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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Ch. 18: Girl’s Night (Heroes/Villains)

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Teleporting back into her room in Gotham, Marinette flops onto her bed. Passing Kaalki sugar cubes and Tikki a cookie, she suppresses the urge to scream into her pillow. She was sick and tired of Hawkmoth. Sick and tired of being the one who has to fix everything. She just wanted one week with no Hawkmoth, no akuma attacks. But no. Of course not. Of course he just had to send out a stupid akuma every single day. Because why not. How’re people supposed to know he’s still being the main villain of Paris if he takes a freaking day off? Once she finds out who he is, she’s going to punch him in his stupid face. A knock on her door pulls her from her plotting ways to get back at Hawkmoth.

“Come in.” She sighs, sitting up and forcing a tired smile on her face.

“Marinette, your father wanted-” Selina starts, pausing as she looks her over. “Come on kitten, we’re having a girls day.” She says. Marinette raises an eyebrow. Sure she’d met Selina before, but they hadn’t really hung out yet.

“What?” She asks.

“You look exhausted and angry, sweetheart. Spending too much time with these boys isn’t going to help. So you’re gonna grab anything you need for an overnight trip and we’re going to go watch movies and eat junk food til we’re sick.” Selina instructs. Marinette grins, jumping up and shoving stuff into her backpack. She puts Kaalki’s glasses into her purse and lets her and Tikki fly in before she turns to Selina.

“Ready!” She says, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. It’d been ages since she’d had a girls day with anyone. She was so ready to just take a break and be silly.

“Well come on then. Harley and Ivy are going to adore you.” Selina says, slinging her arm around Marinette’s shoulders. Somehow, they manage to not see anyone on the way to Selina’s car. Which is weird, but it is a weekday so everyone probably had something to do besides sit around the manor. Pulling away from the manor, Selina flips on the radio, the new Jagged Stone song blasting full volume.

“Nice taste in music.” Marinette says with a wide grin. Selina smirks.

“I have to like the man at least a little, his designer is one of my kids after all.” She says. Marinette smiles, a warm feeling flooding through her. Selina didn’t have to accept her with open arms, she didn’t have to treat her like she was her own daughter. But she did, and Marinette was so thankful for that. Thankful that even so far away from her Maman, she still had a Mom there for her. The two nod along to the music, scream singing the chorus together as the car pulls to a stop in front of an apartment building. Marinette glances at the building, suddenly nervous. Would Harley and Ivy like her? Or would they just tolerate her for Selina.

“Don’t make yourself nervous, sweetheart. Harley and Ivy are two of the sweetest people I know. They’re gonna love you.” Selina says reassuringly, reaching over and squeezing Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette lets out a breath before nodding.

“Okay, let’s go.” She says, grabbing her bag and jumping out of the car. She follows closely behind Selina, not wanting to give anyone the chance to get between them. You could never be too careful in Gotham. They walk into the building and go straight into the elevator, Selina pushing the button and leaning up against the wall while they wait. Marinette bounces on the balls of her feet, excitement and nerves bundling together. The second the elevator stops, Marinette’s out, following Selina down the hall. She pulls out a key, winking at Marinette before turning and unlocking the door.

“Honey, I’m home!” She calls, and Marinette’s jaw drops. The apartment was quite literally covered in plants and vines. They were beautiful. She grins as one of the vines near her leans towards her, a small flower blooming at the end of it.

“And who did you bring with you?” A tall woman with red hair asks, walking into the room. The designer inside of Marinette instantly has a million questions about the woman’s outfit. It seemed to be made entirely of plants, but she could also tell that they were still alive. She had no idea how the woman had managed that, but she guessed that it was something that couldn’t be replicated for someone else.

“I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She says with a wide smile. The woman, who Marinette assumes is Ivy, grins back.

“Nice to meet you, Flower. I see you’ve already made a friend.” She says, gesturing to the vine which was now wrapped around Marinette’s wrist. Marinette giggles.

“Well, I was hoping they liked me and that’s what this was. I have a garden back in Paris, and I’d hate to find out plants actually hate me.” She says. Ivy shakes her head.

“No worries there. They adore you, it’s a little odd if I’m honest.” Ivy says, dodging Selina who tries to flick her.

“Did I hear Selina?” Another voice asks, a short blonde woman walking into the room. Her hair was short and choppy, the small pigtails at the top of her head dyed pink. Marinette grinned at the woman’s outfit- a Gotham Amusement Pier t-shirt, Batman pajama pants, and hot pink fuzzy socks. She wondered if her dad knows that Harley Quinn has Batman pj pants….probably not.

“Yes, with a guest.” Selina says, plopping onto the couch and gesturing over to Marinette, who was still standing by her new vine friend.

“Hi! I’m Marinette, it’s nice to meet you.” She says, smiling and waving with her free hand. Ivy whispers something and the vine squeezes a bit before letting go, letting her move away from the door.

“Well aren’t ya just the cutest!” Harley squeals, running forward and giving her a big hug. “Didjya finally join your boytoy’s adopting habits?” Harley adds, still clutching onto Marinette. Selina snorts.

“No, he beat me to her. But she’s definitely mine, too.” She says, making Marinette’s face turn red. Harley coos at her, ruffling her hair before stepping back.

“So what brings ya here? Get annoyed with Bats already?” Harley asks. Marinette blinks in shock. Harley knows? She thinks about it for a minute, and realizes it just makes sense. They’d been fighting long enough and then he started his relationship with Selina, who was one of Harley’s best friends. It just made sense that Harley (who was extremely smart) would put two and two together.

“No, just thought that Mari could use a girl’s day. She’s been stuck with just the boys for over a week.” Selina explains. Harley gasps.

“The horror!” She says, making Marinette giggle. “Come on pumpkin, I’ve got the comfiest jammies ever. Oooo, and we can paint our nails! Ivy, find the movies, Selina, you’re on snacks. This is gonna be so much fun!” Harley orders, grabbing Marinette’s hand and tugging her along to one of the bedrooms, Selina’s laugh echoing throughout the apartment.

“I did bring pjs, ma’am.” Marinette says, once Harley stops tugging her and starts searching through a drawer.

“Bet that can’t be comfier than the ones I’ve got for ya! And call me Harley kiddo, or Auntie Harley if ya wanna.” She says, looking up from the drawer to smile widely. She looks back and cheers in victory, pulling out a pair of bright red pajama pants. Marinette snorts when she notices the logo all over the pants.

“Really?” She asks, giggling. Harley smirks.

“We’ll have to take a picture of us and send it to your old man. Really get ‘im riled up.” She says. Marinette nods excitedly, taking the Robin pants from Harley. This was gonna be awesome.

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Bruce sighs, looking at the news report from Paris from earlier. The damned butterflies were hard to track. He was used to figuring out problems quickly, and this one was taking too long for comfort. It wouldn’t bother him as much if it was anywhere else, but it was directly impacting his daughter. She was being hurt daily, and she’d even died and now she was plagued with nightmares. All because of a man with some magic jewelry. God, he hated magic. A knock on the study door stirs him from his thoughts.

“Come in.” He says.

“Hey B, have you seen Mari? I was gonna ask her if she wanted to go get ice cream with me and Little D.” Dick asks, leaning against the door frame, Damian standing next to him with his arms crossed.

“Not since breakfast. There was another akuma attack earlier, but it wasn’t a bad one. She wasn’t injured.” He says, remembering the completely strange battle from earlier. It was some man with pigeons, and apparently this was the 34th time the man had been akumatized over pigeons.

“Did you not check her room after the battle?” Damian asks, eyebrow quirked. Bruce sighs.

“It was the pigeon one again. I assumed that she’d want to take a nap, if anything. She still hasn’t been sleeping well. Tim said she’s awake every morning when he comes up for coffee, whether it’s three or five, she’s up.” Bruce explains, frowning at the thought of his youngest daughter’s sleep habits. He certainly didn’t need another sleep deprived coffee addict like Tim. It wasn’t healthy.

“Well I already checked her room. She wasn’t there.” Dick says, and Bruce frowns, pulling out his phone to send a text to Tim and call Jason. One of them had to have seen her. She never left the house without telling one of the family, unless it was for a battle.

“What.” Jason says gruffly, Bruce is just grateful he answered. Up until a couple of months ago, Jason would have rather thrown his phone in the river than answer one of Bruce’s calls.

“Have you seen Marinette?” He asks, getting straight to the point.

“No? Why? What’s wrong?” Jason asks, and Bruce hears shuffling as Jason rushes around wherever it is he is.

“Nothing. I’ll call you back.” He says, hanging up. He glances down at his texts and notices Tim hasn’t seen her either. He frowns, but doesn’t panic yet. Pulling out his computer, he pulls up the tracker that was on each of his children’s phones. He scans the map, frowning when he sees that her phone is still in the manor. In her room. He stands and swiftly moves past his sons to get to his daughter’s room. He knocks, waiting for an answer. None.

“Marinette?” He calls, knocking again. “I’m opening the door.” He warns, pushing it open. He frowns at the empty room, nothing appearing out of place.

“Do you think she had to pop back to Paris for something?” Dick asks, coming up behind him. Bruce shakes his head.

“No, she would have told us. Suit up, she has to be somewhere in-” He stops as his phone chimes. He looks at it and feels all of the tension leave his shoulders.

Took our youngest daughter for a girl’s day, back tomorrow XO. Of course Selina had her.

“She’s with the Sirens. She’ll be back tomorrow.” Bruce says, suppressing a smile at the annoyed look on his youngest’s face. She was safe, and that’s what matters. Even if he was certain he’d have to listen to Damian complain for the entirety of patrol.

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“Make all the boy moose go WAAAAAAAAA!” Harley says with the movie, laughing loudly. Marinette chuckles, passing Tikki a cookie in her purse before sticking another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“I still like the first one more.” Selina says, taking a sip of her wine. Harley sticks her tongue out at her before turning her attention back to the movie.

“Do you think Mia is secretly a superhero?” Marinette asks, frowning in thought.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Ivy asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Even Harley pauses the movie to turn and stare at her.

“Stan Lee.” Marinette says with a shrug.

“Is that s’posed to mean something to me, kid? Cause I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” Harley says, obviously confused. Marinette huffs.

“Stan Lee makes a cameo in this movie. And Stan Lee is the creator of Marvel, right? He’s made a cameo in like, every single Marvel movie. So is Mia secretly a superhero? Is that why he’s in the movie?” Marinette rambles, almost flinging ice cream at Selina as she gestures crazily.

“Sweetie, how much sleep have you had in the past three days?” Selina asks after a few moments of silence.

“Not important. Is Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia, also a superhero? Does she secretly work for SHIELD? Or is she more like Iron Man, like a freelance superhero? Was she a hero in San Francisco too? Or did she take over a hero's mantle when she moved to Genovia? Cause she was really clumsy in the first movie and also super awkward, but now she’s less clumsy and she seems to be more put together, but are heroes really put together? I don’t think so. I think sometimes heroes pretend that they’re put together to make everyone else feel better when in all reality they’re seconds away from a breakdown themselves. Is Stan Lee coming to recruit her for SHIELD? Is that why he’s in Genovia? Does SHIELD have any jurisdiction there? Is there a Genovian branch of SHIELD?” Marinette rambles, suddenly stuck on the topic. Seriously, why is Stan Lee in Princess Diaries 2 if Mia isn’t a hero? Why would he-

“Kitten, take a breath.” Selina says, her hands on Marinette’s shoulders helping her to ground herself. Marinette takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She blinks a few times, instantly feeling bad.

“I’m so sorry.” She says, frowning.

“What for?” Harley asks, looking confused.

“For ruining girl’s night.” She says quietly. Selina pulls her into a tight hug and Marinette sinks into it.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t ruin anything. I don’t know everything that’s going on. But what I do know, is that you rambling out a conspiracy theory about the movie we’re watching is not ruining girl’s night. Trust me. One time, we invited your brother Dick, and he ate all of the cookies by himself.” Selina says, Marinette snorts. Of course he did. “Now that’s a way to ruin girl’s night.” She adds, squeezing her once more before leaning back.

“Let's watch something that we can just get lost in and not have to think at all.” Ivy suggests, looking through the stack of dvd’s. Marinette glances over, eyes instantly catching one of her favorite movies.

“Legally Blonde?” She suggests, Harley squeals.

“That’s it, you’re officially ours. Brucie can fight me.” She says, putting in the dvd. Marinette laughs, laying her head on Selina’s shoulder, grabbing a handful of popcorn. She could get used to nights like these.

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dork-empress · 3 years

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Singing In The Dead Of Night Ch 2

Harley and Barman set up a playdate for their wards.

forgive the long post, i'll edit and clean it up when im home. chapter can also be found on my ao3, url in the description.

Harley made it back home, which was actually the manor of some billionaire who only really used the house for tax purposes. Harley had taken it over when Lucy came to live with her, deciding she needed more room, and they quickly changed it to suit their needs.

“Luuuucyyyy, I’m hooooome,” Harley called out to the manor, heading through the living room/gymnasium.

Lucy was balancing on the beam by her hands. “Never heard that one before.” She went into the splits and stayed on one hand.

Harley looked over her form. “Point your toes more...there ya go.” Lucy did as recommended. “I got candy for dinner!” She dumped her stolen lollipops on the table.

“I already ate, Aunt Harley,” she said, “I made extra pasta if you want.” She pointed over to the kitchen, before switching hands and flipping herself over.

“Oh,” Harley said, going over to make a plate, but feeling like ants were crawling in her skin. “You know, you don’t have to call me your aunt when it’s just the two of us,” She said, swirling her fork through the noodles.

Lucy shrugged, “Force of habit. Plus it’s a good idea in general, ya know, in case someone’s secretly listening in or we mess up some other time.”

Harley shrugged her shoulders. “Makes sense,” and it did, but it still kind of hurt. “You can have the lollipops for dessert though. You like cherry?” She tossed her the red candy.

Lucy looked down at the wrapper a second. “Can’t, I’m allergic to the red dye.”

“Oh,” Harley said, silently cursing herself. That was something that mothers should know about their kids, allergies and crap. “Well. Lemon then?”

“Sure!” They traded the lollipops, and Harley sucked on hers between bites of the pasta. Sweet and savory combined, delicious.

Lucy swung her legs as she sat on the beam. “Does...my father have any allergies?”

Harley blinked at her. Did Joker have any allergies? It was hard to say. Even now, Harley didn’t know a lot about the Joker. That’s how he liked it. “Best not to talk about it,” she said instead, “In case of those listening things or whatever.”

Lucy hummed, but didn’t seem satisfied. “Hey,” Harley said, trying to distract her from the ‘dad’ talk, “You wanna go out with me tomorrow?”

Lucy brightened, jumping a bit, “Where are you gonna go?”

“I dunno,” she said, “Go lookin’ for trouble. Let the trouble find me. Punch out a couple people but only if they REALLY deserve it!” And maybe if they only kinda deserved it, Harley thought.

Lucy hummed again, thinking. “I dunno. I think violence often begets further violence, and while it is occasionally necessary, efforts should focus more on the community building and personal improvement area.”

Harley blinked at her. Right, she was a reader, Delia had mentioned that. Not unlike Harley at her age, really, although Harley had focused on psychoanalysis instead of philosophy. “Ah, of course,” she said, “Well, what do you wanna do?”

Lucy thought for a second. “Well, there was this girl I wanted to go inspire to fight her eating disorder.”

“Oh,” Harley said nodding. It was a noble cause, really, but...also seemed really, really boring. “I...sure!” she smiled.

The truth was, when Lucy came out to live with Harley full time, she had really thought they would be a lady dynamic duo, a proper partnership mother/daughter team. But Lucy wasn’t much like Harley. Or, she was but, she was different, a goody two-shoes. Or, a goody tutu. Ha.

More than that, she followed a strange sense of logic that was oddly reminiscent of...Harley didn’t even finish the thought.

“You don’t want to go, do you?” Lucy asked.

“Hmm? Of course I do!” Harley said, “I’d do anything with you sweetheart,” she gave Lucy a wink, then went to the kitchen to hide her facial expression.

She didn’t see that Lucy had followed her until she was directly behind her. “Oh, Jesus!” She said, clutching her heart, “Gotta look out there, sweetie. Almost brained ya!”

“Is Dad like me at all?” she asked, head tilted to the side.

Harley blinked at her. She felt like her bones were shaking inside her skin. “Why would you ask a thing like that?”

Lucy spun a little in place making her tutu swish. “I’ve been reading about him. People think he’s crazy. I mean, he says it. But that’s not what your records say.”

Harley frowned, backing away as though physical distance would get her out of the conversation. “What’re you goin through my records for? What, are you a snoop?”

“They got published after one of your arrests,” Lucy said, “Other people were more interested in the little notes you left in the margins, but--”

“Alright, stop.” Harley said, hand clutching her lollipop stick so tight it might break. “Look, Mr...your father is mean and cruel and manipulative, and nothing like you! He wants to drive other people crazy, and for some people, self included, he succeded. But I grew out of it as best I could and now...you don’t need to worry about him, ok? He ain’t ever gonna know about ya, and he ain’t ever gonna find ya. Got it?”

Lucy hesitated a second and there was something strange in her eyes. Something familiar. “Got it,” she finally said.

Harley lightened, smiling at her. “Why don’t we play a game or somethin? You like Monopoly? I make up my own rules!”

Lucy smiled, “That sounds nice,” she said, all bright again. As they set up the game, Lucy said, “You don’t have to come with me tomorrow, by the way. I can take care of myself.”

“You sure?” Harley asked. Lucy nodded. For the rest of the evening, Harley felt like something was…off.

She slipped the burner phone out of her pocket. She typed, ‘Wanna set up a playdate?’

“She called it a WHAT?!” Damian said, nose wrinkled in disgust.

“Aww,” Tim said, over by the batcave computer, “Little Damian’s got a plaaayydaaate.”

“I will end you, Drake.” Damian snarled, fingers twitching for his sword.

“Enough,” Bruce interrupted the both of them. “Damian, if it helps you can think of it as a mission.”

“I thought I was forbidden from Robin duties for the next two months.” Damian said, arms crossed.

Bruce groaned. “Harley has taken in a ward, her niece Lucy. She has some petty crime charges, but from my recon, she’s not a villain. Harley wants her to spend time with someone her age, and I need someone who will watch over her.”

“Watch out for her, or watch out because of her?” Damian asked, scowling.

“Oooh, good question,” Tim said, still at the computer. “Hey, how come you didn’t set me up with vigilante kids?”

“Because you found them on your own,” Bruce shot back, “Look. Damian, you just have to spend the day with her. Follow her around, help her out as long as it’s not hurting anyone. Don’t let her get killed. Invite Jon if you want.”

“Uggh, Jon’s off world with his Dad,” Damian said.

“Oh right,” Bruce said, massaging his temple. “Why do interdimensional crises have to happen at the worst times?”

“Why is it we need a plural for interdimensional crisis?” Tim asked.

Bruce gave him a side glance to let him know he was coming up on the line that breached from ‘annoying’ to ‘problem Bruce will deal with.’ “Damian…”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” he said, “But I won’t be her friend by you forcing us.”

“Fine.”

They met up with Harley at a neutral location downtown on top of a party goods store. “Hiya Batsy, Hey Bird Boy!”

Despite himself, Damian liked Harley. She was usually of a like mind about which villains did or didn’t deserve to live, but he didn’t tell Batman that. “Harley,” Batman said, “Where’s your niece?”

“Just doin some high-wire practice.” Harley said, “Lucy-goosey!”

From the side of the building, a girl faulted up from where she was hanging on the flagpole. A girl wearing a tutu and white paint. “Nice to meet you, Batman,” Lucy said, “Aunt Harley’s told me….a lot of mixed things.”

“YOU!” Damian said, before he could stop himself, and all three of the others turned to him.

Lucy trotted forward on her tiptoes. “Have we met?” She asked, tilting her head, and looking him up and down.

Damian swallowed. “Uhh….”

“Blackbird!” Lucy said, and swooped him up into a hug, “Oh, I knew you were a Robin, why’d you lie to me?”

“Blackbird, huh?” Batman said, and he couldn’t see, but he knew there was a very pointed eyebrow being raised at him.

Damian, still being swung like a ragdoll by Lucy, tried to gain his balance. “I didn’t...I mean I wasn’t…”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Batman said, “You kids go on, I have something to talk about with Harley.”

“Kids?!” Damian said, offended, especially that he was going to be left out of whatever this conversation was. But in doing so, he left himself vulnerable as Lucy pulled on his cowl to the edge of the building.

“Come on, birdy, whatever color you are. The city awaits!” And she jumped from the roof, grappling on outcroppings to reach the street safely. Damian grumbled, but eventually followed.

Harley looked to Batman, and her face fell. “He’s out there, isn’t he?”

Batman gave one slow nod.

Lucy skipped everywhere. It was very irritating, because it was faster than walking, but slower than running, so hard to keep pace. Also,it was just very perky, which made it hard to sulk.

