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dcxdpdabbles · 3 months

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DCxDP fanfic idea: Timeline Prevention Squad

Clockwork is trying to catch up on paperwork because even the gods had to do tedious work. He is flipping through pages and pages of time concerning reports when he stumbles across a particular request stuck between three old Speed Force crimes reports.

A request from Mordecai Wayne asking the time accident for help to his original time. It was filed through a ritual of one of his lost temples.

Clockwork gapes at it, suddenly realizing he forgot to follow up and had left Mordecai Wayne - better known as Bruce Wayne - to fling around the timeline.

Clockwork, when he was young, had allowed humans to set up temples and given them direct runes to send their burned parchment to him for requests. Initially, he designed the request ritual to enable humans to help or prepare for future disasters.

Give them a little warning in the form of deviation.

Then, humans turned it into trying to control the future. Or to change what had happened by having altered the past. They started thinking he would move the times to fit their desired outcome.

Tried to offer people sacrifices when he ignored the requests. Clockwork can watch the timelines like an observer over a parade, but humans put on the parade at the end of the day.

It was their free will that gave him a show. And it was this free will that cost lives that shouldn't have ended because of other humans' greed.

He closed his temples, scrambled his runes, and let his temples rot.

Clockwork thought he got them all, but he obviously left behind some crumbs of his old worshipers.

Those crumbs were enough for Bruce Wayne to painfully piece together and redo his ritual to send him a request for aid in his time placement.

He hadn't even read it, having flung it into one of his filing cabinets to look over later and... didn't.

Clockwork snapped his fingers, pulling up Bruce's timeline. He winces when he sees it too late; it's past the point, but luckily, Tim Drake pulled him out and brought him home.

People don't know that Clockwork can't undo timelines- he just makes new ones that stream off his intervention.

The most recent time he stepped in was with Danny Fenton in a universe created due to Merlin asking Clockwork to save his lover Arthur, and thus, certain events did not come to pass- like the finding of Gotham.

He rescued Daniel's family by freezing them just as the explosion happened, allowing the young hero to think his dark future had never come to pass. That was not true.

There is still a world where Daniel's family died in the explosion, and it existed right allowed side the one that they didn't.

He could do the same and step in to prevent Bruce from ever getting hit with the Omega Beams, but that would create six different timelines, which would be a pain to file for. Daniel was only two, and he-

Wait. Daniel.

That's what he could do!

He couldn't make up the fact Bruce Wayne got lost in time and asked for aid. But he could send compensation in the form of one eager gooddoer who would help him in his ultimate goal.

Make Gotham safe.

And who better than a child with a strong sense of justice and the power of a minor God?

After all, Bruce's request wasn't to get back home. He thought he was going to die from the overlapping beams. Bruce thought there was no more hope for him.

Instead his request was

Please allow me to ensure my kids are okay and will be alright once I pass.

He picks up his sticky notes, scrambling a quick message to Danny. He pauses momentarily, wondering if he should admit his mistake, but that would.....ruin his reputation.

He chooses to lie by omission.

Dear Daniel,

Please come to my Keep. I have a mission that requires your assistance in an alternate timeline.

You must help keep Bruce Wayne and his kids safe. Whatever the costs are, as is his request for aid from a higher being.

Daniel couldn't resist a mission that sounded like he was a hero, and it didn't mention who the aid was requested.

To ensure Daniel will never learn he will....tell him that the Waynes could never see Phantom or......or he be trapped there forever!

Yes perfect.

A few seconds after sending the sticky note through a portal, Clockwork senses Daniel pick up the note.

And suddenly, he sees events flash before his eyes. Scenes of Daniel following Gotham's hero. Rescuing them from their worst rouges while Bats. Circling through the nights to stop the more minor pity crimes that they were too exhausted to handle.

Enrolling into Gotham Academy to ensure their civilian safety and status. Getting close to the younger Wayne and even obtaining an internship with Tim Drake to help him at WE.

Then, Daniel gets more substantial and robust due to all the deaths that drenched Gotham. It would be just like a Kryptonian on a planet of a Blue Sun.

It would make him more robust than a yellow sun, and Daniel would flush there!

Clockwork smiles as the visions end. He did a great thing making this suggestion. Phantom will be fantastic in Gotham!

Now, hopefully, that pesky free will won't ruin his plan-

A vision of Daniel being worshiped as a Phantom as different Gotham natives start to believe him, and an unlock god appears.

Clockwork winces, but he figures if no human ever sees Phantom unless he is there for righteous heroism, he can understand why they were confused.

Which isn't so bad-

A different version of Daniel possibly appears in the future. This one shows Daniel in a bright red suit at WE with Tim Drake hyperventilating not too far away. Apparently, he suspects Daniel of being Phantom, but his hormones are getting in the way of his logical thought.

This wasn't so bad as it wasn't a cult. It was just risking Daniel's secret identity. Then again, he could honeypot his way out-

A different future appears. One where Daniel accidentally convinces the Bat children that he's stalking their Father. They think Daniel fancies Bruce Wayne, despite the alarming age difference, and try to block him at every turn.

This is okay; there were different outcomes, but nothing bad.

And it's already been done. He can't change the past, not without making more timelines.

He sighs.

Hopefully, this will all work out. Somehow.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Timeline Prevention Squad #Clockwork send Danny on a fake mission #Danny takes it very seriously #a whole new dimension for him to play in?#yes please #There could be so many outcomes that Clockwork can see #some are crazy

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libraryofgage · 5 months

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Harlequin Prince

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One Harley Quinn One (you're here!) 10th Doctor and Rose (on the way! might take a little, I have plans for this one) Scooby Gang (there are also plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz)

I'm a simple woman who believes Steve deserves to be a little unhinged sometimes, and having Harley Quinn as a mother is the perfect excuse to make that happen lol

Anyway, I know I haven't updated some of my other series in a hot minute; I've just been busy with work and a little sick ngl

If you'd like to be tagged for any new parts in this series, let me know!

And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve's earliest memory is of being tucked into bed with a Batman night light plugged into the wall and his mother squeezed in next to him. She's wearing her softest pajamas, and Steve idly rubs the fabric under his thumb. In her lap is a huge book that she flips through, humming "Pop Goes the Weasel" under her breath before finally stopping on a page. "Okay, Dumplin', let's read about Narcissistic Personality Disorder," she finally says, wiggling some to get comfortable before clearing her throat.

Her voice is soft and a little nasally, and Steve obediently closes his eyes when she starts reading. After a few minutes, she gently cards her fingers through his hair, her palm warm as it slides over his scalp. Eventually, he drifts off, his dream so vivid that he still remembers the oversized hammers with their white doctor coats and floating clipboards.

The first time Steve's mother is sent (back) to Arkham, he doesn't realize anything is wrong until Uncle Bruce picks him up from school. Steve had been waiting long after the other kids were picked up by their parents, a misshapen pink-and-blue coaster for his mother that he made in art class in his hands, when one of Uncle Bruce's fancy cars pulled up to the school.

The passenger window rolled down, and Bruce looked almost pained as he met Steve's eyes. "Hop in," he said, leaning over to open the door from the inside.

Steve walked up to the door but didn't get in. "Mom said I should only go home with her," he said, "unless you know our secret code."

"Cognitive Behavioral Therapy."

Steve stood for a moment longer before nodding and climbing into the passenger seat. He closed the door, pulled on his seat belt, and carefully held the coaster in his lap. "Where's Mom?" he asked, watching as Bruce turned down the radio and slowly pulled away from the school.

"Your mother is....going to be away for a while," Bruce said, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "She did something bad, and now she's going to stay in time out because of it."

"Mom says you shouldn't dumb things down just because I'm young. She says it's not good for my development."

Bruce got a slight smile at that, his lips twitching up as he glanced at Steve. "Is that so," he said, his grip on the wheel loosening some. He seemed to think for a moment before saying, "Your mother blew up a warehouse. She was apprehended by Batman and has been sent to Arkham for a few months. Since I'm listed as your godfather, you'll stay with me until she's released."

Steve didn't reply. He just looked down at his coaster and wondered if he'd be able to convince his Uncle Bruce to visit Arkham so he could give it to her.

He did not, in fact, get to visit her at Arkham during that stint. But Steve did get to visit on her next one, which was almost three years later to the day. Steve's first visit to Arkham was on his 8th birthday, and he was chaperoned by Uncle Bruce and Nightwing (he wasn't allowed to call Dick by his real name when he was in costume, so Steve just didn't call him anything at all).

That was also the first time Steve truly experienced Arkham's lax security. Through no fault of his own (and he would continue to argue this point; how did two superheroes let an 8 year old wander off?), Steve had somehow ended up in another part of Arkham altogether.

This hallway had large cells with reinforced glass walls that allowed Steve to look inside. He could name most of the people he passed, recognizing Killer Croc and Riddler and the Penguin by his mother's descriptions of their defining features. Most of them tried talking to Steve, but he pushed ahead, eager to see if his mother was at the end of the hall.

She wasn't. Instead, Steve found another woman. She had green skin and bright red hair and Steve hadn't been able to contain himself. He'd practically squished his face against the glass and asked, "Are you Poison Ivy?"

"Oh, her he talks to," the Penguin said, his tone mean and his voice carrying.

Poison Ivy ignored him, choosing to instead open one eye from where she lay on the bed. She stared at Steve before sitting up. "Do I know you?" she asked.

"Nope! But my mom knows you. She talks about you all the time. She said you're the baddest badass to ever badass," Steve said.

"Oh. You're Harley's kid," Poison Ivy replied, walking over to the glass and crouching down to meet his gaze. "What are you doing all the way over here?"

"It's my birthday, so Uncle Bruce said I could see Mom."

"Well, happy birthday. Now, what are you doing here?"

Steve blinked, looked around the hall again, and realized for the first time that he was, in fact, a bit lost. "Uh, I'm not sure. I was with Uncle Bruce before."

A moment passed between the two of them in which Poison Ivy said nothing while Steve tried to remember how, exactly, he'd ended up here. When he came up blank, he simply shrugged and looked back at her. "Hey, you like plants, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, kid, I like plants," she said, her tone taking on the same inflection his mother's did when he asked something she thinks is obvious.

Steve didn't linger on the tone. Instead, he dug around in his coat pocket for a few seconds, pushing past candy wrappers and erasers until his hand closed around an acorn he'd picked up off the ground a few days ago. He pulled it out and presented it to Poison Ivy on his palm. "Is it still a plant if it fell off the tree?" he asked.

"Yeah," Poison Ivy said, her voice soft like she was staring at something unbelievable. Steve watched as a huge grin spread across her face, her eyes lit up, and she pressed her hands to the glass. "Can you do me a favor, Steve?" she asked.

"Sure! Mom said you're a person I should listen to," he said, starting to close his fingers around the acorn. Now that he was thinking about it, he didn't actually know how to give the acorn to her with the glass between them.

"Your mom is right. You should always listen to me. And her. But mostly me right now," Poison Ivy said, her gaze a bit softer as she looked at Steve. "So, go ahead and put the acorn on the ground and stand as far away as possible."

Steve didn't question her. Whatever Poison Ivy wanted to do would probably be fine. After all, Uncle Bruce didn't warn him about talking to her like he had about the Joker. So, Steve put the acorn down and hurried to the other end of the hall. "Now what?" he shouted.

The only response he got was the acorn shuddering, spinning across the floor, and then bursting open. In the blink of an eye, a tree grew, its roots breaking through the ground and its branches shattering the glass of Poison Ivy's cell. Steve was just thinking that was probably why Poison Ivy told him to stand back when she walked out, rolling her shoulders and breathing like the air is fresh.

She looked at Steve and walked over, standing in front of him for a moment before sweeping him into her arms. "Thanks, kid," she said, opening her hand and letting a tiny purple flower grow from her palm. She tucked it behind Steve's ear. "Now, let's go find your mom."

Of course, Poison Ivy's escape had set off numerous alarms, and Uncle Bruce just about fainted when he saw her carrying Steve while Nightwing looked two seconds from laughing. But Steve's mom had smiled so wide that her cheeks must have hurt after only two seconds when she saw them.

It was, by far, the best birthday Steve had ever had.

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Hawkins, Indiana, is...boring. Steve has only been in the town for a few weeks, and he's bored out of his mind. He could have been sent to Metropolis or Central City. Hell, he would have preferred Bludhaven to the absolute snoozefest that is Hawkins. But, no, Uncle Bruce insisted on somewhere safe, which means somewhere boring, which means...Steve will just have to make his own fun.

