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dairy-farmer · 11 months

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I was rereading the 16 November 1581 + snapped Bruce ask. And it made me think.

The first person to find out that Bruce has essentially groomed Tim is Jason. He comes to Gotham with the intention of killing his Replacement only to find out that he's dead. That the one who killed him was his own dad. He feels bad for the kid (but also kinda jealous because he also has read the reports of Bruce beating Jack up).

So the confrontation between Batman and Red Hood becomes different. He mentions of how Batman had favoritism. How he nearly killed the man that killed his last little bird but hadn't even done the same for the Robin before that. He would've liked to be the one to have beaten and killed Robin, such a shame, he tells Bruce.

After that, he notices something off. The manor has always been well-protected. And the security has been upgraded a lot since his return. But after their confrontation, Bruce has upped the security again. He kinda felt offended. It's not like he plans to attack the manor. Alfred and his favorite books are still there after all. So he wanted to piss Bruce off by bypassing the security.

And then he notices it. There's a room in the Manor far more secured than the others. What's odd is that it's in the family wing. It's not the room with the entrance to the cave. It takes a long time for him to get through it. Thankfully, he has the Bats distracted on a wild goose chase all over Gotham

To his surprise, inside the room is none other than his replacement. Alive and looks to be healthy. Tim is also surprised to see Jason. He didn't believe Bruce or Dick or Alfred when they told him his Robin is now a murderous drug lord who wanted to kill Tim. That's ridiculous! It's Robin! He tells Jason as much.

His surprise was enough to daze Jason into a conversation that didn't lead him into falling into Pit Rage. Tim learns of what happened to Jason and vice versa.

When Tim realizes that Jason is heavily traumatized by his death, he gets the great idea to help him the way Bruce has helped him. He'll make Jason forget about the trauma through pleasure.

Ngl, I've run out of fuel. Bruce comes back after Jason and Tim have several rounds of sex. They decide to explore their difference and vent their anger by spit roasting Tim until long after Tim has passed out. Jason agrees to move back home. Dick becomes the last one to find out and was extremely miffed about that and demands that he gets Timmy alone for a month

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!!!!!!! tim is a happily caged little bird in that snapped bruce au!!! he's in good, loving hands who treat him gently and understand that he has been horribly traumatized from the experience with his father. and jason has never really developed the hatred he could've since, in his mind, tim had already been killed (and by his own father no less). reading about tim's "death" further fuels his anger and hatred because he was right!!!

when he finds tim in that carefully protected room- surrounded by soft blankets and pillows, stuffed animals, the floor littered with puzzles and books, and toys jason needs to stop just to make sure he's not actually dead. tim isn't afraid of jason because he knows bruce would never have allowed jason to get this far if he was a threat.

tim has been sweetened by bruce's grooming. he's more affectionate and honest and open, he develops a sort of sixth sense for knowing when bruce needs help feeling better and so he does the same to jason!!!!!

then bruce returning!!!! and find tim in his short little nightdress that's been half ripped open, his little pussy open and on display, puffy and leaking cum while jason curls up behind tim, arms wrapped around his front and lazily fucking his hard cock into tim's little hole because it hugs him so nicely. tim sweaty with his bangs sticking to his forehead and whimpering while pressing a hand down on his womb because he can feel the head of jason's cock battering his insides.

of course bruce has his fill once he gets over his shock and is able to talk to jason because a lot of jason's initial rage and hurt has been spent on fucking tim's pussy. tim whines as they talk, bruce slipping his cock into where jason's softened one has gently flopped out. he grinds into tim's warm, wet little cunt while whispering to jason in a low, hurt voice as they talk. when jason gets angry his tone gets sharper and he snaps his hips harder into tim while bruce's brows furrow in hurt and softly rub at tim's baby clit while pincing his tits.

jason muffles tim's soft whining by shoving his cum streaked cock into tim's mouth. bruce watches tim's plush lips begin gently nursing on the cock half down his throat and shivers with enough arousal to begin fucking a little harder until the wet sound of tim's pussy being fucked is almost drowning jason out.

by the end the two have worked out their differences and bruce is giving jason a soft, look as jason finishes with a grunt into tim's little baby making womb.

dick nearly has a heart attack at the sight of jason fucking tim when he arrives a few minutes later though that sentimental crying doesn't last long before he's pouting and furious at both of them for fucking tim behind his back.

but bruce recognizes the possessive look in dick's eyes and knows that he and jason will be cut out from using tim's pussy for awhile until dick decided they'd suffered enough.

but it's worth it. if it brings his sons closer to him, bruce will gladly return to using his hand until dick offers him use of his youngest son's cunt again.

#anonymous #answered asks #asks #jaytim #brutim #dicktim

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justrandomfanfictionskh · 1 year

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A Blue Bird and a Black Cat pt 12

(Selina decides that Marinette would be better as the Cat than Adrien. Five years, later Dick is very confused about this Lady Noire)

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If you had asked Marinette five minutes ago, if she thought Nightwing would respond to the phrase “I need a distraction,” by jumping on top of a building and doing the Macarena, then she would have laughed and said no. After all up until that point, Nightwing had always been this cool, serious leader, exasperated by Lady Noire’s antics, but kind to her struggles. Sure he had gotten a little snarky while she was taking his measurements, but he had always clearly been a soul of order.

And then she, as Ladybug, had taken control of the battle field, and felt it. The black and blue hero’s energies shifted just as hers had shifted on the roof tops of Gotham. Once she had taken charge, he immediately adapted and the order that was directing his movements became chaos. She told him to lead Dr. Light into the closest intersection anyway possible, while she directed Raven and Robin into setting up her trap.

She was just placing the banana when music began echoing off the buildings. She froze and looked up to see Cyborg blasting music out of his speakers, as he, Beast Boy, and Kid Flash followed Nightwing in an impromptu flash mob. To further draw out the villain, they began taunting the giant light monster as they sang horribly off key.

“What?” she said stunned.

“It’s your fault,” Starfire said landing next to her with a fond if exasperated smile. “You gave told Nightwing to distract him.”

“But why?!”

Starfire just shook her head and said, “That’s just him.”

Ladybug shook her head as she got into position, but she couldn’t stop smiling. It was absolutely hilarious! Suddenly, she was back in the early days, when her powers were exciting, and Chat Noir’s jokes were actually funny and not outright creepy. Back then his chaos would bring joy to the battle field, exciting hope and ease in everyone around him, including her. And then…She shook the thought away. She needed to focus, even if the Lady Noire in her was howling with laughter and begging to join in.

But she couldn’t. She was Ladybug and she had a job to do. So, when the Light Monster raised his fist against the jeering boys, she cried, “Now!”

Raven leapt from her hiding place and summoned her shadow. The black raven seeped into the ground and grew as it began to swallow the giant. The giant started back, but Ladybug threw her yoyo and willed it into a cage blocking the villain off from the surrounding streets. Now there was only nowhere as Robin, Blue Beetle, Starfire, and Raven stood at the head of each street and began to pour their power into the beast. Sensing the danger, the light giant turned to the one he deemed the weakest, and shrunk to his regular size in order to pass through the wires. But as soon as he landed in front of Robin, he stepped on the banana peel and fell backwards into the restraints the vigilante had placed their earlier.

It took Ladybug less than ten seconds to land on the villain and strip him of his miraculous, a yellow and brown bracelet with a gem carved into the head of a lion. In a flash of brown and yellow light, the glowing armor of the avatar was gone, and there lay a man in one of the strangest suits she had ever seen. He immediately began to cry, begging for the magic bracelet. He was blubbering incoherently, begging for the gem, when Robin came forward and knocked him unconscious.

“What was that?” Robin asked. “Usually, Dr. Light has slightly more dignity than that.”

“He was incompatible and unbalanced,” Ladybug explained as she put on the bracelet. “That combined with a magic that is powered by aura and channels cosmic energies, creates a volatile and addictive combination. He must be especially incompatible, to become addicted so quickly. But he’ll be fine. He didn’t have the jewel for long, so it will pass in a few days.”

“Good,” Starfire said, as the rest of the Titans gathered around the subdued rogue. “I’ll begin coordinating search and rescue with the first responders. Kid Flash—”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Starfire,” Ladybug said with a smile, “But that will not be necessary. Here, Miraculous Ladybug!” Ladybug closed her eyes, “Kwami!” she thought, “It’s been too long!”

Pure creation energy poured through her and into her lucky charm filling her to the brim with pure light. Ladybug had often felt that it was one of the most beautiful feelings in the world. It was as if for a few moments she had turned into a ray of light, and was now dancing with all of creation. She opened her eyes to see the waves of magic ladybugs fill the city, but what she found truly spectacular, was the Titan’s reactions. Even Robin was staring in open mouthed wonder as buildings were restored with less effort than blowing out a candle. It was truly a miraculous sight, and no one could deny it.

When the spell had been cast they all turned to Ladybug, but it was Raven who spoke first, her face alight with pure joy. “That was incredible!” Raven cried. “I have never seen so much pure creation energy in one place before. It was so concentrated! How do you maintain that without bursting into flames?”

Ladybug chuckled, “Well it helps, that most of the work is done by the goddess of creation. I’m just the conduit, or grounding rod, the energy is focused through. Tikki does all of the work.”

“But you don't go insane,” Raven said in wonder. “Does that mean…are you an Order Soul?”

Ladybug shook her head, “Sometimes I wish I was. But no. I am a fluid soul that is balanced between order and chaos.”

Raven’s mouth dropped open, and Ladybug thought she might start bowing again. But instead Beast Boy said, “Is that important?”

Raven spun on the green boy in a fury. A manhole cover exploded into the sky as the shadows of her cloak deepened. “Is that important?!” she scowled. And Beast Boy turned into a monkey and went to hide behind Starfire.

Ladybug quickly calmed the girl with a touch on her shoulder. Raven immediately began taking calming breaths, as Ladybug smiled fondly at her. It was not uncommon for magic users and magic creatures to treat her with reverence, and then proceed to defend her against any they deemed disrespectful or dangerous. Apparently, as wielder of the Black Cat, Ladybug, and Guardian of the Miraculous, she had a magic signature that screamed, “Cosmic Power Bow Before Be!” Lady Noire found it hilarious, while Ladybug couldn’t care less so she calmly explained, “There are many different types of souls. Incarnated, ethereal, demonic, and manifested.”

“Technically,” Raven said now that she had composed herself, although there was still an edge of bite to her voice. “I have a demonic soul, but thanks to my time in Azarath, I am also ethereal, making me dual soul capable of wielding both types of magic.”

“So souls can be changed?” Nightwing asked.

“Don’t pretend you understand any of that!” Kid Flash exclaimed.

“Just because you’re small mind in incapable of holding a complex conversation—” Robin began.

“Hey!” Kid Flash yelled.

“Enough!” Starfire stopped them, “Ladybug if you will continue.”

Ladybug smiled and said, “In answer to your question, Nightwing, yes souls can change and quiet easily too. But to keep things on topic, the rarest type of soul is a manifested one. Basically it means that this individual is capable of embodying the ideal and power of one or more of the cosmic forces.”

“The rarest are Order, Chaos, and Fluid,” Raven explained. “Fluid meaning that this person can embody more than one type of cosmic power.”

“So if Order and Chaos are rare,” Cyborg mused eyes widening in wonder, “Then a soul capable of both.”

Ladybug smiled and shrugged, “Apparently, I’m the type of being that only comes along every hundred years. The perfect Guardian as I am incapable of giving preference to one kwami over the other, at least not without becoming imbalanced and falling into a suicidal spiral that destroys my very existence.”

The Titans just stared at her wide eyed and horrified. But Raven just floated forward with shy anticipation. “Can I meet the kwami? If that is out of line, then I—”

Ladybug laughed and smiled. “I’m afraid you can’t meet Tikki or Plagg, since he’s with Lady Noire, and I’m not quiet ready to reveal myself. But you can meet the lion kwami…but perhaps not here…um.”

“You are most welcome to come to Titan’s Tower,” Starfire said serenely. “I have a feeling you and Raven have a lot to talk about. She has been a fan of yours ever since the Justice League—”

“Star!” Raven growled quietly. But Ladybug couldn’t stop smiling. She had nothing but respect for the half demon, especially once she heard about her battle with Trigon. And it warmed her heart to see the powerful magic user act like a teenager. A shy, quiet, but still passionate, and incredible teenager.

“It would be my honor to spend the day with you,” Ladybug said with as much sincerity as she could. “And Raven, I would gladly answer any question that you wish to ask. I myself have been a fan of yours ever since I heard about your battle with the Cult of Cthulhu.”

Raven started in surprise. “But that was years before Trigon. How did you know about that?”

Ladybug just smiled and winked, “Let’s just say I try to keep tabs on those who seem to have…an affinity with my charges. Remind me to introduce you to Nooroo one of these days.”

Raven seemed to have frozen in shock, as Robin sighed, and began directing her back towards the Tower. The rest of the Titans followed suit until chatting and laughing about their latest battle, and how good it felt not to have to rebuild the city…again. Ladybug found herself falling into step with Nightwing as Starfire flew off to explain the magic insects repairing all of the damage to the first responders.

“Nice work back there,” Nightwing said with his usual bright smile.

“Thank you,” Ladybug said returning the expression. “You too, but if I’m being honest, when I told you to lead him into the trap, a macarena flash mob was not what I had in mind.”

“Hey it worked didn’t it!” Nightwing cried with a laugh, “Besides, it’s good to cut loose every now and then, even in battle. If we can’t enjoy our work, then what’s the point of choosing this life?”

“True,” Ladybug mused, as she internally played with her Lady Noire mask. “But is that always how you have fun?”

“No,” Nightwing admitted, “That was a Titan’s special. When I’m with my brothers, we have competitions. Who can take out the most minions, or who can stay in the air the longest.”

“Clever,” Ladybug admitted.

“What does Lady Noire do to keep your missions interesting?”

Ladybug turned and raised an eyebrow at him. His was the face of innocence, even with the domino mask. But she did see the spark of something in his eyes, that told her this was more than just passing curiosity. She did not want to lie to him. So she told him the truth.

“To be honest Lady Noire and I haven’t fought that many battles together. She only took the Cat Miraculous, after the fall of Hawkmoth. The previous holder was…less than compatible. Selina found it absolutely offensive that he was the wielder of the cat, and convinced me to switch users once the battle was done. After that…well between rebuilding the Order of Guardians, her commissions, and the quest for the Miraculous, well…you can see how things can get in the way of team bonding.”

Nightwing nodded but his brow was furrowed in concern, “I see. But you still get the time to interact right. I mean teamwork only works if—”

“I can assure you Nightwing,” Ladybug said and she couldn't stop the amusement from seeping into her voice. “Lady Noire and I get every possible moment we can together. I doubt you will ever find a team more in sync than us.”

Nightwing nodded in consideration studying her carefully before catching her off guard. “Are you too sisters?”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s just…well, I’m trying to picture you without the mask, and it seems to me that you too could be related. You look so much alike. And you two seem really close despite not being together often. So…”

Ladybug grinned. She couldn’t help it. Whether he realized it or not, Nightwing was subconsciously recognizing her. And in battle he had filled the role of chaos so well, that she barely felt any changes in her energies even after pouring out so much creation. The Lady Noire in her just wanted to rip off her mask and laugh at his reaction. The Guardian wanted to maintain their strict anonymity. But in the end she was Ladybug. So, she just smiled and said,

“Lady Noire and I are not sisters. But I doubt it would be possible for anyone to know each other as well as we do, or to be closer in mind, body, and soul. And before you ask, we’re both straight.”

“Ah!” Nightwing said in both satisfaction and confusion. They went on in companionable silence. Swinging between the buildings, as the rest of the Titans flew or ran beside them. It only took three swings for Ladybug to notice, how in-sync she was with Nightwing. They danced on top of the buildings in a perfect rhythm. And when one did a trick, the other complimented them with perfect timing. The other Titans watched in wonder and awe. And more than once they thought, “are we sure Dick can’t fly?”

Dick collapsed onto the couch of the Titan’s Tower, exhausted. The kwami of the Lion Miraculous, Rexi, was adorable. But being around them seemed to amplify the worst qualities of the rambunctious teens. Mainly, Garth’s natural ability to get into trouble, Bart’s competitive edge, and Damian’s incessant need to adopt every cute animal he saw. And Rexi was probably one of the cutest things within a ten mile radius at the moment.

So as Dick was caught up wrangling the boys, the girls had disappeared into Raven’s room leaving him and Vic to keep the Tower together all by themselves. They were going to owe him for this. It was supposed to be a quiet weekend away from the crazy! Only now he had fought a giant light monster. Met Lady Noire’s elusive partner. And spent the entire afternoon trying to keep his brother from pissing off probably one of the most important magic leaders in the world. He just wanted to sleep!

But before he could pick himself up to drag his sagging body into his room, someone popped themselves beside him. He cracked an eye and saw Kori smiling at him. “I’m sorry about your weekend,” she said with her gentle smile. Dick groaned but flashed her a smirk to let her know that he wasn’t holding it against her.

“I should have known something like this would happen,” he said sitting up. “A mask asking for a day off is just asking for the apocalypse.”

