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mxtantrights · 7 months

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Hi. Can you do a Fem! Reader x Batfamilie Soulmates? Where they find the reader hurt and the reader is pretty terrified. Mainly fluff, still insisted that reader should move in and get lessons from them

this turned into a behemoth but here we are! I hope you like it. It was fun to kind of do this all as a one-shot and not worry about plot holes and stuff. as always thanks for sending something in, this was fun to make <3333

You weren't in your right state of mind. How could you be? With a busted lip and slash marks littered all over your body. If that wasn't enough the three miles you ran to get away from danger really took all of your energy.

So when you end up at the front steps of a very lush looking house you collapse completely. If the people chasing you didn't catch you then surely the people who live in the old manor could ask you to run around while they hunt you for sport.

When your eyes shut, there is only one thing on your mind. This is it.

Damian Wayne hears a noise outside while he's walking back to the manor. He shouldn't have been outside anyways, but batcow needed some nurturing with the long day she had. He was walking back when he heard a thud from the front. Usually, he just scales the walls and gets back into his room.

But tonight, he decides to investigate. He keeps a weapon on him at all times, even when he's home. He's thankful for it and places his knife in his hand as he ventures closer to the front door. The thought doesn't cross his mind to call for anyone else. He is fully capable of handling a threat by himself.

When he gets close enough to see the tips of your shoes sprawled on the floor he grunts to himself, ready for fight.

"Get off the floor now!" he shouts.

There is no response, seeing as you're knocked out. He shouts again and you don't move an inch. Damian takes this as hostile behavior and inches closer and closer. It isn't long before he puts together that you are lying on the ground for a reason.

He puts it together when he sees your whole body laid out on the front steps. Damian puts the knife away and rushes over to you. His fingers check your pulse, slow but steady, he then checks your eyes. He doesn't miss the busted lip, or the tiny slashes on your face.

Before he can even begin to get you up, the front door opens. Bruce Wayne in his nighttime attire stands at the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Damian?" he asks.

"I didn't do it." Damian answers.

Bruce looks over at your body and realization dawns on him. The Owl court used to play tricks on people like this before. The scars on your face and all over your body, they were after you.

The older man doesn't hesitate to grab you off the floor, holding you in his arms. He turns to Damian.

"Please get Alfred." he says.

And then Bruce Wayne is bringing you inside. Damian runs in after him and ducks and weaves into the rooms to get Alfred. Bruce carries you all the way to the living room, where he sets you down on the couch. He's concluded that your injuries aren't bad, but the adrenaline crash is what knocked you out.

Alfred and Damian come into the room at once.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred asks.

"She'll need stitches. And a change of clothes." Bruce says.

Alfred nods, "Right away, sir."

Damian stands next to his father and watches over you with him. The both of them seem to be looking over you for anything else they might've missed. A tracker? A wire? A camera?

"Father, what if-" Damian starts.

"I know, but first we need her to wake up." Bruce cuts him off.

"We should keep her down in the cave."

"No, she didn't run to the cave. She ran here. If we bring her down there, she'll know who we are." Bruce answers.

Damian nods, "Okay Father, so what do we do now?"

"We wait."

It's a long wait. You sleep a total of thirteen uninterrupted hours. Which isn't unusual for someone in your position. Your body needs rest.

When you do open your eyes, you find yourself on a bed under warm covers. Something is sticking into your arm, and you look over to see what it is. An IV. Your eyes go wide.

Immediately you start to unplug the needle from your arm. Your breathing goes rigid. You pull the covers off you. They found you. They found you and they want to keep torturing you. They want to keep playing their sick games.

You shoot out of bed and look around the room for something, anything to help you out. There is nothing. No knives. No sharp objects. Thats when you realize you weren't tied up.

A knock on the door makes you flinch. You back up so that the bed will be in-between you and the person trying to come inside.

"May I come in?" a gentle voice asks.

You aren't sure how to answer that. You are still unclear if this is a trap. What if you answer wrong? What if this is another game, something new?

You clear your throat, now realizing how scratchy it feels.

"Yes." you answer.

The door opens and reveals a tall young man. He can't be any older than you. He has green eyes and jet black hair, a white streak in it.

"Who are you?" you ask him.

"My name is Jason," he starts.

You notice that he leaves the door open. You can see outside the room. Your first instinct is to run, your feet shift back and forth. But you think against it. With the way the man, Jason, is standing there more than six feet and ready to stop you if need be.

"Do you remember anything about how you came here?" he asks.

You shake your head, "I don't even know where here is."

He smiles, it's soft and it would have gone unnoticed if you weren't trying to gauge who he is.

"This is my childhood home." he says.

"I don't understand, how did I get here?" you ask him now.

Jason crosses his arms against his chest, "We don't know."

"We?" you ask quickly.

Jason puts his hands up in surrender.

"I'm not trying to scare you, it's me and my family in this house. Thats it." he says.

You take a step back, "Are you the ones who did this to me? Please just be honest, I can't do this anymore."

"Woah, we're not the ones who hurt you. I promise." Jason answers.

"And I'm just supposed to take you at your word?" you ask credulously.

"It's all we've got right now, unless you want to give me your name."

That's when it hit you. The people who had you before, they never asked for your name. Never. It was the one thing that unnerved you. They prodded and poked you, twisted your mind and everything in between. But they never asked for your name.

You take a tiny step forward, a bit shaky. You can feel just a small amount of relief in your chest. You tell him your name and he nods. Just as you're about to ask him why he helped you, your eyes roll back, and you can't feel the solid ground beneath you anymore.

"They did a number on her that's for sure." Babs says from the computer.

Dick walks into the cave with a quick step. There surrounding Babs is Jason, Damian, Tim, Steph, Duke and Bruce.

"Sorry I'm late. care to fill me in?" Dick asks.

"Yeah, a girl ran here and blacked out at the front door some time last night. Cuts and bruises, can't remember how it happened." Jason answers.

"Is this a trap?" Dick asks.

"I asked that too, but father doesn't seem to think so." Damian answers.

"It's the owl court." Bruce says.

Dick looks over at Bruce then. The expression clear on his face, this was personal. His eyebrows knitted together and his arms crossed over his chest.

"A long time ago, I lost a case. A young girl, about the same age. The court was using her as leverage against one of the mob bosses. It went on for weeks until..." Bruce trails off.

"I don't get it, why is this happening now?" Dick asks.

"I've never seen her before, but this isn't a coincidence." Bruce answers.

"No the more important question is did she know where she was going?" Tim says.

The group falls into silence. None of them can really answer the question. Not even Jason who just talked to you an hour ago and caught you before you fell on the ground.

Jason pipes up with his own words at the memory.

"She told me her name," he walks closer to the monitor and Babs, "No surname though."

"She can't stay here father. This is dangerous." Damian says.

"I know but I need to speak to her." Bruce replies.

"Can't. She knocked out again. I spoke to her for all of about five minutes." Jason speaks.

"Are you sure?" Tim asks.

"Well seeing as I saw her eyes roll back and her body almost collapse to the floor, I'm pretty sure Tim." Jason sasses.

"I'm just saying, we have a stranger in our house." Tim raises his hands.

"She's not a stranger. She's here for a reason." Bruce puts simply.

Then Bruce is walking out of the cave, leaving all the kids to watch him as he goes. He can't shake the feeling that he's more involved than he knows. Sure you showed up on his front doorstep and looked eerily familiar to an old case. But there is something else that he can't quite place.

Alfred, as he called himself, finishes the last stitch on your back. You wince as he pulls the thread tight to keep the wound from opening. You shake as he cuts the thread and tells you that it's over.

"No it's not. It's really not." you mumble.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asks.

You slowly turn around to look at him, "Once I leave here they'll find me again."

Alfred looks around for a moment and then back at you. He had a face you felt you could trust. You haven't been in the position to trust anyone lately but him, right now in front of you, you knew you could.

"What if I taught you how to defend yourself?" he asks.

You're confused for a moment. The thought of an old butler teaching you how to keep yourself alive wasn't on your mind. Surely, you think to yourself, he doesn't know much about combat and trying to stay alive.

"How will you do that?" you ask.

Alfred smiles, "First we start small."

Alfred reaches into his pocket and pulls out a steak knife. You confusedly look between him and the sharp object. Giving this to you when it hasn't even been proven who you are is an unwise decision for him to make.

As if reading your mind, Alfred walks over to the door.

"Don't make me regret it." he says.

You could hear them talking about you through the door. There were a lot of voices, only one of which you recognized as Jason's. Everyone else wasn't familiar at all.

You lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling.

It's not like you could remember either. If you could you would've told Jason all that you knew so that you could be out of here. But even then, you have a feeling that he and Alfred would have insisted you stayed.

"Just get in there and ask her if she's okay!" Jason shouts.

Then there is some shushing. All of a sudden you can hear the door handle being turned. Your ears didn't pick up on keys, so you weren't locked in this room.

The door opens and you turn your head to see who it is. In comes a man twice you age but still younger than Alfred. When he gets closer you realize that you've seen him before.

"Do-do I know you?" you ask.

He closes the door behind him, "We've never met."

"You look familiar though." you say.

"Maybe you've seen my face in the paper, my name is Bruce Wayne." he answers.

A lightbulb goes off in your head. Bruce Wayne. The orphan. They talked about him once or twice when they had you captured. But it was always in passing, like they couldn't care less about him.

"They talked about you." you say.

"Who?" he asks.

He then takes the chair that sits in the corner and brings it over to your bedside. As he does, you decide to sit up on the bed.

"The people who did this to me." you answer.

"You don't know what they are called?" he asks.

You shake your head, "No they were good at keeping this a secret. Like why they had me there, and who they were."

"Do you have somewhere safe to go?" he asks.

You shake your head once more. The feeling of anxiety washing over you. Yes you would like to be no ones responsibility but you know you're on the run and no one is really looking out for you anyways.

"You may stay here, if you let me help you find out who's hunting you." he says.

And then you're looking at him like he just said the sky is purple. You can't believe he would offer to help you, a random person.

"It's not everyday an unconscious women lands on my doorstep." he pips up.

"I thought this was Jason's house." you say out loud.

"He comes by from time to time, but this is my home." he answers your unspoken question.

"Okay, I'll stay here."

They all watch as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice. It's weird to be watched, but you know it's not in a bad way. You can't really tell which way it is, but you know they won't do to you what the owl court did to you. That's what they were called.

Bruce told you everything a couple of nights ago. How they were torturing you in the same way they tortured another person years ago. It didn't make sense to you why it was happening though, neither did it make sense to Bruce.

But he offered for you to stay at the manor until he could get it cleared up for you.

In the span of a week you have learned a lot. Like how to hold a knife for maximum impact, how to run and not get tired, how to turn common things into a weapon. And that Bruce Wayne is batman.

It came up after you asked him how he knew all of this stuff. You weren't expecting him to up and tell you, but he did. And it made you trust him even more.

As for his kids, they came around fairly quickly. Damian being the last one, even though he was the first one to find you. You heard from the others that he is slow to trust, so the fact that he lets you roam around the manor freely is good.

Steph, Duke and Cass were the first three to be friendly with you outside training. You think it's because they are younger. They are quick to include you in their conversations.

The last three boys are all so different from each other. They teach you defense in different ways. Jason is all about striking first and hard. Tim teaches you when to hit for the best chances. Dick teaches you when to stay down.

"I'm not going to break from pouring a glass of juice." you say.

"We know, we're just looking over you." Dick says.

You turn back, juice in hand, and make a face.

"Don't you do enough of that when you all train me? I'm better than before." you explain.

"You had no training before." Jason says.

"Thanks Jason."

"We just wanna make sure that you know staying here is a choice."

"I know."

You flip Dick over on his back and he lands with a grunt. Everyone in the training room lets out a noise of their own. Bruce and Jason let out winces. Damian claps. Cass and Tim tumble over in laughter. And Duke and Steph instigate the whole thing. Alfred is standing silently, a smile on his face.

"I told you I got better."

"Yeah, I can see that. Feel it too." Dick grunts.

You hold out your hand for him. He takes it and helps himself up with help from you. You smile when he stands on his own two feet.

"I guess you learned from the best"

Jason watches you carefully as you unload then take apart the firearm and then put it together again, and load it. You don't even seem to be phased by the timer he set.

Actually you beat it by four seconds, which is one second better than him. When you finish you look up at Jason.

"How was that?" you ask.

"You beat my record." he answers.

"Woah."

"Yeah, fuckin' woah."

"Can you watch your language? I'm right here." Damian says.

Both of you look at the boy who is standing at the door. You hadn't noticed he even opened the door. You were so in the zone.

"I beat him." you say.

"I know I saw. Could be more efficient though to know when a door is opening." Damian sasses.

"Right."

"Oh shut up, she did good."

Tim shuts the computer screen off. You had just completed a practice off-site hacking of a hard drive. Tim said that you did well for a beginner and even liked how you added your own style to it.

When you walk out the door you see Cass on the top of the steps. She nods for you to follow. You do without another word. The two of you go down the steps and outside. Cass is five steps ahead of you.

In the darkness, you turn around once at the sound of a twig breaking. When you turn back you don't see Cass anymore. You stop walking.

"Cass?"

You feel the need to turn around the other way, facing the door, and when you do you see her. She's waiting at the door, a smile on her face.

"I'm taking it you're gonna teach me about stealth?" you ask.

She nods once.

Damian tells you to meet him in the barn. And you decide to put your new found stealth skills to the test. You don't take the usual way there. You go out a bedroom window. And you scale the wall down to the ground.

Then you duck and weave between trees.

When you arrive at the barn you see Damian inside. You know you can come in thought the roof so you decide to do that. You are as quick as a cat. You scale the barn wall and get up on the roof.

You slowly open the hatch and crawl inside to the attic space. Being sure to not move anything around so that he might catch you. You watch from above as Damian talks to Batcow.

"I hate to say it, but I think I want her to stay." he says.

Your heart feels heavy. You found out not too long ago that he was the first one to find you. It made you sad beyond your years but also really grateful to Damian.

"I just, don't like a lot of people. But I like her." he adds.

You can't come out now. He would know that you were listening and would deny everything he said. You don't want to embarrass him either.

"She should learn some time management though, she's very late. Doesn't she know your bed time is in twenty minutes?" he says.

Then he's walking out of the barn, not doubt to find you. You wait until he's out of the barn to descend to the bottom level. When you do Batcow turns around to look at you.

"Maybe I will stay."

#dc #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batfam imagine #batfam fic #Bruce wayne x reader #Damian wayne x reader #Jason todd x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Tim drake x reader

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callofdudes · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you are well. I have a request, if it is suitable for you, can you do it? 141 men and Alex. Konig. The reader has the skills of an assassin just like Dc Damian. The only exception is that she uses guns and knives instead of swords (she usually throws knives like an assassin) and she also has some abilities like Miraculous Ladybug. Like using Yoyo as a propeller when jumping from height. And even to use as a shield to avoid gunfire. and she doesn't show her face to anyone for a long time. and everyone is surprised when she shows it because she is so beautiful. I will send you the fictional female face I found on Pinterest. And I will also send the costume she wore. I hope I was able to express myself. I translated these with google

also the reader is very quiet and doesn't speak unless really needed

and her voice is just like french singer indila do you know her?

(Headcanons and separately)

I will be honest, I have never watched Miraculous Ladybug in my life. So I focused more on the "face reveal" than anything if that's alright. But I do include your fighting abilities as the reader.

I tried my best, I hope that you like it, if there are any spelling mistakes I missed, please let me know 😄

141 + Alex, Roach, and König reacting to a skilled & beautiful Reader

You joined the 141 some time after Ghost, Price had heard of your skills in combat and he knew immediately he would like to offer you a spot on his team. Your picture never showed more than your eyes and a majority of your skill streak was bludgeoning people to death. (Ghost very much is interested in the bludgeoning part)

No one had seen your face and you refused to show it, not for a long while...

Ghost 💀

He was pretty indifferent to your skill. He could admit that you were on bloody good scout, but he hadn't really any others thoughts about you. He also covered his face so he didn't question it much. He was more skeptical of you because of it if anything.

He respected your abilities, the weapons you carried and how you got around. Your all black, low look reminded him of himself and he wasn't going to try and pry at anything.

He'd always sort of admired you from afar, and when he saw your face, he was glad he could put such a spectacle to his teammate.

The two of you had been sent on a mission into the desert which meant putting on the lighter weight masks and heading ready.

It was growing incredibly hot, but you both remained vigilant wandering through the sand and reaching the base you were supposed to raid.

"Ready-?" Ghost looked down and grumbled, seeing you already swinging your way into the gunfire. He grumbles and follows after you, taking on the alerting guards. You grabbed the shield you had on your back, deflecting bullet blows from around you.

You knocked backs with Ghost, Ghost taking out the men with his guns while you took to your array of knives and grabbed the last man near you. You grabbed him by the throat and plunged the knife into his jugular, his blood spilling into the sand.

When you both looked up Ghost looked at you. Your hat had been knocked off in the scuffle and the sun was hurting your eyes. Ghost came over to check on you and huffed. "Looks like they almost got you." He wiped the dirt from your cheek and you finally realized a bullet has zipped by your face so close it has split your mask right up the side.

