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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Hi, I was reading your post about Jason punching Dick in the face when Dick revealed he fake his death was bullshit ( which it was) and it reminded me of an issue/question that has bothered me for sometime.

Why did people believe Dick was actually dead?

I’m not the most avid comic reader so maybe I missed something but it was always weird to me that everyone just accepted this especially given how Bruce was acting or should I say wasn’t acting.

This is a man when his child died another child had to come along and told him sir you are being too violent and emotional you need supervision. When his other child died he went all over the universe to bring him back to life because he knew it was possible ( which was happening at the same time), so why didn’t anyone think it was weird he wasn’t doing that for Dick. Can you imagine Dick really dying that soon after Damian it would be injustice Batman Version. You are telling me that Tim, Jason or Barbara didn’t think it was weird that Bruce didn’t also bring Dick’s corpse to the bring Damian back to life mission or mention it to themselves. Like what more likely Dick dead and Bruce is handling it well or that he fake his death to do something stupid and Dangerous after his partner/brother/ little bit my son the feelings are complicated died after he was knocked out and woke up to his corpse.

Oh man, this is like, the entire nature of my beef?

(Slight derail just to emphasize the fact real quick that Dick DID actually die, he was just revived quickly, but like, the trauma of his death was very real and its not like anyone was clued into Luthor having a resurrection backdoor built into his literal murder of Dick in the actual moment of it happening. So Dick’s death wasn’t fake, and additionally, he didn’t have anything to do with like, telling people about it, because he was literally comatose in the cave and recovering while Bruce was telling people....by the time Dick woke up in the cave, we already know that Alfred at least had already been convinced by Bruce that Dick was dead, so I have a kneejerk need to pushback against the Dick faked his death narrative by reminding people wherever possible that Dick had no agency in the spreading of that narrative.

It happened without him being involved, and the only actual contribution he ever made to it was just not revealing he was alive before Grayson #12, after Bruce like.....emotionally, mentally and physically badgered him into accepting that doing so would be directly harmful to his family and he didn’t want to be the reason more people died when like, people had just died because he ‘let’ himself be captured and interrogated by Power Woman’s Lasso of Submission, did he?

SORRY TO BE PEDANTIC, just wanted to start this off on a clarification, even though I know the aim of your ask was very much in tune with the rest of my response. A lot of people don’t read the actual comics, so like, I’m never gonna skip over an opportunity to emphasize that the shorthand people use to refer to Dick’s death and the year he was with Spyral, is like, literally just shorthand for describing it. Its not actually an accurate description of how all that went down and who had the most hand in it).

BUT ANYWAY. BACK TO THE MEAT OF THE BEEF.

Okay so like, not only was the entire family and Bruce himself giving Dick shit for his death and Spyral, like, PAINFULLY egregious because it was literal victim blaming in every possible sense of the word....

None of it made a LICK of sense with ANY of their characterizations, and they ONLY all accepted it on face value because the Plot Demanded It, and when you're like, no, as a reader I say The Plot Demanded It is not a good enough reason for me to be like well sure, that makes sense......looking at the characters ACTUAL actions at face value pretty much just makes them all look like assholes?

Like, Tim has never gracefully accepted anyone's death. Ever. This is core characterization for him. He will go to the ends of the earth for his loved ones and to bring them back, prove they're not dead, refuse to let death be the final verdict for them. He was tempted to use the Lazarus Pit to bring his parents back to life. He refused to accept Bruce was dead long before he had any proof whatsoever of that theory. He tried to clone his BFF/future-husband Kon in his fucking basement like, dude was two whole inches away from going Full Dark Side in his quest to bring back a lost loved one no matter WHAT the cost.....and then you've got Dick unmasked onscreen, killed offscreen, and Bruce then reporting to the rest of them with zero inflection 'oh Dick's dead now. Its very sad' and Tim's just like, sure. Sounds legit.

I mean?!?!

And you're SO RIGHT ABOUT THE DAMIAN THING! Bruce LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY went BEYOND the ends of the Earth, like, he full on chartered a fucking space ship to fly his whole family out to APOKOLIPS to bring Damian back from the dead by going to EXTREME lengths.....WHILE everyone else thought Dick was dead....

And not a single person looked at Bruce and was like, okay, not that we're not down to do this for Damian because we miss Stabby Smurf something fierce ourselves, but.....what the fuck is UP with you dude? Why aren't you displaying ANY hint of this same kind of energy in regards to your eldest son that you said you watched die right in front of you?

Like....I don't know that we were actually ever told that Dick's coffin was empty or had a fake in it, but like....this family of detectives who refuse to accept death, defy death, COME BACK FROM THE DEAD....not a single one of them said like, okay, if I'm gonna like, ACCEPT accept that Dick is dead and gone for good, I need to at least just see him one last time? That's literally all it would have taken for someone to realize hey something's a little wonky here. Where's the dead body, Pops?

Since when has Jason ever missed an opportunity to prove Bruce is a) full of shit, b) acting like an emotionless robot and all his kids deserve better especially when they've just like....died, c) just factually incorrect and wrong and jumped to a conclusion before it was conclusively proved, d) lying like a liar or e) all of the above?

Nobody even ASKED if Dick's body could be put in a Lazarus Pit? Yeah, Jason wouldn't necessarily recommend it himself, given what it put him through, but actually fuck that, I take that back, because I'm NOT actually of the opinion that Jason full on hates his life and actively spends every second of every day wishing he hadn't been resurrected, even if it had come with a huge buffet of additional trauma and pain.

And that's kinda what's implied when people just take it for granted that he would never be on board with any scenario involving using a Lazarus Pit to bring Dick back, because it suggests that based even just on his own experiences and feelings, he honestly believes Dick would prefer being dead and not have ANY further opportunities to be with his loved ones, his friends, help save the damn world again at some future point.....that Jason, projecting based just off himself, legit feels Dick would rather be dead than have another shot at life even WITH the downsides of Lazarus Pit usage? Nope. Sorry, I don't buy it.

Speaking of not buying it.....you know what was missing from all those soliloquies the others monologued at Dick about how they felt and were hurt and just devastated by his death, to such a point they can't seem to muster a single shred of happiness that he's NOT dead still -

(seriously, Damian was the ONLY person in ALL THE LANDS OF EMOTION-HAVING who expressed ANY kind of positive reaction to having Dick back. We were so fucking cheated of like.....ANY opportunity to have the characters show just how much they valued him by just being fucking HAPPY he was alive, no matter what else was involved....and then most of fandom compounded that by for years being like mmmm, no, Dick didn't get yelled at enough by his family for what HE put THEM through. Needs more yelling. More punching too. Bad Dick. Bad. This is the only way you'll learn not to die and get shipped off on a mission that you don't want but at least is to protect your family after being beaten into it by your dad whilst victim blaming you for dying in the first place. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN TO THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR FEELINGS FOR A CHANGE, DICK?!?)

- But like, BUT I DIGRESS aside....you know what was missing from all those monologues about how hard DICK'S death and ensuing year of basically exile from his loved ones was for EVERYONE BUT HIM?

We never got a single line of explanation as to what everyone else officially thinks even happened to him in the first place?

Like, did Bruce straight up just say oh bad news kids, your brother umm. Expired. Spontaneously. There's no one to blame, he just keeled over, its all very sad.

Is that how that went down?

You're telling me that the explanation of Dick's death didn't come with a single pointed finger at someone for this family of blame-happy vigilantes to like, BLAME for the loss of this brother they all mourned oh so much, they just couldn't help but blame him for all the hurt it caused them?

The family that in every other fic is like OBSESSED with avenging and being avenged and all things vengeful and even tangentially vengeance-y....like didn't ask for a single detail on whomst the fuck deprived us of our brother-having?

Where were the attempts on Luthor's life by Jason (who I mean, yeah I know it was in a previous continuity, but erasing that timeline doesn't erase my awareness of the time Dick killed Jason's murderer so like.....mmm, just saying, woulda been nice)....where was the rage directed at the Crime Syndicate and references to how seriously and personally the Batfam took making sure that they were PUNISHED for all this and would never be free to wreak havoc on their world or their family again? What did they tell Damian when he came back to life, and how are you going to tell me that this fraternal little ball of fury didn't aim himself like a cannonball at whomever the fuck had DARED take HIS Batman from him when Damian wasn't around to have his back?

Not only does everyone else's desire to be avenged start falling really flat the second you factor in hey maybe Dick feels "mmm what about MY avenging" sometimes, and why doesn't anyone ever care about doing that for him.....but also, y'know what REALLY sucks about the ONLY person we actually SEE being blamed for Dick's death and ensuing absence being like....Dick himself?

Not only were his family all super keen on making all of this HIS fault and HIM the bad guy because of how it made them all feeeeeeel (and meanwhile fuck his feelings, am I right Batfam hfaklshfklahfkla).....

They somehow found a way to justify prioritizing this OVER ever even getting around to blaming some villain for his death in the FIRST place, in the entire year or so they thought he was still dead!

Like, you couldn't come up with a single target in all that time, but Dick's back two seconds, and you don't even give him a chance to EXPLAIN before you're punching him, shutting him down with 'I expected better from you' and turning away with 'I don't want to hear it, why am I surprised Dick Grayson disappointed me again'?

afshklfhalfhalfhla

Make it make sense!

And like, it won't, cuz it doesn't, and it never will, and like I said at the top, the ONLY reason it all played out this way is because DC doesn't give a fuck about character development and deemed it necessary to go down this way for the sake of the plot (which was totes worth it, I mean, glad we sacrificed characters for this A+ plot which was clearly the greatest plot of all time and definitely justified every story choice made or not made around it loooool).

BUT.

BUT BUT BUT.

The problem isn't JUST that DC is stupid, even though that is an eternal mood and quite the problem.

Its that the SECOND large parts of fandom decided to play along with DC and just accept the story at face value, only add to it and play into it exactly as it happened in canon with no significant deviations, and like, heaping on the LITERAL abuse from Dick's siblings while ignoring the LITERAL abuse from his father....

THAT....is when all of this becomes relevant.

Because the second people decided TO engage with the reasoning DC gave for what Bruce did and how and what Dick did and how and just not mess with any of that and have it all play out exactly like that...

The second people are like, okay we're FINE with not just dismissing this story as OOC writing that doesn't make any sense, and actually VALIDATING it to various degrees by engaging with it as is....

That's when 'OOC writing' stops being an excuse or explanation for alllll of the above gaps in character logic and actions.

Because its like, when you had abundant chance to REJECT this story and say nope, this was bullshit from start to finish and I'm not here for it, when you were just as capable of transforming literally ANY aspect of this story you didn't like into something that made more sense to you....

And you chose not to.

That's.....accepting it as valid writing. You were like, okay, I'm game to just treat this as a thing that happened, just like they said that happened.

For the chance to give Dick shit for it, see. For the angst, see.

And that's when I'm like okay cool, so when engaging with this story as is and accepting it on face value and just delving into the characters as they were SHOWN interacting with and around these events......for the angst or whatever....

You guys just all decided en masse to just hop, skip and jump over allllllllll the opportunities for angst inherent in examining even ANY SINGLE ONE of the above lapses in judgment or hypocrisy on the parts of the characters (who don't get to be excused by OOC writing if you're not going to call the story an example of OOC writing, whoops).

And its just like, uh, what's up with that?

#lol thank you for this ask tho #I havent gone on a good Spyral rant in months #it does wonders for my pores

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catxsnow · 3 years

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DAMIAN WAYNE FLUFF ALPHABET

A/N: It was pointed out that this got deleted so here it is again! Damian is 18+

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Damian doesn't focus on the physical attributes of you, so he finds your personality the most attractive. If you can keep up with his wit then he knows that you're a keeper. However, he does find himself getting lost in your eyes quite often so he would have to say that he loves those the most. B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I'm gonna have to say no. Damian loves you and he doesn't believe that he needs kids to keep loving you. Maybe when the two of you are way older, but he doesn't see having kids for a very long time. He would be open to adoption when you guys are too old for having your own kids. C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Damian hated cuddling with you at first. He ran warm enough as it was and to have another body under the blankets? He was sweating. Once he got used to it, Damian liked when you laid on his chest and he could wrap his arms around you. D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Either ridiculously mundane or over the top extravagant there is no in between.

One time Damian took you across the world just to go hike and buy local delicacy. Another time he considered the grilled cheese sandwich Alfred made for you both a date. It really depends on what kind of occasion it is. E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

Damian says 'habibi, ya nour el ein' which means 'you're the light of my eye' in Arabic. F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It took Damian a long time to realize that he was in love. It's not easy for him to love someone after the way he was raised to opening up to you was a side that he didn't know he had.

He realized it one night when you were tending to his wounds as being Robin. You worked silently as you always did. Damian realized that if there was anyone he wished to stitch him up day in day out it was you. He broke that silence with an 'I love you' and you had nearly fucked up his wound even more with shock. G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Damian is gentle but he gets violent when he had nightmares. He never means to hurt you and you know that, but he always feels terrible when he sees that he left you with a bruise because of his rash actions while in his sleep. You never blame him for his nightmares, he's gone through so much as it is. H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Damian doesn't like to hold hands, especially in public. The only time that he will willing grab onto you hand is if he can tell that you're nervous about something. Otherwise, just standing next to you is enough. I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He didn't like you. Then again, he never liked anyone at first. J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Damian gets jealous for reason you never expect. He gets jealous of his brothers and when you spend time with any of them. He gets when Alfred the cat sits on you rather than him. He only got jealous at another man once and it didn't end well at all. He was all over the papers and Bruce nearly had a fit when he tried to fix what happened. K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You did. He was being an asshole and wouldn't shut up about something so you decided to make him quit talking in a different kind of way. Damian didn't complain about it though. L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

He did. You felt it first, but you never said anything until he felt comfortable enough to realize that he loved you too. M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory was when he was trying to teach you to draw. Damian held the utmost patience for you and he genuinely enjoyed spending that time with you. You spent the whole day practicing and looking for his approval. He loved everything you drew simply because it came from you. He still has your drawings hanging up. N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Yes. Without question he'll buy you everything that you could ever dream of. Being the heir to the throne of the League of Assassins and son of Bruce Wayne he got a lot of items that he didn't even need. He loves to spoil you with things. O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red. As calm and as patient as you were, you had a fiery side when it came to Damian being a brat. When he saw anything red, he always thought about the times that you called him out. P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Beloved (as every Damian fanfic has ever had) Habibti/Habibi (my love), Ameli (my hope) Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Damian is surrounded by tech all day. So when he takes to the time to read a good book, he's in his happy place. He's read all the great historic literature and has tried more modern books but didn't like them as much. R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Damian likes to draw on rainy days. He's got a great talent for it and doesn't get enough time to practice it. You'll be laying on his bed while he draws and the rain patters against the window. When you get lonely, you'll stare until he notices and then pout until he joins you in his bed. The half a drawing left no longer matter, he just wishes to hold you. S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Damian cheers himself up by training. He'll spend hours working out and training like he did back in the League. When he's finally wore himself out, he'll find you and pass out in your arms. That's all he needs.

When it comes to cheering you up, Damian became a great listener. He refrains from making snooty comments about the people that you are ranting about and tried to give a level headed solution to your problem. However, he's always ready to go petrify anyone that has made you upset. T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Damian's got a well-rounded knowledge about everything. He could talk to you about every war that's ever happened or how the earth works. When he's in a talkative mood, he loves to spill facts about everything that he knows. It's not a way of him being cocky, he's just genuinely excited to tell you things. U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Damian doesn't relax. But when he does, its when he's injured or forced to stay home. You'll baby him for the night and even though he seems mad about it, he enjoys it (only when it's from you, not anyone else). He'll get Alfred to bake you guys cookies and settle in for a movie of his picking. V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Damian's proud of everything he does. He's a show off particularly with his athleticism. He doesn't have one specific thing that he likes to show off, except maybe his art. W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Damian doesn't. X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Bloodflood by alt-j Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Nope. Damian doesn't see the need for you two to get married. He doesn't want some fancy wedding just to show off your love. As long as you know how much he loves you, then that's all that he cares about. If he were to get married, it would be something extremely lowkey. Your immediate family and his, that's its. No supers, no teams, nothing. Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Damian was ready to adopt a whole herd of cows do you really think that he's going to settle on just one more pet? No, he's gonna get every single helpless animal that he can.

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Batfam Headcanon: Pregnancy

✾ Request: Can I request a batfam headcanon? Batboys reactions when Kory says she’s pregnant of Mar’i. Btw love you page💕

✾ A/N: You teased me about dickkory, now you got a bible. That’s how it goes. Also, added Babs, Alfred and Bruce as bonus. And I’m glad you enjoy my work! Ps: I barely know Duke, tha’s why he doesn’t show up here.

✾ Disclaimer: Main relationship is Dick Grayson x Koriand’r. Mentions of Tim x Steph and Tim x Kon (kind of?). Check my Fandoms’ liist to see which Ships I’ll write for.

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Dick Grayson

I'm gonna use unpublished Nightwing #30 here: he and Kory had sex when he was getting ready for the agente stuff.

Once Agent 37 is off the deal, they end up finding each other again. A bit before Dick gets shoot.

And then, as usually it is between the acrobat and the alien princess, they do it again.

Over and over again.

She gets pregnant and finds out by the time Dick is amnesic.

Don't @ me DC would do that.

Kory flies towards Bludhaven & talks to him. It's not exactly successful. As he had said to Babs before, he didn't want his memories back. Ric was happy without Dick's conscience.

But Starfire isn't asking for her; it's about him, of course. He should be himself, he worked very hard through years to become who he truly was. But mostly, she begged him to come back because of a new addition to their lives.

Pregnant alien!!

At first, Ric Grayson doesn't believe it. Actually, part of him is aware that's true, he can feel it in the change inside his heart when he saw her; something similar to shame and adoration and excitement at once. Kory moved, talked, and seemed like someone he could love, be completely crazy about.

But he wasn't a father!

Koriand'r leaves, and Grayson is by himself again. Without his Gotham or Titans affiliates.

And, for the first time, there is no comfort in that.

He could tell she wasn't lying. Even though a part of his treacherous new mind tried to convince him otherwise.

Grayson's mind didn't know any gorgeous alien, let alone a pregnant with his child alien.

Yet, Dick felt like he had her in his veins. Just like he did with Bruce, Damian, Barbara, Donna, and the others. Tickles behind his skin, a red alarm for a memory that was long lost. But the sensation of keeping it somewhere remained inside him.

Although, when it came to the redhead princess, the warmth inside him was more intense.

Dick was going to be a father. He didn't even know his whole self and would be needed to take care of someone else. Someone small, part of him, and the legacy of the Flying Grayson's. Besides, he didn't even actually remember the mother of his kid.

didn't even remember making the kid.

He calls Bruce. Telling him to bring the antidote that Barbara was keeping if he wanted his memories back.

Not for him, not because it was the right thing, not because of everyone who claimed to love him cried for Dick to do that. Not even because of familiar senses holding into him every time he interacted with someone from his past.

But because he was going to be a father.

This decision was for his child.

When Bruce, Babs, and Damian ask why, he doesn't answer.

He remembers now, and he needs to find Kory.

It's scary, exciting, and the biggest surprise she ever gave to him-- even more scandalous than the day she fell on earth and kissed him.

A dad! He would be a dad!

Jason Todd

It all started off as an unusual ordinary day;

Roy got himself in trouble, Jason went to help him and the little problem became a bigger situation. Roy called Kory and a few minutes later, the situation was replaced by dust and fire smell. No one died, but it was enough to make the villains leave.

In the middle of ''What the fuck they wanted?" & "Who were they?" wonders, the original Outlaws heard a familiar motorcycle's noise which made Jason huff, Roy arch eyebrows and Kory confused.

Dick Grayson was there.

He was hysterical, blue eyes flaming with worry and relief towards Kory. Between their couple discussion and the others attempt to understand what was going on

Were they back together? Did dick know about the outlaws' way and was sticking his nose where it didn't belong? Did the titans need kory urgently?

Until 'pregnant' left Dick's lips, being followed by Kory's chaotic scream of "Just because I am pregnant, it does not mean I can not fight!"

Roy just had to get closer to them and explain that it would make no good to go through stressful situations, especially if he got it right.

A deep breath would be taken, and then Dick would apologize to Kory, saying he was just really scared for both of them. She'd look at her Outlaw friends and curve the corner of her lips-- that Kory smile that translate into 'I've seen hell and chose to use its flames to warm up the cold places of my heart.'

‘’Jason, Roy. . . I am expecting a baby.’’

Meanwhile, Jason was taking off his helmet and glaring at his friends with a perplexed look on his face. Also, a slightly desire of punching Dick. Last time he had heard of their relationship, it was about both of them avoiding each other, his older brother telling him to take care of Kory and Jason calling Dick an idiot. Yeah, he had to have a chat with him later.

For now, Roy was pulling him and Kory into a group hug.

Almost felt like their old times together.

Roy: Outlaw baby!! / Dick: Excuse me?

Tim Drake

Okay, okay. First of all, he wasn't planning on seeing any member of his family for a quite while. Not that Tim didn't want to, he was just really running out of time. Being Young Justice's leader was a full time job, and he wanted to be excellent at it.

But things don't always pass by as they were settle to. Therefore, when a disaster happens and Conner, of all people, gets hurt, Tim is in a delicate state of mind.

Drake is smart. He knows it isn't just about Conner. It's all the small things he's been keeping since Gotham.

Not enough sleep, but a certain amount of coffee to make his hands shake when it's late enough for the sun to come out weakly. His relationship with Steph is growing with disagreements from both lives; heroic and urban. His best friend is hurt because he analyzed too much a situation instead of telling his team what to do, so they made their independent choices. A dumb mistake, the kind that Batman would be disappointed of. Tim himself was biting his own neck about it. How could he be a leader? He should be better than that.

And then, he made a call. Because of all things he might be and might not be, he wasn't Batman.

Tim had friends, and a brother that would know what he was going through.

And he knew how to ask for help sometimes.

Dick comes by as fast as possible. They go to the roof and talk it out.

"Remember that they aren't just your team, Tim," He would say, a tranquil smile on his face. It's so similar to how he explained his relationship with the Titans when Drake was still Robin years ago. "They are your family. It's impossible for you not to be affected when they get hurt or something goes wrong. But they are alive. They still trust you. They believe, and need you. You need to give yourself some credit, and do your best for them."

OF COURSE Tim is stubborn about that because Dick is Dick and he basically grew with the Titans, it wasn't the same thing. He didn't have his older brother's skills to command, communicate, etc.

It was scary.

"Yet, Tim, a lot of things are scary. But you have to keep going. For who needs saving. For yourself. For the people you love."

His tone is too sentimental, even for Dick's big brother moments.

"You need to find something to fight for. That's how you keep going, even when you make mistakes. Good news, you already have it. "

Tim: Yeah, I think so. . . You came back to the Titans? I still have access to the computers.

