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auroreliis · 7 months

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i just have one of the most life changing ideas ever and its- blind, deaf, and mute baking with the batfam. you can choose who’s who and who’s filming and who has the fire extinguisher ready.

Thank you for this request! It was entertaining to write :)

Yeah Alfred said no, so you had to wait until he and Bruce left the manor

Platonic Yandere!Batfam

Summary: Chaos in the kitchen (blind, mute and deaf baking)

CW: no warnings

(not edited or proofread)

This was going to be fun, that was for sure. However, the arguing that came along with it was maddening.

Currently all four of your brothers were talking over, shouting at and fighting with each other.

Together you had all decided to bake a cake while one of you was deaf, one mute and one blind. The only problem was that there were five of you, so either one role repeated or you had to find a different solution.

The primary source of the conflict was the question of who would have which role.

Dick requested to do it randomly, but Jason insisted that he and Damian should be mute, because they talk too much.

Damian, on the other hand, was not pleased with that solution and instead told Jason to just be deaf. However, Tim stated that he also didn't want to hear Damian and Dick talk.

Exhaling, you leaned your cheek against your palm with your elbow positioned on the kitchen counter. Maybe you should just call Alfred. The idea of all four of them getting in trouble was entertaining enough for you to subconsciously snicker. Just as quickly as it appeared, your smile dropped again when you heard what role they had decided for you.

"You'll be filming, alright, Songbird?", Dick pointed at you, expecting you to comply.

"What? No! I want to bake the cake too!", you protested, but to no avail. "No way! You'd burn the kitchen down", Dick dismissed you with the wave of his hand.

"Wow. So you trust Dick in the kitchen, but not me?", you turned to the others, not really believing they had any say in this at all. You were met with silence from their end.

Unbelievable. This was another thing about your new family. Everything fun was verboten. More specifically, anything that was even insignificantly risky, was off the table. Which sucked, since you were basically living off adrenaline.

You turned away from them to sulk in silence, knowing that they wouldn't change their minds.

By the time you had come to terms with the current arrangement, they had all settled and decided the following:

-Dick was mute

-Jason was deaf

-Tim and Damian were blind

While not completely satisfied, you realised that they would at least be somewhat entertaining to watch. Boredom was staring to get to you and you could only watch so many movies and TV shows before getting sick of them.

The start was...rocky, to say the least.

Tim and Damian were bumping into each other quite often. Neither were really happy when they realised who had just walked into them and after a while, they started searching for each other to purposefully bump into each other.

Dick was stressed, but you were having the time of your life. Sometimes you even called out to them, "Tim, watch out, Damian is to your left!", only to see them trying to ram into each other.

Dick was getting more peeved every time and his face always scrunched up. Every now and then, he would glance at you, wanting you to stop telling them each other's locations, but he could never ask you to stop. You were only helping your dear brothers stay safe, at the end of the day (and also he was mute).

Dick was having troubles. He relied on words so much, that being mute was really difficult for him. It was impossible to stand around and do nothing while the others argued and hit each other, but he couldn't diffuse any fights. He did try using sign language with Jason, but he mostly turned away from him and pretended to not to have seen him.

Jason often grabbed both Tim and Damian by the shoulders to guide them past any obstacles. What they didn't know, was that he would always make sure to leave some cake batter on their clothes. He would look to you afterwards and wink, implying that this stays between you and him.

Overall, Jason was doing great. He was in his own world, doing his own thing, listening to music and sometimes even humming or dancing along to it.

Damian was very irritated, especially when he, halfway through, noticed that his clothes were covered in cake batter. During the challenge, he often tried to identify Jason and trip him. He usually failed, since Jason avoided him, however he did succeed once. Jason fell and knocked Dick over along with him, luckily Dick couldn't say anything about it. Jason later tried to trip Damian as well, but he somehow managed to avoid falling every time.

Dick and Jason were the ones who did the most, because they could actually see, but Tim and Damian often tried to be involved more, even though it was a bad idea. Like when Tim accidentally knocked over the oil which Dick carelessly placed on the edge of the counter and Damian almost slipped on the puddle.

Tim stayed on the sidelines for most of the challenge. He did try to help, but it typically ended poorly. He just couldn't get used to the lack of vision. Even so, he did fling cake batter towards the source of Damian's voice when the latter mocked him for his lack of orientation.

When they had finally placed the cake into the oven, all of you exhaled in relief. You were starting to fear that you would suffocate from laughter. You had been laughing so much, that Dick considered setting up another camera, one which only filmed you and your radiant smile.

He did follow through with this. However, you only found out when you caught him rewatching the video a month later before going to bed. His proudest accomplishment, according to him, was finally making you enjoy spending time with them. You slammed the door when you left his room.

After a quick break you continued filming them when it was time to decorate.

Dick pushed everyone away and frosted completely by himself. However, nobody stayed still.

Damian, with sprinkles in hand, was tripped by Jason and stopped himself from falling by grabbing whatever was nearest to him. It just so happens that his hand landed on the cake.

Then another argument erupted, primarily because Jason was angry about the ruined cake.

Dick decided to rip off the tape from his mouth to diffuse the situation and end the challenge.

They all agreed that it was time to stop. You stopped filming and took a look around.

You lacked the vocabulary to describe the state of the kitchen after this challenge. "Chaotic" would be an understatement. Alfred would fall to his knees upon entering, only to quickly get up because his trousers would be covered in cake batter.

"So...when will dad and Alfred be returning?", you broke the awkward silence.

"I think they said on the 14th", Dick wiped his hands clean.

"Wait, what day is today?", Jason chimed in.

You were about to check on your phone when the sound of a door unlocking echoed through the manor

All of you exchanged looks.

Uh Oh...

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petite-phthora · 3 months

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Shouldn’t have digital evidence when you have a family of hackers

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 14]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Text in italics and in-between ' means it is said in sign language

'For example.'

If an entire scene is written in italics, that means that that scene is a flashback.

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When Jason glances at where Danny and Ellie were, he sees nothing. He’s too relieved to really care much about how they got out of here so quickly.

He’ll ask Danny about it later.

Probably…

“Red Hood.”

“Bitch.” Is his response.

Jason is slightly disappointed, but entirely unsurprised, by the lack of reaction he gets.

“Who were they?”

“What were those civilians doing on the roof?”

“Where did they even go?”

“Just some informants for a case I’ve been working on.” Jason says, not giving anything about them away.

“Which case?”

“Did they attack you?”

“Yeah, who took a bite out of your arm? And more importantly, how did you taste?”

“Steph, I don’t think now’s the time—”

‘Medical assistance?’

Jason follows the Bats’ gazes towards his injured arm. He resists the urge to hide it and instead crosses his arms, trying to play it off.

“No, this is from… a cat.”

“A cat?”

“Yes. A stray cat. Bit me.”

“Tch. It’s obvious Todd is incompetent when it comes to caring for animals. For it to attack you like that you must have done quite poorly. What did you do to it?” Damien glares at him in an accusatory way.

“I didn’t do shit, Demon Brat. I was just scanning the street when it bit me outta nowhere.”

“Well, excuse me if I don’t believe you, Todd. You clearly must have cornered, threatened, or hurt it in some way for it to react—"

“Yeah, yeah.” Jason cuts him off and rolls his eyes, even though none of them can see it through the helmet. The energy is there.

“Animals hate me, and I can’t take care of them for shit. Now, can we move on to why you’re all here on my turf?” Jason stares them all down.

Before anyone else can speak up, Dick starts talking.

“Can’t an elder brother just visit his younger sibling every once in a while?” Dick asks with a totally innocent grin.

“No.”

Dick shrugs. “Worth a shot.”

“While we originally came here to interrogate you about your involvement in the disappearance of the Joker, these imbeciles wanted to use the encounter as a way to simultaneously confront you about your new… beloved” Damian says, gesturing towards the others sounding completely done and unimpressed.

‘Got them flowers?’

“So how was the dinner? And the observatory? Do they like the stars? What’s their name? Hobbies? Age? Appearance? Interests?”

“Are they hot?”

“Seeing as you picked up a bouquet of sweet peas in costume, and didn’t take a detour to your apartment or safehouse before your location started glitching, I have to ask. Are you dating a civilian as Red Hood?” Babs speaks up over the comms.

Tim stays suspiciously silent, not asking any questions. Jason cuts them all off.

“Where the hell did you even get this information from?”

“Tim snitched.”

“Drake mentioned it.”

“Tim.”

“Timmy told us.”

“Red Robin informed us about your outing.”

“I hacked some cams to see you pick up the flowers, but Tim was the one to say you were on a date at the time.”

Tim raises his finger and opens his mouth as if he’s about to speak up and defend himself. He then stops, seemingly considering something before dropping his hand back down and just shrugging.

“If you didn’t want anyone to know you shouldn’t have gone out as Red Hood when getting the flowers and taking them out to dinner.

“Besides, I tried to respect your privacy and redirect everyone somewhere else to keep them off your back. But they interrogated me, and I’m sorry.” He says, not sounding sorry at all. “It just… slipped out.”

“You didn’t try that hard—"

Tim shushes Steph and cuts her off.

“Besides! Babs also stalked you! Through the cameras! And, I didn’t say that much. I just told them you were on a date.”

Jason glares at them all through the visor of his helmet. Meanwhile, Dick crosses his arms and pouts.

“Yeah, Timbers—” “No real names.” “— wouldn’t tell us anything! He used his lack of sleep against us.”

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“So Timmy, I need you to tell me everything. Pretty please?”

Tim raises his finger and opens his mouth as if he’s about to speak up. Then his eyes roll into the back of his head and he starts falling backward.

Dick yelps and manages to catch him before he falls onto the ground and hits his head.

“Damn it, Tim!” He whines. “Passing out like that should not have been the power move that it is.”

“He can fall asleep after this?!” Steph’s incredulous voice pipes up.

Dick’s gaze moves from Tim over to where Steph was previously half-dying due to Tim’s monstrosity of a drink. She’s standing by now, clutching the mug in a death grip. She’s twitching every now and again, her foot tapping the floor rapidly.

“Ehm, Steph? You okay?”

“Mhmm, think I’m having a stroke”

“Oh, that’s not good—”

Dick cuts himself off as Steph starts to stumble. He moves closer to catch her in case she falls as well, but luckily she manages to save herself from falling, clumsily moving to sit down on the floor instead.

Once seated, she lets her back hit the floor. She also lets go of the mug, letting it spill onto and roll around the floor of the cave.

“Y’know, I think I’m just gonna stay here for a bit. Maybe do some stalactite gazing. It’s riveting stuff, I tell you!”

Dick lets out a small sigh and nods a little.

“You do you, boo”

He gets a thumbs-up in response.

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“Why are you actually here?” He cuts them off, already done with their bullshit. “Don’t start the bullshit about the ‘date’ again. Either talk business or leave.”

He privately notes the lack of green in his vision.

They all glance at each other before Batman steps forward and speaks up.

“What is your involvement in the disappearance of the Joker.”

“I don’t have anything to do with the Joker’s disappearance” Jason vehemently denies, arms still crossed.

“Are you sure about that?” Babs’ voice pipes up over the comms.

A hologram forms above Batman’s gauntlet computer. The hologram shows a picture of Jason in his Red Hood costume without his helmet grinning at the camera. He’s holding up the camera selfie style and seems to be in one of the alleys of Crime Alley.

The most intriguing part of the picture is the figure next to Jason on the ground. There, in clear view, lies the dead body of the Joker. His head seems to be caved in in a way that shows he most likely died on impact, hit by something that had a lot of force.

Jason pauses at the sight of one of his most precious keepsakes.

“Of course you hacked my phone” He scoffs, clearly unhappy.

Jason turns back to look at the Bats and watches their reactions to the revelation the Joker is most certainly dead. Dick seems to have some sort of weight lifted off of his shoulders. Cass doesn’t give anything away.

Damian is unimpressed, scoffing at the hologram and likely already mentally criticizing the technique. Steph seems to be more relaxed, “Damn, Jason, this totally looks like that one Grant Gustin next to the grave meme,” while Tim seems to be having some kind of world-shattering epiphany.

He then eyes Batman’s tense posture. Jason shifts slightly, getting ready to fight if it comes to it.

“Red Hood. Did you kill the Joker?” Batman grinds out slowly, pinning Jason with a soul-piercing stare. Jason carefully eyes Batman’s tightened fists before locking eyes with him again.

“No,” Jason answers honestly.

Jason and Batman are locked in a stare-down, neither speaking another word. The tense silence goes on for a few seconds before it’s broken by Dick casually putting his arm around Jason’s shoulders in a friendly gesture.

“Welp. Seems like he didn’t do it, B. If he says he didn’t, I believe him.” Dick speaks up.

Jason and Batman both untense a little, the moment broken. Jason lets out a small grumble and shrugs Dick’s arm off his shoulders. Dick lets him with a smile.

“Wait, so you just found his body dead in a ditch somewhere? I called it!” Steph pipes up.

She holds her hand up for a high-five. Cass gives her one.

Jason shrugs nonchalantly “You could say that.”

“You may not have killed him, but it’s clear you’re covering for the actual murderer. Who is it and why are you protecting them?” Batman asks, not letting it go.

“You may not believe me, B, but it was just a freak accident as far as I could tell.”

If you call a meta one-punching the Joker in self-defense a ‘freak accident’.

It’s not like Danny meant to do it. Ergo: accident.

“Nothing more, nothing less. I found him like that. All I did was get rid of the body and wipe some cams. Not that those would have been much helpful if let unwiped anyway.” He shrugs, unconcerned.

“Do you know what caused the files to become corrupted this way? I’ve seen corrupted files before, but this is something else…” Babs says over the comms, tone curious.

“Nah, they were like that even before I wiped them. Might have something to do with whatever took the fucker out. Don’t know though, and I don’t care.I’m just glad the city’s finally rid of that bastard.”

“Amen to that!”

Batman’s glare moves over from Jason to Tim, who meets his gaze headfirst and just gives him an unimpressed stare in return.

“You gotta be honest, B. There’s not really anyone gonna be missing him…”

“Now, if that’s all. I gotta go. I’ve got some work to do, cases to solve, groceries to buy. Y’know, not everyone has the freedom to walk around dressed as furries beating up bad guys 24/7. Some of us have a life.” Jason cuts in.

“And since when are you the one to have a life outside of being a vigilante?”

“Oh, you know, since somewhere around the time my gruesome murder was finally avenged,” Jason says sarcastically.

“Who knew that that would be something that would make it feel like a weight is lifted off of your shoulders and that it would finally bring some peace into your life?

“Let me know if you find the guy who did it, okay? Feel like this was a great service to the community and it deserves a nice reward. Might bake ‘em a cake or something. Maybe some cookies… ” Jason pretends to think.

“Where’s the body?” Batman asks, ignoring Jason’s sarcasm.

“And when are you going to introduce us to your new partner?” Dick chimes in as well.

“Not telling you, and never if I can help it. Now, goodbye.” Jason grinds out before leaving.

Jason turns and runs to the edge of the building, making his way over to the next building and leaving the Bats behind on the roof. As he gets farther away from the other vigilantes, the last thing he hears is Steph speaking up.

“Is it just me or did that conversation involve a lot less… green-eyed rage than I expected?”

Now, it’s time to plan that next date…

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mangoisms · 9 months

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circle k (back to you)

summary: in which you're just the graveyard shift employee at circle k bombarded by vigilantes.

━ chapter four: walking slow (i’m all alone) | read chapter three

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 5k

━ warnings: blood, minor injury

━ masterlist

“So, what brings you to Keystone? Internship?”

You watch Flash serve himself a cherry Slurpee. Then after a moment of contemplation, pick up another cup and serve blue raspberry.

Your eyebrows raise but you still answer. “Yeah. Internship.”

