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uummi · 9 months

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Written for @dicktimweek 2023

Day 1: Soulmate AU | Nightwing!Tim | Time Loop Day

Words Count: 1508

Title: Day of the dead

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake

Warnings: Major Character Death| Blood and Gore| Suicide| Emotional Instability| Self-harm Done Unwittingly

Tim was falling from the sky at an unhealthy speed

His eyes were closed, his body had become even weaker since he was last seen, there were wounds hidden by traces of blood at the points where his wings were

He wasn't making any kind of movement to fly. Dick thought once more, had Tim learned to float in the blue the moment he jumped out of the nest with a sense of betrayal?

Just a few more steps... Why don't you make an effort to catch?

If there was Tim instead of him, he would have handled this situation in one go

Dick dared not think about anything else as he looked at the corpse stuck in the middle of the street in a new costume unlike his childish Robin one

Which is the biggest thing that Tim forgot because he felt betrayed was that he would always be Dick's first Robin, and Dick always liked to see his soulmate in his own colors

Tim's tiny body was bent at an abnormal angle, his eyes inside the domino were left open by the impact of the collision

There was a pool of blood formed by the effect of the rain that started around, and most civilians were closing their eyes in pain and trying to go home

Because they knew that no one would get help from Batman today. Dick wasn't going anywhere, he wasn't going to leave Tim alone once again

Even if the one he loves will never notice again

Even though his black suit was dyed red, he sat on the floor without caring about the blood pond. He took the glove off over his thin fingers and began to touch the body, which began to fade slowly

He stood for a few seconds in the smiling pinkness. Shamefully giving his first kiss by pulling him into a corner at one of Bruce's parties, that beautiful lips were turning increasingly blue

Dick still remembered very clearly the taste of the soft piece of meat, how he wiped Tim's tears from his slightly brimming eyes and how they went back to the party while joking with each other

He could hear the other superheroes starting to gather around him, those who had known averted their eyes from Dick, while others questioned why Batman was so interested in a small runaway bird, but he still didn't get up

As soon as he was left alone, he joined his hands together and began to beg

One more time he said, please, just one more time...

It couldn't have ended like this, they had so many more plans

This should not have been the end

So the question is, how many more times did he have the strength to do this?..

Dick let out a scream that filled his throat, quickly opened his eyes and kicked the coverlet above him with a feeling of tightness. He knew that Damian was scribbling something on his art notebook he picked up on the opposite seat and was watching him with one eyebrow up when he reacted, but he didn't care

He just cursed towards the calendar, which sewed up his blueness and blinked in front of him, and then felt that he couldn't breathe with all the emotions that came with a tremor

He took his head between his hands and closed his mind to the tears decaying from his eyes and the ugly choking sounds

How many was that? Why every time Tim slipped through his fingers to turning into a dust?

He had tried every move he could think of. He caught Tim in time, but his little soulmate took his last breath before he even had a chance to get help from internal bleeding

Or he participate in the battle with Ra's with him but still did not manage to prevent his fall

Tim held out his hand for a moment and tried to get help. His angel still trusted him, which made Dick happy for a moment

The worst case scenario was when he found Tim without him entering Gotham and helped him make his plans which made Dick think he had achieved just a second

Everything went well for that one, he even prevented Tim from suffocating due to the air pressure because he was trying to fly high, but before he had time to celebrate, his baby was poisoned by a ninja

His non-existent spleen also weakened his normally strong immune system, taking away his chance of survival

He nervously pulled his hands from his head and threw them on top of each other. He ignored the noise that formed, such as his nails gaining strength or sounds coming out of sandpaper

It was so ridiculous, it didn't mean anything

What more could he have done to save Tim?

He should never have let him go. If necessary, he had to imprison the little body inside the mansion and ensure that his energy, born with a smile on his face, was protected at the risk of being destroyed and becoming a hollow shell

And now, because of Dick, who couldn't manage to use the chances he had properly, there was no chance that he would ever be more than that empty shell again

The scraping sounds increased a little more, although the inside of his nails slowly turned red, their speed increased even more

Damian got up from his chair, was his picture finished?

If he asked the boy, would he give him a picture of Tim as a gift?

A smell was beginning to come to his nose

Would Tim's hair have continued to smell of coffee as usual?

Pain, pain, pain...

He couldn't take it anymore...

'Richard, stop it!'

He woke up with a sudden start and shot a glance at Damian, who was calling to him

He was looking scared, Dick wonder if something had happened

Besides, why did his arms hurt so much?..

He stared at the blood flowing down his arm like a stream and realized that he was experiencing enlightenment in an instant

He was really a complete idiot

Between both of their relationships, Tim had always been the smarter one, and Dick was definitely proud of that

This time he began to laugh, not noticing the frightened gaze of Alfred, who came with Damian's fearful scream. Of course, why hadn't it occurred to him before?

It was always because of that little boy in his soul who believed that he could save everyone because he was a hero

No, Dick knew that death was necessary. And that there must be a reason for the rules that the gods set when creating soulmates

So it wasn't about Tim

It was about Dick...

That's why he didn't do any extra work that evening. He accepted Tim's words asking him to trust him, he even tried to refuse to trust him once in this endless loop to result in with Tim did not even let Dick catch him, he fought with the ninjas attacking them with Damian, listened to the sounds coming from Tim via the radio, and just as the cracking crackles of the glass began to fill his ears, he went up in the air

He let the wind blow his cloak for a few seconds

He wouldn't have a chance anymore, so he wanted to forget

They had come to the end, hadn't they?

He cut the rope that allowed him to glide with the help of a knife at the moment when Tim and his own body met. Although he knew that the young boy's eyes were looking around in surprise and he was trying to forcibly move their bodies away, he began to smile peacefully

Really why hadn't he thought of it before? There was no way he could have saved Tim on this same day, so they both had to die together

He ignored the screams, took the tiny hands that were nailing his arms decently between his own calloused hands and gave them a tiny kiss

Tears were beginning to flow from the eyes of his little baby, he was barely looking at his tool belt, looking for something to help them stay in the air at least for a while longer

Did it just occur to you that you know how to fly? Didn't I teach you, Tim, you need to flap your wings

Nothing would work, the two of them would integrate into the ground together, it would be impossible for them to separate

The gods give humans some people who will complete them in the creation of humanity

Maybe a grace maybe paying for a sin the bodies where two half-souls live would die in the same time period

Dick was cursed as usual, so for the last few times, his soulmate had tried to rise to eternity by leaving him behind

Never again... Never again...

This life and beyond...

They were always going to be together...

Gotham cried to its two guardian who fell in the next morning

#dicktim #batcest #dicktimweek #dicktimweek2023

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bi-bats · 7 months

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im procrastinating so hard rn so c, i, o, z?

Waffle hELLO!!!!! THANK YOU FOR WAITING LIKE TWO WEEKS FOR ME TO GET TO THIS LMAOOOO 💖💖💖

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

oh that's tough actually, especially in DC. there really aren't any that I abhor wholeheartedly-

wait no wait. Supermartian. Sorry, both Kon and M'gann are a thousand times more interesting without each other in literally every instance I've seen them (for the record, I'm talking exclusively about canon because I don't consume fan content for this pairing, so there are probably people who are doing it justice out there but the canon content has put me so far off of it that I just. don't want it).

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Oh interesting! See, I've been on here since like. 2011? not on this particular blog (though I do still have access to my old account) so. uh. I've been here since before superwholock. I was in and out, so thankfully I wasn't around much for Steven Universe, though I did watch that whole series and heard things about the fandom. I think it'd be more accurate to say it wasn't Tumblr specifically, but certain fandoms have put me off, though I am reluctant to admit my shame.

homestuck

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Je te laisserai des mots - reminds me of DamiTim, possibly because I'm in that brainspace rn? but also I hc that Damian plays violin and Tim plays piano and the way that the two intertwine throughout the song is beautiful. Also the lyrics remind me of Damian, who I think is definitely one to hide his feelings and wait for someone else to make the first move!

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

Okay I'm gonna hit you with a take I see all the time but feel like talking about anyways. I read a lot of comics (not just for batfam, I'm actually a major flashfam enthusiast (esp Wally and Bart) and a MASSIVE Kyle Rayner and Jo Mullein fan, and I read plenty of superfam stuff bc I love Kon, and also Young Justice my belOVED) but like. if I could just. read a run that doesn't have Batman or the batfam in it, you know. Sometimes I just. It'd be nice! that's all! It'd be nice if I could just read a Kyle run that doesn't have any bats in it! Or Wally! Like, don't get me wrong, I actually love his relationship with Dick (they're in love actually but that's a story for another time) but like. HE DOESN'T REALLY NEED TO BE HERE IDK. or like the new run of Titans!! Sure, I want Dick to be in it but like. He's the main character!! Idk!!! I get that they're making him like, the face of DC or whatever but like. idk sometimes I want my other faves to get the spotlight.

Sorry if you weren't looking for me to whine about this 😂 and for the record I don't always hate it, I just want more of my other faves who have kind of been forgotten in favor of the bats again

#🧇 waffleinator-inator #bibatrambles #batsasks

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zyalahmiscfandom · 2 years

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Does an date count if it’s a mission from Batman? 10 out of 10 Izzys would say yes!

A mission from Bruce leads Izzy and Jason to team up on a fake date to Robinson Park to investigate possible Poison Ivy shenanigans.

“So you do look normal?” Jason mused aloud as he surveyed the luscious greenery of the park for any signs of Ivy controlled goons.

“What?” Izzy tilted her head perplexed.

“I’ve only ever seen you dressed as a stupid clown.” Utter vitriol laced the former Robins voice. Though years had passed since the fateful night he’d lost his life to the Joker, Jason still harboured a hatred for all things clown, which unfortunately included the currently glamoured girl beside him.

“Oh...” Izzy faltered, her pink converse coming to a halt on the gravel path.

It took Jason a couple of beats before he realised the overly peppy girl had fallen from his side, ever since Bruce had paired the two up for this undercover mission the pink witch had been stuck to his side beaming, but now she had a look Jason had yet to see from her. Sadness.

Confused Jason mentally put the mission on hold, as he stood in front of his partner.

“You okay?”

“I don’t...” Izzys voice was smaller than it had ever been since she’d joined the batfam as a hero. Dick had told her of Jasons past before she had officially met the Red Hood, so she knew it’d be an uphill battle to get him to like her, but the utter distain he had for her true form was like a knife to her heart.

“You know I don’t choose to look like a clown, right?” She questioned.

“Huh?” Jason blinked. “Then what do you call that starry pink disaster you wear on patrol?”

Another stab to her heart. Izzy tried desperately to control her emotions, the last thing she wanted was a magical outburst in the middle of the park.

“I call it me Jason, just me.” Tears welled in her eyes.

“What are you talking about?” Jason was starting to panic, the last thing he wanted was to make Izzy cry, something about a crying woman turned him into a dear in the headlights.

“This right now Jason,” She motioned to her current form, “This is a glamour, a magic spell I cast to look normal during the day. That ‘starry pink disaster’ is what I really look like.”

“I don’t understand?”

“Jason do you really think I’d voluntarily look like a clown in Gotham city?” She coldly laughed. “Hell some day’s I’d rather look like Man-Bat than Harley Quinn 2.0, but I don’t. So instead I lean in to it, because maybe, just maybe I can show the world that not all clowns in this city are fucking evil.”

The two stood silent for a moment, awkwardness and uncertainty taking over the atmosphere between them.

“Sorry Iz, I didn’t know.” Jason scratched his neck.

“It’s okay Jason, I should have eased you into the whole clown thing, it can be kind of a lot to handle.” Izzy apologised.

“Truce?” Izzy held her hand out, ready to start over.

“Truce.” Jason smirked shaking her hand, a weight he didn’t know he had lifting.

“Great you’re friends again, now can we please get on with the mission.” The annoyed static laced voice of Damian crackled over their ear pieces. Clearly the littlest Robin was not amused. So nothing new there.

But for Jason Todd and Izabela Zatara it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

#jason todd #red hood #batman #batman oc #dcau #dc comics oc #dc comics #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #canon x oc #robin #damian wayne #oc #original character #clown oc #batman au #writblr #my oc

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louff4tw · 2 years

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I really love the batfam but Bruce is far my favourite and it’s so tragic to see everyone hating him the most when others from the batfam have made the same errors too. They give him no mercy because he’s an ‘superhero/vigilante’ (it’s fiction bro, can’t apply real rules), ‘adult’ and therefore he ‘should know better’ rather than just being a person who has problems due severe ptsd and mental illness and even on the spectrum that all prevent him from normal interactions and communication.

Woe is dick with with abandonment issues, woe is Jason with ptsd, woe is Tim with neglect and loneliness and woe is Damian growing up in a harsh environment as if Bruce didn’t experience all that (I love alfred but he was a reserved military man who hardly met the physical and emotional needs of a 8 yr old kid?? And ur surprised he has stunted emotional growth?? Boo!! It’s also a defence mechanism—when nearly eveyone you love has left, what’s the point of attachment and showing you love them when they will leave anyway? Not a good way to think but you can’t help it. Some mentalities r hard to change)

Even for a city that took eveything away from him, he‘s still trying hard to help it— his personal mission isn’t to arrest all bad guys but it’s focused on to help those so the tragedy that happened to him won’t happen to anyone else and help people back on their feet by giving them a second chance. People who haven’t read comics act like he forced his kids to become robin even though they would have technically ended up in even worse positions (perhaps maybe tim but he would still lose his parents and either end up in foster care or with some random family members— he may remain neglected)

Then there areall these people, especially fanon batfam fans who continue to clown him. Even in light hearted fic their is so much disrespect, like how people treat their parents in tv shows (ex Ginny and Georgia). Idk if ur gonna tag something ‘Bruce Wayne is a dad’ or ‘bat dad’ then at least give him those qualities because istg half the batfam fics he’s tagged with those, he more of a ‘friend’ or ‘sponser’ than a parent. Or he’s there for decoration.

I avoid nearly all romance fics with batfam because half the time it’s the family arguing that ‘x is too good for bruce’??? And I’m like what ?? Time to drop the fic when I see this. I despise batcat with a passion (Batman 2022 has great chemistry so thats lowkey an exception) but in general it’s a nah for me. People act like giving Bruce happiness is a huge merciful act upon him and otherwise he doesn’t deserve it. He’s treated ok at best and demonic and irredeemable at worst.

I’m not shaming anyone ofc, because I believe that people can write whatever they want with whatever troupe/pairing and characterization because I ain’t the fiction police and they’re not real but I would always filter those fics and tags out. Out of sight, out of mind. I guess it’s a personal thing— especially since fiction is used to escape from reality for some people ya know?And for some it’s an outlet—maybe a coping mechanism so writing about bad parents helps them in a way. That’s the beauty of fanfiction and media. Usually I’m down to read anything and eveything but the only tag I ever regularly filter out ‘Bruce Wayne is a bad parent’ or ‘Bruce Wayne C+ parenting.’

Also I was wondering if you could recommend some Bruce/Batman centric blogs?

All of this!!!!!! Literally nothing to add as you said it all!!!! So dang true!

There are to many fics, I usually filter on AO3 with the tag “Bruce is a good dad” cause otherwise it’s all hate!

And I don’t follow many of the blogs even tho I should I go into the “batfam” tag from the search

Good luck!! If you find a fic and wanna know my thoughts on it send me the link and I’ll give it a read

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Even Though We May Be Hopeless Hearts Just Passing Through, I Was Made For Loving You PT. 1

Batsis x Kyle Rayner

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I realize the other story didn't follow the whole, dating the brother's best friend trope, so I decided to remedy it. And what do you get when you cross a hopeless romantic with someone who's new to love? Perfection. That's what. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Saturday mornings, in Dick’s opinion, were meant for sleeping in and quite possibly going to IHOP when everyone finally crawled out of bed at ten. They were not meant for being shoved in the side by a little brother.

“Golden-boy,” a voice grouched from beneath the bedside. “Your phone’s been going off for an hour. Either put it on silent or answer the goddamn thing.”

Dick let out a tired ‘pfft’, rolling onto his stomach, face buried in the side of the bed as he looked down to the floor. “Annoyed much, Little-wing?”

“I am going to shove that phone so far up your—”

Reaching over, Dick put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Where are you?

“Still in bed,” he responded, sentence ending in a groan as he stretched. “Why?”

You were supposed to be on the flight back to Gotham two hours ago.

Dick’s eyes went wide, and he sat up, gaping at the bedside clock. “It’s today.”

It is today. I can’t believe you forgot it was today.

“Oh my God, it’s today and we missed our flight.” He stumbled out of the bed, barely registering the shout from Jason as his foot landed in his brother’s stomach. “Jason, get up! It’s today!’

“What’s today?” his little brother griped, rubbing his abdomen.

“(Y/N)’s coming back!”

Jason’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to his feet, hurriedly finding his bag to change out of his nightclothes. “Christ, I can’t believe we forgot that (Y/N) was coming home today!” he looked at Dick. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Dick yelped. “How is this my fault!”

He scowled. “Big brother wanted everyone to be with a sibling for the night, so they’d be together and be punctual but you and I both know neither of us have any concept of time.” His scowl grew. “I knew I should’ve bunked with Cass. She’s on time no matter what happens.”

Dick threw Jason’s sweatshirt at him. “Dress now, bitch later.” He put the phone back to his ear. “We missed our flight, but we can drive there.”

Your car’s in the shop.

“Shit,” he hissed, spinning in a circle to help his brain circuit enough to think of something new. “Uh-uh-uh—”

“Kyle!” Jason shouted, pointing at him. “Kyle’s like thirty minutes away from Manhattan! We’ll go to him for a ride!”

Dick grinned. “We’ll find Kyle.”

You sure Kyle’s at home?

“Pfft, Kyle’s always home on the weekends. He’s lazy.”

Just get here. (Y/N)’s plane is going to land in less than four hours.

“We’ll be there,” he said. “Is Diana coming too?”

Of course. She is (Y/N)’s mother.

“Nice. Alright, see you in Gotham, Bruce.”

Love you boys. And be careful. I’ve already heard that Cass, Tim, and Steph got into a fender-bender with Damian and Duke.

Dick blinked. “They’re…they’re legitimately driving separate cars? How’d they hit each other?”

Don’t ask.