Dick: Yeah, no. Kind if. It's complicated.

Tim: "Complicated? Like. . . Alien kind of complication?"

Dick: "You should know about that, huh?"

BLUSHING, STUTTERING TIM. Cutting it because I already mentioned Steph, but I couldn't miss this opportunity ok.

Dick just laughs about it.

"Starfire isn't complicated, but yeah. We are still deciding if we will keep in the Titans or if we are going to Bludhaven for now."

"It sounds serious, even permanent."

"As permanent as a baby can be."

HHSHHSUSJJSIUSIE

BABY?

IS SHE PREGNANT??

Yeah, Tim was pretty wake, and shaking, and his brain felt like burning right now.

OH MY-- DICK

He was going to be a FATHER.

"YOU ARE GONNA BE A PARENT!"

But then, Dick was the older one and the best with kids.

"WAIT, SHE WILL BE HALF ALIEN. An hybrid. In nature, two different but similar species can procreate, but their kid can't have kids. Do you think--"

"Tim, calm down. Can you at least give me congratulations before talking about my unborn child's probable infertility?"

Damian Wayne

He knew Kory and Dick had been seeing each other again.

Therefore, making one of them notice his presence before showing up was necessary.

He didn't want to accidentally see profanity between his brother figure and his team's current leader, thank you.

After an obvious noise, he got in Dick's apartment.

As expected, Starfire was there.

She was standing up, and Grayson and looking at her tearful, while holding her belly.

It wasn't possible.

Grayson wouldn't be that irresponsible, would he?

Of course he would.

" So, I supposed Starfire either has a deadly bellyache, or you two are procreating. "

He is mildly fearing that Dick won't have much time for him, but that's a matter for another time.

BONUS!

Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth

Dick visits the manor with Kory someday.

He had to give the news or Batman would end up knowing anyway.

Honestly, it wasn't about that. He actually wanted to tell Bruce about his baby.

Alfred was there when they exchanged greetings, politely as usual.

‘'We are having a baby.'’

Listen, Bruce knows how to keep his emotions under his skin, but his eldest son being a father?

This must be the most real expression he has showed in years, and it's full of emotions; he is content, and surprised, and worried.

Some would say that Alfred was tearfully, but kept his posture. Master Bruce really made it. Obstacles, of course, even more than necessary at times. Yet, he was going to be a grandfather, and master Dick was becoming a father.

Gotham had a sunny day for once.

Barbara Gordon

If it's not Kory and Babs' baby, she will be aunt Babs

Something happens, help becomes needed.

Nightwing shows up in the middle of the combat, he was in Gotham to talk to Bruce & Alfred & Damian, anyway.

Batman dispersed him, though.

And Batgirl was confused by Batman's choice, especially after listening to his explanation:

"Nightwing, this is more dangerous than our usual job. I will take Robin and Batgirl. You have more urgent thinks to be taken care of. "

The dynamic duo leaves and there is just two long time friends.

It doesn't take a half second for Barbara to notice Dick hiding something.

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

"All right, Dick Grayson. What did you do?"

"Apparently, a baby."

????????????

"He has been ditching me since he learned about Kory's pregnancy."

"KORY'S WHAT!?"

"You didn't even tell me you two were back together!"

"You lost your virginity to an attractive alien and now she is pregnant with your child. That is. . . Surprising."

"I am really happy for you, Dick."

"Thank you, Babs. . . You know what? Maybe it's time to actually introduce you to Kory."

Communicator ringing.

"After I take care of something. Go home, dad."

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hips don’t lie (shakira shakira)

a crack fic born of a typo, and enabled by discord (shout out to the C&C discord server!! y’all are amazing.) also, it was a motivational gift for a friend. and a huge thanks to Bumpkin for being my beta on this fic!

title from Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie”.

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Teen 1,895 words Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne part of my batkids shenanigans series

Summary:

Tim breaks a hip. Dick and Jason fight for the right of sitting shotgun. Barbara is the Actual Best. And Bruce is Suffering.

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Tim leaned back against the wall in his cell and waited. He certainly wasn’t going to escape at the moment – not after some goon had slammed a metal bat into his hip. Standing wasn’t going to happen, much less fighting. As it was, Tim could block out the pain while sitting down and not moving. He’d dragged his body out of the desert after he was stabbed in the spleen, he could ignore this pain.

The sound of shattering glass and indistinct yelling brought a grin to his face. Ah, his rescue had arrived. Who did they send this time? The gunfire that broke out could mean Jason, or the goons had guns. Maybe both. The only guarantee was that it wasn’t Damian. He had a final paper due in the morning for school and Bruce ordered him off patrol.

The commotion lasted all of ten minutes. After another couple of minutes, something banged on the other side of the door.

“Hey Red, yell if you’re in here,” called Dick. After a second, he squawked, “What was that for?”

“He might be unconscious and can’t fucking answer,” Jason snarked.

Huh, both of them to the rescue. “I’m conscious,” he yelled. The lock clicked and his two older brothers strolled in, the keys dangling from the lock.

“Oh good,” Jason drawled, “then you can explain why the fuck you didn’t escape on your own.” He tossed Tim an extra comm, which he immediately put in.

Tim hummed. “I mean, it might have something to do with the metal bat that some asshole caught me in the hip with.”

Both men paused, just as Bruce appeared in the doorway. Tim knew his eyebrow was raised expectantly under the cowl. Tim looked straight at him and said, “I’m not very hip.”

In the background, Dick started snickering as Jason choked on his laughter. Bruce, though – Bruce went still. Bat still – the kind he only got in two situations. One, if he was about to drop into a fight. Two, when one of his kids made an exceptionally bad joke. The second often came before the Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad. “Your hip is injured,” he inferred, returning to the matter at hand. “What else can you tell us about the injury?”

Smirking, he complained, “Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”

The snickering turned into near-hysterical giggles. Jason was wheezing under the helmet. And there was the Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad.

“Someone call Life Alert!” Dick gasped out through his giggling.

“Fucking hell, kid,” Jason managed. “You little fucking shit. We were worried about your goddamn ass, and here you are, making shitty jokes like you’re Nightwing.”

“Hey!”

Bruce shook his head. “Your hip might be broken. Let’s–”

Dick cut off their father. “That’s so sad,” he choked out past his widening grin, “Oracle, play ‘Hips Don’t Lie’.”

Bruce froze. Tim watched with glee as Jason sunk to the floor, his wheezing turning into the high-pitched keening of someone laughing without air. And then – because Babs was the Actual Best – the song started playing over the comm line.

Ah, there it was: the second Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad, almost entirely drowned out by Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie”.

“Why,” he asked, long-suffering. “Why do you do this to me? Just… you two, get to the Batmobile. I'll get Red.”

Tim raised an eyebrow behind the mask. “You’re the one that chose to be a father. Really, you should have expected this.”

Bruce tilts his head, his own equivalent of a raised eyebrow when he’s in the cowl. “Oh, I’m supposed to expect my children to reference memes and make jokes when one has broken a hip. That’s what I was supposed to be prepared for, when I decided to take in a grieving child. The parenting books never warned me about that.” He leaned down and tried to carefully pick Tim up, as Tim gritted his teeth against the pain. In the background, “Hips Don’t Lie” faded away.

Over the comm, Jason scoffed. “As if you ever read any parenting books.”

“I know for a fact that you didn’t,” Dick added. “Agent A made enough pointed comments about it that I know you didn’t. Also, I call shotgun.”

“You can have shotgun over my cold, dead body, you dick!” Jason snapped.

“First of all, stop joking about your death! Second of all, fuck you, you know the rules! Hood, get back here! I fucking called shotgun as soon as the Batmobile was in view, respect the fucking rules!”

“You’ll have to drag me out!”

“Red Robin gets shotgun,” Batman cut in.

Tim looked at Bruce blankly. “One, Red Robin is staying out of this, as one of them has already tried to kill me before. Two, Red Robin has a broken hip and needs to be in the backseat, because there is no way in hell I can sit upright very well right now.”

“For shame, B,” Dick sighed. “Hood, I swear to fucking god, get the fuck out of shotgun! Batmaaaaan, Hood isn’t following the ruuuules!”

Tim felt the Heavy Sigh that time. Damn, three in one night? They were doing pretty well. “That’s not really anything new, though, is it?” Tim snarked.

“You wanna fuckin’ go, punk?” Jason called back.

Closer now, Tim could see as Dick shook his head in over-dramatic disappointment. “I can’t believe you, Hood. Breaking the Sacred Rules of Calling Shotgun. Threatening to fight a kid with a broken hip. What would Agent A say?”

“Oh shit.” Tim whispered, grinning, “you’re gonna be in trouble.”

Jason growled back over the line, apparently kicking out at Dick from his spot in shotgun. “Fuck you, I’m an adult!”

Someone hummed on the comm line. “Would you care to repeat that?” Alfred said, as calmly as ever.

At the same time, Dick grabbed Jason’s leg to pull him from the Batmobile. Both things caused Jason to squawk as he landed on his ass on the ground. “No, Agent A. Sorry, Agent A. Hey, that is not fair, I got there first! I have longer legs, and you’re gonna stick me in the back?!”

Bruce stopped for a second, watching the chaos of Dick trying to get into the passenger seat by climbing over Jason, who was still laying on the ground, while Jason kept grabbing his legs and pulling him back out. Tim watched Bruce, waiting. Wondering.

Bruce inhaled and–

Jason and Dick both froze as they heard the fourth Heavy Sigh of the night.

“Is… is that a record?” Jason asked, in a reverent whisper.

“I don’t know,” Dick replied, just as awed.

Tim smirked. “Robin and I have managed seven in one night.”

“What?!” Dick shrieked.

“How?!”

Bruce only looked tiredly upon his eldest sons. “Robin and Red Robin,” he said, as though that was enough explanation. Tim had to admit, it kind of was. No need to mention that it was only for show now, more for the purpose of antagonizing their family than anything else. Cass knew, because Cass always knew, but she only giggled whenever she witnessed their fights.

Jason and Dick stared at each other, Dick’s leg still caught in Jason’s grasp. “We can probably get at least five before we get back to the Cave,” Dick muttered lowly, as though the comm wasn’t picking up everything he said.

“Done,” Jason said. “But I still got here first so stop trying to claim shotgun.”

“Hmmm, nope. I called it as soon as the Batmobile was in view. Them’s the rules, little brother.”

Jason snarled. “I’m taller than you! I need the extra leg space more!”

“You are barely taller than me, and not enough to really matter for leg space.”

Batman carefully put Tim down so he was stretched out along the length of the backseat and climbed in the driver's seat. “How is it,” he began, “that Red Robin, your younger brother, is acting more mature than both of you.”

Jason and Dick both stared at Bruce in utter betrayal. Then Jason looked back at Dick. “Go share the backseat with Red, you’re the oldest. He’s in pain. He needs his big brother to tell him it’s okay.”

“God no,” Tim muttered. He did not want Dick’s smothering right now.

Dick gasped, head snapping to stare at Tim. “Holy shit, I didn’t even think about that! Red, does it hurt a lot? You need a hug.”

Plans for revenge were already forming in Tim’s mind as Dick climbed in the backseat with him, letting Tim lean back against him. Dick’s arms wrapped around Tim in what some considered a hug and others considered an inescapable hold. A hand was already carding through his hair and his oldest brother reassured him that they’d be back at the Cave soon. Jason was snickering from the passenger seat.

Dick needed a distraction.

“Hey, O?” Tim asked, “Can you connect to the Batmobile? You probably already know what I’m thinking.”

“Sure thing Red,” Barbara smirked. He knew she did – he could hear it. Through the speakers in the car, “Hips Don’t Lie” started playing, again.

Tim didn’t miss Bruce’s hands tightening on the steering wheel, probably refraining from sighing again. Of course, now that he knew they were actively trying to antagonize him, it was going to be a lot harder.

As Tim expected, with Shakira blaring out of the speakers, Dick and Jason joined in on the singing. Loudly and off-key. A grin stretched across his face. Normally, he’d join in, but the pain was a bit too much for him to do that. That was fine, Bruce was getting twitchy enough as it was.

There was still no sigh yet, though. No matter how terribly Dick and Jason sang along, even going so far as to be off-beat, Bruce only twitched. At least, until the Spanish came.

“You know Spanish,” Bruce whispered, pained, as Jason sang English words that sounded just similar enough. Dick was doing the same, but without coordination, they were singing different words, creating the sound of pure chaos. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You only have yourself to blame,” Tim snickered.

The fifth Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad cut the awful singing off so Dick and Jason could scream their victory. Tim regretted nothing as he slammed his head back into Dick’s chin.

“Ow! Reeed, whyyyy?” Dick whined, leaning his head back away from Tim.

Tim would have twisted around to glare at him if that didn’t seem like a Bad Plan. “You yelled in my fucking ear! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“We’re here,” Bruce called desperately, dragging himself out of the car. “Please, boys, please. Just… stop. It’s been a long night. Take pity on your old man.”

“Eh, I’m gonna go the fuck to sleep anyway,” Jason shrugged as he climbed out. “We succeeded in our goal. Have fun with the broken hip, Timmers! Night!” Tim watched him go, incredulous. A broken hip wasn’t what he’d call “fun” – despite the jokes and references that could be made.

Dick helped Bruce get him out of the car, and then smirked. “Your new ringtone is ‘Hips Don’t Lie’, just so you know. Night, Timmy!”

Tim watched his brothers leave, beginning to twitch himself. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“You’ll never be hip again,” deadpanned Bruce.

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“From Something to Nothing to Something” - Part 4

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Alfred Pennyworth x Reader

Word Count: 2,000-ish

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Depression type things, cursing(?)

Summary: After an apartment robbery changes your life, you find out how lucky you are.

Author’s Note: I know Alfred isn’t a high demand character, but I loved his arch and how they portrayed him in the show. I hope you enjoy!

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After a few months, you wished that you could say “I have a better apartment, a better job, and I feel safer than before!”

Only one of those things is true.

You were still living in Wayne Manor. It was beautiful as always, but you hadn’t anticipated living there for more than a month or so. You felt as if you had been taking advantage of Bruce’s generosity even though he always said that it was no problem. You had even tried to give him or Alfred money for groceries, bills, gas, or even just for their willingness to help and house you. They always refused your money. If you ever managed to sneak some money into one of their coat or pant pockets, that money always found itself back on your bedside table.

As for your job, almost a week after moving in with Bruce and Alfred, Oswald’s club had been taken over by Barbra Kean and Tabitha Galavant and is now called “the Sirens.” So needless to say, you were unemployed. You helped out as much as you could around the house while applying for jobs all over Gotham. Hoping something would catch. But so far it was just a lot of “We’ve decided to go with someone else” or “We’re sorry but…” type of emails and phone calls.

With all of the negatives that sprang into your life recently, you could at least say that you felt safer than before.

Wayne Manor was so hushed and far away compared to the constant cars and sirens and people that you had gotten used to. Between the silence and the isolation from the rest of the city, it put you on edge for the first few weeks. But once you got comfortable being there again, it became more and more safe.

Some days were easier than others when it came to motivating yourself. You tried to hide the bad days from Bruce and Alfred. But sometimes it was hard to do that.

Today was one of the harder days.

You had been able to get up and open the curtains and grab your sketchbook, but nothing more than that. Some doodles were scattered on a page while you stayed in bed staring off into space and zoning out. You knew you needed to get up and do something productive today or at least eat, but your lack of energy kept you under your covers with no concept of time until Alfred knocked on your bedroom door.

“(Y/N)? You alive in there?”

“Shit. Yeah! Hang on!” You hadn’t expected anyone for a little bit. You could have sworn that Bruce said they had a meeting at Wayne Enterprises this morning. You shuffled to the door and tried to prepare an “okay” look on your face.

“Good morning, Alfie! What are you doing here? I thought there was a meeting?”

“There was. It was at 11 o’clock.” Alfred looked down at his watch. “It’s now 2 in the afternoon.” You grabbed his wrist to look at the time yourself, then looking back at the clock on your nightstand to make sure you were seeing things right. You ran both of your hands over your face and through your hair as you let out a groaned sigh.

“Goddamnit.”

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” You quickly plastered a small smile on your face in an attempt to make yourself sound true.

“Of course. I just lost track of the day. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Alfred lifted the back of his hand to your forehead to feel for any sign of fever. When he found nothing, he opened the door more and made his way to sit on the side of your bed.

“Well something is off, so you might as well tell me now before it gets worse, yeah?”

Alfred pat the space next to him and you shuffled over and plopped next to him, laying on your back while he sat upright. There was a moment of silence as Alfred thought over his next action carefully. While you weren’t looking, he reached out for your hand and took it in his, brushing his thumb over the back of it comfortingly. You already felt tears starting to sting your eyes as you held on a little tighter to his hand and shut your eyes.

After a moment of silence, all you could muster was, “This sucks.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I am thankful for everything you and Bruce have done for me. But I feel like I’m stuck and I have no idea where life is going at the moment and that equally terrifies me and makes me upset. It’s got me asking myself, `What's the point?’ some days. At least when I was working for Penguin, I felt like I was contributing to something. Whether I was contributing to something good or bad was not my choice, but I was still doing something. Now I don’t even have the chance to produce much of anything.”

“You do plenty here.” With your eyes closed, you couldn’t tell that Alfred was watching your face as you tried to hold in some emotions. “You help cook and clean. I’m sure without you cooking sometimes Bruce and I would miss a meal when we get too involved in our work. Not to mention you have kept Master B in check plenty of times while I’ve had my back turned.”

“I guess. But I still feel so small. I mean, I went from growing really quickly with Oswald and Butch at the bar because of my ability to learn and adapt quickly, to then having everything taken from me. And I couldn’t even go back to work because this is Gotham and nothing is really permanent.”

A brief silence left your words hanging in your head. Another tear slipped as you let out a shaky breath. Alfred saw, but didn’t say anything, he just kept holding your hand and trying to comfort you the best he could.

“Starting over isn’t easy for anyone, (Y/N). All of us have had to restart more than we expected these days. You just have to be patient and take things as they come. And you have a support system behind you, ready to help with whatever you need.”

You really didn’t want to cry in front of Alfred, which made your throat clench with unshed cries. All you could muster was an approving nod. A minute of comfortable silence drifted as you regained your breath and felt your chest loosen. Alfred kissed the back of your hand, your skin heating up at the unexpected but welcomed affection, before standing up and offering his hand out to you. Sitting up, you tilted your head slightly.

“C’mon, you. Since you haven’t been out of bed all day, I’m assuming you haven’t eaten. So,” Alfred stepped forward, grabbing both of your hands as you scooted towards the edge of the bed, pulling you up with a smile, “up ya’ go!”

You didn’t expect to be lifted so quickly and almost effortlessly, meaning you easily lost your balance. You laughed as you bumped into Alfred, his hands quickly moving from yours to your waist to keep you from falling back into bed, your smile not fading.

Seeing you smile like this made Alfred’s heart grow, forming a smile on his own face. Having you in his arms was something he wasn’t sure would happen outside of a normal hug. It made his heart beat so loud that he was sure you could feel it from your palms on his chest. Before he could get too into his own head, he spoke.

“Shall we then?”

The two of you walked to the kitchen, you tried to help cook or at least clean some of the dishes from their breakfast earlier this morning, but Alfred just moved you to the nearby chair. While he had his back turned to put the kettle on and start preparing lunch for everyone, you snuck on some light background music. It was an album of classics: Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, et cetera. You hummed along as you flipped through a nearby cookbook. You heard a soft chuckle from Alfred. “You got a problem with my music choices, Alfie?”

“Not at all, miss! Just amazed that you know some of these.”

“You forget that my parents lived off of artists like these.”

“Very true.”

Alfred was working on making tea for the two of you when you slid to the other side of the stove and took over grilling some veggies for whatever he had in store for lunch. He just gave you a look before fixing your tea exactly how you liked it. Instead of handing it to you when the veggies finished cooking, he set it on the table where he sat you moments ago. You sat down and he took the pan of vegetables off the heat, then finished preparing his own cup.

When he turned around, you were staring at the mug of tea, your eyes starting to get glassy. He walked closer, putting a hand on your shoulder as he sat in the seat next to you.

“Everything alright, miss?” You jumped, not realizing how far into your thoughts you were.

“Yeah. I just.. I wasn’t expecting this mug.”

“Right. I hope you don’t mind. Detective Gordon called the earlier, asking how you were doing. He also said that your old landlord was renting out your space despite everything going on. So Bruce and I went over after the meeting at Wayne Enterprises and got the last of your things out. I thought it would be a nice thing to see that mug again.” Alfred paused, trying to read your reaction. When it didn’t change, Alfred worried he had messed up. “But if it reopened any wound or anything, I can get a different--”

“No. It’s fine. It’s actually perfect.” You swiped a tear off your cheek before reaching for Alfred’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, Alfie.”

“Anything for you, luv.” Alfred gently squeezed your hand back.

Something inside of you wanted to just throw every bit of hesitation out the window and kiss him for being so sweet towards you. You felt as if you both were on the same page, but too scared to keep going. You shifted your focus when you saw movement behind Alfred’s shoulder.

“Hey, Bruce!” Alfred pat your hand before letting go, rising and making his way back to lunch preparations. You smiled at Bruce and quickly wiped whatever remaining wetness was around your eyes.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N)! Are you alright?”

“Yes. Just got a bit emotional over a silly mug.” You chuckled hearing yourself. Bruce smiled. “Come sit! Tell me how the meeting went!”

Alfred looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of you talking with Bruce. You were always so good with him despite an age gap. It was another part of you that made Alfred’s heart yearn for you.

If only he could tell you how he felt.

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avis-writeshq · 5 years

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Damian Wayne x Reader: Bully Part 3

Thank you @strawbeari2 and anon for requesting! This series is going quite a long way >.<… this is probably gonna be the longest and the last part! Oh, I forgot to mention, this is also the first fic of the Christmas in July series. I haven’t gotten the prompt list out yet, but feel free to request something with that theme! xoxo

Requested: Yes

Warnings: crap writing… and a lot of fluff *cough*

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,664

Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(B/F/N): Best Friend’s Name

***

“I didn’t know you were into art,” you said as you walked around the art gallery. Each painting either had a strange burst of colour or was black and white in a depressing way. Maybe that’s why Damian liked art so much…

“It’s a way to express my… non-existent feelings,” Damian shrugged in a poor attempt to make a joke. To his surprise, you let out a giggle.

“Was that supposed to be a joke?”

“Perhaps.”

You let out a laugh, covering your mouth when a man gave you an irritated look. “What’s gotten into you today? Calling me nicknames, taking me to an art gallery, telling jokes… are you sure you’re not sick, Dami?”

“Why would I be sick?” He raised an eyebrow. “I am me, aren’t I?”

“Yeah… but you’ve never really seemed to enjoy talking to me,” you shrugged, offering a slanted smile. “I didn’t think we were friends.”

