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fuckyeahgoodomens · 30 days

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Good Omens filming locations masterpost! ❤ 🐍😊 Part 1

I made a Google map containing all the locations, see here! :)

Part one contains Season One, continue here for part 2 containing the rest of S1 and Season Two!!! (it is split into more parts because tumblr has a limit of images in one post :))

SEASON 1

London:

AC in Berkeley Square (S01E06) - Tavistock Square, London

Scene: AC swap back and decision to go to The Ritz

Availability (as of 2024): 7:30–21

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Crowley in the pub (S01E05) – The Enterprise pub, London

Scene: Crowley drinking and meeting not quite corporal Aziraphale

Availability (as of 2024): Mon-Wed 12-23, Wed-Sat 12-24, Sun closed

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Crowley on the way to the burning bookshop (S01E05) – Wardour Street, London

Scene: Crowley's Bentley rushing throught the streets of London

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC on the bus (S01E01) - Piccadilly Circus, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley meet on the bus to discuss the antichrist, in the background the Piccadily Circus can be seen

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC at The Ritz (S01E01, S01E06) - Criterion, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley at The Ritz in the first and sixth episode of the first season. It was actually filmed at the Criterion restaurant which since then has unfortunately been closed and now (2024) there is Masala Zone with unfortunately changed interier :(.

Availability (as of 2024): Mon to Thur 12:00-22:30, Fri 12:00-23:00, Sat 12:30-23:00, Sun 12:30-22:30

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AC on the way to the manor (S01E02) – Whitehall street, London

Scene: Crowley with Aziraphale driving the Bentley to the Tadfield manor

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC leaving the St James's Park (S01E01) - Carlton House Terrace, London

Scene: The stars on which Aziraphale and Crowley leave St James's Park in Episode 1, Crowley tempts Aziraphale to lunch and they speed away

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC meeting in St James's Park (S01E01, S01E03, S01E06) - St James's Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley's meeting in St James's Park by the ducks in the first season in episode one (about the antichrist), episode three (victorian scene) and episode six (the kidnapping)

Availability (as of 2024): 5-24

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Newt meeting Shadwell (S01E02) – Between Westminster Abbey and Palace of Westminster, London

Scene: Newt meets Shadwell for the first time

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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The Bandstand scene in St James's Park (S01E03) – Battersea Park, London

Scene: The bandstand scene in season one.

Availability (as of 2024): 8am until dusk

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Aziraphale stops Gabriel during his jogging (S01E04) - Battersea Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale stops Gabriel during the jogging.

Availability (as of 2024): 8am until dusk

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'Crowley' outside his flat (S01E06) - Eastfields Avenue, London

Scene: The morning after the Apocaflop 'Crowley' coming out from his flat.

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Dirty Donkey in 1967 (S01E03) - The Cat's Back pub, London

Scene: The interior of Dirty Donkey from 1967 where Crowley meets Shadwell for the first time has been filmed in The Cat's Back pub (the interior has been transformed into the 60s)

Availability (as of 2024): Mon - Closed, Tues: 5pm - 11pm, Wed - Thu: 4pm - 12am, Fri: 4pm - 1am, Sat: 2pm - 1am, Sun: 1pm - 11pm

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Shadwell reports to Crowley (S01E03) – Best Cafe, London

Scene: Shadwell meeting Crowley in the present time.

Availability (as of 2024): street all day, the establishment itself seems closed now :(

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AC talking about the Warlock's birthday party (S01E01) - Crystal Palace Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley watching Warlock in the park with dinosaurs and talking about the birthday party

Availability (as of 2024): 7:30am - sunset

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AC stopping in a cafe after the manor (S01E02) – Penge Cafe (then) / Antonella's Cafe and Bistro (now), London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley stopping to discuss how to find the antichrist after visiting the Tadfield manor, at the time of the shooting it was named Penge Cafe, now renamed to Antonella's Cafe and Bistro

Availability (as of 2024): Wed-Sat 8:30-5, Sun: 9-5

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AC watching Hamlet in 1601 (S01E03) – Shakespeare's Globe, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley secret meeting in 1601 during a Hamlet performance

Availability (as of 2024): They open at specific times for tours and performances. See performances and tours on www.shakespearesglobe.com/whats-on/, for example 3 APRIL - 23 OCTOBER there's a 'Pride Guided Tour bringing to life the queer stories and characters from Shakespeare’s life and times.' :). https://www.shakespearesglobe.com/whats-on/guided-tour-pride/

