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creative-caramel-coffee · 9 months

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Cuddles and Colds

Prompt: “I don’t have time to sleep off a little cold.” (From Sombre Sapphics blog prompts)

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: your sick and wanda is there for you like always but your being difficult

TW: fever, flu (i think thats it let me know if i missed any)

Entering the room Wanda frowned at the sight. You were curled up in bed with the lights off and curtains drawn despite it being past midday. Your laptop was resting on your knees on the lowest possible brightness and yet you were still massaging your temples. Your cheeks and nose were a tad bit pink and you were sniffling softly.

“Baby?” Wanda called hesitant to make your obvious headache worse.

“Yes?” You said sounding mildly congested. Wanda winced at the sound knowing you didn’t feel good. “Are you feeling ok my love?” She asked coming to sit beside you on the bed. Frowning when she saw the mission report you were working on.

“Baby enough. It’s obvious you don’t feel good. You should rest not work. I can write that for you if you like.” She reached out to shut your laptop but you pulled it close to your chest making her frown.

“No. I cant.”

“Why not my love?” She asked always patient when it came to you and being sick.

“I don’t have time to sleep off a little cold.” You sniffed and couldn’t help the whine that left you when the air grated against your raw throat.

“Baby please. I know you feel like you need to work but let me help. You’ll let me help you right baby?” She cooed running her hands through your hair and frowning slightly at the damp warmth you were radiating.

“But- but I don’t have time.” She could see you were caving to the idea and she had to be gentle.

“You do my love.” She said gently, taking the laptop in the air with her magic so she could continue to stroke your hair. The red wisps closed it and placed it on the bedside. “Now sleep my sweet I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Ok ma’be a s’rt sl’ep” you slurred through the congestion and exhaustion which muddled your words.

You fell asleep quicker than normal nestled into Wanda thigh as she ran one hand through your hair and used the other to start finishing off your report.

You slept for about a half hour before Wanda could feel more and more heat radiating into her leg from your sleeping form. Knowing she had to wake you up to take your temperature she began running her hands up and down your arm.

“Sweetheart? Baby I need you to wake up for me my love.” She cooed softly and you eyes began to flicker. Her concern only grew as she saw your glassy eyes which looked at her seemingly unseeing despite your open eyes.

“Damn wan’s what dib u do while i was ‘seeping i fell awf’l” you croaked sounding much worse than earlier.

“Honey,” she frowned, “you feel way too warm. I think you have a fever.” She cooed.

“M’k bu’ can you geb rib of the mag’c now” you said still awfully congested.

Wanda frowned and read your mind as she realised you thought she was using her magic to make you rest. “honey” she said storing your damp hair and studying your face carefully to monitor how you felt. “My love I think your delirious and we really need to take your temp.”

“No no.” You began to squirm not really understanding “Need to work.” Gently Wanda pushed you back down into the pillows as you caved and sunk back into your little nest. “Baby I finished your report for you its ok” She was concerned at how easily you relented knowing you still didn’t understand.

You pulled the laptop off the side table and started keying in your passcode slowly struggling to read the keys.

“No no no my love” Wanda said scolding softly, “you need to rest or you wont get better. Now can i take your temp my sweet? Its just to make sure we don’t need to see Bruce and your brain is doing ok.” She said placing the laptop back on the bedside table.

“Depends” you sniffed and Wanda smiled softly at your bargaining. “will i be rewarded afterwards?” You asked

“You can have snuggles” Wanda shrugged glad you were being more agreeable.

You thought about it for a second before opening your mouth indicating wanda to put in the thermometer. Wanda chuckled softly at your antics

“let me go get it first my love.” She said using a finger to shut your jaw. “stay here now while I do my sweet.” She turned to you and and lent down the place a kiss on your warm forehead frowning at the warmth still burning under your skin.

“Ok” you said drowsily as you snuggled into her side again. “Don’t go.” You said as she began to pull away to find the thermometer. She would use her magic but she didn’t know where it was other than then general vicinity which wasn’t enough for her magic to work.

“I’ll only be a minute my love.” Wanda says peeling you sweat dampened form off her thigh. You whined like a child and Wanda shushed you softly.

“None of that now my love just a minute.” Once she had sat you back into the pile of pillows she darted off to the bathroom to grab the device.

Returning a moment later she guided you into a sitting position again. You lent heavily against her and without opening your eyes opened you mouth again. Carefully Wanda guided the thermometer into your mouth using a gentle finger to slowly close your open mouth. You swayed slightly and Wanda wrapped her arms around you shoulder to keep you upright until she could take out the thermometer.

“Oh baby you really don’t feel good do you my sweet?” She asked and you hummed a response. “Its ok I’ll look after you.”

The thermometer beeped and you jolted slightly as it surprised you in your fevered haze.

“Shh shh baby its just the device. Your ok.” She said brushing the pad of her thumb over your glistening waterline as tears gathered. With nimble fingers she removed the thermometer and looked at the number. She hummed her discontent.

“Is it bad?” You asked still slurred and tired.

“Its not good baby.” She placed it on the bedside and floated a container of fever reducers over to her hand she she ran her nails over your scalp. “You have a fever pf 102.7 and we need to get it down.” She guided the water to your lips and helped you take the tablets.

You moaned slightly when she placed a cold damp rag on your forehead and another on the back of your neck.

“Ok love you can sleep now.”

“S’eep?” You mumbled leaning into her side again. She guided your head back to her thigh and adjusted the cloths again before coaxing you back to sleep before she picked up her book from earlier.

You fell into a fitful fever sleep but Wanda occasionally check your temperature with the back of her palm content at the lowering heat she decided to let you rest.

Even in your unconscious state you were grateful for your girlfriend. She always knew what you needed and how got give it to you.

Its was a few hours later when Wanda woke you again for another dose of meds, she was glad to see more understanding in your eyes as the fever lowered further. After taking your temp and seeing it had gone down she was confident all you would need was some more love and care until you would be ok again.

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mochinek0 · 1 year

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Daminette December 2022: 2-Murder

I didn’t realize I had posted the 1st story a day early. It was a stressful day and I thought I was going to forget to post. I didn’t realize until the next morning. Sorry.

It was game night in the Wayne household. Damian had taken to bringing his new girlfriend, Marinette, to the manor. She had become a regular at Wayne Manor for close to a year now. Just about everyone in his family loved her. Bruce had become very selective on what games were allowed in the house after the Monopoly Incident and the Uno War. Tonight was a card game with questions; he thought he was prepared for anything. When it came to the boys, they always proved him wrong.

"Question, have you ever wanted to murder someone?" Dick read out.

'Who makes these cards?'

"Joker." Jason answered immediately.

"Yes. I have dibs on someone and I have the backing to get away with it." Marinette answered.

All the Waynes, except Damian, looked at the little sunshine who had graced their lives.

"What?" she asked, looking at them, confused, "You all live in Gotham. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

"Are they in Gotham?" questioned Bruce, carefully.

"Paris." she replied, handing the dice to Jason.

"Who pissed you off enough for you to want them dead?" Dick asked, "Look at you! You're like sunshine!"

Marinette shook her head, "I'm not telling. I have no doubt in my mind that Damian would go after them and as I said, I have dibs."

"You wouldn't go through with it." Damian implied.

She turned to him and smiled, "I applied to a bunch of scholarships to get away."

"How close were you?" Tim questioned.

"Your acceptance email popped up during my planning so I burned all the evidence and never looked back." she answered, "Congradulations, your email saved someone's life."

Damian scooted closer to his girlfriend, "Who do I have to kill?"

"This is a no killing household, I remind everyone." Bruce announced.

"Fuck you, I have dibs." Marinette replied, ignoring Bruce, "If anyone kills her, it's gonna be me!"

Game night was finally over and Damian had declared he was taking Marinette home.

"I still can't believe Demon Spawn is dating her." Todd declared.

"He takes after Bruce." Tim yawned.

"What does that mean?" Bruce asked.

The trio looked at each other and smiled.

Todd smirked, "If they end up together, she probably wouldn't bat an eye if he came home covered in blood. Honestly, probably wouldn't blink if we told her who we really are."

"She could kill him, too, at this point." Drake stated.

"You like dangerous women, B." Dick winced, "Sure, you put on an act for the media, but those gala ladies don't do it for you."

"Junior isn't that different from you." Jason commented.

"Well, maybe she'll become our legal sister." Tim commented, making the other two nod in approval.

"I call dibs on killing Demon Spawn if he breaks her heart!" Jason shouted.

Bruce sighed, "You can't kill your brother."

"I can protect my sister, though!" he shot back.

"She's not your sister." Bruce declared.

"Fuck you!" Jason stood up, "You adopted us; I can adopt her!"

The boys laughed, while Bruce just sighed.

'Why did I think game night was a good idea?'

Jason was quick to notice Marinette pouting in the Wayne kitchen; he didn't even know she was going to stop by. Usually, Damian told everyone as a precaution. He noticed the air of sadness around her. It was weird to see her looking like Tim when he ran out of coffee.

"What's with Pixie Pop?" he asked.

Damian chuckled, as he drank his black assam tea, "She's been in a bad mood since last night."

"Why?" Jason asked.

"Remember my dib?" Marinette questioned, continuing to pout.

"The murder one?" the older Wayne asked.

"Yeah." she sighed.

"What about it?" Jason groaned.

"She died." Damian declared.

"You killed someone?" Jason shouted.

Marinette glared at him, "You think I would be this pouty if I had done it? I would be baking a storm of macarons, right now!"

Damian smirked, "Bitch died of natural causes."

"Yeah, naturally spreading her legs open." Mari huffed, "Apparently, one of her many boy toys wasn't as faithful as she thought."

"So," Jason spoke looking at the down-hearted Marinette, "karma? How did you find out anyways?"

