#Jason was gonna try and escape and go back to Gotham but Damian is just so cute? And loves him so much? And Talia is being so nice?

[aries-writingblog]

Strawberries and Cigarettes

Summary: Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool; But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader (+Damian appearance)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language?

AN: thank you all for the support on Angel Baby❤️ it’s really really appreciated.

Jason tilted his head back until he felt the cold brick against his skull. Relief flooded as he closed his eyes, the irritation diminishing.

He exhaled deeply, the smoke leaving his lungs. With his knees up, forearms propped on top, he tapped his fingertips against his knee. He was sure ashes were falling onto his clothes.

YN wouldn’t like the smell. He’d have to change when he went back in. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his Red Hood gear— perhaps it wouldn’t have held the smell like his hoodie would.

No; He hadn’t wanted to stay in that gear for another minute, much less fifteen.

He had been freezing when he came home— wanting nothing but the comfort of sweatpants and his girlfriend. But he needed to take his edge off first, or else he’d stay up all night. Tossing and turning.

YN had work in the morning.

Luckily, he had early patrol this week. He was actually home at a decent hour; He was able to spend time with her.

His tired eyes cracked open, sliding across the sparse view from the fire escape.

A pair of booted feet dropped down onto the metal platform. Nearly silent.

“Are you going to stay out here all night?” Damian demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jason sighed through his nose, taking another drag of his cigarette before cutting his eyes back over to his brother.

“Are you gonna stop dropping by my apartment unannounced?” He rebutted, flicking the ash away.

He wondered how long Damian had been perched on the rooftop, waiting for him to move. Jason was already twelve minutes in— on his second cigarette.

He had gotten antsy and deviated from his plan of waiting Jason out. Dropped down anyways.

“Those aren’t healthy.” Damian stated, nodding to the stick between his fingers.

“Gee, thanks.” Jason droned sarcastically, tilting his head to blow smoke in the opposite direction. “Why are you here?”

“I have business with YN.”

The older boy rolled his eyes, a soft ‘tch’ coming from his mouth. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his free hand coming up to run through his hair and tug at the roots.

“You’re like twelve.” Jason met his brother’s eyes in a blank stare. “Just say you wanted to see her.”

Damian’s face warmed, despite the chill that had settled in over the atmosphere as night set in over Gotham.

“Didn’t you stop smoking months ago?”Damian wrinkled his nose, eying him suspiciously. “Does YN know you’re out here?”

Jason rolled his eyes. The only person the little brat had to get along with would be his girlfriend. Whether the cause be cosmic karma or just Damian trying his damndest to annoy him.

“I’ll throw you from this fire escape.” He threatened.

Damian’s left brow lifted. After staring at Jason for an unprecedented amount of time, he finally huffed before ducking through the window. His cape smacking Jason in the face.

Jason growled, every neuron of his brain telling him to reach in, grab the little jerk, and hold him by his underwear off the platform.

It would upset YN, but how much was he willing to undergo the silent treatment?

Damian made sure his steps were loud enough to alert Yn. As brilliant as she was, she was still a hopeless civilian. The tiniest of squeaks could go by unnoticed.

He was sparse in his evaluation of the apartment— it rarely changed form, as both Jason and YN were far too comfortable to actually change any aspect of the living quarters.

As usual in the apartment, Jason had books strewn about. Most were face down, still open. Others were stacked and piled on any flat surface available. Blankets were piled on the sofa, where a basket of unfolded laundry also sat.

Damian grit his teeth— nearly bursting a blood vessel— at the sight of the coffee table. Pieces of his red hood armor sat out in the open, along with multiple handguns and knives.

Didn’t he understand the simple concert of vigilante and secret?

He tried to smooth his expression over as he approached the kitchen— where he could hear soft humming and the clank of glassware.

“Hey, Damian— everything okay?” YN asked. She lifted the glass measuring cup to the light, squinting at the lines— bringing the cup closer to her face.

Damian frowned; She needed glasses. If he pointed it out again, she would just brush him off again.

Stubborn as a mule.

“Fine.” He replied, disinterested as he pulled a barstool out. Plopping down, his eyes glued to Yn’s actions. “Your boyfriend is smoking on the fire escape.”

YN exhaled a short laugh, shaking her head at how fast Damian was to snitch on his brother to her. It had been discovered that when it came to her, the boy was always looking to start a hate campaign against Jason.

Because YN deserved way better than Jason Todd, and Damian was not shy to hold his opinion to himself.

“Better than inside.” She assured him. Damian’s brow lifted suspiciously.

“You’re letting him do it?”

YN’s movements slowed, her lips pursing. Damian saw her swallow her first thought, keeping it quiet.

Even though Jason ‘forbade’ him from doing it, Damian still looked up a background on the girl when she first came around the Manor. She and Jason had been dating for five months before her first visit.

He didn’t really care what Todd had to say— he was running a background on her.

He wasn’t sure of what exactly he had been expecting, but what he found wasn’t it.

Two restraining orders issued on a pair of brothers, several pages of wellness checks by the police (all which ended with the officers being escorted off the property with no other words being exchanged).

Her medical records were also chock full of ‘accidents’.

So Damian had a pretty clear idea of why she rarely spoke her mind. That was something he assumed Jason was working on with her.

“He’s had a rough week.” YN excused, her brow creased as she stirred her dry ingredients together.

“That is enabling behavior.”

Okay, so he was also working on it with her.

He’d never admit it. Not even in front of God Themselves.

YN exhaled a short laugh, her face warming exponentially. It was pathetic that a twelve year old had more self worth than she did— even worse that he was teaching her to be better.

“Okay. I’ll talk with him about it.” She murmured, keeping her eyes low. Damian hummed, content for now. “What’s going on, Shortstack?”

“Father enrolled me in an extracurricular.” He announced, crossing his arms and propping his elbows on the counter before him.

“What is it?”

Damian never understood why YN was such an apt listener. Even to the most boring of conversations.

He would hate to see her in a gala situation. She would be stuck for days.

Not that Todd would ever bring her to one, but should he ever, he would have to stick close by her. Nothing to do the fact that he would actually enjoy it for once. Of course not.

“Fencing.”

YN paused at the venom behind a single word; She tossed a glance over her shoulder at the young boy. His brows furrowed and a look a genuine dissatisfaction on his features. Damian habitually had a hint of that face permanently.

“Did you want to do that?”

“I am already the best in the class.” Damian droned. The words were supposed to be good words, but his voice made them seem depressing. His eyes cut over to hers— narrowed and annoyed. “We’ve had two lessons.”

“You’re bored, then?”

“Extremely.”

“Did you say any of this to him?” She asked, keeping her focus on her task. This was always the best way to obtain information from nearly all the Wayne boys. Coaxing information without direct confrontation. Anything to make them feel less vulnerable. Except Dick— he spilled secrets without a second thought. “What other choices did you have?”

“There’s… “ Damian’s voice instantly perished, his throat closing and keeping the thought locked in. His face warmed uncomfortably. He cleared his throat before trying his luck. “I was interested in taking… piano classes.”

A beat of silence fell over the kitchen.

Just the noise of YN scraping what seemed to be a pie crust out onto a pile of flour.

A small seed of anxious doubt buried itself at the apex of his heart. Worming its way through the muscle.

He put too much trust in her, he shouldn’t have spoken. It wasn’t too late to snap at her and leave the apartment. He could—

“There’s nothing wrong with piano, Damian.” YN spoke up, once she realized he was awaiting her response.

For all his eccentricities and independence, Damian was still just a boy. YN, while she never babied him, spoke to him as such. Encouraged him to delve into his own interests— something other than the League or Robin or Batman.

She was having better luck than Bruce, at least.

“I don’t know how Father will react.” He cautioned.

YN clicked her tongue softly, nodding her head. She had learned long ago that Damian had many facades for many different occasions. He was very good at pretending and acting indifferent. Especially when it came down to his father’s approval.

“Just explain your thoughts. If he has a problem with it, tell him to come see me.”

Damian hummed, the corner of his mouth tugged uncontrollably.

It was the closest YN had ever gotten to a smile.

The closest anyone had ever gotten from him.

“You cannot fight Father, YN.” He decided, shaking his head. “You will lose.”

She laughed, wiping her hands off before crossing the room. YN pulled the chair out right beside his, scooting it over to give him his space.

Then she laced her fingers together and leaned her forearms against the table.

With her attention solely on him now, Damian could feel the shift. He often felt that shift with her; Where her attention was on him and him only. It always made him feel like he was the only person in the world— like Gotham could be in flames outside at that moment, but she wanted to hear every detail about his day.

No wonder Todd had an ego the size of North America.

“Point is, sometimes two can be better than one. Make sense?”

“I suppose.” Damian agreed. YN smiled warmly.

It almost made him want to smile back. He would have, had the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. A soft noise in the next room ripping him out of the falsified world YN had smothered his senses in.

In the next moment, Jason’s broad shouldered form came striding through the doorway. He had stripped off his hoodie, down to his t shirt; Forearms on display, as well as the scars that laced his skin.

“Hey, babe, we’ve gotta start closing those windows. We’re getting cockroaches in here.” Jason swatted at Damian’s ear, keeping his body out of the boy’s range.

It didn’t stop him from leaping out of his chair, nearly fuming. Jason snorted: it was always so easy to rile him up. No matter how much training or discipline Damian touted about, he was still a kid with his brothers, and he would always be so easy to make angry.

“I’ll show you, cockroaches, Todd.” He growled, rocketing forward. His shoulder caught Jason’s stomach, hauling both of them backwards into the wall.

Jason grunted at the force, grappling to gain a grip on Damian’s uniform. Gripping the cape, he brought it directly over the boy’s head, holding it over his eyes.

It only infuriated him further.

Damian’s hand slipped down to where his sword hung at his hip. Yn’s eyes widened as she shot back to her feet, prepared to involve herself if the situation got sticky.

“Hey! Not inside!” She threatened, stepping forward once more. Damian shoved away from his older brother, scowling. Jason had the nerve to smirk at the obedience the boy portrayed when it came to YN. “We might not have a lot of nice stuff but we are civilized.”

“Some of us.” He cut his eyes down to the short teenager at his side.

Damian’s elbow prodded into his ribs; The older boy winced, reaching out to smack him.

“Jason.” YN warned.

“Fine.” He stepped away, a deep pout on his lips.

“I have to go anyways.” Damian broke away from the melee group, beginning his exit.

“Hate for you to miss bedtime and story time.” Jason teased, grinning at his own clever remark.

Damian didn’t flinch; He continued on his path toward the window, stopping at the doorframe to turn back around and announce:

“I will slip in under the cover of night and steal your kneecaps to make decorative bowls out of them.”

“Yeah, right.”

YN rolled her eyes and spun on her heel, going back to her original task.

Jason immediately saw his opportunity to get closer to YN and took it, without care of the four foot child-man in the room.

He curled his body around hers, arms winding around her to pull her closer. His chin propped on her shoulder— gently swaying.

Damian’s mouth tugged into a sharp frown at the blatant show of affection.

“Gross.”

“My apartment, dumbass.” Jason snarked.

“Goodnight, YN.” Damian sighed; His lip curled as his eyes raked over the overly large man, clinging to her body. “Todd.”

“Gremlin.”

He didn’t reply further, simply turning on his heel and slipping off into the apartment. Jason listened for his feet on the grating of the fire escape, the tell tale whizzing noise of a grappling hook, a cape whipping through the air.

Once he was sure Damian was gone, his attention returned to where it was always meant to be.

He exhaled sharply, a small shake of his head— the best he could do, seeing as he’d melded their bodies together.

“God, that kid is weird.” Jason’s words were muffled by her skin, as he pressed his mouth against her shoulder.

“He’s a kid— he’s supposed to be weird.” YN’s lips curled in the corners, amused at his tone.

She could have told him that he shouldn’t have spoken against his youngest brother’s eccentricity. She could have told him that she recalled stories a certain butler had divulged to her over tea one afternoon.

It would’ve done no good— not at this proximity. Jason would just press himself closer and drown her teasing out with slow kisses until she forgot what she was saying.

It happened more often than not.

“Not like that he’s not.” He grumbled. YN rolled her eyes, continuing her task of chopping strawberries. Jason’s hand snuck off her waist and to the pile to snag two of the fruit pieces. “What are you making?”

“I went by the farmers market and found these,” Yn lifted a small green basket of ripe strawberries, bringing them to his face and shoving his nose into them. “Don’t they smell good?”

“Yes, Christ.” He hissed, his head jerking back. YN laughed at his faux annoyance, biting down on her bottom lip. Jason pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek and backed away, leaving a swat to her backside. “Didn’t answer my question. Did you get any more of those fruit tart things?”

He opened the fridge door, perusing the items in search.

“Yes I did— top shelf.” Jason snagged two from the box, using his elbow to close the door. “And I’m making strawberry pies. One for us and one for Wayne Manor.”

“Ugh. Why do you insist on being nice to those assholes?” He whined, nearly melting against the appliance.

“They’re your family, Jason.”

He frowned.

While over the past few years, Jason’s connections had become significantly less strained with his family, he still didn’t completely feel that he fit in with them.

He had missed so much— too much. The bitterness and hatred had swept him away. Sometimes he still felt that wave crash into him as he sat with them, watched as they fit so well together.

It was why, when he found YN, he didn’t share any information. Barely visited them.

He wanted a home again.

He wanted her to be home. Specific and special for him.

Jason was always selfish with her.

“You’re my family,” He argued. Dropping his dessert into a napkin, Jason approached his girlfriend. His hands resting low on her hips, his head peeking around to her face. “They are the estranged wealthy vigilante group on the side.”

“They are not, hard ass.” She scoffed; She shifted in his hold where they were face to face. “It’s at least for Alfred on your behalf, then. Better?”

Jason grunted, pursing his lips.

YN leaned in to press a quick kiss to his mouth, an attempt to sate him.

Jason caught her three more times, each kiss longer than the last.

She broke away, both hands coming to his chest. Jason stared down at her, mostly her lips. Anxious to kiss her again.

“Speaking of your family, Steph and Cass wanted to come over sometime next week. Girls night.” YN explained.

Jason’s head fell back, a loud groan slipping from his chest. The noise vibrated from his body into her own, as he hugged her closer.

“I’ve gotta get more cigarettes.” He whispered to the ceiling, causing her elbow to jut out into his belly gently. “They’re gonna have you all night, I won’t see you at all. Steph talks way too loud and Cass just hits me in the dick as a greeting.”

YN bit down on her lip to suppress her grin. She had definitely not been present when his siblings decided that it would be a good idea for Cass to start doing that to Jason. And she certainly didn’t laugh every time Cass did it, either.

And since Cass was pretty much terrifying, he didn’t say anything about it.

“Fine— go stay at the manor that night. You won’t have to watch the movie with us, or eat the pizza we order.” YN shrugged, untangling herself from him.

Damn her: she knew he was a sucker for a movie night.

“What movie?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to appear nonchalant. YN only wiped her hands on a kitchen rag.

She got close to his face, close enough he could feel her breath against his skin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She murmured, tweaking his nose. Backing away quickly, she winked before spinning on her heel and disappearing down the hallway.

Jason scrambled after her, calling out: “What movie?”

#jason todd x f!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd fic

[ailithnight]

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A King in Arkham

Chapter 4

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Danny. I understand you don't want to go with your godfather. Is there a reason for that?

Can't go with Vlad!

If you know something we don't about him, you need to tell us. Otherwise he will win custody.

It's.. He'll.. he'll make me.. turn me.. his fault!

What's his fault, Danny?

His fault. All his. All.. My.. no, my fault. It's all my fault...

Danny?

IT'S MY FAULT! I KILLED THEM! ALL DEAD! Because of me...

Now Danny, I'm sure that's not true. What happened at the Nasty Burger-

I made it happen.

Corporate negligence-

He knew. I knew. Dan knew what would happen. Dan made it happen. He knew the sauce was gonna blow. He knew Lancer would arrange the meeting there. He cheated. He lured them there. He bound them up so they couldn't escape and ran the time out until they exploded! Dan did that and Dan was me, so I did that.

Daniel...?

I murdered them. I murdered everyone. 

Da-

IT'S ALL MY FAU- *static*

.

Tim started talking after the audio cut to static.

"What you just heard is the last, partially recovered therapy session of Danny's in Chicago. The cameras were beyond salvaging. No one except Danny knows what happened after the audio cuts. What is known is that nearby witnesses heard what they claim sounded like a 'screaming moan' coming from the therapy room. When doctors and staff went to check; the therapist Mrs. Alders was slumped against the wall, appearing to have been forcefully pushed, with minor head trauma. Danny was curled up on the other side of the room, panicking and muttering about a Dan.

While Mrs. Alders mostly recovered from the incident, she does not know how she ended up slammed against the wall. Once this audio was recovered, it was turned over to the police. Given the severity of the... confession... in conjunction with the apparent assault, the courts decided to move Danny to an asylum for the criminally insane." Tim paused in the debrief, letting the information sink in. After a moment, Duke raised his hand. Jason scoffed at the action.

"This ain't kindergarten kid, say your bit."

"I just, that explains why an asylum in general. But why Arkham?" Tim nodded, pulling up a picture of a document.

"Kid's godfather, business tycoon and multimillionaire, Vlad Masters. Insisted that if his godson should have to go to an asylum, he'll go to the- and I quote- 'Best in the country.' Made a deal with the state that he'll foot the bill while he continues fighting for custody. Apparently didn't do his research enough to know that 'Best Known' and 'Best' are not the same." Bruce had the next question.

"So, Master's doesn't have custody yet?"

"Nope." Tim popped his 'p', pulling up more documents. Investigative reports. "Given Danny's reactions to him, CPS started investigating. Found a lot of shady shit. Narcissism, anger issues, control issues, coercion tactics. 

One agent said he tried to bribe her with a rather large sum of money, which she might have taken if she wasn't well enough off from a family inheritance and mostly doing this work for the kids. Of course, same agent also said he had 'Rancid vibes' and 'tried to posses' her, but her 'Grammy's necklace protected her' so her credibility was deemed iffy.

Still, there's enough there that it's unlikely Masters will be able to gain custody any time soon. So if Gotham's favorite serial adopter with a good track record for helping troubled kids, Brucie Wayne, were to step in..." Tim's smirk is infectious and makes its way around the table. Bruce's lips twitch ver briefly into a fond smile, before dropping back into a frown.

"What do you make of the... confession?" Jason doesn't even try to hold in his groan.

"Seriously, B? It was survivor's guilt or some kind of psychotic episode or something." Damian frowns.

"I would not discredit him so quickly, Hood. After all, his ghosts are real apparently."

"Hnn." Bruce gets that look on his face. The almost constipated frown that means he is going to have to do something unpleasant like host a gala or attend a business meeting or, "I will have to call Constantine to verify what the entity we are dealing with is." 

Jason lets out a gleeful snort. "Have fun with that one, B. In the mean time can I go break our kid out yet or what?"

"Actually, Hood," Jason turns a glare on Tim, who is once again holding his hands up placatingly. "That still leaves us with the issue of making him an escapee and you an accomplice."

"Well fuckin Brucie Wayne can't exactly just walk up to Arkham and ask if they've got any blue eyed black haired boys for him to adopt."

"Not exactly what I'm suggesting here."  Batman sighs.

"What are you suggesting." Tim pulls out a case he had tucked under the desk, a truly devious smirk painted across his face.

"Just a little temporary theft. Only long enough to put the kid's face on the news for Brucie to stumble across." He opens the case, sliding it over to Jason. Inside, a replica of a relic from Tim's own past; resized to fit his bigger, broader brother. "You remember Red X, don't you?" 

The green that had been tinting Jason's vision the whole meeting finally subsides, giving way to wicked mirth.

"Oh, hell yes." 

Batman sighs.

.

"You don't get it do you? I'm still here. I still exist. That means you still turn into me."