Lucy claimed she had deliveries to make around town. Something about girls who were bullies in high school and were treating others poorly, but it was only because of the societal pressures that were put on young girls of America and...and thats about where Damian lost interest.

She carried a cartfull of boxes like a damn girlscout, and left them on the girls doors. Damian could have followed in his sleep...except there was something about one of the boxes….

“What’s in that one?” Damian asked as she brought it to the next home.

“Huh?” Lucy said, “Same thing as in all of them, some cookies, a letter, balloons of course and--”

“It’s beeping,” Damian said.

“What?”

Damian didn’t wait any longer, he grabbed the box out of her arms and tossed it as high into the sky as he could, tackling her to the ground. The box then exploded.

Lucy gasped in excitement, clapping her hands together. “Birdy, look at it! It’s fireworks!”

Damian growled, jumping off of her and taking out his sword. “I knew it, I knew you were up to no good.”

Lucy tilted her head. “Whatcha talkin about, Birdy?”

“You--” He pointed to where the box was still smoldering. “You were going to put a BOMB on that girl’s doorstep!”

“I didn’t put that there,” Lucy said, getting up with no care of the sword pointed at her.

“You-” Damian stammered. “What?”

Lucy bent down and picked up a scrap of paper from the ruins. “Change of plans for the evening, Birdy!” Lucy said, “We’re going puzzling!”

She tossed the paper at him and he grabbed it quickly. It read ‘I’ve the tallest of trunks and thickest of stumps, a switch in the breeze, but I’m no tree. What am I?’”

They came quickly to the elephant pasture at the zoo. Damian couldn’t help it, he held out his hand for the elephant. She reached out her trunk and wrapped it around him. He couldn’t help but laugh.

Her baby came forward this time, trotting on new steps. He was already the size of a small horse, but he stole Damian’s heart all the same. He tried to bowl Damian over like a large puppy, and Damian couldn’t help but laugh. “Didn’t know you could laugh, Birdy,” Lucy said, kneeling over a shady patch in the enclosure.

Damian’s scowl returned. “Stop calling me ‘Birdy,’” he said, “You can just say ‘Robin,’ if you want.”

“But aren’t there other Robins?” Lucy said, fiddling with something, “I’d love to call you something unique to you.”

“There’s already a Blackbird, you know.” Damian said, continuing to pet the baby elephant.

“There is?” Lucy asked, “Picking a superhero name is HARD. I’m still trying to get Commedia to stick. You know, like, Commedia del arte? But I’ll end up getting called ‘Tutu girl’ or something if I don’t watch out.”

Damian gently pushed the elephant away, seeing what she was doing. She was hands deep in another box like the one they’d found in her cart. “Careful, it could be another bomb.”

“Fireworks,” Lucy corrected, “and I already diffused it.”

Damian leaned down, looking. She had indeed done so, quite efficiently. “How did you know to do that?”

Lucy smiled, “An uncle of mine taught me. You’ll meet him.” She dug further into the box. “I wouldn’t mind some more fireworks, but I don’t want to scare the elephants.” She pulled out another slip of paper.

“This has all the hallmarks of The Riddler,” Damian said, “We have to be careful. He might have bombs all over the city.”

“Fireworks!” Lucy corrected again, “And, probably. See, we already have the next clue!” She waved the paper and read out “Can you hear me make a sound, only when you are around.”

“Of course you can only hear things when you’re around.” Damian said, frowning.

“But only when someone’s around does it make a...Oh!” Lucy said, jumping to her feet, “An echo! We have to go somewhere there’s an echo!”

Damian sighed, “I have an idea.”

Technically they weren’t IN the Bat cave. They were at a far entrance to it, another end of the cave system. So he wasn’t breaking any rules. “Hey, is that Wayne Manor?” Lucy asked. “I tried to break in there once, but they have some crazy rich person security system.”

“Funny that.” Damian said, trying to seem completely ordinary.

Lucy stood at the edge of the cave and yelled into it. “ECHO!” listening for the echo in return. She skipped into the cave, humming all the way, the sound bouncing off as she went.

“Lucy?” Damian said, following her, “Don’t go too far, there’s all sorts of--” He heard a squeal and rushed forward.

He stopped short, his flashlight falling on Lucy. She waved at him to put it down, squinting. “Look here!” She brushed aside some dirt to find some rusted over metal. “Isn’t it fascinating! This cave system must go on for miles! Maybe people hid treasure there!”

“It’s just the old mining system,” Damian said, truthfully. “It’s all blocked off.”

“That can’t be hard to undo,” Lucy said, intrigued by whatever lay beyond.

Damian grabbed her hand before she could continue. “We have to catch the Riddler. There has to be another package here.”

Lucy sighed, but nodded. She took his arm with the flashlight and swung him around the cave. “Ah! There.”

She took the package and skipped out of the cave. “Careful!” Damian urged. “Come on, just diffuse it.”

“Nope, not these ones.” She tossed the package high in the sky, and Damian saw the fireworks light up.

He felt his phone buzzing, no doubt Tim could hear an explosion out here, not to mention Alfred. They’d come investigating fast enough. He leaped up, grabbing the fallen slip of paper, and grabbed Lucy again to pull her along. He read it quickly and passed it to her as he made his way away. “Even in the city scape, nature comes to take its place.” Lucy read. “It must be the park!”

“No,” Damian said, still pulling her, “I mean, yes, that is the answer to the riddle, but that’s not where we’re going.” He texted the police to inform them of the location of the hidden package so they could diffuse it, and dragged Lucy away.

The original Gotham Ice Cream shop was one of the oldest remaining buildings in Gotham, although was clearly closed for the night.

Damian saw a flash of green from the kitchens and rushed inside, finding none other than the Riddler standing there. “Stand down, Riddler,” Damian said, holding out his sword, “We’ve got you now!”

Riddler snarled, backing into a defensive stance. “Robin! How did you possibly find me?”

Damian smirked, “The beginning of each clue was clearly spelling out your final location. I-C-E. I didn’t need to follow 5 more clues to figure that out.”

Riddler cursed. “Those clues weren’t for you! They were for--!”

Lucy came skipping up to join Damian. “Hi, Uncle Eddy!”

“Lucille!” Riddler said, immediately warming. “I had so many sights around Gotham for you to see, why’d you go skipping to the end?”

Lucy skipped up to him, and Damian was once again left dumbfounded. “My friend Birdy here isn’t much for riddles, I think,” she said, “Although he enjoyed the elephants! And he knew about the mining carts in the caves, I want to explore those later.”

‘Uncle Eddy’ hugged Lucy, and Damian came to his senses, “THIS is your uncle?!”

Lucy shrugged, “I mean, that’s what I call him. I met him when I was visiting Aunt Harley a few years ago.”

“I heard you had moved to Gotham full time,” Riddler said, “I wanted to be sure you saw the sights. But the bat-brats have to ruin everything I suppose.” Riddler glared at him, and he glared right back.

“I don’t-” Damian started, but cut himself off, “You can’t just be leaving BOMBS around the city!”

“Fireworks!” Lucy and Riddler both corrected.

“Whatever! They’re explosive and they’re dangerous!” Damian hated having to be the safety one. It felt wrong.

Riddler rolled his eyes. “He’s just as much a barrel of laughs as the big one.”

“Aw, he’s sweet, really,” Lucy said, coming over to Damian and linking their arms. “Aunt Harley and Batman set us up on our own little playdate.”

“It is NOT!” Damian said, squirming away from her, “It is NOT a playdate.”

“Uncle Eddy, can my friend Birdy have some Ice Cream too?” Lucy asked, ignoring him.

Riddler and Damian glared again. “Fine.” He pushed his own bowl of ice cream towards Damian and went to get his own. “It’s MYSTERY flavor!”

Damian looked at it hesitantly as Lucy sat down to enjoy. Riddler went back to the kitchen. “It’s coconut,” Lucy said, “But Uncle Eddy likes to think it’s a mystery, so I let him.”

Damian frowned at her. “You’re really weird.”

“Thank you!” Lucy said, patting the seat beside her. “Come on, even you had to admit you had fun today.”

Damian thought about the elephants, and skipping around with Lucy, and watching the fireworks at the mouth of the cave, and seeing her all excited about mining carts for some reason. “Fine,” he said, “But it’s NOT a playdate.”

“Alright, alright,” Lucy said, digging into her ice cream. “Just a regular date then.”

“I--” Damian started, his head exploding with so many protests that he ended up just short circuiting. Lucy continued chowing down on ice cream like she didn’t say anything of importance. So, Damian just sat beside her, and ate his own.

#lucy quinzel #damian wayne #batman #harley quinn #dc fanfic

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we-dragons · 3 years

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 6 Damian x reader

Professor X sat in his wheelchair glancing around the room he hums his eyes pouring over all that there was finally landing on Robin. He gives me a look gesturing over at him.

"He informed me about The Crows sir, apparently they have gone under the radar, they've killed three people and the system didn't go off. At first, I thought we still had time, I treated a wound he had it he had come in contact with one and fought it. You know like how Wolverine did, I treated the cut and it's gone, but I was sure they were still in the dream state. But he got injured saving those left how survived probably not far from here, but the fact we didn't even receive the ring can only mean...they've returned under complete control again."

Concern fills the face of professor X, he turns to Robin, who shifts uncomfortably by the entrance of my kitchen. "Who are you then?"

"Robin."

The professor nods not even turning from his spot, he looks over Robin as if completing an inspection.

"How much does this Robin Know Dreki, about you, and The Crows?"

"I told him about the Jal-sein, the old race before the collective mind sharing, and he knows about my box of scales." Professor sighs.

"How did you meet him."

"When he broke through my window last week, infected."

"You gave him some scales to purge poison."

"Yes sir."

"Very good," He moves back to his original spot in the middle of the room. "You have been permitted to stop them at all costs if you must. Your uncle will be here soon to help you kill whatever has brought them back, in the meantime try not to use the stones. We don't want to attract more trouble than what has already been done."

"You're allowing me to put my powers to use?"

"As long as you don't wear it out, vibranium is not easy to turn into clothing."

"What a minute!" Robin's voice carried out through the room. "Just what's going on?"

"Robin," Professor X starts. "your world is being invaded by the Crow so that you become one of the many planets they have drained of life. And to do it they need a vessel that can contain the leader of the Jal-sein, Hok'mor." Professor X looks at him, his use

"And?" Robin says his face remaining unreadable

"I was the vessel, I escaped, destroyed the flagship and the army they had." I shiver moving out from my room to the box still lying on the kitchen table. "They were after the life of my home, so then I became a weapon for my planet." I pull out a bag of coins from the box.

"And what do you intend to do now (Y/N), destroy them yourself." Robin stands in the entryway, professor X stands behind him.

"Yes," I turn to him a chakram and the bag of coins in hand. "so unless you know how to obliterate a bird in 15 seconds or less you need to forget this ever happened and never come back."

"So, why tell me any of this, why tell me about anything why expose yourself?"

"So you can tell your family and friends and hopefully, just maybe you can survive. Because knowing them keeps them out of your head, but too much knowing allows them to enter." I pick up Nightmare, he crawls up to my shoulder and I head out of the kitchen, Robin makes room for me but just barely. I open my closet and pull out the last thing I have, two letters one written in my mother's signature ink and the other in my own handwriting, I hold them out to the professor.

"You know there is nowhere left for me to run professor if I end out getting caught...I just want him to have this. In my letter, papers are containing the custody terms for my brother to Uncle. I just need you to grab them to complete the transfer." Professor X slowly takes the letters where they rematerialize on his side.

"Good-bye Dreki, I will see that these get to your Brother."

Professor fades out of the com, and it clicks turning off, I pick it off the floor and slip it into the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled out the chakram ready to leave a mark on my hand, I only needed a little bit of blood to completely transform when Robin coughs gaining my attention. He leans against the wall to the left of me now glaring at my form, Nightmare growls at the boy from the corner of my eye I see his fangs getting slightly bigger.

"Are you making it a habit to ignore me while I'm here?"

"No, But I do need you to leave, you can't stay here anymore." I begin to push him out the door in the kitchen, he slaps my hands away confusion leaving his face replacing it's with anger. He open's his mouth and I put a magic orange circle on his head.

"You Robin son of batman, found this information interrogating one of the monsters. It spoke in a language that was foreign but somehow understood all of it. You have made no such connection to the girl Y/N M/N, you did not see a man from another dimension, you came back to thank her for her help you had some tea and you were just leaving." I flick my hand and the circle vanishes, his head lowers for a moment as the information in his head readjusts. He moves to the balcony edge turning to face me the scowl returned to his face.

"Thank you for the tea." he pulls out a grappling hook and leaves without another word. I sigh moving to the same device I used to contact the professor. Picking it up I hold it to my mouth.

"Find me the closest thing to a sorcerer supreme, name and whereabouts contact them when you get there."

I toss it back onto the floor and it roars to life to give me a purple image of the earth and orange magic circles to tracking and moving. I move to my couch and fall asleep waiting for this day to take me.

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I wake the next day with the globe still searching for my request I sigh and get ready for work. I thank god that it's just the coffee shop below me, I work on the weekends mostly unless they need an extra member of staff then it's just me and the older lady and her husband. They both owned the building and the shop they helped me get the apartment set up and showed me how to work the coffee machines. I don't really drink coffee though after seeing what a raving maniac my dad became without it, also it was just so bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it. I partially blame my heightened scenes that came with my abilities, so I got free white hot chocolates and any extra flavors I wanted as long as I did my job and chatted with them for a while.

I asked them personally to stay away while I was sick, so they wouldn't be affected. When I get down the stairs Martha, the elderly lady beams thankful that I'm feeling better.

"I so glad you are doing well dear, I know the acidity in our rain makes you sick so Glenn and I got you this umbrella." She hands me a purple umbrella that still has a tag on it, it reads for sun and rain.

"You didn't have to do this Martha, I told you I'm not good with gifts, you already let me stay here on the government's program and gave me a job here, you and Glenn have already done so much." She pushes the umbrella farther into my chest.

"No you do so much for us, you work without complaint, you've also taken care of us and our granddaughter when she came over. When you were sick we were so worried about you so you going to take it or I can give you more gifts."

"Thank you very much."I smile brightly. She pats my shoulder and gestures to the counter to start the machines.

Once all the machines are started, the desserts are placed and the base coffees are made I open shop. Customers come in and some lounge around in the chairs or couches drinking coffees and either studying or chatting with their friends. Molly usually comes on Sunday as one of our regulars, so I would see her then. A few of our regulars are happy to see I'm back at work one of the other tenants gave me a green bean casserole and a hug. It's 5 O'clock and I make a cappuccino as I finish I hear the door open and the bell ring on the counter.

The black-haired blue-eyed male I had gotten to know as detective Richard Grayson, came in every other day at 5, he normally talks often while I tried to take his order. So I memorized what he usually gets so he doesn't block the register so I can still make the register.

"Hey Y/N I'll take the usual."

"I thought so," I hand him his drink " one cappuccino."

He takes his coffee and moves to the bar we have set up if you wanted to watch the process and it's only then I see the other people behind him, one pissed-off looking male with a cigarette in his mouth, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. I look back to Richard he smiles at me leaning onto the bar.

"They came with me this time, It's family bonding time."

"You mean you dragged us out of the house to grab a coffee from this place cause you have a schedule."

"It's bonding Jason! Bonding!"

The two began arguing in the shop, I return my attention to the other two boys. Tim as at the counter puts a ten-dollar bill on the counter, while Damian does the same.

"Give me a regular coffee, black, large cup."

"Tea, no sugar, regular size."

Their voices crowed each other but since this happens frequently it was easy enough to at least get their orders down.

"Sure here's your change." I look back to the two arguing and I see Jason didn't put out his cigarette. He taps it and the ash of his drug falls to the floor.

Sighing I move out of the workspace gabbing a tong and a wastebasket, I take out the cigarette and throw it in the bin now gaining the full attention of Jason. I give him a stern look he seemed to freeze, bitting back any words he might have prepared to say before.

"Sir, I am not sure if I made we've previously made It but there is a strict no smoking policy. As you see we have many elderly, and young children in our establishment." I smile but I know my face is full of malice. "But please enjoy your stay at our cozy corner of our fine and fair city." I move back behind the counter start on some of my orders, I look at Jason again the smile still on my face.

"Would you like anything?" He gives me an odd look.

"White hot chocolate, Large," he nods his head over at Richard. "Put it on his tab."

"We don't have a tabs sir, he works for the police."

"So?"

"He gets Free coffee." He gawks at me as if I told him the sky was black, and I see Richard trying to contain his laughter.

"You give that guy free coffee?"

"It's a store policy." I pass out the coffee and the tea and I see from the corner of my eye he pulls out a flask. I grab the tongs again and clap them together, Jason looks at me then grumbles putting the flask back in his jacket, and instead pulls out a five and hands it to me. I take it from him gingerly and head straight to work on his order. I hand him both his spare change and his drink, and the complimentary cookie bag that came with it. He gives me another look.

"They come with a drink." I leave and continued my chores around the shop.

"You are doing much better (m/n)." I whip my head around and look at Damian who's behind me on the other side of the counter. His companions seemed to be in deep conversation amongst themselves.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine, it happens occasionally but nothing like a good cup of tea and a few nights rest couldn't fix." I go back to cleaning the counter.

"You were sick for much longer than that."

"Yeah...it happens." I change the topic to "Did you think of anything for the project?"

"Why not make a model, there is not really much to do with it anyway." I gasp dramatically.

"Not much to do with an astrolabe! You clearly didn't read the whole paper!" By now I have caught the attention of his group. Damian frowns.

"No, your paper was written very well, I just don't think we need to dwell too much on this project seeing as how we really are not presenting." I had heard that bit from Molly.

"I suppose your right." I put away the cleaning supplies and turn back to him. "I'll get started on a model right away!"

"You will do no such thing." His voice is stern. "I will come back later and work on it with you," He moves his chair back and heads out the door.

His companions follow quickly after him and they say their goodbyes.

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As promised, he came a few hours later right as my shift ended and another person came for the second half of the day. I moved the glowing tracker to my room so it wouldn't gather any extra attention.

"I have supplies, what is all of that?" my brows furrow staring at the bulging plastic bag in his hand while I turn the keys in my locks. opening the door.

"I wasn't sure if you were prepared." He moves to the door, my arm shoots in his way stopping him.

"I wouldn't go in quite yet."

"What?"

I put a finger to my lips and crouch slowly to the floor, I shake the key in my hand then slid them across the floor. A ball of black attacks the object just as it crosses the doorway. Nightmare attacks the keys rolling around and bitting.

"Ah yes, observe the feral kitten in his natural habitat." I walk inside the door beckoning Damian to follow. "I would beware he is an ankle bitter. You can set up in the living room I'll just drop this guy off in my room."

"Does he attack all the time?"

"He's been like that since I picked him up, I don't blame him he was born in a rough neighborhood." I set Nightmare on the bed next to the floating version of earth. "Watch it make sure it finishes." then head to the living room. Damian has all his stuff set out on the table. There was veneer, paper, paint, some nails, an Exacto knife, a hammer, and a bag of pipe cleaners.

"This looks like stuff to make a birdhouse," I try and pick up some of the wood that was on the table." you realize cardboard, scissors, and a sharpie would have been enough."

"And here I thought you like polished and neat projects."

"yeah, but even with cheap materials you can still create a masterpiece."

"You don't do anything nice for yourself self do you?"

"Dude the most expensive thing I own is a cat who attacks me." I sigh, I sketch out a design for the astrolabe. "Well, why don't you start on the Mater, I'll get to work on the plate for our side of America."

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"3 hours of hard work and I got to say it's not bad." I hold the fished product, It's attached to a string of green yarn. "The calculations are down to point." I put it down, I clean up the mess that's on the floor of the living room.

"About the last time we saw each other, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you probably knew about me from the news already, the big myste#wayne#scifi#damian#bruce#bats#fanfiction#xreader#characterxreader#jason todd#tim drake#character x reader#mxf#fxm#batboys#batboys x reader#Damianxreader#X reader#DC#Marvel#MarvelxReader#DCxreader#batfam#mutants#Damian Wayne x reader ry of the missing journals. So many interviews." I dump the trash in the kitchen, saying that last part mostly to my self.

"You forgive too easily."

"I'm not as forgiving as you think, honestly you view me too highly it that's what you believe. Would you like something before you leave?"

"No, but I have something for you before I go." I open the door to my room and let Nightmare out.

"Oh?" He's already at the door and pulls a shiny gold card from his pocket, he hands it to me.

"Father thought it would be good to meet you."

"Because I'm the daughter of a famous dead professor, is he going to ask about the journals too?"

"No, this is to apologize for my previous behavior."

"Oh," I take the card looking at it uneasily. "I don't think I can go to this, I don't do well at parties."

"Not a very good excuse." He smirks.

"I'll think about it." I push him out the door and give him the Astrolabe, closing the door slowly. " I'll see you at school."

I look at the card again, It's like the parties mom went to I knew them well. While some were nice, others were nice only in their face. I laugh slightly to myself, Molly already called me earlier telling me I was her plus one to the same thing. This was already suspicious enough as it is. I look at Nightmare who cocks his head at me.