Kori hummed in agreement before saying, “Ladybug seems nice. I told her about her standing invite to join the Justice League. She said Hippolyta already told her. Apparently the Queen of the Amazons trained her in her dreams, since neither of them could leave their homes during the Reign of Hawkmoth. Did you know she was one of the first Ladybug’s in history?”

“Kori,” Dick said, “I didn’t even know there were such a thing as Miraculous until Lady Noire stole one from the Gotham Museum. Right under my nose by the way!”

Kori laughed and nodded, “Yeah she told us about that too. She also told me the Lady Noire is very interested in getting to know the Waynes. Especially, certain members, who might need a few lessons in fashion. Which Lady Noire would very eagerly like to give.”

Dick shook his head, in an attempt to hide his growing grin. “Lady Noire is a pain in my ass.”

“And you weren’t a pain in mine when you were flirting with me?”

“Exactly! I’m supposed to be the one teasing! This is new territory for me.”

“In a bad way or a good way?”

Dick shrugged and ran a hand through his growing hair. “I don’t know Kor. She’s an amazing woman, funny, talented, kind, badass, beautiful. But whenever I’m around her, I can’t help but feel as if I’m missing something. It’s like looking at a puzzle, and you just know your missing a piece, but you have ten pieces left so you have no idea which one it is!”

“Have you tried talking to her about it? Maybe if you got to know her? You know…ask her on a date, or something.”

“I don’t even know if she’s interested in that. Last time we talked, I kinda got the impression that she’s had a bad experience with relationships.”

“So take it slow,” Kori said standing, “And get some sleep before heading back to Bludhaven, or Gotham, or wherever you’re based these days. And hey, if it doesn’t work out with Lady Noire, I have a feeling Ladybug might be interested too.”

Dick blinked in astonishment, “Seriously?”

Kori nodded with a smirk, “I think you impressed her with you dance moves. So, congratulations, you have successfully gained the interest of the two most influential magic users in the known galaxy! And if you mess it up with either of them, I think Raven is going to send you straight to hell. Good luck!”

Dick just stared out the window as Kori walked away laughing to herself. What was he even supposed to be doing with that information…Sleep. He needed sleep. With his luck this would all end up being some sort of crazy dream, and he’d wake up back in his Bludhaven apartment. But even as he tromped towards his usual room, he couldn’t help but think, “God, I really hope this isn’t a dream.

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Chapter Five: Paris Revealed (Stories/Memories)

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Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?

“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.

“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.

“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.

“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.

“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.

“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.

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“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.

“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.

“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.

“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.

“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.

“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.

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After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.

“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.

“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.

“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-

“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.

“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-

“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.

“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.

“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.

“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-

“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…

“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-

“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.

“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.

“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.

“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?

“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.

“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.

---

Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.

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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.

———

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.

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watchtower-feed · 4 years

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What You Want

Anon: ...Can I request a Bruce x fem!reader smut, with Bruce having been exposed to sex pollen while fighting a villain during one of his night patrols and reader being Bruce's ward who's been harboring a crush on him, and who decided to help him through the patch? Cue to Bruce facing various dilemma but reader is 100% consenting to help him... Notes: NSFW I think we can all agree that after part 13 we all deserve some smut. This almost had some Jason phone sex. Almost. Words: 2,316

Bruce can’t get the image of you out of his head. An hour after patrol, he was still in the cave in front of the computer when you walked back in after taking a shower. A towel was lazily pressed against your breast and hang down only to cover half of your body.

Your skin was highlighted by the artificial light bouncing off of your still wet body, droplets of water were sliding down your curves agonizingly slowly. But what caught his eyes in an instant was the obvious redness of your face.

You were breathing through your mouth and he could see your chest rising and falling. Your eyes were half-open, your lashes damp, your lips quivering when your shivering voice calls out to him.

“Bruce… I think something’s wrong with my body.”

Batman is now standing in the dead center of Poison Ivy’s greenhouse after having just trashed the place from your last patrol. He had apologized before but now he had come back to ask for a favor.

“Fix it.”

Ivy should have expected less formality and more crass. She already knows why Batman is here.

“The only way to get rid of it is by having sex with the girl,” she replies bored, tending to her plants. She would’ve thought the greatest detective on Earth would’ve deduced such a thing from the name alone.

When she doesn’t hear a reply she suspects that he’s left. But she looks to make sure anyway. Ivy’s surprised to find Batman still there and standing… awkward? She laughs out loud.

“What’s wrong? Can’t get it up?”

Batman walks away from Ivy but takes his time on his way back. When he pulls up in the cave, you’re already waiting for him in his chair, a little calmer, breathing better.

“You don’t look happy. I’m guessing Ivy didn’t want to help.”

Bruce tries to avoid your gaze as he moves slowly toward you.

“How are you feeling?”

“Just… embarrassed, I guess.” You laugh. “Did she at least say what it was that I inhaled?”

Bruce purses his lips. As a father figure, he feels he shouldn’t tell you. But as a man constantly in the pursuit of truth, he does. “Sex pollen.”

You feel the heat rise up to your cheeks coming from the depths of your core. “Wh-what?” you say nervously, trying to mask it with some laughter. “Has Dick or Jason ever been hit with this thing? What did you do?”

Bruce coughs, visibly uncomfortable. “Not to my knowledge but if they did--” he pauses.

If they did? They would’ve gotten rid of it on their own…Bruce wouldn’t know.

An awkward silence stands between you. “Bruce,” you say out loud but your lips are quivering and you can feel the heat traveling to the tips of your fingers. You reach out to try and tug back his cowl.

But the moment freezes you. Are you willing to risk this step? You may be drugged up on sex pollen but once you make this move, there will be no turning back.

You take your hand back instead and try to hide your nerves with a chuckle. “I guess I’ll call Dick and ask. Goodnight!”

You jump up from the chair and swiftly kiss Bruce on the cheek, something you’ve always done, but when you’re pulling back this time, it feels as if time has slowed down, tempting you to take his lips next.

You clamp your mouth shut and quickly leave the cave, your heart is pounding as you rush through the manor to reach your room. Quickly, you lie in your bed and grab your phone. Your finger hovers over Dick’s number.

You can’t actually call Dick about something like this. It would be too awkward.

You dial Jason instead. It only rings twice before he answers.

“Good evening, my favorite bird.”

Jason’s teasing voice suddenly riles up your insides and you suddenly can’t think straight again.

“Sex… pollen.”

When Jason heard the first word, he didn’t know what to expect. After hearing the whole thing, he almost choked.

“Give me five minutes to wrap this up. Then I’ll call you ba--”

Jason doesn’t even finish his own sentence before he hangs up. There was a sense of urgency in his voice and you mentally hit yourself for not thinking that he might be on patrol. Of course, he would be on patrol. Jason never takes a night off.

When your phone rings, the vibrations it made on your bed reminds you of your current predicament.

“Are you lying down?” is the first thing Jason says before you could say hello.

“Y-yess…”

“Fuck. You’re already shivering. Okay, Y/N. You just gotta do as I say, okay?”

“Mm.”

“You gotta touch yourself.” Your eyes widen at his order. “How many hours has it been since you’ve been hit?”

“I… I don’t know. 3 hours?”

“Okay. Fairly normal. You still have some control. And I know you’re sexually active so--”

“Jason!”

“Don’t worry I don’t judge. Also, you’re not very good at hiding your string of lovers all over Gotham.”

You close your eyes and bite your lips. This is not how you expected this conversation to go at all.

It’s not like you actually had sex with them. You just wanted to forget Bruce. Forget you’re his ward and forget that you’re in love with him. Whenever the touching started, you would always imagine it’s his hands caressing your body and his lips roaming your skin. But the moment you open your eyes, you feel repulsed and you run away.

“Y/N, you still there?”

“Ye--… yeah.”

“Like I was saying you, sex pollen gets worse the longer it stays in your body. It takes away inhibition-- like alcohol-- but these are spores that settle in your system--”

“Ewwww.” You sit up suddenly because that information is enough to put your inhibitions back up.

He chuckles, “Right? Anyway, it’s weakness is dopamine. Just flood your body with it and you’ll be all good in no time.”

“So it doesn’t… necessarily have to be sex?”

“Nope. When people’s inhibitions are low they resort to their primal instincts and everyone’s most primal one is mating. But from experience...” you wait and when Jason finally speaks again, he’s fake whispering. “A good lay after patrol really takes the edge off.”

You want to groan and cuss at him but his low voice is only making you wet.

“Jason… can you… pretend to be Bruce for me?”

Jason knows about your crush since the first day Batman brought you to the cave. You were shocked and terrified and you would not let go of his cape. It got to the point where Bruce had to lie in bed with you, in his suit, until you fell asleep. Even then, your sleeping form wouldn’t let him go.

He and Dick thought it was just a phase everyone goes through every time they first encounter the magnitude and safety emitted by Batman’s presence. But the more he watched how you handle yourself around Bruce, as Batman and as himself, the more your infatuation had evolved.

“It doesn’t have to be him, Y/N. It’s just mastur--”

“Jason… please.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. When he first confronted you about your crush and he became your only confidant, he never expected to be put in this kind of situation somewhere down the line.

He coughs and puts his hand over his phone. He practices a few times before he finally speaks again, as best he can, adopting Bruce’s voice.

“Y/N.”

You feel guilty. You’re biting your lips and closing your eyes because you know this is wrong. Unfair to Jason. Not enough for you. And completely an injustice to Bruce.

But you can’t help it. You can already see Bruce’s eyes looking down at you, his muscular body hovering over you, built shoulders trapping you, and his knees caging your hips. His eyes are glazed over and his jaw is tight, clenching his teeth.

You reach up to touch his face and your eyes widen when you come in contact with skin.

“Bru--”

His hand covers your mouth gently and hushes you, blowing hot breath on your cheeks.

“Y/N, want me to keep going?”

He takes his hand away and takes your phone. He places it near your mouth.

“I... I’m good now, Jason. Thank yo--”

Bruce hangs up the phone and throws it on the floor.

He’s no longer touching you in any way but his body is still hovering over you. When you look at him, his face is flushed red, sweat dripping down the sides of his head, and his eyes are narrowed and staring at you. “Bruce, you’re...”

“Some of it got on me… when I helped you.”

The pollen had fallen on you when you crashed into Ivy’s greenhouse. Batman quickly made sure you were okay but you had already inhaled some of it. You suddenly remember coughing as he helped you stand up.

“You-- you want me?” you couldn’t help asking. He had come from Ivy’s greenhouse, he could have tracked down Selina, could have called any one of his past lovers, but right now, he’s with you.

You watch Bruce’s eyes narrow, “I… I… What am I doing…”

Bruce starts to lift himself off but you grab his arms to keep him there. “It’s okay--”

“I’m taking advantage of you.”

You shake your head, “Bruce, I consent. I want to do this-- I want to do this with you!”

His eyes narrow, full of disbelief, “That’s the pollen talking--”

“No-- it’s me. I’ve always--”

“Don’t,” he interrupts you quietly, resting his forehead against yours. “Don’t say it.”

Your wide eyes shift around as you try to understand him. “Why not?” you whisper.

Bruce knows. Of course, he knows. How could you have been so stupid to think you’ve hidden this so well, or underestimated Batman and thought you could hide it at all.

You purse your lips and you glare at the impossible man above you. “I want you, Bruce. I’ve always wanted you.”

Bruce’s eyes widen and they search your face for any hint of a lie, a forced confession brought on by the pollen. But he couldn’t find any.

“Okay.”

You stare at him with disbelief but your hands are already reaching up and wrapping around the back of his neck. “Just okay?”

You pull him down and he lets you. His lips hover over yours and you stop breathing.

“Y/N.”

His voice. His own voice. The husky sound that crawls on your skin and invades your body.

As soon as Bruce kisses you, the pollen takes over.

Your hands are gripping each other’s bodies. Fingers and nails digging into the skin. Hips pressing against each other. You’re getting wetter and Bruce is getting harder.

He sits up and quickly takes off his shirt and his pants. You don’t have to time admire his naked form because he’s already undressing you. You’re almost surprised by how quickly and expertly he does it. But that’s not what you want to focus on right now.

Before Bruce can take over, you want to make a claim. You sit up only to bend over and take his cock into your mouth. The sudden feeling of warmth and wetness makes Bruce grip your shoulders, veins popping out of his arms as he controls his hold and his desire to buck his hips hard.

You take your time tasting him, sucking on him, and playing with him using your tongue. Every time you press the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock, his fingers dig deeper into your skin.

When you hear him growl, you finally release him with a popping sound that vibrates in the silent room. Before you can look up, Bruce pushes you down against the bed. His eyes are wide open and he’s baring his teeth. You’ve never seen Bruce on the verge of losing control.

You touch the side of his cheek, “Bruce. I want this.”

You watch his face soften for a millisecond before the face of an animal returns. But his features are much tighter now. More in control.

“Turn around.”

Bruce controls himself and lets you flip your body over without his help. But as soon as your forearms are supporting you, he grips your hips and you can feel his hard cock against your pussy.

You’re soft and wet and Bruce grunts as he enters you. When your warmth completely covers him his nails dig deep into your skin, making you flinch and release a long moan as the pain and pleasure diffuse each other.

You smother your head into the sheets and bite through it. Bruce is fucking you without reservation, reaching all the way inside, making your hips slam against the mattress. The tighter you get, the faster he moves, hungry and relentless.

You grip the sheets. “Bruce--!”

Suddenly he stops. The sudden pause lets you catch up with your breath and relax your heartbeat but it’s also making the blood rush to your head. Before you can say anything, he slowly pulls out and gently turns you around so he can look at you.

He looks different. There’s no more hunger there, no more frustration, the pollen has worn off. You stare at him frozen, afraid of what he’ll say next.

But Bruce doesn’t say anything.

Instead, he bends down and kisses you. Gentle. Long. Meaningful. When he pulls away a few inches, his eyes are hooded over and his voice is low and soft.

“I want to see you.”

Bruce watches your eyes glaze over as you slowly take in his words. When you nod, he kisses you again. This time when he enters you, there’s no more pollen to demand it. It’s just you and him.

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dcnatural · 4 years

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What Hides In The Dark

Anonymous requested: Hello. May I request a imagine about Tim Drake being a werewolf and only his S/O can calm the wolf down if he lose control (this purely inspired by a fic lol).

Word Count: 1423

Pairing: Werewolf!Tim x Reader

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Tim Drake, is a werewolf, and when he escapes, it’s up to you to make sure he’s safe

The full moon was high in the Gotham sky, it’s pale silver glow illuminating the city bellow. The streets were silent at this time of the night, save for the occasional rumbling of a passing car. Most law abiding citizens would never, under any circumstance, leave their houses after the sun disappeared below the horizon. The nights belonged to the criminals and the vigilantes.

And to you. You didn’t belong to any of the two categories, but you still had your place in the darkened streets. Always lurking somewhere in the middle of the good and the bad, you wandered by this cursed city way past midnight, looking for the beings of shadow and fear. If the vigilantes kept the city safe from thieves and murderers, you kept it safe from demons and monsters.

Despite sharing the cover that the darkness offered, the worlds of nature and magic barely ever crossed paths. It wasn’t your duty to fight serial killers, and it wasn’t Batman’s duty to send ghosts back to where they had come from. You didn’t even know if he acknowledge the parallel battle happening in the city.

Your mission had been passed to generation after generation of your family. Your bloodline possessed the rare ability to see behind the mask of reality, and considered their sacred duty to keep the supernatural at bay. You lived to protect the others from what they couldn’t see.

But sometimes, fate had a funny way of uniting people. Murderer by day, werewolf by night, Kyle Abbot had proven himself a menace in all forms. It was investigating Abbot that you first ran into Robin. The chemistry was explosive. You didn’t believe in love at first sight before, but it was the only way to explain what had happened in the moment your gaze crossed his.

The two of you had a lot in common: both were warriors fighting the battle against the darkness, living a secret life surrounded by mysteries and lies. Neither of you had many friends, and in each other, you and him found companionship. You should have known better. You should have seen it coming. For you knew that no good things happened when magic and nature mingled.

During the fight, the werewolf’s claws pierced Robin’s suit, scratching the skin. After the police had Abbot under custody, you immediately treated Robin’s wounds. But it was too late, the damage had been done: in the next full moon, he would be transformed into a wolf and there was nothing you could do to stop that. In a strange way, his new condition brought the two of you closer. You began to meet him daily, going out every day after class. He trusted you with his real identity, and you trusted him with yours.

In the days leading to his first shifting, you arranged a safe space, a place he could stay when his bones cracked to accommodate his new form, and his hair grew to cover his whole body. You kept Tim company during the full moons. You protected him and prevented him from doing harm to others. Even in his irrational wolf form, he began to bond with you: his animal self becoming loyal to you.

But even the best engineered cages sometimes fail, and that's how you found yourself running around Gotham, following the trail of bloody footprints staining the gray concrete. You found him cornered against the wall of a dead end, a huge wolf with reddish-brown fur, jaw open, revealing the sharp fangs, and claws ready to attack. Blocking the entrance of the alley, there was a man wearing a black suit with a blue, bird-shaped design in his chest. He wielded escrima sticks, ready to defend himself from the creature.