The line went dead, and Dick looked at his brother. “Ready?”

Jason nodded. “Already got an Uber to Kyle’s place.”

“We could always just Uber to Gotham?” he offered, and Jason recoiled with a shocked look.

“And pay a ridiculous amount of money instead of just paying Kyle’s gas? Fuck no, big brother.” He shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets. “C’mon!” he chirped, rather excitedly. “Our baby sister’s coming home!”

***

When he swung the door open to yell at whoever was pounding on it, he wasn’t expecting to see two of his best friends grinning like idiots. “Wha—”

He’d barely gotten a word out when Jason shoved a bag of fast food in his hands. “Get dressed. You’ve gotta drive us to Gotham City.”

Kyle blinked, glancing down at the bag before looking at Dick. “Why?”

“Our sister’s coming home, and we overslept and missed out flight outta here.”

“And you came to me…why?” he asked.

“Because you have the functioning car.” Jason retorted, antsy on his feet. “C’mon Kyle. We have to hurry! (Y/N)’s coming home!”

Figuring it was better to agree than to argue, Kyle relented, handing back the bag of food before he disappeared into his apartment, reappearing moments later, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a graphic tee, and his usual slim casual jacket. He took the bag back and started digging around in it.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” he inquired, biting into a breakfast burrito as he locked his front door behind him.

“Our baby sister.” Jason said.

“I thought Cass was your baby sister?”

Dick nodded, getting out his own breakfast from the bag. “She is. But (Y/N)’s like…the OG baby sister.”

Kyle blinked, glancing over at him as he pushed the elevator button. “That makes no sense.”

“He means that (Y/N) was around before Cass was.”

“And she isn’t with you guys why?”

“She’s been on Themyscira for the last few years training with her grandmother and the other Amazons.” Jason answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, stepping onto the elevator.

Kyle merely stared at the two brothers who were looking back at him; he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “Wait, your sister’s an Amazon?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s her mom?” he asked, stepping between them.

“Wonder Woman.” Dick said.

Strike two. “Who’s her dad?”

“Batman.” Jason responded.

Believe it or not, Kyle went three for three punches to the gut. “Bruce and Diana had a kid together?”

“Yeah.” Dick murmured. “I think it’s also why B’s so insistent against inter-team-relations.” He nudged Jason behind Kyle. “First time he attempts dating a coworker he ends up with a baby.”

Jason snorted. “And all those lessons about, ‘Children, whatever you do, don’t date anyone on your team. It’ll only lead to babies and limited visitation’.” He laughed again, then he frowned. “I don’t think any of us have followed that lesson.”

Dick opened his mouth to make an excuse but all that came out was a pitiful, deflate of air followed by, “That’s actually a good point.”

The elevator dinged and they watched the doors open before walking out towards the parking garage. They climbed into Kyle’s car, Jason in the front because his legs were longer than Dick’s, and Dick was a contortionist anyways so if anyone deserved to have their knees in their chest, it was him.

Halfway through the drive Kyle asked, “You guys are paying for my gas, aren’t you?”

All he received was unsure responses and he merely sighed.

***

He figured he should’ve just dropped Jason and Dick off at the airport in Gotham and drove home, but he couldn’t help but want to see just what the daughter of Wonder Woman and Batman looked like. He imagined a little girl dressed in a Batman suit three sizes too big and wielding a sword and a lasso way too heavy for her. It made him smile, the way that the two brothers gushed about (Y/N). From their praise, she was their world. Kyle had to see her though, because nothing was going to satiate that curiosity of seeing the big Batman’s daughter.

He watched Dick and Jason crane their necks like birds as they looked around. And honestly, the family shouldn’t have been that hard to find considering that every time Kyle was around the entirety of the Batfamily, they were like psychos on steroids—he very much so understood why the entirety of Gotham’s villains became flighty when every member of the Batfamily was out patrolling.

Kyle wasn’t expecting a voice to crack over the airport, loud and bubbly. “Brothers!”

All three of them stopped, even him who wasn’t even a sibling, looking over towards the call and Kyle’s jaw dropped as a young woman sprinted over to Dick and Jason, slamming into them with the weight of a train. The three of them collapsed into a pile on the floor, but they were laughing so Kyle assumed the siblings were alright.

“Princess!”

“Baby girl!”

“Oh, I am so glad to see you both!” she exclaimed. “I have waited so long to come home!” she was on her feet in moments, pulling them to theirs as if they weighed nothing. And Kyle knew Jason weighed a lot—he’d been crushed under his best friend before in fights.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at Kyle who immediately felt his heart lurch under her sharp gaze. “Who is this you have brought?”

Jason gestured to him. “(Y/N) this is Kyle. He’s a friend of Dick and mine. Kyle, this is our little sister, (Y/N).”

She huffed laugh. “I am not little, Jason. I am twenty-one.” Reaching out, she immediately pulled Kyle in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. “It is good to meet you, Kyle.”

“You too,” he murmured, feeling his cheeks warm as she pulled away and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Any friend of my brothers is a friend of mine.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you a superhero as well?”

He couldn’t help but toss a quick glance towards Jason who nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’m a Green Lantern.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in wonder, and she let go of his shoulders in favor of grabbing at his hands until she found his ring. She stared at it, murmuring quiet, ‘ooo’s and ah’s’. “That is simply amazing!” she chirped, looking at him, and then she silently gasped, raising his hand near his eyes. “Oh…your eyes are almost the same color as your ring.”

Her smile made Kyle’s heart beat a little faster as she expressed, “They are beautiful.”

They gazed at each other, too captivated in the moment to understand that the family had gathered around them by then. Someone’s hand curled around (Y/N)’s wrist and she looked over seeing Dick tugging her hand away.

“C’mon Princess, let’s go get your things on the belt.”

She smiled and followed, giving a small wave to Kyle, who returned hers shakily whilst grinning like a dope.

Someone elbowed him in the ribs, and he gasped, holding his side as Jason muttered, “Don’t ever stare at my sister like that again.”

Kyle blinked, glancing at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you goddamn skirt-chaser.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Kyle spluttered.

“You’re thinking about it.” Jason warned, pointing a finger in his face. “Make a move on (Y/N) and I’ll kill you with your own ring.” Kyle recoiled just as she and Dick were coming back, both holding a suitcase.

“Father!” she called, glancing at Bruce. “Dick and I have retrieved my luggage.”

He smiled at her. “Let’s go put it in the SUV then.” He paused, looking over the large group. He and Diana had ridden together, and since his children had fender-benders, they’d picked up Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian; there wasn’t room for (Y/N) too.

“Father? Is something the matter?” (Y/N) was staring at him with concern.

“There’s not enough room in the SUV for you too. Maybe we—”

“There’s room in my car for (Y/N)!” Kyle blurted out, smiling nervously at Bruce. “I can follow behind you.”

Before anyone could screech ‘NO!’, mainly Dick and Jason, (Y/N) lit up like the morning sun. “Oh, that is a wonderful idea!” she grabbed onto Diana’s arm. “We should all stop for ice-cream though! Mother, what do you say?”

She smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her head. “I say that sounds like a fantastic idea, daughter.”

Kyle grinned and held out his arm for (Y/N), her giggling as she took it. “You know, I don’t live in Gotham, (Y/N), but I do know a good gelato store around the area.”

“What is gelato?” she asked, and he groaned.

“Oh, I can’t believe you don’t know what that is.” He started off, pilling her along, leaving everyone behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Jason’s face pinched and he looked over at Bruce. “Can I break the no-kill rule just once?”

Bruce blinked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his daughter laughing along with Kyle, both looking like newlyweds already. “Believe it or not, I’m strongly considering it.”

“Bruce.” Diana admonished. “Let (Y/N) and Kyle become friends. You know she doesn’t have many outside this family here.”

Dick growled. “Except Kyle doesn’t want to be friends with (Y/N), Diana. He wants to be her boyfriend.”

“They just met though?”

“Yeah, and Kyle’s a propose on week two type of man,” Jason griped. “Jesus Christ, this is going to be a disaster.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but (Y/N) and Kyle said gelato and you guys are just standing here.” Tim said. “Can we go now?”

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Stealing Clothes From The Batboys/YJ Boys HC!

i wrote this on my phone due to immediate inspiration from a lovely anon!

"can i get a headcanon with the batboys and more if you can of how they react when their girlfriend steals theirs clothes? i love you're writing so so so much!"

Dick Grayson:

- you always steal his sweatpants even if they're like 4 sizes too big

- they're always a little worn and soft and smell like him

- you'll have to pull them up every 60 seconds but that's why you love them

- slipping them on when you wake up and starting to make breakfast, dick will come out of your bedroom and his heart will melt on sight

- he'll come up behind you and pull the waistband back effectively pulling you into his chest

- he'll toy with the drawstrings and waistband, feathery fingers dancing around your waist while you move around the kitchen

- he's the boyfriend that lovessss when you steal his clothes, eventually you'll run him out of sweatpants and he'll just go buy more, no questions asked. it warms his heart seeing you engulfed in his clothes

Wally West:

- Wally is a jacket king, he's constantly in different colors and sizes and types of jackets but he is very attached to them and often won't let you steal them

- but there's a secret to the jacket lifestyle, the t-shirt he wears under said jackets

- the t-shirts are slightly worn and unbelievably soft and they smell so strongly of your lovely boyfriend theyre your all time favorite steal

- often they might have a little hole or stain so you'll wear them around casually or sleep in them

- he makes fun of you when you both go to bed because you walk straight to his closet to pick out a shirt

- it makes his heart melt seeing you wear his t-shirts while he's away on missions, and having his warm and comforting smell on you 24/7 makes you miss him a little bit less

- he will steal the t-shirts back and wear them around to make sure his cologne is still there, for certain favorite t-shirts there will be all out wars for who gets to wear them, usually they end in tickle fights and him giving in calling you a thief even though he loves it

Jason Todd:

- jason's hoodies hit different i swear

- they're ginormous, soft, and beautiful

- the sleeves are way to long and when he sees you standing in one of his hoodies waiting for him after patrol he can't help but laugh

- "babe i know you love my hoodies but i'm scared it's going to eat you"

- he likes to pull the huge hood over your head laughing while you flail the hoodie sleeves

- when you're cuddling he likes to toy with the drawstrings and make little bows like the giant softie he is

- he will spend a whole day looking for the hoodie to complete his outfit then see you in it, he can never be mad when he sees the giddy look you get from how huge his clothes are on you, he's convinced you're the cutest thing in the entire world and no one can prove him wrong

Gar Logan:

- you're dork boyfriend unashamedly has hundreds of graphic t-shirts with terrible science puns or sarcastic logos and he'll beg you to wear them

- like any normal girlfriend you try to steal his hoodies or even will try on his beast boy suit as a joke but this boy will beg you to twin in punny t-shirts with him

- you're trending on social media like 24/7 from candid pictures of you and gar wearing t-shirts that say "i'm stupid in love with ->" or "i love her more than joker loves the batman" and other terrible graphics

- you like to style his band concert t-shirts into edgier outfits and it'll always blow him away

- "damn babe i need to go to more concerts if you're gonna look like that!"

- gar's love languages are affection and giving so you always let him shower you in his clothes and cuddles

- it always puts a dorky love-struck smile on his face when you steal his t-shirts and make epic outfits out of them and you'd do anything for your lover boy, who doesn't want to rep their boy???

Tim Drake:

- Tim has an eccentric style, and the two of you will often share clothes like jackets, maybe even pants, or hats (zendaya and tom holland vibes)

- he's always asking you for style advice and color combos that will look good, he's the first to tell anyone how amazing you always look and how talented your eye is for clothes - he tells everyone how you constantly take his breath away

- while you're day time style is amazing, it's in your own home that you give Tim a real show

- the best way to take his breath away is to slip on one of his button down dress shirts after a night of passion

- seeing you dressed in only his shirt, many of the buttons undone will physically knock the air out of his lungs

- feigning innocence you'll toy with the buttons and casually flirt until he's ripping the shirt off telling you he'll buy a new one

- occasionally you'll style outfits with his dress shirts, tucking them in pairing it with your favorite blazers, it feels like you've got a little piece of Tim rooting for you all day, the perfect pick me up during a rough day

Bart Allen:

- Bart is convinced you are the cutest thing to walk the planet and will actually vibrate through the floor with excitement when you steal his clothes

- your (and his) personal favorite is one of his many baseball tees

- this kid has at least 20 different colored shirts and you're pretty sure he wasn't even a baseball player, while he looks undeniably handsome you like to steal the shirts because of how soft they are

- he loves how the shoulders are too big and a little droopy, the sleeves are a little too long making you roll them up to your fore arm to get anything done, and he can feel his heart flutter noticing how you're always bunching up the material or trying to tuck it into your waistband

- seeing you in his shirts makes him all warm and fuzzy, he physically cannot keep his hands off of you if he tried

- when you cuddle he'll cling to the soft fabric with one hand, the other securing you to his chest, whispering something about how perfect you are before he devulges into light snores, keeping you secure and warm, his cologne intoxicatingly warm and comforting, automatically lulling you to sleep with him in minutes

Damian Wayne:

- Dami doesn't love you stealing his clothes, he likes it when you slip on his t-shirt or sweater after a long day and he'll usually expect it back

- but the best thing to steal from your cute boyfriend are his adorable turtleneck sweaters

- these knitted black sweaters are the softest material known to man but stealing them is so difficult because Damian doesn't like parting with them

- the face he gives you when you meet up in public while wearing one of his turtlenecks is too cute, a mixture of pride that you're engulfed in his property and also some mild amusement that you successfully snatched one of his turtlenecks out from under his nose

- "mhm beloved i like your shirt, tell me where did you get it?" his snark is always unmatched

- one of his favorite things to do when you're wearing his turtlenecks is pull the material up and over your mouth, effectively quieting you with your own shirt

- the playful glint in his eyes while he toys with the collar makes you smile like a child, loving how his inner goofy side comes out when he's with you

Jaime Reyes:

- there is no better clothing item to steal from Jaime than the iconic gray drawstring zip up hoodie

- this boy really goes through at least three a month if not more so he doesn't mind you snatching a few for your own closet

- he likes to grab on either side of the unzipped jacket and tug you into his embrace, his lips meeting yours while he toys with the fabric

- you take his jackets everywhere, he loves that you're rarely caught without one - he thinks it's adorable that you don't like to be without him

- his scarab genuinely thinks you're safer wearing his jacket and will throw a bit of a fit if "mate is unsafe! protections protocols active!" so you've taken to tying them around your waist, slinging them over your shoulder, and have even tried to crop or bedazzle a few to make a bomb outfit if thats you're style!

- the jackets are always worn and well loved, sometimes they'll have tears or burn marks from his scarab getting upset but you never mind the imperfections, they're what makes each jacket special

hope you enjoyed let me know who your fav was!

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mandarinsan · 3 years

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List of interracial/interspecies DC comics pairings:

Wally x Linda

Dick x Kory

Roy x Jade

Bruce x Talia

Jefferson x Tatsu

Clark x Lois (he's Kryptonian)

Arthur x Mera (he's half-human)

Diana x Steve (she's Amazonian*)

Terry x Dana (Batman Beyond)

Ibn x Mar'i (Kingdom Come)

Supergirl x Brainiac 5

Oliver x Shado

Wallace x Emiko

Jaime x Traci

Jason x Rose

Luke x Babs

Dick x Bea

Tim x Tam

Gar x Raven

Damian x Nika

Kon x Cassie

Clark x Diana

Dick x Shawn

Tim x Zoanne

Donna x Roy

Tim x Lynx

Kory x Roy

Kon x Cass

Bar Torr x Kiran

Clark x Lana

Bruce x Diana

Slade x Lillian

Arthur x Kako

Dick x Bridget

Bruce x Selina**

Jason x Artemis

Catman x Cheshire

Barbara x Sam (BTAS)

Oliver x Sandra

Oliver x Joanna

Kara x Ben

Arthur x Diana

Bruce x Shondra

Bruce x Jezebel Jet

Oliver x Manitou Dawn

Mister Terrific x Power Girl

Mister Terrific x Sasha Bordeaux

Supergirl x Power Boy

Dick x Helena (N52)

Diana x Trevor Barnes

Arthur x Ya'Wara

Alanna and Adam Strange

Lucy Lane x Ron Troupe

Martian Manhunter x Scorch

Orm x Penthesilea (Flashpoint)

Aquagirl x Warhawk (Batman Beyond)

Power Girl x Val-Zod (Earth-2)

Supergirl x Captain Comet

Clark x Linda Danvers

J'onn J'onzz x Kishana Lewis

Ryan Choi x Giganta

Tom Curry x Atlanna

Jason x Essence

Damian x Djinn

Kon x Tana Moon

Tim x Jubilee (crossover)

Donna x Terry Long

Roy x Kendra

Garth x Lilith

Donna x Kyle

Tim x Cassie

J'onn x Bea

Dick x Liu

Babs x Kai

Jaime x Xiomara (?)

