other.

Tom gulped as he stared at you and you could see each and every freckle on his face.

“Okay, close--close your eyes,” he said as he cupped your face.

You did, and before you could think of it, Tom had placed his lips on yours, and you had pressed yours against his. 5 seconds, that’s how long it had lasted before you both pulled away and pushed each other away.

And you had gotten nervous enough, enough to even get you to run to the bathroom and throw up.

Just like you were about to throw up now.

“So I’m very glad, y/n, you’re very talnted and we’d like to offer a place in here, however, well you might have heard of this, but we’re looking for a fresh new story, we’re talking about giving you a big shot, write a story based on a personal experience, you see the idea of the new series is to make it as human as possible so we’re asking all of you, if we can work on it.”

“Oh, I didn’t know about it,” you lied. “That sounds interesting.”

“Well, it’s anything really, but alright, do you have any ideas to pitch in?” Your boss, Alessandra, asked.

“Right now?”

“Yes, anything. Let’s see that creative side of yours, I’m not telling you to give me the whole story, maybe just a prompt from your life.”

“Hm,” you bit your lip. “I... well, I’ll.... do something about childhood enemies to lovers, maybe.”

“Hm, a classic, happened to you? Did you fall in love with your childhood enemy?”

“I... well,” you cleared your throat. “Not really,” you squeezed your eyes. You were very nervous. “I mean, I’m kind of... trying to make that happen.” You were speaking without even thinking about it.

“Oh, how so?” She raised her brow.

“Well, I was trying to prove to a friend that I could make my enemy fall in love with me and I wouldn’t catch any feelings.”

Alessandra smirked. “I love that, work on it, do it, keep a journal of it, write it, make it entertaining and tell me the results, ooh, I really like that, ”Alessandra grinned as she looked up. She often did that when writing as if she was seeing the picture in her head. “It’d need to have a catchy name... But sounds promising.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, it can involve drama, love, humour, it’s perfect, we’ll see, and it’s the best way to hurt an enemy, so chop chop, go do it, I trust you, and we’ll see you in a month, keep a journal of it, remember, thank you y/n.”

You thanked her and did the exact same thing you’d done after giving your first kiss. You ran to the bathroom and threw up.

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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I Don’t Need a Babysitter (1/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Warnings: Uhmmmm…violence kinda? Cursing probably? Word Count: 1.8k Requested: @lemontree205

Part Two

“Hey Bats, I could really use a favor.”

“Hal Jordan asking for my help. What could be so important?”

“The Corps is sending me on another deep space mission. I’m still not sure how long I’ll be gone.”

“I’m sure we can hold down the fort here on Earth without you Hal.”

“No…that’s not. Listen, my kid sister is at Gotham University. I’d been checking up on her, but now I won’t be able to.”

Bruce held up his hand in acknowledgement. “You got it Hal.”

“Listen, she doesn’t know…”

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on going up to her in the Bat suit.”

“Awe man, so even she’ll know who Batman is before I do?”

“No.” Before Hal could question him further, Bruce climbed into the Zeta Tube and was gone.

“Alright boys. I have an assignment for you.” Bruce looked around at his boys all sitting at the dining room table. “Y/N Y/L/N.” He threw a file on the table.

“What’d she do? Drug runner? Arms dealer? Assassin?” Jason started spurting off anything he could think of.

“GL’s half-sister?” Tim questioned as he scanned through the file.

“Don’t tell me we are babysitting.” Jason huffed out, clearly agitated.

“No. I just need someone to check on her every day. You can all take turns.”

“How did you rope us into this?” Dick arched his eyebrow and smirked towards his adoptive father.

“Hal asked for a favor. And it’s family.”

“Alright, we’ll check on the brat. Is she at least close by?” Jason words were sharp yet understanding. It was for family.

“Gotham University, Junior, Double Major, Physics and Structural Engineering.” Tim rattled off the facts in the file.

“I still do not see the purpose in this. Can the girl not defend herself?” Damian finally spoke up.

“I’m sure she can, but I’d rather be safe.” Bruce tried to explain to his youngest.

“I’ll take tomorrow.”

“Jay, did I just hear you offer to take the first shift?” Dick’s eyebrows raised questioningly.

“I figure then I won’t have to ruin my weekend.”

As night fell Jason left for patrol. He stopped by your apartment every few hours, watching as all you seemed to do was study. Finally, Jason got bored and headed back to the cave.

“This girl is so boring. Why does she need us to check on her?” Jason complained to Tim as soon as he arrived.

“I’m sure Hal is just worried. He doesn’t know how long this mission will take.”

“Well, fair warning…bring a book on your shift.”

This went on for a few weeks and all the boys were getting bored with your lifestyle.

“I don’t understand how all she does is study.” Jason complained yet again.

“I have theorized she simply has no companions.” Damian joined in.

“Maybe she just prefers her studies. People can be tiresome.” Tim reasoned, understanding of your demeanor.

“But even you break away from the computer sometimes Timmy.” Dick pointed out.

“It just baffles me that she’s related to Hal at all.” Tim thought about the Green Lantern’s personality in comparison to yours. “Wait…it’s Wednesday night. Whose turn is it? Shouldn’t they be out by now?”

The boys all looked around at one another, unsure of whose shift it was.

Finally. You thought peering out your window. There was no sign of any vigilantes staring you down. Though you had to admit, their presence did force you to study a lot more than usual. Worried that your time was limited, you stalked out of your apartment and headed to an abandoned warehouse – your usual training spot.

Your muscles ached at the movements. The two weeks you had gone without were really taking their toll. You stepped out of the warehouse and immediately realized you’d been found. Shit. Not only could you feel someone watching you, your eyes darted immediately to the vigilante. You just told them more than they needed to know with one look.

They soon figured out that Jason, unshockingly, was the one missing patrol. He set out immediately and a panic set in when he got to your apartment and you were no where in sight. Thankfully, with Tim’s help they were able to trace your location.

Jason waited on a nearby rooftop, catching glimpses of your routine through the dirty and broken windows. What is she doing? Your eyes darted to him as soon as you stepped outside. That couldn’t be a coincidence. That skill comes with training. He waited, wondering what you would do next, though he was slightly disappointed, as you continued forward as if you hadn’t seen him at all. That’s impossible right. She looked right at me. Didn’t she?

You knew you had to play this right. Hal had gone too far sending babysitters while he was away. As if you didn’t know he was a Green Lantern. As if he thought you couldn’t take care of yourself. You decided to pretend as if you hadn’t seen Red Hood at all, going on your way back to your apartment. Though you were disappointed you didn’t see any action tonight, at least you were able to train. As you got back you immediately went to sleep, hoping to throw off any suspicions the vigilante had.

Now she’s just going to sleep? I need to get into that warehouse. Jason headed back the way you came and crawled in through one of the broken windows. He looked around, both in confusion and shock. Targets littered with bullets and arrows filled the walls. Training dummies and equipment were scattered about the space. Upon further investigation he even stumbled upon a locked room. He rang Tim upon seeing the security system connected to the door.

“Hey Timbo, you busy?”

“I guess not. What did do you? Did you find Y/N?”

“Yeah yeah, she’s asleep. I’m looking into something and it’s got a security system. Do you have a minute to hack it?”

“I suppose, but you owe me. Take my shift tomorrow for babysitting.”

“Done.” Jason would’ve offered to take it anyways. You were just starting to get interesting.

Jason was in awe as he pushed open the door. The weapons and gadgets cache was truly impressive, especially for a college student. There can’t be a vigilante in Gotham we don’t know about…right? He thought to himself as he rifled through your stash. Jason was fully invested and completely caught off guard when you approached behind him, pistol aimed at his chest.

“Care to leave my shit alone Hood?”

“Care to tell me why you have all this shit?”

“Not really.” Silence ensued as he slowly picked up one of the throwing knives and inspected it. You holstered your gun, “Look. If my brother sent you, I’m releasing you from service. Clearly, I can take care of myself.”

“But you were so boring!”

“Yeah, on purpose. So you idiots would leave me alone. You weren’t exactly subtle with the check-ins.” You walked over and grabbed the throwing knife from his hand. “Then again neither was Hal.”

“Wait, you know?”

“Dude, he’s not exactly subtle with the glowing green shit.”

“Hm. So are you a vigilante? Why haven’t I heard of you?”

“Probably because I don’t go around in some ridiculous costume.”

“Ha! So you are a vigilante.”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know if I would call it that. Either way, your services aren’t needed.”

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t think I could get out of them. Batman kinda promised your brother we’d keep an eye on you.”

“Wow. He must be desperate to ask the Bat for a favor. What happened?”

“Uhm…I’m not sure –” Jason words were cut off as you brought a small dagger to his throat. “Okay okay.” He threw his hands up in defense. “All Hal said was the Corps were sending him on a deep space mission. He didn’t know how long before he would be back.”

“He’s been on those before. What are you not telling me?”

“That’s all I know!”

You sighed, dropping the dagger to the floor. “Dammit Hal.” You mumbled, knowing full well there was more to this.

“So why,” Jason gestured around, “all this.”

“It started a few months after Hal became Green Lantern…wait, what am I getting out of telling you this?”

“How about I help you find out what’s really going on.” You look at him, skeptical. “I guarantee I have a lot more resources than you, no offense.”

“Fine.” You continued with your story, “Anyways, as soon as I found out I knew the idiot would become a target. Me being family, automatically makes me a target too.”

“So this is all out of self-preservation?” Jason questioned, he had watched you for weeks, he knew there had to be more to it.

“Yes and no. I never want to make Hal chose between saving me or saving the world. Hell even saving me or saving one other person. So I began to train and every now and then I head to the Narrows to get some real world experience…with the added bonus of helping people.”

From then on the two of you were virtually inseparable. Jason did everything he could to get his brothers shifts to watch you. Whether it was making bets he knew he would lose or asking for favors. He always made sure you knew if he wasn’t your babysitter for the night. Unfortunately, the two of you had found virtually nothing on why your brother was so worried about you. Granted you didn’t have much to go on to begin with.

