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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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— she’s my alibi

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inspired by ‘please mister jailer’ from Cry-Baby (1990)

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The feds finally think they can finally pin a murder on Jason before he tells them an alibi you can back up.

The minute Jason was dragged into the precinct, he grinned. He knew what was in store for him, but he also knew that he had the most perfect alibi; fucking the lead detectives daughter in a house Bruce bought without a second thought for him to live in with you.

You hated your father; after years of neglect because of his job and anger issues you were always on the receiving end of, at first, your relationship with Jason started out purely in spite. It was a situationship based purely off of lust and resentment toward the same person, but soon enough, it developed into something more, talking about your lives that were similar in ways and your futures that would soon enough be intertwined.

He was pushed into the chair a little too rough, a scoff falling from his lips as your father pulled out the chair, sitting in it while opening up the file. “Where were you last night, Todd?”

“Why do you need to know?” Jason concluded he’d play hard to get this time, at least until you came stomping through that door like you promised you would when they brought him in for questioning, changing out of your skimpy nightdress into something more presentable. “What happened last night, Detective L/N?”

Jason couldn’t wait to change your last name to his own, that way the two of you could cut ties with this man as quick as you could.

“You tell me, Todd,” he threw an 8x10 picture of a dead man Jason had seen a few times — a drug dealer that hung around his old apartment he had beat up a few times for trying to sell crack to some kids. “You know him, don’t you?”

“I knew him,” Jason corrects, gesturing down at the picture. “He’s obviously dead.”

“Obviously,” the detective says as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I can’t believe it.”

“I know right, I can’t either! Can I go now?”

The detective stands, glaring down at Jason. “Don’t start with me, Todd. You live in the apartment right-”

“Lived,” Jason corrects, tapping the file with his name on it. “You should update my file. I moved just recently to a house in suburbia, right on the bay.”

Detective L/N scoffs. “Oh yeah? Did you now?”

Jason starts to grin, crossing his arms. “Mhm. With my lady friend, yeah. Pros of having a billionaire as my adopted dad.”

Your father hummed, pulling out a sticky note and a pen. “Oh yeah? What’s your lady friend’s name? It is just one of them, right?”

Jason’s jaw clenched as he leaned forward, his fist tightening. Even the thought of having another woman besides you was sickening, and the thought of having more than one partner besides you made him want to punch your father more than he normally did.

“She’s my fiancée, asshole. Let me give you her number first instead,” he starts listing it out, watching as your father scrawled it down before humming. “Look familiar?”

He paused, staring before pulling out his phone and slowly typing it in.

“You don’t recognize your own daughters number? What a horrible father, I have it memorized,” Jason smiled, leaning forward as he tapped the sticky note. “Probably why she’s screaming out my name every night.”

Your father dropped the phone, quickly bending over the table to grab Jason’s collar before the door busted open. “Detective, don’t do that! Stop!”

Jason laughed as your father is dragged out, crossing his arms while leaning back in the chair. “Let me know when Y/N’s here, you can’t hold me with no charges!”

He could and he knew it, mainly because the window of 24 hours wasn’t up yet, but he know you’d be here soon with his bond. He twisted the gold band around his ring finger, humming softly to the tune you sang in the shower every once in a while before the door opened and you came stomping in, two helmets in hand.

“Jay, let’s go,” you ordered, scoffing as you glared at the reflective mirror. “They got nothing on you.”

He stood, walking forward and sending you that signature smile before cupping your face and pressing a firm kiss to your lips. “Whatever you say, mama.”

You smiled as he took his helmet, holding your side as you both slowly walked out, his body close to yours. “Your dad give you trouble, mama?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “I fucking wish he would’ve.”

Jason stayed close to you as you both walked through the police department, all eyes on the chief detective’s daughter they watched grow up and an orphaned misfit following behind her like a puppy on a leash. It was true, he would follow you around wherever you wanted him to like he was now, hand firmly on your waist to guide you to the door while holding his helmet with the other, lips pressed against your exposed shoulder as you both finally made it outside of the precinct.

“Jason?”

“Yes, doll?” He was already straddling the seat of his bike, waiting for you to come behind him as you stood next to him. “What’s wrong, hm? Baby? They got nothing on me, remember?”

“Promise?” You whisper, inhaling as he shook his head and pulled you closer. “Y-You left last night… afterwards. Did you go there? Jason, we said no more lies, don’t lie to me-”

“Y/N, doll, can we do this somewhere else, please? Somewhere not in front of the Gotham police department?” Jason tries to suggest before you cross your arms, raising a brow.

“No, I want you to speak, right now. We promised no more lies, Jason, don’t lie to me!” Your yell makes the door of the precinct open, your father stepping out with a few more officers as Jason cursed softly.

“I went to go see Dick, alright?” He whispers, stroking your cheek as he pulled you closer. “I promise you, I’m not lying. He’s in town for a few days, so I went to go see him at the house. I promise, that’s where I was, you can call him.”

“Then why didn’t you say that?” You whisper, shaking your head. “I thought we were past you using me as a pawn to get to my dad. Didn’t think you’d use that damn excuse whenever the whole fucking precinct was watching your questioning.”

Jason looked up at your father, the detective holding up his hands, one hand with a finger raised and the other a closed fist.

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“Fucking bastard,” Jason cursed, you quickly looking back with a scoff. “He’s trying to drive a wedge between us, baby, can’t you see that? Come on baby, come on. Look at me.”

He cupped your face, pressing a firm kiss to your lips as he stroked your cheeks. “Jason, you promised no more lies.”

“What did I lie about, baby? You scream my name out every night, just like I told him,” he laughed lightly as you shoved his chest, biting back a smile. “I was with you last night, I went to go visit Dick, and I didn’t kill him.”

“Promise?”

“I swear, baby.” He pushed your hair back, pressing his forehead to yours. “You said no more lying, and I’m not. You’re my alibi baby, you always are.”

“I love you,” you whisper, stroking his cheek with a sigh. “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he whispered back, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before pulling away to slip your helmet on your head and put on his own. He leaned forward as you quickly got on the bike, arms wrapping around his lower torso and hands settling near his groin and thigh as he looked at your father with a middle finger up before turning on his bike and speeding off.

When you both stopped at a red light, you pushed your hands up his thighs, already unzipping his pants as he groaned. Your hands slowly pump his cock as your helmet tucked into his neck area, your giggles making him groan.

"For fucks sake, Y/N."

You had made him cum at least twice on your ride home, thankful for the fact that Jason took the backroads back to your now shared home right on the bay. You both laughed, ignoring the cop car now stationed outside of your house, giggling Jason pushed open the gate to your backyard.

He had installed a bed outside right next to the pool, easily slipping off your helmet and his and placing them both on the ground. He smiled, laughing as you leaned back on the bed and pulled him down to lean over you, giggling along with him as his hands tug off your pants, pawing at your thighs as he giggled.

"For fucks sake, I can't wait to marry you."

You laughed, cupping his cheeks. "Well then, speed it up. Let's get married tomorrow."

He paused, tilting his head to the side. "What?"

"Let's get married tomorrow," you giggled, shrugging. "I'll buy a nice dress; you don't even have to wear a suit-"

"No," Jason dismissed the thought, shaking his head. "When I marry you, I'm going to do it right, do you understand me?"

You laugh, nodding. "Okay."

"I love you, Y/N L/N. And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

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vipower001 · 2 years

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DP x DC prompt (tall Jazz):

I've seen tall Jazz everywhere, so I would like to add to that. This is also a DpxDC crossover because I love Hood simply falling in love with this tall woman.

Anyway, in my idea of tall Jazz, she is like 6'8 but could be 7'0 if you want, but to me, that's her height, and I thought, "what if Danny was tall too." But Danny is shorter than her by like 2 inches, b/c I love the idea of Jazz being taller than her little brother.

So Jazz Lives in Gotham and works at Arkham, and similar to that one Jason X Jazz fic ends up living across from Jason. So they get along and Jason had developed this crush on this Kind, sweet, Giant of a woman that helped him one time when he had to do, I don't know, carry something heavy or something. And so of course him being from a family of detectives, his siblings find out, and so either most of the bat kids followed him to his apartment or just one to see who has got Jason so worked up, and as the elevator doors are about to close leading up to his floor a hand stops them. They look up and in walks this guy that's taller than Jason that looks like he would be the type to be adopted by bruce.

This dude goes to press what floor he is on but realizes they're going to the same floor so doesn't. Jason is just like, "Who is this guy? " "no one lives on that floor beside me and Jazz", or "is he related to her?" As they get off the elevator the Guy says "nice riding with ya" and then walks away. The bat kids leave as well only to be walking behind this dude bc apparently they are going to the same area. The dude then stops in front of Jazz's door and knocks. Jason intrigued takes his time pretending to search for his keys. Suddenly the door to Jazz's swings open and she wraps the guy up in a hug saying, "Little brother!!! I missed you." Jason then is like of course it's her brother why would it be anyone else, they obviously have the Height. (he's ignoring that he felt slightly jealous of this guy thinking he was someone else).

Jazz then notices Jason and his sibiling/s and introduces them to her brother.

"Hey Jason, this is my brother I keep telling you about."

"nice to meet you, I'm Jason and this/these are my sibiling/s"

"Nice to meet you, my name is Danny, my sister talks to me about you"

Cue Jazz and Jason blushing. Jazz usheres Danny inside and says a quick goodbye to Jason and slams the door shut. The Batkids all make fun of Jason for getting flustered and entering his apartment. with the door closed then says, "Well you went lying about the height, I certainly wasn't expecting there to be two of them though" Jason goes, "yeah, Jazz told me her brother was tall too but shorter than her, I thought she meant he was like 5'8 or 6'1, not like 6'6."

and if you want Danny to be shipped with one of the Batkids (excluding Jason) you can have your Bat of choice go, "well...I can definitely see the attraction to the height, Did you see that man"

meanwhile in Jazz's apartment:

Danny- "Sooooo, you never mentioned that your boyfriend died."

Jazz- "He's not my boyfriend and secondly I was just too busy to tell you."

Danny- "yeah, busy with your ~Boyfriend~."

Jazz- "DANNY!"

And that is it... I just really like the idea of the Bats being like wow she's tall to wait...There's another one! and just questioning the Genetics of the family.

#tall jazz #danny phantom #batman #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #anger manegment #7ft jazz for the win #big barda height #tall danny phantom #danny fenton

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trollsedits · 17 days

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BroZone headcannons please cause I saw your Poppy/Viva one and it was so cool!

Aww, Thank you so much I’m super busy today but This just made my day haha 💕✨ (so I’m writing this on my busy schedule today)

Brozone Headcanons:

Jonh Dory:

-Dude has a Perfectionist problem

-his personality reminds you of Eric Andre

-During his younger boy band days he would mess around with his little brother but he mostly like to mess around with Rosiepuff

-Grandma Rosiepuff mostly yells at John for causing chaos

-dude is obsessed with Rhonda

-His literal senior quote is “Perfect,perfect perfect 100%”

-He likes to mess around with king peppy back in his boy band days

-Has OCD

-He has baby pictures of all of his brothers he once try to make those kpop photo cards of embarrassing pictures of his brothers and sell them to fans his brother were not happy about it

-Will embarrassed the Sh*t out of his brothers no matter how old they are

-branch and Floyd is literally embarrassed to be around John

-Clay just hide whenever John comes to the Putt-Putt trolls village to pay him a visit he would make viva tell John that he was dead

-Bruce once slap the Living Sh*t out of Jonh Dory cuz he keeps calling Bruce —-> Spruce so John thinks twice before calling his name

-since bruce slap John He is deadass scared of saying Bruce name afraid that he’ll mess up again so he just call Bruce Vacay dude with a tall wife and 13 children

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Bruce:

-Had super dad power

-knows when his kids or wife needs something

-he always mentioned “My wife” when ever he hangout with this bros

-he will slap the Living out of you if you dare disrespect his wife and children meaning talking bad about them

-since he’s a dad now he will dad his brother meaning he will cook, feed them put them to bed etc.

-he can surf

-he once taught Floyd how to surf but it failed don’t ask why Floyd rather not talk about it

-he and Floyd has the best brothers relationship beside clay

-He still baby branch around

-when ever John Dory was being a bit to much Bruce would just put a pacifier to shut him up or just put John to bed the other brother thank him for that John can go on for hours on being perfect

Bruce: come on you big baby I think is time for your nappy maybe you’ll stop being cranky

-he definitely listen to Broadway music like Hamilton and others he also listen to smooth jazz

-he is a charmer not even his wife could be angry at him

-back in his band days he would brings a bunch of random girls back to their pod and make out w them he would threatened both clay and Floyd if they ever tell grandma Rosiepuff he would [Beep] their heads off so clay and Floyd just shut up

-He Secretly wants to adopt tiny diamond because he never had a troll size kid of his own before

-He would attempt to kidnap tiny diamond before but got caught by branch

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Clay:

-Definitely a John Dory biggest #1 Hater

-Clay would attempt to murder John but Bruce stopped him

-license CPA put some respect on his name fools

-definitely listen to Kid Cudi he would play it Day N night

-He regret leaving baby branch and Floyd but mostly branch

-He still loves to baby branch around no matter what even in front of Queen poppy

-is in a sad book club

-Clay would often get in trouble w grandma Rosiepuff

-April fools is his favorite holiday his brother and even grandma would get out of the house or won’t go near the house on April fools day

-He once try to sell Floyd and branch for some money but got in trouble

-He try to sell branch again but got in trouble again

-Clay once drew on John Dory and Bruce face during their band days while they were asleep with permanent markers so they couldn’t wash them off so they had to perform like that

-Clay left Floyd behind at a supermarket that one time Floyd was crying so much when a troll brought him back to grandma Rosiepuff

-Clay loves his older brother John Dory despite being his biggest hater he still care about John but he hates it when John push him and his brother past their limits

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Floyd:

-Definitely listen to troye sivan & Lana del Rey

-he even dressed like troye sivan

-he stalk troye sivan so badly that troye sivan wants to put a restraining order on Floyd poor dude T-T

-He wants to marry troye sivan so badly cuz he’s troye Sivan biggest fan

-he loves his brother so much

-he once gave troye sivan flowers but then troye sivan threw them in the trash ;-;

-he still stalks troye sivan doe idk y his brothers would stop him and constantly apologize to troye of Floyd behavior he isn’t like this so maybe being locked up in a diamond prison made him go nuts

-Floyd can’t feel his legs after being free from the diamond prison

-Floyd when branch was born he hated branch a lot but he sooner warm up to branch

-Floyd once got his brother to do the Troye sivan “Got me started dance” and it blew up even troye Sivan was impressed that his number one fan/ stalker killed it at his dance

-Floyd always helps his grandma around the house even taking care of baby branch

-he really regrets leaving branch and his grandma behind because she loved them dearly

-he and barb would become best friends

-Floyd always act like a big brother to John,clay and Bruce whenever they are fighting he is so mature for his age

-Floyd is the family therapist

-Floyd along with branch has the best vocalist

-Floyd has gone through phrases (don’t ask him he’ll die from embarrassment but John definitely has pictures of it so don’t ask John unless you want to die )

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Branch:

-After saving Floyd from the twins he been following Floyd every movement

-Has major abandonment issues

-he will cling onto his brother legs if they leave

-he will not let Floyd or any of his brothers leave he most likely will keep them hostage cause his abandonment issues are real

-he sounds like Justin Timberlake

-He still hold grudges against his brother for leaving him but mostly at John

-he treats his big brother like he owns this place

-He definitely listen to all kind of genres of music

-he’s a Bts army and a blackpink blink (I feel like he is honestly don’t argue with me plz)

-He also listen to NSYNC his favorite member is Justin

-he hates being called bitty B but he somehow let poppy call him that

-he’s a cat person for sure he’ll even act like once towards his brothers

-he will hiss at them if they dare leave

-Bruce couldn’t leave so he would have to explain to his wife for hours why he can’t leave ;-;

-poppy once came to his bunkers and saw his brother tied up in a chair she started to get worried about branch behavior she knows viva has abandonment issues but is not as bad at branch

-She demand to let his brother go but branch wouldn’t let go of his big brother

-even John Dory was crying scared for his life

-when branch was a baby he would get away with anything even murder

-everyone try’s to kidnap branch when he was a baby back in his bands days but John Dory is protective of branch

-He caught Bruce trying to kidnap tiny diamond that once time he would tell guy diamond but then again he threatened Bruce if he saw Bruce try to attempt to kidnap tiny diamond again he would tell

-he is Creek number #1 hater

-he still doesn’t trust Bergens

-he once saw Floyd chasing troye sivan in the streets so branch would restrain Floyd from going after troye

“That troll is Delulu!” Troye said

“He’s my older brother” branch said

“Well your older brother is crazy!” Troye response backing away and running off

“You’re welcome that I restrain him for ya!” Branch shouted while rolling his eyes

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impyssadobsessions · 2 years

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Resemblance pls 👀

AH! one of my fave wips >w< kekekekke I'm working out the problems with ages and locations... or if its time travel with it. BUT BASICALLY!!