Another night, another nightmare of a memory jolting Danny back into the waking world. His chest is tight, a high whine suppressing itself in the back of his throat. Danny's eyes dart around his room, searching for the shadowy void of his most frequent visitor. But Spectra isn't there tonight. She hasn't come back since she was seen by Banana Bat. 

It's strange. Danny had gotten used to waking up with her there, towering over him, shadowy clawed hand resting somewhere on his body as she feasted on his misery. He didn't mind, really. He had plenty to give and she didn't even rough him up too bad. Just enough to keep the psyches concerned. The last 3 days without her presence had been... not lonely. Danny was already lonely. But emptier. Like the one good thing his continued existence was doing for someone had been ripped away.

Truly, Danny felt he had nothing left in this world. Nothing to give, nothing to gain. But he couldn't die. Couldn't unleash full ghost Phantom on the world again. That's what created Dan. No, this was what he had to give. All he had to give. To stay human so that Dan never becomes ghost.  To live, as the least burden he could be, so that Dan never died. 

Clockwork must have known what would happen if Danny fully died. That must be why he spared him. The Observants sentenced Danny to death. But Clockwork was smarter. He sentenced Danny to life. And really, it's such a small price to pay for the sins of his other self. 

Despite what the others say, Arkham isn't hell. The only issue Danny's had was the clown and that's not really anyone's fault. It's just, Danny looked at the Joker and he saw Freakshow. And he saw that stupid staff. And he heard that grating laugh. And all he could think about was how that was the only thing that could still turn him into Dan. If the clown took control again. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't! Not becoming a Dan, not becoming a problem; that's all he could do now! He couldn't he couldn't he couldn't...

Danny was broken out of his spiraling thoughts by the now familiar buzzing echoing clanging sound of another break out. He closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. Then, suddenly, he was lifted up, hoisted onto someone's shoulders in a fireman's carry. 

"Damn kid, do you weigh anything?" 

Danny's eyes flew open, his body subconsciously tensed for a fight Danny wouldn't actually fight. The voice, clearly modulated, sounded high and breezy. His head turned to look at the person now forcefully evicting him from his room. Black body suit. White mask. Red slashes in a stylized X. Built like his Dad... Danny had no idea who this was.

For a moment, Danny felt a twinge of fear. He had no idea who this was. They obviously weren't with Arkham. They had just stolen him from his room and, holy shit they were flying now. No. Not flying, grappling. And running. Moving very fast towards the exit. With Danny. For unknown reasons. 

Holy shit, someone was kidnapping a teenager from an insane asylum. That, probably wasn't good. Any normal or sane person would be scared for their health and wellbeing. But, well... Danny was hardly normal. And sane was becoming increasingly questionable. 

And this guy, well he didn't trigger Danny's ghost sense. No chilly breath escaping his mouth. So he was human, not a ghost. It's not like a human could kill Danny. Not with his ghostly healing factor. Sure, they could make his life a living hell. Beat him, violate him, enslave him. But a human couldn't turn him into Dan so... Danny doesn't think he really cares. 

"Um, why are you carrying me?"

"Taking you out of here." 

"Clearly, I meant why?"

"Owe someone a favor." That was mildly concerning. Danny could think of one person who would stoop to this.

"Did Vlad send you?"

"Master's? Nope. He couldn't afford my services."

"Oh. Okay." As long as it wasn't Vlad. They were almost to the main gate now. There was screaming behind them, now. Danny loomed behind them as the person grappled up the wall and vaulted them over. Danny caught the barest glimpse of the twink in a burlap sack mask striding out the door, leaving a noxious cloud in his wake.

Then they're gone, grappling to then moving across rooftops. It's not a bad feeling. Kinda fun even. Flying as a ghost was nice. Really nice. But different from this. Gravity literally didn't touch you if you didn't want it too. But this? Danny could feel the pull of the earth, the force of every swing. Gravity was still there, exerting its influence, but they were defying it. 

For a tiny moment, Danny felt the ghost of a smile on his lips. The good feeling was fleeting, like all his feelings these days. But it was there and it was enough to shock a small "Oh." from Danny.

"Oh what, runt?"

"Nothing, just. Never grappled before. S'nice."

"Oh." It was such a soft thing, Danny once more found himself pondering the intentions of his kidnapper. 

"Do I get to know where we're going?"

"Safe house for the night. I'm your baby sitter."

"And tomorrow?"

"We'll see."

"...Okay."

.

The next morning, Vicki Vale stumbles across the story of her career (so far) sitting dazed and confused in her office. A prepubescent boy in an oversized Arkham uniform? The day after a breakout where Scarecrow and only one other inmate escaped? Oh this is bound to sell.

Okay, I know the show pretty heavily implies that Teen Titans Robin us Dick.

But

What if it was Tim?

#A King in Arkham #DP x DC #my writing #will taglist later #bedtime

[inprogress-predicament]

Incorrect BatFam Quotes

Tim: I know you're mad, but before you saying anything, yes we screwed up, and yes you warned us and yes I don't know where I'm going with this. But! I do know this: I have reached the end of my sentence.

Bruce:

Tim: Oh my god, did that work?

Bruce: NO! It Didn't. I Can't Believe You Let A Personal Argument Derail The Investigation.

Tim: I would characterize it more as a professional vigilatne disagreement.

Bruce: I heard the tape.

Tim: Oh, no. Yeah well, then you know it was a straight crazy bitch fight. I know we screwed up-

Bruce: There is a murderer out there that could have been put behind bars by now! Couples do not do extended stake outs for a reason, Tim.

Tim: I'm sorry. If its any consolation, I'm pretty sure my relationship is over.

Bruce: Have a seat.

Tim: Oh, it's gonna be a long one.

Bruce: When Selina and I first started dating, it was complicated, for several reasons. We were both young and desperate to prove we were independent and capable. Consequently, we both overworked ourselves to the point where we sometimes didn't speak for weeks. Not to mention the numerous time our lines of work put us in each other's way.

Tim: Is this a riddle? Teach Batman to communicate like an adult?

Bruce: No, listen. An easy fix would have been to set aside a day or two to be together and talk things out. But, in the end we decided that the other half of the relationship was being too difficult and there was no reason to continue the relationship.

Tim: I remember. You got really into dogs, started two shelters on Selina's block just to piss her off.

Bruce: You can't prove of that was me. In any event, when Jason would take off on the streets in a way I could never follow, when you would escape Alfred and hide on rooftops without your tracker, and when Damian had a hard time adjusting to life with morality laws against taking human life and trying to kill his way through Gotham's darkness, Selina was the one to hunt down you boys and bring you back home safe. Selina was the one who adjusted her working style to meet me where I was. We're married and I still regret not being the first one to give in. Do you follow?

Tim: Absolutely.

Bruce: You're Selina.

Tim: Yep.

Bruce: Kon is me.

Tim: Got it.

#tim drake #Kon el #Bruce wayne #Batman #Incorrect quotes #Selina kyle #Catwoman #Dc #Gotham #source: brooklyn 99

[capricorn-stark]

Late Night Drives w the Batboys

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a/n: just trying headcanons lol, lmk me what you think. also, tysm once again for 100 follows you guys!!!

Dick Grayson

The drives probably happen after a date or after he picks you up from work/uni on a Friday night

First thing he does every time is turning on the radio

He’s down for whatever you like listening to, but if you’re good with anything it’s probably just pop hits

You’ll probably hear him humming some of the tunes under his breath or tapping his fingers against the wheel to match the beat

He loves talking and making conversations with you while driving

Will tell you about all sorts of crazy shit going on in his life, whether it’s about his day job or what happens during patrols

Loves listening to your stories and about the random issues going on in your life, gives great advice (when it’s not him making the decisions) and is just generally wonderful to talk to

He feels like the type of guy to take your hand while he’s driving or when you’re just sitting at a red light or stuck in traffic

You’re either going to drive around for the sake of driving around, or he’ll take you to one of Bludhaven’s docks or some hillside, some place with a nice view

Sitting on the hood of his car and just talking while he holds your hand, wraps his arms around your waist, brushes your hair out of your face

Just little things that make you know he’s paying attention and makes you feel like he really loves you, which he does

Jason Todd

If you’re in a car, he would be blasting music and it would probably be both of you screaming out the lyrics to the song that’s on

I feel like there would be a time where one of you doesn’t know the lyrics and tries to discreetly look them up without the other person realizing it

The other person totally figures that out and you never let them live it down

Probably the handsier type, one hand on the wheel while he drives, other hand resting on your thigh

Acts like he doesn’t know the effect he has on you 

But he definitely does, considering how long you’ve been together

I also feel like he’d probably take you for trips on his bike instead of a car, though, so if you’re taking his bike: 

He likes having your arms wrapped around him while he drives, he likes feeling you relax and resting your head against his shoulder

He loves driving, so he might just take you down long mostly-empty roads and just fly through the night

Depending on his mood and yours you could be talking about anything from his dark traumatic past to discussing how great the new chilidog place is downtown

With Jason you can literally never tell

Will probably pull over at some point to chill on his bike, talk, or kiss

He’s bad at telling you he loves you so times like these are his way of letting you know that

Driving is his way to escape, and he loves having you there with him to feel like you and him are the only things that matter for a little while

Tim Drake

You’re probably the one dragging him out of the house or his office just to get him to stop working for an hour or so

He’ll definitely protest saying he has “so much work to do” and how he’s “so close to being done”, but you both know he secretly loves taking a break just to drive with you

It’s mostly just you guys talking about absolutely anything and everything, from his life at WE to philosophical debates about stupid shit

And I mean just random, stupid shit

“If you drop soap on the floor, is the floor clean or is the soap dirty?"

“If I try to fail, but succeed, which one did I do?"

“...Tim, is this a personal question? Because I feel like you’re talking about something you personally went through right now-”

He gets really into these kind of conversations

You’ll probably stop by a drive-through to grab something to eat while chilling in your car

He’ll let you steal his fries 

Unless he was talking about how his day was going and brings up the office, he won’t even mention work

He’s definitely way more interested in you and what you have to say, he loves hearing about your problems and trying to think of ways to help you get around them

These would be some of the few times he really gets to forget about everything else and focus on just you, and he loves it

Damian Wayne (aged up) 

Honey, he steals the Batmobile

Like actually, he’s done it before in the comics to impress chicks and you can bet he’d do it again

If he acts this way as a literal twelve year old imagine what he’s gonna do when he’s older

You’d have a fine time perusing around in it, clicking all the weird buttons it has just to “test out” the different functions

You may or may not have accidentally activated the flamethrowers Bruce had installed for unknown reasons

And that may or may not have ended up getting you guys caught after some poor GCPD officer on a late shift saw the Batmobile zooming down the street with a whole column of fire shooting out of it, but it ended up being okay because Damian acted like he didn’t know what his father was talking about when he was confronted with it

Otherwise, you’d probably end up on a late night drive after you and Damian decide to ditch a gala or some random fancy party

“It was far too stuffy to stay in that place, Father will understand our absence.”

“Damian, you were hosting the event.”

He lets you do most of the talking during the drive because he likes listening to you and the sound of your voice

He’ll still act all cool, but he’ll be smiling and letting out the occasional laugh at your stories here and there, adding on his own snarky comments or stories every once in a while

Instead of going home, he’ll probably want to take you somewhere to grab dinner or just to head to a nice part of Gotham to get a moment between yourselves and enjoy a pretty view

He feels like the type of guy who would really be into grand gestures and giving you the best of the best for literally everything

So your late night drives are little moments where he’s dialing all that back just to get some time alone with you, listen to you, and get to know you better 

And as much as he’ll deny it to everyone else, he’d love those moments the most

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Omg! Italian-American Jason ttly watches soccer while being overly emotional about it.

I also deeply believe that he prefers soccer to football and y'all can rip this headcanon from my cold, dead hands.

I’ve never considered that but yes! Jason watches soccer and yells about bad calls while eating the most unhealthy food you’ve ever heard of.

“Did you have to make bacon Mac and cheese chili cheese dogs?” You asked watching him load up like it was his last meals. Just because he went through calories like he stole them didn’t mean you could.

“There’s also a margerita pizza in the oven and a salad in the fridge,” he said with kiss to your forehead. “But the game starts in 5 and I’m not missing it. And if Metropolis keeps diving, I swear I will personally drive over there and whoop-“

“Jay!”

“Kidding! I’ll have a nice kind conversation about how it’s a fucking soccer field and not a diving board,” he ended his sentence. You had your hands on your hips and looked at him. “I’m not going anywhere. But I don’t know if I can stay cool with Tim’s boyfriend talking trash if we lose another game to metropolis of all places.”

“You’re gonna take a breath before you burst a blood vessel,” you said rolling your eyes. A knock at the door broke your conversation as Jason opened the door. Dick, Tim, Damian, and Roy showed up.

“Look who the cat dragged in,” Jason said with a grin.

“We we’re almost late because this one was Skyping,” Roy said pointing to Tim.

“Kon is in space and he managed a call. What can I say,” Tim said slipping away before Jason could give him a head rub.

“Stop being so horny?” Damian answered.

“You shouldn’t even know that word,” Dick protested.

“I’m 15. Everyone knows that word,” Damian said slipping his shoes off unlike the other guys. Jason looked at them pointedly and they complied before piling in the living area. Jason and Roy piled unfathomable amounts of food on their plates. Dick grabbed a single slice of pizza and sat down.

“What is that?” Jason asked. Dick looked up confused. “What child are you feeding? That’s a bite.”

“Oh, well some of us have to fit in our suits and can’t just eat junk,” Dick answered and Jason and Roy started laughing. “You joke but I went out for tacos with Kori one time and I felt like Mr Incredible trying to roll the pants on.” They laughed harder.

“Oh god Dick, why would you make it so tight,” Jason asked. Even Tim was grinning.

“Hey now, there’s a reason Nightwing is Gotham’s sexiest hero and Red Hood makes the list of least likely to bathe,” he quipped. Tim and Damian laughed. Roy shoved Jason’s shoulder with a gaff.

“Babe, do I bathe?” Jason asked you in the kitchen.

“What? Oh yeah. That’s a weird question,” you called back.

“I know for a fact that both of you are disgusting but the worst is Drake,” Damian said taking a bottle of smoothie Alfred made out of his bag. Nothing was safely vegetarian at Jason’s house.

“Hey!” Tim started.

“Shut the fuck up! The game is on!” Jason said turning the volume up. You joined them in the living room as the game started.

Gotham lost 2-1. Kon gloated for a week when he got back earth side. Tim ended up drunk on one beer. Damian befriended all the neighbors cats on the fire escape. And between Jason and Roy, 14 bacon Mac and cheese chili cheese dogs were eaten as well as a whole pizza. Dick fell asleep halfway thru the game even with the guys yelling at the tv. Bruce pouted because he didn’t get to join the soccer game viewing.

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Making Memories: Ch. 13

Day 13: Sea and Stars

AO3

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Marinette sighs, resting her chin on the top of her knees as she stares up at the sky, dreading tomorrow. The holiday had been great- almost her entire family together for the first time in awhile, with great food and minimal fighting. Her parents had left earlier today after experiencing Black Friday shopping with her and her siblings. Her papa was concerned, but her maman loved it. Figures.

But tomorrow….tomorrow was Adrien’s last day in Gotham. And she’d agreed to talk to him. Not that she didn’t want to. But she also didn’t want to fight with him. He was her first love, her partner in the fight against Hawkmoth. She wanted to go back to that, to the easy banter they had back then. Not the masked pain and forced smiles they had now. Hearing footsteps on the roof behind her, she glances back, nodding at her brother.

“What’s up, Pix?” Jason asks, plopping down next to her. She shrugs. “Oh, come on kid. I know something’s bothering you. You’ve been off ever since Adrien visited.”

“He knows about Chat Blanc.” She says softly. Jason whistles lowly.

“How?”

“Bunnix is a fucking snitch.” She says. Jason snorts.

“Watch your language, Pix. B hears you talking like that and he’s gonna ban you from talking to me.” He teases. She snorts, rolling her eyes.

“I’d like to see him try.” She says, grinning at Jason. She didn’t think she was capable of not talking to any of her siblings for that long. Even Cass, who was often in Hong Kong, would call every couple of days.

“Why is it so bad that he knows?” He asks, and the mood becomes serious. She sighs, huffing out a breath that pushes her bangs out of her face.

“Because he wants to talk about it. She didn’t tell him everything, just the basics and he wants to talk about it more. And I can’t, Jay. I can’t talk about it without reliving it and I’m finally starting to sleep without nightmares at least twice a week. I can’t go back, I’m too tired to go back.” Marinette says softly, scared that if she speaks too loudly she’ll sound weak.

“Then don’t talk about it, Mari. You don’t owe him that, at all. He knows the basics, right? If he needed the full story, Bunnix can do it. Or should’ve done it to begin with. What the fuck is up with that? I thought she was supposed to be all knowing and all great?” Jason says with a huff. Marinette snorts.

“Yeah, I’d never call Alix ‘all knowing’. I think she probably had good intentions, and she thought it needed to happen. But I still don’t understand why she’d only give him part of the story. All that’s done is drive a wedge between us.” She rants, Jason nods.

“It’s weird as shit.” He says. He frowns. “Do you need backup to go talk to him?” She laughs.

“Backup?” She asks. He nods.

“Yeah, don’t laugh. Just in case you need an escape or something. I could say there’s an emergency.” Jason shrugs noncommittally. “I don’t even have to sit near you. Just be nearby.” Marinette opens her mouth to say no, but quickly shuts it. What would the harm be? And then, if she needed an out, she had one. She purses her lips, immediately running through a list of possible things that could happen if she let Jason come. Not coming up with too many end of the world options, she nods.

“If you don’t mind.” She says. He grins widely.

“I’d do anything for ya Pix.” He assures her, turning his attention to the sky. “Ya know, Demon Spawn actually knows the names of all of the constellations. And most of the singular stars.”

“Really?” She asks, making a mental note to ask him about it. Jason nods.

“I also know that Father is looking for both of you.” Damian says suddenly. Marinette jumps, whirling around and glaring at her little brother.

“Are you trying to get me to fall off the roof?” She asks, hands on her hips. He smirks.

“Never, sister of mine.” He says. Marinette rolls her eyes.

“Any idea why Dad’s looking for us?” She asks, trying to figure out if she should actually go to him or if she should run now and ask questions later.

“Something about patrol.” Damian says nonchalantly. She nods, then freezes. Patrol. For the first time in a while, the idea of patrol doesn’t make her sick to her stomach. Patrolling- as Ladybird- is something she thinks she can do.

“Alright. Is he in the Cave?” She asks. He nods and she grins before rushing to leave the roof.

---

“And what are the rules?” Her dad asks, arms crossed as he looks down at her through the cowl.

“B, you’ve made us go over these rules three times already.” Jason complains.

“And I’ll make you repeat them again. Things can go wrong. I’m just trying to stop bad things from happening.” Her dad says firmly.

“Stick together, if there’s a group larger than eight we need to call it in before jumping in, we need to check in at midnight, and if we see one of the big bads, I need to use my Miraculous and then call you.” Marinette recites, eager to just get out there again. Her dad sighs, but his lips quirk up slightly.

“If you get overwhelmed-” He starts, but Jason cuts him off.

“I’ll bring her to a safe house or back here. Whichever is closest. Don’t worry B, she’s got this.” Jason says, throwing an arm over her shoulder. She glances up at him and grins before glancing back at her dad- his posture still tense. Making a quick decision, she darts forward and hugs him.

“I’m gonna be okay, dad. Promise.” She says. He sighs, but hugs her back. When she pulls away, she grins at how his posture relaxes. “See you soon!” She whirls around, grabbing Jason’s hand and tugging him towards his motorcycle. Jason laughs, but follows her. Before she can second guess herself, they’re off into the streets of Gotham. As they drive, zipping between cars so that they can get to a spot where roof travel is easier, Marinette lets out a laugh. Breathing easily in her Ladybird suit for the first time in months.

---

“Adrien?” She says incredulously, blinking in confusion at her old partner. Why was he walking, alone, at night in Gotham? He knew how dangerous it was. He’d nearly been mugged!

