#so it got lost before Bruce could even try to track it down

[bluerosefox]

Possessed Pearl's

You know how in some ghost stories sometimes its not a person or a land that's haunted but the items?

Well what if, when looking for a mother's day gift for his mom, Danny is looking around a pawn shop and finds a necklace, it's missing some pearls but it's just enough to pass off as a decent gift. Danny humms but decides against it and goes to leave it....

That was until he gasped out blue frost and spots a ghostly woman appear out of the necklace with a somber smile. She isn't as seeable as the other ghosts in Amity though, meaning she doesn't have enough ectoplasm on her own (that might change the longer she's in Amity and around Danny though) and that right now only Danny can see her.

And Danny well... hes been doing his hero gig for a bit now, might go and ask if there was anything he can do to help.

And later Danny's good deed... bites him back. Oh boy. Because now he has the Bats looking into Amity Park... Wait what do you mean Martha is now strong enough to be seen?!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #crossover #blue rambles #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #dpxdc #Martha Wayne necklace #her ghost got stuck to it in her panic of being dead #this piece of necklace was the one cops took for evidence and was meant to return to Bruce #but lets say crooked cop decided to.... pawn it off #so it got lost before Bruce could even try to track it down #he found other pieces and replaced the lost ones but still #Martha soul has been attached to the pearls for years now and has kinda resigned herself to this fate #she knows her son is doing well from the stories shes managed to hear but not everything #she also knows at least Thomas is with Bruce #but what she didnt except after all these years for a boy who looks so strikingly like a teenage version of Bruce to come help her #Danny is gonna help... only to have it bite him in the butt #because once he delivers the necklace to Bruce it might turn his sights to Amity #Martha is the one that tells Bruce about Danny after finding out he's Batman btw #the kind ghost boy who has ghost hunter parents and the giw and the creepy godfather who cloned him and- #Martha is a mother. remember that.

[luxaofhesperides]

Soulmark AU + Sleeping Beauty ; requested by @candeartist422!

For the last few years, Duke’s been waiting for his soulmate to die.

It sounds cruel to say it that way. But the waiting is more painful, he thinks, than just mourning a lost love. It’s not like most people ever meet their soulmates anyways; his parents weren’t meant to be, but they still loved each other and had a life together. He wishes he could turn his focus away from his soulmate, but Duke is a romantic at heart and has always wanted to find the other half of his soul.

But since he was fourteen, his soulmark has dulled, fading in and out of color. What was once a vibrant blue crystal star, with eight points and a swirl of watercolor hues around it, dimmed more and more until Duke was sure he was watching his soulmate die slowly. 

His soulmate didn’t die then. Whoever they are got better, his soulmark gaining color, but it never went back to the way it was. For years after, Duke would check at the beginning and end of each day, keeping track of when it faded and when it regained its color. 

He thought his soulmate was sick. In and out of hospitals, fighting to stay alive.

And then it went nearly colorless. 

Duke doesn’t remember much about that day. He knows he woke up, brushed his teeth, the lifted up his shirt to check his soulmark in the mirror. The blue was almost completely gone, the star on his left hipbone nearly gray with how colorless it was. He started at it for a moment, shocked, and reality slid away from him as he retreated into the safety of his mind, fully dissociating. 

Bruce had found him when Duke didn’t show up for breakfast. He held him and offered quiet words of comfort that Duke couldn’t understand, but just having someone with him lessened the hurt of losing his soulmate. 

Seeing the color come back the next day, faint as it was, hurt even more.

A year later, Duke still can’t break the habit of checking his soulmark twice a day. It hasn’t changed at all, still faint and dim, but carrying just enough color to show that his soulmate was still alive. At the very least, they were still breathing, but his chance of ever meeting them is basically zero. Still, he can’t help but hope, wishing that he could meet them even once before they die and leave him forever. 

“Same as ever,” he murmurs to himself as he brushes his thumb against his soulmark. He’s terrified that he’s forgotten how beautiful the blue of it was when his soulmate was healthy. 

Duke doesn’t let himself think on it too much anymore. Though his thoughts often turn to his soulmate during quiet moments like these, the busy nature of Gotham is usually more than enough to pull his attention back to the here and now. There’s no use in obsessing over his soulmate anyways; they’re just going to die, sooner or later, and Duke knows he’ll never get to meet them. They’ll just be another empty space in his life, right next to his parents. 

“Come on, Thomas, focus,” he tells himself firmly, then gets dressed and heads down to the kitchen for breakfast.

The manor is quiet. It usually is in the mornings, with everyone from the night shift dead asleep and trying to get as much rest as they can before they have to start their day. Not that many of them stay in the manor these days; Duke and Damian are the only permanent residents at the moment, but Steph usually stays half with her mom and half in the manor during the summers when she’s home from college, and the others drop in whenever they feel like it. 

Bruce lives more in the Batcave than the manor, so he doesn’t really count. It’s also why Duke is surprised to see Bruce awake and dressed like a normal person, drinking coffee in the kitchen as if this is a normal occurrence. 

“Morning,” Duke offers.

“Good morning, Duke,” Bruce replies. “Sleep well?”

“Well enough. Alfred out or something?”

“He may have kicked me out of the Batcave to clean it up a bit,” Bruce answers tiredly. “Want me to make breakfast?”

Duke has heard the horror stories of Bruce’s attempts to make edible food in a kitchen. In the interest of not dealing with food poisoning, Duke shakes his head quickly and says, “Nah, it’s fine. I was kinda wanting to eat out for breakfast. Get out there as me, and not a mask, you know?”

“Mind if I join you? Alfred may forgive me for not sleeping if I willingly go outside.”

Duke laughs. “Sure man, as long as you pay.”

“I’ll drive, too.”

“What, don’t trust me behind a wheel?”

Bruce gives him a tired look, eyes dead and dull. “I have taught all my children how to drive. The day I willingly let them take the wheel when I am not actively dying is the day I’ve been replaced by a robot clone of myself who doesn’t know better yet.”

“That is… very specific. Is that a thing you usually worry about?”

“I’m Batman. I have to worry about everything.”

Yeah, that tracks. Duke wouldn’t be surprised if he has at least five contingency plans for that scenario, should it ever happen. “Well,” he says, “Right now, all you need to worry about is having your wallet and driving us down to The Foodie Nook. I’ve been craving their breakfast plates for ages.”

Bruce doesn’t object to his choice of restaurant and follows Duke down to the garage, grabbing a random set of keys and pointing it out to the many cars he owns. One near the front blinks its lights as it unlocks and Duke cheerfully tosses himself into the passenger seat as Bruce opens the garage door. 

The drive into Gotham is smooth. They don’t hit traffic until they reach the bridge that leads into the city proper, taking them away from the quiet of Bristol. The morning is busy, but not enough that Duke worries about being out as the Signal to help keep the peace. It’s a normal type of busy, one borne from people going about their lives, feeling safe enough to go out. 

The Foodie Nook is entirely local and very popular, so the parking lot is nearly full. But they expanded their space last year, which means he and Bruce don’t have to sit outside while they wait to grab a table. Bruce keeps conversation light and casual, well aware of the many listening ears around them, and it’s nice, feeling normal for once. 

Well, as normal as life can be with Bruce Wayne™. The server who comes to lead them to a table realizes who she’s talking to after she gets a proper look at them while holding open the door and promptly stutters over her words. 

“No need for any special treatment,” Bruce laughs lightly, “We’re just here for breakfast. Nothing special.”

“Of course,” she replies, cheeks red. “Um, right this way! We’ve got a table by the windows for you. Just two, yeah?”

“Yup! Just two. Thought this was a good day to spend some time with Duke. He’s a great kid, you know, I’m glad I was given the opportunity to foster him.”

The sunny, cheerful Bruce Wayne persona is so different from the usual Bruce he works with that it feels like he’s standing next to a stranger. But his words are sincere and warm his heart, filling up the gaps that his soulmate has left. 

“Here you are!” their server announces, showing them to their table. “I’ll be right back with some menus.” She’s gone in a rush, and other customers glance over before quickly averting their gaze. 

It’s one of the unspoken rules of Gotham: give the Waynes their privacy while they’re out in public. Questions and conversation are for public events only, but if they see a Wayne out and about during a normal day, everyone leaves them be unless spoken to first. Duke used to follow those rules as well when he was just another Gothamite. It’s strange being on the other side of that now that he’s in with the Waynes.

Duke barely has to look through the menu when it’s handed to him. The breakfast plates are his favorites and he gets one every single time he comes to The Foodie Nook; stacked full with breakfast foods from around the world. As a kid, he loved the Mexico Plate, but these days he’s craving either the Brazilian Plate or the Vietnamese Plate.  

He can’t decide on which one and thinks about tossing a coin to decide, but seeing how that’s Two Face’s whole thing, he decides to hold off and settle the matter with eenie-meenie-minnie-mo. 

He gets the Vietnamese Plate.

Bruce, on the other hand, reads through the entire menu like it’s a novel, then leans over and says rather loudly, “Duke, what’s a tort-illa.” 

The pain he feels hearing that is only worsened by the amusement in Bruce’s eyes. He’s doing it on purpose, playing up the Brucie act for the public so he can psychologically torment Duke. A few nearby customers choke back laughter, turning away to hide their smiles. 

Duke shakes his head and says, “Don’t worry about it. It’s just food. Don’t ask any more questions, I just want a peaceful breakfast.”

“Well then,” Bruce replies, “I suppose I know what to order now.”

As if she was summoned, their server reappears before them, cheeks still looking a little flushed. “Hi! Ready to order?”

She writes down their orders quickly, valiantly keeping a straight face at Bruce’s mispronunciation of tortilla, then heads off to deliver their orders to the kitchen. 

Rather than draw out a conversation with Brucie Wayne, Duke settles for playing a few idle games on his phone; his current favorite is one quiet cat cafe game where he directs cats into fulfilling cafe orders. 

Bruce, despite being out in his civilian identity, is working. He’s on his Batman phone, which looks the same as his other cell phones except this one has a bat symbol sticker just barely hiding a Superman sticker on the phone case. His brow is slightly furrowed as he reads whatever file he’s accessing from the Batcomputer. It’s a little worrying but it could be anything. Bruce makes the same expression when he reads one of Tim’s snarky comments getting quoted in the news.

But that’s not Duke’s problem! He’s here to enjoy his breakfast and it will take the end of the world itself to remove him from his seat before he’s done eating.

The game takes most of his attention until their food comes out, and by then Bruce has tucked away the smallest of his Batman mannerisms. They enjoy a normal, peaceful breakfast. Bruce ends it by asking their server if she has any debt that’s weighing her down, then giving her a tip that’s at least five thousand dollars above that. 

She does cry and Bruce hugs her. It’s very sweet. 

As soon as they get back into the car, his easy going smile drops and Duke knows some superhero nonsense is about to take over his day. 

“Duke,” Bruce starts, seriously, “I received a message from Zatanna.”

“Don’t drag this out,” Duke says, “Just give it to me straight. What terrible thing is about to happen to us?”

“It’s nothing too big. They just recently defeated a magical being who had been tearing apart secret government facilities in Illinois. He had both magic and a high tech weapon, which they confiscated and are delivering to me. The government agency he was fighting was suspiciously interested in the weapon, and based on their behaviors and newly revealed work, Zatanna made the decision to turn the weapon over to us so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”

Bruce smoothly merges into traffic as he speaks, getting them onto the road back to the manor. There’s a look in his eyes that means he’s keeping a lot unsaid, and Duke knows without a doubt that whatever this government agency was doing is bad if Zatanna needs Batman to act as extra security. 

He’s not sure about her decision to trust the weapon to be safe in Gotham, either. Sure, Batman will keep it as safe as he can, but with their luck, it’ll end up in the hands of a Rogue and lead to a lot of death and destruction. 

As soon as they cross the bridge and return to Bristol, Bruce steps on the gas and the car tears down the road. Without any other cars to worry about (or traffic laws), it takes barely two minutes to reach the manor, when the gates open for them and let them into the garage. 

Alfred waits for them by the door, looking them over with a critical eye. “I see you have managed to go outside, Master Bruce. What’s the special occasion?”

“Just breakfast,” Bruce answers. “I’m heading back down to the Batcave. Zatanna will be here soon to deliver a weapon.” He’s gone before Alfred can say anything more, hurrying down the hall and turning the corner, disappearing from sight as he heads towards his office. 

“I see we have yet to break that bad habit of his. Did you enjoy your morning out, Master Duke?”

“Sure did, Alfred. I’m, uh, also going down to the Batcave. He’s definitely not telling me a lot about what’s going on, so I’m just going to read about it over his shoulder. I’ll be back up for lunch, though!”

“And perhaps you’ll be able to drag Master Bruce away from that cave of his,” Alfred comments wryly as he walks with Duke towards the office. He gives Duke a nod, then splits away from him, returning to the kitchen where Duke can hear Damian speaking to someone, probably Tim by the annoyed tone of his voice, and mentally wishes Alfred luck in handling them.

Duke sets the correct time on the clock in Bruce’s office and heads down to the Batcave, taking the steps two at a time. 

Bruce is already at the Batcomputer, shoulders tensed, when he arrives. 

“More bad news?” he asks as he makes his way over.

Bruce doesn’t bother looking away from the screen as he says, “More details about the fight. It seems the magical being called himself a ghost and was going on a rampage due to a betrayal. He says they nearly killed his son.”

“Oh, yikes.”

“And two of the scientists working with the government agency said that he stole their son and is keeping them from saving him.”

“Yikes,” Duke says with more feeling.

He doesn’t get to hear anymore details about JLD’s fight with this ghost when he catches a flicker in the corner of his eye. Duke turns and stares at the empty space in the Batcave near the medbay and watches as colorful magic gathers and swirls in dizzing circles. The portal opens a moment later and Zatanna steps out, looking exhausted and lightly singed. 