“He’s hiding something, right?” Dick asked Tim and Damian one night while Jason was out with you.

“It does seem like Todd has been trying to obtain babysitting duty. He purposefully lost a bet with Drake just yesterday.” Damian commented on the matter.

“And one with me last week.”

“You don’t think he’s skipping out?” Tim asked with a worried expression.

“He better not, Bruce would have all our heads. Look up his location.” Dick motioned to Tim, suddenly concerned about his brother’s nightly activities.

Tim’s eyes grew wide. “He’s at a warehouse.”

“What? Where?”

“Dick…there’s something we didn’t tell you. Remember that night we forgot whose turn it was?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Y/N wasn’t at her apartment. I was able to trace her through traffic cams to a warehouse. This warehouse.”

“And now they are back there?”

“That’s not all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I didn’t think it meant anything. But later that same night Jason had me hack a security system. I checked his location…he was back at that warehouse.”

“So what is it?”

“It seems to have been abandoned years ago.”

“Why do we not just go see for ourselves?” Damian interjected.

“Good point, Dami. Let’s suit up…just in case.”

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miss-choco-chips · 4 years

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The dangers of sugar coating

Dick tries to give his little brother nice things (and fucks up), Tim is paranoid (and too tired to think clearly), and Damian thinks they might actually be a good team (while they plot Santa Claus’ downfall).

(Beacuse @animemangasoul and I decided we’ve been too rough with Tim lately, so I tried to give him some batfamily fluff. Somewhere along the way I fucked up and ended with this. No edit, pure crack)

-----.------

-Before I tell you anything, you need to promise me you won’t get mad.

The Bruce of ten years ago, new to parenting and oblivious to its dangers, would have done his best to emulate any ‘How to be a good Dad- guide for new, utterly lost fathers’ book. Now, though, tired after raising Dick to semi-adulthood and still hurting over Jason’s… Jason, he knew better. Life had toughtened him up.

So he didn’t raise his eyes from his newspaper, and gave into the urge of sipping his coffee before humming under his breath. Not even the slightest show of acceptance over those terms.

If Dick was asking that, instead of hiding whatever this was or dealing with it himself, it meant the situation was either out of his control, bound to make its way to Bruce eventually, or both.

Probably both.

-Come on, B, just promise you won’t get all passive aggressive bitch on me. I did it for the greater good...

Another hum.

However, Dick has spent the same amount of time learning under his guide than he had raising him, so the younger was bound to develop some of his own tactics.

-...and I did it because Tim obviously needed it, so…

Warning bells ringing in his mind, Bruce gave up and shoot Dick a look. He didn’t seem overly guilty, so whatever this was, it probably wasn’t irreversible. But he was also shifting his weight from one leg to the other nervously, so… there was a catch here.

-What did you do?

-You didn’t promise.

-I won’t take your allowance away, but I may yell. It depends on how convincingly you make your case -compromise, he had learned after many, many mistakes, was as good a plan as any.

-Deal -then, quickly, like ripping off a bandaid:- I might have made Tim slightly more neurotic than he was. On accident.

The bells turned into firefighter’s sirens.

-What did you do?

They have had the fifteen year old living in the mannor for a few weeks at most. They couldn't possibly have already broken him, right?

Right?

Dick winced, but sat down by Bruce’s left (the side closest to the dining room’s window), which meant this was the only issue, but a hard to explain one.

-You see… We were talking, bonding over childhood memories and stuff, and… you know how christmas is just around the corner, and I asked him about Santa. I mean, obviously he doesn’t believe in that now, but the thing is, he never did.

-He’s too smart for that -growled Bruce, impatiente to get to the point and figure out just how much damage control would he be doing.

-No, his parents were too shitty. They were never there on Christmas, so no gifts under the tree unless he put them there himself, and whenever that happened, it was because his parents sent them and he wrapped them himself. Also no surprises, because he was the one asking for specific stuff. And I got a little sad, because how can a kid never believe in Santa? Like, come on. It’s part of the concept of childhood innocence. So...

Bruce waited a few beats, but Dick didn’t follow up. See, this was the moment where his parenting books would suggest waiting until the kid was good and ready for sharing his thoughts. But, since this was his younger child at stake here, he couldn't allow himself the luxury of letting a single second go.

-And? -he prompted, as gently as he could, trying not to spook Dick into abandoning ship.

-And I sort of… convinced him that Santa was real. Like, a full out super powered meta whose purpose in life was to bring joy to all of us. I texted Barbara and she planted some old looking reports on the batcomputer about it, to give credibility to the lie. I even drew parallels with Batman being thought of as a myth outside of Gotham to support the ‘Santa is real, people just don’t believe in him’ thing. And, after some hours of convincing and with Babs’ help, he bought it. So now, if Tim approaches you about it, you better back me up, because otherwise you would be ruining the last vestige of innocence Tim might still keep. Downside, though, Tim is now holed up in his bedroom searching the deep web for any Santa related info he can get his nerdy little paws on.

Silence in the room. Dick blurted out a goodbye and jumped out of the window. Bruce didn’t get up to check if he had landed safely on the other side. He probably had.

Tired, he looked down at his coffee. Black, just like he needed it now.

He should have stopped at zero children.

----.----

Cassie watched, with no small amount of unholy glee, as Tim thoroughly convinced both Kon and Bart of Santa’s existence. One a clone with little social understanding and the other from a very dark future, they were unsurprisingly easy to convince.

This was the kind of hilarious shit that made being in a superhero team worth it. All the life and death situations were balanced out by this kind of drama-like absurdity.

Even better was Tim’s completely fucked up perspective on the matter.

-So you’re saying Santa is not only real, but a deranged psychopath? Who’s probably both a pedofile and a mind controlling scumbag? -Kon tilted his head, both confused and esceptic.

Cassie did her utmost best to keep a straight face while nodding along, as if everything Tim had laid down in front of them made perfect sense.

-I thought it was stupid, too. But Dick showed me evidence, old reports, both handwritten and digital, and I found footage of Santa sneaking into the Manor when he was still young, deeply buried in the Batcomputer mainframe.

-Couldn’t that video be, you know… made up? -Bart asked, frown unusual on him firmly in place.

-If it was anywhere else? Sure. But this is The Batcomputer we’re talking about. Why would Batman have that kind of thing there? It was too heavily protected to be placed there as decoy for anyone hacking, not like they could ever get over Oracle’s firewalls. Besides, what reason would Batman have to invent this? I’m fifteen, I don’t need the ‘Santa fantasy’. The only believable answer is that Santa is real and very dangerous, and some people have taken his name for capitalism’s sake and made a holiday out of that and some religious backing, to get more people roped up into it. The true mastermind is obviously hiding somewhere out there, and the Christmas propaganda is merely a means to get funding for his devious plots.

Both metas hummed thoughtfully, Superboy even crossing his arms as he examined the pile of photos and papers Tim had laid out in front of them. Bart was nodding, hand cupping his jaw. The looked dead serious.

Cassie wanted to excuse herself to use the toilet (lead lidden because this was Gotham, specifically Tim’s secret place, so of course it was super-proof) so she could laugh her ass off, but the temptation of seeing this trainwreck to its fiery end was too strong.

It was taking up all of her amazonian training to keep her straight face, though. Diana would be so proud.

-I even searched the deep web for Santa related crimes, and looked up his name in disturbing forums. You wouldn't believe what some people, serial killers and rapists both, do using Christmas as a theme. I couldn't sort through it all, it was that sick.

Kon looked utterly disturbed- So what do we do now? Christmas is just around the corner!

Bart got up and started pacing back and forth- We need to hunt this dude down. Christmas is about goodness and family! We can’t let this, this… psychopath ruin it! Think about the children of the world!!

Oh god, this was getting even better.

-But how? The man sounds like a velocist of some kind, I mean, running and leaving gifts everywhere in the world in the span of a few hours? How are we even gonna catch him?

-Maybe if we dress up as Elves? -Cassie couldn't stop herself from suggesting, voice choked in her effort to be serious, but most likely interpreted by the boys as clogged up on rage- From what Tim wrote here -she raised a paper from the pile, hand shaking- it looks like they are his mind-controlled slaves. If he thinks we ran from his captivity, he might take us to the North Pole with him to brainwash us again… Oh, but I probably shouldn't dress up, so you know, I can be back up if he manages to catch you three…

-That’s a great idea! -Bart’s skinny arms wrapped themselves around her neck, and she took the chance to hide her face in his mane of hair, corners of her mouth twitching up.

-Should I also record it? -she asks, almost begging- In case people don’t believe us later, when we have to explain why we imprisoned Santa.

-Yes, I think that might be wise -Tim conceded, eyes scanning his papers again.

Thank the gods. That tape was going to be Cassie’s most precious treasure forever.

-I think he has a way of controlling people’s minds too. Like, parents and stuff. And then he makes them be the ones to give his children gifts in his name, as a way of gaining their trust. Sick fucker.

-So you think it’s a kinky thing for him?

-Kon, he literally categorizes kids as ‘good’ or ‘naughty’.

-You are right, we need to stop this bastard.

Cassie loved her boys so, so much. She also owed Dick Grayson the biggest high five.

----.----

Red Hood was just lighting up a cigarette when he saw Red Robin making his way to his rooftop. Cursing, he dropped the entire thing and kicked it away. The brat knew Jason smoked, but Dick had been on his ass lately about being a good brother, and he still felt kinda bad about trying to kill the kid twice, so he was actually trying to set a good example.

Besides, out of the two possible little brothers to take under his wing, he certainly drew the lucky ticket, because while Dickie had gotten stranded with the pompous brat, Jason had the all around good kid circling his radar more often than not. Like, Tim had broken him out of prison, a little after Jason had done his best to end his life; he couldn't get more forgiving and nice than that. It certainly beat making a murder League child let go of his katana on a nightly basis.

-I need your help.

He blinked. While they certainly had worked cases together in the past, they were always preluded by some kind of smalltalk, little banter, at least a ‘hello’. Not this straight to the point bullshit.

