#Damian: 'He wont count.'

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere batfam with a sick reader?

Yes but sick reader who is still defiant because hello, they kidnapped you?????

Reader is just glaring at them with tired eyes and a red nose as they once again tuck her under the covers, Dick is highly worried as he frets over you like a mama hen because he did have a heart attack when he caught you standing in front of your open window, where "harsh" gusts of cold air were "attacking your fragile form", so of course, he had to drag you in and wrap his arms around you, rub his cheek against you because he NEEDS to warm you immediately, lest you die of hypothermia.

Yes, Dick overreacts. And yes, Damian will accompany his brother in his delusions, or well, take any chance he gets to scold you.

"You should be in bed, Y/n." Damian said sternly, his eyes narrowed because how dare you worry his favourite brother like this. "Didn't Dick tell you to rest? Are you that incapable of following simple commands?"

You narrowed your eyes back at him, opening your mouth to say something mean but got cut off by your own coughing fit, making Dick rush to help you drink some water, rubbing your back along it. Your throat felt scractchy, and it hurt to speak, but you still wanted to convey your feelings so-

You flipped him off. For a nano second, because Dick immediately grabbed your hand and tucked it back under the covers while Damian's eyes widened at you disrespect, but before he could make any more gremlin noises, but Bruce walked in and Damian knew better than to complain to him about you when youre already sick, cause Bruce wouldve still favoured you.

"Y/n? How do you feel now?" Bruce asked, his voice gentle as he walked closer to where Dick was throwing away your mountain of tissues.

"Im fine. I wanna go out-" "No." "And why not?" "Because youre sick." "You may be Batman, but youre not a doctor!" "I am your father though."

No, youre not. You wanted to say, but knew that would only piss him off and you need to be on his good side if you want Dick and the others to be off your back so that you can escape.

"Whats her temperature?" Bruce asked Dick, who put a thermometer in your mouth quickly. Dick sighed as he told Bruce how you were out of bed and standing in your balcony in the cold just moments ago.

Bruce placed a palm over your forehead, and you tried to move away but there wasnt really any space or energy for you to do that. Bruce's eyes shifted the slightest bit at your burning forehead. "Why do you insist on getting out of bed and sleeping on the floor? Ive already had to pick you up 3 times in the past 2 days."

You pulled out the thermometer and glared at him. "Im fine. Its just sniffles." Bruce's lip quirked a little. You looked absolutely adorable in your delirious state, like an angry kitten.

"I dont think its just sniffles this time. And-" Bruce pulled the thermometer from your hands that you were hiding under the covers. "-dont hide the thermometer from me." His eyes scanned it and the twitch in his brow was enough for Dick to know that the number was too high.

Bruce then eyed the cough syrup next to your side table- its still full.

"Why havent you been taking your medicine?"

"Im not sick-"

"White paint has more color than you do right now. So why havent you been taking the medicine?" Bruce asked and even though he was a little annoyed, he had enough practice dealing with the other kid's rebellious phases to have the patience of a saint.

You shrugged. "How do I know its just cough syrup and not a sedative?" "It is a sedative too. Its supposed to make you sleepy." "Well, I dont wanna sleep and let my guard down in a house full of 5 strange men." You obviously never counted Alfred- hes the only normal one here- except for the part that he wont call the cops for you, but oh well.

Bruce just casted a look to Dick and before you knew it, Dick was pinching your nostrils close and titling your head up while Bruce grabbed the syrup and poured some in your mouth before clamping his hand over it. You struggled to break free, but you were obviously no match to them. Still, tears of frustration pricked your eyes as you looked at them in betrayal and hatred.

"Drink this and dont argue with me, please." Bruce said- well, he genuinely requested at this point.

You didnt have much of a choice other than swallowing it.

With a defiant glare, you begin closing your eyes as your body gave into the effects of the drug, the last thing that you felt were Bruce kissing your forehead while Dick pecked your cheek.

Jason finally decides to drop by the Wayne manor, only to be greeted with the sight of reader lying on the kitchen floor. His heart stopped for a moment- you werent breathing-

"Y/n!" He rushed to your side, only to be smacked in the face by you.

"Shush. Dont be too loud." Your voice sounded like sandpaper against rocks.

Jason huffed. "Well, sorry for freaking out. I thought you were dead-"

"From a cough? Im not weak."

"Yeah? So, what exactly are you doing on the cold floor in the middle of the night?"

"..."

"Well?"

"What? So I cant even take a nap in this house? Jesus Christ, am I allowed to have any autonomy here?"

"Y/n." Jason called, clearly unamused by your sarcasm.

"Fine. I may have fallen and then didnt have the energy to get up, so im just catching my breath here."

"Why are you even out of bed?"

"I was hungry and Im not gonna drink another spoon of Alfred's bland soup again." Alfred made it bland on purpose so that your throat wouldnt be irritated.

"Please stop wasting whats left of your voice on complaints of the soup that you cant even taste." Jason chuckled as he picked you up, only for you to push at his chest weakly.

"I dont need your help. I can walk on my own."

Jason quirked a brow. "If you can make it to the front door without fainting or throwing up, I'll help you escape." You stared at the front door- it wasnt too far, but judging by the fact that its even hard for you to breathe properly and that youve fainted way too many times by just standing for more than a couple of minutes.

But youre stubborn. With great effort, you pushed yourself off Jason and used the kitchen island to pull yourself up. Jason decided to walk in front of you and stand near the kitchen exit because he really wanted to see your struggling face.

You took a trembling step, then another, one hand still using the support of the island until it ended and you were only a couple of feet away from Jason. At this point, you were already out of breath and when you took another step, your legs gave out and the room began spinning.

Luckily, Jason was quick to react. "Alright, just place your arm around mine- or just fall on me, that works too." He teased when you couldnt hold your body weight.

You slumped in his arms. "Just take me to my room." You huffed.

"Alright." Jason lifted your legs up and carried you back up the stairs. "You know you'd get better a lot faster if you just stayed in bed and took your medicine on time. Wouldnt that make your chances of escaping the manor better?"

You stared at him blankly. "Wow. The world must be ending for Jason Todd to be making logical suggestions."

Jason rolled his eyes as he tucked you in bed. "Im just saying, if you get better faster, you'll get to try running from us quicker too."

How do you explain to him that you just dont want to comply to them, even when they're helping you. How do you explain that you dont wanna listen to them because the soft pitiful, patronising look they get in their eyes when they look at you makes you wanna scream and carve your skin out. These are strangers, rich men who just kidnapped you to be a part of their family. No one is that kind. And nothing ever comes for free. Nothing.

"Do you need something? Food, perhaps?" Jason asked. You shook your head. "No, I think Im gonna throw up."

"Oh shit." Jason was hauling his ass out of the room t get you a bucket, only to return with a backpack.

You barely held your puke as you asked. "Wait- whose is this?"

"I dont know!? Damian's?!"

You grinned. "Oh, perfect." You proceeded to throw up into Damian's bag. That little shit just got on your nerves.

BONUS:

"I know you have attachment issues with your blanket but its been a couple of days now and you need to let me wash it." Dick said, trying to tug it out of your grip.

You sniffled and glared. "Im not a child who needs their blankie, Dick. Im just too cold without it and no other blanket can warm me up the same way it does."

"Give the blankie, Y/n." Dick said seriously.

"Its not a blankie." You retorted, but before you could react, Tim suddenly grabbed you while Dick ripped away the blanket. And even though he immediately replaces it with a clean blanket, you still let out a gut wrenching cry

"You'll have it back tomorrow-" Tim starts saying, only for you to sneeze directly in his face, making him freeze.

"And that's why we use tissues." Dick says, wiping both your nose and Tim's face with tissues, while you're not making any effort to suppress the grin that comes on your lips.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere bruce wayne #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere damian wayne #yandere tim drake

[raphael-angele]

Jason: You're being bullied? You go to an all white private school

Dick:

Damian:

Tim: The fuck does that mean, Jason?!

Jason: He's Arab! If this was Charlie Brown, he's Franklin!

Dick:

Tim:

Damian:

Jason: People with darker skin tones can't be bullied by white people.

Tim: Why?

Jason: White people are genetically predisposed to fear people with even just a little bit of a darker tone in their skin! That counts for blacks, asians, or those in the middle east.

Dick: Jason-

Jason: GOOGLE IT!

Dick: Okay, Dami, just talk to the boys. You tell them bullying is wrong

Jason: What in the Brady Bunch are you talking about?!?! No, Damian, listen to me, okay? The next time those little punks get to you, you just gotta act a little more like your mom okay?

Dick: What kind of advice is that?!?

Tim: You ever seen Talia talk to Bruce after he almost put the mission first before Damian's life?

Dick:

Jason: Exactly, you just gotta be like: *impersonating Talia* OH HELL NO! OH HELL NO! I KNOW YOU AIN'T! I KNOW YOU AIN'T! THIS WHAT I WANTED YOU TO DO! THIS WHAT I WANTED YOU TO DO!

Dick:

Tim:

Jason: Then I want you to put in a few Arabic words into that. Doesn't matter what it is, curses or not, they wont understand anyway.

Damian: What do you want me to say?

Jason: here's a sample *clears his throat* أعلم أنك لم تحاول العبث معي! أنت في ورطة الآن! أنت في ورطة الآن! ليس هناك عودة الآن ، أيتها العاهرة! لقد طلبت هذا! لقد طلبت هذا! ¶^°`}¥×`™¥{¶%°~}^×|®}¥¥× (Btw this was google translated)

Dick:

Tim:

Damian:

Jason: Then I want you to go, "Nah, it's all peace, it's all peace. It's all good, we good" Then I want you to just walk away. Then you just go "AAAH BITCHES YOU GON GET! YOU DON'T KNOW ME! I DON'T KNOW ME! MY MAMA DON'T KNOW ME AND I CAME OUT HER!" And I want you to start clapping on them. "NO! I TOLD YOU YOU BETTER LEAVE ME ALONE! I AM NOT THE ONE!"

Dick:

Damian:

Tim:

Jason: Take it from someone who grew up in Crime Alley. You do that and throw in a few Arabic curses, I guarantee that they'll leave you alone, okay?

Damian: Mhm

Dick: Dami...please ignore Jason's advice

Tim: Fuck that! That was the best impersonation of Talia I've ever seen! I gotta learn how to do that.

Jason: Dami, trust me. Start acting like your mom and they'll go and run crying to theirs

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[hanatagami]

Batfam! Reader x Platonic! Damian Wayne - cuddle sessions

this is probably some wishful out of characterness but i dont really care, i just want some fluffy damian sibling time in my life screw capitalization

and please dont look at the tags i dont know if im doing them right

i also haven’t checked for grammar errors

so im gonna show a damian under some very specific conditions

its gonna take you being a very affectionate person

but also someone who doesn’t tease, or knows when not to cause if you do it even once this is never happening again

its gonna take him being absolutely completely sure you wont tease him, or utter a single word about it to anybody in the house

he also has to be completely sure you won’t say no, like 120% sure you won’t say no

heres what i think thats gotta happen for cuddly sibling damian

first is to show an example of how much you want to crush him with affection but don’t because he wouldn’t like it

the scenario i imagine to start this is a competition between all the wayne siblings

the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser

you are the fortune winner, damian is the unfortunate loser

well he wouldve been unfortunate if it was anyone else

ignoring all the suggestions from the others that would most certainly piss damian off, you already had your heart set on something

“You gotta let me hug you for an entire minute!”

silence

que jason laughing (just ignore him)

the others get a big smile on their face for multiple reasons i dont feel like getting into

but damian grumbles and reluctantly steps up to you

(dick is in charge of the timer)

you crouch down and proceed to wrap him in what you want to make the best hug in the world

you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him to your chest, cradling his head in your arms

you gave a good amount of squeeze, a good comforting amount of squeeze

you don’t think you’d get a chance like this again, damian would never let himself lose again no matter what it takes if you have a good chance of winning

lost in the feeling of finally being able to smother your youngest sibling with affection you didnt really take notice of his reaction

you didnt notice how his body melted into your embrace (though only just a bit)

you didn’t feel how his breath on your neck began to slow down and relax 

or how his eyes began to droop halfway

you were lost in your own little word- and so was he

in fact when dick decided to break you out of your trance, it seems you both had gone passed the promised time without realizing

you had assumed damian was keeping count and would shove you off immediately after it hit the 60 second mark

but he didnt

and by the embarrased look on his face you could see he had MEANT to, but for some reason forgot

you had never seen his composure so broken as jason took the chance to immediately poke fun at him

(tho damian didn’t know that jason was also a secretive fan of hugs from you)

it was a good time 10/10 would hug again

lets skip a bit

but just know theres been a lot of thinking while damian has been on his  lonesome

he liked your hug a lot more then he thought he would

it was so warm and comforting and he had found himself unconsciously leaning into it

his mother wasn’t an affectionate person, being an assassin didn’t allow such luxuries

bruce wasn’t much better, though he tried to be

and by the time his siblings and him got any kind of close he was already uncomfortable with such affections

he never realized how truly touch starved he was cause at this point in his life he didn’t see why he would indulge in such niceties, it was unpleasant

but it more pleasant then he expected, and he had let his guard down which was a critical mistake in both assassination and vigilantism

but there was an itch he now couldn’t scratch with that mindset

he’d been going back and forth with himself for days about asking you to hug him again

(cause lord knows he wasn’t asking anyone else)

and after a particularly stressful day, people at school just bugging the hell out of him, and not being allowed to go out on patrol that night cause bruce noticed his stress

and damian could only assume bruce thought he’d take it out on criminals

which damian was too proud to admit was possible

So imagine your surprise when Damian just bursts into your room, slams the door shut, and turns towards you with his eyes squeezed shut and his arms out

now this is what i meant about teasing and joking, a teasing “no” or any other funny comment and he’ll be humiliated and outta there faster then he was in and he will never come back

its a good thing you knew that right?

you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face as you approached him and gently wrapped your arms around him

you could tell he was grateful you didn’t say anything

you’d have to guess he has been wanting this for a minute cause it didn’t take him long to completely snuggle up into you

You hadn’t realized he was so craving of affection, and you hazard a guess he hadn’t known either

it was a couple minutes before he broke away from you

when he looked up and saw your warm smile he turned completely red and sped out the door

how cute!

and now to your greatest hopes, it had started becoming a common occurrence!

your youngest brother is now actively seeking out your affection and its an incredible feeling

after the first couple times you had actually gotten him to speak to you during or after

and then a couple times after that, you had gotten him to stop speeding out of your room

he came the most at night, after dinner when everyone would be too busy working or in their room to notice his venture to yours

it was now common for you to silently hug him with one arm with him sat with you in your chair while doing homework or studying for college

or when you play something he’ll sit in front of you and let you rest your head on his

one of your favorite memories is him falling asleep on your lap on accident and him being so embarrassed when he woke up he pretended to still be asleep

you could feel the heat in his face so you decided to do him a favor and pretend you hadn’t noticed and instead moved him to your bed

though you couldn’t help the small kiss you planted on his forehead, knowing he couldn’t bring it up without outing himself

he’ll have to live with it

and you were surprised to find out he was the kind of brother who would sneak into your room at night

now you never caught the reason why, but you at least knew he didn’t want you to know

he came in and laid next to you when you were “sleeping” and left before you “woke up”

you assumed he was facing some inner demons when he did this, and wanted the small comfort but didn’t want the embarrassment of waking you up and asking you

you and alfred now have a hidden code, not that alfred knows (he probably does but you didnt tell him, but you were sure him and bruce had noticed and got a good idea as to what was happening)

well its not much of a code but when alfred asks for you or damian for one thing or another, you can send him something along the lines of “hey, ive got damian helping me with something” and alfred seems to get it and leaves you two alone for now

im not gonna say how, you and damian dont even know he does, but bruce has pictures

which is crazy cause you’ve never taken one, even while damian is asleep, cause this isn’t something your ruining

but bruce has pictures and he keeps them safe and secure for only him and alfred to see

seeing damian be so close to you makes him so happy

not that he’d say, him and damian are alike in that way

but alfred knows though

he always knows

#batman #wayne family adventures #damian wayne #batfam #x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #platonic #batfam x reade #damian wayne x reader

[justgowithitplease]

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Cassandra Cain x Reader

Word Count: 2845 (2.8k)

'Please, for the love of god, just pay attention.' Cassandra thought, trying to put her attention towards the lecture, and away from [Reader], the most gorgeous, amazing person they've ever seen. She hasn't even talked to them, but they were all she could think about. Their smile, their laugh, their eyes, their... everything about them.

