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#bruce at the dinner table: alfred my father in everything but blood will you please pass the potatoes
batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years
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what if bruce, for authenticity shits and giggles just, never uses the voice modulator lucius gave him and permanently destroying his vocal chords
batman, not using a voice modulator and being forced to have surgery: lucius fox : excuse me? what was that? “you were right, lucius, i should have listened to you from the start, lucius”  lucius fox: i fucking told you so
dick tries to go out as batman one (1) night and he comes back, chugs a gallon of water, says "what the fuck bruce" and goes on vocal rest for a month
dick, after doing the batman voice without a voice modulator: so that was the worst fucking experience of my life and i’m never doing that again
so obviously jason tries and he does the voice and he goes "what are you talking about, it's not that hard- *wheeze* no im having an asthma attack, im having an asthma attack"
tim manages to go out as batman for multiple days before the rest figures out he just uses a sound app with two (2) sounds that are just 'i am justice' and 'i am batman'
(it took him and steph multiple hours of editing because they couldn't find a recording that didn't have a loud SMACK right through the audio that was just bruce beating up some random criminal)
cass also uses the sounds so she just arrives to some active crime in all her 5 foot glory and you just have the lowest fucking batman voice going "i am justice"
gothamites realise that the bats actually use the voice sometimes and they just start listing them off whenever they hear it like: is it batman? nah he's with the justice league red hood? no he only does it in the mcdonalds drive thru red robin? maybe signal? nah he only patrols during the day robin? no way, he always tries to do the voice to sound cool but he always gets voicecracks
robin: i am justi- *voice crack* FUCK red robin in the corner: omg i got it on camera
(there’s youtube compilations of damian trying and failing to do the voice and all the comments are like “he’s baby,” “aww tiny boy” and damian dislikes all of their comments)
this is @im-cool-i-pinky-swear​ ‘s beautiful brainchild
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ilovebeing-weird · 3 years
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The bats' secrets
Tim Drake was a duck, no he was three ducks impersonating a human. He was the ducks you saw in duck tales covered by a trench coat. Contrary to popular belief he wasn't a human. Wanna know why he is a genius? Because he is three ducks as one human. And ducks are intelligent apparently.
Wanna know why is she so awkward? Because duck! He didn't know what to do in the human world! He lived with animals all his life.
Shocked? That's what Marinette was feeling right now. Her boyfriend wanted to tell her a big secret and she didn't know what could be a bigger secret than him being Red Robin, but there was! He wasn't a human!
Now what's next? Huh? Jason's Donald? Here to take care of his three nephews, and went ape shit when he saw his nephews nowhere. He must've thought that "Tim" had eaten them. This actually made sense. Donald did have a hell of a temper.
One of the ducks whom Marinette presumed was Lui stepped forward. "I know that it must be hard for you to process Marinette but I wanted to be honest with you. I couldn't lie anymore. I am really sorry."
Marinette actually didn't know how to process that so she ran away. She knew that Ti- no, the ducks must've expected it because they didn't follow herher or tried to stop her and she was thankful for it. She ran to her and Tim's shared room before deciding against it and running to a guest room. (She could've walked but that wouldn't have been dramatic enough)
Marinette collapsed against a wall (dramatically) and sat there not knowing what to feel. She wanted to cry and scream but she also wanted to laugh. Because if you remove the whole 'my boyfriend lied to me about being a human which is actually the weirdest lie I have heard in my life and I don't know what's real anymore and what's fake' this situation was actually really funny.
Before Marinette could figure out her thoughts a knock sounded at her door. She opened the door expecting the ducks or anyone but Bruce. He awkwardly stood there for a while and they just stared at each other for a while before Bruce spoke, "I-uh-heard what happened between you and Ti-." Before Bruce could finish his sentence, Marinette interrupted him.
"Please don't call them that." Marinette averted her eyes. Bruce nodded, understanding her feelings. What the fuck was even happening anymore. Marinette had no idea. Life actually stopped making sense when she discovered that her boyfriend was Red Robin.
Marinette motioned for Bruce to come in and sit down and he began speaking again "So yeah, I heard that you know who, isn't a human? I know that it must be hard. Because you loved him. And uh, I won't say that I understand all of this because I obviously don't, and um. I don't think I have anything else to say." Bruce said, getting up. Marinette got up too and slipped on him. Bruce caught her but Marinette fell on him and before she could comprehend what happened Bruce, or the bats, flew out from the cloak he wore.
Bruce wasn't real either! He was also a bat. Not one bat, 100 bats! what the fuck is happening!? Marinette couldn't contain her scream this time and she screamed and ran away. She wanted to just go home. She wanted to forget about all of this. Just wanted to sleep and wake up to everything normal. No duck boyfriend, no vampire bat human and no Donald Jason. Well, the last one hasn't been proven yet but given the circumstances it may as well be true.
She was about to run out of the manor Alfred stopped her. "Ms. Marinette, please sit down. Dinner would be served soon."
"I-uh, I have to go." Marinette said, fiddling with the hem of shirt. Alfred raised an eyebrow.
"It's very late right now Ms. Marinette, I can't let you go out in this dangerous city alone." Marinette couldn't disagree with Alfred and if she doesn't include the whole duck and bats situation, it was a win. Alfred's cooking was to die for. Marinette sighed and went to the dining table.
There she saw that the ducks (again in the costume) and the bats (also in the costume) were already seated. She almost went to her usual seat next to Tim but decided against it and got seated leaving a gap of two seats between them. Alfred raised an eyebrow but didn't comment otherwise.
One by one everyone (they were all staying at the manor for a while, even Jason. Courtesy of Dick) shuffled in the room. They all looked at her but didn't say anything. Well unless Jason came.
Jason whistled "What's up Replacement? What did you do to anger Pixie-Pop? Huh? You two are not being all sickenly sweet and lovey dovey like usual."
The ducks scowled at him, "I don't wanna talk about it." They glanced at her but went back to their food. Marinette felt kinda bad for them, but then remembered that they hid something so big from her.
Marinette didn't feel like eating, the food Alfred made was obviously delicious but she just wasn't hungry anymore. The occupants in this house were, she didn't even know what to say anymore. Not human? Why would someone lie about being human? That's just, kwami she didn't know what to say. Like, ducks and bats are cool but there's a fucking line. You don't pretend to be human.
Marinette wanted to groan loudly, what the fuck was happening!? This is all so weird. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Damian and the duck's voice fighting "They won't let me pet them father!"
"Damian, what the hell are you talking about!?" The bats were done.
"Drake is three ducks in a trench coat!"
"Get off me!"
"Let me pet you!"
"Damian! Get off Tim!" Dick rushed to his side trying to detach them. He pulled a thrashing Damian and Tim straightened his clothes. "Grayson, let me go!" Damian started kicking Dick but he kept his grip strong. "Dupain-Cheng! Drake is lying to you! He is not a human!"
"What are you talking about Damian?" Dick was confused, really confused. Damian always fought with Tim but he never said something like this. How can Tim not be a human!? "Damian, are you okay?"
"I think you should get some sleep demon spawn, you're behaving weird."
"Shut up Todd!" Damian snarled at Jason. Jason rolled his eyes, used to it all. Marinette had a turmoil growing inside her. Damian knew? All this time, Damian knew!? And he was mad because the ducks won't let him pet them?
Okay, her life couldn't be anymore fucked up now. "Master Tim, are you okay?" Alfred helped them get up from the floor.
"Yeah, yeah, thanks." They smiled at Alfred and went back to the table. Everyone was soon settled back.
"You've been awfully quiet today Sunshine. Is everything okay?" Dick looked at her concerned.
"Let her chill Goldie. She and Timbo had a fight." Marinette sighed internally. This wasn't true but it stopped Dick from pestering her. As soon as she had finished her meal she stood up and went to the guest room she was in before. This earned her some weird looks but they let it slide.
She sat there, her head was spinning, she felt overwhelmed from all of this. Nothing was making sense. Her head was spinning so fast that she blacked out.
Marinette woke up with a start. Tim's arms were wrapped around her protectively. Thankfully, that was all a very weird nightmare. Or was it? What if she wasn't dreaming and they used a machine on her to make it seem like it!?
She heard a groan from her side. "Bean, what happened?" Tim asked groggily. Tim was sleeping, that's a sign of danger if she had ever seen one.
"Nothing mon canard, go back to sleep. I just had a very weird dream." Tim hummed and hugged her tighter. She also went back to sleep. She needed it.
When they woke up the second time Marinette had some questions prepared. "Sooo Tim, have you been craving any bread recently?" Tim gave her a weird look.
"Bean, you okay? You know I don't like bread. Why would I crave bread?"
"Nothing, just had a thought."
"O…kay"
"Well, wanna go swimming in a pond? Have the urge to quack?"
"Mari, is this some kind of weird joke? I get it that my last name means duck but I am not a real duck." Tim asked, glaring at her. Marinette just cheekily smiled at him and went to search for Bruce.
"So, Bruce, I had some questions." Bruce raised an eyebrow at her.
"Go ahead."
"Do you like blood? As in its taste?" Bruce spat out the coffee he was drinking and started coughing.
"Marinette, are you okay?"
"Yep! Anyways, have you been hitting any blood banks recently? Have the urge to tangle your feet in someone's hair? Can you like, see or do you use echolocation?"
Bruce gave her a look which said 'are you okay? Do we need to get you checked? Did you hit your head somewhere?' Marinette just smiled at him.
Bruce just called for Tim and he came rushing down minutes after. "Bruce what happened?" Tim asked, concerned. When Bruce pointed at Mari, Tim knew what was the case.
"Come on Bean, you are gonna stay in bed all day." Tim put one hand on her shoulder and started leading her back to their room. On their way they bumped into Damian.
"Hey Damian!" Marinette chirply waved to him.
"Dupain-Cheng." Damian nodded in acknowledgement.
"Can I ask you something?" Marinette asked. Tim's face paled.
"No, Bean you're sick, let's go to bed. You need sleep." Tim said, pulling her.
"Just one question?" Marinette looked at him with those puppy eyes that he couldn't resist. He sighed and gave in.
"You may ask your question, Dupain-Cheng."
"Is there any particular reason you hate Tim? Do you secretly like him?" Damian glared at Marinette.
"I hate Drake because he is incompetent and not worthy of father's time. Do you want any other reason?"
"Bean, let's just go." Tim finally dragged her to the room and settled her onto the bed.
"What are your thoughts about trench coats? Would you ever wear one?" Tim knew that something was wrong with his girlfriend. He just jumped on the bed with her and cuddled her back to sleep. That's really the only thing he could do.