Link on the map

Crowley after bringing down the phone network (deleted scene, DVD) – Trinity Church Square, London

Scene: Crowley leaving after he brings down the mobile phone network in the BT Tower

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Heaven top floor (S01E04, S01E06) – Sky Garden, London

Scene: The Heaven top floor background windows were filmed in Sky Garden, we are seeing this at the scene where Michael shows Gabriel the Earth Observation Files and during Aziraphale's execution (though the scene itself seems to be filmed with green screen)

Availability (as of 2024): the access is free but needs to be booked beforehand at https://skygarden.london/

Link on the map

Stairs To Heaven and Hell (S01E01) – The Broadgate Tower, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley go to Heaven and Hell through the staircase

Availability (as of 2024): The tower is open Mon-Fri 9-18 but there is a reception downstairs where these stairs are – I've visited twice and once they were okay with me taking picks of the stairs and once not. The stairs are thought well visible from the outside and pics can be taken that way.

Link on the map

Aziraphale, Tracy and Shadwell on a scooter (S01E05) - Cardwell Road, London

Scene: Aziraphale miracles Tracy's scooter to fly with them and Shadwell to Tadfield

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Where Shadwell and Madame Tracy live (S01E02, S01E04, S01E05) - Hornsey Road, London

Scene: The residence of Shadwell and Madame Tracy. We see it in episode two (Newt arrives), episode four (Newt leaves for Tadfield) and episode five (shaken Shadwell arrives, customers for the seance arrive)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Aziraphale eating sushi (S01E01) - Red 'N' Hot (closed), London

Scene: Aziraphale eating sushi with a surprise visit from Gabriel

Availability (as of 2024): It was filmed in the Red 'N' Hot – a sichuan restaurant, but it has been closed (now there is another restaurant with different interior)

Link on the map

Some scenes has also been filmed in the West London Film Studios.

Hambleden:

Hambleden is the place where most of the Tadfield village was shot :).

Tadfield Square (S01E01, S01E03, S01E05, S01E06) – Square in front of the church, Hambleden

Scene: Crowley phoning Aziraphale to tell him about the Armageddon in episode one, Adam reading and Anathema with R.P. Tyler in episode 3, seen R.P. Tyler meeting those going to the airfield in episode 5 and Aziraphale and Crowley are drinking on a bench after the Apocaflop and waiting for the bus

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Adam's house (S01E02 , S01E03, S01E06) - Hambleden

Scene: Adam Young's house (can be seen in several episodes)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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The Them buying ice-cream (S01E02) – Hambleden convenience store, Hambleden

Scene: The store that The Them bough ice-cream from

Availability (as of 2024): Street all day, the store Mon-Sat 8-17, Sun 8-16:30

Link on the map

The Them planning to stop Armageddon (S01E05) - Hambleden

Scene: The Them returning planning to go to airfield and stop Armaggedon

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Anathema's cottage (S01E02, S01E03, S01E04) – cca 2km from the Hambledon square

Scene: The scenes with Anathema's cottage (Jasmine Cottage) were filmed here, it can be seen several times throughout the series (like Anathema moving in, AC dropping her off or Adam visiting her)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Others in England:

Warlock's house (S01E01) – High Canons, Borehamwood

Scene: The Warlock's home was filmed at the High Canons Estate which is listed on National Heritage List for England

Availability (as of 2024): The High Canons Estate is currently privately owned and not open to public, the house is not visible from road.

Link on the map

Hastur and Ligur hand over the Antichrist (S01E01) – Holy Trinity Church, Penn Street

Scene: Hastur and Ligur give Crowley the Antichrist at the graveyard

Availability (as of 2024): the outside should be available all day

Link on the map

(continue to Part 2 :))

#good omens #bts #filming locations #fun fact #masterposts #filming locations masterpost

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most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer · 9 months

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"It's always too late, isn't it?"

Aziraphale tells Crowley he goes too fast for him, but it’s not just him: Crowley’s order is six (6) shots of espresso in a big cup; he drenches Nina and Maggie beneath the Awning of a New Age because he wants vavooming to occur immediately; the Bentley needs to be above the speed limit even if it’s not him driving. For an eternal being, he has an extraordinary sense of ugrency.

Before the Beginning, he saw a few million years as just getting started—a brief loading screen before the lights in the firmament got going properly.

