#or maybe Jason manages to get away and all Brucie is left with is the memory of his supposedly dead son

[dairy-farmer]

I fear this may not be coherent but..

what about something like momager Tim? he takes one look at the Robin stuff and goes yeah I don't think that's for me. he still finds a way to march into Bruce's life and turn it upside down. of course he's not stepping on Alfred's toes, Alfred is running the manor wonderfully but someone needs to delve into the uglier parts of Bruce's life and there's not a whole lot of dignity left for the person who takes the job

so it's Tim that sits in the cave and diligently cleans the blood and muck from the suit and the car. he sits, still and patient when Bruce rages and tears the room apart in his fury and he is the one to clean the glass and arrange everything. Alfred treats Tim like his little helper sometimes, tries to redirect the boy into the kitchen for some cookies before sending him away but Tim is earnest and he'll just come back inside through the side door.. or the patio... and one time Alfred could have sworn he emerged from the attic? Bruce and Alfred start to expect his presence, even though they have vastly different reactions. Alfred eventually stops trying to shield him and just accepts the help. He sends Tim in to Bruce's room when he's hungover to tend to him. He doesn't realize that Tim has taken to bathing Bruce when the man is too tired to sit up. Tim picks out his outfit and does his tie and hijacks his phone/computer to start organizing his schedule. Tim even ties Bruce's shoes! He makes those protein shakes that Alfred always sighs about just the way Bruce likes. He stays up into the wee hours of the morning in the cave with Bruce when Batman refuses to sleep until he gets a few more cases done.

Tim starts to leave out newspapers about corruption and corporate fuckery and all the ways Gotham needs Bruce Wayne just as much as it needs Batman. He convinces Bruce to start going to the office again. Sometimes Tim even goes with him! Bruce has grown so paranoid that he doesn't even rely on a personal assistant anymore so he just expects Tim to pick up the slack like he always does! Tim schedules meetings and sends emails and takes care of all the busy work so Bruce can just relish in his parents legacy for a while.

Tim even convinces Bruce to start attending parties and galas again. He finds little ways to make it enjoyable like surprising Bruce with a new foreign car in the driveway or sending him somewhere with a reputation for the best liquor. But he soon learns that there's something else that Bruce is motivated by... see Brucie has always had a bit of a reputation as a spectacle when he's drunk. he's got that "mind your daughters around Brucie" reputation. and of course Tim notices Bruce has a thing for barely legal girls! (sure, there's something to be said about how soft and supple a youthful body is but there's something about how they're barely adults, how they think they've got the world figured out but oh how quickly they capitulate to a man that takes control... some call it bedroom eyes but Bruce calls it take control eyes) sooooo Tim starts finding parties where the most gorgeous, barely legal girls are!! Tim even makes a little Bruce sex schedule! it's just one more area for Tim to manage for Bruce's holistic recovery :)) totally healthy right

and Bruce really does start to get better. Dick and Jason even start to come around more and Damian finds his place in the family too. They all think it's a little weird at first that Bruce has got this teenager running after him with snacks and a to-do list but no one knows where Bruce is or what kind of mood he's in like Tim does.

Eventually, Bruce starts trying to get Tim to slow down, to have breakfast or movie night with everyone. But Tim's always got his hands full and a million things on his mind so he's always rushing away (leaving them wanting maybe 😉)

until finally, Tim realizes that Bruce needs one last thing to tie him to the manor, to his family, to Gotham, etc... and he gets to announce his pregnancy just a few weeks after he turns eighteen!!

yessss!!!! ❤️❤️❤️😩😩😩😩👀👀👀👀👀👀💯💯💯💯😩😩😩😩😩!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the one thing i truly love and something that often gets overlooked is how much tim DIDN'T want to be robin. one of the things about him is that he's in incredibly humble boy from very normal and mundance origins who honestly didn't believe this was something he had the chops to do. tim was only planning to be robin until 18 and then returning to normal life but in a universe where he looks at robin and just shakes his head- throwing himself head first into the stage crew aspect of it all????

mwah! mwah! mwah! it is perfect!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but one thing i love about tim here is that he very clearly is someone very much rooted and logic and reality, so he doesn't see anything "wrong" or "inappropriate" with what he's doing or helping with because they're just things that need to get done.

he sees bruce at his lowest, weakest, and most pathetic- and he doesn't even blink to kneel down in the pool of vomit and help pickup bruce who reeks of alcohol. someone needs to clean up this mess and bruce.

i think, fundamentally, tim recognizes that bruce needs as much support pillars propping up as he can get. so that's what tim sets out to do. in order for batman to get back to his job and performing his role, he needs bruce to be better and capable of doing it.

now tim will NOT be going out in the streets to break his bones and bruise his body. that's not what he wants and that's not what he signed up for. he signed up for managing bruce.

he signed up for getting him back on track and keeping him there. bruce doesn't want to get out of bed to choose what he'll wear so tim will do that for him. all the 'cumbersome' little details that a person needs to do to exist are fulfilled by tim. and all bruce has to be is the body/zombie that allows him to do them.

tim litterally shaves bruce's morning beard for him. he spends hours researching male grooming. tim will sit on the bed while bruce sits on the floor between his legs so tim can style his hair and prepare him for the day.

it's very much a flipped parent-child relationship. where tim is the parent and in many ways 'raising' bruce by providing by his physical and emotional needs as well as managing his temper and tantrums. just like how a parent will prepare their child to engage and participate in society, this is exactly what tim is doing with bruce.

so the term 'momager' could not be more fitting!!! in fact it perfectly explains tim's dynamic with bruce where he is both his manager and mother.

i also love this immediate 'secretive' aspect where it's clear that alfred has no idea just how deeply devoted tim is to this role.

like if bruce is either too drunk or injured to care for himself then tim will take over. bruce just makes it far enough into the cave to slump over tim's much smaller body who grunts at the weight but immediatly gets to work. getting bruce out of his suit or clothes and into a tub with warm soapy water. sometimes bruce will wake up and blink at tim who is gently scrubbing his hair and softly scratching at his scalp. just the thought of young tim scrubbing the much larger and older bruce clean. maybe bruce even gets an erection a few times while tim is touching him. some odd combination or a biological reaction coupled with this bone-deep loneliness that bruce feels after jason's death. maybe bruce is dozing off or maybe he quietly watches as tim's soapy hand enters the water and jacks him off until he's grunting end releasing. white cum that shoots into the water and silently sinks to the bottom of the tub, it gets dragged down the drain when the tub is emptied, carrying the evidence of what occurred there.

bruce growing so dependent on tim for his day-to-day functions. he's like one of those old-timey nobles who can't even dress themselves, he needs tim there every step of the way.

this makes tim's transition as bruce's public personal assistant all the more logical. because bruce, at this point, doesn't see tim as his own person- he sees him as an extension of his will. which tim has no problem with.

so tim navigating emails, phonecalls, and just managing every aspect of bruce's life so that he has the most free time and the least amount of stress foisted onto him.

since tim is in charge of bruce's professional life that means he's in charge of his personal life. tim purchases christmas and birthday presents on bruce's behalf and sends them off. he even learns how to sign bruce's signature so no one questions it.

so dick slowly edging back to the manor like '....hey, that thing you sent me for christmas it was....i didn't think you even remembered that i liked that stuff...'

so tim repairing bruce's personal relationships while he's at it because having dick and later jason and damian make him happier. it makes him more stable. it makes him a better batman.

there's this idea that bruce has to be miserable and dark to be the best batman but tim knows that's bullshit because a miserable and dark batman isn't batman at all. it's just an asshole in a suit taking his anger out on everything around him.

but tim delving more and more in. he ropes bruce into galas even though they always put him in a sour mood. but tim figures out a way to spin them to make them fun for him. bruce may be batman but at his heart he's still a man with a taste for fine things.

alcohol, cars, clothes, women.

tim has been trying to reduce and control bruce's alcohol intake so that's out. tim uses very bit of his civilian connections to make bruce a 'test' driver for the newest cars. tim keeps doing it when he sees how bruce's eyes light up like a kid on christmas the first time he sees what they'll be driving to the gala while wearing the most finely tailored suit.

bruce hates having to take dates. he hates navigating the 'why didn't you call me back?' questions, he hates buying chocolates and flowers. bruce didn't want a girlfriend. that's not the kind of man he was. it was ironic because tim saw how bruce was, at his core, someone who wanted desperately to be loved but rarely knew or wanted to put in the effort to get it. but more than the desire for connection- bruce had a desire to control and possess. to lord over someone.

that's where the barely legal girls came in. freshly 18 and cocky. they thought they had the whole world figured out and in the palm of their hands just because they wore dresses that were a little tighter or shorter than normal. bruce LOVED them. he loved fucking them until they were panting and whining messes, reducing them down to little sobbing piles of cum and trembling limbs as they begged him for more. it was a clash of egos. bruce a player who got finer with age like whiskey in a barrel and young girls who were high off youth and their belief that feminine wiles made them master manipulators.

bruce loved women liked that. selina and talia were his favorites but as they grew older they...out grew bruce. bruce loved fucking young girls who thought they could trick him into marrying them or scamming them out of his money.

it stroked bruce's ego to feel like he was outsmarting or one-upping someone. so tim made sure every party included a handful of socialite climbers and wannabe gold diggers. tim makes friends with them and they connect him to their friends and those friends connect him to other friends and now tim has an endless amount of girls he can use to pad the numbers in parties so that bruce goes home happier. not just that but the other single (and even some married) men are much much happier with these galas. things sort of work out for everyone in the end, tim even has mailbox full of wedding invitations for the girls who ended up succeeding in their goal to marry rich. he'd make sure to send them nice gifts since his schedule was packed with attending to bruce and -more recently- his sons as well.

it was incredible what a few birthday cards could do for the relationship between a father and his sons.

soon bruce...mellows out. he settles down. he hasn't been harsh or berating to tim in years. if anything he's more affectionate and kind, always holding tim's waist or trying to tug him into his lap.

he wants tim to join him for dinner or a movie with the family (which tim personally doesn't think would work since the dates bruce offered were all nights where the rest of the family would be occpied). but even with bruce's pleads and requests tim's work is still never ending.

until one day. he's sitting at his desk. typing up his reports as he always does. he's doing his monthly psychological evaluation for bruce and he realizes that it's been almost a YEAR since bruce made a single unstable decision. he hasn't gotten hurt, he hasn't gotten in trouble with the law. his diet is better, he's all but given up drinking except for the occasional toast or holiday drink. bruce's public reputation is the best it's ever been what with tim's new system for allocating funds for specific charities. bruce's relationship with his family has improved by leaps and bounds and tim hasn't seen alfred appear so light in...ever.

bruce is finally in a good place. crime is the lowest it's been in centuries what with bruce and all of his children each splitting up a chunk of gotham so there can always be a bat present. arkham is being shut down a newer, better funded psychiatric hospital is being built on an artificial island just out of gotham bay. maybe once out of the range of gotham soil some of the crazy will settle down.

bruce is, on paper, doing better than ever.

but there's something missing...

tim would like to believe that bruce could be content without a wife and children. he has plenty of children but... but he quietly whisper to tim about how saw he was to have never held a baby. to have never known what it was like to be woken up by cries, to have potty trained a baby, or taut someone...everything. to have had a hand in their development as a person from the very beginning.

psychologically bruce is in a good place for a child. so tim looks at adoption agencies with fresh newborns looking for homes.

but then...he considers something else.

another way. it's just another way of keeping bruce on the straight and narrow, making sure he doesn't stray from the manor or gotham.

tim has always known he'd give all of himself to bruce. he's known that he would always be just another part of that man, another Batarang in his arsenal. a beloved little tool if he should be so daring.

it's hardly a sacrifice.

tim stops taking his birth control. the one he started so his menstration wouldn't get in the way of his job in helping bruce.

how ironic that it was now something that would help with bruce.

tim comes to bruce in the night, already wet and prepared. he lets the thin cotton pajamas slip off him as bruce stares at him from his bed, eyes dark with lust.

he moans and whispers things in tim's ear, telling him about how he'd been waiting for tim to come to him. tim arches into every thrust, returning every one of bruce's grunts with a sweet in return.

bruce never put on a condom and tim never offered him one. it makes sense that bruce would want to fuck tim without anything between them, there'd never been barriers between them anyway.

tim whines as bruce pushes his cock in so deep he can feel it in his lungs.

bruce's cum feels so much hotter than he remembers when it spills inside him, overflowing in his cunt. as a kid he remembered feeling bruce release strings of cum and soaking his fingers when he'd give him a sponge bath.

tim shakes and trembles, his heart steadying as bruce hugs him tight and kisses his cheeks while purring and murmuring praises.

a few weeks later and tim presents a positive test to a very satisfied bruce who immediatly pulls the car over and fucks tim until he can't move out of the backseat.

bruce's reputation and tendency for barely legal teenagers and their fresh, young cunts means tim's age is barely even a foot note in the paper when it gets out that tim is pregnant.

the rest of the family is very satisfied with dick already cupping tim's invisible bump and cooing. both jason and damian are awkward but tim feels their eyes linger on him. he notices how much more gentle damian becomes how jason is always at tim's side when he's out and running his errands for bruce and the family.

but tim likes it. even when he was in charge of every part of bruce's life he never quite managed to insert himself into the family. not until he was pregnant and growing bigger everyday.

jason makes jokes about the baby being as big and fat as bruce and tim chuckles until he remembers that bruce was born a whopping 11lbs and 3oz. the thought is soothed by damian's reassurance that he was born a manageable 7lbs and 2oz.

