#talia [out loud]: no idea what you mean

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Talia raises the ghost prince???

Talia was in mourning though she hid it well, she lost her son to the gothem knight, bruce. She knew it was what is best for damian but still she couldn't help but want her son back by her side.

Father wanted there to be guards around the Lazarus pit incase one of the gothem knights sought it out. It was ridiculous they had no interest in the pitts, but father was stubborn.

During one of her guarding changes, she couldnt help but think if this is the life damian would lead if he continued in the league of assasins, the though brought her pain, she didnt want that for her son.

While her thought clouded her mind briefly the thought were not enough to distract her from the Lazarus pit GLOWING that itself was cause for concern but then somethig CAME OUT OF THE PIT.

It was what looked like a todler, he had black and white hair mixed in an odd way, one eye was Lazarus green while the other a cold blue. He was in a plain white shirt with a green circle in the middle with black pants with blue stars, he was hilding a stuffed green dog, and had a flaming crown on above his head.

One of the guards got out of their shock first and stupidly decided to attack the child. Talia tried to stop him before he got close to the child that had a resemblance to her son.

Before talia could get to the child sitting on the pit, the Lazarus pit ITSELF interfeared, it shot out tenderals and wrapped around the stupid guard, the Lazarus pit squeezed the guard you could hear his bones snap, that it pulled the guard still screaming under the surfaces.

They'd never seen the Lazarus pit react to anything let alone something this extreme so talia was quick to tell one of the guards to get father immediately and tell him it has do with the Lazarus pit.

When she turned again she saw heard the child make a noise she didnt comprehend, that sounded like a whisper but was so loud and felt like drowning but lighter. Then the Lazarus pit MADE THE SAME SOUND!!!

The child seemed to understand what that ment. Then tenderals rose put of the pitt and looked like it'd wrap around the child but instead it pulled slowly away, the child chased it with a smile, this continued while they all came to the realisation that the pit was PLAYING with the child.

They all watched the child and pit play, until father, Ra al ghoul, enter the room. The pit seemed to pause before glowing once. Farther appeared shocked at what he walked in on but seemed to get put of it faster than they were. He approached the pit, and at first it didnt react. Then he must have goten too close bacause the pitt wrapped the tenderals around the child and pulled him back while the others went upfront of farther as a warning.

Father stopped and took a step back.

Then he sat down and asked the child.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here? What are you doing to the Lazarus pit!? And how are you doing it?"

The child poked its head away from the tenderals and looked at father. He looked to the pit and back at father before he said in the voice of a child.

" hi! I'm danny, and Lazarus it taking care of me!"

He looked back at father like that answered all the question in the world. The child, now called danny, and farther started to talk, though danny avoided answering the important questions. At some point talia sat down and started to talk with danny too.

Than another idiot guard thought trying to take danny away from the pit was a good idea. Without telling anyone what he was doing. The same fate as the first idiot guard happened again. This time father was there to witness it and was intrigued, he asked where they went, but the Lazarus pit seemed to have enough.

The pitt picked up danny gently before submerging danny in the water and returning to the previous state.

Father and talia talked about what danny could mean and what the Lazarus pit really was.

In the end it was decided that they would try to befriend danny and get answers out of him.

After the time with danny talia thought back to raising damian, how he never had that look of excitement and wonder, and decided that if she did see danny again, maybe she could have a son at her side.

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #dc x dp #danny fenton #dp x dc #talia al ghul #ra al ghul #lazarus pit #young danny #ghost prince danny

[legodamianwayne]

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

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

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

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

look at them goofing off n having fun

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

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

bruce in b&r: me and my son damian 🤗

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

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

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

STILL INSANE OVER THIS baby first self insert fanfic

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

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

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

you dont say bruce 🙄

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

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

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

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

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

HELL YEAH MY BOY CAN COOK

he's quoting alfred ohhh im gonna sob

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

aw he's making tea the way alfred did

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

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

[GLASS SHATTERING SOUND]

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

ik damian got expelled from gotham academy BUT. WHY

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

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

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

THE ROBIN MOBILEEE it looks so ridiculous i love it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bonus bestie corner

#damian wayne #bruce wayne #batman and robin 2023 #FINALLY tumblr keeps posting it while im editing it but its done yippee #this is inspired by makeste bnh/a liveblogs! i remember how much fun it was reading them that i wanna try it with b&r #tho i dont think i could ever write as much for a single issue... #still figuring out how i want to do this

[arabian-batboy]

I know you mentioned wanting to talk about damian earlier so what is your ideal direction for damians character? Assume you can retcon out details of Canon events

I think I talked about this a lot on my blog here and there, but Its not like I have ONE very detailed direction for his character and honestly I'm starting to try my hardest to not think about what we could have, because I know it will probably never happen and I would just make myself sad.

As for what I want, it depends if you mean from this point-on or if I could just go back in time to a certain point since Lazarus Planet is still going and I have a feeling it will fuck up do a lot of changes to Damian, so we will have to wait to see what happens. Either ways, I personally just want everything that happened since 2016 to be undone, I don't care how, just erase it all and lets pretend like the last issue of R:SoB was just released and lets start from there.

You know what's funny, even though Damian's fanbase is extremely diverse, almost all of us have been asking for only one of two things for so many years now, which are either A) bring back Maya & Suren and have Damian form a team with them B) have Damian be forever trapped as Jon's partner in a Super Sons comic that doesn't end (which I’m obviously not here for.)

That's it, there are really no huge amount of Damian's fans who are asking for anything else, yet DC keeps doing stories that no asked for that are always forgotten about after they end. Not only have they completely discarded point A, but they actually even have the balls to semi-discard point B, which I’m actually glad about don’t get me wrong, but I’m just surprised considering how feral and loud SS’s fans are, so if THEY can’t have what they want, I’m afraid no Damian’s fan can wish for anything, even though again, we're easy to please and what we want done with his character is clear as the day (we’re are not asking for much either)

Now if I was like the CEO of DC, I will just be an asshole who ignores continuity and have Damian deaged to like maybe 11/12 years old, put him back in his classic costume and have him return to Gotham as its official Robin, who actually has a personal/civilian life and regular interaction with all Batman's related characters (the fact that the last time time he had proper one-on-one interaction with any of the Batgirls was in the 00's decade is ridiculous, especially when one of them is his literal sister)

I would have Talia taking a small amount of members from the LOS who were always more loyal to her goals and means than her father's to form her own small spy organization that focuses on saving the Earth in ways other than killing a lot of people, similar to how Talia destroyed Lex Luthor Crop during her spy era, so maybe we will see her going undercover in corporations that commit a lot of pollution and making them go bankrupt or something similar?

Maya, Suren and Goliath would be living with her, however they wouldn't really be involved in her spy work (except maybe Maya, whose stealth powers can come in handy) instead they, along with Damian who will occasionally leave Gotham to team-up with them, will play a more action-based role.

So it will be 3 books, a Talia's book about her doing spy work, a Damian's book about him being Gotham's Robin and a team-up book with him and his friends going on adventures, which I have plenty of ideas for.

From expanding on Maya's backstory and doing something with the plot-line about her mother that Gleason didn't get to write, to a story about the Darga tribe who have been teased for a while now without anything coming from it and their connection/rivalry to the Al Ghul family (maybe even have a story about Suren betraying his friends for his family before double crossing them and declaring his friends to be his real new family) and the Year of Blood's storyline is a treasure trove that can be used as basis for newer stories. For instance, a lot of the artifacts that Damian stole seem to have some kind of power/magical properties to them, so I wouldn't mind seeing a story about a villain getting their hands on them to use them for evil and our team retrieving those items from them.

And I love the character of Ruh, if they don't plan on reviving Ra's, I wouldn't mind her leading the rest of the League that Talia didn't take (lets be real, DC will never fully disband the League) and maybe Talia + the kids will act as a throne in her throat by always beating her to any newly discovered Lazarus Pit and destroying it before her League reach them (I feel like I would be able to come up with more stories after LP ends)

I have so many ideas in my brain its ridiculous, but like I said at the beginning, I know none of them would ever happen, since all of them require Talia and Damian to not be demonized and to be written as main-characters, which 90% of DC's writers are not interested in doing, so it would be better to just forget about them.

#instead lets mentally prepare ourselves for a 47th story about Damian's character being reset and Talia continuing to be an evil mother #Damian Wayne #Talia al Ghul #Maya Ducard #Suren Darga

[shows-i-like]

I saw people say if they were to make edits to RTC this is what they would do so i'm gonna do it.

Non song changes

. Ricky will only be played by a disabled actor and treated correctly

. Ricky will also use a wheel chair

. Bring back the cut lines

. lots of props (I love costume changes and props)

Uranium suite

. Can it show Ocean's pov on the ride in the back

. During the first part of uranium suite it shows photos of uranium

. Most of the formations will somewhat reflect where their bodies were after the coster crashed

. use the turn table on the "round and round" part

. The singing will be normal but dance wise (once they're dead) some will be off count

What the world needs

. I saw someone else say this but they reflect what Ocean is saying

. it looks like high school musical

Like Noel and Mischa have those like varsity jackets, Jane and Constance have pompoms, and Ricky has a mascot head

. they can also have mega phones and flags that say "go Ocean" on it (this happens during the verses when she's talking about Mischa,Constance,and Ricky

. but we can keep the faces of Ocean for the chorus

. As Ocean starts to talk more about them they start to show discomfort (but Constance and Jane)

Noel's lament

. Ocean Jane and Constance costume change (think NXDE by (g)-idle)

. Misha wears a trenchcoat with the collar up maybe a fake sticker on a lipstick mark on his neck

. Please lots a lot of props (like the McCarter version)

. Can we get a knife prop when pulling it out and putting it back there can be a thing attached to Noel's leg to hold the knife (this that one Yzma meme)

. the loud-ish BAM BAM during the instrumental part the others can stomp during that part (it looks nice in my head)

. Can we keep the child line (just tone it down)

. When the slower part of the song hits the rest are dancing but like in slow motion to the back part of the stage (by slower part I mean the rolling on the floor part)

. during the second half of the slower part (aka where Noel starts to sing again) they cast can be lined up in the back and the lights can be bright enough that it shows their silhouettes and they're in the poses they've been doing throughout the number it changes after every time they sing

. For the "my child" line Ricky can very quickly put on a robe and priest hat for the scene then go back to normal

. use some ideas from the cell block tango chorography

. fog...

This song is awesome

. I don't really have many changes for this song

. I think it's good how the original is

Talia

. I'm a sucker for the code name theory so yeah 🤪

. In the back the projections of Talia slightly switches her and Noel but as the song progresses the more it starts to switch

. Please blackrose and spacedolls dances in the back

. As the switching happens maybe Ocean can be the only one to really show that she notices it (I feel like she's the only one who seems like the person to notice)

. During the hip hop section each of them start to leave the stage at different sections leading to the next note

. rainbow lights at the hip hop part

. You know the thing that Mischa and Talia do at the end yeah. Replace it with Nole but like the rest of the stage is blacked out so your focus is on them. It kinda shows the progress of the song

. At the end so it makes sense the background projections of "Talia" would just by the basic field one it's Mischa's and Noel's part at the end

Space age bachelor man

. Ricky can use ASL

. He can do spinning things in his wheelchair

. Can it show projections of what Zolar looks like

. can Mischa "play" the guitar during the instrumental part then the rest of the choreography with Noel is the same

. The rest is fine

. Towards the end when they're doing the "zero gravity" part they're all in a line and Ricky does a duet with each of them

. can we keep the cat fight scene (seen in the 2015 production)

The ballad of Jane Doe

. I like the first part that can stay

. But right before the music changes all of them are in the rollercoaster formation then during the "WHY LORD" part then she starts to fly out of the formation

. I saw someone make a concept for this but can the girls have hats with like a piece of transparent fabric covering their eyes

. fog...

. I saw the Ohio production do this but please lights on the "WHY LORD" parts

. I saw the McCarter production do this but add the scream at the "ahh ahh" part if you know what I mean

. at the "and she's asking WHY LORD" do what the McCarter production did and have them sound like they're somewhat screaming

. at the end Jane can fade into the background and the dings at the end can have each of the choir members come forward so when they say "Jane Doe" it's just the choir without Jane

Sugar cloud

. Nothing needs to change about sugar cloud, sugar cloud is perfect

It's just a ride

. I like it as a whole

. But I want to add towards the end before they get back into the rollercoaster formation they see what their lives would be like if they didn't die on screen (I need angst)

. After the curtains close it shows Ocean's pov on the cyclone again (I also like the time loop theory BTW)

Uh yeah 🤪

#rtc #ride the cyclone musical #nischa #ocean oconnell rosenberg #penny rtc #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #blackrose #ricky potts #mischa x noel

[timkonshipper]

Random idea

A random idea just popped in my head so have the outline

Bruce returns home from a work meeting only to find the family living room taped up into sections. Each of his kids are occupying a section and have set up booths. They even have banners, flyers, and are those badges?

He spots Alfred watching the scene with a slight uptick of his smile, but he's no help in figuring out whats going on. He just tells Bruce to ask them himself.

Working up the courage to ask what mess the kids have gotten involved this time, he clears his throat and asks them. The room stills - quite a stark contrast to the chaotic and extremely loud state it was in.

Eventually the explain to him that during a random discussion, they came upon the topic of his love life. Everyone had a different answer and the fight got so agressive that Alfred(betrayal) suggested setting up an expo of sorts. They were waiting for him to get home so they could wrangle him to each of their sides. Whoever he agreed with was would be the winner and would win bragging rights as well as a full batch of alfred's cookies.

Exasperated but curious about the whole thing, he set down his briefcase and started looking around.

First he stopped at Dick's tacky booth filled with cat photos and various cat themed accessories. That was kinda expected to be honest. As the first robin he had faced the brunt of when he and selina were continuously on and off. But he had to crush the boys hopes and remind him that selina was in a happy relationship with harleen and pamela.

From there he visited Jason's stall. Given his second eldest's hero worship of diana, it was obvious thats who his choice was. His son seemed to know that the ship wasn't actually plausible and had probably just taken the opportunity to express his awe for the heroine.

He had expected better from tim. Honestly, the riddler? Bruce expressed his opinions as such but after listening to Tim's arguments, even he had been persuaded. He had to actually pinch himself to remember that there was nothing between him and nygma.