"Now for the groups. Because of the lack of effort people put into meeting new people, i will be assigning them." The teacher interupted her thoughts, "Here's the paper, you can check it on your way out."

The bell rung, signaling the students to pack up and head home. Sweeping all of her papers, notebooks, and her computer into her bag, she stood up and walked towards the door, with the list taped on the outside of it. Reading through the lists, she hoped she wasn't partnered with [Reader]. She would sell her soul-Hell, she would give up alfreds cooking for the rest of existance to not be partnered with you. She didn't find looking like a tomato for a month appealing.

'John with Kelso, Roy with Jade, and at the end of the list, [Reader] with Cassandra' Her heart skipped a beat, seeing her name next to their name. 'Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.' She bolted down the hallway, down the stairs, and out of Gotham Prep., waiting for Alfred or Dick to come and pick her up.

"Cass! You didn't meet me at the door, is everything ok?"

She whips her head around, standing face to face with her adoptive brother, Duke.

"Cass? You look pale, are you ok? Do we need to pick up cold medicine on the way home? I can totaly call alfred to see if we have so-"

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"No!" She interupted him. "No. im fine, just tired."

"Ok, if you say so..." He trailed off, texting Dick to pick them up. "Ready to leave?"

"What?" Cass said, lost deep in thought about... someone.

"To go get Damian, We're on a tight scheduel today so they only have time to make one stop. Are you really that out of it? Maybe you should skip the gala tonight."

"No, No. I can make it. I'll sleep in the car, and at home. I can get ready quickly, so it wont be a problem."

"Fine, but im telling alfred."

"Rat."

"Says you."

"Says... me? Yeah, says me!"

"Thats what i just said!"

"No, you said says you! Not says me!"

The pair began to walk towards the middle school, bickering about who knows (or cares) what. Waving to friends,Saying goodbye to teachers, and getting into a few fights, they slowly approached the large brick and cement building. Sifting through the crowd of kids, teens and parents, they found Damian waiting in the car pick-up line, doodling on a piece of scratch paper.

"Whatcha drawing?" Cass questioned, looking over the shoulder of the younger boy.

"Ace. I missed him in class today, so ive been drawing him." Damian said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Thats sweet!" Duke said, entering the conversation.

"I guess." Damian retorted, waving to alfred as the car drove up.

"Good to see he's developing social skills." Duke muttered to Cass as they got in the car.

"Speaking of social skills, Master Thomas, Will you and Ms. Cain be gracing us with your presence for more than five minutes this time?"

"Depends on the snacks" Cassandra answered for him.

"Mhm, Snacks are the key." Duke agreed.

Sighing, Alfred assured the two High-School students that there would be snacks. Satisfied with the answer, the pair began to do homework, reluctant to stay up late to complete it. As Cassandra was finishing her work, her mind went elsewhere. To them. [Reader], with their... Everything. The way they act, the way they look- The way they looked at her. Even if just for a moment, it seemed as if it was only Her and [Reader] in the entire galaxy. She was snapped out of her daze as the car came to a stop in front of the large manor.

"God, i will never get used to how many people Bruce hires for gala's" Duke said with a sigh

"I agree." Alfred stated, stepping out of the car.

"There better be loads of snacks." Cass remarks, eyeing the multiple vans of roses lined up in front of the house. "What's this gala for, anyways?"

"I think it's to raise funds for a new group home," Duke replied, waiting at the door for her.

"Wow, thats... acctually different than his usual funds for the hospital, or something for metropolis." She said, entering the house.

"The big blue boy scout is problably in debt with favors so much B isnt going to do anymore before he chashes them in." Duke laughed, following her in.

"Problably." She said, absent minded.

"Ok, this is definatley more than just being tired, what is up with you?" He questioned, holding her back from walking up the stairs.

"Nothing. Well... something, but..." She trailed off.

"You would rather talk to steph about it?"

"Yeah, im sorry."

"Don't be sorry, we all have those subjects. Just don't keep it bottled up, ok?"

"Ok. Wanna play Mario kart?"

"Only if you're ready to get your ass beat!"

"You're funny."

They raced up the stairs, trying to push each other down and out of the way, determined to get first player. Dodging the florists and catering staff, they slammed eachother into doors, pulled eachother back by the collar of their shirt, and leaped over one another, closing in on the door. With one last shove, Cass reached Duke's door first, opened it, and started the game. Once Duke joined the game, they forgot their homework and any worries they had, focusing on the game and trying to beat eachother.

Who knows how much later, there came a knock on the door. Bruce informed them that it was time to get ready for the gala.

"Ugh, you sure you dont wanna skip?" Cass asked Duke as she got up.

"We promised Alfred that we would stay this time." He said, regretting his previous choice.

"Gah, why did we do that?"

"For the snacks."

"They better be worth it."

As cassandra walked down the hall to her own room, she went into auto pilot, mind preoccupied with thoughts. Thoughts of [Reader]. She couldn't help but think of them, she just... loved them. It wasn't a feeling of obsession, it wasn't something dark. It was a feeling overwhelming, absoloute love. The type where when you think about the person, your heart physically aches, yearning to be with them. Wanting to be near them, even if it was as little as simply being in the same room. When so much as thought of you, she became giddy, started giggling to herself like a middle school girl with a crush. But it was more than a crush. It was true, irrevocable love.

"You ok?" Tim interrupted her thoughts.

"W-what? Yeah, why?" She asked, confused.

"Because you've been pacing back and forth for the past 15 minutes. C'mon, the gala's about to start." He motioned her to follow him as he walks down the stairs, preparing to open the doors for guests.

'Deep Breaths, Cassandra. You can do this.' Cass thought to herself, running to catch-up with him.

"Cassandra! I thought you were ditching again." Bruce said with a chuckle. "Are you ready?"

"As ready as i'll ever be!" She replied, smiling as she walked over to Stephanie.

"Hey Cassie! How's my favorite sibling?" She asked, being briefly interrupted by Dick yelling in protest to her statement.

"Fine, i just-" She sighs, Waving to the guests shuffling in, "There's something i wanna talk to you about."

"Ok, well i'm here now, so why dont we go get some snacks, mingle, and get away from the eavesdroppers. We can talk about as much or as little as you want, No judgement." She replied, leading her towards one of the caterers.

"That sounds good." Cassandra smiled, picking up a cookie.

"What do you want to start with?" Steph questioned, also taking a cookie.

"Oh i don't know. Well, there's this person-"

"A person? Oooooo tell me tell me tell me!"

"Ok ok! They're in my world history class, as well as my math one. We were partnered for the great history project, and they're really really cool! They paint, and draw, and they're also in the board game club."

"They sound awesome! Do you guys talk much?"

"No not really. Not ev- EEP!"

"What? is something wrong?"

"No, well, Yes. Look between Bruce and Comish. Gordon. They're right there!"

"Who? The person? Oh my god! You have to go say hi to them!"

"NO. I am not embarrassing myself! I've never even talked to them before!"

"Well now's the time!" Stephanie says excitedly, as she shoves Cassandra towards [Reader].

"Waitwaitwai- HEYyyyyyyy [Reader]! How are you?" She stammered, mentally kicking her sister.

"Hey! Im pretty good. How 'bout you? Also, how do you know my name?" [Reader] said, slightly confused.

"I'm pretty good! We... uh, We're in the same world history class. We're partnered for the project in class?" She tittered.

"Oh that's right! What time period do you want to do?" They asked, taking a sip of their drink.

'This isn't as hard as i imagined. Surprisingly easy. I've got to thank Steph after this.' She thought.

As you two continued chattering, Duke spotted you across the room. Running over to Stephanie, He tapped her on the shoulder.

"Steph! Cass is talking to someone! It looks like she likes themmmmm~" He said in a sing-song voice.

"She does! She told me herself, while we were talking earlier. I had to shove her over there just so she would stop staring at them and talk." Stephanie gossiped to him.

"Wait, isnt that the kid she's partnered with in World History?" He questioned, recognising [Reader].

"Apparently. Do you think she's going to tell them?" Steph replied, stealing a bit of food off of dukes plate.

"Who's telling who what?" Dick surprised them by wrapping his arms around their shoulders.

"GAH!" the pair yelled, followed by complaints of Dick's presence.

"No one, Dick." Stephanie said, dissmissing him.

"Oh come on. Who?" He pressed, ignoring Stephanie.

"No."

"...Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO."

"PLEASE" He pleaded, stretching out the 'E'.

"If we tell you, will you shut up?" Duke asked.

"Most likely" Dick said optimistically.

"Good enough for me." He sighed, "Cass has a crush on someone, and they're talking to eachother."

"OH. MY. GOD." Dick whisper yelled.

"I know, right? Im gonna go grab her and convince her to ask them out." Stephanie said, moving Dick's arm off of her.

"Wait, we wanna help too, bring her back to us!" Dick begged.

"Fine, but you owe me!" Steph told him and walked away, "See ya losers later!"

"Good luck! Don't fuck it up!" They called, trying to encourage her.

Stephanie strutted over, interupting Cassandra's and [Reader]'s conversation.

"Hey there! I need to borrow Cassie for a sec, ok? Thanks."

"Hey! What the fuck was that about? We were having a nice conversation!" Cassandra protested as she was dragged away from [Reader] and towards two of her brothers.

"We need to know everything. Absolutely. Everything." Dick said as he put his arm back around Stephanie, making it so they were facing 3 to 1.

"You told them?!" Cass accused Steph.

"Look, im sorry, but i couldn't set you up by myself!"

"Ex-CUSE ME?" Cassandra violently daring her siblings to speak about this further.

Being absolutley clueless, Dick repeated Steph, "We are setting you up with whats-their-name."

"I heard you, dipshit. Im just wondering why you didn't think to ask me first. Or why you thought this was a good idea! Also, their name is [Reader]." She replied, less angry and more confused/questioning.

"We thought it would be a good idea because Duke says that you've been acting weird all day, and we dont like that. Plus, you two would be cute together." Dick informed Cass, as if she hadn't been thinking that for the last couple of weeks.

"Y'know what? Fine. But you guys tell me what to do. You don't talk to them, you tell me how to talk to them." She bartered.

"Works for us! Now, what approach do you want to take?" Duke said, speaking for the group.

"I don't know, what 'approach options' do i have?" She asks.

"Well... i don't know. Jason's usually the one asking people out." Dick says, nodding his head towards one of his younger brothers. "Do you want to involve him?"

"Why not, with this little club we're forming." Cassandra said reluctantly, "Someone else needs to go and get him though."

"I'll do it. I don't think he has any beef with me." Duke offered, raising his hand.

"Thank you Duke, you truly are my favorite brother," Cass remarked, exhausted from mingling with so many people and talking with [Reader] for so long.

"Hey! I thought i was your favorite brother!" Dick complained as the other male member of their group walked away, avoiding people as much as he could.

"You thought wrong, then." Cass stated, rolling her eyes.

"Was I ever your favorite sibling?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Before Bruce adopted Duke!"

"Why, why must you do this to me?"

"Because it's funny."

"It's funny seeing my heart broken into a million pieces, sister?"

"A little."

"How dare you!"

"Will you two PLEASE stop bickering?" Steph interrupted, "Duke and Jason are almost back, they just gotta wrap up a conversation."

"No." Cassandra and Dick said at the same time, side-eyeing their companion.

"Shush it, dipshits. They're coming over." Steph jeered, shutting them up.

"Hey guys! I have brought the requested person," Duke said with a chuckle.

"Hello Duke." Dick said apathetically. "Hey Jason! How are you?"

"Annoyed. I was politely having a conversation with Commissioner Gordon, then duke came over and interrupted us. This better be important or i am murdering one of you." Jason glared at each member of the group, taking longer to glare at Dick.

"Really? It looked like you were threatening his wife if he tried to arrest you aga-"

"Shush now, no-one wants to hear you blabber about false things. What do you need me for?" Jason interrupted Duke, covering his mouth in the process.

"How do i approach a crush? Dick vouches for your flirting abilities." Cassandra asked Jason.

"What approach do want to take?" Jason replied, taking a bite of his food.

"That's where we left off." Stephanie added to the conversation, bringing Jason up-to-date.

"Ok. Direct... or less direct." Jason gave her options.

"Less direct, in case they don't like me back. I can't go back to school with them if they reject me." She stated nervously.

"Fair, Fair. So, what you're gonna do is bring them some food. Wether that be a cookie, a drink, or whatever else they have here. Then start a conversation movies. Try to bring up a movie you know they haven't seen. If they say you should see it together- or something along those lines - you're in. If they say that they will watch it - or something along those lines - you're... not out, but not in. Just keep on talking about things you both like until you're in." He instructed her.

"Ok. And what do i do after that?" Cassandra questioned, not wanting to be left clueless in the middle of the conversation with [Reader]

"Uh, I don't know. After that we usually go back to my place an-"

"No." The other three members of their group chorused, giving worried glances.

"Fine. Pick up lines. Discretely, but still some pick up lines." Jason said with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't think you know what the word 'Discretely' means, Todd."

The members of the ever-so-fast growing group collectively jumped in terror as their youngest sibling appeared behind them.

"Holy shit Damian! Stop fucking doing that!" Jason told him, repressing the urge to slap the child across the face.

"Shut up, Failure. You have no use here." Damian argued.

"Say's you, you little dipshit." Jason said, having to be held back by Cassandra from punching the child.

"Guys! Can we please get back on track?" Stephanie pushed Damian out of Jason's reach.

"If you tell me whats going on, then yes." Damian stepped back to his previous place, rejecting his sister's attempt to keep him safe.

"TL;DR, I don't know how to ask out my crush, so i'm getting advice." Cassandra informed the youngest member.

"Just ask them out. Easy, simple and effective." Damian said.

"No! I-" She sighed, not wanting to repeat the entire conversation, "Never mind. How long have you been standing there anyways?"

