#i believe she is near dick or jason ages in that fic as she will be in my own

[lucyskywalker]

I was reading Daminette fics and I loved it, but then I crossed a different premise, clicked to read and now I can't take this brilliant idea out of my head.

What if Marinette adopted Damian?

I really liked and enjoyed the romatic fics, but this? Dammmm. I love fics about family more than I like romance tbf, and I am in love with this premise. Of Damian learning and growing in a healthy way, with a mother who actually cares with him. The fic who worked hard on this is called He is my kid and you can read it here.

Now I am writing one with a similar premise, but in a more dramatic way. Yes. One more work added to my fics. But this one I will write and post, because I can't stop thinking about it.

#marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #maribat? #daminette? #whatever #THIS IS THE MAMANETTE I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED! #batman #dc #crossover #fic #fanfic #miraculous ladybug #Miraculous #miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir #and no #marinette is not as old as bruce #i believe she is near dick or jason ages in that fic as she will be in my own

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Could you please write Jason and Y/N (Father of Mine Universe) with prompts 48, 31, and maybe 30? could go either way.

Even if you choose not to write this, thanks for creating Father of Mine, it's one of my favorite fics!

Father of Mine

48. Using your body to shield them from attack.

31. Hurriedly checking for their pulse.

30. Performing CPR when they stop breathing.

Jason and Y/N were walking along the water after getting dinner.

Most of the harbors in Gotham were run by one crime lord or another. Which meant that there were very few areas on the water for civilians to enjoy – or feel safe. 

But Jason knew of a strip that was under the radar.

There were a few other couples with the same idea. And random groups of kids and teenagers hanging out and messing around.

Jason was relaxed.

That was his first mistake.

Jason had immediately clocked a random middle-aged man who was covered in sweat and was visibly trembling.

Being far too familiar with the sight, Jason assumed the guy was another unfortunate addict. 

But then he noticed the man was carrying a backpack.

Jason had all of 5 seconds to realize what was about to happen.

He shielded Y/N with his body while screaming as loud as he could, “Get down!”

Jason knew he couldn’t save everyone, and Y/N would always be his number one priority.

The next second, the bomb exploded.

The impact knocked Jason unconscious.

For how long, he had no idea.

He was disoriented from the explosion, his ears ringing from tinnitus and his vision struggling to focus from the vertigo. Yet, somehow he could still hear the beating of his heart in his eardrums. 

People were screaming in pain around him and others were crying as they looked down at their loved ones. Half the harbor was on fire from the explosion. Cement and debris was everywhere. Jason’s hair was grey from it.

He blinked and then panicked.

“Y/N!” Jason screamed when he realized she wasn’t anywhere near him.

He jumped to his feet and whipped around in every direction looking for her.

“Y/N!” He screamed even louder, his throat burning from the effort.

Then he realized when the explosion when off they had been standing next to the railing that blocked off the water. The railing that had now been blasted away and into the harbor.

Jason sprinted to the edge and looked down at the black water below.

Without hesitation, he dove into the depths.

It was almost impossible to see anything.

But just seconds later, he found Y/N unconscious and completely submerged.

Jason had never swam faster in his life.

But when they breached, Y/N didn’t gasp for air.

She was completely unconscious.

Jason’s eyes darted around, trying to find their escape.

By some miracle, there was a rusty ladder that led back up to the pier from the water.

Jason put Y/N’s body over his shoulder as he climbed the ladder, silently praying that the metal didn’t break under their combined weight.

When they reached the top, he gently laid her down and his fingers shot to the pulse point at her neck.

Nothing.

“No, no, no,” Jason mumbled. “Y/N. Come on, baby. You’re not doing this to me.”

He found his Red Hood comm in the pocket of his jacket, and put it to his hear.

“Contact Bruce,” he commanded the AI as he started performing CPR on Y/N.

“What is it?” Bruce answered with slight panic. 

Jason had never called him like this before. And therefore Bruce knew immediately something terrible happened.

“Get the fucking jet here right now,” Jason growled.

“What’s happened?” Bruce asked, but it was obvious he was moving around already to leave.

“There was an explosion. She doesn’t have a pulse and she’s not breathing,” it was all Jason was capable of giving him. “Just get the fucking jet here now!”

He didn’t have time to explain more and hung up. And he didn’t have to say Y/N’s name for Bruce know who he was talking about. There was only one woman in Jason’s life that would have him sounding so panicked and desperate.

Jason continued his CPR, fully focused now that he knew Bruce was on the way.

Still nothing.

He did another round of compressions.

Jason’s eyes started watery as his mind began to believe that Y/N wasn’t going to make it.

He wouldn’t survive.

Y/N had changed his life. She made him better, made him good, made him want to worker harder – do literally anything to become the man she deserved and to continue to be deserving of her love.

“Please,” Jason whimpered. “Please don’t leave me.”

But then Y/N’s eyes shot open and she immediately turned over and started coughing up water.

“Holy fuck,” Jason gasped in relief at the sight.

Y/N continued coughing until her throat was scratched and dry.

Jason rubbed her back, trying to comfort her without preventing her body from getting all the water out of her lungs.

After she finished, she was shaking from being freezing cold and from the shock.

Despite him also being wet, Jason put his coat over her shoulders.

“Don’t ever fucking do that to me again,” Jason begged Y/N as he pulled her into his arms. 

He kissed the crown of her head and hoped his body heat would be enough to warm her up.

“What happened?” Her voice had never been raspier and it was now quivering.

“A bomb went off. I thought I shielded you from it, but the impact must’ve thrown you into the harbor.”

“I’m OK,” she tried to tell him. But her shaking voice was unconvincing. 

Jason wasn’t letting go of her anytime soon.

It was only 5 minutes later that the batplane touched down on what remained of the pier.

Jason looked up to see Dick, Tim, and Damian jump out and immediately start helping the injured.

But Bruce, dressed in his Batman uniform, was walking straight to Jason and Y/N.

“She needs to go to a hospital,” Jason called out when Bruce was a few yards away. “Her heart stopped beating and her lungs took in too much water.”

Jason knew Bruce wouldn’t argue with taking Y/N there immediately.

Bruce was clearly relieved at seeing his daughter alive and conscious. But that didn’t mean she was in the clear. Nearly drowning still had its risks. If her heart stopped beating, she was in danger of brain damage or pneumonia.

“I’ll take her. You help the others,” Bruce ordered as he stepped forward to take Y/N from Jason’s arms.

“Like fucking hell I am,” Jason growled as he stood up with Y/N in his arms.

Bruce was about to fight him on it, but then he met Y/N’s eyes. Her skin was pale and almost had a blue tint to it. She looked so small and vulnerable in Jason’s arms. Not like the strong and grown woman that had first strutted into Wayne Manor.

“I’m not leaving her,” Jason added for good measure.

Bruce finally sighed and nodded. “Take the jet. You know where to go. I’ll meet you there.”

Before Jason could carry her away, Y/N whispered, “What about the others?” 

Her eyes tried to look around her boyfriend’s broad shoulders to see the other victims.

“B is going to help them,” Jason gently told her. He even angled his body to block her line of sight. She didn’t need to see any of it. 

“We already have ambulance and firemen on the way,” Bruce added, hoping it would convince her further not to worry herself. 

There was nothing she could do for them anyway. 

Then Bruce locked eyes with Jason. “Go. Get out of here. Take care of her.”

“Always,” Jason muttered quickly before hurrying Y/N to the jet.

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Y/N woke up to two low voices clearly having a serious discussion, but trying to keep their voices down.

When she opened her eyes, Y/N realized she was in a hospital room. But it wasn’t just any room. It seemed like a five-star hotel with how fancy it was. It didn’t have that sterile smell or those harsh fluorescent lights that caused headaches.

“It was a turf war,” Bruce told Jason quietly. “Carmine has jurisdiction over the harbor the two of you were at tonight. But Farrelli wanted it for himself. He forced his latest victim to bring the bomb.”

Jason crossed his arms. “So, the guy was dead either way, Farrelli just thought he’d put him to some use before he murdered him.”

Bruce nodded. “And kill five more people with him.”

“Five people died?” Y/N burst out without realizing it.

Both men’s heads whipped in her direction.

“You’re awake,” Jason sighed and immediately rushed to her side.

“What hospital am I at?” She mumbled, looking around again.

“Gotham General,” he told her as he sat on the edge of the bed to face her.

Jason gently grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. But he had no intention of letting it go, keeping a tight hold and rubbing his thumb back and forth across her skin.

Bruce was slower to join them as he walked with his hands in his pant pockets.

“This isn’t Gotham General,” she commented with a suspicious gaze. 

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Well, as soon as Bruce arrived, they realized that you’re Gotham royalty by blood, and brought you to a special suite.”

Then Y/N’s eyes slowly moved to her father. “Five people died from the explosion?”

She needed to know. But she also knew that both men would try to protect her from possible survivor’s guilt.

So Bruce just nodded.

“How are you feeling?” Jason asked, trying to distract her by changing the subject.

“Tired. And my throat is sore,” she admitted with a light shrug.

Then she looked up at Jason and really took him in.

There were dark shadows under his eyes – the eyes that were still a bit bloodshot. 

Had he been crying? She hadn’t registered that. 

His hair was a mess, probably from drying haphazardly after jumping into the water to save her.

“Are you OK?” She asked.

It would be right on brand for Jason to risk his life saving her, but ignore any and all injures that he’d received from the same life-threatening travesty.

“I’m fine. Always am,” Jason reassured her too quickly.

Bruce chimed in,“We were all just worried about you, Y/N.”

Both men knew her next question was going to be about the well-being of Damian, Dick, and Tim.

“Can we go home?” She asked softly.

Y/N had always hated hospitals. And once her mother got cancer, Y/N absolutely despised them. Now all she had attached to them was bad memories that constantly threatened to trigger her. 

“They just need to get a scan back, make sure everything’s good,” Jason tried to comfort her. “Once that’s good, I’ll take you home.”

He knew her distaste for hospitals and was prepared for her to want to escape at the earliest opportunity.

“Scan?” Y/N questioned.

“You didn’t have a pulse,” Bruce explained. “You have a concussion. We need to make sure there was no brain damage or any lasting side effects.”

“Right,” she mumbled, trying not to sound worried.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Jason reassured her as he cupped her cheek.

“Perhaps you should stay at the manor for a few days,” Bruce offered. “You can relax and not be bothered.”

“She can not be bothered in our apartment,” Jason interrupted, giving him side eye.

“Jason…” Y/N warned gently.

She knew the signs of Jason getting worked up. The fire in his eyes was always something Y/N could read – more than anyone else.

Bruce wasn’t offended by Jason’s little snipe. He was used to his temper. But his gaze did turn rather serious. 

“Could I talk to you outside for a moment?”

Jason was about to refuse, not wanting to leave Y/N’s side. But he knew that would just most likely lead to an argument. And Y/N didn’t need to hear or see that. She was already exhausted and recovering. The last thing she needed was to witness was her father and boyfriend going at it – especially over her.

So Jason just nodded and stormed out of the room.

The quicker they got this over with, the better.

As soon as the door closed, Jason was sizing Bruce up.

“What exactly is your next move?” Bruce questioned.

“I’m going after Farrelli,” Jason rumbled, as if it was obvious.

No one put Y/N in danger and got away with it. Jason had already come up with a plan on how to seek his revenge. 

It was going to be gruesome and dirty, but nothing less than what the bastards deserved.

Bruce clearly had expected this answer. “So do you plan on doing that while you take care of Y/N?” And he tilted his head as he challenged Jason.

“Are you really trying to stop me?”

Bruce took a step forward. “No, Jason. I’m trying to protect you from yourself. You get blinded by vengeance. And I let you get away with it. But now your actions don’t just effect you…they effect her, too.”

Jason blinked.

“Y/N needs you right now. Even though she will act like she doesn’t.” Bruce inhaled. “If you’re going to put revenge over her wellbeing, she should stay at the manor.”

This was a somewhat of a warning – an opportunity for Jason to do the right thing before he could make his mistake.

Jason’s head hung low now. “I can’t let him get away with it. She almost died, Bruce.”

“And he won’t. But we’ll take care of it,” Bruce promised.

Jason thought it about a moment, before he finally nodded slowly. “I think the manor would be good. But I won’t leave her.”

“I never said you had to,” Bruce corrected.

Jason nodded again and made his way to the door of Y/N’s room again.

“Jason?” Bruce called.

He turned around with an eyebrow quirked.

“Thank you for saving her life.”

Jason tried not to roll his eyes, but took a few steps back to Bruce. 

“You have your opinions about me and her, I’m sure. But I want to make this is clear: I’m always going to protect her. Always. What happened tonight is never going to happen again. I’d die protecting her.”

Jason didn’t wait for Bruce’s response before turning back around. 

But just as he opened Y/N’s door her heard, “I know, Jason. I’ve always known.”

—————

Jason was able to convince Y/N to stay at the manor.

And she surprisingly agreed – as long as he came with her.

Alfred spoiled her rotten with all of her favorite meals. He was constantly bring her tea or coffee. 

Damian ordered all of his pets to keep her company and cuddle with her. To the point where Jason was annoyed because there was literally no space for him.

Tim downloaded a hundred movies for her to watch. 

Dick sent flowers and chocolates. 

Even Clark stopped by when he heard what happened. 

Unbeknownst to Y/N, all the boys and Bruce were working on taking down Farrelli. 

If Jason was the man from just a few years ago, Farrelli’s corpse would already be rotting somewhere in Gotham. But he had changed. Now they had to do things the right way.

Jason stuck to Y/N’s side like glue. He hovered, watched her like a hawk, wouldn’t let her do anything on her own.

After of a few days of this, Y/N finally had enough.

“You gonna talk to me anytime soon?” She asked him in bed on their third night.

Jason broke their eye contact.

“Jason. Please?” She whispered.

Silence filled the room.

“I can’t do it.”

Her brow furrowed. “Can’t do what?”

For a split moment, she thought he was about to try and break up with her. 

“I can’t watch you get hurt again. I just…I can’t.”

She cupped his cheeks. “But I’m right here. And I’m fine, Jason.”

“When I…” He hesitated. “When I died. I knew it was coming. I saw the bomb counting down and I knew there was no escape. I accepted my fate. I knew I was going to die. And I was scared.” 

Jason shook his head and took in a deep breath, “But Y/N…that was nothing compared to what I felt when I was convinced I’d lost you. I’m never been so fucking terrified in my life.”

Y/N smothered him with her embrace. “I’m so sorry for scaring you. But I’m OK. Please just focus on that. Please.”

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” Jason whispered into her hair. “This place was hell before I met you. And I have no fuckin’ interest in fighting it without you.”

