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dcxdpdabbles · 10 months

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Alfred's Boy Part 3

Bruce rarely had a full night's rest. In fact, he thinks that it's been a full two years since he last had more than eight hours of consistent slumber. Unlike Tim, who just forgo the recommended sleeping amount, Bruce found time to take naps throughout the day because, as much as he hates to admit it, he's not as young as he used to be.

This is why Bruce is rather displeased to be awoken when he finds himself with a chance to have a full night's rest. It felt like he barely closed his eyes at the tender time of nine o clock pm- with no cases waiting for him, his children agreeing to take his patrols, and the wonderful tea that Danny had poured him to help with backpain-he thought nothing would ruin it.

He forgot he had children for a moment.

At three in the morning, he woke to Tim, half in his Red Robin uniform, crouching like a cat about to leap, his unmasked face staring a few inches away from Bruce's nose. It took everything in Bruce to not react on instinct and take a swing at his son.

He only just bites back the scream by sheer willpower. His son doesn't seem to notice his heart trying to leap out of his chest as the boy leans back, sitting on the pillow Bruce likes to use to build a protective wall against the other side of the floor.

Tim's voice was raspy with sleep and maybe even hints of madness. "Oh good, you're awake. I have an emergency."

"Wha?" Bruce asks, half unsure if he is hallucinating. "What's wrong."

"Danny found his photo album."

"Danny has a photo album?"

"Yes. I made it. I took all the pictures."

"Okay? Why is that bad, chum? Was it supposed to be a surprise present for him?"

Tim tilts his head, his somewhat unfocused eyes staring at Bruce, and for one moment, he wonders if Tim got a concussion out in the field. He disregards the idea a moment later. Alfred would have notified him, and if not, Danny wouldn't allow Tim to wander alone.

Bruce could still remember Duke's wide eye awe as Danny followed him around when he got hit a little too hard a few weeks ago. The butler in training had even slept in his room- on the floor on an air mattress- and Duke had looked mortified and smug for as long as it took to get over his injury.

Alfred had to make it very clear no one was allowed to deliberately get a concussion to his other love-struck children.

Tim's nose wrinkles as a slight blush appears on his high cheeks. "No. He didn't know I was taking pictures of him. That's why it's bad he found the album. "

Bruce closes his eyes. He loves his son, he really does, but he can't handle this right now. He takes a few blissful seconds to pretend he never became a single dad of nine before he pushes his eyelids apart to give one of his middle children a firm scolding. "Tim, chum, the light of my life, that's a crime."

"It's not! I didn't follow him around outside the manor." Tim argues.

Bruce reaches a hand up to rub the space between his eyes. "Tim, you can't just take pictures of people without asking them."

"Why not? I've done it before. To you, Dick, Jason, Steph, Alfred, Damian, Harper, Cullen, Duke, and Cass, but she usually catches me and poses so it doesn't get her in her authentic state of being like I usually want to get but-" Tim says, counting the people on his figures before he seems to realize that he was sidetracked and shakes his head. He gives Bruce a pitiful pout. "He doesn't even mind. He said they were lovely and artistic!"

Of course, Danny wouldn't even blink at a creepy photo album of himself hidden in one of his employer's rooms. That boy didn't care that he found the Batcave while dusting, so taking everything in stride was a default.

"Tim, it's still not okay. You have to ask him from now on if you can take pictures." He holds up a hand when Tim opens his mouth to no doubt argue. "You can ask him if you can take pictures of him throughout the day to capture his authentic side without it being a crime. Now explain what the emergency really is."

Tim's teeth snapped close with a snap. "That was the emergency. He found it, and now I have to leave the country. Go underground for a few months. Maybe fake my death."

"You literally don't have to do any of that. Danny said it was okay right? He isn't one to sugarcoat things. He wouldn't claim it was fine if he didn't feel that way."

"No, Bruce, you don't understand. He already thinks I can't swim. Now he finds a book of him covered in hearts? Tim Drake needs to die." Tim says, dragging his hands down his face, and Bruce flips the covers back.

Gesturing to them, he deadpans. "Tim Drake needs to sleep."

"But my fake death needs to be planned-"

"Cullen and Harper get back tomorrow. Do you want to stress Danny more by adding your fake death to this?" Bruce watches the moment his argument wins because it's as if all fight leaves Tim's body, and his son slumps to the side. His head falls on a pillow, and he's already fast asleep.

He had been running on fumes again, it seemed.

Sighing, Bruce man hands his son into a more comfortable position, unclips his cape, and tucks the blankets around his son's shoulders. He settles back into his side of his bed- Ever since Dick came to live with him, Bruce had, over the years, claimed the right side of the bed so the left would always be open for any of his children suffering from nightmares.

He closes his eyes; Tim's peaceful face snuggling into Bruce's softest pillow reminded him why he became a single father of nine. His heart swells with love as he gives back into sleep's warm arms.

A few seconds later, his door is kicked open by Harper. She puts all her lungs into her greeting. "What's up, Old man! Who's the new kid!?"

Bruce glances at his clock and realizes it's now eight in the morning. Harper and Cullen had arrived hours earlier than planned- probably because Harper had refused to sleep and completed the drive home. He looks at Tim and finds his son curled into a ball, still dead to the world.

"That's Danny," He says in a hushed voice, gesturing to her adoptive brother. When Harper sees Tim, she visibly quiets, ensuring her heavy metal boots don't stomp on the ground as she walks over to him. "He's Alfred's foster son. He was removed from his last home because his parents were dangerous to his safety. Alfred will house him as a favor for his old contact. The contact code name is Clockwork. Danny talks about him a lot so you may hear that name for a while."

"Whoa. " She says, sobering up. Bruce can see memories of her birth father playing behind her eyes as she frowns. "That's shitty. Poor guy, no wonder he seemed sad to the bone."

"You met him?"

"Yeah, he jumped Cullen and me in the main hallway."

Bruce's mind buffers for a second. "What?"

"I know! The dude has skill, but it makes sense if he is Alfred's. He thought we were breaking in and took us out before I realized we were in danger. Once he got a good look at our faces, though, he practically threw up apologizing." She pauses. "Is he straight?"

No. Bruce thinks feeling cold, not another one.

"I believe he's bi. Why?"

Harper shrugs, smiling. "I think Cullen may have a crush on him. I was iffy about it since I thought he was another of your kids. You technically aren't our dad since I'm still Cullen's guardian, but you let us live here for free, so you like a dad? Glad it's not an issue."

Bruce wants to cry. What was it with Danny and seducing his children (in the eyes of the law or not, Cullen is Bruce's boy)? "There may be an issue. See, Danny has a few admires right now and he's- "

"That sounds like your issue, not a Cullen issue," Harper says, narrowing her eyes. Bruce winces when he notices her arms crossing over her chest as when firmly plants her feet a few inches apart. She only stands like that when she's protective of Cullen, which means she finds his comment offensive.

"I'm not saying Cullen doesn't have a chance." Bruce corrects realizing where the issue was. Harper's arms loosen slightly. "I just meant that right now, Danny isn't in the right mental state to be dating."

Harper's arms drop. "Yeah, I wasn't interested in dating after I became emancipated, either. Had a lot going on. I'll talk to Cullen about it. Make sure he gives Danny space."

Finally, one of his kids is on his side! "Thank you, Harper."

She waves a hand dismissively. "Don't mention it. Hey, how did Clockwork and Alfred meet anyway?"

Bruce shrugs. "I never asked."

"Why?"

"It's Alfred. " He says like that is an explanation enough, and it is. Harper accepts it as such, nodding along. She tilts her head back and mentions wanting to shower, then take a long nap. She leaves the room as silent as a shadow, but not before telling him Danny and Cullen are making pancakes for everyone.

Bruce doesn't want to get up, but he must be the period romance villain and rip his son away from the staff. He slips out of bed with great effort and prepares for the day. A quick bathroom break, and a change into a casual suit, lead to Bruce walking down to the kitchen.

There he spots Danny smiling gently at Cullen, who is in an excited rant about his latest reality tv show. Around them is a spread of breakfast foods- Danny always cooks the food of various cultural backgrounds. He apparently learned from Clockwork and found it important everyone had at least one piece of home per meal.

It's heartwarming domestic. Bruce needs to ruin it.

"How did Alfred and Clockwork meet?" Cullen asks, stopping Bruce from dramatically bursting into the room. It's mostly because he has been wondering the same thing for weeks, and Danny seems to know.

"Alfred got haunted when he picked up Clockwork's pocket watch in an antique store," Danny responds.

That answer didn't explain anything. In fact, it just created more questions. Bruce wants to wait a little more, see if Danny adds more information, but he watches as the bulter in training places strawberries on heart-shaped pancakes and then drizzles chocolate. He puts the plate in front of Cullen, and the other teenager swoons.

Yeah, Bruce needs to stop that.

"Good morning, boys." He calls, watching the two turn to him. They each give him a greeting, but Danny is noticeably more polite. Danny moves away from Cullen to serve Bruce. He adds blood pudding alongside his Batarang-shaped pancakes as Cullen sulks about losing Danny's attention. Bruce takes a bit of those first, closing his eyes in bliss.

Blood pudding, just like Alfred used to make.

Speaking of Alfred, his loyal butler arrives then. Seems like Bruce wasn't the only one catching up on a night of undisruptive sleep. His oldest friend gives both boys a once over, Danny pouring tea and milk and Cullen staring at him lovingly- and raises a brow, leaning down to whisper in Bruce's ear.

"I say, it seems Danny has collected another one."

"Please don't."

"Denial will not make it less true. It's how I wound up haunted."

"Alfred, what does that mean?"

#dc x dp crossover #dcxdpdabbles #Alfred's boy #Part 3 #cullen row #Harper Row #They were away on a trip #Danny likes to cook #Clockwork taught him #The lore of Alfred and Clockwork is a hot topic in Wayne Manor #Danny breaking hearts again #Tim was half crazy from sleep deprivation.

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two-sibyls-tall · 5 months

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two-sibyls-tall official (dc) fic rec list:

OFFICIAL WARNING: FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD, READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU READ THE FIC

these fics are all ones I have reread many times- therefore each fic rec has a short summary afterwards that I wrote based on which scenes I randomly remember and want to reread so future me can find it easier.

miss me? - Jason came back to Gotham and attempted to torment his old family with his presence. Three of them have been mourning him so much that they don't even realize he's not a hallucination.

successor - Tim finds out who the Red Hood is early, and accidentally solves the whole problem.

Obedience - When captured by the Mad Hatter, Tim is chipped and forced to comply with any order that he's given. The batfamily doesn't notice for over a month.

The Waynes, Damsels in Distress - Oh no. The Waynes keep getting kidnapped. Hopefully the Justice League will help, since Batman is an urban myth and all.

problem solver - Tim's been stuck in a time loop that resets at 1 am, so he's not particularly worried when he kills Damian at 12:59. Then the clock hits 1:01.

one step forward - Jason has slowly been reintegrating himself with the Bats. Unfortunately, Dick doesn't seem eager to forgive OR forget. Dick thinks that maybe his hallucinations of Jason are getting out of control.

In This or Any Other Universe - Dick Grayson travels to the Batman (2022) universe with just enough time to pull Bruce's reputation out of the dirt and catch a circus performance.

Baby Birds and Bat Caves - Tim Drake has found a way to the Batcave! The other tunnels that he passes with lazarus pits, forgotten gods, and concerning mushrooms are a fantastic backdrop for his new haunted radio show.

Call and Response - The Bird Call is a series of identifying whistles used by the Batfamily to check in without needing comms. The Bird Call is later used to bring a wayward Robin home.

Asimov’s Integral - Robot!Tim is NOT family- he’s only allowed in the Manor for as long as he helps fix Robot!Jason. Bruce keeps forgetting to tell him that’s no longer the case.

The Second Son - All the Waynes have been kidnapped in civvies. Oracle contacts the only vigilante in the city, Red Hood, to help them.

!! Shameless Self-Promotion Time !!

i've watched you so long, screamed your name - Timothy Jackson Drake was shot and killed at 8 years old. Six years later, he becomes Robin.

^^ This fic is one I wrote! From this fic you can go down two roads: The series 'my mind turns your life into folklore' focuses on Young Justice (yj98 from the comics, to be clear) and how they find family with a few supernatural perks. The series 'can't turn back now, i'm haunted' focuses on the Batfamily and their path to discovering that Tim is a ghost.

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Chapter 16

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: talks about blood, wounds, medical procedures, sad everyone, bad medical references, some fluff at the end because you know me.

A/N: I made up some B.S. on this one so please just go along with it. Also please be kind!!! Not my favorite chapter but oh well.

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Ch 15

The medical team had wheeled you out while Bucky stood there watching. He was shocked into silence. Even after everyone left Bucky just stood there, both kids hanging on to him for dear life. They were both scared. In all honesty all three of them were but Bucky couldn’t show it.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with mama?” Henry asked after a moment. His question was enough to get Bucky moving.

“I don't know. Let’s go find out.”

Bucky walked out of the apartment and ran into Steve.

“Hey what was all that about?” Steve asked as he looked at all three Barnes’.

“It’s Y/N, I do-don’t know. She just got back and next thing I know Lottie was crying for her and Ivy was pounding on the door to let her in. Henry found Y/N unconscious. They were having trouble finding her pulse.” Bucky was starting to panic with every word and Steve pulled Lottie away from him.

“Go find out what’s going on. I’ll be down in a minute.”

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice he headed to the stairs. He couldn’t be in the elevator; it would take too long. But every step he took it felt like he couldn’t move fast enough. It wasn’t true he made it to the medbay in record time but it also felt like everything was in slow motion. He stood in front of the sliding glass doors looking into the room you were in. It was a frenzy, everyone moved around you quickly. They talked amongst themselves in quick short directives. Even with his heightened hearing Bucky couldn’t make out what was being said.

His mouth was dry as he watched. Never in his life had he felt so helpless. A nurse ran out and Bucky tried to grab her to ask how you were but she pulled away. She ran down the hallway and into a different room. Suddenly the doors open again and you're being rushed out. Bucky must be hallucinating because whoever was on the bed wasn’t you. At least it didn’t look like you. The body was too fragile and lifeless. Had he lost you already but he didn’t know it yet? He’d barely had a chance to love you fully. How was he supposed to cope? How would he tell the kids mama wasn’t coming home?

“Bucky.”

