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wrennajites · 5 years

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Letters

Dick hasn't come by Wayne manor since he left as Nightwing. Damian decides to write him letters...

http://comicsalliance.com/robin-damian-wayne-letters-dick-grayson-nightwing/Based on this

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"So you're leaving, for good?" Damian questioned night wing. "Yep. Now that you can go on patrol with your dad I'm going to go back to patrolling solo." Damian watched as the older began packing clothes into a large suitcase. "But do you need to leave the manor for that? You could still operate from the bat cave right?" "Why you gonna miss me?" Dick smirked at Damian playfully. Yes. He was going to miss his mentor. Damian was happy about being able to patrol with his father but he hadn't known that meant that Dick was leaving. "Whatever. Take Drake with you please." Damian walked out of the room. He could feel his eyes water but there was no way in hell that he was going to cry in front of Dick. ------------------ "Maybe you should write him a letter." Damian looked up at Alfred. Dick had been gone for almost a week now and Damian was already painfully feeling the absence of his former mentor. The manor was quiet and Damian had no one to spar with. Everyone else had visited at least once this week. Drake, Batgirl, even Jason showed up to pass on some information to Bruce. But Dick hadn't shown up once. Damian knew the older was probably busy but he thought it was odd that Dick had yet to show up after leaving so soon. Alfred placed some paper and some crayons in front of him and Damian pushed aside his breakfast. A letter couldn't hurt. Blue was Dick's favorite color, right? Damian began writing. He couldn't bring himself to say that HE was worried about Dick so he explained how worried Alfred was. The butler raised an eyebrow at that but said nothing. He even offered to share his room with the older if it meant him visiting. He signed his name and put the letter in an envelope for Alfred to mail later. ---------- Another week had gone by with no answer from Dick. And no visit. Damian told himself that he must be busy patrolling and just hasn't had time to answer him. "Are you sure the letter was sent?" Damian asked Alfred again. The butler handed him his lunch. "100% master Damian. Master Dick is probably busy." Damian pouted at the answer. Dick was to busy for him. "Would you like to write another letter?" Damian chose green this time. The letter was a bit more demanding. He requested that Dick return home or contact Alfred or him soon. Damian dropped the letter off himself just to make sure Dick received it. ----------- "Robin your lagging behind." Batman jumped down in front of him, his glare, demanding an explanation. "Have you heard from Night Wing?" Damian asked quietly. Damian had the thought earlier that Dick could be undercover or even under radio silence. The younger caught the small smile on the Dark Knight's face. "He's busy with patrol. I'm sure he'll visit soon." Damian was starting to worry. Not even his father had heard anything from Dick. Surely he should be worried as well. Dick was a son to Bruce, surely the lack of communication should at least make his father somewhat curious. "Has some faith in Nightwing, he'll be back." Damian nodded. Dick was probably fine, just busy. Right? ------- "Another letter master Damian?" Alfred cleared Damian's dinner plate. "Two actually. Drake keeps showing up it's quite annoying." Damian chose red for Drake's letter and purple for Dick's. Drake's letter was simple. Damian requested he never come visit and he drew the past Robin dead. Perfect. Damian decided that Dick's letter should be simple too. Obviously, Dick was not getting the message. He needed to come back. It had been almost a month and Damian had zero responses from his mentor. Then deciding that maybe his rudeness towards Drake was the reason Damian added that he would allow Drake to visit if necessary. -------- Two months now. No responses. Well, Drake had responded. He replied personally by visiting the manor. Again. Damian was worried, he had even gonna as far as to tell Batman that he wanted to see Dick again. His old mentor couldn't even be tracked through the Batcave. Damian had spent hours trying to find him through the tracking system. Everyone Damian had asked gave him the same response. Dick was busy with fitting into his new life and he would come by soon. Drake had even begun to call him paranoid and over-attached. "Alfred I need paper." Red. To express how mad Damian was at Dick for not replying. For not visiting. For not being there. He wrote I miss you in the middle of the page. Then scribbled it out. 'Please come home.' Love Damian ------------- Four months. Nothing. Patrol had been going great. The newest capture of the Riddler had improved Damian's mood slightly but it didn't overshadow Damian's worry about his past mentor. Even his father had expressed some concern. Dick had never been silent for this long. Damian now had his own desk where paper and crayons were already set up for him. The trash can was overflowed with letters that Damian deemed imperfect. Damian must have done something to upset Dick. He would have at least replied to his letters. This meant that Damian had to apologize. But as much as he hated it, he was desperate. So he apologized to his mentor and then drew a picture of himself with a cat. Dick likes cats right? Damian asked what Dick's favorite color was and explained that he could change the color if Dick didn't like it and before he knew it, Damian was crying. He had been worrying for months now and nobody else in the family seemed to share his concern. The tears were staining his letter but Damian was too tired to rewrite it. He just wanted Dick back. Damian ran down to the mailbox on the side of the street and dropped the letter in. ------------ "Damian stay here with Tim. This mission is too dangerous for either of you." Damian wanted to argue. He just got dressed so he could go on patrol. Plus he wanted to see if he could drop by Fatgirl's house to ask about Dick. And he had to stay with Drake. Of all people. "But-" "No. Nightwings in trouble I have to go help." Damian suddenly felt stiff. Dick was in trouble. Is that why he hasn't answered any of his letters? That would mean he's been in trouble for a little over four months. What kind of trouble was his mentor in? If Batman was using his hero identity than a villain must be involved, although most of them were currently in Arkem. And his father wasn't even taking Drake with him, that meant the situation was serious. "Are you sure you don't want to take us?" Tim was also dressed as red robin and was standing by the Batmobile. "If Nightwings in trouble that means it's too much for both of you. Stay. Here." Tim frowned but walked to stand next to Damian. "Listen to the coms I'll call if I need backup." Lies. Batman doesn't need backup. Ever. Damian felt a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be fine Damian." "I know that." Damian turned away. Dick had to be okay. There was no other option. Damian had several escape routes planned to sneak out of the manor without being noticed. Unfortunately, Drake was a very attentive babysitter. Which meant that any attempts to sneak out and help Batman were futile. Damian could tell that Drake was just as worried about Dick as he was. He continually forgot that Drake had been partially trained under Dick as well. For once the two had something in common besides being Robin. Damian knew he was a little selfish of Batman and Nightwing. But it was only because he felt he needed to be like that. There were three robins ahead of him. Each of them had something special. Dick was the perfect partner, Jason was a soldier, Tim was brilliant, and Damian was Damian. His intellect and skill weren't anything above his predecessors. Damian honestly believed the only thing that set him apart from the other robins was that he was Batman's true son. But