"You think I should go, don't you?" the furball nods

"Fine. I was going to be forced into this anyway."

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rhub4rb · 4 years

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Warmth

Y’all remember this au? Well, guess what, now I’m using it for bio!dad Bruce month and no one can stop me--

Also warning I did not edit this so oop

@biodad-bruce-month

AO3

Day 1: Meeting for the first time

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The last fight against Hawkmoth had been a blur. A success, sure, but a success that cost her everything. With the reveal of Hawkmoth being Gabriel Agreste, came the loss of Chat Noir, as he left Plagg and the ring behind, never telling Marinette his identity. She could only guess, though she doubted she was wrong.

At first, Marinette thought that was it, that it was the only loss that she would have to lose that day.

But then she got home.

There was an eery quiet to the bakery as she stepped inside. It wasn't unusual for Marinette's parents to vacate to their apartment during an attack, to get away from glass and whatnot, but they would usually be back in the bakery by now to help stragglers from the attack to a cup of hot cocoa and a croissant.

Worry filled in her gut, a sinking feeling inside of her, like an anchor dragging her down to the bottom of the ocean.

Slowly, she walked up the stairs, dread filling her up every step of the way until she was in front of the door. She stopped, holding her breath as she listened for any sound, any sound at all, coming from the apartment.

Silence.

She opened the door, slowly, the creaking sound squeezing her heart like a hand in her chest, and as she looked inside, finally opened her eyes and looked, she could do nothing but let out a heart-wrenching scream.

And the ending, the true ending, was just as much of a blur as what was the beginning. What she thought would have been the end.

There had been burglars that had used the chaos of the final battle against Hawkmoth, to break into the apartment to try and rob them. Her parents had just been unlucky to be home when it happened.

It became a mess of lawyers and child services after that, trying to figure out where Marinette should go, as she tried to hold herself together with the help of Gods and friends. Still, if there was one thing Marinette remembered clearly, it was the day she was told the truth about her father.

"I'm sure your mother was going to tell you at some point," the family lawyer said, in that voice that sounded like it was meant for a 7-year-old or a scared animal, rather than a teenage girl who risked her life to save the very city they were in, even if he didn't know it. "but... your father is not who you think he is. She wrote down, that if anything were to ever happen to her and Tom, that you were to live with your biological father. I'm sure this comes as a shock to you, so I understand if you need some time to think. We've already contacted him, and he has accepted the responsibility of taking care of you."

It was so much change in so little time, but Marinette supposed that was nothing new.

Bruce was at a loss. The last few days had been calm, as calm as they could be in Gotham. He knew something was wrong.

When he got the phone call, his heart had stopped. Sabine, a woman he actually truly cared about, even after their relationship ended abruptly, was gone.

She left him a daughter he didn't even know he had. And he accepted the responsibility of taking care of her, without a trace of doubt or hesitancy in sight.

Marinette, however, was arriving, and he had yet to actually break the news to his family. Heck, he had yet to actually meet the girl himself. Bruce ended up deciding against meeting her at the airport, though. He felt that it was for the best, if not to just keep his family occupied while Alfred got her.

Bruce could tell Tim was suspicious, had been, for the last couple of days, ever since the call. It made sense that Tim would be the first to notice, he had always been the most perceptive. He had yet to actually confront Bruce on the matter though, and that was perhaps for the best because despite having known for a couple of days now that Marinette would be arriving, he still had no idea how to tell his family.

His biggest concern was Damian. He had almost killed Tim over the position of Robin, Bruce didn't know how he would react to his position potentially being contested, though Bruce had no plans of turning Marinette into the next Robin.

Marinette was his blood, his family, and yes, Damian was too, but he was raised by assassins since he was born. Marinette was innocent, and Bruce wanted to protect that. He owed at least that much to Sabine, even if she never told Bruce about Marinette.

In a way, he could understand why Sabine never told him. Even though she never knew he was Batman, she did know he was Bruce Wayne, how he always had a target on his back. Marinette, if she had been with the Wayne name, would have a target just as big, just by association.

Now, Marinette would be leaving her little bubble of safety, of Paris, and come to a town, grittier than she would ever be prepared for.

Bruce supposed he could only do his best to make her feel welcome.

Gathering the boys into the dining room before Alfred arrived with Marinette, Bruce allowed himself to take a deep breath.

"I have something important to tell you, and I need you all to listen to me carefully," Bruce started, leveling a hard gaze at his sons. "A couple of days ago, I got a call, informing how someone very important to me passed away and that... she- left someone very dear to her for me to look after."

Bruce winced at his own wording and wondered for a moment how he had become so bad at telling his family things. Truthfully, he was never really good at it, to begin with.

"Wait, are you telling us you adopted another kid?" Jason asked incredulously, clearly not happy with the news, and by the look on his face, it seemed Damian agreed with the sentiment.

"I didn't adopt Marinette," Bruce said. "I am her father, biologically."

It was ghost-quiet now, as no one dared to utter a word, shock radiating off of them.

And then, there was a knock at the door to the dining room.

It was a lonely feeling, arriving into a new city, and be greeted by a butler rather than someone who was supposed to be her dad. Still, Marinette thought, at least Alfred seemed nice.

She stayed silent in the car ride to the manor, letting the sound of rain hitting the window lull her into a fake sense of calm and serenity, as she ignored the incoming storm and thunder. Perhaps she was overreacting, nerves and all, but she wondered what a man like Bruce Wayne expected his child to be like.

Would she be disappointing to him? Would she even matter? He already had a family, wasn't she disrupting his peaceful life? Should she even care?

Dejectedly, she let out a sigh. There was so much she didn't know, and this new city filled her with dread, just as suffocating as Paris. She could feel it, seeping from the ground, and infecting the people. Marinette wondered if this was what Paris would become now.

She was pulled out of her thoughts, however, as the sleek black car pulled to a stop, in front of what she could only describe as a victorian dream house, complete with gargoyles and all. She hardly even noticed Alfred opening the car door, umbrella in hand.

As Marinette walked up the steps, she could only truly wish that this would be a place that she could heal. To take a break from all of the responsibility and let herself mourn and grieve, and as Alfred opened the doors of the manor, she allowed herself to take a deep breath in, straighten her back, and lift her head.

She could hear a voice now, muffled behind doors and walls, and all at once fear gripped Marinette's heart like vines with thorns, cutting and never letting go. She tightened her hands into fists and forced herself to calm down, grabbing her emotions and curling them into a ball, throwing them deep into a far off corner in her mind.

The voice stopped talking, total silence filling the room for a moment, only to be interrupted as Alfred knocks on the door, just as calm and collected as he had been from the moment he picked her up from the airport.

He opened the door, and slowly Marinette walked, seeing four different guys, all of whom she supposed were now her brothers, until her eyes landed on Bruce, her dad. Her actual, biological dad.

Marinette's breath was shaky, but she hid her nerves well, something she was very proud of, as she felt the eyes of them all on her.

"Master Bruce," Alfred started, "may I have the honor to present to you your daughter, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette's eyes scanned them, reading them in a way they would probably never get, before something finally clicked in her mind, allowing her to breathe, if only slightly. Marinette bowed respectfully to them, rising with a newfound calm centering her.

"It's nice to meet you all," she said, bluebell eyes just shy of calculating.

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#bio!dad bruce wayne month 2020 #b!dbwm2020 #bio!dadbrucewaynemonth2020 #maribat #warmth au

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writer-room · 3 years

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Well, Could’ve Been Worse

AO3

Summary: No sane person would be calling at this house if it wasn’t important. His phone said it was two in the morning. Lovely. His phone also said Tim was calling. Also known as: not a normally sane person. If Tim had gone on another frenzied Red Bull-induced investigation and gotten himself stuck again, Kon was gonna kill him. Also known as: Tim makes stupid decisions when on a caffeine crash + sleep deprivation. Kon, sadly, has to deal with that at the worst hours.

Kon’s powers were...weird. Unstable, if you wanted to be specific. Not as bad as it used to be, but it still wasn’t the same as Clark’s. Thank you again, Luthor.

Which means that if he’s conscious enough to check every now and again, he can do the whole ‘call my name and I’ll be there in about four seconds’ schtick, but it didn’t go so well when he was asleep. Cassie said he slept like the dead, to which Bart insisted that if there was ever food involved, he’d be wide awake faster than he could run across a room.

Both were ridiculous, but whatever.

Tim, at least, had tried to assure Kon that surely Clark couldn’t hear disasters going on when he was asleep. Tim wasn’t one who was often wrong, but Kon was willing to play a risky betting game on this one.

It made sleeping a little anxiety-inducing for a while, knowing that if something happened. he wouldn’t know anything about it until he woke up. Tim had said that it was normal to hate sleeping because of hero business.

Kon always thought of that comment every time he caught Tim awake at ungodly hours for days on end, staying up purely because of caffeine and spite. He should probably bring that up sometime.

The point was, Kon didn’t hear things when he was asleep. Which could be a good and bad thing in its own right. He isn’t, however, impervious to an obnoxiously loud ringing going off by his head.

Kon snorted as he woke, his phone ringing eerily sudden in the quiet of the Cave. He groaned, sitting up from where he’d passed out on the couch in the Cave. He suspiciously remembered something involving Cassie and arm wrestling landing him here, but he was too tired to care about that now.

His phone was on the ground beside him, a wonder nobody had stepped on it, especially Bart. It rang painfully loud, though that was probably because it was the first sound he’d heard in the past...however many hours it’d been. Kon resigned himself to slowly reaching down and pulling his phone up as he leaned against the arm of the couch. No sane person would be calling at this house if it wasn’t important.

His phone said it was two in the morning. Lovely.

His phone also said Tim was calling. Also known as: not a normally sane person.

If Tim had gone on another frenzied Red Bull-induced investigation and gotten himself stuck again, Kon was gonna kill him.

That’s a lie, he wouldn’t. Cassie, however, would kill him if he told her. So he could probably settle for that.

With a sigh, Kon mentally prepared to hear incoherent rambling he’d need to find Bart to interpret, and accepted the call.

“It’s two in the morning, Tim.” Was the first thing he said, letting his annoyance seep in.

“It’s like, two twenty-four,” Tim’s voice rasped over the phone, far scratchier than normal. “So if you woke up at normal times like everyone else, this wouldn’t be as big an issue.”

“You are not the person to be telling me how to go about my sleep schedule.” Kon scolded lightly. “So I sleep in till noon, so what?”

“You woke up at three--” Tim cut off with a series of coughing coming through. “--p.m yesterday.”

“Not the point,” Kon muttered. “Why are you calling? I thought you were still in the Cave?”

There was shuffling on the other line, and Tim’s voice came through more faded, like he was further from the phone.

“Oh, yeah, left a few hours ago on patrol,” Tim wheezed. “Thought I’d be back before Bart woke up. He’s been wakin’ at like...six a.m or something.”

“Tim,” Kon started.

“It was barely a patrol,” Tim puffed. “More like...doin' rounds and...grabbing something from Denny’s.”

Tim’s words were slurring here and there. He did so a lot when he started having caffeine withdrawal or was coming down from a Red Bull rush. Or was sleep deprived. None of those options were comforting.

“Did you find some villains?” Kon inquired, praying that there was a less ridiculous reason he was being woken up so late. “You need backup or something?”

“Woulda called like...the headquarters if I did, dude.”

Yeah, something was wrong.

“What’s this all about, then?” Kon asked, swinging his legs off the edge of the couch and standing. “Where are you?”

“Okay, okay,” Tim mumbled, his voice closer to the phone now. “Uh, you know...the Denny’s...but it’s by that weird tiny mall with the Starbucks?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m about...two streets over from that. By a bustop. Don’t worry, don’t worry, street lamps are out.” Tim assured quickly.

“The street lamps are out?” Kon repeated.

“Broke ‘em.”

“Course you did,” Kon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stood up. “Seriously, man, what’s going on? What happened?”

“M’fine,” Tim lied, poorly. “Just don’t like...tell Cassie. She’ll kill me. With her eyeballs.”

“Tim, I’m way too tired for you to dodge around questions right now.” Kon groaned. “What happened and why do you need me? If you're not answering this outright, I’m hanging up and going back to bed.”

That’s also a lie. A bad one, at that. He’d probably stay on the phone all night if Tim needed him to. Though he’d definitely try and wake Cassie or Bart to help him out, he’s not that loyal.

“I was getting to it!” Tim whined, and oh wow, he must really be delirious. Bart was gonna be so mad if there weren’t any videos later. “I just kinda...wasn’t payin’ attention n’ stuff.”

“Paying attention to what?”

“The road,”

Kon froze.

“What?”

“Got hit by a car,” Tim slurred. “S’cool though, got outta there fast. Happened like...five streets back.”

“What the hell, Tim?” Kon nearly dropped his phone, remembering last-minute to grab his jacket off the floor as he started to race to the nearest exit out of the Cave. “You need to start with the ‘I got hit by a car’ part, not correcting what time it is!”

“There was time,” Tim mumbled. “I’m not dyin’ or anything.”

“You were hit by a car.” Kon stressed, already in the air. Thank you, inhuman speed.

“But I’m not dying,” Tim said simply. “Doesn’t count. Just hurts like a b--”

“Hang on, I’m nearby.” Kon talked over him, landing on a rooftop. The streets had grown recognizable fast, and thankfully, if Tim was right about his coordinates, he wasn’t that far from the Justice Cave. Probably wasn’t smart to fly at ridiculous speeds at two in the morning when he was barely awake, but he was too preoccupied to care.

“Oh, cool.”

Kon shoved his phone in his pocket as he flew down from the rooftops, far slower this time. He scanned the streets quickly, almost skimming right over the bus stop Tim was at. The lack of light, plus his darker costume, was not helping matters.

Sure enough, Tim was where he said he’d be. He wasn’t even sitting on the bench. More like dramatically draped over it with his arms keeping him upright and legs strewn behind him. The nearest street lamps had been shattered, probably with whatever Tim carried in his utility belt these days.

And Christ, Tim was a mess.

He must’ve been wearing a concealer, or it was extra pronounced tonight, because he had heavy bags under his eyes. His hair was a mess and falling into his eyes, his mask slightly askew. His costume wasn’t in awful shape, but his cape was twisted around so that it hung sideways rather than regularly situated on his back, and he had a few small tears here and there. Aside from the palms of his gloves, those had bigger tears. Plus he had scuffs of gravel and dirt.

And blood, there was blood, too. Blood on his hands, knees, and smears on the side of his face. But all in all, he looked more dazed and bruised than anything.

“No big deal, huh?” Kon said, crouching down beside his friend.

“Had worse,” Tim mumbled, resting his cheek on the bench. “M’just tired, really.”

“That all?” Kon sighed, taking off his jacket as he debated if it would be worth it to patch up the small amount of bleeding he could see.

“Breathin’s being weird, too.” Tim added, as an afterthought. “Think I fractured something.”

“Of course you did,” Kon groaned, reaching out and turning Tim around so he was sitting upright, leaning against the bench.

Tim hissed in pain at the movement, eyes shutting for a moment as Kon paused, anxiously looking him over.

“Please don’t tell me you broke a rib,” Kon begged, more to himself than Tim as he reached out to feel his side.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Tim yelped, cringing away.

“Hospital,” Kon decided with a nod and a grimace. “You need a hospital.”

“I’m Red Robin,” Tim complained. “Can’t go to hospital. Dad would kill me.” He insisted, dramatically thunking his head back on the bench and throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Medical attention, then.” Kon said. “At least until you pass out so we can take you to a hospital when you can’t complain about it.”

“You're so mean,” Tim whined, shifting his arm slightly to give Kon a glare. “Bart wouldn’t treat me like this.”

“Bart would probably be having a panic attack.”

“S’why I called you,” Tim mumbled, slumping down and off the side of the bench, leaving Kon to jump and support Tim’s head before it conked against the concrete. “Cassie woulda yelled at me.”

“She’s definitely going to yell at you now,” Kon agreed, gently keeping his hand on the back of Tim’s head as he pushed him back upright. “How did this even happen? Don’t you have ridiculously fast reflexes or something?”

“It was a hit n’ run, I know it was.” Tim rasped, weakly shaking a fist.

“You said you fled the scene.”

“Was still totally a hit n’ run,”

Kon sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument tonight. None of the bleeding was concerning, so instead he settled for dumping his jacket over Tim’s shoulders. He also picked up Tim’s phone from where it’d been discarded on the pavement, shoving it in one of the jackets pockets.

“Pretty sure you're just too tired to notice anything,” He muttered quietly, scooping his arms underneath Tim’s knees and back.

“Was gonna get more coffee, swear it.” Tim mumbled, letting himself go completely limp as Kon picked him up. “Came outta nowhere,”

“Next time I catch you pulling all-nighters, I’m sitting on you till you get proper sleep.” Kon threatened, giving Tim a half-hearted shake as he rose into the air.

“If you catch me,” Tim said cheerfully, giving a crooked smile.

Would’ve been a lot more charming if it weren’t for the fact it reopened what was apparently a still-healing cut on his lip.

Not that it was charming to begin with. Injured best friend, not the time. Kon shook his head.

“I’m Superboy, it won’t be hard.” Kon boasted, flying at a grudgingly slower speed back to the Cave. It probably wouldn’t help Tim if he went back at the same speed he arrived, the base wasn’t that far, anyway.

“You miss things all the time,” Tim huffed, raising a weak hand to presumably poke at Kon’s face, but ended up just flailing it around.

“Psh, not that often.” Kon rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you do,” Tim insisted, letting his head hang back, staring upside-down at the ground below them. “Obvious things. Miss ‘em all the time.”

“Like what?” Kon pressed. “And you're not allowed to say anything about the Justice League, they don’t count.”

Tim went quiet. Kon wondered for a brief, terrifying moment, that Tim really had passed out from his adrenaline rush before they made it to base. But then Tim raised his head and he could breathe easy.

Tim stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed. It was his ‘I’m not sure if you're being sarcastic or actually an idiot’ face, which, honestly, could be better classified as ‘I’m judging you for being an idiot’ face, considering the circumstances he used it in.

Kon met his gaze, more than a little curious. Normally Tim would’ve started rattling off all the things he’s oblivious to on a daily basis. The hesitation was...well, not normal. He chalked it up to Tim being loopy from his whole ordeal.

“Stuff,” Tim decided, his head falling back to its original position so fast that Kon cringed.

“Descriptive,” Kon sighed, grateful for the sight of the Cave, speeding their flight.

“Shut up, I’m tired and broken.” Tim mumbled, his voice laced with drowsiness.

“Then maybe, and here’s a thought,” Kon said, landing just outside the Cave. “You don’t go days without sleep to the point you get hit by a car of all things.”

Tim opened his mouth to protest, but Kon talked right over him.

“I know, I know, it’s very difficult to ask of you.” He said, his playful snooty tone lessened by the smugness that seeped in. “But with the right routine, I’m sure we could figure something out.”

“You sound like a horrifying combination of Alfred and Dick.” Tim grumbled, no less limp as Kon carried him inside the base. “I wish you had your sunglasses so I could break them--wait,” Tim raised his head again, squinting at Kon. “Where’s your glasses?”

“Didn’t really have time to grab them after, you know, you woke me up at two in the morning and stalled in telling me you were bleeding at a bus stop.” Kon snarked.

“It was two twenty-four,” Tim muttered quietly, drawing his arms up to his chest and looking away.

And dammit, Kon was almost convinced Krypto was rubbing off on Tim too much. The guy looked like a puppy after stealing food from the table. Which, frankly, was something Kon would also do if he had to eat the same thing every day. Clark hadn’t seen it that way, but whatever.

Kon held back a sigh, shuffling through the hallways. He could probably put Tim on the couch, right? Christ, Cassie was gonna bite off his head for waking her up.

“Just be careful, alright?” Kon murmured, resituating Tim in his arms. He got slippery after a while. “You don’t need to be up at all hours of the night to patrol,” He said, frowning to himself.

Tim reached up one of his arms and looped it around Kon’s neck, aiding Kon in holding him properly. His face turned to the side and pressed into Kon’s chest, huffing.

“You have your family to look after Gotham at night, anyway. That helps, doesn’t it?” Kon added.

“S’not the same,” Tim mumbled, his voice muffled.

Kon would’ve argued, really, he often does, but tonight just wasn’t the night. Tim was too battered for much of anything to sink in, and honestly, he was still tired. And he was pretty sure if he spent another ten minutes around Tim with nobody else to buffer, his common sense was going to finally kick in and make him start freaking out even more.

“At least take someone with you,” Kon settled on, craning his neck down so he could press his nose into Tim’s hair. It was still frazzled and greasy. “Bart’s already awake at ungodly hours. Jinny’s down for almost anything. Hell, I’d come with you if you asked.”

“You’d come without me asking.” Tim muffled, and Kon swore if he could see Tim’s face he’d be smirking. “Besides, you complain.”