“Batman,” she greets, holding a white gun that looks like it belongs in an early sci-fi movie from the 60s. “The GIW is trying to arrest us. Constantine keeps burning their badges and documents so it shouldn’t be a problem, but they are determined to get this back. I wouldn’t be surprised if they came after you next. They’ve got some way of tracking things, but I didn’t have time to get any details before I had to leave.”

Bruce takes the gun from her hands carefully, looking it over with a sharp gaze. “Why would a ghost want to use a gun?”

“I don’t know. He had a variety of powers, too.”

“What does this do?”

“Shoots ice. He never let it go and nearly burned me alive for taking it before we subdued him.”

“We’ll keep it locked up,” Bruce promises. 

Zatanna sighs. It looks as though a physical weight fell off her shoulders. “Thanks. I’m going to head back to stop Constantine from getting into a fistfight with the GIW agents.”

She opens another portal with a waved hand and a muttered spell. Bruce is already walking away to set the gun down on a work station, so Duke is the one to wave Zatanna goodbye. 

By the time he reaches Bruce’s side, the gun is already dismantled, all pieces neatly set aside. Sticky notes denote which pieces go together and in what order. It looks the same as most guns, save for the aesthetic, but the heart of it is a glowing blue orb, large enough to cover the entirety of Bruce’s palm, and it brings a chill to the air.

Duke stares at it and feels his soulmark burn ice cold.

“Duke?”

It’s in his hands. He doesn’t remember reaching out to take it, but it’s in his hands. He can’t take his eyes off of it, cradling it gently and bringing it closer to his chest. 

It’s the same blue his soulmark once was. Before his soulmate began to fade, before every day became a waiting game to see how long his soulmate will last before they die. 

This has something to do with his soulmate. He’s sure of it. 

He won’t let anyone take it from him. 

“Duke. Give that to me.”

He doesn’t feel like he’s in his body. He’s detached, floating somewhere outside his body, puppeteering his limbs, making them move without feeling the motion. Shadows condense around his feet and Bruce takes a step back, wary. 

“Duke,” he says again, but Duke can’t find any words, can’t draw on his voice, can’t even look away from the bright, bright blue of the orb. It pulses lightly in his hand like a heartbeat. 

Bruce reaches a hand out. 

He’s pulled back by shadows before he can get close, and Duke holds the orb against his chest, right against his heart, and feels the cold seep into him. 

“Duke. I need you to look at me.” This time, Bruce’s voice has Batman’s growl in it, a heavy command that he can’t help but instinctively follow. He looks up and meets Bruce’s eyes, but he can’t focus. All his awareness is in his hands and the heartbeat of the glowing orb.

“I have to protect this,” Duke manages to whisper. “I… I think it’s alive.”

“Okay. Let’s get you to the medbay so you can sit down. We’ll figure this out, Duke.”

Bruce slowly, carefully, sets his hand on Duke’s shoulder. He keeps his attention away from the orb, so Duke allows it and lets Bruce guide him to the medbay and onto one of the medical cots. Bruce leaves him after a minute of quiet fussing, muttering about calling Zatanna.

Whatever. None of that matters when the heartbeat of the orb grows stronger, steadier, and Duke feels it match the beat of his own heart.

Time slips away from him. Distantly, he hears people move around the cave, speaking in low tones. A hand presses against his shoulder, warm, then moves away. 

The orb in his hand moves. 

Duke blinks slowly, then claws his way back to awareness, pushing past the haze that’s fallen over his mind. The orb turns over in his hand, then cracks right down the middle. The glow grows stronger, washing the medbay in blue light and a symbol appears on the orb.

It’s his soulmark. 

Later, he won’t be able to say why he did it. There were no thoughts, no reasonings, no explanations. Duke simply moved on instinct and lifted the orb up to his face and pressed a soft kiss against it. 

One moment, the orb was still.

The next, it had burst in a flash of light that blinded everyone in the Batcave, and then a thin, injured teenager had fallen into Duke’s lap. 

Hands immediately grab him, pulling him away from Duke. The teenager puts up no fight, eyes barely open, but he reaches for Duke weakly. On his wrist is the bright blue snowflake, the color strong and vivid. 

“That’s me soulmate,” Duke whispers as he watches Bruce and Tim set the boy down on another medical cot. 

“What?” Tim says, turning to face Duke, concern clear on his face. 

“That’s my soulmate,” he repeats, louder. Then, panicked, he pulls up his shirt enough to see his own soulmark; the color is still dull, weak, barely there, but it’s more blue that it has been in a while. He doesn’t need to say anything. Tim sees the dullness of his soulmark, looks at the boy, and puts the pieces together on his own.

“I’ll call Doc Thompkins,” he says, already moving to fix everything. Bruce remains where he is, making sure the boy is tucked in and breathing steadily before he returns to Duke. 

“Are you alright?”

Duke swallows roughly, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy. He’s pale and thin, as if he’d been starved, and there’s frost beginning to spread on the bedsheet from his fingers. “He’s my soulmate,” Duke manages to say. “He’s been dying for two years.”

Bruce’s eyes a hard, a determined light in them. “We’ll save him,” he promises. 

If anyone can, it’s Batman. 

If anyone can, it’s them, Batman and the Signal, and their entire network of family and friends. 

Duke’s been waiting for his soulmate to die all this time. Now, he’s going to save him.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #i dont really know much abt jld so they are not really in here #just duke trying to live his life and have a nice day with bruce #when his soul mate gets thrown at him in the form of an ORB #(ghost core but they dont know that yet) #dannys gonna have to answer so many questions once hes awake bc not many know abt realms beings #its gonna be rough for him bc he's been asleep for 2 years in his core bc he was never safe enough to recover #until duke gave him a boost (plus the power of soulmates really helped him) and he woke up #in a cave with his soulmate and a whole crew of superheroes #what a thing to open ur eyes to. rip danny lol #thanks for the prompt!

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC Prompt: I Couldn't Just Let Him Die

So one thing I don't think is touched on enough is the fact that Danny never wanted to be a hero. Like, yeah, we all know he didn't want o be a hero and he makes a joke about it but when we actually think about it this was a life he choose because nobody else was there to help. The main reason?

He didn't want people to get hurt.

Something Batman would relate to.

Now, while I love the idea of Danny absolutely beating the shit out of Joker or any villain who absolutely deserves to have their shit rocked by a kid who is only 5'5" and weighs at most 120 pounds, when we actually think about Danny's character what's more likely? Again, no hate to any of the people who do those fics, keep it up, I love seeing Joker get his just deserts.

But hear me out.

Warnings for fighting, violence, and DC typical weapons.

There was a new meta in Gotham and he was driving Bruce crazy. This kid showed up out of the blue with absolutely no information on him anywhere online or otherwise with tech so outdated not even Oracle could hack it. The only thing Bruce knew about the kid was that he called himself 'Phantom' and that he was a teenager around 14 years old.

Other than that the kid had been a pain in the ass.

Muggings? Phantom took care of it by saving the person then lecturing the person until a Bat or police showed up then literally vanished.

Fires? Phantom would fly in and out of burning buildings repeatedly with no care for his own safety. No mask, no fire protection, nothing but the thin suit he wore.

Kidnappings? Don't worry, Phantom had it handled long before Batman could even get the call to help! EVEN WHEN IT WAS ONE OF HIS OWN KIDS WHO GOT KIDNAPPED!

Granted, Phantom never got in the way of a fight but the amount of evidence that was lost due to what he was doing and how he was doing it was inconvenient. Fingerprints got wiped, evidence of what started fires were covered in an unmeltable ice, kidnappers took off the second their captive was freed and were practically untraceable after that.

It wasn't until a massive Arkham breakout that he actually got to properly meet the kid. Every prisoner had broken out and the city plunged into madness as heroes ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. Villains against heroes, criminals verse vigilantes, villains verses criminals - it was a madhouse.

Batman could hardly keep track of it all but when one of Penguin's men threw a bomb into a crowd and it landed near Joker's feet there was a long silence. It was like the city had fallen silent all around him as Batman tried to get to the bomb.

Joker was a villain.

Joker had hurt his family, killed millions of innocents including his own son, but he was sick. He didn't deserve to die.

Apparently Phantom agreed because he flew faster than Batman could track him shoving Joker away from the bomb before encasing the bomb in ice.

"Hey! What's the big idea shovin' me, bub?!" Joker said, seemingly forgetting about the bomb that was still in the kids hand. Joker walked right up to Phantom, glaring down at the shorter male who just looked at him. "Think you're some kind of hero?!"

Phantom blinked, "I feel like answering that is a trap."

Joker grabbed Phantom by the front of his shirt, "A funny guy, huh? Think you can out joke the Joker?"

"Again. That feels like a trap. I'm not trying to do anything, Clowny. But I wasn't about to let you die."

Joker glared, "Why?"

Phantom slipped out of Joker's hands somehow, much to Joker's confusion. "Because that's not who I am. Criminal or not, I'm not going to let you die if I can protect you."

"Who says I need protection?"

Phantom held up the bomb again with a deadpan look. "Lucky guess." He said, then suddenly noticed something to his right. "Oh, gotta go. Later Clowny."

"IT'S JOKER!" Joker shouted after Phantom as he flew away. "Batman! Teach your baby bats some manners!"

"He's not mine, Joker." Batman said, marching over, grabbing Joker's wrists and cuffing them behind his back.

Not yet anyway. But with a mentality like that... maybe this pain in the ass could learn a thing or two from a Bat.

#dp x dc prompt #my prompts #dc x dp prompt

[nerdofspades]

Okay. DP x DC idea. What if the League met Fenton before they met Phantom. Not in a ghost fight. Not doing anything particularly weird. Just Danny Fenton trying his best.

When they first notice the ghosts of Amity Park they all get a little worried about it, but no one can beat out Batman's paranoia. Ghosts may not have caused too many problems outside of Amity yet, but he doesn't trust that to stay that way. So he researches.

He, of course, finds out about Phantom, but shelves his usual just-in-case-he-turns-evil plans until after he can get some ghostly experts to brief the League. He does some cursory research into Phantom's history and abilities, which of course drags up everything in the Amity News cycle and some references in both Ancient Egypt and Ancient Rome. (So Batsy gives up on the idea of finding out a human civilian identity. Kid's dead and his "life" has been lost to time until he decides to say something.)

But, more importantly, there are no good options for who to ask for lessons in ghost hunting.

First option: the GIW. Absolute morons who have never caught anything stronger than an ectopus, cause more damage to property than the ghosts, and have security so lax it doesn't even take Batman ten seconds to get in. Absolutely not. Not for the watch tower.

Second option: Vlad Co. Owned and operated by billionaire Vlad Masters who runs in the same social circles as Lex Luthor. He has better security than the GIW but the question with him is not whether or not he *could* keep the secret, but whether or not he *would.*

Third option: Dr.s Fenton of FentonWorks. They have the most cutting edge ghost hunting technology and the most published papers. But. Well. A brief survey of the town makes it very clear they are biased at best and bigoted at worst. Not something the League wants to associate with, but they are still the best of the bad options.

Or so they think until Bruce Wayne goes to open contact with them and notices the Fenton children. He knew about them before coming of course. Jasmine Fenton, top of her class with a full ride to Harvard and plans to major in psychology. Has historically been vocal about her distaste for her parent's work. Likely because of Danny. Daniel Fenton is a trouble maker barely scraping by in his classes that had an accident in his parents lab a year ago. Not the brightest and not well behaved, but by all accounts he's got a good heart.

And neither of then are very enthused about his presence in their home. Neither of them seem to care for their parents anti-ghost rhetoric either. Jazz tries to reason with them and Danny just rolls his eyes behind their back. And casually takes apart and fixes one of their inventions.

Bruce quickly makes a minor investing deal with the elder Fentons as cover and a quick way to keep and eye on their research and finds an excuse to get the kids out of the house to talk. Once out, he extends the Justice League's request for training with ghost hunting gear and a project to install anti-ecto security measures in their base(s). Danny is hesitant but agrees.

And Danny is so tired and so done with this crap when he's in the Watch Tower. (He's enamored with the space station for several minutes, but once he gets on track, the League think he's a mini Bruce. All business and telling them not to be idiots.)

He gives them a basic run down of what each item is and how to use it. Common ghostly abilities and power scaling. (Do not call him to consult on a blob ghost, ectopus, or other weak ghostly animal. But they are not to try and fight several of the stronger ghost. A fair amount of this tech will make their afterlives miserable, but won't actually do much beyond annoy them. Superman in particular should stay away from anything strong enough to overshadow. No one wants to fight a possessed Kryptonian.) He gives them plenty of thermoses, guns, nets, and specter deflectors plus some odds and ends for them to test out. And then he starts working on the shield, which he worked on with Tucker to upgrade so it would recognize his ecto signature as friendly (and a couple others like Clockwork, Pandora, Frostbite, and Wulf) so it wouldn't shoot him on the spot.

It would probably take several trips to get everything working properly, by which point Danny has likely made friends with a few League members. And a few of them have probably noticed something weird about him, but they ignore it cause he's a good kid and it's just a little weird. Won't hurt anything.

Constantine takes one look at the kid and is not seen again until months after he finally leaves.

But now they have working ghost defenses and they can protect people if a ghost tries to attack anywhere outside of Amity! (Yes, several ask Danny to install a shield at their personal hideouts as well. Batman tries to figure it out on his own and decides to just ask Danny for now. He'll figure it out eventually, but Fenton schematics are a pain and the power source doesn't look like anything he's ever seen before.)