did he even have that? Batman treated every Robin like a son. The only real difference was the Biological relation. Dick had shown Damian that he was more than just another Robin. Dick was his big brother and if he got hurt or he- No. Dick was not going to die. Dick doesn't die. Alfred called Tim and him up for dinner. Damian didn't want to eat until he got word that Dick was safe but Tim wouldn't allow that. Damian was lost in thought when the kitchen communicator went off. "Alfred prepare med bay." The communicator turned off and the butler turned towards the medical ward of the manor. Tim gave Damian a worried glance and the two boys made a silent agreement before running down to the Batcave. The Batmobile pulled up and batman jumped out before the cars turntable had stopped. "Tim help me." Drake ran over to batman and the two got Nightwing out together. Damian's eyes widened at the amount of blood. He could see several stab wounds and part of his mentor's mask was ripped, revealing the blue eyes his mentor was famous for. His costume was torn in several locations and he looked barely conscious. "Is he-" "He's alive for now. But we need to get him to Alfred." Damian had never doubted the butler's medical skills but he had never seen Alfred work on injuries as bad as this. Damian followed close behind the others and tried not to pay attention to the blood trail left by Nightwing. Once in the med bay Tim and Damian Walked to the outside of the room and stood outside the glass that separated the rooms. Bruce and Alfred had to cut off the top half of Dick's costume. Damian felt sick looking at how damaged the other was. Most of the injuries had been hidden by Dick's costume but now that it was partially removed Damian could see several deep cuts and stab wounds. And based on the bruising around Dick's chest and stomach Damian could assume that his mentor was internally bleeding as well. "He's gonna be fine," Tim spoke. However, it sounded like the older was trying to convince himself more than Damian. Alfred had begun working on Dick. Bruce had told the boys that they should sleep. However, both of them remained planted at the med bay window. Neither moving until they knew for sure that Dick would be okay. Tim and Damian sat down in the few chairs available for observers. Damian was having trouble keeping himself awake. Even on patrol nights Damian usually got some sleep but waiting for Alfred to be done was turning into an all-nighter. "Hey, Babybird, why don't you go to sleep for a while." Drake's voice was soft and held none of the annoyance it usually did when addressing Damian. Damian shook his head. He had to be awake when Dick woke up. "I'll wake you up if something changes. I promise." Damian would have rather stayed awake but the thought of sleep was too tempting. Damian was already out when his head hit Tim's shoulder. ---------------- It seemed like forever before Tim moved out from under Damian's head. Damian grumbled at the loss of his makeshift pillow but when he remembered where he was Damian woke up immediately. Tim was already pressed up against the med bay glass and Damian joined him. Dick was up! Damian's former mentor was heavily bandaged and looked stiff but his eyes were open and he was talking with Bruce. Tim and Damian ran into the med bay. While Tim stopped right beside Dick's bed Damian hugged his former mentor tightly. "Ah- Damian!" Damian forgot about the injuries Dick had. He just needed to know Dick was really alive. And that he was okay. "It's about time you finally visit," Damian grumbled. Dick pulled away from the hug and gripped Damian's shoulders. "Sorry. I got your first letter but then Joker caught up with me before I could finish my reply." Damian shuddered. He recalled the case where Jason had been kidnapped by the same villain. Jason had died before Batman was able to reach him. Thankfully the former Robin came back years later somehow. Even Drake had been on the receiving end of Joker's madness. "But you're okay right?" Tim questioned. "I still have a couple of bruises but I'll be back on patrol in a few days." Damian frowned. Dick should rest, injuries like that don't just heal overnight. "More like a few weeks. Those stitches better not reopen for at least a week. In fact, I'd rather have you at the manor for a while." Bruce was already dressed in a suit and was fixing the cuffs of his sleeves when he spoke. "You're grounding me?" Dick smiled. Bruce frowned and left the room. Damian figured that his father was off to his real job and wouldn't be home till later. --------- Dick had listened to Bruce and stayed in the manor for two weeks while his injuries healed. Although this meant that Damian couldn't spar as he wanted, Dick still spent a lot of time with Damian and Tim. Including baking cookies. Which resulted in the three boys covered in flour and no cookies actually made. Damian found himself wishing that Dick could have stayed injured so he could stay. He knew it was a selfish thought. Dick should be able to patrol as Nightwing without Damian. Damian was terrified of Dick abandoning him again for months. Dick promised again and again that he would visit often and even team up with Damian on occasions. But Damian still protested Dick leaving after three weeks. "I promise I'll come by this week." Dick was having trouble leaving the manor. Tim and Damian kept asking him to stay. Dick would have loved to stay but he needed to talk to Barbra and he should at least get some word to Wally before the speedster tears his place apart looking for him. Dick put his helmet on and mounted the r-cycle. "I promise I'll visit!" Dick drove off before the two younger boys could protest again. ----- Dick got back to his place late. After spending lunch with Babs and reassuring Wally over the phone that he was fine Dick decided to head home and leave patrol to Batman for the night. His place was no Wayne manor but Dick liked his small apartment. He grimaced at his overfilled mailbox. Bills and magazines spilled onto the floor along with a handful of letters from... Damian? Dick picked up the pile of crayon-colored envelopes and sat down at his desk. He opened the first one. "Dear Grayson, are you receiving my letters? You have not returned home as requested. Please contact Alfred or myself post haste. Yours, Damian." Posthaste? Dick smiled to himself and opened the next letter. "Dear Grayson, are you coming home soon? Yours, Damian w. P.S. I will allow Drake back if necessary" Dick's eyes widened. He was going to get along with Tim just to get him to come back? "Dear Grayson, Please come home. Love Damian" Dick didn't miss the scribbled out 'I miss you' and his heart pained at how much Damian must have worried about him. Dick opened the next letter to find two pages all written in blue. "Dear Grayson, I would like to apologize if it was something I have done to keep you from returning home. I promise I will no longer do that thing, so please come back soon. I am using my best blue crayon as I know this color to be your favorite. Please tell me if your favorite is no longer blue and I will use another color. Alfred said I should draw you something so I have. It is myself and a cat. Yours Truly, Damian. P.S. These are raindrops" Dick stared at The crayon drawing of his former apprentice and then ran his thumb over the "raindrops". Dick felt terrible. He of all people made Damian cry. Dick grabbed some paper and a pen. He had to reply. He would have preferred to drive over to Wayne manor and hug Damian but he knew Bruce was out on patrol with the younger. Dear Baby Bird, I'm sorry to have upset you by leaving. I wanted to stay as partners but Robin belongs to Batman, not Nightwing. I know you will do well with your father. He's just like me except... tougher. Blue is still my favorite color, don't worry. And you do not have to apologize for anything. As you know I was in trouble and therefore could not answer your many adorable letters but I promise I will not abandon you again like that. I love you. Dick Grayson P.S I really like the picture