Damian could feel the guilt beginning to eat the insides of him. It was true; he didn’t want to enjoy the way you spent time with him. But you slowly began to grow on him. “Why wouldn’t we be friends?”

You looked up at him, biting your lip. “You’re right. It’s silly. Hey, why don’t we go check out the Christmas art edition?”

“Of course,” Damian nodded, gently holding onto your wrist. “Let’s go.”

***

Ever since the incident with the bullies 3 years ago, Damian promised himself that he was never going to go to his brothers for help. That was definitely a promise he could get behind… or so he thought. Truthfully, Damian had no idea about love or what a ‘crush’ even was. But there was no way he was going to be able to talk about it without another finding out. So, he decided to ask them all at the same time.

It was a peaceful evening at Wayne Manor, and for once they were all present for Christmas break. Well, Dick was in another room playing with Batcow. They sat at the dining table, all talking heartily amongst themselves. Well, Jason was on his phone while Tim and Bruce talked about statistics and whatnot. Just as Alfred was about to hand out the entrees, Damian decided to speak.

“How do you know if you’re in love?”

Silence. The whole room was filled with silence. They all gaped at him like he had two heads while Damian just raised an eyebrow at them. It was only when there was a loud ‘crash’ from the room Dick was in and a huge, “WHAT?!” did they start to freak out.

Dick came running from the next room, holding onto Damian’s shoulders while shaking him rapidly. “YOU’RE IN LOVE?!”

Damian scoffed, pulling away from his older brother’s grasp. “Who knows? Clearly not you, Grayson, considering the mountain of girls you brought home over the years. I don’t expect you to know.”

The older man pouted, shooting a glare at him. “I have fallen in love before…”

“Damian, what brought this along?” His father prompted, taking a sip from his wine. “Is everything okay at school?”

The green-eyed boy shrugged. “School is fine, Father. It was merely a question that I would like to be addressed. Surely you have felt it with Selina Kyle. Or Drake with Stephanie.”

“Well, Stephanie and I are definitely in the ‘in love’ stage by now,” Tim snickered from behind his hand. “But how do you know? I guess you just… feel it.”

Oh, Damian definitely felt it. Every single time you walked into the room, it felt as if his heart skipped a beat. And your smile? Dear god, he needed help. You were one of the most amazing things he has ever encountered. You were persistent, and it almost annoyed him in a weirdly adorable way.

“I’ve never been in love,” Jason boasted, a proud smirk on his face.

“Oh, really? What about Ari?” Dick raised an eyebrow, a teasing tone in his voice.

The gun enthusiast scowled, scooping pumpkin soup from his bowl.

“Right…” Damian said slowly. “Well, if I may be excused, I’m going to train.”

“You haven’t finished dinner yet,” Bruce pointed out, putting down his napkin. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m fine.” And with that, Damian left the dining room.

“Yeah, he’s totally in love,” Tim said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“But with who?”

***

The following weekend, Damian invited you over to the manor. Dick had just come back to Gotham a few days prior, and you definitely wanted to see the whole Wayne family in one go. You clearly didn’t know about their ‘nightly activities’, and Damian was perfectly fine with it. After all, there was no way he could risk your safety.

“How many times have I been to your mansion again?” You giggled, rolling your eyes as Damian listed off possible things that could happen during your stay.

“Too many to count,” he sighed, grip tightening on the bag of presents you brought. “But you know what they’re like when they’re all together.”

“Yeah, I do not want to re-live that,” you said, faking a shudder.

Last year when the whole family was back together, you decided to visit them during the Easter Holidays. Jason had come back from his holiday in Arizona (truthfully, it was nothing close to a holiday) and Dick was visiting from Bludhaven. It was the first time you’ve seen them all together, and it was much livelier than you expected. They all practically trampled you before you could even take a step into the household, and you were sure Tim was scared for life when he accidentally walked into the bathroom when you were doing your business. At least now you were slightly more prepared to see them all. Always bring three extra locks to the bathroom.

“Just be prepared, okay, (N/N)?” He sighed.

“When have I not?” A smirk played at your lips as you looked up at him innocently.

It was getting colder and colder, so you were relieved when you finally saw the familiar evergreen trees that were in front of Wayne Manor. Quickening your pace, you arrived at their doorstep, Damian right behind you. Pressing on the doorbell, you waited. It wasn’t even 5 seconds later when there was a loud ‘screech!’ and a loud crash. You were sure you heard Mr. Pennyworth let out a yowl as well.

“(Y/N)! We were… expecting someone else!” Jason said in a very straightforward way.

You raised an eyebrow, turning to Damian whose cheeks became very pink. And you weren’t sure if it was from the cold. “As much as I am curious to know who you were expecting, can you please let me inside? I have presents, and unless you want to miss out on them, I suggest stepping to the side.”

Almost immediately, all 3 of them took a step to the left and formed a straight line. “You’re the only one who can get them to do that,” Damian said, eyes glistening in admiration. “I’ll take your bags upstairs if you would like.”

“I can take them up,” you said softly. “But I am definitely taking the presents. Strangely enough, I don’t trust you.”

“That wounds me, (N/N),” the boy said, rolling his eyes and placing a hand on his heart.

You let out a laugh, poking him on the nose before snatching the plastic bag out of his hands. “Au revoir, humans!” You yelled, before climbing up the stairs, Damian watching you go.

Meanwhile, Tim, Jason, and Dick were watching your interactions, sly smirks growing on their faces. Tim was the first to speak up, “Oh, I see it now. You’re in love with (Y/N).”

Damian scoffed at him, crossing his arms over his chest. “TT, you really do surprise me with your idiocy, Drake. I assure you, (Y/N) and I are just friends.”

“So why do you call her (N/N)?” Dick asked cheekily.

“And why did you offer to take her bags?” Jason smirked.

“I thought you wanted me to have a better connection with (L/N),” Damian grumbled. “There’s just no pleasing you.”

Later that night, you were seated in the dining room of Wayne Manor. From the corner of your eye, you saw Tim whisper something to Bruce who nodded. “Apologies, (Y/N), but we must leave for the night. There’s been an emergency at Wayne Enterprises.”

You frowned at these words. “On Christmas Week?”

“Unfortunately,” Jason said with mock sympathy. “We’ll be back before you know it, kid. Besides, Damian will be there.”

At that, the said boy almost dropped his fork, shooting a not-so-subtle glare at his older brother. “Of course I will be.”

“Oh…” you nodded in understanding, “well, have fun!”

Before long, you and Damian agreed to watch a movie after he took a shower and got everything ready. While you waited, you scrolled through the news on your laptop. So far, nothing was interesting until your gaze fell at one particular article. ‘Batman and his Associates Spotted While Fighting Poison Ivy’. Curiosity overtook you and you scanned through the article.

‘At 7:48 on the 21st of December, Batman and his associates, Red Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing were spotted fighting the famed villain Poison Ivy’. You furrowed your eyebrows as you read the first sentence. 7:48 at night? That was 10 minutes after Bruce and the others excused themselves this evening. And, hold on a minute, Nightwing was meant to be in Bludhaven, not Gotham. So what was he doing here? And where in tarnation was Robin, the vigilante who saved you months prior?

A salty feeling was left in your mouth. There was no way Bruce Wayne could be Batman, could there? And, if he was Batman, that meant Dick was Nightwing, Red Robin was Tim and Red Hood was Jason. But that meant… a chill ran down your spine. Damian, your Damian, was Robin? The vigilante known for fighting and putting himself in danger? No, that was impossible! Or… was it?

Your stomach lurched at the thought. Wait. You had to find some solid proof that they were the masked vigilantes everyone knew and (probably?) loved. The most questionable thing was: where was the Bat Cave? In their basement? You snickered at the thought. No, that was a little out of the ordinary. You would have seen it at some point. Unless…

Out of all the books in Bruce’s study, there was only one that didn’t have any dust on it. Curiously, you pulled the book towards you and in almost an instant, the wall opened up. You gaped at the hole in the wall, looking around to see if Damian was anywhere. He didn’t seem to be following you… using the flash on your phone as a torch, you slowly walked down the stairs. When your feet met even ground, you were met with a swarm of bats. Waving your arms around like a mad man, you ran around the bat cave multiple times, only to run into a very tall sturdy thing. Oh, wait. This isn’t good.

“What are you doing here?” Damian asked, looking down on you. You flinched. Now you were definitely scared.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Robin?” Your voice was nothing but a mere whisper and you could hear the blood pounding in your ears.

“How did you find out?”

“I connected the dots,” you said coldly, regretting it almost instantly, “I know that Tim is Red Robin, Jay is Red Hood and Dick is Nightwing. And I know that Bruce is Batman.”

Damian shut his eyes tightly, wishing that this was all a bad dream. “You weren’t supposed to know.”

“Why not?” You countered, frowning at him. “I would have found out sooner or later. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to keep you safe.” The way he said it… your heart thundered in your chest as you looked up at his emerald green eyes. “I didn’t want to make you into a target.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you muttered before letting out a dry laugh. “How do you think I feel? You’re the one running around putting yourself in danger.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me, (N/N). You’re always putting people in front of yourself and it scares me sometimes.” His mind wandered back to the time he saved you, and from the look in your eyes, he could tell that you were, too.

“Well, you do that too, don’t you?” You gave a lopsided smile. “I’m sorry.”

“For finding out?” Damian shook his head, “don’t be. Now, come on, I prepared your favourite movie.”

“The Nutcracker?” You giggled. “I thought you forgot.”

“I never forget.” He offered you a hand which you gratefully took.

“Damian,” you said softly, looking up at him, “why do you care so much?”

Why did he care so much? “Because… because you didn’t give up on me.”

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand a little tighter as you walked up the stairs from the Bat Cave. “I’ll never give up on you, Dami. You mean too much to me.”

“Likewise, (N/N).”

The movie soon became forgotten as you sat cross-legged on the couch, Damian sitting lazily in front of you. He was telling you about the latest heist at the harbour, when Bruce, Tim, Dick and Jason walked casually into the room.

“Hey, guys,” you said from the couch, pulling your attention from Damian for a few moments. “How was the mission?”

“Oh, it was good- wait, you knew?!” Dick gaped at you. “Damian, did you tell her?”

At that, the said boy let out a scoff. “You have no faith in me, Grayson. Of course, I didn’t tell her. She figured it out herself.”

You grinned in triumph at them, letting out a guffaw at their bemused faces. “I’m not that stupid, you know.”

“Right…” Jason eyes you wearily while Bruce was still wondering if he should scold you or congratulate you for the find. “I’m just going to pretend this never happened and leave…”

“For once, I’m going to agree with you,” Tim said, following him out the room.

You shrugged before turning back to Damian. “So, what happened to Two-Face?”

“He’s still in the Asylum, obviously. He’s going mad there, I presume.”

“Wait… I never got to ask.” At this point, Bruce had left the room in search of Alfred. “If you’re Bruce’s biological son, who’s your mother?”

The green eyed boy stiffened, shifting uncomfortably.

Your eyes widened in realisation. “Oh, I didn’t mean to pry…”

“No, it’s fine. I wasn’t expecting the question,” Damian dismissed. “My mother is Talia Al Ghul, a leader in the League of Assassins. I was born from an artificial womb and trained to kill innocent people.” At that, he cringed. “It’s a lot worse than it sounds. When Father took me in, he taught me his customs. He taught me not to kill. But I don’t think he was the real reason I stopped.”

You frowned at him, cocking your head to the side. “Then who is?”

“You,” Damian admitted truthfully. “You never gave up on me and you were… pure.”

You let out a small chuckle, rolling your eyes. “I’m not that pure, Dami.”

The two of you were sitting closer together, and you never noticed how… beautiful Damian’s eyes were. They were an enticing shade of emerald green with soft blue accents. You bit your lip at each thought that popped through your head after.

“(Y/N)…” Damian’s voice was a whisper and his soft minty breath fanned your face. “I think I’m in love with you.”

You smiled at him, (E/C) eyes twinkling. “I love you too.”

“May I kiss you?”

In your response, you hesitantly pressed your lips against his, smiling as you did.

In that moment, Damian learned what it really meant to love. And he vowed to himself that he was never going to let anything happen to you. Never.

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Batboys Scenario 1: secret model girlfriend. 2/2

They get you back!

Warning Jason and Tim’s scenarios contain mature situations so if that makes you uncomfortable in anyway skip them.

Dick Grayson: it had been six weeks since the whole S/n incident and Dick was wreck, he gotten rid of his posters and the magazines because every time he looked at them he'd see Y/n crying would cause him to feel angry and ashamed of himself.

and if that wasn't enough to add insult to injury he's hearing rumors that Y/n [S/n] had gotten back together with her ex boyfriend.

A beefcake model named Arden Silva apparently there were pictures of them both together... But Dick never bothered checking to see if it was true, it made his chest hurt thinking that she'd moved on from him so quickly...

While in reality Y/n wasn't dating Arden far from it actually; early in their careers he came out to her, and she pretended to date him to keep his family from finding out he was gay; till he was ready to come out publicly about it. They 'Broke up." after he met his boyfriend Daryl and both were kind enough to let her stay with them, until she could figure out what to do and where to go from here...

The last thing she wanted was to run into Dick he tried contacting her, but she blocked him; every night consisted of her getting drunk crying over him or being dragged to some wishy-washy party by Arden which of course caused rumors of them rekindling their relationship.

No, doubt Dick had heard about it. the mere thought made Y/n wanted to pick up the phone tell him wasn't true...But it hurt hearing how he really felt about her; it did a real blow on her self-worth made wonder how other friends saw her.

Kori of course told her it didn't matter if she were S/n or not; Y/n was Y/n and she was beautiful and the kindest person the alien was happy to call her friend not matter what! Hell even Damian who was usually cold towards Y/n told her that there's more to her then just a pretty face and Grayson is a fool for not seeing it, She was touched by that she really was but it still stung.

"Hey guys, I'm going for a walk." she called out to Arden and Daryl who were cuddling on the couch looked up at her concerned. "Are sure that's a good Idea?" Daryl asked having born and raised in Gotham he knew that was a very bad life choice especially at this time of night, After some debate Y/n sighed "Yeah, I'll up on the roof..." The blond man nodded and tossed her the key to elevator.

"Be Careful." the H/c nodded and made her way up to the roof for some air the h/c shuddered as she stepped out of the elevator she should've brought a jacket. Y/n hugged herself as she wandered around the pool area staring up at the sky when someone came up behind her "Y/n-" the h/c yelped and fell backwards into the pool.

Y/n couldn't swim so naturally she freaked as she started to sink, till pair of hands grabbed her by the arms and pulled her out. The h/c wheezed and coughed out water whilst trying to breathe, all while who ever was up on the roof with her rubbed shoulders and apologized.

when she could finally get air into her lungs Y/n looked up to see who the mystery person was, and was befuddled to see Nightwing looking down at her concerned. Her brows furrowed over why Bludhaven's resident hero was doing in Gotham, and what could he possibly want with her?

It didn't take long for Y/n to find herself under a pile of towels and the glow of a patio heater as Nightwing cut to the chase and said he was a friend of Dick Grayson's, the H/c's mood dropped lower then her current body temperature.

"Oh, I'm not special enough for him to come find me himself?" She hissed trying keep her voice leveled the hero tense as She said this, his lips formed thin line as he thought his words out carefully.

"It's not like th-"

"No, it's exactly like that! he made it abundantly clear! so, whatever lie or excuse he script you into saying? He can go shove it up his a-"

"He thought you were cheating!" Nightwing cut her off causing to Y/n to flinch then look at him confused. "What?" she spat obviously skeptical about this sudden revelation. As the masked man sighed frustrated he wanted nothing more then take her home and talk about this as Dick Grayson, but beggars can't be choosers.

"The date cancellations, the hush phone calls, the guy he saw kissing you while leaving ou- your apartment, after you told him you were at work? What does that look like to you?"

Nightwing chided as Y/n though this over...that look bad to anyone in Dick's shoes. "That man was Arden's boyfriend." she mumbled Nightwing's head whipped around to looked at her surprised *B-boyfriend? Arden is gay?...s-So she's not with him?!" as happy he was to hear that, they still solve this mess they gotten themselves into.

"And that made it okay to flirt S/n and say those things about me?"

She croaked as Nightwing shook his head "No it didn't...Truth be told he's a real Dick and crappy detective for not putting it together." The raven haired hero chastised himself for missing how obvious it was.

Y/n canceled a date because her editor says she has go France; S/n has a show in France! hell S/n even had the same freckles/birthmark on {spot} as Y/n and he was too caught up in the 'She's cheating' scenario to even notice.

as for why Dick said what he did? there was no excuse, he was hurt and just wanted to be mean and let Y/n hurt for betraying his trust. He regretted every goddamn word once Kori told him who he was talking to.

"Look, just go home...Please? He misses you." Y/n started crying causing Nightwing to pull her into tight hug. "And trust me, he is very sorry for everything..." the hero said pulling away from her Y/n nodded and eventually left the roof, not fifteen minutes later Dick Grayson got a text his heart rattled nervously in his chest as he check his phone.

{Are you awake? I want come home.]

[I'll be waiting..}

[I love you...}

{First ILY, Milestone and it's over text, way to make a girl blush.]

Dick snorted to himself as he put his Nightwing gear away hopefully one day he'll be able to tell her about his Stage name.

[Warning attempted sexual assault! Skip is it make you uncomfortable!]

Jason Todd: If someone ever told Jason Todd that his nerdy ex girlfriend turned out to be the hottest model in Gotham with a fan-base reaching international levels, he would laughed in their face and called them delusional.

Well too bad the universe decided to make that scenario a reality, And delivered it to Jason via sloppy hay-maker to the nose! At first he didn't understand what had happened one second he's flirting with his idol! the next he's on the ground holding his bloody nose and gawking up at his sobbing girlfriend.

That was the last time he saw Y/n, she didn't come home that night or return any of his calls, She was still in Gotham or rather S/n was still Gotham he'd see articles on her shoots or see and interviews on TV... He tried getting Artemis to tell him where she went, but the Amazon gave him a dirty look and slammed her door in his face.

leaving Jason to wallow in his anger and guilt, There he was Jason Todd: Red-Hood, former Robin trained by Batman to be a detective and he couldn't even figure out that his own girlfriend was the pin-up model!, he's such damn idiot! the signs were right there staring him in the face.

Cancelled plans, the e-mails,hushed phone calls, her being able to afford such a nice apartment despite being on a Librarian's salary,and the damn diets! Jason would always give Y/n crap for those back in high school because as he said.

"You don't need to go on a diet, you're a still growing teenage girl who's barely [y/weight] soaking wet and perfectly healthy." He chided before pushing a plate of Alfred's cookies towards her.

then tried to coax her into telling him who said she was too fat/skinny, cause he was gonna see just how much they weighed after he shoves his boot up their ass!

"T-two months ago, when you left me at the mall? there was this talent-" She was so close to telling him about her being S/n, but they were interrupted by Bruce calling Jason for a mission, Y/n let him go...

Jason smiled bitterly at the memory as he got ready for patrol, Currently Red-hood was staking out a shady modeling firm, that might be front a trafficking ring. Girls would go in... But never come out, he looked through the binoculars at the activity when he caught something out of the corner of his eye...

A woman with a familiar mop of y/hc being dragged inside, Jason blood went cold it couldn't be Y/n, but he had to be sure! he silently infiltrated the building through an old service entrance, what he found in this building made made Jason sick.

Women and girls in cells they were filthy and hooked up to Iv's being pumped with drugs so they couldn't run and they all had prices tattooed to their arms. he checked around for any signs of the girl he was looking for.

when he saw something small glittering on the floor. Red hood crouched down and felt his heart drop it was a necklace, Y/n's necklace! the one he gave her in high school before he died, she never takes it off.

Jason heard a door open and a man walked in and noticed the necklace on the floor, he crouched down and to look at it when the click of gun's safety going off caused him to tense, the man stared dead ahead as a modulated spoke up. "I'm not even gonna give ya a choice, where do they keep the new girls?" Red-hood snarled keeping his gun on the guy's head who was shaking.

"the basement, with the boss! if he sees one he likes he-" He didn't get a chance to finish as Jason snapped his neck, and made his way down to the basement. and stopped when he heard two men talking. "See that h/c broad they brought in?" the other nodded "Yeah, if she tweaked her hair and ditch the glasses she'd looked like S/n..."

The first one hummed agreement." probably why the boss wanted her so god damn badly, she's his dream girl after all.." the Jason let out a low growl so, it was Y/n neither men had noticed the vigilante silently approaching as other man snorted "Well, hell he can keep her, did you see what that bitch to Ernie's hand..."

Instead of his buddy he saw red not that he was angry or anything; Red-Hood just headbutted him knocking him to the floor, before stepping on his neck. "where's the boss?" he hissed the dazed man pointed at the office. "thanks." was all the vigilante said before popping a cap in his skull no doubt altering his boss to his presence.

Meanwhile Y/n mind was starting to slip into unconsciousness, she kept struggling to push this disgusting man off of her. but she was getting weaker, what ever was in that needle he jabbed in her was starting to take effect, she felt tears welling in her eyes as she tried think of something, anything that would take her away from this situation!

the man had gotten her shirt and bra off when a loud bang caused him to pull away, "I'll be right back sweetheart..." He cooed kissing her cheek if Y/n could gag she would, She watched her kidnapper pull out a gun and cautiously walked towards the door. a shadow appeared under the door, the guy didn't even opened it he just fired at the door.

there was a thud and a noticeable give against the door's metal surface. he smirked and opened it only for the body of one of his thugs to drop in a heap at his feet. The trafficker gasped in shock and started backing towards Y/n, only for the window shatter in a downpour of shards the trafficker grunted as he was sent to the floor.

Y/n's eyes widened as a large man in a black leather jacket and tactical gear came into view, it took her a moment to realize it was the Red-hood. who slowly stood up and started walking towards her kidnapper. who was begging for his life as the vigilante approached him "no,no,no please!...the girl!" He pointed at Y/n frantically.

"y-you can have her man, just don't-" He was cut off by Red-hood pointing his gun at his head "that's kind of the point pal." the vigilante said before shooting him in the face splattering blood on his suit, as he turned Y/n and immediately made his way over to the semi conscious girl.

Y/n saw Jason take off his jacket before covering her with it. He lifted her off the desk and carried her out of that hellhole, the last thing she saw was Red-hood looking down at her while calmly telling her.

"You're alright N/n...I got cha...I got cha..." he soothed holding her close before everything went dark.

When she woke up Y/n was confused as to where she was and how did she get there, then she remembered being kidnapped and what that guy almost did to her...the Red-hood, Jason saved her?

She looked and saw a familiar helmet on the room's nightstand and noticed the familiar figure in Kevlar sitting next to the bed watching her intently "Jay?" she croaked still trying to understand what she was looking at.

she couldn't tell if he was a hallucination from what that trafficker injected her with, or if her ex really did come and rescue her? the raven haired man sighed in relief. "Hey...Looks like we've got a lot talk about? he said numbly before reaching into his jacket and gave her necklace back. "I would've never found you without it."

