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demonbirds-au · 1 month

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A Robin's Devotion

Cws: Unhealthy Relationships, Mind Manipulation, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Partial Mind Control, Demon Deals, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Ambiguous Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Dick Grayson was always the first.

The first Robin, the first son, the first to be by Batman's side, the first to light his way.

He loved Batman, as much as he did Brucie. But not as much as he loves Bruce Wayne.

The secret awkward smile meant more than the picture perfect one, because the former was his. It was a gesture for Dick's eyes alone—perhaps Alfred but that was a given.

And truly, what a gift it was to see; to see him, to know him, to love the real Bruce Wayne; imperfect and broken yet so strong and gorgeous.

One faithful day, the admiration would be tested.

When the Bat could merely lay in bed with a broken rib and bruised head, a frown on his lips because even in rest he could not find peace. So little Robin sneaked in, laying his head near the man, convincing himself that his love will not leave him like the two before.

That's when she appeared. Like a phantom, a spector, a cryptid. A blessing.

Adorned in shadows and mist, a figure with no face nor form. But with a single name.

"Who are you?" The Boy Wonder whispered, glancing at the being, standing by the windows. A sliver of moonlight passes through her as her blank eyes fall upon the injured man. Robin grips the sheets, eyes narrowing.

"Gotham," came the answer, equally soft. A secret, a fact, a truth.

"My knight, my love," she slinks forward, soundless. She soothes a tender hand on Bruce's wound, crooning as the man grunts. "My son."

A moment of tranquillity sets, as both child and deity merely watches their beloved. But their love is different yet the same; just as strange as it is natural.

"You will protect him."

"I will."

"You love, my child?"

"Always."

The woman nods. She offers her hand and without any hesitation Dick grabs it. Instantly, black sigils wrap around his hand, crawling up his arm. He doesn't scream, doesn't dare to wake the sleeping man up, so instead shuts his eyes.

After a moment, he tentatively opens them. Only to notice that the woman was gone. Robin catches a look at his reflection in the windows.

The same bright blue eyes but with black sclera and the once familiar smile now sharp. He runs a hand through the small bumps on his head. 'Horns…' the boy thinks, delirious.

A part of him—his humanity—in exchange for the power and strength to keep Gotham's Dark Knight safe. For a moment, doubts cloud his heart. Did he do the right thing? Could he keep his promise? Was it worth it?

A shift, and there's Bruce, cracking his eyes open. Bleary icebergs that the boy has always loved staring at meet his own. A feeble but no less earnest attempt at a smile. Perhaps he can't see the transformation—or maybe he can but doesn't care because it's Dick.

"Chum…?" the man murmurs, reaching for his light. And who was he to deny his beloved? The boy crawls onto the bed, burying his face into the older man's side, careful of his injuries.

The kid glances up and sees that wonderful, secret smile of his, as the man starts to gently stroke Dick's hair.

'I'll protect you for as long as I'll love you…' the boy traces a clawed hand on the man's arm, mumbling his vow aloud, "Always."

Afterall…

Dick Grayson treasures Bruce, more than he does anybody, even himself.

Jason Todd was the second.

Right after the original, the sequel no one expected. Yet arguably was loved the most—or perhaps it was because the Bat was still healing from losing his first.

The one who died and left, came back and fought, then embraced as a Bat once more.

He fought, bled and wept for the man, the one who saw something in him. Something amazing, something powerful; something akin to potential.

His devotion was eternal, not even death could squash it. For, even when his mind was a chaos of green and violence, it was his voice, his face that the child clung to. His idol, his love, his heart. Bruce Wayne, who he will and had killed for.

So when the woman appeared—on one of those days where he and the Bat fought to the point they said words they didn't mean, poisonous and piercing—he was startled sure, but he had little reservation at the deal she offered; His heart, forever bound to Bruce's.

No longer will he ache or bleed, for it will belong to the man forevermore. Just as the man was his—as much as he was another's.

Jason knew about Dick—saw his true form one quiet night when the former sidekick came to visit, a distant time ago. The older teen was with his mentor in the study, talking about nothing and everything. At one point, the younger male had draped himself across Bruce, yet the man seemed unbothered.

Jason could merely gape as he peeked from the door, confusion in his eyes. Even more so when Nightwing twists to stare back at him. Then for one precious second, he wasn't Dick; dangerous eyes and a sharp smile, claws subtly tracing his brand on Bruce's arm.

Then like a thunder strike, the image was gone.

Jason knew then, that the two were more than what others thought. Heck, maybe the Greatest Detective doesn't even realise he was marked, belonged to someone—something far beyond comprehension.

With that piece of knowledge, the teen glared down at the woman before him. Her appearance did not frighten him—he's seen far worse—but it did perturb him; who was she? Why was she here?

"Red Hood. Once, Jason Todd," the spector utters, her voice is both familiar and foreign. The way she spoke, as if they knew each other when the man is fairly certain they never met—he would've recalled a woman with fathomless eyes. She tilts her head, hair swirling in the air. "You're one of mine."

At the admission, a single word blared in the crime boss' head; 'Gotham.'

His hands itched for a weapon, still strung up from the previous argument. Still feeling that acid burning his skin, the green creeping into his vision. A revered gruff voice echoing in his mind, and that stupid warm smile.

"He can be your's, just as much as you are his."

"He won't just be mine."

"Perhaps. But you'll be one of the few who truly has him."

And what could the boy say to that? So, another deal was made. Another vow was promised, another worshipper born—another soul bonded.

The Red Hood howled as the markings seared him, crawling up his arms. He panted through it all, persevered the same way he had before—with a single name on his tongue, a chant and a prayer.

After, he would dash to the manor like a maniac, as if he was being chased. Not even bothering to look at himself. His heart glowing once he saw Bruce, despite it all. He'd run up to him and embrace him, confusing the older man.

"Jaylad…?"

He doesn't get any answer so Bruce just hugs him back, confused but happy for the affection. Doesn't question why his son's heartbeat was so dangerously soft, almost silent. Unaware, as the now green-eyed man traced a pattern on his back.

Jason looked up and he swore he saw Dick for a moment. Those tarnished blue eyes reflecting his own poisoned green ones, as that same smile from all those years ago appeared. The same deal was made, by another who once wore that forsaken mantle. Another offering given; a part of him—his heart—for his beloved's. A fair price though, if you asked him.

Afterall…

Jason Todd cherishes Bruce, more than anything else, even himself.

Tim Drake was the third.

Unlike those before him, he was not given the chance to be by the Bat's side—he took it. He would do anything to be with the man; be the light when the darkness became too much.

Ask any Gothamite, they would surely agree; of what a fine pair they made. So similar, so in tuned—they were like one soul in seperate forms.

A mind that worked in tandem, in perfect sync, in their own sweet melody. But the third Robin was not so deaf, as to the other two notes in the song—the distinctive notes that reminded him that the Bat was not his alone.

And he accepted that, knowing what he had signed up for; what he had pledged the moment he donned the iconic 'R' over his heart.

He was never fazed by how… clingy the former Robins were with the man, how they would hover so close by. He always caught sight of at least one of them, hidden in the shadows, silently watching. He didn't bring it up, didn't feel the need to. It was natural, to want to protect a loved one right?

But the lad, ever so cunning—more so than even his idol at times—saw the truth for what it was. How Dick's smile turns sharp when a suitor talks to Brucie, eyes a warning and a threat; how the Red Hood becomes more violent when another villain had injured Batman, snarling and growling; how the two, no matter what, would always return to—for Bruce.

The only confusion he had was the source of the utter and complete devotion. Tim doesn't much believe in magic, he trusted numbers and charts, unquestionable facts. He knew the Bat was not a living shadow, nor an instrument of destruction, nor a God of justice like the papers speculate—he was Bruce Wayne, the boy who loved and lost. Now, grown up to make sure he would be the last to ever experience such tragedy.

Not to say Tim was any less a worshipper.

Still, it nagged at him. Why did they love the older man so much? All three of them knew him well—who knew him most though, was an argument none had the energy to execute—and he was far from perfect. They've seen him at some of his lowest, at his worst—yet the former Robins would never fail to drop everything at once if Batman were to call.

His answer came one day and he had accepted it, which brings him to the current moment. Brucie was at work, charming and delighting his guests with an affection Tim knows he hardly feels. Because the real love only appears behind the glitz and glam; when the man looks at him, at Alfred, at Jason, at Dick—at those who actually matter.

"Careful, CEO of Wayne Enterprise—some might assume you're jealous."

The comment snapped the teen out of his daze, carefully placing his cracked champagne glass down. He looked forward, scanning around steadily.

"I'm not."

The woman, so out of place yet she blends in with the crowd so seamlessly, glides to his side. They don't look at each other; her gaze on the billionaire playboy while he glimpses two familiar silhouettes, lurking and watching.

"You are," she asserts, speaking it as the fact it is, "you are, because he is not yours."

"He's not theirs either," his voice feels deafening yet not one soul seems to notice the two, "Brucie belongs to everyone, the people; Batman belongs to this city, to Gotham."

"And Bruce Wayne?"

Tim finally turns to the eldritch being, blue eyes meet those inky black pools firmly. Once, he would have laughed if someone told him he'd be here; the new Robin, now CEO of WE, talking to the manifestation of the most forsaken, dangerous place on earth. All the more, that he would make a deal with said being, one to bind him and his beloved for as long as his infinite love—just as his predecessors had.

Still, here he was.

"To us, just as he always had," he nods, eyes finally flicking back to Bruce. He hears, practically feels the pleased rumble from the two older beings, wherever they are.

The woman departs, as unassuming as when she entered.

His focus pins on Bruce, his feet bringing him to the older man's side the moment one of the females starts getting too intimate. Once he stops in front of him, Tim says nothing, merely smiling thinly at everyone before giving his idol a more warm grin. He tilts his head, eyes glowing as he gently tugs him away. The older man doesn't resist, but does offer some quick apologies to the guests. The teen couldn't care less.

As soon as they reach a quiet alcove, Tim spins on his heel, a frown as he finally lets his emotions bled through. His new appearance doesn't frighten Bruce—just as he was never horrified by Dick's or Jason's. He didn't see them as monsters, demons, or any other silly notion. He loved them, and he knew they were his boys even if they were now tainted by the darkness. Because really, how could a man feel fear for something he regularly embraces?

Tim slinks forward and pulls the taller man down a little, his newfound strength something the smaller male is still astounded by. Darken eyes lock on those precious glassy blue.

"Timmy…?"

Tenderly, he nuzzles the man's cheek, hands holding his face in place. The man allows this and when the boy pulls back, he is satisfied to see his mark glowing, evidence of whom the older man belonged to. The teen steps back, griping Bruce's own hand in a vice.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about this all day," he tells his beloved, beaming as he gestures between them. Bruce tilts his head, blinking slowly. The boy couldn't help but to coo despite himself, before lightly dragging the man back into the main hall.

Let them have Brucie, the millionaire playboy, the sad orphan turned heartbreaker.

He's paid the price—his mind—to be with the man. He'll happily collect his prize, but he's also a very patient boy. He can wait as Brucie comes out; he can sheath his claws and hide his fangs when suitors start being a little too daring. He can think of a million and one ways to deal with them.

He had vowed to be Bruce's light, so what does it matter if he burns out?

Afterall…

Tim Drake adores him, more than anyone else ever could, only him.

#brutim #brujay #brudick #batcest #proship safe #profic #pro fiction #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #dark fic

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 8 months

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He's Shorn, We're Torn

First posted: October 22, 2018

Focuses on: BatFam (Bruce POV, focused on Dick Grayson)

Favorite bookmark: "Didn't know you could make me tear up over Dick's hair, but here we are."

Tier: Within my top 30 fics in terms of metrics, shockingly

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

I really hecking hate that title.

As I said in the opening note, this was around the time the "Ric" storyline was playing out, and while I don't read canon, I did hear all about it and thought it was egregiously stupid. But it did get me thinking about (and maybe talking about? I don't remember) how Bruce as a parent might feel emotionally about his beloved son losing his trademark hair. Because that's his kid.

Bruce Wayne didn’t like to putter. He found it an inefficient movement, undignified, and an unnecessary tell. As a billionaire, Bruce could afford any number of eccentricities, including puttering, if he so chose, but a billionaire businessman should never display the uncertainties that puttering revealed. When Bruce walked, he strode, propelling himself decisively from Point A to Point B. If he must move as Brucie, the silly playboy, he could saunter. As Batman, Bruce wouldn’t dream of puttering. He had trained himself in the way of total stillness, of letting his anxiety and restlessness sink into himself and then dissipate, leaving him as immovable and obdurate as stone. It was a hard mentality to shake, even inside the walls of the Manor, away from unfriendly eyes, and Bruce wasn’t one to give in for the sake of mere comfort. So although his calf muscles strained and his hands remained wrapped around his coffee mug, he counted his breaths and held still. He didn’t fidget. He didn’t rise from his chair. He didn’t follow the tug of his heartstrings up the stairs. He waited, and he breathed.