“You go to GU, then? Who are you working for?”

You blink and he’s at the counter, one blue raspberry Slurpee set in front of you, with him already sipping on his as he awaits your answer.

“I’m here for Quickstart.”

“Quickstart, huh? Workin’ with Jesse Chambers?”

“Hardly. I’m just an underling with the PR department.”

The company’s main location was in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, anyway, so Jesse Chambers, Quickstart Enterprises’ CEO, could be found there. Not to say she didn’t drop into Keystone’s location, though. She did. Quite frequently, according to your supervisor.

“So you came all the way out here for it. They have a location in Gotham, don’t they?”

“Harder to get into,” you say dryly. “Plus, I couldn’t afford to study abroad, so this is the next best thing.”

He laughs. The sound surprises you, mostly because it sounds genuine. Any attempts to squash down your own pleasure at making him—a world renowned superhero—laugh that way fails tremendously. Oh, well. You’re only human. Anyone would appreciate making one of these guys genuinely laugh. If you made Wonder Woman laugh, you think your life would be complete. You could die there and wouldn’t be upset about it.

(Flash is cool but he’s not that cool, sorry.)

His laughter tapers off, a smile lingering behind. He gestures to the Slurpee.

“That’s for you, you know.”

“I didn’t want to assume.”

“Assume.”

Your lips twitch. “Thank you. I’ll pay for it.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Kid, I wouldn’t get it for you and make you pay for it. That’s messed up. I’m paying for it.”

“You don’t—”

“So!” He belches, then pats his stomach. “‘Scuse me. What’s the dream, then? Y’wanna work at Quickstart after you graduate?”

You sip at the Slurpee. “Not necessarily… but I wouldn’t say no to it.”

“Then?”

You lift a shoulder. “Wayne Enterprises, probably.”

“Ooh. The big one. Not LexCorp? I hear the going rate for a spokesperson there is high…”

“Yeah, because they have to constantly field rumors about illicit R&D projects and illegal Kryptonite shipments.”

He barks a laugh and you shake your head, smiling.

“Yeah, no, I’ll pass. WE has a better track record and they still pay well.”

“True enough. Probably also less likely to be indicted as an accomplice for something or another.”

“Exactly.”

“Ever thought about the Titans? Or the League?”

“And be at constant risk of kidnapping or death?”

“To be fair, I think you have that risk when working at Wayne Enterprises, too. And also, we are obligated by contract to rescue any and all employees that get kidnapped.”

“The fact that that is a clause in an employee contract is a bit of a red flag.”

“Or a green flag,” he counters. “Wayne probably doesn’t have that. If you get kidnapped, that’s it. You’re just—gone.”

“That’s… a comforting thought.”

“Just sayin’. Though I guess the average person would be much happier with something ‘normal’ like WE. Family and loved ones, too.”

You nod thoughtlessly. “If my parents were alive, I’m sure they’d prefer that.”

He blinks. You wince. Right…

You take a sometimes flippant approach to the death of your parents; if anyone makes dead parent jokes the most between you and Tim, it is definitely you, though they never cease to amuse him and Steph.

“It’s nothing,” you say in the next moment, glancing up at him. “Sorry.”

He huffs. “Jeez, what are you apologizing for? If anyone should—”

“It’s fine, Flash. It happened when I was a teenager. I have a bad habit of joking about it just to… not make things too heavy.”

“Sure. Sure. I get it. I’m, like, the leading authority on using comedy as a defense mechanism.”

You laugh. “Very self-aware.”

“I try.” He pauses, head tilting as he looks at you. “I am sorry, though. That they’re gone.”

You smile bracingly and shrug. “Can’t change it. But thanks.”

“And it’s cool what you want to do. Really. Good luck at Quickstart.”

You smile and it feels genuine.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

He gives you an exaggerated thumbs-up, then he’s gone, blue lightning zapping in his wake, fine hairs on your arms raising because of it. The accompanying gust of wind knocks some stuff off the shelves but you don’t mind.

Flash isn’t so bad. Not bad at all.

“So… what’s your story?”

“In the present, I am being harassed by a vigilante—”

A soft groan. “Come on. You know what I mean.”

You suppress a smile, fixing the display of Lays chips. Next to you, Red Robin watches you for a moment, then does the same for a display of Takis.

“Don’t you already know?”

“What makes you say that?”

People call Batman the world’s greatest detective. You’re sure the trait has to pass down to his underlings.

You relay that to Red, who huffs.

“We are not his underlings. That’s a little offensive, you know.”

“You know what I mean,” you say, throwing his earlier words back to him, stepping over to the candy section, organizing packs of gummy bears and gummy worms.

You partially expect him to get annoyed again but he lets out a soft snicker, amused by something. Your gall, maybe.

But after thinking about it for a while, you are the person with the advantage here. After all, Steph and Tim know you are getting vigilantes as visitors. Even if you piss him or any of the others off, if they do something, you very much trust your friends to raise hell about it.

And, well, there is something deceptively familiar about Red Robin. Enough so to lure you into this weird sense of comfort. Like he’s a friend or something.

(Which is ridiculous. You know that. But you can feel that way as long as you acknowledge it.)

“Pass me some gummy bears? Thanks. Well, it is true that I could get that information—”

“Not have?”

“I like to give people the benefit of doubt.”

“Really?”

“Give me a break,” he complains but you catch the twitch of his lips as he fights a smile.

“Alright,” you relent. “You were saying?”

He shrugs. “A record is just a record. It’s not the full picture, is it?”

“I guess not.”

“So.” He makes an aimless gesture to you. “Fill in the gaps for me?”

You finally chuckle. “There’s not much to tell, Red. I was born here. Have lived here all my life. Parents are dead. Died in the earthquake. That’s really it.”

“Sorry about your parents,” he offers.

“It’s fine.”

“But that can’t be it.”

“You seem very certain about that.”

“W-Well,” he stammers, making your eyebrows raise. “Just—call it a hunch.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say doubtfully. “Is there something specific you’re after?”

He relaxes some. “I mean… you’re in school, right?”

You nod, deciding to pause your work right now to focus on this conversation, a bit curious yourself as to why he even wants to know.

To better his reputation, perhaps. It is not wrong to say you have your own reservations regarding the city’s vigilantes but again, that’s just a side effect of their effective management of it—ruling by fear. Why change that for you? You’re no one special.

“So… what do you want to do when you graduate? Any hopes and dreams? Anywhere you want to work?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“You sound like my friends,” you say, shaking your head.

Steph knows where you’d like to work. The answer has been the same since you started college and picked your major. The dream is somewhere like Wayne Enterprises. One of the few companies that you actually trust, that you think are doing good work for the world.

But you obviously can’t say that to Tim, whose adoptive father owns the company.

Steph says you can. That he’s not going to think you’re telling him that to get a leg-up in the application process. You believe it, too. You’ve known Tim long enough for at least that. But it’s still a little bit embarrassing.

“It can’t be that bad. It’s not, like… LexCorp, right?”

You laugh. “No way. Of course not.”

His lips curve, seemingly pleased by something. “Then?”

You scratch your cheek. “I dunno. Wayne Enterprises, I guess. They’re not… the worst.”

“No LexCorp, that’s for sure.”

“Half of the appeal.”

“What’s so wrong with wanting to work there?” he asks next, head tilting.

“Ah, you know…” you say evasively, turning to resume your work. “Everyone and their dog wants to work there. For a good reason, of course. I dunno. Guess I just feel a little basic for it.”

That’s a lie, of course. You’re embarrassed because of your connection to Tim and his connection to the company. Like out of all the companies that you actually want to work at… it’s the one his adoptive father owns. It’s the one where Tim himself had a brief stint as major shareholder when he was seventeen. Where he worked there for several years and only recently began cutting his work back…

He sits on that for a while, following you around like a persistent puppy as you organize things.

“I think it’s a cool aspiration,” he eventually says after he helps carry a box of candy and chips to be restocked, kneeling on the shitty tiled floors to help you.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“And I don’t think you should be embarrassed about it… they try to do good at WE. Nothing wrong with wanting to join to help that.”

“Well, it’s not that selfless. I’d really be there to get them publicity and cover up scandals.”

He snickers. “Still. I’m sure your friends would support you, too.”

“They would,” you agree, sighing.

“Is that bad?”

“It’s complicated,” you say vaguely.

“Un-complicate it.”

“Not a word. Also not that easy.”

“Isn’t it?”

The box with the chips is full of those styrofoam packing peanuts. You grab a bag of chips, then one of the packing peanuts, tossing it at him. He barely reacts as it bounces off the bridge of his nose, looking steadily at you.

“Why does it matter to you?”

“I don’t know. I’m curious.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“You’re curious? Is that specific to now or in general? Because…” Can’t help but prod just a little at his intentions because it surely has to be something more than trying to prove a point.

“Is it concerning for you to have my curiosity?” he asks lightly.

“Befuddling is a better word. You still haven’t answered my question, by the way.”

You have entirely abandoned the task at hand. Red is fine to stay crouching, not even once swaying on his feet as he shifts to face you more fully, but you are not him, so you settle on the tile, legs crossed underneath you as you look at him expectantly.

He tilts his head. You can’t help the way your eyes cling to the shift of his dark hair. It feels so familiar to you. Everything about him. Although this moment, the sudden tension, is not so familiar. The worst part is you can’t even decide whether it’s good tension or bad tension. He’s… annoying.

(Beguiling, really.)

He sighs, the sound amused rather than tired, and your eyes can’t help but catch the lift of his lips. Pink and… very soft-looking.

“Alright, fine,” he says. “I’m curious in general about you. As for the why… you’re not the worst company I’ve ever kept.”

“And considering—”

“Considering the company I keep are the others, who are fine within their own right, as well as the likes of criminals, you’re a breath of fresh air.”

Your face goes hot. “So, the bar isn’t very high.”

“What, do you care for what I think?” he asks and something about his tone, gently teasing, makes your traitorous heart skip a beat.

“Of course not.”

“Really? Sort of seems like you do.”

Can’t deny that. Not with how flustered you’re growing. So, you deflect.

“And you?”

“I admit to it,” he says easily, shrugging, still smiling. “Like I said, you’re not the worst company I’ve ever kept. I like you. I want to learn more about you. And manage to stay on your good side, too.”

“You aren’t doing a good job.”

He leans forward, curve of his lips settling into something almost like a smirk. “Aren’t I?”

You glower at him. “You suck, you know that?”

He leans back, pleased as the cat that got the canary. “Whatever you say.”

Ugh.

It was a particular kind of pathetic to be treasuring all the things Tim ever gave you since he, you know, doesn’t talk to you much these days.

But you have to get your Tim Drake fill in somehow.

Today’s activity is the few playlists he’s ever shared with you, mostly alternative and indie, playing on the speakers overhead. Though it includes more than a couple Bruce Springsteen songs as well, again, in homage of his father. You and Steph can hardly tease him about it, other than maybe a poke at his affinity for listening to older groups, like Oasis.

Either way, you aren’t thinking of making fun of him for it.

Mostly, you just miss him.

Like you always do these days, accompanied with the usual soul-crushing guilt at the fact, at the why behind it.

In this moment, however, you are not so willing to partake in the usual moral quandary or self-flagellation.

Like you said, mostly, you’re caught up in missing him.

“You know, I realized I never got around to asking how you are.”

Red’s voice startles you from serving yourself a cup of blue raspberry Slurpee. You barely heard him come inside…

A frown tugs at your lips. His voice sounds weird.

Nonetheless, you press a cap to the cup and respond. “How I am in regards to what?”

“Everything that happened that night with Huntress.”

You step around the aisle. “I’m—holy shit, dude!”

Blood flows heavily from his nose. A bruise is already forming on his cheek and he leans against the counter, gloved hand cupped to his bleeding nose. Something about it doesn't sit right with you, stomach rolling at the sight of him injured like this.

“It—it really looks worse than it looks.”

You turn sharply, not responding to that as you set your cup aside and snatch up several napkins, then stride back over to him. He takes them from you quickly, using them to stem the blood flow, leaning his head forward. As he does so, you spot a cut on his temple, bleeding heavily, too.

“Jesus, Red, are you okay?”

He lets out a strained chuckle. “Shouldn’t I be asking that? You heard me, right?”

“That is so not the point right now. Wait here. We have some first aid stuff…”

“You don’t have to—”

“Save the heroics, Red. I do.”

He reads the tension in your voice, falling silent. You take it as the sign to do what you need to, turning again to find the aisle with toiletries. You get what you need, then go back to him, finding him sitting on the floor now, napkins still pressed to his nose.

“Broken?”

His head lifts slightly at the sound of your voice. You sit down next to him.

“No, luckily. Just… got hit hard.”

“I can tell,” you say, frowning, eyeing the bruise on his cheek. “How’s the bleeding?”

“Starting to slow. Should be a couple more minutes. I’ll be fine.”

You purse your lips and don’t respond, instead opening up your supplies to take care of the cut on his temple.

“You really don’t have to, you know.”

“And yet, you get to come in here and check up on me?”

“Kind of my job, isn’t it?”

“Since when has any of this just been about that?”

A brief moment of silence as you rip open an antiseptic pad, wiping your hands, the acrid smell of alcohol burning your nostrils.

Finally, he lets out a tired chuckle. “You got me there.”

“Unfortunate that you had to stumble in like this to get that,” you murmur, reaching up for him with another antiseptic pad but pausing before you touch him. “Can I?”

“Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.”

You carefully push away his hair; it is damp with sweat, as is his hairline. Most likely from the oppressive heat and humidity and from whatever fight he just came from.

“Gonna sting,” you say in warning, then press the pad to the cut. As it soaks up the blood and cleans the cut, you get a better look at it. Not too big or too deep. Head wounds always bleed excessively.

He says that exact thing in the next second.

For whatever reason, it endears you, your lips twitching, injecting some much-needed levity.

“I know,” you say simply. “Doesn’t look too bad, either. Not like it needs stitches, anyway.”

“Good. My patrol isn’t over yet.”

You sigh, shifting onto your knees next to him as you discard the bloodied pad, reaching for another one to clean the area around it.

“Can’t tone down the savior complex even a little bit, can you?”

“I appreciate your help,” is all he says.

“It’s nothing. And, anyway, to answer your previous question… I’m fine. I’m used to that kind of stuff.”

“That’s not reassuring, you know that, right?”

You give him a look. “I don’t think you get to say that. But your concern is noted.”

He sighs. “There’s that, I guess. If you need to talk—”

“I know,” you say, cutting him off gently. “I know, Red. Let me finish this up…”

You find a band-aid large enough to cover the cut, carefully pressing it onto his temple.

“Should be more careful. This area is… dangerous,” you murmur, tapping lightly at the band-aid on his temple. You’ve seen and heard enough about people taking hits there and going down permanently. The thought of that happening to Red unsettles you deeply, something cold twisting your insides.

But Red doesn’t appear to be listening to you. Instead, he’s… listening to something else. You think it’s some kind of comms, initially, but then you realize he’s listening to the song currently playing overhead. Which you quickly recognize.

“I’m On Fire? Really? Didn’t peg you as a Bruce Springsteen fan.”

It’s obviously meant as a tease and you need to put a stop to the growing grin on his lips immediately. The only one allowed to get flustered here is him. Fair’s fair, after all, after last week’s conversation.

“Not a fan. It’s from a friend’s playlist.”

He blinks, expression rapidly morphing into surprise. “A—friend?”

“Yes, I do have friends. I’ve mentioned this before. It’s not mine, it’s his.”

“I… see.”

He pulls the wad of napkins away from his nose in that moment, successfully redirecting your attention from his odd reaction. You lean around to get a look. Blood smears over his upper lip, the shadow of a bruise starting to form on his nose, swollen, too.

“Well?”

