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eleanore-delphinium · 7 months

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The 'What Ifs' of Death: When Everything Burns

DISCLAIMER: death, open-ending (ish).

I'm pretty proud of how this is written, I hope you enjoyed this piece.

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Damian was looking at the screen, all the love he had for the woman being displayed on it was clear as day. Just as bright as the sunshine passing through the clear windows. The white room is somehow whiter than it should be.

He smiled at her, admiring her beauty, “I can’t wait to see you.” He told her.

Raven was currently in a spaceship flying back to Earth from an off-planet mission. In fact, he was the one who set the mission up, he should have been there but he was told that he was needed on Earth. And so, he stayed.

And the young couple could feel the distance of being many lightyears away from one another.

She smiled back at him, a hand on the screen as if caressing him, “If only I could teleport there with magic, then we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

He chuckled and scrunched up his nose, “It would take way too many trips for you to do that.”

They both laughed. And even through the screen Damian could see her eyes sparkling and he could feel the love she had for him.

He was lean and in his Robin Uniform and she would always tease him to bulk up a little. How the thought of being wrapped around big arms might hit differently for her. He’d tell her that the thought of it was rather tempting. Then he’d proceed to tease her if she wanted his arms as big as her thighs, and laughter would always ensue after a strong embrace.

They’ve been together for five years and they’ve had their fair share of bumps on the road, but God did he love those five years. But that wasn’t when they started liking each other. They liked each other way before they even started dating.

It was admittedly hard for him to admit just how much she made his heart flutter. Acting on these feelings was against his teachings in the League of Assassins– she was a liability– a weakness. But whenever he saw her, he’d forget those sacred teachings.

Just like right now. He wasn’t a trained killer. He was simply the love of her life.

Raven stopped laughing, her mouth opened to say something, the love for the man she was staring at was so very clear.

So clear. So evident.

Then suddenly it was way too bright and then the screen went white.

Loud screaming came out from the lips of Damian who laid on the center of a circular bed that had dark green sheets made of silk. There were black muslin drapes that cascaded from the ceiling on top of the bed down to the floor. The transparency of the black muslin cloth somehow painted a mysterious and dark atmosphere in the already dark room.

It was a cold, dark, and quite empty space despite the gold that glittered at their own little corners.

The man shot up from his bed full of sweat. His eyes, the color of luscious leaves from an untouched forest, were wide. His tanned body was filled with many scars, his bare torso and arms reflected years of fighting. And underneath all the symbols of suffering and torment was a well-toned body. His strong hands gripped his hair.

He was older now, bigger, and in those green eyes, there was nothing but darkness.

Damian al Ghul crouched over as he brought his knees closer. Even after ten years, the horror of that day would leave him shaking. He, whose hands had ended more lives than he could be bothered to count.

He bathed in blood with all the evil he had committed, yet he would still scream like a child at that treacherous memory.

At that time, he was simply talking to the love of his life who just wanted to return home to him, when a blast from out of nowhere killed her and everyone on that ship. She was returning– to him.

He sobbed as he closed his eyes.

It still hurts even now.

And yet, all he could see was her figure behind fluttering eyelids.

It was a mission that he prepared for. He was supposed to be on that ship with her. And yet, he wasn’t because someone told him he was more needed on Earth. He wished so many times that he was aboard that ship, so then maybe, if there was an afterlife, he would be with her too.

That tragedy was the catalyst for him to join the League of Assassins.

He clenched his teeth and glared at the wall, as he inhaled deeply. He calmed himself and with a cold gaze, as if he was not grieving a moment ago, got out of bed, stark naked.

This was Damian al Ghul.

A cold cruel demon.

He grabbed his black robe that had gold details from a chair and put the sleeves through his arms as if it were made of rocks.

His expression was still quite vacant. Though if he was honest, he is nothing but empty since he lost her.

Then the anger came as it always does. He cleared the vanity table in front of him with one sweep of his large arms.

Then the screaming and thrashing of his things followed as it always does.

When he calmed, he was panting, and a hand was on his forehead. His eyes glanced at the empty bed and for the briefest moment. He thought he saw her.

He froze. Tears in his eyes yet again.

Damian inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. And in that moment where he closed his eyes to escape her, he swore he could faintly hear her voice echo through the room.

“You’ve never been this hot-tempered.” Her voice coaxed him, “Calm down, my love.”

He opened his eyes and swore he could see her on that bed with a hand extended to him. But when he blinked again, the illusion was gone.

He could never truly escape her.

His gaze fell to the floor in defeat and when he brought it back up, it was filled with ice.

He wrapped his robe around his body as he walked out of his bedroom.

Damian walked barefoot through the halls of Nanda Parbat. The cold prickling his feet was comforting for him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep again and so he wandered.

His feet brought him to the cold pools of one of his private baths. A bright place that felt rather mocking to the inner darkness and turmoil that he was feeling. He took the robe off as he settled into the coldness of the water fully, holding his breath as he stayed under.

When it was confirmed that the ship, they were in was totally incinerated, he was nothing but a shell. Damian didn’t remember who else was on that ship. All he could remember was Raven and their last conversation.

It was too cruel.

It was a normal call.

He sat there on the bench with vacant eyes, he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it.

What was worse was that they couldn’t even give him her corpse. He wept silently. If he had her body then he could use the pit. He would use it in a heartbeat. Damn, the consequences of using those ugly green waters if it brought her back. He’d revive her, even if it was just to bring him five more minutes with her.

Damian buried his face in his shaky hands, he was still in his Robin Uniform.

The days passed with him clearly out of it. His mind told him to go back to Nanda Parbat. He had nothing here now. They took her from him.

When he came to, he was in the halls of his childhood home.

Home.

What a funny word. His eyes gathered water.

Home was wherever Raven and he were together. That was home. Now no matter where he went and no matter how long he stayed, he knew it would never be home.

“Son?” In came Talia’s cautious voice through the halls, the pain in her green eyes was visible. She had the same-colored eyes as his.

But there was only one eye color he wished to see. Those beautiful eyes that were the color of lavenders.

Arms wrapped around him and whatever control he had shattered. He wept in his mother’s arms like a little boy.

Damian was nineteen when he lost Raven.

One day, months after Raven’s death, in Damian’s bedroom in the League, he pulled out her hairbrush from a box of her things. With his altered mind from the death of his lover and the period he had spent with the League, he wondered if his mother could create a clone of her.

And he kept staring at the brush that had several strands of her hair still there. It should be more than enough.

His mother made clones of him, so why not her?

Then in the very least, he would have her.

Damian inhaled loudly, breaking the silence and his dark thoughts.

Raven would hate him, he thought, but would that really matter?

His green eyes started to become flooded with water again. A frequent occurrence.

If he had a clone of Raven made, it wouldn’t be her. Not really, not exactly. But he’d be able to hold her again, in his arms and keep her safe there.

Despite Damian standing firmly on his feet, he was swaying, eyes still locked at the brush in his hands. His hot tears dripped onto the floor.

It won't be her, not fully, but it would still be her, wouldn’t it?

He was sure his mother could do it. She could. He couldn’t breathe in this big room. He couldn’t breathe properly since she disappeared in a literal flash.

Another loud gasp as Damian pulled himself out of the water. He recalled how often he’d sit on a bench and think of asking his mother to give Raven back to him, even if it was just a fraction of his beloved.

If a clone could fix it all.

He knew Talia al Ghul could do it.

But was it worth it?

Anything was worth it as long as he could see her– be with her. And live out the life they had planned together.

He raised a hand from the water as he bent his head and massaged his forehead.

Raven would hate him.

Maybe.

In some other time, in some other place, violet eyes opened with a gasp from her rosy lips.

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I'm sure there will be questions about the ending. So first, initially it was supposed to be a Raven from another world seeing what happened to a version of Damian in the multiverse. But I thought the open ending was better. It opens the possibility that this Damian did make a clone of her. Or some other thing. So interpretation is up to you. I might even make a short about those other possibilities.

#damirae #damian wayne #raven #demonbirds #robrae #damian x raven #dcamu #damian al ghul #romance #fanfiction #teen titans #robin x raven #death #multiverse #alternate universe #alternate endings

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maccreadysbaby · 7 months

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: dog illness (i’m sorry titus)

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

my exact thought process planning this chapter was “how can i hurt someone without actually hurting someone?” and this is what happened. enjoy bentley trying to figure out feelings (and damian).

part fourteen

❝ A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS ❞

THURSDAY — 7:01AM — DAY 13

BENTLEY WOKE UP TO DAMIAN SHOUTING AT TITUS. Which wasn’t very strange — Damian typically went over commands with him in the mornings before he went downstairs for breakfast. Maybe he was being a little louder than normal, but it didn’t bother Bentley. The clock read 7:02am, so he probably should’ve been getting ready for breakfast anyways.

Bentley begrudgingly pulled himself out of bed and turned the bedside lamp on, shuffling through clothes in the wardrobe. He settled on jeans, a black Nightwing t-shirt (how ironic, right?) and a red jacket that he was pretty sure he saw in a photograph of twelve-year-old Jason Todd in his father’s files. He smoothed down his scraggly red hair with his hands and silently wondered who’d be at the table this morning.

The Wayne’s had been going on patrol again for a few nights, Bentley gathered that much from hearing Damian’s door (among others) open and close at almost three in the morning for the past couple nights. He was glad they were getting back to their rhythm. He’d hate to be the reason the superheroes couldn’t go out. (Even though that was his entire purpose — he tried not to dwell on that.)

“Titus!”

Bentley glanced at the clock, which now read 7:04am, and he wondered if Dick would be staying at the Manor today.

“Titus, I demand you wake up!”

Bentley turned, furrowing his eyebrows and staring at his door. Damian demanded Titus do what?

“Titus, get up!”

A pit formed in Bentley’s stomach as he realized that that didn’t sound very good. Not at all. He moved forward and pulled his door open, gazing out into the empty, dim hallway. Damian’s door was slightly ajar. The rest were closed.

“Titus, cease his bizarre behavior at once,”

He pulled his feet along like they were tied to cinder blocks, really, really hoping he wouldn’t see a dead dog when he opened Damian’s door. Bruce always knocked before he came into Bentley’s room, right? Except for the nightmare, but he guessed that was a special circumstance. He stood outside of Damian’s bedroom for a few quiet moments, trying to decide what to do, but then he decided he should probably just do something if Titus’s life really was on the line like he hoped it wasn’t.

So he knocked on the doorframe, probably a bit too quietly to be heard, but that was okay because he spoke right after: “…Damian?”

There was a moment of silence, so Bentley took a risk and stuck his head inside the bedroom. (An assassin’s bedroom, his brain oh so helpfully supplied.)

The bedroom lights were on, and Damian’s bed was unmade. Bentley had to sweep the room before he spotted the eleven-year-old on his knees next to the massive dog bed in the corner, only wearing the button-up and pants of his school uniform.

“Bentley, go get my father immediately. Something is wrong with Titus,” His voice sounded strained and very un-Damian-like. He didn’t even turn around when he spoke, his hands hovering uncertainly above the dog. Titus was on his side, jerking and flinching rapidly, and he looked like he even might’ve been foaming at the mouth.

Go get Bruce. Bentley could do that.

He turned on his heel and made toward the stairs, a bit quicker than he usually did. He thudded down the stairs, nearly sliding on his socks when he reached the bottom, bee-lining to the dining room, where he assumed Bruce would be. Thankfully, he was.

He and Jason were already at the table speaking in hushed tones. It seemed to be a serious conversation, given their expressions, and Bentley was suddenly torn.

I have more important things to tend to than you, his father’s voice echoed in his head. Maybe Bruce did have more important things. But Bentley wasn’t there for himself, he was there for Damian and Titus, and if his conversation with Jason was more important than Bentley, that was fine. It probably wouldn’t be more important than Damian.

In his usual awkward manner, though, Bentley had been standing in the doorway the entire time he was thinking about it, and Jason and Bruce were both looking at him now.

“Good morning, Bentley. Is everything okay?” Bruce questioned, furrowing his brow slightly.

Bentley looked down at the hardwood under his feet, twisting his hands together. “Somethings wrong with Titus. Damian asked me to come get you.”

Instead of telling Bentley he’d have to wait, or what he was doing was more important, or simply to go away, Bruce stood up on the immediate. “Alright, I’m coming.”

Bentley blinked for a second, then started back toward the stairs. He heard Bruce mutter something to Jason on his way out. He felt bad for interrupting them but decided he shouldn’t apologize. Not yet anyway.

He worked his way back upstairs with Bruce behind him, all the way to Damian’s room. The man walked in without a second thought and made for the dog bed.

“Titus is unresponsive, foaming at the mouth, and convulsing,” Damian listed off the symptoms like a doctor as Bentley idled in the doorway. “He has vocalized a few times but not much. I… do not know what’s happening.”

“It looks like he might be seizing. I’ll have Alfred call the vet and tell them he’s on the way,” Bruce stated, hunched over the dog, doing things Bentley couldn’t see.

Damian stood up. “I’m going with you, father.”

Bruce hummed. “You need to go to school, Damian.”

“I’m not leaving Titus,”

Damian’s voice wavered. It was subtle, but it was there, and Bruce seemed to pick up on it just like Bentley had. The man sighed after a moment.

“I’ll have Alfred call the school, too. You should change out of your uniform,”

Bruce gathered the massive (unconscious?) dog up in his arms and turned toward the door; Bentley promptly got out of the way.

“If you’d like to come, Bentley, you can,” He stated as he walked through the doorway and into the hall. “I know you care about Titus, too.”

And with that Bruce made his way down the stairs, calling out for Alfred. Damian closed his bedroom door.

More options. Did Bentley want to go or not? He might just be an extra person, someone else to get in the way. Bruce seemed to be leaning toward the idea of going alone before Damian insisted he had to go. He didn’t want to be another thorn in Bruce’s side, especially when something bad was happening.

But… the Wayne’s seemed to flock together when bad things happened, like Dick and Bruce when Tim was sick, or when Bentley had a nightmare. He still couldn’t work out why. But if he was trying to be part of the family, he should try to be like them, right?

Wrong. He wasn’t trying to be part of the family. He was trying to destroy it.

With a groan of frustration, he ran a hand over his face. This was all so confusing.

Damian swung his bedroom open, now wearing a hoodie and cargo pants, leaving his room and closing the door behind him. He rushed past Bentley and made for the stairs.

“Damian!”

Bentley was shocked at his own outburst, because he didn't actually know what he was going to say. What he had been planning to do was go in his room and sulk about having to make his father’s plan work, but instead, he was standing in the hallway of Wayne Manor, staring at Damian, who was staring back at him.

“Do you, uh… want me to… come with you?” God, why was it so hard to talk to people?

Damian stayed silent for a second, sending scrutinizing glances to his younger counterpart, but none of them came across quite as cold as he intended. Bentley was seconds from saying nevermind, but then Damian spoke:

“I believe Titus would find that… acceptable. He has a rather positive relationship with you,”

Bentley wasn’t expecting that. But he quickly nodded, jogging into his room and grabbing his gross red tennis shoes from beside the door before hurrying downstairs in his socks.

The front door was open, and Bruce and Alfred were around the car, and it looked like they were readying the backseat for Titus. The big Great Dane was standing now, and Jason was kneeling next to him, ready in case anything happened. The morning sun was just starting to shine on the Manor.

“C’mon, boys, go ahead and get in. Titus can lay with you,”

Bentley followed Damian’s lead, climbing in the backseats of Bruce’s (very expensive) car that had blankets spread across them. A few moments later, Bruce picked Titus up and put him in the seat between them, and he quickly settled in and laid his head on Damian’s lap. His tail was wagging slowly.

Bentley sighed as he pulled his shoes on and tied them. He didn’t know why this was stressing him out — his father had done much worse, and nothing was even happening to him — but he felt that pesky anxiety buzzing under his skin and in his chest again.

Bruce said a few words to Alfred and then hopped in the driver's seat, and the car took off from the driveway and back through the huge gate.

Bentley watched curiously as buildings and trees passed the windows, tentatively stroking Titus’s fur every few seconds. He didn’t know what seizing meant, but if they were rushing him to the pet hospital, he was sure it wasn’t good. Damian was gently petting his head and watching him like a hawk.

And that’s how most of the drive went. Bentley, despite the circumstances and buzzing nerves, was sort of enjoying watching Gotham pass by as they drove, seeing as he’d only ever seen it at night. The screen on Bruce’s dash said they were four minutes out from the vets office when he glanced at it.

Then Titus flinched, and his legs straightened out, and he made a sad little noise as he started to shake.

“Father, it’s happening again!” Damian called. His hands hovered uselessly for a moment again, but then he settled on continuing to stroke the dog’s head. Bentley, albeit being a bit freaked out, patted the dog’s tremoring back a few times.

He suddenly wished he’d have stayed home — this was all kind of scary.

“Stay calm — just keep him comfortable. We’re almost there,”

Titus kept shaking and making weird noises for what seemed like ever, and he was drooling all over Damian’s pants. It took (seven years? Ten years? An eternity?) for the dog to stop shaking and go limp. Then after a few quiet seconds, during which Bentley’s anxiety was through the roof because this dog might be dead, he lifted his head up and licked Damian’s hand. He smiled sadly.