So many of my slow openings (and I have many) are just me talking myself through a character's psychology. Sometimes I'll have a flash of a first line that tells me... something. And then I have to figure out if that something is right or not and I have to figure out why it's right or wrong. I don't remember here if my first mental image was of Bruce moving and fidgeting and that felt wrong, or of him being still and waiting just like that and that felt right. Whichever path it was, here we are.

Damian, for all his preternatural maturity, had no such compulsion. Bruce’s youngest blew in with all the focused energy of an avalanche. “Where is Grayson?” Damian demanded. “Is he not up? Why are you allowing such slothfulness?”

I had to figure out what order the other family members would appear in. I had my line to build toward (we'll get there), but everything before that needed to make sense. Really, Alfred should have been there first, but because this fic was about focusing on the kids' reactions (I didn't really have a grip on Alfred as a person yet instead of A Figure), I sort of left him out. Damian being the first kid down made the most sense.

His hair was askew, so Bruce reached out and smoothed out the errant strands. Damian ducked away and set about reordering his hair. He’d let it grow longer recently, not raggedly so, but enough that he could let it swoop and wave over his right eyebrow. The longer hair made for some interesting bedhead, and, at least in this moment, a good distraction for them both.

Oh, there were conversations about hair. I don't remember who all was involved, but we definitely joked about Damian growing his hair to match Dick's. Tada.

It had been a long month for him, for all of them, without Dick.

I had a whole sketched-out backstory for where Dick was, why he'd been gone, why it had been so dangerous, why it required the buzzcut. I just never got to it in the fic because it wasn't important to the story itself, just the logistics underpinning the story. This is @audreycritter Disease.

Knowing how badly Dick would need to rest, Bruce hadn’t intercepted his path up the staircase. He did, however, step out of the shadows just enough to let Dick know he was there, that someone had marked his return home, that someone had waited for him.

this is lowkey so sweet oh my goodness Past Me

Damian whirled, nearly rising on tiptoe as he restrained himself from bolting to the door. The corner of Bruce’s lips quirked upward despite his best efforts. There were times he forgot how very young Damian was, and it was a soft delight to be reminded.

he's just a baaaaaabyyyyyyyy

“‘llo to you, too,” Tim muttered. His voice was thick and crackling with sleep—or perhaps exhaustion, Bruce conceded, taking in Tim’s jeans and wrinkled t-shirt. “All-nighter?” Bruce asked as his middle child nudged over a chair and slumped into the seat. He thought he’d kept his voice perfectly neutral, but Tim held up a warning finger. “No lectures.” Tim rested his elbow heavily against the tabletop and dragged his long fingers through his hair. “I’m too tired and it won’t change my behavior anyways.”

I am still leaning heavily on fanon Tim here. We all have to start somewhere. (But also I am partial to "piano fingers" Tim for some reason.)

“No doi.” Tim yawned so widely that his jaw popped, then blinked twice and scrubbed a hand across his eyes.

Wow. I really dated myself with that one. Does anyone actually say no doi anymore? (Also, I now know it's written doy because I tried to google it.)

He rested his hand on the back of Tim’s neck and squeezed gently. “You should head to bed.” Tim yawned again, leaning into Bruce’s touch like a cat. It still surprised Bruce how affectionate his sons could be when given the opportunity.

This was a gift from me to me.

Bruce leaned back in his chair, keeping his hand on the back of Tim’s neck, his thumb methodically digging into the knots in the muscle, and pulled back his other arm. When Damian hesitated, Bruce wrapped his arm around the boy and carefully pulled him in.

This was also a gift from me to me, both the affection between them and also the overall sensation of Tim resting on his arms while Bruce massaged his neck with one hand. My dad's done that more times than I can count, and writing about it was a little like feeling it. Phantom sense. Brains are weird.

Dick stood in the doorway, his easy smile underscored by the dark shadows under his eyes and the lines on his face that ran deeper than they had a month ago. Bruce quickly catalogued the other, subtler signs of trouble. The loose way his pajamas hung on his frame, the slight shifting of his weight off his right leg, the fading marks on his wrists, the new sharpness to his cheekbones.

Like I said. A whole backstory.

When Damian still hesitated, he pushed himself upright and shrugged. “That’s alright. I bet Tim’ll hug me.” Tim had been staring along with Bruce, but he shook himself from his daze and stepped forward tentatively. “No, back off.” Damian hurled himself forward and wrapped his arms around Dick’s waist.

Damian's "no, back off" is a line I can hear in my head like it's from a movie. I suspect the delivery paired with what I see in my head makes it way funnier to me than it does anyone else.

“Hey Tweedledum and Tweedledumber, pipe down.” Jason shouldered his way into the kitchen, laundry basket perched on one hip. They both ignored him, so he crossed over and smartly smacked each on the back of the head with his free hand.

I stole that line from some form of media, I'm pretty sure, but beats me if I can remember where. Also can't you just see Jason with a laundry basket on his hip? He doesn't live at the Manor, so he needed an excuse to be there.

“You let them act like this in front of guests?” Jason asked. He snorted, then flipped a loose curl out of his eye. “Dang, B. You’ve gone soft.” Guests? “Are you for real right now?” Dick asked, exhaustion momentarily wiped away by amusement. “Listen, pal, I—“ Jason froze, mid-sentence and mid-step, his face going slack.

This is one of the two emotional beats I was aiming this fic toward. The dialogue is wholesale fiction, but this really did happen to me at work once. I got my hair cut into a fauxhawk, showed up at work, and my coworker straight up did not recognize me from behind. Ma'am we have worked together for over a year.

A myriad of expression passed across Jason’s face, fluttering like the dappled shadows of leaves in a breeze. Even Bruce, as well as he knew that face, might not have been able to track them if the emotions hadn’t been echoing in his own chest for the last ten minutes. Surprise deepening into shock. Simple, stunning confusion. The sickening, swooping drop of realization. And more than a touch of sorrow. All recognizable, but not what Bruce had expected to see.

I love Jason feeling things.

Bruce remembered, suddenly, standing just outside a bedroom door, listening with held breath as his ward and his newly adopted son talked. He remembered defensive banter, quiet laughter, and the fruity fragrance of hair gel as Dick fixed his own hair, then carefully helped his new little brother with his. It had been one of the very few brotherly moments they’d shared before Jason’s… before Jason had gone away.

I revisited this years later in Steel Blues.

“It sucks asphalt, Dickie,” he said, even as he stepped forward and hooked a meaty arm around Dick’s neck. “You look like a trauma patient. You look like a Furiosa look-alike contest reject. You look—"

Finding alternative swears for Jason was always a bunch of fun. I should go back to that more often.

“Alfred’s tea? The oolong?” Jason asked, dropping the basket to the floor as he stepped away from Dick and toward the other two boys. “Don’t you dare. You idiots don’t have the skills. I’ll make it.” “Fine. I’m going to—“ “You aren’t going anywhere. You’re going to take this tray to the table, and Demon Brat here’s going to pop the plate of eggs back in the oven to warm them up. No, the oven, not the microwave, you beast.”

Writing overlapping dialogue is a difficulty but also sometimes fun. It's just dictation, in the end.

“Hey B,” Dick murmured. “G.I. Jane,” Bruce replied.

Jason's final insult, delivered by another.

Bruce felt a bit like the sitcom moms he had always mocked, the tightly wound, pearl-clutching women who bemoaned their rebellious teenage daughters hacking off their beautiful hair. Dick’s soft, shining waves of hair, gone. The strands Bruce had kissed goodnight, pressed his nose into during the rare hug, pushed off sweaty skin in illness, tousled in play… gone. Knowing that it hadn’t been Dick’s choice only made the loss ache more. Dick looked older without his hair. Harder. More serious. There was no ridiculous pompadour or boy band bangs to distract from the fine wrinkles around his eyes or the creases in his forehead. Not for the first time, Bruce wondered where his goofy little acrobat had gone.

I think it made my dad sad when I went to the fauxhawk. He was always really good about hiding it, though. It definitely made his mom sad, because she liked to play with our hair and now there was nothing for her to play with. She was also good about hiding it. Also, I'm 83% sure the inciting hair conversation was with @starknjarvis27 again. Probably. It might have been @audreycritter but I'm not sure we were friends yet.

“And what about you? Are you jealous, too?” Are you upset? Are you feeling just as weird as everyone else but hiding it better? Did you miss me? “Hardly,” Bruce replied. He kept his hand on Dick’s shoulder, palm flat against warm muscle as he guided Dick to the kitchen table. “My hair is a national treasure. So says People magazine.” I’m fine. Of course I missed you. Every second of every day. And Alfred said they had trouble communicating.

I am also a big fan of this trope and do it kind of a lot. I am not sorry.

Instead of recoiling from Dick’s lack of hair, Cass’s smile widened into a grin as she reached up and almost reverently ran her palm along the side of Dick’s head. “Fuzzy,” she announced, then did it again twice more before kissing Dick’s cheek and bounding away.

Cass's reaction is the most correct one.

It's a super sappy ending, but I like it.

#fanfic bts brain dump

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sadlybeans · 1 year

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small peek on my latest drawing of our beloved Dick Grayson! the outfit i’ve chosen is really silly and hopefully it’ll look good once i’m done 😏

me and my bestie are pushing the long hair Dick agenda and i hope y’all like it

#dick grayson #dick grayson fanart

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 month

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Forgive Me Father

by icky_nicky Talia had slid her briefcase onto her lap at that point, undoing the latches to open it all the way. Inside had been samples of all kinds: Jason's hair, Jason's tissue, Jason's blood- everything Talia had thought to collect. She'd turned the briefcase and set it on the coffee table between them so that her beloved could take a good look at it and was met with wary confusion for her efforts. "Your son is alive, my beloved," she'd told him- as gently as she could've possibly managed, to her credit. -- or; My personal take on how Bruce discovered Jason was alive, with even more drama. All my undying love for Jason Todd and his family wrapped into one story as best as I could manage it. Words: 1865, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Jason Todd Series Fandoms: DCU (Comics), DC Extended Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Slade Wilson, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Lian Harper, Dog | Jason Todd's Dog, Joker (DCU), forgot about that guy oops Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul & Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, Grief/Mourning, Major Character Undeath, Minor Character Death, Family Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slade Wilson Being an Asshole, but hes trying probably, Talia al Ghul is Not a Rapist, very important, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, as good as she can be trust, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd Deserves Happiness, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Canon-Typical Violence, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, and forehead kisses (very important), Slade Wilson is So Done, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, We're in for the long haul boys, Emotional Roller Coaster, Past Drug Addiction, Protective Roy Harper, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Panic Attacks, Insecurity, sorry for all the tags via https://ift.tt/r6MtSLU

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months

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Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods, Shadowpact

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay, Lightrion

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Eight: The Lighthouse Keepers (Orion's POV)

“They’re late,” Solis whispered. Lightning illuminated the room as Solis paced the length of our boarding house. I reached for him, grabbing his arm as he passed by. Thunderstorms always comforted me and offered Solis the same feelings, but this time of year was always different. Solis stared at me with large, curious eyes, studying me and hearing unspoken words. “It’s starting again. I can feel it.”

“Did you see the others?” I asked.

Solis nodded. He swallowed hard, feeling my eyes travel from his inquisitive stare to his neck. To his chest. His stomach. His-. Well…. Solis gulped. I was the only one who could render him speechless. We’d known each other so long that we didn’t need to speak. He reclined in my lap, reaching for my mask, and I grabbed his wrist. I turned away and held onto my pride. “You’re no monster, my friend,” Solis whispered.

I stroked his cheek with the back of my finger, along his neck, and to the buttons on his thermal. I unbuttoned the top two buttons before returning to his neck, hooking a finger in his shirt, and exposing his shoulder. His hair hung over his exposed shoulder. He wore his hair in a modern style, and I adored the change. I always liked his changes. His reinvention ignited new desires in me, and I let him know it every chance. It was the only way we could break through the monotony of life in the lighthouse. I stroked the line of his neck to his shoulder. “Orion,” Solis purred. I brushed my bottom lip against his neck, my mouth agape as I dragged my teeth against his soft skin. “Orion…”

“Let my name be adorned by your mouth again, beloved. Let your blood paint my lips… Let me savor your flesh, sweet as summertime cherries on my tongue,” I whispered as I reached for the fruit bowl on our coffee table. Solis reached past my hand and grabbed an orange, delicately peeling it between his teeth. He handed me a segment, and I crushed it over his neck and chest. I licked the juice from the base of my clenched fist and sucked the sweet orange from his soft peachy flesh. “Allow me the honor of this taste… And pray I don’t devour you whole.”

“Devour me if it pleases you,” Solis permissed.

I grinned, laughing against his bare throat. Solis tilted his head back, snickering as he placed a gentle hand on the back of my neck. “Orion,” Solis giggled.

Even after sucking the juice from his neck and chest, I felt an insatiable urge to taste his flesh. I saw flashes of our life together in the lightning. Years of longing. Clumsy hands, fumbling with flesh so foreign, yet so familiar. Hands that became experienced and knowledgeable with time. Lips that whispered and touched and smiled. Tongues that tasted… And bodies… Bodies that wrestled and writhed under the moonlit skies. Thunder shook the room as Solis straddled my lap. He fed me the remainder of the orange, sharing slices between his lips. “I’m afraid,” I whispered as Solis kissed me. I held his waist, hoping he’d settle. I wanted him to grow tired and rest in my arms, but he knew me well.