He quickly walked to damian's booth only to find the whole thing covered in pictures of talia and damian himself. While he had left the league of assassins, the boy still held love for talia - she was his mother afterall. His main argument was that they already had a child together. Bruce just smiled to himself and went to check out stephanie's.

He simply sighed upon seeing her area covered with a certain red haired woman. He quickly shut her down and expressed that it had been a casual one night stand with vicki vale and nothing more.

Going over to duke's area, he was surprised to find it was promoting superbat and pictures of his best friend(heavens forbid clark ever hear him say that). Putting on an exasperated smile he told Duke that they were teammates and even though clark was one of his closest friends, there was nothing between them.

At the end, all the kids were sad to realise that none of them had suceeded. However, superbutler alfred stepped in to tell them about master bruce's secret crush.

"I was hoping one of you may uncover this on your own, but I suppose that's not possible. master bruce went to the same boarding school as oliver queen and harbored quite the feelings for him. it was a shame nothing came out of it. But judging by master bruce's flushed face, I believe I am the winner meaning all of you will get my cookies "

excuse the grammar and bad spelling. i just wanted to get this out of my head.

#batfam #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #bruce wayne's love life #tim drake #duke thomas #stephanie brown #damian wayne #jason peter todd #dick grayson

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Beneath the Wreckage (part 4)

Chapter Four: Some Things Never Change // Masterlist

The Russian sisters watched the brunette move gracefully through the lab, switching between microscopes with unbreakable focus. It had been two days, and Arina had barely left the lab. Natasha and Yelena checked in every few hours, but they mostly left Arina alone to concentrate. They had no idea what replicating the counteragent would entail, but they had complete trust in Arina’s capabilities. 

Arina abruptly picked her head up from the microscope and looked at the Russian duo with a blank expression, saying nothing. Natasha quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Everything okay?” Natasha’s tone was dubious. Arina only hummed and turned around, rapidly tapping keys on the keyboard. A few machines in the lab whirred to life as Arina turned back around to face Natasha and Yelena.

“The counteragent will be done in a few hours. I’m going to take a nap. Goodbye,” Arina said with a small smile before leaving the room.

After the door to the lab closed, Yelena said, “Are we sure she isn’t a robot? She is very strange.”

“I’m fairly certain that she’s human. She’s always acted weird at times, though,” Natasha replied.

“Whatever. We got the counteragent, that’s all that matters.” Natasha didn’t respond, so Yelena continued. “Or maybe it’s not all that matters? You should go talk to her.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’ve tried to talk, and each time it just ends in a fight.”

“The Red Dust is almost done. Once it is, we’ll be leaving here. Leaving her. Do you really want to leave without crossing your eyes?”

“What? Crossing my eyes?” Natasha furrowed her eyebrows at her younger sister.

“Yeah, the saying. The one about crossing your eyes? It means to finish what you started, or something like that,” Yelena said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh my god, you mean ‘dot your I's and cross your T's’? That saying?”

“Oh, right. Yeah, that’s what I meant.” Natasha laughed at the blonde and shook her head. It gave her hope to find lighthearted moments like these in the midst of their heavy reality.

~

Arina emerged from her bedroom exactly four hours later. She gave a quick wave to Natasha and Yelena as she crossed through the living room on the way to the lab, but she said nothing. Natasha and Yelena glanced at each other and shrugged before getting up to follow her.

When they got to the lab, Arina opened up a large machine to reveal what looked like hundreds of red vials.

“Holy shit,” Yelena murmured.

“Will this be enough ‘Dust’ or whatever?” Arina’s face was completely serious, and Natasha scoffed in response.

“Yeah, I think this’ll cut it. When you offered to recreate the counteragent, I didn’t realize that you meant large-scale manufacturing. This is amazing, Aria. Thank you,” Natasha said with a small smile.

“It was no problem, I’m always happy to help my two favorite assassins.”

“But I am your favorite assassin, of course,” Yelena said.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Yelena,” Natasha said with a serious pout. Arina laughed at their dramatics.

“No, no. Tell her, Aria. Tell her I’m your favorite.”

“I can’t comment on that, Lena. But Talia has the advantage here, ‘cause I never fucked you in a-”

“Okay! That’s enough banter for tonight. Let’s go make some dinner,” Natasha said, cutting Arina off. Arina’s eyes widened before a sheepish smile spread across her lips as she processed what she had just said out loud.

“I did not need to hear that. That is disgusting,” Yelena said with a grimace.

“It was a fair point, though,” Arina argued.

“That does not mean that I want to hear about you fucking my sister!”

“We really don’t need to discuss this. Can we please just go make dinner?” Both girls turned their attention to Natasha, whose face had turned a brilliant shade of red.

“Yes, let’s make dinner,” Yelena said as she left the lab.

“Sorry. Sometimes I’m not the best at filtering what I say,” Arina said to Natasha.

“Yeah, I remember. It used to get you in a lot of trouble.”

“We had some fun times, though.”

“Yeah, we did,” Natasha whispered. 

Natasha and Arina left the lab with soft smiles on each of their faces, reminiscing about the simpler times. Even if they were stuck in hell, at least they had been trapped there together.

~

Natasha and Arina paced around the kitchen. Yelena was asleep on the couch, and they had stumbled into a conversation about Natasha and Yelena’s plans.

“That’s insane, Arina. I can’t ask you to do that,” Natasha said, exasperated.

“You’re not asking me, Natasha. I’m offering. I want to help.”

“You got out of this life. I don’t want you getting caught up in it again.”

“You don’t get to decide what path I go down. I’m not ‘out of this life,’ Talia. I spend most of my time hunting down Madame B. There’s already a target on my back. No harm is going to come from helping you and Lena free the Widows.”

“And what if you get killed?! What am I supposed to do then, huh?” Natasha snapped.

“If I get killed, it will have been long overdue. I wasn’t raised to live a long life; I was raised to kill until the day I die. That’s the reality. You would be okay without me, but you don’t have to worry about it because I am good at what I do. Just let me help you, Talia.”

“Fine,” Natasha sighed. “Yeah, okay. We’ll make a plan and leave in a few days. And for the record, I wouldn't be okay without you.”

~

“Here’s the deal. We need to be extremely careful. There are still a few Red Room officials out there, and they’ve got us in their scopes. Our first priority is freeing the Widows. After that, we’ll take care of the Red Room officials. Dreykov is dead. Madame B is still out there, along with a few other trainers. Most have been terminated by various organizations since we brought down the Red Room, but there are still a few loose ends that need to be taken care of.” Natasha inserted a drive into the computer and scrolled through a database of names, most of which had been crossed off. “These are the names we got from Dreykov’s office. We’ve freed most of the Widows, but there are still 137 under control. They’re all over the globe, so we need to figure out how to get to all of them.”

“Well, we could go around Europe before heading into Africa. Like a world tour,” Yelena suggested with a shrug.

“That could work, but it would take forever,” Natasha said.

“Wait, who’s controlling the Widows right now?” Arina questioned with furrowed eyebrows. Unless she was missing something, there was a very obvious solution to this.

“Nobody, we’re the only ones with access to that because we blew up Dreykov’s office. Why?”

“Well, then why don’t we just order them to come to us? Then we can free them all at once without having to go on a world tour,” Arina stated plainly.

“You honestly think that the three of us could fend off 137 Widows? We’d be killed before we had the chance to break any of the vials,” Natasha replied.

“We don’t have to do it all at once. We can send out the order in three or four groups, and we’ll have plenty of time to prepare. We’d have the home-field advantage.” It was quiet for a few moments as they thought over the suggestion.

“Huh,” Yelena said. “Why didn’t we think of that?”

“Oh, please. We all know that I’ve always been the brains of the operation,” Arina quipped with a smug grin.

“Don’t kid yourself, Aria. If I let you lead missions, we’d all be dead by now,” Natasha joked. “I’m obviously the mastermind out of the three of us.”

“What about me?”

“That’s funny, Lena,” Arina said.

“What? I can be a good leader!”

“I’m sure you can, but to us, you’re still a six-year-old girl who always wanted to go find ‘forest stars,” Natasha said.

“Oh god, I remember that. You used to beg us every night to take you outside to see them,” Arina recalled. It was bittersweet thinking about these things; each seemingly happy had negative undertones. They could never take Yelena outside to see the fireflies because they were locked inside the Red Room. They never let Yelena lead on missions because they were too busy trying to protect her, constantly shielding her with themselves, just as Natasha had done in Ohio.

“So we’re really going to do this?”

“What choice do we have?”

“They deserve a chance at freedom, and we’ll make sure they get it. But for now, we need to rest up and set some booby traps,” Arina said as she wiggled her eyebrows. She had always loved setting booby traps and playing pranks.

“Some things never change,” Natasha said with a smirk, referring to Arina’s childlike antics.

“And I hope some things never do,” Yelena added with a small, genuine smile.

#natasha romanoff #yelena belova #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x oc #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff smut

[rachelbee100]

So…. Do you think this UC assignment will trigger an actual relationship between Tim & Lucy?

I am struggling with the whole “secret” aspect of that idea. To me, having a secret relationship is out of character for both of them.

Yes, I know that Lucy/Nolan were “secret” back in Season 1, but I would think that would deter her from doing again. Having “secret relationships” is not a habit she should want to form.

And with Tim being so rules focused, I think he would really struggle with that.

I think the UC assignment churns up serious what if questions and ignites their desire for one another, which leads to awkwardness and wanting, sidelong glances, etc. such that whatever causes Tim to get hurt retriggers him wanting to be with Lucy FT/out loud.

How do you feel about all that and what do you a) want to see happen vs b) what do you think will happen with them?

Thank you for the (very thought-provoking) ask! I’ve been thinking about it all day.

I think you could argue that Tim and Lucy have been in a secret relationship since their encounter with Isabel in the very first episode. Not a romantic relationship at that point, certainly. But I think there were tons of moments neither of them ever told anyone else about. Think of the look of surprise between Angela and Talia when Lucy revealed she knew about Isabel in 1x5. They’ve always had something only they know about, separate from their relationships with everyone else. Then there’s the bigger things, like him inviting her to spend the night at his place (and that moment in his living room), and the way she comforted him about his father (I’m guessing their friends don’t even know she’s met his sister). How Lucy finally ended up being Tim’s aide. The audiobooks. When Lucy seduced Tim with a backstory.

Somehow they became the people who knew each other best (when Tim knew Lucy wasn’t really okay; when Lucy always knows how to support Tim). And yet they’ve always managed to keep that kind of hidden: (except for Nyla, Jackson, and I suspect Nolan, who have all seen feral!Tim firsthand, and Grey who is just all-knowing) everyone thinks Tim is just protective of Lucy because he was her TO (I guess?), and they assume Lucy gets Tim because of her psychology background.

So that’s what we see. Now, my theory is based on the idea that Lucy and Tim would never divulge their feelings to anyone, so, apart from dream sequences and maybe a trip to Jackson’s grave or talking to Kojo (all of which seem pretty melodramatic), they couldn’t tell us clearly where they’re at.  But that doesn’t necessarily mean they aren’t totally on the same page after the kiss (I like you, you like me, and we *will* end up together). (Side note: the show I’ve seen this style in most clearly is La Reina del Flow, where they had to introduce a therapist character just to give an excuse for the heroine to reveal her feelings for the hero because otherwise it would have taken 45 episodes for us to find out.)

So I think they’ve probably already broken up with their insignificant others (honestly I imagine Lucy dumped Chris on Mother’s Day). I think they know they will be together, and it’s only a question of when. Will they hold off on everything until she’s promoted to detective? Or will they allow themselves to be together before then but keep it a secret? Given their chemistry, I’m going to bet on the latter. Especially because I don’t think they’ll be able to put the genie back in the bottle after getting to be affectionate undercover.

Now here’s where it gets dicey. You say a secret relationship would be out of character for both of them, but I disagree. 

Lucy loves UC (and her hot-for-Tim characters), and so I think sneaking around with Tim would be kind of exhilarating for her. And Tim feels like a kid around Lucy (think about the pranks and bets), so I can see him enjoying it too. The issue is, because he feels like a kid around Lucy, I worry he might conclude that means it’s immature and therefore not serious. And if he feels that way I imagine he’d be very sensitive to the fact that she’s never been in a serious romantic relationship before (which I imagine Chris might bitterly divulge at some point, or even Nolan, thinking he’s helping), and he could suffer some real doubt. To me, this is the main issue they will have to work through.

Oh and if Tim rescues Lucy again, that could be very tough too. He was so uncomfortable about her saying he saved her from the barrel, and I think he would suspect any feelings she had toward him were simply displacement. So here’s hoping Lucy will be the one rescuing Tim instead.

I don’t see undercover work as an issue because I think Lucy will decide it’s not really for her and also that she’s too high profile for it to be a good idea. And let’s face it, roleplaying with Tim will be a hell of a lot more satisfying, and you know he’ll be down. In the words of Nova, I think they’ll have fun 😉

So I hope that answers your questions. I acknowledge there’s a possibility I’m totally wrong about where they are on their feelings realization, and if that’s the case I’ll be pretty bummed. And if they cheat I’ll be more than a little disappointed. But we’ll have to see, no use borrowing trouble.

#chenford #tim x lucy #the rookie

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@gooberdude101 in reference to this :]

ok so looking at this score it seems to have a lot of different aspects that ppl would take care of (i also listened to the song just for this)

in general i feel like they teach him his line thru piano and thru noel doing everything in his power to sing below his range LMFAO [noel and mischa sit together at the piano and noel tries to keep mischas attention and teach mischa his part but mischa continuously gets distracted for various reasons]

first off i feel like constance would try to handle the basics here. “what’s with the b’s on the side???” is a question only constance has the patience for (but he would get it pretty easily)(AND talia has 5 flats so he can cope. hate him for that)

i think constance would explain it in very simple terms since its not very relevant to how he sounds (since they play the piano to teach him his notes) so she would just be all like “that basically tells the musician what the notes sound like specifically :)"

this rhythm is a little strange if u have no idea how to sightread. ricky acknowledges this. i feel like ricky would play it on both the piano (u do not need to know piano for rhythm dont fret) and on the tamborine . he is very proud of mischa for figuring it out :]

alternatively, constance has less of a rush and uses takadimi (have u ever used takadimi??? literally SO good for learning how to read rhythm i love it) to teach mischa. however it only raises more questions bc mischa does not understand at first why theyre using takadimi and not the words

TO ADD ONTO THAT. before they started using solely noel and the piano they tried to teach him the solfege but he was just confused as to why the words changed. “what do you MEAN la la la sol la la fa fa re. IT SAYS I SING BECAUSE IM HAPPY.” (im really bad at solfege. praying thats correct💀💀💀)

mischa understands that hes on the line furthest to the bottom. thats easy to remember and he remembers the notes :] he does get a little pissed at all his monotone note repeats tho (to the amusement of constance, an alto)

THIS PART. ricky and constance already explained rhythm so he understands that. but everything else is SOO CONFUSING. a natural note. a bunch of rests. a bunch of accents on like every note. why the fuck is it calling him “mf?????”

since its unis, they dont mind as much bc noel sings hella loud and dramatically, but they really just play it for him on the piano til it makes sense💀 penny TRIED to explain the natural to him but he was too far gone to understand

for the accents, they all just told him to “start quiet and end loud” to which he was like ??FOR EACH ONE and they were like “u can figure it out” (he can)(Sorta.)

penny and noel find the mf confusion so amusing but constance feels bad so she just tells him to be medium-loud😭

FOR THE FIRST CODA ricky just signs smth like ‘ur just doing it again’ and it makes sense to mischa!!!

