#Damain is just cranky

[bwabbitv3s]

John is never in his office in the watchtower as he always ends up found and forced to deal with things when he is there. Today is no different only it is Batman that shows up at his door. He is sorely tempted to hide under his desk and pretend to not have seen Batman at the door. Only Spooky probably knows he is there and will just track him down. A deep sigh and regret about not being allowed to smoke in the watchtower he gets up and unlocks the door.

That, he was not expecting that. Batman standing in the doorway to his office with an armful of cats. Two adults, one young cat just out of kittenhood, and a little kitten. The largest cat, ginger tom with a torn up ear and white blaze, glares and growls at him. The other placid adult cat, looks like a one of those fancy gray leopard spotted ones, just bats at the first and chirps happily. The younger black cat dangles from Batman's arms and gives John that judging look only cats can pull off. The kitten is a tiny cinnamon coloured thing puffed up in adorable fury with seething green eyes.

"Fix them." Batman say.

John has the dawning horror that he begins to recognizes the cats the longer he looks at them.

#batman #oops they the batfam is cats now #they got too close to something and got turned into cats #Bruce has never once been as thankful to be just out of range of something than in that moment #batman just scoops them all up and goes straight to a powerful magic user #No trying to science this out going straight to the magic bullshit people #The fragments of the magic item that did this are in his pack #He just needs both hands to hold his kids as cats #Mostly to keep Jason and Damian from taking off #Dick is fine with this he is pretty sure it will all work out don't worry #Tim is just so done there is just judgement from him #Jason is furious and ready to rip the first person that attempts to pet him to shreds #shreds I say #Damain is just cranky #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damain wayne #john constantine

[marvinswriting]

Coffee burns

Prompt(s): lmao this had prompts but i forgot about them and this fic went in another direction it turned into i love the gang lets write them

G/T mean girls

The co-sized mall- which wasn't very co-sized- was one of my least favorite places to be.  Each individual store had tiny areas with a small cashier and tiny workers and shit, but the mall itself had no form of tiny transportation or tiny recreation areas, like food courts or those random couches you just find to take a break. 

Northshore, like its high school, did not have many tinies. I could name everyone and their moms who live in the tiny neighborhood. 

It's no secret that I hate being in primarily giant places. I mean, I feel like I'd hate high school anyway, but anywhere other than Damian's house just makes me all around nervous.

Now put me in a crowded mall?

Yeah, I'll pass.

Except I didn't. 

Regina had somehow convinced the whole group that a trip to the mall would be fun. I didn't believe her, but the whole group was going so why not. 

We were currently at the food court. Regina was on Gretchen's shoulder eating a fry she stole from Karen. Probably the funniest visual of Regina I have to date. She broke off part of fry yet it was still half the size of her. 

Aaron was in his own conversation with Cady who had her elbows propped up on the table and was holding Aaron in her hands. 

Food court tables are nasty. You won't catch me (or any tiny with common sense) sitting on them. 

I was on Damian's shoulder only partly paying attention to his conversation with Karen. Too busy making faces at Regina to contribute to whatever was going on. 

Yeah, sometimes I can see why Aaron calls us 'literally children'. But hey, we aren't hurting anyone. 

"You sure you don't want food, Janis?" Damian asks. 

I look away from Regina. "Yeah, I'm not hungry."

Like every time I get nervous, the pit in my stomach prevents any appetite. I don't know why I was nervous. I think just being around so many people puts me in a constant state of anxiety, whether they're giants or not. 

"Jesus, Regina!" I watch as she finishes the fucking french fry.

"We don't talk about it." She says. "I already regret that decision."

I lean closer to Damain's neck with a smile. It's nice to have a group where, no matter where we hang out or at what time, it's always fun. 

"Guys," Aaron speaks up, grabbing all out attention. "Who's right. Me or Cady. We're sayin-"

"Cady." Damian and I say in unison.

"You don't even know what we're talking about yet!" 

"Yeah, but it's Cady." Regina says.

Aaron huffs. "Crazy."

Cady gives a good-natured chuckle and brings Aaron to sit on his shoulder. "Everyone done eating?"

There a chorus of yeahs from around the table. 

"Can we stop at forever 21?" Gretchen asks. "I know its not a store for all of us but there's a shirt I wanna get while it's still on sale but Regina needs to see it first."

Damian shrugs lightly but it's enough to make me tip a bit. I ignore Regina laughing at me.