If Danny 10 Dick be 30 Bruce 46 Jason 25 Tim/steph 23 cass 25 babs 33 Damian 16 Unless time travel which danny could be 14 (Rough calculations.. =w= and it being in bludheaven is the issue kind of) Dick is Danny's bio dad. And mom was actually Catlina Forge (Tarantula) from the rooftop scene. >> the not consensual one. Neither Danny and Dick know this yet though. Dick meets Danny on the streets and after sometime convinces him to come back with him. So Danny and Dick build up this relationship, finding out they like similar things and know each other's secret identity. Danny hell bent on helping Dick because he been doing this vigilante stuff alone. Dick does have Babs searching up Danny, to see what he can do for the kid. Only for them come across the fact he was adopted. Biologically is Dick's.. Bruce is the one to call and tell Dick. (Explaining this first half poorly Imma sorry~) Dick tries to mentally figure out who it could be, almost believing maybe someone stole his dna and made a kid. Supes had that happen- only for a possibility to be stuck in his head. Making him shut down for a few days. AND Now I'll show an excerpt because I wrote some parts of this scene >w<. All can change when I write it but I did write out a few scenes.

“You just puked your guts out, I really don't think-” “I'll be fine, Danny. I can't let a little stomach trouble keep me from protecting people.” Dick kept his back facing Danny. He knew the kid could tell something's bothering him. He just.. couldn't tell him. How could he? Not yet. “Then let me-” “No!” Dick visibly flinched at his own voice, taking a deep breath so he could face Danny. He forced a smile, looking an empty spot beside Danny's head. “Look, Its fine. You patrolled last night. Just stay here, okay? I'll be back at the usual time.” Danny stayed silent, glancing him over, before turning his head to the side in defeat. Dick felt so guilty, but it was pouring.. and he just.. couldn't. Not tonight. He needed to be alone. “Don't get sicker.” the boy muttered. Dick gave a nod, then turned to leave out the window into the dark and rainy night. Praying Danny just stays put as he asked. He didn't want Danny to leave, but it was difficult to be around him right now. If he really was.. Dick felt bile wanting to come up his throat. Shame washing over him, as he grappled to another rooftop, keeping pace. He needed to watch out for crime.. he'll simmer over things later.

Dick perched himself on one of the rooftops, rain pouring down hard around him. It was almost impossible to see. Yet, he watched as his hair stuck to his face, soaked with rain. He should head home. Its been a quiet night, but his mind kept replaying images of that night in his head. His throat swallowed thickly. He felt a figure swoop in beside him. The rain no longer was beating into his back as he noticed familiar cape through the corner of his eye. “What'chu doing all the way out here, B?” “You haven't responded in days.” “Days? That's how long, huh.” Dick knew he should have at least texted them but he didn't want to. Couldn't pull himself to. “Hope you didn't scare Danny or did you use the tracker?” “...Apartment was empty.” Dick's eyes widened as he stood up, returning back into his place in the rain. He searched behind them, furrowing his brows. “Danny. I know you're there.” There was nothing but the rain for a few minutes. “You're not in trouble.” Dick knew the kid was just watching out for him. Still sent a chill up his spine to know he was being watched without knowing it. They heard an audible sigh as Danny revealed himself in his phantom form. He was rubbing his arms and looking at his feet out of guilt of being caught. He floated there a moment, then looked up glancing between Batman and Dick. “Sorry. I know you said.. I just.. I..-i'll just get going.” Before Dick could say anything, Danny flew off back towards the apartment. The word 'wait' uncomfortably stay stuck in his swelling throat as he watched Danny disappear into the dense rain. Dick sighed running his fingers through his hair. He didn't know what to do. Tears pricking his eyes. “Have you told him?” Bruce asked. Dick weakly chuckled, blinking back his tears. His voice breaking as he talked not looking back at the man who raised him. “No.. I ..I couldn't .. I can't If its true then it has to be.. that night..”

“Son.. What did ___ do?” “Oh god, so it is her, Huh?”

Bruce only nodded with a grunt, eyes soft. “Its nothing-” “Dick, you've been shutting yourself in.” “Rich coming from you-” “Please. You don't have to tell me, but at least let us help you. You're not alone, you will never be alone.” “..B.. Dad.. I “ Dick fell face first into Bruce's shoulder and started crying. Bruce embraced his son with his arms, allowing Dick to do the same. Dick gripped tightly at Bruce's cape as he cried. It took him a few minutes before he could gather his voice again. He peaked back at his Father with a sniffle, before finally telling Bruce what had happened all those years ago. --- Stupid. He should have known he overstayed his welcome! Danny knew whatever was bothering Dick... it was about him. He had to leave, tonight. He didn't want to cause Dick anymore distress, besides he probably be better off than to have Danny leeching off of him.

Danny flew straight into the apartment. He didn't have time to change. Just grab his bag and-Danny walked out of the bedroom into the living room, realizing he wasn't the only one there. “So this is Dickie's little side bird?” A guy leaning casually back on the couch with black hair and white stripe. He had a red bat on his chest and a brown jacket. Something was off with him, the white hair didn't seem bleached. At least not by normal method. Danny was sure of it. “You look like you were about to fly the coop.” Said another, black hair boy, he wore a red and black outfit too, but it was more red than black. Danny stood their frozen, as the group stared at him. There was three others who hadn't spoke yet. A girl in black and yellow eyeing him down. A dark skin boy in a yellow suit, and a boy in a red, green, with a black and yellow cape. He looked the closest to his age. They mentioned Dick.. why were they all here in their costumes? I guess it be harder to realize their family. The silence dragged on too long as he heard a cough coming from the dark skinned hero. “I.. I wasn't...” Danny tossed his bag through the door, as he allowed himself to plop his feet onto the ground. “Why are..Who are..” “Big bird doesn't even talk about us!” The black and white haired man mocked as he placed a hand over his heart. “We're Dick's siblings.” “Any reason you all are here.. dressed as...?” “Father thought something terrible had happened to both you and Richard, so we came to investigate. That's when Father found out Richard was on patrol.” The younger of the group spoke, though he sounded quite older. “Oh.. no. We're...” fine wouldn't really be the right word. Danny rubbed his arm awkwardly, “So.. you guys already.. know.. right?” “Yeah, kid. We do.” The man spoke softly. Danny stared at the black and white haired man. His words were sincere as he stared at him. He had died too, that must have been Jason. Danny sighed and decided his escape was post-pone, he might as well get comfy. White rings appeared at his waist then split into two as it washed up and down his form, revealing his human form. “What a costume change, wish my suit was that easy.” Duke whistled, rubbing his eyes. Danny rubbed his arm awkwardly, shuffling in one spot. “This is your home, don't be a stranger. Tim call pizza.” Jason patting empty space between him and Tim. “A game.” The girl spoke with a smile. “Duke, look under the cabinet, I'm sure Dickie got them some where.” “Ac-actually they're in the coffee table.” Danny pointed out as he shuffled to take a sit, feeling uncomfortable being in the middle. He had to play along, maybe they'll lighten up enough and he can go. Before they realize how much pain he's causing their brother.

--- So he hangs out with them for a little while til he just wants to be alone. So he finally took Dick's offer and tells the others he's stealing Dick's bed for the night. He ends up falling asleep in clothes Dick gave him for pjs, with a picture of the Fenton family by his head because he's really missing home.. not feeling like he belongs anywhere despite how warm everyone was.. he just misses being with his family (even if parents shot him lol) plus just feels lonely.

Dick gets back and the batfam informs him that Danny might fly away so Cass n Duke stays after a debate, they stay in the living room.. and so Dick makes his way to bedroom to change. (Dick having given Bruce permission to let the others know since they both figured they would dig until they found out anyways the woes of a detective family) mix feelings still there. Notices the photo by Danny's head and tries to take a peak, only for danny to wake up. Then an awkward talk, Danny offering to move back to the couch but dick telling him to stay there, duke and cass sleeping in the living room. Danny offering the floor but Dick saying he's not going to make danny sleep in the floor. though it is awkward for him to. Talk about Danny's family a bit before Danny goes to get water while dick changes. Only to break a glass because Cass scares him (she noticed that he seemed prepared to just up and fly again. )-- basically its a night of talking and sharing a bed. cass and duke staying til both dick and danny are up to let them talk seriously =w= though they procrastinate on it longer. But their last night talk did make danny not feel like he has to fly away.. =w= b though dick wakes up from a nightmare danny over heard Duke and Cass had breakfast ordered (bruce's gift lol ) but dick woke up from trauma nightmare and so he isn't feeling it. Saying Danny can have his. Danny argues.. but dick's right, Danny can eat both (probably should) So asks if he wants him to get the cereal. )

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dick grayson #nightwing #batfam #danny fenton #danny is dick's son #worse way possible #they have to work through trauma #so very angsty and healing fic #writing excerpts #came about because I wanted more dick #that sounds awful out of context #and in context #fanfic wip #asks #tw rape

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Hold On - Hold On (Final)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Things have been tough since you split from your wife, Natasha. Now wanting a fresh start elsewhere, Natasha sees what she’s truly losing. Is it too late for her to save what’s left of her family?

Translation: detka (baby),

AC: This is the last part of this mini-series! I have loved writing this and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I have!

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“Where the fuck is Natasha!” you held onto Wanda’s hand tightly. “She’s on her way, I promise” Wanda assures you. “GOD!” you screamed in pain. “It’s okay, Y/n, I’m right here” Wanda spoke knowing it didn’t mean much. “I swear to god if she misses this, I’m going to rip her head off!” you spoke in pain, Wanda chuckled “Just breathe Y/n” she adds.

--Flash Back—

“Detka, what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet all night” Natasha asked, sitting next to you on the sofa after the two of you put the kids to bed. “Huh? Oh, nothing, I’m just tired” you replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t lie to me, are you okay?” her eyes filled with concern.

“I just have a stuff on my mind, that’s all. It’s okay, I’m okay” you tried to give her an assuring smile even though you knew she didn’t buy it. “Talk to me detka, what’s on that pretty mind of yours?”

You looked at Natasha and hesitated to speak, she notices your mouth opened slightly to speak but no words came out. “Whatever it is baby, we can work it out” she says to comfort you. “I... Nat..I d-don’t want this to be it” you started. Her brows frowned with worry, “what to be it?” she asked. You struggled to reply, not sure what Natasha would think or even if she wanted the same.

“Detka” she moved closer to you, “what is it?” she adds.

“I want another baby” you blurred out, Natasha couldn’t help but smile. “You were worried to tell me that?”

“I just…I don’t know where you’re at with this stuff… we don’t really talk about it but recently, watching Sophie grow and Riley becoming more independent, I know I’m going to miss it… and I can’t help but think about another baby” you explained.

Natasha wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer to her, “I’m going to miss it too” she says, “Sophie is growing up way too fast and Riley is just so full of life and energy, I feel like he’ll be off to college before we know it” she continues.

“So, you’ve thought about it as well?”

“I have”

A soft smile forms on your lips, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, detka”

“Do you feel something is missing? Be honest”

Nat nods, “yeah, I do. Do you?”

“I do, we have this big house, two beautiful babies and our fur baby but something just seems out of place” you explain, looking up at Natasha “We have three spare rooms, I don’t know why I thought we needed three but – “

“One of them is for a baby” Nat cuts you off.

“Yeah” you smile.

“Let’s have another baby” Natasha speaks softly, your heart fluttered at her words. “Are you sure?” you ask. “I am, very sure” she smiled softly, “but I’d like to try something different this time” she adds.

“Adoption?”

“No, Bruce had a friend a year ago ask him to try and merge cells together” she starts to explain, “he and Tony were successful, I don’t know how, and I didn’t ask how but they manage to allow the couple to have a baby that shared both parent’s cells, like if she’d fell pregnant to a man” she adds.

“You want you try and have a baby that shares both our cells?” you ask.

“I do, I mean, it’s completely up to you. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with of course”

“I’m in” your smile grew wider, “I want a little Natalia look alike running around, your red hair, your eyes, they’d be perfect. Just like our already perfect babies”

Natasha leans down and kissed your lips softly, “let’s have another” she whispered against your lips.

--Flash Back Over—

“Mrs Romanoff, you’re not ready as yet but I’ll keep coming back in to check on you” your midwife says as if your pain was nothing. “Are you sure?!” you were already so tired, and the contractions were getting closer and closer. “It won’t be long, I promise” the woman smiles before leaving you in the room with Wanda.

“Any word on Nat?” you looked to your friend, she shook her head, “nothing”

“God damn it Nat! I knew she shouldn’t have gone on that mission” you mumbled to yourself. “Here, have some ice chips” Wanda offered. She felt helpless but also excited for you and Natasha. You couldn’t help but cry, “Wands, she can’t miss this” you grabbed her hand, “she can’t! I don’t want to do this without her” you spoke sternly.

“I know, honey. She’ll be here, I know she will. Last I spoke to her she was finding the fastest way to get here”

“Not fast enough” you sobbed, your hand rubbing protectively over your stomach, “it took us so long to fall pregnant this time” you started to recall the day you found out.

--Flash Back—

Negative, Negative, Negative. Read the three-pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom countertop. You sobbed quietly so the kids couldn’t hear you, it’s been a few months of trying Bruce and Tony’s new process and each time your eyes fell to a negative test. You’d seen a doctor recently just to be sure everything was in working order, there were some concerns and that only meant that falling pregnant would be harder for you each time you tried to conceive.

