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Request: Drabble in which Jake looks through some old stuff and finds a rather odd yet captivating item: a red tunic with a green scaly leotard, a black-yellow on its right side, a black domino mask, green gloves and finally green pixie boots. he decides to try the suit on

I want to apologize for how long this took! I’ve been so busy with school, and I made this way longer and convoluted than necessary. It’s definitely not a drabble anymore, and I added a lot of sibling banter, lol, I can’t resist. This was so much fun to make, I had so many ideas. Thank you so much for being patient, and I hope you enjoy!

I decided to deviate from my universe, while keeping some old things. Mar’i and Jake are still twins, and Mar’i can turn invisible.

"Go away, Jaki! This is my hiding spot!" Mar'i whispered-hissed at her brother. She glared at him through a jungle of coats and umbrellas in the armoire, her mouth in a tight frown.

"Oh, come on, Mar'i!" Jake cried. With a flair for the dramatic, he threw his hands up in the air. Of course, his annoying sister would take his favorite, top-secret hiding spot!

"Shhh!" she snapped, finger to her lips. Pink eyes flashed brightly at him. "Would you be quiet? Do you want Dad to find us?"

He pursed his lips and looked down the hall. Pretty soon, his dad would be done counting and be searching for them. Still, a great wrong had been committed in the eyes of Jake. "You took my hiding spot! Get out!" he seethed, just a decibel lower.

"Nuh-uh, it's not your hiding spot!" Mar'i shot back. "You don't own it!"

Jake smirked cockily and pointed a finger past her. "Uh, yeah, Mar'i, I do."

A deep, unamused frown settled on Mar'i's face as she noticed— in bright cerulean blue crayon— the word "Jake" hastily scribbled on the panel. "That means nothing! You don't own everything you put your name on."

He silently raged. "How am I not surprised a heathen like you-"

"-Heathen?! I watched you squirt an entire can of Easy Cheese in your mouth!"

"That was a long time ago. I’m a different man now."

"It was last week!"

"As I said, a long time ago," he retorted drolly. "Anyway, as I was saying— only heathens don't respect the sacred rules of hide-and-seek!"

"You're so ridiculous," she sighed, exhausted. "You act like I broke the law."

"Well, you might as well have. I'm hurt, Mar'i, really I am. I never thought you'd betray me like this. My own flesh and blood— my wombmate--"

"Ew, don't call me that!"

He clasped his hands together. "I think the only way to solve this and mend our broken relationship is for you to leave and find a new hiding spot."

Mar'i stared blankly at him. Jake was her favorite person in the entire universe, but there were times where she wanted to slap him. "I'm not leaving, Jaki."

"By the love of X'hal, you can turn invisible!" he argued.

"So? Dad's using heat-sensing goggles this time."

"Mar'i!"

"Hey, babe," their father's voice filtered in from downstairs. They stilled, eyes wide and locked on each other.

"Hello, my love. Are you looking for something?" they heard their mother ask him.

"Oh you know, just for two half-human, half-alien eight-year-olds? Have you seen them? They're like yay-high, black hair with orange skin? Got glowing green eyes?"

"Oh," Kory chuckled. "I think I know the two. Say, are they dangerous?"

"Very. The little rascals will eat all your cereal and blame it on an innocent larva."

"My, they sound like quite the dastardly duo," she mused. "I believe I saw them go upstairs. Please, proceed with caution."

Dick let out a laugh. "Don't worry, babe. I think I'm well-equipped to handle them; Batman raised me after all."

Mar'i snapped back her attention to Jake, panicked. "Go away, Jaki!" she nearly growled.

"But-" he tried to argue, but her hand shot out and closed the armoire door, effectively ending their discussion.

Frantic, Jake looked around for a new hiding spot. Under his bed? No, there was a monster. Behind the house plants? Nope, too obvious. In the air vent? Nah, he'd get stuck again. Finally, his eyes found the inconspicuous attic door.

He was like 90% sure it was haunted. Uncle Jay showed him and Mar'i a horror movie once, and he learned that attics were prime real estate for ghosts and couldn't be trusted.

But...

It would probably be a great hiding spot. His dad wouldn't expect it.

The creaking of the stairs interrupted his thoughts and effectively ended his inner turmoil. He dashed to the attic door and braved the darkroom.

"Oh wow," he said, looking around. The room was cramped, littered with boxes and other knickknacks. Moonlight filtered in through the port window. "Okay, ghosts, listen. I don't mean to trespass or anything. I just need a place to hide from my dad, alright? So no possessing me, okay? I'll only be here for a couple of minutes."

Slowly, he made his way through the clutter, hoping to find a nice nook to squeeze in. A thick layer of dust coated everything in the room, and it was not long before he started hacking. It was then that his left foot hit a meddlesome snag in the carpet, causing him to plummet down on a pile of boxes.

He let out a rather undignified squeak when his knee slammed into the ground. A flurry of Tamaranean curse words left his mouth; thank heavens, his mom was not around to hear him. "Stupid ghosts!" Jake spat. The crash was loud. His dad knew where he was now. "And stupid Mar'i for making me hide in this stupid, haunted attic!"

He went to glare at the confounding boxes, but he halted when he saw something interesting. His ire vanished, his head cocked slightly. He pulled himself up from the ground and went to analyze the contents of the fallen box closer, his hand alit with a low-energy starbolt.

Inside the unsuspecting box was a brightly colored uniform. Jake's eyes widened the size of saucers. Could this be? There was no way. But sure enough, he found the iconic scaly leotard and black domino mask. Yep, this was his father's old Robin uniform.

He stared at the red tunic with the utmost reverence; his thumb traced the R. Jake was so absorbed in the costume he failed to notice his sister hovering over him.

"Whatcha got there, Jaki?" she asked curiously, face inches from his.

He let out a squeal and jumped several feet in the air. He snarled, eyes ablaze in a blue fury. "Mar'i! Don't do that!"

She snickered, an eyebrow raised. "It's not my fault you're not observant."

"I was in stealth mode," he said defensively. He crossed his arms. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be hiding in my hiding spot?"

She shrugged. "Dad found me pretty quick, so I decided to come to bother you."

Jake was surprised. "Wait, do you mean he didn't hear me fall?"

"Nah, I told him you were being a cheater and hiding outside. Thankfully, you decided to be a klutz after he left," she informed him. She frowned when she noticed the betrayed look on his face. "What? I thought you'd be happy I saved you!"

"I think it's funny you pick and choose when to be a loyal sister."

She smiled. "Gotta keep you on your toes, Jaki. Now, what's that?"

Jake followed her pointed look at the costume. He showed her excitedly. "I think it's Dad's old Robin costume!"

Green eyes rounded. "What? No way!"

"Yes, way!" he dazzled. "Look at the insignia!"

"Whoa," she breathed. She fingered the black-yellow cape gingerly. Her head snapped up. "Come on, put it on!"

"W-what?" He gave her a bemused look.

"I know you want to," she said wryly. She held up the tunic and pushed it towards her brother. "I bet you'd look just like dad."

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off. Honestly, he did not need much convincing. Jake had seen pictures of his dad in his early crimefighting days, but a thought stopped him. "I don't know, Mar'i..."

"Why not?"

"Well, Damian's Robin."

"And?"

"And I don't want to-- I don't know. I guess I don't want to send the wrong message," Jake answered. He sighed somberly. "Besides, it's not like I could ever be Robin anyway. I'm weird."

"What the heck?" Mar'i spluttered. "You think you can't be Robin because you have powers?"

"Robins don't have powers, Mar'i," he said, dejected. "They don't fly or shoot starbolts."

She snorted. She scooted closer to her twin, looking at him intently. "And? Anyone with a brave heart can be Robin, and as I can see, you have one."

"But-"

"No buts, Jaki," she cut him off. Mar'i was not going to allow her brother to put himself down. "I like you just the way you are. I think shooting starbolts and flying is super neat!"

"You're biased," he chuckled. Mar'i's words instantly made him feel better, though.

Her mouth blossomed into a silly grin. "Well, yeah, duh. I know if I'm awesome, you have to be. Now, put it on!"

"Okay, but turn around. I need privacy!"

"Yay!" she piped before spinning around. Her arms and legs tingled with excitement.

"Okay, I think I'm ready now," he told her, a bit apprehensive.

Mar'i whipped around, nearly knocking Jake down in the process. She almost burst out in awe when she saw him there, proudly donning their father's uniform. "Wow, Jaki! It looks so good on you!"

He flushed. His eyes, now concealed by a domino mask, peeked down at his body. It had been a bit awkward in some places; Jake did not care for his legs being so exposed, but otherwise, it fit like a glove. "Really?" he asked, swooshing his cape back and forth.

Her head bobbed up and down. "You look just like Dad when he was young!"

"What do you mean by that, Mar'i? I'm still young!"

Jake and Mar'i were startled by the voice. They spun around in the direction of the attic door and spotted their dad: the first-ever Boy Wonder and best pancake-maker-this-side-of-the-galaxy-- Dick Grayson.

"Dad!" the siblings exclaimed in perfect unison.

Dick chuckled. "And what are you two glowsticks doing in the attic? I thought we were playing hide and-"

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Jake. His eyes widened as they absorbed, his mouth agape.

Jake panicked, and shame surged through him. "I'm sorry, Dad!" he said hastily. "I-I was just hiding upstairs a-and I fell a-and I found your old costume!"

"Jake-"

"A-and I knew I shouldn't have, b-but Mar'i said I should-"

Jake paused when he felt his father's hand on his shoulders. He looked up and met his father's loving gaze. "Jake, calm down," Dick comforted. "It's okay."

Jake swallowed. "You're not mad?"

"No, of course not, son," he responded, genuine.

"Doesn't he look cool, Dad?" Mar'i piped up, a goofy grin on her face.

Dick smiled tenderly and moved his hand to caress Jake's face. He could not have predicted what seeing his son wear his old Robin uniform would do to him. His heart soared with love and pride.

"Yes, Mar'i, he looks pretty cool," he agreed.

Jake beamed and matched his sister's goofy grin. He thought his dad would be mad at him, but thankfully, he was the furthest from mad.

"But don't think this means you can go out crimefighting," Dick added quickly.

"Aww, Dad!" Jake whined.

Dick wagged his finger at him. "Don't 'aww, Dad' me! You may have the look, but you're not old enough."

Jake pouted. "I'm not a baby anymore, Dad!"

"Aww, but you're still my baby.” He gave Jake a quick kiss to the temple. “Now, come on, you two. Mom made dinner, and I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees you."

"Did she burn the food again?" Mar'i grimaced. She loved her mother dearly, but she was not the most adept in the kitchen.

"Yeah, I don't know if I can eat burnt lasagna again, Dad."

"Now, now, glowsticks. Mom spent all day working on this meal!" Dick assured them. He escorted them out of the attic. "It's a dish from Tamaran. I'm sure it'll be wonderful."