Y/N wished she could promise Jason that she would never leave him. But she was the child of a mother who passed far too soon. She knew life and death could be so cruel, ripping the loved ones away with or without warning.

No, she didn’t die this time. But who was to say something like this wouldn’t happen again? And maybe next time, she wouldn’t be so lucky. They lived in Gotham after all.

“Fate may have other ideas…But I never plan on leaving your side, Jason. I love you too much to do anything else.”

Jason actually laughed. “I can fight fate.”

He’d done it once before.

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I have a few more of these prompts for bonus material. But let me know what you think 🤗

#father of mine #father of mine bonus content #bruce wayne x daughter #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #red hood x reader #red hood reader insert #batfam #batboys #batsis #bruce wayne x batsis #batboys x batsis #batfam x batsis

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Lovestruck - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, kinda Dick Pairings: future!jondami, implied-kinda?timkon, also timbernard Summary: Damian starts acting weird after Tim and Bernard begin dating. Turns out even this kid can be naive, and a total idiot, when he wants to be. A/N: idk a headcanon I couldn’t stop thinking about haha. Damian is absolutely one of those genius kids who don’t know the most basic things. Also if it’s not clear, Damian is comparing Tim’s answers to what he likes in people to if they match Conner. all ages are current canon so Tim is immortal and Damian is 14 mkay bye.

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When Tim started dating Bernard, he expected a lot of different things. He expected Bruce’s protectiveness, Dick’s softness, Jason’s gift of XL condoms, Cassandra’s date suggestions and even Stephanie’s own prepared shovel talks for his new paramour.

But he did not expect…well, this.

He did not expect to see Damian sitting on the front porch when Bernard brought him home from their third date. He did not expect Damian to start furiously writing in the notebook on his lap at the sight of them.

He did not expect to come down to breakfast and see the kitchen table scattered with notes and lists and images of way too pretty people, pictures of Bernard and Steph among them.

“…What are you doing?” Tim found himself asking sleepily.

“Research.” Damian replied simply, sipping thoughtfully from a mug on the island. “None of your concern.”

“Oh yeah?” Tim asked as he approached. Instantly he tapped the photos of Steph and Bernard. “So why are there pictures of my ex-girlfriend and current…boyfriend here?”

His stomach still did giddy jumps at the thought.

Damian’s lips twitched, like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then he reached out and slid the photos underneath some papers. “Just…persons of interests.”

“For?”

“None of your concern.” Damian reiterated. Quickly, he began to shuffle all of his papers and pictures together. “Jeez, what does that Dowd boy even see in you…”

And then he was gone before Tim’s pre-caffeine mind could catch up.

After that, Damian was less obvious, but Tim could still catch on. In fact, everyone was catching on. But, like the emotionally constipated Bats they were, no one said anything, or tipped their youngest off.

They all just watched, as he suddenly began to distantly follow Tim around. Around the house, around the city, both as a civilian and in uniform. It was Cassandra who declared that Damian was watching who Tim was interacting with, not necessarily him.

He never followed him on his dates, though.

Then came the questions. Every time they were together. They’d go to lunch downtown near the office, and Damian would ask:

“Do you like that girl’s hair?”

“Would you ever wear those shoes?”

“How much do you respect a person if their suit jacket doesn’t fit them properly?”

When they’d be staking out a suspect on a building overlooking a street corner, he’d say:

“That belt is too gaudy.”

“You can tell he spent way too many hours in the mirror getting ready to go to that disgusting dive.”

“I can’t believe she’s walking on this street in those heels. Would you go for comfort or fashion?”

And it continued, the following, the seemingly random questions. After a while, Tim chalked it up to…maybe Damian was just getting to know him. Just trying to actually get along for once in their lives. They were both getting older, more mature. Maybe it was just time they started acting like what they were.

Brothers.

But then he came home one afternoon to find Dick standing in the manor’s foyer, back leaning against the wall that led into the central sitting room they all used. It was almost evening, which meant Damian was most likely in there sketching, or reading with his pets.

Dick noticed him open the door, and quickly put a finger to his smiling lips. Tim nodded and silently closed the door behind him, carefully took off his shoes and jacket, then tiptoed over to Dick.

He peeked around Dick’s shoulder. Sure enough, Damian was in there, but he was standing at the fireplace, staring down into the flames.

Jason sat in the loveseat behind him.

“Jay just got in there. He hasn’t said anything yet.” Dick breathed. Tim frowned skeptically. Surely Damian knew who was in the house. Knew there was something going on if Jason had just sought him out.

“What are we interrogating him for?” Tim whispered back. “Did he lose one of Alfred’s recipe books again?”

Dick just shook his head and pointed into the room. Tim looked back in.

Jason was relaxed in the chair, but staring intensely at his youngest brother. Damian must have known that, felt his eyes, because he wasn’t looking up. Kept his gaze glued to the fire at his feet.

Suddenly, Jason huffed, crossing his arms. “Spill.”

“Spill what.” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Spill why you’re stalking Tim.” Jason said bluntly. “Why you’re asking him all those dumbass questions.” A pause. “…Why you’re keeping tabs on his boyfriend.”

Tim inhaled sharply, glaring up at Dick. Dick waved both his arms quickly, implying that Jason’s words weren’t true, that it was just to catch Damian off guard.

“I’m not keeping tabs on him, Todd. That’s ridiculous.” Damian countered. “I’m merely making sure they’re still together.”

A moment to let the fire crackle.

“Well, I’m also making sure that boy isn’t hurting or manipulating Drake in some way.” Damian murmured softly. “But mostly, I’m just making sure they’re still together.”

Jason crossed his ankle over his knee. “Why?”

“What, I can’t be concerned for my brother’s safety and happiness?”

Jason snorted. “Not that brother’s.”

Damian glanced over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes. Then back to the fire.

Jason waited a minute, let his eyes dart across Damian’s back, study his posture. “…Why are you so concerned if Tim and his new boy-toy are still together?”

Damian shrugged silently.

“Don’t do that.” Jason scolded. “Use your words, Damian. Like a big boy.”

Damian let out a frustrated exhale. “I’m just…confirming Drake isn’t looking elsewhere.”

“What, to cheat on his boyfriend?” Jason drawled. “Timmy’s not the cheating type, I can tell.”

“No. No.” Damian said sternly. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying!” Damian threw his arms out. Let them fall back to his thighs with a slight smack. “…I’m saying I’ve seen him look at others the way he looks at Bernard Dowd and that is…concerning. …To me.”

“Others?” Jason questioned. “What others?”

“Like Conner Kent!” Damian finally spun around now. Jason’s eyebrows rose in surprise and Damian rolled his eyes again. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t see it. Those two have been flirting with each other since the damn day they met. Drake dating this boy now only confirms the possibility of their eventual coupling.”

Jason let his face settle back into neutral, let the words bounce around in his brain. “Okay…I guess I can agree with that.”

Tim glanced up at Dick, who gave him a wink. Tim’s face instantly went beet red.

“But that still tells me nothing.” Jason continued. “So Tim and Conner maybe had or have crushes on each other. Maybe they’re attracted to each other. Maybe they’re forever star-crossed and nothing will ever happen. So what? Why does that bother you?”

Damian kept his lips pressed firmly together. After a moment, he spun back towards the fire.

“…Damian?”

“…Because it would be weird.” Damian said at last. “It would be weird if he and Conner…”

Damian’s voice fell to an unintelligible mumble.

“What?” Jason asked gently. “I didn’t catch that.”

Damian mumbled again, still impossible to understand.

“Kid, you’re gonna have to speak up, okay. I can’t hear you-”

“I said it would be weird if he was dating Conner while I was dating Jon!” Damian yelled, whirling around once more. “And if he breaks up with Dowd and starts dating Conner before I can gain the courage to talk to Jon then I’ll lose my chance!”

His last words echoed in the space around them. Floated into the hallway and echoed up the stairs, too.

Not that anyone noticed. Tim had grabbed Dick’s bicep, while Dick had thrown a hand over his own mouth in surprise.

“Oh my god.” Tim whispered. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“That…” Dick murmured. “That’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Jason, luckily, had more composure than the two of them, and suddenly Tim realized why it was Jason doing the prodding, not Dick.

Jason’s eyes had just widened, no other movement than that. He remained still, remained calm, even as Damian’s face darkened, and embarrassed tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh.” He said simply. “Oh, Damian.”

“Shut up.” Damian crossed his arms again, but they all knew this time it was to hold himself. “Don’t…don’t make fun of me.”

“Never.” Jason promised. “But also, not a thing you need to worry about.”

“Why, because Jon will turn me down anyway?” Damian whispered bitterly, turning away. Not towards the fire this time, just the window.

“He’d be an idiot to, and I’ll beat the shit out of him if he does.” Jason said as he uncrossed his legs and leaned his elbows on his knees. “No, I mean, you don’t need to worry about it because it wouldn’t be weird if y’all just so happened to be double-dating.”

Damian waited, then glanced back at Jason. “It wouldn’t?” Jason smiled and shook his head. “There isn’t like…I mean…a law…?” He inhaled slowly. “If Drake and Conner started dating, wouldn’t that make Jonathan and I…related?”

“That’s only if they got married, and even then, wouldn’t be weird.” Jason shrugged. “What, you’ve never heard those stories of like…twins marrying another set of twins? That shit happens all the time. You wouldn’t be the first.”

Damian blinked owlishly, let his hands fall back to his sides. “…Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Jason laughed, standing. “Besides, Tim seems to really like Blondie whats-his-name so…I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.” A second, to cheekily add: “At least…not right now.”

Damian twisted his lips. “I told you their chemistry was obvious.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so is Bruce and Clark’s if you ask the tabloids and half the Justice League.” Jason droned, reaching out for Damian’s shoulder and tugging him into his side. “But like I said, don’t worry about it. Who cares about your idiot brother and who he’s dating, let’s focus more on you and how you’re gonna woo one Jonathan Kent, mmkay?”

He quickly ushered Damian out of the room using a door on the far side, only glancing back once to mouth oh my god! dramatically to the ones watching from the hall.

“That…” Tim exhaled as Jason closed the door behind them. “…was the most precious thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

Dick hummed in agreement, then: “…But is he right?”

Tim glanced up at him.

“You and Conner?”

Tim felt his face warm a little. “…I’m dating Bernard, Dick.”

“Okay.”

“And…I think I should go call him. We haven’t talked all day.”

Dick smirked. “Okay.”

“…Don’t look at me like that.”

Dick let out a chuckle. “Okay.”

“…Stop saying okay.”

“…Okay.”

“Dick!”

He laughed again. “Sorry, sorry.” He ran his fingers through Tim’s hair. “Tell Bernard I said hello, and also warn him that your younger brother is absolutely ready to gut him, should he hurt you.”

Oh yeah. Tim forgot that little tidbit. He felt his face warm even faster.

“Yeah…” He sighed, turning towards the stairs. He ignored the little flutter in his heart, at the idea of his lovesick, protective, ridiculous little brother. God, that kid. “Yeah, I think that’s probably something he oughta know.”

#Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #jondami #timkon #timbernard #whatever that ship name is idk

[ragingbookdragon]

When The Music's Not Forgotten PT. 1

Green Lantern!Reader x Lantern Family Story!

Word Count: 5.3K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes, Violence

Author's Note: I legit had a breakdown trying to think about what to label this fic as. Almost put 'Batsis' but then I realized it's not Batsis nor Lantern!Sis so I was like...uh...what do I do? We'll figure it out. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Her first thought when she opened the front door to the Coast City apartment and saw her dad in a headlock by Kyle and Kyle in a headlock by Guy who was in one by John, who was in one by her dad, was: this is totally and completely normal.

The second thought: that nothing involving her father and uncles ever surprised her anymore, occurred to her as said father and said uncles stopped arguing with one another and cocked their heads up, looking at her, each of their faces exhibiting the epitome of “I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar” shock, in which she merely returned with a blank stare before closing the door behind her, marching into the kitchen with the grocery bags.

Of course, that also meant the second she did, they were stumbling in to explain what had brought them to the unfortunate moment of head-locking each other, but also to see what she’d bought and what she was going to cook for dinner. She paid them no mind, ducking under arms and between bodies as she maneuvered around them kitchen, putting things away.

Someone curled an arm around her neck, pressing their lips to her temple. “Hey Raptor.”

She smiled. “Hey dad.” Tossing a beer behind her, she added, “Uncle Guy. Uncle John. Kyle.”

Guy caught his beer, popping the tab, and Kyle looked at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “How come everyone else is ‘uncle’ and I’m not?” he looked hurt. “Am I somehow different, (Y/N)?”

She paused and threw another beer behind her. “Kyle, were almost the same age. I’m not calling you my uncle because John and Guy are older than both of us.”

“Not that much,” he griped, popping his beer tab. “It still hurts my feelings.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and handed John the final beer. “Would it make you feel better if I told you I considered you to be my favorite cousin?”

Kyle smiled at her. “Yes, it would.”

She nodded then glanced at Hal. “Dad, tacos or burgers?”

“I dunno.” He said, glancing at the others. “You guys?”

“Burgers.”

“Tacos.”

“Burgers.”

She cocked a brow and looked at her father. “Seems like you’ll either make a tie or a win.”

“I have been thinking about good tacos, Raptor,” he replied, and she nodded.

“Tacos it is.” Guy and John groaned, and she shot them a glare. “Hey! Lock that shit up or I’m not cookin’.” Immediately they shut their mouths, listening to Kyle and Hal snicker. “Buncha children.” She griped, dumping the ground beef into a skillet to brown.

“So, (Y/N),” Guy drawled, leaning against the kitchen counter. And honestly, the entire kitchen was way too small for four grown men and a grown woman to be in at one time, but she’d gotten used to it, so why fix what wasn’t broke.

“So, Uncle Guy.” She repeated, shifting the meat around with the spatula.

“Why exactly did you start working at the Wayne Enterprises branch here?”

She could feel the eyes of her family on her back, and she couldn’t help but roll hers. “Maybe because Mister Wayne pays good salaries to his employees and his health insurance coverage is fantastic?” (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder. “But something tells me you’re asking for another answer.”

He grinned. “Which son of Wayne’s are you dating?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes again. “I love you, but you’re an idiot.” She turned back to the pan. “I’m not dating any of his sons. Dick’s with Koriand’r, Jason’s a douche-bag, and their brothers are way too young.”

“Doesn’t he have a daughter?”

“Cass is dating a girl she goes to college with.” She took an onion from the basket against the kitchen wall atop the counter. “Keep digging though, Uncle Guy. You’ll hit rock bottom soon enough.”

“Does that mean you’re dating the big Bat?”

She almost cried from laughter as Hal choked on his beer and spluttered. “No. I’m not dating Mister Wayne. He’s old enough to be my dad.”

