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mylifeisfruk4ever · 8 months

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"What the fuck?"

Selina felt that those three words were enough to describe her whole relationship with Bruce Wayne. First as Batman, then as Bruce.

She had thought there might be something between them. Luckily it had passed, and a weird friendship had developed between them. Which might make some people turn up their noses since she was a thief and he was a vigilante but Bruce hasn't been so uptight lately and as long as Selina didn't kill and steal only who deserved it, they were fine.

Still, what the heck?

"Oh, Brucie is growing up," Harley said, all too pleased.

She was upright on the bed, while Pamela sat on the other side trimming her nails, seemingly ignoring the ongoing conversation.

Fuck house arrest for both of them. Why had she accepted? Oh yeah, they were friends.

Alsp, Bruce hoped that with her, Pamela and Harley could direct their impulses towards more correct forms of fighting for their principles, without involving innocent people.

So far it wasn't going to be great, but at least Harley had dumped her clown ex, for good this time, so it was a win.

(Probably more thanks to Pamela than her, but details.)

"Let me get this straight…you, mister, I don't look anyone in the face and if you talk to me for more than five minutes I'll start crying, you want….I can't believe I'm about to say it…learn how to seduce a man."

"Exactly," Bruce replied, as he petted one of Selina's cats.

"Just…why?"

"Who cares?" Harley broke in.

"He finally wants to step outside his boundaries! You have my respect!"

"It's not about going outside my boundaries. It's about planetary security."

"Really?" Selina said, half joking.

"Superman is powerful enough to destroy the planet."

This knocked Harley over, and Pamela finally stopped pretending not to pay attention.

Selina didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or slap him on the head, "Do you want to seduce Superman?!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To discover his weaknesses and use them against him when his powers drive him insane."

"Wow, talking about trust issues," was Harley's comment.

"I like to be prepared," Bruce said.

"What did the boy scout do to make you fear that he might become world dictator at the slightest provocation?"

The man pouted adorable, and grumbled. Selina still wasn't an expert at translating each other's mumbling but she swore it was something like smiling too much, and I don't trust him, he's got something to hide.

Harley said, "Isn't Superman having an affair with that reporter? Lois Lane?"

"She is General Lane's daughter. A close relationship is not advisable."

"She seems to know him well. Why don't you ask her?"

"She wouldn't answer me, so as not to betray him. Everyone says he's a hero."

"And you obviously don't believe it," Selina suspected.

"No."

"What makes you think he might be interested in men?" Selina asked him.

Harley laughed, "Cupcake, no completely straight man would wear pants that tight."

"Same conclusion I came to."

Oh good. The fate of the world was entrusted to a pair of tight trousers.

"Besides, I've done some research on him, and I might be his type. At least physically. What I lack is the ability to seduce him to lower his defenses and believe me harmless."

"Ability you think we have?" Selina asked, not sure whether to feel offended or not.

"Gotham is very sexist," Bruce said.

"You did your best to manipulate men who thought they knew better."

Pamela smiled, "I'm liking this one."

“I told you Brucie's one of the good ones,” Harley genuinely smiled as she said it.

"And he's a weirdo, like us."

Selina wanted to moan. This is what happens when you make friends with strange vigilantes. She said, "So Superman has a thing for brunettes. Good to know. Have you thought about what to do in case your brilliant plan fails?"

"It won't fail," he said confidently.

"You don't know," she insisted, trying to give him some common sense. A futile undertaking, it was Bruce she was talking to.

"Superman is overconfident. He will fall into the net."

"Definitely not dressed like that honey," Harley commented, taking a long look to Bruce.

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"You look like a creepy stalker," Selina said. Army jacket, hat, scarf to cover her face and mascara for her eyes. Bruce was a walking fashion insult. They're definitely going to have to fix his wardrobe, make him wear things that flatter his body and…

Oh god, she was totally on board with that plan, right?

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cloakedsparrow · 2 months

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Another one of those 'Tim joins the Batfamily early' Au's that's also a 'Cass joins the batfamily early' Au, wherein Bruce doesn't suddenly start respecting his children's privacy and boundaries when Jason meets his bio mom and actually hovers right outside the door, thus knowing the moment things turn south. He gets his boy out of there right away (the Joker still has diplomatic immunity for whatever reason and Sheila still dies). Jason is sad about how it all went down, but Bruce explains to him what he'd explained to Alfred before Jason learned about his mom. Between that and how Bruce behaved when he found Jason overseas, he knows his adopted dad loves him, so he's okay.

He does, however, think that they should probably look into the whole thing where Lady Shiva might have slept with his bio dad and then had a daughter around the time Jason was born. Just in case. So they track down feral fifteen year old Cassandra and are kinda thinking they should keep her no matter what when the DNA shows that she actually was Willis Todd's kid all along.

Bruce is definitely keeping Jason's half-sister, so she stays.

Dick comes back from space to learn about all of this and starts spending more time with his little brother and sister, which gets the Titans involved. Raven helps them translate some basic motions beside Cass' greeting punch to speed along communication with her.

While Jason and Cass are bonding and learning to communicate, she keeps bringing this kid to his attention or deliberately putting them in the boy's path. He's a few years younger than them and Jason's pretty sure he's seen him around, but he's never really paid any attention to Tim Drake before. Now that Cass has imprinted on him or whatever, he decides to try to get to know him.

What he eventually realizes is that Cass has been trying to tell him that Tim knows who they are. He's good at keeping a secret, but little clues in his body language when he sees them had clued her in. She can also tell he's studying martial arts and gymnastics, so she sees an easy in and just starts training the kid. That's when Jason figures it out.

Jason and Cass get Dick on board, and the three convince Bruce they need to keep Tim.

Alfred says nothing throughout all this but a room has been set up with a batman and robin bedspread, a bunch of Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie, and Artemis Fowl books, and the closet has been converted into a mini darkroom, so it's safe to say he saw the writings on the wall.

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c-nstantine · 4 months

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Fell in Love with a Stripper

Description: Steve Rogers x black!stripper reader, Tony takes Steve to a strip club

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: allusions to sex, she's a stripper, a dash of racism from American polls (what's new?)

Steve wasn't sure why he let Tony continue to pick the group bonding activities. The first time was ziplining, then a glamping nature retreat, and now Tony had picked a strip club. Steve Rogers is a grown man but sometimes you don't want to be at a strip club with a bunch of people you work with even though they are your closest friends.

"Tony, I don't think this is-" Steve began to explain. He was more worried about how they were going to explain on the news that Earth's Mightiest Heroes were in a shady strip club because that was just so great for optics.

"Nope, we're going in and you, my friend, are going to enjoy it," Tony grabbed Steve by the shoulder and ushered him into the club. Natasha was leaning against the bar sweet talking to the bartender. Bruce was gripping the seat of the chair as he received a lapdance. Clint and Thor were lucky because their partners didn't let them out of the house for this little adventure.

"Wow," Now, Steve had snuck into gentlemen's clubs back in the day and he had seen his fair share of burlesque shows but it's safe to say that they had come a long way since the 1940s. This was the first time that he had been in a modern strip club. The dark haze and the neon lights were distracting a little but his eyes quickly adjusted.

"Pick your jaw off the floor," Tony said sitting him down in the middle of the club. Tony smiled at the waitress who had brought them drinks. It's not like Steve could get drunk anyway.

"What if it gets to the news?" Steve asked his eyes were trying to be respectful but it's hard when there is so much ass in one place.

"Don't worry, I've rented out the place for the night and everyone here has signed NDAs." Tony has thought about this a lot. He thought about it so much that he planned every aspect of the night so nothing could go wrong.

"Does Pepper know you're here?" Steve asked, remembering that Tony was married now. He also has a child. Shouldn't Tony be at home with his family?

"She's at a male strip club," Tony said taking a full swig of his drink.

"Yeah, that track," Steve's eye caught one of the strippers walking by. His eyes trailed her body up and down as her thighs jiggled with each step. Her breasts bounced freely as the clothing she was wearing only really covered her nipples. The butt-length blonde butterfly locs only added to the attraction for Steve.

"Cupcake, this is my friend Steve. Show him a good time," Tony said with a bright smile.

"Of course, Mr. Stark," 'Cupcake' giggled as she led Steve down a dark hall. Steve turned to glare at Tony before his eyes noticed a tattoo down the spine of her back.

Music filled the backroom and there was little light outside of the neon strips that ran from corner to corner. The strips of neon changed colors but Steve's focus was entirely on 'Cupcake's' body.

"Captain Rogers," 'Cupcake' spoke seductively in his ear.

"Mhm," Steve was known to be a man with great resolve but that was crumbling with every second that he was in that room with her. He tried his best to tear his eyes away from her face and succeeded in only having them land on her ample cleavage.

"Do I make you nervous?" She whispered as her hands ran up and down her body. If Steve looked hard enough, he could make out the outline of her nipples.

"Mhm," Steve couldn't form words with the amount of discomfort that he was feeling in his pants. She straddled his lap and he was sure she could feel his dick pulsing between her thighs.

"Look at me, baby. You have such pretty eyes," Acrylic nails grabbed his chin and adjusted his head so that he was looking her directly in the eye and she smiled.

"Thank you, Cupcake," Steve's body stiffened and he was scared to cross a boundary but she was grinding into his lap. Every movement had his dick standing at attention.

"Normally, the customers aren't allowed to touch but I think I can make an exception for Captain America," She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist. Steve gave a small squeeze to her flesh before removing them.

"I don't think that'd b-" He tried to be diplomatic but who needs diplomacy in a strip club? His face was flushed with a bright tinge of red.

"You don't want to touch me, Steve?" She pouted ever so slightly. Once again his hands were placed on his waist as she ground onto his lap. He grew more and more brave and began to let his hands wander her body. He traced the curve of her ass to the swell of her breast. He noticed when her breath hitched as he grazed her nipples.