Mar'i whispered to her brother, "I like when Mom cooks. We always get McDonald's afterward."

"Or food poisoning."

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wordsfromthesol · 3 years

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Avengers or Justice League (2/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial @anousiemay Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Word Count: 1.2k

Part One

You woke up several hours later, still in the passenger seat. It had definitely been longer than 2 hours. How were you not in New York yet…Before you could ask, Jason spoke up.

"So…welcome back. It's been a while. A lot has changed."

"I can see that. What happened?"

"Well I met the spider thing. Very helpful, definitely a child. But he said Bats was about 3 hours north of here. In a small town called Croatoa."

"Seriously?"

"I couldn't believe it either. Couldn't even find it on a map…but the kid gave me directions. Should be there in…now." Jason commented as he turned onto a dirt road. You had a feeling this wasn't going to end well.

You had been in this weird town for a few hours. All you had done was sit on the roof of the hotel and listen. The conversations…something was just off. You couldn't put your finger on exactly what. You were so zoned out that you didn't even hear Jason come up behind you.

"Something is off here. Right?" His voice broke your trance.

"Definitely." You nodded, reassuring him that he wasn't crazy.

"There's no crime here. At all. In the last 10 years. Not even a speeding ticket."

"Well the town is all dirt roads…" The comment was meant to put your minds at rest. It didn't. "Should we even be staying here? Crime does tend to follow us." Jason's bellowing laugh cut through the tension.

"I've already got us another room. About an hour away. It was the closest town to here." You moved to get up but stopped when you noticed Jason wasn't following you.

"Is there something else?" A look of concern graced your features.

"Why am I here? Good ole Bruce doesn't need me. Never has. I don't fit into the mold of his superhero gang. I shouldn't even be alive. Who thought I was worth saving?" It was as if someone dosed him with a truth serum. All the insecurities he felt began to pour out.

"Honestly…I have no idea why you were saved. Then again, why was I? Why didn’t that blast kill me? Why did Tony create something to save me? And why did Bruce teach me how to control the catastrophic energy inside of me?" Now you couldn't stop. There was something about this place. "We need to leave." You were barely able to muster up the words.

You still weren't sure how the two of you made it out of town, but as soon as you did it was like a switch flipped.

"By the way, Bruce's way of doing things…it's not always right. You don't need to fit into his mold." Even though the effects wore off, you still remembered everything Jason had said. Everything you had said. Those fears and uncertainties, you don't think you'd ever actually said them aloud. You could tell Jason hadn't either.

"Do you think he's there?"

"It's a pretty small town, I would've heard him…unless there was some underground bunker…" You turned towards Jason, realizing that that was an actual possibility. The rest of the drive was ridden in silence. Neither of you wanted to talk about the things that were said.

You had no idea where Jason went, but it had been hours. The two of you had to come up with a plan. It didn't take long for you to find him in an alleyway wailing on some drug dealer.

"Hey, Hood." You casually walked up next to him, leaning against the adjacent brick wall. He sent one final punch towards the dealer before turning towards you. "Don't you think we have more important matters?" Jason just stared at you, confused. You scoffed and starting walking back to the hotel, as you reached the end of the alley you called out, "If you want a lecture we'll have to find your dear ole dad."

You weren't surprised to hear Jason's footsteps quickly behind you. "Well do you know where to begin?"

"Kinda…I was thinking. And the power to affect people's minds like that has to be constantly going. Especially since it affected us."

"Yeah but that could be anything. A sound, emitting something into the air, even widescale mind control." You let out a defeated sigh as Jason continued. "I can call Miss Martian. If it's the latter."

"Alright, get her on standby. I'm going to call Tony. Maybe he has something we could use if it's a sound or air thing." You stopped dead in your tracks and turned towards Jason. "I just don't get why they would have Bruce. I get that he is inherently violent…but he still helps people. And they wouldn't need him if there was no crime…"

"I…" Jason started walking again, not wanting to think about the answer. "I'll get Tim on it. Just don't go back there until we know more."

Your eyes widened, "Yeah no, of course not."

Once you were sure Jason was asleep, you flew just outside the town limits and began circling the town. There had to be something you missed. It took almost 30 minutes for you to notice the sound. You stopped, hovering about 30 feet in the air, as you focused in on the noise. The next thing you knew you were plummeting to the ground, yet you couldn't stop yourself. It seemed as if Jason was at your side as soon as you hit the ground.

"Y/N! Are you kidding me?!"

Your eyes fluttered open to examine the damage around you. "I thought you were asleep."

"And I called bullshit the moment you said you wouldn't come back here." You didn't protest as he scooped you up and gently placed you in the car.

"It's sound." You mumbled as you fought off the headache.

"Guess I'll have to talk to the tin can again." He rolled his eyes, but his expression softened as he watched your face contort in pain. "You okay?"

"Just karma for not listening to the all mighty Jason Todd."

A week had passed and it seemed the mission grew stagnant. Tony had developed a device that blocked the sound, which you had already tested, but there were still too many unknowns. Every meeting consisted of hypothesizing different situations and possibilities that could be encountered once everyone was inside.

"Enough already!" You shouted at the arguing heroes. "We could do this for months. It's pointless. We need to go now. Batman may not even be there anymore."

"Oh, uh…he is." Spiderman chimed in.

You furrowed your brow, "How do you know that?"

"I put a tracker on him. It's still there…" As the whole room burst out in laughter, Spiderman just looked around, confused. "What?!" His voice broke through.

"Oh…sweetheart." You began as you regained your composure. "There are three reasons that tracker works. One, he was brainwashed and actually didn't know it was there. Two, he put the tracker on something useless to send you on a wild goose chase. And three, he put the tracker somewhere he wanted you to go."

"Considering the creepy town, I'd rule out the second one." Dick chimed in.

"So do we just split up and find the entrance to the tunnels?" You could tell that Tim was ready to get this mission over, so you started doling out responsibilities.

"Tony starts at the north end, Nightwing and Robin at the east, Red Robin and Spiderman, the west. Red Hood and I will start at the south. We can't go in costume though. It will be too obvious."

"So we must reveal our identities to these inane people?" Damian was not happy with the situation, especially having to work with members of the Avengers.

"Just don’t say your name? We're trying to find Batman, this is more important than your secret identity."

You prayed that the sonic dampeners Tony developed would hold for the duration of the mission. You had no idea how long this would take. This situation seemed much more involved than some low level, one-off criminal. It was a demonstration, a practice round.

The town was small enough, so one of the groups had to stumble upon this entrance. The only tricky part was not drawing attention to yourselves. Seven strangers come to town at once…you were hoping whatever brainwashing protocol overlooked this fact. And you were right. No one gave you and Jason a second glance as the two of you strolled down the street. It had been almost an hour before you stumbled upon a potential entrance. As discreetly as possible, you opened the hatch and lowered yourself through the hole.

"So which way do we go?" Jason commented as he followed in suit.

"Left?" You figured you had a 50/50 shot, so you went with your gut. After all, if you went right, you wouldn't be in town for too much longer. "You should probably call the others. Have them rendezvous here, in case we run into trouble."

"Trouble from who? The townies?" You shrugged off his condescending tone. The two of you had been walking for a few minutes when you started to hear footsteps. People were running towards you.

"Uh, Jason…we need to move." Jason didn't bother to argue, as the urgency was pasted over your face. The two of you raced down the corridor until you saw something. "STOP! There's a room. There." You pointed towards the concrete block to your right.

"And does this room have a door?" You could tell by his tone, Jason wasn't afraid to make one. Your eyes scanned around the area until you found it. Not bothering to answer his question, you rushed towards the opening.

"And it's locked."

"Not for long," Jason smirked as knelt down to work on the lock. It was opened in seconds. Your eyes searched around the room in awe. There was video and audio of the entire city. Even inside people's homes.

"How do we --" Your question was interrupted by a loud banging against the door. "Just subdue, don't maim or murder." The comment was a reminder to both yourself and Jason. These were innocent unsuspecting townspeople, not criminals.

"Didn't need to be said!" You shoot a glare his way, to which he responds with a shrug of the shoulders. Just as the two of you braced for a fight, the banging stopped. Seconds later, Tim swung open the door.

"In a bit of a bind?"

"Does it look like we know how to operate this?" You pointed towards the various machines behind you. Tim nodded and got to work.

"So, no evil mastermind or Batman." You had convinced Jason to come back to the hotel with you and let the rest of them deal with the groggy and confused townspeople.

"Guess not."

"There's probably going to be more towns like this. You'll have to keep an eye out…"

"Oh. So you're leaving Earth then?" Jason's chest sank at the thought.

"Is there a reason I should stay?" You knew the answer, but you wanted him to say it. You wanted to make sure you weren't imagining everything.

"I can probably think of a few…"

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nobodycallsmerae · 3 years

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Stuck on You...

All the former Titans and their kids laughed at Cyborg's reaction to the story they were currently narrating.

Dick, Kory, Mar'i, Vic, Karen, formerly known as Bumble Bee, and TJ and Beast Boy's family were currently all sprawled around the Logan household's living room, as all the friends told the kids the much-anticipated story.

'And kids,' Dick started, looking at his daughter, Mark and Maya, and TJ, Vic's son. 'That is how the "cutest" couple in the Titans universe came to be!' He chuckled.

Raven and Gar looked at each other as they leaned in for a kiss.

'Eww... PDA!' Maya and Mark whined as Mar'i smiled. 'I love, love.' She muttered under her breath.

Breaking away from the kiss, Gar asked, 'PDA? But I'm behind the closed doors of my house... with my family.'

'It means "Parental Display of Affection".' TJ chirped in.

'And it's much worse than "Public Display of Affection", believe me." Maya said.

All of them burst out laughing.

'But I have to say, I loved your story!' Mar'i said in a sing-song way. 'You really are the "cutest" and most romantic couple!'

'Hey!' Dick pretended to look offended, 'You do know that your parents are Dick and Kory Grayson, right?' He joked as the room was once again filled up with laughs.

'Well, I've gotta say, Logan.' Came a voice from above Garfield's head which made him release a girly "eep!" as Damian Wayne hanged upside down from the ceiling. 'You very much knew what you were doing.'

'WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?' Gar exclaimed, surprised from his visit.

'He came in with the Graysons', Dad,' Mark spoke up. 'Didn't you notice?'

'No!' Gar exclaimed, clutching his chest. He looked at Damian. 'I'm getting old dude, don't scare me like that!'

'I'll keep that in mind.' He replied, still hanging upside down, a smirk playing on his lips.

Though the present leader of the Titans would never admit it, he liked the former hero.

Yes, it was true that he was too immature of an adult, but he was also an amazing person and Damian always regarded him with respect, though small moments like these were common between them.

'So, Little D, word has it that you went on a date with Maya Logan here?' Dick smirked.