(it ends up being a good middle ground with the baby being born at 9lbs and 6oz.)

bruce helps more. well, more than he did before. tim still ties his ties and chooses his outfits, he still accompanies bruce to galas where bruce refuses to let him go while stroking his front and the just barely visible bump.

and he still sighs happily as tim gently washes his hair for him while he's in the tub.

bruce's expression is slack and relax, contentment pulling at the edges as a foamy lather or soap drips down to his shoulders and in the water.

and tim is happy to do it. to care for and look out for bruce.

it's his job afterall.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[frostbittenbucky]

Bruce Wayne

The Batman

The Dark Knight

Worlds Greatest Detective

Had fucked up

Bruce Wayne isn’t a slob, he’s not lazy- he is the complete opposite of his persona “Brucie Wayne”, who is a lazy pampered prince. But Bruce Wayne? Never.

So after Bruce finishes a snack he washes his dishes like any civilized human would do- or else Alfred would have some very choice words and some very petty actions towards him. It’s a simple task, take off his rings, run the water, apply the soap, scrub then rinse.

Simple.

But someone tell Bruce how the hell he managed to drop his ring down the drain? And someone tell Bruce why the didn’t stop for a moment and think before shoving his hand down the drain?

He fucked up. Now he’s stuck. But Bruce Wayne is a genius, he can get himself out of this silly situation. So he tries pulling... and pulling... and pulling. Ok, next option, lubricant. Soap will do. So Bruce proceeds to pour a generous amount of soap around his hand, he moves it around to make sure it’s coated, then he pulls. And pulls. Ok so next move.

What’s the next move?

He groaned loudly, thinking how utterly ridiculous and stupid this situation is. “Ok... dammit,” he muttered to himself. He decided to reach for his phone and-

Shit. It’s on the kitchen island directly behind him, where it’s just out of his reach. Why did he do that? Oh right, because he got water in his speaker last time. Right. Perfect. Wonderful.

“Alfred?” He called out, “Alfred, Damian are you still here?” No response. Shitshitshitshitshitgodammitshitshit.

Maybe he can reach his phone? He thought. So with all his grace he leaned towards to island, swishing at the air in hopes his phone would magically come into his hand. Nah.

Leg, his leg might reach. It’s longer than his arm, and his can get some torso length in there. Lifting his leg and leaning his body out he kicks at the counter, his brows furrowed. Fuck. Bruce is very flexible, but his leg and torso are extended to the fullest human capacity, and fuck why are these countered so spaced out?!

Bruce pulls his body back and lays his forehead on the cold countertop, trying to push down the rage that’s building up in his chest. This is stupid. This is so fucking stupid. “Is anybody home? Stephanie? Jason? Ca- not you, Titus,” He lifted his head from the counter and looked to his right, and there Titus stood in front of Bruce, wanting to investigate the noise. Seeing nothing interesting Titus tilted his head and gave a “boof” before turning out and leaving him to his own demise, “no wait,” Bruce reached out for the dog who already made up his mind.

So there he stood.

Bruce Wayne

The Batman

The Dark Knight

The Worlds Greatest Detective

Dumbass

Knowing he now has to swallow his pride and go into his next move, he groans loudly. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s called when it wasn’t anything life threatening. Sure, it’s rare, but it does happen. Plus, he always understands, and by now he knows the differences between help and help. But Bruce knew there would be consequences... because he isn’t scared of Bruce, all his intimidation tactics fall short, completely on deaf ears around him.

“Clark,” his voice sounded almost like a whine, his voice was a little hoarse from literally forcing the words past his lips, “if you’re not busy I need a hand.”

Just as soon as his finished his sentence Clark was stood in front of him, flannel, glasses, and cowboy boots, “howdy.” Bruce closed his eyes at Clark’s greeting, then opened them to send him a hard glare, “what’s seems to be the problem, Bruce?” A wide and knowing grin spread across Clark’s face. X-ray vision. No explanation needed. Sure friends help friends in their times of need. But best friends? Oh yea, Bruce had to earn his help by paying the high price of humiliation.

“Just hand me my phone, Clark,” pointing at the device just out of reach.

A shocked and confused looked replaced Clark’s smile, “oh, this? This phone right here?” He also pointed, walking to grab the device, “you don’t happen to have Face ID do you?”

“No, I w-“ It was a lie. Clark know had opened his phone just by turning it to Bruce’s face. A sigh left his body, was this price worth his freedom? Probably not.

“Hold on, B, I’m not dressed properly. This is a rescue after all,” and just in a blink of an eye Superman now stood in front of a tired looking Bruce, having no choice of his front vow seat the shit show that was about to unfold. Clark lifted the phone and snapped a couple selfies with Bruce, grinning his charming smile that the world adored him for. Bruce looked like a hungover raccoon, putting it kindly.

“Are your done? Just get me out and I’ll buy you a horse or something.”

“Aw, you do care. I knew you were listening when I told you about that pony farm,” Clark didn’t bother to look up from the phone, tapping away at the screen, “oh Bruce, your groupchat is named ‘family’?”

His eyes widen, “don’t you da-“

“-Isn’t Dick a firefighter? I think that he’s better for this job,” Clark announced, taking a seat on the island that just out of reach, “I hope you understand Mr. Wayne, I’m glad to offer help but them seems like a job for our local emergency service.”

“If you call 911,” Bruce growled, gritting his teeth together, leaning towards the other man and close as possible, “I swear.”

Scoffing, Clark waves him off, “of course not, why would I waste a 911 operators time? There’s people who need real help out there. I’m calling Dick directly.” Once again, is the price of freedom worth it?

————-

“Fireman Dick Grayson reporting for duty!” Cried his oldest child with two other firman following close behind, “hey pops I h- is that Superman?” He faked a gasped, clutching his chest.

The group chat had blown up by now. A series of text and FaceTime calls followed shortly after.

Damian: “Tt. Father this is utterly disappointing”

Bruce: “Sorry to be disappointing, kiddo”

Stephanie: “lmfaoooo I’m coming over. Be there in 10 don’t escape until I get there”

Jason: *screenshot of the photo of Superman and Bruce posted on Twitter with the caption: “when your dad panics and calls Superman”

Jason: *another screenshot of a multitude of replies along the lines, “what are you doing step bro?” “What are your doing Superman?”*

Duke: “the mighty Batman has finally met his match. A kitchen sink”

Cassandra: “😆😆😂🤣😬🤔🧠🤷🏻‍♀️💕💕💗💓💖”

Bruce: “thank you, Cassandra. I think.”

Stephanie: “imma do a live when I get there 🤣”

Tim: “you know we’re not going to let you live this down right b?”

Dick: “dumbasssssss”

Dick: “don’t worry B I’ll be there to rescue you shortly”

Bruce: “I can unadopt all of you.”

Alfred: “master Bruce, please word yourself properly. “Unadopt” isn’t a real word.”

Bruce: “Sorry, Alfred.”

So now that official rescue crew has arrived he expected this to be a quick and professional release. Nah. Dick, his oldest, his light in the dark, his son, his baby boy, is an asshole.

Dick started taking his own selfies with Bruce and Superman. Dick and Clark wore bright smiles, full of perfect teeth and glimmering eyes. Bruce, again, looked like a mess. He was wearing an old shirt, old sweatpants, no makeup on, his hair an untamed, scattered, frizzy mess. He should’ve conditioned, but he wasn’t expecting to go out today or have any photos done today.

The price of freedom is high, but not worth it.



#Bruce Wayne #batdad #superman #Clark kent #batman #Batfam #my post #I just want to make people laugh tbh #also I’m tired of Bruce seeming so perfect #I want him to do stupid things and make small mistakes #and I want more Clark terrorizing Bruce #also no I’m not editing this I’m lazy #dick Grayson #Cassandra Cain #duke Thomas #Stephanie brown #Jason Todd #Tim drake #Damian Wayne

[vagrantblvrd]

So, uh.

How ‘bout that AU where Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark went to a boarding school or, idk, some Young Rich Kid Thing years ago and have this ~frenemies thing going on?

Because heirs to their respective empires/legacies who end up in the superhero business.

The press thinks they’re rivals/frenemies and such? Which in all honesty they should be?

But nah.

(But maybe?)

In reality they heckle the shit out of each other and stage “hostile takeovers” and whatnot because things are slow and boring, or they need to train up new people to handle serious attempts and anyway.If they manage to succeed it just means there’s a WE branch in that city or SI in this one and anyway.

It’s entertaining as hell watching the pres trying to make sense of it?

But also the superhero Thing and late night calls where it’s clear the other one Knows but coming out and admitting it would spoil the fun, but anyway, okay, anyway.

Sometimes Bruce gets packages with new gear/tech that have the Si logo on them somewhere - discreet-like, but also where Bruce knows to look. Or Tony gets a gift or someone taps JARVIS on the shoulder like psst, hey, you should take a look at this, and oh, hey, something nefarious is brewing and Tony best nip that nonsense in the bud before it blows up in his face.

Clark is convinced Bruce cannot stand this Tony Stark character? But then there’s some party or an expo and Bruce has to attend, and Clark goes (as Bruce’s ~date or in capacity as a reporter or just to fuck with Bruce for the hell of it) and is like oh.

Because to anyone who doesn’t know better it sure as hell looks like Bruce cannot stand Tony? But he’s got a real smile on his face, no horribad Brucie facade, seems glad to see him?

(And look, he doesn’t know Tony well, but he’s interviewed the man before and the smiles he sees on Tony’s face while talking to Bruce aren’t the same ones he gave Clark during that interview.)

AND THEN.

There’s the matter of Bruce’s kids and Tony’s kids and Bruce’s no, pls no, at the mere thought of them meeting?

But of course they do, because his kids are all horrible little gremlins and Tony’s got this mixed bag - Parker’s charmingly polite, but then there’s Keener and oh, God, the rest - and Bruce is like *SIGH* because the world will never be the same again???

Also, though, also.

Bruce’s kids when they’re with the Titans and Tony’s on the west coast at the time, you know - convenient that - and oh, God, the horror? (The horror.)

Especially when he finds plans for iron man suits in Robin’s colors???

There are so many over the years, and when his kids outgrow Robin there are suit designs for Nightwing, and armor or Red Hood - where did Bruce think Jason got the fancy helmet from, you know? Ra’s? Talia? Pfft. Red Robin and he knows Oracle’s got a line to Tony and JARVIS and whoever else for Steph and Cass and whoever.

(Armor at the very least, if they refuse a full suit and Bruce is like *SIGH* but it’s not like he’s going to turn something like that down, you know? Tony makes the best and it’s sticking point on the business side of things at times, a good reason for that division of WE to be better, dammit, although outsiders think it’s a business thing and nothing personal at all, and anyway.)

Yes.

Tony forever trying to ~woo Bruce’s kids away because they’re all so fucking smart?

But then there’s Tim, and Tony remembers the Drakes, okay. Wondered what happened to that kid he met at some party once upon a time, heard about the everything that left young Timothy without a mother and father badlyinjured and -

Bruce.

Also, okay, also.

Sometime after the everything with Jason, and Tony being in no position to help Bruce out, but then JARVIS tells him Batman’s got himself a new sidekick and really, Bruce, really.

Got to put in more work if you’re going to do the secret identity thing because that’s obviously the Drake kid - thank god you gave him tights, but come on, man, are you serious with all this?

And then the moment Tim’s anywhere near the west coast Tony has to check in on this kid and is like *_* because he’s the perfect little sarcastic brat and oh, Bruce, where do you find these kids?

But no, don’t tell Tony he can handle only so many tragic backstories before his morning coffee and anyway, about time you old bastard.

(Because Jason and Bruce’s guilt and everything.)

But then fast forward to Tony in New York and Tim’s there for a Thing for WE and Tony >:)))))))))))))) because he’s going to steal Tim for SI, don’t think he won’t, Wayne.

And then other shenanigans, I guess?

The Avengers being all ??? at this kid in the Tower who isn’t Peter or Harley and Tony trying to sell him on an armored suit of his own - grappling hooks are so yesterday, you know? Tony’s suits are so much better, and anyway, did he mention the flying thing?

Because it is awesome, Tim, trust him.

Tim is just *eyeroll* because Tony’s not wrong, but the whole metal suit doesn’t lend itself incredibly well to the whole...terror that flaps in the night thing or whatever the Bats have going for them???