(SORRY IM TOO LAZY TO GET A SCORE THATS NOT ANNOTATED. LMFAOOOOO)

This part.

i think noel would take the reins in teaching him since its not reallyyyyy that complicated. he knows his notes and just has to get his timing right

i feel like mischa has a really bad problem w getting crazy distracted and zoning out while singing which is not good for this part!!! so noel has to tap his arm while they sing it to prepare him for his part

lots of “but why do i have to wait so long” followed by exasperated sighs and resigned explanations followed further by “oh ok but why do i do it twice :)”

TAKES THE LONGEST FOR HIM TO UNDERSTAND. the time crunch does NOT help noels reaction to mischas complete blanks All The Time

[^ mischa during any confusing part]

thats all i got!!!!! i think it would take up like 5 days or so to teach him everything and another like. 4 for him to remember all his parts so INSANE TIME CRUNCH LMFAOOOOOO very silly idea that i am in love with please send the fic when ur done!!!!! 💛 :]

#did not proofread this i got lazy #so if theres any mistakes i apologize #but theres my main things :3

[pagesfromthevoid]

pls don’t break Adrian and bat girl up lol

A Fucking Duck | a.c. | 7

Adrian Chase x Bat!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Language. Alcohol mention.

Author’s Note: For reference, when I refer to Bruce Wayne I mean Ben Affleck but when I refer to Talia, I’m referring to the one from The Dark Knight. And when I mention anyone else, it’s comic related. Woops

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“Did you ever plan on telling me you were Vigilante?” She asked, rubbing her wrists as she looked over the rope burns.

The ride back to their base of operations had been silent, aside from Murn briefing them on the next task. Everyone seemingly felt the tension between her and Adrian, who had been looking anywhere but her the entire time. But her eyes had remained fixed on him the entire time. Even Peacemaker, who had a comment for everything, had kept his mouth shut. So when they returned to the movie store, and everyone rushed as far from the two as they could, she was about ready to burst.

“Well?” She asked when he didn’t respond, keeping his eyes down. “Don’t be a pussy now, Adrian —“

“Shhhh!” He quickly covered her mouth, pulling her into the nearest empty space with a door. It happened to be a closet. “You can’t —they don’t know! You shouldn’t know! Even Peacemaker didn’t know!”

She slapped his hand away from her mouth. “So you weren’t ever gonna tell me, then.”

Adrian groaned, yanking his mask off now that it was just the two of them. She looked around a moment, then took off her own. It was just them now; secret identities out the window. She started fumbling for some sort of light, before she settled on turning her phone flash light on. Adrian was pressed against the wall, as if he was trying to hide from her. But it was still just him under that mask; and she had to remind herself that this wasn’t the awkward, sweet guy she was seeing. This was her enemy, who for the better part of three months, had been fighting her tooth and nail.

“I…I mean, maybe one day. If we got super serious. Like married serious. But honestly why would you ever wanna marry me? Like marriage is a weird social construct and I’m not really interested in it. Because then kids are involved and taxes. But maybe I am if it was like you and me but —“

“Dude what the fuck —“

Adrian banged his head against the wall, a loud thud cutting her off, and closed his eyes. She stared at him, the dim light from her phone barely lighting up his face. He seemed to be having a hard time but she was still so mad.

“Were you going to tell me you were Crossfire?” He asked suddenly, eyes opening wide as he pointed at her. “I bet you weren’t —“

She was caught off guard, but reminded herself that she had also lied to him. But she…she shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know how you didn’t figure it out sooner,” she started. “Like, what are the odds that I moved here and at the exact same time Crossfire showed up?” Adrian opened his mouth but closed it. Oh. But she nodded finally. “I would have told you sooner rather than later. Probably long before the idea of marriage too; I was kinda wanting to tell you every time you asked me about being a spy.”

He stared down at her, frowning deeply as he realized she trusted him far more than he had trusted her. Adrian briefly wondered why he never wanted to tell her he was Vigilante; maybe he was worried she’d be afraid of him. But she had made an excellent point that it was so glaringly obvious who she was now that he had it set out in front of him.

“I was kind of right about you being a spy,” he pointed out. “You were being a sneaky superhero.”

She finally let out a laugh; it was weak. Shaky, but it was a laugh. And that made that tightness that Adrian felt with her come back. That had to be a good sign, right? She was laughing. She wasn’t mad anymore. But he watched her as she looked down at his foot, and now that smile faltered. He followed her gaze and frowned at the sight of his bloody toe.

“How’s your foot?” She asked, leaning back as she tried to roll away from the topic of their identities. They could —would get back to that.

“Oh,” he made a face like he was realizing it was even hurt. Then he shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“Your toe got cut half off and you’re…fine?”

He nodded some, holding out his foot. “Yeah, I have a really high pain tolerance —“

“You were screaming earlier —“

“No, like the after pain stuff. Shit hurts when it happens but after…,” he shrugged again. She simply stared at him in disbelief. Adrian continued, patting himself down before he pulled out his glasses. “I don’t know, it doesn’t hurt right now. Maybe it’s shock or something.”

She just shook her head and looked down. Adrian finally stepped towards her, and was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t step away. He took that as a good sign too, as she looked up at him. It was a bit surreal, standing in a broom closet in his Vigilante uniform and no mask; looking down at his girlfriend who dawned her own superhero uniform, mask in hand like he held his.

Adrian could forgive her for everything. After all, he knew his methods were a bit extreme but he was right to use them. But he could forgive the shooting, and fighting. He could forgive that she was trying to arrest him. Truthfully, knowing it was her this entire time now made it even hotter than it was before. But looking down at her, he could tell she seemed to be unsure; her brow was furrowed as she looked at her feet. That’s how he knew she was trying to figure something out.

“Are we going to be okay?” He asked quietly, taking another half step toward her. The space between them was closing in, and he could feel her warmth radiating off her. He wanted to touch her. “It’s okay if we’re not. We can just go back to being Crossfire and Vigilante, who fight and sometimes have sex —“

“No, we couldn’t,” she quickly interrupted, shaking head her. “We couldn’t go back to being separate from our alter egos, Adrian. You know that.”

He did. And he knew he wouldn’t have wanted that. But he had kinda hoped she would be willing to, even if they broke up. “I know.”

There was a long pause, and silence filled the space as the tension rose again. Were they okay? They could be, she supposed. It only seemed fitting that she was part of the Wayne family, who seemingly had a type. After all, Bruce had a kid with Talia, who was objectionably worse than Adrian. She was also certain he’d slept with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn at some point; though who wouldn’t? But he married Selina —who was less terrible but was still a criminal for a while.

Analyzing her adopted father’s taste in women only seemed to make her realize that they both had questionable taste in partners.

Regardless, though. It’s not like she was going to fix Adrian; he wasn’t…broken. She liked who he was outside the suit, after all. All his quirks and comments and mannerisms, she adored them. It’s just…inside the suit, he was…a lot. And had tried to kill her. Several times.

A sudden banging on the door made her jump, and Adrian pushed back against the wall away from her as the door opened; his mask back in his hand as he pulled it over his face. Peacemaker stood there, looking between them.

“Kinda thought you two would be going at it by now.”

She stared at him for a moment. “Why the fuck would you open the door then?”

“Mostly to show dye beard that I was right —“

“About fucking what?”

“That the dick is so good, it doesn’t matter that he’s kinda,” Peacemaker circled a finger around his temple, making a whistling sound to indicate Adrian was crazy.

She opened her mouth to argue but Adrian laughed, genuinely, as Peacemaker made fun of him. Her attention shifted to him now, frowning deeply as he stepped out of the closet. Peacemaker stepped aside as she followed suit, watching as Adrian’s behavior seemingly shifted entirely. It was like Adrian was gone and Vigilante simply replaced him when the mask was on.

“Oh man. We were about to get there but —“

“No we fucking weren’t —“

He just laughed as Peacemaker clapped him on the back though.

She stood and watched as the two interacted. “I’m going home,” she finally decided, nodding with a deep breath. Adrian turned and looked at her through his visor. “I can’t have this conversation with…” She paused, motioning to the mask. “Vigilante.”

“But —“

She was pushing through the two men before he could argue, her mask back on as she slipped out the door of the store. Adrian didn’t know how to explain the feeling in his stomach, that spread up to his chest and into his throat. It wasn’t the same tightness he felt when he felt good, though. It kind of hurt.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking her,” Peacemaker said, shaking his head. “Good for you dude.”

Adrian, however, suddenly realized that they might not be together anymore.

*****

“Why do the Wayne’s have shit taste in partners?”

“Excuse me?” Bruce asked on the other end of the phone.

“Not Selina,” she continued, though her voice was a bit slurred as she looked over the bottle of gin in her hand. “She’s cool. But like —have you fucked Harley? Or like, Talia. She’s terrifying dude. Like no wonder Damien is so creepy —“

“Are you drunk?” He asked, voice laced with frustration.

“Listen,” she slurred once again. “Listen. My boyfriend —you know that I have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, the bus boy. You told Dick, and he told me —“

“Okay, okay,” she interrupted, sitting up some. “Bruce, tell me the truth. Why do we have such shit taste in people?”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. What’s wrong with him?”

She scoffed, taking a swig from her bottle. It burned as it went down, and she sucked in a breath to relieve it. “He’s just…he’s…” Even drunk, she didn’t want to give up Adrian’s identity to Bruce. That would be wrong, wouldn’t it? She couldn’t do that to him. “He’s a dick, that’s all. And fucking weird. Like maybe a bit crazy weird, ya feel?”

“Are you asking me for advice or are you just complaining?”

She considered options. “…Both?”

Bruce sighed, and she could picture him punching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. It’s what he did whenever one of his many children annoyed him. “You don’t typically get boyfriends. I’ve known you for years. So if you actually…like this guy, maybe you’re just mad that you’re opening up and he’s not. Is that the issue?”

She almost laughed. “Fucking kind of, actually.”

“Okay, well, have you talked to him about that?”

“I tried to but uh,” how could she phrase this? “It’s like he’s two people. Like sometimes he’s this goofy, sweet guy but then sometimes he’s this overconfident dick who can’t read a room. Actually he can’t. He can’t read a room even when he’s not being the other guy.”

That seemed accurate, right? Right. That’s what Adrian was. Two people in one place, depending on the mask.

“I can’t offer you any more advice other than to talk to him.”

“That’s not as easy as —“

The sound of shattering glass made her jump, and she knocked over the bottle of gin, spilling it everywhere.

“Fuck me,” she snapped.

“Are you okay? Was that glass breaking?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m fine. I’ll call you back in a bit.”

She hung up the phone, standing on wobbly legs as she grabbed the bottle by its neck. It would have to be her weapon tonight as she crept towards her bedroom, where the glass breaking had come from. Being drunk and having to fight intruders was certainly not her favorite past time but she supposed this was what she got for letting her guard down tonight. Her foot caught the bottom of the door as she pushed it open slightly, seeing a shadowy figure in the dark.

“You picked the wrong woman to fuck with,” she announced as she shoved the door open and swung the bottle at the figure.

“No, no, no, it’s me!”

Though it was too late as the bottle collided with Adrian’s arm, causing him to yell out as she hit him. She dropped the bottle and switched her light on, frowning deeply.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I was throwing rocks at your window but then I accidentally broke it so I-I figured I’d climb up here and make sure I didn’t get glass all over you or something. I don’t know; you weren’t responding to my texts.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re mad at me,” he explained, putting his hands up. That boyish charm of his was back, but she couldn’t fall for it this time. And I don’t want you to be mad at me. You left and I felt like someone was stabbing me and I know what being stabbed feels like so it fucking sucked —“

“Adrian,” she snapped, looking at him with annoyance. “I am…I am too drunk for this shit.”

“Oh.”

She ran her hands over her face, taking a moment to consider her words. “Fuck me, dude. I need to call Bruce back —“

“Is that why you weren’t texting me back?”

“I wasn’t texting you back because you’re an asshole.”

“Oh.”

“I can’t believe you broke my fucking window, dude,” she groaned as she left her bedroom. Adrian trailed after her, frowning deeply.

“It was an accident. I thought it was romantic; I’ve seen it in movies. When the girl is mad at the guy and he shows up and does this romantic gesture —“

“This isn’t a movie,” she snapped at him, turning on her heel to face him. “This is my fucking life, Adrian. And…and I’m mad because I was so close to being able to accept that maybe…maybe I can be with you, Vigilante and all —and then you and fucking Smith got weird about it. You were completely different.”

Adrian stared at her for a long time, frowning as he thought back to what happened earlier. So she wasn’t mad before they came out of the closet, but she was mad after. That…that checked out, honestly.

“I…I was just…Chris, he’s my best friend and I was excited he was excited for me because he doesn’t usually care.”

“He’s an asshole towards you, and he called you crazy —“

“I mean, I definitely am a little crazy —“

“That’s not the fucking point,” she argued, dropping onto her couch and laying down on. Adrian sat on her coffee table.

“What…what is the point, then?”

She stared at her ceiling for a long time, wondering herself what the point was.

“The point,” she decided, taking a moment. “The point is that you can’t act like two different people with me. Either you’re Adrian Chase, or you’re Vigilante. But you’re not going to talk about our fucking sex life —not with the goddamn team. Not after we just found out something that changes our entire relationship.”

“Oh,” he looked down at his hands for moment, frowning. “How do I know when to be who?”

