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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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PLEASE IF YOU'RE GONNA WRITE JASON DO A VILLAINxREDHOOD

Maybee.....Villain saves him at one point and Redhood defends Villain from the other Batfam members. And they end up together somehow

kiss or kill [red hood x villain!reader]

[masterlist]

✧ summary: after come across with jason in a mission, hidden feelings finds a way to get free and they make you do the things you always wanted to do.

✧ requested by anon ❥ [thanks for the request, hope you and others will enjoy the story while reading! have fun. ^^]

✧ wc: 3.3k

✧ warnings&tags: gn!reader, no use of pronouns, fluff & a little angst, wounds, violence, kicking, blood, kissing, touching, flirting, nicknames/pet names, batfam [only some of the members], teasing, jokes, hidden feelings, saving, defending, protective!jason, flashback, enemies to lovers, complicated relationship, hint of explicit moment of jason and reader, & more in the story! enjoy. ^^

there were lots of blood on jason’s suit, dripping onto the floor with loud sounds, making ears focus on them instead of surroundings of you.

sitting on the rooftop, you looked down at him intensely taking advantage of broken ceiling’s of the room that helped you to see what was going on. jason who was using his red hood identity now had faced with one of his enemies, not you but someone weaker. even if his enemy was week, he sure had some damage due to previous mission he had tonight with the rest of batfam members, including famous batman, the dark knight.

you knew they were close to this building – this room because tonight wasn’t made for them to interfere, no, it was one of business nights of a company working for government to do dirty jobs behind the doors and batfam members were here to track them down in order to get more information about the company.

knowing jason’s relationship with batman and other members, you could see how he was trying to not kill his enemy standing in front of him with a smirk on his disgusting face, happy to see jason get weaker each second due to wounds he had on some parts of his body. even if his suit’s dark color were hiding them, it was clear he had serious wounds under it. it was hard to tell how much he was suffering from them since his face was covered with that famous red mask of his, making it impossible to see his attractive face but you knew it – he sure was gritting his teeth under the mask, trying to stay stable and powerful; it was a habit of batfam to not show any hints of weaknesses in front of others.

but not you – you knew jason well and he knew you. you two sure had lots of night all alone, getting each very well even though you two see each other as enemies; jason was seeking for justice mixed with slight revenge while you were using people to continue living. he had his family even if he was trying to deny it but you had no one – no one except life that was given to you who was the daughter of no one – who belong to only streets.

therefore, your paths always found their ways to cross each other; he tried to kill you like a hundredth time and you too – he helped you lots of times you forgot to count and you too, so, the bond you had was different and unspoken – it was like a spider web, you two just at the opposite sides of it, not ready to take any steps yet because of afraid of stick feeling of it – you didn’t want to fall for him and he neither. so, here you were, watching him with a fast beating heart but you didn’t know why it was beating like that, ready to break your chest to get free any time soon, and you sure didn’t mind it because you already got used to it; to feel such senses in there whenever your eyes picked sight of him.

you weren’t an angel, no. no one on streets were angels, including you. however, he was making you one. your life changed when he came into your life without your control. he was making you more human, thoughtful one even who began to care for others. you remembered how you killed all people who crossed your path in a bad way, avoiding you to reach your destination, without any hesitation, not minding whether they were good ones or not. but now – now, you were searching each one of them to avoid killing unnecessarily, especially the ones who had no knowledge about the business.

you weren’t saint but you sure cared for those who helped you, and mostly jason. you knew you already fell for him since trying to take some steps forward him on that dumb spider web, not afraid of its sticky feeling. not telling him this or showing, you sure did a good job ‘till this night – ‘till you saw him so vulnerable. it was sad – painful even.

previous moments of the night came into your mind in these slowed down seconds, felt like eternity.

“drop the gun, handsome.”

you said, pointing a gun right to his forehead with a certain distance after getting onto the ground with a short jump from boxes that were invisible thanks to the darkness that rooftop had.

looking unreadable with that red mask on his face, jason chuckled lowly, leaving his defensive manner and starting walking to the corner of the rooftop to see city under your feet better.

“ordering me around, huh? you sure don’t know your place very well cutie.”

rolling your eyes playfully, you put the gun on your belt, walking towards him with crossed arms, “and you sure don’t know having fun.”

he shrugged, “I know fun which I can show you while teaching you some manner.”

and there he was, the side of him which made you try to look another side while feeling shy suddenly due to his flirting, mostly having mature contexts like this one. you knew he treated you differently than others and you enjoyed every second of it, so, you chose to just chuckle playfully and reach him.

when you stood beside him, looking at him directly, you asked, “will you have fun tonight?” referring to what his business was in here, you didn’t hide your curiosity because you had a job to do tonight as well, a kind of you would like to be not disturbed by surprised guests.

he looked at you with a way making you shiver even though you couldn’t see his eyes or face at all. he sure had great influence on you without even knowing it – maybe he did, you thought, or why he kept using it. he wasn’t dumb, no, not at all.

“I will.” he said, “will you?”

his sound was deep enough to make your stomach twist in excitement, giving you a previous memory’s reflection once again in which you and jason shared a bond – physically. the memory that haunt you down every night whenever there was time to think of it over and over again. you gladly let it get into your skin every night but not in this one – in this one, you needed to focus only on the mission.

shrugging, you spent a moment to show a fake thinking, your hand on your chin, saying ‘hmm’ sounds, walking from here to there.

when you reached him closer, leaving just inches between your bodies, a hand stopped when it touched the surface of his red mask. you wanted to touch his face but this was closest you could get now, so, you accepted It, caressing his mask like it was his cheek under your palm. putting free hand on his chest, you smiled, feeling the power of being able to this close to him without a gun pointed on your head, like those in first times you two met, you said, “nights never stop as you know and I can not either. so, don’t cross my path handsome or else –“ you looked at where his lips stayed for a second before looking up once again, “a bullet will smash that beautiful body of yours.”

“beautiful?” he asked, sounding childish intentionally, “I prefer attractive.”

you chuckled, shaking your head slowly, leaving him free without your touches on his body, taking a few steps into the deep sides of the rooftop, “don’t make me hurt you, j.” you said, leaving him alone but his hand found your wrist, pulling your body fast like its weight meant nothing, making it crush his chest with a loud ‘pump’ sound.

with fast heart beats, you looked at his masked face, trying to hide your shyness and excitement at sudden gesture.

“don’t –“

you put a finger on his mask on where his lips stayed and he became silent even if your finger wasn’t touching his lips directly. you would laugh at his face with happiness if the air wasn’t this intense.

“whatever you will say, just keep it ‘till I finish my job in here.” lastly, you put a kiss on his mask, smiling and taking back your wrist from his hand, not willingly of course but you needed to. “bye bye handsome!”

then, you were in all darkness, away from him.

touches you shared meant different things according to the place, time and occasion. however, each one of them was remarkable, leaving their own marks on the soul and whenever your skin touches his, you wished to touch more – to feel more.

you loved him. yes, you were his enemy, could pull a trigger of a gun which can hurt him in the past, but not now – not anymore. not when you realized you were ready to become human shield in front of him only for protection – his protection.

not thinking any longer, you shouted, “hey, dumbass, look up!”

when his enemy finally acknowledged your presence below him, it was already too late and when you jumped from there to right onto his body, he screamed after you held his head, holding it ‘till his forehead hit the floor underneath your feet, loudly, making him scream more in pure pain with a dizzy brain because of the impact.

when the man was about to get up, you kicked his head again with your foot, making him moan in pain.

putting your foot on his back to make him stay on the ground, you got the gun of jason from the ground, throwing it to him and picking up yours from your belt to point directly at the man’s head.

jason who was seeming better now, especially from this view, came into your side, standing in front of the man who was looking so pissed off.

kneeling down into the level of the beaten man, he said, “not a good night for you, huh, dummy.” then, he hit man’s head to make him passed out when he was about to curse to his face. you remembered those times jason chose to put a bullet into their brains, but now, he chose not to and not knowing why, you felt a proud feeling on your chest – proud of him and his actions.

he was better. thanks to batfam, I guess – you thought.

smiling to him, you gave him a hand to get up. holding it after looking at your face a certain time, he got up. when you were about to say something like a teasing in order to calm yourself down because his hold’s affect on your hand were increasing, giving you explosions, he left your hand only to growl in pain and falling into his knees, holding his abdomen with a light grip.

as you made your way to him – closer, feeling sorrow to see and hear him in pain, to help, the wind cut with something flying on the air.

hearing it at the last moment, you dodged the attack, jumping back onto a box behind you to take a defensive manner; one leg’s knee on the surface of brown heavy box, the other staying as crouching, a pistol gun on your hand, directed into the shadows.

it was silent for a second, giving you the time to look at flying object which ended on a wooden column of the building; a batarang, shaped as a bat’s symbol – the batman.

holding your breath, you didn’t move an inch, even when not one but four different foot began to hit ground loudly and heavily.

then, you saw them one by one; first famous vigilante of the gotham who gave fear to all people – the batman himself with all his glory, nightwing with his blue logo on his chest that completed with a black eye patch to hide his identity, then – red robin who wore a red and black suit and lastly, batgirl who was shining in gold color of her suit.

you knew them, including their real identities, one by one and you knew more of them, including alfred and batman’s other son, damian wayne with other members. you faced with them in bad and good ways thanks to your connection with crime on the city and particularly with jason.

“step aside.” batman spoke, deeper than jason and sounding so strong but it meant nothing to you, you hadn’t fear of them because they knew you too but it was a fact that they didn’t like you that much – or not enough to trust you helping jason without any benefit from it, especially now when they saw him on his knees.

dick, the nightwing, was the first one rushed towards jason, picking up him from the ground, wrapping jason’s arm on his shoulders to help him stand.

when bruce took a step forward with the rest of batfam members, he opened to his mouth to say more. “working with them?” he showed the man on the ground, “I can not say I am surprised at all.” he didn’t show any emotions but you knew he was telling the truth, seeing you as an enemy rather than an ally who can hurt jason without guilt if it means to give benefit. “their business is nothing I would like to interfere but hurting them is not acceptable either.”

when you had enough, you put the gun on your belt, straighten your posture, you were ready to say goodbye to jason but he had other plans – plans no one expected him to do, including you.

“batman, stop,” he said, getting from the hold of dick and walking towards you while holding his wound on the chest. however, when he reached his destination – right in front of you, he stood still, showing no pain, no fear or hesitation as his body made a shield between yours and others, making you look into his neck with disbelief, not ready to what he was about to do because you already understood it. “y/n saved me.”

you could see them with acute angle but their surprised expressions were still visible, not waiting for you to save jason.

your surprise was different than theirs; why jason was defending you like this? image of you was as an enemy for others, so, you waited jason to see you as same. maybe, you thought, maybe he saw you – differently.

“oh,” dick said, looking at you and to batman, waiting him to say something – or others. as they kept silence, dick continued, playing with his neck hair while his other hand stayed on his belt, “then, thanks, I guess?” smiling, he added, “for saving our cute boy!”

you could feel jason’s eye rolling. smiling to dick, you said, “take your time well. he will take his little revenge when he get his health back for saying such words.” you turned to jason playfully, get a pick from behind to his face like a kid, “isn’t that right, red?” choosing to use red nickname instead of j in front of his family, you seemed his tensed body went calmer, looking down at your face.

in pure silence, two fake coughs heard coming from both red robin and batgirl, making you both look at them.

“well,” red robin said firstly, “we should go back now, right? the mission is over.” he looked at batgirl and she added, “yes! and red hood need medicine for his wounds as well.”

batman only said ‘hmm’ while watching you intensely, studying you to see whether you really saved jason purely or for benefits – or even whether you were controlling him or not. selina always said he was a good detective who thought every possibility in every situation.

“okay,” batman said, “let’s get going.” he nodded to dick while getting back with rest of the fam.

dick smiled to you once again before leaving you and jason alone after saying, “don’t get long and y/n, you should come too. yeah?”

and then, it was all silence; you standing behind jason, watching his back, him staying silent and well than before.

wanting him to reach the medicine he needs sooner, you said, “jason,” to take his attention to yours, “you need to go.”

he kept his silence a little more ‘till his hands reached his mask, opening and removing it slowly, giving you excitement on the chest – fastened heart beats, sweats on palms and hope all over.