That's why he's found himself in a dive bar on the edge of town, sitting at the bar as the owner (a woman named Bev who definitely killed her husband; Steve would know, he's met plenty of women who definitely killed their husbands) refuses to give him anything alcoholic. "Listen, kid," she says, her tone hard and unyielding, "I can give you water, a Shirley Temple, or a permanent ban. Which do you prefer."

After a few seconds, Steve sighs, slaps way more money than is necessary on the bar, and says, "Gimme a Shirley Temple."

Bev nods, swipes up the cash, and starts making his drink. He watches her with a slight frown before looking away, noticing another boy his age wiping down a table. He looks, and Steve cannot say this affectionately enough, like a wannabe goon for a motorcycle gang. Between the bandana stuffed into his back pocket, his slightly frizzy hair falling to his shoulders, and the leather jacket/vest combo, the guy is the first reminder of home Steve has seen since arriving in this sleepy town.

When he notices the guy's shoulders tense, Steve looks away to keep from being caught staring. A Shirley Temple is placed in front of him, and Steve represses a sigh, missing the sounds of fights happening behind him as he drinks with Jason.

"Aren't you a little young to be hanging around here?"

Steve slowly takes a sip of his drink, the saccharine cherry flavor washing over his tastebuds, and glances at an older man a few seats down from him. He looks the man over, lingering on the half-tucked shirt, muddy loafers, and circles under his eyes. Without permission, his mother's DSM-V rushes through his mind, a blur of his mother's voice accompanying the page flips. They finally settle on "Adjustment Disorder," accompanied by his mom saying, "Sometimes, that's just a fancy term for a mid-life crisis, Dumplin'."

Without thinking, Steve asks in return, "Aren't you a little old to still be going through a mid-life crisis?"

In Gotham, that might get him a laugh, an eye roll, and possibly an elbow to the ribs from whichever friend accompanied him. Here, it gets him a tense silence that he only thought happened in bad movies gearing up for a fight sequence. Seriously, what is wrong with Hawkins?

"I'll give you one chance to apologize," the guy says, clearly thinking he's being sufficiently threatening.

It takes every ounce of Steve's self-control to keep from laughing at the guy. Does that usually work? Do people usually find this guy threatening? He's got nothing on Alfred, so Steve just can't bring himself to even fake intimidation.

"Yeah, don't hold your breath, man," Steve says, rolling his eyes as he takes another sip. The Shirley Temple isn't bad, but it's not what he was expecting, and it feels like just another disappointment atop a pile of them.

They're building in his chest, now that he thinks about it. Steve is slowly suffocating under the weight of them. They buzz in his lungs, surging through him until the energy is so overwhelming that he has to bounce his leg and tap his finger against his glass to expel some of it. He shouldn't have agreed to leave Gotham, or at the very least, he shouldn't have left the location entirely up to Bruce. Holy shit, that was a dumb decision. He ought to know better.

A sudden, annoyingly harsh drag of chair legs against the floor rings in Steve's ears, making his shoulders tense and his fingers twitch. He looks over to see the guy standing over him, glaring down at Steve like that's supposed to scare him when nothing else has.

Steve sighs, drinking the last of his Shirley Temple before standing. Over the guy's shoulder, he can see the boy his age watching them, and...well, Steve kind of wants to make a good impression on the first person to remind him of home. Plus, a fight sounds great. He'd love a chance to expel some of this disappointment-fueled energy.

The guy suddenly snorts, pulling Steve's attention back. "You're young, kid, so I'll let you off the hook this time around, but learn some respect."

What? Seriously? All of that, and the guy doesn't even start a fight? Does he know how rude that is? He'd get killed in Gotham. "Oh," Steve says, his voice flat, "you're scared of getting your ass kicked."

Somehow, that's what the guy considers the final straw. It wasn't even that good. Like, that's just fucking small talk in Gotham, and Steve can't bring himself to understand what about it was so infuriating that the guy swings his fist.

Either way, Steve happily embraces the fight. His eyes light up, and adrenaline rushes through his veins as he ducks and kicks the guy's left knee. The familiar sound of a bone snapping rings out. Steve's ready for more, hands curled into fists and held up to protect his face, when the guy drops.

After one kick, he drops. Steve blinks, staring down at the guy cursing and holding his knee. He slowly lowers his hands when he realizes this isn't some kind of fake-out diversion and looks at Bev behind the counter. She's frowning at him, hands on her hips, and Steve comes to the conclusion that bar fights are not, in fact, a thing in Hawkins. "Do they usually go down so easy around here?" he asks.

"They usually don't fight at all."

Oh. Holy shit, this place is boring.

Steve sighs and pushes some hair out of his face, frowning slightly. "Well, uh, sorry about the disturbance, then. I'll just...get going," he says, awkwardly pushing his chair in and doing the same for the guy whose kneecap he kicked. Nobody says anything as he leaves, and Steve shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, frustration and disappointment and homesickness building in him.

He's halfway to his car when somebody shouts, "Hey! Wait!"

With a huff, Steve stops and turns, his mood only lightening when he sees the boy that was wiping down tables. He waits patiently, watching as the boy runs up to him and holds out a wad of cash. "Bev said to give this to you," he says.

"What, is my money not good enough?" Steve asks, raising an eyebrow at the cash before looking up and meeting brown eyes.

"No, no," the boy says, "Bev only gives change to people she likes. She said you're welcome to come by and kick Phillip's ass whenever you want."

Steve blinks, studying the boy for any signs of lies. When he doesn't find one, he takes the cash and nods. "Good to know," he says.

"Yeah. Right. Um, I'm going back inside now."

"Hold on," Steve says, grinning when the boy listens and stands still. He takes a step closer, holds out his hand, and says, "My name's Steve. I'm new around here, if you couldn't tell."

The boy stares at his hand for a few seconds before taking it, the rings on his fingers pressing against Steve's skin. "Eddie. I could tell," he says, his shoulders relaxing some. "Where you from?"

"Gotham."

"Holy shit, no wonder you looked so ready for a fight," Eddie says, staring at Steve like he's incomprehensible. Steve tries not to preen under his gaze. "Hawkins must be dead compared to Gotham."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, glancing down at his and Eddie's hands still clasped together despite the handshake being over. "But I think I'll have some fun anyway."

#steddie #steddie fic #harlequin prince #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve deserves good parents actually #bruce wayne #dc comics crossover #harley quinn #poison ivy #this bitch has been sitting in my drafts for so long guys hfjkds #so excited to finally release it into the wild

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dahliakbs · 22 days

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✷Babysitting Reverse Robins: Driving to the Supermarket ‿⁠✷

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A couple hours prior Damian had asked you to watch his family while he stayed out late on a case and because you owed him so many favors you said yes. Which led you to what you were doing.

"Dick are you sure you can drive?" you asked the small child.

He seemed pretty excited to finally be able to show off his driving skills even though you were pretty sure he shouldn't even have been able to touch a steering wheel at his age.

The only reason you were allowing this small child to drive you to the supermarket was because you currently had to deal with their baby brother Bruce who for the life of you would not let you go.

You'd tried putting him down so many times but he'd jump cling on to you further and scream his head off and you can't drive like that can you?

Also for some reason Damian allowed him to have a car.

Who gives a child a car?!

"Of course I can drive, I can't say the same for him though" he grinned before turning over to his older brother Jason.

Even though he was also still a child he'd somehow been allowed to ride a motorcycle through the streets.

"Guys I'm not to sure about this, can't we get Tim to drive?" you asked.

He was the much older sibling and you were sure he had much more experience than these two.

"He can't drive"

Scratch that, nevermind

"Why is he older and he can't drive?" You asked as you helped Dick in to the car.

He wasn't even tall enough to get in, let alone reach the steering wheel without having to sit on a little cushion.

Ridiculous

"Cause he sucks and we're better" Jason answered.

Bit harsh but okay.

"You'd better drive quick before the police realize that there's a kid in the drivers seat" you told him before quickly getting in the car.

You hadn't even had time to talk to Jason before he was off, speeding down the streets as if the supermarket wasn't ten minutes away.

Matter of fact you could've just walked there but sadly Gotham was to dangerous for that. So let's hope Dick can actually drive or else your totally screwed.

"Um, so I probably should've told you this before but.." He turns to you with that cute little deceiving smile he always give you before something goes wrong.

In the corner of your eye you can see him slowly pressing his foot into the gas peddle.

"I lied, I can't drive"

....

"WHAT, STOP THE CAR"

He just giggles before hard pressing the gas peddle. All you can do is clutch Baby B tightly in your arms and hope you get to the supermarket in one piece.

#reverse robins #reverse au #batfam #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batfamily #dc #dc x you #batfamily x reader #batman #batman x reader #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #jason todd x you #dick grayson x you #tim drake x you #bruce wayne

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gffa · 7 months

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There are better points of connection/references to point out for Batman #138, ones that are far more likely to be deliberate, but I had just read Detective Comics #1000 a couple of days before this issue came out and couldn't help thinking about one giving context to the other. That Bruce thinks he never should have let anyone follow him into this life, that he feels betrayed by all of them, but a special point is made that the oath Dick swore to him as a kid, to uphold righteousness, feels like it's been shattered. That Bruce feels like he should never have listened to Dick's argument about following him into this life--that the cat was already out of the bag, the moment that Bruce himself put on a costume, someone was going to follow him into this life, he couldn't stop it, it had already happened. And Bruce looks back on that and thinks that he shouldn't have allowed that argument to sway him. But he's forgetting what he and Alfred talked about leading up to that moment, why Alfred argued that Dick's inclusion was a good thing:

"You know how highly I think of you and your abilities. But he could make you better. He could be better. A hero forged in the light." The Detective Comics story isn't just speculation, it takes place when Dick is a kid, but we see a flashforward of Nightwing--it's a confirmation that Alfred's right, Dick is better than Bruce. Dick isn't the one that lost sight of what's important, Dick isn't the one who betrayed their vow--Bruce is. Bruce is the one who betrayed them all, that's why Dick isn't just a brighter version of Batman as a person, it's why we twice see him here as physically a better fighter. He's the better version of what Batman was meant to be. It's hardly a new truth about Bruce and Dick's relationship, it's been around before--Nightwing is the better version of Batman, the one forged in light, the one who brings hope. The one who leads through not just being a brilliant detective and battle strategist and world class fighter, but because people trust him and know he's worthy of that trust. Dick mirrors Bruce's origin story the most out of all the characters, his parents killed in front of him when he was under the age of 10, the anger that lives in his heart is one that burns for justice for people. Dick is the clearer version of Batman:

So, when their morals crash into each other here, Bruce can't see that Dick isn't the one betraying him (Dick doesn't even really seem to believe that much in Selina's plan so much as he knows they need the peace--however temporary it might be--her plan brings, because Dick tells her that this whole thing is stupid too, just as much as he's ready to tell that to Bruce), Bruce has forgotten that Dick is the clearer version of himself and that he is the one slipping down a bad path. That's why twice in this storyline, Batman underestimates him as a fighter and gets knocked on his ass for it. He can't see it because Zur-En-Arrh is leaking into him to the point that it's not really Bruce or Zur-En-Arrh, it's both of them, and he's so desperate to hold onto Batman to have a reason to hold himself together, he can't see that Dick is the one who should be making the judgement calls here, not himself. He's trying to force himself to stop loving his family, like he can't even see that that's the entire opposite of why he started doing any of this in the first place. It's not just crime that's the problem, it's the suffering people face because of that crime that he never wants to happen to anyone again. Selina's plan is already falling part, he's right that it's not the long term solution she wants to present it as, but in focusing on that, he's lost site of the actual point of what drove both of them to the vow--to make the world a better place. To fight crime so that others won't suffer.

