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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 4 months

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Thanks for the answers, you & spider-jay are the reasons why I created that small blog post about the young titans group; details about that and more are coming soon ;)

1: I think you said this already butt what is something they get extremely jealous of?

2: Chris, Jon, & Kons outfits are based on the original designs from the comics, what new & original outfits would you give them? I can see Chris wearing a purple & black version of Zods outfit since his lightsaber color is purple; the Z on the outfit stands for despair & Chris changes it to his own version of hope instead (in my Headcanon)

3: what’s the duos reaction to undertaker losing his wrestle mania streak? If they dislike Brock lesnar, who would they choose to end undertakers streak?

4: what’s your favorite alternative universes of the duo?

5: based on questions in the past from me & others, how do you come up with them? Is it based on your likes or is it you look at the characters & decide “this” is their character?

6: any “fluffy” headcanons of the duo? Like Chris using his shadow powers to cuddle & hug his brothers or Jake.

Apologies for the delays my friend @pin-crusher2000

That being said…..

1) While extreme jealousy is way too harsh to describe it overall as the two are quite accepting and courteous as much as kids their age can be; Chris would have an absolute tiny issue with Conner being the premier and most popular of the junior Supers between him, himself and Jon. Meanwhile, Jake would have a tiny bit of comprehension issues with the fact that his powers, whether he actually wanted them at first or not, came in much later in his life while Mar’i was basically and almost literally born with hers.

2) Conner: A White T Shirt with a Black and Red S Shield, a new leather trench coat with a red underside and a golden S Shield on the back, black pants with a two belts and finally brown workman’s boots. Also, he can keep his trademark shades

Chris: (Don’t get me wrong, your idea sounds great in an off itself. Major kudos. Here’s just my idea for a custom suit) A Light Purple and bright Blue Shirt sleeved shirt with gold trimmings around the collar and sleeve holes, at the center of it a Blue and Yellow version of S Shield only the outer part of it modified to resemble a dragon akin to his canon logo, a yellow cape with a blue underside, a light purple and blue pair of pants coupled with a gold belt plus golden boots which have dark blue soles and his S logo on them, and of course his gold headband.

Jon: A Long sleeved shirt that follows the pattern closely to his canonical suit only it’s an actual shirt and not a sweatshirt, a red cape with a blue underside, dark red fingerless gloves, blue pants with yellow trimmings around the belt area and pockets, and finally some extra high top Converse sneakers.

3) Well…..very similar if anything to that guy from that very Mania, the ‘Just Say Yes’ shirt fella. Once they’re able to actually comprehend their thoughts and emotions for their opinions….they both, while liking Lesnar enough as a performer, agree that it really should’ve been Cena or even better Cesaro who should’ve broke the Streak. And if there had been an older talent given those honors, they could probably vouched instead for Sting or even Goldberg to do it.

4) So far, there are some examples that I can think off the top of my head.

Firstly, there’s what @spider-jaysart and I formulated together based on her ideas for an AU featuring gothic monsters and creatures. Here Chris is a ghost while Jake is a vampire. We call it the ‘Dark Monster Adventure Universe’

One other would be based on Pacific Rim, a movie in which alien kaiju invading the Earth are actively fought back by humanity constructing gigantic Mechas that are piloted by two people who are bound and linked together by their thoughts and feelings for each other, platonic, familial or whichever. The better the pilots bond, the better they fight. In a Pacific Rim AU, it’s a no capes type, but Chris and Jake do pilot one of these mechs, a Jarger, together.

Finally and probably cliches for an comic fan but why not; an AU where Chris is firmly Lor Zod and not only aided his father to take over the Earth and terraform it as a New Krypton with the House of Zod at the helm but also the ruling house makes an alliance of sorts with the Earth based Court of Owls, offering their services for assassinating any human politicians and challengers to the Zods’ rule in exchange for that House to allow them to operate under their protection and with access to Kryptonian tech. It’s through the Court we meet up with their version of Jake as the entirety of the Grayson family are made part of the Owls. Kory and Mar’i are ambassadors of sorts to other alien races that comes across Earth while Dick is firmly in command of the Court’s Talons. Jake would be among the Talons, already having the electrum working in his bloodstream as for Tamaraneans, hybrid or purebred, has a tendency to activate immediately whether the person is still actually alive or undead. Jake in particular serves as Lor’s personal bodyguard, their own adventures usually centering on taking down any rival supervillains or alien warlords who wish to upset this status quo

Sooooo…ironically like that Sinister Sons book in a way….hopefully this is would be better than that one lol

5) I base the characterizations and interactions with these characters with what hopefully is a healthy blend of both their canonical appearances and personalities and admittedly also some of my own interests and tastes influencing them as well. If only really to fill in the gaps their canonical depictions otherwise left out or weren’t explored as much. For instance, given we mainly saw Chris as a six year old and later a teenager, how would a twelve year old version of him who adapted fully to life on Earth would be like or how would Jake’s behavior be like if he not only grew up in a world where his Dad didn’t use a device from Apokolips to end an all out war between metahumans, didn’t follow it up with being the face of an authoritarian regime that makes being meta human illegal and also didn’t have Kory leave the family to establish a resistance force against said regime. All that plus having an older sister.

Yeah as one can tell, wish fulfillment with these guys is a thing for me at least. Though I try my best being consistent with their characterizations within canonical depictions and even in this very AU itself. Keyword try though, I’m sure there’s times I messed it up. I’ll be more than happy if someone points them out. No problem

- When asleep, Jake is probably the second biggest cuddle bug of the entire family, only surpassed by his Mother. It’s almost completely involuntary and an act of pure instinct when it happens as it can be in nearly any place that’s cozy and safe, including but not limited to the couch and his bedroom. It especially kicks in if it’s next to family members but none of them mind it at all. It’s warms their mood up and it literally also warms them up as like with other Tamaraneans, Jake has a pretty warm body temperature even when he’s not directly cuddling anyone

- Also yes, Chris’ shadow constructs can be used to hug those closest to him, especially if they feel down but politely request for their personal space. Shadow constructs though don’t count as breaking that personal space so they allow it.

- Finally, the Duo regularly on some days if the time is right and doable, can visit local children’s hospitals and cancer wards throughout both Bludhaven and Metropolis. They’d spend a good amount of time talking to the many patients there, offering comfort to those who are scared and fearful of their illnesses and injuries, play around the place with those who want to do so whether the doctors are okay with it or not, taking small photos with those patients and their families, and generally just be an uplifting presence for the patients, a lot of them being around their age range or younger.

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #mari grayson #connor kent #jonathan samuel kent #wwe #undertaker #au #pacific rim #lor zod #court of owls #talon #dick grayson #koriand'r #general zod

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thattimdrakeguy · 3 years

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Okey! Some Autistic Timmy thoughts, coming right up! (Most of these are self projection lol😅)

1. HATES chalk. Like really, really hates it. The texture is the WORST it gets on his hands and he HATES it so so so much. He touches chalk and immediately has the urge to rip his skin off. The first time he touched chalk as a toddler he actually started crying.