“be careful.” he said, sound deep and soft.

you, on the other hand, was confused. “what?”

“the thing I tried to say on that rooftop,” he said, turning to you as he kept his mask on his right hand, showing his falling hair on forehead, green eyes with some blue on them thanks to the gloomy light of the place, and sparkles on each eye that directed into your face, making you burn in love and lust to finally see his face you missed so much as you realized now. “I wanted you to be careful.”

he confessed, giving you a breathless statement.

feeling like it, your both hands reached his face, holding each cheeks, smiling happily, “maybe, I should have been the one who say that after all.”

looking serious, he closed his eyes, feeling your touches’ power on him, letting it to flow into his soul, making the night the happiest one of your entire life – he was enjoying your touches and contrast to other nights, he was showing it openly, not afraid to be weak – he wasn’t, you believed, he wasn’t weak at all, instead, he seemed so powerful, not hesitating to show his true feelings unlike you.

“thank ‘u.” he said, opening his eyes, “for saving me.” he added, sounding honest.

smiling wider, you said, “of course,” caressing his cheeks, you raised on your tiptoes, reaching his lips and put a kiss on them after saying, “or how we can continue to chase one another, handsome.”

the kiss meant to be short but for jason, it had to be longer as it seemed because he reached down, capturing your lips with his – a feeling you missed to have.

reaching a happy euphoria, you let him kiss whatever he liked and he let you kiss him as long as – as deep as you wanted it to be.

when lots of kisses happened in that moment, a voice came from his mask – a headphone put on it to hear others, “hey, c’mon already!” dick’s robotics sound came into ears, “tim and barbs already began to gossip about you and bruce is not having any fun at all. I can’t keep him more from getting in again.” then, some voices joined him, one from tim who said from a distance, “get y/n, jason! just kiss and tell how you feel, it always works!” then, barbara added, “do not kiss directly! be romantic, for gods sake, don’t listen tim, he isn’t good with beloved ones.”

when they began to fight on the background, dick began to talk again, “hey! stop fighting, you will get attention of bruce and I already gave something to him to focus on or else – oh shit,” he run towards a point – a point ‘till he reached bruce as it sounded after you heard his deep voice on the line, “I am going inside – they can’t take this long –“

the last thing you heard dick trying to stop him and saying, “and how would you know this?” in a low tone, full of playfulness.

chuckling to jason who was holding his face with his free hand, you removed it from his face, “cute.”

he rolled his eyes, holding you from the wrist while starting to walk towards the outside to reach others, “get going, the night isn’t over, there is still time to teach you some manners ‘cutie’.”

the end. 🍰

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zeawesomebirdie · 4 months

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Brudick Co-parenting + Batfam Shenanigans Rec List

Thanks to @holybatmandickgrayson for requesting this, and thanks for your patience while I put it together!! (And paging @steine-druff as per usual!) Dick acting as the defacto second parent in the Wayne household is one of the best brudick tropes, and it has my whole entire heart. And the batfam dynamic itself has so much potential and is a joy to read, especially when the common goal of teasing Dick about Bruce is involved!

These are in no particular order, but I've tried to organise them into general categories. The titles to each fic contain a link to it. A lot of these are on the shorter end of the spectrum, but there's a few longer fics included too! I hope you find something here that you haven't read yet!

Co-parenting

1. Till You Find Your Dream by Kyele [@timeforalongstory on tumblr]; rated E; no archive warnings apply; 177,062 words; 31 chapters; complete

Summary:

“You know, my child, that the orphanage cannot continue to support you once you become an adult.” The abbess sighs. “There is one path that is always open to you. You may choose a holy vocation, and take orders. The Sisters of Perpetual Grace will accept you as a postulant if you choose.”

Dick had known to expect this. “Thank you, Reverend Mother,” Dick says respectfully, “but I cannot follow that path.”

The Mother Superior nods. He looks unsurprised. “Then perhaps,” he says, “you would be interested to hear of another opportunity.” From the papers on his desk, the abbess removes a single sheet. “Are you familiar with Captain Wayne?”

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Dick accepts a position as governess to eight war-orphans, adopted by millionaire and WW1 flying ace Captain Bruce Wayne. The rest is inevitable.

Starting this list off with a bang, this fic is glorious! It's a The Sound of Music AU and A/B/O, and that sounds like a wacky mixture but truly this is one of the best co-parenting brudick fics I've ever read. It features beautiful sibling dynamics, Dick learning to function in high society at the same time as he's teaching the children to do the same, and the best exploration of gender and social roles I've ever come across. And the way the children come to accept Dick as their governess then protect him from being fired by Captain Wayne is utterly glorious!

2. The Fall of An April's Fool by Mysterious_Aud_Lou; rated M; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 3,967 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

All it took was one mission, one week, one bed, and one very tired mistake for Bruce Wayne to realize that he was in love with Dick Grayson.... and then came the fallout.

Bruce and Dick just came back from a mission in which they were fake engaged, and during that short mission, Bruce got a little too used to acting as a couple. Of course, the rest of the batkids pick up on this immediately, but luckily Dick is great at improv, and so this one has lived rent-free in my head ever since I first read it!

Damian Playing Matchmaker

Because I have a very surprising number of recs with this exact premise! These also sometimes double as co-parenting fics with the other batkids besides Damian too :)

1. Covet by resurrectedhippo; rated M; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 16,059 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Dick Grayson is an extension of Bruce Wayne. If there’s no Bruce Wayne, there’s no Dick Grayson. They struggle to exist without each other.

The entire world wonders if they have ever been separate people.

This one is a little bit of both co-parenting and Damian being the one to force them together. It features Bruce denying his feelings for a million years, Dick helping to train each successive Robin, and so much mutual pining it hurts (affectionate). And of course, Damian calling a family meeting to announce that Bruce and Dick will need to be wed over the summer, much to the shock of every other person in the family

And I'm adding a cut here because this is getting long, but I've got more under the read more!

2. Better than the Sweetest Dream by shield_of_selene; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 15,089 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Damian accuses Bruce of failing his Valentine’s Day duties; namely, romancing Dick Grayson. This starts a chain reaction that leads to exploding heart bombs, forced imprisonment, and wedding bells.

I love a villain who can commit to the bit, and the Matchmaker, a Valentine's Day themed villain, does not disappoint! This fic also features Damian having a better grasp of Bruce's emotions than Bruce himself does, which is always a delight to see!

3. To Court a Grayson by Mysterious_Aud_Lou; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 3,285 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Damian Wayne has always gotten what he wants, and what he wants is his father to realize that Bruce will find no better romantic partner than Damian's beloved Grayson. So, armed with a briefcase and a carefully planned powerpoint presentation, Damian takes on the challenge of convincing his father that it's time to throw all other romantic entanglements aside, and begin to court Grayson properly.

Oh my goodness, where do I even begin with this one? The whole thing is just glorious, featuring Damian hacking into Bruce's work calender, Bruce actually sitting through the entirety of Damian's presentation, and one of the most delightful reveals I've ever read!

General Batfam

1. Old and New by junetangerine; rated E; no archive warnings apply; 5,241 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Objectively speaking, he knew the man wasn’t infallible or indestructible (heaven knew he’d picked enough fights over it, Bruce insisting on patrolling even when he could barely stand on his own), but the prospect that he might not bounce back into the brilliant steamroller of a man that Dick loved in more ways than was appropriate or healthy was terrifying.

Not as jarring as the Twilight Zone experience of having Bruce look openly delighted to see him.

“Dick!”

It was all Dick could do to remain frozen in place while Bruce crossed the distance between them and just kept going, right into Dick’s personal space and then closer, until his mouth was against Dick’s. It was short, just a firm press of lips, but enough to turn Dick’s world on its head.

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A head injury leaves Bruce confused. He seems to believe he and Dick are a couple. Dick doesn't have it in him to say otherwise.

Exactly what it says on the tin. This fic is a delight, featuring Dick being incredibly conflicted and Bruce trying to deny his feelings the moment he gets his memory back! Also featuring the various batkids accepting this new dynamic with surprising ease

2. Be Kind, Rewind by kleine_aster; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 2,138 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Batman always thinks of everything, except for erasing his old tapes when he really, really should.

This fic is very funny! I greatly enjoyed the dynamics between the various batkids as they processed what they were watching, and Dick's frantic reaction to being caught with Bruce

3. It's A Christmas Miracle (Or Not) by RandomMayhem [@randomlymayhemic on tumblr]; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 6,864 words; 2 chapters; complete

Summary:

With Harley and Ivy causing chaos in Las Vegas, Dick and Bruce must go on an impromptu trip to stop the unruly couple. Only, they aren't quite sure what exactly they're supposed to be stopping...

Waking up married wasn't in the plan, regardless. Not with Damian on the verge of pulling a Rumplestiltskin. So, there's no doubt about it - the holiday season's about to get a whole lot crazier.

In which Damian threatens Dick's firstborn child should they return home late for Hanukkah. This fic is very cute and very enjoyable, and the batfam's reactions to their impromptu marriage are a delight!

4. Truth or Dare by rnedagemacaroni; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 959 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

This is why the Bat Family kids should not have free time.

Anything with the batkids actually getting to relax and have fun is an amazing read, and this fic is no exception!! Oh to be a fly on the wall during their games of truth or dare!

5. Wayne Family Adventure: the secret episode by Caroaimezoe; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 4,005 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Prompt: How will the Batfamily take discovering that their dad and big brother/mother have been in a secret relationship for years

I adore the sibling dynamics in this one, and Damian being smug the whole time is just SO cute! There's also so much that could be said about how valiantly Dick tries to keep their relationship secret only to fail so miserably, it's a true delight

And that's all for now! I hope you enjoy these!

#brudick #rec list #thanks again for your patience while i put this together!!#this was very fun to do <3

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random-sparks-98 · 10 months

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Sunlit Gotham Universe Notes

Batfam Notes:

- Due to moving around the batfam timeline a bit, Jason is the only one who has died who has been fully buried and then revived (Steph’s heart stopped for about three minutes when Black Mask captured her, and Damian has not been killed.)

- Damian came to Gotham earlier than canon, and is currently 10 years old and in 4th grade at Gotham Academy

- Jon Kent is also going to be the same age as Damian in this AU

- Jason Todd is going be announced as Legally Alive before the beginning of the story (Yes, he is still Red Hood, but he doesn’t kill anymore (most of the time))

- Bruce will NOT be going missing in time

- This means that Tim never drops out of high school, gets emancipated, and becomes CEO of a company at the age of 17. It also means that Dick will not have been Batman

- Selina and Bruce are dating - he’s gonna probably propose soon, but big life events keep happening (like adopting new children every few months) so he hasn’t yet. He claims he’s waiting for a time when everything is calm. His children call bullshit and say he’s just scared she’ll say no

- Selina totally knows that he already has the ring and is honestly just teasing him and stressing him out more by making comments and jokes every so often

How does Wonder Woman not know about the demigods?

- When the Greek Amazons went to live on Themyscira they became cut off from the rest of the mortal world. This means that they weren’t aware of Camp moving around to follow Olympus

- Diana was born WAY before the First Great Prophecy, and technically isn’t a true demigod because she was sculpted from clay - therefore not really part mortal

- By the time Diana had left the island, demigods had gone underground and general society forgot that they existed. Both camps are kept secret so that the demigods are safe, so Diana hasn’t heard about them and assumes that the demigods are just no more

- Due to the Mist, Off World League Missions, Rescue Ops, and the fact that she lived in Paris for a while, Diana hasn’t been around during any of the major battles - or her focus was elsewhere

- Donna Troy might show up at some point, and the same logic about leaving Themyscira works for her too. We’re going with the Magical Duplicate origin story for her, so again, doesn’t quite count as mortal enough for the prophecy

- Cassie Sandsmark originally used magical artifacts to help Diana fight crime and was later ret-conned into being either a daughter of Zeus or a granddaughter of Zeus. The ret-con is going to be brought up in the story and we can all thank the Flashes for messing up the timeline. But basically she doesn’t become a proper descendant of Zeus until after the Titan War and therefore the prophecy doesn’t apply to her either

Children of Apollo have the following abilities According to the Riordan Wiki:

- They can curse others to only speak in rhyming couplets that can take days or even weeks to wear off (depending on strength and number of people in the spell)

- They are expert archers, inherited from their father. However, the children of Apollo who are healers tend to be less skilled with this (as seen with Will Solace)

- They also excel at anything involving throwing or shooting stuff, like shooting hoops or shooting firearms or other missile weapons

- They are skilled in physical contests and games

- They excel in the arts

- They are skilled musicians

- Vitakinesis: As the children of Apollo, they are natural healers. They can heal people by singing a hymn to their father (in Ancient Greek).