Bucky gasped for air as if you’d taken his ability to breathe with you. If that’s what it took for you to live then he’d willingly give his life up for yours.

Bruce stood in front of him. Concern, clear in his face. Then his eyes moved over Bucky’s shoulder then back to him.

“You should sit. We don’t have any news yet. At this time we are trying to stabilize her.” He said as he motioned for one of the seats in the small waiting area.

When Bucky turned around he realized the whole team was there. So we’re the kids. Charlotte sat in Nat’s lap with a little pout on her lips. Eyelashes, still wet with tears. Henry was holding on to Steve. He kept going in and out of a translucent state. Bucky sat next to Steve and Henry quickly moved to sit on his father’s lap while Lottie reached for Steve.

“Did she tell you if she got hurt, maybe stabbed or shot?”

“Shot? No,” Bucky shakes his head. “She said she got kicked in the ribs but she was fine.”

Henry patted Bucky’s chest to get his attention, then whispered in his ear.

“Bubs no you didn’t hurt her.”

“What was that?” Bruce asked and Bucky sighed.

“When Y/N got home Henry hugged her tightly. She pulled away and that’s when she told me she was hurt. Henry thinks it’s his fault.”

Bruce crouches down and smiles at Henry.

“You didn’t hurt her, I know it’s scary but we’re going to figure out what did and make her better, ok?”

“Ok.”

“So you think she was shot?”

“I’m not sure. There’s an open wound near her rib but we couldn’t find a bullet but we have to wait until she’s stable before we can do any scans. It still doesn’t explain the markings on her skin.”

“What kind of markings?” Steve asked.

“It almost looked like something was spreading from the wound out toward the rest of her body. It kind of looked like lightning shooting out in different directions. There’s also swelling in the area. But we’re concerned with the shortness of breath, muscle spasms, she’s lost blood, irregular heartbeat and she’s been in and out of consciousness.”

“Dr. Banner, you need to come see this.” Ivy had appeared in the waiting area. There was blood on her scrubs and just seeing it made Bucky sick.

“I’ll be back as soon as I have something.”

Bruce rushed off with Ivy leading the way. The waiting room was quiet.

Your heart finally stayed at a steady rhythm. Bruce instructed one of the nurses to take some blood before trying to get any type of scans or x-rays done to finally try and figure out what was going on. Nothing made sense, there was no way for you to not realize you had been shot or something while out on the field. Bruce assumed you most likely didn’t realize something had happened until you started to get undressed.

“Dr. banner.” One of the nurses raises the vial of blood she’d just drawn so that Bruce could look at it.

“What on earth?”

Bruce grabbed the vial and flipped it back and forth but the blood was coagulated. That was extremely odd and he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Get this down to the lab and tell them anything I send from now on is a high priority.”

He turned around with the intention of doing another physical examination of the wound when he saw your eyes flutter open. Bruce got closer just as you started to try and move. Your eyes moved back and forth frantically as you tried to find something or someone you recognize. There wasn’t much you could see because you had a breathing tube in your mouth and your muscles were so tense. Bruce takes your hand and leans over so that you can see him.

“Hey, I need you to calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself. You’ve been in the medbay all day and we’re trying to figure out what’s wrong. Squeeze my hand once for yes and two for no. Do you understand?”

You squeeze his hand once.

“Good. Did someone kick you in the ribs?”

One hand squeeze.

“When you were in the field did you get shot, stabbed or injected with something?”

You squeezed his hand twice. He asked a few questions that felt irrelevant.

“Do you think something could have bit you?”

You squeeze twice. You were starting to get frustrated.

“I know you hate this,” he gives you one of his sad smiles. “I need you to fight for me ok. Everyone is outside waiting to hear some good news so we can’t give up. It’s just you and me ok. Just us working together to figure it out like we always do.”

You close your eyes for a moment as a few tears make their way down your temples. In that moment your chest feels tight and your grip on Bruce’s hand tightens. One of the monitors starts beeping erratically.

“Shit. Y/N stay with me ok. Try to stay calm. I need you to stay with me, please. I can’t do this without you.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you begin to seize. The team around you moves quickly to try and stabilize you again.

After a few minutes of working together and giving you some medication, which was risky because they weren’t sure what was going on, you were finally back to stable reading for your vitals.

Bruce excuses himself for a moment and heads into his lab. It had been a long time since he had felt so helpless. As soon as the doors closed a guttural frustrated scream rips from his throat. Green creeps up from his neck up to his face while his clothes start to tear. He did his best to get his emotions under control before something worse happened. The last thing anyone needed was for him to hulk out when he was needed. Once Bruce calmed down he rushed over to his workstation and he began to type.

“Ok if Y/N were here what would she start with?” He mutters to himself under his breath.

He goes through the checklist you created for yourself when someone on the team is injured. Bruce had heard it countless times, especially when the injury wasn’t obvious. He keeps going over what he knows. Friday informs him he’s needed back in your room and he rushes out in hopes that the blood tests are back and that he can fix this.

Time seemed to drag on. Bucky had zoned out a bit until he heard Lottie calling out for you. When he looked over she was looking up at Steve. She kept pointing in the direction Bruce had gone in and her bottom lip wobbled.

“Mama?” She whispered before she started to cry silently.

Bucky, Steve and Henry were the only ones that could hear the chaos erupt in your room down the hall. Again they were struggling to keep you breathing.

“Let’s take the kids out for a walk.” Steve tells Bucky.

“You take them. I want to be here just in case something happens.”

“I’ll go with you.” Wanda offered and she quickly stood and took Lottie from Steve. Henry was more reluctant but with Bucky’s approval he walked out.

Bucky threw his head back and closed his eyes. The rest of the team talked amongst themselves and he wasn’t sure why but it was making him anxious. He kept replaying his morning over and over again trying to figure out if he had missed something. Maybe if he had noticed sooner you wouldn’t be fighting for your life.

Hours had gone by, the sun had already set and still there was no news. The team had taken turns in watching the kids away from the waiting room. Steve had brought Bucky water and anything he needed but Bucky couldn’t be bothered. Now most of the team was back except for Vision who had volunteered to stay with the kids while they slept.

Bruce walked out after being in your room for hours and it was the first time Bucky moved from his chair.

“Please tell me you have something.” Bucky begged. Panic in his voice and on his face.

“We need to do a blood transfusion. All we know is that her symptoms are similar to that of someone who has come in contact with something poisonous.”

“That’s all you have? It’s been hours and you have nothing?”

“Buck. I need you to calm down.”

“Calm down? You should be saving her life.” Bucky was yelling now. His face was red with anger as he stared Bruce down. Sam moved to hold him back.

“Steve, I need you to come with me please.”

Bruce was unfazed by the outburst. He knew everyone was stressed out because of the situation. He could even understand Bucky’s frustration but getting mad at him wouldn’t help the situation. Steve looks over at Bucky before he starts to move.

“What is happening to her? Why do you need Steve?” Bucky asks before either man can walk away.

“I’m not sure. From the blood test we were able to do it seems like she was injected with some kind of toxin. It’s synthetic in nature so we can rule out that something bit her. I think she was injected with the toxin but I can’t figure out why the symptoms occurred after she got here and not at the moment. I don’t know how to cure her except for one thing and I’m not sure how effective it will be.”

“What is it?”

“Y/N and Steve have the same blood type. I was hoping that by giving her a transfusion that-“

“The serum might cure her. Do you think it’s actually possible?” Nat stood up and moved next to Bucky.

“I hope it could at least buy us some time so that we can create a cure or remove the toxin out of her system. I’m not even sure if it will work but either way she has lost some blood so the transfusion is necessary.”

“Then we shouldn’t wait any longer.” Steve says. His eyes connect with Bucky’s and he gives him a reassuring smile before following Bruce.

Steve sat next to the hospital bed you were in. He was a mess the moment Bucky had said you were being taken down to the medbay. Of course he had to push down those feelings, Bucky and the kids needed him. He knew you’d want him to be there for them so he did that. It helped to stay focused on the kids. Time seemed to move faster that way except for when they asked for you and Steve didn’t have an answer.

Bruce had personally overseen the procedure and the machines monitoring you started to not only show that you were just above stable but that your health was rapidly increasing. Steve hoped it worked because he wasn’t sure what would happen if you didn’t make it. He leaned forward and took your hand in both of his.

“You gotta fight whatever this is. I can’t lose you now.” He whispered as he sniffled lightly. “Let’s see, the kids are ok. Henry really wants you to wake up so that he can give you his surprise. Charlotte has been very quiet though. She didn’t even want to wear her Belle dress. Bucky is trying to put on a brave face but I think he’s about to lose it. So come on Magnet, you gotta pull through.”

There’s a little tap on his hand, then another and another and Steve laughs. It had been your idea after going on a couple of missions with him that he teach you Morse code. You said it would be good to have another way of communicating just in case but really it was to talk shit about the other agents that had been sent on a mission with you both. It seemed like it came in handy now though. All you managed to say was don’t, because you hated that nickname.

“If I would have known all it took was calling you Magnet, I would have done it hours ago.” He says as he looks up at you and your eyes are open but you couldn’t turn to look at him.

You tap on his fingers again and he grins at you when he realizes you’re calling him an ass. He gave your hand a kiss and then stood and gave you a kiss to the forehead before telling you he would be right back. After another moment Bruce walked in along with Steve. You lifted your hand and Steve took it so that you could tap a message and he could talk for you.

“She wants you to take out the breathing tube.” Steve said after a minute.

“We can do that but I want to do a quick check first. Just to make sure you won’t need it anymore.”

He went over every physical test he had done and did them again and compared results. “Everything is looking good but we still need to do some scans of the injured area.”

Your finger moved against Steve’s palm with lightning speed.

“She wants to know why you haven’t done scans already and what happened.”

“You kept crashing. We’ve been working nonstop to get you stable. This is only the second time you’ve been fully conscious since you got down here. But let’s make you more comfortable.”

Bruce called a nurse and she helped remove the breathing tube. You coughed and took a deep breath.

“You know if you wanted a vacation all you had to do was ask.” Steve quips and you roll your eyes but smile.

Bruce walks over to the other side of the bed and hands you a cup of water. You took small sips grateful for the cool liquid soothing your very dry throat.

“Bucky?” Your voice was incredibly hoarse and you coughed after only saying one word.

“I’ll get a quick scan done of the area and you can go get him.” Bruce told Steve and he nodded before leaving the room.

“You gave us quite the scare but I’m glad you’re ok.”

“I never—“ you coughed again. “Noticed anything until—“ you take a deep breath. “I took off my top.”

“I figured as much.” Bruce said as you were taken into the room where the scannings were done.

Once you were done you were taken to a clean room and the nurses helped to get you cleaned up. Bucky rushes in just as you sat up in bed. He stood there just staring at you, his eyes full of unshed tears and distant as if he couldn’t believe you were looking back at him.

“Buck, babe?” Your still raspy voice filled the room.

And just like that could breathe again as he rushed to your side. Bucky cupped your face gently, his tears stained your cheeks as he peppered kisses all over them. He pulled you into his chest once he sat down at the edge of the bed. The floodgates opened now that he knew you were awake and he couldn’t control it. You move your hand up and down as you try to soothe him.

“I-I thought I lost you.” He said through stuttered breaths. “God, I don’t know what I’d do if that happened.”

“I’m ok my love.” You whispered.

“I know. I do really but this has all felt like a nightmare. Worse than anything hydra could ever do to me.”

“Hydra was horrible to you. How could you say that?” You pulled back and stared at him wide eyed.

“Sugar, everything I’ve ever wanted I found it with you. If I lost you I don’t think I’d have a reason to live. You’d take my heart with you.”

You opened your mouth to reply but Bucky cut you off with a desperate kiss. Someone cleared their throat at the door and you pulled apart. The whole team was there.

“Eewwww mom and dad were kissing.” Clint says with a smile, causing the others to chuckle.

“I’m sorry for interrupting the reunion but I think I found the issue.”

“Wait, if you didn’t know what the issue was, why am I getting better?” You looked at Bruce.

“Well, you lost some blood and we needed to do a transfusion and since you and Steve are the same type…”

“So what am I like a super soldier now? Because I don’t feel all that super.”

“I’m still not sure how much the serum might affect you but for now it’s doing the most important part which is healing you and that’s all we care about.” Bruce walked to stand by your bed.

“I think I need oxygen. It’s a bit hard to breathe.”

“Let me set that up.”

Bruce moves around and sets up everything you’d need before handing you the nasal cannula so that you can fix it how you like.

“Better.”

“Good. So I did a multi angle scan to try and figure out what created the puncture wound.” Bruce said as he pulled up the image. “You can see why I thought you had been shot. The wound is circular but your rib stopped it from going further. Here you can see the crack in the bone from whatever was used to insert something like this…” he taps the keyboard a few times and a picture of some type of capsule pops up. “What I’m thinking happened was when you were on the mission you were stabbed with some kind of syringe that delivered this capsule. But then you were kicked in the same area so you thought the pain you were feeling was from the kick not this.”

“It’s probable but if that’s the case why didn’t the capsule dissolve the minute it was injected.”

“Well what I think happened was that since you had your uniform on it kept everything compressed including the capsule. The moment you took off your Kevlar it popped. I think you were lucky that the capsule didn’t get pushed into your lungs, it would have been game over in an instant.”

“This is lucky?” Bucky gritted out. He was still very tense by the thought of almost losing you.

“Very lucky. I could have dropped dead during the mission.”

Bucky was still so upset, his pout reminded you of Charlotte’s and it was hard not to tell him how cute he looked.

“We have at least bought ourselves some time to create an antitoxin to help your body fight, unless the serum does that first. I already started a search for cases around the world that presented with similar symptoms to see if anyone else was targeted.”

“Thank you Bruce, for everything.” You smile at him. He just nods and excuses himself and Tony follows.

The rest of the team comes in quickly giving you hugs and promising to come by the next day to check up on you. Once they’re gone, Bucky moves to lay down with you on the bed. You move over to give him some room and then lay your head on his chest.

“You should go get some rest.” You tell him after some time of just holding each other.

“I can get some rest right here.”

“Baby, you’ll be uncomfortable. Just go get some rest and bring me the kids in the morning.”

“But what if something happens during the night and I’m not here?”

“Nothings going to happen. I already feel so much better. I just want you to take care of yourself too. I won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re not comfortable, baby please go get some sleep.”

Bucky wanted to argue, he really did but he could see how tired you were too and decided against it.