"Since Thomas brought Todd over, and you all huddled into the corner."

"We are not huddled in a corner!"

"What ever you say, Cain." He walked away, leaving them to observe their surroundings.

"Maybe we are huddled into a corner," Steph said, noticing the wary glances made at the group, "Eh. Not the weirdest thing we've done."

#cassandra cain x reader #cassandra cain #should i post it? #wip

[arunneronthird]

what are your favorites of dc comics 👀

i was halfway through a giant rant about why the authority is the best dc saga when i realized this may be an ask about favorite characters of dc comics and i was never asked that so im gonna answer cause i can

as u all know, i would give my left arm for 2006-2018 damian wayne and john kent, they are my absolute favorites and all the comics they appear in in that era are imo absolutely great

as u may know less cause of my art but need to know, i adore batman, bruce wayne, i love him and i love his comics and the whole reason im here right now is cause of my love for batman as a character

my current favorite though? is absolutely midnighter, the man is insane, imagine batman but he has all the traits the writers wont give batman either cause it would change his character too much or cause they are cowards, therefore: he has powers, he has a really relevant body count, he has a great, dark sense of humor and mostly he just has a husband he loves

#shoutout to dick grayson and kid jason and jenny sparks absolute menace of a woman

[hungryhannya]

I am tempted to inquire by a lot of these titles (I might have to send a separate ask), but I have to push the bhf agenda first and asks for more of, "Death's Door at the count of 10 - Boxing AU" pretty please!! 🥺 👉 👈 💕💕💕

Haha, of course you would! Ty for the ask, I need to get back on this too! Feel free to ask for others too if you would like :D

Boxing AU or Death's Door at the Count of 10 is a modern AU featuring Coach Tardif and his rookie boxer, Damian - while both men lost their way and try to rebuild themselves on their own, both ended up at each other sides. Now they are both on the path to see how long can they last in the cruel world of boxing. It's way easier than fighting eldritch horrors but they still need to pay the bill.

Plan to add other DD characters too, like Margaret and Dismas, with a lot of boxing references. It was slightly inspired by a picture of Damian with a black robe - my mind raced towards "oh this is how he would look like as a boxer", and the story slowly started to form. It's definitely a fun project, hopefully can release sometime soon since first and second chapter only needs some editing. Hope to return to this one in the near future~

Ch1 snippet:

„Okay smartass. Last question: you remember what happened to you?”

The lunatics eyes focused on him. His expression changed to an unnerving smile – full teeth, ear-to-ear, the blood on the lips just adding to the maniac feeling.

„Ah, it was a fun night! It was such a lovely, lovely fight! Ended too soon sadly.” His grin shows off a clipped, no, a missing tooth. There was no blood there, not a recent injury – this wasn’t his first fight ending badly, Tardif guessed.

„Wouldn’t call getting beat up a fun night. You’re lucky they couldn’t take a hit, or you would have been in trouble.”

„Well, good to know a guardian angel showed up for me. Thank you for helping me out.”

Tardifs scoffs. Thats a first. To be fair to him, he was hit multiple times in the head not even an hour ago. He may or may not be concussed.

„So tell me – where did you take me, dear angel?”

Definitely concussed."

And for you Jozzyh, some ch2 (or ch3?) content! (sorry its still pretty rough!)

CW: a lot of swearing for no reason

There in kitchen he saw a tall muscular woman, her red hair tied up in a knot, now having a staring contest with a broken blender. Around her, there were sings of vegetable scraps thrown around – it was hard to determine if it was the cause of the blender or her.

„Good morning to you, Bobo!”

„Go fuck yerself.” The red-headed murmured, barely registering her roommate entering the kitchen. She was still focused on the broken piece before her, clearly lost both the fight and whatever food she was trying to make.

„Bad morning? Did the forces of the universe bend their will to make your life miserable?”

Oh how lucky she would be, he envied.

The woman, Boudica, turned to Damian, her vegetable scraps covered face showing killing intent. Damian always loved being the target of that look, but the forces this time spared him from her righteous anger.

„Blender broke down.”

„How unfortunate. Is this the third time? I hoped it has warmed up to our presence.” the man sighed, scratching his covered wound on his face. It stopped hurting a bit, might actually healed up faster than usually. The itchy feeling was stronger than usual.

„It cant warm up to us if that fucking whore of a woman keep selling me broken down shit.” Boudica swapped Damians hand off his wound way more gentle than her attitude and temper would make you believe she could do. „A good deal she said! I’m gonna strangle her next time i saw her.”

Damian looked over the broken blender, with its blades turning downside, with more cuts on the downside of the blender than the veggies around it. The plastic wrapper outside barely hold unto the base, only remaining still in place since Boudica was still holding it down.

„She can give you your money for it back, right?”

„If she wont, I strangle her even harder.”

She let go of the plastic, which fall down on the counter, some fluid leaving its contains.

The woman let out a low sigh, like a lioness letting out a low growl, seeing how her prey run away from her.

„Fuck it. Soup it is.” she started gathering the vegetable pieces off the counter.

„Want me to cut up the vegetables?”

„Be my fucking guest.”

He helped her clean up the blended out and exploded juices, taking the salvagable part out and into a pot, cleaning the remaining vegetables off the floor.

Boudica started cleaning up some carrots and cucumbers, giving it to Damian to cut them into sizable pieces, a familiar routine started form between them.

„Don't cut your fingers off.”

„No promises.”

#wip game #ask blog #Tarmian modern au #here's the roommate i promised jozz :3 #Boxing dd AU

[everyscreentoobeseen]

Time and time again it's proven that Bruce will forgive ANYONE for ANYTHING if they atleast prove that they want to better themselves.

Bruce Wayne getting tangled up with Talia and Selina. Funding Bane's travels across the world after he broke Bruce's back. BFFs with Harley Quinn. Damian Wayne being accepted into the fold despite his kill count and mistakes.

At this point DC Comics should just let Jason kill Joker and say "Sorry Dad, Wont Happen Again." Then just move on. There's no reason Bruce wouldn't let it slide. Especially since it's his kid killing his own murderer.

At this point Batjokes has to be canon if Killing the Joker is somehow the one thing Bruce cant forgive when other people have caused far worse suffering to him.

#batman #joker #bruce wayne #the joker #Jason todd #red hood #batfam #comic book morality is so wacky #but still #like dc comics must love joker to keep him from being killed #they could easily just make Joker a legacy title and the next Joker could go back to be a prankster #it's weird man idk

[catboy-timdrake]

Do yall actually have a least favourite Robin??? I love all of them so much what the hell- Like I get disliking any of them but I would just be sad if I called any of them my least favourite :/

#I can already smell the 'yes and its _' replies #if you do wanna tell me your least favourite robin please do so politely #i adore all of them and if you say anything like #'yes because..' and start shittqlking them #i will be sad #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #does Duke count as a Robin? #I genuinely dont know anything about Duke but Ive seen people say he was Robin for a short while #i dont wanna mistag so I wont include him #but if he does count then lmk

[wpdarlingpan]

Could I please get some yandere Damian Wayne headcanons reacting to the reader crying in her sleep cause of a bad dream or something? Oh, and if it's not too much could you make it fluff in the end since I could really do with some fluff right about now. Btw I really love your work, keep it up :)

Thank you for the request, and I hope you are doing okay ♡

-Damian woke up to his beloved crying in her sleep, she was moving a lot as well until she shot up in bed.

-He of course was absolutely concerned. He wouldn’t allow anything to scare his beloved.

-“beloved whats wrong?” Damian questioned as he softly picked up Y/N and set them in his lap as they leaned against the headboard of their bed.

-“it is nothing.” Y/N spoke quietly lightly pushing away from Damian. But he wouldn’t allow his beloved to push him away.

-He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him tightly. He took one of his hands and lightly gripped Y/N’s chin and had them look up at him.

-He saw the silent tears that had fallen and he quickly wiped that away and kissed the spots they were.

-“Tell me my beloved, you know not to hide anything from me.” Damian spoke while he stared down at his beloved who looking up at him. She tried looking down again before he forced her to look at him.

_“Tell Me.” Damian almost growled out and Y/N took a deep breath and spoke “It was of the joker… I had a dream that..” she cut off before Damian raised an eyebrow urging her to continue.

-“I wont allow anyone to hurt you beloved.” And he meant that. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt his beloved never. They wouldn’t live to see the next sun.

- “He killed you… like Jason.” She spoke as tears started again as she could see the image of the crowbar in the hand of the clown. Damians eyes immediately softened.

-“He won’t get me, he won’t ever get you either. The joker isn’t a match for me Beloved.” Damian tried to joke, trying to cheer up his beloved. She looked up at him and smiled slightly. He smiled back and hugged her close to him.

-“He won’t ever hurt me beloved, none the less kill me. The Joker is unpredictable but you can always count for him to not do the same thing twice. He would claim it’d ruin his act.” Damian said rolling his eyes as he attempted to ease their fears. He saw they had stopped crying so he reached over to his bed side table and grabbed the water bottle he kept there after he had wanted a drink before he went to bed. He put it up to their lips and urged them to drink the water.

-Y/N finished the water and Damian put it back on the table and he laid back down and had Y/N almost on top of him as he had his arms wrapped around her securely. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before she laid her head down on his chest but she could bring her eyes to close.

-Damian saw and began talking. “I’ll tell you story, once there was a assassin named Robin…” Damian continued talking, thinking of random situations he’s been in and many of the places he’s gone and a little into the stories he felt Y/N’s breathing level and she has a soft smile on her face.

-“Goodnight, I love you my beloved.” He spoke before falling into a deep sleep with his beloved in his arms.

#yandere damian wayne x reader #nightmares #Damian Wayne #Robin #Batfamily #Yandere #xreader #Batman #Damian #fluff #my beloved

[legends-live-in-memories]

Cut You Down to Size

AYO its Day 1 of the MGI Trope Tussle! I’m representing Team Enemies-to-Lovers! Lets Get It!

Fics Masterlist

Damigami 5.5K words Oneshot, no warnings apply

Summary:

Alfred signs Damian up for his school's fencing club. There he meets a red clad demon with a sabre.

Day 1 prompt: My name is unimportant— you, tyrant, will die today by my blade.

without further ado:

This was stupid. Damian could not understand Pennyworth’s logic behind signing him up for his school’s fencing club. He was a trained assassin, studying under the world’s greatest swordsmen, and no one at his school would be able to keep up with him. He was miles ahead in terms of technique and experience. So why on earth would he subject himself to this asinine, idle waste of time on a Saturday?

“Remember, young master, it is important to your father that you enjoy hobbies more suitable for others your age. All your other siblings have activities to distract them from the eccentricities of their nighttime activities.” Right, that’s why. Pennyworth spoke as if he were reminding an imbecile how to not walk into oncoming traffic and his tone grated on Damian’s nerves. “Don’t pout, Master Damian, it is unbecoming. Besides, it would make your father proud if you were able to blend in with other teens.”

He most definitely was not pouting but he could agree that making his father proud and not compromising their identities were important. His weary sigh was the only answer he gave to Pennyworth before stepping out of the car and entering the school gym. He squared his shoulders and adjusted the gym bag before striding to the gathering of other students on the mats. They were all in varying degrees of proper white fencing gear, a sharp contrast to Damian’s black uniform. He stood off the side, waiting for the instructor and pointedly ignoring the stares of the other students. Their attention was meaningless and Damian hoped they wouldn’t turn his presence into some spectacle.

The minutes ticked by, and his patience withering away with it, before the gym’s double doors were booming open. In walked the club’s instructor followed by what looked like another school’s club and instructor trailing behind her. Damian counted at least ten students, white uniforms perfectly in place with their array of masks tucked under their arms. However, one of those students caught his eye. The striking red uniform stood out against everyone else’s and the square to their shoulders spoke of confidence not unlike his own. A small part of Damian wonders if any of that confidence was well earned but the larger part of him knew that regardless of how good they thought they were, they were still no match for him.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” The crisp voice of his instructor echoed in the now silent gym as she commanded everyone’s attention. She looked rather pleased with herself and continued to speak, addressing the Gotham students. “As you can see here, I have a visiting school’s club with me, so please join me in welcoming Francois Dupont’s fencing club, who have come all the way from Paris to practice with us.”

A half hearted applause was all the reaction she got and it was at that point that Damian tuned out the rest of her introduction. His mind had wandered to less menial things, waiting for his time to show his more than impressive skills.

He was brought out of his musings by the shrill of a whistle and was staring face to face to a rather short girl from the French club. She was looking up at him with wide blue eyes before darting away to look over the other students pairing up. Her eyes had focused on a tall blond and his Gotham partner and Damian swore he saw her swoon. Great, a scatter-brained lovesick fool was his first partner. Clearly the universe was punishing him for transgressions he was not privy to. Before he could pass further judgment on his partner, she peered back to him and spoke in soft English.

“Hi, my name is Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She tried to sound confident but her awkwardness betrayed her and the hunch in her shoulders were telling. Alfred had taught him some manners, however, so rather than ignore her as he was wont to do, he greeted her with his name and ended the conversation there. She looked ready to speak again but was cut off by another harsh blow from the whistle.

“Alright, everyone. This is just a warm-up match. Nothing too fancy and remember the rules.” The French instructor’s accent was thick and he spoke with equal robustness to match the Gotham instructor. The two made quite the pair.

He faced his partner again and put enough space between them. They both put on their masks and were poised at the ready. Her pose was amateurish but definitely better than the others he’s caught in his periphery. The cry of ‘en garde’ sounded and Damian did not hesitate to try and score a point. Emphasis on ‘try.’ While if this were a real duel Damian would have won with no hesitation, he found that he didn’t need to hold back as much as he would if she were some of his classmates. Her technique was still sloppy but at least she showed potential.

The warm-up ended with Damian scoring three points in succession but there were, admittedly, some close calls. Next, they were rotating partners and Damian was partnered off with the blond from earlier. This close, Damian faintly recognized his face and verbalized as such. The sheepish scratch behind the blond’s neck was unexpected as was the declaration that he was a fashion model back in Paris. Adrien Agreste the boy had said. Damian then chalked up his previous partner’s behaviour to nothing more than to a silly celebrity crush. No further thought was put into their dynamics as the call for positions was announced.

This duel went slightly differently than Damian had expected. Like his previous partner, Agreste was much better than first impressions would suggest. While his previous partner had poor technique with intuition to back her up, Agreste had acceptable technique with his own personal twist. Agreste backed each strike with an edge that spoke of more roguish practice. It was almost entertaining but still no match for Damian superior skills. Perhaps he could convince his father to send him to Paris for the summer if this was the kind of students the city produced. This duel ended in three points in Damian’s favour as well but he conceded a point to Agreste who got a lucky strike in. Both boys took off their masks and shook hands as a five minute break was called. As Damian turned to reach for his water bottle on the bench, Agreste approached him with a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“I saw your match with Marinette,” he spoke with nothing short of excitement and slight wonder. “She’s new to the club but she’s a quick learner. I’m glad she joined and she seemed to enjoy warming up with you! What do you think?”

Huh.