With a sigh you decided to take one more test, something in your mind screamed at you to take another. You peed, you waited, 15 minutes went by in the slowest way. Flipping over the test, part of you expected the words, Negative to present itself but not this time.

Positive.

The words stared back at you, you gasp now unsure what if you truly were pregnant or not.

You freshened up and walked into the living room. “Nat” you spoke while she played tea parties with Sophie who was now on her way to turning 5. She saw you’d been crying, “what’s wrong detka?” she asked. “Can we go see Bruce?” you asked softly, your face showing no emotion.

Nat nodded with concern, “yeah, let’s go. I’ll get the kids ready” she stood up. “Soph, go get your shoes for mommy” she looked down at Sophie who didn’t argue. Natasha came closer to you; her worried look showed no effect on you. “Is everything okay?” she asked.

“I took four tests, three were negative and one positive. I just… I want a blood test to be sure” you explained, “don’t get your hopes up” you added. Natasha knew your hopes for another baby was running low. She swore to herself that if it didn’t work this time than she’s ask if you could take a break, the hurt in your eyes was too much for her. “We’ve never had a positive before, let’s hold on to that” Nat wiped your tears and kissed your forehead. “Riley, we gotta go, get your shoes” she called out.

The drive to the Avengers compound was quiet on your end, your mind running through all the possibly ways to try and bring another baby into this world, you didn’t want to disappoint your wife even though you knew deep down she’d never hold this against you.

Steve offered to watch the kids while you and Natasha went to the medical bay. Bruce took some tests and disappeared for 20 minutes.

“I’m not pregnant, I just know it” you broke the silence between you and Nat.

“If aren’t pregnant, it’s okay. We could take a break from all this, maybe explore adoption whenever you’re ready”

“But you were excited for this to work” you looked you your wife with teary eyes.

“No detka, I’m excited to raise another baby with you, I don’t care how we go about it” she assures you, holding your hand tightly. You rested your head on her shoulder and waited patiently for Bruce to return.

“I’m so sorry Nat” you spoke softly.

“For what?”

“For not being able to give us a third baby”

“Don’t talk like that detka, you are already a superwoman in my eyes. I don’t need you to give me babies to be happy, I’m more than happy with everything as it is, another baby would be beautiful and do want to have another but detka, you and our two children are already all I need. If this doesn’t work and you don’t want to try adoption then that’s okay, because I am happy. I promise” she assures you, making sure you felt the seriousness of her words.

Bruce entered the room before you had a chance to reply, you couldn’t read any emotion on his face, but he’s always been that way. “Well –“he starts.

“Just tell me, Bruce... please” you cut him off quickly, your hand squeezing Natasha’s.

He looked between the two of you, “You’re pregnant” he says.

“A-are you s-sure?” you stutter with slight shock.

“100%” he gives you a soft smile.

You couldn’t help but tear up as you looked to Nat who had a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with joy “I’m pregnant baby” you kissed her softly.

--Flash Back Over—

“Now here we are and she’s going to miss it!” you end the story of telling Wanda. “Wands, if she doesn’t make it… will you?”

“Of course! I don’t want to give up the chance to boost that I’m the auntie who help deliver the bundle of joy” she smiles, oddly it calmed you. “I’m so tired” you mumbled, struggling to keep your eyes open. “Close your eyes for a bit, I’ll be here, and I’ll keep trying to get in touch with Nat” Wanda suggests.

Within minutes you were able to fall asleep, even if it was only for 20 minutes.

“Natasha, it’s Wanda again! I have your wife who is stressing out that you’re going to miss this birth! Where are you?! Call me back!” Wanda leaves yet another voice mail for the assassin. She tried countless times, even calling Yelena who was in a rush to get to the hospital but still, no word from Natasha.

Wanda watched over you as you slept, a promise she made to Natasha to always be there for you if anything were to happen to her. She couldn’t think like that, not now. Not when your third baby was due to enter the world, they were early by a week, you were just lucky you were visiting Wanda when your water broke in her bathroom.

“OH GODDD!” you called in pain as a contraction woke you from your nap, Wanda quickly offering her hand for you to squeeze. “I’m never doing this again!” you groaned, unaware Yelena was at the door. “Natasha can literally find a new wife after this!” you added, not serious of course. Wanda chuckled once again, “You can tell her that when she gets here”

“IF SHE GETS HERE, OH MY GOD!” you screamed once more.

Yelena made herself known once the pain of the contraction subsided again. “Lena, you’re here” you tiredly smiled at your sister-in-law. “I heard Natasha wasn’t able to make it” she spoke.

“Uh, she’s on her way” Wanda gave Yelena a daring look, “Right, yes, on her way” Yelena frowned as she took a seat by the window. Your midwife came back to check out many centimetres you were. “It’s almost time Mrs Romanoff, hang in there. This baby is coming” she smiled.

“Define almost”

“You’re at 6 centimetres”

You groaned and threw your head back. The midwife thew Wanda and Yelena a smile before leaving the room again.

“I bet Sophie is excited” Yelena spoke, trying to lift the mood. “You have no idea” you replied with your eyes closed once more.

--Flash Back—

“Riley, Sophie can you come here for a moment please? Mama and I need to talk to you” Natasha called as you both waited for them at the dining table. You’re 14 weeks along and decided it was time to tell the children they were expecting a new baby brother or sister.

“What’s going on?” Riley asked as he took a seat, Sophie climbing up onto the chair next to him.

“Well, Mama has some news” Nat’s hand gently rubs your stomach until the table. You smiled, placing one of your hands on top of hers.

“Okay?” Riley says.

“There’s going to be some changes around here, Riley Mom and I are going to need you to help a little with Sophie” you started, “nothing too much, just if I’m unwell and Mom is at work, maybe you could help get her a snack after school or if she needs a drink, you could help her?” you add.

“Are you sick Ma?” he asks in a worried tone.

“No bug”

“Then why do I need to help Sophie more?”

“Because we’re having another baby”

“Oh” Riley’s eyes dropped to the table.

“Mama is having a baby” Sophie speaks, unsure what exactly this means.

“Are you okay Riley?” Nat asks.

“I guess” he shrugs.

“It’s okay if you’re upset” you tell him.

“I just don’t understand why we have to have another baby; I like Sophie… I don’t want to get rid of her” he explains. Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle as you held yours in.

“No bug, we’re not getting rid of Sophie” you assured him, “You’re going to have another brother or sister, we’re keeping both you and adding another” you explained.

“Ohh!” Riley looks up at the two of you.

“I want a sister!” Sophie says

“No, it’ll be a boy! It’s a boy! Isn’t it Ma?”

“Well, actually we don’t know, and we won’t until they born”

“How long is that?” Sophie questions.

“In 6 months”

“That’s so far away!!!” Sophie groans “I want to meet my sister now!” she adds.

“Soph, it’s a boy!” Riley argues.

--Flash Back Over—

“Whatever this baby is, it’s going to cause some trouble between Riley and Sophie, that’s for sure!” you rolled your eyes.

“Wait, Natasha’s calling. Here” Wanda hands you the phone.

“Natasha!? Where the hell are you!” you answered.

“Hi detka, I’m not far, I promise! How are you? Everything okay?”

“Everything will be fine once you get here!” you mumble, “I need you here, I’m 6 centimetres already” you added.

“I’m coming detka, I’m just getting fuel and I’ll be another 2 hours at the most”

“2 hours?! Natasha!”

“I know baby, I’m sorry the jet broke down otherwise I’d be there right now” she explains.

“You’re lucky I’m only at 6!”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, I love you”

“I love you too, just get here!”

Natasha hung up just before another contraction hit you. This is usually the longest part of labour; Natasha was very lucky to only be another two hours away. Going from 6 to 7 can sometimes take the longest.

You handed Wanda her phone back and closed your eyes once the contraction subsided again. “Y/n, tell us more” Wanda says as she noticed when you’d tell them stories your mind was elsewhere and not focusing on the pain.

“Like what?” you asked in a mumble.

“Do you remember their first kick?” Wanda asked.

—Flash Back—

It was a Thursday morning; you and Natasha had just dropped the kids off at school and decided to go for a walk around the property for some fresh air. The sun was warm, and the breeze was nice, hand in hand wife your wife as you both took a stroll.

“It’s so beautiful out here, I sometimes forget we have all this open space” you spoke, admiring the view of your large home from a distance. Natasha agreed, “reminds a little of Clint’s property” she adds.

“Soph’s birthday is coming up, where do you plan on putting that pony you promised her?”

“According to her the pony will live inside”

“I don’t think so” you both laughed.

“I was thinking about putting the staple close to the shed, that way Soph can play with her pony and not be too far from the house” she explains. “I still can’t believe you promised her a pony” you playfully shook your head.

“I think it’ll be good for her; I mean, we got Rooster for Riley when he was her age, and he has been a great little friend to Riley”

“A pony isn’t the same as a dog, Natasha” you chuckled before suddenly stopping in your tracks, a flutter feeling rushed over your stomach. “Nat, give your hand” you said, grabbing her hand and placing it on the front of your small baby bump. “Do you feel that?” you smiled. Natasha’s face lit up with a smile, “Hi baby” she whispered as she felt the first few kicks of the unborn baby. “I can’t believe we’re actually about to have another baby” she adds, her hand gently rubbing over your stomach.

--Flash Back Over—

“Wait so Natasha promised Sophie a pony since when?” Yelena asked.

“Before we moved into our new home. Sophie had in her head she could get a pony. At first, we said no but Natasha couldn’t help herself and promised on her 5th birthday that we’d get her a pony. Now we have a damn pony at home” you explained.

Yelena laughed, “Oh come on, Y/n, you love that pony” Wanda teased, you threw her a glare “It makes the place smell” you pointed out. “I disagree, I think it’s just your senses being more sensitive” Yelena chipped in. “Do not blame an awful smell on my pregnancy Lena!”

The next couple of hours passed by your contractions getting stronger and more unbearable and still no sign of Natasha.

“We’re going to move you to the delivery room shortly, Y/n. You’re at 8 cm now” your midwife informs you after an intense contraction subsided, leaving you with back pain and sweat dripping from your forehead. Wanda grabbed the warm cloth and help clear away the sweat while you squeezed her hand. Yelena would leave the room every time there was a contraction, more so you kicked her out, but she didn’t take it personally.

“I’ll be back real soon, keep breathing and try to relax a little” your midwife adds before leaving the room, telling Yelena it was safe to return.

“Where fuck is Natasha?! Honestly!” you started to tear up.

“I’ll call her again” Yelena takes out her phone, leaving the room once again.

“Sorry, we ask that all calls are taken in the waiting room” a nurse informs Yelena, “sure, sorry” she smiles and walks towards the waiting room. Natasha’s phone rings out once more so Yelena tries again, no answer.

“Natasha! You told her 2 hours, it’s been 5! Where the hell are you?” Yelena texts.

“Yelena!” a familiar voice makes Yelena turn around and sigh with relief. “Where the hell have you been?” Yelena asks Natasha. “I broke down and had to find a lift. Where is she? Is she okay?”

“She’s mad, scary mad” Yelena leads Natasha to your room. Your reaction to another contraction filled the halls.

“You are not coming out until your mother gets here! You do hear me baby?” you spoke sternly to your stomach, Wanda’s hand starting to cramp.

“I’m here detka” the Russian’s voice filled your ears. “Natasha!?” you looked up with tired eyes. Wanda smiled and rubbed her hand once you let go and reached for Natasha. “I’m sorry detka, I broke down and struggled to find a lift” she moves closer to you, one hand natural rests on your swollen stomach as she leans down and kisses your lips, her free hand brushing your hair back. “I don’t care, you’re here now” you say.

Another contraction starts, you grip Natasha’s hand tightly. “Breath, detka” Natasha coaches.

“We’ve been getting her to tell us stories of her pregnancy, it’s been a good trick to calm her” Wanda looks to Nat who nods, supporting you through the pain.

“Do you remember the time you feel asleep, and Riley watched over Soph, you were worried something would happen if you napped” Natasha asked once your contraction calmed. You nodded, “I was so tried” you weakly smiled.

--Flash Back—

Natasha was at work, doing mission reports at the compound for a few hours while you watched the kids. It was school holidays otherwise they would’ve been at school. You were only a month away from giving birth, your back aches, your ankles are swollen, your body overall tired and sore.

“How about we play in the living room and watch movies while Mommy is at work?” you offered, more so you could lay comfortably on the sofa. Riley helped Sophie pick out a movie for the family to watch, Luca.

You settled down on the sofa, Sophie sitting on the floor on a cushion in front of you, next to her big brother. “Ma can we please have some cookies?” Riley asked. You nodded, “go get the jar and share with Soph” you smiled.

Halfway through the movie Riley noticed that you had fallen asleep, he grabbed a blanket from the basket and did his best to cover you with it. He sat back down and watched the rest of the movie, keeping Sophie quiet the best he could.

“Mama the mo- “

“Shh Sophie, Ma is sleeping” Riley quickly covered her mouth with his hand. “Do you want to come build Lego with me in my room?” he quickly asked to distract her, carefully removing his hand. “You never let me play with your Lego” Sophie points out.

“That was because you were too little but now, you’re 5” he stands up, “come on, I’ll show you how to build the biggest tower!” he adds. The two quietly sneak away into Riley’s room without awaking you.

Natasha returned home a couple of hours later, her first sight was seeing you asleep peacefully on the sofa. The house oddly too quiet for her liking. “Kids?” she called in a whisper, not to wake you. She checked Sophie’s room, nothing. She opened the door to Riley’s room and saw the two building different things with Lego. “Hi babies” Nat smiled.

“Mommy!” Sophie jumped up to hug her mother. “You let Sophie play with your Lego?” Natasha looked to Riley as she held Sophie on her right lip. “Ma fell asleep, and I didn’t want her to wake up” he explains.

“Look at my building Mommy!” Sophie pointed. “That’s very impressive love” she placed a kiss on her cheek before placing her back on her feet. “How long as Mama been asleep?” she asked Riley who shrugged, “a long time” he was too focused on building his spaceship to look at his mother.

Natasha nodded before closing the door over a little, walking over to your sleeping position and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Detka, I’m home” she whispered. You stirred, eyes fluttering open you gave her a soft smile “Hi baby” you said softly. You looked behind her and didn’t see the kids, “where’s the kids!?” you sat up in a hurry.

“They’re fine, they’re in Riley’s room playing with Lego” Natasha told you. “Oh, thank god, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I just closed for my eyes for a second” you panicked. “Don’t stress detka, I think it’s time I put in some leave, yeah?” Natasha suggested and you nodded. “Go to bed detka, I’ll do dinner” Natasha suggests.

--Flash Back Over—

“Then you took that stupid mission!” you grumbled. Natasha smirked, “I know, I shouldn’t have but I’m here now and our baby is coming” she assured you.

It wasn’t long until you were finally moved to the delivery room, you held Natasha’s left hand the whole time while the midwife and nurses got everything prepared.

“Alright Mama let’s meet your new baby” your midwife sits down at your feet. “Whenever you feel another contraction, push” she adds.