Jason x Dana

Clark x Lori Lemaris (Earth-One)

Clark x Lisa Lasalle (Earth-1)

Raven x Wallace

Jericho x Étienne

Jason Rusch x Gehenna

Matrix Supergirl x Lex Luthor

Supergirl x Jerro the Merboy

Batman x Ione

Supergirl x Ryand'r

Alvin Rusch x Joanne Raymond

Kara x Mike Harris

Supergirl x Salkor (Earth-One)

Supergirl x Dick Malverne (Earth-One)

Damian x Cassie (DCeased)

Kal-El x Talia (Elseworlds)

Starfire x Franklin Crandall

Supergirl x Z'ndr Kol

Harley x Mason

Arion x Lady Chian

Tsunami x Neptune Perkins

Third Rail x Brickhouse (Dakotaverse)

Jackson King x Christine Trelane (Wildstorm)

Damage x Judomaster

Superman x Maxima

Ultraman x Superwoman (Earth-3)

Owlman x Superwoman (Earth-3)

Superwoman x Mazahs (Earth-3)

Clark x Lois Chaudhari (Superman: Secret Identity)

LGBT

Jon x Jay

Andy x Jess

Selina x Eiko

Kate x Renee

Anissa x Grace

Artemis x Akila

Natasha x Traci

Nubia x Io

Poison Ivy x Gardener

Diana x Kara (DKoS)

Hippolyta x Philippus

Nubia x Andromeda

Madame Xanadu x Marisol del Rios

Scandal Savage x Knockout x Liana

Dale Gunn x Casey Klebba

Alan Scott x Sam Zhao (Earth-2)

Kara x Lois (DC Bombshells)

David x Hartley

Mikaal x Tony

Aerie x Wink

Alysia x Jo

Donner x Blitzen (Dakotaverse)

Green Lanterns

Kyle x Soranik

Kyle x Adara

Kyle x Carol

Kyle x Jade

John x Yrra

John x Katma Tui

John x Kendra (DCAU)

John x Merayn

Hal x Arisia

Young Justice (Earth-16)

Violet x Brion

Kon x M'gann

Bart x Eduardo

Wally x Artemis

Kaldur x Wyynde

Jefferson x Helga

Dru-Zod x Ursa

La'gaan x M'gann

Artemis x Jason Bard

Miss Martian's parents

La'gann x Coral x Rodunn

Highfather x Highmother

Superman & Batman: Generations I-III (Earth-3839)

Bruce Jr x Kara Kent

Joel Perry Kent x Mei-Lai

Bruce Jr x Mei-Lai

Clark Wayne x Amanda Mason

Superman x Beautiful Dreamer

*Diana is Amazonian and also a demigod in some origins.

**After 1986's Crisis on Infinite Earths, Selina's mother was revealed to be Cuban, making her a Latina, though that aspect of her life is yet to be explored.

(Marvel version)

#interracial dc pairings #dickkory #brutalia #clois #wallinda #thundergrace #lukebabs #spitfire #jayrose #koncassie #supermartian #cheshroy #young justice #green lanterns #lgbt #this is about comics and animation #i know therr are more couples to add from live action shows and movies but i don't really engage with those #if i left anyone important out which is possible let me know

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heyitsani · 3 years

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A Dream Ripping at the Seams

@damianwayneweek fic Reverse Robins

Word Count: 5024

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Referenced past child abuse, canonical character death mentioned

Pairing: None

Summary: He had planned the whole thing out. The moment he had seen the notes in Richard’s file on the computer, he had known he needed to get him out of there and away from Batman as soon as possible. He refused to lose another brother.

Saving Richard because he failed to save Todd was his only priority.

Notes: Guess what! IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! And it also happens to be Reverse Robins day for Damian Wayne week! So to celebrate, I wrote this fic to give to all of you lovely people. But especially those in the RR Discord who are always willing to encourage me to run with an idea that comes up last minute.

Also, this fic ends abruptly and that’s the point. I might continue it, I might not. But it’s supposed to feel sudden and full of questions.

To clear up confusion: Dick was 10 when adopted, Jason died when he was 15 and Dick 11, Dick is 12 (nearly 13) when the story starts, and 13 when it ends.

You can also read it on AO3 here

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Damian waited until he had the opportunity to get Richard away from the manor for the afternoon before he approached the subject with the boy. He hadn’t been certain he would need to, at first, but the longer Richard was in the house with his father the more he saw the signs he had seen with Jason. And that meant he needed to act.

So he had asked Richard if he wanted Damian to pick him up from school one Friday in February so they could go for ice cream before dinner. Richard had, unsurprisingly, agreed enthusiastically like Damian had known he would. With the kid’s sweet tooth, he never turned down things like ice cream. Especially since it wasn’t something the circus really got much of apparently. Traveling in trailers didn’t allow for too many luxuries like freezers.

“Richard,” Damian started once they were seated on a bench in a local park, not far from a playground that the child was eyeing. When the sapphire eyes turned on him, Damian took a deep breath and looked directly at him. “I know you have figured out what Father and the rest of us do in the night.” Richard nodded, smiling as he licked his cone. “Has Father approached you about training yet?”

The boy nodded again, and Damian pressed his lips together. Twelve years old. Twelve. None of them had been that young outside of himself, but his situation was different. Being born into the League of Assassins made for a different upbringing. “Is that bad?”

Shaking his head, Damian made sure his face was neutral before speaking again. “No, but I have concerns.” The boy blinked at him, but remained silent as though he was waiting for his brother to tell him what it was he was concerned about. “You do not know of my childhood, but it was far from…pleasant. I was raised in a place called Nanda Parbat that trains people to be the kind of people Batman fights against.”

“But you were a kid?” Richard sounded confused; ice cream forgotten as he tried to sort through what Damian was saying. And what he wasn’t saying. “Why would you train a kid like that?”

“Because that was the way things were done there.”

“Then they were done wrong.”

Damian let out a soft laugh, corner of his mouth raising just slightly at the thought of this twelve-year-old child telling him that he had been raised wrong. “Be that as it may, you are correct that I was a kid and that should not have been my childhood.”

Richard hummed and went back to his ice cream, looking out at a pair of dogs playing in the grass. Damian observed him as he watched the dogs, wondering what he was thinking. He wasn’t sure how to ask the boy to do what exactly he was thinking, but he just hoped Richard would go along with it. That he would agree to leave because this was not the life he should be living.

“Dami?” Richard looked back to him, and Damian raised his eyebrows. “You don’t want me to train with Batman.” Damian shook his head. “Ever?”

And wasn’t that the real question?

Damian wasn’t sure if he wanted Richard, the purest of them all, to be exposed to how ugly the world was the same way the rest of them had been. It would ruin him. It would steal the innocence that Damian found himself desperately wanting to protect. It would tear out everything good in him and leave him a shell.

“Never,” he admitted quietly. Richard dropped his gaze again and chewed on his lower lip. “I want you to understand why. My childhood aside, I do not want to see what happened to Todd happen to you. I do not want you to lose yourself the way I have seen Drake do. I do not want you to realize the ugly truths of the world long before your time the way Cain or Brown have. I want to protect you from all of that.”

With brows drawn down, Richard looked at him again. He was looking at Damian with that look, the one he had seen Cain look at him with too many times to count. The look that penetrated all the walls and shields he had put around his mind and heart.

“You want me to leave.”

“I want to take you away from here and hide us both until you are able to stand your own against Father on the subject,” he quickly corrected, not wanting Richard to think he wasn’t welcome in the Wayne family. “I want to protect you from a fate I wish we all could have been protected from.”

Richard took a lick of his ice cream and Damian waited, worried the boy would tell him no and then tell his father everything Damian had planned. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Richard nodded. “Okay.”

And Damian released his held breath, relief washing over him. He could save one of them, the best of them. He could do one right thing in his life, a life filled with so many wrong things.

“We leave in a week.” Richard’s eyes turned determined, and he gave a firm nod before looking over toward the playground again.

“Can I play after my ice cream is finished?” Damian laughed and nodded, too relieved to deny him anything.

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“Who is she?” Richard asked, tugging on the black chuba Damian had selected for himself the moment they had touched down in Tibet. The weather was fairly cool, and he hadn’t thought to purchase the proper wears before he had put his plan into motion. But thankfully he had anticipated needing to switch enough money into Yuan to get them by for the first couple of months. It had made purchasing weather friendly clothing for himself and Richard much easier.

Looking down at Richard, Damian frowned and followed his eyeline to the familiar statue that stood at the top of the mountain, guarding over Nanda Parbat. “She is Ruma Kushna,” he told Richard, who couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the beautiful stone statue. He couldn’t blame the kid, he had been fascinated with the goddess when he had been younger. She had been formidable and even his grandfather had spoken highly of the goddess. “She watches over all of those in Nanda Parbat.”

Richard frowned and looked away from the statue, blue eyes skittering over the various people wandering around the market they were making their way through in an attempt to find lodging. “She is not kind then,” the boy said, looking up at Damian with a fierce look.

“What makes you say that?”

Richard shrugged and looked away, curiosity stealing the boy’s attention once more. But Damian couldn’t forget that look for stubborn protectiveness that had covered Richard’s face in the moment. It had been breathtaking if he were honest. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at him like that when they weren’t preparing to fight him for one reason or another.

Pausing at a stall with various spices that smelled familiar and distant at the same time, Damian gave the older woman a friendly smile. “Tashi delek,” he greeted her, giving a small bow of his head. “My son and I are looking for lodging, do you know of anyone with vacancies in their home that would spare space for us? We are willing to pay.”

The woman seemed to consider him closely, glancing from him to Richard and then back again. He knew his excuse of Richard being his son was flimsy when someone considered their age difference, but it was the story he needed to stick to for the time being. He couldn’t risk someone looking too deeply into their relation if they thought they were merely brothers. And Damian would be drawn and quartered before someone took Richard from him and returned him to Bruce.

“I have a spare sleeping quarter if you could spare your strength,” the woman finally replied, kindness heavy in her old eyes.

“Tuchi che!” Richard exclaimed, smiling brightly at the woman who almost looked surprised at his enthusiasm. Damian struggled to hold back a smile of his own as he gave the woman a firm nod, silently agreeing to her terms.

“I am Damian and this is Richard. We are grateful for your hospitality.” The woman chuckled and waved them off, telling them to scout the market for anything they might need since their packs were small and probably did not hold much out of the bare necessities. “What should we call you?”

The woman’s smile warmed, and she leaned back. “I am Amala,” she responded. “Now go find you both some clothing that is not of the city but of the mountain.”

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“You are al Ghul,” Amala stated as she handed over the cup of tea. Damian froze, eyes wide as he looked at the woman who still looked at him with that same kindness she had since that first meeting almost four months ago. But he couldn’t figure out how she could possibly look at him that way if she knew who his family was. “The League is well known in our village, as small as we may be. They look after their own on the mountain. But there were whispers of the Heir refusing to return and the Demon Head demanding justice.”

Looking down at his teacup, cradled in both hands to warm his palms from the cool night air coming in from under the door, he sighed before glancing back toward the corner where Richard was sleeping. Confirming Amala’s words would put them both in danger of being discovered. He had picked this village because it meant they were right under his grandfather and mother’s noses. They would never look for him here.

But if he lied, he risked having to run with Richard again. And the child was finally settling nicely in the village. He had made friends with some of the other children and he was catching up on his studies. The last thing Damian wanted to do was uproot him yet again. His life had been disrupted enough since the death of his parents.

“I am he,” Damian admitted, looking back to Amala. The woman smiled knowingly before pressing a finger to her lips in a ‘shhhh’ motion and Damian let out a sigh of relief. “How did you figure it out?”

The woman shrugged. “You have your mother’s eyes,” she said, as if that was enough to give it all away. “And your mother used to bring you down here as a babe, just learning to walk the mountain. I recognized you the moment you approached my stall at market.”

“Has anyone else?”

“Not that I have heard.”

But that didn’t mean they hadn’t. If someone told his mother or even one of the footmen, Damian would need to pick Richard up and run. He wouldn’t have a choice. He probably should do it now before anyone had the chance to come after them.

“Thank you, for trusting us then.”

Amala waved a hand. “I could see in your eyes that you were running from something. That you were protecting your son from something.” Damian held back the cringe at the word son, knowing she had to have figured out that Richard wasn’t his. “You are safe in my home. I will not bring harm upon you. No matter if it is from up the mountain or from far away.”

Damian swallowed, bowing his head against the onslaught of emotion that hit him from her words. “Thank you,” he whispered, unable to look at her just yet. “Protecting him is all I am after.” He looked over at Richard again and blinked away the tears. “It is my only goal.”

“And that is what makes you a good father,” she said softly, “blood or not.”

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“Baba!” Richard called out; voice distorted as it came into the house from outside where he had been helping plant some new seedlings. “Dami!” That made Damian pause. It had been a while since Richard had called him by his name, out of habit or fear Damian couldn’t be sure which. But it made a small sense of panic arise in his chest and had him dropping the piece he had been sketching and immediately run out the front door.

He froze when he saw a man kneeling in front of Richard, black cloak and hood pulled over his head, hiding his face from Damian but not from Richard. But when the man looked up, Damian felt his stomach drop.

“No,” he whispered, hurrying forward and pushing Richard behind him as he glared at Timothy Drake, his father’s second eldest but first adopted child. “You are not welcome here, Drake,” he said lowly, English rusty from lack of use since coming to Tibet.

Drake held up his hands and took a step back, but Damian held tighter onto Richard who tried to move out from behind his legs. “I am not here to cause trouble, Damian,” Drake offered. And Damian knew him well enough to know the man was being honest. But it didn’t mean he could let his guard down. “He doesn’t know I’m here. He doesn’t know I found you.”

“Trackers.”

“Rerouted.”

Taking a deep breath, Damian glanced around before giving Drake a nod and herding Richard into the house, knowing Drake would following them. “Richard, go work on your schooling.” Richard looked up at him, frowning at the order, before glancing over at Drake. “Now, Richard.” And though Damian knew the child didn’t want to, Richard walked away with a pout to the table where his schoolwork sat waiting. “How did you find us?”

“It wasn’t easy, you covered your tracks better than any of us expected,” Drake said, eyes watching Richard as he took his seat and began writing in the notebook. Damian could tell he was curious, but Damian needed answers before Drake got his own. “I looked at footage we had searched through a million times and got lucky.”

“And Father doesn’t know? I’m meant to believe you simply didn’t tell him? You?”

“He thinks I’m off world with the Titans.”

“That doesn’t answer why you didn’t tell him.”

Drake seemed to consider his answer for a moment before shrugging both his shoulders. “Dick didn’t seem to be in distress in the footage I found. He looked like he wanted to be with you.”

“I explained it to him before we left. He agreed to come with me on his own.”

“Why did you take him?”

A familiar anger built in his core and Damian had to push it down with a few deep breaths before he could answer Drake without yelling. “Because I would not let him sacrifice Richard the same way he sacrificed all of us. Because since losing Todd, he has lost sight of the true mission and we have become nothing but soldiers to him. I would die before I let that man turn Richard another glass case bearing a bloodied suit of armor,” he growled, fists clenched tightly.

Drake watched him with those eyes, the ones Damian had always hated because it always felt like he was a risk and Drake was calculating how dangerous he was in any given moment. As if Drake was just like his father, with a file of ways to put an end to Damian because part of him was too dangerous to be trusted.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Drake finally said, looking back to Richard with a nod. “I didn’t believe you could have taken him for anything other than his own good.” The cool blue eyes looked back to Damian and had lost some of the calculating look. “B won’t stop though, Damian. He’s desperate to find you both even though it’s been over six months. I don’t know how long until he realizes that you hid both of you in plain sight of the League. Does Ra’s or Talia know you’re here?”

“Not that they have revealed to me,” Damian admitted. “Our patron, she knows of my heritage and has sworn an oath of secrecy. But she is League loyal due to their protection.”

Damian watched Drake fully take in the appearance of the home they were in, the simple nature of it all and Damian couldn’t help but wonder what the man thought of him now. What did he think of the haughty Wayne heir who had loved to shove that fact in every ones faces, telling them that he was the heir to one of the richest men in the world. That he was heir to Batman, the Dark Knight. The Damian standing in front of Drake was far from that person as Damian could probably get.

“This has not only saved him,” Drake finally said, looking directly at Damian. There was no lie that Damian could see and though he wanted to deny what his brother said, his eyes glanced over to Richard and knew it was the truth. He was not who he had been before they had left Gotham. He had been losing himself in his own grief and it was only the deep seeded fear of losing yet another family member that forced him to pull out of it and take action.

But he couldn’t admit that to Drake, could he? “I wouldn’t lose him the way we lost Todd. I did what I had to do. He never would have listened.”

“No, he wouldn’t have.”

“And has anything changed?” Drake frowned; eyebrows furrowed. And that was enough of an answer for Damian. “He’s just become obsessed with finding us instead.”

Drake nodded. “It’s been bad enough that Superman watches Gotham from afar to keep B from doing something he might regret.” And Damian knew, yet again, that he had made the right choice in getting Richard away from that. “Can I give you a burner that only I know about?” Damian’s eyes snapped back to Drake, having drifted back to Richard yet again. “I want to be able to give you a heads up if he comes your way. It might not be much of one, but maybe enough for you to get a head start.”

It wasn’t a bad idea, having that option, but Damian also knew it might give his father access to the pair of them without Drake even knowing. But Drake did know technology more than anyone else in the family. Perhaps it was a risk he could take.

“All right,” Damian relented, giving a nod. Drake’s features looked relieved, to the point where Damian wondered if he had made the wrong decision. But he could work on the device later and see if it had been bugged or tampered with in any way.

Drake dug into his small pack and pulled out a small phone, probably a prototype that Wayne Tech had decided wasn’t worth the trouble. He quickly showed Damian how to turn it on and use the basic features before it was turned off yet again and Damian was tucking it into the pocket of his pants.

“I need to go, I can’t reroute much longer. But if you need anything, please call me. I have your back.” Damian gave a nod before watching Drake walk over to Richard and kneel down to talk quietly with the teen. He didn’t bother listening in, knowing Richard would tell him what was said later, but he did watch. He watched Richard listen and nod, responding with his own words before reaching out and hugging the man around the neck.

When Drake stood and turned to leave, Damian was fairly certain he saw a sheen of tears in his eyes.

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Damian knew something was different the instant he walked into the small house, even if he couldn’t immediately tell what. It caused him to stop short in the doorway, Richard smacking into him because he had been too absorbed in the book of mathematics one of the men of the village had shared with him.

“Baba, what…?” The child complained but Damian’s eyes focused on the figure in the corner of the room instead, not answering.

“Mother.”

The woman moved forward, like a serpent seeking prey, into the light with a smirk on her face. “Son,” she greeted, eyes looking over his ragged appearance from his day of labor with a hint of distain before stopping on Richard. “You really do have too much of your father in you.”

Rolling his eyes, Damian shuffled Richard into the house and nudged him toward their sleeping corner. And though he didn’t think his mother meant them harm, he still kept his body between the two of them and coiled his muscles to prepare for a fight.

“What are you doing here? How did you even know?”

“Oh please, Damian,” Talia sighed and came closer before lounging in one of the chairs near the fireplace. “Do you honestly think we weren’t aware the moment you landed in Tibet? That we weren’t tracking you from the very start? You have forgotten your roots.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Then why did you wait so long to approach me?”

“Because we did not need you.” That made Damian tense further. The League needing him would lead to nothing good, he knew that deep in his core. “I have something in Nanda Parbat that requires your attention before it can be dealt with. And no,” she held up a hand to stop his question, “it is not your father. But it does have a link to him.”