(Tony takes that as a challenge because he can so make a stealth armor, just watch him, Tim.)

But anyway.

ALSO.

Tam being like.

NO. You can’t have him, he’s a nightmare, but he’s our nightmare, and then , idk, commiserating with Pepper and/or taking notes from Pepper and Tim and Tony are like oh, no, but also oh, yes, because Pepper is terrifying and her teaching Tam her tricks can only end well.

(Not for Tim, necessarily? But you know. In general.)

And then some party or gala or whatever and Bad Guys and the Avengers show up to save Tony and whoever?

And are ??? because Tony and Tim are like “Oh, no, after you I insist,” and “No, no, this is your city after all,” and so on because manners! And also superhero politics and really, the bad guys are hilariously bad at this and no one’s in any danger from them, and anyway.

Yes.

(Also. Tony being ridiculously charmed by Damian, okay. This little >:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( kid who clearly thinks Tony is at least three steps below slime he found on the bottom of his little batkid boot and oh, God, it’s like seeing young!Bruce before his kids ruined his life but in concentrated form and he cannot believe Bruce didn’t want the two of them to meet, Damian is a fucking delight, okay, as is Tony, and anyway. Yes.)

#batfam nonsense #avengers nonsense #crossover nonsense #bucky and jason bonding though #*_* #everyone else being oh no #because oh no #tim plotting with tony to make bruce's life miserable #like #job offers at SI that Bruce comes across and is like #*SIGH* #but also >:( no tony my kid! #you have yours #leave mine alone!!1! #idk #it's been a hell of a week #:D? #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post

[justcourttee]

Daminette Marinette accidental pregnancy reveal in front of the whole family

Love it. Daminette is golden. Hope you like it! @speedybakeryneckzipper

Uhm Surprise?

Marinette felt herself spiraling.

She sat in her apartment bathroom, her head buried into her hands in disbelief. They had finally done it. She was finally pregnant. Oh God, Damian was going to be so happy. Eight long months of trying and failing and here she was, sitting in a damp towel, tears of joy pouring down her face.

“Angel? Are you almost finished getting ready? You know how unreasonable Grayson gets when we are late for this cursed family night.”

Marinette wiped the tears from her face, standing as quietly as she could. The problem with marrying a former assassin was that he could always detect the slightest problems with his stupid hearing.

“I’m honestly just finishing up drying off. It’ll take another 15 at least to get dressed and put on some basic makeup.”

The pause on the other side of the door sent a shiver of fear through her spine. Maybe she hadn’t kept her voice level enough, maybe he could hear her excited undertones, maybe-

“Alright my love, but just know, you are risking the wrath of little Grayson as well.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at his nickname for Dick and Barbara’s child. He had only ever called his niece by name once, other than that, it was always little Grayson, or the spawn of satan. (Honestly though, from the stories they had told Marinette, maybe making him babysit the child was Dick’s revenge for Damian’s own childhood.)

She waited until she was sure he was no longer at the door before she released the quietest squeal she could manage. Maybe she would tell him after family night. After all, they were in every right to celebrate this victory together. . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Stepping out of the portal, Marinette didn’t even have the chance to detransform before she lost her stomach in Alfred’s shrubbery. Immediately, Damian was by her side, a wary look on his face as he did his best to hold back her hair from the assault.

“Are you alright angel? Portaling has never had that effect on you before.”

Marinette nodded as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, calling off the transformation.

‘So no portalling for the next few months. Noted.’

Pulling out a can of mints, Marinette swallowed three of them before breathing out a sigh of relief. Giving an okay to Damian, he pushed open the door, offering his arm for her to take.

“About damn time!”

Marinette sidestepped at the last second as Jason tackled Damian to the ground, putting him into a headlock as he ruffled her husband’s hair.

“You two lovebirds realize that you left me in an insufferable situation right? There’s like three kids and that’s not even counting Dickie bird.”

A vague ‘hey’ echoed through the hallways followed by laughter. Marinette shook her head as she tapped out for Damian, helping him up from the ground.

“So what Miraculous did you bring tonight Mari? I’m so ready for another spar.”

“I, uh, forgot. Yup.”

Jason narrowed his eyes at her.

“You guys didn’t drive up so that means you at least have Kaalki with you.”

“I do, but-”

“Great! We’ll practice my dodging later on.”

Jason slung his arms around the couple as he led them into the living room where several more faces sat, eagerly awaiting their arrival.

“And the last to the party, for the seventh week in a row, Mr. and Mrs. Damian Wayne! And the crowd goes wild!” Tim cupped his hands over his mouth as he exhaled loudly.

Before Damian could raise his fist, Marinette reached over, plucking the fresh bread from Tim’s plate, sending him a wink.

“We’re going for a new record.”

“I’ll say, you guys don’t even have kids yet. I can’t imagine how late you’ll be when you have a third one to dress Marinette.”

Damian grumbled under his breath as Marinette bit her lip hard, avoiding looking Tim in the eyes.

“What, no comeback? You’re slacking tonight Mari.”

Jason settled into the couch, gently kicking Tim in the back of the head in the process. For a second, all eyes were on her. She felt her face flush as she tried her best to hide behind Damian.

“She’s not feeling good tonight, but she came to make Grayson happy. Now leave her be or face my wrath.”

Tim and Jason let out a simultaneous ‘ooo’ before bursting into fits of laughter. Marinette saw Damian’s first begin to curl, but before he could completely close them, she forced her hand in between, intertwining their fingers. Instantly he relaxed as he leaned down to place a small kiss on her forehead.

“Who’s ready to party?” Two more faces joined the party as Stephanie and Barbara wondered in, each carrying a respective bottle of wine. “Brucie put the kids to bed, Dick is reading them a story, and we need to pregame before they come to stop us.”

“You seriously are going to pregame with wine?”

Jason raised his eyebrow at the two girls before shaking his head in disappointment.

“I thought I taught you both better than that.”

The pop of the cork made Marinette’s stomach flip. The smell was so potent. Had wine always smelt like this? She felt herself starting to gag as she tried to shove Tim’s slice of bread down before anything could come up.

“Hey! Marinette’s cheating! She’s eating bread before drinking.” Stephanie reached over in a playful manner, swatting at the piece of bread.

Marinette took a step back, but it was too quick of a movement as she felt all the blood rush to her head. Two sets of arms darted out as Stephanie and Damian caught her before she could hit the ground.

“Angel are you okay? You’re beginning to worry me.”

She couldn’t trust herself to speak so instead she nodded, holding up the half-eaten bread.

“Dude,” Stephanie slapped the back of Damian’s head, earning a growl from the man. “Why aren’t you feeding this tiny woman. If she passes out from lack of calories again, I’m sticking Cass on your ass.”

Jason snickered, earning a smack on the back of his head courtesy of Barbara.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up. They finally showed up Bruce! Can you believe your eyes?”

Bruce shook his head as Dick raced forward, encasing Marinette in a bone-crushing hug.

“Dick, not so hard, please.”

She didn’t mean to let the distress slip into her voice, but it was too late. Dick pulled back, his eyes narrowed in concern as he assessed her face. He opened his mouth and Marinette knew it was over. She braced herself for the words that were about to slip out but alas, nothing came. Instead, Barbara pulled him away, handing him a glass of wine and offering one to her.

“Oh, uhm, no thank you. I’m not feeling so good today.”

“Oh, c’mon Mari! Drink with us!”

A chorus of ‘yeah’s’ and ‘drink up’ rang through the room as they waited for her to accept the glass. Gently she took the drink from Barbara’s hands with a small smile. But it wasn't enough, they all stared at her, waiting for her to take the first sip. Nervously, she raised the glass to her lips, the smell overpowering her senses. The wine rose up to the edge of the glass as she tilted it back. It was so close to her lips, so close-

“I can’t!”

Jason stepped forward, crossing his arms as he narrowed in on the girl.

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Because why? It’s just wine.”

“Because I’m pregnant!” Instantly she slapped her hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. The room fell deadly silent, all eyes on her and Damian.

“Angel? Did you just say you’re pregnant?” She felt him gather her hand, gently tugging her so that she faced his hopeful face. She shrugged her shoulders as a sheepish smile tugged at her lips.

“Uhm, surprise?”

Damian pulled her into his chest as the group cheered behind them.

“Not wanting to spar, the portal sickness, the fainting, no wine? God, I’m so stupid.”

Marinette pulled back with a giggle as she placed a small kiss on the tear rolling down his cheek.

“No, way. Brucie, you’re going to be a grandpa, and Damian’s having a kid, big night huh?”

Jason nudged his side as Bruce pulled the couple into a hug, tears of his own falling.

“You know what this means Steph?” Jason nodded as Stephanie squatted by the bar pulling out a green bottle.

“I’m one step ahead of you. Champagne to celebrate the miracle baby of Demon Spawn and a literal Angel!”

Another chorus of cheers rang through the room as Damian rested his head on Marinette’s forehead.

“I’m going to be a dad?” his voice was quiet and lulling, his love-drunk face filling Marinette with so much warmth.

“I wanted to tell you later, away from the crazy. I should’ve known better.”

His laughter was short and loud, drawing curious looks from the rest of the room.

“I love you so much, Marinette Wayne.”

“And I love you so much more Damian Wayne.”

His face inched closer to hers as she closed her eyes waiting for a kiss that never came.

“So about that sparring?”

Marinette cracked open one eye to see Jason standing where Damian once had, her husband sprawled out on the ground, struggling to lift his brother’s foot off his chest

“Do you think demon spawn could wield the miraculous? Nine months is such a drag to go on without magical training.”

“Todd if you do not remove your foot from your chest I will chop it off and shove it down your throat!”

“Yeesh.” Jason shook his head before raising an eyebrow at Marinette. “You sure you want to have a kid with this dude?”

Marinette laughed as she watched her husband finally push Jason off sending him flying backward. Reaching down, she helped him up once more, a smile tearing across her face.

“Absolutely.”

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Gotham’s Salty WIP: Chapter II

CHAPTER I

RATING: T (Teen for cursing and stuff, this may change)

SUMMARY: 

Basically, the typical Daminette with a bit of lime and spice. Borderline crack fic bc i cant without humor. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes to Gotham whilst carrying three years worth of emotional baggage, what she does with it, we don't know. Does she lug it around? Probably. Does she kick it off a skyscraper? Not probable, but maybe. Does she use it to drop kick an unsuspecting liar. Most definitely.                ~~~> EDITED BY OLLIETHETURTLE ON AO3

Transferred from AO3. 

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   “Yeah, your signatures don’t line up…” says the man at the front desk. “You said your name was… Lila Rossi, right? I’m looking for a... Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

   “Present,” an amused Marinette announces.

   “No! There must have been a mistake. I personally talked to Brucie and his 4 sons, Jason Grayson, Tim Todd, Dick Drake and my precious Damibear!”

   “Yeah no. That 100% didn’t happen. 100%,” the somewhat peeved front desk attendant grins.

   “How dare you talk to Lila like that! What’s your name? Give me your manager's number!” Alya fumes in a french accent (A/N: total karen moment intentionally placed). 

   “My name is Andrew Winston, and my supervisor….”

   “Hey Andrew, what’s poppin!” says a voice. After observation one could say that said voice comes from a tall muscular man, with a white streak in his hair, wearing a leather jacket.

   “My blood vessels, Jason. My blood vessels. Why are you here? You weren’t supposed to be here today.”

    “Yeah, Dick broke his arm yesterday at home. He fell down the stairs. And since I am such an amazing brother, I decided that I would fill in for him today!”

   “You were forced,” concludes Andrew as he scratches out Lila’s name off the previously mentioned thicc stack of papers with a black marker. 

   “Yup.”

   “This is the class you are supposed to caddy around WE. And they seem to be a bit peeved right now.”

   Jason sighs, “Ok. what’s the issue…”

   “They are saying that Lila Rossi, here” Andrew points to Lila, then looks down at his notes “says she spoke to a Brucie, a Jason Grayson, a Tim Todd, a Dick Drake and her precious Damibear to set up this field trip. My info here says that a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng set this trip up but they don’t believe me.” Andrew nonchalantly continues “Speaking of which, Marinette please sign on all the starred lines. Lila and her friend already filled out everything else.”

   “Tim Todd!” Jason chokes. 

¬`

   The tour had slowed down in the corridors of Wayne Enterprises as Jason let the students go on a quick bathroom and water break. Lila had left for the bathroom, and it is safe to say that Marinette learnt her lesson to avoid bathroom confrontations with Lila. They were never fun, and right now she doesn’t think she can handle a wet shirt in winter. 

   “Really, Marinette. You take credit for all of Lila’s hard work,” says Kim passing by.

   “Do you have any idea how hard Lila worked on this, and you know she hardly has any time to spare.” Max pitches in. 

   “Yeah. Lila worked so fucking hard concocting the names Jason Grayson, Tim Todd and Dick Drake. Sounds like the revamped cast to The Three Stooges,” Chloe crackles giggling.