“I would not hurt you,” Solis reassured. His fingers danced against my neck. “My body grows impatient, Orion.”

He knew what to say. The beast within me could not hold back, and I did not subdue it. I could not deny myself the pleasure of my love. My hands worked quickly, ripping cloth away and exposing flesh. His or mine… It did not matter. We were one under the moonlight and in flashes of lightning. Solis nipped at my neck, allowing the gift of his sweet laughter to fill my ears. I could’ve torn into him and eaten him raw. Thunder rattled the shutters as his body consumed soft flesh. He took me in, surrounding my loins with warmth. Our love was quick, but Solis stopped me. “Slowly, my love… Let me see you,” Solis whispered. I pressed my masked forehead into his shoulder.

“It’d be an insult to your beauty… Allow me to ravish you like this,” I begged.

“Allow me to see the face I fell in love with. Give me everything, Orion, please,” Solis whimpered. I reached between us, capturing his engorgement in a gentle fist, gently stroking as he writhed beneath me. “Please, my love. Say yes.”

I nodded, and he removed my mask, holding my face in his soft hands. “Yes,” I grunted. “Yes, again. Yes.” He moaned beneath me, kissing me until his strength left his body. I lapped his flesh clean with my tongue as he trembled beneath me. I had an insatiable craving for the many tastes of Solis’s body. Salt and sweet. Sweat and juice and cum. I could not control myself. I bit him, and he cried out. Not in pain. He laughed, begging me to do so again. I wanted to leave my mark on every inch of his body, devouring him until I found myself in a state of arousal so intense that fire would’ve felt like cool water on my skin. His skin was so soft and tender. Every inch of it. Perfect. I worshiped Solis with my tongue, from his softest parts to his thighs. Firm and warm. Then his knees. I did not care. I wanted all of him. He was light and love and heaven itself beneath my mouth. I came on his leg before taking his heel in one hand and calf in the other. I sucked him clean, leaving small bruises they called hickies. Every part of him carried a taste more intoxicating than wine. I made myself drunk on his sweat and lay exhausted atop his warm body.

Solis laughed at me, rustling a hand through my hair. “I’m honored to be treasured by someone so wonderful,” Solis whispered, “Orion… My Orion. Sweet Orion.” I kissed his cheek and nestled my face between his neck and shoulder.

“Your warmth is unlike any other… Let me stay here. Let me live and die here in your embrace. This is my oath to you: Let us never separate,” I whispered.

“We shall never part… This, I swear,” Solis promised me, “But we must prepare for our guests… Together." His eyes, once so alert and piercing, were now glazed over as a sweet smile spread across his tired face. He watched me with those eyes. Admiring a face I despised.

"If it starts-. When it starts, you should sleep in your private chamber-."

"No," Solis replied. He rustled a hand through my hair. "Lust is ravenous. It devours to the bone… But love-. Our love is safe. Do not forget you saved me… It's not the other way around. Remember that." I fixed my mask onto my face, and he frowned.

"They will not see me as you do. All that matters is how I look in your eyes," I reassured Solis. Still… We both knew no one could ever fear me more than I feared myself.

#fic #bloody valentines fic #Orion DC #Lightray DC #lightrion #new gods #fourth world #POV First Person #Unreliable Narrator(s)#Vampires #No Capes AU #90s Slasher AU #Homoeroticism #Horror #Slasher

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hyessify · 2 years

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"Roses And Grappling Hooks" | Tim Drake x Fem! Reader

A/N: There are not enough fanfics of this man, and he is my favorite Robin of all time so... yeah

Type: FLUFFFFF

Pairing: Tim Drake/Red Robin x Fem! Reader

Summary: It's your 4th Anniversary with your boyfriend Tim Drake, and you thought he forgot.

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6:15 : 1 missed call from 'Y/N my love<3'

7:22: 2 missed calls from 'Y/N my love<3'

7:23: Y/N my love<3 sent you a message: "Love, did I do something wrong?"

8:30: 3 missed calls from 'Y/N my love<3'

8:34: Y/N my love<3 sent you a message: "Love you forgot what day it is today:("

9:56: 4 missed calls from 'Y/n my love<3'

9:58: Y/N my love<3 sent you a message: "I thought you said your patrol ended at 5 today?"

Tim sighed as he looked at the missed calls and notifications his beloved girlfriend sent him. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the set up he made.

"Y/N probably thinks I'm ignoring her right now" He groaned to his older brother, Dick Grayson, as he was trying to figure out how to get the lighter to work.

"Don't worry bout' it Baby Bird" Dick exclaimed as Tim rolled his eyes at the nickname and his brother's statement.

"Don't worry about it? This was supposed to be set up 5 hours ago!" He whined.

"Quit whining, it's not my fault The Baffler robbed yet another bank" Dick rolled his eyes.

"Knock-off riddler. Seriously, did he have to do that on THIS day?"

Dick finally set up the last candle and took a few steps back to admire his work.

On the flat rooftop of Wayne Enterprises, was a candlelit dinner, rose petals scattered across a hologram heart that read "Happy 4th Anniversary". Along with your favorite flowers as a centerpiece in the middle of the table filled with your favorite food.

"D'ya think she'll like it?" Tim asked looking around.

"Uh, duh, my designing skills are great. She won't like this tho" He pointed to Tim's Red Robin suit, which he was still wearing.

"Oh- I forgot to change, I'll be right back. Go back to the manor!" He exclaimed before rushing to the tiny bathroom on his right, a tuxedo in his hands.

Dick saluted before jumping from house to house, going back to the Wayne Manor for his brother to have some privacy.

Tim got out of the bathroom, now dressed with his hair neatly parted. He then grabbed the roses from the table and used a grappling hook to go in front of your home.

He knocked and smelled his breath quickly to make sure he had no odor, right before you opened the door, wearing the dress he bought you earlier this morning, and your hair neatly curled.

"Tim! You came!" You exclaimed happily as you hugged him tight, he hugged you back, chuckling.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting princess, an unexpected mission came up" He rolled his eyes at the memory as you softly smiled.

"It's alright, I thought you forgot about our anniversary"

He then held your chin, "Princess, I would never forget the day that the love of my life became mine" He pecked you on the lips as you blushed shyly while smiling.

He gave you the bouquet of roses which you accepted happily. "C'mon, I wanna show you something" He grabbed your waist tightly and took out his grappling hook, zooming from building to building on the way to Wayne Enterprises.

"Love, slow down!" You held onto him tightly, not daring to look down as he kissed your head in reassurance.

"Almost there, princess. Don't worry" And he was right, before you knew it you were on the rooftop of his father's building.

"Now, turn around" He slowly guided you to turn as you gasped at the amazing set-up.

"Tim, this is absolutely gorgeous" You said turning to him and smiling excitedly.

He rubbed his neck and smiled. "Dick helped me set it up, I wanted it to be perfect-" He was cut off by you kissing him deeply, him returning the kiss not long after.

"I love it, thank you, Love." You cupped his cheek as he held your waist and kissed you again lovingly.

"Anything for my one and only" He caressed your face as you both got lost in each other's eyes, enjoying the presence of one another.

"Now, let's eat shall we?" Tim whispered as your eyes lit up.

"Hell yeah!" You cheered happily as he laughed, hugging you once more.

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years

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First Kiss (Batfamily Preference)

(Y/f/h= your favorite hairstyle)

Bruce:

Bruce put on a fake smile, like he usually did at these galas. A handful of people approached him and asked him about his company or life, mostly old ladies asking when he was going to get himself a wife.

He let out a puff of air as the last group of old ladies walked away from him. He raised his glass of sparkling water to his lips, scanning the room for his special guest.

That's when he saw you. You wore a black dress that fit you perfectly and your hair was in (y/f/h). Alfred led you into the large room, saying something to you.

You looked around the room filled with people, anxiety rising in your chest. Your eyes finally landed on Bruce who stared at you with a loving expression on his face. You felt at ease as you stared at him.

Bruce approached you, taking your hand and raising it to his lips. They grazed your knuckles gently and you blushed as he kept eye contact.

"You look beautiful, my dear," Bruce said, spinning you.

"Thank you," you said, smiling gratefully.

"I want to show you something," Bruce said, giving you a boyish grin.

"Alright," you said, letting him guide you up the main stairs. He continued to lead you down the long halls until you reached a large terrace overlooking the garden and pool. "Wow," you sighed, leaning your elbows on the railing. You stared in awe at the beautiful sight before you, not noticing Bruce come up next to you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, making you look at him.

"Very," you said. "I can't believe this is all yours."

"It can be yours too," he stated, turning to you.

"That's very sweet," you chuckled, turning back to the garden.

Bruce smiled at you. "I mean it," he said, gripping your chin gently and making you look at him. "I love you, Y/N," he said honestly.

Your eyes widened. You stared at Bruce before leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. You pulled away seconds after. "I love you too," you said quietly, your face a deep red.

Bruce's face lit up before he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into a sweet hug.

(Don't mind me. Just blushing because I'm imagining Christian Bale's Bruce Wayne)

Dick:

"You'll be okay," Dick mumbled, setting you on the guest room bed at Wayne manor. You had recently been kidnapped by Slade as bait. When Dick arrived, you were already bloodied and bruised.

"I'm fine," you said, sitting up, wincing as you did. "I'm Batgirl."

"Lie your ass down," Dick demanded, taking off his domino mask. You closed your mouth and relaxed against the headboard. You watched as Dick pulled out one of the first aid kits that was held in every room (due to the family's tendency to endanger themselves), his shoulders tense.

"Calm down, Cereal Boy," you said, trying to make a joke. Dick sent you a harsh look, making you sink into the bed.

Dick noticed this and his gaze softened. He sighed and sat in front of you. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I used to love the idea of you being Batgirl. I loved to work with you, but after this- a-and after what happened to Barbra and Jason-"

"Dick, listen to me," you said, now sitting right across from Dick. "I understand your fear, but I'm not Barbra or Jason, and your not Bruce. You won't give up everything for the city. And I can take care of myself."

"But-"

"No buts," you interrupted. "I'm a little bruised but alive."

"Y/N-"

You rolled your eyes before leaning forward and pressing your lips against Dick's. He stiffened but slowly leaned into it. He placed his larger hands on your shoulders as gently as he could.

"Thanks for worrying," you mumbled as you pulled away.

Jason:

You smirked as you ran across the rooftops, Red Hood and Nightwing behind you. You had taken up the mantle Catwoman for a while, because your mother had been injured fighting Batman.

You had just stolen a golden cat statue from the Penguin, who was at large.

"Is it just me, or has Catwoman gotten smaller?" Nightwing said, doing a flip and landing in front of you.

"Is it just me or is this Nightwing's hairline reseeding?" you smirked. You watched as Nightwing's face contorted into one of fear, his hands going to his hair. You took that opportunity to jump down from the building. As you fell, you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, catching you before both of you tumbled onto one of the lower buildings.

You jumped up, seeing Red Hood across from you. "Now, let's make this easy," he said, pulling out one of his guns, which you assumed had rubber bullets. "I got a date tonight and I can't be late."

"So do I," you stated before pulling out your whip. You snapped it around Red Hood's ankle, pulling him to his back. You yanked on the whip, pulling Red Hood towards yourself. You placed one foot on his chest and the other on his wrist holding the gun. "Now tell me, what's under that hood?" You leaned down, your gloved hands running around the metal hood, searching for a way to take it off.

"Hey-" Red Hood exclaimed as you pulled off the hood. Your eyes widened as your boyfriend's face appeared. You decided to put on a fake smirk.

"What a pretty face," you said, leaning down and placing your knees on his wrists. You smirked as you pressed your lips to Jason's. You placed both of your hands on his face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. "Hope your girlfriend doesn't mind," you whispered before jumping up. You grabbed your whip and rewrapped it before jumping off the building. You let out a breath as you landed in a dumpster.

You jumped out and began running. My boyfriend is Red Hood, you thought.

Tim:

Where is he? you thought, looking around the cafeteria. You were waiting for your best friend, Tim. He had been incredibly kind when you first arrived at school and the two of you instinctually clicked.

You sighed after waiting a few more minutes before standing up and walking into the halls. That's when you saw Tim surrounded by three bullies.

"Look at this loser," the first one said, pushing Tim back when he tried to sneak away. "Bet he's never even had a girlfriend." Tim met your eyes. He seemed less scared or intimidated and more annoyed.

"Can I just go to lunch?" he sighed.

"You could eat this," the second bully smirked, pulling out a stinky sock.

You scoffed, deciding to step in. "What are you, 5?" you said, pushing the bully's face to the side. He looked at you, extremely offended. "Come on Tim," you said, grabbing Tim's hand and beginning to pull him out from the small circle of bullies.

"Guess he can get girls to save him, but never sleep with him!" one bully yelled. You stopped, glaring at him before grabbing Tim's face and kissing him softly.