#batfamily #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne

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wrennajites · 5 years

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The Times He Tried to Say I Love You

Who doesn't love awkward teenage love?

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“Any day now Crypto!” Oliver shouted over the sound of the walls screeching towards them. Cat and him were back to back and he was defiantly getting worried about how they were gonna get out of this.

“There are no codes for these doors! It’s a one way ticket to pancakeville.” Alec groaned over the comlink and even Oliver could here him furiously typing. So that was it, there was no hope. The doors continued sliding and he was pressed up against BlueBolt’s body.

Oliver swallowed. “Hey Cat.”

Cat grit her teeth as she pushed against the doors. “No names in the field J.” Oli could feel her shoulder blades protruding against his and it took quite a bit of his own strength to keep from her shoving his face in the door.

“I need to tell you something.” Cat’s hands gave up as the doors closed in on them. The raven haired girl was silent.

“I l-“

“Got it! Override code Alpha3425.” Cryptic spoke over the comm and the doors began to slide back into position and the two heroes were released.

“What were you going to say back there?” Cat and Oli had gotten out of the area as soon as physically possible and were now running down the white corridor to make up for lost time. Their hard boots hitting the floor and echoing along the metal walls as Oliver thought about what to say.

“Nothing.”

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Oliver was staring at the emerald green eyes in front of him, trying to avoid their intense gaze.

“Well Oli, what’s your truth?” Catharine quoted Wonderwomen as she stared at him. Jamie sat next to him and then Alec and the rest of the team. A night of training had ended in what was supposed to be a short game of truth or dare. Who knew that Robin had a crush on Batgirl or that Wally would probably do anything to complete a dare, including prank calling Superman himself. So far the game had been fun and filled with laughs, until Oliver had made the stupid decision to choose truth.

“I’m not sure what I could tell you, that you guys don’t already know.” That wasn’t a lie. Oliver wasn’t convinced that a secret identity was so necessary. The team were his friends and they deserved to know about him. “No crushes? Oli I find that hard to believe.” Jamie spoke up with a knowing grin on her face.

“I uh, I do have one…” Oliver turned his head to the side to hide his blush and avoid the questioning gazes of his friends.

“Hang on I need food for this.” Wally sped off towards the kitchen and returned to couch area. The coffee table had been moved aside to make room for the team on the floor. With M’gann laying on Conner’s shoulder and Zantanna and Robin poking each other, Oliver felt, lonely.

His gaze immediantly went to Cat. His heart ached to have her lean on his shoulder or have her head on his lap. That was his truth. He had the biggest crush on Catharine Grimm.

“Okay I got one.” This was a now or never moment. A moment of forever rejection or a new chapter of his life. “I ha-“ Cat turned and she smiled at him and all his courage vanished.

What if he ruined their friendship? Or she would reject him and never be able to even look at him again.

“I had a crush on Wonderwomen when I was eight.” His hands covered his face in shame but not of shame for speaking the truth but out of shame for being scared.

The rest of the team was a fit of giggles and even Conner smiled but Oliver was disappointed in himself. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I’m not going to do it Jamie.” Oliver adjusted his tie and glared at the brunette in front of him. Her pale blue dress spun as she turned towards him and her hair was flung into his face.

“Just one dance, if you ask her, I’ll take your patrol free for three nights, whenever you want.” Jamie always drove a hard bargain, and with mid-terms coming up, he could defiantly use the extra time.

“Fine.”