🐕 dog emoji to apologize
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alexiessan · 4 years
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Never alone - Chapter Eighteen - Soulmate AU
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Marinette was at Kim’s house with her two childhood friends the day after Christmas. They exchanged gifts like they did every year — new headphones for Nino and a sports watch for Kim — and played video games while drinking hot chocolate and eating Mrs. Lê Chien’s famous gingerbread.
She was in the middle of beating Kim at UMSIII when she noticed that Nino seemed down. He wasn’t as happy as usual and was withdrawing from them a little.
She decided to ask him after the game was over.
“You ok there?”
Nino looked up at her and Kim looked at his friend too, frowning at the DJ.
“Yeah, you’ve been acting weird the whole time.”
The bespectacled boy sighed, fidgeting a little.
“I hate that I can’t hide anything from you guys.”
He played with his cap, a nervous tic he had ever since he started wearing caps.
“Something happened. Something huge, and I don’t know what to do.”
Kim and Marinette were silent, waiting for Nino to find the courage to tell them what he needed to.
The fashion designer had an idea about what happened, though.
“I… I met my soulmate,” he said. “You know how my soulbond is that I get things that my soulmate lost? And vice versa? Well, a while back, I lost my favorite cap, and the other day, I saw a girl wearing it.”
She heard Kim silently gasp next to her.
“So I went to her and asked how she got it and she told me that her soulmate lost it. When I told her it was mine, she was a bit skeptical, so I told her about things I got from her and… Yeah. She’s my soulmate. Her name is Léa.”
They were silent after that, not knowing if they should congratulate him or not. They knew that Nino loved Alya, but a soulmate changed everything.
“Is it romantic or platonic?”
Their friend looked at them, his eyes so sad it broke Marinette’s heart.
“Romantic,” he answered.
The fashion designer hugged him close to her.
“Have you told Alya yet?”
She felt him shake his head no. Releasing him, he said:
“I thought that I would wait until we got back to school to tell her. I… I have a lot to think of, and I love Alya with all my heart, so I don’t want to end things on a bad note. So yeah, I need to think very carefully about the way I’ll tell her.”
Nino looked at her then, almost pleading.
“Can you not tell her, please?”
The Eurasian girl smiled sadly at him.
“You know I won’t. It’s not my business to tell.”
She took his hand, squeezing it a little.
“I know you’ll do your best to not hurt her too much. And, you know, I think Alya saw it coming. She’s been having a bad feeling for a while now.”
“Yeah, I know, she told me.”
Kim patted his back.
“I’m sure the two of you will still be friends after that.”
Nino let out a strangled laugh, tears coming out of his eyes.
“I hope so.”
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Marinette didn’t realize that she has missed Gotham until the plane landed. While Paris was a beautiful city full of art and history, she was born there and has seen everything.
Gotham was different. There was so much she hadn’t seen there, so much she had yet to learn about this city.
Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be there long enough to visit much, but there would always be next time!
It took a long time to find her suitcase and people around her were eager to get out of the airport and were pushing her out of the way, so she decided to let them get their luggage first so she wouldn’t have to deal with them.
Rude, really, but she could understand how they wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
Suitcase retrieved, Marinette looked for Damian, as he promised that he would pick her up. She smiled as she saw him, a sign with her name on it. He was next to a man in his sixties-seventies and recognized him instantly even if she’s never met him. It was Alfred Pennyworth, the man that was a grandfather for the Wayne boys in everything but blood.
She hugged Damian, kissing his cheek in greetings, and turned to Alfred.
“Hello, mister. I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
She extended her hand and he took it, shaking it.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I’m Alfred Pennyworth. You may call me by my name.”
“Alright, please, call me Marinette too!” She smiled at him.
She felt Damian take her suitcase from her.
“Is it all you have?” He asked.
“Yeah, I packed lightly,” she said.
He took her hand, leading her to the exit.
“Come on, Jason has been exciting to finally meet you. He wouldn’t shut up about it.”
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“You’re shorter than I think you would be.”
Jason — or Red Hood, as she had known him under his alias until now — has always been teasing her during her video calls with Robin, and she always gave back as much as she got, but she wasn’t expecting him to tease her about her height.
She knew she was short, alright? She wasn’t the shortest, but she wasn’t tall either, and, yeah, standing next to Jason, she felt ridiculous.
No, really, anyone would laugh at them if they saw them standing next to each other. She could only imagine Alix standing next to Jason, it would be even more ridiculous.
“Excuse me? I can’t hear you from all the way down there.”
She heard Tim laugh somewhere behind Jason, but she couldn’t see him. Really, the second son of the Wayne family was huge.
Jason laughed at her, ruffling her hair.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, munchkin.”
“Ha. Ha. Nicknames about my size, don’t you have anything original?”
She smiled, though, not offended at all. She always got those kinds of nicknames from Kim, anyway. The guy was way too tall for his own good too.
Speaking of tall people — or tall and huge things in general — the dog that was running toward her was huge too. And it wasn’t stopping.
Before she could understand was happening, she was on her butt on the floor, a huge Great Dane licking her face.
“Titus!”
The designer laughed.
“Now, I like this kind of welcome.”
She petted the dog for a bit before getting up with Jason’s help. She greeted Dick with a smile and started a conversation with Tim, happy to see him after almost two years.
They spent the whole afternoon talking, and she did her best to fight the sleep, being jet-lagged. She wanted to wait until after dinner to sleep though, she was having such a good time with Damian and his brothers.
She met Bruce at said dinner since he had an emergency at Wayne Enterprises.
“It’s good to properly meet you, Marinette.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mister Wayne. Thank you for sending help in Paris.”
“Of course, we couldn’t just let it happen.”
Dinner was pleasant, and she learned more about Damian while observing his family. Dick was obviously the more outgoing among them, and seeing as Bruce didn’t express himself much, she could see how Damian struggled with his emotions.
The food was delicious, Alfred was a great cook and Marinette couldn’t remember eating a better meal in her life.
She would never tell that to her parents, though. But they were still the best when it came to dessert and baked goods.
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It was the next day, lying in bed next to Damian trying to sleep that she decided to confront him.
Just like Nino a few days ago, Damian was acting weird and anxious, to the point that she could feel it from him, making her unable to fall asleep.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked at her then, and she could guess the frown on his face. Whatever it was that he was thinking about, it was not good.
“I have something to tell you.”
She moved, choosing to sit so she could face him instead of lying down.
“Okay. Should I be worried?”
“It’s not about us, per se, it’s about me. About things that I haven’t tell you yet.”
She relaxed a little, relieved that it wasn’t about their relationship.
“Okay,” she breathed. “I’m listening. Take your time.”
She heard him move and suddenly, there was light coming from the lamp on his bedside table. Good, it was less awkward now that she could properly see him.
“It’s about my past. I never told you about my mother, right?”
She shook her head no.
“I’ve been living with her until I was ten. Then I was living with my father and I’ve only seen her once since moving in with my father.”
He paused, looking for the right words.
“My mother is not a good person. Neither was my grandfather or anyone I knew back then. I wasn’t a good person either. Can’t say I’m a good person now, though.”
She opened her mouth to protest but he stopped her.
“Don’t  misunderstand. I’m a much better person than I was back then, but I’m not quite there yet. But I will be.”
She thought that he was already there but didn’t see it yet. She hoped he would see it soon.
“My mother and grandfather raised me… trained me to do things… bad things. Really bad things. And I never thought twice about it. I did everything they asked of me, and I didn’t see anything wrong with it. It was normal for me.”
Damian didn’t say the words, but she had a good idea of what the bad things were. She felt cold suddenly and had to take a deep breath.
“The things I did…”
“Ssssh.” She interrupted him. “I know. I don’t want to hear it.”
He looked hurt at her words and she cursed herself. She took his hand, squeezing it.
“Hey, hey. That’s not what I meant. It’s just, sometimes, you don’t need to hear some things. I think I know what you’ve done, and I don’t need to hear more. I just need to know one thing, though.”
He nodded, the hurt was gone now, and she knew that he understood what she meant.
“Those bad things… Do you still do them now?”
“No, my father made sure I wouldn’t anymore.”
“Okay,” she breathed. “You don’t do it anymore. But do you want to?”
“No!” He exclaimed. “No, I don’t want anymore.”
“That’s all I needed to know.”
She kissed him, then, so he could understand that she didn’t think of him any differently.
“Are you feeling better now that it’s off your chest,” she asked.
“Yeah, I do.”
He kissed her, softly, and gave her face and neck a lot of kisses.
“I…” he took a deep breath then, as if what he was about to say caused him physical pain. “I love you.”
Marinette swore that she felt her heart stop at those words. Those three words she’s been dreaming of hearing for months now. She was so happy she could cry.
Damian’s face fell, and she realized that she was taking too long to answer. She gave him the brightest smile that she could and stroke his cheek lovingly.
“I love you so much,” she whispered.
She didn’t know who leaned in first, but their lips met in a passionate kiss. He pulled her closer to him, their chest touching, and his hand took untied her hair from the ponytail they were in.
Her hands were moving up and down his torso, and soon, his shirt was on the floor instead of his person. Her shirt soon followed and when Damian pulled away, she almost whimpered.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he panted. “Are you sure you want to go there?”
She pulled him to her, kissing him once more but he broke the kiss once again.
“No, I’ll need your verbal consent, here.”
She smiled, appreciating his concern.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
And this time, when she pulled him to her, he didn’t resist.
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watchtower-feed · 4 years
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All in Your Head (Part 3)
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SSA Main ✧ Batman ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5
               No one knows about your link with Bruce. Neither of you even knew you had it until a few months ago. The subconscious link is one of the, if not the most, private links there is. Only the two of you know you have it.
               You reach out and hold Bruce’s face in your hands. He holds onto them and looks back at you. He looks so tired and you wish he didn’t have to go. “I’m not going anywhere so you go and save her.” 
     Just like you promised, you stayed asleep. He left you in that space of darkness and you stood in it for another minute before shifting the space into the Wayne Manor. You always walked in through the front door because the Manor always felt like such a sacred space for Bruce.
     When you were with him, you would often see his family, the boys running around through the corridors and hallways, sometimes in their suits or in civilian clothing. Bruce would replay the moments he spent with them, watching TV, eating dinner, training, or even just sitting around and telling each other about their days.
      Those were the best moments. They deserve more of those, not what Bruce mostly shows you, which are the fights, the yelling, the arguments, and the silent crying. He relives these moments with you instantly because he almost can’t do them by himself anymore.
     “Sometimes when I’m standing in front of them and it gets too much, I forget myself and I just grab at your hand like you’re there beside me,” he said.
      You stare at your hand and wish Bruce was there holding it tightly like he always does. On some occasions, Bruce thinks of someone he hasn’t seen for days and desperately misses. You’ve only seen him do it twice. Once with Jason and the other with Damian when they fought and he stayed with his mother for months.