   “I sure wonder how Tim Todd and Jason Grayson are today? Are they well?” Marinette questions sarcastically.

   “Absolutely fucking amazing after hearing that!” Jason wheezes, overhearing the conversation. Jason gave Marinette a knowing look that confirmed an earlier inference. This Jason was Jason Todd. This was priceless. 

   Adrien’s eyes narrow on his angered face. “What was she doing.” “She promised to take the high road.” “She only needs me, I’m her best friend.” He watched the situation from a distance, unnoticed by Marinette. But as sly he is, he did not slip Jason’s radar. 

¬

   “So y’all, 1:30pm. That means, Lunch time!  Right and you’ll be at the cafeteria, I’ll be joining you guy in about 15 minutes. So fuel up. Remember to show your IDs, lunch is on the house! Bon appetit!” Jason cheerfully announced as bows dramatically (like actors at the end of a play) and he turns around.

   A bit into lunch Mrs. Bustier came up to Marinette and Chloe’s table. “Marinette, can I talk to you?” asks Mrs. Bustier. 

  “Can I come too, Mrs. Bustier?” asks Chloe suspiciously

   “No, Chloe. This is just in between Marinette and I, sorry.” Mrs. Bustier replies sternly.

   “It’s okay, Chloe. I’ll be fine,” reassured the ladybug holder, squeezing the bee holder’s hand.

   “Ok, fine. Let me know if something happens.” Then Chloe leans in to whisper to Marinette, “Audio record it, just in case.” Marinette nods. 

   “Ok, Mrs. Bustier. I’m coming!” replies the bluenette happily as she follows Mrs. Bustier away from the crowd. 

   Adrien, from his table with Nino, Alya and Lila watched, “Hey guys, I need to go to the bathroom,” he said before standing up.

¬

  “Marinette you should be setting an example for the class. What you did today, making fun of Lila was wrong,” Mrs. Bustier frowned. “You of all people know Lila's condition and you should be more accepting of her.” Disappointed, Mrs. Bustier continues, “I expect you to apologize to her before we head back to the hotel.”

   “With all respect, no thank you. I will not apologize for my actions,” Marinette sternly begins. “Does the school have any medical record of her illness?” Marinette asks. “Why should I allow her to take credit for my hard work? And why do I have to be the model student who is obligated to be kind to everyone, when no one ever is to me?” Marinette, now more frustrated than before, questions the teacher. She felt a storm of emotion begin to stir. 

   “Because you are the class representative! It is your responsibility to lead the class with your example! Lila is a student with needs, she needs to feel accepted by all her classmates and it is your job to fulfill her needs.”

   “I’m sorry Mrs. Bustier, but sometimes I can’t shove a square in a circle. Sometimes I can’t do things. Lila is lying, and I can’t lie with her. I will not lie.i will not pretend to like her. And why must I be responsible for all the students in class, but receive no respect for it. Receive nothing but hate and insults. How is that fair for me?” Tears begin to collect in Marinette’s eyes. Mrs. Bustier, for the longest time, has been one of Marinette’s favourite teachers. The fact that right now Mrs. Bustier, couldn’t give less of a shit about her feeling hurt. 

   “I understand but what about Lila’s feelings? I cannot let you bully Lila. You are being selfish right now, I never thought you could act like this. I am disappointed in you.” Mrs. Bustier finishes as she walks away. 

   “What about MY feelings. What about me, what’s so wrong with me being selfish every once in a while. Have you ever looked into my family’s bullying complaints against Lila? What about me?” Marinette cries  desperately, as Mrs. Bustier walks away. “Why is everyone ignoring me?”

   “The real question here is, why are you ignoring me?” growled a voice from behind Marinette. “I thought you promised me to take the high road.” Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes who’s talking to her. 

   “I never promised, Adrien. Not once. I can’t keep silent and alone for longer.”

   “You are not alone, you have me. And I even LET you talk with Chloe.”

   “Yes, I have Chloe and thank you your majesty for letting me communicate with another human being. And no, Adrien I do not have you,” Marinette raises her voice. “Lila has you, you only talk to me in secret. You let Lila lie, you let her hang off your pretty model arms when she wills. You are and were never on my side.”

   “So you really are jealous?”

   Marinette, delirious with anger frustration, her voice laced with contempt, “No, never.” 

   He looks down at Marinette and smiles “Stop lying Marinette.” 

   “I’m not.” Adrien looks back at Marinette, as if he knows something as he too stalks away. “I’M NOT!” Marinette yells. 

¬

   “So she said that she talked to Brucie, Jason Grayson, Tim Todd, a Dick Drake and her precious Damibear!” Jason nearly on his side from laughing too hard. 

   “DAMIBEAR!” Tim howled in laughter, with his hands wrapped around his torso to somehow hold his ribcage together. Both brother’s are laughing their asses off in Tim’s office.

   “I KNOW!”

   “Are we gonna tell him?” Tim begins to ask before he interrupts himself, “No! We are not. What we are going to do is call him that and let him figure it out, sooner or later he will meet the class and when he does…”

   Jason let the scenario Tim described play in his head, “YES! You now speak my wavelength, to be honest maybe Lila wasn’t lying. You may be a Todd.”

   “No fucking way am I one. By the way, you should check on the class, how long has it been since you left them?”

   “Shit! Twenty minutes! Farewell, dear Replacement.”

   “Have fun, report back on any juicy lies, specifically ones about sweet baby Damibear or even Brucie.” 

¬

   “What the fuck was that?” thought Jason as he heard two people arguing in a secluded hallway, “Marinette?” he thought when he saw the girl, immediately putting a name to the face. But he didn’t know the boy. Jason whipped out his phone and quickly took a picture of the situation, making sure to get a clear shot of the boy’s face. For research purposes.

Gunz Blazin: Hey Tim Todd

Gunz Blazin:  Can you gimme a background check for this guy 

(*attaches a cropped image of the mystery boy’s face*) 

Boy Wonder: ???Tim Todd???

Replacement: I gotchu fam. 

Boy Wonder: ???fam???

Boy Wonder: ???

Boy Wonder: Can I be a Todd too

Replacement: No you're a Drake 

   Jason heard a voice coming from behind him, “That’s Adrien Agreste.” 

   Jason turns his head to look at the boy again and hears more of the conversation. He turns back and she’s a tall-ish blonde girl with blue eyes. “You are? Marinette’s friend?”

   “Yes.”

   “And he is not Marinette’s friend?”

   “He absolutely is not Marinette’s friend. He’s the ass-hat who thinks he owns Marinette. Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”

   “Yes.”

   “What if I just break his nose a little.” (Requested by Ollietheturtle, my new dear editor)

   “As an employee of Wayne Enterprises, I’m supposed to say no, but in all honestly I kinda wanna do that myself…”

¬

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Of Casual Encounters And Late Nights Pt.2

Here it is! I don't know if it's as long as you wanted but it's almost double the first chapter. I hope you like it!

First Next Ao3

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A week went by where Jason managed to avoid meeting Ladybug again while investigating, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t heard of her. Akuma attacks were as frequent as ever and gave him an opportunity to learn more about the terrors that had been plaguing Paris for years now apparently. He sent all new info on it to his family,  who couldn’t believe none of it had reached them up until that point. Bruce was feeling particularly flabbergasted among them.

“You mean to tell me there’s been a terrorist in Paris for years, one that’s been destroying the city twice a week, and we knew absolutely nothing about it?” He seemed to be going through the seven stages of grief before excusing himself to call Diana.

Meanwhile, Jason’s brothers piled up in front of the computer screen wanting to hear more about the heroes and their work. Tim was looking up information on the internet while Dick asked questions nonstop about their powers, and their suits, and if he had had the chance to talk to them yet. 

“They sometimes stay back after the attacks, but their powers have some kind of time limit so those are rare occasions, or so I’ve heard. They’re all proficient fighters and each have their own set of powers and weapon. Ladybug’s powers are the most impressive by far” 

The mention of her name threw him right back into the memory of the night they first met. Despite resenting not being given an opening to talk to her more then, Jason had to admit leaving had been the right choice. He wanted to stay in the shadows as long as possible, and dealing with the police on his second night in the city wouldn’t have made that easy for him. Adding to that, even though he was quite stubborn and didn’t want to accept it, he felt curious about the spotted heroine. She was sassy and clever and, if the two battles she had this week were anything to go by, her abilities to strategize rivaled Tim’s.

He came back to the present with a jolt when Dick whined about him not paying attention, eliciting a snort from both him and Damian, who also looked at the eldest with a sneer. “You’re 29 Grayson, no one that age should be making those types of noises.” Jason would rather die than saying it out loud, but sometimes he did miss the dumbasses that were his brothers. 

“You know, I don’t think we would have believed this was real even if someone had told us about it. I found a... Ladyblog? It has videos of almost every attack from the last 4 years as far as I can see, and these look every bit as outlandish as I expected them to. There’s this one where apparently the whole city was flooded.” Tim pulled up the video in the peripheral monitors for the others to see and, lo and behold, there was the video from the day Ondine had drowned Paris. Faint screams could be heard in the background as the person recording managed to get to the roof of a building just in time to see the people still left on the street be swiped by the giant wave. From then on it was all silent. “This is horrible, so many people must have died during this. How did they manage to recover? I’m sure the news of Paris underwater should’ve popped up SOMEWHERE.”

“They didn’t because it didn’t last more than an afternoon.” Jason ran a hand through his hair impatiently. The whole week he had been aching to go out as Red Hood but couldn’t risk meeting Ladybug and it was making him jittery. “That’s what Ladybug’s power is. She just….reverts everything. I haven’t been able to find out how yet, but I’ve been told it must be magic or some shit.”

“Reverts everything? Just like that? Like….turning back time?” Dick looked confused trying to come up with a rational explanation

“I don’t think so. Everyone except the victims remember everything that happened. It’s more of a cure, if you will. She fixes everything, makes a new Eiffel Tower appear, brings the dead back to life, you know, no big deal.” Jason couldn’t help but chuckle at their faces. “I know, if anyone tried to tell me this before I saw it myself I wouldn’t have believed it either.”

A moment of silence on his brothers’ end was interrupted by the return of Bruce. “Diana is positively furious right now. Apparently someone received a message from these heroes years ago and thought it was a joke, so they dismissed it. Diana asked to see the message and just unleashed hell on the poor guy after watching it. It seems her mother was a former Ladybug and she grew up knowing about the magic of the ‘Miraculous’” He said the word in a way that made his sons think he was as confused as they were “The League is planning to make a trip to Paris as soon as possible to assess the situation.”

Now that brought a frown to Jason’s face. “I know I’m usually the reckless one here, but listen to me for a moment. You’re just planning on barging in here, with an angry Wonder Woman, and a probably scared shitless League, to battle a guy who makes you his minion if you show the tiniest hint of a negative emotion? Imagine if Diana got akumatized. You must really want the apocalypse to start huh?” 

He scanned their faces and wasn’t surprised to see skepticism and some smirks too. This was so not typical of him. Jason was a shoot first, ask second kinda guy, and he used to enjoy killing a little too much for it to be healthy. But he remembered what Ladybug had told him about resorting to the least amount of violence possible, and he was honestly worried about what could happen if three dozen superheroes just showed up one day to a fight. “Listen, as far as I can see, Ladybug and her team have things covered here. Give me some time to gather more information and maybe I can find a way for her and Red Hood to have a meeting. I’ll ask her if she still wants our help. But until then, you should refrain from bringing anyone here. Unless you want panic to run rampant among the citizens because the whole Justice League came.”

Snickers could be heard coming from Tim and Dick. Even Damian was trying not to show his amusement at the situation. “Who would’ve thought Todd actually had a brain. We should go if only to check whether he’s been replaced by a clone or something”

“Oh fuck off Demon Spawn, I can be smart too if I want to."

Their father seemed to be mulling over his words before sighing and nodding. “Alright. I think we can go along with what you said for now, but I want you to keep us updated regularly, and to inform us if something out of the ordinary happens. If you need us there, we’ll be on alert. And I expect that meeting with Ladybug to happen sooner rather than later. Also don’t forget why you’re originally there, we have to gather more information on what the Penguin is planning."

“You got it Brucie.” He made fingers guns at the screen with a click of his tongue. “Expect it to be at least a week until I have some big news for you, but I’ll try to make it happen as quickly as possible. And worry not about my mission, I’m almost done with it. Now my dear family, if you’ll excuse me, it’s already 2am and I would like to pretend to be a tourist at least for a day tomorrow. I’ll let you know if something comes up.”

He quickly ended the call and face planted on his bed. This was going to be a long mission. One week in and he was already exhausted. He wasn’t lying when he said he was close to finishing the mission he was originally sent to Paris for, though.  He had infiltrated the goons quickly and efficiently, and managed to hear about a drug shipment due to arrive in a couple weeks together with a human one. As soon as he got the information as to where he’d call his family and they could resolve the problem easily. For now though, he couldn’t help but want to keep them away a bit longer. Be it because, even though he loved his brothers (not that he’d ever tell them), he wanted some time alone, or be it because he wanted more time to try and figure out Ladybug, he still wasn’t completely sure.