Maybe Agreste was the adoring fan in their dynamic. Any more brightly, and the boy’s green eyes would be sparkling like fireworks as he continued to wax poetics about the short girl. That of which got annoying pretty quickly.

Another whistle, that French coach was rather annoying with the damn thing, was blown and the students made their way back to the mats. A new rotation was called and Damian was finally paired with the red fencer who caught his eye earlier. In contrast to his previous partners, this one stared at him with poorly hidden, yet unprovoked, contempt. The furrow in her brows and slight downturn in her lips was a mirror to Damian’s own expression. The air between them was charged as they both assessed each other. Neither spoke but neither was paying detailed attention to the instructors. Issuing a silent challenge, Damian tilted his head back to stare the shorter girl down by the tip of his nose, smirking at her increasingly furrowed expression. He scoffed at her as the call for putting on their masks was issued.

“Damian,” he said at last, getting into the starting position.

“My name is unimportant— you, tyrant, will die today by my blade.”

Not even Damian’s brothers were that theatrical; his sister? Maybe. And perhaps Todd, but that’s irrelevant. Was she for real or was this a taunt that got lost in translation? Just who was she? From an outsider’s perspective, the two of them painted quite an interesting picture, posed in their black and red uniforms, a vision against the whites of their clubmates. The air was rich with their slowly growing disdain for each other. The instructor’s voice of ‘en garde’ was drowned out by their hurried movements.

It didn’t take long for Damian to deduce that his opponent was undoubtedly the best of the French group. Her moves were punctuated with needle-like precision and each attack was laced with slowly growing malice at the challenge. Damian didn’t have to hold back nearly as much as he had, once again, underestimated his opponent. There’s a lesson to be learned here but he would never give Pennyworth that satisfaction. The butler’s smug grin and echoed voice of ‘you are not nearly as infallible as you believe, Master Damian’ arose in his mind and the irritation at the notion was channelled directly into his current duel. He struck out with more aggression than he initially had intended to but, as it had put his opponent on the defensive, he wasn’t going to rear his anger in. Instead, he let it fuel his movements more, pushing his opponent off the mat as they danced across the floor.

This only spurred his nameless opponent on more as she matched him strike for strike in equal aggression. Damian wasn’t sure if it was due to his sudden tunnel vision but he could have sworn that the world narrowed to only the two of them, the clash of their weapons being the only sound he could hear. Time faded into nothing and all his focus was on parrying and attacking and lunging and parrying again in a vicious cycle. Points were earned back and forth but no time was called in between to award either of them. This wasn’t a match for points. This was war. A battle to the death issued by the red demon before him. She was no longer just a practice partner or an aggravating opponent. This was his enemy now. Damian would not fail. Damian Wayne doesn’t lose after all.

The shrill of a whistle had the two freezing in place. Giving himself a few seconds to collect himself, Damian felt as if he was coming out of a haze. He watched as the red fencer before him relaxed her posture and turned to face the French coach. Taking off his mask and catching his breath, he noticed that the two of them held the collective attention of the two clubs.

“Now THAT is fencing!” The French coach’s boisterous voice echoed in the gym and was accompanied by his harsh clapping. His two previous practice partners were equally as enthusiastic but subdued in their applause, sporting matching grins at the red fencer. Damian could only glare at the students, refusing to acknowledge his opponent.

The rest of practice went on as such for the next hour but none of the other French fencers captivated him like the first three. They must have had private tutors as they were obviously a cut above the rest. Practice ended without much fanfare and Damian found himself waiting for Pennyworth outside the school gates as the French class were loading their bus. He only caught the tail end of the slight murmurs of conversation but Damian caught the Agreste boy referring to the red fencer as Kagami. Hmm.

Pennyworth pulled up shortly after and once he was inside the vehicle, Pennyworth didn’t hesitate to question him about the experience.

“There was a visiting French club. They were lackluster and struggled to keep up with me even with me holding back.” He refused to look the old man in the eye, glancing a knowing smirk on his aged face. “Three of them showed promise. But I was still superior in every way.”

“Well then, I hope they didn’t tire you out completely. I believe we are expecting some of those same French students over for dinner this afternoon.”

“Pardon?” Damian could not be bothered to compose his irritation at Pennyworth’s brazen declaration. Why was he just learning about this now? “Any idea who exactly will be joining us?”

“I believe Madame Dupain-Cheng, Madame Tsurugi and Mister Agreste all agreed.” Agreste? The model boy. Damian was willing to bet that Dupain-Cheng was the short girl from the warm-up as the two seemed fond of each other. That would probably make Tsurugi his red opponent, Kagami. But that begs the question why they were invited to dinner. Schooling his expression and gaining some more composure, Damian addressed the butler again.

“Any reason why those students in particular?” Aiming for an aura of nonchalance, he continued. “It’s quite the coincidence as those were the three French students I mentioned showing promise. Why were they invited?”

Pennyworth saw right through him and casted a humoured glance at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, I would say that Madame Tsurugi shows more than just promise, Master Damian. She is an Olympic hopeful after all.” That… That makes sense Damian supposes. It would definitely explain her confidence and skill. But she still irritated him.

“And what of the other two?”

“Those two would be Madame Tsurugi’s closest friends. Their club is here on a Wayne Foundation sponsorship and your father personally invited Madame Tsurugi to dinner.” Pennyworth paused as he turned into the manor gates. “She and her mother agreed to the invitation on the condition that the young lady’s friends be invited as well. I see they have left quite the impression on you.”

“They require further judgement,” and the conversation died there.

Ignoring the crowd of his siblings upon entering the manor, Damian went straight for his room to research more on his new rival and company.

After two hours of constant research, he was reluctant to admit that the three were rather accomplished in their own rights, and that he had completely misjudged them. Dupain-Cheng was a talented baker and designer and was indeed a fast learner, only officially being in the fencing club for two months. She was also in a new relationship with Agreste. That explains the sappiness and nauseating shower of compliments. Agreste himself was a budding pianist on top of his modelling and fencing prowess. He even featured in some gigs by a local popular band. Tsurugi was more than just an Olympic hopeful, coming from a famous line of fencers and kendo masters back in Japan. She has a roster of competitions won and is currently holding three world titles for her age group. He supposes that that’s quite impressive. But it still doesn’t supersede his training. Would it be improper to challenge her to another duel when she arrives? Probably.

Checking the time, he realized there was forty minutes until dinner and only ten until the three guests arrived. He freshened up his appearance and changed out of his fencing gear into more appropriate attire. He headed down to the foyer to wait with his siblings in greeting their guests. Cain stood next to him and gave him a quick once-over glance. She didn’t say anything but her giggles did not bode well for Damian.

The door was being held open as their three guests walked in and they all wore matching expressions of surprise as their gaze landed on Damian. They greeted his father and each of his siblings, exchanging quick hello’s before the Agreste boy regarded Damian.

“Hey! You’re that guy from the fencing club.” All eyes were on Damian in an instant, his siblings wearing various ranges of delight.

“Yes, he is that guy from the fencing club. Tell us everything,” Todd interjected. He swung a casual arm around Agreste and began herding them further into the manor towards the drawing room. Before Damian can begin to preserve his reputation, Todd and Agreste were already in deep conversation with random input from Dupain-Cheng and Grayson. Tsurugi hung back from the herd and was thanking his father for the invitation. Her calm, withdrawn voice was very different from the scorn she was showering him with during their duel. She caught him staring at her and just ignored him, brushing past him to follow quickly behind the others. He caught his father’s eye and regarded the man silently. Even when maintaining public appearances, his father never did anything without reason. So what was the value in inviting some French kids his company was sponsoring? Olympic grade or not, it was still uncharacteristically more involved than other other company sponsorships in the past.

What was his father’s angle here?

He hoped it didn’t involve playing nice with Tsurugi because her frigid disposition is more trouble than it’s worth. The karma is not lost on him.

Entering the drawing room, he walks into the middle of Agreste illustrating the nature of his duel against Tsurugi. He added unnecessary flourish, making the match seem more grandiose than it really was. He would deny any and all effort exerted as that was a sign of weakness. Damian was not weak.

“I’ll have you know,” he began, collecting their undivided attention, again. “The match with Tsurugi was child’s play. I only entertained her for so long because I thought she could provide some real competition. Clearly, I was mistaken,” he said, like a liar.

“I am more than just competition.” Tsurugi had stood from her place on the sofa to try and face him on even ground. She was still shorter than him but the intimidation was rolling off her in waves. “I will prove to you that I am a worthy opponent.”

That was an invitation for a rematch if Damian’s ever heard one. As he was about to accept the challenge, Pennyworth entered with an announcement of dinner, guiding everyone into the appropriate dining room. His siblings rushed for various seats, splitting up their guests and mixing them in with their chaos. The seating arrangement his siblings had orchestrated had him sitting directly across from the current bane of his existence. The two regarded each other silently, trapped in their own quiet bubble separate from the ruckus of the table.

The dinner was wonderful, as usual, and conversation was as normal as this family was capable of. Except for the intense staring contest he was engaged in with his enemy. She was civil, cordial even, with the rest of the family, sharing jokes with Cain and Thomas with no issue and handled Todd’s annoyance with grace but she couldn’t get a reign on her disdain for Damian. He faintly noticed her two friends exchange curious glances with each other. He paid them no mind; his attention lying elsewhere.

“So, Kagami,” Drake’s voice cut through the loud atmosphere, silencing the table. “You mentioned earlier that you will prove to Damian that you’re a worthy opponent. How do you plan to go about that?” He tried to go for casual but he failed and Damian knew he was doing it just to get a reaction out of him.

“A battle to the death of course,” she was quick with her reply and her tone had no hints of humor. She means every word of that statement. Equal expressions of shock were on his family’s faces, no one knowing what to say. A distasteful snort from the blond cut through the air.

“Kagami,” her friend, Dupain-Cheng, had cut in with a slight chuckle, “I don’t think they know you’re joking.”

“My apologies, then.” Her lips were curled in a faint smirk and then she said, “While I initially had all intentions to contest his false assessment, over the course of the dinner, I have concluded that he is someone not worth the effort.” She took a sip of her drink, completely ignoring the uproar of taunts and jeers his siblings threw his way.

Damian was not going to take that insult sitting down.

“That’s it, Tsurugi,” he rose from his seat, the scrape of the chair on the hardwood floors hushing the peanut gallery. “You wanted a duel, I’ll give you a duel. A clash of swords seems fitting, don’t you think?” He felt quite satisfied with himself, so much so he was completely ignorant to the whispers of his siblings with their guests. His attention was solely on the red demon.

“While I can’t persuade you both from not doing this,” his father’s tired voice was firm and imposing; he looked like he’s aged a few years since the start of the evening, “I must insist on using only the wooden practice swords you have. No real blades allowed. Am I understood?”

It wasn’t really a question as there was no room for refutation but Damian was grateful his father didn’t try to put a stop to the entire thing anyways. A challenge was issued and Damian was going to see it through.

After Pennyworth cleared the table and set about doing other chores, they made their way to the manor’s gym with the exclusion of his father. A mat was already laid out and he went to retrieve the practice swords. They were fashioned to mimic his katana and the familiar weight was comfortable in his grip. Tsurugi was surveying the wooden blade and assessing the balance of the handle before setting into a comfortable starting stance. They weren’t bound by fencing rules this time and he felt the lack of restrictions to be freeing. Grayson had declared himself ring master and was counting down to start them off. Drake was holding a camera, most likely recording, and Todd was conspiring with Dupain-Cheng and Thomas in the corner. Agreste and Cain were observing like normal people—Damian failed to see them silently exchange some cash— and he ignored them all to focus on the foe before him.

Grayson’s call for ‘go’ set them off like steam engines, their swords crashing into each other in heavy strikes. Using his advantageous size, Damian pushed back and swiped for her legs. She blocked the attack, sword intercepting his, swinging her back leg behind her to kick at his chest. He recoiled at the contact and the pressure of her boots before aiming a broad sweep over head, bringing his arms down in a wide arc. She blocks that as well, but was brought down to a knee, all her focus in holding her blade across the palm of hand. She pushes against his force and rolls under his blade, tucking herself into a ball before uncurling behind him. Her next strike is aimed for his back but Damian is quick on the defensive and knocks her blade away before stepping into her space. His shoulder clips her chin and he takes the opportunity to elbow her below her chest. He swings around to strike her down but she ducks and swipes at his legs. He jumps over the arc of her blade but isn’t prepared for the kick in his chest as he lands.

He steps back a couple paces to get air back in his lungs as Tsurugi gains her own bearings. They’re both breathing heavily and the gym is silent save for Todd’s inappropriate wolf-whistle. Ignoring him, as usual, he focuses back on his opponent. On the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders, her lean but firm arms holding the sword out pointing at him. Her short bob is in disarray and her brown eyes burn into him like molten lava. Her stare is intense and almost freezes him completely in place.

A second ticks by. Then another. The entire room feels like a stifled exhale, cautious not to disturb the fragile atmosphere. The energy is broken by a charge from Tsurugi as she strikes across his chest, colliding with his blade. Their swords are crossed and they both lean into the push, faces mere inches apart as they try to get the upper hand. Neither was budging, willing to submit to the other.

Damian found himself revelling in the intense focus of her gaze. Even growing up in the League, his mentors always held back, not wanting to accidentally kill their master’s heir. His siblings were no better, always underestimating him, never taking his challenges seriously. But Tsurugi? She matched him blow for blow without hesitation. Without fear and without judgement. The lack of threat of death hanging over him made the fight that much more enjoyable. If he were anymore focused on his own expression, he would have found a smile, not a smirk or a half-hearted grimace, but an honest-to-god smile. A grin even.

Tipping the fight in his favour, he aims a kick to Tsurugi’s knee, and turns out of their lock of swords. Feeling emboldened, he takes to taunting his opponent.

“You know, you are a lot better than I thought you would be,” he swings his sword around aimlessly, waiting for her to get up again. “But you’re still no match for me.”

Rather than respond, Tsurugi swipes up at him, both hands on her sword hilt, in a broad arc. Her body follows through with the motion, with her back leg sweeping the floor gently, her back to him by the end. Damian sees the opportunity and lunges to attack her now open back. He’s almost flushed against her with his sword about to press into the curve of her spine except his swing is intercepted by his opponent's block. She had anticipated his move and swung her arms over her head, carrying the blade behind her to protect her. Damian’s blood runs white hot with the shame of falling for her feint. Still held in this position, Tsurugi casts a smirk over her shoulder, head tilted back towards his chest. The position, with the exception of their swords, has them appearing to be in a dance, with his partner—no, opponent— ready to be spun out in a graceful turn.

“Are you sure?” her voice was rough with exertion and tainted with glee, “You seem to have failed to gain any substantial upperhand.” She kicks back into his shin and then steps out of his space, spinning under her arms, keeping her sword against his. Now facing him directly, Damian can see the fire shining in her brown eyes, ablaze with excitement and ferocity.

“Don’t think yourself so high and mighty,” he started to step to his right, trying to prepare for another attack but she matched him in moves and now they were slowly circling each other.

“Ironic coming from you, I’m sure.” Her tone was flat but her eyes glimmered with amusement. Her blade shifted ever so subtly, pointing further down Damian’s body, aimed directly for his stomach. Damian takes a chance and steps into her space, left arm gradually inching towards her sword hilt. Using his longer legs, he sweeps one under her stance, hooking his ankle around hers.