“Fine, but I’m telling the nurses to call me asap if you even sneeze.”

“I love you.” You smile.

“I love you more.”

Bucky gets up from the bed and kisses you before reluctantly walking out of the room.

Henry woke up when he heard his father thanking Vision for staying with him and Lottie. The door to his room opens up and closes just as quickly since it was empty. Then he hears the door to Lottie’s room open. Even though his room was already done, there was sometimes where he still liked to stay close to his sister. With everything going on Lottie had been unusually quiet. She didn’t want to play and she held on tightly to anyone who would hold her. Bucky made his way to the bed both kids were sharing and first kissed Lottie’s forehead and then Henry’s. He couldn’t resist and turned to look at his father.

“Hey bubba, mama woke up and she’s feeling much better.” He smiles warmly at his son.

“Can I see her?”

“Tomorrow, we need to get some rest and then I’ll take you down to see her.”

“Ok.” Henry said with a pout.

“Sweet dreams Henry, I love you bubs.”

“I love you daddy.”

Bucky cleared his throat and walked out leaving the door ajar. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold in the overwhelming emotion of having Henry say those three words back.

Henry couldn’t get back to sleep, he was way too excited to know that you were better. He laid there next to his sister and waited. It was a while before he heard his father start to snore lightly. Henry got out of bed and grabbed his teddy bear and sneaked out of the apartment. He used his invisibility to roam the halls of the compound. It took him a few tries but he found the waiting room everyone had been in and from there he headed toward the rooms.

All of them were empty except one and he stuck his head in to see if you really were there. He found you sitting back on the bed with your head tilted up. Henry wasn’t sure if you were awake or not so he walked in, staying as quiet as possible so as to not bother you or not get caught.

He held his teddy bear close to his chest with both hands as he looked up at you. You had your eyes closed and he sighed. Henry really just wanted to spend some time with you. Without any other options Henry sat in the only chair available in the room after pulling it closer to your bed.

You opened your eyes and looked at the small sound of the chair being shifted. For a moment you thought you were hearing things but then you realized the chair was closer. A smile forms on your lips.

“Hi sweet boy. Are you going to let me see you?” You say softly. Henry appears before you.

There was a bit of fear in his eyes and you were sure it was to do with the thought of being punished.

“I’ve missed you. Will you lay down with me?”

“Can I really?”

“Yeah. I’d really like a hug.”

Henry smiles at you and stands on the chair in order to get on the bed. He was dressed in his favorite dinosaur pajamas, dinosaur feet slippers included. He looked so cute and comfy. Henry was careful, he always was but now even more so. He made sure to get on the side you hadn’t been hurt on and when he laid down he did it softly.

“Are you feeling better mama?”

“Yes, and now even better since you came to see me.” You smile at him. “Does your dad know you’re down here?”

“No.” He whispered after a minute.

“We should let him know.”

“But he was sleeping when I left.”

You sigh because that’s exactly what you wanted him to do.

“Ok, we’ll just make sure to let him know tomorrow morning.”

“Night mama.”

“Good night my sweet boy.”

Bucky was going into full panic mode when he couldn’t find Henry early the next day. It wasn’t until Friday informed him that he was with you that he calmed down enough to grab Lottie and head for the medbay. Both of them were still in pajamas.

When he got there Henry was still asleep by your side and the smile you gifted him was enough to melt any remaining fear away.

“Mama!” Lottie made grabby hands at you as her eyes lit up.

Bucky set her down on your other side and she laid her hair down on your shoulder while her arm wrapped around your neck. Henry began to wake up and his eyes went wide when he saw Bucky. He looked up at you for help.

“Henry we’ll have to talk about you leaving like that but we’ll do it later. You’re not in trouble for this but you can’t do that again, ok?”

He nods and looks down at his hands.

“Do you want to give mama your surprise?”

He nodded and told you to close your eyes while Bucky gave him whatever it was that he wanted to give you.

“Open mama.”

Henry held up a small canvas that was obviously made by him and he looked so happy. There were a bunch of flowers on it and you were certain they were done with finger paint.

“Do you like it mama?”

“Like it? I love it.” You took it in your free hand.

“Uncle Steve said girls like getting flowers so I painted some so you can have them forever.” He beams when he tells you this little piece of information and it makes you tear up.

“You are so sweet. I love you so much sweet boy.”

“I love you mama.”

Henry’s words have you crying. It’s an overwhelming amount of emotions. Your arms wrapped around both Lottie and Henry as you held them as close as possible.

“I love you.” You say as you look at Bucky.

“I love you more.”

Bucky joined the hug too. He held his whole world in his arms and he had never been so scared of losing something as he was now. He never had doubts about how much he loved you before but almost losing you made him realize that he needed to fight harder to keep you safe. To show you just how much he loved you and that he’d do anything for you and the kids.

The first thing he’d do would be to take Henry to Wakanda and the second would be to track down the son of a bitch who almost stole you from him.

But for right now he’d just enjoy having his family by his side.

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not-another-robin · 2 years

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Miscellaneous Alfred Pennyworth headcanons because he is immortal and you can't tell me otherwise

Alfred HATES musicals. Hates them. Especially Broadway, do not get him started on Andrew Lloyd Webber. He has a vendetta against the man not only because he thinks mega musicals are cheap schlock, but also for RUINING his son for a good 4 months after Phantom of the Opera came out. That shit was Bruce's MCR. he's skulking through the manner in a blanket cape with dark eyeliner playing the title song at deafening volume. Harvey enables him for months just to get on Alfred's nerves. Besides that, the batfam insists he doesn't like musicals as a genre because he can't sing. They are correct.

In my heart of hearts, Alfred was the OG 'finders keepers applies to wayward children'. When Bruce started working with other heros Alfred started checking in on them regularly, especially the ones who were far from home or lost their families. It's not uncommon to see Hawkgirl or Diana or J'onn at the manor when they're feeling homesick.

If a league member has at least one parent that's able to be contacted, said parent is invited to monthly get togethers with the rest of the league parents. They have a little club to talk about their kids. Okay it's more of a support group

If someone needs to be looked after due to sickness or injury and the league can't spare a team mate to do it, they're brought to the manor. Its no secret that most hope for this outcome.

It's a running joke that everyone, everyone gives Alfred a gift on fathers day.

One such Father's day the teen titans made "if lost return to Alfred Pennyworth" shirts for every batfriend (somewhere around 20+ people when alls said and done). They have a big group photo with them all, Alfred in the middle with a shirt that says "keep them".

Alfred watches soap operas regularly, and has seen every episode of Dynasty to date. Where he finds the time nobody knows, but he is knowledgeable on all the TV drama within the shows and behind the scenes. He has pretty ecclectic taste too, given he speaks a couple languages.

One time, while deliriously sick, Jason found him watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. All of the batkids insist this was some fever induced hallucination. They are wrong.

Alfred is a world class pot stirrer. There is so little of substance at the myriad of galas he has to attend that he makes his own fun, sue him. It's a leftover pass time from Martha's days - people were objectively cruel to her and gossipped at her expense often, so she returned it in kind. She was truly a legend in this regard and Alfred was her right hand man. They were experts at sewing seeds of doubt with a single comment ("Oh I'm so sorry sir, I assumed the woman over there was your wife") and watch the world burn, wine in hand. He missed having a partner in crime in that regard - eventually, Jason and Steph fill that role.

Bruce and Alfred have been locked in a decades long battle for Bruce's posture. He will go into shrimp position if given any opening and Alfred is determined to not let that happen. Idk if anyone else's parents did this, but Alfred is absolutely the type of parent to poke/push the small of your back until you sit up straight. He also does this for every batkid, even unofficial ones. Tragically it is too late for Tim.

Both Alfred and Bruce are fond of pen pals, though Alfred kept his up for much longer. He writes letters to his few friends back in England, to the Kents, various heros, he even manages to get mail to Themyscira.

To anyone under the age of fifty (excluding Bruce, maybe) his natural handwriting is completely illegible. Peak old person cursive, it is supernatural how his friends manage to read it. He writes very neat and very small, with very little space in between the lines. Its nightmarish. He does know how to write legibly for the sake of the kids, but his personal notes are practically in code.

Okay this one's a little out there - Alfred's posh accent isn't his natural one. It's natural now, since he's been using it so long, but growing up him and his family spoke in a more country/cockney accent - except for his mom, who had the more posh recieved pronunciation one. I've rewritten Alfred's entire backstory so bear with me She was the head housekeeper for a wealthy family, and she came from a more 'refined' area, so she carried herself with the more stereotypical fancy British manners. Alfred loved his mom, looked up to her more than anything in the world, so he adopted her mannerisms (and accent) whenever he could. He was teased mercilessly for it as a kid, so he stopped, but once he left home to join the military he fully adopted the persona to distance himself from his father and brother. The only time the original accent would slip through was when he was really, blindingly angry or upset, and only Bruce and Dick have ever heard it.

He has a flat within the manor, like a little apartment for his own space. It's initially sparsely decorated, but over the years it accumulates a borderline absurd amount of photos. Some of them are of him, mostly military friends, him with Martha and Thomas, or souvenirs from his theater days. The vast majority are his kids though. Pictures of Bruce from every stage of his life of course (the kids have a field day when they find them) and a smattering of pictures Bruce has drawn for him over the years, from crayon scribbles to charcoal portraits. The halls are lined with photos of the grandbats, many big milestones but also personal ones caught on candid camera: the first time Damian smiled while being hugged, Cassandra and Bruce playing bridge, Dick and Jason asleep after their first mission. On the wall at the end of the hallway hangs the old family portrait - Martha, Thomas, 6 year old Bruce, and him. Though he's not particularly spiritual, it's placement makes him feel like Martha and Thomas can see how their family has grown.

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legodamianwayne · 8 months

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BATMAN AND ROBIN 2023 #1 (Take 6 (yes))

(im not writing this as i go since ive already read the issue before. ill also be mentioning gotham war since this takes place during it (just a warning for spoilers!))

i just noticed the bat and robin on the cover! so cute

OH........(just noticed this too) that doesn't look good

look at them goofing off n having fun

this is cute but the way bruce acts here and in gotham war is so jarring its kinda funny

bruce in batman #137: can't stand my fake ass family

bruce in b&r: me and my son damian 🤗

bruce is in his "local dilf in the area" era rn

damian having talia's mannerism that bruce noticed is so <3

and here its confirmed that this takes place during gotham war. not sure how to feel about that

STILL INSANE OVER THIS baby first self insert fanfic

damian went from drawing hyper realistic gore vent art to anime eyes in the corner

i think it'd be fun if we see damian write more as the story goes on. like him daydreaming n doodling in class

wonder if theres any meaning with damian putting talia as a hero n bruce as a criminal here...or maybe its just a "totally original character do not steal" thing

you dont say bruce 🙄

"the last few years"?? pretty sure the events shown there all happened not even in 2 years since damian turned 14 around the start of the lazarus tournament

also why are alfred n talia not shown there? alfred's death has huge impact on damian (he literally hallucinated him) n talia was there as much as ra's

i dont like how damian looks here but that white connor should be a crime

"thats enough emotions for tonight father" [slams door]

i wonder why damian is staying with bruce tho (outside of making this book exist) didn't bruce n talia had a custody battle moment™ n damian's like "nah i have my own life (is literally 14)"

HELL YEAH MY BOY CAN COOK

he's quoting alfred ohhh im gonna sob

this is kinda embarrassing for bruce...like ur son is finally living with you again n he's the one up early cooking?? sir u better step up

aw he's making tea the way alfred did

*squints* did bruce get his hand back? thats a pretty normal looking hand to me

did damian's comment on it in batman #137 made bruce think "shit i cant give damian any ideas of getting a robot hand" n he just. magically grow it back

[GLASS SHATTERING SOUND]

gotham...heights? n. not gotham academy? no maps? no damian joining her dnd team?? no detective club finally hanging out with damian??

ik damian got expelled from gotham academy BUT. WHY

okay? whats the point if he's not going to the same school that his friend went to?

interesting how damian fantasize for a normal life in robin 2021 (with him liking the mundanity of shoujo manga) n now that bruce is offering him that he's rejecting it (or maybe he just rly don't like school which is. fair enough)

wellll just cuz we're not getting maps n the detective club doesn't mean damian's other friends arent showing up right? RIGHT? (maya plz come home)

THE ROBIN MOBILEEE it looks so ridiculous i love it

HOLD ON. DOES THIS CAR HAVE NO SEAT BELTS?? BRUCE UR LETTING THIS SLIDE?

ik that thing is rly loud too damian waking up the whole neighborhood here

not rumors abt the batfam fighting getting spread around?? this is so embarrassing omg

am i the only one getting gotham academy flashbacks here? with killer croc n the trio with the fox shark n bird masks

they're very comfortable with calling eachother father n son while in suits huh. ig everyone in gotham knows that batman is a dilf (who's beefing with his adult children) now

not much to say abt the rest: bruce got shot with something n now bats are attacking him

end thoughts: i hope with all the focus on animals here means that we're getting damian's pets back soon n that gotham war wont affect this book much since i rly want to see damian interact with his siblings again. also is it just me or does the day scenes looks very bright? saturated? it kinda hurts for me to read idk. the night scenes r pretty tho

next issue is damian's first day on his new school that is not gotham academy but im still excited for it! (coping)

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quandaryqueen · 1 year

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Think of me fondly

Batman unburied Riddler X Reader

Batman's sidekick find themself spilling like a dam in front of the Riddler.

Just a lil drabble, sitting in my drafts for far too long.

Batman is going to kill me.

You re-emerge from Gotham river with a gasp and an unconscious cane-twirling, riddle-loving crook in your arms. Pulling yourself into the threshold of the docks along with the man, you felt a shiver hit your skin... That's when you realised you've also lost your mask from the escape.

He's going to really kill me...

After disobeying him and running after the Riddler alone, whilst an ongoing shoot out with ricocheting bullets and a crowd of goons, you have now find yourself fucked. Not following orders from Batman is one thing, but not following orders from Batman when he's really angry? It gave out corporal disciplinary actions from parents vibes, you might as well be dead to him after this. It felt dumb, because you were no longer a child.

You were already under scrutiny after breaking a goon's collarbone that one night. You didn't mean to, it was just that he pointed and shot at Batman, what other choice did you have? Not only that, you were dosed with the fear toxin prior to that encounter.