“I complain, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it.” Kon huffed, slowly moving his head back as he came to the couch he had, previously, been having a rather nice sleep on. “And honestly, if someone like you can end up getting hit by a regular car of all things, you probably shouldn’t be out on the streets on your own.”

“Piss off, it’s a bad night.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Kon rolled his eyes, slowly leaning down so he could place Tim on the couch.

“Ow,” Tim groaned, his arm tightening around Kon’s neck as he was set down, his other hand coming up to fist the side of his uniform.

“Scale of one to ten, how bad can you guess it is?” Kon winced, slowly slipping his hands out from under Tim.

“Mm, well, it's not broken.” Tim slurred, refusing to unwrap his arm from Kon’s neck, leaving the super to awkwardly bend forward. “Probably just cracked. If it was broken, I would've lost a lung by now.”

“Ah,” Kon hummed anxiously, raising a hand to unwrap Tim’s arm from him. “That...is a nice thought.”

“Just told you it wasn’t broken,” Tim grumbled, glaring up at Kon as his arm was pried free.

“Your way of being comforting isn’t the best,” Kon admitted with a tilt of his head, stepping back. “Now you stay here, alright? I’m gonna get Cassie.”

“Say your goodbyes now,” Tim groaned, pawing at his face until he caught the edge of his domino mask. “After today, I would’ve been better dumped in a ditch.”

“It’s still nighttime,” Kon reminded.

“Details,” Tim waved his free hand, the other peeling off his mask and letting it fall to the floor.

“Whatever, just don’t move.” Kon warned, pointing a finger close to Tim’s face. His eyes were unfocused and hazy, and the sight of that only added to the pit that was opening in Kon’s chest.

“Aye aye, captain.” Tim mumbled, giving a half-hearted salute before letting his arm dangle off the couch. The other came up to clutch at the jacket still around his shoulders, turning his head into it.

Kon has never so badly wished he’d taken his phone out of his jacket earlier so he could take a picture. Never, he swears.

And, of course, he also wished Tim wasn’t injured. That was the main issue here, really.

Kon hesitated, stepping around the couch and glancing back. Tim was never known to stay put when asked, but it seemed this time he was being merciful.

One friend down, two more to survive.

Could’ve gone worse, he reasoned as he creeped (in a poor attempt at being quiet) down the hallways towards Cassie’s room. A car was nothing. Except for a reminder that, unlike the rest of them, Tim wasn’t superpowered--but that was an anxiety for Tim to get offended about later.

And if Tim woke up hours later in a hospital, with Dick on the other line and Cassie seconds away from cracking the rest of his bones herself, at least Kon could rest easy knowing that he wouldn’t be pulling that stunt again any time soon. Or at least be more careful. He’d take what he could get.

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reddrobins · 4 years

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robins spirit [d.wayne]

Older! Damian Wayne x Super! Reader

Request: I love your recent damian fanfic! 🥺 could you pls do another one with “I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.” with a reader who’s a vigilante that often spars/fights with him. They show up at the wayne manor with a bruise on their face after fighting with Robin over a stupid argument and Damian’s concerned. But then they figure out what happened and he feels rly bad. Thank you :) + *knocks on your door* so I just thought of something... What if a Kent/Super! Reader x Damian? Oki bye *closes door*

Authors note: This is so terrible I’m so sorry, I was really stressed today and I apologize for the shit writing

Summary: A new vigilante emerges in Gotham, one that's super. Batman and Robin find out and Bruce sends his son to confront this new suspected metahuman. After a rough night, Damian leaves ‘Spirit’ badly wounded, so when (Y/N) Kent comes over the next day with the same scratches, Damian gets suspicious.

You were tired of living under your father and brothers' spotlights. Hell, you were even under your mother's spotlight in civilian life. So, at the ripe age of seventeen, you decided to take matters into your own hand and became the vigilante known as Spirit.

The first few nights on the streets of Metropolis went horribly. Not only did you run into your father, who at the time didn’t know it was you, a multitude of times, but everyone seemed to think the ‘S’ on your uniform stood for supergirl.

You were enraged, could you just, for one night, not be a Kent or a Super? You needed a change of scenery, so you did your research.

As you searched away on your laptop, looking up distances between cities, you came to realise that the only far enough place for you to make a name for yourself was in Gotham.

So here you were, perched atop the Gotham National Bank building, on the prowl for any villain that deemed tonight a good night for trouble.

“Come here often?” You spoke out as you felt a certain presence behind you. You had to admit sometimes super hearing comes in handy.

The figure, that seemed to be walking towards you, stopped its movements.

“Listen pal, I know you’re there, why don't you make this easier for you and just turn yourself in.”

“Tt.” The figure gave.

You stood up from your crouching position and began to walk towards whoever this mystery person was. “If you want to do it the hard way…”

You swung your arm at the masked figure only for it to be caught. Damn, you thought. This isn't just any robber. The person caught a supers punch. I mean hey you were only half Kryptonian, but still.

“Impressive.” You quip as you go in for another hit. This time the assailant moves forward and you catch a glimpse of them in the light, “Robin?” You pause, what the hell was Damian doing here?, leading Robin's hit to go unblocked.

It hits your cheek and you scrunched up your face, fuck, he has a good punch. Once again, only half-super, so the sting was still there.

Robin grunts, going back on the attack when you put your hands up in a surrender, “Hey! D-Robin, we’re on the same team, calm it down!”

The masked teen doesn't listen and dives for another hit, “How do I know you are not lying.” He asks, landing another punch to your side.

You groan, not in pain but frustration, why did Damian have to be this stubborn, “I’m a vigilante, just like you. I’m trying to help out the town.”

Robin rolls his eyes, though you can’t see it from behind the domino mask. “Prove it.”

You blankly stare at him, “How?”

He finally resists from landing another hit on you, “Why are you at the bank, unless you plan to rob it?”

It's now your turn to roll your eyes, “I could ask the same of you short stack.” You hated to admit it, but Damian was in fact taller.

If there’s one thing you got from your mother, it's your attitude.

This seems to catch the young hero off guard as he sputters, looking for an answer. “I’ll have you know I am the same height as you, If not taller.” Then he grits, pointing his now unsheathed weapon at you, “Answer the question.”

You gently tap the katana away with your fingertips. “Fine. I’m not from Gotham, but I know about your high crime rate and I just wanted to help out, okay?” You lie. Metropolis’ crime rates weren’t peachy either but at least in Gotham you had a name for yourself.

“Batman and I have it covered.” He said lowly.

“Listen if you don't want me here, I’ll back off, but I just wanted to help those in need.”

Robin squinted at you, unable to figure out your m.o., were you really who you claimed to be?

“Gotham isn’t looking for more amateur heros, so go back to wherever you came from.” With that, he grappled off of the roof and off into the night.

“Father. We have an issue.”

Bruce didn’t bother to look away from the batcomputer, this wasn’t the first time Damian had barged in with that sentiment. “What is it Damian?”

The teen took his cape off, as well as his kevlar chest plate, “There’s a new vigilante. I’m not sure what she calls herself but she has immense strength, I believe she may be a super or maybe a metahuman as her punch was difficult to block.”

The older man nodded at his son, of course he already knew this, Bruce was aware of every person that came into Gotham, even those unannounced.

“I’m aware. She calls herself ‘Spirit’. I’ve deduced she’s no older than you, Damian. I’d like you to get to know her. Or at least what she stands for.”

“Should I take her down?” Damian asked.

Bruce spun the chair around, a stoic look on this face, “No. just purely find out who she really is. No violence.”

The next day soon became night and here you were, back in Gotham. Damian really thinks he can just ban me from a city? You thought to yourself, hah, good luck with that bird brain.

You looked around your area, scoping out to see if the coast was clear. After a thorough check, you did a super jump and landed atop a building.

“Nice jump there, Spirit. I thought I told you not to come back.”

You spun around, Robin? Was Damian seriously following you now?

“Going to have to try a lot harder if you want me to stop fighting the good fight.” You crossed your arms, “Listen, I don’t know your problem with me. I’m just trying to help out, just like you. Just like Batman.”

Damian clenched his fists and stomped toward you, “you are nothing like me, I’m welcomed in this city. You are not.”

You frowned. Oh if only Damian knew who he was actually speaking to - “Seriously, why do you hate me? Afraid I’ll steal your thunder or something?” You pushed his chest trying to get him to back up.

Apparently, you also forgot you were half-kryptonian as when you pushed him, he stumbled back, hard.

“Tt, watch it you freak. I don’t want to fight you, but I will if I have to.”

Your heart hurt at the name but you brushed it off, Damian didn’t know who you were.

You rolled your eyes once more and sat down into the ledge - just like the night of the bank. “I’m sure you would. Listen Robin, I’m just trying to help those in need. Can you really hate a girl for trying?”

The teen vigilante paused, she did seem sincere, he thought, maybe he could trust her.

“Fine. But if I find out you’re only in my town to cause trouble, I will end you.” He glared at her and she smirked back.

“I'd like to see you try. But fair enough. Consider this a partnership.”

Sticking out your hand, you eyed him to shake it.

Damian refused and simply took out his grappling gun, once again disappearing into the night.

You poked your cheek in the mirror. It was times like these you wish you had all of your dads powers as this bruise was very ugly to look at.

He fights very well. You thought as you pinched the sore skin. Even though it had been a day since the incident, the bruise forming was still as purple as ever. You didn't know how you were going to make it through today. Tim and Conner had a planned hangout and after your mom said you needed a little more ‘Conner time’, you had to tag along. What would Damian think of the bruise?

“(Y/N)! It’s time to go, we’re going to be late!” Your brother yelled from the living room.

“I’m coming, Conner, just hold on!”

You tried to put some concealer on the bruise but it just wouldn’t mask the ugly discolored skin.

“(Y/N)!” Conner yelled again.

“Alright, alright, hold your fucking horses.” You whispered to yourself.

Bursting into the living room, you kept your head down so as to not alert any of the Kent household of your new shiner.

“Holy shit! (Y/N) what happened to your face!?” Exclaimed Jon as he flew past you.

You looked up, annoyed at your twin brother's antics.

“Jonathan Kent, No flying in the house.” Your mother yelled from the kitchen. She then turned to you, “(Y/N), where in the world did that come from?” Reaching out to brush your cheek, you swiftly pulled away, avoiding her eyes at all costs. If there was one thing you didn’t need your family to find out about, it was your late night trips to Gotham City.

“Nothing mom. I just fell in my room is all. Promise, it’s not a big deal.” Looking up to your older brother you signaled to the door, “Time to leave?”

He gave you a toothy grin and nodded, “Yeah c’mon. Tim’s waiting for me.”

Conner ran up the steps to the Manor and pounded on the door, far too excited to see his best friend. Meanwhile, you slowly made your way up, really not wanting to have to hang out with the two.

You still didn’t get why you had to come. She claimed that you and Jon hung out too much and that you needed to get closer to Conner. You rolled your eyes at the memory, you were 17 not 7. Plus, now you had to face Damian.

The two large doors swung open revealing an ecstatic Tim Drake, “Conner! My man! So glad you could come.” He then leaned in, “Did you have to bring your little sister though?”

Thanks to super hearing, you knew exactly what Tim had said and you grumbled in response. Of course Conner didn’t tell him I was coming.

Conner laughed and gave Tim a hug, “Don’t worry dude. Just make her hang out with Damian or something.” He whispered.

You blushed at those words, mentally cursing Conner. That fucker knew you had a crush on the youngest Wayne. Why would he do this to you? Especially when you looked like this.

“Alright alright, come on in guys. Bedrooms upstairs to the right but you already knew that.” Tim winked. You followed Conner when he stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Um not you though. Sorry (N/N) today’s bros only day. I’m sure you can stay down here and find a book to read.” He smirked at you knowing full well what Tim would say next.

“Actually,” Tim said, “Damians in the library painting if you’d like to join him. I’m sure the devil child wouldn’t mind a buddy.”

You glared at the two of them but then sighed, walking towards the large house library.

Knocking on the door, you called out to see if anyone was in there.

Unluckily enough, Damian came to open it. You kept your head down as to avoid attention from your killer battle wound. You did not want Damian to find out about your nightly activities, he would never stop nagging you then.

“Kent.” He greeted, “To what do I owe the pleasure.” Damian said mockingly.

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him, finding a seat on the sofa.

“My lovely brother decided to ditch me for yours so here I am.”

Damian chuckled, walking back to his paints. “How poetic.” He remarked. Then asked, “How’s Jon?”

You shrugged still looking at the floor, “He’s good. You know just being the same goofy asshole he’s been since he was 10.” The young Wayne teen laughed at that in agreement.

“And you? How have you been Damian?” You asked.

“Annoyed. There’s a new vigilante in town. Claims to be the ‘Spirit’. She’s been challenging me while on patrol. I’ve been having small spats with her here and there, but they’re driving me insane. She's almost as bad as Todd.”

You couldn’t help but look up, smirking, after all, it's not everyday you got the oneup of Damian.“Awe does little ol’ Damian have a crush?” You teased. Hope glimmered in your eyes.

Damian was about to roll his eyes when he caught sight of your face. His focus latched on to the large black and blue mark on your cheek. His heart stopped, he knew where that came from.

Because he was the one that did it. Then the dots clicked.

“You! You’re Spirit? What the hell Kent? Do you know how dangerous Gotham is?”

Damian marches over to you in annoyance, “Do you know how difficult you have made my life? Not only do I think about you daily as (Y/N) Kent, but now nightly as Spirit!?” He blurted out.

You froze. Damian thought about you? Does that mean…

“Damian, does that mean you like me?”

His cheeks flared a pretty red color as he looked at his shoes, “If I were to say yes, would you be in agreeance or make a fool of me?”

You chuckled as you stood up from the couch and placed your hand in his. “Damian I’ve liked you for such a long time it’s unbelievable, I just can’t believe you like me-“

He interrupted you, “Beloved, you are the sun in my life, and I pray that I can make you mine.”

You blushed furiously, “Of course.”

Smiling, Damian leaned in and captured your lips. He kissed you desperately, like he’d been needing this for years.

He went to further the kiss and put his hand on your cheek, causing a hiss of pain to erupt out of you.

You pulled back, holding your bruised cheek. You laugh, “You pack quite the punch.”

Damian scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. “I truly apologize beloved, if I had known it was you, I would’ve gone lighter, I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you or a bruise for that matter.”

You rolled your eyes, though flattered by Damians words, you could handle yourself. I mean you were half-kryptonian after all.

“I appreciate the sentiment Dami, but I can handle myself. Really, you saw how good I fought firsthand.” You squeezed his hand lightly.

“I know. I would never question your strength. I love that about you.”

You pecked his lips “Good. Just remember who kicked your ass last night.”

Damian wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, “I don’t think I could ever forget that. It was quite humbling.”

You scrunched your nose at his sarcastic tone, “You’re a jerk.”

He smirked and then leaned close, forehead pressed into yours. “But I’m your jerk. And that’s all that matters right now.”

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iselsis · 4 years

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Unholy Matrimony 2

Jack had left early in the morning two days later for his meeting with Mr. Wayne, and Tim had been waiting in the grand foyer almost without a break ever since.

He knew, like, intellectually, the Mr. Wayne wouldn’t buy him, because, duh, Batman, but he was having a hard time convincing his body of that. His heart pounded wildly, his hands were clammy and gross, and his stomach roiled, both with heat pain and at the thick scent of distress and pheromones in the room. Janet had tried to order him to his room, but he kept sneaking back, and eventually, she just gave up and opened windows.

In the end, he decided that he was less worried about what would happen if Mr. Wayne bought him, and more worried about what would happen when he didn’t. His parents were going to be furious, and while he kind of hoped that they’d just spend a lot of time thinking about what to do next, go on another trip, and forget, like they usually did with commitments they made to him, he didn’t think that that was going to happen this time.

After a few hours, Janet wordlessly stepped into the room. Neither of his parents had spoken to him since the first morning except to snap order and make absolutely sure how much of a disappointment he was. Instead of acknowledging him or snapping at him to stop making her house smell like a crime scene, she leaned against the banister to watch the front door with him. He supposed that meant that his dad would be back soon, and his gut wrenched again. He wasn’t sure if that would be good or bad, but at least it would mean an end to the waiting.

It was only a few more minute before they heard the Drake’s rental (they were never in town long enough to need their own car) roar up the front drive with a worrying speed. His dad was either really excited, or really mad. Tim was leaning towards mad, given the whole “trying to sell my kid to the unholy terror of the night” thing, but that wasn’t assured, he realized. He might have drastically mistyped Batman, and the real Bruce Wayne was more of a “do as I say and not as I do” type person, or maybe he didn’t really mind child brides. Like, he’d stop a grab & go rape, but if they were, like, married, then maybe he wouldn’t really mind.

The door flew open and Jack stormed into the foyer, his whole body and scent screaming rage.

Tim breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He wasn’t getting married, then.

Janet frowned in confusion. “He refused.”

“Refused? Refusing is one thing, but that bastard,” Jack snarled, hurling his briefcase at the floor, where it landed on its spine with a resounding crack and an eruption of papers. “That absolute bastard had the nerve to lecture me about how we should ‘respect and treasure our son’ and ‘cherish the time we have with him.’”

Oh, that was… That was beautiful. Poetic. The small part of him that had been worried about Mr. Wayne actually wanting him that way curled up and died of laughter. The thought of his parents actually following through on Mr. Wayne’s suggestion and respecting him and cherishing their time with him, though, was just too much.

Jack turned and shot a glare at Tim, like it was his fault that Mr. Wayne didn’t want to buy him, and Tim struggled to keep his grin in check.

He must not have been able to keep his amusement from his scent, because his father’s expression darkened, and he stalked toward Tim.

“You think that this is funny, bitch?” Jack snatched Tim’s collar before Tim could make a run for it and shook him harshly.

Tim stumbled, throwing his head back in submission to bare his throat. Jack growled and slapped Tim hard across the face with enough force to send him crashing to the ground.

His head hit the tile hard, making his vision swim with disjointed shapes and blurred edges. He tried to get up, but his father’s shoe slammed into his ribs and he was down again with a cry of pain. The next kick landed in his stomach, then another to his ribs, then his mother’s voice was saying something quietly that Tim couldn’t hear over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“He deserves it, pompous little omega brat!” Jack snapped venomously.

Tim chanced a glance up, but found only a furious glare from his father and a cool, calculating stare from his mother.

“True.” She lifted her chin so that she was looking down her nose at Tim even more than she had been before. “But we won’t get as good a price for him if he’s broken and ugly. His only asset is his pretty face, dear. Luthor or Queen might be interested if he looks decent.”

A small, ridiculous part of Tim was thrilled, because calling him pretty was the nicest thing his mom had said about him in years. A larger part of Tim cringed at the idea of having to marry Lex Luthor or Oliver Queen. Mr. Wayne was Batman, which meant that of course he would never agree to marry a kid. Tim was sure that the drunken playboy role was just an act.

Lex Luthor, from what he had overheard from his parents, was arrogant, cruel, manipulative, and completely amoral, and that was just with his business partners. Tim was sure that he wouldn’t object to being given a child bride, and Tim also knew that his parents had wanted a deal with Luthor almost as badly as they wanted a deal with Wayne.

Oliver Queen, he knew less about. He did know that he was the CEO of Queen Industries. His parents didn’t think much of him. He was apparently what Bruce Wayne pretended to be: a drunk playboy with too much money and low moral character. He was a useful idiot, though, and they might try to get the better of him with a stilted business deal and a young omega. For all those faults, though, Tim was pretty sure that he wasn’t a criminal.

Jack growled and kicked Tim once more before storming out of the room.

Janet’s lips curled into a frown of distaste. She didn’t have to say anything to communicate just how disappointed she was. After a few moments, she calmly followed her husband out of the room.

Tim tried to get up, but it hurt too much to move. He lay there, curled up in a fetal position on the tile floor, where at least the icy tiles numbed the pain of his bruises and heat, for a long time.

Finally, Tim dragged himself up off the floor, and up two flights of stairs to his bedroom. If he even had his own house, he was going to get a ground floor bedroom, like a sensible person. Or maybe he’d just take suppressants for the heat, and stay away from angry alphas.

Tim slipped into his room and shut the door behind him louder than he would have normally dared with his parents home, but he was hurt, and they were already mad, so he didn’t think it mattered if he slammed the door.

Tim wanted to just curl up into a ball and fall asleep for the next five years, but he had research to do first.

He dragged his laptop out from under his bed, where he’d hidden it in case his dad took it like he’d taken Tim’s phone. Jack had said that Tim didn’t need it anymore, but Tim had a feeling that it was really more out of a fear that Tim would go on social media and paint his parents and their company in a bad light in an attempt to get out of a marriage.

Tim was smart, though, or at the very least, smarter than that.

Options were limited for omegas. He could live on the streets, but he doubted he’d survive long without a pack. Jason Todd had done it, but Jason Todd was an alpha and he was strong enough that Batman had impulse-adopted him to be his Robin. If Tim wanted a prayer of survival, he’d probably have to find a pimp or an alpha. He didn’t want to, but if his other option was Luthor… He’d have to see.