Present day Crowley hasn’t known that kind of naïve hope in thousands of years. He knows how much you can lose when you have to play "poker in a pitch dark room for infinite stakes with a dealer that won't tell you the rules and smiles all the time". He is acutely aware of how fragile the future is.

#good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens meta #anthony j crowley #crowley #he's trying to slow down though #look at him counting to ten #mmm but that is possibly him not wanting to waste his precious time being angry at Aziraphale

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frenchcurious · 6 months

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Bentley 6,5 litres Speed Six Gurney Nutting Saloon 1930 « Blue Train Special ». - source Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

#bentley

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nic-writes-it-all · 9 months

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it’s over, isn’t it? (why can’t i move on?)

(a short post-episode six angsty fic because i’m still struggling to cope <3)

It’s over.

Crowley knows it’s over, white knuckles clutching the wheel, body shaking.

The Bentley doesn’t agree. She wants to hear nightingales. She wants the passenger seat to be filled.

Crowley doesn’t know what he wants anymore.

Of course he wants Aziraphale. He’s all he wants. Has ever wanted.

But everything is wrong now.

Crowley knows he’s not enough. Has never been enough. He knows “our side” was a sweet fantasy, something Aziraphale would nod along to as a stand-in for the side he really wanted.

Crowley knows, and has known, every time over the last 6000 years that he’s woken up alone.

It’s not fucking fair, he realizes, slamming on the brakes.

Maggie and Nina get time. They get to come back to each other when they’re ready.

Crowley doesn’t get time.

Gabriel and Beelzebub, of all people, get a happy ending. Get HIS happy ending.

The angel and the demon, run away to the stars, their eternity a blank story they get to write together. That’s what he and Aziraphale should have had.

Could have had.

Crowley sits in his car, feeling alone in a way he hasn’t felt since that awful time between falling and the garden. He’s an angel-less demon once again.

They could have been having breakfast at the Ritz right now, toasting “to the world.”

Except, it’s not breakfast time. It’s dark. Crowley’s been driving for Satan knows how many hours.

And, of course, Aziraphale will never go out for a nice breakfast with him again. Not after what happened.

He can’t stop replaying it in his head, looking for what went wrong.

Maybe Crowley should have tried harder. Maybe if he’d spoken first. If he had just kept bargaining. If he hadn’t fucking kissed him-

Crowley can’t breathe.

He’s crying now, shaking and gasping and parked in the middle of the empty road. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t know where he’s going.

Crowley doesn’t know shit about a world without Aziraphale in it.

Against his better judgment, he remembers.

He remembers the stars. The garden.

He remembers the flood, and Job’s basement.

He remembers oysters and crepes, wine and poison and sweet warm cocoa in an angel-wing mug.

He remembers the ducks and the park and Aziraphale’s smile, his laugh, his wings, his hands.

He remembers Warlock and Anathema and the children on the boat and the children at the airbase and Job and Jesus and Muriel, Maggie and Nina and Newt and Nazis, angels and demons and humans and so many people over so many centuries who’d assumed, like Crowley, that he and the angel would just…work out some day. Would just happen.

They, like him, had just assumed that maybe the angel would love the demon just as fiercely as the demon loved the angel.

Crowley loves Aziraphale.

He can’t stop crying now, pathetic and messy and scared.

There is no Crowley without Aziraphale.

Aziraphale is gone. Who is Crowley?

The books will be sold. The coffee will be served. Heaven and Hell will keep running. Earth will spin. Humans will be born and will die and will love and learn and lose and win, and Crowley will still be alone.

It’s so unbearably….unbearable.

Being alive is so lonely.

He puts his foot on the gas.

The car, the plants, and the demon are speeding into the night, going somewhere, anywhere but here.

(read on ao3 here)

#nic writes #gos2 spoilers #angst #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands fanfiction #good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction #crowley pov #the bentley #hhhhhh im not very tickety boo

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doonarose · 3 months

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Writers Guild Cock Fight: Four Speed Manual Transmission

CW/TW: Explicit, handjobs, public sex (but not caught/exhibitionism), a vaguely sentient Bentley, sex in the Bentley

Summary: The second coming thwarted, Crowley and Aziraphale head off in the Bentley towards the South Downs. But after six thousand years of waiting, and now suddenly not having to, Crowley can't stop looking at him. When he discovers he can touch Aziraphale as well, laying a testing hand against his thigh, it becomes inevitable that they don't quite make it all the way to the cottage before having to touch each other quite a lot more.