John chuckled. “I don’t know, (Y/N). When you first met Bruce at, what? Ten? You told him you were going to marry him.”

Her cheeks burned and she scowled at them. “I meant Batman because he was kind-hearted, and I was totally awestruck as a little girl. Let it go.” Her eyes fell on Hal. “Dad, tell ‘em to let it go.”

He nodded. “Please let it go.” Kyle started humming ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and while the others snickered, Hal screwed his eyes shut. “Oh God, stop. I don’t want to think about my precious baby anywhere near that anal retentive kitchen scale.”

The other snickered and before she could say anything, their rings started beeping. She looked at them as their faces turned solemn, setting their beers down as their suits flashed to life.

“Trouble on Oa,” John said.

“Gotta fly?” she asked, and Hal nodded, leaning over to kiss her temple.

“Gotta fly, Raptor.” He hugged her quickly and followed John and the others to the balcony. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” (Y/N) waved. “Be careful, Corpsmen.” They all waved at her and took off, leaving her in the apartment alone and she sighed, turning back to the kitchen. “Another dinner…alone.” She couldn’t help but deflate. “Wonderful.”

***

She continued cooking for almost an hour when the balcony doors opened and closed, and she smiled. “Hey guys. You’re back rather early.” When she didn’t hear a response, she immediately fell on guard and she took one of the kitchen knives from its holder, brandishing it.

Carefully, she walked into the dimly lit living room, eyes scanning the expanse for whoever was in the apartment with her. None of the floorboards were creaking, no rustling of fabric or scuffing of shoes. It was completely silent, and that made her nervous.

Stay calm. The worst thing you can do in a situation when you need to be calm is to be panicked. Slow breaths. Keep focused.

She repeated his words in her head and shifted around the hallway wall, eyes peeled for trouble.

Small steps when sweeping buildings. If an enemy rounds a corner and it comes to close combat, you’ll want to be able to hit them and taking big steps causes instability.

(Y/N) crept down the hall and came upon the bathroom just beside her father’s bedroom door. Quickly, she peeked in, seeing it empty, then cross the doorway, pausing beside her father’s door. She inhaled deeply, then turned her head around the corner, seeing it empty and dark. The only room left was hers.

She crossed to the other side of the wall and hurried down to her door, and with another sharp breath, she turned and looked in. Again, it was empty. Confusion bled through her as she returned to the living room, the hand holding the knife lowered beside her thigh.

“That’s strange.” She murmured. “I thought I—”

“Heard something?”

She gasped and spun around, bringing the knife up, but they caught it with ease, squeezing her wrist until she cried in pain and dropped it. (Y/N) heard the clattering in her ears as they grabbed her other hand and shoved her down into the couch.

She started thrashing wildly, about to scream when she heard, “I thought I told you not to turn your back on people.”

(Y/N) stilled and turned her head, catching that stupidly smart smirk. “You fucker.” She cursed at him, torn between laughing hysterically and cursing some more. “I can’t believe you turned this into a lesson.”

He shrugged. “Had to know if you were learning any better.” Smiling at her, he quipped, “Your sweeping is great. Detection skills? Not so much.”

“Let me up, Jason.” she commanded, rolling her eyes and he snorted, letting go of her arms. Immediately, she spun and cocked her elbow into his jaw, smiling as he grunted in pain and grabbed it.

“Damn,” he hissed. “You’ve got elbowing down to an art.”

She grinned. “I’ve had a good teacher.”

They stared on another down for a moment, then all at once, they were yanking at shirts and unbuckling belts, grabbing each other, and tugging closer to one another as their lips met in a searing kiss.

(Y/N) shoved at the jacket on his shoulders, moving her lips to his jaw and he groaned, taking his hands from her hips for just a moment to pull the article off. He shifted out of reach, and she glanced towards the kitchen.

“I turned the oven off,” Jason muttered, yanking his crimson shirt over his head. “Figured we’d be too busy to eat dinner.”

She giggled and shoved him off the couch, watching as he scrambled to his feet; she stood and started pulling off her own clothes, first her shirt, then her bra and Jason almost collapsed at her feet when she tugged her pants to her ankles.

“C’mon, Jay, don’t be shy.” (Y/N) cooed. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He chuckled, and unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor as he back-stepped down the hallway. “Oh, you want a show, Miss Jordan?”

She smirked at him and stuck her thumbs in the sides of her thong. “I’d love a show, Mister Todd.”

“I might made you beg a little for it,” he shot back coolly, toeing off his combat boots and she hummed.

“I will if you will.” (Y/N) said, watching his hands unbutton the charcoal-colored utility pants he wore.

“My eyes are up here.” Jason quipped, though he didn’t seem to stop as he shoved his pants down, leaving him in his boxers, and he hit her doorway.

“True, but my attention is elsewhere.” She drew her eyes up his toned body, internally smirking as he seemed to shiver under her gaze, and she pushed her thong down her legs. (Y/N) stood before him and reached out, placing her hands flat on his chest. He was so hot underneath her palms and she slowly rubbed her hands up to the sides of his neck.

“(Y/N),” he murmured huskily, arms winding around her waist, and she smirked.

“Take me to bed, Jason.”

Immediately, he bent down and grabbed the back of her thighs, digging his fingers in until she lifted and wrapped her arms around his waist. “With pleasure,” he purred.

***

By the time Hal and the other lanterns got back to the apartment, it was well into the morning, and he could tell that everyone just wanted to crash in exhaustion, too tired to even think about flying to their own homes.

He opened the balcony doors and let them inside. “Lemme get some blankets from the hall closet,” he muttered, voice as ragged as his body felt.

“Who the hell played strip poker in here?”

Hal looked up at Guy who was holding up a crimson t-shirt with a baffled expression. “What?”

Guy met his gaze then nodded down the hall. “Someone’s been tangoing.”

When he craned his neck to peek down the hallway, sure enough there was a trail of clothing leading down to her room. His eyes went wide, and he suddenly forgot about his exhaustion as he leaped over the couch and sprinted down the hall, the other Lanterns hot on his heels.

Hal skidded to a stop in her doorway and immediately screeched, “(Y/N) JORDAN WHO THE HELL IS IN YOUR BED?!”

The two young adults in the bed startled up, and she held the sheet to her chest as she gaped at her father. “Dad! You—you’re here!”

He gestured wildly. “OF COURSE, I’M HERE! I FUCKING LIVE HERE! WHO THE FUCK IS IN YOUR BED?!”

“Morning, Hal,” Jason greeted, with a mock salute. “How’s your day so far?”

“MY DAY?!” he bellowed, already starting for the young man, and John was quick to grab Hal around the waist. “LET GO! I’M GOING TO MURDER THIS SON OF A BAT FOR CORRUPTING MY DAUGHTER!”

“Excuse me,” Jason said, rather affronted, then pointed at her. “It’s (Y/N) who’s corrupted me.”

(Y/N) barely had time to hide her snort as she elbowed him in the side. “Shut the hell up.” She cleared her throat and looked at the men in her doorway. “Uh…can you close the door so I can get dressed?”

“CLOSE THE DOOR?! I’M GOING TO TAKE THE DOOR OFF ITS HINGES! YOU ARE GROUNDED, (Y/N) JORDAN DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU ARE—”

Guy and John dragged Hal off and Kyle shut the door but threw a thumbs up at Jason before he left.

***Part Two***

She tried to look anywhere but her father’s face as he continued to berate her and Jason. And honestly, he’d stopped making sense about thirty minutes ago and while she couldn’t look at her uncles for fear of bursting into laughter, Jason had no problems cracking a smirk at everything Hal was yelling about.

“—AND I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAD A BOY IN THE HOUSE!” he paused, horror drawing across his face, then it immediately turned into anger. “THIS ISN’T THE FIRST TIME HE’S COME OVER IS IT?! HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!”

Her face pinched and she inquired, “Which question do you want answered first? The one you asked when you first started yelling or the last one just now?”

“I am in no mood for games, (Y/N) Jordan. You brought a boy into the house without permission.”

“I am a man.” Jason interrupted.

She elbowed him in the ribs. “I didn’t realize I needed permission to bring my boyfriend into the house.”

“BOYFRIEND?!” Hal screeched.

(Y/N) blinked. “I’m confused. Are you angry at me calling him my boyfriend? Do you want me to call him my fuckbuddy or something?”

“HEY!” both Jason and Hal in unison and her father glared at him. “SHUT UP!”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, dad…I’m twenty-one. Having a boyfriend is a completely normal thing. Having a consensual sexual relationship with someone is a normal thing.”

Hal spluttered for a moment then pointed at Jason. “NOT WITH HIM!”

“What’s wrong with me?” Jason question, rather offendedly, then he held up a hand. “I mean, besides the obvious things that are wrong with me.”

“YOU’RE YOU! THE SON OF BATMAN!”

“I mean…” Jason drawled. “That’s technically debatable most days.”

(Y/N) looked at him. “You’re not exactly helping the case, Jay.”

“I’m not trying to.” He grinned at her. “I’m seeing if I can make your dad go red.”

She tutted at him. “Jason Todd trying to corrupt a Green Lantern into a Red Lantern. Shame.”

“QUIT DOING THAT!” Hal howled as they started snickering, seeming to get lost in their own little world. Suddenly, he was marching down the hallway and coming back with a cellphone.

They watched in confusion for a moment, then Jason’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

“What?” (Y/N) worried.

“He’s calling B.”

“What.”

Hal put the phone to his ear and glowered at the two of them until the line clicked and he immediately yelled, “DO YOU KNOW YOUR DELINQUENT SON IS DATING MY DAUGHTER?...WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY KNOW?!...EXCUSE ME?! WHAT?!”

He hung up the phone and set it on the table, then proceeded to turn around and grab a pillow from the couch, bringing it to his face. Hal bellowed into the pillow and Jason nudged her. “How long is he gonna be like this?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Probably another minute or two. He’ll start up again in about an hour though.”

Jason hummed and stood from the table. “Well, I’d love to stay and get yelled at some more but if I’m being honest, I only need one father yelling at me and not two.”

“Where are you going?” she questioned.

“Roy and I have a mission in Costa Rica tomorrow evening.” He bent down and kissed her lips. “I’ll call you when I land.”

(Y/N) smiled and before he pulled away, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another searing kiss, one that erupted wolf-whistles from the other Lanterns around them—which also had Hal pulling his head up at the sound, immediately shouting again.

“Love you,” she murmured, and he winked.

“Love you more, doll.” He tossed a mock salute to Hal and the others before leaving and she sat back in her seat, readying herself for another round of bellowing.

***

Surprisingly, Hal had relaxed after a few hours. That being said, (Y/N) really had to work on him to do so but being an only child and her dad’s pride and joy played a big part—she knew the man could never stay mad at her. Of course, he’d immediately put rules into place over the whole relationship thing. No boys in the house without permission, no closing the door when a boy was over, no more Bat-sons in the Jordan apartment…he was overreacting, but it wasn’t anything new in (Y/N)’s opinion.

But he did ease up after a few months, mainly because as anti-social as Jason was most days, he was damn good at working people over when he wanted to. And in her boyfriend’s opinion, the easiest way to work her dad over was to tell him all the ways to screw with Bruce—which Hal took in like a sponge with water. As annoying as it was to see the two men so giddy over a plan, she was glad they were just getting along.

However, when Hal learned that (Y/N) was being trained by Jason, and on the rare occasions, Bruce, his meltdown the first night seemed like a walk in the park compared to the storm blowing in.

***

So…what are you wearing?

She snorted, crossing at the formula of the equation, rewriting a new one beside it. “Jason, I’m not having phone-sex with you.”

Hmm…I bet you’re wearing red panties.

“Cold.” (Y/N) retorted with a grin. “They’re blue actually. You know, like Nightwing’s suit?”

Why do you hate me?

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean, Jay.”

You’re evil, you know that? Like you portray innocence but in reality, you’re evil.

She snorted again when a tapping came at her bedroom window and she frowned, leaning over; Jason saw it from the camera.

Everything alright?

(Y/N)’s eyes drifted to his face then to the window and she stood. “Yeah, someone’s at the window.”

(Y/N). He warned and she leaned over, seeing Kyle floating there.

“It’s Kyle.”

What’s Kyle doing there? I thought he was on Oa.

She nodded, brows furrowing as she murmured, “I did too.” Opening the window, she greeted, “Hey, what’s up?”

Kyle seemed nervous. No, he seemed concerned. “I need you to come with me.”

“Is my dad okay?” she asked outright, and he nodded.

“Yeah, Hal’s good…but he needs to talk to you.” Kyle waved a hand over her phone, and it shut off. “It’s important.”

(Y/N) felt her heart thump in her chest at how serious her friend was, and she nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”

***

She’d only ever been to the Watchtower once. And the only thing she remembered from the trip was getting lost in one of the hallways only to be found by Batman who merely picked her sobbing frame up and hummed to her until she fell asleep.

So really, it was like a first time visit all over again, and when she came face to face with not only the Justice League, well Wonder Woman, Batman, and Superman, and her uncles, she wasn’t exactly excited. It felt like she’d been called to the principal’s office for expulsion.

Hal pointed to a seat, which she took, not wanting to open her mouth when she had no idea what was going on.

Wonder Woman, surprisingly, was the first to speak. “What is your daughter doing here, Hal?”

Her father merely looked at (Y/N) then to Bruce, questioning, “How long?” They stared one another down and she felt as lost as last year’s Easter eggs. “How long, Bruce?” Hal asked again.

Batman didn’t even blink. “A full year. When she started working at the branch in Coast City, I had Jason start it.”

“Motherfucker.” Hal cursed, chuckling humorlessly. “I do all I can to keep her out of this bullshit and you drag her into it.”

“(Y/N) wanted to train. She emailed me through a private channel about it.”

All eyes turned onto her and then she knew what was happening. “He’s…right, dad. I wanted to be trained to fight.”

Hal gaped at her. “Why? You’re going to school? You’re working? Why do you want to train?”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly. “To be like you guys. You know, useful?” she stood from the table. “Look, I know you’re worried, but even Batman’s noted major improvements. He says I’m almost ready to start patrolling on my own.” She looked to him for help.

“She’s smart, Hal. And I’m not saying that to float the Jordan ego. Jason’s not one to give commendation where it shouldn’t be.” Batman nodded at her. “(Y/N)’s not my kids, but she’s right behind them on how good she is.”

Hal’s brown eyes turned onto him in a fierce glare. “Yeah, well, unlike you, I don’t make a habit out of putting my kid in danger. I know you have a thing for going through sons.”

“HEY!” (Y/N) shouted, getting his attention as she stood to her feet. “I’m old enough to make this decision for myself and if Batman says I’m good enough to do this, I’m gonna do it.”

“Nope. Not happening.” Hal rejected. “End of discussion.”

“No.”