2. Needless to say, his life is pretty unstructured. This doesn't really bother him, HOWEVER, if his "suiting up in the cave" routine is interrupted it WILL mess up his entire day. If he's suiting up at home or anywhere else it's fine, but for some reason he's particular about the cave routine. Luckily Bruce is also a very routine oriented person so it's not a big deal, but when someone else is in charge and it changes it bothers him. He can still function perfectly well, he just gets more anxious than usual.

3. Kraft mac n cheese is his comfort food. He measures out the ingredients exactly so it will taste the same every time.

4. Watched a documentary about ocean creatures when he was 8 and memorized the whole thing. Can and will tell you the creepiest and most disturbing facts from it if prompted to.

5. Rocks in his chair when he's sitting and thinking, to the point where the floor around his desk has scratch marks. He's fallen over and bonked his head many times and it drives Alfred insane.

6. This one is actually supported by canon to an extent but I think he really likes labelling things with the Robin symbol. It's fun and easy to draw and it gives him a little serotonin boost every time he see's one of his things labeled like that. Bruce noticed it and always makes sure to label all of Tim's new gear before he gives it to him. To make things easier to distinguish, of course. Because it would definitely be so easy to mistake the primary colored xx small clothes and gadgets for belonging to anybody else.

Sorry, not all of these are directly related to autism I guess. I just put things that I see commonly in myself and other autistic people that I thought he might also do. Love your blog btw!

I honestly really love these to be honest, cause I can really easily picture Tim doing all of these kinds of stuff. Like it fits in amazingly well with his personality. I mean I don’t know about the chalk and Mac and Cheese, but that’s purely because I don’t think you could tell that from a personality, but you can get what I mean lol. It’s all great.

I actually had the Robin one myself too, at least kind of. Maybe not a label specifically on everything, but I can picture him just having a Robin symbol of everything that’s his rather it was bought that way like the symbol on his shirt or a backpack, to the labels and tags on other things because Robin just means so much to him.

Now it’s got me imagining it on LITERALLY everything, like Dick, Cass, Babs maybe even, and Timmy himself all having a sleepover party in the living room or cave or something, and someone nearly grabs Tim’s pillow and blanket and he gets jumpy like “Hey, no, that ones mine!”, which isn’t even tellable at first because this ones just his plain pillow and blanket, not his merch one. But he yoinks it out of their hand and shows them a personally made label in the form of a little tiny tag on them both.

If you put out all of the Batkids stuff in front of you (I’m imagining like all neat and folded and each person’s stuff is in their own little group next to the other people’s stuff’s also grouped), it’d be so obviously Tim’s (I mean besides no one else being able to fit into his tiny tiny clothes). Like “Okay, Robin flashlight, Robin lunchbox, Robin jammies, Robin blanket, Robin socks, Robin shirt, Robin labeled short pants, Robin cap, Robin band-aids, Robin sweater, Robin jacket, Robin briefs, Robin wrist watch, Robin nightlight, Robin label on the grappling hook, Robin label in the boots and as a shape on the sole, Robin toothbrush, Robin hairbrush, Robin--okay hmm. Who’s is this?”

Not that he wears all of it at once, but just having the option makes him unreasonably happy, and he can’t even really explain it to a Dick or Cass who may ask, but it just does.

Dick sarcastically asks him: “Was the Robin identity and costume not enough?”

When there’s a mess somewhere, you can always tells what’s Tim’s to be able to give it to him.

I also really like the one about his routine cause it feels like that thing that would just nag at Tim and he can’t really explain it. Like everything's going well, he has everything, but the school changes the schedules for everyone and Tim’s just uncomfortable for the rest of the day. He just doesn’t like it.

Ends up making him do these little checks to make sure he has all of his gadgets too, and Bruce could’ve sworn he checked like twice already on everything, but Tim just has to do it or else he’ll be upset for the rest of his night.

Same with Y.J. when he goes to Mount Justice he also had to do these routines and Bart and Kon catch on and try to mess it up sometimes when they’re feeling extra pranky, but I figure either Cassie or maybe even Slobo of all people figures out why Tim always seems perpetually grumpy or upset at them afterwards, so they eventually knock it off. Included with an apology even if it does sound half-assed at first.

Like I could go all day with the little visions popping in my head with the headcanons, but I really like it.

Oh! And thank you for enjoying my blog! That's amazing of you.

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peppersonironi · 4 years

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Batfam Avengers Crossover Chapter Two: Meeting

Chapter Two, folks! Finally some batfam appearances.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Natasha Romanov & Damian Wayne, Clint Barton & Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd,

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Justice League (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Bat-Cow (DCU), Goliath (DCU), Selina Kyle’s Cat Isis, Kate Kane (DCU), Duke Thomas,

Additional Tags: Batbrothers (DCU), Avengers Meet The Batfam, MCU/Batfam crossover, Crossover, no beta we die like robins, rated T for Jason’s language, I bleeped it out though. Just to be safe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, canon? What’s canon?, Deaf Clint Barton,Deaf Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Happy Batfamily (DCU), Birdflash and joyfire are implied/referenced,

Summary: Avengers enter the cave, and meet the batfam!

Notes: In sorry if this chapter is a bit boring, I tried to keep it light. (I know the techie stuff that I glossed over bored even me) But now that I’m done with the first introductory chapters, I can move to some - hopefully - more fun scenarios!

“Woah.” Peter looked around at the giant cavern that the Green Lantern guy had flown them into. His ring had formed some kind of platform to carry them, and Peter was still theorizing how it worked.

They had flown toward the city - named Gotham apparently - following the mysterious “Batman”. Then reached a waterfall, which had a huge mechanical door system that parted the water. They had gone through a long pathway lit up on the edges before emerging in the cave.

It was huge, with multiple platforms built into the rock. Peter first found himself on one that was clearly meant for vehicles, as there were multiple motorcycles parked beside where Batman’s car stopped. There were other levels that held gym equipment, a sparring ring, weapons stations, and some sort of lab. There was weird memorabilia too. Peter spotted a giant penny, dinosaur, and a Joker playing card. A few more levels had cases for suits, not unlike that which Mr. Stark had. Though some of the suits were strange. One was clearly bloody and ripped. One of the most prominent platforms held a huge computer with a dominating black chair.

However, Peter could have sworn it was playing … The Dinosaur Game? That was weird.

Batman got out of his car the way he had before and made his way over toward the Avengers, where they had been set down by Green Lantern. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a very loud voice called out in the cave, startling everyone except the Batman.

“Bruce! Where the F*** is my AK-47?!”

The Hulk, who had since transformed back into Bruce Banner, frowned in confusion.

No one got the chance to question it, however, because a young man in a skin tight black bodysuit swung from another level, and was now hanging upside down from a support beam near Batman. He had a blue bird on his chest, Peter thought it looked a bit like an eagle. He also had on a black domino mask.