Written for the GOAD Smut War @goodomensafterdark

Thanks: Enormous thanks to the Good Omens After Dark Writer's Guild for cheerleading this! I have a lot on my plate at the moment and they have put up with me being insufferably annoying about it! Special thanks to u/Aidaran-ao3 for letting me barge into her post time and for a last-minute beta! Also to u/Blackjeans93 for britpicking! And to u/SouthernFriedAmy and u/KotiasCamorra for betaing bits of this as it was written!

Excerpt: “How far?” Aziraphale asks, looking deliberately away from the bookshop at Crowley.

“What?”

“Your cottage?”

Crowley stops himself from correcting Aziraphale by saying ‘Your cottage’, because that’s what it is.

“An hour, tops. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

Aziraphale nods some more and lets Crowley’s hand drop. He moves off down the street, towards the passenger side of the Bentley. Crowley stalks along behind him, hands shoved deep in his snug pockets as he contemplates this new version of reality where they can be together, in a cottage, without any of the cares that have blighted them since the beginning of time.

When he looks up, Aziraphale has the small stack of books, bound by twine, in one hand, while his other hand rests on the passenger door handle, waiting for him expectantly. Surely the Bentley could let him in if she wanted to.

Prompted, the thought occurs to him, thrills him for its instantaneous possibility even more than the idea of the cottage and the new world order and them. “Would you,” he clears his throat and looks over the top of the car, “Perhaps, like to drive?”

“Really?” Aziraphale's eyes go wide but he doesn’t say no. “Why?”

Crowley tests the water. “Our car. Innit?”

Read the rest on AO3!!

#doonas fic #good omens fic #good omens smut #ineffable smut war

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en-wheelz-me · 5 months

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#bentley #bentley blower #racing #classic #classic car #car #cars #classic racing #fast car #luxury #luxurycars #speed six #continuation series #testing

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casie-mod · 8 months

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Car enthusiasts SPEED DEMONS

How I imagine the convo between them going: Kim: That's an intriguing and handsome motor carriage you have there.

Crowley: *flashes a toothy grin* Yes, she is gorgeous, isn't she? They don't make 'em like this anymore. *gazes fondly at the Bentley before turning a closer eye to Kim's vehicle* Must say, I'm rather intrigued by your car as well . . . .

Crowley: *looks at Kineema quizzically, cocking head side to side, taking in the spindly legs, the boxy shape, the levers instead of wheel, and numerous other things that don't make sense* So how does it uh. . . .work?

Kim: *rattles off a brief manual-worthy functional description and technical specs of which he's particularly proud, which ultimately make it clear to Crowley that the machine is a death trap*

Crowley: So if you were to take just one turn a bit too sharply, the whole thing would come toppling down and just . . . explode.

Kim: Yes.

Crowley: *reflects on how he would not have been able to come up with something so damned in another six millenia* Oh.

Kim: *barest hint of a smile*

Crowley: *raises eyebrows* I will never understand you lot!

#Good Omens #Disco Elysium #Kim Kitsuragi #Crowley #the Bentley #Coupris Kineema #Casie Mod's Thingys #crossover #don't normally draw vehicles so working on these felt like I was working on driver's manuals #also anyone else notice that season 1 Bentley is grey/black but season 2 Bentley is all black?#but if there is anything that is truly damned it is the Kineema #casie's art

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secretdiaryofcrowley · 1 month

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Things To Do Today

Drive.

Just drive

Nothing else.

Waking up this morning, I knew instantly that today is a driving day. I've sobered up to get rid of the hangover, but my headache's still there and it's persistent. Should've sobered up yesterday night, but I kinda like the fuzzy head. Keeps me from thinking.

If there's enough pain in my head, I suppose, I won't worry too much about the pain in my heart.

I don't want to go anywhere near the bookshop. I don't, but I need to return the CD to Muriel before it looses its song. Still, I drive around all day to work up the courage.

The song starts five or six times while I'm driving back to Soho. I try to listen, but in the end I always turn it off. My car turns it back on. I turn it back off.

At the horizon, far beyond the end of the road, the sun's going down in a blaze of red and orange. Like the whole world was about to end in fire.

The street lanterns at Whickber Street flicker on as I pass through. The stores are closed at this hour, but there's still light in most of the restaurants and, of course, the pub.