“Don’t worry,” you drawl. “You’ve still got the pretty boy thing going on.”

“That’s—” he stops and you watch, stunned, as he actually, honest-to-god, blushes.

Holy shit.

“That’s not what I was asking,” he eventually mutters, looking away sharply.

It amuses you, for some reason, and you suppress a smile. “Well, still. Sleep easy tonight knowing your good looks are not tarnished—”

He shakes his head. “You’re… really something, you know that?”

“Thanks,” you chuckle. “It looks fine, by the way. Like you need to ice it—and your cheek—but fine. Not broken. You were right. Hold on.”

You get up and grab a can of Zesti from the fridges, then go back over to him. He takes it, pressing it over his nose and cheek, and you seat yourself next to him again, shuffling the used pads and supplies into a small pile, frowning a bit to yourself as you realize there are more pads than you recall.

You don’t ask why or how he got these injuries. Not sure if he’d tell you. Not sure you want to hear about it, anyway.

A bit of a stark reminder about what he does, isn’t it?

“So…” he starts a second later, pulling you from your increasingly morbid thoughts.

You narrow your eyes at seeing fresh mischief on his face. This won’t bode well for you.

“Yes?”

“By you saying all that stuff about my ‘good looks’ and ‘pretty boy thing,’ that means you think that, too, right?”

“You aren’t half-bad to look at,” you concede, shoving down your embarrassment at being called out and admitting it, too. But in a roundabout way. Much better than stating quite plainly you do find him a little bit attractive. But that’s all it is. Attraction. Appreciation of a pretty face.

“Not half-bad?” he asks, laughing. “Because that’s a nice way to put it.”

“I’m sure you’ll survive.”

A smile lingers on his lips as he looks at you and you can’t stop your own from mirroring his.

“Guess it doesn’t matter,” he says, glancing away first, gloved hand—clean from the blood now, which explains the extra antiseptic pads—reaching for his utility belt. “You took on the painstaking job of patching me up.”

“Wasn’t that painstaking, Red. Just cleaned the cut and slapped a band-aid on it. Band-aid is probably doing more work than me.”

“Still. For your efforts…” He produces a lollipop from one of the pouches on his belt with a flourish.

You blink. “You… keep lollipops in that thing?”

“Helps if we’re handling a kid,” he says and oh, okay, yeah, that makes more sense, you think, taking the lollipop and unwrapping it.

“All of you?”

“Batman started it first.”

The thought of Gotham’s resident caped crusader carrying lollipops in his utility belt is an amusing, if not incredulous, one.

Red sees must see the doubt on your face, snickering. “I’m being totally serious.”

“No, you’re not. You’re just messing with me. This is payback for the half-bad thing, isn’t it?”

He laughs. The sound is achingly familiar as usual but the full picture of why it is familiar escapes you—like it always does.

“It’s not, I swear.”

“Sure,” you say. “Gotta be a hassle to remember exactly where it is, though, right? Since you apparently keep all manners of things in there?”

“Just what we need.”

“So, like, an arsenal of weapons.”

“Tools,” he corrects.

“Uh-huh.”

He fiddles with another pouch, pulling out something that you immediately recognize as a batarang.

You've only glimpsed these but you’ve never seen one up close. The metal glints under the light.

“Can I—?”

“Just be careful. Easy to slice yourself.”

You bet.

The metal is cold under your fingertips, an unfamiliar weight but not heavy, exactly.

Some people like to try their luck and keep batarangs they find as mementos, or sell them on the black market but the word on the street is that the Bats have never left one unattended; the people who take them never mention a direct confrontation, just that one day they have it and the next, they can’t find it, which, in your personal opinion, is more unsettling than a direct confrontation. But hey, maybe that’s just you.

“This would be useless without me,” he points out.

“Right. Your batarang. Weird name, by the way.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“You just put bat at the front.”

“It’s a great name. And also I didn’t name it. This was already named by the time I came into the scene.”

He seems a tad determined to make you understand that.

“I don’t know,” you say, pretending to give it thought. “You do seem the type to give obvious names. Like naming a Dalmatian Spot. Call a batarang a batarang.”

“I didn’t name it,” he repeats again.

But you just laugh.

You laugh and laugh and laugh, thinking this might be the most honest portrayal of him and the others that you have ever seen.

And it’s nice.

It’s… it’s nice.

(He isn’t so bad.)

“Wow. This is great. Like wallpaper levels of goodness.”

A snort. “I should hope so. You have no idea how many mosquitos bit me when I was up there taking the pictures.”

Tim raises his arm and you lift your gaze from the screen of his camera to behold the few red mosquito bite on his forearm.

“So, you didn’t listen to Alfred, is what you’re saying?”

“It’s April,” he mutters, dropping his arm, head shifting from its place in your lap. “It’s unnatural for mosquitos to be out already. Didn’t think I’d need the spray ‘cause of it.”

You pat his head comfortingly. “Well, your sacrifice wasn’t for nothing. This is really good, Timmy.”

You look back at the camera screen, where a picture of Gotham sits, captured from the top of Spillkin Hill in Bristol, affording a view of the entire city bathed in the golden rays of the sunset.

“Thanks,” he says, sounding just a little embarrassed.

When you glance at him over the camera, his head is turned, gazing out at the rest of the mostly empty quad, cheeks suspiciously red. If you pointed it out, he would blame it on the shining sun overhead. Even if you two are thoroughly hidden from the brunt of its rays beneath this large oak tree, only slivers of sunlight slipping through the canopy, casting leaf-shaped patches of light onto you.

The sunglasses on his face prevent you from seeing his gaze but it’s most likely the same—away from you, focused on something else. Tim gives as good as he gets but he’s become easier to fluster these days, after your return from the internship last semester. Especially with you. You aren’t sure why but the reactions are always amusing and stupidly endearing, so you don’t say anything about it.

You two are waiting for Steph to get out of one of her psych classes, then the three of you are going to hit up Big Belly Burger and do some mini-golf afterward. Tim’s older sister and another one of Steph’s close friends, Cass, is tagging along. You like her. You two work on the same wavelength sometimes.

Right now, you are just trying to enjoy this much-needed peace and quiet. The approach of finals is stressful as it always is but the good thing about it is that the quad is nearly empty right now; most students tucked away in the library, in class, or holed up in their dorms procrastinating their work. Plus, the thought of the summer off from class after—working still, but no finals or midterms to stress about—is a revitalizing one.

You pass him back the camera—carefully, since it’s more expensive than a single class here at GU—and lean back on your palms, cool grass tickling your skin. Your allergies are going to have a field day with this but you don’t care too much about it. Not with Tim’s head planted in your lap, a reassuring, comforting, weight on your thighs.

His attention is fixed on the camera again, flicking through pictures. You keep your gaze elsewhere, to give him his privacy, though you can’t help but tease him a little bit.

“Can you even see those pictures with these?” you ask, looping your index finger around the arm of the sunglasses, lifting them from his face. He scrunches up his nose in response and you laugh, terribly, terribly endeared.

To reacclimatize from the whirlwind of warm feelings inside your chest, you slide them on, smiling down at him when he squints up at you, clearly having to adjust to the sudden brightness.

Another flash of warmth in your chest.

Before you can do anything else, though, your eyes accidentally catch the screen of his camera and promptly widen as you realize what you are looking at.

Or better yet—who.

“Is that me?” you ask dumbly, because obviously it is you.

It’s you, sitting out in the quad, a textbook in your lap, head tilted as you read its contents; simple and boring, by any means, yet, the focus of the camera and the sunlight falling over you turns it into something else entirely.

You have absolutely no recollection of him taking this picture.

His eyes widen—soft blue from the sunlight, pretty as always, you can’t help but notice—and he looks at the screen, too, grimacing.

“Uh… yeah.”

Suddenly, you’re thankful for the sunglasses as heat settles in your face.

“It’s… it’s nice, Tim.”

“It’s—weird, I’m sorry, I didn’t—” he starts to sit up.

“No, no, no,” you quickly say, hand pressing to his shoulder, keeping him where he is. “It’s not. Really. I don’t… I don’t mind.”

You’re really overheating now but you don’t want him to go into panic mode and close off. Which is what you feel like might happen if you let him continue.

He looks at you carefully, studying you. “Are you sure?”

“It’s just… candid, right? Besides it’s you. And I know you’re not a weirdo stalker—” you poke his cheek teasingly “—so… I don’t mind. It’s nice. Nicer than I actually look, so… y’know. Thanks.”

A frown. “You always look nice.” A wince. “I mean, not nice, w-well, yes nice, just—you know, uh, pretty.”

You smile, once again hopelessly endeared; the feeling helpfully overtakes the sudden shyness at him calling you pretty, which is… something you will set aside for the moment. “Thanks, Timmy.”

He nods, seeming resolute to not look at you as he quickly flicks to the next picture; you make a conscious effort not to look at the screen this time. Your gaze lingers on his face—thank you, sunglasses—where his cheeks are still red and so are the tips of his ears.

You bite down a smile and finally look away.

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"I'm The Crazy One?" (Batfam x Batsis) pt 1

Summary: You got hit with fear gas. But something isn't right. And it takes your family a while to relize it might be too late.

CW: Death, mental health issues, hallucinations, violence, mention of blood, guns, angst ect.

You don't usually go onto the field, you help Barbra most of the times. You can fight, no doubt about it. But Bruce knows you have a past about you comitting violence, so he never calls you for help on the field.

But one mission, you needed to be with them. Bruce didn't call you to come, even if they needed your help, he didn't want to put you in a uncomfortable position like that.

You knew he would do that, so you rolled in without notice. Good thing you did, because Tim and Steph looked like they were having a hard time.

So you helped get the goons off their backs

"Y/n? What are you doing here!" Steph looked at you in the suite you had on. She almost forgot how you looked in your suite.

"Heard you guys were having a hard time. Thought I could drop in." You played with the blade in your hand.

"Batman isn't going to be happy with this." Tim mumbled. You frown and throw the knife past Tim, knocking out a goon in the process.

"I don't expect him too"

The mission had ended, Batman scolded you but thanked you for the help. Right before you all were leave, you were hit with fear gas.

When you came to, it had been 3 days for everyone else. When the fear gas took over your mind, you had injured Tim and Duke through your hallucinations. You felt horrbile about it.

But Bruce and the others were there to reassure you, it was not your fault.

It took awhile for you to get back on your feet, but everyone was there to support you. You acted weird a lot, but they assumed it was due to side effects from the gas. Like, when you would space out, be out in the manor at late hours when you should have been in bed. Just wondering, and forgetting what time you were in.

Dick was searching for you, wanting to know if you wanted to it some sweets Cass bought. He asked Alfred where you were, and claimed that you might be in either the library or the screen room. Dick checked both locations and couldn't find you. So he decided to go for your room. But on his way, he passes Damian's room. The door wide open, and you in the middle.

"Why would you say that. . . .? I would never let anything happen to you. I promise." You were talking, but to who? Damian was in the batcave training with Jason.

Dick spoke your name. You snapped out of whatever trance you were in and turned to look at Dick. You then looked around the room in confusion. Dick aproched you slowly

"Y/n. . .look at me." Dick held you by your shoulders. You looked at Dick with teary eyes.

"I. . . where is Damian?" You question. "He's with Bruce"

Dick's reply had you give out a shaky sigh of relief. "I-Im sorry." You chuckled "I've been out of it, so know. Just havn't gotten enough sleep."

Dick frowns and held your arm "Come on, let's get you to bed now. Alright?" He said with a small smile. You agree and have him lead you to bed.

Your behavior had gotten. . .worse? Worse was not the words for it at the moment.

Bruce was deep in sleep, woken up by Alfred.

"Master Bruce. There is a problem down in foyor."

Bruce groans as he sat up from his bed "What is it?"

"It is Miss Y/n." Alfred replied.

Bruce sighed " Sleep walking again?" Bruce began to walk with Alfred down the hall.

"Yes."

Once the two got down to the foyor, they see you walking against the door repeatedly.

The words "I did it" coming from your mouth in a small whisper.

"Alright, let's get you back to bed." Bruce grabbed you by your shoulder. You were quick to suprise Bruce by gripping the wrist to the hand he had on you.

Your eyes were open, a look of desperation in those eyes "I did it! I did- I did it. . ." You spoke breathlessly, cold sweat on you as if you had awoken from a nightmare.

Bruce frowns and glances a look of concern to Alfred, who shared the same look of worry.

Your eyes closed once more, your head layed on the older mans chest. Bruce sighed and picked you up as you mumbled words to him.

"I'm sorry daddy. . .im sorry" Those words came out almost as a whine. Bruce's grip tightend as he walked up the stairs, "It's alright. . . your alright." Bruce avoided your room and took you to his own. And watched you sleep. Already taking note to look deeper into the fear gas you were hit with.

Tim and Barbra got to researching whilst Jason and Cass helped Bruce and Damian seek out information about that fear gas.

It was late into the night, Duke had watched over you the whole day. He was worried himself of what was going on with you. Alfred helped him escort you whereever you wanted to go.

Now, the boy layed in bed. Dreading his upcoming exams.

He then was awoken by something weighing on him. When he opend his eyes. There he saw you, on top of him, eyes closed shut with a screw driver against his throat.

He panicked, his hand wondered to his nightstand where a batarang was. His hand hovered over it, then looked back at you.

Shaking as you whispered words he didn't understand.

He then used one hand to take ahold of your arm, and shake you gently. Saying your name, hoping you would snap out of it.

And when you did. You just stared at the boy. Confusion as to why you were there.

"Y/n, what the hell!" Duke scooted away from you. You dropped the screw driver. Your mind still seemed far away before you looked at Duke, and smiled.

"Duke. . .hi."

"Y/n, what's going on." Duke wasn't the serious type. So seeing him so stern, worried you. Because you didn't see what was wrong. Refused to see what was wrong.

"I don't, know what your say?" You truly looked confused. But your eyes. . . your eyes looked crazed.

It scared him.

"You held a screw driver, to my throat." Duke held his throat. You gave him a look, and shook your head. "No I didn't" you let out a small chuckle.

"Yes, you did! Y/n--"

"No! No I didn't. I wouldn't do that--" Y/n cupped Duke's face. Tears threatening to fall, shaking her head "I wouldn't do that! Id never hurt you I promise!"

Duke held you firmly by your arms. "Y/n look at me."

You stopped talking and stared into the boys eyes. And he saw it, you need help.

Bruce decided that you needed time alone. So you agreed to go to a place Damian was sent to a while ago.

There, you were taken in by the monks. Meditate for as long as needed. Tale the time you need to rid yourself of whatever thoughts that spoiled you.

You were gone for a good month. That was until you received a letter. Saying you were needed back at Gotham. You didn't think to much of it, so you left. And head back to Gotham.

Joker, was a cruel man. When that cruel cought sight of you for the first time. His plans, began.

Joining with a lowly gang to cause enough trouble to force you out and help. And making a fear gas that would drive you insane. That was all him.

And bringing you back to Gotham. . .that was him.

And you fell for it. He has you now, tied up to an operation table. He used a special something he used on Jason way back them, on you.

He put you in a robin suit. Painted a mask over your eyes, spread listick on your lips to form a big smile.

Now before he could present you to dear old bats. He wanted you to do something that will brake you.

You woke up and felt pain all over your body. The floor, you were laying on the floor. That's what you could tell. It was cold and hard.

Your vision was still blurred, even when you sat up. You could feel something on the ground. It was wet. Was it water?

You started to see more clearly. And thats when you realized, that it wasn't water. It was blood

You stared at your hands, the blood. There was so much of it. It was on your cloths too! Wait. . .why are you wearing a robin suit. . .

Your eyes began to wonder further apart from yourself. That's when your heart dropped to your stomach.

"No. . ."

You crawled to a the body in front of you.