“What?” She looked at him, frowning.

“Well, when should I be Adrian and when should I be Vigilante with you?”

“I…” She took another breath and sat up. “When the mask isn’t on, be Adrian, okay? If we’re in our masks, then be Vigilante. But if it’s just me and you…you don’t need to show off. And you sure as fuck don’t need to show off for Smith. You’re already way better than him; you’re with me.”

“We’re still together?” He perked up at her comment, his bright smile returning as he looked down at her.

“Yeah.“ She nodded slowly, considering her next statement carefully. “Yeah, we’re still together. But we need to establish some ground rules.”

“Anything you want.”

“You don’t tell Smith a single thing about what I look like naked. Or the things we do.”

“Oh, uh. Maybe anything but that. Don’t be mad but I kind of —“

“Oh my god, Adrian.”

“Do you know how hot and awesome you are?” He asked, very seriously. “And do you know how fucking cool it is that you’re my girlfriend? I had to brag!”

She put her hands over her face and sighed. “God, you’re lucky you’re fucking cute because you’re a goddamn idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

They stared at each other for a moment, and she couldn’t help the smile that broke out over her face as she nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah you are.”

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Pub Golf

Pairings: Sidemen x Platonic!reader, Talia Mar x Platonic!Best friend!reader Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Violence, mentions of stabbing and blood, consumption of alcohol Request: hi! can i get a really angsty sidemen x reader, where someone tries to steal the readers phone in public when filming with the sidemen and when stopping the thief ,the reader physically have to fight and thinks ‘damn, their punches REALLY hurts’ but in reality the reader is getting stabbed by a small pocket knife, and gets stabbed in the face, head and neck, but obviously survives (this legitimately happened to me two years ago) Notes: Y/H/T - Your hometown

Sidemen Pub Golf. Why anyone let Harry and Ethan come up with this idea you'd never know, but somehow you had gotten roped into it along with Talia so that the teams could be equal. You had been put on a team with JJ and Ethan, the other two teams consisting of Talia, Harry and Vik, and Simon, Tobi, and Josh.

You had met the Sidemen through Talia, who was one of your best friends, having met her whilst in school. You were already attending Brit School when Talia joined at 16, and the two of you were quick to become joint at the hip. You had been there throughout the ups and downs of her career, at the start of her YouTube journey, and even the start of her relationship with Simon, and vice versa. She was there for you when you started your career, and consequently, your own YouTube channel.

The boys had wanted you to be on a team with Talia as they all knew that not only were you both lightweights, but also how the banter between the two of you increased tenfold after you had had a drink. Vik was quick to point out, however, that the banter would be in between teams and make you more competitive. Not that you weren't competitive anyway but if you and Talia were on different teams, neither of you would back down. It was a recipe for disaster as the boys would probably be carrying you both home, but to them, content was content.

You were sat in Harry's apartment, currently zoned out whilst Harry and Ethan were reading out the rules. The sound of what was dubbed the 'Sambuca alarm' brought you abruptly out of your daydream, startling you. You groaned out loud, already knowing this was going to be a disaster and you were likely going to blackout halfway through the day, but you were no quitter by any means.

"Come on, Y/N!" JJ cackled.

"Fuck off, JJ." You grumbled, throwing the shot back and pulling a face of disgust afterwards. "Ew."

"Yes, lads!" Ethan cheered, high fiving both you and JJ.

"Come on, Tals." You teased, laughing as she flipped you off and shotted her own drink.

"Why did we agree to this?" She groaned.

"We were promised top links." You laughed.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" The boys all looked baffled as you sealed off the pint in front of you, Talia cheering you on in the background.

"Since when could you do that?" JJ gaped.

"My girl's a dark horse." Talia blurted out with a large grin. This was the third pub, and you could tell the girl was pushing tipsy.

"Nah, I'm just from Y/H/T." You joked.

"Ghee." Ethan laughed loudly. "Well done, lass!"

The others finished their drinks, Tobi sealing it off in one whilst the others struggled, some more than others. You all gathered your things and set off for the next pub, which was about a five-minute walk away. You threaded your arm through Talia's, glancing down at your phone to answer a text from your mum. The two of you had fallen behind the group, you having slowed down significantly to make out what your mother had actually written.

The next few moments happened like a blur. You felt you phone being tugged out of your hands forcefully and let out a yelp of protest. You tried gripping on tightly and throwing punches at the man, Talia having stumbled forwards and was trying to call on the boys, but the stranger did not give up. You felt the man retaliating, throwing a number of punches at you, and let out a scream of pain. All you could think was how much pain you were in. You knew being punched would hurt, but fuck, you didn't think it was supposed to hurt this badly!

"Oi! Get away from her!" You heard the voice of JJ yell. The boys had heard the commotion, any intoxication being chased away by worry.

The man, seeing the large group of boys running towards you, had abandoned his efforts and ran off without your phone. JJ chased after the thief, but you paid no mind, feeling as though you were going to collapse. You fell forward, Simon supporting your weight. There were tears streaming down your cheeks but all you could think about was the searing pain you felt in your head and neck.

"Y/N." Simon gasped, frozen in shock, noticing the blood the coated you.

"Call an ambulance!" Vik yelled, the situation sobering him up as he quickly barked out orders. "Simon lay her down."

You felt yourself being set on the floor gently, a crowd slowly gathering around you, not that you noticed anyway. You were too focused on the pain. You felt hands being pressed to where you were hit. You were confused as to what was going on, but you were in too much shock to question it.

"It hurts." You cried, gripping onto Talia tightly. Your head was spinning, and you couldn't tell if it was from your injuries, the alcohol or just the shock of being in the situation you were in.

"Simon." Talia whispered with fear lacing her voice, tears forming in her eyes.

"The ambulance is on its way." The older boy couldn't tell whether he was trying to assure himself or his girlfriend.

"Ambulance?" You questioned, feeling as though you would pass out at any moment.

"You've been stabbed, Y/N." Tobi told her gently.

"S-stabbed?" You stammered, tears forming in your eyes. "Am I gonna die?"

"No!" Talia yelled. "I won't let you!"

"I love you, guys, so much." You sobbed. "Tell my family that I love them too."

"No, you can tell them yourself." Harry scolded her. Anyone could tell that the group of people surrounding you cared significantly for your wellbeing, the distress they were in making it very apparent.

"The ambulance is here!" Josh yelled, breathing out a sigh of relief as the paramedics rushed over and started handling the situation.

"I'm tired." You mumbled quietly, slurring your words slightly as you were lifted onto a gurney.

"No! Don't go to sleep now, Y/N." Ethan pleaded, but you couldn't keep your eyes open. They felt as though they were being weighed down, your mind slowly drifting off.

You groaned as you heard the sound of a steady beep that made you feel as though your head would explode. Wow, I feel like shit, you thought to yourself. Your eyes fluttered open, still feeling quite heavy, focussing on the group of people around you.

"What happened?" You croaked, your throat as dry as a desert.

"Y/N!" Ethan exclaimed causing you to wince at the volume. "Sorry."

"You were stabbed." Josh, who was sat at the edge of the hospital bed, explained gently. Tears began forming in your eyes once more as you recalled the earlier events.

"You're okay now, Y/N/N." Tobi assured you.

"The man?" You questioned meekly.

"JJ caught him, they've got him in custody now." Simon told you causing you to sigh in relief, tears falling freely down your face.

"Thank you, Jide." You sobbed.

"Hey, anything for our girl." He told you, wiping away your tears gently.

"You're awake." Vik smiled as he walked in the room. "The doctor said they want to keep her in for about a week but after that she should stay with someone, so she doesn't strain herself."

"I'll be fine on my own guys." You assured them.

"Absolutely not." Talia scolded. "You can stay at my place."

"I'll be fine, Tals." You told her.

"Doctor's orders." You rolled your eyes at her strict tone but made no move to argue with her. You just didn't have the energy.

"Well at least now we can put 'gone wrong' in the title." Harry spoke up, breaking the silence. You all burst out laughing at the boy's inability to be serious in these situations. You had the best support system around you, you were truly surrounded by such kind-hearted people.

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Do You Ever Feel Like A Misfit (Everything Inside You Is Dark & Twisted)

Dick Grayson x Reader

Word Count: 3.5K (I don't know how tf that happened)

Warnings: Explicit language, Blood and Violence, lots of angst, Hurt/Comfort ✌

A/N: Guess who's back! Just for some context the reader is a magic user and her style is similar to that of Zatanna <3

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She’d have reasoned with herself that stealing from one of the most secure and heavily guarded safe-houses of a deranged sociopath was probably not the brightest idea she’s had all day. It never even made it on her to-do-list for the weekend, but here she was, running across rooftops, holding on to the stolen totem like her life depended on it, it probably did. The three assassins sent after her were no Lady Shiva or Talia Al Ghul but they weren’t exactly amateurs either. The deep cuts and two broken ribs she got from their earlier encounter were proof of that.

She glanced back and even though there was no sign of her would-be-killers she knew better than to assume they’d just let her be. They were sticking to the shadows, exploiting her blind spots. The only thing she was sure of was that they were still hot on her trail and would happily plunge a dagger into her back given the opportunity.

She was right. As of this moment she hated being right.

She caught the glint of the two sharp objects slicing through the air, hurtling towards her at full speed. A slight shift of her upper body was all she could manage as one of the daggers got embedded right into her scapula while the other one, fortunately so, whirled past her, slightly grazing her left hip. The impact of the blade on her shoulder made her lose what little balance she had left. Despite her best efforts, when the wounded shoulder made contact with the hard concrete, a loud, ear-piercing cry ripped out from her throat before she could push it back down.

Cursing under her breath she knew, she knew all she had were those few seconds of numbness and disorientation to get a grip and figure out her exit strategy. However, all her hopes started to sink as she saw one of the assassins come closer, appearing more of a blur than a person. Then again that was probably because of the nice, little concussion she got from her fall. The assassin walked over to her, unsheathed their sword and placed it right on her neck, blocking any and every way out.

“You were warned. The Demon’s Head does not tolerate treachery. We are here under his orders to bring back the totem along with the witch’s head; your head”

If she could, she would’ve rolled her eyes at the classic villainous dialogues thrown at her.

“Witch? Who’re you calling a witch Snow White? I’m clearly a sorceress, don’t they teach you the difference between the two in assassin school or something? Hell, I’d even let you call me an enchantress, though that name’s already been taken but you get my poin-” 

The remaining words died in her throat as the sword on her neck shifted slightly. She knew she had extremely poor self preservation skills considering she’s clearly been instigating the very person sent to kill her, but even she wasn’t dumb enough to keep talking when the tiniest movement on either part could result in her having a severed jugular or carotid. 

‘This is a pretty shitty way to die’ 

She thought back to how she used the last of her mystic energy to hide the totem away before her fall and how stupid that decision really was because now she could actually feel the agonizing pain coming from her shoulder. It started to spread throughout her back like wildfire, eyelids grew heavy against her wishes. Suddenly she felt really tired and the idea to close her eyes just felt so goddamn appealing. 

‘No (Y/N) that’s the blood loss talking. Blood loss doesn’t get to make decisions’, she mentally scolded herself, still not breaking her eye contact with the person standing above her.

“Give us what you stole and we shall grant you the mercy of a quick death.”

That made her raise an eyebrow, “Ah, lemme think...the correct response here would be…”, she hummed, making a show of how hard she was thinking about the offer she was granted, “How about a fuck you? How would that do for you?”, she gave them a vicious grin, it was all teeth.  They probably weren’t impressed by her response and it showed.

She knew there was no way out but she had promised herself once that if she were to die, that if she ever goes out, she’d be anything but a whimpering and sobbing mess. She was scared shitless, more so than she’d ever been while fending off the league, she won’t deny that but she would rather die than let them know that.  ‘Well at least I got that ‘rather die’ part down to a T.’ she thought, eyeing the sharpness of the blade which was now raised up in the air

She felt bad for just giving up the way she did. Her whole life she was told to fight her way through the impossible, to attain the strength rivaling that of Zatanna Zatara, John Constantine and Doctor Fate himself. To be better than them, and there she was lying on the ground limp as a sword came down on her throat; all for a silly necklace. She would’ve huffed out a laugh if only her ribs weren’t broken, if only her body wasn’t screaming in pain, if only she had a way out. She didn’t. She was too tired, too drained, too numb to do anything else. Closing her eyes she stopped fighting, she let her growing unconsciousness claim her.

‘This is what you deserve anyway’, her barely there conscience remarked.

‘Fuck you too.’ she replied.

Everything went pitch black. The darkness encompassing her was peaceful, unlike the pain she had felt before. It was nice for a change. It sounded pathetic  but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

•°•°

 When she came to, the first thing she observed was the feeling of something soft against her back, next was a dull rhythmic sound which she realized was her own heartbeat. Though opening her eyes was a tiring task. It shouldn’t have been, but it was. She used all the energy she had into it and her eyelids fluttered open. She stared at the white ceiling and stayed like that for a few seconds; a few minutes? She couldn’t tell, but the pain was back now, not too much but enough to tell her it was there, to tell she was still alive.

She saw something shift in her peripheral vision and her body instinctively went stiff. Her mind which was blank before now ran in all directions.

‘Could be Ra’s Al Ghul… Could be worse’, she tried not to think about the worst case scenario, but she knew she had pissed off a lot of beings, beings far more powerful and far crueler than Ra’s himself. An involuntary shudder passed through her at the thought. That must’ve caught her captor’s attention as she felt the person move closer to her. Begrudgingly, she tore her gaze from the spot on the ceiling which she had been staring at this whole time and tilted her head. The man in black and blue who appeared, was probably the last person she had expected to see.

“Nightwing…”

Her voice was barely above a whisper and the hoarseness with which it came out it took her by surprise, but her body visibly relaxed at the sight of the familiar figure, at the sight of someone who would never hurt her.  

She watched him pull out a chair from the desk nearby. He sat next to the bed she was lying on and gave her a soft smile, a smile that spelled one word ‘relieve’. She remembered how when she first met him two years ago, she found that particular smile extremely annoying, she had no reason to, but she did. What she couldn’t remember was when she had grown so fond of it.

“How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

He snorted a laugh which made her pout. She was planning to point out how he was being mean; laughing at her when her response truly defined the way she was feeling, but any words she thought of were cut off by the change in his expression. His smile faltered, lips were now pressed in a thin line, face contorted in a way which showed his genuine concern.