"Doesn't matter to me." Karen says.

Cady waves her hand. "I don't mind."

"Cady's my ride. I gotta go where she goes." Aaron says.

I shrug. "Sure."

There aren't many tinies in high school, but they're also is a smaller group of giants. All people of all ages go to the mall, and most tinies avoided it like the plague. So the ratio of tinies to giants is even greater here. 

In high school, you only get in trouble for fucking with tinies when you're caught. In the mall, you only get in trouble for shoplifting or doing coke in the back of the JC Pennies while on a lunch break from your job at Spencer's.

True story.

The kid moved on to be a teacher in the next town over. He's got kids now.

The point I'm trying to get to is, even if the mall did accommodate more for tinies, I don't think we'd start going. It's dangerous. 

Damian wasn't wearing his jacket and I had nowhere to hide. I think that stressed me more than anything. 

Whatever it's fine.

Damian was wearing a sweatshirt. I was sitting pushed against his neck with the hood pulled over my legs for warmth. Its tits cold in the middle of December and the mall is fucking air-conditioned. Why? Who knows. Not me.

We walk past a trio of women I can only describe as "karens". Not our Karen. The shoulder haircut, let me speak to your manager type vibe. The gross karens. 

One of them eyes me and I can't help but pull Damian's hoodie further over me, the knot in my stomach is back.

"Young man?" She asks as Damian walks past.

For fucks sakes.

Damian turns to her, and I don't even need to look at his face to know he's unamused. We both kinda know what's coming.

"Are you aware of the tiny on your shoulder?"

"Yes. I am." He states flatly.

"Is it bothering you?"

It? Well, that's better than space dyke I guess.

"No, she's my friend." Damian states. "Why, is there an issue here?"

The rest of our friends have walked away without noticing Damian got stopped.

"How can you stand with tinies?" One of the ladies speaks up.

Wow. Rude.

I leaned against Damian's neck more, pulling the hoodie over me fully like a blanket. I wasn't offended, just bored. These ladies can go on for hours about how 'tinies don't deserve rights'. 

"How can you stand against them?" Damian retaliates. He begins walking away, ignoring the offended gawks he received.

I laugh a little, looking over his shoulder.

"You showed them." I cheer weakly.

"Sure did." Damian nods catching up to the group. They were still at the entrance to forever 21.

"Where did you guys go?" Cady asked. "We turn around and you're just gone!"

"Got stopped by annoying old ladies," Damian says with a dramatic eye roll.

"Don't fuck with Damian and his tiny!" I point to myself with a grin. "They called me an it."

"That's original." Aaron remarks. 

I watch as a soft smile passes Damian's face at the 'his tiny'. After we had the dreadful emotion talk, he was a lot more open to the idea that his tiny her tiny was not as self belittling as it seemed. When it came from a tiny of course.

"If I was their size, I could and would punch them." Regina said from Gretchen's shoulder.

"I dunno man, some of them were pretty short. I think you could." Damian smiled.

"Hell yeah!" I cheer.

"Well, now that mom friend and reckless are here, let's go see that shirt, Gretch." Regina says motioning further into the store.

Everyone follows Gretchen into the store. Even though we're only here for Gretchen a shirt caught Regina's eye that 'Cady would look so fucking hot in'. 

I'm still tucked carefully under Damian's hood, watching as Regina makes Gretchen and Cady try on the two shirts. Cady walks over to Damian holding out Aaron. "Can you?"

Damian grins. "Yeah, shoulder next to Janis?" He asks Aaron as Cady hands him off.

"I won't shove you like Regina!" I throw jazz hands and both boys laugh.

"Sure, shoulder."

Because I'm curled up so close to Damian's neck, Aaron can sit in the center without it feeling too crowded. We watch as Cady walks out first in a shirt.

Its pink, obviously, and loose. The pale pink brought out the constant rosey shades in Cady's cheeks. It shows some mid-drift and- Jesus christ I'm gay.

"Cute!" Damian says. I pull the hoodie up in a vain attempt to hide how hard I was blushing, 

Cady went back in to change as Gretchen came out. She was wearing a shirt. It was whatever.

As the two girls got up to pay I could feel the stressed feeling fade. I pushed Damian's hoodie off me a bit. Even as a barely co-sized mall, the fun nature of the group didn't leave. It was nice.