He had the urge to take out his guns, to protect them both of any threat following Red Robin here. He refrained.

-What’s the matter, babybird? What’s wrong?

Tim looked almost frazzled. The cowl was hanging around his neck, just a domino preserving his identity, and his hair was a knotted mess. Disveleshed was too little a word for his state.

-We need to make a plan to catch Santa Claus before Christmas this year. His reign of terror must end. It’s still not too late.

Yeah, okay, he might need that cigarette after all, to hell with Dick’s bitching. Besides, how bad of a influence could that be, when this kid was obviously already on some kind of drugs? Like, Santa? Really?

-What… do you mean?

What followed was an hour long rant on the dangers of a super powered, evil version of the myth that Tim had somehow cooked up on his mind.

Was this real? The kid looked far too distraught for a joke.

-… Does Nightwing know about this? -whatever ‘this’ was- Bats?

Tim shook his hands frantically. Jason was legit getting worried.

-N was the one who told me about Santa -there, he knew this smelled like a Golden Boy trademark fuck up-, but he seems to be under his spell. Bruce as well. They tried to convince me he is some kind of good-hearted samaritan. Jason -he stated, breaking the no names during patrol rule, a show of just how deep into the rabbit hole he was- you wouldn't believe what I found on the deepweb. Joker’s yearly special seems tame in comparison.

That, Jason could believe. But he was also fairly sure you could type about any word in the darkest side of the net, and find half a dozen kinky or deranged things that matched. Santa-temed crimes? More likely than anyone would believe. Real life Santa doing the deed? Not so much.

Tim had been too young when Dick lied to his face, most likely. And nowadays, the young vigilante was running on three hours of sleep on a good week. And it wasn’t even too far fetched to believe, on their line of business, specially when dealing with metas and supervillains day in and day out.

Still…

-Kid, I don’t know how to tell you this, but… Santa isn’t real -he told him, slowly, hands raised as if to touch his shoulders but not daring to actually make contact. Tim looked so manic he might actually nerve strike him.

The icy blue eyes were hidden under his mask, but Jason knew from the way he tensed that Tim was terrified.

-He got to you, too -he whispered, almost too softly for him to hear. Then, without giving Jason the chance to inquire further, he turned tail and disappeared into the night.

....

He really needed that cigarette.

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When Drake told the family he was taking Damian under his wing for a case, everyone seemed so happy he couldn't just shoot the other man down. Besides, reluctant as he was to admit it, Red Robin was the superior detective in the entirety of the team, so there would be rewards for taking the blow to his pride and working with him.

He expected to be directed through some easy case, maybe a little puzzling but not too challenging. Or be sidelined while Drake worked through things, so he could learn by example.

This, though, this he hadn’t foresaw.

This case was way more serious.

-How come Father has allowed this depravancy to continue?! -exclaimed Damian, hands gripping the sheets of information tightly- This ‘Santa’s’ influence has been permitted to cement on too many people already! And it keeps growing!

-I know. Fuck, I know. But I can’t get anyone to help me. My team knows, but sadly we aren’t enough. Bruce and Dick don’t believe me, and neither does any other hero I contacted on the matter. It’s just like when B was missing in time; they either think I’m crazy, or try to sugarcoat things, like they would with a baby.

Damian snorted, disbelieving. Whatever his opinion might be on his predecessor, he at least knew to trust his insight in a case. Grandfather himself had recognized his genius on that field.

They were on Drake’s perch, his center of operations outside of Batman’s influence. He would never admit it out loud, but if Damian ever needed his own batcave, it would be just like this one.

Now, the long table in front of him was completely covered in information, case reports, photos taken from live footage, deepweb forums’ conversations, history books…

-And you say this… monster, targets children?

-I mean, he brainwashes the parents too, but that seems like a plot to both increase his economic funds and to gain the children’s trust.

-How are you so sure they are his objective?

-The parents tell their children Santa is ‘always observing them’, and ask if they ‘have been good’ that year. If they aren’t perceived as obedient, Santa leaves them coal, which incentives them to do their best to change that by next year’s christmas.

-Maybe the coal and gifts have mind control devices, or some magic?

-My thoughts exactly.

Damian frowns even deeper. He’s glad Drake is taking his detective training seriously, but if father himself is being deceived, he wonders what can the two of them (plus Drake’s team) do.

-What about Todd? Red Hood is proclaimed as Saint Protector of Children in Crime Alley, after all. He certainly has opinions about this ‘Santa’ person.

Timothy shakes his head- He got Jason too. I suspect he’s been under his control ever since he was a child at the manor.

-So, we are alone in this.

-Essentially, yes. Thankfully, not everyone celebrates christmas. Some religions flat out forbid it, so we won’t have as much ground to cover when we lay out a trap. We could choose a close by location and plan around it.

He nods, back straight with purpose. He -and Drake, he supposes- would be freeing Father and Grayson, along with the rest of the victims, from this madman’s control. Maybe even Todd, if he has the time.

-I’m with you on this endeavor, Drake.

-Good. Remember we need to act natural in front of the family. If Santa catches wind of what we’re doing, he might focus his efforts in getting to us.

Damian wants to say to let him come, he would show him why it's a bad idea to mess with his family. But Drake is, admittedly, the superior detective, and it seems he’s been working on this for a long time now. Damian will defer to his judgement this one time.

Drake’s superior knowledge and Damian’s unrivaled training might be what’s needed to orchestrate this ‘Santa’s’ downfall.

They will be a good team, he thinks.

#My writing #Tim Drake #batfamily #Batfamily Fanfic #core four #Dick grayson #Bruce Wayne #cassie sandsmark #kon el kent #conner kent #bart allen #jason todd #Damian wayne #this is just crack guys #Tim thinks Santa is out to get everyone #he's a tired boy okay #no edit #tw: mentions of child abuse #nothing graphic just Tim doing typical comic book research

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spookyrobbins · 3 years

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dialogue game part 3.

PS. thank you for indulging this, I really appreciate it.

1) "stop. don't... don't touch me like you still love me "

2) "I really can't leave the two of you alone, can I?"

3) "tomorrow. you and I. 6 AM . I'm taking you for a morning run. and you're not allowed to complain. not a word."

4) "you don't want to let Arizona drink bourbon, trust me"

5) "do you ever think that if we had been ordinary people, we would've lived our happily ever after? no heartbreak, no major trauma, no planes falling off the sky? just us and our ten kids. forever."

6) "after what I did to you... I couldn't manage to look at my reflection in the mirror without feeling like I had to throw up for months. and I couldn't look at you either. because I love you and I hate myself for hurting you. that's something I'll never forgive myself for."

7)"those fucking shoes are going to give me a heart attack some day, I swear to God."

8) "do we really need that many sprinkles?"

i defs did the last one wrong lol but here you go, these are very fun !!

1) "stop. don't... don't touch me like you still love me "

“Arizona-”

“Stop. Just… No. Don’t… don’t touch me like you still love me.”

“Arizona, I-”

“You left! You walked out - you don’t get to come here a week later and try to make yourself feel better by swooping in and… and… just no, you don’t get to do this. You can’t do this.”

“I just want-”

“I never thought of you as cruel. But I also thought we were better, so jokes on me, huh?”

2) "I really can't leave the two of you alone, can I?"

“Mommy, look, Mama helped me with my project! Isn’t it awesome?”

“It is certainly very, er, sparkly. I’m sure it’s the most awesome project on… the Battle of Bunker Hill? I really can’t leave the two of you alone, can I?”

“It is very historically accurate.”

“Calliope, I really don’t know how seriously I can take you in that wig. I’m not sure white is your colour.”

3) "tomorrow. you and I. 6 AM . I'm taking you for a morning run. and you're not allowed to complain. not a word."

The night before: “Tomorrow. You and I. 6 AM. I’m taking you for a morning run. And you’re not allowed to complain. Not a word.”

“Arizona, what the actual fuck? Are you trying to murder me?”

“Calliope, that was a mile and a half. At a 12 minute pace. I normally do like 5 miles.”

“Yeah, well, I bet your mom dropped you on your head when you were a baby or something.”

“Nope. My dad did drop Tim once. Now, up and at ‘em, soldier. Trust me, it’s better you do this with me than starting with the Colonel next month. I’m a lot nicer and a lot cuter.”

“My athletic skills rest in other areas. Like yoga. I’m very flexible.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Maybe we could go practice some, hm, yoga?”

“After another mile and a half, sure thing.”

“I hate you!”

“Love you too, babe!”

4) "you don't want to let Arizona drink bourbon, trust me"

“Where’s Arizona?”

“Oh, she’s up with Karev. I think they’re doing shots of the bourbon that a patient’s father gave them.”

“Wait, bourbon?”

“That’s what I said, is your hearing going, Torres?”

“Aw crap. You don’t want to let Arizona drink bourbon, trust me. It’s not… not great.”

“What? Does she get more perky? Or let me guess she starts singing Disney songs?”

“No, Mark, she’ll probably try to fight you. Something about the bourbon really brings out the Marine brat. Oh crap, Arizona, do not arm wrestle Alex!”

5) "do you ever think that if we had been ordinary people, we would've lived our happily ever after? no heartbreak, no major trauma, no planes falling off the sky? just us and our ten kids. forever."

“Do you ever think that if we had been ordinary people, we would’ve lived our happily ever after? No heartbreak, no major trauma, no planes falling out of the sky? Just us and our ten kids. Forever.”

“Aw, c’mon now, that’s what makes us interesting at parties.”

“I was being serious, Calliope.”

“I dunno. Probably. But for the record, this right here, being here with you and Sofia and baby, that feels pretty close to a happily ever after in my books.”

“I didn’t think you cared. You… you just shut down and it’s like you turn into this shell of a person! You broke me, Arizona, and I didn’t think you cared and now you want me to believe that you do?”