     You want to think about Bruce, standing here with you but you don’t. Neither of you does that because it feels like cheating. Your imagination could never live up to the real.
     You walk along the hall and lean against the doorframe that leads into the study. There was one moment when Bruce missed his parents so badly that he relived the memory of when he annoyed his father until he would throw a ball with him in the garden. You watched, amused, as Bruce shifted himself into his younger self. A child with bright blue eyes and always smiling from ear to ear, so full of mirth.
     But now the manor is completely empty.
     You walk beside its walls like a ghost that can’t touch anything. 
     You walk up the stairs and down the long corridors until you reach Bruce’s room. You find it the same way the two of you left it from the other night, with pillows on the floor, sheets disheveled, and a broken lamp tucked away in the corner.
     You smile as you walk forward and fall face down onto Bruce’s bed. The sheets don’t smell like anything and it’s exactly how Bruce smells. After honing his sense of smell beyond human ability, he’s become sensitive to everything. When he’s dreaming he shuts off all of his senses and relaxes.
     You lie there for an hour, maybe less or more, you don’t know. Time is the most unstable factor in the dreamscape. You and Bruce have had to set up the most aggressive alarms just so the two of you won’t sleep away a whole day together. Again.
     You bring your knees closer to your chest, emulating the sudden constricting hold wrapping around your torso. You grip the sheets in your hands until your knuckles are white and you let horrific sobs wrack through your body. You cry loudly inside the empty bedroom.
      You cry until your subconscious couldn’t produce any more tears and it feels like your throat has closed up.
      Finally, you get up and go down to the cave, walking in through the old grandfather in the study. You climb down the stairs as slow as you can and focus so that the dream won’t add more steps. You count the number Bruce has given you. When you reach the landing, you stare out at the illuminated cave and the parts that are still shrouded in darkness.
      You walk past the glass displays that store their old costumes, Dick’s, Jason’s, Tim’s, Cass’, and Damian’s, until you reach the computer. You place yourself in front of the monitors, tucking your legs underneath you as you sit in a chair almost twice your size, and wrap yourself in a blanket you and Bruce shared on other nights when you would just sit and talk. You turn on the computer and let it boot up as if you’re actually there and not sleeping in your bedroom.
      But you don’t touch the mouse or the keyboard. Instead, your mind forces the monitor to show you videos and clips of what Bruce could be doing right now. He might be infiltrating a prison cell hidden in the subbasement of a secret government building, a hidden island in the Pacific Ocean, or an illegal lab that experiments on soulmates and metas.
     You watch one of the screens that’s showing Batman crawling inside a long air vent. He stops in front of a set of grills and looks in. You can see beds with two that are occupied, some desks and cabinets, a tall man in the middle of the room, and the biggest figure in the room stands between him and the door.
     You lean in close to the monitor as you watch Bruce unscrew the grills. You watch as golden smoke rises up to the ceiling, making Bruce pause for a brief second. You still have the image of it in your head when suddenly the woman on one of the beds leaps at the tall figure. 
      Bruce is already through the vent and scaling along the walls when you realize that was Wonder Woman. She’s shaking, one hand clinging onto the table to stand upright. You gasp when the huge figure smashes her into the ground.
     You watch the rest of the scene play out, inching closer and closer. You shout out Bruce’s name when you see Scarecrow come up behind him and injects him. You finally breathe better when nothing happens and you relax more as you watch them escape.
     Suddenly, the monitors shut down and the lights around the outer walls of the cave turn off one by one, and then the whole cave is drowned in darkness. It takes a long second before the soft glow of the emergency lights light up the platform.
     You definitely didn’t do that.
      You hear groaning behind you and jump off the chair as you turn around. There on the medical table, Bruce is sitting up and looking around the cave frantically, as if he doesn’t recognize the place. He looks frightened and weak, standing up too quickly and staggering toward you. “Where’s Alfred?”
     You quickly go to his aid. He wraps an arm around your shoulder as you help him stand. “He was just here,” he mumbles, turning his head to look around the platform. “He was just… testing me for poisons.”
     “Poisons?” you gasp. Scarecrow’s mask immediately springs back into your mind. “I thought that was nothing. I thought you were fine. You were…” you suddenly realize that what you saw on the monitor wasn’t just your imagination. It was Bruce’s memories.
     “Bruce, you’re asleep now.”
     “I’m not,” he protests. “I’m in the Batcave. I was with Alfred but you were…”
     “No, Bruce,” you whisper, almost pleading. “You’re asleep.” Something’s definitely wrong. Bruce has always had the better handle on your link, always better at controlling the dreamscape and filtering his subconscious. Lucid dreaming is still a skill you have a hard time nurturing but Bruce handles it with talent.
     “B-Bruce…” you both turn at the sound of somebody else’s voice softly echoing in the cave. He sounds out of breath and gurgling. It’s Robin. Jason. He’s holding his side with both of his hands while blood is seeping between his fingers.
     “Oh my god,” you whisper.
     His face is badly bruised. His mask is torn in half and his eye is swollen. He coughs out blood and you feel Bruce’s fingers digging into your shoulder. “H-help…”
     As Jason falls, Bruce drags himself away from you and kneels right beside Jason. His hands are badly shaking over Jason’s still body, so afraid to touch him. “No. Not again. Late again,” you hear him say. His thoughts are starting to filter out of his own head and into both of yours.
     You can hear the chaos as different voices fill the dream. Bruce is devastated by the death of Jason but Batman is telling him it’s not real. You can hear an eerie whispering sound coming from him as he rocks his body in shock over Jason’s body.
     “It’s the toxin. It’s the toxin. It’s the toxin.” 
     You muster the courage to take the steps toward Bruce and Jason. You flinch at the pale boy’s face and then pry your eyes away. You kneel down beside Bruce and touch his shoulder. You wait until he turns to you, “Bruce, please.” You hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. “That’s not Jason.”
     Bruce whimpers and closes his eyes. He holds your hands and presses them harder against his cheeks as the tears start to come. “Not real,” he whispers like a mantra.
     Metal skidding on the platform breaks both of your concentration. Barbara is rushing onto the platform, frantically turning the wheels of her wheelchair until she skids to a stop in front of you.
     “Bruce!” she yells out and then there’s the sound of a door slamming and Barbara turns around in fear. 
     You follow her gaze that’s directed somewhere off the platform. It’s all black. Then there’s a gunshot and Barbara goes limp in her wheelchair, her head hanging on one side with a bullet hole in her forehead.
     You’re screaming. Barbara’s eyes are wide open. You know this scene. You’ve seen it. You know who’s in the darkness. “Bruce, you need to calm down,” you whimper desperately. “You’re going to--”
     Maniacal laughter fills every crevice and every crack of the cave. You look around the ceiling, desperately clinging onto Bruce’s cape. A voice boom out from the darkness, “Ello Batsy!”
     Your whole body goes rigid as he steps out from the shadows, one leg first like an entertainer coming through the curtain. His pale white face stands out against the darkness. He’s grinning wildly. “Been a while.”
     You choke down a whimper and his face quickly turns to you. “Oooooh. What do we have here?” He steps closer to the two of you. “Looks like you got yourself a soulmate, Batsy. And here I was thinking I’m the one.” Joker leans close to your face and glares at you with his eyebrows touching. 
     You prepare yourself to start inching back but then he grabs you by the throat and lifts you off the floor. The force is so strong that Bruce falls on his back with his hands bracing him. Scarecrow’s fear toxin has been completely absorbed by his system and he’s run out of control in the dreamscape. For the first time that you’ve been with him, Bruce is completely incapacitated with fear.
     You choke as the bony fingers of the madman dig into your skin. It hurts and you can’t breathe. Everything suddenly feels so real.
     The Joker laughs as you choke.
     “No…” Bruce whispers, finally finding some semblance of his own voice. But it’s so low and broken. He sounds like a boy. “No. Please.”
      You want this dream to be over. You try to claw at the Joker’s hands. He laughs in your face and the next thing you hear is a bone crack.
     The Joker lets you go and you lie there unable to move. This is wrong. You’re supposed to wake up. You’re supposed to leave.
     You’re on the floor with your bent neck and your head lying on the side, facing Bruce. He’s staring at you with wide eyes and his mouth is open. He drags his knees close to you and you can see his whole body shaking as he leans down. “No… no…”
     Gently he picks you up to hold you in his arms. He’s staring down at your face, watching the stillness and pale skin. His subconscious is too strong and you feel like you’re dead because he truly believes it.
     “I’m sorry…  I’m sorry…”
     You can feel it too. You can actually feel the rigor mortis kicking in and it’s scaring you. Is this how it feels to die?
     Bruce’s head hangs low and you see the tears fall before feeling their warmth on your skin.
     “Not you too… Please, not you...”
     You want to whimper. You want to cry. You just want this to be over. You have got to be stronger than Bruce. You have to block out his thoughts and overpower him.
     You will yourself to concentrate until you can move a single finger. Then another. Until you can move one hand. That’s all you need. Slowly, you lift it to touch his face and his eyes widen. He grabs your hand and clasps it while he stares at you with furrowed brows.
     “Y-you’re right, Bruce,” you struggle to say, slowly feeling his hold on the dreamscape crumble. “I’m not real. None of this is.”  Bruce shakes his head. “Please… just wake up.”
    You shut your eyes and force the dreamscape to completely obliterate.
     Bruce is sweating and raking in large breaths at a time when he wakes up on the medical table. Only some time has passed. Alfred is there with a sad expression on his face as the monitor’s angry blue lights frame his silhouette.
     Bruce focuses his eyes on the monitor and finds a graph with greatly varying spikes connected to different types of chemicals. “W-what just…” he breathes out.
     “Master Bruce,” Alfred says gently, “It appears to be an alteration of Scarecrow’s fear toxin.”
     Bruce groans as he drops down from the table, “What kind of alteration?”
     Alfred doesn’t answer him right away. Instead, he stares at Bruce and from the way he looks, he might already know, “It’s a lot milder. Mild enough to not affect your consciousness…” he let his words hang as he watches the slow recognition dawn on Bruce’s face. “And only affect you while you’re unconscious.”
     Bruce clenches his fists and suddenly finds it hard to swallow.
    “They know.”
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But We’re Your Family!
A/N: Okay, I’m back! Yes, I wanted to end this little series with a happy ending. Let me know what you think! 
Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, and just cute and adorable Damian Wayne.
“This is going to be so fucking awkward,” Jason complains, as we walk up to the front door at Wayne Manor. “I haven’t been here in a long time.”
Yes, after our little anniversary sexy time last night, Jason and I had come to an agreement to celebrate with his family tonight. Despite our anxious nerves, we feared what could happen.