"What time do you get off?" He asked as the music ended and she got off of his lap.

The two sat in some shitty diner on the corner of the street. It was terribly lit and it was borderline a hazard to eat there. At least the food was good. 'Cupcake' was no longer in her revealing clothing but rather was in a pair of loose sweats and an oversized hoodie. Her makeup was wiped off and her hair was pulled back but Steve was entranced as ever.

"Normally, when guys ask me what time I get off it's so they can have sex with me," She said taking a few sips of her soda. Her eyes watched his movements very carefully. She couldn't quite figure his reasoning out and she didn't like it.

"Well, most guys aren't supersoldiers from the '40s, are they?" Steve said with a shrug and began to munch on his fries.

"Touche and you're a lot bolder when I'm fully dressed," Steve shifted uncomfortably when he remembered what was under her sweats. He remembered what it felt like to have her breath on his neck and her thighs around his waist.

"I want to go on a date with you," He admitted shamelessly.

"With all due respect, Captain America, I don't need saving. Don't be Captiain-Save-A-Hoe I'm perfectly content with my job and my life." She explained. Many times men had 'fallen in love' with her but only wanted to change her into something that she was not. She enjoyed her career and it was her passion.

"Now, I didn't say anything about changing your profession. I don't want to change you, I just want to get to know you," Something about Steve was so honest that she believed him.

"Okay, my name is Y/N," She said reaching out her hand for him to grasp.

"I'm Steve," He said bringing her hand to his lips.

It had been about three months since that night. Steve had managed to keep things between Y/N and him relatively quiet. The two had fallen into a routine that allowed them to be together without raising too many alarms. Steve got used to the long hours and mostly communicated through text messages. However, when the two of them did get together their conversations would last for literal hours. He had accidentally spent the night at her apartment a few times, well enough for him to have his own drawer. Occasionally, he'd notice on facetime when she would wear one of his shirts. It had been clear to the two of them that they were dating but no one else knew.

"When I took him to a strip club, I didn't think he was going to start dating a stripper," Tony tried to justify his role in all of this. He had JARVIS playing Fell in Love with a Stripper by T-Pain on repeat since the story broke this morning.

"Why were you four at a strip club in the first place?" The publicist asked looking between the members of the Avengers.

"Well, Thor was supposed to come but Jane wouldn't let him," Tony once again gave the answer.

"That doesn't-. Captain Rogers, sir, you have two options: either your girlfriend quits her job or you break up with her," The publicist directed this statement directly to Steve to avoid Tony butting in.

"Why?" Steve asked. He promised Y/N he wouldn't try to change her and to be honest, he didn't want to.

"Well, see the public generally wouldn't like to see Captain America with a stripper let alon-. I'll stop talking now," The publicist said with widening eyes realizing what they were beginning to say.

"Let alone a what?" Steve leaned forward and used a commanding tone. Tony looked at him a little surprised that his normally calm demeanor was broken. He must really like her he thought to himself and made a mental note to do a background check on her.

"To put it lightly most of America isn't happy that you're dating a black woman," The publicist tried to put her words lightly. The polls of certain demographics were indeed less than thrilled to hear their beloved American hero was dating a black woman.

"I really don't care. I date who I want," Steve wasn't wrong. He was a hero and his job was to save the day. He didn't really sign up for all of the work of having a public life.

"Okay, then you have to formally introduce her as your girlfriend. I can line up an entire press junket and make it a love story," The publicist was close to pulling her own hair out but remained calm with deep breaths.

"If that's what she wants to do, then I'll do it," Steve wouldn't force her but he knew the conversation that needed to be had would be a long and difficult one.

part 2??????

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piedpiperart · 10 months

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Phantom of Gotham 12

Chapter 11

“So… you’re not going to ask… questions?”

Damian raised a brow, looking towards where Danny was huddled up on one end of the couch, looking warily at his hot chocolate instead of meeting Damian’s eyes. The teenager was dressed in pajamas like Damian was, because their other clothes and winter gear were more water than clothes. Alfred had ushered them in for a warm drink in front of the fireplace while he set up the dining room.

Realizing what Danny was talking about made Damian scoff and set his cocoa down on the table in front of him. “I will not pry into your business, nor your powerset,”Damian said, and Danny’s wide, hopeful yet wary eyes met steady green ones. “I understand how much trust you put in me to share a part of you that you no doubt have had to hide. Even if I am curious, I will not pry into your secrets. I am just glad that you told me,”Damian added. Given that, he made no promises that the other bats wouldn’t be prying into his life, as he was sure of from the info Tim sent him that morning.

Danny slumped with relief. “Thanks,”He breathed. “I’m… I’ve had… bad experiences with people finding out about my…powers. So, thank you.”

Damian nodded, then tilted his head curiously. He’d respect Danny’s boundaries, but he did have one question. “Why tell me?”

Danny smiled. “You remind me of my sister. My younger sister.”Danny clarified. Damian was perplexed, considering he knew Danny had no younger siblings, but kept his confusion off his face. The boy could be talking about a close friend, he reasoned. “I guess I just felt a bit homesick? She used to play with Cujo and I in the snow when she visited in winter. I just… I felt like you’d understand.”

Damian nodded, turning to his hot chocolate to avoid how Danny’s words made him feel warm inside. He hoped his ears didn’t turn red, but given Danny’s infuriatingly soft smile, it was likely. He cursed at his weakness, but found he didn’t mind since Danny had trusted him the most out of all the bats. Thankfully, Damian was saved from embarrassment by Alfred coming to collect them for dinner.

The two boys followed Alfred to the table, passing by some ornate decorations and shelves with what Danny thought might be tea sets. Danny was focused on following Damian so much that he nearly missed the looming figure at the head of the table.

“Father,”Damian greeted, and Danny froze. Looking towards the mountain of a man, he saw an intimidating blue gaze and sharp jawline, wearing fancy business clothes. This was Mr. Wayne. Danny was staying in his house and he didn’t even know if Mr. Wayne knew. Would the man be angry, Danny worried. He’d be fine if the man kicked him out, he was planing on leaving as soon as he could anyways, but if Mr. Wayne called the police then they’d call CPS or he’d have to-

“Damian,”Mr. Wayne greeted his son before turning to Danny. “And you must be Daniel.”

“Danny,”Danny corrected, mostly out of reflex. Being called Daniel gave him flashbacks to the Fruitloop. He hoped Mr. Wayne was not a billionaire like Vlad, even if the man had a bunch of eerily similar kids that may or may not remind Danny of himself and his clones. “Um,”Danny continued, nervously running his hand by the back of his neck,”Thanks for letting me stay here a few days. I’ll be leaving soon though, so uh,”Danny rambled until Mr. Wayne cut him off.

“Nonsense, I hear the kids are happy to have you,”Mr. Wayne smiled reassuringly. Danny relaxed a bit, seeing that the smile was not fruitloopy at all. “Have a seat. The others should be here in a bit, have you met everyone yet?”

Danny sat down next to Damian on the side opposite to Bruce. “Um, I met Tim, Damian, and Jason,” Danny recalled.

“And Steph,”Tim interjected from where he appeared from the hallway. He carried a steaming cup of coffee and somehow looked more tired than before lunch. “We have classes together.”

“Really? What’s your favorite subject Danny?” Bruce asked, turning the conversation back on him, much to his displeasure.

“Uh, I like astrology?” Danny offered, relieved when Tim sat down on his other side. He had a sudden urge to push Tim’s coffee cup from where it was precariously set on the table, but he reigned it in.

“He’s great at engineering and chemistry,”Tim added. “Wants to work with Nasa one day.”

“Oh, are you interested in being an astronaut?” Bruce asked, intrigued. Danny on the other hand did not like the attention, and resisted the urge to turn invisible or kick Tim in the shin.

“I uh, I used to,”Danny nodded, tracing the wood patterns on the table with his fingers.

“Used to what?” A new voice piped up, and Danny looked over to see another black haired blue eyed man. This one looked taller than Tim, but not as bulky as Jason. “Whos this? New sibling?”

Damian scoffed. “No, this is Danny Folson. Red Hood dropped him off before the storm because Danny thought he could survive it with the bare minimum attire in an abandoned building.”

Oh, well, nice to meet you Danny,”The man waved, sitting down on Bruce’s other side. “You can call me Dick.”

Danny would have said something about the name if he wasn’t so nervous at being the center of attention. “Nice to meet you? Are there any more people that live here?” Danny asked, directing his question to Tim, who shrugged.

“Just Jason,”Dick said. “But everyone kinda comes and goes.”

“Speaking of Jason,”Bruce began, “Is he not coming for dinner?”

Dick shook his head with a frown,”Something came up.” Burce frowned, and Danny looked back and forth between the two as they had some kind of secret conversation.

From there, dinner was pretty calm. Alfred came and brought lasagna with breen beans and other assorted vegetables and sides Danny didn’t know the names of. Danny talked with Dick and Tim a lot, with Damian interjecting occasionally. Bruce seemed the quiet type, and to be honest that was fine with Danny. Vlad would have demanded everyone’s attention and spent the whole hour bragging about his accomplishments and complaining about how he could never buy the Packers. It was nice.

Until Bruce started talking again. “So Danny, what are your plans for after the blizzard?” He asked, making Danny wince. He could see it was just a polite way of asking how long you’re staying. “I have a place to stay,”Danny piped up. Tim and Damian both frowned.

“You do?”Tim asked, turning to look at him.

“Is it the same abandoned building you were in before?” Damian raised a brow. Danny had the urge to kick both of them.

“Uh. Yeah but there isn’t really anything wrong with it, and theres other places around can go to. I don’t want to be a bother for you, honest, and the weather’s already been letting up,”Danny argued. Most everyone at the table frowned.