You went to hide your face but Ghost grabbed your arm and inspected you for any injuries. He brushed his thumb over your cheek and huffed. He was a bit surprised you were such a looker.

"Here." He tossed you his spare mask and you both continued on. Ghost didn't tell anyone about the incident when you got back. Even when they asked questions Ghost didn't say anything.

Soap 🧼

Johnny was excited. He's always been excited for Ghost to take off his mask and it was no different for you. He wanted to see the beautiful woman under the mask. Were you as beautiful as Ghost was handsome?? Those kinds of thoughts. And he often pestered you about it.

He always wanted to know if you were beautiful and sure enough he was right. Of course about 72 hours after this incident he broke his promise started pestering you to see another glimpse of his first ''angelic experience.''

"What do you look like??" He asked from over your shoulder one day in training.

"Doesn't matter."

"Oooh come on! I won't tell anyone! I promise!"

"You're a bad liar."

Johnny pouted, sulking like a sad puppy as you threw your knives into the dummy in front of you. He kicked his legs, sitting on top of an empty gun case, watching you.

You finally sighed. "You won't leave me alone, will you??"

"Nope." He smiles.

You sigh and come over to him. "Will you leave me alone after this??"

Johnny immediately perked up. "I will never ever ever ever ask you about it again! Scouts honor! I bloody swear!"

You sigh and pull your mask down over your bottom lip, giving him a 'are you satisfied?' look. Johnny's jaw dropped. His feet stopped kicking and he was smiling. "You're so preeeeetty!!"

You roll your eyes and pull the mask back up. "there, now you never see it again."

"But you're so beautiful, like Ghost, why hide??"

"You had your two cents, now leave."

"Right... Right, I'm going..."

Johnny grinned. Stunned that you could fight and you were beautiful. It was the perfect combination! He will now tell everyone he meets you are the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

Price🥃 and Gaz⚽

Price absolutely thought you were beautiful. He'd not seen pictures of you without the mask but he knew you were beautiful, and he wasn't wrong. He was honored to see your face, and that you would trust in them as much as you did. It really was a treat. As for your skills in combat, Price always knew you could hold your own from the fights you'd been in, and he knew that you were perfect for his team, and you never ceases to disappoint.

Gaz would like to go no comment but he can't. He is absolutely enraptured by your face. He thought you'd be beautiful but not as much as you were. You were stunning compared to anything his mind could come up with. And he always enjoyed being your partner on the field. Considering how skilled and talented you are.

You had been setting up for a mission with Price, Gaz, Alex, and Farah. The mission would be dangerous and everyone needed to be together. You would be paired up with Gaz and Alex.

Of course though, you all needed to change into different outfits. It was an undercover mission so you weren't allowed to wear the full face covering as usual, settling for a medical mask instead.

You took off your mask and hat, setting them on the desk once you were all changed.

Price smiles, "It's lovely to see you y/n, you look beautiful."

Gaz's jaw dropped. His eyes dragged over your face, swallowing harshly. "Chin up soldier. Price chuckled and placed his fingers under Gaz's jaw, locking it back up.

"I'm sorry but- sorry!"

You chuckled pulled on the medical mask. Gaz kept staring at you, absolutely amazed at your beauty.

"Let's get this mission going!" Price rounded up the group and you were all placed in the truck to head out. Gaz sat next to you, continuing to stare.

"You're bloody beautiful by the way." He whispers as you reach the destination. You secure your mask and hop out, ready to head with Alex into the venue.

Alex 🦿

Alex hadn't seen you fight, nor had he seen your face. He'd only ever heard stories of you. So when you showed up and dropped a bomb of a face reveal he was instantly swooning. Let this man take you out on just one date! One date and he'll be fine.

When he saw you fighting he was stunned. Your hot and you can fight?? He might as well try to wife you up right here and now. Marry him or he will pass away into a pile of goop next to his fallen brother Gaz.

He'll probably get over it in a bit and just turn out like a regular crush, but he isn't afraid to try flirting in the moment. And overall he respects your fight and loves watching it. The way you hold your own really makes him happy.

Alex had seen your face when you had changed for the mission. And boy was he smitten. He took your arm and smiled at you. "Why do you hide your face, it's very beautiful." He touched your cheek. "I think the enemy would be stunned silent by your beauty."

"Let's just get this going."

"What? I can't compliment you?? Am I making you uncomfortable, sorry. I'll stop."

"Let's just get this over and done with."

The mission goes great even though Alex is gushy eyeing you all evening. When the fight starts, you grab your gun from your purse and shoot one of the undercover soldiers in the head.

"Beautiful and can kick ass?" Mr. Keller just fell over the edge and is drowning in the love pool.

"Are you going to help?" You ask, slitting another man's throat.

"Right! Sorry-!"

"How about we have a date after this??"

"Alex!"

"Right, right, not the time. How about sometime tomorrow??"

König 👑

König already had a crush on you. Like Ghost he was shy and reserved in his own nature enough he didn't question the mask. He had wondered what you looked like underneath, but he never asked out loud if you would take it off. It's kind of an unwritten rule in the mask wearers society that König and Ghost are unknowingly a part of.

He was honored when you showed your face to the team, and knowing you were incredibly beautiful. But when he saw your face it all crumbled.

"I trust you with this." You say as you pull down your mask and your hat. König stiffens, it was finally happening. He'd imagined it but it was finally happening.

His breath caught in his throat when he sees your soft face.

"You're... Du bist so wunderschön..."

He scratches the back of his neck. "You're so amazing..."

You smile and his heart stops. He didn't think he could fall more in love with you then he was right now. But apparently he could. And he is.

Your skill at his side, your reputation in KorTac, and now being privileged with seeing your face after all this time. He will never forget this moment.

He bent down, pulling up his own mask and pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek. His heart exploded when he reared back and ran from the room. It only made you smile more.

Roach 🪳

He always admired you. You were cool! He'd always tried to convince Simon that you were 11/10 in fighting, and Simon had never protected. But Roach thought you were great.

When he first met you he was delighted by the small amount of sign you knew, and he quickly grew close to you.

He was one of the first who welcomed you so easily into their group, apart from Johnny.

As someone who wore a mask, and Simons best friend, he never paid much attention to your own coverage. He saw your skills, and your amazing fighting abilities and didn't question much beyond that point.

But when you did take off your mask...

You slipped it down over your chin and reached for your water bottle. It was just you and him on base, and at first his brain hadn't quite processed your cheekbones and below.

You pulled away from your water bottle and looked at him. "What's wrong, bug?"

He blinked. And then he smiled. His cheeks turned a soft pink as he signed, You're so beautiful

You chuckled. "Thank you, bug."

He nodded, his heart starting to stutter away in his chest. It was less attraction and more about trust. He was so happy to see your face. To see one of his friends in all her glory. Because you were beautiful.

He signed again, I like seeing your face, you are great friend!

You pat his shoulder. "You are too."

And he couldn't help but hug you tightly.

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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I keep imagine Bruce being the kind of person that just emotional in general, Like the man is sensitive yes but he sometimes become so overwhelmed that he can't keep bottling up and is like stress relive (I have done it before it really helps) or just he's happy (usually around his family) that he can't help it, this man has a such a bleeding heart full of love is a domino reaction situation

But do you have a HC how would the bakids would react if anyone make Bruce cry on purpose? Like trying to provoke him or making sharp remarks about his parents or his person in general ??

I really love protective batdad but I always in for some crazy protective batchildren who are the only ones allowed to poke or mess up with him (in a carrying way)

Aw, how'd you know I needed crybaby Bruce first thing in the morning?

But seriously. Alfred should've given a warning shot before Bruce went into his first WE meeting.

Perhaps there's a ceremonial aspect in the way men try to break eachother, -- like a family tradition. They see soft and they go for the kill

Thomas took it because he could give it; And, more times than less, gave it worse just to make a point. But the father is gone, and it's the son's duty to wait in line for the chopping block.

Bruce takes it because he's got no other choice, but when he comes home, a perfect mirror of the 9 year old with nothing to show for family day but a broken heart, Alfred knows this won't pass lightly

Tim is petty; Oh but who could've leaked those photos with the Wayne stocksharers arms in arms with corner girls to their wives?

Jason isn't as trigger happy as people think, but he'd take a knife to their neck for sure.

Dick just has a sit down with them like a tired principal.

Damian offers to call Talia and the collective exclaims, " Dami that's taking it too far"

Meanwhile Bruce isn't even aware because he and Harley are cuddling under the blanket fort she was called to build specifically

#bruce wayne #asks #dc #batman #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #jason todd #batdad

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daydreamsandcrashingwaves · 1 month

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KICTTC 5

I'm BACK helloooo! Oh my goodness friends! I have so much to tell you all! So I kinda was collar grabbed by this story so my edit of chapter 4 is SO different from what I posted here, SOOOOO I'm posting a bit of the edited Ch4 so no one misses out on plot! ahhh I've been so excited to share this all with you!!!! Transference chapter 3 is in the works as well as a secret WIP! I really wanna focus of my first two stories though so Idk when that will be up or what an update schedule might look like.

Anyways the Angst is strong, the trauma and body horror is as strong as the blasphemous tea I brew, read at your own leisure I aint yo mama lol

Stay safe, give yourself grace, take your meds, get some sun, burrow in a blanket nest, drink water and eat a snack lovelies!

~Ren

Once Danny makes a decision he throws himself in head first, this will be no different. Danny has to start at the beginning. He must tell them everything to have a hope of them understanding how Danny ended up dropping through a portal to his brother’s side. For… their family to understand what true danger hunts him even now.

Dick sips his cup of coffee only to look at it betrayed when it’s bitter and cold. He has been in Bruce’s study watching the live feed of the recovery room for hours. He managed to drag himself to bed when Alfred had insisted but his dreams had been plagued with Danyal trembling on the floor, knife hilt deep in his small neck, the sight of them in the doorway had made him panic and then he was bleeding out, his breath gurgling in his throat as he died. It was an awful way to wake up and he couldn’t even go check on Danyal in person! Damian had cashed in a lot of the blackmail he’s kept on them to keep them away. While Dick was proud of his little brother’s emotional growth, seeing their youngest in person would go a long way for Dick to shake off his nightmare. He is a bat though so he will endure, especially because this involves his family, his brothers.

As the sun started dipping below the horizon behind the curtains Tim walked into the study with two large cups filled to the top with coffee, one with a ton of sugar and cream the other plain black coffee, “Awe Timmy! You brought me coffee!” Dick snatches the plain one up with a smirk.

Tim just grumbles at his grabby hands and relinquishes the cup. He shuffles over to the couch and pulls out his laptop to work on something- Dick isn’t sure where Tim had managed to safely carry the computer with two fresh coffees- and promptly ignores the others as they file in the next ten or so minutes. Judging by the dark circles under everyone’s eyes, sleep was hard to come by.

Bruce is slumped into his chair watching the twins. No one breaks the silence. Dick eyes Jason from where his brother has propped himself against the wall out of the way Their father’s shoulders are tense in anger. So Talia is probably giving him the slip. He can’t help but feel resentment for the woman who keeps secrets that hurt his family. She knows that people don’t always stay dead. When Jason died, the only reason Dick had to face it, recognize that his little brother was dead was because they had his body as sure proof he had been murdered. Dick has seen many times how Bruce grieves and it’s never good. Adding in a twin? Bruce is holding himself together with sheer will power and meticulous training. Bruce might be almost impossible to read but he was the first boy to be adopted. He has more Bruce experience than anyone else in the family but Alfred. He can see the cracks.

Turning back to the screen Dick lets out a little coo at the image. Damian is awake and is looking at Danyal like he’d disappear from under the blanket they share. The boy carefully extracts himself to use the restroom that’s tucked away in the corner. When he comes back onto the screen he is changed into his sweatpants and a t-shirt Dick recognizes as his own. He also spots a change of clothes for Danyal in his arms, which he sets on the side table next to the bed before Damian goes around refilling the water pitcher and glass to be ready for use, setting fresh towels out.

Turning his attention to the younger boy, he can see how sickly the boy is when they’re side by side to compare. His pale skin shows off the dark veins underneath, his cheeks are caving into his face, all his baby fat eaten away, dark bruises under his eyes, and with how injured he was… it’s not telling a pretty story. Dick is confident that if Danyal hadn’t dropped out of the rafters in that warehouse they’d never know he could’ve been out there. He desperately needed help even if he hadn’t realized it yet. Bruce and Dick watch Damian crawl back into bed, Danny doesn’t wake but he does turn towards where Damian has frozen owl-eyed. An arm snags the bottom edge of Damian’s shirt and like a signal the rest of his limbs follow to entwine them together. It’s very cute. With a smirk Dick takes out his phone and snaps a quick picture. It’s unlikely to truly upset Damian since it’s probably the only picture that they have of the twins together right now, but however Damian responds when he knows the picture exists will be satisfying.

“Are we gonna get on with it or just sit in silence with our thumbs up our asses?” Jason glares, looking significantly more tense. He stares down the room while crossing his arms across his chest.

Dick sees Bruce’s shoulders square up like he’s bracing for a physical punch instead of the verbal jab. Batman has an almost obsessive need to know everything he can about a situation, it was one of his many lessons that they as his children made into muscle memory. Knowledge made carefully crafted contingency plans that kept their family safe on and off the streets. Something to hold, to have in reserve for when they need it. To be thrown so many unknowns in the shape of a brother was unsettling them all.

“Jason.” Dick throws him a disappointed look from where he stands by Bruce, placing a hand on his shoulder to diffuse the argument that would shortly explode. “Danyal hasn’t been conscious, he hasn’t had the chance to explain anything yet, has he?” He raises his eyebrow at his brother. The family might not always reach an agreement on, well most things, but Dick knows his younger brother cares. He does. He won’t admit it but he’s here. Red Hood sticks to Crime Alley, looking after his people and- though he won’t claim them- his kids. One glance at Danyal’s wounded, still form was all it took to gain his loyalty. Red Hood liked to take his aggression out on those who disrespect his claim. Jason’s impulse to run off and hunt the monsters who could harm a child this way was poorly hidden. Dick understood the feeling so he didn’t push further.

Jason sneered at his words but didn’t bite back, just turned his impatient gaze towards Tim. “I’m sure Tim has been doing more digging than sleeping.”

Bruce inhales sharply drawing all of their attention. He’s looking at the monitor, hitting the unmute, Damian’s voice floods the room. “I simply meant you only have to tell me what has happened since we were separated… Once, here. I-We had thought you would prefer what privacy we can afford while we determined who had made the grave mistake of harming you. The family, while well intentioned, can be overwhelming. It is difficult gathering everyone and having them sit quietly for extended periods of time and our family is… large.”

Damian’s description brought a small smile to Dick’s face. Danyal’s quiet reply dimmed the edges because he sounded so young.

The whole group shifted and was laser focused on their new family member. Dick can’t think of any way to describe this whole situation as wrong as he took in what he could see.. It had nothing to do with Danny himself, or maybe it was more accurate to say whatever made his newly claimed baby brother look like that was what was firing off all his finely honed warning bells. A glance around at the others makes it clear they’re all, for once, on the same page.

If Bruce’s glare could kill the poor monitor would’ve been smoking at this point. Danyal was clearly at the end of his rope. Dick will admit as much as it irks him Damian was right to sequester the recovery room and keep Danyal in a calm area. They watch in horror as Danyal starts to speak. He was hesitant and nervous at first but slowly gained confidence when Damian didn’t react adversely.

The rest of them didn’t have to restrain themselves.

“What the actual fuck?” That’s Tim’s angry voice, Dick shutters. He sounds like he’s already started on researching his shit list by the furious tapping that comes from the couch. Drs Fenton, the Ghost Investigation Ward, and Vlad Masters can’t possibly know what is coming for them. Dick isn’t sure whether to step in when Jason sinks down into the couch next to their younger brother and they immediately start whispering between themselves.

He decides after a long look at the twins murmuring to each other that he would rather check on Bruce. “B?”

The man that stands firm against Gotham’s most unsavory rogues, looks back at him lost. His eyes get drawn back to his sons on the screen, “He’s so small Dick. I-” It’s rare Bruce breaks in composure and Dick’s chest squeezes. His father looks haunted.

“We’re here for him now, B.” He says gently. There are no words he could say that can erase what is already done.

They listen to Tim and Jason in the background while watching Damian help Danyal get out of bed. Once on his feet Danyal waves his twin away. He’s weak and shaky but they breathe a bit easier when his legs don’t give out underneath his body weight. The short walk to the bathroom door seemed to have winded him. Danyal reaches for the wall and presses into it while he pauses. And pauses.

Damian hasn’t rushed to his side so Dick tries not to panic. He probably needs a moment to gather himself. “Do you think we need to send Alfred down?” He asks Bruce.

“What?” Tim and Jason both looked up at him in tandem.

“Danyal! He was- well he is- fine. But look! He’s all hunched like he can’t breathe right? Why is Damian just watching?” Dick frets wringing his hands.