Labour went on for what seemed like forever, longer than your last two. Natasha could see how tired you already were. “Just a couple of more big pushes for me Y/n, we’re almost there” the midwife says.

“You’ve got this detka, I know you’re tired but just a couple more pushes and you can rest” Natasha kisses your forehead.

They were right, a few more hard pushes and the room soon filled with the cries of your new-born baby. “You did amazing detka” Natasha looks down at you, kissing the top of your hand. The nurses clean the baby up and hand them back to the midwife.

“Congratulations Mamas, meet your new baby girl” she smiles and gently places the baby on your chest.

“Hi baby” you teared up, “oh my god, look at you” you added, completely falling in love all over again. “Natty, look at her” you smiled as your eyes never left the tiny baby.

“She’s beautiful, just like her Mama” Nat kisses the top of your head, watching over her new-born. “She has your hair” you gently ran your fingers over her soft ginger hair.

The midwife allowed a few more moments before taking the little baby for check-ups and a better clean up.

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You sat up and watched as Natasha held your daughter as she slept in her arms. “Baby, I know we spoke about names and if they were a girl, we’d name her after Melina but… I also want to name her after somebody else” you spoke softly.

“What did you have in mind?” Natasha asked.

“How do you feel about her middle name being hyphenated? That way she still has Melina but I also maybe Wanda?”

“I like it” Natasha smiles, “Ulyana Melina-Wanda Romanoff” she’s perfect” Nat gently places her in her basinet.

The following day, you told Natasha it was okay for people to come visit, first was Yelena. “I can’t believe I didn’t make the cut, again!” she jokes while holding Ulyana. “Don’t worry Lena, I’m sure Sophie has a baby doll somewhere with your name” Natasha chuckles.

Wanda was next, Natasha had asked if Vision would watch the kids in the waiting room before being them into meet their baby sister and because you wanted to tell Wanda yourself about her naming.

“She’s adorable guys!” Wanda coos. “Pick her up Wands” you smiled. Wanda carefully picks her up and sits in the chair next to your bed. “She’s got a head of hair my goodness!” Wanda comments, “that she does” you smiled. “Have you guys decided on a name yet?” she asks, her eyes taking in every little detail of the baby.

Natasha watched as a smile creeped onto her lips.

“We do” you started, “When spoke names a lot, we decided if they were going to be a boy, we were going to name them Pietro Alexei but she’s a girl and we’ve settled on Ulyana Melina-Wanda Romanoff”

Wanda looked up at the two of you, “really?” she teared up, “you guys are giving her my name?” she adds. “Of course, Wands. You’re a big part of our family and we want our children to see how wonderful their Auntie Wanda is” Natasha steps forward.

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You watched as the others came in and out to visit the new member of the Romanoff family, Riley and Sophie already grew so protective over her and wanted to be around her all the time. Natasha extended her time off to be around more, she helped you with basically everything, she ran you baths when Ulyana was down for a nap, she brought you breakfast in bed after you’d fed her, she made sure the kids were at school on time and paid extra attention to them while you’d attend to Ulyana.

Jealous was never shown in your home, the kids loved their baby sister and would always bring home new drawings or buy her gifts from the store. Every night before bed, Riley and Sophie would sit on the floor in Uylana’s room while you read them a story, they never wanted to leave her side and it warmed both Natasha and your hearts.

It was moments like having dinner together as a family that you were thankful you never truly let your love for Natasha go, things would’ve been completely different if she ever did sign the divorce papers and your thankful, she was stubborn about it and never signed them.

You held on, like she told you too and now you’d never find yourself loosing hope in the marriage again. Natasha made you happier than you’ve ever been, even when there were arguments, she somehow made sure to let you know, she loves you. She’d do anything for you, and you’d do anything for her.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel #mini series #fanfiction #black widow #the avengers

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Kitten

First posted: March 22, 2019

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne and the Fam (plus a new addition)

Favorite bookmark: "GIVE BRUCE A BABY GIRL!!!! HE IS A DESTINED GIRL DAD AND DESERVES MORE DAUGHTERS!!!! AND HE NEEDS A BABY!!!!!!"

Tier: This is #11 in terms of hits and bookmarks?? How?? #9 in terms of kudos? #19 in comments?????? #14 in subscriptions. I am baffled by this.

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Apparently by this point I had secured a friendship with @audreycritter because she was the one who told me about the existence of Helena Kyle, Selina's daughter, and some comic book nonsense about her maybe or maybe not being Bruce's daughter also and how in some universes Bruce helps her get adopted out and no??? J'refuse????? This is the kind of canon nonsense fic was made to fix.

The decision was a spontaneous one. Rare, for Bruce, but not as rare as some might think. Nor were his decisions—including this one—as free from consideration as the label “spontaneous” might imply. While it was true that Bruce liked to put more deliberate, conscious thought into his life choices, the pieces had already been there, facts lurking in his subconscious like mayfly larva. When the moment had arisen, those facts had sprouted wings and coalesced into a swarm.

As anyone following along has clocked, the majority of my fics start with the author going "Now let me explain something I need you to understand."

Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t have a history of making this kind of choice before.

We stan a self-aware man.

He wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before, even if it had taken him multiple times to learn his lesson.

I do want to write that fic someday. I had a specific framework mentally charted out that would partly involve Dick learning about Jason Todd's arrival. Someday.

“Bruce!” Dick’s voice was bright and warm, flooding through the interior like sunshine.

Bruce Wayne loves Dick Grayson so. freaking. much.

He could hear Dick shifting, probably settling against a wall or filing cabinet, before prodding, “No offense, but you’re not one for mid-day, no-reason calls. What’s up?”

Ah, that familiar "okay, who died" anxiety provoked by the unexpected call of someone who doesn't do unexpected calls.

“Bruce, tell me I did not just hear what I thought I heard.” Dick’s voice was flat and preternaturally calm, a detective arriving at the scene of a crime, analyzing and struggling to withhold judgement.

Dick: oh no who died

Dick, two seconds later: oh my god not again

“You were my first call.” Bruce offered the fact quickly, an olive branch to shelter under. He kept one hand on the wheel, one hand on the fussing baby in the backseat, and his focus on getting through this call. “I know I… haven’t handled this sort of thing well before. With you.”

Whatever else he may be, Bruce Wayne is a Dad Who Tries!!!!!

He was fumbling, words turning to sludge on his lips, gumming up with guilt and regret. It was always like that, for him. It was one of the reasons Bruce preferred the cowl. No one expected heartfelt speeches from a wraith out of Gotham’s darkest nightmares. Kids, though. Kids expected those sorts of things from their parents.

Always my favorite version of Bruce, this uneloquent and painfully aware version. Also, ironically, as best I remember this entire scene was one of the easier things I've written. I just watched it happen and took dictation.

He still had days with each of his children when seeing them at the breakfast counter or curled up in the den surprised him. That’s a living thing, he would think, and it’s mine, and he would be overwhelmed once more.

Literally me with my cats. The bit right before this about the choice crashing over him like a wave and taking him by surprise even years after the fact is a thing that happens to me. I adapt really quickly in the moment to various changes and then get hit with delayed, extended surprise. (But Bruce's literal surprised thoughts are me re: my cats.)

“As sure as I’ve ever been,” Bruce replied, and even he wasn’t sure which meaning he was reaching for.

Ah, duality. It's fun to think about which he might mean and which Dick might assume.

Still, it was a relief to have Alfred greet him at the door as if this were just another ordinary day and Bruce was not standing with his neck bent as a small child tugged on fistfuls of his hair.

What an an adorable art piece this would make. Not that I'm hinting. I just see it so clearly.

She was looking around with sedate interest, calm but alert, a monarch overlooking her domain. Or, Bruce realized with wry amusement, a cat eyeing a new box.

Please also know she's doing that little unbalanced head wiggle babies do when they're old enough to hold their head upright on their own but young enough to not do it well.

Bruce had planned on gathering all his children in the den, explaining as briefly as he could the circumstances of the baby’s arrival, and letting them make each other’s acquaintance. But his day had yet to go to plan, so why start now.

Drily wry Bruce is always so fun to write. He doesn't get to be as overtly funny as his kids, but I enjoy the humor.

It was an uncomfortable maneuver, since he had to bend further, almost double, to ease the tugging on his scalp until he could loose those little hands.

big man little baby BIG MAN LITTLE BABY

“I already have a sister,” he pointed out. Bruce was inclined to describe it as petulantly, but Damian managed to keep his bottom lip sucked in, if only just.

Damian: I claim none of you

Damian, confronted by a girl baby: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY BELOVED SISTER

also he's jus' a babyyyy

Damian recoiled further, and Bruce let Batman fall from his shoulders like a loosened cape.

can't get enough of this crap

Bruce wrapped his arm around Damian’s middle and pulled the boy into his side. Damian turned away so he couldn’t look at the baby, who was gabbling to herself as she gummed on Bruce’s thumb. Bruce rested his jaw against Damian’s temple, both to keep the boy still and to keep his voice low. The Manor was the securest place in Gotham, other than the Cave, but he would not risk this.

Sometimes writing the logistics of physicality is so difficult, but when it works for me, boy does it work.

Bruce let the question settle against his skin like mist before answering the same way he would again and again for years to come. “She is now.” He didn’t know. He suspected Selina truly didn’t either. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter, in the same way it didn’t matter that his blood didn’t course through Dick’s veins, that he wasn’t responsible for Jason’s broad shoulders or Tim’s blue eyes or Cassie’s dark hair or Duke’s dimples. They were his. And now this child was, too.

I think, in canon, she's supposed to be his, maybe. Don't know for sure, don't really care, and I don't think Bruce would either, as stated above.

“You will be her big brother,” Bruce continued softly. “That is a solemn charge that you cannot take lightly. As closest to her in age, she’ll look up to you. As she grows, she’ll mimic you—your words, your actions, your behaviors. Which means you’ll be in a unique position, perhaps more than any of us, to influence the person she becomes. Do you understand?”

10000% shamelessly used this exact tactic on a nibling when they acquired a younger sibling.

That was something new, the idea of being able to name a child himself.

Isn't that fun! I love names and naming things. I'm delighted he gets this opportunity. (More on this in a minute.)

Somehow, choosing a name felt like a larger responsibility than all of his former child-rearing experience put together. My car is called the Batmobile, Bruce thought despairingly as he watched his children watch each other.

Did I mention that I love drily deadpan Bruce? That line still makes me laugh.

“So does she do anything?” Tim asked. He was eyeing the baby in the same way he might a particularly florid insect—with interest, scientific remove, and no small amount of wariness. Cass wrinkled her nose but didn’t comment. “She’s a baby,” Duke pointed out with the typical fond exasperation he had picked up once the shine of the Manor had worn off. “What do you expect her to do?”

I loved trying to figure out how each kid would react and if there were ways they might respond to the new baby that would be surprising but still sensible. I'm not sure if I managed that, but I'm still pleased with how they all ended up, this weird little family of only children.

Bruce’s brain made a sparking noise, like a fork left in the microwave.

BZZT DING DING A DING A BZZT DING

“Uh, yeah? Got back on Monday. Why?” Why, why, why. Why were his children so distrustful, that’s what Bruce wanted to know.

*taps the exhausted dry humor Bruce sign*

Bruce opened his eyes and stared at the baby shrieking inches from his face. Duke stood behind her, his hands clamped under her arms, and stared back impassively as she squealed into the phone.

Bruce has horrible children.

“B, what the—“ Bruce fought the urge to cover the baby’s ears, even though he was the only one who could hear the voice on the other end.

I love this stupid family.

There was an ominous gurgle from the baby. Duke looked at her, then at Bruce, then quickly handed her over. “Not it.”

I have literally watched hundreds of children in my life, related and unrelated. I have changed one (1) diaper, under duress, and immediately and deliberately forgot everything I was taught. J'refuse.

Helena, meaning bright, shining light, Bruce had explained almost bashfully to Selina. Selina, who had left town the same night Helena went home to the Manor but who saw each of Bruce’s texts and left the read receipt on so he would know. Selina, whose name meant moon. So she’ll always know where she came from.

Remember I said later? Later is now. As we were already spitting on canon, I was more than willing to change the kiddo's name if needed, but it turns out DC (I will be charitable and assume purposefully) chose a lovely, symbolic name that matched beautifully in a way that felt like Bruce. So I kept it. So Bruce did get to name a kid, but also not really because comics did it for him.

The legislation that he’d helped champion regarding the treatment of minors in the media hadn’t hurt either.

I think this was around the time there was a flurry of papparazzi nonsense and talk about this IRL with... Jolie kids or Cruise kids or something, I don't remember. Some grown adults being awful and pushy around famously related minors.

With each adoption, the celebrations had gotten smaller but more precious, the attendees a guard set in place, their names like a chant against hardship and a hymn of thankfulness.

I love this line, but I also think it's wrong now. I think the older Bruce gets, the more firmly he cements the relationships he trusts the most, but also the more he meets people deserving of that trust. Loner, low-key terrified Bruce wouldn't have held a gala to celebrate Dick's appearance. He would have gone full feral shields up. Maybe with Jason he would have given half a thought to expectations and appearances, but with a street kid like Jason, he would've wanted that child shielded from the horrible people in his social circle. And so on and so forth. By now he has his friends, but also his kids' friends, their allies both in domino and out.

Bruce vowed it, down in the deepest part of his heart, the core of him that let him lead a team of aliens and demigods, that made a double life possible and dressing as an armored animal a feasible life choice. A life choice he would not let the baby in his arms emulate.

I too sometimes have a deadpan sense of humor. Shocking, I know.

I take that final line not so much as full self-criticism but an acknowledgement that Bruce's children are all driven to the caped life in the same way he was—by trauma and loss and the need to fix Gotham—and all came to him with that drive already installed. With Helena, being separated from Selina is a trauma, even for an infant, but as is stated throughout the fic, Selina will remain fully present and involved as much as she wishes to be. And Bruce will brave hell and high water and even worse to keep this child from experiencing the kinds of trauma that brought his other children to him and into their other life.

She was already a wonder to him, his little moonbeam, a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a taffeta-heavy party dress with a matching headband.

The bookmark was right. Let this man be a girldad!!!! (I'd briefly considered writing a followup to this, where Cass had to sort complicated emotions about not being the only girl in the house. Never got enough reaction in the early days, though. Something about it or the tags or something attracted a larger than usual contingent of "okay but Bruce is a bad dad" crowd. Bleh.)

He realized he looked like his father, but with airbrushed grey hairs and crow’s feet lines that Thomas Wayne had never had the time to gather. He realized he looked happy.

me @ me: ow????

As stated in the before-cut stats, this ranks decently high in terms of all my fics????? Somehow????????? I can usually get a decent bead on reception just based on how option a fic shows up in my inbox or people reference it on Tumblr or whatever, but this one apparently was a sleeper to only me. Stunned. Bewildered.

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̶Good Bad Habits Run In The Family: Chapter Nine

DPxDC Crossover, Jason Adopts Danny AU

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Danny stuttered a look of shock on his face, staring at Jason with his mouth agape for several seconds before abruptly blurting, “What the hell? You can’t just do that! Holy shit, oh my goodness, you just-” He cut himself off, rubbing his face with both of his hands.