Eventually everything is done and Danny goes back to his life with a large chunk of cash in his new bank account and a secure line just incase the league needs to consult with him again. Danny thinks that's the end of it until Batman shows up decked out in Fenton gear looking for Phantom.

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#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc comics #batman paranoia #fanfiction #danny is so done with this and the league is not going to leave him alone #but he got to see the bat cave #and only the bat cave bruce will handle the manor personally once he figures out how the shield works

[the-brash-spud]

Not gonna lie. The more I look into how they portray Bruce grieving about Jason, the more disappointed I am. They want to hurt him mentally all the time yet won't allow him to go through said mental aggony. It just seems to be so indecisive by the writers.

For example I find the whole thing of Batman wanting to off Joker in his grief and being stopped by Superman as cool and shit, but if they went with that as to why Batman didn't kill Joker then it should have continued for longer.

I mean, I would've loved a small series where Batman is out for blood. As in, he goes out of his way to try to track down the Joker and actually kill him, so all of JL needs to take turns to be on a bat duty. I think it would've been so heavy for us to watch through their eyes just how badly Batman went off kilter with grief, to the point they have to go out of their way to make sure their friend doesn't do something stupid.

Of course, he'd also manage to work around them, or generally when they're not there as everyone has their own lives. So sooner or later, he will definitely have tracked Joker. Let's say that after the initial murder attempt, he tried to do it three times more before stopping completely.

Maybe because Tim showed up or because he went to grief counselling, and as much as he was still heavily grieving (and still being hard on criminals), he doesn't go out of his way to kill Joker and people wanting to associate with him. Maybe that's when Tim showed up? Before, he was too afraid to make Bruce stop with his brutality by threats as then he was just as likely (in Tim's mind) to off him in his quest to avenge, but now (even though still shaking like a wet cold puppy) he could try to make Batman stop with being so hard on criminals. I think it would be a great wake-up call that a child that was afraid of him so much that he was shaking just looking at him but still felt as if they had to do something to stop Batman. Can you imagine the guilt? When you were supposed to give people hope from within the darkness of Gotham but lost your way so much, you were pretty much chocking out that hope and safety of better future? Making a child feel like they had to confront you? I'd imagine that guilt would've been a great narrative block to their relationship if explored further.

Additionally, imagine being a Joker goon at that time of grieving. You're used to having a gun be hit out of your hand with a battarang. That's normal, but this time, it got logged into the wall right by your head? And Batman loudly grunted in anger or however you would describe it. You'd think he was annoyed that he missed, but something is clearly off. The battarang seems a bit too sharp, too much like a knife, and thrown a bit too close to your face to be accidental. And when the sinking feeling of danger really sends in, you're in a whole world of pain before waking up in a hospital, most likely with at least one injury that won't heal fully.

Just saying, the writers fumbled a bit.

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[to-the-stars8]

Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 8

Jason didn’t know what he expected when he entered your apartment. He pictured your old home, the one with the pale gray walls with frames all over, and with that somewhat comfy couch that he always managed to fall asleep on. Your apartment now reminded him of your old bedroom, the pictures, and books tucked away neatly or put perfectly in their spots. 

You threw your jacket on the back of the couch while taking his jacket off your shoulders and into another room. Jason stopped there awkwardly, not sure if he should follow or stay—he opted for the latter. Looking around, he took in all the small bits of information available to him. A habit Bruce had instilled in him so hard that he couldn’t break it even if he wanted to. 

“Take a seat on the couch. I’ll grab you a towel and blanket,” You said as you came back in. You stopped in your tracks, giving him a once over making him feel naked. “I would say I might have some dry clothes for you, but I think you’re too big.”

Jason laughed, looking down at himself. “You got me there.”

With a huff of a laugh and smile, you disappeared again. Jason sat, still looking around. You had an affinity for pretty things and he found it fitting for you. Pretty people should like pretty things. 

When you returned, you put a towel across his shoulders before draping the blanket over him. Once you saw him settled and relaxed, you excused yourself to the kitchen. Jason took the time to finally look at his phone, seeing that Roy had texted him. It was a simple question about how things were going. Jason felt giddy all of a sudden, excited to tell Roy that he was in your apartment under your blanket while you made hot chocolate. He felt like a kid again, overflowing with hope and love, but he restrained it. He sucked in a breath as he reigned in his happiness. It could all go wrong, and the last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up. 

You entered the living room again, setting a Batman mug on the table in front of him, and he tried to hide his amusement. 

“I put your jacket in the dryer, it should be done in a few,” You said, sitting down on the other end of the couch. “Are you hungry or anything?”

Jason was a little surprised by just how damn nice you were. It was refreshing. “No, thank you. I’m all good and settled.” He picked up his hot chocolate to cut through the momentary silence. 

“Good,” You said, settling back against the cushions. “Are you warm enough?” Jason could feel hotness throughout his body, and he didn’t know if it was from the blanket or your attentiveness. So, he just nodded, afraid of what would come out of his mouth. 

“Hold on,” You said, putting your mug down and moving closer to him. “You have something in your hair.”

Before he could protest, your hand was in his hair, slowly pulling away something from it. Your fingers brushed his skin and Jason nearly passed out from all the blood flowing to his cheeks. He turned to look at you when you held up the leaf that had been tucked away in his curls. It must have gotten stuck between the walk from the cafe to your apartment. 

“Heh,” He laughed awkwardly, trying not to get lost in your eyes. The two of you stared at each other for what felt like hours, and, for a moment, his eyes flickered down to your lips.  Suddenly, you started to lean, and Jason felt so close to bridging that gap, but couldn’t. Turning his head, he immediately apologized. 

You pulled away, too. “No, no. I misread that. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, please,” He said. “I…It’s me, not you. Trust me.”

You finally looked at him, confusion in your eyes. “What do you mean?”

Jason didn’t know why the hell he was telling you his problem, but once the words were slipping out he couldn’t stop, “Well, uh, I’m not really well versed in this stuff, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

He expected a worse reaction than you suddenly smiling. “Ah, I see. Would it help if I asked you out properly on a date? I know we’ve just met, but I find myself liking you a lot, Jason.”

Jason was suddenly at a loss of words, and could only manage a meek nod. Grinning, you were going to say something, but the buzzing of the dryer cut you off. Looking between him and the washroom, you contemplated on what you would handle first— Finally, you decided to give him his dry jacket back, leaving him to the deafening beat of his heart and the too-hot chocolate burning his hands. Sucking in a breath, Jason looked down at the floating marshmallows, trying to decide if he would take the happiness blooming in his heart or the anxiety creeping up in his mind. When you returned, draping the jacket next to yours, he decided to let himself be happy.

"So, what kind of date did you have in mind?"

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[dairy-farmer]

ClarkTim featuring widower and single father to a six-year-old Clark and Tim who just lost Kon. Clark is alerted by Bruce that a distraught Tim is in Metropolis wandering around and cataloguing all the places Kon had frequented. Bruce understands that Clark is having a difficult time right now but he really wouldn't be asking for his help watching over Tim if Bruce could just go over to Metropolis and join his son. As it is, there's been whispers of a plan for a huge Arkham breakout and Robin has been benched for a good reason. Clark just sighs and admits that he really does need the break so he drops off Jon with Ma and joins Tim for his stroll.

It was a quiet affair with a few comments exchanged here and there about a place that Kon or Lois frequented or an event that happened there. It was like pulling out very painful and very tiny splinters from the heart. Eventually, they come across a club that Lois and Kon had been. Lois and Clark had been there because of a lead Lois was chasing while Kon went there often when he wants to pickup girls before he and Cassie dated.

Clark realizes that Tim was in love with Kon and accidentally says this realization out loud. Tim can't help but laugh since his feelings have been so painfully obvious to everyone else. Tim suggests that they go inside to have a drink which Clark tries to say no. But Tim can be so persuasive with his pouty lips and big, sorrowful eyes.

Somehow, Tim manages to get inside the club and con Clark to pay for his drink. Clark tries to make sure his best friend's son (and that title had been placed on loop in his head because he needs the reminder as he watches Tim sway his hips and look like a little minx, seducing everyone who sees him) is safe. He dances with Tim so that no one can grab and grind on his nephew. But that means that he's the one Tim is grinding on.

Next thing he knows is his sinking his cock in Tim's tight pussy inside the club's bathroom. And again when they're in Tim's hotel room. They went on and on for hours.

The next day, he's filled with guilt when he realizes that he just fucked his best friend's son until he passed out and some more. He felt like a scumbag when he told Tim that they really can't do this again but is a tiny bit reassured when Tim shows that he thought their sex was a one-time thing.

It doesn't become a one-time thing. They end up fucking every time they cross paths. Everytime he says that this is the las t time they'll be doing this but it's not. It doesn't help that Clark is falling for a boy who's nearly half his age and his best friend's son after he saw how sweetly Tim interacts with Jon.

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!!!!!!! i LOVE clark and tim starting an affair!!!!! clark being a widower and being lonelier than normal. mourning lois while trying his best to raise his son as best he can but it's not easy. and then kon dies and clark has regrets because he never was able to reconcile with him fully. after lois died and he was left alone clark...well...he receded into himself a bit. it was a hard adjustment period and when kon died all the progress he'd thought he'd made had dissolved. clark wasn't the only one. he wasn't even the one who was taking kon's death the hardest.

so when bruce calls him about tim being in metropolis in 'quite a state' well... of course clark tracked him down to that lonely park bench. and even if he hadn't asked bruce has already done so much for him. after lois died...god it'd been like the world had ended. clark came close to losing his job. he was lucky he hadn't. jimmy covered for him too many times and before long perry had caught on and told clark to beat it. that he shouldn't have been trying to come in with lois's death so fresh.

bruce had helped. he knew clark would never accept it directly so he'd done his best from the sidelines and clark appreciated it. bruce making sure he was never short on rent or that lois's car never got repossessed despite clark not having made a payment in months, jon's afterschool care being paid for...it meant a lot to clark who was going through a hard time. still going through a hard time.

so when that call comes of course clark drops jon off at ma's and hurries back to metropolis where he listens until he finds tim's heartbeat alone in a park.

clark doesn't know tim well. after jason had died bruce had gotten...possesive over his robin. the rest of the league understood why. but it also meant clark was unsure of himself when he met tim.

bruce had sounded worried on the phone, he said that he didn't want clark dragging him back to gotam but to just...check on him. make sure he was alright.

so clark did. tim doesn't immediately rebuke him or his presence and kon is a safe topic that doesn't make him scurry away. before long the two are slowly walking side by side on the streets of metropolis. the sun is going down but with clark next to him he knows that muggers think twice when they see someone clark's size beside him.

slowly, clark finds himself similarly reminiscing. tim points to some building or some monument or some corner and murmurs about kon having done something here or there. clark finds himself swallowing a wad in his throat and pointing out the beauty counter lois would test out 50 different shades of red lipstick before settling on one while they cut through the mall to get to a neighboring city block.

it's...nice. the company, the back and forth. clark is reminiscing and somehow it doesn't hurt as much. his voice is pained and sometimes tears spring in his eyes but tim never says anything about him rubbing them away. and clark doesn't either. the shared pain of loss is what makes clark realize that tim had been in love with kon. the shock has him choking it out and tim only laughs in that wet, painful way while saying that it looked like everyone managed to figure it faster than he did and certainly faster than kon.

they reach a club. the bass is thumping so loudly that clark can feel the vibration in his throat from across the street and tim wetly laughs as he says that kon said this was the best place to dance in all of metropolis.

clark can see why. young twenty year olds are stumbling in and out in groups of two and three and laughing. a few crowd by the entrance passing around lighters and matches for cigarettes and strobe lights flash in darkened windows of the first and second floors of the big brick building.

clark blinks and suddenly tim is no longer by his side but half way across the street. in front of so many people, drunk or not, clark is forced to run after him without the aid of his super speed.

somehow tim manages to get in without getting ID'd but clark gets held up by a heavily tattooed bounced with a lip piercing. a brow gets raised at him when he no doubt spots his age and he gives clark's outfit a once over (a polo and some nice tan khakis) but lets him pass through.

when clark gets inside he gets an immediate headache from the fog machine that spurts out smoke into his face. the music is so loud it drowns out his call of 'tim!'. eventually clark manages to find tim, glued to a bar counter and leaning in close to the bartender to tell him his order.

it's the same thing that bruce orders when he's really hammered. a shirley temple with vodka.

now that clark thinks about it, tim was probably where he got that order from. during some of his drunk musings bruce had mentioned how tim had mixed his drinks for him, usually stirring in more juice than alcohol so bruce wouldn't be tempted to pour with a heavy hand when he DID indulge in drinking.

somehow clark ends up in the seat next to tim, passing his card over to the bartender while tim thanks him. and god...tim is seventeen. seventeen.

he can't be drinking alcohol and he shouldn't be in a club full of people with the wrong sort of interest in him. clark suspiciously eyes a few men shooting looks at tim and appreciating the slim curve of his body and legs. tim is in a long black loose skirt and a white puffy-sleeved shirt with a peter pan collar. tim looks...cute. sweet.

clark can't very well drag tim out of the club, not without people finding out he's under aged and clark will be in a world of trouble if it gets found out he was buying drinks for him.

bruce told him to just keep an eye on tim, make sure he didn't get into trouble. and so that's how clark ends up on the dance floor, following tim around and carefully adjusting his hand so he doesn't end up sloshing sticky juice onto any nearby people. a few more alcoholic shirley temples into tim's system and he's dancing with clark.

alcohol doesn't really work on clark. if he wants it to he needs to drink A LOT of it. so clark isn't drunk when he fumbles about where to put his hands on tim who is incing closer and closer with all the bodies around them. his waist is so little and slim and clark feels heat flood to his face as he feels tim press his plush behind against clark's crotch.