The two just talked and told each other everything, how she ended up being S/n, while he told her why he was acting like an ass to her the last couple months, was because he saw he out with one of her Co-workers a male model and thought she was two timing and planing to leave.

and his plan was two could play at that game...only to be blindsided when the girl he chose; turned out to be the love of his god damn life and he screwed everything up like always! Y/n immediately berated him for blaming himself!

"This was more my fault then yours! I'm the one should've told you about S/n then this would've been avoided." she said as Jason took his gear off and crawled into bed with her and wrapped his arms around.

"We're both Idiots..." he mumbled tiredly into her shoulder as one of his hands roamed under her shirt, his thumb made circles on her hips. "That that we are.." she hummed holding his free hand. "I love you." she mumbled Jason kissed her neck "I know, go to sleep." they drifted off...

[Note: Tim and the reader are like college aged in this: 19-22 years old just to make that clear!]

Tim Drake [light smut]: *How, the hell did this happen?!* a red faced Y/n frantically wondered as her naked body was pressed against Tim's who was trying to hide the h/c from the other men in the locker room, How did this happen? Y/n came to the school to ask Tim for the key to her apartment back, but she didn't know college layout...

and got to asking if anyone knew where Tim Drake was? Well some girls who were fans of Tim pretended to take her to him and "Accidentally" spilled their drinks on her; since Y/n didn't go to this school, they easily tricked her saying it was the women's room. they stole her clothes and the e/c eyed girl was trapped!

After sitting in that shower stall scared and freezing her ass off. The model breath hitched when she saw the stall door opening and realized she hadn't locked it. the h/c immediately tried to grab the handle only to come face to face with Tim Drake who looked very stunned to find her there!

"Y/n? what are you doing in-" Y/n thanked every deity out there that it was Tim who found her and not some creep, She started crying and threw herself at ignoring the fact that he wasn't exactly dressed, the raven awkwardly hugged back as he was still trying to process what was going on?

Tim although stunned was also very upset to find his Y/n naked and scared in the men's locker room; where anyone could've found her like this! his first thought was someone already had. "What happen, did someone bring you here?..did they-" Y/n shook her head "No, I was looking for and some girls said they'ed take me to you then spilled their drinks on me, and tricked me into going in here." she quietly explained unfortunately for them a group of men started pilling in!

Causing Tim to curse under his breath he climbed inside the stall with Y/n and locked the door. The raven haired man held her close to him, in an attempt to try and keep anyone from seeing her...thank god the shower stalls had tall dark tinted privacy doors instead of curtains, and no space for anyone to crawl under or they would both be screwed!

Y/n gulped when the raven haired boy pressed closer to her, she held her breath as the outline of a man appeared and the door jiggled a little. "It's busy dude..." Tim said hoarsely his voice rumbled against Y/n's ear who let out a tiny whimper hoping they'ed leave, whoever was out there huffed annoyance and tried to look into the stall through the door "Are you even Showering in there?" the man asked clearly suspicious.

Tim had reached over the y/height girl and turned the water on; to a least look like he's busy so the others wouldn't be curious. "Yeah, these old showers take a while to turn on when they're all in use." another voice explained all while Tim and Y/n were trying their hardest not look at each other or touch anything. whoever was at the door huffed and walked away along with whoever told him about the delay in water pressure.

the couple relaxed, Well Y/n was relaxed until...She felt something poking her inner thigh.

Tim's jaw set and awkwardly looked down at Y/n who noticed and averted her gaze to the wall, the raven haired boy swallowed hard feeling her boobs pressed against his chest, it had been almost a month since they were this close to each other...Clothed and otherwise. So, can imagine how quickly Tim lost his battle with the beast...

then Y/n did the mistake of looking up at him again, with that look in her eyes, because next they knew they were making out against the tiled wall any gasps or whimpers Y/n made were drowned out by the men loudly talking or the locker doors slamming.

The h/c bit her lip trying not to moan as Tim's length slowly entered her needy core. "Don't make a sound..."Tim growled lowly in her ear she whimpered into his shoulder as he began to thrust into her roughly, needless that was possibly the hottest sex they've had in a while!

15 minutes later after all the guys had left...

the two girls who had tricked Y/n were still waiting outside very confused over why they did't hear any hooting and cheering or see a naked girl run out of the locker room, the blond was annoyed glaring at he phone, while the brunette who was holding a bag with Y/n's ruined clothes inside sat nervously next to her. "Um, Shelly y-you don't think the guys did something, do you?" she asked scared that they may have helped someone get assaulted or murdered.

"Shut up Britney." the blonde hissed causing her friend glare at her "I'm not gonna shut-up, and I ain't going to jail for-" They were cut off by Tim Drake walking out of the locker room holding hands with a flustered Y/n who was in his spare gym clothes. He noticed the two girls gawking and held his free hand out whilst giving them a stern look the brunette sheepishly handed him the bag, the couple walked off seemly lost in their own world.

earlier

in the locker room after making sure everyone was gone, Tim helped Y/n dry her hair off get dressed, the two got to talking about everything that happened like how and why Y/n kept her modeling career a secret from him.

She said she kept all of her S/n stuff at the studio clothes, make-up etc. and reason she hid was because she didn't want to be S/n all the time, nor did she want her fans harassing her and knowing where she lived and try to get with her. "It's happened, they were waiting in my living room."

Tim tense up a bit luckily this was before they dated, but that still didn't make it alright "has anyone tried following you since we-?" He asked handing her his red windbreaker to wear Y/n shook her head, and explained that they usually tried anything security would toss them out.

They usually ignore her because they're looking S/n not some plain coffee gopher. that and if they ever give up on S/n and went after Y/n, those self-defense lessons Tim gave her, told any unwanted guests that maybe they should back right off! After that said and done Tim wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk."

"I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you."

Tim went quiet for moment before making a very big decision "...Yeah, Do you want spend the night at my place? I need to show you something." Y/n looked up at him curiously. "What is it?" As the two got up from the locker room bench, Tim snorted and grabbed her hand and started walking to the exit.

"It's kind of personal, Just... Don't freak out." the h/c's face turned red she wanted say *we just had sex in a crowded locker room without getting caught! nothing could surprise me at the moment!* But, all that came was a meek "Alright." as Tim led them out the locker room, Hopefully she takes him being Red Robin, better then he took to her being S/n...

Adult! Damian Wayne: 4 week...4 weeks since he'd last saw Y/n and Damian was goddamn wreck! He was subtle at first almost like he didn't care, he thought Y/n would come back after 2 or 3 days...but when she didn't? the usually cool and collected Wayne was unnerved, clumsy and irrational.

Often finding himself lashing out at his brothers or being too violent on patrol. He finally opened up to Dick after figuring out his oldest brother knew about her double life and demanded to know why she would tell him, but not her boyfriend!

However, Dick had very choice words for his brother he was still livid that Damian lied to him. "She was going to, but after the stunt you pulled? Hell, I'm surprised I'm even talking to you." The younger man looked at his brother stunned as Dick continue to scold him.

"You used brag that you weren't like Bruce! You'd never play with a woman's heart, that you were waiting for the right girl to come along, and you had her!" the raven haired man ran his hand through his hair trying hard not to deck Damian in the face.

Don't get him wrong, Dick loves his little brother, but right now, he was too disappointed and angry! "And instead of having a night to show her off? you chose to lie and be shallow about her looks and took some money grubbing bimbo to parade around as your girlfriend!" Damian went to say something, But Dick wasn't finished, he had to go there...

"What if You and Y/n had gotten married? What then, were you going to pay some actress to be her while the real one sat alone in a room? while everyone's congratulating you and whats-her;" The younger man slammed his fist on the metal table denting it "I Fucked up! I get it alright?!" he snarled causing Dick to cock a brow.

He knew full well that Damian was planning to propose."Now, would you please help me find Y/n and fix this?" the green eyed man asked desperately as Dick not entirely sure if he was making this better or worse...

"She's in L.A., probably staying with Robbie Reyes, the guy you saw leaving with her." The acrobat paused for a moment reading Damian's face the mix of jealousy and confusion was evident; making it clear Y/n never mentioned Robbie before.

"Be careful around him, He's the kind to hold grudge when someones wronged his family." Dick met Robbie once by accident the same night he found out about Y/n's double life.

Although he seemed like a nice guy, there was something off about the Latino boy, in some ways he reminded Dick of Jason...but that's putting it mildly! whatever Dick had seen in that boy's eyes made Jason look like small potatoes in comparison....

Meanwhile...

"You really didn't have to do this N/n.." Robbie said as he helped carry the groceries Y/n had bought, the h/c just waved her foster brother off. "After all your family done for me it's the least I can do!" She greeted Gabe who looked up from his homework a for brief moment.

"There was call while you were gone!" the teen rolling his wheel chair to the two and taking one of the bags from from and immediately dug in a found a bag of Reese's mini pieces. "Oh, for me or your brother?"

Y/n asked grabbing a package of ramen, The teen had teared the bag open and chowed down on the candy. "For you some dude, named Damian?" The rooms temperature seem to drop a few degrees there was a loud pop caused by Y/n squeezing the ramen packet, as Robbie felt his stomach flop thinking all the hard work he's put into bringing Y/n back on her feet was about to be blown to pieces.

"And what did, he say?"

"That he's sorry for the gala?"

"tsk* anything else?"

"He's staying at his family vacation house, and isn't leaving until you go see him."

Y/n let out a bitter laugh "Well he's gonna be waiting a long time!" She spat as Gabe tilted his head befuddled before Robbie could divert the subject or tell his brother to finish his homework the younger Reyes spoke up. "He lied and did a bad thing but so did Y/n, isn't it only fair that she gives him another chance? or at least hear him out?" the boy asked innocently.

Robbie awkwardly looked between his siblings before grabbing the handles of Gabe's wheelchair and pushed him out of the room, "10 minute break! go play Skyrim or read comics!." The older Reyes brother said frantically as his brother protested, then there were two.

"Y'know Gabe is right, You need closure and to achieve that you need to talk to him." Robbie said as Y/n tossed the ramen packet away. But before she could say anything Gabe' voice came from the living room.

"Awesome! it's Batman!" the h/c tensed up and went out to see what the teen was watching and saw the news, it showed Batman fighting Bane! what was Bane doing in LA?! Y/n flinched as she watched Damian get thrown around she turned towards Robbie, who was watching the screen he slowly looked at her and it was like having mental conversation, before it clicked the Latino silently mouthed out *Your Ex is Batman?!* she winced and nodded and with that Robbie grabbed her hand and to two slipped away.

With Damian.

Damian was getting the tar kicked out of him, each of his brothers offered to come with him, but no! he had to regain his beloved on his own accord. He really was a prideful bastard and he was paying for it! big time! Damian was exhausted black dots were starting to paint his vision.

He briefly wondered if this is how his father felt moments before Bane broke his back? The news helicopter would've made an efficient getaway, but it fled the second Bane started throwing pieces of train parts at it. The new Batman tried reaching for smoke bomb try to escape while he could still stand.

however Bane got a hold of his arm and lifted him off the ground. "I broke you once, I'll break you a again!" the drug lord roared and got ready to pull Damian's arm off only for the loud thunderous roar of an engine broke through the silence. And in an instance Damian was airborne as something black and on fire crashed into Bane sending the venom charged hulk flying into some cargo containers.

Damian lifted himself off the ground to see what saved him it was some kind demon car? a 69 charger...that the car Todd's been sobbing over and the car he saw Y/n speed off in...

He wasn't prepared for what happened next he saw Y/n step out of the flaming vehicle dressed in all black and wearing a domino mask she borrowed for Halloween, but never got around to returning.

She ran up to Damian and pulled him off the ground as Robbie got out of the car they heard Bane roar with rage in the distance. "Stay in car...I'll take care of the big guy." the mechanic hissed as his eyes began to glow, Damian watch in awe as the man's body ignited in flames burning away his flesh and down to his skeleton.

"Aim for the hoses connected to the dispenser on his back, it's how he's injects himself with venom." Y/n explained the skeletal creature nodded at the y/height girl as she helped Damian into the car the vigilante looked between Y/n and whatever the thing was.

"Wh-what the hell is that?" Damian croaked in pain and concealed fear as Y/n helped him into the backseat. "That's my brother Robbie, He's the spirit of vengeance the ghost rider." The masked girl explained as the two watched Robbie kick Bane's ass, Using his chains to burn through the hoses on the drug lords back.

When the rider was done with the power-house of a villain, the rider tore Bane's mask off. "Look into my eyes...Your soul is tainted with blood of the innocent...feel their pain!" the rider hissed as Bane was subjugated to the horrors he had inflicted on all his victims over the years. causing the drained crime-lord to scream in agony as the ghosts of the many tormented him causing Bane to flee in fear, straight into a metal beam. Knocking himself out.

The rider then turned back to the hell charger and got in the car."Where too?" Robbie inquired as he slowly turned back into his human form. "Normally the hospital, But in this case...how good is Gabe at keeping secrets?" Damian quizzically while the mechanic nodded.

"Pretty good, Just don't make-out or bleed out on my couch!" Y/n snorted at her brother "Trust me making out with guy who ashamed of me is the last thing on my mind?" She huffed looking out the window, as Damian sat himself up in the back seat. "I'm not ashamed of you." he hissed in pain holding his dislocated shoulder Y/n sucked her teeth at him.

"Right, you just went with some whore, because I'm so fucking gorgeous I turn people to stone when they look at me?" Robbie whistled awkwardly and put his headphones in to listen to music as the couple talked, Damian swallowed hard as he looked at Robbie then at Y/n trying to figure out what to say, he tapped into his inner Grayson.

"Okay, I'll admit I wasn't thinking about you or your feelings, I was thinking about myself and my reputation when I asked that girl to gala and not you, And it was selfish and scummy of me." He winced feeling his bruised ribs constrict, coughed shallowly. "But your no better than I am..." Y/n slowly turned to look at him in disbelief. "Excuse me? I'm not the one who cheated!" She hissed venom dripping on every word.

"1. I didn't cheat, I just paid I a girl to hang off my arm and look pretty."

"You lying-"

"2!..We've been together for five years and never once have you talked to me about meeting your family, You've met mine hell, you lived with us after Grayson accidentally burnt your house down. And as that alter-ego of yours? I told you about my secret because I trust you, I thought same the same of you! but clearly I was wrong."

Damian chided as Y/n felt rotten realizing that he right, She knows almost everything about Damian's life vigilante and civilian. But never once has she talked about her family as for telling her secret? truth be told.

Y/n honestly thought Damian was playing with her using her as a cover even after five years; she kept expecting him to just drop her out of the blue and never talk to her again. And that stunt he pulled at the Gala pretty confirmed her apparent false assumptions...

"Oh, for the love of-" Robbie suddenly cut in "look! You're both stupid for each other, so either make-up or shut-up! c'os I'm getting real sick of this Donna/Eric bull-shit!" The Latino snapped causing the couple to flinch as he eye were ablaze, Robbie took a deep breath pulled over and got out of the car to take a break.

Both Damian Y/n sheepishly stared at each other. "I was looking for you," He let out a bitter chuckled "Grayson finally told me where you were, after telling me how much I screwed up." the man removed his cowl and his appearance caused the rot to spread as Damian was pale his green eye were sunken and dull it was clear he hadn't been taking care of himself since the break up.

to be fair Y/n wasn't either... She hardly slept and when she did, she could hear Damian bad mouthing her and that girl laughing at her! if she was alone with no one was watching, she would go hide in the bathroom or garage and cry while staring at Damian's number on her phone conflicted she wanted to call but...

She didn't know if she wanted to scream at him or just cry more. Robbie eventually figured it out and started bugging her to call Damian and talk; if he's not sorry then move on...If he is give him chance.

"Are you really sorry?" She croaked as Damian grabbed her hand squeezed it. "Yes, I am." He said firmly as the h/c eyed him still unsure. "what about that girl?" She mumbled suspiciously as the raven haired winced from shifting his weight causing his ribs to protest.

"Like I said she’s someone I paid, she meant absolutely nothing to me." He rested his head against her shoulder, like he used to when he came back from a long mission, the h/c bit her lip as she thought this over then swallowed her pride.

"One chance..." Damian looked at her hope visible in his eyes. "One more chance Dam, If you pull any sort of crap like this-" She cut off by Damian kissing her passionately before pulling away. "I won't..." He promised as Y/n smiled at him shyly, as Robbie got back in the car. "Did you resolve your problems?" the couple nodded Damian keeping his hand on Y/n's.

"Good, now we're going home and you're going introduce me and Gabe to the guy whose banging our sister." the mechanic said seriously while giving Damian a cold look "Can it wait till' Damian's ribs aren't breaking everytime he breathes?"

Y/n pleaded obviously trying to at least let Damian heal before her brothers try to intimidate him. "No." Robbie huffed as the couple slouched against the seat "Sorry, Damian." He kissed her hand smiled painfully at her."Don't worry beloved, I'll soldier through it just for you.." Y/n smiled gently at her boyfriend as her mind tried to work through how Gabe was gonna react to his sister dating batman, hopefully he takes it better then Robbie is a the moment...

#batboys #xreader #Marvel x DC crossover #Richard Grayson #robbie reyes #Jason Todd #Tim drake #Damian Wayne #batman! Damian Wayne #Nightwing #Red hood #red robin #ghost rider #batbros #this took way too long #my writing #these are long!#light smut

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Love Advice

Hello, can you please do an imagine where Tim ask Jason for help because he likes a girl but is inexperienced and Jason ends up giving him false information to embarrass him?a fluff an happy ending please!

If there was one thing Timothy Jackson Drake couldn’t do in his life it would be admitting his feelings for you. I mean he didn’t have to. You knew, the press knew, all of Gotham knew. For Christ sakes, even the bad guys knew about his feelings for you. Who told them? Who cares! All that matters is that every goddamn baddie in Gotham have been placing bets on whether or not he would ask you out. And that’s how he got himself in this situation.

Red Hood was arresting one of Black Masks men when one of them mentioned little ol’ Timmy. Before handing the guy over to the cops he asked them what business they had with Tim. And because they didn’t want to die, they told him about how he had a crush on y/n l/n. Jason was surprised. He knew who you were just because he would run into you at the library every day. You guys were thinking of making a book club. But he had no clue that Timmy had a wittle crush on you. He thanked the guy for providing him with vital information. Now all he had to do was confront Tim.

Back at the cave, Tim was a blushing mess. He had just gotten off the phone with you. He adored your laugh, your smile, he adored the way your eyes would lit up every time you talked about something you were passionate about, he loved the way you made him feel about you. He wanted to tell you how you felt, but he didn’t know how. And that scared him. He didn’t want to lose you. Now all he had to do was figure out a way to tell you that he likes you. Except how? He was debating on whether to ask Dick for help or not. He was sure that the batclan had no clue about the crush, except Alfred, Alfred knows everything. If he did ask Dick for help he would just get a lot of teasing and lots of cheesy pickup lines. So he decided to ask Jason instead.

The next morning, Jason decided to confront Tim about his crush towards you, that was also the same morning Tim was going to ask Jason for advice. Coincidence? I think not! No, actually it is. Jason found Tim in the kitchen preparing his daily morning coffee like always. Except for this time, Tim was adding multiple teaspoons of sugar in his coffee. Like way too much sugar.

“Uh, Tim?” Jason said concerned for his brother’s behavior. Tim stopped mid scoop and looked over his shoulder. When he saw it was Jason he dumped the rest of the sugar into his cup and took a sip.

“Can I help you, Jason?”

“Are you okay?”

Was he okay? No, he wasn’t. “Jason, how do I ask a girl out?”

“What.”

Tim put his over sweetened coffee down and turned to face Jason. He looked up at him and repeated his question. “Jason, how do I, ask a girl out?”

Jason genuinely likes you like a sister and seeing ‘coffee addict’, Tim dating you would be hilarious. But why not embarrass him first.

“Alright, Timbo, girls LOVE it when boys are extremely corny.”

“So corny pickup lines?”

“Yeah, but not stupid corny, more like smart corny lines.”

Tim has never been more confused in his life. There’s more than one type of corny pickup lines? He had a feeling that Jason was bullshiting him but right now he needed all the advice he could get.

“Jason, y/n doesn’t like corniness,” Tim said.

“Well then. What does y/n like?”

“y/n loves books, cute animals, drawing, sunrise, sunset, the night, music…”

“Okay okay, I get it lover boy.” Jason said stopping Tim from adding more to his list, “I don’t know how to help you. Go ask Dickie.”

If Tim is really far too gone, then Jason was going to have to approach this differently. Advice wasn’t going to work if Tim literally knows everything about you. Time for Plan b.

Later that day, Tim had to go to a business meeting for Bruce since he was off world… doing something Justice League… like riding a unicorn… Anyway! Tim was gone, and Tim 'forgot’ his phone. Yeah, it’s not like his brother pickpocketed him or anything! Pfffttt who would that? Certainly not Jason!

Back to the story. Jason now had Tim’s phone in his possession. Now he could commence 'Plan B’, but there was a teensy problem. The phone had a lock. Now, Jason could hack into it or just guess a bunch of words and numbers. Jason being Jason went for the second option. He tried coffee lover, best Robin ever, red robin rocks! etc. None of them worked. So he tried your name. BING! The phone was now unlocked!

He went into Tim’s messages and found your conversations with him. It was pretty basic and boring. All you two talked about was school. School, school, school, and school. What a boring life you lived. Jason checked the hall before typing in something on the phone and shutting it off.

Two hours later…

“Hey has anyone seen my phone?” Tim shouted as he searched the living room.

A chorus of no’s could be heard from all over the house. Jason approached Tim and held out his phone. “You left it in the kitchen by the coffee pot.”

Hesitantly, Tim took the phone and made sure it was fine. “You didn’t do anything? Did you?”

“Nope.” And with that Jason walked away from Tim back to his room. Tim looked at Jason then at his phone. He had a feeling that Jason did something but brushed it off. Now all he had to do was talk to you.

Since you are still a senior at the high school you were stuck in the living hell called school. It was the last month of the school year so the teachers were giving you never-ending projects. But thank god you were graduating soon. No more dealing with high school drama, stressing events and annoying boys. All you needed to do was move out and live your life.

But your parents didn’t want you to live your life the way you wanted to. They want you to go the most prestigious university in the world and get married and have kids. Getting married was in your plans but you didn’t want to go to college or to a university immediately after high school. You wanted to explore the world and deal with your feelings for Tim, but if your parents interfere it wouldn’t happen.

Your daydream about an amazing life was interrupted by your phone buzzing in the middle of class. You made sure that the teacher and your classmates weren’t looking at you and got your phone out. You checked your messages and apparently, Tim doesn’t understand the concept of detention and… what?

