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thebisexualdogdad · 9 months

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Summer road trip with the batfam (batfam x GN!reader)

● so Bruce rented an RV for the batfam to go on a three month coast to coast road trip

● no crime fighting, just family time

● with you, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Duke, Cass, Stephanie and of course Haley and Ace it was a bit of a tight squeeze

● Alfred was back at home taking a much needed work free staycation

● Kate was also invited but she refused to be stuck in an RV with ten other people all summer, she and Alfred are happy having breakfast together once a week

● Bruce drives the entire time with Damian as his navigator

● mostly because Damian and Jason would kill each other if they weren't separated

● Jason has purposely instigated fights with Damian by eating his snacks clearly labeled 'Damian' on them

● and sometimes Jason gets accused when it was actually Cass who took Damians snacks

● Barbara has every kind of first aid or bug repellent you can think of

● you stop to go kayaking and she pulls six different kinds of sunscreen out of her bag

● Cass is the one delegated to documenting the trip

● and she takes her job very seriously

● she never not has her camera in her hands either taking pictures or videos

● Stephanie "no Cass we do not need photos of the gas station bathroom"

● and she has photos of everyone sleeping in weird positions on the rv

● and a video of Jason snoring to prove to him that he does in fact snore

● you all take turns on where you guys sleep

● there's one queen sized bed in the back that fits three and the two couches turn into a bed that fits another three and the rest are in sleeping bags on the floor

● Ace and Haley however always sleep cuddling someone in the nice comfy queen bed

● Tim has researched every single place you guys are stopping at

● Bruce thought it would be fun to just wing it and see what happens

● but Tim would not let that happen, he has the entire trip planned out down to what towns you would need to stop in for gas

● places everyone requested to go that Tim denied

● Bruce: the world's biggest ball of yarn because it's a classic road trip must see

● Dick: the corn palace

● Jason: vegas

● Damian: probably like a sword museum in the middle of nowhere that he somehow knows has an authentic ancient sword the museum thinks is a replica

● Barbara: the mothman museum

● Stephanie: Roswell

● Duke: the first taco bell

● Cass: dinosaur world

● you do stop at multiple national parks

● going hiking and swimming in little lakes with their own waterfalls

● Jason tries to sneak a snake he finds back onto the RV

● Duke "Oh no, absolutely not, get that thing out of here"

● Damian "you afraid of a little old snake Thomas?"

● Duke "that thing is not little, it is a deadly creature and I do not want it anywhere near me!"

● the RV breaks down outside a town in Wyoming with no cell service

● you all argue about who has to walk the five miles into town to get help

● Bruce and Dick are the two that end up having to do it

● when they return Damian has Tim in a headlock and Cass is taking video of it

● the random guy with the tow truck they brought back "uhh are they okay"

● Bruce "Oh yeah this is normal for them"

● you and Stephanie ended up breaking the no crime fighting rule when you went into a convenience store for more snacks and walked right into a robbery in action

● you two kicked their asses with ease, tied them up for the cops and bought your snacks like nothing happened

● Barbara back at the RV "Y/N is that blood on your face?"

● "nope don't worry about it!"

● Dick brings lots of board games to play while on the road

● Tim and Damian go way too hard trying to win which you have to play mediator for before they try to throw each other out the moving RV

● Jason still loses even though he cheats

● and Stephanie pretends not to know the rules just to mess with Tim and Damian

● you also stop at a bunch of campgrounds, telling ghost stories and having s'mores around a fire

● Barbara "has anyone seen Jason?"

● Dick "I'm pretty sure he said something about being excited to finally cross off peeing in the woods off his bucket list"

● Duke "he has the weirdest bucket list"

● a lot of you are big readers so there's books packed everywhere

● Duke "ooh we should have a book club"

● Jason "absolutely not you're lucky I even participate in Grayson's lame board games"

● Damian "for once I actually agree with Todd"

● you guys finally make it to the west coast and you all stumble out of the RV

● Tim "thank God this trip is finally over"

● Bruce "Tim we are only half way, we still have another month of driving back to Gotham"

● Stephanie "I should have stayed home with Alfred"

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wolfjackle-creates · 6 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 18

Welcome to another WIP Wednesday!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1 AO3 Link

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.7k

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From the radio station, the four traveled to the television studio for their next interview. The host had listened to their radio interview and helped summarize much of the information before asking further questions.

Tim and his teammates called into question the biases of the Drs Fenton and hoped their criticisms would bring others to think twice before taking their word as gospel.

When they were finally done, it was almost nine.

Tim shot off a quick text to Bruce for his morning check-in. He noticed Conner texting someone, too. “Who’re you talking to?” he asked.

“Sam. She says Danny’s still passed out. But her parents are talking about some sort of press release the mayor is planning on putting on at City Hall at ten.”

Cassie groaned. “Ugh, more reporters. Please say we don’t have to go.”

“We should,” said Tim. “But we can go in civvies.”

“Can we at least get breakfast first?” asked Bart. “It’s been hours since we woke up!”

“Yeah,” agreed Cassie. “I’m starving. Let’s get some food. I think I saw a diner when we flew to our second interview.”

Before Tim could consider protesting, Conner had him secure in his arms and TTK and they were in the air.

“Lead the way, Wonder Girl.”

Tim scowled to hide his smile. “Oh sure, don’t listen to your leader. Just do whatever.”

“You’d let us starve?” wailed Connor. “Then we’ll stage a mutiny!”

Cassie laughed. “Yeah, see how long you remain in charge of a hangry speedster, half-kryptonian, and demigoddess.”

Tim grinned. “Oh, but you forget I know you all very well. I can win you back to my side. Starting with Kon.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” demanded Conner.

“Easy. I’ll just bribe you with Alfred’s cookies and a great movie. If I add in a dash of ‘I need your help’ and my puppy dog eyes and you’ll be eating out of the palm of my hand.”

“That’s another square on my bingo card!” called back Cassie. “And look, we’re here!” She pointed down to a quintessential American diner with green glass windows.

The group met Bart a block away in an alley where they shed their gear.

“I’ll tell Sam what we’re up to.” Conner pulled out his phone to send the message.

“Quit wasting time! We’re on a deadline,” moaned Bart as he positioned himself behind Conner and tried to push him towards the street and breakfast.

Conner laughed and refused to budge, so Tim figured a demonstration of his power was in order.

He got in front of Conner and pouted at him. “I know I was joking about not allowing breakfast, but I’m the one who didn’t eat before the interviews. An omelet is calling my name.”

Conner groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Fuck you, Rob.” But he stalked forward out of the alley.

Tim and Bart exchanged grins.

“Seriously, Tim,” said Cassie. “This trip has been great for my bingo card.”

Tim stuck his tongue out at her and jogged to catch up with Conner.

Breakfast was simple but tasty and they devoured far too much food. Their waitress was clearly impressed with her first exposure to a speedsters appetite. Add in a super and a demigoddess and it was obscene.

All too soon, however, it was time to go to the mayor’s press conference. As they made their way there, they joined a growing crowd. Clearly many people were interested in whatever the mayor had planned.

In the crowd, he could hear comments about their interviews. It seems both had been posted online and already had thousands of views. Some people seemed to be sympathetic to them, but others were mistrustful of the “outsiders.”

“If they’re such good friends, why did it take so long for them to come here?” asked one man of his friend.

“I’ve a cousin in Central City. She says trouble always follows a superhero,” said another.

Tim exchanged a look with Conner. He’d be able to hear more conversations and could share his perceptions later.

Before long, they were entering City Hall. Already the seats were full, so they were forced to stand in the back. Jack and Maddie were sitting near the front. Jeremy and Pamela Manson sat on the opposite side of the room as them, but also were near the front of the room.

Tim exchanged looks with his teammates to make sure they saw both couples. Conner was glaring at Maddie and Jack.

“They’re complaining about our interviews,” said Conner. “Throwing around guesses that we are either possessed or have already been brainwashed by the ghosts.”

“At least we know they aren’t observant. Maybe they won’t notice us.”

Mayor Montez stepped up to the podium and everyone fell silent. “People of Amity Park, we have been faced with a threat the likes of which we’ve never before seen! And based on the events of this morning, it doesn’t seem like we’ll be able to rely on outside help to get us out of it.”

A stone sunk in Tim’s stomach and he exchanged looks with his friends.

“We only have one piece of business today: Defeating the ghosts that infest our town. And to do that, I'm calling for a vote to cede all ghost policing and security decisions”—he held up a photo of Maddie—“to Maddie Fenton.” As Tim watched, however, the mayor’s eyes glowed red and he winced. “I mean Jack,” he corrected, holding up a new picture of Jack Fenton. “The completely competent Jack Fenton.”

“He’s overshadowed,” breathed Conner.

Tim nodded and was already sending a message to Sam, Tucker, and Danny. “And who knows who else.”

Before they could say anything else, the mayor continued, “And we’ve located the ghost responsible for all the terror inflicted on our town.” He held up a picture of Phantom. “Whatever some outsiders may have tried to lie to you about this very morning.”

A gasp rang out among the crowd. Tim glanced at his friends. Conner was glaring at the mayor fiercely and Tim attempted to step in front of him, as pointless as their relative sizes made the action.

The mayor smiled viciously as a panicked crescendo rose from the crowd. Tim’s phone vibrated in his hand and he saw a response from Sam.

Sam: We saw Sam: Danny is on his way Sam: And we’re following as fast we can

Under his breath, Tim muttered, “Conner, you and Bart should go suit up. Cassie and I will stay and keep an eye on what’s going on. Stay close, but try not to be seen unless an attack happens.” Subtly, grateful for their places against the wall, he passed over the thermos he’d taken with him that morning.

Tim heard Conner’s sigh of relief as the two slipped away. He hated pretending to be a civilian in a crisis. Even more than the rest of them.

Cassie whispered, “I almost hate you for keeping me here.”

Tim just bumped their shoulders together.

The mayor, or rather the ghost inhabiting him, raised his arm and silence slowly fell. “We cannot call for outside help. Those who call themselves the Young Justice today proved that the so-called heroes of this world will defend our enemy over us. That they will spread lies to keep us subject to the whims of these ghosts.” The last word was spat. “So we must solve the problem ourselves. Jack Fenton, if the people of this town agree, you and those you train will be our defense force, will you do this?”

Jack near jumped three feet in the air in his excitement. “I’ve been training for this my entire life, Mayor Montez! I’ll be honored.”

“I believe we must institute martial law! The 9 PM curfew will remain in place. No one will be allowed on the streets alone. No loitering. The park will be closed until further notice. Same with the public pool and library and a number of other locations. Drs Fenton, will you be able to set up buildings protected by ghost shields where people can gather for safety?”

Whispering broke out among the public. Maddie stood tall next to her husband, though being continually overlooked in favor of him was clearly grating on her. “We can. Fenton Works is already protected and within two days we can have another shield up and ready. Within the week, we could have five.”

The whispered were almost loud enough to drown her out by the time she finished speaking

“Order! Order!” called Mayor Montez. “All in favor of declaring martial law, and allowing the completely competent Jack Fenton to mobilize a massive ghost hunt, please say—”

But cutting off the mayor, Danny, in his Phantom form, suddenly appeared in the air in the middle of the hall. “I might be too young to vote, but I’m casting one anyway.”

Around them, everyone gasped and people began backing away even as Danny shifted to look at them. Tim and Cassie both tensed and prepared to run.

“You people have to listen to me,” urged Danny. “I’m on your side.”

Mayor Montez took a step back as members of his security moved to stand in front of him. Jack and Maddie jumped up and glared at him.

“You’re not fooling anybody, ghost kid!” declared Jack. “You are going down!” He reached back and pulled out the Fenton fishing rod, the line was horribly tangled and Jack began messing with it. “As soon as I finish untangling this thing.”

Cassie let out a disbelieving huff.

Tim shook his head. “Apparently,” he replied to her unasked question. He pulled out his phone and shot a message to Bart and Conner.

Rob: get back here now Rob: All 4 of us are needed

Before he even finished typing his last message, Bart was at his side. Just in time to see Danny mutter something and shoot an ectoblast at his parents who were thrown back with the force of it, destroying the podium and leaving a burn mark on the ground.

“Shit,” muttered Tim. “Cassie, let’s go. Impulse, try to help where you can.”

“You’ve got it.”

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And so the best of intentions go awry!

I can almost taste the end of this arc, but for all I know, that'll take another 10k to finish. So we'll see what happens. Hope you enjoyed.

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#dpxdc #now we find out the consequences of the interviews #amity parkers not trusting the JL will have zero consequences for the town #none at all #walker's plan is still going forward #and the worst is yet to come #*evil grin*

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 6 months

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So you had once mentioned that Batman trying to rescue/free darling, that would trigger a origins Deathstroke type of boss battle with Jason, and I’m curious, what other thots did you have on how that would go? Also bonus points if there’s a part at the end where there’s like falling debris or something and Jason makes a beeping for darling and shields them and Batman sees just how much he loves her

So Jason could NOT beat Batman in a simple hand to hand fight, and I think he knows this lol. It's why his biggest weapon is his familiarity to Bruce and exploiting his weaknesses in conjunction with overkill attacks. He's going to use pistols to be somewhat up-close without being at risk of getting disarmed, and put pressure on Bruce with his militia. Basically the Jason boss fight as I hoped it would go in-game is a mix of predator combat with him and the militia (like what we got), but that Jason also adapts in COMBAT one-on-one. Remember in City where if you did a type of attack, Freeze would adapt and you couldn't use it anymore? Jason's combat segments do the same thing: You use your Quickfire Batarang once, it doesn't work after that. Use a cape stun and beat-em-up combo? Only works once. I would also go one step further and implement a way to track what your most commonly used attacks/gadgets are in combat sections throughout the WHOLE game, and during the boss fight make them unusable. It makes sense narratively since Jason will have been observing Batman's strategy/fighting style the entire game and should be adapting accordingly. But Rocksteady only had so much money and so much time and fixing Jason's boss fight is one of MANY priorities they should've improved on lol.