It wouldn’t take a detective to tell the Robin was worried — which was something Bentley never thought he’d see. But he guessed under all the assassin training and big words and super sidekick stuff, Damian was just another eleven year old, right? An eleven year old who’s dog was convulsing in his lap on the way to the vet.

Bruce pulled into the parking lot of a building made of bricks with huge windows decorating the front. There was a big glowing sign above the door that said Gotham Pet Hospital with a blue heart on it. There were a few other cars in the parking lot, but not very many, and Bentley assumed that was good for Titus because there wouldn’t be other pets in the way.

Bruce got out of the driver’s seat and came around to Damian’s door, scooping the (not unconscious, this time) dog up out of the seats. Damian and Bentley climbed out right after.

The cool, damp morning air felt funny against Bentley’s skin. He shivered involuntarily because it had to be like, forty degrees outside, maybe less. The sun was just hanging over the horizon, bathing the parking lot and veterinarian's office in a bright gold that made it look like their saving grace.

Bentley followed behind Damian, who was following behind his father. An older man opened the glass door for them when they approached, Bruce said thank you, and they all filed inside.

The vet’s office was warm. Bentley’s brown eyes flicked across the large room, coming to settle on the colorful chairs that lined the walls, the big reception counter with a dog that looked like Ace painted on it, and two empty door frames on either side of the room, where he assumed the doctors were.

“Mister Wayne?”

There was already a man in a long white coat standing near the front desk. He had graying hair and glasses perched on his nose.

“Yes, hi,”

“Right this way,”

Bentley hardly had time to glance at the little dog with massive butterfly ears a woman in the waiting room was holding before they were whisked off again, through one of the side doors and into the back hallways. The place suddenly became sterile and white apart from a few colorful bulletin boards on the walls.

“Is what I was told on the phone all the information you have?” The man questioned as they turned left into a little room. It had a doctor’s table and a row of cabinets and drawers inside.

“Yes,” Bruce stated as he sat Titus on the table. The dog was so tall he towered over the vet’s head. Bruce turned and pointed at a trio of blue chairs against the wall, and assuming he wanted them to sit there, Bentley did, pulling his knees up to his chest. Damian did not. Instead, he hovered beside Bruce, near Titus’s head.

“Titus, down,” Damian said quietly, and the large dog laid down on the tabletop instead.

“Well trained, I see,” The doctor commented. “Was he put under any stress prior to the episode?”

Bruce glanced at Damian, who shook his head no.

“Has anything out of the ordinary happened, like getting bitten by a tick, or ingesting something poisonous?”

Again, Damian shook his head no. “I inspect him for ticks every time we return to the house.”

“Did he have any other symptoms at all this morning?”

Bruce looked at Damian, who glanced around. “He… seemed dizzy. And he was repetitively walking in circles. I thought he was trying to lay down, but then he fell over…”

The doctor pulled out a few little gadgets and checked things Bentley assumed was his heartbeat and his breathing. He wasn’t sure what most of the tools did, actually — he’d never been to a doctor.

The vet smiled lightly at Damian. “Alright, thank you,” He shifted his attention to Bruce. “Since he’s alert now, I’m going to order a blood test, MRI, and spinal tap to search for inflammation in the brain that might put us on the right track. You can wait here or in the lobby. Will he respond to a stranger’s commands?”

Damian huffed. “Only if you say his name first.”

The vet nodded and made for the door, ordering: “Titus, come.”

The dog looked at Damian, who muttered: “Go.” And then the Great Dane jumped down and followed the doctor into the hall. The door of the room was closed gently.

It felt like eternity that they sat in those three blue chairs. (It was really only about two hours.) Everyone was silent for most of it, except for the few times Bruce tried to reassure Damian that Titus would be okay, which went unanswered. Bentley took to scanning the things in the room and on the walls — the missing pet photographs all organized on a bulletin board, the fliers for nearby dog-shows, training facilities, festivals and the like. There was even a bright pink one for dog swimming lessons. Bentley thought dogs always knew how to swim.

Then he scanned the doctor’s cabinetry. The multicolored smiley-face pens all sticking out of a smiley face cup on the white countertop, the clear bowl of lollipops he was maybe fifty-percent-sure weren’t for dogs, and a little stuffed cat and stuffed puppy with the office’s blue heart symbol staring at them from the other side of the room. He was just imagining how giving a lollipop to a dog would go when the door opened back up, and the vet came back in.

Bentley tensed in his chair between Damian and Bruce. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he was the one at the doctors or anything.

“Alrighty,” The man started, holding a clipboard in his hand. “Test results should be in this afternoon. We’re going to start him on some anticonvulsants for his repetitive seizures. All signs point to him having contracted bacterial encephalitis, or inflammation of his brain, but we won’t start antibiotics until the tests come back positive. The best course of action would be for him to stay here with us for seven-to-ten days to monitor his symptoms, seizures, and reactions to medication, if that’s okay with you, Mister Wayne.”

Bruce nodded immediately. “Yes, whatever you need to do.”

“Thank you. He’s just waking up from anesthesia, but you can come say goodbye to him before you leave, if you want. He was a very well behaved boy.”

He didn’t have to tell Damian twice, he was already standing.

The doctor quietly led them to another room, where Titus was laying on a table, and his eyes were open but he was sort of out of it. Bentley saw Damian deflate the slightest bit when he saw him. He was thankful he was used to watching for cues from his father or he would never know what was going on with Robin.

Damian approached the table warily, gently lifting a hand and stroking him on the head. “Get better, okay, boy?”

Titus’s silver eyes flicked to him, and he made a pitiful, low noise. If Bentley hadn’t been listening so closely he wouldn’t have even heard Damian add a small, nearly inaudible: “Please.”

“I’ll see to it that he is very well taken care of,” The doctor stated, petting Titus gently. “We’ll call you if there are any changes, Mister Wayne.”

“Thank you,”

Damian hesitantly parted with the dog, and Bentley and Bruce both took turns patting his head before they left.

The sun was high in the sky, indicating that they’d been out for at least two or three hours. The ride home was just as quiet and somber as the whole visit had been. Damian merely stared out the window for the entire drive, and Bentley glanced at him occasionally, wishing he had enough confidence to help, but he didn’t. As much as he hated to admit it, he was still afraid of Damian, and when he was upset would definitely be the worst time to bother him. So Bentley opted for the art of silence.

And they were still silent when they got to the Manor, and Damian almost immediately disappeared without saying anything. Bentley felt bad.

What did Bruce do when Bentley was upset? Sit near him? Remind him he was there? Nightwing tried to convince him everything was okay, that he would be alright.

Yeah, but Bentley wasn’t a baby assassin with a sword. Damian would probably stab him if he sought him out right now. Clean through with a katana, with no regrets, most likely.

People were so complicated. At least Bentley knew what to expect from his father.

So Bentley slinked up to his room, wanting to help but hiding instead, petting Alfred the cat and hoping that Titus would be okay so Damian wasn’t sad anymore.

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raphael-angele · 2 years

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Damian Wayne being the Family's Baby Headcanons because he IS baby

Koala. He’s a literal baby koala. I saw this headcanon that he saw on Animal Planet or Discovery Channel how koalas cling onto tree branches and did it to Bruce’s leg. He says it’s so that he can get to where he wants and Bruce just lets him.

Acts like a baby when sleepy. Damian is incredibly honest when he’s sick or half-asleep. There was one time when they were about to patrol and he was on the verge on falling on the ground and sleeping. Bruce told him to go to bed and wanted to bench him. He expected him to refuse and complain, instead, he got Damian making grabby arms and saying in a cute voice, “Papa. Sleepy”. Bruce didn’t go to patrol that night.

Same goes for when he’s sick. Damian doesn’t get sick easily, and when he does, it’s almost nondetectable. He can usually sleep it off or is gone in a few hours. So it came to a shock to the family when one of his brothers came down for breakfast, holding the Baby Bat in his arms, saying he might have a fever. Bruce checked his temperature and knew it wasn’t going to be gone in a few hours. They knew it was serious when Damian started crying, saying he felt uncomfy and wanted someone to hold him.

Has an oral fixation. Damian WILL suck and chew on anything suckable and chewable. Candy? Gum? Sure. But those are the normal things. Dick once caught him sucking/chewing on his gloves while on a stakeout. This also led to Dick believing he also bites his nails and the skin around it. He’d be right. Jason once got him a pacifier as a joke but found him sucking and chewing on the rubber in the library. Because of that, he actually got him a rubber straw set for him to use. When Tim found out about this, he got him those chewable necklaces in hero symbols. He never uses Red Robin symbol, saying it’s because he doesn't like it but in truth, he doesn't want it to wear out.

Plushies. Plushies and Squishmallows everywhere. He has an entire collection of them in his room, which he hides during the day. Bruce has a playpen in the cave made especially for him, that has plushies, books and other toys he might find enjoyable. He cannot sleep or has difficulty sleeping when if there isn't anything to hug. He cried when he couldn't find his Batman squishmallow, which is his first plushie and the one Dick got for him. Which leads me to my next point:

Every single one of the batfam gave him a plushie and/or a squishmallow. Dick got him the Batman one, Jason got him a Red Hood and a panda, Tim got him a bee, Steph got him a crab, and a Red Robin one, Duke got him a cat, Cass got him a sloth. And you guys know those bondage bunnies? Selina got him a black one. And yes, he knows what it is.

Likes velvet or microfiber cloth and blankets. He ABSOLUTELY hates silk. Bruce figured it out when he saw his son in bed with his silk blanket on the floor. When he put it on him, he threw it away. So he got him another blanket. His favorite napping place is the library windowsill or the living room sofa.

Onesies. Batfamily onesies. He has one of each of the batfamily uniforms. The one he uses most is Red Hood because it has an actual hood, besides his own. He has animal onesies, too. But he likes wearing the batfam versions better.

He doesn't like loud noises. Everytime they're on patrol, Bruce would pack an extra set of earplugs for Damian. In missions that involve flying, they'd have Damian wear headphones for most of the flight to cancel the noise from the engine or anything loud. This also includes when there's construction nearby.

He has a personal playpen in the batcave. And by playpen, I mean an actual playpen with stuffed toys, blankets, kinetic sand box, fidget toys, playmat, electronics like his switch. He even has a video player for cartoons and movies. They put him there before patrol to make sure he's in a good mood and after patrol to make him calm down from rush

He likes to braid Steph's and Babs' hair. When he's benched from patrol and Steph or Babs is looking after him, he'd get bored and they'd let them play with their hair. And he likes it cuz Talia used to let him do it to her.

Sometimes, when they go out at daytime, he'd need to put on sunglasses cuz the sun hurts his eyes. His domino mask also has an auto control for brightness based on the surroundings. He's not allowed in clubs either due to flashing lights and loud music. Fireworks are a no no too.

Whenever they go to the mall, they have to tie his wrist to theirs. Either this, or they leave him in the petting zoo.

He will sneak into their bed at night. Doesn't matter if he had a nightmare or not, he will do it

He likes the smell of newly watered dirt/ground, pine, sandalwood, and earthy smells.

He likes being carried. Despite what he says, he likes being carried everywhere.

#dc comics #damian wayne #dc #robin #batfam #batfamily #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman

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blackink-onpaper · 11 months

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The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

Masterlist 🖤

Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Jack, Damian, OC, smut, nsfw, team Starbreaker, team Excalibur, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think :)

Chapter 12

My lips trembled with emotion, no one has ever spoken to me this way, but then again no one ever considered asking me anything: even my parents considered themselves a priority over me. I was just a money-making tool for them. Even with the Starbreaker deal. Though he was cruel and vicious, Damian was kind enough to show me what my life actually was: anything but mine. And it never was. The choice was never mine.

“Well?” He purred, raising an eyebrow: “What’s it gonna be, Princess?” he said the last word in a particularly mocking tone.

I leaned in and kissed him, my eyes closed and my knees weak from fright. At the same time I felt a freedom I’ve never felt before: I couldn’t deny my attraction to Damian any longer, even if this got me humiliated and kicked out of Hades I needed to release my emotions: I needed to acknowledge there was always something captivating about him that I kept pushing away because of Julian and my parents.

Damian broke away by taking a step back, and when I opened my eyes I saw a face I would never imagine Damian making - his eyes were wide, but his irises shrunk from disbelief and his lips parted in shock. I broke into a silent sob: I fucked up. I fucked up so much. My knees gave way, and I slowly sunk to the floor.

“Impossible…” he uttered: “you… you called me cruel, you… hate me?” his voice was shaking, there was no confidence or malice from earlier left in his words.

“I don’t hate you” I sobbed: “I was in denial of how attractive I found you.” The truth just spilled out of me, like the cursed box after Pandora opened it.

“But…” his voice and stature recovered a little: “you cried after I defeated Julian?”

I looked up at him without saying anything, my heart sunk in my chest. He just stood there, looking absolutely confused, frozen like a statue. I decided to get up and leave, to pack my things and leave before things got any more embarrasing, any more unbearable. Slowly lifting myself up from the ground, I sighed and wiped the tears away from my eyes:

“I’m sorry. I will leave now.”

Damian marched over, the gleam back in his eyes: “No you won’t, kiss me again.”

I managed to let out a gasp before embracing him, our lips reuniting again. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that made it even sweeter. Slowly, step by step, I pushed myself into him, making him in turn step back towards the bed until he tripped backwards and flopped onto the crisp white sheets. I climbed on top of him, feeling the heat picking up from underneath my jeans. I kissed his neck all over even though his choker was in the way, and slowly lowered my hips down onto his. His breathing picked up as my hands ran through his soft hair; I couldn’t get enough, I wanted to immerse myself into him, he was irresistable. I felt a bulge underneath my jeans, and just when I was going to kiss him again I realised his hands were not caressing me anywhere. I opened my eyes, and saw his curious but frightened expression:

“I want you...” I panted: “So bad.”

He lifted himself onto his elbows: “I… I’ve never been with a girl before.” He utttered this so quietly, I could never have even imagined I’d hear him this embarrassed. I pushed him to lay down again, and then removed my top: “If you want me to, I’ll guide you.”

He nodded slowly, and I got up to unzip my jeans, sliding them down slowly to get his reaction to my black lace thong. His eyes were full of lust, but I could tell he was still hesitant. I helped him unzip his uniform, giving him kisses all along his neck and shoulders. He was very defined, but thin, his skin pale as if it never saw the sun. After undoing my bra, I guided him on top of me, letting my hands roam across his back until I felt some strange shapes on the centre of his back, on his spine.

“Arrangement” he whispered into my ear with a low, barely audible groan because he accidentally grinded against me while I slid my thong off.

“Are you ready?” I whispered back. As a reply, he kissed me with force, pushing my head into the pillow. I brushed my inner thighs against his sides as I slid my feet up to his black boxers, slowly sliding them off and grabbing his warm throbbing cock with my hand and sliding it down my wet, tender pussy until it reached the epicentre of my heat.

“Enter.” I whispered into his ear, and he obeyed; immediately sliding himself into me, cautiously at first, but groaning with pleasure after passing the enterance. I gasped and whimpered at the sensations: “oh yes… yes Damian.”

He was slow and cautious, moving in and out at different paces while looking at me for approval: “Damian… more” I panted before he picked up the pace. I moaned like a little slut who got exactly what she craved, resting my feet on the back of his calves. I felt so soft and sensitive in his hands, and so greedy:

“Don’t stop… please don’t stop” I moaned, pushing my hips up against him to get more friction while he was thrusting mercilessly into me until he suddenly stopped, looking at me mischeviously:

“Beg for it.” He said in his famous condescending tone, with a smirk.

“Please!” in my heat I wanted to waste no time, grinding myself against him impatiently.

“Please… what?” He purred into my ear and pushed my hips into the mattress with his so I couldn’t move them anymore.

After a groan from his force, I realised he wanted me to stroke his need for dominance: “Please…fuck me…”

He softly put his hand around the back of my neck, just holding me with no pressure added, and picked up the pace while looking me in the eyes. I tried my best to keep the contact, but my eyes slowly rotated back into my head out of the pleasure that was taking over me. I released a long sigh as I was approaching my climax, but I opened my eyes and gasped when he finished suddenly. He was panting, and remained inside as his cock pumped his warm seed into me, sweat dripping down his fringe. I also breathed heavily, and slid my hand down between us to finish myself off. He watched me carefully, with focus and curiosity. I enjoyed his gaze, and kept it while I was stroking my clitoris with his cock still inside, slowly arching my back in pleasure until my walls came together in climax, announced by another long sigh.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw him grinning back at me as if he was both mesmerised by what had just happened, and incredibly satisfied with himself. With my walls still pulsing in pleasure, I pulled him into another kiss.

#beyblade #beyblade smut #beyblade fanfiction #smut fic #damian hart x reader #oc #damian hart #team starbreaker #anime #beyblade jack #julian konzern #beyblade gingka #gingka hagane #smut #beyblade fic #team excalibur

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CW: vampire AU, gun violence (brief), blood, “death” of a child (implied resurrection)

1,757 words

Vampire Bruce Wayne; Damian Wayne; brief appearance of Dick and Tim

Hi so ehm. I wrote the vampire Bruce and Damian idea;; I don’t know how I wrote this much in one night,, guess I’m becoming more of a fanfic writer than I thought. Unbeta’d and written in a couple of hours. Let me know if the formatting and stuff is broken because there’s meant to be a bunch of italics throughout

He smelled the blood before he processed the sound of the gunshot.