“This is the second time, this week.”

That you almost died, he didn’t say. That I had to save you and bring you back from the clutches of death, he didn’t say.

“I know.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

“I know.”

The silence that settled, stretched far too long for comfort, but she wasn’t going to be the one to break it. She wanted to, but there was nothing she could say, that would make it better. Nightwing ran his fingers through the locks of hair, burying his face in his hands.

For the first time since she woke up, she took in his appearance, he looked disheveled,  his suit was torn in different places along visible faint cuts, most likely he got them when he rescued her. She felt a pang of guilt rising in her chest. He risked his life for her, she knew he had done it before, she didn’t get it then and she didn’t get it now. Why would someone do that? Why would he? She was pulled back from her spiraling thoughts when he spoke again, exhaustion evident in his voice.

“Why are you so reckless?”

“Excuse me?”

She looked at him like he had grown another head. She wasn’t ready for this conversation but by the looks of it they were gonna have it anyway.

“What if I hadn’t been there today? Or any of the other days you almost died. What then?”

“My best guess? I would’ve been dead.”

“And that fact doesn’t bother you at all?!”

She flinched at little when his voice rose, but she stood her ground, at least figuratively since she was still in bed.

“I don’t know, should it?” She didn’t try and tone down the venom dripping from her words. Her words cut deeper than the wounds he got from the assassins; she saw it clear as day on his face. She let out a deep sigh but continued. She had to get it out and he had to hear it, that’s the reason she gave herself for the confession that followed.

“I don’t need your help, Dick. I don’t know what gave you the impression that I did but I’ve never needed it.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. ‘Why was it getting harder to speak?’ “I don’t need you to save me every time. I don’t need you to risk your life for me and I definitely don’t…” She moved to sit up straight, her back resting on the headboard. She shifted her gaze on her open palms resting in her lap; palms covered in blood, in her blood, not very long ago.

“I don’t need you to care...”

The last part was a whisper and Dick was silent, so silent that for a brief moment she wondered if the man she’d come to care about even heard her, admitting something that was so painful for her to say out loud.

Dick moved to sit beside her, his shoulder bumping hers. He didn’t know where all this was coming from but he knew better to leave it unattended.

“(Y/N) I help you because I care about you. I always will, you know that.”

“Why? You have nothing to gain from it”, blinking back the unshed tears in her eyes, she looked at him with a hurt expression as if she couldn’t bring herself to understand.

“Why… as in why do I care?”, Dick tilted his head to look her in the eyes, trying to understand what she meant all the while making sure not to let his own surprise at her words show. She nodded not trusting her voice to not betray her anymore than it already had.

“I don’t care about you because I feel like you need it nor because I would gain something from it”, Dick knew he shouldn’t have to explain it to her. He briefly wondered what she had gone through to make her think that she needed to be useful to be cared for or that she had to need it to be cared for. He felt something pull at his heart at the thought; It was sorrow.

“I care about you because… well I do and there’s nothing you could or couldn’t do to change that. And it is because I care about you that I ask you to be better at taking care of yourself. Now I know for a fact that whatever you stole from The League’s safehouse definitely did not belong there, but I also know that whatever it was, it wasn’t worth your life (Y/N) It never will be.”

Dick grasped one of her hands, interlacing his gloved fingers with hers; she hadn’t even realized she was shaking until he did so. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to take a deep breath despite her protesting ribs. Opening the palm of her free hand she muttered an incantation with practiced ease

“Eveirter tahw saw neddih “, her hand glowed, the golden aura taking the shape of a object. When the light subsided, Dick saw the object in her palm as she rubbed her thumb across it, quietly leaning her head on his shoulder.

“It was this totem. It belongs to Madame Xanadu. Don’t know what Ra’s wanted it for though”, she shrugged as best as she could with an injured shoulder then continued, voice firmer than it had been the whole evening,“ She asked me to retrieve it in exchange for information on a girl I was looking for. The girl was somehow sucked into some other dimension, a mystic one and her mother was so desperate when she approached me that I just couldn’t say no. So when I say the Totem was important, then I want you to know that it really is.”

Dick shook his head at that. “Still not worth your life.”

“Dick…”, she sighed. It was all she could do at the moment because she was really getting tired from all the arguing.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

“You mean the time I met the infamous vigilante Nightwing in a dumpster of all places.”

“In my defense I was badly injured”, she hummed in agreement.

“You smelled bad”

“You try smelling like flowers after falling from a building and into an open dumpster.”

His playful grumbling pulled a short laugh out of her. She was more than a little confused at the sudden trip into the past but happily accepted it as a change of topic. She should’ve know better than to think he’d have let the matter go.

“Anyway my point is when you saw me that day, you first instinct was to help me. You pulled me out and used your magic to heal my wounds. You didn’t have to. You could’ve dropped me at a hospital. You could’ve even walked away and pretended that you never saw me, but you didn’t. Why is that?”

“Because I thought you were handsome?”, she said trying to lighten this too-heavy-for-comfort conversation he was trying to have.

“Nice try. I know you. You saved me because you cared. You helped me and the Titans save the city more than once because you cared. It is who you are. I’ve seen you care about and worry over complete strangers without conditions. So why do you think that there has to be some kind of a barter system when it comes to you? Why think that I would want to gain something if I cared about you?”

“Because everyone else did.”

The words shot out from her mouth quicker than she realized. She had voiced her greatest insecurity to the one person who never had anything to add to it and Dick’s heart clenched at the implications of her words, ‘She has never been loved unconditionally before’ his brain provided.

The tears she blinked back earlier came back with full force. She felt two strong arms that wrapped around her, all the while being mindful of her injuries. Dick pulled her into a hug and that was it. She couldn’t control the sobs that tore through her throat, the pain in her body flared due her erratic movements. She knew once the tears started flowing they wouldn’t stop at least not for a while, but now that her façade had been broken she couldn’t bring herself to give it another thought.

He waited for her to let it out, let out all the pent up emotions she had. Now that he thought about it he had never seen her cry. He never questioned it, maybe he should’ve.

“I don’t know who’s responsible for hurting you (Y/N), God, how much I wish I did”, his arms slightly tighten around her at that. “I am so sorry that you have felt like you have to have your walls up all the time, even around me and I should’ve seen that, I should’ve realized that before but I didn’t and I am so sorry for that. I can’t undo the damage you’ve endured and I will not pretend that I can. What I can do is promise you that I’d never let you down like that, never.”

The words he spoke were clear. He didn’t try to tell her to put her walls down, to trust him when she had no reason to. He also didn’t need to justify himself or make such over the top promises but it felt nice to hear it. She had already stopped crying the moment he started speaking again but she still had her forehead pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, it was calming in a way she couldn’t describe. She pulled her head back to look at him, and the honesty in his voice earlier matched the one in his eyes.

“Okay”

Hearing her response, he gave her his signature grin. It sent unexpected warmth through her, he always had that effect on her. She was sure she was just blushing at this point and was suddenly thankful for the dim lighting in the room. 

She ended up composing herself rather quickly, jabbing a finger at his armored chest with her usual smirk plastered on her face.

“Now that you’ve made that promise, know this, Dick Grayson, if you let me down I will drop a mountain on you.”

“You mean that figuratively?”

“No I mean that geologically”, he waited for her to say she was kidding. She didn’t.

“Alright, alright”, He held his hands out in mock surrender. After considering the look in her eyes, Dick refrained from questioning the feasibility of that action nor did he want to question her magical abilities or intent. Last he remembered, Wally did that and that conversation ended with him being teleported to Sahara and Dick would very much like to avoid the same fate as his best friend.

Deciding that was more than enough exhaustion for one night, he got up from the bed and kissed her goodnight, informing her that he’d be sleeping on the couch so that he wouldn’t accidently hit her injuries in his sleep. She agreed and watched him slip out of the room before falling into the blissful sleep she had been putting off since forever.

•°•°

She knew Dick Grayson was full of surprises but the next morning when he put forward the offer of become a full time Titan, in front of her, she wondered if she fell from the bed in her sleep and ended up  getting another concussion because he was so not making any sense.

“So let me get this straight, you want me to come live with you and your superhero friends, in the Titans freaking Tower?!”

“I was hoping for a little less yelling after an emotional evening but yes that is exactly what I’m asking.”

“Dick that’s just ridiculous!”

“Look, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He looked like a kicked puppy which made her feel kinda guilty for all the yelling.

“It’s not that…It’s just there is still a lot about me I haven’t told them. There is still a lot I haven’t told you. I don’t see a reason why you all would want to trust a possible threat, let alone live with it”, she gestured to herself.

Dick felt like there was a deeper meaning behind her words, as if she was voicing her own fear rather than theirs but he trusted her enough to tell him about it when she was ready, on her own terms. He could wait till then but for now he crossed the short distance between them, going around the breakfast table till he stood in front of her. He grasped both of her hands in his and ran his thumb soothingly across her knuckles. He bent down to place a soft kiss on her forehead, and then moved to meet her gaze.

“(Y/N), I know you and I trust you and…It sounds silly considering I was raised by the worlds greatest detective but I believe that you don’t have to know every little detail about someone as long as you already know what’s in their heart.” Bruce probably would’ve disagreed but he wasn’t Bruce.

“And you know what’s in mine?”

“And I know what’s in yours.” His statement was firm and left no room for argument, not when it came to this.

“If you’re sure about this, then I guess...”

“Is that a yes I’m hearing?”, There was that smile again, seriously what was up with him and his smile that made her giddy inside.

In between thoughts she realized he was still waiting for a response so she nodded. Any underlying doubts she had about her answer vanished when she took in how happy it made him. As cheesy as it sounded seeing him happy made her happy. A part of her said it wouldn’t last long, but seeing her boyfriend hop onto the couch full of joy as he called his friends about the latest development in their lives, she wanted to believe otherwise.    

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you know how dc keeps forcing this sudden "we're a family" narrative out of nowhere? I'd love batfam content but years of hurt among them make the recent content seem unearned.

bc you know more about dick and jason than the others, how do you think they would realistically become family to each other, or would it even be in character for them to be the "bros" they're written as now?

Oh anon, this question is amazing, I love it! I saw it when I woke up and since then my brain has been brewing this answer, I was thinking about it as I brushed my teeth and as I was making breakfast, and now I am ready to give you the answer, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed thinking/writing about it!

DC keeps forcing the wrong relationships, and they keep forcing the wrong centre of this supposed family, they make it out to be the Bat-Family when in reality the Bat (Bruce) should have never been invited to this party.

This is why I give you the… Dick-Family!

Oh yeah baby, I am going there. Dick is the centre of this “family”, he is the guy who is actually connected with everyone, he has been around for so long and he has been present when almost all of the remaining characters were introduced! Bruce might have come first but that guy has nothing on Dick Grayson.

Dick has cared and loved for everyone in this family in a true and beautiful way, no matter how much fanon and DC try to tell us otherwise. This man was an amazing son to Bruce and Alfred (my love for Alfred and Dick is brought to you by @hood-ex), a fantastic brother to Jason, Tim and Cass as well as a phenomenal father/older brother to Damian.

Dick Grayson is the centre of this whole thing, and thanks to DC now being an Omniverse I will be able to explain my line of thoughts. But first let me clear some ideas up.

The way I see it Jason would only get along good enough with Dick. I am not here for Jason and Tim having brunch together (honestly, Lobdell, what were you thinking), Jason never cared for Tim, and then writers that didn’t know how the Red Hood worked made him try to kill Tim so, to me, that relationship is non-existent, Jason doesn’t really perceive Tim (yet).

Jason and Damian, listen, I know that there is this fanon theory that Jason knew and cared for Damian while he was in the League, but that is just fanon talk and it doesn’t really fit in canon either. Jason wasn’t really capable of doing much other than fight, and after he was put in the Lazarus Pit he either had to leave because Ra’s wanted to kill him or Talia took him to the All-Castle. So, Jason’s only real interactions with Damian would be when Jason was written as a crazy, blood thirsty dude that actually tried to harm a child. So, him and Damian wouldn’t really have a good relationship (yet).

Jason and Cass… that’s just a no. Jason and Barbara, I mean Barbara was older than Dick when she first met Jason, so they wouldn’t have much of a relationship.

Now, lets move on to how I will make the Dick-Family work.

Dick (bless him) actually talks and listens to people, unlike Bruce, so the change would start there. Let’s set the timeline, I will stand right after the events of Under the Red Hood. Bruce just chose saving Joker over letting Jason kill the Joker and the building they were in exploded.

Batman keeps on being himself (trash) and Jason, having survived the explosion, moves on to keep on building his empire. He really wants to control the drug trade in Gotham, so he works on that, he slowly but surely takes his place as a drug lord again and is a constant pain in Black Mask’s ass.

While Jason is doing that, Dick is trying to put together his life after Bludhaven was attacked with Chemo. Let’s say that Bludhaven isn’t completely erased from the map but he does have to leave so the city can be re-built. He goes to Gotham, where the Red Hood works.

Let’s say that Alfred told Dick who was under the Red Hood, so Dick being a good brother goes looking for Jason. Their first interaction out of the mask wouldn’t be nice, Jason barely remembers his life before the pit and he really is convinced that Dick is the absolute worst.

But then Jason being a nosy man would make an appearance, for some reason, let’s say that he hacks into the Batcave and when he does that he finds some footage… The footage in question would be the one which shows Bruce punching Dick and sort of blaming him for Jason’s death. (Oh yeah, I am going there). The footage will make a memory come to mind, Dick taking Jason on a skying trip.

So, the next time that Dick and Jason see each other is because Jason went looking for Dick and here is where these two actually talk. The way I see it, Dick is more flexible with the no killing rule, he has worked many times with people that are villains or that just have different ways of doing things. So, I think that he would understand where Jason’s coming from with his ideas. As they begin to understand one another Jason begins to recover more and more memories from before the Pit.

They get together once a week and they chat about life as well as vigilante stuff. They become friends.

At the same time Dick is also very good friends with Tim and also acts like the amazing big brother he is with him. They chat, they sometimes work together and one day they come across a very complicated situation involving a new drug being introduced in Gotham.

Dick would call Jason and now both of them and Tim are reunited in a safe house working together so this new drug doesn’t fall in the wrong hands. Jason and Tim wouldn’t really like each other. Both of them are there for Dick and because they have to get the job done.

That’s how I see Dick forming the Dick-Family unconsciously. Hell, I will introduce Barbara now. Do you guys remember that in UtRH Barbara was mad with Bruce and didn’t want to work with him but she was still in contact with Dick? Well, I am using that so it can fit my narrative.