You had to double check the messages he sent you to make sure there weren’t any typos. Tim Drake had asked you out. You think.

“What the hell does he mean by 'So last night I was reading the book of numbers, and realized I don’t have yours?’ he just freaking texted me,” you murmured to yourself.

“Something you want to share with the class, miss l/n?” your teacher asked.

“It’s nothing Miss, just a headache,” you explained. She turned back to the board and began to explain why the majority of your class wasn’t going to graduate.

After all your classes had ended you sprinted out of the building to avoid the stampede of teenagers. Once outside you began to look for your ride, your mom was supposed to pick you up, but she was nowhere to be seen. “y/n!”

You looked for the owner of the voice and your eyes landed on a black limo. You approached the limo and out came Tim Drake. “Need a ride?”

“Uh yeah. Thanks.”

He moved to the side and opened the door. You got in the limo and sat down. “So… Tim… Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Did you text me earlier?”

“No. I had a meeting earlier and I kinda forgot my phone. Why?”

“I got a weird text earlier from you.” You got out your phone out and showed him. He took your phone and read the message a couple times.

“Um… I um… dang it Jason!” You giggled a bit and took back your phone. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not okay,” Tim sighed covering his blushing face. You leaned over towards him and cupped his face with your hands. “Timmy, it’s alright. I actually find it cute seeing you flustered.“

Tim opened his eyes and stared at your e/c ones. He glanced down at your lips then back to your eyes. Since it seemed like he wasn’t going to do anything, you leaned in and kissed him. It took him a minute to register what was going on before he returned the kiss.

Time seemed to stop when you kissed him. You two didn’t even notice when Jason opened the door and took a picture of you two kissing. You only noticed him when Dick came out running of the Manor because of something that Jay sent him.

“AWWWWW. I SHIP IT!”

You and Tim broke the kiss and stared at Jason and Dick as they made kissy faces at you guys. You covered your face in embarrassment as Tim ran out of the car to ‘kill them’. After Tim calmed down he asked you to be his girlfriend and you accepted, and Jason and Dick wouldn’t stop annoying you after that.

#tim drake #red robin #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #batboys x reader

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Title: Haze (3/3) Pairing: USUK Words: 1,644 AU: Human/Superhero Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama Story summary: Alfred isn’t sure how to react when he discovers that Arthur has used his powers on him in the past. Notes: The third part to Haze! This was b/c @inkwells-writing gave me some good ideas so a big ty to ink for their amazing creative ideas!!!!! Warning for lots of angst w/ a happy ending. Part 1 / Part 2

“Hey, Arthur?”

“Mhm?” Arthur asked, looking up as Alfred walked into his living room, gorgeous golden hair damp and cheeks flushed red from the hot shower he’d just taken.

It had been almost a week since Arthur had saved Alfred from Frostbite and the White Witch. To their relief, the two villains had been apprehended by the police and were currently in jail. Arthur couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty about their fates, especially when he was looking at his boyfriend, who was still sporting numerous bruises and bandages from the incident. The deep purple scattered across Alfred’s cheek from where Frostbite had slapped him was still particularly prominent, and the sight of it hurt Arthur’s heart so badly that he pushed himself off of the couch and walked to Alfred, slipping his arms around the man.

Alfred returned the embrace easily, folding Arthur into his arms as if it was what he’d always been meant to do. “I was just thinking about something while I was in the shower and I wanted to ask you about it.”

“Of course, darling. What is it?” Arthur asked, his voice half-muffled by Alfred’s chest.

“Well, I was just wondering… The White Witch seemed upset that I didn’t know you were Haze at first, and she was yelling at Frostbite about lying to her. Then Frostbite said that you must have fucked with my head or something, because he’d clearly said more than once that you were Haze when he’d kidnapped me. Only, I don’t remember him mentioning you by your actual name a single time.”

Arthur tensed in Alfred’s arms and then pulled back just enough to look into Alfred’s eyes. His grip around the man’s waist tightened as he spoke, “Frostbite was telling the truth,” he started. “I… I erased your memory of some of what happened.”

Arthur could feel Alfred seem to freeze in his hold. “What? Why?” Alfred asked worriedly, hurt immediately pooling in his sweet blue eyes.

“Because after I saved you, I took you to the nearest empty room I could find. I was just trying to make sure you were alright, but you pulled off my mask and found out who I was. And… I admitted I loved you, and we kissed. And then I erased your memory.”

For a moment, Alfred was completely still and silent. Then, with an unnervingly blank look in his eyes, he pulled away from Arthur and sank down onto the couch, staring forward at the wall. “...Huh,” he said slowly, processing this.

Worried, Arthur quickly followed him to the couch, sitting beside him and reaching out to rest a hand on Alfred’s knee. “Believe me, I didn’t want to. I’d wanted you for so long, and you were so happy that we were going to be together, but I… I couldn’t think of another way to keep you safe at the time. I thought that you not knowing who I was would keep you safe, make you less of a target. But they used you as bait anyway, and I’m so, so sorry.”

Alfred’s blank look fell away, replaced quickly by the most astoundingly heartbreaking expression of anguish Arthur had ever seen. “You--” Alfred started, only to cut himself off when he choked on the beginnings of a sob. He sucked a breath in through his teeth and tried again, “You let me confess to you, and you still took away my memories?”

Arthur bit back tears, unable to remain calm when Alfred was clearly so broken. “I didn’t want to,” he said quickly, desperately, “it was so hard, Alfred. I thought I was protecting you. I--I confessed to you too! It was hard for me to know that you were there and that I couldn’t have you no matter how bad I wanted you.”

“At least you knew I loved you back,” Alfred hissed, abruptly scooting away from Arthur, retracting from his touch as though he’d been burned. “They made me--when she had me, she made me admit it. H-How much I loved you. I was gushing over you like an idiot and I was so embarrassed when I came out of it, I was so hurt and scared you’d find out and you--you knew. That whole time, you knew I was in love with you.” His lips were trembling, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.

Arthur broke. “I know it was wrong, Alfred, and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, I--”

“They beat the shit out of me, Arthur,” Alfred said, and regretted it immediately when Arthur’s face fell. He knew Arthur blamed himself for what happened. “No--I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t--it wasn’t your fault, I just--I could have at least known why they were hurting me so bad.”

Arthur clamped a hand over his mouth, choking back a sob at his boyfriend’s words. “I know,” he whimpered, his voice watery, “I know. God, I’m so--I’m so, so fucking sorry.”

Alfred hated himself for making Arthur cry, but he couldn’t bring himself to comfort him--not when so many questions were burning holes in his brain, not when he felt so betrayed by the person he’d been so certain would never hurt him.

“How many other times have you done that to me?”

“Never!” Arthur cried immediately, and nearly burst into tears when he saw the skepticism etched into Alfred’s features. God, he’d broken his trust. Their relationship had hardly even begun and he’d already ruined it. “That was the first time and the last, Alfred, I swear. And I know that doesn’t make it right, and that my reasons don’t justify it, but I promise you that I never, never wanted to hurt you, and I would never have done it if I thought there was any other way to protect you.”

Alfred continued to stare at him, gulping. He didn’t know what to think. “You… You know how much it means to be to be independent, to know that I can make my own decisions. You took that away from me, Arthur.” He broke down, choking on the tail end of his boyfriend’s name as his tears returned with a vengeance, burning trails down his red hot cheeks.

Arthur didn’t know what else to do other than reach out, taking Alfred’s hands in his. He brought them to his trembling lips, only aching more at the sight of Alfred’s scraped-up knuckles. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against the man’s skin, voice wobbly and wet. “I-I’ll do whatever it takes to make you trust me again, Alfred. Whatever it takes to make sure we stay together,” he said desperately.

Alfred was silent for a moment, watching Arthur with so much pain in his eyes--but there was guilt, too, and that made Arthur feel even worse. The idea that Alfred cared so much for him that he felt guilty about making him cry even when Arthur had hurt him so badly only made it abundantly clear to the Brit how much Alfred cared for him, and how thoroughly his actions must be cutting the man.

“Arthur,” Alfred whispered gently after a moment, and Arthur nearly sobbed in relief when the American wrapped his fingers around Arthur’s before he gently pulled his hands away from the Brit’s lips. Alfred eased their hands to rest on the couch between them, their fingers curled around each other’s. “I don’t want to break up. I-I love you, and as long as you love me too, I’ll wanna be with you... I just need to know that you understand how much it hurt.”

Arthur nodded quickly. “I do, I swear. I’m so sorry, Alfred, I--I should have told you right away, I should have owned up to it. I-I should have never taken away your choice in the matter, I was just so scared and I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone hurting you. I thought if I could keep you in the dark, if you didn’t know about me, that you’d be safe. I should have known they’d use you as bait the second I came for you the first time.”

Alfred shook his head and scooted closer, slipping his hands out of Arthur’s only to immediately slide them across his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I don’t want you to blame yourself for that,” he murmured into Arthur’s hair. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Arthur whimpered into Alfred’s chest, practically flinging his arms around the American’s neck in his desperation to be close to him. The fear that had seized his heart when Alfred had pulled away from him had been enough to shatter him. That, coupled with the look of utter devastation that had came to Alfred’s face, had been enough to make Arthur loathe himself more than he ever had. The thought of losing Alfred, of having broken Alfred’s trust so thoroughly that he could never regain it, was the most terrifying thing he could imagine.

Alfred murmured soft, comforting words in Arthur’s hair until the Brit had calmed down enough to breathe evenly. Arthur let out a shaky, relieved sigh, “I’m so sorry, Alfred. I really am.”

Alfred carded his fingers through Arthur’s pale hair. “Promise me you’ll never do it again?”

“I promise,” Arthur replied immediately, nodding frantically against Alfred’s chest.

“Good,” Alfred mumbled, and pulled back to look into his boyfriend’s face.

Arthur immediately reached out, wiping away the wetness that lingered on Alfred’s face. “That’s enough crying for one night, don’t you think?” He asked gently, a wobbly smile coming to his face.

Alfred responded with a tired, but obviously sincere, smile of his own. “Yeah,” he nodded, “let’s order some takeout.”

Arthur let out a sputtered, wet laugh and nodded in agreement. “Large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese, green peppers, and mushrooms?”

“God, I love you,” Alfred responded as he pulled the man in for a kiss.

#aph #usuk #usuk fic #aph fic #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland #superhero au #hetalia #hetalia fic #my writing

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electricbluetempest · 5 years

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Widowerner AU - Part 3

The family was ecstatic, but one person still wasn’t entirely convinced. “So his ghost is moving the little window thingy?” Wilbert asked. “Yup, it’s like a way for spirits to talk to us from the other side.” Rosie explained. “But why can’t we see him? Your dad’s a ghost too and we can see him.” “Because my dad crossed over from the other side and decided to stay here.” Wilbert tilted his head, then asked the board a question. “Can we /see/ you again, dad?” ‘Yes’ The air around everyone got colder all of a sudden. Rosie’s spine tingled, there was a lot of spiritual energy suddenly forming here and she could feel it. This is the last one, so enjoy it anons!! (Feat. Luds’ ghostblossom fankid)

Perhaps Nic has to wait for the perfect time for his idea to come. He told his dad he'll be out for a bit and went to the end of Isle 3 to find his friend, Rosie.

"Hey... sorry about your dad, Nic." She approached.

"I know.. say, now that my dad's a ghost....."

"What, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Let's find him if he's inside the train" The two said together.

They went inside the train as Rosie grabs a walkie talkie "Is Dr. Alfred Kahl on this train?" No ghost didn't come up to the young woman. Rosie faced her friend and sighed. "I think we're gonna have to do this the hard way."

"What do you mean 'the hard way'?"

"Get the Ouija board, we're summoning him."

The two of them sat down on the ground by the train with a Ouija board, both of them with their hands on the planchette and waiting for something to happen. Rosie had lit a candle and put it beside them as part of the ritual they were about to do.

“Do these things actually work?” Nic asked.

“Trust me, I’ve done this before.”

“How do we know if the spirit isn’t lying?”

“I’ll be able to tell. Now. If there is a presence here, let us know.”

The candle wavered and went out, but neither of them felt any wind. Nic’s eyes widened. Is this really it?

“We are looking for the spirit of this boy’s recently deceased father. Are you the ghost of Dr. Alfred Kahl?”

The planchette seemed to skitter, slowly hovering to the ‘yes’.

"Dad?!"

"Shhhh, don't scare his spirit away away."

Nic kept quiet as a small gust of wind whooshed over his face. "Are you lying? If not, do you know my name?"

The planchette slowly moved to the 'no'. Meaning the ghost is not lying. Then the planchette hovered to the letters 'N', 'I' and 'C'.

"Dad.... can you hear me?" The planchette moved over to the 'yes' again. Nic was relieved. He's actually talking to his dad.

“Oh my god, it’s really you! Dad, we’ve missed you so much!”

‘I M-I-S-S Y-O-U T-O-O’

“But, with this, it’s like you’re not really gone! Rosie, this is amazing!”

Nic stopped himself. He realized this could be his chance to say something to his dad. “Listen...I’m sorry I was a bad kid growing up. I keep thinking back to all the times I got mad and yelled at you, and I just feel awful and stupid. And I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye as you were dying. ...Can you forgive me?”

‘I A-L-R-E-A-D-Y H-A-V-E’

Nic felt a weight off his shoulders. “Is there any way we can see you again?”

‘YES’

“I can feel the presence slowly leaving.” Rosie said with urgency. “Spirit, send your final message before I lose the connection.”

‘B-R-I-N-G T-H-E R-E-S-T T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W’

The planchette slowly scooted to the 'good-bye'.

Nic had a small smile on his face. "Rosie. thank you."

"You're welcome."

Nic stood up and went back home, it was already late at the evening and he had to come back for dinner. He got back home with Werner and Wilbert at the table.

"Goodness, vhy are you late? Your dinner's getting cold."

"Sorry dad, I actually did something really awesome today."

"Vat is it?"

"I talked to dad!"

Werner didn't believe that much. Did this really happen?

“How is zhat possible?”

“So you remember my friend Rosie? She and I went and channeled his spirit! We actually got to talk to him for a bit.”

Werner was amazed. “Can ve see him?”

“He wants us to meet him again tomorrow. You, Wilbert, Uncle Robot, all of us should go to Rosie’s tomorrow so we can do this again.”

As Nic ate his cold dinner, Werner felt a warm feeling rising in his chest. A mix of excitement and relief, he had felt so empty after his husband died and now they had something to help with that feeling.

It was already past bedtime, quarter to midnight, Nic is still up writing something in his journal.

'I did something awesome today. I talked to my friend Rosie earlier to ask if my dad's ghost is present. Fortunately, this board thingy (Ouija? is that the spelling?) called my dad's ghost and I was able to talk to him! I promise him to bring my family tomorrow so my other dad can see him too! For now I should be asleep. This is Nic Werman, signing out. Good night!'

Nic closed his journal and placed both the book and the pencil on his desk and turned off the lights. He snuggled under his blanket and closed his eyes. By the window, a ghostly figure can be seen forming a shape of an old man. Dr. Kahl touched the glass to see his son asleep.

"Thank you, Nic....."

***

Nic could barely concentrate at all the next day. This was going to be the real deal, his family was going to see what he saw last night. When nightfall finally came, he rushed everyone out of the house to meet up with Rosie.

“So, why are we here again?” Wilbert asked as they arrived at the haunted railroad tracks.

“Rosie has a way for us to speak to dad again. When I spoke to dad’s ghost last night, he wanted all of us to come here.”

Wilbert’s eyes got wider and he had to hide his excitement. Werner was trying to do the same, still a bit skeptical about how this exactly worked. Rosie was waiting outside for them, ready to begin.

"You guys know the drill?" Rosie asked as she lit the candle.

"What's this board thing?" Wilbert touched it.

"Hey... you don't want to summon an evil ghost."

Wilbert placed his arms away as they all wait for any paranormal presence.

"If there is a presence, let us know." A sudden gust of wind blew, the candle was put out. Nic had a smile on his face, knowing his dad came. "We are looking for the soul of this family's recently deceased relative. Are you the ghost of Dr. Alfred Kahl?"

'Yes'

Werner opened his eyes to find out his husband had came to see them. "Alfred? Is zis really you?"

'I-T-S M-E W-E-R-N-E-R"

It was the robot's turn to ask. "FATHER? ARE YOU ACTUALLY TALKING TO US?"

'Yes'

The family was ecstatic, but one person still wasn’t entirely convinced.

“So his ghost is moving the little window thingy?” Wilbert asked.

“Yup, it’s like a way for spirits to talk to us from the other side.” Rosie explained.

“But why can’t we see him? Your dad’s a ghost too and we can see him.”

“Because my dad crossed over from the other side and decided to stay here.”

Wilbert tilted his head, then asked the board a question. “Can we see you again, dad?”

‘Yes’

The air around everyone got colder all of a sudden. Rosie’s spine tingled, there was a lot of spiritual energy suddenly forming here and she could feel it.

Rosie felt the tingling on her head. Her eyes twitched a bit and she placed her hands on her head to find the signal. "I can feel something. Spirit, show yourself."

The air blew in a moderate to fast speed. The candle managed to light itself as the family felt the coldness of the wind. The wind starts to form a shape of a man, the wind suddenly stopped as the family saw the ghost of Alfred.

"Dad?" Nic gasped. "Is that..... you?"

“It is.” He replied.

Kahl looked down at his arms and hands, then the rest of his body. He was now bluish and transparent, his legs gone with a spindly ghost tail taking his place.

“Well, this is an interesting form, isn’t it?”

“Dad!” Nic wasted no time running over to his dad to hug him, as tightly as he could.

Kahl’s new body was weightless and couldn’t be felt by Nic, but Kahl could feel how tightly Nic was grabbing on. Wilbert joined, grabbing ahold of Kahl’s ghost tail and hugging that. Kahl wrapped his arms against both boys, even though they couldn’t feel it.

“I’m back, boys. You don’t have to cry any more.” This didn’t stop them, though. Both boys were overwhelmed with emotion.

Uncle Robot put a hand down for Kahl to climb on to, just as he did when Kahl was alive. But the robot was surprised to see Kahl float up towards his face and give his cheek a hug.

“Look at that! I don’t need to climb on your hand any more. Have you missed me?”

The robot gave his tiny ghost creator a squeeze, then let him float back down. Werner had been the most shocked about this, standing perfectly still and watching his dead husband suddenly appear before his eyes. Now it was his turn, and Kahl’s ghost stood before him with a gentle look in his eyes. Both men waited for the other to speak first.

The waiting is starting to get a bit awkward. Both men wanted to speak but they don't want to talk first.

"A-A-Alfred?" The rat began.

Dr. Kahl hugged him tightly, even though his husband can't feel it. Werner wrapped his arms around his dead husband as his eyes began to water.

"I missed you very much." Kahl continued to hug. He can feel his husband's tears pour down and landing on his shoulder. "Please don't cry, my love. I'm here, it's ok."

"Alfred... I miss you too.." Werner kept sobbing as he can feel the love coming back from the doctor.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore. I’m here now. I’ve crossed the plane, I can be with you all again. ...Just as a ghost.”

Werner jolted back. “You are?!”

“It’ll take some getting used to, me being a ghost and all. But I couldn’t bare to leave you. All of you.”

Werner started to laugh-cry. He tried nuzzling his husband’s hair like he would when Kahl was alive, so happy for his return.

“...Can you feel zhat?” Werner’s voice was hoarse from crying.

“I can, actually.”

“Can you feel zhis?” Werner pulled the ghost in for a kiss. Kahl was shocked for a moment but kissed his husband back, not sure if Werner could tell that he did.

The two men continue to kiss, thought one of them can't feel the other one. They pulled away and held each other's hands.

"It's really great talking to you again."

"Alfred, I vish you can stay here for a bit, but I know it's time for you to go."

"I wish too. I wish I can spend more time with you guys again."

The family pulled into a group hug for good-bye. Dr. Kahl can feel his family's love again, even though he's dead. Now it's time for him to say good-bye.

"I'll go back to the other side now. Don't worry, I will see you guys again, one day." The doctor waved his arm. "Good-bye!"

The wind slowly blew as Dr. Kahl's ghost disappears along with the air. Werner wiped his tears as the wind stopped blowing.

"Zhank you, Alfred......."

#long post #widowerner au #that 'can you feel zhat? ...can you feel zhis?' moment made luds cry so hard #I am a murderer of the luds

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You are loved (Bruce X Reader)

Summary: Reader comes home, emotionally overwhelmed to find the boys fighting and lets out a flood of emotion that only Bruce can calm Pairing: Bruce x Reader Word Count: 2267 SFW Warnings: childhood abuse, angst but later fluffy.

This was requested by @cas-backwards-tie #batmoms4life!

And proofread by the lovely @cattwomannn and @thatchtheawesomecook. I’m tagging @mydesigninglife in it because I demand she read it :P

No one liked a rough day, least of all Y/N. She was on her way back from visiting her family, and that visit had gone poorly. They were not the nicest bunch of people to her, but she felt obligated to make the effort to see them and visit them. But her family were ungrateful for those visits; they always belittled her and hissed cruel words both to her face and behind her back. Y/N thought she’d escaped the worst of it when she had moved to Gotham to go to university, but their dominion over her had kept pulling her back to them, making her feel like she owed them something.

Luckily, she had a home here in Gotham with her fiance, Bruce Wayne. She hadn’t told her family about him nor their engagement. Y/N knew that the behavior would change and suddenly they would look like the perfect family. It was toxic and she would not allow herself to go down that route. Not to mention, Bruce was Batman. He’d see through the social masks of her family in a second. Even if he may not take action against them, she didn’t want to put Bruce in a position where he needed to bear her burden or defend her. This was her issue, as far as she was concerned.

Y/N drove up the driveway to Wayne Manor. As she parked the car, she rested her head on the steering wheel. Today had taken it’s toll on her patience and happiness. She was socially overwhelmed and just wanted to curl up in bed. It was the first time she hoped Bruce, and Damian for that matter, were on patrol when she got in. Taking a deep shaking breath, Y/N composed herself and stepped out of the car and into the house.

Of course, there was never a dull moment in Wayne Manor, especially when Bruce’s other sons decided to visit. She was met by Jason holding Tim in the air with Dick trying to drag Damian away.

“Fight me like a man Drake!”

“You bit me! That’s fighting like an animal!”

Damian lunged towards Tim, almost breaking Dick’s grip on him. Alfred watch impassively, but Y/N knew he was not amused by this in the slightest.

“Welcome home Miss. May I take your coat?” Asked Alfred politely, artfully maneuvering around the chaos.

“Yes, thank you Alfred” Y/N replied softly. The loud yells and fighting but an uneasy feeling in her stomach. It was just like with her blood family. Screaming, fighting and then the guilt. Even though she was not part of the boys fight, it was an instant emotional reaction for her to feel guilty. As if she was to blame. Alfred seemed to notice her low demeanor.