“Hey B!” He said cheerily. “ I should probably warn you that Hood is on a rampage ‘cause he can’t find his gun. And also Robin is threatening everyone as per usual. ” The Dark Knight sighed. “What about Red Robin, Spoiler, and Oracle? ”

The new comer grinned. “Dinosaur Game Championship. Oracle is in the lead.”

There was a sudden shout of disapproval from where the apparent game seemed to be held.

“And Signal?”

“Taking weapons stock while muttering about how insane we all are.” He shook his head. “He seems to forget he’s one of us, and therefore crazy by association.”

The Dark Knight sighed once more, this time with his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “Thank you Nightwing. Would you tell Red Hood that his AK-47 is in the Med Bay where he left it when he was doing his stitches? And tell everyone to meet in the conference room in uniform. Code 27G.”

Nightwings eyes - well, lenses - widened. He glanced at the Avengers. “Huh. Sure can do B.”

He swung up from his perch, flipped onto the platform above him - Peter was pretty impressed at how casually he did so - and ran off, seemingly melting into the shadows.

An awkward silence followed, with the Avengers all huddling protectively together. Peter really wanted to explore - that T-Rex looked awesome - but he saw the worried look on Mr. Stark’s face. This was an unfamiliar situation. They must be cautious.

A moment later Peter had had enough of caution. “Excuse me sir, is that a dinosaur?”

The Dark Knight turned toward Peter and glared. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw Mr. Stark tense up. But a split second later the glare softened. “Yes. Animatronic. From one of my early … endeavors.”

Peter grinned under his mask. “Cool!”

Batman lifted his head, and began walking on a path up. “Come, I’ll show you where we can talk.”

*****

They entered a meeting room that was off to the side of the cave. There was already a group present. They were clumped loosely in a corner, boredom and intrigue apparent on their faces. They all stood to attention when Batman walked into the room, all except for Nightwing from earlier. He was currently in a handstand in the center of the conference table, shifting from one hand to the other. He collapsed onto the table at the sight of the arrivals, before quickly jumping to his feet and saluting with an embarrassed grin on his face. Batman rolled his eyes and they all went back to what they were doing, except Nightwing who slumped into a chair.

The group of teeneagers were dressed in more skin-tight suits. Peter was slightly taken aback by how young they were. The smallest seemed to be around ten - perhaps he was this “Robin” mentioned earlier - and the oldest in his early twenties. Most seemed to be about his own age though, in their mid teens. It felt weird to not be the only kid.

The closest was a young man sitting in one of the chairs with his feet on the table. He seemed to be taller than Nightwing, with a broader chest. He wore gray cargo pants, some sort of utility belt, an armored shirt with a red bat on it, a leather jacket, and a red helmet that looked a lot like Tony’s. Peter could already imagine the copyright complaints from their resident billionaire. The man also had gun holsters on each leg, and was stroking a - newly returned - AK-47 in his arms.

The first teenager had black bottoms and red top with a black and gold “X” over his chest, joined by some symbol that looked vaguely like an “R”. He also had a black cape and smooth cowl. He was standing in the corner, leaning against a wall with a tablet and mug of coffee in hand.

A teenage girl stood beside the teen, dressed in a mostly purple with hints-of-black bodysuit and a purple hooded cape. She wore a full black mask over her face, with only white lenses. It was a bit freaky, but she was mostly non-threatening, due to her easygoing posture and laugh, which was directed at the teen with the cowl.

The kid was dressed in black leggings, green boots and gloves, a red and yellow tunic with an “R” on it, black and yellow hooded cape, and green domino mask. Though the strangest thing about him was the huge Katana he was sharpening while sitting at the table. He also had an unimpressed glare on his face. Peter decided that he and Helmet-Guy were the scariest in the room. Aside from Batman.

Another teenaged boy had a tired look on what Peter could see of his face, as he looked slightly disapprovingly at his companions. He stood in more heavily plated bright yellow and black armor with a bat symbol on it. He had a utility belt, and a helmet which looked to be shaped like a bat.

What was with these people and bats?

Peter didn’t get to ask, as at that moment a new person joined the group. Flying down a ramp was a red headed young woman in a wheelchair. She expertly slowed to a stop in front of Batman, who had not yet entered the room. Peter noticed that she had hastily applied a black domino mask, leaving a pair of glasses in her lap, along with a laptop.

“Sorry I’m late B, I forgot where I had put my extra mask. These things keep disappearing!” She said the last part while glaring at the kids.

“It’s fine, Oracle. Now that we’re all here-” He paused, then looked around at the group. “Where’s Black Bat?”

“Handling a Robbery downtown. She’s finishing up. ETA 20 minutes.”

Batman nodded. “Very well, we’ll continue without her, she won’t mind.”

He entered the room, ushering everyone else to do so as well. With a quick glare, all the kids sat down. The Avengers joined them, as there were plenty of seats. The only one who did not sit was Batman.

He spoke once everyone was ready, mainly directing his words to the kids. Peter briefly wondered what it would be like to actually be respected like that, but shook off the thought. Batman quickly and efficiently summarizes the events, including several readings of the energy sources, which only the red and black teen seemed to understand as he nodded along, looking fascinated. Once he was done, Batman turned to the Avengers. “Names. No need to share personal identities if you are uncomfortable. Though since we are from different earths, I doubt it would matter.”

“Everyone already knows our identities on our earth,” Mr. Stark said, receiving several weird looks from the teens. “So it’s not a problem for us.” He removed his face plate. “Tony Stark, I’m Iron man in the suit, which I built myself.” He gestures to Steve Rogers next.

“Captain America, Steve Rogers. Our resident super soldier and senior citizen.” Steve frowned at the last comment.

“Bruce Banner,” Mr. Stark said next, “Alter ego is the Hulk. Anger Issues and Gamma radiation galore.”

Red Robin perked up. “Cool! How did-” He was cut off by a glare from Batman.

“This is Thor Odinson, named… well, Thor. God of lightning, has a hammer. You can call him Sparky Sparky Boom Man.” A pause. “Yeah, maybe just stick with Thor.”

“Clint Barton, codename Hawkeye. Our long distance weapons specialist.” Mr. Stark gestured to Clint’s bow for good measure. The kids giggled and whispered something to each other that sounded like ‘Green Arrow knockoff ’, though Peter didn’t get it.

“Black Widow, Natasha Romanov. Intelligence expert, and ex-assassin.” This got a bunch of whispers from the kids.

Peter was the last to be introduced. He pulled off his mask while Mr. Stark said “The kid’s Peter Parker, our rookie, also known as Siderman ”

“You sure it’s Spiderman,” Helmet-Guy said.

Peter glared. “Yes.”

“Red Hood,” Batman said, frowning. “No antagonizing the interdimensional visitors.”

Red Hood just shrugged and went back to stroking his gun.

The Avengers just sat around awkwardly. The Woman jabbed her elbow into Superman’s ribs, which got him talking.

“Oh… It’s only fair we introduce ourselves, since it isn’t really official earlier.” This time it was Superman who spoke. “I’m Superman, known as Kal-El, a kryptonian. Human name is Clark Kent.”

