#and tim is like “and you really like nighttime... walks.” | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

absurdthirst · 7 months

Text

Kinktober 2023: October 7th

Day 7: Anonymous Sex, Nonconsensual, Somnophilia

Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Sex clubs, offers of blowjobs, voyeurism, masturbation, anonymous sex, protected sex, riding, slight tit play

|| Kinktober List || MasterList ||

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

The case had sent him down a rabbit hole of sex, drugs, money and murder. Taking him to the seediest places in town and talking to some of the most disreputable types. Following lead after lead, casing any scrap of information down so he can put the criminal behind bars.

The club had intrigued him. It scared him how much, although he had pretended to not be interested when scantily clad women jiggled their tits in front of him and asked him if he wanted a blow job. They weren’t hookers, he wasn’t going to bust them for solicitation. This was a sex club.

Sitting hunched over his desk, Tim stubs out another cigarette and reaches for his pack. Last one. The smokey din of the office irritates his eyes, but he needs the nicotine. Or maybe he just needs to sleep.

Not that he would get any. The case would be playing in his mind, over and over again, like a silent record on repeat as he subconsciously looks for any clue that he might have missed on first glance. It’s why he runs on stale coffee and bad bodega sandwiches.

Lighting up the cool menthol cigarette, he takes a drag as he stares at the card propped up against his desk phone. He should have thrown it away, or refused it in the first place, but he had shoved it in his jacket pocket, telling himself he would never use it. It was a pass. A card for one visit without a membership. A test drive, as the owner had told him, the smirk on his face one that had made Tim shuffle uncomfortably. Like the guy could see through the detective’s professional exterior and see what he had really wanted to do while he was asking routine questions.

Sighing, he rolls his head, feeling his neck pop and lets out a quiet groan. The clock on the wall says that it’s too late to get anything decent to eat, and yet it was still too early for Tim to go pass out on his little bachelor apartment sofa. The bed was too big and lonely since Babs had left him. Or, more accurately, kicked him out.

Flicking the ashes into the nearly overflowing tray, Tim puts the cigarette between his lips and picks up the card, looking at it carefully as if it were a clue itself. The shiny gold lettering is pretty, professional. Even if what is for wouldn’t be considered that in some circles.

A test drive, a trial run in a sex club where the only thing that matters is that someone consent. Everything was apparently on the table if the other party was down. He had cleared his throat several times when he had walked by the glory hole stations, the prim suit and tie types on their knees with cocks in their mouths. Nothing wrong with it, especially since the best part of the club was that it was anonymous. No names, no faces. Everyone wears a mask.

Jumping when the filter starts to burn his lips, Tim realizes he’s been staring at the card for so long the cigarette has completely burned down. Crushing it out and shaking his head as he licks his lips, the jolt to reality makes up his mind. Pushing away from his desk and standing straight, reaching for his jacket and tucking the card into his pants pocket. He’ll leave the badge and the gun in the car when he gets to the club. Tired of the idea of being alone, he wants to see what it’s like to experience it as a visitor, telling himself he might find another lead.

****

It’s a nondescript building that looks even gloomier during the nighttime is now in front of him. The covered door mocking him and he heard the faintest sound of music. Wondering if they turn the music up to cover the moans and sometimes screams of the members.

Once he’s inside, the card is taken away and he is shown to the locker room so he can strip down to nothing and put on the demi-mask that had been provided. Plenty of members brought their own, but there were plain black ones like the one provided.

It’s jarring, slightly embarrassing to be naked except for a mask, but it’s also freeing. He can be whoever he wants tonight, do whatever he wants. Walking out of the room into the main area of the club, he can feel eyes on him. Assessing, perhaps speculating on who he is, or what he’s there for.

****

You spot him from across the room. Lazily lounging as you rub your clit, watching the couple beside you as they pleasure each other with their mouths. Catching your attention as he adjusts his mask and then reaches down to adjust his hardening cock, only to remember that he wasn’t wearing any clothes to adjust. A newbie.

You smirk as you pull your fingers away, sliding them into your mouth as you stand and your left hand slides along the woman’s hip and you tap it appreciatively as you move away and start to slowly walk up to the man as he looks out over the small weekday crowd.

“Hey, handsome.” You watch as he turns towards you, apparently distracted as you walk up. Eyes widening behind the mask as he looks you up and down, shuffling his feet slightly and the fact that he is just as naked as you are means he can’t hide the way his cock twitches and bobs as he takes you in. “Me? Uh, I mean, hi.”

Oh he’s sweet. You smirk slightly as you reach out and touch his arm. “Are you looking for something special or just taking it all in?” You ask, wondering what he thinks of this. He’s obviously here for the first time, and you want to guide him if you aren’t the person he would be interested in.

“I don’t - I’ve never-” He shakes his head and gestures around. It’s endearing and you can see that he’s truly overwhelmed.

“Do you want to fuck me?” You ask, giving him a simple question to answer, yes or no.

“Yes.” His answer is rushed out, almost incredulous as if he couldn’t believe that you would even ask that question.

“Perfect.” Your hand slides down to his and you take it to guide him towards the couches. “Do you want to be alone, or do you want others to watch?”

HIs hand squeezes yours as he contemplates before he clears his throat. “Out here is good.”

Leading him over to the black leather sofa, you urge him to sit down, moving to straddle him as he leans back. “So, is there anything that you really want?” You ask quietly. “Or do you just want to cum?”

“I want you to cum too.” His hands are slightly unsure, light on your hips and he slides them up your back experimentally. “I - uh, regular sex I guess?” He gives a self deprecating laugh. “Do you - would you want to ride?”

His cock is thick and gorgeous, laying trapped between his body and your cunt. The head of it mushroomed perfectly and you would love to suck it one day. “I would love to ride that cock, handsome.” You hum, leaning in to kiss his chin and then slowly work your way towards his mouth. Some have rules about not kissing and you don’t want to rush him if that’s not something that he would like.

Instead of turning his head away, Tim turns into the kiss, desperate for the physical contact that he has been missing for such a long time. He doesn’t know your name, but it doesn’t matter right now when his lips are pressed against yours.

When initial contact is broken, it never takes long to get to the sex. The bowls of condoms are on every table that isn’t occupied by a body. Always within read and you snag one even while the man’s tongue slips into your mouth to tear open. Doesn’t matter how handsome he is, you aren’t willing to risk your health. He groans when you take his cock, rolling the rubber down his length and pumping it a few times.

You’re still kissing when you lift your hips, sliding his cock into position to sink down on it. Both of you moan as you take him deep into your body. Groaning when your ass touches his thighs and you circle your hips a few times experimentally.

“Oh shit.” He pants, breaking off the kiss and starting to move his mouth down your neck and over your chest.

He likes it, if the way that he’s twitching deep inside you is anything to go by. Both of you adjust to the feeling before you start to ride him. It’s slow to start, up and down and grinding down on him, squeezing him when you do. His hands start to become a little bolder. Racing over your spin and hips, squeezing your ass and then up to your breasts.

That’s when you get a little quicker, bouncing on his cock. It’s such a good cock, you enjoy the way it stretches you out and fills you every time you fall onto it. Making you moan out wordlessly. It’s not like you have a name you can call out.

“Oh fuck, it’s so- fuck, you’re so hot.” He starts to ramble right before he leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth. Making you whine since you love when attention is given to your tits.

“So are you.” You pant out, enjoying how he is biting and sucking on your nipple, taking cues from your reactions and pulling away from things you don’t react as strongly as the other things you obviously like. “Fuck, I love your cock. It’s so thick.”

He twitches inside you, groaning at the praise and he starts to rock his hips up to meet your thrusts. Both of you chase your pleasure with increasingly unbridled enthusiasm.

You know people are watching, you enjoy the idea but your focus is on this stranger that is currently starting to rearrange your insides with every rough thrust up into you. Bracing his feet on the ground and using that leverage to make sure you feel every inch of him.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fuck!” Your eyes blow wide behind the mask, body locking up in his arms as your cunt clenches down around him. Feeling the ultimate bliss as pleasure courses through you. Taking your breath away and making you collapse against his chest and press your lips to his.

For him, apparently your orgasm triggers his own. Only thrusting into you, pulling your hips once more before he is groaning into your kiss. You feel the heat of the condom being filled inside you as he throbs deliciously against your wall while he rides out his orgasm.

Catching your breath after a moment, you lean back and smile at him. “See you next time, handsome.” You hum, placing a soft kiss on his hips and lifting off his cock so you can make your way to the restroom to clean up. You have a feeling as you look over at your shoulder at his slumped, dazed posture, this man would be back.

#pedro pascal #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #absurdthirst kinktober #tim rockford #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford x you #tim rockford x f!reader #tim rockford smut #tim rockford imagine #tim rockford fanfiction #tim rockford merge mansion

199 notes · View notes

psychologeek · 2 years

Note

You offered to do some fic recs...I was wondering if you had any angsty DC favorites you could share? gen & finished, please :]

Yes, I have!!!

[if you like my recs, PLZ let me know :) .]

[also - my ask box is still open!]

So, first of all - basically everything written by envysparkler (I started, and figured out half of the fics on my recs were written by envy)

Hurt/Comfort

ghost story by envysparkler

Jason Todd dies in Ethiopia. Well. Kind of

outlast the rain by ScarlettSwordMoon

During a routine patrol, Dick’s glove malfunctions and he almost falls to his death. Bruce redesigns them. Problem solved, right? Only Dick is refusing to take the new pair. AKA Trauma is irrational, but love endures all.

Day 4: Dick Grayson’s Eldest Daughter Syndrome & “Catch me.”

For the City Sweetly Whispers by Drag0nst0rm

The first time Bruce hears the city speak, he thinks he's losing his mind.

By the time Gotham's killed Dick's parents and forced a nine year old into the Robin suit, he only wishes that were true.

Tim Drake: Myth and Legend by siren_of_the_ocean

2 fics, both very good

between a rock and a hard place by envysparkler

Tim curled up in a ball and shook with several, near-hyperventilating breaths. Jason clenched his hands into fists.

“Hood?” came Nightwing’s tentative check-in, “How’s everything going?”

I’m trapped under a building, he didn’t say. Tim thinks I’m going to murder him, he didn’t say. Get me out of here before I claw my own skin off, he didn’t say.

Vulpes by Snow_Wyvern (warning -it really scared me! It's like the old Grimm's tales)

No human is permitted to see the Animal Court. But Tim, a feral, too-small thing, with tangled hair and teeth that yet remember how to rend, who scrambles about on four legs as often as two because there is no one to lift him to his feet - Tim, who wandered into the nighttime woods and has no one to call him back to the light of human homes - why would the forest have any reason to think him a man-thing?

Liminal Space by Calamityjim

Bruce's habit of collecting strays is not limited by dimension.

When Young Justice Batman comes across an angsty, seemingly abandoned by his Batman Tim Drake, he decides to step up to the plate and parent the crap out of him.

Words: 77,186 (it's a series, this is the first fic).

muzzled by envysparkler, Periazhad

Tim, bound and gagged, listening to a group of people haggle over his fate, is hard-pressed to think of how this situation can get worse.

Then Hood walks in.

reset by Valkirin

Black Mask hires Circe to keep Red Hood out of his way for a week. Circe's spell will only last a week and she doesn't think Batman will notice or care that she placed a time-limited memory spell on a minor criminal.

Fifteen-year-old Jason Todd wakes up in a future he doesn't understand.

fault lines tremble under my glass house by paperxcrowns

In a moment of clarity, Tim remembers his emergency button. He remembers patrol, and he remembers a gang and a shootout.

He uses his free hand to fumble around until he manages to find the chest piece and press the emergency button. His vision is fuzzing at the edges and the last thing he sees is a dark figure leaning over him, a gun pointed at his face.

Well fuck, is his last thought before everything fades to black.

A Recipe for Disaster by Calypso_Rambles, JUBE514

Titan AU. Red hood came to hurt the baby bird, but find him cooking and grieving his father. FEELS.

Under A Parent's Wing by IzzyMRDB

When Tim found out that Dick Grayson was a gymnastics instructor in Bludhaven, he quickly signed up. After all, learning gymnastics from The Nightwing himself is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Dick Grayson is more concerned at the obvious signs of child abuse he sees in one of his students.

AKA

Dick Grayson, as a childcare worker, is a mandated reporter who knows how to recognize child abuse in his students. Tim Drake, after a lifetime of fear and confusion, learns to trust adults.

Detainment by DragonflyxParodies

"Do you beat your children?” Bruce asks, voice flat and odd in a way unlike any Hal has ever heard before, and Hal’s blood runs cold, and –

Other Batman’s jaw clenches. He does not answer immediately.

The whole fucking League visibly draws back.

In which Bat has instituted very strict measures for handling alternate versions of himself, and the Justice League finds out why

Family Ties by Wafflesssss

Prepare for a cry.

At ages 15, 12, and 9, Dick, Jason, and Tim had found a home in Wayne Manor. Never mind the fact that Dick was the only one Bruce had legally adopted, and never mind that Tim and Jason's parents had no idea where they spent their time(not that either set cared). The three were brothers, and Bruce was maybe sort of like a dad, and it was perfect.

And then Wayne Manor goes up in flames, and only the kids make it out.

Four years later, Dick is angry, Jason is a vigilante, and Tim is a ghost. When Dick has an encounter with the Red Hood, it sets off a chain of events that could bring all three brothers back together. But, for some reason, Batman has taken an interest in each of them. Why?

I Have Come Back To You Broken (take me home) by LylaRivers

His Replacement stares at him with glassy, unfocused eyes, his begging for mercy long since silenced. Jason doesn’t dare let himself think about how the Replacement had pleaded for Robin to save him.

Mēnin Aeide by ApatheticAthena

Batman has taken personal time off from the Justice League when they capture the notorious Gotham crime lord Red Hood. The league thinks he's just another crazed criminal and Jason is doing absolutely nothing to dissuade them of that notion. In fact, he may be making things worse.

A New Day by Sparkypants

Freshly resurrected, Jason comes back to Gotham with a plan for vengeance and zero interest in reconciling with his family.

Things don't quite work out how he anticipated.

Or;

A different take on Jason coming back to the family.

A Hero Lost by Cdelphiki

When Jason Todd died on that fateful April day, Bruce was tempted to just... stop. To let the world know he was Batman, and that it'd just lost a hero in Jason Todd.

And so he did.

It didn't keep him from mourning the death of his son.

Or: Bruce quits being Batman in the wake of Jason's death, tells the world who he is, then retires to Montana and slowly finds healing. And when Jason comes back to life six months later, and Talia tells him 'you remain unavenged,' he can't find any evidence to support that, so he goes home.

Code of Silence by JHSC (TW: lots of triggers! Mentioned CSA)

Willis Todd doesn’t die in prison. That doesn’t change much, until it does.

Don't All Birds Belong in Boxes? by Maladaptive_Daydreamer

scream out my memories as if i was never there by CosmoKid

Tim realizes that the Red Hood is Jason Todd and makes a snap decision: Tim Drake needs to disappear.

that awful sound by MasterOfMyFateCaptainOfMySoul

Dick Grayson is fed up of losing people. So when the Joker kills Jason, kills his brother, he doesn’t let it slide. It changes quite a few things.

Leaving You For the Last Time (Warwick Avenue) by unpossible

A lot of different ways it can go

(Jason, Trauma, and life)

Other recs:

Jason Todd: The Not-So-Outlaw by GoAwayOlivia

Jason Todd isn't what Batman made him, he isn't what the Joker made him, he isn't what the League of Assassins made him, and he isn't what the Lazarus Pit made him. He's his own person and he's taking himself back, one home renovation at a time. Also he might just make friends with the people who are supposed to be his brothers while he's at it.

Contagious by d_aia

Jim didn’t know it, until Maggie barged in, opening his door with such force that it bounced off the wall and broke a glass panel. Whatever he’d wanted object was lost the moment she said, “Somebody killed the Joker.” His first thought was that he expected her to tell him the city was melting down, not to give good news.