"She's trending on Parisian twitter." Mari answered, making the brothers chuckle, "Turns out the cause of death was written in her obituary. One of her boyfriends said he was gonna get tested. He was always faithful and wondered if it was from an ex and just never told her. He posted a tweet saying she was the best girlfriend he ever had and how long they had been toegther. Other guys started coming out of the woodworks claiming they were dating her. They started posting pictures and comparing dates. Let's just say it got quiet after awhile and they all started bashing on her afterwards. Her perfect saint picture was shattered and many things came into the light."

Jason walked over and patted her head, "Well, perhaps, those that threw you away will learn the truth."

"Who cares?" Mari answered, "I've been done with them for almost five years. They wanted their golden ticket. They just never noticed the spray paint cans."

"Go rest up." he called, turning to leave the room, "I'm sure sooner or later someone will come looking. They always do."

"They better not." she growled out.

The older Wayne turned and scrutinized her, "You have a whole hit list, don't you?"

Damian walked over and kissed his girlfriend's head, "She was at the top."

Todd smirked as he walked out of the room.

'I knew I liked her.'

"Let's go get you some cheesecake ice cream and you can plan homicide in your pajamas, where you're comfy." Damian declared.

Marinette smiled and kissed his cheek, "You know me best, Habibi."

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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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The Heart of the Matter Ch. 5

Chapter 1 (Parts 1-3), Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

TW: brief mentions of panic attack

Info: Keeping in mind that low-stakes fights are just a part of friendly ghost socialization in this au and that Clockwork is still a ghost, his interpretation of ‘peaceful’ is a bit skewed :p

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Once awake, Jason can’t bear to stay in the mansion a second longer.

He aches to stay with his family, but Green Lantern knows where Batman lives and some incomprehensible part of him tells him that he’s the only one in danger.

Everyone else has worked with the man before and they never had any issues, so it’s an instinct he can believe.

Another part of him cries out for Crime Alley - a place that’s his. That’s safe - as safe as a place called Crime Alley can be anyway.

Safer than risking coming face-to-face with Green Lantern again.

Something is wrong with those rings - wrong enough to terrify the part of him that he hadn’t thought had a sense of self-preservation. He could have arrived decorated in viscera, Jason thinks, and he might’ve been less horrifying.

He slides out of the bed as quiet as can be - which is pretty damn quiet - so of course everyone wakes up.

Everyone but Dick pretends not to.

“Where are you off to, Little Wing?” He asks, voice barely louder than the gentle whir of the air conditioner running in the background as he smoothly stands from the recliner he’d been curled up in.

Jasons swallows the lump in his throat - noise practically echoing in the quiet of the room.

“I’m headed back to my place,” he breathes, just as quiet.

“Do you need a ride?” Dick twirls a single key between his fingers for emphasis.

Jason shakes his head.

“I have my bike in the garage. I…could use some fresh air.”

Dick lays a hand on his shoulder, just barely making contact - it feels simultaneously reassuring and suffocating.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

The ‘alone’ goes unspoken.

Jason tries to sound steady as he answers.

“I’m sure.”

Dick nods and the hand retracts. No one else moves to stop him as he slips out the door and down to the garage.

They’d put him in his old room, he notices.

He feels happy.

He feels sick.

He doesn’t know how to feel.

He slips on his helmet and lets the wind and the still-starry pre-dawn sky wash away his thoughts till there’s nothing left of them but steering and turning and taking in the view.

Crossing into Crime Alley feels like coming home, but this time it's almost a palpable sensation - contentment and calm and possessiveness and anxiety all rolled in one big, conflicting ball.

(Mine-mine-mine)

Once the door to his apartment closes behind him the thoughts come flooding back, and he slides down his door to sit in his entryway, mind racing.

The second he laid eyes on Green Lantern he’d been flooded with fear, but also with thoughts.

With…certainties.

He doesn’t just think the rings are organs - are people, souls - he knows it.

As surely as he’d have known if the guy had walked in with a human heart cupped between hands.

Maybe even more surely.

But he doesn’t know why he knows.

The implications - that there’s something darker to the Green Lanterns and that there’s something more to the Pit within him than just emotional control issues - terrify him.

Jason needs answers.

He doesn’t know how to get them without waiting for Bruce’s inevitable research and subsequent report.

For once, he’s willing to wait.

For now, he sits against the inside of the front door to his apartment in the heart of his territory and shakes.

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Bruce and co greet the day with stiff backs and sore shoulders, running through their stretches and squabbling over first-dibs on coffee before finally settling around the breakfast table and getting down to the business of deciding whether or not Hal Jordan needs to be eviscerated.

Alfred usually wouldn’t approve of work-talk this early - and over a meal, at that - but Dick had filled him in on the incident in the Watchtower as soon as they’d returned the night before.

He is willing to make an exception, every now and then.

Damian and Duke come close to mutiny when they’re sent away for school.

Tim drops them off on his own reluctant way to the office - which he only agrees to step foot in due to an unavoidable meeting.

On the bright side, he also gets to be the one to swing by Crime Alley and check in on Jason since he’s already halfway there.

The others remain in the manor, scouring their files and what little of Jason’s helmet footage they have access to for any hint of what might’ve caused his reaction the previous night.

Tim returns hours later with Duke and Damian in tow, Jason-less.

When he’d knocked on his apartment door and called out, “You in there, Jay?” Jason had slammed it open in the space of a second - Tim hadn’t even heard any footsteps - taken one look at him, and snapped “Buzz off, Replacement!” sounding angrier than he had in over a year, eyes blazing green and lips pulled back in a snarl.

Tim had nodded and backed off, returning to the car and leaving to pick up his other brothers.

Jason needed space if the Pit Rage was bothering him.

Usually.

For all the green in his eyes, Tim couldn't help but notice how they’d been rimmed in red.

Driving away, all he wanted to do was turn around - to turn back and help his brother. But for all he knew, his presence would only make things worse.

The reaction last night has them all in uncharted territory.

He doesn’t know how to help.

They don’t have enough information.

He hates feeling so useless.

He joins the others in the Batcave just in time for the Zeta Tube to open.

Hal Jordan rolls out in a green hamster ball, waving a flag. When he rolls to a stop - zeta tube closing behind him - and pokes it through a small hole in the structure they can see that it’s white.

Then he drops the bubble.

He grimaces at the sea of glares that greets him.

“Heyyyyy Bats - and birds. And miscellaneous!” he adds hastily, glancing at Spoiler, Signal, and Oracle. “So I’m sure you’re all wondering what the hell was up yesterday. Fun fact: me too! So I got in touch with Oa-”

“Oa?” Bruce interrupts. Barbara had texted them all updates: they had been unable to find any indication that Jason had ever interacted with a Green Lantern - in or out of costumes. “You think this has something to do with the Lantern Corps as a whole?”

“Yeah, it's…. I’m gonna level with you Batman: I have no idea why your guy reacted the way he did. But when I got the Watchtower I sensed another power ring. It felt like he had one shoved into his chest.”

A litany of ‘what’s and ‘how is that possible’s start up, cut short by Batman clearing his throat.

“I know the medbay scanner didn’t find anything,” Hal continues, “Diana checked the log. The Guardians have offered their aid and have extended Hood an invitation to Oa. I told them what I knew about Hood from your information; they think his emotional struggles - what happened when he met me and the fits of rage you mentioned being prevalent in the past - might be related to the ring I sensed. But they’ll need to look him over for themselves to be sure of anything.”

“Just Hood?” Spoiler raises a brow, latching on to that.

“Well-”

“They expect us to send him with you? When he had a panic attack the last time he saw you? If there’s a ring in him we can remove it on Earth,” Nightwing insists, crossing his arms. “People get weird injuries and shrapnel all the time, it’s not exactly a foreign concept.”

“He’s right about the med scan though,” Red Robin argues. “It couldn’t find anything wrong with him, and it’s made up of the most advanced tech we have access to. If we can’t even find it then what are we supposed to do, exactly? Cut him up until we do? The Guardians are the experts on power rings, if they can help…”

“So you want us to send him off to an alien planet with nothing more than a person who terrifies him and a ‘good luck?’” Robin spits.

“Oh, no, we’re going with him,” Red Robin adds, voice leaving no room for debate.

“Some of us will need to stay behind to keep an eye on Gotham,” Batman says.

“Nose goes!” Signal shouts, already touching his own.

Reactions and protests are prompt - Batman and Robin taking a moment to register the meaning of the phrase.

“So it’s decided, Batman and Robin can stay here and the rest of us will go with Hood!” Nightwing claps.

“Absolutely not,” Batman and Robin protest in sync, scowling.

“If I may,” Alfred interrupts from where he’s standing with a fresh tray of still-steaming coffee, “Perhaps it would be best to allow Master Hood to decide who he wishes to have accompany him for himself? Once you’ve extended him the invitation, of course.”

A beat.

“On it,” Nightwing says, phone already in his hands.

“In the meantime, Jordan,” Batman begins, “What other information did the Guardians give you?”

“Ah. Not much?”

Hal suddenly regrets not asking more questions.

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Jason arrived back at Crime Alley before the sun had even begun to rise, and Tim had only swung by around three.

He doesn’t know how long he spent shaking and sweating on the floor of his entryway before finally falling unconscious, but he’d only woken up when his brother knocked.

He spends a full forty-five minutes after Tim leaves getting his anger (fear-anxiety-stress) in check, pacing around his living room like a cornered animal. By the time the green has mostly receded from his vision his stomach is growling.

All he has on hand is oatmeal, having intended to grocery shop earlier that morning.

At least it was something easy to keep down.

He’s mostly finished eating when Dick texts him.

Jordan had shown up at the mansion-

(Green Lantern had hunted him down)

-offering answers about what had happened last night. He’d gotten in contact with Oa, something about a power ring in his chest.