At this, Damian's eyes wide opened as he lost his balance and fell down from the ceiling, falling to the ground with a light "thud".

'Huh, who knew Damian Wayne could fall off like that?' Dick joked at his beloved, flustered brother

Maya, on instinct, rushed towards him and helped him stand up. After smoothening his red hoodie, and nodding a quick thanks at Maya, he finally regained his composure.

'It wasn't a date.' He glared with red cheeks at his step-brother, who was grinning. 'We just went to a library after school and as it was getting late, we just go-'

'Yeah, yeah, we know.' Gar cut him off, waving his hands in front of him. He slowly walked towards Damian and took a big breath. 'And, unless and until I get no complaints... I allow you to date my daughter.'

Maya blushed at her father's announcement, and a tinge of red was also visible on the Robin's cheeks.

'Re-really?' He asked, a bit surprised.

'Yeah.' Garfield put a hand on the boy's shoulder. 'I know you, Damian. You're an amazing kid, and I believe Maya will be safe with you... Just don't harm her.' He said the last line with gritted teeth as he squeezed Damian's shoulder with so much pressure, that the Boy Wonder's arm began to visibly shake.

'Ye- Yes Sir!' Damian gave an uncharacteristic squeak as Gar released his grip.

'Your daughter is safe with me.' He insisted, and then gave a small smile as he lifted his hand for a handshake, 'Thank you, Gar.'

Gar shook his head with a smile as he pulled the unsuspecting boy into a bear hug, as all the people around the room "aww-ed".

***

After all the entertaining events of the night, everyone was occupied with something or the other after a rather delicious feast prepared by Raven, with the help of her generous husband, of course.

As Raven was busy putting away some leftover food in the refrigerator, she took a moment to look around her.

She saw Kory and Karen, who were helping her do the dished earlier, were still preoccupied with gossips.

Dick was telling something to Damian and Maya, but she could see that they were paying less to no attention at the rambling adult, as they looked busy staring into each other's eyes. She let herself smile at that.

On the couch, she saw Vic playing video games with Gar. She smirked, Vic was still good at beating Garfield's butt at video games.

In the distance, she saw TJ talking to Mar'i, who looked a bit confused, while Mark was standing near them with a magazine, glancing at his friends with tinted cheeks. TJ is probably being the wingman for Mark. She smiled.

Raven remembered when they were younger, probably 18, or 19, Cyborg, and on some good days, even Nightwing would act as wingmen for Beast Boy, but she always dismissed them, thinking of it as some kind of prank. She laughed, thinking of the memories.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist as she was lost in her thoughts.

'Hey, beautiful.' Gar whispered from her back. 'Something on your mind?'

'Nothing particularly..' She turned around to face him. 'Look at everyone...' She breathed.

Gar smiled and looked around the room.

'Look at them,' He looked at Damian and Maya, both in their own little bubble. 'Our little girl's all grown up...' He wiped a fake tear from his eyes.

Raven smiled, 'And what about Mark?'

'Ehh, he was ought to leave the house someday...' Gar jokingly waved her off as they both ended up laughing.

'But, seriously,' He said, looking at TJ taking to Mar'i while Mark was trying to be "cool". 'I have to teach my son some skills. He's not getting any girl like that.'

Raven chuckled.

'It's so amazing...' She breathed after a pause, 'All of us are still together... the Titans I mean. And, it's not like it's forced or anything... All of us are really... truly happy to be in each other's lives.'

'Yeah, well,' Gar smiled. 'We are a family, Rae. Vic, Kory, Dick, Karen... we're all part of such an amazing.. dysfunctional family.' He chuckled.

'I never thought I would have a family of mine, Gar...' Raven said, clutching his chest.

'But here you are, Rae!' He smiled, tightening his grip around her small frame. 'You're blessed with two amazing children... and a dashing and handsome husband if I do say so myself.' He wriggled his eyebrows which made her chuckle. 'And, you're an awesome wife and a loving mother... and the fact that you are also a selfless hero.. it all just adds up!'

Raven smiled.

Their relationship wasn't always the best one... It was mostly on-and-off.

But, in the end, both of them knew if they were to end up with someone, it would always be each other.

No matter how heated their arguments got... at the end of the day, all that mattered was they loved each other, and no one and nothing could ever change that.

She looked at him, his face glowing in front of her. He was always an open book, and though he did try to bury some emotions, Raven always knew better.

But now, in front of her, in his bright green eyes, there were no regrets, no sadness, no doubts or "what if" thoughts.

All that was there was happiness, adoration, passion, love, and hope for an even brighter future together.

Unable to control herself from all the wonderful emotions flowing off of him, she leaned forward and crashed her lips with his. Gar was taken a bit off guard but kissed her back just as passionately.

'What was that for?' He asked, panting a bit from the hot kiss.

'Nothing... just.' Raven held him close, burying her face into his arms. 'I love you, Gar.'

He smiled and kissed her head, holding her close.

'I love you too, Rae...'

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gotham-rat · 4 years

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mostly batboy headcanons

mixing energy drinks and coffee is outlawed at wayne manor (thanks, tim) and jason has to smuggle red bull’s and monster’s to tim just so he doesn’t crash on patrol nights

it doesn’t matter how much money bruce has, or how much dick makes, because he still lives in a shitty apartment in bludhaven and the only things in his fridge is a half empty mayonnaise jar, two eggs and a pear

cassie loves to people watch, and has gotten really good at sketching the unsuspecting people who pass by her, she’ll sit on stoops and rooftops and park benches and fill a sketchbook with very detailed drawings of strangers

scars sprawl over jason’s face and body, of course, everyone in the batfamily has scars, but jason’s are thick, raised and very prominent, his smile is lopsided because of one that stretches over his right cheek and restricts some of his facial muscles

damian pretends he doesn’t, but he absolutely adores every holiday, especially ones with gifts. it’s not that he wants a lot of presents, but more that holidays were an unheard of tradition with talia. but at the wayne manor, everyone stays together for a few days, they laugh and give out gifts and damian can’t help but feel warm and happy inside

tim’s pride and joy is his three year old blue beta fish. he named it henry for some reason and LOVES him. what he doesn’t know, is that a year ago henry died because *someone* thought it’d be funny to put red pepper flakes in the tank (I’m not saying it was jason but...it was jason). bruce replaced the fish without ever telling tim. tim still doesn’t know

bruce’s go to spot for breakdowns is the kitchen. sometimes in the middle of the night, one of the kids will sneak down for a midnight snack, but will instead find the kitchen illuminated by the open fridge, and bruce sitting on the floor, arranging the different types of cheeses and softly talking to himself. the kid will quietly turn around and decide they can get a snack later

tim loves harry potter and is absolutely appalled by the movie mistakes, and his hatred for snape can make its way into any conversation regardless the topic. and he’s not a ravenclaw, he’s a slytherin

we know that dick feels a need to talk a lot during fights, because in his robin years he wanted to fill the stoic silence left by batman, and he’s the exact same as a cop. all of his fellow officers have resigned themselves to dealing with “chatterbox” dick, and have a list compiled of the worst and best puns he’s made while on the job

damian got alfred a #1 dad cup for his birthday once, and sloppily wrote “grand” in front of the word “dad” in sharpie. he pretends to be offended every time someone points out that damian is calling him a grandpa, but always uses it to drink his morning tea

jason still makes snarky jokes while in a fight, but has resolved to also quoting vines. he’s been teaching them to damian as well. sometimes, while a villian gets his ass handed to him by red hood and robin, a passerby might hear “HURRICANE KATRINA” and the screeched response: “MORE LIKE HURRICANE TORTILLA”

tim knits, sews, crotchets AND embroiders

for a halloween charity event, the batfam kids got the wonderful idea of dressing up as various baddies they’ve fought in really cheap costumes. dick went as two-face, tim as the riddler, damian was mr. freeze, steph was harley quinn, barbara as poison ivy, and cass dressed as scarecrow. it was all fun and games until jason showed up as the joker with a crowbar, and in reply to their stunned faces said “too soon?” bruce almost had an aneurysm

dick managed to buy himself some airpods and you can bet your ass that he went on nightwing patrol with them in, blasting his favorite tunes. he was very dismayed when he lost one while bringing down a mugger. now he only has one airpod and doesn’t take it to patrol anymore

bruce, who has never smoked a cigarette in his entire life, likes to be dramatic sometimes and puts an unlit one in his mouth, miming smoking it and being generally melancholic

damian likes to try and get servers at various wayne galas to give him alcohol, it rarely ever works, but he always puts up a very persuasive act and pretends to be a full grown man despite being 4’6 and having a rather high voice

with the public still blissfully unaware of jason’s very much aliveness, his death comes up in interviews a lot. his brothers use this to their full advantage:

interviewer: what’s it like to grow up without your brother?

dick: it’s hard, but sometimes, I swear I can still hear him.

tim: *wiping fake tear* yeah, it’s like he’s still with us, making jokes, being stupid...

interviewer: that must be hard, it seems like you all were very close.

damian: *mumbling* closer than we’d like.

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crowbarstodd · 5 years

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Course Of Nature (4)

Chapter Summary: *banging pots together* DAMINETTE! DAMINETTE! Word Count: 3,272 Rating: G Paring: DAMINETTE!

Rena Rogue gagged as soon as she opened an aging door, hands covering her nose and mouth as she took a large step back. “This place stinks!”

Marinette felt inclined to agree with Rena Rogue, nose wrinkling as a foul stench invaded her nostrils, so strong her eyes stung from unshed tears. “You’ll have to get used to it,” Marinette said regretfully, “we’ll be spending some time here.”

Rena moaned, edging inside carefully, nose still pinched between two fingers.

The little off-white townhouse they’d been sent to investigate in Paris’ nineteenth arrondissement was almost charming at first sight. It sat trapped between a high fence marking the end of the street, and a baby-pink, connecting unit with a strip of green at the front only just large enough to fit a few common elder hedges.

The place itself was only slightly overrun by weeds, not enough to appear unseemly, which was probably why it was left alone by most of the unsuspecting neighbours. Marinette herself would have overlooked it completely had it not been for the large mold stain on the bottom right side of the door, and the putrid stench that coated the home. Oh, and the mission sent by Batman and Master Fu.

The inside was drowned in dust and rust, and none of the lights would turn on, so she and Rena resigned themselves to exploring the place with the limited light their torches provided.

“This is literally the worst villain hideout. Unhygienic and unaesthetic is what this place is,” Rena griped, searching through shelves for anything that looked mildly useful.

“There’s no proof this was a hideout. Just that Queen Bee sent a package here about two months ago.”

Rena stopped in her tracks. “Queen Bee? Like, Chloe?”

“No, like the politician.”

“Are you being sarcastic?”

Marinette sighed, tilting her head to the sky, eyes shut. “I thought Chat gave you a debrief?”