If you asked him, he would deny it to his dying breath that he was interested in the heroine, but something about her made him want to get closer and know more about her. In spite of the great amount of knowledge the public had on her, she was surrounded by an aura of mystery and something else that Jason couldn’t pinpoint, which had him turning in his sleep ever since that encounter in the alley. It also didn’t help that she seemed to be around the same age as him, her suit doing her great favours in all her red and black. Alright. Maybe he thought she was a bit attractive. Very attractive? 

“No. Nope. Not going there.” He got up and decided to ignore that part of his brain as of now. For no particular reason whatsoever. It was only normal to want to know more about the person protecting the city. Call it a professional interest, thank you very much.

The dark haired man decided to take advantage of having an expensive suite for once and took a long bath while doing some more research on Paris. He was indeed planning to walk around the city the next day after all. When he was done, Jason headed to the bed and fell asleep promptly. Dreams full of back alleys and superheroes. 

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As luck would have it, it didn’t take long for the both of them to meet yet again. Only maybe not in the way the Gotham vigilante would have hoped for. Set on at least enjoying this pseudo-vacation he was gifted, Jason left his hotel the next morning to visit the most popular places in the city. The Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc of Triumph and the Champs Élysées were the places he had chosen to visit during the morning and early afternoon, but, even though his main goal was to distract himself from the tasks at hand, he couldn’t will away the questions roaming around his head. 

How was he going to contact Ladybug? He wanted to do it as Red Hood, but he didn’t want the heroine of Paris to distrust him since he was pretty sure his reputation would precede him. He was known for being the most ruthless of the batfam, the only thing keeping him from killing criminals once he was done with them was Batman’s No killing under any kind of circumstances rule (which if you asked him was a special kind of bullshit, some of them did deserve to rot in hell in his opinion), and he wasn’t sure if Ladybug would be as willing to hear him out as she may one of his brothers or father. However, his only other option would be to approach her as Jason Todd, one of Bruce Wayne’s adopted sons. He didn’t even know whether Ladybug would care about his family name. This wasn’t his city. And on the off chance that she might have recognized him… He was still a mere civilian. One that had, on top of that, to explain his connection to the Gotham vigilantes without giving away any of their identities. Jason knew his hands were tied. Red Hood had to be the one to try and get the attention of the spotted hero. Knowing there was no other option didn't make him happy about it though. 

Once he was done with this line of thinking his brain decided to go back to the Penguin. He was trying to instill one of the worst types of businesses in Paris and he couldn’t wait to put a stop to it. As much as he knew drug trafficking to be terrible, he was of the opinion that people who engaged in (as well as profited off of) human trafficking should have a special circle of hell destined for them. Preferably in the very depths of it.

Jason was very much aware that, for as long as he remained in this city, negative emotions had to be controlled and dissipated as quickly as possible to avoid an akumatization. Especially those of someone with the skills and knowledge he had. He had a lot of the latter in strange topics, most of which he acquired growing up during his training. And albeit he wasn’t sure whether it would actually be useful to Hawkmoth or not, he would rather not put it to the test. All of this, however, was sent to the back burner for a second as Jason's thoughts strayed towards what he would like to do to the Gotham villain when he captured him. 

Being so busy imagining the 30 different methods of torture he would like to inflict upon the Penguin had made him completely disregarded his surroundings, however. Coming back to his senses, his brain pointed out they were standing at the door of what seemed like a very nice patisserie, just in time for his stomach to growl, his lunch seemingly having been digested some time ago.

‘Maybe something sweet is exactly what I need right now’

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Some days had passed since Marinette met Jason,  and though he was still burning in the back of her mind, she had way too many things to worry about during the day to remember him often. At night, however, the questions she had originally asked herself the first night continued to plague her, and since Tikki told her not to worry about it too much, the designer saw wise to keep her train of thought to herself. She wasn’t even sure why her brain seemed so fixed on this stranger she had only met once. Sure, he was involved in a fight, and seemed to be a foreigner, but it wasn’t that uncommon for petty altercations to break out around the city while she patrolled. Also this was Paris, for Kwamis’ sake. One of the biggest tourist capitals of the world. There was no reason why this Jason guy should’ve stuck to her mind as he did. Yet here she was. In the middle of her afternoon shift at the bakery. Still thinking about him.

A chime coming from the door brought her out of her stupor. But as she looked up, ready to greet the new customer, she suddenly froze, and her brain could only supply her with the word green. 

Green eyes she had only got a quick glance into a week ago were now in front of her and the color was even more intense as they reflected the sunlight rays that entered through the bakery’s windows.

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There you have it peeps and pals! I'll try to update sometime again this week in between Daminette December.

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So how about a 'Mamma Mia' au, where Jason takes Damian from the League and raises him in an island in Greece, away from Ra's and Talia, and with the bats believing he's still dead. So, Damian gets to grow up as a normal kid, his only issue being that he doesn't know who his mother is -of course he doesn't know he's not Jason's-.

Time passes and Jason's now the proud owner of a small hotel in front of the sea, which ultimately causes his downfall when the Kents arrive there to spend their vacations.

Of course, Clark doesn't recognize him -why would he look at this tall strong and kind single father and think of that small foul-mouthed dead kid-.

And of course Damian had to make friends with Superman's son and eventually show him some pictures of his earlier life, one of them including a very young and still awkwardly looking Jason, and that's enough for Jon to asociate him with the smily kid in his friend Dick's pictures.

So the Kents go back home, but Jon goes with a mission, and that is giving each bat one invitation for an important event taht's going to be hosted by Jason's hotel.

The bats being Bruce, Dick and Tim, who haven't seen each other for anything but birthdays, missions and one christmas in years.

Of course Bruce takes Cass, Duke and Steph with him, and of course, Jon asks to go too, so after giving up his allowance for the rest of the summer, Lois gives him permisson.

So they arrive there, and Damian, with Jon's help, gives them a tour through the place and then gives them the only rooms that weren't reserved for the weekend, managing to keep them away from Jason for the first day.

Of course, Jason finds them, and maybe he doesn't sing about wether or not he's ready to see them, but he does end up literally falling off the roof and landing right in front of them, with Cass using her abilities to help him smooth the impact a little.

So as they're on a public place surrounded by important people from around the world, Brucie can't make a scene of finding a person wearing his dead son's face -bc of course Bruce had used a fancier version of the FaceAge app to see how his little Jaylad would look like today-, so he acts like nothing happens and just laughs it off, and the rest of the family just follows the lead.

Jason, on the other hand, recognizes Jon Kent from the corner of his eyes, standing right out of the window, right beside a very guilty-looking Damian. So he too acts like nothing happened, before rushing off to interrogate his son, who manages to run away only with the help of -did you say Superboy!?!?

That same night Bruce takes samples of everything he can, and calls Clark to ask him to deliver everything to both Alfred and Oracle to run the tests. Then he remembers Clark's been there, and Jon's with them now, so Clark goes and brings Jon and after some interrogation and piecing things together, they also call Damian, and that's when Bruce's able to tie almost everything together.

But there's still questions only Jason has the answer to, such as how did he come back -if that's really Jason-, who's Damian's mother, and why didn't he come back to them as soon as he came back.

And well, then it looks like Jason wasn't the only one with answers, because the very same nigbht Talia al Ghul shows up demanding to be handed her kid and the traitor that took him away from her.

Then Jason has to step up and tell the truth to Bruce, how he woke up inside his coffin and was tossed into the Lazarus Pit, found out about Bruce not avenging him and taking in another kid to replace him, but before he could do anything, he found out about the baby Talia was making to be 'tied together forever with her beloved' and that Ra's was going to use as a meatsuit as soon as he was old enough, so he did the wises thing to do: he ran, and never looked back.

They fight off Talia, and though Damian's hurt by Jason hiding the truth, he's still grateful for what he did, and so he decides to stay with him at the island, turning down Bruce's offer to go with them to Gotham.

Bruce's reluctant to leave his two kids behind, but he makes Jason agree to the Justice League monitoring the place, and to let him come visit on a regular basis. Of course the conversation is long and full of angst and blame and guilt, but Jason ends up agreeing only if Bruce brings Alfred and Wonder Woman next time he comes.

... Yeah, not so Mamma Mia, but then maybe Jason dies and Damian's left with the hotel and spends the second part of the series listening to Bruce's and Alfred's stories about young Jason while he tells them his own stories with dad!Jason and ends up going back to Gotham and taking in Robin, or creating a new hero called Jay, using a crowbar as a weapon.

Not really sure were I was going with all of this. Just give me angst and batfam feelings with a side of Jason Todd raising Damian, and Damian and Jon being a distorted mirror of Bruce and Clark's friendship. Thank you.

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Write 365 Day 21: Where do Broken Hearts Go?

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Jason was a little disappointed that the security for the BatCave hadn’t changed much since he was last here. He knew Bruce didn’t ever really get someone who came and attacked his headquarters since no one suspected it was under Wayne Manor, but really, he could’ve at least taken a few more precautions that didn’t make it so easy to get in. 

Jason reveled in the explosions that made the walls of the Cave shudder. The bats screamed over their heads, panicking amidst the chaos. 

Jason laughed as Bruce tried to tackle him. He sidestepped easily and shot him in the leg. 

“You’ve gotten complacent, Brucie,” he said, sneering down at him as he fought to get back to his feet. “I’m a little disappointed. I thought this was going to be more of a challenge.” 

“How did you know where the Cave was?” he growled, tossing three batarangs at him. 

Jason sighed and dodged. “It’s really taken you this long to put the pieces together? I don’t think I even want to tell you. I’ll just leave you guessing and if you do ever manage to figure it out, it’ll be by the time your precious little Gotham has been stolen out from under you.” 

“Get away from him!” 

Jason rolled his eyes and evaded Dick’s assault as he launched himself from between the flames and the shadows they cast. He grabbed Dick’s leg as he tried to kick him in the stomach. 

“I think I”m the most surprised by you, boy wonder,” Jason said. “After you gave up being Robin you seemed pretty broken up about it when it was given to the next guy. I’m surprised you’ve stuck with him after all these years.” 

“Don’t pretend like you know anything about me,” Dick snarled. 

Jason sighed and threw him over his shoulder, knocking Damian to the ground without even looking. 

“This is getting pretty boring without that fourth guy around. Where is he? I’m surprised he wasn’t hanging around with all of you.” 

“What are you planning to do to Red Robin?” Bruce growled. 

Jason shrugged. “Don’t know, but it would probably be more exciting than this. You know, I was fully prepared to kill you tonight, but this isn’t turning out to be as exciting as I thought it was going to be. Next time try to entertain me a little bit more.” 

“Wait!” 

Jason ignored Bruce’s shouts after him and made his exit. He grabbed his bike and sped away towards the city. As he reached the outer limits he grinned when he caught sight of a familiar red bike headed towards him. 

Neither of them slowed as they passed each other, Red Robin no doubt in a hurry to get to the Cave. 

Maybe the night would prove to get a little more interesting after all. He revved his bike and turned towards the warehouse district, hoping he’d get to have a little more fun after the disappointing result of his attack on the Cave. 

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Tim stared at the wreckage of the Cave. Bruce was already patched up and the fires had been tamed. Aside from the gunshot wound, none of the others had anything worse than a couple of scrapes. 

“How did he know where the Cave was?” Dick asked after Tim was given a rundown of the situation. 

No one outside of the circle should have that kind of knowledge. 

Bruce shrugged. “I don’t know, but after this I can’t just leave him be any longer. We’re going to need to do something. He’s becoming too much of a threat and needs to be locked up in Arkham.” 

Tim balled his hands into fists. He turned on his heel without a word and headed to his bike. 

“Tim? Where are you going?” Dick called. 

“I’ll be back later, I just remembered I have something I have to do. Get Babs on the phone, she can probably help with setting up some new security measures in case he decides to come back.” 

He ignored anyone else calling out to him and left the Cave behind, the wind roaring in his ears as he hit the road again. He turned towards the docks district. He didn’t really know what he was going to do once he confronted Jason, but he knew he needed to talk to him. He needed to figure out what was going through his head. 

And he wanted to help him come back to the person he used to be in any way that he could. 

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Tim slowed as he reached the warehouses. His eyes flicked from the sidewalks and alleys to the rooftops above, searching for any sign of movement. 

He hit the brakes when a red blur jumped from a rooftop and landed in front of him. 

Tim killed the engine of his bike as Jason straightened in front of him. 

“I was wondering if I was going to see you at all tonight,” Jason said, rolling his shoulders. “I was starting to think you didn’t give a shit about the rest of the Bats since you weren’t at the Cave.” 

Tim climbed off his biked and stalked over to Jason who didn’t move, head tilting to the side as he approached. 