A central theme of Dick Grayson's character--including Bruce's own view of him--is that he makes the world better just by being in it. Bruce thinks that, by forcing Jason into a state of terror so strong that he can't fight, it will force him out of the life of crime, but he's forgetting that the point isn't just that Jason doesn't do crime anymore, it's that he's not making the world a better place by doing something so monstrous. Jason isn't better off this way. Jason is already no longer murdering people and doing this to him won't help those he killed in the past. Nobody is better off this way. I get why, in Bruce's war zone of a brain, he genuinely thinks this is being kind, he cares about Jason and the only way he can see to save Jason from jail, is to force him onto this path. But he can't see that this doesn't actually help anyone, it doesn't make the world a better place. Keeping Dick or Jason or Tim or Damian from this life wouldn't have made their lives better, even if Bruce could have stopped them. (He couldn't have.) The whole reason he couldn't out-argue Dick even at 9 years old was because Dick was helping to make the world better. Jason and Tim and Damian are all fighting to help make the world better. Knight Terrors was the storyline just before this one and it had a moment where Bruce breaks free of Insomnia's nightmare by hugging his child self and telling him about all the people that were going to find him in the dark--his friends, his children, his loved ones. They made him a better man.

That's it, that's the story--when Bruce stops trusting his children, when he stops letting them influence him, when he stops letting his love for his family drive him, he loses everything, including his own grip on himself. Because the whole point of having them around was that they made him better, that some of them were directly meant to be a clearer reflection of his whole entire purpose, and the moment he stopped trusting them, the moment he realized Dick--the one he trusted with full access to the Batbox! the one he trained to be the best he could be, to be the one to stop Bruce, if he went over the line--was going against him, that's the moment everything broke.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #gotham war #batman 2016 #detective comics #long post

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002yb · 7 months

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Can you do Jason and Tim a little obsessed with Dick's back dimples? Bonus if Jason is jealous because Tim is looking at his boyfriend

The Wayne family traveling incognito to Metropolis for some event that Clark is doing a cover story on. While Bruce will donate anonymously to the cause, they're there to volunteer along with the other Kents + friends (the cause: getting kids active and keeping them healthy).

Only Tim and Kon are decidedly not participating because they're loafing off on the sidelines, leaning against some half-wall. Both of them bent at their waists, chins in their hands as they marvel one Dick Grayson.

'Your brother is smoking hot, just saying.'

Which, objectively - yes. There's no disputing that. Nothing more attractive than a man being patient and good with kids - teaching them to cartwheel and somersault and flip.

More than that, apparently? And Tim knows this isn't universal, it's very much a 'Dick makes it attractive' sort of deal, but: crop top.

The volunteer shirt didn't come that way, but Dick managed to crop his shirt someway, somehow and it's a treat for everyone. The kids giggle because it's silly while everyone else shamelessly ogles.

And it's not immodest, but hot damn: suns out guns out, abs for days, and back dimples. Straight up dimples of Venus, right there at Dick's lower back.

'Ugh, shut up.' Tim still says because Dick being something of a dream besides, it's still Dick.

And Kon proceeds to tease Tim about how Tim shouldn't be jealous because Tim is bangin'. So bangable. ;)

And Tim scoffs but gets flirty right back because, right back at ya ;)

Kon vocalizing everything Tim will never say. About wanting to press their thumbs to those dimples just to feel the dip in them. Not so much to hold onto in any sexual way because meh - Kon would rather be split open if it's Dick please thanks, but like. It's different. Kon can't explain it.

But he doesn't need to because Tim understands already.

It's like wanting to touch art and Tim gets that - has seen enough marble sculptures to see the similarities and know the temptation to have what he can't

Not because Dick wouldn't allow it, but because his gatekeeper boyfriend would throw an actual fit

Said boyfriend who, on cue, storms across the venue - stripping off his sweatshirt only to yank it over Dick's head and down his torso, thus ending everyone's little peep show of the fine art

But Tim can't help but cackle because Jason is so damn cute about it

Jason, chiding Dick and holding the sweatshirt down as Dick tries to contort his way out of it because it's hot ugh come on

And Tim's gaze shifts - settling on Jason's exposed pecs

A trade-in of equal value, he would say.

And Kon, shuffling awkwardly and all flustered swearing to Tim, 'You know I wouldn't give you up for the world...' to which Tim tilts his head in a show that he's listening, but Tim's gaze stays fixed on the toddies. So do Kon's. 'but like...your other brother is also smoking hot.'

It ends up being that Dick finishes out the day in the sweatshirt (to which he almost, almost manages to crop) while Jason ends up wearing Dick's crop top (because the dickjay possessiveness goes both ways). Somehow Jason looks even more salacious than before though.

And off to the side, entirely more wholesome than Tim and Conner, would be Damian and Jon. And Jon goes full conspiracy theorist because, 'Isn't your brother a little too handsome? Do you think he's actually your dad and my dad's--' and Damian is haunted by the thought because, could it be?? Thus begins Damian and Jon's misadventures in getting DNA samples and it's silly but cute.

#dickjay #jaydick #timkon #kon thinks tim's older brothers are fine as hell

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Ok but Damian noticing that teacher!reader has a hickey 👀

"Grayson," Damian said scolding, dropping his knapsack on the chair.

"What?" Dick sighed, wanting to call you and see how your day went. See if you wanted dinner. Or dessert, he wasn't picky.

"You really shouldn't maul Y/N like that it's damaging-"

Steph choked, "So much for not getting very far. How dark was the hickey, Damian?"

"Don't answer that," Dick said scowling at Damian, cheeks darkening.

"Tell her to put setting powder on her concealer and skip the scarves," Steph chirped grinning.

"Or you could just not maul her to start with," Damian said rolling his eyes.

"Listen Dami," Steph said, "Someday you'll get it-"

"Whatever it is no," Bruce said walking through the kitchen.

"Dick-" Stephanie started, only to break off when Dick stepped on her foot.

"Whatever it is I don't want to know," Bruce sighed. "They're adults-"

"He's ruining her reputation, Father," Damian said scowling.

"I doubt that, Damian," Bruce snorted. "Shes allowed a life outside of her classroom, regardless of what the helicopter mothers seem to think-"

"Are you just saying that because Dick's the one that was giving her the hickey?" Stephanie said dodging out of the way of Dick's foot.

"No," Bruce snorted. He'd dated his fair share of teachers. Though not usually teachers that taught his kids.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #ask aswered #minors dni #teacher!reader

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It is really baffling to me that DC made one of the potentially most dangerous enemy imaginable in the form of the court of owls and they just don't know what to do with it. The concept of the elite group of a city as dangerous as Gotham City forcing Gotham to remain what it is and always has been for the sake of their own never ending greed and cheap work makes so much sense and works so well as a parallel to Bruce who is all about how to use his fortune to try and 'fix' the city, but instead people will dumb it down to just 'oh, we are so scary, we have this maze, you see.' The court of owls shouldn't be just another enemy. They should be the very essence of what Batman fights against because their reach is so great that every single one of the rogues and batman's villains were created by them, directly and indirectly. They are the ones who refuse to allow Gotham to change. You can't have all of this potential and just throw it as "villain of the week!" C'mon!

Gotham almost did it well. In season 2, we are introduced to the Court as this entity that controls all of Gotham, from Wayne Enterprises to Arkham. At this point, Strange is our main antagonist in the season, and even he is terrified of them. Season 2 of Gotham is the Court at its best. You witness how little they care about human lives and just how powerful they are, but of course, in comes season 3 and ruins everything.

Not only does the court of owls become a bunch of idiots in season 3, but they also make no sense. I understand that the big reveal is that 'oh, they are actually just being controlled by the league of shadows', which, mind you, makes no sense. The court of owls is the definition of everything that Ra's hates about humanity, but pop off, I guess. And it is funny because Ra's is probably the most effective antagonist in this show besides maybe Sofia and Strange. Ra's is an actual threat, he feels imposing, he feels powerful and it is gratifying to see him go down. He is a man led by his desire to die and to create a better world though Bruce and I could go on a whole tangent about how powerful of a narrative this can be, but I won't. This is about the Court. Not Ra's. The Court is a representation of greed from those on top and how their actions perpetuate this cycle of hate and destruction. The court is about capitalism. The league of shadows is about nihilism and trying to force the next generation to do what you wish you had. They don't work together. They are opposite extremes.

Now, let's get back on track. In season 3, the court decides that they want to 'start over' by killing off most of Gotham's population through the Tetch virus, but they never really explained why besides 'oh everything has gone wrong so we will now start over' and I just want to understand what exactly is it that has gone wrong. At this point, the court is still almost unanimously the one on top. The one who was actually the biggest threat to them, Galavan, is dead. Bruce is still a kid, so even if you do need to do something about him eventually, wouldn't it be easier and more practical to just get rid of him? Wayne manor has basically no defenses. One almost immortal guy nearly killed Bruce, Alfred and Jim, and you have an entire army of those available. Oswald isn't a threat either, at this point, he is more interested in his own greed than anything else. Hell, if they had offered him to join them, chances were, he would have accepted it. Would he be a problem in the future? Possibly, but if you are willing to try to get Jim "golden boy" joy your organization, the guy who wins a medal for not following rules, I think letting Oswald in is fine as long as you make him think he is on top. That leads us to the only remaining threat, Jim. James Gordon, at this point, isn't a part of the police anymore. He is just a private investigator. He has little to no power. Kill him, arrest him, threaten to destroy everything he loves if he doesn't stop. It doesn't matter, but don't invite him to join you. He has no power at this point, why do you even want him? Because he sorta promised Bruce to help save his parents? What? It just makes no sense that they would want Jim in their organization, who doesn't even have a place of his own at this point in the story, but not Oswald or Barbara or Butch or any actual major player in the city. And the most mind boggling thing of all is the fact that the court would go out of their way to subdue both the Riddler and the Penguin and throw them both into cages and do nothing about it. Why? What was the point of that? Weren't you going to destroy the city anyway? Why not just place them in the blast of a bomb or get rid of them? Or better yet, just kill them and get rid of their bodies! Why do you want them alive?! You didn't give two shits about Edward in season 2, why are you keeping him locked up now?! If you want something from them, why don't you talk to them?! What are you trying to accomplish?!

In any case, what I'm trying to say is, the Court of Owls makes no sense in season 3 and is just there to do what the plot requires them to do, and that is true for most other Batman media I have seen with them. They are there just to fill a role instead of being an actual threat, and this goes all the way back to their introduction, when, once again, they are treated as just a villain of the week with no further development.

#gotham #batman #dc comics #dc #court of owls

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Wueer: So Trump's cucks think only people inclining in the derange of laughingstock hateful straight whtie tribalists are 'worth it'.

A: Yeah, it's just a different more cucked value system, and they think i should have cucked myself to this value system too, but I can't.

the dictates coming from Trump's toddler cucks these day seems to be:

GET HAPPY OR GET OUT (this is stupid and plasticising, Elon screams this at Twitter employees, too)

PEOPLE WHO ARE WHITER AND RIGHTER ARE MORE WORTHWHILE IT TAKES COURAGE TO HANG WITH WONDERBREAD AND MARSHMALLOW (this is 180 degrees upside down) SOMETHING ABOUT HOW BLACKS HAVE PISSED ON EVERY OPPORTUNITY THEY WERE GIVEN SO FUCK EM (this is racism, and this is also what Jared Kushner says about the Palestinians... it's sort of a spoiled white marshmallow having a tantrum and saying THE STATUS QUO REMAINS FOR A REASON BECAUSE THE MINORITY IS THE REASON FOR THE STATUS QUO OMG ITS SO FUCKING FRUSTRATING I COULD SCREAM)

... now that is the interesting part to be me about this form of stupidity -- the frustration a Kushner and Trump's toddler cucks must feel -- I mean wow -- where does this sort of entitled authoritarian zone of the pamapered male mind even come from? I don't get it, I seem to be missing that nodule or whatever... I avoid the authoritarian approach tho -- I mean, these brains must be radically different from mine, I certainly hope somebody can preserve Slenderman's brain and dissect it someday or something to explain this to me. Slenderman should have never been allowed to work in the White House, period.