Oliver walked over to Cat and took a second to take in the short green dress she had on for the Spring formal. Her hair was actually done and she had the slightest amount of make up on, and overall she was stunning.

Oliver cleared his throat. “Hey Kitkat.” The girl turned and smiled at him. Oliver reached out his hand to her. “Dance with me?” He gave her his best smirk and she thankfully grabbed his hand and he led her out to the dance floor. “I didn’t know you were a dancer.” Oli spun her around.

“You become a vigilante at night, learn some acrobatics through Nightwing and you pick up a few things.” Oliver wrapped his arm around her waist and was surprised by how natural this felt.

“Hey, there’s been something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”

Cat’s smile fell and for a moment Oliver felt bad. He should have this last bit of happiness before she rejects him right?

“You know what? It can wait. Let’s have fun.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Oh shit.” Oliver lifted his foot out if the water that was slowly filling the room they were in.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid. I really should have led us through the briggs entrance.” Cat’s hands scoured the metal door that had locked them in the hall. The underwater housing they had broken into was flooding. Something had jammed the side door and it was never able to fully close. And of course as a plan B the housing immediately shut off that hallway with a three foot thick iron door. The portion sectioned off however was steadily filling with water.

“Alec?” Cat called for her brother.

“There is defiantly something blocking the doors. If you make sure to get it I can Shut the doors manually.” The water was at Oliver’s chest now, and he suddenly wished for the days when he didn’t know what wet spandex felt like. Cat seemed a lot more alarmed them him however.

“Blue?”

Cat was hyperventilating. “I-I can’t swim.”

Oliver turned fully towards her. “What?!”

“I can’t swim!” Cat looked hysterical and the water was at her neck now. Oliver swam over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Looks like I’ll just have to swim enough for both of us.” Oliver began to kick as the water went above his head. “How are we on that door Cryptic?”

“I can defiantly shut it manually but one of you is going to have to get whatever that object is unstuck, and there is a major downside.” Oliver frowned “What kind of downside?”

“Once you go through the hatch that leads to door it will automatically shut behind you and it won’t open again.” Oliver let that sink in.

“I would call that more than a downside Alec, but I’ll do it.” Cat froze.

“No you won’t. Alec there has to be another way. A code or something you could hack. Or-“

“Cat look at me.” The girl stared at him and she looked the most scared he had ever seen her since the night he met her in that alleyway. “Swimming is easy just gotta kick your feet and keep your head up okay?”

“No I don’t need to, because your going to be here, you’re going to help me and-“ Oliver put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her. He didn’t have time to let her kiss him back.

“Cat I love you, and I always have. You’re the most beautiful person that I have had the honor of meeting but right now I need you to be brave okay? I need you to keep you’re head up and say bye to Jamie for me?”

“Oliver!” Oli kissed her forehead one last time and took a deep breath. He went under and felt Cat looking for him with her hands, he dodged her reaches and gave one last look at her before he swam through the door and watched as it shut behind him.

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wrennajites · 5 years

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Nighttime Talks

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A small story created as an introduction to the main characters for one of my ongoing stories

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Ella looked out from her balcony. The orange lantern hanging along the walkways of the palace yard, reflected on the puddles formed from the afternoon rain. Her hair had finally been taken out of its braids and while she still wore the gown from the dinner earlier that evening, her crown lay next to her bed. Her hair would move in front of her face tickling her freckled covered cheeks, whenever a small breeze would go by.

“See something out there princess?”

Ella followed the sound of the voice directly below her and saw the familiar face of Nathan on the walkway under the balcony. He was only half in his uniform, his coat nowhere to be seen, leaving him only in a white shirt, black pants and his boots. She did notice the pair of twin swords that he had been reculant to remove when he accompanied his king to dinner, and she wondered briefly where his attachment to the weapons came from.

“Simply enjoying the night breeze, its always wonderfully crisp after a day of rain,” she shouted back.

Nathan looked at his feet for a minute before looking back up at her, “Would you like some company princess?”

Was that a tint of pink on his cheeks? Ella supposed it could have also been the light playing tricks on her, the Obsidian King’s guards would not fluster so easily.

Ella looked around for a brief second before looking back at Natan, “I would actually, but you must be quiet about it, Ill go unlock my door.”

Before she could leave however, Nathan called, “That’s not necessary princess.” He then proceeded to remove two knives from his thigh and stuck them into the tower wall before expertly scaling the wall. As he neared the balcony he jumped to the railing and swung himself over the side before landing on his feet in front of her.

“I believe you did that only to show off,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Is it a crime now to try and impress a beautiful woman?” Nathan replied, a small smirk on his lips. This time Ella’s face went a deep shade of red as he complimented her, causing a hearty laugh from the guard.

“I am not really supposed to have men in my quarters,” she explained, “even handsome ones.”

“I promise I aim to do you no harm princess,” Nathan replied. He leaned up against the rail and she wondered if he was cold. His exposed arms seemed indifferent to the chilled breeze but even Ella’s covered arms felt the air.

“Well I suppose I do not exactly have parents to enforce this rule,” Ella could feel the joke go flat, “why don’t you come inside?” She opened up the glass door and shut it after Nathan entered. He seemed slightly awkward as he stood, like he wasn’t quite sure where he was supposed to stand.

Ella walked over to her bed and patted the area in front of where she chose to sit. Nathan chose a seat at the edge of the bed instead, but at least he had relaxed slightly.

“May I ask what you were up to, strolling around the palace grounds?” Ella asked, breaking the silence.

“Simply looking for a good conversation princess,” Nathan replied curtly. He hands laid perfectly on his legs, as if he had built a bubble around himself and refused to leave it, making him seem anxious.