“Oh, uh, hey M- Ladybird.” He says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. She glances at Jason, trying to figure out what to do. He just shrugs, nodding towards the roof.

“Did you wanna have that talk?” She asks, frowning. They were at the end of their patrol route, and could have started home, had she not seen Adrien. He hesitates, but nods. She grins, holding out an arm. “Hold on tight.” She instructs, hugging him to her and grappling up to the roof. It was different to her yoyo, but she’d gotten used to it eventually. Just took a while. And a few near misses. Marinette laughs as Adrien squeals in surprise.

“When did you start using grappling hooks?” He asks as they land on the roof. She smirks.

“Um, about the time I stopped using a Miraculous suit.” She says. His eyes widen.

“That’s not- where’s Tikki?” He asks. Tikki darts out from her hood, grinning widely.

“Hello Adrien!” They chirp, eyes bright with mirth.

“But- do you know how dangerous being a vigilante is?” He lectures, the panic clear on his face. She winces.

“Yeah, Adrien. I know it’s dangerous, but the others do it. And I have training now.” Marinette reassures him. Adrien huffs.

“That doesn’t mean anything! You and your brothers literally have a ‘we’ve died’ club! That’s not normal, Ladybird. And they’ve been training a lot longer than you.” He rambles and her eyes narrow.

“First, it’s the Resurrected Bitches Club because yes, we died, but we came back. And I think I’ve trained enough, Adrien. I did help protect an entire city for over a year. I think I can handle going on patrol with my family there as backup.” She argues. He sighs.

“LB, I don’t want to argue with you. That’s not why I wanted to talk to you, I just- You’re my best friend, okay? And you worry me. We haven’t talked in months and I’m terrified that the next time someone contacts me about you it’s going to be to go to your funeral.” Adrien says, and she’s shocked to see the tears in his eyes.

“Adrien-”

“Bunnix told me, LB. She watched you, from the burrow. She watched you almost die because of the Joker and she couldn’t do a damn thing to help you because you had banned her.” Adrien says his voice cracking as he cries. She frowns.

“But I haven’t-” Marinette tries to say, but he cuts her off again.

“Some version of you, at some point in time, made her promise not to interfere in Gotham.” Adrien sighs. “I don’t know when, but it happened. And when she told me about Chat Blanc, she told me about the Joker and you didn’t- you didn’t call me. You could’ve died, and I didn’t know.”

“But I didn’t! I was fine, Adrien. I promise.” She says. He scoffs.

“Fine? Really? Because last I checked Gotham twitter, everyone assumed you were dead. This is the first time you’ve patrolled since that happened, isn’t it?” He asks. She winces.

“As Ladybird, yes. I’ve gone out a few other times in a different suit, but not as Ladybird. I couldn’t, Adrien. It was too hard.” Marinette says quietly, wishing she was anywhere else.

“Then why didn’t you call?” He asks.

“Because you’re not here, Adrien! You don’t know what it’s like fighting in a city where everything can’t just go back to normal at the end of the day. You don’t understand that. You don’t! And it’s not like I was actively talking to people about it anyway. I have struggled through therapy sessions with Harley- over and over again, I have struggled. But I don’t like talking about it, Adrien. And maybe I didn’t want the first conversation we had in months be ‘hey, I almost died the other day and I’m super traumatized about it, wanna talk?’” Marinette rambles, clenching her fists at her sides to try and calm down. Adrien takes a step back, breathing deeply before nodding.

“Okay. I understand that.” He says. She blinks.

“You do?” She asks. He nods.

“Yeah. I didn’t want the first time we talked to be, ‘hey guess what, Natalie’s lungs finally gave out from using the peacock Miraculous and now she’s dead.” Adrien says, the pain clear on his face. Marinette freezes, running his words through her head as she tries desperately to understand what he said.

“What.” She breathes out, completely shocked. Natalie had died? When did that happen? Why-

“Yeah, um, two and a half weeks ago? Yeah, that sounds about right.” He says, his voice cracking again. She blinks, completely thrown, before she’s rushing forward, wrapping him in a hug. Her heart breaks as he cries. His knees start to buckle, and she helps guide him so that he’s sitting on the roof.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers, rubbing circles on his back. She knew that Natalie had helped Gabriel, had been a villain. But she also knew that Natalie was like a mother to him. Even when his mother had been alive, Natalie was there. She’d helped him and treated him (almost) like a mother would. She was also the reason he was able to go to public school in the first place. Not even his mother had allowed that. So she holds him as he cries, completely understanding that while Natalie had done bad things, she wasn’t a bad person.

“I’m sorry.” He says after a few minutes. His voice sounds scratchy, but his tears had stopped. She pulls back from the hug, frowning at him.

“For what?” She asks.

“Ruining our talk.” He says. She snorts.

“Adrien, I think that talk was doomed from the start.” Marinette admits. “We’ve been dancing around each other for far too long. From here on out, we need to be friends. And actually talk to each other, even if it’s bad news. That’s what friends are for.” She says. Her smile falters slightly as Adrien winces at the word ‘friends’. Did he not want to be friends anymore?

“I’d like that.” He says, smiling softly at her. Marinette grins back, pushing down the worry. He obviously still wanted to be friends, right?

“Hey kiddos. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Ladybird over here needs to go back home soon or the Bat is gonna freak out.” Jason says, dropping down next to them. She can tell he’s smirking, even behind the helmet.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I really hope my aunt hasn’t checked my room yet.” Adrien says, laughing slightly. Marinette’s eyes widen.

“Did you even tell her you were going out? At night? In Gotham?” She asks, her voice getting higher with each question. Adrien just grins nervously.

“About that…” He draws out. Marinette groans, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Adrien, you’re one of my best friends. Next time you’re in Gotham, don’t do stupid stuff like go out alone at night.” She huffs. He just grins. Marinette rolls her eyes. They’d be okay. It would be okay.

---

“I swear, Jason, if you don’t stop-” Marinette yells as they walk into the cave.

“What’s going on?” Dick asks, his face full of concern.

“Tell him to knock it off and that he’s annoying.” She says, pointing at Jason.

“I’m not going to-”

“I will. Knock it off, Todd. You are annoying.” Damian says with a smirk, strolling out of the changing room.

“What happened?” Dick asks, crossing his arms and using his dad voice. Marinette huffs.

“He keeps saying that Adrien is in love with me.” She says. Dick nods and turns to Jason. Marinette completely expects him to tell Jason off. Good.

“You’re absolutely right.” He says, instead. Marinette’s jaw drops.

“What!” She screeches. Dick shrugs.

“I’m sorry kiddo, but I saw it when he was here the other night.” He says. Tim frowns, walking in with a cup of coffee.

“Saw what?” He asks, and Jason grins.

“That Adrien is still in love with Marinette.” He says. Tim nods.

“Oh, yeah definitely.” He says. Marinette screams in annoyance, marching past her brothers, storming through the clock and into her dad’s study.

“Marinette? Is everything-”

“Is Adrien in love with me?” She asks. He blinks, and she huffs. “Dad, is Adrien in love with me?”

“I don’t- what brought this up?” He asks, setting down the papers he’d been reading through. Marinette groans.

“You know how he came by earlier this week, right?” He nods. “Okay, well tonight, we had that talk that we needed to have. And I said something about us being friends, and that he was a great friend. And he winced, so I thought maybe he didn’t want to be my friend anymore. So I talked to Jay about it, and he insisted that Adrien is in love with me. And that’s why he reacted like that. So I asked Dick for backup, but he agreed with Jay. And then Tim agreed with them, too.” She rambles. He winces and her eyes narrow.

“Mari-”

“You agree with them too, don’t you?” She asks. He sighs, but nods.

“Marinette, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way about him. You can just be friends.” Her dad reassures her, she groans, dropping down onto the couch across from his desk.

“I just- we’re just now friends again. I don’t want to lose him to something stupid like this.” Marinette sighs.

“Sweetheart, if he’s a good friend, he’s not just going to leave you because you don’t feel the same way about him.” He says softly.

“Really?” She asks. She wasn’t used to this. People didn’t just love her like that. Especially people that she used to be in love with.

“Really.” Her dad says, smiling softly. She sighs, but nods.

“Okay. If the boys ask, they’re all on my list. Well, except Damian. He’s the only one who doesn’t need to watch his back.” Marinette says, grinning widely before standing to leave. Her dad sighs.

“Please don’t start a prank war.” He pleads. She just laughs, walking out of the room, planning out pranks in her head as she went.

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Art Attack

Meet Cute Monday 32

Terry McGinnis and Marinette as there is a true crime having so few pairings of these two. (Plus he was the batman I remember as a teen and actually knew better than Jason/Tim& Damian until I fell completely down this DC rabbit hole)

Masterlist

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(Note: includes some swearing and minor(ish) violence {It's Gotham})

[ ] Spoken in French

………………………………………………

Alix dragged Marinette along, rushing towards the pharmacy they had located though the dark, grim streets of Gotham City. The pair were in a rush as had kept pausing at every other street to take in the Gothic architecture and cyberpunk graffiti. It was awe inspiring which was the aim of the art class trip, but was not helping the pair in getting medicine for Nathaniel's migraine.

Nathaniel on the flight over developed a migraine and it had only got worse since landing and making it to the hotel. The pair had volunteered to (escape and explore) help by going to a nearby pharmacy to grab something to help relieve the pain and not at all using it as an excuse to explore to stretch their legs.

"[I can't believe we are finally here. The whole city is art Alix!! It's like nothing I've seen before!]"

"[Yeah, yeah I get it! Imagine what the museum's and art galleries are gonna be like, but we need to keep moving Mars or Monsieur Pinceau will start worrying. We're on a time limit remember!]"

"[Oh, yeah, but Alix! Look at that street art! It's so different to the style you use in Paris.]"

"[I don't typically paint in a cyberpunk way. But I am tempted to give it ago. We can take some photos on the way back to the hotel AFTER we got Meds for Nate. Marc is fretting enough as it is.]"

"[Oh! Yeah, poor Marc, let's keep going. We definitely need photos to show Marc, imagine the stories he'll create from this trip.]"

"[Oh gods yeah! Imagine all the myths about the bats and birds and shitty non-Akuma that happen here.]"

They turned the final corner and arrived at their destination when there was a shout behind them and the teens were shoved into the alley next to the pharmacy.

"Hand over your money."

Marinette shared a look with Alix.

"[Are they for real?]"

"[Looks like it. They're doing a crap job with how wobbly baldy's handling his gun.]"

"[That bit is the kinda bit that worries me to be honest A.]"

"Speak English and give us your purses!!"

The teens shared another subtle unspoken conversation between themselves before launching into action. Alix whipped out a can of spray paint attacking one of the man's face as Marinette grabbed her mother's collapsible Bo staff. With the other man distracted trying to wipe his face Marinette put all her strength into knocking the other flying head first into the wall.

A sound from the alley entrance caused the girls to whip their heads up and shift into defensive positions, ready for an attack from another unknown.

°~°~°°~°~°°~°~°°~°

Terry muttered to himself as he drove old man Wayne to pick up his ridiculous list medication. He could have done without this task if he'd remembered to pick it up earlier and now he was chauffeuring the man about as he wanted to see how Gotham was fairing on a whim. Like Terry wasn't up for the job of being Batman and it was suffering without the original's care. He rolled his eyes in disgruntlement as he tried to focus on navigating the Gotham roads.

He was just about to pull up next to the pharmacy in one of Bruce's fancier cars, since they were in the 'nicer' end of Gotham (if Gotham really had a nice end!) when he saw a pair of thugs threaten two girl's, ushering them into an alleyway out of sight.

Sharply parking causing Bruce to call out Terry dashed out to help. Damn it! Couldn't he get a break for once. He shot towards the alley to help, hoping the thugs hadn't hurt the pair too much when he saw one spray… paint… into one's face while the other skillfully whacked the other into a wall before they turned defensive as he skidded to a halt knocking a bottle announcing his presence unintentionally.

"Hey, you guys ok? I just saw those bastard's shove you in here."

"BITCH!!"

The man who was covered in paint lurched towards the pink haired girl sent a foot into a high kick pushing him back before darting behind the blue haired girl who twirled her Bo staff menacingly, almost growling at him.

"Oi! That's no way to talk to ladies."

He turned towards Terry who'd raised his fists. Terry smirked as Bluey took advantage of his turned back and sent a punishing strike on his side, sending the man stumbling towards Terry who used the opportunity to provide a sharp punch towards the man's face knocking to the grim floor.

"Fuck this!!"

The man scrambled back and toward the mouth of the alley to run away to collide with Bruce's walking stick which he treated with the same as a Bo staff. The remaining thug flew like the first into the wall knocking himself out.

*Cough cough*

"Old man!! You should be in the car. I'd have been back in a moment."

Bruce raised his eyebrow before frowning at the two men on the ground and the two girls who still hadn't relaxed their poses.

"Tie these men up. We'll get the pharmacy to call GCPD. Are the girls ok, Terry?"

Sighing at the old man's gruff grouchiness, Terry ran his hand through his hair.

"Yeah yeah! I get it. I know what to do, you don't have to tell me. And if you actually shut up and let me have a moment to speak I'd have an opportunity to check."

Bruce rolled his eyes before coughing again.

"Go talk to the pharmacy Bruce. I'll sort out, out here."

Terry could hear the girls muttering behind him as he had a stare off with Bruce.

"Offer them a lift to wherever they need to go. Gotham isn't safe for tourists this time of evening."

Terry ignored him and set about cuffing the passed out idiots, sending glances to the girls at the side who seemed to be in a heated debate with each other. He cleared his throat to grab their attention as he finished with the final man.

"Ummm, are you guys ok? These idiots didn't hurt you, did they?"

"Nah, we're good. Mars had it handled, good job Mama DC insisted M took her staff."

"A!!! Thank you for your help but we are fine. Umm if it's ok, we'll go now. We're on a time limit."

"If you're sure. The old man B said to offer you a lift. It's not really safe being out after dark."

"Yeah, just step out of the pot into the flames! You're a stranger dude! Mars is safer than you. We can protect ourselves Ta! We need to go [weirdo]."

"Terry."

"What?!"

"I'm Terry. The old man is Bruce Wayne, google it. Really, we just want you ok."

The girls shared a conversation that Terry couldn't read, bodies tense arguing with their eyes and subtle movements like he'd seen the bats of old do. A threw her arms in frustrated begrudging acceptance. Mars turned and beamed all sunshine and rainbows at him surprising Terry given her brutal behaviour earlier.

"Perfect. Thank you Terry. I'm Marinette and this is Alix. We just need to grab some things from the pharmacy and love to take your offer up."

"You really do have a death wish Mars."

"Hush A."

"You're in luck, I need to go in there too. Mind if I escort you lovelies inside."

"[Damn it Mars! Fuck! Luck, bloody course it is!]

Marinette shared an appologetic look to her friend Alix and sheepish grin before turning to Terry looping her arm through his. Her purfume filled his nose with soft hints of flowers. Marinettes warmth seeped through Terry's jacket as she lead the way towards the pharmacy.

"Do you think you'd be able to help us find what we need? To translate for us?"

She battered her eyes innocently up at him and Alix groaned behind them. Terry smirked. The pair where amusing, could protect themselves and yet came across as harmless with the pink armour they wore. He wondered to himself what Bruce saw with his "all-knowing" bullshit eye to be confident to offer them a lift back.

Before his mind and thoughts drifted to far or he started stating them out loud, Terry refocused on Marinette.

"Happy to. So what brought you all the way to Gotham? You're French right?"

"Yes! We here…"

As Marinette launched into telling him all about her art trip with Alix chipping in, Terry smiled enjoying their company. This was not how he had planned his evening but definitely worth forgetting picking up meds earlier.

#dc x mlb #maribat #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #Terry x Marinette #Marinette x Terry #i dont know their ship name #do they have one? #meet cute monday #meet cute #maribat rarepair #rarepair

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Make A Scene

AMHL – Masterlist

Dick immediately noticed when Y/N started getting quieter and quieter as they got closer and closer to the venue.

Bruce had hired a driver to pick them up from their apartment in Gotham. And the car had gone quiet now. 

Dick reached over to gently hold her hand.

“Nervous?” He asked.

Y/N shrugged, not really seeing the point in trying to lie to her boyfriend.

“This isn’t your first rodeo, ya know.”

She gave him a look. “You know that wasn’t the same.” Her eyes flickered to the driver. “I wasn’t exactly…myself. And I wasn’t your girlfriend.”

Also, tonight they didn’t have the security and comfort of being at Wayne Manor.

No, instead this particular event was being held at the ballroom of Gotham’s most extravagant five-star hotel. It was a party for Wayne Enterprises, not a personal charity or party of the Wayne family.

Bruce had kindly asked Dick and Y/N to attend when board members and business partners started asking if the whole family would be attending. Jason hadn’t answered anyone’s calls or texts about it. None of them expected him to show up. Tim had to attend since he worked for Wayne Enterprises. And Damian…Well, Damian was his father’s son and not yet an adult. He basically had to do whatever Bruce asked of him while he lived under his roof.

“I’m not gonna leave your side,” Dick promised.

He squeezed her hand to further emphasize it.

Their car pulled up to the carpet at the bottom of the stairs.

There had to be a hundred journalists and photographers, along with random civilians who had nothing better to do than to see Gotham’s elite get out of cars and walk into a hotel.

Dick took in a deep breath.

Thankfully the car’s windows were tinted and protected them from any onlookers.

“Ready?” He asked her.

She nodded.

Dick opened the door and ignored the screams and flashes as he carefully helped Y/N out of the car with his offered hand. He also shielded her from the photographers to give her a moment to get out and adjust herself before they could capture any photos of her.

“Mr. Grayson! Mr. Grayson! Who is your mystery girlfriend?” Someone yelled.

Sometimes Y/N forgot that Dick was somewhat of a celebrity in Gotham City through association.

It wasn’t like people were asking for selfies everywhere he went. Or that the paparazzi were following his every move.

But in Gotham, people took note of where Dick Grayson went and who he was with.

And everyone noticed he’d had the same woman on his arm for quite some time now.

Even though Y/N and Dick had been dating for over a year, the media still couldn’t figure out Y/N’s identity. 

What they didn’t realize was that she controlled every single piece of information about herself that lived on the internet.

They didn’t stand a chance. 

Dick smiled and waved at people who called his name. But his hand other hand never left Y/N’s as he helped her up the stairs.

“Who are you wearing?” A female journalist yelled at Y/N.

She ignored them and focused on getting up the stairs without tripping and face planting. Not that Dick would ever let that happen.

However, she knew her outfit was going to draw gazes.

Y/N had made a promise to herself that if she was going to be forced to attend events like this with Dick, then she was going make a statement. People were already going to be staring at her, so she figured she might as well give them something good to stare at.

Instead of wearing a typical cocktail and formal dress, Y/N wore a full men’s suit that was tailored to perfection, but with the bowtie undone. It was what the fashion magazines would describe as “androgynous” in the press tomorrow morning.

Y/N wanted to control her own narrative. And she’d rather be judged for her bold decisions than just her trying to blend in.

Bruce insisted on paying for all the boys’ date’s dresses – in this case, suit – if they happened to bring one. He always thought it was more of an incentive for them to attend these terrible events if he encouraged them to bring significant others. And the press always had a field day with it, which only helped throw people of their trail when it came to their secret lives as vigilantes.

Everyone kept screaming Dick’s name as they walked in, and Y/N wondered how he got so good at smiling through the chaos and ignoring them.

Once they were inside, Dick felt the tension leave Y/N’s body a bit.

“Alcohol?” He offered with a smirk.

“Yes, please.”

He nodded, knowing it was exactly what she needed.

Quickly, he grabbed two champagne flutes off a passing waiter.

They clinked glasses.

Then he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Thank you for being my date.”

Y/N smiled at his sincerity.

Dick sighed before he threw back the champagne, “The quicker we find Bruce and prove we were here, the sooner we can leave.”