His second was, ‘Is the killer worse than Joker?’

The Joker's dead. Now what?

(13k words)

Batman and Robin(s) (and Batgirl) (and Oracle) by IzzyMRDB

Simultaneous Robins AU where Bruce is just juggling being a single dad who loves his children very very much.

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map by ebjameston for Limnaia, SparrowsNest

A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood's lieutenant, and an intern who's promising to fix the IT systems at his office.

It's a weird day for Theo.

There Will Be Darkness Again by dukeaubergine

One of the BEST.

The Toxic Masculinity of a "Hero" by Todd Peters by orphan_account

When Jason gets his newest paper prompt in his Intro to Women and Gender Studies class, he knows just who he wants to write about.

Like Going Through Hell on a Sunday by probablyanxious

Jason Todd has to bring Damian to Gotham for his protection, meets Billy along the way and just doesn't know how he's supposed to keep these kids safe while dealing with his trauma (aka killing that damn clown)

#batman #jason todd #dc au #DC #fic recs #fic rec #fanfics recommendation #batfam #tim drake #red robin #robin #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #gotham #angst #and more #fluff #red hood

238 notes · View notes

grigori77 · 2 years

Text

Reasons to love The Batman (2022)

Like always, MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING!!!! Seriously, if you ain’t seen the movie yet DO NOT READ THIS unless you just don’t care about getting spoiled. Seriously, I warned you ...

...

Incredibly creepy POV opening, that is a BOLD WAY to start the movie.

This may actually be the most no-holds-barred, unflinching PG-13 I’ve ever seen. Seriously, how is this NOT soft-R-rating territory? I’m not complaining, I was HOPING they weren’t gonna pull their punches with this one. Just saying ...

Michael Giacchino’s score is MOODY. After Elfman’s super-Gothic and Zimmer’s pure epic this is a good choice.

Reeves’ take on Gotham is a genuinely terrifying place. The DC universe’s darkest and most dangerous city has never been a more wretched hive of scum and villainy ...

Perhaps my favourite thing about this whole movie is the fact that FINALLY we’re getting to see Batman being The Dark Knight DETECTIVE on the big screen. I mean yeah, there’s still some great action, but he’s finally proper SLEUTHING THIS SHIT ...

Also this Batman is still a really badass fighter, but he’s not a FLAWLESS fighter. He’s still pretty raw, and he still takes a few licks himself. That’s just so much more REAL.

Best Batcave EVER. Seriously ...

Andy Serkis’ Alfred is so DONE with Bruce’s shit already. I love it. And the way they referenced his younger days as a special forces operative and MI6 spook just SENT ME.

Pattinson is FINALLY free of that Edward Cullen baggage. He put that sparkly bastard to bed. He’s amazing.

For the first time since the Tim Burton movies, they’re genuinely properly exploring the PSYCHOLOGY of what made Bruce become the Batman. Our boy is a mental and emotional DUMPSTER FIRE and I wouldn’t change him for the world.

Zoe Kravitz OH MY GOD. I am IN LOVE. Selina Kyle has always been my very favourite DC antihero, and Zoe gives THE BEST, most thoroughly faithful take on Catwoman EVER. They even gave her the right haircut. That means so much to me.

The Bat / Cat dynamic is played to absolute PERFECTION.

Jeffrey Wright’s Jim Gordon is amazing. I mean Gary Oldman is the man but Jeff just NAILED HIM.

Selina’s contact-lens-spycam sequence is fantastic. I can’t believe how tense it is considering it’s not actually technically an action scene ...

The way all the Batman gear is so well realised, it thoroughly convinces as something that an admittedly ingenious reclusive billionaire and his similarly talented butler could have cobbled together themselves.

Seriously though, the Batsuit, the gadgets, and most of all THE BATMOBILE. It’s a fucking souped-up NASCAR hotrod and it actually DRIVES like one, too. There’s no finesse to any of this stuff, it’s pure function and I love it.

Also that nighttime freeway chase in the pouring rain is AMAZING. Definite strong candidate for action sequence of the year right there ...

Colin Farrell is unrecognisable as the Penguin. He’s also acting his socks off. He’s brilliant. This Oswald Cobblepot is a pure lowlife thug with delusions of grandeur, that is just SPOT-ON.

The scene where Peter Sarsgaard’s corrupt DA is a walking bomb and Batman’s just having a conversation with the Riddler through him ... wow, just wow. Genius scene.

“The Sins of the Father will be visited upon the son.” gave me goosebumps because I totally knew where that was going and it did not disappoint. Glorious emotional fallout ...

Really though, the fact they went full-on HUSH with Paul Dano’s Riddler was the best way to go. First time ever this guy is a genuine, credible, realistic THREAT to our Dark Knight on the big screen. And yeah, Dano knocked it right out of the park ...

“He’s my father!” The whole “Carmine Falconi is Selina’s FATHER” part was like “Wow, they really went there, sweet.” It made me really happy.

That corridor fight lit only by muzzle flashes. OH MY GOD ...

Batman and Riddler meet for real in Arkham Asylum. More gooesbumps.

How they made the whole case hinge on that tiny little detail with the carpet tool was perfect. Just like a true classic murder myrstery ...

... and then that reveal of the double-bluff. Inspired. I did not see that coming AT ALL.

On paper that could look like a somewhat disappointing anticlimax for a big action showdown. The way they pulled it off, on the other hand, made it AWESOME. Phenomenal way to do it.

And when Bruce finally, TRULY becomes the Batman, Gotham’s Dark Knight defender, it’s not through beating the bad guys, but by SAVING PEOPLE. Perfection.

Wait ... is that who I think it is in that cell in Arkham? Yeah, I’d recognise that laugh anywhere ...

That epilogue is so powerful. Way to end it, guys.

#the batman #the batman 2022 #matt reeves #robert pattinson #zoe kravitz #paul dano #jeffrey wright #peter sarsgaard #andy serkis #colin farrell #batman #catwoman #the riddler #jim gordon #alfred pennyworth #the penguin #2022 in movies

781 notes · View notes

thealtoduck · 3 years

Text

Being the love child of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne…

Batfamily x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You are moved in to Wayne manor for safety reasons and you being you makes things complicated.

——

You are very much your mother’s son, it’s like you share her aura. It’s most likely because she’s the one who raised you.

You were raised in east Gotham by your mother Selina Kyle and only her. Whenever you asked her about who your father was she’d only tell you that ”It’s not important”.

You grew up knowing about her nighttime profession as Catwoman and you thought it was awesome since you had a similar thrill seeking and morally questionable nature.

Despite these flaws your mother still taught you some common decency like caring for the poor, care for animals (specifically cats) and when it comes down to it… do the right thing… if you feel like it.

She also taught you some survival skills like self defence, gymnastics, parkour and stealing and yes, she does consider these the essential survival skills.

These skills came in sort of handy while growing up in Gotham’s east end, which is basically a guarantee you’ll get mugged at some point.

But that aside you still enjoyed your life in the east end, you grew up there and all your friends lived there, it was your home.

Keyword ”WAS”.

One day at the age of 13 you returned home after school, when you opened the door to your apartment you were met with your mom in her Catwoman suit.

She told you that she really messed up and pissed of the wrong moboss in Gotham and needed to go into hiding.

”Okay, where are we going?” you asked her and she said ”Sorry sweetie but there is no we, i’m sending you to your… well uhm… to- to your dad’s place”.

That set of a bunch of mixed feelings in you, you were finally going to know your dad but your mom was going into hiding god knows where because some bad guy was hunting her down.

She told you to pack your stuff since you wouldn’t be back in the apartment for a while. She said that you would be picked up by someone soon who would take you to your father and she escorted you outside as a car pulled up next to your apartment building.

An older man stepped out of the car wearing suit and tie and a waist coat. ”Good evening Ms Kyle” he said and walked towards your mother and the two exchanged a few words.

The older man then walked over to you and held out a hand for you to shake ”Nice to meet you master Kyle, i’m Alfred Pennyworth your father’s butler” the man introduced.

”Uhm hi you can call me Y/n if you want to” you said awkwardly. ”Alright master Y/n” he said kindly and opened the car door for you. You turned to you mom and gave her a hug, she whispered quietly into your ear ”Don’t try to contact me until i give you a sign”.

”How will i know what your sign is?” You asked just as quietly. ”Your a smart boy, you’ll be able to figure it out” she whispered and let go of you. You knew that meant she herself probably had no idea what the sign would be yet.

You then stepped into the car and Alfred closed the door after you, he then himself got into the drivers seat and drove you away as you waved goodbye to your mother.

The drive took a while but soon the car stopped outside the gates of a manor… Wayne manor. You just sat in the car confused as the gates opened and Alfred drove through them.

The car the stopped outside the manor, you opened the door for it. There was a man waiting for you outside of the manor, he was wearing an expensive looking suit and you already knew it was Bruce Wayne.

You stepped out of the car and for the first time felt something you had never felt before… you felt speechless.

You were then approached by Bruce Wayne who held out his hand to you which you took and he said ”It’s so nice to finally meet Y/n” and you immediately guessed in your mind ”Yeah, he’s pissed about this arangement”.

Bruce led you towards the door and opened it for you. You stepped into the manor and was met with five people waiting for you. Bruce introduced you to Dick, Jason, Tim, Cassandra and Damian (all of whom seemed very iffy about you being there).

Bruce then told Dick to show you around (he probably saw it as a opurtunity for you to bONd). Dick’s tour was really awkward and it was obvious he was trying to keep an eye on you so you wouldn’t do anything bad, though to his credit he was trying his best to be nice.

After the tour he showed you to your room. After he left you alone you came to a conclusion you were going to be miserable here.

1 week later…

A week into living in Wayne manor and you had only established a connection with one living being, that being Alfred… the Cat.

The manor might be big but it still felt like a big cage. Yes, it’s very luxorious and nice but it’s not as easy to enjoy when it feels like no one likes you there.

At some point you decided you had enough of staying in the manor and that you were going to sneak out one night just to get a bit of the feeling of freedom.

You climbed your way out of your bedroom window and snuck your way through the garden and made your way out of the manor grounds and made your way into town.

You roamed around Gotham city not looking for anything specfic, you just needed the fresh air… wait scratch that just air. As you were making your way past an alleyway you were grabbed by the arm and a mysterious figure started dragging you into the alley.

You did what your mom had taught you and started fighting back. You kicked the anonymous person in side making him shout out in pain. ”You little son of a bitch” you heard the unknown man say as he continued dragging you into the alley.

The man managed to overpower you and threw you to the ground in the alley and brought out a knife from his pocket. ”Not so tough now, huh?” He said in a amused voice. But you didn’t pay attention to what he said because you had noticed a dark shadow dropping down behind him.

Next thing you knew the man laid passed out on the ground and THE Batman standing over you. ”You should go home, the city is not safe this late” he said grumpily and the next second he had disappeared.

You made your way back to the manor and snuck in the same way you got out. A few minutes after processing what had happened to you that night there was a knock on the door.

”Come in” you said and Bruce opened the door carrying a small box. ”Hey, just wanted to come check how your adjusting to your life here” he stated kindly. ”It’s fine… i guess” you answered unenthusiastically.

Bruce then came and sat down next to you and said ”I know it’s a big adjustment that you weren’t prepared for but trust me, there are people here to help you with that here, they’ve all experienced it”. You assumed he meant you siblings.

You didn’t really know what to answer him so you shifted your attention to the small box he had in his right hand. ”What’s that?” You asked slightly curious. ”Oh, here it’s for you” Bruce said and handed you the box.

You opened it and your eyes met with a shiny string of pearls. Bruce then spoke up and said ”I just assumed you had a similar expensive taste like your mother. This is a necklace that belonged to my mother and i didn’t really have anything to do with it so i thought you might like it”.

”Thank you, it’s beautiful” you said slightly amazed at the gift. Bruce smiled at you and said ”Me and the others are gonna watch a movie, you can join us if you want but if you don’t want to that’s fine”.

”No..No i’ll join. What are we watching?” you said as you put on the the pearl necklace.

1K notes · View notes

nightlychaotic · 2 years

Text

Protection and Energy

Thank you @the-witches-you-couldnt-burn for the ideas!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The soft click clack of Marinette’s heels was the only sound as she walked down the hall towards the parking garage, moving at a decent clip as she glanced at her watch. 1:30 am. How the hell had it gotten to be so late? She knew she’d be fine inside but she still wanted to get into her car and home as fast as she could.

“Excuse me?”

She jumped, moving on instinct, pinning the poor soul who had snuck up behind her to the wall, forearm braced against his throat.

He put his hands up in a “I surrender” position as she let go, covering her mouth softly.

“I am so sorry. I’m just a bit jumpy. It’s late and I’m usually home by now. The time just got away from me- I really am.”

He just shook his head with a grin. “You’re Tim’s new secretary aren’t you?”

“And Mr. Wayne’s as well. Tabby just quit. Which is one reason why I am here so late.”

“Well, may I walk you back to your car? For protection of course.”

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother. I can protect myself.”

“I can and it’s not a bother. It’s my job.”

“Well if you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“I’m Marinette.”

“Dick Grayson.”

She smiled as he opened the door for her

—--------------------------------------

Marinette closed the car door, making sure it was locked, before heading in. She was early for once, as she was hoping to, wandering down to find the security offices, heading in with a smile, holding herself with confidence as she looked around the small desks, trying to remember which one she’d been told was Dick Grayson’s.

She grinned as she finally found the small desk belonging to Dick in the security section, she set the container of baked goods down, scribbling a short note and sticking it on top.

She left for the upper levels with a smile, having successfully dropped off her small thank you gift.

–

Dick was surprised to find the tupperware container on his desk, peeling the sticky note off of the top of it he grinned as he read it.

For energy

Thank you for walking me to my car last week.

~Marinette

Opening it to reveal muffins, scones, and cookies

—--------------------------------------

This became the new routine for the two of them.

Dick would walk Marinette to her car whenever it got late. The idea of it being late slowly becoming earlier and earlier before disappearing all together. He would walk Marinette to her car, always claiming it to be “for protection” with a grin as they talked. He started to suspect Marinette started parking further away to prolong their short nighttime jaunts.

Marinette would bring in tupperwares full of baked goods twice a week “for energy.” A savory one on Mondays full of muffins and scones and a sweet one on Wednesday with cupcakes and cookies, mixing fruits and sweets in on occasion, slowly learning what Dick preferred through trial and error, making sure to keep those in and expand off the newfound knowledge.

The two were slowly getting closer and becoming the couple everyone rooted for. Before they even were a couple.

The two found themselves dragged or brought into rooms by coworkers and friends to be abandoned under a clumsy excuse like a “forgotten pen” or “watering my desk. Plant. I forgot to water my desk plant. Which I have.” That was the most infamous excuse they’d been given.

It was after the twenty-second occurrence Marinette decided to address it with Dick.

“How long do you think it’s going to take for them to realize they aren’t being subtle?” Marinette asked, pouring two cups of coffee, with a soft smile.

He laughed, happily accepting one from her. “I don’t know. I think they really are trying. They just…. not great at it.”

She nodded, raising her mug in a salute. “I’ll drink to that.”

Dick clinked his mug with hers, the two smiling at each other before taking a drink and heading back to their respective work spaces.

—--------------------------------------

Dick had finally gathered the courage to swing by Marinette’s desk with the aim to ask if she’d like to go out at some point. After a few months of flirting, he was hoping to take the next step.

Unfortunately, or actually, fortunately he had the worst timing imaginable getting to her desk only a minute before two armed men burst into the room, immediately training their guns on the security guard. Dick.

Dick tried to push Marinette behind him only for her to duck underneath his arm to stand in front of the short hallway leading to the CEO offices.