“You need not call me by any official title here, I’m not even wearing a crown,” she smiled at him, hoping to show him that he had no need to be so high strung all the time.

She was left with no reply so in an effort to break the ice even further Ella prodded further.

“Do you, have any family?”

“My mother passed when I was young, and my father was killed the same night the late Sir Arthur was assassinated,” Nathan explained matter-of-factly.

Ella gave a soft ‘oh’ as she tried to shrink down into her arms, hoping she hadn’t ruined his evening. Or ruined his perception of her.

“But I suppose that is something we had in common, I am sorry for the loss of your parents Miss Ella,” Nathan said, “that night was a terrible one for many.”

He was referring to the night that someone had managed to assassinate not only the seemingly untouchable Obsidian King Arthur, but had also killed Ella’s parents while they were on a diplomatic trip in the same kingdom.

“And I yours,” Ella said back, intending to be polite and courteous but the confused look Nathan gave back made her rethink her statement.

“I meant, your loss. I’m sorry about your parents,” Ella hastily sputtered out. Her total embarrassment was met with a small smile from Nathan.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met an awkward princess, it’s actually quite refreshing,” he said.

“You think I’m awkward?” Ella questioned. Oh gods had she appeared awkward the entire night?

Nathan’s expression had turned to one of panic, “No, no. Not like, awkward. Just- different.”

“I don’t see how that’s much better,” she pouted.

“It’s your personality Ella. The way you laugh and speak without thinking. It’s, oddly endearing,” Nathan explained, “I think you’ll make an amazing queen because you are something new.”

Ella had never been very good at receiving compliments.

“Ah, thank you.”

#original story #original character #love story #romantic interest #original work #balcony #sweet talks #akward young adults #royalty

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Happy New Years!

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Here’s to another bloody year,” Jason raised his wine glass to the dark sky. It was cold on the rooftop of the manor, Jason’s tux jacket was not nearly warm enough to block out the cold but he had already climbed up two stories so he convinced himself that he didn’t need a blanket...