His eyes went wide first with shock, then with the audacity of her language. “Excuse me?”

(Y/N) momentarily wanted to cave, but she held strong and tightened her jaw. “I said no.” she declared. “I’m gonna do this.”

Hal rounded the table, stomping up to her. “No, you’re not.”

“What’re you gonna do, dad? Lock me in the house for the rest of my life?” she suggested. “I have rights you know.”

“Not to do shit like this. I don’t want you being a hero.”

(Y/N) gazed at him, and suddenly, everyone felt the mood shift as she murmured, “It’s because I’m not a Lantern, isn’t it, dad?”

Hal’s jaw went slack. “What? What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She shot back coolly, then tipped her head to the other league members. “See, they get to brag about their kids. Superboy, the Robins, the Wonder-Girls...everyone on this team has a trainee but you.” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “And you hate that I’m not like you, don’t you? That I can’t seem to figure out what it takes to wear that ring.”

She glanced at her uncles who were gaping at her. “See, you look at them like they’re the greatest people in the universe. And then when you look at me? It’s easy to see the devotion shift. Deep down it makes you disappointed that I’m not a Green Lantern.”

“You are absolutely out of line.” He growled.

“Am I, dad?” (Y/N) challenged. “Everyone here gets to brag about their superhero trainees but when it comes you, what can you say? ‘My daughter isn’t a Green Lantern like me, sorry!’?” she looked at him. “I’m not a Green Lantern, but I am something else. I can be something else. Let me prove it to you.”

Hal gazed at her for along moment. “…No.”

(Y/N) snapped. “Why the fuck not! What is it about me that just makes you so antagonistic at the idea of me being something like you!”

“Watch your language, young lady. I’m still your father.” He demanded.

“Oh please, as far as I’m concerned, you were just a failed pilot on leave who fucked my mom and got her pregnant.”

It happened before anyone realized it. The sharpest crack any of them had ever heard in their lives and (Y/N) turned her face back to him, a hand coming up to press against her stinging cheek. And Hal? Hal was staring at his hand as if it didn’t belong to him.

She wasn’t mad. Shocked, sure, but not mad. If anything, it’d proved her point and she merely regarded him with an assured gaze. “Bogey down, huh dad?” she remarked, and his eyes shot to hers.

Hal’s mouth opened but nothing would come out except, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Yeah, you did,” she whispered, taking a step back from him when he reached for her.

His face crumpled and he brokenly called, “(Y/N), wait!”

But she was already running for the door, Batman on her heels.

***

“Do you want me to call Jason?” he asked quietly, watching her open the balcony doors.

Her hands stilled for a moment, then she resumed twisting the key. “No…and don’t tell him this happened either.”

“Why not?”

(Y/N) looked back at him. “Because you and I both know that Jason would beat my dad senseless.”

“…Do you want to come back to Gotham for a while?”

She opened the doors and sighed. “I don’t know, Batman.” Glancing back, she added, “I don’t really know what I want right now.”

“Do you want to be away from Hal?” he questioned seriously, and she looked at her feet.

“I know what you’re thinking. But he’s not abusive.”

“All evidence to the contrary.”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up. “My dad’s never laid his hands on me before now.”

“He ever physically discipline you?”

“Swatting your eight-year-old kid’s butt in the middle of a store when they’re having a meltdown over not buying an expensive toy is a lot different from beating them bloody and bruised with a beer bottle or a belt.’ (Y/N)’s eyes darkened, but not at her father’s face in her head, but at Batman. “My dad’s a lot of things. A jackass, a skirt chaser, a self-righteous arrogant prick…but he is not an abuser.”

Batman placed a hand on her shoulder. “He hit you.”

“Yeah? And? I insulted him and my mom straight to his face. Sure, slapping me wasn’t the answer, but I understand the reaction. Does is make is right? No. But neither is what I said. We both fucked up.” She shrugged his hand off. “We’ll talk about it and move on.”

“Because it’s what Jordan’s do?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh but it was anything but mirthful. “Yeah. It’s what Jordan’s do.” She stepped inside and looked back at him. “Thanks for bringing me home, Batman. I appreciate it.”

He nodded, pulling out his grapple. “Call me if you need anything.” Batman gazed at her. “And think about calling Jason.”

“…I will.”

Batman gazed at her a moment longer then fired the grapple, taking off into the night sky towards the Batplane, then she was watching as it disappeared faster than it came.

With a heavy sigh, she turned and put her hands on the back of the loveseat, shutting her eyes as she thought about the events of the night. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel. Angry? Hurt? Responsible? It had to be all the above, especially when she pictured his face in her head after it happened. Shocked, ashamed, horrified, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

(Y/N) didn’t want to think about it, and when she heard a ring flashing in her ears, she turned. “Guys, I don’t wanna talk about—” she fell into a deep silence when she saw the man before her, the yellow suit glowing vividly against the dark sky.

“Hello (Y/N) Jordan. I am Sinestro.”

***Part Three***

Hal had taken her flying more times than she could’ve counted—perks of being a pilots daughter, and while she had faith in aircraft and Green Lantern constructs, she wasn’t sure how to feel about Yellow Lanterns and their tendency to drop people.

Coast City looked so small below her, and she swallowed thickly, trying greatly to keep her fear under control, keeping her eyes on the moon. She knew if Sinestro dropped her at this height, she’d die. There were no chances of survival at all—she’d hit the ground and pancake with the best of ‘em.

“I am rather surprised that you accepted my invitation so easily,” he remarked, not looking at her as they rose through the night sky.

“Yeah, well…I’ve heard enough stories about you to know that you’ll kill me if you want to.” Her eyes followed his frame. “I’d like to extend my life as long as possible.”

“A wise decision, (Y/N).” He noted rather humorously, finally taking the time to look back at her. “I’ve watched you for some time now.”

Ignoring the implications and total creepiness of the statement, she instead asked, “How long?”

“Long enough to see the potential you have in greater things.” Sinestro replied and reached a hand out, a horde of golden glowing constructs appearing before her eyes. Her training with Batman, with Jason, even with Hal and the others—most importantly, the fight just before. “It hurts that he doesn’t trust you to be like him, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t respond, merely watching the moment of his hand coming back across her face over and over again as the feelings welled in her chest.

“You try so hard to be of use to Hal. To be a Green Lantern like him, but nothing you do makes him proud.” He gazed at her with something akin to pity, but it felt like a manipulation. “I understand your fear of failure…of shame.” Holding out his hand, he made her own raise beside her body and a yellow ring floated from his palm. “I can feel the anger inside you. Your fear fights to quell it.” Sinestro smiled. “I almost want to call Atrocitus and have him recruit you into the Red Corps.”

(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the ring, and she clenched her hand into a fist to keep it from sliding onto her finger. “I—I can’t be a Yellow Lantern.”

“Why not?”

“Why n—because you’re the enemy of the Green Lanterns!” she shouted. “I’d be betraying my father and my friends and my family!”

He gave her a knowing look. “The same family that looked upon you with shame every time you tried to wield the green power ring, but couldn’t?”

She felt like she’d been shot, and her jaw dropped. “I…”

Sinestro nodded. “I understand. But you don’t, (Y/N). Willpower must be had since birth. Fear however—” he reached out, uncurling her fingers. “Can be taught. And you have potential to be trained with terror.” He met her gaze. “You can’t be a Green Lantern like Hal wants…but you can become something he has to recognize. Something powerful. Something fearsome.”

(Y/N) stared at him, and this time, she didn’t fight as the ring slipped onto her finger. (Y/N) Jordan of Earth. You possess the ability to instill great fear. Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.

The world started swirling around her, golden flashes of light bound her body and she screamed in terror as her nightmares came alive before her. The chains coiled, almost like snakes creeping up her body, tighter and tighter around her throat and up around her skull. The last thing she saw through her fearful gaze was Sinestro laughing darkly and the world before her went dark and she was subjected to her minds torment, brought upon by the forged ring.

For a moment, the world was calm, then the chains fell away, and (Y/N) stood before Sinestro, clothed in an exo-suit, similar to her father’s, but instead of the bright, awe-inspiring green, it was a golden, fear-inducing yellow.

And when she opened her eyes, they narrowed onto Sinestro, and all she said was, “I’m ready to receive my orders.”

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Okay that "Love,Right?" oneshot was wonderful but now you've got me obsessed with wondering how all the boys would fight for Mari's attention and all trying to date her omg

On an off note, I hope this came out alright. I really wanted to answer your ask but I’m running on low fumes rn. Loved thinking about this too though! I would love to read a more thought out fic, but I have to imagine it would go something like this

I could totally imagine like them all being relatively close in age. Like let’s say, 

Dick 23

Jason 21

Tim 20

Mari 18

Damian 17

And Mari is almost done with her last year of lycee so she is in uber done mode until the batboys show up in Paris conveniently at the same time that the Wayne boys show up to scout out a potential new business partner. 

She first meets Dick at the gymnasium that Chloe’s father had built for her when she went through a gymnastics phase but soon opened it to the public after she had moved on to whatever interested her next. Marinette is there to practice swinging mid-air to move faster in battle and what better way to do that than over a safety net 40 feet in the air?

Anywho, Dick is just arriving to blow off some steam after a particularly long day of negotiating. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the Hawkmoth mission and the need for a cover, he would’ve abandoned Tim ages ago. He finished locking up his stuff and when he moves into the acrobat section that is always empty, he isn’t sure whether to be impressed or disappointed that someone is there first. She looked nervous as she finished tying her hair into a high ponytail, her eyes calculating as if she was debating if she could make the first jump.

He wants to tell her that there is an easier way to mount, but his curiosity gets the better of him. With one last look, she closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. Without warning, she takes off down the short walkway launching her whole body into the air. Dick is sure she’s going to fall, but at the last minute she reaches out, her hand grasping the bar as she uses her momentum to flip upward, landing gracefully on top of the swinging trapeze. 

Dick couldn’t help his cheers. Her eyes widened as she realized someone else was watching her and in what felt like slow motion, she lost her balance and fell onto the net below. Dick rushes over to make sure she’s okay, apologizing a million times a minute. They introduce each other and it’s like an instant connection. They spend the rest of the afternoon trying new techniques and helping each other improve their own techniques. 

When Dick returns to the hotel that night, he can’t help the fact that her first swing was stuck on replay in his mind. The next day, he rushes over to the gym only to find her there again. This time, he’s determined to get her number, and surprisingly (to him) he succeeds. They spend the night trading funny memes and tiktoks. After a couple of weeks, Dick decides to try and ask her on a date. They were already close friends, I mean she trusted him enough not to drop her from forty feet in the air, that meant she trusted him right?

He shows up with a giant bouquet of roses only to receive a text message that she couldn’t make it that day. While it was a setback, it didn’t mean he was going to give up. He would show up with a bouquet of roses every day until she was there to receive them. And only then would he ask her on a date, because I can totally believe that he wouldn’t want to do it over text. It’s in-person or not at all.

The second Wayne she meets is Jason.

Muggings in Paris weren’t common with Ladybug and Chat Noir around, but it seemed to be Marinette’s lucky day as some guy just decided that a high school girl had enough money in her little purse to steal. As he backed her down an alleyway, a small hand knife pointed at her, Marinette was considering her options.

She could always try to run. After all, the guy was big and bulky, it would be hard for him to keep up with her and she doubted he wanted her bag enough to actually put up a fight. Just as she was eyeing an opening, a small sound echoed through the alleyway, one she was quite familiar with. The guy’s face looked mortified as he turned slowly to face his attacker. 

The man said something in a hushed tone to the guy that Marinette couldn’t quite make out. Whatever it was though, it was enough for her would-be assailant to book it out of the alleyway without a glance back. Assessing her newest threat, Marinette decided that this guy was more punk than thug. She was safe for now. 

He asked her if she was okay and if she needed anything as he adjusted his gun back into his waistband. Marinette was fine, but she was curious as to how he smuggled a gun into France. 

“Ah. My American accent give me away Princess?”

His french was flawless, but it was clear that he wasn’t from the area. He joked that his adopted father was rich enough for the national security to look past it. At least, she was pretty sure he was joking. 

He asks if they can grab something to eat, just because a pretty girl like her shouldn’t go hungry. Marinette is tempted to decline, but her curiosity gets the better of her. They end up going to a small diner near her parent’s bakery where they spend the night flirting shamelessly, both tinging their compliments with enough sarcasm and insults that the people around them couldn’t tell if they were together or if they were related. 

Exchanging numbers, the two continued to meet up for weekly dinners at that same diner as they bond over hating people and insulting/admiring each other. When Jason finally realizes his flirting may have shifted from mocking to an actual crush, he's conflicted. It’s just a couple months, at most a year in Paris, but would that really be a reason not to try? He starts bringing her small gifts to the dinners, starting out small like her favorite dessert or small rocks that reminded him of her, but he soon gets more elaborate like bringing her his favorite books to borrow and throwing in a new set of threads for her sewing machine. 

He hopes that when she looks at the small gifts that she’ll start associating him with the things that make her happy and just maybe, she’ll fall for him too. 

I think you guys already know where Tim is going but I have to do this 

Marinette frequents a small coffee shop near the hotel that the Wayne Boys are staying in. She would just drink the coffee that her parents serve in the bakery, but they refused to let her load up her drinks with enough caffeine to get through her day. 

She always shows up at 7:00a, after all, she’s gotten better at this punctuality thing over the years. The owners already expect her at this point and already have her drink ready before she even steps foot through the door.

One morning, one of the owners ask her to deliver a coffee to the young man that fell asleep at one of their tables. 

“He’s the first person I’ve met whose order rivals yours Ms. Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette is impressed as she inhales the strong black coffee wafting from the mug. He definitely amped it up with two expresso shots and maybe a pump of hazelnut? If he could taste it over the bitterness of the expresso, she would be impressed.

As she sat the cup down on the table, she slid into the booth in front of him, patiently waiting for him to stir. Watching his soft exhales, Marinette felt at peace. She had never seen someone sleep so softly without moving a muscle. As quietly as she could, she brought out her sketchbook. She got about halfway through his frame when his soft breathing stopped. 

Her eyes snapped up to find his blue ones studying her cautiously. Of course, she mutters out apologizes at a million miles a minute, trying to explain that she needed practice for her living art class and that she was just dropping off his coffee and she was so sorry for drawing him without his permission. As she finally trails off, Marinette is more confused than ever. She thought he was awake, his eyes studying her, but now she wasn’t so confident. She was pretty sure he was still half asleep, assuming she was some sort of hallucination.

He reached out, draining his cup of coffee without coming up for a single breath.

“I didn’t think I was this sleep-deprived. Please beautiful sleep-induced entity, draw me if you must.”

Marinette bites her lip trying not to laugh as he tiredly pulls out a laptop, typing away at seemingly nothing. 