Jason knew that Danny would most likely be shocked by the news, but he was surprised by how strongly the teen reacted. It almost made him waver, to want to reverse revealing himself, which was very personal for him. He knew he couldn’t do that though, and he probably wouldn’t if he could, he wanted Danny to know who he was. Who he really was.

“What? Didn’t expect such a handsome face?” Jason easily teased, putting the domino mask on the counter beside his helmet before leaning an arm on it, trying to appear casual while his head fought with itself. A nagging voice in the back of his head told him that he had made a grave mistake, reminding him of what B had always said about their double lives. Another voice, one that grew much louder as time passed from the part of his life he spent with Bruce, telling him that he was allowed to make exceptions when he felt it necessary. Right now, he found it important that Danny knew who he was, as he wanted the kid to trust him. It would make the helping process a lot easier. Jason really wished he knew how to actually help Danny other than the necessities, but he decided he could figure that out.

Danny sighed, slouching back into the chair he almost felt out of when Jason revealed himself. “I’m sorry,” He said, looking down at the ground, sounding genuinely apologetic. “It’s just that, I can’t believe you trust somebody like me enough to put yourself in such a risk by outing yourself. It’s not something you can do lightly.”

Jason thought how much it sounded like Danny was chidding him, much like one of his family members would. He kept that to himself as his lips pulled down into a frown. “What do you mean by ‘somebody like you’?” Jason asked, and without his helmet, Danny could hear the slight confusion and concern lacing the man’s voice. It was odd how much he could now gather without the voice modulation getting in the way, perhaps it was the main reason the man had it in the first place.

Danny looked Jason in the eye, his own eyes shifting a bit to look at each one of Jason’s. Then he seemed to find what he wanted and looked away again biting his lip. “I’m not entirely normal.”

Jason snorted, and Danny’s gaze snapped up at the man to glare at him. Jason ignored it as he spoke, amusement tracing his words. “Yeah, no shit. I didn’t think you were trying to hide it with the glowing eyes and fangs you had going on.”

“I don’t do that on purpose.” Danny huffed, crossing over his arms, going back to scowling at the counter as red reached his cheeks. Danny was embarrassed to not to have only gotten caught by not one, not two, not even three, but four bats in the month he’s been in Gotham.

“Can you not control it?” Jason asked, his earlier humor not as present as he became more serious. After all, if Danny couldn’t control his powers, it could possibly create a problem. He didn’t believe that the teen would ever do any harm on purpose, but that didn’t mean the teen couldn’t have accidents or make mistakes. It could very well be a factor that Jason would have to account for and possibly form a plan to help with, because Danny couldn’t go around with an unknown power set that he didn’t even know how to use.

Danny thought for a second, before nodding. “Yeah, if I thought about it hard enough. Though, sometimes a few inhuman things leak either due to my emotional state or other factors I can’t actually control.” Jason still felt a little apprehensive, as he didn’t know the extent to what Danny’s powers would do if they could act up according to his emotion. Danny looked at Jason for a second before somehow understanding what the man felt without having to say anything. “Don’t worry, all of that usually only affects my appearance, like the glowing eyes. Though the sharp teeth, which I really do dislike, is a byproduct of my nonhuman part.”

Jason nodded, taking in all of that information with stride, already immune to this kind of bullshit in his daily life. What he did think about was what Danny said at the end. “You said that the longer canines are part of the ‘nonhuman part’ of you. Does that mean you’re also part human?”

Danny winced somewhat, an internal battle waging inside him as he struggled on how to answer that or how much he should let Jason know. Sure, the older boy just showed him something incredibly personal that could let Danny seriously hurt him if he wanted, but that didn’t mean that Danny had to do the same, as he didn’t know how much he should trust Jason. He wanted to trust Jason, but he didn’t know him, he only knew Red Hood. Maybe he could get to know Jason now too.

Realizing that he was taking a bit to answer, Danny suddenly cleared his throat, but instead of speaking simply nodded his head. Jason was glad to be confirmed, as now he knew what he was dealing with. He felt like there was more to it, but he didn’t want to push Danny more than he already has. He felt like it was a miracle that the teen didn’t already run, maybe showing his identity was the right decision after all. “Anything else you’d like me to know?”

Danny frowned, but this time it was thoughtful, and he studied the wall as he racked his brain as to what to say. “Um, I don’t know. You already know what I am, my name, and that I’m not from here. I don’t really think I feel comfortable saying more.”

“That’s alright kid, you don’t have to tell me anything else unless you wanna.” Jason hoped that Danny would become comfortable enough with him that he would tell him more, but right now he couldn’t ask for much. He had a lot he wasn’t going to tell either, so it would be hypocritical of him. “Now, are you gonna take me up on my offer?”

Danny looked back at Jason’s carefree smile, and felt himself relax a bit, he was somewhat surprised to see some hope in the man’s eyes. Now that he could see the man’s eyes he could tell that Jason was actually quite expressive, much more than the helmet or domino allowed. “I don’t think you truly understand what you’re asking.”

“I’m asking you if you want to stay with me in this crummy apartment. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I will find something for you, as you cannot stay on those streets.” Jason sternly said, daring Danny to argue, who couldn’t help but sigh.

“It’s not that, it’s that, I-” Danny’s voice wavered and he took a deep breath to try and open up his throat that was quickly closing. He didn’t know how to explain this without revealing too much, but he wanted to make sure Jason actually wanted to allow him in his life. That Jason wouldn’t regret it. That he himself wouldn’t regret it. “I come with a lot, and it’s not good. I don’t want to put you in any danger.”

Jason snorted, and once again Danny scowled at him. “You mean more danger than I put myself in when I put on a helmet and go out each night kicking ass? I’m used to danger, kid. Don’t worry, I can handle myself.” Danny wanted to argue, say how this was a lot different. This was with an actual government branch funded by taxes and shit. He wanted to warn Jason, to make him see his way, but he didn’t want to tell everything. It was selfish, wasn’t it? He was going to have another person killed because he was arrogant, secretive, scared.

He guesses he will have to tell the man something though. “I’m not worth it, okay? It’s a lot of extra trouble that I can’t put you through. You don’t have to do this, really. I won’t be upset if you can’t take on more baggage.”

Jason was silent for a few seconds, and Danny was too nervous to look back up in fear that what he would see was something he never wanted to see. He didn’t want to see the pity, or the underlying disgusted look he would receive. He had already seen it too much, again would be too much, he couldn’t handle it right now, he didn’t want to.

“Listen to me Danny,” Jason said slowly, his serious but soft tone filling the otherwise silent room. “I’m not doing this because I feel like I have to, I want to. I really do care about you Danny, even if you’re a bit stubborn to realize that sometimes.” Jason teased a little, trying and succeeding in making Danny smile a bit, however small. The man may not be the best at feelings or talking in general, but he understood where Danny was coming from. Afterall, he’s felt it all before.

Danny finally looked at Jason once more, and he was taken back from what he saw. Jason’s eyes looked so genuine, and the smile seemed so kind, it reminded Danny of Jazz somebody he used to know. His eyes watered, and he lifted his hands to wipe at them furiously, he didn’t want to cry right now. Especially in front of Jason, he already had his meltdown of the day earlier. All of his inner thoughts and restraints didn’t help him though, as he broke as soon as Jason pulled him into a hug.

When was the last time he had been hugged, or touched in general without somebody meaning harm? It felt like forever ago, though a lot of his memories were buried so deep they began to feel like they never happened. This touch was warm, and it had a feeling of safety wrapping around him. His brain forced a memory of the last time his father hugged him. His long bulky arms and large stature easily held Danny too, making him feel safe and cared for. He felt an ache in his chest, and he sobbed, hugging Jason back, all of the longing he so desperately pushed down and pretended wasn’t there resurged with a newfound vengeance.

He wanted his a family. He wanted to go back to living in his a home. He wanted to be safe.

Danny knew he must have been filthy, as he’s been on the nasty streets for a week without a shower, and that his tears and snot must be covering the shoulder he buried his face into, but Jason held him regardless. Danny kept crying, and Jason never let go, allowing the poor boy to get it out of his system. He didn’t know what the younger boy went through, but he had a feeling that it was something nobody should ever have to go through, let alone a child. It hurt to see the boy sob uncontrollably, so broken and tired in his arms. He would take care of Danny, to hopefully help put back the pieces that were what made Danny. He knew that even if he did manage to help Danny, he would never be the same, as there would always be a few missing pieces that would have to be remade with something new. He would have to make sure that those new pieces were good.

Danny slowly quit crying, his loud unrestrained sobs dulling to a quiet sniffle as the man released his hold on the boy. Danny seemed so much smaller and tired now, more like a kid than Jason has ever seen him, and he frowned deeply at the sight.

“Can I get a shower?” Danny asked eventually, still swiping at his nose that refused to quit running. “I feel pretty gross right now.”

Jason chuckled a little, standing up and popping his back. “Yeah, you can get a shower. I think I might have some clothes that’ll fit you. Let me grab them for you and you can get a shower.”

Danny nodded, grimacing a bit when he looked at the wet spot on Jason’s shoulder. Jason noticed what he was looking at and peered down himself, turning his head back up to Danny with a shrug. “Don’t worry about it kid, I don’t care.”

Jason left after that, digging through several piles of old clothes he had made to donate to some charities, glad he hadn’t got rid of them yet. He pulled out a pair that he deemed reasonable enough that may or may not fit the teen and walked back to the counter where Danny was now awkwardly standing next to.

Jason threw the clothes, Danny clumsily catching them, clearly caught off guard by the lack of warning. “Here you go, hope they fit you well enough. Though I bet they’ll still be pretty big on a stick like you. I should probably get you some actual clothes and shit tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Danny echoed with surprise, not expecting for Jason to make plans so quickly like that. He hadn’t even said he was staying or not, which at this point, he already knew that answer for himself.

“Yep, unless you somehow have plans for tomorrow.” Jason said, shifting his weight on one leg as he crossed his arms. “Which I know you don’t so you better not argue with me, because I am getting you some damn clothing.”

Without knowing how to reply, part of him confused and the other part of him still disoriented from his earlier crying session, Danny only nodded his head. Jason, pleased with the answer, grinned. “Alright, glad that was so easily settled. The bathroom is just down that hall, the last door on the left. The towels and rags are in the closet, and you can use my soap and shit until we can get your own tomorrow.”

Again, Danny numbly nodded, already becoming more exhausted by the second to properly try to argue with Jason that all of this was unnecessary. That he didn’t need all these things for himself. That he was still planning to leave as soon as he could, or as soon as danger presented itself. After a few more seconds, Danny turned on his heels, slowly as to not unbalance and trip over his own feet, and walked to the bathroom.

He flipped on the lightswitch, placing the bundle of clothes on the sink counter. He shut the door and glanced up, taken back by his own appearance in the mirror that sat on the wall in front of him. His eyes seemed sunken in and dark, his cheeks more hollow then he remembered, his skin paler then when he last cared enough to look at. He looked worse for wear, actually, probably worse than that.

Reaching out a shaky hand he softly touched the mirror, as if he could feel the mere imposter of himself through the cold glass. He jerked his hand back and brought it to his actual face, tracing the light freckles that had become more prominent on his fading skin. His face felt sticky and his hands greasy, but he couldn’t stop himself from peeling back his lip and looking at his teeth. He noticed how the sharp points he loathed had grown, becoming that much more of an annoyance. He feared what they implied.

Resting his hand back to his side and facing away from the mirror he went to the closet and grabbed a very fluffy red towel from inside, with a matching red rag to match. There weren't many options to choose from, as all of them were red. Well, it did make sense, as the Red Hood did own them. Danny couldn’t help but smile a bit from thought, knowing he would probably use this to make fun of the man later.

Putting the towel on the sink next to the clothes, he breathed out heavily, refusing to look at his reflection again. He took the grime covered clothes off, putting them messily in a pile in a corner of the small bathroom. Sliding open the glass door, he slipped into the shower, shutting the door right back. He slowly turned on the faucet handle, though was immediately blasted with cold water anyways, causing him to flinch backwards before ducking under the freezing stream of water and closer to the wall with the handle. He adjusted the water until it was warm enough that he could stand under it without his breath being forced into his lungs but cool enough that his own internal body temperature wasn’t changed too much.

It turned out that being part ghost meant that he was more sensitive to drastic temperature changes. Although, it was odd that he appeared to be more resistant to heat than the cold, which did make more sense when he learned that his new normal body temperature was below that of a normal human. Being a halfa really did have its fair amount of mystery and struggle.

After sitting under the water for a few minutes, savoring the feeling of the constant water dripping soothingly onto his skin, he began to actually wash his body and his hair. As refreshing as it was to clean off all the collected dirt and grime off of him, he stepped out as soon as he felt like he had gotten it all off. He didn’t want to stay in the shower and use the water more than he had to, feeling like he would be wasting it at that point.

Using the towel to dry himself and his hair, he ran his hand through his hair, satisfied at how it felt fluffy once again, even with the dampness of it. Putting on the borrowed clothes, he did take notice of how they were about two sizes too big, causing him to have to tie the strings on the sweatpants as tight as they would go. The shirt, which was a deep blue, almost seemed to swallow him, reaching his knees. Maybe he would need clothes after all.

He wished he could have packed before he left.

It didn’t matter for right now though, as he hugged his small frame and snuggled into himself, smiling from how the air remained warm in the bathroom. He took a large inhale, his lungs becoming filled with the air as he had a wave of calmness pass over him. The smell of soap and lavender wafted into the hall as he eventually gathered himself to leave the comforts of the small bathroom. Walking back down the hall, he noticed that Jason was in one of the rooms to the right at the end of the short hallway.

Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he peaked in from the crack of the door, finding that Jason was currently setting blankets on a blown up air mattress. The same one he used when he stayed at the warehouse.

“You going to come in or stare creepily from the crack of the door?” Jason asked, glancing back for only a second before standing up back on his feet from where he was fixing the makeshift bed. Danny opened the door more, stepping slightly into the room, barely passing the threshold. “I know this isn’t really a bed, but I think it should be fine for now, until I can get you an actual mattress anyways. Sound good?”

“It’s more than enough. Thank you.” Danny said quietly, mumbling the last part as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He was never good at knowing what to do or say when others did something nice for him. It was almost overwhelming at times, and with him so tired right now it wasn’t helping.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just get some sleep. You look like you’ll fall over dead any second.” Jason joked, and Danny grinned from the small inside joke that the man didn’t know he just made. It was something that Sam and Tucker joked about all the time.

“Okay, Mister ‘I stay up all night fighting crime with a red bucket’.” Danny teased back, going to the blow up mattress and flopping unceremoniously on it. He lazily lifted one hand and waved dismissively. “Make sure you turn off the light when you leave.”

“Seems like somebody is becoming comfortable already.” Jason playfully jabbed, walking to the door before turning around, placing a hand on the light switch. He hesitated for a second, making Danny somewhat worried about what he may say, before the man made up his mind and spoke. “Goodnight brat, get some fucking sleep so you’ll be ready for the shopping trip tomorrow.”

Oh yeah, Jason was dragging him shopping the next day, Danny was a little anxious about that. He tried not to show it as he titled his head to look at Jason. “Goodnight old man.”