Attention diverted from their plans of destruction the two leave the couch and crowd around Bruce’s desk.

“Oh fuck!” Tim curses, roughly rolling Bruce’s chair away from the keyboard. “I don’t know how they did it but I think the feed was paused, or spliced or looped. I’m trying to override it- Ah! I got it!”

The feed clears and they all blink at the empty room. The bathroom door is open and Danyal’s things that were by the door are gone.

Bruce jumps out of his chair. “What were they doing right before?”

Tim pulls up the saved file and finds the moments right before the glitch. “They’re hugging?” A few lines of code and Tim has the background volume boosted. A hushed conversation in Arabic reaches their ears.

“Okay Danyal, I understand and will help you,” Damian studies his brother for a moment, “how can I help you best in this moment Danyal, what is it you want.”

They watch Danyal look around at the room, fear leaking in now that he’s not focused on the boy with him. “I can’t be here. I won’t heal.”

Bruce flinches like Danyal had hit him.

They embraced, and whatever else was said was too muffled to pick up.

They watch entranced, like a bruise you can’t help but press on, as the scene plays out and ends with Danyal leaning against the wall.

“They can’t have gotten far, the demon brat wouldn’t risk hurting his precious twin, Dickie-Bird and I can fetch the chicks that flew the nest.” Jason sighs.

Bruce’s phone rings and they all look at it with reluctance. That’s Oracle’s ringtone so it’s important. Dick swipes the device and answers with a quick, “O, we’ve got a situation, please tell me this is important.”

“Yeah it is,” Barbra agrees, “if you guys were gonna patrol why wasn’t I looped in, huh?”

Dick exchanges a confused look with the others. “Uh no, O, we agreed no patrol tonight, Black Bat, Signal, and Spoiler were our covers.”

“Then why is the Batmobile headed towards the edge of town?”