“Dick!”, you shouted, not needing to see the man’s face to recognize him as Tim’s adoptive brother. “Don’t hurt him!”

Nightwing turned, and the moment his eyes left the wolf, the animal jumped on top of him, it’s weight bringing him down.

“Tim! No!”, you commanded, voice slightly unsure. What if he doesn’t listen to me?

But he did. The creature’s head snapped in your direction, eyes glowing yellow like embers. A thick thread of saliva hang from its open mouth, dripping into Nightwing’s cheek.

“Tim”, you tried again, testing if he was indeed reacting to your words. The wolf blinked expectantly. “Please, I need you to back away.”

There was a beat of silence, but then he slowly let go of his older brother. You smiled and nodded at Tim, and gave a tentative step towards him. His fur bristled up and quicker than your eyes could register, he ran past you, disappearing between the buildings and cars.

Dick pushed himself back onto his feet. “What did you do to my brother?”, he inquired, anger making his skin burn red. He towered over you, and your heartbeat quickened.

“What?”, you exclaimed. How dare he blame me for this? “How is this my fault?”

He poked your chest with a gloved finger. “He starts dating a witch and suddenly he became a werewolf? I’m pretty sure it’s your fault.”

“I’m not a witch”, you said through gritted teeth. “I can use magic, but I’m not a witch.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just undo whatever you have done.”

“I did nothing!” And then realization hit you. “You didn’t know, did you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Tim never told you or Bruce that he is a werewolf.”

A unreadable expression took over Dick’s face. “How long? How long has he been like this?”

Your lips curved in a pitiful smile. “Six months. It’s kind of what brought us together.”

He closed his eyes, rubbing a finger in his forehead. You had noticed Bruce did the same thing when thinking. Finally, he sighed. “I’m sorry I accused you. But we need to find him, before someone hurts him.”

“Or he hurts someone”, you completed.

* * *

It took half an hour for you to find Tim again. For a large animal, he was surprisingly good at hiding. Fallen leaves in shades of brown, red, yellow and orange covered the ground of Robinson Park. Chewing noises came from a bush, and you ran the remaining distance. Crouching on the grass, the wolf devoured a blood covered bunny.

You approached him carefully. “Timmy”, you called and once more, he stopped what he was doing to look at you. You took a deep breath and kneeled on the ground, so your face would be level with his. Your actions were measured, you were afraid of scaring him away once more.

His animalistic gaze held yours and you dared to reach a hand out. It hang awkwardly in air for a second, before Tim moved forward, burying his snout on your palm and licking it greedily. You raised your other hand to caress his ears and he barked, seemingly at ease.

“Good boy”, you whispered.

Nightwing handed you the collar and leash he had picked over during your search. And while you hated having to use those on Tim, you had to agree it was the best way to bring him back to your hideout.

Making Tim walk back into the cage was complicated, as he would often try to race after passing cars or pick fights with street dogs, but after a long journey, you and Dick managed to successfully secure Tim inside it. You checked the padlock twice, and cast a spell just to be sure, before turning your back to the cage.

“I should go”, Dick said, running the back of his hand along his forehead to clean the droplets of sweat that had formed during the mission. “I’ll talk with him tomorrow.”

“Try not to judge too much. I know it’s complicated and unusual, but he’s still the same person he was before”, you told him before waving your goodbyes.

Once Dick was gone, you sat on the wooden rocking chair you usually used and stayed awake until the sun rose. You always hated seeing the transition: the cries of pain that escaped Tim’s throat made your heart break. He blinked once, then twice, his brain adjusting to the return of his human senses.

“Hey, you”, you said, rising to open the door.

“Hey”, Tim answered, his voice sore and sleepy. He stumbled onto his feet and hugged you, head resting on your shoulder. “Thank you.”

“What for?”, you inquired.

“For being here. For helping me.”

You smiled and kissed him. “It’s you and me, Tim Wolf. You and me against the world.”

#tim drake imagine #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #red robin imagine #werewolf!tim #a.k.a. tim wolf #tim drake #au #reader #dc

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red-winters · 4 years

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*Batfam fic-recs

*Some are Tim Drake Centric

**Some links are not working in mobile (and ONLY mobile) for some reason? And some titles that were bolded in the original post are ALSO not displaying on mobile correctly. Idk what to do about that, but you can still look up the fic, I guess.

The Bat’s Crest - livierambles

Note: I will always keep recommending this fic. It’s epic, thrilling, and hilarious and sometimes angsty. Also, everyone is confused, including the ones doing the confusing. Maybe especially the ones doing the confusing. Also, some Tim and Damian bonding, which is always nice.

Summary: Tragedy strikes the hero community when Bruce Wayne commits a crime so heinous even the best start asking for blood. However, as the heroes try to recover from the hit and carry out justice for their friends, a random assortment of people start acting oddly, including the current Speedy Tim Drake, a child hostage in Gotham, and a young man from an unremarkable circus amongst others. All of them seem intent on saving Bruce Wayne from the grasp of the Justice League for no apparent reason, going as far as betraying their previous allegiances.

Unknown to the Justice League, these people are equally confused. Clearly they're stuck in another dimension, but how do they get back? How did they even get here? Who else is stuck in this world? And how long will Tim's patience last? Back home, the Bat was a planetary symbol that struck fear in the hearts of criminals. In this new world, it has no meaning, save for the handful of stranded souls.

In the Shadows - Kieron_ODuibhir

(shortened) Summary:

“I’m not like you.”

The cowl still looked like something he was wearing, but Clark knew it was not. It flexed like skin when Batman narrowed his blank white eyes and said, “I can see you know that.”

Chirp - AmariT

Summary: Every piece of the signal Tim unlocked revealed more locks, and by the time he broke through the last one, he was already mentally rehearsing his many upcoming talk show appearances. 'Yes,' he told the interviewer, 'it was difficult for me, a ten-year-old genius, to break open the worldwide alien conspiracy. That's why it took a whole hour.'

When the crackling audio started, he expected some weird alien language. Maybe squawks and high-pitched squeals mixed with musical woofs. Maybe they wouldn't talk at all, and images would beam directly into his mind. Maybe they'd talk in practiced English with a Midwestern drawl like their other resident alien.

Instead he heard a low, guttural voice growling out of his computer speakers. "Robin," it said. "Are you in position?"

A Better Cage - Mangaluva

Note: I was absolutely DELIGHTED to see a Young Justice Crossover with the Justice Lords (Earth-50) from the animated Justice League series, which is near and dear to my heart. I admit I haven’t really had much time to hunker down and read this, but even skimming, it’s an intriguing piece of work. Also, Justice Lords.

Summary: Wally's grateful to have woken up at all, really. He just doesn't know what to make of the world he's woken up in. At least they want to find a way to his world as much as he does, if not exactly for the same reasons...

Common People - AmariT

Note: The Bat boys are all Bruce’s blood sons, but it still feels very much like a found family. I haven’t really read everything in this series, but I feel the author has an amazing grip on all the characters. Lovely and heartwarming.

Summary: His whole life, Jason’s mom had told him his dad was Bruce Wayne, but he’d never been dumb enough to actually believe it. They lived in a rundown, one-room apartment in the worst part of town, and in every single picture he’d ever seen of that rich bastard he was wearing a suit or sipping champagne worth more than everything they’d ever owned.

But if he wasn’t Bruce Wayne’s kid, then what the hell was he doing sitting outside the man’s office in Wayne Towers?

Red Robin and the Hood - momoejaku

Note: Haven’t read this in a while, but it made an impression. Though it’s a fic set during the Red Robin arc, it very much is about both Tim and Jason. Plus, it fleshes out the Pru and Z a bit more, too.

Summary: Bruce Wayne is dead. Superman brought back his body, and the family mourned him, holding a quiet funeral in secret so that the legacy of Batman could live on. But not everyone has been able to put him to rest.

Reeling from the loss of Bruce, his identity as Robin and his trust in his family, Tim Drake sets out on a personal quest that will take him across the world to prove what he knows in his heart: that Bruce Wayne is alive.

Though intending to make his way alone, Tim reluctantly accepts help from his predecessor, Jason Todd, who knows from personal experience that death is not always as final as it seems.

Together, they are Red Robin and the Hood.

Liminal Spaces - Calamityjim

Note: Skimmed this only since I’ve been busy, BUT it does look well-written, and I’m always a sucker for alternate dimension/dimension travel intervention-type of fix-its. It’s a very specific trope.

Summary:

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

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

Little Bird’s Vengeance - KatHarkness-Katara

Note: Crossover with Avengers. Awesome fic with Tim and Jason and some Outsider POV (via the Avengers) of these dimensional stragglers. I think Tim’s team shows up in the later chapters, too. If you’re reading on mobile, it’s still very much worth reading despite FF.net’s horrible format and abundance of advertisements in the mobile version.

Summary: Why is life never simple? Red Robin's ended up worlds away from home once again, and now what's he to do? What do the Avengers want from him; do SHIELD have another agenda; and is there any way back? Pre-New 52. No slash. Rated for inevitable language/violent themes.

A Displaced Red Robin - dragonprincess1988

Note: Worth reading despite FF.net’s horrible format and abundance of advertisements in the mobile version. Well-written fic! EMOTIONS! I love them. Younger Dick Grayson is adorable, Tim is a competent fixer-upper for other people but not so much himself. He’s kind of angsty and making YJ Dick want to keep him (and YJ Bruce, too, if you read between the lines). On the plus side, seems like he’s making good friends with Young Justice Roy. This fic was written before certain episodes of YJ came out, though, and the fic reflects/will continue to reflect that. Still, I give it five stars.

Author’s Summary: Tim gets transported to the cartoon Young Justice world, and he's not sure he knows how to deal with it. Attention: If you want to know about Artemis or people from Tim's world the final note on my profile is for you. Also, a special thank you to angel-gidget over at Tumblr, who made the wonderful cover art for this story.

The Till-then From the Ever Since - Keiron O_Duibhir

Note: Fandom classic. Definitely a must-read for Batfam fans, in my humble opinion.

Summary: It began, or seemed to begin, with Jason.

Usually that would have meant something in the order of fire and explosion and probably at least one gunshot wound, but for once (as Tim said, sourly), it wasn't actually Jason's fault.

The Wayne Family Ghost - pupeez4eva

Note: Please read this. Especially if you’re sad or anxious or just have time. I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s my go-to cheer-up fic. Absolutely hysterical.

Summary: In which Bruce realizes that having a legally dead son, who regularly hangs around the family, might be slightly problematic.

Bloodline - chibi_nightowl

Note: Complicated family dynamics, this time centering around Tim, Selina, Bruce and, surprisingly, Damian. Jason and Dick make an appearance as supportive big bros, too. It works. Take a read, it isn’t that long.

Summary:

“Mr. Drake, I can’t think of a better way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt. This file is for your first adoption. By the Drakes.”

Tim blinked. “My what?”

“You were adopted as a newborn by Jack and Janet Drake.”

“Excuse me, but what the fuck are you talking about?”

Talon!Tim AU Series by keeptogethernow

Note: Found family, from a different angle. Cool fic and well-written.

Summary of Tso’ape Mumbichi, first in the series: Ten years ago, two people made a deal with the devil--unlimited funds in exchange for their child. And now it's time to pay up. But there's no way to ensure that the child will cooperate.

Shutterbug Series by goldkirk

Note: Exactly what it says on the tin! Found family.

Summary:

Tim Drake is thirteen, runs the famous BatWatch blog that has spiraled hilariously out of control, has absentee parents that suit his purposes just fine, is training himself to run the streets at night, and is doing absolutely peachy, thank you.

Alfred and Jason disagree, and get Dick and Bruce involved in figuring out their weird next door neighbor kid’s life. Everything goes uphill from there.

Thursday’s Child - anthalogia

Note: Well-written and has found family and Tiny!Tim? Automatic win.

Summary:

He’s not the first child with nowhere else to go that Bruce Wayne has taken in. Dick Grayson was the first and the most high-profile – because no one would have thought Bruce Wayne was interested in ever raising a child, let alone the orphaned son of circus performers – but Jason was maybe just as much of a shock to society for being a street kid who came out of seemingly nowhere. Tim Drake is ordinary by comparison – his parents died in a plane accident. He can’t think of anything very special about him except that he met Bruce a few times when his parents hosted parties to keep in touch with Gotham society.

Or, tiny Tim Drake is adopted by the Waynes a little earlier than scheduled.

We’re Not Driving (How did we get here?) - TimTheToaster

Note: Short and sweet, a little angsty, and then very sweet.

Summary:

Tim stared at his phone, as if that would change what was on the screen.

Dick Grayson @FlyingDGrayson

It took some doing, and in some cases a little blackmail, but we've finally got the whole family together for a movie night! #WayneManor #movienight #familytime #schedulingisanightmare

15 minutes ago

Take It Back Now Y’all - TimTheToaster

Note: And Tiny!Jason has made his appearance. Also, Tim, I am begging you to please take care of yourself—ah, Bruce has made his appearance. Interesting. Also, I gotta say this author is good.

Summary:

There was absolutely no way this sunshine was from Gotham in April.

Not possible.

Which meant, Tim was no longer in Gotham, in April.

(In which Tim finds himself in the past, and tries to do the right thing. It's more complicated than he'd like.)

Takes a Little Time, Takes a Lotta Twine (To Get Us Back Together) - TimTheToaster

Note: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, beginning of reconciliation, and brotherhood. A satisfying, cathartic moment during the Red Robin arc to soothe your heart.

Summary:

Tim was in Gotham.

Tim had pretty specifically been avoiding thinking about Dick as much as possible for the last few weeks.

For the last year, really. No need to open that can of carnivorous worms.

Dick had other plans.

Everybody’s Heard (Bird is the Word) - TimTheToaster

Red Robin Era ANGST, but like, deliciously well-written. Also, protective Dad Bruce is always epic. Light bashing of Green Arrow and BC, though. But considering the situation (in this fic), kind of warranted.

Summary:

5 times Batman heard other heroes talking about his wayward brother,

And 1 time they were talking about his son.

A Choice to Make - scorbusfics

Note: fresh and interesting premise! Cool world building, too.

Summary: They have to choose. Dick and Bruce have to choose one person each to save, and one to disappear through the door.

“Send one of us,” Dick says fiercely, not for the first time. His face is dark and angry and desperate, eyes flicking from brother to brother. “Send one of us instead. I won’t choose.”

“Neither will I,” Bruce says.

But Tim knows.

Secret Places - RenaRoo

It’s ANGST, but the author knows how to use it well. Also, Jason’s line at the end killed me. Damn.

Summary: Tim Drake goes missing. The search to find him begins.

#fic recs #batfam #tim drake fic rec #batfam fic rec

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meterokinesis · 4 years

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Caged Birds Still Sing

Read it on AO3

Prompt: explosion, kidnapping, tearful smile

Summary: Tim's been kidnapped before. He doesn't know if he's getting out this time.

It had been three days since Tim had been kidnapped by the League of Assassins. This time was significantly less nice than the last, and then he’d been missing an organ.

He was in the same lavish rooms, with their silk sheets and gilded mirrors, but the lock on the door had been changed. Where Tim had once been allowed to come and go, he was now stuck here. The door locked from the outside, and the only other point of escape was the large balcony, where iron bars arched overhead. He was a Red Robin in a golden cage.

Meals came at regular times. A crossword puzzle came with his breakfast, and on his second day a copy of War and Peace came with lunch. He’d been stripped of all his trackers and gadgets when he got here, which had been replaced with the silks of the League.

Tim was well acquainted with kidnapping. Having been the only heir to the Drake fortune, he had been kidnapped twice as a child, once when he was three and once when he was eight. He didn’t remember much, other than the shrieks of police sirens when he’d finally been found. Once he started as Robin, the kidnappings began in earnest. He was never gone for longer than a night or two, and Bruce always saved him. He was Batman, that was what he did.

So Tim bided his time, sipping ginger tea and doing crossword puzzles and reading Tolstoy. Soon, Bruce would come.

On the fourth day, Tim received his first visitor. He was on the balcony, taking his breakfast under the bright desert sun. He looked up to see Ra’s al Ghul, the reflection of his jewelry practically blinding against the shadowy backdrop of Tim’s chambers. Tim took another bite of toast.

“Hello, Detective,” he drawled as Tim squinted up at him.

“Oh, hello,” Tim said quietly. “Have you made up your mind on whether or not you’re killing me yet?” Ra’s didn’t laugh, but Tim didn’t expect him to. He wasn’t known for his sense of humor.

“See, there’s only so many reasons you’d keep me here,” Tim continued. “You don’t need intel, because you already know everything about us. You don’t need money, because you’re richer than God. I’m either here because you want to trade me for something, you need me to code, or you still want that heir.”

A venomous smile spread on Ra’s face. “Clever boy.” The words stilled Tim, his toast abandoned on his plate. “Now, follow me.”

Ra’s swept out of the room and Tim followed, keeping sure to hold his head high. His mother would be proud. Even being led to his doom, he wouldn’t let the facade fall. As they walked through the Cradle, Tim refused to meet the eyes of the assassins that milled about. He could feel their gazes tear at him, but he let the wounds pile up.