There was a small offended scoff before the light was off. “I am not old.” Jason gruffly huffed, and before Danny could come up with a smart retort to that the man shut the door. A small laugh, which was more of a huff of air than anything escaped Danny and he pulled the covers over him the rest of the way. He curled into the bundle of blankets and wrapped his arms around himself, soon becoming comfortable.

He had missed sleeping on something other than whatever random abandoned spot he could find, usually being the dirty floor of some collapsing building. He was warm and safe and for the moment everything really did feel like it would be okay. He wanted to stay like this forever, but he knew he couldn’t, so he may as well enjoy it now.

Danny slept the best he had in weeks that night, without the fear of somebody finding him for once. Jason let him sleep for however long the poor teen wanted, as he knew how exhausted the other must have been. Life on the streets was not easy, even for somebody with superpowers. He wished he could have done something sooner, took the teen with him instead of letting him go into the dark streets of Gotham. Maybe he should have, but he couldn’t go back and change it, so he would only have to help Danny however he can now. Starting with getting the boy some clothing that fits and other essentials. It was all he knew what to do at that moment, as he’s never taken care of another person before, let alone a teenager. He didn’t even know if he was responsible and old enough to take care of a kid, as he still had plenty of problems himself.

This would be a learning process indeed, hopefully Danny was willing to learn along with him.

Jason was sitting in the living room at the moment, trying to read a book, but was struggling as thoughts plagued his mind. He put the book down when he heard the door creak open, watching Danny slowly creep into the living room rubbing his eyes. Jason never thought about Danny’s eyes too much, but a quick fleeting thought about how he was taking after the old man and his habit of adopting children with black hair and blue eyes. He mentally chased that thought away, not wanting to be compared to Bruce in any way.

“Good morning walking zombie, what do you want for breakfast?” Jason asked, noticing how Danny stopped midway of a yawn and lazily looked at Jason.

“Obviously brains if I’m a zombie.” Danny responded, watching Jason as he headed towards the kitchen.

“Har har, very funny brat.” He said, playfully nudging the teen’s shoulder as he passed. “So, do eggs and toast sound good?”

“Do I have to eat toast?” Danny asked, somewhat quietly, becoming shy once more.

“Nah I’m just going to shove it down your throat.” Jason answered sarcastically, before softening his features. “Of course you don’t have to eat anything you don’t want to. I’m not going to force you to do anything. How about an egg and a bowl oatmeal? That sound better?”

Danny hummed with a nod of his head, and Jason began getting the oats out along with a pan. It took around half an hour but soon breakfast was done and they were both sitting back down at the counter eating. Danny mumbled another appreciative word before eating his own food, shoving it into his mouth much slower than he did the night before.

As they sat there in comfortable silence, Jason believed that he could probably get used to this. It wasn’t bad, having somebody else in his apartment. He realized he liked having Danny around, that he truly got attached to the kid those weeks ago, which he had already figured out way earlier.

After breakfast Jason got dressed into his usual civilian clothes, consisting of a t-shirt with a leather jacket thrown over top, jeans, and combat boots. Danny couldn’t change and instead went out like he was, not minding the oversized clothes as he had been wearing them for most of the time he was on the streets, having kept the man’s clothes then. He only hoped that nobody he had talked to during that time would recognize him, as they would probably question why he was tailing behind Jason. Which he doubted anybody would, as he hardly talked at all during his time on the streets alone.

Jason ended up dragging Danny through a multitude of stores, allowing Danny to pick out whatever he liked. When the man realized that the teen was having trouble even looking at the clothing, Jason had begun picking some out and telling Danny to not worry about the price and just how much he liked it. When Danny tried to argue, Jason quickly brought up how he was well off, being a crime lord and all. That seemed to work as the teen had started picking out clothing after that, trying out a lot of it and showing it off to Jason who put his own input.

It soon spiraled into more of a dress-up game where Jason would make an outfit for Danny to wear. Then the teen would walk out like in the pageants and both of them would rate the outfit out of ten. It resulted in quite a few laughs from the more ridiculous outfits and some new clothes for Danny to wear. Which was a win-win in Jason’s book.

After gathering several bags of clothes they grabbed the rest of what Danny would need for the time he was going to stay with Jason. Danny once again tried to argue, to tell the man that he wasn’t planning on being around for long, but Jason was quick to silence all of the boy’s worries. In the end they got Danny his own soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, a comb for his wild hair, and other things he needed. They took it back and sorted the items out, putting the clothes in Danny’s closet in his new room. When Danny heard that he was going to have his own room, he almost cried again, but stopped himself before he could, holding back his emotions tears.

Done dealing with all of that, it was close to lunchtime, Jason deciding that he would take Danny to a diner for lunch instead of staying home. He ended up bringing him to one of his favorite diners, a small old style restaurant with the red booths and round tables. He didn’t expect Danny to stand at the door and look around with a glaze of something unidentifiable in his eyes, which seemed to be quickly turning into tears.

Jason immediately tried to ask what was wrong but then Danny shook his head and gave the man a watery smile, reassuring that he would be fine. The man didn’t know what could have caused the reaction, but he didn’t press any further and instead guided the teen to a table for the two.

Being a regular at the diner, the waitress walked up with a friendly smile, asking how Jason was doing before realizing he didn’t come alone.

“Aw! Who’s this cute kiddy?” The girl, Amy, asked, grinning and cooed a bit when Danny bashfully tried to cover his reddening face.

Jason laughed and Danny had glared at the man through his hands, causing more laughter. “Meet Danny, he’s staying with me.” He explained, taking the single menu the girl had grabbed, laying it in front of Danny as he already knew what he wanted. “Don’t be fooled by his shy act, he’s actually pretty snarky when you get to know him.”

“This kid? Snarky? He looks too adorable to be mean.” Amy continued to tease, before straightening up, holding out her notepad and pen. “So, what would you two gentlemen like to drink?”

“I’ll just take a sweet tea, without the lemon.” Jason easily ordered, the girl nodding as she wrote it down.

Amy turned her attention back to Danny, smiling more gently. “And what about you kiddo?”

Danny finally mustered up the courage to look the waitress in the eye. “I’d also like a sweet tea, though I would like a lemon with. Please.” Danny added the last part hurriedly, going back to glaring at the menu on the table with rising embarrassment.

Amy giggled a bit, before waving at Jason and leaving to go get their drinks. When she came back Jason and Danny ordered their food. Both of them enjoyed the greasy food with laughs and easy conversation. Jason was pleased to see how much Danny was beginning to open up and be himself around him, even if he was still wary around others. It was a step forward.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door jingle, which wasn’t anything unusual as people walked in and out quite regularly from the diner, but Danny had stopped mid sentence and perked up. He twisted his head with a surprising amount of speed to the door, which was a few tables behind him, and Jason followed his movement. Jason was surprised to see Dick and Tim there, the older of the two looking around while the younger one scrolled aimlessly on his phone.

Jason groaned and slid in his seat, a hand over his face. Why were they here? Actually, the more important question. Why the hell did Danny act like that? He didn’t do that for everybody else who entered and left, but as soon as Dick and Tim did he turned around like he knew they were coming. The teen could apparently sense others from Duke’s report, so maybe he had recognized one of their auras or some shit? Dick hadn’t been in Gotham for a while though, so that must mean he had already met Tim, and he had a feeling that it wasn’t when the teen was in his civilian clothes.

Great, now he had to try and explain to the bats that the superhuman teen they were tracking knows their identities and also try to make sure Danny doesn’t run away simultaneously.

Dick spotted Jason and called out the man, making said man slink further into his seat while rubbing his face. Just as soon as he thought his outing with Danny was going so well too. The teen looked like he was about to bounce any second, watching Tim with rapt attention, like the teen was going to pounce at him at any moment. Jason wondered if Tim already did, because if so, he was going to kick his ass.

“Jaybird, I knew you would be here-” He cut himself off as he finally saw the other boy sitting with him, who was on the edge of his seat still watching Tim. Tim was now also staring at Danny with wide eyes, seeming to already recognize the teen. Jason narrowed his eyes at Tim, becoming suspicious of how much he already knew. Did he somehow slip up and didn’t catch Tim following him around again? He was for sure going to kick the teen’s ass, no matter how much Dick would try to hold him back.

“Oh, who’s this?” Dick said, slipping a charming smile directed to Danny. Danny didn’t respond though, still in an intense staring match with Tim. The air grew awkward as the two others sat there like outsiders to whatever was happening between the two teens.

Jason cleared his throat, Dick’s attention going to him. “This is Danny.” His eyes flickered to Tim, watching as Tim tried not to flinch. “He’s going to be staying with me.”

Dick, not oblivious to the tension hanging between the three others, nodded before stepping back. “Well, we’ll get out of your hair now. Just wanted to let you know that Alfred is expecting you this weekend for supper, and he said that he already made preparations for another person, I guess this is him?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he’ll want to come though.” Jason answered even though he knew he never told Alfred about Danny, still glaring at Tim who was shuffling uncomfortably from the two pairs of eyes on him.

Dick only nodded, not wanting to address what was going on in fear it would cause a fight of some sort. “I’ll make sure to tell Alfred that.” With that Dick left, dragging Tim with him, who scurried right behind not wanting to be in the diner any longer.

As soon as they left Danny’s head whipped around to Jason, a disbelieving look on his face. “You’re related to Red Robin?” He said harshly in a whispered tone, and Jason groaned again, knowing he had a lot to explain now. On both parties. This should be fun.

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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch. 20

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

Part 20!

Info:

DC timeline is fucked, I’m going with the “Batman know most ids but hasn’t revealed himself yet” and a use of the ol’ canon “Brucie Wayne is That Famous(™)" and known as being a serial adopter.

As for how Deadman knows things: Rama pulled a favor with clockwork to let Deadman mature as a ghost/learn about important zone information & culture before yeeting him back to the living world with no time lost bc balance reasons.

He doesn’t know everything about the zone - he’d be garbage at finding his way around and he doesn’t really know anybody - but he knows customs and he knows about halfas bc all info about the Ghost King was High Priority Know This Or Don’t At Your Own Risk (the risk is that will turn u into a . He basically spent a subjective decade practicing his powers or reading books on ‘how to ghost’ next to Rama. He never has to go back to the realm to ‘recharge’ because Rama just kinda beams him what he needs to keep going.

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“Well,” Constantine starts as he - ‘Finally,’ Bruce thinks - steps up to the table, evidently finished examining the scene, “I can tell you why we couldn’t find shit wrong in Gotham.”

“Elaborate,” Bru- Batman - he has to be Batman, now, has to be calm and think if he wants to get Jason back - demands.

“Don’t get your cape in a twist, Dadman, I’m getting there.” Constantine rolls his eyes, taking a seat.

“There’s a reason I don’t visit Gotham if I can help it - other than its stellar reputation and your renowned hospitality to outsiders.”

His amused snort very quickly transitions to a grimace.

“Gotham’s got the magical equivalent of background radiation. Real uncomfortable stuff. Feels like walking in the world’s biggest graveyard. And that-” he jabs a thumb over his shoulder “-feels just like it.”

“You’re saying he’s being kept somewhere in Gotham?” Red Robin perks up, voice hopeful and doubtful at once.

“No,” Constantine shoots down. “I’m saying whatever little fairy theory the kid had going was wrong, the fae haven’t lived in hell for centuries now. Even if it were them, pocket dimensions don’t actually work like that.”

“Wherever that portal led to reeks of death-” the Gotham heroes all tense at this, the others shooting them tentative looks of concern as Constantine steamrolls on “-and Gotham is exactly enough of a cesspit to have covered up the stink of it before. If it weren't for him being treated relatively well there, I woulda guessed he’d been dragged to hell. Dunno much about heaven - obviously - but I’ve never heard of them having escapees.”

“Obviously not,” Robin snaps, standing. “Red Hood is not dead, he was just here. We were able to see and interact with him, without any need for your tricks. Now can you tell us what it is, or do you just intend to sit there and list off all of the things that it is not?”

Beside him, a brace of batarangs appears in Black Bat’s hand, fanned out threateningly.

“Black Bat, Robin, that’s enough.” Batman commands, voice leaving no room for argument.

“He didn’t have a pulse.”

All eyes snap to Oracle, whose voice is only barely heard thanks to the silence following Batman’s words.

“That doesn’t mean anything!” Red Robin insists. “Superman and Martian Manhunter don’t always have a detectable pulse! We already know Hood is…different now. But that doesn’t mean he’s dead! Some kind of magic or advanced tech could’ve-”

“You think I don’t know that?” Oracle demands softly. “I don’t want him to be dead either, but lying to ourselves will just make things harder. We need to know the truth if we’re going to get him back, whether we like that truth or not.”

Constantine allows a few seconds of somber silence before opening his mouth to break it, but is cut off by the door slamming open.

“I’m here,” Shazam says, rushing to his seat, “What’s going on?”

“One second,” Constantine interjects, “Deadman is here too. Let me just….”

Deadman pops into visibility over the table.

In lieu of re-explaining, they play back the relevant recordings - Batman had started them the moment he sat down, just in case.

There were only perhaps 15 minutes of relevant video, including the explanation, the re-kidnapping, and what little Constantine had told them - they’d spent much of the time Jason had been present getting details, brainstorming potential counter-strategies, and just generally killing time in the hopes that the clock would run out and everything would be fine.

“And that’s everything we have so far,” Batman says as he pauses the video - no need to replay the argument. “Thoughts?”

“Well, Conny’s right that they ain’t fairies. You’re not gonna like the answer, though.” Deadman starts, ignoring Constantine’s glare.

“If you have answers we want to hear them, whether we like them or not.” Batman insists, trying to reign in the fragile hope trying to bloom in his chest in favor of bracing himself.

“That portal led to the Infinite Realms - more commonly called ‘The Ghost Zone.’ As the name implies, it’s infinite and - whaddaya know - full of the dead.”

“Then Red Hood is…what? In heaven? Limbo?” Batman’s mind races; was it even possible to steal him back? Had they just…been allowed a final goodbye?

“Nah,” Deadman says, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Heaven, Hell, Purgatory - those places might be all Constantine has interacted with, but you gotta remember that I talk to Rama. Avatar of Vishnu? Yeah. The afterlife is a lot more complicated than most people think; fact of the matter is, all the afterlives people have believed in over the ages exist, and they all sit neatly in their own little slices of the Realms.”

Deadman floats to sit cross-legged at the head of the table.

“The only reason portals to hell and other locations in the Realms look different is because the local deity and/or devil makes them so, but much of the Zone is ungoverned by any specific deities or devils, so if you just open a portal to a random location, odds are it’s gonna be the green swirly.”

“So he is dead,” Signal concludes mournfully.

“Not necessarily. Kid said he got pulled through a portal to some kind of medical center, right? And his body was completely normal until one day he woke up looking different. And you lot didn’t find a body anywhere?”

“No,” Batman answered, “All we could find was the residue from the portal.”

“Well, if he’d up and died he shoulda left a body behind; it woulda been dumped back out by now - somewhere obvious, too, ghosts are big on proper burials. So unless someone managed to vaporize him, odds are he’s not fully dead, but he’s definitely at least a little dead.”