With Darling, I think they'd work as a potential "stage hazard" of sorts. Once Jason is at 0 health, Darling rushes to try and prevent him from killing Batman/beg him to stop, this isn't worth it. And with Jason's hatred for Bruce overtaking his protectiveness at the one moment he has to kill Bruce himself, he lashes out and fires a warning shot at Darling (similar to the one he fires at Barbara after she crashes the car). His warning shot is however WAY closer than he intended and actually grazes them, and he panics thinking that he's injured or killed the one person he promised he'd protect.

Bruce uses the distraction to defeat Jason, but things play out similarly to the endgame where Scarecrow takes Jim hostage and has him go to Arkham. Bruce, accepting that he might really die tonight, gives Jason the first aid kit in his utility belt and tells Jason not to make the same mistake he did--"Don't value your mission over someone you love getting hurt." Batman's crusade against crime has gotten so many people he's cared about hurt/killed: Harvey, Barbara, Alfred (nearly dying in Origins), Jason. And he doesn't want Jason's quest for revenge to continue the cycle of loved ones being hurt when you need to focus on saving them. It's why Jason didn't realize how much Bruce had changed, when instead of focusing on Scarecrow and the Cloudburst (despite Alfred correctly pointing out Barbara would WANT Batman to value the mission over her), Batman refuses and immediately dedicates himself to saving her first.

So narratively it ties a nice little bow on things thematically and adds even more parallels between Jason and Bruce, as well as Jason and Darling. And nothing fucks my shit up like narrative parallels.

#i quote this George Lucas line way too much #my mom hates it and will actively cut me off #like we watch smth and its like #Me: Ohh. See that? It's like poetry it rhymes.#Mom: Yep.#Me: Each stanza y'know--#Mom: YEP.#Me: Each stanza with the last just rhy--#Mom: GODDAMMIT EVERY TIME #.dc #.arkhamverse #.jason todd #.arkham knight #yandere dc #yandere arkhamverse #yandere arkham knight #.myshit

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qcomicsy · 1 year

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Bruce wayne platonically sleep with both Clark and Diana pass it on.

It started as the three of them were responsible to supervise a very particular thing on a random mission, it went for literally days. They played cards. Gossiped about their coworkers. Had a heart-to-heart (to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to?). Clark cried a little. Played cards again. Diana cheated except she didn't because she would never, but Bruce was bored and butthurt so he said it anyway and "Clark stop laughing this is a serious matter". They ate whatever the jl freezer had. It tasted horrible. They talked about their family's. Clark is a good father. "Bruce it's going to work it out if you're just open it up-". They fought.

and then made it up because otherwise Clark would get sad. "How long it has been?" "42 hours". They waited in silence. "Bruce you should sleep". "No you won't stay awake a second night in a roll while we sleep. No I don't care how much your ninja training prepared you for that, I also don't care if he's going to do It anyway. Diana which side are you on?" Bruce stayed awake a second night in a roll. Clark woke up in a bad mood. It's nice how they're one of the few people who ever saw Superman in a bad mood. No they will never talk about it out loud. Diana made coffee. "It's not strong Clark. You have the taste buds of a child, don't look at me like that". They waited a couple of more hours. "How long it has been? I'm calling Jon-". Batman and Wonder woman play chess. Clark still is on his phone, he waits patiently as Jon tell him about his day, only giving his input every now and then. When they run out of things to say, Clark tells him to be good to his mother, that he loves them both and he's going to be back soon. He waits Jon to hang up. "Who's winning? Oh he's fine but Lois already went to work,". Batman won 5 times and Wonder Woman won 7. He's sulky about it.

"Let's do a re-mach again Alfred will make cookies".

"Ok".

They made it up for real this time.

"Bruce you should take a nap". "He wont". "I wont". "I know but he should". It's getting cold and didn't they had a warmer? Oh yeah of course it broke, they should really fix that thing. Diana wonders if she's ever going to get used to this type of weather. She misses home, not the one made of concrete, the one she danced with her sisters, she wonders what they're up to- "Oh thanks Clark". The fabric of this cape is really soft. "Thanks-

"my mom made it"

"his mom made it"

Clark glares at Bruce. They laugh. It's night again. "Have I ever told y'all...". "Yes Clark". "Oh". Now it's time to Diana glare at Bruce. "But tell us again". He does.

Diana laughs and in the same breath "When I was a child...". When she finishes Bruce hums "My father he...". "There was this girl...". When they blink it's day and when they blink twice is night again.

This time Bruce is going to sleep. Clark it's not playing. "You look like a mess". "He's right-" Diana adjust Clark's cape in her shoulders. "Even the bravest soldier needs a rest. You'll be no help if you keep going like this". Bruce want's to tell her they're not soldiers, they're a bunch of delusional misfits with too much power on their hands. But there's a curve in Diana's brow and a frown in Clark's lower lip that wisely tells him not to. He's exhausted. "I'm fine". "I won't argue about that". They do.

Bruce sleeps in the fourth night. He refuses to lay down so he just slauches in his chair, grumpy. Clark is not happy about it. Diana is not going to babysit a grown man. He'll sleep however he likes. They whisper. They don't need to have their faces close to eachother, they both have super hearing. But they do it anyway. It's comfy and Clark's shoulder is warm. Bruce might be having a nightmare. Clark reaches to the nape of his neck without thinking, thumb slowly caressing his cheek. "It's what ma uses to do". Present tense. Diana smiles. She does a small nod without taking her head of his shoulder.

They talk. Clark's heart is so big Diana swears she can feel it. They wait. Diana's knowledge transcends time and space and make Clark feels small in a good way. He almost feels like a child again. The world's too big fill with unthinkable wonder. It's when he realizes, he's a boy from a farm listening to a goddess. It doesn't feel as intimidating as it sounds. He misses not being expected to know it all. To do it all.

Bruce is awake but he's pretends he isn't. And Clark is aware but is pretending to not notice. He doesn't ask Clark's to take his hand off him. Nor does it take it himself. So Clark stays there. Diana is talking about art, culture and war and the good and bad of it all. Bruce it's breathing deep and his heart it's calm. The moment seems frozen on time.

It almost felt human.

It happens on the sixth day. Clark and Diana had an arm wrestling context. Clark won five times and Diana won two of it. He's trying not to get up to his head or overthink the possibility of her letting him think he won. Or the fact that with their sleep schedule no outcome would even come close to a honest result. She's not usually the type to lie and let him take the victory like that. "A fair match is a fair match" but she's has done it before. He's pretty sure of it. Batman is stuck in front of his computer, he misses his family. He misses his family but he won't say it. His jaw is clenched, he checks his phone every ten to ten minutes. But he won't say it. So he's keeping himself occupied.

Diana looks at the window and sit on the couch as Clark stretch himself before he sits next to her. Its noon. It's almost over. Bruce let's out a frustrated sight and turns off the computer crossing his arms to himself. He looks at them as Clark finishes stretching and lays his entire weight on Wonder Woman's side. There's few people there are able to handle him like that. And even fewer times where they actually have the time and the freedom to do it, so he's saving every opportunity that he gets. Bruce is staring at them. Clark lays his head on her shoulder. Bruce is staring. She mindlessly circles her arm on his neck resting her hand in his hair and messing his curls with the tip of her fingers. Bruce is staring. Clark looks at her to check if she's seeing it too, but her eyes never leave the unbreakable glass of the window. He looks at Bruce as he rest his head on her shoulder. There's a grown ass man dessed as a bat in the middle of a conference room crossing his arms glaring at an alien made of steal who's resting his head on a demigoddess who's humming a comercial dingle to herself, all of that, because he's to petty to come in and enjoy the moment. Clark wants to laugh about that.

And he does a little.

"You know, you can join too." He humours.

"Hn."

He's still glaring. Clark wonders if he's blinking.

He listen to Diana's heart. It's beating slowly, he's listening because we kinda wants to listen Bruce's, too. But the fact that Diana's heartbeat is matching the strokes in his hair caught him in a surprise. He's about ot say it when Diana goes unprompted.

"For a man who's willing to die for those he love you're sure afraid of showing intimacy."

It sounded like a teasing but her voice is cristal clear. It was obviously directed at Bruce but she's not even looking at him. And Clark want's to laugh because the man in his front it's unshakeable but his mouth twitched.

Clark still wonders if it was or wasn't a tease when she doubles down.

"Scary cat."

Clark chuckles.

Now she's looking at him.

Bruce lays on his back unmovable.

"Didn't know it was a requirement."

"There's a lot you don't know."

"Enlighten me."

"You're smart enough to get it."

Bruce takes a deep breath. The type no one would noticed, well no one but him. He's frustrated and Clark notices. But Bruce always look frustrated, so Clark knows it's not at them. The man eyes exchanged between his and Diana's.

"It's almost over".

"That's good."

"But we will have to stay a little more."

He can hear Wonder woman's other hand scratch the surfice of the couch with short nails something so small that he just silently registers it.

"How long." She's using her Wonder Woman voice. They all have one. All super-heros he means.

Some villains too.

Funny enough not many anti-heros do.

She's not even asking.

"I like this as much as you do."

"I never said I hate it."

"Neither do I."

"But I'm not happy with it." There is, Diana's voice. The tired one, the one he only heard five years into their friendship.

Batman drops the act.

"Me too." He takes of the cowl and passes his both cloves hands over his face and stays there as if he's analysing if he should say it. "I'm going to lose Damian's PTA and Cass's Ballet."

Silence.

"It's the third..." When his hand reaches his mouth he stops himself.

Silence

"So it's 16th." Diana helps.

"19th."

"Three days."

"Yes."

"Here."

"Yes."

"Until it's done."

"Yes."

"Have you warned the others?"

Batman just looks at her.

She doesn't bother to answer.

Silence again.

It's crushing. Clark misses Lois. He doesn't know if Jon has eaten, he called yesterday but no one picked up. They must've been sleeping. Kara promised check in. He misses his wife. He misses his wife and his house and his dog. He hopes Jon is feeding Crypto well because he forgot once, but he hopes Jon's be more aware now even if he's not there to remind him. He's kid is grown. He should send a message. And he should call Kon. But Kara promised check in. But that doesn't really matter because that's not the reason why he should call. And he should call. He won't, but he should. And Clark Kent was supposed to go back to his work after being "sick" four days ago. And-

"I mean it is cozy"

He hears his voice saying, it's the first time he intervene in a while.

Both Di and Bruce smile.

"He wouldn't know." She follows.

And that's enough to Bruce to join in. He sits besides them with the silent over-confidence he always has. But he clearly has no ideia about what to do with his hands. At first he puts on his own thighs, then he tries to rest in the back of the couch behind them, his hand nudges wonder woman's arm so the retreats it. Clark want's to giggle, instead he just take it on his own.

Clark was fourteen when he noticed men aren't supposed to be as affectionate as he was.

There's a akward wait between them. It's not the first time they do it, it probably won't be the last. But he always like to check. So he waits. There's a small squeeze, lighter than a feather and Bruce's weight slowly rests on him.

Clark's hand is too soft for someone made of steal.

They're exhausted. They all are, but they're not supposed to say it. Clark is resting on Diana's shoulder and holdings his hand and Bruce refuses confront what that does to hi heart. It's something too warm, too fuzzy and tender for him to grasp. Men like him aren't supposed to get that.

They sat in silence. Two of the most important beings of the universe and a spoiled brat. It's a joke. But he doesn't feel like laughing. He's not worth it. God knows he's not. But Clark's hand is soft and Diana's voice is crystal clear. So he stays anyway.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Hoping it never does.

Diana's reciting the constellations name's. More to herself than to any of them. She knows the star's first names. He knows the scientific one's. He kinda wants to correct her, just to be a brat. But his eyes are closing and clark is warm.

Bruce wakes up the next day with Clark's cape on his shoulder and no one at his side.

He smells coffee from the kitchen and hears Clark's voice faintly complaining from the hallway.

And he's horrofied.

He's horrofied because that's the comfiest and safest that Bruce has ever slept in his entire life.

And he can't stop thinking about it.

#Batman #Wonder Woman #Superman #superwonderbat #clark kent #diana prince #bruce wayne #I honestly have no idea what the hell possessed me on this one but there it is #i just love them #i love them i love them i love them your honor #dc trinity #dc trinity hc #dc hc #dc headcannons #no it's not revised we die like men do #just like bruce wayne

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stuffedwalrus · 2 months

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Little damian and duke bonding thing

TW: Internalized transphobia

“I..” Damian hesitates, something that makes Duke's mouth snap shut with an audible click. “I am not who you believe me to be. I..have deceived you all.”

“What?” Duke breathes out, intending to stop at that one word. He didn’t, however, instead continuing with a slight tilt of his head. “You get a new cat? A new secret identity? Wait, no, don’t tell me! You’re a clone.”