Dick, Jason and Tim need more intel so Dick calls Oracle (real Oracle) and because Barbara trusts Dick she works with them.

Here is where it gets interesting, through Barbara, Dick meets Cass, through Tim he meets Stephanie. You see that Dick’s connections are leading him to form a group of people. Cass and Stephanie are trained by Babs and Dick and they become the new Batgirls.

As all of that keeps developing Jason and Dick become “partners in crime” they help each other, they start building a brotherly relationship again. Although Jason refuses to say that out loud.

Then comes in Damian, a difficult child if there has ever been one but he has Bruce so Dick doesn’t have to jump in that fast… right?

Oh brother! Bruce is dead (omg what would we do? Battle for the cowl maybe? No!). with Bruce gone there is only one person who can take his place and everyone knows it has to be Dick.

Dick would feel a lot of things as he is taking Bruce’s place as Batman but he has a group of people ready to back him up (Alfred, Jason, Tim, Babs, Cass, Steph), and he also has to take care of Damian, he is a child and with his father gone then maybe his mother would want to take him back to the League of Assassins, Dick obviously doesn’t want that so he talks to Tim and tells him that he sees him as his equal and that he has a plan to make Damian stay and it involves making Damian his new Robin.

Tim would obviously be sad and a little hurt, but he understands Dick’s decision because they talked about it and Dick actually took the time to explain why he was doing what he was doing (really DC half of the problems you guys come up could be fixed in seconds if people would only take some time to just TALK!).

Dick and Damian work as Batman and Robin and Dick starts assuming the position of his father. They would live with Alfred in the penthouse and maybe Tim will join them from time to time (when he wasn’t busy with Young Justice/Teen Titans stuff). Slowly Dick and Damian will become the Dynamic Duo that we love today.

So, Dick would have his own Robin, Oracle (who is also managing her own team with Black Canary and (why not) the Batgirls), Red Robin and Red Hood working with him if he needs them. They are always a call away. Jason is the most difficult to reach and he will only involve himself in that kind of drama if its about controlling the drug trade or scaring the living shit out of some very shady people.

So, Red Hood wouldn’t be working with the new (and improved) Batman but Jason would hang out with Dick sometimes.

From there they build up. Dick renovates Arkham Asylum and makes it work they way that it is supposed to work. He might also recruit Catwoman when he needs someone really sneaky, they have known each other for so long, I bet Selina loves Dick, she would certainly help him out.

But as all things do, this happy and well-connected Dick-Family is disrupted when Bruce comes back, he inserts himself slowly back into his role as Batman and as he does that Dick starts to move away from it.

But Dick’s connections are strong and well cared for, so, even when he goes back to Bludhaven and starts fresh (again) as Nightwing those connections remain. Oracle still gives him intel, Robin and Red Robin come over to Bludhaven to patrol, maybe they even have their own rooms at Dick’s place.

With Bludhaven functioning again, all of the terrible people that were working there also come back, maybe some of them never left and they have been corrupting the city from its very core. So, when Jason tells Dick that he would like to expand his operations to Bludhaven, Dick says yes, as long as Jason keeps him updated on his work and also lets him know what is going on.

I think it works! What do you guys think so far?

From then on with the whole Dick-Family being connected and strong I think they can actually act and solve their problems as a family. All those arcs that didn’t work very well because Bruce was in the middle of it being a jerk, I think they will work if Dick is at the centre of it. Let’s say that Bruce hid the fact that Joker knows their identities and all that, with such a strong family the second that the Joker tries to manipulate Jason into believing that he created him, Dick will come out of the shadows and shut that bullshit down. If Joker tries to do something to the Circus, then the Birds of Prey and the Robins will be there in seconds helping Dick.

The Court of Owls, those little shits wouldn’t stand a chance against this team, this force of nature! Jason would be the one working from afar because you know my boy wouldn’t be subjected to the “no-killing” rule but if he does it, he has to do it away from the children (Damian) and away from Cass, if he doesn’t want to know real trouble. (He probably arranged those things with Dick a long time ago and he is happy with it).

Now, please forgive me but for angst reasons I will actually let the events of, Batman Incorporated #8, Forever Evil, Nightwing #30 and Spyral run its course.

Let me explain, after Damian’s death Dick holds the Dick-Family together, as well as Bruce because he is amazing like that, but then after Dick supposedly dies, things change just a little bit. Jason would retreat back to his own corner because the only thing attaching him to the Dick-Family was Dick but he would also keep his eyes open and he might also have a direct line with Oracle if things go south.

Aside from Jason, I do see the others working on keeping their connections intact. When Damian eventually returns the land of the living, I can see all of them coming together even more because that’s what Dick would have wanted.

And then Dick will come back from Spyral and here is where the Dick-Family will show the “Bat-Family” why its superior to it in every aspect possible.

The Dick-Family will notice that something must have happened, Dick would never play dead and leave them like that, but Dick loves Bruce and he doesn’t want to tell them the truth, Bruce has no memories now and his family doesn’t deserve that kind of drama BUT Jason and Tim are suspicious, they know Dick at this point and they trust him so they firmly believe that he is hiding something to protect someone. And here is where life repeats itself. Let’s review the Batcave’s footage, yes, I did it again, I just love the fact that Bruce has footage of himself being the absolute worst to his kids, how does DC not use it! Anyway, Tim and Jason find the footage from the events of Nightwing #30 and suddenly the Dick-Family have their “Dick defence squad” jackets on and they are ready to party.

After all that Bruce eventually gets his memories back and he is held accountable for his actions. Also, around this time the events of Robin War would have already happened so Duke is also introduced. Dick lets him join and all that, and then Duke and Cass become besties and they work together.

And yeah, as Rebirth comes closer the Dick-Family would be more united than ever.

The end.

That is how I would have done it. But this way is slow, and DC wouldn’t be able to monetize it as much as they would want.

Jason wouldn’t be giving hugs and calling everyone their brother or sister, he will only get along with Dick and he would be professional with everyone else.

Tim and Damian would get along but they wouldn’t go for ice cream together on a sunny day. Steph and Damian would and so would Cass and Tim or Cass and Duke.

Oracle would work with Dick and the others as a side thing because her main thing would be the Birds of Prey, this time with Helena too.

Alfred would spend his time with Bruce but he would also be very aware of Dick and his influence on everyone around them. Bruce eventually would be integrated to the Dick-Family because Dick is a sweetheart but Dick would also make Bruce follow his rules, Dick is a little bean but he is also the most badass person in the room (whichever room) so you better listen to what he has to say.

The Dick-Family would be something that grows silently and doesn’t need a “Joker War” in order for them to be there for each other, they would try their best each step of the way and they will talk things out when mistakes are made.

This is the way that I see this family dynamic working.

I would even go as far as to say that Talia can be part of the Dick-Family because she is connected to three people, Dick, Damian and Jason.

Dick is the person with most connections in the DC Universe, the Titans, the Justice League, Deathstroke, they all have connections to this treasure of a man. If he needs help in Gotham or Bludhaven then he can call people from the “first circle”, if things are beyond a “street level” threat them he can call the Titans and if shit really hits the fan, Clark and the others are a call away.

Anyway, this was unnecessarily long, I am sorry about it but I am also not because I really don’t know how to answer your question without going on a long rant.

In conclusion the Bat-Family doesn’t work and sadly it wouldn’t work no matter how much they force it. These people don’t have connections, Bruce is not able to make connections between people. And DC has erased entire relationships that Dick used to have. I mean, they got rid of Dick and Tim being close brothers just so they could give us a shitty brunch between Tim and Jason? Only yesterday we saw a true and beautiful interaction between Dick and Damian.

DC is handling the “Bat-Family” in all the worst possible ways. It just doesn’t work.

They should have used Dick all those years ago and they shouldn’t have destroyed Jason’s characterization with Lobdell’s ideas.

So, sadly, my dear anon, I don’t see the Bat-Family as a in character thing for any of these people as they are written currently, but I hope that you enjoyed my version of it. May the Dick-Family bring everyone who reads about it a little joy!

#Dick-Family #Jason Nation #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #tim drake #damian wayne #red robin #robin #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dc comics #jason todd #asksss

[outoftheframework]

characterization cheat sheet: the batfamily boys

Hey everyone! I had the idea to compile a comprehensive list of different traits and attributes for each member of the batfamily based off of both canon and fanon interpretations. I think this could be useful for new members to the fandom, or those looking to write and/or draw for these characters. Remember that these will have a slight bias considering I, a fanon creator, am creating the lists. But I’ll try to make them as accurate as possible.

Appearances vary from artist to artist, so I’ll try to stray away from general details and add more little things you can consider in your art.

Bruce Wayne:

Age: 35-45

Appearance: Extremely physically fit, but signs of aging and prolonged exertion can slip through. Has a collection of scattered scars varying from fresh to fully healed. Strong, dark features. Conventionally attractive, but can easily switch to be foreboding/intimidating. Well kept in public appearances, but can look like death incarnate when in private.

Personality: Dual personas: “Bruce” (at home, but not as batman) and “Brucie” (public appearances like galas, news interviews). Bruce is stoic, well-read and educated, well-mannered, and occasionally can be witty and laid-back. Smirks rather than smiles. Brucie is loud, spontaneous, charming, and sometimes oblivious. He is the womanizer and scandal-maker. Often the actions of Brucie are motivated by Batman’s interests.

Speech: Bruce was mainly raised by as English butler, so his speech patterns are proper and smooth. Rarely uses speech fillers such as “uh” and “um,” except when interrupted while concentrating. Despite living in Gotham his entire life, he has not picked up the accent. His voice is newscaster American, almost impossible to pinpoint to a certain region. His speech as Brucie changes to relate more to the audience he is addressing. Speeches to Gotham high society will sound different than those aimed to the general public.

Additional Attributes: Bruce Wayne in all of his personalities is fiercely protective, and can easily slip into a deeper voice to intimidate. Bruce can be extremely empathetic and slightly impulsive when it comes to children who have lost their parents. As learned through his training to become Batman, Bruce is disciplined and can work for hours straight.

Dick Grayson:

Age: 23-29

Appearance: Dick Grayson mirrors a young Bruce Wayne despite their not being blood related. This could be a subconscious action by Dick to absorb traits of his father figure. His lean acrobatic body starts to set him apart from Bruce’s image. Dick manages to be well-built but still limber and flexible. His feet and hands are rough and calloused. His hair can get long but usually stays at a length in between Bruce’s and Tim’s. His eyes are bright blue without even a hint of green or brown. 

Personality: In one comic I believe it was Superman who said that Dick Grayson is a universal constant, meaning that on every alternate earth or timeline, you can always rely on him to be good and pure. I think this really sums up who Dick should be. He is kind to a fault, and can sometimes be naive and not think things through. He loves to love, be that in his family, in his romantic relationships, in his friendships, and even in strangers. He is a chronic hero who only wants to see the world as a better place. But it’s important to note that Dick can get angry when pushed, and holds grudges.

Speech: Dick is an extremely interesting study in speech patterns. As a child he traveled with the circus, until he lived with clear-spoken Bruce Wayne and a proper English butler. So influences to his speech and accent come both internationally and locally to Gotham and Bludhaven. As a child living at Wayne Manor, Dick picks up a slight Gotham tinge to his accent with some British flourish in his vowel sounds. He regularly speaks in slang. As Nightwing he is able to suppress his unique speech to sound more evenly American.

Additional Attributes: Dick acts differently around each of his family members as to be what they need in a big brother. For example, he is more fatherly to Damian while to Tim he is more an equal. Dick can fidget and has less of an attention span than Bruce. He can use jokes as a coping mechanism.

Jason Todd: 

Age: 22-26

Appearance: Hair is often long on top and shorter on the sides, sometimes with a white streak as a side effect from the Lazarus Pit. Tallest and heaviest of all the kids, very physically intimidating. Has a lot of scars and burns, and in some fan works he has a “Y” shaped scar the length of his chest from his autopsy. Never skips leg day. Green/blue eyes.

Personality: Jason goes through a lot of character development, but for this list I’m going off a timeline of post-Under the Red Hood, where Jason is on okay, yet still a little shaky, terms with the rest of the family. Jason has a hard time separating vigilante life and civilian life; his death as Robin ended his life as Jason Todd, blurring the lines between the two. Jason is legally dead, so he is basically building an identity back up. He holds some attributes from childhood: brave, impulsive, loud-mouthed, and street-smart. But his experiences post-Robin have made him a hardened loner. He lives modestly and with some semblance of order. He’s hard to foster a relationship with, but can be a passionate friend/family member when he opens up.

Speech: Jason probably has the least influence from Bruce and Alfred’s speech patterns, seeing as though he spent a lot more time with his biological family/on the streets than he did as a preteen in the manor. He is the definition of Gotham vernacular, with a rough edge. So much so that as a child, the high society gala attenders sometimes had a hard time understanding him. Often talks in curt, short sentences.

Additional Attributes: He has trouble expressing his emotions, more specifically anger and/or grief. Can both love or hate furiously. Inherently good, but sometimes does “bad” things. Protective over children, especially those living on the street. Very much a believer in “the ends justify the means.”

Tim Drake:

Age: 17-20

Appearance: Pale skin, dark hair. Sharp cheek bones and jawline, mostly from how skinny he is. His body isn’t technically “built” to be extremely athletic, but he’s forced a nice lean build from stringently working out. Easily loses and gains weight as a direct result of his work, causing fluctuations in his build. Five foot something, will eventually be out-grown by Damian. Long hair that can still be styled to look professional.

Personality: Tim Drake is very passionate in pretty much everything he sets his mind to. He feels as though he imposed himself onto Batman to become Robin, so he works twice as hard to prove his worth. He can be self conscious and deprecating. Tim as Robin or Red Robin is very different than civilian Tim; his hero personas can be bolder and more confident. Despite dropping out of high school, he values education.

Speech: Tim grew up rich, and his speech reflects an intelligence gained from private tutors. Despite this, he knows how to interact with those his age in using less formal language and slang. Often quotes books and movies. Can be awkward and stumble over his words when teased by his friends/family. He can manipulate people easily in business settings by talking fast and confidently while explaining complex topics.

Additional Attributes: Tim’s demeanor is directly tied to his varying levels of confidence and anxiety. Tim is has above-average intelligence and is diligent in detective work, but can still act like a teenager. He can be stubborn to extremes and will patiently play the long con. He does not cope well with loss.