Foster care, especially in Gotham, was basically just the prostitute option. He’d have a guaranteed roof, and probably food, but he wouldn’t get to keep his money and his parents would probably be able to get him back. Gotham’s omega group homes were also hotbeds for abuse without pay.

Tim’s main problem was that what his parents were doing wasn’t technically illegal. Even though omegas weren’t legally considered property anymore, they were second class citizens. If their parents wanted, they could marry them off to any alpha they wanted. Most didn’t anymore, but most also weren’t negotiating multimillion-dollar business deals. His new husband would be his guardian until he was eighteen, and he couldn’t even be divorced until then.

At the very least, Tim was the only one in the marriage who could request a divorce. Something about the alpha assuming responsibility since the omega had little real-world experience before the marriage. If he wanted, once he was eighteen, he could just be really really annoying until whatever alpha married him agreed to give him a severance check and alimony.

That plan probably wouldn’t work. There weren’t any rules about beating your omega for being a brat, or marital rape.

He needed to make a plan, and for that, he needed information.

A search on Lex Luthor turned up relatively innocuous results, until Tim started trying to get around any doctoring of the algorithm by adding keywords like crime and conspiracy. Most people turned their noses up as soon as the word conspiracy was uttered, but Tim had figured out that the richest man in Gotham ran around town dressed as a bat and beating people up with his underage accomplice all because of an acrobatic move. Small clues were important, and rich people are weird.

It turned out that the internet suspected Lex Luthor of a lot. Illegal weapons deals, links to supervillains, human testing, abuse, rape, murder. There wasn’t much that he wasn’t suspected of. Several of his more vocal accusers had turned up “suicided” as some had termed it. There was one, a CK, whose allegations of Luthor’s crimes was so extensive that Tim wasn’t sure if it could actually be true that one man had committed so many crimes.

Luthor was a hard no. Tim would rather chance the streets. Tim would rather die. Heck, if he wanted to die, marrying Luthor would probably take care of that pretty quickly.

Oliver Queen was a different story. Tim couldn’t find many accusations against him of anything, and the accusations he did find were mostly just being a drunkard and a whore. He didn’t seem so bad, or so smart. He seemed like he’d be nice enough, and Tim might even be able to manipulate Mr. Queen into letting him go to school. He’d probably be safer than the streets even if he couldn’t, and if he wasn’t, then at least the streets of Star City weren’t nearly as dangerous as the streets of Gotham.

It struck him while he was looking at a photo of Mr. Queen at a charity gala for polio or rickets or something. Mr. Queen’s beard seemed…familiar.

There was no way.

Tim quickly split the screen and pulled up every picture the public had of Star City’s Green Arrow on one side, comparing it to the picture of Oliver Queen from the newspaper.

How.

Had.

No one.

Noticed?

The facial hair was the exact same, the build, the hair color. Wouldn’t it be more efficient to wear a mask over his mouth and nose than over his eyes? It would take away the risk of the domino slipping over his eyes and actually cover extremely identifiable marks.

His heart sank. Mr. Wayne wouldn’t buy him, because he was a hero. Mr. Queen was a hero too.

He was being sold to Luthor.

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years

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For Wandering Dreamers (Pt. 2)

Synopsis: After hearing your parents argue about something for what feels like the zillionth time that night, you escape to your books and comics for some escaping of reality. Just as the argument ends with slamming doors, a note and locket landed on your bed. Inscribed on the note was a promise of new adventures and a better life awaiting you.

Notes: Y/F/D= Your Favorite Drink Y/N= Your Name Y/N/N= Your Nickname Y/F/P= Your Favorite Playlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1979

You woke up to the sound of someone trying to wake you up and small beams of golden sunlight peaking in through the curtains of your bedroom.

“Y/N, it’s time to get up.” You rolled over and rubbed your eyes to see Damian stepping back. His emerald green eyes sparkled in the light and you smirked some siting up and taking your hair out of the two braids that it was in, revealing wavy hair

“What time is it?” You mumbled yawning.

“it’s 9:15 in the morning. Alfred has breakfast prepared downstairs.” He informed you as you rolled out of bed fixing your shirt.

“Thank you. I’ll be downstairs shortly.” You said, “Wait, where is the kitchen?”

“So, you can make your way to the Batcave and the Fortress of Solitude but not the kitchen?” He chuckled, “You surprise me more and more every minute.”

“Well, I have seen blue prints on Google of the house but it was how someone imagined it so I cannot guarantee that that is actually how to get downstairs.” “And also, you will find that I am in fact very impressive in multiple ways.” You smiled getting out one of the outfits that you packed.

Running into the bathroom as Damian waited outside on the bed for you, you changed into your favorite colored thinner hoodie, denim jacket, dark grey ripped jeans, black and white Adidas, and you put your hair up. After that you brushed your teeth and then headed out to go downstairs with Damian.

“Try and take the lead.” He challenged, “Just see if you can make it to the kitchen.”

“Fine.” You replied walking down the hallway, eventually to a set of stairs.

“Oh, what floor are we on Damian?” You asked.

“Just the second.” He answered.

“Cool.” You walked down the flight of stairs which seemed never ending and then to a double staircase that led to the massive living room and to the side, the kitchen.

“It wasn’t that hard.” Damian remarked behind you.

“Mhmm.” You rolled your eyes getting a small laugh from Jason who was leaning on the counter.

“So, you must be Y/N?” Jay asked.

“Yep.” You answered, “Oh Jason, just for your information, all of Tumblr wants you to know that you’re awesome.” “It’s a social media platform where I’m from.” You explained, “I don’t know if you guys have it.”

“Finally, some recognition around here.” He threw his hands up in exasperation, “And what does Tumblr say about the rest of the crew?”

“It’s pretty unsurprising really.” You answered, “Dick is the mother hen, you’re the awesome one that everyone loves, Tim is the sleep deprived little bean,” you laughed some and continued pulling up a link on your phone, “According to this, Damian is a small deadly cupcake, Cass is an amazing and beautiful person who everyone would seriously die for, Steph is a waffle queen, Babs is just a queen... no a goddess, Bruce is the mom jeans dad, and Alfred is superior to all. Oh, and Kate is a badass, Duke is the sane one, and seriously at the end of this it says that the writer would die for every one of you guys.” “So yeah, you guys are pretty popular.”

Jason was wheezing laughing at Tim and Damian’s description and Dick was slightly offended before be introduced himself. You guys talked a lot much to what seemed to be the to the jealously of Damian for some reason. You wouldn’t admit it but Damian was your favorite Robin. You had had a crush on him but you know, that didn’t need to come to light.

You sat down at the table and was talking to Damian again who was seated next to you as everyone sat down. They were asking questions and introducing themselves little by little. It was just as you had imagined it on the nights that you dreamed of leaving home or scrolling through some sort of fan fic. The breakfast was amazing and was enough to make you remember that you actually had a life outside of this. Plus, would Bruce pay for education? You weren’t really expecting that but it was the summer time so you assumed that there was no need to worry about that yet.

A few weeks later...

You were walking around Gotham with Damian the day after the third gala that you had attended. It wasn’t hard to become fast friends with Cass, Babs, and Steph seeing as how they were literal queens of the entire Batfam and the rest of the family welcomed you with open arms, but recently you and Damian haven’t been spending as much time as the two of you would like to. It was something that he had “voiced” after kind of ignoring you for a few days which led to some interrogation on your end, plus some slight teasing.

Finally, you guys were doing something that didn’t involve six other people, even if those *other people* were very much welcomed. The two of you walked down a sidewalk into a coffee shop where you proceeded to grab a table for the two of you and Damian got the drinks. He came back and smiled some, sitting down and passing you Y/F/D.

“Thank you.” You said taking a sip from the drink.

“Anytime.” He answered before the look of an idea graced his face, “There’s a book store not too far from here that you’d probably like.”

“Is it a Barnes and Noble or just corner/ local shop?” You inquired.

“It’s a corner shop just down the street. Trust me, it’s better than any Barnes and Noble you’ve ever seen.” He answered.

“Wanna bet on it Dames?” You chuckled some.

“Only if you’re prepared to lose Y/N/N.” Damian challenged, “If this is the most impressive book store you’ve ever walked into, I get to take you out on a date Friday night.”

“Well, then, I might purposely lose, Wayne.” You smiled at him some, the look of brilliant trouble glazing over your eyes, “And if I win, you can take me out and kiss me after the store.”

“I might do both regardless.”

You raised a brow, “Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s go see this awe -inspiring book store.”

You guys walked down the street, swarmed by the media and paparazzi as they were getting pictures of Gotham’s newest unconfirmed couple. The two of you stopped in front of a store that read, “Corner- Shop Books.”

“Straight to the point I see.” You said sarcastically as you guys walked inside.

“Mhmm.” Damian looked to see your reaction which was almost immediate.

The shop was bigger than you expected. There were shelves everywhere and a small sitting area near the middle of the store. In the back, there were stairs that lead to another floor of books and the seemingly infinite sea of literature drew in anyone that gazed into its glass doors. You were still for a second, admiring the large room and then walking around some, leaving Damian behind for a few seconds.

To Damian, watching you was like watching a kid in a candy shop. You gently ran your fingers over some of the intricate spines of the books, making your way to the classical literature, and then myths, history, and up the staircase to where the fiction and fantasy was.

He smiled as you looked so at peace in the world. It was the first time that he had really seen you this comfortable aside from some of the moments where you two were alone in the library reading or out in the gardens having conversations on whatever subject or topic you were interested in discussing. The thought that you guys might be here for hours crossed his mind, but was quickly brushed away once he saw the excited look on your face as you found something that was interesting enough to grab hold of your ever -wandering attention.

“What is this one about?” He asked referring to the hard -back book with a beautiful pale pink and gold cover, and what looked to be part of a castle on the spine.

You were reading the synopsis of the book before answering him, “It’s a book about a princess that comes from a lineage where the first of the family was a “god killer” of sorts. He defeated the goddess of death when she decided to take over the land and now the goddess, 300 years later, is back to reclaim her throne.” You stopped for a second, “It’s also got a male character who acts as an assassin for the king and may or may not be the romantic interest of the trilogy.”

“The boxed set is right there if you’d like it.” He picked it up and handed it to you.

“I’d like to not spend a ton of money on books until I find a job or something.” You said putting the book down.

“I’ll get it for you. Just get what you’d like, the bookshelves in your bedroom are looking empty as of late except for the few you managed to bring. I can see how you stare at it sometimes with the look of dissatisfaction during some of our conversations.” Damian offered, joking some at the last part.

“Dames, it’s okay I-“ He cut you off.

“I insist Y/N.” He said handing you the box of books.

You gratefully smiled at him and offered a thank you before continuing along in the store to hunt for more books. It was maybe three hours before you guys left. You had a few bags of books and thanked Damian profusely. He insisted that it was totally fine and you kind of stopped once you reminded yourself that he was, in fact, the son of a billionaire.

Once back in the manor, you had run upstairs to start organizing your shelf, you know, as any book worm might. It wasn’t long before you got a knock at the door and you were pretty sure you knew exactly who it was.

“Come in.” You turned off Y/F/P and waited for the person to come in.

Damian walked into your room and shut the door, “So, about the bet.” He asked, “Was it the most impressive book store you’ve ever seen?”

You thought for a moment, “Well I mean, the one in New York was really cool that one time, oh there was that one from Jersey...” You looked up and smiled, “Just kidding. And yes, it was by far, the best bookstore I’ve ever seen.”

He smiled and walked to you, putting his hands on your waist, “Then I hope that you will keep your end of the bargain and accompany me to dinner Friday night?”

“I will.” You replied, your breath hitching some at how close you two were, “I am slightly disappointed that you didn’t lose though.”

“And why is that Y/N?” He asked.

“Because now, you don’t have to kiss me.” You smirked some as he stared you intensely.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” With that, he pulled you into a long kiss, you ran your fingers through his hair at one point, and he pulled you dangerously close to his chest.

Once you broke apart he spoke up, “Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?”

“That’s an offer I cannot pass up.” You answered, “100%.”

“Well then beloved...” You smiled at the name remembering it from the fan fics, “I hope you have something to wear for our date.”

“I’ll find something.” You looked at your stack of books debating whether or not to start shelving them.

Your thoughts came to a stop when you heard that dinner was ready, you would just do it while Damian was on patrol. You were a night owl anyways, so it wouldn’t matter.

Ya’ll I’m dying I haven’t had literally any sleep but here we are lol. I hope that you guys had a great Easter and are doing well. If you have any requests, please send them in. I hope that you guys are staying safe and are well have a good day and keep sane! 😊

#damian wayne x reader #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x y/n #damian wayne imagine #robin x reader #robin x y/n #batfam x reader #batboys x reader #batfam #dc comics #dc x reader #fan fic stuff #fan fic #for wandering dreamers series

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iggy-of-fans · 5 years

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Daminette AU idea part 2

The Dinner, The Hero

Marinette agrees, so long as she can bring Captain along, and as long as she's not working that evening and they settle the date for Friday evening. Now he knows her past and he's furious with Paris and wants to protect her even more. But he also doesn't want to treat her differently because he's terrified that when she finds out he's a Wayne, she'll freak out.

Marinette makes BatFam macaroons for the dinner, puts Captain on a leash, and puts all the Miraculous jewels into her purse and the kwami all seal into their jewels before she goes down to meet Damian, who took a nondescript car with his father to pick her up. Bruce is very careful with his movements, and it tips her off that they all know about her past, but she's grateful that she doesn't have to be as on guard, especially with Captain being as protective as he is. When they drive towards the city limits she's not freaking out because she knew Damien was well off but when she sees Wayne manor she does have an internal freak out (because how the hell did she NOT know, but she sees Damien worrying and she realizes that he definitely looked her up before today so they could make sure she's not a threat, so she takes his hand and smiles. So they get to the Manor and Alfred opens the door to greet them. But Dusuu senses her old bird, her last good memory before Hawkmoth and she flies out of her purse and hugs Alfred's cheek, crying how much she missed him. Everyone is having a private freak out now (because Bruce and Damien are both thinking "what the f*** is that?" and Marinette is freaking out because "dammit Dusuu, be more careful! Now what am I supposed to tell them?!" and Alfred is so happy, because loosing Dusuu has been haunting him for decades and he's so happy she's okay and back).

"can we take this inside before I explain?" Marinette asks quietly, and Damien takes her hand, smiles, and leads the way inside. Alfred snaps back to butler mode and takes her impressive leather jacket, and the macaroons, and leads the way to the family room where everyone (Stephanie, Barbara, Cassandra, Dick, Jason and Tim) and everyone is looking at Dusuu like "wtf". Bruce introduces his family and Damien introduces Marinette (who, when she sees Dick knows he's Nightwing and realizes they're all in the business and how lucky are they that they have so much support!). She is about to explain when Alfred takes the lead surprisingly and explaining his time with Dusuu during the army and how he lost her in a mission. He explains about the magical ability she holds and what she represents. Dusuu is just on cloud nine to be reunited with her favorite ever birdie and won't let go of him. So Marinette hands over the broach and smiles, saying that when the time comes, she will be taking it back, since she is the guardian of the box. Tikki jumps out at that point and says that as guardian she shouldn't be handing Miraculi so easily, without properly testing someone, and Marinette turns Tikki around to look at Dusuu's crestfallen face and Tikki relent, but says she needs to keep a close eye on Alfred, no skipping her duties. She nods and, with the entire family staring at her she gets embarrassed and transforms into Ladybug. But her costume is completely different, because she's so different. It's now a black leather suit with ladybug wing like Cape and hood, and gloves with the spots. Instead of five dots though, she has ten, showing that she's grown more powerful. She explains the happenings of Paris from her point of view, letting certain things like the torture be untouched, because she just wasn't ready. Everybody is so impressed she did all that alone and while injured and they want to adopt her and maybe use her skills, but she's not ready to suit up for a fight. She's been through too much, hurt too deeply and they all understand (Barbara is instrumental in making them back the hell off).

And so they have dinner like this once a week, for a month, with the entire family coming together and falling a little in love with Marinette.

One day Jason asks if they still own the pent house in Gotham, and if so, why don't they give it to Marinette (because she refuses to live off their charity and become part of the family because she looks the same and all it would take is one picture to Paris and she's screwed). They all agree and bring it up, saying it's closer to school, more secure (with a panic room that alerts them to her and let's her help out behind the scenes on missions) and has a safe for the jewels. So she thinks about it, but her house gets broken into again that evening while she's at work, and Captain gets injured (not badly, but it's enough) and so she moves into the penthouse, where the Wayne men tried to make it more to her taste and expanded the balcony to have a large garden, installed a doggy door for Captain and they even made a sewing room for Marinette, because she used to love it and maybe one day she will again. Bruce surprises her more by handing over the property to her completely, and saying she will still have to pay utilities (not that she will know that they are greatly reduced) but she will be safe at last.

Marinette keeps working and homeschooling and now she sometimes helps Alfred and Oracle on computers, making strategies for them to keep more people safe. She also trains in self defense with the family once a week, so they worry less about her. She is starting to heal slowly. And then a world ending event happens. Who knows what, but the Justice League and Teen Titans are completely overwhelmed (maybe Raven's dad makes a comeback)

"Does anybody have a plan zed?" Batman asks, completely bloody and exhausted. Most of Metropolis. Star City and Gotham is already leveled. Over the coms they hear a brand new voice "I do". It's definitely feminine. Super man freaks out a little "Who is this?!".

"on your left" she answers (yes, avengers reference)

Marinette jumps out in the black cat suit, launches herself into battle and decimate the enemy in less than five minutes. She comes walking over slowly afterwards and the league is just like "who is she? Who brought her in?" and slowly, one by one the league looks to the bat's and they're all looking at Damien, who is looking at Marinette like she is the answer to the universe and everything good and right in the world. She sees the destruction and the wounds on the hero's and does a one to another transformation into Ladybug and does a mass cure, healing the heroes, fixing the buildings and bringing back the dead before passing out in Robin's arms. He was quick to take off his Cape and cover her before anyone could see her face. The bat's take her back home to let her rest and the other heroes come over outside of costume to meet the new BatKid.

And in Paris? Adrien hears about the Ladybug cure in Gotham and decides he will get his princess back now.

To be Continued…

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#marinette dupain cheng #Damien Wayne #Damien Wayne AU #Daminette #MariDami #MariBat #BatFam #BAMF Marinette #Guardian Marinette #Adrien is Insane #Justice League #Sister Wonder Woman

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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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Robstar Week Day 6: Children

So, I actually wrote this a couple of years ago, but I edited it to fit today’s theme. I find Mar’i to be a very interesting character to write, with many different sides to reflect her parents’. And based on the storyline in Kingdom Come, it’s always interesting to consider why she became Nightstar in the first place. So without further ado, I hope you enjoy today’s theme.

I fear the night.

The glow from the day slowly fades away, and darkness seeps into every corner. It swallows the light, chokes it. Night means uncertainty, blindness, cowardice.

Death.

Of course, my dad thrives on it. He whoops with joy as he swings from tower to tower in a black and blue bodysuit. The darkness clings to him, aiding him as he takes his enemies by surprise. A sudden chill, a metal clang, and then you're upside down as you're met with a smirk and a bad pun. The one and only Nightwing of Blüdhaven was the prince of the night (as a certain Bat claimed the crown as King).

My mom was different. She didn't exactly blend into the night (especially when her hair was on fire). She drew her strength from the sun, brimming with radiance and passion. There was little subtlety in her actions: just a high voltage starbolt with deadly aim. She wore her heart on her sleeve, her emotions the center of every decision. Dad says I take after her in that area, but I'm still not sure it's a compliment.

They made a good team, Nightwing and Starfire. Night and Day. Darkness and Light. Dad could cool her fiery temper, Mom made him laugh. She managed to drag him out of the evidence room, and he brought her back down to Earth when she drifted too far out. I guess it was only natural that I came along to complete everything.

I thought it would be like that forever.

But the night always comes, no matter how bright the day was. And in my family, it has a history of claiming the ones we love.

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It was stupid. So unbelievably unfair. She had faced the most unearthly demons: demented aliens, homicidal sisters, psychotic metahumans in Halloween costumes. But in the end, my mother was defeated by something so incredibly…human.

At first, we didn't think much of it. After all, the symptoms of a common flu were nothing to fret over. But a few days stretched into weeks, which turned into months. She grew weaker and frailer, her strength and glow dimming every passing day. She spent most of her time in bed, curled in a ball waiting for the pain to stop. All while her worried husband and daughter watched helplessly by her side.

When the results finally came back, it was worse than we feared. The disease found in her body had spread so quickly through her foreign DNA that it would have been declared terminal on the first sighting. There was nothing that the doctors could do. And even despite Bruce’s best efforts and research, it was to no avail. All we could do now was wait.