Jason fixes his black tie as we wait for Alfred to answer the door. We dressed up knowing Bruce would want this to be special occasion. There stood my tall boyfriend, wearing a nice black suit that compliments his muscular fit frame. I decided on a short black dress that displays my womanly curves.
And I proudly wear the golden chain necklace with the ‘J’ pendent rearing in front of my chest.
Alfred answers and smiles at us. “Ah, good evening Master Todd and Lady Y/N, come on in. Dinner is about to be served.”
Alfred lets us in, and we follow him to the dining room. The old gentleman has always been pleasant and friendly to me, and I wonder if he’s been like this with all of Jason’s past girlfriends.
Passing by the beautiful, expensive portraits, Jason links his arm to mine to hold.
 What a gentleman. He must have learned after Bruce and Alfred.
 “Perfect timing then, huh? I’m starving,” I joke.
 “Of course,” Alfred says kindly, before eyeing me up and down. He hums to himself and continues walking.
 I raise a questioning eyebrow at Jason. “What was that? Did I say or do something rude?” I whisper to him.
 “No. Maybe he’s just a little on edge since I’m back...in the family and all,” Jason whispers back, his tone revealing how nervous he is being here. “After everything...you know?”
 “You really need to give yourself a break, Jay. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone fucks up,” I insist quietly.
 “No one has fucked up the way I have, doll.”
 Just hearing Jason’s voice filled with guilt, disappointment, and anxiety, I feel horrible dragging him back here to the place he hasn’t called home since his falling out with Bruce. Even though Bruce apologized to Jason for beating the shit out of him, Jason’s always been apprehensive and on guard around his family members.
 I suddenly feel like maybe we should leave. If I can’t get him to relax, then leaving would probably be best.
 “If you want to, we can leave right now. I’ll understand,” I say softly. With my other hand, I rub his arm that is encircled with my arm. “I’ll tell them we had to leave because Roy needs help or something.”
 “No,” Jason interrupts but quickly regrets saying it loud to me. “We’re here together, and... I need to face them and get it over with. I love you so fucking much, and I need them to know how I feel about you and why you’re so important to me. We’re endgame, Y/N. This is it for me.”
 Jason halts, and I stop alongside him since our arms are wrapped together. Alfred continues walking, not even noticing we stopped.
 “Endgame? This is it for you?” I ask him seriously. “I don’t understand.”
“Yes, I’m fucking serious doll. You’re the only one I want. You’re the only one I want to be with. If I had to fucking grow up and say what I want for my future, I can honestly say you’re my future and it doesn’t scare me one bit. I mean, Y/N, you’ve changed my life. You’ve changed me...for the better,” Jason continues, feeling his chest tighten with his secret confessions. He lets go of my arm and holds my hands while he stares down at me. Those blue eyes shine with tear drops. “I sure as hell don’t jump into a fight without a plan anymore. Because I gotta stay alive and be smart just so I can get back home to you now. I stopped drinking and smoking so much, because I know it makes you uncomfortable as fuck because of your parents’ bad habits when you were little. I even...talk about my feelings with you because I know I can’t be a closed book if we’re together. You see, Y/N? I’ve never been so serious before in my life, and now all I want is you forever.”
 I smile and kiss his cheek; stunning him, since he believed I would have kissed his lips. “And after everything that’s happened to you, you deserve this. You deserve happiness, Jay,” I reply honestly.
 “Then all I need is you to be happy,” Jason accepts my answer, and sighs as he looks at the dining room near us. “Now let’s go eat dinner with my insane family or we’ll never hear the end of it.”
 “As long as we’re together we can handle your family,” I say.
 Jason exhales again and holds my arm as he leads us into the dining room. The long wooden dining table seems as big as my apartment living room. Bruce is seated at the end, while Dick, Barbara, Tim, and Damian are seated nearby; dressed up as us, too.
 While Dick, Barbara, and Tim offer friendly smiles to us, Bruce looks just as nervous as Jason while Damian scowls at us.
 Bruce stands to greet us. “Jason, Y/N,” Bruce greets us as he pats Jason’s back gently and kisses my hand. “Pleasure to have you here.”
 I blush and giggle from the politeness of Bruce Wayne, while Jason rolls his eyes and scoffs at his father.
 “Come and have a seat,” Bruce says, and guides us to the table. I notice Bruce motions me to sit next to him, but I end up sneaking by Jason, so he could. I could tell they’re both extremely uncomfortable and nervous around each other.
 Jason reluctantly takes a seat beside Bruce, while I sit on the other side of Jason. I immediately frown when Damian makes Tim switch seats with him so Damian could sit next to me for some unknown reason.
 Dressed in identical suits, Dick and Tim almost resemble twins with their dair hair slicked back and those intriguing blue eyes. Damian looks like he could pass off as Jason’s clone; both boys didn’t even bother slicking their hair back as they opted to keep their hair messy and spiked in some parts. Dick and Tim whisper something to each other and then smile at me. Bruce glares at them and gives me a relaxing grin.
 “I think it’s so amazing that you guys just celebrated your two-year anniversary! Do you guys have anything planned for the weekend?” Barbara asks, resting her chin on her hands, as she gazes at us. “Where are you taking Y/N?”
 “Yes, and no, I’m not telling anyone because it’s a surprise,” Jason growls through his teeth at her.
 I didn’t even know Jason planned something for us this weekend. He really must not want anyone to know.
 “Jason did give me this,” I say, pointing to my necklace.
 “That is so beautiful!” Barbara says excitedly.
 “Well, yeah because we all were there when Jason bought it, remember?” Dick reminds her.
 “I’m surprised he didn’t get her a cheap 50 cent ring from the grocery store,” Tim jokes.
 “And once again, fuck you replacement!” Jason says, smirking at Tim.
 “Alright, Jason you let us help you with the anniversary gift but why won’t you tell us what you have planned?” Barbara asks.
 “A weekend trip away sounds very nice. I think Paris is the best choice since it’s a romantic landmark to most,” Tim suggests.
 “I’ve actually never been to Pairs before,” I admit. From the looks of it, the family around me has been there once or many times since they’re all smiling and look lost in thought.
 “You should take her!” Dick cries out dramatically. “It’s so beautiful and romantic!”
 “Dick...” Bruce warns.
 “What?!” Dick whines.
 “T-t.” Damian scoffs.
 Alfred sets down a delicious smelling cooked brisket, with garlic mashed potatoes, buttered corn on the cob, and side salads that look like they came from Olive Garden. My mouth waters at the sight of the food.
 “What’s wrong with Paris?” Tim asks Bruce.
 “Nothing is wrong with Paris, but I guess Jason’s too good to take Y/N to Paris!” Dick joins in.
 “Or maybe he has something else planned,” Barbara tries to reason with Dick.
 “It doesn’t seem like he has a plan at all!” Tim argues.
 “You all need to stop. Now.” Bruce threatens.
 “Tell us your plan! I want to know!” Dick demands.
 “Like I said before, we already have plans!” Jason answers annoyed. “And I’m not telling anyone!”
 I’m about to turn to Jason and ask why he’s so angry about being asked about the weekend, but Damian clears his throat and it stops the arguing as all eyes focus on the blood son.
 “Are we going to ignore the fact that Todd had sexual intercourse with Y/LN and we all watched last night? Are we going to address Y/LN’s role in our family now?” Damian asks curiously.
 It’s silent between all of us. My cheeks burn with embarrassment and I glance over at Jason who’s face, and body has frozen with fear.
 And I’ve never seen Jason afraid until now.
 “Yeah...let’s talk about that. So, I gotta ask! What’s the sex like?” Dick asks, giggling like a child. He looks at Jason and then me repeatedly. He must be very curious to know. “Is he too selfish? Do I need to talk to him and give him pointers? Is there anything I can personally do for you, Y/N?”
 “Dick!” Barbara shouts. She looks humiliated!
 “Oh my God,” I mumble shyly.
 “That’s none of your fucking business, dickhead!” Jason snaps angrily. He stands up to glare at his older brother. “I fucking treat my Y/N like a queen. I fucking love to eat her out, make her cum every time, and hold her after because I know cuddling is a big deal for her when she’s weak and tired. I fucking worship her body, her curves, and her thick thighs because honestly she’s too good for me and I’m even lucky enough to see her naked. I fucking love her and I’m always going to please her. So, the answer to all your questions is: fuck you dickface!”
 Dick stares at Jason with an open mouth and shocked face. Bruce sighs, and rubs his eyes. Tim and Barbara shrug at each other. Damian continues to watch me while Alfred exhales stressfully at everyone.
 I decide I need to fix this before things get worse.
 “Okay, I’m going to answer every question and try to explain things better so everyone understands, is that okay? Damian, yes, Jason and I do have sex. You see, we have sex because we are...” I pause, trying to think clearly where to take his since Damian’s 14-years-old, and wouldn’t want descriptive details. Bruce nods his head in my direction to go on. “We have sex because we’re sexually attracted to each other. It feels good. It feels so good, I mean, REALLY good. We love each other so much that having sex is something couples do when they want to help each other feel good. What you saw last night was exactly that. We were celebrating our two-year anniversary and we didn’t think anyone would see. So, I’m really sorry about that. I can only imagine that watching us could have been a frightening and embarrassing moment for you, but I think when you get older, you’d find it perfectly natural and normal to do.”
 Damian raises an eyebrow. “I wasn’t exactly frightened nor embarrassed, Y/LN. My questions are merely about why you and Todd have sexual intercourse like animals. Todd was on top of you like a lion gets on top of a lioness in the jungle, except he did not penetrate you from behind. You were awfully loud too, as if you were going to cry. And besides your specific choice of sexual positions is also questionable. You allowed Todd to dominate you. But my main concern is if you are using birth control. Because If I know Todd and I unfortunately do, I can honestly say he would try to impregnate you to keep you for himself. Now tell me, Y/LN, you’re not against having children, are you? And if not, are you both using all types of protection during sexual intercourse?” Damian asks with complete fascination.
 Whether he’s genuinely curious or if he’s trying to start more trouble, I can tell Damian is clearly naive about relationships.
 Jason spits out his drink. He chokes and hits his chest to clear his throat.
 “WHAT?!” Jason shouts.
 “I am merely asking because I want a nephew. I have already seen you two engage in animalistic sex, and everyone with a brilliant mind knows sex is purely for procreation. Now, when shall I receive my nephew?” Damian asks me. “Nine months, correct? I hope I don’t have to wait until next year for you two to start reproducing.”
 I can feel the sweat running down my back. All eyes are on me, and I can tell we’re all uncomfortable with Damian’s questions.
 “I-I... uh...you see, Damian...” I trail off unsurely.