“Are you quite alright Miss Y/N? Shall I brew some tea?”

“Hm? Oh, n-no, that won’t be-”

She was cut off by the boys further screaming, as they now turned their attention to her for support in stopping the argument. Oh no, not this. Please, just let me go to bed Y/N begged deep in the recesses of her mind.

“Mother! How can father put his faith in Drake as an heir if he won’t fight! Evidently I’m the better option!” Snapped Damian, still trying to get Dick off him. Tim finally had his feet on the floor, but Jason still had a hand on the scruff of his neck to yank him out of Damian’s reach should the argument become physical again.

“Better option?! You little-” Tim attempted to lunge at Damian, but Jason’s grip was too tight and Tim was promptly yanked back.

“Guys back down!” Said Dick sternly.

“I think it’s funny”

“Well you would Jason!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

And once again, the shouting began. Y/N raised her hands to her temples. Stop. Just stop. No more. Tears welled up in her eyes as her emotions threatened to burst out of her. Alfred reached out to her, he was the only one in the room who noticed her reaction. Y/N flinched away. Her breathing increased and her shoulders began to shake.

“Stop… P-please” she begged quietly. But it was loud enough for the boys to hear. The four of them immediately calmed down and stared at Y/N, stunned. They’d never seen her cry before, hell they’d never seen her sad. She’d been worried, sure, but even then she always had a soft and nurturing smile on her face. Y/N had always tried to make them feel happy, or at the least OK.

“Mom? Are you-” Dick began to ask, gently approaching her the way you’d approach a scared animal.

“I-I-I’m sorry… I didn’t m-mean to-” Y/N began to say before her voice broke into shuddering, choking sobs. Dick recoiled in surprise. Shaking her head, Y/N pushed past him and began to walk very quickly to the room she shared with Bruce. Feeling a presence behind her, Y/N knew it was one of the boys reaching out to stop her, to comfort her. But she couldn’t handle that right now. Alone. Just alone. Alone where it was quiet and she could just curl up. Y/N broke into a sprint through the mansion to her destination. Slamming the door behind her, she made for the bathroom. It was her go-to when she was sad because there were no windows for the boys to try to break in and Bruce was surprisingly exasperated when doors were broken down.

Once the bathroom door was locked, Y/N leaned her back against it and sank to the floor, finally letting the sobs out properly. She tried to control her breathing to calm down, to take a bath and just ease that stress from her body. But the more she tried to calm herself, the louder the sobs became and the more her breath increased. The room seemed to get smaller and smaller, like it wanted to choke the life out of her.

Y/N couldn’t seem to pull herself back out of that darkness. She could faintly hear the murmur of voices outside the door.

“Mama, c’mon open up” begged Jason softly. He could usually get what he wanted from her when he called her ‘mama’. The smallest of smiles graced Y/N’s face as she remembered all the times Jason wanted a favour and would lean his full weight on her, calling her ‘mama’. Suddenly the memories of her own mother flooded back into her heart and Y/N began to sob harder.

“Way to go Jason”

“Shut up demon-spawn!”

“I daresay this arguing was what caused her to become overwhelmed in the first place” Alfred was there, his tone was clipped and curt.

“I’m going to get Bruce” Y/N heard Dick say firmly. Bruce probably hadn’t been informed of her state by this point, the boys probably thought they could handle it themselves.

“Master Bruce is still at Wayne Enterprises”

“I’ll call him then. It’s not like there’s a higher authority than his at his own company” Dick said offhandedly. Bruce always came when one of them rang him, usually no one did because they could handle themselves. But needs must.

Y/N heard the bedroom door open as Dick left. Curling up into a tighter ball, Y/N rested her head on her arms. Why could this pain, this emotional pain that was so physical, go away?

Y/N mind went blank with darkness as she, and the people outside her door, waited for Bruce to come home. It actually didn’t take Bruce that long to get there.

“How many people did you run over to get here?” joked Jason dryly

“Too many” retorted Bruce as he approached the door. Another weak smile ghosted Y/N’s face. Bruce’s humor was usually lacking, but many years with Alfred offered him a plethora of witty comebacks.

“Y/N… Let me in” His voice was soft, not like the voice he used as Batman and not the one he used at galas. It was one he used for those he loved. Y/N shook her head, even though he couldn’t see. “You don’t need to come out, just let me in for just you and me to talk”

Again, Y/N shook her head.

“If you don’t let me in, I’ll put a hole in the wall” He warned lightly. Y/N knew he was only half-joking. Shaking, Y/N stood up and opened the door wide enough for Bruce to slip in. She was hidden behind the door so none of the boys could see her, but she was sure they were still there. And suddenly, there he was. Tall, dark and handsome with worry lines etched into his face.

“What’s happened?” Bruce asked as he took her into his arms. Y/N’s breath quickened again as the sobs began to bubble in her throat. Rocking her back and forth, Bruce didn’t ask anymore questions. He allowed her to cry into his very expensive shirt, snot and all.

“I-I visited m-my family...” she choked out, sobs breaking up her sentence. “They’ve a-always been so c-cruel to me a-and when I got h-h-h…” Y/N broke down again, shaking in Bruce’s arms. A small thud against the door told her that the boys were listening in.

“...H-home...” she continued, taking a deep breath. “I saw the b-boys fighting and it reminded me of my c-childhood, when they yelled at me and fought”

“You’re not with them anymore, you’re with a family who loves you. Everyone in this house adores you. Even the other heroes love you. They always ask about you if you’re not in the Batcave and the first thing I hear when I go to meet the league is “how’s Y/N”. You’re more loved than you feel” Bruce assured her. Y/N’s tears were drying on her cheeks. The expenditure of her emotions and tears had left her emotionally and physically exhausted, Bruce was taking most of her weight at this point.

“There will come a point where you can wash your hands of them and on that day I send you all my love and hope that you can do it without feeling guilty because by God you have nothing to feel guilty about” He continued passionately. Bruce leaned down a pressed a soft kiss to Y/N’s lips before releasing her from her grip.

“I’ll run you a bath and send the boys into one of the drawing rooms. I’m sure they’ve got some things that they want to say to you too” He said as he approached the bath. Footsteps followed by a door opening and closing told her that the boys had heard and were probably already making their way to the drawing room.

Bruce proceeded to help her undress and then settle down into the large tub that was like a small swimming pool. The entire situation was one of healing and cleansing, not seduction or lust. He washed her hair for her and gently washed her body. All the while, he spoke softly to her about anything, as if speaking too loudly would break the calm spell woven around them. He only left to grab some dry towels. They were warm when he wrapped her up in one and carried her into the adjoining bedroom. Bruce gently cradled her on the bed as she dried. As he did this, she told her all about her childhood. The abuse, the blame, the beatings and the denial when she tried to get justice for herself. Bruce just hummed in response to all she said, listening to her as no one had done before. Once Y/N had finished her tale, she dressed and walked down to the drawing room where the boys were waiting for them.

The minute they saw their mother, all four boys gently approached. Dick already had his arms open for her as he came closer.

“We’re sorry” he said as he held her close. Tim was the next to get to her, wrapping his arms around both her and Dick. Tim was then followed by Damian who clung to her waist protectively. Then finally Jason wrapped his arms around all of them.

“It’s alright…” Y/N replied softly

“No it’s not!” Said Damian stubbornly.

“Yeah. In this big old world, just leaving someone to hurt isn't acceptable…” Tim said agreeably. “And they had no right to do that to you. We’re sorry we caused you to get upset”

“More people care in this world, even if you've never spoken to them or know they exist. They're there and they'll always have your back in spirit. And we will, especially!” Said Jason.

“Wow, that’s deep coming from you Todd”

“Hush up!”

“Todd! You’re crushing me against mother!”

“Embrace our love Dami!”

“No!”

“Let’s just all put a movie on and relax” Laughed Y/N, wanting nothing more than to relax with her boys and the man she loved. Y/N’s face broke into a wide smile. The warmth and care flowing through the family was more than enough for her. It was where she belonged and where she was loved. Even if the boys argued, she knew the bonds of love and family ran deeper than words could ever described. She’d probably fall asleep during the movie and the boys would end up on patrol. But she could live with that if she was allowed these moments to just want their love and bask in the soft glow of the lights.

#bruce wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne #batfam x reader #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Batman #Nightwing #Red Hood #Red Robin #Robin #Batman Imagine #Imagine

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exxar1 · 3 years

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Episode 7: New Year, New Project (Sort Of)

1/11/2021

Happy new year!

Things aren’t looking so good for the nation right now, but I’m pleased to say my new year is off to a good start. Sticking to my resolutions has been pretty easy thus far, especially the first one. Thanks to the Bible app on my phone and iPad, I’m able to keep up with my daily devotions on my lunch break. I also bought myself a Bible and a cover for it on Amazon as a Christmas present to myself. While I normally enjoy reading books on my Kindle or iPad, I decided that I prefer to read my Bible the old fashioned way. So I use that one for my devotions right before bed.

This week I also began work on one of my other resolutions. Last month, as I was browsing Amazon, I stumbled across a book titled “Single, Gay, Christian: A Personal Journey of Faith and Sexual Identity”. It’s by a young man named Gregory Coles. Both the title and synopsis intrigued me, so I bought it for reading later. This week, I decided to use my lunch break to read instead of just playing games or surfing social media on my phone. I started Greg’s book on Monday and finished it by Friday.

And…wow.

This is the synopsis from Greg’s website:

Let’s make a deal, you and me. Let’s make promises to each other.

I promise to tell you my story. The whole story. I’ll tell you about a boy in love with Jesus who, at the fateful onset of puberty, realized his sexual attractions were persistently and exclusively for other guys. I’ll tell you how I lay on my bed in the middle of the night and whispered to myself the words I’ve whispered a thousand times since: “I’m gay.”

Is it possible to be gay and still follow Jesus? And if so, what happens next? If you believe the Bible calls you to celibacy, is it possible to embrace that calling without feeling like a divine typo?

Single, Gay, Christian is the story of one person’s journey through these questions. It’s about acting like your own alter ego, about getting epiphanies from mosquitoes, about singing happy birthday to yourself while literally hiding in a closet. It’s about being gay, loving Jesus, and choosing singleness in a world that fears all three.

Greg is only in his late twenties, and he published his story just four years ago. I was immediately captivated by his writing as he put into words so many thoughts, feelings, doubts, questions, and fears that I wrestled with in my teen years and, again, have started grappling with after reaffirming my salvation and faith in God four months ago. Like him, I was terrified of anyone discovering my secret. Like him, I questioned why God had made me this way. But unlike Greg, the only way that I could reconcile my conflict was to reject God, the church and the Bible altogether. I chose to walk into adulthood on my own, living my truth as I saw fit.

Greg, however, stuck it out with God. The end result is that he came to believe it was God’s will for him to remain celibate. He’s currently serving as worship leader in his local church while teaching English part time at the university as well as writing a second book. As for me, I’m about to start the very same journey that Greg just completed.

Four months ago, when I finally surrendered to God in a heartfelt, pleading, somewhat awkward prayer on a quiet car ride home from work late one night, I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to have to return to the very same issue that I had wrestled with in high school. That was one reason I created this blog, and I’ve spent the last four months mentally preparing myself by slowly opening various doors to my past and peeking hesitantly behind them. The first door was episode two of this blog.

This week, as I read Greg’s story, I slowly realized two things. One, it was time to tell my story, and two, it needed to be more than just a blog. One of my new year’s resolutions was to tackle the issue of homosexuality and Christian faith, to reconcile this once and for all so that I could move on with the rest of my life. Greg’s story gave me the realization that the best way to tell my story was to also write a book. So that’s what I’m going to do.

But then something else occurred to me. I don’t want to tell just my story. I want to broaden the scope of the book to discuss this issue in more detail. I want to interview pastors and church leaders of different denominations to hear their interpretations of God’s view on this issue. I also want to talk to others like me who have been struggling with reconciling their faith in God with being gay. I want to deep dive on Google and Amazon to find books and other resources that will help me learn the history of the church and its relationship to the issue of homosexuality. My story is going to provide the frame. All of my interviews and research will be the painted portrait. I’ve even come up with a title: Living Beneath the Rainbow: Reconciling my Homosexuality with my Christian Faith.

Early in my senior year of high school, as part of a joint assignment for my Bible and English classes, my teachers assigned my class a religious topic that we had to research and write up in a term paper. In addition to the usual library research, we were required to interview the pastor and other leaders in our church. As with everything else in high school I did the absolute bare minimum required to complete this assignment. I loved English but despised Bible class, and I can’t even remember the topic my partner and I were assigned. I think it was predestination. Whatever the case, I did the library research, we both sat down for all of 10 minutes with the pastor, and then I wrote the paper. I have no doubt that our teachers gave us a “B” at best, or, more likely, a “C”.

Mrs. Tutty, I know you’re a regular reader of my blog postings, so I want you to know that I’m here for my makeup assignment. This time it’s just me, and this time I promise to do more than just the bare minimum. This project will require my heart and soul. In addition to the various research methods, Bible reading and prayer, I will be returning to my own past. There’s a scared, angry, frustrated, lonely – so desperately lonely – kid that’s been waiting 25 years for me to talk to him. I am going to have to peel away the faded scars of old wounds that I assumed were healed long ago. I need to reconcile with myself before I can start reconciling and building my new relationship with God. I know already that this is going to be painful, and part of me really doesn’t want to do this. I would rather just focus on the main issue and go from here.

But, in the last couple months, as I’ve been my Bible and learning all over again how to pray, I have felt God strongly reminding me of that burden that I thought I had thrown away years ago. In many ways, I’m right back where I started as a freshman in high school. How do I reconcile my faith with being gay?

But that’s not the only reason I need to write this book. Last year I decided that I wanted to get a boyfriend. I was tired of living the single life, and I had felt a need for quite some time to find that “special guy”. That was back in June when I created the Tinder profile and I met “Alfred”. And those of you who read my blog already know how that turned out. But that didn’t stop me from continuing my search for true love.

But, right about that same time is when God started to actively work within me, flipping all kinds of switches that woke me from my 23-year-long selfish complacency. I gave myself back to Him started this new journey.

Sometimes irony can be a real bitch.

After finishing Greg’s book, I have been having all kinds of new inner conflict. The main question now is, what if God’s will for the rest of my life is that I remain celibate? Just when I have begun experiencing a new kind of loneliness and the accompanying desire to satisfy that romantic hunger, I am now faced with the prospect that that hope will be forever denied me. My secret hope for this new project that I’m embarking on is that I will find the answers I’m looking for. That I will find a new peace with God and I can finally put to rest this issue once and for all.

But, deep down in my soul, my super-secret hope is that not only will I resolve and reconcile this issue, but that I will also be rewarded with finding love in a lifelong relationship with another Christian man. I desperately want to experience that love that my parents and all my brothers and so many other people in this world – especially other gay Christians – have already had the joy of living and experiencing.

But…

But what if I reach the end of this particular journey and I get the answer I don’t want to hear?

I promised God four months ago that I was His completely – heart, mind, body and soul. I will do whatever He asks of me. And in my head I know that He will give me the strength and resolve to follow through on that promise when He finally gives me answer to His will. But in my heart, I just don’t know if I can accept the answer if it’s one I don’t want to hear.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. In my typical, type-A personality fashion I’m listing all the things that can wrong with the car before I even begin the road trip. It’s time to just get in, turn the key, and start driving.

There’s also one more good reason to embark on a project like this one. I came back from Christmas vacation transformed. Not only did I feel well rested and refreshed, I also felt a very distinct sense of inner calm and centeredness as I jumped right back into a full time work schedule at both jobs. I hadn’t realized until now, looking back over the last seven months, just how angry, frustrated, and downright hostile I’d become, thanks to all the shenanigans of this country’s citizenry. I spent most of my free time surfing social media, arguing with strangers, ranting and raving like Chicken Little on speed and steroids, and most of it was for very little real result, except maybe fueling my own warped sense of righteous indignation and moral superiority. (But, for the record, I was right about almost all of it.) It also didn’t help that I was charging through most of my days on just 4 ½ hours sleep per night, thanks to the two full time jobs.

My ten day vacation was a Godsend, in more ways than one. Not only did I catch up on sleep, but I also took the time to do some serious reflection and prayer. When I returned to Las Vegas last week, I felt an eerie mixture of calm and peace, as if my whole self was enveloped in a nice, warm invisible blanket. Even that whole, crazy shitstorm on Wednesday at the capitol didn’t ruffle me. I completely ignored the TV in the break room at Walmart as I devoured Greg Coles’ story on my Kindle app. Even my interactions with the customers at both jobs were different. The old me would have been silently judging and cursing all the annoying people – the ones who take forever to do a simple task like printing off a bank statement for a loan application, or they ask dumb questions about common sense stuff, or they want to give me their whole life’s story while the ten people in line behind them silently glare at both of us.

But not the new me. I came into the new year with a new attitude. I knew I needed an adjustment. That’s why one of my resolutions was to be more kind, sympathetic and understanding to the people I interact with daily. But I think my calm, peaceful state of mind is also due to my renewed faith in Christ. I know that no matter how shitty the world around me is going to get, I have faith in the One who’s really in control of it all. And now, thanks to my new writing project, I have something into which I can pour all of my free time, my energy, my passion and my creativity.

I don’t know how long this will take. I’m hoping no more than a year, at most. I’ve already made contact with someone I found on Twitter who runs a ministry in Nashville, TN, that helps churches to create their own ministries specifically to help LGTBQ Christian teens who are struggling with their sexual identity and their service to God. I also contacted Greg Coles via his website to thank him for his book and I asked him if he would be willing to correspond with me to discuss his story – and my own project – further. No response as of yet.

But now I have a special request for all you out there reading this. If you know of someone like me who’s going through this same struggle and is willing to talk about it, or if you belong to a church that is either gay friendly or not, or if you know of any resources that you can point me to that will help in my study and research on this topic, I would greatly appreciate the assistance. I especially would like to speak to pastors or church leaders of the Lutheran, Presbyterian, Episcopalian or Methodist denominations. (I already have a Baptist pastor in mind for my first interview, hopefully later this week.)

Happy New Year, folks! It’s going to be a good one! I can feel it!

As my brothers would say, “Hoo-Rah!”

#single #gay #Christian #life #writing

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nightwingswing · 7 years

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HALLOWEEN SPECIAL! (Villains/ Anti-heroes x reader) (Part 1)

Hello my little wings!

I’ve been so busy these past months... With so much work and some family issues.

I bring you here the first part of my Halloween special! Tomorrow i hope to part Part 2 and more will come soon!!

Here i’ve featured some of the villains/ anti-heroes i will be writting on:

The list is:

BANE: Done!

BIZARRO: Done!

BLACK ADAM

BLACK MANTA

CAPTAIN COLD

CAPTAIN BOOMERANG

CATWOMAN

CHEETAH

CLAYFACE

DEATHSTROKE

GIGANTA

HARLEY QUINN

HEATWAVE

JOKER

KILLER CROC

KILLER FROST

KLARION

LEX LUTHOR: Done!

MIRROR MASTER

MR FREEZE

NYSSA AL GHUL

POISON IVY

PROFESSOR ZOOM

RA’S AL GHUL

SCARECROW.

SINESTRO

TALIA AL GHUL Done!

THE CRIME SYNDICATE ( EARTH 3)

THE PENGUIN

THE RIDDLER

TRICKSTER

TWO FACE

WEATHER WIZARD

ZOD

If your favorite villain/ anti-hero is not featured in this list you can message me or coment their name and i’ll write it in the next part!

TAGS: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @totallovelesson @algentforthewin @wonderlace19

If you want to be taged in one or all of my imagines feel free to message me anytime!!

🎃 Happy Halloween! 🎃

BANE

You were walking in the streets of Gotham, when suddenly a big black shadow knocked you down. As you hissed on pay and rubbed your sore back you saw Gotham’s Bat tending a hand down to you, he apologized as he helped you up. You smiled, telling him that it was alright. Then he suddenly yelled out

“WATCH OUT!” He protected you down with his cape as a concrete bench hit the wall behind you. Between the opening of the cape you saw a very tall, bulky man walking to you two angrily.

You felt dread fill your body as your legs trembled in fear.

“B-Bane…” You whispered, scared. The bat held you closer to him, keeping you under his cape and away from the villain’s sight.

“Give up, Bane. You’re going back to Arkham. We have all your venom cargo.”

“NEVER!” Bane shot a powerful punch at Batman jaw, making him hit the wall hard and exposing you to the villain. You curled in a ball and closed your eyes tight, your body trembled in fear as you felt the villain’s eyes on you.

“P-please don’t hurt me...please.” You mumbled looking up with teary eyes at the masked man.

“…” The villain said nothing, as he looked at your face. Meanwhile Batman had got up and was about to punch the villain, tearing his mask a bit, letting you see his thin lips. Bane did not move, he keep staring at your teary eyes with the red eyes of his mask. Batman took advantage of that and broke the Venom tubes, Bane let a yell as he felt his strength disappear, he turned angrily at the Bat. Who simply handcuffed him.

You sat there, frozen in fear and amazement. The Bat turned to you and said a short thank you. Bane, now visibly smaller, looked at you and with a weird voice asked:

“What’s your name?” He looked intensely at your (e/c) eyes.

“(y/n)…” You mumbled.

“Antonio…Antonio Diego” He said, looking at your eyes.

“W-what?” You asked, fearful.

“My name…Antonio Diego” The Batman growled and pulled him up roughly. Dragging him away to the cops.

“B-bye...” You whispered and waved at the two mans. Bane smiled at you.

“I’ll see you soon, (y/n)” He said, a bit of accent in his words.

You sat there, your legs too weak to hold you.

You didn’t know if that was bad or good.

BIZARRO

You and your (little/ big bro/sis) had gone to see the Spectacular amazing Russian family of the world circus of Russia. You had never been in a circus and thus you were thrilled. As you and your sibling sat in the first row you smiled and laughed at some of the clown antics, with the acrobats you were amazed at their spectacular act. When suddenly the tent became dark and a fire ring illuminated all the room. A powerful voice bombed thought the speakers.

“MARVEL AT THE MASTERS OF AWE AND WONDER! “A red hooded man, riffing a bike, his face hidden by a pair of sunglasses and his mouth hidden started shooting milk bottles while he passed through the fire ring. “THE ARCHING AMAZON! LOOK OUT YOU!!” A log haired red headed woman came in ridding a beautiful white horse, she shoots arrows to some targets, unfazed. Then you noticed a bulky man, with a pale/ blue skin, his hands handcuffed to a big wooden column. “THE MAN OF MIGHT! COOL, RIGHT?” The voice spokes. The pale man broke free of his handcuff in a big spectacle of strength. You feel drawn to him, interested in knowing more of the man.

Your (little / big sibling) was amazed, and suddenly clutched your wrist, and excitedly (he / she) whispered in your ear.