- Audiokinesis: As the children of Apollo, they have the ability to control sound waves and music

- It is extremely rare that a child of Apollo can possess complete photokinesis, as only Apollo himself and the Titan of Light, Hyperion, and the Titan of the Sun, Helios, have been known to use the ability

- From what can be gleaned from The Demigod Diaries, it can be presumed that some, or even all of Apollo's children possess a limited form of precognition

- Thanks to a curse, all the children of Apollo have a terrible fear of snakes

In this AU, souls have auras that are unique to each soul. Demigod children with parent’s who deal with light (ex: Apollo or Iris) can see the auras if they focus really hard. Children of Apollo will often use it as a way to check how well a patient is healing as the brighter the aura the healthier the person.

#sunlitgotham #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson oc #batfam #batfamily #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 author #archive of our own

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Why do I feel like the batfam would totally love to hang out with Dick's girlfriend's dad?

Because they would. Because This guy is based on no less than 4 big scary biker men that I know. And they like a party.

"And you're sure this won't be a problem?" Bruce asked, looking at Dick. Cars lined the streets and the smell of smoking meat drifted over the neighborhood. It was mouth watering.

"It's a block party, Bruce," Dick said smiling. "It'll be a nice time."

He snorted when Bruce grunted and hefted the cooler out of the car, grateful when Jason grabbed the other side. "Y/N where do you want this?" Jason yelled, catching sight of you loping through the grass in shorts and a tank top.

"Just set it in the back. I'm about to pull the meat off the smoker," you say around a yawn, twisting the top off a glass bottle and pitching the cap into a coffee can by the garage door.

"Where's your dad?" Dick asked, looking around.

"Round back," you answer, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek and pushing the door open, accepting hugs hello and turning to lead them through.

"How is your dad so tall and you got none of that?" Jason asked, casually resting an arm on top your head to illustrate the point.

"Her mama built her ass too close to the ground," Robert chuckled, accepting hand shakes and introductions, hauling himself to his feet with a groan of effort, leaning on his cane. He was a big man. Nearly seven feet tall and close to 300 pounds. Imposing in spite of the cane. But when you crinkle your nose at him, he grins. Looking boyish under the grizzled features.

"That. looks. amazing." Dick said, watching you pull meat off the smoker.

"We'll see. I still don't think she used enough black pepper."Robert huffed before he started distributing drinks, happy to have new people to tease. "Tamra," he yelled, "Do we have more ice?"

"In the garage!"

"I'll get it daddy just give me a minute-"

"You just pay attention to what you're doing," he snorted, pausing long enough to wrap one arm around your shoulder and squeeze.

Bruce watches you track him as he makes his way, unsteadily over the grass. "Dick can you-"

"Yup," he said, kissing your head before following after him.

Some of the tension leaves your shoulders and you pick up a perfectly sharpened knife to start cutting the meat, looking satisfied. "Damn I'm good-"

"Uh huh," Robert said, taking the plate you set aside for him, "There's no way-" He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully for a second while you turn to pull off the pork. "Not bad, kid," he said nodding.

"Not bad?" Bruce said, quirking an eyebrow, trying the bite he was offered.

"Not enough black pepper," Robert said, winking as you turn to glare at him.

It's a similar process when your mother appears, putting bowls down long tables, and before long, neighbors appear with more platters and bowls. Lights strung on fences glow softly and it doesn't take long for musicians to appear.

"Damian, if you give me a minute to scrape everything down, there's veggie burgers," you call.

"Acceptable," he said, nibbling on some peppers that had been sliced and set out before making his way to where you were standing. There were 75 people filtering in and out of the yard. It was simultaneously nice. And sensory hell.

But it looked calmer by the grill where you'd been most of the day.

"It's a lot, I know," you hum, "But it'll start winding down here soon.

"I'm fine," he huffed, glancing over to where Jason, Steph, and Bruce were talking with your dad. Listening to whatever outlandish story that he was telling- Not about a bigfoot but about the time he worked in a zoo.

But when you hum and turn back to scraping off the grill, he's glad you don't push. And by the time you're handing him a black bean burger on a gluten-free bun, the headache behind his eyes has abated enough for him to sit in the grass at Bruce's feet.

Your father had a deep voice and a rumbling laugh. And the more the night wore on, the funnier the stories got.

Damian was just grateful no one expected him to contribute much. But when you caught his eye, with a smile and a wink, he figured he could do this again. As long as you didn't forget his burger.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #anon ask #anon answered #damian wayne #minors dni

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mooniemonstah · 2 years

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So I created this blog because I needed to make some type of catharsis about how worried I am about Gotham Knights.

I was so thirsty, desperate for Jason&Dick content. I still am. Seriously, everytime DC waste their BatFam titles on the comics by having D*ck/Babs related stuff and Jason doing whatever shit on other teams I sigh and ask myself why can’t we just have one short run, just ONE with a Jason/Dick team up?! I don’t like Tom Taylor at all, but I was pleased to see at least he was the one that tried to deliver an annual issue with a NG and RH team. It was mediocre and fanservice, I didn’t care that much about the story but it was something... And also it helped me to see other people’s reactions about the Nightwing/Red Hood team up concept, and notice there is some general interest on the idea.

I don’t know why it isn’t exploted more by DC.

I love the Arkham series, I have a very soft spot for Arkham Knight Jason even if the writting on the third game is not everyone’s cup of tea. A BatFam related game that isn’t part of the Arkhamverse is not my dream game come true, but I get the need to introduce a more canon accurate depiction of Robin!Tim Drake so I welcomed the Gotham Knights proyect with open arms.

I wasn’t totally sold out by Red Hood’s design at first but it’s weird to see people hating on this just now, when Jason’s face was introduced back in the first trailer they delivered:

The designs are not a concern for me personally anymore. It’s the animations, the clunky combat, the magic lazarus pit jump especially while playing with Jason. It doesn’t seem to be well executed at all.

In regard of the combat aspect, there should be a better balance between his hand on hand combat and guns. It doesn’t matter to me if they’re lethal guns or not. In the Arkham games is hard to believe there are no goons dying when you have Batman and Nightwing stamping their faces on the electricity connection boxes around the rooms, just for name an example. If the brutal hand on hand fight were well animated then people wouldn’t bee complaining as much about the logic of the guns.

Rec Hood’s poor hand on hand movements looks so boring in comparison to Nightwing’s constant flips towards the scenary, that makes you wonder why would you choose a character that just stands there shooting people while you can pick the other characters and see entertaining fights. And Nightwing’s flips don0t even look that good. They’re not fluid enough to be believable :C

It’s so frustrating! Because I loved that they showed their team up playthough, and that the new promotional material and concept art is focused on the two of them, and the cinematic scene in the Belfry was good! It was the kind of interactions I desperately wanted to see between them. But the animations are so rough, even when Dick is walking on civies, it looks weird and unnatural. Why?!

I have mixed feelings about the crafting menu stuff but it’s minor in comparison to how generic the rest of the elements seem when put on screen. It also doesn’t help that they canceled the release on PS4 and Xbox ONE... it almost look like they want to fail on purpose.

Can the game be delayed at this point? Does anyone in charge of this proyect really care anymore?

I care, I care a lot and my heart is already broken. I have no hope that this game wll deliver something different when it comes out. I even tried looking for other gaming journalists and gamers’ opinions about the subject, the most optimistic ones to cheer me up but I don’t think this is the game many of us wanted. It smells like soulless corporative business and it sucks.

Remember the Batgirl/Robin playthrough against Mr. Freeze? What happened to that game? How in the world has that game become to the game we saw teased yesterday on May 10th? Maybe that alpha game never existed, maybe that was some cinematic demo especially created for the DC Fnadome two years ago. That would be so sad if proven to be truth.

I don’t even get this canceling previous gen launch thing from a business perspective either. I live in Argentina, I know NO ONE who has been able to get a PS5 except my brother (and he has been saving money for a long while specificaly for that reason). I can imagine how the situation is wolrdwide, even if the percentage of people that owns a PS5 or Xbox Series S is sure to be much higher on first world conutries. Like, do the WB Montreal studio acutally believe they’re gonna sell that much copies when most people don’t have a a Next Gen console yet?

I guess the only thing I wonder now is if we will ever going to get an Arkham Knight BatFam game after this game crushes and burns? Look, it doesn’t need to have Robin at all, it can be just about Oracle helping Nightwing to track and stop Red Hood on his bloody crusade? Let me have my fanfics.

#dc negativity #gotham knights #arkham series #crushed hopes and dreams

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 2 years

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Christmas at the Manor

Summary: You spend your first Christmas with the Batfam.

Characters: Readerx Dick Grayson. THE WHOLE FAM (Minus Cat Mom)

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, presents?

An: Am I a month late? Yep. Do I care? Yeh, a bit. I got distracted. But this was to cute not to share.

“Ok, I think we've got everything,” Dick said, stuffing all the presents into the bag.

“What about Jason's-”

“Yep, first thing I grabbed,”

“And Dami’s-”

“All good, honey. It's right here," he patted the pocket of his winter coat.

“What time are we meeting them?”

“Gotta be at the mansion by 5, everyone else will probably be late,”

“Except Tim,”

“Yeh, he'll probably still be in his room working,” you gathered up the bags of presents, Dick hauling two over his shoulders.

“Well it's just gone 4 think we should go? I don't wanna be late for my first Wayne Christmas,” you said, zipping up your overnight bag.

You pulled up to the mansion in the rented car, adjusting your coat to keep the tiny flecks of snow from sneaking onto your skin. Your eyes danced over the fairy lights that glittered over the large building.

“Love, this is beautiful,” you said, smiling up at it.

“Yeh, it is,” Dick agreed. You failed to notice his eyes watching you when he said that, he was truly in awe of you. The lights creating a soft glow on your face, you looked like a Christmas angel all decked out in white.

“Master Grayson, Miss L/N” Alfred spoke, seeming to appear from thin air, “allow me to help you with those.”

“It's ok, Alfie we got it,” You smile politely at him, taking your bag in one hand.

“Miss, I must insist. My mother would be turning in her grave if she knew I'd allowed a lady such as yourself to carry her own bags,”

“Well when you put it like that,” you chuckled, handing Alfred your bags. He turned and began heading up towards the building.

“I could use some help,” Dick said, struggling to balance the rest of the bags in his arms.

“I'm sure you can juggle them,” Alfred winked at you, gesturing for you to follow him inside.

“A circus joke? Really?” Dick called from behind you, “you're getting used to the lush life already honey,” he teased running to catch up with you both once he had all the bags stuffed under his arms.

The doors to the mansion flew open and the warmth radiated through your skin. The smell of a warm fire and the pine that decorated every inch of the place filling in your nose. It was the white Christmas you'd always dreamed of. When you were a spy you never got a chance to actually stop and enjoy the festivities and you would be eternally grateful to Bruce for giving you the chance to settle down.

“You two are the first to arrive, let me show you to your room,” Alfred said, guiding you up the stairs.

“Thanks Alfred,” Dick hummed, the man after placing the bags on the ground, “we’ll be down in a sec, let the others know we’re here.”

“I'm certain they are aware,” he smirked, placing your suitcase on the stand, closing the door behind him as he exited the room.

“Are you nervous?” Dick asked as you were freshening up in the bathroom, he was unpacking all the gifts onto the bed and putting some of your clothes into his closet, for next time. He hoped there would be a next time.