Huh, he didn’t look like an alien.

“Here we have Wonder Woman, an amazon, demigoddess, and princess. Secret Identity is Diana Prince.” He gestured to the woman, who, despite just being called a princess, looked very threatening indeed.

“Martian Manhunter, a martian known as J’onn J'onzz. Civilian name is John Jones. Yes, quite original.” The Martian nodded in greeting, and Peter was seriously freaking out. A real martian!? Cool!

“Flash, a speedster also known as Barry Allen.” The man pulled back his cowl as Superman spoke.

“S’up?” He asked with a smile.

“And Hal Jordan, one of the Green Lanterns.”

“The best Green Lantern.”

Batman grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “keep telling yourself that.”

Superman turned to Batman, but before he could, the Dark Knight spoke. “I can do it myself Clark.” He lifted his hand and removed his cowl to reveal a handsome man in his early to mid thirties with black hair and blue eyes. “Batman, also known as Bruce Wayne.”

He turned toward the kids. “These are my kids, as well as partners.”

He started with Nightwing. “Nightwing, aka Richard Grayson. My eldest.” Richard grinned and removed his domino mask. He too had blue eyes.

“Call me Dick,” he said.

“Red Hood, aka Jason Todd, my second eldest.” Jason pressed some button or something on his helmet and took it off to reveal… a domino mask. After a quick glare from Bruce, he sighed and took it off. Revealing black hair and blue eyes.

“Red Robin,” there was a soft ‘yum’ that came from the corner, though Peter couldn’t tell who said it. “Aka Tim Drake.” Tim pulled his cowl back and grinned. He had black hair and blue eyes.

“Over there is Signal, aka Duke Thomas, my ward.” The teen took off his helmet, revealing yet another black-haired kid. Though Duke was clearly african american, and had brown eyes.

“Next is Robin aka Damian Wayne, my youngest.” Damian sneered as if he were above everyone around him.

“Spoiler, aka Stephanie Brown, is a family friend.” Stephanie waved.

“I’m also his ex,” Stephanie said, jutting her thumb at Tim.

Tim groaned. “When will you stop introducing yourself like that?”

“When it stops getting under your skin.”

Tim sank back in his chair and flung an arm over his eyes.

Batman sighed once more. “Oracle, aka Barbara Gordan. Also a family friend, and our tech specialist.” Baraba nodded in recognition. “Now that introductions are out of the way, we must discuss how you got here, and how you’ll get back.”

Everyone nodded and began the discussion. Mr. Stark started off the explanation, going over Anagnorisis, the compound, the gun that they got hit with, and how they ended up in the crater.

The other adults - mainly Batman - popped in, talking about the calculations for such an interdimensional jump. Peter listened intently, as he found it utterly fascinating, but didn’t add anything. Then Tim spoke, listing off a series of numbers and variables, that were received with nods. Peter was a bit jealous that he spoke so easily. So Peter decided to add something later on, a small comment about energy sources. When he did, the conversation stopped. Peter thought he was dead meat for interrupting, but then Bruce - Wayne, not Banner - spoke.

“The kid’s smart.”

Mr. Stark smiled proudly.

A moment later the conversation continued. They went on for almost a half hour, and even Peter was getting a bit bored. He could tell the other kids were too. The girls seemed to have gotten back to their Dinosaur Game championship, and there were small cheers and groans coming from their corner every so often. Jason and Damian had yet to set aside their weapons, though they had begun a small conversation too quiet for Peter to hear. The only people who seemed to be paying attention were Dick and Tim, though Dick clearly didn’t understand half the words that were being tossed around.

The adults seemed to be disinterested as well, namely Barry and Hal, who were in the middle of a thumb war. When they inevitably got too loud, Batman sent a glare their way. The other members of the Justice League seemed to only be listening out of courtesy. As were Thor and Clint. Natasha seemed to be focussed more on the kids. She had a small frown on her face, as if something about them bothered her.

Everyone paid attention when Batman spoke next, however. “It should take at least a week to charge up the energy sources and prepare a device to send you home.”

Peter perked up. “That’s not that long. Have you dealt with interdimensional travel in the past?”

Several of the kids groaned. “Don’t remind me,” Stephanie said.

“Worst twenty-six hours of my life!” Dick agreed.

Then Jason spoke, and Peter was speechless.

“It was almost as bad as that time I died. Now that wasn’t a fun evening.”

“You died?” Natasha said, clearly confused and worried.

“I’m better now,” he said as if referring to a common cold. Jason had a small smirk on his face as he shrugged.

“Back to the discussion at hand,” Batman said, glaring at Jason. “Yes, Peter, we have dealt with the multiverse before. It should be fairly simple to locate your dimension and send you back. The only problem is powering the device. It requires Superman flying out to the sun and placing the energy core inside to fuel it. It needs to remain there for over a week.”

“You can fly to the sun?” Mr. Stark asked. “How do you survive?”

Clark shrugged. “I have impenetrable skin, and a very high melting point.”

No one questioned this, though Peter was quite intrigued.

“Where will they stay?” Dick asked, which caused a sudden silence.

“Does the Watchtower have enough rooms available?” Barry asked.

“What’s the Watchtower?” Peter asked.

“Our space station,” Diana answered, much to Peter’s delight, “and no, we have those visiting Green Lanterns, remember? Hal has been grousing about it all this week.”

“I was not!” Hal said, then sighed. “Okay, maybe I was, but that’s beside the point. What about your farmhouse, Clark?”

Clark shook his head. “Under renovation. Speaking of which I need to head over there after this. Lois will have a cow if I’m late.”

There was silence after that, as everyone was thinking. Then Stephanie got a - slightly evil, Peter thought - smile on her face. “What about the Manor? God knows we have enough space.”

“You don’t even live here!” Tim said.

Bruce glared at Stephanie for a bit then sighed. “The Manor would work. Though why anyone would want to stay with you rabble rousers is beyond my understanding.”

Jason snorted. “Says the guy who adopted us all willingingly.”

Batman grumbled, but was saved from replying as a sudden noise came from the door.

The meeting room had a wide glass window next to the exit - which was open - so Peter had a good view of the sleek black motorcycle that entered the cave, upon which rode a figure dressed all in black. The motorcycle was parked and yet another costumed teen - this time a girl - strolled toward the conference room.

She was dressed in head to toe black, in the form of a skin tight suit. She also had a yellow utility belt, and outline of a bat on her chest. She wore a black cape and cowl which had pointed ears and covered her whole face. There seemed to be some form of stitching across her mouth, which was quite creepy.

She walked forward and entered the room quickly. Bruce smiled upon seeing her.

“Ah, Black Bat. How was the robbery?”

She motioned with her hands in a way that Peter didn’t understand. It seemed vaguely like that sign language which he’d seen Clint use.

Whatever it was, Batman seemed to understand. “Very good. These are our visitors. Code 27G. They’ll be staying at the manor till we can send them back.”

Black Bat reached up and took off her cowl revealing an asian girl around eighteen year old with a black bob. “Good,” she said. “Names?”