clark does his best to keep the touching to a minimum. but...he's just so nervous and stressed. eventually he begs a bartender for an entire glass of everclear and the man shrugs and clark somehow manages to hear his words of 'your funeral man' over the thumping of the bass.

the alcohol loosens him. just a little. enough to get his heart to stop from racing as he tries to wrangle tim from making too many bad choices.

tim's hands are wrapped around clark's wrists and he's throwing his head back and laughing, a joyful red in his cheeks as his breath that smells like cherry syrup caresses clark's nose.

that's the moment clark's brain clicks something and firmly reminds him this is bruce's son. his best friend's son. his best friend's teenage son that was grinding on him. tim's body is like water against him, sticking close and resting the back of his head on clark's collarbone as his hips swing and grind back with the beat. clark's hands are locked on his hips, feeling their movements as tim starts letting out breathy noises against him.

the everclear warms clark's guts and turn him into a fucking idiot because it lets the warmth of interest in his gut travel to his cock which tim feels.

clark lets himself be dragged to the bathroom and rather than dread feels nothing but excitement as he and tim fall, banging, into a stall that slams shut behind them as they lock lips.

clark is lonely. he know he has been for a while now. but he didn't realize how deep that hunger was until his and tim's mouths were a sticky, saliva dripping mess. tim's deft fingers undid his zipper and every alarm in clark's head was dead quiet as he let out a loud groan at the little hand that started pumping his cock. it was a dry hand but tim's hand's were wet and sticky from his drink but clark didn't care.

he hoisted tim up by his thighs, keeping him pinned while tim let out a delighted gasp as his skirt rode up and revealed pretty, ruffled panties.

one of of clark's hands managed to maneuver between his legs and tug the crotch of the fabric to the side. he groaned at the clear wet spot and held back a full body shiver at the sight of a perfectly rosy little slit with two perfect, puffy lips and the sweetest-looking little clit he'd ever seen. clark brushed a finger against it and was rewarded with a whine from tim and a little twitch from his cunt. the way tim's legs were spread had his pink cunt open and on display. clark was biting his lip just staring at it with want. tim's hand on his cock left and pressed a few fingers in. they came out shiny and coated with a nice sticky slick that tim immediately used to make his hand sliding against his cock easier.

clark held back a grunt and inched closer pushing his hips forward for tim to grip him tighter. god that hand was nice but he needed more, more, more.

clark slotted his twitching cock in between tim's pussy lips, up against his little opening and began grinding it up and down along the seam. clark pressing closer meant the head roughly rubbed against tim's little pink clit. tim gasped when the head mashed to his clit and immediately flattened his hand against clark's cock to feel him closer. tim's hand stopped clark's movement, making him hold still as he pressed clark flush to his cunt, keeping him still and letting him feel the weak, instinctive clench around him, promising heat from his hole barely kissing clark's cock.

the move drew a grunt out of clark. the slide got easier as tim got wetter and wetter and-

"you can put it in," tim whispered in his ear. clark froze.

"'m drunk and my body's all lose, i won't tighten up like normal put it in, god please put it in uncle clark-"

clark shivered. some other dark and despairing feeling curling in his gut alongside his arousal as his brian echoed 'uncle clark uncle clark uncle clark-'.

he didn't waste a moment, momentarily releasing a thigh to grab and steady his cock to press the head against a wet hole and inch into tim.

clark did it steadily, not stopping and just pressing it as far as it would go as tim let out a gasp and jolted around him. his hands were squeezing the cheeks of tim's ass as he sunk all the way home into this tight little pussy. clark didn't manage to get all the way in, just enough for it to feel good before he pulled out and started fucking tim.

tim whined and borderline choked as he was fucked. tim's legs kicked out on either side of him, so overwhelmed from how full he was as clark fucked him steadily but sloppily. it felt so good. so good so good soooo fucking good that clark couldn't focus on technique and anything beyond how good it felt to have a tight, warm cunt hugging his cock.

tim whined and bucked against him, his fingers messily rubbing his clit as clark fucked him faster and harder. tim's other hand was around clark's neck, his fingers gripping the back of clark's neck for stability as they both gasped and moaned together. clark swooped down to messily kiss tim just as someone started banging on the stall door.

"hey both of you!! out! don't do that shit here, find an alley or some cardboard box- this is a place of business!!"

it was one of the bouncers. clark didn't get to finish.

he was forced to hastily pull his cock out of tim's wet hole which he protested but another bang and he was pulling his skirt down.

the two tumble out horny and frustrated that they were close. clark used a bit of speed to pass by everyone in the bathroom and around.

he got them a block away before tim planted a sloppy kiss on him and whispered an address to him. clark happily used the map in his mind to fly there.

they ended up tumbling through the double doors on the balcony of tim's hotel room. they stumbled in the dark and knocked over a table on their way to the bed. clark was pulling off his clothes like a toddler, stumbling out of his pants and underwear while he desperately tried to keep his hands on tim. tim was unbuttoning his blouse and stepping out of his skirt, panties the only thing left and pulled halfway to his thighs before clark was on him and desperately slamming home into him.

tim gasped and arched under him, squirming and whining as his stretched underwear dug into his skin. clark reached for it and ripped the obstruction off his body, tossing it to the side as tim giggled and let his legs fall open. clark did not hesitate to take the invitation, pressing his cock head into tim and sinking in with a wet 'squish'. it's not long before he was pounding into tim, thrusts loud and wet at each slap of skin from how fast he was going while tim was gasping and going all tight around him. clark fucked him through the body trembles and squirming, tugging him back down to keep him on his cock even as he kept fucking his body further up on the bed. tim whined and shook from the force and clark kept going, grunting and keeping his chin on tim's sternum while hunched over him, breathing hard and chasing the feeling of sparkling pleasure that flared every time he punched into tim a little deeper.

tim was so perfect around him, his insides were so tight and wet and hot and clark sunk into him with thick, wet sounds that made him even harder.

tim's squirming got more frantic, his legs on either side of clark bending and kicking slightly, his head going back and forth as he let out sharp gasps of 'ah ah ah' at each slam into him until he let out a cry. tim went all tight around him, insides clamping down suddenly and hard, wetness like a gush drenching clark's cock as he slowed down and hummed, hips grinding to a halt as tim's eyes closed, brows furrowed, and little mouth open as he let out gentle gasps. clark could hear his heart and heard how it had sped up, almost frantic like that of a hummingbird's before finally slowing. clark wetly tugged his cock out before pressing back in, inexplicably pleased at the soft jolt from tim and the weak clench around him.

clark kept it up, kindly fucking tim with slow grinds and thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm him. it took a while but he came. it probably took took long because everytime clark felt himself start to get close he slowed down, wanting to savor the feeling of nice, tight pussy. clark hadn't had sex in years, not since lois passed away and most of the reason for why had been some bone deep loyalty to her keeping him from ever accepting the offers of dates.

but this...this was different.

this was just a nice, good time between two people comforting one another. when clark finallly finishes it's late and tim has long gone limp under him, his eyes having rolled back into his skull and passed out after the sixth or seventh time clark made him seize with orgasm.

the buildup to it was so good, clark tugged tim closer, pressing the head of his cock in until it was kissing the entrance to tim's womb. his cock had been steadily throbbing and dripping tim's insides with enough precum to fill a small kiddie pool. clark stared down at the sight as he came, using his xray vision to be able to see it all. his cum, thick, white and goopy spurting out of the head of his cock and messily smearing on tim's cervix. clark moaned at the sight, feeling his insides tighten as another spurt came out of him and filled tim up until he was dripping clark's cum out of the sides of his plugged hole. clark rutted into tim a few times, using tim's wonderful cunt to milk him of his orgasm before finally letting himself go boneless and collapse on tim.

it took a few more minutes before he was ready again.

tim was so sloppily wet and his hole was so loose and fucked open that clark doubted he'd even notice as he pressed his cock inside once more and started fucking, chasing his orgasm which came quicker this time. it was only fair, even if tim was passed out clark made him cum half a dozen times so he was owed half a dozen orgasms.

clark ended up getting a little more than that by morning when tim woke up on his chest with his hole plugged with clark's wet, soft cock.

clark, of course, woke up to the sun hitting his skin. after a few moments he was completely awake and alert like adrenaline had been injected into his bloodstream and that's when everything that he did sunk in.

clark did not react well. no amount of apologies could make up for what he'd done. fucking his best friend's child. fucking his best friend's underaged child. fucking his best friend's drunk underaged child. fucking his best friend's drunk, underaged, passed out child.

clark was scum. he was the absolute bottom of the barrel scum.

just a few drinks, a little but of flirty touching, some light grinding, and clark had crossed ever moral and legal boundary he could.

clark couldn't do this again. he absolutely couldn't let this happen again.

tim says that it was okay. that he wasn't really looking for anything besides a one night stand.

and clark, burying the fact that his shame is so much greater than a simple 'one night stand', just accepts it because he's seen what opening his stupid mouth will do.

he helps tim dress and check out of his room. tim has no bags, luggage, or money beyond what he had for the hotel. so clark accompanies him to the bus stop where he buys tim a ticket back to gotham. they also stop by a pharmacy where clark buys tim a soda, some chips, and a morning after pill that tim snaps open in broad daylight while clark sheepishly apologizes.

tim assures him it's okay. that he liked it. clark just watches him go, skirt swaying slightly in the wind, red cheeked and stunned.

clark walks home slowly. when he gets home his cell phone that he accidentally left behind has a few missed calls, a text from bruce asking if he found tim, and a text from ma showing a smiling jon with glittering eyes as he stared down at a piece of pie the size of his head with the accompanying message of 'pie for dinner!'

clark smiles softly at the last one before staring down at bruce's message like it was a wad of kryptonite.

he can't keep quiet about this. this is not something friends keep from each other. god. this might spell the end of their relationship forever and clark's chest hurts just thinking about it.

but. but he can't not tell bruce. bruce will figure it out if he doesn't. maybe he already knew. maybe clark not answering him for hours when he usually replied minutes after receiving a message meant he hacked into every security camera in metropolis. maybe he saw them at the club, saw him fly tim to his hotel room and not leave until morning. what if the next time he and tim crossed paths he'd be able to tell from the looks clark gave him.

he can't not tell him.

clarks fingers are typing out the words.

'i have something i need to tell you-'

delete.

'something happened last night and i-'

delete.

'tim and i slept together-'

delete.

'bruce i'm so sorry i don't know what came over me but-'

delete.

'tim and i got drunk and-'

delete.

clark is staring down at his phone and the empty message box. a moment later he's typing another message.

'found tim last night and took him back to his hotel. stayed with him and then got him a bus ticket back to gotham in the morning. bought him a soda and some chips for the road- he seemed better when he left.'

a moment later bruce is typing and clark is watching with bated breath.

'thank you for looking out for my son clark.'

the guilt sits like a stone in clark's stomach.

the next time he and tim cross paths it's at a thanksgiving party being hosted at the kent farm.

ma and pa's house is loud, lively, and happy. alfred and ma are deep in discussion about something and clark is just so happy she's too distracted to pull out the baby pictures to show to other capes. diana and bruce are clearly fighting to keep smiles off their faces as pa happily shares clark's middle school year book photos.

he's on the page showing clark and all the farm animal club members. clark had been acne ridden and there was a photo in there of him letting a sweet mare kiss him on the mouth.

but if clark lets them see the embarrassment on his face he will never live it down.

dick is with wally selecting the next music that will play from clark's old collection of cassette tapes and cd's to play on the old boombox that pa must've pulled out of a box of clark's stuff from the attic.

kids are laughing and playing in another room, all the dining chairs are scattered around with a few fold up ones scattering the porch where dinah, shayera, and hal appear to be deep in discussion about something.

he spots tim around the same time that ma makes a small noise about them being out of sodas. alfred volunteers tim who was curled up in an armchair nearby intensely playing a game on his phone.

at the sound of his name his head shoots up like a meerkat who has sensed danger. it's endearing and clark can't help staring which means tim meets his eyes having felt clark's eyes on him.

they haven't talked since that day in metropolis. clark doesn't even have tim's phone number.

seeing him, meeting his eyes makes it all come rushing back.

he almost doesn't hear ma calling out for him to help tim and show him where the spare fridge is.

tim's eyes lock onto his and suddenly the two are so aware of each other as clark croaks out a strained 'follow me'.

clark leads tim out of the kent house, passing by hal who briefly lifts a hand in greeting to them both.

clark feels tim's eyes on his back and tries his best to keep steady. tim is dressed warmer for the fall. he's in deep black wool pants and a light blue turtleneck. he's wearing pretty silver earrings that glitter slightly in the amber light that clark flicks on in the old barn. a few years back clark helped pa build a newer, bigger barn and the old one was made into a storage shed to hold old appliances, extra parts, machinery, and, most importantly, the old fridge where boxes of soda were.

clark's voice is low and wavering only the slightest bit as he leads tim to the furthest back of the barn.

the two of them are able to keep the act up for only a few moments more. the next thing clark knows he has a brusing grip on tim's hips and is fucking him fast and deep while bending him over some crates meant for corn. clark is biting back his groans while tim moans, his cunt all sloppy and wet and so loud as clark fucks him that he almost worries someone will hear them from the house despite them being nearly all the way down the road. the bit of worry continues until tim is arching his back and crying as he cums. clark fucks him through it, not slowing down until he's splattering tim's walls with his cum.

they take a few moments to breathe before the dread kicks in as tim pulls up his underwear, keeping clarks mess of cum inside him as he buttons his pants.

