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tsuvvy · 4 months

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Reader is injured during a fight with Bane and they refuse to seek medical attention. They hide their wounds from their batfamily and try to heal on their own. However, their condition worsens and they collapse in front of the batfamily. (Reader is the youngest tooo??)

Needing Help Isn’t a Weakness

Pairing: Platonic Batfamily x youngest adopted reader (A little more focus on Damian cause I want to be his little sibling so badly)

Warnings: Mentions of harm, violence, blood, passing out/fainting/collapsing, like one cuss word close to the end

Bane was a nightmare. An idiotic, annoying, nightmare. The guy basically threw you around like a ragdoll. You’d think he had it out for you the way he seemingly targeted specifically you. You’d sustained quite a few injuries by time the fight with the villain was over.

You were leaning over, your hands on your knees to support you. You almost felt what you thought might be your heart seemingly dropping to your stomach at the sight of the gash on your side. You hadn’t even noticed it. You must have been in shock, because the realization of even having it made it start to hurt. You could feel the blood seeping from the wound.

“Hey, are you okay?” Tim asks worriedly, coming to your side after having seen the heavy hits you had been taking in the battle against Bane.

You moved your cape, hiding your side in a way you usually liked to do, even when not injured. “I’m good,” You told him non-chalantly. You were lucky for the habit with the cape, cause Tim might have had a moment of wanting to continue prying on if you were okay, but he left it be.

You’d lied to everyone that asked if you were okay, giving them thumbs ups and ‘I’m okay’s. You rushed to your room, saying you were so tuckered out from the fighting and could do with a good nights rest. You were a little surprised that the family full of masked vigilante detectives didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. But that was until you got to just shy of maybe 7 or 10 steps away from your room.

“What’s your problem?” Damian spoke from behind you, his arms crossed over his chest, his tone accusatory and suspicious. You could almost feel how his gaze narrow on you from behind.

He had seen how you had clutched your side for a moment before letting your arm fall when you heard him.

“Nothing,” You had calmed yourself down, turning your body halfway to look at your older brother. “I don’t have a problem.”

Damian stared at you for a little while. And you stared back. The two of you caught in some kind of staring contest.

“You know you can tell me if you do, right?” Damian asked, his expression softening slightly, “I might be distant, but I’m still your older brother-”

“Adopted. Older brother.” You quickly added on. You had been adopted only recently, not having really taken to the family quite yet. “I don’t need your help or your pity, Damian.” You sighed, turning away.

Damian had stayed in the hallway for a little while, watching you walk into your room. And he heard the lock sound after you closed it.

But he didn’t see how you bit your lip and closed your eyes tight as the pain from the gash on your side radiated throughout your whole body. It was a struggle to get the vigilante uniform off, and even more of a struggled to try and bandage it yourself. You knew the gash needed professional attention, but why do you need anyone else’s help? You didn’t need Tim, Damian, Cassandra, Barbara, Dick, Jason, Bruce, or Alfred’s help.

It made sense why Bruce adopted you. He had a thing for adopting traumatized kids, and you didn’t seem to be any exception to that. You’ve been alone for so long. You’ve fought by yourself, stole by yourself, survived by yourself, and you’ve patched yourself up before by yourself. So why couldn’t you patch this wound?

But you couldn’t deny the flitting moment of thinking to going to any of the bat family for help when you let out mutters of pained whines and cusses as while you sporadically poured the 99% alcohol over it to ‘clean’ it. But that thought was quickly pushed to the side after the alcohol and cleaning part. You messily applied the bandage around the gash. If someone asked if you knew what you were truly doing, you’d be lying if you said yes.

Everything hurt. All of the wounds inflicted by Bane started taking precedence. But the gash most of all over all of them. Your legs and arms were sore, you had a headache, the cuts on your hands and face were stinging. It’s a miracle that you even made it to bed. You somehow got the strength to take a pain pill, and of course, to no surprise, you passed right out.

Luckily your bleeding had stopped not long before you took the pain pill, so you were able to survive the night the best you could with the most amount of sleep you could manage you get. Which was’t a lot..

When you awoke, everything was blurry, and bright, and your headache was back. And your side was just radiating with pain. You let out a whine of pain as you managed to sit up. You really hadn’t thought about how much pain you might be in in the morning.

You pushed yourself out of bed, and basically fell into the door of your room. You moved your hand to the doorknob, unlocking the door and turning the handle. You almost fell when the door you were leaning all of your weight against opened more abruptly than you thought. You managed to catch yourself by grabbing onto the door frame. A silent scream of pain leaving your lips.

Somehow, you also managed to use the wall to walk throughout the house, keeping a hand on the wall while you not even walked. I’d say.. Shuffled or scooted might be a better way to describe how you moved.

You were basically hugging the bannister while you slowly shuffled down the stairs. You could feel the blood soaking the already somewhat soaked bandages. Though you were wearing a thick long sleeved gray sweater with pajama pants.

“Y/n?” Dick questioned, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw you, “You okay?”

You were disoriented. You looked around, but it felt like you weren’t. Everything was a blur, all you heard was static in your ears. Everyone was staring at you with worry. But you couldn’t make that out. All you could make out was how everything began turning on it’s side before everything went black.

“Y/n!” A good majority of people screamed in worry while they watched you fall. Luckily, Jason was close enough to catch you.

You groaned, more of a whine of pain, actually.. It took almost everything out of you to peel your eyelids open. The cieling was weird. The medical equipment next to you was weird. You felt weird. You were in so much pain..

“It’s a miracle she lasted as long as she did with the poor bandaging job they did,” You heard a sigh from nearby. You looked over tiredly to see Barabara was the one that sighed while she had been talking to Dick and Tim.

“Y/n?” Everyone looked towards the opening in the curtain. It was Damian, and he was staring at you. His eyes wide yet worried set on you. “Y/n!” He said, but a bit louder and more enthusiastic in a way. Damian rushed to your side of the medical bed, grabbing your hand with a gentleness that was strange. Barabara, Dick, and Tim had made their way to your other side.

“She’s awake?” Jason questioned as him, Cassandra and Bruce came in as well.

“You are an idiot, l/n,” Damian told you, sending you a glare. But it was different. It looked more emotional. And you guessed it might have been a worried glare considering how his grip on your hand tightened.

“Seriously,” Jason started, he was standing behind Damian, “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you seriously so stubborn you won’t ask anyone for help with something you clearly need help with?”

Honestly, you felt stunned and confused. You looked around at everyone. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn’t realize how your grip on Damian’s hand tightened.

“I don’t need help…” Was all you could mutter out, barely above a whisper.

“You’re kidding, right?” Tim deadpanned.

“With all do respect, Ms/Mr/Mx. Y/n,” Alfred appeared in the doorway, bringing little sliders for you to eat. He placed them on a little table next to the medical bed you were laid in. “But you collapsed from severe bloodloss, exhaustion, and because of the pain you were in,” You listened to him intently. Alfred was one of the only family members to be rewarded with such treatment for you, “I’m afraid the gash you had acquired on your side would have killed you if it was left not professionally treated.. And I must also say, dumping 99% alcohol onto a wound is very reckless.” The old man sighed.

You puffed out your cheeks and looked away from him. Your cheeks had colored in embarrassment.

“Y/n,” Barbara took your other hand, “I know it was hard growing up alone, you’ve been conditioned to not accepting other’s help.” She sighed, reaching up to move some of your hair out of your face with a gentle touch. “But needing help isn’t a weakness..”

“She’s right!” Dick spoke up, “It’s actually pretty honorable to know your limits and ask for help.”

“Come on, give them some space!” Bruce spoke up, noticing how everyone seemed to be crowding you. Barbara backed away from your side, your hand falling out of her’s. Damian however stayed at your side, keeping his grip on her hand tight and protective. Damian hadn’t always been the nicest, but he cared for you. Part of him felt the need to protect you. You’re his younger sibling, whether you were adopted or not, it didn’t matter.

“I am proud of you, Y/n,” Bruce patted your head. Your eyes widened, you weren’t sure what to say to such a gesture from the guy. “You need to learn that we all care for you and your wellbeing, we want you safe and happy. So next time you are injured as badly as you were, I do not want to be seeing you collapsing because of your stubborn pride.” He scolded you gently, “That understood?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, “Yes sir..”

“Alright, good.” He smiled gently and subtly.

“This was great and all,” Jason spoke up, “But I gotta get going,” He rested his hand on your head, ruffling your hair gently yet annoyingly, “Be safe, don’t do stupid shit anymore, kay?” He didn’t wait for you to answer before he left. And after him, everyone else started trickling out with their own goodbyes and see you laters. But Damian remained at your side.

The two of you sat in silence. You looked to the open curtain when Titus came into the room and hopped up onto your medical bed. He had rested his hand on your lap, and you began to pet him with the hand Damian hadn’t been holding

“Never again,” You heard Damian say.

“Huh?” You looked at him.

“Never do something stupid like that again..” He sounded angry, but also worried.. You stared at him for a second, your hand on Titus’ head coming to a halt.

“I’m sorry..” You muttered. Damian didn’t respond for a second.

“Don’t apologize, I understand your reasoning behind why you did it. Just don’t do it again.”

“Alright..” You said softly.

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 2 months

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Supersons +1 propmt fill Part3 Tr3s

The sprinklers activated in an instant and covered the centre in a deluge of water. Whatever scientists remained scrambled to recover what remained of their creations before the water could irrevocably damage them. In a hidden corner, one Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent made knowing glances to each other, a mutual agreement reached in seconds after decades of friendship. With the help of a crowbar, the men quickly pry open one of the exit doors, making way for panicked civilians to exit the premises, 'Brucie' giving comfort to those distressed by the recent events. It wasn't long before they had to make themselves scarce. They had their sons to rescue, there was no time!

As Bruce and Clark snuck out into the empty hallway, having been quickly evacuated by a Gothamite's natural self-preservation instinct and discipline from years of attacks. They nodded, and went their seperate ways. Clark to go change into his Superman outfit, and Bruce to calm the inevitable deluge of reporters before changing into his own costume.

Cameras flashed over the front entrance to the event, blinding the last few stragglers to leave, and Bruce, standing tall against the crashing sea.

"Mr Wayne! What can you tell us about the new villain that Joker has teamed up with?"

"Mr Wayne, how does Wayne Industries intent to secure future events from attacks on this scale?"

"Where is Damian Wayne? Sir how can Wayne Industries secure the future of Gotham if you cannot protect your own children?"

"Mr Wayne is it true that you allowed Jack Fenton to attend the event despite knowing he was a quack?"

And on and on and on. Bruce never intended to give these people what they wanted. He had children to save, and investigations to conduct. Before he could excuse himself, however, a roaring boom echoed down the street like summer thunder. Reporters screamed as they trampled over each other to escape the path of a silver behemoth charging down the road. Thick metal plates lined its exterior. A large satellite dish adorned its top, and jutting out from the sides were massive guns. The van sported too many OSHA violations to be anything less than a tank on four wheels than any civilian vehicle. Batman will have to crack down on whatever corrupt whitecollar criminals allowed this monstrosity on the roads.

The van charged right up to where Bruce was standing on the pavement, before coming to a terrifyingly rapid halt, so sudden that the entire vehicle jerked forward from its momentum. It would have been cartoonish if it hadn't stopped cleanly right in front of him. The front door slammed open, and a pair of black-gloved hands grabbed Bruce by the shoulder. In public surrounded by cameras, Bruce was helpless but to comply.

"BRUCIE WAYNE! I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!"

Bruce scanned the interior of the van in an instant, clocking in the undignified Clark Kent clinging to his seat like a child to their parents leg, tie messed up and suit creased. His classes were crooked on his face. "He just scooped me up like I was paper mache, Bruce!" The man's voice was shaking.

"Strap in Brucie, because the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle cares for no trivial matters like traffic laws, or even physics laws!"

What kind of branding was this? "The Fenton Family wha-" Jack slammed the gas. The GAV rocketed into max gear in an instant. The force threw the poor man off his feet. Bruce went hurtling into the backside of the GAV and crashed with a bang. The G-forces kept him glued to the wall like a black-suited starfish, at least until Clark extended an arm to peel him off.

"I'm starting to think you might be right about him being a supervillain." Clark whispered.

Bruce grimly nodded.

"Alright so now that we're all together, here's the plan folks!" Jack said, tone all too cheerful for the chaos he was creating on the road. Innocent cars swerved out of the way of the advancing war machine. Pedestrians clung to lampposts and fences as gale force winds blasted them from its wake. "Let's start with the bad news: Our kids have been spirited away by suffering spooks! The good news: The Fenton Radar works!" Jack tapped on a screen on the van's console, showing two beeping dots on a radar map.

"BUILDING!" Clark yelled. They were rocketing right into a townhouse.