YOU ARE AN INFINITE SUICIDE UNLESS YOU'RE A CAPITALIST MANUFACTURING TOYS HE WITH THE MOST TOYS WINS (yeah according to Forbes but what if there's... another way.... Haagen Daas... lots and lots of Haagen Daas... or that unicorn queer happy kitty I've been eyeing at Walgreens, or coming down off the mountain, or what if I'm not as miserable as you're projecting upon me, or all sorts of what ifs... this is a narrow reductionist capitalist mindset you're stuck in as a cuck that things pigeonholing somebody 'destroys' them, but that actually doesn't happen in a place called reality. Some people are just fine with being a specialist. I'm personally a generalist, no matter what you think of me. There's a couple of corporate terms for you, since yr on that 'fire your employees' tip. And you shouldn't want to be destroying people, kid, it's not very nice)

BLAH BLAH BLAH SOMETHING ABOUT THE CRUCIBLE AND WICCA (I dunno kid i haven't read Arthur Miller in a while, this sounds like you're engaging in some Mayflower cliche on the wrong side of history tho, i mean why not just get out the Monopoly Man's tophat and cane if we're turning back the clock to conservative American silliness about women being witches from an antifeminist perspective, pick yourself up a pocketwatch, it would be more magickal than what rote cliche you're trying to enforce here, officer cuck, ya know? i don't like the status quo, i like things that buck the status quo)

AND YOURE HYPEVIGILANT -- kid, i'm not hypervigilant. this whole device you're using here is part dad, part Bruce. i can tell ya which parts are which but really, it's all three of you. It makes me think, since you like Power Totems, so here's sort of a Super Star name for ya, CAMILLE PAGLIA -- that thing Camille said about how she could see this academic using this Lacanian Device as she was taught to deconstruct Goggles as oppression, whereas Camille said why can't they be, you know, mystic version? You're using a traditional conservative Mayflower American device here to find flaws in me and it's not service you very well, it's just cucking you and making you look like clockwork. If anything I was undervigilant cuz I would have never guessed somebody in the Big City would still be squawking about witches from the man's perspective in the youth in this day and age -- but the American cuckservatism that took you over is quite a Japanese Knotweed of a situation, you see, and you can't really expect a serious response to a bunch of blather about PAGAN WITCHES and all that woo woo -- isn't that what the kids call it, woo woo -- hogwash, I guess I'd rotely call it, i don't like woo woo goo goo how that sounds on the tongue -- if anything i'm undervigilant and likely to get myself killed by one of these American nutsjobs lol, wild animals that they are, full of all sorts of implanted and ridiculous notions like the ones you've villed yourself up on.

Kid, get back to something like your thoughts on Candyman, because those are progressive and interesting to me. For a farmboy to watch those urban spaces was really an otherworldly experience. The whole film seemed almost like it was beamed in from another universe, because there was no knowledge of Cabrini Green on the farm. There was a knowledge of Bloody Mary.

This dad and Bruce stuff is rotely not interesting and is very easy to fend off. You're using an ideological device to try to take me down, but what's being accomplished is you're revealing yourself to have cucked yourself to an ideology for the sake of whatever power and safety and securitah you think it offers you. It doesn't offer that. It would only mystify and dazzle people who haven't seen it before.

I've been around the block, you see.

I can see why you think you understand people on a deeper level, but ya don't. Holding up a Nazi cuck and saying 'it's not a Nazi, it's slightly different' ... that's what Ben Shapiro does, k. That's not a deeper insight. You're just ascribing depths that aren't there. Of course there is a difference between a vegan Nazi cuck who wants Israel wiped off the map and his adorable Baby Yoda who loathes the gall of the USA to take over in WW2 and a vegan Nazi mastermind who wants the Jews wiped off the map and his adorable Alsatian, Blondie, who loathes teh gall of the USA to take over in WW2 -- but I think one wouldn't be remiss from throwing it in the Nazi order, or the Nazi phylum, for the sake of rhetorical enlightenment and political expediency -- don't expect me to take a scientific approach, mmkay, because not being as partial to whiteness as you, I don't find that subspecies to be nearly as intriguing. He's as dry as a bone and ever so square despite what's going on with his mix and match menz cards and eugenics programms.

So ya think you've got FAR MORE VALUE, kid? What sort of value? One million American dollars, that sort of value? Or is it far more than that? Oh, is this triggering? First Goldilocks is mad at me for saying she should be worth this massive amount, and now Goldilocks is saying I undervalued her? Which is it?

There's a Katy Perry song that can answer this for you, I mean this is the level of what's going on here. Just listen to Katy Perry and she'll explain what's going on with you. Women know:

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As far as unfathomable art that's incredibly deep, oh, what a sticker to put on the cover of whatever one's trying to hawk on the free market. Is that how artists talk about themselves these days? Did they interview the David Bowie about Scary Monsters and his thoughts were "oh yes, well, this album is art that you cannot fathom because I have a deeper grasp of reality?"

And how deep does the grasping go? You think this obsession with seeing other people six feet under gives ya cred or power?

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What can I think as a grown man other than that it's all child's play compared to how delicious a bone-in tomahawk or bone-in porterhouse would be t share at Bowdie's? Oh, I can almost taste it. Is money really that precious to you that you've gotta hoard up a little pile and can't buy me cocktails until I pass out in the snow? You know what people used to do to their dates when they passed out? Ask Marilyn Manson, Trent Reznor or, um, I guess Danny Masterson. Am I that intimidating? How many drinks do you think it would take til I'm drinking myself under the table? I'm a lightweight, kid, and you're still afraid of that, eh?

If you're going to insist on being perseverant with this child's play stuff and can't even figure out how to get to Whiting, which is probably where you truly belong -- I would suggest a reconnassiance mission to Brewster Apartments, 2800 North Pine Grove Avenue, Chicago to think about what you're doing with your life.

Take photos. You can even stop at The Bagel which is run by a Homosexual. It's just a few blocks down. Look how absolutely adorable it looks in the snow. This could be your Miracle on 34th Street holiday season. Ho ho ho mo!

Otherwise, stop it with all this talk about guns. It is so incredibly, incredibly embarrassingly American, and at best I mean, if we wanted to try and be generous and not think of you as a cuck, there's a few directors over in East Asia who were cucked by America.

Takashi Miike comes to mind, Ringo Lam, John Woo... some serious one-dimensional male-minded shit. For you to try to add dimensionality to gun scenes is almost femme of you, Nikita, and try any more of it and somebody's gonna accuse you of, gasp, being womanly.

Every time you simp for for violent American traditions, you're also simping for tne NRA and status quo unless you're prepared to do something about it. Stop being such a cuck, you're getting kids killed and people are getting hurt by America's endlessly paranoid dance about preserving this kinda scholock and you know the real reason for it all? It's because somebody's fucking grandpa -- a lot of people's grandpas -- loved watching, I dunno, Whitesploitation Films about a buncha cowboys shooting off all the Indians and taking the whole land and feeling like the heroes while they did it.

I got an answer for you and this constant injection of murderous imagery and homicidal weaponry into your blather. That answer is you are not mature enough yet. The answer is you're being some dumb kid and the eagerness of your cucked self to go for what gurn frurdumbs America sez makes a man is as programmatic as the enthusiasm seen in this slide-stopping classic:

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The answer is this:

You'll shoot your eye out, kid. Merry Christmas. Ho Ho Ho Mo.

XOXOXOXO,

Hank Alexander Anixamander Faggot the III The Apeiron here is the Arche Sew Don't U Fergit Rain keeps falling rain keeps falling Down down down down

#trump #jared kushner #slenderman #camille paglia #katy perry #marilyn manson #a christmas story #chucky #vintage chucky doll #turns up at a suburban yard sale #just like some cucks you might know #don mancini #brad dourif

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Forgive Yourself | Bruce Wayne

This is the most attractive version of Bruce Wayne and I will absolutely die on this hill. This idea has been stuck in my head as I've been wanting to introduce my own Bat!Mom and this happened. Featuring the one thing people don't write about: Bruce's struggle with grieving Jason, and maybe Jason coming back as a part 2?

also I don't know how long after that Tim comes around but for sake of sake let's just say he's not around in this one

Tag: @darth-vaders-bitch

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The scene replays on the back of his eyelids like a movie he simply can't shut off. Jason is there, Jason is dead, Jason is gone and The Joker is laughing and Bruce simply cannot make it stop.

They tell him over and over and over again that it's never easy to lose a child. That part of you goes with them only to never return. That's true. What they don't tell you is how that loss burns and well... you'll never truly be over it.

Grief never gets easier. It's just better to go through it with someone then to do it alone.

That's where you come in.

Jason Peter Todd was one of the sweetest boys you'd ever met. Now granted, he was the second one and much more difficult then Dick, but he'd had your heart from that first moment that you and Bruce had caught him trying to steal the tires off of the Batmobile.

It was endearing, how he'd looked at you. Jason had had so much more difficulty trying to form a bond with Bruce, but not with you. There was just something about your nature and the way you never flinched when he got angry or upset or cruel in his words - because how else was a kid raised in the dark and cold of Crime Alley going to survive? - that made him gravitate more to you then the man you loved.

And oh, did that make Bruce hurt. You could see it in the imperceptible twitch of his brow and the slight crease of his lips when one of the boys fought with him. It was rare for them to fight with you.

"Am I really that bad of a father?"

You had shushed him by slowly grazing your thumb over his lips, back and forth, a low fire burning in his eyes as he met your gaze. There was so much there that his sons didn't see. Couldn't see. ''You're not a bad father, Bruce." You murmured. "You're just someone learning about what you really didn't have.''

And well, Bruce couldn't stop repeating those words in his head as he looked at the photo of him and Jason on the Bat Computer. One of many in this folder. He'd gotten the best seats in the stadium for a baseball game that had taken place outside of Gotham, which Jason had loved because he'd never been out of Gotham until that point, and with him being Bruce Wayne it meant he could pull enough strings for Jason to meet his favorite player.

His smile is blinding. Happy. It's one of the very few times Bruce can remember seeing him so happy.

That's how he wants to remember Jason. Not how he'd found him, not how often he screamed and raged because he was just.. so angry. But like this. Like the little boy he'd called Jaylad and had not told him he loved him nearly enough.

His greatest regret.

"Bruce."

And there stood his greatest triumph, allowing himself to be human enough to realize he'd fallen in love with you. Oh... you. Wonderful, fierce, soft and warm and safe you. You were the only person besides Alfred who had encouraged him to be human. To let himself feel things and remind himself it was okay to be angry.

You had struggled with that yourself when you'd been excommunicated from the League. You refused to be reduced to a quivering mess for fear of retaliation from the Ghūl's or your identity being released.

It was a new life, and you made something of yourself. Bruce had been able to tell how angry you were. How resentful of your circumstances despite how well you'd become.

So you'd taught him it was okay to be angry. And it was okay to feel the way he did, but it shouldn't rule him. You allowing yourself to be open to love - specifically to and from the boys who became your sons - and it had changed your world.

That, despite the loss of his parents, Bruce was still allowed to be loved. He couldn't have prevented what happened or changed it. He couldn't have stopped it. His parents would have wanted him to move on. To get help when he finally accepted he needed it, to allow himself to be happy.

So that was what he did with you. He allowed himself to smile and laugh when you went on dates in and were not ashamed of being together despite disliking large crowds. Of being with him. You would hold his hand and gaze up at him with this look of adoration that could make even Bruce Wayne blush. The way you danced around the kitchen and regarded Alfred as a father. The way you just were. You didn't expect pageantry or being lavished with gifts. You just wanted him and to be a part of his life, his home, his heart.

He allowed himself to fall even deeper in love with you when he watched how good you were with his sons. All the times you'd let Dick crawl into your arms and listen to your stories and all of the times you'd sit with Jason in the quietness of the morning hours before school to help him ease his anxiety or those times at night where he wanted to be read to, or help with his homework.

Those few moments Bruce had watched from afar, dressed in that stupid cream cashmere sweater you loved, and watched his sons grow up with their mother.

He usually prides himself on his ability to remain so composed in the face of everything that thrives on tearing him apart. All the things that should make him buckle just.. don't. Jason had hated that. What comes next makes him crumble.

It's just the simple touch of your hands on his skin. The way your palms are not marred and calloused as his own are and how they drag down the knots in his neck that have made themself at home from how tense he's been.

The way you lean over the chair and smooth your fingers through dark hair, lips brushing against his temple as you do. "Come to bed." You whisper. "Let that be enough for tonight."

Jason's smile is burned onto his eyes. It's cruel, really, that this is the one thing his brain cannot let go of. He can't let go of the feeling of his son's body in his arms or how he had not told him he loved him enough and especially the sound of your scream when you'd found out.

It was a wonder that you were holding yourself together so well.

"We..." He clenches his hands so tightly that his fingernails begin to leave crescents in the skin of his hands. It's meant to anchor him. Pain helps him realize he's alive. That he's still capable of feeling things. "Beloved, we lost our son."

Bruce allows his head to fall just out of sight then, the sound of a broken whimper catching in the back of his throat as you swallow the knot in your own and move to kneel in front of him. It's entirely too cold now that he's made that feel real. Too cold, too quiet. It doesn't feel good in here anymore.