“You’re not a bother, and we have plenty of space here,”Dick countered. “You don’t need to leave.” Nope. Nope, Danny was not doing that. He didn’t need to be adopted or anything, and even i that was something he wanted they’d have to get paperwork and got through CPS and he might have his fake ID discovered, and he didn’t think that was a good idea at all. On top of that, in case the GIW actually discovered his whereabouts, the Waynes would be safer without him there. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine on my own. I’d rather not make it into a big deal,”Danny said firmly.

“We don’t need to get CPS involved, if that’s what you’re worried about,”Bruce started, and Danny was starting to panic. Would they call the police if he ran? Maybe he could sneak out as soon as dinner was over and skip town. If anyone found him that would make the GIW’s job so much easier. Then they’d know where he ended up and come after them.

“Perhaps its best to discuss this another time,”Alfred cut in, and Danny sighed with relief. Bruce frowned, but conceded.

“So Danny, who’s your favorite hero?”Dick grinned. Surprising those at the table, Danny lit up.

“Marian manhunter,”Danny blurts immediately. “He’s from space! And a whole other planet, like man we don’t even know much about martian technology and he’s basically become a diplomat between a lot of aliens and planets to earth. I mean Superman is cool and all but he isn’t really as much of an advocate for aliens like Manhunter-” Danny rambled. Those at the table were pleasantly surprised at Danny’s enthusiasm over J’ohn. Even Bruce had a rare smile.

“What of the heroes of Gotham?” Damian countered. And to his ire, Danny brushed them off as not cool since they weren’t from space. This delved into an argument until Dick stepped in. The tension at the table lightened more as Dick told stories about his siblings, forgetting Bruce’s insensitive interrogation minutes before. Most were embarrassing, or prank wars which Danny found funny. It reminded him of his sister and Ellie. He told them an edited version of a time Ellie, him, Sam, and Tucker had a prank war that ended with the town mayor covered in soup. Which was the time they were fighting Vlad and the thermos had been swapped for an actual thermos filled with soup.

“You have siblings?” Dick asked.

“Yeah! My older sister is Jazz. She basically raised me and she’s studying to be a psychologist. She basically uses my issues as practice for her,”Danny grumbled. “And Ellie is my younger sister. She’s about Damian’s age and kind of a nuisance, but she’s adorable. She likes to travel.”

“And theyre… not in Gotham?” Dick asked, and Danny pursed his lips in contemplation.

“I… don’t want to talk about it,”Danny said eventually, but started on another story about the time Elie met Cujo as a distraction. That led to the topic of pets and Titus, and eventually dinner was over.

Before Danny could excuse himself however, Bruce caught his eye. “You’re more than welcome to stay here Danny. If there’s any way we can help you, don’t hesitate to ask,”Bruce said. Danny looked down at his feet and nodded, knowing he would definitely not do that.

However nice it was meeting Bruce and Dick, Danny was worn out. Both physically and metally he felt tired, and for him that was rare. He figured he’d be able to at least get a good sleep tonight, for however many hours he could. Usually, Danny could tell when he was going to be able to sleep. He’d actually feel tired, and if he tried to push it more he’d pass out in a few hours. Despite the tired feeling, he could never really sleep for more than four to six hours. He figured Jazz might have a field day tracking and predicting his weird sleep schedule. Danny probably would have an easier time with it if he could figure out the pattern, but he had had more pressing things to think about.

He meandered himself back to his room, and plopped down onto his comforter. Danny missed the feeling of sleep. It was strange to get used to sleeping 4/24 hours every day, especially when he had nothing else to do to pass the time at night. He’d already read a bunch and did his homework when he wasn’t flying around as Phantom. Maybe he’d go out later tonight as Phantom when he woke up, he thought.

Chapter 13

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madman479r · 2 months

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Ben 10,000 X Wonder Woman Gibslythe Ship Table

Context:

Ben 10,000 from Classic series

Wonder Woman from Justice league Animated series.

For Ben, this is after Ben 10 Season 3 episode 1 "Ben 10,000", in which he has started to relax a bit though he still maintains a firm attitude, taking being a hero seriously.

For Diana, this is set during the Thanagarian invasion of Earth "Starcrossed".

During this Ben finds himself in a new dimension and Immediately recognises that he's in the middle of an invasion. He manages to free the Justice League and assist them in fighting off the invasion.

During the time the team pretended to be civilians to get to Wayne Manor, Ben went with Diana instead of Bruce, so the fake kiss scene was between them.

After they fight off the Thanagarians and expand the Justice League, Ben decides, if he can't get back home, he might as well stay to help keep this Earth safe. His time in the DC universe, he and Diana grow close and start to date.

Big/Little Spoon: Diana had never shared her bed with another, so imagine her surprise by how comforting it feels to cuddle with someone, a man no less. For Ben he was in the same situation, having been constantly patrolling his earth he actually didn't sleep much at all, so having Diana with him in his arms makes him feel less anxious and jittery about not patrolling the Earth for anything.

Lends/Borrows Clothes: I don't think there's much Diana has that Ben would wear, unless he wants to cosplay as her, but that's not likely to ever happen.

Doesn't/Does Use Pet Names: Diana mainly addresses Ben by his name, only referring to him as something like "My Love" in privacy, not wanting their business to be anyone else's. Ben does the same for Diana, wanting to respect her boundaries, plus he doesn't want to seem degrading to her after having heard of Themyscira's views on men.

Introverted/Extroverted: Both are a healthy balance. With Diana having been raised in a isolated island, she's eager to explore the world and what it has to offer. Ben is the opposite, having seen the world and beyond, but despite having and extroverted personality and life before adulthood, there are times in which Ben would just like to have some peace and indulge in his favourite things.

Affection Through Words/Actions: Despite his sometimes serious and stern attitude, Ben knows the right things to say and do to show his affection to Diana, be it complementing her abilities as a warrior or her beauty, or using one of his aliens to make her a gift or show her something, like going on a flight with her to see the world. Diana tends to show affection through actions such as pecks on Ben's cheek or deep and passionate kisses, pouring her love for him in the act. Another way to show it is through sparring with Ben, Diana is an amazon after all.

Confesses First/Waits For Confession: Back when he was being a hero 24/7, Ben found romance to be distracting and never really bothered with it, so he was no expert on how to confess to Diana. Diana on the other hand decided that beating around the bush wasn't her thing and confessed for feelings to Ben, knowing he just needed the push to show her that he loved her too.

Screams About/Squashes Bugs: One is hero who's seen the scariest monsters and aliens of the universe before his 15th birthday and the other is a near invincible warrior, so bugs don't really scare either Ben or Diana.

Drives the Car/Can't Drive: Ben is better with a car while Diana is better with a jet.

Can't Cook/Makes Dinner: Ben knows the basics to cooking but that's about it. (My headcannon is that Ben 10,000 never really ate much, instead transforming into Swampfire or Wildvine and basking in sunlight like photosynthesis for a few minutes to re-energise himself). Diana was taught how to cook so she knows whats she's doing.

Dislikes/Loves PDA: Ben isn't too wild about PDA, wanting to rather keep it when it's private while Diana is even about PDA, only going as far as small kisses in public, giving hugs or holding Ben's hand.

Overprotective/Chill Going: Having been the top hero back on his Earth has made Ben think he should be the one to take on the baddest of the bad, not out of arrogance or underestimating the other heroes, but because he doesn't want to risk anyone getting hurt when he could do it himself, regardless if he's the one in danger. Diana knows Ben can handle himself, especially after hearing his feats back in his universe, but notices that Ben has a tendency to put himself in unnecessary danger in an effort to keep everyone else safe, so she'll do what she can to fight by his side and keep him safe in return.

Has More/No Relationship Experience: Before he turned stoic and cold, Ben had some experience in dating, though they never worked due to his hero life style. Diana never really had a relationship, the only romantic interest having been Steve Trevor but that was another time.

Horny Levels: Both can keep it in their pants but there are times when they just find it hard to resist one another. Diana neve thought she'd be enticied by man or their bodies but Ben had a physique that gives Diana thoughts which would make Aphrodite blush. The same being for Ben, especially when her outfit leaves little to the imagination.

Awkwardness Levels: Neither feel awkward with each other though sometimes Ben doesn't want to risk making Themyscira's views on men seem justified while Diana can rarely feel uneducated about the world outside of Themyscira.

Jealousy Levels: Both have very little to feel Jealousy about but the ugly emotion can be there at rare moments, like when another man/woman tries to make a move on Diana/Ben

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UnTamed Ch.12

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The Kids were up to something. Bruce was sure of it. It wasn't unusual for the family to be together during holidays. The amount of time they were spending together as a group was suspicious, and to top it off, they appeared to be excluding Damian. All very suspicious. He was doing his best to keep an eye on everything, but he had a lot of kids. Plus, Alfred wasn't helpful.

"Is it anything had?" Bruce asked as Alfred set a cup of tea down. He moved his papers to the side. " You'd tell me, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, Master Wayne." Alfred gives a small smirk and leaves the office. While he was relieved to know it wasn't anything harmful and that Alfred was obviously aware, he was also tense and nervous because his kids were up to something, and Alfred knew and wasn't telling him. He was definitely in for it.

There was a soft knock on his door, and Asta quickly shifted to a cat Damian had called to enter. It was Alfred who came baring cookies and milk. " The others have already raided the kitchen," he said as he placed a plate of cookies and two cups of milk on the bedside table. " I'd thought you'd want some."

Damina hid his shock at the cups. "...thank you".

Alfred gave a small smile and nodded before departing, closing the door and locking the door behind him.

"He knows," They both said once he's gone.

"He... he feels good. Proud?" Asta wasn't entirely sure what he felt, but it wasn't bad. His feelings weren't entirely legible, but they weren't bad. He felt good.

"I trust Alfred; he won't tell anyone." Damian immediately goes to reassure her.

"I know" she doesn't need it. Asta smiles as she takes the cup of milk and a cookie. " He's a good person."