He grabbed the lapels of Jason’s jacket and glared at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” 

Jason chuckled. “That’s cute. Do you really think you can take me?” 

“If I have to,” Tim bit out. “Now answer my question.” 

“I’m just making sure I get what I want.” 

Tim shook his head and shoved him away, suspecting Jason stepped back more out of surprise than anything else. 

“I don’t think this is what you really want. You’re going through all this trouble to get rid of the Bats? If that was true than why didn’t you just kill everyone in the Cave. You managed to get Batman in the leg after all.” 

“You’re just defending Bruce like the good little soldier you are,” Jason scoffed. 

“Hardly. There’s nothing to defend. You were the one who attacked him tonight without any warning.” 

“You know nothing about me,” Jason snarled, stalking towards him. 

Tim knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he didn’t really care. Not anymore. Not when this was the person his soulmate had became. 

“Is that so? Then I guess you know it all too well. Isn’t that right, Jason Todd?” 

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“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”3/3 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Thanks to a very jealous Harley Quinn, Batman is finally able to find his wife’s whereabouts. Kidnapped by the Joker since over a week, he’s afraid of what he’ll find when he finally reaches her...

Last part. I hope you enjoyed this little series, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it :). WARNING FOR A LOT OF VIOLENCE YOW !! 

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2

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Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You tried to stay hopeful, it wasn’t in your nature to give up , but you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

His disgusting touch, the torture, both physical and mental...You just couldn’t handle the Joker’s abuse anymore. But he wouldn’t let you die. He’d bring you to the verge of death, just to take you back again. You were stuck in a loop of pain and agony. 

And Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You just knew it. It had been too long. What happened ? Was he also hurt during the attack ? Was he dead ? Oh god that would be the worst...he couldn’t be dead, he was the goddamn Batman. But...The goddamn Batman, the greatest detective in the World, always found a way, and fast, it had now been almost two weeks...

Was the Joker right ? Was he telling the truth ? Bruce forgot about you ? He couldn’t have...could he ? The clown kept telling you how Bruce kept going on with his life, not caring at all that his wife disappeared. He kept telling you that he, the Joker, would never do that to you...Yes he was a psycho, but when someone was his, he never let them go. 

“Your Bruce” was letting you go. Not even trying. And you started to believe the clown, because...Two weeks. It was a long time. And Batman knew everything, you had no doubt that if he really wanted to find you, he would have used all of his ressources to do so. He would have already find you. Besides, he should have the help of your sons...Did they forget about you too ?

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Your family certainly didn’t forget about you, in fact, they were closer than you thought. 

A few days ago, Harley Quinn came to Robin to tell him she had informations about your whereabouts. She requested to speak only to the Batman, and after a small conversation, they followed her. 

The thing was, they were starting to think she was messing with them, and their patience was reaching a critical limit. Especially Jason’s and Damian’s.

She first took them to the Narrows, the poorest and most dangerous place in Gotham, and to an old and beat down warehouse full of rats and filth. She went threw the back door of the building, and kept going, taking them threw most of Gotham’s worst places...That was the first night, as the sun rose, Harley just sat on the ground and refused to move until the end of the day. 

No matter how many threats she’d receive, she knew she had them in her pockets, they needed her. They were desperate to find their wife, their mom. So they didn’t do anything, and waited.  

While Harley was sleeping, Tim worked on his computer to try and pinpoint the places they’d been to, thinking there was maybe a  pattern to the ex-shrink’s walk they took with her...but he didn’t find anything. Dick went back to the bat cave to take some food and more supplies. Damian roamed the nearby neighborhood, unable to stay there, not doing anything. Quickly, Jason followed. Bruce sat in front of Harley, and stayed there until she woke up. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t move, not even batting an eye, and when she stood up, he just started to follow her once more. 

Again, Harley Quinn took them threw multiples places, and slowly but surely, they were getting out of Gotham. Damian was about to say something, but Bruce stopped him. For some reason, he felt like all of this meant something, and he was desperate to find you. For the first time in his life, he didn’t find even one little lead to where someone could be. There was just no trace of you, as if you never existed...His heart tightened at the thought. He had to find you.

And so he just followed Harley Quinn, hoping with all his heart she wasn’t trying to mess with them just for the sake of it...He was almost sure she wasn’t though. Because when she came to him, jealousy written all over her face, she just seemed sincere...He was almost sure she was leading them to the right way, but the small percentage of hesitation that remained scared him to death. Because if she wasn't taking them to you, then they were wasting precious time. 

The third night, he ordered Dick and Tim to go back to the cave to do research on their own. Of course, they protested. But Bruce knew they would do as he asked. Damian and Jason would never, and so he chose his eldest and wisest son, and his smartest one to go look for you...

When they left, Harley laughed, and Bruce had to grab Jason with all his strength to stop him from jumping on her. Which made the clown’s ex-girlfriend laughed a bit more.

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-Why do you resist me darling ? 

You were a fighter, and even if your family forgot about you, you weren’t going to give the Joker the satisfaction to do what he wanted. You were going to resist, no matter what. Of course, as the days went by, you lost more and more the will to resist him...But today, when he spoke about how he satisfying it was to kill Jason, it awoke something in you, and you spat in his face, blood mixing with your spit, spreading around his scarred and scary clown face. 

He laughed. Of this laughed you hated so much. When he finally calmed down, he slapped you with all his might, and it almost knocked you down. 

-Why do you resist me darling ? 

You just smiled provocatively at him, and he lost his awful grin. He hated being provoked. But at the same time, he loved it. It was thrilling. Before you, he only had Harley, and that girl just couldn't resist him at all. While you...you were so difficult. It was perfect. 

You held your breath as his face approached yours, and stopped just an inch away. You knew what was going to happen, and automatically, you tried to get away, but you were bound tightly on the chair you were sitting on. There was no escape. There was never any escape. 

He smiled, of this horrible smile you hated so much. And his lips connected to yours, forcing for the thousands time his tongue in your mouth. 

You repressed yet another gag, and tried to bit his tongue like you did the first time...but he knew how to handle you now, and he took his tongue out before you could do anything. He pulled away, and his cold eyes filled with only hate stared at you. 

-Do you know why I took you here ? 

Yes. You knew. He told you the story a thousand time. 

One day, he saw you on TV while in the Arkham Asylum, and he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You had an “amazing aura”, everyone around you just had to look at you, and the best of it all, is that you didn't even know that. Stupid Brucie Wayney had his arm around your waist, and he knew in an instant that man was not worthy of you. That man couldn't treat you like a woman like you should be treated. 

-You mean, tortured and abused all day ? Is that how I should be treated ? 

You managed to say, your voice weak and raspy. He looked at you, tilting his head on the side slightly, and gave you a smile that was almost sympathetic. Almost, because his eyes didn’t move at all, proving the smile to be fake, and because it was the Joker, sympathy was a foreign concept to him. 

-Not exactly. What is happening now is to...train you. Once you understand we’re made for each other, it’ll be different. Promise. 

-Your promises don’t mean anything, you freak. 

Talking hurt your throat, as water was sparse and when he tortured you, holding your screams in was putting a strain on it. But you were determined to show him he’ll never be able to convince you of anything. Well, except maybe that your family forgot about you...but...did they really ? You hoped that...The Joker took you away from your thoughts :

-Oh but you should trust me a bit more little lady, I’m much more that you think I am.

-Much more psychotic, much crazier, much...

-Shut up ! Shut up ! 

You bit your lips. You had done it again. You made him mad. And now, you were going to regret it dearly...But to your astonishment, he immediately calmed down and turn his head to you. He cupped one of your cheek, and liked your lips. You winced at the feeling, disgusted with all your being by him. 

-You don’t get it. Let me help you get it. 

You were ready. Ready for yet another one of his torture session. But to your surprise, he untied you, and you fell in his arms. You didn’t want to be in his arms, but you were too weak to be able to move...He took you up bridal style, your head fell back, as you didn’t have the strength to hold it up, and your arms went limp on your sides. 

Your heart started to beat faster with fear. He was taking you toward the bed. He was taking you toward to bed !! 

He threw you on it, and you tried to crawl away from him, without much success. You were just too weak...Maybe a week ago you would have find the strength to fight back, but no, you had no chance. You couldn’t even lift your head to see what he was doing. 

His hands on your body made you shiver in disgust and fear. He was taking the remnant of ruined clothes you still had off. You tried to kick him off, but your attempt resulted in a slight twitch of your legs. 

You closed your eyes as his filthy fingers roamed your body, letting go of everything. Your heart slowed more and more and...

The noise of an explosion near by made your eyes shot open. You turned your head slightly, and saw that one of the concrete wall just bursted into bits. The Joker left you, getting quickly to his feet. 

The last thing you saw before loosing consciousness, was him. Finally. Your Bruce. Your Bruce looking at you quickly, his eyes full of fear and relief. And your children, staring at you, in pain for you...

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Harley Quinn didn’t mess around with them. Turned out, there was a pattern to her little walk around Gotham. 

At each place they stopped, while the boys weren’t looking, she picked a key up. And on the fourth day, finally, she took them to a place way out of Gotham. 

As Bruce looked at her opening a door that was in the ground, using one of the keys to do so, he thought that there was indeed no way he could’ve found you by himself. This place was far from the Joker’s usual turf. And even if he looked, he could have never found a lone door in the forrest, in a place that seemed to be chosen at random...He shivered as he thought about how well thought the Joker’s plan was. But it made him hopeful. If he went threw all of this trouble, then it meant there was a chance you were still alive...

They went threw corridors and corridors, Harley sometimes opening a door with one of the keys to go threw it, and walk threw other corridors. It was a true labyrinth. There was no way they’d ever find their way...This place was a gigantic underground building.

Bruce wondered what it used to be, and how the Joker found it. But he quickly dismissed those thoughts, only focus on getting you back. He looked at his boys, and the look of determination on their face made his heart swelled. They were going to get you back, no matter what. 

Finally, they came to a humongous room, and in the middle of this room, was a concrete box with no doors. Looking around, Bruce noticed multiple torture object that made his heartbeat faster. 

Harley Quinn stopped in front of a control panel next to the concrete box. 

-She’s inside there. There’s a code to open a wall. I don’t know it though, he wouldn’t trust me with it...

She bent her head down, sadness on her face, and Bruce turned away from her. He didn’t have time to cheer her up. He nodded to Jason, and the boy immediately understood. He took a bomb out of his belt, and put it on the wall. They all got away from it, and waited. 

The wall bursted into bits, and they jumped in. Harley stayed behind. 

The first thing Bruce saw, was your  beaten body, naked, on a bed that looked exactly like the one you and him had back home. He only looked at you for a fraction of second, turning the anger and fear he felt inside him toward one person...The clown. 

Damian and Jason were unable to move to go fight the Joker, and stared at you. Tears were welling up in your youngest’s eyes. No matter what he’d like to think, you knew he was a sensitive boy, and seing you there, on the verge of death, clearly abused more than any human could handle, he just couldn’t help his tears...

Jason finally moved to you, and wrapped you in the sheets, covering your body that he just couldn’t stand looking at. 

All the while, Bruce was loosing it. It reminded him of the time the Joker killed his son, killed his Jason...He wanted to go out and kill him, he wanted to destroy the clown, but you convinced him otherwise. Because it would ruin everything he stood for, and because it would never bring Jay back. This time, as he punched the Joker again and again, stopping any laugh from coming out, it was Jason’s turn to save him from doing something he’d forever regret. 

As Damian was sitting next to you, holding your hand tightly against his heart and brushing a shaking hand on your hair, Jason calmly walked to Bruce, and with all of the strength in his body, tried to restrain him. He spoke soothing words in his father’s ears, he didn’t let go of him until the bat calmed down, and slumped weakly in his son’s arms. 

This time, Jason was there for him, filling in for you as best he could. He succeeded, even though his entire being was screaming at him to kill the Joker, he didn’t do it, and stopped his dad from doing it. He couldn’t let him do it, not after all the things you all went threw. 

Bruce finally regain his senses and, tears in his eyes, ran to you. You were unconscious, but your heart was still beating, thank God ! Jason helped him lifting you in his arms as delicately as possible, while Damian refused to let go of your hand. 

When they turned around, The Joker and Harley Quinn were gone. But they didn’t care, they had to get you to safety, they had to get you to a hospital. 

They made a quick call to the bat cave to tell Dick, Tim and Alfred they found you, and all reunited in the hospital, out of costume. 

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You woke up after two days in a coma that scared the shit out of your boys. When you opened your eyes, Damian’s head was on your belly, and he had tangle one of your hands in his hair, just like you did to soothe him back to sleep. Dick and Jason were both holding your other hand, while Tim’s head was resting on one of your thigh. Bruce’s face was in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling you, as he was sitting next to you. 

They were all asleep, but when they felt you move, they stired up instantly. 