Because what good can you two do if you can't keep your sons safe? Isn't that the whole point of this? To keep the people you love safe? He's Batman, you're a freaking League Assassin trained by Talia herself-

Bruce is pulling you into his lap before you can properly settle yourself there, lunging forward to wrap his arms around your waist and yank you forward until he can hide his face in your chest. "We did." You whisper. If you talk any louder, your voice will break. You cannot break right now. "We lost our son."

And the way those words coming from your mouth just breaks Bruce makes your heart twist in such a painful way. Your chest hurts with the force of it as he allows himself that one moment - in which said moment feels like years - to weep over Jason. He hadn't even allowed himself to do that when you, Alfred, Bruce and Dick had gathered in the same cemetery where his mother was buried to have a funeral.

Bruce allows himself to be held then. With the gentleness of your voice in his ear and the warmth that cancels out the cold of the cave, he allows himself that rare opportunity to just... let go.

And letting go is so, so hard.

I can't let go of my son.

You wish you could tell Jason that his father mourned him like this. Jason had always told you in secret and made you swear not to tell that he thought Bruce didn't care about him. You always told him that he was wrong though. That Bruce just loved people in ways they didn't quite know how to interpret. That they would never understand.

"Then why doesn't he tell me he loves me like you do?"

Jason had been too young to get it. He'd been too young to know where you'd come from in the League, and you were terrified to tell him for fear of how he'd look at you. But Jason would've gotten it far more then DIck would've.

You prayed and prayed and prayed that he'd known he was loved by someone when he left you both. If not, that would be your biggest regret as a mother. Not loving your son enough.

It feels like hours later when you realize Bruce is lax against your body, hands skimming underneath your faded black teeshirt to feel your skin beneath his palms. Touch grounded him. Always had. You shiver softly at the contrast of temperature between the cave and him as you cradle his face in your hands and tilt it upward to look at you.

Your thumbs prick against the newly grown stubble on his jawline. "Bruce," You whisper. Blue eyes pierce your own as you lean inward, just a hairs breadth away from his mouth, when you continue. "I love you."

And then you kiss him. It's long and slow, Bruce's body slowly being pressed against the top of the chair as you move closer and closer and closer until all you can feel is the frantic pounding of his heart and taste his tears on your tongue. Bruce is nothing if not a messy lover, and he kisses the same way he fights. All finesse and fire.

You can feel that he wants to lose himself in you, and that's what prompts you to pull away. You would usually let him but tonight you have a bit of a different idea in mind.

"Come upstairs with me. Dick is asleep, Alfred is asleep. It's just us."

Soft, wide eyes follow your form as you rise to your feet and extend your hand. Together the two of you leave the Cave and traverse the stairs up into the Manor until you're back in the master bedroom, and the lock clicks behind you. It's the signal that you're really alone.

Laughter bubbles past your lips as Bruce's fingers curl around your hips and pull you backwards into his embrace. He is trying so hard to distract you, but you won't let him give into his desire. Not when you are dead set on making him realize the most crucial thing in the midst of the loss of your son.

"Beloved-"

"Sweater off, Mister. Lay down. I want to try something."

He's not someone to usually be nervous. Bruce is more then aware he is a desirable person. It's what all of the tabloids in Gotham love to rant and rave about. They don't know about the underneath. About the scars he'd obtained from keeping Gotham safe, about the suffering he'd been through. About how he viewed himself.

What Bruce has always wanted, however, is devotion.

So he's always a bit timid when it comes to vulnerability. He removes his sweater and curses himself for being so ridiculous but his legs will not move the three feet it takes to get to the bed.

You're being ridiculous. This is your wife. She married you for you.

You press a bare hand to the dip in his chest and usher him backward until he's laying on the bed and you have the ability to crawl over him and kiss him. He groans softly and moves to touch you because he simply cannot get enough, but you don't let him. You pull away to peer into his eyes with this soft expression that makes the tips of his ears pink.

Ridiculous. He is Batman. Batman should not be reduced to a blushing schoolboy because of his wife who didn't used to be so soft-

"Did I ever tell you why I fell in love with you, Bruce?"

"I don't know." He replies honestly. "Is it because of my devilish charm and my equally adorable son?"

"Oh no." Bruce's breath catches in his chest as you graze your fingertips across a rather large, ridged scar that stretches across his breastbone. And then your mouth is trailing kisses across it and the feeling is... overwhelming. But not in a bad way. "It wasn't all the things those models you dated over the years saw. Not the money or the expensive gifts or the freaking huge house-" You laugh softly and shake your head. "Oh no, it wasn't Billionaire Bruce or Batman I saw. It was just you. Just a man."

"Is that all I am?"

"You're a man who wants one thing and one thing only." You are more than aware that Bruce could overpower you if he wanted to when you catch both of his hands in your own and link your fingers with his. Blue eyes catch yours just before you dip your head to whisper into the scarred plains of his chest. "You're just someone," Lips trail across his skin as you venture. You want to learn every story behind every single one of them. "Who wants a home for his aching heart."

And wow.. wow is it true.

"Beloved, I-" It's too overwhelming. It's too much intimacy for one night, something Bruce is still learning to take in small doses because no one has ever loved him like this before. It's interesting... given that you'd grown up as a League Assassin. You hadn't known it either. Not really. But you'd made an effort to embrace it for Dick and Jason and it had changed both of you. "I just..."

Jason's laughter echoes in his ears as you lift your head to meet his eyes. Bruce's eyes are glassy with tears, as are your own. Your thumbs come to press just beneath his eyes before you're swiping them away. His cheeks are wet. It's not your fault. It's Jason's memory haunting him no matter what he does. His laughter, his rare smile, the way you loved him and the way you mourned him...

It's just too overwhelming.

"Bruce," You murmur. Your tone is laced with empathy because you'd had this happen to you in the League too. It's why you were initially hesitant to love Dick and Jason but it had just happened. You couldn't help yourself. "We have to forgive ourselves for our mistakes. You did not fail Jason. Just like I didn't fail the little boy who didn't make it in the League."

You have to forgive yourself.

You roll off of Bruce's chest and settle against his side as he envelops your waist with his arm. To your surprise, however, he then tugs you back on top of him and tucks your head under his chin. He's warmth and security and just... everything. He's everything.

And if you could help it, no pain would ever come to him again.

That's how the Batman falls asleep that night. Not to be disturbed by his nightmares, but with you wrapped around him.

Gently bound in his embrace, tucked away in your home from the cruelty of Gotham outside his window.

Safe.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x Reader #bruce wayne x batmom #batman x batmom #batman x reader

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hintofelation99 · 3 years

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The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

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Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

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Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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melony-lemony · 2 years

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when I say Bruce makes mistakes I mean it in a way where he's over protective, when sometimes he neglects their more personal needs because he's so angered by the people that hurt them and he'd put all his focus on bringing them justice rather than *being* with them, and he doesn't say it out loud but he cares about them so much and they can see that and that doesn't stop him from making mistakes but it doesn't stop him from trying to fix those mistakes, it's just, Bruce doesn't have to do this alone, none of them do, they can meet each other halfway

nah because this still fits in with an emotionally stable version of Bruce, because whenever I see people saying "oh he's a bad parent but he's trying" or "Bruce is trying at least" they make him,,, too bad you know? but my version is that, to him, this is the right course of action, he thinks that, when trying to solve the root of the problems, that's like, enough proof that he cares, and yeah it shows that he cares and the rest knows but sometimes you need something to be said you know? and sometimes shown in other ways

with dick he was too over protective, this was the first person he allowed to get close to after his parents death, he was extra scared for him, not to mention it was his first kid AND he's a vigilante, what sucks is that most of the time, Bruce's paranoia DOES have a ground to stand on, dick gets hurt so many times over and over, but he needs to understand that not everyone appreciate that type of care, and dick feels like he's intruding or being too protective/controlling

and everyone has different ways of showing love and affection and sometimes someone's way doesn't fit with yours so you have to meet each other halfway, and it's something they both do as adults, with Jason it's more complicated, he really truly feels regret for not being able to avenge his death, but he can't avenge him in the way Jason wants him to, and Jason needs to understand that, Jason's anger stems from a lot of misunderstanding, but the main one isn't a misunderstanding, and that led him to believe that the rest aren't misunderstandings either but they are, Tim wasn't his replacement, Bruce mourned his death so heavily and he spiraled an even worse depressive episode than his parents death over Jason, and he *cares*

it's just that, he doesn't know how to show it, before he didn't even know that he was doing anything wrong, he doesn't know what he's doing wrong, and yeah he vaguely thinks that he should be more open but he *doesn't know how*, and he thinks that hes showing his care obviously and he doesnt need to do anymore but that isn't the case

to them, it's obvious

it's obvious how Bruce should be less protective of dick, it's obvious how dick should understand that Bruce is just paranoid over losing him, it's obvious that Bruce should've avenged Jason's death, and it's obvious how Bruce cant let himself cross the line

but it's not obvious to each other

not to mention that in a line of work like batman's, he needs to keep his emotions under control, he can't let himself lose it because he's already this close to crossing a line that he shouldn't, and when you show care you sometimes get upset or worried by it but batman shows it by stopping the cause of the problem and to do that he needs to stay calm, so the batkids don't know that he cares so so much and he thinks he's doing the right thing

do people not know how much his family means to him? his literal origin starts with his parents, the family he built now is so fucking important and do you fucking think he would ever think about abusing them??? of fucking course not. and I'm so sick and tired of people making him a bad dad when his and dick's conflicts literally started over Bruce being too overprotective, it's a problem but it's not because of abuse or neglect.

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #batfam #god i love them so much #i just think that they should be happy #they should be allowed to heal and grow from their mistakes #not let it bring them down again and again

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current-interest-writings · 3 years

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December 3rd

“Batboys X batmom

Hot Chocolate was the one thing all of the boys could agree on... as long as you were the one who was making it.

it was how you bonded with all of your children when Bruce first brought them home. you still remember all of the interactions:

DICK

he was just nine when he was brought to the manor, he had just lost his parents, just brought into a new life that he was going to take a while to adjust.

But you being there with a warm cup of hot coco at 3 am when he had nightmares made it easier.

the first week he had been with Bruce and you he had issues adjusting, he was having nightmares nightly and it broke your heart to hear it.

so on his eighth night in the house you heard his screaming and you bolted out of bed. you gently opened his door and turned on his lamp, he was shaking and frighted and you slowly moved towards him.

“if you don’t want to talk about it... would you maybe want some late night/ early morning hot chocolate?”

He just nodded and seemed unable to speak, but he followed you and watched you make the hot chocolate.

it made him feel cared for and it felt nice. you didn't know it but your nightly routine would be changed forever. but hot coco at 3 am was the perfect bonding for the two of you. no words needed, just two people enjoying hot coco.

JASON

Jason had a rough childhood, parents who didn't seem to care what he did or who he was around or if he was even around at all. and when you had heard that you had been pissed off. how could someone not love this little boy!

but he didn't have 3 am nightmares like dick did or at least he wasn't so loud if he did. but he would stay awake late and just think about his parents and compare them to you and Bruce. you gave him love without him needing to beg for it. Bruce paid attention to him far more than his own father did. and Dick seemed excited about him being there.

but he was still waiting for you to decide to just send him back to the streets. that was his biggest fear that he wouldn’t be able to fit into your family and you would make him leave and he would be lost again.

on his eighth night dick knocked on his door “are you awake?” he whispered to the door. Jason almost wanted to say nothing but instead “ yeah why?”

“come to the kitchen there’s something i want to share with you!”

and he could hear dick walking down the stairs and Jason decided maybe this was Dicks’ way of telling him to get lost and that there was only enough room for one kid in this house.

but when he got down the stairs and into the kitchen he saw you and dick, dick was sitting at the counter and happily waved him to sit next to him. and he did slowly. as soon as he sat down two mugs were placed in front of the boys

“Do you want whipped cream or marshmallows?”

he was shocked not sure if this was a trick but next to him he could hear dick

“ can i have both?! Jason you have to try it. its soooo good. Oh and don’t tell Bruce or Alfred. this is our little thing. just the three of us.

you weren't kicking him out... you were inviting him into something and sharing apart of your family traditions with him. He felt so loved in that moment and eagerly nodded. and you gave him the most loving smile.

and even after his death the same thing still made him feel like he belonged was hot coco at “ridiculous hours of the night with his mom and siblings.”