 “Do you want children, Y/LN?” Damian asks.
 “Uh, of course I do. I just-” I ramble on until Jason touches my hand on the table to tell me I can stop talking.
 “We’re waiting for kids, demon spawn,” Jason finally answers. His hands clench into fists on the table, and I can see his strong jawline tightening. Jason finally is able to pull off the Bat glare because Dick, Tim, and Barbara are forced to look away from him.
 “Well, why the hell would you wait, Todd?! Y/LN is clearly out of your league, and if you cannot give her what she wants, then you have no business being with her,” Damian argues back.
 “Damian!” Bruce yells.
 “What? I’m just asking what everyone else is obsessing about!” Damian defends himself.
Alfred clears his throat. We all look at him and notice he’s not pleased with us. “If I must say, I believe Master Todd and Lady Y/N will discuss their future plans when they are ready to. And I have always been correct when it comes to you children so let me put your uneasy minds at rest: they will get married and have children. And do you know how I know that? Well, I believe after every tragedy or hardships a person must go through, there is a positive light at the end of the darkness for them. You see, darkness and pain are what makes us stronger, and when we become stronger, we are then gifted with the people we love. It’s as if it’s life’s way of paying us back, and I believe Master Todd is being given a second chance at life and he deserves it so. I believe you all deserve it as well. But I believe Lady Y/N is Jason’s gift from life, and I sure hope he doesn’t bloody well screw it up!” Alfred explains.
 Jason glances at me smiling. “I’d like to believe she’s my gift from life,” Jason admits.
 “You know Jason, we may have had our problems in the past, but I know for a fact she is your gift from life. Just follow your heart and be happy. That’s all I want for you and your brothers,” Bruce says kindly.
 “Thanks Bruce,” Jason says gratefully.
 Jason swiftly stands up as Bruce, and the two hug each other. Everyone smiles and tells them it’s about time they made up. Dick quickly grabs Tim and Damian, so they join in the family hug, as well as Alfred. Barbara and I laugh but stay seated since it’s a Batboy thing.
 “I’m sorry about talking about mine and Jason’s sex life,” I apologize to Barbara. “I just didn’t think we had animalistic sex, though.”
 “You know Y/N, if it makes you feel any better, Dick is definitely a mime in bed,” Barbara confesses laughing. “He’s just as dramatic in bed as he is with people.”
 “Hey! I am not a mime!” Dick shouts. He’s clearly offended, as he pulls away from the Batboy hug. “I just…make things interesting!”
 The men and boys return to the table to sit and serve themselves dinner, finally.
 “Sometimes there are no words or facial expressions,” Barbara continues to tease Dick.
 “That’s really creepy, Dick,” Tim admits.
 “I’m not a mime!” Dick protests.
 Even Bruce and Alfred get into it.
 “Try to say a few words and make some facial expressions, Dick,” Bruce chuckles.
 “Yes, Master Grayson. Do not frighten Lady Barbara anymore,” Alfred adds.
 As the rest of them continue to embarrass Dick, Damian scoffs and looks back at me. “Now Y/LN, shall I start seeing you as a sister-in-law, since it’s clear Todd is never going to let you go?” he asks.
 “I think you can,” I answer. I gasp when Jason kisses my cheek and holds me.
 “You definitely can, demon spawn.”
 Just when we are eating and enjoying each other’s company, Damian slowly looks up at everyone and smiles.
 “I would still like to know when I’ll receive a nephew since I would like to volunteer to train him and be the best Robin when I become Batman one day,” Damian confesses, and turns to Jason and me specifically. “Perhaps you should be impregnated soon, Y/LN. So that way my nephew will be born in spring; the significant birth date as a baby Robin being born in the season of beginning life.”
 “I like that idea a lot,” Bruce admits.
 “Can we just get through this dinner first?” I ask nervously.
 “Just give us a hint! A clue!” Dick and Barbara shout out.
 “No!” Jason yells.
 Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Barbara, Tim, and Damian all shout: “But we’re your family!”
 After dinner, I was graciously welcomed into the family. As Jason and I walk back to his car, he stops me. “What’s wrong?” I ask. Did we forget something?
 Jason kisses me. The way our lips fit, and touch makes us both breathless.
 “Nothing is wrong. I’m just appreciating and being thankful for life giving you to me,” Jason whispers.
 “Me too Jason.”
 “And I think when we get home, we should start practicing for…you know,” Jason chuckles and kisses my cheek. “I mean, if we’re going to have a baby in spring, it’s gonna take a lot of dirty fun to make it happen.”
“Oh Jason,” I sigh, and roll my eyes.
“Remember doll, life gave me you,” Jason reminds me. “I’m never letting you go, Y/N.”
“And life gave you to me, and I would never let you go.”
Never.
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Theater of the Soul - Chapter 25
"Ready?"
"Let it roll, Demetrius."
"Come and get me, Lysander."
Tim watched from the rafters as Dick and Jason bantered easily, both already in costume. Tonight will be Jason's 'farewell' from A Midsummer Night's Dream. For good. He would be Demetrius, and get his self-proclaimed "lifelong dream of fighting Dickiebird." Stephanie will continue to be Puck. The house was filled to the brims, tickets flying out the ticketmasters as soon as the show was announced a few weeks ago. Tonight will be Jason's final appearance in Midsummer, and his premiere return to the Wayne House's roster.
All on his 17th birthday.
And Tim will record them all in photographs, including the pre-curtain call bickering.
"Hey little bird, come down here for a sec." Jason suddenly called him. Tim obliged and swung himself down, landing right in front of Jason. "How about a good luck kiss?" Jason asked, wrapping his arms around Tim.
"You know that cavorting me could get you arrested, right?" Tim joked, only hesitating for a fraction of a second before pressing himself closer to Jason. It took the family all but three dates in two weeks to catch on. And Tim could still see Bruce's tender smile and Dick's unabashed squeal when he and Jason confirmed that they were going out. Oh, that, and a plethora of condoms that magically appeared in his bedroom drawers - and he suspected in Jason's too. Because... well, Tim still wasn't sure if it was Dick or Stephanie; or the conspiracy between the two who would always feign innocence whenever they were confronted.
Jason rolled his eyes. "You're two years younger, Timothy. Not twenty." he scowled.
"Okay then," Tim stood on tiptoe, pressing a kiss onto Jason's lips. Savoring the warmth, the slight taste of chocolate and mint, and Jason-ness. Until somebody coughed behind him.
"Get a room, children." Stephanie scowled. "Now come give me my good luck kiss, mascot!" she demanded, tugging Tim's shirt.
"Mascot?!?" Tim squawked indignantly. But he kissed Stephanie, anyway, way more chaste than his kiss for Jason.
"Oh, I agree. Stay small, Timbit." Harper chimed in and stole a kiss on Tim.
"Why do I get to be a mascot??" Tim whined. "Also, Harper, you're not getting on stage. Why are you kissing me??"
"Because we love you, squirt." Dick declared, adding, "The one true Robin Goodfellow of the House of Wayne." before settling on bear-hugging Tim.
"Good luck, guys." Tim finally managed, after the entire cast went past him. Except Jason. "Good luck," Tim told Jason, as the latter stood in front of him looking whimsical. "I'm definitely not gonna tell you to break anything." Tim grinned. Jason might still need a crutch when walking on stage; but the costume department worked around the clock to create a costume that would provide a crutch for Jason's legs, yet not looked out of place in the period costume.
"Mascot..." Jason mused, sidling closer to Tim again and placed his hands on either side of Tim's waist. "You're my mascot, birdie."
Tim pouted at him jokingly. "Fine," he said, standing on his tiptoe to hook his chin on Jason's shoulder as Jason swayed them both slightly.
"Wanna make it permanent?"
"In five to six years, maybe. Ask me again." Tim grinned, feeling the pitter-patter of his heart.
A flash suddenly sparked from their left, and Tim looked around just in time to see Barbara grinning impishly. "For posterity's sake." she said, waving her cellphone. "Alfred will want this framed."
Tim laughed, tightening his arms around Jason. There will be more photos and memories, he was sure. The bird photo, the little red robin that started to fix everything, has been framed in a human-sized frame in front of Jason's bed over the fireplace. "Just to remind me that I'm home," Jason had said. "maybe one day I'll replace that thing with like, a tiger or whatever's deemed masculine or a superhero or something. Right now, I just want it there."
Tim believed him. After all, it was the bird who had brought Jason home.
At the night's end, when Bruce called everyone on stage for an encore, somebody dragged Tim along. "Come on, Tim! Get on there!"
It took Tim a few seconds to realize that it was Cullen, who unceremoniously tossed him into Jason's arm just as Bruce called, "...and this family, the family of the Wayne and Kane House, thankd you all for coming and welcoming our family to entertain you. We could never make it without you!" he turned, glaring at Tim at the last word.
Tim hid his blushing face on Jason's chest, and felt the rumble of laughter. "he's right," Jason remarked. "Take a bow, Timmers!" he pushed Tim forward a little, in time for Bruce to remark, '...to introduce to you, the true Robin Goodfellow of our House: Tim Drake!'
Tim glared at the lights and silhouettes of people behind it for several long seconds until somebody grabbed his shoulder. "Bow!" Jason's voice insisted.
So Tim took a few bows, amidst the applause.
"Tim might not be right there on the stage, but he keeps the memories of our house alive and archived." Bruce explained. "...and starting tomorrow, we shall present to you some of the archives, with commentaries from those who were there--"
Oh, right. Tonight might be Jason's last night in 'Midsummer Night's'. But tomorrow, Tim's gallery would open, right there at the Wayne House's lobby, to display the photographs he had taken through the years. It was Jason's idea, and Bruce supported it thoroughly; and then promoted it to the point where there was no way Tim could get away from it.
And Tim knew, it was for him. So that he shall be known as Tim the photographer. Not Tim the poor not-actor child of actor-and-actress Jack and Janet Drake. Not Tim the replacement Puck. Just as Tim, the photographer. Memory-keeper.
Tim looked at Jason, still a little flabbergasted long after they all got off the stage. "Whaddya say we make more memories, birdie?" Jason said, handing him a bag.
Tim laughed. "This is your birthday! I'm supposed to be the one giving you a gift!"
"Consider that thing a belated birthday gift. I'm still gonna be paying for it through the next few gigs." Jason grinned. "Go on, open it!"
Tim grinned, reached into the bag and pulled out a yellow-pad-paper wrapped box. He rolled his eyes. "Really," he deadpanned.
"Stuff it. I can't find anyone who'll get me pretty papers to wrap it who won't tattle on me to you." Jason scowled. "Just tear through it!"