Jack yanked the wheel to the left. The GAV turned 90 degrees in about half a second, turning both passengers into ragdolls thrown across the side. On the outside, a subtle Superman-shaped dent was visible. "Thanks for that, Clarkie! Now I'm sure you guys aren't as experienced as me and my lovely wife Maddie are in hunting ghosts, but don't worry! I can give you a crash course."

"Please don't say crash course." Clark quivered.

"Could you maybe slow down?!" Bruce yelled over the roaring engines.

"No can do, Brucie! Any slower and the GHOSTS will leave the Fenton Radar's range, and then we'll never get our kids back!"

"I think I'm going to be sick." So Kryptonians can get nausea from high-speed vehicles, interesting. He'll have to update his file.

"The Joker and his associates entered your portal and set it to blow, how can we even get the kids back if they're on the other side!"

Jack turned around with a smile. "That's what the Fenton PortaPortal version 2 is for! Never leave home without a spare, my grandpa Fenton always said!"

"Dr Fenton, that bridge was destroyed in a gang fight!" Bruce shouted. Construction workers were already scattering, but a thick concrete barrier stood in their way.

"No need to worry, Fenton engineering can handle a little hole here or there!"

"The entire bridge was destroyed, we're going to fall off!"

"I love your sense of humour Brucie, but even if we did it wouldn't matter!"

"I really think it does, Dr Fenton!" Clark gripped the bottom of the nearby seat hard enuogh to dent.

"Nonsense, watch this!" Jack pushed the gas even further, as if that was even possible. The GAV reduced the concrete barrior to smithereens. "Go go Fenton Famliy Ghost Assault Vehicle: Aerial Mode!" The mad scientist's shouted in glee. He pulled another lever, activating a pair of wings from the sides.

Clark would deny screaming like a girl to the end of his days.

~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in the Zone...

Danny shifted nervously in his position, atop the swarm of Lydia's bats, and flanked by the freaking Joker of all people on one side and Freaking Freakshow on the other. What did he do to deserve this?

If It was just the Joker and Freakshow, he would just happily transform and kick the snot out of these clowns, but sadly he's not alone.

Also tied up with rope both human and ghostly were one Damian Wayne and Jon Kent, the former of which looked none too pleased about the current situation. While Damian spat vitriol upon the Joker and his "D-list half-rate assisstant," with man himself largely ignoring his words to fawn over the chaos of the Realms, Danny contemplated his options. Good news: Freakshow hadn't blown his secret yet, which was cold comfort for the moment, seeing as if he had, he'd just be able to punch these suckers and be done with it, but nooo. Maybe he could overshadow the other boys and hypnotise them into forgetting? Was that a thing that can be done? Would've been convenient, and because of that, Danny suspected it's wishful thinking. If it worked, great, if it didn't work, well Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne have ties to the Justice League, who have ties to the government, who hire the GiW, so there's a non-zero percent chance such a stunt would end up with him on a dissection table.

Which means he's left playing the waiting game, spectating the Joker jumping up and down like a fangirl over all the green, and purple, and fighting, and death. First day in Gotham, guys.

"Psst." Jon whispered to him.

Danny said nothing, but leaned a little on Jon's side.

"Don't worry, we're gonna be ok, I'm sure the J-J-Justice League will be here. Just sit t-t-tight, ok?"

Wow, that was really touching that he was trying to comfort Danny, but the ghostly part of him didn't even need to feel Jon's shaking, or hear his stutter to know the kid was absolutely terrified. Now that he thought about it, it really should be him doing the comforting.

"Eh I wouldn't hedge my bets on it." Causing the other boy to squeak in fear. Curse you, snark instinct. Why can't you be heroic and reassuring instead.

"Neither would I, boy." Freakshow said, almost like he was rubbing in just how much danger his secret was in.

"You will unhand us, or you will know the meaning of pain in every sense of the world. This I tell you. I will feed you to my chickens. I will cut up your flesh and grind it into paste and then fertilise my vegetable garden with it. You will regret crossing me."

Jon let out the faintest whisper, something Danny would've never heard if he wasn't a ghost, and a master of quiet sounds. "Really selling the normal kid act here, Damian."

"On the contrary, lovely chlidren, I believe it is you who will soon become ghosts. NEYEHEHEYEHEH" Oh god here comes the gratuitous laughter. "I can't believe such a t~~tttttTANTALISING opportunity has been out there for me this whole time! AHAHAHAHAAH. And for you, my little children, to have come to this wonderful little science expo alongside your dear old daddies only to become part of the exhibit?" The Joker cracked into laughter, slapping his knees and collapsing in fitful giggles.

Each of the free boys gulped, each of them considering how to save the apparent civilian(s) among them without exposing themselves...

@impyssadobsessions

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missbluesunflowersstuff · 2 months

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I think the only right way for Damian to become Batman is much slower than everyone thinks

Just image: Damian in the future as a veterinary student, slowly distancing himself from the world of vigilantes and Bruce, an old man, with aching and tired bones, who has suffered with chronic pain for years (you'll have to take chronic pain Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd headcanon from my cold dead hands) getting ready to go on patrol once again. There are a series of murders happening and he wants to investigate

And Damian goes into the cave (maybe to take care of Batcow) and see the scene. He feels sorry for his father, Bruce's love for Gotham cursed him and now Gotham was slowly killing him. Then Damian calmly approaches and gently pushes his father into the chair. And in a tired voice Damian says:

“Leave this to me today, father, take your medicine and rest.” "No, Damian. You have to go to college today"

"Gotham is my city too, they're my people too...and they still need Batman"

Damian also knows that Dick has his own city to worry about; that Jason is busy on some mission around the world; that Steph is too tired for this; that Tim is too attached to the Robin mantle for that; that Duke recently had a child with his wife; that Cassandra is now a renowned ballet teacher and Damian doesn't want to get in the way of his siblings' lifes. He knows that if he asked, someone would accept, but everyone is so happy now, it took so long for them to reach that moment... Damian then decides to sacrifice himself that night.

Only that night

He will becomes Batman just that night, so his father can rest, he makes it clear that he will only do it that night

"Don't get used to it, father, it's just for today"

But that news spreads like fire. Even Jon and the other heroes start to inform Damian about things that happen (Batman still is very important in the Justice League) and Damian? Damian ignores

He goes through the messages, emails and claims he only did it once and never again. He forwards everything to Bruce, not wanting to get more involved than is convenient

but then the next month, Bruce has another rough night and Damian takes up the mantle again. This becomes a strange habit between the two of them, slowly and silence, one night a week... two nights a week...

The biggest change happens when Bruce is seriously injured fighting someone much stronger (and younger) in the sewers of Gotham. Damian had an important test at college and Bruce didn't want to call him, it wasn't fair to push that on Damian when the boy made it clear that he didn't want the mantle. So Bruce lies there for hours, in the midst of pain and dirt trying to reorganize his mind until Damian appears, the youngest son noticed that his father hadn't come home yet so he got worried and went after him.

Damian and Bruce open a pact that night, Bruce would stay in the cave supervising and Damian would work in the field

This works very well at first but soon Damian comes home to see his father sleeping, and it becomes a routine. Damian is happy that his father trusts him enough to sleep while his son is on patrol, that's good

the truth only shocks Damian when at a league meeting Jon refers to him as Batman, not Robin or Damian, no. Batman. The Batman.

and even though many people believe that he became Batman out of neopotism, the truth is much more different and sad than that. He became Batman through his own choices and effort, to protect his tired father and also to protect Gotham. Because, in the end, Damian learned to love Gotham the same way Bruce loved it.

Note: I love imagining this old Bruce slowly realizing how unfair he was to Damian his early days, how Bruce only saw Damian as a spoiled brat, a monster covered in blood and mud instead of helping him like Dick, Alfred and Steph did . I love imagining old Bruce kicking himself for not noticing Damian's gentle, compassionate side sooner. Side that was underneath all the anger, dirt and trauma

And also Bruce realizing that Damian is as gentle to people as Talia was in the past Note²: I'm not trying to villainize Bruce and sanctify Damian; Damian did a lot of things, but he was a ten year old child who didn't know how to deal with the world (+brainwashed by a cult) and Bruce was a grown ass man who had been dealing with traumatized people for many years, Bruce should have been more patient with Damian but you still have time now Bruce, you can do it. I believe on you, you can still be a good father

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samgirl98 · 7 months

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Forgotten Demon Twin 6/?

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Have good parents Fenton, as a treat

The Fentons and Waynes sat opposite each other.

Maddie had offered their guests some water and then sat with her family. Jack had been uncharacteristically quiet.

“So, Mr. Wayne—”

“Please, call me Bruce.”

“Mr. Wayne, what makes you think our Danny is your son? Where’s your proof?”

“I found notes written by my mother and grandfather,” the Fentons turned to Damian. They hated the resemblance. “They mention that Danyal had been placed with Madeline and Jack Fenton in Amity Park, Illinois.”

Maddie frowned, “That’s impossible. We found Danny abandoned on the side of the road. He never mentioned any family members.”

Maddie turned toward her son. He refused to look at her.

“Why now,” Jack asked, “We’ve had Danny for a long time. Why are you showing up now?”

“Like I said on the phone, I didn’t know about Danny. I didn’t even know about Damian until a few years ago. Their mother kept them a secret from me. I’m not asking to take Danny away. I want a DNA test to determine whether or not Danny is my son. Then we can take it from there.”

Neither Fenton said anything. They were worried. This man was rich beyond belief; if he wanted to take Danny, he could, and there was very little they could do.

“What do you want, honey,” Maddie asked her son. If he wanted the DNA test, they would allow it. If not, they would fight Bruce Wayne.

“I don’t know,” Danny said. He knew that Damian was his brother; he knew he was Bruce Wayne’s son. Danny didn’t know what to do. Should he tell his parents the truth? What if they rejected him? He didn’t want to leave Amity and his parents.

Bruce got up, “What if we leave so you can discuss it? This is my card. Let me know what you decide.”

Danny knew Damian did not like what Bruce was proposing if his frown and tense posture were anything to go by.

His mom took the card and showed the two Waynes out.

When she came back, she sat where Bruce and Damian had been.

“Danny, is there anything you need to tell us?”

Jack got up and sat by his wife. Jazz stayed close to Danny and took his hand. She nodded at her little brother, encouraging him.

“Mom, dad, when I said I didn’t remember my family, I lied. I know Damian is my older twin brother.”

Both older Fentons stayed quiet, silently urging their son on. They gave him soft looks.

Danny took a deep breath, “I didn’t come from a good family. It was a cult. I was exiled at seven because I was considered a failure. Besides, grandfather had his perfect heir in my older brother. Why would they need me?”

Danny couldn’t look at his parents, fearing what he would see.

“It wasn’t a coincidence you found me. Grandfather was also curious about ectoplasm and knew you two studied it. He sent me to spy on you guys and send reports about your work.”

Both Fentons breathed in deeply, surprised. Their little boy was a spy? Who would do that to a child?

Danny flinched at his parents' reaction but didn’t look up.

“I didn’t send them anything about the portal, I promise! All my reports were on public patents. The last time I heard from them was when I was ten. I’ve been sending them the same sentences in my report. I honestly think they forgot about me.”

Jazz squeezed Danny’s hand, showing her support.

“I recently found out about grandfather’s death and the dismantling of his cult,” Danny whispered.

“How did you figure that out,” Maddie asked. She was studying her son with shrewd eyes. They could be obsessive, but the Fentons weren’t dumb.

Danny flinched and then sighed.

“Damian visited me last night. He told me the news about our grandfather. He told me we were free.”

“Why didn’t you tell us, Dann-o,” Jack asked.

“I didn’t want to put you guys in danger, and,” Danny took a deep breath and looked at his parents, “I didn’t want you to send me away.”

Maddie hugged her baby boy tightly, “Baby, we would never abandon you! You’re our little boy. I wish you had told us earlier. We would’ve found a way to help or at least reassure you that you will always be a Fenton.”

“Yeah, Dann-o, you’re our son! Nothing will change that!”

Danny hugged his mom back, tears wetting her hazmat suit. He was afraid to let go even though his parents had just reassured him. After a few moments, they let go. Jack had gotten up to put his arms around his family.

“Now what,” Danny asked while wiping away tears.

Maddie sighed, “I supposed, if you’re up to it, we get a DNA test and go from there. But Danny, for this to work, you have to be truthful with us. Is there anything else that needs to be known?”

Jazz came to his rescue.

“Mom, dad, maybe we should leave it at that. After all, it’s been a long morning.”

Both elder Fentons looked at each other and nodded. They knew their son was still hiding things from them, but their heartstrings tugged when they saw his baby boy’s curved shoulders.