The next day, Marinette finds him in his same spot, already two empty mugs occupying the table. As she orders, she’s sure to grab an extra one for him before joining him once more. This time, Tim is the one to apologize as he realizes finally that she is a real girl and not a hallucination. 

Marinette laughs it off and the briefly chat about their lives. As Marinette gets up to leave for her morning classes, she promises to meet him for coffee the next morning. Surely enough, as she walks through the door, he’s already at their booth. He waves her over, motioning to the coffee mug holding her go-to order. They come to an agreement, he allows her to draw him for practice, she offers him the occasional advice. There is sometimes small talk, but it’s mostly just full of comfort that they found in each other’s presence. 

After weeks, Tim finally decides that he wants to get to know this beautiful coffee angel. He starts by asking her to meet at a bakery that he had been dying to try. As he arrives at the bakery, Marinette sheepishly admits that it was her parent’s bakery. Tim feigns ignorance, but that smirk he gives her makes her reconsider the innocent sleep-deprived man she had met weeks earlier. From now on, he has breakfast with the Dupain-Cheng family every morning. After all, your in-laws have to like you first before you can try anything else, right?

Finally, we have Damian. 

They meet in the living art class. He had already taken something similar at Gotham Academy, but he was curious to see the French side of something he cherished so dearly. 

At first, he hates her. She reminds him of a mixture between Dick and Tim and in all honesty, he only volunteered to pretend to be a foreign exchange student to spend the majority of the day away from his brothers. 

He slowly begins to change his mind though as he is partnered with her for a partner draw project. The teacher forces them to spend all of class drawing each other how they feel the world should see their partner. It involved a lot of sharing and as she became more confident in him, he slowly felt himself opening up to this strange girl as well. 

It was going fine until one day, two of her old classmates entered the classroom, trying to pick a fight with Damian. He remembered one of them, yes the sausage haired girl, her name was Lily perhaps? She tried to ask him out and he turned her down, hard. Now here she was, crying the fakest tears he had ever seen as some ombre haired woman was chewing him out. 

He was fine going on ignoring them, but then the ombre haired woman reached out for his notebook, tearing it from his grasps. She glanced over it for a second before raising it above her head and slamming it into the ground. She lifted her foot to stomp on it, but she never had a chance to finish. Before Damian had even moved a muscle, Marinette was standing above her, a murderous look in her eyes. The sausage haired woman helped the girl to her feet as they retreated quickly, both of their faces pale as they sent empty threats in Marinette’s direction. 

With a sigh, Marinette picked up his notebook, dusting it off gently before handing it back to him, apologizing for her ex-classmates. He wanted to let her know that he didn’t need her to look out for him, that he could handle it, but his mind flashed to the look in her eyes. If anything, his interest was now piqued by the girl. 

As the project came to an end, the moment of truth had finally come. Damian showed Marinette her portrait. He had drawn her as mother nature, warm and protective of her children and cold to anyone that threatened them. He would be lying if the small blush on her face didn’t boost his pride. When she showed Damian his portrait, he couldn’t help but let his jaw drop, even slightly. 

He looked like a medieval knight, posing on the defense, a slight trickle of what looked like blood dripping out the corner of his mouth. 

“I’m sorry, please don’t think it’s weird. It’s just the more you talked, and so passionately too about how you wanted to protect everything dear to you from your family to your pets, I couldn’t help but get swept away in this idea that you were some gallant knight-”

He cut her off with a single look as his face broke into a grin. He loved it. Everyone always described him as a demon or a baby bird, but a gallant knight, it was certainly a first.

That night at the hotel, he would search google for the best ways to ask out a girl. After all, he sure as hell wasn’t asking his brothers.

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[bluerene]

RobStar Week #1 - Wayne Manor

Hello friends. Please allow me to quickly and suddenly resurrect my online presence with a week of robstar goodness, followed by an onslaught of miscellaneous content + a loooot of fics that should’ve been published ages ago. The bitch is back! She is also about to board a plane and has not proofread this one bit, so please excuse the ugly errors.

As always, feedback is loved. 

Enjoy!

Wayne Manor (ft. implied BatCat justice bc it’s what we deserved)

It had been twenty-two years in the making, but finally, the day had come. 

Dick tugged at the collar of his suit and huffed, tilting his wrist upwards to check his watch. Two hours till takeoff.

That was how he had been thinking of it anyway. The whole event felt more like a formality than anything else; marriage was just the legal definition of what they already had. Often enough, he forgot they weren’t husband and wife. 

He glanced around the room and smiled; Alfred had really outdone himself this time. Dick brushed his fingers along the row of lilies that lined the entryway, admiring the splash of pink roses that stood out amid the white flora. Their saccharine smell lingered in the air as he walked on through the room, studying the impressive set-up.

They had chosen to host their wedding at Wayne Manor, which was gorgeous and private and comfortable. With graceful vaults and arches that curved into a smooth dome and made the polished marble floors gleam in the glittering sunlight, the ballroom was easily the most elegant waste of space Dick had known in his house. And, it was finally being put to use the way it deserved. 

Alfred had thrown himself into preparations the moment he’d heard. Even in his old age, he was a force to be reckoned with- he had florists ready, caterers selected, a decorating committee arranged, and invitations delivered within days. Thirty-six hours before the ceremony, he had marched in with an army of specialists and had set to work on the hall. 

It had been divided up in such a way that the service, reception, and dinner would all be hosted within a few feet of each other. From the thick maple doors of the entryway, she would walk in, fiercely beautiful as ever. She would make her way past the rows of chairs towards a trellis made of fine gold, twisted with flowers and leaves. Posts would be in line with its sides, thin gossamer curtains tied with ribbons from wall to wall, effectively cutting off access to the space behind. After they kissed, the entire party would pass through the curtains and into the garden, where they could immediately enjoy the reception, while the bride and groom snuck off to change into clothes better suited to dinner and dancing. At the end of the night, they would bid their goodbyes and steal away into the night as they had for the past twenty-two years. 

Dick had envisioned this moment for half of his life in different ways. The bride used to change, often switching between the various women in his life at the time- but as time went on, the vision became clearer and more obvious. It could only be her. She’d always been there, a shadow flitting in and out of the window, playing with fire fearlessly. 

Something probed his arm gently, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Does it remind you of ours?”

He smiled and drew her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm.

“In the best ways. Al really pulled this one together brilliantly.”

His wife sighed, intertwining their fingers.

“It is worth it. Their happy ending is long overdue.”

“Yeah,” Dick agreed, “it’s about time. How’s the bride looking?”

“Like a million of the dollar bills,” Kori replied cheekily, “truly, you may never have eyes for me again.”

He laughed and cupped her cheek, taking in her appearance. His eyes lingered on her full lips, the glimmer of happiness in her electric eyes, the slight pink flush that ran from her cheeks to her collarbone. Her hair had been pinned up into an intricate bun, stray curls framing her face. She was a vision in the soft gold gown Selina had asked her to wear as one of the bridesmaids. 

“I don’t think I could ever have eyes for anyone other than you, beautiful.” 

Kori beamed and slid her free hand to his chest, gripping the lapel of his suit jacket to pull him into a sweet kiss. Her mouth moving achingly slow against his while he fought to remind himself they were in an unconcealed, public space. 

She pulled away and giggled, smoothing out the fabric she had crumpled.

“Your restraint is impressive, my love.”

“It had better be,” a deep voice resounded from behind them, “as I recall, you two are already married, so I doubt there’s much more you can do at a wedding that you haven’t done before.”

“You’d be surprised, Dad,” Dick said cheerfully, “but I’m not looking to upstage your night, so let’s leave it at that.”

“Hello k’norfka Bruce,” Kori said eagerly, hurrying to press a kiss to her father-in-law’s cheek, “you look very handsome! How are you feeling?”

Bruce patted her shoulder affectionately, a rare smile lighting up his face, “like I should have done years ago. You look lovely, by the way.”

“I was just telling Richard to reserve judgment until after the bride has arrived. Selina is truly...indescribably wonderful.”

Dick didn’t miss the dreamy look that crossed his father’s face.  

“And the flower girl? As radiant as her mother?”

He didn’t miss the way his wife blushed at those words either.

“Provided she does not ruin her dress again, Mar’i will look perfect,” she replied with a sigh, glancing at the doors, “in fact, I believe it is time for me to check in on her. Please excuse me, k’norfka Bruce. Richard, I will see you before the ceremony.”

Bruce shoved his hands into his pockets and watched her leave.

“How are you feeling, Dick?”

 “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? It’s your wedding, after all.”

“It’s about time, don’t you think,” Bruce replied with a grin, “I made her wait twenty-two years.”

“I’m still amazed by that, y’know. Star and I tied the knot...what, six years after we started dating. I can’t believe it took you guys this long.”

“Well we’re here now, aren’t we?”

“Only because Selina was boss enough to propose.”

“I would’ve proposed when the time came!” Bruce said indignantly. 

Dick snorted, “Yeah, in 2068, when you’re too close to death to fear commitment.” He glanced around the room, gaze falling on a nearby satin pillow, “Is the ring-bearer going to show up today?”

“He’ll pitch a fit, but yes. The kid’s a fan of Selina. Plus, he misses you.”

“The devil? Inconceivable,” Dick muttered. 

Bruce cuffed him on the back of the head, “He’s your brother.”

“So is Tim, but you don’t see him slicing me up in ‘training sessions’. Speaking of, where is he? Why am I the only one here?”

“Jason plans on popping in during the reception. Tim’s bringing Stephanie so he’s at her house. Alfred is with Damian.”

“That’s not what I mean. Why am I the only one here, now?”

Bruce shifted uncomfortably, and rubbed the back of his neck, ”You’re the first, you know. I’ve always held the others up to you, even when I shouldn’t have. You were a brat, but you were also my first son. I wanted you to be here for that.”

“Dad.”

“No jokes, I’m serious.”

“I am too.”

“Well...good.” 

“Yeah.”

They stood in silence, eyes fixed on the rows of chairs and the trellis directly ahead. 

“So…”

“Hit the bar? A couple of pre-wedding drinks?” 

“Is that what Garfield and Victor did with you?”

Dick laughed as he lead his father out of the hall, “Are you kidding? They wouldn’t let me near the mini-bar. Said they would beat my ass if I was tipsy at my own wedding.”

“Clearly you’re not concerned about me.”

“Nah. First, Silena is more than capable of sobering you up with a single glance. Second, you’re Batman.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I’m pretty sure Kori would do the same if you’d stumbled down the aisle. That woman can pack a punch.”

“Do I detect a hint of fatherly pride there, Dad? Are you finally coming around to your daughter-in-law?”

Bruce rolled his eyes, nudging Dick with his elbow.

“Knock it off. You know I respect her and care about her. She’s a fine young woman. I couldn’t have chosen better for you if I’d tried.”

Dick softened, “I was kidding, but...thanks. It means a lot to hear you say that. She loves and admires you so much. And she tells Mar’i stories about you all the time. She won’t let me ruin your image even a little.”

“She gave you the home you needed, didn’t she?” Bruce said quietly, “Your relationship with me and this house and everything you had turned away from was different after she came into your life.”

“Yeah,” Dick agreed, clapping his hand on his father’s shoulder, “my home is wherever she goes. And she always seems to know what I need when I need it. That’s why she cares so much about this place.”

“I’m sorry for all the shit I gave you in the beginning, you know. I think it pushed you to be strong and decisive, but I am sorry if it hurt you.”

“Not gonna lie, I was pretty pissed for a while. But Star always understood. Always gave you the benefit of the doubt.”

“She’s a special girl.”

And Dick could have gone on about how perfect his wife was - how incomparably sweet and passionate and fiery she could be. How strongly she fought for their family. How lovingly she accepted everyone into her heart.

But he simply nodded and raised his watch to check the time, grinning at his father.

“How about that drink, old man? Push away some of those pre-wedding jitters?”

Bruce’s lips twitched in amusement, but Dick still caught the happy creases around his eyes.

“As long as Alfred doesn’t catch us, I’m game.”

“Afraid he’ll kick your ass?” Dick teased, swiftly dodging a well-aimed slap upside the head.

“It’s my wedding day, son. I get a free pass. I’m looking out for you.”

“Yeah, Dad,” Dick chuckled, “you always do.”

#its robstar week bitches #the tags vanished when i posted this idk #selina kyle #bruce way #dick grayson #koriandr #robstar #batcat #batman #catwoman #robin #starfire #blue writes #blue is exhausted

[awkwardbluefish]

Different at the core

—

Cassandra Cain watched her brothers. They all may look so similar but in the core, they were quite different. It doesn’t confuse her like it would to most people.

Richard John Grayson-Wayne. The first Robin, the one that was born to fly. It shows in his movements, how he can’t stay in one place. Cass smiles, Dick was the easiest out of her brothers to read.

He was happy and had this fierceness that burned in him. Dick was a mother hen always ready to protect his family. The one that knows when others needed a break but couldn’t take his own advice. Always ready to spread his affection for the people he held close, he trusted so easily.

But Cass sees when he is confused. Watches as he frowns when Tim stiffens in his arms (at first), the flash of hurt in his eyes as Damian tenses, prepared for battle. How Jason refuses to go near him at times and Bruce, the person who adopted them all, gave them a home, is the person who is the most detached. So he holds on tighter but It still hurts her brother. It hurts Cass that he doesn’t understand. After all Richard grew up with the circus. All of them family, something the rest of their family didn’t receive.

Damian grew up believing affection was a sign of weakness, Jason lived on the streets, he never received any love. Tim was left alone, he grew up by himself with nannies that weren’t allowed to get close to him. Bruce is to afraid to show his emotions, to scared to get to close, not again. Cass knows it’s a losing battle.

——

Cass is laughing, so is her eldest brother. She is carrying him bridal style. Her brother had just ran up to her and threw himself in her arms. Cass smiles, her brother trusts so easily and loves spreading affection around like confetti. It warms her heart.

~~

Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. The second Robin. Cassandra had never met Jason before the Joker got to him but Cass believes the little boy is still there.

Jason is fierce and angry but he isn’t only that. He has a collection of books and loves older movies. Her brother, as Red Hood and Jason, looks out for the street kids. Cass has seen him give them advice, encourage them and scold them like a father. That is the softer side to her elder brother.

Cass has also witnessed his angry side, the fierce side. How he explodes, he doesn’t hold back. He is making a point and everybody is going to listen and if they don’t, well damn them, Jason doesn’t care. But Cass knows he does.

When Jason explodes he explodes as Jason Todd the adult or Jason Todd the kid. The adult is angry and shouts as if it’s the last words he’ll ever say. He doesn’t care what he says, doesn’t bother holding back, he lets a rip.