"it's okay," tim pants, still catching his breath, "i'm on birth control now."

clark hates that that makes him feel better. it was barely ten minutes. he and tim collect the sodas. well, clark does and tim supervises because tim's legs are still shaking slightly.

clarks heart beats faster under his ribcage as they approach the house and he's so sure someone will be able to tell what happened but no one spares them a second look.

an hour later, clark is passing out cake and pie. he's holding a cut of cherry pie when he finds tim again, hunched over his cassette collection. there's a little cup of banana pudding in one hand.

"your music choice blows, didn't you grow up in the 80s?"

tim presses a spoon of pudding into his mouth and stares up at clark with dark eyes. a pink tongue darts out to lick up a small smear that got on his lips.

clark swallows and offers to see if there's some tapes pa missed in the attic. tim offers to come with him.

twenty minutes later clark is sliding his cock into tim's well stretched cunt dripping white onto his cock while he holds him up against a support pillar in the attic. tim gasps into his mouth as he cums around him and clark grunts and holds back a groan as a pumps a hot load into tim.

clark's guilt eats at him for the entire day after the party but by the time the christmas party being hosted at wayne manor swings around he learns to ignore it.

clark gets to see the inside of tim's room, staring up at the posters littering his walls while he fucks tim, being careful to not let the headboard bang into the wall.

tim suck's clark's cock for the first time following a gala that he's reporting on and tim is attending in metropolis. clark cums but it's not long before he's hard again and tim climbs onto his lap in the passenger seat to ride him.

after a big mission he and tim are one of the few who aren't injured and later that night when everyone has gone home or to sleep clark quietly fucks tim on a conference room table in the watch tower.

a press conference for wayne enterprises happens and clark is the reporter sent. tim lets him fuck him on the couch in his office. while tim's cunt is twitching from the stimulation clark goes down on him, gently kissing his pussy and suckling on his little clit until tim is hissing and pulling on his hair.

another mission and tim is lightly injured. clark helps him sleep by rocking him back and forth while he fucks him, he's careful not to cum inside in case one of the medics notice but tim huffs at him and makes clark promise he'll make up for it next time they fuck.

god. next time. there's always a next time.

every time it happens clark tells himself this will be the last time but it never is.

clark tells himself it's okay. that this can just be casual. not serious. he can end it if he really wants to.

but then tim is in metropolis for business and their paths aren't supposed to cross but some winter villain swings in and messes up the weather for the next week. massive blizzard and freak snow storms ground all planes. one of the bridges out of metropolis is down and the city does not have enough snow plows to clear the streets. every hotel is full, the shelters are at capacity, and every single elementary, high school, and the community college have been closed so that temporary cots can be set up in the gymnasium. power keeps going in and out and clark is worried about leaving jon at home to help clear the streets with his heat vision. his elderly neighbor who sometimes watches jon was out of town visiting her sister.

clark is almost on the verge of calling the justice league for backup when tim knocks on his door. his nose is red and his clothes are covered in snow. he was only supposed to be making a day trip to metropolis but now all the roads are closed and the hotels were full and he hadn't wanted to take a bed from someone who really needed it and clark was the only person in metropolis that he knew-

clark invites him in. he feeds him canned chicken noodle soup and gives him some nice dry clothes to change into. jon's are too small and clark's are too big so...clark offers tim an old college basketball shirt that used to belong to lois and some sweatpants and thick socks.

tim is grateful and thanks him earnestly.

tim offers to watch jon for him and clark could kiss him if he didn't think that jon would get curious and ask damian why his dad kissed his brother.

clark gets back late. the roads are better than they were before, enough so emergency vehicles can get through but the snow is still falling and hasn't shown any signs of stopping soon.

he returns to a warm apartment and tim and jon munching on some fresh chocolate chip cookies.

"where did these come from?" he asks while picking one up and eating the whole thing in one bite.

jon leaps up to tell him about how the power in the building went out again and how tim went into the basement to see what he could do and found that the building had backup generators but that they weren't hooked up. with the help of a few of the building's other tenants he manged to get them running while also turning the heat on that the building owner usually had to come over to do. one of them had been so grateful for their help that she'd made them cookies.

tim tugs a laughing jon into his lap while jokingly asking " 'our' help? and what did you do you little scamp?"

jon shrieks with laughter about how he held the flashlight and tim just giggles and starts blowing rasberries into his cheek which has jon laughing louder.

and clark...something about the sight feels so right. a warmth and deep affection fills his chest at the way tim cares for jon and holds him.

jon is clark's whole world. the most treasured thing in his life and seeing tim with him, trusting him to tim...oh god. he's in love with tim.

the realization is somehow not as shocking as it should be. an hour later another one of clark's neighbors pops in with a fresh lasagna and a sincere word of thanks to tim.

he looks over at clark and with deep approval says "i'm really happy for you mr. kent, you found a really good one."

clark doesn't even have to ask what he meant. by the time they get into the kitchen after talking for a little more he and tim catch jon scraping the entire top layer of cheese onto a plate to happily enjoy.

he and tim share a look before bursting out into shared laughter.

that night jon offers tim his bed but appears placated by the fact that clark will be sleeping on the couch while tim gets his bed.

clark's apartment is small. it's enough for his family but it also means clark hears everything, even without his superhearing. so he hears who jon's little snores start and he hears when the door to his bedroom creaks open. an invitation.

the sex is different now that clark has reached the realization that he's in love with tim. clark isn't as frantic, as desperate. he doesn't feel like they're racing against time to finish together.

he and tim kiss for longer before he ever puts his cock inside tim. tim's pajamas are on the floor along with clark's. his hands are tracing every bit of tim, squeezing and feeling him out. his hands cup and squeeze tim's little tits and then trail down to his ass. clark moans while kissing tim's mouth, down his neck, and his tits.

he warms tim's cunt up with his fingers, stretching him out and stroking and playing with his clit until he's dripping and barely makes a sound as clark sinks into him like a hot knife through butter.

clark just stays there for a moment, not moving and just feeling as tim's walls twitch around him. they rock together, tim's hips grinding back as clark works up a slow rhythm. their moans are quieter, whispered to each other. tim hums and moans when he likes something clark does and clark muffles a groans when he wants tim to clench down on him or move his hips a certain way. tim cums and clark follows shortly after, his hips jolting with every spurt of cum he releases into the perfect pussy he's buried in.

he and tim start to make out as they breathe through their mutual release. clark hugs tim close and tim similarly clings to him until he's ready to fuck him again.

they're not finished until they're both trembling and unable to keep going. clark quietly dresses next to tim before flopping down beside him.

clark knows he should go back to the couch, knows that jon finding them like this would mean disaster.

but for some reason his whole body just feels so heavy and clark feels that...the best place for him is right there. by tim's side.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #clarktim

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

You Go First ~ D.G.

A/n: Took me a hot second but here he is! It’s really fucking short for some reason? Idk it all came to me in a rush and I just had to get it down. Hope you still like it!

Request: “Dick Grayson x male reader, reader and dick go on a mission which leads to them confessing at the same time.” By anon

MASTERLIST

“NIGHTWING.” A head snapped over, eyes scanning as quickly as possible to see why the voice had called out to him. When he saw Y/n hefting the large beam and leaning back, readying to chuck it like a baseball… well, there really was only one thing to do.

He hit the deck.

They’d originally met as kids, both working in the same circus. Where Dick had been one of the Flying Graysons, Y/n had been a sight to behold: the youngest strong man ever known. Y/n was seven years old and could lift anything from a whole adult person to cars. Dick had kept track of all of his friends from the circus when he’d lost his parents and been whisked away by Bruce Wayne, especially when they picked up Superboy for the first time and a bunch of teenagers who didn’t get taken seriously formed a team wholly their own.

Now Dick wasn’t that kid anymore. Robin was someone else’s title, onto its third holder as he had moved onto the man he was now. Tim fit the role much better than Dick had.

They’d met again when Dick had still been Robin though. The team had infiltrated the circus to look into a string of robberies that were being tired to the very place and people who had practically raised him. How could he have not looked into it?

Y/n was still in the circus, eight years older and much much stronger. Even Connor had been surprised at seeing Y/n picking up whole cars without breaking sweat. When Dick said that he had been able to do that for years (claiming he’d gotten the information from a newspaper) Connor had admitted that he wasn’t impressed at the feat of strength itself but in Y/n’s performance. It was easy to tell for Connor that Y/n was much stronger than he was letting on but was pretending to be the exact same level of strength he had been at seven. A safe bet for someone trying to stay off the radar in a world full of heroes - and, scarier, villains - but also a safe play when he “pushed his limits” to show off for the crowd and still was well within things he could pick up without risking his safety or health.

It had been hard not to be fascinated with his childhood friend after that. How strong was Y/n? How was he so strong? Dick hadn’t thought about it as a kid of course, but as Robin, in a world full of super people, it made him curious now. Had he been an experiment? Was he alien? A meta? He told himself the curiosity was professional, that he was worried these robberies might be Y/n’s work. After all, he had the strength to pull it off - and they didn’t know if strength was all he had.

But even when it turned out not to be Y/n, Dick kept in touch. First writing letter, and then phone calls and texts and face times. They were talking a lot, and he got himself in trouble a few times for answering a brief call or text or listening to a voice message while on patrol.

When a traveling superhero popped up out of nowhere with superhuman strength but no ability to fly, Dick was on top of it as Robin. The new guy was just the right age for his team. But then he recognized the build and abilities. The motif of the “Strong Man” gave Y/n away even before he spoke and his voice sealed the deal.

To Y/n’s credit, he recognized Dick just as quickly. It made him realize that it wasn’t an act of detective skill. Y/n was a lot of things but he wasn’t a trained eye like the Batfam was driven to be. That meant that the recognization was proof of familiarity. Y/n simply knew the way his body moved and the expressions his face made and the lilts and rises of his voice. Dick knew Y/n just as intimately.

How many people was Dick on such a personal level with?

It had created a tension between them that Dick hadn’t been able to ignore. Or handle. Even now, nothing has gone particularly wrong. Their plan was sailing without a hitch. Everyone was safe and accounted for and within line of sight. The mental link was up and running no problem and they were coordinating with their usual fluid ease. They were winning, and it was happening quickly. Dick shouldn’t be as jumpy as he was.

And yet.

As the metal beam shot over his head and smacked into one of the enemy supers, Dick found himself not worried for the one getting a beam to the face but the one who’d thrown it. Y/n wiped sweat off his forehead while also ducking a second attack. He had taken the time to defend Dick from an enemy that had been behind him. Dick might have been in a pickle for the first time the whole fight if Y/n hadn’t intervened.

It was almost comical how eager they were to make sure the other was having the easiest time possible. Even as Dick went to mock Y/n’s protectiveness, he flung a smoke bomb to blind someone taking a swing at Y/n.

The entire fight they were like that.

Not exactly back to back, but watching out for each other every single step. They were like parts of a machine. Two halves of a whole. Where either stumbled, the other immediately stepped in - and there was a lot of that when both of them were so busy taking care of the other person. It was throwing th e enemies off to try and attack Y/n and get a batarang pinning a sleeve to the wall behind them; or to go for Dick and get tackled to the ground, pinned and unable to move too quickly to stop Y/n from keeping them in place with a bent pipe or a piece of rope.

Dick had never fought like this before. Eventually he stopped worrying about the enemies coming for him specifically. He completely trusted Y/n to handle them. It made him feel… wonderful. Completely placing himself into Y/n’s hands and not once being let down.

It was like a drug, and he was high.

When the fight ended, Dick was wonder struck to realize that he wasn’t cool calm and collected like he usually was. He was exhausted and on edge. He was almost like how he was when he first started - before the toll of his decisions had completely come crashing down on him. Before he’d lost a brother in this new family of heroes he had found. Fighting was fun, and quipping came easily. He wanted to keep going. He could keep doing this all day.

It was probably that energy that drove him to turn to Y/n. It was habit to look, to make sure he was okay, but it was pure adrenaline that didn’t stop him there. A look suddenly wasn’t enough. As if Y/n was having the exact same thought they began moving at the same time and met in the middle. Dick told himself that he was checking for injuries but when Y/n went for a kiss he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate.

Artemis smirked. “I was wondering how long it would take them.”

Wally put his arm around her, smirking. “Took us ages didn’t it? But it happens eventually.” He shrugged, sighing in content as he watched his best friend part from the man he cared so deeply for, grinning. He hadn’t seen Dick that happy in a while… “If he breaks his heart I’ll kill him,” he mumbled under his breath.

Artemis covered her smile. Wally had stopped joking, his quip dying on his lips at seeing Dick radiating such energy and light. Radiating such love.

It must have been serious then.

“For his own good, I suppose he better behave then,” she decided. If Wally didn’t kill Y/n, she would have to. That boy better be on his best behavior.