The morning after the news my father climbed on top of the roof and remained there for the rest of the day. No matter how many times Bruce or Alfred tried to coax him down, he stubbornly stayed put. Needing some comfort, my nine-year-old self flew up to meet him on the roof. As I landed softly next to him, he turned to look at me. His deep blue eyes that once held laughter and light were now hollow, empty, and hopeless. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and whispered, "I was the same age, Mar'i."

We sat there as the sun set behind the skyline, watching Bruce sped back to Gotham while dusk approached. It was a tender mercy Jason and Tim had volunteered to look after Blüdhaven for the time being. Nightwing simply didn't have the heart to don the mask tonight. We probably could have stayed up there all night when I heard a soft cough behind me. I turned to face my mother on the roof, who looked exasperated with the both of us.

"You will both catch colds if you two stay up here all night." She sounded exhausted, but her eyes held a bit of amusement in the fading light.

My dad suddenly came to life. "Kory! What are you doing up here?"

My mother scooted next to me and stroked my hair. "Well, it does get a little lonely down there by myself, especially after yesterday. Besides, the sun is setting. It is tradition, is it not, my dear Robin?"

Dad gave a timid smile at his old superhero name. But his demeanor changed quickly. "Kory, you should be resting."

My mother scoffed. "I have been resting far too much. I wish to do something more with my life."

"But Kory," my father sighed. "You're..."

"I do not have much time left, Richard. I want to spend time with you and Mar'i. I refuse to spend the rest of my life being afraid of even going outside."

Dad sighed. "I just don't want to lose you, Kory. At all."

There was an eerie silence on the roof as the inevitable truth sunk in. Wanting things to go back to normal, I tugged on my father's sleeve.

"Daddy, can you tell me a story?" I asked. He looked down at me with surprise before smiling.

"Only if your mother helps." He replied. Dad picked me up in his lap, just like he did when I was smaller, and pulled Mom close to him.

"Ok Mar'i," he started. "Let me tell you the time your mother first met a certain little Robin by almost destroying an entire city..."

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Surprisingly, the next couple of months were considerably normal: school, work, training, patrol. We had even gone to see Paris so Mom could finally see the infamous "tower of love." We could almost pretend nothing was wrong.

Almost.

My mother tried not to let anyone see it, but she was slowly fading. More time in bed was necessary, the trips to the hospital were frequent. The medicine receipts piled higher, as well as our stack of bills. She slowly began to lose her strength, her eyesight, and finally, her ability of flight.

But she always managed to keep a smile on her face around me and Dad. On better days, she would take me on short walks and point out the most random things.

"Look at that little robin, Mar'i. Is it not beautiful?"

"But it's just a bird, Mommy."

"Just a bird? Hmm, on the surface yes. But perhaps there is more than what meets the eye. Just like you, my little Bumgorf."

Relatively, these were happy moments. But at last the dreaded day came, and it started out perfectly.

Dad got work off early so we could go to the last night of the carnival. We ate too much cotton candy, failed at most of the games, and were about to go on the Ferris wheel when my mother suddenly doubled over and grabbed onto my Dad for support.

"Kory?" He watched in horror as his wife looked up at him with terrified eyes as she struggled to breathe.

"Kory!" He scooped up my mom bridal style and rushed to the car, his daughter along in a tow.

When we finally got back to the house, we knew we only had minutes. My dad had laid her down on the bed and clutched her hand while stroking her hair.

"Mar'i." My mother rattled. "Come closer. I wish to see you better." She reached out for my hand and squeezed it weakly.

I didn't say a word as I looked up at my mother. Her fiery red hair had lost its luster a long time ago. It hung like a dull rusty curtain over her pale face. Her beautiful features were slowly eroding due to the harsh medicines. But her eyes were still a vibrant glowing green, full of Tamaranean energy—the same energy that flowed through my veins.

"Kory," My father's voice broke as he placed his forehead against hers. She smiled and closed her eyes.

"Richard," she breathed. "If I could only express to you how much you mean to me."

My father kissed her temple. "I already know, Star. I've known for a very long time."

My mother drew me closer as she whispered, "Do not forget to smile, Mar'i. There is joy in this life if you look for it. Please, do not let your father forget that either. I love you, my little Starshine."

I cried as she held me, Dad wrapping his arms around the both of us as my mother gazed upon her little family for the last time.

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"That's Pegasus, and over to the left a bit is Andromeda."

"Is that what the Tamaraneans call them?"

"No, they have weird names for constellations, with even weirder stories. I can't even pronounce most of them."

"I bet I could."

"Okay fine, Princess. Nice to see that you're still humble as ever."

I smile as I slug Dad in the arm.

"Ow!" He complains. "You Tamaraneans seem to forget that your playful punches hurt."

"Quit being a baby and pass me the mustard."

Dad smirks as he gives me the large bottle with a straw sticking out. Our evening picnic by mom's grave seemed an odd sight to some, but we didn't care. Our little memorial marked seven years since my mother's passing. We spent the day with Gar, Rachel, and Vic at the pier as they told me the stories I had heard a thousand times. I never grew tired of hearing about my parents' adventures. Bruce and Damian came by the house later with about twenty floral arrangements to brighten up the grave. And once it hit 7 o'clock, my dad and I headed off to the cemetery to visit my mother.

Four years ago, Dad put his foot down. We were not going to just stare and cry at a headstone all day. So he packed a lunch along with some scrapbooks into our picnic basket as we set off for the cemetery. He said Mom would have wanted us to throw a party or something to celebrate her life. The tradition had remained ever since.

"Speaking of Tamaran, I found this the other day while I was cleaning the attic." He pulls out a small white package and hands it to me. I remove the wrapping to discover a round magenta pendant, set in a silver casing. Its polished surface gleams in the moonlight.

"It was your mother's." Dad says. "She told me it was the only thing she could grab before she was taken by the Gordanians."

I hold up the pendant and trace my finger over the worn Tamaranean markings on the edges. "It's beautiful."

"It's yours." Dad states simply.

I look at him in shock. "But...this is moms. Doesn't it belong to you?"

Dad wraps my fingers around the pendant and looks at me with imploring eyes. "Mar'i, she would have wanted you to have it. Besides, you're the one who's got Tamaranean blood."

I sigh. "Like I even have a clue how to live up to that title. How am I supposed to control...this?" I feel a tingle up my arm as green energy collects around my closed fist. The starbolt isn’t refined and accurate like my mother's. It crackles and burns in the cool night air. Uncontrolled.

My dad gives me a wary look. "You'll learn, Mar'i. It just takes time."

My starbolt fizzes out as my emotions give way to grief. "I miss her."

"I know Starshine, I know. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss her by my side." He draws his arm around my sagging shoulders and pulls me close to his strong chest. We stay that way for a while as the breeze blows my tousled hair away from my face.

"Dad?"

"Mhm?"

"Do you think Mom's watching us right now?"

He looks up at the shimmering constellations. "I know she is. She's probably dragging my parents around up in Heaven and gushing about how gorgeous her daughter is."

I let a small smile break through. "She really loved us, didn't she?"

Dad gazes back at me with intensity. "Mar'i, you were her world."

I crane my neck to see the stars above. We used to spend hours naming the constellations. Sometimes Mom would even bring me to meet Dad on patrol so we could climb the highest tower and see them a little closer.

That seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Dad, can you tell me a story?" I put on my "I'm-still-your-little-girl" face for the extra effect.

He laughs. "I'm pretty sure that's not a single one you haven't heard at least fifty times."

"Oh come one, there's got to be at least one you haven't told me yet."

He gazes off as he thinks for a moment. "Aha! I've got it!"

I lay my head on his shoulder as he goes off on one of his and mom's adventures. I close my eyes and try to picture my mother sitting next to us, laughing at Dad's stupid jokes while holding me close.

I open my eyes and smile. I'm a part of her legacy. Hers and Dads. And even if she couldn't be here physically, I could still bring a part of her back down to Earth.

Perhaps it was time to let go of old fears. Accept and move forward. Like an old Bat once said, to conquer fear, you must become fear. Maybe I could do the same.

For if we did not have the night, then how could we see the stars?

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Ok, I honestly cried writing this, but according to Kingdom Come Starfire died of some circulatory illness. It is interesting considering her alien anatomy, but I wanted to focus on how Dick and Mar’i may have reacted to the situation. Anyway, thank you for reading and I promise a happier story next time. :D

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sassycassie-s-writing · 6 years

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Not According to Plan

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Rating: PG-13/T

Original Idea: Ant-Man and the Wasp, I guess

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I’m not sure what this is, apart from long. It’s just kinda one one of those that’s a bit of a word-vomit... @welovegroot @batboys-and-other-messes

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Dick scooped Mary out of her bed while I picked up her packed backpack and my and my husband’s duffel bags for the mission. We left our apartment and headed down to the garage, where Dick buckled our daughter into her car seat. We started driving from Blüdhaven to Gotham. The outskirts of Gotham, more accurately. The Palisades.

Wayne Manor.

“I hate this,” I muttered while Dick drove the semi-abandoned freeway.

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he said. “But it’ll just be a couple days. And she loves staying with Great-Grampa Alfred, Grampa Bruce, and Uncle Damian. It’ll be okay.”

“If there’s one thing I hate more than leaving our girl it’s leaving her in the middle of the night without saying a proper goodbye.”

Dick let go of the steering wheel with one hand to take mine. “I know babe. But it’ll be easy. Quick in-and-out. The whole mission will take us three days, max. And Mary will be having so much fun with Uncle Damian and all his pets that she’ll barely notice we’re gone,” he said.

I sighed. “I guess you’re right,” I said.

“I know it’s your self-proclaimed job in our family to worry about everything, but just relax a little bit, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When we arrived at Wayne Manor, Damian was waiting for us on the front stairs. He was still in his Robin uniform so he must have just gotten back from patrol. Dick got Mary out of her car seat while I got her bag. Damian accepted both, slinging the strap over his shoulder and curling his niece into his arms.

“What shall I tell her if she asks where you’ve gone?” he asked.

“Tell her that we’ve gone to Coast City for Mommy’s work and we’ll be back soon,” I said.

“And tell her that we love her,” Dick added.

“Yes. Please do.”

“Of course,” Damian said.

“And take good care of our girl, okay? You, Bruce, and Alfred,” I said.

“Of course, Mrs. Grayson.” He nodded to Dick. “Richard.”

Dick smiled. “Thanks kiddo. We’ll be back in a couple days. Max. You won’t even have time to miss us.”

“Tt. We shall see,” Damian said.

Dick put his arm around my shoulders. “We need to get going. We’ll see you soon. Thanks for this, little bird.”

Damian nodded. “Good luck.”

I nodded. “Thanks Damian. We’ll need it.”

After each of us kissed our daughter’s cheek, Dick and I slid back into the car and headed off for our mission.

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BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!

I dragged Nightwing behind a heavy concrete pillar. His limp form was trailing blood. “Nightwing! C’mon! Wake up! Please, baby!”

His eyelids fluttered open. “Heeey sweetheart,” he said. His voice was breathy and exhausted. “I… I don’t think this went according to plan.”

“No. No it didn’t,” I said.

“Babe… I can feel myself checking out.”

“No! Nonononono! You can’t! Please! Mary needs you. I need you.”

He reached one bloody glove up and rested it on my cheek. “Tell Mary… her dada loves her,” he said.

“No. You’re gonna be fine, Nightwing. You’re gonna pull through this. Like you always do!”

“Not this time, honey. I… I love you too. My love. My one and only. My greatest adventure has been our family. I love you.”

His eyelids fluttered shut and he grew heavy in my arms.

“Dick? Dick? NO!” I shrieked. I checked Dick’s pulse. Nothing.

I wept, wave after wave of my powers exploding out of me as my heart wrenched.

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Damian knocked on the door to the room in Wayne Manor that used to be Dick’s—and then Dick’s and mine. I was curled up on the edge of the bed, weeping. Damian was sweaty and in his Robin uniform—fresh off patrol. “Are you alright, Mrs. Grayson?” he asked.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes. “No,” I answered.

He cocked his head to the side. “I understand. It hasn’t been long. Is there any particular reason besides the obvious that you are upset?”

I raised a hand and used my powers to bring something out of the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom and let it float through the air to Damian. He caught it with two fingers, stared at it, and then looked at me. “You’re having another child,” he stated.

I nodded. “Our kids are never going to know their father,” I mumbled.

Damian set the test on the dresser and sat next to me on the end of the bed, giving me a hug. “Mary will remember him,” he said. “She’s old enough. But they will know their father was a hero.” He paused. “I miss him too, Mrs. Grayson. Richard was like a second father to me—more so than just a brother. My deepest apologies and sympathies for your loss. I hope you know that I share your grief.”

I nodded. “I know,” I said, hugging him back. “And thanks, Damian.”

“Of course. You know that if you ever need anything, the whole family is here to help.”

I sniffed. “Yeah. I know.”

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“Dude,” Tim said, on the phone with someone. “You are going to be so mad at Bruce when you get back.”

“When who gets back?” I asked, picking up my utility belt. Ever since the others found out I was expecting I wasn’t allowed on patrol, but I couldn’t find my chapstick so it was probably in my belt.

“Jason. Bruce sent him to Colorado without all the intel he had,” Tim said.

“Oh. Hi Jason!”

“Mrs. G says ‘Hi Jason.’ … He says hi,” Tim said to me.

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One Year Later…

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“Listen, Babs, I’d love to have a girl’s weekend but I have two kids to take care of on my own,” I said with my phone crammed between my ear and my shoulder. “Yeah I could drop them off at Bruce’s but the last time I left Mary for more than one night I lost the love of my life. I'm not interested in… Yeah I know it’s not likely to happen again but I just can’t. I'm not ready for that yet… Hey, I just started reconditioning, okay? I did just have a baby a few months ago.”

Speaking of, my infant started crying.

“Shh… shh… it’s okay Peter. Mama’s here. Mama’s got you.” I bounced him on my hip, trying to soothe him. “I gotta go, Babs. I’ll think about it and call you later, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen. Thanks for thinking of me, though.” I hung up the phone and dropped it on the sofa.

Mary bounded out of her room. “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”

“Mary, shh! For just a moment, okay? Just let me get your brother to stop crying and then you can tell me whatever it is you’re gonna say.”

“Okay,” she said.

I soothed Peter by bouncing him and giving him his pacifier and then turned to my daughter. “Okay. What’s up, honey?”

“I drew us!” she held out a picture made with crayon of four stick figures. Each was distinctly a member of our family, but still labelled. Daddy, Mommy, Me, Baby Pete

I could have broke down in tears right there. She hadn’t seen her dad in a year and still drew him as part of our family with his black hair and blue eyes. She’d inherited his black hair and bright personality. She had my eyes—brown was dominant over blue—but the glint she had in them, the humor and the joy, that was her dad’s.

“Oh sweetie, it’s beautiful. I love it. Should I put it up on the fridge?”

Her smile reminded me of Dick too—just the unbridled happiness. “Yeah!” she said.

With Peter still on my hip I put the drawing on the fridge while Mary babbled to me about a kid in her preschool class not liking the way she drew. “Baby, what that kid thinks doesn’t matter to you. If you like the way you draw, then keep drawing that way, got it?” I said.

“Mmhmm,” Mary said. “Guess what, Mommy?”

“What, baby?”

“I had a dream about you and Daddy last night,” she said. “You were in a building, wearing costumes with masks on. But it was you and Daddy. The building was on fire and you were crying, asking Daddy not to leave you. He was in a black and blue costume but it was covered in blood like the time I fell off the swing at Grampa Bruce’s.”

I froze completely. I’d hoped that I wouldn’t pass on any sort of superpower to my children and with how much they both took after Dick I thought for a long time that I’d gotten lucky and hadn’t passed any meta-gene on. Apparently I was wrong. “That’s… an interesting dream, baby,” I said.

“It felt like it really happened,” Mary said matter-of-factly. “Is that how Daddy died?”

“No, honey. Daddy died while we were on a business trip for Mommy’s work,” I said. It was definitely a lie but she was way too young for me to tell her the truth.

It had taken Dick three years of marriage to convince me to have kids in the first place since I was so scared of them ending up with powers. Now Mary was dreaming about the night her father died.

The doorbell rang, knocking me out of my thought process. I went over to it with Mary leading the way. she wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the lock yet though, so I peered through the peephole.

“Uncle Damian,” I said as I opened the door.

“Mrs. Grayson,” he greeted as Mary shouted, “Uncle Damian!” and threw her arms around his legs. He patted her head absentmindedly. “I need you and your children to come with me. Right now.”

I blinked. “Okay. Do I need to—”

“No. Don’t pack anything. We’re just heading to the Manor. But this is urgent.”

I grabbed the diaper bag I kept near the door. “Okay,” I said.

Damian hoisted Mary up onto his hip and jogged down the hallway. I locked the door behind us and followed after him while Peter barbled and pulled on the hair that had escaped my extremely messy bun.

Damian led me and my little family down into the garage of our apartment building. He had one of Bruce’s fancy SUVs—equipped with Peter’s baby seat and Mary’s four-year-old car seat. We buckled my kids in and drove out of Blüdhaven for Gotham. “When is your move into Gotham finalizing?” Damian asked as he drove.

I sighed. “Most of the important stuff is already at the house. I just gotta find time to… dismantle… y’know. The subway. And then sell the apartment lease.”

“Tt. I see,” Damian said. “Should you require, I could come by and assist—”

“No. It’s… it’s fine. I just… I can’t make myself go in there right now. The display cases and everything is just as it was and I wouldn’t even know what to do with most of the stuff we have stored. All our old suits. All our equipment. I just… there are too many memories.”

“What are you talking about, Mommy?” Mary asked.

“Just the place where your dad and I stored the rest of our things after you were born and we needed to make room in the apartment,” I said. “And our house in Gotham where we’re gonna move.”

“How come we’re moving?”

“To be closer to Grampa Bruce and Uncle Damian so they can help me out with you and Peter.”

“Babababa…” Peter babbled quietly. I glanced over my shoulder at him in his car seat. He was gumming his pacifier contentedly.

“Two months old and making noises,” Damian remarked. “Mary didn’t make a sound until she was four months.”

“Mary didn’t speak till she was nearly two and then busted out full sentences,” I reminded him. “Both of my kids were born with a lot to say. They just decided when to start saying those things at different times.”

“Indeed,” Damian said.

“So what’s so urgent that you’re here at eight in the morning on a Saturday?” I asked.

“Tt. Best not to tell. Just to show,” Damian said evasively.

The drive between Blüdhaven and Gotham was about a half-hour, but with Mary talking about school in the backseat, endlessly, it seemed to be quicker than that. Damian loved listening to her stories, even if he wasn’t terribly expressive at showing it. Still, I caught him grinning as he drove.

Once in the Manor, Damian intercepted Alfred. “Pennyworth, if you would keep an eye on the children, I'm going to take Mrs. Grayson downstairs.”

“Of course, Master Damian. It’s always a pleasure.” Alfred took Peter from me and took Mary’s hand while she smiled and giggled and talked to Great-Grampa Alfred about how his outfit looked very nice.

Damian led me immediately to the grandfather clock and down into the Batcave.

He turned to me in the elevator. “Mrs. Grayson… no one will judge you if you cry,” he said. “This will come as quite a shock.”

The elevator dinged open to the cave. Damian led me out. I followed. I hadn’t been down here in… months. Since Peter was born at least. Alfred had used the med-bay to do a lot of my check-ups while I was carrying Peter but I hadn’t been down here since I went back to Blüdhaven.

I trailed behind him to the med-bay. I knew the path well after years of treading it, even in the darkness.

When we reached it, I stopped in my tracks and gasped.

“Dick?” I whispered.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt and was bandaged up. His hair was a mess, his lip was split and bleeding, and he had a black eye. But it was him. Sitting on a gurney with eyes half-closed.

He glanced over at me and gave me an exhausted smile. “Hey sweetheart,” he greeted.

I took a few cautious steps toward him—

And promptly smacked him.

“Mrs. Grayson!” Damian exclaimed.

“Stand down, kid,” Dick said, rubbing his cheek. “I deserved that.”

I grabbed his face as gently as I could and kissed him, ignoring the blood on his lip. “I just… I had to make sure you were real,” I said.

“I'm real. I'm here. Are you okay? You look different. What have I missed? Tim said I was going to be mad when I got back,” he said, kissing me back enthusiastically.

Tim was talking to Dick?! That little liar—he said he was talking to Jason!

I slid my hand down his arm and took his hand. “Come with me and I’ll show you,” I said.

He hopped off the gurney gingerly and pulled on a loose-fitting blue T-shirt.

We headed for the elevator. “What happened?” I asked. “Why did you… why? I was there! You were dead!”

“I'm so sorry, love. I had to. Nightwing had to die to keep you and Mary safe. It was the only way.”

I wanted to just curl up in his embrace and cry for three days. Instead, I muttered, “I'm going to kill Bruce for this.”

“It’s not one-hundred-percent his fault.” Dick paused. “Okay, maybe it is, but the undercover mission I did was… really important.”

“Right,” I deadpanned as we reached the main body of the Manor. I took him to the playroom. “You asked what you missed and why I look different. Well, here it is.” I pushed the door open.