They, with years of experience fighting side by side, spring in sync for the hidden entrance and pile into the elevator to the cave to change and to track down their brothers.

~~~~~~~

Gotham was unusually muggy this evening. Bruce could feel the sweat drip down his scalp and his suit was already damp. Breath blazed through his lungs yet brought him no warmth. He had to suppress his instinct to shiver. Fear was all he could feel. It was bone chillingly familiar. Nothing like Scarecrow’s toxin yet he was still sinking deeper into glacier littered water. As Batman, Bruce has taken many hits, faced the cruel underbelly of Gotham from the shadows and had said enough. Birthed from vengeance and relentlessly courting justice, he gets back up, keeps moving, doesn’t stay down even when he probably should. No one else had managed to stand against the city’s rogues. Every night he embraces their seething rage that blistered the streets and exploded buildings. Batman turns towards danger, not away. He is the shield that protects his city's people from the impact the best he can. It’s never enough. Batman has flung himself head first into a race that had long since started.

In the rare hours he is alone surrounded by the soft glow of the Batcomputer and the quiet rustling of sleeping bats he can admit, those first years, he had enjoyed the vicious fights. Tangoing with death each night. He was entranced, he would dance until the curtain dropped. It was a destructive cycle he couldn’t escape. As he’s aged his compulsion to run off has cooled, and it was only after the first time Dick got more than just a few bruises did he realize the true cost. Even if he couldn’t stop them, perhaps he should’ve tried harder to work with his children to ensure their safety. A family of vigilantes was a double edged blade. His curse to bear. The curse he spread. Every night his heart is split into pieces and goes with them as they stalk their prey from within the shadows. His children amaze terrify him in how they’ve all risen to fight back the miasma that threatens to swallow Gotham whole.

He doesn’t know Danyal, has never learned what his favorite breakfast is or seen him off to school. They have never shared late night training sessions. His youngest has never fallen asleep sequestered away in his own world working on a case and for Bruce to find him and tuck him into bed like he has with all of his children at least once. No. He was never given a chance. Danyal’s existence was hidden from him. His death was a secret Damian was manipulated into thinking he had to carry the weight alone. And people believed Batman to be some sort of legendary detective. If Bruce was less controlled he might scoff at the thought. He missed things, big and small, all the time. Most often it was his children that were affected by his carelessness, his lack of understanding.

He knows what it is to lose a son. In death and because of his own parental ineptitude. Bruce knows what it is for his world to spin out from under his feet and to let his rage blindly guide him. Bruce risks a glance at Jason, his walking, talking, breathing miracle. Why couldn’t he just say that to the person who needed to hear it. Jason had died, it was awful, truly awful. As an adult he has never felt so lost. Jason was only a child. A brilliant, bright, life snuffed out in the cruelest way only for some universal hiccup to thrust his soul back into body and for Talia to pick him up. They’ve never talked about the Y-incision that spans his entire torso. Jason hadn’t intended for him to see it. Bruce doesn’t know who is responsible. He doesn’t know if they dare breathe another breath on Earth. He’s afraid to ask. He’s afraid of what he’ll do if they aren’t already dead. No, the only thing he knew about it was what Jason had deliriously shared with him while sick with whooping cough. The cut may have happened but that was as far as they got. His ribs remained intact, his organs undisturbed. Bruce has to trust Jason told him the truth. Bruce hadn’t had the strength to imagine alternatives.

He has no choice now. Whatever Danyal’s journey has been, wherever he’s been. Bruce despairs that his youngest’s life journey has been too similar to Jason’s. Danny had listed off to Damian the multitude of injuries he had and Bruce just knew. Two of his sons have been dehumanized, valued as objects for other’s use, to state their curiosity. His youngest didn’t just get cut into, as despicable as that already was, no, he was awake, aware, alive as some sick fuck rooted around behind his ribs. (Half-alive. His gut rolls at the implications yet it brings none of his usual suspicions to draw his attention to what his son was hiding. Only he wasn’t hiding, not from the Wayne family. No, he had shared everything with very little prompting from Damian. Danyal was running from them) Bruce could only stare at the screen in his office in horror. How fast did his regenerative ability work to regrow his harvested organs? Did he have to break wrongly healed bones and had to hold them in place until they healed enough for him to escape or did his bones snap forcefully into place on their own-

It’s a race against time now. Danyal is in no condition to be on the run. It would crush him to send him away but Bruce would. He can find a secure place away from him for his son if that’s what it took to make him feel safe enough to rest. Recovery needs to be his number one priority, he had been slowly relaxing with Damian yet as soon as he wasn’t disoriented he fled. What does that say about how he thinks they’ll treat him? What does it say about Bruce that Damain felt he could better protect his twin alone?

Bruce forces himself to reach for his comms and connects to the main comm line they use for patrols. “Everyone, change of plans, keep your eyes open for both boys. They fled from the cave in the Batmobile, hail the line immediately if they’re sighted, I don’t expect Robin to linger once it stops.” Bruce internally curses at himself that he didn’t think to have some sort of code for his youngest. He’s known for creating contingency plans for his contingency plans, yet he is not prepared for this. He could’ve never prepared himself for the knowledge he had not one blood son but two, twins. He couldn’t be too revealing incase someone was listening. “We’re in pursuit of the Batmobile now. Remember the boys are both League trained, Robin likely will have some tricks he’ll play.. The boy’s full capabilities are still unknown and he is heavily injured, proceed with caution, the boy is likely running on instinct, resistance is expected. We want to avoid making them feel cornered.” His tone is tight with worry, He doesn’t blame Danyal for being suspicious. He may be their father, but as far as he knows it wouldn’t be safe. Well, Bruce can’t blame either of them, they’re children, his children. He will blame their mother though. “We want them to get them home safe with no further injuries.”

Some very distant part of him is proud of Damian for unequivocally having his brother’s back, if only they could bond over things that didn’t shave years off his life. Bruce has never been more stressed. Some day soon he’ll just have to embrace the grey that was sprouting in his black hair and give Alfred relief from helping him hide them.

“Copy that B-man! Our eyes are peeled!” Spoiler responds “I’m currently in Burnley, Orphan’s got Somerset covered and Signal is in Old Gotham! If they’re out here we’ll find them.”

“From what Oracle sent, I think I should be able to pick something up with my powers, I’ll keep trying while we move, B.” Signal pipes in.

“Thank you Signal.” Bruce is flooded with relief. He really is lucky to have them, there’s no one else he’d rather have at his back. They’ve all grown into their own. He tries not to sigh.

Discovering the twins missing had sent them scrambling, even Jason had looked worried and tucked away his instinct to question him or to argue, his second son had simply followed them down to the cave. At this rate he may get an ulcer. He had felt panic steal his critical thinking, as he led his boys south towards where the Batmoblie was speeding away faster than they could grapple. He had to find them. Gotham isn’t safe at night and Danyal’s movements will be restricted if he deems it important not to rip his stitches.

Moving through the air usually calmed him but tonight grappling wasn’t moving him around fast enough. Taking the Batmobile was smart of his sons, he begrudgingly had to admit, not only was it faster, the boys would be hidden inside. If Robin had driven his bike he’d have superior maneuverability even though Batman could’ve followed them faster, but if the boys had impacted something during a high speed chase to flee? They’d both be thrown. Danyal is already severely injured anything additional.. Bruce couldn’t make himself focus on that.

His Trouble Twins probably planned it this way to slow them down. To throw them off their tracks. It was working, the boys had a 10 minute lead on their group. They’d left as soon as they had suited up but they still were too far out of reach. Away from the protective shadow of his cape. He couldn’t protect them now that they left the safety of the manor. Jason was cursing underneath him on the street racing past buildings on his bike, he was slightly ahead of Batman and Nightwing’s position in the air, on the bike next to him Tim was working with Barbara to try and get eyes on the boys. Quiet suggestions on what to look for. Shadows that move unnaturally, flashes of color there and gone, how they needed an algorithm up to analyze all of the feeds simultaneously. With the many cameras in Gotham-more than half Bruce had bought for the city to install- they wouldn’t be so hard to find. They shouldn't be so difficult to find, but Damian was particularly slippery when he put in the effort. Bruce glanced at his eldest besides him.

Dick was one long string pulled too tight. He, of course, was still chatting happily with Barbara but his smile was strained at the edges, his movements too careful and precise. He hasn’t joked once. The possibility the man would snap increases the longer the twins are missing. It’s rare to see Dick outwardly expressing something other than the pure sunshine and patience. By the time Jason had come around he had curbed most of his bloodlust, it was a faint memory by the time Tim weaseled his way into their lives. It reminds Bruce too much of Brucie. The persona that he developed to hide from the vultures that would’ve taken everything from him as a child when tragedy struck. Before Bruce had decided to be active in Gotham’s social scene he knew it was better they underestimate poor orphaned Bruce Wayne. Brucie hid Batman, a shield to protect his family from those who would expose their secrets. He was necessary, even if Bruce felt suffocated most of the time. Was Dick hiding from him?

He has to suppress a shutter. All his children to some degree, whether on or off the streets, have adapted to Batman’s mannerisms and habits. It was essential to survive facing the threats they do. Dick though fell more into Bruce’s habits. His eldest son, who with a smile looked after his siblings while Bruce was distracted by some crisis or another.They both often blamed themselves for things they couldn’t stop or foresee. That heavy invisible weight that sits on their shoulders because they claimed it. Bruce knows that he’s failed his children, Dick.. Dick in particular has had to step up on his behalf to smooth things over between family members. Forced to become another parent to the kids he brought home. It was never Dick’s responsibility and it’s taken time and a lot of effort but Bruce is making steps forward, trying to stop repeating the same mistakes. It was only Alfred’s guidance and help raising the boy that he excelled instead of crumbling under Bruce’s incompetence. Bruce was trying though. Even if it was hard to talk about casually, he was in therapy, it was.. Helping. He’s not putting so much of himself onto his children these days. He’s been processing his thoughts and feelings instead of bottling them inside and letting his anger rule him.

Words though, they still escaped him on the best days. Today was shaping up into an absolutely horrible one. Bruce wanted to say something to reassure his sons that things would be okay. None sounded right. He let them choke him. If they could just find Danyal. As much as it would pain Bruce, his youngest doesn’t have to stay with them-with him. Bruce could never trap him here. He… He just wants Danyal to recover. Recover and be safe, whatever that looks like. The boy looked so small next to Damian. They’re twins and Danyal was so small on that bed next to his brother, all skin and bones, his skin stretched over his face making him look years older and the blood, oh God, it took a second but once they realized all that green was coming from inside of him, Bruce was sure they were going to be planning another funeral. The Y-shaped wound was gruesome and he had stared in shock. Another one of his children getting cut open, violated. Vivisected. He was going to mourn another child. He was going to puke. He was going to destroy those who dared to touch Danyal. A heady mix of vengeance and justice for a boy he’d never properly meet. Somehow though, the boy had stabilized. His boy, another one. He’s too old for surprise kids. Only to be spirited away by Damian behind layers and layers of traps that had made the family hesitate and then they were gone, on the run with Alfred’s careful stitches being the only thing holding Danyal together.

What were they thinking? Why wasn’t I? Why didn’t I fight Damian harder when he locked them out of the recovery room? No…Danyal was already compromised. Damian saw this and ran from his family because he didn’t trust them to protect Danyal, didn’t trust them not to set him off. Maybe they would’ve made it worse, maybe his son was right even if Bruce didn’t want to admit it. Damian was saving them from an error. The boy who he had only met unconscious or through a screen, would’ve lashed out at himself again and they would’ve caused his-

“B? The Batmobile’s tracker has stopped moving on the edge of Burnside near the Craig Bridge. I can’t get a clear view.” Oracle reports

“Hn.” He adjusts his trajectory and his sons follow suit, adjusting their positions to be out behind him in a V-shaped formation. If someone were to see them at this hour they’d see the vigilantes and would draw parallels between them and their namesakes, in normal circumstances it might bring a ghost of a smile across his face, they were a mixed bag flock. His flock. His family. He was thankful to have them at his back tonight. They’d find the boys, they had to. They still had nothing on the threat that was nipping at Danyal’s heels. If they were caught…

“Why would the Demon Brats go there?” Jason grumbles. They’re three blocks away now so Bruce has to fight his nausea down. They might have to subdue the boys if they won’t listen to reason. The idea of injuring Danyal further or obliterating any chance to build a relationship because he sees them as a threat rather than family. He has to stay firm though. He might have not been allowed in the room but between Alfred’s worried fretting and the security feed Bruce is very aware how Danyal shouldn’t be moving let alone going on the run with Damian. If Danyal would just let him explain he had options maybe he’d come back on his own.

“Hood, Red Robin, hang back and spread out. Start searching. I’d like to have our newest addition to Agent A within the hour. Nightwing with me.”

His grapple connects to the next roof and he leans into the arc so his path can wrap around the corner. Just ahead the Batmobile is stopped. The doors were open, no signs of the boys or of a struggle. Bruce knows they won’t find anything inside the Batmobile, Damian is efficient and clean in his work, but they look anyway. Bruce shares a look with his oldest and sighs.

“Nothing in the Batmobile, Hood, Red Robin, report.” He shoots his grapple at the closest roof to get a better view of the surrounding area, Nightwing follows closely behind him.

“Nothing that I can see.” Hood grunts.

“Nothing here either, no alerts from the cameras.” Red Robin sounds frustrated, “You don’t think they bailed in a dead zone, do you? Robin wouldn’t have him jump from a speeding vehicle, right?”

“Hn.” Bruce refuses to acknowledge that thought. Even if it was a likely option, if they felt it necessary to throw them off to that degree. Dick is quiet next to him. He wants to say the right thing to ease his worries. Bruce has never been good at finding the right words, to reassure without false promises but will always try, “We’ll figure out what happened, Chum.”

Dick looks at him for a long moment. Bruce lets him and tries not to shutter himself away. Dick needs Bruce more than Batman right now. “Yeah,” It comes out grim, “before or after my youngest brother reopens something?”

Bruce squeezes his son’s shoulder before turning away and shoots his grapple at the next roof. Right before he jumps he says, “We can only hope the boys are being careful and try our best to find them.”

#daydreamsandcrashingwaves #dc x dp #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batpham #demon twins au #danny fenton whump #danny and damian are twins #Keeping it close to the chest #fic writing #KICTTC fic #KICTTC update #my writing #lets just say this is more of a sneak peak ;3 #danny fenton #damian wayne #WHERE DID THEY GO BWAHAHAHHAHa

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Damian Wayne x male!reader

Summary: Damian wants his boyfriend (Y/N) to meet his family, but is very nervous and anxious to do so after he came out. Luckily for him, (Y/N) is an understanding boyfriend.

Warning: Damian being insecure, nobody is a homophobe in this fic they are both 22 in this fic.

Damian Wayne was never nervous and anxious. He was taught that emotions in general are a weakness. So why was he so nervous in front of his boyfriend's apartment door? Well, he slipped in front of his family. And now, they want to meet him. And that is what made Damian nervous.

Damian knocked on the door and waited for his boyfriend to open the door. (Y/N) was the greatest thing that has ever happened to him and he didn't want to keep him like a little dirty secret.

Damian smiled once he saw his boyfriend. His (H/C) was all messed up and he rubbed his eyes.

" Hey Damian. "

" Did I wake you up? " Damian asked, feeling even worse.

" Not really. What's wrong? "

Damian took a deep breath.

" I need to talk to you about something. "

" Sure, come in. " (Y/N) said, moving aside to let Damian through.

Now he was scared. (Y/N) has never seen his boyfriend like this. Never. With him, Damian was relaxed and almost carefree. (Y/N) knew that he would never be fully relaxed due to him being a Robin.

He closed the door and went to the living room where Damian was already sitting on the couch.

" What's wrong hun? " (Y/N) asked sitting down next to him.

" I... My family wants to meet you. " Damian said.

" I have no problem with that. "

" But I didn't come out to them like a normal person. I didn't say 'hey father, I am gay. '. They were teasing me about a girlfriend and I said ' no, a boyfriend. ' And then I ran out of the manor and drove here. "

(Y/N) gently cupped Damian's face and looked into his blue eyes.

" Were they insulting you or? "

" No, they were more than supportive, but I felt like I ruined it. "

(Y/N) had to stand up a bit to kiss Damian's forehead. (Y/N) cursed his shortness, but Damian loved it.

" Can you sit on my lap (Y/N)? I need to hug you. "

(Y/N) nodded and sat on Damian's thighs facing him. He hugged (Y/N) tightly to himself and relaxed. He always claimed that (Y/N) was his charge. Whenever he felt down, hugging (Y/N) was the only thing that made him feel better.

" It's okay babe. But hey, at least is somewhat casual. You weren't feeling stressed when you did it. I remember when I came out, I was shaking in my boots. Like, I felt I was going to pass out. "

Damian mumbled something and nuzzled into the crook of (Y/N)'s neck.

" And besides, they are supportive and have no problem with you having a boyfriend. I wish I came out so casually like you. "

Damian laughed and the breath tickled (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) giggled and Damian smiled kissing that spot.

" If we are going to cuddle, I would like to move to the bed please. I am in a mood for a nap. "

Damian chuckled and picked (Y/N) up like he was a bride. (Y/N) felt butterflies in his stomach. Damian is so strong.

" Habib? "

" Hmm? "

" Are you sure that you want to meet my family? Because if I introduce you, there is no going back. "

" I am sure. I love you Damian and I would be honored to meet your family. Now, carry me to the bed. You need to spoon me. Like now. "

" Whatever you want habib. "

Damian walked to (Y/N)'s bedroom and laid him down onto the bed. Then Damian took everything off besides his boxers and climbed in. He pressed himself behind (Y/N) and wrapped his arms around him.

" I now know I woke you up. I should have known that the colder weather plus rain make you sleepy. "

" Mhm. "

Damian smiled and with a kiss to the back of the head and he closed his eyes.

Damian opened his eyes once he sensed somebody in the apartment. (Y/N) was sleeping in his arms peacefully, not aware of anything and Damian wanted to keep him this way. He let go of (Y/N) and took his pants and put them on. He took a pocket knife that (Y/N) kept in the drawers of the nightstand and slowly got up to investigate. He frowned once he recognized the voices. His brother's.

He cursed under his breath and slowly opened the door. He glared at his brothers for being here. How did they even find him?

" Hey Dami, " Dick said, smiling sweetly at him.

" What are you 3 doing here? How did you find me? " Damian whispered, putting down the knife into his pocket.

" After you came out and ran away, you didn't come for a long while and we were worried. So we pinged your phone and came here. "

" Okay, fine, now leave. "

" Is this your boyfriend's apartment? " Jason asked, looking around.

" Todd, I swear to God- "

" Damian? " (Y/N) called out from the bedroom. The four brothers froze and Damian glared at them.

" I am just getting water, I will be right back! " Damian called back.

" Does he know that you are a Robin? " Tim asked.

" Yes, now leave. "

" Bruce wants to meet him and so do we. I want to know who managed to get you to feel love. " Dick said.

" I will let you know when, but leave now. "

The trio shuffled out just as quietly as they came and Damian relaxed and went back to the bedroom, subtly putting the knife back into the drawer.

" What wrong? You seem tense. "

" Nothing, lets just sleep. "

" Okay. "

(Y/N) laid back down and hugged Damian once he laid down. Damian hugged (Y/N) tightly.

" Are you free this Saturday? "

" Yes. "

" Then you are going to meet them on a Saturday. "

" Okay. Now, relax. You are far to tense. "

The Saturday rolled around and Damian was nervous beyond belief. He was driving the car, holding on to the wheel with his left hand and the right one was intertwined with (Y/N)'s.

" Are you still nervous? " (Y/N) asked, looking at the big manor.

" I am beloved. I never had a serious relationship like this one and... " Damian sighed, not finishing his sentence.

(Y/N) squeezed Damian's hand back and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

" If you feel overwhelmed just tell me know. We will leave that instant. "

" Damian, you worry too much. "

Damian squeezed (Y/N)'s hand once more as he parked the car. Alfred was already outside waiting.

" Just promise me that you will let me know if you get overwhelmed and uncomfortable. "

(Y/N) nodded and put his pinky finger in front of Damian.

" Pinky promise. "

Damian smiled as well and looped his pinky with (Y/N)'s.