Tim panicked for a second, going stiff and not knowing what to do, but eventually placed his hands on your waist like Dick told him to when he explained how to kiss a girl.

"Come on," you grinned, pulling away.

"O-okay," Tim stuttered out before letting you lead him back into the cafeteria.

Damian:

"You're getting sloppy," Damian commented as you threw a punch at him. He had suggested a while back that you two start training together. You thought it was a great idea and would be fun. You were wrong.

"I am not," you defended, ducking as Damian threw a punch. He was going easy on you, and it annoyed you. "And don't go easy on me Damian. I'm Supergirl, I can handle it."

"I'm not going easy on you Beloved," Damian insisted, ducking down and going to trip you, but you easily flew above his foot. "Although we did agree no powers," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at your flying form.

"I'll stop using my powers when you stop going easy on me," you said, mimicking Damian's actions.

"Alright," Damian smirked, making you blush slightly. He quickly pulled out a grappling hook gun from who knows where and shot it. It wrapped around your ankle before you could fly away. Damian pulling on it, slowly pulling you down from the air until your feet touched the ground. Then, before you had time to react, he rushed forward, tripping you.

"Ow," you mumbled, looking up to see Damian pinning you to the ground with a smirk. "I knew you were going easy on me." Damian smiled slightly, admiring you. "Can you let me up now?" you asked, you face flushing pink at the newfound attention.

"Try and get out," Damian stated, apparently unsatisfied. You sighed before an idea popped into your mind. You leaned up, pressing your lips to Damian's. His eyes widened, unsure of what to do. He racked his brain for what Dick had told him to do in the stupid 'what if someone kisses you' talks. You then leaned back down.

"I'm sorry," you said, worried about Damian's reaction.

Damian stared at you before leaning down and recapturing your lips. You quickly reacted, lifting your head up to get a better angle.

You felt Damian's grip loosen as you continued and tried to slip your wrists from his grip, only from Damian to grab them again and press them to the floor.

"So close," he teased, pulling away slightly.

You rolled your eyes.

"SWEET JESUS!" Dick's voice yelled from the side, making you and Damian turn your heads. All of Damian's brothers stood there, staring at the two of you. Dick seemed horrified, Jason seemed both impressed and proud and Tim just looked confused. "YOU TWO NEED HOLY WATER!" Dick screeched, rushing forward and pouring his water on the both of you.

"Grayson!"

Terry:

"Terry," you said, looking up from your book as Terry walked into the living room of Wayne Manor.

"Hey Baby," Terry said, approaching you. "Where's the old man?"

"At some charity event," you stated, returning your attention to your book. Terry sat next to you, staring at you.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"Y/f/b," you answered, turning a page.

"Well, can we do something together?" Terry questioned.

"After I'm done reading," you shrugged him off. Terry glanced at the book, raising an eyebrow at how much you still had left. He pushed the book down slightly, making you scowl at him. "Terry, I told you-"

Terry leaned forward, kissing you gently. You pushed him away. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, staring at you with a hurt expression.

"I said after my book," you said, going back to y/f/b.

These aren’t fantastic- but thank you for reading

I take requests btw! <3

I take requests for the following fandoms:

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu

Hunter x Hunter

My Hero Academia

Studio Ghibi films

IT (the films and book)

Percy Jackson

Marvel

Umbrella Academy

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Star Wars

Most Actors (not a fandom, I know)

Rise of the Guardians

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I do fluff, smut, lime and angst.

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zambie-trashart · 3 years

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Caught in My Chest 2/2

Marinette looked around her classroom taking her seat in the back and no one even gave her a second glance except Adrien.

"Marinette, since you missed so much class I can help you after school today if you feel up for it," Lila said sweetly before fake wincing. "Or maybe not my port has been acting up lately," Lila said crocodile tears coming to her eyes.

"Port?" Marinette asked and Alya glared at her from the front of the classroom. "Wouldn't that mean you have..." Marinette started holding her right arm where her piccline was.

"Go on Marinette ask her!" Alya yelled holding Lila close.

"But that's, I just..." Marinette started. "I was just discharged from the hospital with Hodgkin's Lymphoma," Marinette finally said and all faces turned toward her.

Never before had Marinette seen the class so mad at her all because of a lie. How Lila had gotten a hold of this information was unexplainable but the fact that she would turn it around was unspeakable. "I can't believe you would say you have cancer just to try and show up Lila Marinette! You know she was recently diagnosed!" Marinette's breath was caught in her chest and she felt like she could never breathe again. Adrien stood up red faced and shaking.

"You're all idiots! Lila has been playing you since day one and the only reason why I haven't said anything is because I didn't have any proof," Adrien said and Marinette looked at her former crush in shock. "If any of you even bothered to do some research you'd know what a monster she is." Lila looked at Adrien angrily.

"What do you mean proof?" Lila asked trying to keep up her hurt persona.

"Medical records," Adrien said slapping them down on the table. "Also the fact that Marinette here has been in a healthy relationship with Damian Wayne for almost a year now and the fact that he is paying for her treatment and housing her after you turned her parents against her is another factor." Lila's face started to turn red.

"You have no right to go through my documents," Lila said picking up the files.

"I mean if there were any there, your bill of health has been clean for years Lila, Marinette's on the other hand not so much," Adrien said. "That's all I needed to say, we can wait and do more have later when Damian gets here but I can't say he'll be as nice about it. Marinette is the only family I have left and I'm not going to let you drag her through the grass anymore," Adrien added going to sit in the back of the classroom next to his friend.

"You didn't have to do that," Marinette said leaning on his shoulder. "But I appreciate it kitten," Marinette said winking and Adrien knew he was busted.

"I'll always be here for you M'lady," Adrien said and class started without delay.

Lunch rolled around and everyone was conflicted, Lila had lied to them about a deadly illness about so much, and Marinette, who they treated like garbage, was the one who was really sick. A large sigh could be heard from the door and two boys with black hair stood in the doorway one pushed sunglasses to the top of his head smiling and the other's face was stone cold.

"Alright, students of Francois Dupont, my name is Dick Grayson and today we're going to be talking about some certain behaviors of slander toward our name," Dick started and the whole lunchroom froze. "Recently we have heard from a patient of our program to help cancer patients around the world that there has been some issues, we are here to clear that up." Students suddenly noticed that he was reading from a screen on his wrist. "I sound like a robot," Dick whispered to Damian who rolled his eyes.

"Furthermore, patient 13078, Marinette Dupain-Cheng of the Wayne Foundation clinic was taken under our care at time 4:37 on March 30, 2021, she was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma and moved to urgent care on April 2, 2021, after a biopsy on the first of April, 180 days of treatment are being provided and paid for in full. Lila Rossi who is not a patient of the Wayne foundation clinic has been seen harassing the patient which can cause stress levels to increase and therefore panic attacks which lead to trouble breathing and a shutting down of her lungs or windpipe in general if Miss. Rossi does not comply with our orders or removal from the school and distance from Miss. Dupain-Cheng, then we will be forced to take more forceful action..." Dick continued.

"Is this really necessary? Just stop messing with my girlfriend and apologize you assholes," Damian said and Dick sighed putting his arm down.

"Marinette, we know that things will never be the same but we're here to fight this with you," Alya said and Marinette felt tears well up in her eyes. Even if these people had been nothing but cruel to her she still wanted their support.

"We'll help you in any way we can dudette," Nino said wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"That really means a lot guys but I need time to get over this with people who are truly going to be at my side, I'll appreciate everything you do though," Marinette said getting up and walking over to Damian with Adrien following close behind.

"You did what you thought was right beloved," Damian said and Marinette just smiled sadly. Damian looked over her head at Adrien who stared right back. "I think I know someone who might be able to make us all feel a little happier during this time, I'll see what I can do," Damian said leaving the superhero duo together to call a friend who could certainly bring the sunshine into Marinette's life again.

"A lot is about to change kitty," Marinette said holding the blond's hand watching Damian talk on the phone.

"180 days of fun M'lady," Adrien responded and suddenly a boy landed next to Damian and ran over to Marinette.

"Ready to kick some ass future Mrs. Wayne?" the boy asked and Marinette just chuckled blushing. She could already feel the weight being lifted off her shoulders.

The first few weeks were hard, she had to work to stay awake and study, keeping up with others was becoming a challenge.

The second month was painful but then again there was poison in her body constantly being flushed in and out.

The third month, radiation started, she was scared but she knew it had to be done.

Month four, she was almost done they said maybe even healed soon.

Once they had the caner isolated, she just had to have that laser there and then, hopefully, it would all be over.

Marinette had 180 days of meeting Damian's self-proclaimed best friend Jon by her side being whatever he needed her to be, she had the best partner she could ask for who was there to talk to her whenever she was scared, and she had Damian, her rock in the ocean.

When Marinette went into the doctors office and read off her paperwork, tears flooded her eyes as she bit her lip trying to contain her smile.

She was cured. Sixteen years old and she fought cancer and won.

She walked into school looking at the anxious faces of her peers.

"I've wanted to tell you something that I've known since the beginning of treatment, I'm moving to America after this was over, there's something about being here that makes me feel tied down. I did it, I fought and won a war far bigger than myself but somehow there's still something that I feel like I need to do or say, like there's something caught in my chest," Marinette said smiling sadly. "Lila never said anything, and that's what stings the most but I know I leave you guys as better people and you'll never make the same mistakes again, I want you to know I forgive you, every one of you." Marinette looked over her classmates one last time eyeing their expressions of tear-filled faces. "I have a flight to catch, bug out," Marinette said taking Damian's hand and walking past Jon and Adrien at the door and out of the school.

For the first time in a long time, Marinette felt her heart flutter as she took a deep breath and got on the plane.

a/n: This was such a hard story to write for me and I'm so happy to anyone who is reading and hope you enjoyed this experience. It has actual factual information in it and maybe you might have even learned something which would be cool huh? I hope to end up like Marinette in the next 163 days. thank you for reading

-Zambie

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hollyharper · 2 years

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Damian x OC(s) with ABO dynamics

This is my first attempt at an Omega verse, so give me some grace. Also... My oc Holly isn't a self insert. I named my blog after her.

Damian glanced around the ballroom. It was ironic, how at his own birthday celebration, he was the one drinking champagne alone. Father had made an exception, claiming that, at least for Damian, eighteen was practically an adult. Damian looked around the room again. Where was she? Not beside Selina. Not lingering on the balcony. Where-

Gone.

A breath caught in his throat. Holly wasn’t there. And she wouldn’t be. His shoulders shook. Damian bit his lip and sank onto the closest bench. How much longer would he have to suffer like this? How long until every memory of Holly faded, and all that was left was a painless blurr? Damian had always forced loss into a tiny, blocked off section of his mind. But no matter how hard he fought, Her memories always slipped past those boundaries, and filled his consensus. When she was alive, she was good at just that. The fragile blonde had barely said a word, before she tore his walls down. With grace that rivaled angels, she had stepped into his life, and taken over every thought. Even now, she captivated him. Selina’s eyes landed on his slumped form. The omega exhaled, and crossed to his side. Damian made no recognition of her presence, as his father’s betrothed sat down.

“Holly would want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Don’t.” He growled.

“She-”

“Enough.” He bolted up and stomped towards the door.

The room fell silent. Bruce set down his drink.

“Damian.”

The young alpha whipped to face his father. His green eyes were squinted in a mix of pain and anger.

“I know it hurts, but this is not the time to deal with it.” Bruce whispered, resting a hand on his son’s shoulder.

Damian took a shuddering breath and drew together his composure. Selina, along with the rest of the family, hung back. Damian took another calming breath, then crossed to his awaiting siblings. Stephine stayed by Tim’s side. Her mark just barely peeked out from under her dress strap. Even while grieving, Damian found it humorous how the pair still believed they had fooled his father. Grayson- Dick stepped forward. Damian welcomed the older alpha’s embrace and comforting scent. Barbara laid a soft hand on his shoulder. Since she had become Dick’s mate, Damian had been more accepting of her touch. He slipped from Dick’s arms and into hers. She smelled of camalle with a hint of vanilla. Holly had always smelled of vanilla, the sweetest, most natural trail of scent. The red headed omega cradled him close. Damian allowed himself to stay a few heartbeats longer. Another scent filled the space, strong, commanding and cinnamon. Damian whipped his head towards the door.

“Mother?”

Talia gave a gentle smile to her son. He couldn’t keep the excitement from his gate, as he walked to her. She gave him a welcome but unfamiliar hug.

“Happy Birthday, my Beloved Son.”

Again, Damian was overwhelmed with smells. His mother’s mixed with smoke, sweat, iron and that of another omega. He recognized it immediately.

“Where is she?”

“Later, Abni.<My son>”

“Where is she?” Came an alpha-like growl.

Talia chuckled. She snapped her fingers and turned to face the door. Head lifted high, an omega close to Damian’s age, pushed open the ballroom door. Her dark hair fell easily over her shoulders. Her widow's peak was highlighted by silvery locks of hair. Two strands were braided and pinned at the back of her head. Her golden eyes held confidence similar to Talia’s. Her deep purple dress spilt high up her hip, mimicking Talia’s wine red dress.