“Okay, why don’t you go rest, Dann-o? You look like a ghost!”

Danny barely stopped from flinching at his dad’s observation.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll call Sam and Tucker. I wanna see if they can meet up.”

“Whatever you need, sweetie. Now, do you want to do the DNA test or not? Either way, we’ll support you,” his mom said.

Danny knew it was better to get the DNA test over with. The big bad bat would get his way eventually. Besides, maybe it’ll get the Waynes out of his hair quicker.

“Okay,” Danny said, “Let’s do this.”

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“Why did we give up so easily,” Damian demanded his father, angry.

“Damian, we have to be delicate about this. Danny was abandoned. All he knows are the Fentons, and he doesn’t want to leave them.”

“Tt, he’s a Wayne. He’s better off with us. Besides, he’ll get used to it.”

“Damian, what would you do if someone tried to take you away from me?”

“That’s different; you’re our real father.”

“Danny might not see it that way.”

Damian gritted his teeth. He would do whatever he could to go to his real father if he had been him. Why was Danyal being so difficult? His talents were better utilized somewhere else.

Damian saw signs of the fights his brother got into. There were craters on the streets. There were buildings under repair.

He spotted Phantom merchandise in the shop’s windows.

Damian ignored the evidence of his brother starting a new life without him.

It’s your fault, the voice in his head said.

Damian ignored it. He hoped he wasn’t too late to have a relationship with Danyal.

Damian is going through it. The guilt is making him seem a bit douchy, but please remember this is a journey for him.

#Forgotten Demon Twin #dc x dp #dp x dc

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mortiferumsomnum · 2 years

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Jason Todd’s Cooking: Ghost King Approved!

A continuation to THIS post!! EDIT: MASTERLIST

Jason wanted to punch Danny.

Don’t get him wrong! The kid’s a delight to be with! He’s compassionate, sassy, and a huge nerd on anything related to space. The daily hugs the kid had been giving him had also been curing him of his Lazarus Madness, allowing Jason to sleep at night without any bloodthirsty thoughts to ruin his night... morning... whatever.

But when you have dozens of ghosts lined up at your door at ass-o’clock in the morning, whispering of how they wanted to have a taste of your “Cooking the Ghost King Approves”, even you would want to punch the ghost-kid’s face. It didn’t matter if his coronation to Official King-hood is tomorrow.

He also looks like the Demon Brat, so his punchable-looking face enhanced!

They haven’t seen Jason yet, who was hiding behind some building and was still in his Red Hood gear. How did these ghosts even find out where his civilian self lived----- Dannyyyyyyyy. Of course these ghosts would keep tabs of where their Beloved Ghost King was frequenting. Fuck. He needs to get out of here.

How are these ghosts even going to eat Jason’s food anyways?! Can they?! He thought Danny was the only ghostly being capable of stomaching food from the living realm!!!

The ghosts looked really weird too. Unlike Danny, who looked a bit more alive what with his skin color becoming like Damian’s when in his Ghost Form, these ghosts are either blue or green. Some had human forms, others looked like blobs.

Jason furrowed his brows under his mask. How the fuck is he even able to see these ghosts?! The only ghost he’s only able to see was Danny for these past few days! Did being with the Ghost King... enhance his ability to see ghosts?! Or were these ghosts just powerful enough to keep a form?

So many questions!! Tim and Bernard would have a field day trying to investigate this. He could already imagine all the whiteboard markers and whiteboards the two were going to invest in, throwing idea, theory and facts at each other until they’ve gotten The Whole Truth of the matter down to their satisfaction.

Yeahhhhhh, no. Nope. Not dealing with this anymore. Jason has recently began caring about his mental health now that he’s slowly been purified. He’s not going to let his progress flop with an encounter like this.

He was about to fuck off to one of his safe-houses when he heard a familiar voice.

“What in Ancients’ name are you all doing here?!”

It was Danny, floating above them with his arms crossed and a glare on his face. Tim and Bernard tried to explain to Jason what the ghostly glamour was doing to avoid him from recognizing Danny’s face, but Jason was busy relaxing in Danny’s purification hugs to listen to the two excitable puppies yip theories at him. But, if the glamour weren’t there, Jason could bet that the glare would look similar, if not identical, to Damian’s.

“Your Highness!” the ghosts greeted, bowing towards Danny before excitedly straightening up.��

They all talked at the same time, trying to explain their reasoning. It was entertaining how the little blob ghosts cooed and did little flips in the air.

With one hand held up from Danny, they all shut up.

“I don’t want to know your reasons, nor do I want to know how you all found out about this place,” he said. The way the kid said it reminded him too much of Bruce when he’s about to ground the batkids (Jason included). Then, Danny pointed to the side, a portal open that was definitely made by Danny himself. “I want all of you back to the Ghost Zone in the next minute. Do not disturb this place again.”

All the ghosts deflated, the human-looking ones slouching and hunching their shoulders, as they all floated into the portal. They all mumbled their apologies as they did so. Once the final, sad blob ghost plopped itself into the swirling portal, Danny closed it and turned to Jason with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, man,” he said.

Jason walked up to him with hands in his pockets, chuckling. “Must be tough running a kingdom, Your Highness.”

Danny groaned. “Please don’t call me that,” he whined.

“But Your Highness,” said Jason dramatically, because he’s a little shit like that, “I am but a mere commoner! I wouldn’t dare address you so informally!”

Danny snorted, punching playfully at Jason’s shoulder. “You’re an ass!”

Jason grinned. “Good.”

Then, as if remembering something, Danny brings out an envelope from one of his ghostly pockets and hands it to Jason. “Clockwork has a job for you,” he said. “But you can refuse if you don’t wanna do it. It’s a really tiring job, and you’d only be paid in ghost money, which isn’t even applicable in the mortal realm.”

Jason took the envelope, opened it, and looked over the cursive writing he imagined characters in Jane Austen’s books writing like. Well, almost like. The ink was in Neon Green.

“This Clock-y dude is...”

“He’s basically my advisor,” Danny said, not explaining more.

Jason hummed in response. Then, he shrugged.

“Tell Clock-y I’m not doing it, then,” he said, folding the letter and placing it back inside the envelope. “We’ll have our own feast here, with Timmy, Berny and your freaky friends. I’m not cooking for some stuffy, rich ghosts.”

Danny laughed. “I’ll tell Clockwork that,” he said with a grin. “I think he also wanted to taste your food.”

Jason huffed, waving a hand in the air. “If that’s all, I’m gonna head into my apartment and get some much needed sleep, thank you.”

Danny nodded towards him. “Sure,” he said, then he opened his arms. On instinct, Jason hugged Danny back. There was no purification happening, it was just a hug. And, damn, does this kid give good hugs. The Demon Brat should learn from him.

“Thanks,” Danny said when they pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason said, already walking to his home. “Get going kid.”

Danny chuckled.

Jason then heard the sound of a portal opening. The moment Jason unlocked his door, Danny had already left.

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[Bonus Scene: Time with Tim!!!]

Tim wanted to punch Danny.

Now don’t get Tim wrong. He likes Danny. He doesn’t try to kill or maim him, he doesn’t insult him, and he even lets Tim hang out with him when he goes exploring to different parts of the Earth! Initially, it was to help him find his clone-sister that he hasn’t seen for 3 months because they ended up becoming a bit too competitive in their Global-Hide-and-Seek. After meeting Dani, the invitations to illegally visit other countries together became more and more. Bernard came with them sometimes. Heck, even Jason tagged along in some of them.

Where was Tim going with this again?

Oh yeah, punching Danny. Right.

You see... There was this baby ghost with a grandfather clock ticking in his chest and a clock in his staff floating in his apartment. And when the baby talked, he sounded like a grown man.

He called himself Clockwork. The Master of Time.

It’s only been 32 hours since he last slept. So, this definitely cannot be one of his sleep-deprived hallucinations.

And Danny mentioned a Clockwork once.... ohhhhhh.....

“Yes, oh.”

Now, Tim only knows Clockwork based on what Danny had told him. That he is a mentor and advisor, a friend and a parental figure. But, what Tim does not know is whether this... entity... wouldn’t attack him or see Tim as a threat.

So, you see why he wanted to punch him?? Tim shouldn’t be meeting ghosts while sleep-deprived, and now he’s meeting someone who may very well be a god.

And, well, this is Tim’s Fourth encounter with a ghost (his third encounter being with Cujo the ghost dog). Not all ghosts are going to be as friendly as Danny.

“I admire your alertness in this situation,” said the baby, and suddenly, the baby turned into an adult man. “But I come here in peace,” he continued. Now, he turned into an old man. “And I come here to ask for assistance.” He turned back into a baby.

Tim could only blink. He was still holding the papers to the latest cold case he was solving and he was swaying on his feet.

“Uhhhhh....”

“It involves the Ra’s Al Ghul,” he said.

Tim’s brain restarted. His whole body suddenly became very alert. The tiredness he was feeling was no longer there, and Tim had Clockwork’s full attention.

“What about him?” he asked.

Clockwork morphed into an adult, and then into an old man, stroking his beard as he waved his staff.

As if looking at a hologram, an image of Ra’s Al Ghul floated into the air. And, with a light tap, it was like watching a video start playing.

“Pathetic,” Ra’s spat.

The scene panned to Danny on the ground, heaving and crying as he clutched... Damian to his chest. Behind Danny, there laid familiar figures: himself, Jason, Dick and Bruce, and farther away was Danny’s friends that Tim had only seen in photos. Even without physically checking, Tim could tell that they were all... dead.

“Because of you, I have lost my heir,” said Ra’s. “My daughter had lost her dear son. And this world had lost some of the best heroes.”

“Shut up,” Danny growled. And that growl brought shivers down Tim’s spine.

“You call yourself a King? Well, I guess now you have gained more subjects to your pathetic little kingdom.”

“I said... Shut. UP!”

Tim watched with wide eyes as Ra’s was flown back. Then, as Ra’s back hit the wall, Tim watched as his soul was brought out of the old man’s body. Danny was there in front of Ra’s in an instant, clutching at his ghostly neck, and snarling with red eyes and skin turning from Damian’s lively brown to a ghostly blue pallor. Tim felt goosebumps forming on his arms.

Ra’s was writhing in Danny’s hold, clawing at Danny’s arms to try and get even an inch of oxygen. But Ra’s is a ghost in this vision of the future. He did not need to breathe. He needed to escape.

Ra’s form began to glow, and the old man began to scream.

Danny’s hold became tighter and tighter on Ra’s, not blinking for a second when the light turned blinding, causing Tim to close his eyes. Then, when he opened them, in Danny’s hand was... a glowing sphere.

“That is a core,” Clockwork said from behind him. Tim made no move to look towards him, only focusing on what Danny was going to do with it. “A core is what brings life to ghosts, as it is both their heart and their mind. Their soul. Their source of life. Without it, a ghost would not exist any longer.”

And just as Clockwork had finished explaining, Tim watched as Danny destroyed Ra’s core.

Danny then turned to look behind him. It was void of any emotion. So empty. It was back to its regular neon green, but it didn’t glow with life like the current Danny does.

One last look around, Danny snarled once more. He clenches his fists, and his eyes turned red. Then, Tim watched as Danny screamed to the sky, destroying everything around him.

The vision ended.

Tim had so many thoughts. So many questions.

“This future is not definite,” Clockwork says, and continuing as he turns into an adult, “and there are choices that can be made to avoid this.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Tim asked. “I’m thankful that you’re giving me a warning, something to investigate so that I could keep my family safe, but I have a feeling that this isn’t about my family at all. Neither was it about Ra’s, was it.”

“It is not,” said Clockwork, turning into an old man. Interestingly, this version of Clockwork reminded him of a grieving Alfred, whose eyes and expression made him look older and tired. “It is to avoid what Danny may become.”

What he may become.

Tim thinks of Bruce when he lost Jason. Bruce who became aggressive to the point he was close to killing himself. Bruce who needed a Robin to gain back the light in his eyes and become the Batman that the people of Gotham trusted to protect them.

However, unlike when he was young, he had experienced many things. Although it was him that Clockwork was showing this to, Tim knew that Tim wasn’t the only person that could help make a change to keep this future from happening. He wouldn’t have to take up the responsibility by himself.

Danny has people who would be by his side no matter what. Support him no matter the struggle. Perhaps it was because Tim learned all this that Clockwork was telling him.

And, yes. Clockwork seemed to know what Tim was thinking, because he gave him a grin, morphing into an adult. “It seems that my time here is up,” he said, opening a portal for himself. And without another word, Clockwork was gone.

#ayyyyy #dc x dp #dp x dc #jason todd #tim drake #danny fenton #danny phantom #this is a thank you for reading my other post!!#i hope you all like it!! uwu

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Alternate

Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Summary:Y/N L/N was sent to an alternate reality where DC characters such as Batman and Robin are real. Batman agrees to help keep them safe until he can get them back home, but will they want to go home after meeting a certain son of Batmans.