Damian, much to Duke's relief, rolls his eyes so hard it looks like it’d hurt on anyone else and scoffs at him. “Don’t be ridiculous, Thomas. This is serious.”

“Right, yeah, sorry. Keep going.”

“Tt” Damian sends another quick glance towards the exit, most likely assuring that no one was around to hear what he clearly needed to say and, frankly, it’s highly unlikely anyone would be. Damian had found him in a corner of the mansion not even Alfred frequented more than a handful of times throughout the months. A quiet, secluded, area towards the back of the manor with tall windows that overlooked the backyard and all the eerie land around the manor. The doors, made of large solid slabs of mahogany and forged years before even Bruce was a thought help in keeping the room hauntingly silent, allowing it to go relatively unnoticed.

Duke is starting to think that finding his shoes in here was a lot more deliberate than before, as Damians eyes slowly did another sweep across the sitting room.

“Hey, I really am sorry…about making it silly. Whatever this is seems important to you and I—”

“Shut up, Thomas. You're making me regret this.”

“Right, right. Carry on.”

Damian takes one more glance around the room before leaning his upper body closer towards Duke, a grave expression on his face.

“I am…not a boy.”

“Oh.” Duke pauses, whole body going still while he processes the new information. “You’re…not a boy?”

“No.” Da-they mutter, looking away. Duke hums, shifting his body weight from where it had settled at the tips of his fingers. He wills a few shadows away, the one he naturally creates when he gets the urge to hide, and looks to his…younger sibling with something he hopes looks like empathy.

“Okay, not a boy. Cool, that’s cool. I’m not, either.”

“What.” Dami(?) says flatly, looking at Duke with a mix of emotions that he cannot pinpoint. He thinks he sees contempt somewhere in there, though. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I-” Duke cuts himself off, looking back and forth between D and the door. “I mean I’m not a boy either. I haven’t really told anyone in the family, kinda wanted to feel stuff out first, y'know but. Yeah.” He finishes lamely. It’s clear D is not impressed if the look on her(?) face is anything to go by. They don't say anything immediately, which causes a swirl of emotions to fill Duke's chest but finally, after a few tense minutes, D speaks.

“I refuse to sit here and be mocked by you, you insolent-”

“Whoa, whoa. Who’s mocking you?” Duke asks, genuine confusion flooding his brain. He thinks back on his words, wondering what it is that possibly could’ve been misconstrued. “I’m not mocking you?”

“Then what are you doing?” D hisses, shoulder tight with something a little too closed in to be anger.

“I’m…trying to relate?” He says like a question which makes D curl up tighter. “I just- I’m not a boy. You said you weren’t and I…thought it’d make you feel better if you knew I wasn’t fully one either?”

“You were born a girl too?”

“I-what.” Duke blinks, eyes widening as he looks to D with scrunched up brows. “No? I was assigned male at birth…were you not?”

Suddenly D…Damians(?) face heats up as he(?) averts his eyes from Duke. It’s the first time he’s ever seen Damian do that and it’s kind of freaking him out. “Did I not just tell you such?”

“I..I thought…wait so are you trans or not?”

“What’s trans?”

Duke blinks at the kid. Once. Twice. Realizes they’re fully serious. He suddenly rises from his seat, feeling the need to pace around while he tries to process what it is exactly that he’s missing.

“Okay…okay. You said you aren’t a boy-”

“Correct.” Damian murmurs, looking to Duke with open weariness and a little bit of annoyance.

“That you were assigned female at birth-”

“Yes, Thomas we’ve established.”

“But…we all know you as a boy.”

Damian physically curls up on himself now, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He rests his head on his knees but doesn’t look anywhere near Duke.

“I…I was told to, by mother, when I first got here.” He explains but not really because that is, in no way, shape or form, an acceptable explanation. Luckily he continues. “I was told it’d be better to tell father I was a boy, in case there may be any issues with me being heir due to my gender. After I cut off all connections to mother and the league I...remained a boy. I feared revealing such information may cause my path to redemption to suffer…”

“But?” Duke prods, gently, brain making connections seconds ago but needing the words straight from Damian himself.

“But..” Damian does finally look at him now, though it's brief and filled with something so so heartbreaking before it’s immediately covered up by that classic Wayne Family Wall Building. “But…I…had grown quite comfortable portraying myself as male. It was…nice. I had never given much thought to who I was before I came here but…if I had had a choice…I believe I would have chosen to be a male from the very beginning.”

He shoots another glance at Duke, immediately averting his eyes down to the bright green fuzzy socks he adorned. “Though I am aware that is a foolish desire. I am a girl…I cannot escape that.”

Duke thinks he hears Damian mutter a small “no matter how hard I try” under his breath but doesn't think too hard about it because he's far too busy taking in a big breath. Letting it out. Doing it another time for good luck and sanity.

“Okay…can I tell you what I thought was going on?”

Damian raises a brow but gestures at him to continue.

“I thought…that when you told me that…I was gonna have a new sister or something.”

“I am not new. I was always your sister.”

“You’ve never been my sister, Dami. I thought you were trans but, like, the other way at first. “

“ I..still don’t know what that means.” Damian mutters, still clearly upset by his lack of knowledge about something. Anything, really.

“It's..it's you, I guess. It's when someone is born as one gender but realizes they're actually another gender. Or no gender, that works too. Or both genders. Or, really anything. Like, all the genders but not all the time? I'm that, I think? Look-” He cuts himself off, finally sitting back down on the couch next to Damian. “If you were technically born a girl but you're a lot more comfortable and happier being a boy then…well no one's gonna tell you to go back to being a girl.”

Damian looks at him suspiciously, eyebrow raised to the high heavens.

“You're pulling my leg.”

“I'm not. I wouldn't. Not about this.” Duke reassured, placing a hand in the space between him and Damian. It doesn't quite reach the other boy but it's there if he wants it. Needs it.

“You are.” Damian insists, sitting up straighter and shooting a disapproving look at the hand. “Grandfather would never allow such a…a delusional existence.”

“It's not delusional. It's real and it's completely valid and…and super cool and…shit I am not made for these speeches.”

“I'll say,” Damian snorts, hands crossing over his chest.

“What I'm saying is you don't have to be a girl if you don't want to. If you want to keep being a boy then be a boy. We'll all accept you, dude. It's all good.”

Damian doesn't say anything, instead sitting almost completely still and silent for a good five minutes. Duke was about to shake him before his head suddenly snapped up, looking towards Duke's direction.

“I want to be a boy. If I am truly allowed to choose…I choose this. I choose to be Damian.”

“Cool.” Duke nods, smiling. “That's cool, dude. Glad you're learning new things about yourself.”

“Yes. It is...good. And you're sure father will not be upset?”

“Nah. When Tim came out as bi Bruce went on a whole deep dive learning all about the community and making sure he was super inclusive. If anything he might be too supportive.”

Damian snorts and Duke silently pats himself on the back for this big bro moment of his.

“Though, quick question.” Duke says, mind raking through every bit extra thought in his mind. “Why...did you tell me? Before anyone else? Before Bruce or Dick?”

“Well…” Damian hesitates. He's been doing that a lot these past few minutes. It should freak Duke out but right now his brain is fried and stuck in protective older brother mode. Every hesitance is just an added weight to his already cracking heart. “You're the most accepting of strange situations and people and I assumed you'd be the most…okay with my lies. Nor would you use it as blackmail against father or Grayson. You're good, Thomas. I….I needed good.”

“None of the others would do that to you.” Thomas says first, placing a hand on Damians shoulder. “They're jerks sometimes but they're not monsters. They're yo-our siblings. They'd let you come out on your own time.”

Damian doesn't say anything and Duke doesn't make him. They sit in silence for a few minutes before Damian's body slowly starts to tilt to the side. He lands, gently, onto Duke's shoulders, his head resting perfectly on top.

“I'll have to let them know eventually. They'll want to let the public know and I'll need a good cover story to hide why they were unaware of the truth.”

“You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. For however long you don't want to do it. This is your thing, not theirs. You can tell them and we'll never tell the press or Gotham and you'll go on just like how you are. All your shit says male, anyway. Not like we'd have to change anything there.”

“I guess.”

“And medically everything can be covered. Bruce can make, like, a thousand NDA’s. You might get some pills or some shots or some other stuff. Nothing crazy. Nothing anyone will look down on you for.”

Damian hums, mouth pressed shut.

“And, hey,” he nudges Damian to look up at him, making sure their eyes meet. “I'll be right there with you if you want. No matter what anyone says or how anyone reacts, I'll always be in your corner, okay? Always.”

“I—” he cuts himself off with a quick yank of his head and a hidden sniff. “Thank you, Th—...Duke. Thank you, Duke. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime, Dami. Anytime.”

#little idea i had #I AM NOT A COMICS READER #I RECENTLY GOT INTO THE FANFICS AND I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE CUTE #Sorry for any inaccuracies I just like sibling bonding #damian wayne #duke thomas #I don't think the league is transphobic but i needed plot #tw internalized transphobia #tw slight sexism #batfam #ficlet #not a fully fleshed idea #pls no hate i know its ooc I just wanted to write this pls y thank u

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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[7/?]

this snippet is inspired by this post that had me wheezing yesterday

“Tim, can I ask for advice?” Marinette shuffles over to sit beside her sleep-deprived brother, handing him a cup of green tea.

He stops typing to take a sip of the drink. “Sure, what is it?”

“So I caught Dad researching some, um, modern slangs,” she begins. “And I thought it’s pretty harmless, y’know? He’s doing it to understand us better. I didn’t mention it at all but the definitions were a bit questionable.”

“Uh huh, go on.”

Marinette frowns. “But one day, this thing happened.”

—

Marinette finishes lining up the freshly baked macarons on a circular tray. She perks up when she notices Bruce entering the kitchen.

“Hey, want some macarons?” She picks a strawberry-flavored piece and hands it to him.

Bruce takes a bite. “Mmm . . this shit bussin’.”

Marinette’s too stunned to speak. Her brain freezes, flashing back to the time she caught him researching slangs. Oh no . . . But before she formulates a coherent response, Bruce finishes the macaron, pats her on the head, and leaves for work.

—-

“He said WHAT?!” Tim nearly does a spit-take.

“Yeah, he said that.” Marinette cringes. “I was wondering if I should tell him not to say those things.”

Tim sets down his mug and holds both of her shoulders. She stares at the dark circles under his eyes mirroring his. “Nettie, listen to me, you can’t tell him.” He narrows his eyes. “Every instance he does that will be the drug that will motivate me everyday to live and we need everyone to witness it first.”

“Uhh, okay.”

“What else did he say?”

—

Marinette glides down the grand staircase with her new dress. For a rare time, she’s made a piece for herself and herself only. Bruce passes by and she waves him over.

“What do you think of my new outfit?” She does a spin. “I just finished making it.”

Bruce gives a nod of approval. “Slayyy.”

—

Alfred has gotten them all to be present at the family dinner that night. Marinette slips into the seat next to Tim, casting a furtive glance at her father. She both hopes and dreads that he strikes during mealtime.

As utensils scrape on plates and chatter fills the room, she patiently waits. Suddenly, Damian clears his throat. “Father, I refuse to attend the gala this Saturday.”

Bruce sighs. “We already talked about this. All of you will go, and no exceptions this time.”

“What if I have homework?”

“Then finish it before Saturday.”

“But Father—”

“You are going to the gala, Damian,” Bruce declares sternly. “Periodt.”

The madness that consumes the entire room is peak chaos. Tim and Marinette lean against each other, covering their mouths to muffle their laughter. Dick’s fork falls and clatters on his plate. Both Stephanie and Jason are choking on their food, while Duke and Damian wear looks of confusion. Cass’ eyes grow wide. Even Alfred quirks an eyebrow.

“Sorry, B, what did you say?” Dick coughs.

“Periodt. End of discussion.”

“Oh. My. God,” Stephanie whispers, wiping her chin.

—-

Marinette is certain that Batman will also make it a point to throw out straight-faced slangs during patrol. After transforming, she asks Alfred to help connect her to the comms so that she’ll be able to hear the others while still being untraceable.

“The robbers are heading to an abandoned building,” Oracle reports. “I don't think that place is anywhere near accessible.”

“That’s sus,” Batman comments.

“Sorry, that’s what?”

—-

Inari positions herself on a rooftop near where the other vigilantes are. Nightwing does an extravagant flip when he moves from one building to another.

Batman only mumbles but the sound is picked up by the comms: “So extra.”

The sound of someone wheezing follows after. Inari guesses that it came from Red Robin.

“What was that, B?” Red Hood asks.

“I said your movements are on fleek today, Nightwing.”

—

“I got him!” Robin calls out, pinning one of the criminals in an alley.

“Good. Wait for us, Robin. They’re going to catch these hands,” Batman instructs.

Inari bites her lip to keep any noise from escaping. It’s a good thing she recorded all of that.

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#maribat #bio dad bruce wayne #maribat fanfic #fox DCW #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat bruce wayne #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #miraculous x dc #maribat batfam

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incorrectbatfam · 2 years

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could you do any stephanie and bruce headcanons

I need to work on using the "keep reading" cuts

Bruce's grief after Steph died was much more silent than Jason's because otherwise the public would've started prying, but he also placed every ounce of blame on himself and seriously considered retiring Batman (and in turn, Robin, so no more kids have to get hurt)

She jokingly made him pinky promise to take her to Belgium for waffles on her 18th birthday and he stuck to his word

They sold rainbow cookies at Pride and the proceeds (plus an extra donation from Bruce) went to Steph's high school GSA

Steph changed Bruce's lock screen to her double-chin selfie with a psychedelic filter. When one of his coworkers at saw it, he just said, "Kids, am I right?"