“Why would I be nervous? I've met everyone before,” you brushed it off. You were nervous though, because with Dick being so busy it was down to you to get everyone's gifts and while you were sure they would like them. They were- well they weren't traditional.

Dicks hands wrapped around your middle spinning you towards him, his lips meeting with yours as he pulled you closer leading you towards the bed.

“Maybe we can ease those nerves before my family decides to bother us,'' his voice low and sultry as his lips began nipping your neck.

“Hmm, what did you have in mind, Master Grayson?” you tease, a low growl escaping his throat. His hand sliding up the tight line of your thigh as he pulled you to straddle him. You lean down pushing him onto the bed.

The door flung open and both of your heads shot towards it.

“Little privacy,” Dick said, his hands gripping on your ass.

“Grayson,” the stern voice said, “you should greet a man when you enter his home,”

You rolled your eyes and hoped that he couldn’t see from the way you were straddling his brother. You shuffled, moving to hop off Dicks lap when his fingers dug into your hips,

“In a sec squirt, give me 5 minutes.”

“You'll only need 2,” the boy smarmed, slamming the door behind him.

“Dick,” you slap him playfully, “don't be mean to Dami, he misses you.”

“Yeh, but can't we just make-out for a minute and then we’ll go out?”

'You're re insatiable,”

“Only for you, hon”

His lips meet yours and he rolls you, pinning you underneath him. Forgetting all about the young boy who is probably waiting behind the door to burst in. Your hands gripping onto his shirt while you devour each other.

"We- we should go, the others will be here soon," you mumbled into his mouth. Truthfully you were getting way to worked up and if you stayed like this you would miss dinner entirely.

"Just one more minute," Dick sighs, holding your face close to him as he peppers you with kisses. You pull back but his hand keeps you close as you sit up and fixing your top and redoing your pants while you attempt to fix the mess his hair has become.

Once you are both again presentable he leads you downstairs and into the sitting room where Damien and Bruce are waiting. Steph and Cassie are sitting by the fire, showing each other videos on the phone. Jason is spread over a couch with a book resting on his face. Duke and Tim appear to be plotting something. They looked perfect, like the big family Christmas you had always dreamt of.

"Nice of you to join us," Bruce said, looking up from his conversation with Damien.

"Took you long enough," Damien shook his head at you, taking another cookie from the tray.

"Got distracted, is all," Dick says, pulling you down to the love seat, "we doing presents now or after dinner?" He asks eager to see how his family responds to the gifts you had personally picked out for them. Their eyes all perk up at the question and you can tell it's going to be now.

Quick hands all race to the tree grabbing out individual presents and ripping and tearing at the paper like little kids. You wait patiently not expecting their to be any for you, why would they? It's not like your apart of their family yet, your just Dicks girlfriend and this is only your first Christmas.

"Those are for you," Dick, whispered in your ear. His head gesturing towards the last of the gifts under the tree.

"What?" You give him a quizzical look.

"You didn't think we would leave you out?" Steph pipped up, gathering the bundle and placing it on your lap. "You idiot," she flicked you on the forehead, "this one's from me," she pointed to the one wrapped entirely in purple. You carefully unwrapped it, pulling out the white sweater, it was beautiful and soft.

"Is this-" You rub it on ya face, "-is this cashmere? Thank you Steph," she winked at you. Laying the sweater on your lap you begin to open all the thoughtful gifts they had gotten you, watching closely as they did the same. Waiting for the reactions when they found their way to your gifts.

Jay was the first to open his, "is this a joke?" He chided turning the book over in his hands, "because if it is this is the best gift ever," he opened the book his eyes nearly budding out of his head, "this needs to be in a plastic sleeve," The first edition of Frankenstein had been hard to find, but the look on his face was worth it. The laughter he was keeping in to keep his breath from such a precious item had been worth every penny. "I know Dick couldn't buy anything this good, thanks Y/N" he said coming over to give you a big Jay bird hug.

Damien followed soon after, seemingly confused by the folder that lay in front of him. That was until he opened it and saw his true gift. "Is this?"

"Yep," you said "I liked to come with you."

"Father! Look!" He said holding the folder to his father's face, "Y/N got me a mission for Christmas!" Bruce narrowed his eyes at you before going through the folder. All of your research in an illegal tiger trade operating in Star City. You had wanted to deal with this yourself but new Damien would love the opportunity to branch out. "When do we leave?"

"You'll see I marked the date of their next trade, we can strike then." You smiled proudly, pointing out the dates on the makeshift calendar.

The rest of the Family including Alfred, who you had gotten a vintage tea set that was once a favourite of Elizabeth the First opened your thoughtful gifts. Each more astounding than the last and by the end you were the new favourite of everyone except Bruce. The kids agreed that Dick was banned from getting them gifts and you were now in charge. If you weren't apart of the family before, you sure were now.

You spy Bruce's face forlorn as he was the only one not to receive a gift from you. The only trouble with it was, well it was massive.

"Dinner is served," Alfred called from the dining room and as you entered you saw Bruce's gift already set on top of the mantle.

"What's this?" He asked, probably wondering why the fuck a sheet was hanging from the wall.

"This is from all of us," Dick said, "but it was my beautiful honeys idea," He nuzzled his cheek into your hair.

Very carefully Bruce unveiled the painting all of his kids with him in the middle and Alfred off to the side. It was a master piece and had taken months for you to organise all the kids to sit for it. But seeing the stern and hard Batman cry made your heart swell.

"I just-" you paused, unsure if this was a good cry or if you had overstepped. "I wanted to say thank you for all you've done for me and I know-" you couldn't finish you words as he wrapped you in a bear hug all but squeezing the life from you.

"Thank you," he whispered, "It's wonderful,"

"Please don't squish her," Dick said tapping him on the shoulder. Bruce leant back his hands resting on your shoulder the other on Dicks. He gave you both such an affectionate look. He pulled his son in for a big hug, his voice quiet when he spoke directly into Dicks ear, "Don't mess this up Dick, you better marry this girl,"

"I intend to," he smiled so lovingly watching as you sat down at the table in the seat that had remained empty for far too long.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson my beloved #dick grayson x fem reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader insert #nightwing #richard grayson

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milky04moo · 2 years

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Secrets Out~ J.T

prompt: ‘Huh didn't know a burn could be that colour’

word count: 609

You knew it was a bad idea to get with Jason again considering you both worked with his family. The teasing from them was constant; you couldn't get away from it until Bruce gave them a disapproving glare or Damian did his usual ‘tut’. Jason never shied away from the teasing if anything he played into it more while you just rolled your eyes not trying to deny it as it was clear they knew there was something between the two of you.

You knew you shouldn't have done it but he was too good to walk always from, he was your kryptonite and he knew that. All it took for you to fold was a small peck on your neck, you knew when he started he wouldn't stop unless you said so and so you did it.

Now you were standing in front of the mirror staring at the purple bruises that had bloomed on your neck overnight panicking about how you were going to cover them before going to work with his family. You stood in the mirror for a while debating what to do being broken out of your trance when strong arms wrapped around your waist, Jason's head resting on your shoulder smirking when he saw what you were looking at.

‘Look what you’ve done Todd’ you turned smacking his chest.

‘Ouch I'm just Todd now?’ he questioned still smirking

‘Not funny how am I supposed to cover these! We are working with your family later, they are never gonna let us live this down Jay!’ you groaned

He just laughed walking away, probably to go and start cooking breakfast as he usually did when you stayed at his house while you worked on trying to cover the hickeys.

Just as you had predicted the teasing had started as soon as you sat down and surprisingly the first comment came from Babs.

‘Hey Y/N what mauled you last night?’ she joked from the other side of the table as you tried to pull your suit further up your neck.

‘Nothing I just burnt myself on my flat iron yesterday.’ you tried to lie.

‘Huh didn't know a burn could be that colour’ he Damian muttered from over by the computer which shocked everyone.

You whipped your head around towards the boy. ‘What was that Damian?’ you questioned making sure you heard him properly the first time.

Everyone held back their laughter waiting to see how this would play out.

‘I said I didn't know a burn could be that colour.’ He spoke clearly this time turning to meet your gaze. ‘And clearly it is not a burn considering the look on Todd's face.’ he concluded.

You turned to look at Jason for help as the rest of the batfam erupted into laughter.

You turned to look at Jason for help as the rest of the batfam erupted into laughter. You felt your face heat up even more as Jason wrapped his hands around your waist like he did earlier. You tried to pull away but seeing as he was much stronger than you there was no point struggling.

‘There's no point in trying to hide it anymore doll. You’re mine now.’ he laughed

‘That's no way to ask your kinda girlfriend out Jaybird’ you smirked and he planted a kiss on your temple.

‘So you two are together?’ Dick questioned and everyone went silent waiting for the answer.

You looked at Jason who gave you a sweet smile before answering. ‘Yeah we are.’

‘Finally we can stop pretending not to notice the flirting between the two of you.’ Tim exclaimed, making everyone laugh again.

#batfam imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #dc imagine #drabble #imagine #oneshot #milky04moo

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anniebuddy · 2 years

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!Not Batcest!

i feel like Steph has had a crush on a large bulk of the Batfam. if Tim Drake is any indication, she can fall for people pretty quickly - and like, there are a LOT of hot people in that family. some of them were just the briefest of considerations that she managed to push to the back of her mind, but others occupied her headspace for a while - and made missions with them considerably more awkward.

a cool, confident redheaded genius who used to be Batgirl? yeah, she had a crush on Babs. probably tried coming up with excuses to drop by her workspace more often.

a funny, charismatic gymnast with a bod? definitely crushed on Dick (though if their initial dynamic was anything like in canon, it came some time after, when Dick’s skepticism finally wore off. the first time she found herself blushing at his jokes she was like. “Shit.”).

Jason Todd? …okay, i can imagine she thought he was pretty hot when they met, but then he opened his mouth and she immediately realized he was just as much a dorky gremlin as she was. they were teasing and noogieing each other soon after.

but she was almost certainly shellshocked when she first saw Kate Kane. Steph is partial to tough ladies she can look up to, so a big part of that was hero worship (for more on that, see Dinah Lance). and that brings us to Cass.

regardless of whether it worked its way into a relationship, i feel like Steph crushed on Cassie hard. not at first, mind you - she wasn’t sure what to make of the quiet, full-face masked badass who seemingly existed just to emphasize how outmatched she was. but it got brought out the more they got to know each other. a hero her age, who was incredibly strong and yet still emotionally vulnerable, who enjoyed her company - someone whose story she could relate to, who shared her virtues, made her laugh, made her think…the kinda gal you can have fun with one minute, then pivot to talking about unimaginable trauma, and then go right back to goofing off. like…yeah. even when she was mad at or dismissive of her, she’d still find herself frustratingly charmed by her.

once she started ingratiating herself into the Batfam as a full unit, her relationships w/ everyone got to be much stronger - and also much more platonic.

…but she’s still gay as shit for Cass bc i say so? may make a followup post about that bc i ended up launching into StephCass in the first draft askdjhkjhds (big surprise)

anyways, once the rest of the BatFam found out, they got to work arguing about who should be ranked where based on how long Steph had a crush on them. needless to say, this was embarrassing as hell for her (thank u to my friend for this part it’s gold).