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“Here’s to another bloody year,” Jason raised his wine glass to the dark sky. It was cold on the rooftop of the manor, Jason’s tux jacket was not nearly warm enough to block out the cold but he had already climbed up two stories so he convinced himself that he didn’t need a blanket. “You’re not British Jason please shut up,” Tim was holding a glass as well and Jason glanced at his three other brothers and his sisters who were sitting next to him. “How is it that there’s the biggest party in Gotham going on downstairs and were sitting on the roof of the manor with each other?” Dick downed his glass and set it down on the roof. “Parties big, loud. Bats and birds, quiet,” Cass explained. Schhhhhhhh. Jason glanced at Dick’s glass, which was sliding off the roof as they spoke. “You gonna get that?” Damian asked. “Let’s see how far it goes,” Dick mumbled. Jason sighed. Dick got drunk on two occasions, his birthday and New Year's Eve. Jason hadn’t been counting but based on the relaxed set of his shoulders and the Christmas song he was mumbling Jason was going to go with 3 or 4 glasses of Wayne’s expensive wine. All 6 of the bat kids watched as Dick’s glass slid off the roof and listened for the crash when it hit the ground. “Hm, shit. I hope Alfred doesn’t make me clean that.” “I hope you don’t make Alfred clean it.” “You’re right Tim. Jason, go clean up my glass,” Dick stood up and immediately needed to regain his balance on the roof. Damian was up in a half a second to make sure his older brother wouldn’t end up the same way his glass had. “Hey!” Everyone turned as Steph shouted and pointed up at the sky, shooting stars. Two or three actually. Jason assumed that this event probably had some scientific name, but didn’t really care much. “I wish that Bruce would let me add light up sketchers to my Nightwing uniform,” Dick raised his arms to the sky. “Well since you said it aloud it's not going to happen,” Only Jason heard the ‘Thank god’ under Tim’s breath. “Hey Jaybird, this isn’t even the first shooting star we’ve seen on this roof,” Dick tried to grab Tim’s glass but the younger kept it far away from his reach. But Dick was right, about 5 or so years ago it had just been Dick him, Tim and Steph. The numbers kept getting larger by the year. But Dick was talking about 15 years ago when it was just them two. Dick was rarely at the manor and when he was it was chaos between Bruce and him. Once and awhile Dick would actually make time for him, and that usually was only New Years, when Dick had first found Jason hiding in his usual hiding spot. That was the start of the tradition he supposed. The duo would greet their guests and as soon as they had an opening, off to the roof to getaway. The first time it happened, there had been shooting stars, and now, the same event but with a bigger family. He had talked to Dick about doing an initiation when Cass joined. She hated parties. Too many people and back then her English was even worse. Sooner than Jason’s usual time he had offered her an escape and she agreed hastily. She hadn’t complained about scaling the Manor walls in heels (which Jason found incredibly impressive) and he had rather enjoyed the silence that came with Cass, which lasted until drunk Dick nearly fell off the third story trying to scale the wall. Stephanie and Tim had actually been “initiated” together. Tim had just taken up the mantle of Robin, and although Jason despised him, Stephanie was really cool, and she could speak fluent English. Dick said if they were going to bring Stephanie, they had to bring Tim. Jason remembered snickering as Stephanie scaled the wall (in heels no less) with much more ease than Tim. He remembered for once not hating the new kid and remembered giving the 13-year-old his first taste of alcohol. Tim absolutely hated how it tasted but through some influencing on Steph’s part, he took a few more small sips. He remembered how Cass and Stephanie finally got their girl bonding time as Cass had been undercover for months and the girls had not officially met. He remembered the years that some of the family wasn’t there too. He remembered his shaking hands as he climbed up the wall without Cass. She had been gone for weeks but Bruce needed to keep up appearances and threw a party anyways. He remembered Dick not being their one-year and although he wasn’t scared for him he hated being the big brother suddenly. He recalled Tim going out on patrol alone for the first time and how Jason had constantly checked his phone for messages even though he knew he wouldn’t get any. Soon enough everything went back to their usual group and for a year or two, Jason actually looked forward to New Year's Eve. He didn’t have to make up some lame excuse to see everyone (as Alfred used harsh threats to make sure everyone attended) and he wouldn’t be wondering about their safety like he would if they were on the job. Then the brat came along. Oh god, that was a rough night. Jason laughed to himself as he thought about Damian’s suspecting expressions as Tim and he explained the roof meetings. The kid had tried to go straight to Bruce, probably to ask if this was true, but as far as they knew Bruce didn’t suspect them, and they had liked it that way. Before Damian could reach Bruce, Cass and Dick came around him and grabbed him, Cass’s hand covering his mouth. They pulled him into the corner where Tim and Jason had been standing. “What are you idiots doing? You’re not siding with them are you Grayson? I simply wanted to make sure that Drake and Todd weren’t going to kidnap me,” Cass was suppressing giggles. “No D, not at all, look every year we go up on the roof during the party. They weren’t lying to you, they were trying to be nice,” Dick explained. The slightly confused expression left a little hole in Jason’s heart. Damian wasn’t used to people being nice to him. Nice is always a lie, always a cover. He truly believed that he was going to be tested or betrayed. “Why do you go on the roof?” “Uh, you know Babybird, I’m not so sure why,” Jason answered as he opened up the window and swung his legs over the side. He always went first, then Tim and Steph then Cass, the newbie, and then Dick. Jason scanned the area; you never know what could happen. And wasn’t surprised when he didn’t hear or see anything. It had been about an hour when Jason heard the first gunshot. The second sound he heard was Tim gasp and then a groan from the pain. “Shit,” Dick and Jason scrambled over to Tim and carried him to another side of the roof while the others followed with their heads down. “How ya feeling Timmy,” Jason exhaled already seeing blood soak through the shirt near his stomach. “Ah, fuck you, Jason,” Tim clenched his teeth as Dick removed his own jacket and pressed down on the open wound. “Cass I need you to get Bruce or Alfred,” Jason ordered. They had to be quick about this, Tim needed medical help and there were tons of guests downstairs who needed to be evacuated. He watched as the girl swung down from the roof and jumped through a window. “Damian, Steph you two need to get out of here.” “We can’t just leave you guys!” Stephanie argued but was cut short by the sound of more gunshots and shouts from downstairs. “We are under fire Brown I believe our services would be more helpful in the main hall,” Damian said before he followed Cass through the window. Stephanie took one last look at Tim before jumping as well. “How’s he looking Dick,” Jason was scanning for any more weapons pointed in his direction. “Definitely a lot of blood loss, not to mention damage of internal organs but if we get him to Alfred soon enough I’ll think he will be fine,” Tim was breathing rather heavily and coughed as Dick spoke. “How do we get him downstairs though? He can’t climb-“ “I-I can climb to the first window and you guys can help me the rest of the way,” Tim sat up. Jason frowned, Tim could easily lose his footing and fall or even manage to worsen the current wound, but at the moment he saw no other way to get Tim downstairs. Dick went first and was halfway out the window so that he could hopefully catch Tim; Jason was there to watch him from above. He was only able to breathe once he saw Tim’s head safely through the window before he jumped through himself. The party had become chaos as six men stood in a circle firing at anything that moved. Finally, people stopped moving when one of the men shouted. “Where is Bruce Wayne?” the man shouted again and stepped forward. Distracted by the men in the center neither Dick nor Jason saw the man behind them and he was caught by surprise as he hit Dick upside the head and grabbed Jason. Another one of the intruders came up and grabbed Tim and managed to drag Dick behind him as they made their way to the center of the room. Jason fought against the man holding him and really should have one, this guy was puny, however, his biceps were not and they held Jason in place. “I suppose if the millionaire himself won't show, his children will do just fine. How many orphans equals one Bruce Wayne?” The man laughed to himself and Jason saw Cass dart across the hallway out of the corner of his eye. Well at least one of them had made it out. With no sign of Stephanie or Damian Jason had to assume the worst, which meant he would need to find his own way out and hopefully get Tim and Dick out as well. “We’ll give you three seconds to show yourself, Wayne,” the man pointed the gun at Tim’s head, “One.” Before the man could fire one of the pieces of cake Bruce had been serving flew across the room and smacked the man in the face. Jason heard laughter belonging to Stephanie, okay, food fight it is. Jason used the distraction to run over to one of the tables and grabbed several different dips and spoon. He began flinging the dip at anyone who came near; being Red Hood he had perfect aim. But Dick and Tim were still down. Jason ran up to one of the staircases and jumped onto the side of it and began climbing upwards. Once out of reach he aimed for Dick instead of the men. He hit Dick square in the face, “First try,” and watched as Dick stirred awake. His brother’s tongue darted out to lick what had landed on his face. “Hummus?” “Who cares! Grab some food and throw!” Stephanie launched herself out from her hiding place to assist Jason with more pieces of cake. “You know we can’t beat armed men with cake and hummus right?” Stephanie said as she struck a man in the face. Jason did, in fact, know this and was currently trying to figure out a plan. One of the men had recovered quicker than the others and charged Jason. He dropped his only weapon and hit the man hard in the face and he crumpled to the floor. “You also realize we’re not supposed to reveal ourselves right?” “I figured punches can’t be that revealing, I mean we’re both from the bad parts of Gotham, shouldn’t we know how to fight at least?” Jason allowed another man to charge him before knocking him out as well. He glanced and saw that Stephanie as well had knocked her opponent unconscious. One of the men caught Jason off guard for a moment and he ended up grappling with him. He kicked the man in the stomach but not before another had charged him from behind. Suddenly Damian jumped down from the floor above them and landed on the man. “You’re welcome Todd,” Damian checked to make sure the man was unconscious. “Sorry to take so long, I had to locate Pennyworth,” Tim. Jason had momentarily forgotten about his younger brother and saw Alfred across the room trying to make his way through the people. “Any sign of Bruce?” Damian shook his head. Jason sighed and ran up to Tim, he picked him up and met Alfred halfway. With no explanation, he dropped Tim at Alfred’s feet and ran back to rejoin the fight. Only the fight was over. The apparent eight men who had attacked them were all unconscious. Cass and Steph were busy picking up all the weapons while Damian and Dick tied off the intruders. Clapping began among the crowd of invitees and Dick was vain enough to turn around and bow… “Jason!” Jason blinked as the memory faded. He was back on the roof with everyone okay and Dick trying to convince Damian to waltz with him. Tim was waving a hand in front of him and Jason swatted it away. “Thirty seconds till midnight,” Stephanie stated. Dick gave up on getting Damian to dance with him and instead formed a circle with everyone. Jason had Stephanie and Tim standing next to him and Steph began to count down on her watch. “10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2…1. Happy New year.” “You lack so much enthusiasm Steph!” Dick punched her lightly. “You're supposed to say it like this,” Dick ran to the edge of the manor roof facing the street and cupped his hands around his mouth, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Seconds after that fireworks went off near Gotham’s downtown area, really only visible if you were on top of the building, Dick turned around clearing proud of drunk self. Happy New Year. Jason thought with a sigh, and may our hangovers be less painful in 2016.