When the kid explodes it isn’t all anger and frustration, there’s something else there. A part where he is scared and a part where he is making a scene to get attention. A kid making a ruckus to get the attention they rightfully deserve. A child acting out is a child looking for something, and in Jason’s case, it’s love. A fathers or a brothers is what Cass doesn’t know. Cass doesn’t think it matters.

——

The room is quiet, comfortable. Just the way Jason likes it when he is reading, Cass knows. So she grabs a kids book and slides into the seat, next to Jason. She leans her head on his large shoulder and asks for help. He smiles and complies.

~~

Damian Al Ghul Wayne. Or Damian Wayne. Cassandra prefers the second, so does Damian. Her younger brother is the fifth Robin. He is different from the others. Damian was raised differently, he was taught differently.

Damian has a tough exterior but inside he is nothing more than a child with a tough childhood. A grandfather who wants nothing but power and a mother that is so willing to clone her own son.

Damian grew up to be a assassin, at least that’s what he believes. Cass has watched how he moves, how her younger brother acts. He did not grow to be an assassin as he believes. Damian Wayne was raised as a weapon, something much worse than a assassin. However his grandfather and mother never got that far and Cassandra will forever be grateful for that. She will never tell him either.

Because of that it makes it easier to see the child side of Damian. The one that fights and fights and, in the end, looks towards his father waiting for his approval. Soon Damian began looking at his brothers too and Cassandra, herself. This side is soft and kind, the side the animals around him helped create. Titus, Ace, Jerry the turkey, Goliath, batcow and Alfred the cat. Damian is so fond of them. Cass smiles every time.

But that doesn't mean Damian doesn't argue, Cass doesn't mind. He's a child after all.

——

“It’s disgraceful!”

“Yes,” Cass agrees.

“I have decided to become a vegetarian.” Damian states. He is glaring at the menu he holds. Cooked turkey. Cass can’t help but smile, he really is fond of his animals.

~~

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. He was the third Robin and now Red Robin. Cassandra doesn’t want to admit it but she is most comfortable around him. She doesn’t know why. After all wouldn’t someone that is easier to read be ‘better?’

Tim is smart, he is a detective. At the age of nine he deduced who Batman and Robin were, all he had was a camera and his memories of the night the Grayson’s fell. He figured out what grown up adults can’t. Ones who have training and tech and everything. Tim was a nine year old boy with too much time on his hands. When Jason died Tim kept an eye on Batman more than ever. He was slipping and Tim noticed. So Tim got up and faced the Batman and told him what he needed, not necessarily wanted, to hear. Batman needed a Robin and that’s what he became.

Cass isn’t quite sure of all the hardships Tim went through as his time as Robin but she does know of the people he lost. His father, his best friends and his stepmom, all in a span of a couple of years. Then Bruce. Bruce was stuck in a time stream and Tim had lost Robin. He was called an equal and a delusional. He went up against the league of spiders all the while taking out Ras basses. He became a ceo to Wayne enterprises to protect the people Bruce held close. And Tim, Tim lost his spleen and brought their father home.

Cass wish she was there for him. So she visited more. Talked and laughed and sat in comfortable silence with her brother. And when they spar, Cass still get shivers, it’s the closest call to David Cain she’s ever had. Red Robin isn’t the Robin he used to be. He’s viscous and has new moves, he doesn’t hold back and he is done playing games.

He’s faced some of the most dangerous people on this earth and is laid out to do tech support. That makes Cass angry. Yet Tim does nothing, simply smiles and nods. Cass still doesn’t understand.

But Cass can still see a little boy. A boy who never had parents around but loved them all the same. The one that people have tried to kill and is a punching bag for their insults. Still he does nothing and Cass hurts for him. But Cass has seen the little boy, how Tim, no matter the mission, will take five seconds to mourn someone’s death. To feel their death, to hurt for them. Someone he never knew. And Cass, she feels something in her chest every time she witnesses it. Her brother may never have met them but he mourns them, he remembers them. Cass will always love that about her brother.

Tim is- used to be such a great person.

——

Cass is screaming, yet no sound will come out and she just can’t stop crying. Her heart is breaking and she wants it to stop! Dammit! Tim, Tim is gone, he is dead. A sob racks her body and she lets out a screech. All that was left was his bo-staff. Blood as thick as heavy as a coat of paint.

Damian is standing behind her, so is Barbara. He wasn’t there, neither was Barbara and they are both watching, speechless. They haven’t seen the grave so Cass moves. Rolls her body over and cries for her brother. She hears the intake of breath from Barbara, the whispered “no….” As it passes her lips.

She is crying, their both crying. And Cass stumbles, stumbles to her feet and walks to her. Cass doesn’t get far before she’s crashing to her knees and hugging Barbara. She feels the tears.

The heavens cry today as they did the day he died. Cassandra wants her brother back, why did the world have to take him away?

—

A/n - this is actually one of my first fics, I think I must’ve deleted it 😬

#dc #tim drake #dick grayson #batfamily #jason todd #damian wayne #cassandra cain #my writing #mine

[dibs4ever]

DickBabs Wedding Day (Fanfic)

As promised here is my DICKBABS wedding fic, it turned our longer then I expected but I hope it’s worth the read

“Get back here!” Stephanie grinned chasing after the toddler and scooping him up with a smile. She tickled his belly causing him to giggle.

“Say my name” she smiled pressing her forehead up the against the 15-month-old’s

“Teph” he grinned playing with the sequence on her short sleeved lavender bridesmaid dress

Stephanie smiled “That right” she bopped his little nose

Cassandra entered the room followed by Jason.

“There you are” Cassandra smiled “Let me see my nephew” she held her hands out

Stephanie shook her head “Barbara gave me one duty as her bridesmaid----to get my nephew dressed, you’re not taking that from me. Besides they’re letting you watch him while they are on their honeymoon” she mockingly argued blowing raspberry on Nathan’s cheeks

Cassandra rolled her eyes continuing into the room “I’m not, let me just hold him for a second, besides if it bugs you that much I’ll let you and Timbers play house with him for one night” she held her hands out and Stephanie handed him over. “Barbara is dressed, she look’s amazing”

“Mama!” Nathan smiled

Jason rolled his eyes and walked toward the girls “Now you did it”

“I see mama” Nathan said again

Cassandra shook her head “Sorry bud, we let you see her now you’ll be throwing a fit when we have to pull you away from her, so you can play ring bearer” she brushed the strands of jet black hair away from his little face

Nathan looked at her oddly before twisting his body sideways, making it slightly difficult for Cassandra to hold onto him “Unci Aye see Mama” he reached his little arms toward Jason

Jason held his hands up “Sorry Rugrat, I’ve been told no men are even aloud in that wing of the manor”

Cassandra turned Nathan, so he was back in her arms “I feel like he talks so well for his age” she commented

Stephanie nodded in agreement

“Hey Nate” Jason spoke catching the toddlers attention “What’s her name?” he pointed to Cassandra

Nathan pointed a finger at Cassandra “Ass” he said proudly

Jason and Stephanie laughed

“Ass” Nathan said again, enjoying the reaction he got from his aunt and uncle

“It’s not funny” Cassandra barked “Nathan Cass” she held the C

“Ass” Nathan said again

Jason laughed “Dick wanted me to tell you to just deliver the rugrat to the room where the us groomsmen are when you’re done getting him dressed” he explained before leaving the room

“I’m going to go see if Alfred needs any more last-minute help” Cassandra said passing Nathan back to Stephanie

She nodded and watched her leave the room

“Let’s get you dressed little stud muffin” she told her nephew as she kissed his chubby cheek

“Welp I hate break it to ya Dickie but your kid curses like a sailor” Jason grinned closing the door to the room where the male side of the wedding party was getting dressed

Dick was looking in the mirror making sure everything was straight “Were you making him say Cass’ name again?” he quirked an eyebrow

“You bet I was” Jason laughed flopping down on the couch

“You know she hates that” Tim pointed

Jason shrugged “Would I be a good brother if I didn’t annoy the tar out of my siblings?”

Damian rolled his eyes from where he stood on the opposite corner of the room

“Alright, how do I look? Dick asked turning to look at his brothers

Bruce stepped out of the adjoined bathroom and nodded his head “Barbara isn’t going to know what hit her” he complimented clapping Dick’s shoulder

Dick smiled proudly

There was a knock on the door and Tim stepped forward opening it, Stephanie stepped in holding Nathan now dressed in a tux. Her once neat hair was now slightly tussled “Well it took some wrangling, but I got him dressed” she smiled

Dick laughed moving forward “Hey buddy, look at you” he stretched out his hands

Nathan grinned brightly “Dada!”

He took the toddler and threw him lightly into the air causing him to giggle

“I’m going to go get this fixed” Stephanie motioned around her head

Dick nodded “Thanks for getting him dressed Steph, he looks great” he set the baby down, immediately he ran toward the curtains.

Bruce knew his grandson well enough to know that the small human was going to attempt to climb them, so he quickly stopped him by scooping him up.

Barbara took a deep breath looking herself over in the mirror. She turned around just as the hairdresser was finishing up fixing Stephanie’s hair.

“I’m sorry about that” Barbara apologized

Stephanie laughed standing up “Forget about it, it was my fault for putting him down and not keeping a close eye on him. I swear he’s part spider or something. I stepped out of the room for a second and he was half way up the bookcase”

Barbara laughed “That’s Dick’s fault, he taught him how to climb just about anything”

Dinah smiled “Only, 15 minutes left till the ceremony is supposed to start”

Barbara nodded “Don’t remind me.”

“You nervous?” Cassandra cocked an eyebrow

Barbara nodded “Like you wouldn’t believe, I’m getting married....to Dick Grayson. If you had told me that when I first met him I would have said you were crazy.”

Dinah laughed “Considering you were 12 and he was 9 I’d say I’d understand”

She took a deep breath “I need to sit down for a moment” she passed her bouquet to Dinah and sat down, running her fingers through her hair careful not to mess it up

“You’re not going to run, away are you?” Stephanie half joked

Cassandra nodded “Yeah cause the guys have your kid and if you run away he’s going to be raised by them.... can you imagine how bad that would turn out?”

Barbara laughed “I’m doing this——I want to do this.” She stood taking the bouquet back “I’m ready to marry Richard John Grayson.”

The doors flung open and Helena rushed in dressed in the same matching bridesmaid dress as the rest of the girls “I’m here, I’m so sorry I’m late but I’m here with” she glanced at the time “8 minutes to spare “she let out a breath

Barbara laughed “Sorry the hair and makeup girl just left”

Helena shrugged “No biggie it’s my punishment for being late. You on the other hand look stunning!” Her eyes widened

Dinah nodded “I know right, with her looking like that we’ll be lucky if her and Dick even show up to the reception”

This made the bridal party laugh as they made their way to the door

Dick stood at the front of the aisle bouncing on his toes. He was never nervous but right now he felt like he was about to faint. He looked around at the crowd of guests in front of him he locked eyes with the Clark Kent who was sitting in the second row Jon and Lois beside him. Clark grinned sending him a thumb up

The music started, and Dick moved his attention to the doors as they swung open. First up was Helena and Damian, there were a couple of “Awes” heard from older women finding the sharp dressed yet short for his age 13-year-old paired with the much taller than him woman. As Damian passed the Kent’s Jon covered his mouth to suffocate a chuckle earning a glare from Damian.

Next was Jason paired with Cassandra then Tim with Stephanie and finally the Best man and Maid of Honor Wally and Dinah

Nathan came out last serving as ring bearer, Wally’s daughter served as flower girl “Awes” filled the room as the toddlers entered holding the small white pillow and basket with Bruce beside them guiding the toddlers gently along.

As Bruce tried to hold Nathan’s hand and move him a little quicker the 1 year old stopped in the middle and narrowed his eyes “I do it” he said proudly

Bruce shrugged releasing the boy and walked ahead, this made Nathan quickly follow his grandfather causing the crowd of guests to laugh.

Once they were at the alter Wally bent down taking the ring box that was tied to the pillow and Bruce sat in the front row with his grandson.

Then the wedding march began, everyone stood, and the doors once again swung open revealing Barbara dressed in her white gown, her arm hooked with her fathers. Dick’s breath caught at the sight of her as she walked down the isle

Suddenly he felt tears welling up in his eyes as Jim led her down the aisle. Dick blinked back the tears “Get ahold of yourself Grayson, this isn’t like you” he thought

Jim and Barbara stood in front of him

“Who gives this woman to this man?” Alfred asked, yes Alfred was officiating the marriage. Would they honestly trust anyone else?

“I do.” Jim stood straight

Dick stepped forward to take Barbara’s hand but felt her being held back. The couple looked back at the police commissioner “Dad this is where you let go” she whispered

Letting a low sigh Jim leaned forward pecking Barbara’s cheek

“Take care of her Grayson” he lowered his eyes

Dick nodded “I will sir”

With that Dick took Barbara’s hand and turned so they were standing in front of Alfred

“We are gathered here today to unite this man and this woman in marriage” Alfred began.

After going through the stereotypical wedding ceremony Alfred smiled “The Bride and Groom have decided to read their own vows which they will do at this time, Master Dick” Alfred nodded toward the man

Dick nodded, to everyone’s surprise he didn’t take out a paper “Barbara, as I stand before you today thousands of memories flash through my mind all the way back to the day we first met. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs. Good things and bad things. Surprises that neither of us saw coming. I’ve left and came back more then once. But one thing has always remained the same. It has always been you, no matter how far away I went, how bad things got or whatever obstacle we were going through something always told me you would always be the answer. Our love story is not a fairy tale. In fact, it is probably one of the furthest things away from a fairy tale.”  This line caused some eyebrow raises from guests who didn’t know the full story of Dick and Barbara. Dick grabbed both of Barbara’s hands in his “But one thing is for sure it’s ours which makes it perfect. I know I’m nowhere near perfect, but I promise to do my best to be as close to that as I possibly can for you and our son” he kissed her hands

The guest clapped

“Easy Master Dick I have not told you to kiss the bride yet” Alfred teasingly wagged his finger.

Dick chuckled

“Alright Miss Barbara it’s your turn” Alfred smiled

Barbara took a deep breath “Well I’m going to do my best to follow up with that” she joked   “Dick, like you I’m standing here just thinking about everything we’ve gone through. We’ve known each other longer then I sometimes realize. I remember when I was 17 there was this short lanky 14-year-old boy who confessed he had a crush on me and asked me out, obviously I shot him down. Then a year later that same boy sneekingly stole a kiss, naturally I punched him in the face” Dick and Barbara exchanged smiles “Little did I know I had just kissed the love of my life for the first time. Fast forward through puberty, and some years later here we are standing in front of each other and that same boy is the father of my child and soon to become me husband. Through everything you never ever gave up on me. You have always been my biggest supporter, even when I was 12 years old and stressing about a test I could count on you to encourage me and make me feel like everything would be okay. I can’t thank you enough for all the things you have done for me through the years. I hope that I can always do the same for you, I vow to always be your biggest supporter through thick and thin no matter what life throws at us”

Next it was time to exchange the rings, when they finished Dick turned to Alfred “Can I kiss her Alfie?”