(Organs-People-Souls. Souls. Rings are Souls what has Jordan done what have the Guardians done what did they do.)

He’s sparse on details, but the Guardians have offered to help.

Jason is terrified.

He doesn’t want to go back.

But he wants to be rid of the Pit so, so badly, and that’s what the Guardians are offering - if the problem is what they think it is.

(It isn’t it’s not it can’t be it isn’t safe they’re lying they want to hurt me they want to take my Soul.)

He’s terrified, but he goes back to the mansion anyway.

Leaving the Alley crawls against his skin with a chorus in his head screaming ‘wrongwrongwrong,’ but he doesn’t let it stop him.

Anything.

Any explanation to make what he’s feeling make sense.

(The insatiable batclan nosiness is going to be what kills me for good)

Except when he gets there and Pit Terror is screaming in his head again he can’t push it down anymore.

The Pit has screamed incoherently plenty of times but this is different.

This is a warning.

Something is wrong with the Green Lanterns. Wrong with the Guardians

He can’t bring himself to ignore it any longer, to disbelieve his own instincts smacking him in the face like a sledgehammer - for once in full agreement with the Pit.

But when he tells his family what he’s feeling - Hal Jordan hovering in his horrific suit in the background to pretend to give them some privacy - they brush it off as the Pit messing with his mind.

“It’s causing illogical thoughts,” they tell him.

“Green Lantern is an ally, he won’t hurt you.”

“We’ll come with you, we’ll be by your side the whole time.”

“The Guardians can help, Jason. You can finally be free of the Pit!”

They’re not listening.

Jason had always been unique even among people who’d been in the pit. He’d always been different after, affected for much longer - if not permanently, depending on what the future holds.

But now it’s being framed as a curable illness instead of just a walking emotional nuke that they can’t do anything about.

Now they don’t want to listen to him.

They just want to ‘fix’ him.

He puts his foot down.

He has been trying so, so hard to keep it together but he can’t-.

He can’t do this.

He turns to leave, kicking Bruce away when he tries to place a hand on his shoulder and bolting for the door.

Then Hal puts him in a green cage and drags him back. Into the middle of everyone, the circle that Hal has joined.

When he stops moving he’s not five feet away from the guy - diagonally, as he’s also been moved up.

“No can do, Robinhood.”

“You-!”

“I’m sorry, Jason,” Batman says as he rejoins the group from where he’d been kicked down, “but this is for your own good.”

None of his siblings move to help him, looking sad but resigned.

Then Hal flies away - nose-first, crunching in seemingly under the influence of an invisible fist - and the cage trapping him disappears.

Gravity barely has a chance to take hold before he’s caught - bridal style - and carried to float closer to the ceiling, well above everyone else by the man who had snapped into visibility a split second before making contact with him.

He looks to be around Jason’s age, with the same Lazarus Green eyes that he’d seen shining back in his own mirror countless times before.

It’s not just the eyes; everything about him seems to glow with a gentle white aura.

His hair is the color of freshly fallen snow, blue at the very top from light cast by the shining, intricate, ice-like silver crown wreathed in a pale blue fire floating just over his head.

This close, Jason should feel the heat from it, but instead it feels like standing next to an open fridge.

Pointy ears match the spikes on the crown, black eyebrows starkly contrast with the rest of his hair, and pale, unnaturally white freckles stand out against his tan skin as if small stars had been dragged down from the sky to decorate his face.

He stares past Jason, face contorted in anger with pale lips pulled into a snarl that puts unnaturally sharp fangs on display.

He can’t see much of the man’s outfit from where he’s held in his arms, but what little he can see is a deep black smattered with what look like stars and galaxies - as though the guy somehow built a window to the stars into cloth - save for the frost-tipped white collar around the neck of the suit and the matching gloves he can see peeking out past his knees.

A cape hangs over his shoulders, ice-like in appearance but rippling like any other cape does. It feels like some odd combination of mist and silk under Jason’s hands where they’ve draped themselves around the guy’s neck.

Most of all, Jason notices the radiating sense of strength-safety-protection thick enough to drown out the overwhelming sense of terror and disgust he’s felt since entering the cave.

The snarling expression is forced away with visible effort, and when he follows his line of sight, he finds him looking at Jordan.

‘Is he sensing the same things I am?

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Danny rockets straight to Wayne manor.

He doesn’t end up needing a map; by the time he thinks to open it he can sense Jason’s - and another ghost’s - core and zooms invisibly straight into the batcave, just in time to hear a stern “I’m sorry, Jason, this is for your own good.”

Swap the names and that’s a line that had featured in (too many of) Danny’s high school nightmares.

A ship sits in the hangar behind Batman and his various sidekicks, who stand by a Green Lantern holding Jason Todd in a cage suspended in the air.

He forgets diplomacy at the sight of it all, rage and protectiveness burning out logic - the ring on Hal’s finger in addition to the situation he entered to igniting his temper on top of the fear and worry he’d been soaking in the whole way there.

He slams invisible fist-first into the Lantern’s nose, rebounding off of his face just in time to fly back and catch the now-freed Jason. He fades into visibility as he does so, not wanting to give the clearly-terrified halfa anything else to be afraid of.

‘Calm down, Danny,’ he tells himself, forcibly soothing the snarl on his lips into a more neutral expression. ‘They’ve been fed misinformation, they’re not trying to hurt him.’

Holding Jason is the only thing that gives him enough time to remind himself that the Lantern doesn’t know what he’s wearing.

To remind himself that removing his hand from his body to free the trapped, tortured soul in front of him would not be diplomatic.

The inaction tastes sour on his tongue, but the opportunity for a peaceful resolution - to help the rest of the trapped souls faster, to prevent a repeat - meant getting the first Green Lantern on-side would be worth a slight delay.

No matter how much he hates it.

Unfortunately, his pause also gives Hal enough time to collect himself, and coming in swinging - to a classified location, no less - has painted him as a hostile.

By the time he opens his mouth to talk, the other heroes are already in motion.

He has to duck a brace of batarangs thrown at his head by one of the smaller ones, followed swiftling by needing to phase himself and Jason through an attempted grappling hook-assisted kick to the face for him and grab attempt for Jason - by two of them working in tandem.

Jason - who is apparently also Red Hood, he just now notices - tightens his hold on Danny’s neck at the movement.

He can sense the fear that had just begun to calm down reigniting itself, and an unspoken plea to run-flee-escape echoes out from the man’s aura.

Danny tries to talk one more time, but is cut off yet again by Green Lantern throwing himself glowing-baseball-bat-first in their direction.

Danny can’t phase through an ecto-attack.

Jason and Batman are family. Batman and Green Lantern are allies. Jason still doesn’t know he’s a halfa or what any of that means.

Decision made, Danny phases the two of them through the ceiling and flies invisibly and intangibly away from the manor as fast as he can.

He’ll bring Jason up to speed - and to ectoplasm because Ancients it’s a miracle this guy hasn’t turned into a puddle of goo by now - first, and hopefully he can help Danny make a better second impression on his family later.

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Castaway

Batfamily Week 2023 day 4: Deaging | Miscommunication | “I just crashed the Batmobile!”

Summary

When you leave a kid in charge of other kids, you still have a group of unsupervised kids.

In unrelated news, Alfred gets turned into an 8-year-old boy.

“Alfred, have you seen my jacket?”

“It’s in the dryer, Master Jason.”

“Alfred, I need you to fetch the Riddler case file.”

“On it, Master Bruce.”

“Alfred, can we have cookies after patrol?”

“As long as no one gets injured, Miss Cassandra.”

“Alfred, tell Damian to stop biting me!”

“Tell Timothy I claimed the shower first!”

“Leaving your towel in the sink isn’t claiming it.”

“Is too!”

“Alfred, where is my super suit?” Duke giggled. “Just kidding, I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Alfred groaned and rubbed the pulsing vein in his temple. He slapped the case file on Bruce’s desk, receiving half a grunt in return, before going to the kitchen to start those cookies.

As he mixed the dough, he felt someone crouch under the sink, breathing against his leg.

“I’m sorry, Miss Stephanie, but you’ll have to wait until I’m done to lick the bowl.”

Stephanie silently pouted and sulked off.

He stopped to wipe a bead of sweat off his brow. And as timing would have it, Dick flipped over the island and flung an arm over Alfred’s shoulder.

“Heya Alfie! Ooh, you’re making cookies. Can you make me a really big one that I can call dibs on? As the oldest and awesomest, I think I should have that privilege. And if Babs asks, I can say I technically only had one cookie.”

“First, Master Dick, I told you no more kitchen gymnastics,” Alfred said. “Second, like the other dozen times you asked, my answer is no. You have to share.”

“Come on, just this once? Pretty please?”

“If I give you a spoonful of dough will you stop asking?”

“Sure.”

Alfred scooped a spoonful of the chocolate chip dough and was just about to plop it in Dick’s cupped hands when he stopped.

“Did you wash your hands?”

“Whoops! One sec.”

While Dick did that, Alfred turned and nearly had a heart attack.

“Miss Stephanie! Get off the refrigerator this instant!”

Stephanie licked her lips, eyeing the dough.

“Oh, fine, you can both have one.”

He gave Dick one dough ball. Stephanie opened her mouth and he reluctantly flung the other at her. She caught it and crawled back down like a spider. He didn’t even have a second to process that, however, as the phone rang.

“Wayne residence, may I ask who is calling?” He squeezed the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he rolled the dough onto the floured countertop. “I’m sorry, Mr. Drake is not available right now. Please call back during his office hours.”

He hung up. It rang again.