It was as if the air went still. Everything around him went silent; whether the deafening bang had knocked out his hearing or he simply wasn't taking anything in, he couldn't tell. A chill ran through his bones and he was afraid to turn around.

Stiffly, he did.

Damian stood a few yards behind him. His expression was blank, pink lips quickly fading to a dusky paleness as they rested slightly agape. Though feet were planted firmly on the ground, it was like his upper half was suspended by strings, ready to drop at a moment's notice.

Blood dribbled down the left breast of his uniform from a ragged hole in his chest. Damian's eyes slowly lifted to meet Bruce's, and his vision swam behind the lenses of his cowl.

Damian swayed, and almost without realizing he had moved, Bruce was running to his side.

"ROBIN!" The moniker ripped painfully from his throat in a voice Bruce hadn't heard in a long time; not since he kneeled in the smoldering rubble of a warehouse.

Once again he was kneeling, sliding across the concrete and ignoring the resulting burn across his shins just in time to catch the boy as he collapsed. He hooked his arm around Damian's back to ease him down, legs folding beneath him as the katana slipped from his fingers. Bruce felt blood soak into his sleeve.

He was distantly aware of Dick and Tim rushing past to dispatch the perpetrator, hearing the clatter of the gun hitting the ground, but he didn't care about any of that right now. He couldn't. Not when Damian lay in his arms, staring up at him through the domino mask perched on his paling face.

"Damian– Damian–" Bruce couldn't find words, could think of nothing to do but say his name, until he eventually found it in himself to breathe a quiet, "it's okay, it'll be okay." There was a dazed confusion in the boy's dark eyes and a wrinkle formed between his brows. His head shakily tipped down to try and look himself over but Bruce was quick to pull him back again. "No, no, Damian, look at me– just look at me, alright?" A gloved hand danced uneasily around him, brushing back black hair that had fallen over his face and stroking the top of his head.

Bruce's gaze flicked over the sinister dark blotch spreading through the red fabric; his gut clenched and he had to stop a sob at the sight of the gaping hole in his chest. The hole in his boy's chest. Blood steadily spilled to the surface with every pulse of ruined muscle, a quiet rush of a sound, inescapable as it filled Bruce's ears.

He was so small. It wasn't often that Bruce really noticed it. Damian's attitude usually made up more than enough for his size, like a bird ruffling its feathers to make itself look bigger than it was to a predator. In the few short months since Talia had left the boy with him, there were really only a handful of times when he paid it much attention, like when he'd had to buy him clothes or watched him playfully-not-so-playfully fighting with his new brothers.

Now, it was all he could notice. It was all he could think as he felt a soft cheek squish against his hand, cold and clammy; it was all he could see when he looked at the ugly exit wound, so big against his narrow chest; it was all he could feel as he cradled him, his small frame that rattled with each breath so tiny against Bruce's body, bones digging into his arms even through the costumes. This was his boy, his little boy, more fragile than he'd ever thought possible.

Damian's lips parted. "-a–.. fa…" Aborted sounds of barely formed words were all that came out and Bruce felt his stilled heart shatter. The boy's eyes narrowed to fight the blur overtaking his vision, but even through his haze, understanding was slowly coming across his features. This time Bruce couldn't stop the sound that bubbled up from his chest, forced past his lips.

"It's okay, Damian," he whispered, trying to force a smile as he fought back the quivering tugs at the corners of his mouth. Damian's lip now shook as well, and his nostrils twitched as his eyes became shiny and waterlogged. Bruce knew he saw through the lie. Still, Damian's hand reached for him; Bruce took it without a second thought and held it tight to his chest.

Somewhere beyond him, he sensed the other two had returned, but they didn't come any closer. Bruce didn't lift his head. Nothing existed at that moment but himself and the child in his arms. His child, whose hair he kept brushing back as his eyelids hung lower and lower, who he kept muttering comforting lies to even when he could see the recognition fading from his face, whose bundled cape soaked up Bruce's tears when they fell with delicate plips. A son he didn't even know he had a few months ago, let alone one who he could be around for. His son who should never have even been here, who shouldn't have been led down this path, whose life he'd already missed so much of and now he would never see the rest of it–

Damian was heavier in his arms than he had been. His fingers were limp in his grasp. Bruce could barely see his face through his tears, but he knew that the old notion was a lie. Damian didn't look like he was resting; there was nothing peaceful about his boy's dulled face. Shallow breaths still inflated his chest, but his eyes didn't move behind his eyelids, twitching almost invisibly like he was trying to fight the heaviness.

No.

Bruce couldn't do this. He couldn't lose a son. Never again.

He pulled Damian in closer against himself, moving with a feverish urgency to cradle him closer. The jostling made him stir – what little consciousness was left – and he let out a breath that was barely a sound. Bruce could only offer comfort by the firm hand planted on his shoulder, arm propping the young hero's neck up.

Determination filled him now, fighting back the fearful shaking that wracked his body and just about keeping it at bay. He lifted his free hand to his mouth, tearing the glove off with his teeth to bare his wrist and tossing it aside. There was a swift pain in his jaw, so frequent he hardly felt it anymore, and his fangs descended. There was no eager hunger to satisfy though.

They tore into his wrist with ease, ripping skin and opening veins; Bruce hardly grunted at the pain. Bitter, cold blood filled his mouth and he pulled away to spit onto the ground, before again turning his attention to the fading boy in his arms.

There was only a moment of hesitation before he remembered that he'd already made his decision; a decision that Damian couldn't make for himself. He only prayed he'd made the right one.

He shifted his other arm and Damian's head tipped back. Then he pressed his bleeding wrist to his lips.

His reaction was faint, but immediate. His eyelids fluttered once more, a losing fight to look around him as dark blood dripped onto his lax tongue and down his throat. He groaned and his fingers twitched in Bruce's lap, but Bruce held fast, wrist locked in place and watching to make sure that Damian's mouth caught as much of it as possible.

"It's alright," he cooed quietly, stroking his thumb over the other's shoulder. His cheeks were tacky and wet and his lips still quivered, but he fought to maintain that defiant (or maybe denying) smile, even if his son couldn't see. "It'll be alright, Damian. It'll be alright, you're okay. Just drink, that's a good boy…" His utterings continued as the blood dripped, flow slowing as the skin began to stitch itself back together. It would be enough; it didn't take much.

When the bleeding had all but stopped, he pulled his wrist away, returning his hand to Damian's head to gently cup it closer. After that… there was nothing he could do but wait. Sit quietly, rocking his son back and forth and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Whisper a chorus of I'm sorrys and please forgive mes as the last traces of strength ebbed from Damian's body. Hold him tight and weep as the rush of blood through him slowed to a stop.

He didn't know how long it was before a warm hand settled on his shoulder, and another arm wrapped around the back of his neck. None of them said a word; there was nothing any of them could say to make the scene any easier. Bruce couldn't bear to hear their opinions at that moment either. He'd done what he'd done, for better or for worse. They wouldn't know which it was for some time.

Eventually he shrugged the comforting arms off of him and raised a hand to unfasten his cloak, pulling it off. With one hand, he draped it over Damien's shoulder, wrapping it around his back and tucking it closed over his front as if to hold in the last of his dissipating heat. It also hid the ugly darkening stain soaking the vest of his costume. It completely swamped him, long enough to drape past his feet, boots just poking out through the split in the middle.

Wordlessly, Bruce stood, hooking his other arm under the boy's knees to haul him up. His head slumped against Bruce's breast, and there was no resistance in his body, all muscles slack and loose. His arm hung from his side, only held up by the cloak wrapped around him.

Tim had taken it upon himself to call the Batmobile, which quietly rolled up to them as they walked in sombre silence.

Bruce wouldn't spend his night in the Batcave as he often did. The following hours would see him at Damian's bedside; cold hand in cold hand; the cloak still wrapped around him; the plush bear he would never admit to liking tucked against his neck. The sun would rise, creep through the gap in the curtains as Bruce sat on the floor, slumped against the bed frame, and he wouldn't move. Until Damian's fingers twitched in his grasp again, he would wait; and hope he could be forgiven.

#dc #fanfic #dc fanfic #vampire batman #vampire Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Robin #Batman #Bruce Wayne #dc comics #angst #tw: death #tw: gun violence #batfam #vampire au #i will make batman and vampires a problem for everyone around me 🔪#fanfiction #Danfic

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picking teams- chapter 5: janis

HAPPY MEAN GIRLS DAAAAYY WOO

welcome to two bonus chapters that i’m definitely only posting for mean girls day and definitely not because the halloween chapter is the only thing i have lined up for halloween this year but i fucked up the scheduling and this is the only way to get it out on time wooo!!

tw for

drugs/alcohol

drugging/roofies

general sexism

general homophobia

mild violence

attempted r*pe

and as always please let me know if i’ve missed something so i can add it in :)

enjoy!

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“Morning, Papa,” Janis yawns when she comes downstairs for breakfast. She wishes she had a way to stop being so exhausted in the mornings. It’s some of the only real time she gets to spend with her father.

“Morning, rock star,” her dad greets. Janis gets herself a bowl of cereal and pours the last mug of coffee her dad made. She sits next to him at the table and yawns at her breakfast.

Janis pushes her Cheerios around her bowl for a moment, taking a single bite to stall for time. She takes a deep breath before she asks, “Do you think you can come to my game tonight?”

“Shit, is that tonight?” her dad asks. Janis feels her heart sink, and she nods.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” she says.

“No, stellina, no,” her father says. “What time does it start?”

“Six.”

“Let me make some calls,” her father says. “I might be late, but I’ll be there.”

“Really?”

“Really. I haven’t… I haven’t been there for you nearly enough, since…” her dad sighs, trailing off before he finishes his sentence. “I’ll be there if I have to bring my clients along and have my meetings in the bleachers.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Janis replies. She grins sheepishly at her cereal when he ruffles her bedhead and kisses the top of her head.

“No problem, Janny,” he murmurs. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” Janis says.

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Damian picks her up that morning, and almost chokes at her getup.

“Shut up,” Janis grumbles as she tosses her backpack in the backseat. “We have to wear this.”

“I know, I just never thought I’d see you looking like such a jock,” Damian teases. “You’re even wearing pants!”

“Jersey doesn’t work with the tights,” Janis sighs, tugging at the uncomfortable denim of her black jeans. “Or the jacket.”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Damian replies. He glances briefly at the white long sleeved undershirt she has on beneath her blue jersey, but doesn’t mention it. They both know why it’s there. He doesn’t need to bring it up unnecessarily.

“Surprised you don’t have a bow,” Janis chuckles, looking at her friend in his cheer uniform.

“I ordered one,” Damian says. Janis isn’t terribly surprised. “My hair isn’t long enough for the clip.”

Janis looks in the backseat when he motions vaguely in that direction, seeing the bow clipped to the handle. She undoes it and folds down her mirror. Damian looks at her in confusion as she ties her hair back into a ponytail and clips the bow to her hair tie.

“I think that means we’re dating now,” he jokes. Janis laughs and flips the visor back up.

“Really? I thought you have to wear my jersey for that,” she says.

“I think it goes both ways,” Damian replies easily.

“Well, we are soulmates,” Janis sighs. “I might as well wear this.”

“It suits you,” Damian says. Janis rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, right.”

“It does! It goes really well with your hair,” Damian says. “And all the blue works really well with your eyes.”

“I thought I told you to stop complimenting me in earnest,” Janis grumbles.

“How else are you gonna learn how to take compliments?”

“My plan was just to avoid them at all costs.”

“Yeah, let me know how that works out for you.”

“I will, thank you.”

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Janis grows increasingly anxious all day. She’s had loads of practice. Too much, if you ask her muscles. But she still has an entire team to lead. An entire team of high school boys that don’t like her very much.

She wonders how Damian feels. He literally has to carry the weight of an entire life on his shoulders for a few moments. And how does Cady feel? Being head cheerleader must be difficult. Janis doesn’t know that she could handle being tossed around so much. Or having Regina as her team captain.

She blinks and the day is over. She’s in the locker room, hiding in the bathroom stalls to get changed so nobody can accuse her of anything unsavory. She likes to think these girls aren’t all under Regina’s thumb, but she can’t risk it.

She rushes past them when she has all her padding on, eyes firmly on the ground as she has her helmet in one hand and her water bottle in the other.

“Good luck,” someone whispers to her just before the door closes behind her. Janis turns briefly, and sees Cady shoot her a small smile before continuing to touch up her makeup. Janis smiles back and jogs out to the field to get warmed up.

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Janis bounces on the balls of her feet as they wait behind their school banner for the cheerleaders to finish their opening routine. She tries to focus on the game ahead and not how adorable Cady looked in her uniform.

Doesn’t quite work.

She startles when her teammates start to run, bursting through the banner and onto the field. She picks up the pace after them, and heaves a sigh as she sets foot on the turf for the first game of the season. Her ears are ringing so loud she can barely hear the cheerleaders and fans whooping for them in the stands.

Janis adjusts her helmet and looks around the bleachers, scanning for the face she wants to see most of all. She shakes her head when she doesn’t see her father there, and tries to snap herself out of it. He said he’d be here, so he will. He’s just late.

She slips her mouthguard in, and they’re off and running.

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It goes well for the first half. Their opposing team is pretty mediocre, but Janis and her teammates keep making stupid mistakes and allowing the other team to score. They’re only up by three points at halftime, so it’s really anybody’s game.

Janis pants for breath as she chugs her water down, trying to formulate plans for the second half of the game in her mind. She’s distracted watching the cheer routine go down in the meantime.

She’s seen bits and pieces of their practices, but never the whole thing all the way through. I can watch and think at the same time.

Janis chokes on her water at the first move they make. Damian is in the middle with a small group of other bases, doing the dance-y parts of their routine while the other squad members get into formation on either side of them. Cady suddenly runs up to him, does some sort of handstand, and is in the air above Damian’s head.

“Holy shit,” Janis whispers as Cady continues cheering, her feet a solid eight feet off the ground. Her heart stutters in her chest as Damian tosses her even higher, but Cady just twirls to the ground and lands securely in her bases’ arms.

She’s confused when Cady suddenly runs to the far end of the field and Regina runs to the other, but continues watching. All their teammates get into a line, doing more dancing and yelling something Janis is too exhausted to understand.

Cady suddenly takes a running start and starts flipping down the entire length of the field, twirling and spinning and flying and flipping and god Janis is dizzy just watching her.

“I bet she’s real flexible,” Janis hears Shane tell the other football players behind her. “Probably great for doin’ it.”

“Totally,” another boy nods. “Wonder if she’s taken.”

“Does it matter? I’m totally gonna get some tonight,” Shane says. Janis feels the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

“Oman, shut the fuck up. We need to talk about the next quarter,” Janis calls. “Defense, we gotta step up our game, they’re getting through us too easily. They suck, but we keep doing dumb shit and letting them get the beat on us.”

She hears Shane grumbling under his breath about being so rudely interrupted and told what to do by a girl, of all things. Oh, the humanity.

Janis ignores it.

What she can’t ignore is the missing person in the bleachers. He said he’d be here. Why isn’t he here?

She shakes her head again and continues with the plan, then starts the huddle and runs back onto the field.

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Janis tries, but she’s so rattled by everything happening around her that her plan rapidly goes to shit.

The other team is gaining on them, and they’re tied all through the fourth quarter. Janis is in no man’s land now.

She takes a glance at the scoreboard. Tied game, and… thirty seconds left.

She hears someone call, “Sarkisian!” and turns, throwing her hands up to catch the ball her teammate has passed her.

Aaron yells for her to pass to him. Time slows down.

Aaron is close to the end zone, he wouldn’t have to run far if she passed to him. It’s what she’s supposed to do, after all.

But the other team is rushing to the both of them, and Janis doesn’t have a clear shot. Does she play it safe and run it to the end zone herself, or take the risk of passing?

Aaron nods when she holds up the ball and chucks it in his direction as hard as she can. Aaron catches it, has it in his grasp, starts to run… and trips.

The other team, and some of their own, is on him in a second, piling on top of him in a mad scramble for the ball. Janis runs over, taking advantage of her slightly smaller stature to dive in.

The roar of the crowd echoes in her ears as she emerges from the pile with the ball firmly in her grasp and is off like a shot towards the end zone. The coach may have put her on the team for her arm, but she’s certainly not a bad runner.

She watches the grass turn blue beneath her feet, and slows to a stop. Her team rushes up around her, doing a weird cross between a huddle and a group hug. They won. She won.

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“Janis, that was amazing!” Damian says when she runs up to him in the parking lot. “God, you should have seen the crowds!”

“I’m shaking,” Janis laughs, holding up her hands so he can see.

“Adrenaline,” Damian chuckles with a knowing nod. “I’m so proud of you.”

“So am I,” a voice says. Janis whirls around to see her dad and sister standing there, clad head to toe in blue and yellow.

“Dad!” Janis says, running to hug him. “I-I thought you didn’t make it.”

“I promised I would,” her dad says, gently pinching her cheek. “I sat on the wrong side, I was with the other team’s fans. And I think my life may be in danger now, they really didn’t appreciate me cheering you on.”

“Oh,” Janis chuckles. “You might wanna run, then, I think they’ll be following you out soon.”

“You coming with us?”

“There is a party to celebrate the season starting, if you wanna go, Jan. I was going to,” Damian says. He leans into her and whispers, “And so is Cady.”