"No no no no no no. Wake up! Please!"

You held the body. Tears already falling from your eyes. It was a friend from school. A good friend who you cared for.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Your head whiped to the direction of where the voice came. And there, you saw Joker.

"Joker! You bastred what did you do!" You shouted in anger. The man paused and dramaticly had his hands on his chest

"Me? Oh, that wasn't me. The one who did that. Who made this art. . .was you." The Joker gave his sickly smile. You shook your head.

"No. . .I would never--"

You looked down to your friend. Something had finally come to you. It was, daja vu

"Has it come to you now? Have you relized it." Joker chuckled and walked around you in cricals.

"No. . ." You whispered. Everything was coming back. The things you feared, were forcing it's way back into your mind.

"Those nightmares you would have. . .those hallucinations. Fearing of hurting the ones close to you in the worst ways possible. It's all true!" The Joker couldn't help but laugh at your face. The way you looked when you took in his words.

The look of utter terror and dispare in your eyes was hilarious to him. And he can't wait for the bats to have that same look.

The Joker left you in the room.

You held your dear friends body. Rocking back and forth as you repeted the words "I didn't do it"

Over and over again.

It must be true then. . .all those hallucinations you had, the nightmares of hurting everyone, one by one. It was the future?

You were going to hurt them. Just like you hurt your dear friend that layed lifeless in your arms. Telling from the defense marks she had, along with the scratches you had on your neck and arms.

Your friend tried to fight you back. But failed. Even with this knowledge. You still refused to believe it was you that had done this.

Bruce along with the others stared at you in horror. Under Joker's control again.

Blood still on your little Robin costum. Your painted mask was ruined by the tears you had shed earlier.

"No. . ."

"Oh my God."

". . . ."

Everyone wanted to go in and save you. But Joker stood by your side, he gave the group a sadistic smile.

"Look! It's your Daddy!" The Joker chuckled out. Meaning those words twards Batman himself.

"Come on sweetie. Say Daddy. Go on, say it."

You giggled with a dazed smile and held up the gun you had, pointing to Batman.

"Daddy. . .hehehe, Daddy~" Your movements were sloppy, like a drunken person. Giggling between your words.

"That fucker." Steph growled. Wanting to bash Joker's head in. Anger coursing through the whole group. But mainly fear.

Jason was close to hyperventilating. Past was repeating itself for a lot of them. It was bad enough to experience what you were going through, but to watch it happen again to someone else?

A nightmare the man never thought would come true nor even existed.

Joker's grin widened by seeing the expression on everyone. Especially Bruce. And it was fear. Pure fear.

Joker burst out in laughter "Yes! This, is what I wanted!"

Joker calmed down from his fit of laughter and held you by your shoulders from behind. "Now little one. Listen to me. Your Daddy over there is hurting real bad right now. How about we help him out? Yeah?"

You understood those words and shot at Batman repeatedly. Damian and Dick were quick to deflect the bullets as Bruce stood in place. Staring at you. Staring at whatever the Joker turned you into.

Joker broke out laughing again. Yoir small giggles mixing in. Damian was quick to try and run twards the two of you. But Joker was quick to make the boy stop in his tracks.

"Ah! Get any closer. Little birdy here gets a bullet to her head!" Joker pulled out a gun and held it to your head.

Seeing Damian stop caused Joker a lot of satisfaction. The Joker leaned in and whispered.

"Change of plans. Help little Robin first before helping dear old Dad."

Tears poured out from your eyes as you giggled and held the gun with two hands. Pointing right at Damian, who was ready to defend himself.

But suddenly, you elbowed the Joker in the chin and shot yourself. Joker cursed at the pain. Steph and Cass took the opportunity to get Joker before he starts shooting.

Your groan in the pain. You felt someon take you up into their eyes. You weakly look up to see Batman.

He was carring you like he did before.

"I'm sorry Daddy. . . I'm sorry."

Your words hit deeper this time around. Bruce held you tight. "It's alright. Your alright."

You hummed at his familiar reply and leaned onto his chest. Closing your eyes as the last tear drops fell from your eyes before falling unconscious.

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Christmas in August, part 1/5

Newlyweds Shane and Chloe have just added a new extension to the Bartlett-Fleming-Morris family, but when it seems the couple won't be able to make it "home for the holidays", Tim comes up with an idea to make their first extended family Christmas happen.

Characters: Shane, Chloe, Tim, Miranda, Jack, Lisa, Amy, Lyndy, Lou, Katie, Nathan, (Paul).

A/N: Set around the time of the season 17 finale.

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The sun was setting behind the treeline on a late August evening and it lit up the silhouettes of the wild herd of horses that were grazing not too far away from the wedding that had taken place where Amy's plot of land laid.

Most of the guests had already left, but not before sharing their praises about how wonderful "the avenue" had been and saying how they had never seen a wedding as beautiful as this.

The only ones lingering where the core family. Even Chloe's parents had returned to Calgary where they had a rented apartment for few days. They were planning to join the happy couple when they'd go and explore the area in just two days.

The newlyweds, Shane and Chloe, had been pleasantly surprised just how well the wedding had gone after all the pitfalls they had had to endure before Amy and Lou had come up with this solution to use this location for the celebration.

The place had been ideal with its scenery and the living backdrop of wild horses minding their business behind them. The playing of the violin and the cello had been a nice touch as well, but now that the artists had packed their instruments and left, the family could hear the birds chirping and the distant whinnying echoing in the valley.

It was a perfect way for the family to wind down after the wedding.

Chloe stood next to Shane, admiring the view and wearing his suit jacket over her bare shoulders, sipping the last of the champagne while the chairs were being folded and decorations were taken down behind them.

Jessica took a quick snapshot of the relaxed moment, hoping to capture something real. When she examined the results on the screen of her camera, it was easy to see that with this couple capturing their love came easy.

"Should we go and give them a hand?" Miranda, the mother of the groom, asked from Lou, pointing toward the crew that had rented the chairs and the wedding arc.

Lou shook her head, holding a bottle of champagne on one hand and her glass on the other.

"I asked, but they said they were fine", Lou replied. "More champagne?" she then offered, seeing there was still something left in the bottle.

"Don't mind if I do", Miranda said with a smile.

Not too far away, Amy was pushing Lyndy in the swing, taking turns with Jack, Lisa and Katie. The girl couldn't get enough of it.

Meanwhile, Tim stepped closer to the newlyweds.

"I don't think I said it yet, but welcome to the family, Chloe", Tim said, coming in to give his new daughter-in-law a hug. "Officially."

"Thank you, Tim", Chloe replied, hugging him back, careful not to drop Shane's jacket.

Shane watched them hug, feeling very happy in this moment.

"So, now that your plans about London have changed..." Tim began talking when they leaned backwards, "I would like to invite you over for Christmas. -- We can make that happen, can't we, Lou?" he looked over his shoulder, toward his older daughter.

Thankfully Lou had picked that up and continued the plan.

"Oh, absolutely. I can make the arrangements. It would be fun to have us all together for the first time like this", Lou joined her dad's idea, putting away the empty champagne bottle.

"Exactly", Tim nodded. "I mean, Chloe, you really want to see the Dude Ranch during the winter too."

Shane and Chloe both smiled politely - thankful for the invite - as she returned to him, but it seemed like something was holding them back.

"Well, actually", Shane began, loving how excited his dad was about the whole thing, but feeling the awkwardness of having to decline the offer. "We are going to be spending our Christmas and New Year's in China, with Chloe's extended family. I haven't really had a chance to meet them properly and--"

"--we're going to have this tea ceremony and a banquet over there as well", Chloe stepped in to help Shane explain.

"Oh..." Tim said, smiling, but the twinkle in his eyes dimming. "So... you'll be gone for... how long?"

"The whole of December and the first week of January as well", Shane explained. "You know, since we're going there, we might as well stay for a while."

"I'm just glad we've both been able to make it work with our jobs", Chloe added. "I know it wasn't exactly ideal for me to go in with the offer from Philly and say "I can start in January", but... I think they really want me, so..."

"Right, right", Tim kept repeating as he nodded. "So, are the holidays a big thing there...?" he wondered, not really knowing much about the culture, but figured it was about time to change that.

"Actually, not really. It's more like a commercial thing, say, like Valentine's Day, almost. But..." Chloe began to explain, but then laughed a little bit, wondering if maybe Shane's side of the family wasn't able to understand the next bit.

However, now that she gave it some thought, they had been very helpful with making sure that her culture would be presented in the wedding ceremony along Shane's.

Especially Lou who had made a list of things Chloe had wanted to incorporate to the wedding, and she really had delivered them all.

So maybe they were going to be understanding of this, too.

"My grandmother has consulted a fortune teller", she finally said. "So the timing of our visit is really important."

"A fortune teller...?" Jessica asked, curiously, beating Tim to the punch.

"Yes. About the timing for the tea ceremony and the banquet. It's about bringing success to our marriage", Chloe explained further.

Tim nodded, even though he had never heard about it, he could understand why these type of traditions were important to people. He had his own traditions too, after all, some of them very spiritual.

Miranda followed the look on everyone's faces, reveling in the fact that she knew all about it already.

"Oh yes, Shane even had to let them know his birthday details, zodiac sign and everything", she then shared, recalling Shane coming to her to ask about the details he wasn't aware of.

While Shane's birth had not been the perfect memory at the time, as she had been alone in a hospital room, trying to bear the cramps and the contractions while nurses and midwives had been prepping her for what was about to come.

All Miranda had wanted back then had been someone there to support her through the labor, but it had just been her and the hospital staff and just like that, a new chapter in her life had begun.

Now, looking at what a fine young man Shane had turned into, all those memories felt distant in the light of the pride she was beaming with now.

"That's really interesting", Tim said - and meant it too. It was his disappointment about the plan not coming to fruition that made it seem like he was just saying that to sound polite.

"Well, maybe we could make this happen next Christmas then", Lou suggested.

It was a bummer her brother and his new wife couldn't make it over this Christmas, but there were other years now that they were reunited again in a more meaningful way.

After all, she could understand how important meeting Chloe's extended family probably was for Shane. Even though her first time meeting Peter's parents had not been perfect, it had still been an important milestone in their history as a couple.

"You know, if we give you the heads up now, we might actually make this happen then", Lou added.

Chloe nodded along.

"Sure, that sounds fun", she said and looked like she was already excited about the idea. "I'd love to see your traditions and Heartland and the Dude Ranch during winter!"

"It's like a winter wonderland, honestly", Shane knew from experience. "Even though it gets bitterly cold, it's beautiful."

"I believe it", Chloe said, letting her hand rest on Shane's chest as they were standing side by side.

Her eyes drifted toward the two bands on her left ring finger and she couldn't help but smile, slowly realizing how it was all official now. The diamond is her engagement ring probably sparkled just as brightly as the fresh snow during Alberta winter.

"I'm just so glad I was able to show you this place - these people - and get married here. It means so much to me", Shane said to Chloe, getting lost in their own little bubble for a while.

"Me too. I know you tried to paint the picture of it all, but you really didn't do all of it justice. I don't know if anyone can..." Chloe said, sighing out of an awe. "There is one thing I feel like was missing, though... Someone I've heard endless stories about."

"Oh yeah? Who's that?" Shane asked, wondering who was not here.

Ty, of course, Shane thought, but Chloe knew that he had passed away few years ago, so him missing the wedding wasn't surprise in that way.

"Didn't you say you had a horse?" Chloe teased. "I guess now that I know how to ride, it would have been cute to go and have a ride together with your very own horse, my cowboy..."

"Oh, Pal!" Shane let out a laugh. "Yeah... I did have a horse. He might not be around anymore, but I'm sure we can still go for a trail ride tomorrow. -- Right, dad?" he checked.

Tim was in his own little world too, thinking back to those times when Shane had still been a little kid - learning how to be a true cowboy - and now the only thing reminding Tim of that was the belt buckle Shane had decided to wear with his suit.

"Dad...?" Shane repeated.

Tim's attention was now back to his son as he lift up his head. "Yeah?"

"We can still go for one last ride tomorrow, can't we? This time Chloe can join us", Shane said.

"Yeah. Of course. Absolutely", Tim assured them, smiling.

The laughter behind them, coming from the swing, had gone quiet a little while ago, but no one had taken notice yet, not before Amy walked over with Lyndy in her arms.

The young girl looked fatigued and pale.

"Lou, can you feel Lyndy's head?" Amy requested.

Lou turned to feel her niece's forehead, seeing the worry on her sister's face already.

"She's burning up", Lou confirmed Amy's suspicions.

"That's what I thought", Amy said, worrying over her daughter. "I'm going to have to cut this after celebration short, but before we go, I just wanted to say that the ceremony was absolutely beautiful and you looked amazing on Powder, Chloe", she added, rubbing Lyndy's back gently.

"Thanks", Chloe said, feeling both honored and worried over Lyndy. It was impressive how quickly she had gotten attached to this family already. "I had the best teacher."

"You're a good student", Amy praised with a smile.

"Is Lyndy gonna be okay?" Chloe had to ask before they'd leave.

"Yeah, I'm sure she will be. She probably just needs rest. Might be a sun stroke, or something", Amy suspected as they had been outside almost the whole day. "I'll ask Grandpa and Lisa to give us a ride back home. -- I'll see you before you leave", she continued, giving Shane a meaningful look, letting her brother know that she didn't want him to leave before they had said their goodbyes.

"Feel better soon, Lyndy", Shane said, gently stroking Lyndy's head. "And see you later, sis", he added to Amy, making sure he'd hold her to it.

"Maybe it's time to wrap things up for us as well", Lou figured, fishing Katie under her arm when her daughter walked back from the swing as well.

"Probably best for all of us", Shane said.

They still had their wedding night ahead of them, even though right now he felt exhausted from all the nerves that had not released until he had seen Chloe ride down the aisle on Powder.

"We'll give you guys a ride", Miranda said, finishing her champagne. "I'll go find Paul. He had to take a phone call", she added, rolling her eyes.

Everyone started collecting their things, making sure they'd leave the place as they had found it.

"I'll see you tomorrow, son", Tim wanted to say and gave Shane's shoulder a light squeeze.

Shane smiled. "Yeah. Can't wait for that trail ride."

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ggomos-maribat · 1 year

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[66/?]

original prompt | complete masterlist

Spooky: Has anyone seen Marinette?

Dee: Is she not in your house?

ItsNotActuallyAnS: On a mission?

Spooky: Did anyone give her a mission?

DramaQueen: I think I saw her in the Watchtower a few hours ago

Nyoom: cnt u trck hr?

Glowstick: Type properly, Bars

Nyoom: can’t you track her?

Spooky: I think she’s transformed as Ladybug. I can’t track her when she’s transformed.

#ForeverSalty: Have you asked your million other children?

Spooky: . . .

Spooky: Of course I have. Why do you think I’m asking here?

—

“You know,” Tim mumbles, typing a set of coordinates into the Batcomputer. “Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.”

Damian shoots him a look that can kill. “What if she’s in trouble?”

“If Marinette is in trouble, she will A, send an alert of her location or B, tell her friends.” Tim leans back. “Also, I think Alfred knows where she is and he’s not panicking.”

“But Father is.”

Tim winces, hoping Bruce won’t activate multiple emergency protocols just to find Marinette. “Yeah, we need to tell him to relax.”

“Todd is restless as well.”

“Because of last time.” A sigh escapes Tim. “She’ll be back before dinner, I’m sure.”

—

Clark stretches his limbs and begins his journey to the north. Bruce has been talking his ear off the whole day, telling him repeatedly to keep an ear out for Marinette. Of course, he can’t sense her heartbeat while she’s in the suit, but he has heard her voice at some point and it sounds like she’s not in danger.

And yet when he tells this to her father, he doesn’t believe him.