"I will, oh my gosh, patience!" Tim retorted, and decided to do just asked, tear through it - after failing to find the ending of the sellotape. He gasped once it was opened. "Oh my god! Jason!"
"Yeah, hi. I don't know if it's good or not. I just asked the guy at the store for the best there is and he gave me this. It's not the most expensive, but like, he said-- he said it's the best and all that... especially for motion and/or high activity and--" Jason spluttered.
"Jason. shut up! This is awesome!" Tim tore through the box of the high-end camera he had been saving up to buy. And then remembered something. "You owed somebody for this."
"Sure, Bruce. I'm paying it with my salary." Jason shrugged.
"Jason, you don't have to--"
"Oh no, I don't have to," Jason cut him off. "I just want to. That's one thing that'll worth my weight in gold in your hands." He paused suddenly, expression turned solemn. "It was your photo that brought my memory back. The gallery might be a mere colorful and fun pictures to see for everyone else. For me, it's... the literal thing that's worth all the gold in the world, right? I mean," he shrugged. "Yeah. Anyway. Everything started with your camera, right? I'd like it to end with your camera and retain your love of it. Hopefully, of me, too."
Tim smiled shyly. "That's really cheesy," he commented. "but profound."
"I'm made of profundity."
Tim snorted and laughed. "Cheesy McCheese with extra cheese on profundity. You're alright," he said.
"Yeah, you too, birdie." Jason ruffled his hair. "Now let's go to the mess hall. Alfred's gonna kill us if I'm late. I'm the birthday boy, after all!" Even after Jason refused a birthday party, Alfred still insisted on throwing a post-show celebration dinner for all of them. Emphasis on 'them' instead of Jason, and thus prevented Jason from bailing out entirely.
"Thank you," Tim said, a little belatedly as they walked side by side to the dining hall - the 'mess' hall.
"Timmy, just let me know whatever you need to keep you happy, yeah?"
"Diamond blings?"
"Anything that doesn't require the blood of innocent. Besides, aren't you a little too young for diamonds?"
Tim laughed. "Anything?"
"Yep, you've done so much for the lot of us. Let us - me, especially - help you stay happy."
Tim paused at the door of the dining hall, letting Jason walked in first and basked in the 'happy birthday' greetings. Everyone was there. There were new people - imports from the Kane House when they merged with Wayne House; including Kate Kane herself who was sitting next to Barbara. The two redheads - Kate with her bob-cut and Barbara with her long flowing locks - looked almost like sisters. Even Barbara's father, James Gordon, was there.
Otherwise, most were the people Tim has gotten to know for quite some time. In other occasions, the family would sit everywhere they want. Tonight, they were grouped at the head of the table, with two empty chairs for Jason and Tim placed side-by-side. All have started eating, but given Alfred's propensity for - at least - six-course meals, they weren't going to be finished soon.
Jason took a seat nearer to the head of the table, next to Bruce; and Tim took the next one. Dick and Barbara across them, next to each other.
Tim didn't want to cringe, but he must have - because Jason elbowed him lightly just when Bruce started tinkling his spoon against his wine glass. "Everyone, may I have your attention please!" he called out and stood up.
Jason groaned unabashedly. "I thought the speech part is over..."
"I'm a dramatic person. Bear with me." Bruce quipped. "Pardon me for interrupting your feast. But I thought it would be proper to make it official. Let this feast be the mark of the new Wayne and Kane House of Family Theater. May it bring happiness to those who came across it; and deter anyone thinking to cross it." There were choruses of 'amen', 'hear ye!' and the equivalent thereof. "Enjoy the meal!" Bruce closed and sat back down amidst the applause. "As for you two, young men..." he glared at Tim and Jason alternately.
"Ruh-roh..."
"We in trouble, Scoob..." Tim squeaked jokingly.
"No you're not in trouble. Not now, at least - or not that I know of..." Bruce turned toward Alfred with one eyebrow cocked in question. Alfred's small smirk assured him. "Just... if either of you find any mischiefs that might be a long con, let me know, yeah? I might hire somebody to make a play out of it."
"Whaaa...??" Jason squawked. "Seriously??"
"Yes," Bruce assured him. "I have started the process - just an outline for now. It would be great if you can help me with some of the details. Not to capitalize on your misery, but..."
"Oh no, I'm not offended. My entire life in the past few years could be enough to be a PSA warning for anyone looking for all that glitters in Hollywood. I'm just... who'd be interested in that kind of cliché?"
"Sane people," Kate Kane replied with a small smirk. "And you're right, it could be a PSA. But it will be a start. I shall lead the script-writing department, and I would love some help, if neither of you all mind." she addressed the last comment to include Barbara and Dick.
"I'll do the proofreading part. When it comes to imagination, you might want to rely on these two--" Barbara pointed to Jason and Dick. "fact checks, him or me." she added, pointing to Tim. "Schematic or pattern check, him."
"Cool! So we get to tell the adventure - our adventure, with a lot of artistic liberty. Can we make the villain look like, really creepy? 'It' clown kind of creepy?" Jason wanted to know.
"We can do whatever we want," Bruce agreed. "You can be in drag if you want - because I can always rely on Barbara to assess the rating later."
Tim looked at Jason, the latter looking excited at the prospect and started suggesting medieval and/or early 18th century Americas as the background, and started bickering with Dick about the lack of youtube in either era which would "poke a hole on the plot so big your ego could drive through it,"
Tim looked up just in time to catch a soft smile on Alfred's commonly-stoic face. The old man caught his eyes, and smiled at him. Tim smiled back.
Tonight might be the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream; but for the Wayne and Kane House, tonight shall be the first step to the future.
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New Sons - Part 1
From the Reader’s Choice, this was the most requested fic: Batmom taking in Conner after Superman rejects him and the boys being a little uncomfortable and Bruce being mad but her convincing them that he’s just like them (+ jokes about him looking just like all the others with dark hair/blue eyes)?
Author’s Note: So Match and Conner are from the Young Justice TV show. The timeline is a little different in this story. The Young Justice team was disbanded, Superboy was never found by the sidekicks, the Justice League found them. I think that’s all!
Let me know what you think, and if you think I should continue the series!!
You are watching up in the Watchtower when Superman finds his two clones. One made with his exact DNA, later named Match, and one who’s DNA was spliced with Lex Luthor’s DNA, later named Conner. Both boys are transported up to the Watchtower, still inside their containment pods, so J’onn can examine their mental state.
The medical bay doors slide open, and you step inside, “How are they, J’onn?”
The Martian hums, “This one, the exact clone, he is unstable. I will do my best to settle his mind, however that is not a permanent solution. Batman has already agreed to help find a cure. He believes that it is the full Kryptonian DNA, as the other one, who is half human, does not show the same signs”
“I’ll help him when I’m done here.” Glancing over at the viewing window, you glimpse a red cape slipping out of view, “How’s Superman taking all this?”
“He seems … angry … at this turn of events. He has already decided that he does not want the children”
You twitch, brow furrowing, “What does he plan to do with them?”
“He is uncertain, it is one of the reasons for his agitation”
“I’ll let you get back to work, J’onn, I want to see how far Batman has gotten with his research”
“I wish you luck”
“Bruce, you don’t understand, Clark doesn’t want the boys. He doesn’t want to take care of them, teach them to use their powers, he can barely stand to be in the same room as them, and they haven’t even woken up yet!!”
“Y/N, we don’t need any more children. Damian is already filling the Manor with animals, Tim is constantly bringing the Teen Titans here, Jason has the Outlaws, Dick may be in Bludhaven but he comes to the Manor almost every weekend, and I have Gotham to take care of. Who is going to teach these clones everything that they need to know?”
“I will!”
“Y/N …”
“No, Bruce, listen. These are two boys who have never been outside of that pod, and if they were it was to do Cadmus’ bidding! Two boys who have never known what it’s like to be a part of a family! Are you really going to let them be tossed aside by Clark? Because if you are then … then … then I’m going to move up to the Watchtower to take care of them” You cross your arms over your chest, “Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do, and you’re going to have to explain to the boys why I’m never around anymore!”
“You’re being ridiculous!”
“I am not! I want to help them in the only way I know how, by being a mother”
Bruce groans, he’s never been able to deny you anything, “Fine! But you’re the one who has to explain everything to the boys! And … and I’m mad at you!”
You raise your nose in an obnoxiously aristocratic manor, “I don’t know why you would be, they technically match”
“What?”
“Every other male child you have brought into the Manor has had dark hair, and blue eyes. Both of the Superboy’s have black hair and blue eyes. So, they match the set” It had been a running joke between you and your boys. The fact the Bruce Wayne seems to only ever adopt dark haired boys with blue eyes was a rumor that had been circling Gotham for a while. It was a joke that you had kept from your husband for several years. Well, the secret’s out now!
Bruce groans again, and you can hear him bang his head down on the lab table he’s working at. Stifling a laugh, you quickly make your way up the Batcave stairs. It’s time to have a family meeting, and let the boys know that they’ll be getting two new brothers, that is if the Superboy’s agree to your offer.
The boys all agree to come to dinner the next night, curious about the news you have for them. Once everyone is finished eating, you usher your children into the study to tell them the news.
“So, I know you all have heard about the two new Supers up in the Watchtower …”
Damian groans, “Please tell me that father has not decided to house those abominations!”
“No, Bruce didn’t decide anything … I did. I decided that we would be giving the two boys a home. Bruce is down in the cave right now, working on a serum that will stabilize one of the clones’ DNA …”
“They aren’t even stable?!? And you want to bring them here?!” Jason shoots up from his chair, angrily pacing in front of you, “Mom, you’re human, they could kill you with a look, and they aren’t even stable …”
“They will be stable once Bruce finishes the serum.” You lean forward, making it a point to meet the eyes of each of your sons, “These boys don’t have anywhere else to go. Yes, they can stay up in the Watchtower, surrounded by people who will inadvertently ostracize them, or study them. Yes, the JL can force Superman to look after him two clones, and he’ll probably stick them in his Fortress of Solitude to be taught by an AI. Or, I can bring them here, teach them about humans, help them obtain new skills, experience new things.” You rub your temples, “Boys, I took each of you in, raised you as my own, and loved you like any mother would. I can’t just sit by and watch two children suffer when I know I can help them”
Tim hums softly, and smirks, “Do they match?”
“Of course! You think I would try and bring boys into this house who don’t match! They both have black hair and bright blue eyes”
“tt, I suppose it would be a good thing to have two Supers on our side”
Dick shrugs, “Yeah, I mean I only come around for visits every once and a while, but I think it would be a good idea to make sure that two Kryptonians don’t start hating Earth”
“Good point” Tim leans back in his chair, “I would like a sample of their blood before they moved in though” He turns big eyes on you, hoping that you’ll be able to get him what his little detective brain wants.