Alferd knows everything or just about. Alfred was aware of Damian's female companion even before he became romantic with her. As sneaky as the two had been, they had slipped up a few times over the years. Take extra food and blankets, constantly closing his door. At first, Alfred assumed it was a hidden pet, then Damian started to ask for romantic advice, which confirmed it to be a person, and then the purchasing of clothing confirmed them to be female.

Followed by a few slipped giggles and unlocked doors, it was easy to find out and put the pieces together. He did what he could to help hide the couple, but there was only so much he could do. Especially with Tim on the case, the poor lad was obsessive.

Right now, he was simply doing his best to keep them distant from his siblings. He, of all people, was well aware of how overwhelming his family could be. They had very few boundaries and little respect for others. Privacy did not exist. Still, Alfred managed to work through it. The love he had for his child and grandchild.

He sighed as he heard the children fighting in the kitchen. They were down to the last cookie.

"Gentlemen and ladies," he said as he stepped into the kitchen to find the kids over the last cookie, as usual. A simple clearing of his throat and all fighting ceased. Walking up to the counter, he takes the last cookie.

"Where's Damian?" Dick asked

"He preferred to stay in his room. He'll be down for dinner, which I must start. Everyone out."

There was a chorus of awws and a crowd of pouts as Alfred shuffled them out. Jason was the last "Can I help?"

"Potatoes need peeling." Jason nodded and went to work.

Alfred smiled and watched as Jason pulled out the potatoes and got to work. He was tall now and bulkier even though he still wore the same face he did when he was 11, and he first taught him how to peel and chop potatoes. He had been a child at some point. Alfred still thought of them as children, but they all had been smaller at the same point. Some were years ago, and others were yesterday. They had grown and would continue to do so, and he hoped to see it all.

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

40-Batcaves and Dead Robins

“So…Jason, are you bringing your girlfriend to dinner tonight?” Bruce asked suddenly.

At the question, everyone went silent and turned to hear his answer. Jason sneered at him because he hated being put on the spot like that, especially in front of everyone. There was a few moments of silence before he finally decided to say something.

“I don’t know. I haven’t asked her if she wanted to come,” He said.

Dick, on behalf of his father, rolled the chair from the batcomputer over to his brother’s phone on the table nearby. Despite Jason’s irritation at the invasion of privacy, especially since his password was now obviously compromised, he didn’t make a move to take the phone from him.

After a few seconds, after the message was sent, there was a ding. There wasn’t too much wondering from the crowd surrounding him about what you said, because as soon as it appeared on the screen Dick read it aloud.

“Of course, Jaybeans, I’d love to! By the way, do you really think your Pops will let me see the Batcave?” Dick then added on his own commentary after seeing Jason’s face, “Don’t be too upset, Jaybird. It’s the last family dinner before the new year, let’s make it fun!”

Bruce chuckled in response to his eldest son, only meeting Jason’s angry eyes briefly before quietly surrendering himself to the idea of staying out of it. Taking his phone back while mumbling about how no one there wouldn’t know how to respect boundaries if it hit them in the face, Jason then disappeared upstairs.

He didn’t mind you coming over—Hell, he wanted you there, but he also hated suddenly springing things like this on you. Jason was about to message explaining what had happened when you replied again.

Should I wear the dress you like so much?

Okay, maybe he wanted you there a bit more than he initially thought because the thought of you in that pretty little pale pink dress drove him wild. After all, it would be nice to see you after the tough time you had with your exams.

When you arrived Jason met you at the door with a kiss, and Dick ran out greeting you like a dog after its owner arrived home from a long vacation. He was excited, pulling you in with Jason trailing behind the cave.

“It’s kind of weird to have someone who’s not, ya know—”

“Wait, wait, wait. Dick,” You laughed. “Let me get my bearings first. I’d like to say hello to Alfred and your Dad before I go invading the most personal of your family’s spaces.”

“But—”

“Dick,” Jason warned. Reluctantly, he let you go.

Bruce and Alfred were thrilled to see you back in their home, saying how long it had been and how much your presence was missed. You felt so welcomed whenever you entered the Wayne Manor as they seemed so happy to have, as they described it, someone normal around for a change. Well, the second normal person. Apparently, Tim had been dating a civilian, too, named Bernard.

The entire time Dick had been impatiently waiting to show you the Batcave, and, by the time dinner had been served, gave up on showing it to you at all. Jason didn’t care whether or not you saw the cave, and, in fact, preferred the latter.

There was too much history in the cave, happy and sad, that he felt like he would have to explain. To Jason, the cave was nothing more than a pit of despair and longing that he knew would turn anyone with common sense.

Forgetting the cave, dinner was great. You seemed more than happy to be there, and Jason was more than pleased, especially seeing you in that dress. The dinner had gone so great that everyone had insisted you stay longer to play some of their games. You joined in with such enthusiasm that Jason already knew you might be stuck at home with him for the night.

Watching you beat Dick and Stephanie in Mario Kart earned you an extremely special place in the household as one of the greatest players of the game, a title previously owned by Steph. Soon enough, Tim was going around to the whole group gathering money on who would win in the next round, all bets going to you. Unfortunately, just as your luck was up, Stephanie quickly earned back her rightful name.

You handed over the controller to Jason, “You play now. I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Oh, do you need me to show you…”

“I’m fine, I’ll be right back, honeybee.” With that and a kiss, you were gone.

Jason watched you go. The first few minutes you were gone he thought about following you, just to make sure you didn’t get lost in the twisted maze of the manor but decided against it.

It wasn’t until the third round he had played did he start to get worried that you were lost. Excusing himself, Jason got up to go find you. The halls were empty and, for once, quiet. He was worried you had left without saying anything until he had come across Alfred.

“She’s with Bruce down in the Batcave,” Was all he said before stepping away.

Jason didn’t know how to feel at that information, especially since he wasn’t there with you. As he made his way to the cave entrance a thousand rushed thoughts were going through his mind. Did you like the cave? What were you thinking? How in the hell did you end up there with Bruce of all people?

Shaking off his trainwreck of an inner voice, he tipped-toed on the stairs down to where the two of you were. When he got down to the platform he could hear you and Bruce talking, voices echoing clearly.

“It’s small,” You said.

Jason, standing back and slightly hiding, could see the two of you standing in front of the glass cases of old suits. The two of you were in front of his, making his heart sink as you stared at it. Even from across the cave it was obvious how fucked the suit was from what had happened with the Joker and that building. There were spots of blood on the yellow and green and black spots from the soot of the explosion.

All remnants of a dead Robin.

Bruce chuckled, thoughtfully and somberly. “He was a small kid.”

“You would never guess it now,” You remarked. It was a joke, but the way you said it was like you were thinking out loud. The wheels in your head were turning, and Jason wanted to know what thoughts your head was cranking out. “I—I can’t imagine what it was like for you, Mr. Wayne, as his mentor and a father. I’m sorry.”

Bruce was quiet for a few seconds before finally saying, “Thank you. I regret what happened every day. He was—No, sorry, still is a good boy. ”

“He’s a softie.” You patted Bruce’s arm. “And a good person.”

“I know, and every day I wonder where he got all that from.”

Jason sat there in stunned silence. His heart was thumping in his chest and all he wanted to do was bury his head in your chest while he cried. It had been so long since someone called him, an over six-foot-tall brick house of a man, a boy, much less a good one.

Suddenly, Bruce changed the subject, “Jason, when did you get down here?”

Jason was sure Bruce had known he was there far longer than he showed but spared him the embarrassment of getting caught by you. You turned around fast with surprise before melting into an expression that just gave away how happy you were to see him. Laughing lightly at himself, he walked toward the two of you.

“A few seconds ago. Dick was getting annoying.”

You giggled, “I’m sorry to have bailed. I ran into your dad on the way back from the bathroom and he offered to show me the cave and…” You gestured all around you. To him it wasn’t much, but, as far, as he could tell, you liked it. “Don’t think I could resist getting a tour from the Dark Knight himself.”

He couldn’t see the appeal in what you described, but the cave and Bruce had become such an odd norm to him. He nodded over to the glass case. “Bruce told you the sob story of the dead bird.”

“No,” You said. “No birds here.”

Jason thought about rebuffing your words when he realized what you meant. Right, there were no dead birds. Just a dead kid. His eyes shifted over to Bruce whose eyes were looking glassier than usual. And, a dead son.

Jason cleared his throat. “We better get back upstairs, Dick’s gonna be pissed when he hears he wasn’t the one to give you the grand tour.”

“That’s right,” You said. “Let’s go. Are you coming, Mr. Wayne? I’d like to hear some more silly Jay-Jay stories.”

Bruce finally tore his eyes away to look at you and nodded. Clapping his hand on Jason’s shoulder and your’s he guided the two of you back upstairs. Though, usually apprehensive to his father’s touches, Jay tried not to be too quick to push away this time.

It was the least a good dead son could do for his grieving father. It would be a good New Year’s resolution anyway, to breach the gap between him and Bruce.

Just as the three of you emerged from the clock entrance upstairs, Dick entered the room. Looking distressed, he whined, “Did you show her the cave without me?”

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Daminette December 2022: 9-Tangled

Marinette was eager to help the Waynes' decorate the manor for Christmas. They had wrapped garland on the staircase banister. Tim had wrapped the tree in lights. Jason was getting all the ornament boxes, while Dick was finding places for the mistletoe. Alfred was out of the house, picking up the girls from the airport and Bruce was still at the office. Marinette was starting to wrap the tinsel around the tree, with Damian keeping the ladder in place.

"Oi, Dick, you can't put mistletoe everywhere!" Jason complained.

"Try and stop me!" he cried out.

"I don't want to kiss anyone here!" Jason shouted, beginning to chase the elder Wayne brother around.

In the midst of the chaos, Dick hit a leg of the ladder and tripped. Jason froze. Dick quickly scrambled away, as the ladder rocked for a moment. Damian held the ladder, but Marinette became unbalanced. She fell and gripped the tinsel.