“Can I?” Janis asks, looking at her dad.

“Of course. Just make good choices, and call if you need me.”

“Okay. I’ll probably sleep over at Damian’s, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Janis says, giving her dad and sister hugs. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” her dad says, leading Stevie through the parking lot.

Damian smirks as Janis climbs into his car. “What?”

“I have a new trick,” Damian hums. “Just have to tell you Cady’s gonna be somewhere, and there you go.”

“Hey!” Janis huffs. “I would’ve gone if she wasn’t. I go to parties sometimes.”

“Yeah, and you never stay longer than half an hour,” Damian retaliates.

“I never need to. I can find girls or get wasted in plenty of time,” Janis says. Damian rolls his eyes.

“Let’s just stick around for this one, please?”

“Fine,” Janis grumbles.

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The music is so loud Janis feels like her bones are shaking. She hates parties. She has since Regina switched from the ones they had in middle school; casual sleepovers with pizza and movies, to ones like this; drunk people and too-loud music the smell of weed lingering in the air.

She pours herself a cup of punch as soon as she walks in the door, before it can be spiked with something other than booze and become unsafe for human consumption. Damian manages to worm his way through the swarms of people, and finds them a spot on the couch.

So, they people watch, listening to the music shaking the entire house.

Janis tries not to, she really does, but Cady is still in her cheer uniform and varsity jacket and adorable ponytail complete with a ridiculous bow and how is Janis not supposed to sneak the occasional glance in her direction.

She tries extra hard to stop when she sees her making an awful lot of conversation with Aaron Samuels.

Cady’s giggling at almost everything he says, even twirling the end of her ponytail around her index finger. Janis gags a bit into her punch.

She talks with Damian for a while, losing track of time and getting just shy of tipsy. A bit of a buzz is plenty for her. She got really drunk for the first time when she was twelve. That was enough.

When she looks back to Cady, she’s alone, staring off into space. Janis looks around and sees Aaron talking to none other than Shane Oman, class douchebag.

“Hey, man, I think Regina was looking for you outside. Said something about getting the keg set up,” Shane says.

“Shit, can’t it wait?” Aaron sighs. “Fine. Will you tell Cady I’ll be right back? The new girl?”

“I got you, bro,” Shane nods. Aaron nods back in thanks and heads to the backyard.

Janis focuses on Shane. His words from earlier echo in her head. Does it matter? I’m totally gonna get some tonight.

She watches as he pours a large cup of punch first. He heads over to Cady only then, offering her the cup and saying something Janis can’t hear. Cady takes it trustingly and gulps down a couple mouthfuls.

Janis tries to shrug off her worry, turning and talking to Damian again.

“Welcome back,” Damian teases. “How’s the land of the lesbianism treating you?”

“Shut up,” Janis scoffs. “Like you’re any better any time you see a slightly cute boy.”

“And you tease me about it just as much,” Damian grins, taking a sip of his water. He glances where Janis was looking, and seems confused. “What were you even looking at?”

“Nothing,” Janis says, looking back to where Cady… was. “Uh… take this, I’m gonna… go pee.”

“Thanks for sharing,” Damian sighs, waving her off. Janis rushes in the direction Cady disappeared to, shoving her way through a sea of half-drunk high schoolers.

“Hey, have you guys seen Cady?” she asks a group of people apparently trying to figure out how to kiss each other all at once.

“Who?”

“New girl, Africa, red curly hair. She’s a cheerleader,” Janis says, growing increasingly desperate.

“She went upstairs,” one of them says. “I wouldn’t follow her. She’s about to get it gooood.”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” Janis hisses, running up the stairs. She doesn’t think she’s ever been here, she has no idea how to get around. She throws open the first door she sees, and walks in on someone having what seems like a very severe series of problems in the restroom.

The next three doors are about as helpful, just various amounts and genders of people hooking up or throwing up. Or both.

Janis throws open the last door on the left. Her relief at finding Cady is short lived.

She’s on a bed, pinned down by Shane, his hand held over her mouth as he pulls her skirt down her legs. Her top is already hoisted up, bunched uncomfortably around her shoulders. Cady’s still awake, but something is… wrong. Why isn’t she moving?

“Hey!” Janis yells, deciding to forgo everything she’s learned about her personal safety. “The fuck are you doing to her?”

“For fuck’s sake!” Shane yells. “I’ve fucking had it with you, I was just about to get some!”

“Yeah, well, we don’t always get what we want, do we? Now answer me,” Janis demands. “What. Were. You. Doing. To. Her?”

“What does it look like?!” Shane insists.

“It looks like she’s drunk out of her mind and you forced her up here, you fucking dick weasel,” Janis says. “You got one more chance.”

Shane just smirks.

“You sick son of a bitch,” Janis says. She channels everything she’s learned about tackling so far, pouncing on the much larger boy and taking him down. She has the element of surprise on her side, and manages to knock him to the ground.

“Bitch!” Shane roars when she punches him between the eyes and in the teeth, spitting a mouthful of blood at her. Janis blinks in disgust, and pulls a hand away to wipe her eyes.

Shane takes advantage of her distraction to free his hand and punch her solidly in the eye. Janis gasps in pain and does the only thing she can think to do.

Lift up a knee. And return it to his nuts.

Once Shane is effectively incapacitated for the time being, Janis roots through his jacket pocket. She pulls out a small vial of a clear liquid, labeled GHB.

“You fucking roofied her?!” Janis yells.

“Man, don’t you get it? You’re a fucking lesbo, that means you like pussy too,” Shane says, around a few groans of pain.

“No, it means I like women,” Janis corrects. “And I can get what I want on my own, without dosing a girl’s fucking drink.”

Shane sighs in relief and tries to stand when Janis scrambles off of him, but Janis gives him another solid kick in the nuts, and one in the face for good measure.

“If you ever show your face around school again I will show you the meaning of hell and fucking love it,” Janis spits, grabbing his shirt and getting as close to his bleeding face as she can stand to. “Scumbag.”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials Damian’s number as fast as she can.

“Jan? Where the hell did you go, it’s been, like, twenty minutes!”

“I don’t have time to explain, just find Aaron and come to the guest room. Upstairs, last door on the left,” Janis says hastily.

“What? Aaron?”

“Just fucking do it, Damian, this is serious!” Janis yells before hanging up. She heads over to the bed and to Cady. “Hey, Cady, can you hear me?”

“Please… no,” Cady says quietly, slurring and looking at Janis with unfocused, glassy eyes.

“I’m not gonna do anything to you, I promise, I’m just here to help,” Janis says soothingly. “I’m gonna put your clothes back on.”

“Help,” Cady mumbles, looking around frantically. She’s so dosed up that it looks like she’s moving underwater, her eyes red and glassy and her movements almost slushy.

Janis winces and gently pulls her skirt back up, trying not to make prolonged eye contact with anything. Damian comes bursting in with Aaron just as she’s tugging her shirt back down.

“Jesus, what happened?!” Aaron yells.

“Shane fucking dosed her drink,” Janis huffs. “GHB. She’s high out of her mind, she can barely speak. Aaron, you handle him. Dame, we have to get her to a hospital.”

“Hey, wait, I can-” Aaron stutters, rushing over to them.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Janis roars. “Listen, Aaron, I know you like her, I wish you all the luck there. I know you want to help right now, but I can’t trust you. I can’t trust anyone but myself with her. The best thing you can do for her is get that scumbag out of here and find her phone.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Aaron sighs. “Jesus Christ, Cady.”

Janis gently hoists Cady off the bed bridal style, carrying her down the stairs and out to the car. Aaron gets his own round of punches and kicks in on Shane before he grabs his wrists and shoves him after them.

Damian comes running out to the car with Cady’s phone as Janis gently puts her in the backseat.

“Stay with her, she might… things might happen,” Damian says, getting into the drivers seat. Janis looks at Cady with wide eyes and crawls in, gently resting her head on her lap.

“You’re gonna be fine, okay? We’re taking you to the hospital, they’ll make you better. Nobody’s gonna hurt you,” Janis says, trying to comfort her.

She made sure Cady was lying in the recovery position, so Cady can’t see her, but she mumbles a, “Help.”

“We’re gonna get help, you’ll be okay, I promise,” Janis says desperately. “Cady?” No response. When Janis checks her eyes, they’re shut, but Cady is luckily still breathing. “She passed out, Dame, what do I do?!”

“GHB causes drowsiness, it’s normal,” Damian says. Janis is suddenly very grateful he’d decided to pay attention in health class during that unit last year. “We’re almost there, try to wake her up. At least keep her breathing.”

Janis does, gently tapping Cady’s arm and cheek and trying to pry her eye open. Nothing. Damian pulls into the emergency room parking lot so fast they leave skid marks, but Janis is even faster pulling Cady out and rushing in the doors.

“We-we were at a party, someone drugged her drink,” Janis says desperately to the nurse who rushes up to see what the matter is. “I-it was GHB, I have the bottle, but I don’t know how much she had, and-and she passed out on the way here-”

“Sweetie, it’ll be okay,” the nurse says calmingly. “You did the right thing.”

A few more people come rushing up with a gurney that she’s instructed to put Cady on. Janis does, and watches as she’s wheeled away.

“Wait, can’t-can’t I stay with her?! Until her family comes?” Janis begs.

“We need to ask you a few questions first, but yes,” the nurse says. “This way.”

Janis follows, hunching in on herself and trying to blink back the tears burning in her eyes. The nurse directs her to sit on a bed and starts pulling out a few things. Janis watches hollowly.

She jumps as the nurse approaches her face with a damp, sterile cloth. “What are you doing?”

“That’s a pretty gnarly black eye you got there, honey,” the nurse chuckles. “Someone got you good. Just gonna clean you up a bit.”

“Oh,” Janis mumbles, letting the nurse tenderly clean the blood and dirt from her face and assess her eye and cuts.

“What’s that girl’s name?” the nurse asks.

“Cady. I don’t remember her last name. I don’t know her that well,” Janis replies.

“You don’t?”

“We go to school together, but we’re not… friends or anything,” Janis says. She’s not sure why she’s telling a complete stranger this, but something in her says she needs to right now.

“You got contact information for her family?” the nurse asks. “I’m assuming you wouldn’t know her date of birth or anything like that if you don’t even know her full name.”

“I don’t. But I have her phone,” Janis says, fishing it out of the pocket of her jacket and handing it to her. It already has a pink glittery case on it. Plastic in more ways than one. “And, um… this is what he put in her drink. But I don’t know how much.”

The nurse takes both the phone and the bottle, resting them on a little table next to her. She gently places a bandage on her eyebrow and gives her a cold compress for her eye.

“You need a hug, baby?” the nurse asks. Janis bursts into tears when she reaches out and desperately leans into the offered embrace. “Shh, it’s okay now. You did the right thing, tonight. Takes guts to stand up to someone like that. And to bring her in here. You might’ve saved her life.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” Janis sniffles, clinging to this lady like a child clings to their mother and sobbing into her shoulder.

“I have every reason to believe she’ll be just fine. We got some of the best doctors around, here. They’ll take great care of her. Incidents like this are more common than you’d think, unfortunately. They know just what to do.”

“Sorry,” Janis sniffs. “This is embarrassing.”

“Hon, this is nothing. I get big burly bikers crying into my shoulder because of a flu shot. You’ve been through a lot, tonight. Why don’t you and your friend call your parents while I wait for the go ahead to let you see her?”

“Okay. Thank you,” Janis sniffles again, wiping her eyes and heading to the waiting room. Damian waves her over, so she plops down next to him and calls her dad.

“Daddy?” she murmurs, her voice wavering.

“Jan? What’s the matter, baby girl, I thought you were sleeping over at Damian’s tonight?”

“I was going to, but…” Janis says, voice trailing away. “Can you… pick me up?”

“Of course. Where are you?”

“Hospital,” Janis mumbles.

“What?! What happened, are you safe?!”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Janis says. She can hear her father running around frantically over the line, and the slamming of a car door. “Can I explain when you get here?”

“Of course. I’ll be right there. Is Damian with you?”

“Yeah, he’s here,” Janis says. “I’m okay.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis sighs shakily as she hangs up the phone. “Fuck, D.”

“I know,” Damian sighs, sounding about as exhausted as Janis feels. They sit huddled together, listening to the various sounds of the hospital and feeling each and every agonizing second tick by.

Eventually, blessedly, the very kind nurse comes back and lets them know Cady is stable and they’re allowed to sit with her if they want to. They both stand and follow her back after signing in and getting ID stickers.

“Her parents should be here soon, but I think she could use your company,” the nurse says, giving them both complimentary cups of water, which they both immediately chug down. “She’s stable, once she wakes up we’ll give her charcoal to remove the last of the drug from her system. She’ll be pretty exhausted for a few days, but she should be just fine soon. Thanks to you.”

Janis sighs in relief, sagging down a bit in the itchy hospital chair and leaning back into Damian’s shoulder.

Looking at Cady lying there it’s easy to believe she’s just… asleep. Like nothing really happened.

She’s not exactly the best at conversation in her unconscious state, and neither Janis nor Damian have any idea what to say to one another in this scenario.

So they sit in silence, listening to the steady, strangely soothing beeping of the monitors keeping track of Cady’s vitals.

After what feels like an eternity, two people come barreling into the room, already in tears, and make a beeline for her bedside. Cady’s parents.

They look friendly. Kind. It makes sense that they raised the girl before them. Well, the real one. Not the Plastic one Cady is steadily morphing into.

Janis isn’t totally sure what to do, here. She’s in the middle of deciding whether to just stay put or go introduce herself when Cady’s father rushes up and wraps both her and Damian in the tightest hug she’s ever experienced.

“Thank you,” he chokes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Janis says, a bit choked since she’s being squeezed so tightly. Cady’s mom gently rests a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to let them go.

“Um… my name is Damian,” Damian begins. “I’m on the cheer squad with Cady. This is Janis, she’s on the football team.”

“Thank you, Damian,” Cady’s mom says, eyes brimming with emotion.

“You’re welcome, but… Janis is the one who saved her. She noticed what happened before anyone else did and went after her,” Damian says shyly. Janis flushes scarlet and looks down at her boots.

“It was Shane Oman,” Janis spits out in lieu of a greeting. “Just, um… in case you decide to try to press charges. He’s the linebacker. I can give you his information.”

“That would be wonderful,” Cady’s mom says quietly. “Thank you, Janis.”

Janis nods and takes a sticky note from a desk nearby. The entire football team has each other’s numbers, to ‘encourage camaraderie’ or something. Janis scrolls through until she finds Shane’s contact and scrawls down his name and number. She puts her own beneath it just in case they need information from her.

Cady’s dad stares at the note when she hands it to him, like just staring at Shane’s name with such wrath will bring about consequences.

Janis doesn’t blame him. She wishes just deleting his contact would delete the scumbag from the face of the Earth.

“Could… when she wakes up, would you mind… not telling her I’m the one who found her?” Janis asks sheepishly after a long beat of silence. She feels everyone’s eyes on her, suddenly.

“If that’s what you want,” Cady’s dad nods. “But why?”

“It’s a long story,” Janis says. “I don’t want to be a hero. Just tell her there are still people who have her back. If you need me to testify or anything I will, but… she doesn’t need to know. Nobody else but us does.”

“We’ll only tell her if we need you for something,” Cady’s mother promises. “If this is what you really want, it’s the least we can do in return.”

“Thank you,” Janis says. Cady’s parents both nod.

It’s quiet for another long, awkward moment, until a nurse pokes her head in through the door. “Janis Sarkisian, your father is in the waiting room.”

“Thanks,” Janis says. The nurse nods and leaves. Janis looks to Damian. “You ready to go?”

He nods and stands. They aren’t really sure how to leave the situation. Cady’s parents both wrap them in another awkward hug. “Thank you both again. We won’t forget this.”

“It was no problem,” Damian says quietly. “Tell her we hope she feels better soon.”

“We will,” her father promises. “Goodbye.”

“Bye,” Janis and Damian say at the same time. They pull the heavy door to the room open and head into the hallway, following the signs back to the waiting room.

Janis has tried to keep it together tonight, but when she sees her father standing in the waiting room in his pajamas, worry creasing his eyes, she just can’t do it anymore. She bursts into tears and runs to him with a whimpered, “Daddy.”

“Janis,” her dad whispers desperately. “Thank god, you’re alright. What happened?”

Damian comes up behind them and explains, since Janis is crying too hard to explain beyond choked whimpers and sounds vaguely resembling words. “One of the cheerleaders was drugged at the party and almost raped. Janis fought off the guy who did it and got me to help bring her here.”

“Jesus,” Janis feels more than hears her dad whisper. He tips her chin up, looking over her face. “He did that?” Janis nods with a few small sobs. “That all?” She nods again. “Nicely done, rock star.”

Janis dissolves into tears again. She’s exhausted, and her eye hurts, and she’s afraid. All she wants is this, and her bed.

And her mother. But we can’t get everything we want.

“Damian, are you okay to get home? Do you need a ride?” her dad asks, cradling Janis close to his chest.

“No, I’m good to drive, thanks, sir,” Damian says. “I didn’t drink at all.”

“That’s not what I mean, son,” Janis hears her dad say.

“I’ll be fine,” Damian says again. “Janis did a lot more. I just drove.”