“I don’t even know what there is to say to you. I don’t… I never want to hurt you, but that seems like that’s all I do these days. After what I did to you... I couldn't manage to look at my reflection in the mirror without feeling like I had to throw up for months. And I couldn't look at you either. Because I love you and I hate myself for hurting you. That's something I'll never forgive myself for. I can’t ask for your forgiveness because I can’t forgive myself. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I don’t deserve you. I… I… I should go.”

“God damnit, you don’t get to do this! Or have you forgotten that we’re married? You don’t get to just burn everything down and walk away. That is not how this works. You ruined everything and I am so mad at you and I want to hate you. Believe me, I really do. But… but I can’t, so we are going to work through this, got it?”

7)"those fucking shoes are going to give me a heart attack some day, I swear to God."

“Jesus Christ! We need to put a bell on you or something!”

“Kinky”

“Don’t you have a surgery or something, Teddy?”

“It’s not my fault heelys are quiet, Calliope.”

“Those fucking shoes are going to give me a heart attack someday, I swear to God!”

“Those ‘fucking shoes’, as you put it, are awesome and I won’t listen to you spiel about risk factors again. Now, are you coming to lunch with me or not?”

“Does lunch mean something else?”

“Oh my God, Teddy, go away!”

8) "do we really need that many sprinkles?"

“Are you sure about this, Sof? Do we really need that many sprinkles?”

“Yes, Mama. This is how Nana makes it. Don’t you know how to decorate a cake?”

“I just don’t think you’re supposed to use three bottles of, erm, why are there so many dinosaur sprinkles?”

“Because I like dinosaurs.”

“Isn’t the cake for Mommy though?”

“Mommy likes me, so she’ll like the dinosaurs.”

“Can’t argue with that logic, I suppose.”

#ask games #no post on sundays #anon

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pop-culturereference · 4 years

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Up High

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson

Relationship: Damian Wayne and Tim Drake

Summary: After KGBeast shoots Dick, Damian is angry. He even contemplates killing KGBeast. Good thing Tim is there to talk him down. (Even if Damian was tempted to kill the KGBeast, he would not actually do it. idk what DC was thinking with this arc in Teen Titans.)

From the tallest building in Blüdhaven, the city was completely different. Damian sat, dangling and swinging his legs, as the sun rose and shone off of the water in the bay. Up close, Damian knew, the water was murky and clogged with bobbing debris, but the glint of the sun hid that from him when he saw it from all the way up here. It was quiet; the noise of the streets didn’t reach up here—the workers cleaning the streets, the screeching of the metro, the shouting.

Grayson had taught him to love places like this. Up high, everything was different. Grayson had called it “a clearer perspective.” He’d told Damian, “I come up here to re-orient myself. You know, Robin, when you’re down there, everything is so up-close and you’re right in the thick of it. The buildings are taller than you, you get shoved and pushed in the crowd, and the streetlamps are just bright enough to show you all the rats crawling out of the sewers.” He’d taken off Batman’s cowl then, and ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s the same thing with being Robin. You have to look at it like this. That way, instead of showing you the rats, the streetlights are like stars.”

Damian had scoffed. At the time, he didn’t believe anything Grayson told him: he wasn’t Damian’s father; his father was dead, and Grayson thought he could replace him. Now, though, he felt like Grayson’s words had seeped down into his bones.

That was good, because Grayson probably wouldn’t be saying any more of that; it was Damian’s duty now to hold onto as much of him as he could. Just after Damian thought he had his brother back, KGBeast had shot him in the head, and he was gone again. That was what brought him up here: he needed a clearer perspective. He itched to kill KGBeast. It scraped at his every thought. He couldn’t go a day without rage crawling in him.

How was any of this fair? First, Damian had died. Then, he came back to life, but Grayson was dead. They’d been reunited and things had miraculously worked out, and Damian had been almost ready to believe that the world was a genuinely good place. But after all that, after things aligning so well, finding hope, KGBeast had ruined it. Grayson deserved better, and KGBeast deserved worse.

Damian kicked his legs harder against the concrete of the building. Above the city like this was the perfect place to make his choice.

Grayson was the one who’d taught him the value of life. He would be disappointed in Damian if he killed the KGBeast. Damian could already picture the look: Grayson standing sternly with his hands on his hips, but sadness and pity in his eyes. Grayson would never make that look again. Grayson was no longer Grayson.

Something had to be done. The world was unfair, and Damian wasn’t going to wait for it to take away the only good things he had left. Grayson was gone and Ric wouldn’t care; Ric didn’t even like Damian.

Earlier that day, when they were finally allowed into the hospital after the surgery, Damian planned to tell Grayson about the animals. He always liked hearing about them; he would smile, ask questions, and try to ruffle Damian’s hair, so Damian hoped that it would distract him from the possibility of forced retirement from Nightwing.

“I am teaching Ace how to open doors, he is progressing very quickly. He now fetches my blades for me, even when my door is closed. It was a brilliant-”

“Look. Kid. I’m sorry, I don’t know you, I don’t know your dog, and I don’t care. I’m not Dick. I need you to leave me alone.”

“Do you remember Pennyworth? Last week, he caught Alfred, the cat, in the-”

“What part of leave me alone don’t you understand? I. Don’t. Know. You. I can’t babysit, God, I’m strapped to a hospital bed! Get! Out!”

Damian had stormed out and come directly to Blüdhaven to get above and away from everything. The tear tracks on his face had long since dried, but he didn’t think he could face everything yet, so even as the sun rose, he stayed. The sunrise was beautiful but cruel. He couldn’t start another day with his family, he could never adjust himself to Ric in Grayson’s stead.

The world was horrible, and killing KGBeast wouldn’t fix the damage he had done, but the world would be slightly better with him gone. Damian was already a killer; he’d killed more people than he could count, not that he’d ever bothered to keep track. One more wouldn’t make a difference.

When the sun rises above the waterline completely, he thought, I’ll leave, and I’ll track him down and kill him.

Until then, he looked out over the city and tried to find what Grayson saw.

Damian could almost hear him saying, Don’t worry so much about it, Little D. The point is to not worry.

“Tt. Nonsensical as always,” he replied to the voice in his head. Then, “I,” he started. He quickly looked around, just to double check that he really was alone up here. “I miss you already,” he whispered. He felt the beginning of tears and snot, so he sniffed and blinked until they left.

When the sun left the water, he stood up and turned around to leave, only to see someone else on the other end of the roof.

“Damian,” Drake called.

“Turn around and jump off, Drake,” Damian called back. He stood with his arms crossed. Had Drake followed him there? Was he going to lecture him? Did his father send him?

“I just talked to Dick,” Drake said, walking closer. That gave Damian pause—did Grayson send Drake? “He told me to leave him alone.” With every word, he stepped forward and he didn’t have to yell so loud to be heard. “And, he told me that he sent you away and that he wasn’t a damn babysitter.”

Drake sounded bitter, so for once they had something in common.

“Tt,” is all Damian could say, unable to even come up with an insult for Drake.

Drake sat down where Damian had been sitting just barely watching the sunrise and patted the concrete next him, motioning for Damian to sit. Damian did not.

“Dick loved to climb up high,” Drake said. “I think it made him feel at home, plus, he always said something about perspective.” He heaved a sigh and craned his head back to look at Damian. The sun glistened off tears in his eyes. “You and I both know that the Dick we saw today was not Dick. One day, he may make it back to himself, but for now… I think it’ll be a bit.” He pulled one leg to his chest and let the other dangle off the edge as he continued, “I know he loved you a lot. I can’t figure out why- I’m sorry, forget I said that last bit. What I’m saying is, even though we haven’t ever gotten along, I want to try. For Dick.”

“Tt.” Damian took a hesitating step toward Drake, then lowered himself down to sit next to him. He refused to look at him, though, eyes on the horizon. Drake moved to pat his shoulder, but Damian grabbed his hand and twisted. “If you try to touch me again, I throw you off.”

“Ha! So endearing. I see now why Dick likes you so much.”

After that comment, they sat in silence for a while. Drake swung his legs like Damian was doing earlier, so Damian very pointedly did not kick or swing his own.

“You know,” Drake said, glancing at Damian from the side of his eye, “I don’t think I ever quite understood Jason until today. Dick was shot, and Bruce does nothing? Weak. Doesn’t Dick deserve more than that, after everything?”

“My father-” Damian starts, defensively, but Drake doesn’t stop at the interruption.

“Then, I realized, I get it. Bruce is right. If we went and killed the KGBeast, that would just continue a cycle of violence. It would just go from generation to generation. Bruce passes it to us, just like Talia passed it to you.”

“My mother-”

“Changing the world isn’t easy, Damian. Especially for us. It always starts with little things like this. If we killed KGBeast, why don’t we kill every criminal? It would be unfair to only kill criminals who only hurt us personally.”

Damian agreed. If he killed the KGBeast, he would have to kill most criminals he met. For the sake of justice and fairness.

Drake sighed and turned his head to Damian, trying to look him in the eyes. Damian still refused to look back, gazing out over the city.

“Not every criminal, not even every murderer, deserves to die,” Drake said. “I stick by this more than ever. I need to, for Dick. God, Damian, when you first showed up, I thought you were hopeless and that we either needed to send you back to Talia or lock you up. You had killed people, and, sorry, but you were an insufferable brat.” He huffed a short laugh. “Still are sometimes.”

“I will push you off.”

“Wait, Damian. Listen, for once. It took years to convince me. Dick kept telling me that it wasn’t really your fault and that I just had to give you a chance. I never really did, and I’m sorry for that.” He took a deep breath. “That’s his legacy. His legacy is you. He loved you and was so proud of you, Damian. And he was right. I hate to say this, but I just needed to give you a chance. What do you say? Will you give me a chance?”

“Tt.”

Drake laughed, a little teary. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

They sat in silence as the sun climbed the sky and the shadows shortened. Damian still itched to kill the KGBeast, but maybe that wouldn’t be justice after all. He had been just about to leave and hunt him down when Drake showed up, but now, he’d thought better of it.

“Drake,” he said.

“Hm?”

“I don’t need babysitting. Tell that to Grayson when you see him next. And, also tell him that... he was right about perspective.”