#stephanie brown #BatFam #headcanon #Tim Drake #barbara gordon #dick grayson #jason todd #kate kane #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #stephcass #i'd feel bad if i tagged jaysteph since i said they wouldn't last skjdjkhdksjd #but you guys are great #timsteph #DC comics

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stayinurlaneboi · 2 years

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last updated: April 14, 2022

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Batboys

get their wisdom teeth pulled

dating headcanons

s/o going full sass

w/ an s/o who loves food

body switched

nerf gun fight

how the batfam sleeps

batmoms been poisoned

stuffed animals

prank war

“i waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks”

vacation

jason comes home

jays foul proof hug plan

getting a little sister

bed partner headcanons

damis #1 sibling list

weekly breakfasts

family night

dad they’re being mean!

subtly insulting people + escape plan writer deactivated

all of them witnessed socialite!wayne for the first time and never got over it

the horrors of a snowball fight with the bats

this time mari adopts them lmfao

a bat never stands alone

dami is learning to work with others

pool time

the one where dami is heavier than he looks

the one where dami’s still growing and has an accident

here we are, together in the end

reader has a rough day

damian rotates bedrooms

mandalorian au

fear gas

losing sleep

picking up dami from school

bruce is a good dad who comforts his kids after a nightmare

lex tries to butter up bruce

VIBE CHECK

sm au the siblings teasing eachother via ig

cuddling hc

fav fits on an s/o

you get drunk

stakeout shenanigans

they’re all stuck in the manor

poor farmboy clark

the bats but they’re in quarantine too

under quarentine

family photo shoot for alfred

bruce is v protective (abo fic but its only briefly mentioned)

dating the bats hc

bruce takes a truth serum and talks abt his kiddos

cass and dami have never seen princess bride

quarantine hc

take your kid to work day

more espresso less depresso

bruce gets parenting tips from his kids

do they get into fights?

time malfunction

bruce uses dad nicknames when hes tired

everyone knows that bruce has one bio child but which one is it

jason and duke interactions ft. the rest of them

being bffs with them

transdimentional bullshit

they dont l o o k t h e s a m e

fashion hc

shit talking and shenanigans

no YOUR the favourite

timmy likes to torture his family with milk

baby dami and his cats

the one where they all play animal crossing

family nights

operation child endangerment

water park races

terrible haircuts not terrible twos

touch starved s/o

suburban au

cass interpreting how bruce says ily

vacation hcs

what they’re like when they like you

nightmares at wayne manor

dami gets a nightmare and bruce comforts as best he can

things they’ve totally done in quarentine

what they’re like when their sleeping

playing among us

christmas blurbs

halloween blurbs

autumn blurbs

quote blurbs

how they comfort you when crying

memorable dates

with an s/o that has a snack pouch

stealing clothes from the boys

helping them with a nightmare

falling asleep with them

falling asleep on them

touch starved s/o

tiktok trends

4 times they broke into your house + the 1 time you let them in

warm touches

simple comforts

blurbs

how the batfam sleeps with and without you

halloween songfics

s/o had a rough day

lazy mornings

unhinged takes

#archive

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fishtre · 3 years

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*1 eternity later.jpg*

Oof -- I wasn't ready. You're not ready. X'D

So a few warnings before dwelling in this further:

Kemonomimi Hell is now an ABOverse.

I'm going to be a huge tease but no actual pairing will happen with Jason.

As for ABO tropes: no intersex or mpreg. I simply can't draw that so it's not a thing. Deepest lore TM I know.

Kemonomimi Hell is that AU where Jason presents as an omega and can’t be Robin anymore. Reside at the manor as a butler apprentice instead until he turns 18, age where he will no longer be bind to either Gotham’s social services or Bruce and his growing pack. Not a pro-batfam AU.

With that say, the "lore" below is completely irrevelant. Everything that matters is written above. The rest is just indigest rambling about woldbuilding for any ABO stuff I may work on one day or not. Enjoy it if that is your thing I’m sorry :

The Basics:

Ears/tails are the same colors as hairs or close enough. They turn gray/white with age. Dying ears/tail is a thing, some make very advanced patterns with that.

Canidae, Felidae and Rodents are how kemonomimis catalog their population. It’s based on their (presumed) origins.

Wolves, chacals, wild cats or rats (etc) are for them, what monkeys are to us.

Farm animals exist. Equidaes, birds,reptiles, fishes, insects are the only type of pets that can exist in this world. No kemonomimis share ancestry with any of them.

Cats (domestic) or dogs don’t exist.

History:

The "Rodents" classification didn’t exist through Antiquity. Anyone who didn’t descend from a canidae or felidae were conscidered their lesser and closer to animals. Something that possess a limited intelligence and/or lack a soul.

Medieval Times introduced the third group as this “everything that don’t fit in box 1 and 2 go there”- category in Europe. When the church finally recognized that lesser-species must possess a soul if they could love and worship God (The Sigma).

Example via Foxes:

Vixens popularity brought a “moral dilemma” to high society in the ancient world. Foxes were neither considered canidae or felidae back then. They were “animals” lacking a soul or intelligence. But more and more princes, politicians, philosophers or artists praised them as lovers or muses (hence why they are so presents in myths or folklore despite being a world-wide minority).

If it was tolerated (not accepted) for a felidae or canidae to have sex with "animals”, to use them for pleasure; falling in love or mating them was prohibed.

A proper alpha/omega cannot see their equal in an “animals” or serve them. Something that has no soul or little intelligence. Hence the “moral dilemma”.

In the end, the elite, politicians, philosophers and artists were horny fuckers with too much power and an exception was made for Foxes. Philosophers theorized their breed was the result of an ancient union between an unknow Feline and Canine to circle around the issue.

The category “Vulpes” become a thing to catalog Foxes and foxes-like apart. A select few other (weasels, squirrels) also ended up in this category over the years, for about the same reasons...

This “Vulpes privilege” ended with the medieval period in Europe (a bit later in Middle-East. Never really went “out of fashion” in Asia).

Puritanism and “Vulpes” didn’t mix well. Especially for Foxes, who had earned a strong association with mysticism, lies, schemes and all sort cautionary tales that painted them as pack breaker, seducer/tress that brought misfortune through popular culture and legends.

The term “Rodents” was coined in to replace “Vulpes” and regroup more “lesser” species by the church during Medieval Times.

With the development of sciences, foxes changed category once again mid-way through Renaissance and is considered part of the Canidae family since.

Genetic:

About offspring: one mate’s DNA will always over-write the other when it comes to determining the offspring’s specie (aka: their animal's traits). Result can wildly vary from one offspring to another.

Uncommon but not rare, offspring may acquire a robe that usually doesn’t exist in their species. (ex: Cat + Tiger = a cat but with a tiger’ robe, or a tiger with a black/blue/calicot/etc robe…)

Because genetic is a Russian roulette, offsprings can also take more after one of their grand-parent or grand-grandparents. Uncommon but not unheard of.

Mixed couples describe any couple where the partners are from two different specie family. (ex: Cat + Dog = Feliade + Canidae. Mice + Fox = Rodent + Canidae. etc…)

These couples often face issues with “infertility” (read: genetic incompatibility)

This is why Kemonomimis usually mate a partner from the same family as them. (ex: Tiger + Cat. Wolf + Dog. etc…)

Rodents, being a mixed bag of breeds with less of a scientific approach, their genetic compatibility is more difficult to sort out and there’s not much effort put into giving them a better classification atm.

Baldness is a very-very rare gene. Recessive hairline is more common.

Omegas aren’t naturally smaller, leaner or less aggressive than Alphas and vice versa… Most of them are because people have been selecting their spouse for millennia based on these beauty canons. The stigmatas and fetishes surrounding these stereotypes are still widespread in modern era, even if an awareness for this paradox exist too.

Trivia/culture:

Humans don’t exist. The name describes a mythical creature, or a disgraced/martyrs Kemonomimi whose tail and ears had been cut. An once common torture and a mark of shame if you survived it...

Hence, “Human” is also an insult meaning; 1) weak, estranged from one’s root, a traitor to their own kind… 2) someone’s playing the victim.

Angels, lamia, fairies, mermaids, centaurs, fauns are mythical Kemonomimis that supposedly descend from equidae, fishes, reptiles or birds. They’re all over in myths and very popular in modern fantasy.

Vocabulary: Pups, kittens, kins, etc… Instead of child/children. The term baby is ok. Male/Female instead of man/woman etc… Any word that is specific to mankind (ex: mankind, humanity…) doesn’t exist in their vocabulary.

Racism: is more tied to your breed than someone’s skin color. Passing on their genes or making the pack strive is what matter the most and the ear/tails define them more than anything else. Racism is rampant and has no frontiers here too.

Religion: Monotheism become the default since Medieval Times. God is know as the Sigma and that’s about the one thing all current religions have in common. Everything else around that concept greatly differs between branches/sects. People are less religious and agnostics/atheists are common nowadays.

Betas:

Biology: only Alpha and Omega exist. Everyone is slave to their hormones.

Medical: Beta refers to and hormonal status (a lack of hormone). It mostly concerns third age omegas or alphas. Hormones decreasing naturally as one grow older. People with deficient hormones will fall into that category. It’s the only acceptable uses for this term nowadays.

sociology: Beta can be a derogatory term associated with unattractiveness, aging, impotency, etc… So, it’s hard to not perceive it as an insult. It’s a slang to signal an unattractive A/O in some circles. The implications that a Beta is a lesser Alpha or a failed Omega are still very strong in popular culture too.

Ironically, Beta used to be a mark of honor for an alpha back in Antiquity. A recognition of strength, wisdom or loyalty. A legal designation for an alpha whom the leader trusted with their pack. The second in command that enforce the alpha’s orders in the pack, keep it in line.

There’s a cultural movement who try to rehabilitate that antique notion but it has to cohabit with the rest, so context/situation is very important when someone call you a/their Beta.

Sexism and sexuality :

LAST (*phew*) This is a no intersex or mpreg ABOverse, so gender matter just as much as the ABO designation.

(Female Alpha = FA, Male Omega = MO, etc...)

FA and MO’s ability as providers and parents are regarded with skepticism in most cultures.

In Occident, they were considered as a biological anomaly, thought to be prone to hysteria and/or to give birth to ill-pups until fairly recently.

Wealthy households had at least a MO to serve the house; a care taker/nanny for the elders or the pups. FA’s role was to govern the household in the main couple absence (and thus ruled over all servant, and sometime the MOs they served). They provided education to the pups.

FA were allowed to study just like MA. Most schools kept them separate. FA couldn’t postulate for the same positions as a MA however, though exception existed.

Omegas weren’t allowed an education unless they come from a wealthy pack. But even then, this education was restricted to “what omegas need to know”.

Omegas are the go-to caretakers for the younglings and elders within their pack, or can easily make carrier in those field.

Until mid-19th century, FA where the only female allowed to work or inherit.

Omegas weren’t allowed to inherit whatsoever. Their heritage went de-facto to the alpha legally “providing” for them. (spouse, parents, childrens, legal guardians, etc... )

Since Antiquity, there’s a (MA-centric) myth about MO solely existing as “breeding material whom cannot be breed”. Though a lot has changed since, this mentality isn’t too far gone either.

it could befall MOs employed by wealthy pack to take care of the alpha’s ruts or needs whenever they were widower or if their mate refused to or can’t have sex (quarrel, pregnancy, menstruation, illness…)

The wealtiest packs would go an extra-step and employ a young MO at their household, sometime letting them grew alongside their pups. Without a risk, alpha pups would spent their ruts on them and learn the ropes of knotting an omega. They often would stay in service as they grew older, acting as care taker and/or nanny for the next generation. It was considered a good position as you were given shelter and an education, especially if you were poor and/or landed in a good household.

An Alpha owning a (pretty) MO was an indicator of their social statuts and virility. In the same spirit, employing an FA showed that your pups were educated and that your pack was in order.

FA’s could occupy a similar function in a wealthy pack, but toward the omegas in the household. They could even take care of any mated FO’s heat if their mate allowed it.

FA mating a MO was always a non-issue. MA attraction toward a FA used to be seen as a deviance, unless the FA was rich or come from a famous pack. MO mating with a FO used to be a crime, taboos still exist for this union. In cultures were having an alpha pup is still a must, there a strong belief that a couple of omegas can’t possibly birth/raise a proper alpha (false).

Mating between two people with the same sex AND same designation is homosexuality. It’s either accepted or tolerated, and it still can get you outcast or killed in some packs/part of the world nowadays.

FA or MO often ends mating other FA or MO, due to centuries painting them as lesser desired partners and breeders.