“Try not to sound so excited,” she laughed darkly.

Suddenly felt a small human wrap around her thighs.

Y/N gasped in excitement, “Dami!”

Dick smiled as he looked down at his 10-year-old brother hugging his girlfriend.

“Dick gave me the drawing you made for us. It’s so beautiful. I’m trying to find the perfect frame for it,” she told the boy.

Damian beamed with pride at that.

Suddenly the boy started asking a million questions about Stoker, one of his kittens that he’d given to them to take care of when Bruce gave a limit to how many cats Damian was allowed to have in the manor.

Then, to Dick’s shock, he saw Jason slowly walk over to them with his hands in his pant pockets.

He was not at all dressed nice enough for the event. No suit jacket. No tie. His white button-up shirt wrinkled, messily tucked into his pants, and with two many buttons undone. The sloppiness of it all clearly wasn’t an issue with the women, seeing as all of them were ogling Jason.

“Todd,” Damian greeted coldly, pausing his conversation with Y/N, who whipped around at the name.

“Hey, you,” Y/N smiled as she went to greet him.

Jason gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek and a quick hug.

“I really didn’t think you were coming,” Dick told his brother.

“Well, I wasn’t. But I got a business engagement.”

Y/N and Dick shared a confused look.

“What do you mean?” Dick asked.

“I found my neighbor crying on her fire escape a few nights ago. Apparently… one of the finance bros of Wayne fucking Enterprises was everything but a gentleman to her.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in realization. “J, I already took care of that.”

“I know,” Jason nodded as his eyes scanned the room. He was clearly on a personal mission tonight. “You deleted the evidence. I am teaching him a lesson.”

Dick slowly put together what they were implying.

“Oh, please don’t make a scene, Jason.” Dick begged him.

Because he knew Bruce wouldn’t be dealing with the aftermath; it would be him.

“Don’t worry!” Jason laughed. "I’m gonna take him outside before I beat the shit out of him. No one here will even notice. It’ll be fine,” Jason assured him as he gave Dick a far too heavy slap on the back.

“Just tell Bruce and he’ll get him fired,” Dick tried to convince him to take the less violent route.

“Oh, we already did,” Y/N muttered.

Dick’s gaze shot to his girlfriend.

“He’s getting fired on Monday,” she clarified sheepishly.

“Since when do the two of you work together behind my back?” Dick accused them.

But he wasn’t actually mad about anything – maybe just a little bit bitter.

Jason opened his mouth.

“I swear to God, Jason, if you say ‘club business,’ I will lose it…” Dick warned.

Y/N tried to hide her smile.

“Got him,” Jason growled as he glared at someone on the other side of the room.

As soon as he left them, Dick gave Y/N his full attention.

“Seriously?” He accused.

“I’m sorry! He asked me for a favor and I was happy to do it once I realized what it was,” Y/N defended.

Dick pouted a little. Mostly because he hated being left out.

“Don’t worry, ya big baby. I’m still your ‘guy in the chair’ and no one else’s,” she teased before giving him a kiss, immediately wiping the lipstick off his lips.

“How come Jason gets to beat up people at events like this, but I’m expected to behave like a well-trained dog?” Damian mumbled.

Dick sighed and shook his head.

“Jason likes to think he’s a lone wolf who doesn’t have to play by the rules,” Y/N tried to comfort the boy.

To distract Damian from getting further into how unfair it was, Y/N asked him to show her more of his drawings.

This seemed to please Damian and he pulled his phone out, flipping through photos and showing Y/N his recent sketches.

With Y/N being entertained by his youngest brother, Dick decided to go to the bar and get the two of them a stronger drink and maybe get a kiddie cocktail for Damian. He’d pretend to be patronized and annoyed by it, but Dick knew better.

He patiently waited for the bartender’s attention. 

“So Gotham’s Golden Boy really has returned…” a husky voice uttered beside him at the bar.

Dick glanced over to see a beautiful woman close to his age eyeing him.

It was clear what she wanted. Dick used tactics like this on countless missions.

“So I have,” he answered.

He was polite, but distant.

Women hitting on him at events like this was nothing new. To Gotham, Dick Grayson was a Bruce Wayne 2.0 – younger, just as charming and handsome as his mentor and stand-in father figure. 

Dick knew how to play the game. But he never had any interest in casual relationships like Bruce did.

“Back for good?” The woman persisted.

“My girlfriend and I are just in town for a few weeks,” he answered before ordering his drinks with the bartender finally.

“Oh, brought up the girlfriend rather quickly,” she laughed.

Dick quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just…my friends and I had a bet going.”

Then she pointed to a group of three young women, who were giggling and smiling, not even trying to pretend like they weren’t watching them closely.

“Oh, yeah?” Dick asked, already tired of this conversation.

--

Jason had already rejoined Y/N and Damian.

Y/N looked down to see his knuckles red with irritation and bruised.

“Please tell me there’s not a corpse in the alley behind this hotel now…” Y/N sighed.

“No,” Jason answered coldly. “Though there fucking should be.”

“What did he do?” Damian asked curiously, clearly he hadn’t been listening to their earlier conversation that closely.

Y/N shifted her weight in discomfort, not sure how to handle the subject with the boy. Yes, Damian was far more mature than many grown men, but he was still just a kid. There were some things Y/N felt like they should at least try to protect him from still. 

“He got my neighbor too drunk to consent, filmed them having sex without her knowing it, and then showed it to a bunch of people at their work,” Jason answered bluntly.

Damian’s brow furrowed, clearly thinking long and hard about what his brother just told him.

After a moment, the boy perked up, “I know where we could hide the body so even father won’t find out.”

“Damian!” Y/N scolded.

But Jason was beaming.

Y/N looked around for Dick, hoping to find another sane person to stop the two boys from actually murdering anyone tonight.

But when she finally spotted him, she saw a woman standing far too close to Dick and pointing to a group of girls who flirtatiously waved and winked at both of them.

“Real cute,” Y/N muttered to herself.

“Vultures,” Damian growled as he followed her gaze.

“Jason, if I leave you alone with Damian, are you going to kill someone?” She asked without taking her eyes off her boyfriend.

“I don’t need to be watched,” Damian groaned.

“No, I need you to watch Jason to make sure he doesn’t change his mind about keeping that asshole alive.”

“Fine,” Damian whined.

Without any further confirmation, Y/N left them. 

She walked across the party on a mission, never taking her stare off of her boyfriend.

Dick did a double take when he noticed her heading towards him.

“Hey,” he greeted innocently.

Because he was innocent. All he’d done was be polite to a bunch of women who were after him for his name…and maybe his good looks.

“I was wondering where my drink was,” Y/N said with a surprising calmness and smile.

Then she turned to the woman. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be a friend of Dick’s.” 

She held her hand out.

No cattiness. No rudeness.

Y/N said it with the same kindness that drunk women having with other drunk women in bar bathrooms.

“Oh…I’m Irina,” the woman stuttered as she took Y/N’s offered hand, clearly confused by Y/N’s niceness.

Dick held out her drink.

Y/N took it, quickly clinked her glass with both Dick and Irina.

“Cheers,” she sang before tossing it back and chugging the drink that was meant to be slowly sipped.

Dick didn’t know what game his girlfriend was playing, but he was intrigued.

Once Y/N lightly placed her empty glass back on the bar, she turned to Dick and tilted her head to the side. “Could you show me to the bathrooms? I have no idea where they are.”

“Of course,” Dick answered without knowing where this was going.

“It was nice meeting you, Irina,” Y/N told the woman as she linked her fingers with Dick’s and guided him away.

—

Meanwhile, Jason watched the interaction as if he were watching an award-winning movie. Him and Damian were way too far to hear, but everyone in the bat family could read lips more than fluently.

Then Jason smirked as he watched Y/N drag Dick away.

“Boys,” Bruce greeted as he snuck up on the two of them. “What are we staring at?”

“Oh, you know,” Jason hummed with hilarity, “just watching Y/N assert her dominance.”

“Good for her,” Bruce grinned as he realized what was happening.

He moved his attention to his youngest boy. “Alfred is waiting outside with the car. You’re officially released from your duties.”

“Finally,” Damian groaned.

“Don’t you wanna say bye to Y/N?” Jason asked.

“They’re coming to the manor tomorrow afternoon,” Bruce answered for his son. Then he raised a brow at Jason. “You’re welcome to join us.”

Jason’s only response was a shrug.

Bruce tried to hide his disappointment and nodded before he guided Damian away and walked him outside, where Alfred was waiting.

10 minutes later, Jason saw Dick trailing behind Y/N as she walked back to the main area of the event.

Jason burst out laughing at the spectacle. 

Dick’s hair was an absolute mess. Half of his shirt was untucked. His jacket was draped over his forearm. His lips were swollen and pink. Y/N had left lipstick all over his neck and even a bit on the collar of his shirt.

Yet somehow not a single hair was out of place on Y/N and her makeup was still immaculate. Her outfit was just as sleek and clean as when she’d arrived. The only thing different was the proud smirk on her lips.

Clearly Y/N had just had her way with Dick.

But she wanted to make sure the whole party knew about it.

—

Y/N hadn’t said a word to Dick since she dragged him from that woman.

Her body did all the talking.

One second they were at the bathroom doors, the next Y/N had thrown him against the tiled wall after locking the bathroom door.

She gave no verbal explanation, just started kissing him and undoing his pants.

“Not that I’m complaining. Like, at all,” Dick laughed as they rejoined the party. “But wanna to tell me what that was all about?”

Y/N finally stopped walking and turned to face him with narrowed eyes. “I think you know, Richard.”

Y/N only ever used his full first name to provoke and tease him. And he hated that it worked every single time.

Dick glanced around to see that everyone in their vicinity was eyeing them. Well, they were mostly eyeing him and how it was clear he’d just been fucked in the bathroom.

He stepped close to her and lowered his voice, “Ohhh, I see how it is.” His eyes flickered down to her lips for a split second. “If a guy does that, he’s jealous and possessive. But if a woman does it, it’s sexy…”

Y/N proudly smiled like the cheshire cat. “Exactly.”

Something over his shoulder caught her attention. “Oh, I see Tim. I’m going to go say hi.”

Without hesitation, she brushed past him.

Dick let his head fall, put his hands on his hips, and laughed.

He’d pay her back later tonight. And by ‘pay her back,’ he would just tell her how incredibly hot her behavior had been and basically invite her to do it whenever she damn well pleased.

Dick felt a presence beside him, and he didn’t have to raise his head to know it was Bruce.

“Hey,” Dick greeted him nonchalantly.

“You have lipstick all over your neck,” Bruce told him as he took a sip of his drink and looked around the party. “And your zippers down.”

“Sure is,” Dick sighed.

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OK. This was way too fun to write. 

Let me know what you think!!!

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[mxtantrights]

PAST LIVES - 3 blurb

the reader and Jason talk about their shared experience with the pit. And some more fluff between the couple. basically just a reader x Jason blurb, with a cute intruder.

“So he brought you back using the pit too?” Jason asks you.

You knew it was coming. Partly because you had said as much around the others, and you know they probably talked about it amongst themselves. It felt weird that you knew they most likely talked about your resurrection, but not uncomfortable. You were done with secrets for the most part.

You looked up at him. The both of you were laid out on your bed. Surprisingly you had convinced him to take the night off from patrol. You had the sneaking suspicion that he would try one last time to go out though. Always the vigilante.

“I mean, yeah. Are you gonna talk about it?” you ask back.

He shifts with you in his arms, “only if you wanna.”

“I don’t mind. I’ve started to make my peace I think.” 

He nods his head.

“I was gunned down in a Gotham alley, robbery gone wrong.”you say.

At your words, Jason goes still. He’s got no words in his mind. None to help him even explain to you that Bruce and you had a similar experience. Everyone knew how Bruce became an orphan. Jason doesn’t know if he should be the one to tell you about the similarities, or if Bruce should. He thinks the later.

“You remember it?” he asks.

You shake your head, “Not entirely. It’s more like flashes of images. And the feeling of ya know, death.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Not anyones fault, as my therapists once said.” you joke.

He chuckles and pulls you in closer for a second.

“I remember how I died all too well.” he says.

“I’m sorry too.” you say.

“Like you said, it’s no one’s fault.” he says.

You’re silent for a moment. It wasn’t too long ago that he had climbed into your fire escape and hinted that you two had a past life. At first you didn’t really believe him. And then at some point, you wondered. 

“What you said, about us running into each other at some point. Do you remember ever seeing me around?” you ask.

He thinks to himself for a bit. You take the time to admire the white streak in his hair. Courtesy of the pit. Well the pit and how he died. The streak looked good on him, the scar on your upper chest did not.

“I wasn’t really in my own head at the time,” he starts then looks at you, “I don’t think I could forget you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut at his cheesy line. 

“Oh my god, you’re such a romantic.” you laugh.

-

You’re brushing your teeth when Jason pokes his head into the bathroom.

“But like- I just wanna say your scar is hot. For the record.” he says.

You put your free hand on your hip an don’t stop brushing in circular motions. It makes him fully enter the doorway of the bathroom. His sweatpants are on- bad sign already. Not that you wanted to see him naked more than usual, it just meant that he was on his way out.

You spit in the sink.

“Not hot enough to convince you to skip patrol.” you say.

He rolls his eyes. You pull over the left strap of your tank top to give him a better view.

“Crime never sleeps.” he says.

“I mean, we could also not sleep. Just saying.” you answer.

“Save that for the morning you horn dog.”

You pull your strap back up and resume brushing. He slowly walks into the bathroom, coming up behind you. He wrap his arms around your waist and places his chin on your shoulder. 

“I’ll be safe. I’ll come home. I promise.” 

When he says things like that, it makes you pause. Because both of you know what it is to not be safe, to not make it home. How one night can change your life for the worst. So you know when he says it he truly means it, that he’ll come back to you. He’ll try his hardest.

You move yourself, and by proxy Jason, closer to the sink and spit again. In the mirror your eyes meet each others.

“I hold you to that.”

-

APPROXIMATELY THREE DAYS LATER

“My friends want to meet you.” Jason says.

Your head shoots up from your computer. You were at the very ends of editing a piece for the upcoming spread. It was about Dogs- the most famous dogs of Gotham. Or, the working title, Gotham’s Good Boys.

There he stands at the door way of the bathroom. After cleaning himself up. It wasn’t too bad of a night. Theres not that many blood drops on the floor to clean up. Any normal person would catch a heart attack. 

“I didn’t know you had friends,” you shut your laptop, “tell me more about these associates of yours.” 

He snickers and joins you on the couch. 

“One of them, Roy, knows pretty much everything about you. I maybe have briefly recounted the time we met at the Gala.” he says.

You nod you head along, “briefly, right. Of course.”

“And then there’s Kori. She’s just a walking ray of sunshine. You’d get along pretty well.” 

“Kori like, Dick and Kori?” you ask.

“Yup. Glad that’s over.” he says.

You wack his arm lightly.

“Jason!”

“Listen that whole thing was long as fuck. I’m just glad they’re friends now.”

“Good for them. I’d like to meet them. Maybe when-” 

You and Jason watch in real time as the window in the living room slides open, and a small body crawls through it. Still clad in his patrol suit it Damian. You haven’t gotten used to calling him your brother in a non-sarcastic way yet. 

He sees the both of you on the couch and turns right to Jason.

“Todd get out.” 

Jason gets up from the couch with a sigh, “You have twenty minutes before I come back.” 

Jason spares you a kiss to the head before jogging to the door and letting himself out. 

You pat the now empty space with your hand.

“Well brother, what bings you here?” He does the ‘tt’ and stomps over to the couch. He sits down with a bit of a cowl on his face. He can be very similar to Bruce when he wants be. The batman and his child. One of them.

“I’m being held off a mission because Father says I’m spending too much time fighting crime and not being a child.” 

“Hearsay, I think you do the child thing just fine.”

“I agree!”

“I’ll speak to him if you want me to.”

“No.”

You wait a beat thinking he might give you some other option. And then you realize it’s Damian and he’s got many other solutions up his sleeve. So you look back at the window.

“How did you get in if the fires escape connects to the window in my room?” you ask.

“It’s Jon.” 

You scratch your head, “That’s not really an explanation but okay.”

“Do you have any ice cream. Rocky Road preferably?” he asks.

But he’s not really asking. Because he’s on his feet and headed towards your fridge and trying to find it himself. Of course you have his flavor here. You’re just gonna make him work for it, so it’s all the way in the back.

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[codenamed-queenie]

#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched. 

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire. 

So. Quarantine it is. 

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick - 

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days. 

Then he started to get twitchy. 

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.” 

“Dick, no.”  

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t. 

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass. 

Desperate for news of the outside. 

He thrives off of it like a starving man. 

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after. 

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason - 

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist. 

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking. 

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results. 

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it. 

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up. 

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done. 

Barbara - 

Self-quarantined with her dad. 

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive. 

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs. 

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together. 

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles. 

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony. 

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window. 

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background. 

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute. 

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen. 

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’ 

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe. 

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned. 

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim. 

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being. 

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out. 

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it. 

Cass - 

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate. 

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed. 

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far. 

But no one knows for sure. 

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel. 

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later. 

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic. 

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day. 

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’  mostly. 

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost. 

Steph - 

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first. 

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down. 

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable. 

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving. 

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks. 

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s. 

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic. 

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place. 

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian - 

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house. 

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine. 

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds. 

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion. 

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time. 

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are. 

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time. 

Only that he is Out There. 

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had. 

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies. 

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat. 

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts. 

Duke - 

Did not leave the attic for two weeks. 

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement. 

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement. 

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement. 

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa. 

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally. 

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others. 

Duke has seen these people under pressure. 

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with. 

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”

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could you do another fic where mari has too many overprotective relatives (batfam, jason in particular, adrien, luka, kagami, chloe, jagged, bruce, penny, clara, tony stark and the avengers maybe lol) and all the boys who want to date her are scared away by them until she starts seeing damian or someone else i love your writing and thanks! ♡♡

I loved this prompt immediately and I really hope I did it justice! Hope you like it!

The Never-Ending Cycle of First Dates

“No! Wait! He’s just kidding!” Marinette ran out of the building trying to grab the boy's hand before he could escape, but she was too late. Her hand slapped her forehead in defeat as yet another man hurried off before they could even order drinks. Turning her attention to where her target stood, she couldn’t help the bubbling anger directed at his smirk.

“Why must you ruin every date? It’s like you guys have a pool of names and you just reach in and see who's in luck to scare off the next guy that tries to date me!” She threw her hands into the air, only earning a chuckle.

“C’mon Princess, if the man can’t handle a little threat then how is he gonna stick around for the long term? Hmm?”

Marinette wanted to argue, but she knew it was pointless. Jason and the others were firm in their beliefs; Marinette must be protected from heartbreak at all costs. She tried arguing with them that if she never got hurt in the first place then she could never learn, but alas, her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

“How did you even find us?”

Jason’s smirk widened which only fueled her rage.

“What? You thought meeting at the restaurant would actually change anything? I can find you anywhere and everywhere. Plus Adrien totally snitched.”

Marinette made a mental note to lay into Adrien later after she found the poor kid that Jason scared of.

“One day I’m going to find someone who isn’t scared by you lot and he’s gonna make it through the first date.”

She turned her back on Jason’s boisterous laughter. She was determined to prove her point. After all, there had to be one man in Gotham City that wasn’t afraid of her, right? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The rest of her week had gone as smoothly as Monday had to say the least.

Tuesday’s date was crashed by Kagami’s foil. One look at her slicing the bread and he didn’t even make it to the table.

Wednesday’s date was a double date with Luka and Chloe. Marinette begged Tikki to lend her a little luck, but the small God would do no such thing. At least this guy made it past drinks. Marinette almost cheered until Luka donned his infamous stare. She watched as her date squirmed uncomfortably before excusing himself for the bathroom, never returning.