#damian wayne #tim drake #fic #batfic #batfamily #dc #dc comics #please comment lol

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Spaghetti (Bat family x reader)

Characters: Bat family, Reader.

Word Count: 1365

Warnings: You are a literal brat in this. Thats pretty much it.

No specific pronouns used.

Dinner’s at the manor were always full of drama and sibling rivalry. In the early days, when Bruce was naive enough to think his children could get along together, he let them choose where they sat. Now days, the seating arrangement was one of strategy.

Bruce, as the head of the house, sat at the end of the table, furtherest from the door, and directly in front of the window. In this position he had full view of the table, and it’s occupants. He could also see if someone tried to sneak in or out of the dining room, a small advantage he had against the children.

Dick sat to Bruce’s left. As the eldest, he had the privilege of choosing his seat, that, and the fact that he didn’t pick fights with the rest of the table. Next to Dick was Tim. Tim sat there so he was far enough from Jason, as to not cause an argument. An unfortunate consequence to this was that Damian took up the other head of the table, directly next to Tim. But Damian usually remained civil during meal times, as his time with his Grandfather had taught him to display impeccable table manners.

On the other side of Bruce, directly across from Dick, was Jason. Far enough from Tim and Damian, whilst also being close to Bruce in order to have some sort of control over his most rebellious son. Next to Jason and directly across from Tim was you.

Unfortunately that was probably the worst pairing Bruce could have made.

You and Damian want to protest the menu? Fine by him, you’re both still eating it. He could handle the fact that you liked to play with your food. When Jason helped you get rid of the things you didn’t like on your plate, he could turn a blind eye. Even when you coaxed Dick into distracting Bruce whilst you helped your self to more desert, Bruce could deal with. But the one thing Bruce had trouble stopping, was your desire to ruin every meal that Tim was trying to enjoy.

Ever since Bruce had taken you in, you’d had a strange fascination with making Tim’s life a living hell. Why? Well nobody had worked that out yet. Truth was, there was a special kind of joy you got out of seeing Tim miserable. It was way more fun to mess with him rather than the others. With Dick, he took everything in stride, and mostly laughed at your antics. Jason could easily throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and dump you in the pool if you tried to mess with him. Damian either didn’t react or reacted to harshly, but Tim? Tim left himself right open. He made it easy.

And meal times were the perfect opportunity to annoy him.

Tonight, Alfred served steaming plates of spaghetti accompanied with garlic bread and unhealthy amounts of parmesan cheese. You and Jason wasted no time claiming the best slices of the bread, arguing back and forth that the biggest slice should belong to each of you, respectively. The argument ended abruptly when Jason argued that he was the biggest therefore he should get the larger slice, and you commented that since he was admitting that he was fat, he really should take a smaller slice.

Bruce got the biggest slice, and that was that.

The table was full of munching, chewing, talking and minimal arguments after that. All was well in the Wayne residence. Just a normal, quiet night. Yes sir. Nothing to comment on here. Just one big loving family. Nothing to see. Certainly, no trouble brewing…

“Where’s my phone?” Tim asks pausing as he feels his pocket to find that it is missing. “Who cares?” Damian replies stabbing at his pasta nonchalantly. “No seriously. Where is it?” “No phones at the dinner table.” Bruce is quick to intervene, sick of restating the one rule he regularly enforced at the dinner table. “No Bruce, I don’t want to use it,” Tim explains, still patting down his pockets, “It’s just, I swear I... I had it before. Did I put it down? I could have sworn…No, it’s got to be here. I haven’t put it down.” Tim stumbles over his words in his frantic search. “Relax replacement. You probably left it upstairs.” Tim glares. “No, I didn’t! It was in my pocket.” Dick Grayson, the ever-loving older brother, swoops in “I’ll help you look after dinner, okay? We’ll find it.”

“Alright. I just don’t remember putting it down. It’s like it…” Tim trails off. He had been staring at his plate intently, but now his facial expression is shifting, as though a thought had occurred to him. Slowly, he looks up, across the table to where Y/n sits, silently twirling pasta without ever lifting it to their lips. The playing of the food wasn’t unusual. But the silence was a dead give-away.

“Like it what?” Jason asks through a mouthful of pasta. Dick groans at the visual, and Bruce glares. “Finish your mouthful.” “Like it vanished into thin air.” Tim’s voice is hard, and the occupants of the table follow his eyes to Y/n. You chose this moment to look at Tim. His face is giving away his suspicion and you raise your fork to your mouth, chew and swallow slowly, before uttering one single word.

“Poof.”

Tim scowls. “Where is it you little brat?!” He demands. Dick scolds his name calling but he doesn’t lose his focus from you. “Where’s what Timothy?” “My phone, Y/n.” “Is It missing?” “You know its missing you little shit. Where’d you put it?!” “First I’ve heard of it.” “Cut the crap y/n. I know you have it.” “Replacement you can’t just blame all your life’s problems on Y/n.” “I’m not. I just know that this life problem is one that they caused. Now where. Is. My. Phone?” Tim stresses. You smile sweetly. “No where that you’ll find it.”

The table launches into chaos. Tim takes turns at yelling at Bruce to make you give him his phone back and calling you names. You screech back that it’s got nothing to do with you. Jason shouts at Tim to leave you alone. Bruce rubs his temples and Dick desperately tries to coax you into relinquishing Tim’s phone.

Meanwhile, Damian considers idea that dinners like these may just convince his father to stop adopting wayward children into his home. He also considers whether he could get away with faking the poisoning his own drink in order to escape this nightly occurrence.

“ENOUGH!” Bruce demands finally, and the noise in the room comes to a standstill. He’s still rubbing his temples, and it’s clear that he’s trying to fight the headache that comes with the trouble his children cause. Tim still fumes but manages to control his fury. “All I want is my phone, and some spaghetti. Can I please have that?! ” He forces out. Bruce nods. “Y/n.” Bruce warns. “What?!” You’re whining and you know it’s like grasping at straws here, but maybe Bruce will have mercy. “Give him what he wants and be done with it.”

Tim smirks smugly at you. “I’ll count, and when I get to three you’ll give me what I want.” He closes his eyes and extends his hand.

“1.”

You don’t move. Bruce’s stare burns a hole into the side of your face.

“2.”

Jason pauses shovelling pasta into his mouth, to watch what you’ll do.

“3…”

Tim drags the number out, giving you a chance to do what’s right. So, you do.

Everyone in the room is silent, and perhaps that’s why everyone hears the squelching as you do as you’re told. Tim’s eyes open, and unbelievably, his face remains blank as he considers this new update. Tim nods to himself, perhaps he’s confirming that you’ve just done what he thought you did.

“Y/n.” His voice is quiet, and very calm for a man currently holding hot spaghetti in his hands. “Why?” “You wanted 2 things. Your phone, and some spaghetti.” You repeat. “Yes…” his voice is strained. “There’s your spaghetti, and here’s your phone.” Tim’s phone is unceremoniously dumped into his glass of soda.

Bruce can only sigh as the shouting begins again.

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 4 years

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TimKon Week Day 3

Prompt: Hurt/Comfort This is the final chapter to The Key to Tim’s Heart. I will be writing a separate story for the last two days. You can also read it on AO3

Wally West watched as his partner paced across the floor like a nervous bird. "Babe, this isn't helping. I know you are worried about how this weekend can go."

Dick stopped in mid-pace to glare at his boyfriend only for his effort to be ruined as sadness filled his blue eyes, “You don't understand! If we mess this up we could lose Tim forever! I messed up big time with Tim and I never noticed. I turned my back on him when he needed me the most and destroyed his credibility with the rest of the heroes. I need to tell him how sorry I am and hope that someday he can forgive me and let me back into his life and heart.”

Wally knew that Dick carried a deep sense of guilt once he realized how Tim had been pushed to aside, left adrift without anyone to hold onto until Conner and Bart returned.

"Tim found Bruce and I wanted to send him to Arkham! I ripped Robin away from him and gave it to Damian, who needed it but I should have talked to Tim about it first instead of him walking in to see Damian in his uniform." Dick plopped down onto the couch beside Wally and allowed his partner to pull him into his arms.

"Dick, it isn't me that you need to be telling this to but Tim. Tim is the one who needs to hear all of this." Wally spoke gently to Dick.

"I know I just need to gather the courage to do so."

+****+

Damian Wayne didn't understand why his father was making him do this or why it was such a big deal that Drake be brought back to the family. He didn't hesitate in saying so.

"It is that kind of attitude that needs to change when it comes to Tim." Bruce had gotten a stern lecture from Alfred, he wanted his grandson back and he made it very clear that Damian's treatment of Tim played a big role in why Tim didn't feel welcomed.

"And the fact that neither you or Master Dick have taken the time to address Master Damian's attitude problems. Yes, I know that he has overcome much since he first arrived but he still believes that his last name gives him the power to look down upon people and his belief that because he is your only blood son that makes him more important than your adopted sons needs to be addressed. As an adult, you have to take him aside and explain why emotional and verbal abuse is wrong as is trying to kill his brother. Master Damian has already taken Master Tim's role as Robin and his older brother."

Bruce carried Alfred's words with him and he looked back onto how Damian treated Tim and saw that his father figure was right, he had allowed Damian to undermined Tim's placement in the family to the point that his second youngest son no longer considered them family. His treatment of Tim didn't help matters. When Tim first came into his life, a bright and shining beacon of light and hope, something that Batman had needed to pull him from the darkness but he had kept a barrier between him and Tim, he made sure that he knew they were partners and only that. He didn't want another son and he let Tim return night after night to an empty home. He knew that Tim was neglected but he still let him go back instead of offering to stay in one of the manor's many rooms.

It wasn't until Jack was dead, Jack who ignored and he had a slight feeling that abused Tim, did Bruce finally start to think of Tim as his son.