As the glinting crystals of the Fortress come into view, he senses four, not three people inside. Clark makes a mental count. Conner said he might drop by with Jon. There’s Kara too.

Everything becomes clear to him when he enters and sees them all huddled in a circle with Ladybug, playing cards with the essence of Jor-El.

“Aw damn, I lost again.” Ladybug throws her hand down. Her turns and her eyes light up when she sees Clark. “Oh, hi Uncle C.”

Clark clears his throat. “Marinette, your father has been looking for you.”

She briefly checks her yoyo. “Is it late already?” Her smile turns sheepish. “Oops.”

“How did you get here anyway?”

The heroine gestures to the other Supers. “I was flying back from Paris when I saw them on the way here.”

“So we invited Mari!” Jon continues.

Clark rubs his head. “Bruce will kill me.”

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kleenex-tissues · 1 year

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Yours Truly (9)

AO3 here

Ch. 9: No One Will Ever Believe You

“On your left!”

Damian arched to the right just as a metal pipe swung at him. He dodged it with ease, causing the assailant to lose his footing and trip forward. Damian swung his foot high into the air, letting it drop with full force onto the man’s head. He landed on the floor with a resounding ‘thud’ and groaned into the concrete before losing consciousness.

Just as Damian allowed himself to take a breath, he sensed another figure approaching from behind. He had thought he and Tim had taken down all of the gang members, but he supposed some were just too bull-headed to stay down. He swiftly ducked and swept his leg out behind him in a half-circle, knocking his final attacker to the floor. As he began to turn around and strike him once more for good measure, Damian saw Tim already cuffing the man.

Tim looked up and gave Damian a smile, saying, “Nice work, Robin. I think that’s a new personal record.”

Damian nodded in agreement, moving towards more of the gang members to tie them up, as well. They had already made quick work of them, but he did not wish to linger. Barbara had already tipped off the police to their location, having been watching the fight from her home base as Oracle. Sirens were already sounding in the distance. As soon as the police arrived, the vigilantes would leave to continue their patrol of Gotham.

Of course, Tim had to ruin the silent victory with useless chatter. “What a great night! We got some action with a few more hours of patrol to spare. Bats is definitely gonna be impressed with how quick we apprehended them.”

Damian attempted to pointedly ignore him as he had been for the last few weeks. Even though Damian was now talking to Marinette daily, he still resented his brothers for forcing him into the situation. He did not need help making friends. Jon, for example, seemed entirely content with their friendship, so surely he couldn’t be that bad at communicating. Besides, many people to take care of would just cause him more issues. Anyone he deemed himself ‘close’ to was capable of handling their own, and Marinette was on an entirely different continent. He would be safe from the problems plaguing the states. Whatever help she needed, the Justice League would surely step in on time. There was no need to worry for any of them, so he certainly did not need someone to worry about.

Tim continued his talking, either oblivious to or ignoring the fact that Damian had stopped listening. Thankfully, the police had closed in, and the boys were free to leave. Damian didn’t even look back before leaping out of the window and attaching his grappling hook to the farthest roof it could reach. He heard Tim call out after him, but he had very little patience tonight. He wanted nothing more than to get patrol over with.

His brother, though, was determined to make a trampoline out of every one of Damian’s nerves. Tim was close behind him, following every movement with an ease only years of vigilantism could create. His voice rang annoyingly in Damian’s ears, and the frustration overtook him. In the movement of distraction, Damian’s shot fell short of the ledge his grappling hook was aimed for, and he began to plummet.

In a panic, Damian tried to send out another shot with his back-up device, only to miss that too. It wasn’t like him to be so off his game. Surely this was punishment for allowing himself to humor Marinette so often and give in to vain prattling. But he could accept that, he supposed. A friend in exchange for his life as Robin. He never would have considered this before, but he decided he could live with the possibly paralyzing consequences of the fall. At least, then he wouldn’t have to put up with Tim on patrols anymore.

Halfway through his losing battle with gravity, an arm wrapped around him and pulled him back towards the sky. Tim had caught him.

Damian did not think there could be anything more humiliating.

They landed on the roof in a pile of limbs, their combined weight too much for the rope to pull them up properly. Damian wasted no time disengaging himself from his brother, muttering about how everything would have been fine. That fall wouldn’t have killed him.

His muttering was interrupted by a punch to his arm, and he turned to face Tim. Tim’s red face was full of anger and a little grief. Damian was confused. It wasn’t a big deal, right? Probably some leg injuries, less mobility, but Barbara could always help him learn to cope with that. He was built tougher than to let such a short height kill him.

“You could’ve seriously hurt yourself,” Tim cried. “You’ve gotta stop getting in such a hurry. Beware of your surroundings! How many times have you yelled at me for the same thing, and yet here we are?”

In his state of anger, Tim grabbed Damian’s shoulders and shook him. Maybe he was hoping he could shake the sense back into his brother. Maybe he was just hoping he hadn’t had to watch another get hurt and needed to tether himself back to the ground. Either way, his grip left a dull pain in Damian’s arms, and he became acutely aware of what was happening.

He reached up to place a hand on Tim’s arm. “I’m alright, Drake. Just a slip-up that will likely never happen again.” He raised his other hand to grab the opposite arm. “Now, let me go before I actually sustain any damage.”

Tim’s chin drooped and he let the grip on his younger brother go slack. Damian hadn’t seen Tim so despondent since their father had disappeared for a year. Tim was supposed to be happy, albeit sleep-deprived – not worrying over something so silly.

Tim whispered softly, looking off into the night sky. “I know you’re upset with me, but I could never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

The moonlight cast a sparkle in Tim’s eyes, and Damian sucked in a breath. He wasn’t good with feelings, none of the Wayne's particularly were, but seeing Tim now, Damian couldn’t help but want to console him. It was uncomfortable, this feeling of worry. Damian Wayne had been taught from a young age that feelings made you weak, but he knew that Tim Drake was anything but.

Damian begrudgingly moved to sit next to his brother and stare at the sky, as well. Gotham was truly a beautiful city at night. The whole city seemed to glimmer with a warm light. It had been hard work to make the streets safer after all these years, but he knew it was worth it to see the look of relief on his father’s aging face.

He looked at Tim through the side of his peripheral vision. Tim hadn’t moved a bit, and that seemed to make something in the pit of Damian’s heart ache.

He coughed awkwardly before muttering, “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not going anywhere.”

It seemed for a moment that Tim hadn’t heard Damian, but he finally chuckled. It was sad, Damian noticed. A defeated, breathless laugh, without so much as a smile on his face.

“I’m sorry about the whole pen pal thing. I know we overstepped your boundaries a bit there. We just got really excited, and Dick really wanted you to be able to talk with people your own age. Not just us, silly old adults. We each had a group growing up, somewhere we could belong outside of Batman’s crew.” Tim turned to look at his brother, and Damian held his breath. “After the whole ‘teen titans’ thing fell apart, we were worried about you."

Damian scoffed, but he knew that even the darkness of the night could not hide his blushing face. “You need not worry about me. I am perfectly fine.” He paused before uttering his next sentence. “I have you nitwits to keep me company, after all.”

It was as close as both boys knew Damian would get to affection, so Tim took it stride with a soft smile. “We love you, too, little wing.”

Tim went in for a hug, but Damian was too quick and was up and away before he could reach his target. Damian swept the dust off of his clothes and began walking towards the other side of the roof. He hesitated before turning partially to face Tim once more.

“I’ll have you know, Marinette is a good person. We talk daily. She’s mailing a sweater for Titus soon.”

A large grin overtook Tim’s face before faltering slightly. “Wait, why are you telling me this?”

“Because no one will ever believe you,” Damian smirked.

“And just why not? We could hack into your account easily!”

Damian’s face contorted into an unsettling expression, in what Tim assumed was an attempt at a maniacal smile, before taunting, “Only if you want Bernard to know you’ve been making out with Brown.”

Tim merely scoffed and folded his arms. “Bernard already knows, understands, and doesn’t care. Try again.”

“Oh? Does he know about your steamy flights with Kent, too?”

Damian had struck the nail directly on the head. Tim’s confidence faltered and in a horrified voice, whispered, “You wouldn’t.”

“We both know that I would.”

Tim fell to the roof in mock agony, pounding his fist on the concrete and wailing about how unfair life was and ‘why couldn’t he have gotten a nicer little brother.’ Damian’s work was done. His silence would be valuable to helping Damian not scare off Marinette. With both Duke and Tim sworn to silence, he had nothing to worry about. Marinette would stay a secret, and he would get all of her attention in return.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Growing Up

Hello Marinette,

I did have someone I loved once, but it was for a very brief time. We were rather close, so the feelings seemed to appear quite naturally. I ignored the feeling. I did not have time for love.

He kissed me. Once, when we were 15. We never spoke of it again, and I suppose, he eventually stopped loving me. We are still comrades, however. Our friendship was more important than a childhood crush could ever be.

Perhaps you will think this one day, too.

I hope your friendship becomes more important for you. I hope you will learn what it is to love someone else.

I will let you know when the package you sent arrives. Expect pictures of Titus in that email.

Good luck, Damian

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Fictober 20/31 -- “There’s only us.”

The Avengers are coming, but Lottie snuck out, so it takes them a while to realize that 1) she’s missing, 2) she’s in danger, and 3) they have to actually locate her. She’s aware of this, and she’s unwilling to wait. Over 1K so look out for under the cut!

“Alright, introductions out of the way,” Lottie said, voice clipped. “I’m Lottie. You know Mr. Cheung. Who are you. Fast.” The older boy was taking off his shirt. Lottie squinted at him, absolutely bewildered, until she remembered her nakedness. The other two kids were staring at her, agog. She considered turning back into a cat. Eventually she decided against it, taking the shirt with a sigh and pulling it over her head. Once covered, she clapped her hands together, sternly repeating, “Names. Give them to me.”

“Bernie,” the older boy said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I can turn invisible as long as I hold my breath.” He moved his right arm uncomfortably, drawing attention to the device around his wrist. “When I’m not wearing this thing, anyway.”

The middle of the two stood up from cowering against the wall as Mr. Cheung put a hand on Lottie’s shoulder, as if to show she was a safe person. “My name’s Veronica. I can hover off the ground.” She turned and grabbed the last kid up, who meekly hid his face in her shoulder. “This is Tim. He can create ultrasonic waves with his mouth. He can’t control it, though, so he’s scared to talk, even with the bracelet.”

Lottie felt her stern expression fade. She bent down a little, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Tim. I understand being afraid to hurt someone with your powers. Do you know any sign language?”

Tim shook his head.

“He writes in our palms,” Bernie offered.

“Okay, well, maybe once we get out of here, we can find someone to teach you a way to communicate that doesn’t revolve around writing,” Lottie told him gently, then stood up, looking around the cell.

“What do you mean, once we get out of here?” Bernie asked, following her as she walked over to the barred door. “We’ve been here for months.”

Lottie turned to look at him sharply. “Months?”

“Well, Veronica has,” Bernie admitted under her glare. “For three months. Then me, then Tim, then Yin.”

“Yin,” Lottie repeated, confused.

Mr. Cheung sighed. “That’s my first name.”

“He gets to call you by your first name?!” Lottie exclaimed, outraged.

“You can call me Yin when you can properly pronounce ‘orange,’” Mr. Cheung said sternly.

Lottie threw her hands up, frustrated, then threw them out when they both opened their mouths to speak. “No. Stop. Both of you are being called ‘shut up’ until you can provide me with help.”

“Charlotte,” Mr. Cheung began, offended.

“SHUT UP,” Lottie hissed, and let her teeth go sharp in warning. She turned back to the door, curling her fingers around the bars and testing its strength. It could probably stand up to the strongest human. If she was a tiger, she could rip it clean off its hinges.

She would rip it clean off its hinges.

“Lottie, wait,” Bernie began.

Lottie took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, then let it back out slowly, turning to look at him. “What?”

“You think we can just, what, escape like that?” Bernie said, obviously frustrated. “We don’t know the guards’ schedules, if these devices can be used to hurt us, or even where, exactly, we are. Where are we going to go?”

Lottie worked her jaw. He looked so young, he couldn’t be any older than eighteen or nineteen. She wondered if she’d looked so young the day her parents waved her and her sisters off to go to Mutant Pride. God. How had they ever let her go. She looked back out at the hallway. “So your proposal is… to sit here and wait and see what happens?” she asked, biting back a growl.

“We don’t even know what they want from us,” Bernie said, shrugging, movements sharp and angry.

Lottie let her hands drop from the door, fighting the urge to bare her teeth at him.

“They want us dead,” Mr. Cheung said simply, matter-of-fact. “They did the same thing to my parents back in Guangdong. They fled the country to escape it.”

“Dead?” Veronica repeated, voice cracking.

“Dead,” Mr. Cheung repeated with a firm nod. “We are other, so we are dangerous.”

Tim began to cry, tears silently streaming down his face. Veronica pulled him into a hug with a sniffle. Bernie had gone ash-white, as if the fact that he’d be murdered had never occurred to him. As if he’d never allowed it to occur to him.

“No one is coming for us,” Lottie told them. She tried to say it with all the compassion she could, but it still came out pretty stern. “Veronica has been here three months, and no one has come. Even as more and more people were taken off the streets, no one has come. We have to save ourselves. There’s only us,” she continued desperately as she watched the hope leave their eyes. “We need to get ourselves out of here. We can do it together.”

Mr. Cheung reached out to put his hand on her shoulder again. “You’d have a better chance of getting out and getting help, wouldn’t you?”

“That stopped being an option the minute I came through the vent,” Lottie told him, frowning when his grip tightened in distress. “It’s too late. I’ve wasted too much time.”

“We’ll just slow you down,” Bernie said, lifting his hand to pick at the device around his wrist.

Lottie blinked at him, then reached out, taking his arm into her hands like it was made of porcelain. She leaned down. Closed her sharpening teeth around the device.

Jaguars had a bite force of fifteen hundred pounds per square inch. It snapped under the pressure of her jaw like a twig. The worst she got was a spark of electricity and the taste of sour Gameboy cartridge.

“…Noooo, I did not like that at all,” Bernie whispered, looking at his now-bare arm.

Veronica jumped to her feet, holding her wrist out. “Me next! Do me!”

“Okay,” Lottie said, reaching out to take her arm and hold it still.

She bit through Veronica’s easily, and then Tim’s, when he shyly held his arm out. Mr. Cheung went last, and Lottie hesitated in putting her teeth close to his papery skin. He just patted her on the head though, gave a little nod, and didn’t even flinch when one of the wires scratched him.

“Charlotte,” Mr. Cheung said as she carefully ran her tongue over the cut to stop the bleeding. “You do understand… this is just one door.” When she looked up at him, confused, he nodded toward the hallway. “I counted three other doors from the corner of the cell, peering out. That was only what I could see. Who knows how many mutants are being held prisoner here.”

“I have an idea,” Lottie admitted, thinking back to the chat rooms and missing persons reports she’d been poring over with Natasha before she’d been snatched off the street. She nodded once, sharply. “We’ll open every door, then.”

“We’ll slow you down,” Bernie said again, but he sounded resigned this time.

“I’ll make up the difference,” Mr. Cheung said, rubbing his wrist where the power-dampening bracelet had been.

Everyone looked at him, surprised. “What’s your power, Mr. Cheung?” Veronica asked.

“I make electronics stop working when I touch them,” he answered simply. “I can go ahead of everyone and take the bracelets off the other prisoners.” He smiled. “I’m sure some won’t need to wait for little Charlotte to come tear the door off for them.”

“Great! It’s a plan,” Lottie said, clapping her hands together.

“It’s the start of a plan,” Bernie cut in.

“It’s all we’ve got time for,” Lottie replied, beginning to pull the shirt he’d lent her off. She handed it back to him. “Thanks for the modesty. I don’t have any.”