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Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

#dick grayson #nightwing #Young Justice #dc #dick Grayson x reader #dick Grayson imagine #dick Grayson x male readers #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing x male reader #young Justice x reader #young Justice x male reader #young Justice imagine

[spider-jaysart]

Okay, so here's an au idea that I got while eating a slice of bread lol

So it's an au where Damian, Talia and the Batfamily are all a different species, where they're half human looking creatures with horns and wings (they still look mostly human though, they just have horns and some Dragon looking spots on certain parts of their body. Though Bruce is a bat like creature but still looks mostly human like the rest of the family, he just has bat ears instead of horns and Dick has big fluffy blue wings. And Jon is still Superboy in this au and the rest of the Superfamily are still heroes too and the Batfamily still save people too, well, sometimes)

So the story idea is that during one day, in the backyard of the Wayne Manor (which is a very well hidden place in this au since they don't try to interact with humans), Damian, while drawing and hanging out by himself, saw a dog (Titus) and wanted to get closer to him, since he really loves animals, but the dog had ran away from him before he could even get any closer to him, so he quickly puts his sketchbook down and followed him so that he won't lose him, though, after a while of running after the adorable dog he had saw, he realized a little too late that he had went too far and saw that he was now lost with a bunch of trees and bushes surrounding him, so Damian gets lost in the woods for a whole day. And while trying to look for his way back home to his family, late at night, he sees a human looking boy that's just hanging out on the grass in front of the trees. Damian, out of fear while still standing behind the trees, tries to sneak back away before the boy notices him

Though, the boy somehow hears him and turns around and sees him

And after seeing him, the boy becomes very entranced by Damian's unique appearance, since he's a different species that he's never seen before

He carefully tries to approach Damian without scaring him and tries to offer him some of the bread that he was eating earlier, since he saw that Damian looked kind of hungry with the way he was holding onto his stomach as if was craving something, which he really was after being lost for so many hours

Damian rejects the offer since he doesn't trust him at all. He was raised by Talia to never trust humans and even though he's with Bruce now, he still has a hard time trusting them

The boy then reveals that his name is Jon and tries to ask Damian what his name is

Though, Damian still tries to not say anything to him and quickly runs away from him

So Jon, who had just met this boy of a different species that he's never seen before, not wanting to lose track of him now, sneakily tries to follow him as quick as he can

Though, Damian quickly notices and yells at him to leave him alone, though, Jon doesn't want to listen and continues to follow him

The two soon get captured in a blue Kryptonite net trap while running

Damian blames Jon for this

The villain who had set up the trap was soon revealed to be Lex Luther, he then kidnaps them both and takes them to his secret hideout to experiment on them, feeling happy to have caught a Kryptonian and a rare creature of Damian's species

And while the two try to escape from him, they both learn to get along and later begin to grow crushes on eachother

And while all of this is happening, Bruce is also trying to look for Damian. He goes to Clark, an old friend that he hasn't talked to for years, and tries to ask him where Damian might be

Clark then tells him that his son is also missing. They both then begin to look for Damian and Jon together

(Also, Damian gets Titus in the end. Titus was owned by Lex Luther here but liked Damian as an owner better since he didn't really like the way his Lex had always treated him)

#Damijon #Jondami #Damian wayne #Jon kent #Damian al ghul #Jonathan kent #Damian al ghul wayne #Jonathan samuel kent #Supersons #Robin #Superboy #Jon el #Clark kent #Bruce wayne #Batman #Superman #Batfamily #Batfam #Talia al ghul #Titus the dog #Lex luther #Dragon au #dc comics #spider-jaysart aus

[wolfverse-stories]

Dreams aren't always pleasant

(Falling in Reverse Au/Reverse Batfam)

Chapter 6 (Final Chapter)

     "Back so soon?" Jason asked standing across the rooftop.

     "Afraid so," Damian said stepping forward "I'm-"

     "Not from this Earth" the redhead smirked "Oracle brought me up to speed"

     "I need you to do me a favor," Damian said meeting his gaze.

Timeskip

     "Who is this?" Tim looked over at Jason suspiciously.

     "A friend," Damian said walking over to him.

     "I didn't know you had frie-Sorry force of habit.." Tim trailed off sheepishly.

     "Don't worry I have three brothers I'm used to it" He reassured Tim "So you're sure this will get me home?" Tim gave a nod "Thank you" he turned over to Jason "Remember our deal?"

     "Yeah yeah," Jason said rolling his eyes "You are so much chatter than our wing"

     "Not as cold thought" Tim observed.

     "Yeah that's thanks to a couple of people I know" Damian answered 'including you'

Timeskip

     "Hello?" As soon as he walked into the living room two sets of footsteps came racing down the stairs.

     "Dami!" Dick practically tackled him.

     "Where have you been?!" Jason crossed his arms.

     "Nice to see you too Jay" Damian rolled his eyes getting up "Where are the others?"

     "Cass and Tim are out looking for you" Dick answered still hugging Damian.

     "Bruce had a JL emergency so Wally is 'babysitting us' " Jason explained.

     "And where is West?" Damian looked at his younger brother suspiciously.

     "Jay put a tranquilizer in his food then locked him up in the bat cave" Dick grinned.

     "He wouldn't stop ruffling my hair!"

One week later

     Damian stood in the kitchen where he was supposed to be getting popcorn for his siblings, instead, he was deep in thought. He had gotten back a week ago and one question had been eating away at him.

     'Had I acted out of love or guilt?'

     "Did you get lost?" Tim smirked leaning in the doorway.

     "Lost in thought" Damian replied finally pulling out the popcorn.

     "Something wrong?" Tim asked letting his arm drop.

     "Tim, do you think this is all just guilt?" Damian frowned.

     "What?" Tim stared at his older brother with confusion.

     "Do...do you think that maybe I don't really care about anyone I just feel guilty about what happened to you?"

     "Of course not" Tim scuffed.

     "But I treated you like trash before you died and not that other eart-" Tim cut Damian off.

     "Is that what this is all about?" He moved closer to Damian "Yes when I first got here you hated you beat the heck out of me but before I died you did start to treat me like a brother"

     "What about the others am I just trying to make up for how I treated you?" Damian asked

     "I've seen how you are with Cass and the baby birds and it's not guilt" Tim smiled softly  "You genuinely love for them"

     "Are you sure?" 

     "The fact that you're even worried about this proves you love them" Before Damian could realize what he was doing he had his arms wrapped around Tim in a tight hug

     "Thanks" Tim's body stiffened  from the surprise attack hug "You know I love you too baby bird?"

     "I know," Tim said relaxing "I love you Big Bird"

Meanwhile

     "Wow" Jason mused staring at the large computer set up "You're a seriously little nerd aren't you"

     "It's designed after the bat computer Only with a few more tricks" Tim grinned turning it on.

One year later

     It had started out as a 'favor'. He works with Tim and Damian wouldn't expose his identity. Pretty soon it stopped being a favor. Jason didn't work with Tim because he had to but because he wanted to. Tim was like his little brother and there was no way Jason would let anyone mess with his little brother.

     So when the court sent a Talon after Tim of course Jason was going to track him down and make him sorry.

    "Skywatcher any signs of your attacker," Jason asked into the comm.

     "No so far, be careful Hood these are professionally trained assassins"

     "Don't worry little brother" Jason replied in a mocking tone.

    "I'm technically older than you" Tim snapped back.

     "I'd still be bigger than you without magic" Jason chuckled "Seriously you need to eat"

     "I've put on five pounds" Tim shot back.

     "Yeah sure you-"  a noise started Jason

    "Hood? What's going on?" Tim asked over the comm

     "I uh..." Jason stared at the small figure in front of him "I found a baby talon"

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#fanfic #batfam #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #reverse robins #reverse batfam #batman #reverse robin #ao3

[fr0doswagggins]

Echoes pt 2

Part 1

NSFW. 18+, MDNI, smut.

⇝ warnings. fem reader, smut p in v, swearing/curse words, someone walking in during the middle of it, typos probably and grammatical errors

“I said. Turn. Around.”

It irritated you that dick was acting like he owned you, so you decided to put up a fight because today you weren’t having it. You took a step closer to him and looked him dead in the eye.

“Or what? What will you do to me if I don’t turn around?” You raised an eyebrow questioningly. Dick put his two calloused hands around your hips.

“Oh pretty birdie, you don’t wanna know.” he leaned in and put his lips against your ear, “but it sure seems like you’re dying to find out.” And with that he spun you around so quickly forcing you to put your hands out on the desk to catch you from falling. Before you could move, Dick put his arms around you, pinning you to the desk. He leaned his chest against your back and with his lips once again against your ear he whispered, “I know what game you’re trying to play and I’m not having it.” He sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel your core starting to throb.

You weren’t really sure how it got to this point. You’d only jokingly slapped your boyfriends ass and he decided to make a whole thing out of it. A whole mess that is. Dick’s skimpy gym shorts were long gone. Your leggings were wrapped around ankles as he roughly gripped your hips, digging his fingers into your skin. He thrust into your core quickly and harshly from behind leaving you unable of processing a single thought. You’re thankful that you’re at least able to hold yourself against the desk because at this point your legs feel like they’re made of jelly and you’re struggling to stay up.

New sounds echo around the cave; it is filled with the filthy sounds escaping your mouth, the slapping of Dick’s hips against your ass, and a sound akin to that of macaroni being stirred in a pot.

What can you say? You two were lost in the moment, so much so that you forgot you were technically in a public space.

“Hey Dick is that you in there? What the hell are you even doing it sounds oddly lik-“ Jason Todd stopped in his tracks. His eyes go wide, mouth agape. He quickly shut his eyes at the concerning sight of his brother’s bare ass.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GET A FUCKING ROOM!” Jason insists.

“SHUT UP JASON, GET THE FUCK OUT!” Dick yells over his shoulder. He continues his thrusting. You hear Jason audibly gag.

“NO GET A ROOM”

“NO. LEAVE”

“Then can I join?”

“NO! GET THE FUCK OUT”

“GET. A FUCKING. ROOM. THAT’S LITERALLY DISGUSTING. I FUCKING HATE YOU.” He yells but he doesn’t waste another second witnessing that disgusting sight.

Your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but you begin to feel the tell tale signs that Dick is about to come. His thrusts become sloppier until he releases with a groan. He slumps against your back and wraps his arms around your waste softly. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t even let you get to finish,” he says into the crook of your neck.”

“It’s ok Dickie. We should probably get out of here anyway. Wouldn’t want anyone else to see us like this,” you say. He lets you go so you can get your leggings back on, but before he can find his gym shorts your privacy is interrupted once again.

“RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” The furious voice of Bruce Wayne booms around the cave.

Dick looks up, terror in his eyes. You hide behind him, leaving him fully exposed to his father. Lucky you’d gotten your leggings on just in time. Your boyfriend on the other hand…not so lucky. Maybe this was instant karma for taking your silly joke a little to far and then not even letting you get the full enjoyment. You are never going to let him live this one down.

#dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing #nightwing smut #jason todd #bruce wayne

[forestwhisper3]

Remembering that time I almost wrote a Danny Phantom/Justice League crossover. It was many, many years ago (so long ago that I actually did forget exactly when I wrote it), but I only got a teeny bit done before I completely lost the motivation for it and stopped. Since I know I’m never going to continue, I thought it might be fun to show you all that tiny segment. Past me was even kind enough to make a fic summary, ahaha! So...here you go!

Summary: Alternate realities are a curious thing, though not always pleasant. In a world where a battle between Phantom and Plasmius results in the Fentons' deaths, Danny is forced into being the ward of one Vlad Masters- who has gone insane with grief and guilt. Determined to have Danny with him forever, Vlad does everything possible to hide him from the world.

That is, until a meeting with billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne throws a wrench in his plans.

                         OoOoOoOoOoOoOo

Amity Park was a peaceful looking town. Hardly any of the buildings were more than two stories tall, there were multiple parks, and there was just a quaintness to it that seemed to isolate it from the world.

That last part was exactly why he was here.

While to many people it would appear as if the man walking down the streets of was exploring with a pleased curiosity, Bruce Wayne's mind was hard at work. Months ago, the League had detected a massive surge of energy coming from the small town, and had been more than a little startled at its sudden disappearance while investigating the cause. That had immediately sent up red flags to many of them. There were very few things that could make an entire town vanish without a trace in an instant, after all, and none of them were good.

Unfortunately, the energy was different from any they had dealt with before. It made it hard to figure out what was going on and how to solve it. It was only due to a comment from Wonder Woman that they were able to get on the right track, although even then, it had been a little hard to believe.

Before then, they'd never dealt with ghosts.

Dr. Fate had been the most help, as knowledgeable as he tended to be on the strangest subjects. He had confirmed the energy as the supernatural kind, and had then gone on to identify it as a form of ectoplasm. When asked why the ghosts were focusing on that one place, and why the ghosts themselves hadn't been causing problems elsewhere, Fate had only said that the situation was unique, and that the ghosts never ventured far because they weren't allowed to.

Batman hated Dr. Fate sometimes.

Trying to glean any information from Amity itself was frustrating as well. The local newspapers would mention ghost attacks on a regular basis, but never went in depth. The only two articles that seemed to be of note were the one of its current mayor, Vlad Masters, being possessed, and the one praising a ghost boy the town called Inviso-Bill. A ghost that had, strangely enough, been blamed for the possession of the mayor and dubbed a public enemy.

He didn't fail to notice that they started calling him a hero after the incident where Amity vanished.

He might have passed off the lack of information as the fact that the people of Amity were generally familiar with what went on, if it hadn't been for what happened after. Looking into the situation had been put into the backburner when the town returned unharmed, mostly due to more pressing situations elsewhere, but it wasn't forgotten. During a lull in crime some time later, Superman decided to finally begin the investigation by travelling there as Clark Kent, who wanted to write a piece on the town for tourists looking to get away from the city.

He wasn’t even allowed to enter the city’s limits.

Other attempts by lesser known, though well trusted, reporters ended up the same. Masters claimed it was because Amity preferred its solidarity, and that tourism would make things much too chaotic. Batman didn't buy it. There was something going on, and Masters himself seemed to be covering it up. So, how did one go about gaining the trust of a paranoid rich man? By introducing another rich man into the mix.

It was times like these that he truly appreciated his wealth.

Vlad Masters wasn't a terribly rich man in comparison, but he was good at putting his money to work. That was the first cause for caution- it meant that he was intelligent. The second was that his criminal record was suspiciously clean. While Wayne Industries never delved in the illegal, Bruce Wayne was still guilty of a few traffic tickets and small time offenses. It was true that his suspicions might be unfounded, and that Masters might just be a good man, but he had learned that wasn't usually the case with the wealthy. It was better to consider him like the others until proven otherwise.