TIM

Tim had parents, not great ones but he had them none the less. while you hated the way they treated him you still respected them being in the picture in general.

even though you had loss Jason and nothing could ever fill that void in your hear, it felt good to have two boys in the house again. and while Tim knew he had parents he still would hoped to be allowed to see you that way.

you treated him better than his mother ever had. with more love and care and even taking a few days to just understand what he was interested in. and Dick was friendly with what seemed like everyone, so he didn't think much of it.

but after Tims parents had passed, he was adopted into your family. and this time you were the one to invite him to have hot coco. it wasn't the first time you had asked him but he never said yes because he felt like it was invasive like it was something that he shouldn't be doing, but this time you didn't give him the choice.

so he joined and you all laughed and for a moment while drinking hot coco he could just live in the moment and enjoy the company and the hot coco.

but when Jason came back and seemed to hate him, Tim stopped showing up to hot coco time until you dragged him out of his room. and told Jason that Tim wasn't his “replacement” he was his new brother and he could be angry but not during hot coco time.

DAMIEN

He had come in with an attitude that he is better than anyone, which you did not appreciate so you didn't bother to give him the reactions he wanted. He was a child who was merely raised and told to think he was better than everyone else because he was blood, which in this house meant nothing.

but after being at your home for a few months damien had learned of the hot coco time in the kitchen. and as much as damien wanted to be apart of the family he didn’t know how to ask, nor did he feel he should have to as he is the blood son of batman.

but you could see past the facade that the kid was putting on, but you were waiting to see how the kid would change before inviting him to hot coco. the boys and Bruce and poor Alfred were having to deal with the kids attitude worse than you.

but you could see the kid who just wanted to be loved, much like Jason, Damien just didnt have that parental physical affection that a child deserves. but he would get to be better and you would be more than willing to be his mother when he was ready.

but that time didnt come for almost a year, and that was because Damien had come to you after a rough day at school and having to deal with comments about his appearance or the fact that he was a person of color in what seemed like a sea of white kids at the Gotham academy.

he had come to you upset and vented his feelings to you without insulting you or his brothers the entire time. it greatly impressed you. and he had asked “can i join you and the others for your nightly ritual of drinking whatever is in those mugs?” you smiled at the young boy

“of course you can, no one can be upset when drinking hot chocolate. especially not my family recipe.”

and Damien smiled. he would have a fun time with you and the other boys.

they seemed shocked to see him there but quickly got over it and invited him over to sit with them and talk while you made hot coco. it was one of the biggest bonding moment for you and your boys.

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bruce knew about the hot coco gatherings in the kitchen during most nights. he knew because you and him used to do them before you adopted Dick, but now it was more you and your boys tradition. Bruce still shared hot coco with you. but he also got to share a room with you. he knew it was magic in a cup.

but he saw how it helped all of his sons begin to relax more. they were all mama’s boys and your hot coco was how all the kids began to open up and trust more.

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the boys all knew when they had a rough day or were having problems with eachother they would put it aside for a few hours every night, to sip hot coco with their mom and just be able to relax and enjoy the holidays and the year.

#batfamily and batmom imagine #batmom x batfamily imagines #batman #batman x you #batman x reader #bayboys #richard grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damien wayne #bruce wayne #bruce wyane x reader #25 days of ficmas

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chokemewanda · 3 years

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Resurrection

Main Masterlist Only Child Series Masterlist part sixteen / part seventeen / part eighteen chapter warnings: sarcasm, swearing, human trafficking, violence, panic attacks, mention of rape,

It took a long time for her to get cleared for combat again and no one was happy about it when she was. She had agreed to step off the Human Trafficking case and let Agent Thirteen take point. She may have not liked her but she knew she'd be just as focused as Y/N had been.

She was allowed to leave the tower but she was always conveniently joined by someone who happened to need a breath of fresh air every so often. Any other time she'd make a game of it, see if she could escape without notice but she knew better. She announced herself every time she thought about leaving to give her designated babysitter time to join her.

Her first mission back was a lead Steve had gotten on the case he'd had before she'd been in what they were referring to as her 'incident'. She'd never gotten the background on that fight and she felt too awkward to ask anyway.

Just before the alarm had sounded she had been talking to Hill who was keeping her in the loop. Sharon had tracked the mass movement to Germany and they were going to infiltrate the group tonight, hopefully rescuing as many of those girls as possible. Hill was going in there herself to get whoever had been behind the explosions.

"You take care of yourself. I don't fancy being an orphan twice over." Hill had signed off with a laugh, reminding her that she'd always have her other multitude of parents. Seconds later the alarm sounded.

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"Biological weapons are being sold on the black market in London. We're expecting to get the drop on this one but we're facing enhanced and so everyone needs to keep their fronts up. An old acquaintance of ours will be showing face, he is more dangerous than we thought before." Steve warned everyone. Y/N was double-checking her gun because Natasha hadn't loaded it, her way of getting back at all the secrecy.

"Fucking Rumlow." Bucky spat and Y/N froze, turning away from the gun she was loading to look at Steve who was barking orders about teams. Ice ran through her veins but she shook it off, putting on a light smile.

"Rumlow is dead silly." She teased Bucky. "Remember, he fell under that building Steve dropped a hellicarrier on."

"Or so we thought." Steve sighed and Y/N shook her head again. She was wearing a small smile but her eyes were wild. "He's been operating under a new name. Cross Bones. Just recently resurfaced."

"Rumlow is dead." She repeated. "He got a building dropped on him. He was just a man. A bad man but a man."

"Is this going to be an issue?" Steve asked and Y/N sat down heavily as the truth hit her as hard as that building had hit Rumlow.

"I'm going to have to bow out." She told them breathlessly. "Hill needs me in Germany anyway."

"Bow out? You've never once turned your back on a mission before." Natasha argued and the quinjet fell silent.

"You said you were done with external missions." Bruce spoke up from the co-pilot's seat at the same time. The first words he'd said to her in weeks.

"Rumlow is different. I'm not strong enough to fight something that evil." She told them. She placed a hand up to her chest as she struggled to breathe. Something was wrong, maybe she shouldn't have been cleared for combat.

Too late, Sweetheart.

"Kid, like you said. He's just a man. An enhanced one but nothing we can't beat." Tony could recognize the signs of a panic attack from a mile away and he could see the panic clawing at Y/N. She began to claw at her chest in an effort to get air in.

"He's more than that. He's a monster." Y/N spoke through gasps and she wondered why there suddenly wasn't enough air on the quinjet. Something was wrong, why couldn't they sense it.

Too late, Sweetheart.

"Sure he worked with Hydra but we face them on the reg-"

"He didn't just work for Hydra. He wasn't just a double agent. He was the man who trapped a woman, imprisoning her and impregnating her against her will, and then he took the kid and gave it to Hydra to raise as their own brand of a soldier!" Y/N didn't mean to scream her words but she couldn't fucking breathe until Tony took her hand, having shed his suit and held it to his chest.

Too late, Sweetheart. Too late, Sweetheart. Too late. Too late. Too late. Too late. She had been too late.

"Breathe with me." It took several minutes of silence to get her breathing back to normal and the ringing in her ears to cease. When she finally did look up mortification flooded her at the thought of having just bared her soul like that.

"I mean, I heard he did that. To someone else. Another kid. A boy I think." She said, resolutely not making eye contact. "Bucky is my dad so I wouldn't know."

She looked up when Bucky didn't object and caught the pity in his eyes.

"Oh screw this. I'll see you when I get back from Germany." She pulled on a chute and Steve grabbed her arms.

"You don't run missions without us. Not anymore." He was trying to be supportive but all she could hear was him telling her what she could do.

"Shows what you know, Cap. I'm Rumlow's kid. Not yours and I've been running missions without you for over four years." She pulled the emergency hatch and against all protests behind her, she jumped.

///

She hitched a ride with Charlie Team to Germany. She caught them packing up in Shield Headquarters and it hadn't taken much convincing to get them to let her tag along. Not to blow her own horn but she was the reason all the teams had escaped without casualties. There were a lot of minor injuries and even more serious ones. But no one had died and she was going to exploit their gratitude.

They touched down in the German base and Hill turned almost red when she spotted her but knew there was nothing to be done about it now.

"Bruce wants you to know your grounded. Fury wants you to know that you kept important information private and after this mission your benched." Hill warned her before letting her join the briefing Agent Hill was giving.

"I thought he was dead. Hence the orphan status." Y/N hissed but Hill only shot her a look and she shut herself up.

She was working with the Bravo Team, Agent Thirteen put her on point. They were infiltrating an auction. A human auction. The thought of it made her sick and she was certain that this time they'd get revenge.

Too late, Sweetheart.

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toki-macross · 3 years

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Crossover Fever

Preface this, I will be rambling about my Scooby/Batman universe, which is a Alternate Universe from my main stories with the gang as adults and Mystery is their business Though my stories are mostly the between mysteries as mainly Slice of Life type stories. So, taking all that as past history, and then at some point splintering off to made this timeline to add Batman into the mix.

And as I mentioned in a previous post, I have plans to make a Scooby/Batman/Addams Family crossover story. So, this is my rambles of some of the notes that I have planned. I do need to get that far though in my plot, as Velma has only just started to date Bruce and they haven't rolled into all the High Society things that I have planned. So, dragging her to things like the Museum and Gala's. So, all the parties and putting Velma on the spot! XD All the plans. Working on it. But this will probably be a side story, that is part of the main timeline, but written as it's own story for ease of access to read. So, onward to the notes!

"So this museum thing tonight, you are putting some of your swords on display and there is a charity going on?"

"Yeah, though it isn't just me. There was another gentleman who was putting up some of his collection. I don't know him much more then reputation alone. He is a bit of an eccentric billionaire-"

"Aren't you all?"

"Well, even more so then normal. At least if rumors are to be believed. Some old money though, between him and his wife but not locals to Gotham. They are apparently here for some sight seeing. They like the gothic architecture, or something like that."

"Hmmmm.... Eccentric Billionaire, weapon collection, affinity for gothic architecture. No... it can't be."

"Can't be, what?" Bruce asked before a voice ran out behind them.

"VELMA! Get over here and give me a hug. I didn't know you would be here at this little shindig."

"Velma? And you are?" Caught off guard, Bruce turned to the man who was hugging his Girlfriend.

"Gomez. Gomez Addams my boy!"

"Boy?"

Velma shakes her head, used to Gomez's behavior.

"Velma, when did you get the good sense to try out wearing black? Mortisha would be so mad she missed you like this."

Shaking his own head, Bruce sighed. "...We really need to sit down and talk about who you all know." ~~~ "Where Mortisha?"

"Oh, she heard that there was a observatory, that was overrun by some carnivorous plants. She wanted to take a cutting to see if it would take at home for the garden."

Poison ivy had just got captured from there making Bruce look at Velma for a second, worried.

"Your wife is trying to see man eating, carnivorous plants?"

"Oh, they are man eating. That is just splendid!"

"But-but that area is crime scene. She shouldn't be allowed in."

"That is why she brought the kids! They always love a good crime scene. Especially an active one. Pity though, Wednesday is going to miss people appreciating her crossbows."

"Oh, she let you borrow [insert name of someone known for crossbows]?"

"Yes, the little scamp only made me give up my kidneys for it. No matter, they grow back to match the third one."

Confused Bruce noises. ~~~ I really want Bruce and Gomez fighting the bad guys off, and well possibly some 'friendly fire' emphasis on the friendly

And maybe say something about how The Three of them would fight the bad guys when Velma asks if they need to ask for backup.

And Gomez is like, "Oh Velma, Bruce is allowed to join us as well? You are so nice to let him join us for fighting... "

Since you know, Mortisha knows best

And I figure he would have invited her, but it would be not fair.

"Not fair for her?"

No, not fair for him, it's rarely he gets to duel with someone, let alone his own skill level. He tries to fight her, but he can never hurt her.

"Oh, because he loves her? Why you go easy on her?"

"Me, go easy on her? No my Boy, it's the other way around. She just beats me so easily that it isn't even the fun kind... Maybe later though. Once they get back to the hotel. " ~~~ Maybe Velma and Mortisha could duel later and maybe she'll be a challenge XD

Oh, also the reason Bruce says he knows how to sword fight, is that he took fences as a kid in boarding school XD

That, and when you own a collection, what is worth having it if you don't sword fight yourself in a mirror?