Bernie coughed, trying to make the way he immediately looked away from her body casual and failing. “Yeah, I get that now.”

Lottie smiled a little, amused, then turned back to the door, rubbing her hands together. “Okay. Here we go.” She paused, then let out a little sigh. “If shooting starts, get behind me. I’m a bigger target. My body will protect you.”

“Charlotte,” Mr. Cheung began, voice sharp, but Lottie was already shifting, orange-and-white paws wrapping around the bars of the door. She ripped it off in one swift movement.

Alarms started going off after she’d ripped off three more, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her.

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soleminisanction · 2 years

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Addressing the Actual Elephant

Also available (with additional A/N rants) on AO3

Pairings: Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, past Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, background Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake, minor or background relationships.

Characters: Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown -- Cass Cain, Kon-El Kent and Bart Allen all appear but they're mostly a Greek chorus and don't actually get any characterization or focus.

Word Count: 1,929

Summary:

“Jesus Christ, Steph,” Tim sighed in frustration and raked a hand through his hair. “You care more about me not telling you there was an elephant than about the fact that there was a rampaging elephant. You only care about my problems when you can make them about you.”

Coming out isn't always sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes, break-ups should hurt, at least a little.

A/N: Meghan Fitzmartin seems a very sweet woman. But she’s also quite straight, and clearly wrote the back-up feature for the Tim Drake Pride Special to appease all the Steph fans who’re still throwing tantrums about their break-up, which means the whole thing came across as saccharine, shallow, and frankly, to me, infuriating. So here’s a take on how the whole thing should’ve gone down. Happy Pride.

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“Is there something wrong with your comms?” Steph goaded snidely from behind her mask. “Surely that’s the only reason you didn’t call us , the Bat-Fam members that are famously always in Gotham City.”

Tim suppressed a groan as he stared at her, the last person he wanted to see right now, with her hips cocked and her arms folded, framed by the light of an overturned car that was still aflame and smoking. At his shoulder and hers, Kon and Cass stood expectantly by, like they expected him to say something, to answer her. Right now. While there was still a semi-corporeal white elephant rampaging through the inner city.

What was up with that ?

“We don’t have time for this,” he said instead. Up ahead the white elephant trumpeted, punctuating his point. “Superboy, come on.”

He darted past the Batgirls. Steph twisted after him with a startled, “Hey!”

“If you’re here to help, then help!” he shouted back over his shoulder. “Or at least clear the area of civilians!”

He caught hints of her grumbling complaints at his back, and ignored them. While he wasn’t opposed to calling for back-up, Steph would not have been his first choice for this even under ideal circumstances; not because she was incapable, but because this was an elephant that had tanked both his metahuman speedster best friend and his Kryptonian super-clone best friend. Stephanie Brown was a mundane co-ed with an undeclared major and a mean right hook. What, exactly, was she going to do?

The answer turned out to be “less than nothing.” It was Bart who found the critical clue and, though Cass and Kon made a half-hearted attempt to guilt Tim into taking Steph on the investigation, Tim put his foot down; the longer they played around, the more likely someone would get hurt, and the Speedster Express was ten times faster than even the fastest Bat-driver (which wouldn’t have been Steph anyway, that honor went to Harper Row.)

In the end, the two of them found the disk that was the elephant’s source, drew it back to its summoning location, and dispelled it with a final round of shenanigans, just like old times. When they met back up with Kon on an apartment rooftop, the Batgirls were still with him, and Steph was still fuming.

“There you are.” she snapped, yanking down her mask so she could scold more clearly. She stormed forward to meet Tim as Bart set him down on his feet, her blue eyes blazing with a fury he hadn’t seen since…well, the second or third time she’d falsely accused him of cheating on her. “No more excuses. You and I are going to talk this thing out, right now.”

"No."

Cass gasped. A startled laugh burst out of Bart. Kon’s eyebrows lept straight up to his hairline.

As for Steph, her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?!"

"I said no .” Tim kept his tone exactly as calm and neutral as it had been before, a perfect match for his practiced Bat-poker face as he purposefully avoided Steph’s direct gaze. “Take a hint, Batgirl. Back off. I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Well too fucking bad!"

She hit him then, a full body check that sent him stumbling off his feet and into a nearby wall. She pinned him there, one trembling hand on each of his shoulders, and leaned in to use her full weight against him.

“I want some goddamn answers, birdboy. Tell me, right now, why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Because of exactly this.”

The words slid out between his teeth before Tim could stop them. Bart, Kon and Cass, who’d been moving to break up the potential fight, stopped dead and stared, goggle-eyed. Steph went rigid. Her grip weakened, giving Tim the chance to regain his footing, put a hand on each of her shoulders, and shove her back enough to let him step away from the wall.

Well. No turning back now.

“Jesus Christ, Steph,” he sighed in frustration as he raked a hand through his hair. “You care more about me not telling you there was an elephant than about the fact that there was a rampaging elephant . You didn’t come to help, you came to corner me , to pick a fight. You only care about my problems when you can make them about yourself, and turn me into the bad guy or the butt of the joke. Of course I don’t want to talk to you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

He hadn’t wanted to get sharp with her. Hell, he hadn’t wanted to have this conversation at all. He’d thought there were supposed to be social moors in place for exes to give each other space even if they stayed friends; that’s what he and Kon had both done with Cassie. But not this time. From the very second they broke up, everyone from Kon to Babs to freaking Bruce had been pestering him to talk to Stephanie, talk to Stephanie, talk to Stephanie. That couldn’t be a coincidence.

He folded his arms across his chest and looked a startled Steph in the eye. “I’ve been dealing with something personal. Something important. Having you around would have made it harder.”

“You can’t know that!” she sputtered.

“ You don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

Steph made an unintelligible noise of protest and began to chew on her bottom lip. She did that the way she always had, the way she did almost everything: aggressively, so much so Tim was occasionally surprised she hadn’t yet chewed a hole straight through it. Her brows were still knitted, but now the anger had given way to almost panicked confusion. If she’d had a plan, this wasn’t going according to it at all.

Tim’s inner tactician was not about to give up his advantage, not now that he’d gotten going. He pressed on. “We’ve been broken up for all of a month and instead of giving me even an inch of space, you’ve spent the entire time manipulating my friends and family so they’ll guilt-trip me into talking to you. That doesn’t exactly inspire trust .”

Over her shoulder, he caught a glimpse of Kon and Cass exchanging mutual guilty glances. There would be time, later, to reassure them both; Tim couldn’t blame them. Steph liked to pretend that she was above manipulating people, that she was too good and noble for the more underhanded Bat-games. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“And it really doesn’t help that, half the time, your idea of ‘helping’ is to make fun of me.” Tim crossed his arms over his chest, feeling a sudden need to guard the vulnerable, pounding heart beneath. “You think you’re just making jokes, lightening the mood, being little miss quirky-happy-funtimes. But you do that by picking on my clothes, and my interests, and my life choices, and half the things I say, and if I get upset about any of it, suddenly I’m ‘being a stuck-up killjoy’ who ‘can’t take a joke.’”

“I…” For once in her life, Stephanie Brown was struck dumb. As if it had never once occurred to her that the target of her gapes might not enjoy her mockery just as much as she did. Her eyes glistened with something that might’ve been tears, might’ve been anger, was more likely a mix of both, fighting to see which would be the first to come out.

A part of Tim panged with guilt, but the part of him that still sounded a little bit like his mother quickly stamped that out. She’d asked. She’d demanded this, wanted the truth. He wasn’t responsible for her feelings. It wasn’t his job to make her happy. He didn’t owe Stephanie Brown anything.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly to her, without any real contrition in his tone. “Is this conversation not going the way you wanted? Let me guess what you were hoping to hear: ‘It’s not you, it’s me. You did nothing wrong, it’s all my fault that we broke up. It had nothing to do with you, you’ve always been everything I ever wanted.’

“But that would be a lie. The truth is, we both fucked up. A lot. And sometimes? I’m not even sure if I like you.”

It was hard, after all, to like someone who went behind your back to scheme against you, who poked fun at your self-doubts and refused to treat your problems with respect, or whose very presence reminded you of some of the hardest times of your life and all the apologies you’d never gotten for them.

“I won’t make any excuses for my mistakes, and I won’t ask you to apologize for yours. But if we’re going to be able to work together after this, let alone be friends, we need to move on, and to do that you need to start respecting me and my boundaries.” He tossed back his cape and squared his shoulders, his entire body tingling with anxiety. “When I’m ready to talk, I’ll call you. Until then? Unless there’s another rampaging emergency? Leave me the fuck alone .”

With that uncharacteristic final bomb, he brushed passed her for a second time. Nodding to Cass, he caught back up with Impulse and Superboy and caught their concerned gazes with a heavy, tired sigh. “Now do you get why I didn’t want to call her?”

“Yeeeeeeah.” Kon grinned awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry man. Forgot the bro code.”

“Robin, wait!”

He glanced back at Spoiler, half-braced for a punch to the face, but the anger in her voice was completely gone. Instead, she sounded and looked simply…sad. Confused. Like a teenage girl who had just been broken up with. Cass had come to her side and now placed comforting hands on her arm and shoulder. Steph glanced her way, seemed to draw some bit of support from her presence, and turned back to Tim.

“I just…I don’t understand .”

…fair.

Tim took a deep breath, in through his mouth, out through his nose, and made a decision. He flipped up the lenses in his mask and looked at her with bare, clear eyes. “Stephanie. I’ve found someone else.”

Steph sucked a gasp and gripped Cass’s hand with her own, but didn’t look surprised. More like resigned.

“We’ve been dating for a few weeks now. When I’m with him, I feel… safe. Secure. Supported. Valued .” Thinking about his time with Bernard brought a faint smile to Tim’s lips, a wistfulness to his tone, and a warmth to his chest. There weren't a lot of things that could make him feel that way. Young Justice was one of them. Movie night with Bruce and Dick was another. But with Stephanie…the truth was…

“I’ve never felt any of that with you.”

Blue eyes widened in shock. Her lips moved without speaking, mouthing the word, ‘Him?’

Tim shook his head, refusing to explain further. “I’m not going back, Steph. And I’m not ready to let you into that part of my life right now. Things are too tense, and… I don’t trust you not to use it to hurt me. Or to turn it into another joke.”

“Tim.” Her tone now was hurt, short, and shocked. “I would never .”

He regarded her sadly. “I wish I could believe that. I really, really do.”

He left it at that, and left her on the roof, standing with Cass and watching as Kon took Tim’s wrist and carried him off into the night.

#dc comics fanfiction #tim drake #stephanie brown #stephanie brown critical #canon critical #critique of canon #vent fic #my fic #my fanfics #my writing #word count 2000 #spoilers #tim drake pride special spoilers #I woke up today and chose violence #and by violence I mean I think I'm actually quite fair to the girl #I just don't take her side in this argument #and I'm not going to coddle her feelings

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iboatedhere · 2 years

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Carlos shakes his head, queues up his music, plugs in his headphones, and runs.

Since moving in, Carlos has stuck to a two mile route around his neighborhood. It’s relatively flat, with little competing foot or bike traffic and if he times it just right, he breezes through every pedestrian crosswalk.

This morning, however, Carlos decides to push himself a little further.

He’s usually so good at getting his father’s words out of his head, letting his music or the sound of his shoes against the pavement drive drown them out, at least for a little while. But he can’t seem to shake the things he said about TK, the disappointment and the judgment. He almost feels like calling him back right now and telling him that TK’s past, present, or future is none of his business. All that matters is what he does on the field and Carlos is confident that he’ll only be a positive asset to the team.

How could his father have missed the fact that without TK, Carlos probably wouldn’t have been able to finish the game and the loss would’ve been squarely on his own shoulders and that the only TK could’ve distracted him, was if he spent too much time staring into TK’s bright, green eyes.

Carlos’ foot catches on an uneven concrete and he hisses as his ankle rolls. He braces himself against a low, wrought iron fence and slowly moves his ankle in a circle before deciding to put some weight on it.

It’s uncomfortable, but nothing is sprained or broken and he’s sure that he’ll be able to walk it off.

He pushes himself away from the fence and looks up, realizing with a start that he doesn’t know where he is.

All the condos and apartment buildings on this side of town look the same and before he can pull his phone out to get his exact location, he hears his name being called.

TK is standing on the front steps of the condo that Carlos has stopped in front of, the door cracked open behind him, barefoot in running shorts and a t-shirt.

Carlos accidentally ran right to him.

“Carlos?” He asks again and Carlos nods and raises his hand to wave. TK lets the door close behind him then takes a few steps down the path toward the sidewalk. “I thought that was you. Do you live around here?”

Carlos shrugs and checks his Fitbit to find the distance. “I’m about…five miles that way,” he says, pointing south.

TK’s jaw drops. “Five miles? You’ve run five miles before seven thirty?”

“It was supposed to be earlier but my dad called and I talked to him for a bit.”

“And now you have to run back.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Ten miles, Carlos,” TK says. “I can’t even give you a ride because I don’t have a car yet. What if I called you an Uber?”

“I have my phone,” Carlos says and TK rolls his eyes.

“At least take a Gatorade with you. Rosewater left a few in the fridge.”

“I’m–.” Carlos starts then stops as he gets his bearings. “How about a coffee?”

“There’s no coffee in the house,” TK says.

“No, I know,” Carlos says, “Tim drank tea. There’s a little coffee shop down the street if you want to go with me. It’s–.” He stops and blinks the sweat out of his eyes then lifts up the hem of his shirt to wipe his face. When he drops it TK is staring at him, lips parted just slightly. “It’s within walking distance. My treat….TK?”

TK blinks and clears his throat. “Yeah, no. Coffee is good.” He steps forward and gestures down the street. “We can—.”

“Do you want to put on shoes first?” Carlos asks and TK swears.

“Shit, yeah,” he says. “Just give me a second.”

Carlos nods and watches him jog back up the pathway. “Take your time.”

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #wip wednesday

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Jasonette July 2022

Day 3 - Strike

[Finishing up previous two prompts]

day 1 | day 2

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“I’m gonna kill that fucking clown!”

Jason pulled up the tracker folder as Alfred walked into the cave.

“Master Jason, I believe it would be wiser to wait for others so you may have assistance, also to take a moment to calm down.” Jason sent Marinette’s current location to his phone, she was in a warehouse of all places. Jason just ignored Alfred as he headed to get his gear on. Alfred caught Jason by his shoulder, “Master Jason I advise you go get your friend with assistance of your family. It would not be helpful to saving her if you go in by yourself, it could be a risk of getting you both killed.”

Jason’s jaw clenched, Alfred was right. Alfred was always right, he was never wrong.

“Can you see if Damian or Dick are available, and talk to Tim about heading to the warehouse? The coordinates are on the screen already, I'm getting my suit on.”

Alfred nodded and went to work contacting the boys. He messaged Bruce about the situation, he couldn't come cause he was dealing with some meetings and paperwork. Damian was upstairs and came down, he had come to the decision that his school work was simple enough he could finish it when he came back from giving his assistant to Jason and his roommate. Also, it would give him a chance to evaluate her in person. Dick was on a plane to Jump City and the bridge had already been closed off. Tim was headed over to the warehouse, he was gonna try and see what the Joker had going on.

Jason came out of the changing room heading straight for the computer with Damian soon following out. Jason grabbed his comm before putting his helmet on, he heard Tim as he headed to his motorbike with Damian in tow. It would just be easier to take a smaller mode of transportation and faster.

“All the windows are covered, and there’s one guy at the back door but no one at the loading bay door is down.” Tim replied over the comms, “I think we should go in through the roof windows.”