Alfred smiled “Yes Master Dick, you may kiss your bride”

Dick shot Barbara a wide grin, she smiled back just as widely as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close her arms found their way to his neck and in one swift motion Dick pressed his lips to hers. Both embracing in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

They pulled apart still smiling “Ladies and Gentlemen it is my honor to introduce to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Grayson!”

The guests cheered as Barbara and Dick clasped hands they stopped so Barbara could take Nathan from Bruce and together the family of 3 made their way up the isle and out of the room.

“Alright let’s go get wasted!” Jason shouted——-which lead to the reception, and that’s a whole other story.

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the last part of my BAT/CAT wedding fic. full fic- https://archiveofourown.org/works/14146608

Today The east wing of the manor was as bright as it’s ever been. The giant room that was reserved for public functions glimmered with bright and ridiculously expensive chandeliers. The whole room filled with decorative flowers. White roses on every corner. A big refreshment table on one side of the room. Plates, spoons, all the cutlery neatly placed. Around the cake’s honorable spot. A door that lead to the kitchen used for such occasions, waiters and workers entering and leaving the door.. The marble surface of the place so clean and shiny you could see your own reflection in it. Almost made Stephanie brown wonder if someone brainwashed Bruce that he allowed all of this. Was Selina behind this? Did she kiss Bruce with mind control lipstick? Probably not, but Damian would argue. She honestly though the wedding was gonna happen in the cave, in uniforms. Bruce chanting; ‘I am Batman’ repetitively instead of saying ‘I do’ and Selina replying with ‘meow’. This was not what she had in mind. After admiring the room, Stephanie walked out to the back gardens. There were workers and waiters all over the place. A petal strewn isle was formed from the manor to the gazebo. Unlit lanterns on both sides looked very romantic. There was an arch of black and white roses as the ceremony back drop. Stephanie could see the welcome sign on the entrance of the garden but it was too far away to catch what it said, probably something cheesy since she heard it was Dick who took care of the sign. Comfortable Seats were arranged on both side of the passage way covered in black velvet and a triangular piece of golden net on the crown of the seats. The grassing of the whole garden was freshly renewed; even though Alfred’s gardens were on top same throughout the years. The lush greenery made it hard to remember that it wasn’t spring weddings, which were very nice by the way. Steph’s mom used to tell her that she got married in spring too. A small table was at one side. There were mini vases filled with the same roses. Stephanie made note to take one with her, the trees on this side of the garden were filled with fairy lights, yet to be lit up. It was only 5 pm after all. Lights hung all over the place, from on tree to another al connected to the glam garden chandelier above the gazebo. Despite of all the food arrangements in the manor, there was a cocktail station under of the trees. Boy, someone sure threw a lot of money into this. The bomboniere table was yet to be set but Steph could see the tiny corked bottles in the corner Steph strolled around wondering if Cass had already decided which bouquet to be chosen for Selina, when she left, a succulent, fern and garden rose banquet was at debate Tim was standing the far end of the place talking to some staff about setting up heaters and micro phone system, it was a chilly evening. Steph couldn’t remember the name of the designers but she was sure they were the top ones. Of all the wedding Steph attended, which weren’t many, this one was far too posh. She started walking towards Tim who was now scrolling something on his phone. She approached him from behind, wrapping her arms aroiund his waist and putting her head on his shoulder. “Steph” he said pleasantly. “what are you doing?” Steph asked “Wondering why you’re wrapped around me” his voice was nervous. “I missed you” she replied softly removing herself from him, he turned around to meet her gaze. His hair all messed up. He was wearing a Red hooded sweat shirt and jeans. One hand in his pocket and a tired look. “We talked Steph, what we agreed on was the best for us, for the time being. I miss you too but all of that was just too hard to let go so quickly” he slowly said. His sad expressions watered Steph’s eyes. “I know I just… really miss you” she smiled wiping her eyes. Tim gulped in reply but Steph was quick to change the topic “who are you contacting?” she asked looking at his phone. “Conner” he and Cassie volunteered to take care of patrols.” “But I though Bruce said the birds of prey and batwing were gonna do the first part and superman and wonder woman the other? “She asked confused. ‘The birds had to leave to Seattle for an emergency, I don’t know what happened but Dinah sounded worried when she informed Babs” “Huh, I hope everything goes smoothly” Me too” Tim said turning around. I’m gonna go check up on Bruce and ask Alfred if anything remain to be done. Can you see if Cass and Selina decided the flowers already?” “I’ll check, but where’s Damian?” she asked the question she had on her mind the whole after noon” “He’ll be here soon, I hope, he was with the titans“ Tim was uncertain. “And Jason?” Steph asked again. “I don’t think he’s coming, Bruce tried but he couldn’t convince him and he was avoiding Alfred’s call before Alfred went to his apartment but he bailed out of there too” “Figures” Stephanie shrugged. ………… The seats started to fill in; the guest list was kept small. Clark was already here with Lois and Jon; he was talking with Diana and Zatanna. Hal and Oliver were laughing off in a corner. Jon was playing with Damian’s pets. Jo’hn Jones sat awkwardly in the corner in his human form, looking around like it was his first wedding. Arthur was absent but promised Clark on the phone that he’s make it. Lucius fox, tam fox and Luke fox entered accompanied by Leslie Tompkins. The bride’s party was about 7 cats wondering all over the gardens, 3 girls roughly the age of 15 or 16, holly Robinson, and Pamela Isley. She sat by the trees growing little flowers around it. Dick told her to stop doing that because that would compromise the hidden identities, but no one out of the cape and tights crew was here yet. Harleen Quinzel was also on the list but didn’t arrive yet. Inside the manor, in the lounge, Dick sat on the couch in a tux. Damian paced around the room, looking incredibly cute in his small tux. Stephanie though her looked like an angry marshmallow, and she tried to squeeze him into a hug but Damian threatened to stab her with a rusty knife if she approached him again. Tim sat at the arm of the couch in his formal attire. His sleeves folded on his elbows. He had a cup of coffee in one of his hands as he talked with someone on the phone. Stephanie steps out of Selina’s room and joined Dick on the couch. Her hair tied into a ponytail, and she was in her uh-may-zing purple dress she bought a week ago. Selina didn’t get anyone professional to prepare her, so Stephanie helped her out with makeup and hair because she was ‘fab’ at it. Cass silently entered the room with two hair clips in her hand and handed them to Steph, crouching down in front of her. Steph clipped the quiet girl’s hair who was wearing her own ‘fab’ black dress. Barbara was on her laptop finishing report work. It’s near 7:30 pm. Bruce walked down the stairs in the same room talking to someone on the phone. He looked ready, with his hair done and cuffs folded up. There’s quite the noise in the place but the awkwardness still lingered in the air. Duke came running into the room and glares at Damian. “Damian, Titus is bugging me, control your mutt, dude” “tt, he clearly is intimidated by your annoying presence, replacement” Damian said carelessly. “Dude, what the hell, Control it!” duke said now frightened backing away from the barking dog. “Titus, boy, don’t hurt him too much” Damian smirked and walked towards the kitchen. Titus kept barking at Duke. “Damian!” he called after him. “Down boy, down. What have I done to you?” he moaned. Not a second later his eyes widened breaching for impact. The next second Titus was all over him, growling at his face. “Titus” Damian shouted at him walking in the room. “Bad dog” he pointed his finger at him. The dog whimpered removing himself from duke. “tt. You better change Thomas, those dusty paws will look uncivilized” Damian warned and duke glared at him. His expressions turn to anger when he sees all the dirty print on his clothes. “You could have stopped him in the first place, you brat” he snapped. And Damian clicked his tongue in return. Dude, what’s wrong with you, you’re a messed up little man. This is so not forgivable” he said walking out the room keeping his cool. ……. The guests had started to arrive. Commissioner Gordon who was strictly invited as a friend was too concerned to sit so he started ordering security about the necessary precautions taken if any attack occurs. Some of Bruce’s old school friends and a lot of Wayne enterprise staff were here. The seats were almost full and everyone was chatting or having drinks and cocktail. It was almost 8 pm. The minister had already arrived and now everyone was just waiting for the bride and groom and their family. *inside the manor* It’s an utter disaster. No one had any idea how thing got like this. From calm and peaceful to hell. But that was how Clark Kent found them. Stephanie was shouting at Tim. They were arguing about the sound system not being well enough. Tim believes that it should be replaced with the old system in the cave. No idea how it got there. Steph was shouting at Tim for letting it go. “It won’t even be used for 10 whole minutes” Steph snapped “And what if it malfunctions in those minutes? I have to be sure” “Can’t you just leave it be. You’re not supposed to worry about that thing. Why are the technicians here? You should be with Bruce and the rest of the family instead of fixing the cords while you “dad” get married” “Why are you even bringing that up?” “I’m bringing what up?” she shouted at him with all of her vocals. The rest of the room wasn’t quite peaceful either. Duke had returned after changing his tux into an old one of Tim’s. He had no clothes at the manor and certainly not any tuxes, Damian tipped him off by giving him a look so now he was shouting at him for being an asshole. “Man, if you’re so irritated with this, why are you sticking around?” Duke shot back in a line of many disrespectful statements. “What I do or do not, does not concerns you, Thomas. Know your place.” Damian threatened and Duke could already see a shuriken in his hands he pulled from his pocket. Seriously? He kept it with him? Barbara was on the other end of the room on the phone with Jim Gordon. She had one hand pressed against her ear to block out the noise and get a hold of what Jim was trying to explain. “What? Dad I can’t hear you” Barbara called loudly in the speaker. “-----“there’s something said from the other side which she fails to catch. “The security?” what’s wrong with it? “Dad, they’ll take care of it” Hello?” “Hello” “no I can’t hear you” “Damian! Shut the hell up” she snapped at his direction but he didn’t even notice. Jon Kent who was standing perplexed and nervous with his father was now hovering over Damian, trying to calm him and Duke on with his tiny, cheery voice. Pennyworth the cat was trying to jump on him from the coffee table, failing each time and then again jumping and failing. She broke the freshly filled vase in those attempts. “Jonathan Lane Kent” Lois called after him.” Get down here this instance” she grabs his boot trying to get him to stop hovering in the air. “Master Jon!” Alfred called in his angry warning tone “what if someone sees you” “Oops sorry” he smiled sheepishly landing on his feet. “Fuck off” Damian said you duke’s face in reply to something. Lois let out a big gasp covering Jon’s ears. “Language” Clark warns but Damian ignored continuing his verbal rage. “I’m gonna see if everyone out there is okay, I’ll try to keep it look okay. Alfred” he called to the elderly man who was combing Bruce’s hair while Bruce barked at Tim and Steph “you get this contained. They have to be out soon, its just 20 minutes into 8 o’clock”. With that said Clark stormed out of the room. “Cass, can you play anything louder” Stephanie shouted at the little girl who was trying to figure things out on her phone. She apparently opened the music app by mistake and it started playing “up town funk” in max volume. She didn’t even know how her music came to have music. She suspected it was Dick who made her a playlist since he talked about it before, but this was not the time for it to play. The loud music was starting to hurt her ears. She kept messing with app and setting but she couldn’t figure out how to close it down or turn the volume down. “Someone help” She let out a small cry but who could have heard her squeak in a raging battle field. Dick was pacing around the room trying to remember everything he was in charge of. And it hit him, he ran out of the room, abandoning his ringing phone on the couch. Bruce was now glaring at the whimpering dog who just didn’t want to shut up. Jon was still trying to calm everyone down with his tiny voice. The loud music roared from Cass’s phone as she failed to do anything. Steph was now shouting at Tim for a completely new reason and he sat curled up on the couch mumbling something to himself. Pennyworth the cat knocked over his coffee cup so that was a mess. Alfred was yelling at the act for making a mess in the carpeted room as he wiped the coffee spill. All this excitement even made Alfred loose his cool. Dick’s phone was still buzzing Barbara was on the phone with huntress who was updating her on the city’s situation Lois lane was trying to tell Perry on the phone that she couldn’t come on an emergency notice It was a total mess when Selina, in her black and white flowing wedding dress, came running in with Dick in the hell of a room. She was painting heavily and so was Dick. They both looked like the saw a ghost. With all that heavy makeup and dressing Selina looked completely miserable. And she finally let out a scream, freezing everyone in the room. “The rings” she managed to say catching her breath “we left them behind” *dramatic shatter of glass* dun dun dun 10 minutes before they had to walk the isle and no rings everyone was frozen. Their brains were too scattered to think of what to do. A moment later Tim spoke up “Jason” he said turning all the attention to him “What” Bruce glared at him. “Call Jason, tell him to speed to the jewelers’ and get the pre ordered rings. None of us can leave without being unnoticed” “That’s not a bad indeed” Stephanie agreed with him” and silence fell in the room. All of them had their talks with Jason but he didn’t agree to come, would he help then now? Or were they at a dead end. The silence got deeper and deeper. The only sound heard in the room was Cass’s playlist. Babs shot her a glare telling her to turn it off but she tried that already. All that was left to do was smash the phone since no one would help her. But Stephanie would smash her in return if she wasted all the ‘fab’ app she had installed. Dick was the first to act. He hoped from one couch and flipped to the other, grabbing his phone and landing on his feet. He dialed Jason’s number. The silence was deep enough they could hear the ringing bells of his call. One ring Two ring Three ring “Cass, turn down the music” Steph said and Cass looked like she could cry. She felt like kicking everyone for not helping her out but yelling at her. “Jason” Dick exclaimed. “The fuck do you want, dickface” a slight drowsy voice came from the other side “Help, you got to help us” he shouted barely breathing. Tim snatched the phone from his hand and spoke in the phone “listen, Hood, I’ll send you the picture of the order receipt and the address just rush there and get the, we don’t have time and no e of us can leave here. Get them here as fast as you can, you listening to me?” he said in one breath. “Hold up, fluff feathers, I need to get what?” he asked confused and now a bit worried, possibly even taking this seriously. Stephanie snatched the phone from Tim rolling eyes at him and spoke way calmer than other boys “Jason” she was cut off by a whining sound. ”three Bat brats in one call, lucky friggin me” “Shut up, you ass, the rings Jason! We forgot the rings” there was pin drop silence on the other end and the word were spoken afterwards “give me the address” The following minutes, a bike roared on the south streets of Gotham leaving everything in dust. ……. “Where is he?” Selina asked for the tenth time pacing around the hallway “he’ll be here” Dick replied confidently smiling at her “pfft. I am not so confident. Todd might play us all, he might be tricking us, even finding it funny” Damian suggested, his face al dark and suspicious as if he was scheming something Tim looked with surprise at him and let out a sigh “Jason is not a monster Damian, he won’t do anything like that at a time like this” he reassured but even he was a little wee bit scared. “The guests are already getting worried” Alfred informed entering the door between the manor and the gardens wearing his formal British tux. He has a satisfying look on his face, almost like a look of deep happiness and joy. Thuds were heard in the hallway, coming from the opposite side of the manor, coming near the family who stood at the door ready to make their entrance at any moment. The footsteps got closer and closer until they revealed a tall figure in sweat, panting. Jason stood there trying to calm his breath. To everyone’s surprise, he was wearing his tux Bruce got him that day. He looked freshly showered, his hairs were up in a spiky form, and cuffs rolled up, boots neatly polished. They all had confident he’d come around to help us but as a bonus he looked like he’d attend the wedding after all. Bruce stepped towards him putting a hand to his shoulder as he stood up straight, his breath now normal. Bruce gave him a warm smile, which he smirked ta. His hand crawled to his pocket and he let out a velvet box, and handed it to Bruce. Bruce didn’t bother opening it but wrapped his hands around Jason, hugging him tight and brief. He whispered into the hug “thank you for coming, son” Jason didn’t feel like making a sarcastic or any kind of comment and just smiled faintly in return. Bruce turned back to the rest and said “let’s go” “I knew you’d come” Tim exclaimed smiling at Jason who stuck out his tongue at hm. “tt. You came through, Todd, you may be useful after all” Damian remarked “Shut up twit” he hissed in return, shoving Dick off from the hug he gave him during the process. Dick was the first to go out and everyone watched from inside the door as he walked the pathway covered in petal and took is place as the best man. Stephanie ran out next and sat on the front row. Bruce took a deep breath and walked down the aisle, he refused to be escorted by anyone. Everyone clapped as he stood in front of the minister facing to the aisle. Everyone turned their attentions to the isle. Tim and duke were the next to come out; they took their place beside Dick, and smiled at the crowd. Tim could see many of his old friends and Duke finally got to show his friend that he really was adopted by Bruce Wayne. No more explanations and convincing for him. Soft classic music played in the background. Cass was the flower girl, she carried the rose banquet down the aisle looking adorable and small, completely harmless. She stood at her place waving at Stephanie who was giddy with excitement, almost jumping on her seat. A minute passed, no one else came out. The tension on Bruce and the boys’ faces started to show. They hadn’t thought of who’d take Selina down the aisle or how they’ll explain Jason. ‘My dead son returned to save the wedding, oh don’t worry he’ll do lie down in his grave after were done’ Bruce was now almost seating and Dick was reading to go back in when a shadow appeared in the entrance door. Damian slowly started walking out, shoulders broad and a faint and mature smile on his face, almost made them calm down. Then they all saw what they were waiting for, Selina started walking the isle, her hand in Alfred’s. The old man looked over whelmed with pride. Behind them Barbra and Jason followed, his hair now in a different style and his head a little bowed down. He had black glasses on his face and an ear piece connected to a little walkie talkie on his shoulder. They were trying to maintain the illusion of him being their body guard. Alfred slowly let go of Selina’s hand giving it to Bruce. Barbara sat beside Stephanie and Jason, when he was trying to sit on the front row, was eye gestured by Bruce to stand with the boys. At first they all were a little confused sine Jason didn’t really exist, there was just a body guard and there were people here who could recognize him if paid a little attention, but after a quick glance around, they realized no one was paying attention to anyone but Bruce and Selina. Alfred took his place on Selina’s side where Cass was standing with the flowers, he handed the ring coushin to Damian who looked annoyed by this travesty, he would have almost killed someone in anger of his new ‘ring boy’ role but Dick was there to hold his shoulder really tightly. It was perfect, no shooting thugs , no blasts , no bullets to doge, no schemes to foil. Just the quiet night. The cold breeze. The smell of roses in the air and the soft small voice of Selina Kyle as she gave her vow. A nervous crack in Bruce’s voice when he said his vow. And it was done. The knot was tied. They did it. As Bruce kissed Selina softly, his heart felt a new kind of feeling, not of joy or love or happiness. A feeling that said that he was now complete. He was whole. He felt like the found the missing piece of him he didn’t realize he was missing and it was perfect. As he looked around the crowd, he looked at his sons, his father figure, his daughters, his friend and allies, he felt grateful that he got to share the best moment of his life with them. …….. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Bruce and Selina walked around the ball room laughing and talking with people. It was all normal. It was all good. Stephanie and Cass sat on a table showing cake with spoons in each other’s mouth. Tim sat at the same table, looking at his phone. He looked up at Steph and Cass and said “it feels like a dream, still” smiling faintly. “I’m very happy myself” Steph said looking in Bruce and Selina’s direction “The patrol reports just came. Everything is quiet in Gotham. Can you believe it?” Tim said confused and worried. “Don’t worry Tim. We may not be people of faith, but count today as luck. Maybe we were destined to have this one great day in our lives” dick said sitting beside Tim. “Ugh, all this positive energy is killing me” Jason exclaimed crashing of the seat like it was a damned couch “I can’t take much more of this happy pappy bullcrap” he added dramatically. “And yet your still here” Barbara teased smacking his head as she sat beside him “no one asked you anything other than normal stuff, did they?” she asked concerned. She was the one who decided to risk it and take him down the aisle when he wanted to run away “Luckily no, that’s why I’m sticking around” “Are you sure it’s not the food man?” Duke smirked taking a seat at the big table “Shut up vermin, respect your fuckin elders” Jason threatened in return. “I agree with Todd. This is all too ridiculous. I hate these women and specially that group in the corner. I want to be done with this soon and head out to patrol’ Damian huffed grumpily crossing arms around his chest. “Lighten up dames. Eat some cake” Stephanie said forcing a spoon full in his mouth “Get away from me, brown” he hissed “This is great guys. I love this. I’ve never been this relaxed in ages” Dick exclaimed stretching his hands up in the air “Speak for yourself, best man. I’ve been going nuts with all this patrol reports. And I also hate formal introductions. Bruce has already introduced me to a dozen people by now. I’m not sure I like being Tim Wayne anymore” Tim huffed “I love being Richie Grayson” Dick informed cheerily “Kori even gave me a kiss on the cheek see” he told over joyed “And I love being dead. It’s way better than this. Also, you meet Kori, dickface? She was asking me for you earlier” Jason asked with a slight smirk “What? She met with you first. Oh cruel betrayal” he dramatically turned his head around. “It is a great wedding.’ Steph spoke up “and what a shame Dick. Jason is always stealing your stuff and girls” she teased “What a shame Bruce choose to marry the cat and not me” Jason said but Barbara hit him again in the head “So you agree that the cat must be a playing something here?” Damian demanded “Damian!” Dick and Barbara both snapped at the same time. “Don’t ruin this, Dames. Here have a wee littwel carrot stick. Baby bird wanna callot shitick?” Stephanie sang making faces at Damian annoying him to the core. He took out his knife but immediately hid it when a bachelor and his wife glared at him “Guys, Cool it. It’s a beautiful night. Let’s enjoy it” Dick pleaded “I’m just laying out the hypotheses, she’s too promiscuous to be committed to one man. And let’s not forget, she’s a thief. She may steal the valuables” he argued disrespectfully but his heart was not in it. He was just trying to maintain his dramatic image “That’s enough Damian” Barbara warned and he let out a gruff sound “Trust your dad, baby bird” Stephanie softly smiled “Besides, Selina may take offense and that would be good for your mom/son relationship” Jason said stealing some of the cake from Cass’s plate. “She is not my mother” Damian shouted to his face. “Oh right, you mom is batshit crazy and constantly tries to kill you” Jason corrected and Tim chuckled lightly. Dick was snow covering his head with his hands and Barbara hit Jason again on his head ”ow Babs” he moaned. “Bruce sure has a type” duke spoke in a while “are you calling my mother a concubine?” Damian hissed “”she’s worse kid. Don’t feel bad. At least you have a mom” Jason argued and Tim snorted again earning a glare from the little boy. “He wasn’t calling her that Damian and you shouldn’t be so disrespectful either, just because Bruce got married, that doesn’t mean he loves you any less” Dick softly reasoned. But their conversation had already gathered a lot of attention with its constant catfight kind o conversation and not to mention they were all Waynes on one big table, gaining a lot of attention. Bruce and Selina were now sitting with most of the JL, and Bruce’s expression changed from happy to grumpy with the capes crew. The usual Bat expression for those guys “Sounds like Dames doesn’t want an evil step mom after an evil birth mom” Steph teased. “You are on my wrath list, brown” he threatened “She just wants to co-exist peacefully” Tim reasoned “Peaceful? In this family, puh-fucking-lease” Jason rolled his eyes eating more cake. “You’re getting more and more dramatic every day” Dick pointed out “And annoying” Damian clicked his tongue. “I like peace” Cass smiled happily “Good girl Cass. At least someone does” Babs encouraged. “Boys, boys, boys. Be good little kiddies and keep it cool” Dick joked making a soccer Dad voice “Don’t you fucking dare, golden boy. Be the daddy to little bird brain over there, you’re not even good at that” Jason threatened making both Stephanie and Tim snort this time “Grayson is not my father, Todd” Damian half yelled before he caught the Babs glare. “He is kinda like you father kid” Tim agreed bracing for the verbal impact to come. “You’re a kid too you turd” Jason shot but got hit again by Barbara. “You are both childish” Cass death glared at them making them exchange terrified glances. “Yeah Cass! Death glared them both into the abyss” Stephanie cheered “Did I mention I love the arrangement” Dick asked “It is pure crap” Damian denied “Alfred will kill you for that comment” Barbara warned “We will have a talk about this Master Damian” they all froze catching sight of Alfred behind Damian who shot him a warning look before walking away with the British women he was with. “You’re in trouble” Dick informed “I am aware” Damian said coldly. “I like Selina’s dress” Cass said handing a glass of the drinks she brought to everyone on the table. “It looks pathetic” Damian argued “It does look kinda carp” duke agreed. Everyone looked at him surprised “what?!” he asked looking at everyone. “Their vows were so adorable” Dick cheerily changed another topic that may have started another war “I can’t believe Bruce wrote that. He’s finally growing up into a mature man” Barbara sounded more motherly than usual “tt. Father’s words were eloquent and wisely spoken” Damian clicked again looking at Bruce’s direction who also looked back at him from the other side of the room and smiled. “He’s trying so hard, and I feel so proud” Dick exclaimed. Tim, Cass and Stephanie nodded in agreement “Did you guys notice the cat ears on Selina’s tiara” Steph asked excitedly “I did, when she gave me a hug thanking me for bringing the rings” Jason informed and everyone looked at him unbelievably “He does one good thing in the line of bad and he get highly praised” Tim teasingly announced. “tt. I don’t trust you or the Cat, Todd” “Typical jealous teen” Jason smirked “I am way ahead of my years” Damian snapped in return “Every kid says that” Tim pointed out smirked in victory “You said that too” Steph laughed bursting his bubble “Hey!” “sorry sorry” Steph snorted in between laughs “I just want them to be happy” Dick the ever positive brother prayed “Seconded” Barbara agreed “Me to” Stephanie raised a hand “Bruce looks good when smiling” Cass added her vote “What about you lil demon” Jason asked the grumpy Damian “It could be worse I suppose” he clicked “I think he just gave his approval” Tim exclaimed “I think so too” Steph agreed “I hate you all” The end Thanks for reading people, drop a comment below. And share with all your friends. Ill be taking ideas for short stories, be sure to give one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14146608