I could go there, have a whiskey. Or I could have a bottle of wine at Marguerite's or a bottle of Tsingtao at Mr & Mrs Chen's place.

No, I can't. It would never be just one glass or one bottle. Wasting yourself on your own is fine, but not in front of people you used know. Not front of people he used to know.

If I was human, I'd probably be dead in a ditch somewhere three times over. Being who I am, I know how far I can take this. This may be the worst time, but it is certainly not the first.

It's not even the first time I got my heart ripped out, but last time happened to be a bit more literal.

Do mine eyes deceive me? There's light in the bookshop. No, not in the shop itself, but up in the flat, in the very guest room that Gabriel used to live in when he was Jim.

For a brief moment I allow myself to imagine what it would be like if Aziraphale was still in there. He'd notice I was on my way and open the door for me. And then we'd sit inside and talk about something or other, have a drink or two, and maybe talk some more. He would have a snack and I would watch him eat. He would get excited about something and bounce around and I would listen to the ridiclous sounds coming out of his mouth.

And watch his smile. That beautiful beautiful smile. And everything would just be fine for a few hours.

A familiar silhouette at the window. Muriel is sitting there, probably on the inside sill, their head bent over a book they're holding. They're a fast reader, turning the pages at a quick and steady pace.

I wonder why Muriel didn't take Aziraphale's room. It's bigger than the guest room and it's not like he'll be back anytime soon.

Angels and their faith...

I drop the CD in the letterbox inside the door, trying to avoid any noises. Back on the road, I look up to the window again.

Muriel still seems busy with their book. I hope, they read all the brilliant ones first, then the good ones before moving on to the trash that they inevitably will find.

But then, these humans never can tell the difference. Goethe's Faust was a good book. Marie Corelli's Sorrows of Satan was a brilliant one.

I cross the road and signal for my car to come pick me up. Nina is still inside her closed-for-the-night-coffee shop sitting at a table across Maggie. They're talking to each other and they both look worried.

Time to get out of here. Just as the Bentley speeds around the corner, Maggie spots me and starts waving frantically. Nina looks up, too, her expression a mix and match between a sigh of relief and a death glare.

No. No talk. I don't want to talk to any of you. I did what I came for and now I'm leaving.

Just leave me alone, all of you!

~ * ~

More Diary Parts:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21

#crowley #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley is a mess #aziraphale x crowley #crowley is lonely #crowley is heartbroken #crowley pushes everyone away #good omens fanfic

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maccreadysbaby · 6 months

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

… did you really think i was going to end bentley’s story so soon? i couldn’t abandon my boy! head over to the table of contents above for the lovely summary, otherwise, enjoy this cute little intro chapter

part one

❝ MIRACLE WORKER ❞

MONDAY — JULY 27 — 5:56PM

“DON’T GET FRUSTRATED. Try again,”

Bentley pulled himself off the black mats in the training room of the Batcave with a small huff. He was going to be woefully sore tomorrow.

Damian was standing in front of him, and Dick was behind him, near the wall. They’d been sparring for nearly an hour. Bentley thought he was finally getting good at the self defense techniques Dick had been teaching him. (Mixed Martial Arts is what he’d called it.) After all, he’d been training with him for almost six months now. He’d even taken Dick down a couple of times (he wasn’t sure if they were real or not — Dick went pretty easy on him.), but when pitted against the now twelve-year-old assassin who had more combat experience than nearly every living adult, he felt like a kitten picking a fight with a lion.

“You’re trying so hard to catch him telegraphing that you’re not focusing on your own movements. You have to find the right balance of observation and action,” Dick explained from behind, and Bentley could hear him pacing, his voice moving from one ear to the other. “You know your opponent, and you know he adapts to his foes. He can read you like a book. You need to be able to do that, too. Try again.”

Bentley took a breath. He thought he’d been good at paying attention to people’s movements, their mannerisms before, thanks to his father. But now it seemed nearly impossible. Trying to catch the slightest of shifts in Damian’s weight, the flick of his eye, the subtlest twitch of an anticipating fingertip. His movements were so fluid and calculated that Bentley hardly had a millisecond to respond, let alone counter them.

For a moment, they stood there in their fighting positions, and then Damian struck like some kind of cobra. Bentley was just fast enough to block one, two, three, four different strikes to his head before Damian landed a kick to his chest that sent him stumbling backwards. Dick grabbed him by the arms before he could fall and nudged him back toward the assassin.