“I already told you—oh, sorry, Mr. Fox. I mistook you for someone else there.” He resumed his awkward phone-holding position as he rummaged around for the cookie cutters. “Yes, I can pass the message. We can place a rush order for those parts by tomorrow. Does that work?” Alfred stamped out the shapes. “Excellent, I’ll have Master Bruce follow up with you.”

He slammed the phone down and made a mental note to get a new one with caller ID. He arranged the cookies on the platter…

Only to realize he forgot to preheat the oven.

Sighing, he switched it on. While it slowly warmed up, he passed Lucius’s message along to Bruce, broke up a fight between Tim and Damian over a shampoo bottle, and scrubbed down all the mixing bowls. Then he put the trays in the oven, set the Robin Laid An Egg timer, and finally let out the breath he’d been holding.

“Alfred!” someone called.

He sighed softly. “I will be right there.”

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colleenmurphy · 3 months

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"B...Bruce! Pull. Up! I SEE TREES! We almost HIT THAT EAGLE!"

Was all he heard from his terrified flight companion turned in flight entertainment. Her long dark hair was spilling down from it's plastic hair clip and her aviators were sliding down her nose as her hands waved wildly at the clear blue sky that matched her eyes. He couldn't help but grin a slow easy grin at her. She was truly his fish out of water today.

"Man...you're a mermaid, huh?"

"If I'm a mermaid then you're an albatross!"

The belly of the plane was mere inches from the pristine tree line as they roared along with the flight path of the local geese. He had to admit her hometown was a pretty little place. Pulling up they had a better view of some cozy houses along the coastline. In fact they buzzed Minnie's place as they spotted her in the back yard having a cigarette. He decided to show off a smidge and loop a hello before continuing on. The neighbor's grandson now things the Murphy house is the coolest place on earth.

He'd been born in Chicago, moved around to Indiana as a kid and then joined up to the Army on his 18th birthday. He'd been in Florida ever since after he'd come home from his three tours. The woman to his right was about ten years his junior, an internationally licensed boat captain named Mary Colleen Murphy, or Col as she preferred to be called. Currently marveling at the view her face lit up like a kid at Christmas. He could count the dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the fact that her eyes were now tinged a little spring green meant she's calmed down enough to enjoy herself. The fact that they could simply pack a bag and fly out to her hometown from their place in the Hatcher Keys blew her mind. To Bruce it was just another two hour flight that went smoothly.

"I can deal with being a bird. Here's the part you hate..."

He figured ample warning would help settle her stomach. She knew that the most critical time was during take off and landing, it still didn't help her body to know not to gag at an angle normally not achieved.

"I doubt I'll ever get my license. I've a feeling that's not looked kindly on during the final exam?"

Her dry reassurance to him that she was fine. They were traveling light this time, just some luggage and gifts for the family and friends she had to introduce him to. There had been talk to merging her mother's bar, The Gull's Nest and their place The Trade Winds but they had yet to put anything into writing. Minnie was setting to retire and move closer to her own mother in Miami so it only made sense to keep it in the family...unless Harvey Starling, Col's god father wanted first dibs at a turn key operation. Bruce knew Colleen would gladly do that over taking it over. Even though she lived down south nearly 1500 miles away she still cared about the town where she'd grown up.

"BVY tower, N2789 5 miles west, inbound for landing."

The crackle of the controller picking up filled his head. Whoever it was had a hell of a head cold.

"N2789 you're clear for landing. Welcome to Massachusetts."

"I can't just take it from them, Bruce. The Gull's Nest was built by my great grandfather when the town was founded. Second on the waterfront besides the old butcher and green grocer. Did you know the Starling's used to own that? That's how far back our families go...oh my god Harvey! Hel's florist shop is right there...perfect!"

He'd heard her last night as she'd packed for them both. He'd admitted to her that he didn't have a clue about packing for cold weather anymore so she had delighted in walking him through her process and parts of her family's backstory came out as she carefully rolled his shirts and pants up. She'd learned the military packing style. Bulky sweaters went on top to act as a cushion if you were bringing back souvenirs, or in Col's case, if you were bringing a stash of homegrown herb to share with your mother and best friends. Deep down his wife really was a pirate, even if she didn't realize it.

"Who taught you how to pack?"

"Chief Petty Officer James Murphy Sr."

Bruce caught a glimpse of a pirate smile ghost across his companion's face. All he could picture for a moment was his wife in a plumed buccaneers hat with a dainty silver dagger between her teeth. Perhaps he'd just given himself a new tattoo idea.

"He was a Navy man...then he came home became a cop and met my mom."

"All American boy."

"Guess you could say that. My mother was almost a nun until she met him."

"Damn beats Mel and Rita's story. She was a barmaid and he was bootlegger."

"Two sides of the same coin, Miller."

The tidy landing strip was fast approaching as the landing gear came out. Wheels touched down and all was well. Another one down in the flight logs.

In their combined down time from the bar they did flight and boat charters together under the Trade Wind Tours name for the tourists. They weren't above doing a favor to a friend or two with flying in goods. Colleen was going to be needed if his buddy Whit ever gave up his wings. She had also expressed an interest in doing angel flights for sick and needy children.

"You'd be surprised. My first time I puked out of a bird just straight up didn't care about anything except not wearing it. Bulls eye on an enemy from above. I can still see his face...I still feel bad about that."

"You were under heavy fire in a military war plane. Vastly different as I'm not open and exposed."

Reaching out to pat his jean clad thigh she sighed.

"You'd be amazed at people can forgive. I'm sure you were the least of his worries back then. You both just wanted to get home."

He'd forgotten she'd been a nurse and just how deeply her compassion ran. He smirked and patted her back as they pulled upwards

"If it makes you feel better I get sea sick."

A deep chortle sounded in his head that warmed him.

"Always keep above deck where you can see the horizon and get fresh air or keep to the middle of the boat."

He heard the snicking flick of her lighter.

"You forget we're still in an airspace?"

"Nope. But I figured out my window. Until they come out with a flameless option I'm sticking with hand rolls. Helps my stomach and in all honesty I think you may need some when we're on solid ground. You're wide eyed and your eyebrows are touching your hairline. I love you, Minnie loves you...my Grandmother loves you, Harvey and Helene are going to adore you too."

Directing towards the hangar Bruce shook his head.

"The last thing I need to do is meet the town chief of police smelling like your home grown, Col."

Wide innocent eyes met his as she held out the joint with a smile. Her next sentence made his face fall momentarily.

"But he's my god father...and I know the perfect spot."

Nimble tanned hands rolled two more joints as they were directed into the proper hangar by the ground crew, a rather an elderly portly white haired fellow wearing safety orange muffs with 'Willy' stitched into his green coveralls. Waving his sticks he looked almost like a Yankee blue collar ballerina. A thankful two finger wave and they had some privacy.

"Thanks Willy!"

Colleen called as she hopped out earning a Roebucker smile her way, Willy's teeth matched his shocking white hair before he hobbled back into the warmth of the hangar office. Col had grabbed her small shoulder bag and her flash light before taking off out of sight. Giving him a bird whistle he saw her crook her finger from inside what looked like a solid tree line.

"Join me on a side quest brave traveller."

Snow crunched under their feet as he followed Colleen. She evidently knew exactly where they were going to end up. A twisting path lead to a rough stone walking path the lead to a rumbling sound.

"Watch your step here..."

Her left hand reached out to touch a large pine tree with 'HS + JL' carved into the bark and it made him smile to see her reconnect with a tangible object from her past. The initials were newly carved into the bark, especially the JL. From the look on Col's face HS finally found a love well deserved.

"Where...what...wow."

Looming overhead was a weather beaten lighthouse sitting at the mouth of the harbor. It's light cutting through the fog that was setting in. Between the two of them they'd planned the timing perfectly.

"This is Tortoise Harbor light...or Turtle Point. I've mentioned it a few times in my stories of home but well...this used to be our secret spot. Me and Helene Starling. A little birdie told me that there's still heat in it."

Knocking the snow from their boots they ventured into and up to the top of the ancient lighthouse on the point. Outside the winds had picked up and the sound of rain was almost indistinguishable against the sound of the surf hitting the rocky coastline.

"We used to come up here all the time watching for our Dads when they sailed away or came back in. I guess it was our clubhouse...in some way it still is."

The very top held a battered fold out couch upholstered in a rather interesting shade of pea soup green and outfitted with numerous blankets and throw pillows. A handmade three tier shelf held ancient paperbacks along with a wire spool coffee table with bar ashtray advertising 'the regal taste of Reinhardt beer'. tucked to the left hand side by the railing away from the light. The floor below still held a snug little alcove with a lamp and a few layered feather beds for the nights that were especially tough going home.

"We used to have a working kitchen and bathroom downstairs but that's been boarded up since we were in our 20's. That's the past though."

Settling herself down onto the couch she sighed before inviting him to sit down as she lit the joint. He'd have wondered what she looked like young and carefree and unscarred but she seemed to bloom before him. Healed and restored. The smell of her homegrown hit him right between the eyes and he smiled as curled in next to him. The storm raging outside as they flew higher together allowing their inner teenagers to bond for the first time.

#Trade Winds verse #Colleen Murphy x Bruce Miller #The Mermaid & The Albatross

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coldteaxspilledink · 3 months

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The Mermaid & The Albatross

Trade Winds Verse: Bruce Miller x Colleen Murphy

"B...Bruce! Pull. Up! I SEE TREES! We almost HIT THAT EAGLE!"

"Man...you're a mermaid, huh?"

"If I'm a mermaid then you're an albatross!"

"I can deal with being a bird. Here's the part you hate..."

"I doubt I'll ever get my license. I've a feeling that's not looked kindly on during the final exam?"

"BVY tower, N2789 5 miles west, inbound for landing."

The crackle of the controller picking up filled his head. Whoever it was had a hell of a head cold.

"N2789 you're clear for landing. Welcome to Massachusetts."