Robin scoffs, “‘A little dead.’ Do you hear yourself? Either he is dead or he is alive, there is no in between for that kind of thing.”

Deadman merely snorts.

“Says the liminal.”

Robin frowns.

“Liminal?” Robin, Batman, and Constantine all chorus.

“I thought that was just Gotham being possessive,” Constantine continues with a raised brow, turning an appraising eye on the batfamily.

“No,” Deadman answers, “All of you bats and birds are liminal - some more than others. Just a little changed, just a little touched by death. With any luck, the missing kid’s case is just a bit more severe. But we can talk more about that later. Back to the kid.”

And they will get to it later. Jason is their priority now, but if something is going on with his kids Bruce intends to know about it.

Deadman pauses to take an unneeded breath.

“I’m gonna be real with you - and Batman, don’t freak out - but it sounds to me like he’s been ghost adopted.”

A beat.

“Excuse me?”

Deadman waits for the litany of ‘what the hell’s and ‘ghost adopted???’s and ‘he already has a family!’s to die down.

The non-Gotham members of the League remain quietly confused - hoping this means things can be resolved peacefully while privately wondering if the bats and birds really would turn out to be some kind of self-unaware cryptids.

“Okay. Ghosts form when enough ectoplasm and ectoenergy - which you can think of as basically the carbon and electricity of the Zone, I guess, at least in this context - are present at the death of a being experiencing strong emotions. In the absence of that perfect mixture, a shade - just a soul with no real power - is formed, only able to become a proper ghost and form a core if brought to the Infinite Realms-”

“A core?” Batman asks.

“Ghost brains, basically. Anyway, ghosts can also form if there’s enough ectoplasm and energy in one place, either from the zone itself - known as neverborns - or from strong enough ghosts intentionally forming them - known as naturalborns. Now, ghost families don’t work the same as living families do. Ghost families form from a sort of ‘dibs’ system-”

“Dibs?” comes Flash’s incredulous voice.

“I’m gettin’ there,” Deadman sighed at the second interruption. “As I was sayin’. Regardless’a how, once a core is formed the new ghost is considered a baby ghost. It isn’t really a one-and-done process. Sure, once you’ve got a core you’ve got a ghost now, but not a mature one. Cores have to grow until they reach a stable size and energy level - usually marked by natural power acquisition settling down and ectoplasm fluctuations stabilizing. How long it takes depends on the quality and quantity of ectoplasm and ectoenergy available - the shortest known time was just under 5 years, longest was a few hundred, I think? Average is a decade or two.

This is relevant,” Deadman emphasizes for those who are visibly growing impatient, “For two reasons.”

“Firstly,” he holds up a finger, “The ecto a ghost takes in while maturing has an impact on how it develops, the powers it ends up with naturally. Everything in the zone is made of ectoplasm, and ghosts both take it in and echo out the excess - like plants, kinda. Maybe.

So if a baby ghost is around, say, a fire ghost a lot of the time it’ll probably end up with fire powers of its own. Assuming it was early enough and their core wasn’t already leaning towards ice or something. A stronger ghost parent also means faster growth.

Now, the Infinite Realms are infinite. People can’t always find each other, some people die at different times, some people return to the cycle before their loved ones die, some are neverborns, etc. Most sapient beings want friends and family, it’s just how it goes. So ghosts sometimes just kinda. Dibs each other.

Multiple dibs’ are pretty abnormal; baby ghosts aren’t actual babies in the human sense of the word. They don’t just pick a parent and stay there all the time while they’re waiting to mature. There’s generally that first few week-to-month period where they’ll stay put with whoever dibses them first for safety until the basics settle in, but after that? Ghosts explore, and dibs occur, and lots of newbies end up with something like a dozen parents and however many siblings-in-dibs.

Secondly,” another finger joins the first in a peace sign, “And what I suspect - and hope - is that while souls can fail to form cores and become shades, the opposite is also possible; a living being can become liminal enough to form a core. Making dibsing pretty much inevitable - no decent ghost is going to leave a baby seemingly stranded in the living world to starve into nonexistence. Gotham might have enough polluting the place, but it’s pretty much all rancid so that would’ve made them even more eager to get the kid outta there.”

“So what you’re saying,” Red Robin drawls, “Is that he’s dead-but-not-really and is only missing because a dead-for-sure person took one look at him, went ‘that’s baby,’ and pulled a Bruce Wayne?”

“Pretty much.”

“Even if it wasn’t intended to be malicious it’s still a kidnapping,” Batman says.

“Well, Wulf did offer to let the kid bring guests back with him-”

“What!?” Everyone choruses.

“Yeah, though given the whole fae-kidnapping assumption I think the kid took it as a threat, but he asked the kid how many of you he wanted to bring as guests. He said none, so Wulf said do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars." Deadman said casually, as if that wasn't a heartbreaking bombshell to drop.

"Anyway, point is, if this really is just one big misunderstanding then you can go talk it out. Ghostspeak isn’t really living-friendly and the living language he did know clearly didn’t help. Lucky you, I can translate. And the Realms are a human-safe environment. Well, the air is breathable at least.”

"Human-safe my ass," Constantine spits. "If the demons I deal with dwell in one little slice I don't even wanna think about the kind of nightmares strolling around the rest of the place."

"We're not leaving Red Hood in there."

The Gotham heroes' words leave no room for argument.

They get down to planning.

***

Fun Fact:

Ghosts do change their names because of the whole ‘holds power’ thing - not in a mind control way, but in an emotional way. If someone can dig up how you died they’re probably gonna say something insensitive. Case in point: people on ghost shows being like “hey *ghost name* we heard *insert horrible thing here* happened to you. Is that true?” Rude. You’re a complete stranger.

Anyway here’re the ghost names.

The trio had been dating for over a year when Sam & Tucker died and it was a very stable relationship. They’d been planning out their future together by that point, down to details like where to live so all of their work would overlap, how to manage Danny’s lack of aging (aka moving frequency), etc. When they brought up thinking of ghost names Danny - distracted - immediately just said, “Well you could just go by Phantom now since you will be in another year or two anyway.” He’s incredibly embarrassed when he realizes what he’s just said, but they’re all happy and engaged by the end of the day. (They tease him mercilessly about that being the world's smoothest yet most clueless proposal ever for the next 10 years)

Jazz & Spike Spook were already mentioned in canon with their sense of humor being explained (you’d think the joke would get old after 40 years, it hasn’t. Not when Danny still pouts when he hears Spike’s full name)

Jack was really excited to help fight ghosts as a ghost to protect Danny (he’s really proud of his baby boy growing up and becoming a king via fighting ghosts). He dies before Maddie and calls himself Jack Specter “after the specter deflector, because I be deflecting [your enemies implied here]” (Danny had to go lie down after hearing this sentence [Jazz’s sense of humor came from somewhere and that somewhere is Jack Fenton. Jack Fenton’s knowledge of ‘hip phrases’ comes from Jazz and Jazz’s sense of humor, also known as brother-torture or simply ‘betrayal’ as Danny claims]). Maddie likes that it fits the family name theme and calls back to one of their inventions (& wants to match her husband).

Dani stay a Phantom, ofc, and is formally ghost-adopted by Danny after he tells his parents everything (his parents formally human-adopt her so she has a stable human-world home if she want it, but she calls them Gran and Gramps as a joke that becomes sincere over time)

Wes goes by Wes Wraith because it’s close to wrath and he is fully and consistently angry about fenton=phantom and also a slight edgelord.

Ida Mason is also a ghost. She simply goes by ‘Wilda’ now (pronounced like wild-uh) and looks shockingly like Ember if she was an adult. And her hair wasn’t made of fire. And also went more pink than blue. So barely like Ember at all lol. She died in the middle of trying to finish knitting a scarf and now her obsession is knitting. She knitted a moped. She knitted a house. Home girl knitted herself an entire island and has not stopped.

The Manson parents have a little door-realm connected to their house in the living realm (like Poindexter with the school) and spend their time pretending everything is normal (like how Poindexter was stuck in the bullying loop but just. Reading the same newspaper/remaking the same dress, watching the same shows/etc).

The Foley parents were perhaps the most normal people on the show.

When Sam and Tucker died, the only ones who knew what happened were them and Danny - even Jazz didn’t get an explanation until she & the Fenton parents followed them into the ghost zone to find out what was going on - so the police were left to draw their own conclusions.

The GIW had already proven themselves to be reprehensible and overly willing to step on anyone who got in their way. The tech the police found was a collab between Dalv Co & the GIW and with Vlad’s disappearance and the GIW’s emotionless denial no one ever gets prosecuted for Sam & Tucker’s deaths (Vlad has a warrant out for him & the Mansons try to drag the GIW to court but it never goes anywhere).

The Foleys switch job tracks to take down the GIW/the Anti-Ecto Acts/any other asshole ghost hunters they can find. The Fentons are only exempt because they tell them what happened, explain how their stance on ghosts changed when they found out about Danny, and help the Foleys on their journey.

As ghosts Angela is obsessed with Justice & takes the name Justitia and Maurice is obsessed with ethics (bc if the GIW had any they wouldn’t have made weapons like that in the first place. Literal animals had more rights than ghosts at the point despite them being provably sapient) & takes the name Ethos. (They keep Foley as their last names tho). Yes, Danny does royal-decree them into being Walker’s oversight. Pretty much everyone is a fan of that. Except for the observants, who complain about everything but especially about how much Ethos & Justitia argue with them (what is the ‘greater good’ does not often match up with what is right. Especially when their idea of greater good is ‘eliminate problem via murder or core-crushing before it can become one’ instead of literally anything else).

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Ghosts from the past Chapter 4

Jazz blushes as Danny's harsh language. "Jason?" Bruce asks as Jazz fiddles with her hair for a moment. "Danny is Jason's biological little brother." Jazz starts as she takes a deep breath. "Danny got adopted by my parents, the Fenton's, at age four, when Danny was 14, my parents built a portal into another dimension called the ghost zone, cause they're ghost hunters. However it, it didn't work. So Danny, being the brilliant idiot he is, walked into it. The portal turned him half ghost. A year later he decided to tell the Fentons." Jazz says as everything falls out of her mouth. "They, god, they nearly killed him all the way. Even told the GIW, the government's secret ghost ward, that under the echo acts can do whatever they need to do to Ecto-Entities. When I was on a weekend visit I figured it out and got Danny out of there, and then the god of time de-aged Danny to protect him and we moved to Gotham." Jazz says, tears falling down her cheeks. "But why is this legal?" Tim asks as jazz wipes her face. "The anti-Ecto Acts, they say ghosts aren't sentient beings, that they're just leftover human emotion mixed with ectoplasm, but that's simply not true. They have their own dimension, their own laws, and ruler, and they are sentient beings." Jazz says as the bats and birds seem to get angry on the two new friends' behalf. "Jazz, in order to take this to the justice league, I need to meet this ruler and have a sit down with them, so we can begin diplomatic proceedings," Bruce says as Jazz lets out a gargled laugh. "I just sent him away with your kid." Jazz says as Bruce nods. "I see, so, let me get this right, the government believes these ghosts aren't sentient and have thusly experimented on the ruler of another dimension." Bruce says as jazz nods "Yes, sir, that is correct." Jazz says as she hears Danny giggle. "And said ruler is a child." Bruce says as Jazz sucks in a breath. "That's where it gets complicated. While Danny may look like a four-year-old, in reality he is 16, ad sometimes he'll remember that, and other times he truly is a little child." Jazz says, as Bruce nods. "How old was he when they did their experimentations?" Bruce asks. "15, he had just turned 15." Jazz whispers, as someone hands her a tissue. "This is going to be a long process, Jasmine, but I promise, we will get you and Danny justice," Bruce says as Jazz starts full on crying now.

"Billy he's a kid!" Jon says as the four teenagers gather around the four-year-old. "I'm a King!" Danny says proudly as he yawns. "Yeah, yeah, king of the ghosts." Collin says, as they play video games. Danny was beating them at every game they played, how, no one knew, and Danny refused to tell them. "I'm bored." Danny whines after the 13 round of Mario kart. "I think it may be your bed time, Danny." Jason says in the doorway. "JJ!" The little one screams, as he runs towards his brother. "JJ, I not tiwed." Danny says as Jason picks him up. "Thank you guys for watching him for a bit." Jason says as the boys nods

"JJ, I 'on't want to go to bed!" Danny whines as Jason carries downstairs to Jazz. "Jazz!" Danny says, as Jazz smiles. "Danny, you should be asleep." Jazz says, making Danny frown. "Noooo!" He whines, wiggling until Jason lets him go. "Gotta catch me first." Danny says, going invisible as Jazz groans. "Danny, no powers!" Jazz chastises as Tim looks down at his legs. "Danny?" He asks, as his shoes get tied together and he gets pushed into Jazz. "Sorry, Tim." Jazz says, righting the boy as she tries to follow Danny. "Mister danny, I have cookies." Alfred says,as the tired little boy shows himself besides Alfred. "Cookies?" Danny asks, as Jazz sighs. "Thank god for Alfred." Jazz whispers, making Jason laugh.

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Hi everyone! Sorry for the wait! My grandfather passed right before Christmas and I got suspended from college, so I wasn’t really wanting to do anything. But I’m doing better now and so I’m trying to write some more! Sorry this one’s short

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The Jason Todd Anomaly

Chapter 4: I’ll Buy Breakfast

Pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

Fandom: Red Hood

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason is curious about Y/N and keeps an eye on her at the gym

Chapter 3, Chapter 2, Chapter 1

This was the fourth day in a row that Jason found himself at the gym with Y/N. He had moved his training time, wanting to keep an eye on her and what exactly she was doing at his gym everyday. He suspected she might be that idiot masquerading as a vigilante but so far she wasn't giving any tells. He was off training by himself, lifting weights, using the speed bag, but still watching as Y/N trained with Marco. Once she was coming to use the weights he would bounce, not wanting to actually talk to her. He couldn't figure her out all the way. He had looked her up, she wasn't anything super special, she was born in Gotham, lived in a decent neighborhood, was in college before everything went to shit. Now she worked at the GCPD as a record keeper and the chief's assistant, and trained a lot. Other than that he couldn't find anything about her that was suspicious. His next step was to go to her apartment, search around and see what he could find.

But for now, he was working the speed bag while Y/N stretched in the ring, waiting for Marco. When he came out of his office he called out to Jason, walking beside the ring, his arm in a sling. Jason walked over, already not liking this. Y/N looked between the men, standing straight up again.

"Can you get in there and help out Y/N today? Obviously I can't hold the pads for drills and since I got shot I need to go to the police station and fill out paperwork," he said. Jason scowled a little but Marco just stared at him expectantly. Jason finally grunted and nodded, clearly annoyed but he couldn't argue with Marco. The man had been around forever and he respected the man, so he climbed into the ring. "Thanks man, I'll be back in awhile, lock up when you guys leave." He headed out the door and Jason grabbed the pads.

"You all ready to start?" he asked, sounding bored. Y/N nodded and put on her gloves as Jason held up the pads for crossover drills, left, right, duck, just like Marco had showed him. "So why are you here all the time?"