“We’re allowing them. Over there we have Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker, and Bruce Banner.”

“Bruce?” She asked with a smirk.

Batman sighed. “Yes.” He turned to the group. “This is my Daughter Cassandra Cain. Alias is Black Bat.”

Everyone muttered small hellos, except Jason who said something with the word “favorite” in it. Cassandra didn’t seem bothered by the lack of enthusiasm. She just smiled and walked over to Damian.

“Seat. Mine.” She spoke simply.

Peter thought the kid would just sneer, but instead he quickly moved over. He could have sworn the kid looked scared. Perhaps the kid was all bark and no bite.

“Well, if that’s all, I really should be going,” Clark Kent said as he rose from the table. “Good luck with staying at the manor. See ya kids.”

“Bye Uncle Supes,” The kids chorused

“I should be going as well,” Barry said. I’m needed at the station.”

Soon the rest of the league left, and the Avengers were left alone with the bats and birds.

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ren1327 · 4 years

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Pretty Boy Ch. 6 Final

Ben woke up in a plush bed, body heavy and sore.

An arm curled around his back and he looked up to see Kenji’s sleeping face.

He noticed they were most likely at Kenji’s house and he wondered how they had gone from the club to here. He remembered everything else. Vividly.

He hummed and kissed Kenji’s jaw and cheek over and over, making the more muscular man groan before a smile graced his face and he pulled Ben into a tight hug, kissing him softly.

“Did we even drink?” Kenji asked.

“Only a sip between us.” Ben said with a smile.

“Then why do I feel drunk?” He asked and winked, Ben laughing and kissing him again.

“Where are my clothes?” Ben asked, looking around.

Kenji stretched and was about to say something when his father burst into the room.

“Kenji! Ben is missing—” He froze seeing both very naked boys in bed and his eyes scanned the room, seeing several trojan wrappers.

He closed his eyes and walked out, Kenji struggling to yank on some pants.

“Wait here.” He said and left, closing the door.

He found Kosei sitting in his office. He had his elbows on the table, face in his hands as he shivered a bit.

“Dad?”

“Will you go through with the marriage?” He asked, looking up.

“What?” Kenji asked.

“Will you go through with the marriage arranged for you?”

“I…Dad, I really like Ben. In fact, I think he could be the one.”

“Then I ask again.” Kosei said, louder. “Will you go through with the marriage arranged for you?”

He heard a sharp gasp.

Both men turned and saw Ben in the hall, dressed in his rumpled clothing. He was covering his mouth and his eyes shiny with unshed tears.

He turned and ran.

“Ben!” Kenji yelled and followed him.

He heard a car outside and looked out the window to see Ben getting into a sleek black car and it speeding off.

Dave was in the entrance hall.

“Who was that?” Kenji yelled.

“Uh, Barry.” Dave said, looking a little dazed.

“When did he get here?” Kenji yelled, grabbing some extra shoes and a shirt from the coat closet.

“He stayed over.”

“Why was he—”

He paused when he saw Dave’s cheeks color.

“I…I need to go.” Kenji said and ran to the garage.

He was just starting his car when Kosei came in.

Before his father could say anything, he peeled out and sped towards campus, to the shop.

“He’s not here.” Sammy hissed. “So get out.”

“Sammy, please.” Kenji said.

“No! He called me in tears! Barry had to stop to help him through a panic attack!” She yelled, despite the shop being busy. Many students watched.

“It’s all a misunderstanding!” Kenji said.

Grey came out from the back.

The shop door jingled as he grabbed Grey’s arm. “Listen! You got to tell your Dad to call the whole thing off!”

Grey yanked his arm away. “Hey, whoa! What are you talking about?!”

“Kenji!” Brooklynn grabbed his arm. “It’s not him!”

“What?”

“Okay, what the fuck is going on?!” Sammy yelled and everyone froze at hearing their resident cinnamon roll curse.

“Kenji.” Brooklynn panted softly, seeing as she had run after making a discovery. She searched her phone. “I was looking at my selfies from the party. And I had taken one in Masrani’s office before security found me—”

“Brooklynn, what the hell?” Kenji asked.

“Shut. Up.” She growled. “On his desk. I didn’t notice til I zoomed in…”

She held it up, showing a portrait on what he assumed was a family photo. Masrani, his wife and between them…

“Ben.”

“Ben Pincus-Masrani. His stepson from Sandra Pincus.” She said.

Kenji blinked and leaned against the counter, his knees shaky and weak.

“I’m engaged to Ben.” He said. Then he smiled.

“I’m engaged to Ben!”

Sammy was steaming and Grey and Brooklynn took a step back as she yelled “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!”

Simon knocked on his son’s door.

“Ben?” He asked and found his son curled up in bed under his blankets, Bumpy nestled up to the pile and whining.

“Son, what happened?”

“I thought he liked me.” He heard softly.

“Who, Son?” Simon asked as he placed a hand on the pile.

“Kenji. I…Dad I slept with him and he’s been engaged this whole time.” He said.

Simon took his hand back and bit his lip. He took a deep breath and said a prayer before peeling back the covers to see his boy, red eyes and crest fallen.

“Ben. I need to tell you something about Kenji. And about you.”

“Dad?” He asked and sat up.

Barry came in with some tissues and a water bottle. Simon took them and opened the bottle, handing it to Ben. “Drink.”

Ben took it and sipped about half of the bottle down slowly.

“Ben…Kosei Kon is one of my dearest friends.” He said softly. “And we drink sometimes.”

Ben looked at him curiously, but didn’t interrupt.

“I had had you for three years and loved you so dearly. Every time we met, the subject of our sons came up and one night we had gone way over our limit and somehow managed to write up a marriage contract between us for Kenji…and you.”

Ben felt like throwing up.

“I…I’m the one Kenji is supposed to marry?”

Simon nodded and Ben stared at his lap.

“When were you going to tell me?” He asked.

“We never expected you two would meet and like each other. We had hoped and—”

“You kept this from me. Did Kenji know?”

“I’m not sure. I know Kosei told him of the contract.”

Ben swallowed and suddenly heard someone pounding on the door. Barry left, hand on his taser.

There was yelling and someone ran to the room.

Ben stared up at his fiancé; Kenji Kon.

“Ben…” He whispered and fell to his knees, putting his forehead to the floor. “I didn’t know! If I did—”

Ben heard him sob and Bumpy jumped off the bed to lick Kenji’s ear.

“Your dog is making it really hard to do this.”

“Why didn’t any of you tell me?” Ben asked.

“I didn’t know I was engaged to you.” Kenji said, looking up. “If I had…”

“What?”

“I would have asked if I could court you or something.” He said. “I love you.”

“We just met.” Ben said.

“You feel it too.” Kenji pleaded.

Ben shut his eyes and sighed. “I do.”

Simon had covered his mouth, looking from one to the other. He quietly picked up Bumpy and exited the room, closing the door.

They both looked at each other and laughed.

Ben started crying again. “This is so crazy. How did they even make a contract drunk?”