"I made my fair share of mistakes with Tim as we all did. It is time to make amends and to show him that we are truly sorry and want him to be a part of this family. If you can't do that, if you can't show Tim even the smallest amount of respect then you can stay home. But I will expect you to think long and hard about how you will feel if you were treated the way Tim was by us and by you. I know that you are just a child and it fell to me and Dick to explain to you how you acted was wrong." Bruce explained gently. He loves his sons, all of them but Alfred was right he should have talked to Damian long ago.

Damian let out a huff as he crossed his arms over his chest, he still saw this as pointless but he could see how much his father and Grayson longed to bring Drake back into the family. "Very well I shall accompany you."

Bruce knew that there was no talking his youngest out of this once he made up his mind he wouldn't change it. "Very well. Just think about what I said."

"I will father."

+*****+

"Baby bird is finally going to talk to Goldie and B. The demon brat might even be there," Jason announced as he cleaned his guns.

Kory and Roy exchanged a look before glancing before looking back at their partner. "And are you okay with that?" Roy asked he knew that once Jason got himself free of the pit madness and away from Talia's hatred of Tim he had come to see that Tim wasn't his replacement, he had earned his place in the family.

Jason had been enraged when he learned that Tim was gone, had left not only Gotham but no longer considered himself a part of the family. He knows now that his actions towards Tim were wrong and that he wanted to make amends for nearly trying to kill him more than once.

Kory took a seat next to Jason, "Are you going to be okay?"

Jason gave a nod, "I will be after all this isn't about me but Baby Bird. I owe it to him to make amends and I can only hope that someday that he can forgive me for what I did to him."

Kory beamed at him before placing a kiss on his lips, "You are a good man Jason Todd and Tim knows this. After all, you are his Robin. I know you can make things right with him."

Roy grinned as he clapped Jason on the back, "And don't worry we will be there to make sure that you don't say anything stupid."

Jason glared at his other lover, "Thanks I don't know what I would do without you," Jason drawled out.

"Don't worry you'll never have to find out. You're stuck with us."

+******+

Tim was nervous, oh he didn't show it but Conner knew his lover well and he could see it.

Wrapping his arms around Tim Conner pulled him back so Tim's back rested against his chest. "Hey, it is going to be okay. I am here for you and I'm not going anywhere. If you need me to I will toss them out if things get too out of control." Conner found himself promising.

Tilting his head back Tim raised an eyebrow at his lover, "You are going to throw Batman out of the tower?"

"Okay maybe not Batman but the rest of them are fair game." Conner doubted that even Clark would be able to get Batman to move when he was on a mission to get his son back into his life.

"Are you sure that you don't want Cass or the others here?" Conner asked quickly changing the subject.

"No, I know that they will mean well but Cassie and Bart are too protective. I don't want Cass, Raven, and Gar to be put in the middle of everything, after all, they care about Dick and Bruce." The last thing Tim wanted to do was to make his family feel like they had to take sides.

Tim's expression turned soft, "Besides I have you here with me and that is all I need."

Conner felt his heart fill with love for the amazing man in his arms, "I love you pretty bird."

"I love you too." Tim rested his head on Conner's chest enjoying the feel of being in his soulmate arms.

+******+

There was a tension in the tower as the Batfamily plus Wally, Roy, and Kory arrived at the agreed-upon time.

Tim took a deep breath as he looked upon his family that he had walked away from and he felt a pang of longing in his chest, he missed them deeply.

"Well let us get this farce over with." Damian scoffed outcrossing his arms over his chest.

"Damian!" Dick growled as glanced at his younger brother. Alfred, Cass, and Wally had sat him down and explained or showed in Cass's case how he let Damian get away with things that he shouldn't. That yes while Damian was a child it didn't give him a free pass to attempt to murder someone or belittle them. And that words could leave deep scars and words were one of Damian's greatest weapons.

"If you can't add anything positive to this conversation brat then feel free to leave." Jason glared at Damian.

The youngest huffed out, "I have every right to be here just like you all do."

Wally nudged Dick gently and Dick took it as his cue he was one of the few people who could get through to Damian. "We are here because we want to make amends to Tim and prove to him that we love him and want a chance to earn back his trust. If that isn't why you are here then maybe it would be best if you waited in another room."

Damian couldn't believe what he was hearing, "You're choosing Drake over me!"

"I'm not choosing anyone over anyone. I love you both, you are both my younger brothers. I made a mistake with how I went about in making you, Robin. I don't regret it you needed it but I went about it the wrong way." Dick turned his attention off of Damian and onto Tim.

Tim's breath caught at the sheer agony in Dick's eyes as he approached him.

"I should have talked to you baby bird. I should have explained why it was time you moved on from Robin and spread your wings. I should have explained why Damian needed it and that you were ready for more. I most certainly should have never let you go off and search for Bruce alone, I should have never tried to send you to Arkham." Dick poured his heart out to Tim.

"You did what?!" Jason roared and it was only Kory and Roy's hold on him that stopped him from lunging at Dick.

"I know I did wrong. And I'm so sorry Tim. I'm sorry that I tried to convince your friends you were crazy and that had the hero community turn their backs on you. I'm so sorry that you had no one to turn to when you needed someone the most. I should have been there for you when you needed me. I'm sorry that I was a horrible big brother to you."

It took a second for Tim to absorb everything that Dick was saying to him. "I'm not going to lie Dick you hurt me, deeply. I needed you and you turned your back on me to focus on Damian. I understood Damian needed your guidance and he is doing much better now. It's just I had lost everyone, losing Conner's death destroyed me, and losing Bruce was the breaking point. When I lost Bruce I lost you as well." Tim didn't bother to hide the tears that were falling from his eyes.

Dick moved even Conner's glare didn't stop him as he clutches Tim's arms, "No, no that is the last thing I ever wanted you to feel like. I am here for you Tim always. I know I have done a horrible job in showing that to you and I swear I will do better. If you just give me a chance."

"Why didn't you offer me Nightwing?"

Tim's question took everyone but Conner off guard.

Reeling back Dick stare at Tim, "What do you mean?"

"If we were equals shouldn't that have meant I could have been the next Nightwing? You had taken on the cowl with a new Robin, you could have offered me Nightwing so why didn't you?" It was something that had been bothering Tim for so long.

Dick knew that Tim had a point. "I wasn't ready to let go of Nightwing. I made it no secret that I never wanted the cowl but Batman was needed. But Nightwing was mine, no one else's, and even though you would have done me proud I wasn't ready to let it go. I kept a hold of it, something to cling to when the weight of the cowl became too much but I should have offered it to you."

"If you had I might have never gone looking for Bruce and you would have still be stuck wearing the cowl that made you unhappy. I would have turned down Nightwing because it is yours but it would have been nice just to be considered." Tim explained gently.

"Can you ever forgive me, Timmy? For being so blind?" Dick asked everyone in the room could tell he was itching to hold Tim in his arms again.

"With time I think I can. I just want my big brother back." Tim admitted in a soft voice.

Dick took a step closer, "That is all I want as well to be a big brother worthy of you."

Conner knew what was going to happen before anyone else as Tim moved to embrace Dick. A soft and knowing smile appeared on his face as he watched both men cling to one another, opening crying as they fell to the floor.

"You're good for him."

Conner nearly jumped as Batman commented from his side, he hadn't even seen the man move. "I try to be. Tim deserves to be loved and knows he is loved." Okay, so Conner couldn't resist that little dig.

Jason waited until Dick let Tim go. "Okay so while I won't be as mushy as Dickwing here I will tell you this. I was wrong in how I treated you when I first returned. Sure I was upset about being replaced and by someone who wore the Robin better than I could ever dream of," Jason held up his hand when Tim opened his mouth, "I'm not done baby bird. It wasn't until I was free of the pit madness and Talia's grasp that I started to see and with Kory and Roy's help that you were never my replacement. There is only one Jason Todd just like there is only one Tim Drake-Wayne, we both did the Robin suit proud. So I'm sorry for trying to kill you and I would like a chance to get to know my little stalker and my biggest fan and maybe someday we can call each other brothers."

Tim felt his cheeks heat up at the reminder that he had stalked Jason and that he was his Robin. "I'd like that."

"Good. Maybe you and clone boy can join us on an Outlaw mission, I'm sure you could kick some ass with us." Jason offered with a grin.

"Sounds like fun." Conner returned his grin. "What? You can't tell me you aren't considering it?" Conner asked when Tim shot him a look.

Tim couldn't deny it so he said nothing instead of choosing to focus on Bruce and ignoring Roy and Jason exchanging a fist bump and Kory smile lighting up the room.

Silence fell over the room as Bruce and Tim stare at one another.

"I have never been good with words and I will never find them to explain how you saved me, Tim. Not just from being lost in time but from the darkness that threatened to consume me when I lost Jason. You pulled me back from the shadows and brought light back into my life when the darkness threatened to overwhelm me. I can never thank you enough for all you did for me." Bruce took a step towards Tim. "I tried to keep a distance between us because I couldn't let another person get close to me only to lose you again. I thought I was doing the right thing because you had parents, even though they weren't really parents. It wasn't until Jack took you away from me that I realized you were my son and I lost you."

Bruce took a step closer to Tim, "I lost you again when I did nothing to stop you from leaving after you saved me. I thought that you needed time to heal and find your place as Red Robin, I should have known that you didn't need or want the independence that you already had too much of that. What you needed was to know that you are a part of our family and so deeply loved and wanted. All I can ask for a second chance to prove I love you, my son."

Tim's breath caught as he smiled at Bruce with fresh tears shining in his eyes, "I love you too dad."

Bruce moved and pulled Tim into a huge, one that Tim sank into. It was like the hugs that Dick used to tell him about, the kind of loving hugs Bruce gave before he lost Jason.

Damian had stayed quiet as he listened to the rest of his family speak from their hearts when it came to Drake. "Drake, while we will never be close. But I have to admit that you have your talents. I would like to get a chance to get to know one another. We might never be as close as you are to Todd, Grayson, and Cain but for the sake of our family I would like to try." Damian offered.

That was more than Tim expected from Damian and he knew it took a lot for the younger boy to make such an offer. "I would like that as well."

"Good." Damian nodded.