Warnings: Cussing, being taken in, mentions death and resurrection.

Hi, So this is a new series of mine, I hope you enjoy it! Series Masterlist.

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One second, you were asleep in bed. The next, you were passed out on a dock. You quickly darted upwards, looking around for any sign that could tell you where you were. Your eyes caught sight of a crate, the word 'Gotham' written on the side. Your hands darted around your body, trying to see if you could locate your phone, panic took over once you realized it was nowhere to be found.

A "whoosh" noise alerted you, your head turned in every direction to try and see where it came from. Your eyes caught sight of movement. Something was in the shadows. Everything in your body told you to run, run all the way until you find the police station, but some stupid little part in you told you to investigate it.

"Hello?" You called out, taking a step towards the movement.

"Um, I don't know where I am, or how I got here..." Your voice trailed off as someone came forward. The person was sporting a full body Batman suit.

"Okay, what's going on?" You asked more to yourself than to the other person. A noise of something landing behind you sent a shiver up your spine. As you turned around, you spotted a kid.

"What the fuck?" You whispered, staring at the kid that was dressed in a more toned down Robin suit, it looked like the most recent Robin, Damian.

"Who are you?" The kid asked, hand resting on his hip. You only stared at him, mouth slightly hung agape. You could tell that the kid grew antsy quick, repeatedly tapping his foot as your silence grew longer. A hand touching your shoulder made you spin around, staring at the "Batman.".

"Are you alright?" He asked.

You let out an ebrupt laugh as you stared at the man. Your hand ran along your face as your laughter grew louder.

"Okay, what are you doing?" You asked both males in-between laughter.

"Look, I have respect for cosplayers, but how did you get me out here?"

Both of them looked at you quizzically, wondering what the hell you were talking about.

"Where the fuck am I?" You yelled out, turning around again to quickly look at the kid again, then back to the man.

"You're in Gotham...are you okay?" The older man asked.

"G-Gotham?" You let out another ebrubt laugh.

"Where am I really?" You asked again, a large grin on your face to mask the uneasy feeling in your stomach. Both males just continued to stare at you as you awaited their answer.

"Okay, look, Bruce -" You were quickly cut off from the kid behind you, grabbing your hand and yanking you backwards.

"What are you talking about?" The older man tried to play your words off.

"Dude, I'm not playing this game." You started. "I'm just gonna call you Bruce since you won't tell me what's going on."

The younger boy held out a wooden sword, holding it to under your neck. "Who told you?" He questioned.

"Oh my God, Bruce Wayne?" You started again. "Batman, everyone knows this."

Both of them continued to stare at you, and you resisted letting out a laugh from the wooden sord that rested under your chin.

"Look, pipsqueak, where am i?"

"We already told you."

"No, Gotham is a fictional place, just like Batman and all of his Robin's. Where AM I?" You yelled out the last part.

"What do you know?" The older man asked you.

"What, about Batman?"

"And the Robin's."

"Um, I know about Dicks parents and how he was an acrobat...I know about how Jason stole the wheels from the Batmobile, and I know how he died and was resurrected...I know about how Tim stalked Dick, and I know about his borderline war crimes...i know about Stephanie's father and how Batman treated her...um, Damian is Bruce's actual son, with Talia Al-Ghul, the daughter of the guy who resurrected Jason...yeah" you listed off some things you knew about the comic book vigilantes.

"Okay, you're coming with us." The older man told you, grabbing one of your arms and walking off. You continued to yell at him and punch his hand, even trying to pull yourself from him. His grasp remained strong on your arm, not letting you leave, Robin fell into step next to you and grabbed your other arm, completely overpowering you. The two of them dragged you to a completely black car that was hidden in an alley. It looked like a mixture of almost every on-screen batmobile completely rolled into one.

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Both males continued to drive you all the way to a cave...one that could undeniably be recognized as the Batcave. They grabbed you from out of the car, dragging you over to a chair and strapping you to it.

"How do you know all of this?" The older man asked you again.

"I told you it's all FUCKING FICTIONAL!" You screamed at the two of them, trying to get your arms undone from behind your back.

"You don't believe them, right?" The kid asked, looking up at the older male who didn't respond.

"H-how did you get all of this to look so real?" You stuttered out, looking around the room- erm well cave that you were in.

"Whats your name?" The Batman dude asked, voice finally sounding reassuring.

"...Y/N." You hesitantly stated, watching both of the males closely.

"And you're telling the truth, Batman is a fictional character?" He asked you, genuinely trying to figure you out.

"....yes." You responded, not knowing if this dude was joking or not. The man proceeded to take off his mask, unveiling short black hair, with slight gray growing at the sides.

"Father!" The kid yelled, staring up at the older man.

"Take it off, Damian." He defeatedly told the younger boy. With a sigh, the younger boy yanked off his own mask, revealing his green eyes.

Your mouth hung agape as you stared at both of the males, your head going a hundred miles per hour.

"What the fuck- Bruce Wayne!?" You yelled out as you stared at the older man before staring at the younger boy. "Damian!?"

Both of the men let you have your moment, watching as you mumbled to yourself before you occasionally yelled out their names.

"Y/N, how did you get here." Bruce asked, staring into your eyes, Damian's shoulders hung as he listened to his father believe your story.

"I honest to God don't know!" You yelled again. Bruce let out a sigh as he listened to sit in your little hysteric fit. Honestly, he would probably do the same.

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Bruce led you up to the Manor, leaving a fuming Damian down in the cave.

"You are going to stay here while I try to get you home." Bruce stated, not giving you room for debate.

"Yeah, okay!" You agreed, completely on board with the idea of staying out of the streets of Gotham. Bruce led you all the way to the kitchen where an older man was doing dishes, completely unaware of the two people behind him, until you let out a gasp.

"Alfred..." You whispered into the air, smile on your face as you stared at the man.

"Ah, my apologies, but who might you be?" He asked, drying his hands off on a towel.

"Uh, oh well, I'm Y/N." You stuttered out, more excited to meet Alfred than you were when you noticed Bruce was real.

"They're not from here." Bruce added, keeping his mouth shut about you not even being from their world. Alfred walked over to the two of you, offering a small smile as he shook your hand.

"Will you be staying with us?" The older man asked you.

"Yes, they will, we don't know for how long, though." Bruce answered for you.

"Oh, well, I should get a room set up." Alfred stated.

"I can do the dishes for you." You offered.

"I believe you would be taking my job if you did that, Miss/Master Y/N." Alfred chuckled as he walked out of the room.

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Alfred had just finished setting up your room. He even layed out an old shirt from one of the boys. Your eyes scanned the room, there was a queen sized bed, a giant window that had a veiw of the garden, a wooden desk, minimal artwork, a giant wooden dresser, a chair, and an on suite bathroom. The room itself wasn't too big, meaning that it didn't look funny with furniture randomly spaced around it, but the walls were tall, along with the doors.

You let out a breath as you thought about your room back at home compared to this one, a tiny little room with a twin sized mattress that was as hard as a rock....you could get used to this.

~☆~

I really hope you enjoyed this!

New chapters will be slow, I'm sorry!

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damianwaynerocks · 1 year

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An Interview with the Resurrected Jason Todd

do i hate this? who’s to say really. but i was thinking about how dc would go about bruce making jason be legally alive again, and I got the idea of a tell-all interview with Jason and. here we are.

Interview with the Resurrected Jason Todd

By Donna Gallagher

The Wayne Manor driveway is long as the gate opens for me. I’ve seen Wayne Manor in photos before, as everyone has, but its size in person is almost intimidating. Four stories tall, a massive building of beige brick.

A butler opens the door. Alfred Pennyworth, the man who has been serving the Wayne family for as long as anyone can remember. He’s taller than I’d pictured him.

“Right in here, Ms. Gallagher,” he says.

Bruce Wayne is standing behind him

He almost looks nervous. He’s standing stiffly, and although he meets my eyes, there’s a desperation in them. It’s strange to see the billionaire playboy look so serious. We’re all used to him tripping over staircases, running into dark corners with supermodels at galas, and pretending to be Batman on Jimmy Fallon.

“Ms. Gallagher,” he says, “Thank you for coming.”

“You have a lovely home,” I say, and I mean it. The foyer alone is beautiful. Arching ceilings with paintings on each other side. One of the paintings catches my eye. I think it’s a Rembrandt.

“Thank you,” Bruce smiles, but I don’t think it’s a real one. “Right this way.”

I follow him down the hall. Bruce is telling me why he chose me to do this interview. He says it’s because I’ve always stuck to the facts and never released any sensitive information on that family he knows I’ve gotten ahold of. I shrug and explain that I don’t think anybody’s personal life should be public news. He smiles again, and this time I think it might be genuine.

“He’s in there.” Bruce opens a door for me, and I see him.

His face is the first thing I notice. He’s handsome, sure, just like all the Waynes are. Chiseled jawline, black hair, bright blue eyes. But his beauty isn’t what catches my attention; it’s the jagged scar that stretches from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth, making him like he’s smirking.

He’s laying stretched out on the couch in a leather jacket and a Wonder Woman tee underneath. “Ms. Gallagher!” Jason Todd says cheerfully.

Jason Todd. The second son of billionaire Bruce Wayne. He’s stolen the title of most interesting Wayne from his brother Damian- Bruce’s only biological child -in recent years.

According to a press conference held in 2012, Bruce Wayne found a 13-year-old Jason while the latter was trying to steal the tires off of Bruce’s Mercedes. Despite the attempted robbery, Bruce decided to adopt the homeless child instead of pressing charges.

Jason was rarely seen in public. Whenever he was seen at Wayne events, he always looked uncomfortable, and out of place. Tabloids called him “a snobby rich kid” or “an ungrateful child” for avoiding the press, but I think that is unfair. A child living on the streets suddenly becomes the son of arguably one of the most famous people in America? I wouldn’t be very comfortable, either.

Three years later, in 2015, Wayne Enterprises made a statement that Jason Todd had died. He’d been traveling in Ethiopia with Bruce, whenever he was kidnapped and held for ransom. Bruce tried to wire the money to the men responsible, but due to international bank laws, the money did not arrive in time before the warehouse where Jason was being held at caught fire due to faulty wiring. The boy was said to have died of smoke inhalation.

Over time, Jason Todd’s murder left the public eye, with only a few articles being published each year at the anniversary. The name Jason Todd was rarely mentioned.

Until 2022, when Bruce Wayne announced that Jason was alive. The body found was the body of another teenage child that was similar enough to Jason’s build that, with the severe burn damage, was believed to be Jason himself. In actuality, however, Jason had been trafficked. He was kept for years before the Justice League busted one of the trafficker’s safe houses and found him alive in 2021.

Bruce refused to let the media anywhere near Jason. No pictures of him have been leaked online, and Jason has never made any type of statement to the public.

Until now. Bruce Wayne emailed my office and requested that I interview the Wayne son, saying that Jason was ready to speak out about his ordeal after two years of intensive therapy, on the condition that no photographs were taken and Jason was allowed to read the article before publication.

“Please, have a seat!” Jason gestures to the couch adjacent to the one he’s sitting on. He seems relaxed, and doesn’t appear to be nervous at all. I sit down.

“Mr. Todd-” I begin, but he cuts me off, asks me to call him by his first name. “Jason-” I begin again, “-It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too!” he says. “Hey, did you watch the coverage of the Met Gala a couple months ago? Where Bruce busted his ass in front of Kim Kardashian? That was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen!”

I laugh. “Yeah, I did see that. It must be interesting having him as a father, does he fall often?”

“Oh yeah, all the time. He’s really bad at like, being a person, honestly. He’s banned from the kitchen after he set the fire alarm off trying to use the toaster.”

He launches into the full story. Apparently, Bruce Wayne isn’t the one who runs the Manor; it’s Alfred Pennyworth. “Which is why I think it’s so fucking funny how so many people think he’s Batman. Bruce? Batman? One time he tripped over Damian’s cat and he started crying because he stubbed his toe.”

“What’s it like, returning home to have so many siblings?” I ask. I jump right into his return, as I was notified that asking about his time being trafficked was strictly off-limits. Jason snorts.

“Annoying as fuck. Dick was an asshole when I was still here, and suddenly he’s this ray of fucking sunshine who keeps trying to get me to talk about my feelings. Damian’s a little demon spawn, threatens to stab me everytime I do something he doesn’t like.” He pauses. “Duke and Cass are cool, though. Tim is okay too, once you get past the whole falling-asleep-at-dinner- thing. He doesn’t ever sleep you know. He’s stupid.”