Ra’s study was incredibly simple, but nice all the same. It looked like an older version of every board member’s home office. Tim despised it.

Ra’s gestured for him to sit in one of the stiff chairs, and Tim complied. The head assassin remained standing, his fingertips brushing over the manuscripts that lined the walls.

“I feel as if we know each other well enough by now, Detective. You spent quite a bit of time with us before you decided to defect. You know that I do not play, I win.” Tim stared ahead, trying his best to keep his face blank.

“So, here is what you will do. And you will do it, Detective. You will notify Batman that you are turning in your cape to work for me. You will tell him not to search for you.”

Tim cleared his throat. “And if I don’t?”

Ra’s smirked, as if he expected the question. “Then I will instruct the assassins following your civilian friends to put bullets in their skulls. I don’t believe Mr. Fox will appreciate losing two of his daughters in one day. I know Commissioner Gordon wouldn’t be a fan. Nor Ms. Ives.”

Tim nodded shallowly. “So it’s them or me?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Why exactly do you want me so badly? Why not Damian or Bruce?”

Ra’s laughed darkly. “Because your spirit will be so much more fun to break.”

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That night, when he was safely back in his beautiful cage, Tim began his letter.

Dear Bruce (and Dick and Jason and Babs and Cass and Damian and Steph),

Since my return to Gotham, something has been missing in my life. I’ve decided to come back to the League of Assassins in an attempt to solve that emptiness. This is of my own volition. Do not come looking for me, I do not want to be found. I love you all.

Always yours,

Tim

He fell asleep watching the moon shine through iron bars, wondering if this is how every criminal he ever put away felt.

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It took two days for Ra’s to start giving Tim tasks around the Cradle. Small ones, mostly filing. Some putting pieces together. It felt as if even with all of Ra’s power over life and death, he didn’t know much about order. Tim slogged through the work, waiting for time to tick down. He fixed small loopholes and backdoors and monitored agents in the field. It was easy work, at least when Tim forgot about the trained killer hovering just outside his door.

At night, he scratched out notes on the pages of Tolstoy. Short snippets, like “I’m sorry” and “Thank you” and “I always loved you.” They’d never see the light of day, but they made him feel better.

During his free time, he fixed the computer wiring and did odd electrical tasks around the Cradle. It was as if no one there knew how to use a soldering iron. As much as the menial tasks frustrated him, they kept his hands busy and kept Ra’s off his back.

___________

Rescue came two weeks after Tim Drake was kidnapped. He was in the main hall when the alarms of the breach sounded. Assassins streamed around him, all headed to their respectful stations. Tim headed to the control room.

The control room was small and filled with screens. A skylight gave the tiniest bit of natural light twenty feet above. Tim busied himself with the controls, monitoring the cameras and putting the last minute details on his plan.

Rapping came from the skylight, and Tim looked up to see Steph waving at him. He hesitated for half a moment, then nodded. She shattered the glass and rappelled down, landing with a quiet thud.

“Tim, here,” she whispered and pressed a comms unit into his hand. He nodded and placed it in his ear.

“I need all of you to listen to me. You need to leave,” he began, his voice hoarse from disuse.

“We’re not leaving you-” Dick butted in, but Tim cut him off.

“You have to. If you don’t, civilians die. People we love die. I-I can’t let that happen.” Stephanie placed a hand on his arm, but he shrugged it off. “I have a plan, but I can’t pull it off if you’re here.”

“We’ll let you take point on this, Red Robin.” Bruce’s low voice calmed the nerves racing through Tim’s veins. If Batman said it would be okay, it would be okay.

“You have three minutes to evacuate,” Tim finished, then slipped the comm unit out of his ear.

“Tim…” Stephanie whispered, reaching out for him. This time, he let her hold his hand, running his thumb over the seams of her gloves.

“Hey Stephie,” he murmured, trying his best to muster a smile. “You have to go, okay? You have to be a hero. For me.” She shook her head, opened her mouth to say something, but he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Go,” he urged, and she nodded. With one last squeeze of her hand, she was grappling back through the skylight. He watched as she disappeared, and tried not to let his heart break too much.

He readied the plan, fingers flying faster than he could remember ever doing before. Hands trembling, he placed the comms unit back in his ear just as it crackled to life.

“We’re all out, Red Robin. We’re a kilometer away, in one of the nearby caves. What’s your ETA?”

Tim smiled shakily. “I’m afraid I won’t be joining you. The Cradle’s undergoing self-destruction. I set up the protocol while Ra’s thought I was doing busy work.”

“Tim, you can’t be serious.” For the first time in years, Tim thought he heard fear in Bruce’s voice. “We can still get you out.”

“Someone needs to make sure it goes through with no interference. If Ra’s wants me so bad, he can have me.” Tim suddenly became aware of the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Thank you for saving me. Thank you for loving me. Now it’s time to let me save you.”

Despite the layered protests in his ear, Tim pressed the figurative big red button. As tears stained his face, he smiled. At least he would go out saving people. That’s all he had ever wanted to do.

The numbers ticked down on the screen. 8… 7… 6…

“I love you,” Tim rasped.

3… 2… 1…

The world went white, and then there was nothing.

#whumptober 2020 #my writing #tim drake #kidnapping tw #explosion tw #ra's al ghul #bruce wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #batman #nightwing #batgirl #red robin

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nightglider124 · 5 years

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RobStar Week 2019: Day 1

Sooo... I said I was probably not going to take part in RobStar week this year on account of just being burned out and hating basically everything I wrote.

However... I’ve been busting my ass this weekend to get some oneshots written for the week and so far, I’ve managed to churn out like 3 days so I’m rolling with the momentum because fuck knows how long the creativity will hold out.

Not the happiest with this first one... shock... but I like day 2 at least so... yea.

p.s - sorry if I have been awol or not responsive these past few days. I’m not ignoring anyone or anything. I’ve just been solely focused on writing these and haven’t wanted distractions so have like... really tried to stay away from discord and tumblr lmao.

Anyway... enough blabbering... hope you like day 1 and happy robstar week, folks!

(Forgive the weird, makeshift line break below. If Tumblr wasn’t such a little bitch and hadn’t got rid of said feature, it would look normal. >.>)

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Wayne Manor

Pearls of rain were speckled all across the glass with a few trying hard to best the others, racing one another to see who would be first to reach the bottom of the window pane, leaving a watery trail in their steads.

She brought her fingers to the surface, following the lines of the rain droplets, a patient smile on her face. The dampness outside was not one of her favorite types of weather patterns but she didn’t mind it so long as she didn’t have to go out in it.

It had been raining all day; non stop and relentless. Starfire sighed as she shifted in her seat, pressing the side of her head to the glass, her green eyes watching the new raindrops that appeared from the night sky.

She and Robin had arrived in Gotham early that morning and had spent a bit of time together around the city before they inevitably went to see Robin’s former mentor and legal guardian.

Bruce Wayne was, in Starfire’s opinion, a complex and intriguing man. There were a lot of similarities between him and her boyfriend; ones that were painfully familiar to her when she saw them in the billionaire by day, vigilante by night.

She had known Bruce for a while now; having been in a relationship with his son for 2 years, she had had her fair share of meetings with him.

And yet, she still wasn’t sure how she was supposed to take him. She wasn’t sure on what he thought of her as he could make himself just as unreadable as Robin could, if not more. It was so very frustrating to be around humans who were so secretive about their own thoughts and feelings.

Starfire constantly wore her heart on her sleeve; allowing all of her emotions to be showcased. It was a Tamaranian trait, to embrace everything one felt. The very idea of hiding your thoughts and feelings or not expressing them at the very least was unheard of on her world.

They had come to the city Robin had grown up in as another milestone approached.

Nightwing was on the horizon; plans and designs carefully in place, just waiting to be followed through. He had always told her how he wanted Nightwing to be separate from Batman but, asking for a small ounce of help in creating the identity wasn’t too hard a pill to swallow.

Alfred was someone that instantly made her smile; the older gentleman was warm and wise and she felt like she got on very well with him. He reminded her somewhat of Galfore, someone who would likely give her advice that was hard to hear but that was necessary.

If anything, she enjoyed visits to Robin’s former home, simply because of seeing Alfred. She liked to help him with household chores including food preparation or, if the rarity came when the sun was beaming down on Gotham, she would help him in the garden; all the while chatting about whatever they wanted to.

She didn’t have to wonder with Alfred; not like she wondered with Bruce.

As she sat on the integrated seat at the large window of the back of the den, she sighed and rolled her shoulders. There was a breath of loneliness that befell her at times such as this.

Robin had been summoned hours ago, spending the time with Alfred so that measurements could be taken for his new uniform. Bruce had gone as well of course; down the winding staircase into the cave.

She hadn’t explicitly been told she couldn’t tag along with the three of them but she also hadn’t received an invitation, having resorted to staying upstairs and out of their way, instead.

The faint smile she wore faded a little as her mind dwelled on the insecurities she had locked away inside of her.

Starfire had a gut feeling Bruce didn’t like her very much and was likely happy that she had not followed them down to the batcave. He was a conundrum of a person and she simply could not gauge what he was thinking, especially when it came to her.

In the beginning, when she had first come to Wayne Manor and met him for the first time, he had offered a polite smile and engaged in small talk with her as best he could but she still felt the scrutiny in his eyes whenever he looked at her.

Was it because she wasn’t from Earth? Was it because she was a super powered being and he felt that she was a dangerous threat? Or was it simply… he didn’t like who she was and didn’t approve of his son being involved with her?

Biting her lower lip, Starfire pushed the swell of concern mixed with unhappiness further down inside her. There was a lump in her throat and tears briefly pricked her eyes. She wanted him to like her, to think of her like an addition to their family but she had doubts that she would ever reach such a level of acceptance from the man beneath the cowl.

“Starfire?”

A squeak burst from her lips and she jolted forward, her heart thumping in her chest like a caged bird fighting to be free. She took a deep breath and turned to find the source of the voice.

Bruce stood at the archway of the den, staring at her with mild curiosity, his hands at his sides. He wore a pale blue dress shirt, with a stray button not done up at his neck along with pressed, black pants, looking pristine as always. The dim light in the room reflected in the shine of his dark leather shoes and she found herself blinking at him.

“Oh… B-Bruce… you startled me.”

A soft smile adorned his face, “Sorry. We seem to have that be a running theme in this house.”

She puffed out a laugh, “Yes, Dick often catches me by surprise when we are at the tower… he is most silent and works well to use stealth tactics, without even meaning to.”

He nodded and slipped his hands into his pockets, blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly in her direction,

“What are you doing down here?”

She gulped and suddenly felt nervous, a chill coming over her like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.

Immediately, she got to her feet, shyly wringing her fingers together in front of her chest,

“O-Oh… apologies for… intruding upon areas of your home… I was just-”

Bruce tilted his head, looking confused, “Starfire, please… sit.”

She appeared hesitant now; unsure and uncomfortable.

“Please?”

Wordlessly, she sat back down on the cushion of the window seat, looking awkward as she pressed her knees together and threaded her fingers atop her lap.

Bruce calmly walked closer to her and waved a hand, “I didn’t mean it like you aren’t allowed to be here. You are… I was just curious why you were here of all places in the manor?”

She turned her head back towards the window, watching the rainfall, “This is… the most peaceful spot I have managed to find within your home. I can watch the rain here and be soothed by it.” She paused, “And… I did not wish to interrupt… your planning in the cave.”

His eyes widened a fraction, “Interrupt us? We were actually waiting for you for a time… Dick said you would come down but…”

“Oh.”

She felt her face become hot, embarrassed, with the blush hidden by the orange tone of her skin.

Peering down at the hem of her skirt, Starfire chewed on her lip, feeling foolish and out of place. Insecurity gnawed at her soul, whispering fears and uncertainties into her mind about what he must think of her.

Bruce watched her for a long moment, processing and reading her behavior before he crossed the space between them and took a seat beside her, on the cushioned surface.

“You must be used to the grim weather here by now.” Bruce murmured, his eyes focused on the lead of the water droplet race that was still in full swing.

Starfire blinked, surprised that he seemingly was trying to make conversation. As she had already pointed out to herself, Bruce was a quiet person, analyzing and calculating and using the true streak of a detective in him to figure others out, rather than conversing to do that like most people would.

“Uh… I… truly do not mind it. Rain is not something that we have on Tamaran. I find it fascinating.”

His brows rose, “You don’t?”

She shook her head, “We have water, of course. But, our water does not fall from the sky.” She paused as a memory floated through her mind and she giggled behind the palm of her hand,

Bruce tilted his head in a questioning manner.

“Forgive me… I… just remembered the first time I discovered rain on this planet. We were all at the park and it started to rain and I was most certain is was an enemy hiding in the clouds… until Dick explained what it was. I do not believe he expected me to spend the rest of our day jumping from puddle to puddle, refusing to go home.”

Bruce stared at her for a long moment before he quirked a smile, “I suppose it would definitely be something worth exploring if you’d never seen it before.”

She smiled fondly as she cast her mind back on that day, “The first time I saw the snow… it was much the same… Dick explained it to me and told me how snow only really comes in Winter.”

“He’s been quite a teacher to you through the years.”

Her smile widened a little more, “He has helped me adjust to life on Earth the most out of all our friends.”

Bruce’s blue eyes softened, seeing very clearly how much his son meant to this girl.

He hadn’t been sure what to make of Starfire when Dick had first mentioned her and when it became apparent that the boy wonder thought of her as more than just a friend, Bruce took a little more interest when Dick would let slip little details about her.

Meeting her was a full on experience, she’d been excitable and exuberant, floating around the manor with the other Titans, awestruck by the building. He remembered wondering if she ever stopped smiling and if her face hurt at the end of the day because of the constant cheer across her features.

That first time had been years ago now and yet, sometimes, he still got the feeling he and Starfire were at odds in some way.

He was far from oblivious. He could guess that she didn’t feel like she belonged or fit in whenever the two visited and stayed in Gotham for a few nights; the city and her were like polar opposites. One was gritty and dark, the other was passionate and full of happiness and life.

Bruce mused that that was what attracted Dick to the alien Princess; she was so different to what he’d known throughout his adolescence; a ray of sunshine through all the gloom, if you will.

“He’s always been the helpful type.” Bruce grunted,

“He is a good man.” She paused to look at him, her green eyes locking on his blue orbs, “For any flaws Dick may have… he has a big heart and a gentle nature…”

He held her stare for a long time; not exactly one to break eye contact easily, before he gave her a short nod, “He is.”

Starfire smiled and played with a lock of red hair, spilling over her shoulder and she turned her attention back to the rain streaked window.

Bruce refrained from clearing his throat awkwardly, trying to ignore the subconscious tapping of his fingertips against his knee. He wasn’t an open book and he wasn’t exactly the social type or at least… he didn’t enjoy being social.

But, in this case, he wanted to try. He knew he wasn’t easy to get along with and every single time they had come face to face, it was Starfire attempting to crack open the shell around him that she’d clearly shattered with Dick.

He’d noticed the change though; how in recent months, whenever they visited Gotham, Starfire had lost some of that glowing joy that usually radiated within an entire room, lighting everything up.

She’d given in a little with being the first to try and he could imagine what she thought, he thought of her.

Of course, she would likely be wrong.

Bruce considered her to be a very charming young lady; she was a very good fighter with a fiery temper to match. She was besotted with his son and he with her which was something no one could miss when seeing the couple together. She was an extremely upbeat soul with a sense of childlike wonder which was nothing short of endearing.

He was happy that Dick was happy and it didn’t hurt that Starfire was a lovely girl as well. He enjoyed her company and found her sweet; a rarity to find in most humans, especially in Gotham City.

“Have I ever told you about when Dick was just a kid and Alfred was in London for a few days?”

Starfire’s brows rose and a small, hopeful smile lingered on her lips as she shook her head.

Bruce chuckled, “He was only about 11 years old then and I’d finished a rough patrol… I had injuries that no child could really know how to dress.”

The Princess shifted, eyes sparkling with interest as she tucked her legs underneath her and laced her fingers together.

“And in usual Dick fashion with trying to help everyone around him… He ended up wrapped toilet paper around my wounds. He wasn’t stupid of course; he’d washed them with water and applied medicinals but this kid couldn’t figure out where Alfred would store the gauze so… doing what he does best, he improvised and headed for the roll in the bathroom.”

Starfire stared at the dark haired man for a long moment before she cracked up laughing, holding her stomach with one hand whilst the other covered her mouth as she descended into giggles.

“He did not!” She squealed, eyes bright with mirth,

Bruce smirked, “Oh he did… before he stuck the paper down with some plasters, hoping that would hold it all together.”

Wiping a tear from her eye, Starfire shook her head in disbelief, “That is most hard to believe. Beside Raven, Dick is possibly the best in the team at wrapping wounds after battles.”

Bruce eyed her, amused, “Well of course he is… after that little display, I had to teach him how to do it the right way.”

Starfire tucked her hair behind her ear as the last of the chortles flowed from her mouth, slowly feeling an ease in her chest, like a weight was lifting the longer Bruce kept the conversation going with her.