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Wishes

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Jason has been at Wayne Manor for almost 8 months now. He has gotten used to the training exercises and the nightly expeditions of the dynamic duo. Who unfortunately only include Bruce and Dick. What Jason has yet to get used to is his birthday being celebrated.

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8 months. That's how long Jason had been at Wayne Manor. That's how long he has known the secret identities of Gotham's dynamic duo. And that's how long it has taken Jason to get used to living as Bruce Wayne's second son. Jason had gone to several parties, attended Gotham academy, and had his training with Dick in the afternoons. He had a home and a family that wasn't constantly moving or worse. He had even gotten used to Dick's surprise hugs. The press had moved on, Jason Todd the street rat was no longer a lead story. In fact, they were currently covering a story about Batman's newest defeat of Bane. The only thing that worried Jason was that in 6 hours he would be 12. So he was up in the middle of the night wondering how his new family would react. His mother, when she wasn't high or drunk, would at the very least wish him a happy birthday. They didn't have a ton of money so gifts and cake were out of the question. His mother's series of boyfriends didn't care at all. He had never really had a celebration, and he couldn't help but wonder if his new family would even want to celebrate with him. Jason wasn't quite sure when Dick's birthday was, he was pretty sure it was sometime in November, but they hadn't celebrated anything so far. Maybe they don't celebrate anything. If that was the case would they even want to know it was Jason's birthday? Dick probably would. Anything for cake and another opportunity to hug Jason without being hit. Would Alfred make him a cake? Or would he be too busy? Bruce was sure to be working all day and night. In fact, the guy probably didn't even know it was Jason's birthday. He hadn't mentioned it, and there was no real reason for them to remember. They all had more important things to worry about. Like saving the city. Jason decided his best plan was to act as if he didn't remember. That way he wouldn't sound needy or anything. Everyone would go about their day and maybe Jason could light something on fire and make a wish. Even though Jason thought he had solved most of his problems he still couldn't fall asleep. He needed something specific to think about. Jason bit his lower lip as he tried to think of something he could focus on until he fell asleep...Oh, his birthday wish. Jason had never really made a wish but he had seen people on TV blow out candles and close their eyes as they thought about something they wanted. So what did Jason really want? Unlike most kids his age, Jason felt no need for expensive game consoles or gadgets. (Though he assumed if he asked Bruce would not hesitate to get him one) For the first 8 years of his life, Jason had asked for a real home and his dad. Then he began to think realistically and began wishing for a way out of the situation he was in. One where he could just up and leave and never see his mother's stupid boyfriends or the other street rats again. That wish partially came true. He had gotten out. But with Bruce's side job he was sure to see street rats again. Jason had everything a kid his age could want. Which meant Jason didn't want a physical item or gift. Jason wanted a family. One who would remember his birthday and make it feel special to him again. He wanted Alfred to make a cake and for Dick to hug him and for Bruce to tell him Happy Birthday like his father should have. But Jason knew that you can't just ask for those things, they happen on their own. Maybe in a few years, Jason would get his wish but for now, he would have to stick to dreaming about it. ------------------------------------------------ "Happy Birthday Jaybird!" Jason woke up with the breath nearly knocked out of him as Dick had jumped on top of him. His hair was a complete mess and the sudden awakening left Jason half asleep. "Uh what? Training already?" Jason yawned and put his head back on the pillow. Maybe Dick would give him 5 more minutes... "No way Jay!" Dick had bent over so his smiling face was in front of Jason's. "It's your birthday remember? No training today." Jason's eyes opened wide. That's right it was his birthday and Dick had actually remembered! Dick jumped off the bed and Jason followed after him. The younger was surprised as Dick led him to the kitchen. Dick bounced onto a chair and Alfred waved to him. "Pancakes Master Jason?" Jason nodded still slightly tired. He sat down next to Dick who was buzzing with energy. Jason couldn't help but wonder where all his energy came from. Now when Jason was fully awake he could be just as energetic as Dick, but right now there was a stack of pancakes in front of him with words 'Happy Birthday' written in chocolate sauce. So Alfred had remembered to... Breakfast had woken Jason up and now he and Dick were in charge of waking up Bruce who usually slept in when he wasn't needed at work. The two boys ran upstairs but Dick had beat Jason to the door. Jason heard an unhappy sigh from Dick and noticed Bruce was already awake. Which meant the two of them would not be jumping on Bruce's king-sized bed to wake him up. Bruce was busy putting a shirt on and as he walked out the door the man ruffled Jason's hair. "Happy Birthday Jason." The three made their way downstairs where Jason and Dick's breakfast plates had been cleared away and replaced with several boxes in the brightly wrapped paper. Jason could feel Dick grin as he stared at the presents. "Are those for me?" Dick looked at him weirdly. "Of course. Who else would they be for?" "I didn't think you guys would remember. Or want to celebrate. I mean you guys are always so busy, how did you have time for this?" "Jason, how could we not remember? You're my brother, of course, I would want to celebrate!" Dick spoke for Bruce and Alfred who were staring almost shocked at Jason's earlier statement. "So you actually want to celebrate my birthday?" "Why else would there be presents on the table. Speaking of which you get to open them right now. I wanna see if you got the next generation Batman game." The rest of the day was spent wiping the floor with Dick at the Batman game and then Alfred brought out the most delicious looking cake Jason had ever seen. On it were 12 brightly lit birthday candles. But when Jason blew them out he didn't have anything to wish for. Mainly because his one wish had already come true.