“Sure, but he didn’t use any names. Just said that another villain sent a package probably for Hawkmoth.”

Wily cat, making her do all the annoying jobs. She’d get him neutered the next time she saw him. “Queen Bee is a corrupt Bialyan leader, part of the light.”

“So not Chloe?”

“Not Chloe,” Marinette confirmed.

“What do we call Chloe then?”

Tired of the conversation, and without any real answers to give, Marinette returned to searching the room for clues. “Call her whatever you want, Rena.”

“Bitch it is!”

“No.”

She zoned out Rena’s following playful whinges, focused on the wooden desk that sat alone in the otherwise empty room connected to the living room that Rena was investigating.

With careful hands she pulled the drawer of the desk open, worrying her lip as her heart pumped with excitement. Where else would one keep a package but their desk?

It was empty.

Disappointed, she shut it closed, only to hear Rena’s resounding shriek.

The living room was a mess of white.

An upturned milk bottle appeared to have fallen from atop the cupboard above the stove. It must have been balancing precariously already, relying on the shut door for stability, and tipping over when Rena pulled the cupboard open.

She stood in the center of the kitchen, an orange lighthouse in a sea of white, utterly drenched, and completely miserable.

In her hands, Marinette spotted something promising.

“Is that a USB?”

“Are you okay Rena? That sucks for you Rena, but don’t worry too much about it,” Rena muttered, peeved.

Marinette scratched the back of her head and let out an awkward laugh. “Sorry. You alright, Rena?”

“I’m drenched in milk, LB. But I found a USB and I managed to keep it dry.”

Marinette cheered under her breath, getting closer to inspect the gadget. It was a simple single-toned grey stick, made by LexCorp. “Only four gigabytes?” She mused aloud, expecting something more monumental.

Rena paid her no mind, wringing her hair over the sink, and yelping when the water that poured out of it was brown in colour. “Ugh, I should have just let Chat take this mission,” Rena grumbled. “Might have even enjoyed the milk.”

Marinette shrugged, a lazy smile painting her face. “I don’t think anyone’d enjoy an unexpected milk-bath, Rena, even silly kitty’s like him.”

Rena shook her leg clean, watching with wry eyes as droplets splashed onto the floor. “You always call him Kitty or Chaton,” Rena commented. “It’s kind of cute.”

If it was Carapace saying it, Marinette wouldn’t have batted an eye, but Rena was sort of pushy, and undeniably not-so-secretly interested in Ladybug’s (love) life. Marinate could see the teasing glint in Rena’s eyes and hear the mischief in her voice, enough to get what she was suggesting.

“Yes I do,” Marinette agreed. “Because we’re partners.”

“You don’t have nicknames for me!”

Marinette raised a brow. “You’re not my partner,” she sung.

Rena pouted, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically enough that for a second, Marinette saw her mask disappear and make way for her best friend who she knew was behind it. She’d never say it aloud, lest it encourage her friend’s more dangerous habits (running headfirst into attacks without a mask or protection) but Alya’s determination and vivacity had always been qualities that Marinette admired. That, and how lush her thick locks always seemed to be.

“What about your new partner then? Lark?”

Marinette snorted. Guess Alya held some second-hand anger on her boyfriend’s behalf after all. “You mean Robin?”

Rena rolled her eyes, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “Yeah sure, Robin.”

“What about him?”

“Well if not Chat, then?” Rena trailed off, but Marinette was sharp enough to know what she’d been suggesting.

Involuntarily, her cheeks burst bright red. Memories of last night that she’d tried so hard to forget — moonlight, a surprising confession, and lips —nope! She shook the thoughts out of her head, bringing her hands to her cheeks in an attempt to cool them down.

“Oh my god! Girl!”

“N-no!” Marinette stuttered out, adamant to explain things before Rena got the complete wrong idea. “It’s not like that! I don’t like Robin! Not even in a friend way!”

“Clearly not in the friend way! Girl, does he know?”

Stupid Robin. Stupid dumb Robin and his stupid dumb lips and their stupid dumb conversation and the terrible, awful, cringe-inducing, stupid-dumb ending to last night! “No! Alya!”

“What happened to no secret identities on the field? I don’t even know yours so you’ve got an advantage there.”

“I don’t think that’s the point, Rena.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “The point is are you gonna tell him?”

“No, there’s nothing romantic happening at all!”

Knowing better than to push when Marinette was sure she looked ready to explode, Rena simply wiggled her brows cheekily and returned to searching for hints. “Okay LB,” she said as she passed, patting Marinette on the shoulders almost patronisingly.

Marinette had to bite her lip to prevent a scream.

Perusing the little unit was much less eventful than either of the two girls expected, and in the end, they found nothing of use apart from the single USB stick that Rena had risked milk-dousing for.

“Literally the worst hour of my life,” Rena commented, inhaling deeply when they finally locked the rotting door behind them. “Never again.”

“You okay to get the USB to Master Fu by yourself?”

“Sure thing Ladybug. You go ahead and get your Z’s, you’ve got patrol tomorrow night as well.”

Marinette moaned at the reminder. Damn, and she was getting excited to make a new dress-shirt too.

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School the next day was interesting, to say the least. The class was abuzz, all gravitating around Chloe’s desk where she was sat bragging (no surprise there) about some celebrities her dad’s hotel was hosting.

“The Waynes are ridiculously famous and important,” the blonde said, leaning back against her chair as if she didn’t care at all. (She cared very much, and wasn’t as good an actress as she thought she was, Marinette noted.) “Bruce Wayne is like, the most eligible bachelor, and he brought three of his sons with him!”

“Three?” Marinette mumbled under her breath, taking her seat beside Alya. “Why does she say it like he has more?”

“He has five,” Alya supplied helpfully, flashing her a smile in greeting.

Soon enough Alya’s head was down, and her chemistry notes were out, but it was obvious that she was paying more attention to what Chloe was saying than what was on her page, but a tad too prideful to admit to herself that Chloe had anything of particular worth to say.

Chloe’s voice was loud enough that Marinette could join her friend in pretending to overhear, rather than listen to the blonde. “They’re going to be staying at my daddy’s hotel for two weeks,” she boasted.

“Wow Chloe, that’s so cool!” Rose awed. Even from the other side of the room, Marinette could stars forming in her eyes. It was like Prince Ali all over again. “I’d love to meet them! I heard the Wayne foundation helps hundreds of people every year, and that Dick Grayson is nice to everyone!”

She nudged Alya lightly with her elbow. “Dick Grayson?”

“Eldest son, I think.” Was Alya’s simple reply.

Chloe sneered, “someone like him would want nothing to do with you.”

“Well, I’m going to say hi anyway!” Rose replied hotly, learning from last time. Her chest puffed out in pride, leaving her to look like a bright pink penguin, but Marinette was happy for her. It looked like she wasn’t going to let Chloe talk her down anymore.

Chloe opened her mouth, probably to dish out an insult, but straightened as if remembering something important. “Fine,” she said instead. “Do what you want.”

Alya raised a brow and made a face that looked to a cross between impressed and disbelieving.

In a weird way, Marinette felt almost proud. Sure, each awful word out of Chloe’s mouth gave her some sort of vindication (who doesn’t love being right?) that always lead to her feeling guilty, but every time Chloe acted politely, against Marinette’s expectations, she was being influenced by Ladybug. There was something humbling about seeing her impact on the small scale, however minute it was.

“Will you all come with me?” Rose asked, wide eyes directed at the girls of the class.

Don’t look, Marinette urged herself. The moment she looked into Rose’s big Bambi eyes she’d be gone, and however much she loved Rose she needed to go to bed before patrol that night.

“Please?”

“Sure thing, Rose!” Alya agreed. “Marinette and I’d be happy to come.”

Raising her head to refute Alya, Marinette found herself staring right into Rose’s baby blues. Crap. “Yeah Rose, I’d love to come!”

Marinette’s mouth moved faster than her mind, and by the time she’d realised what she had done it was far too late. Rose had already turned to ask Alix.

God, if only Rose was a tablespoon less cute.

(“You’re going to see Dick Grayson? Can I come? I love Dick Grayson!

“Sure, Kim!”)

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Dick Grayson really was nice to everyone he met, and it didn’t take long for Marinette to understand why all of Paris seemed to swoon over him.

He was charming, had eyes bluer than blue, and a smile that looked so familiar, Marinette could have sworn she’d seen it directed at her before. Really truly, he was great. But all she could focus on was the screaming that was happening somewhere further down the hotel that nobody else seemed to care about.

Marinette inched backwards until she was out of sight, bolting down the nearest corridor, following the sound the best she could.

Tikki peeked out from inside her bag, gazing at her with questioning eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to transform, Marinette? It doesn’t sound very good.”

“I just wanna check first, Tikki. It might not be an attack.”

It wasn’t one. What she’d mistaken for innocent lives threatened by some Akumatised being was, in fact, two boys screaming at each other in the hotel hallway. Or rather, one boy screaming as the other responded, just as heated, but not as loud.

“You will regret this, Drake!” The shorter boy seethed at the other, who stood across from him, clearly unimpressed, back slouched and left hand in his corduroy pants.

The taller one, Drake, raised his hands in apparent frustration. “It’s a room. You’ll just have to settle with sharing with Jason.”

“I had the room with Grayson first. Return it immediately!”

“You sound like a brat.”

The shorter boy huffed, launching a well-aimed kick at the taller boy’s head, which he somehow managed to block, hand still in his pocket. “Your attack will be returned tenfold,” the shorter one announced, leaving ‘Drake’ alone at last. Marinette squeaked as he walked in her direction, slipping around the corner as his eyes narrowed.

He didn’t seem to care though, walking out of the hotel without another look back.

Concerned about a potential Akuma victim, she trailed after him.

She felt childish to have been lulled in such an obviously false sense of comfort, but she was genuinely surprised when he disappeared from her sight after exiting the hotel, only to reappear behind her. He had one hand around both her wrists, keeping her from fighting back with her arms.

“What business do you have following me?”

Marinette spluttered, struggling not to let her eyes dart to her bag in concern as she felt Tikki’s concerned shudder. “I was just making sure you were okay!” Marinette insisted. “I just didn’t want you to get akumatised!”

He let go of her wrists, but his eyes were still in slits, and his knees were bent as if ready to bolt at any given chance. “Explain yourself,” he demanded.

He was pretty snooty if Marinette was being honest, but she supposed she’d be paranoid too if someone was following her. “If you get too upset, Hawkmoth will be able to use you to destroy the city,” Marinette explained, omitting some important parts about certain Miraculous’. It was weird he didn’t know any of this yet. “Are you new here or something?”

The boy sniffed in disdain. “My family landed here this morning.”

This morning…

Marinette gave his outfit a quick once-over.

Black skinny jeans; Givenchy, black shoes; Armani, Burberry jacket, and Wayne-Tech watch. Wayne tech phone peeking out from his pocket too… Rose was going to be so jealous.