“Vailiki.” He whispered.

Damian rushed to embrace her. Bruce’s jaw dropped. Vailiki wrapped both arms around Damian’s abdomen, and pressed her head to his chest. What little conversation had restarted in the room, died. Val lifted her head to press her forehead to the alpha’s.

“I missed you.” He muttered.

“Of course you did.” She replied, with a sassy smirk.

“Of course.” He echoed, nuzzling against her neck.

She smiled, and pressed her entire frame against him.

“You’ve come of age.” Talia praised. “She’s yours, as promised.”

Damian looked down at the omega. In eight years, she had grown from a feisty little girl, to a creature of grace and danger. Her small frame was nothing but muscle. He held her closer. At age six, he had been told Vailiki would one day become his mate. When Holly came along, Val had slipped his mind. Golden eyes locked on him, and drew him. His omega. He had once dared to think of Holly as his, but that was nothing but wishful thinking. Vaikili tangled her hands into his hair and pulled his head down into a kiss which would quickly lead to more.

Soft skin brushed across Damian’s cheek. He whined and rolled away.

“Good morning.” Vailiki purred.

He cried his eyes open. They landed on the fresh mark on her neck. A little bit of a smile splashed across his face. Her core rumbled and she curled closer to his side.

“I’ve been waiting for that.” She whispered.

He only nodded.

“Damian?”

He sighed. “I’m glad you're here.”

“Not exactly what I was expecting.” She whispered, her fingers dancing across his jaw.

“I-”

“There was another?” She asked.

He only managed a nod. “She died. Two months ago. Because of my stupidity.”

“Dami.” She snaked both arms around him.

He shifted to press close to her. Vailiki pressed a kiss to his head.

"Whatever happened, I know it wasn't your fault."

"It doesn't matter who's fault it is." He muttered, burning his face against her.

"Your right."

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian x oc #damian wayne x oc #abo dynamics #omegaverse #damian wayne omegaverse #alpha!damian Wayne #omegaverse!damian

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 3 years

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The Crown Found in Rose Thorns - fic

Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Talia al Ghul, Jon Kent, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne Pairing: jondami Summary: “My name is Jonathan Kent, of the Kingdom of Krypton. And I’m here to marry Prince Damian of the Kingdom of Gotham.” A/N: I told @berryfartsart some medieval jondami headcanons inspired by the DKOS announcement and they cyberbullied me into writing the AU for it. (Kidding, of course.) Anyway get ready for some old fashion slow burns and smoopy goopy love~ (but like...eventually, this won’t be fast updated haha)

Damian huffed, crossing his arms, wincing as the Cassandra pulled the brush through his curls once more.

“This is a farce.” He droned. “A complete jester act.”

Talia chuckled, but didn’t look back at her son. Continued brushing her own hair.

“It’s going to be the same as the past three days.” Damian warned. “They’re all simpletons not worthy of my time, or anyone else’s.”

“Then I would at least like to remind you, my dear precious boy.” Talia hummed, effortlessly twirling her hair into a braid. “That I am not asking you to marry today. I am asking you to explore what traits might appeal to you, what kingdoms you trust, or don’t.”

Damian winced as his sister tugged gently at his hair, and scoffed. “It shouldn’t be up to me. My marriage is unimportant.” He mumbled. “You should be focusing on the heir’s marriage.”

Talia sighed, dropping her brush onto her vanity and standing. She stared into the mirror for a moment before leaning over and plucking Damian’s crown off its stand. She turned and slowly walked across the room, staring warmly down at Damian as she approached him.

“Richard does not have a threat hanging over his life.” She murmured, pushing his bangs back before carefully placing the crown on his head. “Richard does not need all the protection he can get.”

“And our brother already has a suitor.” Cassandra chimed in with a giggle. “That warrior princess from the Tamaranean lands.”

“Indeed.” Talia agreed. “So even if he needed any protection from something he could not handle himself, it appears he already has it.”

“Jason then.” Damian tried. He twisted to look at Cassandra. “Or you.” He sat up. “You’re already betrothed to that bard woman!” He turned back to his mother. “Why can’t we make a big deal about her nuptials instead!”

“Because her grandfather is not threatening to steal her away and hold her prisoner and eventually murder her for power.” Talia laughed, holding Damian’s face with a hand on his cheek. “And I am not above a political marriage if that means you have two kingdoms protecting you instead of just ours.”

Damian pursed his lips, ignored the heat rising through his face. “…And if I pick no one to attempt a courtship?”

“Like I said, my beloved.” Talia leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I am not above political marriage to protect you.” She smiled, eyes darting between his. “Even if you forever hate me for it.”

She stood back up, adjusted his crown, then Cassandra’s, then her own, and turned to glide out of the room.

The throne room was abuzz with citizens of the town, and even visitors who had come to try their luck and win Prince Damian’s hand.

Damian sighed as he followed Richard onto their altar. Scanning the room, he could already see no one of merit, and no one of interest. So it was going to be another boring, pointless, wasted day.

“This should be for you.” Damian mumbled again.

Richard snorted, plopping into his seat. “Sorry I found love on my own, little one. Without Mother and Father’s help.” He smirked. “Besides, you should be nice to me. I don’t have to sit here with you all day. I’m just here out of the goodness of my heart, and fondness for my poor, sorrowful, lonely little brother.”

“Piss off. You’re here to amuse yourself at my expense.” Damian rolled his eyes, sitting more politely in the throne next to him. “And so you can go cackle at my misfortune with our brothers later.”

“Nonsense. We cackle at your misfortune on a normal day too.” Richard promised with a wink. “How’s that growth spurt treating you anyway?”

Damian frowned, tugging at his sleeves. “…I have requested a new fitting with Alfred after today’s…festivities.”

Dick smiled again, running his fingers through Damian’s neatly combed curls. “Your clothes will fit for longer than a week one day soon, kiddo.” He let his fingers fall from Damian’s hair to his cheek. “…I’m not just here to keep you company, you know.”

“…Oh?”

“Mhm.” Richard nodded. Damian watched as his blue eyes darted around the room. “I’m here to vet your potential suitors. Make sure they are good enough for you, strong enough to protect you-”

“I can protect myself, thank you.”

“-and this is the fourth day of the festivities. No doubt your grandfather has heard of them by now. Someone has to make sure no undesirables have snuck in, or attempt to make a move.”

“Do you truly think he would be so brash?” Damian questioned. “Besides, this whole thing was Mother’s doing. So, I thought that was why Father keeps attending, to keep watch.”

“He is. But like I said, this is the fourth day. Enough time to get word and move to strike. And forgive me if I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Richard smiled apologetically. “So Father and I are in here, Jason and Cassandra are running the perimeter and Timothy is monitoring the guard towers.”

Damian sighed, staring out into the crowd once more. A few of the guests were glancing their way now. Giggling and falling back into their whispers. Some of the less modest ones outright stared, giving Damian as flirty a smile as they could.

“…Well, as much as I appreciate your concern, I’m afraid it will all be for naught.” Damian drooped in his chair and crossed his arms. “If today is anything like the past three, it will be the most boring day of your life, and nothing will come to fruition.”

“Never say never, little one.” Richard offered dreamily. “Love strikes when you least expect it.”

“Love.” Damian scoffed, glancing over as Bruce and Talia entered the room, hands clasped between them. “Who said any of this was for love?”

“Well.” Richard hummed. “It is because we love you.” He offered. “And we’re hoping not to make this an arranged affair. That we can find you happiness in a partner as well as protection. That’s why we want you to choose.”

“And if I never choose anyone?”

Richard blinked, then offered a smile. But it was sad, almost pitying.

Damian crossed his arms tighter, glancing towards their parents as the King and Queen sat next to them.

“As I keep telling you all, I can protect myself.” Damian mumbled. “And I’m content being alone.”

Richard kept his sad smile. Damian refused to look at him anymore.

Damian wanted to rip his hair out.

As he had predicted many times that day, it was just more of the same.

A blacksmith offering the best weapons, and the safest house on the continent.

A nomad promising a life of adventure and delicious foods.

A group of sisters offering as many heirs as they could carry, and their father as the sole brave knight to protect them all.

A witch and a wizard together, offering magic as protection and endless fertility to continue the kingdom’s bloodline.

A princess offering the best clothes and parties.

A duke who…wasn’t even sure why he was there. He was sent by his father, and didn’t even know Damian’s name.

A young woman who merely offered her humor and loyalty. She could make him laugh, and made it clear that was all she had.

Damian almost agreed to meet with her, if only because he appreciated her honesty.

The sun was dipping in the sky outside the western window, and Damian could feel his stomach starting to growl. He glanced to his brother, who had sat all but stock-still all day, doing exactly as he’d said he would. Watching the room, vetting the visitors. Making sure these potential suitors were good enough for his littlest brother.

“…How many more do you think Mother will have stroll through here?” Damian whispered. “I don’t think I can take much more of this mind-numbing torture.”

Richard chuckled. “I’ll give her four more, then push for a recess. Alright?”

“Thank you.” Damian breathed in relief, glancing out towards the room. The crowd had thinned slightly, with some parties departing when their candidate was politely rejected. Others were just the local townsfolk, remaining purely to stick their noses in royal business.

Talia called for the next suitor to step up, and on the far side of the room, Damian saw three people stepping forward. But before they could make it even a yard, one of the large doors across from the thrones groaned open.

“Am I late?” A male voice called. A wave of chuckles swam around the room, and even Damian found himself smirking.

“Depends on what you’re looking for, son.” Bruce called. Despite the normal nature of the interruption, Damian could already see both his father and brother had put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

“Apologies, Your Highnesses,” Alfred appeared behind the man. He sent a glare over his shoulder as he passed by him. “I had asked him to wait a few moments, but he clearly refused. I do hope we aren’t interrupting.”

“No.” Bruce waved to three people apologetically, who nodded and disappeared back into the crowd. “If he is here for Damian, then we can hear him out.”

“I am!” The stranger called. When he moved, the sound of armor clanked around him. “Um, yes. I mean. I am. I am here for Prince Damian.”

“…Though tardiness is not a good first impression, I must say.” Talia scolded quietly. Bruce gave her a gentle smile and patted her hand. “Bring him forward.”

“Great!” The man – young, by the sound of it, probably closer to a boy – called, leaping past Alfred. “I mean, uh, thank you, Your Highness. For the opportunity.”

Damian watched the man as he walked the long carpet forward, and he felt his eyes narrowing in curiosity. He had dark hair that seemed permanently windblown framing his face, and an awkward smile that almost seemed like it was about to burst from his face.

What really struck Damian’s interest, however, were his eyes. They were a sharp violet, a color Damian didn’t recall ever seeing on a human being before. They were fascinating. Beautiful, even, if he really had to describe them.

As he approached, Damian realized the man – boy, he truly was a boy – was around his age. Seventeen like himself at most, but more likely a year or two younger. What surprised him about that, though, was the armour he wore. While a sparkling silver and recently cleaned, Damian could see nicks and dents in it, even a few shadows that could easily be blood stains, if he got close enough to look.

Barely seventeen and already a battle-worn war veteran?

Attached to the shoulder plate of his armour was a brooch that fastened his bright red cloak together around his neck. It was gold, shaped like a freshly cut diamond, with a large S painted blue on the inside.

Damian didn’t recognize the coat of arms. And Damian knew all the coat of arms of every kingdom and town on the continent.

That was suspicious.

He glanced to his side again. Richard had not taken his hand off his sword.

The boy had reached their feet now, that large smile still adorning his face.

“Hello.” He said plainly. “My name is Jonathan Kent, of the Kingdom of Krypton.”

Talia huffed, raising her head. “And what are you here for, Sir Jonathan?”

Jonathan’s smile, impossibly, seemed to widen.

“Well, Your Highness.” He started, turning his head to stare directly at Damian. Damian found himself flinching under the intense gaze. “I’m here to marry Prince Damian of the Kingdom of Gotham.”

A wave of gasps rolled through the room, followed by an almost deathly silence. While they were all here to propose a courtship and future with the prince, no one had dared to be so forward! Just as no one should have. It was presumptuous and out of place. Everyone knew that. Everyone.

Bruce and Talia glanced at each other, and Richard had the gall to stifle a laugh in his fist.

But Damian.

He was tired, he was annoyed. He was fed up with this charade that had not only taken up almost a week of his life, but one he did not want to partake in, in the first place. He was fed up with people looking at him. Fed up with being treated like a thing, a prize.

So as his parents glanced at each other, and the court calmed themselves over the offense, Damian stood, moving to the front of the altar.

“I beg your pardon?” He spat, brushing off Richard’s fingers as he tried to grab him. “How dare you think I’d want to marry a nameless peasant such as yourself.”

“Well, past experience says you wouldn’t be that against it.” Jonathan shrugged, armor clanking. “But that also is a moot point, because I’m not a peasant. I’m Jonathan, from the Kingdom of Krypto-”

“I’ve never heard of it.” Damian declared. “And I know every kingdom here to the coasts. Which makes you a liar, dear knight.”