" Good, now welcome to the manor. "

(Y/N) couldn't keep a smile of his face as he walked up to Alfred.

" Master (L/N), my name is Alfred Pennyworth, the family butler. Please follow me. "

(Y/N) took Damian's hand and followed Alfred. (Y/N) was more in awe at the manor. The architecture, the style...

Damian was simply looking at his beloved, happy that (Y/N) likes the manor.

He squeezed (Y/N) hand and (Y/N) leaned onto Damian. Damian kissed the side of (Y/N)'s head.

" Master Damian and master (L/N) have arrived. "

Damian took a deep breath and let (Y/N) go to shake hands with his father and brothers. He watched as (Y/N) had introduced himself to his family.

" Dinner is served everyone, please sit down at the table. " Alfred announced.

(Y/N) everyone shuffled into the dining room and sat down. (Y/N) was in between Damian and Dick.

" So, " Bruce started before taking a sip of wine, " How long have you two been dating? "

" For about 8 months. " Damian answered.

" Where did you meet? " Dick asked.

" We met at college. I was late and bumped into him. " (Y/N) answered, moving back to let Damian put some food on his plate. It smelled like heaven.

Bruce nodded and seemed... Well, (Y/N) couldn't read him. Nothing.

" You know that Damian is a Robin? " Bruce asked.

" Yes. He told me 5 months in. "

Bruce nodded once more and now (Y/N) was a bit afraid. Batman is nobody to mess with and nobody to lie to.

" So- " Jason started.

" No. Whatever you are gonna say, no. "

Jason simply smirked back in reply and took a bite of his food. (Y/N) tapped his hand at Damian's thigh beneath the table. Damian calmed down and they continued eating. (Y/N) was asked a few questions about himself and then Tim was the one who was blunt.

" You know, I wanted to tell you that if you hurt Damian that we would mess you up, but now, I have to say to Damian that if he hurts you that we are going to mess him up. "

(Y/N) laughed with the others. Damian simply glared at Tim who was laughing his ass off.

" He has point though. " Jason said, calming down from laughing.

Damian clutched onto the knife in hand, obviously ready to throw it at Jason. (Y/N) caressed the forearm to ease him. Damian relaxed once (Y/N) had touched him and huffed. Bruce was happy that his son was happy with (Y/N). (Y/N) made Damian happy and that is what mattered to Bruce. And he wasn't trying to do anything to interfere with the vigilante side of the Wayne family.

Bruce more than approved and he agreed with Tim. (Y/N) was the one for Damian.

Damian and (Y/N) were in Damian's room in the manor. Damian asked (Y/N) to stay the night and (Y/N) had agreed. Why not? And the bonus was that Damian had a night off of patrol.

The two lovers were now laying down in bed, resting, (Y/N) on Damian's chest in his clothes. For some reason it did things to Damian if (Y/N) was in his clothes, so (Y/N) made sure to wear his clothes sometimes.

" Beloved? "

" Hmm? "

" How was it? "

" Your family is great, you didn't have to worry at all. "

Damian nodded and kissed the top of (Y/N)'s head, but (Y/N) had other ideas. He chased after Damian's lips and kissed him eagerly. Damian reciprocated and laid on top of (Y/N), resting his weight on the forearms. After a messy kiss they broke apart for air.

" I'm not complaining beloved, but what brought this on? "

" I just love kissing your lips. I can't get enough of them. "

Damian chuckled and laid back next to (Y/N), putting a blanket over him.

" I love you (Y/N). "

(Y/N) had melted inside. He really did. It stills feels surreal to hear that from Damian.

" I love you too Damian. "

(Y/N) nuzzled his head into his chest and simply closed his eyes once he felt comfortable. Damian waited until his beloved fell asleep so that he could do the same. He whispered an another I love you and closed his eyes.

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ggomos-maribat · 10 months

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Fight for the Throne: First Kill

Part 5.1 of Heirs Apparent | AO3

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CW: Depiction of death, trauma, mild violence

An assassin's first kill wasn't always their most important.

But to Marinette, it was.

For as long as she could remember, she had always been one step behind her brothers. At around age three, the boys' training had begun. At four, they were masters of combat. At five, they had their first kills and missions. Yet Marinette was always left behind, never allowed to join them in their training.

And so she fought back.

She worked twice as hard to prove herself and show her family that she wasn't fragile. Whenever Danyal and Damian were out on missions during the day, she trained with her mother. At night, she practiced weapons on her own and simulated her own battles in her head until her brothers came back home. It took a hundred tries of each move until her deeply-seated frustration was quelled, and a hundred more before she deemed it perfect.

Technically, Ra's never forbade her to learn fighting—she was just never an option to be an heir so the demon saw no point in wasting resources to train her. But Talia was more than willing to mold her into a true assassin, perhaps one better than either of her siblings.

"Your stature is not a weakness; it's an advantage. Use it," Talia ordered sharply as Marinette got up again and raised her fists in front of her.

The girl nodded once and adjusted her blows, strategizing another way to strike a weak point in her opponent. Unfortunately her mother was as unrelenting, dodging her attack and bringing her down on the mat once more. Marinette had lost count how many times she had to pick herself up from the ground but she didn't care as long as she made progress. After a couple weeks, she was accustomed to the rhythm of fighting with Talia, memorizing which defenses worked best to protect herself. A month passed and her attacks were actually coming across, even more so when she was using weapons.

Though Talia was a harsh teacher, Marinette saw her as a better one than her brothers' tutors. Her mother knew her exact tendencies—which foot she favored, which side she approached from—and effectively used it against her. Then Marinette would learn to move without bias, to control her body in order to manipulate the attacker. She would rarely receive praise for her development, which was fine since she'd always think there was more to improve.

But her ultimate goal was to finally get her grandfather's approval for her to go out on missions. It didn't matter who he preferred to carry on the legacy.

All she wanted was to be able to protect her family.

One day, she was granted a trial: if she passed it, she would be given the same privileges as her brothers, and that included going on missions.

Marinette had her knuckles scarred and her skin bruised with training until the day came. She refined her abilities as if the trial were the only thing she was born for and lived to fulfill.

That day there was a fighting ring, an assassin of the League to battle with, and her grandfather, mother, and brothers watching by the sidelines. The task was simple.

Kill.

So that's what she did.

At each step, she could hear a voice at the back of her head guiding her every move, a voice that sounded like Talia. She barely struggled against her opponent, who laid motionlessly on the ground after she was done piercing him through the chest with a small knife.

For the first time, Marinette let herself feel pride and bask in the exhilaration of victory. She smiled widely, relieved that her restless training had paid off. But when she turned around, she saw her family's expressions.

Ra's, of course, wasn't too expressive. He gave her one nod of acknowledgement and stepped out. Talia, as always, had an unreadable face which Marinette never bothered to decipher. But her brothers . . .

She had never seen such raw horror from them—Danyal's jaw unhinged, hands shaking, and Damian's eyes glazed over as he stared at her.

As if she had just become a monster, she thought while slowly lowering the bloodied knife.

At the age of six, Marinette al Ghul had her first kill.

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Dick was first to wake up inside the small cell the three of them were held in. He found himself slumped against Tim, and immediately shifted around to see where they were. Cold metal bars touched the back of his hand just to his left side. The only lights in the room came from flimsy bulbs hanging high above them and the tiny window at the back wall. It was eerily quiet, and the smells of the room were of dust and dirt, slightly metallic.

Dick patted his pockets. They took our phones . . . everything we had. Beside him, Tim and Jason were beginning to stir. That was when he fully remembered the danger they were in: the League of Assassins had kidnapped them. Damian was nowhere in sight.

Before he could spring to his feet to find some way out, footsteps echoed into the narrow corridor going past their cell. A girl was led by two assassins to the cell—Dick recognized her from the bus earlier that day. Earlier today? But how long have we actually been out? How far did we go?

The assassins pushed the girl into the cell and she complied without any word, taking the opposite side to sit across from them. It was then when Dick noticed that she was not anymore clad in her civilian outfit like he remembered, but in a dark outfit that looked like it could be a League uniform. Even in the lack of lighting, he was able to get a better look at her: rounded cheekbones, sharp blue eyes, and dark hair swept back in a ponytail. What he thought was the most striking thing about her, however, is how much she resembled Talia al Ghul.

"So . . . any idea where we are?" Jason was first to break the ice, running a hand through his hair.

The girl raised an eyebrow, stood up, and lifted herself to peek out the small window using a rock protrusion on the wall. Dick himself wondered what she saw outside. "A League base," she answered, "But not the base I know."

Her English was sharp and clean, devoid of any traces of the French accent Dick had previously heard from her. Who she was on the bus must be all a facade.

"What do you mean by that?" Tim asked.

"This place is very much like a League base," she explained, sitting back down. "But I've never stepped foot in here. Must be a new place."

The League. An assassin. This sudden kidnapping. The unanswered questions were almost too overwhelming for Dick. But he had one important query above all others. He looked straight at the girl. "Who are you?"

She stared back at him, unfazed. "Who do you think I am?"

Dick fell silent. He didn't know if he was prepared for the answer to that.

When none of them answered, the girl spoke again. "I'm sure you detectives can figure it out on your own." She waved a nonchalant hand. "You can call me Marinette, by the way."

Jason narrowed his eyes, jerking into a tense and guarded position. "You know about . . . that?"

"Of course I do. If I didn't hear it from Damian, I would've guessed on my own."

That was another one of Dick's questions. So she did know Damian and was seemingly in contact with him on a regular basis. Dick shuddered as it dawned on him how well his little brother hid his secret. He wondered if he even knew Damian at all—he'd seen the boy fight a million times, but in that moment when he saw the two strangers fighting alongside the former assassin, it felt like Damian was another person.

And the mere statement by the girl confirmed the truth for them.

"So why were we taken here?" Tim did his own sweep of the place.

"Not a hundred percent sure. The other faction's been hung up on deciding who gets to lead the League." Marinette shrugged. "If the arena outside has anything to do with it, I'd say they're going to make the three of us fight for it."

"Other faction?" Jason echoed.

"Of the League. There has been a split ever since Ra's died." There was a flash in her eyes. "I knew they'd finally come to get us but I'd rather they didn't take any hostages."

Dick saw Tim shifting beside him. He'd heard of the death of Ra's about a year ago, but never considered the aftermath. For a short period of time, he expected Talia to make a move and try to bring Damian back to inherit his 'right', but nothing noteworthy happened.

"Then we have to get out of here as soon as we can." Dick touched the bars holding them in. Brute force the lock? Pick it? Trick one of those assassins to free us? He couldn't think of too many options, and at the same time he was wary about being in an unfamiliar place.

"I don't think we can," said Marinette.

Dick's head whipped towards her. "Why not?"

Her tone was cold and stern, almost reminding him of Bruce. "I know you little birdies want to be freed immediately but I've seen a bit of the place before I came here. We're up against a couple hundred assassins, we have no weapons, no escape route out of here. And even if you can fend for yourselves, there's no telling what they will do to the other civilian hostages."

Her head tilted slightly. "And they have eyes and ears everywhere. Even if we did come up with a plan, it's useless."

Dick remembered that Marinette had companions of her own in that bus who were also around her age.

Jason frowned. "You're saying we have to wait for help?"

"I'm saying we can't do anything rash and it's better to save our energy for when we can get an opportunity to escape."

Dick slumped against the wall. A part of him wanted to argue, but another knew that she was right. What about Damian? Where could he be right now? Did they hurt him?

Marinette fiddled with the sleeve of her outfit. "How long do you think it will take your family to notice you're gone?"

Dick snorted. "B? Maybe forty-eight hours minimum. But Alfred . . . five hours. He'll know when something's wrong."

She nodded. "Then there's a guarantee that someone is going to send help for us."

"What about you? Your parents—"

"I'd rather not talk about me."

It was Tim who pressed on, probably already brimming with curiosity. "Why not? Why did Talia and Damian hide you—no, the two of you for so long?"

"Again, not taking any questions. The less you know, the better." Marinette looked away from them.

"But—"

Dick put a hand on Tim's shoulder to stop him, shaking his head. There were a lot of things he didn't know about Marinette, but she could be in a bad environment or being taken by the League was calling back unwanted memories. He figured that Talia must have sent her to Europe to live a normal life since she seemed like an ordinary civilian back on the bus, save for when the emergency struck.

He took a better look at her, wishing that he had the same level of body language reading ability as Cass. Her posture, her expression and hardened eyes were clear signs of a child who broke free from the League like Damian. But his gut feeling was telling him that there was something more to it.

"Don't look at me like that," she muttered.

"Like what?" Dick blinked.

"Like I'm some feral problem child that you have to tame."

"I don't—I'm not—"

"Is this how you saw Damian when he first came to the manor?"

Dick suddenly remembered his earlier encounters with the boy. He had seen a child who suffered under high expectations, a trained soldier who was raised to be the perfect killer. That was why Damian often lashed out. What Dick didn't know back then was that Damian was a boy who had just been separated from his original family.

"It's not . . ." He began to say but couldn't find the right words.

Marinette's smile was almost mocking. Humorless. "Yeah, you don't need to say anything. I know what you think of me."

"Look, we don't know anything about you, and the demon spawn wasn't exactly the friendliest when we first met," Tim reasoned.

"Well lucky for you I have no interest in the Robin mantle and you'll never see me again after we get out of here." The girl crossed her arms.

"You know we can't leave it at that," said Dick, "We still need some answers." He knew that Tim would be dead set on investigating Damian's siblings when he got the chance to. Bruce, too, of course if he would come to find out.

"Answers you won't hear from me and I'd like it if you won't investigate any further. No . . . I'll make sure you don't." Marinette scowled, combing a hand through her hair in annoyance. "Just this once stop sticking your noses where they don't belong and forget you ever met me or Danny-akhi after this. I assure you, you're going to regret it if you don't."

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Daddy’s Home: pt. 2

Maggie’s POV:

I stared at him my eyes twitching slightly. What the hell was he doing here? A low growl sound left the back of my throat.

“Careful kitten, that’s no way to greet your father.” He taunts.

“What do you want?” Basil asks.

“Mmm, all in do time my boy. The adults are talking”

Slade turns his attention back to Y/N. I can see Basil’s eyes scanning him for weapons and reading into his body language. He has the same thought I did. If this turned into a fight, we’d be ready for him.

“Is what he says true child?” Y/N asks.

I nod, dispointed in the answer.

“Sadly, yes, I only found out last year which was when I left town. I didn’t want Oliver to find out.”

“Well don’t you get more interesting everyday puppet? Why are you both standing so far, come, be civil.”

Basil was the first to sit on the couch near Y/N, always obedient of her orders. I lingered, my feet not wanting to move. Judging the danger between disobeying Y/N and getting physically closer to Slade. I got a glare from the older woman which would normally send chills down my spine, but I didn’t pay her any min.

“Mmmm, it would be rude not to get our guest a drink don’t you think?” I asked her.

Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Fine, drinks and then you come back…”

I slipped into the kitchen to catch my breath, trying to come up with a plan. I could poison him but he’d unfortunately be too smart to fall for that stick. I grabbed a knife from the block and stuck it in my boot, mixing four drinks and carrying them out to the living room. I handed Y/N hers first, then went over to Basil. He paused, grabbing my wrist when I handed it to him, locking eyes with me.

I gave him a simple smile, gently prying his fingers off me and walked over to Slade.

“Old fashioned, figured it would suit your… brutish taste” I jeered.

A short huff of a laugh came from him, as he takes the glass.

“I’m more of a scotch guy” he grins.

I go to sit by the window, able to run down the fire escape if I need to, but still engaged in the conversation.

“As I was saying, Y/N, I could use the help of that little boyfriend of yours to fix a problem I’m having. Zsasz is the best- no second best in Gotham”

I rolled my eyes at his lame attempt at flattery. All those years on the island and being imprisoned, he must have lost his touch. A small smirk grows on Y/N lips.

“Who exactly do you need to bite the bullet?”

He chuckles softly reading between her words.

“Don’t worry, it’s not the kids brother this time. Oliver isn’t being a pain in my ass right now. It’s this Dark Guy, he’s fucking things up and keeps getting directly in my way. But he has an annoying habit of predicting my endeavours. Found out he has a spell over the city- Zsasz isn’t from there, won’t fall to the spell.”

A small shiver rolled down my spine. I hadn’t heard that name in a while. I thought he ran away after his last fight with Oliver and the crew he had at the time.

“I’ll consider it, if you have the right thing to offer me in return Wilson.”

“I’ve got some vintage Japanese weapons you can’t get your hands on in Gotham. And I’ll owe you, and victors a favour each.”

“Tempting”

I scoffed, turning to look out the window.

“You have something to add to the conversation kiddo?”

“First” I stop to glare at him- “call me Kiddo again , I’ll be sure you can never make another kid. Secondly, do all of your plans come half baked out of your arse?”

Basil chuckled slightly under his breath and I smile, feeling accomplished that I could get him to produce such a rare sound. Slade groans.

“Teenagers” he says to Y/N.

“I’m not a teen anymore Slade, something you would know if you ever bothered to be around. So drop the “I’m your father” act because frankly I couldn’t give any less of a shit about your existence then I do right now. Because you’re not my problem, you made that very clear when you abandoned me. So go ahead with your idiotic plan to kill Damian Dark, but do not drag my people into this.”

“Your people? I thought Oliver and Thea were you people-“

“Don’t you dare fucking speak her name you human leech- not after everything you’ve done! You treated all of us, killed our mother infront of us and have kidnapped and tried to kill Oliver more times than I can count. If you can’t even kill my brother how the hell do you plan to kill a sorcerer way above you damn pay grade? Even if you do succeed, your problems not gonna be over. Because some dads actually parent their children… and I assure you, you do not want Nora after you.”

He seems to stop and actually think over my words. Basil just watches intrigued form the couch.

“Now Maggie, what did I say about being Civil?”

I growl under my breath. I fucking hated the diplomacy that came with my new choice of mates, but the security that came with them was worth it. Always having to be polite to your enemy in public is exhausting.

“She right you know. I’ve never met Nora but I’ve heard stories. She’s deeply devoted to her father and would do anything for him.”

“She’s the most competitive person I know. She won’t stop even if it puts her own health at risk. You’d have to kill both of them and together they’re not gonna be easy. I’m not letting Victor put himself through that.”

“You don’t believe Victor can handle these two”

“Not unless you went with him- you know how he can be when he’s distracted…”

A small annoyed sigh falls from her lips. Slade seemed to grow annoyed with my lack of providing an actual solution to his problem. Not that I was trying.

“Come here Magnolia”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse you?”

“Come here, I’m not asking again.” His tone was colder.

I sighed, hoping down from the window sill and walk over, standing infront of him.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to make something very clear to you here-“ he looks down at me with malice. “If you can’t handle a conversation with the grown ups, then you’re going to have to go to your room. I won’t stand here and have you call me stupid with no consequence. Oliver and Thea aren’t your family- I am. I killed your mother to prove that… and I will get rid of both of them if they become and issue. Do you understand me?”

I glared up at him clenching my fists. I heard Basil try to move from the couch but Y/N stop him. Seemingly amused and eager to see where this goes.

“You can keep running and moving and playing house with whoever you want kid. But the second that interferes with my life and what I want, I can easily take it all away from you. The only reason Oliver Queen is not dead is because of you… but that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt him. Zsasz is up to him and his lovely partner, you don’t get to speak for a man who’s not here.”

Of course he’d be sexist ontop of everything. Was there anything redeemable about this man? How the hell am I related to that?

“What, nothing to say now? Not so feisty when you don’t have your distance huh?”

A low growl emitted from the back of my throat and before I knew it I reached for the knife in my boot. Quickly plunging it into his empty eye socket behind his eyepatch. It seemed over dramatic to blind him, but it’s not like the area had no feeling. Eyeball or not, being stabbed in the face still hurts.

He stumbled slightly, as I back away closer to Basil.