Mary was sitting on the beanbag with a picture book in her hands that she was reading while Alfred sat on a chair with Peter on his lap and read to him. Peter wasn’t paying any attention but he was staying quiet.

“Peter, baby,” I said.

He looked up from where he was chewing his fingers and smiled at me.

Dick gasped quietly from the shadows beyond the door. “We… we had another baby?” he whispered. He didn’t even question that Peter was his. How could he? Peter had his exact hair, both color and texture, and the same eye shape. Though Peter was probably going to have my nose.

“Yup,” I said. “And I'm going to kill Bruce for not ordering you home the second he found out I was expecting.”

Dick stepped into the light of the playroom.

Mary saw him and dropped her picture book. “DADDY!” she shrieked, bounding off the beanbag and running over. Ignoring his injuries, Dick dropped to his knees and gave her the gentlest but firmest hug he could.

“Hi sweetie! Oh I missed you!”

“Mommy said you went to heaven!”

“She thought I did, but I didn’t. Because Grampa Bruce told me to let her think that. But then I came back because I couldn’t leave my babies.” He held her tightly as Alfred got up and brought Peter over. I took our baby in my arms.

“Peter, do you wanna say hi to your dada?” I asked quietly. He kicked his legs but didn’t say anything.

Dick got to his feet, still holding the back of Mary’s head while she clung to his leg and held his hand out for Peter. The infant caught his finger and stared. Peter had green eyes that stared at Dick like Peter was searching his dad’s soul.

After a moment, Peter beamed and started babbling, just making noises.

Dick carefully took him out of my arms and looked up at me. “I'm so sorry,” he said. “I'm so sorry I missed this. Can you ever forgive me?”

I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. “I can. I don’t blame you for this. I blame Bruce. But… give me a couple days.”

“I can’t believe I…” Dick’s eyes watered and spilled over. I wiped the tears off his face. “I can’t believe I abandoned you to go through that alone. I'm so sorry.”

“I know. And it’s gonna be okay, Dick. Just give us all time,” I said.

“You’ll have it,” he promised. “I'm never doing that again. I'm never leaving you, or our children, ever again.”

“Good.”

#Not According to Plan #Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson Imagine #Dick Grayson FanFiction #Nightwing #Nightwing Imagine #Nightwing FanFiction #DC #DC Imagine #DC FanFiction #BatFam #BatFam Imagine #BatFam FanFiction

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odilestory · 6 years

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Two Years - Super!Reader x Tim Drake

pretty long one shot with Jon’s sister (superman’s daughter) and Tim Drake. *SLIGHT NSFW BUT NOTHING SERIOUS* towards the end. also mostly based off Super Sons,,,enjoy!

Being a Kent is about as normal as you’d expect. Obviously, my brother and I inherited my dad’s powers, those being dominant traits (I’m guessing). I remember when I gained my first ability; the super hearing. I was around three years old, in preschool. Now, when you first get the ‘super traits,’ you can’t control them. At all. So, when a kid woke up crying during nap-time, to me it sounded like someone was blowing a trumpet right next to my ear, and I woke up bawling as well. At six, I got the heat vision while in the bath. Thankfully, mom figured out she better take me out of the tub before I boiled myself. At seven I got the strength. I saw two kids fighting on the playground and decided to step in. I interfered by pushing one of the kids, but much to my dismay I didn’t push him to the ground. I pushed him across the school yard. That was an interesting call home. But, by far the most exciting power I gained was when I was eight. That’s when I started flying, and boy was dad excited. Mom was concerned, but she trusted me (even though I was eight) and she trusted dad to help me with it. We had just gotten a trampoline (I think it was a birthday present for me and Jon) and of course, I had to try it out. I remember Mom holding Jon next to Dad while I jumped. One, two, three, and on the fourth, I stayed up there. Just hovering. I looked at my Dad, confused at first, but soon we both smiled at each other and he flew up to meet me. The rest of the powers came over the years. Flying will always be a major perk of being a Kent.

Now I’m seventeen and Jon is ten. I’m a senior and Jon is in fifth grade. We both go to the West-Reeve School, of course he’s in their elementary program and I’m in the high school. We used to go to public school, but Bruce (Dad’s apparent best friend and semi-local billionaire) made quite a donation to the school and insisted that Jon and his son Damian, a.k.a. Robin (did I mention Bruce is Batman?), go there in exchange for their own heroes-and-vigilantes-in-training-headquarters as I like to call it. I had friends at the school, so when Dad told me Jon was going and asked if I would like to, I said sure. The only catch being I had to drive them back to our house everyday. Damian usually stayed at our house after school to do homework. To get home, he usually got zeta beamed back to Gotham via their HQ. Occasionally, I use the head quarters as well, but mostly to monitor Jon and Damian. Some nights, however, I meet up with Batgirl in Gotham and patrol with her under the mantle Supergirl, soon to be Superwoman in about eight months. We’re good friends with the bat-family. After all, I drive one of them home everyday. They’re kinda like my older brothers and sisters in a way. Whenever we would visit them or visa versa, Dick would always entertain me while Dad and Bruce talked about League stuff. Jason taught me a lot about self defense, and even though I would probably never need to know, he taught me how to shoot a gun (much to Dad’s disapproval). Damian was like the annoyingly rude little brother that I never knew I wanted. Steph, Cass, and Babs are like my sisters. We even have a group chat dedicated to bitching about our brothers. Tim was different though. As embarrassing as it is, I’ve had a crush on him ever since I met him at a Wayne Enterprises party. I think I was thirteen and he was fourteen. We kinda hit it off at the party I guess, and we started hanging out a lot. His smart matched my smart, and his stupid matched my stupid, even though at times we were either smarter or more stupid than the other. Not long after I caught feelings, and after about a year and a half of crushing, he asked me out when I was fifteen and he was sixteen. Shockingly, we’ve been able to keep it a secret from both our parents. Being vigilantes helps a lot, I’ll just say I’m on patrol with Steph or Babs and instead hang out at his house while Bruce is gone. Alfred and Babs are the only ones who know, and they’re sworn to secrecy and trusted as well. However, I get the feeling Dick knows too; he always gives me these looks when I’m around him and Tim. I’m not worried though, like Alfred, he’s to be trusted.

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On this particular day, Friday, I had plans to go out with Tim. It was our two year anniversary of him asking me out. I never really kept track of anniversaries, but he seemed to enjoy the thought of it, so I went along. He said he had something special planned, even though as far as I knew we were doing the usual and just hanging out at his place while Bruce was on patrol. We didn’t get to see each other as much lately. He had a lot of cases and he started his internship, which meant he was extra busy. Somehow, he still found time for our time. My first mistake of the day happened before we left the school parking lot. Jon had a big school project on a try-fold that he wanted to put in the trunk. I was waiting for them to get to the car, sitting in the driver seat, texting Tim. I was in the middle of typing when Damian got in the passenger seat and informed me that Jon needed to put his project in the back. I couldn’t open the trunk without the keys (my car wasn’t the newest thing ever), so I left my phone, open, on the seat as I went out to open the trunk for Jon. Of course, in the minute I was out of the car, Damian had noticed I left my phone open. And he found it interesting how I was texting Tim. So, being the sneak he was, he went through as many messages as he could, undoubtedly finding the short “love you”s and “babe”s hidden somewhere in there, because when I got in the car again, we had this weird look on his face like he was trying not to laugh. Or gag. The second mistake wouldn’t have been such a huge factor if Damian hadn’t looked through my phone, but he did. So this didn’t help his developing theory disprove itself: I told the boys I needed to stop at the store and said that I’d buy them a snack if they wanted to come with. I really needed to go to get coffee. For Tim. I figured it would be a nice gift for him. I knew his favorite kind, and the store was on the way home, so I took advantage. Before we started driving I finished my text to Tim, saying “see you later :)” during which I caught Damian trying to take a peek at my phone, but he tried to play it off as stretched him neck. We got out of the car in the store parking lot, I locked the car, and walked into the store with my hand on Jon’s shoulder and Damian on my other side. I made a B-line for the coffee, and left Damian and Jon to pick out their food. It took we a while to find the right kind, so both the boys had found me and their snacks before I could find the right coffee. The boys were quietly bickering next to me. I found it, and picked it up off the shelf checking the price. Damian was quick to notice the one I had picked. He smirked and said, “Is that the one you’re buying?” I responded without looking at him. “Yep. Why’d you ask?” “Well, I couldn’t help but notice that Drake quite enjoys that brand and roast. Any significance?” Damn that kid. Him and his detective mind. Then Jon had to help him out and interrogate me too. “Yeah, sis, you don’t even drink homemade coffee, you only get iced mochas from the shop. Why are you buying it?” They were trying to get me. “A present for a friend.” Was the best I thought of in the moment. “Tt.” Damian made that weird noise and turned, walking to the register. I followed, cursing myself under my breath. If he had suspicion, he was gonna tell Bruce, and then Bruce would call my Dad, and then everyone would know. Including the media. I can just see it now: “WAYNE WARD DATING JOURNALISTS’ DAUGHTER!” Great. The ride back to our house was a nightmare. I could hear Damian murmuring fractions of sentences to himself. He was most likely debating how he should tell Bruce. When we got back to the house, as I unlocked the door, I heard Damian whisper to Jon, “We need to talk. In your room. And she can’t hear.” I scoffed and set my bag down on the couch, going to get a snack from the kitchen. Mom and Dad were still at work and would be for another hour or so. “Sis, me and Damian are going to my room, and no super hearing! We are having a confidential conversation!” “You got it, hun!” I yelled as Jon ran up to stairs to his room, Damian trailing behind. It was a rule in our house that if someone explicitly said for no powers to be used, then we weren’t allowed to use powers. It’s a big trust and loyalty thing, often used as punishment. Instead of grounding us, we weren’t allowed to fly or use super strength or speed. Which, in a way I guess is grounding us. I decided to get the little weekend homework I had done before my night out. I was going to meet Barbara for dinner and catch up time at 6, and then be at Tim’s at 8. I had never been over there that early, it was usually always after 10, but Tim said Bruce was away on business, so he would’t be there. And Damian went on patrol with Dick whenever Bruce left him alone, so we didn’t have to worry. I was done with homework by the time Mom and Dad got home, around 4:30, and Damian left around then as well, making sure to give me a look before he walked out the door. I greeted my parents as usual when they came home. “Hey!” I said when they walked in “How was work?” “mm, it was good. Nothing special today. Did Damian already leave?” Mom said, giving me a kiss on the forehead before setting down her things. “Yep. Just a few minutes before you guys got here.” “How was your day, sweetie?” Dad lifted me up from my chair and spun me around a few times, making Mom laugh. “And where’s my son?” “Your son is upstairs, hopefully doing homework. My day was good.” Jon ran down the stairs and jumped onto Dad’s shoulders, making him stumble. They started their own conversation as I walked to the kitchen to meet Mom. “Do we have anything going on tonight?” I jumped up and sat on the counter, watching as she took out a snack for herself. “I don’t think so. Why, do you have a date?” “A date? Not on my watch!” Dad commented from the living room, earning a look from his wife. I laughed a bit nervously. “No, but I was planning on meeting Babs for dinner at 6 and then maybe helping her on patrol. Is that ok?” “Fine with me. Clark?” She looked to him. “Alright with me. Just be home before 12. She can handle the rest of the night on her own. And call me if you need any help.” “Ok, Dad.” I laughed and hopped off the counter, putting the books I was done with back in my bag and headed up to put it in my room for the weekend. Before I made it halfway up the steps, I was interrogated again. “What’s this coffee for?” Mom yelled from the kitchen. I froze, but gave her the same answer I gave the boys. “Present for a friend. I’m gonna drop it off on my way to Gotham.” “Ah.”

The rest of the night went without conflict. It took me around thirty minutes to fly to Gotham, so I left at 5:15. I liked to be early. I headed out with a kiss from Mom and Dad and a hug from Jon, a change of clothes and the coffee securely in a bag. I landed in Gotham and changed into civilian clothes and walked to the restaurant Babs said to meet at. I gawked at the sight of it. It looked too fancy and expensive. Bruce was definitely paying for this one. Over dinner, I would find I was right. We just talked about stuff in general. She asked me how it was going with me and Tim, and I told her about our planned meeting. She teased me about it, but in a sisterly way. After dinner, we parted ways and I headed to the manor. I arrived promptly at eight and was greeted by Alfred. “Good evening, Miss Kent. Here for Tim, I presume?” “Hi Alfred! Yup, is he upstairs?” I entered as he stepped aside. “I believe so. Is there a special occasion tonight?” I took off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “Two year anniversary, actually.” I smiled at him and he smiled back. “A congratulations is in order, then. Might I ask when you plan on telling Master Bruce?” I sighed. “I have a feeling he’ll find out soon enough.” I turned and headed to Tim’s room. “Whatever you say, miss. If you don’t find him in his room, check the theatre. I saw him there earlier.” “Thanks Alfred!” I hurriedly walked up to stairs and stopped at Tim’s door. I could hear him talking to himself. Cute. I knocked on the door, and then heard some shuffling and a laptop shut. I opened the door and saw Tim finishing writing a note on his desk. I set my bag down on the end of his bed. His room was clean. A rarity. He looked up and smiled at me. “Its been a while.” He said smoothly. “I know.” I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck, and his went around my waist. “Boy, have I got a lot to tell you.” “Well, we’ve got plenty of time. How long can you stay?” “Dad said to be home my twelve. I can stay ‘till 11 just to be safe.” “Sounds good to me.” He smiled and kissed me. Not quickly, but not too slowly either. Maybe for two or three seconds we held onto it. We pulled away at the same time, smiling. “So, what’ve you got planned, lover boy?” I sat on his bed and watched him walk over to me. He stood in front of me, hands on his hips. “If it’s cool with you, I thought we could just hang out. Nothing super special, just fluffy stuff. Watch a movie, cuddle, make out. The basics.” Tim was usually kinda shy and awkward, but we had become so close that he almost reminded me of Dick. Outgoing, and more forward. As just witnessed with the “make out” thing. I laughed lightly. “Sounds perfect. Before we get into it though,” I reached into my bag and pulled out the coffee. “Here’s this. It’s not a lot but you seem like you could use it.” He got this dorky excited look on his face. “Thanks, babe. You didn’t have to get me this, but thank you. So much. I’m sure it’ll be helpful.” He took it out of my hands and gave me a kiss on the forehead, then went to set the bag of grounds on his desk. He turned to me. “Theatre?” He held out his hand. “Theatre.” I took it and we made our way downstairs. We picked an action/thriller movie that got pretty good ratings. Tim was picky about movies. Lucky for him, we barely watched the movie. We were either talking to each other while cuddling or complaining about the movie’s production. We were both quite the critics. Within the last thirty minutes of the movie, we got into a heated make out session that included removing a few garments of clothing. Shirts were no more, but I kept my bra on, I don’t think he minded. I was sitting on his lap, legs hooked behind his back, on one of the couches in the theater room. Last time I checked the time, it was just ten ‘o’ clock. No one was supposed to be home until at least 1 a.m., so we had plenty of time My hand started tracing shapes on his chest and abs, he then moved kiss my neck and collar bones, trying to give me a hickey, earning a soft moan from me. I tried not to be loud. I didn’t want to scar Alfred. We had gone farther than just make out before. We had gone all the way a few times, and I thought tonight would be one of those nights. But before he could take his lips off my neck, we heard: “Drake?” We looked at each other with panic. We were making out, shirtless, and Damian was about to catch us. How embarrassing. “Drake? Are you home?” I quickly handed him his shirt and he found mine, I got off of him and sat next to him, quickly putting it back on and watching him put on his. Damian was gonna get it for ruining my night. “What do we do?” I whispered to him. “I don’t know! If you go upstairs he’ll see you!” “I could speed past?” “He’d still notice…” “Shh! I hear his footsteps,” I put a finger to his lips. “Tim he’s coming in here!” He sighed. We both knew there was nothing we could do. He didn’t even have to say anything, we both knew. Damian walked in. He laughed. The little demon laughed! “So, my suspicions were correct. Between the texts and the coffee, I knew you’d be here, Kent. I told Dick I needed to stop by, and now that I know I was right, I’ll be on my way. Good night, Drake, Kent.” He laughed as he walked out, clearly pleased. After he was gone, Tim and I just looked at each other. We burst out laughing. I fell into his chest and we hugged each other, just enjoying each other’s company. It was almost eleven now, I would have to leave soon. “Thanks for the coffee, babe.” “Thanks for the hickey, sweetie.” I gave him a kiss, said goodbye, gave him a final kiss, and flew off.

I got home at 11:34. I unlocked the door and saw Dad in the kitchen. I figured he had just gotten back from a crisis. “Welcome home.” He walked over to me. He looked tired. “Were you in the city?” I asked as he hugged me. “Yeah, had to check something out. It wasn’t major. Only took an hour.” “Ah. Well, I’m goin’ to bed. Night.” I made my way to the stairs, but again, I was stopped before I made it upstairs. “Why do you smell like…cologne?” I froze again, and sighed. I gave up. I walked back down and sat on the couch. He sat beside me. “Who’s the boy?” I put my head in my hands. He put his hand on my back. I could feel him smiling. “Tim Drake…” He laughed and pulled me to his side. He wasn’t upset at all. He was probably glad it was someone he knew. “How long?” Here goes the shocker. Slowly, I spit it out. “Two…years…” I winced, awaiting reaction. “Two years!?” He pretty much yelled. I heard Mom and Jon coming down the stairs to see what was wrong. I hung my head back on the couch. This was gonna take some explaining.

#Tim drake x reader #batfam #superfam #clark kent #superman #lois lane #jon kent #damian wayne #jon kent sister #dick grayson #barbara gordon #this is kinda long #maybe ill make part two

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soepicsokim · 7 years

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Chapter 10

Warning: Slight talk of miscarriage. turn away now.

I’m awoken with a cup of coffee. “I’ll be happy when I’m completely healed.” I say as I take the coffee out of Bruce’s hands. “This is good Uncle…Batman.”

Bruce smiles and sits in the chair beside me, “They’re going to let you leave the Watchtower. But you have to live with one of three people.” He looks at me as I continue to drink the coffee he handed me. “You can stay at the Manor with Damian and myself. You can stay with Dick in Bludhaven. Or you can stay with Clark in Metropolis.”

“I’ll stay at the Manor.” I didn’t even have to second guess my choice. If I lived with Dick I would be giving myself false hope. Of course I loved Dick, but I felt like he only loved me like a sister. On top of that I’ve heard other heroes walk by my room saying Nightwing and Batgirl might be back together. That made my heart hurt.

I sure as heck wasn’t living with Clark. It’s not the fact I hated my dad. I just felt he only tried to be in my life because he had to. “Uh, Uncle Bruce, I don’t want to leave Damian just yet. And besides The manor was a second home to me as a kid.” I smile at him as I take his hand in hand and stand up.

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One month later (April)

“Good morning Lady Lydia. Would you like a cup of coffee?” Alfred asks as I hobble into the room.

“That would be lovely Uncle Alfred.”

“Why do you call him uncle?” I hear Damian’s voice ask.

I sit down by Damian and sigh, “Because I was raised to call Bruce and Alfred, Uncle. My dad didn’t have siblings on earth and I never really met my mothers family. So Alfred and Bruce became my Uncles.” I take the cup of coffee that Alfred hands me along with a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. I offer Alfred a smile.

"Lydia, will you watch Damian today? I’m going to need Alfred to help me in town and Tim is at school.“ Bruce says pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Sure thing Uncle Bruce.”

“Dick will be by to check on you two some time after his shift.” Bruce says after taking a sip of coffee. With that I just sigh, I didn’t really want to see Dick. I don’t think I am ready to see Dick.

“Can Lydia take me to a park today?” Damian asks keeping eye contact with Bruce. I side eye Damian, he has never wanted to go to a park before. But that’s when I realize how tense I have gotten.

Bruce eye’s me, “Think you’re up for it?” I just nod my head and give a grin. With that Bruce and Alfred leave and Damian and I sitting in the silence for a while.

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“I should have never made you stick to my plan.” My eyes widen when Damian says this as the two of us walk to a park in the middle of town. “You are still hurt and that happened almost a month ago. Tt, I thought Kryptonians healed fast.” He huffed a sigh at the end of his statement.

“They do, I’m half Kryptonian, and on top of that I did something to my class ring that I shouldn’t have.” I offer him a sheepish grin as I show him my school ring. “The emerald isn’t an emerald. It’s a low-key synthetic stone made of Kryptonite.” I sigh as I sit down on the park bench watching people pass by.

“Why would you do something like that?”

“I thought if I was more human, people would accept me more. But it only lead to this.” I say as I point to my entire body. I wasn’t healing right because I wanted to be accepted as a human by Dick. I take off the ring and hand it to Damian. “I trust you will only use this if it is absolutely necessary?” He just nods his head as he puts it in his pocket.

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Damian and I start the long walk back to the Manor when Dick rides up on his bike. “Where have the two of you been? I’ve called you 10 times now and you didn’t answer” He was pissed and he kept his eye contact with me.