#reply #kemonomimi hell AU

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kimberly-spirits13 · 3 years

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Roy Harper Dating HC (Request):

Batfam:

This guy is already experienced with the Batfam

He meets you through missions and then gets closer and closer without the help of Jason

That helps a lot since Jason can trust him more

jay knows that you have a good sense of placement and that you can take care of yourself

So he just gives his blessing and moves on

Roy is the kind of guy that Bruce doesn't want you dating

He's the bad boy the dads are always trying to keep their daughters away but eventually, over time Roy earns his trust and blessing more and more

It starts out with him taking you on nice, simple dates

From beach walks and junk food picnics to an amusement park and movies, he makes sure to spend time with you

After any very stressful week of solving cases and patrol, he pulls you onto the couch to watch stupid reality TV or Star Wars movies

Totally an older- classic movie fan as well

Dude's a fanboy to things and you cannot change my mind

he stays in the cave working on his arrows and technique while you either train or work cases

Always teasing you and flirting

If you get a costume change, he notices (like really notices 🙃)

When Bruce annoys you, Roy is the kind of person that'll throw his fingers up like the bat ears on Bruce's suit and mock him

*Roy running around chaotically* I AM VenGeAnCe, I AM THE NigHT, I AM BaTMAn

it's pretty funny but he'd rather die than be caught by anyone but you since that'd be scary if it were B and embarrassing if it were anyone else

Superfam:

This dude SLOW BURN ROMEO AND JULIET

Clark does not approve

Basically the only way that you can get to Roy is when you're on a mission or with the league

Maybe you'd also be hanging with the Batfam since that's a thing for the Super and Bat kids to do

Jon and Kon aint no snitches so they say NOTHING

Kon does make the pact with Roy that he won't say anything but if Roy hurts you, it's done for him

Clark is very sure to make sure that you're always safe and sound

Which is annoying

At first you only really see Roy as the player guy with issues whom your dad always said to stay away from

and of course Superman knows best so you went with it

Lois knew that you'd have a crush on him eventually

After months and months of slowly getting more and more comfortable with Roy, you two went on your first date

It was secret and you had to make sure that your dad would never know

The time that Clark finally accepted it was when you were shot with Kryptonite by Luthor

Clark was devastated that he couldn't get to you since he was tied up at the moment during the same mission a few blocks away

Roy was the first on the scene and extracted the bullet making sure to give you an antidote

It saved your life and Clark owed it to him

You're always hanging out now

he teaches you to shoot with his bow and is impressed when you already know since it's a farm thing

Though he does teach you things that you wouldn't've gotten at the farm

You'll fly him up into the air to practice bird's eye shooting

best team work

Basically your high school sweetheart turned long lasting romance

Speedsters:

Crack heads

you two are insanely chaotic all the time

Going everywhere

Doing everything

Basically you have weekly movie nights, always running around, road trips, insane patrols and missions

Like ya'll do be doin the most

Barry and the rest accept him and love him

Wally is already close with Roy and so he's cool with it

He trusts Roy

Roy basically has the time of his life every single day

Flirting and pun gods

You, Jason, Roy, Wally, Star, Artemis, and Bazzaro are basically the Outlaw Justice League which is pretty awesome

The Justice League but mouthier and more likely to flip off a diplomat

Not that they didn't deserve it

He always makes sure that there's food

Very very important because a hangry Speedster is a terrifying site

He's also prone to having a very might metabolism

So there's always food

He likes energy drinks and was terrified the first time that you got your hands on one

It was non-stop chaos and now he hides caffeine and everything energy drink wise from you

absolutely not happening

Green Lantern:

He is always hanging out with you and that's that

Best friends to lovers

always wants to know things about your ring

Literally makes you create a crossbow or bow and arrows so that he can saw he's used the Green Lantern's weapons

Just so that he can do that, that's the only reason

May or may not have convinced you to create a massive crossbow so he can launch himself at a villain or something stupidly dangerous that you didn't have time to say no to

Always playing pranks on each other whether that be basic pranks or full on elaborate kind of collapse on floor pranks from laughing

Roy always misses you on your missions outside of Earth and makes sure to ask tons of questions when you get back since sometimes the missions are actually really really cool

You drag him to the League's tower since you have to go there for briefings

The best road trip music taste

Just a random thing but he probably has great music

Just sayin

makes you watch old movies especially sci-fi even if you've already seen them

Immaculate tv show taste

You create some really awesome archery courses for him to run which really help with training

All request are completed and coming out within the next few days, went ahead and got this done since my best friend asked for it lmao but they are coming quickly and daily, plus the Dick and then Bruce series are to come

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awhitehead17 · 3 years

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Batfam Alphabet: H - Height

Summary: When Bruce brings a new kid home who happens to be taller than him, Tim isn’t pleased. He already gets relentless insults about his height from the others so adding someone else into the mix will not help, in fact it’s just rather mean. How could Bruce do this to him?

Enjoy! :D

“Absolutely not. Take him back. Get a refund.”

Everyone turns to look at Tim in disbelief as his protest cuts through the silence of the room. Tim pays them all little attention as he keeps his focus on the person directly in front of him.

The newest member of their dysfunctional family stands opposite Tim with a look of uncertainty on his face, probably caused by Tim’s rather blunt comment. Tim already knows all about Duke Thomas, he’s heard about him and has even read what little documents there are on him but this is the first time they are meeting in person. He had been away for the last two weeks on a Titan’s mission and only returned to the Manor that afternoon.

Just behind Duke, Bruce stands stiffly sending him a hard glare. “Tim, do we need to have a conversation?”

In a show of exaggeration, Tim pouts and sends a Bruce a betrayed look. “Yes Bruce. Let’s have a conversation, let’s talk about how this is just unfair of you to do this to me.”

The previous looks of disbelief turn into confusion but it’s Duke who speaks up first now looking both confused and upset. “Hey man, what did I do? This is the first time we’re meeting, surely I haven’t been able to piss you off already?”

At this point Tim has to bite back a grin. He’s only teasing Duke, he has absolutely nothing against the guy, everything he's heard is all positive and Tim honestly thinks he’s brave for willingly coming into the family as he is.

“Tim do you mind explaining yourself.” Bruce demands lowly. His adoptive father is sending him a disapproving look, clearly he isn’t clicking onto Tim’s teasing.

Waving his arms dramatically at Duke, Tim explains. “This is unfair because he’s taller than me! How could you bring someone into the family that’s taller than me Bruce, especially someone who is younger! I thought you loved me.”

A few beats of silence pass by as everyone comprehends Tim’s words. The confused looks revert back into the disbelieving looks but for a different reason this time.

From the right there’s a snort from Jason. “Oh my god I didn’t even notice it, Tim is still the smallest in the family!”

As Jason cackles, because the bastard loves taking the piss out of Tim’s height, Bruce suddenly looks resigned. He sighs before running a hand over his face and Tim bets he’s questioning why he ever thought it was a good idea to have kids.

“Aw,” Dick coos from the side, he’s grinning widely glancing at him and Duke, “Timmy is still the baby bird of the family.”

“That’s not true!” Tim protests, he wheels around to pin Dick with a look. “Damian, and now Duke, are in fact younger than me, making them the baby birds of the family.”

“Aw Timmy…” Dick makes his way over to Tim and before Tim could react, his oldest brother has him trapped in a hug. Dick locks his arms tightly around Tim’s neck and rests his head on top of Tim’s, clearly using his height to his advantage. Tim squawks in protest and tries to push him away with no avail.

“Technically speaking, isn’t Damian the shortest one out everyone?” Duke questions looking a little frazzled at everything going on.

“Yes, but not for much longer,” Jason answers him, “it’s already obvious the demon spawn will outgrow Timmy here. The kid’s eleven, he has at least another three or four growth spurts in him. And have you seen the size of Bruce? There's no way that kid is staying short.”

Tim wiggles in Dick’s grip, trying to move his head around so he could send Jason a glare. “Hey! I have at least another one in me.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Sure you do baby bird.”

“What about Cass, she’s smaller than Tim isn’t she?” Duke speaks up again. Tim appreciates the way he keeps bringing up other family members but it also goes to show he has a lot to learn about the way they operate in this family.

Dick gives him a squeeze and Tim grits his teeth, even throwing a punch into the man’s side in attempts to break free from the octopus grasp he’s locked in. He feels Dick shake his head. “Cass doesn’t count, she’s in her own category. Plus she doesn’t get annoyed about it like Tim does, with him we always get a reaction.”

Using all of his force this time, Tim jabs Dick in the stomach before kicking one of his knees, the man stumbles and Tim uses the advantage to finally break free from his grip. Scowling he steps away from him. “Because you’re all assholes that’s why.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “You’re the one that brought it up Tim, you were practically asking for the teasing this time round.”

All Tim could do was huff and cross his arms over his chest because he’s not wrong and Tim can’t exactly deny it.

“It doesn’t matter how tall you end up being or not being.” Bruce suddenly declares. Everyone turns to stare at him, having completely forgotten the man was even in the room. He had been silently watching them converse the entire time.

The man walks over to Tim and places a warm hand on his shoulder, sending him a supportive smile. “Unfortunately we cannot control our genes so we have to work with what we got and make up for what we don’t. You know this Tim, you need to stop letting your brother’s wind you up about it.”

Tim opens his mouth to object against his words but Bruce doesn’t seem to be interested in what he has to say because he gives his shoulder a squeeze and without further ado leaves the room. Tim blinks after him, taking a moment to register what just happened.

A silence falls over the room as the boys all look at one another and it soon becomes awkward as no one seems to know how to break it. In the end it’s Tim himself who breaks it, in a small voice he brings up the previous topic again.

“Being small can have its benefits I guess…” He weakly argues.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Jason mocks, either humouring Tim or simply finding another way to tease him.

“Like beating your fat ass for one.” Tim retorts, trying to not fall for the trap again. This kind of thing really does hit a nerve and make him go on the defensive side. It’s one of his insecurities, he can’t help it.

“Excuse you, I am not fat. This is all hard core muscles, you little twink.” Jason counters back, even standing up straighter as if his height will intimidate Tim.

Tim rolls his eyes at the display, he may be short yes, but he is far from intimidated by Jason’s height. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Alright enough.” Tim’s attention breaks away from Jason when Dick steps between them, intervening. “Enough with the dick measuring contest. As Bruce rightfully said, we work with what we’ve got and make up for what we don’t. Every height has its advantages and disadvantages.”

“Oh fuck off dickhead. That’s bullshit and you know it. We have to show Duke here how things get sorted here now he’s part of the family.” Jason says eyes narrowing at the oldest in the room.

“Real mature Jay,” Dick rolls his eyes, he glances at Duke afterwards, “this isn’t how things get sorted out between us, we’re better than this.”

Duke holds his hands up placatingly, “I don’t even think I want to know.”

“That’s probably a wise idea.”

Tim snorts. “Oh don’t worry about it, Jason here is just insecure because he knows that I can take him down. Even with my small size I can beat him.”

Jason points at him threateningly. “Is that a challenge replacement? Because I will take you down.”

“Will you now? And how would you do that, by sitting on me?”

“Right you little shit…”

Tim yelps as Jason lunges for him. He’s able to dart out of the way from being grabbed and has to dodge again when Jason lunges for him a second time. Knowing that Jason won’t stop until he’s had his revenge Tim dashes for the door to make his escape. As he exits the room he shouts over his shoulder. “Can your fat ass keep up? My smaller size allows me to be more agile than you!”

Jason yells in protest but Tim doesn’t pay attention to it, all he does it focus on getting as far away as he could.

Back in the room, Dick and Duke watch as Tim hurriedly exits the room with a furious Jason on his tail. Dick is unsurprised by the turn of events, having gotten used to this kind of thing a long time ago. Duke, on the other hand, blinks in bewilderment and concern. He opens and closes his mouth several times without saying anything as if he doesn’t know what to say.

Dick glances at him after a moment. “Don’t worry about it, this kind of thing happens all the time, you’ll get used to it.”

“So a simple conversation can turn into a fighting match?”

“Yeah pretty much.” Dick starts heading for the door, gesturing for Duke to follow him. “Come on, let’s go make sure they haven’t killed one another.”

Duke looks alarmed at that. “Wait don’t tell me that’s a thing we have to actually worry about!”

Dick could only laugh in response to that.

#batfam alphabet #Tim Drake #bruce wayne #Jason Todd #dick grayson #duke thomas #sibling relationship #sibling rivalry #batfam #humour #everyone makes fun of Tim's height #poor duke #he has no idea what he's in for #teasing #fanfiction

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timbourinedrakejr · 3 years

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Missing you

My secret Santa recipient was @moonlightstar64 !!! I saw you liked Mari being the bio!sibling of one of the Batfam, so I got a bit carried away with this big brother Jason fic, I hope you enjoy it!!! (Part 2 of the gift is here)

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Jason tapped his foot impatiently on the floor, and gave another over dramatic sigh, which gained multiple glares from his siblings. They were meant to be visiting the Marché de Noël at Notre Dame to do a bit of christmas shopping and get food, and he was starving.