Maybe she hadn’t been entirely correct; maybe there was a chance that Bruce did approve of her and perhaps… he may like her.

“You sharing my embarrassing childhood moments with her, Bruce?”

Starfire beamed as she cast a glance over at the archway where Dick was standing, his arms folded over his chest whilst he leaned against the frame. He wore a smirk across his lips, like he already knew what they had been discussing.

“Me? Never.” Bruce told him in a somewhat stoic manner,

“Uh huh… sure you’re not.” Dick replied, pushing off of the wall to cross the distance before he took a seat just behind Starfire, one arm sliding around her waist and softly kissing her cheek in greeting.

“I’ve just been telling her about… skills you have now improved upon.”

Dick narrowed his eyes at his former mentor, “Is that right? Well, Star, would you like to hear some stories about Bruce?”

Bruce’s eyes widened slightly and he frowned at his son, “Don’t you dare.”

Starfire grinned and turned to her boyfriend, “I believe I would love to hear some.”

“Wait, wait… if you’re set on tarnishing my reputation…” Bruce paused and smirked, seeing Dick playfully roll his eyes in Starfire’s direction, “We’d best go and see Alfred for snacks.”

“You think he’ll be up for making his cookies?” Dick queried, getting up and offering Starfire a helping hand as well.

Bruce eyed the clock on the wall, “Hmm… I don’t know… it’s a little late.”

Dick grinned and laced his fingers with Starfire’s, “Maybe but I have a secret weapon with one hell of a puppy dog face.”

Starfire laughed, a tinkling sound amidst the brief silence in the room as walked towards the kitchen with Dick on one side and a smiling Bruce on the other.

And for once in all the times she had visited Wayne Manor, she actually felt like she could relax and that her presence was welcome, rather than tolerated. She felt like she belonged, even if it was just a little bit.

But, she decided it was something and that feeling could only grow in the future.

#robstar #robstarweek #robstarweek2019 #robin #starfire #teen titans #DC comics #i mean #its more star and bruce really #but #eh #fanfiction #nightglider124

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theabominableblogger · 4 years

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My Reaction to “Birds of Prey“

*in best Roman Sionis impression* WHOOO!

Figured I might as well FINALLY watch it. On with the show!

*silently jams to the opening logos*

This animated intro is great.

*snorts at the little animation of how an egg gets fertilized*

Why is this animated Joker a different (and actually better) character design than what we got in Suicide Squad? Were we robbed of Letoker in full Joker suited glory? I think we were.

“Behind every successful man is a badass broad.” *points at screen in agreement*

I love Harley’s freaking rainbow apartment

The hyena!

This movie has the same amount of color saturation as “Pulp Fiction”

Freaking Bernie the Beaver is holding her tissues! We stan supportive friends!

*gasp* Cass!

This guy [Roman’s driver] looks an awful lot like Jon Hamm and that is never gonna go away

“It’s not a party without a little drama!” I love Ewan McGregor

*snorts in hilarity when Harley turns to address the audience about how much she doesn’t like Roman in front of Roman*

“Do give the Joker my [Roman] best.” Uhhh....

*jams the crap out to “Boss Bitch” by Doja Cat*

*laughs at Harley drunkenly giving relationship advice to a female bust in the club*

“Some people have the Eiffel Tower. Or Olive Garden.” Can we please hear the stories about Gotham’s Olive Garden?

Oh that shot [of Harley walking away from the Ace Chemicals explosion] is great

[Four Minutes Ago] *snorts in hilarity*

So far I actually really like Rosie Perez as Montoya.

Huntress!

*Huntress kills the mob people in the flashback* That was awesome. And the way Montoya steps back and forth to investigate the body is great.

“Harley Quinn just called open season on herself.” And oop.

God, seeing Ewan as Black Mask is really gonna throw me off but man this is gonna be a great performance.

*jaw drops in horror when Zsasz removes someone’s FACE*

JESUS CHRIST HOLY SHIT RATED “R” HUH?!?

“Is that a snot bubble?” Shit!

OHHHHH THAT SHOT OF ROMAN WITH THE MASK ON!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!

The SATURATION IN THIS MOVIE

Also the soundtrack and aesthetic in this movie is very... “Suicide Squad”-esque

Man that sandwich looks good

*jaw drops when Harley accidentally throws her sandwich into the road*

Also they de-saturated everything again hahaha

Oh my gosh that guy [”Happy”] is HUGE

[GRIEVANCE: COSMETIC VANDALISM] Yeah, that sounds about right

“Par-ley??” *snorts*

Her [Montoya’s] shirt....

Also why is she wearing that shirt at work?

This movie is giving me huge Tarantino vibes

Why does the actor that plays Montoya’s boss looks familiar?

Oh! He’s Rufus in “Supernatural.” Bobby’s kinda buddy!

“Ms. Montoya, we do have a dress code.” There we go.

They are really just going back and forth in the timeline to cover everything, aren’t they?

Harley’s using nonlethal rounds?

The action set pieces in this movie so far are awesome.

*says “Run, piggy, run!” along with Harley*

Of course Dinah is singing “This Is A Man’s World”

Also I’ve seen like a 20 second Twitter compilation of Roman saying the f-bomb and it’s glorious

“We could make our own family.” Oh snap.

WAIT THAT’S THE GUY WHOSE FACE ZSASZ REMOVED!

Does... Roman... like Dinah? Like... that? Or is this manipulation?

*chuckles when drunk Harley slides up next to Dinah at the bar*

*gets very uncomfortable at a guy trying to take advantage of a drunk Harley*

C’mon Dinah...

What’s the song playing here [when Dinah’s beating up the guys in the alley]?

Uh whatcha doing in the corner there, Zsasz?

“Oh sooongbirrddd?” Noo...

Did I just see a street sign that said “ANUS”?

So is Cass faking a broken wrist or does she actually have a broken wrist?

So far my favorite characters are Montoya and Dinah. Not gonna lie.

*has to muffle laughter when Roman does the mmkay hand sign*

“I mean, I like crossbows!” *giggles*

Holy shit, Zsasz is jealous of Dinah.

“Look at his little ears, the little haircut...” *insane giggling*

ZSASZ IS DYING IN THE BACK I LOVE THIS SONG

Dinah is clearly rethinking some life decisions while looking at that statue of Roman

*jams out to “Sway with Me” by GALAXRA*

*Cass robs Zsasz of the diamond* WHOOP!

*winces when Roman does acupuncture*

“SHE’s a chILDDD!!” *laughs*

ZSASZ

Ho shit that shot of Roman on top of the stairs looking down at Harley

“VOTED FOR BERNIE” HAHAHA

*Harley completely derails Roman’s villain monologue* THIS IS AMAZING

HE [Roman] GOT A BOWL OF POPCORN

*Zsasz licks Harley’s cheek* EEUUUGGGHHH!!

Did that goon just pull a tampon out of Harley’s pocket?

I’M SORRY CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE PICTURE OF NUDE ELEANOR ROOSEVELT?

*gasps when Roman backhands Harley across the face*

OH HERE WE GO

HOLY SHIT THIS IS GREAT

ROMAN IN THE STRIPED SUIT

THE CHOREOGRAPHY

WHY WAS IT SO SHORT I LOVED IT

Where is this cover at on the official soundtrack?!?

“I’ll give you ‘til midnight.” Hold on, hold on, what’s the timeline for this movie?

Harley’s just booking it in the background

Aaaand we’re back at the beginning!

Aaand there’s Harley!

Wait there’s about an hour left and we just now got to Harley meeting Cass?

CONFETTIIIII!!

Is she just using paint bombs on all the guards?

Harley, trying to enter the cells: I AM PRESSING. EVERY BUTTON. I CAN FIND.

Why would they put Cass in the cell block with all the adults?

OH HALSEY! COME THROUGH!

*Harley slides across the floor to knock a guy down* OHHHH!!!

Daniel Pemberton’s orchestral score for this movie is reminding me an awful lot of “Into the Spiderverse”

Is that Katana’s sword?!? How the hell did it get there?!?

WAIT SHE’S GONNA HUFF THE COCAINE?!?

Jesus, now THIS is Harley’s fighting style! Holy crap!

*gasps when Harley gets kicked back and knocks off a car door off its hinges*

*jaw drops* SHE JUST SET THAT DUDE’S BEARD ON FIRE

How does everyone seem to know where Harley is?

*Smash cut to Harley buying laxative for Dinah in the store* Hahahahahaha!

“I do not care that you’re [Cass] a kid.” Yeah, Harley, didn’t you uh... assist in the murder of Jason Todd in this universe? Hmmm???

Wait so how long ago have Harley and the Joker been together?

Doc calls Harley “lotus flower”!

Those are the nuns from the school in the beginning!

She is actually... talking to the beaver

“[Joker] Sounds like a dick.” I mean, yeah.

Also I just realized that Harley drew an actual dick in the Joker drawing’s mouth

HUNTRESS!

OH NOW WE’RE GETTING INTRODUCED TO HELENA!

*eyes widen in shock at the Bertenelli massacre*

*chuckles at the smash cut to Helena practicing in the mirror*

*Roman sees someone laughing in the club* Oh no.

“Get on the table.” Uh.

Oh no what is he doing?

“DANCE, ERICA!” Ohh. Shit.

“Take your dress off.” *jaw drops in horror*

God, I cannot watch this. Holy-

*has to avert eyes*

*Roman stops Dinah from leaving* NO.

“You soothe me, little bird.” AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

OK, I can take a breather now. Ohhhh my God...

They’re [Harley and Cass] really just having a girl’s night

BRUCE, NOOOOO!!!

“No one knew we were here except-” DOC SOLD THEM OUT!

“This next bit ain’t very pretty.” Oh boy.

“I [Roman] own this town. You have my protection.” Mmmmm... no?

Whoa this super dramatic cover of “Hit Me with Your Best Shot”

OH HE’S [Zsasz] GONNA SEE THE TEXT SHE [Dinah] SENT [to Montoya]!

*Roman starts to break down* Oh. Shit.

OH THIS MUSIC

*Roman puts the mask on* OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

OH THIS IS GREAT

Also of course Joker and Harley had a hideout in Amusement Mile

*winces when Montoya punches Harley right in the boob*

*Harley kicks Montoya out the window* Oh she dead

*gasps* Zsasz!

Man that sideways shot of him is terrifying!

OH FRICK NO

JESUS I DON’T LIKE THIS

So is it implied that Zsasz only kills women or what? I thought he was an equal opportunity killer?

“That’s why he [Roman] needs me [Zsasz] to look after him.” Dude.

...did they just kill Zsasz?

Everyone except Harley is pointing guns at each other and all I’m thinking of is that scene from “The Office”

*snorts in hilarity for Harley clapping for Helena completing her kill list*

Oh Roman just brought a whole freaking army

OHHHH HE’S GOT THE MASK

Oh this music *chef’s kiss*

Oh my God is Roman gonna find Zsasz’s body?

Oh that crane shot out of the lair and back outside? That’s some good shit. Cathy Yan, I see you.

“I [Helena] DON’T HAVE RAGE ISSUES!” DINAH’S FACE!

*Helena pounces on a goon in the slide down and kills him* Geez that’s awesome

This whole set is great

*Helena gives Cass her old toy truck* THIS MAKES ME SAD

Yeah when did Harley have time to put on her skates?

Some dude just gets shanked then leaps back up

That fight scene just went by real quick

*gasps when Roman shoots Montoya*

*jaw drops when Dinah does the Canary Cry*

*Harley gets sideswiped by one of Roman’s goons* Yeah no there’s like half a rib cage gone

*Harley works on overtaking one of Roman’s goons’ car* CRAZY TOWN BEEP BEEP!

*Harley backflips onto the top of Roman’s car* OHHHH!

Founders Pier... geez that looks great

Wait are those all Roman’s goons just lining the dock or are those just statues?

Oh they’re all statues. That’s creepy.

“exCUUSEE me?!?” *snorts in hilarity*

*jaw drops when Cass tucks a grenade in Roman’s coat and activates it*

*still shocked when he FREAKING EXPLODES*

I’M SORRY THEY JUST KILLED OFF BLACK MASK

*Cass finally goes to the bathroom* Finally!

“Does she always [Montoya] talk like the cop in a bad 80s movie?” *laughs*

Guys Helena is great

*laughs when Helena laughs at the fact that Harley stole Dinah’s car*

“They call themselves the Birds of Prey.” Yay! Lemme see them again!

Harley’s jacket has a bedazzled vagina on the back of it

Look at Cass with her jacket and sunglasses!

“Yeah, I made the kid my apprentice.” Yeah, that’s not gonna last long.

#the blogger reacts #dceu #birds of prey #harley quinn #ewan mcgregor #black mask #roman sionis #dinah lance #black canary #huntress #helena bertinelli #cassandra cain #renee montoya #victor zsasz #joker #daniel pemberton #bop #rosie perez

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solomonara · 6 years

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oooooh are we doing fic titles? how about "caged birds can't fly"? also, i love your writing and your ideas, always so intriguing and fun to read!!!

You bet we’re doing fic titles (because this post) and I gotta tell you, I am having the kind of weekend… week… last-couple-of-days… where I am freaking delighted to have this kind of escape, so thank you. (As in, I spent most of today arguing over commas and semi-colons in an obituary and simultaneously helping set up a funeral and a birthday party. I’m DONE.)

So, Caged Birds Can’t Fly. I’m tapping Dick Grayson for this one.

As silly as his gimmick is, Gotham’s capes tend to take the Mad Hatter seriously. They may be physically formidable, but everyone knows a Bat’s greatest asset is their mind and that’s what Mad Hatter attacks. But Nightwing realizes the Hatter’s behind a rash of high-profile thefts far too late and stumbles across him unprepared. By the time backup arrives, Nightwing’s been hatted - and fighting it - for way longer than is healthy. The Hatter is taken out as quickly as possible, his tech disabled, but Nightwing is… well, he’s not coming out of it.

J’onn and M’gann are called in, but they don’t have good news. The mental trauma is severe, and deep, a mental rift torn by the ferocity Nightwing’s struggle against the Hatter’s control. They can lay a patch over it, get him functioning, but if Dick’s thoughts stray too close to the originating trauma, if he tears off that bandage, he’ll permanently damage himself. As in, vegetative state damage. With Batman’s approval, they re-assemble Dick’s mind without the vigilante portions of it. They build Dick Grayson a life where he never was Robin, never was Nightwing, those portions plastered over with made-up memories and a plausible backstory. They release him into the wild.

It works. Dick seems healthy. It’s not long before he’s made friends with his neighbors in the apartment building he’s just moved into after, he thinks, moving to Gotham from Bludhaven (Of course Gotham. They might not be able to talk to him, to interact, but every one of the Bats would be damned if they’re letting him out of their sight. Dick Grayson never has to worry about walking in a bad part of town, and he’s not sure why everyone thinks crime in Gotham is so bad because he certainly always feels safe…)

But Dick knows something is off. He can’t figure out what it is. He’s restless. Something’s missing. He finds himself staring at rooftops. He almost climbs out his window one day instead of using the door. And one night, he hears someone being accosted in an alley. Without thinking twice he dives into the alley, ready to pull the attacker away from his victim… but the ‘attacker’ is the notorious Red Hood and his ‘victim’ was definitely planning on mugging the next passer-by, who probably would have been Dick.

Dick can’t tell, what with the helmet and all, but Jason is horrified. He’s 99% sure he’s about to see Dick crumble into a catatonic state because Dick is not supposed to get this close to vigilante life, and wow, the exact last thing Jason’s relationship with his family needs is him being directly responsible for Dick Grayson’s demise. But Dick seems… fine? Better than fine; energized by the encounter. Jason starts watching Dick a little more closely over the following weeks and he realizes that this civilian life is actually slowly driving Dick mad. Literally mad. Dick Grayson is losing his mind. It’s obvious to Jason that Dick needs the rooftops, the sky, the sweep and soar of a line under his hand and air beneath his feet.

It is not, however, obvious to Batman, who is not pleased with the risk Jason is running by following Dick so closely. Well, Jason’s a long way from thinking Batman always knows best, and he’s gone against him plenty of times before. Maybe not over anything quite so close to home, but if it means giving the first Robin his wings back… Jason would do a lot worse than defy Batman’s orders.

(By the way, I’ve been assuming batfam fics for these, since that’s the fandom I’m currently writing in, but if you’d like to see a different fandom just mention when you send in a title.)

#anon #solo reply #send me a fic title #dick grayson #jason todd #batfam #fic idea #caged birds can't fly #batman #solo writes #jaydick #i mean not overtly but let's be real this would end up being jaydick #red hood #nightwing

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ravensimps · 4 years

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WELCOME TO GOTHAM PART 6

"Arf!Arf!" I am woken up by Lily jumping on my legs? Wait why is there no pain!? I throw the covers off of my body and use my powers to take the bandages off "SHIT!" The wound has healed completely, I grab my phone and check the time. 9 Am "Ok normal people in this situation call a doctor...Lee!" I call Jim and hope Lee is close by.

J: Hello?