Thursday’s date ended with the man strung up by his ankles, none other than Nightwing and Red Robin dropping in to apologize, claiming they thought he was trying to mug her.

By Friday, she was ready to cancel her date before it even began.

“Adrien, you guys are making it impossible to even think about dating.” She collapsed on the couch, letting out a small whine.

“I think that’s kind of the point Mari, besides, you’re a working woman now, shouldn’t you be focusing on your career-”

Adrien paused as his eyes narrowed in on Marinette’s hand mocking his lecture. Her hand paused as she noticed his now silent voice. Meeting his eyes, she simply shrugged.

“You sound like my mom. She’s worried that I’m too worried about dating but guess what? I kind of missed out on that experience in high school pining after a guy who wasn’t even interested!”

They both chuckled as they remembered the awkward dance they both did from the time they were 13.

“So what are you going to do about the date tonight?”

Marinette shrugged once more as she pulled at a piece of her hair, twirling it around her finger.

“Who is on date duty tonight?”

“First of all, it’s not called date duty,” he waved off the pointed look Marinette gave him before continuing, “and it was supposed to be Jagged and Penny but in case they fail, Tony is on backup duty and Jason is on backup, backup duty.”

“Not date duty my ass.”

Marinette sighed longingly as she pulled herself into a sitting position.

“I’m giving this one more chance before I swear off dating forever.”

Adrien chuckled before offering his hand to pull her into a standing position.

“Well, guess you better prepare to look good. After all, they always say if you’re gonna go out, at least do it in style.”

Marinette rolled her eyes as she pushed Adrien to the couch, ignoring his protests. If this was going to be her last date, then maybe he had a point of going out in style.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  .

Marinette pulled at her dress nervously as a black limo approached her outside of her apartment. She had checked the perimeter once as Marinette and once more as Ladybug; there was no sign of Jagged or Penny. Somehow though, that didn’t calm her nerves.

As the limo pulled to a stop, a man stepped out of the back seat causing her breath to hitch in her throat. As if him being drop-dead gorgeous wasn’t enough, her worst fears stepped out from behind him, wide grins on their faces.

“Oi, there she is Penny! Marinette, we tried calling you but you sent us straight to voicemail, that wasn’t very rock n’ roll of you. Luckily, this nice man right here was there to give us a ride, right Penny?”

Penny nodded sweetly as if the two of them were innocent victims of Marinette’s forgetfulness. She wanted to turn right back into her apartment and never leave again, but a small hand grasped hers, pulling it up to their lips, as soft and gentle as his movements.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I have heard many stories of you from my brothers and father. You seem to have impressed many powerful people such as the two strays I picked up off the streets earlier.”

His smile was playful as it coaxed a small laugh from her. It helped even more to see Jagged panicking in the background at the sight of the small gesture. This man, no, his name was Damian. Damian had already broken through the first wall without even knowing it. Marinette let herself feel a spark of hope at the thought of finally making it through a first date.

“Anywho, now that we have arrived, I must apologize for leaving you two here, how does the saying go? ‘High and dry?’ but I do have a date to continue.” He nodded to Penny and Jagged leaving them both with their jaws almost touching the ground.

If she had a moment, Marinette might’ve taken a photo, but she instead quickly grabbed Damian’s arm, shutting the limo door before either could protest. She didn’t bother to release the breath she had been holding until the apartments were gone from the rearview mirror.

“I am so sorry about them, they-” she tried to let the apology spill out of her mouth but Damian simply shook his head, that same playful smile monopolizing his face.

“I am fully aware of the so-called ‘date duty’ your friends have. After all, my brother is in charge of the scheduling.”

It was Marinette’s turn for her jaw to drop. This was Jason’s brother? The literal spawn of satan as Jason had put it. There was no way. He was so nice, and such a gentleman, there was no way they could be the same person.

“How come nobody ever told me you were in town? Last time Jason introduced me to the family, he made sure to wait for when you left on a business trip. I’ve only ever been invited over when you’re not there!”

Damian chuckled as if this was a normal occurrence.

“They knew I had a crush on you ever since I watched your alter ego take down an akuma three times your size. It was only a matter of time until I asked you out, but with Jason observing your every date, he made it quite difficult.”

Marinette felt her face flush as his words washed over her. A man that was actually interested in her and was willing to take on the trouble a date with her could mean? She lightly pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“You know it’s only going to get worse from here right? Like, Jagged and Penny were only the first round worse.”

Damian leaned in, placing his hand overtop hers, that smile of his killing her slowly.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Marinette nodded as she leaned closer, nearly closing the gap between them, her heart racing from the distance.

“I borrowed his rotation schedule and have prepared for every incident that could occur tonight.”

Marinette couldn’t help the words that slipped out of her mouth.

“I think I might love you.” Immediately she slapped her hand over her mouth letting out a string of apologies as she scooched away from the red-faced man. He cleared his throat, trying to overcome his shock as his smile pulled into a small smirk.

“Don’t apologize, just tell me again if you feel the same after we’ve finished the date.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Somehow, they managed to make it through dinner without a single hiccup. It was suspicious, but she was having too good of a time to care. She fell in love immediately with his animals as he showed off his many photos, commenting on whichever one seemed to make her melt the most.

They talked about where they had gone to college, where they were working now and what they were hoping for their futures. Marinette felt her heart swell with excitement for how compatible they were, it almost made tonight ending that much more painful.

As they stepped out of the restaurant, Marinette heard a familiar voice that made her blood run cold.

“Do you know who I am? I could buy this whole place and then you’d have to let me in! I’m the damn Ironman, doesn’t that count for something?”

The poor hostess was shaking her head, trying to apologize to the other guests for the wait he was causing. Marinette let out a defeated sigh as she took a step forward to intervene, but Damian’s hand intertwined with hers pulling her in the opposite direction.

“There aren’t too many places in Gotham City that Tony Stark isn’t banned from. However, you can thank my father for that. He agreed for me to host my dinner at his restaurant to nullify backup number 2, Tony Stark.”

Marinette almost wanted to laugh at the irony of a billionaire being banned from a small Italian restaurant in Gotham.

“There’s not much that Uncle Tony can’t fix by throwing money at it, but I suppose that’s pointless when it’s another billionaire causing the said problem.”

Damian sent her a wink that warmed her to her core. They decided to ditch the limo in favor of walking home, spending more time with each other coincidentally. Marinette felt her mind racing like she was in middle school once again planning her imaginary wedding and their future hamster.

He was everything she had hoped to find in a man and so much more. She honestly regretted not meeting him sooner, it would’ve saved her so much trouble over the years.

She opened her mouth, only to close it immediately as her eyes narrowed in on a figure leaning against her apartment building.

“Jason, what are you doing here? There’s no date to ruin now and I finally found a guy who can’t be scared off by your stupid date duty.”

She crossed her arms in defiance but Jason paid her no mind.

“Damian, I didn’t know you were home so soon. I would’ve locked you up in the Batcave to make sure this would’ve never happened.”

Damian scoffed beside her as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“As if you could.”

The two men were locked in a staredown, leaving Marinette to wilt in the tension that had formed. She moved towards her apartment, only to be stopped by Damian’s hand for the third time tonight.

Turning her back to Jason, she watched as he brought her hand to his lips, his kiss still as gentle and soft as the first when he had given her hours earlier. She ignored Jason’s protest as she pulled his hand forward placing a quick peck on his lips.

The man’s face matched her own in shades of red.

“Does this mean you would be interested in a second date?”

Marinette nodded furiously before waving him goodnight, darting past Jason’s brooding figure.

“This is not the end of it Marinette!”

Jason’s threats felt empty compared to the excitement racing in her heart. She had finally broken the cycle of never-ending first dates and boy, did it feel good.

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And one more bit from the “Kings of the Sky” AU albeit several installments in, because I just......don’t know when or why I stumbled into an obsession with the dynamics between Dick and Jason and Cass as the eldest three Wayne siblings, but its there, its real, and its happening. I’ve stopped fighting it. I just....enjoy writing those three being dumb siblings who are dumb like so, so much.

Anyway, in this AU series, Jason doesn’t go to Ethiopia and die, but rather eventually joins Dick at Titans Tower more regularly and is Flamebird. Both are closer with Bruce here than in canon because Dick helped Bruce and Jason get through the Garzonas stuff and Jason helped kick Bruce in the direction of Dick and adoption papers right after the Brother Blood storyline. Then Cass is actually the third to join the family, by way of Babs, and she’s Batgirl and then Black Bat, but there’s a period of time when its just Dick, Jason and Cass as the Wayne kids. 

(PS - this is the same series as where Jason ends up with his own age group of Titans, and accidentally falls into a love quadrangle of doom that is absolutely NOT a polycule dammit, with Tom Bronson (Tomcat), Ray Terrill (The Ray) and Todd Rice (Obsidian). Which amuses his brother and sister to no end).

Tim and Duke are both next, but sorta at the same time? Like Tim’s story takes a sharp turn when Robin II never dies and obviously is Flamebird now like Robin I is Nightwing, and Tim winds up in foster care after his parents die differently than in canon. Duke is also in foster care at this time, though a different placement, and while no Robin has died here, its been awhile since there’s been one in Gotham, and to kids who grew up with the idea of there always being a Robin, that feels weird and wrong ultimately. 

So Tim and Duke both hit on the idea of being Robin like, at around the same time and totally disconnected from one another, and that leads to them both joining the Batfam around the same time, and co-sharing Robin until Damian arrives much later and they both move on to new identities. But there’s no real confusion between Robins because Duke is the daytime Robin with more yellow coloring in his costume and Tim is the nighttime Robin with more red, and people say Red or Yellow if they ever need to differentiate which Robin they’re talking about. Anyway.

************

So [Tim and Duke] run into trouble eventually and then when running from trouble they run into each other and they’re like….huh. Awkward. And then they decide well, might as well both run from trouble in the same direction, I guess. So they do.

“Did you have a plan for dealing with these guys?” Tim yelled at Duke. The other boy looked back over his shoulder briefly and gave what would probably have been a half-shrug if he didn’t awkwardly try to barrel-roll over a car two seconds later.

“Umm, sorta?”

“How sorta are we talking about? Maybe the two of us together could fill in the gaps in the plan and come up with one full plan?”

“Uh yeah, no, its not that kinda sorta. I meant sorta in the sense that I thought I had a plan but it didn’t work and that’s why these guys are after me. Sooooo…”

“Not helpful, basically.”

“Yeah. Pretty much. And hey, I don’t hear you offering up a plan! Did you even have one at all?”

“Uh….I mean I kinda didn’t think I was going to need one because I figured some kid running around in a mask making a nuisance of himself was the sorta thing that was bound to attract Batman. And so I was just pretty much running around until that happened, and then I’d make a case for how I obviously need training and Gotham needs Robin and if its not me its likely to be someone else trying eventually anyway so why not be me?”

Duke paused just long enough to squint at him. “That’s a terrible plan.”

Tim rolled his eyes. The effort didn’t pair well with his huffing and over-all exertions from running for his life and all that, but necessity demanded. “Yeah I know, that’s why I never said it was a plan! It was mostly….more…idea-ish.”

“I’m just saying, I thought I was doing this wrong, but at least I had a plan! I mean yeah, it might have ended up with me accidentally busting in on what I thought was a bunch of Riddler’s henchmen setting up some kind of clue thing, only it was actually a bunch of Intergang type guys with alien space guns or some shit all dressed up as Riddler henchmen for some reason? I dunno what they were trying to do honestly, but so yeah I might have ended up running away on foot from like twenty of them and some kind of hovercycle -”

“I’m going to cut you off there and say wherever this is going its probably not the superior vantage point I think you think you have.”

Meanwhile, Batman was not going to be coming because he’s off on a JLA mission. However, in his absence Dick and Jason are in town filling in, and they finished taking out the bad guys several blocks back and caught up to whomever was running from them, figured out the situation and are currently sitting on the edge of a rooftop watching them realize they’re totally lost and trying to figure out where to go from here. Mostly because Dick and Jason are incredibly amused listening to their back and forth and also just…this whole situation.

Dick justifies not piping up to let them know they’re safe now by saying this is good intel gathering so we can offer Bruce our assessment as to whether they’re gonna try and keep doing this whether we train them or not, and also how they handle this whole being lost situation. Not knowing they don’t have to run anymore isn’t going to hurt them and really, this is a good field exercise almost.

Jason justifies not piping up by saying this is fucking hilarious and I will hurt you if you end this any sooner than we have to, I deserve this, I had a rough week.

Which is right around the time that Cass pipes up from where she’s been lurking unnoticed behind them this whole time: “Oh no. Was it Tom? Or Ray? Or was it Todd?”

And she does it right in Jason’s ear so he kinda aborted-shrieks and almost falls off the roof except Cass is ready for that and grabs his arm to steady him.

“I hate when you do that!” Jason growls in an attempt to cover up how badly she got him and also because he hates when she does it which is why she does it a lot. Again, they don’t hate each other at all, but they do seem to act like it a lot, and neither of them is entirely sure why. They kinda just started doing it and have each been trying to get the other back ever since and ended up locked in an unending spiral of gotcha-gotchaback, except, y’know, Batfam style.

Dick occasionally picks sides just to muddy the waters. And then he randomly switches sides without warning, so neither of them ever wants to risk getting too peeved at him even when he’s helping the other, because that might push him fully over to the other side and leave them permanently outnumbered, so they’re kinda stuck, which is exactly as he likes it, lol.

“Why are you Satan,” Jason hisses dramatically as he gets up and stomps over to the other side of the roof to sulk, lest she almost knock him off again. Its not the almost falling part that bothers him, its that she’s the one that snatches him to safety each time. She’s like a freaking cat toying with a - yeah not going there, just blaming Selina. Knew them hanging out was going to be bad news for me somehow, he gripes.

Cass just shrugs and smoothly sits down cross-legged right where she is, grinning Cheshire-cat style at him from there. “Childhood trauma,” is her answer.

“Great, and now you’re stealing my comeback on top of it?! Is nothing sacred to you?”

She offers another shrug. He would like to return those for store credit please. Maybe get something useful instead. “Haven’t decided yet. Babs is still helping me explore my options. We’re going alphabetically and we’re only on  the E-religions.”

“God, you’re the worst. I can’t believe you ruined sisters for me.”

“You already used that same line last week when you came out of your room still half-asleep and she was just sitting directly across from your door waiting and staring unblinking and you yelped and dropped your laptop on your toe, and then cursed so loud that B came running around the hall thinking we were being invaded,” Dick reported idly, still perched in the same position he’d been in all along and watching the boys below them. “Just in case you thought no one noticed when you recycle.”

“I noticed too,” Cass added solemnly.

“I have no siblings,” Jason intoned. He threw up his hands dramatically and then loudly jumped down to the street below with a little help from the fire escape. It drew both Duke and Tim’s attention and they startled before realizing it was Flamebird. And that he’d landed on the street and was stalking past them while barely acknowledging them. And that that was Nightwing standing on the roof now with his hands on his hips yelling after him.

“Oh, reeeeeeal subtle. You’re not having fun anymore so you gotta make sure nobody else does either. Wow, the Brat-like behavior, just jumped out of the shadows with that one!”

And that was Flamebird not even turning around and just yelling back. “I HAVE NO SIBLINGS!”

And also they were both pretty sure that was Batgirl crouched on the roof next to Nightwing now, and she was…..sticking her tongue out at Flamebird’s back? No, Batgirl very much definitely was sticking out her tongue, that wasn’t in doubt, it was more just….very unexpected to see.

What was happening right now?

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Eventually Tim and Duke have inevitably worn down [Bruce’s] resistance to training them by insisting they’re gonna keep doing this and if its not them its gonna be someone sooner or later anyway. Because, as they put it, you guys may not know this but Gotham’s gotten used to Robins by now and it freaks people out not to see one and Robin’s as important as Batman really and there needs to be a Robin and its not just us that will think that, like look at the fact that already two of us had the exact same idea, huh? And also, we’re gonna keep doing it anyway, sooooo….there’s that.

And then Cass vouches that they’re both 100% serious about that.

And then Dick vouches that as a former determined daredevil kid that was absolutely going to keep doing the same thing no matter whether you’d helped me or not, B, I also am of the assessment that these two mean it all the way.

And not to be left out and just to have something to contribute but also grumpy because his brother and sister are picking on him and he’s eighteen going on ten, Jason throws in: “And my assessment is that they both definitely seem dumb enough to keep doing this without help anyway and they definitely need help or they definitely will die, I’d give it a month, month and a half tops.”

And then Bruce dryly thanks his children for their contributions, their keen insights in this matter have been absolutely invaluable, he has no idea how he would make a decision here without it.

“Oooh, a rare sighting of Bat-snark in the wild. Someone call Nat-Geo quick, maybe he’ll do it again,” Dick says.

Bruce sighs. Duke and Tim look like they’re trying to decide if they’re allowed to be amused or if that’s also part of some weird Bat-test that they’re probably taking without even knowing it.

So Tim and Duke move in, start training together, and then also get sent to school together and it takes a month or so of settling in before they decide whether or not they actually are happy about this. There’s a period of deciding they’re supposed to be bitter rivals who snipe at each other back and forth across the dining table at every available opportunity, but that changes the first night Dick and Jason come back from the Tower since Tim and Duke have moved in and where Cass is also home instead of at the Clocktower with Babs.

Since all three of the older Batkids, upon seeing Tim and Duke squabble at dinner, decide to obnoxiously coo about how adorable it is watching the kids play. Which pretty instantly cements Duke and Tim as realizing their best chance of surviving the sudden acquisition of three older superhero ninja foster siblings who all can be as obnoxious as they are dangerous but also as much as they are - Duke and Tim are convinced - all quite insane.

A belief further cemented the next morning, with all three of them having spent the night at the Manor as well. Treating Duke and Tim to their first Saturday morning episode of the Cass and Jason show.

In this episode, Jason emerged from his bedroom in his pajamas still but warily peeking his head out first to look both ways down the hall before deciding it was clear…..and then makes it just almost to the end of the hallway leading to the stairs, when Cass drops down from where she’d been waiting perched above the other side of the door, in such a way as to suddenly fill the doorway just in front of him, hanging upside down suspending herself just with her feet wedged above the doorway, all while keeping her hands crossed her chest, a dead-eyed expression on her face, and with her tongue hanging out like she’s some kind of vampire hanging upside down in mid-slumber.

Jason shrieked and stumbled back a foot before catching himself and shoving two fingers in a cross shape in her direction.

“Demon! DEMON! Goddammit, I abjure thee, that’s supposed to fucking do something about having a demon sister, now what the fuck does it take to banish you!?”

“Can’t be banished,” Cass informed him, still upside down. “Can be bought though.”

Jason halted. “What?”

“I’m really surprised you never figured it out,” Dick said from his room further down the hallway. He was leaning against the doorjamb, arms casually crossed.

“Why did you think she never goes after me?”

Jason swiveled back and forth between his siblings suspiciously, trying to scry both their inscrutable (and in Cass’ case, still upside down) faces for signs they were telling the truth. “You’re telling me that Little Miss Monstrous has been a pain in my ass from day one and the reason she’s never so much as eked a single boo in your direction is you’ve been bribing her all this time?”

Dick shrugged. “Its all about getting in on the ground floor.”

Jason squinted, still unconvinced. “Nuh-uh. No way. You’re just fucking with me. Like if this is for real, what have you been buying her off with?”

Dick smiled beatifically. “Cuddles and hugs.”

“NO! NO! Bullshit! I am NOT falling for this crap again, you are not gonna get me this way this time. I call BS, fuck you, nuh uh, you’re lying out your ass and your ass-face both.”

“Wait, what is this ‘this’ that I did before? What ever are you talking about?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

“Is this about the Care Bear you had when you were fifteen?”

“Shut upppppppppppppppp, I didn’t have a Care Bear then, you’re such a - “

“Oh, I dunno, I’m preeeeetty sure there’s some holiday photos from that year that would say otherwise, pretty definitively in the form of you and your Care Bear….”