“Alright. Call when you get home safe, will you?”

“I will. Thanks, Mr. Sarkisian,” Damian says. Janis feels her dad nod and hears Damian’s footsteps as he walks away. “I’ll see you Monday, Jan.”

Janis can’t bring herself to respond, just clinging to her father and weeping into his chest.

“Let’s get you home, stellina,” her dad murmurs, hoisting her off her feet and into his arms. Janis is concerned for the state of his back; her dad isn’t exactly young anymore. But he seems fine, slowly carrying her out to the parking lot.

Janis manages to buckle her own seatbelt with shaking hands, leaning her head against the window as tears stream down her cheeks. Her dad climbs into the drivers seat and starts the car, wordlessly beginning the drive home.

“I’m proud of you,” her dad murmurs about halfway home, squeezing Janis’ leg reassuringly. Janis doesn’t respond. She just grabs and holds desperately to his hand.

They stay that way the rest of the drive. Janis startles when they pull into the driveway, pulled out of her catatonic stare.

“Go get some rest,” her dad says, shooing her into the house. Janis pads off, kicking her boots off and heading upstairs to her room.

She feels like she’s taking off chainmail as she shrugs out of her heavy jersey and jeans, changing into her comfiest pajamas and tying her hair up into a bun so it’s out of her way.

She stares at her bed for a long moment. She longs for its comfort, the warmth she knows the blankets will provide. But it looks so big, so empty. Cold, and alone.

Janis tiptoes out of her room and down the hall, gently pushing open another door. She turns the knob so it won’t click shut behind her and crawls into the bed.

“Janny?” Stevie grumbles sleepily, her voice rough with exhaustion. “What’re you doing?”

“Go back to sleep, shut up,” Janis whispers, pressing against her baby sister’s back. Stevie rolls over and glares at her, squinting at her in the darkness.

“What happened to your eye?” she whispers.

“Nothing,” Janis sighs. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Someone punched you?” Stevie asks worriedly.

“Yeah. But I saw a doctor, I’ll be fine in a couple days.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” Janis whispers. “Yeah, it does.”

Stevie doesn’t respond to that, seeming to know she’s not going to get anything more out of her sister. She rolls back over and lets Janis cuddle back into her back.

“Promise me something?” Janis whispers against Stevie’s shoulder just before she drifts off again.

“What?”

“When you grow up and get invited to your first high school party, tell me. I don’t care what I’m up to then, or where I live, or whatever. Call me and let me take you,” Janis murmurs. “Please.”

“Okay?” Stevie grumbles in confusion.

“Promise?” Janis insists.

“I promise,” Stevie replies. “Weirdo.”

“Hey. This weirdo is your sister,” Janis chuckles. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stevie yawns, holding her sister’s hand and drifting off to sleep.

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thanks for reading! hope you enjoyed!

also i made janis italian in this just. for the hell of it so stellina translates to little star :)

#cadnis #paint by numbers #space safari #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady x janis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway #mean girls the musical #mean girls on broadway #picking teams

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samiralula01 · 3 years

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Things Bruce Wayne Never Did Again After Jason’s Murder

I was just thinking about how drastically different Bruce became after Jason died. Like, this man just stopped doing so much, especially when it came to his familial bonds and relationships.

Correct me if I’m wrong, (because I’m just spitballing here and maybe I just haven’t read a comic where it did happen) but there’s a couple things I’ve never seen Bruce do with the other kids in the comics after Jason died.

Being (emotionally) close with his children:

I’ve noticed Bruce point this out from time to time in his thought boxes; that letting people get close to him, by admitting that he cares about them, is what gets them killed. Or at least the fear of that doesn’t allow him to form attachments anymore.

Which I find interesting, because Bruce was so terrified of losing Jason during his run as Robin. Like, it was actually concerning to me how often this man would hallucinate or dream about Jason getting hurt or dying in the eighties...? Heck, Bruce’s mind on fear gas still went to Jason even after his death. But that didn’t prevent him from creating a bond with Jason during his child years (as you’ll notice his name wasn’t mentioned with the others above).

So I’m wondering if his murder was the point where this became a realised fear for Bruce and made him push people away because it came true.

Being easy with physical affection:

Bruce is always so stiff these days when it comes to patting his kids on their shoulders or head, or heaven forbid, giving them hugs if they look traumatised enough. He is just a very awkward man. Like, what happened to that other guy? The one who was always ruffling his son’s hair and tucking him under his arm like it was the only natural thing to do.

Being playful with his kids:

This one hurts. Like Bruce could be so fun with his first two kids. He teased and wrestled with them, played video games, took them out to movies and games and racetracks, and it was 90% completely non-mission related. Heck, he even made puns himself sometimes. He enjoyed spending time with them and put effort into doing just that.

After Jason was murdered, I never saw that again. Tim was always doing his solo thing, and didn’t really spend time with Bruce outside of cowl; (of course, he wasn’t exactly his son then like his predecessors were, so that might have come off as weird); Bruce and Cass have a very mission-focused (obsessive) relationship and Damian...oh, Damian. Yeah, Bruce wasn’t taking him out to the zoo or anything on weekends.

Driving the kids to school:

Well, Cassandra never really received any formal education as a child in a public school setting type-a-way, but I don’t believe Bruce has ever driven Tim or Damian to school. It was always Alfred who chauffeured them. I wondered if the thought bothered Bruce. Hence, I’m putting it down on the list of things Bruce stopped doing after Jason.

Calls the kids by nicknames:

I’ve never seen Bruce refer to Tim, Cass or Damian by any sort of nickname, despite the fact that he always seemed to be affectionately calling Dick and Jason some form of “chum,” “lad,” or “sport,” while they were Robin. Heck, I think Bruce might have even used “Jay,” more than Jason’s actual name when he was a kid.

Allowing the Robins to wear their uniforms upstairs.

This one was a three A.M thought to me. I know for a fact that Dick and Jason used to chill in the Manor in full or partial uniform during their runs and even kept their uniforms in their bedroom closets, but then when Tim became Robin, Bruce all of a sudden strictly implemented the rule of ‘no uniforms upstairs.’

Part of me wonders if he was trying to separate “Robin” from the family home aspect as a grieving thing. Like he needed to keep the two separate after Jason.

Celebrate Holidays

So apparently, "holidays aren't a thing," anymore during Tim's era according to the Bat-scrooge. Which is actually kinda funny, considering he would put up a full-on Christmas tree in the cave only a few years prior or at least make some effort so that his kids could have a jolly christmas despite unhappy circumstances.

However, I must note that although they (especially Bruce,) never celebrated in the Manor, the other Bats did attempt to have the holidays together on their own which is really cute. And good for them! Who cares about that scrooge Bruce?

#comic meta #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #additional thoughts on this appreciated #i've just been thinking about it a lot

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wpdarlingpan · 3 years

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Do you mind doing a yandere Jason Todd with a reader who is kinda insecure about herself and thinks she isn't good enough for a relationship and that no one could ever love her? Btw, I love your work and thanks for sending me that request again, a real honor :)

Thank you for sending this request, and thank you so much for all your support. I love your work as well and thank you for doing my request, it was amazing!

Warnings: Mentions of Verbal Abuse, Angst

It is dark because I am giving background for the “no one could ever love her”.

I was somewhat stuck on what to write so hopefully you guys like it.

Flashback

“You can’t do anything right! Look at this!” Y/N’s foster dad yelled as he pointed to a single dirt spot on the floor he had made when coming into the house.

“But-“ she tried to cut in and defend herself but she got a glare that would shut anyone up.

“No buts! How are you to expect and man to love you if you keep having screw ups like this? Huh?! Answer me.”

“I clean it right away.” She said while struggling to hold her tears back.

“You better.” He growled out before leaving her in the living room with a bucket and mop.

Flashback Over

“Y/N!” She heard from behind her and she sighed quietly to herself when she recognized the voice of the boy who had been asking her out for months.

She was debating on running away, or staying where she was and would have to reject him again which resulted in jealous girls bullying her.

She chose the first option. Y/N ran down the sidewalk and quickly ran towards the direction to her home, she began to make it to an alley when she was lightly grabbed from behind and brought into the alley.

Y/N gasped in surprised and struggled against the wall she was being held to.

“Y/N! It’s okay It’s just me” Jason says as he held her against the wall but loosened his grip as she stopped struggling.

“Jason, why would you do that?” She spoke angrily as her heart was racing, it was Gotham who knows what could happen.

“I’m sorry, but you started running and then I tried catching up to you and then I panicked and yeah…” he explained looking somewhat guilty but it quickly disappeared.

“I wouldn’t have had to push her into the alley if she hadn’t ran.” He said inside his head, attempting to justify scaring her, but he looked down at the girl who was slightly glaring up at him with an adorable pout and was completely distracted.

“Y/N”

“No.”

“Will you.”

“I’m sorry no.” She spoke as she felt slightly bad for saying no so harshly but why would he keep asking out her? There were so many other, better girls.

“Go out on a…” Jason continued he knew she’d eventually say yes, but until she did he would continue asking her and attempt to make her fall for his charm. Of course he knew it wasn’t necessarily required for her to be completely in love with him before he decided to take the next step like the other Bats. Grayson had his “soulmate” as the bats called them, his fell in love with him as well so they were able to be a normal couple, other than Graysons possessive tendencies. Drake took his before they could fall in love, which resulted in many problems. Damian was still looking.

Y/N didn’t say no after him continuing on with his request so he quickly finished it and lightly grabbed her hand and held it to his lips.

“Date with me.” He spoke then kissed her hand while looking deeply into her eyes. Y/N just about melted on the spot as he lowered her hand but still held it in his.

All she could here was the shouts of her foster father who had told her day after day that no man would after date her, let alone love her. She just couldn’t understand why someone like Jason, the man everyone wanted and the son of a billionaire would want her. The girl who couldn’t do anything right.

She saw his eyes that looked like they were begging her to say yes and she was so close to saying yes before she said what was truly on her mind.

“Why would you want to date me of all people? You deserve someone you can help you and be there for you, and I- I can’t do anything right.” She repeated the words she heard so often as they were absorbed into her brain, playing like a broken record.

Jason looked at her in shock. Why wouldn’t he want to date her? He had been searching for his soulmate ever since he was 14. The day he first saw her, he knew she was perfect for him. He saw the tears that built into her eyes and he grew angry, why didn’t she believe him? Is that why she always rejected him, not because she didn’t like him in some way, but because she didn’t believe she was good enough for him? He wanted to reassure her that she was amazing, perfect even; but before he could she was running away leaving a stunned Jason behind. While he was thinking to himself, she saw his anger building and that was what lead her to running.

He turned to go after her but then he thought of a plan.

Jason went back to the manor and logged into the Bat computer and clicked on the secret file he had been making for y/n ever since he met her. It was filled with documents and pictures, even her birth certificate and her address. He was waiting until they would actually start dating to go see her house but he figured no time was better than the present and he was getting rather impatient.

He put on this red hood uniform and went to her house. Luckily her backyard had plenty of trees to hide in. Jason looked around the top floor of the house first but when he didn’t see his soulmate he checked the bottom, and luckily he did because there was yelling coming from the kitchen.

He crouched down in front of the window that was by the kitchen sink and looked into the room to see Y/N and her foster dad.

“What is this? I said I wanted filet! Not some lousy steak! Have you learned nothing?! If you can’t even do this simple task for me after I’ve spent a long day at work just to take care of you, you ungrateful child! No wonder your other parents left, I wouldn’t want you either if you didn’t get me money from the state!How are you ever going to find some unlucky man to love you?” Her father yelled and she stood in front of him slightly shaking in fear. Jason’s fists clenched and ached to grab his gun and kill the man right then and there. But, he couldn’t do that to Y/N, he wouldn’t do anything that risked hurting her.

Her foster dad finally stopped yelling at her and he sat down and ate the food she prepared. She wasn’t allowed to eat whatever food he bought for her to make. Y/N walked back up to her room with a small bowl of cereal, which was one of the only things she could eat at the house because she bought it herself.

Jason went back home and thought over what happened. No wonder she always ran away or didn’t believe him when he asked her out, not with those words drilled into her head. He knew that he needed to act fast, Jason wanted to make her feel loved.

The Next Day

Y/N walked down the halls at school like usual until she was unexpectedly pulled into a empty classroom.

She turned around to see Jason standing there with a large bouquet of her favorite flowers.

“Y/N, Will you please go out on a date with me?”

She looked into his eyes and once again saw them silently begging her to accept, and she truly did what to… but she was scared.

“Why?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask once again. To her, she wasn’t anything special, she wasn’t worthy of being in a relationship. How could she possibly say yes when she had so many doubts filling her mind.

Jason’s eyes softened and he told her everything he loved about her, from the ways her eyes shined brightly when she was happy, or the way she would lightly twist her hair when she was nervous; which she was doing as he said that making her eyes widen adorably, he told her how he loved how she tried to help everyone around her. Jason could see her shoulders rising up as if the weight of the words her father had told her were slowing disappearing, and he kept going until she was smiling shyly with slight happy tears in her eyes.

Y/N didn’t believe what she was hearing. Jason, Jason Todd, Son of Multi-Billionaire Bruce Wayne, like her. But she looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity behind them and Jason finally got the answer he wanted.

“Yes. I will go on a date with you.” Jason lightly put the flowers down on the desk then rushed to Y/N and picked her up in a hug and spun them both making her squeal slightly before laughing. Jason could hardly believe it. She finally said yes and he was happy beyond compare.

“I guess I won’t have to go with Todd’s plan.” Jason thought to himself with a smirk as he set her down on the floor and handed her the flowers and she held them to her tightly, appreciating the gesture.

“Better off this way anyway.” Jason smiled at her and she reciprocated it with one just as happy. She didn’t know she was never going to be alone again

That’s how Jason finally won over his soulmate and he was never letting her go.

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Ice Cream Weekends

Hi, this is just fluff. Pure fluff and nothing else. (Reverse Robins and Bio!dad Bruce)

Ages: Damian (23) Marinette (21) Tim (16) Jason (14) Dick (9)

“Dad, we’ll be fine. It’s one weekend. We’re not helpless.” Marinette reassures her dad, practically pushing him out the door. If he cancelled another trip with Selina, she’d be pissed. And a pissed off Selina means that the wedding is gonna be pushed back and Marinette was not about to let that happen. Not again.

“Are you sure you and Damian can handle the others? And you’re sure I don’t need someone to fill in for Alfred?” He asks, obviously trying to find a reason to stay. Marinette huffs, crossing her arms as she glares up at her dad.

“Are you forgetting that I basically grew up in a French bakery before coming to live with you? Seriously?” She points out, smirking at the resigned look on his face.

“It’s the first time I’ve left Dick alone.” He says softly. She glances behind her, where Dick was currently chasing Jason in an attempt to get him to play tag. Her youngest brother was sweet, and despite the incident at the circus, seemed to be adjusting okay.

“I know. But he’s gonna be fine. I promise.” She says.

“Call me or Selina if you guys need anything. And I mean anything.” He says. She agrees, and waves as he gets into the car. Yeah, she’ll call them. When hell freezes over. She was not about to be the one to ruin their romantic weekend. If they really needed them, she’d make Damian call. He didn’t care about possibly ruining a romantic weekend. Locking the door, she turns and whistles, grinning as her youngest brother runs right to her, standing at attention. The other two trail behind him, neither looking excited.

“Okay men, we have an entire weekend without Dad. Do you know what that means?” She asks, posing to try and mimic a general.

“Ice cream for dinner!” Dick cheers, jumping up and down. Marinette grins.

“Right you are, soldier! What else?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow at Tim.

“No sleep?” He asks, finally smiling.

“Like that’s any different for you.” Jason mumbles with crossed arms.

“Good job boys. And what’s the last thing?” She asks, grinning as they all look confused. Perfect. “Nobody tells Dad!” She cheers, laughing as Dick whoops and starts running in circles.

“Or, you could be responsible like you told Father you would be. Actually make them eat dinner and sleep. Two things that are important for their health.” Damian drawls, walking into the room with his arms crossed. Marinette rolls her eyes.

“Or, you could stop being such a buzzkill.” She suggests. He scowls.

“I am not a buzzkill. I am, however, taking Father’s instructions seriously. Grayson and Todd are both supposed to be in bed no later than eleven.” He says.

“That’s not fair! What about-” Jason argues, clearly about to mention patrol, something he knew he wasn't supposed to mention around Dick. It was bad enough that Jason and Tim had taken up the mantle of Robin at 12. Dick would not be allowed out of the house in costume for several years. No way.

“Father said that Drake and I will handle it. You, Marinette and Grayson will remain here.” Damian says in a no-nonsense tone.

“Come on guys, we’re supposed to be having fun! Dad and Alfred are gone, it’s okay to just relax.” Marinette insists, letting Dick grab her hand as she starts towards the kitchen. “Dick and I are going to make gigantic ice cream sundaes and eat until we get sick. You losers can either join us, or go eat some stupid dinner that Damian buys because I’m not cooking tonight.” She adds, laughing as Dick cheers.