"Got you, Angel." Damian spoke.

Marinette sighed in relief. Neither of them had expected Titus to rush by and drag the remaining tinsel along. Damian felt his legs give under him and held onto Marinette tight, as he took the brunt of the fall. Marinette and Damian ended up tangled even further in the tinsel. Marinette opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Damian. Her cheeks flamed red being so close to him. Marinette knew she was Damian's friend, even if she did have a tiny crush on him, but she didn't want him to know that.

A flash caught her eye. Her and Damian turned and saw Jason taking pictures with his phone. Tim was passed out on the couch, courtesy of swapping his coffee to decaf and Dick was busy chasing Titus around the room.

"I'm sorry, Damian." Marinette whispered, turning away from the phone.

Damian attempted to look at her, but couldn't see her face. He settled for a reassuring squeeze.

"You have no reason to apologize." He replied, "You didn't do aything wrong."

"I know you don't like physical contact." Mari answered.

"This time, it's okay." he whispered, "You respect my boundaries. I'd rather catch you then watch you fall. I don't want you hurt."

"Thank you, Damian." she said.

"Are you gonna keep taking pictures Todd or help us?" Damian growled, "We still have to fix the tree before everyone gets here."

Jason sighed and put his phone away.

Marinette smiled, "Leave the phone to me."

Damian wasn't sure how she was gonna do anything, but Jason was finally untangling them.

Marinette winced, as Jason helped her to her feet. Damian quickly glared at Todd and frowned. He looked around the room and it was a mess. Drake was passed out; mission accomplished. Grayson was still chasing Titus around the manor.

"Todd, fix the tree." He demanded, "I'll take care of Titus. We don't want another accident. I'll send Grayson to help you."

Damian picked up Marinette and set her down on the couch, opposite of Tim.

"Once I have Titus, I'll be back with ice." he spoke.

"No." Marinette replied, "It's-It's okay. Just let me rest for a bit."

Jason frowned, "Sorry Pixie. I should have helped you both sooner."

Marinette waved off his concern, "I'm clumsy. I probably would have fallen one way or another."

Jason grabbed the end of the tinsel and began to roll it up so he could adjust it. He quickly looked at Marinette and saw her looking at her phone.

'Must be texting her parents. They're proabably waking up right now.'

Jason went back to fixing the tree. The tinsel had tightened around the branches when Marinette had fallen and with Titus pulling it, it hadn't helped in the slightest. He quickly took to loosening the tinsel. Dick came and help the other end of the wound up tinsel so there was enough slack to place everything.

By the time the girls, Alfred, and Bruce had gotten home, the Christmas tree had been decorated and Titus was back in Damian's room. They quickly noticed Tim passed out on the couch.

"It's a Christmas miracle!" smiled Steph.

"It's decaf." Mari whispered back.

The family chuckled. Bruce picked up Tim and took him upstairs to bed. Patrol was off the table for the night. The girls had jet lag. Bruce had a very early meeting and the two teens had finals. Batman had decided he wasn't letting Nightwing and Red Hood patrol unsupervised together, after last time.

Marinette hugged everyone good night and turned to go upstairs. Damian scooped her up. Marinette squeaked in surprise and held on tight.

"Damian!" she cried out, "Put me down!"

"You'll worsen your ankle on the stairs." he answered, "It'll be difficult for you to navigate towards classes on crutches."

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" she insisted, but Damian ignored her.

Damian continued up the stairs, "You're going to sleep. I better not hear your sewing machine."

Marinette stayed quiet after that. Not five minutes later, Damian got into bed when his phone went off.

'Who would message me so late at night?'

Damian grabbed his phone and saw Marinette had texted him.

'Why would she message me? At least she's messaging me and not walking over here to talk.'

Damian opened the text and saw the pictures Jason had taken of them.

'How did she get these?'

Damian: Go to sleep

Marinette: XP

Jason smiled evilly as everyone had gathered around the dining table for breakfast.

"I have something to show everyone!" he announced, "I took some pictures last night of Damian and Marinette! It was very funny before you all got here."

"I fell off a ladder!" Marinette cried.

"I recall having to chase Titus because Grayson was too tired to keep up." Damian declared.

"Someone switched my coffee to decaf!" shouted Tim.

"You need the sleep!" everyone replied, making Tim pout.

"Are you okay, Marinette?" asked Steph.

"Yeah." she spoke, "It just wasn't a fun experience." glaring at Jason.

Jason waved her off, "You were the one who wanted to decorate the place."

"Well, sorry for wanting the manor to be festive, Mr. Grinch!" Mari replied.

Jason rolled his eyes and brought up the gallery on his phone. He was shocked to see there was no evidence of Marinette and Damian tangled up in the tinsel.

"No!" he shouted, "Where is the photos? I took like twenty pictures! My blackmail!"

"Blackmail?" questioned Bruce.

"Timbers, do your thing!" he shouted, throwing his phone at Tim, "Work your techy magic! I need those photos!"

Damian eyed Marinette as she silently ate her breakfast. There wasn't a trace of pleasure or guilt on her face. She had sent him all the pictures from her own phone.

'How did she do it?'

Tim sighed, "It looks like you left the auto-erase feature, we programmed into the phones, on. It must have erased while you slept."

Jason groaned as he got his phone back.

"You got lucky." Jason announced, and started angrily eating his food.

"So, how did you get the photos?" Damian questioned Marinette later.

Mairnette blushed, "I've stolen phones before, but I always returned them. It was always for a good reason."

Damian inched closer, "What was the reason this time?"

"I know you wouldn't want to be manipulated or laughed at, even from your own family." Mari whispered.

Damian smirked. He knew Marinette was a good person. He knew that very well. It's why he had so easily called her a friend.

"Don't worry, I gave him back his phone." Marinette continued, "I just sent the pictures to me, through a text, and then to you. Then, I deleted the text messages and set up the auto-wipe. It's up to you to delete them."

"When?" Damian asked.

"Yesterday." she spoke, looking down, "I faked my ankle. When he untangled us, I took it. He was busy helping fix up the tree, while you took care of Titus. My phone looks like his so he didn't even notice when I was looking at his phone, in front of him. I slipped it back into his jacket when I hugged him good night."

Damian chuckled.

'No wonder Selina likes her. Probably caught her in the act a couple times.'

"I should head back inside." Mari stated, "I still have to work on the rest of the gifts."

"Of course. I'm sure everyone will appreciate your gifts." Damian replied.

Marinette walked away, back towards the manor. She hadn't accounted for the wet grass and slipped. Damian quickly rushed over to help her up. Marinette quickly pulled away, once she was to her feet.

"It's alright, Marinette." he spoke.

Marinette continued to look away from him. She pointed up.

'Why would she point up?'

Damian looekd up and saw the mistletoe.

'Oh.'

"I'll-I'll see you later, Damian." Mari replied.

Damian quickly grabbed her hand. Marinette turned and stared at him. Damian brought her hand up and kissed it. He watched as her cheeks flushed, instantly.

"Take care of yourself. If you hurt your hands, you won't be able to create your amazign designs." He whispered.

Marinette nodded and quickly rushed away.

'She isn't a horrible choice to keep around the manor permanently. Perhaps there is a way to change her view of me to a suitor.'

Damian pulled out his phone and looked at the picture with them tangled in the tinsel. There had been only five pictures he had kept. His favorite was her looking at him and her cheeks red. The photo after that, she had looked away, just like she had now.

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bluejaysandblackbats · 7 days

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Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Three: Heads or Tails

A few days later, as Jason got ready for school, he decided to call Bruce out of curiosity. Bruce answered the phone immediately, apologizing for their last conversation. "Good morning," Jason greeted him.

"You're up early. Is something wrong?" Bruce asked. Jason grabbed his lunch from the refrigerator.

"No, I just wanted to call you," Jason replied, "I'm getting ready to go to work, and I wanted to thank you for respecting my space this weekend."

Bruce didn't say anything for a moment. Instead, he cleared his throat. Jason put his phone on speaker as he poured coffee into a thermos. "You didn't tell Lane about what happened?" Jason asked.

"No, I didn't tell him anything. I just asked Clark to give Laney your number, nothing else... Did you want to talk to me about what happened?" Bruce asked, and Jason started feeling an uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

"Kind of... But, not now. Maybe a different time?" Jason asked. Bruce made an affirmative noise. "I just wanted you to know that I miss you."

"I miss you too, Jason," Bruce whispered, "Can I ask you something?"

"Mhm," Jason answered as he slipped his shoes on.

"Do you think maybe we can have lunch over the phone later?" Bruce asked.

Jason grabbed his keys and shoved them in his pocket. "My break's at noon," Jason replied, "How's everybody?"

"They're okay. Dick went back to San Francisco yesterday," Bruce replied, "Damian's at his mother's... Tim's out of town with a few of his friends... But they're fine. Everyone's doing alright."

"That's good," Jason whispered as he made his way out of his apartment, "I'll talk to you at lunch?"

"I'll be looking forward to it," Bruce replied.

Jason made a soft noise and hung up before entering the tutoring center and clocking in. He set up his table, and a girl sat down across from him. He worked with her on a writing assignment for nearly thirty minutes, and she was immediately replaced with an older man.

"Good afternoon, young man. I don't need much help today. I just wanted to ask if you had any instructions for the Chicago format," the man asked. Jason nodded and took out a yellow piece of paper, and he explained where the same information could be found online. "Oh, I have one more question. Is the food in the cafeteria any good? I've forgotten my lunch."

"Uh-huh, I wouldn't eat anything from the fridge, but the cooked food is fine," Jason answered. The man smiled and thanked him, going about his way. For nearly an hour, Jason sat with no one else to assist, and he saw someone standing outside the glass doors. He leaned forward to see who it was, and by the time he could make out the face, she was sitting across from him at the table.