R: Hey Jim! It's Raven...Is Lee around?

J: Uh she's not with me right now, Why?

R: Oh I have an issue with my wound, I need Lee's opinion.

J: Harvey and I will be by soon, I can bring Lee with us.

R: That's perfect! Thanks Jim.

I hang up and use my powers to grab my Laptop. "Where does a girl find a hitman...Dark Web" I mumble and get to work.

"Found you" I have been on the dark web for about 10 minutes and I have finally found a number for Zsasz, I take out my phone and call him.

R: Zsasz?

?: Who is this? Who is my target?

R: It's uh Raven...

?: Raven? As in pain in my ass?

I laugh.

R: Yup that's me! You know I had to get your number from the dark web?

Z: Well I am a hitman, What did you expect? A Facebook page?

"Definitely Zsasz" I laugh.

R: Well to be fair I wasn't expecting your ringtone to be Funkytown, So why not?

Z: Why did you text me? You know you can be arrested for talking to a hitman on the dark web, Right?

R: But I'm not hiring you...I thought I should have a way to contact you in case of an emergency.

Z: Aw is someone getting attached?

I can already tell he is smirking!

R: Don't flatter yourself.

Z: You have already gotten close to me hm...3 times now If there is a 4th I won't hesitate.

I blush and close my laptop as there are 3 rapid knocks on my door, I throw the covers back over my legs "Come in!" I yell and wait as Jim, Harvey, And Lee walk in.

"Morning" Harvey smiles and I feel a little bad because Harvey is so sweet and nice and I do like him, "So I have a slight issue with my wound" Lee looks curious "What do you mean?" She asks "Uh W-Well it's gone" I stutter and Harvey laughs "This is a joke right? It hasn't even been a week" I sigh and stand up "Look no wound at all" I show them my leg and I walk around " W-What!? How is that possible?" Harvey and Jim start talking and whispering to Lee. "I have no idea, Raven may I take some blood?" I nod as far as I know my blood is not affected by my powers, "I'll be right back my bag is in the car!" And she bolts out of the door! I notice Harvey is staring at my legs "Uh Harvey?" He looks at me "Eyes up here" I laugh as his cheeks are now a bright shade of pink "Sorry" He mumbles and I sit down "Ah I can finally cross my legs!" I smile and grab my phone to text Zsasz.

R: Jim, Harvey, And Lee are here.

Z: Already? I get Jimbow and Harvey but why the doctor?

R: Uh my leg was super painful so she brought me stronger pain killers.

Z: I'll be there around 7, Let me know when they leave.

R: Will do.

"Raven?" I look up at Jim "What's up?" He sits down beside me "We got a look at the bullet and It is untraceable so I am 100% Positive Victor Zsasz shot you, He has the motive but I can't do a thing unless you let me look into this and possibly bring him in" I laugh "Do you really think Zsasz will just come in with you? I don't know him but I know a hitman is almost never arrested" Jim sighs "What do you want to do?" I shrug "Just leave it alone, I don't have the wound anymore anyway so it is pointless and I have nothing to show against him" Oh that reminds me "Harvey?" I ask with the most innocent smile ever "Yes Raven?" He smirks "Well remember what you asked me when my leg healed?" And the smirk gets bigger "You still want to go on the date?" I nod "Of course!"

"I got my bag!" Lee barges in and runs over to me "Ready when you are Doc" I laugh and let her do her thing.

10 Minutes later Lee packs away her stuff and the vials of my blood, I turn to Harvey "So about that date?" I smirk "How's Saturday sound?" 3 days away "That's perfect, Can I have your number?" He nods and puts his number in my phone "Thanks Harvey" I take my phone and I notice he let his hand purposely linger on mine "So, What are we doing today?" I ask both Jim and Harvey "We actually have to leave, We're in the middle of a murder case" My brain goes a little crazy "Oh murder tell me more" Harvey laughs "Jim and Lee went on a date to the circus and a fight broke out, After speaking to the Ringmaster they went outside and the Snake dancer was found dead" I sit up on my knees "Are there any suspects?" Jim nods "Both Lovers and possibly her son" I tilt my head "Son?" Harvey nods "Yeah he's actually about your age, His name is Jerome Valeska" I mean he's not really my age "Wow, You know I could help out if you want? I'm good at getting people to open up" Jim shakes his head "It won't be possible, Your not a cop or anything to do with the GCPD" I laugh "Yeah that's true but I am the only one that stayed and helped you survive with Zsasz, Do you seriously think they will stop me? That would only make the GCPD look bad" Harvey laughs looking pretty impressed "She has a point we can always bring her in as a consultant on the case or something" I like Harvey even more now, "I'll see what I can do" Jim mumbles quietly knowing Harvey and I are right "Yay!"

They get a call a few seconds later and after talking for about 5 minutes they say goodbye and leave.

I head to the kitchen picking up Lily's bowl on the way "Let's celebrate my leg healing while we can...What do you say? Extra chicken?" I say in a baby voice "Arf!Arf!" Lily jumps around in a circle, I use my powers to get Lily her chicken and fresh water. I put her bowls back down on the mats and she digs in "Ok now what should I make?" I mumble looking in the fridge. I decide to make sunny side up eggs, Bacon, Sausage, And a cup of coffee.

Around 25 Minutes later I finish cooking, Plate the food, Make my coffee, Grab my phone, And Laptop, Then finally sit down at the kitchen table. I watch my favorite YouTuber Pyschadelicsnake playing Fatal Frame 2 as I eat. I check my phone and I remember I have to text Zsasz "You know what? I'm gonna try a call".

Z: What!?"

R: Wow someone got grumpy fast.

Z: Maybe I just don't like you.

R: Oh I know you just see me as a 'Pain in your ass'...Was it? Anyway, I only called to tell you Jim, Harvey, And Lee left about 30 minutes ago.

Z: Ok you told me bye.

He just hung up on me! "Dick" I growl and go back to eating and watching the video.

I finished my food and coffee within the first 15 Minutes and the other 45 was just watching the game. I put my cup and plate in the sink, I use my powers to send my phone and Laptop up to my room, I go into the living room to grab my bedding.

I grab my quilt in my arms and use my powers to carry my pillows as I head upstairs, I make my bed and of course Lily hops up on it and starts playing. I change into Grey PJ flannel shorts and A long sleeved top, I go back downstairs and use my powers to put the sofa bed away 'I'm so happy my owner's leg is better!' I smile and pick up Lily "Let's go and hang out in my room huh?" I laugh as she licks my face and carry her upstairs.

I grab a pillow and put my laptop on it as I sit on my bed "Maybe I should write a journal?" I ask myself and Lily "Arf!" I laugh "I'll take that as a yes" I start typing up what happened the first day I got here.

Click. I look at the time and it's only 6 Pm "Hello?!" I yell and wait to be fair if it is Zsasz he wouldn't tell me, So I put my leg on the pillow and wait.

"Did you get stuck up here!?" Zsasz laughs coming up the stairs "Um maybe" Shit what do I do!? "Your wearing trousers?" He knows somethings wrong "Uh I was cold" Oh no he comes over and sits on the bed beside me "Your very red Little Bird, You wouldn't be lying to me would you?" I take a breath "No I'm just nervous with you so close to me" He smirks and puts his hand on my leg slowly getting closer to my thigh "OK! I lied!" I push his hand off of my thigh and move to the other side of the bed "My leg healed" The smirk vanishes and he looks crazy " I KNEW IT! YOU DID SOMETHING!" He yells standing up "NO I DIDN'T! SHOOT ME AGAIN IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME!" I yell back and he smirks "Nope! Get dressed because now you need to explain this to Falcone" I shake my head "I'll make you a deal, Fight me. If I win I don't go to Falcone, If you win I go and tell him everything" And there is that creepy smile again "Deal" I put Lily in her travel cage so she doesn't get hurt and we head downstairs to the open space.

He takes off his Jacket and guns before laying them on the sofa, He is now in his shirt, Jeans and boots. We make our way to the middle of the floor and get ready.

I throw the first punch and he easily blocks it by grabbing my arm, Spinning me around and pushing his chest into my back "Aw did someone lie about being able to fight?" He mocks me as he lets go of my arms, I laugh and sweep his feet out from under him "No I was bed bowned remember?" I smirk as he gets up "Ok" He growls and lunges at me I block all but 1 of his rapid punches "AGH!" His fist hit my nose and I felt it break "Don't touch me!" I yell as he is about to walk over to me, I groan and put my nose back in place before standing up "You haven't won yet" I groan and get ready for round 2.

He throws the first punch this time but I can feel him pulling his punches...So I snap I punch him in the face while he is off guard and it knocks him to the ground "Don't pull your punches!" I yell and wait for him to get up, He spits out blood and his eyes have changed to a look of pure anger "Fine" He seethes and lunges at me again, This time its punch after punch and I can barely keep up! His fist connects with my jaw and I fall to the floor but he is not done...He grabs my throat and slams my back down on the floor "What the hell are you doing!?" I gasp and he realizes what he's done as he lets go of me "I win" He simply says and I run upstairs, Grab Lily and stand at the back of the room. When I was decorating this room I installed a panic button and when I push the button an alarm will sound very loud and a metal wall will drop down, I will push it if he comes anywhere near me.

"You better be getting dressed!" He yells from the bottom of the stairs "No! I am not going anywhere with you!" He thunders up the stairs and glares at me "We had a deal" I back away "Yeah that was before you almost killed me!" He tilts his head but I continue "If you come any closer I will push this panic button" He raises his hairless eyebrows "A panic button, Really?" I nod "Prove it" I smirk and push the button, The wall drops and the alarm blares throughout the loft! I make Lily temporarily deaf so it doesn't hurt her ears and Zsasz bolts downstairs, I sit on the floor and wait for police to come I am done with Zsasz.

End Of chapter 6! Hope you enjoyed it I know it has been a while.

-Ray

#Gotham #Victor Zsasz #fanfiction #OC #Harvey Bullock #Jim Gordon #Powerful

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Howdy all you Supercultists out there on the interwebz! I’m Bad Movie Professor Cameron Coker (BS in “Bat Nipples” with a minor in “Ice Puns”) and I’ll be posting my hype-tacular speeches every week along with some long lost speeches from past Supercult Shows!

This week winter has come at last to Supercult in the form of one of the greatest cinematic blunders in all of history: Batman and Robin!

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Batman and Robin are back in the fourth film in the Batman superhero series and the second film in the series directed by Joel Schumacher. George Clooney stars as Bruce Wayne/Batman while Chris O’Donnell and Michael Gough return as Dick Grayson/Robin and Alfred Pennyworth, respectively. The dynamic duo are back to protect Gotham City from villainy, but when the cold-hearted Mr. Freeze and the enticingly toxic Poison Ivy attack tensions rise between the two heroes. Can the Dark Knight and the Boy Wonder resolve their differences and save the city from certain destruction? Strength Now. Courage Always. Family, Above All. Batman & Robin!

As of 2019, this is the first and only appearance of Batgirl in a live-action Batman feature film.

According to a makeup artist, Arnold had potentially deadly costume effects. The battery for the LED lights in his mouth would start to dissolve in his saliva and leak battery acid into his mouth.

“Curses!” -an actual line from this already silly film.

Michael Gough: one of the only person to survive all 4 original Batman films (the other being Pat Hingle who played Commissioner Gordon). What a bad ass.

Someone please tell me how all these diamonds somehow combine into a fuel source for a freeze laser.

George Clooney and his stunt doubles went through 50 rubber Batsuits.

After the film’s negative reception, plans for Tim Burton’s “Superman Lives” have been shut down. The movie would’ve been a first attempt to have a shared universe between Batman and Superman, with George Clooney reprising his role as Batman, and with Nicolas Cage as Superman.

Is this a miniature? Is this an overly indulgent set? Does the audience care?? Do the ACTORS??

You want to have plants take over the earth and I want to freeze the planet. Sounds like we should work together!

Two Words: Bat Nips.

This gang is apparently called the Golums, but we all know they’re really called the ‘We Love Neon and Blacklight Club’.

The Batman costume was a 50 lbs. (22.6 kg.) rubber body suit with a 40 lb. rubber cape attached to the headpiece. Batgirl’s and Robin’s costumes weighed 50 lbs each. Mr. Freeze’s weighed 75 lbs.

Oh Bane…it would take 15 years before films did you justice.

I mean, yeah, this movie is bad. But Arnold looks pretty snazzy in his polar bear slippers.

Did we mention that Coolio is in this film? Well…he is. It doesn’t make the film any better or worse. It’s just…a thing that is.

From the opening frames of this film you know it’s going to be a treat. The foam latex laden suit-up scene seems to linger just a bit too long on expertly modeled bird buttocks, bat nipples, and caped crusader cod pieces. The opening would fit just as well in a high-budget Batman burlesque show. Oh, how optimistic the 90s were. The original Batman directed by Tim Burton seemed like such a long shot and paid off spectacularly. Burton discarded the camp of the 1960s Adam West TV series and adapted the atmospheric gothic noir of the 1940s…which is apparently an era when Batman couldn’t turn his head and has no problem with just straight up murdering people. Tim Burton’s version of batman was so iconic that it defined the tone, color, music, and even dialogue choices for the entire character for the next 2 decades. The next three sequels, Batman Returns and Batman Forever, stuck to the formula of the 1989 original for the most part. In each the level of camp was slowly cranked up:

Batman Returns: Let’s take up half the Warner Brothers lot with expansive water-filled Gotham City sets! Let’s focus even more on the villains and really hammer home the tragedy and the childhood pain festering into megalomania! Not only that, let’s have TWO villains instead of just one! Let’s get a combination of real penguins, actors in fiberglass penguin suits, and puppets for the villain’s evil missile-toting penguin army! DID I MENTION THE PENGUIN ARMY??

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Batman Forever: They liked the two-villain thing, so let’s do that again. We’ll get another two actors at the top of their game to play ridiculous, over-the-top, gothic cartoon characters! Let’s go with Tommy Lee Jones, still riding off the high of his starring role in the Fugitive, and then Jim Carrey at his comedic height just a year after the release of not one but three of his most iconic films: Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, The Mask, and Dumb and Dumber! Oh yeah and let’s swap out the director, the lead, the love interest, and paint the whole film in neon. These things aren’t meant to be dark, gritty, adult films! They’re comic book films for god’s sakes! We gotta sell toys to kids!

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But here’s the thing Supercultists: If you’re going to be this campy you have to be either funny or endearing. Carrey carried Batman Forever and killed it as a genuinely funny and threatening adaptation of the Riddler. Danny DeVito, in his own gruesome way, made us feel for a Batman villain in a way that the batman animated series later sought to emulate with their reimagining of Mr. Freeze and the creation of Harley Quinn.

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So, what happened? Was it overindulgence? Sure, scenes are campier and there are now not 2 but 3 villains: Mr. Freeze, Poison Ivy, and a neutered version of Bane who serves as a glorified mook for Ivy. Perhaps the concept of pushing the art style even further strained the bounds of reality? Sure, Gotham was larger than life in 19889, but the 1997 version has gigantic futurist statues holding up the buildings as if Gotham was constructed on the corpses of a race of colossi. Perhaps the film lost some of the comedic charm of its predecessors. At last count Mr. Freeze utters something like 27 ice puns throughout the film and at times it can be difficult to discern whether or not the film is being ridiculous on purpose. The opening fight scene looks like Batman on Ice with the heroes literally clicking their heels together to activate ice skate boots.

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Perhaps the problem is higher up than that… Was it the studio pressure to make the film more “toyetic”? The film’s design seems catered to the toy market with every character having a wacky light-up vehicle, set piece, or gadget that could function as an action figure. Batman’s new car features a transparent hood so that audiences can see the colorful spinning bat-engine as if hypnotizing children and adults alike into emptying their wallets at the nearest department store this Christmas. For crying out loud Poison Ivy even has a line “I’m a lover, not a fighter That’s why every Poison Ivy action figure comes complete with him!” *points to Bane* Perhaps it was simply cost? In their bid to get even more top-billed Hollywood names for the latest and greatest (read: only, unless you count things like Spawn) comic book film, Arnold Schwarzenegger was reputed to have earned $25 million for his approximate 25 minute on-screen role as Mr. Freeze, basically a million a minute. Not to mention Uma Thurman, the poster girl for Pulp Fiction, and the, at the time, up and coming George Clooney.

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The whole film cost an estimated $125 million and was a modest commercial success but was a spectacular critical flop. With a 3.7 on IMDB and an 11% on Rotten Tomatoes, it’s no surprise that the film killed the batman film series and nearly killed the entire superhero film genre. The film was voted #1 in Empire magazine’s “50 Worst Movies Ever”, #5 in Entertainment Weekly’s Top 25 Worst Sequels Ever Made, and won a Razzie Award for Worst Supporting Actress for Alicia Silverstone as Batgirl (as well as 10 other Razzie nominations for everything from Worst Picture and Worst Director to Worst Screen Couple and Worst Original Song). Not Joel Schumacher or George Clooney defend the film anymore. When filming was over, George Clooney reportedly quipped, “I think we just killed the series.” He’s even been known to refund people who saw the film and has called the film a “waste of money” in spite of his admittance that it was the biggest break he ever had as a then TV star making the jump to Hollywood.