It happens in slow motion. Or at least, it felt like it did. He’s bringing his leg back towards himself, knocking her off center, balancing on an unsteady leg. He’s grabbed her sword hilt and is pushing her arms and the sword above her head while his own sword slides to place against her throat. He pushes further into her space, leaning over her and bending her back, almost chest to chest, nose to nose with his sword in the breath between them. Their precarious position cants them completely off balance and she’s fallen with him on top of her. Her arms are pinned firmly above her now, her grip on her sword long forgotten, and Damian’s weight is balanced on his knees, preserving any dignity he has left. They’re still so close to each other, the weight of his blade gingerly pressing into the lines of her neck. Her head is tilting back, a futile attempt to escape him and once she acknowledges that, Damian can feel the muscles in her arms relax beneath his vice-like grip. They’re staring at each other, and Damian finds himself not wanting to look away.

Oh.

Oh.

In his seven years of living with his father’s family, he never understood how his father could casually welcome thieves and assassins into his bed. How his brothers surrounded themselves with people equally dangerous. How his sister would challenge an opponent she knew she couldn’t beat. How they could all flirt with danger and not even question it. Now he understood. It was a heady rush, like a freefall without certainty of a parachute or a net. It was an addictive type of excitement to come face to face with someone who doesn’t look at him with fear but with equal competition. He could get used to this.

A click of a camera shutter and Pennyworth’s attention-grabbing ‘ahem’ brought him out of his own head. He saw Tsurugi blink herself out of a similar daze and look towards her friends. Finally registering their compromising position, Damian began to extract himself from her. Now standing, and trying to tidy his appearance, he tossed his wooden sword to the side and extended a hand out to the still lying girl.

“I win,” he says, and the taunt falls flat even to his own ears. He clears his throat and tries again. “You are a decent opponent. It was an honor to go against someone of your caliber.”

She accepts his offered hand and as he’s pulling her up, she takes the opportunity to pull him in closer.

“I admit defeat,” her eyes are still intense but softens as she continues speaking, “and there is clearly more I can learn from you. The club is in Gotham for two more weeks for the competition next week. I am willing to have you as my teacher if you accept.”

A pretty pink blush colours her cheeks and Damian can feel his face match hers in intensity. Before he could answer her, her blond friend interrupts them, cutting into their little bubble.

“That means she’s asking you on a date.” His hands are cupping his mouth like a megaphone and he stage whispers for all their captive audience to hear. “Say yes.”

His siblings are eyeing between him and the French teens like they’re spectating an interesting tennis match. Not given the chance to answer, again, Cain replies for him.

“He says yes. Next Friday, after school.” Her reply is curt but the curl of her lips illustrates her delight in the entire situation. His cheeks are even warmer now and he still hasn’t stepped out of Tsurugi’s space and were they always standing this close?

Looking back to Tsurugi he sees that her attention is still on the others and her face is graced with a gentle smile.

“I accept your offer,” her head swivels back to him as he speaks, and there is a slight glimmer to her eyes, hope dancing in pools of warm chocolate. “If your friend was right about your true intentions, then I accept that offer. There is a lot I could learn from you as well.”

“Yes, and I am also available on Friday if your sister is to be believed.” Her hushed voice is drowned out by the uproar of his siblings and he catches a glimpse of Dupain-Cheng jumping in place.

“I can’t believe he actually said yes.” Thomas.

“I can’t believe she’s actually into him,” Drake.

“I had good money on him making a fool of himself, shame.” Todd, who then gets elbowed by Grayson. He ignores them all, staring down at the increasingly embarrassed girl before him.

He goes to speak but a pink blur is knocking Tsurugi on the ground in a heap of limbs. They’re giggling and babbles about double dates filter through so he doesn’t worry too much and then a weight settles on his shoulder, surprising him. Agreste had somehow snuck up on him and was patting him in a false sense of comradery.

“Well that was an interesting turn of events. They grow up so fast,” he fake sniffles, wiping nonexistent tears from his eyes. Damian is not fond of the familiar theatrics. “I agree with your siblings, I didn't think you would agree. Especially with the looks of bloody murder you were giving us during practice today.”

He scoffs and lets the subtle accusation roll off his back. Agreste continues as if he weren’t interrupted.

“Clearly you two flirt the same way. Violently.” He’s cut off from speaking as Tsurugi had hit him with one of the discarded swords from her place on the floor.

“At least I don’t hesitate or dance around my intended target like a fool, like you two,” she was pouting but her voice held traces of humour and inside jokes that had Dupain-Cheng whining like a child and Agreste acting all sheepish.

“Yeah, okay, that’s fair but can you blame us?” Agreste went ignored as everyone devolved into laughter at their antics.

Damian chanced a glance at Tsurugi to see her very comfortable with Dupain-Cheng’s weight on top of her, laughing at Agreste’s expense. She must have felt his eyes on her and glance at him shyly, laughter dying to a small smile on her lips.

Damian thought to himself that Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

#maribat #mgi trope tussle #enemies to lovers #damigami #no beta this is war #tumblr do me a solid #dont hide my posts #am i forgetting any tags? #i hope not #i did in fact forget some tags #ml x dc #mlb x dc

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Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 20

The dinner was just as Jason expected, bland, dull, a lot of formalities in which Bane was visibly struggling with and did not even bother to pretend to know the difference between steak or salad forks. Jason, Dick, and Tim managed to keep the conversation alive and light, somehow without offending the formality of the dinner. Good thing, Jason thought, that The League had taught him of formal dinner etiquette and whatnot, otherwise he would have been slurping the baiwang with the soup spoon instead of the Chinese soup spoon provided by Alfred - like Bane.

Dick, for all of his lack of etiquette education, won in the manners division - regardless of the fact that Tim was helping him by pointing out which cutlery should be used for what. At the very least, he was not beneath asking what he wasn't sure of. 

The day after was a little duller. Alfred merely informed them that the police were there along with the District Attorney, Harvey Dent, to arrest Bane on several counts of murder. Bane was arrested nearly without a fight - he had been purged of his venom strength and knew that he had no chance against some of the cops who were ready to taser him.

Jason was... frankly, a little disappointed.

"Would've been nice if there was a brawl or something," Dick voiced Jason's thought out loud just as he walked outside.

"Oh, goodness, I'm just glad this is over," Bruce commented, glaring apprehensively at Dick's back as the latter walked away with Damian. There was a good long silence before he added, "I presume now that Bane is out of this house, Damian will no longer need you two? I mean, he has me now - and his grandparents." he pointed out.

"I have vowed to guard Damian until he is an adult," Jason replied simply. Ignoring Bruce's sudden change of expression. "it is my order."

"Well, Talia... no offense. But Talia won't-- is no longer around to hold you accountable." Bruce argued.

"No, she's not. But Damian is." Jason looked at the child, sitting under one of the Manor's massive trees with a thick sketchbook before him. Dick, Jason knew, was on the tree. Even with Bane arrested, Oracle had warned that as long as he's not fully incarcerated in a maximum-security facility, he could still either get out and hurt the Waynes - including Damian. Therefore Jason asked Dick to remain with them for a little while longer. Thankfully, Dick didn't mind.

"He's a child. Children adapt well with changes of environments," Bruce said. "and if you're afraid that Bane would come back, I can hire some bodyguards for him."

Jason managed to hold back his smirk. People always thought that he was there to protect Damian; not realizing that he was protecting others from Damian's temper. Instead, he smarted, "like you protected your parents by sending them overseas."

"Oh, now, that's not fair." Bruce protested. "It was... we all thought that... at least mother and I..." he didn't finish his sentence as he exhaled exasperatedly. "His DNA check is back," he continued after a few moments of silence.

"Obviously, he hasn't a drop of Wayne blood in him," Jason suggested, a little dryly. "Something anyone with knowledge of the molecular structure of DNA would have known right away. You accepted Damian right away because you saw he has your mother's ears, in spite of his green eyes. Yet you doubted your father's denial in spite of the fact that there is nothing on Bane that resembled any of you - including about all of the portraits of your ancestors.

"And then there's something else I realized. Bane came with nothing; whereas Damian came with the Al Ghul wealth. You were more accepting because Damian would not equal splitting the Wayne wealth..."

"That is not true!" Bruce growled. "I would not have turned Damian away even if he was not Talia's child. He is my child, and I know that he is!"

"Then we're back to my initial point: You were unable to defend your parents because you did not have 100% faith in their virtues. The Al Ghuls are known leaders of the League of Assassins, to which the leadership shall now be Damian's. What will be your argument, when he decides to take over the League fully? 'Oh, I can't be associated with criminals, even if said crimes were just allegation and not a video recording of someone snapping off another person's neck'?" Jason sneered. "Now, Mister Wayne. I also would like to remind you, that I have Damian's legal custody. If you insist I should leave, I shall bring him along."

"You can't do that," Bruce scowled. "He's my biological child..."

"You have studied your country's laws, Mister Wayne. But you forgot the one crucial thing: Damian is not your country's boy by any means other than your claim." Jason mentally realized that he has placed one of his ace cards onto the table. But he honestly prefers this kind of conversation not to be had when Damian is present. And from the looks of it, he has packed his sketching materials and was making his way back indoors. "Do not try to deny Damian's access to me, or the League, Mr Wayne. He is not yours to manipulate," he added softly while Damian was still out of range.

"Hey guys, Damian and I are hungry," Dick announced as they went past the door. "Think Alfred would let us have cookies?"

"He's the one who is hungry, Todd," Damian told Jason. "I shall wait until tea time for the cookies. It is only a mere hour away."

"Why don't you scrub up a little? Tea should be ready by the time you're done." Bruce suggested.

Damian's scowl could have killed a cobra. "While I am planning on refreshing myself, father, it would be kind of you to cease directing me as if I am an imbecile," he stated, and for the second time in less than 10 minutes, Jason bit the inside of his cheek to stop a snicker.

Bruce, however, was not amused at Damian. "Well! That is not what a child should say to his father!" he admonished.

"Todd," Damian glared at Jason. "Did you not inform Mr Wayne here that I merely referred to him as 'father' due to common societal practices?" he asked with air quotes around the word 'father'.

"I have informed him that, Damian," Jason assured him.

"Do remind him on a daily basis that I am not obliged to remain here beyond what is demanded by his country's societal norms." Damian continued.

"I shall, Damian," Jason replied.

"Very well, I shall be in my quarters until tea time. You might consider feeding Grayson here, Todd," Damian said dismissively.

"I actually have some matters to discuss with you, Damian, if you don't mind. I think Grayson can fend for himself just fine," Jason told him.

"I don't mind. Let us, then." Damian said, leading the way back to his room.

Jason nodded politely to Bruce and motioned Dick to join him. "Mr Wayne, Grayson."

As they left Bruce, still standing in confusion - probably - Dick remarked, "ouch," softly.

"Go on and get your own cookies, Grayson," Jason remarked.

"I need to discuss something with you, too. You two, actually, somewhere safe." Dick said. Both Jason and Damian paused their steps. "Yeah, and we might need to call upon a certain bird for backup," Dick added, almost nonchalantly. It was not until then that Jason noticed the tenseness on his shoulders. He remembered that Dick, too, was trained to keep an eye out for danger.

"You go on ahead with Damian, I'll ask Alfred if he may have tea in his quarters." Jason decided. Damian nodded, realizing the urgency in Dick's posture, and stepped a little closer to Dick as Jason turned the other way.

Whatever it is Dick has to say, Jason could be certain now that besides himself, Dick would protect Damian fiercely. And/or protect other, possibly innocent people, from Damian's tempers.

He was just wondering why did it seem that Bruce Wayne was so intent on removing him.

And why Dr and Mrs Wayne would suddenly take a trip to Europe right after they were proverbially and literally freed from Bane.

Alfred, as usual, was in the kitchen preparing for tea time. In spite of being Americans, the Waynes seemed to like the habit of afternoon tea time.

Jason told Alfred of Damian's request, and Alfred nodded slowly. "Is Master Bruce still in the sun-room, then?" he asked.

"Last time I saw him, yeah."

"Ah, then... young Jason, may an old man request something from you and your vast knowledge of herbs?" Alfred's face was as impassive as ever when he said that, just a shade before he returned to his task of preparing some small sandwiches. But Jason was a little confused. Why would Alfred ask him for herbs? As far as Jason could tell, he was as healthy as... well, someone Jason's age, which has got to be at least a third of Alfred's; half at most. Jason didn't think that Alfred was any older than mid- to late-40s.

"Sure, how can I help?" he answered, anyway.

"Oh, I was wondering if there is any method you may suggest to... how do I put it... Chafe off surgical remains within oneself? I have had work done for my nose, you see, on a whim as a young lad; and I do not believe it looks becoming on me as I age. I feel as if it makes me look like another person is inhabiting my body, as Master Bruce was wont to say."

Jason blinked, and partially wished Dick was there to confirm his thoughts. In spite of being the exact same height as Jason, Alfred was bowing his head a little as he spoke; and Jason knew that there was a surveillance camera that would be able to record their conversation in the kitchen. His shoulders were tenser than the task of cutting bread would have required.

"Well, wow... okay. I'll need to actually search my books. You know some of the ladies back then would apply something to their skin for scars or bruises. But I'm not sure if it'll work on surgical stuff. I'll let you know?" Jason replied carefully.

"Thank you, Jason, for considering. While it shames me for being vain, it is... rather crucial." Alfred smiled at him.

"No problem, Alf," Jason patted him on the shoulder and made his way back to Damian's room - where each and every surveillance device has been disabled and/or misdirected by the combination of Tim, Barbara, and Damian's own skills.

Once Jason walked in and closed the doors of Damian's room behind him, he was greeted by both Damian and Dick's voices.

"That man is not my father, Todd! I believe my grandparents may still be in danger!" Damian exclaimed as Dick stormed over and announced 'There was an increase of drone activities outside, that's why I brought Damian in!' - followed by Damian and Dick glaring at each other, and Damian said, "Todd, we might need to acquire some new exit strategy!" at the same time as Dick saying, 'I've sent a text to Tim, but he hasn't answered. I've texted Babs, though!'

Jason cringed at them. "Whoa! Hold up! If this is how you two kids report, nobody would need surveillance equipment to hear you from Gotham Harbor!" he snarled. The two promptly stopped and glared at each other again, as if they both were hoping to have Superman's laser vision or something. "Okay, I've heard you both, and I'm upping the ante. Alfred just asked me practically for a method to dissolve foreign objects inside someone's body and allude that someone in the house is not who they seemed. And said someone might be Bruce."

Damian threw his fist to the air, stating, "I knew it!"

Dick's eyes were wide as saucers. "Okay... I would... I've wanted to say the same thing since we got in. But I was kinda scared I might be wrong. What makes you sure?"

"Alfred referred to Bruce in the past tense when talking to me," Jason said. "You? --wait, no, Damian first."

"He looked and behaved differently than the videos mother had shown me," Damian replied.