"Great now that is settled where is the food? I am starving!" Wally clapped his hands together.

Tim shook his head, the tension in the room easing as Wally pouted at them. "I call Bart and let him know that the others can come back and Bart will have enough food to feed both you and him," Tim promised.

"Great! I can't wait to catch up with Bart." Wally all but beamed.

+******+

Bruce and Damian was the only ones not to stay, they didn't leave until after Cass hugged Bruce and to no one's surprise, she also managed to get one from Damian as well.

Wally, Roy, Kory, Dick, Raven, and Gar were catching up and exchanging stories while Jason and Cassie exchanged stories about Wonder Woman and Jason made sure to slip in the talk about treating Cass right and seemed to take great delight in Cassie blushing. Cass was helping Bart set out all the food, they needed more than usual to feed everyone as well as two speedsters.

Conner and Tim stood off to the side watching everything, "You know that this changes nothing. My home is wherever you are." Tim admitted softly to Conner.

Conner grinned down at his boyfriend, "Same goes for me pretty bird. You are my home and that will never change."

"I love you, my clone boy," Tim whispered.

"I love you to my Robin." Conner pressed his lips against Tim's and he meant every word Tim was all he needed and he would make sure that he knew everyday how loved he was.

#timkon week #timkon #kon x tim #birdflash #jason x roy x kory #sherri writes #my ficlets

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Damirae week day 6: truth or dare| it’s obvious

A/n: The last part for ‘I’m a sucker’ series. Enjoy!!!

" Where... Am I again? " she puzzled as soon as she wakes up. She's not in her apartment again rather in a huge room, looks like hotel suite, with plushie stacked with her on the bed. There's a monitor beeping next to her showing the heart rate, blood pressure and oxygen level.

Slowly she got up, adjusting her vision as she rub her eyes. "I'm already dead am I? " when she get a clearer view. This is certainly not her or Damian's apartment. She tried to move her arm and she realise there's something poking at her arm. "I... V?? " she lift it up to see it clearly.

Still traumatise with yesterday incident she pulled the line including Monitor detector clipped to her finger. The monitor blared with alarm as it looses their detection sensor to her. "Oh, shit. " Quickly, she goes under the blanket.

Her mind were racing, thinking what how to escape from this unfamiliar room. She heard someone open the door, in rush manner as if they were in a hurry.

Ever since after she display her new ability, her sense are heightened, she beable to FOREFELT someone's aura either by her vision or feel.

This aura she felt is in alarming, a rush, is that worry? Still... Without any futher thought, she grab anything she could to become her weapon incase something happens. As soon as that person pull the blanket, her first instinct is to smacked them hard until they fell on the floor and yet, she DID.

Both of them fall, with Raven on top as advantage she tried to hit them with her pillow and....

"This is not the time for another pillow fight , Raven!" that person held her weapon with one hand.

"Damian?!! "

Damian frowned as he grab her pillow and put it away. " You think this absurd thing could kill me? " he scoffed.

Raven grab another pillow then smack to his chest. " You. Won't. Understand. How. I. feel. After. All. I. Have. Been!" she punctuated every word with pillow smack.

Damian annoyed grab the pillow then pulled her towards him as he wrapped his arm around her. "I know. " he whispered.

"What? "

"That why I bought you here. " he muttered as his hands rub her arms.

Raven never felt like this before. For once, her mother does hug her like this after she's having nightmare but now... Her fake boyfriend pull up the same comfort hug. Warm and ensuring. How she wish they weren't in fake relationship at all. She sighed and lay her head on his chest.

"I heard something. Is everything o.." Someone open the door and stuttered. Damian and Raven both look at the entrance and saw Dick who is gasping as he saw their position.

"Dick, could you atleast be... " then Jason came from behind as he follow the eldest.

"Damian, the condom is in the drawer if you want to use it. " Jason barefaced point out at the drawer near the cabinet as he witness the awkward situation.

"What the..No! We were just...Talk!" Damian shouted in denial. Raven who is now in deep red quickly remove herself from him and sit on the bed, hugging her knees close to her chest.

"I'm...I'm sorry for all the rukus. " Raven said timidly as she apologise.

"No.. No... It's okay. " said Dick as he tried to coax her in a friendly. He still presume Raven were trying to recover from the traumatic experience she has before.

Damian rise as he put both of his hand aside to support his body weight while he looked at her. "You were having a hard time. I want you to rest to your fully recovery. " he speak and Raven could feel his concern within the words.

"Ah... I will. But how about the... "

"Already call them. Said you were having difficulties. " Damian closed his eyes as he recall.

"That means I have to extend my semester?" Raven closed her mouth. O dear.

"Your safety is my priority." Damian's eye getting darker. " With your power, people might use you as your advantage and I will not let it happen. "

"Now, you sound like my mother, DEAR. " Raven comment him with sarcasm. Damian sneered at her but quickly distracted by Dick and Jason laughing.

"Awww...they were love quarreling. "

"We are not... " Damian's word interrupt as soon as Dick put his hand around his shoulder.

"Don't worry little D, Jason and Cass will teach her a few tricks for self defense. " Dick winked at him but Damian groaned as he heard it.

"I doubt it. " he spit his word like acid.

**********

It's been days she's staying in the manor, she met Alfred, hanging out with the other batfam and met the big man of the house, Bruce Wayne.

At first, Bruce asked hundreds of question to Raven and about Raven to the batfam especially to Damian, The young man having his hard time to answer especially when involve in relations.

Raven can't deny, the man itself having problem in trusting people in his life but she could feel when he accept the batfam, he has put his trust in every of his 'children' including his old and wise guardian, Alfred Pennyworth.

One week is enough for her to stay, Jason and Cass have give her the basic knowledge how to self defense, scoffed by Damian who later teach her how to do arm lock or neck lock by using either handbag strap or tie, he even told her ", Anything can be your weapon." Raven could see his evil smirk. Perhaps, his old habit as an assassin?

A new week is around the corner, she told Damian that she need to be in her apartment because she need attend her classes that she missed. Damian nodded as he listen, he said by next week he'll send her back to the apartment.

*******

"Have you heard about Raven?"

"Yeah, she wants to go back to apartment after this weekend. " said Babs as she tidy up her close case.

"That soon? But we still haven't got the time to bring her along during patrol!" Steph, frustrated as she landed on the couch.

"What patrol? We haven't got girl's night! " Babs sighed as she sip her coffee.

Jason walked in as he sit on the couch switched on the plasma tv with remote.

"What's sup, Jaybird?" Steph give a nudge to the white streak hair lad. He simply blocked it with his palm.

" What do you want, Steph? " Jason knew that everytime Steph saying 'What's up' means there's a plan weaving in her mind.

"Raven will probably gone in a few days. "

Steph sighed as she hug the small cushion on the sofa.

"I'm listening. " He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

"Make her stay. "

"Yeah, make her stay. " Babs now leaning at the head of the sofa between Jason and Steph.

"I can make her stay but Damian probably kill me. " Jason scoffed.

"Like what?"

"Marry her." he laughed. " but yeah, the Brat will slaughter me like cattle. " he gesture an imaginary line as a boundary he won't cross.

"Why don't we make Damian confess to her?" Steph with her evil smile upon her face.

"That sounds like a plan. " said Tim as he walking into the room.

"Like how? The boy clearly backfire every plan we set for them including two days ago! " Babs shake her head as she remember when they set Damian and Raven to met at the garden.

As they reach the spot, there's picnic basket lying on the mat on the grass, they hoping for them to date, ruined as Damian cut the basket in half, as he thought it might contain dangerous trap where it turns out to be waffles and chocolate covered strawberry been severed in the hands of that assassin.

"I think we should make him confess. " said Dick as he come in and hit on side of the couch.

"What's up? " Steph brows lift a bit.

"Damian is being stubborn ass when it comes to feeling. I mean, he always talk about it, saying probably he's sick or maybe gone crazy but it's obvious!!!!" Dick wavering his hands as he annoyed with his little brother's talk.

"He doesn't even know that he's in love? Tsk tsk. " Jason made pity face.

"Raven didn't know too. She's not. Aware. " Cass slowly walked towards them as she sit on the floor crossed in front of them.

"I think I could make him talk. " Tim stroke his chin.

"How? " Dick sneered at him.

"Truth serum."

All of them smirk.

"He won't stand a chance. "

**************

Dick and Jason were hang out at the balcony, drinking wines admiring the night sky. It's quite peaceful when they are not on duty.

"You guys call? " Damian walked through the opening door approaching them.

"Yeah. It's about SOMETHING. " Dick intensified on the word 'something'. Damian frowned as he heard that. Is there something serious?

"Why not join us here?" Jason lift up his beer.

"Fine by me. " as the young man join them sit at available stool.

"Beer? " Jason offer him a beer bottle.

"Sure. " Damian seem aloofed. " Any new case, Grayson?"

"It was about Black Mask. " Dick trying to Damian distracted while Jason open the beer bottle and handle to Damian.

"Again with illegal weapon? Jason. I thought criminal lord is your THING? " Damian looked at the white streak lad as he drink the beer.

" It is. Well, things got complicated, you know B doesn't like the terms of Killing. " as he sipping his drink while glance at Damian.

"Tt."

"So, let us play the game. " Dick smiled as he drink his wine. "Truth or dare. "

"So, you’re luring me to drink alcohol and play this game?" Damian scoffed. " I should tell you, that won't affect me."

"Well, alright then. Truth or Dare, Damian?" Jason start it first.

"Todd, I'm not gonna do your chilidish dare. I'll choose truth." said Damian as he drink his beverages.

"Are you gay?" Jason chuckled with the question itself. Damian narrow his eyes. "That is the most idiot question I ever heard."

"The answer is obviously, Jason. Okay, Damian, truth or dare?"

"Truth. " Damian sipping his beer.

"You know Raven last day is tomorrow right? " Dick slowly rolled his wine glass to keep them well mix.

"Yeah. It's a shame. I wish she could spend more time in here. "

Dick and Jason eyed each other as soon as Damian realise what he's saying.