But for some god forsaken reason his brothers were taking ages to get ready, and he was sick of waiting for them. He opened his mouth to give another complaint when Alfred cut him off, sending him a stern glare.

“If you cannot wait any longer Master Jason, I suggest you go on ahead and get something to eat and stop fussing. We will be along shortly.” It didn’t take much else for Jason to get the message, Alfred had had enough of his impatience and wanted him out.

With one short glare at the rest of his (incredibly slow) family, Jason turned and left the hotel, determined to make the walk to the market as quick as possible. It had just begun snowing again, and the sunlight was quickly disappearing, giving the streets of Paris a magical feel.

He would never admit it straight up, but he was actually enjoying the forced family vacation, even if his family infuriated him sometimes. It was the first year he’d ever actually accepted the invitation to join them, and despite all his worries, it’d been going surprisingly well.

The tradition to have a Christmas vacation had started a few years ago, when Alfred had decided that he’d had enough of missed Christmas dinners and that the whole family deserved to enjoy a holiday. Alfred had determined that the best way to fully remove the temptations of working over Christmas, would simply be to forcibly take Bruce out of Gotham altogether. Of course Bruce put up a fuss, and so did the rest of their workaholic family, but there was no fighting Alfred sometimes.

It didn’t stop most of them from bringing cases to work on, but it still gave them all a much needed break, as well as a whole lot of unspoilt ‘family bonding time’. Every year the location of the holiday changed, and this year Paris was decided on. As he walked along the streets, admiring how the strings of christmas lights glistened off the snow, he was glad he’d agreed to come this year.

He really was hungry though, and despite being so close to the market, he couldn’t wait to eat any longer. He spotted a small sign up ahead for a boulangerie patisserie, and the delicious smells and warm glow coming from inside, were enough to tempt Jason in.

As soon as he stepped in, his eyes darted straight to the display case, so distracted by his hunger that he almost didn’t notice how the shop assistance’s greeting abruptly cut off with a gasp.

Jason looked up to see what had caused their reaction, only to stop short himself, as his eyes landed on a girl with two familiar pigtails, who’s watering blue eyes were currently locked on him in shock.

“Jason?”

Marinette had never thought she would see Jason again. Not since she was 11 and saw the headline that had torn her heart in two, the one that had crushed all her hopes of one day being reunited with her brother.

When she was younger, freshly adopted and living in her new home in Paris, he was all she would ever talk about. Her parents would listen with a fond grin as she babbled on in broken french about how cool Jason was, and how much he would love it here, especially the food.

They had been separated after their mother had died, sent to different care homes despite all their protests. When her new parents had discovered that she had a brother, they had tried looking for him, only to find out Jason had run away a few weeks prior. Marinette had been heartbroken, but she knew deep down that Jason was looking for her, and one day they would see each other again.

Marinette had been a logical kid though, so she understood that the chance of Jason finding her in France, was extremely low. At best, Jason would be found and adopted by loving parents who would help him find her (which, knowing Gotham, was very unlikely), and at worst, he would have to wait until he was eighteen to look for her himself. She never even considered the possibility that he wouldn’t make it to eighteen.

Jason was a survivor. He was brave, kind, and always always looked out for her. Her mother had tried her best to take care of them both, Marinette knew that, but most of the time it was Jason looking after both of them. Jason had told her that she’d been the best Mom, before she got ill, and before their dad had made it worse, but Marinette was too young to remember the before.

All Marinette could remember was Jason. Jason was the one who cooked most nights, the one who made sure she was in bed on time, the one who got her ready for school each morning. He’d always try and protect her when their dad was in one of his moods, and always patched her up afterwards, no matter how much worse off he was.

No matter how bad some of her memories of Gotham were, Marinette didn’t want to forget Jason. So she did whatever she could to remember him. She told all her new friends about him, and insisted that her parents learnt how to make all his favourite foods.

She even kept her hair in the exact same style that Jason had always put it in. She’d used to complain that all the other girls had their hair in pretty styles, whilst hers was always boring and let down, so Jason had learnt how to do her hair. Granted, the only style he could do neatly were pigtails, but it was still better than nothing.

Every morning they would sit down, and Jason would brush her hair, making up grand tales for her whilst she sat quietly in awe. Those mornings were some of Marinette’s most cherished memories, so to make sure she never forgot, she got her Maman to teach her how to do them herself.

She wore them everyday, without fail, and would proudly tell anyone who commented on them, that it was for her brother. Marinette secretly hoped that it would also help Jason to recognise her when they were finally reunited.

It was also a habit for Marinette to watch the Gotham news every day. She still missed her old home despite how dangerous and corrupt it was, and watching it was a comfort, a way to keep in touch with her roots.

It was also how she found out that the adopted son of Bruce Wayne was killed in an explosion. She’d only been half paying attention, working on her homework whilst she waited for her parents to cook dinner, when she suddenly heard her brother’s name mentioned.

Her world had stopped as a picture of her brother, looking healthy and older in the arms of Bruce Wayne, was displayed on screen, with the newsreader calmly announcing his tragic death alongside it.

Marinette had been inconsolable for weeks, no amount of reassurance from her parents able to stop her tears. She spent days going through news articles, reading anything that mentioned her brother, saving every photo she could.

It hurt knowing that if she’d just paid more attention to Gotham, searched for her brother properly rather than just sit by and wait, she could’ve found him. Could’ve talked to him, let him meet her new family, meet his new family.

But now none of that was possible. Because he was dead and nothing could change that.

Marinette stopped watching Gothams news after that. She stopped talking about him because it hurt too much. She didn’t even tell Tikki at first, only telling her after she noticed the picture of him pinned to the wall next to her bed.

But despite how much the memories hurt now, Marinette still clung to them. The memories were the only things she had left of him, and even though it hurt too much to talk about, she didn’t want to pretend he didn’t ever exist.

So, even though she got teased for it being too childish, and even though it still stung to remember, she kept her hair in pigtails. A small reminder to herself to never forget, and to hold the good memories close.

Life had moved on, and even though Marinette still missed her brother, the pain wasn’t so raw anymore, feeling more like a dull ache rather than a bleeding wound. Still, Marinette always felt worse around the holidays, and liked to keep busy rather than dwell on the thought that Jason should be here, enjoying life, too.

The bakery was always hectic around the holidays, and gave Marinette the perfect excuse to busy herself and help out, often manning the till to give her parents a break.

It had been a miraculously quiet afternoon, which Marinette attributed to the local market, and she’d been doodling on a napkin when the bell chimed, indicating a customer. She’d straightened quickly, automatically greeting the customer, before she looked up and immediately froze.

Because standing in front of her, was what should’ve been a dead man. He looked older, as if he’d actually aged the last five years. She could see scars that weren’t there before, and his hair looked different, a streak of white in the front, but no matter all the changes, she was certain that was him.

That was Jason.

“Jay?”

She barely registered that she’d spoken, and her suspicions were confirmed when the man looked up in wide eyed shock. The tears that were forming in her eyes began to overflow as he replied, the Gotham accent as strong as ever.

“Nette?”

That was all it took for Marinette’s restraint to break, and she practically jumped the counter in her rush to get to him, to prove to herself that he was really there, and not just some akuma trick. But an akuma wouldn’t show her Jason all grown up, and he wouldn’t just be standing there looking like he was the one who’d just seen a ghost.

As soon as she was close enough, she threw herself at him, and clung on to him for dear life. Only a moment later she felt strong arms return the embrace, just as hard. She felt a million different emotions all buzzing through her head at once, but the clearest feeling of all was the pure relief.

She didn’t know how or why he was back and apparently alive, but at this moment, she did not care. Her brother was back, and he was here, and she was never gonna let him go.

“Never do that again,” she managed to choke out, her words muffled by how her face was pressed into Jason’s chest. “I don’t want to lose you ever again.”

Jason’s own words were almost just as tearful when he replied, pulling her closer as he did.

“I promise. I’ll never leave again.”

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Continuation of the story from Day 1, because you guys requested it enough that I started Thinking, lol.

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

Day 3: Siblings

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Dinner. One day after meeting her father for the first time. She had managed to postpone any sort of… socialization and emotional bonding, during their meeting earlier for everyone to choose from Marinette’s initial sketches for them and generally consult some more, by once again steamrolling everyone with Professionalism and Business Marinette.

But no longer. She couldn’t escape. Staring at a giant wooden, elaborate door like it was her pathway to Prison—

“Stop dramatizing everything in your head, Mari,” Adrien fondly scolded, gently rapping the side of her skull with one knuckle. “I got things to do, for your company I might add, so I can’t stay. But, you’ll be fine,” he leaned in, smirking at her and winking as he lowered his voice. “Besides, you’ve been through way worse than a little family reunion, Bugaboo. You’ve faced down way scarier people than the Waynes. You got this,” he encouraged before giving her a solid clap on the shoulder and a chaste kiss on the cheek, walking back towards their sleek but understated dark red car. Rented, of course, for the business trip, but nonetheless very nice.

Adrien had driver’s licenses for just about every major country. Marinette stopped questioning it a while ago.

She waited until he was gone before throwing her hands up. “Scarier people, he says. Like the Bat clan isn’t known for being some of the most intimidating heroes and vigilantes in the spotlight,” she grumbled. When she turned around, it was to the door already being open, and she jumped a bit in surprise. She hadn’t heard anyone answer the door, but sure enough Alfred Pennyworth stood there holding the door with a small smile, with Bruce Wayne and all of Marinette’s siblings gathered behind him. At least this time, nobody had their spouses or children. Every one of them was smirking, some more sharply than others (Damian).

“Would you like to come in, Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Alfred asked, waving his hand to gesture to the fact that there was plenty of room for her to enter. Blushing, she did just that, taking a breath and forcing herself to actually look at the family she had just met instead of down at her glossy navy blue pumps. Jason, the man with the white fringe in his hair. Second Robin, current Red Hood, her mind supplied, spoke up with a grin and his arms crossed over his chest.

“You don’t look so suave anymore, little Queenie,” he teased. Marinette instantly made a face, screwing up her nose.

“No. That nickname is vetoed. One of my friend’s nicknames is Queenie, and not only will she never let me live it down if she finds out someone called me that, but, just no,” Marinette dramatically shivered. “Most of my friends call me Princess nowadays anyway,” she shrugged. “Adrien started it, and it somehow caught on. It’s too much work to protest at this point.”

“You’re not good with crowds,” the soft spoken woman, Cassandra, decided to add. Marinette winced, shifting on her feet even as she followed the group to the dining room.

“Ehhh. I’ve gotten used to dealing with press and stuff, to a certain degree anyway considering my alias. And wearing my Business persona always helps in consultations. But, I’m not…” Marinette bit the inside of her cheek, clearly a little uncomfortable as she looked around. “The best at… actually talking to people outside of my small group of friends.”

Bruce sighed as most of his kids chuckled or snorted at that. Dick, the oldest but second-shortest of the men besides Tim, came over and draped an arm familiarly over Marinette’s shoulders. He still towered over her though, so he had to slouch a bit to do so.

“Ah, that would be the genetics. Let’s hope you stay where you are at instead of getting as bad at communication as B,” he told her cheerfully. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“What about Damian?”

“He’s even worse!”

“Tt,” said teenager tutted, rolling his eyes as they entered the dining room and he was able to come up to Marinette’s other side. “That was mostly how I was raised before I met Father. I have gotten a lot better than I used to be, Grayson.”

Dick gave him a smile, graciously relieving Marinette of the close contact in favor of rustling Damian’s hair despite the fact that the younger Wayne was taller than him already. “Yes, you sure have! But you still need improvement, baby bird.”