"I second Damian on this. Well, dude... we need to communicate better, don't we?" Dick said, telling the last bit toward Damian. "I've only met him once, way back when-- when my parents were... you know. But like I've told you, I remember everything from that day as if it has just happened. I remember Bruce Wayne was there with a blonde girl wearing chinchilla fur, a 50s hairdo, and an actual pearl pin. But when my parents... right after, I saw him directing traffic of people out of the tent calmly. His presence then was literally calming, like, everyone was looking at him for direction. This Bruce... generally, looked too nervous on everything; if that makes sense."

Jason thought a moment. Dick was really good at reading people's body language - even the most stoic Alfred. Before Bane was removed, Dick's assessment of Alfred was that he was uncomfortable with Bane, yet very welcoming of Damian. Thus his immediate trust in Alfred. However, since Bane was arrested and proven to not have been a Wayne; Jason hasn't got the chance to ask Dick to re-assess Alfred.

"Okay, I'll retrieve the video footage of your dad from 10 years ago from the League's servers. We'll cross-check. We'll tell the Birds once we're sure, yeah?" Jason suggested.

"Agreed," Damian nodded slowly.

"I'll have Tim keeping an eye on the Doc and Missus while we're at it, though. I mean, you know, precautions and all." Dick suggested.

"Okay, call Tim. If he doesn't answer, call Babs or his mom. I'd like this whole thing settled quickly before Bruce can do anything to harm Damian." Jason huffed a breath slowly, wondering what the hell is it with the Waynes that seemed to run on endless conspiracy theories, anyway.

#Batless!AU #Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #JayTim #Red Ghost!jason #Talon!Dick

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

SuperChat September 1- Meeting/Cute

Masterlist

"You're lucky I love you Mari." Adrien said, leaning down to whisper in his adoptive sister's ear. Marinette snorted softly hiding her mischievous smile behind the champagne flute in her hand. "I hate these parties so much, but a promise is a promise. Everyone shall see your designs, modeled on my beautiful body." He let out a sniffle dabbing at his eyes dramatically. "Oh it's so hard being this beautiful, always taken advantage of even by my sister dearest." Marinette hit his chest gently with her hand as she struggled not to laugh.

Marinette had received an invitation to that Wayne's Charity Gala and knew this would be the perfect time to show off. Convincing Adrien to attend had taken a lot of sweets and bribery of buying him the latest gaming console. However he had agreed to come, so they were together at the Gala wearing Marinette's latest suit and dress combo. One she made sure was her absolute best. Adrien wore a navy blue suit with deep red tie and gold cufflinks. Marinette wore a deep red dress with a V-neckline and coordinating illusion mesh back. She had sewn chiffon on the shoulders and back in the same red that flowed to the ground forming a train. Together they made for a stunning couple and were gathering compliments all night, which amused the both of them greatly. Apparently it was unknown to Gotham high society that Adrien was no longer an Agreste but a Dupain-Cheng.

Adrien grinned at Marinette as she rolled her eyes he held up his champagne flute in a toast gesture to Marinette. "To making your dreams come true. I'm proud of you Princess, only twenty-three and one of the top names in fashion already." They tinked their glasses together and Adrien waited until Marinette took a sip before he spoke again. "Now if only you didn't use me to get there." Marinette turned sharply glaring at him and raised her arm to smack his shoulder. Adrien laughed loudly, moving back quickly only for her bad luck to kick up. He tripped over his own feet, he closed his eyes tensing up ready for the fall. Only for a strong arm to wrap around his waist catching him, the other one catching his champagne flute. Adrien opened his eyes wide in surprise, the first thing he noticed was stunning blue eyes, hidden behind askew glasses. He stared into the man's eyes unable to look away, until the man asked him a question. "I-uh. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I got lost in your eyes. '' Jon blinked down at the blonde in his arms, before snorting and helping Adrien stand up fully. He however did not remove his arm from Adrien's wasit.

"I really wasn't expecting that after saving you from ffalling.Do you use that on everyone that catches you?" Jon asked teasingly, his eyes sparkling. Adrien smirked, taking his champagne flute back from Jon.

"Only on knights with the prettiest eyes I've ever seen, so I've only used it twice." Jon quirked an eyebrow, leaning back slightly. Adrien was quick to note that Jon was a full head taller than him.

"Oh? So who do I have to be jealous of then?" Jon asked, and this caused Adrien to snort softly before taking a sip of his champagne finishing the flute.

"Well that would be my sister-in-everything-that-counts but blood. I still fimd it funny that she had the adoption papers ready before her parents even knew. She thw one that, ya know the very one that pushed me tonight." With that comment Marinette surged forward smacking Adrien in the chest repeatedly, yet descretly enough to not gain attention.

"Adrien Dupain-Cheng!" She whisper yelled, causing Adrien to tense and look at Jon.

"Uh-oh full adopted name." He whispered causing Jon to snort.

"I did not push you and you know that!" Adrien snorted grabbing her wrist gently and squeezing it slightly running his thumb again the back of her hand. "And don't think compliments will get you anywhere Mister! I did not forget what you said before you decided to be a clumsy kitten!" At that comment Adrien blushed slightly looking away as Jon smirked playfully at the nickname. Marinette turned to him smiling brilliant meeting his eyes, the smile and her eyes took his breath away. He could definitely understand that he stood under Marinette when it came to beautiful eyes. Her eyes were a beautiful mix of blue and grey, and if he looked close enough he was positive he'd find stars trapped in them. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I'm this idiots sister-in-everything-that-counts but blood." He looked at Adrien then back at Marinette before going back to Adrien.

"I respectful take my spot as second in the pretty eyes category. Your sister-in-everything-that-counts but blood clearly has me beat. She definitely has me beat as most beautiful person as well." He said causing Marinette to blush slightly. "I would love to see who comes out in a contest between her and my practically older brother Dick." Adrien and Marinette looked at him quizzical, but Adrien was the one to voice it.

"Practically older brother?" Both him and Marinette struggled not to smirk as Jon rubbed the back of his head witb his free hand. Marinette noted the his arm was still around Adrien's waist, causing her to narrow her eyes and observe him more. Jon was quick to note the look her was gettimg amd cringed on the inside, it was the look that he had come to see the most. Considering his best friend's entire family was detectives, that look ment that Marinette would probably know all his secrets by the end of the night. Though he calmed himself assured that Marinette would not discover him in one night, thats something only the Batfamily could do.

"Well my best friend, Damian, I've known him for years and know his brother in turn. Dick is the oldest, he is labeld as the most beautiful, even out of his sisters. Jason and Tim are the ones that represent Gotham the most. Jason represents the streets where you fight to survive while Tim the weathy where you do everything you can to help. Cassandra is the Princess and follows in her father's charitable footsteps. Stephanie isn't adopted in like the others but she is known as the Prankster. Duke isn't adopted in either he is a ward but he is a part of the family, he is known as the most caring and compassionate always donating his time to charity. Damian is the youngest he was known in school to be an Ice Prince, but no one can deny he is his father's son with a sharper edge. He doesn't associate with people that aren't worth his time. Luckily I am worth his time, I wasn't at first!" Jon said with a cheerful laugh, Adrien blushed slightly adding beautiful laugh to Jon's attractiveness meter. Marinette and Adrien made eye contact having a silent conversation together, which reminded Jon of the Batfamily yet again. He glamced across the room at said family standing and laughing together, he could even see a real smile on Bruce's face as he looked at his kids. 'Maybe Bruce's has another kid he doesn't know about. It would fit black hair, blue eyes, and adoptive tendencies, oh Damian would not like to find out he may have a blood sibling.' Marinette gave Jon amd tight yet polite smile once their secret conversation was over.

"Well Jon, I'd love to talk more, but I spotted a dear old friend across the room. You wont mind keeping my brother entertained would you?" Adrien smiled brightly at her words amd turned to look up at him with kitten eyes.

'Why is he so pretty. Why are these too the essence of beauty, it like the were blessed by gods.' Tikki and Plagg shifted uncomfortably in Marinette's purse and shared a look that screamed, who is thinking of us. Jon spared a glance at Marinette's purse, before looking back at Adrien. He was a little confused on why he could hear breathing from her purse, but he pushed it to the back of his head.

"It would be stupid of my not to agree, although I must ask for a short interview efore you both leave for the night. Ah. I never fully introduced myself, Jonathan Kent, I work at the Daily Planet. I'd love to do a piece on M.D. clothing." Marinette and Adrien shared a look before nodding in agreement, and Marinette was off gracefully crossing the floor to Selina Kyle. Although he tensed up at her whisper that he had, at first, assumed was to herself. He was wrong when he realized she was talking to him. In seconds he was terrified of the beautiful women walking away from them. The women that had discovered his secret quicker than anyone before. Of course it would be months of him and Adrien dating until he finally admited how terrified of Marinette he was. Marinette only smirked at him sipping her coffee, as Tikki gave her chosen a proud look from her small chair on the table. However Jon would never give up his spot in their family. He loved Adrien, now he just had to gain the courage to propose to him.

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#superchat #superchat september #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #miraculous fandom #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #marinette dupen chang #adrien agreste #jon kent #superman #mlb x dc #ml x dc #dc comics

[ragingbookdragon]

What A Flashy Romance PT. 2

Batsis x Wally West (Flash) Story!

A/N: I honestly feel like my sequels end up being better than my first stories. What’s up with that??? Enjoy! -Thorne <3

“Do you think sea turtles have feelings?” She groaned for what seemed like the thousandth time, rolling over and glaring at him from her side of the bed.

           “Wally. It is one in the morning. Will you please go to bed?” He glanced over at her before turning his eyes back to the ceiling, shrugging his shoulders.

           “I mean, I think they do. Have you ever seen dolphins (Y/N)? I think it’s been scientifically proven that they have feelings.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, sitting up against the headboard.

           “You know my dad owns the Gotham Aquarium, right? There’s a dolphin rehabilitation center there.” He hummed at her words, falling silent, and she observed him for a moment before asking, “Okay…what’s bothering you?” Wally looked over at her, confusion in his eyes.

           “What makes you think somethings bothering me?” She arched an eyebrow and said,

           “You’re doing the thing you do when you’re trying not to think about what’s up your butt. Talking about anything other than the subject.” (Y/N) reached over, cupping his cheek. “Did something happen with your parents?” She ran her thumb gently over cheekbone, her voice comforting. “You can talk to me Wally…I wont judge you for anything.” He nodded in her grip.

           “I know. It’s just…it’s just…” He broke off, letting out a sigh and moving away from her, throwing his legs over the side of his bed. (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, and she crossed the bed, sitting beside him, one leg curling behind him, the other resting across his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her chin on his arm. One hand rose, softly titling his face her way; he wouldn’t look at her, and she gently encouraged,

           “…Wally…” Green eyes met hers, and she smiled at him. “Wally, what’s wrong?” She watched him swallow before whispering,

           “You’ll be angry at me.” (Y/N) huffed a laugh.

           “Says who?” The corners of his lips curled into a grin before dropping, and he let out another sigh. Wally took a deep breath and looked at her once more.

           “Jason knows.” (Y/N) blinked at him, and asked,

           “Jason knows?” He said nothing, and she repeated, “Jason knows?” Wally’s eyes dropped to her lap and he nodded silently. For a moment, (Y/N) said nothing, then she pulled away from him, dropping her legs on the side of the bed, the same as Wally. She leaned forward, hands coming up to press against her lips. Wally stared at her, then she looked at him. “What happened?” He sighed, hand running through his hair as he told her,

           “He caught me sneaking out after Dick and you went to breakfast. Told me that I had to tell Dick.” A laugh came from her throat and she added,

           “You mean you have no choice but to tell him.” Wally nodded.

           “Said that if I didn’t, he would.” (Y/N) hummed, hands dropping from her mouth.

           “Well, if that’s the case, then we’ll really have to tell them.” She lowered her head, groaning quietly; Wally frowned at the sight.

           “I’m sorry (Y/N). If I had just waited, this wouldn’t be happening.” (Y/N) turned her face to the side and reached over, taking his hand in hers. She squeezed it, a smile crossing her lips.

           “It’s not your fault Wally. Neither of us knew he would be there.”

           “Are you upset about it?” She tipped her head side to side.

           “Not at you. At Jason and him demanding we tell, yeah.” She looked away, then added, “Maybe if I’d listened to you and we’d told them earlier, things would be different.” After a moment, she shook her head and stood from the bed, looking down at him. “C’mon. We need to make some calls.” (Y/N) turned, making her way to the door, and Wally stood, following her.

           “To who?”

           “My little brothers.” She spun, a smirk on her lips. “I have a plan.”

A Few Hours Later:

They sat across from each other at the kitchen table, her younger brothers glaring at him while she spoke to them. “And that’s what’s happening.” (Y/N) looked between Tim and Damian then asked, “Can I count on you two to help when I need it?” They said nothing, and (Y/N) leaned across the table, a pleading look in her eyes. “Guys…please…”

           “I still can’t believe you’re actually dating each other. I’ve never met two people who could be so ugly to one another and still have romantic feelings.” She laughed at Tim.

           “We’re not being serious Timmy. We have to play on each other’s faults and failures in order to not rouse suspicion.” She reached over, taking his hand. “I really need you with me on this Timmy…please?” He blinked, then sighed and nodded, and she grinned, looking over at Damian. “Dami?” His glare never drifted from Wally as he spat,

           “I almost wish that Todd had shot you Wally. It would save us the trouble of having to do this.”

           “Damian!” His eyes darted to her and he said,

           “You went behind Richard’s back and started a romantic relationship with his best friend. Tell me sister, what outcome do you think will occur? The one where he loses his sister?” His gaze turned back to Wally. “Or the outcome where he loses his best friend?” The two fell silent at his words, then Wally reached over and took her hand, his eyes turning to Damian’s.

           “I’ll accept whatever Dick throws at me. But your sister means the world to me.” He looked at Tim, then back to Damian. “If what (Y/N)’s planning is going to work, we need the both of you to help us…Dick won’t get on board if the majority isn’t in our favor.” He took a deep breath, sitting up straight. “I’m asking for you help Damian.” Damian observed him for a moment before glancing at (Y/N), a silent question in his eyes; she smiled at him, and said,

           “I really do love him Damian.” He held her gaze for another moment before he lolled his head back and let out a sigh.

           “…Fine…I will help you.” (Y/N) grinned.

           “Alright, here’s what I need you two to do…”

The Next Day:

           The family gathered around the table, Bruce at the head of the table, Dick sitting between Jason and Tim, Damian sitting next to (Y/N). There was an open spot next to her, a plate sitting on the mat. Her eyes drifted to Tim and Damian, and she stared at them until they caught her gaze and nodded back. As Alfred and Jason laid the dishes on the table, Bruce looked at the empty spot. “Are we expecting company Alfred?” Alfred looked at Bruce.

           “I do believe Ms. (Y/N) is expecting a guest.” Bruce’s eyes drifted to his daughter and she gave a tight smile.

           “They’re running a bit late.” A snort came out of Tim and her eyes darted to him and she scowled.

           “Who’s coming over princess?” (Y/N) looked over at Dick, trying to stall when the doorbell rang; everyone turned their head to the doorway, and (Y/N) stood up from her chair.

           “I’ll get it!” She hurried from the room, and a minute later, she appeared, her guest following. She stood in the doorway, a nervous smile on her face; everyone’s gaze turned to them, and Dick asked,

           “Wally?” He gave a wave from behind her.