"What?" he frowned.

"So tell me, you like her right? "

"Of course I do. As the matter of fact, I....Holy shit! " Damian quickly closed his mouth.

Both Dick and Jason smiled. Plan succeeded!

"What the hell... What did you give me?! " Damian when furious as he slammed the beer bottle on the table.

"Truth serum."

Damian gave his infamous death stare to both of them. "It will depleted by the next day along with the alcohol. "

"Hahaha, that's a No. This is improved formula by Tim. Got experimented on crooks and minions during the interrogation. Perhaps i could say... Could last within 5 days, more or less. " Jason smirked.

"Fuck you!" Damian were furious as he get up from his chair.

"It will be alot easier for you to confess to lovely miss Raven. " Dick giggled.

"No. You make it more difficult! I can't just say I love her out of nowhere?!" Damian gestures especially at part of 'nowhere'.

"Yes, you can and you will." Dick nodded as he sip his drink.

"I fucking hate you and love you for doing this. What the hell I am saying?! "

"Awwww, I love you too. " Jason pinch Damian's cheek which he quickly ward off.

"I AM not gonna meet her face to face or neither you raise the subject about my feelings." Damian growled.

"Just say you love her."

"You think its easy to say that to her?!" Damian clench his fist.

"Who knew Damian who does NOT afraid of anything, SCARED to admit his FEELING?" Jason comment, cynically.

"Fuck you, Jason! I don't want to SCARE her! She's been through alot! That fucking Maniac almost molested her!" Damian grind his teeth as he remember the incident.

"Maniac? What maniac? " Dick eyebrow jumped as he heard that.

"That son of the bitch, Walter Andreson." Damian narrow his eyes as he spit out his hate.

*******flash back*********

It was two weeks after the incident he met with Raven. With the help of her forecast, solving his case are a lot easier due to clues. Honestly, he felt grateful after he met Raven. It was like heaven send him an angel, literally.

As he remember his last meeting with her, she is quiet girl but somehow there's something makes him attract to her. Maybe it was her eyes?

He sighed. Oh, god, he hopeless, hopelessly fall in love. Love? What love? He snorted. All his life, he's been trained as an assassin. A weapon. His mother taught that emotion is reason why many civilization met their downfall, be it scandal, jealousy, revenge; anything or any decision that has been made with heavy emotion driven could lead to one's destruction.

Somehow, as his father took him in, the batfam teach him how to be compassionate, to be crime fighter, defender of justice, and a hero. He's grateful that fate has laid a crossing path between him and his father along with the bat and co.

His phone rang pulling him back to the reality. Could it be? As he seen on the screen it was... Raven. He could felt his heart jumped a little but quickly he control his breathing to calm down his anticipation.

"Hello? "

"Damian."

" Anything I can help you, Raven? "

" I... I need you help."

He can sensed something wring by listening to her voice. "I'll meet you at your place in 5."

****//*****

As soon as he reached her street, everything is quiet. As soonas he got out from the car he heard a faint crash the building. Quickly he gets in as he sprint to her door, with his mind playing the incident where they discover her roommate died. Oh god, he hope nothing bad happen to him.

But as soon as he reach her door, it were open like before. Oh, shit. He quickly went into and found Raven were struggling against a guy who hug her from behind.

"Hellppp!!!" Raven scream as she tried claw her way out.

As if he heard a snap, Damian tear through her apartment and pull that guy's shirt in result Raven were thrown at the sofa while Damian hurled that bastard to the wall.

Damian quickly checked on her, her condition were not in good favour. Her clothes and hair were untidy. There were bruises on her cheek. Damian almost sobbing as he saw her like this.

He touched her cheek as Raven jumped. "Did he hurt you?" his voice sound disceeet, almost whispering.

Raven slowly nodded as her arm wrapped around herself trying to hold herself.

"I'm here now. " as both of his hand cupped her cheek. The sound of glasses shattered as the guy where on their feet after being shoved to the wall made Raven looked behind Damian.

"Stay here. " Damian gives out his solemn smile as he turn to that guy. Slowly he approach that unknown person, his crack his knuckle then his neck. Damian's green eyes glows against the lights on the wall.

The guys made a gasping noise as he saw Damian exhibit his assassin nature.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you." his voice turn into cold steel that could stab your heart. Quickly he grab that guy by his shirt shirt then bang him against the wall.

He clench his fist then driven to the wall near that bastard's face as it went deep. Damian can see the terror in bastard eye's wide open. Still, an eye for an eye, a fist for a fist.

He gives him a good knuckle to his torso, a few blow on his face, knocking a couple of teeth. But it wasn't enough, this fucking dick hurt her and he's messing with wrong person.

Raven had to stop him before he beat that guy senseless. "Stop. " her voice muffled against his back as she wrap her arm around his torso.

Damian's gruesome face slowly relaxed into cold demeanor. " Don't... Kill anyone in my apartment, please. " her voice were shaken.

Damian let go of that guy's collar as that bastard fall to the floor, unconcious. Both of his bloodied knuckle hands place on hers then open her arms. He turned to see her in tears as it rolling on her cheek and it almost cause him breathless.

"I'm going to call the police. You shouldn't stay here. " He clasped their hands together.

"P-please don't leave me here alone. " Tears blooming as she shivers.

"I won't. " he sighed.

During the police interogation, the police asked him what's his relationship with he simply said, her boyfriend. Raven at first diagree but as she looked at the situation slowly she nodded as she agreed.

They have made their agreement before police came, a fake relationship agreement for her safety.

++++end flashback++++++

"That was...."

"You should make that idiot in the electric chair. " Jason grumbled as he listen to his story.

"Yeah, but 20 years is enough. " Damian huffed as he ruffled his hair. It was a tense night.

"By the way, good luck on confessing session. " Dick smirked as he lift his wi e glass same as Jason lift his beer.

"I fucking hate you."

"No, you don't." Dick giggled.

"No, i don't... DAMN IT!!! " Damian run his hand on his face, frustration.

*************

Now its a day before Raven move back to her apartment and she use that time to hang out as long as she can with he Bat and Co. She will probably miss them as family; a dysfunctional family but their welcoming really made her feel home for an orphan.

She just can't find Damian anywhere and it made her felt something stirred in her stomach. Where the hell is that boy?

Everytime she got i to the same room with him, he quickly paced out of the room like avoiding her. Did she done something wrong?

It was night already and she's happily spend her time with them, her new surrogate family but Damian keeps avoiding her. Raven tell about it to the Batgirls, the batgirls tell her not to worry and leave everything to them.

"O.. Kay.. " as both of her eyebrow raised.

************

Raven received a message from Steph saying to meet her in the library. She reply with thumbs up sign and hurried to the room.

As soon as shes in it the door suddenly closed. "Wait what?! " Raven begin to panic as she tried to pull the door which is not work, to no avail.

Then at the corner she saw Damian where reading some book on the couch. As she approaching him, he's quite surprise.

"Raven?"

"Damian." Raven fidgeting with her sweater sleeves. "We need to talk. "

"Shit. " he cursed under his breath.

"What?"

"No. Nothing." he keep his cool face hiding his panic mode.

"I realise you were avoiding me lately. "

Damian kept his mouth shut from blurting out his words.

"Did I do something that irritates you? " Raven's brow lift as she asked him.

"No. You didn't."

" It's kinda sad that tomorrow would be the last day I 'll be hang up in here. " she sighed then looked at him.

Damian bite his lip as he fight the urge to say that she should stay. But why he did that? Of course he wanted her to stay.

"Was it because of my power?"

"What?"

"Was it because you afraid of my power? " Raven put her hand on her chest.

"TT. I'm not afraid of you." Damian snorted.

"Oh, well, then. " as Raven look aside. Maybe this is how it ends. She's end up having one side feeling. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble after all of this, Damian, after all, between us are only agreement. Maybe we should terminate it." She smiled and turn away. "It's been nice to meet you. "

Before she walked away, Damian grab her by the arm. "Wait. That's not what I intended." a

He looked at the floor unable to face to face with her.

"Then what did you intend to? "

Damian inhaled as he closed his eyes.

"Did you know how hard for me to resist after you kiss me then sleep on top of me that night? "

"I did that? "

"Yeah, and you flash me."

" Oh my god." Raven now buried her face in her hands.

"No worries, you were wearing a sport bra."

"STOP. "

" Did you know how FREAKING adorable and hot you looked in my shirt?! "

"Uh? "

"You have any idea how much that sight turn me on?! " blushes start to creep on his face. "Okay, that was slightly pervert but actually i fell you after we first met. "

Raven's red shade are getting darker. Guess it wasn't one side feeling at all.

"I don't care if anyone tell you are not perfect but you are to me. You are thoughtful, brilliant, not to mention cute, even though your power may scare other people but not me. Because.. because I love you for who you really are. " Damian held his breath then speak again. "You took my breath away and yet gave me reason to live. "

Wait, he goes to poetic mode?

"And I thought myself got lost in the dark but in the dark I found you. The brightest star. "

"Wha... " Raven blinked as she heard his word.

"Focus, Raven. I'm confessing my love to you. " as his furrowed his brow focusing to her.

"Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,

a loneliness in the midst of people,

a never feeling pleased when pleased,

a passion that gains when lost in thought."

Damian caress her cheek as he recite a pieces from Luis De Cameõs.

Raven scoffed as she witness this ever serious guy, Damian Wayne just recite an epic piece to her.

"I... "

Raven rolled her eyes. She had to shut this guy down; but then, she kick his shin.

"Ouch, What the hell, Rav-"

Raven pulled his collar shirt toward her and give him a full liplock kiss.

Damian were stunned then closed his eyes as his hand on her waist.

"You don't have to recite a poem to say I love you." Raven smiled as she withdrawn the kiss.

"And yet I did." he smirked "and I will."

"So, fake boyfriend and fake girlfriend?"

"For real. " they kissed again.

************

"Did you get the picture this time? "

Tim hand out his camera as they studied to photo.

"Mission accomplished." Dick smirked.

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