(His target-brand Nightwing t-shirt confused her, though.)

“You must be a Wayne!” Marinate exclaimed, extending her hand to greet him. “I’m Marinette.”

He looked at her hand with a raised brow.

He didn’t move until her face shifted into a glare. “Damian.”

He was a little rough around the edges, but he was also mad, and she wouldn’t be Ladybug if she left some innocent person alone to be akumatised. “Nice to meet you, Damian. Do you like ice-cream?”

“I’m not fond of sweets.”

“I’ll find something for you.”

She grabbed his wrist, ready to tug him along, when he snatched his hand right out of her grip. “Unhand me!” He bellowed, looking angry again. Marinate wanted to slap a hand on her forehead, feeling idiotic for upsetting him even further.

“I’m not going to do anything weird, I promise. I just want to take you to my family’s bakery, get you some tea or something to calm you down.”

He looked on the verge of protest, but she must have said something right because he deflated soon after. “Some tea would be acceptable.”

They sat across from each other on the table nearest to the front window, seats comfortably cushioned with little round pillows that were decorated with flowers; one of Marinette’s own creations.

The bakery was one of her favourite places in the world. Little personal splashes made the place warm, from the cushions she’d made, the three small tables on the right side of the bakery for inside dining that she’d suggested herself, and the small red stain on the underside of the front counter that she’d created by spilling dye while making red-velvet cupcakes. She and her mom had spent almost an hour trying to remove any traces of it, but that little mark, shaped like a coma, was far more stubborn than either of them.

He liked rice tea, she learned. Rice tea and plum dacqouise.

Well, he never said he liked plum dacquoise, but he clearly didn't dislike plum dacquoise. Her dad had asked if he’d like anything else with his tea, and when he looked to her for suggestions, there was one thing she couldn’t not recommend.

“I’d like the Marinette,” he’d said, voice frank. Her heart had pounded at how the sentence sounded, but she didn’t correct him or mention it in case it’d embarrass him. He wasn’t a native speaker after all, so it was impressive enough he could maintain a conversation and order all on his own.

“It’s my favourite cake,” she informed him after his first bite. He replied with a ‘hn.’

Easy silence befell them as Damian sipped his tea, looking out the window with slight interest. She was eating his cake, well her cake that he bought, content to sit in silence, appreciating how he simply nodded her way when he caught her, not too miffed at her eating his food. “Did you come here for a holiday?” She asked, striking up a conversation.

He tilted his head to the side, thinking. The bright lights seemed to highlight his jawline perfectly, because Marinette couldn’t stop her eyes from trailing downward. “For business mostly, but I suppose Gra— my brother might consider this a holiday.”

“Must be nice to have so many siblings.”

Damian huffed, folding his arms the way Alya’s younger sisters did when they heard something they didn’t like. “They’re not my siblings.”

“You just said you had a brother though?”

Damian spluttered, mouth moving as he protested mutely, unable to come up with a convincing response. “It’s not fun,” he said instead, replying to her initial comment.

Marinette smiled behind her hands at his petulant behaviour, not yet brave enough, or close enough to him to laugh at him to his face. “I wouldn’t know,” she shrugged. “I’m an only child.”

“I was too, once.” Damian’s eyes had a misty quality to them that Marinette wasn’t sure she wanted to touch on. Instead, she latched on to what felt like the only tangible part of what he said.

“Are you adopted?”

Damian all but hissed, leaning over the table to exclaim his response. “I’m the blood heir! The rest of them were adopted!”

She leaned back into her seat, surprised by his outburst.

Prepared to spend the rest of the hour suffering in heavy silence, Marinette was almost grateful to see a large, thorn breaking through the bakery window, engraving itself deep into the floor.

It shook the building down to its foundations, leaving the counter and the cakes it displayed utterly obliterated. Marinette coughed, inhaling a lungful of dust and debris caused by the projectile, wheezing out a breath. Her heart thrummed as she readied herself for a battle.

“I have to go!” She and Damian said in sync. She let him leave, expecting his worry for his family, and preoccupied with planning how to get to the Akuma.

Marinette let out a quiet “sorry,” as she trapped her parents in the back room, locking the door on them so they would be safe without noticing her absence.

“Tikki, spots on!”

End Notes: hhhhhhhhh so this is actually only half of my original plan for chapter 4 so I guess you can expect chapter five soon. I was so excited for the fight but chapter 4 got so long and I felt that the fight deserved it’s own chapter and I didn’t want too many events in one chapter because it’d feel too cluttered oh man.

But also! Daminette!!!!!

Classic Bruce gets there secret identities to arrive later than their hero ones to avoid suspicion. We got our first peek at Tim, and a mention of Jason. If anyone’s wondering why Chloe only mentioned three sons,,, Jason’s legally dead so ye theres that.

Daminette!!! They met!!!!!!!!! For those curious, his acceptance of tea was thanks to his appreciation of Alfred. Daminette!!!

Things to look forward to next chapter: Akuma fight!!! Addressing the ‘Queen Bee’ situation completely, kind of addressing what happened the night damian stormed of jealous and MORE maridami goodness. (Is it obvious how much I love chapter 5 and how much I wanna get it DONE?

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staywhelmedbatfam · 4 years

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Overprotectiveness

~Bruce Wayne/Reader~

Summary: The joys of being parents to a teenage girl while you try to keep the Batman and other vigilante appearances at bay.

If you want, you could consider this a continuation (a flash-forward, if you will) of A Change in the Family Dynamics. Although, it’s not necessary to read it to understand what happens. If you wish to read that one first, there’s a link to my masterlist at the very end.

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When the front door opened, you were walking down the stairs. You watched as your sixteen-year-old daughter ran past you towards her bedroom and kept her head down. Furrowing your eyebrows, a frown made its way onto your face. After hearing the door close, you turned to find Alfred with a worried expression. You continued down the stairs and met him halfway.

“What happened?”

He sighed, “I’m not quite sure, Mrs. Wayne.”

Glancing up the stairs in the direction your daughter took off, you knew that something had to really be bothering her. Your heart ached for her. “I’m going to go talk to her.”

On your way to her bedroom, you sent your husband a text that read ‘Teddy emergency’ to which he immediately replied, telling you he would be on his way home soon. Once you got close enough, you could hear faint crying through her closed door. You softly rapped your knuckles against the solid wood that made up her bedroom door and waited a moment before letting yourself in.

“(D/N)… Sweetie?” you called out to her in a soothing voice as you sat on the edge of her bed and rubbed her back. “What’s wrong?”

She sniffled a bit before lifting her head off of her pillow and looking back at you with her teary eyes. “Guys are jerks,” she declared, causing you to be slightly taken aback. “I overheard Felix’s brother bragging to his friends about how he’s only dating me because of our money.”

Your facial expression softened. “If that’s all he cares about, then he’s not worth your time.”

“You’re right. Dad, Alfred, and my brothers are the only good guys out there.” (D/N) planted her face right back into her pillow.

“Oh, come on. There are guys out there that are worthwhile. Just not this one. Someday, there will be a guy that will love you for the amazing girl that I know you are.” Sitting up, your daughter wrapped you up in a hug and you wiped at her tear-stained cheeks when the two of you pulled away.

“Thanks, Mom.”

Smiling, you kissed the top of her head. “You’re welcome, baby.” You stayed with her a little longer, enjoying the silence when you weren’t making small talk. The silence was broken by a knock on her bedroom door.

“Honey, it’s Dad,” Bruce announced. He’d come straight from work, only stopping on his way to get something for his daughter.

“Come in,” she replied.

Entering with a teddy bear and a single rose, your husband made his way over. He handed (D/N) the items and sat down on the other side of her. She leaned into his shoulder and looked up at him while thanking him for the gifts.

Out of the blue, a thought popped into her head. “Mom?”

“What is it, sweetie?”

“How many guys did you date before Dad?” she inquired, turning her attention to you. The question caught your husband’s attention and he looked at you with an amused and curious expression.

“Oh, um…”

A smirk made its way onto Bruce’s face. “Yeah, (Y/N), how many?”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you had to avert your gaze. There’s no way you could look him in the eyes when you give your reply. He only ever knew of one of your relationships and that was only because you knew each other at that point. However, he never asked about any of your previous boyfriends. “Six or seven…”

Bruce had this smug look on his face that made you want to defend yourself and so, you did. “Only one of those relationships got serious enough to hold a candle to what your father and I have now.”

“Really?”

You nodded your head. “Mhm. Eli and I were engaged.” Your husband tensed at the mention of the only ex he knew. His hand that wasn’t wrapped around (D/N) became a fist.

“What happened?”

“He thought that your mother was cheating on him with me, but he was actually the one cheating,” Bruce remembered. He had been the one to catch him in the act and tried to break the news to you as gently as possible. You cried for two days and he let you stay at the manor so you wouldn’t be alone in your apartment. At the time you didn’t know about Batman, but Bruce had the boys take over patrol for the week so he could stay with you. A month later, Bruce asked you to dinner in a more-than-a-friend way and that led to where you are now.

“It’s all in the past now,” you commented, hoping that your husband would get the hint to not get all worked up over the situation.

The two of you stayed in (D/N)’s room a little longer to be sure that she felt better before finally leaving her alone. As you walked down the hallway, Bruce started to veer away from you towards the grandfather clock.

“A little early to head down to the cave, don’t you think?” Your question made him stop and turn around to face you as you raised an eyebrow while crossing your arms over your chest.

“There’s a case I want to get started on.”

“Mhm, sure. A case. Do tell, who are you going after this time?” His silence was all the answer you needed. “Don’t you dare suit up just to avenge your daughter. I can see the gears turning in your head. You’re not sending the boys either.”

Bruce gave you a you-took-all-my-fun-away look, but you didn’t care. Batman didn’t need to show up at the boy’s house for this and neither did Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, or Robin. No matter how much you wanted them to scare that boy senseless for what he did.

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“Are you really going to stay down here until she gets home?” you asked your husband, one eyebrow raised as you leaned against the doorframe to the library with your arms crossed. He didn’t make any move to turn around and look at you from his spot on one of the sofas. Instead, he just flipped a page of his book.

“Yes.”

Pushing yourself off of the doorframe, you stood behind the sofa and leaned forward to wrap your arms around him. “Bruce, she’s nineteen.”

“All the more reason to worry, especially in Gotham,” he quickly reasoned, causing you to huff.

Pursing your lips, you bantered, “She grew up with four vigilante brothers and Batman as her father, I think she’s more than capable of taking care of herself.” Finally, he snapped his book shut and closed his eyes while he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Every time she has a date, you get like this. She’s not sixteen anymore. Besides, I’ve met Bennett already and he seems to be a respectable young man.”

It took a moment, but Bruce relaxed some before grumbling, “I’m still doing a thorough background check.”