"Cass, you don't go here," Jason whispered. She shrugged.

"I didn't follow you. I was waiting for Steph," she replied, "What are you doing?"

"I'm working," Jason answered, "Steph has a class this early?"

Cass shook her head and tapped on the table. "Can I give you a hug?" Cass asked. Jason smiled and stood up, opening his arms and giving Cass a hug.

"When are you supposed to meet her?" Jason asked.

"Ten minutes from now. I'm early," Cass whispered as she sat back down across from him. "We miss you."

"Well, I work here Monday and Wednesday from eight to two, and Friday from eight to noon... So, I'm here most of the week if you wanna stop by," Jason replied. Cass smiled.

"I think I have to go now, but it was nice to see you," she smiled. Jason waved at her as she left the tutoring center, and he took out his phone and sent a text to Bruce. A few people stopped by asking for writing resources. For the most part, things were quiet.

The day seemed to drag on forever until lunchtime. He left the building and sat on a bench outside.

His phone rang, and he plugged in his headphones, answering with a controlled, "Hello?"

"Did you still want to have lunch?" Bruce asked.

"Mhm, I do... Um, Bruce, I need you to know I've never been mad at you. I'm just struggling with a lot of bad memories right now," Jason confessed. His hands shook as he opened his bag to get his lunch, and Bruce said something over the phone that Jason couldn't hear. "Huh?"

"I'm sorry... I was just a little shocked. Was it something that happened while you were with me?" Bruce asked.

"No, it wasn't you. It's not you... It's—." Jason swallowed hard. "Sorry... It's something I remembered from when I was little." Jason took a deep breath and went on to catalog several years' worth of abuse and torture while in tears. He could hear Bruce set the phone down, and he took another deep breath.

"Jason, I didn't know—."

"It all came flooding back last semester, and I couldn't explain it to you then," Jason mumbled. He felt as if he couldn't catch his breath.

"Jason, I'm glad that you shared this with me today... I'd like to think you're ready to come home now, but I imagine that's not the case just yet. Am I right?" Bruce asked. Jason made an affirmative noise.

"I don't wanna move back, but now that you know what's going on in my head, I'd like to visit," Jason answered. He wiped his face with his sleeve. "I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about wanting to come home."

"You can come home whenever you want to. Jason, we love you..." Bruce swallowed hard. Jason nodded and took a deep breath.

"I love you too, Bruce," Jason replied and sniffed. Jason started on his lunch, and he could hear Bruce open a soda. "I saw Cass today."

"You did?" Bruce asked. Jason took a bite of his sandwich.

"Uh-huh, it was nice seeing her," Jason added.

"Pastrami?" Bruce asked.

"Tuna, I had pastrami on Thursday," Jason corrected him. They spoke to each other for a little while until they both finished eating, and Jason raised one of his legs and rested his chin on his knee. "It was nice speaking to you today."

"It was nice speaking to you too, Jason," Bruce replied. Jason hung up the phone and finished his lunch.

He drank the rest of his coffee and went back to work. He set up his table once more, and he finished out his shift. He walked across the campus to wait for his class to start and charge his phone.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the campus, Laney sat in a corner in the cafeteria, facetiming his father. "Are you staying out of trouble?" Clark asked. Laney nodded. "How was your weekend?"

"I had a great weekend. I went to a party in the East End with Jay, and I spent most of the weekend at his apartment... I left Sunday morning—." Laney moved closer to the phone to look at Clark.

"What?" Clark asked.

"You're buttering me up because Mom has bad news... Right?" Laney asked.

"What? No," Clark answered. Lois made a noise in the background and took the phone from Clark.

"Hi, Lane," Lois greeted him.

"Mom," Laney replied.

"Don't do that—."

"You're canceling on me, aren't you?" Laney asked. Lois shook her head.

"I'm not canceling on you. I'm rescheduling," Lois replied, "If you can reschedule for any time next week—."

"Why?" Laney asked coldly. Lois took a deep breath. "Don't do that. Don't act like I have no right to be angry about this—."

"I'm not. Laney, I didn't realize that our thing was the same day as Sammy's field trip—."

"So this is about Jon? Why can't Dad chaperone?" Laney asked.

"Because he's covering a story out of town on Friday. Just bear with me. If you reschedule for next week, I'll be there," Lois replied. She softened. "Lane, how's Jason?" Lois sat down on the couch next to Clark.

"Asking the wrong questions, Mom... And the answer to your actual question is no. No, I didn't tell him about the actual reason we weren't allowed to hang out anymore," Laney replied. Clark relaxed his shoulders. "And to your leading question, he's Jason. The same Jason that I've always known."

"I'm glad you kept it to yourself, Lane," Clark replied.

"I'm not happy about it, but everyone knows that already," Laney replied, "I just don't get the point of lying to him. It's not benefitting anyone—."

"Lane, please tell me you're not going to start problems on purpose by telling Jason something he doesn't need to know," Lois sighed.

"I won't cause problems on purpose. It's not like I don't care about Jason..." Laney ate his french fries. "But don't you think that it's wrong that his memory of what happened is a complete lie?"

"It's not for us to say," Lois replied. Laney sighed and picked over his food.

"Anyway, how are the boys?" Laney asked.

"Sammy's running for class president, and Chris just joined an afterschool club," Clark answered.

"So, that's why no one's home yet?" Laney asked. He finished his milkshake and tapped the bottom of the cup against the table.

"Would you like to share your feelings about being away from home?" Clark asked.

"Do we have to do the whole feelings thing?" Laney asked. Neither parent answered. "Okay, fine. I felt like I was gonna be alone, but it's nice to know that I still have a friend here." Laney paused to wait for their answer, only to see that they were smiling. "Please don't do that... I'm only telling you guys what you already—."

"We love you, Lane," Clark whispered. Lois's eyes softened.

Laney softened as well, and he let out a breath of air.

"I love you guys too... And Mom? I'm gonna reschedule for next Friday, okay?" Laney asked. Lois nodded.

"We've gotta go, but we'll talk again soon," said Clark.

Laney finished his call and threw away his food before going back to his car. His roommate called him on the phone, and he rolled his eyes before answering. "Hi, buddy," Laney answered. The fire alarm beeped in the background.

"How do I put out a grease fire?" she asked.

"Jesus Christ. Okay, put the cookie pan over it or take some salt and throw it on the fire. I'm on my way home right now," Laney replied as he put his phone on speaker and set it down in the cupholder. "I've got you on speaker..." Laney pinched the bridge of his nose and held back a laugh. She started crying.

"I'm so sorry, Lane, I completely forgot that I left the fire on and—."

"Sylvia. Sylvia, listen, it was an honest mistake. No one's mad at you. I was already on my way home," Laney reassured, "I bet you it's not even that bad." He couldn't make out the next few things that she said, so he chose not to answer until he got to their building.

"The whole apartment is hazy—."

"I'm almost up there. Just relax, okay?" Laney raised his voice while maintaining a gentle tone. He went up the stairs, and he hung up the phone as he let himself in. He immediately started choking from the smoke in the room.

"Sylvie! Gus Gus! I'm home," Laney called, and Sylvia came off the fire escape in tears holding Laney's cat. He took off his sweater and swung it at the smoke alarm.

"Lane, I'm so sorry. I left the stove for five seconds to go to the bathroom—." Laney took his cat. "Come on, let's go back to the fire escape," Laney suggested. They climbed out the window to the fire escape. "Don't worry, everybody does this." He sat down, and she sat close by him.

Sylvia didn't say anything at first. She just sat next to him, wiping the tears from her eyes, and Laney took a deep breath. "Need a hug?" Laney asked. She nodded, and he put his arm over her.

"I thought you would be mad that I scared Gus," she whispered.

"Gus is fine. Thanks for taking him outside," Laney replied as he rubbed Gus's ears. "It sounds like you had a rough day. Are you okay?"

She shrugged. "I just miss my mom," Sylvia whispered, "I know I can call her, but it's not really the same as seeing her in person."

"I understand that... I really do," Laney whispered.

"But you're so good at living on your own," Sylvia replied.

"It took a long time to learn how to live alone," Laney explained, "I was in a boarding school for two years, I lived in a dorm my freshman year in Metropolis, so I've had a lot of experience living away from home... But I know what it feels like to be homesick."

"How long did it take you to stop missing home?" Sylvia asked. Laney shrugged.

"A long time, but it's normal," Laney whispered, "Have you made any friends here yet?" Sylvia mumbled something and made her way back inside. "Huh?" Laney asked. He let Gus back in the house and made his way inside. "Was that a touchy subject?"

"I have a girlfriend here," Sylvia answered out loud. Laney cocked his head.

"Wait, have you not ever said that out loud before?" Laney asked. She nodded. "Oh. Oh! Sylvia, listen, if you ever want to invite your girlfriend over, this is just as much your apartment as it is mine."

"So, you don't have a problem with me—."

"I have no problems with you. You're a great roommate," Laney replied as he threw the charred pot in the trash. "Even if you almost burned our apartment to the ground today." Sylvia laughed. "I'll order in."

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mzminola · 1 year

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Brentwood arc is giving me more thoughts on Steph & Bruce being similar to each other, specifically in their interpersonal relationships.

So I either misremembered or just plain old missed the first time around reading this section, but Stephanie does tell Tim she thinks he’s cheating on him: she calls him a ��two-timing louse” to his face, and there’s not really any way for him to interpret that other than that she thinks he’s cheating on her.

What Steph doesn’t do is tell him WHY she doesn’t believe his denial.

Spoiler sees Robin worried about Star, he points out the problem is that there’s a weapons deal going down. She calls him a two-timing louse, he says Star “is just a friend”, and that the situation “is complicated...” and Steph cuts in with “I know. The ‘secret identity’ thing. Well, keep your secrets. In fact, keep your life to yourself.”

Which, honestly, reads as a break-up to me. It reads as Steph dumping Tim, which is reasonable if she can’t bring herself to believe him!