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Sick Day

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A small bit to distract myself from my own horrible head cold

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"How long does he have?"

"A few days if we are lucky."

"And if we're not?"

Jason shook his head and couldn't bring himself to meet Tim's eyes.

"Jesus Christ Jason stop telling people I'm dying!" Dick called from inside his bedroom. The dark-haired boy was sprawled on top of his bed. The blankets were in a tangled heap from Dick's changing temperatures. He would have taken his shirt off but every movement was so much work for him. It didn't help that Alfred was currently with Bruce at Wayne industries so Dick was left with all of his younger siblings who had no medical knowledge at all. Jason had tried to make breakfast for him but it ended in a small kitchen fire that Tim and Cass had to put out. None of them even knew how a simple thermometer worked. Dick couldn't trust them to grab some pain killers because the last thing was for them to mix up the drugs and give him something weird.

"Hey, you're the one who was groaning that earlier. Not my fault you look like shit." Jason and Tim walked into the room. Tim made sure to keep his distance while Jason had this absurd belief that he could not ever get sick.

"Where are the others?" Dick mumbled through his pillow.

"Steph has Cass and the Brat making cards or something for you." Jason picked up the extra blanket off the floor and tossed it so it was within Dick's reach. Tim put down some water and crackers that he had carried in.

"Thanks, Timmy. Anything from the team?"

"Yeah, your boyfriend called he's so concerned it's disgusting." Jason had picked up half of Dick's room. The younger usually kept his areas rather clean and despised the condition Dick's room was always in. Dick didn't have time to clean his room, he had more important things to worry about, like calling Wally back.

Dick heard the sound of several small footsteps running down the hall before his three youngest siblings ran into the room, their hands each holding a paper card.

"Bigbird! Look we made cards!" Steph smiled at him widely and she and Cass jumped onto the bed. The sudden movement made him groan, but he moved his head so he could see the paper cards. Steph's was purple and covered in sparkles which fell onto his bed every time she moved. Cass's was mostly black but had a yellow almost-bat symbol drawn in crayon on the front. Steph had "Get Well" written on the card while Cass's just had her name written on the inside.

"Damian made one too." Steph got down and grabbed her younger brother from the floor and put him back down on the bed.

"I can move by myself, Brown." The four-year-old pouted and crossed his arms.

"You gonna show me your card little D?" Dick loved his siblings but he wanted to finish this so he could go back to sleep.

Damian passed the piece of folded paper to Steph who held the card in front of him. Based on the colors of the stick people it was supposed to be Batman and Robin, but Robin was falling off the building while Batman swung with a grappling hook. Steph then opened the card to reveal Damian's message "Get well soon or you will die in combat."

"Oh, thanks, Damian?" Jason snorted from the corner of the bed.

"Okay come on Brats, let Dickie get some sleep." Jason picked up Damian while the girls 'awed' at having to leave their older brother. Tim shut the door behind him and Dick could finally shut his eyes and try and forget the raging headache. Unfortunately, Dick got about a minute of quiet when the door to his room opened again, this time a tall red-headed boy stood in the light of the doorway.

"You awake?" Dick only groaned loudly in response and tried to throw a pillow at Wally but only managed to get it off the bed.

"Wow, you really are sick. That's why Daddy bats wouldn't let you come and see the team today?" Dick nodded. Wally ran his fingers through Dick's hair and felt his forehead.

"Shit, you're hotter than usual Babe. Your siblings didn't give you anything?"

"I can't believe you're hitting on me right now. And no they didn't" Dick tried to reach for the blanket next to him as he began to feel cold again. "Cold, West."

"No way I'm getting close to you. Speed healing might keep me safe from the common cold but you look bad." Wally helped him with the blanket instead. Dick wrapped himself up and felt his eyes begin to close again. Wally moved the few locks of hair out of his face before leaving. Somehow he managed to sleep even with the shrieks of his siblings as Wally chased them around the manor.

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