“We will be there in a few moments Todd,” Damian stated as Jason drove. He had to get there immediately, he needed to be there now. He didn’t even know Marinette was going to the bank today, he would’ve made the excuse he needed to go there before going to dinner. He should’ve stayed at the apartment longer, better yet skipping this weeks’ dinner like he had wanted.

Red Hood sped through the busy road, weaving around the cars and trucks. He came around a corner and then parked his bike in an alley nearby, they got off and climbed the building. Red Robin was on the roof of the warehouse looking in from a window, he waved them over, “He doesn’t have anyone on this side of the building besides the girl, and the only guy he has is in the back at the door. I think I’ll go get the guy in the back and then head in. You guys go to the front-”

“No I’ll go to the back, you and Demon Spawn can go to the front,” Jason declared. Jason headed to the end of the building. Red Hood dropped down and made his way to the corner. After knocking out the guard, he got the door open and dragged the unconscious body into the building. Jason gave him some taps on the check, “Heh, you’ll be fine.”

Red Hood continued down the warehouse on the wall, gun pointed down as he moved down. It was fairly quiet causing Jason to become more anxious. Then Joker bursted out laughing, and began to speak loudly, “I just want to see Batsy again! So don’t worry you little head, you won’t be hurt. Not much at least.”

Jason heard Marinette chuckle as he came closer, “You don’t need me for that, and you know that.”

“Really and why would that be?”

“Because your darling ‘Batsy’ can’t come to the phone right now,” Red Hood stepped out. Joker’s smile slowly melted, “Now why would that be?”

“Batman can’t always come to play, me on the other hand,” Red Hood raised his gun up. And like how this started it would soon resolve after, not permanently but for now.

Jason would probably tell her that she was the only reason he held back, he shot him in the thigh. Just seconds after Marinette got up and took the ropes that had just held her bound around the Joker’s neck. Red Hood ran up and punched him in the gut before going to knock him out. He turned to Marinette, “Miss you need to exit the building. The back door is open-“ He pointed to where he had come in. “Maybe wait a ways away till the police arrive.”

She nodded, “Of course, than-“ she was interrupted by the double doors on the opposite end opening with Red Robin and the current Robin fighting some guys with guns and in clown masks. Red Hood sighed as Mari said, “Can’t catch a break.”

The guys started to shout about Red Hood and the girl.

“Okay just get out now,” Marinette nodded and ran to the back. She pushed the door open wide enough that it would look like she left, she jumped behind a stocked shelf. The Reds and Robin were doing well, but Red Robin was complaining about Hood’s usage of guns while Hood just said screw Batman’s rules. Marinette pinched her nose, well this is what she expected having read blog and tweet posts about Gotham’s resident heroes.

“Marinette,” peeped a high-pitched voice. She looked down by her leg, “you should go. They can handle themselves, you need to get out.” Mari shook her head, “What if they need help, whole thing of when I was Ladybug I helped cause it was needed. Even though I didn’t want to.” Marinette made her way closer to the fight from the side wall. Tikki followed her, “But Marinette we don’t wanna risk you.”

“Tikki you should know life sometimes means taking risks.” Right after she said that Red Hood came flying over her way, head hitting the wall and fell to the ground. A big chunk broke off on the right side of his helmet, he stumbled as he tried to get up and muttered about strength metas. He had a domino mask on under his helmet, which is very smart. He turned facing Marinette, she stiffened as she fell under his gaze. She couldn’t see it but she sure could feel it.

“Marrriss I told you to leave, you need to get out of here.” Red Hood straightened himself doing so made a strand of hair fall into view out of his helmet. It was stark white, Mari squinted her eyes taking him for a moment. Then it hit her, of course.

Of. Damn. Course.

“Of course you’re Red Hood! The late nights, closed off about your family, going everywhere with me.” Mari exclaimed, Jason stiffened. He cleared his throat, “Miss I believe you have me mistaken with someone else. Please leave now.”

“Jay stop the bull,” Marinette snapped hushed. “We’re talking about this later.” Jason groaned, “Fine just get out of here now, I’ll tell you anything. Just. Get. Out.”

“I can help!”

“No-“

“I have more experience than you know or can find. You’d only know if I gave it to you on a silverplater! So I’m staying.” Marinette glared at Jason with crossed arms. Jason turned Marinette around, “Mari go.”

He then began to walk away, “Tikki spots on.” Pink flashed and Jason turned around to see Marinette gone and young women with long dark hair in a ponytail, black knee high boots with red accents, a belt connected to two pieces of fabric that semi rapped around her leg to her knees. She had forearm armor, and a thick black cape that started from her neck down to her mid thigh, the inside had a extra layer that was light blue, the rest of the suit of skin tight ladybug themed. She marched right up to him yo-yo in hand, “I am Ladybug, Guardian of the Chinese Mother Box. I have defeated Hawkmoth and countless of his victims, and I will help in this fight.” Ladybug marched towards the more obvious metas then Red Hood followed in to fight.

“Red Hood, who is this?” Red Robin shouted after knocking down a goon. Before Jason could respond Ladybug beat him to the punch, “I’m Ladybug. I was in the city and decided to drop in.”

“I don’t believe that is the whole story but we can get back to that after,” Robin declared as he passed her. By the time they were done the police had arrived and Mari was running to go grab, well herself.

“And there was a civilian girl here too you said? The one from the bank,” the officer asked.

“Yes. Actually I took her a few blocks away when I saw her leave the warehouse, I can go see if she's in the area and get her.” Ladybug spoke, her hand naturally drifting to her yo-yo. The officer nodded, “Would you? If you don't mind, it’s just so hard to find the key witnesses and victims.”

Ladybug threw her yo-yo towards a fire escape, “It’s no worry. Of course I can.” she then zipped up, she ran across a few buildings before dropping down hiding in a dead-end so she could detransform. She gave Tikki a cookie and started her way back to the scene. She frizzled her hair a bit and shook her head, trying to imitate how she remembered civilians' hair being after she swung with them across Paris. She ran up to the officer and Robin, “Hello the bug hero said for me to come over here? She had to leave for some reason. I don't have to be here long do I?”

Mari tried to ramble a bit before she was cut off, “it’s all fine Miss, I just need you to tell me what happened and we get you on home.” So she told him everything, of course not the heroing part. “Is there anything else you need from me, officer?”

“No, you're good to go now.” Mari sighed and started walking after a few yards she took a right into an alley so she could call Tikki. But before she could she heard a person drop down behind her. She turned around to find Jason, still in his Red Hood suit with his helmet off. They stood there looking at each other, it made Marinette uneasy she couldn't see his eyes.

Jason cleared his throat, “If you would allow Miss, I would like to escort you home. We need to talk about your kidnapping and what followed.”

Mari couldn't stop the soft smile that came with a chuckle as its partner. “I don't believe I can but Ladybug can fill in and rely what followed my kidnapping.”

“Well she better get her ass here then.”

Mari smiled as she called the transformation, she grabbed her yo-yo, throwing it up. She nodded her head towards the building.

#jasonette july 2022 #jasonette july #jason x marinette #jasonette #maribat

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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♡ prompt: “Hi! I’m her boyfriend. Ever heard of me?”

♡ character: roy harper / arsenal

♡ pronouns used: she/her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

"chug! chug! chug!" Dick and Jason screamed as you stabbed the side of the Red Bull can with your key and shotgunned it. Tim and Damian shook their heads as you popped another one open, "four years of college pays off babes," you said, crushing the two empty cans.

"so that's what father paid for?" Damian asked sarcastically. you rolled your eyes throwing him the can, "I got a degree didn't I? it's all apart of the college experience. am I right?" you asked Dick as he nodded in agreement. "and you will soon learn that too," you informed Tim making him shrug, "as for you Duke, don't listen to anything I'm saying. Tim already has a coffee addiction so he's not worth lecturing. you on the other hand haven't been addicted to coffee or energy drinks so stick to water!"

Bruce had called for everyone to meet at the batcave in order to talk about a few issues that was plaguing the Justice League. you knew Jason was less than impressed to be here meanwhile the rest of you were just happy to be there. you hadn't been to the manor in a few weeks and hadn't seen your adopted siblings in an even longer time span.

while all of you were sent off on patrol, you knew the part of Gotham you had to watch over hardly had any sus going on. not much high collar crimes happening in a suburb full of uppity soccer moms and hardly around dads. you looked over to Jason, giving him a sheepish smile.

"can I patrol with Jason?" you asked Bruce, raising your hand in the process. Jason gave you a look, "why?" he replied, a bit taken back. you shrugged, "because I never get the fun parts of town. you have downtown Gotham which always has some kind of bullshit going on and I want in." Bruce gave you the green light, making you jump on Jason's back, hitting in the process.

Cass giggled as she walked away with Steph. Jason growled, giving you the spare helmet, "great, first you and now Roy is on his way." you gave him an even slier smile, "really? Roy's joining us? that's awesome!" you exclaimed as he gave you a stoned face look, "do not go on flirting with my teammate. that's gross and really weird. especially coming from my sister."

you shook your head knowing exactly how you were going to be around the former Speedy.

the two of you had a bit of history that no one knew about. you had went on a mission with Jason after he called you for extra help and one thing led to another and the two of you landed in bed together. no one besides the two of you knew about that night; however, Kori had a hunch something happened although she never went out of her way to figure out what.

"aww, couldn't take Roy and I together? we could give Lian another sibling," you joked making Jason gag. the two of you continued to bicker the entire way to the meeting location as you saw Roy standing on top of a building. you wondered if Kori was going to make a stop to join but seeing as though Gotham was relatively quiet tonight, you figured she probably wouldn't.

"Harper!" you screamed, startling him. he perked up seeing you, "( last name ), Jay didn't inform me you were joining us or else I would have cleaned up," he said, meeting you on the sidewalk. Jason stared at you as to remember what he said earlier, "I joined Jason last minute. I offered my section of Gotham to Tim so I could see you," you winked as you Jason fuming.

the two of you started laughing, fully knowing that you were going to piss Jason off.

"I would offer to leave but I would never let you be alone with my sister," Jason replied as he pushed you to the other side of him. you sighed, "I was telling Jason earlier that he was too much of a baby when we're together. he doesn't like the idea of me giving Lian a half sibling."

Roy's mouth dropped in shock as Jason glared at you.

"well, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea," he replied as Jason jumped onto him. "that's my sister! don't be a dick!" he yelled as you started howling with laughter. the three of you walked on the sidekick, small conversations being said here and there but nothing much outside of bugging Jason really happened.

you checked your watch, seeing how much longer you had for patrol as you turned in the opposite direction of Jason and Roy.

"I'm gonna check this alley, y'all can check the other if you want!" you exclaimed, patting your weapon to reassure Jason that you'd be okay. you walked off, hearing Roy tell Jason something but you couldn't exactly point out what. "a coffee is really necessary right now," you said, a yawn coming out of you.

the alley was relatively quiet for a quick second before you felt someone wrap their arms around you. you laughed, feeling up Roy's muscled arm.

"ah, so you did manage to get Jason off of you," you whispered. he chuckled, spinning you around, "had too. you saw the way he was going to blow a gasket with the way we were talking," he joked, "plus, you mentioned giving Lian another sibling?" you smacked his shoulder, telling him that you were joking.

"I don't think it's a joke anymore babes," you rolled your eyes, letting yourself become entangled in his arms. you saw the way Roy's hair sopped down as he felt him lean in closer.

your arms snaked around his neck, getting lost in the kiss. in the back of your head, all you could hope for was that Jason didn't find you. you knew Jason wouldn't have mind THAT much if he did but you also knew that he could be very hotheaded and irrational at times. it all depended on his mood.

"damn I missed this," he murmured against your lips.

before you could lean back into it, you heard a scoff and a sound of disbelief. you instantly jumped out of his arms, seeing Dick and Damian staring at you two.

"hey guys," you murmured, scratching your head sheepishly. Roy stood next to you, half scared and half in shock, "you and Harper? come on, I thought you had better standards," you threw rock at Damian, making Roy laugh.

"don't tell Jay," you looked to Dick who whistled as a response. all of you, excluding Roy, got beeps from Bruce to finally head back to the Batcave. you looked to the boys and saw Roy heading towards Jay's direction, making you wonder if he would follow him back too, "we're talking about this later and not in front him him," Dick whispered in your ear.

you groaned, feeling like a child as all of you made your way back to the the manor.

you saw Cass walking inside of the cave with Duke as you wrapped your around their shoulder, "get over here!" Dick said, pulling you towards him and Tim who found out no thanks to him.

they stared you down in confusion.

"since when were you even mildly close with Roy and to that extreme?" Tim practically screamed, making you and Dick sush him; however, Dick couldn't help but agree.

"remember the time Jason invited me out to help him and the Outlaws?" you asked. Dick's eyes widened, connecting the dots, "I remember asking Jason if you got hurt because you were limping the day you came home...ew, that's fucking disgusting," Dick said as the two of them gagged dramatically.

you laughed, hearing Jason and Roy's voice enter the cave. Damian gave you a look, a sly smirk that practically said 'test me'. you smacked him on the head knowing he wouldn't actually give anything up but you knew that Dick would eventually make you tell Jason everything.

"anything of interest that I should know about?" Bruce asked all of you. you shook your head no as Roy bent down, "not that we would know," you stared at Roy, indicating that he should be quiet before Jason heard.

the debriefing went by a lot quicker than you thought as you stood between Dick and Roy. you could see Dick giving the ginger passive aggressive looks every now and then and it reminded you of when you were kids again. you were the middle child who was younger than Dick but older than Jason so he always had that protective nature over you.

"what're your plans after this?" Roy asked after Bruce let all of you go. you shook your head, indicating that you had nothing going on, "why? trying to coming over?" you asked, making sure that Jason didn't hear. Roy nodded enthusiastically, "come on Harper, at least purchase me dinner," you giggled.

before Jason could hear the conversation, you managed to sneak out of the house to avoid confrontation with your brothers. you knew Roy had a difficult life and while you knew he had his struggles, that didn't make him any less of a person. Jason was fine being his friend but you couldn't help but wonder why it was an issue if you ever began to date him.

your apartment was on the nicer part of Gotham no thanks to your dad allowing you to work for him in the clerical area of Wayne Enterprises. it paid more than enough and you were allowed to work from home whenever you didn't feel like coming in and when you did, you had your own office in a semi-private level of the building.

you quickly changed in your car into leggings and a hoodie before anyone actually realized what you were wearing. you waved a hello to the front desk officer before taking the elevator up. you figured Roy was already waiting outside of your door as you saw his sopping ginger hair leaning against the wall by your door.

"what'd you tell my brother in order to get away from him?" you asked, opening the door to your apartment. he showed you the texts as he lied to Jason, claiming he was going to the bar for a nightly thrill. "so, how have you been rent-a-bat?" he asked, plopping down on the couch and kicking his legs up.

"I am not a bat for rent, I am a bat for escort. I cost at least eight grand to be taken out," you replied, making Roy choke on the beer you gave him, "I got you in bed for free?" "you just got a really good discount. you paid for my breakfast after which I have to admit, it was a pretty good pancake deal."

you felt the wave of tired hit you again as Roy saw your head wanting to nod off, "tired?" he asked. you nodded as he grabbed the throw blanket and pulled it over you, "go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up," he murmured in your year. you gave him one more look before sighing, "try not to break anything," you managed to say before feeling the wave of sleep hit you.

Roy was the first to wake up, seeing how gloomy Gotham looked as he saw your phone lighting up with a call. he grabbed it from the glass table, seeing the name 'Jacob' with a purple heart next to it.

"hello?" he asked, his eyebrows fluttering down in slight anger, "who is this?" the Jacob boy asked. Roy gave him a hearty laugh, "I'm her boyfriend. ever heard of me?" he asked, more confidently now.

with Roy's booming voice, it was hard for you not to wake up. you stirred in Roy's arms as you realized that the two of you had landed in your bed. you gave him a confused look as he hung up the phone, not bothering to answer to whatever it was Jacob was trying to say.