Other discrepancies had popped up in his background check, but these were the ones placed on the forefront as he knocked on the large wooden doors.

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Vlad was not happy.

The treaty he had made with the inhabitants of the Ghost Zone was being broken. He should have expected it, of course, but it did make things difficult. Apparently the knowledge of Daniel's treatment under his care was no longer enough to stay their hands and keep them from attacking the human world.

Boredom could be a quite a dangerous thing in the uncouth and uneducated.

Fortunately, those foreign reporters had stopped sniffing around months ago. He didn't know what he would do if one were present just as activity started picking up again. Should the rest of the world would know that ghosts were more than a small town's crazy paranoia, people would come- bringing unwanted attention, and if it was deemed a threat, Amity Park might actually find itself visited by superheroes.

Vlad hated superheroes.

It was a miracle he'd kept everything under the radar as long as he had, although money and connections had surely played a large part. Looking at his record, he was the epitome of a decent citizen. No one could and would suspect him. He was free to do as he wished, unless a hero were to get involved. He'd heard rumors- X-ray vision, telepathy, super strength; all sorts of abilities that put him at risk. No, it was better to keep Amity away from the rest of the world. Away from prying eyes and questions.

Away from the chance of them finding his Daniel.

Oh, he had no doubt they would be interested. Daniel was special. Unique. They would snatch him up in an instant, wanting him to join their little group and use his powers for good. Well, not if he had anything to say about it. Daniel was his, and the boy would grow to appreciate this in time. Time without distractions from the outside. Time with just the two of them.

What he failed to remember, however, was that time favored Danny.

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Danny sighed, gazing desperately out a window. It felt like ages since he'd been outside, and he was going crazy. He longed to feel the sun on his skin, the wind in his hair, and the liberating sense of freedom all of these things entailed. But he couldn't. All he could do was sit here, wondering when that now literally insane fuitloop would decide he wanted to spend some quality time together.

He grimaced just thinking about it.

Guilt, sorrow, loneliness, anger, and frustration settled in his stomach as his thoughts turned to the cause for all this once more. 

His family- gone. Caught in the crossfire of one of their battles. It had been Vlad's attack that did it, but it wouldn't have happened at all if it weren't for him.

His life- taken from him. Pulled out of school, forced to live in this house, all contact with the world cut off.

His powers- stifled. The madman had made some sort of deal with the other ghosts, ending all attacks on Amity Park.

His friends- Oh, his friends...He could still hear their screams. Taken from their families. Assumed dead. Trapped somewhere he didn't know.

Couldn't reach.

Couldn't save.

It was all his fault.

So, he did the only thing he could- he stayed. If he stayed, they didn't scream. If he stayed, he could help them, even if just a little. If he stayed, he could pretend they weren't in danger.

He needed to stop before he really did go crazy.

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#Danny Phantom #Justice League #The crossover that almost was #But hey! If anyone wants to take this and run with it be my guest! #I don't even remember where I was going to go with it myself #So I'd be perfectly happy with wherever this ends up #My past self was also writing a Harry Potter/Hey Arnold crossover apparently #Anyway that's enough from me! #Goodnight!

[cephalog0d]

Batfic - "Batman and Robbin'"

Category: Gen, F/M Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Characters/Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne & Alfred Pennyworth, mentioned Selina Kyle Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, (but also Catwoman's sidekick), Tim Drake is Robin, Pre-Relationship, (i guess? genuinely not sure how to tag their relationship), (steph is flirting via mildly bullying tim in costume and tim isn't NOT secretly into it), (he's also very annoyed), (so really not that different than the grown-up BatCat interactions), implied Bruce/Selina as well but too minor for me to tag it, POV Tim Drake, Rated T for some swearing (because unlike comics I am allowed to do that)

Summary:

It wasn’t until much later, back in the Cave, that Tim actually put everything together. In which Robin has his first run-in with Catwoman's new sidekick and is infuriated and embarrassed and definitely not even a little bit impressed.

It had been a relatively quiet evening by Gotham standards, one of those nights where they were trying to track down a particular target and prevent a disaster rather than waiting for something to pop up for them to deal with. They were looking for a man they’d only heard referred to with the unhelpfully vague name of “Big Joe” who seemed to have a hand in what they were pretty sure was an incoming weapons shipment that would be much better off diverted out of the hands of Gotham mobsters, but crime fighting in Gotham meant always assuming something would happen to draw them off track.

This time that “something” was a flash of purple spotted vaulting neatly between buildings near the edge of the Diamond District, two things that immediately suggested a very specific individual up to something nefarious.

Unfortunately, they had just gotten a more direct lead on “Big Joe”, which meant they were going to have to split focus, and as much as Robin was sure Batman would love to spend the rest of his night chasing down Catwoman (or whatever else he might get up to, Robin emphatically did not want details and was not asking), they needed him focused on their actual target. He might be grumpy at losing out on a chance to flirt with her, but he would be a lot grumpier if they lost their shot at stopping a dangerous shipment from getting into even more dangerous hands.

“I’ll check it out,” Robin offered before Batman could suggest otherwise, veering off without waiting for an answer. Batman just grunted an affirmative and kept moving towards their original target. (Robin was choosing to take that as Batman having faith in his ability to handle things. It wasn’t like Catwoman was that dangerous. Comparatively. Probably. He totally had this.)

After a couple of blocks of rooftop running, Robin did catch up to someone in a purple suit, but it wasn’t Catwoman, and she had apparently stopped to wait for him.

“False alarm, B, it’s just that Spoiler kid again,” he muttered into his radio. Given how adamant she had been about joining them, they had sort of expected another run-in at some point, but this was the first they had actually seen her since the whole Cluemaster mess had ended in him losing his score and getting arrested. (They were guessing she had had some part in that, but since there was no actual evidence and she seemed to have gone quietly back to her civilian life since then it had gone on the backburner in terms of investigation. Apparently that had been a mistake.)

She had changed her costume, Robin realized as he got closer. It was similar, with the purple suit and the black boots and gloves, but it looked a little sleeker and she had ditched the cape. She still had the full face mask with the large white eyes, and the hood, but it was now held it place by two black points sticking through it that looked an awful lot like ears.

He snapped out his staff as he approached, just in case, holding it ready but not in an offensive position quite yet. This didn’t have to be a fight, and he was sort of hoping it wouldn’t be, but he was not explaining another brick to the head to Batman. He was ready this time.

“Took your time, there, roadrunner,” she said.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said with as much authority as he could muster.

“And yet here I am!” Spoiler said cheerfully, looking rather infuriatingly unthreatened as she sat perched on a chimney stack, one leg crossed over the other and kicking back and forth idly.

“I’m serious,” Robin tried again, gritting his teeth a bit and tightening his grip on his staff.

“Oh, I know you are, bird boy.” Spoiler hopped off of her perch and sauntered towards him. “Thing is, if your big bad Bat-daddy-”

“Oh my god, no,” Robin said in horror; Spoiler acted like he hadn’t said anything.

“-couldn’t scare me off I’m not sure why you think you,” she leaned forward into his space, “in your cute little tights are gonna do it.”

Robin wished, briefly but fiercely, that he had a full face mask to cover the fact that he was definitely blushing. Maybe it was dark enough that it wasn’t completely obvious? Hopefully? He couldn’t see Spoiler’s expression but from her body language, the way her head was tipped to one side, it was all too easy to imagine her smirking at him.

As surreptitiously as possible, he took a deep breath to recenter himself.

(Cont. on AO3)

#ceph writes things #stephanie brown #tim drake #this is a series now i guess! #it's dan's fault! #steph in this AU gets to be EVEN MORE of a menace to the Bats and i just really love that for her #selina is so proud

[imagine--if]

im so looking forward to the hope series it's so good so far and there's only one chapter!!!! waiting anxiously for the second one <33

A/N: Here's part two!! I'm thrilled everyone's enjoying it so far - I can't wait for the funeral part (coming soon after) where the Riddler gets to speak to Hope properly 🖤

To My Hope; Drive

Words: 1320

It wasn't a surprise to you when Peter came striding in and stopped dead when he caught sight of you, and specifically The Batman. He'd immediately questioned Gordon in frustration, accusing Batman of being involved, then looking to you in exasperation.

"They're goddamn vigilantes! They could be suspects! Especially him!"

But Batman wasn't paying any attention to his furious rants. Instead, he stared at the now-dead Mayor in thought, his quiet murmur cutting through their dispute.

"He lies still..."

"Excuse me?"

Gordon nodded slowly, explaining the riddle, and Peter left with a string of annoyed comments as he stomped off to meet the press downstairs. You couldn't stay any longer, and while Gordon shows you out, your eyes linger on the boy who's lost his father, sitting wounded and downcast as the police ask him questions as gently as they can. The Batman stares too, a slither of emotion breaking his blank, hard-set stare.

"There'll be a funeral," he tells you once you're both out. "I'll pick you up and take you... if that's alright."

You nod slowly, a brow raising. "Bruce Wayne is going to take me to the funeral in one of his fancy cars? With the press snapping photos and bugging you about who I am? Secret girlfriend? You know they'll do it."

A scoff of amusement leaves him, and he shakes his head. "I know. But I want you there, and I want you where I know you're safe."

"With you, you mean," you say with a smile, used to his protective nature by now. "Okay then. Don't give Alfred a hard time when you get back to the manor, and say hi to him for me."

He nods again, patting you on the shoulder before disappearing into the night. You stare after him with a light sigh, looking away from the wide city screens presenting Pete Savage's heartfelt promise to find the killer for his lost friend.

There's not much to do now, except go back home and try to get a bit of sleep. But it's not easy, with jumbled riddles and puzzling words that make no sense whizzing through your brain, and the image of that old, cartoon angel from the card.

Soulmates. My Hope.

You're jerked out of your lazy thoughts early the next morning, your phone ringing persistently from the bedside table, Bruce's name on the ID.

"Bru-"

"Alfred found something," he interrupts, clearly wanting to get straight on with it. "I need to catch you up. When does Hope plan on getting back out?"

You groan groggily, sitting up and brushing the hair out of your face. "Mm... let her have her coffee first."

Batman had quickly shown you the complicated method of breaking down the cypher to reveal a hidden message of 'DRIVE' when you met up a little later. This was only the beginning, after all. You don't know where this is heading, but it can't be anywhere good. Especially if you've caught the attention of this riddling killer in a way you really shouldn't have.

You're taken to the private garage of Don Mitchell's, Gordon and Batman walking by your sides as you take in the excessive amount of shiny sports cars.

"I've got an emo friend who could afford all this fancy gear," you joke quietly to Batman, and he glares at you softly.

"Yeah, he's got a car," Jim Gordon mutters sarcastically. "Guess it's good to be a mayor. Where to even start?"

"We should look for things that shouldn't be here," you think aloud, examining the cars in turn with a small frown.

"You sure this isn't a leap?" Gordon asks uncertainly. "'Drive' could mean anything."

"You don't trust me?" Batman questions.

"You mean like you trust me? It's been two years now, and I don't even know who you two are, man."

You stop in your tracks suddenly, going over to a silver car with something jammed above a tyre. It's long metal in a scissor shape, and you pull it out, handing it over to Batman, who nods at you approvingly.

"What are we looking for?" Gordon asks as you unlock the door for Batman to get in, his blue-white flashlight illuminating the darkness.

"A USB port," The Batman answers.

"USB?"

A gloved hand pushes a button, and a compartment slides open to reveal the port... and a special keyring that makes you groan in disgust, rolling your eyes. Gordon looks at you in confusion.

"What?"

Batman holds up the USB stick, along with the mayor's missing thumb.

"'Thumb' drive," Batman clarifies, and Gordon curses as he gets out his laptop, inserting the stick. An error message quickly flashes up on the screen.

"It's encrypted."

Batman holds up the keyring with the dangling thumb. "Try this."

Gordon pulls a similar face to yours, taking it reluctantly.

"Oh, this guy's hilarious," he breathes in annoyance, as the drive opens to reveal a thumbprint scanner. He gingerly places it on the scanner, and the error message is replaced with several photographs of a blonde woman, the mayor beside her in them all.

"Well, well, well," Gordon whispers. "So much for family values."

"Who is she?"

"No idea," he replies, leaning in closer to the screen to point out the Penguin, Falcone's right-hand man.

A whooshing sound of notifications from emails interrupts, and Gordon panics, swearing.

"The drive! It sent out the photos from my account..."

"He lies still," Batman recalls.

"You should ask the Penguin about it at the Iceberg Lounge," you tell him. I know some of the girls there, if that helps."

And so the three of you part again, you going back to being Hope and trying to forget the chaos and confusion that's going on behind the scenes, and Batman off to the Iceberg Lounge.

You don't get much peace before the news comes up later in the evening, with questions about the blonde woman, now revealed to the public from the drive, and a disturbing video from... The Riddler.

Your eyes are fixed on the screen as you hear his heavy, shaky breaths and take in the white question mark on his murky green coat. He pulls the camera away to reveal his face, which is covered along with his head in a similar coloured green mask. A pair of clear glasses are over the bridge of the nose, and you frown, unnerved. This is the man who sent you the letter. This is the man who called you his soulmate.

"Hello, people of Gotham," his deep, modified voice sounds through your TV's speakers. "This is the Riddler speaking. On Halloween night, I killed your mayor because he was not who he pretended to be. But I am not done."

The camera flips, and you gasp in disbelief as you see Peter's face caged in a clear trap, rats scuttling in a compartment at his chest.

"Here is another," the Riddler continues, Pete hyperventilating from behind the silver duct tape over his mouth, "who will soon be losing face. "I will kill again, and again, and again, and again, until our day of judgement, when the truth about this city will FINALLY...! Be unmasked."