"I'm sorry. You can't see the CEOs without an appointment," she informed them with a smile, not even blinking as one of them pointed their gun at her. His partner keeping their gun trained on Dick.

"Out of the way. I'd hate ta shoot a pretty lady."

Her smile grew serious as he said that. "Have it your way."

She grabbed his wrist, twisting the gun out of his hand, quickly turning the safety on and slid it down the hall behind her. She kept her grip on him, swinging him into his partner knocking both of them down, following up by disarming the partner and knocking the two out.

Dick blinked as she turned to face him, straightening her clothes and smoothing her hair out.

"You got it from here?"

“Marry me.”

“I’d love to. I’ve always dreamt of a Spring wedding. Small, just family and close friends. What do you think?”

He had not been expecting that response. “That sounds beautiful. This Spring or next?”

“This Spring as in next week?”

“So next year?”

“Two weeks? My parents and family can be here in that time.”

“Two weeks is perfect. Is Wayne Manor a good place? We have some beautiful grounds out back, and the gardens are starting to bloom.”

She smiled. “You’ll need to show me the grounds first don’t you think?”

“A good idea. And you need to meet Alfred. And rings.”

“Saturday? And Sunday if we run out of time to sort all of that out?”

“I can be free.”

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I can’t wait. Now I do believe there are a couple of thugs for my fiance to clean up.”

“That my stunning fiance handled as if it was nothing.”

She blushed slightly making a shooing motion at him. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight my love.”

—--------------------------------------

“How’s your desk plant that you definitely have doing, Andy?” Marinette asked as she ran into her coworker in the break room.

“Not my finest excuse I’ll admit but I think the bigger question is how are you doing? You’ve been gone for a month. So has a certain Dick Grayson…. Anything you want to share? A relationship update, perhaps?”

Marinette smiled softly as she looked at him. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? We’re married,” she said before turning to walk away, biting back a small laugh as she heard Andy sputter behind her before hurrying to catch up to her.

“What was that?”

“We’re married. Just got back from our honeymoon in Paris. I showed him around where I grew up-”

“Introduced me to Andre’s ice cream.”

Marinette let out a small squeal of surprise as Dick hugged her from behind, twisting to wrap her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss.

“Good Morning, My Love.”

“Good Morning, Mrs Grayson.”

#maribat #dickinette #mgicivilwar2022 #no beta this is war #MGI CIvil War 2022 #dick justice #nightwing nerds #office romance #fluff

119 notes · View notes

rynne311 · 3 years

Text

Dinner Dates

Request: Hey I love your writing! Can you write a part 2 to grocery dates? Where baby Todd meets the rest of the Batman and the shenanigans that follow?? If you don’t want to, thats good too. I hope you’re doing well during this weird time! Thanks xx

Requested by: Anon...from like a year ago. Sorry for the long wait!

Word Count: 655

Sequel to Grocery Dates

"And you're sure Jason said 'we'?"

"Positive." Bruce confirmed.

"He's never brought a date back here," Dick mused. "Things really must be serious. I wonder what she's like."

"She kind of just babbles on about nothing," Damian supplied.

"You met her?"

"Yes. When I was stuck as Pennyworth's 'assistant.' He adores her." Damian didn't bother to hide the smirk on his face, relishing in his misdirection. As far as he was concerned, this was retribution for the last time they decided he should be treated like a child in front of the press.

"Well, tell us about her," Dick urged.

"I don't really know much else, but her name is Y/N." The looks of his captive audience urged Damian to continue. "Pennyworth trusts her opinion on produce, she apparently enjoys drawing, and-"

He was cut off by the sound of giggles floating into the room. As Jason appeared alone in the doorway, he was sure he could see his family try to adjust to the whiplash they subjected themselves to. It still pained him to see the disappointment on their faces when they registered it was only him standing in front of them.

"You said 'we,' but you're here just a 'you'," Tim said, deciding to forego all greetings.

"Y/N'll be in here in a minute," Jason assured them. "There was no way I was getting her away from Alfred that fast for tonight's little dinner date."

Dick decided to take the lead on the impromptu interrogation, barely letting Jason take a seat on the couch before firing off his first question. "So how did you meet her? How long have you been dating Y/N?"

"Dating Y/N?" Jason shot back incredulously. "Why would you think I'm dating a toddler? My toddler."

"But Damian said-" Tim interjected.

"I never said she was his girlfriend," Damian answered. He didn't make any attempt to hide the smug smirk "I was only asked what she was like, not her relationship to Jason. It's your own fault for assuming."

Before anyone could argue, you appeared in the doorway, walking in as though you'd lived here your entire life. Jason watched as everybody's eyes followed you as you climbed straight into his lap, and in that moment, he knew they'd all already fallen in love with you. He'd seen it happen time and time again beginning with the moment you'd been placed in his arms.

Jason pulled himself from his thoughts about how you always seemed to be the bright spot wherever you went and shifted his focus back to you and your excited retelling of your tour of the kitchen and dining room. It never ceased to amaze him how even the simplest places and things excited you. As he watched the excitement tumble out of your mouth with every word, he could see how much you needed to be here and have more people in your life that elicited this kind of excitement from you.

"What do you think, kiddo?" he started as you paused for a breath. "I rework some nighttime patrol stuff and you get more dinner dates over here with Papa and everyone else?”

The way your smile seemed to grow larger than he ever thought was possible was all the answer he needed from you. To him, you deserved the world, or at the very least, more family than just him.

“I, for one, think that’s an excellent idea,” Bruce agreed, a gentle smile on his face to try and charm you. “We’ll all have a chance to get to know each other better with these dinner dates.”

Jason struggled to stifle his laughter as you whipped your head around to the sound of the voice, and with the most inquisitive look he'd ever seen you questioned, "If this is Papa’s house, then who are you?"

In that moment you left no uncertainty that you were most definitely your father’s daughter.

Tags:

Everything: @societiesholyskittle @pickyblue12 @icycoldbeanieweanies @thoughtfullychaoticdreamer @bloatedandlonly @sakurafille @jason-todd-squad @childofposeidonforlife @webcraft4eveh @bookish-and-shy @dnarez @thirstiestpotato

Jason: @jason-todd-rh @princessowly1234 @manymanyenvelopes @drarrylov3r @axa-vega

Want to be tagged? Let me know via message or ask box!

498 notes · View notes

invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

Text

All Men Have Limits - III

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,500+

Previously on…

Bruce was having yet another night without sleep. It happened often. And similar to the rest of the family, he just learned to function on very few hours of sleep.

So, he decided to make his way down to the kitchen.

But as he walked down the long hallway of bedrooms, he noticed that Y/N’s door was open. He glanced inside to see that it was empty and her bed was still neatly made from this morning.

He looked down at this watch to see that it was almost 5AM.

A part of Bruce expected to find Y/N snacking or drinking coffee. But she wasn’t in the kitchen either.

Bruce sighed, realizing where she’d be and made his way down to the cave.

He expected to find Y/N with her eyes bloodshot and shoulders hunched over at the computers.

What he didn’t expect was to find Y/N passed out, slouched in the chair, knees in her chest and head balanced on the palm of her hand. How her elbow stayed propped up on the arm of the chair was beyond Bruce.

He smirked at the sight.

Perhaps she’d been spending too much time around the Wayne family. She was starting to adopt their bad habit of exhausting themselves.

Bruce knew she would be irritated if he moved her. But, honestly, he didn’t really care.

Carefully, Bruce slipped his arms behind her back – separating her from the chair – and then behind her knees, slowly lifting her into his arms.

Even though the movement was extremely smooth, Y/N still stirred.

“I was just taking a cat nap,” Y/N mumbled, but couldn’t even open her eyes to make the argument compelling. “I’m still working.”

“No, you’re not. Time to get some sleep.”

“Mmmm. Fine,” she slurred and tucked her head into his neck.

Bruce wasn’t sure if her mind even put together that it was him carrying her.

But he savored the closeness as he carried her out of the cave and up the stairs to the second floor of the manor.

When they got to her bedroom, Bruce put her down on the bed so softly, that she didn’t even feel it. Then he bent down to take off her shoes and unfolded the covers to tuck her in.

Just as Bruce reached the door.

Y/N woke up slightly and muttered, “Night, Bruce.”

His hand froze on the doorknob. It was so quiet that he wasn’t even sure if he had imagined it. But he couldn’t find the courage to turn and face her.

So he shut the door and let her sleep.

————

“Where’s Y/L/N?” Damian asked the table.

She usually ate breakfast with them.

“Still sleeping,” Bruce answered without looking up from the newspaper. “No one bother her today. She needs to rest,” that made him look up and give a warning look to Tim, Damian, and Dick.

Then Jason came stomping into the kitchen.

He grabbed a pastry and ate it standing up, getting crumbs all over the floor.

“Where’s ladylove?” He asked with his mouth so full that he looked like a chipmunk.

Bruce ignored him and looked back down at the paper.

But Dick frowned at him. “Don’t call her that.”

“What do you care?” Jason laughed.

Dick didn’t dignify the question with an answer. He just thrust his chair back and shoved Jason’s shoulder as he stormed past him.

“What’s his fucking deal?” Jason asked once he was out of ear shot.

“Watch your language,” Bruce warned with a glare from behind his paper.

Jason exhaled a laugh. “I’m not a kid. I also don’t live under your roof anymore.”

“And I consider that a gift,” Damian muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jason smacked the back of his head.

Damian flew out of his seat and lunged for him. “I will end you, Todd!”

“Maybe when you hit puberty, demon spawn.”

“Damian!” Bruce shouted to get his son’s attention. His son snapped to attention. But then Bruce’s tone was eerily calm when he continued with, “Control your anger.”

It was something they’d been working on since Damian arrived at the manor. Bruce guessed that Damian would always have a temper. But he needed to learn how to control it. Through time and practice, he got better.

Damian took in a deep breath, but still looked like he wanted to murder Jason.

“I will be training,” Damian announced through an irritated sigh before leaving.

Bruce glared at Jason. “Don’t push him.”

“He started it.”

“You claim you’re not a kid, so don’t act like one.”

“Speaking of kids…” Jason started with a smile.

Bruce swiftly stood up. “Don’t even try.”

Then he was gone as well, leaving just Jason and Tim.

“Well, it appears everyone is in a rather bad mood this morning,” Jason joked.

But there was no response from Tim.

“Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!?” Jason yelled.

That woke up Tim and he jumped. “Huh? What?”

————

Y/N would’ve slept the whole day if she hadn’t smelled the coffee and breakfast.

She winced as she woke up to see if her mind was playing tricks on her.

But on top of her nightstand sat a beautiful, antique tray with a full American breakfast on it, a cup of water, a giant mug of coffee, and a little vase with a tiny flower in it – a single, pink peonie.

Y/N rubbed her eyes awake with a shy smile.

Alfred was way sneakier than she realized if he could bring in a full tray like this and not even wake her up. She must be far more exhausted than she originally thought.

But then a piece of paper caught her eye. A note.

Y/N reached for it.

In the neatest handwriting Y/N had ever seen, she read:

“Perhaps you should take the day to relax. I apologize for my behavior last night.”

Y/N snorted at the word ‘behavior.’ Everything he had done last night was passive. It was more of an energy and tension than actual behavior. But Y/N had to give him credit for being aware of it. He had annoyed her last night, especially when Dick somehow took the fall for her own actions regarding her own life.

She ate the food at a disturbingly fast rate, not realizing how starved she’d felt until taking the first bite.

She would definitely miss Alfred’s cooking when she finally left Wayne Manor… whenever the hell that would be.

Y/N hoped it was sooner rather than later.

‘No, you don’t. Liar.’ A voice said inside her head.

Once Y/N had finished eating at light speed, she threw on a pair of baggy jeans and a cropped sweatshirt. She grabbed her coffee and carried it through the hallway.

She heard typing coming from Bruce’s office. He hadn’t used the room since she starting stay at the manor. So, her curiosity got the best of her and she leaned into the doorframe.

Bruce was wearing a navy polo that fit tight on his toned body. He was behind the desk, typing on the computer with his brow folded in concentration.

He immediately noticed her presence and looked up from his work.

“Hi,” she said shyly before she leaned her back into the doorframe and took a sip of coffee.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

“Thank you for the breakfast.”

Bruce leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “I can’t take credit for the actual cooking,” he admitted with a smirk.

“Oh, I know.” Then she looked around the study. “I was on my way to the cave when I heard you in here.”

Bruce frowned at that. “I thought you were going to take the day off.”

“I think you thought I was taking the day off.” Then she raised an eyebrow and glanced at all the work spread out on his desk. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“This is Wayne Enterprises, not my…nighttime…activities.”

Y/N shrugged and sipped more coffee. “Still work.”

Bruce rubbed his face. “Guess so.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Y/N walked into the room and didn’t break eye contact. “If you take the day off, so will I.”

She expected Bruce to immediately shoot down her offer.

But he was smirking as he considered her proposition.

“Deal,” he told her before standing up and walking out from behind the desk.

He got unnecessarily close, invading her space.

Bruce held out his hand.

Y/N grinned at the formal gesture, but shook his hand.

But when their hands gripped together, the gesture no longer felt formal. It felt intimate. Y/N’s grin fell when she acknowledged it.

“What did you have in mind?” Bruce asked. He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

If he felt the same intimacy as she had, he didn’t show it.

Y/N cleared her throat. “How about something simple? Maybe a walk?”

Bruce nodded slowly. “A walk sounds good.”

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Y/N sassed.

He shook his head and almost rolled his eyes before gesturing to the door, silently telling her to go first.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was getting an informal tour of the grounds at Wayne Manor from the owner himself.

Y/N listened closely, genuinely finding all the history interesting. Bruce was surprisingly a good storyteller – even if he was more informative than colorful.

“I know you had a hard childhood. But it still must’ve been nice growing up in a place like this,” Y/N tried to tell him.

“I suppose so.”

He glanced at Y/N and found her giving him an encouraging look, as if she was silently begging him to say more, to share more.

But he left it at that.

“Damian is rather fond of animals. That’s why we updated the old outbuilding. He keeps his horses there…amongst other things.”

Y/N chuckled and nodded, “He was telling me about Batcow the other day.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me telling you this, but I think Damian has enjoyed having you around – all the boys have.”

Y/N hummed and turned to fully face Bruce. “And what about you? Have you enjoyed having me around?”

“Wayne Manor is the safest place for you right now.”

“That’s not what I asked, Bruce.”

But he already knew that.

Y/N waited. Because she wasn’t going to let him ignore her question.

“Dick has taken quite a liking to you,” Bruce said quietly.

“Don’t change the subject,” Y/N snapped.

He opened his mouth to continue, but she cut him off.

“We’re not talking about me and Dick. We’re talking about me and you.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

Y/n took a step closer to him. “Why did you kiss me the other night?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Did you not want me to?”

“What does it matter?” Y/N sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I want to know what you’re thinking. I thought I put up walls. But you give me nothing, Bruce. Absolutely nothing. One second I think you see me as a nuisance, then the next you’re fucking kissing me.”

“You’re not a nuisance.”

“Oh, he speaks!” Y/N threw up her arms.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He asked evenly.

Always calm and collected. Overly polite. Controlled. Closed off.

“Forget it,” Y/N breathed and started walking back to the manor.

But after she was a few yards away, she realized she wanted to say one last thing and turned back around.

“Not that it matters. But I did. I did want you to kiss me.”

“Then why did you run away?” Bruce asked.

“Because I knew you would do it eventually. And I was trying to protect myself.”

So much for a “day off.” When Y/N was upset, she turned to her work to take her mind off of things. Was it denial? Was it displacement? She didn’t like to dwell on it. And most of the time, there was no one in her life to call her out for it.

Y/N thought she was emotionally distant, but Bruce won that race by a landslide. And she found it infuriating.

It was interactions like the one she just had that made Y/N think everything Dick tried to tell her about how Bruce saw her was utter bullshit.

Y/N arrived to the cave with an energy she was definitely not expecting.