“Yeah losers! Mari and I are the best!” He yells, practically vibrating in excitement. Marinette grins. This was going to be the best weekend ever. Walking into the kitchen, she grabs the stack of special bowls she had bought specifically for this weekend. They were huge, perfect for giant ice cream sundaes and she’d gotten one for each of her siblings. She figured Jason would trail in eventually, if only to get away from Damian. She loved her brothers, truly she did. But every time he had to wear the cowl, Damian got cranky. It was annoying. She may find his uniform as Red Bird disgusting, but he was always more relaxed as his own persona. Pulling out several different types of ice cream and all of the toppings she could find, Marinette grins at the completely covered counter.

“Okay kiddo, how’re we doing this?” She asks, completely prepared to watch her youngest brother slip into a sugar coma.

“Can I have anything?” He asks, eyes wide as he takes everything in.

“Of course.” She says.

“Then I want chocolate ice cream and cookies n cream ice cream and cookie dough ice cream and fruity pebbles ice cream and the peanut butter cup ice cream with hot fudge and marshmallows and caramel and gummy bears and m&ms and whipped cream and a cherry and, oh! Sprinkles! Lots and lots of sprinkles!” He lists off all in one breath. Marinette blinks at him before nodding and beginning to scoop ice cream.

“It’s your sundae, kid.” She says, trying to ignore the nagging thought (that sounds an awful lot like Damian) that this was a horrible idea. She wasn’t going to listen, because that would mean admitting defeat and Dick would probably be upset. So hopefully nothing too bad happens.

“What the hell?” Jason asks, walking in. Marinette frowns.

“Language, Jay.” She reminds him, nodding towards Dick. He rolls his eyes, ruffling Dick’s hair before grabbing a handful of gummy bears.

“Is all that ice cream for him?” He asks, pointing at the huge bowl that she was currently drowning in toppings.

“Yup. Told you guys we’re going to eat ourselves into sugar comas.” She says, passing her little brother his sundae before starting on (a smaller) one for herself.

“Think you can get me a couple scoops of strawberry?” Jason asks after a pause. She looks over at him and grins.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She teases, switching over to getting his ice cream. She glances over at Dick, eyes widening when she sees the huge dent he’s already made in his ice cream. “Hey, slow down kiddo. You’re gonna get a brain freeze.” She says. He nods, but continues shoveling the ice cream in at an alarming rate. Marinette passes Jason his ice cream while sliding a glass of water to Dick. He frowns at it.

“What’s that for?” He asks with a pout as he hugs his ice cream bowl closer.

“It’s so you can slow down. I don’t actually want you in a sugar coma, buddy.” She says softly, he sighs, but still takes a long drink of water. Finishing up the toppings on her sundae, Marinette grins as Tim walks in.

“Does your offer of ice cream for dinner still stand?” He asks, holding a cup of what she knows to be coffee. She hums, turning to the freezer and grabbing the one ice cream she hadn’t offered to Dick.

“Is your favorite flavor still ‘Coffee Bean Blast’ from Trader Joe’s?” She asks, holding the container. Tim nods with a grin, watching as she gets him several large scoops.

“Thanks Mars.” He says, taking the bowl from her and adding his toppings. Hot fudge and chocolate covered espresso beans. She starts putting away the toppings and ice cream so that they won’t melt, knowing the chances of Damian joining them were slim. He’d never really acted like a kid. Not as long as she’d known him. And since he’s Batman for the weekend, he’d be even less likely to do anything fun. Just as she’s closing the last ice cream container, the kitchen door swings open again.

“I think it may be beneficial for our….bond as siblings, if I were to participate in this ice cream for dinner experiment.” Damian says, his face serious as he walks in. Marinette raises an eyebrow in surprise, but grins at her brother.

“What flavor?” She asks. This was going to be the best weekend ever.

---

Bonus: “I blame you for giving him so much sugar!” Damian yells, stacking a smaller stepladder onto their tallest ladder.

“How was I supposed to know the kid would be able to get up onto the chandeliers?” Marinette counters, sticking mattresses underneath where Dick was hanging precariously, a large grin on his ice-cream covered face. Maybe next time she shouldn’t let him have so much ice cream.

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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my body is a cage.

ObNeSummary: Y/N’s worst nightmare has become a reality. Her only saving grace is that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,000+ [One Shot]

Warning: Feminist Issues, Adult/Mature Themes (NOT smut)

Y/N could feel her heart start racing faster as she studied the doctor’s office. Now she was starting to sweat as well.

Her doctor were running late and that meant Y/N was stuck looking at the nondescript walls and smelling that sterile scent for 20 minutes. It felt like an hour.

It was just a follow-up appointment. There was no bad news expected to be given. But that didn’t stop Y/N’s anxiety.

Y/N finally gave up on trying to calm herself down through breathing and reached down to grab her cellphone out of her purse.

There was a two text message notifications: one from her mom and one from Jason.

She opened the one from Jason.

– Good luck at your appointment today. Remember to breathe.

Y/N smirked at the message. Jason knew how stressed out Y/N got for literally any type of doctor’s appointments. Even if it was just your usual checkup – like today – it caused her anxiety for some reason.

Jason must’ve sent it right before passing out after patrol.

Finally the doctor came in, making Y/N jump and almost drop her phone. She hid her scare well and quickly put her phone back into her purse.

“Hi Y/N, so we finally got your blood work back,” she began.

“Great. Will I be able to get a prescription and pick it up today?” Y/N asked quickly, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

“So one of the many reasons we get blood drawn before prescribing this medication is to make sure you’re not pregnant before going on it.” Before Y/N could speak, she quickly added. “You’re test results came back positive.”

Y/N’s mouth opened at the statement.

Her mind was going a million miles a second, trying to process what the doctor has just told her.

When was the last time she had her period?

Why did it feel 20 degrees hotter in here all of the sudden?

This couldn’t be happening. No. No. No. This really couldn’t be happening. She tried so, so hard to make sure this didn’t happen. This was her nightmare. This was her fucking nightmare coming to fucking life.

By some miracle, the doctor didn’t smile with joy and exclaim a congratulations. She seemed to sense that Y/N was on the brink of having an anxiety attack.

“I remember you saying you did’t intend on ever having any kids, so I’m sure this is a lot to process,” the doctor told her gently. “Why don’t we hold off on this medication – even if it’s just for a couple of days? Just give yourself a second to process and come up with a plan.” Then she gave Y/N an encouraging smile. “When you want to make another appointment, I’ll make sure reception squeezes you in. Alright?”

Y/N couldn’t do anything but nod – and even that was far too delayed.

“Do you want me to call someone for you?” The doctor asked softly.

But Y/N shook her head.

When Y/N got out of the doctor’s office and back on the streets of Gotham, she seemed to snap out of it a bit.

Her ears weren’t ringing any longer and the cold, winter air was doing miracles.

‘Get to Jason,’ Y/N’s heart suddenly screamed at her.

And just like that, Y/N went into autopilot, grabbed a cab, and gave them her address. As she watched the buildings go by, Y/N’s mind was simultaneously thinking a million things and thinking nothing at all. It was almost a buzz.

When she got back to her apartment, the TV was on but the volume was off. Sometimes Jason would watch it after patrol and hope it would bore him to sleep. But her giant, vigilante of a boyfriend wasn’t sleeping on the couch, so that meant he was in their bed.

Y/N toed off her shoes, tossed her keys on the side table by the door, and hung her denim jacket – no, Jason’s denim jacket – on the coat rack.

She slowly pushed the bedroom door open to find Jason passed out on his side. His arm was reached over to the other side of the bed as if his body had searched out for hers in his sleep and came up empty.

Y/N tiptoed to the bed and carefully slid into the empty side of the bed.

Jason stayed asleep, meaning he must’ve been really exhausted. Usually her presence would stir him, even if it was just for a few seconds.

Sometimes Y/N would come in here when she got back from work and take a cat nap with him before getting started on dinner or leaving to work out. Sometimes she would just cuddle with him, he would wake up and sleepily ask about her day while bringing her into his – even when she told him to go back to sleep.

Now Y/N laid on her side and watched him sleep.

Even when he looked exhausted and various scars were scattered across his face, Jason Todd was beautiful.

And when he was sleeping like this, he looked so young. Y/N wondered if that was how Jason always looked to Bruce: innocent, vulnerable, forever young.

Y/N reached forward shakily and brushed the white streak of his hair off his face. His hair was getting shaggier than usually allowed. She wondered if he’d ask her to cut it again or if he’d finally listen to her and go to a barber.

“You run your hands through my hair and I’ll be putty in your hands,” he mumbled with his eyes still closed.

Y/N froze and stopped her combing, her hands shooting back to her chest.

Her silence and pause made Jason’s eyes squint open.

Those blue eyes of his were always perception, especially when it came to the woman he loved with all his heart. And as soon as they locked with Y/Ns, they immediately knew that something was wrong.

His brow wrinkled. “You OK?” His voice laced with worry and concern.

Suddenly… Y/N’s mind and body were given the chance to release the reaction they wanted to have since the news was broken.

Her bottom lip trembled a moment before tears burst from her eyes.

And then Y/N was shoving her face into her boyfriend’s chest.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jason consoled. “What happened? What’s going on?”

But Y/N couldn’t even form words. She was fully hyperventilating.

Her chest literally hurt as the sobs escaped. She was shaking as if it was freezing in the room, despite Jason’s body basically being her own personal furnace. And she felt like she was going to throw up at any second.

Was that morning sickness? Or was the just good ol’ fashioned nausea?

Jason quickly realized he wasn’t going to get any verbal communication right now. So he just held her in his arms, letting her cry it out as he rubbed a hand up and down her back.

But his mind was shuffling through all of the possibilities.

Had someone hurt her? Did she get fired? Did a group of assholes catcall her on the way home?

But none of those seemed like things that would upset Y/N in such a manner.

“Breathe, Y/N. Take a deep breath,” he told her calmly as he kissed the top of her head.

She barely gave a nod to show that she was trying to do what he advised.

With her eyes wet and bloodshot from tears and her face swollen, Y/N finally pulled away from Jason’s chest so he could see her.

“Deep breath,” he reminded her again gently. “Can you tell me what’s gotten you so upset? Can you do that for me?”

Y/N sniffled, really just to buy herself a second before she said it.

“I’m pregnant.”

Jason’s body tensed. His eyes studied hers, looking for any sign that she was not being absolutely serious.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Jason muttered, now realizing why she’d had such a reaction.

But then he quickly recovered, realizing that she still needed him because she was freaking the fuck out. Obviously. She just had a full-on panic attack in his arms. And she was probably moments away from possibly having another.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Hey, look at me.”

She took in a deep breath and did as he asked.

“No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to. OK?”

She just stared at him.

“OK?” He asked again, making sure she understood what he was telling her.

She nodded.

“I don’t want it,” Y/N exhaled.

The words came out on their own, like she had no control over them.

Jason winced, not at her statement, but because she sounded so desperate and scared.

He gave her a sympathetic look and cupped her cheek. “I know, Y/N. I know.”

Then he brought her back into his arms, holding her protectively, as usual – but protecting her from something he never had to before.

“I know how you feel about it. I’ve always did,” he told her softly. “Just try to relax. OK?”

She nodded.

Jason didn’t try to fill the silence. He didn’t try to say comfort after comfort. His touch did more things for Y/N then he words ever did. She needed to be held, not lectured or verbally coddled.

After a few moments, he looked down at her. “We can order from your favorite place, OK? Have a little movie marathon or finish watching that show.”

She gave him a small, shy smile at that.

“Sound good,” he asked.

She nodded again.

———

30 minutes later, Jason was scrolling the internet, researching Planned Parenthood locations while waiting for their takeout to get there.

Y/N, exhausted from her emotional and mental breakdown, had fallen asleep a few minutes after telling Jason the news.

Jason figured the least he could do is take the logistical weight off Y/N’s shoulders. All of this was happening to her and it was his fault. He knew she’d never frame it that way, but that’s how he felt right now. And he’d do anything to make it easier for her.

But all of the sudden, the hairs on the back of Jason’s neck suddenly stood on end.

The next millisecond, he grabbed the nearest hidden gun, shot to his feet, and pointed it at the window.

“Relax, Todd.”

“Demon Spawn, what the fuck are you doing here?” Jason lowered the gun.

To Jason’s annoyance, Damian jumped down from the window and into the apartment, dressed in his full Robin uniform.

“When you texted about covering your patrol tonight, father asked me to check on you.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “Liar. No, he didn’t.”

“So, why aren’t you on patrol?”

“Y/N needed me.”

Damian’s body tensed.

For as much of hard time as Damian gave Jason, he didn’t mind his girlfriend. However, the preteen would never admit to actually liking her or enjoying time spent with her. But the whole family saw it anyway.

“Is she sick?”

Jason just nodded, not really having the energy to compose a big lie.

Then Damian caught sight of the laptop screen and saw what Jason had been researching.

“Oh,” Damian blurted out without thinking. It was a very unusual reaction from him. He always had something to say.

“Just…keep it to yourself, k?” Jason asked.

The last thing he needed right now was Damian blabbing around about Y/N.

But Damian nodded, not giving any further reaction to his discovery.

———

“What’s Alfred the Cat doing here?” Y/N asked as she cradled the cat and walking into the kitchen the next morning.

“Damian,” was all Jason provided.

Y/N laughed at his crypticness. “Did he need a cat sitter?”

Jason shook his head. “He came snooping when I told them I wasn’t going on patrol. And…Well, he’s Bruce’s kid, so you can imagine how quickly he put it together.”

Y/N’s amusement dropped when she realized what Jason was saying.

“He brought some of human Alfred’s cookies for you, too.” Jason added quickly, maybe to soften the blow a bit.

“That was sweet of him,” was all Y/N mumbled in return.

“I think he was worried about you. Figured some cookies and cuddles from Alfred would make you feel better,” Jason explained. “Of course, he didn’t verbally express any of that because he’s emotionally constipated.”

Y/N managed to force a smirk at the joke.

Silence filled the kitchen.

“I made you an appointment today,” Jason told her gently. “Not that I’m trying to force you to do anything. You can cancel it if you want to. I was just trying to–”

“Thank you,” Y/N cut him off and dropped the cat to wrap Jason in a hug. “Thank you, Jason.” She repeated, mumbled this time, since her face was now buried in his chest.

“Of course,” he told her before kissing her head. “Want some breakfast?”

He chuckled when he felt her nodding enthusiastically against him.

“Your favorite?”

She nodded again.

“You gonna let me go so I can make it?”

She shook her head no.

“Alright, spider monkey, let’s do this.”

Y/N’s laughter filled the room as Jason somehow managed to maneuver her body so she was on his back with her arms wrapped around his neck. And she piggybacked around the kitchen with him as he made them breakfast.

———

“Welp,�� Y/N said bitterly as she looked at the building from across the street. “Don’t know how I wasn’t expecting this.”

Jason sighed as he watched too.

There were a dozen people with picket signs. One said, “It’s a child, not a choice.” Another said, “Jesus loves you both.” One of the men had a megaphone. One woman held a box with figurines that inaccurately showed how far along the fetus would be when it’s aborted.

“Wait here,” was all Jason said.

“Wait, what? Jason! Jason, don’t!” Y/N hissed.

But Jason was already halfway across the street. With the traffic and general noice of Gotham, Y/N could hear nothing. But it was clear that he was talking to him.

“Oh, for christ’s sake,” Y/N sighed when she saw all of their faces shift to utter horror. Whatever he was saying to them had clearly terrified them.

It only took a minute before Jason jogged back to her and offered his hand.

“Come on,” he said encouragingly.

“What the fuck did you just do?” She asked him.

“I told them all of their names, social security numbers, and addresses,” Jason told her lightly. “Oh! And their top porn searched.” He gave them a glance. “And said if they even so much as looked at you, I would do what I wanted with that information."

“So…you threatened them.”

Jason tilted his head and shrugged innocently. “I wouldn’t put it that way…”

“Jason…” she groaned.

“I thought you would be proud. I didn’t use physical violence. I’m growing!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

But lo and behold, none of the protesters so much as faced their direction as they walked past.

Y/N wondered how long it took Jason to memorize all that information. Did he ask Tim to hack street cameras and use face recognition to even find all of them?

In the most messed up way, it warmed Y/N’s heart. It just showed a new angle of Jason’s protectiveness. Guess that was just another perk of dating a dangerous vigilante with too many connections and resources.

Besides his little threat, Jason hadn’t let go of Y/N’s hand since they left the apartment – even now, as they sat in the waiting room.

If he was anxious at all, he was doing a beautiful job of hiding it.

Y/N guessed that’s what happened when someone had the history of Jason. This was like a walk in the park for him.

But when they called her name, Y/N looked at Jason with slight panic.

“I can’t go with you. It’s against policy,” he told her softly. “But I’ll be right here when you get out. OK?”

She nodded.

He must’ve learned that when he was doing all his research.

“You good? Huh?” He whispered, keeping eye contact.

She nodded again.

“You’ll be fine,” then he kissed her.

Just as Y/N reached the nurse, she turned to her boyfriend again. “I love you,” she mouthed to him.

“I love you too,” he mouthed back.

———

Y/N had been drained when they finally got back to their apartment.

All she wanted was to take a nap with her boyfriend.

A couple hours later, she had finally had the energy to stay awake.

But neither of them had any interest in getting out of bed. So instead they stayed cuddled close.

“How are you feeling?” Jason asked her.

“Physically or mentally?”

“Both.”

“Physically, fine mostly. Some cramping. They said that was normal. But my period is ten times worse.” Then she sighed. “Mentally…like…I’m in control. Does that make sense?”