That or he was a theater kid. Or both. All of the above XD

Velma abashed "You.. a theater kid?" Places hand on her chest and gasps. "Noooooo. I could neeeeeever see that." Deadpan look

Gothamite at the museum. "Could you lovers banter later and get more with the stabbing of bad guys? I want to make it out by eleven."

~~~

Goon 2 to Goon 1 "Hey what did the boss say about his contingency plans? Is there anything for dumpy pale man, in a suit with a sword?"

"Nah, he has plans for bats, birds and the annoying occasional cat, clown or plant. But nothing about short men with swords... Well, ignoring Penguin but he falls in the bird category."

"Ahhhh, yeah, they do look similar. Thought without the umbrella. But that is a sword."

"Maybe he's an Addams, young pup! Never met an Addams who didn't like a good sword in his umbrella. Or a cane for that matter." Gomez makes a stab at Bruce while the men try to look over their notes.

"Hey, why are you stabbing at me? They are the ones trying to rob us!"

Velma shakes her head and shrugs, having dealt with Addams. Been forced to randomly swordfight before when she was baby sitting the younger Addams. Actually, sword fighting was more preferable to the poison and electricity.

"Yes old bean, but it is rude to stab a man when they are not armed. Plus they are looking over their plans. Only gentlemanly for us to wait for them to get it straightened out."

Goon 1 "Much obliged. Hey, I like this guy!"

"Velma!" Looking accusingly at her not stopping Gomez.

"Well, are you really worried about it?"

"Well... No. But I guess I can... while we wait."

"That's the ticket, en guard!"

~~~ This last bit feels the most Addams to me. I was really enjoying it, but this was one of those kinda of notes, that I wasn't allowed to sleep until it was done, less I lose it. So each of these notes were typed to make sure I caught them, and now put them in kinda of an order, My original notes were not in chronological order. ~~~ Batman shows up.

"What is the old bean doing up there?"

Velma freaks out knowing that Gomez just totally figured out his identity. And is trying not to be jealous because of how easy it was for him. But reacts in a way that only her knowing of him, she is able to keep his secret.

"Forgive him for not saying goodbye. But he had other matters, as you can see. But being a man as famous as yourself and such a snappy dresser. You should be able to understand. He needs to keep this secret from the world, less everyone know how fashionable he could be. The crowd would be all over him."

"Ah, it is a curse. Yes. But I understand. I shall keep his secret."

"Thank you. It would be horrible for people to find out his secret good taste."

"Well of course my dear. He did pick you after all. He has excellent taste."

Velma blushes into next year. ~~~ And this is all I got so far, while I was trying to sleep, but this kept on coming in chunks. I love it though. I had come up with some of the idea, but this fills out more of the fun. XD Ah, writer problems. But Eventually, I will write this one. Feels like so much fun.

#Scooby plus Batman plus Addams Family equals Chaos! Fun for the whole family!#writer things #not fr #writing #Scooby doo fanfiction #Batman Fanfiction #Addams Family Fanfiction #All of the above XD And it's all canon #Velma and the Gang babysat the Addams kids and Batman has worked with Scooby Gang many a time. So #Shared universe. Darn comma makes a new tag.

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part ten

Summary: Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life. They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected.

Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occurred she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.

Though Steve showed no signs of leaving or the anger Y/n had feared, she still felt the anxiety that came from revealing her true past. He was supportive, as he always was and so was everyone else once they were told. Tony only had a mere, 'I knew it' to add to the subject and while Y/n was touched, she couldn't help the array of things she felt.

Foolish was one of them. Hiding her past from them before was stupid but Steve insisted that her going underground was probably best since HYDRA would've searched for her. While that brought her some solace she was still uncomfortable with the idea of becoming more involved. Something always went wrong and Nat was proof.

She missed her friend badly and Y/n couldn't help but feel it was her own cursed luck that had taken Nat. It was ridiculous to think that she could ever be happy. Stupid to think she could help her friends bring back everyone. Stupid to think she might actually meet her soulmate.

"Hey, kid. We're going to put the stones together." Tony cut into Y/n's racing thoughts. Her gaze lifted from the drawing Steve had given her, settling on Tony as he leaned in through the doorway.

She didn't know why she was still looking at the picture or why she had even accepted it. She wanted to believe she was still furious, still resentful. Wanted to force all the pain and guilt she felt into him once more. But in all reality she was just so lost. For years she pretended to be someone else and now that she was free to be the girl she once was, she didn't even remember who that was.

A genius? A hero? A terrified little orphan? She had no idea but she didn't want to be any. She wanted to be Y/n, a friend and a psychiatrist. She now understood why Steve wanted her around. He needed someone to remind him of who he was, who he truly was.

Was James that person once?

Was that why she found herself gazing at the sketch, hoping for a split second that maybe she could go back to the moment that was drawn? Praying to go back to a time where James Barnes was fighting for his past and his own will. A time where he might comfort her like he did Steve over the death of Nat. A time where his thoughts were his own and so we're his actions.

Y/m almost hated herself for despising him. Though she knew there was still much to his story she was too scared to ask, she knew he was nothing more than a tortured soul with a gun. She couldn't figure out how the man in the drawing was the same man who'd nearly killed her.

It wasn't.

Noticing her broken expression, Tony hesitantly stepped into the room coming to sit with her. Her fingers gently held the page and he looked down at it, recognizing the face instantly. It sent a chill through his spine, seeing the same face almost ripped the arc reactor straight from his chest.

It had taken him years to forgive Steve but he still struggled to do the same with the man who murdered his parents in cold blood. All the hatred toward his parents' assassin had gone unresolved since Steve and Bucky left him at that frozen HYDRA base. And once forgiving Steve, Tony had no other outlet and he found it difficult to sit there with the picture.

So he tried to focus on something else.

"So, you and Ms. Romanoff were close?" He mumbled trying poorly to begin consoling her. She nodded numbly, folding the paper and setting it aside.

The emotions she felt were mixed and intense making it hard for her to filter through her feelings but one surfaced more than others. Guilt.

"Ever since the snap." She replied, her shoulders slack. Tony and Nat had their own relationship, one much older than her own but they'd been apart for so long. Ever since Nat went off the grid with Steve and even after the snap when he distanced himself from all of them, they hardly interacted. But they were friends. The type of friends that wouldn't be parted even by death.

"Do you think things would be different if I hadn't showed up?" Y/n asked him suddenly. He looked over at her studying her guilt ridden eyes that she kept trained on the floor. It was a familiar look, one he wore often. But not one he wanted her to.

"Natasha wasn't the type of person to let anyone dictate her choices. I think she was ready to give her life for a cause and none of us could've stopped her." Tony sighed, the weight of her death finally reaching its max. "Not even a couple of geniuses."

•••

"Let's hope this doesn't blow up." Tony mumbled next to her. The small group consisting of them with the addition of Bruce and Rocket stood in the lab, waiting in anticipation as Tony carefully placed the stones in the gauntlet. With his shaking hands it was difficult to be precise while he manipulated the machine but he managed to place all six stones in their respective places. They held their breath unsure if the stones would react or blow up the lab as Tony feared.

"Boom!" Rocket yelled suddenly making all of them flinch. He began to laugh loudly and they all turned to him with annoyed looks. Y/n slapped the back of his head, cutting his laughing short as she walked off trying to ignore the trembling in her legs. Tony muttered something under his breath moving to bring the gauntlet to a more accessible area for the wearer.

"You're an asshole." Y/n groaned. Tony walked past them, putting the gauntlet on a display table that made it hover a couple inches above.

"Come on, it was funny!" Rocket argued, earning an unamused stare from both Tony and Y/n.

It took a few minutes for Bruce to collect everyone but eventually everyone was gathered around the gauntlet. Most had expressions Y/n familiarized with PTSD and once following their gazes she realized their experience with the gauntlet Thanos wore was resurfacing.

Hopefully, with the new one they'd be able to reverse what he'd done. But the trauma would stay. That she knew.

"All right. The glove's ready. Question is, who's gonna snap their fucking fingers?" Rocket questioned, looking up at the group. Their options were limited since most people in the room were only human, even Steve.

"I'll do it." Thor volunteered without hesitation. He drunkenly stepped forward making everyone turn to him with confused and reluctant looks. Their choices were limited but they weren't desperate enough to put such a powerful object on a drunk god.

"Excuse me?" Scott asked, glancing around at the others for one of them to tell Thor what a bad idea it was.

"It's okay." Thor insisted, marching forward with a purpose. Steve moved to stop him with the help of Tony making the poor large man pause.

"No, no, no, whoa. Stop. Stop. Wait a sec. Hey, hey–" Everyone was a mess of refusal and Thor's face turned hurt as he tried to continue.

"Wait, wait, Thor, just wait. We haven't decided who's gonna put that on yet." Steve explained. Thor shifted on his feet, clearly upset with their rejection.

"I'm sorry. What, we're just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?" He asked,

annoyed. Scott looked to Y/n hoping she might use some of her 'therapist powers' he called them after realizing she really couldn't read minds.

"We should at least discuss it." Y/n tried to reason. Thor shook his head stubbornly, swaying unsteadily on his feet.

"No, no, sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back. I'm the strongest Avenger, okay? So this responsibility falls upon me. It's my duty." He told them, gesturing to the gauntlet then himself.

"It's not about that–" Tony told him gently, coming to stand in front of him as he started to move Thor back. Thor resisted but was unsuccessful as he started to grow emotional. "Hey buddy-" Tony tried again only to be cut short by Thor frantically shushing him and everyone else.

"Stop it! Just let me! Just let me do it. Just let me do something good. Something right." Thor begged, tears filling his eyes. He was desperate to prove he was worthy, to prove he could still be the hero he once was.

"Look– It's not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent, I'm telling you, you're in no condition." Tony fought. There was no way they were going to let him hold the fate of the world in his hand while he was drunk. Even the Thor he was years ago shouldn't have held that kind of power, it was too risky.

"What do you– What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?" Thor asked, his eyes studying Tony's for any kind of hope that might tell him they would let him make the sacrifice.

"Cheez Whiz?" Rhodey scoffed, earning a glare from Y/n. Thor looked over at Rhodey pointing a shaky finger at him as he tried not to cry in frustration. He held onto Tony, grasping at his shoulders and prying Tony's attention away from Rhodey's comment.

"Lightning." Thor corrected, looking back to Tony with pleading eyes. Tony nodded but he knew he couldn't allow Thor to wear the gauntlet. "Lightning." Thor repeated, distraught but Tony's reaction.

"Lightning won't help you, pal. It's gotta be me." Bruce announced suddenly. Thor shook his head letting go of Tony. "You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive." Bruce explained.

"How do we know you will?" Steve questioned as Bruce paced over to the gauntlet.

"We don't. But the radiation's mostly gamma. It's like...I was made for this." Bruce mumbled. He gazed intensely at the stones, silently calculating his odds. If the Hulk couldn't handle this, was this really how he was going to die? And if so would it even work?

They looked at each other knowing it was their best chance at bringing them back. They had to take it.

Tony stepped forward, grabbing the gauntlet and handing it to Bruce as they headed to a more secure part of the lab.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Y/n asked Bruce quietly. She knew how Nat's death had affected him and she refused to make the same mistake with him.

"Yes. We have to finish this." He declared. Y/n watched as he paced forward to catch up with Tony as she lagged behind to Steve.

"Do you think this will work?" Steve questioned. Y/n chewed her lip anxiously, focusing her stare at the gauntlet as Steve came to stand beside her.

"Bruce's gamma radiation is stronger and most equipped to handle the energy but it's still dangerous. The stones are too powerful together, I didn't think they were ever really meant to be used together." She sighed, hating the sacrifices that came with saving the world. If they lost someone else just for this to not work was it really even worth trying?

"Bruce is strong." Steve tried to ease her worry but it wasn't enough.

"I know. I just-I can't keep losing people, Steve. It's like a curse. Every time I try to do something good…-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're not gonna lose anyone else. Not on my watch." Steve promised but both of them knew it was practically empty. There was no guarantee. "Let's just bring everyone back."

Y/n tried to smile but like his promise it was hollow. "Yeah, okay."

"Good to go, yeah?" Tony questioned as Bruce carefully held the piece in his large hands. He seemed anxious but who wouldn't be in that situation.

"Let's do it." He confirmed as Y/n and Steve returned to the group. She walked around him, stopping beside Tony and sharing a steady nod.