The moniker was all but sneered, but Jonathan just let his smile grow a little wider, a little…fonder.

Suddenly Jonathan glanced over Damian’s shoulder. “My father’s name is Clark Kent, but he also sometimes goes by Kal. You’ve fought at his side before, King Bruce.”

Damian whirled around to find his father nodding. “Indeed I have.” Bruce frowned. “I don’t recall him being from any kingdom though. He called himself a traveler.”

“A…recent development.” Jonathan admitted. “One we are still getting used to. But Krypton is his – our – home, and once the truth was discovered, they welcomed us back with open arms.”

“Your father is king?” Jonathan nodded. “Quite the…development, as you said.” Bruce murmured. He glanced at Dick, who shook his head. “He never mentioned a son.”

“He has two. Myself and my older brother, Connor.” A nervous chuckle. “He was…very protective of us as we traveled. Hid us in forests and with witches when he and mother had dealings in towns and villages. Apparently whatever ousted him from Krypton all those years ago, he was afraid we would be its next target.”

“None of this is relevant to today.” Damian cut in, whirling back around to face the suitor. “How long have you been under the title of prince?”

“A few years.”

“And in a few years you did not learn any manners?” Damian scolded, crossing his arms. “You do not enter another’s kingdom and demand someone’s hand in marriage.”

“I did not demand.” Jonathan countered. “I promised.”

Damian felt heat rise to his cheeks. “And who said I would choose you? How do you know I have not chosen anyone to court yet?”

“Past experience.”

“Past experience with who?”

“You.”

The room’s silence grew tense. Damian’s hands balled into fists.

“I have never met you for a second in my life.”

Jonathan lowered his voice. “Are you so sure?”

Damian narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by his mother.

“Damian.” She hummed. “…What do you think of this…gentleman? Are you interested in him?”

“I think he’s a complete buffoon.” Damian answered instantly. Jonathan chuckled to himself. “An arrogant, deceptive moron.”

Jonathan merely blinked. “Your Highness, that doesn’t answer her question.”

Damian felt a blush blossoming on his face. “You-”

“And if we’re going to marry within the year, perhaps you should answer quickly, so we can begin our courtship.”

“Again, who said I would ever want to marry you?” Damian demanded.

Jonathan shrugged again. “Well, so far, you haven’t said you don’t.”

Damian felt his jaw go rigid. This idiot. This disrespectful, uneducated boy who claims he fell into power. So sure of himself, so narcissistic. And he already thought Damian belonged to him? That Damian was already his?

That smile was still plastered to his face. It was mischievous, and held a secret.

Held a challenge.

Say no, it said. I dare you. Let me embarrass you in front of your court and walk away with your tail between your legs. I dare you.

Damian never could turn down a dare. A test. And if it was a challenge Jonathan Kent of Krypton wanted, it was a challenge he would get.

He wanted to court Damian? Fine. Let him court Damian. Damian would eat him alive. Emotionally tear him limb from limb. Send him crawling back to Krypton wondering why he ever even bothered with the youngest Prince of Gotham.

After a moment, Damian returned the smile, slowly walked down the altar steps, and moved towards the knight. Stopped only inches away, and stared up into those mystical purple eyes.

There was something in those eyes, Damian noted. Something just out of reach. Purposefully hidden. Hidden from everyone? Or just Damian?

This close, and Damian was reminded once more of the marks on his armor. The red shadows he’d noticed before, he could now confirm were blood. Old and flaking, and much more of it than he first realized. Not his own, Damian decided, based on their locations. Blood from others.

Mischievous…and dangerous.

(And beautiful!, his brain supplied. But he ignored that part. Stayed focused on the challenge at hand.)

He glanced down between them when he noticed Jonathan’s fingers twitch, like he wanted to reach out. Want to touch him. Damian let his gaze rise. Smirked, and reveled in the scene of Jonathan biting his lip, just slightly.

“Yes, Mother.” He whispered. But his voice was heard through the whole room. “I think I am interested.”

Jonathan kept his gaze. Whispered back, “I knew you would be.”

“Your arrogance will be the death of you, Traveler.” Damian hummed, turning away. He began back up the steps, was almost to the top, when he heard the quietest words ever spoken.

“No, I do believe only you will be, love.”

Damian spun back around at the tender sound, his face heating up. Jonathan was still staring, but now his gaze was softer, more adoring. Like he’d known Damian for years.

Like he really was here just to profess his eternal love and marry him on the spot.

…Curious.

Suddenly, a hand was on Damian’s shoulder, and he turned to find Richard above him, watching Jonathan as he tugged Damian back to his seat.

Talia began speaking to Jonathan, Bruce adding a word or two, as Richard and Damian sat back down. That look was gone from Jonathan’s face now, back to business as the queen set a time for him to return the next day to spend time with her son.

“…First impression?” Damian murmured to his brother. He felt himself twitching every so often, when Jonathan would glance his way.

“Honestly? Suspicious.” Richard returned. “I’ll need to look deeper into this history he’s claiming. See if Father and I can get a hold of Clark. Find out about the status of Krypton.” Richard paused, then looked over at him. “Are you honestly interested in him?”

Damian shrugged. “If not for love, then for my personal entertainment.”

“That’s cruel, if he’s genuine.”

“Do you think he is?”

Richard looked back. The knight was bowing to their parents now. Stood, and turned to the two of them to bow again. When he stood upright once more, he gave Damian a wink, then turned to walk back down the aisle and out of the room.

Richard clicked his tongue as Jonathan disappeared out the large door. Glanced at Damian with a sly smile. “…Ask me again after your first date tomorrow.”

Damian groaned and slumped in his throne.

#jondami #jon kent #Damian Wayne #dick grayson #Talia al Ghul #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #Princes au

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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How The Batboys Comfort You When You're Crying HC

i had a few reqs about the boys comforting you after a hard day and thought this was a good middle ground for all of them :) i hope you enjoy!

Jason Todd:

- jason hates to see you cry, it twists a special emotional knife in his chest when he sees you curled up choking on your tears

- calling him to come over he'll rush to your side and just scoop you up, latching you onto him while he takes deep breaths hoping you'll mirror him

- it's always more calming when you can hear jason's heartbeat as his chest rises and falls

- he'll brush back hair that's fallen in your face and wipe away tears before they can slip out

- "none of that babe i'm here now" he whispers as you swallow and glance up at him through bleary eyes

- he'll rub your back with strong hands, eventually you'll transition to lying down on top of his chest whispering why you had a rough day while he cooes and cuddles you to sleep

- he MIGHT sneak out and beat up who ever hurt you but we don't talk ab that

Damian Wayne:

- initially dami would go into shock, like think a systems overload with rage that just blacks him out for a second while he considers 800 ways to hide a body

- a second later he's at your side letting you melt into his embrace

- he'd be really really quiet at the beginning, trying to remember everything grayson said about comforting the people he loved, just letting you relax in his embrace until you're slightly more calmed down

- once the initial cry is over he'll let you curl up in his lap while he mindlessly works on drawings or cases, constantly getting off task to kiss a little line down your neck or bring you to pet titus with him, he tries to distract you and plots his revenge for later

- if you're embarrassed of your flush cheeks or tear stained appearance he'll be showering you in compliments

- "beloved you could be purple and i'd still fall for you just as hard" or "what- what are you talking about? you're the most beautiful person in the world. always." or a million other little quips about how you fulfill his life (such a sap when you're sad)

- there would be lots of animal cuddles too like LOTS

- he'd really want you to remember that day as a happy one, maybe he'd take you on a date later or out on patrol as a treat- anything to replace that days sad memory this his own happy one because you make his life happy and he's determined to do the same for you :)

Dick Grayson:

- dick is the sweetheart where as soon as he sees you his arms are WIDE open, he's probably rushing you first and enveloping you in kisses that make you laugh away the tears

- he'd want to talk it out and let you get everything off your chest

- if it's an angry cry he's screaming with you, if it's a sad cry he's rubbing your back, if it's a "i don't know what i'm doing with my life it's 4am" cry he's got all the pep talks in the world ready for you and a dance party planned afterwards

- he would kiss away your tears, with that floppy goofy grin and soft lips you'd soon be smiling and crinkling your nose at how cute he is

- he'll probably put on a funny movie and order take out while he just cuddles you and lets you relax into the night with him

- the day after he likes to checkup on you, a quick jaunt over to your place or a facetime call or a nightwing visit to make sure you're okay and don't need any more of his quality dick grayson comforting because he's always down to help out the love of his life!

- even if you say you're fine you can expect a rose on your desk, or a little note on your fridge, maybe a suprise delivery of your favorite food later in the day, anything to put a smile on the face of his favorite person ever after they have a hard day

Tim Drake:

- tim is the guy who's always there, your constant shoulder to cry on even with how busy he is it's like he has a super secret sense for when you need him

- your favorite crying position is dragging yourself into the batcave and slumping into his chest while he's on the bat computer

- like clockwork one arm is wrapping around your waist and then other is swiping away the tears as he asks what's wrong

- the most comforting thing about timmy is his cologne, you always rest your head right on his shoulder while he whispers little comforting things in your ear

- he will just quietly sit there and comfort you if that's what you need but if you prefer distractions he'll tell you about the case or what he did that day or pull up a cartoon on the bat computer

- soon enough you're both smiling and laughing like normal

- where tim shines is that he doesn't just let you go after he's seen you cry, he tends to casually follow you around to make sure you're okay

- whether it's coming with you on errands that day or making sure you stay the night with him- tim wants you to know that he's there for the long run, you won't ever have to be alone or isolated because timmys got your back when you need it forever and always :)

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srose-foxfire · 3 years

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Damirae Week 2021 - Day 1

“The One” (Day :1 - Family / In-Laws)

“I’m telling you guys she’s the one.” Dick Grayson announced proudly as he curiously watched the young raven-hair maiden walk through the lifeless hallways one late-afternoon. The young maiden would go on daily strolls and just admire the ancient décor almost as if they could retell tales of when the halls were crowded with counts and duchesses of neighboring kingdoms. Now their hallways were dark and lonely only lit by candlelight casting a soft glow to shoo the shadows away. It almost appeared like the candles didn’t want the maiden to walk in the darkness that dared to consume the old castle.

Raven was her name and she was different from any other maiden that had come to their castle a few centuries back. Her long raven-hair was woven into a single braid, holding it together was a simple white worn out lace. Her skin almost pear-like that glimmer under starlight. She was the one, Dick kept repeating to himself. The one who could lift the curse that had fallen onto his youngest brother and their family.

Dick Grayson, along with two of his younger siblings, Jason and Tim, continued to look at Raven as she carefully wiped the expensive china set that has been collecting dust over the centuries. Just then a gust of wind transpired between them as Sombra, Raven’s pet raven came flying through an open window screeching happily at it’s mistress.

Raven giggled as her beloved pet landed on her arm, “how was your flight?” She asked as she gently scratched the top of Sombra’s head. “It is rude to stare at a lady from the shadows, tell me did your master send you?” Raven turned her gaze towards the ceiling where Dick and his brothers had been watching.

Raven was extraordinary indeed. One of the many reasons why Dick kept pushing his brother; Damian to court her was because of her gift. She was able to see spirits. Yes, spirits. Dick and along with his half-siblings had been cursed from their physical forms, making them roam their home as simple spirits. While Damian had been cursed to take on the shape of a hideous black fur beast. Over the years the few people who were able to past the mighty demon-creature who guarded the gates to their castle, they would immediately flee believing the castle was haunted. Most of the times it was just Dick moving objects and trying very hard to communicate to their unexpected guests that there were cursed members being contained within the castle.

Coming back to the present; Dick, Tim, and Jason floated towards the ground as Raven stood with her arms crossed awaiting their response.

“Forgive us my dear lady, but we were just simply making sure you were well.” Dick said happily, hoping to lively the mood.

Raven who wasn’t hiding how irritated she was with their hovering continue the interrogation, “Did your master put you up with this?”

“Master? You mean Damian? He’s not our master - though he sure does like bossing us around- he’s our youngest brother.” Tim added.

Raven lifted her right brow once she heard his statement. “Brother?... I’m sorry but I don’t see the resemblance, shouldn’t you all look like him?”

Dick grimaced, they should had explained to her their situation, but Damian stubborn just like his father ordered them to keep their family affairs to themselves and not let any outsider meddled. “I apologize but we are not at liberty to discuss certain little details. We saw you were admiring the décor, if you have any questions on them, I would be happy to discuss them with you.”

Jason then floated closer to Dick and quietly as he could whispered into his ear, “I’m not sure about this. We’re all supposed to keep at a distance from her, what if Damian finds out-”

Dick quietly hissed back, “Damian could get upset with me all he wants, we have a guest to entertain.” He then turned and bowed towards Raven, the way Alfred, the family’s butler had once showed him. “My fair lady, if you could just follow me this way and I will show you an old painting drawn by a painter who painted right before a battle between a knight and dragon.”