The antidote did its work to pull you out of the hallucinations induced by the Scarecrow's recent concoction, but it left a dent in your mind. The things you've seen during those suffocating moments, you remember wanting to take a plunge at the building you were on.

All this cape-twirling, cable-swinging, building-jumpings, crime-fightings... Its effect on the body and mind you see in Bruce, you were scared he was going to die and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You didn't have to break the lackey's collarbone when he shot at Bruce, but you were scared that he would hit him, kill him.

Huh... Now you see why Alfred insists you take psychological evaluation. Maybe you aren't in stable state of mind to be doing this right now.

In your arms is an unconscious Edward Nygma, whom you have dove in an active bullet crossfire in between his men in green, the police and Penguin's men, who have held him captive for double-crossing them... Something Batman had barked at you not to do and yet you did, hence why you're a dripping mess and in possession of a Riddleman.

"Hey," you pat Riddler's cheek to wake him up. You pat him again. Nope, not even a twitch. You repeat the process, barely holding back the smack that had his eyes shooting up.

"OW!" He whines, rubbing his reddened cheek. "What the hell is that for?!"

"To know if I will be bothered to perform CPR."

The Riddler's jaw-dropped at the audacity. "You know you could have just listened to my breathing, right?" And besides, CPR is an outdated practice.

"Whatever, you're awake. I'm taking you to Commissioner Gordon--" wait... Fuck.

In a desperate attempt to cover up any semblance of your identity, you threw your cape over your head.

I am so dead.

"Oh honey, as if I didn't see your face up close already. Give it up." You can practically hear the eyeroll from his tone. "And besides, I don't even know you. You're not that interesting under the cowl."

Before you can ponder about that, he then asks,

"How old are you, by the way?"

You furrowed your brows at him. Why the hell does he wanna know?

He rolls his eyes after reading your way expression. "I'm not trying to figure out what your identity is, I'm just genuinely curious." You told him. "Huh... Younger than I thought. Tell me, is Batman really employing children?"

"You and I are the same age!" You unintentionally snapped, leading you to slack out of guilt.

God, how would you know if he wouldn't tell on you?

"You wouldn't tell... Would you?" You were fearful to meet his gaze. This aren't the types of questions you can just ask, it felt humiliating more than ever. It was obvious that--

"No. That wouldn't be as interesting. In fact, I find it insulting that your idiocy had outed you when I could have found it out myself, now that would be satisfaction at its finest-- but it wouldn't particularly benefit me, these games aren't so exciting anymore when the mystique of the mask is lifted and revealed...." He continues on and on about it and all you could do was to stare at him with squinted eyes. "Besides, it feels anticlimactic to find that the little brat following Batman around isn't as interesting as he is, I mean, no offense but I don't really see your face anywhere, unlike your big papa Bruce Wayne--"

"What?" For the first time, you looked up at him with wide eyes.

Edward laughs at your expression, oh how priceless. You think that he wouldn't have Batman's identity figured out when he was practically everywhere?

"See, this is why I didn't recognise you at all, you are a nobody without the mask, as to Bruce Wayne....."

He goes off the tangent again, as you discreetly reach for a throwing knife in your utility belt. He knows of Bruce's identity, that can't be good. He can very easily do something about that intel that will ruin the Batman... And you can't have that.

".... Now it wouldn't be fun if the others knew, now would it?"

He wouldn't tell? At all?

His statement had you slowly retracting the blade in your belt, all the while, he continues rambling, which only sounded nothing but gibberish to you. Your own thoughts were racing and you couldn't keep up with them, nor Edward's declarations.

Though, you managed to croak out, "How long have you--?"

"Since the first encounter. It was easy, really. Especially when you have abundance of time and been reading the same magazine in Arkham." Edward looks over you, finding you stiff and staring a hole to your shoes, figure still dripping from the dive.

What could you possibly thinking, surely you weren't hurt at the fact that he called you a nobody... Right? He's not the type to usually apologize for his bluntness not did he recognise the fact that he was hurtful with his words, but your expression had him feeling sorry for you and he was confused about it. Maybe it's the fact that he sees a person underneath the cowl instead of the obnoxious little tag-along he perceives them to be. He never saw H/N's face flush and eyes dulled and down, the ever-so persistent fist thrower slumped, hugging their knees to their chest like a little kid.

This person (who claims to be his age) who had dove head-first to an active shooting grounds, kidnap him from his kidnappers and swam to get away from it all... Saved his life, he begrudgingly supposes.

"You're not... Sad because I called you a nobody... Right?" It's ridiculous because he has called you worse during regular battles. He has picked up a thing or two from locker room talk during high school.

"No?" You squinted at him. "I've heard worse." And why would he be concerned all the sudden?

"Then what's wrong? Aren't you gonna take me to Commissioner Gordon?"

"I'll... Just stay here for a bit..."

Before Edward can respond, you clipped a handcuff on his wrist and cuffed the other on yours. Just a guarantee he won't escape as you take a break from everything, Edward wasn't pleased at all.

"It's just that... I wish everything would come to a halt for a moment, you know? Everything is so... Fast paced and eventful and it's tiring," you disregard Edward and his complaints whilst he tries to find his way around the handcuffs, tugging and picking at it, as you resign yourself to sigh and stare idly at the rushing waters from the dockyard. "It's... Vigilante life for ya. I live to save lives of others. But sometimes I can't save myself.

"Just yesterday, Batman... I guess you now know him as Bruce, was almost killed if I didn't intervened and because of that, I almost killed someone. Then the day before that, I almost died of overdose from Scarecrow's fear gas and I don't know, it messed me up... Increased some brain chemicals, so I guess I have some sort of imbalance. And just... Everything is so overwhelming."

At this point, Edward had stopped trying to tug his wrist out of the cuff. Instead, he just stares at you with a glare. Jesus fucking damn it, there you are unloading emotional luggage while dripping wet, in a cold, windy night. For once he was surprised with himself in how he can keep his mouth shut for this while. He would have taken over, but he listened somehow. Even when you stopped speaking, he didn't try to fill the silence with some babbling. He noticed how relieved you are to be soaking in some sense of tranquility for once, as you closed your eyes and feel the cold air nip against your wet skin.

He supposes he has gone soft for the Bat's sidekick, the annoying little thing. He liked getting to fight you, how you were quick on your feet, on your wit, how sharp you are. He fucking hates it, but he will admit that you're smart enough to resort to simple means to defeat him and his riddles instead of standing around to listen to his villain monologue. He hates you... But he is also fond of you.

Well fuck, he may be an asshole but he's an asshole with a heart.

"I'm not even supposed to be here right now. Bruce told me to lay low for a while..." So imagine just how much you were piling on against him. "I didn't listen, clearly and now I'm unloading emotional baggage on some guy who saw my face for the first time."

"Gotham's hero, lady's and gentlemen," he dryly remarks. But he supposes not all heroes wear capes, this hero happens to be keeping the lid of their sanity as tight as a jar of pickles, not all of them are models of mental health. Why would anyone take a look at the Batman and his sidekick and go, 'ah yes, these two are definitely sane.'

Oh and the nerve of you to call him "some guy", he is clearly more than that he always makes sure... But he didn't speak of it. A part of him wants to keep you talking, or at least, keep you. With his usual antics of speaking up, he knows it would snap you out of whatever reverie you are in and wheel his ass back in Arkham and so he kept his usual self at below the average.

You sighed. "Did you know how much of life I missed? Loved ones birthdays, important events that they're mad at me, favourite bands and artists' concerts, all that— my own birthdays... I don't want to say it out loud because I know Bruce had it worst and I don't want to seem... I don't want to come across as... I..." You struggled to put it into words, the dread of these words that were locked away bursts your thoughts and made its way pass your lips, you'd think you would be shun with thinking such a thing. "I don't know... That I'm not loving the hero life?"

Though half-baked, it finally felt good to let it out. Not only that, you weren't greeted with the sight of the disgust you were envisioning in your head, the reason why you often brushed these thoughts aside. Edward only sat attentive and understanding, he can't blame you for feeling that way at all.

"There's nothing wrong to feel that way."

"You really think so?" You find yourself stunned that Edward "The Riddler" Nygma would get you of all people, let alone, for him to be the first person you'd confide in about the long-held thought.

He nodded in response. You clearly need a friend who understands you.

You sink at the feeling of relief. In hindsight, you just made a friend out of one of Gotham's rogues. Taking a breather, you unlocked your cuffs and stood.

"Right. I've talked your ear off," you pocket the handcuffs and took a communication device from your belt. Pressing a few buttons, static emits from this device and Edward braces himself.

"Where are you?" A deep voice from the comm link rumbles from your very core. You didn't know whether you shivered from the cold, Gotham air and the wetness of your form or the mere effect of Bruce.

You cleared your throat. "The docks. I lost him."

Edward's eyes widened. Ohohoho, really now?

"Stay there."

With that, the link ended and you untense in relief. Turning over Edward, you gave him a look.

"Not a word. I'm letting you go," That should make you equal. "Stay out of trouble."

He scoffs. Does he look like he'd abide by that? But then again, laying low for awhile is a plan.

"Toodles~!" He skips off.

After his departure, you were anticipating the feeling of regret to creep in... It didn't. Instead, you were looking forward to seeing him again. Just what was that encounter was something you could have never ever foreseen, but then again, he is an Enigma.

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #batman unburied riddler x reader #batman unburied

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this-is-all-unreal · 10 months

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My Dear Friend

Part 13

Masterlist

Warnings: Gore, horror elements, mentions of injury.

I was having more hallucinations than normal. It's not a great sign after a head injury but I was scared to say anything. Dick was running himself ragged since Bruce was still away. Tim was very busy hanging out with this new guy and Jason was well Jason.

Felix seemed to be acting normal and I'd imagine if something was wrong with my head he would be the first to know. All the same I hated having the stitches. Sometimes when I moved my head I could feel the skin pull and worst of all when I brush my hair I can feel the bristles of the brush hit against them. It's caused me to not brush my hair all together.

Dick and I have elected to keep the head injury between us. He was scared Bruce wouldn't trust him anymore and I was scared he'd make me go to the hospital.

Jason hasn't really been out of his room since the run in with Joker and I couldn't really blame him if I missed my opportunity to catch the man who killed me. I'd be pretty upset too. He wasn't coming down to eat, he only left his room for patrol which he went out every night all night for. so I decided to bring him his food which Felix wasn't happy about.

"Just let him sulk. Oh boohoo I let the Joker get away boohoohoo."

"Don't make fun of him like that he's upset. You would be too."

"I wouldn't have had this problem. Joker would have been long dead if he tried to kill me."

"Yeah? He was trying to kill you. Why didn't you kill him then, tough guy?"

"Shut up that's why. I'm going to go see what's on TV. You have fun with baby-cries-alot." Felix could be so mean. I had the tray full of food all ready and I brought it up. I didn't hear anything from inside his room so I just knocked.

"Come in." I was surprised he was wanting company. I thought he'd tell me to leave but I wasn't going to waste my rare chance to see his room. I opened the door. His room was dark, all the curtains closed and only a dim desk light on. I thought maybe I woke him up but instead he was doing chin-ups. He was drenched in sweat. I felt embarrassed seeing him shirtless. It was different with Tim in the pool; Tim is still a boy and thin. I don't think I have ever been in a room with a shirtless man. I was thankful for the dim lighting now.

"I brought you some food. I hadn't seen you in the dining room.

"Yeah I have been eating on patrol." He said as he hops down from his pull up bar and uses a towel to dry his face. "Is that all you needed?" He asked as he took the tray from my hands. I didn't think he was attractive. The thought made me uneasy, maybe even sick so I wasn't sure why I was blushing.

"No, I also wanted to make sure you are okay. It's been a day and a half and you haven't left your room." Now that I say it out loud it doesn't sound like that much time but normally he'd be down in the living room reading or in the gym or library. There were a few places you could find him at the Manor. He chuckled,

"Just coming straight out with huh? Not very subtle of you. Did Dick put you up to this?"

"No, not at all. I was worried and Felix hasn't said so himself but I know he's sorry."

"Relax, I'm not mad at your imaginary friend." He started to pick some of the food off the plate and eat it.

"Who are you mad at? When I'm mad I try to avoid people too." He grinned for about half a second then let it fall.

"I'm mad at myself, kid. I let him get away and he crawled back into one of his holes. I'm gonna get him though. Whether Bruce likes it or not I'm gonna kill that clown." He said as he looked down at the food penitently. I wasn't sure what to say to that so I just nodded.

"Maybe you should skip going out tonight. Just stay in and read." I recommended. He shook his head no as he picked at the food some more.

"You know I can't do that. I'm gonna get him. If it's the last thing I do." He said matter of factly.

The poorly lit room made my hallucinations worse. My mind making shapes in the darkness. My eye was caught by a creepy looking old man in the corner. I knew logically Jason wouldn't have anyone in here and I don't think he knew any old men other than Alfred. The man in the corner just looked at me with an eerie smile. I did my best to ignore it.

"Want to go somewhere? Do something?" I ask pulling my focus back to Jason.

"You don't have to try and cheer me up. You hate leaving the Manor anyways." He wasn't wrong. As chaotic as it could get inside these walls the outside was much worse.

"No, come on. Take a shower and let's go see a movie or something." I was kicking myself. A movie sounded particularly bad. Alot of people in a dark room with loud sounds all over. But it seemed to peak his interest.

"You know what, that might be okay. That movie about that ax killer is out. Die Die Die or something like that. You like scary movies right?" I wasn't sure where he got the idea I would. I'm practically scared of my own shadow but if it distracted him I was willing to try.

"Yeah of course sounds like fun!"

"Great, I'm gonna shower. I'll meet you in the garage. We should probably take the bike and leave the 2 seater for Dick and Tim." I agree and let him get around. I didn't like the sound of getting on his bike with him. He drives so fast and one time he made Tim throw up by popping too many wheelies.

I reached the garage and sat on his bike waiting.

"You going to the movies? Seriously? Do you want to have a sensory overload?"

"I want him to feel better. He's mad at himself for letting Joker go."

"Yeah he should be. It was a rookie mistake."

"Stop being so mean. He's not mad at you anymore."

"I don't really care if he's mad at me Margaret I'm still mad at him! Now I have to watch a stupid movie with the guy. You are doing this on purpose to punish me." I just have to roll my eyes. Felix thinks everything is about him because normal it is but not today. I wanted to make sure Jason knew no one blamed him and maybe I could make him feel at least a bit better.