           “Hey Dick.”

           “I didn’t know you were in town?” Wally nodded at (Y/N).

           “(Y/N) invited me over.” He gave Dick a grin. “Said she wanted to make a truce.” Dick’s face morphed into satisfied surprise, and they took their seats at the table.

           “I’m kinda shocked that she would want to.” He glanced at her. “She hates you.” Before she could say anything, Jason muttered,

           “That’s what you think.” (Y/N) whipped her head at Jason, glaring at him. Dick looked between them.

           “What was that?” (Y/N) cleared her throat.

           “It was nothing.” She looked at Alfred. “What did you make for dinner Alfie?” He set a plate down in front of Wally, then her.

           “Spaghetti, Ms. (Y/N).” She gave him a smile.

           “My favorite.”

           “Indeed.” He stepped back, moving to his seat and sat down.

           Dinner moved somewhat smoothly, Wally and (Y/N) managing to dodge questions left and right, then dessert came, and they all sat around, eating and talking. When they were finished, they still sat at the table, listening to a story Jason was telling them. At one point, Wally had reached under the table and took her hand, gently rubbing his thumb across her skin. Jason’s story reached an end, and Wally looked at her, his gaze telling her all she needed to know. She sighed and nodded, glancing at Dick. “Hey Dick?” He looked at her, giving her a smile.

           “What’s up princess?” (Y/N) cleared her throat, and said,

           “There’s actually another reason why Wally’s here.” He gave her a confused look but gestured for her to continue. She took a deep breath, and the two of them raised their hands from under the table, resting them on the tabletop. “The thing is…Wally and I don’t actually hate each other Dick…we never have…” Dick’s eyes moved between their joined hands and them. No one said anything at the table, then Dick asked,

           “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?” (Y/N) nodded, her voice calm.

           “Yes. We are.” She glanced at Wally, and he gave her a small smile. “We’ve been dating for the past eleven months.” Dick fell silent at her words, but she saw something shift in his eyes; Wally took that as a cue to speak, and he sat up straight.

           “Dick, I really care for-” The sound of a chair scraping the floor echoed through the dining room, and they watched Dick stand at the table, his hands pressed flat against it. He glowered at Wally, his voice tight.

           “My sister.” He leaned forward. “My. Baby. Sister.” Wally nodded, lips pressed in a tight line.

           “I know you’re angry Dick, believe me I know you are. But I care for her, I really do.”

           “That’s not the point Wally! She’s my sister!” Dick’s voice boomed through the air, and (Y/N) glanced at her brothers, but they were too busy watching Dick; she internally groaned and leaned forward.

           “Dick, he’s telling-” He pointed at her, cutting her off.

           “Do not say another word (Y/N).” She bit her lip and he turned back to Wally. “It would be one thing to date a close friend of mine, but this is my sister Wally.” Evidently tired of his anger, Wally let go of her hand and stood up, matching Dick’s stance.

           “Dick this isn’t your decision to make. It’s ours. And while I respect your concern for her, I don’t need your permission.” For a second, time stopped, then before anyone could react, even Wally, Dick was flying across the table. He tackled Wally to the floor, fists flying, and (Y/N) jerked back, shouting,

           “Wally!” She watched him try to avoid Dick’s hands, then she turned to her brothers and father. “Well don’t just sit there! Help me!” Jason and Bruce stood up at the same time, moving over to the fighting boys. They looked at one another for a second and nodded, each grabbing one of Dick’s arms and hauling him back. He fought them, thrashing in their grip, and (Y/N) dropped down, pulling Wally into a sitting position. She reached over, plucking an unused napkin from the table, then she wiped the blood flowing out of Wally’s nose. “Are you alright?” He nodded, reaching up and taking the napkin from her, holding against him.

           “‘M fine.” She frowned and looked at her oldest brother. He’d stopped moving in Bruce and Jason’s grip, but his glare had only darkened more.

           “Dick…” He eyed her.

           “I honestly don’t know who I’m angrier at right now. You, for dating my best friend behind my back. Or you,” He looked at Wally, “for dating my sister behind my back.” Wally let out a sigh and said,

           “Oh, get over it, Dick. You’re just mad because we didn’t tell you and we let it get this far.”

           “No shit!” The two friends glared at each other, and (Y/N) sighed, looking at him.

           “Dick.” He didn’t look at her, still focused on Wally; she called his name again. “Dick.” Finally, he looked at her and she said, “Everyone here is okay with this.” Dick blinked, then glanced at the others. Tim and Damian nodded as did Bruce and Jason, and Dick shifted his gaze back to Wally and her. (Y/N) rose, and moved over, kneeling in front of him. She motioned for Jason and Bruce to let him go; they did, and she reached forward, taking his hands in hers. He stared at her, and she told him in earnest, “I’m sorry for not telling you about us.” She looked down. “I was…worried about what you were going to say.” (Y/N) felt her eyes grow warm and damp and she looked back at him. “I was afraid that you would hate me for it.” Dick’s gaze softened and he pulled his hands away, reaching forward and wrapping his arms around her.

           “I could never hate you (Y/N).” He pulled back, placing his hands on her cheeks and pressing his forehead to hers. “I love my baby sister more than anything.” (Y/N) smiled at him, and he pulled away from her, turning to Wally. “You and I need to talk outside.” Wally nodded, rising to his feet; Dick did the same, and (Y/N) asked warily,

           “Dick?” He waved her off.

           “I’m not going to punch him…yet.” He gestured for Wally to follow, and the two of them disappeared into the backyard. (Y/N) turned to Jason, finger pointing at him.

           “This is your fault…you know that?” He shrugged at her and she scoffed. “So much for keeping things that aren’t your business to yourself.”

           “I didn’t tell you to do all of this (Y/N).”

           “No, but you did force us into a position where we had to.” She stared at him, a frown on her face. “The least you could’ve done was come to me first before threatening him.” Jason dropped her gaze for a second then nodded.

           “…Yeah…I probably should’ve.” He looked at her. “Sorry.” (Y/N) sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

           “Can’t do anything about it now.” She glanced out the window, seeing Wally and Dick standing apart from one another, obviously in deep conversation. A nudge went into her side and she looked, seeing Jason grinning down at her.

           “You gotta admit though…seeing Dick fly across the table was pretty amusing.” She glared at him and he leaned in murmuring, “C’mon…you know I’m right.” Her eyes narrowed, then she matched his grin.

           “Yeah…it was kinda funny.” The two of them let out a laugh, then arms wound around her waist. (Y/N) looked down, seeing Damian attached to her side. She ran a hand through his hair, gaze drifting to the window, then she said, “Let’s get all this cleaned up. They’ll be out there for a while.”

Later That Night:

           She stepped out of her bathroom, tying the robe around her waist, but stopped when she saw him sitting at her desk. He looked up from his hands, gentle smile crossing his lips. “Hey.” (Y/N) returned his smile, moving to him and perching herself on the desk.

           “Hey yourself.” He spun around in the chair, and she reached up, tracing a bruise. “Nice shiner. He give it to you outside?” Wally nodded, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it.

           “Told me we were good so long as he got to punch me.” Wally let out a chuckle. “I’d honestly forgotten how hard he could hit.” (Y/N) watched him press another kiss to her knuckles.

           “Is he still angry?” Wally shook his head.

           “Not anymore…but I do think he’s a little upset that we lied to him.” She hummed, pulling her hand away and resting it on the desk.

           “Well…at least he’s not going to yell at us anymore.”

           “That’s true…but he might be snippy for a while.”

           “When is he not snippy?” Wally snorted.

           “Fair point.” They fell silent, staring at each other until Wally stood up. (Y/N) reached out, catching his hands.

           “Where are you going?” He huffed a laugh and leaned forward, his hands planted firmly beside her.

           “I’m not going anywhere.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, an amused smile crossing her lips.

           “Didn’t look like that to me.”

           “What did it look like?” She tilted her head back, her voice flirtatious.

           “Like you were gonna leave me alone.” Wally hummed, pressing his lips to hers.

           “Never.” (Y/N) smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. Wally shifted, hands coming to her haunches, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he stepped back, one hand keeping her to him, the other feeling for her bedframe. When he found it, he turned and lowered her down, pressing her into the bed. His hands moved from her waist to the tie of her robe, and he slipped a finger in it, pulling it loose. He was about to undo it completely when her bedroom door slammed open. They jerked apart, turning to see her brothers walking in, pillows and blankets in their hands.

           “What the hell are you guys doing?” Dick smiled wickedly at her, raising a pillow.

           “We’re having a slumber party.” (Y/N) shook her head incredulously.

           “Uh, no the fuck we’re not.” She pointed to the door. “Get out.” Before she could complain more, Jason plopped on her bed, pulling his blanket over himself.

           “Sorry sis. We’re already here.” (Y/N) groaned, looking out the door to see her father walking by.

           “Dad!” Bruce stopped, coming to the doorway.

           “What?” She gestured to her brothers currently piled on her bed.

           “Tell them to get out.” Bruce glanced at them and lazily commanded,

           “Get out.” No one moved and he looked back at (Y/N), a fake tone of sympathy coming out as he said, “Sorry sweetheart. I guess they aren’t listening.” He walked off, leaving (Y/N) dumbfounded as her brothers got comfortable.

           “(Y/N)? Where is your controller? I want to play Horizon.” She ignored Tim’s question, turning to Dick.

           “If this is your idea of revenge, it’s a shitty one. Smart, but shitty.” He smirked, and something in it irked her, and she turned to Wally. “I think you and I should go.” Wally grinned and leaned forward, picking her up in his arms. He looked at the others and gave a mock salute.

           “Gentlemen, it’s been nice seeing you!” His grin turned downright devious as he quipped, “But (Y/N) and I gotta run.” Before they could stop them, they disappeared in a flash of blue, leaving them stunned. After a moment, Damian jumped up, shoving at them.

           “Do not just sit there! He has taken her away!” He sped out the door shouting, “To the cave!” The others followed in suit past a confused Bruce.

           “Where are you all going?”

           “Wally has taken sister away! We are going to find her!”

           “You might want to leave them alone Damian.” Dick spun around, pointing at him.

           “I’ll leave them alone when she’s thirty.” Bruce sighed as the others nodded at his words, and he dismissed them with,

           “Good luck finding them.” He turned, watching them disappear into the study, then he added, “Better luck catching them.”

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[emilystoryspot]

Bruce's Bat Baby pt.3

Inspiration here

To part one here

To part two here

word count  7949

Months 5 and 6 

We met at a small diner inside town. I had on an oversized jacket and sat down on the same side next to Bruce, Lois and Clark were already there. Bruce and Clark had a small conversation, “I mean not that I don't like having lunch but, why did you want to get lunch?” Lois asks as she sips her iced tea.

“We have a story for you two to write.” Bruce says as he puts ketchup on the side of his plate, smearing it with a fry.

Clark and Lois looked at each other before turning back to us who were enjoying our food, “What kind of story?” Clark asks.

“Does it have a title?” Lois adds to Clarks previous statement.

I nod my head as Lois cocks hers to the side, I ignore her glare, “The title is…” Bruce looks at me and I glance at him, I wipe my hand and then put it on top of him, on the table, “The Waynes expecting their first child together.”

At the same time Bruce and I turn our heads to look at them and both their jaws are dropped, “Your… you're”

“Pregnant.” I said looking at Lois's dumbfounded expression from across the table, “Four months from today, I take off my jacket and stand up, “It's getting to the point where I can't hide it anymore.” 

Lois gapes at the baby bump and jumps up, the dishes on the table bang together when she gets up and wraps her arms around me, “Congrats!” I wrap my arms around her as Bruce and Clark exchange congratulations while me and Lois sit down, “Pictures, ultrasound photos.” 

“You two already have a herd,” Clark points to my stomach, “That kids gonna have a whole village.”

We spend at least two hours talking and we stay long after we've had dessert, Clark forces himself to pay even though we invited them. Lois thinks it was to make a cute and adorable headline, Bruce wants to tell the rest of the Justice League before Lois publishes her article, all is good.

“When are you going to tell the rest of the League?” My hand is wrapped around his as we head up the long driveway into the Wayne mansion. 

Bruce looks at the top of my head, “I should tomorrow Lois wants to get the story out and I want to tell everyone and not have the ones who know me to find out through a paper.”  I nod my head as we approach the door. Bruce leans in and kisses me and suddenly I feel a sensation in my lower adamant, before his lips touch mine I let out a groan. “What?” The door opens, Alfred is standing behind Dick. “What?” Bruce asks again with wide eyes. His hands on my shoulders.

I put one hand on my stomach in a second that felt like an hour, “I think the baby just kicked.” I hear Dicks laugh from inside the home. “Kiss me again.” Bruce leaned in but not before I put his hand on my belly overtop the spot where I had felt the tiny movement.  Our lips touched and when his lips were to mine he smiled looking down our foreheads touching. “I don't think it's like kissing me.”

“Now get inside before you catch a chill.” Alfred said, we both turned our heads and saw Dick running up the steps. “Congratulations.”

We both say thank you to Alfred and once were in bed and in our pajamas, I'm reading a baby book and Bruce is doing research, the door opens, Dick, Tim, Steph, Jason, Cassie and Damian are all standing there, I look at Bruce and pat my head. 

Steph is the first one to put her hands on my stomach, “Where did the dino nugget kick?” She's on the bed between me and Bruce sitting on her knees. 

“Again, it's a no on Dino Nugget.” Bruce says and Dick crawls into bed next to Steph.

Jason and the other three  boys eventually made their way to the bed, cautiously Cassandra approached my stomach, I grabbed her hand slowly and placed it where the baby kicked, and then I felt that little tingle again, and Cassies face lit like a Christmas tree. She grabbed Stephs hand and placed it where hers was. Bruce leaned in and placed his head on my shoulder, I leaned and put my head on his and eventually as the night went on everyone felt the baby kick. Cassie fell asleep on the floor curled up in a ball, Dick and Steph were both in the bed on the end their limbs intertwined. Jason was asleep on the loveseat on the farside of the room, Tim was on the bed but ended up on the floor, and Duke had ended up under the bed. Damian was in the dead center of the room lying on his back. 

A few days later me and Bruce decided on a room for the baby, it was directly across the hall from our room, we haven't decided on a color for the baby room but Lois and Clark gave us a crib, we had also received gifts from the other members of the justice league, Green Lantern gave us a lamp, the flash gave us lighting bolt wall decals,and more gifts from everyone keeps coming. Everyone in the house wants to help us with the room but we wanted to do it ourselves, the kids were out patrolling and I was lying on the floor using Bruce as a pillow while going through paint swatches. “Nothing pink, nothing blue.” I mumble to myself as I flip through more swatches. 

Bruce strokes my hair with one hand while he flips through his pile, “Do we want light or dark?” 

“Light” I say laughing and then sitting up, “It's not the batcave.” I roll my shoulders. Bruce lets out a laugh as he stands up.

“I'll start putting the crib together and you can pick the paint.”