“Fine. Oh, and by the way, I told Jay and Dami to come home and give their sister some privacy.” Your husband turned to give you a look. “What? You didn’t think I’d know you sent them to spy on her? I’m your wife. It’s my job to know what goes on inside that head of yours.”

Straightening up, you began gravitating towards the door to leave the room. “If it makes you feel better, I used the computer in the Batcave to key into the security cameras of the restaurant they went to…” you announced before exiting the room to head downstairs to the Batcave. It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps behind you, causing a smirk to make its way onto your face.

This is the fifth date that Bennett has taken your daughter on, but Bruce has yet to meet him. He was always out of the house when they went on their dates. You wanted this boy to have a fighting chance before he encountered Bruce, so you never mentioned anything to him. However, she had left right before he got home tonight and was asking where she was. It wasn’t possible for you to withhold information any longer.

As soon as you got to the bottom of the stairs, you heard all four boys enter the cave. Dick and Tim were out on their normal patrol but when they heard about their sister’s date, they came right back. You were the first to reach the monitors with surveillance footage showing the young couple’s table. Everything appeared to be going just fine and then… it happened.

The boys and your husband were loudly protesting and throwing threats in the poor, unsuspecting boy’s direction as he kissed (D/N). They had appeared behind you at the exact moment that he gathered his courage to kiss her, causing you to cringe. Couldn’t they have shown up just a few seconds later?

You addressed the raging men as you turned off the surveillance footage, “All five of you need to stop being so overprotective! She’s a young adult capable of making her own decisions. This boy comes from a nice family and treats (D/N) well. If you even think about trying to scare him away, I’ll make sure that you’re all miserable for – at least – a month.”

It may not seem like much of a threat, but Bruce didn’t take you seriously the last time you made that kind of argument and he ultimately regretted it. You slept in a guest bedroom and deprived him of physical contact for three months. It had been the most excruciating three months for him, knowing how close you were and craving any kind of touch – even something as simple as holding hands.

This time around, Bruce heeded your warning and the boys followed suit. They were still grumbling about what they had just witnessed but made no move to act upon their irritation.

When Bennett dropped your daughter off at home, he walked her to the door like he had done the previous four times. The only difference was that you and Bruce waited for them right outside the door. The color seemed to drain from her face when she saw the two of you – more specifically Bruce – standing there and you felt bad for springing this on her.

“Mom… Dad…” she said, a little hesitant.

“Hello, Mrs. Wayne… Mr. Wayne.” As soon as he looked at Bruce, you could tell that the nerves had kicked in. The look that your husband was sending his way scared him.

Hoping to make the situation a tad less uncomfortable, you smiled at him and spoke up. “Hi, Bennett. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Could you spare a moment to chat, Bennett?”

“Daddy, please–” (D/N) tried to interrupt.

Bennett gulped before responding with a slight stutter, “O-of course, sir.” He reluctantly followed Bruce inside to his office and you waited with your daughter where she paced outside the door.

You tried to reassure her multiple times that everything would be fine. After what you thought would be a five – maybe ten – minute talk turned into twenty minutes, you started to doubt what you were saying was true. Finally, the door popped open to reveal your boys with satisfied looks on their faces as Bruce shook Bennett’s hand and sported a small smile.

(D/N)’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw that her brothers had been in the same room. Slowly, she calmed down when everything appeared to be just fine. In fact, she looked rather shocked.

“(Y/N), better let Alfred know we’ll be having one more at dinner on Saturday night,” Bruce mentioned to you as he patted Bennett on the shoulder.

“Oh, that’s great!” you replied. “Now, I’m sure Bennett needs to get home, so let’s leave these two be so they can say their goodbyes.” Shooing everyone away, you sent a wink your daughter’s way and she mouthed a thank you back.

If this boy was coming to dinner so soon, you would definitely be seeing more of him in the future. Despite how much you know your husband hated to let go of the fact that his daughter was growing up, you knew that this was a show of approval. You could only hope that nothing about your odd family would deter the young man from seeing your daughter.

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seven-oomen · 4 years

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First, I hope you’re enjoying your game. One of my friends posted about how she’d just gotten her copy of it, and her husband’s response was basically “so, I’ll just bring you food occasionally and see you in a few days?" Also, I hope you’re feeling better. And man you are KILLING ME with these previews. Oh god, Peter, what are you planning now? How bad is this gonna hurt and for how long? (Don’t answer that, I’m afraid to know. XD )

I think all those Hogwarts Houses are excellent choices. I always think it’s fun to see how people sort various characters, because I rarely have any that I feel are firmly one House (maybe it’s because I’m a proud HuffleClaw, myself, doomed to waffle between Houses every time I take a quiz or read an analysis on the subject.) Side not - can you imagine the furor that would have occurred about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor hooking up in Fourth Year (I think?), and then pulling an innocent little Hufflepuff transfer under their spell? Would any of them have played Quidditch? (Peter I feel definitely played, though I can’t decide what position. Undecided on the other two.)

Poor Peter, having to behave himself. Although debatably as long as he kept the fangs put away it wouldn’t necessarily be a risk, though I can see him being worried anyway. That’s why he needs to find someone to spin his fur into yarn he can then make them scarves/gloves/sweaters/etc with. And why he’s so into the clothes sharing. Anything to get his scent on them as thoroughly as possible.

And I am so here for PTA Dad Peter. Helping out at school functions so he can keep an eye on the younger kids. Building new, supportive relationships with his older kids, helping them with college applications and essays, making up lists of stuff they’ll need for dorm rooms, finding apartments if any are going to the same or nearby schools and can share, making sure they all have pictures and mementos to help combat homesickness. And now I’m thinking about the memory quilt again. Goddammit I don’t want to make myself cry. Again. "Imagine Peter hearing their heartbeats for the first time." Oh nevermind, I see you’ll do it for me. Ugh, my feels. Peter shifting to his wolf form and curling protectively around them all the time, head pressed up to their abdomen so that he can listen and scent at maximum effectiveness. Them just gently stroking through his fur until one or both fall asleep. (Also, how quickly do the other wolves in the family pick up on the changes in scent? How do they react? How do the older kids react to the idea of more siblings in general?)

And you know that whichever one wasn’t the one pregnant at the time would be super protective at the time, then turn around and insist they were fine and that the others were worrying unnecessarily when they were the one pregnant. (Also, glad your brother was okay!) I also like that it apparently took them nearly 20 years to learn about planning for this sort of thing. I know you’ve mentioned Peter and Chris being the ones that do the stupid thing next chapter (or something to that effect), but really I feel the biggest moment of "what the hell, guys?” is Noah getting knocked up just two months after Chris. It’s like, you guys had a huge, in your face, live example of why protection is important, and yet… I’m also just going to assume that they have at least a king size bed to accommodate that many people, even if many of them are tiny people, and none of them mind piling. That’s still a lot of bodies cramming into one bed. (That much room would also come in very handy for…other reasons, which is why I feel certain Peter would insist upon it.)

Also, omg, I was not expecting to be attacked by those pictures like that. Tag your porn, dude XD . But really, can you imagine the poor, unsuspecting college friends their kids bring home for visits getting a triple barrel of that with no warning? Like they’ve just seen the goofy, weird pics that they have on their phone/on their walls. They were not prepared for the sheer DILF power of that household live and in person. But then, is anyone, really?

Loving all the names. I actually know a guy named John who has a son named Jackson, so that one was particularly amusing to me. I also noticed that none of the kids have been named after anyone in Noah’s family, at least so far. And don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting to have those spoiled yet, though I’m happy to know you liked some of my suggestions :D . Now if I could just remember which all ones I went with… Didn’t really think to put it in anywhere, but for some reason I’ve always liked Alexander as a middle name for Peter, though I remain undecided on the other two.

And yes, loving the idea of more family cosplay. Oh god, they would never get ANYWHERE at a con because they’d be getting stopped every 3 feet for pictures. For Star Trek, I feel like they’d do groupings from assorted series and versions. Chris, Peter, and Noah are totally OS Spock, Kirk, and Bones (Peter with strategically torn shirt, of course). I think Melissa would be their Uhura, and Natalie would be Yeoman Rand (she wants to see if she can fake the hairstyle), because I dare anyone to tell them they can’t pull off dresses that short. Since he has sword training from his hunter background, Melissa makes Julio be their Sulu. Boyd, Derek, and Jordan would be Picard, Riker, and Data (Derek would totally figure out how to do that weird way Riker sits down, too.) After much debate, I feel Stiles would be Kirk from the recent films (NuTrek, or whatever they call it), Jackson would be Spock, and Malia would be Bones. I think Lydia would make an excellent Uhura for them, as well. Scott would be Scotty because he can remember to answer to it, and it gives him an excuse to do a TERRIBLE fake accent. I’m leaning towards Isaac for their Chekov, but beyond that can’t think what to do with everybody else, I’m not familiar enough with the different tv shows.

Marvel we’ve talked about some. DC I have a few random ideas. I always thought it would be funny to see Peter, Derek, Jackson, and Liam do the assorted Robins. While I feel Peter is DEFINITELY more of a Jason personality wise, I think he’d be far more comfortable in Dick’s costume that Derek would be, and if Derek was Jason the heights would line up better. Jackson would be Tim, and Liam would be Damian (because who else would play DC’s tiny and angry than TW’s tiny and angry?) Also, don’t overlook the fun and variety of villains DC offers. The last group costume I did was a cross between Bill & Ted and assorted Bat-villains. We called it Bruce & Dick’s Excellent Adventure, and even photoshopped a sign to carry to help people get it. Among our line-up was Cleo-Catra, Ivybeth the First, The Poison Queen, Harley Antoinette, Joker Napoleon, Freud Nygma, and Bane-thoven. (I really need to do something with the various pieces of my costume someday.) I know there are several girls in the Bat-fam now, too, depending on who all wants to be a part of it, or if they want to skew more Justice League/Teen Titans/Young Justice.

Oh man, Disney. So many options. I feel like Lydia and Allison as Ariel and Prince Eric is a given. I also like the idea of Kira and Malia as Belle and the Beast, partially because of Malia’s issues about having to hide her nature, and also because I think she could absolutely rock that suit. Ben could join them as Chip. (Stiles would actually make an excellent Belle, but I feel that might just get weird.) I can see Danny helping Erica rig up a Sleeping Beauty dress with strands of LEDs that keep shifting from pink to blue to green so the dress keeps appearing to change color (it’s a massive hit.) I don’t know why, but I really want Stiles and Jackson as Elsa and Anna for some reason. Scott can join them as either Kristoff or Olaf, depending on the mood he’s in. Can’t quite decide for the other pack kids. Since the theme is nominally just fairy tales, I think the dads could just opt for a classier, fancier version of their Red Riding Hood looks. Maybe go for a steampunk edge or something (I would have included links here, but Google was not my friend today and I couldn’t find quite what I wanted.) Rich velvets and wools in vivid scarlet and forest-y greens, black and deep brown leather and suede, lots of polished buttons and buckles, loose cotton shirts unlaced at the throat. Mmm, yes. And Peter could have one of those super fancy Victorian type nightgowns with the long sleeves and high necks made out of super soft and fine materials. Instead of getting some kind of mask to wear, he’d just do his partial/beta/whatever you want to call it shift and let them add extra fur on with makeup to blend it in. Everyone just thinks it’s amazing effects work. He does opt for some cute wolf paw slippers since cons tend to get snotty about people going around barefoot. (Applying and removing the fur is also how they learn his ears are particularly…sensitive…to a delicate touch in that form.)