The camera zooms out to show the both of them, the RIddler evidently grinning from behind his mask. "Goodbye!"

And then his face is off the screen, and you're left staring at the TV blankly, a shiver running down your spine.

Your phone vibrates from a nearby table, a message from Bruce asking you to meet him to examine the body and the Riddler's clue in his trap. You don't move for a long moment, and when you do, you switch off the TV and stare at your shaded reflection in the black screen. You stare at the figure of hope... and now that you know that the Riddler might have been watching, obsessing, for who knows how long... it doesn't quite feel the same.

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[awhitehead17]

Whumptober 2022: Day 27 - Pushed to the limit

Prompt: Stumbling

Summary: Bruce has had a long few days and it’s catching up with his body. Unfortunately rest isn't an option yet because he’s got to make his way out of the maze he's currently trapped in no matter how much he wants to go to sleep instead.

Enjoy! :D

When he hits the wall for the umpteenth time Bruce finally takes the hint and stops moving. Slumping against the cold concrete he forces himself to take a deep breath and tries to get his bearings together.

He’s been going non-stop for what feels like years but in reality it must be close to four days. He’s had very little sleep, next to no food and water and he’s now running on his reserves, feeling completely exhausted and ready to drop at any second. That also being the reason why he keeps smacking into walls as he walks, he can barely stand up right let alone walk in a straight line. He’s staggering around like he’s a lost drunk unable to make his way home at the end of a night out.

He wishes that was the case. It would certainly be better than the reality he’s facing.

For just over two days his attention was focused on Gotham, rumours of an underground drug ring had spread and while looking into it Bruce found out that some of Gotham’s socialite’s were involved with the ring. So not only was Bruce working on the case at Batman but he also ended up getting involved in the case as ‘Brucie Wayne’ too. His time had been completely occupied and he didn’t stop until he solved the case with Commissioner Gordon and moved on.

Naively he thought he may get a day’s break after that. Of course he was wrong. He didn’t even get to go bed before he got a call alerting him how the Justice League is needed for an emergency happening in Buenos Aires. The last two days have been constant running around, figuring out and talking battle strategies and always being on guard.

Bruce ended up chasing one of their prime targets into an underground labyrinth. Being at the disadvantage and not knowing where he was going, paired with the fact he’s completely exhausted, Bruce ended up losing sight and track of the target. Frustrated with himself and at the situation Bruce didn’t have any other choice but to start trying to make his way out of the maze he was lost in. Regrettably he wasn’t Theseus and he didn’t use a string to guide his way through the endless corridors meaning he walking blind until he reaches topside. How long he’s now been underground for he has no idea, but it’s certainly not helping his drained body and mind.

After a moment he prepares himself to get moving again. Taking a deep breath he pushes himself away from the wall and starts the treacherous journey back through the maze. Unsurprisingly his strength doesn’t last long, within moments he’s tripping over his own feet and crashing into the wall yet again.

Maybe he shouldn’t stray away from the wall. Isn’t there a rule or something saying if a person keeps their hand on a wall and follows it they’ll eventually make it out of the maze, even if it takes you on a horribly long route it’ll help you to escape? Using that as his excuse Bruce leans on the wall for support and continues on with his journey, hoping to get out of the maze as soon as possible.

Bruce loses track of time as he wonders. Everything becomes a blur and it takes all of his willpower to keep going instead of stopping and sliding down the wall to rest.

“Batman!”

Bruce grumbles to himself. Great, he’s got to that point in his exhaustion where he’s begun hallucinating. Thinking about it, he’s surprised that it hasn’t happened before now.

“Batman! Can you hear us?”

Huh. He doesn’t know if it says a lot about him as a person, or a father, that the voice he's imagining is his eldest son’s voice. He has no idea on what that could mean.

“He’s here!”

Suddenly it’s not just voices he’s imagining anymore, it’s developed into him hallucinating actual people now.

He blinks rapidly as he tries to work out what he’s seeing. In front of him was his son, Dick dressed up in his Nightwing gear. Movement happening behind him grabs Bruce’s attention and when he looks over his son’s shoulder he blinks again and finds… is that Clark? Not only is he imagining Dick but he’s now imagining Clark too. He’s not telling anyone about this once he’s out of the maze.

“Batman are you injured?”

Dick’s voice pulls his attention back onto his son. He frowns, regarding the question. He’s not injured, just severely tired. “Are you actually here?” He ends up blurting out, apparently the exhaustion means he’s got no filter.

“Yeah Batman we are.” Dick answers with a frown of his own. “After you didn’t come back we followed you down here and have only just found you, we’re not far from the exit.”

Bruce grunts, slowly accepting the fact that maybe he wasn’t hallucinating after all.

“The target?”

Clark comes into his vision again as he steps up beside Dick in front of him. “We got him. When you came down here we knew there had to be another exit somewhere above and searched around, coincidently we were right next to the passage when he appeared. We apprehended him with no trouble. That’s when we came down after you when you didn’t return as soon as we expected.”

Bruce hums thoughtfully before letting out a long sigh. At least the target is captured and Bruce’s journey through the maze hadn’t been for nothing.

“Are you hurt Bats?” Clark asks him, his eyes roaming over his body, which of course was covered by his suit anyway.

“I’m fine,” he grunts and starts to make a move to push up off the wall. He’s got company now, he can’t afford to be looking as bad as he feels. “Let’s go.”

Bruce doesn’t make it more than three steps before he’s having to lean against the wall again. He’s quick to put a hand up to stop his companions from closing in on him when he senses them move after he reached for the wall.

“Batman…”

“B…”

Bruce waves off their concern and takes a deep breath to steady himself. After a few seconds he pushes away from the wall again and this time makes it six steps before he’s falling to the side. Instinctively he puts a handout to reach for the wall but he never touches it because another body is pressing up against his side instead. An arm wraps around his waist while the other takes his own arm and throws it over their shoulders. Even in Bruce’s addled mind he can make out that Clark’s come to support his weight.

Not having the energy to care or to protest against it, Bruce allows the man of steel to help him walk. He most definitely draws the line at being carried, but walking he can do. He also becomes aware of Dick hovering nearby as they make their way out of the maze.

As soon as he’s out of here he’s finding the nearest hotel and crashing, everything else can wait and anything that can’t, Clark or Diana can deal with it. The world can deal without Batman for one damn night.

#Whumptober 2022 #day twenty seven #Stumbling #bruce wayne #dick grayson #clark kent #exhaustion #tired bruce #caring clark #concerned dick #Bruce is grumpy #he isn't drunk #he's just tired #mazes #fanfiction #dc comics #batman #superman

[dairy-farmer]

Blind Tim AU. Maybe it was an accident or maybe the Bats were responsible for it. Tim lost his eyesight. He's heard what the world had to say about it. He may not be able to see but he can feel the pitying looks on his way from heroes and civilians alike. He can't stand it. He feels like his wings have been clipped.

He retires from his vigilante work. He's only human after all. He has no powers that could have possibly make up for his loss. Much of his detective work, relied on his ability to see after all.

It depresses Tim. Maybe it would be easier if he lost his sight during a fight in his night job. But imagine how devastating it would be if it was just the result of an accident in his civilian life. The Bats try to help him but it's hard helping someone who was as independent as Tim. it was difficult to help Tim who firmly believes that his usefulness to the family correlates with his worth. It's difficult to assure Tim that he won't be abandoned.

One day, Tim decides to run away. Better he runs now before he had to force his family into confronting Tim so that they could throw him away. This would maje it hurt less so he runs. And it's hard. He has to be swift but careful. Tim has lost track of how many times he fell or bumped into something.

Eventually, he reaches an alleyway. If he remembers it correctly, this alleyway was a blindspot to the Bats. He remembers Oracle and Batman talking about it the night before his accident. There, he hides himself behind a dumpster and cries until he passes out.

When he comes to, he's still tired and someone was carrying him. It must be his dad. He's so big and broad. Bruce probably heard that he ran away and tracked him down. Shame and guilt filled him. He's so useless now, he can't even run away properly. Once they're back home, he promises to himself that he'll be good to the Bats. He'll beg them not to throw him away. He'll learn something, anything to be useful again. He snuggles closer to his dad's(?) chest and falls back to sleep.

...

The next time Tim wakes up, however, he realized something was wrong. His limbs are bound and he's naked. There's a thick and cloyingly sweet scent in the air and the room is too warm. He doesn't recognize the sheets he's laying down on. Terror seizes his heart as cold dread pools in his stomach. He calls for his Dad and for his brothers but no one answered. His throat is increasingly growing sorer.

Then he hears footsteps coming closer. Tearfully, he calls out for Bruce again, hoping his dad came to save him. But the person said nothing. The hands roaming his body is answer enough for Tim. This isn't Bruce. This isn't his dad. Someone kidnapped him and he's about to be raped.

...

When the man was done, Tim's face was drenched in sweat, drool and tears. His body is littered with bite marks and bruises and his pussy is sore and drenched with cum and slick. Throughout the entire ordeal, Tim screamed for his family, hoping they'll come bursting through the doors.

He can hear the man take pictures. The sound of the shutter sounds so loud in the quiet room. A few minutes later, he hears two different sets of footsteps coming. For a moment, he allowed himself to hope. Maybe they came to save him. But the telltale sound of the zipper says otherwise. Defeated, Tim can only cry.

...

He wakes up again to someone carrying him. Weakly, he tries to push them away. The person shushes him. And if Tim still had the tears and energy left, he would've cried when he hear his dad tell him he's taking him home; that he's safe now.

...

A few months after his kidnapping, Tim still clings on to his dad and his brothers like they'll disappear the next minute. It may be wrong of Bruce but when he learned that Tim was now blind, he couldn't help but be happy. Tim has no one to rely on but his family now. His family will keep him safe and happy.

Except Tim had been reckless and ran away. He got the alert the minute Tim went out of his room and again when he left the Manor. And again when he left the compound. He and his sons had tailed Tim until they reached an alleyway that had no cameras after an altercation with a Rogue rendered the cameras useless. They watched as Tim cried behind the dumpster until he passed out

Some part of Bruce twinged in pain seeing his baby be so lost and afraid because of his condition. But this is his reality now and Tim needed to get ahold of himself. He's far more defenceless now. He can't just run away and hide when things gets too rough. And Tim's reaction when he woke up a bit and realized he's being carried away by someone encouraged that.

He took Tim to one of his less frequently used safehouse. Jason gave him the drugs. Then he and Dick volunteered to cover their tracks and give him the time to break their baby bird. They'll be joining after they're done.

And it worked. Tim had never been as open as he had been now. He lets his family coddle him and love him. Tim will never leave them now. Slowly, they've isolated Tim from everyone else, citing depression from his condition. Maybe one day they could even fake his death.

What's even better is that Tim has been hornier lately. Grinding himself on his dad's and brothers' cocks when he thinks they're asleep. Soon they can try masturbating together and then move on to them fingering Tim while Tim gives them a blowjob and finally they can fuck Tim. Bruce wonders, would Tim know the cocks he's been obsessing over lately are the cocks that raped him. Only one way to find out.

—🦆 (I can't for the life of me write smut and this went longer than I expected)

yesss!!!! i LOVE dark fics like these!!!! i once saw a movie called 'sightless' that was filmed in a very fascinating way because the main character was blind and everything she 'saw' was as she imagined it (if someone said the curtains were blue but she'd imagined them gray then they'd turn blue in the next scene). she'd been "in an accident" and was being cared for but it turns out she was being held captive and didn't know it- in one scene there's this twist because she thought she was in an apartment in the city because she heard traffic outside the window but when she tries to jump out the window she doesn't fall to her death and just hits the ground, she's horrified when she realizes those sounds she heard were just speakers playing traffic sounds.

tim feeling so lost, helpless and bound, waking up to a stranger's hands on him, touching him, fucking him. tim is distressed and crying the entire time. the shame that fills him is unbearable because he used to be red robin, a force to be reckoned with and now he's someone who has been swiftly knocked down several pegs.

he's helpless and small and unable to fight against the hands that pin down his hips and roughly fuck into the wet, trembling seam of his cunt. tim is tied down for hours as his captors take turns on him, low voices grunting and cursing over him. they humiliate him. they pinch his tits, stroke his clit and litter mockingly gentle kisses on his cheeks. tim feels hot warmth spill onto his cheeks and over his face and chokes out another sob because someone over him has just jacked off onto his face.

tim's body is streaked with cum and sweat, dirited inside and out. being alone for too long scares him. it makes him feel like there's another person in the room...watching him....because when he'd been held captive he'd never known when he was alone. he'd desperately strained his ears to hear if there was anyone around so he could cry or try to escape and he'd be so sure he was alone....only to hear someone breathing just a few feet away as he tried to get out of the ropes around his wrist.

he'd then break down sobbing and crying out for bruce or jason or dick and be swiftly be answered by hands that groped and squeezed him too hard and that forced unwilling orgasms out of his pussy that would have him gasping and sobbing and arching to get away.

tim used to be so independent. he used to never fear anything. now he cried if he was left alone too long and jumped at every unexpected noise. he sought out the company and warmth of his family and he tried desperately to ignore the throbbing heat of his insides.

tim refused to acknowledge how his own assault even though the memories of it had him waking up with hitched cries but also with uncomfortably warm underwear.

he tried not to think of how he nestled in bruce, dick, and jason's laps- curious cunt pressing down on their covered cocks. he can hear the excuses they whisper to each other about how tim is young and naturally curious and doesn't like strangers so of course he'll direct his attention to them, his family. tim doesn't care to be touched by others. he can't trust anything outside his family. and he needs his family to help him take away the memories of that night, to overwrite those memories so tim can strip away the guilt of touching himself to the feeling of a stranger's cock fucking into him.

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