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Damian couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t trust his own eyes in that moment. It wasn’t possible. Was it? No, he had seen the body. He had been there as the coffin had been lowered into the plot and covered with dirt. He had laid his hand on the tombstone and apologized for not being able to get to him in time.

But that was definitely Jason Todd in front of him.

“How is this possible?” Damian asked, glad he had put Richard in his old rooms while he handled this. Richard had known Todd for only a year before he had died. This was not something Damian wanted to expose the teen to before he knew what the point of all of this was.

“We are not certain. We can’t even say how long he has been like this. He has been dead for nearly 18 months and we have had him here for the past six.” Damian frowned, walking closer to Todd, trying to catch the teen’s eye. “He is alive and everything is in working order, but it is as though death stole his soul.”

“Of course it did! He died!” Damian snapped, looking back at his mother who stood a ways back watching but looked bored. “We buried him. We…” Breathing heavily through his nose, Damian looked back to Todd and shook his head. They had mourned him. And now he was there, living and breathing but lifeless. Everything that had made him Jason Todd seemed to have been stripped away. “What do you intend to do with him?”

His mother’s heels clicked on the marble floor as she moved closer and stopped once she reached the pair. He watched a slender hand reach out and pet the side of Jason’s face. Annoyed, Damian’s hand shot out and grabbed his mother’s wrist to stop the obscene gesture. “What do you intend to do with him,” he growled, gripping her wrist tightly and turning to fully face her. He narrowed his eyes and stared her down, not willing to let her brush him off. She had brought him here for a reason.

“We will put him in the Pit, of course,” she said, unaffected by the grip he had on her or the look on his face. “We just wanted to see if a familiar face might wake him up first.”

“Mother,” Damian gasped, releasing her and stepping back. “We do not put innocents in the Pit. It is not done.”

Talia raised a brow and Damian glowered. “There is no ‘we’, Damian. You made your choice.”

“You cannot do that to him. He had anger before his death. He was murdered brutally. These are all things the League has always avoided in resurrections.” Damian looked over at Jason’s empty eyes and frowned, shaking his head. “You cannot sentence him to that Madness. He is a child.”

“He is no more a child than any of you were. My Beloved has only had one true child in his home and you stole him away in fear of him turning your precious Richard into the same monster each of you fight off daily.” Talia tilted her head, considering him. “You most of all, my son.”

“You created the monster long before he got his hands on it.”

A slender shoulder rose and fell gracefully. “Perhaps, but you have Demon blood in your veins and you have always been destined for so much more than this charade of a life you have taken up.”

Damian clenched his jaw and looked away from his mother, unable to deny her words. He knew this farce he and Richard had been living would not sustain them forever, but he knew it was what the teen needed at the moment. If he returned Richard to Gotham, his father would rip the child away from him and Damian would lose him to the fight he desperately wanted to protect Richard from. The Bat would get into his head and Damian would lose.

No, returning to Gotham would never be an option until Richard was old enough to stand on his own.

“You could remain here. Take up your title again and we could train and teach the boy to be the very best.” Damian immediately shook his head. That wasn’t any better than the fate that awaited them in Gotham. “It is only a matter of time before he finds you. He will exhaust all resources and then call upon me. He will come to Nanda Parbat and hear the tinkling laughter that reminds him so much of the boy his own son had stolen away from him. He will follow the sound to a yard where a teen with black hair and sapphire eyes kneels in the dirt, pulling weeds from around the plants that have just begun to sprout.

“He will watch in wonder at the change a year, perhaps two years, has made in the boy. And then he will see the man who is responsible for the heartache and fear he experienced over that time, standing in the window watching the teen just as he had been. And he will take him back. He will threaten them both with everything in his itinerary until there is no choice but to return.”

“And then he will ruin him,” Damian whispered, closing his eyes because he knew his mother was right. It was the fear that kept him up each and every night. His father would never stop searching and he would eventually get desperate enough to turn to Ra’s for help. And he would come himself to plead his case because otherwise Ra’s would laugh in his face and behead whoever was foolish enough to come in his stead.

Opening his eyes, he stared into the familiar one watching him closely. “You win.”

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Damian hated that his mother insisted on Richard being in the room with them when Todd was placed in the Pit, but he wasn’t in any position to argue. He just hoped that nothing happened that would require him to use the sword strapped to his back in order to keep Richard safe. The last thing he wanted was for the teen to see that side of him, the side that would require him to take up arms against another of his brothers.

But Richard stood just behind him, stubborn look on his face as he watched Todd over near the Pit. The green glow of the waters within gave the room an ethrial look but made Jason look sickly. With that blank look on his face, Damian felt his heart ache for the boy he remembered. He had tried harder with Todd than he had with Drake, but it didn’t mean he was the best of brothers. He hoped the teen knew he had tried.

But emotions had never been his forte.

Thankfully, he was doing even better with Richard than he had with any of the others. The teen had taught him much more than he ever thought possibly while he had taught the boy what little he had to offer outside of self-defense. Which, he had taught him as well. Just not to the same effect that training to be a Cape would have done.

“Are you ready to witness true magic, Richard?” Damian frowned over at his mother when she entered the room and moved over to stand with the two of them. He looked back and down toward the teen, who he found watching his mother with narrowed, untrusting eyes. Good boy.

Damian had made sure that he always questioned his surroundings and stayed wary of those he didn’t know. Apparently, Talia al Ghul fell in that category.

The woman simply quirked an eyebrow at him before she walked over to where the footmen were getting ready to move Todd to the platform. Reaching out, Damian tugged Richard closer to him in hopes to shield him from the coming disaster. His mother might be certain this was a good idea, surely for her own gain, but he knew this was not something that should be done. But as good of a fighter Damian was, he could not take on the entire League. And he would need to do just that if he wanted to get Todd out of there before he was manipulated and twisted into a shadow of the teen he had been.

“Let us begin,” Ra’s said as he took his place on the opposite side of the Pit.

#damianwayneweek2021 #damian wayne #dick grayson #reverse robins #anikah writes #happy birthday to me

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side-shawty · 4 years

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Don’t Hate Me

Fandom: DC

Type: one-shot

Prompt/Summary: “Hello! Can I request a Damian Wayne x reader where the reader can communicate and control animals, so when the batfam sees her fight for the first time, they're like, hella surprised and Dami is very pleased that the reader treats the animals so kindly? 💜💜👽”

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Reader

Requested? YES by @comicnerd557

I mostly focused on the controlling part but the communication is implied. I hope you enjoy :)

-Duckie

“Come on Y/N just show me what your power is please~” Dick begged for what felt like the millionth time today. Ever since Damian had let it “slip” that you had an ability that even he didn’t know about all of the Wayne boys had become curious.

“Just give us a hint,” Tim pressed as you sat on one of the sofas, getting ready for a post-patrol movie night.

“I’m telling you she’s not going to give it up,” Damian said as he sat beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, you were quick to snuggle into his side.

“How about this,” Jason began settling into one of the armchairs, “If we guess right or even pretty close then you have to tell us that we’re right, okay?”

“Deal,” you said as Dick started the movie but it was pointless considering they spent the entirety of it trying to guess at your power. They were close a couple of times but not enough to call them right.

“Okay can you, um, teleport people?” Dick asked as the credits rolled.

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’ and repositioning to place your head in Damian’s lap.

“Alight how about —“ Jason started but was interrupted as all of your phones began to chime with a crime alert from Bruce, who was already suited in the cave when you all arrived, he probably hadn’t taken it off.

“Sorry to interrupt movie night but I could use a hand with something,” Bruce said, “Get suited up, I’ll brief you in 5.”

“So much for a quiet night,” you said before you all suited up for a second time that night.

When you all got back there were already images and CCTV footage on the Batcomputer and Bruce didn’t hesitate to begin.

“At approximately 3:45 AM Killer Croc and Gorilla Grodd released all the animals from the Gotham Zoo from their cages but have yet to release them into the city. They’re trying to wait until sunrise for their ‘animal liberation.’

“The police are there but it seems they have lions and tigers barricading the entrances. We’ll go in, take down Crock and Grodd, and put the animals back. Hopefully before breakfast,” he finished and you saw Damian’s hands become fists, you knew he had a soft spot for animals and it was one of the reasons you hesitated to tell him about your powers.

You controlled them, for lack of a better word. Yes, they might have been drawn to you but like Grodd, it didn’t take much for them to bend to your will.

“One last thing,” Bruce continued, “You’ll be needing these. Attach them to your temples and Grodd won’t be able to get inside your head.” He looked to you, “Y/N, you’ll be needing this too,” Bruce said and handed you an amplifier. You looked at him and shock but he only winked at you.

Damn, he really was the world’s greatest detective.

“What why does she get a special gadget?” Jason asked.

“It probably has to do with her powers, idiot,” Tim retorted.

“Shut up replacement. Y/N you told B about your powers before us? I’m hurt,” he said throwing a hand over his heart as you all made your way to your vehicles.

“Let’s be honest, nobody tells B anything,” you said before hopping onto your cycle and revving the engine.

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The Zoo was controlled chaos when you got there. Gordon already knew what Grodd’s powers were so he had fewer men than with a regular villain. Just in case the gorilla somehow managed to be able to control the animals and the police there wouldn’t be too many at his disposal.

You split into two teams Bruce, Tim, and Dick would focus on Killer Croc whilst you, Damian, and Jason went after Grodd. They had barricaded themselves in the middle of the zoo along with crocodiles and gorillas because they truly were that cliche.

Killer Croc put up a good a fight as ever but he couldn’t do much when Grodd turned on him and forced the animals to defend only himself. Croc went down cursing Grodd’s name as Batman and Nightwing left to take him to the authorities.

“Now that the nuisance is out of the way I can focus my energy on getting rid of all you pests,” he said and began his onslaught. You fought but waited for Batman’s signal before hitting the amplifier on your neck and stretching your powers.

“Stop,” you spoke, holding a hand in front of Grodd and he immediately went lax before you.

Damian and his brothers also froze as Batman and Nightwing returned to the battlefield.

“What the hell?” Grodd spoke angrily, “What are you doing to me girl?!” He screamed at you.

“You’re strong Grodd but your downfall is that you’re also an animal and I control animals,” you told him, a smug smile on your face as he roared at you.

“Silence,” you commanded and he found himself unable to speak.

“Take his helmet, Robin, it’s still controlling the animals but they can’t move if he can’t. The cuffs are on my belt,” you told him and Damian quickly removed it and disabled it. Within minutes he was in police custody with the proper utilities to ensure he wouldn’t be using his powers any more tonight.

“Nice work Y/H/N,” Batman complimented and you smiled at him.

“Couldn’t have done it without this,” you told him tapping the amplifier.

“Feel free to keep it. Now let’s get these animals back in their enclosures,” Batman said and you all instantly got to work.

You took the lead mostly, coaxing the larger animals back to where they should be but stopping often to pet them or appreciate how beautiful they were. At some point, Robin had joined you in or rather stared watch you as you were getting the polar bears back to their place.

Even though you weren’t looking at him you could feel his eyes on you from your crouched position rubbing at the polar bear cubs belly.

“What?” You asked as the cub rolled over and stood up to join its mother behind the gates.

“So this is your power? It is truly“ you braced yourself for the worst, “amazing,” Damian finished and you had to do a double-take.

“Huh?” You said dumbly, not expecting that at all.

He grabbed your hand so you stood next to him but still avoided eye contact.

“Why did you not tell me sooner?” Damian questioned softly, releasing your hand because you were still in uniform even if your only witnesses were animals.

You thought about beating around the bush or making a joke of it but instead, you said, “I thought you’d hate me.”

“Hate you?” He said, incredulous, so much so that you spared a glance at him and suddenly you took interest in anything but him.

“Yes, I’m no better than Grodd,” You said fingers grazing over the feathers of a passing peacock.

“Tsk, I assure you that you are not similar to that overgrown monkey in the slightest. Let’s go home,” he said and you nodded.

——

When you got back you took a long shower and didn’t see Damian again until you found him reading on his bed as the sun rose.

He looked at you, all smiles as if nothing had changed and it made you look away again as you sat next to him.

Damian sighed at your silence and put his book down, holding your hand instead.

“What’s wrong beloved?” He asked, noting your lack of eye contact.

“I just don’t understand why you’re so okay with my power. I mean I can’t stand it and I hate using it,” you told him and risked a glance into his blue orbs, suddenly you couldn’t look away.

“Y/N do you want to know one of the reasons I fell in love with you?” When you said nothing he continued, “It’s because Ace, Titus, and Alfred don’t like anyone outside of the family for at least a month but the moment you stepped through the door they were as smitten with you as I was,” he told you and your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Really? ” You asked, you hadn’t even noticed.

“Yeah, and then when you told me you were studying to be a vet I fell a little harder. And when I came back from patrol and found you and Titus sleeping on my bed. And when you carried that bird half a mile in the rain because of its broken wing,” he said and before he could continue you interrupted.

“Robin, it was a robin. I found it a day after we told each other about our night lives. I thought of you that entire half-mile,” you told him smiling as the rising sun began to make his eyes shine.

“There you go again,” he said and you tilted your head slightly in confusion, “Making me fall in love.”

You felt your cheeks warm beneath your chocolate skin as he used his free hand to cup your face.

“I don’t hate you or your power beloved, I know people who would be more than happy to abuse an ability like yours but you only use it for good. Hell if it was up to me I’d use it to make Alfred attack Drake non-stop,” he smiled at you and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips.

“That laugh too, I have always loved your laugh,” he told you.

“Okay now you’re getting cheesy,” you smiled as he released your hand to mimic the one on your face.

“Oh am I?” He teased inching closer and closer to your face.

“Absolutely,” you told him before closing the space between you and falling into a kiss that was all smiles and love.

Suddenly you didn’t hate your power so much.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x black!reader #damian wayne imagine #batfamily x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batfamily x black!reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #dc imagine #dc one shot

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dumbkiri · 4 years

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Blood Siblings

One-Shot

Request: Hi I love your writing and can I request a damien x reader that's also kind of a Bruce x reader where y/n is Damien's twin that Thalia didn't give to Bruce and that Damien took like and oath not to talk about but the batfam are in danger and he called her for help and she has to come save and meet everyone (soz it's so long x)

Pairing: Damian x Twin!Sister!Reader, Slight Bruce x Daughter!Reader

Genre: Slight Angst

Word Count: 1.7k, 4 pages

WARNING(S): Blood, Cursing

“And why can’t I go with Damian?” [Name] asked her mother with her eyebrows furrowed in the middle. Her teeth clenched in anger and jealousy. “I am capable of bringing Father home to you just as much as Damian.”

Talia sighed and stopped walking. The brown haired woman turned around and faced her only daughter. “I know you are capable, but Damian needs to work on something for himself.”

“What?” [Name] asked in disbelief. Her hands gradually unclenched when her mother started explaining her reason for sending Damian on his own.

“Your brother has shown conflict in himself. There is an apparent struggle Damian is facing and I believe only your father can help Damian.” Talia stared down at her daughter and reached a hesitant hand to the girl. “You are older than Damian, maybe that is why you can handle death more easily than him. Damian is like his father, he won’t admit it, but Damian knows there is an alternative to killing.”

[Name] stayed silent and still. She felt the cold hand that belonged to her mother stroke her cheek robotically.

“Your brother isn’t ready for the next phase,” Talia removed her hand and resumed walking toward the training room, “but I have faith in you, [Name].”

……

“Fuck this! I’m going all out, make sure you don’t get in the way of my bullets, Demon Spawn!”

“Hey! No guns, Red! I don’t want another accident!”

“I have a scar from last time when you thought it was a good idea to go ‘balls to the walls’ thing.”

Damian tuned out his sorry excuses of brothers and dodged an incoming attack from an assassin. He had no clue as to why the League was attacking them. Did his mother plan this all along? Was she really going to betray him like that? No, Damian was the one to turn back on her and his grandfather’s teachings. He betrayed them first and honestly, this was his choice. He had an actual family that cared for him save for Jason. Their relationship was still rocky.

“Batman is pinned down and I’m going after him,” Nightwing announced and before he could help the caped crusader more assassins blocked his path.

Damian watched as his allies were pinned against the floor with their arms pulled behind them and restrained by rope. His eyes widened for a fraction when he was kneed in the back and had his face slammed into the oily floor. He grunted in surprise and felt his arms being pulled backwards. He swiftly pressed a button on his wrist where a [f.color] bracelet was always securely on. Now all he had to do was wait.

Damian was tossed alongside his family and they were all laying on their stomachs. There was a peculiar assassin that stood out to Damian and he recognized it as one of his sparring dummies. The assassin clad in gold and black walked up to the males and chuckled, “Wow, that was longer than anticipated.” The sparring dummy took his mask off and sighed in exhaustion.

“Zhao, you know better than to go against the league,” Damian spoke with a strong tone.

Batman and the rest of the guys looked at Damian in surprise. They were waiting for insults from the teen.

“But you’re too incompetent to understand how mindless of an assassin you are. My mother must have you tight on a leash, foolish mutt.” Damian spat and his family rolled their eyes. There he was with his insults.

Zhao smirked and sneered, “Foolish? You’ve been gone for too long, Damian. You’re insulting your future step-brother.” Zhao’s words got a reaction out of Damian and the teen jumped to his feet. He ran straight at the light brown haired male, but was easily knocked down by the older male.

“Ack!” Damian grunted and crumbled to the floor when Zhao delivered a sneaky move to the back of his neck. The teen muttered curse words under his breath and kneeled down beside Zhao. “I won’t allow it,” Damian said and looked up at Zhao, “I declare a--”

“Now don’t do anything reckless, brother.”

Damian looked straight and saw his twin sister walking toward him from the shadows. She looked different and you can obviously tell she got her beautiful looks from their mother. [Name] smiled down at Damian and kneeled in front of him, “I can’t believe you outgrew me. We’re 16 now which means that it's been eight years since we last saw each other?”

“[Name], you can’t marry this imbecile!” Damian shouted and ignored the look in her [e.color] eyes. He saw the conflict in them, but the smile on her face proved that she had a plan.

[Name] looked over his shoulder and saw the other vigilantes on the floor looking at them with questions. Then she looked back at her brother and stood up, “If you say so, brother.”