A recurring thread in Tim’s comics is that being Robin makes him a lousy boyfriend. Whether he’s dating a civilian or another cape, he can’t be open about the other parts of his life, he’s tired all the time so he falls asleep on dates (along with in class), and at the end of the day, he’s always* going to prioritize Robin.

[*Haven’t gotten there yet, but much later when he does try to prioritize a date with Zoanne, Batman literally crashes it. So. Uh. Bruce what the fuck.]

In this case, Tim has come back to Gotham but been moved to a boarding school, and won’t tell Steph that. Won’t explain why his Robin hours are limited, why he can’t drive anymore, how he knows the civilians he knows, etc, because of two reasons: One, he’s worried any information he gives her, no matter how vague, will lead to her learning his secret identity, which is tied to several other heroes as well. Two, for his own sanity, he’s trying to keep Robin and Tim as separate as he can, because recently they’ve been converging more and it’s freaking him out.

Tim is not always the best at interpreting meaning if it isn’t direct, at least when it comes to his own relationships rather than analyzing other people, so he keeps thinking of Steph as his girlfriend after the above conversation and trying to talk to her. She rebuffs the attempts, which is, again, reasonable if she’s dumped him.

The problem is that, it turns out, Steph hasn’t dumped Tim in her view, either. She decides she’s “waiting for him to come clean”, and later when she stops rejecting him, she doesn’t think of it as “getting back together”, just as things “working out”.

Before that, Steph decides to stalk Tim and Star in order to learn his civilian identity, an action which she describes (out loud! to Tito, when she thinks he’s Tim!) “Now I have something on you. How’s it feel?”

Stephanie knows Tim wants to keep the two parts of his life separate; it was literally a condition of them dating, and a few days or weeks before this all went down they had this dialogue exchange:

Tim: “There’s a lot of changes in my private life, Steph.”

Steph: “The part I can’t know about.”

Tim: “I’m sorry about that, too.”

Steph: “I told you I’m cool with that.”

And now, a handful of issues later, she isn’t cool with that. Which is also reasonable! People get to change their minds about comfort levels in a relationship! Except that she doesn’t have an honest conversation about it with him, because she’s already decided he’s a cheater. Nor does she decide “welp, the condition of dating was not knowing his identity, and I’m no longer okay with that, therefore we will no longer date.”

So similarities we see between Stephanie and Bruce in this arc...

Once they’ve reached a conclusion, they’re very hard to persuade otherwise, and extremely unwilling to take others at their word.

Relationships have to be on their terms; whether they follow the other person’s boundaries is based on their own whims, they don’t actually respect those boundaries.

They tend to shut down communication when angry or upset; that’s a common stress response for most people! But when paired with the ability to still make and carry out elaborate schemes, it comes across less as emotional-stress-induced-difficulty, and more either a punishment for the people they’re upset with, or an unreasonable expectation that the other person should be a mind reader.

They’re more comfortable when they have leverage over someone.

All the Bats have similarities to each other (if they didn’t, they’d be in some other comic), but it’s interesting to see how those similarities play out sometime.

#min reads comics #DC #Batfam #Robin 1993 #Brentwood arc #Stephanie Brown #Stephanie Brown Critical #Bruce Wayne Critical #comics meta

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lazaruswitch · 24 days

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Conversation really shouldn't be this difficult, all things considered, like the fact that Damian's brother was apparently only like, an year older than her, and also part Crime Alley kid. In her defense, Damian's brother was fucking weird and off-putting, especially for an alleged 17 year old.

For one, he glowed weirdly at random intervals, and in different colors, like roiling green but also fiery red or bright yellow-white, but only when she was never looking right at him. But she can't talk about it because Damian will flip his shit.

And then there's the swords. Physical and not. Because he had a bunch of fancy swords from the League but could also conjure magical fire swords from nowhere. But she can't talk about it, because Damian will flip his shit.

Freakiest of all might be that Bruce kept being weird about playing nice? Not antagonizing him? Not pushing for information? Which was just, fucking, crazy. THE Batman, trying to respect boundaries or some shit, and for Talia al Ghul's mysterious older secret kid who was definitely hiding something. Literally where did all the bat habits and paranoia go?

But she can't talk about it, because then he got even more weird, and then would basically try to gaslight her, she's pretty sure. She'd think he was like, possessed, except he was his usual self literally any time else. It was only when teenage al Ghul came up or was involved that he got like that.

There was definitely something going on without her knowing, and she was definitely being kept out of the loop. Per usual. Fuckers.

Worst of all - mostly because this was the most inane but it'd been driving her mad since she accidentally stumbled across the guy and kicked off this whole mess - Crime Alley al Ghul walked like he was Yasmeen Ghauri's kid or something. Like sure, the haircut and occasional facial expression or side eye was more remixed Shalom Harlow, but that walk was basically a much more improved version of her attempts to emulate the tigress strut in middle school.

But she can't talk about it because Damian will Really flip his shit. For a not-even-preteen he was way too sensitive and defensive over his absent teenage brother.

All in all, she'd rather not be the one stuck here making nice with - fuck she didn't even know his name - Damian's brother, but she was, and it was very tense, and felt kinda like babysitting, and she's not really sure what he's doing in Gotham at all to begin with, but like. Whatever.

It's not like anyone ever told her anything or recognized her skills, even though she was the one to see the guy when no one else ever caught even a hint of his presence in the city. This situation was hardly new in that light. Fuckers.

Nevertheless, keeping quiet and confused helps no one, so.

Icebreakers. How to break the ice? Maybe if she made nice she could get something out of this guy, seeing as no one else would ever give it to her straight. Fuckers.

"So," Stephanie began awkwardly. Damian's brother glanced at her. "Uh, what's with the Shalom Harlow look?"

He blinked, and she blinked, and then his eyes narrowed and he yanked down the mask that always covered his face.

(Which, hey another stupid thing that made him weird, this guy's face was always covered and no one knew what he looked like, and Bruce just fucking left it alone. But she can't talk about it.)

(On that note, wow, ok, yeah, this guy was definitely 17. The fancy coat and hidden face and shadow lurking bullshit made him seem older but that was a high school face if she's ever seen one. Maybe if she got a fancy coat she'd get taken seriously.)

"Shalom Harlow my fucking ass, what do you mean Shalom Harlow?" he snapped. "I don't look anything like her. Shalom Harlow. Ridiculous."

Damian inflects the same way, mused Stephanie, but aloud she said, "Technically you're more like an off brand imitation Shalom Harlow."

"Why the fuck would you say that -"

#jason todd au #jassem al ghul au #batfam #stephanie brown #probably at least somewhat ooc at least but i'm not even sure where I'm going with this au it's very bare bones #cracky for fun but probably didn't actually happen in the au at least not like this #my au

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gammacousin · 5 months

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Natasha Romanoff: “I have tried my absolute best to respect unspoken boundaries concerning personal inquiries but this weekend has been-…!”

Jennifer Walters: “Ask away! 'll tell you anything you want to know.”

Natasha Romanoff: “How did your aunt remain sane when she had the two of you together?”

Bruce Banner: “With a lot of wine.”

Natasha Romanoff: “If you two could pause arguing over the best way to stop brain freeze, I need wine.”

Bruce Banner: “Sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia.”

Jennifer Walters: “It’s hitting again-!”

Natasha Romanoff: “…WINE!”

#bruce banner #natasha romanoff #she hulk #brutasha #jennifer walters #hulk #marvel #marvel misquotes #black widow #shulkie

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aceofshitposts · 6 months

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Trick or treat!!!! :3

spins the wheel you get part of a wip

Harley flicks the light on in her single dorm room to find Bruce fucking Wayne lounging in her desk chair.

"What are you doing in my room?" she asks, fighting the urge to flick the switch back off and leave. Maybe head over to the campus bar and have a drink, maybe then she would have the presence of mind enough to deal with this.

"Your window was open," Bruce says with a wicked grin, as if that explains anything at all. The smile is slightly off put by the obvious bruising around one swollen eye and bleeding nose.

"Good god, what happened to your face?" Harley asks, deciding to ignore the fact Bruce apparently climbed in through the window for the moment.

“Just had a friendly chat with some men about respecting people’s boundaries.”

Right. Got into a fight then.

Harley sighs, rubbing a hand down her face. How this has become her life is beyond her. If she had known that being partnered with Bruce for one project in first year would lead to him showing up through her window whenever he felt like it she probably would have been more insistent on switching with somebody else. It could be worse, Bruce could’ve been the exact kind of rich weirdo she’d feared him being when they’d first met.

Having him turn out to be a different kind of weirdo altogether was… well, Harley wasn’t sure yet.

“And you didn’t think about the irony of not respecting mine when you came here?” Harley asks ten minutes later after grabbing a baggie full of ice from the dormitory fridge.

She stares him down while he carefully applies the ice bag to his face, hands on her hips. Bruce stares back, apparently not having considered that Harley may not have wanted him crawling through her dorm window.

“Apologies, I didn’t think,” he says, slipping into that annoyingly formal way of speaking he does when he’s upset. He rises from the seat while still mumbling, thanking Harley for the ice in short, polite words.

“Sit back down, you weirdo,” Harley snorts, pushing him first back to her desk chair then changes her mind, “actually sit on the bed I have an exam tomorrow.”

“Please, you’re the smartest person I know,” Bruce remarks, moving to lay back against her bed, one hand holding the baggie full of ice. He relaxes now that Harley’s shown she’s not actually upset with him, closing his eyes and tipping his head back against the wall.

Harley rolls her eyes although Bruce can’t see it. “Even if that were true, that wouldn’t give me a free pass.”