But we here at Supercult know it’s not the worst film (we’ve seen A LOT worse). At the very least it’s entertaining at times, hilarious at others, and always a feast for the eyes. Even now we can see the 90s superhero film influence on modern pop culture. The next few superhero films such as Sam Rami’s Spider-Man series still attempted to recreate the earnest wackiness of Tim Burton’s series while attempting to avoid the cautionary tale of Batman and Robin. Grittier remakes of batman still pay homage to Tim Burton’s Batman in their aesthetics, their music, and their tone.

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Batman and Robin may be the worst batman film ever, but that makes it the best Supercult Batman film ever, bat nipples and all.

This is why Superman works alone! The Supercult show is proud to present Batman and Robin!

Batman & Robin Howdy all you Supercultists out there on the interwebz! I’m Bad Movie Professor Cameron Coker (BS in “Bat Nipples” with a minor in “Ice Puns”) and I’ll be posting my hype-tacular speeches every week along with some long lost speeches from past Supercult Shows!

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Me and the Devil

Jason Todd was tortured and killed by The Joker and Dick Grayson had disappeared; murdered by the Court of Owls.

But everyone knows a Robin Redbreast in a cage puts all of Heaven in a rage. And even dead birds can fly again when the Gods demand it.

So, when the Talon catches wind of a new crime lord gunning for the Bats, he goes to investigate. After all, birds of a feather flock together and nobody clips a Robin's wings and lives to laugh about.

Characters: Arkham Knight!Jason Todd, Talon!Dick Grayson

Warning: Violence

Pairing: None

Genre: Supernatural? Crime? Horror? idk lmao

Words: 3k+

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Also: I take prompts/requests. Can be found on FF here and Ao3 here

Notes: Mori Shej is 100000% still being worked on, I promise! I'm halfway done with the next chapter, this has just been in my head. ngl this is a self-indulgent fic. There is basically zero canon-compliancy here. Just consider it a total AU. I've been wanting a fic where Talon!Dick and AK!Jason meet.

"If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground"

In the belltower of the abandoned Saint Louise de Marillac Cathedral in Old Gotham perched an unholy, subhuman creature wearing the face of a hero. It was truly a nightmare to behold with it's garish blackened veins against lifeless chalky skin. The luminescent yellow eyes that lit up the shadows only added to the grotesque imagery. That it took the church as its temporary home was a travesty of the most profane form. The Talon had been quite handsome once upon a time and so good at heart. That was years ago, before The Court of Owls plucked Nightwing from the rooftops and brought him to their home in the sewers. The horrors that occurred behind those granite and lime walls were unimaginable. They twisted Dick, made him into a cold, cruel monster and they suffered dearly for it.

It was their fault, really. What did they expect, taking a highly trained hero and corrupting him down to the core through torture? Loyalty? No, Dick Grayson was far too stubborn and spiteful to bow his head to his captors. He could play the game though. He could play it with the best of them. For years he pretended to be their subservient little pet; their lethal weapon of mass destruction. When the time was right and they grew comfortable with the horror they created, he struck them down. It had been pure chaos. Only the other Talons posed a threat to him, and hardly so. Before he was given the serum, the Talons had been a challenge, but he could still hold his own. Now that he had their very same abilities? It was laughable how he tore through them. The utter fear in the Parliament members' eyes when they finally realized what Hell they unleashed on themselves was oh so delicious. Each and every one of them was hunted down and executed without exception. They paid for what they'd done in blood.

The last thing Talon remembered before the Court got to him was his frantic search for his missing little brother. Upon his escape and after the systematic capture and execution of the Court, he took to hunting his old family out of curiosity. Dick needed to know why he'd been left to the torture the Parliament put him through; why he was abandoned in the sewers of Gotham to become the monster he was now. What had been so important that nobody rescued him?

It hadn't been hard to get into the Cave and find what he needed. The memorial cases displaying his Nightwing and the Robin suits would have left an odd feeling in his chest, but emotions had all but been stripped from him. Now he was only hollow and so very, very cold inside. It was in his temporary 'roost' that he watched that video. The brutal torture and death of Jason Todd at the hands of The Joker played out on the dimmed screen of his tablet. The piercing 'bang' of the final gunshot may as well have been the sound of the last nail in the coffin for the clown. Talon knew exactly who was next on his list. Nobody clipped a Robin's wings and lived to laugh about.

The whispers of The Arkham Knight reached him in his hunt for the Joker. Word spread through the underground of a newcomer armed to the teeth with a getup like Batman and gunning for the Batfamily. It was more than enough to pique his interest. Curiosity was always a strong point with Dick and that was something no amount of torture could take from him. So, he waylaid his hunt for a brief period to figure out who was encroaching on his territory. After all, if anyone was going to do some bat-hunting, it was Talon.

That's where the stalking began. He dogged the armored man's every step. From his hideout near the Bowery district to the base of operations in an abandoned shipping facility between Otisburg and Burnley. He could go nowhere without Talon shadowing him. The man had damn good instincts. From the way he looked around, often in the direction of Talon, indicated that he could sense he was being followed. It was almost amusing how paranoid the man became. Cameras were set up all over the place, state-of-the-art security systems were installed, and extra guards were positioned. Not that it stopped the highly trained assassin from slipping through it all.

The new gang seemed to be laying low. If Talon had to guess, it was to avoid unwanted attention of the vigilante sort. His constant watching led him to learn the man was indeed planning a big move against the hero. Talon grew bolder in his movements as his curiosity rose. Soon, he was searching through the office and even rifling through the masked man's various hideouts. That was when he learned that it was not some new crimelord in the making, but rather his 'deceased' brother, Jason Todd, beneath that helmet. He wanted to rip the mask off and see for himself that the dead bird wasn't quite so dead. Talon grew nearly obsessive with his stalking. He felt a sort of kinship with the hero-turned-criminal. Both had been snatched from the Bat, both had been tortured, both had been presumed dead (though it was a little truer in Dick's case), and both had been forgotten by their so-called 'family'. All they were anymore were empty suits in display cases and cautionary tales of what happens when one flies too far from the nest.

Perhaps he grew a bit possessive of his brother and killed those that conspired against The Arkham Knight. Perhaps he grew a bit obsessive and watched the man at nearly every waking, and sleeping, moment. Why shouldn't he be? That was his brother, his successor. It was his responsibility to make sure Jason suffered no longer. He failed his brother once already and he'd make damn sure he didn't fail again.

For weeks now, The Arkham Knight had the eerie feeling of being watched. At first, he searched but found no one. Then, he thought it might be his rampant paranoia growing worse. After all, the time to attack Batman was growing near and it was setting his nerves on edge. However, he wasn't entirely convinced it was all in his head. So he decided to ramp up security discreetly. He had extra eyes around the facility, hidden cameras in every nook and cranny, security systems to rival the Cave's. Still, nothing came of it. That would have put his mind at ease, but the feeling only increased. It even followed him to his hideout. In an act of desperation to escape the eyes, he dropped everything and picked out a new hideout. Jason made sure to take obscure routes to throw off any stalkers upon entering and exiting his new place.

The feeling was gone, but only for a short period of maybe two days, before it resumed. It made the man want to tear his hair out. He didn't want to admit the rising fear he felt, but it was absolutely undeniable. The nightmares only worsened from there. There was a constant thickness in his throat and a buzzing beneath his skin. Jason felt on the edge of panic at almost every point. It was a good thing he had full-body armor to cover his discomfort from the world. Sometimes when the anxiety got to be too much and the walls felt like they were closing in, he would lock himself in his office or his room and try to calm himself down through meditative techniques. The fear was all the worse because he had no idea who was following him so closely. The possibilities nearly petrified him.

That fact brought the anger he was oh so familiar with. The heat of rage was almost comforting in these times. He could handle anger. Hell, it was one of his driving forces at this point, but fear? He had too much of that at this point. He was sick to death of being scared of painted freaks and crowbars. More than once he caught himself screaming at nothing to come out already. Jason was so on edge. He just wanted them to stop. But no one ever came forward and he felt slightly silly for shouting into the shadows. He just couldn't help it.

Once, he thought he saw glowing yellow eyes watching him in the hallway of his hideout. Jason immediately went on the offensive and tried to catch the stalker. However, when he got closer, the corridor was empty. He searched top to bottom, every last corner and hiding spot, but he was alone. An acrid taste had coated his tongue and he was afraid he really was losing his mind. Jason thought he escaped the madness of the Joker, but it seemed he was wrong. It only followed him home. He nearly vomited at the realization. It crushed him on a soul-deep level and left him trembling in despair.

Jason had screamed and screamed and beat his fists into the walls as if they were responsible for his state. There was a pounding in his head that wouldn't subside. Laughter shrieked in his skull, so real he couldn't help the tears that burned his eyes. His fists nearly broke from the force and abuse. That night, he didn't sleep a wink. The next night he abandoned that destroyed hideout. Oh, how he wanted to blow the building sky high as a catharsis, but he couldn't. It'd draw the wrong attention to him too soon.

Unknown to him, those luminous eyes were very real and watched his breakdown with rapture. Nightwing would have wanted to comfort the distraught man. But Talon was only interested in seeing the man come undone. The intense reaction was so interesting. The sheer volume of Jason's emotions was almost addictive to watch. Dick felt so incredibly empty inside, like his heart had been carved straight out. To see the fire of Jason's spirit left him hungering. He craved that heat; wanted to tear his brother's chest open, consume him whole, and fill the abyss left in place of his own lost soul. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so cold and hollow. If Dick had even the barest trace of his old self left in him, he'd be utterly horrified and downright sickened at the thoughts running back and forth through his mind. That man was long since dead.

Tonight, The Arkham Knight was running a deal between his own gang and the Falcone on a shipment of weapons. Talon slipped through the security as if it didn't exist and perched in the dark of the rafters. This deal was going to get very interesting. Carmine had no intention of playing fair with the newcomers. He wanted to 'show them their place'. It was going to get bloody, and that's why he sent a lieutenant in his place. Well, Talon was going to make sure 'The Roman' got his message loud and clear. No one was allowed to mess with what was his.

Jason had that feeling of being watched again. He tried to ignore it as he conducted the deal, but that was growing increasingly difficult. It was as if someone were trying to pick him apart through sight alone. Like a mantra, he reminded himself that it wasn't real. It was all in his head. That is, until smoke started forming around his business partners. It was a familiar sort of smoke screen, like that of a pellet he used to carry as Robin. He started to internally panic, thinking the Bat had found him out already. It was almost instinctive to draw his gun and hold it at the ready.

The frantic cocking of the others' guns had him yelling out for everyone to stand down in an effort to prevent friendly fire. His helmet allowed him to see thermal imaging through the thick cloud. It wasn't Batman that dropped into the smoke, however. The figure was far too sleek in build to be Bruce and moved like liquid. At first, he thought it was Nightwing, back from wherever he disappeared to. The fluid way he flipped around screamed of the hero. But then Jason noticed the knives. Bodies dropped like flies around the unknown intruder. Screams filled the air and before he could get a shot off, the group sent by Falcone were dead. All except one.

As the smoke cleared, he got a good look of the assassin. In Jason's opinion, the owl mask was fucking stupid looking, but the rest of the outfit screamed 'professional killer'. He had lethal looking clawed gauntlets with what looked like throwing knives poking up like feathers and a bandolier of more throwing knives strapped to his chest. There were even more knives on his belt and God knows where else. Jason knew those claws could rend flesh because he saw the man take out a few throats with what seemed like casual swipes.

The last of the guest entourage was held by force before the man. The way the assassin had him kneeling was very close to that of the execution position. One of his many sharp blades was pressed snugly against the mobster's throat in such a way that even a wrong flinch could prove fatal. Those hideous goggles were staring directly at Jason but the knife-happy killer made no move to end the man. Jason had his gun trained expertly on the other's head. After a brief staredown, Jason spoke up with anger.

"You have one chance to give me a good reason not to put a bullet through that fuck-ugly mask of yours."

What he got in response was a slow, almost avian-like tilt of the head. Truthfully, it was downright creepy and made him want to pull the trigger. Before he could, though, the man spoke. Jason had to listen closely as the mask distorted his quiet voice.

"Confess."

He was about to respond with a resounding 'what the fuck' when he realized the assassin wasn't talking to him, but to the man in his grasp.

"What the hell do you mean?! Carmine's gonna hear 'bout this!"

The masked killer leaned down slowly until he was nearly brushing against his captive's face. Talon knew the man was lying. They had all been in on the plan. He had already taken out the reinforcements on the way in.

"Confess."

The way his voice dropped, frigid and soft, was frightening on a primal level. The mobster's shaking was visible even to Jason. The sentiment of 'what the fuck' still applied pretty heavily to the situation at hand. It seemed that was all it took to break the man. He cried out with a voice pitched high in fear.

"Alright! Carmine was plannin' on clippin' some of ya 'n musclin' in on the rest! Just lemme go! I won't say nothin' to the boss, I swear!"

Jason's blood boiled at the scheme. He knew doing business with the Falcone was tricky at best, especially since they were new on the scene, but this? Oh, that Sicilian fuck was going to pay. He was brought out of his angered planning when his apparent ally spoke up.

"Omerta, Jimmy. Omerta."

At the word, the man struggled briefly before stopping once the blade began cutting into his neck. He was all but crying at this point. Jason would say he felt for him, but he was a little too pissed to sympathize with the little shit. 'Jimmy' broke the code of secrecy and was fucked no matter which way he looked. It was tempting to just put a bullet through his head right now, but Jason decided to wait and see what the assassin was planning on doing with the man. Then he'd cap this waste of space and ship his body back to Carmine. 'The Roman Empire' was going to come crumbling down after this, he'd make sure of it.

Talon had no more use for the man. Any other knowledge was above the low-level thug's paygrade. Dick had heard far more in his time spying on the gang than this man was granted access to. All he needed was a solid confession, which he just got. His attention drifted back to The Arkham Knight. The gun pointing at him was of no concern to Talon. Bullets, at best, only slowed him down anymore.

"It's your head they came for, Knight. How would you sentence him?"

His voice, just as before, was all but a whisper. Jason was thankful for the enhanced audio of his helmet, otherwise, he'd have trouble hearing the lilted voice. The masked man was poised as still as a statue, ready to execute Jimmy if he gave the word. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about the unknown assassin at this point, though he was relatively certain that this was the one who was stalking him. That would most definitely be addressed later. For now, he had a rat to deal with.

He walked around the table, gun still pointed at the knife-wielding man in case he tried anything funny. When he stopped in front of the two, Jimmy was basically hyperventilating and blood dripped from the worsening wound on his neck. Jason noticed the knife had been shifted to prevent accidental death. This guy was really serious about letting Jason decide his fate, it seemed. It might be flattering if the guy weren't so damn creepy. He still wanted to at least stab him a few times for stalking him.

"I got it from here."

That earned him another one of those odd, bird-like head tilts. Then, the thug was pushed toward Jason in a sort of sacrificial manner. Before he could try to flee, Jason grabbed his collar and lifted him up to eye level.

"You're gonna deliver a message to your boss for me, Jimmy."

The man shook like a leaf as Jason spoke. The fear was evident in the way his voice raised and stuttered over his words.

"S-sure thing, Mr. Arkham Knight sir. Whatever ya s-say."

Jason was smirking beneath the helmet. The deference given to him for his position in the underground crime scene took a bit of getting used to. It wasn't the same sort of respect and fear that Robin had gotten him. Robin scared criminals because that meant prison and The Bat. The Arkham Knight scared criminals because he was either their boss or their rival, and rivalries usually ended in death. They feared for their freedom with Robin. They feared for their life with Knight.

"Never said you needed to be alive to deliver the message."

Before the man could make another peep, Jason threw him to the ground and shot him through the head. He made an indistinct motion for this whole mess to be cleaned up. There was a whole lot of work to be done now that the Falcones pissed him off. But first, there was a certain bird-themed stalker he needed to take care of. He turned around, ready to start grilling the masked man, but was surprised to see the facility assassin-less. The fact that he just got Batman-ed by some guy in an Owl mask made his eye twitch.

"Where the fuck did he go?!"

A few of his men pointed upward. Jason followed the line and immediately picked out the sunroof he could have sworn he reinforced, welded shut, and set up with alarms to prevent just this. He wasted no time in grappling up to the spot and inspecting the window. If the killer had slipped through here, he took the time to rearm the alarms, much to Jason's frustration. The fact that he even knew how to deal with his security system made the situation significantly worse. This was Bat-level tech. Who in the hell knew how deal with Bat-level tech? It set his teeth on edge.

The guy was probably expecting Jason to disarm the alarms and slip out to find him. A diversion tactic to buy him more time to escape. Well, Jason said 'fuck that'. He slammed it open and let his men deal with the blaring sirens now. There were more important things he had to deal with. Like catching a homicidal stalker that liked to cosplay as a bird. The head start he got from slipping out when Jason was distracted made this all the trickier. But he was trained by the Bat, and if there's one thing Jason can do right, it's hunt someone down.