Soon enough, everyone managed to get seated around the large dining table. Bruce insisted that Marinette take one of the seats next to him at the head of the table, across from Damian, since this was her first family dinner. Dick sat next to her, Jason across from him, followed by Tim and Duke on Damian’s side of the table. On the other side of Dick sat Cassandra, and then Stephanie. Alfred served everyone before also taking a seat at the table, on the opposite end from Bruce.

And, true to BatFam tradition, everything was a little awkward for the first minute or two. Marinette didn’t know what to say, and nobody quite knew where to begin. Dick would normally start a conversation, but he was trying to glare into Bruce’s head a silent message of “talk to her, damn it.”

Finally seeming to get it, Bruce cleared his throat and turned to Marinette. “So, I wanted to ask. When do you find out about being my daughter?”

Several people around the table closed their eyes in mourning for Bruce’s social skills. Marinette though, just smiled in slight relief at the decision of how to start talking being taken from her.

“Oh. It was in stages, really. When I was ten, we started our unit in school on genetics. I don’t usually care enough about science to do much more than the school requires, but genetics captivated me for some reason. I researched it almost obsessively at home for a while, almost instantly realizing that there had to be a reason that I had blue eyes when none of the rest of my family did. After a week or two, I found my Maman and Papan’s adoption papers in their room,” she blushed, tugging on one end of her bangs, which she had framing her face since she was wearing her hair down that day. “I uh… I’ve always been a little nosy. I never told them that I found the papers, to me it was just the answer I needed. I didn’t think about it at all after that, and my obsession over genetics went away. It wasn’t until I was thirteen that I decided to look into my birth parents,” Marinette sighed, shoving a bite of food in her mouth to buy her time before continuing. Everyone was focused on her, and it was a little unsettling. Every one of them had a sharper gaze than a normal person, and it made her feel like she was made of glass and everyone else could see right through her. “I was going through a lot, back then. I wanted someone to be mad at, I wanted to be able to blame my DNA for the things that had happened.”

“Things?” Bruce interrupted, back straight and eyebrows drawn down. “What things?” Marinette giggled, tilting her head instead of answering and just letting her eyes study him. Bruce Wayne, Batman, the Dark Knight. Original vigilante of Gotham city, one of the founding members of the Justice League. Famous for his secrecy, intimidating presence, and intelligence. Then she switched her gaze, one by one, to everyone else at the table before leaning back and taking a sip of her soda.

“Do you guys know anything about the situation Paris experienced for four years?” She asked, instead of directly answering. It was Tim who frowned, leaning forward to look at her and reply.

“I heard very vague rumors of weird things, but nothing concrete enough to investigate. What happened?”

Marinette hummed, deciding to sum it up for them. “The short version? When I was thirteen, a classmate of mine spontaneously turned into a giant rock monster and destroyed a good portion of the city. Turns out, that was the first of many attacks by our city’s very own supervillain, Hawkmoth. He had a magical artifact that allowed him to take advantage of anyone’s negative emotions to give them powers and brainwash them into being, essentially, temporary villains that he used for his own means. Two heroes showed up out of nowhere, powered by similar magical artifacts, to combat him and free the people he corrupted. Ladybug and Chat Noir, the original Parisian heroes and the leaders of the team that later had to form.”

Jason frowned, along with everyone else at the table. Finally, it was Duke who asked:

“How did we not know about villains in Paris?” To which Marinette just gave him a dangerously wicked smirk that was far too similar to Damian’s for anyone’s comfort.

“Because I do my job,” she told him flatly, sipping from her cup as everyone stared at her in various amounts of shock. “That’s why finding out that my biological father was Batman made so much sense. That’s why I wanted to find out who my birth parents were. I wanted to blame the heroism on genetics. And, it doesn’t look like I was exactly wrong.”

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Yeah, that was how her first family dinner and subsequent identity reveal went.

Luckily, considering that Bruce had hired MDC for a pretty long job, Marinette was able to finish school online instead of going back to Paris for it. There was no real need anyway, they had defeated Hawkmoth and gotten Adrien emancipated so for now it was calm in Paris. They didn’t need their heroes anymore, for the time being. This meant that Marinette and Adrien, along with a few employees that helped measure and cut fabric and do secretarial duties they needed help with, got to stay in Gotham while Marinette went back and forth to Wayne manor, Wayne Tower, and back to their temporary home.

After about a month, Marinette was comfortable enough with the Waynes that she found herself lounging in the bat cave as she sketched, though she kept raising her eyes to the glass tubes that held old uniforms. Damian was sat across from her, essentially laying out over two chairs while he played some game upside down on his phone. He might usually be a cold brat, even for a sixteen year old, but even he liked to abuse the way furniture should be used and ignore the world via technology.

But he still caught her constantly wandering gaze.

“You don’t like them.”

“They suck!” Marinette immediately agreed, slamming her sketchbook on the metal briefing table. “Your Robin outfit is the only passable one there is! The colors aren’t even the issue, even high fashion designers can appreciate a good color clash moment. But what was Father thinking?! Putting Grayson in that glorified onesie— why are there no pants?! Jason’s at least as a cape that can cocoon his body and prevent anyone from seeing the disaster beneath. I should thank Tim for at least upgrading the suit to having pants, but he still kept the outside-underwear look that I cannot forgive. The attempt at fashion, though, is appreciated. Disappointing, but appreciated.”

“That pretty much sums them all up,” Damian quipped, getting a snort of amusement out of his sister. Maybe that was one thing he had grown to like about her. She didn’t reprimand him for his sense of humor, and usually she even laughed along. The more morbid humor would get a playful shove and a glare, but no real animosity. And she understood him on a different level, too. One he appreciated even more.

“You said, yesterday, that the Cure brings back everyone who dies during a Miraculous-related incident,” Damian spoke up again after a moment, pointedly not looking at her. “Did you ever count?”

Marinette, this being one of the reasons he was quickly growing fond of her, immediately understood. She sighed, closing her notebook. She might have only been two years his elder, but she had had what felt like a lifetime of more experiences than he did, usually in the friendship and social department though. They were roughly equal in their heroism experience, which was weird to think about, but Damian still valued her input. It was different from the rest of the family.

“It was different in Paris than it would be for anyone else. I didn’t keep track of the number of people who died,” she finally answered, taking her hair out of its work bun and running her hands through the midnight black locks. “But I kept track of how often. Since nobody remembered their deaths, I guess I felt it was my responsibility to remember my failures for them. My former best friend, Alya. Over the course of those four years, she died seventeen times. Her boyfriend, Nino, died fourteen. The Mayor died three times. Chloe, my current friend and former bully, died twenty-two times,” she grimaced at Damian’s shocked expression, nodding grimly. “During those first two, maybe two and a half years, she was one of the primary Akuma targets. She was still either an active bully or in the beginning of trying to change for the better, so she caused a lot of negative emotions everywhere she went. Things got better once she matured a bit, though. Anyway, there’s this girl I used to babysit. Manon. She died five times before she was even ten years old,” Marinette shook her head, that look of age and exhaustion that Damian saw in every Wayne and every hero he had ever fought with seeping into her eyes. “My parents, they died thirty-seven times. They were constantly worried about me, and ran into danger on several occasions trying to find and keep me safe. But I could never tell them who I was. I physically could. I had the power to sit them down and say; Hey, I’m Ladybug. Stop running out and getting yourselves killed. But I never did. I valued my identity first. So I usually ended up seeing, in the middle of a fight, one or both of them squished under falling debris. Or drowned. Frozen solid. Burned alive,” she paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “So no. I don’t understand what it was like for you, to count bodies as you felled them. But hell, if it doesn’t feel like I should. Logic doesn’t mean much in the face of emotion, especially guilt. I know I didn’t kill the people I care about, but every single one of their deaths weighs on me like I was the one that caused it.”

Damian nodded, and they shared a few moments of peaceful, contemplative silence as they both ruminated on their less than pleasant memories without fear of being yelled at for what those memories contained.

“But, I do have a secret,” she admitted softly, attracting her brother’s emerald-eyed attention again. The normally cheerful woman was much more subdued even than before, sapphire irises self conscious and vulnerable, which was rare. She licked her lips, even more rare considering her love of her light pink lipstick, and moved off her chair so that she was, instead, sitting on the cold stone floor. Without hesitation, Damian joined her.

“Technically, it didn’t happen. It was a timeline that my friend, the one who I gave the snake Miraculous, essentially erased when he reversed time. But I remember it even though I shouldn’t. How could I forget?”

“You took a life,” Damian whispered, grimacing in empathy. “First time?”

“And the second, and the fifth,” she admitted. “Viperion had to try seven times before I stopped repeating it. But it was always the same person, back during our final battle. I killed Gabriel Agreste seven times. But nobody but me and Luca will ever remember.”

Damian and Marinette both knew it wasn’t the same as Damian’s childhood. They both knew that they would likely never fully understand one another’s trauma. Not the nuances of it. But they did understand the important parts, the broad strokes. Despite their vastly different lives, they understood the big parts that shaped one another.

That was why Damian took to her so quickly. If he had been younger and still bratty, naive, and angry at everything, then it would be a different story entirely. But he was matured, more willing to let himself feel sympathy. And that made the difference.

“You never forget the first person,” he remarked.

“No matter the age or timeline,” she agreed. “I saw how hard it was to stop. How sickeningly addictive it can be, but I hate what it makes me more than I like how it feels.”

“... me too,” Damian whispered. “Me too.”

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“Wooo!” Marinette cheered as she flew through the air, her hands latching onto Dick’s. There was no audience, but there didn’t need to be. Just the two of them, doing a routine that they’ve been working on during the few chances they had for the past several weeks. Marinette had never done trapeze before Dick helped her learn, but her time swinging through Paris streets helped tremendously alongside her general Gymnastics experience.

Marinette and Dick flipped through the air, swinging from bar to bar, Dick occasionally catching and tossing her again. They soared through the air, both curling through two flips before landing on their respective platforms with matching wide smiles. Marinette, chest heaving a bit since she was slightly out of shape (meaning that she wasn’t at all out of shape, only out of practice when it came to swinging through the air for any length of time. There’s a difference). She met Dick on the floor, who proceeded to ruffle her hair happily.

“That was awesome! Looks like you finally got the routine down,” he praised. She laughed, elbowing him.

“I bet I’m better on the balance beam,” she challenged, making Dick grin widely.

“Oh you are on!”

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“Ya ever died before?” Jason asked, making Marinette chuckle.

“Two-hundred and eighty-seven times.”

“You started as Ladybug at thirteen, right?”

“Yup. No training or mentor for the first year either.”

“Yeah, then that sounds about right. Wanna go break all the traffic laws?”

“Only if we take your bike.”

“Fuckin’ Duh. What else?”

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“You stalked Adrien?” Tim asked, smirking that insufferable smirk of his. Marinette groaned, flopping back onto the sofa.

“No! I didn’t mean it that way, anyway. I just took a lot of pictures and spied on him.”

“Yup. You’re Bruce’s kid,” he remarked, tapping away at his laptop. Marinette narrowed her eyes.

“You have noooo place to judge, Mister ‘Dick Grayson is the only person alive who can do four somersaults in the air!’ And ‘Yes, I‘ve known that you are batman since I was eight. Look at all these pictures I took when I— what was your terminology again?”

Tim rolled his eyes, but a grin was peeking through. “Yeah, yeah.”

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Four months later, and Marinette was staring down at all the garment bags she had painstakingly filled. Outfits for every single one of her new family members. It took a while, but they were ready for the Wayne Gala. Adrien slung am arm over her shoulder.

“You’ve outdone yourself again, Princess,” he praised, grinning at the array of coveted outfits they were about to transport. “But one teensy weeny, tiny little thing.”

“What is it, Chaton?”

Adrien grinned. “Do you have a dress for yourself? Bruce invited you, too, didn’t he?”

Marinette’s face drained of color, right as a knock sounded on the door. Adrien, seeing as Marinette was so far into Panic Mode that she could not be reached at the moment, went to open the door. A second later, plastic was all Marinette could see. Blinking, she raised her head.

It was Cass, holding out a pink garment bag with Marinette’s name on it.

“Thought you would forget,” was all the other woman offered as explanation. Marinette, after gaping for a moment, slowly took the bag from her. Cass smirked. “Present from WE.”

Marinette laughed.

“You guys are the best.”

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