“Wait!” Damian yelled, noticing the sleek silver dagger slip from under the sleeve of her right arm. [Name] let the dagger fall and with her right arm she gripped Zhao’s chin and forced it upward. Then quickly with lightning reflexes, she caught the dagger mid-fall with her left hand and slit Zhao’s throat with ease. The blood seeped from the deep wound and the red substance splat on the siblings faces.

[Name] let go of Zhao and his dead body fell to the floor with a thump. The assassins surrounding them didn’t make a move knowing that [Name] had more authority over them than Zhao did. She looked at the assassins and gave them orders. “I need a group to take Zhao’s body back home, the rest follow that group. I’ll follow shortly.”

The assassins did as they were told and Zhao’s dead body was taken away. [Name] wiped her dagger on her black uniform and used the weapon to cut the rope on everyone’s hands. She finished cutting Red Hood’s bonds then she walked over to Damian. The teen stood a head taller than her.

“You have blood on your face,” Damian pointed out and [Name] wiped her face with her sleeve. She pointed at the speck of blood above Damian’s eyebrow and he wiped it with his green glove. They were silently staring at each other and [Name] sighed.

“You caught me off guard when you yelled at me,” [Name] spoke. Her eyes stayed on her brother and she watched the green domino mask he wore crinkle.

“You didn’t have to kill him.” His words made her roll her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips. She then pointed at Batman and the others. “I think they all know that killing an assassin is a good idea. If I didn’t then Zhao would have killed you and them. Damian, I handled the situation.” [Name] reasoned and put her arm back at her side. “You would have done the same.”

“I’ve changed,” Damian admitted and looked at his sister with distrust. “It seems like you’re still the same.”

[Name] was taken back. She thought he would have been happy that she got rid of Zhao, she was happy. “I’m sorry? You were the one who called me for help. I didn’t have to save you guys, but I did it from the good of my heart,” She was glaring at her brother now.

“I thought you would have a better plan than killing someone. There’s always an alternative.” Damian was forming a scowl on his serious face.

[Name] scoffed and tilted her head mockingly, “Yeah, I’ll give you the alternative, Wayne.” She said his last name with hostility and a hint of jealousy. “I would have had to seduce that creep Zhao into letting you guys go and return home being the bride of an arrogant asshole. You wouldn’t know the shit he put me through because you were busy living a semi-normal life with, let me remind you, our father.”

Damian softened his glare.

“I grew up in a merciless home while you were given the chance to be nurtured and cared for. I grew up with brainwashed assassins while you were fighting alongside brothers! I grew up with a mother who rarely showed any affection toward me! So don’t tell me there’s an alternative when you were given a chance to walk another path!”

[Name] huffed and straightened her back out. She kept the glare directed at her brother, but began walking away from him. She needed to leave before they could see her cry.

“You can still change directions,” A deep voice echoed in the warehouse. His calm and soothing voice reached out to her and sent shivers down her body. “You can forge your own path, one that doesn’t end in bloodshed.”

She didn’t have the need to turn around to see who was talking to her. She knew that the man who spoke to her was Bruce Wayne, her father. The man she always wanted to meet. Yet she didn’t stop walking away, she had to return home to her mother.

“You’re always welcomed home, [Name],” Batman said her name and that was all she needed to continue forward. She walked into the shadows and never looked back.

……

“How come you never mentioned her before?” Bruce asked Damian while Alfred tended to the sword wounds on his wide back.

Damian stared at the fireplace where orange flames flicked, “I took an oath. Talia made me do so, she said that no one can know about [Name]. Her name would never be mentioned and that essentially, she would be considered a shadow. A valuable asset in the League.”

“She was pretty badass though, the way she took out the Zhao guy,” Jason winced when Dick poked him with a needle on accident.

“She’s always been exceptional at hand to hand combat. She could disarm about anybody and kill them in less than ten seconds. I believe the Lazarus Pit had an influence on her natural ability.” Damian removed his eyes from the fire and put his hand under his chin in thought.

Tim drank some of his coffee and analyzed Damian’s slumped form. None of them had to ask how [Name] died. Damian would tell them when the time is right.

“She’d be back,” Bruce spoke up addressing Damian, “it took awhile for you to come around, although she’s a quick learner. She might be back sooner than we think.”

#Damian Wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #batman imagine #batfam imagine #batman #robin imagine #imagine #DC Universe #dc imagine #dc #talia al ghul #x reader #reader imagine

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behindheremeraldeyes · 3 years

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title: Empty Nest

summary: It’s been a peaceful week for the Titans, as nothing bad has happened in Jump City. And although she knew she should be enjoying that while she could, Raven just couldn’t rest until her little Robin returned to his nest.

a/n: okay... This is my very first DamiRae fic and I’m really really excited-slash-nervous about this! To be honest, it was very hard to work with their own particularities and I guess that was why I had such a great time writing this fic! It’s a fluff, not very complicated (but definitely longer than I had originally planned), and I do hope you guys can enjoy it! Constructive criticism is VERY MUCH appreciated, please! It’s a new experience for me, English is not my main language and I would love it if you could tell me your honest opinion (especially since I’m not really familiar with the comics yet). Have fun!

Also, I would like to thank @ravenfan1242 for being so sweet and for always making my dash so beautiful! Thank you so so much for making me feel so welcomed!

Pairing: Damian x Raven

The clock was striking 3:07 am, but her amethyst eyes were still wide open as she flipped yet another page of her newest, mystery book. The tower was quiet, as most of its inhabitants were asleep, and from her large window, she could see the dim lights of Jump city flickering across the distant shore. For an entire week, there had been no reports on villainous acts, and apparently, that night would be no different.

Life seemed to be oddly peaceful, and for she knew better than to believe that would last forever, Raven was determined to enjoy every second of that temporary peace. It had been ages since she had last stayed up late reading, hence, the empath figured that would be the perfect opportunity to share such a delightful night with a hard-covered book.

Yes, that was definitely the reason why she was awake at such late hours of the dawn. Or at least that was the lie she had been telling herself for the past 6 hours.

Though it wasn’t really unusual for her to get lost in the pages of a good novel, Raven was just too stubborn to buy her own excuse. She knew the book was but a mere consequence of her insomnia— the sole whiteness of what has become of her nights whenever her little bird was summoned by the bat.

Yes, as embarrassing as it could be, Damian Wayne was the reason why she was up at such late hours. Though she knew better than to doubt her boyfriend’s impeccable combat skills, it was inevitable for her not to lose sleep whenever he had to go to Gotham in order to aid his father in yet another dangerous mission. Even with Bruce and Dick constantly patrolling the streets, she has never liked that cursed city, and knowing he was there fighting against A-class criminals such as the Joker and Bane was more than enough to leave her worried.

Her heart was beating incredibly loud in her chest, the air in her lungs felt heavier and even if she had technically read over 50 pages of her book, her eyes were constantly glancing towards her phone, waiting for the only notification that could make her feel less like a ticking bomb. Raven needed to know he was safe, and that would only happen when he had time to answer the message she had strategically sent him a couple of hours after he left for his mission. She would always choose her words carefully, making sure he wouldn’t notice her real intentions, and eventually, he would end up saying he was on his way back home to the Wayne mansion or anything that would imply it.

Most of the times, Raven would just ask him to send a pic from something she knew he could only find in the mansion, such as Titus, Alfred or even a picture of himself after a warm shower. Even if she could just ask him directly about his whereabouts, the empath didn’t want him to know she was actually worried about his safety, or else his ego would certainly explode.

He is a Wayne, after all.

That night, though, instead of a not-so-random pic, she had asked him to bring her a pack of chocolate chip cookies she has only ever found in Gotham. It’s a special recipe from an old man that lives a couple of blocks away from the police department, and even if he has once shared his secrets with Raven, that delicate taste of cinnamon is still a mystery to the empath. Those cookies are probably the only good thing about that forsaken city, and if they could help her keep track on him, then they were really the best cookies she could’ve ever asked for.

An annoyed sigh escaped her lips as she could now feel her stomach growling inside her belly. If just that stupid anxiety wasn’t already enough, now Raven was also growing hungry at the thought of her cookies. At that moment, she also realized her reading wasn’t taking her anywhere, therefore she chose to shut the book and let it rest over her chest. She closed her heavy eyes for a moment, then, taking a deep breath before picking up her phone from her nightstand. It had been hardly 16 minutes since she had last checked it, and she could feel anger running through her veins.

How much longer was he gonna take with those bandits? Had Batman never heard of curfew?

Apparently, not even all of those years of meditating seemed to have prepared her for dating a Robin. She was growing impatient with every passing minute, and as she held her phone in her hands, a new, desperate idea crossed her mind.

Raven was going to call him.

Even if she rarely ever used that phone for such purposes, and even if she knew he might be busy, the purple-haired girl had made up her mind. She was going to risk inflating his ego so she could check on him, and if by Azarath she discovered he had ignored her message and was already fast asleep back home, chances were that she was going to teleport to Gotham just to scold him— even if theoretically she knew he didn’t really deserve to be scolded.

Yes, that was exactly what she was going to do. She was going to call him, and he would better have her damn cooki—

Her cellphone buzzed. A new message was displayed on the screen, and as soon as she saw his name there, her amethyst eyes widened. Quickly, the girl sat up on her bed, the book sliding from her body, and it took her less than a second to unlock her phone so she could read the words her boyfriend had sent her.

‘Long night. I’ll ask Alfred to get it for you tomorrow. On my way home now.’

Her eyes read that message at least three times so she could make sure she didn’t misunderstand his words. Once they entered her head, though, it was as if a wave of relief rushed through her system. Her heart settled, a soft smile took over her lips and it was as if she could breath normally again.

He was going home. Finally.

At last, Damian was out of the dirty streets of Gotham and on his way to the safety of the Wayne mansion. She didn’t need to worry anymore— at least not for the rest of that night— and now, she could finally allow herself to fall asleep.

But not before a warm mug of tea.

A satisfied sigh escaped her lungs and in one, swift move; Raven was standing on her feet, stretching her arms above her head. Her short, purple hair framed her small face, slowly brushing her cheeks as she walked out of her room and towards the kitchen. For everyone was already asleep, she made sure not to make any unnecessary noise as she boiled the water in the electric kettle. She opened the cabinet to get her black mug, and soon, poured the water with the tea-bag already waiting inside.

The relaxing scent of chamomile invaded her nostrils, and maybe it was because she was still trapped in that rare, blissful moment of pure peace; but that lazy smile refused to leave her lips, as she carefully made her way back to her room with her tea in hands. At last, the empath was ready to sit back, relax and even read a couple more pages while the tea lasted. Perhaps, she could even go back and try to understand what she had supposedly read in the past couple of hours so she wouldn’t waste a good book.

Yes, that seemed like a nice idea, indeed. She nodded to herself, accepting her newest decision, and expertly, she used her elbow to activate the sensor so the automatic door could slide open. Her semi-dark room quickly came into view, a soft breeze blowing her locks away, and once her amethyst eyes landed on her bed, her heart skipped a beat.

Lips parted, eyes widened and knees slightly shaken. Though the sight of that green mask on his face was far from unpleasant, Raven would be lying if she said his presence didn’t startle her.

Damian has that effect on her. Always had and always will, she knows.

“You really have to stop sleeping with your window unlocked, Rae.”

His voice filled her ears and unconsciously, her chest grew warmer at how casual that short version of her name escaped his lips. Her eyes were set on him, watching as he took off his heavy boots. His eyes weren’t looking at her, but if they were, the raven haired boy would’ve noticed the way her shoulders tensed at his presence and the way her hands had turned slightly paler around the mug. The ceramic was still hot, but at that moment, she didn’t seem to care about that, no.

Unexpectedly, her boyfriend was back. And though that was far from an emergency, nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

“Damian...” His name rolled out of her tongue almost as a whisper. What was he doing there? Why didn’t he return to the mansion where he could get some proper rest after the night patrol? Did something happen?

Slowly, the empath realized her thoughts were leading her to think about bad scenarios that could explain the whole thing, and even if she was trying not to overthink, she knew better than to believe that was even an option at such hours.

Her eyes were now clinically scanning him, and physically, he seemed to be okay. There were no signs of major bleeding and all of his limbs were where they were meant to be. Could it be that something had happened to Bruce, then? Did they have a fight and that was why he didn’t go back home? Maybe Alfred—

The sound of her room’s automatic door closing suddenly brought her back to earth, and she could finally get a hold on her thoughts. She swallowed dry, releasing a sigh she didn’t know she was holding, as she took a couple of slow steps towards him. He had finally freed his feet from those boots, and judging by the way his lips curled up, it was easy to deduce that freedom felt nice after hours of kicking bad guys.

“You—” She spoke, his face now lifting so their eyes could meet behind his mask. Perhaps she really could just ask him why he was back so soon. “What are you—“

“Even if I doubt bad guys would even consider using your window to invade the tower, I’m pretty sure Kori wouldn’t like to wake up in the middle of the night with the intruder alarm.”

“What?” She asked, confusedly, as she had clearly not payed any attention to what he had been talking about before. “The window? No, that’s not important. I—“

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m probably the only one who uses it to enter your room anyway.” He chuckled, a smirk now playing on his lips. His elbows were now resting on his knees as he moved his neck to relieve some of the tension. “And besides, we can always blame Gar for the—”

“Damian!” She started, her voice an octave louder, cutting his train of thought. Once he noticed how serious her face looked, his smirk suddenly disappeared. He was definitely listening now. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes squinted under his mask, a wrinkle forming on the bridge of his nose, and Raven realized he looked genuinely confused at her question. For a couple of seconds, the room grew silent around them, and slowly, she felt her patience dying inside of her. The clock was about to strike 4a.m and she just didn’t feel like playing games anymore.

“... I live here, remember? The Robin of the team... The future leader of the titans. Are you okay, Rae?”

“No, that was not— Tch.” She scoffed, using a hand to massage her temples. That was really not her night. “I know you live here. I just meant to ask why you’re here and not in Gotham. You usually spend the night there after patrolling with Bruce. Did something happen?”

“Oh, that.” He started, his voice now holding a calmer tone. His lips were now slightly curled up, and judging by the way he stood up and tilted his head to the right, she could tell he was trying to read her as if she was an open book. Even if he refused to admit so, Damian was very much like his father, and that certainly included Bruce’s impeccably annoying, detective skills. “Nothing happened. I told you I was coming home.”

“I-I know you did, but...” She asked, taking another step closer and pointing an accusing finger at him. Her brows were knitted, as she was clearly not in the mood for jokes. “You better not be hiding anything from me, Damian.”

A smirk crossed his lips at the sight of his girlfriend all fired up, and if anything, he didn’t back off a single inch from her. Even if she could still not see his green eyes, she knew they would be holding that sly gleam that is so characteristic of him. “Don’t worry, okay? Nothing bad happened, I swear. The patrol was quite boring tonight so I just decided to get the jet and come back a bit earlier.”

“Really? Simple as that?”

“Yes, simple as that. I give you my word.” He lifted his right hand as to illustrate his seriousness, and at that moment, after analyzing his body language, Raven thought she could believe him this time. His voice sounded calm and she couldn’t feel any turbulence in his emotions, so, perhaps, she could accept the simple answer this time. Unconsciously, then, her expression softened, and she decided she could just be happy to have him back and they could finally get some sleep together.

Simple as that, she thought.

But maybe, Raven had made up her mind too soon.

“Why are you so surprised, though?”

“What?” Her eyes widened, a confused expression taking over her face.

“Well, you seem quite surprised that I actually chose to come back. Is there any particular reason for such reaction, Raven?”

Shit.

Though she had first believed to be the one in charge of their little argument, only now Raven could see how he had so smoothly turned the tables. At his words, she could feel her throat growing dry and she knew he was coming too close to the truth she was trying to hide.

She hated whenever he did that. Whenever he started to press her into voicing something they both already knew — because he knew, she was sure of that. He knew she was overthinking and that she was worrying over nothing. He knew she was trying to understand his reasons so she could accept her own answers.

He knew she was hiding something stupid. And he wanted to know what.

“Tch, don’t be ridiculous, Damian.” She tried to dismiss him, which was clearly to no avail. Raven crossed her arms across her chest, looking away from him, but she could still feel his eyes on her, as if they were stripping her from her own facade. “I’m glad you’re here. Just curious on why you didn’t use the door like the rest of us.”

“Well, it is 4am, Rae. Kory and the others are still asleep and I didn’t want to wake them up.”

“Oh, but waking me up was fine, then?”

“But you weren’t really asleep, were you?” He grinned. “Judging by how wide your eyes are and by the fact that you’re drinking tea instead of water; I don’t think it’s just a coincidence that you’re still up.”

The teasing tone of his voice made her want to punch him in the face at that moment. She had fallen right into his trap, and she knew she didn’t have much time to come up with a plausible answer if she didn’t want him to grow even more suspicious than he already was.

Raven had to say something. Anything would be better than to give him that chance to tease her into admitting the truth that she was, indeed, awake and waiting for him to get home safely. Even if that wasn’t really an interrogatory, she knew her boyfriend was using his elevated IQ to get the answers he wanted so he could use that against her in the near future. She couldn’t give him the taste of victory, no.

He would be insufferable if she did.

“I lost track of time while reading a book, that’s all. Most days you would find me asleep by now.”

“A book, sure...” He started, clearly not buying her excuse. “Are you sure you weren’t awake because you were worried about me?”

“You wish.” She said, turning to face him once again, as their eyes stubbornly battled for dominance.

Neither of them gave any signs of backing down anytime soon, and even if that could be slightly frustrating, both Damian and Raven enjoyed that little game of push and pull. It was exciting, the thrill of their little competition, as it showed just how intense their love could be. They flirted with very narrow limits and took advantage of slight changes on each other’s body language; and if anything, that only showed how deeply they cared for one another.

How deeply they loved.

“If you say so...” He started, the words slowly leaving his lips. He was smiling softly now, his tall body towering over hers as he took her left hand in his gloved ones. “Either way, I’m glad you’re up. It’s like you’re welcoming me home and it feels really nice. Thank you, Raven”

At his pure words, Raven couldn’t help but feel her knees shaking under her weight. Her heart skipped a beat and her chest got so warm that something inside her melted.