“You stupid little bitch!” He growls.

“Don’t ever fucking talk to me again.”

I grab Basil hand and drag him outside, leaving Y/N to deal with Slade and his tantrum. If they wanted to talk just adults, they could be my guest. I almost walked out into the street not paying attention but Basil pulled me back.

“Woah, hey! Earth to Maggie. Breathe.”

I slowed down, closing my eyes and took a deep breath. I ran my thumb over his hand to feel the sensation of his skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re ok. Just chill out. What the hell was that back there?”

“He pissed me off.”

“I can see that. But Jim and Victor have pissed you off many times, you never tried to stab them.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t think about it” I sigh. “I hate his guts Basil. I don’t want him here, I don’t want him in my city.”

A small smile blossoms on the corner of her lips.

“So Gotham is your city now?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes. I like it here. There was nothing for me in Star City that can’t come to visit. Gotham is where you are, where my first business is, it’s got my three favourite teens in the whole world to babysit” I smile softly.

Then I realised this was his plan. To distract me. How he always knew what to do is beyond me. He couldn’t have learned from Oliver.

“Better?”

“Better. Thanks.”

“Wanna go do something entirely stupid that Y/N will most likely yell at us for, since we’re already going to get yelled at anyways?”

I giggle softly.

“Yes”

He drags me away form Y/N apartment and over to Oswald’s. He’s in a meeting so we’re able to sneak in without much fuss or getting pulled into conversation. He immediately drags me to weapons room and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What are we doing in here”

“You want to get back at Slade right… Oswalda got some explosives stored in the back. Let’s blow up his ride home” he grins.

I contemplate how my life got here, but it doesn’t much matter now. I’ve long past been into deep.

“You know what? Yeah, fuck him, let’s go blow up his plane.” I take Basils hand.

He smiles down at me grabbing what we need and putting it in his messenger bag before we sneak out.

“It should be fairly easy to find. Not many places you can park a private jet around here.”

“You’re leading this.”

He gets a weird glint in his eyes and I look at him worried. Without warning he scoops me up into his arms. I let out a soft squeak and cling onto him.

“Hold on tight” he laughs, launching off the ground and flying us over the city before he spots it.

He flies rather fast and it’s a bit disorienting when you’re not used to it, my hair would certainly be a mess. I glare at him when he puts me down.

“You’re the worst B.”

“But you love me anyways” he smiles that boyish grin. “Come on, all I have to do is attach this, then I’ll hand to you detonator and fly us up to watch the chaos from a safe distance. Who knows maybe your knight in shining armour will come to investigate” he teases.

“Don’t bring Jim into this. He’s the last thing I need right now.”

I watch as he straps two explosives to the jet and wait for him to be finished.

“You really gonna do this?”

“Planting bombs on a plane is just as illegal as blowing it up. The crimes already started, might a well see it through.”

“Gotham really is rubbing off on you huh?”

“Yeah yeah. So I’m done being a pushover, sue me.”

I take the switch and wait for him to fly us up.

“We should be safe here”

I smile looking down at the hanger it’s in before pressing the button. The explosion is loud and bold due to the jet fuel. We hover for a while watching the smoke before Basil flies us back to Oswald’s.

“Feel any better?”

“You know what, I actually do. I’m sure Y/N can handle Slade and whatever weak threats he was spewing at me when I left.”

“He’s a joke.”

“Tell me about it” I huff.

We walk in and are almost immediately greeted by Oswald.

“Hello little songbird, how are you this evening?”

His tone is strange and off. I simply shrugged.

“She got off work early so we’re just been wondering around” he chimes in.

“Oh? Was there a problem-“

“No, no problems Oswald everything’s good. I just felt a little under the weather and needed the fresh air. Feeling much better now.”

“I’m glad to hear that Maggie. Will you be staying here tonight?”

“I was thinking if that was alright with you, yes. I miss your stories” I attempt to butter him up.

I hear a scuff come from Basil and send him a small glare.

“Well in that case I’ll they my chef to make you’re favourite. I have another meeting today but I’ll come find you after”

He leans in and kisses my cheek. I smile up at him and let out a sigh of relief when he’s gone.

“What was that?”

“Relax, he’s gonna find out who did it anyways when Y/N figures it out first”

“You’re right” I let out a heavy sigh “should I sign my will now?”

“No, I think she’ll be proud. Pissed but- you stood up for yourself. Your biological father is a prick. You deserved better.”

“Thank you.” I smile fondly. “Now let’s go binge watch horror movies until our eyes hurt!”

I grab his hand and drag him to my room in Oswald estate. Basil was the only man who rarely pissed me off. And I wanted to see if I could get to know him as well as he knew me. My punishment would come in the future, but for now I could be happy and carefree in this moment. And that’s exactly what I needed

AN: so sorry I haven’t written in so long. Things have been insane all year and I haven’t had the mental energy to write. So sorry if this is bad, I’ll get back in my groove soon. Love yall 🫀

Tag: @howl-fantasies @keffirinne

#Maggie #magnolia blossom #Gotham oc #slade wilson #deathstroke

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joz-yyh · 1 year

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Tardif Tattoo Headcanons

You can thank @marbleboa and their amazing fics/art for giving me the inspo to write this. Definitely, go check them out if you’re into Darkest Dungeon! Below are my headcanons for what kinds of tattoos Tardif might have acquired during his travels. Feel free to add your thoughts/ideas if you’d like to. I hope you enjoy! :>

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Just as Damian marks himself with penitent blows from the lash, re-opening scarred skin with fresh streams of blood, Tardif indulges in a litany of tattoos. The scrawling black engravings that line the bounty hunter’s body are nothing so high and mighty as his companion's sacrifice of flesh, but when the price of a quarry is high and the danger even higher, the deviant recluse inks his tanned skin with a lesson from every successful mission. An artwork of his precious widowmaker is immortalized down the length of his dominant arm. Both he and his axe have severed countless lives from their mortal coils, man and steel swinging together as one -- and as such, it was only fitting that it’s image should hold considerable size and stake over his limbs. Likewise, his other trademark weapons are scattered down his sleeve, each with bold, black outlines to match the state of his heart, daring and iron-clad, an extension of his will. Inked knots of rope wind around his wrists like shackles, his trusty grappling hook as unforgiving as his own infallible hands when they squeeze around a delicate throat. Feathers and birds of prey span the breadth of his shoulders, carrying him on swift wings, watching his back when he cannot, mirroring the eagle-eyed helmet affixed to his brow, always scouting ahead. A spiderweb encircles his elbow in mesmerizing sutures of silk, reminiscent of the sticky nests of 8-legged hells he'd cleared of pestilence, orphaning the caves of their oversized arachnid masters for one more week before another lot comes to take their place. A skull and crossbones are permanently etched just under the ridge of Tardif’s collarbone. Death is all he knows, all he is and all he will ever be. A textbook rendition of a human heart lies suspend in a jar just below it. Humility is lethal, more potent than any poison he’s been gouged with in the past. Better to bottle it up and let confidence take the stage for all the insufferable ilk sentimentality has brought upon him.

A detailed portrait of a wolf’s head takes the expanse of his right pectoral muscle, it's bared fangs just as fierce as the bite scar the toilsome beast left on him in a final act of defiance before he finally put the alpha male down, the ensuing pack dispersing into the woods to avoid being slain in return.

Various suits of cards decorate his bulging phalanges like bejeweled rings -- diamond, spade, heart and club -- right above his arch of knuckles. Tardif likes to drink and drinking leads to gambling which leads to brawling. He’s won more games than he’s lost, but that doesn’t stop some blundering idiot from challenging him to fight in a foolhardy attempt take the wagered coin back by force. The brooding mercenary adds a reliable hunting knife to the growing collection of needlework decorating his skin, a drop of blood hanging preciously from the razor’s edge because he’s had to stab a thief and their pilfering hands more than once. Among the oldest of his collection are an identical set runes. They lay beneath his eyelashes, just over the rise of his cheekbones, simplistic in nature. They’ve lost some of their clarity, the dark lines not so fine as they once were, but as all relics of the past do, the memories of his homeland gently erode.

#darkest dungeon #tardif #tardif dd #tattooes #bounty hunter #bounty hunter darkest dungeon #i can see him doing some tribal ones as well #just haven't gotten idea for their representations yet #jozzie says #ranting #about me #my writing #this list may change as time goes on #marbleboa

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lex-munro · 1 year

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For those prompties: 3, 28, and 15

First of all, this is not what I meant to write when I saw this set of prompts. Just gonna put that out there. I totally thought I was going to have some set of murder-husband pairing go on a date, but that was absolutely not what happened.

Set in the same 'verse as my Suicide Squad stuff, a month or so after the end of Princess (which, yes, I have the end and almost none of the middle, I know, and I did say I was posting it as scraps so that I wouldn't stop and agonize over things when I have bits that could be posted, but you guys all know that if I were a dragon, I would be camped on a mound of unfinished stories and forgotten jellybeans). My stuff diverges from canon, notably in having more than one Robin (in the DCEU, it's currently canon that Dick was the one Joker murdered, and Bruce had a psychotic break that sent him into a violent downward spiral including straight-up killing some dudes, and never got himself another birdie) but also by ignoring The Suicide Squad (because Rick Flag).

So, here we go with short kidfic with background Batjokes. Sorrynot sorry.

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First Chance • First Kill • First Step

Bruce liked to think he was dealing with the situation…reasonably well.

A child had shown up on his doorstep (kind of a disturbing trend, actually) and declared himself Bruce’s son. No audience, no publicity. Just a kid of maybe ten years standing there with a serious look on his face and eyes almost identical to the ones Bruce saw in the mirror each day. His name was Damian, and his mother was Talia Al-Ghul (well, the timeline didn’t not match up), and he was more than happy to submit material for as many paternity tests as the famous Batman wished to run.

A ten-year-old who’d been mostly raised by assassins would no doubt chafe under Alfred’s watch even worse than the boys before him.

All right.

“First chance we get, you’re getting a cell phone of your own,” Bruce said.

Damian just blinked at him.

“You know how to use a smartphone? I know when I trained with the League, they didn’t much care for modern technology. Said it reduced self-reliance.”

“Might as well say carrying a knife reduces self-reliance,” declared Damian. “Tools are for using; it’s obtuse to reject them on some delusional moral ground. I don’t have extensive experience, but I know the basics.”

Bruce put him in the room next to Tim’s, then gave him a tour before depositing him in Alfred’s care. The next day, they gave a brief obligatory introduction of Damian in a small press conference (bolstered by a positive genetic match on the Batcomputer, easily replicated should questions of custody and ‘legitimacy’ arise, especially from the Board of Directors). Day three was Monday, so it was back to business as (mostly) usual.

“I might stay in tonight,” he said as he slipped into his jacket. “Maybe send Tim out on his own when he gets back from Metropolis. I’m still feeling that broken toe, and I almost missed a landing because of it last night.”

“My goodness, setting a positive example for the young master already,” Alfred teased.

“If you have time, could you look into the schooling situation? Maybe Gotham Academy.”

“Of course, sir. Ancillary to that, perhaps you could turn your evening toward an outing with the lad—further acquaintance on more neutral ground, one might say.”

And, because Alfred was nearly always right, Bruce agreed. Dinner at a little place with small crowds and good food, off the beaten path.

All of which led to the current predicament: five armed assailants who thought a billionaire’s son would make for a nice ransom.

The very instant Damian had control of the knife that had previously been held against his face, Bruce struck.

Poorly disciplined, poorly trained. They were complete novices, all easy-to-dodge stabs and wild swings. Bruce didn’t even need to use his bad foot (good thing, since it still ached just from walking).

When Bruce had knocked out the last would-be kidnapper, he rushed to his son’s side.

“Damian? Are you hurt?”

The kid wasn’t even out of breath—but he was covered in blood and looking wide-eyed at the man he’d stabbed.

Bruce knelt and checked for a pulse; he was strangely both relieved and sorrowful when he found none. “He’s dead,” he said gently. “He can’t hurt you. Okay?”

Damian blinked and started to shiver. When his teeth started chattering, Bruce shucked his jacket to wrap around his son’s skinny shoulders.

“That’s the adrenaline wearing off.”

“I’ve never actually killed someone before,” Damian said quietly.

Bruce paused. He decided to reply with, “I wish neither of us had to know what that felt like.”

“What…what happens next?”

“Well, when I get in a bind, step one is always ‘call Alfred.’ But we should go ahead and call the police, too—these guys attacked Bruce Wayne and his mysterious new heir, after all, so we had to defend ourselves.”

“Does this happen often?”

“Uh. Less often than it could, but definitely more often than you’d expect in a city with high-profile vigilantes. Less often since, uh, a certain…well, since my current romance became more or less public knowledge.”

Damian took Bruce’s phone out of the jacket and dialed. “Hello, Alfred? It’s Damian. I killed somebody for the first time just now, and Bruce is trying to talk to me about his boyfriend. Yes, very awkward. He says we’re going to call the police, because it was self-defense. Oh, about that? I don’t know what his plans are on that front, but Mother said the clown is, quote, ‘surpassingly sinister and not particularly trustworthy,’ so perhaps Bruce won’t want me to meet him.”

Bruce hung his head with a sigh. Seemed like he’d managed to prestige into a challenge-level of child rearing. Adopt, rescue, be adopted, be bulldozed.

“No, it was the first time, so I don’t know how I feel, except sticky and in need of a bath. Bruce, Alfred says I deserve to be introduced to my stepfather, but that I can speak with the police and have a bath first.”

If this was anything like what he’d done to Alfred as a child, he owed the old man some serious thank-you gifts.

“Yeah, sure,” he said faintly in defeat.

.End.

#askbox #prompts #fanfic #starring batfleck #prompt fill #set after princess but technically sort of part of it?#fic series: princess

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exghul · 1 year

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swords dance ; because we know he uses a sword, but what was he trained with? what styles, what bladed weapons?

SWORDS, KNIVES, AND GUNS, OH MY! i've already meta-ed on damian's routines growing up revolving around guns, and his extensive knowledge of them. pistols, rifles, anti-aircraft weapons, you name it, he can use it.

blades, however, is quite a longer list. on his person, he always carries a dagger. for the life of me, i can't find the post where i mentioned it before but he carries one gifted to him by talia. my particulars on it might vary depending on what i had headcanoned but for the sake of my own sanity, we'll call it a tantō for now. tantōs are a traditional blade held by samurai in feudal japan, it typically has a length between 5.9 and 11.8 inches. damian's is a double edged dagger that heralds 7 inches. talia acquired one for him in her time in tokyo --- she gave it to him at some point when he was young and he's carried it since. it rarely sees use given his sentimental attachment to it but in desperate situations, it's always in his hand.

dc (and me, i'm not absolved of this lol) often refers to damian's sword as a katana but it would be more accurate to describe it as a dao, a traditional chinese sword that appears in similar build to a katana. there are many variations of dao, damian has trained with them all. his sword that he takes with him as robin for the transitional period between al ghul and wayne is a yaodao which can be described as "a single-sided long knife worn around the waist, also called a short knife". at average, a yaodao is 29 inches in full length, making it just about 2 1/2 feet ( or over half of damian's height when he wielded it ). he trained with every type of dao and talia ensured that her son knew the differences between each: including the appropriate times to use each. as it is a shorter blade with a straight edge, the yaodao is the best fitting his stature.

outside of his two constants ( and their variations over the years ), damian has trained with european shortswords, hook swords, kodachi, katanas, basket hilted swords ( though not for long, as he struggled to get a good hand grip with them ), dao, claymores ( too heavy in general, spent the least amount of time with these ), scimitars, khopesh, rapiers, and shamshirs.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS -- ACCEPTING ! @starignite ♥

#⊰ ℜ ⊱ WELCOME TO THE WORLD WHERE DREAMS BECOME NIGHTMARES ! \ skills.#starignite #>;3c #look at u making me do research and correct my own mistakes lmfao #i had to cut it short or i'd just keep rambling #ANS.#⊰ ℜ ⊱ ┊ i need not for your absolution; do not hold that sword over me. ┊ DAMIAN WAYNE: CANON.

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jd-mirror · 2 years

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KemoJi Seiyū and other Anime characters they voiced. Of course not every single role though but a close collection I can comment on.

Natsumi Fujiwara (Kabane)

Tōru Mutsuki - Tokyo Ghoul:re: Psycho Bitch? Obsessed with main char Kaneki, like obsessed obsessed. The unhealthy kind. In a squad under his command together with Kuki Urie.

Damian Desmond - Spy x Family: Little brat, rich, influential daddy. Has daddy and mommy issues. Wants his parent’s acknowledgment. Actually a nice kid if pushed. Can’t sleep without his favorite plushie.

Since Fujiwara voices Tōru Mutsuki, a main character starting from Tokyo Ghoul:re she worked closely with Natsuki Hanae (Shiki) who voices the main protagonist Kaneki. Tōru admires and obsesses over Kaneki and tries to kill his gf. She also has a thing for knifes and apparently knife play which does not fare well with her obsessive love towards Kaneki. The friendship their characters have in KemoJi is much better. There are no significant similarities between Kabane and those characters.

Junichi Suwabe (Inugami)

Fred/Freed Justine - Fairy Tail: Part of a trio that runs after a big guy. Very passionate about that fact. Masculine enough to rock the shit out of short beach wear. Uses runes and their scripture to fight. Gets hammered by a bartender maid at one point.

Shōta Aizawa - Boku no Hero Academia: A teacher but actually the Dad of 20 teens. Always tired, overworked, and unshaven. Carries a sleeping bag around. Adopts another child. Great resolve due to sad events in the past.

Yami Sukehiro - Black Clover: Captain of a squad of mages. Recruits people others see as losers. Uses his squad mates to do labour in and around the base. Scolds squad mates for breaking the base but breaks most of it himself. A smoker and an alcoholic. A nice lady is in love with him but he doesn’t get it. Spends like 50% of the series crapping and having his squad bring him more toilet paper.

Kyogai - Kimetsu no Yaiba: Some demon and a writer. No one liked his works and bullied him for it. He snapped. Not enough and ultimately worthless for the main baddie to entertain any longer so he gets dropped and tries his best to impress again.

Ryōmen Sukuna - Jujutsu Kaisen: A bad person. So bad indeed, he became an even badder curse after his human death. Wants to kill, maim, and rape. He does the former two. Gets reincarnated in the body of a literal ray of sunshine who can suppress him. Forces the kid to make sketchy deals with him in exchange for his life. Has something in mind regarding the kid’s buddy. Overall a bad person.

Hector - Re:Zero: Depressed warlock. Powerful but depressed. So powerful, he made another guy wait for his master for like 400 years but he can’t meet her in the end.

Victor Nikiforov - Yuri!!! on Ice: Legend ice skater, ice skating coach, gay. Becomes the coach of another dude (the main char) who admires him. He also becomes his fiancé. Charismatic but kind of an airhead. Does other things on ice (gay things).

His characters seem to have a trend of being dudes with an unfriendly demeanor who actually have a heart made of pure gold or they are completely done already and just all of their negative traits with clearly lots of trouble to them. In Black Clover Junichi Suwabe, Daisuke One (Mihai) and Natsuki Hanae (Shiki) all voice a powerful Magic Squad Captain and between the former two is a rivalry of years. His squad member Luck is voiced by Ayumu Murase (Akira) who works for him and the squad he leads. In the same anime, Hiro Shimono (Nobimaru) voices the second in command of the squad, Nacht Faust, but he dislikes Suwabe’s character Yami. Suwabe and Ono also voice characters in Black Butler which I left out, but apparently, they stab each other. Aizawa comes closest to Inugami. Unshaven and adopts kids.

Natsuki Hanae (Shiki)

Hikari Sakishima - Nagi no Asukara: Precious bean. Jealous of some other guy but overall a precious bean. Is in love with a girl. Doesn’t, at first, like his sister’s husband. His step nice is into him tho. Lives underwater with his family and friends but goes to school on land. Can be angered quickly.

Kosei Arima - Your Lie in April: Teen gifted with music but has a trauma related to that. Precious bean overall. His best friend’s gf is into him and only dates his buddy to be closer to him. Might overcome his trauma. There is more incoming though.

Ken Kaneki - Tokyo Ghoul: Precious bean (at first). Life gets flipped upside down and he tries to get a hold on it and learn to live with the “changes”. Freaks out at some point. Live turns upside down again. Guy doesn’t get a single break. One of the few characters in non-ecchi or non-hentai Anime to get a sex scene. Overall precious bean though.

Rill Boismortier - Black Clover: Squad captain obsessed with art and creating the perfect drawing. Powerful, but mostly busy with painting and defeating enemies as a side-effect. Got beaten up by a lady and fell in love with her.