"Who taught you how to pack?"

"Chief Petty Officer James Murphy Sr."

"He was a Navy man...then he came home became a cop and met my mom."

"All American boy."

"Guess you could say that. My mother was almost a nun until she met him."

"Damn beats Mel and Rita's story. She was a barmaid and he was bootlegger."

"Two sides of the same coin, Miller."

The tidy landing strip was fast approaching as the landing gear came out. Wheels touched down and all was well. Another one down in the flight logs.

"You were under heavy fire in a military war plane. Vastly different as I'm not open and exposed."

Reaching out to pat his jean clad thigh she sighed.

"You'd be amazed at people can forgive. I'm sure you were the least of his worries back then. You both just wanted to get home."

He'd forgotten she'd been a nurse and just how deeply her compassion ran. He smirked and patted her back as they pulled upwards

"If it makes you feel better I get sea sick."

A deep chortle sounded in his head that warmed him.

"Always keep above deck where you can see the horizon and get fresh air or keep to the middle of the boat."

He heard the snicking flick of her lighter.

"You forget we're still in an airspace?"

Directing towards the hangar Bruce shook his head.

"The last thing I need to do is meet the town chief of police smelling like your home grown, Col."

Wide innocent eyes met his as she held out the joint with a smile. Her next sentence made his face fall momentarily.

"But he's my god father...and I know the perfect spot."

"Thanks Willy!"

"Join me on a side quest brave traveller."

Snow crunched under their feet as he followed Colleen. She evidently knew exactly where they were going to end up. A twisting path lead to a rough stone walking path the lead to a rumbling sound.

"Watch your step here..."

"Where...what...wow."

"We used to come up here all the time watching for our Dads when they sailed away or came back in. I guess it was our clubhouse...in some way it still is."

"We used to have a working kitchen and bathroom downstairs but that's been boarded up since we were in our 20's. That's the past though."

#Trade Winds verse#Colleen Murphy x Bruce Miller#The Mermaid & The Albatross

#Trade Winds verse #OC Writing / Characters #Bruce Miller x Colleen Murphy

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ravenstakeflight · 2 years

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dibs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37873396

"No." Bruce said, frowning down at the social worker. She had a hesitant smile on her face, one that quickly disappeared at his refusal.

"Mr Wayne, I'm afraid I cannot allow you to keep this child-" A frown directed up at the kid, who hid behind Bruce's uncomfortably-uncowled-but-still-reluctantly-existing bulk. "With you! He belongs with his family, in the circus!" And Bruce doesn't miss the way she looks at him, the way she says circus and the way she shies against actually looking at Dickie, and the way his kid is small and doesn't know the ramifications of having not-white not-pale skin in the United States.

"I'm sorry, Miss-" except for the way he obviously isn't. "-But I've called dibs on young Richard Grayson, over here, and unless he really wants to" -have to emphasize that it's Dick's choice, not Ms Parrish's, whether he ever leaves Wayne Manor while under Bruce's care, and after he grows up too- "he will be staying here." Bruce watches Dick's blueblueblue eyes widen, meeting his eyes and baring his intentions out in front of him, because for a kid with the experience of all of nine years, Dick is surprisingly perceptive, and Bruce already loves him, even a week into having the kid at his home. Ms Parrish concedes with a huff and a condescending flip of her hair.

As she flounces out, Dick loudly asks Bruce - probably just to anger her - about what just happened.

"Oh, nothing, chum." Bruce will happily go along with his son's - his son, he has a kid now - fun if it pisses off the rude lady now walking out the front door. She stops. Bruce thinks her eyebrow might twitch a little bit. "Just a littl- Ms Parrish." He looks at her back, which is shaking in rage. His smile grows a little. "If you are having trouble finding the door, please look a few steps ahead of you to the large cast iron and wooden doors."

"Can we ge-"

"I have chocolate and cookies-n-cream ice cream," Bruce says. Dick's smile grows, wide and missing a tooth. "Let's go!" Dick jumps onto Bruce's back. Bruce automatically curls his hands around Dick's tiny little feet, holy sh- crap, and then they're off.

"IVY!" Dick calls, running toward the green-skinned woman. She's looking down at a small red bundle, a boy. It's a hoodie that Robin knows really, really well, it's Jason's hoodie. Jason who's dad is a Joker goon and in jail or dead, Jason who's mom overdosed three years ago, Jason who's finally bulked up a little after months of carefully-hidden feeding and care. Jason who is- "That's my little brother, Ivy, you CAN'T TAKE HIM FROM ME!" He rolls to a stop in front of her. "Besides." Dick feels a shaodw lands just behind him, feels a cold hand on his shoulder and knows that his dad - Bruce - doesn't know what's going on or why Dick's so scared-confused-annoyed, but trusts his Robin. "I called dibs!"

The bundle shifts, and then black hair and blue eyes peek out of red fabric. Dick can tell that Jason's mouth is turned up, and he softens. Ivy can probably feel Jason's body trying to push itself toward Dick, because she puts him down, and blinks as he scurries to Dick's side. The thirteen-year-old nudges him behind him, into a midnight cloak and turns to face Ivy.

Ivy, slowly, miraculously, tentatively, smiles.

"Well, then." She says. Her plants are withdrawing now, crawling up her body and disappearing. "I can't argue with dibs, now can I?" Before she turns, she looks to Batman. "Oh, don't worry, Batman, I'll stay on the DL for a few months. Gotta let you adjust to the newbie, after all." And with one last grin and a flick of glitter in Robin's direction, she's gone.

DIck sighs in relief, melting onto Jason. Jason clutches at him too, and they can feel Batman's - Bruce's, those are Bruce's not Batman's - arms encirlcle them and lift them both into the air.

Well. Guess he has a brother now, one in law and not just in their hearts.

Jason jumps his weight a little higher, grappling down very slowly. Wouldn't do to drop a child from a six-story building and not be able to catch him because Jason's legs froze off. Thankfully he'd been able to fight for skin-color leggings to be added to the suit ("As much as i love you, Dickhead, I don't want to freeze my butt off when winter comes around!" -- "Aweee, you love me, Little Wing?") and a slightly warmer cape so that he could finally jump off the fire escape, disengage his grapple, and then wrap the kid - and that stupid fucking camera - in the cloak. Taking the cape off means sending B a ping - because first the cape then their armor then their masks - so soon the Batmobile comes rolling up with a terrified Bat in the front seat. As soon as B realizes he's not in danger, he tucks Jason and Stalker Kid into the passenger seat and Jason can finally, finally go bonelessly relaxed.

Bruce is here, Dad is here.

He'll handle it.

He'll keep them safe.

He always has, and Jason thinks he always will.

When they get home, it turns out the kid is Timothy Jackson Drake, the son of Jack and Janet Drake. The archeologists.

Who work in digs around the world, and a half-hour's worth of digging reveals that they've only ever bought two tickets.

Tim has been left behind.

Every single time.

Jason, Dick, Alfred, and Bruce look at each other. A single unspoken line of communication occurs.

DIBS!

(It works out. Gotham runs on its own laws, its own life, and dibs count as a valid fucking reason to have guardianship transferred to Brucie Wayne.)

Tim shakes with rage.

He looks down at Damian.

Damian who is thirteen, Damian who should be able to go on a walk in his own fucking city without having to be worried about fucking ninjas attacking him out of nowhere. Damian who is Tim's little brother, Damian who has been kidnapped by ninjas. Fortunately Tim had the forethought to put his own tracker in Damian, or nothing good would've come. Nothing good ever comes from ninjas in Gotham.

He looks down at his little brother, who is drugged and asleep, because that is what happens when your grandfather is a piece of ancient shit and doesn’t subscribe to the fucking visiting hours you’ve set up with him.

All bets are off, now. Tim used to hold back, but.

But.

That is Tim’s small stabby gremlin brother. He called dibs after the first stabbing.

Tim turns around to an older brother in blue and black, and he gladly passes Damian over to Dick.

"Keep him safe," Tim says. His snarl is unconscious. "I'm off to hunt."

When he finds Ra's al Ghul, he does nothing except watch as the centuries-old man tries to reach the Lazarus Pit.

As soona s the gets back out, Tim detontates the entrance.

The last words Ra's al Ghul will ever hear:

"I. Called. Dibs."

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bad4amficideas · 3 years

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An ask that came privately so just in case...

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.

I tried n*s*f*w but nothing came out *shame on me* TToTT Maybe another time.

I suspect the baby will be Bruce's because he calls dibs, being the alpha of the mansion and all that shit. 1000% sure they will have black hair XD.

It would surely be planned, as a way to tie yourself emotionally to them. Which is more or less confirmed by the fact that when you fled you lovingly raised the child, who unfortunately they couldn't manipulate to use against you.

The whole family would be delighted at the prospect of having a baby in the house, although as the baby got to this it more or less bothered some of them likes Jason and Damian actually. Half of the plans to kill the JL and many others would be half underway and the protections at full capacity for your safety.

They would actually be more careful on their patrols, they would follow stricter shifts and not all being out at the same time not to let you alone. In the end someone outside of the batfam would notice.

Your moods during pregnancy, which wouldn't be too good, are reflected in them, as the criminals of Gotham will quickly notice. Rumors on the internet that the Wayne are going to have or adopt a baby have spread like powder because, heck how many gynecology books these people suddenly read. Every part of your pregnancy was known better for them than for you (and you were the woman, damnit), between that and the money, you obviously never went to a formal medical appointment.

So, that you managed to escape after all the batfam found out that you were pregnant must have been divine grace + planetary alignment + unicorn blood + 20 years of age & 40 years of previous experience in a job + all the wizards of the world in your favor and go to know what else, a nice Joker maybe. ... let's say it was the Joker, for him gladly fucking the Bats. I can see it and so they took so long to find them.