That little bastard.

Now he had really done it.

Even if the empath knew better than to simply believe those words held no deeper meaning, she knew he had carefully chosen them just to mess with her feelings. After giving up on teasing her with his standard strategy, Damian chose to use his secret weapon that would only work against her. It wasn’t meant to cause her pain or anything of the sort, but it sure was a powerful enough to take her down.

Damian was being soft, to the point where she couldn’t really resist. He was being sincere and true to his feelings, and perhaps, that was the main reason why she couldn’t find it in herself to even fight back. She knew about his past and his deepest struggles regarding his future. She knew about all the things he had to go through in order to be where he is now, and it’s impossible for her not to feel touched whenever he voices his true emotions.

For years, he had to walk his own, merciless path alone, not knowing for sure he had a place to call home. The expectations he had upon himself were too heavy for him to carry alone, yet, he never stumbled or complained about them. He has always been so hard on himself, never accepting anything but perfection— he was raised as the perfect child, after all.

He was never accepted. Never loved or even welcomed for most of his life.

But now—well...

Now his life was so much different than before. He has a father, a brother, friends and a place where he can be himself and make as many mistakes as he wants.

He has a place to call home and a person waiting solely for him. And the best part in all that is that he knows.

He truly knows.

As realizations stroke her, the empath released an exasperated sigh. It was really late—not that she was even planning on sleeping anymore— and there was no way she could beat him anymore. Her heart was moved by his low move, and the only thing left for her was to silently admit defeat and properly welcome him home.

Her mug of tea— now colder than Dr. Freeze’s ice beams—was soon enveloped by her magic as it floated around the room until she placed it on her nightstand. She freed her hand, then, and slowly, she reached for his face, her fingertips touching the edges of his mask. He didn’t flinch, she noticed. He never really does whenever she touches him. His silence was the only permission she needed, and soon, Raven removed his mask, finally being able to look deep into his emerald eyes.

They stared at each other for a little too long, examining every change and every flicker hidden behind those orbs. Her amethyst eyes were looking at him softly, and she watched as all that bold malice disappeared from his lips. Damian was offering her a delicate smile, and before she knew it, her lips were also curling up. A soft blush tinged her cheeks, and at that moment, she could sense their emotions mixing together.

They were the same. Perfectly connected by one feeling called love.

“I’m glad you’re home, Damian.” She spoke, simply. “It made me happy, too.”

“TT” He scoffed, bitting his lower lip in order to suppress a smile. “And you still wonder why I chose to come back.”

A chuckle escaped her lips, and before she could even answer his statement, Raven felt his hand on her lower back, carefully pulling her closer to his body. It was a soft and slow move, but soon, she found herself on the tips of her toes and their lips were pressed firmly against each other. In one hand, she was still holding his mask, and with the other, the empath reached for his cheek, caressing his skin and holding their faces together in a chaste and puerile kiss.

It wasn’t needy, sloppy or rushed; for they knew there was no need for that. They had all the time in the world to enjoy their shared kisses, and thankfully, they knew exactly how to enjoy that time.

“You know...” He started, pulling back just a few inches from her lips, his hand now resting on her hip. “I could get used to this. Maybe I should start giving you a new book every time I have to go to Gotham.”

“Though I would love the new books, I also need to sleep. I can’t keep doing this every time you have to go to Gotham or else I won’t be able to keep up with morning practice, and we both know Kory is going to get really pissed.”

“Yeah, you’re right...” He nodded, a new smirk taking over his lips. “I really need to hurry and become the leader of this team.”

“Keep dreaming, Wonder Boy.” She chuckled, playfully patting his cheek before walking away and towards her desk, where she carefully placed his mask. After that, she reached for a big drawer near her dresser, picking a white towel and tossing it at him. “Now go clean yourself already, Damian. A true leader can’t smell like Gotham.”

“Heh, well, we did go check the sewers tonight.”

“Ugh, gross.”

“Perks of being a super-hero.” He nodded, folding the tower in his hands. “Do you wanna take off your pajamas and join me?”

“It’s 4am, Damian. The only people showering now are the ones who really need it.”

“You have a fair point.” He stated, detaching his cape from his shoulders and unbuckling his upper armor.

“Of course I do.” She said, watching as he turned his back to her and walked towards the bathroom. He turned on the lights and placed the towel on the cabinet, as he was now focusing on removing his gauntlets. Though it seemed to be a simple uniform, removing the accessories was a real pain in the ass. “Do you need help with the zippers?”

“Nah, don’t worry. I got this. Get to bed and I’ll meet you there soon.”

“Okay.” She nodded, pulling the sheets so she could get under them. She looked at him one more time, his shirt now removed and exposing his defined muscles and battle scars. Damian has grown into a handsome man, for sure, both inside and out. Looking at him like that, in such a casual condition such as taking a shower in her bathroom made her heart flutter with joy, and though she could now feel the lack of sleep taking its toll on her, Raven couldn’t wait until he was finally sleeping safely by her side.

They both deserved a good night of sleep. And even if they would have just a couple of hours to enjoy it, it would still be enough. It had to be.

“Damian...” She spoke, making him turn to face her one more time before closing the bathroom door so the steam wouldn’t invade the room.

“What?” He asked, curiosity spread across his face.

“Don’t take too long... I’m waiting for you.”

Slowly, a genuine smile took over his lips and he nodded before closing the door behind him. She turned off the lights, then, and soon, her head was resting on her pillow and her eyelids closed over her eyes. Raven took a deep and relieved breath, then, and slowly, felt her muscles relaxing against the mattress.

Now that he was back, she could finally rest.

Now that he was back, she could finally sleep.

As her ears captured the sound of water running down, a genuine smile took over her lips, and if anything, she knew it would be there by the time she woke up again.

fin.

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Odette

Pairing: Jason/Reader

Genre: Drabble Fluff

Wordcount: 2,170

A/N: Hey guys!! I’m finally back! So sorry I’ve been away for so long. Will reply to my asks soon. But for now, here’s a Saturday Drabble :)

I was going to make it a full blown ONLY smut, but for some reason I decided to keep it relatively PG lmaaaooo

Masterlist

Kofi

Jason thought you were kinda spoiled. You had your own little dance studio in the manor. But then again, he couldn't say anything much since there was a goddamn cave dedicated to Batman and all of their nighttime activities down below, after all.

But what actually annoyed him the most about you was that you'd ask any one of them to sit by the music player and help pause, or fast forward, or rewind, or replay the music while you danced.

And fuck, did he hate watching you dance.

Well, not really.

He just hated the way he reacted while watching you dance. For one, he thought himself as a perverted creep while he watched you. Secondly, he kept on wondering whether the rest of his brothers had the same thoughts and reaction as he did when it was their turn to sit down on the wooden floors pressing buttons.

The worst part were the mirrors, god. The fucking mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere.

He sometimes would catch his own reflection, frowning as if in deep thought. Sometimes he caught himself with his mouth slightly ajar. And the worst was when he caught himself with dark, lustful eyes. The mirrors were a blessing as well as a curse. It reminded him to keep it together, to behave. But then it showed him how fucking ugly he looked, his large figure slumping against the mirrored wall behind him as you danced gracefully.

He watched as your strong muscular thighs rippled and move, your calves contracting as you pointed your toes.

He was always amazed by you. Your physique looked powerful, toned by all the dancing you did. Yet, you managed to walk and move so gracefully, like a swan floating in a pond.

Jason could never.

The first time he saw your feet, he almost gasped. The cuts, bruises, the chipped nails and blisters. Some covered and patched up by normal plasters.

He then realised every time you put on your pointe shoes, you were in pain.

The beauty and grace he saw on the outside covered the torturous and endless wounds.

He couldn't fathom it, why you would put yourself through all of that. And it made him respect you even more.

But Jason particularly hated it when you stretched. After pointe stretches, you would put on your practice shoes, the battered soles and discolored ribbons that were wrapped around your ankles a contrast to your pretty, pretty skin.

Then you would stand up and hold the wooden bannister that ran horizontally across the mirrored walls. One foot down on a pointe, you would stretch your other leg slowly, first bringing your knees up towards your chest, then move it sideways, and stretching your whole leg up as high as you could go.

And you could go pretty fucking high.

Jason would gulp whenever you did that, the skin tight outfit you wore allowed him to see everything.

Allowing him to imagine the oh so many different positions he could fuck- no. He couldn't think that. He couldn't allow his mind to wander like that. Especially about you, who were pure and innocent.

But it still didn't stop his body from reacting.

Sometimes when it got too much, and he lost control of his body, he would shift there on the floor, bringing his knees up to his chin to hide his raging hard on.

One day after a particular long stretching session, and an equally long dance practice, you sat in front of him while you took off your shoes.

He had prayed to whatever deity that his boner would disappear after you were done, but there he was, still hiding it when you started talking to him, legs crossed on the floor opposite him.

“Hey, Jay?” you started.

“Hmm?”

“Would you like a ticket to see my performance this Saturday?” you smiled shyly, tucking a stray hair from your messy bun behind your ear.

“Yeah, sure!” he said,”I’d love to.”

“Thanks,” you beamed at him.

“Are the others going as well?”

“Well,” you frowned, biting your lower lip, “I haven't asked.”

“Why not?”

“I don't know if they're interested,” you explained, “And if they're not, they're going to say yes anyway just to be nice. Then they're going to have to sit there, all bored. I don't want to put them through that.”

“But you'd put me through that, huh?” he teased.

“Well, it's different with you,” you avoided his eyes, “You actually watch me, you know? The others would just play with their phones or something. But I noticed that you’re the only one who would actually sit down and watch me dance. That's why I thought you wouldn't mind.”

“I-uh-yeah,” he sputtered, “I think it's great. Talent. Your dancing. Spinning and stuff.”

He wanted to punch himself in the face, ashamed that he had got caught. Thankfully, you thought that his intentions were innocent.

Jason was probably being too hard on himself, as Dick would tell him. He did like watching you dance. He appreciated how you were so passionate about the art form.

So it wasn't just about his goddamn lust.

“I think the others would be happy to go,” Jason added, “You should ask them.”

“I don’t know,” you bit your lip.

“Hey, look at me,” he reached for your chin, tilting it to meet his eyes, “Trust me. They’d appreciate you asking them. Okay?”

Jason saw your big, puppy eyes change from confusion, to worry, to resolve.

“Okay,” you answered, “I’ll ask them. Thanks, Jay.”

***

“W-wait, what? Did you know about this, Todd?” Damian sputtered in front of the ballet poster that showed your face covered in makeup.

They were at the performing arts theatre, waiting for your performance to start. The warm lights were brightly reflecting on the intricate details of the chandeliers. The theatre was crowded, and your face was everywhere. He was not expecting the show to be big.

“Know what?” he grunted.

“That she’s playing both Odette and Odile!” Damian gushed.

Jason let out a low whistle. He was familiar with Swan Lake- the way he was familiar with most classical literature, plays, and performances. He knew it was rare for one dancer to be playing both the White and Black Swan.

He wasn’t surprised, though. He watched you dance regularly and he knew how good you were.

“Is that a big deal?” Dick asked.

“Grayson, your lack of knowledge confounds even me sometimes,” Damian tutted, “It’s not just a big deal, it’s a very big deal.”

“That’s amazing,” Tim chimed in, “Who knew, huh?”

“If you guys actually paid attention to her, you wouldn’t be this surprised,” Jason grumbled.

All four of them, including Bruce who had remained silent the whole time stared at Jason with eyebrows raised.

“What?” he snapped.

“Nothing,” Dick smirked.

They were then ushered in. In the end, Bruce had paid for box seats, so they were all seated separately from the crowd. The lights dimmed and the dance began.

Jason blocked the outside world the moment he saw you come on stage. It was Jason’s first time seeing you in full makeup and costume, and he was entranced.

Hypnotized by your grace, your beauty, your- fuck, your everything- for the next few hours he forgot where he was, who he was, and just watched you.

Suddenly, he heard a roaring noise in his ear. For some reason people were making noise. He was already annoyed, before he realised that the crowd was in standing ovation.

He hadn’t even realise that it was over. He blinked his eyes when the lights came back on, and saw that you and your fellow dancers were waving and bowing on the stage. You were carrying a large bouquet of roses, and everyone else were throwing flowers at you.

Jason looked over to Bruce, and he saw the look that he’d been craving for his whole Robin life.

Pride.

He gulped, and then turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” he heard Tim ask.

“See if I can catch her backstage,” he shrugged, and left without waiting for an answer.

He waited for the applause to die down, for everyone to make their way back home. He thought that you would probably be in your dressing room by then. So he made his way past the other dancers, the racks of costumes. Then, he stopped himself outside the door that had your name plastered on it.

He raised his hand to knock- but paused right before his knuckles hit the wooden door. He heard noises inside.

“I’m really grateful for your kind words, but I think you should leave, Phillippe,” he heard your hushed whispers.

“But baby-”

“For the thousandth time, I’m not your baby,” you snapped.

“Everyone else wants me, why not you?” the man whom Jason assumed was Phillippe demanded.

“I’ve got someone else,” you replied curtly, “Now please leave.”

“I’ll make you forget him,” Phillippe tried, “I’ll make you want me.”

“What the hell are you doing?!” you shrieked.

Jason broke down the door then, to see that the tall blond man who played the Prince earlier had you against your dresser, holding your wrists.

“This- this room is for dancers only!” Phillippe yelled.

Jason didn’t give him a warning, didn’t give him any words of threat either.

Instead, he growled, and then tore the man away from you and hit him straight in the nose, hearing the satisfying crunch.

Phillippe stumbled back, clutching his bloodied face. “You broke my nose!” he wailed.

“I’ll break more than just your nose if you ever come close to her again,” he muttered coldly. “Leave. Or else.”

Phillippe scrambled away pathetically.

Jason closed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing, to not let the rage and anger seep in.

“Jason,” your soft voice broke him out of his concentration, but thankfully not in a bad way.

“I’ll have someone fix your door,” he apologised.

You were already out of your costume and makeup, and were only wearing your casual clothes. Your hair was still up, with some stray strands framing your face. You were standing close to him.

“It’s fine,” you dismissed, “I’ll explain it to them.”

“Did he hurt you?” he frowned.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you grinned.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, “If he hurt you in any way I’ll-”

“I’m fine, Jason,” you rolled your eyes, “Really. I could have handled it even if you hadn’t broke down the door.”

“Fine,” he sighed.

“So you guys watched the whole thing?” you changed the subject.

“Nah, I think I saw everyone dozing off,” Jason teased, “Especially Bruce. Did you know he snores?”

“Jason!” you giggled.

“Yeah, I was the only one paying attention. I tried to wake them up, to no avail.”

“Oh, did you now?” you smirked.

Somehow you had gotten even closer to him. He could feel your body heat, and smell your perfume.

He gulped.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, “You were great. With the spinning. And jumping. And stuff.”

“Spinning and jumping?” you laughed, “Thanks, Jay.”

“I think-” Jason took a deep breath. And another. And another.

“You think..?” you prompted.

“Ithinki’minlovewithyou,” he spilled.

“You’re only realising this now?” you said, “You dumbass.”

“W-what?”

“You’ve been staring at me dancing with your mouth open for a year and a half, Jason,” you rolled your eyes, “And it took you a full blown national ballet event to figure it out?”

Jason blinked.

“It’s okay,” you reached out your hand and caressed his cheek, “I know how you’re emotionally constipated and all that.”

“Emotionally-” Jason started.

“And don’t worry, I know how much my warm up routines affect you,” you winked, “You don’t have to explain a single thing.”

“Warm up..?” he repeated, until he realised what you were saying. He felt his cheeks heat up furiously.

“Your warm up routines affect me too,” you bit your lip. “Your pull ups, and push ups, and sit ups, and whatever ups.”

“You’ve been checking me out?” Jason’s eyebrows shot up.

“Duh,” you rolled your eyes again. You closed in on him, and pressed yourself against his body, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Jason.”

“Yeah?” he whispered back, feeling the light brushes of his lips against yours.

“Kiss me.”

“Okay.”

He pressed his chapped, dry lips against your soft, plump ones and groaned at the relief of just having you, feeling you. He wanted to kiss you slow and sweet, but you had other ideas.

You pried open his lips with your own and forced your tongue inside his mouth to explore, all the while gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to you, grinding your front against his, getting him excited in too short a time.

“Woah, woah,” he stopped you, “Not that I didn’t enjoy that, but the door is broken and can’t be locked. You think this a good idea?”

You contemplated for a while, and with a pained expression on your face, you groaned out loud.

“Fine, we’ll take it home.”

#jason todd x reader #saturday drabble

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years

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For Wandering Dreamers (Pt 1)

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

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

Warnings: Mentions of fighting and terrible parents, attempted rape on random person (not character or anyone significant), language

Word Count: 2482

You shut the door of your bedroom after hearing your parents arguing about something for what felt like the billionth time that night. Just for precaution, you locked it hoping that they wouldn’t come in to get you to settle an argument. Oh, how you hated life. It was a terrible, worthless, annoying piece of garbage that eventually fucked everyone over. The only thing that you had to distract yourself was your books, and your comics. It was a world of escape that was so simple, yet so complex and distant. The objects were for any lost soul, bound to a place and reality where they could not help the need to float away from at times. Seeing the problems of the characters play out on the pages and eventually be solved was a comfort for some. It was to you at least. You sat down at your bed with one of your books. Tonight, you would be embarking on the adventures of Batman in your graphic novel.

It didn’t take long before you were totally and completely engulfed in the book. The action of it all and the keen problem solving of the world’s greatest detective was enough to pull anyone in. You almost didn’t notice the strange piece of paper and pendent drop onto your bed. You wouldn’t have if you didn’t hear a door slam in the background. You looked down seeing the gold piece of paper. It looked like it had fallen from the heavens the way the color was so untarnished. The pendant looked that out of a fairy tale, gems of all sorts outlining it and a silver base. You saw that in elegant white lettering was inscribed a message. It read as so,

“Pack your things and leave your cares for new adventure awaits everywhere. To and froe, here and there, the words inscribed will take you erase all cares. Reality will sleep and dreams come to play but you may return any day. No time will change and life you may live but for a lovely vacation, at your service this pendant is. Take the pendent and repeat the top, for awaiting you are worlds of unmatched beauty and action. Made for lost souls and wandering dreamers, here you may leave this place of pain- stricken fever.”