They are contractually obligated to sing the Space Jam theme together at karaoke

Whenever they travel as a family, Steph and Bruce each get their own hotel rooms—Bruce because he snores and Steph because she thinks she's Adele performing at Wembley Stadium

She trolled Bruce's Twitter so hard that people were convinced she was a rival CEO

Steph refused to let Bruce pay for college, so instead he visited often and helped her write the perfect scholarship applications

She found a five-leaf clover and stuck it to Bruce's cowl in the middle of his town hall speech

They tried to cook together and reeeally overshot the amount of salt

Bruce cried a little when she moved to her first apartment

They went to a family therapist for 3 months after Steph came back from the dead to sort everything out

Steph doesn't remember when she told Bruce she doesn't like licorice, but he never forgot

She decorated Bruce's motorcycle helmet with Spoiler stickers

They have a shared hatred for people who don't put their shopping carts away

Bruce learned the "make a wish on a dandelion" thing from Steph, and he does it when no one's watching

In her senior year of high school, Steph was on the freshman orientation team and to stand out from the other orientation leaders, she had Batman stand next to her handing out free t-shirts

Bruce follows her suspicions, no matter how silly they might seem at first—she has a better eye for details than him

One time he found her tinkering with a non-functional music box she found in the attic. They stayed up all night to restore it together and when it was done, it had a newly painted ballerina and played Martha's favorite childhood song

When she was Batgirl, people constantly compared her to Babs and Cass and it made her question every tiny thing she did and whether she could live up to the mantle. Bruce knew this, and he also knew this wasn't something he could fix for her in one fell swoop. Still, that didn't stop him from leaving the positive comments on her mission reports and telling her she's doing a good job in the middle of a fight

"Bruce, I can read your mind." "What am I thinking right now?" "Why is her thumb in my ear?"

Her way of waking him up involves a squirt gun in each hand

Bruce thinks Steph is really brave for showing up to the Wayne gala in an outfit that's half of her Spoiler costume mixed with pajamas

Bruce failed his own company's drug test because Steph gave him a poppy seed bagel that morning

Steph played an important role in Bruce and Selina's wedding: making sure villains stayed away and the cake didn't topple over

One time they were the only ones awake at sunrise when the snow had just freshly fallen, so they raced outside for a snowball fight

One of their undercover disguises was as a father and daughter—with Steph being the father

Steph forgives Bruce for her death because she was the one who put herself in danger, and she hopes someday he can learn to forgive himself

They both picked the worst wallpapers for the bathroom so Alfred had to override their decision

Steph made him watch all the Tinker Bell movies

#ask #anonymous #bruce wayne #batman #stephanie brown #spoiler #batfamily #batfam #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #tw death mention #tw food mention #tw angst

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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I’m loving the batmom storyline So Much! Is there any chance we’ll see her and Damian talk? I feel like, even as a self righteous murder child, he’d probably have some questions. And I doubt Bruce would be the one to answer them

(also ps I love your writing so much! I check your blog Daily for updates <3)

Alfred, bless him, had been doing his best to tempt you into eating and making sure that Bruce kept his distance, but it was still hard being back here.

Damian, for all his pretensions, was still just a little boy.A skilled fighter, to be sure. But a child. And he was curious about you. So naturally, it didn't take long before you caught glimpses of him- Keeping his distance but. Watching. It was creepy. Understandable, you supposed. Given the way his mother had just barged into your house to basically demand that you go home to take care of him- but still creepy.

"I see Master Damian has resumed his post," Alfred murmured, setting a lunch try down for you.

"He's been there all morning," you sigh, "Did Bruce-"

"Master Bruce swears he has nothing to do with it," he answered frowning, "Still I can try to-"

"Do we have a chess board?" you muse, slightly louder. You can practically see Damian's ears perk up. Bruce had been busy- either pining over you or working cases. Alfred was kind but very busy. And the other boys didn't want much to do with him- or he them. He didn't see much point in them now that his father had a fitting heir.

The butler smiled a little and bowed slightly, "I'll bring one post hate, Madam," he answered, pitching his voice so Damian could hear him. He'd developed a nasty habit of refusing to use your name. Referring to you only as "Father's Woman". It was demeaning at best and a habit that would need broken quickly.

"Thank you," you answer, smiling. Alone, Alfred usually only referred to you as 'Madam' sarcastically. So you assume it's for Damian's benefit. Particularly when he returns shortly with your chess board and is especially deferential about it. Making his fussing sound obsequious-which under different circumstances would probably leave you confused.

Alfred's exalted position had a handful of perks. One of them was being able to refuse to follow orders but a particular favorite of his was scolding people into doing what he wanted.

You set up the board once Alfred had left again and looked directly to Damian's hiding place. "Are you going to come play with me or just stare at it?" you ask.

And when the boy, caught dead to rights with no feasible option of escape, slinks out, pouting, you smile a little.

"I heard Drake say that I'm the reason you left," he scoffed.

"You aren't," you answer simply. "Not directly anyway." It's not your place to inform him of the infidelity.

Damian moved his knight and considered that, not looking at you as he stared at the board, "Father says things are different when you're here."

"I'd imagine they are," you answer lightly. "Your father likes things how he likes them. But I enjoy reminding him that the word doesn't revolve around him... I don't really know what things were like before I was here. Dick could probably tell you."

"Check," you say, moving a piece. Shrugging slightly when Damian glared at you.

"How-" he started the demand but broke off when he say how you had him trapped. Now he was in check but your next more would have him tidily defeated as his only defense would be gone when he sacrificed it to save his king. Damian scoffed and tipped his King in defeat.

"Never underestimate your Queen, Damian," you caution. "Even with one gone, there's always a way for another to take their place."

Damian frowned, but nodded slowly. It wasn't a threat. Your mild facial expression had never changed. But it was a warning. He just wasn't sure about what.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #anon ask #ask answered #batmom!reader #minors dni

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mr007pennyworth · 2 years

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QUOTES FROM A DISTANT LAKEHOUSE - PART 1/20

*Gareth just read all of Alfred's unsent letters from when they got spilt up in the forces, Alfred is sat at the kitchen table as Gareth paces about*

Gareth: *pacing, distressed* "You-you, how could you sit there and not say anything Alfie, all these damn years and you think I never wondered about us myself?"

Alfred: "I had no right to say anything while you had that ring on your hand"

Gareth: *nearly smacks a hole in the wall when he stops against it*.

"Well it's gone now, alright, it's gone...she's gone"

Alfred: *sighs, half way to tears* "I know she is, I was there wasn't I? I watched the wedding, I watched her funeral, I've been right there this whole time and I saw how she loved you, how fucking happy you were with her right up until the end Gareth, you ment everything to her at one point and she was buried with your name and your heart and I refuse to ask that back from her when you know for a fact you never looked at me once like that!"

Gareth: *having lost the will to stay stood up is sitting on the floor against the wall watching Alfred approaching and glares*

"You don't know anything, you don't know anything about how I feel, you never asked"

Alfred: *sits down beside him* "Did I need to? I was your friend Gareth, I know you loved me but I never deserved what she had from you, I still don't"

Gareth: *shouting* You were my fucking best friend Alf, you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me and after what we've been through I think we both fucking deserve what we want"

Alfred: *crying but laughs* "Gareth, second best and you know it, I'm sorry but you have no idea what you want...I'll give you anything and everything you ask for, for the rest of our lives but please don't try to convince yourself you can ever love me like you once did her, she ment everything to you and she hated me, she'd hate you to downgrade to this this old dog..."

Gareth: *climbs in Alfred's lap and presses his forehead against Alfred's*

"Then tell me..."

Alfred: "Tell you what?"

Gareth: *losing the fight not to cry*

"Tell me you don't love me? Tell me your not the man in those letter's anymore? You not the man who came to my rescue on a cliff side, gave me his shirt when I tore mine, took me in his bed when I couldn't sleep, became a medic just because I got hurt, cleaned my wounds for ten years, let me sit in his lap for ten years, got called my husband for ten years, took bullets, shrapnel and fist fights for ten years, encouraged me to become everything I am now and made me almost scream his name in the front seat of a jeep four times! TELL ME!"

Alfred: *reaches up to wipe his tears away* "I can't...I can't tell you that, because I still do...I've always loved you and I've been prepared to deal with not having you for thirty years Gareth, nothing has to change, nothing has to change, we're fine as we are"

Gareth: *scoffs* "Were so fucking far from fine we've made a new section the dictionary Alf"

Alfred: "I refuse to ask you for anything Gareth, I'm sorry"

Gareth: "Yeah well bad luck because your husband's back and he's fucking mad he missed out on thirty years of sleeping with you so get used to it"

#mr007pennyworth #Quotes from a distant lakehouse #dontcxckitup #bvs verse (irons)

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home-at-nine · 25 days

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Prologue

"Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names." - Japanese Proverb

I watch the seconds tick by very... goddamn... slowly. As I look up from my laptop, I see my younger sister at the door. The cursor on the file blinking as I struggle to find the words to express the bullshit that's happened these past few weeks.

"Will's calling you down for dinner"—He pauses for what it feels like an eternity—"Alfred."

"Still not used to that, Frog?"

"I can't believe you went with 'Alfred'."

I close my laptop and begin to get up. "Why not? He's the best comic book character ever. And you don't get to judge,"—I chuckle—"Artemis."

"Fuck you."

"Double fuck you twice."

I close my door behind me and start walking down the stairs. "How about Albert then?"

Artemis follows me down the stairs. I smell the aromas of Will's cooking in the air. I feel the saliva in my mouth pooling like a sea. I turn around and look at my baby sister, "Frog?".

Before she can respond, I rush down the stairs. I wince as the light in the dining room hits my eyes. I look at Will in bewilderment. "How the FUCK are you so perfect, bitch?"

Will's one of my closest friends. His parents died young, so he moved in with his grandparents. They died a couple years ago, when Will turned 19, inheriting the house we're living in now. I love this man with every fibre of my being.

"I don't know, bro. Ask God," He smirked. He has a great smirk.

I go to the sink and wash my hands, looking down to see if the cuts healed. They hadn't.

I sit down at the table and look at the Butter Chicken he just perfectly cooked. "If that's too sweet, I'm putting you in a goddamn headlock."

Got to make sure he knows you don't fuck with the Butter Chicken.

I analyse the food at the table. Garlic naan, achar, and, of course, that perfect smelling Butter Chicken. Surprisingly, it doesn't smell too sweet. Just perfect. Even the restaurants back in India mess that up.

Frog joins us at the table and we begin eating. Despite the boisterous interaction from my bewilderment at Will's ability to cook, there hadn't been much conversation. I regret that. I wish I could talk to him like nothing was wrong. I wish I wasn't locked away in the room he's providing to me, on his dime.

Frog looks to Will, "You got a better name than 'Alfred' in mind? Because I refuse to have an older brother named 'Alfred'. How'd you come up with Will?"

Will took a moment, "Not gonna lie... I was just a big fan of The Ranger's Apprentice. And it was my great-grandfather's name, so I felt doubly comfortable taking that on. Me personally, finding a name was probably the easiest part of the process."

I know where the conversation's heading. I don't have too much I like and I sure as hell ain't naming myself after a historical figure. I spring to change topics, "I'm gonna start looking for work this week.".

Will and Frog pause. Will looks at me with a weird look on his face, "You can take a bit longer, Ch—". He stops himself before he finishes.

He continues, "—Alfred."

I stare at him for a second, chewing my food just a little longer than necessary. I know he wants to help me. Provide for us. But I want to help him too. The tablecloth has a nice texture. Somewhere between rough and soft. A gridded pattern runs across its entirety, rubbing against my fingers as I play with it.

Frog pipes up, "Speaking of... we need a new name. 'Alfred' sucks. I refuse to have a brother named 'Alfred'.". Will and I turn to her and I thank the Almighty for giving me a second to think of what kind of work I could do. Will is smart. Capable. He's taken care of himself without issue. What could I do?

Will cracks a small smile, "How about Atlas?". My head spins to look at him, nearly cracking my neck in whiplash. I've crumpled a little bit of the table cloth. Asshole's making fun of me.

"OOH, ATLAS. I like Atlas."

I can't tell if Frog's playing along or if she genuinely likes the name. Maybe a bit of both.

As my closest friend and my sister decided my name for me, I resigned myself to it. I don't think I'm silly for wanting to step up and help Will. He doesn't have to be a prick about it.

I fold some chicken into my naan as I put it in my mouth, a perfectly balanced blend of spices tickles my tongue. "Motherfucker...", I mutter.

As we finish our dinner, Will and I decide to go upstairs to his room to talk about what to do from here. Although I've been locked away in the room for 2 weeks, not much has happened outside. Our lives remain stagnant. Something we don't mind so much right now.

Will jumps onto his bed and gestures for me to follow. "God, you might give me the wrong idea, you know?" I joke, as I follow him to the bed. Will just gives me a joking smirk as we turn on the TV and turn down the volume to muffle our conversation from my baby sister.

We revel in the silence for a few minutes. No yelling, nothing breaking. Just peace. Will is one of maybe 3 people in the world who can give me this sense of comfort even when things are fully quiet.