"who called?" you asked, "your friend 'Jacob'," he said in an accusatory tone. you giggled, grabbing Roy's phone and doing what he had done to every contact that wasn't your family, "getting toxic, are we?" you murmured, erasing random girls he had in his contact list, "only for you babe."

before he could reply, there was a knock on your door.

"it's Dick. he said he was stopping by for some papers Bruce need. mind getting it?" you asked, slipping Roy's t-shirt on and heading to the bathroom as Roy went towards the door.

he scratched his head lazily, not bothering to check the peep whole.

"Harper, I will kill you."

Roy's eyes widened, recognizing Jason's voice immediately. you hadn't realized what was going on until you heard a choking sound coming from your living room and ran out of the bathroom. you stood in front of Jason was toppled on top Roy as he had a firm grasp on his neck.

"Jason!" you screamed as he looked up to you. you gave him 'let him go' stare as you tapped your foot patiently, "let Roy go," you threatened as he released Roy from the chokehold but remained on top of him.

"explain...NOW!"

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I am in love with your Wish Me Away Au. Beautiful, truly. Few wonderings and questions. What are your headcanons for if/when Mari starts dating / how does the batfam react? How does little Mari react to Bruce and Selina getting married? And how does Talia react to Mari being there and "softening" her "son"? I ask that last one because I have this headcanon of Talia always knowing what is going on with her "son". I keep putting those quotes around it because she is no mother. Again the idea as a whole is beautiful and I love it.

Awwwwww thank you ☺

Headcanons For When Marietta Starts Dating:

• Nobody, and I mean nobody, was ready for her to start dating or just take an interest in anyone. The boys were dreading the day and had pushed that inevitable knowledge that she would maybe one day want to be romantically involved with someone out of their minds. Who was dreading this day more? Marietta or Bruce? The world may never know.

Marietta knows just how overprotective her family can be but she also knows if she tried to secretly date anyone, it wouldn't be a secret for long.

Bruce dreaded the day because he knew how protective he was, he knew how protective the family was, he didn't want to be the stereotypical overprotective dad when their daughter starts dating but he can feel the transformation happening as we speak.

• Tim legit has an Application to Date My Sister form that he carries around. If someone flirts with Marietta he slaps on of those on the person with a dead serious face.....he..he uh...he didn't think people would actually fill out and send in the forms.

• Dick is overprotective but he is ready to be his baby sister's wingman if he can. Has made the "My sister is single and ready to mingle, unless you're human trash" announcement in public too many times to count.

• Jason will point out potential suitors for Marietta and just look at her and say. "I'll fight em. If they can last 5 secs they have my approval to approach you." Mari just smacks him everytime.

• Damian is arguably the most protective of Marietta, if he sees someone flirting with her he does pull out and point his katana at said person. He says things along the line of, "You think you are good enough for her?" And Marietta will absolutely duel her brother for embarrassing her.

Damian pointing his katana at people interested in his sister happens so often that buzzfeed has made a list of his Top 10 moments.

• Babs will do an in depth background check on whoever Marietta is talking to and if she finds something she doesn't like she tells Marietta ever bad or embarrassing thing said person has done in their life.

• Cass, she doesn't even have to do anything ridiculous like her brothers, when her and Marietta go out no one approaches because really? How can you dare go up to these angels and disturb their peace? You monster?

• Duke really thinks his brothers are too much so he will take Marietta out when she wants to run some errands but doesn't want any drama. If she talks to someone go her! But if it's someone he gets a bad feeling about he will absolutely send a group message with their location and a picture of the person.

• Alfred, he doesn't do anything because he knows Marietta can take care of herself and well if anyone does hurt her well he has his shotguns and really this is Gotham, people die from mysterious means all the time.

• Bruce will give you the most intimidating interview of your life if you are interested in his baby girl. One time he was grilling this boy so hard and Bruce was having fun so he thought he'd trip the boy up with asking what his social security number was and the boy, terrified as he is, yelled his social security number at Bruce Wayne. The boy was so mortified. Bruce was laughing his ass off on the inside.

Bonus Auntie Harley: Harley absolutely wingmans for Marietta happily, but if she sees behavior she doesn't like she will not hesitate to drop kick a teenager.

How does Marietta react to Bruce and Selina getting married?

She is absolutely ecstatic! She was already calling Selina maman, now it's official! They ask her to be the flower girl. Damian is the ring bearer.

How does Talia react to Mari?

She really does start to question if Bruce has a problem when she sees the toddler. Then she sees Damian with the little one and she sees the soft look on his face and it does something to her heart. Damian would never understand, but Talia does love her son but she chose work above her heart. So no matter what Damian thinks is good for him she knows better, she knows his destiny.

So seeing him soften anymore than he already has is complicated. A small part of her is proud, but the bigger part of her curses the Bat and his family for "ruining" her son. Obviously this is the little one's fault and what better way to cure her son than by taking the problem out of the way?

It doesn't go as she plans needless to say.

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A Guide to Love and Coffee in the City of Crime: Ch. 8

Mad at Disney

AO3

Glancing down at her phone, Marinette’s eyes widen. Immediately hitting the call button, she bounces her leg up and down nervously. A scoff from the person next to her on the subway makes her wince apologetically, working hard to keep her leg from shaking. The second the call connects, she begins whispering frantically.

“Sarah, please tell me that was a joke. It was a really good joke, right? Right?” Marinette pleads. The soft laugh (immediately followed by a cough) lets her know it isn’t a joke.

“Sweetheart, you’ll be fine. You’ve been working with me for almost a month. Why are you so worried?” Sarah Johnson, Bruce Wayne’s secretary and her mentor, asks. Marinette groans. It’s not like she could admit that she uses the woman as a shield since Tim refused to talk to her outside of work. And she wasn’t going to let him talk to her at work. Especially about their disastrous first date a month ago. Not that that was his fault, but she still wished he would have talked to her about it. Especially since she was the one taken to not just a secondary location, but a third location.

“Please don’t leave me alone, Sarah! How about I be your assistant for the day. I’ll go get soup and medicine and tissues and-” She rambles on, crossing her fingers that the older woman would agree.

“Hon, you know you can’t.” Sarah says gently, coughing a few times before sighing. “And not to hurt you even more, but I doubt I’ll be back this week.” Marinette groans, dropping her head into her hands. Briefly, Marinette considers not showing up either. She’s sure Bruce would understand if she told him that her classes were overwhelming right now and she needed the extra study time. But just as quickly as she thinks it, she dismisses the thought. It wouldn’t be fair to Sarah, who she could tell was really sick.

“Fine.” Marinette sighs, trying not to sound too upset. “Seriously though, if you need me to bring you something after work, just let me know.” She adds. Sarah laughs.

“Thanks kiddo. I’ll let you know if I need anything. Good luck.” She says, before hanging up. Marinette pinches the bridge of her nose. She could do this. She could do this.

---

Taking the corner quickly, Marinette sucks in a deep breath. She couldn’t do this. Tim was officially stalking her in the office, now that she didn’t have Sarah there as a buffer. It’s not that she didn’t still like him. She did. A lot. But she didn’t want to talk to him about it at work. It wasn’t professional, and she was trying her best to be seen as a professional. Just as she’s able to steady her breathing, her bluetooth device she has in her ear alerts her to an akuma. Mentally cursing her luck, she finishes the short walk to Mr. Wayne’s office. Knocking on the door, she waits til she hears him before entering. Opening the door, she falters slightly, seeing Tim there. She hadn’t realized he would be in there. How did he get there before her? Shoving the thoughts aside, she moves forward. She needed to get the documents to Mr. Wayne and get out so she could go protect her city.

“Here are some papers that I-” She starts to say, but her bluetooth starts ringing. “Just a moment please.” She tells Mr. Wayne, turning and pressing the answer button. “Wayne Enter-”

“LB? Hey, uh, I-SHIT! I know you’re kind of- oh come on, give me a break. You on your way?” Adrien yells, Marinette’s eyes widen and she glances at Mr. Wayne before slipping out of the office.

“Will you be okay for like, three more minutes?” She asks softly. Adrien yelps.

“Yeah, just- hurry please.” He pleads. Quickly hanging up, she pokes her head back into the office.

“I know that this isn’t very professional, but one of my friends back home is having an emergency. Would it be alright if I go call him?” She asks, biting her lip. She needed to go. Now.

“Of course. Would-” Mr. Wayne says, but she rushes off with a quick ‘thanks’ the second he agrees. Now to get to Paris.

---

Marinette yelps, dodging underneath another sword. How was this her life?

“Do you have any idea who has the akumatized object?” She calls over to Adrien. They were both fighting decently, but he was obviously doing better. Marinette wasn’t exactly fond of close combat. Preferring to be at a distance so that she could use her yoyo. Unless it was hand to hand combat. But close range weapons combat? Not her favorite.

“I have no idea.” He huffs out, trying to fight several of the swordsmen at the same time. Marinette wraps an arm around his waist and pulls them up to a roof. It was time to regroup and think.

“Okay. So, what do we know about this akuma?” She asks. He frowns.

“That they have minions dressed like something out of the Han dynasty. And before you got here, they were singing.” He says. Marinette blinks.

“Singing?” She asks. He nods.

“Some song about being a man.” He says. Marinette raises an eyebrow at how familiar it sounds. And then it hits her.

“Chat, have you never seen Mulan?” She asks incredulously. He shakes his head.

“Uh, no. You have met my fa-parents, right?” He asks. She winces, but nods. Yeah. Makes sense that Gabriel Agreste wouldn’t like his son watching Disney movies. Marinette sighs.

“We’re definitely having a movie marathon later. For now, we’ll be looking for Mulan. I’m not sure if she’ll be in a dress or her armor, but she might have a tiny dragon with her.” She says. Adrien blinks.

“Tiny drag- ya know what, I shouldn’t be surprised.” He mutters before launching himself off the roof in search of Mulan. Marinette goes the opposite way, steering clear of the minions with swords. It takes almost fifteen minutes of searching the city (apparently this Mulan was great at hiding), but eventually she spots her.

“Ladybug! Hand over your Miraculous!” The girl demands. Marinette’s eyes narrow.

“Never.” She says, scanning the girl to try and figure out what the akumatized object is. Noticing the flower tucked into the girl’s belt, Marinette frowns. That wasn’t part of the original outfit. Calling upon her lucky charm, she sends a signal to Chat as the plan forms in her head. Chat shows up within moments and Marinette lets out a short exhale. “I need you to focus on the flower tucked into her belt. If you can get it out to break it, do that. We don’t need to risk a cataclysm so close to her.” She directs. He nods.

“What are you doing?” He asks. She smirks.

“I’m being the distraction.” Marinette says, before charging the girl. As expected, she pulls out a sword. Marinette whirls around with her own sword (thank you luck charm) and begins fighting. A slash on her arm makes her wince, but she doesn’t stop. All she needed was for Chat Noir to grab the flower. Then it could be over. Marinette lifts her sword at an angle, trying to block a hit, only for the other girl to change the direction of her sword and pierce through her shoulder. Gasping in pain, Marinette jumps back, barely able to continue holding the sword up.

“LB!” Chat yells. Marinette turns, letting out a small breath of relief as he breaks the flower in half. Throwing her yoyo out, she swiftly catches the little butterfly. Purifying it, she tosses up the sword, a wave of exhaustion washing over her as the little ladybugs feed off of her energy. Pushing back her own bad feelings, Marinette kneels in front of the victim. A little girl with a scowl and a baseball cap stood there, refusing to make eye contact with her.

“I hate him.” The little girl says, her voice filled with venom. Marinette blinks.

“Who? Hawkmoth?” She asks. The girl scoffs.

“Of course I hate him, but that’s not who I’m talking about.” She says. Marinette frowns, glancing at Chat. He scoots a little closer, crouching down and grinning at the girl.

“Who is it? Maybe we could talk to him?” He suggests. The girl scowls.

“I’m sure he’d love for you to talk to him.” She says, glaring at Chat as she says ‘you’. Marinette gives her a moment, watching as the girl’s shoulder slumps and she sighs. “Marco is a boy in my class. He told me that girls aren’t as strong as boys, and that they can’t fight as good as boys, and that they can’t do sports as good as boys. It made me mad.” She says, glancing up.

“Well he’s obviously wrong.” Chat says. The girl’s eyebrows shoot up, like she’d been expecting Chat to agree with Marco.

“Really?” She asks. Chat nods.

“For sure. I mean, have you seen Ladybug? She’s stronger than me, and she’s a great fighter. And I know that there are several girls in Paris who are much better at sports than boys. Even some sports that used to be boys only have been taken over by super talented girls.” He says. Marinette grins, and nods.

“Chat’s right. This boy obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I think Chat and I should check in with him, just to make sure he understands that comments like that could be classified as bullying.” Marinette says, trying not to laugh at the pleased look on the little girl’s face. Now to go teach a little boy a lesson in misogyny.

---

Appearing back in the bathroom, Marinette winces as she glances down at her watch. She’d been gone for over an hour. Hopefully Mr. Wayne wouldn’t be too mad. Opening the door, Marinette yelps as a person practically falls into the bathroom.

“Tim?” She says incredulously. He smiles awkwardly at her from his spot on the floor.

“Uh, hey, Mari.” He says. Marinette frowns, reaching down for his hand to help him up. Once he’s standing, she reaches up and brushes off his blazer.

“What were you doing leaning up against the door like that?” She asks, pulling her hands back to cross her arms. He winces.

“Uh, B sent me to check on you. You seemed pretty upset when you left, and he was worried.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“And you were leaning on the door because?” She asks. He frowns.

“I knocked a couple times, but you didn’t answer. I was trying to figure out if you were even in there.” Tim says flatly. Marinette sighs.

“Sorry, I just- I guess I didn’t hear you. I was kind of caught up in talking to Adrien.” She lies. She hated it. But lies kind of came hand in hand when you were a hero of sorts. Tim’s eyebrows scrunch together slightly.

“Oh, uh, is he okay?” He asks. Marinette frowns. Tim didn’t know how heavy that question was. How could he? Was anyone in Paris really okay right now? Was Adrien, who had been suffering emotional abuse from not only a terrorist but his father as well, okay? No. Not at all. She sighs.

“He’s okay for right now.” She says. A half truth. Tim nods, but doesn’t say anything else. They stand in an awkward silence for a couple minutes, before Marinette nods. “Right, well, I’m just gonna-” She starts to walk away, but Tim catches her wrist, immediately dropping it when she gives him a look.

“Sorry, I just- do you hate me?” He asks. Marinette blinks.

“What?” She asks. He sighs.

“Because of the whole attack thing at the coffee shop. I- I would understand if you hated me for that.” He says. Marinette blinks again. What was he- did he think she blamed him?

“I’m sorry, do you think I blame you?” She asks. He nods. Marinette sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and suppress the headache she can feel forming. “Tim, I don’t blame you. I was never mad at you.” She says. This time, it’s Tim’s turn to look confused.

“Wait, really?” He asks. Marinette nods.

“Yes, really.” She says, glancing down at her watch. “Look, I’ve already been away from my desk for way too long. Could we talk about this after work?” She asks. Tim brightens.

“Yeah, yes, I’d love to.” He says. She smiles.

“Great. Meet you at the front doors at 5?” She asks. He nods, waving slightly at her as she turns to walk away. Marinette freezes when she sees Mr. Wayne standing there, a triumphant smile on his face.

“Sorry, Miss Dupain-Cheng, I was just looking for my son.” He says. Marinette nods, giving him a confused smile.

“Of course. I’m gonna go get back to work.” She says, walking away swiftly. The Waynes were odd.

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