Relief and love were on all their faces. You took away your hand from his hair and brushed your thumb on Damian’s cheek, proceeding then to ruffle Tim’s hair. You squeezed Dick and Jason’s hands, and gave a look at Bruce that meant : “Yes, you can kiss me”. 

His lips were soft against your chapped ones. His lips on yours were the best things you felt, ever, as the memory of the Joker’s disgusting lips faded away.

You stayed a long time in the hospital, and they took turn in looking after you, staying with you. They made sure you knew how much they loved you, and how your death would have destroyed them. You made sure to show them that you weren’t going anywhere, and that you felt better every day. 

You were heavily scarred, but alive. More alive than ever actually. 

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Forever, the scars that the Joker left reminded you those weeks of agony. But your Bruce made sure to also remind you that he’d never let you go again, that he would always be there to protect you, as he covered those damned scars with his infamous love bites. 

The scars reminded you that you could be strong, that you could fight, that if your will was made of iron. It made Bruce realize that you were stronger than he thought, and that you really were a special one. His special one. 

The scars reminded you how much you loved your family, and how much they loved you. Bruce almost killed the Joker for you. Jason didn’t kill him for you. Damian and Tim were wrecked at the simple thought of loosing you, and Dick...Well, Dick was the most optimistic of them all, so the way he did not smile once during the time you were in the hospital, his face filled with worries, was enough for you to know how much he cared about you. 

In the end, these scars became some sort of a blessing, making your family stronger than before. 

******************

Somewhere around the Gotham’s area, a few days later : 

The Joker and Harley were in hiding, in an abandoned building. She was in a pretty bad shape, after the Joker unleashed his wrath on her, even though she saved him, patched him up...

Because of her, you slipped threw his fingers. His plan was perfect, but she had to come in and ruin everything, as always. 

He was sitting in an old and rotten armchair, as she was rubbing herself on his legs, like a dog. She was so pathetic. It calmed him down a bit to see her like that, at least she was at his mercy. She would accept anything. Not like you...

But in his head, you were the only one. He had to take you back. 

-Puddin’, please...

He looked down on her, eyes full of disdain, and, raising an eye brow, he said : 

-Shut up. I’ll properly deal with you later. Right now, I have to think...

-You’re not thinking about her again are you ? She doesn’t love you like I do ! I would have let you do all of those things to me, without resisting like she did ! 

-I know you would, that’s why you’re so boring. No, I don’t need you. She...She’s the one. I won’t rest until she’s mine again...

Harley refrained herself from telling him that you were never his anyway, and continue to rub herself on him. She was going to get him back. Somehow. But she knew it was going to take a long time, as his thoughts were only for you...Maybe...Maybe the only solution was to get rid of you ? 

As the Joker kicked her and stood up, going to stare out of the window, Harley Quinn smiled to herself. Yes. That was it. That was the perfect plan. 

She was going to get rid of you someday. 

The end ?

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[dickie-gayson]

Hello! Request: one of the Batboys faking sick to get out of something (my first thought was a gala/party but anything you can come up with is fine). Bonus points if it spirals out of control a bit and everyone is worried so they're benched from patrol / forced to rest for several days.

Thank you for the request! Sorry for the wait, here it is! Idk which batboy you were hoping for but I chose Luke Fox bcus he never gets any love lmfao tho the others do pop up, specifically Jason and Tim.

Luke Fox hated galas. He hated damn near everything about them, from the boring music to the too-expensive food and the elitists and sycophants crawling all over the place. Bruce Wayne's galas? The Worst. There was never more an ostentatious and wasteful display of wealth than when Bruce decided to play up the 'Brucie Wayne' role. Luke knew Bruce hated galas just as much as he did and would much rather spend both his time and money on more useful endeavors, but he needed to keep the charade up. That was why Bruce was throwing some sort of event tonight. Luke was determined to get out of it.

Could any really blame him? He's had more than his fair share of galas growing up as the son of Lucius Fox, friend of Bruce Wayne himself. One would think the annoying patrons would overlook Luke in favor of Bruce, any of his wards, or Lucius, but one would be wrong. See, Luke was a world-famous boxer and mma fighter, not to mention an early graduate of MIT with double degrees. Anyone with working eyes and even half a brain cell could see the potential in the man. So, they all but attacked him with fervor only found in those looking to climb the social ladder and elevate their status. He hated that.

It was a real test of self-control not to knock them all out. Luke doubted Lucius or Bruce would appreciate that. Or Gordon, come to think of it. After all, Luke technically was considered a living weapon due to his extensive, and public, physical training. Hell, Alfred might even be disappointed, and that was something he couldn't stand to do to the aging butler. So, instead of resorting to suplexing someone through a table as he would like to, he figured he'd just not go. Only problem was, his father was expecting him to be there. His father and the various members of the bat-clan who were also forced into going to the hellish event. So, Luke would have to get crafty.

Coming up with a plan was simple enough. He'd just fake sick. Executing that plan was trickier, given the fact that he was surrounded by fucking super-geniuses and detectives. Luke was betting none of the other bats and birds were going to let him off the hook so easily. If one suffered, they were all suffering. He could think of it as a sort of training exercise. If he could fool them, then he was doing great. If he failed? Well, he'd be in for some shit. But hey, the reward outweighed the risk in this case.

Tampering with the thermometer was childs play. When it was to be used, it'd display a temperature between 100.3 to 101.4; sick but not hospital-worthy. The fluctuation in temperatures helped keep the act realistic. He made up a list of symptoms to keep him down and out without being too worrying. Once they all left, he was homefree. It was just a matter of making it all believable. His only real godsend was that he didn't spend too much time around the others for them to know how he acted when ill.

As the time ticked closer to the gala, he knew it was time to get the show on the road. Luke laid on his couch, just in case someone decided to spring through his window because no one knew how to use the damn door. He was forced to get up, however, when there was a knock on his door. With a drawn out groan, the hero shuffled his way to the door, already getting into the role.

When he swung the door open, he was met with the site of his father, dressed to the nines, and staring at him critically. That was definitely unnerving. The Bats weren't the only geniuses. Lucius was quick as a whip and observant as all hell. Not to mention, he raised Luke. Tricking him was a feat. A feat he's completed before, but a feat nonetheless.

"And why aren't you ready for the gala? Don't tell me, you're sick."

The arch of his brow and deadpan stare Luke was getting let him know just how little he was fooling his father. Well, he better amp up his game then. He's fought harder fights than this. Luke made sure to make it seem as if he were shivering despite the warm temperature. He swallowed thickly then winced as if in pain. When he spoke, he tried to make it scratchy and quiet to really sell the whole 'sore throat' bit. Damn, maybe he should have went to Juliard, he was a natural.

"Yeah, sorry dad. I woulda called but I was sleeping. This is one hell of a bug, I don't wanna get you sick."

Lucius just made a low 'mhm' sound as he looked Luke over head-to-toe. The hero kept his posture somewhat hunched. Before his father could interrogate him, Tim appeared next to the older man, dressed to impress. He too looked over the clearly underdressed vigilante with intense scrutiny. There was a sharp look in his blue eyes that said he was not letting Luke get away if he was lying. That made Luke gulp, but for an entirely different reason than faking a sore throat.

"Sick?"

Luke gave an affirmative noise, not wanting to talk more than necessary. Sometimes less was better and all that jazz. That dissecting look only intensified as Tim took in his posture, rumpled pajamas, and 'shivering'. The senior hero gave him an almost cocky tilt of the head as he spoke.

"We should take your temperature, just to be sure it's not too severe."

'Check and mate.' Luke moved slightly to let them into his apartment. Tim made a beeline for his medicine cabinet. The fact that he didn't need to tell Tim where his medical equipment was kept was only moderately unsettling. Luke shifted and then shuddered. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Fooling both Lucius and Tim would be worthy of a damn trophy in his opinion. Only a moment later, Tim was back, thermometer in hand.

It was the moment of truth as he stuck the thermometer in Luke's mouth. What Luke didn't count on was Tim checking his pulse as he waited for the readout on his temperature. Well, shit, that wasn't part of his plan. Tim only made an ambiguous hum before taking the thermometer and reading it.

"101.2, slightly elevated heart rate, a mild cold sweat. Alright, I guess you can sit this out."

Tim gave him another critical stare. Huh, for once his nervousness actually helped him out. No one pointed out that Tim was technically the youngest in the room and Luke didn't need to take orders from him. Luke could pay respect where respect was due, and Tim definitely earned it. Not to mention, he clocked more hero-time than Luke, giving him seniority in that field. Instead, he just gave a grunt.

"Great, thanks. Can I go back to sleep now?"

Both Lucius and Tim looked him over, as if searching for any hint that he was lying. Really, Luke couldn't blame them. One of them was always looking to get out of these events. It was like a competition to see who could bust the most and drag them to suffer with the rest. The two shared a silent look before saying their goodbyes. He gave them weak goodbyes as he made his way to his bedroom. It'd be at least half an hour before he was in the clear. No doubt someone was perched outside, watching like a creep, waiting for him to slip up by going about normally.

So, he laid down and mentally reviewed the new upgrades to his Batwing suit. In his personal opinion, the Batwing suit was sick as hell. Tights were not his thing, thank you. When he was relatively confident everyone else was gone, he got up, ready to have some actual fun.

 To say the night sucked would an understatement and a half. Dick had to separate Damian from the guests three times to keep him from making any of them cry. Jason was hiding in the study after he stole a full tray of hors d'oeuvres and two bottles of champagne for himself. He already made one person leave after 'accidentally' spilling a glass on their suit. Okay, maybe it was two glasses. Or three. Really, who keeps count of that sort of thing? The asshole deserved it, the way he ogled Cass. She was busy charming the socialites with her graceful way on the dancefloor, so Jason decided to defend her honor without actually shooting anyone.

Tim arrived at least thirty minutes late with a look on his face that said 'I would rather be in a ditch somewhere than here'. Maybe the guests were just idiots, because they definitely loved to flock him. Almost as much as they flocked to Dick, poor guy. If there was an award for most ass-grabs avoided, he'd win it, hands down. How he managed to laugh and act like he actually liked being there, none of them could fathom. They chalked it up to his natural showmanship, because he sure bitched about the event as much as the rest of them.

Steph and Harper got passes on the event as they weren't in the public spotlight like the others. Kate just straight up refused to come and no one wanted to try and force her otherwise. They liked their jaws intact. Jason was lucky and could get away with being seen as only a family friend. Sadly, there were too many pictures of him with the others not to be known to some degree. Duke seemed damn near overwhelmed in the crowded ballroom. This was certainly not something he was used to. Dick and Jason both remembered being in that position. None of the three were from any degree of wealth, so it was definitely a culture shock to some degree. Luke was nowhere to be found. According to Tim, he was out sick. The others called bullshit.

It was around the fourth hour when everything got even worse. Apparently Scarecrow and Poison Ivy decided to team up and combine their scientific minds to create a toxin to poison the citizens of Gotham with. Bruce figured one of the rogues would try and cause a problem that night. Why wouldn't they? Oracle was on standby, ready to call in the big guns in case things got too out of control. Thankfully, Batwoman, Spoiler, and Bluebird were on call and managed to control the situation before things got too crazy. Seeing as Jason had already snuck away, Red Hood managed to make an appearance in an attempt to help.

What made it particularly troublesome was the toxin. It presented itself as a fast-acting sickness akin to the flu. Only, it was highly communicable through the air as well as bodily fluids and if one attempted to take medication, it would react negatively, sending the victim into anaphylactic shock. It could cause serious damage or even death if handled improperly. Even worse, it caused vivid delusions and high energy in its most infectious stage, urging the host to run about and spread it further. This was going to be a long, long night. What none were expecting was the worried look Tim cast Bruce.

"Bruce, Luke was sick earlier. It's possible he was infected. Initial symptoms align with how the toxin presents itself in the early stages. Shakes, cold sweat, elevated pulse, lethargy, sore throat."

Well, that didn't sound good. As Bruce worked on an antidote to distribute, he sent Tim and Jason to swing by Luke's to see how he was now. It was still unknown if the host would turn volatile if confronted and it would be better to have back up against one of their own. Especially one of their own who was very well-known to punch really, really hard. The others were tasked with trying to quarantine the sick citizens and prevent further outbreak.

Tim made sure to wear a rebreather to prevent accidental infection. Jason had his helmet that naturally filtered the air he breathed. What they definitely didn't expect to see was Luke dancing around to Ariana Grande in nothing but his boxers, socks, and a button up shirt with a pair of sunglasses on. The two heroes paused in surprise as Luke continued to really get into the music. Jason made a mental note to add 'good dancer' to his hero biography. Who knows? It could come in handy. 'Good singer' could safely be left out, however. Without wasting any more time, they crept into the apartment to confront the man.

 Luke damn near had a heart attack when he turned around, mid-note, and noticed Jason and Tim in his apartment, staring at him. He made a mental note to ask Oracle to look over his security because what the fuck. He immediately resumed his sickly stature, even though it was way past obvious he was fine. What can he say? He's committed. It was the rebreather Tim was using that made him hesitate. Rebreathers usually meant bad stuff.