“Watch his whole body. If you’re too busy blocking his arms you’re not going to be aware of his legs.”

He was trying. He really was trying. Damian was small, he didn’t even have that much body to watch. Even though Bentley had grown in his months with the Wayne’s, (nine months and twenty-seven days, actually.) Damian was still tracking about an inch and a half taller than him, maybe even two, now, and it made Bentley feel even tinier than he already was. (He was going to be eleven in a couple months, and he was still wearing clothes made for nine-year-olds. But hey, he was in a seven-year-old’s size last year, so he’d take it.)

He felt like he was having to block at the speed of light. He blocked four strikes and two kicks in a matter of seconds.

“If you stay on the defensive too long you’re going to wear yourself out. Strike back!”

Bentley blocked another hit to the head and managed to catch Damian’s arm just in time land a kick to his chest.

“Yes! Good job,”

Damian responded by capturing Bentley’s arm, locking their legs, and flipping him over his own body onto the mat with a thwack.

Bentley just laid there for a moment, breathing heavily and reveling in the slight coolness of the mat.

“I like fighting Dick better,” He muttered, staring up at the lights on the ceiling. Both Damian and Dick drifted into his vision, standing over him. They looked oddly similar in their training clothes.

“Of course you do; I am far superior in hand-to-hand combat,” Damian stated simply, holding a hand down toward him. Bentley took it and pulled himself out of the floor.

“Hey,” Dick whined with a frown.

Damian continued, ignoring his brother’s protests: “-Which is required for proper training — if someone is trying to kidnap or maim him, they are not going to go easy on him because he’s, quote-on-quote, cute, like you do.”

“I didn’t say that!” Dick argued, crossing his arms.

“Oh, sorry. Small and cute,”

Bentley snickered at Dick when he kept on grumbling, drifting over to a long bench that was attached to the wall to grab his water bottle from on top of it.

“Whatever, whatever. You did a good job today, kiddo,” Dick continued, making his way across the room just to ruffle Bentley’s hair.

Bentley took a sip of water and shrugged, briefly ducking his head away from the contact. “I spent most of it on the mat.”

Dick shrugged. “Yeah, but so did all of us, at first.”

Bentley saw Damian roll his eyes in his peripheral. “I did not.”

“Not everybody was raised by assassins, you little gremlin. I’m sure you spent time on the mat when you were younger,” Dick said, turning back toward Damian.

The twelve-year-old eyed both him and Bentley. “No I didn’t. Going down easily only earned punishment.”

Dick didn’t say anything else, but he did reach over and ruffle Damian’s hair, much to the assassin’s distaste.

Bentley wondered if the League of Assassin’s idea of punishment had been similar to his father’s.

“Oh, Bentley, B said he wanted to see you upstairs when we were done,” Dick said suddenly, changing the subject and attempting to change the mood. He made his way to the bench and grabbed his phone off of it.

“Oh, Okay,” Bentley replied, eager to change the mood as well.

He’d been getting better. At a lot of things, like carrying conversations, and asking for stuff, and not being so awkward. He was able to (sometimes) push away the parts of his mind that still told him he was a traitor, that if he made one wrong move they’d hate him. He was falling into a routine of normalcy. Different from the last one he was in, with the assurance of pain and fear, but a new one where he was just… living.

But he still had anxiety, and there was one certain thing coming up in a week that made it buzz under his skin like no other:

School.

Actual, real school. Not just computers and books like his father had made him read, but school with other kids and teachers and classrooms.

Gotham Academy, to be exact, the same private school that both Damian and Duke attended. They’d talked about it extensively. Bruce had offered up homeschooling in many different ways, or hiring a personal teacher to have one-on-one classes with him at the Manor, but Bentley chose Gotham Academy. Which he might have been starting to regret just a little, because the only other kid his age he (sort of) knew how to communicate with was Damian. But, now that he knew they were superheroes and he was allowed to talk about it with them, he wasn’t even sure the way he communicated with Damian would cut it at a real school.

But he assumed he needed it. He couldn’t just spend the rest of his life in Wayne Manor (No matter how badly he wanted to.), and what better crowd to start with than kids his own age, right?

Well, that’s what he told himself as the days passed faster and school drew nearer.