“How do we feel about pastels?” I asked as I shifted my weight, my back was killing me but i'd be damned if i don't get this done before the baby comes. “I like this shade of yellow, but it might be too light.” I go to stand up but I cant, Bruce sees me struggling and comes over to help me, I don't have to say anything but he helps me sit in the rocking chair that was given to us by the Teen Titans. I sigh at the relief and lean back and Bruce analizes me, I hate when he does it but hes a detective finding out whats wrong is his job, “My legs cramp.” I say as another pain rushes from my body as I push off from the floor to rock my chair. 

He drops to his knees gently as possible and slide off my slippers starting with my feet he begins massaging, I let out a moan of relief and then a laugh, “That tickles.” His hand worked over my sweatpant pushing in places that let out relief. I let out another laugh even harder than the first one. I lean forward and Bruce stops, I keep laughing, he looks concerned, “I cant stop… laughing.” He smiles. 

He lets out a laugh, I slide down onto the floor with him and we laugh together in the baby room with parts of a crib scattered everywhere and paint swatches discarded along the walls with a pile of stuffed animals and unopened gifts. We laugh for a few minutes before I start crying Bruce immediately pulls me at my shoulders into his chest, “I hate hormones.” He laughs in my ear, I let out an uncontrollable sob, my face is stained with tears with one hand wrapped around me, placed on my belly, Bruce using his other hand to wipe my tears.

“We heard crying!” Tim shouts as He, Dick, and Steph enter the room.

I try to wipe my tears but they keep coming next thing I know, Dickiebird, Steph and Tim are all on the floor next to us holding me. “We got you.” The five , six of us sat like that for about twenty minutes, until my tears stopped. 

After two days we gave up and decided to let everyone help with the nursery because we were getting nowhere, we had decided on a slightly darker version of the pastel yellow that I had originally picked out, the kids were helping Jason, who was painting designs on the already dry yellow, to paint. Dick and Bruce were putting together the crib. I was sitting in the rocking chair watching everyone, Alfred was hanging a photo with a white cover on it, He was gonna reveal the photo once he got it on the wall but for now it was just a white sheet. 

Alfred hammered the Photo into the wall in the the spot above where the crib will go when its done being built. Alfred leaves the white sheet there when hes done, Jason paints animals along the walls and I'm not sure how much time passes but I make myself useful by opening up all the old justice league gifts. 

Eventually  get up and head to the kitchen where Alffred has laid out snacks and I see Damian sitting alone, “Kid…”

“Am I going to be replaced?” He holds his head up and looks at me, with tears in his eyes, “I was the blood child and now there is going to be another,” he cuts himself off before he gets too emotional.  

“No, you weren't Bruces first kid and certainly wont be his last.” I shake my head looking him, “At the rate Bruce was going when I first met him, I was sure he was going to adopt every kid on the streets who even looked at him.” I put my hand on top of his, “Your just getting another sibling and although that seems like a lot right now trust me, you'll love it.”

Damian pulled his hand from mine and stood up, “If you could not tell father id appreciate it.” With that he walks away and out of the room, I eat a cookie off the tray and head back in the room hoping that boy knows no one in this house is ever replaced, we always make room, we always have room for more. 

I walked back into the baby room, just as Bruce and Dick were propping up the dark shaded crib against the wall. I walked up to it and ran my hand across the wood, “I love it.” Bruce wrapped his arm around my back as Alfred leaned in from the side and pulled the white cloth off from above the crib, it was a photo of the whole family standing side by side everyone was smiling, I turned and saw Bruces smiling face as the baby kicked, he felt it we both laugh, our baby would have its entire family watching over them. 

A few weeks later and Bruce has taken up the habit of talking to the baby, while he puts lotion on my stomach, he was telling a random anecdote and it was putting me to sleep. after, I got to sleep he continues to talk, until I have to get up to pee after that we both go to bed for real. 

I sleep on my left side and he wraps his arms around me, tomorrow I enter the beginning of the final three months. 

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[fearinncrow]

bad dreams // jason todd x reader

summary: jason todd, your boyfriend of 8 months, seems to have bad night terrors when you're not by his side. unfortunately, he seems to have one when you're next to him.

word count: 1396

you're right there, just out of his reach. his heart is pounding in his chest as he scrambles forward, yearning to protect you. alas, jason todd is too late. you fall, only for you to be caught by jason's strong arms before you hit the ground. your attacker escapes as he moves carefully to sit down, cradling you as you whimper weakly.

"shh, shh. it's okay baby, you're gonna be okay." his voice doesn't sound like it belongs to him anymore, it's so broken as you weep softly. "i don't want to die, jay." you croak, blood seeping from your mouth, staining your teeth. he wipes the offending liquid away, smearing if across your cheek as tears block his vision. "you- you're not gonna die baby, you're not gonna die! i can't lose you." he sobbed, clutching your hand in his as he brings you impossibly closer.

your eyes begin to dull as you smile up at him. "i love you, baby." you whisper, and he grips your hand harder, kissing the back of it. "don't get all soft now, w-we're gonna get you out of here! i promise..." he cries, kissing your forehead.

just like that, you're gone. he squeezes his eyes shut, sobbing harshly as he loses his grip of your cold body. when he opens them, he jolts up from his bed, gasping loudly as he observes the familiar room that was his apartment bedroom.

"jason?" he hears, and looks over at you. you're wiping the sleep from your eye as you gaze up at him. your eyes are so soft when you look at him, so full of life. you're alive.

he lets out a happy sob, wiping at his eyes as you sit up. "baby, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up and offering him a hug. he accepts it, swallowing your smaller frame in his arms and holding you tightly as he pets the back of your head with one hand, the other clutching the back of your shirt. "talk to me baby, what happened?" you whisper into his ear as he cries quietly into your shoulder. you'd never seen him so vulnerable, so broken.

"it's just a bad dream, don't worry, baby." he replies, sniffling and pulling back to give you a loving kiss. "it helps to talk about nightmares, jaybird. tell me." you smile softly, kissing him again and running your fingers through his hair to soothe him. he lets out a shaky breath, melting into your warmth as he kisses your neck gently. "i'm so happy you're safe." he murmurs. "jaybird, i wasn't in any danger." you chuckle. "i know, i know. it was just too real for me, i guess." he replies with a soft smile.

kissing his neck softly, you ease him into lying down again, settling in a familiar position where he was holding you close in one arm, and allowing for you and him to use his other arm as a pillow. you kept your arms around his torso, holding him close as you press your foreheads together. he closes his eyes and kisses you softly, explaining how much he loves you. you smile at his rambling, kissing the corner of his mouth. "you're rambling, jaybird." you tease, and he chuckles, voice raspy from crying and rambling.

"i know, i'm just anxious and love you so much." he smiled back. you kiss him, this time on his lips. "i love you too, jaybird." you whisper against his lips. jason hums, kissing you sweetly as he pulls you even closer. "get some sleep baby, you need it." you hum softly, your faces remaining close as you run your fingers through his hair before letting your hand caress his cheek. jason leaned into your touch, keeping your foreheads together as he fell asleep slowly.

you woke up only a few hours later, eyes fluttering open to see jason's pretty features highlighted in the morning moonlight. you take in his relaxed features, rubbing his cheek gently with your thumb. jason stirred slightly, but didn't wake as the tip of his nose brushed against yours subconsciously. you let out a happy sigh, nuzzling closer to your boyfriend. his arm was tight around your waist, keeping you secure against him, whilst the other was stilling being used as your shared pillow with you resting your head on his elbow and him fast asleep on his forearm.

you gently ran your fingers over a scar on his face, kissing his gently before moving your hand to massage his scalp lovingly. he'd never admit this, even on his deathbed, but jason loved when you ran your fingers through his hair, especially the strip he dyed white.

you tense up as he does, letting out a small noise of discomfort before your fingers can touch his hair. you see his face tighten in distress as he squeezes your waist. slowly, you move your hand back to his cheek, watching as his face softens, relaxed. he still seemed to be anxious, despite having fallen asleep. you gently caress his cheekbone, kissing his lips softly. you melt inside as he subconsciously kisses you back, shuffling slightly so you were still secure in his grip. slowly, you started to fall asleep again, your foreheads still pressed together as you lovingly stroke his cheek.

jason awoke at the sound of his phone. grunting and furrowing his brows, he rolled over (your hand falling off his cheek) to hit decline, not even bothering to check his caller. jason moved back and you huddled close to him, "what time is it?" you mumbled, still half asleep. "don't worry about it baby, try and get some more sleep." he whispered back, kissing your forehead gently. you hum, kissing his lips as you slowly started to drift off when his phone rang again.

jason sighed and rolled over to check the caller. "it's just dick." he grumbled, answering his phone and yawning as he said hello. "hey jay, just making sure you're not dead." dick's voice quietly came from the speaker on jason's phone. your boyfriend only grunted, asking his older brother why he had to call at such an early time. "dude, it's like 3pm" dick laughed. you smiled, kissing jason's jaw as he rolled his eyes. "same difference." he shrugged, holding your warm body close.

you press your forehead against jason's jaw, kissing his neck gently. you hear dick asking if you're there, and jason hummed, passing you the phone. "hey dick." you smile, relaxing into jason's body as he moved his other arm to hug you. "hey, baby sis. how's everything." you could hear the smile in dick's voice, he always looked out for you, they all did. "ah, same old. work's just as stressful." you laugh. "aw, it's only up from here darlin'" dick hummed. "say, has jay been alright, he tends to bottle thing up, you should know."

you look up at jason, who kisses your forehead gently. "he's been alright as far as i know, had a nightmare last night but other than that, he's the same old jaybird." you smile, combing your fingers through jason's hair. "damn, i'll speak to him about it if he hasn't told you."

"stop babying me, dick!" jason huffed, and you heard dick laugh loudly. "right, i'll let you go, gotta get damian ready for a doctors appointment." you furrow your brows, "what's up with dames?" you ask, swatting jason's arm when he made a comment about damian being the usual demon he always is.

"just a stomach bug, hopefully. alfred's worried, whilst bruce is all like 'he'll be fine'" dick replied, "i just wanna be sure he's alright." he added on quietly. he really did adore damian, you all did, despite him being a little shit. he was just too uptight around his father. "alright. give him our best wishes." you smile. "will do, babes, see you two around." dick hummed. "see you, dork." you laugh, as the call goes out with dick laughing.

jason took his phone back, kissing you softly. "can we stay in bed for a few more minutes?" he asked quietly, kissing your cheek, then your jaw. "dick said it's 3pm, we can't

waste this whole day." you hum, leaning your heads together. "ugh, dick's the worst." he pouted. you laugh, kissing his lips. "i suppose a few moments wont hurt."

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[alive-and-afraid]

Markiplier Lore, notes.

WARNING SPOILERS!! IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER!!

So, I’m re-watching most of Marks lore stuff because of AHWM, and these are a bunch of interesting notes,tidbits and conversations from Who Killed Markiplier? ,that stood out to me. I hope they help! PS;there is a really good Game Theory episode on Marks lore stuff that you should watch if you haven’t already. Click Here!

Markiplier Lore   Who Killed Markipler?

Asshole Mark says-Life is for the living!, and who knows...I could be dea tommorow! (He knows?) Lightning flashes whenever they say "Murder". The butler says-I'll talk to the other guests. With you, Abe, the Mayor and the Chef in the same room. The only one left is the Colonel, one person, one guest. The Colonel doesn't seem that upset about Marks death. It says "KILL" in the top right corner of the "little buddy" camera next to where it says "SECURITY CAM" as if it should say KILL CAM Abe says- it's almost like this whole shindig of a hootnany was a ruse..." From Wilford "motherloving" Warfstache we know everything goes black and white for Abe's inner monologue. Mark was stabbed 37 times as well as being poisened, beaten,strangled, shot and drowned.In that order. Sure as shit wasn't an accident. Mark and Colonel had a falling out. Colonel- "Life needs a bit of madness,eh,chap?" Colonel-"Well,i'm sure I'm not the first to say that our host had a great deal of enemies as of late. My prying eye might suspect that the people who worked for them might have reason to stabe him in the back. God knows he's a tough son of a bitch to work for." Mayor-"...or worse yet...Mayhaps our counting skills aren't as good as we assume them to be.And mayhaps.... in the shadows of this manor, unseen to any of us, lay hidden...a muderer." Colonel- "I will not be called a muderer in my own home!" Wasn't this Asshole Marks house? Celene-" There's more to this world than you could possibly hope to find, My eyes are open to just a small part of it." Celine-" I've never been very comfortable in this house mut now that i've had my eyes opened, something tells me this hous is surrounded by dark forces." The Groundskeeper doesn't want to go into the house. Abe-Madness..wanna talka about madness? Madness is stealing your best friends wife! Then sqeazing him dry to pay for your sexual expliots with that very woman! Madness is plotting the death of you childhood friend because you cant handle the.." Colonel- It was an accident,I swear!" Paper on the type writer in the office says "the colonel did it the colonel did it the colonel did it" etc Post-it notes in the office say- DON'T TRUST THE SEER and SPIRIT WORLD! Asshole's body (with eyeliner on) says- It's nor fair, isn't it? Damien (mayor) and Celine appear surrounded in red and blue Damien-He took everything from us.He trapped us in here with this broken shell and no way out. Celine-its true. this whole time I thought it was the house but..I never thought he'd fall this far. Damien-and we played right into his hands.He'd been planning this for years and noe that son-of-a-bitch is walking around in my body!- Celine-Damien, we CAN'T do this right now. (to us) Look,I know you have questions and I cant answer everything right now. Just know that Mark (Asshole Mark) took everything from us for his twisted quest of vengeance.But death does not mean the same thing here. Damien-What Celine means by that is..this doesnt have to be the end. Your trapped in here just the same as us, but your body..broken as it may be is still out there. Celine-Mark's not the only one who can use this place to his benefit.The same way that I brought you here,is the same way I can send you back. Damien-But you can't survive on your own.You're dead after all. The Colonel saw to that. Celine-You can't blame him. Honestly, he's a good man.But he's...dangerouse now. Damian-I know this all sounds crazy, and honestly I have no idea what the fuck is going on...But i know that I can trust Celine, and if you trust us.. Just...let me in, we can fix this.Together. Celine-I wont force this on you.You have a choice here.Just know that this is the only way that you can escape. (nod) Celine-Just relax. Damian-This'll work.Promise. The colonel has red suspenders on under his coat. Colonel-...I..I..thought you were dead! I-I-I mean,of course your not dead! You're not-how could you be dead?I mean,I-I wouldn't of killed you..I-I didn't kill you. Imean of course I-I.Of course! I didnt kill anybody I didn't-. (laughing) it was all a joke! Of course it was all a joke! Were you in on this?! Did Damian put you up to this? Of course he did! Damian,where are you, you rapscallion!? Where are you? Celine? Ah, its time to come out now! It was good, It was good. You almost had me! Ha! ha,ha...Celine? Our hand reaches towards Damiens cane, flickering between a mans and a womans. Red and Blue. You look up into the mirror and see Damiens body...wearing eyeliner. The figure cracks his neck and the mirror breaks...turning red and blue. He gives you an evil stare and walks away wtith your body leaving you with a view of the mirror. Abe/Detective-Colonel...(coughing) if you can hear this..You better run.

Happy Theorizing!

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