I let out a sigh before I talk, “I left my phone at the Manor, and Damian wanted to take a walk to help me build my strength back up. We didn’t realize we walked almost to the other side of the city till we started back.” After I said that I started to walk again, headed back to the Manor.

“Cat, at least let me give you a ride, you’re injured.”

“No Richard, I’m not leaving Dami.” I give him a glare that makes him scared of me. “Come Damian.” Damian runs up to my side and walks with me.

The next day.

I’m sitting in the living room of Wayne Manor when I hear the Zeta tubes in the cave activate. No one should be down there right now, so I go and check. I’m halfway down the stairs when I hear people talking. I decide to become invisible and watch and listen to the people in the cave.

I make it all the way down the stairs and next to the Bat computer when I realize who was in the cave. I see Dick and I start to smile. Next to Dick was what looked to be a yellow and red uniform with red hair. Then the guy in front of me had black hair, a black shirt and blue jeans. His back was to me so I couldn’t see who he was.

“I’m just saying you cheated using your speed.” Dick says grabbing an extra domino mask.

“So did not. Conner cheated with that jump.” The guy in yellow and red says.

Aha, so the man with the black shirt’s name is Conner. I try not to giggle when I realize they were talking about some contest or sport they recently played. I move to lean against the Bat Computer and the computer creaks causing all three to turn and face my direction.

That’s when I look at Conner. He looks just like dad. I put my hands to my mouth instantly. That’s when Dick’s head pops up and starts looking all over the room for me. I hear him, Lyds where are you? That’s when I slowly start to become visible.

“I’m right here. Sorry, I was upstairs and I heard something going on down here and decided to come check it out.” I say as I run my hand through my long black hair. “I didn’t mean to bother you guys.” That’s when I realize who the person in red and yellow is. “Wally?”

Wally looks at me with a confused look. Dick tells him who I am and that’s when Wally looks back at me with wide eyes. I just smile and wave until Conner speaks up.

“So who is she?”

“I’m Lydia Kent. Superman’s daughter. And you are?” I add so much sass into the question, I pop out my hips to the side.

“Superman’s clone. I’m the Superboy.” That’s when I notice Connor's shirt. It’s black with a large red S shield. Pissed isn’t even the word to describe how I feel. I fly across to where they are and look him in the eye then turn to face Dick.

“You didn’t think I would need to know about this. First Kara gets the title Supergirl, which was supposed to be me. And now there is a Superboy.” I point at Conner while glaring at Dick. “I trusted you.” I say before I turn to Conner, “Who grew you? My father would never have approved to be cloned willingly.”

“Lex Luthor had me cloned.” Conner clenched his jaw. I can tell he is getting angry.

I turn to face Dick, “I trusted you to keep me away from Lex.” Before I know it my hand and Dick’s face have met and I’m are running away crying.

The three of them stood there watching me go back up into the Manor. Wally turns and faces Dick, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me you were dating The Cat?” Dick just narrows his eyes at Wally and rubs the handprint I just left on his check.

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

I run past Damian crying my eyes out. Damian lets out a huff and goes back to his book when he sees Dick out of the side of his eyes. “Have you seen Lydia?” Dick asks Damian.

“That depends. Are you the one who made her cry?”

“Damian I honestly don’t have time for this.” Dick says as he makes his way to Damian.

“You made her cry Grayson. I will not tell you where she went.” Damian lowers his book.

“He isn’t the only one who made her cry.” Conner says walking up behind Dick. Damian looks at Conner then looks back at Dick.

“She is not going to be happy about this.” With that, Damian stands up and walks outside to try and find me.

***********

My thoughts are running wild and I could care less about Dick hearing my thoughts. I trusted him. Dad approves of a clone but not his daughter. What if he isn’t just dad’s clone but mine also? I have no idea where I am. Why doesn’t he love me?. I deserve an S Shield. Dick, I’m lost. Wait, Is that? Thank god I found someone I know.

Dick starts running around Gotham looking for me, hoping he is able to find me. He has Wally and Conner help him look for me also. He didn’t like the last thought he heard from me. His brother wasn’t alive, did Scarecrow gas me? Or was it the Joker I saw? Both thoughts had Dick worried.

That afternoon

Damian knew how to throw Dick off his trail. He knew he would be followed, that’s why he would walk into every shop and buy something on his way to the apartment hidden in the middle of town. Damian knew he was driving Conner crazy and that eventually he would stop following Damian.

Dick was doing his best to try to find me based on the thoughts he was hearing from me. I love this apartment. It reminds me of his safe house in Budapest. You can see the Zoo from here. Jay still has a Robin uniform in his closet, that’s funny. Jason sure has a mess here. Yup, I just said Jason’s name again and Dick’s eyes widen every time I think or say Jason’s name.

“Grayson is sitting on the roof of the building.” Damian says as he enters the apartment and takes a seat beside me on Jason’s couch.

“Did he follow you or was he already here?” I ask as I eat fruit snacks.

“The boy scout’s clone followed me. Grayson was already here.” Damian says as he grabs a handful of my fruit snacks.

I sigh, “Ok I’ll talk to him but I’m not moving.” I look at Damian and smile, “Watch this.” Damian is confused but watches out the window along with me.

I’m still mad at you Richard. Don’t think just speak out loud. Dick’s eyes widen and he starts to look around.

“Forgive me? Please. I didn’t know how bad you wanted to have the S Shield.” Dick says with a sigh. Damian looks at me and I smile, I’m in the apartment right under the roof of the building. So I can hear Dick perfectly through the open window.

What If I don’t forgive you? I trusted you and you broke my trust by being friends with a Luther creation.

“I’ll be extremely upset. I didn’t mean to break your trust. Conner has been with and worked with the Justice league for 7 years now. All of us trust him and Luthor hates him.” I hear Dick sigh at the end of him talking. “I just wish you would trust my judgment more.”

Jason walks in and was about to turn on the lights when I fly up and stopped him. I put a finger to his lips and pointed up then nudged him to sit with Damian.

Dick I do trust you. I trust that you will always take care of me. But I’m no good for a hero like you. I’m to damaged. That’s why I ran away to Jason’s safe house.

Dick scoffs, “No good. NO GOOD!” he is yelling and pacing on the roof now. “You are a better person than you think. And Bruce and I told you Jason died. He is the one Robin we tried to save and couldn’t. And I don’t want to lose you, I love you too much to let anything hurt you.” His voice was starting to waiver.

Dick, I’m damaged goods. I’m a walking assassin who has no idea of all her powers. You need someone with the same experience as you. but for some reason you always find me. Now stop pacing back and forth.

Dick sits down on the edge of the building, I see his domino mask fall past the window. All three of us started to hear Dick sob. “I could care less about what powers you have, as long as you are safe and ok. I will always find you and I stopped pacing so now what? Wait how do you know where I am?”

With that I turn on the light to the apartment and stick my head out the window and look up at him. “How long have you known I was here?” I ask looking up at Dick.

“Only since you told me to stop pacing.” He wipes his eyes and looks down at my face with a small smile. “I do love you, ya know.” Hearing that he loves me makes my smile but extremely terrified. So I fly out the window and up to him.

“Come inside marshmallow. I forgive you. But I don’t forgive my dad or Lex.” I offer my hands for him to take, that way I can fly back down to Jason’s apartment. I hear Jason’s chuckle before I even get inside.

“No way. All these years since I’ve known you, I wanted to meet your ‘marshmallow’. But it turns out Dick over there is your marshmallow.”

“I’m glad to see you to Jason.” Dick was not happy with Jason’s comments.

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

Damian leaves to go back to the Manor. Jason said he was staying at Roy’s place, which upset Dick more. So the only people left at Jason’s apartment would be Dick and myself. There is an awkward silence for the longest time between us two. Dick starts to make his way to the window, “Well I better get go-”

That’s when you cut him off, “Stay with me.”

“What?”

“Stay with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

Dick just blinks and sits by me, “Um, ok Princess?” I give him a grin for calling me princess. Then the deepest sigh escapes from me.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been staying here at night since the day you found Damian and I walking back to the Manor.” I sigh again and look down at my hands, “I’m damaged Dick, Lex ruined me and then you saw Deathstroke rape me.”

Dick stops me there because he could tell I was about to cry, “Yeah but here you are alive after so many years of us thinking you died. And nothing came from Deathstroke. You’re here and you’re okay.” I look at the floor while Dick tells me this.

“Richard.” My voice is soft as tears roll down my face.

Dick sees me and rushes to my side. “What? What is it?” He places his arms around me and pulls me close to him. “You are okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”

I snuggle deeper into Dick’s hold. “I’m not ok. Dick,” I pause, “when he, uh, when Deathstroke did what he did. Dick, I need someone with me while I miscarry his child.” I take a breath and hope he doesn't let go of me.

Dick holds me tighter, “I’m not going anywhere babe. How long will it take?” He gently picks me up and lays me on the guest bed in Jason’s apartment.

Tears are streaming down my face faster now, I know he cares because of how he treats me. “It’ll happen sometime within the next 24 hours.” Dick just nods his head and lays in front of me holding my hands. I cry myself to sleep, Dick stays awake to protect me and to make sure I’m aren’t alone when I miscarry Deathstroke’s child.

“Sick sadistic bastard hurt my world.” Dick runs his thumb across my face, “I’ll marry you someday. I promise.” With that he pulls me closer and kisses my forehead.

A/N: Do you think Dick will marry Lyds? So the ring she gave Damian causes her to be human enough but still super? Jason's apartment over looks the zoo? STAY TUNED

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A Party At Wayne Manor (Chp 18)

The secret’s out about Roy and Damian’s relationship, along with Dick and Jason’s future cloned son...to everyone!

“Big brother, hurry up!” Tokyo shouted “We’re gonna end up late to the party!”

“Patience, sis, I’m almost done!” HK shouted back.

Tokyo was pacing herself around the safe house the two got from Jason, as she was busy checking herself out to save some time. She got herself a pink glittery dress and a silk scarf…which is unusual for a feral rabbit like herself. But since it’s a lavish party, it’s best to dress for it to be safe.

HK soon came out the bathroom, for he himself was finally done. He showed up in a black tux, but kept his collar on in place of a tie. So in his case, he looked as if he came out of a bachelor party. The moment Tokyo saw him, she chuckled a bit.

“I always forget that you hate ties” she points out “Let’s hope people will ignore that”

“They might. They’ll be too busy looking at whoever Bruce will being as his date” he responds “And to a further extent, Damian and Roy”

Tokyo then realized it; remembering that Damian and Roy are pretty much a solid couple, even if they’ve been around for roughly six months now. Of course, the duo themselves were gonna be late, so they left the safe house and flew off to the Manor.

Elsewhere in Bludhaven, Dick and Jason were getting ready as well, as both had their suits to be altered to fit their current height. As for Mary, she was busy checking her makeup…long as she doesn’t wear too much…along with the dress she was given to secretly without her fathers’ knowing. When Jason came in, he was the first to notice it off the bat.

“Hey Princess, where did you get that dress there? I like it” he asked her.

“Oh, um…I got it from Ms. Quinn one day” Mary explained “She and Ivy took me shopping while you and Dad 1 was away on patrol”

“Really? Huh…didn’t know that, but glad to hear it. Just let me know if they’re coming, and I’ll perhaps thank them” Jason stated, smiling as he adjusts his tie.

Mary giggles as she was finished up her preparations, allowing Dick to come in to finalize his. He too noticed the dress Mary was wearing, and before he could ask, Jason noticed by saying that Harley got it for her. To Dick’s surprise, that’s a first for him.

“Harley being nice? I haven’t noticed it that much” Dick stated in surprise.

“Yeah. Probably cause with Joker dead and all, Harley’s gotten back to her previous life. Or so I thought, since she’s with Ivy now” Jason responded “Least she’s happy this time”

Dick nods in agreement as the two heads out the bathroom, with Mary awaiting for them near the front door. She said she had gotten a text from Tim, saying he, Barbara and Connor are all gonna pick them up to take them to the Manor.

“Whoa, Connor’s coming also?!” Jason asked in shock “I didn’t know he stuck around. Figure he had went back to Metropolis by now”

“My guess is he may have something important to tell” Dick stated “But let’s hurry so neither of us will be late”

And without hesitation, the three headed downstairs to head outside as they await on the three to arrive. Of course, Mary then questions that if car they have will be big enough for six people, as she knew that most cars can carry roughly five. When asked about the question, she responded by saying that where she or Connor will sit.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Connor’s able to fly, so there’s probably room for us” Dick responded “Don’t tell me he didn’t inform you, no?”

“I may have heard about it during one of my visits” Mary stated “I thought he was joking at first, until he carried me over the skies to prove it”

Both were rather surprised that not only did she witness Connor’s flying skills, he also took her to the skies with him to further show it. Moments later, Tim pulls up inside a jeep, in which Connor got out of the backseat to allow Mary, Dick and Jason inside. He holds the door open to allow Mary in first, to which she giggled a bit.

“My, Connor, you’re quite the gentleman” she stated with a smile.

Connor blushed at the remark, which he couldn’t help but giggle at it. Mary joined in as she goes inside, with Jason and Dick right behind her. Soon after, Connor closes the door, to which he said that he’s ready to head back. Tim then starts the jeep as he makes his way back over to Wayne Manor, whilst Connor flies above to stay on track.

Back at the Manor, the ball room was two-thirds full with many guests—including Munki, Penny and Oxford, who was astounded by the décor—as everyone was busy mingling and enjoying the festivities so far.

“I must say, this is quite the joy” Munki complimented “I’ve never seen a ball this fancy in decades before”

“I have to agree. Everyone seems so happy, as if nothing’s going wrong. I even saw Selina talking to Bruce over by the wine bar” Penny stated.

And she was right: Bruce and Selina were busy exchanging words as they were even busier with the wine that Oxford had sent—something he brought from the island, he said—a possible sign that they’re pretty much enjoying things.

“I must say, Bruce, this is quite the party” Selina stated “Even Harley herself is having quite the time. Pamela should keep a close eye on her, though”

“Hmm? How so?” Bruce asked curiously.

“Well, with Joker gone and all that jazz, who knows how Harley will move on. Though, rumors stated that Pamela’s allowed her to stay” Selina explained “Even Harley went back to her previous job as a psychologist. Nice for her, though”

And with the conversation about Harley goes on, elsewhere, Tania, Helena and Tyreku were busy munching on the food, much to Tifani’s embarrassment. She had to cover her face as a way of saying she doesn’t know them at the moment.

“Honestly, could ya save some for the guests?” she asked “I’m sure they’re hungry…”

“As if. They’re probably slap drunk on that wine we managed to smuggle in” Helena stated “I’m surprised no one had bitch-slapped anyone yet…”

And as if they needed more reasons to spice up the party a bit, Alfred shows up to announce the arrival of Mr. Todd and Mr. Grayson, alongside their daughter (no one knows she’s been cloned). All eyes turned as the three made their way in. Gasps were heard soon as Mary shows up in the dress Harley and Ivy got for her…gasps of surprise, that is.

“Well, well…is that Miss Todd wearing the dress Harley got her?” Selina asked curiously.

“Looks like it. Had no idea it would look beautiful on her” Bruce responded “I must say, Quinn’s got some taste when it comes to fashion. And I like it”

Mary makes her way through the crowd—Jason and Dick right behind her—as they hear many compliments as to not only her dress, but how the first two Robins are also. Both sporting matching suits and ties, though Dick’s is blue in color while Jason’s in red. Plus, both sport flowers on top of it; colors matching the ties.

“Glad you guys could make it” Bruce calls out “Though, how did you get here?”

“Oh, Uncle Tim gave us a ride” Mary responds “Also, his friend Connor came along with him. Hope they come in, too”

And before Bruce could ask about Connor, he, Tim and Barbara enters the room as well, announced by Alfred. Tim was sporting a suit similar to Jason and Dick’s, but with more of a yellow coloration for his tie and flower. Barbara was wearing a light, glittering dress—Mary picked it out herself—and with Connor having a coat hiding his shirt underneath.

“Looks like he’s having trouble finding a suit” Munki mutters “Though the outfit he has on is good nonetheless”

The trio makes their way to where Bruce and Selina is, with Mary hugging Barbara telling her how nice the dress is. And with the conversation between the eight was going on, a dinging sound was heard from a wine glass…Munki’s own specifically. He then tells people that one more announcement was made as to who’s coming last.

“Knowing myself, I always save the best for last” Munki pointed out “And with that, let me announce the last pairing to arrive!”

As everyone turns to see him, he announces the arrival of Damian and his significant other: Roy Harper. And by then, Alfred shows the upcoming couple as they appear in view of everyone. Damian’s suit matches the ones the other three Robins are wearing, except his is purple with green coloration of the tie and flower.

As for Roy, he dons a white suit with a red tie—he opted to not wear the flower. Eyes were glued onto them as they walked across the ball room. Words of happiness traveled through Damian and Roy’s ears as the pair began to smile; by the time they get to where Bruce is standing, he smiles as he began to hug the two.

“Y’know, this is the sweetest moment ever” Tyreku stated “Makes me wanna cry…”

“Wonder if this is how Bruce reacted when Dick and Jason became a couple?” Tania asked “I haven’t heard much of that from last year”

Tyreku stated that Vivani was the one who found out about it at the diner where she works. She had spotted Dick, Jason, Damian and Roy seated together, which sparked her curiosity. While she was getting their orders, she overheard about Damian and Roy being together, much to their surprise.

“Really? So she found out this long before Bruce did?” Tania asked again “I’m surprised she kept it from us…”

“I’m surprised we’re finding this out just now” Tifani added “But thankfully, there’s no issues out of it, which means the family’s expanding even more…far as I know”

And as the girls watch on, they decided to go up and congratulate on the couple’s sudden announcement. The party had continued on in bright spirits, with everyone talking, laughing, eating and drinking…specially the drinking part, thanks to the contributes of Helena’s idea of wine-smuggling.

“What a party, eh Dad?” Roy asked Bruce.

“You’re free to call me that as soon as I see a ring on Damian’s finger” Bruce chuckled “But I won’t rush it, though”

Roy’s eyes widened from what Bruce stated. A ring on Damian’s finger?! Does that mean that he’s okay with Damian being engaged or married to me, Roy thought, I was expecting something else, but this is good? But of course, he grinned as he hugged Bruce, saying yes in response.

“Now this is a party!” Munki exclaimed as the crowd cheers on.

But to everyone’s sudden surprise, HK and Tokyo somewhat flew in through the windows from the ball room, nearly scaring everyone—save for their own team, who were somewhat used to it.

“Leave it to them to do a surprise appearance” Vivani pointed out “They never fail to do so”

“Sorry we’re late; we’re oddly terrible at directions” HK calls out “But thankfully we got here in time. And speaking of time, Jason…don’t you have any news to share?”

Soon, everyone turned their attention over to Dick, Jason and Mary, with her wondering what did HK meant about news? Jason then turns his attention to her, as he looks at her with a growing smile on his face. This does get her attention.

“Princess…remember those conversations that he and I had before?” Jason asked, mentioning Dick in the process.

“Oh yeah, I do. Why, what’s going on?” she asked him.

“Well, turns out Dick and I are planning a sibling for you…a brother of sorts” Jason replied, hoping she doesn’t get upset “Hopefully he’ll show up in a matter of months”

Realizing that they were heading back to the labs to clone a brother, Mary squeals in excitement, saying that she was actually alright with it the whole time. Relieved, both Robins gave her a group hug, as a wave of aww filled the room. This, however, surprises Connor.

“Something troubling you there, dude?” Tim asked.

“Not really. I’m just surprised that he and Jason are having kids…albeit cloned, like me” he responded “And after seeing Mary, I wonder what their son would look like…”

“My guess is he’d resemble Dick more, although a younger version” Tim assumed “It might surprise Bruce himself once we see him”

Curious but rather surprised, Connor then said that he’s also looking forward to meeting with their future son. As for the others, Roy and Damian were busy with the shrimp—that HK then tried to sneak out with—with Tokyo spiking the other punch bowl when no one’s looking. Ivy and Harley was outside being amazed by the moonlight, but was soon joined by Munki.

“Enjoying yourselves?” he asked them.

“To be quite frank, we are” Ivy replied “The party’s not too bad, yet everyone’s getting quite drunk or happy. Probably a mix of both”

“And word about another kid for Grayson and Todd really caught my attention” Harley added “What kind of kid would he be? He’ll likely end up as a Robin too…”

Munki ponders on this. He has realized that the Robin trend started when Dick himself was young, then was given over to Jason, Tim and Damian, in that order. But the first three went and got new hero personas…and by surprise, so did Damian recently. Which means the Robin mantle is still in the air, since Mary had likely ditched it for something else.

“Well…there’s a small chance that may happen, upon the young Grayson-Todd’s decision” he pointed out “If he wants to be a Robin, he may…but likely he��ll opt for something else…”

#fan fiction #batman #roy harper #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #poison ivy #catwoman #rainbow 7 #connor kent

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