Jason nodded.

“And relieved. Fuck,” she half laughed. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am.”

“I’m glad.”

Then Y/N smirked mischievously. “Are you sad you won’t see me wearing those stupid overalls with a baby bump,” then she dramatically fanned her hands, “as we have a montage of us painting a nursery?”

Jason laughed at that. “OK. Well I don’t live in a fucking Lifetime commercial.” Then he smirked. “I’ll take the overalls without the baby bump, though.”

She giggled at that.

“But it’s a real shame we couldn’t have a gender reveal party and burn down all of Gotham accidentally…” Jason thought aloud.

Y/N tried to suppress a smile, “…you do realize the point of those parties is to reveal the baby’s gender and not to burn a city down, right?”

“Well, fuck.” Jason played dumb. “The only appealing part of that was the arson.”

“It would’ve been funny to fuck with people, though.” Y/N’s eyes went distant as she thought about it. “Put in black balloons or just a rainbow assortment. And just see how everyone reacted.”

“Missed opportunity,” Jason sighed.

“Why are traditions so stupid and embarrassing?”

They both laughed.

“I’d have to suffer through a stupid baby shower. And then you’d get to come in at the very end and just wave at everyone. Men really got it made, huh? Just show up, and everyone applauds.”

Jason laughed, knowing she was absolutely right. Enough of the Justice League had kids for him to know that was how it worked.

“Like those videos where dads do their daughter’s hair and everyone loses their mind and praises him. But name one time a video has gone viral of a mom doing her kid’s hair.”

“The bar’s low,” he reminded Y/N.

But then Jason watched Y/N’s smile fall from her face as she got lost in her head.

“What?”

Her brow furrowed. “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“What?” He gripped her chin. “Absolutely not.”

“I don’t feel bad. There’s no remorse,” Y/N mumbled with as her eyes zoned out. “All I feel is weight lifted off of me.”

“Hey,” his voice was low and serious. “Hey, look at me.”

He waited for her to do what he asked. “You’re not a bad person. You hear me?”

Then he started making himself angry with the thought that anyone would ever tell Y/N otherwise.

“You know what a bad person looks like? Someone who doesn’t take having a child seriously. Someone who makes that decision half-assed, knowing they’re bringing a child into a toxic environment or that they can’t properly take care of them.”

Jason made himself calm down. “That doesn’t make you a bad person. It just proves that you did exactly what you knew was best.”

She nodded, finally convinced by his words.

Y/N reached forward and brushed some hair off his face.

Jason was so god damn handsome. No wonder I got pregnant, she thought darkly. This is exactly how she got into this mess. It was hard just to keep her hands off of him.

“If I ask you something, do you promise you’ll tell me the truth?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “I’ll try my best.”

Her eyes twisted into something somber and afraid.

“Do you really never want kids?”

Jason should’ve expected this question at some point.

Even though Y/N didn’t verbalize it, Jason knew that one of her biggest fear throughout all of this was that it would change their relationship. She was scared that he would resent her, that he would change his mind and beg her to keep it.

Maybe it was her tone that was really the thing that caught him off guard. She sounded so scared of what he would say.

Jason rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Not because he wanted to hide the truth by stopping her from staring into his eyes. He just wanted to make sure he collected al of this thoughts. She deserved a proper answer.

“I never planned on being a father,” the statement was unwavering. “You know how my childhood went. And I see the same thing happening to kids all over Gotham today – some of them have it so much worse than I did.”

Y/N reached forward and placed her palm on his chest, right over his heart. Without thinking, his hand went to grip it.

“But you would never be like that,” she assured him. “You’re a good man, Jason. I mean, just look at how you are with Damian – no matter how hard you try to hide your soft spot for that boy.”

“I know I can be a good father. Except before you were in my life, I didn’t know that.”

If he were really tell the truth, he would tell Y/N that without her, there most likely wouldn’t even be a Jason Todd...only Red Hood.

He looked away from the ceiling and back at her. “But that doesn’t want I want to be.”

“So you can honestly say that you never want a family? Even if wasn’t with me?”

“Y/N, look at my family,” Jason laughed. “None of us our related. Bruce is a mess of a father. His biological son was basically artificially inseminated. The butler is more like our grandma who raised us. All of them tried to take me down and imprison me at one point or another...”

He shook his head at the ridiculousness. “The point is that I know more than anyone that family can look like a million different things. And the perfect outline society has forced onto us doesn’t actually mean shit.”

He grinned. “My family is a group of vigilantes who don’t know how to quit.” His eyes softened. “And then there’s you. You’re my family, too. I don’t need add anything else for that to be true.”

Y/N couldn’t help herself and she practically tackled him into a kiss.

Jason gripped her waist and twisted them so she was straddling his waist, and his hands traced up and down the side of her ribcage.

After their lips separate, Y/N looked down at him lovingly.

She let a moment pass.

“What if I changed my mind?”

“I think you and I both know you never will.”

“But what if I did?” She insisted.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I really don’t.”

Y/N just wanted to challenge him. She wanted to go through all the scenarios her mind wouldn’t stop thinking about. She needed answers to the hypothetical scenarios that would never come to be.

“I’m not going to change my mind,” she told him certainly.

“I know, Y/N.”

She kissed him again. “Thank you for supporting me through all of this.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he scoffed. “It’s my fault.”

And he meant it. Most days, Jason had to convince himself he was worthy of her love. What kind of man would be lucky enough to have Y/N as their girl and not do everything in his power to make sure it stayed that way?

“No, it wasn’t,” she corrected him seriously. “It was both of us.”

“You can’t scare me away,” Jason told her. “Nothing is ever gonna stop me from loving you. Got it?”

She nodded.

But before she could say anything more, Jason wrapped her in a heated kiss.

He knew these questions were her anxiety manifesting itself. And Y/N had enough stress for today. So he’d turned off her mind with his touches.

She deserved a break.

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I don’t know how I managed to write yet another one of these fics. But I realized it was easier to give it a new twist since Jason Todd has a sense of humor and an edge that Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers do not. Also, he wasn’t raised in the 1930s. lol

Please, please, please let me know if you liked it!!!

If anyone is interested in movies on this topic, I highly recommend these:

Never Rarely Sometimes Always

Unpregnant

4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days

Obvious Child

#jason todd fic #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd reader insert #red hood fic #red hood x reader #red hood reader insert #batfam #batman family #batboys #dc #batman universe #jason todd angst #pro choice #pro-choice #feminism

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dibs4ever · 2 years

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Dance Recital

Dick shuffled down the isles of the seats. The lights in the auditorium had already dimmed. The show was about to begin and being that the person he was here to see was in the first group he was thanking his stars that he got there just in time.

“You made it” Barbara whispered when he finally reached his families designated seats

Dick nodded “By the skin of my teeth, jetted over as soon as I got off work.” He motioned down to his police uniform before taking the seat next to her. Pecking his wife’s lips as he went down

“And you got flowers.” Barbara nodded to the half dozen red Roses cradled in his arm

Dick grinned “A street vendor was selling them across from the precinct. Besides you think I’d come to my girl’s dance recital and not bring her flowers?” A smirk formed on Dick’s face “Remember when I went to one of your dance recitals for the first time? We were 14 and I brought a dozen roses.” He chuckled “I think that was the first time your dad was a little panicked about my intentions”

Barbara fake gasped swatting his shoulder

It was then that he looked around Barbara and noticed Jim sitting two seats down “Oh hey Comish.”

Jim shook his head, a small grin on his lips “Hello son.”

“Hi, daddy !” A little voice pipped. It was their 6-year son Nathan. He was occupying the seat between Jim and Barbara.

Dick smiled “Hey son.” He turned his head slightly behind the 4 of them sat Bruce, Jason Damian, and Cassandra. Stephanie and Tim couldn’t make it to the 3-year-olds' ever ballet recital.

Barbara and Dick were in shock when Jason said he’d take Tim’s ticket

He gave his family behind him a wave but wasn’t able to speak because then is when the curtain rose

Light clapping filled the area as the tiny dancers walked out on the dark stage. The beginning of their number began to play

‘Pretty Ballerinas’ Dick remembered the teacher saying was the name of the song was.

Scanning the little girls he easily found Leah, she was the 3rd child in the line.

His daughter was of average size for her age so that wasn’t what made her stand out. It was her gorgeous red hair. The only redhead in the class. Just like her mother usually was.

The little girls got into a Bras bas pose and twirled around.

A loud thundering “Yeah!” Followed by clapping caused Dick as well as those around him to jump

Dick turned, raising an eyebrow at Jason

Jason shrugged “What she killed it.” He whispered “My girl is crushing those other pipsqueaks” he waved a hand

Dick shook his head “Your girl?”

Barbara looked over her shoulder “Jay this is a ballet recital for preschoolers. Not a wrestling match.”

Jason shrugged “Still doesn’t change the fact that-“ he watched the stage seeing the little class of girls jump in the air. Clapping his hands loudly “My niece is killing it” he cupped his hands together “You go girl.” He chanted

Bruce quirked an eyebrow “Jay cool it”

Cass nodded pressing Jason’s hands down to his lap.

Damian rolled his eyes from the other side of him “I agree niece is far superior to these other children but we have to keep a professional behavior for the sake of the Wayne family reputation”

Barbara tilted her head “You mean Grayson?”

Damian shrugged “She’s a Wayne isn’t she?”

Jim turned to look at the teenage son of Bruce Wayne “More like a Gordon”

Dick rolled his eyes “She is a Grayson” he clarified

Clapping filled the area as the kids finished the song and the next began. The family settled into silence once more.

After the short rendition of an instrumental, which resulted in chuckles seeing the little ones trying to follow the dance routine. Some succeeding and others do their own thing. The dance instructor announced that the parents could come to get their little ones to come to sit with them for the school's remainder of the show as they moved on to the older children’s routines.

“You go get her.” Barbara smiled nudging her husband “I brought her, she probably didn’t even realize you are here.”

Dick smiled standing and making his way down to the stage to collect his toddler

Leah was giggling with another child as he approached the stage “Leah.” He spoke grabbing her attention

At the sound of her father's voice, Leah’s head quickly turned, a smile a mile wide growing “Daddy!” She ran across the stage jumping when she was about 2 feet from the edge and landing in her father's arms. With his quick reflexes and good balance the father was able to catch his daughter in one arm while holding the flowers in the other

She buried her head in the crook of his neck and he cradled her head in one hand

The little girl finding comfort in her father's scent and embrace

After a second she lifted her head “I thought you weren’t here. Mommy said something happen at work that keeped you there.” She said her eyes wide

She was right. There had been a dead body found in Bludhaven just hours before his shift ended and the case was dropped into his hands. He wasn’t sure if he would make it, but using his bat skills was able to gather enough information to please his boss so that he could leave for the day. Even if he was already 2 hours past his original leaving time

“And miss my princesses first Ballet recital? Never! Her daddy got you these” he shifted passing her the flowers

Leah’s jaw dropped “Flowers for me! My own flowers like you get for mommy?”

Dick chuckled “Yup these flowers are all yours, baby girl. Cause that’s what dancers get. Come on let’s go sit with everyone.” He spoke moving her so she was situated on his hip. She still held the flowers staring at them in awe

He shifted through the stands back toward the family, from the opposite end as before. Leah in tow, passing Jim first

“You did great sweetie.” He reached out squeezing his granddaughters hand gently

Leah smiled

“I got you this.” He passed her a Kit Kat bar-her favorite Candy

Leah smiled “Thanks, Gramps.”

Next was her big brother Nathan “Leah you are awesome!” He congratulated

Leah smiled at him “What did Gramps give you?”

He shrugged “Reese’s, I already ate 'em.”

Dick shifted further to Barbara who had been patiently waiting “Leah I’m so proud of you.”

Leah reached out and Dick passed her down before taking the seat beside them

Barbara situated Leah on her lap “Sweetheart you were amazing!” She congratulated

Leah looked up at her mother “Was I like you, Mommy?”

Barbara bopped her nose lightly with her finger “You were an even better baby!”

Bruce leaned up a little “You did well Leah, I think to celebrate we will all go to dinner after this.”

Leah nodded “Thank you Grampy.”

Jason leaned up extending his hand for a high five which Leah gladly gave “You killed it, princess.”

Leah smiled “Thanks, Uncle Jay.”

Leah looked at Damian for anything he might say

“Niece good dancing” he nodded

Her eyes directed to Cass, who as usual was quiet “Hi Aunt Cass”

Cass offered a small wave followed by a soft-spoken “Good Job”

Leah smiled turning back and leaning into her mom's arms.

Dick smiled at the sight around him. Thinking back to the first dance recital he had ever gone to at age 14. If you had told that boy that he would be married to the girl beside him. With 2 beautiful children and that she’d become a vigilant just like him. That together they would juggle vigilant life as well as trying to maintain a normal ‘family life, he’d say you were out of your mind

#dickbabs #batfam headcanons

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Since you wrote Christmas with tha Bois are you planning on writing a New Years Eve fics too 🎇🎉?

*insert surprised pikachu meme*

now I am (!!!)

They are all required to go to a Wayne gala that Bruce has thrown since before he took Dick in as a ward. It’s important. So of course, I wanna show what kind of suits they would wear too. (Indulge me lmao) [none of these images are sensitive. Tumblr is an idiot]

Tim

Okay I get that you wouldn’t think high strung proper Tim Drake Wayne , Mr CEO, would were a pretty casual suit. But he wears a suit everyday and by golly, he isn’t wearing a tie for New Years freakin Eve. It’s something different and he can relax. And he’s so tired of black. Plus the blue brings brings out the color in his eyes.

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He adjusted the collar of his suit. He always wore a nice suit to work. But this was for a gala. The tie just wouldn’t lay flat. You walked up behind him and pulled the offensive fabric off and tossed it on the bed. He moved to protest but you started unbuttoning his collar.

“Okay,” he said with a slow smirk. “But it’ll have to be quick.”

“I’m just fixing your shirt,” you said rolling your eyes. “I’m not messing my makeup up before a gala. That looks nicer. I never see you relaxed,” you said leaving your hands on his chest longer than necessary.

“I relax sometimes. I’m relaxing tonight. With you,” he said turning to give you a quick kiss. You smiled and he took a look at your outfit. “I’ll have to keep my eye peeled though. You’re going to attract a lot of attention in that.”

“Too bad I’m already dating a man they couldn’t possibly compete with. Come on, lover boy,” you said and he took your hand before going downstairs.

It was always stressful to first go to a gala. Tim was moderately famous as Bruce Wayne’s heir, heir to the Drake family fortune, and the acting CEO of Wayne Enterprise. Luckily this was very boring to most young people and his pictures were in a small section of the business page of the papers rather than like Dick Grayson being splashed all over the lifestyle section like a celebrity. But cameras flashing as you walked down stairs in heels was terrifying. Tim was the only one to notice as you gripped his arm like a vice each time.

You could usually smile and drink champagne as Tim talked shop with the old men he worked with or young men who were trying to climb the business ladder. Tim’s fingers made idle circles in your hand or on your back as he talked. He was also taking glances at you in you outfit all evening.

Only when he was desperate for a break would he ask you to dance. Tim was a good dancer. He had been taught at an early age. But he was not a natural and he didn’t want you bothered with more photos. You insisted after a full hour of talking about some sort of quarterly investment opportunity that he take you to the dance floor.

“Dance with me, Timmy,” you asked quietly in a lull in the conversation. It was almost midnight anyways. He smiled at you before looking back at the men.

“Excuse us,” Tim said before letting you lead him to the floor. He gently held your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. The song was fairly slow so you barely danced more than a sway. That was fine. You were more interested in staring in to his ocean eyes than cutting a rug.

“Sorry if it’s been incredibly boring,” Tim said. “You’d probably rather be doing anything else.”

“Dancing is nice. Seeing you more than 5 minutes is nice,” you said.

“Speaking of 5 minutes, it’s 5 minutes until midnight.”

“No more work talk tonight. Just be with me,” you pleaded softly. Tim frowned for a second before pulling you closer.

“I can do that. All yours tonight. I’ll just punch anyone who tries to talk business to me,” he said.

“Good enthusiasm. Terrible plan. Sweet though,” you said kissing his cheek. He smiled.

“Or we could just leave right after New Years,” Tim said with a wiggle of his brows. You giggled.

“Better plan.”

Bruce had gotten on the stage and the music stopped. You didn’t let Tim go. As they counted down to midnight, you and Tim gazed at each other.

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🎆🎇

You leaned your face up and kissed him. Tim held your waist tighter and your wrapped your fingers up in his soft black hair. After just a few seconds you pulled back and smiled at him.

“Happy New Years, sunshine,” he said.

“Happy New Years, Duckie.”

“Let’s get out of here before they see us leave,” he suggested. The rest of the night was spent in his room and you were so glad for the loud fireworks to cover any noise you might have made.

Dick

Dick has been to 714 galas. He’s an expert. He’s expected to play the handsome charming eldest son. Wearing a beautiful suit is half the battle. Not to mention, he kinda likes showing off a little. It’s New Years. And the blue and grey bring out the color in his eyes so well.

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Dick barely got in the door before flopping on the bed with his detective uniform still on. You sat on the edge of your bed, already in hair, dress, and makeup, and reached over to rub his shoulders. He groaned softly.