Damian and Dick were training on the lower level while Tim and Jason observed from the sides.

Y/N had seen footage of each of them fighting before. It was one of the research pieces she’d watched while investigating them before figuring out their identities. But seeing it in person was a completely different experience.

Dick was using his escrima sticks, while Damian had his katana.

Jason noticed her arrival and made his way over with a smirk.

“Was wondering when you’d wake up,” he greeted.

“Please tell me that’s a sword for training and not an actual blade,” Y/N asked nervously while her eyes followed the two dancing around each other. She could even hear the blade slicing through the air.

“Don’t worry. They won’t seriously hurt each other.” He had a little side smirk. “Especially since Dick is Damian’s favorite.”

Y/N looked at Jason. “I always assumed Bruce was his favorite.”

He shrugged. “Dick’s been a father to Damian far more than Bruce ever has.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. It caught her by surprise a bit.

“Can you fight?” Jason asked her.

Her eyes widened. “No. I don’t know how to do…anything. I did one of those boxing workout classes. I hated it. All the instructors are male models, and that’s their side hustle.”

“I can assure you that was not boxing,” Jason laughed. “Why haven’t asked one of us?”

Y/N shrugged. “Seems like a waste of your time.”

“No, it sounds like a fun time,” Jason corrected.

She laughed at that.

They both watched the two again.

A few moments went by before Y/N quietly added, “I have a gun. I don’t really know how to use it. But I thought it was necessary with my…line of work.”

Jason nodded slowly. “These pansies have a certain aversion to guns.” He looked down at her. “If you need me to show you a few basics, let me know.”

Y/N quickly looked at him. “T-Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Jason Todd may have been labeled an anti-hero or even a criminal at one point. But deep down, he was still a Wayne. And even though he had the reputation of the bad boy, they all knew he was a sweetheart deep down. However, Y/N was now just seeing it.

Y/N jumped when Damian was slammed to the ground.

“Jesus,” she hissed.

“He’s fine,” Jason insisted.

But then he leaned closer and started pointing out certain moves to her.

“With Dick’s gymnastics background, he incorporates a lot more acrobatics and moves that require more flexibility. He’s good at improvisation. He also leans more toward taekwondo. But with his escrima sticks, he also uses arnis.”

He looked down to make sure he wasn’t boring Y/N before he continued.

“He almost moves like a dancer,” she thought aloud, proving she was interested and engaged.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Whereas Damian is still a kid. It’s less about power and more about agility. Before he got here, he was trained to kill. He’s mastered the sword better than any of us – but don’t tell him I said that. Damian’s had to adjust his technique and turn it non-lethal.” He smirked, “Just think devil ninja and that pretty much sums it up.”

Y/N laughed.

“And Tim?” She asked.

“Tim leans towards Kobudo, which is an ancient style developed by the Japanese. He prefers to use a battle staff. He’s smaller, so his technique is very calculated and controlled. Every move he makes counts for something. He’s extremely observant and can read his opponents like a book. Dick tries to create his openings, while Tim waits for the exact right moment.”

“Smart,” Y/N commented.

Jason nodded in agreement.

She turned back to him. “And you? What’s your style?”

“Brutal,” a voice said behind them.

Y/N whipped around to see Bruce standing behind them with his arms crossed. He’d changed, and was now wearing a tank top and sweatpants. Clearly he came down with the intention to train as well.

Jason didn’t seem surprised nor did he acknowledge him, meaning he probably knew the moment Bruce had arrived. He just didn’t care to notice him outwardly.

“Wing chun. Heavy-weight boxing. Krav Maga,” Bruce continued as if he was just listing of stats. “Angry…” he shrugged, “sometimes reckless.”

Jason scoffed at that.

“And he can’t seem to get over his complex for guns,” Bruce finished.

Jason turned to him. He was just an inch or so taller than Bruce. But he looked like he was twice the width and his muscles were somehow even bigger.

“Should we give her a show, B?” Jason offered with amusement.

“We’re not a spectacle, Jason.”

Jason looked down to Y/N. “Such a party pooper this one.”

She smirked at his sass. Bruce was not in her good graces right now, so she would support any and all mocking of him.

Y/N hadn’t even looked at Bruce since he arrived. And now she was choosing it as a perfect time to finally make her way to her computers and away from him.

Jason didn’t miss the cold shoulder. “What did you do to piss off yet another woman?”

Bruce glared at him, and walked down to the training area with the boys.

Jason followed after him.

He looked back and forth between Bruce and up at Y/N, a plan developing in his head.

“$100 bucks Bruce can lay out Dick in two minutes,” Jason said loud enough that Y/N could hear him.

Tim and Damian shared a smirk.

Bruce and Dick glared at him.

“I’m not betting against that,” Damian announced.

Tim smiled. “But I will.”

Dick shook his head in submission, “Fine.”

Bruce needed the practice, even though he was aware Jason had ulterior motives with his request. So he just gave Dick a look of consent.

Y/N tried to ignore what was happening, even though Jason made it very clear for her. She heard the sound of fists and feet hitting skin. He heard their grunts of pain and exertion.

It wasn’t until she heard Dick torment Bruce with, “Come on, old man,” that Y/N couldn’t help but turn to watch them below the platform she worked on.

Dick’s teasing worked, but not in his favor.

Bruce no longer took it easy on him. Maybe that’s what Dick wanted, but he was now on the defense.

They were fighting hand to hand. No escrima sticks or gadgets. Just hand-to-hand combat.

Y/N could tell the that Dick was starting to get frustrated.

Bruce, however, seemed completely calm. He knew all of the boys’ fighting styles and taught them the majority of what they knew. There was a part of Bruce in all of them. It almost made for an unfair fight.

Their movements got faster and faster. Y/N was struggling to figure out what was even happening anymore.

But just when she was about to give up her observing and get back to work, Bruce managed to get a proper grip on Dick and flipped him over his shoulder.

Dick landed on his back hard. So hard, that Y/N heard the smack and the sound alone made her feel sick.

Y/N gasped, and put a hand in her mouth when the sound came out louder than she expected.

Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Dick glanced up at her.

But Bruce was staring down at his opponent.

“Your weight placement was off and you know how to get out of that hold,” Bruce lectured. “You know better.”

Dick glared up at him.

Bruce offered him a hand up, but Dick ignored it.

“I know,” Dick growled as he got to his feet.

“You’re letting yourself get frustrated. It’s causing your mistakes.”

“I said I know,” Dick snapped louder this time.

Before an argument could really start, Alfred made his presence known by clearing his throat.

All the boys looked up at him, as well.

“What is it?” Bruce asked.

“I was rather certain you’d forgotten. Seems I was right.” Alfred cleared his throat. “I came to remind you all that the annual gala for the Martha Foundation is tomorrow night at the manor.”

“Can’t we reschedule it,” Damian whined.

Bruce shook his head. “The Court of Owls is made of Gotham’s elite – many of who are invited. If we cancel, it will cause suspicion.”

“You can’t honestly think we should risk that with Y/N being here,” Dick called out, gesturing up towards Y/N.

Bruce and Dick had a silent conversation.

Y/N knew it was about her, so she did not appreciate being excluded.

“Oh, wow. Looks like one of my safe houses is finally more secure than this place,” Y/N spoke up melodramatically.

But she should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy to escape.

--------------------------------------

Next chapter is gonna be fun, guys. 😈 But let me know what you thought of this one.

#all men have limits #all men have limits part 3 #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson reader insert #nightwing #nightwing x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne reader insert #batman #batman x reader #batfam #batboys #dick grayson x reader x bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader x dick grayson

559 notes · View notes

butwhyduh · 3 years

Text

Night Swim

Garth of Shayeris/Tempest x batsis!reader

Summary: pinning over him. I know like 7 people will read it but he’s too cute. Canon has no home here and timelines don’t matter.

Warning: dash of innuendos.

The apprentice of a justice league member that went on his own. That could describe almost all of your brothers but it also described the beautiful man standing before you. That currently didn’t even notice you were staring at him puppy dog eyed.

“So, are you ever going to do anything about it or just stare at him until he jumps back in the sea again,” Kori said beside you. You jumped and gave her a look. “Noise cancelling glass. He can’t hear us and no one is looking over here,” she reassured you.

“That obvious,” you asked turning to face her. She nodded with a little smile. Of course she thought it was cute. She had told Dick the first time she knew she was attracted to him. That’s how she was raised. No fear of rejection or shame in sexual attraction. You were raised by batman and had a healthy dose of both.

“There’s not like it would do any good. He’s never given me a second thought and I don’t even think he likes surface walkers anyways,” you deflected. She snorted.

“He dated Donna.”

“That shouldn’t count. She’s Themyscirian. They’re like perfect,” you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know. I find Dick very appealing and he is human. Is his powers what attracts you to him?” She asked leaning on a desk. Her long curly red hair flowed over her shoulder in a way that only Kori could.

“No, of course not. I mean, they’re cool for sure. But it’s.. he’s nice and honorable and funny,” you said and she grinned almost proudly.

“And you can be nice and honorable and funny without any meta powers. Don’t put yourself down. And if you need help..” she started.

“No no no. No wing woman,” you said quickly.

“What do you need a wing woman for?” Dick asked behind you. Your eyes widened before you turned around.

“Nothing. Just some guy from college. That I don’t like,” you said in possibly the worst lie of your life. Dick narrowed his eyes at you.

“I can tell you’re lying but if I don’t know the truth, I can’t lie to Bruce about what you’re doing so don’t tell me,” Dick said. Wally, Donna, and Garth walked in the room.

“Wait, did I hear that Nightwing’s little sister is seeing someone? Is he ready to die,” Wally laughed clapping Dick on the shoulder.

“I’m not having this conversation,” you squeaked out before squeezing between the heroes, feeling yourself far too close to Garth for just a moment. Thank goodness M’gann wasn’t there to read your thoughts or feelings. Kori stayed mum on the subject and concentrated on the mission that Dick was prepping the team for.

You didn’t go on missions now. An injury that put an end to that. You just couldn’t maintain the level a vigilante needed. Sometimes you’d help with the computers but mainly you worked at Wayne Enterprise with Tim. You were just visiting on this trip and wasn’t involved in the mission.

“Wish us luck,” Kori said giving you a hug. You couldn’t help but watch Garth in his new blue suit that fit perfectly as the rest of the team walked by.

“Woah,” you said barely above silent but Kori hugging you caught it all and giggled quietly. You flushed and tried to stutter out some excuse.

“He is very handsome. Wish him luck,” she whispered in your ear. You made a little noise to disagree and she simply grinned at you while walking away.

“What was that,” Dick asked, suspicious.

“Nothing, just a joke. Good luck. Be safe,” you said to him and Dick didn’t argue but definitely didn’t believe you before joining his team.

As they left, your mind wandered to the first time you met Garth. It was a mission in a warehouse fire that had homeless people camping out on the second story. You walked carefully to the back office through dense fog with flames threatening any moment to see if there was anyone in there. The fire was getting really close and it was kinda dicey. But it was your first job away from Gotham and you were 14 and you felt the need to prove yourself.

You entered the room bent low with smoke overhead. You saw something move in the back of the room and you made your way towards it. But just as you crossed to the back half of the room, part of the ceiling collapsed, trapping you in the room and knocking you to the floor. You jumped back against the wall. There wasn’t a window and the movement? A toy.

You shrank against the wall and pushed your panic button. The fire was hot and you cursed wearing shorts. “Shit,” you breathed as it started moving closer. The air was starting to get thick. The flames jumped and you pressed against the wall with your eyes covered, expecting flames to hit you.

But instead you felt cool wet air and you opened your eyes to see water surrounding you. It appeared to float in air and you reached a hand out to touch it, confused. As soon as you felt the tips of your fingers dampened, the water crashed to the floor causing you to jump.

In there place was a teenage boy only a few years older than you, grinning. You stared at him in silence. He had just saved your life.

“Did you- how did you-“ you stuttered and his smile grew even wider.

“Aqualad, at your service. You wanna leave before it crashes on us?” He said and you took a step to wince in pain. Oh yeah, when you jumped you twisted your ankle. Your plan, like all the other bats, was to suck it up and hobble out. But Garth had other plans and he quickly scooped you up bridal style as soon as he noticed you couldn’t walk.

“Just hold on. I’ll carry you,” he said walked down the charred stairs carefully. You couldn’t take your eyes off his handsome face the whole time. Your heart pounded and your lack of experience with dating or liking anyone had you completely dumbfounded. “You can let go,” he said with a little smile.

You were out of the warehouse clinging to him past the time necessary and quickly moved away from him, feeling your skin flush. Dick gave you a look over before give Garth with a look you couldn’t recognize.

——————————————

“She’s catatonic, Bro.”

“Feed her something.”

“Wally, food isn’t always the answer,” Dick said giving your shoulder a shake. You jumped and knocked over a glass of water.

“Sorry!” You yelped reaching over to grab a towel.

“I’ve got it,” Garth said and with a flick of his wrist the water started to pour in the sink rather than off the counter. As you watched the water jumped before flowing down the drain. You laughed a little and looked up to see Garth grinning at you. Dick stared suspiciously at you both before being pulled somewhere by another Titan.

“So was the mission okay?” You asked, not knowing what to say. Your crush was more ‘stare across the room’ rather than do anything about it.

“It went well,” he answered grabbing a water bottle and chugging it. You tried not to stare.

“Cool suit,” you said and immediately felt stupid. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Thanks,” he said without adding anything else, leaving an awkward air to hang.

“Damn, you might be from the sea but are soo dry, Garth,” Roy said clapping him on the back on his way to his room. Garth looked at you confused.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been land side. Is being dry an insult now?” He asked.

“I mean, kinda. It just means boring,” you answered with a shrug. “You know Roy.”

“But you are dry. I mean, you live on land. Not that you’re boring,” he said with an awkward laugh. You smiled back at him before taking a sip of your drink nervously. “Does that mean you want to be wet?”

You coughed as you choked on the liquid. He tapped you on the back. “You okay?” He asked concerned. Donna walked by with a raised eyebrow but said nothing.

“I’m fine. No, that’s not how that works. It’s just we aren’t really dry. We’re like 80 percent water. Dry means like sand or something. Too dry,” you said and he nodded humoring you.

“It seems pretty dry here,” he said playfully.

“I can knock over more glasses. Get this place all wet again,” you quipped.

“Tempting. Or you can go swimming with me,” he answered back.

“Haha or I could- what? It’s nighttime,” you answered. “And doesn’t that do something to the currents or something?”

He gave you a dry look. “The currents come in at night? Yep. You’d be the safest person in the water swimming with me. I could navigate night swimming as a squirt. Come with?” Garth asked.

“I-“ you stared before mumbling.

“You what? I didn’t hear the last part,” he said.

“I... can’t swim,” you said and he stared at you and you felt like sliding under the counter and through the floor. Then Garth’s lips curled into a smile and he laughed a little. You looked down awkwardly.

“Oh you’re serious?”

“Yeah...”

“I’m sorry. I forget that swimming is learned skill here. I apologize,” he started.

“It’s okay. Really,” you insisted.

“Come with me. We’ll stay shallow,” he offered. You looked at him before nodding.

“This is a bad idea but let’s go,” you said pulling him along. Garth laughed as you pulled him out the back door towards the beach. “I forgot a bathing suit,” you admitted.

“I guess you could go insi-“ he trailed off as you pulled your shirt off and shorts to swim in your underwear and bra. He quickly looked away as you ran in the water to your waist.

“Coming in? Can’t believe I have to ask, merman” you said and he pulled off his shirt to quickly join you. You splashed him with water which quickly turned into a splashing war.

“Okay, you win!” You yelped as he bombarded you with water. He splashed you one last time and you turned away. Garth grabbed you by the waist as a wave splashed over you. You simply watched each other for a moment. You noticed your feet didn’t touch the ground anymore. You clung to him.