"Uh...I can explain?"

Instead of answering, Tim took out a small needle from his harness. They wanted to take a blood sample. Alright, something was definitely up. Jason edged toward him with caution. Both of their postures suggested they were waiting for an attack.

"Seriously, what's going on? Why do you have those masks?"

He was growing more and more nervous with each second. Jason finally spoke up.

"Ivy and Crane poisoned the city. You might have been infected."

Oh. That certainly explained things. Of all nights for Luke to fake sick, those two maniacs decide to attack like this. Great. He was going to get poked and prodded for hours now. Can't a guy enjoy music and dancing in his underwear anymore? Ariana Grande was his shit, and now he had to go to that dank, depressing cave because some people just can't let others live.

"Guys, listen, I'm fine. This? It was all a lie. I just didn't feel like going to the gala. If I was sick, I definitely wouldn't be dancing around."

He straightened his posture and took off the sunglasses. There was no trace of his 'illness' anymore. Neither Tim or Jason looked convinced. Instead, Tim shook his head slowly, clearly worried.

"Delusions and manic energy. We gotta get him to the cave, fast."

They both moved, ready to knock him out if necessary. Rather than having to deal with that massive headache, he just sighed in defeat. There was no way he'd be able to take Jason and Tim in a fight. Hell, he was in his underwear. Jason pulled a surgical looking mask from one of his many pockets and shoved it toward him. Luke just groaned in slight aggravation as he put it on.

"I'm telling you, I'm not sick."

Instead of responding, Tim radioed to someone, probably Bruce, that they were bringing him in. Jason stood at the ready. What, did they think he was going to go ballistic and try to murder them? He wasn't suicidal, thanks. At least they let him put on pants before they dragged him to his impending doom. Either they'd find out he lied to get out of the gala or they were convinced he was sick and dying. No matter which way Luke looked, he was royally screwed. The worst part was being forced to sit in the quarantine cell for fourteen hours while they ran test after test and worked on a cure for the city. It was somewhere around the eleventh hour that Luke developed a cough. He just groaned and let his head fall back against the wall. Well, this was great. Next time, he was just going to go to the damn gala and let someone else lie.

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[and-the-nerding-goes-on]

The Lost Wayne- Part 3

Part 3 - A Difference of Universes

Warnings: mentions of death

Word Count: 2272

Pairings: none (so far)

Summary: Ellen meets the boys out of uniform and they learn what happened to the Waynes in her Universe.

Dick brought Ellen up to the manor’s library and left to change with the rest of the family as Alfred tried to make her comfortable. He smelled the same, a mixture of tea, old book pages, and a hint of polish. She saw more pain in his eyes than she had thought imaginable and wondered why her mother hadn’t done something to try and comfort him. “Alfred, are you alright? I seem to be from another universe, but I’m still me,” she said quietly, taking his hands in earnest and fighting a smile onto her face. The man had nearly begun crying when he wrapped his arms around her as if she would turn into smoke should he let go for even a second.

“My dear you look just like her. Just like, like Martha before-” Alfred released Ellen and was unable to look at her face. It made her uneasy to see such a good man shrouded in his own darkness, hands gripped to keep them from trembling. “What happened in your universe, Miss? To the Waynes?”

Ellen took a breath and recited the same story she always had,“Thomas Wayne was killed by a mugger when his son Bruce was eight years old.” She tried not to sound rehearsed and cold after so many years of having to explain what happened, “Martha Wayne was injured, but she and her son weren’t killed. She was in the early stages of pregnancy with little Ellen Wayne; no one knew before the attack, except for maybe you.” A small yet genuine smile creeped onto Ellen’s face as she spoke, remembering the happier moments of her childhood. “You stayed, and helped my mother raise Bruce and I. Bruce currently helps mother with Wayne enterprises, and I was studying to go into medicine like you.”

Alfred nodded, a smile warming his tired and worn features to bring a familiar sparkle in his eyes. “I suspected as much. I’m so sorry that you’ve gone through what you did my dear, and I’m afraid to say that both of your parents - and you, it seems - died that night here. Bruce was alone, and is much harsher from it than in your universe, I’m sure. Well, you did see what he has become.”

“I can’t say I blame him much on that front,” she said, “I was the one who took up the cowl in my Gotham.” Alfred didn’t seem surprised in the least to her, causing a giggle to erupt and fill the glum room with a lightness that seemed to gleam off the shelves of books. “Oh don’t give me that look, even my Gotham needed someone. I have to admit though, Bruce seems to have taken it much further than I did. I handled what I could get to, mostly to make sure no one got to him. I took the bat as my mantle because Bruce was afraid of them, I figured I could both protect him from what I feared by wearing his and keep him away, so he wouldn’t figure it out. In fact, you were the only one who did.” Ellen took Alfred’s hand and squeezed it gently as she spoke, “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. With Bruce, his cowl, his teammates…”

“His sons and wards, you mean,” Alfred said, melting a bit where he sat. Ellen was every bit as warm and thoughtful as he remembered her mother, as strong as he remembered her father and as sharp-minded as Bruce. “He took in young Master Dick when his own parents died, Master Jason when he found him on the street in his early teen years. Master Timothy came next wanting to be Robin, and now Master Damian has the mantle at a mere ten years old.”

Ellen’s hands threatened to tremble at the thought of children being brought into the crazy mess that Gotham crime was. Her fingers ran cold and her stomach lurched as she remembered some of the more vile criminals she had faced. “He trained children? To fight grown criminals alongside him, are you serious?” Alfred nodded, drawing back as the frigidness that toned Ellen’s voice drowned the room and the darkness in her eyes overtaking her features. He remembered that concern himself, and reached out to console her, to explain.

The library doors opened suddenly and Ellen’s concerns faded into the background as each of the boys entered, free from their vigilante attire. Bruce was nowhere to be found, and she was thankful she would have a few moments to cool off before seeing him again. Dick was first to approach her with a cheery, playful, even flirtatious greeting. Tim greeted her next, his drooping and tired eyes now exposed without his cowl. Ellen insisted he sit down, earning a small smile from the exhausted boy as he folded himself against the arm of a chair. Jason gave a short greeting before going to gaze out the window, and Damian didn’t look at her or say a word at all as he sat down nearby to read.

“This is a bit of a predicament,” Alfred announced, unimpressed by their nonchalant attitude, “seeing as there are no real guidelines for manners in this situation. Would you boys say that, even from another universe, a family member would be family?” Each of the boys agreed, after a short debate and a few thrown books. Ellen was impressed by their ability to think so quickly, especially Tim since he seemed to be half asleep during it. “Well then, I suggest you re-introduce yourselves to your Aunt, Ellen Wayne.”

The boys’ heads snapped to Alfred, their gazes eventually settling on Ellen in shock. “She’s Bruce’s sister?” “She does have the Wayne good looks.” “Wait didn’t his parents die?” “That was here, you idiot, she’s from another universe!” “Don’t you call me an idiot, demon spawn!” “Try and stop me!” “Guys come on don’t fight in the library!”

Chaos erupted as Damian and Jason were at each other’s throats with Dick trying to keep them from killing each other. Tim was already asleep on the arm of his chair and Alfred was rubbing his temples from an every growing headache. Ellen smiled faintly, feeling a sense of home in the insanity that she only got from the streets of Gotham before.

“Alright boys,” she said finally, walking over to Jason and Damian to push them apart. They were surprised by her strength as she managed to keep Jason at bay with one arm and lift Damian by the scruff of his jacket with the other. “You’re giving poor Alfred a headache and Timothy looks like a poster child for college coffee shops, so please stop shouting at least?” Her voice was soothing and soon the two fighters were calm enough to stop and sit on opposite sides of the room.

“How did you do that?” came a rough voice, strained but still strong. Tim jolted awake and stood as the other boys seemed on edge, seemingly ready to head out on patrol out of instinct. Ellen tapped his forehead and he was back down in an instant.

Bruce was in the doorway being ushered into the room by Alfred. His clothes were the same style as she had known, his hair the same, even his voice was the same. But his movements were far too graceful for it not to be an act. His footsteps were nearly silent and his shoulders far stiffer than could be comfortable.

“It seems your sister has a better gift for us than you do, Bruce,” Dick said. Bruce glowered at Dick, brow furrowed and eyes questioning. Dick smirked, obviously impervious to Bruce’s interrogative glare. “She’s from another universe, one where you have a sister. Her name is Ellen Wayne.”

“So my- our- parents, they didn’t die that night?” He asked tentatively, walking over with a quizzical look on his face. Ellen watched him for a moment, a sense of dread filling her as she took in the reality of her brother losing both of his parents. She couldn’t stand to imagine how lonely he had been, her dear brother that she fought so hard for.

“Only Father did, protecting you and Mother,” she said, “she was pregnant with me when the mugging happened. You never told me much about that night, and I didn’t press. You had enough pressures on you as it was.”

Bruce nodded, finally looking at his sister. “I’ll want to confirm that with a DNA test, if you don’t mind,” he said coldly, obviously uncomfortable with her story. Alfred moved to protest but Ellen agreed without hesitation. The boys all glanced at each other, then Alfred as he glared at Bruce in disbelief. It seemed Bruce had offended the old butler by doubting his assurance that she was a Wayne.

They moved back to the cave where Bruce took a blood sample to run it. Ellen was confirmed to be Thomas and Martha Wayne’s child, and the boys silently rejoiced in the background that there was someone in the family that seemed so warm and nice compared to the Bat. It was a far cry from the upbringing Bruce had given them. Even Bruce seemed lighter, eyes following Ellen as she glanced around the cave taking in its advanced technology. “I must say, Brucie,” she said, a small smile forming on her lips, “at least my cave lighting, Mr. brooding-as-I-work!”

The men in the room all said in unison, “your cave?”

Ellen nodded, sitting on a railing that separated the cave’s platform from the cavern beneath is and smoothing her dress down. “What, you think our family didn’t have its problems in my universe?” They shuffled and muttered to themselves, earning a hearty laugh from Ellen as Bruce gripped his chair arm while looking at the trophy reminders of all the rogues he had fought in Gotham.. The sound rang through the cave and shook up the bats, a few of which landed on Damian’s shoulders and at his feet. “Bruce, you helped Mother with the company, poured your heart and soul into helping her. But Gotham needed something besides the police to help. So, I became batwoman. I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt my family again, especially you. I guess it spread to all of Gotham after a while.”

“Why the bat mantle, though?” Jason asked, moving to sit with his back against the railing beside her legs. The boys followed suit, sitting around and beside her. It looked like a picture out of a classroom, with teacher telling all the little kiddies their favorite story. Even Damian listened intently, his young green eyes fixed on her every movement. It was adorable, but only boiled up her anger towards Bruce for allowing such precious children to be brought into this life so young.

“Bruce was most afraid of bats, so I decided to become what he was afraid of. It gave me a sense that if I could deal with it, he wouldn’t have to. Plus, he wouldn’t come near me and find out I was doing this,” she explained, watching as Damian’s face softened in contemplation then grew in disgust.

“Father, you’re afraid of bats?” He spit, earning a stern look that was just as intense as his own. Even Dick backed away from the situation, knowing better than to get in between the two bats.

“Everyone is afraid of something, Damian,” Ellen said, pulling his attention away before the air between them combusted. “I’m sure there’s something that gets to you as well. His at the time just happened to be something you can see and hear coming. Perhaps yours isn’t so easy to spot.”

The boys sat dumbfounded, lost in their own thoughts enough to not hear Alfred approaching the group with a tray of snacks. Ellen chuckled softly and ran her fingertips through Jason’s hair before moving to insist the old butler let her help set out the treats. Jason flinched in the slightest and though it broke her heart, the young man relaxed under her touch almost instantly, though she was sure he would deny it till his last breath. There was more tension with him and the rest of the family, Ellen hoped that her being accepted into the family didn’t bother him.

“Come on boys, you need your strength,” she called. They quickly grabbed the food and flipped, jumped, or grappled their way to their respective spots in the cave to eat. She watched Bruce huddle at the computer once again, nibbling on a finger sandwich. It was an adorable sight, seeing him so serious with such a tiny sandwich. “Come on, join us Alfred!”

The boys looked down from their perches fully expecting Alfred to decline. He tried, but Ellen kept insisting; “Alfie please? You work so hard it’s okay to take a break with us once in awhile!” Admittedly she was valiant for trying, though even Dick had never been able to crack the older butler enough to take a rest. However to their amazement, Alfred broke and took a sandwich from her.

Jason swung over to Dick’s nest and whispered, “how did she do that? You never could.” Dick simply smiled and said, “at least Alfred’s letting himself rest for once. I’ll have to ask how she did that!” Jason sighed, sitting next to his brother and watching carefully. This woman had even won Alfred over in a matter of a few hours, she seemed to fit in here so well. His envy writhed in his stomach like a poisoned snake, frantic and tying itself into knots.

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