Cady walks over to retrieve Aaron. "What'd you think of the shirt, Janis?" She asks, scooping up Aaron wordlessly. 

"It- it was pretty," I say, trying to will my face from getting hot. "It looked cute on you. Nice color."

Damian chuckles and I elbow his neck slightly. 

Cady grins. "Thanks, Janis!"

"No problem." My face is red again.

It's so red she can tell oh god why am I like this why-

Cady gives one last smile before walking away to catch up with Gretchen and Karen. Damian does too but he stays a bit behind to talk with me.

"Smooth one, Janis."

"I didn't lie. It looks fucking good on her."

"And I'm the too gay to function one."

"I was functioning! Just poorly."

"Sure." Damian teases. 

I huff crossing my arms as a hand scoops me up.

"You know I love you." Damian says holding me to his chest as he weaves through a crowd. There's a lot of shoulder bumping and I'm glad to be here instead of up there. Or more likely on the floor. "What's going on?" He asks catching up to the group.

Gretchen shrugs, Regina in her hands. Both tinies seemed to be in a similar relocated-for-safety- position.

"The crowd came out of nowhere," Karen explained. 

It didn't seem like anyone was standing waiting for something, more like we just his a bit of traffic where too many people are all walking in different directions. 

We pull over and sit down on one of those charging phone stations with a couple of couches and a table. We're gonna wait for the crowd to pass.

Damian sets me gently on the table in front of the sofa and sits down. 

Aaron joins me on the table but Regina stays on Gretchen's shoulder with a huff after being told she isn't allowed to push me off.

We sit and talk for a while, waiting for the crowd to clear out when I see the old ladies from before approaching the area.

Great.

They were sporting coffee from the shitty vegan cafe next to the Starbucks. Pretty sure old cranky Karens are the only thing keeping the store open.

The way the seating area was laid out had two couches with a coffee table in the center. 

The 'karens' sat on the other sofa. While I didn't feel great about having my backs to them, I could see Damian and Cady both eyeing them nervously. 

"Um," A cranky and high pitched voice speaks up from behind me. "Maybe you shouldn't put your dirty tinies on the table."

And this is where possession became an issue.

"We don't own them," Damian said dully. 

Hell yeah, baby.

"They're also cleaner than most things on that table, including the table," Cady says, but both her and Damian lean forward in their seats a little anyway.

"Then where am I supposed to put my coffee?" Another voice whines.

"It's a big table, Miss," Damian says. "They don't take up much room."

"You're mother did a poor job in raising you, young man." One of the ladies speak.

You insult Sherry Hubbard one more time and I'll stab you with one of those plastic coffee mixers. As much as I wanna vocalize my opinion and get violent, I figure its best I left this one to Damian.

"My mother taught me the value of living beings. Tiny or not." Damian says calmly, but I can tell he's as pissed as I am.

There's shuffling behind me and a huge cup of coffee gets slammed down next to me.

I'm sorry, what?

Out of the huge fucking table, you chose half an inch away from me.

It's not even the worst part.

Scalding hot coffee splashes over the edge a bit, landing on my arm and steeping through my jacket.

I shake my arm, jumping back with a yell. 

"Janis!" Fear flashes in Damian's eyes as he reaches over and scoops me off the table. "What was that for?" He asked one of the ladies who looked very smug with themselves.

"All I did was place my coffee on the coffee table."

I bit my lip, slipping off my jacket despite all my inner protest to never take it off. The coffee drenched my entire sleeve and left it burning hot. My arm underneath the coat was red and splotchy. 

Aaron, who had been transported to Cady's shoulder the second this got violent, looked down at me and gasped.

It didn't hurt too bad, it just looked bad. It felt like sunburn, not blistering burns.

Damian looks down at me and I can see the fear in his eyes turn to anger.

"Do you even care that you hurt her?" 

The lady shrugged. "Not particularly, no."

"Yet if somebody spilt boiling hot coffee on a dog, you'd flip shit I assume." Cady said. There was an edge to her voice. Cady never cursed. She's gotta be pissed. 

"Somebody spilt coffee on a dog?" Our Karen asked with extreme worry.

"No. Somebody spilt boiling coffee on Janis." Gretchen explains.

"Janis, that's awful!" Karen throws a sympathetic look at me.

I give her a thumbs up knowing she can't hear me.

It hurts to move my arm. I poke it. The skin stays white in contrast to the red around it momentarily. Just like sunburn. 