“No, you can’t have a sample of their blood … but, I can let you look at their files” Tim lets out a triumphant shout, wiggling excitedly. Now you turn to Jason, the only one to not readily agree. “Boys, why don’t you go see what Alfred has for dessert, I need to talk to Jason alone”
Once everyone else is gone, you shift closer to your second oldest son, but before you can say anything, Jason starts to speak, “I don’t think this is a good idea! What if they turn out to be crazy? What if they go on a rampage? What if they can’t control their powers?” His voice drops, eyes no longer meeting yours, “What if they hurt you?”
Quickly slipping to kneel on the floor, you tilt Jason’s chin, forcing him to meet your eyes, “They might hurt me, Jaybird. I can’t guarantee that they won’t. But they won’t kill me, they won’t make me love you any less. If you’re that nervous about them moving in, come stay at the Manor for their first two weeks. You can help me get them settled, and see for yourself how they are, okay?”
“Okay, Mom”
“Good boy, now come on. I don’t want Dick to eat all the cookies again”
Jason flashes a brief smile, before he takes off toward the kitchen. Alfred’s cookies can be quite the motivating force among the bat family members.
It’s another week after the serum is given to the clones before J’onn thinks that it’s safe enough to wake them.
Of course, you demanded to be there. Bruce had tried to talk you out of it, but you were adamant that one of the first faces they see be yours.
The full Kryptonian, the one dubbed “Match” on his file, is the first to wake up. His eyes are frantic, instead of a white sclera his iris is surrounded by black.
Instead of letting him continue to panic you decide to step forward, “Hello” Making sure to pitch your voice low, almost in a whisper, “You don’t need to be afraid, you’re in the Watchtower, you’re safe”
“Who are you?!?”
Slowly you sit down in the chair beside his bed, making yourself smaller, less threatening. Immediately he relaxes, “My name is Y/N. What’s your name?”
“Cadmus called me Match.”
“Alright, do you want me to call you Match, or do you want to take another name?”
The clone pauses, brow furrowing, “I-I’d like to keep Match”
“Okay, I can call you Match” Extending one hand, you flash a bright smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Match”
“It’s nice to meet you too. Can you – can you tell me why I feel … different?”
“Different how?”
Match scratches the back of his head, “I feel more in control. I can think clearly now”
“I helped my husband and sons develop a serum that helped bind together the gaps and breakages in your DNA sequence. It took a few days to develop, but the serum is meant to help you gain control of the overactive aggression and adrenalin that was constantly being secreted by your brain.” You gently place a hand on Match’s, “It wasn’t your fault that you were always so out of control. The blood they managed to get from Superman was full of excess adrenalin because they got it when he was in the middle of a battle.”
“So, I’m better now?”
“You should be in more control than you were. I’m sorry that we couldn’t ask you first, but my husband didn’t want to risk you hurting anyone if we woke you up.”
Match nods, “I understand” He finally seems to notice Conner lying prone in the bed decide his, “Is that …?”
“Your brother, yes. He’s only half Kryptonian. His DNA is a combination of Superman’s and Lex Luthor’s. According to Camdus’ notes, he’s also younger than you”
“He’s my little brother? And he … isn’t as strong as me?”
“Yes, he would be considered your younger brother, and no, he isn’t going to be as strong as you”
Match’s face hardens, “I’ll protect him. Cadmus won’t get him again” He turns toward you, already shifting slightly, ready to spring in between you and his new brother, “You don’t have to worry, Match, I don’t want to hurt your brother any more than you do”
“Good”
You flash a brief smile, “I’d like to invite my friend in here, his name is J’onn, and my husband, Batman. They’ll be able to wake up your brother, and we can have this same talk with him. I was hoping that you’d be able to help him feel a little more comfortable.”
“Sure, I’d like to meet him. Cadmus kept me in that pod, they only took me out to ‘test’ me against the other clones … I always won. I couldn’t ever talk to the other clones”
“You’re away from them now, and you’ll never have to go back to them, not if I can help it”
--
The boy, who decides on the name Conner, is quieter than Match. He listens intently, only asking questions every once and awhile, he mainly watches you and allows Match to put an arm over his shoulder.
“Why are you doing this?”
“What do you mean?”
Conner’s lip curls slightly in a self-deprecating smirk, “I mean, why did you take us from Cadmus? What do you want us to do in order for us to keep our freedom? When are you going to put us back in our pods?”
“I’m not going to put you back in your pods, honestly my husband had to stop me from throwing those things out the air lock! You boys don’t have to do anything unless you want to. We aren’t going to force you into servitude just to keep your freedom, this isn’t some kind of bartering game. And we took you from Cadmus because … well because you’re children, and no child should be forced to grow up in some test tube! They should be able to have fun, and choose their own paths in life!”
Match nods, not hearing a single lie in your statement, “I believe you, you don’t … feel like the scientists did. You feel good, warm”
“I’m glad” You glance over at Conner, who is now leaning more into Match than he was a few minutes ago, “Now I know that you’ve only been awake for a few hours, but the sedative we gave you is still working its way out of your system. Why don’t you two go to sleep, and when you wake up we can talk a little bit more.”
Conner stands up slowly, and plops himself down on his bed. He curls up in a tight little ball, snuggling under the blankets, you barely hear the soft “Okay” before he’s completely asleep.
Match drags the bed closer so he can keep an eye on Conner, “Thank you for taking us form Cadmus. I’ve only met him once, but I know that Lex Luthor will not let Conner go very easily. He will try and take him back”
Hesitantly you reach out, running fingers through his short hair, just like you do with all your other children, “You just leave Lex Luthor to me, Match, I’ll take care of him”
Part 2
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Bats vs Supers
Prompt : It’s like your blood have these gene to fight the Super family. Like, what could possibly go wrong when the Supers go to the Manor?
A/N : Grammar mistakes of course. It’s actually Jason x reader, but meh.
Pairing : Batfam x Reader vs.  Superman/ Jon / Supergirl  
Warnings: swearing, tiny families differences, fight(? , ends in fluff 
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You couldn't believe your eyes, your father, aka, Batman vs Superman were going to beat their shit, again... but this time you knew exactly what happened, you knew it was going to be hilarious one day, but right now, you were scared.
To be honest, you were tired of this, you were tired of their fights, really, they were like 10. Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent could fight over a freaking cookie and turn the world upside down if they wanted, like if they just wanted to fight each other, oh and don't talk about how your dad's behavior after those fights, he was like the broken-hearted girl friend who didn't want to talk to him. At first it amazed you that he was actually the Batman, but now you just wanted to slap their perfect faces.
Rain was soaking your clothes as your hands were holding a wild Damian ready to punch Jon's face. Seriously God, why did you deserve all of these shit, today?!
Your gaze went straight to Kara in front of you, she was more than pissed, but she was enjoying every minute of this fight. Her hands were holding Jon tighter, you could easily said after seeing the holes under Jon's shoes. Well, heck. You said to yourself.
"What? You can even hold your tiny mini-me?" Kara said with a smirk when Damian was trying to escape your arms.
"Oh hell you didn't said that!" You and Damian said in one voice, both of your anger raised and for sure, your father and Clark were in the same page.
Three hours ago
"I don't get it Bruce, why do I have to stay?!" you told Bruce as you walked behind him through the Manor.
"I can’t hold Damian, but you can" he said not turning around.
"I'm not a nana Bruce... and I know Dick it's the ultimate babysister here" you told him with a chuckle.
"Y/N. Dick, Tim and Jason are busy, you are the only one around..." he told you while he searched for Alfred.
"Well... that's not true, what about Cass, Steph and Barbara?" you asked him.
"Y/N he is your brother"
"And?"
"And I need you this time, that's it"
"What if I go with Damian to somewhere else while you deal with Super-family"
"You know what happens when I’m alone, with Clark, Y/N"
"So, there's no other option, we are staying I liked it or not, right?" you told him with a scoff.
"And I think lady Y/N's detective genes are blooming" Alfred said when he walked inside the room.
"Y/N go for Damian, see you both here in 10, we gotta prepare everything" Bruce said while turning to Alfred.
"Are you kidding me?! Look for Damian it's like a living 'Where's Waldo?' " you said with a scoff.
"Tim found him in less than 10 minutes" Bruce said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, it was your clue to ran in search for Damian, you had to break that record.
"Always works" Bruce said with a chuckle.
"Actually, no one has found Damian in less than 10 minutes" Alfred said with smile.
"She doesn't have to know that" Bruce said with a tiny laugh.
"Why we have to go?!" Jon and Kara said in one voice as they look at Clark walking around.
"Aren't you friends with Y/N and Damian?" Clark said with a raised eyebrow.
Both of the looked at each other as they thought for seconds.
"We are friends... for minutes without fighting" Kara said while rolling her eyes.
"Damian always fights dad, he's my friend... but he always do that" Jon said with a sad smile.
"Well, that makes three of us.. okay look, I need both of you, you know how Bruce and I fight over tiny things, so maybe, if our family is with us, maybe, we can avoid a fight, again" Clark said with a sigh.
“So why you don’t go with Lois?” Kara asked with a raised eyebrow
“She has work to do, but she will be there later” Said Clark with a smile. 
"And what are we supposed to do?" Kara asked confused.
"Just, don't fight, please" Clark said with a pleading face.
"After these, I want a giant ice cream" Jon said with a stern face.
"I agree with Jon, so we want a double giant ice cream" said Kara with a smile.
"Deal, but no fights" Clark said with a smile.
"Is that a plane?"
"Is that a bird?"
"Wait no?! That's- Oh damn, I really wanted to be another thing, but you guys, are okay... I guess" Damian said after his eyes recognized the super family.
Bruce hit the back of his head with a face that clearly said ‘Damian, shut up’. So you chuckled after Damian’s face ‘You know it’s true, father’. God, you loved your family.
"I thought you were pretty robins, but you are just, flying rats" Jon said with a smirk.
“Jon” Clark said in his dad’s voice. 
“What?! you know it’s true, you have said it yourself“ Jon said without thinking and the three of you looked at Clark shocked.
"Good to see you Bruce, shall we start?" Clark said trying to avoid the fight.
You looked at your dad and you saw his clenched jaw. He was trying not to start an argument.
"Yeah, come in" Bruce said trying to stay calm
The super family stepped inside the Major and your eyes locked with Kara's. You gotta be fucking kidding me, you thought to yourself, of all the people in the world, she came. Your friendship with her was really strange, sometimes you could be best friends and go out laughing and other days you were actual fighting with her, just like your dad. It was strange, just that.
"It's going to be the longest dinner of our lives" You told Damian after the super family walked in front of you, leaving you with Damian behind.
"Tt, father made a bet with me, sister" Damian told you with a playful smirk.