But my curiosity breaks the silence,"Why Atlas?". It's not like I didn't know. But I needed to confirm.

"Well, you've always had the weight of the world on your shoulders. I thought it was fitting. Barely been two weeks and you're already trying to be man of the house and help me."

"I can't stay a burden forever, man. Plus—"

"I know. You need work. You don't do well without something to do. How's the journaling?"

"It's been two weeks and I haven't written a fucking word. Writing is bullshit. I'd rather be matter-of-fact. Concise."

"That's funny. You're a yapper."

"I'm not a yapper. You're a yapper, I'm a rambler. And I'm not trying to be 'man of the house'. I just want to earn my keep. Maybe I'll pick up a job with—" I pause, struggling to come up with a name "— Tony Stark...?".

Will doesn't find that funny. "You can take a longer break and figure something out. You have time. And you're smart. You're so good at fixing things. Figuring them out. Talking to people. You could sell sand to a lifeguard at the beach.

"Something with your talents... You've always been good at taking care of problems..."

Will trailed off. He does that when he suddenly remember something. It bothers me to no end, but I forgive him for it because he's pretty.

He continues, "Actually, maybe there's something you can do...".

This motherfucker.

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As the light flickers in the back alley, I reach for my lighter. The voice over the phone is rushed.

He's been using again, that nasty shit. Well, it's not my problem.

As I'm judging this crapstain on the bottom of the society's foot, he speaks up.

"That kid's back in town, Jerry."

I pause. I take a deep breath, hoping my it doesn't sound shaky on the other end of the phone.

"What? Which kid?"

"The crazy one," he said. He sounds really agitated. "Spencer? Spencer Wilson?"

Holy fuck. That bastard's in town? The lights flicker as he says his name. God's being real dramatic right now. Or maybe this kid's the devil incarnate.

"Okay.". I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with smoke. Might need more of this tonight.

"OKAY? Jerry, do you FUCKING remember the people he conned before he skipped town? Do you remember the lives he destroyed before he left town? And on a FUCKING WHIM?"

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"I told you this would happen," he said. He sounds pissed. What the fuck?

"Those motherfuckers wanted us to pay protection and this kid wanted a fake ID. I didn't think he'd actually fuck with them.". I can't help yelling. This bastard wants to blame me for the situation that little shit put us in?!

"Don't you FUCKIN' yell at ME, Jerry! I own half. You put MY STAKE up and now he might be coming for it. I own that building too. I OWN YO—"

Oh look, my finger slipped to the end call button. Whoopsie.

I feel the cigarette burning my fingers as the flame nears the filter. I drop it and pull out another one.

"Fuck...".

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Apart part 2-Bruce Wayne x Reader (The Batman)

Summary: Bruce and You have only gotten more distant over the days. Alfred's injury begin to reunite you a bit closer again, but you are kidnapped and held hostage at the new mayor's election.

(Here is the long awaited part 2. Originally the ending was going to be brutal and sad but I decided to change it. I tagged you @a-dash-of-cinnamon since I saw your comment and completely forgot about posting this second part here. Thank you for reading!!)

I woke up the next morning listening to Alfred and Bruce arguing, well more like Bruce remaining silent and listening at what his butler, his now only family member left. Alfred refused to let me leave late at night, he said that once I would step foot outside of the Wayne building I would've been mugged.

Alfred began to speak, "I don't get why you are letting, (Y/N) leave. She's the only person who's cared as much as I do for you. You are letting go the one person who would stay late at night waiting for your arrival, only for you to ignore."

"I'm doing this for us, Alfred."

My hands made it over to move the door quietly to peek out. Alfred was sitting down with a newspaper in his lap and a cup of coffee in his hands, looking at Bruce who's back was facing my room.

"She's your wife!" Alfred snapped making Bruce look back at him, I could only assume that Bruce was already glaring at him.

Alfred carefully stood up, his warm tired eyes looking back at him concerned. "You won't ever find another person like her. Give (Y/N) another chance, Bruce. Do it before she walks out the door and sends in those divorce papers."

Bruce shook his head and gripped onto the edge of the table, "Make sure she finds a safe place, I'll hand you some money for you to give it to her."

I watched Alfred's disappointed face, he clearly didn't want me to leave. Even the lady who comes here often heard of the news and visited me early this morning.

I stepped away from the door and went back to the mirror to wipe away the tears. "I guess it'll be just us now." I muttered looking down at my stomach.

"Time to go." I took one last look at our room, my room, since Bruce rarely slept here. I reached down and grabbed my bags.

Taking one last deep breathe was when I exited the room and looked over at Alfred. "I'm all ready, Alfred."

The man gave me a small sad smile and nodded his head slowly making his way closer to me. I didn't look at Bruce but I did see that he had glanced over to look at me, but he said nothing.

"Let me help you with that, can't let you carry all that weight." Alfred said helping me out. Of course I told him early this morning about my pregnancy, he seemed extremely happy that there will be another Wayne soon, but he got upset that I would be the one raising the baby on the own.

"Follow me, Miss."

I began to follow Alfred and I did my very best to not look back and talk to Bruce. It was very hard to not do it, but I had soft of given up on him.

Alfred and I stopped at the elevator and i watched him press the first floor. Everything was silent until he broke it.

"Bruce has a lot to learn, (Y/N). I just hope he comes to his senses once he finds out." I heard him whisper to me.

"He shouldn't find out. Promise me you won't tell him Alfred." I begged and once again looked at Alfredo with hopeful eyes, hoping he won't tell Bruce anything about this.

This needs to stay between us.

Right when Alfred was about to answer the elevator made a stop, we reached the bottom. "Let's go." He simply said and I followed him close.

"Thank you for everything, Al." I said staring out the window once I entered the car. He started the engine and i watched the city before me once he started to drive.

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I began to run, running as fast as my feet could, damn it being pregnant already sucks. I avoided the few cars that were driving outside despite how late it was. Up ahead I saw Wayne Manor up in flames, it had been days since I had seen Alfred and Bruce.

And just this afternoon I had sent the divorce papers hoping Alfred would show them to Bruce. Instead I got struck by the news of the explosion, I left what I was doing and raced outside.

The firefighters were outside along with the GCPD already at the scene. I noticed James Gordon walking inside Before I had the chance to talk to him.

"Ma'am you need to step back." I ignored the calls when I reached closer to the building and I saw Alfred being taken into an ambulance.

I raced over and tears began to fall down my face, this man raised Bruce and me in a soft of way. He'll always be family to me no matter what.

"He's my family." I said going inside before they could kick me out.

"Is he going to be okay?!" I asked the men already treating him and putting oxygen on him.

"We're going to do our best."

I do hope he's going to be alright, and Bruce?! I turned to them concerned. "Was there anybody else inside?"

"No one else, just the lady in the back who called us." One of the paramedics said.

As soon as we made it to the hospital they took Alfred away leaving me alone to wait and see what his condition would be. About and hour later the doctor came to tell me he was stabilized, he would survive.

This made me extremely happy but the nervousness stayed and I kept shaking and had a bit of trouble breathing. I can't lose anyone else.

I was inside of Alfred's room, nurses coming every one in a while to check on him. He was still resting asleep so I made no sound to not wake him up.

The door to the room opened and closed, i looked up to see one of the nurses, but it wasn't any of the females. It was Bruce.

I stood up to the my feet and workout thinking I quickly stepped over to him and wrapped my arms around him. Like always he hesitated and slowly patted my back.

Quickly knowing he doesn't like physical contact I stepped back and stared down at the floor.

I could tell he was scared, he's just always been too afraid to show it. We sat down in a small couch by a window and simply stared at a sleeping Alfred.

"The doctor came in and stabilized him. Said he's so lucky to have someone like you to have around..he's a fighter." I whispered feeling extremely happy that Alfred would be okay.

"We're you inside of the building?" He whispered back. Since I did let him know that I would be stopping by to pick a few things.

I shook my head and stared at my lap. "No. All I did was sent the papers I told you. What even caused the explosion?"

I asked glancing to look into his dark eyes, for once both of us seeing each other. Bruce frowned and shook his head slowly.

"Where even were you?" I coldly asked him. Not being happy that he wasn't present during the accident.

"Did you leave the stove on again?" I scolded remember he once tried to cook dinner and nearly burned the place up.

Bruce tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows together. "I did no such thing, (Y/N)." He calmly said though i did hear his anger coming through. I hummed quietly and placed my hands over my chest.

"(Y/N) Wayne." I looked up when a nurse came into the room. I noticed Bruce was also staring at her. "Doctor Reeves told me you were here. Here are you results-"

"Thank you!" I quickly stood up and grabbed the results from her hands and saw her confused expression, I noticed Bruce staring at me weirdly as well. He shook his head but said nothing.

The pregnancy results, my doctor told me to come by earlier today and I must've forgotten. This results will confirm wether I'll have a boy or girl, I thought I had recently gotten pregnant but no, I was four months in.

My stomach has become just a bit noticable, but Bruce being Bruce, he never noticed it. Alfred I believe had been suspecting.

"Alright! Make sure to come in for a check up next week." The young lady smiled and looked over at Bruce who kept his eyes on Alfred.

The lady smiled, probably because she too has a crush on Bruce like Manu women in Gotham, or because she was genuinely surprised to see him. "You are a very lucky man, Mr Wayne." She waved a hand and I noticed Bruce raise an eyebrow.

The young nurse closed the door behind her once she left and I quickly hid the results in my pocket. "Are you sick?" Bruce muttered.

I turned back to him and nodded, "Y-Yup. I've been having a bit of fever and stomachache." I lied and heard Bruce hum.

"You've been acting to weird lately. Come I'm taking you home." Bruce said standing up and walking past me.

"That's fine I can call a taxi. Besides, I'm living in a small apartment."

He must've forgotten that I no longer live with him. Bruce stopped walking and I noticed another frown on his face. "Right.."

"Call me of Alfred wakes up..I'll be seeing you soon." Making my way closer to Bruce was when I stopped again, right he doesn't like hugs. I sadly smiled and started to leave him behind.

I stepped outside of the hospital and saw that it was late at night and extremely cold. I adjusted my scarf and felt my entire body shaking, i started to walk just a bit further until I stopped. My body froze but not because of the cold, a tall man with a mask stood right next to me remaining hidden.

Soon another one stepped closer but before I could have the chance to scream another pair of arms were wrapped around my mouth and knocked me out.

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I woke up in a bright place? I opened my eyes and adjusted to the different colored eyes. I realized I was sitting down with my hands tied to each other and with duck tape covering my mouth. "Looks like Mrs Wayne is finally awake." A man said and laughed.

"I don't see why the Riddler didn't choose to end her like he did with the rest." One of them boredly said holding onto a gun.

"It's for the Bat guy to come and take him more seriously! We'll get rid of her once we get rid of the new mayor."

The mayor? Bella Real?! I looked around and saw various men dressed exactly like the Riddler, the same one he used in many of his public videos.

"It's almost time." One of them said.

A bomb detonated nearby, I sat up and looked around concerned. That sounded massive, i furrowed my eyebrows together and squeezed my eyes when two then three other explosives were heard.

The men quickly ran past me until one was standing next to me. I noticed each of them taking position to shoot the mayor down and anyone trying to get out. I looked down and noticed everybody screaming when water began to flood the stadium.

A gunshot was hurt and I tried standing up to check until the man gripped my shoulder right and held me still. Did they shoot Bella?!

Suddenly the sound of broken glass fell down to where we were, I covered my face and when I opened my eyes I saw the Bat guy, or as I like to call him, Batman had landed and was punching every masked men one by one.

A cloud of smoke surrounded us, Riddler's men being careful with facing the Batman. I heard some of them scream and more gunshots heard. The guy who was standing next to me made me stand up and held my shoulder, i could sense him shaking.

"Ha!" Someone shouted behind me and kicked the man's face making him easily fall down. I looked up and saw a woman had knocked me out. She turned her dark eyes to me, her long nails coming down to untie me.

"You alright sweetheart?" She whispered. I nodded my head and ripped the tape off me.

"I'm okay..thank you."

The woman smiled at me and looked back at the goons. "Stay right here, we'll get you done in a sec." She ran ahead and I watched her easily take the men down.

"She looks so awesome." I whisper to myself. i can't let them fight alone! I reached down and grabbed the man's gun and held it in my hands, i felt a presence behind me.

I turned around about to shoot then until I froze and was face to face with Batman. "What are you even trying to do?" He mutters lowly.

"Trying to help.."

The man looked down at the gun in my hands and took it off me. "No guns..you were holding it wrong."

This made me flush from embarrassment. "Well I'm not an expert in fighting, okay?"

"Stay here. I'll be right back." The man said turning back to look at me one last time before going with the woman who helped me.

I don't know much about fighting but I do remember Alfred showing me a couple of moves years ago. I raised my fists and blocked each of the attacks and even headbutted a guy making him drop his weapon and complain how hard I hit him.

"Hey, Wayne!" I turned back and before I could kick him down he pushed me off the ledge, the top building began to shake. I gritted my teeth and held onto the metal pole hard, I can't let go now or I'll die.

I looked back up with tears beginning to form in my eyes. "Batman!" I shouted when I saw him lying down not waking up.

"Hold on!" I heard the woman shout back. She punched and kicked the guy who had thrown me and she reached down to take my hand, I reached up to grab her hand but right when I did the building began to shake again and I began to fall.