“I can’t touch,” you said a little panicky. He held on to you.

“Don’t worry. I’m right here. I won’t let you drown. It’s my job, remember?” Garth smiled. “Look around. Look at the moon.”

You looked up to see the luminous globe hanging above the sea. It lit a silvery path through the water, highlighting waves crashing. The beach seemed far away. The only sounds were the sea and a few night birds as well as Garth’s breath from being so close. You looked back at him and almost froze. He was gorgeous. The water truly was his element. His dark hair curled in the water and the moon glow highlighted his nose and collarbones. His purple eyes looked almost black in the darkness but the way he looked at you said a ton.

He looked down at your lips and you couldn’t help but lick them, tasting salt water. Garth bent a little and you turned your head up to touch lips softly. His arms wrapped closer around you as you kissed. Garth easily kept you above the water. Your brain was broken. You were kissing Garth, who you’ve had a crush on for a long time.

Suddenly water splashed over your head as a wave crashed on you both. You leaned away with a cough as water invaded your mouth and nose. Your eyes stung and watered a little.

“Sorry, I forgot to pay attention,” Garth admitted sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” you said with only a little cough. “Can we?”

“Get you on land? Yeah. You’re getting cold anyways,” Garth said before swimming towards the shore. It wasn’t a rough choppy swim the way people did. He seemed to simply glide through the water gracefully. So beautifully. Which was broken when he fell over on the beach.

“You’re the most graceful swimmer and trip on your feet when you hit ground,” you said with a laugh as you attempted to help him up. He was far too heavy to lift but appreciated the effort.

“Atlantean,” he shrugged. “Don’t make fun of me too much. You can’t even swim.”

“Yeah? You wanna take a dip in Gotham Harbor?” You asked and he laughed.

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to get some unknown cancer from whatever pollution they have. Or whatever rouge is living there,” he added.

“That’s why I can’t swim,” you answered. It really was cool in the wind and you quickly pulled on your clothing.

“But doesn’t batman have like multiple pools?”

“Yeah but I never used them. I was 15 when he took me in. Too old to learn,” you shrugged.

“You’re never to old to learn to swim. It’s important for safety,” Garth said. “Especially here,” he motioned at the beach.

“Especially if I keep kissing Tempest in the water?” You quipped.

“That’s just a bonus,” he said pulling you close by the hips. You grinned up at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

And a spotlight shined glaringly at you both. You covered your eyes and looked away.

“Come inside,” boomed the voice of your brother. “Now.”

And that’s how you got a 20 minute lectures on the danger of night swimming and risk of hypothermia and Garth got the shovel talk. But despite the fact that Dick was really angry, you didn’t regret a thing and went to bed with wet hair and smile on your face.

#Garth of Shayeris #Garth DC #Garth of shayeris x reader #Garth of shayeris x batsis!reader #batsis!reader #aqualad x reader #tempest x reader #tempest x batsis!reader #dick Grayson is a big brother #Titans tower is on the beach #it’s pretty perfect

287 notes · View notes

mxtantrights · 3 years

Text

past lives | epilogue

a/n: time to look forward. and back. this doesn’t feature a big time jump. I’m gonna make an ending so cheesy... I think I’ve left this story pretty open so that you can insert whatever you want / envision for yourself. Once again thank you all who kept up and read or who’s gonna binge read once this comes out! Love ya <3

You opened your front door and there they all were. Most importantly Alfred. You had to show the man you could cook and fend for yourself if need be. Even though others couldn’t say the same.

“Great you’re all here. Come in, I’ve got the table set up and everything.” you said.

They walk in one-by-one into your home. You were up last night tossing and turning because it really wasn’t much. They didn’t all live in the manor currently but they all had lived there previously.

You eyed Damian specifically, to see his reaction to your place. He hadn’t been inside of it yet. Only ever on the fire escape and even that needed some work. You watched as took one swift look around and nodded at you.

“It’s quaint.” he said.

“Did you just call me cheap or something?” you said.

“It was a compliment.”

“You hesitated.”

You wince as Alfred wrapped up your lower stomach. It was to help the swelling he said. You were sitting up on the bed in the guest bedroom.

“May I ask what caused such bruising.” he asks.

You look over at Bruce who’s out of his nighttime suit and is watching from across the room.

“A really big box.”

You see Tim leaning against the door archway, hands behind his back. Bruce was Batman and Damian was Robin. That meant the Tim shaped Red Robin was Tim. He steps further into the room and reveals his hands.

He hands you two pills, “for the pain.”

You take them out of his hands and put them into your mouth. Then he hands you an opened water bottle. You take that and gulp down the pills, you have to tilt you head back a bit.

When you tilt it back forward you feel the hammering of the punches again. It makes you wince. Alfred had already did the best he could with your face. No stitches thankfully. But just bandages and ointments.

“So how long have you known I was his child?” you ask Tim.

He shrugs his shoulders, “After the gala before the lunch interview”

“You mean the set up to get my DNA.”

He winces when you say that.

“Tomatoe, tomato.”

Alfred lets you know that he’s done wrapping you and that you should lay down and try to get some rest. Which you don't argue with, you get the feeling that you don’t really argue with a man like him. He helps you pull your shirt down.

So you lean back slowly into the bed. You try to hold back the sounds of pain but one slips past your lips. This makes Tim and Bruce stand over your bed.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna die from a couple beatings from Ra’s.” You say plainly.

And it hurts Bruce. Damian had told him that you were in the league years before. But he could tell the harsh treatment you suffered there stayed with you. You were able to take so many hits from Ra’s it was something he never wanted to witness in his life.

“Any normal person would.” Tim says.

Bruce looks over at him.

“Well after I came out the pit things changed.” You answer.

They both look at you then. You figured Damian told at least Bruce that you were brought back to life by the pit. Maybe he was leaving that to you to discuss.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning. Get some-” Bruce begins.

Then you hear the incoming footsteps to your new room. Sure enough Damian pops into view in the doorway. He wastes no time in running over to you, stopping short of hugging you once he sees the wrappings peeking through your newly acquired pajamas.

“Alfred says you’ll live.” he says.

You nod you head lightly, as to not start another headache before the ibuprofen kicks in.

“You got there right in time.”

“I shouldn’t have let him get to you in the first place.”

“Wasn’t your fault, besides I can handle myself.”

“Obviously not look at your face.”

“I was in retirement. Cut me some slack.”

Bruce interrupts the impromptu match the both of you were having. Even though a part of him didn’t want to. He wanted to see the two of you interact more, since the both of you were family after all.

“Time to rest, say goodnight Damian.”

Damian takes another look over you.

“Goodnight.”

He walks out the door with his brother and father. And they shut the lights on their way out. You're thankful you get to shut your eyes for a bit. The homecoming Ra’s gave you was anything but sweet.

By morning time, you wake up to find Damian sleeping in a chair at the end of your bed. He has a blanket pulled over his form, from either Alfred or Bruce you take it.

“Thanks for offering to do the dishes with me. I know Alfred is probably losing it in there.” You said.

Bruce looked at you with a laugh, “Yeah.”

When you handed the last dish for him to dry and cut off the sink you didn’t make a move to leave the kitchen. You had some words to say to him now that everything was out in the open.

“I wanna be clear, that day when you hinted at the recorder being on and me hearing your conversation with the others, I wasn’t rejecting you.”

Bruce stopped drying the plate for a second. You saw him falter. He tried to pick up like it didn’t happen but you saw it. Instead of letting him continue you grabbed the plate from him.

He looked at you.

“You weren’t?”

You shake your head, “No. I think you're a great guy, from what I know at least. And you had to be or my mother wouldn’t have liked you. Nor would she had wanted me to find you.”

“About your mother-”

“We can talk about her another time. I’m talking about you Bruce Wayne. I wanted to let you know that I do wanna figure out this relationship. I couldn’t say anything before because there was things I was unsure of.”

He cleared his throat.

“Like me?”

“No I wasn't unsure of you. I was unsure of how you would react about me and my past. I was your secret child who had been murdered and brought back to life by a mercenary who trained me to kill. On top of that, I had unknowingly cared for your youngest son before either of us knew anything.” you said.

He nodded his head at your words.

“But I think I knew I was sure of you when you wanted to fake me out about the added information in your interview. When you let me walk away.” you said.

Bruce tried to hide a grin but he couldn’t do it, “I thought you rejected me that day.”

“I was trying to protect you. Before I knew who you were during the night time, that is.”

“So now that you know, how do we do this?” he asked.

You hold up on finger, “First, you will not send me money. I make enough as it is and I do not need more.”

“Maybe just a savings account then.”

“No, Bruce, no accounts. And no secret accounts either, I’ve heard from Alfred about your little set ups and such.”

“Sneaky.”

“I like him”

When you finally get to the dinning room in the morning everyone, sans Alfred, is waiting for you. You hold onto your wrapping as you take the open seat next to Damian and across from Jason.

“I just wanna say I’m sorry for flirting with you before I knew you were family.” Jason says.

He doesn’t sound that sorry, which makes you look over at Damian. He’s got a proud smirk on his face. You face forward again.

“It’ll never happen again right Todd?” he asks.

Jason mumbles something indescribable.

Then the room is filled with a moment of silence. It’s not really awkward per say, but you think it’ because they all have so many questions they don’t know where to start.

“So you guys LARP every night?” you ask.

Tim busts out laughing along with Dick. Jason crosses his arms over his chest with a chuckle. Damian, who you can tell is looking at you like you’ve grown another head, isn’t laughing. Neither is Bruce. Like father, like son you guess.

“I think you’re gonna fit right in.” Dick says.

“Speaking of which, are you gonna live here now?” Damian asks point blank.

Bruce beings to apologize for him but you shake your head and let him know it’s alright.

“I’m going to remain at my own residence. If you wanna come over you know the way.”

Jason has a look of shock on his face and Damian stops him.

“Shut it Todd.”

A knock comes from your front door. It must be one of them, maybe they forgot something? You jog over to the door and open it.

Dick Grayson is in your doorway.

“Did you leave something here?” you asked.

“No, I just wanted to say that I’m glad you're a part of the family. Honestly I’ve never seen Damian so calm before. And not his typical calm where he’s planning out every exit, this is different. It’s like he’s a normal kid.” he said.

You are speechless for a moment.

“Thank you for letting me know, Dick.” you smiled.

“Gotta get going, a flight to catch.”

You nodded you head, “Jason said you were in between red-heads. Do I wanna know what that means?”

He chuckled.

“I’ll let you know when I visit again, gotta go meet Wally.” he said.

Then he left with a simple wave. You could tell he wanted to hug you but didn’t want to cross any boundaries you might’ve had. In all honesty you would’ve hugged him back. You can see a bit of him in Damian and you’re thankful.

You closed the door and turned the lock.

As the rest of the boys cleared out, Bruce slid over your phone. The new one that you thought you had dropped on the sidewalk when you were taken. You reach for it and it’s totally fine.

You look up at him.

“Thanks, how did you get this?”

“Nyssa.”

Her name makes you still. She was never going to contact you after that night. Whatever friendship the two of your had was over. It was going to be hard to come to terms with but you’d have to make do.

But why did Nyssa have your phone?

“But this was on the ground last time I checked.” you asks.

“We saw on cctv, she picked it up while you were being put into the van. She had it on her the whole time, she’s the reason we were able to find you. Nyssa turned it on and it pinged a tower.” he answers.

Maybe it would be the last thing she ever did for you. Saving your life. You didn’t know what to think about her actions. It all felt like a past life or something.

You turn it on and see that you have unread messages and unanswered calls. Spanning days.

“How do I have all of this on my phone?” “I might’ve asked a favor from Killer Croc. It’s just the SIM card don't worry.”

“You mean Batman asked Killer Croc to find my phone?”

“He told me it wasn’t that far from where you dropped it, outside of your building.”

“What I’m hearing is you and Killer Croc talk one-on-one.”

About fifteen minutes later, after Dick returned, there was a knock you were expecting. It came from your fire escape. You hurried your way into your room and drew up the blinds. There he was.

You slid open the window.

“Hurry up and get in, it’s fuckin cold out there and I’ve got nothing on.” you said.

He climbed through the window and stood toe to toe with you.

“I can see that. Nice tank top.” he joked.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “You know I can just kick you out of my home you horny bastard.”

“Oh but then we couldn’t all the fun stuff.”

“That would indeed be the point Jason.”

He kissed the top of your head. Then he began to peel off his jacket. The same one that he wore to the gala when you first met. He looked just as good right now as he did that night. The cigarette smell might’ve added to that too. He placed it over the chair that sat in the corner of your room near the window.

It was a quick, like lighting really, and you saw him move his eyes away but he looked at your scar below your collarbone. It stuck out like a sore thumb when you two weren’t rolling around in the dark.

But before you can say something to him, he speaks.

“I never told you this, but I think we must’ve ran into each other before all of this.” he says.

You tilt your head, “where would I run into you, Jason Todd?”

“I’m not sure, maybe in a past life or something.” he shrugs.

You watch as he walks past you, heading to the kitchen no doubt. Out of the both of you your fridge is the better choice for actual food and not takeout. You follow behind him, only up until your room’s doorway which you lean your body against. And you think to yourself, you have a couple of past lives now.

#dc x reader #Jason Todd x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Tim Drake x reader #Damian x reader #Bruce Wayne x reader #batman x reader #batfam x reader #redhood x reader #PAST LIVES

129 notes · View notes

whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

Note

Can I ask for an scenario were the proxies have to interact with Charlie? Like, maybe for example the boss sends the 4 of them to Kate’s old house for some reason, or Charlie just wonders into them because he’s scared

Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

[Proxies and Charlie]

[Warnings: like, none?]

[This is like full fic length bc I kinda liked the idea]

“Kate?” Tim’s soft voice called out from the driver's seat. He sees that she’s gazing out the window, lost in her thoughts. A small sigh escapes his lips as he leans back, hand gently patting at Kate’s shoulder. “Kate, we need to go.”

The dark haired woman stirs, blinking rapidly in response. She pauses. “I’m sorry?”

The men in the car laugh, Toby devolving into giggles as he clicks her seatbelt. “We’re h-h-here,” he smiles.

Kate shifts, slightly uncomfortable in her seat as she reaches to unlock the door. There, down the driveway is the house that used to be hers. She slides out, listening as her teammates do the same. Her shoes rest on the gravel and gently press against the earth. She hasn’t been able to see her house in the daylight for goodness knows how long. In fact, most of the time she’s here, it’s nighttime.

“You okay?” Brian asks as he rests his hand on her shoulder before moving to her upper back. He’s gently guiding her to the house.

She shrugs ever so slightly, a cloud overtaking her eyes. “Not sure.”

Brian hums and gently rubs her back as they walk up to the house. “We’ll be in and out, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tim suddenly cuts in.

“W-Why exactly a-a-a-are we h-here?” Toby asks as he catches up to his three group members, stretching his arms and cracking his neck as he does so.

“Operator said we needed some files or something,” Tim answers. “Shouldn’t be that hard, yeah?”

Kate feels a little on edge and nostalgic when she sees the brick walls that surround her home. She takes a glance around. The yard needs to be done as there’s tall grass and weeds that have overtaken the once pretty garden. Ivy and vines grow over the windows, the brick needs some upkeep - it’s a mess. But surprisingly enough, the swingset is still intact. She walks down the path to her front door and reaches out for the doorknob, opening it and raises her brows to see that it’s open. “Huh,” she murmurs. “Wonder if there have been any squatters in here.”

“Sure hope not,” Brian says as his gloved hands trail the tall grass’ edges. “Means we gotta go out there and hunt them down.”

Tim and Toby both sigh in agreement, grimaces crossing over their faces. This house is practically a time capsule into Operator behavior and the like. It reeks with his energy. This place is only open to proxies, and even then, they have to be cleared proxies. If any humans made it in here, that means they have to get killed. That’s just how it is.