Lord of the Rings. Yes. Like, I can’t figure out who or any real details right now but. Just. Yes.

I feel like some years they enter the costume contest and some they don’t, just depending on their moods. (They totally take the Jurassic Park group to a con and people adore it. It makes for great skits.)

Random bonus thought for the day concerns dancing. I was thinking about the whole drag queen thing, and whether Jungle was around in the 90s, and it sort of segued into what types of dancers they are. I feel like Peter is a very good dancer. Not quite competition level, maybe, but very skilled, nonetheless. Like Malia, he’s just very comfortable in himself, in all forms, which helps with spatial and bodily awareness, in addition to his natural grace and balance. I also feel he’s the most likely to have taken, like, ballroom lessons or similar as a kid, maybe at a parent or grandparent’s insistence. With Noah I keep thinking about the various videos I’ve seen of Dylan dancing both outside of TW and as Stiles, and I feel his dad would have a very similar style of awkward disaster from the chest up, undulations worthy of a harem girl from the waist down (those Stilinski boys tend to leave a lot of confused boners in their wake.) In Noah’s case, settling into his frame after that last growth spurt and learning self-defense/martial arts helped smooth most of the awkward out, but it resurfaces every so often. Chris I think would be the least likely to dance, just because I feel his background would make him very self-conscious about it, whether he wants to feel that way or not. He’ll dance if it’s just the three of them or just family, or for a slow dance, but that’s normally it. However, if he’s drunk enough, or if Noah or Peter have dragged him into a dark corner to makeout for a while and gotten him all distracted and relaxed, he can be pursued out onto the floor to show off some actually pretty sweet moves once he lets go.

Anyway, gonna try and wrap this up, because I just realized it’s way later than I realized, and I should try and get some sleep at some point. Enjoy your game, I hope it’s epic!

When this little paragraph made me realize I had a gaping plot hole in this chapter and I got to go back to fix it. My god my friend, you are a lifesaver!

I also like that it apparently took them nearly 20 years to learn about planning for this sort of thing. I know you’ve mentioned Peter and Chris being the ones that do the stupid thing next chapter (or something to that effect), but really I feel the biggest moment of "what the hell, guys?” is Noah getting knocked up just two months after Chris. It’s like, you guys had a huge, in your face, live example of why protection is important, and yet…

Because oh yeah I wanted to make it canon that wolves can detect a heartbeat of the embryo at 4-5 weeks. Which is about a week after the heart starts beating. And oh yeah, Chris is two months along by the time Noah gets pregnant... shit. I wrote something else in that flashback.

And now I got to fix that, so cheers!

I also finished writing my chapter today! Yay! All glorious 13K of it. And I’ll be editing and posting tomorrow (or technically later today as it is past midnight.) Oh, I’m so excited, I’m so excited to see what you think!

As for the game, my god it is awesome!!! I played a few hours today but my heart raced so much I had to pause after two hours because I was getting dizzy because of my heart. But it’s a great game so far, very accessible and it just draws me in completely. It’s so good.

Definitely what I needed after my day at work.

hehehe I’m happy to see my previews and writing and getting emotions, it sounds so bad, but that makes me smile because it’s getting the desired response and that’s awesome.

“Cue Lego Movie music”

can you imagine the furor that would have occurred about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor hooking up in Fourth Year (I think?), and then pulling an innocent little Hufflepuff transfer under their spell? Would any of them have played Quidditch? (Peter I feel definitely played, though I can’t decide what position. Undecided on the other two.)

I think Peter would’ve been a chaser or beater, somehow those seem to fit him well. Noah played but he was a keeper. (which would be funny if Peter was a chaser since they would get to battle lover’s disputes on the quidditch pitch) Chris I feel wouldn’t play quidditch, he’s too busy trying to keep track of his studies and really just likes to watch the sport but not participate. I think he’d be more into care of magical creatures and defends against the dark arts than any kind of sport. Though he does join and excel at the dueling club.

And the scandal of Peter and Noah dating from fourth year on would be massive, people can barely wrap their heads around it. But they’re happy and they’re just doing their own thing. And they don’t pay attention to anyone else but what they think and what Chris thinks of them.

Peter shifting to his wolf form and curling protectively around them all the time, head pressed up to their abdomen so that he can listen and scent at maximum effectiveness. Them just gently stroking through his fur until one or both fall asleep. (Also, how quickly do the other wolves in the family pick up on the changes in scent? How do they react? How do the older kids react to the idea of more siblings in general?)

<3 <3 it’s honestly an adorable image. The twins are very active when dad’s curled up around them, knowing just where to kick so Peter’s wakes up by a foot to the face. Though he doesn’t mind and just nudges back gently, letting out a low grumbling noise or whine that he knows the babies can hear in utero. As for how quickly, it depends on whether or not they smelled it before. Jackson, Ben, or Scott wouldn’t pick up on it. They weren’t wolves around pregnancies before. Malia and Derek catch on quickly though. They start noticing the scent change at around 5-6 weeks and hear the little heartbeats of the new family members.

Malia is moderately excited, she’s a little worried about her dad and how he will handle pregnancy at his age. (Although he’s like 35 when he gets pregnant, that counts as a geriatric pregnancy, dad... I’m worried.)

Stiles just flips between the two of extreme worry where he read up on pre-eclampsia and other pregnancy complications and birth complications and omg what if that happens. But he’s also so so excited because omg he’s finally gonna be an older brother!!

(He knows he’s Ben’s older brother, and he adores the tyke, but it’s different when you have a pregnancy close instead of a five-year-old sibling from one day to another.)

Jackson is pouty and a bit grumpy. He feels like he’s losing baby status in the family more and more and he doesn’t know how to deal. (Ben was a bit difficult to get used to for him but Chris handled it well by setting time aside for his baby Jackson. It helped. But now he’s a teen and there’s going to be two more babies and he’s- he doesn’t know how to feel. When Chris breaks the news he wants to have another baby he’s even more torn but he does come around, deciding that he will always be the baby of the family, even when he’s not.

It’s a good compromise. And the three parents set some time for each of their kids so everyone gets attention.

Allison handles it the best out of the teens, she’s very excited for all of them and immediately to volunteers helping with decorating the new nursery. She paints a few awesome looking murals of Winnie the Pooh or Bambi or some other cutesy Disney animals (Or maybe even a space/star wars or a fairy tale ala Fables theme?) and just goes all out. She also convinces Malia to quilt a blanket for the new baby and helps her knit a few cute hats. She’s just extremely excited and happy.

Ben is very happy too, he’s finally not the youngest anymore and he’s happy to be an older brother. He also finds it fascinating to learn how pregnancy works and how those babies got in there in the first place. They let him tell them how it works and explain some basic details, sperm, egg, you need both to have a baby and the baby grows in pops and papa’s belly. But they leave out any details that Ben doesn’t figure out or doesn’t ask about to keep it more age-appropriate for him.

Though Ben’s smart and he figures out a lot on his own. Noah and Peter are honestly impressed by Ben’s deductive skills. They knew Jackson and Stiles had them, but they hadn’t expected Ben to show them too. He’s a quiet observer.

They were not prepared for the sheer DILF power of that household live and in person. But then, is anyone, really?

Honestly, I don’t think anyone is. Nobody can resist the sheer DILF power.

Since the theme is nominally just fairy tales, I think the dads could just opt for a classier, fancier version of their Red Riding Hood looks. Maybe go for a steampunk edge or something (I would have included links here, but Google was not my friend today and I couldn’t find quite what I wanted.) Rich velvets and wools in vivid scarlet and forest-y greens, black and deep brown leather and suede, lots of polished buttons and buckles, loose cotton shirts unlaced at the throat. Mmm, yes. And Peter could have one of those super fancy Victorian type nightgowns with the long sleeves and high necks made out of super soft and fine materials. Instead of getting some kind of mask to wear, he’d just do his partial/beta/whatever you want to call it shift and let them add extra fur on with makeup to blend it in. Everyone just thinks it’s amazing effects work. He does opt for some cute wolf paw slippers since cons tend to get snotty about people going around barefoot. (Applying and removing the fur is also how they learn his ears are particularly…sensitive…to a delicate touch in that form.)

I- this whole thing? yes. Headcanon accepted because it is that good. I can literally just see them going in steampunk hunter, red riding hood and the wolf. thank you for putting that image in my mind XD

I feel like Peter is a very good dancer. Not quite competition level, maybe, but very skilled, nonetheless. Like Malia, he’s just very comfortable in himself, in all forms, which helps with spatial and bodily awareness, in addition to his natural grace and balance. I also feel he’s the most likely to have taken, like, ballroom lessons or similar as a kid, maybe at a parent or grandparent’s insistence. With Noah I keep thinking about the various videos I’ve seen of Dylan dancing both outside of TW and as Stiles, and I feel his dad would have a very similar style of awkward disaster from the chest up, undulations worthy of a harem girl from the waist down (those Stilinski boys tend to leave a lot of confused boners in their wake.) In Noah’s case, settling into his frame after that last growth spurt and learning self-defense/martial arts helped smooth most of the awkward out, but it resurfaces every so often. Chris I think would be the least likely to dance, just because I feel his background would make him very self-conscious about it, whether he wants to feel that way or not. He’ll dance if it’s just the three of them or just family, or for a slow dance, but that’s normally it. However, if he’s drunk enough, or if Noah or Peter have dragged him into a dark corner to makeout for a while and gotten him all distracted and relaxed, he can be pursued out onto the floor to show off some actually pretty sweet moves once he lets go.

Malia definitely inherited Peter’s dancing skills, I like to think Jackson did as well. Those three are the best dancers in the family. They just move with natural ease.

Allison is a decent dancer, her gymnastics training really helps but she’s not as fluent as her brother, sister, or dad.

I feel like Noah and Stiles have awkward flailing down to a T but every once in awhile there’s a hip movement worthy of a fucking professional dancer and it’s very confusing. But yeah, totally agree with that assessment of them.