I screamed and closed my eyes waiting to hit the ground hard despite it being flooded. Right when I hit the water I saw a dark figure reaching down to grab me, pulling me out until the man held me in my arms.

I panted heavily and stared wide eyed at Batman, still recovering from the massive fall, I thought I was going to die, or worse, lose the baby. The man. I looked down and saw no wounds of felt nothing wrong.

"Are you alright?" The man asked looking at me up and down. Which surprised me since I didn't expect him to talk to me at all. "I'm asking because of the kid." He whispered.

I kept my hands around his neck and felt his grip on my hips tighten, his dark eyes didn't seem as dark and cold as when we were above the stadium.

"I-I'm fine..We're fine, Bruce." I said slowly and found myself staring at him. His eyes widened when he realized what K had just said.

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I stared in awe as I remained in my spot with a blanket over me and stared at the Batman, my Batman, helping every single person here. Gotham's sky seemed much clearer than ever, a bright orange light shining over the city's new hero.

"How come you figured it out?" Batman I mean Bruce said looking down at me once we were far from the crowd. When he stopped helping the remaining citizen's who were harmed.

I looked back at him and smiled. "I can easily recognize my husband when I see him."

This is Bruce Wayne, my husband. How did he get himself into this i wonder?

No wonder he knew of my pregnancy when I didn't even tell Batman. He slipped it out without even knowing. Alfred must've told him before

This made Bruce remain silent. "The woman who helped me..us.. is just a new friend..I pushed you away before because I didn't want the Riddler to target you, but he did... I'm sorry I'm the husband you expected to have."

Now this made my heartbeat faster and made me feel sympathy for everything he's gone true, i was the one who acted like an ass to him.

"He managed to hurt Alfred and I was extremely relieved to know that you weren't there. I can't afford to lose you or Alfred. I felt like a kid again, afraid of everything."

I can't hug him in front of everyone so I did the closest and grabbed both his hands when no one was looking, tears flowing down my face. This made Bruce look down at me surprised thinking that he said something wrong.

"Are you okay?" He whispered concerned.

I nodded my head and chuckled, "I'm okay! Don't worry about me, Bruce. You've been protecting me for years, it's time for me to try and do the same to you."

Bruce started to let go of my hands and placed them over my stomach which would be growing soon. "I'll make this city a better place for us to live. Do you even know the gender?"

I smiled and nodded again placing my hand on his. "It's going to be a boy. I'm thinking of calling him Damien, his second name will be Thomas."

"Damien Wayne. Damien Thomas Wayne." Bruce whispered the name and I saw a small smile spread across his lips. "It's a really nice name."

"Do you think-" I took a sharp breath when Bruce all of the sudden wrapped his arms around me. Not being used to him being the one to give me attention.

Tears began to fall down my face again and slowly I wrapped my arms around him and felt him holding me close to him, this time not being afraid to show his affection for me, protecting me from harm.

"I'm sorry. I do hope you reconsider and give me another chance, (Y/N)." Bruce muttered close to my ear and rubbed my back. I smiled and tightened my hug.

Whatever happens from now on. I know Bruce will become a great man and be a hero to the city, and finally be the husband I always wanted him to be with me.

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Claiming Ones Own

Ok so, sorry for such a slow update on this. I had an attack of brain worm ideas which distracted/refused to let me focus on the chapter for a while. Have destroyed/dealt with most of the new ideas and have finally finished the chapter 🎉

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Chapter 5 - Playtime Chaos

Cass was going to kill Jason. That is, if Marie didn’t do it first by accident. He needed to go back to Gotham ASAP and get out of her hair! He may have been helpful to begin with, but now he was a menace and needed to go!

Jason had created a ‘new game’, well he said it was one he and Alfred used to play when he first moved into the manor, but it was still new to Cass. Only Jason had not really thought through the consequences of said game. He hadn’t thought that this game was with Cass and him rather than with Alfred who had obviously thought the game through properly.

The game, of which Jason thought was an amazing idea, was to redirect Marie's pickpocketing habit. If she pickpocketed strangers chocolate rights were reduced. Marie figured this rule out quickly which resulted in one horrific drama due reduced chocolate for the day. It was painful with lots of tears for all involved. Then there was a chocolate reward/increase rule when she pickpocketed Cass or Jason.

Cass might have agreed with his logic. It was a good game to bond with her, ensure she felt her skills remained and reduce the thieving, but this… THIS… result should have been expected!

What they hadn't considered is that the pair often carried weapons on them ALL the time. In and out the house. The pair were paranoid. Marie had observed the pair and quickly worked out what and where they stored these weapons.

Marie was also good at being light fingered to begin with. They knew that. THEY HAD EXPERIENCED IT. This wasn't new territory for her.

Training Marie further was a bad idea.

Cass so wanted to kill Jason for this game.

Cass’s heart couldn’t cope with it anymore. When the knives were taken it was anxiety inducing. Watching her daughter dance around with a knife, playing with it and watching it slice through the air caused so much panic in Cass.

The positive of that event was that Cass had started to train her daughter in basic swordplay. She observed, much like Damian, that going through basic positions and movements grounded and calmed her daughters chaotic energy. Marie was picking the skill up quickly so official 'safe fencing lessons' will be added to the girls learning activities.

Jason though, Jason her ‘delightful brother’ (if he survived her wrath), carried guns. He had ‘hidden’ guns around her apartment. So coming home from shopping to find her precious, innocent, sticky fingered Marie, inspecting and playing a gun was petrifying.

And Jason who was meant to be watching her daughter was missing! It was the last straw for Cass.

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Jason admits that this may have been a mistake. Thinking back with a more analytical perspective than fond memories. Alfred had set it up that Jason would nearly always win the game. Alfred knew where weapons were but didn’t carry them around on his person.

Marie was a natural. Jason was super proud of his niece, she was getting swifter and lighter at each attempt. Her playing with the finds aka knives was maybe a little oversight. Cass’s reaction to it all was even less fun. Her subtle disgruntledness was made known to him unpleasantly. Swapping the sugar for salt in his morning coffee was revolting! But it at least was just basic pranks Cass was retaliating with… not Wayne Manor declarations of war…. He hoped...

He had popped out the room briefly (ok maybe not briefly but not for a really long time) as Roy had rang and wanted his assistance for a mission. Coming back into the room he found Pixie with his latest new toy *cough* gun and an irrate Cass looking like she would murder with the batglare she throw at him.

"Hi Cass.... Pixie… Roy just called asking for my assistance. I'll," he gulped as his sister levelled him with a laser beam stare and his niece turned to him, pointing the gun in a way he was showing her earlier, with curiosity showing on her face. "I'll be leaving in a few days… umm Pixie could you be a sweetheart and aim the gun downwards please?"

His niece frowned at him looking at it and him "Chocolate?" Jason quickly glanced at Cass and could feel the icy waves wafting off her. "Errr... Yeah sure thing sweetie. But to get it you will need to put the gun down first please."

Marie broke into a grin and put the gun in the coffee table skipping over to Jason to grab his hand leading him to her treasure. "Your stance then was much better, Pixie, and I didn't even feel you take the gun this time. You've improved loads this week."

He felt Cass's anger pour off her. Maybe he should have asked if he could teach Pixie about guns....

When the pair returned to the living room, Cass handed Jason his suitcase. "Go! Be Roy's issue now"

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With Jason gone Cass found that the apartment was much quieter with just the pair of them, especially as sign language seemed to be both of their preferred communication method. Cass turned to playing music in the background to remind her of her siblings back in Gotham (not Jason though), this caused her to dance absentmindedly. Marie was often caught trying to mimicking her dance moves with light footwork, her grace and form yet to be perfected.

Cass saw this as another class to sign her daughter up to along with fencing to burn the chaotic energy up. Especially now Jason wasn't around playing rough and tumble with her.

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It was one afternoon about a month after Jason had left that Cass had a break through. While Marie was setting up a tea ceremony (a post swordplay practice ritual she'd got into), Cass had stumbled on her first actual clue in finding out about Marie's past. Her search had finally unearthed similar symbols, used centuries ago by some Tibetan monks, to the ones that were on her back. What this meant Cass was unsure. To progress further she probably needed to talk to Babs or Tim, but if she did that she'd have to tell them why. Which everyone finding about Marie and she wasn't ready for that.

She still fretted over what Marie must have gone though and to unleash the Wayne's on her seemed daunting.

Cass was about to look further into what she had gathered when her phone went off. It Alfred calling which was unusual.

"Alfred"

"Hello Miss Cassandra. I hope you are well and have settled into motherhood comfortably."

Cass paled. Alfred knew!! Damn it Jason!!! He was dead meat when she saw him next.

"Adapting. Marie, your great granddaughter, is sweet. Both learning about being together"

"I see. I am assuming that that is going well. Master Jason has mentioned that you found her on the streets in a similar manner to how he was found."

Jason guns were going to go missing and be replaced with water pistols.

"Yes. Much better now. Learning sign to talk to each other. Eating better too."

"That is good news to hear Miss Cassandra."

It was a set up. Jason had triggered in and Alfred was waiting to pounce. There was no way to escape but to make it easier for her self.

"We visit you soon. Wanted Marie settled first."

"I'll arrange a flight for you in a fortnight's time. Is there anything young Miss Marie will require."

Completely trapped now she'd taken the bait. Alfred knew it, she knew it. And everyone will know about Marie in no time. Maybe she would be able to get Babs and Tims help after all.

"Thank you Alfred. Bunk bed, milk chocolate and chocolate spread please." Cass paused for a second as Marie looked over to her signing 'tea time Mama'

"Loose green tea leaves too, for tea ceremony, please."

Cass finally could hear a smile in Alfred's voice and relaxed slightly. She may have escaped some of Alfred's disappointment.

"I will ensure I meet those requirements Miss Cassandra. I will send you your flight details when I have finished arranging them. I look forward to seeing you again Miss Cassandra, and to meeting Miss Marie. I will now take my leave for you to spend time with you daughter."

Looks like she will be needing to prepare Maire for a flight and meeting the family. She would have to up her parenting game to ensure she completely beat Bruce.

Moments after she had hung up Alfred had sent flight details across. Complete evidence that the whole call as a ruse and he got what he wanted. Well played Alfred well played. Cass responded to Alfred, thanking him for his efficiency and to arrange some face time calls to occur in the next fortnight. Alfred deserved to get to know her precious Marie first so at least she had an ally in the Manor when they visited. Someone other than Jason. That reminded Cass to shoot a text to Jason

*You.are.dead.betrayer.*

He replied quickly to her message

*Adventure with Roy went sideways. Alfred wasn't happy. I needed something to soften the blow!!! I'm sorry!!! Don't kill me!!*

Pah! He sold her out that's what. He was in Alfred's book of disappointment and didn't want to be there alone so dragged her to hell too. Jokes on him, she'll work her and Marie magic to make it work for them. Her phone buzzed again as Jason messaged her again. Ignoring it she went to join Marie for tea and tell her the 'fun news'.

In her head she had a fortnight to prepare her revenge.

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Ghost!Robin Part 7

All right! Here's part 7. I hope you enjoy. I don't think I really have any opening notes to go over this time, so I'll just leave it there. Check out the ask game I posted yesterday if you're interested.

This week you get a bit more than usual at 1.6k words.

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“What was that you meant about me being Jazz’s second dead boyfriend?”

Over his surprised laughter, he heard Jazz’s groan from across the hall. Yeah, he really did like Jason more than Johnny.

“One of my former rogues, Johnny 13, pretended to be human and started dating Jazz for a period. He was trying to mold her body into a vessel for his equally dead girlfriend Kitty. He had a similar bad-boy vibe to you but was actually awful. We might be cool now, but I’m still pissed he did that.”

Jason blinked at him before a slow grin took over his face. “So Jazz has a history of bad choices, does she? She always acts like she’s always had it together.”

“Oh definitely not. No child raised by our parents could have it always together.”

“Jazz refuses to talk about your parents, will you tell me what they did?”

Before Danny could answer, Jazz shouted his name. “Danny! If you’re done apologizing to Jason, start helping me explain!”

Danny rolled his eyes to Jason. “Later, I suppose. Duty calls! Come on, you’ve got to have a lot of questions, dead boyfriend number two, and yours will get priority answers.”

Jason’s surprised laugh made him grin despite the deepening glares of the other Waynes.

Surprisingly, it was Duke who blurted out a question in a high, freaked-out voice first. “Why do you have a crown?”

Danny, who’d turned and took all of one step in the direction of the dining hall, paused and turned back around. “How can you see that?” And then he realized the ground was still littered with broken glass and ceramics. “Never mind. Later. Let me clean up the broken glass and stuff first. Least I can do.”

Bruce’s hand landed heavy on his shoulder. “No. You will answer our questions now.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no. Look, the short of it is that I died when I was fourteen because I was stupid. It didn’t take and now I’m only half dead. I have a ghost form and a human form and all the standard ghost powers. The main ones being invisibility”—he turned invisible for a moment—“intangibility”—Bruce’s hand fell through his shoulder—“and gravity manipulation.” He raised in the air until he was floating a foot above the floor. “I also have some more unique powers, such as ice.” With a wave of his hand, ice grew around the shards of glass.

Alfred and Duke quickly backed away from the mess, but once every piece of broken china was encased, the ice stopped growing.