“That I only had because you literally just gave it to me as a present solely so that you could claim that I had a Care Bear when I was fifteen, you douchebag!”

“Just because I gave you the Care Bear didn’t mean you had to keep the Care Bear and hold the Care Bear and love the Care Bear, Jay. You chose to do all that.”

“I only kept the damn thing because you’re an asshole who lied about it being a family heirloom so I felt like I had to or I’d be a total jerk. Is nothing sacred to you?”

“I didn’t lie! It is a treasured family heirloom! Its the first Care Bear I gave to my little brother to teach him the important and valuable lesson that Care Bears - say it with me now - “

“Finish that sentence and they will never find your body.”

“CARE!” Cass shrieked from behind him before jumping on Jason’s back and bearing him down to the floor in an undignified tangle as she splayed atop him like a starfish and he stared up at the ceiling in a kind of strangled frozen fury, like there was so much emotion he wanted to process he’d overheated and now was stuck like that until he cooled down.

That was when Dick leaned over him and solemnly added one final thought, as though it was a crucial addition of the gravest importance:: “A lot.”

Jason’s eye twitched.

Dick’s eyes went wide in response. “Uh oh. He went to the Danger Zone. Run Cass. We’ve unleashed the dogs of war!”

Cass was off and on her feet in a second, taking off down the hall like a rocket. “Not the dogs of war!” She yelled.

Dick was only seconds behind her when behind him, Jason rose like an eruption, growling wordlessly and sparks practically flashing from his suddenly flinty eyes. He charged after them like an enraged bull.

“Kenny Loggins wouldn’t want this!” Dick yelled over his shoulder as he rounded the doorway and vanished. Jason rounded it in hot pursuit.

“Poison Ivy won’t even be able to make compost from what’s left of you when I’m through!”

The yelling and running vanished into the distance. Duke and Tim finally looked at each other blankly.

“What?” Tim asked. Duke shrugged helplessly.

A door opened at the end of the hallway. Bruce stuck his head out. “Is it safe?”

Tim just stared at him.

“What?” Duke asked.

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LOL mostly I just want to get to the tail end of the series, when Dick and Jason go undercover as supervillains in the Society of well, Supervillains....Dick as War Shrike and Jason as Gray Jay. (A kind of bird usually known for or referenced as being thieving and unpredictable and unexpectedly dangerous despite its size. Jason never went into the Lazarus Pit here and so isn’t as huge as he is in canon, he’s on the smaller side due to his early life’s malnutrition. Living with Bruce helped him catch up enough that he’s not TINY tiny, but he’s still smaller enough that this particular mantle fits him a little better than it would his massive canon depiction).

Cass also partakes in the undercover storyline, just showing up uninvited in a persona she’s crafted for the mission and calls Black Swan. And War Shrike and Gray Jay are both so startled and obviously a little freaked by her unexpected arrival, that combined with her being ticked at her brothers for leaving her behind, RUDE, and them sufficiently cowed and guilted by her wrath, that it all adds up to the other villains as being clear evidence that she is the boss and they are her advance minions. 

Which mollifies and satisfies Cass immensely, and leaves Jason grumpy that their mission was hijacked and also his sister is The Worst, and leaves Dick temporarily disgruntled because This Whole Thing Was His Idea DAMMIT but then five seconds later finding it hilarious because Dick is a chaos connoisseur and he has an appreciation for whimsy and the unexpected.

“I can’t believe you not only gate-crashed our extremely sensitive and delicate undercover operation, but you completely hijacked it as well! This is so typical,” Jason grouched.

Cass simply swept ahead of him and strode down the hallway with lethal grace. “Silence minion.”

Jason spluttered behind her and she grinned to herself. He really made it too easy sometimes.

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Smiler

Warning: Flufffffffffffff Word count: 2,1k   Summary: Damian Wayne doesn’t smile. Ever. So when he suddenly starts to do so after reading text messages and receiving calls from an outsider his siblings get suspicious. Shenanigans ensue. Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Requested by the lovely-dove(l)y(?) Anon again: My second request is Damian is getting random phone calls during the day where he just smiles and walks away to answer it ( it’s the reader on the phone) and everyone is really confused so when he sneaks out they follow him and meet her

A/N: Again SKSKSKSKSK So much fluffffffffffff (a bit less than the other one, but still, I think it’s fluffy), also I decided to end this with the same sentence as the otehrs one because of the similarities and because it just kinda fits I think. 

Damian Wayne was never a smiler. Certainly not before he came to the manor nor after. If he ever smiled it was either through Schadenfreude or it was plainly fake. Everybody knew that: his father, his siblings, the media, his teachers, just everybody. Seeing Damian smile was like an evil omen, and you felt the urge to get your ducks in a row, just in case he’d kill you in a few minutes, mainly if his smile is directed at you. It was like having a lion look at you and fletch its teeth. So imagine how Dick felt when he had Damian smile while they were having a fight. One second he’s screaming at him about what in Imbecile he is, the next second he looks down at his phone laying on the coffee table and smiles. And not one of his evil smirks that you get when he knows you’ll get hurt or embarrassed in some way soon, or one of those fake smiles Bruce had got him to give the high and mighty at Galas, No. It was a real, genuine smile. One he had never seen before. “Damian?” he couldn’t help but try to get his attention back but found himself regretting it when instead of explaining or sharing what made him smile, he immediately went back to insulting him. The next time that happened was shortly after one night of patrol with Damian, Tim and Bruce. The latter sent the two boys home and to bed and decided he’d stay out a bit longer on his own and contact Jason if he needed help. And when the two of them came back into the cave, Tim spectated something completely stunning. While he decided to stay in the suit and sat down at the batcomputer to keep on working, Damian informed him that he’d go shower. But before he disappeared into his father’s office and consequentially into the manor, he walked over to a locker-like shelf in one of the corners near the batcomputer where they sometimes stored their phones and wallets during the patrol. He let the construct scan his hand, alerting Tim to look into the direction with the ‘blob’ sound it made when it opened. And then he saw it. A smile, a real genuine smile like the one Dick had experienced only a day earlier. Tim wasn’t able to see what he was looking it, only knowing that he had only stored his phone in the locker, but he knew it must have been something incredible if it could make Damian smile as simple as that. For a moment, Tim considered asking, considered finding out what in the world could make this happen, but before he could do anything, Damian - and his phone - had disappeared up the stairs.

After that, it started happening more and more often. It wasn’t limited to small glances at Damian’s phone and then a smile, no, now it was him staring and typing (obviously texting with someone) for minutes at a time, keeping smiling or letting small smiles out every now and then and, which stunned them the most, the moments when his phone vibrated and he smiled before leaving the room to answer it. The fact that he smiled? Almost impossible. The fact that he actually took the call? A straight-out miracle. Damian almost never answered his phone, be it over text or call, unless it was his father, Alfred or if he knew it was important and was spammed enough by whoever wanted him to answer. Now, in theory, it might have been, in fact, Bruce who was calling him - even though that wouldn’t explain the smiles - but a key piece of evidence that disputed that was the fact that more than once Bruce was inside the room when it happened. So that eliminated him as a subject. Alfred was out of the question for obvious reasons and Damian’s siblings weren’t even on the list. So who could it actually be? It had to be an outsider, right? “Maybe it’s Jon? Or Billy?” Tim suggested as he sat on the Batcomputer and talked to his siblings who were on patrol. Damian had been grounded for the day earlier because he almost punched a lady in the grocery shop and Bruce was with the league. “Nah, I don’t think so,” Steph replied over the sound of punches being thrown and a man groaning until there was a ‘thump’ and it was silent again. “Yeah, me neither,” Dick agreed, “I mean he’d sell Billy for a single cent and even if he confesses that he’s actually friends with Jon, he wouldn’t smile at or because of him to save his life.” “Right, well that’s all I had,” Tim shrugged and typed away on the keyboard while half-mindedly listening to his siblings discusses the matter over the coms. He was about to stand up, and make himself a cup of coffee when something in the corner of his eyes caught his attention. “Guys,” he smirked and sent them all a screenshot of one of his surveillance monitors, “You are not gonna believe that.”

“I’ve got my eyes on the prize,” Jason whispered happily while sitting on his parked bike, dressed in his civilian clothes, and spectating a very suspicious Damian walking through the streets of Gotham City in a black hoodie and black pants as if he tried to impersonate any wannabe robber in a Hollywood movie, the hood drawn over his face. “Anything suspicious yet,” Steph asked, he tone still slightly annoyed with the fact that she wasn’t the one to follow Damian because she was on patrol and had to leave it to Jason and Cas. “For Damian? Not really, nothing unusual yet. Isn’t the first time he sneaked out and it sure as hell won’t be the last time.” Jason watched as his little brother looked around as if he was being followed - which admittedly he was - but Jason and Cas, who was taking the roof-route, even though she too was in her civilian clothes, were careful enough not to let him catch them. “You see that?” Cas asked him and the two of them watched as Damian got his phone out, smiled a little, stuffed it back into his hoodie pocket and entered a small café, not the kind of place that Damian would usually go into. “Now that is… interesting,” Jason muttered to no one in particular and quickly gave Cas a nod who came jumping down from the fire escape of the building a few feet away from him. He got off of his vehicle and put on some shades and a baseball cap to keep himself somewhat incognito, before crossing the streets and entering the establishment himself, making sure to keep out of Damian’s sight and slipping into a booth in the corner from where he could see his brother’s back turned to him. A few minutes passed before anything happened- except for Cas who slipped into the seat opposite him in silence, and they started to wonder what Damian was doing there. It looked like he was waiting for something to happen, or rather someone if you took the untouched steaming cup in front of him into account, but he didn’t seem impatient or annoyed or any of the other things he usually was with even the smallest things. They couldn’t see his expression or his face, but he once again pulled out his phone when he received a call and even with only his backside in view both Jason and Cas could make out the bright expression that painted his face. He turned around in his seat and Jason laid his chin into his hand, elbow on the table, to hide as much of his face as possible, and Cas turned as far as possible without looking unsuspicious. Because of this Cas missed what Jason was able to see. She missed the girl that stepped into the cafe with her phone against her ear. She was around Damian’s age and wrapped into a trenchcoat along with a scarf that looked just a little bit too much like the one Damian had bought a few weeks earlier on a fair Dick had dragged him to. Back then he hadn’t explained himself, only scoffing at his siblings’ comments about it and they all just made up their own theories. that it maybe was a gift for Steph’s upcoming birthday, or that it was maybe supposed to be something to strangle someone with. The girl looked around the café and her already shining eyes got even more bright when they landed on Mister grumpy who had stood up at this point. she lowered the phone and almost jumped over to where Damian was standing, falling into his open arms, giggling quietly. “What the-” Jason muttered, prompting his sister to follow his gaze only to almost freeze on the spot when catching the sight. The girl and Damian managed to tear away from each other’s arms and slip into the booth that Damian had occupied earlier. She took a sip of the drink Damian had ordered for her and seemed to thank her from what Jason could read from her lips. He couldn’t read Damian’s lips with his brothers back turned to him, but whatever he said made the girl blush immensely and shyly turn her head away, causing a strand of her y/h/c hair to fall into her face. Cas and Jason couldn’t stop staring at the two of them, the whole scene so surreal. It was Damian Wayne they were seeing there, the ‘Don’t touch me I’ll bite off your fingers one after another’ Damian Wayne. And he had hugged this girl like his life depended on it and now, this was maybe the weirdest thing yet, he reached over the table to brush the hair out of the girls face, but instead of pulling the hand back again, he cupped her cheek and she practically melted into his touch. “Jason, don’t-” Cas tried to hold Jay back when he stood up and started to make his way over to the other booth, but he didn’t let himself be stopped so the only thing Cassandra could do was to go along with it. The girl who sat facing their direction caught sight of them first and seemed - understandably so - confused when the extremely tall man with the shades and baseball cap and the girl that she could swear looked familiar walked right over to them and stepped beside their table. That was when Damian noticed her distracted eyes and followed them only to let that look of being caught flash over his face before he quickly hid it under a facade of annoyance. He pulled his hand away from the girl’s cheek, but left it in front of her on the table, ready to grab her hand at any given moment. “What are you doing here, Todd?” he asked, clearly not fooled by his disguise, before turning to his sister, “And you Cain? I expected this from an imbecile like him, but I had higher expectations in you.” “Damian who are-” the girl tried to ask, but was interrupted by Jason. “You’re one to talk Brat, I very clearly remember the old man grounding you so guess how surprised I was to see you here.” “Wait, Dami you’re groun-” “This is none of your business Todd, leave us alone,” Damian scoffed and balled the hand that wasn’t near the girls into a fist. “Hmm,” Jason acted like he was thinking about it, but it was clear for everyone involved that it was nothing but an act, “Nah, I don’t think so.” Much to the dismay of a by now very, very annoyed Damian he pushed him further into the booth to the windows and let himself fall onto the couch-like seat beside him, now directing his attention to Damian’s friend. Cas send the girl a sorry smile before slipping into the seat beside her. “Todd? What are you do-” Damian wanted to ask, but Jason shushed him. “You don’t want Bruce to find out you sneaked out?” he asked and was validated by the silence that followed from his little brother, “Well then, I guess this is gonna be an interesting evening then, mind introducing me to your-” he seemed to search for the appropriate word, “-Companion?” The girl was utterly confused by now and switched looking over the faces of the people surrounding her only to land on Damian’s when he took ahold of her hand and pushed it like he was trying to silently apologize. “This is Y/N, she’s my girlfriend. Y/n, this idiot is Jason Todd, unfortunately, my older brother, and Cassandra, my sister,” he introduced and the eyes of everyone involved widened. “You have a lot to explaining to do young man…”

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“It’s Alfred dayyyy” - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Every year, every single year, your family reunites to celebrate the marvel that Alfred Pennyworth is.

Because Alfred does deserve his own “holiday” really. This has been sitting in my draft for almost two years, someone send me an ask that reminded me of it and I just suddenly really wanted to write it. I hope you’ll like it : 

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Midnight, a new day :

“And we will be waiting for you at 8 am, your mom and I forced him to sleep in, but we all know he will be awake by that time anyway.”

“Ok, I’ll pick Jaybird on my way there.” 

“Jason is coming ?” 

“He said he would.”

“Oh. Good.” 

Dick did his hardest not to roll his eyes. “Oh. Good.” he says, as if the news didn’t make him wanna jump in joy. But of course, the Batman has a reputation to keep, if he showed too much emotions in one sitting, he’d probably explode. 

The truth was that if Jason was coming...Well if Jason was coming, it meant they were finally on the road to forgiveness. And Dick knew that Bruce had been waiting a long time for this. Bruce...and everyone else really. 

Especially you and Alfred. 

“In any case, be there by 8. We’ll do the usual. Now that I think of it, could you maybe pick up his cake at West Side’s bakery ? Your mother was going to do it, but if you pick up Jason...I think he lives in the area ?” 

Of course, Bruce knew exactly that Jason indeed lived not far from Alfred’s favorite bakery. Because he was keeping an eye on him. Not out of mistrust, or thinking he would kill again (he promised his mom, you, he would stop, but the promise was still recent, so was his return), but because...Well, it was his boy. 

Ever since Bruce adopted Dick, he never stopped worrying about his kids. He never stopped trying to keep an eye on them. It got even worst after Jason’s death...He was actually overbearing many times, which lead Dick away more than once. 

But he’d always be back. 

Just like Jason, eventually, would be fully back. 

For the moment, it was enough that he’d come by tomorrow. 

For tomorrow was the one and only...”Alfred day”. 

“Yeah sure, we can pick the cake up.” 

“Alright. Well. I’m going home, and you lot should too. We promised Alfred, after all. An entire day without any vigilante’s business. Unless there’s an emergency of course. Good night.” 

“’Night dad.” 

Bruce turns to his youngest kids, expecting them to follow him, but Damian says : 

“We’re right behind you, we’re just gonna hang out with Grayson a little more. Since he moved to Blüdhaven, we almost never see him...”

“Guiltripping me will not work little brother.” 

“Are you sure ?” 

Silence. And then Dick turns to his father : 

“I’ll get them home soon, we’re gonna go get some ice cream.” 

Bruce smiles, of this small genuine smile he only has when around his children. He nods, tell them not to stay out too late, and leaves, on his way back to you. 

12:30 pm, Batcave.

“You are late, Master Bruce.”

“Only by half an hour. I had to see Dick before coming back. Logistic talk.” 

As he speaks, Bruce takes his armor off, stretching a little after this short night full of not much happening. As if every villain in Gotham knew this day was happening, and they too would give a break to the butler (because if Bruce was resting, then Alfred could rest too). 

“Well it means you’ll have to start half an hour late tomorrow, this is the deal. Where are the children ?” 

“Alright. I will. And they’re getting ice cream with Dick. Now please, go to bed before she catches you up.” 

“Lady (Y/N) will understand that I was making sure you are home on time.” 

“She does understand yes, and she’s also telling you to go rest this instant ! You have slept even less than Bruce this past few days for god’s sake !” 

Both Bruce and Alfred jumps a bit as you enter the bat cave, smiling at them. Alfred raises his hands in a sign of peace, smiles at you, gives you a kiss goodnight on your forehead (a nightly tradition, by now...you never had a dad, and Alfred took it upon him to catch up lost time), and leaves. 

You turn to Bruce, and gives him your hand. 

He takes it gladly, a smile on his lips. The kind he only shows when around those he loves... 

A “glad you’re here” kiss, and a few words : 

“You know, my favorite thing about this day is that you’re home all day long, and I don’t have to miss you...” 

As usual, your words grip his heart, and his arms tighten around you. Even after years of being together, you could always make his pulse race with only a few words. Sometimes just a look...

He doesn’t resist or look back, when you give his hand a pull and leave the bat cave. 

Rare were the occasions Bruce would forget about his vigilante work. In fact, only one day a year, would he completely forget about it. Because he promised. And because it was a special day. 

A day to celebrate the man he came to view as his father. 

Alfred day. 

1 am, in “Giovanni’s 24/7 gelato” shop. 

The waiter of the place didn't even blink, as he served ice creams to a bunch of kids at 1 am, in the heart of Gotham. Used to it really. Nothing in this city was like any other place. Most people were night dwellers, even children.

Probably because, thanks to a certain group of vigilante, they all felt safer when the sun was down. 

“So, how did it start exactly, this Alfred day ?” 

Duke asks, after taking a full scoop of his favorite ice cream, curtesy of a certain Dick grayson. 

You had told Duke, about a week prior to it, that he had to clear his schedule for this particular day but didn’t really explain what it was exactly. Just that it was to celebrate Alfred. Not giving much more context. 

Dick smiles, and say : 

“How did it start ? Haha, oh man, it’s quite the story.” 

With an annoyed sigh, Damian says : 

“Just out with it already Grayson, we know, you were the only one that knew them by then blahblahblah.” 

“Do I sense a hint of jealousy, little bird ?” 

Damian doesn’t answer, but plants his spoon a little bit more aggressively in his gelato. Ah yes, maybe he was a tiny bit jealous that Dick had the luck to have their parents all for himself, once upon a time...Maybe. 

“Well anyway, legend has it that mom chose the date.”

Dick takes a dramatic pause, making the siblings who already heard the story (so everyone but Duke) roll their eyes. Their oldest brother had a flair for dramatic retelling of past events. 

“A long long time ago, on this day, when I was only 8 and just came into the family, they got into a bad fight. When I was little, before Jason came in, they got on the verge of breaking up a few times. Even did really broke up once, worst fucking time of my life, feeling like I was losing another family (A/N : referencing this story : The break-up)...”

A shot pause, this time, not for dramatics, but because the memory was genuinely painful and Dick had to take a short break. He continues : 

“So anyway, on this day, a long time ago, Mom discovered how vital Alfred was to this family. She said it’d been a day where she wanted to literally kill our father because he was so damn annoying, and overly brooding, and stupid – her words not mine- and that Alfred calmed her in just a few words. I don’t quite know what he told her, or what he told dad. All I know is that he told me that he wouldn’t let them break-up again over a stupid fight, and um, next thing I know, I’m avoiding the East wing for a few hours.” 