“Wait, Damian threatens to stab you?” I’m surprised. Everybody knows the youngest Wayne is a bit… snippy. Everybody’s seen the footage of him berating Vicky Vale for pronouncing a word wrong.

“Yeah!” Jason throws his hand in the air. “And I’m like, dude, I’ve been stabbed before. Several times! And when I say that he’s like-” He speaks in a high-pitched tone “-Silence, Todd! We’ve all been kidnapped before.’ He’s a little piece of shit.”

I ask him if he was alright about talking about his experience, as he brought it up. He says it’s fine because Bruce doesn’t know shit about what I want to talk about. He tells me I can ask as many ‘intrusive’ questions as I please, saying he’s tired of everyone treating him Like I’m some fragile piece of shit that will fall apart at any moment. I tell him he can stop me at any time, and then I say, “How did it feel whenever you were first taken?”

Jason takes a drink of his water that smells like vodka. “Scared as shit. Tried to fight ‘em, but then they smacked me in the head with a crowbar like I was some dog that pissed on the floor. I got up after that, though. Took em a while to break me.”

“When did you start to..” I trail off, trying to decide on the word before I decide to use his own language. “...break?”

“Probably like, two months in.” he replies. He still doesn’t seem to be nervous or uncomfortable. His therapy must be really helpful. “Whenever they showed me a news clip of Bruce back in Gotham. Made me think he just gave up and left. I wasn’t told that he thought I died, I just thought he stopped caring.”

“That must’ve been hard,” I say empathetically, “Feeling abandoned.”

Jason shrugs. “Yeah, it was.” His voice starts to sound strained, so I jump ahead.

“So, you were rescued by the Justice League. How did that go down?” He brightens up again.

“Oh, it was fucking awesome.” He says excitedly. “Like, seeing Wonder Woman!? In person!? Made all the torture and shit worth it, honestly. I’d go through it all again to see fucking Wonder Woman beat up those fuckers in front of me again.”

I chuckle and ask if he’s a Wonder Woman fan. He scoffs, and tells me that of course, he is because She’s so much better than that furry Batman. “Plus, ya know,” He sits up. “She’s a woman. I love seeing badass women. And honestly, watching those misogynistic fuckers get destroyed by a woman was hilarious.”

“How did it feel? To see Bruce again after all those years?” I ask. His smile goes away.

“I mean, not great. I thought he abandoned me, you know? And then seeing that he’d adopted more kids after me? I felt replaced. Didn’t understand how he felt for years.” He laughs. “Alfred and Dick were the ones that got through to me, actually. Told me all this shit about what he’d been through and about how he gave millions of dollars to the FBI, CIA, the UN, and even Batman to hunt down the people that took me.”

“Were they ever caught? The ones that physically took you?” I ask. The public had never been told, mainly because their names were never released. We know that the actual trafficking ring was shut down, but not what happened to the people who were responsible for Jason being taken in the first place.

Jason doesn’t answer for a long moment. There’s rage in his eyes, and his grip on his glass tightens. I’m about to apologize and change the subject, but then he growls out “No. He- they weren’t. Nothing happened to them.”

I apologize if I asked too personal of a question, but he stops me. In the same light tone he’d used in the beginning of the interview, he says “Don’t worry about it, questions aren’t near as bad as, you know, being tortured and all that.”

Not the first time, I notice how much therapy had clearly been helping him if he was able to speak of his ordeal in such a light tone. He starts to laugh but covers it with a cough. “Oh- right - therapy-” he snorts out. “Yeah, therapy is the best! Love therapy. Love being in therapy.”

I ask what he’s been doing ever since being back.

“Mainly hanging out with friends,” he replies. “My friends Roy and two others. They’re cool. We go on, uh, vacations a lot. I also get nagged by Dick all the fucking time.” He rolls his eyes. “You can’t be around Dick Grayson without being nagged about something. I also like to read. I’m in the middle of The Idiot by Dostoevsky. Really good! I recommend it.”

“You like classics?”

“Oh yeah.” He grins. “They’re the best. Damian and Duke make fun of me for it, but like, they’re just jealous I can read. They look at pages and are like oooh what the fuck are these squiggly lines.” He pauses again. “Oh yeah, fun fact! Damian can’t read.”

I flinch as we hear a scream from the further in the house, something that sounds like “I can read, Todd, and if you say that again I will cut out your tongue.” Jason ignores it.

“But what I really wanted to talk to you is this project Bruce and I are working on.” He leans forward on his knees. “We’re working on creating an organization for street kids like me to help prevent trafficking. I got trafficked by dumb fucking luck, but most of the people who get trafficked are people living in poverty. Not having access to money to get your basic needs met can result in doing some shady shit to get money, which can make you vulnerable to predators. Like, a common thing for people to do is to resort to prostitution, which can get them trafficked internationally or right here in Gotham. Or they get this offer for a job that will get them money, but it’s just a scheme to get them kidnapped. Plus, poor kids disappearing are less likely to be investigated by GCPD, which makes them another target.”

“I see,” I say with a smile. That was really admirable. “So what are you two planning to do?”

“So, for starters,” he says. “We’re going to poor money into Gotham’s poorest communities. Bruce already does that, but Gotham is so corrupt that the organizations don’t use the money for housing or education or stuff like that, they keep it for themselves. We’re going to make it mandatory that they have to send it documentation that shows that they’re using the money for what it’s supposed to do.”

He explains the plan further. In addition to funding, they’re going to create a Wayne-funded after-school program for children to go to after school until their parents get off work to prevent them from getting into any trouble. There will also be an increase in homeless youth shelters that are overseen by Bruce and Jason themselves to help prevent any abuse from occurring. There will also be free job training and a free wardrobe, all funded by Wayne Enterprises. He adds that not only is this about human trafficking, but the goal is to help children in poverty in general. Jason says that he will be volunteering at all of these places.

“We’re also working with the Mayor to get homelessness decriminalized,” Jason adds. “Besides the fact that it’s a fucking stupid law- like it’s somehow their fault for not finding a home - it’ll decrease the chances of people moving in with dangerous people just to avoid prosecution for, ya know, trying to survive.”

“That’s amazing,” I say, and I mean it. “Do you have any idea what you’ll call this?”

“Yeah,” Jason says with a smile. “It’s going to be called The Catherine Project.”

We have some small talk after that, and then I leave. He walks me to the door, telling me more stories about his siblings, such as how Tim refuses to take his antibiotics despite his lack of a spleen. He shakes my hand as I leave.

People have been wondering for the past what Jason Todd is like. They assume that he’s a traumatized boy. A boy who can’t leave the house, a boy who has nightmares. They assume he’s angry, a screaming mess, a shell of who he used to be. But I can tell you with certainty who Jason Todd truly is.

Jason Todd is a man who has been through some of the worst things a human can imagine, but he decides to help people. The Catherine Project will help hundreds of children. Jason Todd is a man who saw the cruelty of the world, but chose to be kind.

#idk man i think jason would want some actual changes be made #not just crime fighting #but something that will actually help kids #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #robin #batman and robin #tim drake #red robin #dick grayson #nightwing #duke thomas #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #batman #batfam

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Can I have yandere batman x run way hero wife reader please

Where the reader a hero but get away from her husband and some how get away for a couple of years but then he finds her in a different country during hey alien attack please

I put this in the Injustice 2 universe because you said alien attack and didn't specify. So I just assumed you meant Braniac and made a concept around it.

Yandere! Bruce Wayne/Batman with Runaway Hero! Darling

Concept - Injustice 2

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Implied mind break on Bruce's part, Divorce, Implied possessive behavior, Implied forced relationship, Vague Yandere but it's implied Bruce is going insane.

- There's no doubt the battle between Batman and Superman strained the relationship between you.

- You and Bruce were originally married before the whole Superman's Regime event.

- You both were heroes but not many knew about just how intimate you two were.

- Sure, people knew Bruce was a playboy and even Batman got with some people.

- However no one knew that he recently became committed to a hero.

- Until the marriage was announced and everyone knew Bruce was married.

- You were such a pretty thing back then....

- Bruce loved you and you loved him.

- You two were getting comfortable with each other...

- Then the start of it all happened.

- Superman loses everything....

- Which results in everyone losing everything.

- Including you and Bruce.

- The whole world was divided in their beliefs.

- Do they go with Superman or Batman?

- Bruce himself was surprised by your choice.

- You two were married, he thought you loved him.

- But your response?

- "Neither. I prefer to be alone at this point. Both you and Clark aren't right in the head. Count this as my divorce, Bruce. We're through. I plan on never seeing you again."

- Distraught at the fate of your home, you leave.

- Bruce tries to stop you then and there, claiming he hasn't changed!

- That you're just stressed!

- Why would you throw him away so fast?

- It was strange to see the normally stoic Batman panic at you leaving.

- Yet it doesn't change your mind.

- Even when Superman is thrown in jail you don't return.

- You prefer to lay low.

- Save people when you can but keep your identity secret.

- The small circle of people who know your true identity always ask which side you went with in the Regime era.

- You laugh and give a smile.

- "Let's be honest, they're both bad to go with. Even the man I used to love...."

- Things went okay for you.

- Batman was still trying to keep an eye out for you yet you never show up.

- People ask everywhere for you.

- Hoping to reunite Bruce with his partner whom he won't stop obsessively searching for.

- He wants you back, he'd do anything to have you back.

- You don't want to be found.

- Not after you watched Earth collapse in on itself.

- Then, just when you thought things were bad enough, Brainiac makes his appearance.

- Due to the amount of chaos, you can no longer keep a low profile.

- Leaving Batman to find you in another country where you had fled during the Regime era.

- He needs all the help he can get against this new threat.

- You aren't sure what to say when you see Batman walk towards you while you try to secure the streets.

- "Oh, great, it's my ex-husband."

- "Enough with the fighting. We're still married, I need your help defending Earth against Brainiac."

- You ignore what he says about still being married and agree to help defend Earth.

- Deep down, Bruce knows now that you're in his grasp again you can't leave anymore.

- You're reunited and you'll be staying.

- Unbeknownst to you, the stress has harmed Batman mentally.

- The war, the loss of you and Damian switching sides, now the drones....

- This world is falling apart.

- To fix it he needs you beside him.

- It doesn't matter if he has to force you or not.

- Now that he's found you, he plans on resuming your relationship.

- "It's been years... I'm happy to have finally found you. I need you... the world needs you. Come back to me. Let's make this right."

#yandere dc comics #yandere dc imagine #yandere batman #yandere injustice #yandere injustice imagine #yandere injustice 2

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albatmobile · 1 year

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 21

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: violence | 8.1k includes: answers are finally revealed! also- angst

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 21: A Million Years Ago | ao3 - wattpad

When you wake up, Jason’s already gearing up. Roy's apparently side-lined alongside you.

“I know we said we didn’t want to involve you,” Jason slips on his domino mask before facing you. It’s still so early and you’re still so horny after last night that all your comic book fantasies smack into you at full force. You gulp lightly as you force yourself to focus back in on what he’s saying. “But it’s clear you’re already involved and we need your expertise,” Jason stops so Roy can pick up where he left off.

Roy walks over to you with his laptop, showing you the ongoing case file he has, “We need your help hacking back into the organization. This time, we’ll be more prepared.”

“Anything I’m looking for in particular?” You feign ignorance, hoping they’ll buy it.

There’s an uncomfortable, worm-like feeling going on in your stomach with the way they wholeheartedly accept your lie. You’re not one to lie, but damn, are you doing a lot of it recently. It’s not like you and you can’t wait to get your parents out of the picture so you won’t have to anymore.

“We need to know the scope of the organization.”

Great.

“Names,” You supply, feeling dread pool in your stomach. “You want names.”

You want to protect yourself while also protecting their family- now, as they’ve put it, your family. Are you truly willing, even able, to give up your blood for your found family if it comes down to it?

You know they’re going to find out, so if push comes to shove, will you really be able to follow through with your decision? Better yet, will you be able to live with your decision?

“We know you gave us the two main ones, but shit like this always goes deeper,” Roy shrugs like you already know and, boy, do you fucking know. “We just need to know what we’re up against before we go making any more big moves. This time, just be a bit more careful with the tracking,” Roy jokes, but you wince.

“She’s more than capable, Harper,” Damian tuts, coming to your rescue. He walks out of his room, shirtless and into the kitchen. The chiseled man throws the soggy towel he’d been drying off with onto the back of Jason’s chair, only to immediately be whipped by the aforementioned towel. “Fuck you, Todd.”

“Fuck did you disappear off to for an hour, demon fuck?”

“Some of us shower, swamp ass,” Damian spits right back.

They wrestle over the towel for a bit until Roy eventually gets up to ‘referee.’

You roll your eyes, knowing he hadn’t just showered but had also just finished his meticulous skin regimen, “You still have a 30-minute face routine?”