“So, if you’ll just tell me where I can dispose of the shards, I’ll be happy to do it. And this way no one has to be at risk of hurting themselves cleaning broken glass. Plus I got up all the fine powder, too. No little bits that can barely be seen but will fuck up your vacuum cleaner.”

“A handy skill,” said Alfred before anyone else could speak. “I will lead you to the bins.” To the rest of the group, he said, “Jason, would you and Duke collect the desserts from the kitchen and set up the dining room? As it appears we are all allies here, there is no reason to have this conversation standing in a hallway when we could have it sitting down with good food.”

“Alfred—” started Bruce.

Only to be cut off by the butler. “Master Bruce, I will be quite safe with the young man, I am sure of it. Jason’s… ghost has explained a few things already.” Only the slight pause before the word ghost betrayed that the man wasn’t entirely at ease.

Tim stepped forward. “Let me come with you both, Alfred?”

With a put upon sigh, the man agreed. “Very well, Master Tim, if you must. Mr. Danny, please follow me.”

“Yes, sir.” Danny followed obediently, the ice floating along behind him with barely a thought.

“You don’t need to make any sort of gesture to control the ice?” asked Tim.

Danny shook his head. “Nah. It’s my ice. It’ll do what I want it to. Most ghost powers are based on thought and emotion, honestly.” They took another turn. His castle didn’t even have this many hallways.

“So when you said the ghosts in Amity, you meant that literally.” Tim acted like it was a revelation.

“Of course I did. Shortly after my accident, ghosts started attacking on a regular basis. Took years for me to get things under control and by that point I’d already failed out of high school.”

“But if it was so hard… why didn’t you call the Justice League?”

Danny threw back his head and gave a hysterical laugh. “And then have to fight an overshadowed Superman? Or, worse yet, speedster? No. No thank you. Never. A representative of Justice League Dark stopped by about six or eight months after I got my powers and I told him to keep everyone out of my haunt. He gave me a phone number in case I came across something I couldn’t handle. But I kept being able to handle it, so I never used the number.”

“Overshadowed?” asked Alfred, “I do not believe we know that term. Ah, here we are.” He opened a door that led outside to a drive where a collection of garbage bins sat. “That container there”—he pointed—“is for glass recycling. Will the ice leave the bin filled with water?”

“Not at all. It’ll be completely gone.” Danny had the ice hover over the bin and made it disappear slowly enough that the shards were released without any falling outside the container. No water remained to show how he had transported them.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Danny. Now, overshadowing?” he asked as he held the door open for the boys to precede him inside.

“Oh, um. It’s like possession. Ghosts can take over a living being’s body. But when we do, we don’t have access to memories or knowledge or anything. And after the ghost leaves, the human just doesn’t remember anything from the time they were overshadowed.”

“And is this another of those basic ghost powers you have?” Tim’s voice was hard.

“Yes,” Danny answered simply. “It feels gross, though, and I’ve only done it a handful of times. Ever. First on my dad to get out of some school trouble, but I kept making things worse. After that on my friends and Jazz, with permission, so we could document limitations and if it hurt humans. Far as we could tell, it doesn’t.”

“You sound like a very conscientious young man. I have no doubt you use your powers responsibly.”

Danny laughed. “I screwed up more than a few times before I found ghost mentors. And ghosts are always a little chaotic, so some messing around is not only expected but encouraged.”

Alfred smiled. “I’m sure we will love hearing some of those stories as we get to know you and Ms. Jasmine better.”

“I can’t… I can’t tell you everything. There’s far too much and so much of it just doesn’t matter on Earth that it’d be pointless to go into.”

Danny saw Tim open his mouth to speak, but Alfred cut him off before he could. “I only want to know one thing: will Jason be all right?”

Danny smiled in relief. “Yes. That I can promise. I don’t know for sure how best to help him, but I’ve some ideas and I’ll consult with my doctors. They’re the leading experts in human-ghost biology.”

“Then I am glad you came tonight and were able to notice something was wrong. Thank you.”

With a shrug, Danny just said, “It’s literally my job. This is what I do.” Up ahead, he could see the doorway back to the dining room.

“If it’s your job, how much do we owe you?” asked Tim.

That question brought Danny up short. “Owe me? What are you talking about?”

“If you’re doing this for work,” said Tim as they entered the dining room, “Then you need to be paid somehow. If not by us, then how?”

“What are you lying about now, Danny?” asked Jazz, shaking her head at Tim’s question.

“Nothing! Tim asked why I’m planning on helping Jason and, besides the fact that he’s dating you and I’ll obviously help, I just said it’s literally my job. You heard his reaction to that!”

Bruce grunted. “Then I suppose you know where your explanations should begin. What is your job? A full explanation this time, please.”

“Right, yes, I can totally do that. I’m so great at explaining things.”

Jazz snickered at that statement and Danny poked her as he sat down next to her. Tim and Alfred took their seats as well.

“Now, Mr. Fenton.”

Danny winced at the name. “Don’t call me that. I’m not allowed that name anymore.”

“Danny, your job,” repeated Bruce, face expressionless.

“Right. Um… Well, I do just kinda do whatever is necessary or find someone who can. Because, um, well, I’m… kinda the High King of the Infinite Realms? There’s a bunch more titles after that but I refuse to memorize them because ugh.”

Danny looked down at his plate, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. Jazz must’ve made sure he got a piece of pie because it sat in front of him. It looked so good. Did they even know about the Infinite Realms? Justice League Dark members did, but did Batman? Jazz reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

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Looks like Danny found another excuse to delay the interrogation! (I honestly forgot about the broken glass before Duke spoke up and asked about the crown. But I did always plan to have Danny clean it up.)

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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I've just finished reading your Christmas bat boys series and I love them all 🥺🥺! I don't want to be greedy but could you write morning/boxing day breakfast scene for the boys(TM)? I'd love that! If not then that's fine too. You've already provided us with quality content 👌

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So I’m from the US and we usually don’t celebrate Boxing Day. So I’ll probably do something wrong but that’s okay. That’s how Americans do holidays anyways. But I refuse to believe Alfred Pennyworth wouldn’t celebrate for one second. So I firmly believe this was the day that most of the kids and even Bruce would indulge Alfred and do what he wanted.

When they were kids it was enough to simply put the sweets down and take a proper post Christmas shower. Jason Todd had been incredibly excited to learn about Boxing Day because he thought it was a family fight day. Uh, yeah, good food and watching some boxing was nice too, he had guessed. Not a lot was certain, but sausage rolls and some kind of sports game on Boxing Day was one of them in the Wayne’s household.

Damian

You woke up to the familiar scent of Damian. But he wasn’t within arms reach. Where was he? How did you get up in his room anyways? You sat up to see him sleeping on the floor. Poor guy. It couldn’t be comfortable, could it? You tried to climb out of bed but the soft rustle of the sheets woke Damian. He sat up quickly only to relax.

“Morning,” you said.

“Good morning. How did you sleep last night?”

“Good. You didn’t have to sleep on the floor. That looks uncomfortable,” you said feeling guilty.

“It’s alright. I’ve slept in worse places,” Damian said and you were reminded of his child soldier past. You frowned. “It’s truly fine, beloved. Let’s get down to breakfast.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. You threw on one of his sweaters and went down. Alfred was in the kitchen this morning and had a platter piled high with some sort of pastry that he was bringing to the breakfast nook. You and Damian slid into the seats and you looked at the beautiful white grounds of Wayne Manor through the large viewing window.

“Would you like coffee, tea, juice, hot cocoa,” Alfred asked you both before bringing your drink. It was nice to be the first up. Alfred brought Damian curried tofu scramble and fried mushrooms and tomatoes. (You too if you are vegan/vegetarian).

Bruce came in the room and sat across from Damian. It was almost funny to see the billionaire in sleep pajamas. A large cup of coffee was placed before him and he had a steaming plate of everything Damian ate plus sausage rolls and a protein shake. It was quiet for a few minutes.

“You slept on the floor last night,” Bruce said quietly as he read the news on a tablet. He rolled his eyes at the article “Local Reporter Clark Kent gets Pictures of Superman in action.”

“Yes. All night, father. You knew that,” Damian said with a bored hint of annoyance as he ate.

“Good. If either of you needs to speak to an adult in the matter of love or relationships, I am well acquainted with several child psychologists as well as a number of medical doctors,” He said casually. You almost choked on your food before taking a large gulp of your drink.

“Father. Not at breakfast,” Damian chided. His ears had a soft redness and he pointedly looked out the window instead of at either you or Bruce. You stared at your plate.

“I think I hear Jason awake. I’d better catch him before he leaves. Excuse me,” Bruce said before leaving.

“Sorry. He’s.... awkward. He thinks he needs to teach us about sexual education. A little late,” Damian said with a laugh.

“A little late? Oh,” you said. Damian quickly looked at you.

“Not that way. We’ve just, we learned in school. Not that I’ve- I think someone’s coming in here,” Damian said grateful for the distraction.

Dick and his fiancé walked in. He had his hand around her waist and the pair seemed glued together. They sat down at the same time with a giggle. They probably hadn’t even noticed you both there.

“Are you done?” Damian asked and you nodded. You couldn’t handle watching them.

You both went upstairs to his room again. Damian awkwardly sat on the bed.

“You know,” you started. Your face felt flush. “If you did want to talk about it, I’d be here.”

“Oh. Do you mean,” he started to ask.

“Sex. Yeah. It’s fine if you don’t. Seriously. Just saying...” you trailed off. He looked at you intensely. When Damian Wayne was thinking hard on something, his face became completely imperceivable.

“Maybe. Soon?” He said hopefully. You nodded. “Wanna watch a movie? You’ve got to go home in a few hours.”

“Yeah sounds great.”

Dick

You woke up feeling like a puzzle piece. An arm was thrown across your back and legs wrapped in yours as you laid on Dick’s chest. His heartbeat was steady in your ears. You couldn’t get much closer to him if you tried. You moved to get up because the bathroom was calling your name.

“Baby,” he groaned and wrapped his other arm tightly around you. You tried to pull out while shushing him back to sleep. There was no way you could pry yourself from his grasp unless he wanted you to with his incredible grip strength. “Stay with me,” Dick begged. “Just a little more.”

“I’ve got to use the bathroom,” you protested and he finally let you go with a big pout.

When you came back, his rough fingers pulled you by your bare thighs back in bed. His dress shirt and panties weren’t exactly the warmest clothing. You landed on him with a giggle. Dick quickly wrapped you both back in the blanket.

“Good morning, fiancé,” he said softly. His fingers traced soft circles on your back.

“Fiancée,” you said back with a smile. Dick kiss you softly. Morning breath and all. He finally pulled away.

“It’s Boxing Day. Alfred’s sausage rolls. Are you hungry,” he said finally releasing you.

“Yeah. A little. Especially after last night,” you said getting up and finding some clothing.

“I know, right,” Dick said and his face was basically this emoji 😏. You rolled you eyes and slipped on his sweater and a pair of sweatpants.

Dick couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He held your hip while walking downstairs and laced his fingers in yours as you ate breakfast. His plate was piled high with the pastry and he drank a green protein shake with it. Was there anyone else in the room with you? Maybe? Who knows? Who cares?

After breakfast you both said goodbye to his family before leaving back to Bludhaven. You and Dick stayed in bed for a good portion of the afternoon and when he went on patrol, he looked at you wistfully before leaving.

Tim

Tim could sleep through a hurricane in a canoe. He missed a lot of sleep and when he finally laid on his pillows, lights out. He didn’t move. He didn’t snore. And God hisself couldn’t wake this man before at least 5 hours had passed.

And when he woke up on the day after Christmas, he was incredibly disoriented after getting 9 hours of sleep. He vaguely felt someone laying in his chest and he looked down. Oh yeah, you. He slept so hard, he forgot he had a girlfriend for 2 minutes. He would never tell you that.

“Sunshine,” he said running his fingers on your arm. “Wake up.”

You slowly stirred to look at him. You laughed instantly. His hair stuck up everywhere. Probably a side effect of having his face between your legs last night. He looked at you confused.

“You need a shower before you do anything, Timbo,” you said with a smile.

“Back at you. Wanna join me,” he asked with a eyebrow wag.

“I think I’ll pass with all your family awake. Last night was pushing it,” you said, giving him a kiss. He leaned towards your face to continue the kiss as you pulled back. His hands held your hips but released them easily when you pulled away. He had a pout on his lips but got up to shower anyways. You both got ready before going downstairs.

Alfred slid a cup of coffee in Tim’s hand before you even made it to the breakfast nook. You poured a large one for yourself after seeing the scene. Dick and his fiancé were half an inch from making out at the table. It was too early for this madness.

Tim gave you a knowing look. He certainly wasn’t the only one getting play in his childhood room last night. You rolled your eyes.

Tim grabbed a few pastries and a protein shake. It was funny the first time you learned he drank them religiously. He didn’t look the type. Dick on the other hand... But Tim was naturally thin and couldn’t hold weight on his body to save his life. A protein shake at every meal helped replace the calories he lost through work, lack of sleep, and his insanely fast metabolism.

Tim’s phone rang. No surprise there. You were honestly surprised that Tim’s phone hadn’t rung earlier or last night. He sighed and answered it. His breakfast was probably going to be interrupted. He talked for a few minutes before hanging up.

“Sunshine,” he started.

“You’re busy, Wayne Enterprise. Have to leave soon,” you guessed. He looked regretful.