“I know, right?” Kenji said.

He sat next to Ben and hugged him close. Ben sighed and leaned into his chest.

“Hey.” He said softly.

“Mm?”

“Do we have to get married right now?” Ben asked.

Kenji got back on the floor, on one knee. Ben laughed softly as he took his hands.

“Ben Pincus-Masrani. Over the last two weeks I have found you to be an adorable crybaby who can kick my ass at bowling, making drinks and having good taste—”

“Including you?” Ben asked.

“It was implied.” Kenji said with a grin. “But…I also found you sweet, brave and just…amazing. I really love you. So, can we stay like this until we graduate?”

“Engaged slash dating?” Ben asked.

“Engaged slash dating.” Kenji said.

Ben nodded and slid off the bed to kiss Kenji.

“Yes.” Ben whispered and kissed him.

“I can’t believe I’d see the day.” Brooklynn as Kenji and Ben stood for a picture in their white suits.

“It’s just an engagement party.” Yaz said. “I already know the wedding is gonna be crazy!”

“Oh, Ben!” Candy said and hugged her future son-in-law. “Happy birthday, Baby!”

Kosei smiled. “Thank you for being so patient with my son and this misunderstanding.”

Ben hugged both Kons and nodded. “It’s fine. I’m glad all this happened. Sorry this party came like, three years late.”

“Oh, Baby, don’t worry.” Candy said. “Kenji’s been busting his butt for this and I’m kinda glad. Are you okay with being outed as a Masrani?”

“It was bound to happen. I’m just glad I could give my exclusive to the most famous reporter out there.” He said and winked at Brooklynn.

The pink haired journalist winked back.

“Ben, Ben!” Carmen yelled; her little arms outstretched for him. Bumpy followed the little girl everywhere, both becoming attached from the moment they met.

Ben picked up the little girl as Kenji picked up the pint-sized corgi. Carmen nuzzled Ben and then made grabby hands for Kenji and Bumpy.

“Congratulations on your engagement and birthday.” Santi said, Sammy running forward to hug Ben.

She whirled on Kenji when Brooklynn took Carmen and Bumpy jumped away from him.

“And you! You better be the best husband when the time comes.”

“I will.” Kenji said, hugging Ben from behind. “I can’t risk losing my Ben.”

Darius smiled and put an arm around Brooklynn’s shoulders.

Zia and Franklyn came to talk to Ben next and Kenji shook hands with Ajay and Roland Tembo.

After a few hours, and a lot of cake, Ben and Kenji left to their two story house they had been living in for the last year. Kenji lifted Ben in a bridal carry and carried him in through the door.

“Do you have to do that every time?” Ben asked.

“Don’t have to.” Kenji said. “Want to.”

“Good. Now, for your engagement present.” Ben said as he stood up. “Bumpy’s with your sister for the night.”

“Yes?”

“Well?” Ben asked. “Unwrap me.”

Kenji gathered Ben in his arms and kissed him.

“I love you, Kenji.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Pretty Boy.” He said as Ben laughed and pulled him into another kiss.

#ben pincus #kenji kon #jw bumpy #jw brooklynn #darius bowman #sammy gutierrez #yaz fadoula #jw benji #jw fanfic #jwcc #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous pretty boy #camp cretaceous fanfic

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Day 5: Island Vacation

Title: It’s Time for a Vacation

Author: write-my-dreams

Pairing: JayTim

Rating: PG

Summary: Policing Gotham is a full time job for Red Hood and Red Robin. With Tim still healing from his broken arm, Jason decides it's time he take Tim out of the city and away from work for a well deserved vacation. The only issue is convincing Tim that they can handle being away for a week.

Note: This one is a direct sequel to Day 1's "Carnival" prompt. You don’t need to read it to understand this one, just know that Tim’s arm was broken before Day 1.

Read it at Ao3

Tim struggled into one of Jason’s shirts. He was tired of wearing T-shirts and sweatpants or leggings outside of work. He wanted to look presentable even when he didn’t have to be in the office. He was also determined to get dressed without assistance, broken arm be damned. Getting the shirt on had been a challenge. Getting it buttoned was a step up in the difficulty department. At last he had all but the top two buttons done. Now for pants.

Jason entered the bedroom to see Tim trying and failing to pull skinny jeans up with one hand. “Want some help, baby bird? You look good in my shirt. You should wear my clothes more often.”

“If I wear your clothes you’re in a rush to get me out of them.” Tim did a little dance to try to get the pants on. Giving up, he kicked them off and sat down on the bed. “I’m tired of wearing suits or gym clothes. Tired of needing your help to get dressed.” He raked his hair back with a frustrated huff. “I wanted to wear something nice instead of looking like a slob all the time. And I thought it could do it myself.”

Jason sat down next to him. “You don’t look like a slob. You’re far too pretty to ever manage that.” He wrapped his arm around Tim’s waist. “I know how fucking maddening it is to have an injured arm. Simple things like putting on clothes or eating become a lot harder. I know we Bats are stubborn as all get out, but it’s not a crime to need my help to put on a pair of pants or a shirt.” He kissed Tim’s hair. “Now I’ve got something to take your mind off your arm. And I’m not always in a rush to undress you when you wear something of mine!”

Tim decided he’d let Jason think that. For now. “All right. What do you have?” As frustrating as dealing with a broken arm was, he was blessed to have such a caring and attentive lover.

“Want me to show you now?”

“Please. I need a distraction that isn’t paperwork or security footage.” At least his usual villains seemed to be laying low.

“Close your eyes.” Jason waited until he did so before getting up off the bed. Tim heard Jason opening a desk drawer and closing it again. The surprise had to be something small then. “Quit trying to guess, Timmy. I know that expression. Now keep your eyes closed until I say so.”

Tim waited impatiently for Jason to return to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. “Can I look now?”

“Wait.” Jason laid something light on his bare thigh. “Okay. You can open your eyes now.”

Tim obeyed. He picked up the white envelope. It was unmarked and unsealed. Inside were two cruise tickets, a pamphlet for the company, two plane tickets, and then a receipt for a three night stay at a luxury resort. Tim’s eyes widened as he scanned the tickets. “You bought us a vacation?” He kissed Jason’s cheek, trying not to let the worry show. “That’s sweet of you, Jay, it really is. Are you sure you can take that time off though? Can we afford to leave? I have the company and computer monitoring as Red Robin until I recover. I know the Red Hood has a lot on his plate.” Both of them had duties they couldn’t simply walk away from for a week in Hawaii.

Jason pulled him onto his lap. “Knew you’d fuss. It’s all going to be fine, Tim. I’ve got everything taken care of. Bruce or Lucius will be in the office while you’re with me. Roy’s covering my usual patrol with Kori’s help. You’ve been working your ass off before and after you broke your arm. The carnival trip helped you relax a little, but this is something that you and I both need.” He rubbed Tim’s side and smirked. “Don’t worry about letting that big brain of yours go to waste. Night two on the cruise involves a murder mystery party. Should be a fun little challenge for us.”