Tanjiro Kamado - Kimetsu no Yaiba: Precious bean, loves his family and friends. Patience of a saint. Does everything to cure his little sister who turned into a demon, even things that could get him killed. Hunts the guy who killed his family but has a super gentle nature and pity with demons he kills. Overall he’s just boi.

Falco Grice - Attack on Titan: Precious bean and smol boi. Needs protection and doesn’t deserve anything bad. Has a puppy crush on a girl and goes great lengths to protect her. Is actually a chad and the only guy brave enough to confess.

Hajime Kokonoi - Tokyo Revengers: Obsessed with cash. Was into an older girl but she died, so he kissed her little brother instead, imagining it was her. The banker of several street gangs throughout the years.

Ryō Mizushima - Love All Play: Precious boi wants to play Badminton. Gets motivated by his complicated sister to do so in high school. Has a lot of friends in the team and plays his way to the top. (Hanae Natsuki’s pet cat voiced a cat in this anime.)

Most of these characters are known to be very gentle and good-hearted. They don’t ever try to harm if they can avoid it and only fight for to know others safe. Some of these character also share an airhead trait. Closest to Shiki would be Hikari Sakishima with a more abrasive nature but he’s a tsundere as well. All of them are precious beans tho, all of them! Together, Hanae and Hiro Shimono (Nobimaru) voice two protagonists from Kimetsu no Yaiba, Tanjiro and Zenitsu. They are great friends but Tanjiro is sometimes fed up with Zenitsu’s bullshit. That’s a nice parallel to Shiki and Nobimaru. They aren’t exactly friends but Shiki is pretty much always fed up with Nobimaru’s bull. They also voice two characters in Attack on Titan. Falco Grice and Shimono voices Connie Springer who, at one point, kidnaps Falco and tries to feed him to a titan to make said titan return to human form. Together with Kana Hanazawa (Inari), Hanae voices the protagonists of Nagi no Asukara, a romance anime, with a lot of romantic tension between their characters. That’s directly opposed to KemoJi where Shiki hates Inari’s guts and Inari… I don’t even think she knows Shiki exists… In the same anime, Kaito Ishikawa (Yui) voices another character that acts as a love rival to Hanae’s character. That’s actually not true and only a jealousy thing in Hikari’s mind. Outside of that “rivalry” the characters are good friends. There’s not much between Shiki and Yui, but I guess they’re friends? Overall a lot of interactions outside of KemoJi, phew.

Ayumu Murase

Atsushi Minegishi - Nagi no Asukara: Some super minor character but I’m still gonna mention it cuz I love the anime!

Shoyo Hinata - Haikyū: Hyperactive, tiny boy who wants to play volleyball. He’s alarmingly small and gets called a variety of names in honer of how small he is. Can jump. Ray of sunshine who annoys his team mate in the same year as him. Always has to go to the restroom before some big game where he meets future antagonist or important people.

Chigusa Fukasawa - Iroduku: The World in Colors: Rich kid and the youngest member of the photography and art club. Shit eating kid with shit eating grin always bickering the others. Has probably a crush on the girl he bickers the most with.

Luck Voltia - Black Clover: Mental guy obsessed with fighting. Can and will fight you. Constantly fights with another guy, shocks him and sets him on fire. Overall a little shit. Went to a mixer twice but he just wanted to fight so the girls didn’t really warm up to him.

Venti - Genshin Impact: Not really an anime but the character is super famous so I guessed I could mention him.

Kenjiro Minami - Yuri!!! on Ice: Innocent kid, younger than he looks, always excited and bubbly. Also a figure skater. Very energetic but can get nervous quickly. Overall precious. A little fanboi.

All in all, a parade of very joyous and outgoing characters with too much energy! Very much like Akira. Next to the connection with Junichi Suwabe in Black Clover, Murase also voices Hinata from Haikyū. His best friend and teammate Tobio Kageyama is coincidentally voiced by Kaito Ishikawa who lends his voice to Akira’s twin Yui!

Kaito Ishikawa (Yui)

Tsumugu Kihara - Nagi no Asukara: The perceived love rival of Hikari Sakishima. Saves a girl from dehydration but doesn’t love her. Pretty stoic and a man (teen) of few words. Later studies marine biology (he wants to do that in more than just one way but you need to watch the anime to understand that). His family lives from fishing.

Tobio Kageyama - Haikyū: Another rather stoic person. Arrogant and closed off at first. His team mates hate him. Thinks he’s the best player and blames his team for everything going wrong. Falls in his face with that attitude and changes.

Tenya Iida - Boku no Hero Academia: Strict but reliable class rep. Also a reliable friend. Often torn between his class rep duty and following the rules himself. Robotic movements and air chopping. Dislikes half-assed people who want to be heroes. Idolizes his older brother. A good, solid guy who worries about others and wants to help.

Kuki Urie - Tokyo Ghoul:re: Stoic dude, man of few words. He likes his friends though even if he pretends he doesn’t. Works in a squad under Kaneki’s lead together with Tōru Mutsuki.

Langris Vaude - Black Clover: Snob royal with too much pride in his abilities. Was made heir of his family’s possessions and name because his older bro is disappointing. Tried to kill his bro once. Second in command of the squad led by William Vangeance.

Overall the more stoic types that tend to come from more wealthy families. The stoicism can reach from being an asshole to just being overly serious but with a good heart. Together with Natsuki Hanae (Shiki) and Kana Hanazawa (Inari), he voices the protagonists of Nagi no Asukara. Hanae’s character perceives his char as someone who wants to steal his crush. In Tokyo Ghoul, Ishikawa’s character works under Hanae’s character together with Fujiwara’s character. And his connection to Ayumu Murase was already mentioned. Then there is the teacher student relationship between Aizawa and Iida in MHA. Many of the characters share Yui’s more closed attitude with his generally good natured self beyond the surface.

Daisuke Ono (Mihai)

Arthur Auguste Angel - Ao no Exorcist: Strongest dude in the exorcist order. Is actually a clone of a demon lord raised for scientific purposes. Has a speaking sword that his into him and that gets stronger if he feeds it with his long blonde hair. Solid guy who does his job but he’s kinda arrogant.

Erwin Smith - Attack on Titan: Eyebrows! For his goal he walks over hundreds of corpses and risks the lives of everyone including his own. Recruits a small dude into squad. Very brave guy who doesn’t fear injury. A big monkey threw stones at him.

Jotaro Kujo - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Didn’t watch that one (I know shame on me) but it’s so famous, I gotta mention it.

William Vangeance - Black Clover: Squad captain of the most famous magic squad. Wears a mask to hide his disfigured face. Makes trees with magic. You could say he has a split personality but he gets rid of it. The citizens really like him but most of his squad members are snobs. He doesn’t like them being snobs though.

Pan Ko Paat - Fire Force: Reliable firefighter. When he blows into his whistle, he can give his buddies a heat resistance buff. Is a little obsessed with safety and so used to blowing in his whistle that he preferably communicates like that now.

Phillip Boreas Greyrat - Mushoku Tensei: Wealthy nobleman of an influential family. His father bangs furries that are also the servants of the house. Takes in a distant relative to teach his daughter maths and magic. He also kinda tries to pimp his daughter for said teacher…

So on the one hand we have a couple of characters with unshakable, noble values and on the other hand characters with more questionable morals to put it lightly. Mihai, if compared, is kind of a mix between those. He does questionable things but never to the point when they become too questionable. As mentioned before, Suwabe’s and Ono’s characters from Black Clover have a long lasting rivalry while in KemoJi they live in a house together and Mihai wears Inugami’s old pajamas. At least they don’t fight.

Hiro Shimono (Nobimaru)

Connie Springer - Attack on Titan: Kinda stupid but has a good heart. Loves his friends and family but loses his family rather suddenly. Doesn’t really get over it. People make fun of him cuz he’s small but he’s also competent after taking shit seriously. Has a best friend who loves potatoes. Tries to feed a kid to a titan in a moment of madness.

Naki - Tokyo Ghoul: Kind of an underling at first but later the boss of a certain group. Loyal to this group and its members. He’s also a little unhinged and later has like 9 children with an inbred dwarf.

Dabi - Boku no Hero Academia: Barbecued himself. Barbecues others as well. Daddy issues and practically insane because of them. Also has mommy issues but the daddy issues are so big, they overshadow everything. Tried to kill his little brother and endangered his other siblings. Does everything to spite his dad. Very sad past. Like super sad.

Zenitsu Agatsuma - Kimetsu no Yaiba: Yells at least 12 hours a day. Is desperate to find a woman who loves him and proposes the first chance he gets. Secret badass who is mostly only competent when he’s asleep. Didn’t want to be a Demon Slayer but he was kinda sold into the job. Is actually a great friend and companion. Wants to marry his best friend’s demon sister.

Nacht Faust - Black Clover: Second in command of a magic squad. Never shows up for work though. Dislikes the squad leader and the fact that he was made second in command by him. Conjures and subjugates devils cuz he can so he basically plays with fire.

There seems to be the trend of characters that have more or less unhinged traits ranging from little like Connie Springer to much… very much… like Dabi. Generally, the characters are troubled in different ways with some more comically but others in all seriousness. I pretty much mentioned all character connections with other seiyūs already and too much of Nobimaru is unknown to make enough comparisons, but he’s probably closest to Dabi. I quote, “Nobimaru and Dabi are especially funny because they’re both arsonists who hate a red head in power and love being mysterious.” (Copyright @sistervirtue)

Kana Hanazawa (Inari)

Nadeko Sengoku - Monogatari Series: Didn’ watch that but seems important.

Shiemi Moriyama - Ao no Exorcist: Purest girl on earth. Gentle and caring. Didn’t know about the things coming with romance and couldn’t differentiate between friendship and romantic love. Got embarrassed by reading up on the topic in shojou manga. Very shy girl who spent her days gardening with her grandmother. She loves plants and makes herbal medicine for her friends.

Manaka Mukaido - Nagi no Asukara: Purest girl in the sea. Gentle and caring. Very shy girl but can be outgoing in the right environment. Is in love with one of her friends but to shy to confess. She entrusts herself to a friend tho. For a day, her knee was a fish.

Rize Kamishiro - Tokyo Ghoul: Psycho bitch. First thing she does is trying to eat the main char. She gets crushed by steel beams though and continues to be a psycho bitch in his mind cuz some of her organs got transplanted into him. Usually turns a place into a murder scene when she binge eats humans.

Sato Matsuzaka - Happy Sugar Life: Psycho bitch and lolicon. Kidnaps a little girl and keeps her in her apartment. Kills a bunch of people that encounter her over the course of the anime and investigate the disappearance of the child. Psycho bitch.

Mitsuri Kanroji - Kimetsu no Yaiba: Precious airhead. Super strong fighter and she fights for love. The snake guy loves her and gives her socks that she constantly wears. One of the few hashiras to kick the shit out of a demon moon without much losses. Just boss.

Rika Orimoto - Jujutsu Kaisen: Little girl with a sad childhood. Her only friend was a sickly kid to which she got engaged at the age of 10. She hated everyone but him. Got run over by a car and died but returned as the most powerful curse in history. She kicks ass with her fiancé but is also jealous and protective of him. She once shoved four guys into a single locker when they tried to bully him. Overall boss.

So, there are either the super pure and nice characters with boss attributes now and then, or the psycho bitches with loads of messed up stuff in store. Like Rize Kamishiro, Inari has a fun time binge eating and both prefer humans as their meal of choice. Like Sato, Inari also kidnaps, brainwashes and grooms a little girl which is super disturbing. It is interesting to mention that the older brother of the kidnapped girl is voiced by Yumiri Hanamori, who voices Kon in KemoJi. Other connections have been mentioned already.

Yumiri Hanamori (Kon)

Asahi Kōbe - Happy Sugar Life: Sad kid who’s searching for his little sister who was kidnapped. Got beaten up for not keeping an eye on her. Looks for her with increasing desperation.

Ai Hayasaka - Kaguya-sama: Love is War: Didn’t watch that but it’s pretty popular so I guess it’s worth a mention.

Hinaki Ubuyashiki - Kimetsu no Yaiba: Creepy, pale faced and seemingly emotionless kid. One child out of a set of quintuplets. Doesn’t speak much. Her dad leads the Demon Slayer Corps.

All characters are very much unlike Kon and there are no more seiyū connections left for me to mention.

Note that this list is far from being complete. I just didn’t know all the other animes the seiyūs voice characters from and in the end I was too lazy to do research.

#kemono jihen #kemoji #monster incidents #kabane kusaka #inugami kohachi #shiki tademaru #akira kemono jihen #yui kemono jihen #nobimaru #yoko inari #kon kemono jihen #should i also tag the other animes i mentioned?

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 year

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A home for sharp objects

by Sugarcookie222

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a young Damian in possession of a knife, must be in search of a target.

Damian had never had the luxury to choose to be defenseless, it had always been a matter of circumstance.

He always carried a knife because it was an expectation, but It soon became a safety net, and then a bad habit.

Words: 2764, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Robin: Son of Batman (Comics), Batman (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Clark Kent

Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne-centric, Damian Wayne Feels, Traumatized Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Has Issues, League of Assassins Damian Wayne, Young Damian Wayne, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Feels, Good Uncle Clark Kent, Damian Wayne Gets a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43312801

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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thecityofselcouth · 2 years

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Veronica, still reeling from Damian's lips on her curls, pulled back from him slightly to be able to get a better look at his face as he spoke. Her smile returned to her as she glanced away bashfully before her eyes returned to his face, “Show me something?” Whenever he didn’t explain himself further, Veronica slipped quietly into the passenger side of his car, and crossed her ankles, tucking her legs closer towards her seat. She had grown accustomed to Damian’s silence, and the peace of it made the times he did speak all that more powerful to her. She prattled on about her day as they drove, telling him a meaningless antidote about music selection while playing with her fingers anxiously. However, as they pulled up to the gates of a long winding drive, Veronica grew silent as well as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

She had recognized the fact that Damian’s family had money. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, plus she had recognized the traits of wealth in him that she had never been fortunate enough to experience. She had seen enough of it amongst the trust fund babies at school, who always had made it their purpose to bring up her scholarship, to recognize it. But, in spite of this, he had never flaunted his wealth, or even acknowledged its existence - as though money meant nothing to him - and as they pulled up to the house, Veronica realized it was because that he had enough to not ever worry about it. Her mouth grew dry and she clung to him as he led her through the monstrous house.

The interior did not calm her nerves as she felt severely undressed in her leggings and cardigan combo, and she was extremely grateful that they had not met anyone else in his family within the house. Once they stepped across the threshold of his bedroom, Veronica froze. Something about being in Damian’s bedroom felt as though she was invading his personal space, and although he was the one who had led her there, she watched him nervously, as though he was going to tell her that she was doing something wrong, as she made her way further into the room. She gripped onto the bottom of her cardigan sleeves against the stark contrast of the hallway and the chill of the room, and closed the distance between them to obtain his body heat. Before she could reach out to him, her eyes widened in shock as he stuck his hand into the embers of the fireplace.

She gripped onto his shirt once he stepped back away from the fire, clinging to him as though her very life depended on it, and watched as the wall itself opened up in front of her. I want to show you something, his earlier words echoed in her mind while they went down the dark corridor. Fear was a sensation Veronica knew well, but despite her hesitation of the unknown, being near Damian dulled any aspect of being scared, just as it had since she had witnessed him rearrange her brother’s facial structure the month prior.

The space between them grew as they entered the tomb-like room on the other side of the fireplace, and Veronica's legs wouldn't carry her further. Her eyes roamed the walls as she stood amongst starlight in the low light flickering against the sharp metals encased in glass. I want to show you something. Veronica's eyes snapped back to Damian in the center of his inner sanctum, and the look behind his eyes made her weak at the knees. She opened her mouth to call for him, but the words caught in her throat, afraid to break the spell of their silence.

She tracked him as he moved within the space, more comfortable than she had ever seen him, and her curiosity only grew as he opened one of the glass cabinets and pulled out a box that looked as though it was worth more than her entire life. Seeing the flash of blade as he removed the dagger from the box, static ran through her veins starting from her toes and up through the top of her head. Nearly as mesmerized by the dancing emerald in the light as he was, Veronica’s gaze did not move from the knife until Damian moved out of her view.

A sharp gasp escaped her at the sudden feeling of his body against her own, and Veronica melted, as she always did, into Damian’s embrace, closing her eyes at the frigidity of the jewel toned metal pressed against her neck. She welcomed the pain like an old friend, leaning into the edge of the blade, as it pierced into her unblemished skin. Heat began to pool between her thighs as her pain receptors rejoiced at the small wound, and an involuntary whimper escaped her while his tongue ran against her burning flesh.

Feeling his slow exhale against her skin, her eyelids fluttered open, and she reached up slowly, gently wrapping her fingers around the wrist that still held the knife to her throat. She asked his permission silently with a light squeeze of his wrist before turning to face him without removing herself from his hold on her. Veronica tilted her head to reverently peer up at him, and, with the patience of a dormouse, reached up to remove his hair from his eyes, her fingertips roaming down the expanse of his celestial face and jawline.

“Do it again,” she plead, her voice barely above a whisper to stop the shake, "please."

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Over the past month, Albert had become increasingly a regular customer of Lane's Sweets, and he wasn't that much of a coffee fan - let alone all the other various things on the Lane’s menu. He had no concept of what exactly a “chocolate explosion” was, and he wasn't, in any way, about to find out. However, despite his own grievances with sweets and the lectures he gave himself, Albert still found himself walking from the auto shop to Lane's every morning in hopes that he would get a glimpse of Ruth.

Bugs, his rescued English Bulldog, snorted and huffed alongside him as they made their way down the street, Lane’s within Albert’s line of sight. A storefront down from the coffee shop, Bugs, with his smooshy face and one exposed bottom tooth, waddled a few more feet before splatting himself in a shaded spot on the sidewalk, giving up from moving any further.

“Eres un saco perezoso de huesos - you’re a lazy sack of bones,” Albert rolled his eyes towards the blue, cloud covered skies before sternly looking down at the ridiculous canine, “I’m not carrying you.” He waved his hands in the direction of the shop, “¡Ya casi estamos allí! Levántate, tonto gordito - We’re almost there! Get up, chubby fool.” The dog had the nerve to huff at him before settling down further, his wrinkles melting onto the concrete. “Some menace to society, you are,” Albert scowled before he sighed, running his hand down his face and beard.

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Johnnie hated Mrs. Garner. Married to a wealthy real estate broker twice her age, Mrs. Garner, whom he refused to learn the first name of, had nothing better to do on a Monday afternoon than to sexually harass him, in hopes that he'd give her a discount on her Mercades’ new tires. Johnnie would have rather been eating the tires than be still standing there listening to her attempt to flirt with him. He wondered to himself if Fume had arrived yet, his phone discarded on the workbench behind him, and fantasized about all the things he’d much rather be doing with her than continue to hear Mrs. Garner’s high pitched drone.

The woman’s hands began to travel into his personal space, and onto his person, and his jaw locked with contempt. Before he had the chance to act upon his thoughts of chopping off Mrs. Garner’s hands with a machete, the skin on his jawbone was being assaulted by long, manicured claws, ones he'd recognize anywhere, and his head was turning to face the culprit herself, his mocoso. Not taking the time to fret over when he had decided that she was his in the first place, his arm slipped around her waist so he could grip onto her hip as she deepened the kiss, allowing her to stake her claim over his mouth.

His hand dragging across her curves as she slipped away from him, Johnnie’s eyes zeroed in on her hips as she stomped away from him upset. He kept his face blank, although he wanted to grin ear to ear, and nodded towards the door, not turning back towards Mrs. Garner but addressing her all the same, “Get out.”

“W-what?” she stammered in disbelief.

Emphasizing each syllable, Johnnie reiterated his previous statement, mentally giving her five seconds to see herself out before he had to become physical. The woman marched angrily from the garage bay as Johnnie made his way over to Fume, strolling casually over to her. Setting aside her shot glass, he took her face between his hands and pulled her in for another bruising kiss, tasting the tequila on her tongue. Pulling back with a smug smirk on his face, he studied her, running his thumb over her plump bottom lip, “Is that better, princesa?”