“Yeah. I’ll make it up to you tonight. I’ll call you a car when you’re ready to leave. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Tim said. He quickly shoved food in his mouth and gulped down his coffee. “I’ve got to go.”

Jason

You woke up frozen. You were not under any blankets and tbh your tits were like icy. Your stomach was really warm tho. You looked down to see Jason’s head between your bare breasts and his body slotted between your legs. He clung on you like a monkey and gently snored. The blankets were on the floor. The activities of the night before had you flushing. Yeah that had been fun.

You ran your fingers through his hair to wake him gently. You didn’t want to jerk him awake but you were frozen. Jason slowly stirred and rubbed his face into your bare skin before groaning.

“Fuck it’s cold,” he grumbled, wrapping himself tighter around your body.

“Get up. I’m cold,” you said and he begrudgingly released you. He stood up and you realized that you both were completely naked. He grabbed some sweatpants and threw them on before throwing the blanket on you. You snuggled in the warm fabric. You were lulled back to sleep for a few more minutes.

You woke up alone. There was a note on the dresser.

Get dressed and come downstairs to the breakfast nook Princess- Jay

You grabbed one of his black sweaters and threw it on with your pants you wore the night before. You saw Bruce slide Jason the keys and he confirmed it with you afterwards. Your mind couldn’t process that.

Jason pulled you to the breakfast nook. Dick and his new fiancé were leaving and Tim was rushing out with business. His girlfriend left shortly after. Bruce, of course, had already started working on business or whatever mysterious stuff he always did.

Jason ate every single sausage roll and the rest of the vegetables that you didn’t eat. Alfred came and sat at the table with you both. Usually not what he would do but Jason always insisted. The older man nursed a cup of coffee and you all looked out the large viewing window. You couldn’t get over how huge the place was.

“Alfred, can you tell me stories about Jason when he was a kid?” You asked and Alfred smiled.

“I have many of Master Jason’s childhood. He was always a boisterous lad. Still is I suppose,” Alfred said taking a sip of his drink. Jason smiled. He had an arm thrown over your shoulder.

“When he was 14, Jason tried to climb the chandeliers in the front entry, as Master Richard had many times. Well, Jason was probably 20 lbs heavier than Richard even at that age. The chandelier came down with a resounding bang. Jason had broken a toe. This was the morning before a gala at the Manor. Master Bruce was far from pleased,” Alfred said. You laughed.

“The chandelier got reenforced and now Dick can swing on it to his heart content. I’ll leave the acrobats to him though,” Jason said with a laugh.

“I wish I could have seen it,” you laughed.

Alfred sat with you both for the better part of an hour, just telling funny stories about the boys and Bruce. Alfred stood up.

“I really do have work to do if I hope to catch the game this afternoon. I hope you both understand. But one last thing before you go, Master Jason. Bruce has been talking about leaving you the penthouse for years. He just needed a push to finally give it to you. I hope you both enjoy it,” Alfred said before leaving the room.

“Let’s, uh, let’s get going,” Jason said abruptly. He was feeling uncomfortable emotions. It wasn’t the first time and you indulged him without asking any questions before leaving.

Bruce

He had a pounding headache when he woke up. He was hung over. He had impeccable hearing and the noises from 3 of his 4 sons rooms (as Duke and Cass had patrolled after the party) had him finding a bottle of whiskey. Was Jason purposefully being loud? At least Damian’s room was quiet. Bruce couldn’t handle that. Of course that didn’t guarantee anything. But he was willing to put up with it so that his boys could be home. But yeah, sound proofing on their bedrooms was a priority. Jesus Jason, wtf?

Giving Jason the penthouse was not a plan. But Bruce was grateful because the Jason’s Christmas list had been “gun.”

Dick’s list was “a break.” Bruce got him a pair of jet skis. That would be a good distraction.

Tim had asked for “a day off.” Bruce gave him tickets for 2 to Hvar, Croatia in January for 2 full weeks in a snowy cabin.

Damian had asked for a certain set of Wakizashi swords. He got the swords.

Alfred asked for a pasta maker and Bruce bought him a ticket to Italy for a week to pick one up.

Also: 3 days after Christmas, Tim recieved a camouflage gun themed snack gift basket with the card reading “duck next time-Jay”

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Sister

Four time's Y/N helps her brothers and the first time they help her

Dick Grayson X sister-reader!

When Dick is Robin and gets fear toxin from Scarecrow

I came to the Manor missing home I knocked Alfred opened

"hey Alfred"

"Ms Y/N always lovely to see you back home. Your father is at work Master Richard is taking much needed time asleep"

I walked in wait why's Dick asle-Scarecrow! Shit! No! No! No! I can't believe I forgot!

"I'm the world's worst sister!"

I ran upstairs remembering, Dick got injected with fear toxin last night he had called me last night acting off. I asked Bruce and he told me. I knocked not hearing anything come on bud open up

"hey Birdboy it's your sister Dick little bro.. OK I'm opening the door"

I slowly opened the door the lights off. The sunlight shining in from the window. I saw him laying with a blanket wrapped around him, he was shaking, mumbling and crying. I ran to his side touching his shoulder

"Dick! Buddy please open your eyes"

He carefully opened his eyes he saw me he jolted back terrified. It kills me seeing him like this

"Dick buddy it's OK it's me it's your sister you're OK you're here" I said calming

He quickly wrapped his arms around my neck crying. I rubbed his head my heart breaking. Oh, Grayson.

"shhh shhh it's OK"

He crossed his legs around me

"I'm so sorry I wasn't good enough"

"Dick honey you are a great kid. You are my brother ok nothing is going to change that I promise you. You are more than good enough"

I sat on the bed he hugged my neck crying. I rubbed his head rocking back and forth he kept crying

"shhh it's OK Birdboy"

I use his nickname again to help pull him out of his panic attack. He finally started calming down. He's OK.

"there that's better" I softly said

"hey sis" he asked his voice brittle

"yeah buddy"

"can I have some ice cream"

A wave of relief crashes into me. I smiled in relief he's going to be OK my baby brother is going to be OK

"of course"

Jason Todd X sister-reader!

Jason worries he will lose Y/N the same way he lost his mom

I headed to the my place from grocery shopping. I pulled in seeing my kitchen light on. Did I leave the light on? I grabbed the groceries I went inside and screamed. I dropped the groceries, Jason!

"Jason what hell?! Are you trying to scare me to death?!"

He just stood there not looking at me

"hey what's wrong, Jaybird"

He shrugged his shoulders what is going on with him. I picked up the groceries and put them away. I turned folding my arms

"spill it" I demanded

"c-can you promise me something?"

"if you ask me first"

"you would never do.. it right"

"what's it, Jason?" his eye's swell he's trying not to cry. I want to hold him and tell him everything's going to be OK. Though Jason's not Grayson it's best to let him express his feelings before smothering him with affection "Jay?"

"N-nothing forget I said anything" he puts his hands in his pocket

"Jason come on now what is it?"

"never do.. Drugs" I'm shocked

"Jason Peter Todd! Of course I would never do that it's wrong and I love you all too much too even put you through that"

His lip trembling. I can't stop myself. I put my hands on his shoulders he wouldn't look at me

"sometimes the people you love are not good enough" he disappointingly stated

"Jay, what do you mean not good enough"

He shakes his head and he mumbled something

"Jason have you been doing--" he cut me off

"fuck no!" he sighed, good that's a mountain in my gut leaving "I just....forget it"

"Jason, buddy talk to me. I'm here you can tell me anything about what's going on with you"

"I - yesterday was my mom's anniversary of when she died OK... I just didn't-don't I--"

Oh buddy I hugged him tight he wouldn't hug me back. I didn't care. I finally felt him wrap his arms around me. I heard him crying

"Jason. You listen to me when I say that I am not going anywhere. I promise you I will never do that to you ok"

He nodded we parted I kissed his head he sniffed

"geez I sound like a baby"

"you sound like you needed to get things off your chest. You want to stay here tonight we can watch Harry Potter and LORD Of The Rings. I got honey buns"

He smiled drying his tears and nodded. I dried his tears with my thumbs hugging him again

Tim Drake X sister-reader!

Y/N gets a call that her sister died she rushes to the Manor to make sure her little brother Tim is OK (the picture is from when is dad died but I thought it'd work for the moment)

Stephanie died last night Dick just told me as of a few moments ago. My first worry Tim. I went to the Manor rushing to Tim's room I gently knocked. Please be OK

"hey Timmy.. It's me Y/N.. Dick told me what happened" I feel tears threatening to fall "I just want you to know that I am here for you.... Can I open the door?"

I hear him take a deep breath I opened the door his room completely trashed the lights off it wouldn't be if.. Stephanie saw this. A lot of things would be different I turned the light on. He lays on his bed. I looked at his face his eyes bloodshot, watering, swollen like he had been crying for hour's. He started sniffing he rubbed his nose and eye's

"you ok? "

"I'm fine... you need help with something?" he asked

"Tim you know you don't have to be that way not with me"

I sat on his bed he huffed shutting his laptop

"I'm fine Y/N I just need to be left alone right now"

"Tim you've been through so much you can't expect me to just let you go through this alone. I'm your sister rather if you like it or not"

"just promise me you won't leave me too sis"

"of course Timmy"

I hugged him he buried his head in my neck sobbing holding on to me tight

"I love her Y/N h-how am I supposed to live without her I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. She was my life, my happiness, my everything.. H-how am I sup-posed to go on with life without her"

"Tim I don't have the right advice but I promise you that you are going to get through this, your strong. It may take time but you are going to be OK I promise"

Damian Wayne X sister-reader!

Damian feels guilty for how he treats Y/N before he died. She's trying not to crowd him through it causes little Damian to think she doesn't care about him

I sat on the couch trying not to cry Dick just got off the phone with me telling me that Damian's alive, he's OK, he's not OK, but he will be. I hear my door open and see little D. Don't bombard him he just got back I'm sure Dick's been giving him a million hugs. Damian, folded his arms

"tt I see my sister's house hasn't been properly taken care of"

"well sometimes people grieve differently"

He looked at me shocked he looked away from me. He looks at the door. What should I do?

"father has requested that I return with you home"

"that's fine I'm feeling home sick"

Damian just stood there I grabbed my keys worrying about him. We left to go to the Manor. That evening Damian went to his room refusing too see anyone. I sat on the couch. Dick walked in he sat down next to me

"he's feeling guilty, Y/N"

"guilty! About what?"

"for how he treats you, did treat you He's afraid you don't see him the way you see me, Tim and Jason"

"Aww, Damian!"

I quickly got up I ran to his room and knocked

"hey Dami... Little D can we talk"

"there is nothing to speak of!" he snapped

"come on Damian please let me talk to you I want to see my little brother"

"I don't want to say anything to you"

"OK then just listen"

"tt fine I'm listening"

I sat against the door

"Damian, I should have told you year's ago that I love you... You are my little brother, no one can ever change that, not your grandfather, your mother, your father, not your siblings. Absolutely nothing will change the fact that I love you Damian. You are always going to be my little brother...I was a wreak Damian losing you broke me knowing I failed to say you are not a bad kid, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye, I love you little brother, I'm sorry" I broke down sobbing remorse is all I feel

Damian opened the door. I hugged him wall on my knees I stood he held on to my neck crossing his legs around me. I kissed his head he cried. That's all we both needed.

"I love you too sister"

Bat-brother's X sister-reader!

The boys help their sister

I sat on the couch my arm's bandaged, my hand wrapped in bandaging, and my legs bandaged. A sling for my broken left arm. I look like hell. I heard my phone Dick I used my good hand but I kept shaking fuck. I'm still sore. I put the phone on the table answering. I put him on speaker and laid on the couch

"I'm here"

-"hey where are you at sis"

"ho-me"

-"Y/N, what happened? Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

"P-patrol"

Fuck it hurts to talk

-"you need us to come get you?"

"I-I d-d-don't n-know" I stuttered

-"I'm on my way with our brother's"

"hmm m"

Dick hung up I laid there. I hear the car pull in. Damian, abruptly opened the door and slammed it behind him. He ran to me a glare on his face

"dammit sister!"

My head throbbed. I groaned the rest of my brother's walked in. I tried to set up

"hey take it easy sis" Dick said

Jason put pillows behind so I could sit up with ease. They all looked at me not a single smile

"wo-uld y-you guy's p-please not look at me like th-that"

"Y/N, try to quit talking" Tim said

"f-food I-in" Dick cut me off

"Y/N you've taken care of all of us for a long time it's time we help you.. Now please rest"

I took deep breaths laying down. The boys sat in front of the couch. We watched a movie eating snacks. It makes me feel better knowing they are OK and safe. I ruffle each one of their heads

"I love you boy's" they each respond with 'I love you too' in their own way

"yeah, but don't ever fucking get yourself this fucked up again!" Jason added Dick elbowed Jason. This is home. My family, is my home.

Bruce's P. O. V

Night had fallen the boys did not come for patrol meaning Y/N is not OK. I drove to my daughter's house looking for the boy's and making sure she's OK. I made it I opened the door quietly. I saw the boy's asleep on the floor leaning on the couch and each other. My daughter sound asleep. Her breathing evident she's in pain. My heart drops. I laid a blanket on the boy's. I kissed her head she touched my hand. She opened her eye's. I softly smile, shushing and shake my head intending to let her know to stay quiet. A rare occasion to have my son's and my daughter together with silence. It's pleasant.

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