Kate steps into her old house, slightly displeased to see that the house looks eerily similar to how she left it with the minor additions of Lauren’s snooping as well. It doesn’t feel or smell like someone has been in here for a while. She begins to explore the place, her hand on her weapon just in case as her teammates file in.

‘So,’ Tim begins in the back of his proxies’ heads, ‘just a few files. Apparently we’ll know ‘em when we see ‘em.’

Toby snorts slightly. ‘You don’t have anything more solid than that?’

‘No.’

‘They’re bound to have Lauren on them,’ Kate says. ‘It’s uh, just the feeling I get.’

Hums echo throughout the house from her teammates as they split and scope out the house. Kate stands in the kitchen, looking for the files. Nothing so far. She sighs. She was hoping they’d be in and out.

“Any luck?” Brian calls out after deeming the house safe.

“Nope,” Tim calls out from the TV room.

“N-Not here either,” Toby says from one of the upstairs bedrooms.

Kate hums as she opens up the drawers. “Empty,” she says.

Tim sighs and runs his fingers through his hair as he rounds the house, mindlessly looking for the things the Operator asked of them. He’s a little upset that they’re just not out there in the open, but that would be convenient, far too convenient. He begins to look out the window, watching for the birds and other things, anything to just calm down. He pats absentmindedly at his pocket, feeling his pack of cigarettes. “Goin’ out for a smoke,” he says over his shoulder to Kate who is still searching the kitchen.

Tim steps outside and lights up a cigarette, placing it between his lips before sucking in a slow breath. He watches the clouds as they swim in the sky, the sun as it passes overhead. What a beautiful summer afternoon. He’s honestly zoning out when he hears a rustling in the grass. What is that? His head turns and so too do the hairs on the back of his neck. Something is on the grounds and it doesn’t feel human. Tim immediately drops his cigarettes and crushes it under his boot before palming his gun.

Dark eyes begin to scan over the tall grasses as he remains planted at the doorstep. He’s about to call for his teammates in what they lovingly call ‘head talk’ before he sees something peeking out of the tall grass, just outside the brick gates. It has dark hair and sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the lush green. Before Tim can even make any plan of action, it’s up and stalking towards him. He swears under his breath, raising his gun towards the creature.

It hisses, making clicking noises and snarling as it keeps a distance, large hands get held up defensively as Tim growls back.

Kate, in the kitchen, hears this and internally panics. At first, she thought it was some rabid raccoon or something, but she recognizes those clicks. That’s Charlie! She slams her drawer and then rushes out to the front where Tim, Brian and Toby are locked in a standoff with the poor thing.

“Woah, woah!” She cries out, extending her hands as she does so.

“Kate, get back,” Tim hisses, hand reaching out to grab at her collar. He grows in disapproval when she pushes off of him, quickly coming to the zombified proxy’s side.

Upon seeing Kate, the creature pauses. It purrs lowly and lowers his head.

Kate stands in front of him, arms out. “He’s not gonna hurt you.” She gently pushes Charlie back, wanting to get him as far away from her teammates as she can.

“It c-c--could be an o-outlier,” Toby says with narrowed eyes, hand not loosening its grip on his hatchets.

Kate takes in a deep, frustrated breath and shakes her head. “His name is Charlie.” She explains. “He’s what we are.”

“What we are?” Brian asks with a tilt of his head, brow raising, but gun still pointed. “He can’t be.”

Toby nods in agreement. “P-Proxies don’t l-look like t-t-that,” he murmurs with uncertainty.

Tim sighs deeply as he lowers his gun, holstering it. “This is what happens to proxies if the Operator wills it,” he explains, a small grimace on his lips. “It’s the radiation.”

Uncomfortable chills run up and down the spines of Tim’s teammates as they slowly put their weapons away, frowns on their faces.

Charlie tilts his head, though his body language conveys that he’s clearly still distressed over what’s happened. His hands are waving, ready to strike should he need to, teeth bared and ready to snap.

Kate runs her fingers through her hair and waves off her other teammates. “Go back inside, let me handle this,” she commands. “He’s harmless, but you’ve made a bad impression on him.”

“He shouldn’t have been poking in the grass,” Tim says as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Kate sticks out her tongue at him. “Get inside, and bring me two sandwiches.”

“Excuse you?” Tim says in slight surprise.

She looks over her shoulder as she gently grabs Charlie’s large hand, leading him to the swingset that is surprisingly still intact. “Go take a seat buddy,” she guides in a warm tone, watching as Charlie slowly slumps back over to his most natural pose, quietly walking towards the swingset. “You heard me,” Kate calls back over her shoulder.

Tim rolls his eyes and heads back inside, mentally telling Toby to make two sandwiches.

Toby, who is watching as Charlie sits on the swingset, rolls his eyes at Tim’s command before sauntering off to the kitchen. He’s admittedly surprised to pull open the fridge and see it’s stocked with food and there’s fresh bread. ‘What kind of sandwiches did you guys want?’ Toby hums as he rummages through the fridge.

Kate pauses swinging. ‘PB&J would be fine,’ she replies. ‘Really anything goes though, Charlie just looks hungry.’

Toby obliges and frowns for a moment. ‘Do you think you and Charlie can wait a second?’

‘Why?’

‘I have something special in mind.’

Kate hums and then nods. ‘Yeah, take your time, Tobes.’ With Charlie at her side, Kate begins to talk with him, buying Toby some seconds. “So, you feeling alright, buddy?”

Charlie chirps quietly, swinging beside her.

“Did the big guy send you here?”

Charlie nods.

“Is he being mean again?”

Charlie’s eyes lower as he shivers slightly, another solemn nod dragging his head downwards as he focuses on the pretty flowers that grow up from the ground.

Kate furrows her brows with a small frown and stands up from the seat, peeling off her hoodie. She drapes it over Charlie’s shoulders before sitting on the gravel just in front of him, pulling at the pretty pink and blue flowers. “I’m here now, yeah?”

Charlie purrs as he holds the arms of her hoodie, a small smile curling upwards on his face.

Kate hums softly as she weaves him a flower crown.

Inside the house, Toby is almost done with the grilled cheese sandwiches. He’s melting the cheese on the second one when Brian and Tim stroll in, a tad bored from watching Kate and Charlie.

“That’s surprisingly nice of you,” Brian lightly ribs. “Smells good though.”

“Why don’t you ever make these with us?” Tim inquires with a small chuckle.

“I c-c-can make them n-now for u-u-s,” Toby begins, flipping the sandwich. “B-But my s-sister used t-t-to make these w-when I was u-upset. F-Figured C-Charlie needed a p-pick me up,” he explains, a small smile on his lips as he turns off the stove. Toby places it on the plate and grabs it before heading to the front door.

In the front yard, Kate is just finishing placing a flower crown on Charlie’s head. The colors compliment his hair and Kate giggles softly as he coos. “You’re so pretty,” she compliments, gently tapping where his nose should be, making him giggle in response. Her nose picks up the scent of Toby’s cooking and a warm smile spreads over her lips. There he is, in the doorway.

“T-Thought you g-guys would l-like these,” he says as he meets Kate halfway.

“You’re so thoughtful,” Kate smiles as she takes the plate into her hands. “You wanna come say hi to Charlie?”

“I-Is he o-okay with it?” Toby asks, wanting to ensure Charlie won’t get wound up again.

Kate glances over her shoulder to the large cryptid like proxy that is currently playing with the flowers that adorn his head. “He’s fine,” she hums, leading Toby to the swingset. “Hey buddy,” she quietly greets. “Toby made some sandwiches for us.”

Charlie tilts his head curiously at the new scent, both Toby and the grilled cheese. He pokes at it before lifting it.

“It’s s-s-still a little h--hot,” Toby warns as Kate sits him down on one of the swings.

Charlie tilts his head again.

Toby blows a bit on his hand.

Charlie follows in suit before chomping into the sandwich, mouth opening and closing like a dragon due to how hot it is.

Both Kate and Toby laugh.

Brian and Tim watch from the windows as Toby, Kate and Charlie begin to get to know each other, giggles and positive energy flowing between the three of them as they do so.

“Should we let them stay?” Tim hums.

Brian nods, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, let the kids play.”

Tim chuckles, patting Brian on the back. “You check the basement for those files yet?”

“Nah, did you?”

“Wouldn’t be asking if I did,” Tim grins.

Brian rolls his eyes. “Be right back,” he informs, hazel eyes reluctantly leaving the vision of the swing set.

#masky #masky creepypasta #tim wright #tim wright marble hornets #hoodie #hoodie creepypasta #brian thomas #brian thomas marble hornets #marble hornets #creepypasta #creepypasta scenario #kate the chaser #kate the chaser scenario #charlie matheson #slender the arrival #slender man

29 notes · View notes

voskhozhdeniye · 2 years

Text

Musical Obsessions 2021

100 gecs: 1000 gecs

Adele’s My Little Love

Aesop Rock: Spirit World Field Guide*

Akkad The Orphic Priest: Once I Was As You Are Now

Alice Coltrane, lots of Alice Coltrane.

The Angelic Process, lots of The Angelic Process.

Antarctica: 23:03 & 81:03*

Art of Noise’s Moments in Love

Belong’s A Walk & Make Me Return

Black Belt Eagle Scout: Mother of My Children & Loss & Relax*

Boards of Canada’s Chromakey Dreamcoat

Body of Light: Time To Kill

The Body’s The City Is Shelled

Bohren & Der Club Of Gore‘s On Demon Wings

Cameron Knowler & Eli Winter: Anticipation

Chelsea Wolfe‘s We Hit a Wall, Moses & Pale On Pale

Chris Pureka, lots of Chris Pureka.

Citizen: Life In Your Glass World

City Girls’ Twerkulator*

Coil: Musick to Play in the Dark & Further Back And Faster*

Cranes‘ Clear

Dax Pierson: Nerve Bumps (A Queer Divine Dissatisfaction)

The Daysleepers‘ Dream Within A Dreamworld & Flood in Heaven

DIIV, lots of DIIV*

Doja Cat's Streets*

EL-P‘s Stepfather Factory

Emeka Ogboh: Beyond The Yellow Haze

Fiddlehead‘s Joyboy

The Field, lots of The Field

FKA twigs: M3LL155X

Floating Points, Pharoah Sanders & TLSO: Promises

Flying Saucer Attack, lots of Flying Saucer Attack

Gnod, lots of Gnod*

Godspeed You! Black Emperor: G_d’s Pee AT STATE’S END!

HOME: Odyssey

Hum: Inlet

I Am A Lake Of Burning Orchids, all of their shit.

Jana Rush‘s Disturbed & Disorientation

Jarguna: A Peaceful Granular Day

Jay Som: Anak Ko

Jazmine Sullivan’s Pick Up Your Feelings

Jeremy Nattagh‘s Cosmofiction

Jessica Moss: Phosphenes

Les Filles de Illighadad: At Pioneer Works

Light Asylum‘s Heart of Dust

Louie Zong‘s lavender town

Love Spirals Downwards, lots of Love Spirals Downwards.

Lovesliescrushing, lots of Lovesliescrushing.

LSD and the Search for God‘s Starting Over

Mario Batkovic: INTROSPECTIO

Melodyguild‘s Un parallel

Muqata'a‘s Dirasat 'Ulya

Okada: Life is But An Empty Dream

Ova Looven: 58:34 & Gravity Has Expired

Pan Daijing: Jade

A Place To Bury Strangers‘ The Falling Sun

Rachika Nayar: Our Hands Against The Dusk

SAULT‘s Fear

Sex Swing’s Karnak and Nighttime Worker

Shackleton: Departing Like Rivers

Sonic Youth, lots of Sonic Youth

SOPHIE: OIL OF EVERY PEARL'S UN-INSIDES*

Sweet Trip‘s Air Supply

Swirl’s Nightmares & Kaleidoscope

Swoon 23′s Cellophane

Tamaryn‘s I Won’t Be Found

Tim Story: Threads

TYGAPAW: Get Free

Venetian Snares: Rossz Csillag Alatt Született

The Wednesday Night‘s Million Little Pieces & I Can't See In The Morning

Wild Nothing’s Summer Holiday

TWIABPAIANLATD: Illusory Walls

Yellow Swans: EVERYTHING*

ylva trax: LYV 2

ゆらゆら帝国‘s ユラユラウゴク & Evil Car

Bold and italicized indicates a favorite released this year.

I really like all of those bold albums for completely different reasons. They all satisfy different moods and emotions. If I had to choose a favorite, I’d probably go with Our Hands Against The Dusk, it’s incredibly gorgeous. I really like Beyond The Yellow Haze, INTROSPECTIO and Departing Like Rivers too. INTROSPECTIO was the most surprising to me. It goes above and beyond what I was expecting compared to his previous album.

My taste in music is changing in a really major way. This was the year of noise, drone, shoegaze and dream pop. I’ve been into those for a while now, but I really went in this year. I think the last time I really had a major shift of this magnitude was around a decade ago. That’s when I was really getting into Tom Waits, Death Grips were starting to gain steam, GY!BE had destroyed my ideas of what music could be in 2007, and ‘70s Miles Davis and Swans were about to push that even further.

Aesop Rock: That came out late last year, and I never got around to listening to it. He keeps getting better. Aesop consistently has songs that will make me laugh one minute, and then self isolate for a month the next. There are times when it feels like he is a little too open with his struggles, but that’s what makes it special. Getting to hear his evolution as both a rapper and producer over the last decade has been a joy.

Antarctica: Thank you @anarchist-caravan the EP is interesting because you can hear them putting things together. It all comes together on the album in an astonishing way.

Black Belt Eagle Scout: I picked up her first album early in the year after being floored by the second last year. I wrote a post during the summer where I talked about how her music accesses an emotional plain that I feel is inaccessible to me. I am really quite taken by this woman. Her second album is my most listened to album this year.

City Girls: That sample is so fucking perfect. Just yes, yes, YES!

Coil: I have known about Coil for well over a decade, and have jumped around their ‘80s and late era output here and there for a few years now. I finally started digging into the ‘90s stuff. I like the ‘80 stuff, I enjoy the late stuff, but wow at the ‘90s stuff. I don’t know why I’m so surprised, my introduction to them were the ‘90s Nine Inch Nails remixes I love so much.

DIIV: Is The Is Are is becoming one of my favorite albums, period, F#A# level.

Doja Cat: I do not like her as a rapper. I don’t think I ever will, but goddamn she fucking kills those pop songs. I had Say So on last year’s list, but I like Streets more.

Gnod: I don’t remember how I came across them, but yes! I’m enjoying their older stuff more, but I’ve loved everything I’ve listened to from them. The newer stuff sounds like early Swans. It doesn’t have the sheer terror/rage early Swans has, but who does?

SOPHIE: :(

Yellow Swans: I think after I started listening to Gnod, Last.fm recommended me Yellow Swans. In years past, I used to label something I’d come across as “this is what I’ve been looking for.” When I say that this is what I’ve been looking for, I mean THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE! GY!BE in 2007, DJ Shadow and Slowdive in 2009, ‘70′s Miles Davis and Swans in 2010, Wild Nothing’s Nocturne in the mid 2010′s, R Beny and Gas in the late 2010′s, and now this. I like their earlier stuff, particularly Dosed, which has me looking at the the TR-8S and Eurorack like “we have to try this!” But the later stuff, At All Ends, Drowner, Deterioration, Mort Aux Vaches, Going Places and Being There have rearranged my DNA.

I’ve decided that 2022 is the year I sit down and really dig into jazz again. I really want to go back and explore the more experimental side of jazz. Go well beyond Miles, John, Alice, Ornette, Sun Ra and so on.

Special thanks to @anarchist-caravan @knightofleo @the-inevitable-minor-fires and @zombimanos for your recommendations throughout the year. I also look forward to hearing new music from you guys.