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Wesley’s phone began buzzing on the desk beside his keyboard, the screen lighting up and showing the unsaved number Finn used to contact him. “Yes?” Wesley answered, tapping the speakerphone button so that he did not have to stop what he was doing on his screen.

“Get to the mayor’s office now,” Finn’s stern voice snapped Wesley out of his Sunday afternoon video game; “cut the security cameras - oh and bring an M18 with you.” He didn't have time to question anything before Finn had hung up the phone. Their conversations had been short and to the point ever since the night Lily Javachi had been found in her boiler room. After disabling the government building’s security system and fifteen minutes of fighting downtown traffic later, Wesley arrived to see June’s slender legs disappear through the backdoor, usually only used for deliveries or the mayor avoiding journalists. He caught up to her rather quickly, and found that she was not alone, the same large blonde Javachi with her as he had been the night Finn and Lily disappeared.

“June? Do you know what’s going on?” He asked in a hushed tone, noting that everyone appeared to have left for the day already - probably all out getting ready for the mayor’s charity gala. June, her eyes like burning embers, motioned for him to follow them as she led the way towards the mayor’s office door, which stood ajar. Following them inside, Wesley shut the door behind him after seeing the scene in front of him.

Noah, her bleach blonde locks nearly white in the fluorescents, stood stock still in the middle of the room in front of the large oak desk, and stared at the slouched lump that was the mayor’s grotesquely obese corpse, the murder weapon still in her trigger hand. Wesley now understood why he was called there, and began to get to work, pulling a pair of gloves from his back pocket. He worked in tandem with June as she was able to get the gun away from Noah and get her into a chair. He overheard what he thought was June on the phone, but he didn't question it as he set up the scene to read differently to any forensics team that the city could unleash upon them.

After June and Oliver, who had arrived after June’s phone call, had taken Noah home to prepare her to run the gala, Wesley completed his tasks and took a step back to observe the space, making sure everything was in order. The mayor’s body still lay across the desk, however the untraceable replacement of Noah’s M18 lay in his grasp, making it look as though he had taken his own life. Adjusting the tilt in the mayor’s desk nameplate to sit properly on the desk, he left the building and got the security system back up and running from his laptop, deleting several other hours within the week to make it look like a system malfunction.

Cleaning up the mayor’s messes was beginning to become a part of Wesley’s job description, one that he had not expected. Tablecloths, photo booth backdrop, ivy wall. Ivy wall? Wesley stared down at the screen on his phone, rereading Finn’s email with the list of leftover supplies from the night before’s gala. Despite the news of the mayor’s untimely death getting out before the cocktail hour had ended, the gala itself had gone on without a hitch, and there were already several high dollar, old money bitties that were eyeballing Noah for Interim until the mayoral election was held later that year.

Noah - Wesley had to admit - had played her part beautifully. Whenever the news was broken to the crowd, Noah reacted to the news as though it was the first she had heard about it, devastated to lose such a ‘close and trusted colleague.’ She had led the room in a moment of silence, and gave a grand speech on how even the strongest amongst us fight the hardest internal battles, turning the mayor into an idolized hero to the city’s people. Spoken like a true politician, Wesley thought to himself as he exited one of the bar’s backrooms, and ran into an afternoon bar patron. “Excuse me ma’am,” he spoke politely, squeezing past her and keeping a respectful distance.

After speaking with Archie about some forgotten boxes near the stage, he had been surprised to see the same woman coming up to him, and even more so whenever she handed her information to him. “Uhhm-” his eyes tracked her as she left the bar as he stood like an idiot with the paper in his hand. After hours of nearly convincing himself to stay home with his computer, Wesley found himself strung up and tied to the woman’s bed, her name Indigo rolling off his tongue like a prayer. The music and lights only added to the erotic fantasy come to life in front of him, and he lay on the bed in awe of the goddess above him.

His hands flexed under the restraints, aching to run his hands down the curve of her spine, as she settled herself above him. His eyes nearly popped out of his head whenever she presented the gag and laid down her rules for him to follow. The need to touch her only intensified as he learned that he would not be allowed to do so without her permission, and, very briefly, it crossed his mind that he probably shouldn't have put himself in the position to be vulnerable to anyone, let alone a drop dead gorgeous stranger whose eyes were showing promises of pain and promiscuity. Wesley tried to focus his attention on her words but got caught up with the way her mouth moved. He inched his way ever closer to brush his lips against her own, but still remained at a safe distance to keep within the perimeters of her rules, afraid she might stop otherwise.

Realizing that she was expecting an answer from him for something, Wesley’s eyebrows pulled together as he tried to comprehend the question. “Uhm,” he stammered, not being able to focus on anything but how her body felt against his own, and a goofy grin spread across his face. Safe word, it finally clicked in his brain, and he blinked, “Oh, uhm - whatever you want it to be?”

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its-karma-bitches-00 · 3 years

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ADRIAN DO NOT SIT NEXT TO DAMIAN'S PROPERTY.

MARINETTE IS SO USED TO THIS...

#marinette x damian #Daminette #marinette dupain cheng #artwork #mlb x dc #Damian always carries a knife #maribat #maridami

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cdelphiki · 3 years

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“There is only room for one of you.”

Damian had heard that phrase uttered by his grandfather countless times.

For as long as he could remember.

Hearing it again was not something he ever expected.

His father’s family… his new family was the exact opposite. “There’s room for both of you, Damian,” Richard often said. Exasperated, usually, like he was tired of saying it. Like he felt he shouldn’t even have to say it.

It had taken him so long to trust that. To understand that. Understand what it meant. How could family work that way, when his never had? Resources were finite. Attention and loyalty and time and inheritance were all things that could not be split. Especially not five ways.

One could not have five heirs.

Grandfather was always clear on how it was impossible to have two. He and his cousin could not both be his heir. Could not both be in the family, past their training. One day, the two of them would face each other, and only one would emerge. Only one of them would take lead of the League of Assassins.

But for Father… For Father and Pennyworth and Richard, they didn’t seem to care about the inheritance part. Everything would remain intact, Father had once told him. The company would not be split up. Whoever wanted to work in it, could. They could all own it, as far as Father cared.

It had been such a strange concept for him, at the age of ten.

Now, at fourteen, sword in hand and staring down the cousin he hadn’t seen in four years, he wondered how a family could work this way. With the two heirs to the throne fighting it out, most likely to the death. All to please a self-aggrandizing psychopath who thought himself a god. To prove they were worthy of being his heir.

Damian had never understood his family’s dislike for Ra’s al Ghul, but standing in front of him again, Damian understood.

He understood more than he wished he did.

“I have forgiven much in you, grandson,” Ra’s said from where he was standing, twenty feet above the ring Damian and Mara were in, both facing each other, kneeling down on the ground in deference to their shared grandfather.

Mara was glaring over at Damian, with her one good eye through her matted, unkempt hair. Damian likewise had a scowl on his face, but it most certainly was not aimed at the only other child he’d known growing up.

“Defecting to join Batman in his pathetic crusade was not something I took lightly,” Ra’s continued, “and remaining there even after I recalled you home. You are lucky I am merciful.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” Damian said, allowing his voice to carry barely enough for his Grandfather to hear, knowing if he didn’t ‘agree,’ Grandfather would only dole out more punishments.

All Damian needed to do was stall. He wasn’t sure when Father would come, but he knew he would.

He had to. Because if he didn’t, well.

Damian wasn’t sure what he was going to do.

“It seems you have forgotten, you exist at my sufferance.”

“I did not forget,” Damian said calmly, almost robotically, “I will not fail you again Grandfather.”

Whatever Grandfather needed to hear, Damian would say it. He just had to hang in there. That was what Richard always said to him. Hang in there.

“You will fail him,” Mara whispered harshly, from the six feet in front of Damian where she, too, was kneeling, “while you’ve spent the past four years galavanting around the world, I’ve been training to be the Demon’s fist. I am not the same girl you blinded.”

Blinding Mara was never something Damian meant to do. It had been an accident. Had she ducked, like Damian expected, his knife would have never hit her eye.

There would be no convincing Mara of that.

And perhaps Damian should have never thrown the knife to begin with. “Never aim at what you don’t want to kill,” Todd had told him. He certainly did not wish to kill Mara. Not then, and most certainly not now.

“I only need one of you,” Ra’s said again, “I will let you decide who that will be.”

“It will be me,” Mara hissed, as she took her ready position.

Damian mirrored her movements, but did not raise to her bait. Four years of having siblings had taught him to let words and taunts roll off him.

Even if he did not often use that lesson, when it came to his obnoxious brothers. Namely, Jason.

“Begin,” Ra’s called. Short and dull. As if this fight was not about to decide the fate of one of them.

Perhaps Ra’s knew Father would come get him. Perhaps he was aware neither of his grandchildren would be dying today.

Or perhaps he simply did not care. Damian would be willing to wager his entire allowance on that option.

Mara lunged at him in an instant, immediately putting Damian on the defensive. Five years ago, he would have loathed to be in this position. Despised the mere idea his cousin could best him in any way, take any sort of advantage over him.

Today, however, he could admit it had been some time since he last fought with a sword.

Richard had allowed him to carry one, back when he was the Batman to Damian’s Robin, but Father had forbade it upon his return to Gotham and the Batman mantle.

Damian was still bitter about that. It wasn’t like he hurt anyone with it. Never once had he killed someone with his sword. It was a tool, and no more dangerous than the bladed batarangs Father threw.

He was out of practice with his sword, but he was not rusty. He had been trained too hard as a child to ever become rusty. So as the fight progressed, the more blows of Mara’s Damian deflected, the easier and more natural each of his movements felt.

His sword was like an extension of his arm, moving it around felt just as natural and graceful as dancing. And while Mara was a worthy opponent, it was not difficult to defend against her blows.

But they were just getting started, and while they had always been well matched, Damian had always been just a little better. With four more years of training under Mara’s belt, Damian wasn’t actually sure he could still defeat her.

So in the defensive he stayed, as he stalled for more time.

“What?” Mara spat, as they clashed again, “Are you too good to speak to me now?”

Damian held his sword up, parallel to the ground, one hand on the flat of the blade to provide enough leverage to block Mara’s overhead attack. She pushed harder on her blade, forcing Damian to steady his stance and use his entire bodyweight to keep her from taking even an extra inch.

She growled, and gave it one last push before stepping back, and falling back into her ready stance. Damian followed suit.

“I have nothing to say, cousin,” Damian said calmly. He had no taunts to dish out, no responses for her taunts, and generally nothing he felt needed saying. Damian was only fighting her because Grandfather required it, and Damian was well aware of what Grandfather would do, should Damian disobey him.

“You are not better than me,” she shouted, nearly growling, as she lunged at Damian again.

Damian dodged her, jumping up and away from her in one of the many ways Richard had taught him, when they worked on acrobatics.

“I did not say I was,” he said, placing both hands on his sword again.

Apparently Mara disagreed, because she screamed an unintelligible noise as she lunged again, forcing Damian to take a step back, and another, and another just to fend off her attack. Deflecting advance after advance, so fast his arm began to ache.

“Do not lie to me,” she screamed, “I can see it in your eyes. You do not even care about this fight. You are not even trying to win.”

“I do not wish to fight you,” Damian called back, raising his voice just to be heard over the clashing of metal in the otherwise silent underground room.

“Why not,” she screamed, not once slowing in her attack. Damian took another step back, until he was mere inches from the back wall. “You think you’re a hero now, don’t you. You ran off with Batman and tried to be good and nice but we both know what you really are.”

A bead of sweat ran down Damian’s face, only heightening his need to move. He cut his eyes around, just as Mara prepared another attack. In the brief moment between her pulling the sword back and lunging, Damian dished out an attack of his own, aiming his blade right at her side and forcing her to spin away from his blade, and get on the defensive just long enough he was able to skirt around her and out of the corner.

“See,” Mara shouted, “That’s who you really are. You’re a villain. Not the hero you so desperately wish to be.”

Damian resumed his front guard position, and worked on regulating his breathing. He wasn’t going to rise to the bait. He wasn’t a villain. Never was.

“No, cousin,” he replied calmly, shifting his stance enough he would be able to move quickly, as Mara started toward him again, “I am not.”

Richard had been quite clear to him about all that. He had never been a villain, even when he was carrying out Grandfather’s orders. He was a child, without a choice.

Much like Mara, now.

“And neither are you.”

Damian had got away. He’d escaped the League, and the abuses within.

But Mara…

Mara had been the sister he’d never had, before he even know the meaning of the word sister. Before Grayson had taught him what family and siblings were, and Cassandra had showed him what a sister could be. What a sister should be.

And Damian had left her behind.

Mara’s eyes flickered, even her damaged one going unfocused for a split second before she scowled, and redoubled in her efforts. “You do not know anything about me,” she shouted, “You left.”

There was so much pain in that one word, the accusation itself felt like an attack. Damian stumbled backward, and barely got his sword back up in time to protect himself.

“I did, I’m sorry,” he responded, panting in sync with Mara, his muscles aching for him to put the sword down. Stretch and be done for the day. Like he would be allowed to do, if this were a spar in the Batcave. Damian had never even known the concept of tapping out, until Richard had taught him it. Mara likely still did not know what it was. Grandfather did not allow such weakness as throwing in the towel because one was tired.

Mara had been the closest thing to a sister he had, which meant he was the closest thing to a brother she had.

And Damian had abandoned her. Left her behind and forgotten all about her, leaving her to the devices of their Grandfather. The abuse and indoctrination fo the League of Assassins.

“I do not want your apologies,” Mara spat, her scowl faltering, flickering between something Damian had never seen on her face before. Hurt. Genuine hurt.

They were family, and Damian had ignored that.

“I want you to fight me,” she yelled as she started lunging, but jumped and looked upward when the ceiling exploded.

Finally, Damian thought, as he started scanning the quickly falling rubble for his Father. He dodged a few larger rocks as they began slamming to the ground around them, Mara similarly doing the same. When Batman jumped down through the still crumbling rock ceiling, followed by the entire team, Mara outright froze. Even though the Bats all immediately started fights with Ra’s and the assassins who had been watching their fight.

“Look out,” Damian shouted, jumping toward Mara and pushing her out of the way of a large rock. Her sword skittered across the stone floor as Damian tumbled with her, both of them landing on the ground.

“Get off me,” she demanded, pushing Damian away as she scrambled to her feet. Quickly she located her sword and retrieved it, holding it in front guard, “Why would you do that.”

“The rock—“ Damian started, but Mara cut him off.

“Why won’t you fight me.” She raised her sword, but didn’t move toward him. Damian scrambled for his own, which was still on the ground, but didn’t yet pull it up into a ready position.

“Fight me you coward,” she screamed.

“No,” Damian growled back.

Now that Father was there, he had no need to even pretend to fight her.

Except to defend himself, because Mara absolutely raged at him, as she lunged at him and began attacking him with blow after blow, taking all her anger out on him. Damian barely raise his sword in time, and deflected each one.

He could his family above them, swords clicking against batarangs, shouts and quips being exchanged between them. There were many assassins, he knew, for them to get through before they could get to him.

“I won’t fight you,” he shouted at Mara, “I can’t fight you.”

“You never saw me as your equal. Grandfather never saw me as your equal. You left for four years, forsake your training and your heritage and he acts as if you returning is welcomed.”

Damian had not returned willingly. Grandfather had taken him, specifically to have this ridiculous fight. He still refused to go along with it.

“I saw you as more than my equal,” Damian insisted, “you were my cousin. Practically my sister.” Damian had so few people in his life Grandfather or Mother did not kill, once they had finished imparting Damian with their knowledge, or once Damian had started growing too attached. Mara had been one of the only constants in his life.

Mara growled, “You liar,” as she swung her sword at him again. Each blow becoming more sloppy, less precise, as her eyes started shining.

She was slipping.

“I was arrogant,” Damian said, deflecting another blow, “and had a horrible attitude. Just ask my brothers. They still think I’m too arrogant.”

“You won’t even fight me,” she half screamed, as her face crumpled. She growled at seemingly herself, before she brought another swing of the sword toward Damian’s face.

“I can’t fight you,” he insisted, deflecting it.

“You will.”

They danced around for another minute, now having to avoid all the rubble around them. Mara got him up against the back wall again, so Damian had to go on the offensive again. For just one blow, as he pushed her back. She stumbled over a piece of rubble right into another piece.

Grandfather’s training never included falling properly, like his father had taught him. Grandfather’s grandchildren should never fall in the first place, so instead of catching herself, or redirecting the energy into a spring back to her feet, she stumbled further . The fear that flashed across her face…

Damian stepped forward, standing right on her sword’s blade, pinning it to the ground. They were so tired, she was so tired, she did not even try to tip Damian off it.

Instead, she scowled up and snarled, “Do it.”

“You’re my cousin.” Damian sheathed his sword, and looked down at her.

Mara averted her eyes, though, as she mumbled, “When has that ever mattered.”

It had always mattered. Damian had just been too blind to see it.

He held a hand down to her, and said, “Come with me.”

“I—what?” she whispered, staring at Damian’s hand as if it would bite her,“This is a trap.”

“No,” he insisted, but all she did was scowl up at him, so Damian knelt down, bringing himself level with her as she pushed herself to her knees. “I should have never left you with Grandfather. Not alone.”

Mara didn’t respond to that. Merely stared at him, blinking a few times, like she didn’t know whether to believe him, or if she should even hope to.

“I—I understand now how cruel he is. How cruel he was. I should have never left you here.”

“He’s Grandfather,” Mara whispered, her eyes sparkling in the fire-lit room, “he’s all I have.”

“I know,” Damian said solemnly. Damian should have never left her in the position where Grandfather was all she had.

She shook her head, her frown deepening as she clearly fought the desire to cry.

Crying was not something Grandfather tolerated.

“I’m not like you,” she whispered, “I don’t have another family.”

“You have me.” And Damian’s family was full of people who didn’t have other families. They certainly had room for another.

Mara lifted her eyes, so she was staring straight into Damian’s, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t even show Damian what she was thinking.

So Damian held his hand out again and said, “Come with me. There is room for both of us in my father’s family.”

He held his hand out for a long moment, while Mara’s eyes flicked down to it and she stared. Finally, though. Finally, she hesitantly reached out, and allowed Damian to grip onto her hand as they stood together.

Damian looked up just as Nightwing dropped down from above, a huge smile on his face. The assassins were mostly dealt with, at that point, but Jason, Drake, and Cassandra were still finishing off the last few.

Father was still fighting with Grandfather, but it was clear Grandfather was not trying too hard. He knew Father would not harm him too badly, so there was no need to fight for his life.

“Hey, kid,” Richard said, as he landed next to Damian and set a hand on his shoulder, “am I glad to see you.”

“Nightwing,” Damian greeted, letting Mara’s hand go when she pulled away.

Richard turned toward Mara and asked, “Who’s this?”

“This is Mara,” Damian said, “She’s coming home with us.” He knew he would have a lot more to explain. Reasoning to give Father, to give everyone. Bringing a new person into the house was not something they ever took lightly, despite the jokes about Father’s propensity to adopt.

But he knew no one would object to Mara.

In their family, no one questioned someone’s past, or blamed them for their upbringing.

Richard hesitated for a moment, and Damian couldn’t quite read what he was thinking, but after a second he smiled brightly and said, “Well then, welcome to the family, Mara.”

There was room for all of them.

cross posted to Ao3 as “Room” by cdelphiki

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