“Oh...Oh no Dick gross !” 

Dick chuckles, enjoying a bit too much messing with his little siblings. 

“Anyway, mom decided that Alfred deserved a day, in the year, where we would do everything HE wants because without him, our family would crumble. It just sort of became a tradition. So from midnight right now, to midnight of next day, no vigilante business. And we spend the day all together with him.” 

“That’s actually...a really sweet story ?” 

“It really is Dukie, it really is.”

“Dukie ?”

“Ah sorry, you’re part of the family now, which earns you a nickname from me. Jaybird. Timbo. Dami. Cass or Cassie if I feel like being a particularly doting older brother. So...had to find one for you. It was between Dukie and Dukester so-”

“Dukie is fine.”

Everyone snickers as Duke rolls his eyes, and then he asks : 

“So...What exactly are we gonna do ?” 

“Oh, well it’s simple. It starts at 8 am when we arrive, and we kick off with...”

4 am, Alfred’s bedroom. 

You open the door to Alfred’s room quietly, as you would sometimes to make sure your children sleep. 

This time, you were checking to see if the butler did really go to bed. One of the point of Alfred day, was that he had to feel perfectly fine, and he never had a full night rest ! 

So if you had to make sure he did during that time, then you would. 

Your children had came home a few hours ago, happy they had some time with their oldest brother. Dick had been away often lately, and they missed him...You knew they were gonna guilt trip him into buying them a snack. 

You and Bruce had had some alone time before they came home, that you definitely took advantage of...But for now, you escaped your husbands grip to come and check on Alfred, making sure he was sound asleep. 

And he was. Good. Perfect. He’d have a good night sleep. A full night of sleep. 

Quietly, you left the room again, unaware that a smile slowly rose on the Butler’s face... 

8:02 am, Alfred Day : 

Bruce is the one that opens the front door for them. They have their own keys, of course...but they both forgot them, as usual. 

They’d normally just climb through a window, or sneak into the backyard, knowing where all the security devices were (the back door was never closed because of this), but decided that for this day, they’d just ring the bell and come in the right way. 

Without much surprise, Bruce answers the door. It’d either be him or you, during Alfred’s day. Or anyone that wasn’t Alfred really. 

Dick and Jason move to remove their shoes (house rules, NO SHOES inside) and coats, while Bruce looks at them, waiting for them so they can all walk back to the kitchen. 

Jason is the fastest, and there’s this embarrassed silence between the three of them. Bruce smiles awkwardly at Jason, who looks away as soon as their eyes meet. With a “tt” very typical of his little brother, Jason says : 

“Don’t misunderstand this, I’m here for Alfred. And...For mom.”

“I know.” 

“Good.” 

“Yes.”

Silence. Awkward, as Dick takes way too long to untie his shoes, and pretend he’s not hearing anything.

Bruce knows what he’s doing. He knows his oldest son is trying to give him some more time “alone” with Jason. But he’s not really sure what to say...

“I’m um...I’m glad you came.” 

Good. That was good. Keep going on that path Bruce, that’s actually-

“Yeah, whatever. I’m going ahead, you know the way Dick.” 

Damn. Almost there. Almost there with an actual moment between them two. Dick sighs, and puts a hand on his father’s shoulder. 

“He’ll come around.” 

Bruce doesn’t answer, he exhales slowly and nods, not very convinced...But today was not a day to dwell on the bad. Jason and him would make this work, if only for today. 

Because today was Alfred’s day.

8h30 am, the Kitchen. 

The butler came down in the kitchen, well rested and pleased to be greeted by his entire family. Your smiles already made his day perfect, and if “Alfred Day” was done in this instant, he’d still be happy. 

“Sit down Pennyworth, we have made breakfast for you ! Well...Mom and father did...but we helped ! I was in charge of making tea ! And I think you will appreciate the way I brewed it. I followed an ancient Japanese recipe, and I reckon an aficionado like yourself will appreciate it.” 

Damian bloomed when he was with his family. To people who didn’t know him as well as his siblings and parents, he could seem like a petulant and arrogant child, but he was the opposite of that. 

He was insecure, and unsure. Scared of being left alone. And so to overcompensate all the fear instilled in him by years of abuse from his “grandfather”, the infamous Ras Al’Ghul, Damian could be quite a little jerk sometimes. 

But when he was with his family...He opened up. He smiled. And he spend hours trying to brew the perfect cup of tea for the grandfather he actually chose to have. 

“Bruce made your favorite Alf’, didn’t do half a bad job either -you smile at your husband, and give him a quick peck, which have the famous result of making your children make their best “ew” face-. You taught him well.” 

You say, smiling widely at the butler.

It’s true, Alfred did teach Bruce how to cook really well. People often had the misconception the billionaire was bad at housework, which was wrong of course. 

When his parents were alive, they’d insist he still had chores to do, so he wouldn’t be too spoiled. And when Alfred raised him, he taught him as much as he could so that the boy could hold his own. 

Bruce was a great cook (you could definitely attest to that, what with him cooking your favorite meals on date nights and all). And he always made Alfred’s perfect breakfast for his special day. 

“Jason and I just arrived so we didn’t really participate, but we picked up your favorite cake so it counts right ?” 

Dick says, a wide smile on his face. Oh master Dick, Alfred blessed the day this little boy walked in their lives. 

He wasn’t so little anymore, but he was always such a joy to have over. Even when he had his tantrum as a youngster (and now sometimes too, although he became better in controlling his burst of anger), Alfred couldn't help but love that child. 

The butler turned to Jason, who shyly smiled at him and...Alfred’s heart was full. 

“I am very happy to see you in this house, Master Jason.” 

He said, as he sits around the kitchen table. Jason’s cheek tints slightly of red, as they always do when he’s a bit embarrassed and overwhelmed. 

Jason was such a kind and sensitive child. He never quite got used to compliments, having been used to abuse and hate, and he would always blush under them. Alfred was glad to see that, even after the horror Jason went through, small things could still make his cheek turn rosy...

Jason sat down at the table, looking happier than he had in ages. 

“For you.” 

Cassandra said, settling in front of him a plate full of food, while Damian put the the cup of tea down. 

Sweet little Cassandra. It was always a pleasure to hear her talk. Poor little thing was never taught love, or even how to talk...Having you in her life greatly helped. Having a family, greatly helped. 

She still didn’t talk very often, but when she did, all of her words truly counted. She laid a small kiss on Alfred’s forehead, to bid him good morning, and went to sit in her usual spot, right between you and Damian. 

“You will be happy to know, Alfred, that all of our electronic devices have been off since midnight last night ! Yes, even mine. Promise !” 

Tim exclaims, smiling at him. 

Tim was the only one out of all of Bruce’s children to have entered this life willingly. The only one that came knocking at their door, just really wanting to help. 

Unfortunately, him too lost his parents over time (although they weren’t particularly great ones)...But the first impulse the boy had, was that he just loved Batman and wanted to give a hand ! 

Tim was selfless, maybe a little too much, and often worried you to death. He would get wrapped up in his projects even more than his father, and needed a constant reminder to take care of himself...task that you, Bruce, Alfred and his siblings would share gladly. He would give back anyway, working his ass off and putting his own life on the line for them any hour of the day... 

At the furthest side of the table from him, sat Duke. 

This was his first “Alfred Day”, and he was looking at things curiously, nonetheless happy to be here. 

Young Duke’s situation was a little special. His parents were still alive, and he still hoped they’d find a cure for their madness. Because of this, the boy would often distance himself on purpose from some family events, finding it hard to find his own place. 

This was one reason he didn’t wear the Robin mantel for long, and almost immediately went to be The Signal. It didn’t help either, that he was the only metahuman. 

And yet...Yet as the days went by, Duke felt more and more at home at the Manor, and would more and more hang out with everyone. More and more felt like he was truly part of the family, now. 

Of course, him moving to Wayne Manor was all very recent, and he needed time. Time that everyone was giving him willingly and gladly. Time to adjust and find his place. 

But here, sitting around the kitchen table bustling with activity and laughter, Duke felt like...he felt like this Alfred Day brought him one step closer to truly be a part of it all. After all, to him too, the butler had been nothing but great. 

Alfred had that talent, to congregate everyone around him... 

You felt happy, there, sitting amongst your children, your love, and the man you came to consider your father. 

Alfred had a good feeling, when he first met you. He knew. He knew you’d be the one to “tame” the bat, to not take his shit when he was being a jerk, and to give him unconditional love. 

“Unconditional”. 

It was important, to be in a relationship with a man like Bruce Wayne. 

But oh. Oh he was giving you back every bits of love you ever gave him, times a hundred. He let you in in his world, and had no intention of ever letting you go. 

Breakfast went by fast, as everyone talked away, and enjoyed each others company. 

It was very rare, nowadays, that everyone could be in the same place. At least one of them would be busy normally. But on this day...on this day they surely made sure they would be free. 

And so here they were, having breakfast altogether, happy. 

If only people from the outside could see this scene; If only. 

Then they’d know, just like Alfred knew, that this family was the strongest, tightest that ever existed, and that there was nothing but love between all of them. 

************

11 am, the theater.

Before the first “Alfred Day” happened, Wayne Manor did not have a “theater”. 

It had a “Ballroom number 3″. 

It was your idea, to turn it into a small theater, so that Alfred could perform for everyone. 

Over the years, you had realized that Alfred was actually a very talented actor. After all, he filled in Batman’s shoes many times, to pretend that Bruce couldn’t possibly be him. And he might’ve use his dramatic talent to convince you and the rest of your family to do what he wanted you to do...

Clever man. 

On Alfred Day, the first activity, after breakfast, would be to take part in a monologue of his. Usually shakespearian. But sometimes he’d come up with small surprises. He once recited the “heaven” part of the Divine Comedy by Dante, because he knew you loved that poem. 

It was absolutely brilliant, and you almost wished he had pursued an acting career instead of becoming the Wayne’s butler...but then, you would’ve never met him. 

By 11 am, breakfast would usually be done and it was time for a performance of a year. By that time, Barbara and Stephanie would’ve join. 

They didn’t live in the Manor, but they were close friend of the family. Friends that definitely knew how precious Alfred was to everyone. 

This year, Alfred decided to entertain you with a series of short monologues taken from a wide array of material, from Shakespeare to movies. It was fascinating. They all had their snacks as if they were at the movie theater, and were captivated by his performance. 

For Alfred, it was a way to relive his youth, working in London’s east end’s theaters. And to perform his hobby in front of a live audience. 

So sure, maybe said live audience might’ve been a bit biased towards him, but he knew their applause and praises were genuine. 

************

1 pm, East Wing living room. 

Lunch was always skipped, as you snacked too much during Alfred’s performance, and he was never hungry after he acted. 

You’d directly skipped to Alfred’s compliment session. 

He both loved and hated this time. Loved it because it was a treat to see he positively impacted his family. Hated it because it was never comfortable to just hear people compliment you The moment they gave him a cherished memory they shared with him...

Each year, one by one, they would tell him something he did for them that really was important to them. 

It was custom that the youngest would start. So Damian stood up, and said : 

“My memory this year, is one that happened not long after I came to live in Wayne Manor. I had just gotten into a fight with Tim, and been mean to mom as she tried to talk to me about it...I felt terrible. I felt like I would never be someone good. Pennyworth came in my room, ignoring me when I told him to get away from me. He settled some cookies for me, and told me a story of my father when he was young. Of how stubborn he used to be, and how sometimes, he’d say very hurtful things he didn’t mean...Alfred explained to me that it was normal to feel angry, when we’re hurt. That it was ok to not always be on our best behavior. That the people who love us will understand, and do understand. That they’ll still be there if they really care. Then he left, and I went to apologize to my mom. And she was there. I also apologized to Tim, and him too, was there...”

Damian sat back down, avoiding everyone’s eyes, as he felt too overwhelmed with feelings. You threw an arm around his shoulder, and he instantly hid his face in your own shoulder, acting like a little scared kitten who’d hide under his mom. 

It melted everyone’s heart, but nobody would say anything of course. This was between Damian and Alfred. 

It was Duke’s turn, and he was a little nervous, as it was his first time : 

“Mine is...Well...It’s going to sound so silly, after Damian’s heartfelt story, but one of my best memory with you Alfred, is when I first put The Signal mantel, and immediately hurt myself that night. I came back to the bat cave early, feeling shameful I couldn’t finish my patrol. You took care of my wound, and simply reassured me. It was just...soothing. I didn’t feel bad, as you stitched me up and calmed me down. I felt at peace, for the first time since my parents went mad...I can’t quite remember what you told me, as you just talked about random things, to calm me down. And it worked. As silly as it can sound, it worked. And that’s um...That’s when I started to feel good, here. Ok. That’s all.” 

Duke sat back down too, hoping Tim would start speaking soon. Thankfully, he did. 

“The memory I chose to share today, is one that is rather recent. I was struggling with some...self-worth issues. I felt like I could never fill dad’s shoes. Or Dick’s. Or Jason’s. Or anyone’s. I felt like I was trash. Like I was wasting away. I felt anxiety eating me up, and I was too scared to talk to anyone about it. Even to you, mom. I knew you’d find the right words, but I was just too scared you’d be worried about me. I know you worry a lot. So I didn’t say anything. Alfred walked in on me having a panic attack...and he helped me fight it. Then he scolded me because I didn’t tell anyone anything, and that it was a bad habit to always take all the burden on my shoulders. He then brewed me some tea, and talked about my favorite TV show with me to take my mind off of things...” 

Tim smiled at Alfred, and sat down. You reached for him, and squeezed his hand, making him understand you too, were there. And you worried about all of them all the time anyway so, ya know.

It was Cass’ turn now. Cass always had some interactive things, because she never spoke too long. She held up some drawings she had made (with the help of Damian). It represented her at a ballet recital (to which you all went by the way, and which was amazing. Cass was a talented little star). She gave the small comics to Alfred, took a deep breath, and said : 

“Thank you for helping me work on my dance, even when you were busy. You are a good teacher. For everything, from dance to how to make a perfect loaf of bread. I love your bread. I love your dance lesson. I love eating bread after our lessons. I love you more than bread. Even the sandwiches mom make with your bread and my favorite homemade jam.” 

She then did a few ballet dance move, and sat down again, holding her knees with her arms, and breathing deeply. It was still a difficult exercice for her, to speak. And to convey her feelings through words. It was always difficult, and quite an exploit that she said that much. 

Alfred smiled at her, before turning to Jason. 

“I’ll never forget the day you yelled at Bruce because he tied me up after I stole the batmobile’s tires. How livid you were, and how you threatened him to tell everything to mom. How he instantly looked scared at the idea of her being angry, and how you made him realize he went too far. How you were there, every step of my way adapting to life in a mansion, after living in the streets. But yes, above all, I’ll never forget the day someone stood for me for the first time, when you yelled at da-Bruce. When you yelled at Bruce for me.” 

He almost said “dad”. And that alone, was making Alfred’s heart happy. It was proof there still was some hope to salvage their relationship... 

“Ok, well I’ll be quicker than everyone else. And just say : you’re the best grandfather I could ever ask for.” 

With Dick, there was only two solutions. He would either go into a lengthy reenactment of a very specific event, or throw affirmations like that that would make Alfred feel tears coming to his eyes. 

Today, Dick decided on a short and sweet version, and it fitted perfectly. 

It was now your turn : 

“Every year, I’m reminded how vital you are to this family. And every year, it is tough to chose just one memory I love about you. I always have to think, because there’s so many. But I think this year, I will choose that time I said “yes�� to Bruce after refusing his marriage proposal three times, and you screamed in happiness, through your broom across the room, and ran to hug me. It was so out of character for you, it makes me happy just to think about it. But I mean, I can understand the excitement...I was pretty content myself.” 

You smile, looking at your love, and he rolls his eyes at you, before smiling too. Of this pure smile he only shows you. And then he turns to Alfred, and tells him : 

“You made the loss of my parents bearable. Without you, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I’d probably turn...very dark.”

There was a small silence. 

Bruce’s speech was always short and to the point. 

And every time they were all done talking, Alfred would find himself with tears in his eyes. With those last few words from his son, this time didn’t escape the rule, and he found himself dabbing at the corner of his eyes. 

Damian’s next word released the emotional atmosphere as he looked at his father and said : 

“Tt, show off.” 

Everyone bursted in laughter, and this great day continued on... 

************

4 pm, interlude. 

This was Alfred’s few hours of utter peace. Everyone would leave him alone, and he could relax doing something he liked to do (usually reading or something of the sort) while not worrying about anyone. 

You’d give him space. It was very rare, for Alfred to be all alone with his thoughts, thoughts that he was forced to NOT have about his family. 

It was even rarer that he wouldn’t think about Bruce or you, or his “grandkids”. So in this day, when he knew none of them were doing anything dangerous, he took full advantage of it to relax his mind. 

In the meantime, you’d watch a film or two. 

Damian and Tim were in the process of choosing when Duke turned to Bruce, and a smirk on his face asked : 

“Soooo…I heard Alfred Day exists because you annoyed (Y/N) ? »

Bruce glares at Duke, ah he never quite likes to remember why Alfred Day exists…But before he can answer, you enter the room (you went to get some snacks for the movies) and exclaim :

“Don’t let Dick downplay how truly unsufferable he was that day ! Dick always manages to forgive his dad, and make things less worst than they are. It’s a talent really. Annoying doesn’t even cover how awful he was. He had one of those « dark days », decided he should break up with me for my own safety out of literally nowhere, yelled at baby Dick, was mean to Alfred saying he could fire him…I swear I could’ve slapped him.”

“You tried.”

“And if Alfred hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve succeeded. Anyway. Yes. You see, Bruce and I almost broke up that day because he was being really stupid, and Alfred...salvaged everything.”

“I was being stupid indeed...I almost lost...I...”

Sometimes, when he would remind himself of that day he almost went too far and truly drove you away, Bruce would feel almost like an anxiety attack coming over him. Because if he had lost you, and had continue on the path he was taking with Dick...Well he wouldn’t have had that second shot at having a family.

And it was enough of a frightening thought to be overwhelmed with anxiety.

“To be honest, I also was quite stupid. I can be stubborn too, sometimes. And there were time, at the beginning, where I wouldn’t try to be in your place...” 

You say, letting soothing fingers run through his hair, a motion you knew always relaxed him. Bruce instantly calmed down, as your kids made some disgusted faces at your closeness, and the incident was over. 

It was good, though, that Duke asked. First because it was actually pretty funny to think of the fearless Batman getting his ass kicked by his wife...but also because it was a good reminder to him of what he almost lost, and who he used to be. 

Alfred saved him. 

You saved him. 

His children saved him. 

And now, he could appreciate a relaxing movie time with all of you (minus Alfred, who was in his room, probably devouring the cake you got him (because yes, that cake was for him and him only), finally relaxed). 

The movie chosen, everyone took their usual spot on the massive couch, that Bruce had ordered specifically so that his big family could all fit on. 

At one point, both you and Bruce drifted off to sleep, in each others’ arms, and barely noticed your kids placing a blanket on you, rolling their eyes at how teeth rotting sweet you two were. 

6 pm, a walk through the park. 

Alfred loved Wayne Manor’s gardens. 

And he loved even more peacefully walk through them with his family. 

This was the time you were always reminded how massive the “backyard” was, when you’d go through acres of it. 

The kids would play soccer, baseball, football, or anything really. Alfred would often join. He was actually very athletic, and the kids would fight to have him on their team. 

You and Bruce would take part in it too, and your children would always make sure you’d be in the same team. Sure, sometimes you’d stop playing to smooch each others, like two damn teenagers...BUT, having you both on the same team would avoid triggering your crazy competitive minds. 

For some reason, whenever you had to play against each others, you’d both get very ruthless and petty, and it would often time get annoying (for real, you were forbidden to play UNO since a long time by then). 

You’d all spend some times outside, no matter the weather, enjoying a normal family outing. 