“You still ask dumb questions?” He immediately whips around to sneer at you, causing an easy laugh to erupt.

You miss bantering with Damian like this. Like old times. Like the only thing wrong was your dumb algebra homework due Monday.

Now…

You distract Damian well enough that Jason wins the tug-of-war. He growls when Jason gets another hit on him and makes to hit him with a closed fist until Roy rips the panting idiots away from each other.

“Put a shirt on, Wayne,” Jason spits as he sits back down, rubbing at his cheek that Damian had scratched.

The tanned man smiles with wicked glee at the remnants of his attack, “Tower’s got my name on it. I think I’ll remain comfortably shirtless in my penthouse.”

Damian saunters over to the chair across from you and uncharacteristically spreads himself out as if he’s tanning under the LED chandelier.

“More like daddy’s tower,” Jason and Roy snicker to themselves, but you just roll your eyes.

As much as he still likes to pretend he’s not Bruce’s kid, you hope deep down he knows he is. Hell, if he didn’t consider himself a part of the family, how could you? Your stomach sinks at the very thought.

“Perhaps,” Damian smirks, “but it is my penthouse, nonetheless. From what I recall of your subpar abode, this whole situation should be considered a once-in-a-lifetime upgrade for you, Todd.”

“Yeah, you inbred brat?” Jason makes to get up, but a quick, reactionary hand on his thigh from you stops him right in his tracks.

He looks at you in confusion, calming almost immediately at the contact.

You use it as an opportunity to stop Damian while he’s ahead. Lord knows when the dude gets going, he gets going. And Jason? Jason’s problem isn’t getting going. No, Jason’s problem is stopping once he reaches the point of no return.

Definitely a clash to prevent, though Roy seems mildly amused by it all, you note with exasperation. Is he wanting to break up more petty fights or get on with the fucking mission?

“Damian,” You chastise him with an unimpressed look, the one that tells him to cut it out or risk sincerely pissing you off. He knows this look well and backs off instantly.

You don’t know what’s pissing Jason and Roy off more: Damian being shirtless and showing off or him obeying you just like that. No, you know it’s the latter based on the seething looks they’re shooting at his impish smile.

“I just came back out here to ask if Roy needs a babysitter for tonight.”

Roy’s eyes narrow, turning to Damian with a deadly seriousness that throws the tanned man off for a brief moment, “I’ll be fine taking care of my family on my own.”

He’s so busy staring Damian down he doesn’t see the hesitation in Jason’s eyes. You, yourself, would also appreciate Damian skipping patrol to keep an eye on everyone while Jason tracked down the lead.

You open your mouth to vouch for Damian staying, but Jason beats you to it. Regardless of their tiffs, they’re brothers and they still have to look out for each other.

“Some extra help might be nice with your injury,” He gives his boyfriend a wary glance, “Just thinking of Lian.” He adds, instantly regretting it when Roy’s face sours.

“You don’t think I’m thinking of our daughter?”

“That’s not what I said!” Jason insists and turns to you for support. You feel like a deer in the headlights as everyone’s eyes fall on you, looking to you as some sort of fucked up mediator for the whole debacle. “Roy, just think about it. You’ll both be injured, sitting here like, well, sitting ducks.”

Roy’s been, understandably, tense since the garage run-in and here comes yet another opportunity for shit to hit the fan with the people he cares about.

Everyone’s patience has been tested throughout this whole ordeal. With so much more adversity ahead, it’s easy to lose hope and give in to frustration.

Everyone’s at their wits ends after so many run-ins that had the potential to be deadly. You’re all extremely lucky a few stab wounds are the only injuries you’ve acquired or, more reasonably, that you’re all still very much alive somehow.

You don’t want to provoke him further, nor do you want him to get the idea you’re all trying to undermine him, but, yeah, Damian should stay. It’s obvious that Roy’s pride is the only thing that's standing in the way.

“I trust Roy knows what he’s doing,” Is what you end up saying.

His verdant eyes flash an emotion you can’t quite place as he takes you in. It’s over as soon as it begins and soon after, he uncrosses his arms, “We need info on the bomb and we need an eye on Cheshire's whereabouts. You both need to be out there more than you need to be here.” He looks between Jason and Damian expectantly, “Soo, take a hint and hit the road, Boy Wonder.”

Though he detests the nickname, Damian leaves at the same time Jason does. Damian takes off after Cheshire while Jason goes back to investigating the bomb manufacturer.

Once Lian’s attention leaves Titus, she easily becomes preoccupied with her toys in her room. Meanwhile, Roy rearranges Damian's living room into a makeshift pillow fort. There's even a pile of snacks all set out for you by the time you’re finished changing out of what you’d slept in.

“Thanks for having my back earlier. It means a lot,” He says, though he’s still focused on the laptop in his lap.

You have to use one of Damian’s spares, considering your laptop is completely traceable after your dumb move.

You shrug, “I have faith in you. I know you wouldn’t put your two favorite girls in danger.” You wink at him and nearly startle when he blushes. You nudge him playfully, “Don’t tell me you’re getting all soft on me now, Harper.”

His usual charm is back on at full force.

Whether it’s forced or not, you don’t have the energy to figure it out. All your attention is focused on what exactly Roy will be here to find out with you in the upcoming minutes. This time, there’s no lying to be done. No, there’s no way to hide anything when he’ll be right next to you reading the screen at the same time you are.

He winks with a wolfish smirk, “I’d never get soft on you, princess. I promise.” He waggles his eyebrows obnoxiously, leaving you to smack his shoulder playfully.

Bending down, you sit next to him in the mess of feather pillows Damian seems to keep everywhere. You pull Lian’s fluffy Superman blanket onto your lap and peek over to see how far he’s gotten into editing your program. He still has some ways to go, so you lean your head on his shoulder, reveling in the calmness before shit presumably hits the fan.

It always does.

“You’ve got a solid build so far, just a few tweaks,” His brows are knit together in concentration as his fingers fly across the keyboard.

“Gee, where was this level of dedication when you made me do your homework for you? Now you’re sitting here giving me shit during some fucked up version of a code review?” You tease, hating how perfect his smirk is.

You notice how he watches you through the glare of the screen when you nestle into his neck and barely withhold your blush.

“Precisely,” He snorts and uses his prosthetic hand to flick you on the nose. You grin and chase after his retreating arm, pretending to bite at it. He merely uses his finger to tilt your chin up and takes in your bewildered eyes, “Y’know, this shit’s gonna take another couple of minutes.”

You gulp under his imploring gaze. His voice, already deep, deepens into a syrupy rasp that leaves you captivated by its coarse, hypnotic rumble.

“Oh?”

You mentally berate yourself for such a dumb response.

This is Roy, the absolute dumbass you’ve always known him to be and yet he still manages to catch you off guard.

He seems to be thinking the same thing because his smirk only widens, “I am, of course, talking about a pillow fight, princess.”

You don’t have time to take in his words before a pillow’s barreling smack in your face- NOT lightly, mind you.

“Roy!” You move to grab a pillow, but he smacks you again, sending feathers up into the air like a plume of smoke.

You blindly grab in front of you, only to retract your hand with lightning speed when Roy moans.

You’re hoping he’ll let your mistake go unnoticed, but, of course, he doesn’t. How could he when you just grabbed for his fucking dick??

“You’re dirty, you know that?” He corals your still shocked form into the corner of the pillow fort, “All I wanted to do was have some innocent fun and here you are groping me like some kind of slut.” You gasp, feeling yourself react to the name in more ways than one. He parts your thighs with his sinful, freckled hands and you easily comply. “Tell me,” He says your name like an oath, “are you a slut?”

Your mouth is open wide, completely stupefied by the recent developments.

They definitely didn’t teach you about any of this in your coding courses, that’s for fucking sure.

The tent in his sweatpants twitches and you gulp when he purposefully does it again for you. It’s at this moment that the laptop beeps, signaling the program’s readiness. You use Roy’s distracted state to destroy half the pillow fort as you scramble around him just in time to stop the server from pulling up any documents.

Roy’s on you in mere seconds.

“I-” You let him take the laptop from you as you trail off, focusing on the files loading onto the screen.

“What are you doing?” He tilts his head curiously before stating the obvious, “It’s working.” More and more files fill the screen, proving that, yes, it’s doing what you'd coded it to do.

“Yup, it’s working.”

Great.

He mistakes your tone for something else and tilts the laptop towards you just in time for you to see your name pulled up on a document.

“You did a really good job. I’m impressed,” He commends you. “And you are speaking to a fellow tech genius, by the way, princess.”

Your eyes widen at the document he’s yet to see. You look back at Roy, hoping to cover your reaction up so he doesn’t look back down at the screen.

“That means a lot, Roy,” You force a smile and, in the spur of the moment, pull him in for a hug as an old picture of your family crossing a street somewhere covers the screen. “Really,” You squeeze him when he tries to pull back after a few seconds.

“Woah,” He snorts. “Called you a slut and now you can’t keep your hands off of me? Nice.” You feel him nodding to himself on your shoulder.

You can hardly focus on him, though, as pictures of syringes and test subjects flash across the screen. Your stomach is in knots and your head spins into a flurry of half-assed plans on how to stop the program before Roy can see… see…

Your heart races cold with adrenaline as your hands draw Roy’s, diverting his attention back to your face in a last-ditch effort to prevent him from seeing… your college ID photo from a year ago??? Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at the sight, something that Roy catches and threatens his gaze downward.

With the confusion on your face still clear as day, you’re desperate.

“Kiss me,” His searching eyes flick up before he can see the screen to meet your panicked ones.

He sputters, “Are you feeling alright?” He places the back of his hand on your head as if to check your temperature, “Don’t tell me you’re not still up to do some nerdy hacking shit, beautiful?”

The crisis has been averted for now, but how much longer will you be able to stave him off? You know the answer is: not very long.

He goes to turn his head to the screen, but you pull it back to you, “Yeah,” You nod and his brows knit in confusion, “I mean, no, I’m not. Maybe we should just wait until Jay gets back.”

He shakes his head, “But you said-”

“I know what I said!” You’re becoming increasingly panicked and it’s becoming increasingly harder to hide. You quiet your voice back down to a normal level. “I just mean,” You sigh, looking away from him, “I think something might happen."

You gulp, hoping he won’t press further, but knowing Roy, he isn’t just going to let it slide.

“Lian would love someone to play with if you need me to take over,” He puts a gentle hand on your thigh that you follow until he glances down, too. You quickly lift your eyes and lift his head from the direction of the laptop to face you again. “If it makes you feel any better, I won’t tell Jay you chickened out,” He says your name with a wink.

God, why’s he so understanding?

Hopefully, that can still be said after what you’re about to do.

“Sure,” You drawl, thinking of your next move. He can’t see that screen. He pats your thigh and goes to move away, but your hand traps his, “Roy, please.” You plead.

If only he’d just leave this alone.

“Now you’re begging me?” He bites his lower lip, “You’re doin’ things to me, princess.” You sigh, realizing the moment you’d feared earlier has finally arrived. He takes in your distracted, seemingly sad state with confusion. “You good, baby?”

“No,” You say finally.

It’s the truth.

He immediately drops his frat boy facade to comfort you.

“Let me take over,” He rubs your shoulder and looks down at the laptop in his lap, where Joker’s face is smacked in the middle of an invoice of some sort. “Seeing all this must bring up a lot of old scars,” His eyes inadvertently flicker to your neck. “I know this can’t be easy for you.”

“Oh,” You lament with a bitter laugh, “you have no idea.”

“Well,” He ruffles your hair, “I’ve got your back, sexy. Sexy back. Bringing it?” His eyes cross and you know he’s just saying random shit to make you laugh, but it only makes you feel worse for what you’re about to do.

You give a half-hearted chuckle that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

There’s no more time to waste.

“Just let me do one more thing,” You pluck the computer from him before he can protest.

You switch around files at random, opening multiple you don’t need to in the process to cover up the file with your last name plastered all over it. In the process, you end up making the same rookie mistake you’d made in the garage. This time, though, somewhat on purpose.

The headquarters location blinks on the map somewhere east of the blinking dot that represents Damian’s apartment. Upon closer inspection, you see it’s right by the docks.

“What are you doing?!” Roy grabs the laptop out of your hands and, in a panic, you snatch it back with a scared look before he can see the extent of the damage. “What’s going on with you? You’re going to give away our location if you haven’t fucking done it-”

“Dad,” Lian peaks under the pillow fort and tugs at Roy’s metallic fingers. You both stop your quarreling and look at her with wild eyes, calming immediately when she shoots you both a questioning head tilt. “I’m ready for my story.”

Roy exhales. The chaos in the room quiets with it.