I think at the reunion Reader would have a nervous breakdown. it was too unexpected. After 15 years of tranquility with her loved and happy kid... but you know, you never really have peace of mind in situations like this, it's a weight, an always tight noose in your throat with which you just learn to breathe despite. You can tell yourself it's not there and believe it for years... but it's there.

This because I bet that any teenager-wanna-be-hero would try not to worry theirs never-completely-healed-in-trauma mother by not telling her that maybe their not very well mind centered family could have discovered them and therefore her... Think about that. A kid, a young one who if hadn't told been told him anything by their mother, or if they hadn't asked idk would have lived in blissful ignorance and with a normal childhood. A kid who tries to help people, who chooses do it because yes. A child who knows that they weren't wanted but that still they are loved spite of everything, with that and their genes, they must be a great promise. The boy's tragic backstory begins on his 15th birthday and the first chapter is called Blame.

#yandere batfamily #yandere x reader #yandere batman x reader #yandere batboys x reader #👾.txt #pregnant!reader

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

#dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #connor kent x you #connor kent x reader #connor kent imagine #connor kent #superboy x y/n #superboy x reader #superboy imagine #comics #dc comics

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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Graveyard Siblings (3)

Some for revenge and some sibling bonding.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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Adrien was next to be visited. Plagg woke him up from his sleep.

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“Kit, wake up. I want camembert.”

“Plagg, silence. You are not getting any cheese if you do that.”

“Sorry, Adrien but you are not my ‘master’ anymore.”

“Plagg? Why are you here? Where’s the ring?”

“The ring is as far away as possible and kept safely away. I am here because someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who?”

A cloaked, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows to his room.

“Kitty. My Chaton. Did you miss me?” A sweet, familiar but yet so terrifying voice came from the figure.

She pulled down the hood to reveal Ladybug with a wicked-looking black mask with white lenses.

“What am I talking about? You do miss me. Your Bugaboo. Too bad I don’t feel the same, Adrien.”

Lightning flashed and it started to rain. The mask was gone, revealing his dead classmate, Marinette with chilling red eyes. The pigtails grew longer and curved upwards, giving the illusion of her having horns. Twin blades flashed and she leaped towards him. (Damian gave them to her with some lessons in exchange for spending time with, babysitting, the kwamis.)

Adrien scrambled away from the bed in the nick of time. A sword impaling the spot where he just was.

“Plagg, help. Where is the ring? I need to transform.”

“Sorry, kitten. I am not telling you. Even if you did have the ring, it’s not going to be much help.”

“Kitty, stay still. Then, we can be together. Just like you wanted.”

Adrien continued to dodge.

“What do you mean?” He all but screamed at Plagg.

“Pigtails, here, is a vengeful spirit. She’s not going to stop until she is satisfied. How about asking her what she wants?”

“Ladybug, what do you want?”

“What I wanted was a partner I could rely on, someone I can trust with my life, someone who wouldn’t stab me in the back for his own selfish gain. I wanted a friend who would have my back and not tell me to keep quiet at the price of my mental health and my relationships with people I care about. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!”

She managed to get a cut on his left cheek.

Soon, he was on the ground, bleeding out on the round.

“Tell Hawkmoth that he better watch out. Because-” lightning struck and Plagg and Ladybug had disappeared, “his downfall is coming.” Her voice echoed through his room.

Adrien laid bleeding until Natalie opened the door after hearing a crash from the room and came to check on him. As she called an ambulance for Adrien, she wondered if it wasn’t too late to ask for redemption and be spared from Ladybug’s wrath for her part in her murder.

Adrien had the word ‘TRAITOR’ carved into his back. Forever reminding him of his crimes.

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He wasn’t in school for a week after the incident. They all were told that Adrien had an accident while fencing.

Gabriel was a little panicking now.

He hired an exorcist, (John Constantine got a hefty amount and did a few flashy magic tricks to appease Gabriel but he didn’t lift the curse Maria put on the place. She is not someone to be on the bad side of and he thinks that he can’t lift it even if he wanted to.)

Emilie gets a little sus at Gabriel when he brought this strange man with a British accent into their home after their son got attacked in his own room with security tighter than Fort Knox.

She doesn’t buy that ‘accident’ bullshit that her husband, son and even Natalie tries to sell her. She thinks it is connected to what happened while she was in a coma.

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Adrien has a curse too.

(Credit to @raeuberprinzessin for giving me an idea)

He couldn’t act like the ‘Perfect Adrien’ in public anymore. Acting more like Chat Noir at first then, later a spoiled brat. His friends thought that he was finally rebelling against his father and encouraged it a lot.

Adrien started criticizing other people, strangers at first then to the people working on the photoshoots to his fans to his other school mates, people in his class and his friends. (The curse planted ideas into his head about what he should say and he said them all without thinking about the effect it has on other people)

People started avoiding him not liking his attitude and his comments about how they should behave and change something about them because he doesn’t like it that way and guilt-tripping them when he doesn’t get his way. Even Nino started to distance himself after he saw how Adrien talked to a fan.

The public thought it was a phase but as he got progressively worse, people started despising him. Adrien doesn’t realize this of course so far, happy that his father let him get away with ‘ruining the Agreste image.’ (Gabriel was worried about a potential vengeful ghost and making sure his wife didn't know about his stint as a supervillain. There was also the fact that the Afterlife made more sales than him again and managed to get on the cover of Vogue when he should have, dammit.) He was finally able to say what he wanted to without repercussions. Until he realized when Nino and everyone else cancelled for a hangout for the third time that week that he was slowly losing his friends.

He panics and tries to fix the situation. He didn’t want to be alone again.

He talks to Nino about it and to his horror, he couldn’t stop himself from saying many things that were a little hurtful. (Second part. The moment he realizes he is going to be alone. He is going to find out that yes, lies can hurt people. He is going to see it happen firsthand.)

Nino moved seats and told Adrien that their friendship was on hold until he apologized.

Soon, nearly every time his mouth opened, lies and insults about his friends or their embarrassing secrets came spilling out. Everyone hated him now and Mme. Bustier tried to give him a reprimand about his behaviour, which when he tried to defend himself, he found himself unable to speak.

He managed to explain to his father what caused his unpopularity by writing what happened to him. Unfortunately due to his poor behaviour before the second part of the curse was activated, his fan base was dwindling and people didn’t like him anymore so there was a hit on the Gabriel brand.

He no longer has to do modeling, clearing his schedule. But no one would spend time with him.

The best solution he could do with his predicament was to keep quiet and endure the loneliness and the glares of his classmates at school. Adrien was relegated to the back and nearly everyone avoided him. He was now a social pariah.

Even Lila avoided him because of her own curse which made Adrien turn into one of her previous victims. (She also didn’t ponder why Marinette rarely appears compared to the others.)

If Adrien felt a tiny bit remorseful or guilty for making Marinette keep quiet or betraying Ladybug, he can gain a little control over what he says.

The curse can be broken if he apologizes to Maria herself or to her grave.

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The first few months, while Marinette adapted to living with the Waynes, Jason stayed over at Wayne Manor because having Maria living with him at his apartment wasn’t a good idea and he had no clue how to take care of a teenage girl.

On paper she is adopted by Bruce because Jason can’t. (Some CPS reasons.)

Making Jason a little more salty towards Bruce. “I found her first. I called dibs.”

Brought Maria to meet the other Outlaws and they adopted her too. “Hey, guys. She’s my sister first.”

Jason was the one to teach her how to shoot a gun because he was ‘the most capable’ of teaching her.

The first few months were a little tense with Marinette not fully trusting them and the same with the rest of the Batfam.

Jason warmed her up a bit to him by telling a little of why he took her here.

He was also the one to book them flight to Paris with Bruce’s credit card so she can tell her friends that she wasn’t dead in person.

They bonded more after stopping some nefarious plot in Paris while they were there. Let’s say Gentleman Ghost and something involving the catacombs in Paris. (I watched some Batman: Brave and the Bold for childhood nostalgia.)

Kwamis were animal-shaped and they were interesting creatures to be around. And very very curious.

There was a stressful day for Maria when all the Kwamis decided to play hide and seek. Damian somehow got roped into helping her as the only available person in the Manor and he will deny that he enjoyed it.

Damian is the little brother she always wanted and she is more tolerable compared to his brothers. There is also the fact that she trusts him with the kwamis and deep down, he feels super-honoured. (I just love older sister!Mari)

Tim and her being insomniac/coffee buddies. There has been many many interventions to stop this.

I get that Marinette is this selfless person and loves making people happy but she has siblings now and them eating the stuff she made for herself to enjoy, should get on her nerves after a while.

She makes a box with booby-traps in which she puts in her cookies and food.

There are many different layers of traps because this is the Batfam and each of them is non-lethal and more ridiculous.

Okay, I once read a fic about Marinette making a bear-trap style box to hide the Miracle Box so this box is also like that but kept for food. (Traps and Sneaks by quicksilversquared)

Someone (I vote a hungry Dick or Jason, maybe a suspicious Bruce) made a mistake of putting their hand into the box and the first trap activated.

Screams filled the house.

Everyone came down including Marinette.

Bruce asked, “Who did this?”

“It was me.”

“Why?”

“They kept eating the cookies.”

“There are other ways to stop them from doing that you know like a ‘Do Not Touch’ sign not a death trap box.”

“They are non-lethal.”

Bruce locked it away but Tim later stole it to tweak it and store his coffee. ------ (Part 4)

#graveyard siblings #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #adrien salt #adrien bashing #platonic jasonette #platonic daminette

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northoftheroad · 3 years

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Just wondering how is Dick Grayson relationship with Jason before and after Superboy's punch?