It'll be worse tomorrow, for sure.

I tune back into the conversation after doing a quick harm check.

I don't think I've ever seen Cady chew somebody out so hard. It isn't long before the trio mysteriously has somewhere to be.

The walk away and Cady leans back into the sofa. "One thing I don't miss about Africa? Entitled Karens."

"They disrespect my name." Karen agreed. 

"You okay, Jan?" Damian asked, holding me up to eye level with him. 

His hands were laid pretty flat like he was scared if he touched me he'd hurt me.

"I'm fine," I say. "For now."

While I may hate high school, I do miss Regina being in charge. Since the whole gang kinda got more open about our friendship with eating lunch altogether or walking the halls with each other, people stopped bothering Damian and I. 

Regina George's friends are off-limits.

But the mall isn't high school. 

I lay backways in Damian's hands, looking at the ceiling.

"I remember why I don't come here often," I mumble.

Damian laughs, but the stress on his face doesn't ease.

"We should start heading home," Gretchen says. "It was a nice day, lets ditch before more shit goes wrong. You know our luck."

"Yeah," Cady laughs. "No kidding."

"The bad stuff always happens to me!" I groan.

I watch as Cady silently slips Aaron into the chest pocket on her flannel.

He fell asleep.

Lucky bitch.

"I want to take a nap." I say, turning on my side. The coffee burned arm is in the air.

"Sucks that Damian doesn't have his jacket." Regina teased as everyone gets up.

Damian grins. "Still have pockets though."

Damian shifts me onto one hand as he gets up, lowing me to his hoodie pocket.

I typically only go here post-panic attack or something, when I need to hide way but don't want to get claustrophobic with something as snug as the chest pocket. 

Still, I'm not complaining.

Damian's hand stays in the pocket, cupped gently around me. I lean further into his hand, without my jacket on I feel cold as fuck. His hands, as always, are warm and soft. 

His fingers curl around me protectively and I can't help but laugh softly. 

Leave to Damian to worry about me over even the little things.

Hot coffee is by far not the worst injury I’ve gotten over my years. But I could trip and fall on a flat surface or fall from someone's shoulders and Damian would get equally stressed about both of them.

I smelt like burnt black coffee but it was overpowered by the familiar comfort of Damian. 

Damian's thumb ran up and down my uninjured arm softly as he continued on with his day like there wasn't a tiny being in his pocket.

The conversation outside of the pocket was muffled. Occasionally Damian spoke up, clearer than the rest, but even his voice was hushed so I could fall asleep.

And to be honest? I wasn't hard to. 

Gretchen was right, we had a really fun day.

A little coffee burn can't change that.

Especially if it means my day ends with a nap.

And I'll probably get to stay at Damian's then, where I can see his mother, the wonderful lady who taught him about the value of lives, no matter what some old karen says. 

I wrap my arm around one of Damian's fingers as I let myself fall asleep.

i had so much fun writing this fic while yelling at bear about pocket content,,,,its not a g/t mg fic with out pocket time

@realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

#g/t mean girls #i love pockets okay? #oh to be tiny janis and hide in damians pocket at the slightest inconvenience #tiny janis #tiny regina #tiny aaron #giant gretchen #giant damian #giant karen #giant cady

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

We’ll Have That to Go

Day 4 of Batgirl & Robin Week is Snack Break! Today’s dynamic duo features the bickering talents of Steph and Damian. @super-batgirl here’s today’s! As usual it can also be found here on my ao3. Rating: G Words: 1,003 Gen

Steph was nearing the edge of her patrol sector, zigzagging across the roofs as she inched closer to where it bordered Bruce and Damian’s route. The caped crusader, Gotham’s very own dark knight had been forced to stay home by Alfred and a rather sassy doctor’s note saying one could not be the night whilst one had a fractured tibia and the tail end of the flu. Which meant that Damian had been allowed out on his own for most of the night, on the condition that he listened to Oracle when she told him not to do something and that he team up with Steph when their patrols intersected. Which would be in a matter of seconds as Steph could see the boy wonder swinging towards her from her perch atop a conveniently placed water tower at the edge of the West Village and the Bay Side.

“Hey there Munchkin!” Steph called out as Damian landed on the roof below her.

He glared up at her, crossing his arms across his red tunic covered chest as he did so. “Do not call me Munchkin, Fat-girl!”