Tim was still worried about leaving his work behind. He couldn’t turn Jason down when he’d gone to so much to prepare everything. And he really did sound excited about going to Hawaii with him. Plus, this was the first real vacation they’d be taking as a couple. “When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow evening. We arrive in Honolulu at 7 AM.”

Tim gaped. Clearly he hadn’t paid enough attention to the tickets! “Tomorrow?” He felt protests and excuses rising. One look at Jason’s expression had him taking a breath to force them down. Bruce had managed Wayne Industries with Lucius’ help before Tim had taken over. The company wouldn’t burn down around their ears in a week simply because Tim wasn’t there to run things. Gotham hadn’t spontaneously combusted during the course of previous injuries either. Their friends and family could handle the city while he and Jason took a much-needed vacation. “You’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you.” He sighed and shook his head. “We have to get awful Hawaiian shirts for the whole family.” He could already see Damian’s disgusted expression while Dick would love the shirt, no matter how hideous or tacky it was.

Jason snickered. “Already planned on that. My two favorite redheads are getting hot pink shirts with purple leis as their souvenirs.”

Tim grimaced at the thought of how badly that would clash with Roy and Kori’s hair. “Maybe we should find an ugly green for the family.” He froze, realizing that he was in no way prepared to leave since he hadn’t packed or notified the office or done a dozen other things he needed to have finished. He wasn’t even wearing pants! “Shit, I need to pack!” He jumped off Jason’s lap. There wouldn’t be time tomorrow with a full day at Wayne Industries including a board meeting and then lunch with a potential buyer for their newest water filtration technology. How was he going to –

“Relax, baby bird. I can see you panicking. Your suitcase is packed, Lucius knows I’m taking you to Hawaii as does your secretary. Both of them are excited for you and said you more than deserve a vacation. So we’re going to go on a cruise and enjoy our beach hotel. You can lay out on the beach and drink smoothies if you want, but this is our vacation and a mandatory break from work for you.” Jason took his hand. “No laptops, no iPads. Cell phone use for pictures only. Seven days of rest and relaxation. We both need this, Tim.”

Tim found himself taking a breath again. “You’re going to have to remind me how to relax instead of work.” If it worked he’d have to share some tips with Selina so she could try getting Bruce to take a vacation. She’d probably have to sedate him.

Jason laughed. “I promise I will.”

* * *

Tim settled back into his chair, enjoying the sand beneath his toes. Despite his misgivings about up and leaving Gotham the vacation had been a great idea. The cruise had been the most fun he’d had all year, even though the murder mystery had been embarrassingly easy to solve. Also Jason must have studied some kind of How to Romance Your Boyfriend novel as well because he’d been giving Tim melt into the mattress massages to really get him to relax. The effect had been kind of ruined last night since Tim kept giggling as he thought of the ghost tour they’d gone on as a joke last night.

“What’s on your mind?”

Tim realized he’d started laughing again. “I just pictured us going on a Gotham Ghost Tour with Cass and Dick. With the four of us wearing our new Hawaiian shirts.” He’d texted Kon a picture of Jason modeling the garish, pea green shirt with its oversized pink and purple floral pattern. Kon had responded with an offer to fly to Hawaii and burn the entire supply.

Jason snickered. “We’d have to bring the demon spawn and the redheads too. I think we’d wind up scaring all the ghosts away.”

“Probably. It would be funny though.”

Jason toasted Tim with his smoothie. “It would.”

They lapsed back into silence again. Both were simply content to soak up the sun and surf until they felt like moving on to a new activity.

#jaytimweek2017 #jaytimweek #jaytim #write-my-dreams wrote this #jason todd #tim drake #I wrote this

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Batfam/Avengers Crossover Chapter Three: Morning Routines

Tagging: @the-fair-maiden-of-fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Summary: Now that the Avengers have begun to settle into the Manor, they get to know the inhabitants.

Notes: Yo, I do take requests for scenarios, pov’s, and characters to show up!

Steve awoke in one of the most comfortable beds he had ever slept in. For a moment he was relaxed as the sun streamed in through the large window. Then he sat straight up. How did he get here?

Then he remembered. After the Justice League had left, Batman - he still felt weird calling him Bruce - led them into an elevator which emerged in a richly adorned sitting room. The entrance to the elevator being in the Grandfather clock which lay to the side of the room. A butler - a butler! Even Tony didn’t have one of those - had met them there. Batman had informed him that they would be staying for a while, and the butler had quickly led them to free rooms, assuring the Avengers that clothes would be provided before dinner. He had spoken the truth, as a change of clothes were provided shortly. Steve suspected they were pilfered from the manor’s residents.

Steve got out of bed and went over to the neatly stacked pile of clothes, and got dressed. He had been given cargo pants and a gray t-shirt. He then left his room and began to follow the smell of breakfast - a heavenly mixture of coffee, maple syrup, bacon, and blueberry pancakes.

Nat, Tony, and Clint were already in the kitchen when he arrived. They were sitting on stools at the island along with Tim Drake and Cassandra Cain. The Butler was placing a heaping pile of pancakes on the table whilst handing Tim a pot of coffee.

Steve walked over and sat down. "Good morning," he said. "They look great sir, thank you."

The Butler smiled. "Call me Alfred, everyone else does." He spoke with a crisp british accent, which Steve hadn’t noticed the evening before.

Steve nodded as he took some pancakes and bacon. Everyone else started chowing down as well, with the exception of Tim. Tim looked horrible, if Steve was being honest. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his lids were drooped.

Tim was about to pour some coffee, when Steve noticed he was clearly going to miss the mug. Steve opened his mouth to say something when Cassandra Cain reached over and casually pushed the mug over.

Tim filled up the mug. He either hadn’t noticed, or hadn’t cared.

Cassandra went back to her seat. "You sleep?"

Tim shrugged. "No more than usual. I had patrol, then worked on that eastside murder case."

Cassandra frowned. “ Sleep ,” she said vehemently.

"What's patrol?" Clint asked curiously.

Tim frowned. “We go out and patrol Gotham. Take care of crime. Typical vigilante stuff.”

This gave Steve pause. “You handle petty crime?”

Tim blinked. “You don’t? I thought you said you were superheroes?"

Natasha nodded. “So you’re like Peter. He protects Manhattan. The rest of us only got together due to an alien invasion. We’re what you would call the . . . heavy hitters.”

Cassandra nodded. “City needs us. Without . . .” She pursed her lips and moved her hands around. “Bad things happen.”

“Once you have finished, might I suggest you explore the manor or cave?” Alfred said as he placed more bacon on the table. “Master Bruce has a full gym and training areas in the Batcave which you are welcome to use. After all, if you are to stay here, you might as well have something to do.”

Steve stood up from his now finished meal. “Thank you Alfred, I believe I will. I think I remember the way to the cave. Thank you for the meal.”

Tony nodded. “See you down there, I guess.” Clint and Natasha agreed.

*****

Steve entered the cave to find that he was not the first one there. Standing on the main platform was an honest-to-god cow.