Jason came out and swung the keys around his finger as he got on the bike he grabbed a helmet off the ground and handed it back to me.

"You don't need one?" I ask as I put the back helmet on.

"Nope I'm already dead remember?" He said as he started up the bike. I grabbed him around his waist and said my prayers as we took off.

Was he really dead? I mean I knew he died but was he still dead? I wasn't sure if I would consider him dead. He talks, walks, eats, and thinks. I haven't seen him do it but I was sure he sleeps. I was pretty sure he had a heartbeat too. He had to be alive.

He flew like a bat out of hell the whole way there aside from the speed he was driving pretty safely though. I closed my eyes for most of the ride.

Once there, we got some snacks and tickets and got into our seats. It was a crowded theater which was just great. Jason was happy we could get a middle seat but I was cursing the fact.

"A horror movie? You went to see a horror movie? Are you stupid or are you some kind of masochist?" Felix was always more lively when in a big crowd it was like he was feeding off them.

Jason and I didn't talk much before the movie. He was too busy enjoying his Twizzlers and soda he got from the concession stand. I tried to offer him some popcorn but he said that was for me. He got the biggest bucket available there was no way I was gonna finish this.

Finally the movie starts and it's a bloodbath right from the jump. I kept my eyes on my monster bucket of popcorn.

"Hey, hey Margaret look up here." I heard an unfamiliar voice say. At first I thought it was Jason making some kind of voice but when I looked over at him he was fast asleep. Only Jason could fall asleep with so much screaming going on "Not him, me up here." Finally my eyes found their way to the screen. It was the killer of the film talking to me. It was like he was looking right at me. "You liking the movie?" He asked, his bottom half of his face was covered by a blood soaked bandana. I shook my head no. This was another hallucination. I was sure of it. That didn't make it any less scary.

"Felix?" I whisper, wanting to see if he was seeing this too. I got no answer.

"You don't like it? Hold on, how about now?" The killer asked as he drove the ax into a camp counselor's head. I winced at the gratuitous violence. I closed my eyes and shook my head harder. "How about now?" The voice was much closer, right next to me almost. I opened my eyes as I saw an ax swing down and land right into Jason's chest. He didn't even move. I jumped up and screamed. My popcorn flew everywhere as the killer who was now in the Isles with me pulled his ax from Jason. Jason's eyes popped open when I screamed and looked at me confused.

I ran as fast as I could out of the theater.

"You've actually lost it haven't you? Why are you running?" Felix was back and he didn't seem to understand why I was so scared. He must not be able to see my hallucinations.

"Margaret, wait!" I heard Jason yelling after me. I stopped in my tracks and looked at him surprised. "What happened? Did a jump scare get you? I didn't think the movie would be that scary for you." He said as he brushed popcorn out of his hair.

"Yeah it was a jump scare. I'm sorry we can go back in if you want." I say panting from my sprint through the theater. I was really hoping he didn't want to finish the movie.

"Nah, that movie blew. I fell asleep in the first five minutes. We can go." He said with a smile. I felt so bad. I wanted to make him feel better but I couldn't even sit through a movie.

As silly as it sounded I was really happy to see Jason didn't have his chest caved in. The ride back was much calmer. He seemed to go slower. I wondered if he thought I was still freaked out. Honestly I was but I'm always freaked out by something so he didn't need to change up his habits for me. It was kinda nice though. I laid my head on his back and closed my eyes. Jason was just a little rough around the edges but he had a good heart, whether it was beating or not.

#batfam #dc comics #fanfic #oc stuff #slight yandere #batman #platonic batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin

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B5 S03E04: Passing Through Gethsemane table of contents • previous episode

What an acrimonious ecclesiastical chess game. Oh, are these the techy monks? I kinda forgot about them. idk what the little sculpture was. It looked like glass, but if so, he's using some 23rd c advanced tech or something!

Lyta's back! And she traveled in a Vorlon's ship! Hope they didn't drive her as mad as Jack the Ripper. A pretty badass story! She really committed to getting to Vorlon space, and they really almost let her die! Or actually did let her die? The PsiCorps havwe that freaky zombie protocol.

Well, either a black rose has changed omnious meaning in the last few hundred years, so that monk guy is absolutely about to get whacked. Shuffled unwillingly off the mortal coil. On vacation with the space whales.

Blegh, speaking of the psicorps zombie protocols! That isn't exactly a humane option. If human rights aren't human rights for everyone, then anyone can be stripped of their rights.

Dr Franklin has a diagnosis for Lyta: In better than tip top condition. Some of her chronic and/or genetic conditions have been mysteriously cured. Idk if this is support for the Zombie Lyta theory, but it does suggest that the Vorlons have high levels of human-medical tech. Panaceas have been such a reoccuring theme and I'm interested to see where they take it. Lyta is the only example of someone who has had a full, medical glow-up.

Yeah, fuck off Londo! He's such a slimy toerag. He can stop anytime, but nooooo.

To Minbari, "the soul is a nonlocalized phenomenon," perceptible through physical form and sentient people, but are actual little thinking fragments of the universal intelligence, trying to understand itself. It really is a fascinating idea. It reinds me of something I've seen, "we are collections of atoms trying to understand ourselves."

It's relatively similar to gnosticism.

Lennier is a nerd for Valen! Whatg a nice meeting. The monk is definitely dying now, right? Oh maybe he'll be tormented by hallucinations awhile first. Or pehaps a telepathic projection? It does seem to be leaning towards the high fantasy side of B5, I guess. Not so into the monks, but the experimental flashbacks and inexplicable visions are pretty entertaining.

Ahhh, he's one of the mind-wiped murderers. HAH. I wonder if all the monks are murderers. It'd track for western society. The abbot fellow says the order is legit, but they only question the applicants about their beliefs. Coding murderers into genuinely philanthropic and ascetic monk wanna-bes...it's legitimately more humane than I thought it would be. Still horrific, but I expected they'd be like, barracksed and do dangerous, menial work, not be random monks having traumatizing flashbacks they can't process.

Huh. He was a serial killer, and the facility where he was burned down and all his records were lost, he was presumed dead. So this isn't a normal situation for one of these wipe-ees. They're ...pretty good? at implaning new personalities? He's trying really hard to process this new self-knowledge through his theological bent. But I suppose he might have killed people with a theological bent, too.

ooooooOOOooo. Someone triggered Brother Edward slash Charlie! Is it Lyta? Vorlons love fucking around with people's heads, particularly serial killers and religious fanatics.

Oh dang! His victims' relations? They're pretty pissy, which is fair, but it's too bad they don't recognize that what was done to him is also heinous.

But what's this?Lyta with a steel chair? I mean, an un-Psi-Corps-sanctioned mental assault!

lolol, even with Lyta's dubiously legal activities, the monks found him first. It was pretty yoked of Bruce Boxleitner to singlehandedly lift him down.

"I always wondered if I would have the courage to stay and wait in the Garden of Gethsemane...now I know. Now I know."

well, that's normal religious trauma. Every evangelical kids I knew wondered that and worried they were less able to face suffering than Jesus, hah! But his deathbed worries about salvation are also super christian culture, which is so funny since xtians literally invented the Get Out of Hell Free card. repentance. like, I saw that loophole as a kid. Just pray dear jesus I'm sorry on your deathbed! Moral condundrum solved.

Love Lyta and Susan interacting! I was bummed when Lyta didn't make it onto the show from The Gathering, and although I'm desperately curious as to when Talia comes back (they haven't kissed yet!! There's whump to be had, I can tell!), it is great to have Lyta around. Especially since she's liberated telepath who don't care for no Psi Rules.

Ooooh, Lyta gills reveal. That a new feature? hah.

Dr Franklin: Well, everything that was ever wrong with you has been fixed. Oh, it says you have gills now? Well, that can't be right. Never mind. /s

Well, christian episodes gonna christian. not my favorite, though I enjoy the lore and the Psi horror. And directed by Adam Nimoy! I did not see that one coming. And quite heavy handed, though I guess they were writing for an adult populations with a lot more lead poisoning than we typically see now.

oooh, big plot!

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cookiesncreamlover17 · 8 months

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Yandere! Damian Wayne x Reader Pt.10

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Cursing, False Hallucination, Threats, And Mention Of Kidnap

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 1,616

👾Characters👾: 8,807

“I’m not the one who should be apologizing”. You said as you rolled your eyes. “Just piss off”. You once again spoke before moving to walk between Cass and Steph. But not before hearing them mutter to one another as you went to walk down to your locker instead. But even as you walked away from the group of four, you still felt like you were being stared at by something. Or maybe it wasn’t something, but maybe it was someone? Though, as you slipped the note inside of your locker, the persons name read “Mr.Wilson”. As much as you knew that it would be very illegal, Mr.Wilson always had it out for you. Throwing away the note made him look even more suspicious. Even more than Damian. But you still had five more days left. And tomorrow would make it day 3.

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Last night was, rough, to say the least. You so desperately wanted to talk to someone about this without them thinking you were going crazy! And Mr.William’s seemed to be the only person who could and would do that. At least you hoped.

Steph and Cass had been up your ass about apologizing to Damian, but you weren’t going to crack for someone who didn’t deserve an apology. You knew something was off with him by the time you two had first met. He was horrible in every shape, form, and dimension. And so that’s why you were here. Standing in front of Mr.Wilson’s office, ready to BEG him to have your classes switched.

“Can I help yo-? Oh! Y/n…..I wasn’t expecting you to be here. Let me guess, Damian hurt you again didn’t he? Was it that he stole your book this time and that caused you to PHYSICALLY ATTACK HIM”?! Mr.Wilson said infuriated.

“I want my classes switched”. You said calmly. You were done trying to change his mind. You defiantly weren’t going to go through the hell of this school. Though, since you did have to stay here for four more days you might as well try and live it comfortably.

“Oh? You-YOU wanna change classes after YOU attacked on of the best students in this school is it? WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD”! He shouted at you.

“Are you gonna change my classes or what. But before you answer that think about it. I supposedly attacked one of your students. Why would it be a good idea to keep us together”? You questioned him. You decided against begging him. Maybe you could get out of this another way?

But before he even muttered out a word he gripped your arm and pulled you behind his desk and ducked down with you following shortly after.

“Bruce! He-he…. You have to stay here. None of this is my fault. I want to help you, truly, but-but I can’t. Play along Y/n. That is the only way out. I know you don’t trust me, but I’ll explain this when it’s all over. Just remember, keep your friends close, keep your enemies closed”! Mr.Wilson said nervously. Was-was he really telling you the truth? That Mr.William’s really has something to do with the note?

“You have till tomorrow to get your story straight”. You spoke calmly. Though, deep inside you weren’t feeling good about this. There were too many signs, and you wanted to know. You deserved to know. And you were done letting people interfere with that.

Though as you left his office you felt that presence again. It creeped you out. Something was severely wrong with this school, and none of it made sense. You had two more days till the weekend. You just had to survive. Survival was key. And you were going to do it one way or another.

As you began to walk farther and farther away from Mr.Wilson’s office you saw someone. Damian. Of course. Today was just your luck. You tried to walk past without him noticing but you weren’t so lucky. He quickly spotted you and quickly walked over to you. Though, he didn’t say anything. He just walked next to you seemingly…..innocent.

“Can I help you”? You questioned with an attitude.

”……Did you finish the project”? He questioned ignorantly.

“Which one”? You shot back sarcastically.

“ALL of them smart ass”. He shot back.

“Yeah”. You said rolling your eyes and scoffing.

“This can all be over you know”.

“You’re an asshole. You lied! I’m the one who deserves the apology”! You shot back.

“So what? Everyone lies. Get over yourself”. He scoffed out loud.

The fucking audacity of this man. He lied and he was admitting it! Then why the hell would he tell everyone that you were a liar?!

“Oh fuck off”! You shouted back as you whipped back around to continue walking. But still, he followed you. What was up his ass?

“Why do you keep following me”?! You questioned very agitated.

“Listen to me very closely. They’re someone following us. Don’t make a scene just keep walking”. He said very calmly yet quietly, before he then continued. “I noticed this person after you first arrived here. I made sure everyone thought you were crazy so he didn’t put you in more danger. You might not believe me, but I have proof. Come to my dorm after class”. He said calmly before departing towards the garden in the back of the school.

Could you really trust him though? It would make sense though. The constant feeling of being watched. Damian being Damian but then durning mean. A semi good reason to why people would turn on you. The weird behavior of the chauffeur and Mr.Wilson. It would make sense, but it was just so hard to believe. Who would want to believe they were being followed by an unknown and possibly dangerous presence? Though, you had nothing to lose by letting Damian explain himself, right?

So, that’s what you did. After all of your classes were finished, you made your way up the stairs to the fifth floor. You made a sharp left and walked past your dorm and then made a sharp right meeting Damian’s door. You slowly made your way up to the door slightly scared of what he would say. But you knocked anyway. Damian opened the door and you were very surprised to see a little prestigious cat exit the dorm and rub up on your leg.

“Sorry, that’s just Alfred”. Damian said while looking around. Almost like he was looking for something, or maybe someone? Though after he scanned over the perimeter, he ushered you inside the dorm. God had you missed the smell. It was like a butterscotch candy. Delicious.

“Sorry about the mess. Most of its Tit- Alfred. He moves around a lot”, Damian spoke. He did seem to stumble on the last of his words. It did surprise you. You could hardly believe that Damian could mess up, let alone stumble.

“So…..Are you gonna explain or what”? You questioned.

“We can take our time, Y/n. Would you like some tea? Coffee?”

“Damian, I want to get to the basic. I want you to explain”. You replied back stubbornly. You weren’t going to sit and negotiate. He dragged you here to explain, so that’s exactly what he was going to do.

“Tea it is”. He said sarcastically as he walked towards the kitchen. What a minute, A KITCHEN? Damn was he really rich. Every dorm you had seen didn’t have a kitchen. How the hell did he get one?!

As he came back with what looked like herbal tea he placed it down on the table before sitting in a soft chair. He pointed to the chair across from him the you to sit down. As much as you wanted to know, you know he wouldn’t budge unless you did what he wanted. He was stubborn like that. So, you sat down.

”Drink”, he said as you sat down.

With a heavy sigh you leaned your lips over to the edge of the steaming china cup, and took a sip. “Are you explaining or not”? You questioned.

“You’re so rushy rushy! But if you insist”. He said with a big inhale at the end of sentence.