“oh, please please (y/n) can we go???!! Pleaseeeee pleaseeee!!” (he /she) keep whining in your ear until you admitted defeat.

“Fiine. We will go and try to talk to them after the show is done…” You smiled, looking at the interesting man. Said man looked at you from his spot and smiled at you back, his cheeks had turned a pale red. The red hooded man looked at the bulky man and then looked at you.

“YAY!! THANK YOU!” (He/she) hugged you tight. You blushed and waved to the man, who waved back. “ Can you imagine that we run away with them?! That would be so cool!”

“that’s crazy, (s/n). I don’t think that’s a good idea...” You smiled as you ruffled (her/his) hair.

After the show was done, the night had fallen. You and your sibling went to buy some food and to make time for the artist to change and relax. Then you and you (big/ lil’ sis/bro) sneaked from behind the trailers to a campfire the people of the circus were doing. You held you siblings hand as you two held you breath as you walked to them.

They welcomed you two and thanked you for your kind words and when the director of the circus tried to kick you two old the interesting, big man walked up in your defense. The angry circus ring leader huffed and let you two stay. To scared of the bulky man. The man turned to you two, his cheeks again a pale red, he smiled at you.

“Me am Bizarro.”

“I’m (y/n) and (he /she) is (s/n). “You smiled. The strong man held you hand softly and walked you close to the warm fire, so you won’t freeze and helped you to sit. You sibling sat on the other side of you, while the interesting man sat next to you.

The circus crew introduced themselves to you and you keep talking with them about their incredible acts, and sometimes you would look at the man next to you, who keep looking at you, smiling dreamily, a red blush on his cheeks. You blushed back and smiled, clutching your shirt.

His friend, who had been talking with another raven-haired man who was going back to sleep away the red headed woman, noticed, smiled at the strong man and nudged him with his elbow.

“Wow, B. You totally think that (girl/boy) is hot.” He smiled happy at his friend.

“Am (she/ he) cold? Warm?” He smiled dreamily at you while you had started singing with the circus performers and with your excited sibling.

“No, I mean you like (her/him).” The raven-haired man explained.

“How can...? Me not even know (her/him)” He keep looking at you while his friend pushed him towards you, smiling happy but with no avail.

“Just go over and say hi!”

“No, me can’t”

“Yes, you can. Go on, you big lug.” He laughed happy and pushed him towards your direction. “You’re representing the outlaws. Go- it’s an order.”

“If it am order…” Bizarro got up, and his raven-haired friend fell down to the ground from the force he was doing from pushing Bizarro towards you.

You smiled at him as he sat next to you, smiling and listening to your singing. You giggled a bit as you looked at him.

“I know, my voice is horrible. But singing makes me happy…”

“No, your voice be wonderful.” He smiled.

“Really?” You blushed.

“Yes. You am- are... you are the most beautiful (woman/man) me have ever seen.” He smiled softly at you, you felt your face explode in a blush. You smiled and grabbed his head softly, pulling him in a soft kiss.

“You are beautiful to me too, Bizarro.” You smiled at him, he smiled back and pulled you in a soft kiss again. His slightly chapped lips feel wonderful against yours.

His friend smiled at you two, happy. “Attaboy”

You pulled away softly from the kiss and leaned your head on his big warm chest, his big arms wrapped around you.

“I could get used to this.” You thought as you hugged Bizarro, nuzzling his warm chest.

And now, running away with the circus didn’t sound that crazy.

LEX LUTHOR

You and your brother were attending at a gala in Luthor manor. You could feel your brother, Bruce as he brooded.

“If you didn’t want to go, why are we going?” You asked him.

“Because we have to.”

“Oh… Because Alfred obliged you then.” You smiled.

“Agh” Buffed Bruce, admitting that it was true.

“Well, ain’t this fancy…” You whistled, looking around the ballroom. You felt your big brother huff in annoyance.

“C’mon B, be Brucie for a while, will you?” You looked at him.

“I can’t stand Luthor.” He glared at the man in question.

“C’mon B, just for an hour…” You whispered.

“No.”

“Alfred will be disappointed….” You whispered and your brother was silent for a minute” …and sad...”

“…. Fine...I’ll be Brucie. “He sighs and you cheered. “ONLY for an hour.”

“Sure thing, B. sure thing. “You smiled as the host of the party came towards you to.

“Ahhh! If isn’t my favorite attendants!” He smiled at you two.

“I’m sure you said that to everyone, Mr. Luthor.” You smiled.

“Not everyone, Beautiful.” He winked at you as you blushed, your brother took a step forward, shielding you from Luthor’s gaze.

“Back off, Luthor.” “Brucie” seethed.

“Sure, sure. I don’t want any problems, Mr. Wayne” He acted innocent. “Now…I must go to say hello to the other visitors. See you around, Bruce… (y/n) “He sent a wink your way and walked away.

“Well…I have to give it to him, he’s quite charming.”

“Don’t” Bruce seethed, glaring at Luthor’s back.

“Don’t what, b?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t fall for him.” He looked at you.

“IM NOT FALLING FOR LUTHOR! “You yelled.

And he heard, he smirked at you, winking.

“snap, I yelled right?”

“Like Alfred when Dick swings from the chandelier.”

“ sh*t…”

“Language!” Said a blond near you.

An hour later and you were lost in the crowd. You had gone to get some drinks when a crowd surrounded your brother. You got lost between the ocean of people. As you were getting dizzy from anxiousness from the situation a hand held your arm and helped you to get outside, to the beautiful garden. You took a deep breath, calming your fast beating heart.

“Thank...you.” You thanked the stranger.

“No problem, beautiful.” The man said. You recognized the voice immediately.

“Mr. Luthor?” You looked up at his eyes as he smiled.

“Please, (y/n) call me Lex.” He kissed your hand sweetly.

“o-okay, Mr. Lu- I mean Lex...” you smiled shyly at him as he smiled back at you.

“I must say, you look quite dashing today, my darling. Shall we go for a walk?” He held out his arm and you smiled, holding his arm.

You two started walking around the garden, holding arms. You two keep talking about yourselves, joking around. He was quite charming, but most evil masterminds are.

You heard your brother words resonate thought your head. But you couldn’t be falling for him…could you?

“Nah, and there is no way he likes me.” You thought.

Luthor walked you to a bench under a big sakura tree, the soft pink petals fell in you (long/short) hair. You two sat together, he held your hand.

“I must confess, (y/n) … that this is my favorite ball. “He smiled.

“Oh, why so Mr.- Lex? “You smiled.

“Because I could stay all night with you, my beautiful.” He kisses your hand sweetly. You blush hard. “I like you (y/n). I like you very much.”

“O-oh...i... i don’t know what to say...” You stuttered, blushing madly.

“Say that you like me too…that I can take you out in a date.” His face drew closer to yours. Almost kissing you.

“I-I… I guess a date wouldn’t be so bad…” You mumbled.

“Perfect.” He smiled as his lips softly touched yours, but the contact didn’t last long. As Luthor was pushed away from you. He fell to the ground holding his hurting cheek.

“DON’T TOUCH MY (BROTHER/SISTER)!! “He yelled. You held his arm and dragged him away from Lex.

“I’m so sorry! “You yelled as you dragged Bruce away. He smirked

“I will call you soon, beautiful. You own me a date.” He smirked and winked at you. You smiled back and dragged him away.

Once you two were alone in the car, back to Wayne manor:

“BRUCE, YOU PUNCHED HIM!!” You said.

“He deserved it”

“YOU. PUNCHED. HIM”

“HE KISSED YOU!! YOURE MY LITTLE (BROTHER/SISTER) YOU CAN’T DATE HIM!!”

“Then I will date superman instead.”

“YOU CAN’T DATE!!”

You giggled and smiled at the fast passing trees. Your phone suddenly beeped.

You looked down and smiled at the message.

“See you soon, beautiful 😉 “

TALIA AL GHUL

You have been Mr. Wayne secretary for a few months. You had to stay some nights working on paperwork. You’ve seen a lot of people go in and out of Mr. Wayne office, angry. But no one as angry as the woman standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry miss…”

“Al Ghul.”

“Miss Al ghul, but Mr. Wayne is busy right now, if you wish you could make an appointment- “Her fist hit the table hard.

“I’m Talia Al Ghul. I don’t make appointments.” She glared at your eyes. You glared back.

“Well, everyone must at some point.” You glared back. She seemed taken aback by your comeback, and also impressed. She smirked at you.

“Well, ain’t you the cute one.” She smirked. “You see, cutie. I have to see Bruce immediately. It’s about our son.”

She was Damian’s mother? Well, now that you looked at her closer you could see their similar nose and eyes…

“I’ll inform Mr. Wayne you are here.” You called Bruce thought the speaker, the woman keeps starring at you, intensely. Her green-brown eyes stared at your soul. You blushed under her gaze and she smirked.

“Miss, Mr. Wayne request you be quick. He’s very busy.”

“Thank you, cutie.” She smirked and walked inside. After some yells and shouts, she came out again. This time, her frown disappeared when she saw your curious gaze.

“You. Me. Italian, tonight. Dress nicely. “She left a paper with her name and number as she walked to the elevator.

“Wait... what?” You looked at the paper and at her.

“It’s a date. “She smirked sensually and she blew you a kiss as the elevator door closed.

“What just happen…?” You mumbled as you looked down to the paper. You saved her contact.

That night you were sitting in your comfy clothes and watching tv. When your bell ringed. You got up and walked to the door and when you opened the door you saw the woman from this morning, dressed in a beautiful and by the looks of expensive red wine dress. She looked up and down on you.

“Well, I expected some (dress/suit) but this works just fine. You look adorable either way.” She smirked and pulled you closer, kissing your cheek. “Let’s go, beloved.”

“Wait my tv- “You mumbled as she dragged you away.

“My ninjas will take care of it.”

“n-ninjas??” Your eyes widened as you were pulled inside an expensive car.

“Yes, beloved.” She sat next to you and signed to the driver. “Now, darling, tell me more about yourself.”

“Um- Um My name is (y/n), I’ve been working for Mr. Wayne for a few months… it’s just like a part time job, but I guess with Mr. Wayne there is no part time job...”

She smiled amused. “Oh darling, you’re adorable.” She brushed your hair out of your eyes and kissed your forehead. You blushed.

When the car stops you’re in a beautiful garden, full of exotic flowers with a delicious smell. You smiled at the beautiful sight, Talia held your hand and walked with you towards a table under a big tree. She helped you sit and then sat in front of you.

Two waitresses appeared bringing your food, they left it in front of you and you felt your mouth water at the delicious smell. Talia smiled at your cuteness.

“So, there is no one you are in a relationship or have feelings for, right?” She said nonchalant as she cut a piece of (f/f).

“Um, no. There is no one, really.” You stuttered, eating a bit of your food.

“Great. Now there is.” She ate the (f/f) gracefully.

“Um, what?” You asked confused.

“I like you, and I would want to meet you more. And so do you. You’re drawn to me, I feel it beloved. So, from now on, we are seeing each other, if I like you more I will court you then. “Her green/brown hues stared at you.

“Okay, Talia.” She smiled as you said her name and her hand covered yours.

“Perfect (y/n). “She smiled as you smiled back, your cheeks warm and red and your belly all fuzzy.

You two finish eating and she took you to walk around the garden, she put a beautiful (f/flower) on your soft (long/short) hair. You two were under a beautiful arch, covered in red rambler roses. She pulled you closer by your waist and brushed your (h/color) hair on your ear. She held your cheeks softly while caressing them and pulled you closer. While one hand was on your cheek the other weld your waist flush against hers. Your cheeks reddened in a hard blush.

She smiled softly at your cuteness. Then she pulled you in a soft, loving kiss. An electric shook flooded your bodies, making you two sighs softly and moaning at the pleasure. Your hands unconsciously wrapped around her neck, pulling her even closer. As the kiss became more passionate, her hands buried in your hair.

When your body started screaming for some air you two pulled away, your lips still close, and breathing dreamily. She smiled sweetly and pulled you to her chest, hugging you while you hugged back.

“I think I found my only true beloved…” She whispered in your hair before pulling you up again in a passionate kiss.

( Hope you enjoyed and remember! more part will come soon!! And if your favorite anti-hero/villain wasnt featured, coment or message me and i will add them! Also,if you want any of these one shorts to be part of a longer series/fic let me know! Feel free to message me any time!!!💓)

( I also have an old Talia x Batmom fic half done, but im kind of scared to post it..should i post it?)

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shitkkwrites · 7 years

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Comfort

From one of my in-progress works, titled “Love Found, and Lost.”

Trigger warning for mentions of childhood / teenage abuse, so proceed with caution.

“Fedya?”

“Yes, love?” Alfred said distractedly, one hand preoccupied with his red, white and blue-colored fidget cube.

“Are... are you sure you can talk about it? I-I mean... it's okay if... if you don't want to,” Ivan said softly, slinging one arm around him. They'd ended up in Al's bedroom, which was decorated in what he guessed was a typical American-style: sports team posters all over the walls, one occupied shelf housing various football-related awards, a helmet that had a place of honor in-between all the accolades, comic books piled haphazardly here and there, the soft glow of a desktop computer whose screensaver had been set to dancing rainbow lines; a clothes hamper that wasn't half-full yet.

They'd ended up on his bed, which was cheekily decorated with a Captain America motif'd bedsheet, although there was a Thor plush toy on the bedside counter, looking really battered and worse for wear (it was Al's only memory from his previous home).

“W-well... I... I think I can, if you're here. You should know, me and Mattie are... different,” he began, his fingers idly flicking the fidget cube. “I look up to him like a hero. Which he really is. I mean...”

“Hm?”

“...haven't you ever wondered why it's just me and him in this house?”

“Well, Fedya... I did think about it from time to time, but...”

“You see, it's like this. Me and Mattie aren't from here in Montclair. We used to live down south. Like, way down south,” he began, looking anywhere but at his boyfriend.

“Florida?” Ivan inquired, curious. He could only guess as to why Alfred was avoiding his gaze, but he decided to let his boyfriend do his thing as he continued talking.

“No. We're originally from San Antonio, Texas. Our parents... well, sometimes I'm envious of you and your mom. Your dad's a bit scary though.”

At this, Ivan could only snort.

“True, my father may be like that. But I know he cares about us siblings. He's just not... as... expressive, I think? Yes. Not as expressive as my mother is. But anyway, you were saying...?”

He then looked at Alfred, who'd stopped messing with the fidget cube and had placed it beside the Thor plushie, before picking up the battered stuffed toy and holding it rather tightly.

“Our parents... they only cared for their wealth and ambitions. Mattie wasn't supposed to be a lawyer, in all honesty. He wanted to be a veterinarian. But our perfectionist prick of a dad... had other ideas. So, Mattie was forced to become one. As for me? Well, I got lucky before they started forcing me to become an engineer...” he trailed off, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“Dorogoy, what do you mean—?”

“My mom didn't really care much about us. It was always our dad who ruled over everything back home. Maybe she was scared. Seeing him get corrupted by the money he earned. He... he wasn't like that before,” he broke off as he squeezed the plush toy as hard as he could to hide the fact his hands were shaking.

“It was like... he changed overnight. And in a way, it changed everything in our family. I could tell Mom was unhappy, but she didn't want to speak up, because she was beaten whenever she tried to. I... we grew up hearing her crying every single night. It was...terrifying,” he muttered, fighting the urge to cry.

“Fedya...” Ivan said softly, before drawing the shaking American into a warm hug. “It's okay, it's alright... you don't have to talk if it upsets you,” he whispered softly, rubbing Alfred's back as he did so.

“I tried to sneak into her room, to tell her that the screaming was unbearable, but she'd just look at me before slamming the door shut in my face. Since then? I had to block it out. Every. Single. Night. There were other times Mattie would get beaten, and I'd hear him cry out, but I couldn't do anything. The next day he'd be all smiles and then tell me to keep my chin up as we headed out to school. And then...”

“And then...?” Ivan prompted, still rubbing Alfred's back.

“I'd stay out of his hair as much as I could, of course. But there are times I'd get on his nerves, and then he'd beat me up too. Oh, it's nothing too serious, don't worry,” he broke off, trying to lighten the mood a little as Ivan's hands stopped running up and down his back. “Mattie was the one who had to bear the brunt of it all. Sometimes he'd defend me from our dad when I'd get into trouble. Other times I defended him, even if he told me not to.”

“Fedya... I didn't know. Are you sure you'll be okay? Talking about this?” he asked, an apprehensive tone in his voice before looking at Alfred once more.

“Y-yeah, I'll b-be fine,” he whispered back, both hands now all but squeezing the plushie he was holding. “I guess I just needed someone to... hear me out.”

“Fedya. If you're not okay with talking about it, we can stop here. I mean, I know it hurts. It hurts me, too. That you were treated that way...”

“Oh, V-Vanya...” he choked out, resting his head into Ivan's shoulder. It took a few moments for the Russian to realize that his shoulder was slowly getting damp.

“Shh... you don't have to continue,” he reassured the American, wrapping both his arms around the other trembling figure. “S-sorry.”

“N-no, I... I can manage.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, skepticism in his voice.

“Y-yeah...” Alfred trailed off, not realizing that he was already crying hard in his boyfriend's arms.

“W-well, anyway, things got to a head after my fourteenth birthday. I didn't know that Mattie was going to like, drop a bomb that one evening. When he came out to our parents... that's where things got really nasty.”

“How... how so?” Ivan asked, as he had an idea of how it felt. He'd come out to most of his family after he'd turned eighteen, and while the reception on his end was mostly knowing smiles from his sisters and (an unexpected) sigh of relief from his mother, his father was the hardest one to gauge out of them all.

“We were just about halfway done with dinner when Mattie apologized, cutting across the silence and then just outright saying, 'Mom, Dad... I'm gay,' and that set off the shit storm. Mom began to cry before bailing from the table, and while I was a bit surprised at his pronouncement, I wasn't expecting our...dad to stand up, and then point to another room of the house,” he began, stopping to catch his breath before he continued,

“It was... horrifying. The silence was pressing down so hard, I almost went crazy. When he and Mattie left, and I was all alone at the table... that's when I heard... the screaming. It wasn't my mom though. It was Mattie...”

Silence was the only reply Ivan could give, before threading one of his hands through Alfred's hair, giving him reassuring, gentle pats.

“And then... and then, after that, I tried to block it all out. It was... I couldn't do anything much. I wanted to run to my room, but hearing Mattie scream for his life... I tried to intervene. I-I tried to stop our dad, but...”

“But?” Ivan continued, waiting for him to continue.

“B-but... when I did get the c-courage to follow them into th-the living room? Mattie told me to... to stay out of it. Of course, I didn't w-want to. I'd heard so much, I don't like to hear those sounds anymore. I was halfway into the room when Mattie all but broke free from... from dad's hold and shoved me out of the room, telling me to wait for him after it was all over. So, I did the next-best thing: I-I fled to my room...”

“Oh, sunshine...” Ivan whispered softly. If he was an empath, he'd have exploded due to the rolling waves of sadness that were permeating all around his boyfriend right then and there. It was like a sea of nothing but blackness had rolled out from Alfred; the painful, heart-wrenching kind that could effectively rip a person apart to shreds in a manner of moments.

“I... I couldn't sleep that night. It was l-like, an hour before dawn when my r-room door finally opened and Mattie peeked in. It was then I knew he'd had enough. So, a year later we fled.”

“It's a good thing you did... otherwise I wouldn't have met you,” Ivan began after a long silence, a smile crossing his face. He'd let Alfred melt into his arms, the way he was crying, and just whispered soothing things in Russian, even if he knew the other one couldn't understand it.

“So... you're also like me and Mattie...?” The sandy-blonde muttered hoarsely, shoulders still shaking from the latest round of crying he'd just released.

“Da. I haven't told you yet, have I?” He rumbled, unable to fight off the smile on his face. “And you thought I was straight?”

“Oh, Vanya, you have no idea,” Alfred muttered, still muffled in his shoulder. It was really warm there for some reason, and he just wanted to stay in that particular spot. “Well, now that I know you're also gay... it's kind of a relief, actually. What if I was dating someone who wasn't, and was just forced to?

“Oh, sunshine. Even if I was straight I'd still let you date me,” he continued, this time gently taking Alfred by the shoulders and slowly moving him so they faced each other. “It's okay now...” he whispered, one hand slowly rising up so he could brush the last of Alfred's tears away. “I'm sorry if I was such an idiot the first few times you talked with me.”

“Yeah, you were a regal prick. A regal pissy depressed prick,” the American chuckled, a weak attempt at humor. “Glad to see you aren't. And you're still a bear.”

“Whatever, Fedya.”

“Love you too, Vanya,” he said back, quirky grin on his face before blinking in surprise as this time, it was Ivan who'd initiated contact by closing the distance and cutting him off with a soft, gentle kiss on the lips before he could say anything else.

Instinctively, he slowly wrapped his own arms around Ivan, one hand still hanging onto the plush toy as the other slowly wound its way into the ash-blonde hair, nudging his head closer, unwilling to break the contact between them. It felt so warm, really. Not like with the times he had to act like such a poser in front of his team mates with a girl hanging off his arms. This was just... perfect.

Unable to resist, Ivan then tilted backwards, bringing Alfred along with him as they fell onto the sheets, the Russian's arms wrapping around his lanky frame as he held him closer, afraid to let go of him now that he knew just how...wrecked his ray of sunshine was.

“I'll protect you,” were the first words Ivan whispered, slowly breaking away from Alfred's kiss before brushing a kiss on the American's nose. “I may not be as... good as Matvey in some aspects, but I promise you, I'll protect you. From anything. From everything. From the world, if you wish.

“Matvey?”

“Your brother.”

“Oh,” was all he had time for as Ivan began trailing a soft thread of kisses upwards from his nose, to his forehead, before going back down his cheeks and then burying his face in the crook of Alfred's neck.

“Vanya?”

“Yes, love?”

“Th-thank you. For hearing me out.”

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Disclaimer: Batman and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics. Warnings: Canon-typical violence & language Pairings: BabsDinah, CassBrenda Rating: T Prompt: ( @shobogan ) Answered! Though if I want to get more specific, @renaroo pls write me an epic cross-generational adventure featuring at least four Batgirls in which Dinah and Babs are married, Cass saves Brenda through time travel shenanigans, and Steph mentors Nell.

A/N: This one TOTALLY got ahead of me but I now adore this universe and would love to expand upon it more someday bc SAGE YOU HAVE SUCH GOOD IDEAS and I’m here to serve.

Bruce’s death struck something in her that Barbara was not aware could be shook anymore.

Not after she had been in the line of work she was for so long.

The dismantled Birds of Prey, the death of the Batman, the flight of so many new and impressive Bats in Gotham that she barely knew what to make of it all.

She was, loathed as she was to admit it, loathed as she was to allow it to hurt her any further, emotionally compromised.

Barbara needed to pull in rank. She needed help.