"You remember–everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you're just bringing them back to now, today. Don't change anything from the last five years." Tony told him seriously.

"Got it." Bruce assured. Then suddenly the room grew quiet and a tenseness settled in the air that Y/n was too amazed to catch onto. For the first time she realized she was living the dream of millions of people. Everyone had readied themselves and Y/n watched as they stood there in their superhero uniforms, the power and determination they all had washing over her.

Tony pressed his chest allowing his suit to expand and morph to his body, a shield lighting up before him. His stare then drifted to Y/n who still stood there in her casual clothes, watching them all confused and out of place. Why were they getting ready now? They were doing this here?

"Hey, kiddo. Come on." Tony urged, motioning to her earpiece. She gave a soft 'oh' mimicking him as she pressed the button making her own suit appear. A shield of her own design came to her forearm and Tony eyed it curiously.

"Did you mess with the suit?" He asked, the seriousness in his tone startling her a bit. She shrugged, looking at him defensively.

"Yeah, you said it was just a prototype so I fixed it a bit." She explained. He looked away, grateful she couldn't see the entertained smirk on his lips as he turned back to Bruce.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., do me a favor and activate Barn Door Protocol. Will you?" Tony called. Y/n had gotten used to the suit during the time she could spare to examine it and she put 70% power into the armor, figuring if something did go wrong it probably wouldn't hurt to be a little more protected.

"Yes, boss." F.R.I.D.A.Y replied. Metal doors began to close off the lab as the compound went into lockdown and if the seriousness of the situation hadn't set in yet it definitely did then as Y/n widened her stance to try and brace herself.

"Everybody comes home." Bruce reminded himself, cautiously reaching his hand into the gauntlet. The gauntlet expanded to fit his hand thanks to Tony's nanotech but as soon as it was fully on the power of the stones surged through him. He grunted in pain collapsing to his knees as the energy began to burn into his arm.

"Take it off! Take it off!" Thor cried, waving his hands as Bruce shakily held the gauntlet. Steve stepped forward, keeping anyone from acting.

"No, wait. Bruce, are you okay?" Steve questioned. He knew more than anyone that just because something was painful didn't mean they couldn't do it.

"Talk to me, Banner." Tony called, becoming more concerned with each unresponsive moment. Y/n started moving to help but froze as Bruce looked up at them.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." He insisted. They eased up a little and everyone watched carefully as he tried to regain control of the stones. Thor gave a double thumbs up, watching the scene before him with an astounded expression.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y what are his vitals?" Y/n questioned anxiously. Charts bloomed around Bruce and she quickly read them realizing his heart rate was dangerously high. In fact everything was high, his blood pressure, his respiration rate, even his body temperature had increased. Bruce screamed again, fighting the instinct to remove the gauntlet from the overwhelming pain it caused him as he lined up his fingers.

The world seemed to stop at the echoing of the snap, the fated sound she'd only heard about for five years finally filling her head the same way it had for the others.

He fainted and the gauntlet fell off his arm, clattering on the floor before Clint quickly kicked it away from him.

"Bruce!" Steve called, kneeling beside him as the others rushed forward to check on him. Y/n tugged the remains of his sleeve back gently as Tony kneeled beside her, holding up his hand.

"Don't move him." Tony demanded, applying a coolant spray from his fingertips over Bruce's arm. Bruce groaned, reaching out and grabbing Steve's arm urgently.

"Did it work?" He questioned breathlessly, keeping his large hand tight around Steve's arm. Thor gave him a reassuring smile while Y/n looked over the damage of his arm.

"We're not sure. It's okay." Thor soothed, his voice hopeful as he turned his gaze toward the door where the lab was starting to open up again. Scott walked off to the now open area and some of the others spread out to see what had happened but Y/n stayed at Bruce's side.

"You did great, Bruce." She told him, giving him a smile to which he returned, though it was a bit more pained. A muted vibrating came from the table on the other side of the room and Y/n turned to see Clint walking over to it almost numb.

Did it work?

"Honey? Honey." Clint spoke, his voice quivering in joy as Y/n looked at Tony. They shared a wide eyed glance, both rattled by the idea that they might have actually won.

Y/n wished to look at her wrist, praying that the countdown she had before the snap returned. She couldn't even remember how many days it had read back then but it didn't matter anymore. She just wanted to meet her soulmate. Would he be looking for her?

Were his eyes really blue?

But their victory couldn't last long and Y/n knew that as she followed Bruce's gaze to the skylight above them. There flying menacingly above the compound was the biggest spacecraft she had ever seen and dread instantly set in upon seeing the missile coming their way.

"Look out!" Y/n screamed, trying to warn the others but it was too late. Her helmet quickly came forward along with her shield which she tried desperately to put over Bruce's head, protecting her and him from falling debris. But the roof wasn't the only thing falling apart.

The floor split and some of the group fell into the large hole while Y/n struggled to regain her balance. She quickly looked around her, catching sight of Steve sliding across the floor toward the hole. Using the thrusters, she launched forward, grabbing hold of one of the straps to his uniform and dragging him back toward Tony.

The building was falling down around them and any means of escape were closing off faster than she could find them. Steve managed to climb to his feet again but before either of them could come up with a plan a large piece of the roof fell, striking Y/n down. She cried out falling through the floor to the room below, getting pinned on her stomach under the roofing.

"Y/n!" Steve yelled, peering down into the hole. Y/n gasped, the impact knocking the wind out of her. Tony looked down too, the two men struggling to keep themselves up as they waited anxiously for her to speak.

"Minimal damage to prototype armor." F.R.I.D.A.Y announced making Y/n groan. She slowly lifted herself up using her back to push off the rumble before leaning back on her knees, panting slightly.

"You call that minimal?" She questioned, annoyed. Tony chuckled through the headset, her reply giving him a little relief knowing she was alright.

"The suits can handle more than we can, kid." He explained. Y/n grumbled, climbing to her feet. She didn't care how durable the suit was, she was still very much human inside the metal and every hit the suit felt, she did too.

"Are you okay?" Steve called, leaning closer to the edge of the hole. Tony put a hand on his chest, keeping him from falling in while Y/n slowly climbed to her feet.

"Yeah. I'm fine, Steve." She waved her hand pretending to be nonchalant before coughing from how forcefully her lungs had been emptied. They were about to attempt to go down to her when the floor they were on shifted and Steve fell over, sliding off to another part in the lab.

"Cap!" Tony called, trying to reach out and catch him. Steve called back that he would be alright giving Tony a little assurance as he turned his gaze back to Y/n. "This building is falling apart!" He called down to her.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, looking around at the floor around her. She had landed in the living room area, one of her favorite places but like the rest of the facility it was falling to ruin.

"Find the stones. We can't risk losing them." Tony instructed. Y/n let out a short sigh, the weight of the task making her stomach turn.

"Is it too late to go home?" She joked. Tony smiled softly unbeknownst to Y/n. The building shook again with another hit and he knew he wouldn't have long to talk to her.

"No." He answered truthfully. If she could find a way out, there would be nothing stopping her. She could easily fly away and forget about this. "But you know what they say. It only takes one fight to make a hero." Tony explained.

Y/n pierced her lips, knowing that she never really intended on leaving. She was all in from the moment Scott had been yelling into the camera and though she'd been doubtful before, she knew this was where she was meant to be.

"Go be Iron Star." Tony chuckled, making her scoff and shake her head. Of course, he had to ruin the moment.

"We really gotta talk about that name!" She called, turning away and running off toward the window to her left. Using the thrusters in the metallic boots she flew forward and smashed through the glass, unsteadily keeping herself in the air outside.

"Just find the stones."

•••

When Bucky had woken up he was right where he'd been in Wakanda. T'Challa ran to him trying very hastily to explain what had happened. They had been gone for five years according to the wizard man they called 'Strange' and now they needed to come fight Thanos again.

While Bucky was usually quick to understand and move on to the next fight, he couldn't help but stop at this news. He'd promised himself that the fight with Thanos was the last time so that he could find his soulmate but he was still fighting. When would it stop?

For a split second he feared maybe his chance at meeting his soulmate had come and gone and he frantically ripped back his right sleeve to look at his wrist.

"3 days?" Sam asked, peeking down at Bucky's arm as T'Challa organized his army. Bucky numbly nodded, his heart racing as he watched the seconds tick away. He was three days away from her.

He had to make it through this time.

No matter what.

•••

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you scan the compound for the stones' energy signature?" Y/n questioned, looking over the wreckage of what was once the Avengers compound. It didn't even look the same, all blown to the foundation with rubble spread around like a battlefield.

"I detect energy levels matching the stones underneath the building in the sewer systems. You should have access through what's left of the first floor." The A.I. answered. Y/n flew over to the nearest opening of the building, using micro lasers to burn a hole into the floor leading down into the sewers.

She jumped down into it, landing as quietly as possible before looking around. It was hard to see much, the only light being the blaring red light of the alarm system but the tunnel appeared empty other than the obvious debris and flooding. She cautiously walked forward watching as her display outlined the surrounding area.

It was eerily silent, the soft trickling of water putting her on edge as she continued down the tunnel, following the power signature of the stones.

"I detect hostiles approaching." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke suddenly. Y/n watched carefully as her display changed, showing a clearer picture using an x-ray of the surroundings. The stones rapidly approached as did the hostiles and she quickly held up her hands, powering up the repulsors as Clint ran into her vision.

"Shoot 'em!" Clint screamed, narrowly dodging one of the creatures that lined the tunnel. Y/n did what he said, firing at the closest creature before moving onto the next, trying to hold them off long enough for Clint to run past her.

"What the hell are these things?!" She yelled, following after him as they both broke off into a sprint through the water.

"I don't know but I'm tired of this alien shit!" Clint shouted over his shoulder as Y/n glanced back at the creatures, firing again at one that got too close. Clint pulled out one of his arrows, throwing it into one of the pipes next to them before running faster.

Catching onto what he was doing, she picked up speed as well, jumping with him as the arrow exploded taking out most of the creatures. Y/n looked up from the ground, noticing that some of them had started to crawl through the flames making her climb to her feet, grabbing Clint under his arms.

She activated the thrusters and they launched up, faltering a bit since Y/n had barely learned to fly by herself let alone while carrying someone. Clint unsheathed his sword, yelling as he cut through some of the creatures that had climbed up beside them.

Once reaching the top Y/n dropped him to the side before falling herself, tumbling a few feet away. Clint climbed to his knees, holding out his sword as he let out a threatening shout. Thankfully, no other creatures appeared over the edge and he collapsed onto his back next to Y/n.

"Hey." Clint chuckled, nudging Y/n tiredly. "You're an Avenger now." He told her drawing a half-hearted laugh from her. She groaned the pain in her ribs increasing at the action and she put a hand over her side.

"Being an Avenger hurts."

•••

Once going through the portal the wizard had made, Bucky was met with a wasteland. Thanos and Steve watched as others arrived through the portals and while Steve's expression was much more relieved than Thanos', it was clear they were only evening the playing field as Bucky looked toward Thanos' forces.

The Wakandan armies chanted as hundreds of other heroes came through the portals, each ready for the final battle. He walked forward, coming to stand a few feet away from Steve as he studied the enemy across the way. He was determined to finish what they had started five years ago. He wanted to find his soulmate and he wanted this fight to truly be the last.

"Avengers!" Steve called. Bucky held his breath, hoping with everything he had that for all his misfortune over the years, today would end better.

He'd suffered for a lifetime.

Please let this be the last fight.

"Assemble."

Everyone yelled, running forward at Thanos' forces. The fight broke out and Bucky managed to find himself alongside the raccoon he'd encountered last time. They shared brief eye contact and Rocket's eyes flashed with recognition while Bucky tried to ignore him.

"How about now?!" Rocket yelled, motioning to his arm. Bucky glanced over at him, growing annoyed with the talking animal's persistence. What the hell would a raccoon do with his arm?

"No!" Bucky yelled back. He turned, noticing one of the creatures had been sneaking up on Steve while he had his back turned and Bucky quickly shot at it, knocking it down. Steve turned, giving Bucky a grateful and joyous smile. Bucky smiled back making sure to keep aware of the creatures around him.

"What the hell did you get me into, Steve?" Bucky yelled teasingly. His friend gave a short chuckle, using the large hammer to slam back another one of Thanos's creatures.

"Nothing two old men can't handle."

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