Duke Thomas:

Age: 17-19

Appearance: Short dark hair, shaved on the sides and/or the back. Often wears the colors yellow and black. Around the same height as Tim, but a little taller. Stronger and heavier build more alike to Jason than Dick, but he’s still light on his feet. Expressive face that can give away his feelings easily. Still a bit of a baby face, but he’s still well-proportioned and conventionally handsome.

Personality: In my works, I’ve often described Duke as having a “sun-shiny” personality. He is one to not even think twice about putting others before himself. Duke uses his own personal experiences to guide him as a hero rather than suppress his emotions. Duke went from being an only child to having a large family, so he can sometimes feel overwhelmed. He is on friendly terms with every member of the batfamily, as well as many other heroes. Duke is self-sacrificial and is still learning how to effectively work as a detective.

Speech: Duke grew up in a middle class Gotham family, so his speech is influenced by his parents as well as his city environment. Duke has a mild Gotham accent and speaks a lot in modern slang. He hasn’t had much influence from Bruce and Alfred, considering he hasn’t lived with them for long. It’s possible that as he grows he will pick up some influences from Bruce and Tim’s way of speaking, but will most likely hold onto the accent of his childhood.

Additional Attributes: Duke is a metahuman vigilante in a city where Batman typically bans them, which causes a bit of an insecurity and a perfectionist drive. These are exasperated by the long line of history preceding him, as well as the fact that he involved himself in the Robin movement rather than being handpicked by Batman. He and Tim can relate in that way. Duke is an ardent student of Batman and is dedicated to the cause.

Damian Wayne:

Age: 10-14

Appearance: Looks similar to Bruce when he was the same age, yet stronger and with tanner skin. His hair is expertly cut and styled, but still age-appropriate. He is the shortest of the batkids, but still has a lot of time and potential to grow. He pretty much won the genetics lottery with Bruce and Talia as his biological parents, and is made for athletics. He has some scars that stand out with their pale coloring against his tan skin. 

Personality: Damian is slowly becoming less of a brat, to put it bluntly. He admires his family and tries to mimic them, but will never confess it. Damian is quick to judge and will voice his opinion no matter how scathing it may be, both as civilian and hero. Damian is slowly realizing he may not want the Batman mantle as quickly as he planned. Jon is a perfect foil to Damian, and often makes him a better person when they’re together. 

Speech: His speech is proper and formal. Prefers formal titles: ex. “father” over “dad” and last names over first. Damian is at least bilingual (Arabic and English), and can switch between languages easily. Most of his speech patterns developed from his tutors in the League, and more recently, Alfred. Influences like Jon and Dick have introduced him to a more modern, laid-back way of speaking, which he sometimes utilizes when relaxed.

Additional Attributes: Damian has problems with authority, especially those that he doesn’t respect like his teachers at school. He can be arrogant and childish ever though he often acts like he knows everything. Damian is still a child and has much to learn from batman and family as well as unlearn from his time at the League. Dami was forged to be a ruthless warrior, but now has to find a balance between the hero Robin and the child Damian Wayne.

Hope this helps someone! Feel free to add on if you think I missed anything. Just please remember to be civil and respect different interpretations of these characters. Let me know if you want another one of these posts outlining the girls or other characters.

#batman #batfam #batfamily #batkids #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #nightwing #red hood #red robin #signal #robin #batfamily fanfiction #batman fanfiction #batman fanart #dc #dc comics

[lovecinnatwist]

How would you go about writing omega Jason with Alpha Dick?

Man oh man- Omega!Jason with Alpha!Dick is always such a bop.

It depends really! I see so many fics with insecure Jason thinking Dick is too good for him which is nice and definitely in character- but sometimes it makes me crave the other end of the spectrum?

Like a confident, sexy Jason who teases Dick with his scent and body until the alpha wants to implode? I also like the idea of Jason being raised by an Omeganist!Alfred and Omega!Talia to be badass, sassy and sensual. Bras? Suppressants? Painful heats?

Not for Jason Todd!

He embraces his Omega-ninity and it wreaks havoc on Dick's hormones. Dick being a more conservative alpha would definitely find himself overwhelmed but enamored!

Here's something playful with a clumsy Alpha!Dick and confident pack Omega!Jason!

Tiddies Out - JayDick

Tags: Omegaverse, AlphaDick, OmegaJason, Pining, Crack treated Seriously, Lactating, Heat Cycles, Omega Tim, Alpha Bruce, Pup Damian- Just Dick being an obvious pining idiot and Jason enjoying his reactions-

Jason doesn’t mind being an omega. How could he when it’s one of the superior options? While Alpha’s often lost themselves to aggression during rutting season and beta’s scrambled to placate them- Omega’s got to sit back and watch the show.

Being the object of an alpha’s fascination has many perks. First off? The gifts. Lavish offerings make their way to him with little to no effort. Weaponry from Talia, Expensive silks and poisons from Ras, The latest tech from Tim and Bruce. It's an endless parade really. One of the few things that make this more bearable to put up with.

He’s a heavy milker. Always has been.

Maybe it’s from growing up in an abusive household. Perhaps it's in response to being closer to the pack’s pups or hell, maybe his body is just gearing up for the imaginary children it wants to have. Regardless of the reason Jason’s tits are aching.

They seem extra tender tonight. The cold dingy air does little to ease the tension under his armor. He shifts and the way his pads squish under bullet proof chest plates is a pain. He curses and tries to ignore it. Something that’s getting harder as the cotton under his clothing reaches its limit. Tsk- 4 hours his ass. It’s barely been 2 and he’s about to make a mess of his gear.

As annoying as it is. He reluctantly reaches into his kit to get two fresh napkins to change. Other omega’s might be shy to do this in public but Jason has always been more practical about it. Breasts are breasts, no reason to get all crazy about it.

Though it probably didn’t hurt that Jason himself had a nice rack. He knows what the other heroes say about him behind his back. His figure has never been more appreciated than now in his prime. The dip in the pit did wonders at helping him bulk up. Thighs thick, emphasising his trim waist. In the throws of season his ample chest gives him an illusion of an hourglass figure. While some people would say omega’s should be small and dainty, he has yet to meet an alpha or beta who can resist him.

Not to be vain but he is nothing else if not attractive.

He’s got his top half way off when the sound of a near violent thud echoes out in the darkness. The hiss of pain gives away the alpha before his scent can. Jason doesn’t even turn in his direction. Instead he keeps his attention on the sopping pads under the compression shirt. He hisses as the gentle adhesive pulls from his throbbing mamories.

“ You alright over there goldie? “

He gets a groan for an answer. A nicer person would have maybe let the other man know about his current state of undress. Too bad that Jason isn’t exactly known for being ‘nice’. He carefully wraps up one cotton cloth. Once he’s clean and dry, he applies another. It’s quick and easy work. The slight chill does wonders against his flush skin.

The worn form of Nightwing crawls from the side of the building. There’s a pretty good bruise on his cheek Jason is 90% sure that the acrobat had a less than graceful landing. He’s always been weird about nudity. Even back when they mostly had the same parts. He rolls his eyes as the man pointedly tries not to look at him. He can’t help scoffing at the false modesty.

“ Hood. You shouldn’t do this out in the open like this. Anyone could see you. “

Everyone knows Jason is an omega, by extension that means Red Hood. It’s one of the reasons why his territory is so well protected. No one wants to cross an omega. While the fangs in their mouths were now more for scruffing kits, no one had forgotten the days when they were for hunting prey and tearing out throats.

He would flash his at Dick but he’s wearing his helmet and would probably just looks stupid. He manages to get the other pad off. It’s absolutely drenched. His left teet is definitely working harder than the right. The sheer weight of the cotton makes a loud squelch as it hits the little plastic bag at his feet.

He snorts. “ And you know what they’d say N? Best tits in Gotham. “

The alpha’s face is anything but amused. The furrow of his brow and spike in his scent is territorial and aggressive. It’s laughable really considering the fact that between the two of them, Jason is actually the one in charge of protecting the pack. It’s all a part of being the lead omega.

Whether Bruce or Dick want to accept it or not.

“ Stop objectifying yourself like that. “

Jason enjoys the feeling of being clean and dry as he gets the other cotton adhesive on. It’s a welcome sensation. Especially when he straightens his armor and it’s a little less chafing and tight.

“ It’s only objectication if I say I’m only a nice pair of tits Wing. Luckily I’ve got a nice set of thighs too.“

He pays Dick no mind as he stands and packs away his used pads to be thrown away later. He might have to call it an early night at the rate. With the way fall is quickly approaching his heat is just dying to make an appearance. Perhaps he could get away with offering himself to the foster system. With the amount of milk he’s making now it would be better for the pups who need it to benefit instead of it all going to the trash.

“ Hood! “ The sound is a scandalized growl. It’s funny enough that Jason throws his head back and laughs free and clear. With the voice modulator it’s mean and menacing. Amusement bubbles in his chest. He can’t help taking off his helmet so that Dick can take in just how wide his smile is.

“ Sorry Wing. I’m a pretty girl. What can I say? “

Talia is nothing but progressive. While many omega’s in the west suffer from low self esteem. Jason learned his worth quickly. Confidence is beauty. The more one loves themselves, adores them selves and takes time to know themselves the more they blossom. It’s a deep healing that not everyone gets to understand. A privilege for a few chosen omegas. He cocks his head and smiles and see’s the exact moment Dick starts losing his footing in the conversation.

The alpha is tongue tied.

“ That’s not what I mean and you know it Hood. “

Jason shrugs. Once he’s got his stuff away he’s ready to run roofs and actually get some work done.

“ Sorry Goldie. It’s 2021 and haven’t you heard? Red Hood says free the tiddies. “

He doesn’t wait for a response as he makes a running start towards the edge of the building. It’s always such a thrill. He tucks a bit to clear the gap. The moment his legs touch the concrete the sound is silent despite the bulk of his frame. Dick calls after him but he loses the words in the wind. Laughter bubbles up in his throat. He wouldn’t be a prude just because his family wanted to be sexually repressed more than they wanted to be happy.

Dick doesn’t try to catch up with him and Jason finishes the night patrolling with Tim and Stephanie.

He manages to get an entire three hours out of the next set of pads. Instead of changing out in the open he accepts Alfred’s invitation back at the manor for a warm bath and cookies. Tim stares at his chest while Jason gets himself decent.

Tim is a gorgeous omega, with a slender petite frame and porcelain doll-like features. He always seems to get shy in the presence of Jason’s more unconventional curves.

Jason knows what low self esteem looks like. The younger omega wears it no matter how much bravo he tries to exude. Jason brushes against him briefly and lightly. His usual fragrance is marshmellowy from the sweetness of milk that clings to it.

There’s an immediate blush as Tim ducks away. Clearly he’s embarrassed from being caught. Though in reality where is the shame in a little boob appreciation amongst omegas?

“ You know Timmy, you gotta stop wearing bras. Maybe if you show a glimpse of those pretty pink nips Kon would take the hint. “

Tim goes red from his ears to his chest. Jason can practically see the steam coming from his ears. He slaps his hands over his petite breast quick enough to hurt. Jason wants to let him scamper off but instead he presses into his space even more. Long gone is the perfume of pup, now that Tim has come fully into his omega hood. Every day his scent leans more and more towards caramel and sugar.

“ Uhg you’re such a jerk. “

Tim tries to dodge out of his hold but Jason gets him anyway. The omega yelps and Jason ducks him right between each swollen peck. They are red and tender from patrol. He hasn’t put on new pads yet so some milk beads at his nipples. The little shriek Tim lets out is hilarious.

“ You’re going to get milk in my hair! Jason stop- God you suck- “

The omega fights and Jason lets him go before the two actually get into it. It’s light and playful. Well for the most part. Tim gets some milk on his face and the teen honest to God looks terrified. He curses all the way to the shower stall to take another quick bath all while Jason cackles at his misfortune.

“ I swear to God, when I start milking I'm going to get you back Ten fold! “

Jason rolls his eyes. As if.The last thing Jason’s afraid of is milk. It’s a natural thing. God everyone in this pack is repressed.

“ We’ll see about that Timberella! “

The omega hisses and Jason has to hold back a laugh as he leaves the shower. He’s so light and high from the interaction that he completely for gos a shirt. Not that he really wants to wear one. Not with how milk heavy and tender his chest is. Alfred’s always been pretty cool about it too. Being from the 60’s and all that jazz.

Jason maybe gets half way through the cave before the sound of metal crashing draws his attention. Dick walks cleanly into one of the metal tables in the middle of the lab space, knocking over tools and gadgets.

Bruce is thoroughly unimpressed from where he’s helping Damian stretch before bed. He’s in half of his costume, suppressors and scent blockers gone. The sheer disappointment in Damian’s gaze is astonishing.

“ Richard, please control yourself. “

The alpha looks like a deer caught in headlights, his mortification absolutely palpable in the air.

Jason does catch his eyes on his chest though. He smirks and sees the moment horror grows in those bright blue eyes. Instead of heading towards the stairs he decides to circle back towards the group.

Bruce chuffs from his position on the floor. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing but does tilt towards him in reverence. It’s been the biggest change in their dynamic. Bruce finally learning to respect Jason as not only a pack mate, but the pack omega. He greets him with a scenting.

Unlike Dick the alpha seems to pay little attention to his milking.

Damian’s puppy nose twitches as he leans towards him. It makes his heart flutter really. While Damian would never ask, Jason has thought of offering his breast many times. While Technically too old for it, they’ve all done their fair share of growing up too quickly. Something that Jason Laments as well as appreciates.

He scents Damian more thoroughly than Bruce, making him bristle. The boy tries to move out of his hold, hands swatting him away.

“ Todd cease your pestering immediately! If I smell of milk my peers will assume I still breastfeed. “

Jason snorts and pulls back from the prickly pup. Bruce gets a stupid fond look on his face and for a brief moment he feels it echoing on his lips.

“ And what’s wrong with that? If your pack omega is milking of course as a pup you’re welcome to it. “

Damian’s green eyes widen a fraction. His mouth opens in disbelief. Clearly, Damian in fact did not know that. Bruce stares as well, his scent turning into a sweet blend of ‘love-admiration-awe’. It draws a shiver up Jason’s spine. The tender mix of affection from his pack blankets over him like a net of spun sugar.