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

A menacing growled shook the hallway, the candles that were lit simply extinguished themselves as a hard-cold breeze flew around them. Only one candle stayed lit near the spirits and Raven. Being filled with fear, Sombra took off in flight exiting through an open window. Cast in shadows, he, the castle’s master stayed hidden. Only his emeralds eyes pierced the darkness, he was tall and so his gazed looked down upon his older brothers and the young girl that now inhabit his castle. Upon seeing her, not ever blinking or showing fear, instead her gaze held one of repulsion, he snarled and showed his brilliant white sharp teeth.

“What are you doing out of your room?” He questioned through clenched teeth.

Raven not backing down, nor blinking away from his deathly stare, “You said I was allowed to take a stroll, if I pleased.”

Dick was about to intervene when Damian grunted and lowered himself to be eye-to-eye with Raven. In the shadows Damian could not be seen, to the creature he was forced into. A beast, large like a bull almost resembling that of a minotaur cover in black fur with a black lion-like mane running from his head to back. His horns dark as a moonless night. His front paws were very large and could crush a human skull so easily.

“I did, but I requested you to stay only in your dorm’s hallway. Not venture further out.” Damian added so coldly.

Way to charm her, Dami, you’re ruining our chances of having a sister-in-law. Dick couldn’t help but think to himself. His younger brother lacked in lady skills, which was odd since Bruce, their father had his ways with women. “Damian, that’s no way to speak-”

“Shut your mouth Grayson and you go back to your room if you know what’s best for you.”

Raven narrowed her amethyst eyes. “Jerk.” She cursed under her breath before turning and heading towards a stairwell that lead her to the upper corridors where her room was located. Damian only snarled and very quickly like wind itself exited the hallway through a narrow twisting stairwells that lead ascended to a room located in one of the castle’s towers, where Damian looked out to view the world he was forced to hide from and guard both a treasure and a cursed item from anyone bringing him ill wills.

“You’re sure these two are a thing?” Tim questioned as Damiana and Raven were no longer in sight.

Dick patted both of his brothers back and then motioned them to follow him towards the castle’s ballroom where his fiancé and sisters waited for them. “I’m certain, we just gotta give them a gentle push.”

#damirae week 2021 #damirae week #damirae #beauty and the beast au #Damian Wayne #raven and damian #raven roth

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artxyra · 4 years

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What if Damian and the miraculous class are friends and they have movie nights, but since Damian is in Gotham he sneaks out of the manor and portal via Max & Kalki to participate. The Fam get suspicious and try to figure out where Damian is going every week. When they find out he goes to Paris they try to follow him but the portal closes and they use the tubes instead. They end up crashing in on them watching a horror movie which freaks the class out. Insert yelling and things being thrown.

To: Demon From: Angel

Are we still on for movie night?

To: Angel From: Demon

Yes. Just need to get away from the family.

To: Demon From: Angel

😀

Marinette looks over smiling from her phone. Today is a good day. There were no akuma that needed Ladybug’s attention, nor had she broken up a fight between Max and Kim about the latest game. So yes, she was ecstatic to know this is how her day is going.

“Hey Mars, is Damian coming tonight?” Adrien asks seating next to her playing with a strand of his hair. Ever since he came out to her, their relationship has blossomed beyond a crush to a blooming brother-sister relationship. That and Luka were more than willing to take on the blonde without a second thought. She kind of feels bad for Juleka having to see Adrien on a near-daily basis and with her brother no doubt.

“Yup,” Marinette continues to smile, “I just received word that he’s good to go. All we need is for Kaalki and Max to open up a portal at the designated time.”

“Sweet, I hear that Kim was the one picking out this week’s movie. I hope it’s nothing horror-related.” Adrien pouts causing Marinette to laugh that the poor kitty’s face.

“I’m sure it’s nothing too crazy.” Marinette hopes that it was something simple to follow and an action pack rather than horror. She may love horror games but kwami be damn if she watches a horror movie in the dark that wasn’t comedic.

“It looks like break is almost over, we’ll continue you this later.” Adrien sends Marinette a comforting smile before jumping down into his assigned seat next to Nino. Alya and Nino just walked in holding hands.

“Hey, lovebirds, who’s ready for a night full of fun?” Alya greets the two causing them to roll their eyes at the nickname that no longer pertains to them.

“Hey Als, I should be asking you that instead.” Marinette lifts an eyebrow that accompanies her smirk. Nino and Alya’s faces turn red and they side glance each other. Marinette and Adrien laugh at the couple.

“After class, I’ll be giving a quick speech regarding tonight’s plans,” Marinette states pulling out her classwork and books for class. They all nod in understanding. Just then the rest of the class filed in with matching smiles and asking pertaining to tonight’s activities.

To: Angel From: Demon

Save me from the idiots that I call my brothers?

To: Demon From: Angel

Can’t love, I’m sure it not that bad.

To: Angel From: Demon

For some idiotic reason, they are watching me like a hawk today. I’m currently in the bathroom with the doors locked listening to them bicker outside.

To: Demon From: Angel

Yikes 😬. I’m sure it will die down before you’re required to leave.

To: Angel From: Demon

I doubt that.

To: Demon From: Angel

About that, why did we move our weekly movie night from Saturday to Friday?

To: Angel From: Demon

It’s a half-day at school.

Shit. Talk to you later.

Marinette places her phone down and slowly turns her attention to Mme. Bustier. The red-haired teacher tried to keep her students engaged with the content, but she was losing them faster than on average. Marinette turns to her classmates. Alix and Kim were trying to out strength each other, Juleka and Rose was trying to pay attention but the drooping in Rose’s eyes say otherwise, Sabrina and Chloe—well doing what they usually do—living in their own bubble, Nathaniel was sketching something down in his notebook while Max was pretending to take notes as Markov does it for him. Finally, Mylene and Ivan were also in their own world.

Hours seemed to past in Marinette’s mind before Mme. Bustier concluded today’s lesson. She was so caught up in watching the time that she didn’t realize that was sketching an outfit in her own notebook. Whoops.

“Marinette is there something you would like to add?” Mme. Bustier prompts sending the class’s designated designer a smile.

“Yes,” Marinette gets up from her seat and walks down to the podium. “Tonight is our weekly movie night instead of tomorrow. Do you remember what to bring? If not, please message me before the event. Remember that we are having this event at Chloe’s family’s hotel as it a makeshift theatre room.”

“Daddy says we can have the popcorn maker also.” Chloe interrupts. The class cheers at the thought of the infamous popcorn maker that was usually locked behind the hotel kitchen doors.

“Thank you, Bee, for that tidbit. Now, Max, you are to arrive at the bakery no later than six o’clock. The demon is having a half-day today and I’m ninety-nine percent sure that he’ll want to be here no later than that. Everyone else, you are free to do.” With that and a pretend gavel, Marinette dismisses the class to their next class for the day.

For Damian, being at school felt like a blessing even if it was a half-day. His brothers have been hounding him all morning. It’s like they are looking for something that isn’t there. Damian’s emotions? Yeah right, they all know he only shows emotions to his beloved animals or animals in general. Damian had to double, triple check the security on his phones because who knows what Drake would find if he had access inside it.

For over six months, he had been going to Paris for movie nights with his beloved and her classmates. At first, he had done it through the zeta tubes but after gaining their trust just enough to be in on the Miraculous Team of Paris, his trips became a lot more frequent. He would make up an excuse about going to a classmate, or Jon’s, house for the night, or to work on a school project. He had gotten away with it for a while, but Tim was the first to notice the lie.

Tim and Conner were having their usually meet up when the Damian had told his family that he was spending time at Jon’s, something that was no unusual. All was fine and dandy until Jon came home with a Damian Wayne. Tim, well it was mainly Dick, had grilled into the young hero about Damian’s whereabouts. Jon either lied or literally had no idea. Which prompted the Batbros to start the search on Damian's weekly disappearance.

Everyone took the day off to “spend time” with Damian. They wanted to trap the teen inside the manor and watch his every movement. Like that isn’t an invasion of privacy or trust.

Alfred brought Damian to the manor around noon. This gives them enough time to hide any open-source of weaponry they could find or items that Damian could use against them in battle. That was a lot of items on the list. Dick inquired for Bruce to hold off on the tracking device as a last resort. He wanted to start everything out with a discussion, but Jason laughs that idea out the window as he cleans his guns.

“The young master is residing in his bedroom,” Alfred speaks walking down into the Batcave.

The Wayne family knew this was it.

To: Angel From: Demon

I’m ready.

To: Demon From: Angel

ETA in 5

Damian smirks at his phone. He loves his girlfriend and how quickly she can manage an entire group of classmates and plan a weekly movie night event.

He had packed his belonging that he usually brings with him when he does to Paris. Which isn’t much.

Four minutes.

Damian thought his ears were playing tricks on him, but they weren’t. He could hear the stampede of footsteps that were no doubt from his family members aside from Alfred. Alfred’s footsteps are like a ghost, you never hear them.

Three minutes.

“Hey little D, since you had a half-day today, why don’t you spend it with us,” Grayson asks the second his bedroom door swings open. Alfred the cat sends a glare to his owner’s family.

“Yeah, Demon spawn, we all took the day off to spend time with you,” Jason adds gas to the fire that was already burning intensely.

“Damian…” Not his father too.

Two minutes.

Damian doesn’t say a word. His eyes bounce from one person to the next and repeat. He didn’t know who to answer them. “Tt.” Was the only word? Sound? That had escaped his lips.

“You need to leave like now.” Damian refuses to have his family find out the very secret he had kept hidden for so long. His quick need for them leaving only pushes them to stay. Worried about various reasons from teen problems to joining the League of Assassins again. They didn’t want to take any chances.

One minute.

Damian could sense the user of the horse kwami becoming active. Soon a blue swirling portal opens up behind Damian. Damian looks at his family and side glances at the portal. The portal wins. The family of vigilantes runs to the portal only for it to close.

“Am I hallucinating or did that just happen?” Tim asks wiping the sleep away from his eyes.

“No, replacement, that really just happened.” Jason states. Tim nods in understanding.

“I’ll do track him down.” Dick sulks at the thought that Bruce was right.

It didn’t take long for the results to come in.

“Uh…so how the hell is the Demon in Paris, France of all places?” Jason shouts from behind his older brother and Bruce.

“The swirling portal thingy?” Tim states the obvious, but it sounded more like a question as he sits down and drinks a cup of coffee.

“Boys we’re going to Paris.” Bruce states over his sons. From afar, Alfred sighs and goes to prepare the zeta tubes with the destination in mind.

“Uh, civvies or uniform?” Dick asks as they all start to make their way to the zeta tube. This was one of those questions that they linger on for a hot minute.

Before they knew it, Damian had gained an hour over his family.

“It doesn’t matter, we need to know where the little demon has been hiding all this time.” Jason screeches talking over to the zeta tube and teleporting to the location.

Bruce turns to the remainder of his sons who shrugged and follow suit.

Entering Paris, they were further from Damian’s location than anticipated. They follow the tracker with some interruptions. Dick wanted to buy something for Kori, Jason wanted food and Tim needed for coffee. After all that was done, they officially made it to the supposed location of Damian’s whereabouts.

“Why would the little demon at a hotel?”

“Hum, this coffee is really good,” Tim says before taking another sip.

“Boys, focus on the mission.”

“I am focus, Bruce.”

“I didn’t say you were, Dick.”

“Touché.” Dick rubs the back of his arm.

They enter Le Grand Paris with tensions high and were surprised by how calm and relax the employees were. Jason swears this was just a hoax and they were torturing Damian behind one of these doors. An employee asks them if they are in need of anything. Bruce states that they were looking for his son.

“Is he friends with Chloe and her classmates?” The employee asks.

“Who?” Dick and Bruce ask simultaneously. Jason had dragged Tim off somewhere to look at some things.

The employee eyes the family skeptically.

“Well if he’s not friends with Mlle. Bourgeois, then I suggest heading to the police department and report a missing child.” The employee states before walking away. Bruce sighs and pulls out the tracking device. Damian is so close to them.

“We’re going to find him, right?”

“And drag the brat back to Gotham?”

Bruce in the direction that would be location, he gestures for his children to follow.

Damian was having a blast. In his arms, Marinette sat on his arm clinging to his shirt cursing Kim’s name throughout the film. Kim had chosen a horror movie for tonight’s showing and by kwami it was fantastic. There was no comedic relief, actual horror storytelling leaving the class on the edge of their seats.

Adrien was curled next to Marinette in Luka’s arms. He was also clinging to a body, a certain musician as if he was a frightened kitten.

Just as the MC was about to open the door to the attic, a series of figures jump from the ceiling. Screams in real-life match those within the movie. Popcorn, empty cartons of candy, soda drinks are thrown at the figures. A string of curses follows not long after that.

“Damian, tell your friends to stop.” He knows that voice from anywhere, it was Grayson’s voice. Marinette slides herself off himself.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He screeches in English. Most of the class didn’t have a clue what was being said.

“We wanted to see where you were?”

“We thought you were kidnapped?”

“I just came for the scenery.”

Damian’s eyes twitch.

“That’s nice and all, but can you move? We’re trying to watch a movie here and you’re ruining it.” Chloe stands up demanding the bat-family to move. They all look to one another before subtly moving away from the screen.