I don't think the punch (in Infinite Crisis) made any difference to their relationship...? Except Jason was dead, and then he wasn't... 🤷🏼‍♀️

Dick and Jason had an all right but not close relationship before Jason was killed. (I'm going to ignore the original version, where Dick wanted to adopt Jason before Bruce called dibs because Jason as the street kid stealing Batman's tires is firmly established. These two continuities are called pre- and post-Crisis, after the comic Crisis on Infinite Earths.)

I say that they were not close because they never lived together – regardless of whether you prefer your canon to be that Dick and Bruce hardly had any contact when Jason was Robin so they only met when Dick gave him a Robin suit and his phone number, or if you want to imagine that Dick came along for some Sunday dinners and helped Jason to train. I guess it's like if your parent gets married and have a new stepchild once you've moved away from home – you can still become close with time, but it's not going to be the same as if you've grown up together. And Dick and Jason didn’t have a lot of time before Jason was killed, though you can make cases for that Jason worked with the Titans for a mission or two, and that the two went skiing once.

Then Jason came back from the dead, all set on fighting with his "family"/Batman & Co.

When Dick and Jason were written together after that and before Flashpoint, it was mostly antagonistic. In Nightwing vol 2, we have "Brothers in Blood", which is extremely weird and pretty bad, if you ask me. Jason dressed up as Nightwing in New York and killed criminals, while Dick had been away with Bruce and Tim, retracing Bruce's journey to become Batman. They clashed when Dick came back, but Dick did save Jason in the end. The only redeeming quality in that story, in my opinion, is the end when Jason wrote Dick a letter about that he wanted to see if they still could be family. (Kind of an adopted brother's equivalent to pulling someone's piggytail as a sign you like them, I suppose.)

Nightwing vol 2 # 119 and 122.

When Dick became Batman, Jason was written as murderous and fighting his "brothers" over the cowl. Dick tried to get Jason to accept help, but he preferred to fall from a high building – of course not to his death, because he was soon back, being a violent criminal again. Dick eventually defeated him, so he was locked up.

I'm not generally a fan of things that have happened after Flashpoint, but Dick and Jason seem to be on okay terms now? As usual these days, different writers write it differently, but they’ve for instance been hanging out on a roof.

Nightwing vol 4 # 15

I've written or reblogged about Dick and Jason before, so you can read a lot more here:

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/185766023550/the-post-crisis-of-infinite-earths-version-of-how

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/182997516785/the-two-jason-todds

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/651604968062746625/nightwing-ing-it-you-this-is-why-ive-always

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/625633846743957504/dick-put-jason-in-arkham

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/188273504215/do-dick-and-jason-get-along-in-comics-im-kinda

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/187440054225/jason-has-literally-no-reason-to-be-mad-at-dick

#dick grayson #jason todd #robin #nightwing #red hood

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shyestofhearts · 3 years

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Okay, yay! Can I have some hc of, like, Jason and Damian being super close but the rest of the batfam not knowing until like way later? Or could you suggest smth with them?

I'm srry if I'm being pushy, I'm sick and can't find anymore content of these gremlins but the only other thing I even remotely feel like doing rn is watching Luca again but I've watched it more like 200 times since it came out and the remote was confiscated

Anon you are not pushy, I love your enthusiasm and I love when people wanna talk ideas and aus with me because I get excited about these characters too and it's fun to see other people get excited over them!! And I'm so sorry to hear you're sick, I hope you feel better soon!

Now for the headcanons you've asked for!!

When Damian first came to the family after the League of Assassins this kid was picking fights with a few people just like he did in canon

The only person he never picked a fight with was Jason

The family assumed it was because he didn't cross paths with Jason much and moved on

When Damian was bonding with Dick that year as Batman and Robin, sometimes he'd say things like "I wonder if we'll see Hood while we're out" on patrol

Dick thought the kid wanted to avoid Jason

When Damian only referred to Jason by his first name though, everyone was like "wait a second-"

Jason sometimes came by and just. Picked Damian up and left

It's for a brotherly bonding night, an excuse to hang out

No one knew he did this at first until they saw him do it one time

Whenever Damian got upset he'd seek Jason out

Whenever Jason got upset Damian would sit with him while he worked through it, a comforting presence or someone to rant to if need be

Whenever Bruce got upset with Damian, Damian would go running to Jason

Jason was always willing to yell at Bruce for Damian and no one really understood why because they're still not sure of how these two bonded so quickly

Jason comes by the manor more often when Damian's around

Jason helps Damian with any literature based homework, making it fun or interesting if it's boring Dami and explaining anything Dami doesn't understand

Damian tries to teach Jason how to paint

Jason got Damian and custom bike helmet for whenever they ride his motorcycle

They both sometimes call dibs on having the other as a partner for patrols or any family game nights

They don't notice it but they do that thing really close people do where they say something like "do you know where that thing is? You know the one that was shaped like that other thing?" And the other one knows exactly what they mean

Jason is really close with all of Damian's animals to the point he steps through the door and Damian and his animals are rushing to greet him

#shy's asks #anon #damian wayne #jason todd #dc comics #headcanons #shy's headcanons #league brothers au

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buckys-other-punk · 3 years

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Why There?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Tony suggests a little game for everyone to play after a party. You and Bucky are partnered up and let’s just say things become heated throughout the game.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, cussing and alcohol/drunk-ish people?

Prompt: “Let’s go fuck in that closet.”

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Helloo loves! Starting off the new year with a new smutty fic! This was suppose to be for a writing challenge I joined back in May (holy shit i’ve put this off for way to long..sorry), but the blog who hosted the challenge kinda logged off of tumblr...but I still wanted to write this if they decided to come back (and check it out) and also for you guys of course. This is also very much unedited (like always because im excited to share this) Lemme know if you guys wanna be tagged in future fics and what you think of this fic! Enjoy ;)

**DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BUT I CANT CONTROL YOUR ACTIONS SO THIS FINAL WARNING IS POINTLESS...**

“Fuck, how many drinks have you had?” Sam asked, looking at Bucky.

“Far too many. You think Stark’s gonna stop poisoning us?” he chuckled in reply.

“Guys we should play a game!” Tony slurred excitingly towards all of you.

“Tony, are you drunk?” Steve asked Tony. In response he ignored the captain.

You looked at Natasha who was sitting next to you on the couch. Rolling your eyes you asked the man, “What game should we play Tony?”

“I’m glad you asked my dear sweet Y/N.” he stated as he patted your head gently.

“He’s for sure drunk.” you heard Clint huff under his breath.

“Whoever said that, go suck a dick.” Tony grumbled. “Anyways we should play hide and seek! It would be so fun to play it in this big tower!” he exclaimed.

“Tony, I honestly think you’ve had way too much to drink.” Pepper chuckled at her husband.

“No, I’m fine dear. Seriously guys come on! I’ll make it fair. We can have partners!” Tony explained.

“I call Y/N!” Sam yelled getting up from his seat.

“Dude what the fuck!” Bucky whispered, slapping his shoulder with an angry expression.

“Hey, I wanted to partner with Y/N.” Natasha pouted towards Tony and you.

“Guys, relax I’m sure Tony is the one who will be picking partners. Isn’t that right Tony?” you hesitantly said looking at Stark.

“That’s right Y/N.” Tony replied. “And since Mr. Wilson over here was so eager he’s going to be partnered with Clint.”

“Noo!” Sam and Clint both shouted in astonishment as they looked at Tony.

“Sorry boys. Nat you’re with Steve.” Tony ordered looking at the pair. “I’m with my beautiful wife of course.”

“Yeah, no I’m tired honey. Being the host of an extravagant party was enough.” she said as she kissed Tony’s cheek.

“Good night Pepper.” you said ever so sweetly.

“Thanks. Have fun guys.” she said waving goodbye to everyone and exiting the room.

“Well, I guess I’m with you Banner. I’m assuming you’re playing.” Tony asked, crossing his arms.

“Do I have a choice?” Bruce said in defeat.

“Nope!” Tony said. “And that leaves Y/N and Bucky for the final pair.” he added looking towards the two of you. You were kind of happy to be paired with Bucky, even though you wished to be paired with Natasha, but Bucky will have to do. I mean, you and Bucky have been having an on and off thing every so often, how bad would this be? You looked towards Bucky with a smile which he returned.

“What?! How come Bucky gets to be with Y/N!? I called dibs!” Sam said angrily towards Tony.

“Because I said so.” Tony snapped which made Sam go off in the corner to sulk. “So here are the rules; you can’t ask FRIDAY for help, each pair needs to stay together, if you are found you can’t help the seeker find the others, and this entire floor is up for grabs.” Tony explained.

“Wait, if the entire floor is good to hide, that means we can hide in people’s rooms?” Clint asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Yup, everything is clear. If everyone is ok with that?” Tony asked, looking at everyone.

“Yeah.” “I’m fine with that.” “Ok.” “Sure.”

“Alright, but just in case none touches anybody’s stuff in their rooms. Oh, I also forgot to mention, you can move around if you don’t like your hiding spot.” Tony stated sounding less drunk than before. “So, is everyone ready?” he asked and everyone gave a nod towards the man.

“Ok, Bruce and I will be the seekers. We’ll give everyone 15 minutes to hide. FRIDAY can you announce when the time is up and who gets found when we find people?” he asked the AI.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” the AI said. “Your 15 minute timer starts now.”

With that everyone grabbed their partners and took off. Clint practically dragged Sam from the corner where he was sulking. Steve picked up Nat and carried her out of the room. Natasha was furiously yelling at Steve to put her down saying she can walk herself. Bucky grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the kitchen.

As the two of you entered the kitchen you both saw Clint try to shove Sam into one of the cabinets underneath the island table. They both felt yours and Bucky’s stares and whipped their heads towards the two of you.