Last year’s list

9 notes · View notes

headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years

Text

Batboys x Cosplayer!reader (preference)

Requested by the great @middevil465: Batboys dating a cosplayer,but downside is that they have to put up with their sewing at 2am

Dick:

Okay so this boy will be your biggest fanboy

ESPECIALLY if you cosplay him as Nightwing

(Not to be kinky on main, but depending on how..uhm... showing... the costume is he might get a bit frisky if ya know what I mean)

He wants to help as much as possible

You have to finish sewing that cape, but your wig isn’t styled yet? Don’t worry, Dick has enough expirence from his long hair phase to take care of that for you!

You want to cosplay a certain hero (or villain), but can’t fid that specific item that would make the cosplay perfect (maybe a weapon, a mask, etc.)? Dick might or might not steal borrow said item from the original hero for you (of course he gives it back after you had a photoshoot or something similar and he always feels a bit bad for the hero (not for the villains tho))

Now to the “downsides”

Dick, unlike some of his siblings, actually rather enjoys sleep

“I need my beauty sleep, all this perfection doesn’t come from nothing”

And he is honestly torn

He loves and supports you so so so much and he understands that you can be your most productive around the nighttimes, but he just came back from like two to three hours of patrol after a whole day of working at the police station and he honestly just want to sleeeeeeeeeeeep

So he finds a comprimise and fucking sound isolates the room your sewing in

It’s a win-win if we think about it and you probably would go as far as to just completely take over the room to make it your own little cosplay studio

Everyone sleeps is happy

Jason:

Jason is a whole ass hurricane

Don’t misunderstand me, he loves your hobby and he thinks it’s cool, but how excited he is depends on who exactly you cosplay

Him? Amazing, showstopping, great, breathtaking, nothing more amazing ever happened in this triste gray world before that

Robin (also slightly depending on which incarnation)? Cute, want to cuddle, 9/10 would do again

Batman? “That looks nice babe, you can take it off now” (Please don’t wear a more feminine toned (or just in general reaveling if you’re not female) batman cosplay. Jason is not ready for that amount of daddy issues)

Someone like Harley, Ivy, Selina? Hell, even penguine or Riddler? He digs it for some reason and he might even show the respective rouge a picture of the cosplay (if he knows that it’s not possible to identify you).

They all love it, possible have a little fanclub

You cosplay as any other hero? Depending on how much of a little fangirl Jason is he will be really exsited and happy with you

Now, if you, for some unknown reason like losing your brain, because quite honestly that’s what it would take for me, decide to cosplay the Joker...

Welp, you’re single now... Sorry not sorry, but Jason is not okay with that

But that’s just a real extreme so let’s get away from that again, shall we?

Jason is used to being kept awake at night, be it from his thoughts or his nightmares (Housten, we’re sinking to deep)

So when he comes home from patrol around 2/3 a.m. and finds you sitting in the living room or the bedroom on your sewing machine (a gift from Bruce so state of the art technology and relativly silent, BUT NOT SILENT ENOUGH)

He just sighs

He might just sit down beside you and watch or chat a bit or, if he feels a bit more touchy, stand beside you and braide your hair

When you’re finished he’ll pick you up and cuddle with you in bed, trapping you effectivly for the next 8 to 10 hours

Tim:

Did someone say couple cosplay? Because Yes. Yes you do

It isn’t that Tim ever really thought of doing cosplay or plans to use his rare free time to do it, but as soon as seing you cosplay literally anyone, he’s sold

He is a gigantic fanboy, has you cosplaying him (not Red Robin, just Tim) as his lock screen and you cosplaying Red Robin as his home screen

He’s not sure what it is, but one day he’s just sitting at his computer doing Wayne Inc. stuff when you send him a picture of you cosplaying someone and just has a metaphorical lightbulb over his head

He sneakily finds out who you will cosplay next and luckily for him it’s Zelda

He puts everything in order and the day you want to test the cosplay out, see if everything goes together and you can pull it off, a wild Link appears

He did one hell of a job for his first cosplay (he might have had Wayne Inc. designers for the upcoming clothing line do it, but who cares amiright?)

After that it’s kind of a tradition that once in a while the two of you pull off a couple cosplay and it’s the cutest thing ever

The highlight was when you cosplayed Batman and Catwoman on a (private) halloween party, just with the catch that you had it gender bend so Catman and Batwoman (not the Batwoman-Batwoman, but y’know what I mean), not breaking the character to the amusement of everyone present (excpet maybe Bruce who acts annoyed, but kinda thinks it’s funny)

So now to the nights

contrary to popular belief I do think Tim sleeps more than an hour or two at times

Maybe not in a healthy rythm or with any logic behind it, but he does

Mostly

Just not nights for the most part, it’s mostly in the afternoon after a few hours at Wayne Inc, or the homeoffice or college (depending on which Tim!state we’re thinking off) and before Patrol

so when he comes home to find you sewing he’s actually rather happy

He won’t let you go to bed after you’re finished until you’re really tired or if you have something important the next day

You will watch a movie or do something stupid or even go out and see what Gotham city can give you around 3 a.m. (of course with a hidden weapon on tim’s part and him not letting you out of sight)

Those nights are his favorite

Damian:

Damian, like so many things, doesn’t quite understand

What’s the appeal of dressing yourself like someone you’re not?

Why do you wear fake hair?

He also doesn’t seem to see any connection between him dressing up every DAMN NIGHT

It’s two completely different situations for him

It’s not like he does anything against that hobby of yours, but at least at the beginning he just keeps out of it

That most likely will change if you ever decide to cosplay him (as Robin)

If he comes to visit you after school at your place and he walks into your room (given your parents opened the front door for you) seeing you in a surprisingly good replica of his costume?

Bby boy is sold

The better the replica looks the quicker he is to fuzz over it

After that he kinda sees the point behind it (or not, but he supports it now and wants you to have even better, more detailed, costumes)

He’ll get you so much stuff

You want to cosplay someone, but the only wig you have that fits is a bit too long?

Well hillerihoo, you got a new one that fits perfectly and is almost life-like now

Don’t ever mention that you don’t feel comfortable with him spending so much money for you, because he won’t stop

He’ll find his ways to spoil you, believe me

quick interruption before we go to the night part:

If you’re Damian’s GF, you’re most likely bound to be good friends with Jon

So it’s only a question of time until he asks you to cosplay him

If you do he’ll be excited like a puppy you just gave a treat while Damian will pout

A lot

And I mean A LOT

You’ll either have to suffer through a few days of pouty Damian or you make an even better Cosplay of him (as Robin) or Batman (both works for him since he sees himself as the future Batman already)

That’ll make him happy again

Now to the night-part

Okay so let’s assume we’re talking about Teen!Damian (obviously also Teen!reader!!!)

You two won’t be living together so that won’t be a problem and since you’re living with y’alls parents and I will assume they won’t be happy about you sewing at 2 a.m.

Also, Damian will offer to have people make the costumes for you, but he will let that go if you tell him that making the costumes is a big part about all that, the part that makes it so amazing

IF we’re talking about grown up!Damian and Reader and the two of you live together, it’ll be a lot similair to Dick (in as he get’s you your own little cosplay studio) so that he won’t be kept awake by it

but somedays he’s more like Jason and will stay up with you and to keep you company during these creative sessions

477 notes · View notes

theodorecanaryhood · 3 years

Text

Dark days

Requested by anonymous... this really is the darkest and saddest fic I've written.

Jason Todd and his wife (reader) have two children and when Joker breaks loose again. He targets the new Robin, your son.

Jason Todd x female reader x Batman

Warning ⚠️ have a hanky on the go for some parts. Has a happy ending though.

The day you met Jason you knew he would turn your life over and out. He was the best and the worst thing at the same time.

You had been together for what felt like a lifetime now, you had beautiful twins Nathan and Delilah. They were now so much like their Father.

Nathan was really into the whole 'nighttime' thing Jason and his family did. He may have been the youngest Robin ever, but he was good for it.

Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin, Batgirl and you the Crow. A flock to be messed with was deadly. But something much deadlier was at bay.

'Where is my son?' You shouted to Bruce who was sitting across from you in the Batcave, he was brooding as usual. He wasn't answering your questions.

'Y/n I' Bruce tried to speak but the look on your face, made it hard for him to tell you.

'He was supposed to be safe, where is he?' You said, Bruce just started welling up. You looked at him, the look on his face, in his eyes.

'Y/n?' Dick said calmly, you turned around to find Jason carrying Nathan in his arms. Still in his Robin suit.

'No' you screamed, falling on the floor in tears as you realised. Your son, your Nathan was dead.

Jason just stood holding his son in his arms, not moving or speaking. Just crying. Dick wrapped his arms around you, holding you while you cried, him also crying.

'I'm so sorry, I'm sorry' Dick whispered to you as he kissed your head. Jason then dropped to his knees, looking at Bruce.

'Old man, he is gonna pay' was all he said in a dark voice.

...

It had been a month by now and Nathan's funeral was beautiful. His twin sister Delilah looked lost lately, you were miserable all the time. And Jason, he was just angry, determined to get the Joker. He blamed Bruce for so long for not killing the Joker after he was himself murdered, the fact Joker walked free to do it again to his son was the final straw. Jason was beyond pissed, beyond angry. He was so full of hate.

Jason sat at the dining room table drinking, again. You walked in, rolled your eyes and sighed.

'Drinking isn't going to solve anything Jason' you said, Jason didn't look at you.

'I'm trying to drink him alive would you like me to stop? Have a drink everytime you feel like hitting something' Jason spoke monotone.

'Can we talk?' You asked, choking a little. You'd been thinking for about a week or so now it's best to have space from Jason. Delilah needs as much attention as she can get. She isn't getting it from him.

'About what? What is there to even talk about now? It's done, our son is dead' Jason spat at you, he was looking at you now, but he looked so angry, so evil. You hated him now.

'Fuck you, Jason' you spat back, shocking Jason. 'Yeah, our son is dead. Our marriage is dead. But our Daughter isn't, she needs us now more than ever' you started to cry, Jason just sat looking at you, 'I know you're angry, I know you feel guilty and I know you're in pain. But we need to communicate if we're going to get through this'.

Jason said nothing, he finished the rest of his drink and walked out the back door. You stood crying in the doorway.

...

'Y/n?' Jason called out as he walked in a few hours later, 'I wanna talk now, you home?' He called again. Jason's phone started ringing.

'Hello?' He said, he didn't recognise the voice on the other end.

'Yeah this Jason Todd, who is this?' He spoke again, his blood ran cold, his face turned white. He went hot, he went cold. He dropped his phone, fell to his knees and let out a gut wrenching, blood curdling scream.

'No' he said to himself, he was crying so hard now. He was broken beyond repair. His son, his wife, his little girl Delilah. All dead.

When Jason left you earlier you took Delilah out in the car. Not knowing where to go you just drove. That's when a drunk driver hit you.

Jason was so cold now he couldn't move, he just curled in a ball and cried to himself.

...

'Any news?' Bruce asked as he walked into the batcave, Tim didn't look away from the screen.

'It's bad B, really bad' Tim turned to look at his Father.

'Tell me'

'It's Jason, he's gone rogue since y/n and the twins. He's broken Joker out of Arkham' Tim said.

'Where are they?' Bruce asked, Tim didn't speak but pointed to a place on the map. Then edge of town by the cliffs.

'Hurry, before he does something he'll regret' Tim says sincere, with sadness in his voice.

...

They had driven for about an hour now, in silence. Joker knew what was about to happen to him. He knew.

'Get out' Jason growled as he ripped Joker from the car. Pushing him towards the end of the cliffs, holding his gun up.

'That's my boy' Joker laughed his usual maniac laugh. Jason held the gun to Joker's head,

'Any last words?' Jason growled again, Joker just laughed hysterically as Batman appeared behind Jason.

'Stand down son' Bruce said calmly, Jason turned his head to look at Batman.

'Go away old man, this piece of shit needs to die' Jason speaks,

'Think of y/n' Batman says softly, Jason roars.

'I am...you can't tell me you weren't tempted to do this. You didn't think about it' Jason boomed.

'He'll kill again' Jason almost whispers. Batman turns his back to Jason, not looking.

'Robin' Joker said, almost serious, Jason looked at Joker with black eyes.

'Make it count' Joker finished as he smiled, Jason pulled the trigger, shooting Joker in the head. Killing him. Jason started to cry, he felt nothing. No revenge for his own death. No revenge for his son's. Nothing.

...

It was late, at least 3am by now or maybe later but Jason didn't care. He was a man on a mission. He knew exactly what to do.

He dug up Nathan's grave, took yours and Delilah's bodies from the morgue and took you to the one place he knew he could have you all again.

Bruce knew what Jason was doing, but he didn't stop him. He let him do what he wanted as Jason said it was this, or Jason dies again. Either option he gets you back. All of you.

The sun came up strong today, Jason knew it was going to be a better day than the ones before. The waters were bubbling, the water was moving. Then he knew it had worked. The Lazarus pit had given him a third chance at life. It had given him his wife and twins back.

You grabbed hold of your daughter, then you grabbed hold of your son.

'Oh my God, my boy. My little boy. My little girl' you cried with happiness, Jason stood and cried with joy as he ran over to you.

'Baby' he said to you shyly, you smiled as you stood. Your twins hugging you, then their Father. Jason cried again, so happy to have you all back.

'I'll never let you go again' Jason says, looking at all three if you.

'Joker?' You said, Jason shook his head.

'Gone' he smiled, you kissed Jason hard as you took his hand.

'Let's go home' you said. Walking out holding hands, holding your children. Better days.

#red hood #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #gotham #jason todd

78 notes · View notes

glorified-red · 4 years

Text

Tim Drake SFW Headcanons

word count: 2610~

warnings: none

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tim shows his love and affection through acts of service, tucking you in at night and making sure you come home safely because he doesn't trust Gotham streets. He does also use touch to show his affection, holding your hand in the car and giving you hugs whenever he can to show his love for you. He’s also touch starved as hell so he adores cuddles and being held by you or just feeling you in his arms, safe and sound.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

A relationship with Tim can start one of three ways. Meeting him at a gala or being apart of a neighboring wealthy family, meeting him as a fellow vigilante, or meeting him at Gotham Academy. The best way to get into a relationship with him is probably the middle/last way, if you can empathize with his night life he can immediately trust you with his secret and the relationship can be built off of trust. That being said I don't think Tim would enjoy having a s/o who is a vigilante just because he doesn’t like being constantly worried for your well-being or wondering if he’s ever gonna see you again because you got injured in the field. So, the best way is to meet him at school and become really good friends with him until he eventually trusts you with his identity.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Tim is touch starved as all hell, but he is a closeted cuddle bug. He never shies away from your touch so once you realized that and started to cuddle with him? He just can’t get enough of it, he constantly wants to feel your touch against him, the reassuring weight in his arms. Tim likes to hold you, you head leaning onto his chest, him placing tiny kisses onto the crown of your head. But after a rough patrol he won’t hesitate to face plant into your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He loves when you play with his hair, it’ll immediately make him doze off.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Tim had to take care of himself throughout his whole childhood, so he knows how to clean after himself and make a decent meal of Craft Mac and Cheese. He would love to settle down and eventually retire the ole cape and cowl but it doesn’t seem like it'll happen anytime soon for him, so if you’re patient with it? He’ll love you so much more.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Tim would hold off on breaking up with you for as long as possible, he might even just wait for you to break it off so he can take all the blame off of your shoulders. He values communication so he’d try to sit down and talk out what's not working with you so he can figure out the best way to move forward instead of wasting the whole relationship with a break up. If you try to talk him out of patrolling/vigilante-ing? That’s an immediate red flag for him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