Damian and Dick stayed in the training room as he drifted into the other parts of the Batcave. Past the life-size dinosaur and giant Joker playing card, only sending a glance toward Tim, who seemed to be hibernating in the chair at the Batcomputer. (Bentley was sure he’d been there for a couple days now, at least.) There were three empty coffee cups and a pile of papers sprawled across the massive desk, and he seemed to be neck deep in some investigation or another.

He knew better than to bother Tim while he was working. He’d probably be nice to Bentley, but he didn’t really want to chance it. He’d nearly thrown a coffee cup at Jason two days prior for playing music too loudly while working on the Batmobile. (Not to mention that Tim had been benched from patrol for a while until a nasty bullet wound healed up, which only made him more irritable.)

So Bentley pushed himself up the stairs and into the elevator that led back up to the Manor.

He had to admit, though, life living with a houseful of superheroes was pretty awesome. Some nights he got to sit in the cave with Barbara at the Batcomputer and watch all of the vigilantes’ trackers move across Gotham. He found it insanely cool to listen to them over comms. They always went by their hero names on patrol, and he loved to listen to the way they planned for attacks and talked through dealing with each individual problem. (Even if it did get a little scary sometimes — like when Red Robin (Tim) had to call for urgent backup because he’d been shot about a week ago.)

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t kind of, at least a tiny bit, maybe one day want to be a superhero, too.

He was wondering if he’d be allowed to sit in on patrol again tonight as he drifted into the Manor from the door hidden in Bruce’s office. He made his way down the hall and into the entryway. The golden sunset was shining through the windows, turning the whole room a warm shade of gold, and Bruce was kneeling on the floor next to a big box, nicely dressed and pampered as always.

“Hey, Bentley!” He announced, pulling a pocketknife from his pocket and cutting the tape on top of the box. “Your backpack just came in.”

Bentley eyed the box, and after a few moments, determined that he could probably fit in it without bending his knees. “That looks… big.”

Bruce hummed. “Well, I ordered every color.”

Bentley snickered as he approached Bruce and the box. “We looked at the colors on your computer. I picked navy.”

“I know. But then I thought I should have some backups incase you didn’t like it when it came in,” He stated, unfolding the flaps to reveal a row of nicely packaged, multicolored backpacks. Twelve of them, to be exact. Red, brown, orange, yellow, black, green, blue, white, navy blue, army green, a rusty orange, and grey. “So, here we are.”

Bentley chuckled. “Thank you. But I still like the navy one.”

“That’s good. You just… have options. If you want to switch it up. Damian and Duke probably need new ones anyways,” He trailed off, folding the box closed again.

“Dick said you needed me when I came up,”

Bruce clapped his hands together. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I got you something else, since you’re about to start school. C’mere.”

Bruce rose from the floor and left the box at the door, heading back toward his office. Bentley followed behind warily.

“I know you need to go take a shower, so I won’t take forever,” He explained as he made his way into the room and to his desk, pulling a drawer open. “I think it’s very important that you’re able to stay in contact with us while you’re at school. So I went ahead and got you a phone, like Damian’s.”

He pulled a small box out of the drawer and set it on the desk, pushing it over toward Bentley, who stared at it.

Phones were a lot of money. (And Bruce Wayne was a millionaire, but Bentley’s brain didn’t seem to catch up enough for that.)

“…Are you sure?” He murmured, glaring at the little box like it had insulted him.

“Positive,” Bruce replied. “I’d like for you to have a way to stay connected with us without a teacher having to play monkey in the middle. Go ahead.”

Bentley eyeballed both Bruce and the box for a solid ten or twenty seconds before he made a move to touch it. The box was smooth under his fingers, and he pulled the top off to reveal a sleek, army green phone.

“Thank you, Bruce,”

“You don’t have to thank me, bud,” He reached over and ruffled his hair just like Dick did. “But, I was going to ask you to do something for me. You might be the only one in the house that can succeed.”

He glanced up at Bruce, whose blue eyes were shining. “Ask Tim to help you set it up; to get that poor kid away from the Batcomputer.”

A smile crept onto Bentley’s face, and he huffed out a laugh, closing the box and carefully dragging it into his hands. “I can do that.”

“Maybe you can even get him to ingest something other than coffee, while you’re at it. Or, like, sleep,”

Bentley snorted. “I’m not a miracle worker.”

Bentley smiled as Bruce’s chuckle floated out of the room behind him, heading upstairs for a well-deserved shower. He’d deal with Tim later.

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