“GET OUT!” Sam yelled as he tried to shimmy into the storage space. Bucky raised his hands in defeat and the two of you exited the kitchen. As you both were leaving you heard Sam yell to Clint, “Dude quit shoving me so hard!” The two of you laughed as you walked down the hallway.

You both passed the living quarters where you briefly saw red hair hiding behind a dresser. You stopped walking to look into the room, which was Clint’s, and saw blue eyes were peeking underneath a bed. “You guys are gonna be found first.” you said to the two.

“Fuck off Y/N. You guys haven’t even hidden yet.” you heard Nat say from behind the dresser.

“There is 5 minutes remaining.” FRIDAY announced.

“Let’s see who gets found first.” Steve said from underneath the bed.

You shook your head and walked towards Bucky. The two of you couldn’t find a perfect spot to hide and time was running out.

“Y/N there.” Bucky said pointing towards the laundry room. You nodded and the two of you quickly entered the room searching for a good place to hide.

“Damn it there’s nowhere good to hide in here!” you huffed out towards the man.

“Aw come on Y/N. What about there?” he said pointing to the supply closet. “Let’s go fuck in that closet.” he said with a smirk.

“What the fuck Bucky!” you quietly yelled. “First off, no. Second, why should we hide there? Isn’t it a little too obvious to hide in a closet?” you replied with your hands on your hips.

“Hey at least I tried.” he said, raising his arms in defense. “Well it may be so obvious that the science bros wouldn’t even look there.” Bucky replied, back arms crossed.

“The 15 minute time is up. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner is on their way.” the AI announced.

“Ugh, fine we’ll hide in the closet.” you huffed in defeat as you pulled Bucky with you towards the closet. You opened the door, shoved Bucky inside first and got in closing the door behind you. The space felt super small with Bucky’s large frame pressed up behind you. His hands were on your hips and you felt his hot breath on your exposed neck. Fuck why did Tony have to have this idea right after a party? You grumbled to yourself.

“You smell nice, doll.” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“That’s fucking creepy Bucky.” you replied back.

“What, I can’t help it. You look so fucking hot in this dress.” he started as he rubbed his hands along your frame which of course gave you goosebumps.

“Wait, be quiet. I think I hear someone.” you whispered. Bucky became quiet, but his arms wrapped around your front this time and he pulled you even closer to his body. You could feel his bulge pressing against your lower back.

“Nothing here.” you heard Bruce yell.

“Did you check the closet?” Tony asked.

“I don’t think anyone would be hiding in the closet. That’s the most obvious place to hide.” Banner said.

“Alright then.” Stark stated as the two of them exited the laundry room.

He sobered up quickly you said to yourself.

Both you and Bucky huffed out the breath you were holding. You waited a good 5 minutes before opening the closet door and pulling Bucky out. As soon as the two of you got out of that closet you heard FRIDAY announce that Natasha and Steve were found first.

“Knew it.” you whispered with a smirk towards Bucky. “We gotta find somewhere else to hide.” you added.

“Where should we go?” he asked, walking towards the exit of the laundry room, looking out into the hallway to see if the coast was clear.

“Maybe someone’s room. I don’t think that Tony and Bruce would go back there since they already found a pair.” you said shrugging your shoulders.

“Alright, let's go to Sam’s room.” Bucky said. “I’ve always wanted to mess with his stuff.” he added with a smirk.

“Tony said to not mess with the rooms, Buck.” you said as the two of you walked into the hallway towards the room.

“Fuck his rules. I’ve been meaning to mess with Wilson’s stuff for a while, but never got the chance.” he snickered.

“Whatever.” you huffed.

The two of you arrived in Sam’s room without hesitation and Bucky wreaked havoc. He went into the bathroom and messed with all of Sam’s toiletries. Sam’s bed was neatly fixed before the two of you got there, but once Bucky finished messing with his bathroom, he walked towards the bed laying down on it.

“You wanna fuck in his bed?” Bucky said wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“What no.” you quickly said.

“Fine, maybe next time.” winking at you as he stood up from the bed. You rolled your eyes as you looked around the room wondering if Tony and Bruce found Sam and Clint. About 15 minutes passed and you were getting bored. Did Tony and Bruce give up?

“You guys are giving me a headache.” you heard Tony announce through the intercoms. “New rule, if you found a new spot to hide you have to stay there.”

“Ugh, I need this game to be over so i can get out of this dress.” you said as you laid on Sam’s bed.

“I can help with that, doll.” Bucky flirted which again made you roll your eyes. “Come one Y/N. Help me get back at Sam for his prank on me. Let’s fuck on his bed.” he begged at you on his knees. You sat up as an idea formed in your mind, which would help him get his revenge.

“No, I’m not gonna have sex with you in Sam’s bed.” you said and Bucky groaned frustrated looking at the ground. “But,” you started and that made him lift his head up. You leaned forwards towards him so that your face was close to his. “I’ll fuck you in his closet.” you said looking straight into his eyes. You saw his blue eyes turn dark filling with lust.

“You’re serious Y/N? You’re not messing with me right?” he asked quietly staring into your eyes

“I’m dead serious babe.” you said confidently and with that Bucky stood up and lifted you into his arms. As he walked towards the closet his blue eyes were staring into your y/e/c eyes. He looked down to your lips then back up at your eyes. Once Bucky entered the open closet he leaned his head forward and connected his lips with yours.

The kiss was passionate and rough. Bucky closed the door slightly so just enough light could peak through. He pressed you up against the wall as he still held onto you. He deepened the kiss and the two of you moaned as your tongues fought for dominance. Your chest was pressed up against his, arms around his neck holding him close and thighs wrapped around his torso.

You felt one of his hands move from your back to your exposed thigh. He ran his hand from your thigh up to your hip, pushing your black dress along with it. Bucky withdrew his lips from yours and attached them to your neck. Unsatisfied with his thin grey dress shirt, you moved your hands to his chest and began to unbutton the fabric wanting more of him. Just as you finished unbuttoning his shirt you both heard a noise outside the closed space.

Both of you froze in place looking towards the cracked door not wanting to get caught. You heard footsteps walk past the room and a grumble followed by a door shutting. It was probably Steve, tired of Tony’s little game and wanting to sleep the rest of the night. With that the two of you huffed in relief, Bucky looked back to you with his lustful eyes.

“You’re sure you still want to do this?” he asked face inches to yours.

“If we get caught, then whoever catches us will have a great show.” you said smugly.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, doll.” he growled as he took off his shirt completely while still holding onto you.

You followed suit, luckily your dress had no zippers, so you pulled your dress up over your head and kicked off your heels. Bucky pulled back and drooled at the sight of you. You wore a black bralette and lace thong underneath your dress. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled it forward as he pressed his lips on yours once again. Your hands ran up his toned chest to the back of his neck, you used our right hand to slightly pull at his hair which made him moan.

Bucky’s right hand moved from your hip to up your body, stopping at your left breast giving it a light squeeze. Moaning at the sensation you began to grind against his lower half, feeling his dick twitch underneath his dress pants. Bucky pushed the fabric covering your breasts down, his lips removed from yours as he placed hot wet kisses from your jaw down to your chest. Admiring your naked torso he lifted you higher against the wall so he could attach his lips on your hardened nipple as one of his hands began to rub your clit through your lace thong. You moaned, grabbing a fist full of his hair drawing his lips back to yours.

Once your lips were attached Bucky’s, he began to unbuckle his belt and you fumbled unzipping his pants off. He pushed them down along with his boxer briefs to his thighs and his hard dick sprang free form its restraints. It was your turn to now drool at the sight of him. You moved your right hand between your bodies as you grabbed his dick and began stroking it. Bucky moved his hand back to your clothed pussy and moved your lace thong to the side. He gathered the slick juices from your pussy to his mouth, moaning harder at the taste of you and your actions.

“You ready doll?” he asked looking at your eyes and you replied with a yes. He spat in his hand and pumped his dick before slowly inserting into you. The two of you moaned at the sensation as Bucky held you close waiting for you to adjust to his size.

“Move baby.” you whispered in his ear. Bucky slowly pulled out of you and back in.His movements were torturously slow and you wanted more.

“Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner have found Mr. Wilson and Barton.” FRIDAY announced.

Oh thank god you said to yourself. “You better make this fast Barnes.” you breathed out finally getting what you wanted.

“Oh doll, if you want fast I’ll show you fast.” he whispered in your ear. Just like that his hips pulled back almost completely and quickly thrusted back into you. You moaned in Bucky’s ear pulling at his hair with your right hand, scratching his back with the other keeping his body close to yours. His pace changed to an agonizing slow pace making you clench around him.

“Fuck Bucky.” you moaned as your head rested on his shoulder. Bucky then thrusted hard into you again. You screamed, biting his shoulder as your back was pressed harder against the wall.

“Shit doll, you’re taking me so well.” he said as he kissed along your jaw. With each sharp thrust his lips moved closer and closer to yours. Once he felt your clench around his dick he placed his lips on yours swallowing your moans.

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled as they entered his room.

Bucky’s ears perked up and he quickened his pace fucking you harder and harder. You couldn’t control how loud your moans were. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, hoping Sam didn’t hear. Your legs began to shake as you felt your climax come near and Bucky felt you clench around his dick. He quickly moved his hand over to your clit rubbing the small bundle of nerves as fast as he could. You both hear footsteps come closer and closer to the closet door.

You and Bucky began panting hard at how close you both were. You felt Bucky’s dick twitch inside of you, which made you clench around him and just as you both were at the peak of your climax the closet door quickly opened revealing Sam. His eyes wide at the sight of you naked pressed up against the wall and Bucky balls deep inside of you. The two of you groaned in each other's mouths as you both came hearing yelling in the background.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sam yelled again. Covering his eyes at the scene in front of him, his two best friends having sex with one another.

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