Alfred loved this time of the day. 

Because he loved the gardens, but most of all, he loved seeing his family being happy and together... 

9:30 pm, the dinner. 

Dinner was entirely prepared by you, and Alfred only had to come at the table and wait. 

By then, you had a perfect system that made it so the meal was prepped efficiently. It was Alfred’s favorite, of course. 

The table would be filled with all his favorite meals, prepared mainly by Bruce with you guys’ help. 

Your kids would pretend to be waiter in a fancy restaurant, and exaggerate everything, which was very funny. 

And you’d all share a meal, something that was quite rare, in this day and age. 

In fact, you were pretty sure that your entire family being reunited for a dinner happened max three times a year. For the holiday season, for Alfred Day, and for Batman day (you just thought it was funny to celebrate it). 

This was just a time to catch up, and to be together. 

Alfred would ask countless questions to everyone, and everyone would be polite and listen. It’d just be so nice, and relaxing... 

11:30 pm, almost the end. 

The day would end in the batcave, with everyone enjoying each others’ presence for a few more minute before you’d go back to a “normal” life. 

You’d talk about your favorite moment of the day, and how you always really liked “Alfred day”. 

And then it’d be over. Alfred would retake his butler position, and the Batman would prowl the streets of Gotham once more. 

You’d be their home support again, working the computer often, and you-

Ah. Yes. But not yet. 

There were still a few minutes. And it sounded like the perfect time for you to finally talk about a certain news...

You see, Alfred was the one you went to to vent. You loved your family with all your heart... But anyone knowing them just à little bit knew they could be à handful. And Alfred, he was always there. 

So it just seemed fitted for you, that you’d announce this news on that day. While everyone was around, and celebrating Alfred’s existence. 

Because what you were about to say, was one of Alfred’s dearest hope...

12:28 pm, 2 minutes before the end. 

You waited the very last minute, because you thought the effect would be even better. 

And as your husband and kids were ready to leave, you said : 

“Oh wait, I have one last thing to say on this very special day !” 

They all stopped, and turned around, looking at you. You smiled. Nervous, but happy. You knew that you and Bruce wanted this anyway, so it would be fine. And you knew your kids...your kids would be happy. For sure. 

But Alfred. Alfred would be over the moon. And so, without further ado, you said : 

“I’m pregnant !”

Bruce’s eyes went wide, and his mouth opened dumbly. He froze on the spot, before smiling widely and starting to laugh stupidly. His first reaction was to go to Alfred, which you were expecting. 

Your children all reacted at the same time, rushing you like a wave of noise and excited screams and...pfiouh they could be overwhelming. 

Alfred was indeed over the moon. 

And he was the one calming your children, tearing them off of you so he could hug you, and give you some space, too. 

Because that’s what Alfred did. Take care of you. Of his family. 

And Alfred day, this year, ended with him looking at you and Bruce hugging tightly, overjoyed by the news of a future new little addition to the family. 

Up until next year, and this future baby’s first Alfred day...

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Annnnd it’s 9:12 am, kept my promise to post something “today” haha. Probably not the best time to post. Buuuut...well, another sleepless night (or early morning, all about perspective really haha) of writing. I’m definitely back :). I hope you liked this story, I’m a little nervous after being gone for so long, I feel like I don’t know how to write anymore, and this is all very...mmmmbadhgezhe. I still do hope you liked it a little bit. 

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3. 

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Light Of My Life Jason Todd x Reader

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Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is a really powerful superhero from the avengers and is well known and she met Jason when she was hopping on rooftops in Gotham (for fun idk haha) and the reader feels lonely and they bond over that with Jason and they start dating and when Jason’s brothers find out they’re dating (a few months later) they freak out and say things like “YOURE DATING THEM?! How did this happen?!” Thank you!”

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Ok so I took this as a new avenger I hope that’s okay :). It’s mostly selfish that I wanted to write my own badass hero for Jason to simp for... can you blame me? She’s basically a heroin Livewire for those of you that watched Supergirl. Also you really set me up for a long fic so strap in anon, you did this to yourself by giving me an amazing request! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

“You’re kidding right. Gotham? Mr. Seclusive Bat Brat’s turf? Not a chance in hell.” you groaned hearing your newest mission. “Sorry Y/H/N you’re headed to nut-case capital” your comm buzzed back and you rolled your eyes. At least it was a short trip right? Confirm with Dr. Strange exactly the newest magical item you needed to look for, find it, and get out. Maybe zap a couple villains for shits n giggles. Grabbing your motorcycle you headed out, praying for a short trip. 

Arriving at your hotel you began to set up, having powers meant no bulky suit which was nice but Strange had set you up with about a million photos, books, and what looked like scrolls about a stupid helmet. Apparently all the helmet did was let the wearer float and see in the damn dark, half of the avengers could do that shit already. But when THE Dr. Strange makes a request of the Avengers, they comply. 

You’d heard about a drug leader with an eye for shiny objects, and you decided to start there hoping you could really give him a show. Waiting for night to fall you headed out, appreciating the constantly terrible weather in Gotham, lightning cracked in the sky exhilarating you, taking it as a sign from your gods that they liked this mission you felt the electricity run through your veins as you sped towards the ring a friend of yours had tipped you off about. Propping your bike up on the side of the building you felt the electricity dancing through the wires of the building and you zapped into them, travelling in to the main room.

Jason just about pissed his pants. He watched this hot motorcycle chick park her (sexy ass) bike outside the drug ring he was busting that night and right when he was about to put on some Red Hood Charm™ he watched her turn into a giant spart and shoot into the building through the camera system. Realizing she was going to do his job for her he decided to watch from above, trying to figure out who the mystery meta was. As he sat perched on the top of the building he couldn’t help but hope it was Y/H/N, one of the most prominent new Avengers but what was she doing in Gotham? Regardless he sat, ready for the lightshow.

What you saw inside the building was horrific. Disgusting men were throwing cash around to take home young, terrified girls. Disregarding the mission at hand you flashed into the middle of the “show”. Immediately guns were out but that had never stopped you. Dissapaiting into one of the lights you enjoyed how some of the men shrieked at your powers. “Shit dog I think it’s Y/H/N but what’s she doin in Gotham?” never able to pass an opportunity to boast you appeared behind the group smirking “hey boys. Don’t there girls look a little young for you? That said, you should let them go or I’ll get angry. And you’d be shocked with how angry I can get - literally.” you held up a hand letting sparks dance in you palm. What you didn’t expect was to see a blundering idiot in a red mask crash through the ceiling. 

Before you could light him up he called “uh hey! It’s Y/H/N right? Big fan. Red Hood pleasure to meet you. See, this is usually my territory, drugs and all, but I’d be happy to share with a lovely lady like you so-” you scoffed. “Shut up BatBrat I don’t intend on swinging minor league with you tonight, I just want these girls out of here and to talk with you” you gestured to the drug lord, annoyed this Red Batman or whatever his name is was getting in your way. “Minor leagues huh? Princess if you think this is any type of game you’re wrong, we don’t play by the rules here.” and he pulled out two guns and began firing. This shocked you. You thought the bats held the same standards as the majority of the Avengers, no killing. This clearly went down the drain as you watched him blow the brains out of the majority of the drug dealers. 

Deciding this wasn’t the night for you to successfully capture the man you needed, especially because Stark would kill you if you got in a fight with another vigilante on an away mission. While Red Mask went hand to hand with the guards you helped the girls escape, shooing them towards the exit and making them promise to be safer. After securing the public’s safety you took a moment to watch Red Armour fight. He was trained you had to admit, he ducked and punched like he’d been doing in for years, he was refined in skill but reckless and practice, it was fascinating. “You gonna help or is that not in the Avenger’s handbook?” you smirked as he got pinned by a couple guards. As he was preoccupied you zapped to the drug lord, shocking him enough to put him down long enough to move him. Forming an electric rope around his limbs you began dragging him out. “Sorry RedBat I got what I came for, you make a good side kick though” with a wink you walked out, not before hearing him shout “ITS RED HOOD SPARKY” 

In one of the Avenger’s safe houses you’d tied up your captive. “This is super easy buddy, all I need to know is where to find the Helmet of Razadazar” what a stupid fucking name, it doesn’t even sound cool. Knowing he’d feign innocence you prepared yourself for light, pleasure for you, not so much for him...

“You’re. Lying. Todd.” Tim’s fingers flew across the BatComputer. “Y/H/N in Gotham? EPIC!” Jason rolled his eyes. “Drake she definitely wasn’t all that amazing, plus she gave the impression she wasn’t long for Gotham so it’s probably nothing. Newbie training for the A list.” Tim sighed, Jason was probably right, the Avengers left Gotham to Batman, no one wanted a piece of it. “Alright, but you gotta tell me everything, I think she shorted all the camera footage so you better use all the detail.” Jason agreed, secretly excited to recount his experience, maybe fangirl a little. All he knew was that he was going to find you, the only game he wanted to play was chasing you.

After taking a short lecture from Captain A about aggressive torture techniques and why they should be AVOIDED you had gotten your answer. Apparently an underground auction with other-worldly treasures was the place to be. At least Gotham’s wealthy were making everything easy for you tonight. 

Jason adjusted his bowtie as he waited to enter the auction. Attending as Bruce Wayne was easy, he did owe Damian a barn now, but it was a worthy pay off for Damian to endure some father-son time as a cover up while Jason played billionaire. Finding an excuse to go other than finding Y/H/N wasn’t hard either, and now here he was, hoping you’d stand out. Let’s just say fate helped a little.

Sitting at a table with your fake identity as Ms. Stark was equally as easy. Excited to be meeting Mr. Wayne the Gothamite who was seated next to you. As he sat down he looked younger than the paparazzi pictures showed. You stuck out a hand to shake and he took it gently, kissing it, to your surprise. He looked at your smirking, “looking lovely tonight Sparky” you’re jaw dropped. Mr. Wayne I had no idea Red Cap was your speed” you whispered, shocked, but slightly comforted to know you had your sidekick here.”It’s. Red. Hood. And just as you Ms. Stark, this identity is not my own.” it made sense, but it was still impressive. 

Having exchanged pleasantries with the table the auction began. Item after item went, you and Hood slid in low bets to seem interested, but you wondered why he had came. Then the helmet was up. You sucked in a breath knowing the plan was to win the bid then snatch the helmet. You bid politely against someone at table 37 until it was yours. “Going once” “Going twi-” the auctioneer stopped as Mr. Wayne raised his paddle, tripling your bet. The auctioneer looked shocked at the amount, not letting you bid again before he shouted “SOLD to the sir at table 14!” For the second time that night your jaw dropped. “I need that helmet!” you whisper yelled. “That old thing? Sure princess. You just have to get dinner with me tomorrow” you realized he just spent millions and millions of dollars just to win your time. “Deal” you hissed. 

Jason decided not to tell his brothers about his date. Feeling like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity he wasn’t ruining it. After hiding the helmet in the BatCave he was waiting for you at a candle lit table for two. When you walked in he knew it was love at first sight. Sitting down across from him you smirked. “You clean up nice..” he finished for you “Todd. Jason Todd.” taken aback you’d heard about him, the kid that lived, part of the Wayne family. “Well if we’re going real names Mr. Todd what do I have to lose, y/n l/n” you smiled, drinking in his appearance. He was dashing you had to admit, confident and laidback it was alluring. “Beautiful name to fit a gorgeous girl” he winked, to your shock, making you blush. 

The two of you spent the night throwing snide comments, compliments, and flirtation between you. Something about Jason just clicked, it felt right. After hours at the table you and Jason went for a walk around Gotham while he showed you his most memorable spots. Somehow the two of you wound up on the top of a skyscraper staring at the stars. Finally having a person who understood the burden of heroism but wasn’t judging you for being new was refreshing. Only knowing each other for hours it felt like it had been years, confiding in each other about some of your deepest secrets. Jason was amazed with your powers, but you explained that they were hard to control, bottling electricity up in anything was difficult, batteries rotted, lightbulbs broke, and sometimes it felt like you were no different. He watched as you showed him how sparks danced across you skin and though he didn’t tell you, they’d been sizzling around you since dinner, an aura vibrating around you as you laughed, cried, and smiled with him.

“So Lightning McQueen, what do the sparks do when you’re happy?” you grimaced at another of his nicknames and explained how they crackle and pop sometimes taking on certain weather-like patterns. “Huh, well let’s see some lightning then” Jason grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest, using the other hand to lift your eyes to meet his as he leaned in. You sped up the process, hands wrapping around his neck, crashing his lips on yours. He was right, lightning struck across the sky as sparks danced between the two of you. Pulling away he grinned as he breathlessly looked at you. “Beautiful” You pulled him in for more, deciding maybe Gotham wasn’t so bad if he was here. 

“Why does Y/H/N always get the Gotham missions?” Peter Parker groaned. “Well seeing as she practically lives there it’s easy” the rest of the gang retorted as you blushed. “I guess I just really like the weather” you grinned while everyone rolled their eyes knowing the reason Gotham was having more lightning than ever was no coincidence. 

“Honey I’m homeeeeee” you squealed as you zapped into your kitchen. Jason had learned not to be alarmed when you appeared out of thin air and he opened his arms as you fell into his embrace. “Hello to my favorite double A” he grinned when you gave him a zap, he knew you loved all his nicknames. He pulled you out of his embrace looking you dead in the eyes. “Sparky it’s time you meet my family, you know Tim is going to kill me for hiding you” You were so excited, timing never aligned or one of you was injured or not on Earth but finally, it was time to meet the family. 

You’d snuck into the manor before, but everytime it seemed to get bigger. Jason squeezed your hand warning you about how annoying his family was. As you entered you took in everything. The cutest little boy was chasing a grown man with a sword, a teenage boy sat on a kitchen cupboard shotgunning an energy drink, all while a nice elderly man chopped carrots calmly in the kitchen. Breaking the silence you began to name each boy “Uh hi guys! I’m y/n you probably know me as Y/H/N but I’m so excited to be here! I’m guessing Damian, Dick, Tim, and the wonderful Alfred!” all the boys froze. Alfred smiled and continued chopping.  “Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Tim jumped off the cupboard wide eyed staring at you. “Todd how do you know her?” Dick looked at you, shocked to see an Avenger not in costume next to his brother. 

“Actually guys I’ve known Y/N for a while, remember Tim that night? We’ve kept in touch since and I’m lucky enough to be her boyfriend!” Jason kissed you on the cheek and immediately Tim passed out. As Dick poured water on the teen Damian walked up to you and you bent down to look him eye to eye. “Prove you’re Y/H/N because I don’t believe Todd could pull a famous hero like Y/H/N” Jason started “No y/n it’s fine” but you wanted to make a good impression so you zapped into the light fixture, counted to 5, then appeared on the cupboard Tim had been on, only to zap back nex tot Jason. “TT I’m impressed Todd. Y/n let me say I’m impressed with your recent activity with the Avengers. I know what it is like to be surrounded by older, entitled idiots.” Damian stuck out a tiny hand and you shook it, making sure to give him a little shock. 

Having woken up Tim began rapid fire questions. “So Todd lied you’re here? And you like him? Can I just say you’re so cool. Would you let me run some tests on your powers? What’s the biggest lightshow you’ve done? What is spiderman like? I feel like I’m quicker than him but I don’t know. Do you love Jason?” you tried to take in all the questions. “Yes I’m here, yes, thank you, sure I guess, biggest was cracking a small moon in half - don’t asl I was mad, spidey is cool kind of a dweeb but, he’s pretty quick but I haven’t seen you, and yes I do love Jason” you took a deep breath. Jason smiled at you, glad you could keep up with Tim’s q & a. Suddenly Tim grabbed Dick’s arm and started running to the BatCave, “okay y/n I’m gonna go set up some tests come down in a minute. Todd you lucky asshole you bring her down in five okay?” before you could reply he was gone. 

Taking a deep breath Jason wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so glad you can deal with them, but if Drake gets really bad knock him out cold” you chuckled, knowing that dealing with the Wayne’s was more difficult for Jason than it was for you. “Anything for you babe” you grinned. “Always the light of my life y/n” you rolled your eyes knowing the jokes would never stop, one of the many reasons you loved Red Hood with all your heart. 

haha I never do A/N but do y’all get the pun in the title hehehehe wow I need to go to bed. Also check out the pun in my masterlist lolz. Now, dear reader, that you read this post we have an inside joke together hehe... love you! xoxo

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Dickjay idea: Dick realizes that Damian has been breastfeeding from Jason. Cue him trying to Court Jason to get some milk

Dick's well aware that he has a touch or three of seperation anxiety. In his defence, the worst things always happen when he's not there, when he's so far away that he'll always arrive just too late to intervene.

So when he can't find Damian for the third Wednesday in a row...

Maybe, he goes overboard. Dick maintains his reaction is perfectly rational, but, well. He was raised by Bruce.

He doesn't say anything to Damian. If Dami's in trouble, or if there's something ... forcing him, then Dick doesn't want to spook it. The Bats' best weapon has always been the element of surprise and Dick's been doing this for too damn long to give it up just to pull Dami to him and reassure himself that Damian is whole and healthy.

He stays the next Tuesday night at the Manor, says that he's got the next day off and doesn't want to drive all the way home. The next morning he sneaks nanotrackers into Damian's juice and refuses to feel guilty for it. There's a tenseness to Damian's body language, Dick can't tell if he's scared or anticipatory, and all it does is allows Dick's smile to appear natural when he ruffles Dami's hair and wishes him a good day at school.

Damian's Wednesdays are like every other school day, as far as Dick's aware of his schedule. He goes to school, comes home, does his homework, walks Titus, has dinner, and takes a cat nap until patrol. That's not what Dick is worried about.

What he's worried about comes after patrol. Damian exchanges a couple of guestures with Bruce - Dick is deliberately too far way from them for him to be on their radar, which has the unfortunate side effect of being too far away to hear them - and peels away from Bruce's side.

Dick's hands curl into fists and he's vaguely aware of the sound of the leather stretching across his knuckles. He wants to scream at Bruce - how can you let him go? How are you not worried about this too? Are you really that bad of a...

He and Bruce have fought too much over how Damian's raised. He dismisses Bruce as a potential ally, waits for Damian to get far enough away that he won't notice Dick tailing him, and takes off after his baby brother.

--

The tracker says that Damian's inside a random apartment in a block in mid-downtown Gotham. Not a bad neighbourhood but not a good one either. Strictly lower-middle class area. Heat vision says that there's two people in there; one big enough to be Damian, the other big enough to be a threat.

What has Dick's heart in his throat is that the two signatures are curled up together.

He darts across the rooftops, moves as quickly and silently as possible. If someone's hurting Damian, Dick needs the element of surprise so that he can try and get Dami away from them quick enough that he isn't hurt further.

He drops onto the fire escape with silent feet, gives a brief thanks to whatever stupidity has possessed Robin's kidnapper that they're close to a window. He sneaks up to the window, flicking through filters to check to see if it's trapped, checking for electricity or wires or--

His whole body stutters and he nearly trips over his own feet. It takes a long, long second for him to consciously realise what he'd glimpsed as he'd glanced across the window.

The window is a bedroom window. Damian's curled up in the arms of.

Of Jason.

And Jason is shirtless and has Damian cradled close and Dick can see that Damian has his mouth latched onto Jason's chest and there's enough referred light from the street lights and traffic lights and advertisements that when Damian draws back, Dick can see the glint of liquid on Jason's nipple.

Of milk.

Dick's gonna get his mouth on those tits if it's the last thing he does.

#IT'S THE YEAR OF THE COW GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS WE'RE LAC KINKING ON MAIN #jaydick #lac kink #omega Jason Todd #alpha Dick Grayson #dae writes #dc #batman #Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #Damian Wayne #Omegaverse #they're in the room that opens onto the fire escape bc Bruce follow Dami the first night and burst in #and as a compromise they stay in a room where B could peek in on them if he needed #growing pups need milk to get big and strong #Dick: I'm still growing!! #lactation kink