A marriage commitment just isn’t on the top of his to-do list/priority list right now. Maybe a few years down the line he’ll reconsider but he doesn't want to depend on a ring to show you how much he loves you. That being said, if there was a really close call for either of you he might just bite the bullet and tell you straight up that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he won’t propose per se but it’ll give you the hint.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, Tim has worked with many different victims of many different scenarios so he knows how to treat every emotional situation with delicacy to make sure you’re okay. He won't ever raise his voice at you unless you do something extremely reckless that could’ve gotten yourself killed. He’d much rather talk it out maturely to make sure both parties have time to speak. Physically he could never hurt you, he cares about you way too much to be anything but gentle and romantic with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ah yes, Tim hugs. I went into detail about his hugs here but the abridged version is that Tim adores hugs. He loves longs hugs with you that eventually turn into cuddles, he loves the hugs where he can burry himself into your neck and forget about his burdens, he loves hugs where he can be goofy and fall into a fit of laughter with you. His hugs are warm and secure, a grounding moment for the both of you and he likes to hugs you whenever he can.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Tim isn’t the best with his words without blushing like crazy or stuttering so he tends to show his ‘I love you’ through acts instead. He won’t ever say the word to you until you say it first. After the first time he'd rather save the “I love you”s for special occasions.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tim doesn’t get jealous per se, he just gets a little upset and passive-aggressive. Silently walking away until you come up to him and ask what's wrong, then he’ll just shrug it off because there's no use being jealous when he knows you love him. He just can't help it. You can usually get him out of his jealousy fit by giving him cuddles and reassure him that you still love him and won’t leave him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Tim has a bunch of different kisses for a bunch of different situations. He loves forehead kisses to show his protection over you, he loves cheek kisses as a quick goodbye, he loves slow and romantic kisses with you to show his true depth of love, he love rough and needy kisses where he can bit against your lower lip. Tim loves to kiss your neck but he will melt if you kiss his jawline or the crown of his head.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Tim has learned to be great with kids to distract them from any traumatic event that had just happened to them or saying hi to his little fans whenever he sees them on patrol. It’s always so adorable being able to see Tim hoist a little kid up on his hip and talk to them as he walks away from a situation while Bruce talks to the parents. Tim always has a smile on his face whenever he sees a kid grab his cape or walk up to him, but he’s too scared to have any of his own just yet.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are very rare with him because he's usually leaving for work or just getting back up from the cave. The few moments where Tim doesn’t have much to do, he would love to stay in bed with you hours after he woke up, just holding you in an attempt to fall back asleep. His bead head is adorable and his morning voice? Its hella attractive, rough around the edges with tiredness but low and sweet.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You think mornings are rare with Tim? Nights are even rarer because he’ll be off to patrol by the time you head to bed and when he gets back he’ll be glued to his computer until morning. You can have “nighttime” with him but that usually involves dragging him to bed at 3pm and falling asleep with him in your arms. The only way to get Tim to sleep is by trapping him in your arms and not letting go until he gives up and settles into your hold.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Tim doesn't open up about his night life for awhile into the relationship, he needs to know he can trust you and the relationship you two have is genuine and real. Once he’s figured that out, he’ll sit you down privately and tell you he’s Red Robin and then give you the chance to ask any questions that you might have, opening himself up completely to you and trying to be as honest as possible.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tim is very patient, he’s had to learn patience in the field when nothing happens for hours on end. He’s very slow to anger so if he does yell or lash out its for a very good reason. It’s like a second patience brain unlocked for him when you two got into a relationship because he is so patient with you about anything and everything, staying by your side through thick and thin, he only asks for the same patience and respect back.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Tim remembers every little detail about you, even if you mention it once offhandedly. He has a habit of writing things down so he doesn't get a chance to forget, he may even have a file dedicated to you about little nuisance things he’s learned about you. Tim has extremely good memory though so he can remember the exact necklace you wanted back in February so he can give it to you for Christmas. He can immediately recognize whenever you get a haircut/new perfume.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory was when he finally bit the bullet and opened up to you about being Red Robin, he had worked himself up for weeks and it was eating him up inside so of course he wanted to finally be completely honest with you. So when you took in all the information and did nothing but welcome him with open arms? He melted so fast and felt so much love in that moment he couldn’t help but cry in relief, hugging you and thanking you over and over again for not being upset or mad at him. That moment was the deciding factor that really made Tim want to hang onto you for the rest of his life.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tim is semi protective of you, he trusts that you can take care of yourself and don’t need him constantly breathing down your neck. However, he is very protective of you because he doesn't trust Gotham streets or the people in Gotham either. He has a habit of watching you walk home at night so he can make sure you make it back safely, and if he needs to step in he will. He can also be protective of you around his brothers, stepping in during brotherly quarrels so you don’t get caught up in the crossfire.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Tim does try his best when it comes to gifts, he’s more of the sentimental type, buying things that you express interest in rather than attempting to make something for you by himself. He sucks at wrapping gifts so he usually just puts them in a bag and pushes tissue paper inside. He remembers every date, anniversary, birthday, etc, and will make sure he saves some time for you which is the way he shows his effort, by clearing off time out of his busy schedule for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Tim has a really bad habit of being paranoid and having major trust issues. He has contingency plans for If you end up breaking up with him and even has a little paranoid bug in the back of his head that you are only with him because of his wealth or that he’ll loose you or that he isn't enough for you. None of these thoughts are ever really expressed to you but its pretty obvious that he can get insecure about the relationship, the best thing you can do is reassure him constantly and show him that the relationship is genuine through your actions.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Tim isn’t very concerned with his looks, sure he can be insecure about his body and attractiveness when compared to his brothers, but it just isn't a huge thing for him. He’s more insecure about his personality rather than his looks. He does put effort into how he looks when it matters and truly loves when you do the same, but he doesn't love you for looks he loves you for you. You being gorgeous was just a bonus to him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not really? Tim is very independent and can do well on his own so he won't feel ‘incomplete’ without you because he knows you're safe and okay. Whenever you’re in danger and he can't do anything about it, is really when Tim feels incomplete because you aren't safe, you aren't with him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Tim talks to himself all. the. time. constantly muttering to himself while he works because his brain is flying at a million miles per hour. He often paces across his room and talks things out. You know the rubber duck decoding method? Where you talk to a rubber duck to figure out why there's a bug in your code? Yea he does that too, but to himself or you whenever you're in the room. He’ll just pace and turn to you and talk about things you can't even comprehend, so you just sit and listen.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Tim doesn't like it when you pull him away from an important case, he’s trying to save lives and if you try to drag him away he won't be too happy about it. It’s different if he’s updating criminal records or just going through cases but if he’s actually doing an important mission he will say no to you and expect you to respect that boundary. He also would be very off-put if you don't have a Coffee machine, he will drag you to Bed, Bath, and Beyond just to get you one.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Tim doesn't sleep, he averages at like 3 hours every two days, maybe less. He is constantly working so he hates to be selfish and sleep instead of solving a case and saving lives. He often drowns himself in coffee and Red Bulls just to stay awake, it isn't healthy at all so he does appreciate it when you remind him it’s okay to sleep.

Taglist ♡

@idkmanicantenglish

@anothertimdrakestan

#Tim drake #Tim Drake x reader #Tim Drake x you #Tim Drake x y/n #Tim Drake sfw #sfw #Tim Drake headcanons #headcanons #sfw alphabet #Tim Drake sfw alphabet #red robin #Red Robin x reader #Red Robin x you #Red Robin x y/n #Red Robin sfw #Red Robin headcanons #Red Robin sfw alphabet

122 notes · View notes

preciousthingsareprecious · 3 years

Text

With a Heart of Scars Ch. 10

Hey guys! I hope you are all doing well and staying healthy. This chapter splits POVs between Dick and Stephanie because both of them had short scenes.

AO3 Link

Dick woke to a splitting headache.

He blinked up at the roof of the cave and wondered how he’d gotten there. The last thing he really remembered was the building coming down around him. So, who had gotten him home?

“Grayson? Are you awake at last?” a small voice asked from beside him.

Dick turned his head and saw Damian, curled up in a chair, hands wrapped around his legs, wearing a Nightwing hoodie of all things.

“Dames?”

The boy scowled, “Tt, I see you finally recognize me. Perhaps you did not lose all your sense when you allowed a building to fall on you.”

At that, Dick remembered his rescue. The image of Nightwing’s symbol the only clear thing on Damian’s then blurred figure, his terrified tone, and unrelenting grip as he dragged Dick to safety. He swallowed, at the memory of being lost in grief over Bruce, and wondered how much he’d admitted out loud.

“Hope I didn’t worry you too much.”

Damian rolled his eyes and laid his head back down on his knees, facing away from Dick, which Dick took as “yes, you did worry me.” He wouldn’t have needed the eye roll to know that. Damian had come after him, hardly dressed to be on patrol with little more than a domino and utility belt to help him, and was here sitting by his bed. Yeah, the kid was upset.

“Drake should have been there.” Damian mumbled, voice muffled due to one cheek being squished against a knee.

Dick pushed himself up so he was sitting, his chest twinged at that, but wasn’t nearly as painful as it might have been. His legs, however, were not pleased with the movement, and Dick winced at the sharp pain in his thighs.

“It’s not like he bailed, Damian. I planned to go out on my own.”

The boy squeezed his legs tighter, “He failed in his duty as Robin.”

“Batman used to go out all the time without Robin. I mean, when I was growing up I only went with Bruce on the weekends for the longest time. A partner is not a requirement, Dames.”

“He has not been a partner though, has he?” Damian asked, raising his head suddenly to level a serious look at Dick, “He has hardly been here for weeks, he left Batman at one of his most crucial times, while you were getting used to the cowl, and now because no one was by your side you almost--” he broke off, swallowing whatever he was going to say, “a building crashed down on you. It is not a question of what Batman has done in the past, but what he needs now.”

He dropped his legs to the ground, and balled his hands on his thighs, “You need a partner, Robin or not. This is a different Gotham than Father’s, if only because you are a different type of Batman.”

Dick was surprised that Damian didn’t tag on a jab at his skills as Batman as he’d done regularly. He expected to be told that he needed a partner because he wasn’t good enough to be Batman. What he had not expected was a heartfelt --for Damian-- speech about Dick needing to be safe.

He leaned forward and took one of Damian’s hands in his own, Damian hadn’t released his fist, so Dick ran this thumb over the top of his hand, “I’m sorry I made you worry. Thank you for looking out for me no matter what, and thank you for being so patient with me while we sort things out.”

He wanted to tell Damian he’d been thinking the same thing, and how much he wanted to bring him out as his partner, but he bit back those sentiments. He still needed to talk to Tim.

“I’ll talk to Tim when he’s back, see if he can stick around a little longer or something.”

Damian pulled his hand out of Dick’s and stood, “Good.” the word was clipped, “Let us hope he decides to stick around long enough to keep you alive this time.”

“Are you leaving?” Dick asked, frowning at him.

He hesitated, “I was going to get Pennyworth and let him know you were awake.”

Dick reached his hand out again, “Stay for a bit longer? You haven’t even told me just how much damage the building did to me.”

Damian sighed, and flopped back down into the chair, “You are surprisingly indestructible. Between your armor and pure luck you only need contend with a concussion, some heavy bruising, and mild lacerations to your thigh.”

“I’m sure Alfred will insist I stay in bed for a week.”

His brother shrugged, “He mentioned something of the sort. Brown and Cain have also agreed to look into the explosion while you are incapacitated. They would have gone after I returned with you, but by then emergency crews had arrived on the scene."

He wrinkled his nose, which made Dick raise an eyebrow.

"It took far too long to rally any kind of emergency response. Considering the time it took me to arrive and find you, firetrucks should have been swarming the area. It is as if something had delayed the signal."

"We'll have to look into that too then." Dick hummed.

He was about to ask Damian for more details, when the sound of a bike roaring came into the cave. Both Dick and Damian looked to see who was arriving. Robin's Redbird bike pulled in, and Tim was just turning it off.

“Damian, don’t start a fight, okay?”

“Tt. I will go get Pennyworth.”

This time, when Damian stood Dick did not stop him from walking away. He hated it, but the kid was dealing with a lot of emotions right now, and one of those was profound anger at Tim, maybe not Tim himself, but the fact that Dick had gotten hurt without Tim there. It was understandable, and Dick was willing to let him go and cool off a bit. Something told him that the longer he and Damian spent together, the more likely he'd become just about as overprotective as Bruce could be.

Dick shook his head, and put on a smile for Tim.

A light, angry, set of stomping feet preceded Damian’s entry to the kitchen. The sound was enough to alert Stephanie of the kid’s mood. She eyed Cass who nodded, having also picked up Damian’s emotional state even before seeing him. It wasn’t like it was a hard guess. Beyond Cass, the kid was the only one who was still small enough to make a sound that light while also stomping, and Dick was downstairs hurt on a gurney. One plus one equals two, or in this case injured mentor plus stomping feet equaled an upset Damian.

The boy stopped short at the door to the kitchen, his face a veritable movie of emotions as he flipped from deep concentration to surprise, irritation, and at last settled on mild annoyance.

“Brown. Cain.” he said, by way of greeting.

“Hey.” Steph said.

Cass waved, and said, “Cocoa is on the stove.”

Both of them waited for Damian to pour himself a mug of the still warm hot chocolate, and settle on a stool across from them at the island.

“So, what’s the news? Did Dick wake up at last?” Stephanie asked him.

Damian scowled down at his drink, “Yes, the fool is awake.”

Steph raised an eyebrow, Damian wasn’t usually so grumpy when he talked about Dick. At least not anymore, especially since they’d gone out and bought all those art supplies. A genius stroke on Dick’s part, one she’d been planning to make him take if he hadn’t caught on sooner or later. Really, the kid screamed artist.

“What did he do to earn your ire?”

The boy tsked at her and sipped at his cocoa.

“We are not mind readers, Little Brother.” Cass said, gently.

Damian huffed, and looked up, “Drake has returned.”

Ah. That made sense. Steph stifled a smile, Damian’s little rivalry with Tim was pretty one sided, and while it had originally be born out of a need to fit in, it was obvious now it was about Dick’s attention.

“He’s been away a while, I’m sure Dick missed him.”

“Tt. That is not why I am upset.”

“Because Dick got hurt?” Cass asked, though they all knew it was the truth.

The boy squirmed in his chair, his scowl deepening.

“It’s pretty obvious.” Steph said.

“You two are insufferable.” Damian declared and took a large sip of his hot chocolate.

Now Stephanie did let herself laugh, “You know, if you gave Tim a chance I bet you’d find him as ‘tolerable’ as you find the rest of us lately.”

Damian tilted his head back, adding an air of superiority to him, even as he sat there in a hoodie too big for him, cupping hot chocolate in a Superman mug, “If he were here more often, then perhaps I could.”

“That, I can't fault.” Steph said, “But I won’t judge him for his actions either.”

“How is Dick?” Cass asked, changing the conversation.

Damian looked relieved he didn’t have to answer any more questions about his ‘rival’ and tapped a finger on the side of his mug.

“He is surprisingly well, and in far too good a mood for a man who had a building fall on him.”

There was something fond about Damian’s tone, even if he meant it to be dismissive. Steph was oh so tempted to tease him, but held off.

“Good.” she said, shifting in her chair, “Hey, what do you say to a trip to the park tomorrow? I need to get out and get some fresh air that’s not tinged with doom, gloom, and nighttime, and you told me you were bored of painting Alfred’s garden. A change of scenery would be fun.”

“You are trying to ensure I do not start a fight with Drake.”

Steph dropped her mouth open in an imitation of surprise, “Me? Never. I just thought you might want a change of scenery, and --since you’re ten and most certainty grounded from being alone in any kind of vehicle after tonight-- might need a ride.”

Damian groaned, “Pennyworth told you?”

She grinned, “A good deed does not go unpunished.”

The kid glared at her for a moment before nodding, “Fine, but I will not go to the last park we visited. The duck pond had no ducks at all.”

#Dick Grayson #Damian Wayne #Stephanie Brown #Batkids #fanfiction #precious posts #fluff #with a heart of scars #chapter 10 #wahos

32 notes · View notes