Chris isn’t much of a dancer and neither is Ben. Both of them are very self-conscious. Chris gets better when he’s drunk because he let’s go of insecurity but even then it’s not great. He just doesn’t dance, it’s not his thing. Although he was a very good grinding and hip rotation move. He’s also pretty good at jump style once he lets himself go and just turns his mind off. but the rhythmic jumping just feels natural to him. He also likes to slow dance since he can just bury his face in Noah’s shoulder or nuzzle Peter’s cheek and just forget about everything else.

Also, I like to think they all love to sing. Chris’s voice is best suited for country I feel like. Noah’s more for singer-songwriter. And Peter just loves singing pop songs and he knows how to hit some high notes.

And now I am going to bed because It’s almost three am XD And I need some sleeps. Thankfully I have the day off this sunday.

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awkwardbluefish · 5 years

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A prayer to whoever’s listening

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Series name: Praying

Chapter title: A prayer to whoever’s listening

Warnings: Swearing, sad thoughts (nothing major)

Summary: After a breakdown Tim tries resurrecting his friends again. It works in an unsuspected way. Or, the fic where Tim becomes a dad.

A/n - I made myself sad. You’re welcome.

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Nothing had changed and Tim doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Bruce was back but it wasn’t enough and Tim’s being selfish and he knows that but he doesn’t care.

Bruce is back and Tim still isn’t wanted. Bruce is back and everything should be better because someone Tim loves is back again, breathing again, alive again when nobody else is. (Steph, Bart, Kon, Jack, Dana, Janet-) Bruce is back and Tim should feel better, not great but better. He doesn’t.

There’s no apologies, no thank you’s for bringing Bruce back. Truth be told he didn’t want any of those things, all he wanted was to be acknowledged.

Acknowledged that he was still apart of the family, acknowledged that he wasn’t crazy, acknowledged that he was still needed and wanted. He didn’t get any of those things so he tried to stay useful, even if he’ll only ever be second best.

He tried and he tried but he only ever ended up second best and sometimes, not even that. He wasn’t good enough, Tim knew that but he wanted to know why. What was he doing wrong?

Did he need to be a better vigilante? More skilled and deadly? He could do that, he would do anything if they just told him why he wasn’t useful enough. He needed to know what he was doing wrong.

He wanted it to go back to the old days. Where he was still Robin and he was useful and needed. He wanted it to go back where Bruce gave him smiles, no matter how small. He wanted to back to the days where Dick would call him little brother and mean it. But that wasn’t going to happen, was it? Tim knew it wouldn’t.

Nothing significant happened today but for reasons that didn’t make any logical sense to Tim, he was crouched in a corner of his apartment. His hands were pulling at his hair and his breathing was coming out harsh and haggard. He felt like he wasn’t breathing and his skin was too tight and uncomfortable. His shoulders were shaking and he lowered his head, sucking in a harsh breath through his teeth.

Nothing and everything was wrong. Everything had just built up and Tim should be able to handle it, he was required to handle it. Instead he was curled up in a dark corner of his trashed apartment and trying not to scream.

One too many times had he been brushed off. One too many times he was talked down at, like he was nothing but trash. One too many times have people rescheduled plans with him. One too many times people have ignored him. One too many times he’s been pulled off the shelf and dusted, only to be placed right back.

Tim squeezed his eyes shut, going limp against the wall. He wanted to feel needed, to feel loved. He wanted everything to go back to normal. Normal like being apart of the Teen Titans. Normal like hanging out with Kon and Bart. God, he missed them so much that it hurt.

Because they never pretended to want him. They never pretended they loved him. They did and they made sure Tim knew it even when he didn’t believe it. Maybe he never truly did but they never gave up. They made Tim feel wanted and now they were gone. The only two people who ever truly cared were gone and they weren’t ever coming back.

Tim let out a scream then, raw and painful and it echoed throughout his apartment and made his throat scratch in pain. He didn’t cry, couldn’t. He’s shed too many tears already. He leaned forward and smashed his back against the wall in a fit of unheeded and irrational anger.

It dissipated quickly and Tim was left feeling numb as he cracked his eyes open. He was cold and lonely, he felt like he was six again and his parents had left for another dig. Tim didn’t miss the feeling.

He trailed his eyes over his apartment lazily, sighing at all the mess. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it unnecessarily. This is what he got for having a fit.

After a minute he managed to heave himself up and start cleaning. He had nothing better to do, it wasn’t like he had plans or anything. He picked up broken pictures, threw away empty take outs, folded clean clothes, threw dirty ones in the hamper and wiped down his coffee table.

The apartment looked decent after a while except for a wooden plank sticking up. Tim sighed before crouching next to, about to pull the the thing down before a metal box caught his attention. The one with all his old photos.

Not thinking he yanked the wood of plank off and put it aside. He reached in and pulled out the medium sized steel box. Tim pressed in the code without thinking, knowing it off by heart. If the code was punched in wrong it would release a gas to destroy all the pictures and evidence in side. Call Tim paranoid but he wasn’t about to let someone get a hold of it.

The lid popped up with a hiss and Tim ruffled through the pictures, a bittersweet smile slipping on. After riffling through the photos for a while Tim noticed that there was a false bottom in the box. A frown tugged at Tim’s lips, he hadn’t remembered that.

The dimensions were slightly off for the size of storage space the box should have provided. Tim pulled out a pocketknife he kept on his person and pried the false bottom up with ease. When the contents caught Tim’s eye he froze and the false bottom slipped through his slack fingers.

Two green vials glimmered up at him. Tim’s breath hitched and he reached forward and picked one of them up. It was cold and small in his hand and he fingered the glass in disbelief. These were the spare ones of Bart and Kon. He thought they were destroyed.

He swallowed thickly and looked in the box. He picked up the other one and gently placed them next to him. There were scratch marks at the bottom of the box, barley readable. Tim squinted before he made out the word ‘spare’ and ‘keep hidden.’

His airways felt blocked. He doesn’t remember much from the night he tried in vain to bring his friends back but he does know Dick had stopped him. When they had gotten back to the manor Dick had left him in the room for a minute and Tim had scrambled for the box, something clutched tightly in his hands.

Tim shook his head and swallowed again. He knows he shouldn’t, knows it might not even work. But as he looks at the green vials on the floor he knows he won’t be able to pretend he never saw them. They are the only parts of his friends, he can’t just let that go.

He was going to be selfish and many people will get angry. Tim doesn’t think he cares as he pockets the vials in his belt of the Red Robin suit. No, he knows he doesn’t. He needs them, he always has.

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Red goes for the base where there’s no one. It’s run down and collapsed, one of the ones the bats had exploded and attempted to destroy. Tim had known from day one it wasn’t, but he never told anyone and he doesn’t know why. Maybe he does and he just won’t admit it.

There’s no fighting to get in, no traps waiting for him. Red’s still careful though, looking for any signs of a trap or anything suspicious. There isn’t so Red makes sure he’s invisible. He doesn’t want anyone finding out.

Eventually he finds his way to the pool of green. It’s significantly smaller than when the base wasn’t collapsed and destroyed. It’ll do the trick though, Red tells himself. Prays to himself. It has to.

He kneels next to the pool of green, sitting on his legs and sinking into the mud around the pit. He pulled back his cowl with a deep breath, feeling his heart hammer against his chest painfully as the green glinted at him, whispering promises that Tim wanted to desperately believe.

Instead he shook his head and pulled the vials out carefully. His fingers trembled as he uncorked the first vial.

“Come back to me, Bart.” He whispered, tipping the vial to the side. The green inside it tumbled out, splashing and swirling into the lazuras. Tim waited.

And nothing happened.

“No, no, no.” Tim shook his head and uncorked the other vial with shaky fingers. He poured it into the pit, away from the other swirling heap. “Come on, come on!”

He watched it swirl and swirl like it was teasing him and it just wasn’t fair. Why wasn’t it working? He slammed a gloved fist into the muck of dirt and glared as his ribs squeezed around his heart.

“You have to work! You worked for Jason and Damian! You have to work!” Tim was sure he was yelling but he couldn’t care less. His throat scratched and he pounded his fist into the dirt again.

“This isn’t fair! You take everything from me and expect me to live my life like normal?! You take everyone away, everyone! Can’t I just have them back, just them!”

Tim let out a scream, hunching his body forward and letting his tears slip into the lazuras. It wasn’t fair. He’s just asking for them, just them. Couldn’t he ask for this one thing.

“Please.” Tim whispered, sniffling. “I don’t deserve them, I know that. But I need them, please, just bring them back.”

Tim waited and waited before he pulled his upper body up. His legs ached at carrying all his weight but he couldn’t be bothered moving. He leaned his head back, staring at the shadows on the cave walls.

“I’m pathetic.” He whispered before laughing. “So fucking pathetic.”

Tim laughed and then it turned into a sob and the tears started again. He stared at the the cave walls still, praying to whatever gods there were to bring them back. He didn’t deserve them and they didn’t deserve dealing with him but Tim needed them. He truly did.

When his tears dried out and his muscles ached he finally got up. His legs were stiff and sore and his face felt tight and scratchy. He pulled off his dirt covered gloves and pocketed them into the belt before sighing.

He should’ve know it wouldn’t have worked. The others would have known it wouldn’t have. Always the stupid one.

Tim turned his back as a wail pierces the air, loud and fierce and his heart jumped and his body grew cold and hot in disbelief.

He flung himself around, tumbling onto the ground and crawling on his hands and knees to get to the pit. A baby rested in the shallow bit, stark naked and wailing like a newborn.

Tim’s mouth hung open and he closed it, swallowing thickly. That was the spot he poured the first vial.

He reached forward, hands shaking before he stilled them. His left hand slid under the babes head and his right wrapped around his bottom. It was a boy.

He pulled the baby up, holding it in a cradle hold he had seen plenty of times. This wasn’t the first time Tim had ever held a baby but it felt like it was. He was terrified.

Tim studied the babe, felt his stomach squeeze as his wails calmed down, eyes cracking open a bare inch. Green eyes peered up at him and Tim let out a laugh of disbelief. His eyes were green, just like Bart’s.

“Hey, buddy.” Tim whispered as another wail pierced the air just like before.

Another baby boy rested in the shallows of the pit, exactly were Tim poured the other vile. As if to confirm it Tim saw a peak of blue eyes before they shut and he let out a weaker wail.

“Come here, little one.” Tim whispered, changing his position and going cross legged. With one hand he pulled his cape off around his shoulders and laid it in his lap. Gently he placed the first babe in before reaching for the other.

It wailed a little louder when Tim first picked him up and he winched. He sighed in relief when the baby boy calmed, eyes closing and chest rising and falling. Carefully Tim held them both before looking up at the cave roof.

“Thank you.” He whispered as a stray tear trailed down his cheek.

#dc #tim drake #singledad!au #red robin #my writing #mine #batfamily #sorta #they’re about ti become another batfamily #kon and bart are dead and staying dead #steph is fake dead for the plot #oh no i made myself sad #tw: mental health #swearing

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