"oh, really? Today I won one, Tim is going to be pissed" you told him with another smirk.
"Father made a bet with me about the super brat fam" Damian said with a smirk, he knew you pretty well. Little jerk.
"What about it?" you asked him curious while you both start walking behind your guests.
"Don't punch them" Damian told you with a wide smile, damn. He knew you, and damn, you wanted to won that bet too, but it was actually difficult with Kara here.
"What's the prize?" You asked Damian, maybe you could break that bet.
"We can have a new pet" He told you with another smile.
"Deal, no punching" you said with a smirk, you couldn't let this pass, you wanted a pet. 
After an hour talking, finally Bruce and Clark were ending, peacefully. Well, in all that full hour many things were said between everyone, stupid things actually, you punched multiple times Damian's leg when he was about to start a fight with Jon, and it was ridiculous, he wanted to fight the boy because he pet Titus or because he took the last cookie (well, you understand that part, Alfred cookies are a treasure).
In other hand, your father's and Clark's jaws were clenched, they might be talking peacefully, but they were more than pissed.
And well, Kara was playing with few sentences around you, and of course Damian kicked you many times under the table to not fight her, she was talking about how good she was, she could lift cars, she could fly, she didn't need any of your toys to fight. You were more than ready to stab her with the fucking fork, until Bruce looked at you with a Bat glare.
So you tried to stay calm, your hand was clutching the cloth in your hands trying comfort your anger, you looked at Bruce hands and you chuckled, he was doing the same, you looked at Damian and he was doing the same thing, you wanted to laugh, this was a strong game for the Wayne's.
Who will crack first?
"Well, for the record Bruce, by far this has been a pretty calm evening" said Clark with a smile.
"Are you saying that it's weird that we stay calm?" Bruce said curious.
No, Dad please stop. You thought as you looked at your father with wide eyes.
"Well, calm isn't the word that could define a 'Wayne' " Kara said as if it meant nothing, how wrong she was, she was reaching the point of no return.
"What word will be the best for a 'Wayne' then?" you asked her with a raised eyebrow and Damian looked at you the same way you looked at Bruce before.
"Drama Queens" Damian heard Jon said under his breath.
"I'm sorry, what did you said farm boy?" Damian said with a curious look.
"I can be a farm boy, at least I'm not a flying creepy rat" Jon said with a scoff
Oh hell, they were getting there.
"There goes our calm evening" Clark said under his breath.
"Tell me if I'm wrong, but I could swear you are implying that my kids are breaking your 'calm evening' " Bruce said with anger in his voice.
"Bruce, I don't mean that! But now this is nothing but calm!" Clark said with a scoff and both of his eyebrows went high until they reached his hairline.
"For the record Clark, your family was the one who started" Bruce said with a smirk
"Don't you dare to blame us, Bat" Clark said with a scoff, but you knew he was getting pissed.
"But I dare, because you are in my house Clark, and all night your family had play with mine to get in our nerves" said Bruce with a glare.
"WE never start fights, Bruce" Clark said getting more pissed.
"Oh, really? guess what? your boy dug his grave when he called Damian 'flying rat' and so far Y/N it's not less than Kara" Bruce said and you and Damian looked at your father, you were more than proud.
"Really, Bruce? two can play the same game. Your family always fights mine, no matter what, over a cookie or death glare contest! We were here to discuss your problem with the Joker and the Scarecrow! not our families!" Clark said with a glare.
"My problem with those two it's mine and not yours! we were here to discuss all the villain out there, alien" Bruce said with a smirk because, everyone knew, Clark hated that word.
"You want to fight Joker lover, bring it" Clark said as he raised up.
"Dad no..." you told Bruce before he raised, he looked at you and Damian, you were not going to crack over them.
"What Y/N, do you agree that your father loves the Joker?" Kara said and well, you crack there.
"You know Dad?, do your own business while I make mines" you said and Bruce and you stand up beside him.
"Tt, Sister" Damian told you while his hand grabbed your bicep "We can't break the bet" he told you under his breath.
"Aren't you old enough to deal with your own problems, demon?" Jon asked with a chuckle.
"Nevermind, sis" Damian told you as he glared at Jon.
"Master Bruce, I will not stand this again" Alfred said and everyone looked at him "Cleaning the Manor it's exhausting, deal with your differences outside" He told everyone as he leaved the dinner room.
And so, that's why you are outside the Manor, trying to hold Damian the longest time you can, you thought that maybe you could chill things, but no, your family has no chill, and more less when these super fam is trying to die. 
"Your sister can hold you forever!" Jon said with, literal, red eyes.
"You know what? he's right" you told Damian and you free him.
In matter of seconds they were fighting each other on the ground, and soon you felt someone grabbing you by your hoodie, you looked at Kara and she had red eyes too.
"It doesn't surprise me, you can't fight like a human" you told her with a scoff.
"Let's fight your way then, but no toys Y/N" she told you and soon her eyes were blue again.
You didn't gave her time to react, you gave her a punch right in her face, oh she didn't saw that coming, and it was glorious for you, finally you did what you craved.
"Bring it, Supergirl" you told her with a shitty grin
And it was her sign to start fighting against you. You can’t lie, fighting against someone like her was hard, really hard, this guys doesn't get tired as a normal people, because of course, they're not, but you were trying your best to act like them. Your father was right, this was your home, and you will not lose in it.
One hour of punching, kicking and screaming and still you were on your feet. Blood was coming from your lip, eyebrows, hairline and nose, you had some bruises and your body grew tired every passing second, but looking at Kara made you feel better, you really did a great job, I mean, she could be all fresh with some dust in her hair, but you really had an actual fight with her. Damian and Bruce were doing their best too, what could you say? you have been all your life training and -
"What the fuck is happening?!" you heard Dick's voice and you turned around.
You shouldn't had done that, never give your back to your enemy. Kara launched herself to you, pinning you down and holy fuck, you must have pissed her off, because she was ready to make a big hole in your head.
Someone took her away from you, Dick of course and he tried to calm her, you sit on the ground, but seconds after you felt someone carrying you inside the Manor, but you didn't fight any longer, you were tired, your were bleeding, you knew you were in Jason's arms so, why fight?
Your eyes looked at Tim trying to hold Damian while the Super boy (that Jackass, but other story for another time), trying  to pull Jon away from Damian. It was pretty funny when you thought about it. Then your gaze drifted to your father, he was being pulled away by Alfred while Lois was trying to calm Clark.
"Care to explain?" Jason told you after he settle you on the couch, he went from some First Aid kit and return to clean your wounds.
"Hello my love, good to see you too... really need an explanation? We always fight" you told him with a chuckle.
"I know the fighting thing, but this time you all came too far" Jason told you before he started stitching up your eyebrow. "For the record, I love you too" he told you with a smile.
"Drake! Put me down!" you heard Damian's voice coming closer.
Tim placed Damian beside you and you chuckled when you saw him, he had the deepest frown on his face, he was way too cute when he was mad.
"Who won?" you asked your brother with a half smile, Jason was still patching your wounds so you tried not to groan at the pain.
"You really need an answer, Sis? I always- "
"That's enough! We leave you for hours. HOURS and you already did a freaking war in the backyard! What's wrong with you!?" Dick said walking inside the room.
You looked at Damian and you felt a little bad, you really made a chaos in hours just because some stupid words.
"Alfred I don't need more scolding!" you heard your father's voice.
Everyone looked at the door, Alfred came in, holding Bruce by his ear (you live for this moments), he placed Bruce beside Damian. The three of you were a bloody mess, Jason gave you a kiss on your forehead before he got up. Tim, Dick, Alfred and Jason were looking at the three family members on the couch.
"Master Bruce. I know you tend to fight with Mr. Kent, but this time you ALL went too far." he said with with a tired voice. "it is your home, but they are your guest, sir. You can't treat them like that. Clean up and apologize to them" Alfred said.
There wasn't a single force on Earth that could fight Alfred, he was always right and so you all felt more guilty. You thought about your actions and you felt more and more bad with yourself, you really need it to apologize to the Supers.
Jason helped with your wounds while Dick helped Damian. Tim was with Bruce. Alfred went outside the room, he was going to apologize to the Clark's family, but he stopped himself when he heard Lois doing that job.
Minutes later the three of you came out from the room, 'cleaner' than before. And you looked at the family in front of you. You wanted to make a winning-dance, when you saw Kara's face but you hold it, this wasn't the time.
"I want to apologize for our behavior, Clark. We went too far" Bruce said and he looked at you and Damian, like 'Help me here, Batman never do apologies'
"You might be in our home, but that doesn't give us the right to treat you like, well, like we did back there" You told them with a half smile.
You looked at your side, Damian was still not having any of these shit, so you nudged him with your elbow.
"Yeah, we are sorry, okay? we truly apologize" He told them with a serious tone, you were amazed by that, to be honest.
"Hey, we are in the same ground here, we didn't have the right to said all those things or to get in your nerves" Clark said and Lois smiled at his husband.
Minutes passed from apologies and some few chats between the families. But they realized it was time to leave. The Bat family arrived to the room as Alfred said few scolding but ending with a speech about how proud he was with the ending of the troubles. Jason tangled his hand with yours as he kissed your temple.
"So, next time you are going to fight her?" Jason told you with a chuckle
"Well, I don't know, I hope I do, it's a really good chance to train" you told him with another chuckle.
"Well, as long as you don't get close to that brat Super Boy, I'm fine with that" Jason told you with a smile.
"Jealous much, Todd?" you asked him with a smirk
"Me? I'm never jealous" he said with a scoff
"Tt so you don't care I gave Y/N's number to Jon? That Super Boy asked him for it" Damian said while sitting beside you.
"You did what, demon?!" Jason said with eyes wide open.
"What? you said you weren't jealous" Damian said with a smirk, he leaned his head in your shoulder and you smiled.
"Please! Don't fight right now! I really want to watch this show!" said Tim when he placed himself beside Jason.
"The only show you will see is how I kick the Demon's ass" Jason said with a hiss.
"Touch him and you will regret it, Todd" you told him with a playful glare.
"How are the two of you so damn close?" Dick said when he returned with his 'Batman- Lego' pijamas. He made a gesture to Damian to move so he could sit beside him.
"She's my sister, Grayson" Damian said with a glare.
"We are your brothers, Damian" Dick said with a smile.
"Whatever! Don't fight and everyone shut up now!" Tim said having enough of his family.
After all, it was the monthly sleep over for the Bat Family, you were all together watching (Y/F/TVS), nothing in the world could take this away from you. Soon, you and Damian felt asleep, you were more than tired, you don't know how many time passed, but the only thing you knew was that now, you were in Jason's arms, warm and safe.
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