"I...got mugged...cut pretty bad...wanted to...protect myself..." she answered, throwing her punches as she went. She stopped for just a moment, showing him a scar along her bicep. "Took 150 stitches and a lot of rehab to get me going again." Jason nodded.

"I have one like that" he said, turning his calf to show her a scar that looked similar to hers. "150 stitches as well." He held up the pads again for her to keep running drills. "Do you live here or the safe zone?" He didn't know why he was making conversation with her. He knew all this, he could just do this in silence, but he was curious, maybe she would drop some information for him, give him a sign of her being Anomaly.

"I live in the Safe Zone, this just happens to be the only gym I like, we only have the GCPD gym and it sucks" she said. "What about you? You still live in the Wayne building?" He shook his head. "Why not? Its in Two Faces territory but I'm sure you guys could afford to pay his tolls."

"None of us live there, or want to live there. I don't know about the others but I don't personally like living where Bruce supposedly raised us" he said. He tossed the pads and put on some gear to do some sparring. Y/N wiped her head with a towel, taking a sip of water. She was watching him curiously.

"Supposedly raised you? Didn't he adopt you?" she asked. He nodded slowly before shrugging.

"I was the second kid, and a troublemaker on top of that. Dick was the one who listened, Tim was always quiet, stayed out of the way, and Damian was Bruce's actual kid and an absolute fucking troll. Plus, Bruce is not a great dad, I think he only adopted us for the clout" he said. Y/N cocked her head to the side as he got into position. She seemed to decide against saying anything and they started sparring. She was good, using her weight and muscle to slow down his speed. They sparred pretty hard for awhile before sitting and removing the headgear. Y/N took a drink before tossing Jason her water. He drank and splashed some on his hair.

"So sounds like you rejected that silver spoon life" she said. "Privilege not your thing?" He shrugged.

"I wanted to be more than just some rich guys charity case" he said. "He wanted us to be little soldiers of good, show off how great he was, I couldn't do that." He rubbed a hand through his hair. This was all true, he just left out the fact that Bruce did train them to be good little soldiers. Jason just wasn't a good man. "What about you? You got mugged, decided to train up to be what?"

"I just was tired of being afraid, tired of people bullying me" she said. "I mean, you've noticed I am not stereotypical in my appearance, I've always been bullied and I'm just, so tired of it. So I won't be bullied again, not by kids at school, and not by random muggers trying to steal my wallet." She looked over at Jason. "Are you hungry?"

"Um, ya actually," he said. She nodded and stood, offering him her hand. He took it and stood, starting to untape his hands. "We could go to the diner? Meet at the door in 20 minutes?" She nodded and headed to the locker room.

Jason waited for a minute at the door, now dressed in his jeans and white tshirt, leather jacket over his arm as he checked him phone. He glanced up when Y/N came out of the locker room, dressed in jeans and long sleeved shirt, her hair down and flowing down to just below her chest. He couldn't lie, she was pretty, very pretty. And...what was he thinking? He shook himself and pushed open the door for her.

"Thanks, um I'm buying breakfast," she said, heading out the door. She waited for Jason to lock up, watching him slide on the leather jacket. Damn, he was annoying but he was also super hot, and for a second she imagined what it would be like to have those arms around her but then she dropped the thought. He finished locking up and motioned for her to continue.

"I'm the one with the neverending money stream, I'll buy breakfast," he said. She shrugged and nodded. Sure, let the rich kid pick up breakfast. She didn't know where this seeming friendly rapport was coming from, they had been at each others throats just last week, but she didn't hate it. He was a pretty good trainer and when she talked he actually seemed to listen to her. She heard his phone go off and he answered, frowning and hanging up rather quick.

"Everything ok?" she asked. He quickly put a mask of content on his face and nodded.

"Ya, I think it was a wrong number, no one was there" he said. She knew he was lying but who was she to question him? If he wanted to keep something private she would let him. "Anyway, why didn't you just leave Gotham? I know there's ways to get out of the city."

"I grew up here, I mean, we all saw Batman and now the Robins, they make everyone think they can be safe here. Although the only one who seems to actually to have done anything is Red Hood, if I was going to pick any of them I would probably put him in charge," she said. Red Hood was annoying when he was getting in her way but in the grand scheme of things he was the one actually making a permanent change, not just putting a bandaid on the situation in the city. She looked at Jason and saw he looked surprised as he held the diner door open for her. "What?"

"Red Hood? You think Red Hood is the one that should be running the place?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise. No one actually liked Red Hood, they were either scared of him or thought he was a loose canon that needed taken down.

"He actually makes change, and good changes. I mean, everyone here is fed, there are supplies, really low crime even compared to the safe zone, and he actually is gaining territory" she said. "He's doing something right." Jason smiled a little bit as they sat down and were brought coffee. "Now...you said you were buying right?" He nodded. "Awesome."

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I recently found your account and I’ve binged all your Jason Todd work. You’ve quickly became one of my fav Jason writers!! You write him so well I’m obsessed 😍 Would you be able to do a fic with a female S/O who doesn’t want kids?? 👉👈 Adoptive or biological. I don’t want kids and there’s a severe lack of child-free fics so I’d really appreciate it 🥹 Thank you ��️ Keep up the great work!!

Ari Note: Here ya go. It's a little Early for Thirst Trap Thursday buuuut. I think it fits Enjoy!💜

"So," the reporter asked, grinning like they were about to catch you in something, "I noticed you're not drinking."

"Nope," you answer, still smiling, acutely aware that they think they're about to say something about you being pregnant. And you groan internally. It gets old.

Like yeah. Jason Todd is a beautiful man. And yeah. You'd call him daddy. And yeah, he made jokes before about taking you home and getting you pregnant- despite having your tubes tied. But the jokes were just that. Jokes. He didn't want kids any more than you did.

He knew firsthand exactly how dangerous it was to have a vigilante parent. And you? You just liked being able to fuck, take naps, and get your hair done whenever you wanted without worrying about a sitter. You wanted freedom. And now that you had it, you were going to use it.

"So is there going to be a-"

"Not unless it's an immaculate conception. We took an abstinence pledge."

And as the reporter stands there sputtering awkwardly. Not expecting that answer, beside you you feel Jason choke back a laugh. Not just because it was ridiculous but because he was pretty sure that, despite his best efforts to clean you up after dragging you into a coat closet not 30 minutes earlier, you were probably still a mess. And he had your panties in his pocket.

"We really did," Jason said solemnly, nodding. "All those street preachers finally got to me."

"We're all netflix and no chill," you add.

"That would make a great T-shirt," Jason mused.

"I'mma make some for when we go-"

"Please don't," Bruce sighed, watching the reporter, now defeated as he shuffles away.

"Oh come on," you plead, "That wasn't even the meanest answer I could have given."

"It's true," Jason appealed, trying not to grin.

"No," Bruce said. "Just stop being-"

"You told me I can't drink at this one," you remind him, leaning into Jason's side when he puts an arm around your shoulder. "I can be sober or nice to the press. Not both."

And as Bruce walks away, pinching the Bridge of his nose Jason barks a laugh, "I can't believe he really was about to tell you to go order a drink."

"I know- I can't believe Dick actually owes me money already."

"He owes Alfred too- you did it in record time."

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Yours Truly (17)

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Ch. 17: Meetings for Dysfunctional Families

“Alright, kids. I think it’s time we had a talk.”

Years of fighting by Bruce’s side hidden beneath the cowl of Batman had numbed any of the fear he attempted to exude when it came to his numerous crime-fighting partners, but as the anger shown so sparingly on this side of the mask came through, his kids couldn’t help but be afraid.

An ominous message sent to their phones just days ago to come home immediately had sent them all rushing to the manor, ready for whatever emergency awaited. Tim had come in like a hailstorm, no doubt having taken the emergency Kon-El route straight from Paris. Duke and Dick arrived a bit later, having had to finish up whatever personal missions that had found themselves tangled up in first. Cass arrived next, calm as she always was, but still covered in sweat and mud from her training session. Steph and Barbara were not far behind, having taken the time to find a stopping point in the investigation they had been working on together. And finally, Jason emerged from one of his safe houses deep in the underground of Gotham.

There was no Alfred to save them, as Bruce asked him specially to continue his vacation. This was something that Bruce needed to handle personally.

His eyes bore deeply into the audience, but Tim most pointedly avoided looking at him head on. He was sweating and picking nervously at the skin around his fingernails. His guilty conscience was obvious to everyone else in the room.

The ‘family’ sat huddled on and around the oversized couch Alfred had put in after realizing no, Bruce wasn’t going to stop adopting kids anytime soon, as Bruce stood menacingly above them. Damian sat in a chair behind him, uncharacteristically quiet. If they hadn’t been scared so shitless, his brothers might have noticed that for the first time, Damian was sitting with his knees to his chest like the frightened child he never got to be.

“Anyone want to take a guess why we’re here?”

Bruce was smiling. It wasn’t good when Bruce smiled like that.

Jason, as self-preserving as ever, was the only one to pipe up. “Did you finally decide to stop bringing in stray kids? I can only threaten to kill so many before it gets old.”

Dick pinched his arm from beside him to signal Jason to shut up. Jason only scowled at him in response.

Bruce was smiling with his teeth now, and it was collectively agreed to not let Jason open his mouth ever again.

“You always know how to brighten up a room, huh, Jay? I’m so glad you could join us today.”

Jason, who never knew fear, was now slack-jawed. Dick put an arm protectively around him, but it did little as said arm was shaking uncontrollably.

“Now, let’s have a little family discussion about boundaries. I know we haven’t always been very strict on the concept, but it’s time we begin defining those lines, don’t you think?”

Duke was nodding aggressively from his position on the floor. He was wedged between Stephanie and Cass’ legs, and if he scooted back any further, he’d practically be on top of them.

“First of all, no more meddling in anyone’s personal relationships. This includes, but is not limited to: romantic endeavors, friendships, and most importantly, pen pals.

“Secondly, we will not be sharing information that somebody else has requested be kept secret. Secrets will not be weaponized, nor will we threaten each other into submission to keep them.”

At that, Bruce turned slightly to acknowledge Damian’s place in the room.

“Finally, we will give out appropriate apologies to each other. Dick, Jason, and Tim will apologize for signing Damian up for a pen pal without his knowledge. Duke and Cass will apologize for assisting them. Tim and Duke will apologize again for having made contact with said pen pal, Tim for doing so without letting her know who he really was, and Duke for not only granting her embarrassing information about Damian but telling Dick without permission.

“Barbara will apologize for hacking into the account and secretly cyberstalking Marinette, and yes, I know you did that. You’re not as sly as you think. Stephanie will apologize for telling Bernard that Tim was also making out with Conner.”

“Wait, you told him!?”

“Not now, Tim. Let me finish.” Bruce cleared his throat. “As I was saying, you all will issue apologies to each other, as well as Damian. He will be apologizing for threatening Duke and placing cameras on every exit point in both the manor and Wayne Enterprises to stalk Tim.

“After that, we will all sit down as a family and watch a movie because I just want one night where my children aren’t at each other’s throats.”

“Actually, you never formally adopted Steph and I,” Barbara chimed in.

“Not the point. You eat my food, you wear my insignia — you’re one of mine.”

Barbara shrugged as if to say, ‘fair enough,’ and let him continue.

“Any suggestions before we begin our round of apologies?”

Bruce gave the room a few seconds before clapping his hands together and cheerfully saying, “Cheaper by the Dozen, it is! I think we could all learn something from it. While I go put that on in the den, you all can talk amongst yourselves."

They all saw the thinly veiled threat for what it truly was.

As Bruce exited the room, the remaining group sat in awkward silence, trying their best to not make direct eye contact with each other.

Once she was sure that Bruce had reached far enough down the hallway, Cass took initiative to begin the conversation. She moved across the room to gently set a hand on Damian’s shoulder and croak out a weak, “I am sorry.”

Her attempt at speaking, something the girl rarely did, brought the tension down. Damian offered her a gentle pat to the hand on his shoulder, assuring her in their own special way that they would be alright. She smiled in return, and the rest of the room began to erupt into their own sincere apologies.

Stephanie stuttered over an explanation of hurt before letting Tim know that she was sorry. He expressed his own regret and let her know that her feelings were valid.

Duke leaned against Dick’s legs to tell him how unfair he had been by using Dick’s feelings to get a leg up on Damian, before moving to face Damian, himself, and thoroughly apologizing.

Dick joined in, Jason begrudgingly, as well, and Tim let him know how badly they had all messed up, him especially. Barbara let out a remorseful ‘ditto,’ and Damian meekly accepted.

They were all shocked at the youngest’s sincere apology and the ease in which he forgave them. Damian had spent many years being spiteful, never wanting to show weakness by issuing anyone an apology, no matter how deserving. His way of expressing his true feelings was still emotionally constipated by normal human standards, but it was a new territory for him. His brash kindness was all they really needed from him. One day, maybe, he would be willing to be vulnerable with them, but for now, this had been enough.

When they finally wandered their way over to the den, Bruce was sitting in a recliner to the side of another enormous sectional. Blankets and pillows were comfortably draped across the cushions, and a few large bowls of snacks sat on the coffee table before them. Bruce had really gone all out to make the most of the night, and Cheaper By the Dozen was already paused on the screen, just seconds into the intro.

The group offered each other genuine smiles, Dick slinging his arms around both Damian and Jason to drag them towards a spot in the middle of the couch.

Tim wedged himself between Jason and the corner, sprawling his legs down the other side, Stephanie resting comfortably between them.

Barbara wheeled herself over to sit between Bruce’s chair and the couch, pulling a blanket over her lap and a large bowl of popcorn. She patted Bruce’s arm, and they shared a grateful nod before both digging into the snack bowl.

Cass sat on the end of the couch closest to Barbara, and Duke squeezed in between her and Damian. They pulled up a large fleece blanket to share.

Bruce dimmed the lights and began the movie.

They giggled their way through the first movie before beginning the sequel. Popcorn was thrown haphazardly across the room as projectiles, and Tim drifted off with a mouthful of trail mix. Jason had wanted to draw on his face, but Bruce stopped him, reminding him that this was a night for bonding, not embarrassing one another.

By the time the credits had rolled, the room was quiet. Tim and Stephanie were peacefully sleeping, cuddled together. Jason had fallen asleep with his head lolled back and his arms crossed. Dick was pressed in tight against his shoulder, drooling down his shirt, but his arms were wrapped around Damian protectively. Damian, himself, was laying with his head against Dick’s chest and his legs over Duke and Cass’ laps, who in turn were sleeping with their heads stacked on top of each other. Even Barbara had been lulled to sleep with her head resting on her fist.

Bruce took a moment to take it all in, and appreciate the many blessings he had been given. There wasn’t a thing in this world that could ever make him trade away his family.

He spent so much of his youth stuck in Crime Alley, watching his parents bleed out before him. He did not think he would ever escape the nightmare, but now, standing above the kids who had come into his life with a crash, he never wanted to look back.

He took a quick picture, which he would no doubt frame on his bedside table later, and turned to Barbara. He stood up, picked her up gently from her wheelchair, and placed her in the recliner he had just vacated. He took the time to tuck each of his kids under a blanket before heading towards his bedroom. Before leaving, he glanced back one last time.

“I really did get the best ones, didn’t I?”

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