Jason doesn’t know why he feels drawn to look at Dick. The alpha hasn’t said anything in the past minute. He cuts his gaze to the stone still alpha and his heart flutters in excitement. The looks of jealousy and want is so strong that his intentions sparkle clear like aquamarine in shallow ocean waters.

The alpha is so much more honest when he thinks Jason isn’t looking.

He grins at Dick.

The alpha immediately shrinks in shame and embarrassment.

“ And of course any alpha spending my heat with me. “

#cinnatalks #Alpha!Dick #Omega!Jason #Omegaverse #Answer #Ficlets #Tiddies out #jaydick

[downfall-muse]

#2: Cherry Soda

Prompts: Steph and Dami bonding and Racial discrimination

Despite the music in his headphones blocking out most of the noise, Damian distantly wondered if coming to such a crowded place was the right idea. People roamed in all directions around him, twisting and turning and gathering together like a maze of snakes.

But coming here had a purpose, because it was the last place anyone who even remotely knew him would come to look.

The squeaking of worn sneakers alerted him to the hoards of loud, noisy children jumping from place to place, the balloon floor of the play castle rippling in tiny waves with each bounce. Stephanie had taken him here, once before to celebrate a successful mission. He doubted if she still remembered it. Technically, he hadn’t.

He’d run into the amusement park by mistake, having taken the scenic route through the grassy woodlands surrounding the area, hoping the greenery would clear his head. It had, somewhat, and once he’d calmed, hiding in the bouncy castle seemed as good a place as any to take a minute to think.

How would he even begin to explain this to Father? There was no way for him to word things without letting on that he’d gone too far. He’d been the one to throw the first punch, and he’d landed the last one as well out of spite before making his getaway from the dingy alley where he’d been attacked.

He’d suspected it would’ve happened at some point. Most of the suffocatingly blonde and blue-eyed population of the school Father had enrolled him in despised him. Whether it be the teachers, what with him often correcting them on their own source material yet skipping through class every other day out of sheer boredom, or, more noticeably, the students. Spoiled and oozing superiority like a pile of waste gathering flies, with bothersome jabs and constant questions. Damian could count on one hand the few who didn’t irritate him, most of them the school janitors.

There was one group in particular, that the likes of Drake perhaps would have likened to a Mean Girls posse, that infuriated him to no end. There were the stereotypical schoolyard bullies you saw in romcoms, and Damian regretted having dismissed them at first glance on screen, because they were far more annoying in real life.

They were everything Damian wasn’t. Social, impulsive, pop-culture savvy, and ridiculously, overwhelmingly: white. It seemed every well-to-do household of blondes in the country had all flocked to his school with the sole purpose of tormenting him.

He was above them, that much he’d never doubted, and contrary to popular belief, no, he wasn’t being arrogant this time around. There was no need to be. The blatant, overly luxurious displays of face value wealth and face value class were no less fake than pyrite. He didn’t even bother with the notion of trying to be like them.

Yet in a city such as Gotham, he had to admit he was outnumbered. For every speck of melanin in the crowd was a blizzard of blue eyes, and no amount of wealth could make the darkness of his skin evaporate into thin air.

Of the admittedly often times he thought of his mother, in situations like these were when he missed her the most. Talia was an intensely proud woman, standing with her spine as straight as a pencil, chin raised defiantly, looking down at the world that quivered in its attempts to put her down. Imitating that look was what had gotten him through most of the school year.

He’d even enjoyed how angry it made most of his classmates, all their attempts to wipe the pride off his face in vain. Yet however thoroughly he’d enjoyed it, he should’ve known there would eventually be consequences. There was only so much that happened in the actual schoolyard. Once lessons ended there was no one to stop them from ganging up on Damian outside.

Sighing into the artificially flavored sugary drink he’d bought to pass the time, he had to admit that for all his classmates' pink-faced pigheadedness, they’d been meticulous. Damian had made it out the other end unscathed out of his own merit, and he could never prove he’d been provoked.

...He’d promised Father he would try this time, his third school change in two years wearing down on how much Father could defend him from. He’d actually tried this time. Trying hadn’t been enough, his bruised knuckles and the imprints they’d left on his classmates' faces on the other hand- they were enough.

“Are you finished staring at me Brown, or are you having a seizure?” He didn’t look up from his still full cup of soda.

Stephanie stepped out from behind the cake-pop stand, only mildly sheepish.

“When did you notice?”

“When you first arrived twenty minutes ago.”

Stephanie took a seat next to him.

“And how long have you been here?”

“Two hours.”

Neither of them said anything for a long moment afterward. Stephanie eyed his cup.

“You gonna finish that or...”

He silently handed his cup over.

Still, for several minutes they didn’t say anything. Realizing he wasn’t going to talk first, Stephanie’s patience wore out.

“You aren’t going to ask?”

“And receive what? I know why you’re here.”

“Enlighten me then. Why am I here?”

Damian rolled his eyes. Brown may be as close to family as was possible without being biologically related, but how exactly was he going to explain to her blonde-haired, blue-eyed self why he’d been hiding?

“You’re here because Michalson’s parents didn’t waste time in getting the news out to every goddamn person they know that I beat up their poor son.”

Stephanie looked at him, her normally overly expressive face strangely soft, yet unreadable.

“No, I’m not.”

If Damian could make a question mark emoji appear next to his head, he would. Nevertheless, Stephanie got the hint.

“Michalson, and whoever his parents are, have nothing to do with me being here. I’m here cause you were supposed to be home 4 hours ago.”

Lovely, meaning now there was his own verbal confession to hold against him. He’d gone and opened his stupid mouth and put himself into even more trouble.

“And? I’m late 6/7 days of the week.”

“Not on Thursdays.”

Oh. Right. Today was the day Alfred tended to the greenhouses. Damian was supposed to come home on time today.

Picking up on his train of thought, Stephanie offered him a faint smile. “Made Alfred worry his head off, he won’t admit he worries so much, but the 6 new wrinkles on his face say otherwise.”

“Careful,” Damian muttered, “If he hears you he might think you’re calling him old.”

“And if he doesn’t? Alf isn’t here bud.”

“So? It’s common knowledge that Pennyworth was the real-life inspiration behind Mary Poppins.”

The air almost visibly lightened, with Stephanie snorting ungracefully into her drink.

“Tell Pennyworth I’m sorry for keeping him waiting.”

Stephanie ran a critical eye over him, only stopping once at his purpled knuckles.

“You’re not coming home?”

“Not right now.”

He wasn’t ready to face Father yet, even the crowd at the castle was slowly dying down, leaving him with enough room to listen to himself think. Not a good idea, he kind of missed the noise now.

Stephanie leaned back against a balloon pillar, watching the sky grow dusky.

“Mind if I stay here?”

Damian eyed her warily, “Not going to ask?”

“Nope,” she popped the ‘p’ at the end.

“Michalson’s got a couple older siblings just like him. I remember Tim’s academy days enough to know not to ask.”

Damian stared at the scuff marks on his shoes, gathered from the dirt and sidewalk gravel during the fight.

He didn’t know why, but he decided to tell her.

“I’m going to get expelled again.”

“Again?”

“The first time was my fault,” Damian admitted, “I cursed out the principal after he tried to imply that I was cheating.”

Stephanie wrinkled her nose, “So snooty adults eh? Any other time?”

Damian eyed her dryly, his second expulsion was his most famous.

“Taking the blame for setting the chemistry lab on fire to cover for Thomas’s powers malfunctioning after a day fight with Hatter.”

“Hey,” Stephanie joked, “at least this one wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s not what's going on record.”

She frowned, “Isn’t Bruce taking care of that?”

“No, I asked him not to.”

“...Why?”

Damian looked away, watching a pair of siblings playing hopscotch in the sandpit. One of them fell over head-first, the other rushing to pull them back up and wipe away their tears.

“Regardless of the actual reason behind it, if Father had it wiped off the record, that doesn’t make me any better than Michalson, assuming everything I do wrong will be absolved with money.”

“If anybody asked, I wanted to deal with it myself.”

“You don’t want to hide behind money,” Stephanie shook her head, “even in the situations when you should.”

She looked him over for a moment, something warm and fond tingling in her eyes. The slowly fading sunlight coloring them almost white, unearthly, and almost angelic against Damian’s muddy olive irises.

“Y’know what I like about you bud? That.”

Damian was genuinely confused. “...What?”

Stephanie shook her head, “You’re brutally honest Dames. You don’t like lying, and avoid it even when you could get away with it. Kay’ so you got into a fight, against who I already know is a stupid rich white kid that looks like me. You don’t wanna lie to Bruce that you didn’t throw the first punch, so you’re avoiding him.

You don’t wanna admit you see Michalson in me, so you’re avoiding me.”

“...”

“But I’m not avoiding you.”

Stephanie looked at him, and Damian turned to face her fully for the first time.

“..It felt like you were, a little?”

Damian shrugged, “I was avoiding you at first.”

He looked back down at his feet. “I’m not doing it anymore,” he added.

“Oh.”

Stephanie looked down at her almost empty cup.

“Okay. Thanks.”

Not knowing what else to say, or there even was anything to say, Damian grabbed his backpack off the ground. He’d have to wash it after the amount of time it had spent in the wet grass.

Walking towards the entrance to the amusement park, Stephanie looked at her drink again, “By the way, why’d you order cherry soda? I thought you hated artificial stuff.”

Damian watched a portly man pack up the cotton candy stand, stray cones of pink and blue cotton fluff being handed out to a group of toddlers.

“I do. But it was the thing I saw, and I wasn’t actually planning on drinking anything.”

“Really? Try it, there’s some left.”

Damian eyed what was left of the red-pink liquid.

“You didn’t spit in this did you?”

“I’m not Cass, Dames.”

Eyeing the drink one more time, Damian drowned the final sip in one gulp.

...

He promptly found the nearest water fountain and spat it back out.

Behind him, he could hear Stephanie dying with laughter.

“It’s not funny!”

Steph cackled even harder.

“Yes it was kiddo, yes it was.”

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10 Popular Romance Books That Are Worth The Hype

I know that a lot of you will be turning to those familiar pastel-coloured book covers with cute taglines in the coming week. Rom-coms and tropey romances that are often little more than a quick, addictive escape seem to be everywhere right now but how do you know which ones are really worth your time?

You will have almost certainly seen all 10 of these books before, if you regularly engage with online bookish content. They all have loyal followings and for a good reason. They contain romantic pairings who are easy to root for, identity and sexuality exploration and plenty of hilarious and heartwarming awkward situations. I’m pretty sure you’ll find a new favourite here!

-Love, Alex x

Well Met by Jen DeLuca.

The first in a trilogy of books, full of Shakespeare, small town shenanigans and sizzling chemistry in this enemies-to-lovers saga. Emily and Simon share plenty of funny and sexy interactions and they are very well suited, even if it takes them a while to realise it! The Renaissance faire setting is a unique setting that I don’t think I’ve come across elsewhere but it lends itself perfectly to the cosy, romantic vibe of the book.

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne.

What better place for a witty, sharp-tongued romance than two work colleagues who apparently despise each other? Josh and Lucy both come out with some hilarious one-liners on their journey to discovering that the constant bickering and the strangely sexual dreams may mean that they actually like each other. The Hating Game is now also an Amazon Prime adaptation, so read it before watching!

Heartstopper by Alice Oseman.

You will be hard pushed to find a cuter YA romance than that of Charlie and Nick in Heartstopper. As the volumes progress, we get to know both of them very well and watch their relationship ride the peaks and troughs of navigating secondary school with being gay (Charlie) and bisexual (Nick). With a wonderfully diverse cast of side characters, I’ve never finished a Heartstopper comic without an intense case of the warm fuzzies and a lot of hope.

Get A Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert.

Heartwarming and incredibly addictive, Chloe and Red’s story will no doubt make your face hurt by grinning. Both Chloe’s inner monologue and the interactions with Red are wonderfully authentic. There are some laugh-out-loud scenes set alongside some parts where the deeper issues are discussed, causing them to form a meaningful, beautiful connection. Talia Hibbert gives voice to characters who so seldom get the chance to speak, which is just fantastic!

The Idea Of You by Robinne Lee.

Arena tours, chic art fairs, the streets of Paris and the warm glow of Miami sun, the very cinematic The Idea Of You has it all. Heady, romantic and thoroughly escapist, Solene and Hayes are an age-gap couple who have a likeability, an easy natural vibe and a LOT of chemistry. There are some very graphic sex scenes, so bear that in mind before picking it up!

The Bromance Book Club by Lyssa Kay Adams.

When he discovers that he has never given his wife an orgasm, what’s a man to do other than seek inspiration in Regency romance novels? The concept of this series is pure genius and of course, a romance book club made up of baseball players is always going to be hilarious. Gavin and Thea are a couple who I wanted nothing but pure happiness and satisfaction for. Warm-hearted and very funny, The Bromance Book Club is a very strong Valentine’s recommendation.

The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood.

Fake dating and enemies-to-lovers in one, The Love Hypothesis is a worthy inclusion on this list. Olive and Adam are both in STEM academia, a notoriously tough world for women and this is touched upon several times. As well as the romance being easy to root for with a VERY steamy climax, The Love Hypothesis knows exactly what it is -a very tropey rom-com that doesn’t hold back when poking fun at itself. Olive is also demisexual, which we need to see more of in romance novels!

If This Gets Out by Sophie Gonzales and Cale Dietrich.

Wonderfully genuine and beautifully written, If This Gets Out follows the slow-burn, secret romance of Ruben and Zach while they’re both members of a world famous boyband. Touching on themes of homophobia, control and finding freedom, the relationship is easy to get on board with and features some gorgeous romantic scenes. Our heroes are in a pretty unique situation, which makes for a lovely, refreshing, YA queer read.

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang.

A character-driven, very funny and sexy romance is the perfect tonic to many things, which is why The Kiss Quotient should be on your shelf. Stella has Asperger’s while Michael is a male escort, which makes for an unlikely pairing that somehow just works. With loveable characters and a lot of information about the realities of being a woman with autism, this trilogy of books is a fantastic coming-together of wit and sex!

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid.

Behind the glamour of 1950s Hollywood, Evelyn Hugo’s life saw husbands come and go and she must recount it all now for her memoir. Exploring the dark side of fame, the intense pain of forbidden love and the brutal nature of ambition and power, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is a sprawling novel, full of heartbreak and a slow burn of an ending that smacks you right in the stomach. I’ll never stop raving about this book and putting it in as many hands as I can! 

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