“This is a joke.” You mumbled aloud. And then again why not test it to find out, “Fine.” “If this really is some magical pendant or something to take me away, I’m ready to go, 100%.”

You noticed that it was a locket, large enough to store the little note. So, with this, you folded gently the piece of golden paper and tucked it ever so neatly into the locket. You then decided that you would take your most valuable asset. Books. It was important that you took ones that you might find most important and then a few that you hadn’t read. There should be food on the worlds. I mean, there always is. But then again... You grabbed your hidden food stash and notebook plus a few pens.

“Well how do I know where I am going?” You asked to the paper.

Another piece dropped on your bed and you look up. This one wasn’t in rhyme so you assumed that whoever was making it just got tired of having to make up weird quest like pieces to please the book worms.

“To assure your location think of the place you would like to go as you repeat the verse.”

“Thanks.” You said half expecting to see another piece float down with a, “You’re welcome.” scribbled on it.

You thought of where you wanted to go and then looked down at your Batman book.

“I want to meet the people that raised me.” You stated grabbing that book and your entire DC character guide.

You had learned from all of your studying how to solve mysteries. You had decided at a young age that the only way to not end up like those around you was to do better than everyone else around you. That wasn’t a hard thing to do, however, it meant long hours studying and working to be the best. You had however thought that if nothing else worked, bringing this to the cave would be a sure- fire great way to make Batman take you in. You also took your knife that your Karate teacher had gifted you once you joined the adult league at the youngest age there. They knew that it was something that you might need even though a few months of boxing and years of Karate was already under your belt.

You stuffed all of this in your bag including some hygiene things and a few sets of new clothes. Man, your bag was stuffed, however the duffle would just have to carry all of this. The back of your book had a map of the DC World. In it, was a map of the Batcave and from different shows that you had seen you had noted the best ways to get inside. I mean sure, you could just go get yourself into trouble or go just knock on the front door, but, this sounded more fun. You started to read the note before thinking about something, you had better take your phone and charger just in case.

“Okay here we go.” You read the top part of the note aloud thinking of where you wanted to go.

Without any more notice, a bright purple mist was spiraling up your legs, and then torso, and then you were completely wrapped around in it before it suddenly disappeared. You looked around seeing that you were in an alley way and your bag was on your back.

“Oh, thank God.” You sighed in relief glad that your things came through, “Okay first order of business.” You got your knife out of the side pocket of your bag and then locked it so that no small potential Robins could pick pocket you. The knife was for extra protection. You knew that the street life in Gotham was wild so it was better to be possibly over cautious than sorry.

“Alright, next I need to get to a roof top.” You mumbled looking around for a fire escape or something to aid you.

“Watcha doin on a night like this pretty?” You heard from a small distance away.

“Please, l-leave me alone. I have kids to get back to.” There was a woman’s voice along with the other.

“Come here sweetheart, if you play nicely I might just let you go.” He said before you heard a slap and then him becoming visibly angry, “Why you little bitc...”

“Great Gotham! Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to treat a lady?” You asked the man throwing an empty beer bottle at his head. “Oh, thank Gotham for having the drunks.” You thought.

He looked at you and dropped the woman before running at you.

“Aye mate!” You said in a funny accent, “I guess she never did.” You stabbed him in the shoulder causing him to holler out in pain before you drop kicked him and knocked him out with the base of the other bottle that you found.

“Ms., please call the police. I suggest that you find somewhere safe. I can walk with you if you’d like. I’m a black belt.” You remarked to the terrified woman, “Hey, you’re alright now, and your kids will still have a mamma to come home to.” You helped her up and then pointed to an open drug store, “I know that this is Gotham and it sucks at night, but it might be your best chance.” “I’ll stay here and make sure that he doesn’t get away.”

“T-thank you.” She said, “Do you need any help, a young lady shouldn’t be out here at night.”

“Oh, no thank you. I am just fine.” You answered, “Now please, I don’t really know how efficient the GCDP is after 9 so if you don’t mind, my cell is dead.”

She nodded and crossed the street to the Gotham Drugstore.

“Well, I guess B will have to wait for a few minutes.” You said.

You stopped suddenly when you heard someone drop behind you.

“Supervillain or Bat?” You asked.

“Robin actually.” You heard in response, “That was impressive from someone just off the streets. Is it true that you are a black belt? Karate I presume?” He asked just as you turned around.

“Omg you’re Dam...” You stopped yourself, “I can’t say that with him here never mind.” “Oh, I’m Y/N to answer your question, and yes I am a blackbelt in Karate. Glad that you noticed.”

“Wait... you know my name?” He asked, “How?” He took out his swords and you took a nope step backwards.

“Woah, calm down there. I’m from a different universe where you and this entire universe are in comics.” “Cliché I know. I just discovered I could travel here 10 minutes ago.” “I have proof too.”

“Fine. Come with me.” He said as he grabbed your waist and shot the grapple up making the two of you fly to the top of the building.

You blushed for a quick second almost noticing that he did the same.

“Show me your evidence.” He demanded.

“Very well.” You plopped your bag onto the rooftop and pulled out the Batman comic and character guide.

“Damian Wayne?” You looked up at him as he sat down.

“C-correct.”

“And Nightwing is Dick, Hood is Jason, Red is Tim, Batgirl is Steph, or is she Cass right now?” You asked.

“No, Brown is Batgirl.” He affirmed.

“Okay so that means Black Bat is Cass, B is Bruce, Batwoman is Kate, Oracle is Babs...” You were about to go on before he stopped you.

“Okay, okay, I believe you please don’t share this to the entire city.” He smirked some.

“Oh, trust me, I won’t.” You put your hands up and showed him the pendant, “I came here because this necklace thing and a note on how to use it landed on my bed in the said different universe.” “It’s addressed to lost souls and wandering dreamers but my first thought was to come here and meet the heroes that raised me as a kid.”

“Excuse me for being so brash but, do you not have parents?” Robin asked.

“Poor excuses for them.” You answered, “But yes, I do.” “However, I was never raised by them at all. It was always books and comics that did. I learned to solve mysteries and started homeschooling on top of regular school at a young age (I actually do this with a friend of mine it isn’t easy but we have big dreams lol). Wonder Woman and Batman taught me a lot so I just wanted to come and meet them.”

“And you thought saving a civilian was the way to do it?” He asked interested in your story.

“No actually, I know where the cave is and figured I would go there as a start, but you know Gotham is weird like that.” You answered laughing some.

“You know where the cave is?” He asked floored at the statement.

“Duh, there’s a map in the back.” You smiled some flipping it to the very back of the book, “There’s also the Fortress of Solitude.”

“Impressive. Wait... do you know who the Joker is?” Damian questioned as you packed the bag up.

“Give me a place to stay and I might just help with that.” You replied standing up and giving a hand for him.

“Deal.” He then stopped, “If you really know where the cave is, show me.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, “What building is this?”

“We’re near the bank, it’s this way.” He took you to the bank top and you smiled looking over what you knew as Gotham.

“Alrighty. Let’s go.”

The two of you made it to the cave in what was almost record time, though he wouldn’t admit it, he was very much impressed by you in multiple ways. The two of you walked in talking some before you were stopped.

“Robin who is this?” A stern voice came.

“Batman this is...” You cut Damian off.

“Mr. Wayne, I’m Y/N. I came from a different universe where you guys are all in comics and books and basically are fictional.” You said, “And it is totally normal that I know who you are so you can stop internally freaking out.” “Also, the famous Batman “I am the night” monologue is fabulous and I recommend you do it more often.” You laughed some at the last part as Bruce was shocked to see that you knew all of this and that his son of all people was okay with you.

“Show him the books Y/N.” Damian suggested.

“Oh yes. Good idea.” You said opening the bag, “It isn’t every day you get to meet your childhood hero so I’m over here internally freaking out to be honest.” You smiled flipping to the page that had Batman plastered all over it before passing it to Bruce who now saw no point in keeping his mask on since now he knew that you knew who everyone is.

“So, “The Adventures of Batman”?” He asked giving the famous bat-smirk.

“Not only that, but you have a ton of animated series, movies, and even appearances in things like “Justice Leauge Unlimited” and a bunch of other forms of entertainment. The others do as well.” “You guys, well Wonder Woman, not really Clark, yourself, and a bunch of others were better parents then the ones I have at home. I practically dedicated my life to learning everything that I could and solving cases because of you all.” You took the book back, “I figured that bringing this book would help solve even more and maybe get Timothy to sleep.” You smiled some packing it away.

“Father, Y/N took down someone that was 2 times larger than her and was going to rape a young woman.” “Apparently she’s a black belt in Karate which is believable with the form that I witnessed.”

“Well, Y/N. Do you have anywhere to go?” Bruce asked, “I trust that my son knows what he’s doing and don’t entirely doubt your story.”

“I mean I have no where besides home in the different universe. Trust me when I tell you that I do not want to go home.” You said in a serious tone throwing Bruce off some since you had been so kind and upbeat, “It’s not pretty there.”

“Very well, I will have Alfred show you to your bedroom.”

“I GET TO MEET ALFRED?” You almost blew up in excitement, “Sorry, Alfred is just awesome.” You laughed awkwardly some.

That was the most eventful night of your life, and unbeknownst to you, life was only going to get wilder.

Note: I have been wanting to write this for a minute. I know that it is a bit cliché, however, I wanted to put a spin on it with the book and mad detective skills. I remember back when my family was going through some pretty shitty times, music and books were my go to escape when sleep stopped working. Also, as stated in the story, my friend and I do actually do homeschool on top of actual school. He wants to go to Harvard and I Oxford so we’re working hard lol. Anyways, I hope you’re having a wonderful week. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them in. If you pick up on anything you’d like to correct me on, please go right ahead and message me, I love fixing mistakes and being better at writing. I hope that you have a lovely week and stay safe and healthy. 😊

(PS: Thank you so much for all of the sweet messages! They make my day when I read them.)

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Tim Drake x Reader - Explosions And Other Saturday Morning Activities - PART 4 - FINALE!

PART ONE HERE, PART TWO HERE, and PART THREE HERE! Title: Explosions And Other Saturday Morning Activities - PART 3 Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: You’ve made it out of Black Mask’s lair alive, and it’s time for you to have dinner with the batclan, including Bruce Wayne himself (who you still can hardly believe is Batman). After the dinner, you know you’ll have to decide to make your move with Tim... or let him go. But you’re not one to give up easily! Notes: Canon-typical descriptions of violence and injuries. Words: 5.4k Taglist: @silentwhispofhope, @ashfromthesol, @oh-no-my-ravioli, @katelynkargol, @rhymeswithrason, @grincheveryday, @ivysfaves, @hanliz2211

You awoke in a very nice bed that was not your own. You should be terrified, but the well of terror in your heart was empty. Now, you were just tired.

You slowly sat up. You were wearing a silk white nightgown, which might be the softest thing you’ve ever worn. You were also laying a king sized bed, which might be the first time you’ve ever had a king sized bed to yourself. It was a large bedroom, sparsely decorated. There was an empty desk, a mostly empty bookshelf, and a dresser. The dresser was against the far wall, and you could see your clothes folded and washed on top of it. To your left, there was a set of glass doors leading to a balcony. They let in an enormous amount of light, making the whole room bright. It almost seemed like a dream, although you were pretty sure you were awake.

Looking around, nothing had clicked for you as to where you were, but, somehow, you felt pretty safe. At this point, if someone was going to kill you, they probably would have succeeded.

You swung your legs over the size of the bed, and there was your phone on a side table. You almost reached to check your messages, but you didn’t. Instead, you walked out to the balcony. The wind blew gently, and you took in the view of beautiful gardens. You didn’t seem Gotham, and you couldn’t even hear it… had to be pretty far out from the city.

Huh. Maybe this was a dream. Or, since you were all in white, was it… no. No, no, no.

(You probably weren’t dead! You’d know! Right? You’d know if this was the afterlife… right?)

You turned back to the inside, and there was Tim standing in the doorway. OH! Thank goodness. Tim was here… okay, so this must be Wayne Manor. Pretty house, pretty gardens, way outside of the city proper. Made some sense. Still not sure how you got here, but that wasn’t much of a concern.

(You weren’t dead! Hooray!)

“Tim,” you said, your voice coming out a little soft and a little hoarse.

“How are you feeling? I was afraid you’d wake up confused about where you were.” He walked over next to you, and you smiled.

“I first thought this all might be a dream. Then, I thought I might be dead and this is what happens after.”

Tim raised his eyebrows, alarm on his face, and you laughed.

“But I saw you and thought—that’s right, Tim lives in a mansion outside of Gotham. I’m alive.” Tim looked like he was about to apologize, and you shook your head. “No, no. That’s just how my brain works. I assume you guys took me back with you after you stopped Black Mask?”

“Yeah. They were going to drop you at your apartment unconscious. You passed out from exhaustion and stress apparently. But I said you were my girlfriend, and they let me and Bruce take you home with us.”

“Do you think the police officers had read the Buzzfeed article?”

Tim smiled. “Well, one officer giggled as I explained so I think she might have.”

“Our accidental celebrity relationship coming in handy, for once.”

“For once.”

The conversation lulled, and you found yourself gazing at Tim unabashedly. He was looking out over the back gardens, thoughtfully. He was so handsome, it was really unfair. All you wanted to do was to have him hold you, to run your hand through his hair, to tell him how incredible he is. But it wasn’t really the time. And though you were pretty sure Tim did like you a tad, you weren’t sure if he was thinking of anything serious. Fate had drawn you together once, and you’d been tangled together since then.

You were hoping the Black Mask incident would be the last of your brushes with Gotham’s heroes and villains, but your heart ached a bit at the odds that meant this would be the last of your brushes with one Tim Drake. Would Tim really be interested in a random intern who had a few freakish experiences that drew you closer to him? Would he have any free time to dedicate to a girlfriend totally divorced from his duties helping run Wayne Enterprises and from crime fighting? Probably not…

For now, though, you took in Tim standing before you. You let that be enough.

Tim finally turned to you.

“Well, I know Alfred’s made an amazing brunch for you. You should eat something. Then, you can just relax until we have dinner tonight.”

Dinner. Right. Dinner where Bruce Wayne, Batman, which is still weird, will tell you not to reveal the whole Batfamily’s secret identities and probably terrify you in the process. You should be worrying about that. Instead, you’re caught on something else.

“Alfred?”

“Alfred is the family butler, but he’s more than just that. He is family.”

You nodded and slowly realized how hungry you were. “Does he, um. Does he make good pancakes?”

Tim grinned from ear to ear. “The best.”

✹ ✹

“Maybe I was wrong earlier,” you said, mouth full of chocolate chip pancake, “Maybe I did actually die and this is some sort of heaven.”

“Wait, you thought you died?” asked Dick Grayson, eldest Wayne child and also Nightwing. Of all the superhero identity matching you’d done in your head, that was a no brainer. The butts were basically identical.

“A death joke! She’ll fit right in,” Jason said. Jason Todd, second Wayne child, also the Red Hood. Just from this pancake brunch, he quickly was becoming your favorite after Tim.

(You weren’t sure what he meant by the death joke, but you smiled anyway. That seemed to make him even more on your side.)

The youngest child, Damian, didn’t say anything to you, other than a few displeased huffs. Odds were he was Robin.

Cassandra, who was around Tim’s age to your understanding, didn’t say much either to you, but her eyes and smiles were endlessly kind. You weren’t sure of her identity… maybe she was just a normal person. That would be lovely.

(Tim told you that Duke, another brother a couple years younger than him, was out “on patrol,” which meant that he was probably the Signal. The lone daytime bat. Wild.)

Bruce Wayne did not appear at brunch, but that was probably for the best. You needed to work up the emotional strength to face Batman’s scrutiny tonight.

Alfred was working on that by fueling you with pancakes and calling you “Miss _____.” You called him “Mr. Pennyworth,” and he kind of seemed offended by the formality—but you didn’t give in.

Tim was definitely watching you the whole meal, amused and a little pleased. It was nice to know someone was paying attention to you, and nicer still to be able to tell they liked what they saw. You regaled the group with a humorous retelling of the Wayne Tower accident, as well as some weird encounters you’d had as an intern.

After brunch, you returned to the room you’d been in, getting dressed in your somewhat tattered clothes from the previous evening. You looked in the mirror, a little disappointed.

No, it wasn’t any insecurity about your body. You thought you looked pretty good, generally speaking. It was just that you looked more put together in the nightgown these people provided than in your own clothes. There were a lot of holes and tears in the fabrics from the glass exploding onto you. You hadn’t gone ham on your outfit with a pair of scissors for fun, but it kinda seemed that way.

Someone knocked at the door. You poked your head out and saw Cassandra standing there, holding a box.

“Hello,” you said, poking your head out.

“Hi,” she said, before handing it over to you. “Alfred made these. Adjusted my old things. Should fit.”

“Oh! Thank you! Currently, my clothes are a bit, uh, compromised.”

Cass just smiled with a nod and vanished down the hall. You put on the clothes and were delighted they fit perfectly. Did Alfred take your measurements when you were brought to Wayne Manor? That was a little weird, but very helpful. It was just a simple black sweater and a pair of jeans. No holes or rips or tears! And you looked good. Perfect. You wanted to look nice for this dinner, so you could come across as professional. Someone to be trusted with the batfamily’s secret identities.

(Not for Tim. No, certainly not to look good for Tim. Mhmmm. Nope.)

You spent the following few hours getting a tour of the Manor from Tim, who did compliment your outfit, which was not notable or anything, and just hanging out with him and his siblings playing Scrabble. The tour was cool, and Tim only blanched once when you asked where they kept all the bat stuff.

(“Um, Bruce didn’t kill me for having you find out my identity, but if I showed you the Batcave, he’s definitely freak.”

“So it’s a cave? Must be under the house then. That’s pretty sweet.”

“...”

“Is that aspect a secret?”

“Just don’t tell him you know that.”)

As you walked the Manor and played in a Scrabble tournament with the Wayne children, your eyes kept meeting Tim’s. You would both look away, but it was never long before you found the other’s gaze again. It made your heart weirdly full but also made you weirdly nervous.