It was brown and white, with stubby horns and a baleful look. On its forehead was a brown patch that looked suspiciously like a bat. The cow mood.

“Bat-Cow! Get away from the invader!” Damian Wayne swooped in out of nowhere and landed in front of the now named Bat-Cow. “What are you doing in the cave?” He asked, his sword drawn and pointed at Steve’s chest.

“The butler - Alfred - said I could come down here to workout,” Steve replied. He was still trying to get over the fact that a cow was in front of him, being guarded by an eleven year-old in black training clothes that looked a lot like a ninja’s.

“T-t,” Damian replied, clearly unimpressed.

“Well, um. . . Is that a cow?” Steve couldn’t help himself.

“Yes of course. Are you blind? This is Bat-Cow. Bat-Cow, this is one of the invaders by the name of Steve Rogers. Stay away, he’s probably not even a vegetarian.” With that, the boy and the cow strolled away, and Steve turned to go.

*****

Steve found the gym platform and set to work. It was quite nice equipment, and Steve enjoyed using it. He wasn’t the only one, as both Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown were there with him in gym clothes. They both wore gray sweatpants, but Stephanie also wore a purple sports bra, almost the same color as her suit. Stephanie was using some resistance bands and Jason was bench pressing.

Steve walked in muttering about cows, which gained a smile from Jason, who inevitably heard him.

“If a cow surprises you,” Jason said between lifts, “then wait till you see Goliath.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve asked as he settled into a warm-up.

“One of Damian’s other . . . pets.” Stephanie said, a grimace on her face. “But boy, I can’t wait till I see your face!” She laughed as she finished up, and moved onto chin-ups.

Steve frowned, but let it slide. There was silence after a while as he settled into his routine. Eventually he moved over to bench presses. He began to set up the weights, glad there were so many, as he usually needed a lot more than the average man.

Steve looked over at Jason, who was still pressing. On closer inspection he was benching almost 400 pounds.

“Do you have super strength,” Steve asked before he could help himself.

Jason snorted and finished up his last few reps, setting the bar down then sitting up. He wiped his face as he answered Steve. “Nope, I don’t need superstength to get these babies.”

He lifted up his arms and flexed. This sent Stephanie into a giggle fit. “You,” She said between snorts, “Jason Peter Todd, are utterly ridiculous.”

Jason smiled as well before turning back to Steve. “But really, none of us bats have super strength. All we have is skill, and kicka** personalities.”

Steve frowned, but nodded anyway. He went to begin bench pressing when Stephanie asked him, “That Stark guy said you were a supersoldier, I assume that super strength comes with it?”

“Yup. There was an experimental serum that the scientists of World War II chose me to test. I worked in the army for a while, before I got frozen in ice due to taking down a Nazi ship. I got rescued and joined the Avengers to help stop an alien invasion.”

Jason muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “cheater.”

Stephanie glared at him. Before standing up and speaking cheerfully “Well, I’m going to go spar with whoever’s available. See you later?” Stephanie walked off, grabbing a purple water bottle on the way out.

Jason nodded. He moved on in his workout, and Steve went back to his bench presses. After a while, Jason had left to spar. Steve finished up himself, then decided to follow. He remembered seeing a fighting area on his way down, so he left the gym and started his search.

*****

Steve didn’t have to search for long, as the platform in question was easily the most crowded. It was the largest, with some thin mats on the floor. Steve wasn’t sure that they would provide much protection.

Thor was standing near the center, holding Mjolnir, and looking quite uncomfortable. He was seemingly being questioned by Damian, Jason, and Cassandra. Tim, Duke, Peter, Nat, Bruce (Banner), Tony, Bruce (Wayne) and Clint stood to the side. Their faces were a mixture of worry (Nat, Bruce Banner, Tony, and Clint), Amusement, (Tim, Dick and Duke), and confusion (Peter and Bruce Wayne).

Steve walked up to Nat. “What’s going on?” He asked.

“They're questioning the technicalities of being worthy of the hammer,” She said with a frown. “Specifically how many and how often you murder to be excluded.”

Steve frowned right along with her as he turned to the conversation.

“But is there a time frame?” Jason was asking. “Like say you don’t kill for like two weeks, and you’ve been super good? Would that get you points?”

“Uh. . .” The look on Thor’s face was priceless.

“T-t,” Damian said. “What about the technicalities behind the actual murder? Perhaps if a seven year old went on a killing spree? Would age exempt him?”

“I’m not sure a child would-”

“Not their fault?” Cassandra asked. “Forced? Didn’t know?”

Jason frowned. “Yeah, would the kid be declared unworthy if they were forced to kill? Or they didn’t know what they were doing?”

“Well, I-”

“What about mind control? Manipulation? Amnesia?” Jason asked.

“I’m sorry, but -”

“Do the more you kill, the more unworthy you become?” Damian asked, “Or until you hit a certain body count, it's a free-for-all?”

Thor sputtered. “Free-for-all?!”

“Or what if they were really bad people?” Jason asked. “Like other murderers? Pedophiles? Rapists? Drug dealers who sell to kids? If they did something wrong, would that cancel out your own wrongness?”

“These kids are hard-core,” Clint muttered.

“They raise a good point though,” Duke replied.

Tim nodded. “Ten Bucks its Damian who throws dear Thor off the edge.”

“Cass is feisty though.” Dick replied

Duke snorted. “Hah, never bet against Jason!”

All three exchanged handshakes.

“Okay,” Jason said, waving his arms about as he spoke with the utmost seriousness. “Does the way you kill affect how bad it is? Like would slowly and painfully bleeding to death be worse than a bullet to the head? Or say a sniper rifle compared to a handgun? Since one is more personal?”

Thor gaped at the young man.

“ Why kill.” Cassandra asked. “Told? Want? Accident?”

“What if it was to save yourself?” Damian asked. “If it was self-preservation, would that account for anything?”

“What if you were saving someone else?” Jason added. “Either directly, or just making the world a safer place?”

Thor frowned. “I do not speak for Mjolnir, but I assume all murder is murder.” The kids looked disappointed, so Thor continued. “However, if you wish to try to lift it, You have my permission to do so.”

“Naw, it's okay,” Jason said as the kids walked off looking dejected. “Doubt we could anyways, as Thor here just clarified.”

This caused the most uproar out of everything else in the conversation. Thor looked stricken, along with Peter, Bruce Banner, and Tony. Natasha and Clint looked at each other worriedly, Bruce Wayne, Tim, and Duke just rolled their eyes. And Steve was just confused.

“You kill?” Steve asked, as he started to worry if this universe was much more different than he had originally thought.

“Cassandra, Damian, and Jason had … unusual circumstances.” Bruce Wayne said simply. There was a silence after that. Then Bruce continued. “Well, we were about to start some sparring. If you’d like to join us, you are more than welcome to.”

Steve stood straight. He’d been looking forward to seeing them fight. “Sure,” he said as Tim, Dick and Duke exchanged ten dollar bils. “Sounds fun.”

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