“On that day, when you said you found that note in your locker, I-I….. I knew that it was happening again”. He said with a little bit of shame at the end of his voice.

“You knew what was happening again”? You questioned with a hint of concern in your voice.

“This girl, she-she experienced the same thing. There was a note in her locker. It told her of the things that this person was going to do to her. At first she ignored it. But things only seemed to get worst for her. She would receive threats of being taken and seeing her ‘new’ family. She was terrified! She told everyone about this. But no one believed her. Except for me. I tried Y/n, I-I tried to help her narrow down who this person could have been. But on April 22, 2022, she was taken. I haven’t seen her since. I-I thought that if no one believed you we could figure this out together. Y/n, we’re running out of time. I need you to listen to me. Play along. That’s the only way to get out. Put in your note the closest boy to you! We’ll rule everyone out.

“How did you know about me having to choose someone”? You questioned as you stood up, ready to leave.

“She experienced the same thing, Y/n. We have 4 more days to figure this out. Four people. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Don’t only do this for you, but for the girl who went missing. My dear friend, Gordon. Barbara Gordon.

Written: Monday, September 4, 2023

#Yandere Damian Wayne #Alfred The Cat #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Cassandra Cane #Stephanie Brown #Mr.Wilson #Reveal #Bruce Williams #Fake Name #Part 10!#Truth #Barbara Gordon

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We're getting back into the good shit now. Vic's back in action, Renee is written by Greg Rucka for the first time, Helena and Vic meet, Blue Beetle is here...

Azrael Plus The Question

Vic's been playing poker. Lots of opportunities to wander around and get into trouble while keeping him retired from heroing and from journalism, it works for him.

Oops All Daddy Issues.

I like how low key this is, despite everything. Vic and Jean-Paul are weird dudes with a lot of problems and that's on full display.

Green Lantern #81

Another cameo that's only notable because I have no clue why Vic would be here. He has literally never met Hal Jordan, how did he get an invite. He's even standing off to the back instead of sitting with everyone else.

The Question Returns

The river emissary is conceptually a lot better than any of the other supernatural takes on the Question. The idea that Vic's death in the river would make his conscience literally haunt him is interesting, and it being questionably supernatural is more to my taste. Making the river a magical harmonica-playing old black man was not a great choice though.

Vic describing Tot as "an ex-father figure" makes me want to implode.

"these auditory hallucinations are getting on my nerves" BIG mood.

Vic is a mess. He can't go home, he can't stay away, he's shifted from Vic Sage the hard-hitting journalist to Vic Sage the laid-back poker player but he hasn't been able to change the Question. This is why he takes up so much space in my brain.

Even after he left he still held on to his love for Myra and Hub City, and this is where he can't do it anymore. He will never see her again. Godddddddd.

Steel #38

I hadn't read this one before, and I'm glad I'm reading it now, because it's great. I gotta get into Steel eventually.

Vic declares himself teammates with John and then immediately splits up and gets his shit wrecked. Maybe let the guy with power armor protect you next time.

This wandering gambler era is fun, I wish it had lasted a little longer. There are so many interesting places Vic could pop up with poker incidents as an excuse, it's the perfect way to keep him around without him having anything specific going on.

A World for Burning (Tec #714-715)

Calling her a supporting character is maybe a stretch but she gets to talk to Martian Manhunter so I'm counting it.

A fun little mystery story.

Cataclysm

Vic interlude is over, time for events.

I like Cataclysm quite a bit. It's heavy on the cop shit and some of the issues are just not good, but I think the earthquake makes for a better citywide event than any of the "oh no it's the Joker" ones, and everyone involved really gets to shine.

Once again I am forced to admit I like when Cluemaster shows up. Steph saving her dad from Helena despite everything is a strong moment.

Random Encounters (Batman Chronicles #14)

OH NO. Ohhhh no. Strap in folks it's time for her to become a main character.

Renee talks to her brother about his guilt over killing when he was in the Navy, and she uses Two-Face's coin to make her point about randomness and how right and wrong aren't simple, which. Hhhhh.

Apparently she shot a guy who was trying to kill Two-Face, and got the coin in return.

Sorry but Renee flipping the coin and making decisions based on the outcome fucking annihilates me and I cannot BELIEVE I hadn't read this before now.

This isn't even a comic it's a short story. Eight pages of Rucka setting up the dominoes.

An Answer in the Rubble (Batman Chronicles #15)

VIC AND HELENA BABYYYY

Self-recognition through the other (annoying)

His anime hair???

I love them so much.

Road to No Man's Land

Sorry but the Bruce Wayne political drama is ridiculous even by my standards. Gotham would be the second-largest city in the US today, or one of the top 5 if the "7 million" is the city and surrounding area, you cannot tell me it would get totally cut off. Screwed by inadequate relief? Sure. Wiped off the map? Lol no.

Okay fine it's the devil. The devil did it. Comic books.

L.A.W.

We've been in Gotham long enough, time to go do Some Bullshit!

This is in continuity, but it ignores all of Vic's canon post-Charlton - he's a newscaster working with Nora from the Ditko run, Hub City is Ted's home city but not his, he's characterized pretty much how he was in Charlton and those few Blue Beetle crossovers post-Crisis... the other heroes seem a little more up-to-date but they're all still kind of janky.

Wow this does not do a good job making me care about any of these characters.

The plot is mostly racist and/or nonsense and most of it bounced right off my brain despite repeated readings.

Honestly I'm here for Ted more than Vic. He's going through it.

I do like the framing device of Vic writing his report in the final issue. The real treasure was the friends we made along the way.

#clayposts #clayreads #the question #vic sage #renee montoya

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 years

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Nights at the Circus: Part XII

Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder (and the air grow hotter) as your reunion with Loki is everything you were hoping for...until someone once again throws a wrench in the works. However, this time the stakes are too high for you to ignore any more.

PART XI, FIC MASTERLIST

Content Warning: Smut-adjacent flirting, slight hints of ya boy Dom!Loki Word Count: 3.2k

When the jet landed on top of the tower at 8:15pm local time, and Loki wasn’t waiting there to greet you, you felt something drop in your stomach, making you recall the weird hallucination you’d fallen under in Sokovia. Was that another dream Loki sent, akin to the ballroom and garden path from the night before?

No, it couldn’t be. Why would he do that to you in the middle of a fight, putting you at risk of being shot and killed? Whatever had attacked your mind, it couldn’t have been him.

Maybe he didn’t know we were coming back, you thought. He could be sleeping, or showering, or violently fucking his palms just waiting for me…

You wanted to go look for him, hoping the others would be too tired from the battle and the ride home to want to be around one another. However, once you got inside and headed for your suite, Bruce called out after you.

“Oh, I guess no one told you. After one of these big battle things, we debrief over crappy Chinese food and drinks,” he informed you. “Hope you’re not too tired. The lo mein from Szechuan King hits the spot after turning into a big green monster.”

You had no choice but to follow everyone down into the small lounge and bar that was off-limits to everyone except the Avengers themselves. Everyone called out their order, and when food arrived, kicked back and unwound. After few hours, you were laughing with the group as if you’d known them for years.

“I have to admit, shooting fire from a careening car is something I’ll have to write my brothers about,” you said between dumplings. “To think, when we were kids, they mocked me for refusing to get in the front seat until I was twelve.”

“It was a nice Jeep, and now it’s going to rot in the forest somewhere in Sokovia,” lamented Natasha.

“Where’d the scepter go?” asked Clint.

“I took it to the lab. It’s under 24-hour surveillance right now until Banner and I can figure out what to do with it,” answered Tony.

“Loki doesn’t know where it is?” asked Thor.

Tony quickly shook his head. “Nope, and he’s never gonna. Anyway, good job tonight, kids, let’s get wasted and have an orgy!”

“Or we could just leave out the weird sex references for once and just sit here like we were always planning to do,” Steve suggested.

“Oh right, I forgot, Captain Crunch needs to wash my mouth out with soap,” Tony quipped. “If you don’t loosen up, Cap, you’re never gonna get your “first mate” to sneeze in a dame’s satchel.”

Steve choked on a noodle as Clint and Bruce laughed, and Nat took a long swig of beer. Tony looked proud of his joke. “What? Not a single swear word in the bunch, Cap! By the way, Firebird, is your leg ok?”

“Never better,” you replied. “Not so much as a hair out of place.”

“Well, its not every day you leave a fight unscraped. Remember that, okay?” Tony said.

“I think you did well, Y/N,” said Thor, raising a mug topped off with a dark, bitter beer. “You’d be a formidable warrior on Asgard. We should have a drinking game in your honor tonight!”

“Thanks Thor. But I’ll be honest, I’m actually pretty jetlagged,” you said, trying hard and failing to swallow down a yawn. “I may just crash early.”

“Well, it isn’t too early,” said Bruce. “It’s nearly eleven.”

“Goodnight, Y/N, and you rocked hard today,” said Clint with a kind smile, which you returned.

“Goodnight, Firebird,” said Steve tenderly. You nodded at him, wondering if he’d already forgotten about your conversation in the bunker, or if he just naturally sounded like he was trying to be seductive when he said goodnight.

“Sleep well, everyone,” you said, waving and leaving to go upstairs.

In the stairwell, you briefly considered visiting Loki’s suite and asking him if he’d been aware of your return, but as it was approaching midnight, this was one of the few times of day he may actually have been sleeping. You chose, for once, to not sneak around and to just think about seeing him in the morning.

As usual, Loki had different plans.

You opened the door to your bedroom, and no sooner had you turned on the light than you saw Loki sprawled out on his side, naked and posed like a model with one leg open to reveal his clear and present erection waiting for you. By the bed was an ice bucket and an open bottle of champagne.

“Thank Norns, I thought they’d never go to bed,” he said, giving you a wink. “I thought I’d have to be posed like this all night!”

“You moron!” you said, laughing, but taking care not to run or look too excited. “Have you really been posed here like this all evening? Here, let me test that—” you grabbed the opened bottle of bubbly and took a swig right from it, making Loki chuckle. The cold liquid was crisp, the bubbles sharp.

“You haven’t been here that long. Nice try,” you joked, putting the bottle down.

Loki quickly got to his feet, still stark nude, and opened his arms to you. You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m too tired tonight,” you said sincerely.

Loki pouted. “I went to all the trouble to magic my clothes off for you!”

You rolled your eyes. “I think you can hold it in while I get some sleep. You really need to pull back on the seidr, by the way.”

“You didn’t like the dream I sent you?” he asked, sounding almost hurt. “I got the idea from one of those 80s films with the puppets that Thor seems to love.”

“I thought I heard David Bowie’s voice in the background! It’s not that at all, I loved it,” you confessed. “Loki, you seem to keep forgetting your terms.”

Loki shrugged and waved his hand, a dark green tunic and black pants covering his body (admittedly, making you a little sad). “You’ve been gone for two days, and you come back to find me naked and spread out like a buffet dinner for you, and it’s back to the terms and conditions of my continued existence?”

“Look, you!” you snapped, striding up to your lover and palming him directly in his crotch, his erection hard against your hand. He gasped and stood up straighter, not expecting the power move. “I’m not putting up with the dramatics tonight. Now, kiss me and deal with it.”

Without moving your hand away from Loki’s groin, you planted a firm, seductive kiss on his mouth, and Loki immediately began licking away at your lips.

“I know you missed me,” he moaned. “You sure you’re tired?”

“I’ll tell you what, I have something better in mind for our reunion,” you whispered. “If you can wait twelve hours.”

“Oh? What was your idea, pet?” he asked, tucking a piece of your hair back behind your ear and nuzzling your cheek with his nose.

“Like I’d tell you,” you said, giggling and pushing back from him. “Now, if you’re a gentleman and can wait until noon tomorrow, I’ll be in my gym alone, door locked so no one accidentally wanders in. Maybe if you show up then and knock, I’ll let you in.”

Loki shrugged. “Well, there’s your first mistake.”

“Mistake? What mistake?” you asked.

Loki gently brushed a thumb over your lips. “You assume that I am capable of being a gentleman.”

“Ha! Well, if you can’t behave yourself, then maybe you can’t handle the responsibility you need to go airborne.”

Loki gave you a puzzled look. “Airborne?”

“Oh yes,” you said, gently taking Loki’s arm and nudging him towards the front door, which you opened for him. “If you want to see me naked and put you throbbing, needy cock inside me, you’re going to join me up in the ropes tomorrow!”

You were bold enough to playfully smack his ass on the way out. Loki turned to you and opened his mouth to say something, only to smile and lightly turn away from you again.

You didn’t hear him mutter, “that’s my girl.”

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You weren’t sure what music to put on today. After all, it wasn’t going to be a typical workout if you had your way, so the usual 80s rock wouldn’t exactly do.

You smiled to yourself as Rhianna’s ‘S&M’ came up over your playlist. “Too on the nose?” you asked yourself before deciding it was and switching. The next song to pop up on ‘random’ was a remix of ‘Word Up.’

“Too aggressive,” you sighed. “Maybe I’ll have him pick.”

You gave up on choosing music and instead turned to the wall that was floor-to-ceiling mirrors, studying the outfit you chose and hoping it didn’t look terrible. You’d chosen something basic…something you could get out of easily. As for what kind of circus-torture you’d prepared, well, it was actually pretty basic. You figured trapeze would be a bit too much for a starter, so instead you lowered several ropes to the ground, enough to climb, jump between, and swing around on. More than anything, you just wanted to see Loki need you for a change, and if there was one thing he probably had no experience in, it was swinging around on ropes.

Though it sounded odd, you were excited to share this bit of your life with Loki. For the month-and-some-odd-days you’d had to get adjusted to your ‘new career,’ you’d begun to miss your life with the circus, and exercising in a small, well-lit gym was nothing to performing for a room, absorbing the exhilarating adrenaline whenever yours was the next act to be announced, knowing people were in awe of you for your raw ability, not because you were saving their asses from terrorists.

For something different (and perhaps not so distracting), you ended up choosing an instrumental list, some of which were famous classic movements, others more modern synth-y compositions.

Deciding to warm up before your paramour arrived, you did a few stretches and warmed yourself up by taking a rope and shimmying halfway up, letting yourself hang off of it by one hand, then one leg, then letting yourself swing freely. ‘You hadn’t realized that you’d sustained some muscle aches from yesterdays big show, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle, especially for today.