#the real trick or treat is gonna be what pairing you get out of my wips LMAO #astrix writes #astrix answers

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jason comes back to Gotham after being resurrected to find Bruce's little wife <3

he's shocked, maybe outraged before he actually gets to meet the teenager that bruce apparently wants to spend his life with

he has so many mommy issues but Tim erodes them all, the way he's gentle and patient and doesn't falter when Jason snaps and initially declines to get to know him. the way he brings light to Alfred's eyes and actually gets Dick to willingly hang around the manor and most of all the way Tim gets Bruce to understand the way he's been communicating with his sons has been so one-sided and disastrous

Timmy as a devoted little wife <3

wifey timmmy!!!!!!!!!!!!😩😩😩😩!!!

tim definitly gentle parents, a sharp contrast to bruce's overbearingness and demand to be let into every aspect of his children's lives. when tim comes in he teaches bruce boundary, asks he respect his children if he wants respect in turn. dick is distrustful and wary about bruce's girlfriend (not only because 1. that's not a girl 2. that's a kid 3. there's no way he's going to let himself be parented by someone younger than him!)

but dick folds. he just likes it too much to have someone call him sweet heart and sweetie. tim takes the bus to bludhave (nearly an all day trip) just to bring dick freshly baked goods and ask how he's doing.

he gently cups dick's cheek and strokes his head in this way that has dick just arching into it. dick remembers his mom. recalls how gentle and kind she was but how she's speak with an authoritative voice when dick was doing something bad.

when dick and bruce get into arguments or fights tim doesn't leave the room like alfred he comes between them and scolds them both for yelling at each other but espcially towards bruce. dick watches in silent awe as tim wraps his hands around the pointy ears of bruce's cowl and drags his face down to look at tim as he tells him that he'd better have a good reason for raising his voice at his son.

dick's relationship isn't always the best with bruce. but he vists more often. mainly to see his mom and alfred. dick reaches out more though. he feels like he can talk to tim, confide in him. he tells tim about dates, failures in his reltionships, hard times he's having at work. and tim is always there with support, words of love, encouragement, and ressurance.

he never got that from bruce. and alfred. he tried but it was never really enough.

now that dick is getting it. a real parent. an actual parent who loves him, coddles him. wants what's best for him while letting him spread his wings.

dick never got around to calling bruce his dad outside of his head. until tim.

bruce goes still like someone's pressed pause on him when dick first introduces him and tim as his parents.

he ignores the looks people shoot him when they hear him call a teenager 'mom' in the middle of the mall. for the first time in a decade, bruce goes out and buys a mother's day card and mother's day flowers with a box of chocolates.

something about it just rubs a balm over dick's soul. it's like he's going through the cathartic act of healing a wound he hadn't noticed was still opened.

it takes jason longer to buy it.

dick doesn't blame him.

dick was just as wary when he'd caught wind of tim.

dick was certain that bruce had just been doing it for a case, maybe a cover- something that had to do with batman. that was the only reason bruce could ever explain why bruce would be with a kid.

dick had driven to gotham thinking things like magic or mind control only to be greeted by the sight of bruce's wife already moved in and settled.

"wife" because tim wasn't old enough for their marriage to be legally recognized but according to bruce he had every intent of going through with it once tim was of age.

jason, when he'd returned, had been outraged. at bruce dating, fucking, and planning to marry a teenager.

at the fact that said teenager wanted to..to mother him.

jason hadn't had good mothers. at least not good in the sense that they were like the mom's from tv. afternoon snacks, picking you up from soccer practice, kissing your cheek after a fall out with your best friend, discouraging you from alcohol, drugs, and underage sex.

his track record was pretty shit so seeing tim made him even more suspicious.

his reunion with bruce could've been better. jason is licking his wounds and in hiding when his doorbell rings.

he has a gun with the safety off in hand when he peer through the peephole to see...nothing.

jason opens the door and it greeted by a glass pyrex filled to the brim with choclate chip cookies.

they're sitll warm.

sitting in a cold, damp safehouse. wounds aching and hungry because he hadn't stocked up.

they could be poisoned. laced with something. it could be trap.

but jason's nose fills with the scent of butter, brown sugar, and melted chocolate chips.

he can't help himself.

the next day he gets some madelines alongside a big tray of lasagna with a little note that tells him to 'enjoy' and 'heat at 350 for 15 min'.

for a week jason gets meals dropped off at his door until one day he manges to catch the little goblin.

it's bruce's fucking teen bride.

jason grabs their wrist in a harsh grip and he's not nice about interrograting.

tim is small and jason's heard from talia about what he's like. small, defenseless, hiding behind the bat and avoiding all dangers because he's a coward.

to jason he just looks like a civilian.

tim talks his way inside and jason fatches as he shoves roasted potatoes and brussel sprouts into his mouth. jason's half through the tray when he half heartedly grunts for tim to grab a fork.

it makes him feel weird to be the only one eating.

but tim just smiles at him with far too much affection when he still has a bruise on his wrist and tells him its fine. jason's a growing boy after all.

tim scans jason's injuries and his brows grow tightly knit with something.

"did bruce do that to you?"

jason scoffs and points at the ones caused by the bat before saying that the others were caused by a bunch of lucky goons and tim-

looks stricken.

he asks if jason would consider letting bruce act as his backup if he gets into a bad spot but the dinner ends quickly with just that comment.

tim texts him later apologizing, saying he hadn't meant to upset jason and if bruce was too much of a sore spot then perhaps dick could be willing to offer a hand.

jason ignores it but tim insists. begging, nearly pelading with jason until he relents.

its a slow crawl. things are tense between him and bruce.

jason is still hostile but bruce is....he talks.

he tries to talk with jason. keeps his hands in the air and away from his utlity belt to show he's not dangerous.

it takes a while before jason starts talking back. it's not what he expects from bruce, because bruce is reactive. he's always so high strung he can't hep but punch first ask questions later.

dick is the one who explains it to him when they start patrolling together.

"it's tim." he shrugs. "tim gets suuuper pissed at him is he raises his voice at us. tells him he needs to be patient and understanding and most importantly he needs to talk. communicate because the rest of the world can't read his mind."

the way that's phrased. it makes it sound like tim can read bruce's mind.

there's lots of tears. a lot of screaming from jason's end. it's not easy. it's not clean.

it takes months before they can even start comfortably interacting.

longer before jason visits the manor once to return the mountain of glass pyrex that are taking up too much room.

tim smiles at him and leads him into the manor that...doesn't look like the manor that jason had lived in.

it's...more homey. there's pictures on the wall of bruce and alfred and dick. jason's old school photos are there too, a few from Christmas and the few holidays he spent with bruce. jason looks so young, so bright eyed and...happy.

the decorations are different, the furniture is different.

it's less tasteful, timesless, costs and arm and a leg decor and more...relaxed.

there's soft, chunky knitted blankets on the couch. scattered magazines and books, a half-finished puzzle.

there's even a small dog asleep by the fire. it's one of those white crusty dogs rich ladies carry around. only its coat is impeccably fluffy and it looks like some kid's teddy bear.

jason didn't know bruce was a dog person. and if he was he imagined a severe looking doberman pinscher or a german shepherd to be the kind of dog that bruce would willingly bend down and clean up after.

not this thing that weighed as much as a gotham sewer rat.

"what's with scrappy doo?"

tim looked over and a fond look followed by a pink blush covered his face.

"a gift from bruce. apparently the other husbands told him their wives lost their ever-loving minds when they got them a little purse dog for christmas"

jesus that was....actually that was kind of sweet.

it was a weird image to come to terms with. bruce getting some yipping rat puppy and tying a ribbon around their neck and gifting it to his wife like he was jim darling from lady and the tramp.

bruce is apparently a very sentimental man when it comes to tim.

the two of them are the types to feed grapes to each other while on a picnic. they kiss in the rain. tim runs into bruce's arms and they spin each other around.

it'd be vomit inducing if it wasn't so...heartfelt and genuine.

bruce's eyes light up with so much emotion and love. tim's face goes soft and yearning. they cling to each other like it's their last day on earth and they're about to die in each other's arms.

tim is gentle with jason. he reaches out and no matter how many times jason swipes at him he keeps coming back.

he's kind and patient. he's doesn't behavave overly familiar or try to banter with jason like dick does. tim is slow. like a snail.

he wants jason to be the one to call the shots, to let him in.

jason feels like an alley cat that's been on the streets his whole life slowly being socialized.

jason relaxes a bit. lets his guard down. he teases tim sometimes and when he's having a bad day and the words are just a touch too sharp jason removes himself because he doesn't want to hurt tim.

not really. he apologizes the next day and tim just smiles and presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

tim knits him fucking mittens when it starts getting colder. a scarf too.

jason wears them along with his red hood uniform and not a single person makes a comment about them accept for some snarky kid on a corner who asks if his mommy made them only to be stunned into silence when hood replies 'yes'.

he then notes the kids thin, frayed jacket and ripped jeans.

jason returns without his mitten or scarf and apologizes to tim, saying he lost them.

tim happily knits him knew ones and wayne enterprises donates a new jacket, hat, and mittens to every child in crime alley just in time for the first snow of the year.

jason is curled up in front of the fireplace, belly warm with eggnog and Christmas cookies. scrappy doo is right next to him, chasing squirrels in his dreams and dick head is on the couch surfing through the channels to find a good movie. tim is on bruce's lap, and nuzzling his husband who looks like a cat who caught the canary. absolutely oozing satisfaction and pleasure when tim presses another kiss to his cheek.

the asshole is wearing a headband with a piece of mistletoe on it that jason bought him as a gag gift.

alfred is on another couch, delicately sipping a warm mug of tea and smiling out at them.

jason stretches on the rug, hearing his back pop and sighing in relief as christmas songs from on old radio belt out.

the stockings are hanging over the crackling fire and he spots his, lovingly embroidered and right in the middle

'-weather outside is frightful

but the fire is so delightful

Since we've no place to go

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow'

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then the doorbell rings and they find damian abandoned on the front steps😊. he's too busy petting scrappy doo to kill anyone 😌

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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