His hunt, however, was cut short when he swung over to the neighboring building and was met with a pile of dead bodies. Jason nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise. There was at least twelve people stacked together and bleeding out over the rooftop. He needed to take a brief moment to recompose himself before assessing the situation. He recognized a few faces vaguely as belonging to a few ranking members of the Falcone. They were strapped with some heavy weapons. Jason had a growing feeling he knew exactly what happened and who did it. That's when the white sheet of paper caught his attention.

Someone, he was betting that black-clad assassin, pinned a note to one of the bodies with a fucking knife. He reached over and ripped the note off. It was a bit difficult to read the somewhat messy lettering when he opened it due to the blood smeared all over the paper, but he managed. The note was short, sweet, and to the point.

You're welcome, Baby Bird.

That was it, but it made his blood run cold. Nobody knew who he was before The Arkham Knight. Jason was really, really hoping it was just a stupid nickname the guy chose to keep on with the bird-theme and not a reference to his time as Robin. It couldn't be. Jason Peter Todd, the second Robin, was legally dead. He wasn't in the system any longer. It was just a name picked by an obsessive freak with a bird fetish. That didn't stop his gut from churning at the thought. He radioed to his men, informing them of the mess that needed to dealt with up here.

Just across the way and perched on a billboard sat the Talon. His enhanced vision allowed him to watch Jason quite clearly, even from this distance and darkness.

"Don't worry Little Wing, nobody will hurt you again. I'll kill them all first."

He watched until The Arkham Knight returned to the compound, out of his sight. Then, Talon turned and started making his way toward the high-end area of Gotham. There was a certain crime lord that made his list tonight.

#My Writing #Fic #Me and the Devil Verse #Talon!Dick #Arkham Knight!Jason #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd

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A Talon by Any Other Name

Chapter 10 - Spiralling

The only sounds coming from the comm. was bitten back shouts of pain and muttered curses. Tim was fighting to hold back tears. Bruce had sent him upstairs, trying to protect him, but he had forgotten the comm. unit Tim had had in his pocket. He'd heard everything. He was still hearing everything.

“Dick? Hood? Can you hear me?”

Nothing.

“Please, answer me. Dick, we found Hood's name. Please, we know who he was. Bats hasn't told me, but I know he knows. Your name got taken, but we can give that back too. We can give them both back.” If the Talons could hear, no matter what state they were in, they would find some way to answer.

Nothing for a solid minute. Then, “Hey, Acrobat?”

“Yeah Hood?”

“Think they'll... find us?”

“'Course Little Wing. Why -agh- why wouldn't they?”

“I'm not sure I'm worth it. You have hope in you Acrobat. I saw the record... of your -urgh- assignments. Nothing worse than... the murder of a corrupt political figure. I've done a lot worse.”

Tim shook his head. Hood couldn't hear him, but he spoke anyways. “No Hood. No. What you did then wasn't your fault.”

Dick seemed to have the same idea. “Not your fault Little Wing. Not... your... faul...t.”

Hood let out a small, pained chuckle. “Good idea. Can't feel it if you're unconscious. Don't worry. I'll keep watch.” He gave out a gasp, then a slow inhale. The quality on this call was really good. Near perfect clarity. Tim stifled a sob. “You had a name, right? I remember calling you something else. But it's... ow, it's gone.” Hood fell silent.

There was a few hours of this, silence with nothing to distract Tim from his thoughts. Hood and Dick were not here. They were hurt and not only could he do nothing to find them, he was stuck in his room. Alfred was “dusting” outside, probably to keep him from running off. He just... felt so useless! He opened the feed to the Batcave on his computer. He'd planted a camera there a few days ago, which Bats had obviously found within the hour. But he hadn't found the secondary camera, the one that was smaller and better hidden. Not as good quality, but better than nothing.

Bruce was typing frantically. A million windows were plastered across the screens, with traffic cams of all locations and angles displayed. He'd hacked the financial records of every Owl he knew of, looking for purchased houses, ware houses, sheds, bolt holes, boats, anything and everything that was big enough to hold two Talons.

Talons? Tim didn't want to call them Talons anymore. Because they weren't. Talons were cold, calculating, horrible. Murderers. Dick and Hood were warm and full of laughter and they could bring so much goodness to this world if they were given the chance.

Dick had called him a brother. So that was what he was. Timothy Jackson Drake, adopted son of Bryce Wayne, vigilante Red Wing, and the younger brother of Richard John Grayson and Hood.

...That last part sounded weird. He'd have to get Hood's name from Bruce later.

Tim was just about to open a feed to the Batcomputer, to lend a hand, when an alert flared across the screen. Joker again, this time with Ivy. Already, they were planting bombs downtown. Most likely some mix of Joker toxin and pheromone pollen. Bruce flexed his hands in his gloves, obviously conflicted.

Finally, he pulled his cowl over his head and headed for the Batmobile, locking down the Batcomputer to finish the tasks without him.

Of course, now Tim couldn't help with that either. With a cry of frustration, he slammed his fist into the ground. Then, again. And again. It wasn't a productive use of his energy, in any way, shape, or format, but it was very satisfying. Right up until his knuckles started bleeding, and a little after.

He probably would have kept going, but a sound from the comm. brought him out of his stupor, diving for the dropped and forgotten unit to better hear everything that was said.

“Ahhh ah, ow, that was my intestine. Hate gut wounds. The acid goes ever-ahhhowow-where. Yeah, yeah, Cobb. I can see your little camera. Not gonna make me scream.”

There was a muffled beep, followed by a series of thuds and an electrical whine. When it stopped, Hood lay panting for a minute, the laughed. “Nope. Nice try. Electrocution always sucks. Be careful though. Don't want to waste the battery on this thing or it won't have enough juice to kill me.”

There was a groan. “You up Acrobat?”

“I... yeah, I oh, OW! That's...”

“Stomach acid. Yeah.”

“Hate it when that happens.” There was a cough, then scraping as someone shifted position. “Hood, about what you said earlier...” Another cough, this time from Hood. “You're worth it Hood. You are.”

“No, I'm no-”

“No! You are. Ow, shouldn't have shouted. Hood, I saw it four years ago, and I still see it. You're -ow- good. No, shut up, you are. You're not a Talon anymore. You can be... you can be a Robin.”

“Haha-ow-ha. A what?”

“A Robin. That's what my mooo-ow-oom used to call me. Her little bird on the trapeze.”

“I'm not a Robin Acrobat. I've never been on a trapeze. Ouch. How do you even remember this?” A whimper. Tim wasn't sure who it was from.

“They didn't know I remembered it, so they didn't -agh- know to take it away. And that's not the point you brat.” Somehow, they managed to share a laugh. “What I mean is, you're still bright. Not innocent anymore, you've seen too much. But you glow with life, with goodness.” There was a moment of silence. “You said I had hope in me. That was because of you Little Wing. Before I -urgh- met you, I did horrible things. I wasn't a... person. But I saw you and I rebuilt myself around being your brother. You just have to rebuild yourself too. You don't believe me. I can see it. Don't -ah- worry. You will. You'll see it some day.” There was some more shifting. “Hm? Hood? What's -ow- that?”

“It's a comm... The comm. Batman gave us.”

Jimmy the Snake was a low level thug. Of course, he fancied himself the next Falcone, but so did half the people in his gang. They'd gotten picked up recently, to help keep the Bat away while Joker and Ivy set up their latest “destroy Gotham” plan. A good plan, but they would need more than the measly hundred guys they'd gotten if they really wanted to keep the Bat off of them. Good pay though. Which was the only reason Jimmy the Snake was standing here, holding a semi-automatic and trying to look tough. Fairly easy when he stood at 6'4” and had a face that looked like it'd been through a blender.

Not the point. Point was, he'd been around the block. He'd seen the Bat take out twice this many guys with a paper clip and seventeen oranges. That had been a day. But he'd never seen this.

They saw the Bat coming. That was unusual enough. Normally, he snuck up on them, swooped down from the nearest tall building. And there were a lot of tall building to choose from. But instead he drove in, right up main street like it was nothing. Then, still half a block away, he launched himself out. Honest to God launched. The... what was it... momentum threw him over the heads of the small army Ivy had collected and right into Joker. Seriously, his feet landed on Joker's face. Before the clown could fall, he was pushing off, flying back into the crowd.

And that was where things got surreal. The Bat was the most seamless fighter Jimmy had ever seen. The absolute best. Of course, one day, Jimmy would get lucky and take the Bat out – blaming it on his mad skills of course – but that was for later. When he had time to cement his criminal empire. This though...

He was fighting like the thugs he took out. All heavy fists and no finesse. Bats usually moved like water, but now he was like a jerky automaton. Rigid punch, followed by rigid kick, then rigid elbow to the rib cage. Not only that, but he was getting injured and stuff. Greggie Manfred scored himself a blow to the ribs, and Greggie was the worst fighter in Jimmy's outfit. Jimmy himself managed to sneak up on the Bat and ram a knife into his side. Skittered off the Kevlar, missed the kidneys, but it was in there. On any other day, he would have been over the moon over this. Jimmy the Snake, and he slithered in and stabbed the Bat.

But he had snuck up on the Bat. People don't just sneak up on the Bat. This one time, Jimmy had watched Annie Grimes sneak up on him. The warehouse they'd been in had been incredibly noisy, and Annie had always been quiet. But just as she'd been about to blow his brains out point blank,he'd reached over his shoulder, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and had Annie face first on the ground and cuffed before anyone could blink. People didn't just sneak up on the Bat. Didn't matter if it was in a noisy warehouse or a noisy fight, it didn't happen. But Jimmy had.

So excuse Jimmy for being a little worried. Bats was his greatest nemesis, and Jimmy the snake was Bat's (well, one day). But he couldn't rise to the top of the top if he didn't have the Bat to oppose him. Sure, Red Wing would be fine, seeing as he wasn't here or nothing, but there was no glory to be grabbed by fighting someone half his age for the rest of his life.

His worry lasted right up until Bat's got a hold of him. Jimmy had been keeping count. The Bat had a few broken ribs, sprained ankle, four bullet holes and half a dozen knife wounds, but he still managed to grab Jimmy by the head, snap both of his arms, beat him half senseless, and drop him, all in the span of about ten seconds.

Bats could go screw himself. Clearly, he was fine.

If Batman had been thinking clearly, he would be worried about how he was behaving. Of the hundred or so thugs that were in the area, he had maybe twenty left, and he was starting to wear down. He couldn't quite curl the fingers on his right hand into a proper fist anymore. Repeated connections with one too many thugs' faces. Not only were they bruised, they were bleeding under his gloves and one of them was dislocated. But he wasn't. Worried, that is. All he could think about was the missing boys, their feed still coming through the comm.

THUD

A small moan of pain, its intensity in no way affected by its size.

THUD THUD BAM CRUNCH

Even unconscious, Dick cried out, louder than he would have if he'd been awake.

WHAM CRACK THUD CRUNCH

The loudest noise that came from Hood was a whimper, but Batman could hear the suppressed screams in every one.

THUD THUD THUD THUd THud Thud thud thud ...

The criminal he had in his hands was begging for him to stop. His entire face was a swollen bleeding mask. Barely aware of his surroundings, Batman stood up. The one he had been beating to death had been the last one, so he slowly turned to Joker and Ivy, who were still here for whatever reason. He shot out his grapple gun, reeling himself in so he flew right past Joker, arm-barring him in the throat. While the Joker wheezed chuckles, he turned to Ivy.

Something in his face made her surrender immediately. The Joker just kept laughing. “Haha-wheeze-hahaha. Batsy! I love this... new side to you.”

Later, much later, Batman would remember Joker's words and be horrified. After all, he had just beaten a hundred people half to death with nothing more than his fists. But right now, Dick and Hood needed him. These people were standing between him and finding them. So, with a simple, decisive punch, he knocked Joker unconscious. “Shut up.”

He knocked out Ivy, cuffed both villains, and shut down their machine. It looked like it would spread pollen, laced with Joker Gas, into the air. The pollen would kill off the humans, Ivy would get her plant paradise, Joker would get his laugh, the standard fare for these kind of scenarios.

He took a few samples, less neatly than usual, then called the Batmobile. He had to admit, he had stopped listening to the comm. when the Joker had spoken to him. He tuned back in, just in time to hear Hood say, “The comm. Batman gave us.”

He took the Batmobile at max speed back to the Cave.

“It's a comm...” Urgh. Ah, that one hurt. Whatever Cobb had put on them, it was moving. Slowly. “The comm. Batman gave us.” And it was cold. So cold. Probably coated in -ow- that anti-Talon juice. Or secreting it or something.

He tried to move closer to the comm., to try and turn it on, but was stopped by an intense pain every time he moved his leg. Ah. Ow. Right. The thing had drilled through his pelvis. Hadn't healed yet.

Acrobat was moving to the comm. too, and making better progress than Hood was. Just looking at him hurt. Not because of the torment they were both going through, although that was... hhnngghh-ow. Moving hurt. Breathing hurt. Where was he?

Acrobat. Acrobat had a name. He did. And it was there, hovering at the edge of his brain. It reminded him of that time the Court had run out of anti-Talon juice, but he had back-talked one of the Owls for the millionth time. They had tossed him in a large pit for a week. The sides had been beveled so the bottom was wider than the top. No food, no water. Once, day six or so, they had dangled a water bottle on a string at him. It had been agony, being so close to grabbing it, but every time his fingers barely grazed it.

This was worse.

Acrobat was at the comm. With a final grunt, he grabbed it, pulling it closer to his chest, a movement which made Hood realize that his arm was broken. Not surprising. With this what-ever-it-was in them, their bodies weren't focusing on healing little things like broken bones and contusions. Hood himself had fourteen broken bones and... um. He hadn't counted the cuts. But there was a lot.

Crawling closer to Acrobat, he saw that the older Talon had almost managed to find the switch. Honestly, these Bat-people and not labeling their tech. He flipped the switch, and almost immediately, there was a screaming from Hood's abdomen. Acrobat's too from the way he cried out.

The thing had reached his diaphragm. Already, he was having trouble breathing. But his hearing still worked. And thankfully, there was a voice talking at them.

“Hood! Dick! Are you alright?” Red. He was safe. The Talons let out a sigh of relief.

Wait. What did he say? “Dick? Is that Acrobat's name?”

“Yes! Richard John Grayson! But Hood, you said that Dick suited him better. Where are you two?”

For the first time, Hood took a look at his surroundings. “Not a building. A cavern. And not one I recognize, so not anywhere near the Court.”

Acrobat – Dick – coughed, then chimed in. “Walls are dry. Not close to any water source. And there's a tiny bit of light coming from a hole in the ceiling. Can't see anything though. Just sky.”

“Rock is grey. Don't know if that helps.” The thing traveling through him felt like it was trailing something. Like a string thing that kept it attached to the device still latching on to his leg. If he could, he would pull it out. But the device had its claws in deep, sinking into his femur. And with his hands on a short chain attached to his neck, there wasn't any good position to pull it off.

Breathing got really difficult all of a sudden. The thing, it was eating through a lung, at an angle. Why at an angle? “Red, we won't be able to... talk pretty soon. Just wanted to say... I don't regret a minute of it. Those two free weeks -wheeze -were the best in my... life. I think -gasp- my whole life, even the before stuff. So thanks. And you need... to work on defending from attacks... coming from your left.” His lung was filling with blood. He coughed out a damp cough, feeling the red trickle down his chin.

“What are you talking about? Tell me all of this later Hood.” There was the sound of keys clicking. Was Tim trying to find them?

Another breathless cough from Dick. “Sure, but we want... to tell you now too Red. Ha. What kind of brother... am I? One of you is dying right -gasp- next to me, and I'm leaving the other one to fend for himself.”

Was it just him, or was his intestine healing? “You're not! You're not leaving me! We're going to find you and you're going to be fine!”

“Sure Red. But hey, while I... have you, I just wanted to say thanks as well. You gave... me my memories... back. You know, I'd given up... on them? But you -cough- gave them back, just like you and Hood gave back... my self. Without you too, I'd probably be... another Cobb. You're my brothers, and I'll always... love you.”

Hood wanted to reply. But the thing chose that moment to finish with his first lung and start in on his second.

Suddenly, there wasn't enough air. He gasped, sucking in air and having none of it do a lick of good. Beside him, Dick was wheezing and still trying to rasp out words, but there wasn't any air.

His lungs burned, or, the parts of them not ruined by the thing did. Those parts were cold, freezing him from the inside out. Pressure started building in his head. He wasn't getting enough air, he wasn't getting any air!

Tim was shouting. “...at's going on? Are you two alr... ... alk to m... ...ease Hood, Dick! Say som...”

His lungs were burning and still the thing kept moving. Faster now. No apparent reason. His chest was heaving, taking in massive quantities of air and losing most of it. Blood rushed in from the millions of openings. Every exhale had a river following it, every inhale rattled and sloshed. Dick, his friend, his brother, was facing him. Together, they slipped into darkness.

#Loxie's fics #Brainwashing #Torture #Lots of torture #Blood #Injuries #Bad times #Talon AU #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Alfred Pennyworth #William Cobb #Bruceman #Jay #Timmers #Dickie #Alfie

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