Making sure the ropes were coated with flame retardant (in case you felt like showing off even more), you heard the door knock on the stroke of 12pm. Sliding off the ropes, you went to answer it, making sure it was Loki and not Steve and his single-lady-senses.

You opened the door, and before Loki could open his mouth, you grabbed his collar and yanked him inside before slamming the door behind you.

“Oh, darling, we are impatient this morning! That’s what you get for denying me last night,” he said.

“Earn your fucking, Loki,” you replied with a smile. “Let’s see you fly first!”

“I may not have Mjolnir or an iron rocket suit, but we shall see how high I can go,” Loki said, looking up at the ropes. “They are quite tall. I can help you get the net out if you’ll let me know where it is.”

You laughed deviously, thankful for once to have a head start on him. “Net?”

Loki looked at you with surprise. “The net you put below performers to keep them safe?”

“Oh, those are mainly just for shows…and insurance purposes,” you admitted. “There’s no net here. Are you that afraid of being thirty feet up?”

“It’s funny how you scoff at my idea, yet you were the one who fell from the ceiling last week, needing me to…how did you put it, again? ‘Take my pain away, handsome, strong, mighty God?”’”

“Okay, and with that, I’m getting up in the ropes before the bullshit you’re spewing starts to stink.”

You jumped back onto a rope and began climbing with the ease of a chimpanzee. You showed off a little and anchored yourself only about six or seven feet from the top. Looking down and seeing Loki still on the ground. “What? Need help?”

Loki sneered. “Pet, did you not remember I am a Prince of Asgard? Do you not think we get any physical fitness training when we literally train for battle?”

Loki hopped onto a rope and began to climb, not taking his eyes of you. “After all, I didn’t get the body that you love to wrap your legs around by wishing for it.”

“Oh yeah Well if you’re such a…strong…”

Loki was nearly as quick as you were on the rope.

“…built…”

He was closing in.

“…handsome…”

In only a few more seconds than it had taken you, Loki was at eye-level with you, staring into your eyes with victory and pride.

“…God…”

“Mmmm yes, my dear? Go on! I know how delicious you find me!” Loki leaned over, both hands tightly gripping the ropes, and made an attempt to kiss you, which you deflected by beginning to swing yourself and build momentum.

“As if that will help you get away from me,” he laughed, beginning to pump his own momentum in an attempt to catch you.

“Asgardian warrior training, eh? Did that teach you how to do this?” you asked, igniting your hair and wrapping your leg around the rope, letting yourself hang upside-down as you continued swinging.

“There’s no function in battle for aerial acrobatics,” he replied bluntly.

“Exactly what I thought you’d say.”

Loki was catching up to you, but you still were able to swing, shift, and flip around with more confidence and ease. He, on the other hand, was beginning to look like he’d reached the bottom of his stunt arsenal.

“Speaking of battles,” Loki added. “You must have done well the other day. I don’t see a bruise on your beautiful body.”

“I did, if I do say so!” you shouted, swinging clear past Loki as he slowed down.

Loki sighed. “A shame in a way, for I did so love being your doctor. I suppose you didn’t need one, but I’m certain Hydra did.”

You grinned. “I had a body count in the double-digits, won’t lie.”

“But I bet you didn’t end those Hydra agents with this!”

You didn’t expect Loki to lunge at you as you swung back. He grabbed the rope above you, causing you to jerk back and begin spiraling around Loki’s body. Your weight and momentum threw Loki into the spin, and you were circling each other, the world around you a dizzying blur.

“Jesus, Loki!” you laughed. “You don’t know how to spot!”

“What does that mean?” he asked, his voice surprisingly stable for the rush of centrifugal force whipping in his face.

“It means you’ll puke as soon as we stop…” you didn’t want to admit it, but that was about where you’d be in a few seconds if you didn’t slow down.

“Ha! Well, maybe we should…” Loki pulled on your ropes, jerking you back in towards his body, where your chests met and your ropes stilled. You let him look at you ravenously, like he was hungry and hadn’t eaten for weeks.

He brought your face to his and put his tongue in your mouth, relishing the kiss with a low moan. When he brought his lips back, he sighed. “It would be a challenge, but seeing you tangled up in all of these,” he said, indicating the ropes, “I want to see if I can fuck you right up here.”

You laughed. “No dice,” you said. “Even I would prefer a net below us if we ever wanted to try it!”

“Well, what do you suggest?” he replied.

“This,” you answered, taking your free hand and cupping Loki’s bulge, giving it a firm squeeze and making him tense.

“Oh, you devilish whore,” Loki purred, gently grinding into your hand, which was all he could, given that he still held onto his rope with both hands. “I seem to be the helpless one up here after all.”

“Oh no, we can’t have that,” you whispered into his ear, giving his quickly-growing erection a tug. “I prefer it when you tell me what to do. I love when Master takes care of his pet.”

Loki smiled at you, and you could swear that in addition to the lust in his eye, there was a glimmer of something else, something you couldn’t identify.

“Master always cares for his pet,” Loki answered, before pausing moment to add, “but Master needs something under his feet in order to give you the proper dicking you deserve.”

He raised an eyebrow, taking a hand off his rope to lay gently over your breast, his thumb circling your perking bud through the thin fabric, sending little electric pulses down to your core. He then quickly removed his hand and began sliding down. You followed and landed gracefully on the mat under you.

“You room or mine?” Loki asked.

“I’m just across the hall, or did you forget that already? Perhaps it was altitude sickness?” you mocked.

Loki pulled your body against his. “Perhaps it your intoxicating taste that makes me forget my bearings.” Running a finger under your chin, he kissed you again, this time forgoing the tongue, instead beginning to lay soft kisses in a line running from your lips down your chin. “Now it’s my turn to make you see stars.”

Loki grabbed your ass with a firm grip, making you shriek in surprise and him laugh as you went to the door.

Opening, it you didn’t expect to be met by Thor, looking angry. “Holy shit,” you blurted out. “Thor! What’s going on?”

“I need to speak to my brother,” he said, sounding serious. “In private.”

“If this is about the two of us,” Loki answered, indicated the two of you with a hand gesture, “I’m not sure exactly how you caught on, but’s our own business and we’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind.”

Thor looked confused, glancing back and forth between you. “No, it wasn’t that…and since when? Wait, never mind, this is about something else.”

Loki scoffed. “What else could there be to discuss? Other than you sneaking around and waiting by the door like this.”

Thor looked at you one more time, then back to his brother. “We can talk about how I definitely saw you watching us fighting in Sokovia the other day. There’s only one way you could have done that, Loki. You’re using magic, which puts you in violation of your probation. This could very well mean death for you.”

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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could i request klaus hargreeves where the reader thinks that mf died and they reunite?? very cute very fluffy i just want to hold that man and stroke his hair he needs a hug-

issa lil sad but optimistic

Having a dead boyfriend sucks. He’d gone missing late March; said he had to go to a family funeral, no he didn’t want moral support, yes he’ll get hibachi with you when he comes back. Only, that was two months ago. In this city, you tend to know what that means.

Your apartment was dark, cold even, without him. A cave a shrine to what you had. Not much. It hadn’t been long, but you’d been dating long enough.

You sigh as you drop the needle onto the record, Bruce Springsteen quickly coming to life in the speaker, and you sway while you wait for your kettle to boil.

Maybe you should take a trip out to Asbury Park again, you muse, the ocean air and the constant flow of live music might do you some good, get your out of this grief.

But a key jiggling in your lock breaks that train of thought.

Fuck, is that your landlord again? You quickly snuff out the incense that you’re not supposed to have and uncover the smoke detectors.

You hide the mess of tape and plastic wrap in your hand behind your back and turn, ready to smile and play nice with the old man who doesn’t understand boundaries.

When the door finally swings open with a creak, you drop everything, your knees buckle.

“Oh god,” you whisper, “Am I hallucinating?”

He smiles lazily, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“If you are, I hope you have some of whatever you took to spare.”

Klaus.

Your knees give out, and he rushes forward as you grip the counter to stay upright.

“Babe, are you falling for me?” he asks as he lifts you up by your hips.

“Klaus…” you whisper, hands coming up to cup his stubbled face, “What the fuck?”

He laughs, and hugs you closer, inhaling deeply like he’s trying to memorize the smell of your perfume oil.

“It’s a long story,” he sighs, and the sound of a crushing weight in his tone.

Oh, to think of what he’d gone through, whatever happened, he’d tell you in due time.

“Longer than your hair?” you joke, your hands coming up to smooth the tension in his back.

“Way longer.” and he leaves it at that.

The hissing tea kettle startles you both, and you quickly move to take it off the stove, pouring a cup for you and for him, the steam rising into the space between you.

“What’d you get up to while I was away?” he asks, and you’ve never really seen him this somber. So you do what you can.

“Bought a Ouija board,” you offhandedly joke, but it’s not a joke. You did, out of desperation.

He laughs that laugh you’ve missed so much, and you think to yourself:

Yes, we can salvage this.

#klaus x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves imagine

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samiralula01 · 3 years

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Things Bruce Wayne Never Did Again After Jason’s Murder

I was just thinking about how drastically different Bruce became after Jason died. Like, this man just stopped doing so much, especially when it came to his familial bonds and relationships.

Correct me if I’m wrong, (because I’m just spitballing here and maybe I just haven’t read a comic where it did happen) but there’s a couple things I’ve never seen Bruce do with the other kids in the comics after Jason died.

Being (emotionally) close with his children:

I’ve noticed Bruce point this out from time to time in his thought boxes; that letting people get close to him, by admitting that he cares about them, is what gets them killed. Or at least the fear of that doesn’t allow him to form attachments anymore.

Which I find interesting, because Bruce was so terrified of losing Jason during his run as Robin. Like, it was actually concerning to me how often this man would hallucinate or dream about Jason getting hurt or dying in the eighties...? Heck, Bruce’s mind on fear gas still went to Jason even after his death. But that didn’t prevent him from creating a bond with Jason during his child years (as you’ll notice his name wasn’t mentioned with the others above).

So I’m wondering if his murder was the point where this became a realised fear for Bruce and made him push people away because it came true.

Being easy with physical affection:

Bruce is always so stiff these days when it comes to patting his kids on their shoulders or head, or heaven forbid, giving them hugs if they look traumatised enough. He is just a very awkward man. Like, what happened to that other guy? The one who was always ruffling his son’s hair and tucking him under his arm like it was the only natural thing to do.

Being playful with his kids:

This one hurts. Like Bruce could be so fun with his first two kids. He teased and wrestled with them, played video games, took them out to movies and games and racetracks, and it was 90% completely non-mission related. Heck, he even made puns himself sometimes. He enjoyed spending time with them and put effort into doing just that.

After Jason was murdered, I never saw that again. Tim was always doing his solo thing, and didn’t really spend time with Bruce outside of cowl; (of course, he wasn’t exactly his son then like his predecessors were, so that might have come off as weird); Bruce and Cass have a very mission-focused (obsessive) relationship and Damian...oh, Damian. Yeah, Bruce wasn’t taking him out to the zoo or anything on weekends.

Driving the kids to school:

Well, Cassandra never really received any formal education as a child in a public school setting type-a-way, but I don’t believe Bruce has ever driven Tim or Damian to school. It was always Alfred who chauffeured them. I wondered if the thought bothered Bruce. Hence, I’m putting it down on the list of things Bruce stopped doing after Jason.

Calls the kids by nicknames:

I’ve never seen Bruce refer to Tim, Cass or Damian by any sort of nickname, despite the fact that he always seemed to be affectionately calling Dick and Jason some form of “chum,” “lad,” or “sport,” while they were Robin. Heck, I think Bruce might have even used “Jay,” more than Jason’s actual name when he was a kid.

Allowing the Robins to wear their uniforms upstairs.

This one was a three A.M thought to me. I know for a fact that Dick and Jason used to chill in the Manor in full or partial uniform during their runs and even kept their uniforms in their bedroom closets, but then when Tim became Robin, Bruce all of a sudden strictly implemented the rule of ‘no uniforms upstairs.’

Part of me wonders if he was trying to separate “Robin” from the family home aspect as a grieving thing. Like he needed to keep the two separate after Jason.

Celebrate Holidays

So apparently, "holidays aren't a thing," anymore during Tim's era according to the Bat-scrooge. Which is actually kinda funny, considering he would put up a full-on Christmas tree in the cave only a few years prior or at least make some effort so that his kids could have a jolly christmas despite unhappy circumstances.

However, I must note that although they (especially Bruce,) never celebrated in the Manor, the other Bats did attempt to have the holidays together on their own which is really cute. And good for them! Who cares about that scrooge Bruce?

#comic meta #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #additional thoughts on this appreciated #i've just been thinking about it a lot

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toastedkiwi · 3 years

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Pearl Ring

Summary: a certain ring on a certain finger has the world believing a Stark is engaged to a Wayne and your father isn’t happy.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Stark!Reader

11:00 EST. Fifth Avenue, New York.

Bruce gave you his right hand. You took it into your left hand as stairs are not your friend especially in heels. He knows it to be a fact as you have fallen down the stairs in his manor. Thankfully, it was just him around and you both got a good laugh over it. Since then, if you’re together and you’re in heels, he’ll give you his hand.

You both deal with the flashes of the cameras and the shouts of the paparazzi as you head to Alfred’s car. He awaits to open the door for you two to slide in once close enough. Bruce had you slid in first while Alfred took the many shopping bags from your hands. The door is shut and you looked at Bruce.

“My dad is gonna be pissed if I’m photographed with you again,” you said with a grin.

Bruce chuckled. Your dad hates him. He can’t stand him especially if he’s near you, his eldest and first born. It’s not at all like Bruce would hurt you purposefully and shit, you know you’re safe with Bruce. You two aren’t even dating. You’re probably the only friend that Bruce can tolerate and understand his grunts or at least not get pissed about it like his kids do. You both just understand each other better than most.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle Ironman,” Bruce said as Alfred got into the driver’s seat.

“I do believe that you would then have the whole Avengers coming after you, Master Bruce,” Alfred said driving off.

“I’m sure I can persuade some to not go after Bruce,” you said. “And I’m sure the kids will come to his aid in battling my father.”

“Oh, I’m more than sure that they’ll watch it all go down with popcorn,” Bruce said.

“I will be too,” you said grinning.

Bruce grabbed your hand and noticed you placed your grandmother’s ring on the wrong hand as you’re talking with Alfred. You always have it on your right hand on the finger in between your pinky and middle finger.