“Lian, baby,” Roy sighs, rubbing his hands down his face tiredly.

He momentarily forgets about the laptop long enough for you to get ahold of it again and close out of the file, but not before seeing a new name- Sionis Industries.

That’s odd.

You pull this file up and enlarge it on the screen while Roy lectures Lian about ‘interrupting dad during his work.’

When he’s done, he turns to you with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” You say instantly. You really are.

“Yeah,” He sounds gruff as he nods with pursed lips. “Let’s just hope Damian’s got an eye on Cheshire,” Lian giggles, though you personally feel sick to your stomach at her mother’s name. “Come on, etai yazi. Let’s get you to bed,” He throws his phone your way and you catch it easily, albeit confused. “Text Jay the new address.”

You don’t know how Roy’s able to keep his cool like this when you’ve completely blown your cover- again.

You text Jason the HQ address, along with the info on Sionis Industries, while Roy scurries Lian off into the other room.

You roll your neck, feeling the weight of eyes on you, then snort, realizing how paranoid you sound. If someone was going to strike, based on Cheshire’s rapid response time the day before, they’d have already made their move.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Lian’s favorite dinosaur plushie on the ground and bend down to pick it up. At this exact moment, a bullet pierces the wall behind where your head had just been.

Your eyes blink owlishly down at the toy before your body takes over.

A barrage of bullets scatter your way and you’re forced to roll behind the kitchen island to gain some sort of barrier.

At the sound of shattering glass and, you know, bullets, Roy runs into the room, bionic arm drawn in preparation, “STAY DOWN!”

He calls out your name somewhere in the chaos, but you’re already ducking. You roll across the floor out of the way as another round of bullets is spat at you through the skyline-facing window.

It’s quiet for a beat. It’s too long for the assailant to be reloading.

Roy scurries in a crouch over to you, arm still at the ready.

Once he’s within reach, you waste no time in throwing your arms around him, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You’re shaking.

“It’s not over yet,” He puts a loose arm around you and squeezes. “Stay alert; keep them away from Lian. Use the bracelet.”

You nod, feeling your head fog with the overwhelming adrenaline coursing through your veins as you click the SOS button.

Both your heads snap up at the sound of gleeful whistling.

Roy places a finger to his lips, eyes filled with warning.

A deep chuckle- a man.

“Anyone home?” Roy’s eyes shoot open, seeming to recognize the drawling voice instantly. “I’m a man with a schedule,” You hear him shuffling furniture around. “Let me rephrase that; I’m a man who intends to keep his schedule.” A breath, “Strictly.”

The heavy boots come to a halt in front of the island. You watch Roy’s hand twitch as he contemplates his next move. He nods to himself, then looks over at you before slowly standing with his hands up. You follow his muscular form as he moves around the corner, keeping his eyes strictly on the man in front of him.

“Deadshot,” Roy says once he fully stands.

“Arsenal,” Deadshot responds with the same bored greeting. “Give her up and there will be no fight,” They seem to be sizing each other up. “You know I’d never hurt your girl, Arsenal.” He sounds genuine enough that you feel some relief. At least Lian’ll be safe from your selfish move. “Only one needs to die.”

As if that’s any comfort to Roy.

“I,” Roy trails off and you realize he’s stalling until Jason can get back here. Roy sighs, “See, that’s the problem. That woman you’re after? She’s my girl too.”

They must be looking at each other or something because there’s another beat of silence.

“You know what I meant,” It’s almost as if Deadshot’s pleading with Roy like he doesn’t actually want to kill you. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be. You know it’s just a job.”

“You and Hood have a pact!” Roy tries.

A pause, “And?” His hoarse laugh would probably be considered sexy if it weren’t for the fact that, you know, the dude’s currently trying to put a bullet through your skull. “Does it look like he’s here right now? Even if he was, what good would it do? I’ve got a contract,” He restates purposefully.

“Please,” Roy continues to reason with him. “Your contract, that woman, she’s his,” Roy trails off, seemingly remembering that you’re not even five feet away. Even in the heat of the moment, you can’t help but quirk a brow. Just what exactly are you to Jason? “If we just wait until he gets here, we can sort it all out.”

“You know I can’t do that. I’ve got to provide for my girl.” Based on the small shuffles and scuffs from Deadshot’s boots, you can tell that they’re moving around now. “Don’t forget that when I do the unforgivable; inevitable but still unforgivable, it’s not coming from a place of malice. I trust you’ll forgive me someday,” He tuts at Roy’s lack of response before moving to address you. “Stand.”

When you don’t, he shoots a warning shot at the fridge directly in front of where you’re facing.

Your heart’s beating loud as you stare at the bullet hole that tore through your blurred reflection on the stainless steel.

“You’re on thin fucking ice,” Roy spits. “Contract or not, you’re fucking with Red Hood’s territory,” His voice is absolute venom. “I reckon that’s a pretty pricey gamble. Maybe even pricier than that contract of yours. Give me information, let her go and I won’t mention a thing to my partner.”

“Territory? Please,” He snorts, “ do you really take me for a fool? I think you forget who has the power right now, Arsenal,” He shifts and his voice addresses you again. “I believe I told you to stand.”

Your usual quick mouth is uncharacteristically quiet as you search for what to do.

You decide it might just be best to give in and do what he says.

At the last second, you second-guess yourself and lift up one of your slippers instead. It’s shot through in the blink of an eye and you’re left slack-jawed over the fact that if you’d gotten up like you’d planned to, you’d now be headless.

“Please,” You beg, praying to whatever gods out there that he’ll be out of bullets or something.

The man makes a pleased hum upon hearing your pleading voice. “I’m not usually some masochistic asshole, but darling,” His voice deepens. When you look up, you see him peering over the island at you with his one good eye, “I don’t think I mind a beautiful woman like you begging me like this.” You shiver, not out of attraction but disgust. His eyes remain on yours through the reflection as if he were a predator eyeing up his prey, “I won’t ask again.”

You have no choice now but to stand and face the judge, jury and executioner, otherwise known as Deadshot. The mercenary you’d only ever seen in comics is not only very much real but he also poses a very real threat.

Deadshot almost kills you again when you stand, but Roy’s already prepared for the predictable shot. The redhead tackles him to the ground, but not before getting point-blank pistol-whipped.

It’s not funny, like, at all.

It really isn’t with the intensity of the moment. This being said, you can’t help a small snort from escaping, much to Roy’s chagrin.

The gun clatters to the ground and, in their tussle, you use their distracted state to grab it.

You stare down at the Glock with wide eyes for a fraction of a second before stowing the gun in the lower kitchen cabinets. This is definitely a weapon you don’t want used against you.

The sounds of their struggles pound against your eardrums, beating in tandem with your rapid pulse.

You know you need to help Roy get the upper hand, but at the same time, you don’t want to become a casualty while trying to intervene. Your feet remain glued to the ground, stuck in the muck of your own indecision.

Roy’s sluggishly countering Deadshot’s strikes and his breathing is audibly already heavy after the head injury he’s been dealt. Coupled with his previous injuries from Cheshire yesterday, you know he’s not anywhere near his peak condition to fight.

Another hard strike to the same spot on Roy’s head and he’s out.

“Now, now,” The mercenary saunters towards you in an almost cat-like nature. “Where were we, doll?” Your breath catches in your throat as you allow him to advance on you until you’re completely backed against the cold metal of the fridge. “Such a shame I have to kill you,” He takes in your wild, innocent eyes with a cocky smirk. “Really,” He murmurs as the back of his gloved hand glides slowly against your cheek. You wince at the gentle touch and attempt to push him away, but it’s in vain. He laughs and moves his face in closer, “Any last words, beautiful?”

You squirm under his unforgiving hold as he abruptly pins your wrists against the fridge. You wince at the contact and draw your knees up to 1: to protect your wound and 2: to fuck him up with your dead weight. However, your weight doesn’t seem to deter him in the slightest. The mercenary hardly falters as he adjusts his grip on you, only to slam you into the fridge again, causing your feet to drop to the floor.

“Roy!” You cry out, searching for him desperately.

Roy, somewhat dazed after coming to, stumbles toward the mercenary from behind.

Your feet aren’t on the ground for long before he picks you back up by your neck, noticing the blood seeping through the stomach of your shirt. He eyes the crimson curiously, “Don’t tell me I wasn’t the one to pop your mercenary cherry, doll,” He uses his gun to lift up your shirt, inhaling over dramatically as your festering wound’s exposed to the cold air that spills in from the shattered windows. “Well, now. That’d put a damper on anyone’s party now, wouldn’t it?” He continues to lift up your shirt while you continue to struggle. “Tell me to stop and I will, gorgeous.”

Your tongue is caught in your throat as the tip of his pokes out to lick greedily at his lips.

“Hey!” Roy tugs him back by the nape of his uniform, arm at the ready to release a sucker punch on him with his prosthetic. “Stop flirting with my,” Roy hesitates in the heat of the moment. “Well, I don’t know yet, but she’s mine,” The last word comes out as a hiss as Roy brings down his fist across Deadshot’s face savagely.

You drop to the floor and scurry right into… Your eyes lift from the familiar combat boots to an even more familiar red helmet- Red Hood.

You gasp and fall backward, looking up at him with startled eyes.

He regards you on the floor briefly before turning his attention to the main quarrel.

“Lawton,” Red Hood’s modulated voice cuts through the quiet.

You turn around on the floor to see Roy holding Deadshot by the front of his shirt, arm frozen as it’s poised to release.

Deadshot holds up his hands in surrender, still within Roy’s grip, “Hood.”

Roy lets him drop to the floor, though he gets up milliseconds after touching the ground, wiping off imaginary dust from his suit in the process.

“Robin’s on the way,” Every loud step he takes makes a purposeful, resounding impact in the room. He meets Deadshot face to face and, you notice that, although Jason’s form is much stockier, Deadshot has at least a half inch on him, if not a bit more. “In the meantime, you’re going to tell me about this contract of yours,” A moment passes as Jason steadies his gun. “Who are you working for?”

Deadshot holds up his hands in surrender again, “Can’t you just let me off with a nice spanking and we can call it even?” There’s a clicking noise as Jason switches the safety off. “You used to be so much more fun when you weren’t shackled down, Hood,” He winks and you feel a rush of jealousy in your stomach, noticing Roy’s very much in the same boat.

“I don’t have time for your games, Lawton,” His warbled voice drawls monotonously as he cocks the gun.

A beat passes as Deadshot seems to come to terms with the situation, “Fine.” He sighs. “Just put the fucking Glock down, would ya?” He mutters something about it being sacrilege to be killed with such a basic gun. “As far as I know, there’re four groups of people in charge of this, I don’t know, account of some kind. They've all been funneling money into it.” Roy looks confused, but Red Hood remains firm, coaxing him for more information.

“Names,” Jason demands dully.

Deadshot scratches at his mask, “Gee, can’t seem to remember.”

“No?” Jason tilts his head menacingly, steadying his gun before you can finish exhaling, “Maybe this’ll jog your memory."

Deadshot groans, feeling himself being cornered.

You’re right in front of the open door, thinking the danger is under control, when a cold sharpness stops your breathing in its tracks. A quick glance around the room proves this assailant’s gone unnoticed.

“Hello again, rabbit,” Cheshire’s familiar, eerie voice shushes you. “Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, now would we?”

Meanwhile, Deadshot begins to list off contacts.

“Joker, Two Face,” He trails off with a slight smirk, “chick’s parents.” He laughs, “And here I was thinking I’m giving my kid issues,” He nudges Roy playfully, but Roy shakes off his touch with visible contempt.

At the mention of your parents, three sets of eyes land on you. The three men startle when they find you being held at knifepoint.

Cheshire has you captive with a knife, just as the Joker had done all those years ago. Even through Jason’s helmet, you can see him thinking the same thing. You know he’d tell you to stay calm, so you attempt to follow his non-verbal advice, though it’s easier said than done.

Cheshire’s musically cruel laugh chimes gratingly against your ear, “Oh, but she already knows. Don’t you, rabbit?” You can practically hear her beaming behind her mask as she unveils you to be the liar you truly are. “She knows all about the little organization they’ve built around her, but I didn’t realize she’d kept it from everyone.” Her head snakes from behind you to sneer at the side of your face, though you refuse to look at her. No, you’re more focused on the crumbling ruins of the family you’ve injected yourself into, watching as it's destroyed right in front of your very eyes. “Now, be a doll and fill them in on your little scheme.”

You can't see it, but you know Jason’s calculated eyes are on you from underneath his helmet.

“I,” Your voice catches in your throat. You try to swallow it down and regret it instantly when it burns with a sharp pain on the way down. “Why?” You grit your teeth, not understanding why she wants to see you fumble. Isn’t it just a contract to her?

You must’ve voiced the last part out loud because she chortles.