Damian places a quick kiss on Marinette’s cheek and guides his family out of the room. He was not happy that they came in ruining his night with Marinette. Now he has to make up for it with something romantic, not that he’ll do it anyway.

“What made you believe that I was kidnapped?” He asks, the second they were out of the room.

“The portal thingy.”

“You not answering any of our questions.”

Damian breathes through his nose. “You’re all idiots.”

“Well movie night is a bust, but we all agree to stay here to continue rather than going home.” Marinette walks into the hall after a moment of them talking—well it was more of a screaming match between Bruce and Damian with some input from Dick. “Will your family be fine without you for a couple more hours?”

“Habibti, these dunces are my family,” Damian states gesturing to his family,

Marinette nods, “Well then, hello, and can we keep Damian for the night?”

Damian walks over to Marinette and wraps his arms around her. “I’ll return from before it’s nightfall in Gotham, father.”

“Uh, sure. Boys lets go.” Bruce accepts the came and walks down the hall. Before either of the brothers could pester Damian about this newfound relationship, Bruce gave them all the bat-glare and demanded that they follow.

“You know you’re going to get pestered, right.” Marinette laughs.

“Don’t remind me.”

“Come on, we have a movie to finish.”

With that, Damian takes Marinette’s hand and walks back into the room.

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Once Upon a Dream - Dick Grayson Imagine (You'll love me at once, The way you did once upon a dream)

pairing: Dick Grayson x Titan! (Preg!Wifey!Reader)

request¹: When Trigon is controlling Dick, he sees Y / n as his wife instead of Dawn. So he tells Y / n what he saw.

request²: Can you write something about Dick and y/n being pregnant and he is protective over her and the baby? Thanks

notes: I joined these two lovely requests together because I thought they fit pretty well I’m so sorry the delay, I’m back at college and doing both is pretty hard but i did my very best. hope you enjoy it xxxx<3 y/e/c: your eye color

y/n/n: your nickname

“Good dreams, big boy.” I said as I put my son to sleep after telling him all the stories he asked me to. John wasn’t a hard-to-deal kid, he reminded me a lot of myself when I was younger, not the bad things, of course, only the good ones, although I wished he could inherit more of Y/n. Looking back at my past doesn’t make me that proud of who I was, but if I admire someone, it surely is my wife.

Heading to our bedroom, I entered, immediately locking my eyes for more than a second with a pair of large, Y/E/C eyes set in a pretty face. Y/N was laying down in our bed, reading her book. It didn’t matter how many times I looked at her, she would always look as beautiful as ever.

“Hey, Boy Wonder.” She greeted me with her specific -and so beloved by me- soft tone of voice.

“Hello, y/n/n” I took my shoes off, sitting in the bed, close to her. Her smell entered my nostrils as I placed a warm kiss on her neck. “How’s our baby and my wife doing?” I caressed her belly, trying to check on our kid as much as I could. Having John four years ago made me way more responsible and careful than I would imagine that I could be someday. Since it, my family had been all I cared for, the hero life didn’t need me as much as they did, or as much as I needed them too.

“We’re doing fine, he didn’t kick me like yesterday so yes..we’re good for today” she told me with a smile on her face. “But my feet, god, they’re killing me”

“Well, I think I can help you on this” I told her with a half smile

“Yeah? Show me how then.” she said and i moved to the end of the bed, sitting with her feet in my laps while i started to massage it.

She left her book on her side, positioning comfortably through the pillows

“I already told you this but..you’re the best husband in the whole world” she said

“I know that, thank you” i said, mocking her

“You’re so sassy, Grayson” we laughed together. I kept doing the massage for ten minutes when, in a matter of a second, we were interrupted by my phone ringing, showing Jason Todd on it’s screen. He was calling for a video call.

I didn’t talk to Jason for ages, what would he want now?

I looked at Y/n and she nodded at me, pointing that I should answer and I did. She got back to read her book while I answered his call, but I knew my wife pretty well to know she was still listening.

“Hey, Jay. Long time no see” I said when his face showed up on the screen. He was different, surely not the same Jason I knew 5 years ago.

“Hey, man, not as good as you, I think.” He answered, showing his legs. He was sitting in a wheelchair, I got perplexed. What the hell did happen to him?

“Jason” I had my hands covering my mouth after passing them through my hair. “What happened?”

“I was stupid. Totally my fault. Riddler and some guys were hitting jewelry stores late at night.” he spoke and I paid attention to every single word “Batman and I staked one out, caught them coming in. Should’ve gone down real simple, but I got too cocky. Big Surprise.” He had his head down, recognizing his mistakes.

“Went straight for him, Though I could take him down on my own. You know the Riddler never uses a gun?”

I nodded at him, it was true, he never did.

“Well, now he does. Bullet hit on my t5 vertebra. I still have it here.”

“Jesus.. I’m so sorry for that.”

“Gotham’s gotten worse, man” He looked at me “Way fucking worse. Commissioner Gordon’s dead.”

“What?” I was completely astonished by what I heard. How the fuck did Bruce let it happen?

“Three days ago. It was the joker, and it was bad. When Bruce finally found where he was. It was too late already.” he said “He’s going to kill the joker”

I felt Y/n’s intrigued eyes on me at this point. She knew Bruce almost too much like I did.

“He would never do that. Bruce has a line he’ll never cross”

“Things have changed, Dick. Alfred Died, I got shot, Commissioner Gordon Died.” Too much information to my own good, I wish I could still be in peace with Yn in bed like I was some minutes ago.

“Why are you telling me all of that now?” I sighed.

“Because you’re the real Robin, man. Not me. He was never the same after you left. Alfred said it. Superman said it. You were the only one he ever listened to. Maybe the only one he cared about after his parents died.” I didn’t answer him this time, it was too much.

“You need to come back to Gotham and convince him not to do it.”

What? Come back to Gotham?

“I can’t. I swore I’d never go back.I haven’t spoke to Bruce in years”

“The whole thing with Tony Zucco. You know what he’s going through. If he does it, there’s no coming back.” I looked back at him “He’s the only hero that Gotham has left.” he sighed “You’re the only one that could save him”

He said and hung up, leaving me with innumerable thoughts, innumerable questions.

I threw my phone at the sofa in front of the bed, getting up and running my hands through my hair.

I felt a pair of arms hugging me from behind

“Dick.” I heard her voice “I’m here.”

“If bruce wants to do something, he’s gonna do it. We both know that.” I said turning around to look at her. “He dresses up like a bat to fight crime. That works for him.” I spoke trying to show her my point of view, it was insane what Jason just told me.

“But this idea that I’m the only one that could save him? It’s bullshit.” I complemented, walking side to side in the room while she was looking calmly at me.

“Then, who?” she just asked

“What?”

“Jim Gordon is dead. Alfred is dead. Barbara’s missing. He fell out with Superman years ago. He’s alone.” She told me, eye to eye.

“He’s always alone, Y/n.”

“Not when you’re around, Dick. How’re you going to feel if you don’t at least try?”

“Bruce Wayne is not my responsibility.” I raised my tone of voice, being hard at what I said. Damn. I knew I had fucked up the minute I said it, so I walked to her.

“I’m sorry.” I hugged her from behind just like she did some minutes ago. “After our baby, if he still hasn’t got shit together, I’ll go. I can’t leave the three of you alone here.”

“Okay.” She said “Oh my god, Dick, he just kicked, he knows we’re talking about’im”

I smiled and moved my hands to her belly in an attempt to feel our son’s kick’s. It was crazy how much my family meant to me, remembering that I always loved Y/n and now, having a life built with her and calling her “wife” is the most peaceful feeling i’ve ever felt.

Our moment was interrupted by a little figure entering our bedroom. It was John with his sleepy face and his teddybear, “Growley” -which one Gar gave to him on his birthday- and we turned our attention to him.

“Hey buddy, couldn’t sleep?” I asked

“Growley wants to go with you.” he told me

“Go where, sweetie?” Y/n asked our older son.

“To Gotham City” He said and I laughed. Did he hear it all?

“Wow. Eavesdropping.” Y/n told me.

“But Growley is your favourite.”

“He’ll protect you.” John said and left, heading to his room, sleeping again.

“Look honey.” Y/n turned to me, putting a hand on my face and I leaned at her touch, closing my eyes, she always had the power to put my shit together when I couldn’t.

“I know that your relationship with Bruce is more than complicated, and that the last time you saw each other you said some things..But he saved you, Dick.”

“What if you’re the only one who can save him back?” I scoff.

“Baby, that’s absurd.” I told her

“But what if?” She asked me.

The next morning I was ready to take a plane to GC. I called Donna to keep here with Y/n until I got back. The bell rang and she was here. Me and Y/n went to receive our old friend.

“Hey Donn” Y/n greeted her.

“I missed you, sister.” The black haired girl answered my wife.

“Hey crazy chick. It’s good to see you. Thank you for coming.” I told her when she came to hug me.

“No problem, don’t worry, I’ll be taking a real good care of these three”

“I don’t doubt it”

We talked to each other and I was ready to leave.

“I’ll be back in a matter of a second, baby, I promise. I’ll have my phone close every time, call me if you need and i’ll be right back.”

“Dick, I’m the one who should be pretty worried by now, and believe me, I am, so please, take care in every moment of this, right?”

"Come on, it’s me. I’m good at this sort of stuff, remember?" I told her with a cocky smile.

We kissed deeply. I gave John a kiss on his head.

“Take care of your mother and your auntie, alright? That’s your mission.”

“Alright, Dad.” he smiled sweetly at me.

“Donn, call me if she feels anything different from normal, any sight of danger and I'll drop everything on Gotham and I'll be back, deal?” Donna nodded at me.

“You’re everything I have. I love you” I said in my wife’s ear, leaving a kiss on her forehead, and leaving.

Gotham was crazy, not the city I knew, the city I left back, this is the closest to hell i’ve ever got to.

I wanted to go back to my family, my pregnant wife, my 4 year old son, my house. But I couldn’t forget that once, Gotham was my home too.

The joker is almost dead. Bruce threw him up from a building and now the police escorted him to a hospital.

I followed to the place that, for a long time, sheltered me. Wayne manor, I needed to talk to Bruce. And I Tried, I told him the joker isn't dead yet and he had a chance to sneak out from darkness. But he didn’t appear so I left.

Although my conscience led me to think I should go back to the better life I chose when I burned my suit, that I should just forget about being Batman’s savior and go back to Y/n, everything kept me stuck on the city. Things happened faster than I could control.

Bruce killed the joker at the hospital. He ran before I could get him, he injured policemen. He didn’t stop at it, he Killed prisoners, nurses, guards. It wasn’t justice, it was a massacre. He couldn’t be saved. He needed to be stopped. I made his name public.

I drove an operation to get him and he killed all my team.

He wanted me to give in to the darkness. To become him.

Well, fuck you, Bruce, you win.

I killed Batman.

“Dick.” Hands on my face and a voice calling my name, it was all I could understand now.

“Dick, It was all planned by trigon” Rachel was at the batcave, where i killed batman. What was she saying? “Dick, you would never kill batman.”

“Shut the fuck up” I told her, I had to kill him.

“You’re the boy from the circus, Dick. We’re supposed to save each other.” She said and we were in my parent’s circus. The flying Graysons, my good memories showed up and I woke up.

“I missed you.”

“Rach” I chuckle.

“Welcome back.” She told me and left to find trigon.

Y/n. Her face filled my mind. Wasn’t it all real? Everything we lived, our home, our son, she was my wife for I don’t know how long and it was all trigon controlling my mind, but still, it felt so real. So good.

I had to find her.

“What’s going on?” Gar appeared with his face pretty much hurted.

“Hey, Gar, I swear I’ll tell you everything later but, where’s Y/n?”

“She’s black eyed, Dick. Outside, Don’t think you should..”

“I will get her back.”

When I came outside, all the titans were looking at Trigon and Raven, and I knew her enough to know that she’d deal pretty well with him. I looked at Y/n and she wasn’t awake, so I pulled her by her arm.

I turned her to look at me and she did.

“Y/n, it’s me, Dick. Wake up.”

“That’s me. The real me.” She had Trigon on her mind still and I needed her back.

“It’s not, I know you, Y/n. I saw you, in my vision, I had you with me so please, come back.”

Our eyes were locked, she seemed to hear what I had said and with no reluctance, she was back, her eyes weren't blacked anymore and she woke up.

“Dick.” she seemed confused. We all were.

“You’re back.”

I hugged her and she hugged me back, words were never spoken between me and Y/n, although I bet everyone knew about our feelings about each other, I never faced it, until now. I broke the embrace to look at her-

“I had you, Y/n, in my mind, during all the time you were with me and when I faced reality, it was sad that it was only a dream. It made me realize that’s enough of hiding, I need you to keep with me, because I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t and because.. I love you.”

She looked at me as if she couldn’t believe it.

“I’m being completely honest in every word I said.”

“I’m here, Dick. Kiss me.” She said, surprising me, and I did.

“I’ve waited for this for so long.” She said when we parted our kiss.

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