“How is it that I can’t call you Munchkin but you can call me Fat-girl?” she asked as she slid down her line to the roof beside Damian. Before he could give a retort a sudden gust of wind came up and blew Steph’s blonde hair into her face. She swatted her hands and spat strands out of her mouth, trying to clear her vision while Damian howled with laughter from beside her.

Once she had managed to tame her hair back into some semblance of normalcy she was able to see Damian bent double, arms wrapped around his sides as he continued to laugh. He stood straight with a deep breath, a slight sneer on his face. “I believe the answer to your question would be because the universe wills it so,” Damian smirked as he gestured to the skyline around them.

Steph huffed and glared down at him. “Well at least I’m tall enough to ride the roller coaster at Amusement Mile,” Steph sassed him.

“As if I would ever ride that death trap,” Damian scoffed.

“You’re just jealous.”

“-tt- And you are delusional!”

Steph put her hands on her hips and stuck her tongue out, bending over so that she could be right in Damian’s face. Damian mirrored her until they both heard a voice in their ear. “Your face is going to stick like that you know,” Oracle half chuckled over the comms.

Both their eyes widened and they straightened up as quickly as possible. “Uh. Sorry O?” Steph winced. Damian’s eyes remained wide, showing off his white lenses as he gazed around for the camera Oracle had used to spot them.

“Yeah yeah. Now get moving. If you’re going to take a break take a proper one and get some sugar in those obviously cranky bodies.” Steph knew Babs would be grinning and she could just make out a soft snort in the background that more than likely belonged to Dinah.

Steph crinkled her brows and huffed, turning to Damian. “What d’you say Robin, snack break?”

“Why not,” Damain said with a shrug.

“Wanna hit up that late night ice cream place over on Front Street?”

“The one Drake and Cassandra like so much?” Damian quirked his head. She thought he looked particularly bird-like when he did that and it made her giggle. He shot her a quick glare before nodding. “That would suffice.”

“C’mon, I’ll race ya!” Steph took off running, pulling her grapple gun out of its holster as she did. With a glance over her shoulder she saw Damian right on her tail with a wicked smile on his face.

“Get me a cookie monster sundae to go!” Oracle told them.

Steph and Damian were neck and neck as they ran the few blocks, swinging to land in front of the striped awning near simultaneously. Damian lurched towards the door and managed to grab the handle before Steph could. He grinned as Steph near tackled him and the two tumbled through the door.

“And one brownie badge, a banana split, and a fudgey buddy. All to go,” Oracle told them as they skidded to a stop on the checkered tile.

Steph stood, putting one hand on her hip and the other to her ear to make sure her comm was on. “Uh… Oracle? You having a party or something?” She shared a look with Damian who shrugged. Neither of them had any clue what was going on.

“The Birds heard you were stopping for ice cream, they want some too. Just cut patrol early and bring it all to the Clocktower, Dinah has money from Ollie to pay you back.”

Steph and Damian exchanged a look. “Oracle? I thought that you instructed us to take a ‘snack break’ not to end patrol?” Damian’s bottom lip pushed out in the beginning of a pout. Steph reached out and scrubbed her gloved hand through his short hair. His pout disappeared as he turned to glare up at her.

“No worries O. One ice cream social coming up!” Steph walked up to the teenaged boy who had been waiting patiently for them behind the counter.

“Hiya Batgirl, hey Robin,” he smiled at them with easy familiarity. “You want your usual?”

Steph bobbed her head with a smile. “Yep! And a cookie monster, brownie badge, fudgey buddy and… Robin, what was the other one?”

“-tt- A banana split,” Damian said with an eye roll.

Steph shot him finger guns before turning back to the cashier. “And make that all to go please!”

A few minutes later Batgirl and Robin walked out of the ice cream shop, bags of ice cream in hand and capes swishing behind them. “We make the best dramatic exits Dami.”

“-tt- As long as this doesn’t end in a bang Brown.”

“Was that a pun?”

“What?! No!”

“A joke?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Fat-girl…”

“Uh huh…”

#dc comics #batgirlandrobinweek #batgirlandrobin #stephanie brown #batgirl #damian wayne #robin #barbara gordon #oracle #the batgirls are better than you #batbros #the birds of prey kick butt and take names #writing #own writing #my fic #so if the end was confusing for you it was supposed to be like they were walking away and their voices were fading out #i hope that translated but if not i'm sorry #also this darn ice cream shop is turning into a character of its own?