Barely off of work and already having to change into a suit for a family event. Dick needed a day off. Badly. He had the next 3 days off of work and he just had to deal with this night. No, he needed to be positive. You hadn’t done anything and he didn’t want to ruin New Years Eve.

You pushed your palm into a knot on his shoulder. He all but moaned. “Thank you, baby,” he said. “It’s these stupid cases. They have been driving me- baby,” Dick said turning to look and taking you in. “You look good.”

You smiled and giggled. “You think?”

“Always, but this? Wowza,” he said laughing. “Im going be showing off the prettiest girl at the ball,” Dick said sing song. You rolled your eyes with a grin. His compliments were usually over the top.

“Yeah, yeah. Not likely. You need to get dressed or I’m going to be very fancy for no reason,” you said and he hopped up. Dick was overworked but he always was. In record time he was dressed.

“Do you want to drive,” he asked hopefully. A quick 30 minute nap would be awesome.

“I can’t drive the Porsche since it’s stick,” you admitted.

“Well in that case, I’m teaching you soon. But not tonight. You gotta learn how to drive my car,” Dick said and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You added that to the list of skills he thought completely necessary that hardly anyone could do anymore. Could you even buy a new standard transmission car?

“Sure, hun. Let’s get going before we’re late,” you said kissing his cheek. You straightened his pocket square and you were both out the door.

“-and then you push the clutch. Right here,” he pointed at the floorboard as he drove.

“Not tonight. We can do this some other time. And if we don’t get there, it’s fine,” you said evasively.

“Ever? It’s important to be able to drive any kind of car and if it’s just you and the Porsche,” Dick said with a frown. You could see a contingency plan forming in his head.

“I very much doubt there will be a situation where I have to drive your car,” you said with a shrug.

“I’d rather plan for it,” Dick said and you dropped it. It was like a security blanket for him to plan for anything.

Walking into a gala was exciting and nerve racking. Dick was extremely popular back in Gotham and it was honestly weird as he was normal back in Bludhaven. Dick was the perfect gentleman and made sure you felt comfortable and safe when the cameras flashed. You smiled and ignored whatever anyone said about you. It could be mean with jealousy. You were with him for his money, you were just arm candy, and you weren’t that pretty. The first time had hurt pretty badly. Now you had a new ring on your hand and you felt almost as nervous as your first gala. One through the door to the ballroom, you relaxed.

“Are you okay? You looked really nervous,” Dick said and you grimaced. That sounds like nice pictures.

“Just a little,” you said subconsciously playing with your ring. Dick, of course, noticed right away.

“What’s wrong? Do you not want the ring? Or the engagement,” he asked quietly and it broke your heart that he was even worried about it. His big blue eyes were wide with worry.

“Not at all,” you said grabbing his shoulder. “I just don’t like how they talk. I’m very happy. And I love the ring. It’s beautiful.”

Dick’s frown turned to a pleased smile. “Good. Because that was my mom’s ring.”

“Dick! You gave me a family heirloom without mentioning it? That makes it twice as special,” you said shocked. “Thats so sweet of you.”

You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “I love it. But if you give me something that important again without telling me, I’ll beat you,” you whispered in his ear and he laughed.

“Let’s dance,” Dick said. He pulled you to the dance floor. He was the best dancer out of all of the Wayne children and possibly better than Bruce. He had been dancing since he could walk. His parents were performers and taught him many dance styles. Bruce also insisted that all the children knowing all the common dances they would need to know at a gala.

Keeping up with Dick was the biggest issues with dancing. He could dance quick dances for hours and you had to remind him that not everyone spent hours a day training and fighting. At the moment you had insisted on stopping to get a drink. You practically pounded a water bottle while he sipped on some punch.

“Kinda floral. Not bad. Little sweet,” he said.

“It’s not alcoholic, is it?”

“I don’t think so. It’s just one glass,” Dick said. “I’ll be fine to drive later.”

“No. It’s just that Damian and his girlfriend have a cup each,” you said motioning over to them.

“It’s fine. They wouldn’t give them alcohol,” Dick said and you relaxed. Of course not. That would be crazy to give kids alcohol.

“Let’s sit down. My feet are getting a little tired,” you said with a wince. He nodded and you sat at a table by the dance floor. As if Dick had put out a sign, a bunch of people flocked over to talk to him.

Somehow a plate of small snacks ended up in front of you, probably Alfred. You ate a little while he played the philanthropist son of Bruce Wayne. It was actually really nice to be ignored.

Until it wasn’t.

An older Wayne investor brought a woman over as his ‘date.’ She instantly latched on to Dick and started flirting with him. Her hand kept touching his arms and shoulders. You were getting mad but this wasn’t a surprise. People acted like he was someone they could grope and touch without consequences.

Finally it was too much and you cleared your throat. She looked at you in disgust before going back to flirting with Dick.

“Can you give my fiancé some space,” you asked politely as you could. Her eyes raked over your body.

“He could do so much better than some poor trash like you in a second rate dress. Not even that ugly little ring could change that,” she said nastily. You gasped.

“Okay we’re leaving,” Dick said standing up. The woman had to back away from him. His jaw was clenched in controlled anger. He had a temper and this wasn’t the time to lose it.

You stood up and hissed as your shoes cut into your feet worse than when you had been wearing them all night. Great, you couldn’t even wear heels in front of her. She laughed. Dick simply picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the ballroom and upstairs to his old bedroom. He sat you on the bed gently.

You knew that she was just a vapid socialite but it did hurt. She had pretty accurately attacked your insecurities and you blinked to prevent yourself from crying.

“Baby,” Dick said bending to a crouch in front of you. “Don’t think anything about what she said. She’s just jealous. Not worth your time.”

“She’s not wrong though. I’m just a poor kid trying to fit in in Wayne freaking Manor,” you said wiping your face. Stupid tears.

“And I’m just a circus kid. Don’t forget that,” Dick said sitting beside you. He pulled you into a hug. “Not a single damn bit of that matters. It’s almost midnight in a minute. Do you want to go back downstairs?”

“Not a chance,” you said with a dry smile.

“I figure. We have a better view anyways,” he said opening the curtains. You could vaguely hear the noise downstairs.

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🎆🎇

“Happy New Years, baby,” Dick said giving you a kiss. He wiped the tears from your cheek.

“Happy New Years. Sorry I’m all teary,” you said.

“Nope. Don’t be sorry. My new New Years resolution is to make you smile,” he said with a devious look. His fingers suddenly attacked your sides and pulled laughter from you. He pushed you to the bed in his attack.

“Dick! Okay! Quit!” You shrieked with laughter. He stopped his hands and leaned over you.

“Alright. I quit. But since we’re alone. Wanna ring in the New Years the right way,” he asked with a smirk. You grinned back.

“Got any ideas on how to do that?” You asked back.

“So many. Baby, so many,” before kissing you. Fireworks sounded in the background.

Damian

(Older 16 yr old) Damian is literally the son of Batman. He’s going to dress like it. Nice and formal and expensive. It was like a form of armor. Homeboy looks like a million bucks. His watch might be. And if a burgundy turtleneck A accents his well defined pecs, B shows the gold in his tan skin, and C the gorgeous green in his eyes, he ain’t complaining.

“Beloved,” Damian said pulling on his jacket. “Come out,” he said in a sing song voice that would have been completely foreign to hear to anyone else but you.

You flushed as you came out. His jaw dropped before he quickly straightened his face. He’d taken the risk of buying you a dress for the party. He’d seen Bruce do it for women all the time. It was practically his calling card. Even Dick had done it a few times. But this was a first for Damian.

“You look very nice. Beautiful,” he said quietly looking away at his cuff links. “Are you ready to go downstairs?”

“Just my shoes,” you said, trying to slip them on and almost falling over. Damian quickly grabbed your waist.

“I got you. I can put them on,” he said kneeling to the ground. He hadn’t meant anything besides efficiency with his offer. But as he slid your foot into a heel and strapped it across your ankle, it felt far more intimate. His hand held your calf a little longer than necessary before switching to the other foot. This side had a slit up to your thigh and he could see your bare leg up close. Damian gulped before attaching the shoe. He quickly stood up and cleared his throat.

“Are you ready now?”

You nodded. He offered his arm and you went downstairs. Cameras flashed for just a few minutes before Damian skillfully steered you away from them. His father would kill any pictures of you before they got to the papers but Damian knew how much you hated them.

“Dance with me?” You asked and he happily complied. He had been trained in several dance styles and was good at it. He also enjoyed the way you would smile when he would spin you. If it made his beloved happy, he was happy. It attracted a little attention. Bruce Wayne’s teenage son and his date could dance with skill. This too was only viewable in person.

“Let’s get a drink,” Damian said pulling you to the refreshments. You were out of breath but happy and followed him. There was suppose to be people handling the drinks but there were so many people. Damian pushed through and grabbed two drinks and handed one to you.

“Let’s find a table,” you said. As always, Damian pulled you along to a secluded corner close to the door to the garden. Cold air and little whiffs of cigarette smoke swirled around but at least you weren’t in the overheated body filled floor anymore.

You sat and drank at your punch. It was heavily sweetened and floral. It was refreshing and... warm. You waved at yourself.

“Is it hot in here to you?” You asked Damian.

“Want to go for a walk outside? It’s cooler out there,” he suggested. Damian took your arm again and you walked out the door into the garden. A stone path lined little beds of delicate plants. Topiaries lined the path. Small solar lights and the full moon lit the garden. There were a few people walking but not many.

Damian looked so handsome. Long dark lashes frames his bright green eyes. His skin almost glistened with silver light of the moon. He bent and plucked a flower from a bush. Damian tucked it behind you ear with a little smile.

“The prettiest rose in all the garden,” he said and you smiled shyly.

“I don’t think that’s actually a rose though,” you said and he laughed. A rare occurrence.

“It’s not. But I was talking about you. May I kiss you,” he said lightly touching the side of your neck with his hand. You nodded and he leaned down. You closed your eyes and his lips brushed against yours. You pressed a hand against his chest.

Damian’s hand slid to the back of your neck to hold you as he pressed harder against your mouth. His tongue slipped in your mouth and you made the softest whimpering sound. Damian’s eyes flew open and he almost froze. That was new and he could get used to the pretty sound.

You kissed like this for a little while. Damian’s hand slid down to hold your waist when he noticed you shivered. He pulled back.

“Beloved, are you cold,” he asked, cursing himself. Of course, you were cold wearing a thin dress while he was in a full suit. He quickly pulled off his jacket and put it around your shoulders.

“Just a little. It’s fine,” you protested. He insisted on sliding your arms in the sleeves and button the jacket.

“Let’s go in. It’s close to midnight anyways,” Damian said giving you one last kiss.

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🎇🎆

“Happy New Years beloved,” he said with a kiss. Damian had grabbed another two glasses of punch and you two touched them in cheers.

“No sir,” Alfred said sternly, taking the glasses from your hands. “No alcohol for either of you. There is juice on the other side of the table.”

You waited until Alfred walked away before laughing. “They should have labeled that better.”

“That explains why it felt overly warm in here earlier,” Damian said thoughtfully.

The music had changed to overly sappy and people were kissing and dancing far too close. They were feeling the effects of the alcohol they had been drinking all night. Damian looked at them in disgust.

“Want to go upstairs,” he asked. You quickly looked at him. “Not like that. We can watch a movie or something, anything away from this.”

“Sounds great,” you said and you both left.

Jason

I’m fairly certain I’ve seen him in a suit like this in the comics. I considered him saying FU to Bruce and showing up in boots and black leather jacket. But Jason knows he looks good in red. And he’d probably get a kick out of wearing one of his suits he wore as Red Hood to a fucking gala. Bruce would know.

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“Princess, if you make me wait any longer I’ll kick down the door and physically carry you to the damn party,” Jason said with no malice in his voice. You opened the bathroom door.

“Not all of us look good without a little work,” you said playfully tapping his chest. You yanked his tie straight with a little more force than needed.

“I’d have to disagree, doll. I’d honestly prefer you in nothing,” he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“How does it look?” You said with a twirl.

“Like a million bucks. That ass. Let’s skip the party and-“

“No no no. Let’s get going. You can be handsy later,” you said grabbing your purse.

“Promise,” he asked as you both left. The roads weren’t too bad with ice and in fact, it was going to be a rare dry night in Gotham.

Jason didn’t do pictures. He hated them and so you both parked in the servant entrance and walked in a side door. It didn’t matter. The Manor was beautiful no matter how you looked at it. And being a poor kid from Gotham, you couldn’t believe you were actually at a party in Wayne freaking Manor.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just a bunch of shitty rich people in pretty walls. They aren’t any better than us. Hell, worth half of you, sweetheart. Let’s get a drink,” he said pulling you to the drink table. It was pretty packed but he muscled through to the front. He got your preferred drink. “And a whiskey on the rocks.”

“Don’t get drunk,” you whispered to him. “I won’t sleep with you drunk.”

“With a finger of water,” Jason added to the bartender who nodded.

“Good save,” you said turning to look at the floor. You sipped your drink and people watched.

Dick and his date were dancing some quick steps in the middle of the floor. No surprise there. Tim was talking to boring business men and his poor date looked absolutely bored on her feet. Alfred was watching Damian and his date from the corner of his eyes whereas Damian seemed completely oblivious with his eyes on her all night. And Bruce was currently heavily flirting with a woman who literally meowed at him. You resisted the urge to gag and turned back to Jason.

“Wanna dance,” Jason asked casually watching the floor. But you knew he wanted to dance because he asked.

“Yeah,” you said grabbing his hand. He pulled to to the floor. Jason was also trained to dance as all the Wayne boys had been. But he was probably the worst dancer out of all of them. His parents had never taught him anything as nice as dancing and he’d only lived with Bruce for a few years before the whole Joker thing. But Jason was a natural athlete and his dancing was still pretty darn good.

The dance was a bit slower than the one Dick and his date had been dancing to earlier. Jason held one hand on your waist and the other stayed in your hand. His dancing was visibly polite and innocent. The words he whispered in your ear were far from.

“Is it hard being the hottest woman here? This dress on your ass is fucking delicious,” he whispered and you flushed at his words. “I can’t wait to fuck you in it later.”

He really enjoyed saying things that were completely naughty in public where you could do nothing about it. But you knew that if he kept it up, you’d be finding a spare room before New Years even came. And you didn’t want to miss the fireworks again this year.

As the song ended, and you thoroughly turned on and scandalized, you asked him to walk in the garden with you. Lover boy needed something to cool him down.

“Sure, Princess,” he said snagging 2 glasses of punch on the way out. You both walked between the flower beds and he told you stories of things that had happened there. “And that’s when Dick accidentally cut the top foot off of this bush. Alfred had him scrubbing floors for a month,” Jason said with a laugh. “It was so bad that there is still a rule of no swords in the garden. Damian hates it.”

“I bet he does. But he could probably destroy the entire garden with a pocket knife,” you said with a laugh. Jason suddenly pulled you to the side with a hush. He motioned over a ways.

“Speaking of the kid, look over there,” Jason whispered. You looked over to see Damian making out with a girl his age. It was so weird to see him being so sweet. “I didn’t know he felt human emotion, much less find someone his age to makeout with.”

“They could have said that about you a few years ago,” you said slyly.

“Yeah, point taken. Want the best view of the fireworks?” Jason said.

“Where?”

“Top of the roof.”

You blanched at the idea. “No thanks. I choose life.”

“It’s safe. There’s a ladder and everything,” Jason said hugging you from behind. “Best view in the house. And if not, dinners on me.”

“Jay, you get the check every time,” you reminded him. He chuckled.

“Maybe I’m just trying to get a pretty girl alone to give her a kiss,” Jason said pulling you to the roof. You flushed. “Unlike demon boy making out in the garden. I have class.”

“You’re a classy lady. Show me the way before I change my mind,” you said. He took you to a ladder over the library. You pulled off your heels and started climbing.

“Don’t worry I’ll catch you you if you fall Princess. I’m right behind you. Did I mention your ass in this dress? I kinda have the perfect view,” he said. You rolled your eyes before throwing your leg over the side of the roof. Jason quickly followed you.

“Here, wear my jacket,” Jason said throwing the red blazer over your shoulder.

“Oo my knife now,” you said feeling in his pocket and pulling out a sizable switchblade.

“I forgot to take it out of there. I wouldn’t touch it too much,” Jason said taking it out of your hands with a grimace. You gave him a look.

“That’s incredibly gross. Seriously. Do I even want to know?”

“Not really. Look at the stars. You can see them through the shitty Gotham sky,” Jason said sitting on a box. He pulled you into his lap and you were grateful as it was really quite cold. You could see some stars and you leaned your back against his chest and looked up at the heavens for a few minutes.

The music stopped downstairs. It must be almost midnight. You couldn’t understand but you heard Bruce talk over a mic. Then everyone started counting.

3–2-1

🎇🎆

“Happy New Years, Jaybird,” you said turning your head and holding Jason’s jaw. You leaned your head up and gave him a kiss. He held you close and you made out until the sound of a firework had you jumping. You laughed before turning to look. The roof really did have the best view.

After a few minutes of watching the fireworks you heard some lewd noises. Jason looked over at a window near your spot.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said with a disgusted look. “That’s fucking Tim’s room and the sound of him getting laid is literally the last thing I want. What I do want is to take a bite out of that ass I’ve been looking at all night.”

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