(This dinner is the last thing directly tying you to Tim. It’s why you got lunch and the whole dating rumor started. After Bruce Wayne gets his say with you, Tim doesn’t have a reason to reach out to you. You could reach out to him, start something more, but does he want that? That look when his bright blue eyes find yours… you hope it’s not wishful thinking to imagine he wants that.)

Duke showed up midway through the Scrabble tournament, but he got to join in.

“It’s round-robin style,” Tim explained as he spelled out l-u-n-a-r off your r-a-t-i-o, “You can join in with whoever finishes next.”

“Only Dick and I made jokes about the fact Robin is literally in the name of the playstyle, if you’d like to immediately hop on that train while you wait,” you added.

Duke laughed at that, and you definitely liked this kid, too. Honestly, other than Damian being a little stuffy, this strange hodge-podge superhero family was quite wonderful.

Tim and Jason won the tournament, tied for most wins. Then Damian, then you, then Duke, then Dick, and then Cass.

“Words are hard,” Cass concluded as you all packed up the boards, and you couldn’t agree more.

“Dinner is about to be served,” Alfred said, stopping in the doorway. “If you all would please head to the dining room.”

You felt yourself tense up a bit at that announcement, and, suddenly, Tim was right next to you. He put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.

“It’s going to be fine. Our secret identities are much less secret than Bruce wants, but there’s not much he can do about you knowing.”

(You felt more tense about this dinner being over and having no excuses to see Tim than the actual meal itself. But that’d be a bit odd to tell him that, probably.)

✹ ✹

Dinner began uncomfortably normally. After you and the rest of the batkids sat down, Bruce Wayne entered and sat at the head of the table. Everyone went quiet as he took his seat, and then he smiled at you.

“Hello, _____. It’s wonderful to finally meet you. How are you?”

This was not the “attempt to reveal our identities and we’ll make your life hell” angle you were expecting.

“I’m, um,” you said, “I’m quite well. I slept great here.”

“I’m glad. It’s been a stressful week, hasn’t it?”

You found yourself laughing a bit too loud and too long at that. When you realized everyone was staring at you—

(Facial expressions. Dick: “oh god, Bruce.” Jason: “lmao.” Tim: “BRUCE THAT IS THE UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR.” Cass: “The shirt really does look lovely.” Duke: “Don’t smile, it’s not that funny, don’t do it, Duke.” Damian: “Ugh.”)

—you closed your mouth.

“Um, yes. Very stressful. I’m honestly looking forward to doing intern-y stuff again, without my life being threatened.”

“Would you mind reminding me what your internship is like?”

So you began to explain your Wayne Enterprises internship to Bruce Wayne, which was very strange. He was paying attention as you explained, asking some questions here and there. Alfred brought out the first course, which was tomato and cheese soup, and, by the time everyone had finished it, you had exhaustively detailed your intern duties. You snuck a glance over at Tim as Alfred took away your soup bowl and placed down the main entrée, fettuccine alfredo with chicken. You were afraid he’d look bored or worried, but he had an easy smile on his face, almost like you were a good dream he was having. That made your heart flutter a bit.

You fiddled with your pasta a moment before looking up to Bruce.

“Mr. Wayne, are we going to talk about the whole Batman thing, or…?”

You could see Tim’s easy smile fade a bit, and the table instantly became a bit more tense. Bruce’s gaze was a little heavier now, and you held up your hands.

“Look, I don’t want to cause any problems. I do not want to get involved in what is your little family activity. I won’t tell anyone your secret identities. I’m not even sure of Cass’s alter ego, honestly, but the rest of you—my lips are sealed.

“I guess I was thinking this dinner was going to be you grilling me on how important it is to keep all this secret and threatening to, like, pull my life apart if I try to tell someone.

“And I’m glad you haven’t done that! Don’t get me wrong. But, uh. I was a little puzzled,” you finished.

Bruce Wayne put down his utensils. He didn’t look angry, but he did look firm.

“_____, I want to make it very clear that, while I expect you to keep our vigilantism a secret, I invited you to dinner primarily as thanks for your help at Wayne Tower. My only plan to mention keeping our identities a secret was to take you aside before you left, after dinner, and remind you of that. I would not threaten you or your life in any way.”

“Oh. Right...” was all you managed before looking sheepishly at your fettuccine. You felt like the limp noodles before you.)

“I understand why you thought that. The safety of my family is more important to me than any secret identity. We’ve lost people before in this line of work—”

(You tried not to think of being eleven years old and hearing Robin had died on the news. You tried not to remember being, what, fourteen, fifteen, and seeing the report that the female Robin seemed to have died in the huge gang wars. Most clearly, you tried to not see the footage of the current Robin, his body bloodied, impaled a year or two ago. Someone draping a blanket over him, and the reporter choking up on camera. You tried not to think of those images. You tried, and tried, and failed.)

“—and the most important thing to me in all of this is that Tim is alive because of you. And I might have lost that fight with Black Mask save Nightwing and Robin coming to help. We owe you a debt, as does Gotham.”

For the second time in the past twenty four hours, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You sniffed and wiped them away, chuckling a little to yourself.

“Can I ask you something, Mr. Wayne?”

“Anything.”

You looked at him, his eyes cool like steel. Set, determined. “Does it ever go away?” you asked.

“Does what go away?” Bruce didn’t even look confused or unimpressed at your remark, just ready to answer once he understood.

(You squeezed your hands together. You could feel the scars from that day at Wayne Tower. The superficial burns were not fully healed, they probably wouldn’t be for months. And after you’d have these swaths of skin on your hands that were wrinkled, lighter or darker than the rest of your hands. And you were going to see those scars every day. For the rest of your life.)

You hoped he would understand. “The fear. The weight. Of all of it. Of everything.”

“No. You can’t stop being afraid, and you can’t ignore the trauma and the pain you’ve experienced,” Bruce said. “But you can, and you will, heal. You’ll learn to not let fear rule you. To accept your past and your pain, to know how to think about it and feel about it without being sucked in.”

(You wondered how much he was speaking to your experience, and how much he was speaking for himself.)

“It’s not easy, it’s not linear. But you’ll get there. With people who care about you supporting you. And if you ever need anything, and I truly mean it, anything, you let us know. Because we will help you too.”

You weren’t sure when you started crying as he spoke, but you were also smiling.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne,” you said, voice only a little hampered by the tears.

Bruce Wayne smiled at you. Batman smiled at you. “Call me Bruce.”

✹ ✹

You were thirteen years old. You were walking in the Downtown Plaza after getting pizza for dinner with some friends. The entrance to the Downtown metro stop was maybe two hundred yards away when a storefront across the street exploded, as did a couple other buildings around the Plaza. Oh. Oh no. A bunch of gunmen ran out from it, grabbing people. There was screaming and dust and smoke and you tripped on something and there’s a man grabbing your arm—

Someone takes your other arm, grabbing your hand, pulling you away from the man as a silver stick (?) came down hard on the man’s shoulder. You leapt back, a vice grip on the person who pulled you away. When you turned to see who it was, you almost jumped again.

Robin—the newest Robin, he’d only been spotted a few times—was holding your hand in his left hand, and a bo staff in his right. The man who’d been after you was collapsed on the ground in front of you, and Robin, without letting go of your hand, tied the guy’s hands. He collapsed the staff, stuck it on his belt, pulled out some kind of little cord which snapped around the guy’s wrists automatically. Woah.

“Hold on, I’m getting you out of here.” He put an arm around your waist, and grabbed a grapple gun from his belt. You had no idea how he could see, but suddenly you were flying through the cloud of smoke. Then, you burst out of the smoke and you landed on the edge of this dust cloud.

“T-thank you,” you managed to say. Robin grinned at you. He looked like he was almost having fun. You guessed that made sense—superheroes liking superheroing!

“No problem. You aren’t hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m—” you gasped as you saw a silhouette in the smoke, towering over Robin’s figure. “LOOK OUT, ROBIN!”

Robin heeded your warning just in time, ducking down as a man swung a metal bat right where his head had been. His reach was so wide it passed a few inches in front of your nose. You leapt back as the man stepped out of the smoke, and you watched as Robin managed to strike him with the bo staff. However, this guy was huge, must be close to seven feet tall, way bigger than the guy who grabbed you earlier. He grimaced a bit as he got hit, but it was going to take a lot to knock the guy out. The tight frown on Robin’s face seemed to confirm that was the case.

Since the giant man was occupied with Robin, you looked around behind you to see if there was anything you might be able to grab to defend yourself. Or… well, that seemed incredibly dangerous.

(But this all was pretty dangerous already, wasn’t it? What’s a little more?)

There was a shattered piece of concrete a few feet away. A piece of rebar from inside it had broken off. You grabbed it, and there was the man’s back, turned towards you. Well, shoot your shot.

You swung the stick right into the man’s groin, and, WOW, that man screamed. The metal bat clattered to the ground. Robin did some super fast jabs, and the guy collapsed.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I’m very grateful you did,” Robin said, “But I should go rescue other people.”

“Yeah, no—I mean, no, or when—you—that’s probably—uh, yes,” you struggled to get out. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Um, yes. You should.”

(Not that it really mattered, but GOODNESS, could your brain work for this once? So you don’t sound like an inarticulate rebar-wielding madwoman? Particularly in front of a very cool superhero? PLEASE!)

Robin smiled at you throughout your efforts to agree with him, taking his grapple gun out again.

“Wait,” you said, taking his hand once more, “I just—thank you.”

He gave your hand a friendly squeeze. “Of course. Thank you.” Then he let go and grappled off, waving to you as he re-entered the cloud of dust and vanished from your sight.

You felt a little star struck after all that, but you turned away from the cloud and started to walk home. Life goes on.

✹ ✹

It had been a week since the dinner, and you hadn’t spoken to Tim. He dropped you home after you finished eating, and you desperately wanted to ask him if he would like to go out sometime or if he wanted to get lunch with you again. Instead, you said “Thank you” as the two of you exchanged very intense eye contact. You didn’t see Tim at work, either, which was to be expected… Different floors and all.

(It didn’t stop a part of you from being disappointed.)

You had tried for an hour to go to sleep and failed. You mind was too awake. It was a relatively nice evening out, so, at one in the morning, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and went up to the roof of the intern housing. The roof door was always open, and you let out an impressed breath as you took in the view.

Old Gotham was one of the prettiest areas in the whole city. Wayne Tower, the Clocktower, the city cathedral, the GCPD headquarters… all within your sight. You pulled the blanket a little tighter. There was the distant wail of sirens, music from a club a few blocks away, but it still seemed quiet somehow.

(You knew why you were up here. You knew. Silly, stupid, and deeply sad.)

You didn’t see anybody, didn’t hear anybody distinctly.

(There was a part of you that thought, maybe, he’d happen to be swinging past your building, that Red Robin would stop as soon as he saw you. He’d rush up to you and hug you tight. It would be nice.)

You pulled out your phone. Opened your messages. Scrolled for a second to find who you were looking for. It was worth a try, right?

You This is random but

You If you happen to be near Old Gotham tonight, I’m on my apartment’s rooftop

You I’d say I was stargazing or something but we live in a city, and I’m just staring into space and thinking

You Couldn’t sleep

You So if you want a break and some company, I’m around

You watched your screen for a second, eager to see if you could see the little “Tim-Drake Wayne is typing…” message to pop up. It didn’t, not even after two minutes of staring as if you could will it into existence. You put your phone away and just looked out again. In many ways, Gotham was an objectively terrible place to live. Like, you know, your workplace exploding and being kidnapped. You’d always dreamt of moving away after college. To another city. Maybe Metropolis, New York City, Boston—somewhere. But moments like these, alone on a Gotham rooftop with the city’s lights all around you, made you want to stay. It was home, after all.

“Can I join in the art of staring into space?” a voice said from behind you. You turned around and couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across your face at the sight of Tim.

“Oh, certainly!” you said. Tim sat down next to you, removing his mask. He looked tired, weary.

“Long night?” you asked.

“Yup. Two burglaries, a mugging, and a bomb defusal. All in an evening’s work,” Tim said, rubbing his eyes. “You texted at the right time. I needed a break.”

“Are most nights like this?”

“No. Well, I don’t always patrol. Sometimes I sit in the cave and work on a case, or I go out but just look for evidence. That’s usually a little less hectic. But when I’m out stopping crime normally, today is pretty par for the course.”

“When do you sleep?” you asked, and you raised your eyebrows as he started to chuckle.

“Sleep is… not a thing I do with much regularity. I try to get four hours in between patrol and waking up. Sometimes, if I’m really exhausted, I take a nap later in the day. It depends.”

“That’s deeply concerning,” you said in response, and Tim shrugged.

“Yeah, I know. It’s on my to do list. ‘Get a normal sleep schedule.’”

“‘Save Gotham (ongoing),’ ‘Get a normal sleep schedule,’ ‘Run a multi-billion dollar corporation…’ What don’t you do, Tim?” you said with a smile. “My to do list is currently ‘My laundry’ and ‘Intern stuff.’”

“There is one thing I meant to do that I haven’t,” Tim replied. You waited for about ten seconds, and he didn’t elaborate. Um. Weird.

“Uh, what would that be?” you prompted. Tim looked… nervous? He was looking at you, and something in his gaze made the whole situation feel a little less goofy and a little more intimate.

“‘Kiss _____,’” he finally said. “That was the last thing.”

You smiled, and then you leaned in and kissed him. At first, you just gave him a quick kiss, pulling back to see his slightly surprised but delighted face. Then, he pulled you closer to him and you kissed again. And again. And again. You ran your fingers through his hair, and his hands traveled down your back to your waist. You were acutely aware of just how strong this boy was when your hands danced across his chest. He was wearing this armored suit and still. Like, damn. You could feel that muscle. The boy was as kind as he was smart as he was ripped, and he was making out with you.

(This was even better than your fantasies. Real life is better. Who knew?)

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat there, letting out what could only be described as an enormous amount of romantic tension, but eventually, you stopped making out. You just leaned your head on Tim’s shoulder as he wrapped your blanket around him as well.

If you looked closely, you could see the sixth floor of Wayne Tower across the street, where you’d stumbled upon an unconscious Red Robin about two weeks ago. That day had ended with you both covered in dirt and blood leaning against each other. With the stars above and blanket around you both, you had to say you preferred this current arrangement.

“Hey, Tim.”

“Hey, _____.”

“I really, really like you.”

“I really, really like you too.”

✹ ✹

bzfd.it/TimWayneGF-proof-twitter PROOF! Tim Wayne IS Going Out With That Intern, And She Pulls No Punches

Despite repeated denials of a relationship, Tim Drake-Wayne, adopted son of Bruce Wayne and the crush of many young Gothamites, is definitely going out with Wayne Enterprises intern, _____ ______. In an amusing tweet, ______ confirmed their relationship.

_______ @_______ me: should I say something about the #timistaken now that we’re actually going out tim: why me: because I’ve had so many things I wanted to tweet that involve you but couldn’t bc we weren’t public tim: sure I guess tim: wait what are you going to tweet 4:29 PM • 7/26/__ 5K Retweets 20.2K Likes

But that’s old news now. What’s fun to watch is her interactions with Drake-Wayne on Twitter. Let’s just say she’s enjoying her newfound public presence.

_______ @_______ guys @timdrakewayne keeps a skateboard in his office at wayne enterprises and has used it to get across the street to get lunch four times this week 5:31 PM • 7/29/__ 7.1K Retweets 30.2K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @_______ the cafe we eat lunch at is 180 feet away from wayne tower. he uses. the skateboard. EVERY 👏 SINGLE 👏 TIME 👏 5:31 PM • 7/29/__ 896 Retweets 10.2K Likes

_______ @_______ me, frantically googling this morning: “should I be worried or endeared when my boyfriend texts me the title of a book he thinks I’ll like at 3:06 am” 8:02 PM • 8/3/__ 1.1K Retweets 10.6K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @_______ Both? Both. Both is good. 8:02 AM • 8/3/__ 302 Retweets 3.3K Likes

Tim Drake-Wayne @timdrakewayne I feel like twitter was a kinder place for me before my girlfriend started exposing me on main 11:03 AM • 8/5/__ 5.1K Retweets 32.6K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @timdrakewayne @ me next time 11:15 AM • 8/5/__ 6.1K Retweets 15.8K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @timdrakewayne also 11:15 AM • 8/5/__ 321 Retweets 5.2K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @timdrakewayne I love you 11:15 AM • 8/5/__ 7.5K Retweets 16.8K Likes

They’ve got a great dynamic. The couple was spotted seeing the new Star Wars movie together last weekend, which gives this last Tweet quote tweeting _____’s reply of “I love you” an extra special meaning...

Tim Drake-Wayne @timdrakewayne I know @_______

__________ @_______ I love you

11:21 AM • 8/5/__ 3.4K Retweets 11.6K Likes

You chuckled at the article Emily had sent you. Buzzfeed was actually amusing for once. You had no idea how they wrote that article so fast. It was noon! The last tweets were from a half hour ago. Had to hand it to them for immediacy. You slurped the last noodle of your lunch. You were eating your at your desk today, some leftover pasta from the spaghetti dinner you’d cooked up for yourself yesterday. No lunch with Tim today, you were both too busy. Still, the banter on Twitter had more than made up for it.

Putting away your tupperware in your bag, you checked your phone before finishing your lunch break. You tapped the home button to see your alerts and smiled softly.

(Oh, how much you loved this boy.)

MESSAGES 11:22 AM Tim Drake-Wayne: I don’t know if you’ve seen my tweet

MESSAGES 11:22 AM Tim Drake-Wayne: but that was a jest because in all seriousness

MESSAGES 11:23 AM Tim Drake-Wayne: I love you

(THAT’S IT! The end. This is so long. I can’t thank you all enough for sticking with this fic, for all the support and lovely messages...!! I hope you’ve enjoyed this. If in the future you’d like to see more of my fics, feel free to follow me or maybe if you’d like to be on a general tag list for Tim fics of mine, reply or dm and I can do that too??? I’m new to reader inserts on here but people do seem to do that. I have an idea for a fic about Tim and a reader who becomes a vigilante… one that involves time travel shenanigans… and some Jason fics too… ANYWAY!! I RAMBLE!! Worse than the reader in this fic’s own thoughts. Thank you so, SO much for reading! All my love to you guys ♡ )

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