“At first, yes, but this is just starting to get juicy. I’ll collect my money after you’ve dug your grave.” She doesn’t seem to have any more patience for your resistance. “Tell them,” She hisses each word as a pointed threat, drawing the knife closer all the while.

You’re left with no choice.

“The other day in the garage,” Your eyes frantically search their eyes for understanding, but it ultimately reveals nothing. “I found out my parents were controlling the organization and I,” You wince, “I tried to hide it from you.” Your voice cracks as you look between the two men.

“Go on,” She’s enjoying this entirely too much. Surprisingly, Jason and Roy aren’t putting a stop to it as they wait for your next words. “You’re a part of it too, are you not? I’ve been calling you rabbit, but perhaps a more fitting name would be rat.”

“No!” You shout, wincing when the blade catches on your skin. “No, I’m not- I wasn’t- I didn’t!” Your brows knit together, hoping they believe you. “I didn’t know until yesterday, I swear!”

“She’s been a part of it since the beginning,” Cheshire tsks with exaggerated disapproval.

If you could, you’d shake your head no, but it’s not exactly a smart option at the moment.

Compared to Red Hood’s covered expression, Roy’s emotions are clear as day. You’re able to see the confusion, realization and then, eventually, anger smack across Roy’s face.

“You messed up earlier on… on purpose?” He looks like can’t believe it and, hey, maybe he can’t. It was a shitty, selfish, not to mention completely out-of-character thing for you to do. “You knew the whole time?”

Everyone’s eyes fall on you again.

“No, I swear,” You try to reason with him, but you’ve never seen this look on Roy’s face before, “Just yesterday. Please, you have to believe me-”

You’re about to tell them about all the trials and how, in this situation, if you were any type of rat, it’d be a lab rat, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

Roy cuts off your pleading monotonously, “Well, forgive me if I fucking don’t.”

“Oh, no,” Her fake caring voice is like nails on a chalkboard to you. All you want to do is go to sleep in between your boyfr- in between Jason and Roy. “Trouble in paradise?”

It’s an understatement, to say the least.

She wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to destroy your world before taking you down.

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe,” You absentmindedly shake your head, regretting it instantly when blood spills from the knife in the process. You bite back a pained groan at the prickling sting from the blade and focus on an escape plan.

With Deadshot, you’d been too compliant.

Not this time.

You’ve beat this crazy bitch before and, all be damned, if you weren’t about to do it again.

No firepower, no car. This time, it’s just blades and fists.

It’s on.

You quickly step to the side, grabbing her lithe wrist in the process. You then yank down and body her to the ground, using her own weight against her. Between the slits in her mask, you see Cheshire’s startled eyes look back at you.

It’s then you know Cheshire remembers she’s fucked with the wrong one.

She’s slower than she had been on account of, you know, being forced under the grille of your car. Other than that, though, she seems completely untouched. It’s a little unnerving.

You don’t give her a chance to distract you enough to risk losing the upper hand, so you kick her square in the face with all your might. Her mask clatters to the ground with a hollowed bang that echos in tandem with her pained cry.

Now you’re better able to see the extent of the damage you’d dealt.

She’s sporting a large gash across her forehead and cheek. Her right eye and upper lip match, both being comedically puffed up and bruised, while the rest of the damage remains hidden under her uniform.

You land another kick. This time, upside the chin.

She blacks out for a few seconds before she flips up off the ground, wiping fruitlessly at the fountain of blood erupting from her mouth. The Asian woman rolls her neck before settling into a sparring stance that you match.

From across the room, the men finally take action and intervene, but not before the two of you can charge at each other. Upon clashing, your wound stirs sinisterly, but the sight of her blood only adds fuel to your fire.

You have no choice but to win.

Cheshire gets one good hit on you, but it’s all you need to unleash the same savage blow back at her.

It’s more satisfying having your knuckles come into contact with her bare skin as opposed to her dumb mask. You manage to lay a haymaker on her soft, tanned cheek. A wicked grin tugs at your mouth as you lay another one on the other cheek, moving her face from side to side with the raw power of your fists.

Cheshire clearly doesn’t care about whatever agreement they have going on with Deadshot and quickly overpowers you before you can land another hit.

Though it feels like minutes, your quarrel has been mere seconds.

The thinly veiled threat in her eyes is obvious as she looks from Roy to Red Hood, assuring them she’d kill you long before they’d be able to save you. Begrudgingly, they back off, thinking of the best way to intervene.

“You know, rabbit. I don’t like you,” You groan when she pounds into where she’d stabbed you the day before. She grabs for her mask, resecuring it before you can even blink. “In fact, I don’t like you at all,” Her head tilts menacingly before surveying the shocked inhabitants of the room. She chuckles, “This isn’t just a contract for me now. No, I’m going to take actual delight in killing you,” She tilts her mask up so you’re able to see her shark-like smile. “Every second of it.”

Roy calls your name. You waste no time rolling out of her grasp and jump out of the way just in time to miss one of Roy’s electric arrows. Cheshire, on the other hand? Yeah, not so much. She spasms erratically on the floor and you watch as the twitches become few and far between until she’s out like a light.

Robin, well, Damian, shows up a minute later. You watch as he takes in the tattered remains of his penthouse.

“I see you’ve found Cheshire.” No one says anything as Deadshot salutes before backflipping out of the shot-out window and into the night. “Alright,” Damian looks from you and the assassin on the ground, then over at his brother and Roy. “Belle Reve’s already expecting her. You guys should,” He trails off, seeming to remember Cheshire’s still very much present, “We’ll talk momentarily. We don’t want to risk anything,” He drags her body over his shoulder before approaching where Deadshot had just been to check that he was actually gone too. “I’m glad you’re safe,” He remains there for a few more seconds, taking you in before he jumps into the dark abyss of the Gotham night.

A gusty breeze blows in and sends the scattered glass shimmering across his Versace carpet. Aside from the bullet holes, it seems like the window was the only real casualty tonight.

Roy slinks over to sit on the kitchen counter and Jason follows easily. You, however, stay firmly planted where you are, feeling like an outsider to them again.

You shrink in on yourself as Jason busies himself by checking over Roy with a loving carefulness you’d been lavished with just last night. Upon your first step closer, their attention snaps to you, as if finally remembering that you’re still in the room.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

“So, you knew the whole time,” Jason rips off his helmet to tear into exactly what you’ve been trying to avoid. “Or, well, at least since the garage, right?” You nod and he scoffs. Meanwhile, Roy just looks away, “And you didn’t say shit to us and led us on a wild goose chase?”

You break down at everything, understanding their anger, but know that, now, all you can do now is be apologetic. “I wanted to tell you both last night-”

“Yeah?” Jason cuts you off with a glare cold enough to freeze you in your tracks, “Before or after I told you everything?” His words sting, but you take it, knowing you deserve it. “You put all of us in danger, our family and for what? Your secret? You had to have known we’d figure it out at some point.”

You knew they would figure it out; you just didn’t think it’d be the next fucking day.

You feel like absolute shit.

“And with Lian in the room next door?” Roy continues right where Jason had left off. Though your parents have never berated you, you imagine this is pretty close to what it'd be like. “If it had been someone worse than Deadshot, Lian could’ve been seriously harmed,” Your eyes water and you want to yell back that you already fucking know. You want to scream that you feel like shit about it, but you don’t. You just take it. “You’re lucky you weren’t harmed with your shitty hacking.”

You sniffle, taking the insult. However, Jason seems to realize this is getting out of hand and places a calming hand on Roy’s shoulder, but it’s too late. Roy’s high on adrenaline and only getting started.

“I know,” You nod your head, electing to stare at the ground.

You’ve never seen Roy mad, let alone towards you, but you understand completely. You put the #1 girl in his life in harm's way and you’d never forgive yourself. You can’t imagine being in his shoes right now.

“I can’t,” Roy huffs in aggravation. “All I can think about is how you probably fucked up on purpose. Either that or you shouldn’t’ve rushed through your hacking classes like you did.”

In an ironic twist from earlier, it seems Jason’s the calm one while Roy only seems to be ramping up.

“First of all,” Jason finally comes to your defense, “She’s a programmer, Roy. A young one at that and I can almost guarantee she’s never been in a position where she’s had to hack on this caliber before.”

Roy cuts him off, sounding somewhat hysterical, “Then why did we leave Lian with her when the stakes were this high yesterday?”

Jason’s eyes flick from you to Roy like he hopes you know not to take too much of it to heart, but how can you not?

“Love,” Roy’s eyes shoot open and he looks at his boyfriend head-on, “How many times has she saved her?” Roy refuses to look at you until Jason steps closer to you. “Do you forget who she is to us?” Roy looks at you now with hurt spilling from his eyes. “I think it’s convenient that you forget you had every chance to take the hacking shit somewhere else, but you chose to do it here and told Damian to go on patrol.”

The coffee machine whirs to life, sending everyone on guard before falling limply again out of sheer exhaustion.

“I thought the two of us could,” Roy rubs at his face in irritation. You wished you’d never done the hacking, that the two of you should’ve just gone to bed and waited for Jason to get back. Now, you’re stuck dealing with this shitshow. Roy’s eyes visibly water and yours soon follow suit. He starts again, “I thought the two of us could handle it because I have faith in you.”

He said have, not had.

Maybe he’d misspoken?

“Even now?” Your voice wobbles as you ask for clarification you desperately need.

He nods tiredly, “Even now.”

At least it’s something.

Jason rubs at both of your shoulders now. He’s definitely come a long way from the person he was in high school and how he’s dealing with this situation proves it. If he’s changed, maybe you’ve changed too.

“We’ve all made mistakes. Especially me, especially Roy,” He shoots a pointed look Roy’s way, who looks away bashfully. “And, especially at your age.”

Roy had accused you of messing up on purpose the first time and it hasn’t been sitting right with you.

As everyone settles, you choose your words carefully.

“The first time was an honest mistake,” You sigh. “I take full responsibility for what happened tonight, though. Tonight, I wasn’t thinking about anything other than covering my ass.” It’s quiet as you bow your head under their reprimanding gazes. “That being said, I’m no fucking rat,” You huff, referring to Cheshire’s earlier accusation. “Not in that way, at least.”

Roy’s still rightfully upset, but at least he’s looking at you now. “I believe you.”

You three sit there in silence as the situation settles, though you don’t feel as if you’ve really explained your rationale.

“I was embarrassed,” You choke back the overwhelming urge to cry. “You guys have always known my parents were shitty, but they’re thieves. They’re… murderers. They were using me as a lab rat, biding time until they could come to collect. They don’t care about me. They never did. You guys probably even knew that,” They wince as if proving your point. “And I’m still now just hearing things when we said no more lies between us. It’s no excuse for the harm I’ve put everyone in; I know, I just. Fuck! I keep fucking up when all I want is for everything to go back to normal, whatever that even means now. From now on, we tell each other everything. We need to have trust if-” You’re going to say ‘if this is going to work out,’ but what exactly is there to work out? “Just, we need to have trust. Maybe it’s selfish, but I,” You wrap your arms protectively around yourself, refusing to meet their eyes as you bare your entire heart, “I really need both of you right now.”

Their arms immediately encircle you, though you can’t quite allow yourself to give in to their touch just yet.

“We’re always here for you.”

Your heart swells.

“I know,” You hug both of them back finally and rest your head between their touching shoulders. “You both mean everything to me,” You can’t stop the words from coming out after all these years. “ Lian, too, of course.” You sniffle as you remember her tiny body sleeping in the other room. “I just want us to all be safe.” Lian had been included in too many close calls now because of you and you could never live with yourself knowing you caused harm to any person in their family. Maybe this resolution was just another selfish decision on your part. Doubt floods you before you and, before you can question it, spills out. “I don’t want to be the reason your family is destroyed,” You choke. “I know I should leave.”

Roy stops you from doing so when he says your name, “You can’t leave if you’re a part of this family too.”

You hesitate, “You don’t have to say that.”

“Since day one, you’ve been family. Even as a nerdy little kid, can’t you see that?” Roy tries to reach through to you. “Trust me. It took me a while to see it, too,” He confides, placing a delicate hand on your shoulder, “but it doesn’t make it any less true.”

You nod, appreciating his perspective as an outsider to Gotham and, subsequently, the Waynes.

The yellow calm of the moonlight trickles through the broken window, illuminating the toll this weighty situation has taken on all three of you.

“You are not your parents,” Jason finally says. “If anyone out there understands that, it’s us. We’ve known you since you were young. We know who you really are and know that you were never what they tried to make you.”

It’s the first time you feel like you’re on an even playing field with them. For once, there are no walls between the three of you for the first time since you've met.

It’s truly a fresh start.

A/N: we finally made it!! next present day chap is AHHHH

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