“Give me your other hand,” Bruce said.

You give it to him. He slipped off your ring and you just stopped speaking. You were getting the ring professionally cleaned and so you got the very busy Bruce Wayne to join you in New York to help you kill some time before you could get it back. And you put the ring on your ring finger meant to signify that a person is married or engaged. You aren’t at all and you’ve just been spotted holding hands with the guy you consider to be your best friend and your dad doesn’t approve of him.

“Oh my god, I’m such a dumbass,” you said as he slipped the pearl ring onto the right finger for you.

“You’ll be alright, you dummy,” Bruce said.

You back handed his bicep and said, “you asshole, we were holding hands! They’re gonna think we’re engaged or married!”

He smiled and said, “the boys would be happy and don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“It’s probably too late already,” you said.

It was. The paparazzi were quick to sell the photos which eventually started the process for news sites/gossip sites to write the story and examine the photos for little details. It would be a nightmare but it’ll be easily cleared up in an interview which you’ll probably have to do.

15:30 EST. Avengers Tower, Manhattan.

“Congrats on your daughter getting engaged, Mr. Stark,” Peter said.

“What? What do you mean?” Tony questioned narrowing his eyes at the poor teenager.

“Oh- uh— ummm, I thought that Y/n and B-Bruce—,” Peter said getting nervous.

“If you say Wayne, you are no longer an Avenger,” Tony growled.

“Why can’t the poor kid say Wayne?” Natasha asked appearing into the hallway.

“Because I hate the Waynes and specifically Bruce Wayne,” Tony said.

“Wow, you’re already hating your future son in law?” Natasha teased and shooed away Peter.

Peter quickly escaped to safety. Natasha pulled one of the breaking news videos on her tablet and showed Tony. Tony is ready to start WWIII and it won’t be a pretty thing.

“Friday! Give the location on my daughter NOW!” Tony yelled.

“Which one, sir?” She asked.

“THE OLDEST!”

“Her phone is turned off,” Friday informed.

“Track Bruce Wayne,” Tony said.

“Seriously, Tony?” Natasha said.

“Y/n always has her phone on,” he said.

“Gotham Academy,” Friday said.

16:30 EST. Gotham Academy, Gotham, NJ.

Bruce and Damian were walking down the stairs at the front of the building. Ironman dropped down in front of them. Damian smirked and Bruce couldn’t be more annoyed. He immediately put a hand in front of his son. It might be for Damian’s protection or Tony’s.

“I didn’t propose to her, Stark,” Bruce said.

“Where is she?!” Tony asked.

“She should be at her apartment in Manhattan,” Bruce said. “Probably taking a nap.”

The nanite helmet came off and Tony has this look on his face that Bruce knows all two well. Damian glared at Tony but Tony can’t be bothered by him. He doesn’t know where you are.

“Did you walk her up?” Tony asked.

“I carried in her shopping bags,” Bruce said. “And then I had to come back to Gotham.”

“Her phone is off and on the counter. I checked. She isn’t there,” Tony said.

22:00 EST. Scarecrow’s Hideout, Gotham, NJ.

“No, Daddy! Please don’t! P-Please don’t kill him!” You cried out.

It freaked Tony out. You’re terrified. You had been kidnapped and dosed with some psychotic. And you keep calling him. You’re begging him not to kill someone but who?

“B-Bruce, d-don’t go,” you whimpered.

Batman pulled out the anti-venom for the fear toxin. He’s hopeful that it’s the most up to date as Scarecrow takes his time to perfect each variant. It should at least dim down your hallucinations.

“What are you doing?!” Tony yelled running to where you and Batman are in the warehouse.

“Get away! B-BRUCE!” You screamed seeing a scary monster with big fangs in front of you. “HELP!”

He injected you with the anti venom into your thigh like an epipen. He hates seeing people close to him go through their worst nightmares. He’s clearly a part of it.

Your dad attacked the Batman while the rest of the team handle the goons as well as Scarecrow. Batman is quick to dodge the attacks as your father is a bit sloppy in his technique.

“I’m trying to help, Tin-Can,” Batman hissed.

Nightwing quickly came to your aid and fought off goons with Black Widow.

-on the quinjet. Not taken off yet.

“Bruce,” you cried for.

“You should call the billionaire,” Natasha suggested.

Tony huffed. However, Batman came aboard. He could careless about the others. You’re calling his name. He crouched down in front of you and took off the cowl in front of you.

“Bruce,” you whispered.

You went into his arms and cried in relief as he held you tightly. The others turned to see that Bruce Wayne is Batman. It’s shocking especially for Tony. He’s always thought so low of Bruce Wayne. He thought Bruce was just like him before becoming ironman. But it all had been a show for Bruce to put on.

“D-Don’t leave me,” you begged Bruce.

“I’m right here,” he said softly.

“I- I— I c-can’t lose you,” you whimpered.

You’re holding onto him so tightly. You don’t want to let go of him. Tony could tell this. Bruce means a lot to you and probably more than your father will know.

“Shhhh, breathe, Honey,” he said.

Bucky came over with a blanket and put it over you. Bruce helped wrapped it around you.

“You should get seated,” Bucky said.

Bruce scooped you up and sat down on the bench.

“You know you look like shit,” Tony said.

Of course he does. He’s bleeding. He’s got bruising on his face. It’s all because of Tony using his metal fists to beat him. He’s only human.

The jet took off to the upstate compound. Bruce kept you close and reassured you that he’s okay and that he has you.

08:00 EST. Avengers Compound, Medbay, New York.

“Hi,” Bruce said when you opened up your eyes.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked seeing that you’re shaking a little.

You nodded your head looking at him. He’s in a black Avengers issued hoodie. His hair isn’t styled like how it usually is. He’s patched up and makeup isn’t covering his bruises. He’s sitting in a swivel stool right at your bedside.

“You’re really Batman?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said.

You smiled and said, “I knew it.”

Bruce chuckled. He stood up from his seat. He leaned over the bed railing and kissed your forehead.

“Can I go home with you, Mr. Batman?” You asked.

“I don’t think your father would like that,” he said.

“Screw him,” you said jokingly.

“Excuse me?” Tony said walking in with Alfred behind him.

“Master Bruce, I brought you a suit so you can change out of those awful clothes,” Alfred said.

“That is rude,” Tony said.

“My sincerest apologies, I do not care,” Alfred said.

You laughed seeing your dad’s face. Bruce thanked Alfred.

“I’ll be right back, Darling,” Bruce said.

Alfred and him headed off. Alfred went off back to the car while Bruce went into the bathroom to get changed. He put his batsuit in the black suit protector and he covered what bruises he could with makeup. Only the Avengers who went on the rescue mission to get you and Dr. Cho know about his alter ego.

“I still don’t like him,” Tony said.

“That’s a lie,” you said.

“You really like him, don’t you?” your dad asked.

“Yeah, he makes me really happy, Daddy,” you said.

“You know he’s got like 20 kids,” he said.

“So do you,” you sassed. “They just aren’t legally yours and most are fully grown.”

“Maybe we can all go out to dinner or something,” Tony said.

“I’d like that,” you said.

Bruce came into the room and Tony turned his head to see the billionaire fresh faced— no longer sporting any nasty bruises.

“What happened to the bruises?” Tony asked.

“Concealer,” Bruce said simply.

“Your butler brought you makeup?” Tony asked.

“I have a secret identity to protect, Stark,” Bruce said. “And no, he didn’t bring me any. It’s in my belt.”

You laughed and said, “your tool belt is like chick’s purse.”

Bruce smiled at you and said, “the boys would laugh at that.”

“Wait,” you said connecting the dots. “Damian isn’t Robin, is he?”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Bruce said.

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I have a request with Nat x reader. It’s a party at the compound and nobody has ever seen Nat drunk but this night she was completely gone like blackout drunk. So you end up having to carry her to her room and take care of her but she accidentally admits her love for you, you end up sleeping on the armchair in the room and in the morning you wake up to a Nat that’s throwing up on the floor, at first she don’t remember shit but later during the day she remembered what she said and gets really flustered and embarrassed but it ends I fluff reader admits her love for Nat to

Title: Drunken Confessions

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: alcohol

a/n: thank you for the request! happy reading <3

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Everyone knew Tony Stark loved the glamour of his extravagant parties often threw in the Avengers tower. Everyone also knew that while everyone else got batshit drunk, the black widow never got even slightly tipsy after several rounds of drinking games when everyone else was drunk enough to strip to their undergarments and start pole dancing. She always only watched with a hint of amusement glinting in her emerald eyes

That led to the bet going on amongst the other Avengers, Tony threw in a solid 500 dollars to whoever got Natasha drunk while the others put in smaller amounts. Thor had been lurking around with a smug grin for a whole 5 minutes since the party had started, you had no doubt that he’d been up to no good and opted not to touch the alcohol at the bar for tonight.

Spotting a certain redhead, you sidled up to the bar in your new dress that you definitely haven’t bought to impress her and new heels that again, you definitely didn’t buy to awe her. “Someone put in effort for tonight’s party” Natasha said, dropping her gaze to your heels and all the way up until she met your eyes “trying to impress someone?” she winked teasingly. Damn it, were you that obvious “Steve maybe?” she pressed, seating yourself on one of the rotatable, red leather stools you laughed “I don’t swing that way”

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement “me neither” she said. You turned to look at her so quickly that you thought you may have given yourself whiplash “Then…You and Bruce?” you asked cautiously “there’s a reason that didn’t work out” she said, taking a sip of her martini and sending her glass a peculiar look “you’re new?” she asked the bartender “no ma’am I’ve been working here for three years” Natasha’s lips formed into a silent ‘oh’ and you stifled a laugh

After a few more glasses of alcohol, Natasha was clearly very drunk, the rest of the avengers who hadn’t seen Thor’s expression of obvious smugness had drunk the alcohol unknowingly too and Tony and Steve were challenging each other to a dance off. In their boxers. You watched with amusement and second-hand embarrassment. Meanwhile, the Russian that was the heart of all this chaos was standing across the room apparently having an argument with Clint about whether the walls are green or red. The walls are white. Then it suddenly clicked in your mind, the only alcohol that could get her so shockingly drunk, Asgardian liquor

Of course, why hadn’t you thought about it before. Thor was incredibly competitive even if he didn’t look it. You continued sitting aside from all the havoc erupting on the party floor taking tentative sips from the water you’d brought, keeping an eye on Natasha before she does something stupid. Normally that was her job, unbeknownst to you, Natasha always looked out for you during Tony’s parties, knowing your alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly high.

Glancing at the clock, you could see that it was almost 3 in the morning and the noises had died down and all the Avengers were splayed out on the couch only half awake, Natasha was half laid half seated on two bar stools barely keeping herself upright. Deciding that you really didn’t want her to fall off and give herself a concussion, you tugged at her sleeve “come on Nat, we’re going back to your bedroom” she smirked at you with her painted lips which were normally perfect but tonight, they were slightly smudged, you liked the look on her though

“Bedroom? Getting frisky already y/l/n?” you raised your eyebrows while helping her off the chair and draping your jacket around her shoulders “getting concerned about how drunk you are” you corrected. Natasha hummed and after a few steps let her head slump onto your shoulder, you were half supporting and half carrying her but you were glad she wasn’t sober right now because your heart was probably going a million miles a minute, her hair smelt so nice, her tresses were gently tickling your neck

Caught up in your thoughts you had to abruptly steer Natasha towards her bedroom before she walked directly into a wall. Practically dumping her onto the bed with a huff from the exertion of dragging her all the way back to her room, you pulled off her heels and hung up the jacket “I love y/n, don’t you think she’s just so pretty, she’s so smart too and how she fights, it’s soooo hot” she slurred and your cheeks heated up.

You were ready to dismiss it as a hallucination, you had feelings for the redhead, you’d been harboring them for a good 2 months because you thought they’d never be reciprocated. But Natasha turned to you “do you think she likes me too?” she asked “yeah, yeah I’m sure she does” you whispered. Natasha seemed to hear it, she sighed contentedly and let her eyes close. Making your way out of the room, you heard her say “stay” it was barely a whisper but you heard it and you could never refuse her

So you slumped onto her chair with your chin supported by the heel of your hand just appreciating how gorgeous she looked even blackout drunk, ginger hair all over the place and smudged makeup. It sounded creepy but you were really just taking the advantage of being able to stare at her now before she’s sober again tomorrow and your act of indifference had to come up again.

You didn’t know at what point you fell asleep but you woke up to Natasha rushing to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. Hastily pulling her hair back into a ponytail, you rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. She glanced up at you when she was done and flushed the toilet “why are you here?” she asked while rinsing her mouth in the sink and holding a hand to her head while wincing. You tried to hide your disappointment, last night it was the alcohol speaking, not her, it didn’t even make sense that she would remember it, really. “you couldn’t stay on your feet on your own, let alone walk back to your room, I wanted to make sure you were okay so I slept in that armchair” you gestured to the armchair at the corner of her room

“You didn’t have to do that” she said “but I’m glad you did, thank you” sending you a tired smile. You squeezed her shoulder “I’m gonna go make some breakfast you want some?” you asked at her doorway “please” she said while removing the makeup from the night before. You nodded and made your way to the kitchen

Once you step foot in the kitchen, you saw Thor with a triumphant smile on his face and the rest of the Avengers grumbling, you slapped a 50 dollar note on the table, shaking your head amusedly as you passed by. Thor’s grin widened further as he stuffed the money into his pocket. There were pancakes in the pan, courtesy of Wanda most probably. You put two each on separate plates, slathering Nutella on yours and drizzling syrup on Natasha’s. you made some coffee and poured out two mugs

When you came back to the table, Natasha was already seated wearing a hoodie, one of yours you realized with a skip of your heartbeat, and sweatpants. Setting the plate and mug of coffee in front of her, you took a seat and dug in.

It was only in the afternoon when you and Natasha were working on reports that her cheeks suddenly went pink and she stared at you with an expression of mortification. You frowned at her sudden distress and walked over to her “what’s wrong?” you asked, genuinely concerned. “last night, what I said, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn’t, I mean, I do feel that way, but if you don’t it’s completely understandable and I-” you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers, the feeling of her lips against yours was heavenly, they were soft and tasted like her vanilla and cherry chapstick.

“I love you too” you whispered slightly dazed from the fact that you’d just kissed Natasha and that she hadn’t pulled away “show me how much” she said and kissed you again.

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