She needed to protect her legacy. Because legacy -- Bruce was right in that regard -- legacy was all they truly left behind.

Dinah opened the door. She was at least ten minutes earlier than Barbara had assumed she would have been, even using the JLA transporters. Barbara should have known she would have been -- should have known Dinah.

“I’m so sorry,” Dinah said, coming to Barbara’s side. “I know I’m part of the Network, I know that I’m supposed to be out there helping the chaos, but... But I had to make sure you were okay first. God, Babs, I remembered the gang wars and what happened to you and the watchtower and--”

Barbara wrapped her arms around Dinah’s neck, breathed in her hair. It had been too long -- they had let themselves be apart too long.

“I need help, will you help me?” she asked Dinah without warning.

“You know I will, Barbara,” Dinah responded without hesitation, her own arms wrapping around Barbara’s shoulders. “You don’t even have to ask.”

“I need you,” Babs said, tears streaming down her face. She pulled back enough to look Dinah in the face, to cup Dinah’s chin in her hands. “I’ve made more mistakes in my life than I would ever admit, Dinah. But the biggest was letting you walk away -- not from the team. From me. From us. And I need you. God, I need you.”

Dinah’s hands tenderly found Barbara’s face, thumbs brushing away the tears. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”

It was mourning, it was emotionally compromised, it was human, and it was one of the people in her life who made her the most human that Barbara kissed that night, that she proposed a new life with that night.

Of course, there was her other proposal as well.

She was surprised when she learned that Cassandra was building her own Network, almost a rival to what Barbara had already established. Perhaps, more surprised than she should have been.

Cassandra had earned her stubborn streak from Barbara herself.

Alfred walked down to the cave alongside Barbara for most of the way, but he had many things to attend to -- official Wayne family business, dealing with Tim’s injuries, coaxing Dick, managing that Damian child that Barbara only knew in passing.

If there was anyone in the world Barbara may have trusted Cassandra’s well being with after she lost the one man she saw as a father after what Cain had done to her, it was Alfred.

But it wasn’t about what other people could do for Cass.

It was about what Barbara should have been doing from the beginning.

“Cass,” Barbara announced herself, though she knew Cass had heard her come in and made a point of not turning away from the multiple computer screens before her.

That was most certainly a pointed gesture. Just as it was a pointed gesture that Cass was refusing to remove her full face mask.

“Helena wants to send her thanks for helping at the harbor,” Barbara continued.

“Okay,” Cass answered, using the cursor to click on the Huntress’ file on the screen.

Barbara stared at Batgirl’s back and wondered why she had let things get to that point to begin with.

“That’s not the only reason I came,” Barbara continued lowly. “I came to check on you. Because I’m worried about you. You were... fairly ruthless out there tonight. That’s not like you.”

Cassandra might have been one of the most powerful fighters Barbara had ever met, but she was marked by her gentleness, by never taking things a step too far.

That was not the Batgirl who had been on the streets that night.

“Have you let yourself cry yet?” Barbara asked. “Have you let yourself... Are you taking care of yourself?”

At that, Cassandra quickly spun her chair to face Barbara. She was still using the full facemask as a shield, a barrier between them.

That had never been its purpose before, but Cass had grown to hide behind it. She must have gotten that from Bruce.

“Why do you care?” she demanded bluntly. “Why are you... here!?”

There were many answers that Barbara could have given, but she was only interested in giving the truth. She pushed her chair forward, closer to her former protege, to her friend, to her...

“I’m here for you,” Barbara said, her own tears welling. “I’m here because I love you, and I’ve not done enough to show the people I love that I love them. And now one of them is gone and he’ll never hear directly from me what he meant to me. And I regret it. I regret that I have to trust that he could see it in the woman I grew up to become thanks to him. I hate that I drove you away so that you don’t even have that from me.”

There was silence, and then, reluctantly, Cassandra reached up and pulled off her mask.

Her hair was a mess -- sweaty and sticking up at all ends. Choppy, like she had cut it herself recently to fit better in her mask. It was something that Barbara used to do for her back in the day. Her face was wet, which was a testament to the flow of her tears since the mask was at least partially absorbent.

But the real testament to Cassandra’s pain was in her eyes. The red rimmed, the bloodshot, the sniffing nose.

“He was my... my dad,” Cass said, reaching into one of the front pouches of her belt and producing a crumpled sheet of paper despite the shaking of her whole body. “He... This says it. My-my copy.” She then buried her face in her hands. “Still can’t-can’t read all-all words. St-still so... so du--”

“Shh,” Barbara cut her off, moving fast to rush forward and catch the crumbling girl, let Cassandra become a puddle in her lap. Barbara rested her chin on Cass’ head and slowly rubbed circles on her back. “Shh, never say that. Never say that.” She squeezed her own eyes shut. “I’m so sorry, Cass. I’m so, so sorry, Cass. I can’t go on without us being okay again. I can’t let yo go on not knowing how much I love you. Do you hear me? I love you, and I’m sorry you didn’t know.”

“I love you, too, B-Barbara,” Cass hiccuped into Barbara’s shoulder. “Love you, too. C-Can’t make... can’t make Network -- can’t make legacy without you.”

“Neither can I, Cass,” Barbara assured her in soothing whispers. “We’ll do it together. Just like we always should have.”

Helena stood in the Cave. It was the first time she had been there, aware of what home it rested beneath, given the so-called honor of being a guest in its halls.

“Is this a guilt thing?” she asked Barbara and Dick as they walked her from the carport toward what seemed to be a hall of encased costumes. “Because I don’t really feel like honoring someone’s complex today.”

She would have much rather spent her Saturday sleeping in. She had spent every night and almost every day working on keeping Gotham safe in the aftermath of-- well...

There was a look that passed between Dick and Babs, the kind that read volumes between friends who had known each other a long time.

“Wouldn’t know,” Dick finally answered with a shrug. “It’s part of his will.”

Helena didn’t have to ask whose. Didn’t want to even if she hadn’t known.

“Here we go,” Barbara explained, waving to the case she had stopped in front of.

For a moment, Helena didn’t get it, but then her eyes drifted to the suit. The emblem. The shape of the mannequin which wore it. Her look hardened and then she glanced from side to side -- they were in a lane of Batman suits. Those worn by Bruce over the years, some that were worn by his temporary replacements.

And in the middle was the one she had made herself what felt like so many years ago.

Not the one repurposed for Batgirl.

Hers.

The one she wore when Batman disappeared at the beginning of Gotham’s No Man’s Land asylum. When she was the only Batman to be found.

Without thinking it through, her hand came up and she touched the glass. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was in her chest -- but it was pride and it was hurt.

Turning back, Helena looked directly to Barbara first and foremost. “What is this?”

“Rebuilding a legacy,” Barbara answered. “And making sure all the right people are honored for it -- are still a part of it if they choose to be.”

Helena remained unmoving, waiting for more to be revealed.

“Bruce left in his will that he didn’t want me to be Batman, that it could die with him,” Dick explained, arms crossed. “But those of us who have taken up for him in his absence before know that can’t be true. Batman and Robin can never die. So I’m ready to bear that responsibility... but to do it my own way. And to ask, respectfully, of all the previous mantle holders before me if I can have their permission to do so.”

Taking a breath, Helena tried to keep her head on straight. “I... Well, I think the record shows that I was always about defying Bruce when it came to style points,” she replied. She then looked to Barbara. Looked to her friend. Because there was more to the puzzle, still. “What are we doing here?” she asked, figuring her response was more than enough to give Dick whatever permission he was looking for.

“Dick’s methods are going to put him in the city more, he wants to utilize the resources Bruce had stockpiled there,” Barbara answered, folding her arms before her chin. “It’d be a waste for something as technologically lavish and as important to all of our histories as the Batcave itself to go to waste.”

Helena’s smile grew. “You’re going to give me more toys from this collection, aren’t you?”

“You do like toys,” Babs replied wryly. “Also... I’d like to take the opportunity to let you know that Dinah and I are engaged.”

“That,” Helena responded with a wave of her hand,”is by far the least surprising news of this night.”

The wedding was not a wedding. It was a union.

Barbara’s dad, Helena, Cassandra, Charlie, Sin, Lian, and Roy were there. Dick texted them congratulations near immediately, but what with the move, the cowl, and the newly orphaned Wayne, he had difficulties of his own getting to the courthouse.

It took a lot of tough upper lip for Barbara to not take it personally that Tim didn’t come. But she knew he was suffering in ways the rest of them could only imagine.

Their honeymoon was not a honeymoon, it was a recruitment drive with Zinda at the proverbial and literal wheel.

She handed her assignments to Helena, Cass, and Charlie as they left. Dinah put them in charge of watching Sin. And then behind their backs made sure that Sin understood she was in charge of watching the three of them.

“I saw your list,” Dinah said in the middle of kissing every inch of Barbara. “You know that Cassandra is going to go against it and invite who she wanted all along.”

“I trust Cassandra, even when we don’t see eye to eye,” Barbara replied, entwining fingers with her wife. “Helena’s responsible.”

“Helena also will do what she wants and invite who she wants,” Dinah argued, finally getting to the line of Barbara’s jaw.

“You’re right,” Babs smiled. “But that’s the Legacy more than anything, isn’t it? Doing what your gut says is right no matter who’s in charge and disagrees with you?”

“As long as you’re self-aware,” Dinah laughed warmly into Barbara’s ear before locking their lips.

It was the best night of her life, with her high strung anxieties for once melted away by the trust she felt for each and every person around her.

It was a Legacy, not a Network. But it was a network of trust.

The least surprising person to be picked up while they were gone was Stephanie Brown.

She had been Spoiler then Robin then Spoiler again.

At the moment, she was standing off to the side in Barbara’s Batcave with her full mask still on and Cassandra standing firmly by her side. As if Cass’ presence was needed to show the act as one of defiance.

“We’ve never gotten off on the right foot, have we, Spoiler?” Barbara asked as Dinah went and had her reunion with Sin.

“I get that a lot from people who wear funny ears on their costumes,” Stephanie replied. “I’ve been training with Huntress and Batgirl for a whole week. I trained with Robin and Batman before...”

Before was a difficult but necessary place to leave that sentence.

Cassandra was unmoving, eyes set on Barbara intensely.

Barbara did not miss the very deliberate way that she was not wearing her costume.

“You’re serious then,” Barbara said, folding her fingers together on her lap. “What was Helena’s opinion?”

“Yes,” Cass said without hesitation. “Before we even... started. It was yes.”

Of course it was, Barbara should have gotten Cassandra and Helena to work together sooner. They were almost a hivemind when it came to instinctive readings on people, fighting Barbara back when she needed to be fought back, and giving her migraines in the process.

But it wasn’t about them. It was bigger than that. It was even bigger than Stephanie Brown.

Steph tilted her head and looked questioningly at Cass. “Wait, yes to what? I thought we were doing this whole Birds of Prey outreach thing, right? Same as what Huntress is doing right now with Misfit and Catwoman and Question--”

“You’re more important,” Cass said without hesitation.

Stephanie looked back to Barbara, apparently not pleased with Cass’ penchant for being cryptic.

“Stephanie Brown, we’re not simply working with the Birds of Prey,” Barbara informed her. “If you would like to do only that, you will continue working with Huntress and Black Canary, Misfit and the rest. You can do so as Spoiler or any identity you determine suits you best now that we’re in a time of everything about Gotham being Reborn.” Barbara dipped her chin down, looking steadily at Stephanie from over the rim of her glasses. “But, if you’re willing, Cassandra has chosen you for a deeper level entirely. For being a part of all of our legacy. To be a part of something more intimate.”

Folding her arms, Stephanie tried to seem nonchalant but she was almost shaking with nerves. “Do I have to be adopted by someone? That seems to be everyone’s MO lately.”

“You just have to answer a question Cassandra has for you,” Barbara replied, nodding to her daughter.

Cass looked at Stephanie with such meaning, such emotion, it prompted Spoiler to pull back her hood and mask.

“Cass?”

“Stephanie,” Cass began, “will you be... the new Batgirl?”

Shocked, Stephanie dropped her mask.

There was a tense silence, and then the girl let out a whooping scream before leaping at Cassandra and giving her a bear hug, lifting her off the floor and twirling around with her.

“Only a thousand times yes!” she cried out.

Barbara and Cass exchanged soft smiles.

It was Phase One. Their legacy was moving forward.

It had been too long since Barbara had sparred with Cassandra.

She was fast she was good, but she went easy on Barbara. And that was her downfall. That was when she had Dinah bring Sin in and them both take her on.

“Girls, girls, we’re family,” Barbara reminded her adopted daughters as she pulled out her eskrima. She smirked at them both as they got into stance. “That means we never hold back.”

Sin made the mistake of leaning too much on Cassandra’s lead. Cassandra made the mistake of being too soft toward the woman she saw as her mother.

Barbara knew all too well that she wanted her girls to live with even the toughest fighter on the streets agains them. They both hit the mats at the same time.

“Wow,” Sin managed, rubbing her jaw.

Cass got to her feet in one motion and narrowed her eyes. She was mad because she had lost.

Barbara couldn’t help but smile.

Good.

“Stay back,” Cassandra warned Sin before lunging forward toward Barbara.

“Okay?” Sin asked while Cass and Babs erupted into a flurry of attacks and motion.

Cassandra had no weapons. Barbara was in her chair. They fought dirty to make up for the things they lacked, and that was exactly what Barbara wanted.

Her Legacy was going to be stronger than her. Better than her. And her family was going to be thrice that.

“I want you to sign up for ballet,” Babs managed to grunt out in between hits.

Cassandra pivoted and moved into her next attack. “I don’t want--”

“It’s not what you want, Cassie,” Barbara admonished. “It’s about what’s best for you. You may be mine and Dinah’s daughter, but you’re also one of the Wayne heirs. You’ll be expected to have a more public persona, and I also want you to do something that’ll make you happy.”

For a moment, just a moment, Cassandra left an opening. “You did... ballet.”

The next thing Cassandra knew, she was on her back on the mats again with Barbara leaning over her.

“And we’ll do it again together,” Barbara said to her happily. “Because you need to be a civilian, Cassandra Wayne Gordon-Lance. And you also need a new costume and name now that Stephanie’s almost through bootcamp. And unfortunately, Batwoman seems to be taken.”

“Didn’t want to be anyway,” Cass said, sitting up and hugging her knees. Her brows knit together as she rested her chin against her knees. There were tears welling up in her eyes. “Was... was supposed to be Batman.”

Barbara felt her heart break. “Oh, Cass... you... there could be two, if you want to--” she stopped as Cassandra made a point of shaking her head.

When she looked up, Barbara realized that Sin had been silently moving toward them all that time, her own eyes filled with tears. “Sisters,” she said, also getting Cass’ attention. “I am to be Black Canary. But I love you more. Please take my new name instead if it make you happy, Sisters. Please. You can take it and not cry, that would be enough for me.”

Cass’ mouth hung open in shock at the selflessness of the action before she reached over and pulled Sin into a giant bear hug, rolling with her on the mats. “You make me not cry. You make me happy, Sister,” Cass said over Sin’s giggling.

Babs watched them with a soft smile before Cass came to a stop and looked up at Barbara meaningfully. “Ask Huntress,” she said. “I want to be... The Bat.”

With a small huff and a smile, Barbara shook her head. “No, Cass. You can ask her. When you go to tutoring tomorrow.”

Stephanie came back to the cave with a hollow look to her face and a noticeable tremor in her arms. She carried herself toward the lockers all the same and slumped onto the bench in front of her locker.

But whatever energy she had used to get herself to that point seemed completely gone by the time she made it that far and she couldn’t manage to even pull more than her cowl off.

If Barbara had needed the evidence that the new Batgirl was crying, she got it.

Barbara, in truth, had been waiting for one of these nights, and she hated with everything in her that it was only Stephanie’s third night without Cassandra at her back.

“Oh, Steph,” she soothed, coming to her side. “We can’t save everyone.”

“I know that,” Stephanie said, rubbing at her face to get rid of the gross sobbing. “I know that. But I always... I hope... if I’m good enough--”

Not letting even a single other word out of her, Barbara pulled Stephanie into a tight embrace. “You are good enough, you’re Batgirl,” she reminded the young woman fiercely. “And when you wear that costume you are bigger than yourself, not just because of the women who came before you, but because of the person you have forged yourself to be. And we all believe in you.”

“Babs...” Stephanie sniffed.

“If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine,” she assured Stephanie. “I’m trying to run too many systems, too many people at once. The world needs Oracle, but so does the League and the Titans and Birds. But my family, my Batgirls, deserve Oracle most of all.”

“You can’t be everywhere,” Steph attempted to argue.

“I can,” Babs assured her. “But I make things a mess, get overstretched.” She looked up to Stephanie meaningfully. “How’re you doing in classes?”

“I don’t see how that’s--”

“Because if you’re paying attention in the you may have noticed a new classmate of yours came in later in the semester than usual. Her name is Wendy Harris,” Barbara explained. “It’s going to be your new job to bring her in.”

Wendy took to cipher like a fish to water, and it wasn’t long before she joined Stephanie and Cassandra in joking around on the job. More Stephanie than Cassandra, of course, but it wasn’t long before Wendy was able to monitor both of them from patrols on opposite sides of town at the same time.

All with Sin sitting patiently in her lap and asking a thousand questions per night about her sister’s progress.

“Sorry if she’s annoying while you’re working,” Dinah attempted to apologize as she sent Sin off to bed. “She’s taken a real shine to Cassandra, both being adopted super badasses and all.”

“Are you kidding?” Wendy had answered, rubbing tears from the corners of her eyes. “Speaking sister-to-sister is one of the things I look forward to the most with this job.”

Barbara was taking a break from her own servers to drink what was left of her most recent cup of coffee and watch the scene unfold from a distance. A distance she shared with Leslie Thompkins.

“You know that Cassandra has tendencies to be more like Bruce, God bless his soul, than almost anyone I have had the pleasure of meeting,” Leslie said. “And I’ve had more than a hand in raising and evaluating the Boys over the years.”

“I do,” Barbara said, raising her mug to her lips again.

“And you’re aware that closing people off, punishing herself -- that comes as part of that package,” Leslie pressed.

“I’m aware,” Barbara said. “No one fought with Bruce harder than you, except maybe me, Leslie. I know what my daughter needs.” She looked to Leslie with a knowing smile. “She needs what I learned to need when I was just the same -- a team, a family. And that’s what we’ve built here out of the Legacy. Everywhere she turns, even when Bruce is not there, even when I’m not there, she knows there are a dozen more people who are. They need her, and more importantly she needs them.”

Leslie nodded. “Thank you for helping with Wendy Harris.”

“Thank you for everything, Leslie,” Barbara replied. “And I mean that.”

It’s after ballet that Cassandra insisted that they get some tea and relax together. It was something that Barbara couldn’t refuse, considering that getting Cassandra to start ballet to begin with had been like pulling teeth. It was the least she could have done to humor her.

Dinah was holding Sin’s right hand, Cass holding Sin’s left, and Charlie bouncing around and talking about, or rather complaining about, the lack of capes on recent new superheroes in the magazine rags. Stephanie argued about the lack of Bats despite the magazine’s supposed Gotham base.

It was downright domestic in downtown Gotham, and something that Barbara never thought she’d be a part of.

“Oh, here’s the place -- it opened up in that store I was considering getting to start up my floral business again,” Dinah announced, pointing to the cafe.

“Alright, let’s hurry in, get something to warm us up,” Barbara said, trying to motion for the girls to usher forward.

“Just wants to get back to work,” Cass sniggered, picking Sin up to carry her once Dinah released Sin’s other hand.

“Someone has to work around here,” Barbara defended, leading the way into the cafe.

“Welcome to Brenda’s Cafe! The special today is--” the woman behind the counter looked up and dropped the handful of mugs that were in her hands, breaking them against the counter. “Cassandra!?”

Everyone stopped at the cafe’s entrance and looked in surprise at the woman.

Some of them got used to being recognized around the city -- Barbara’s face was known by every cop in Gotham county, as was Dinah’s thanks to her own father. Stephanie had various friends from high school and college.

When Cass was recognized, it was always Miss Wayne. And it never carried the familiarity that the cafe worker was giving Cassandra.

Fortunately, Cassandra did not drop Sin, but her shock was shared all the same.

“Brenda?” she asked. “But... Blüdhaven--”

“I thought you...” this so-called Brenda continued, walking around the counter, eyes widening. “My god, it’s really you!?”

Cass put Sin down and immediately the two collided into an embrace, tearful and emotional beyond anything Barbara had seen from Cass in years.

Sin moved to Dinah’s side and tugged on her coat. “Sister is happy?”

“Very,” Dinah replied before looking smugly toward Barbara. “But Babs isn’t. What’s the deal?”

Barbara couldn’t help her frown. “Not that I’m turning into my father--”

“Which you totally are,” Dinah snickered.

“But she has tattoos,” Babs pointed out to the roarous laughter of her family around her.

It had been years. Years since Barbara took the step to grow her personal Legacy, her personal family, and nurture it the way it had always deserved.

The way she had always deserved and never allowed herself to feel that way.

Cassandra had not looked as nervous on her wedding day as she had then right then. Meanwhile Sin was trying out designs for a new Black Canary outfit.

Stephanie, according to the monitors, was pulling in through the third cave system. She liked taking the long routes as Nightwing those days, it seemed. Scenic and showy for the new recruit.

“Never knew,” Cass said, chewing on her knuckle. “Never knew he... had a daughter.”

“I put the dots together,” Barbara said sympathetically, reaching a mug of tea Brenda had made for them toward Cass. “John Robinson’s daughter, like her mother, goes by her mother’s maiden name. Little. And she has been a Batgirl fan her whole life -- since the moment she heard stories of the heroic young woman who fought to the ends of the world to save her father’s life.”

“Failed,” Cass said, not accepting the tea.

“Not how I see it,” Barbara pointed out. “As for your pick...?”

“Tiffany,” Cass said, looking to the other monitor as Charlie and Dinah came through the Manor -- to Damian’s eternal chagrin. The young Fox girl was curious and full of energy. “Smart. To have more than one at the same time.”

“Being Batgirl isn’t just about independence or worth,” Barbara said calmly. “Our directive -- the Legacy’s directive -- is to ensure that young women who make the selfless choice to put on our emblem, to better our city, to avenge the innocents who are harmed, receive the vital support and training they need to do so.” She looked proudly at the woman her daughter had become. “That’s what the Birds of Prey is. That’s what the Legacy is.”

Cass smiled proudly back. “We’re Batgirl.”

#writing #femslash february #batfic #BabsDinah #Barbara Gordon #Dinah Laurel Lance #Cassandra Cain #Helena Bertinelli #Stephanie Brown #Sin Lance #Wendy Harris #Leslie Thompkins #Brenda Miller #OTP: Assam Tea #Charlotte Gage Radcliffe #Nell Little #Tiffany Fox

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