#bat family #bat cat #Damain Wayne #tim drake #jason todd #barbara gordon #bruce wayne #selina kyle #clark/superman #alfred pennyworth

[lookatthisdork]

Batman AU Idea - Ghosts

I’ve always been a sucker for supernatural-element AUs in otherwise (near-) magic-less settings, and Batman generally leans hard on the (COMIC) SCIENCE end of the science/magic spectrum, so naturally I’m always on the hunt for Batman AUs with magic stuff happening. The worldbuilding that some authors put into a Gotham where immortal beings are just part of life is amazing.

But there’s so many vampire AUs. Don’t get me wrong - I love them, and I love their writers. But I just want more variety sometimes.

Ghosts

(Shout-out to my favorite Ghost-Batman fic where all of the batkids (Pre-Flashpoint) are ghosts with human-Bruce-dad. And Lost Boys Fly by hauntedlittledoll, it’s completed and just really well done.)

Imagine a Gotham where the laws of reality are just a bit thinner than usual - where magic and the supernatural bleed into everyday life due to a combination of natural geography and concentrated human misery. On top of all the mundane evils of the world, Gotham deals with demons and satanic cults and the like.

Also, ghosts. Lots and lots of ghosts. Usually victims of murders or suicides. Ghosts aren’t super common even in Gotham, but they’re near unheard of outside the city (in America, at least - I doubt Gotham is truly unique in this AU).

Most ghosts are short-lived echoes that disappear within a day or two. Some linger for longer - weeks, months, years, even decades by some accounts. The amount of time a ghost remains is directly proportional to how self-aware and powerful (read: dangerous) they are. 

And in modern Gotham, there’s an urban legend that at least one ghost has been stalking the city’s streets for centuries.

Miscellaneous world building:

The Manor was gifted to the Pennyworths rather than the Kanes when the Waynes died, which means Alfred owns the estate in modern-day. He had no idea that his dad left him a house frequented by (a) ghost(s), but he’s grown very (disturbingly) used to the company.

People that like Kate Kane: she exists in this AU! Just because the Waynes died out ages ago doesn’t mean the Kanes aren’t still around. In fact, Gotham probably relies on Kane Enterprises instead of Wayne Industries. (But Kate keeps her personal background and has a working relationship with her “cousin”)

One of Bruce’s self-appointed jobs is to help other ghosts move on as fast as possible and to deal with the already-crazy ones. This involves a lot of reaching out to surviving family members and haunting the shit out of a lot of murderers.

Also a lot of haunting the GCPD and its detectives’ homes. (Gordon did not sign up for this shit, he should have just stayed in Chicago where all the dead people stay dead.

At least half of the Batkids are ghosts that refused to move on even after meeting Bruce. The other half are vigilantes he insists on haunting watching over.

Dick died in the same fall as his parents. (Age 12)

Barbara is alive and dealing with these dead assholes for some reason.

Jason died on the streets of exposure. (Age tbd, either 10 or 14-15)

Tim, Stephanie and Cass I’m undecided on (though Stephanie would have died of torture at Age 16 and Tim would have died of something no immediately visible that still left his shirt soaked in blood, Age tbd) 

I have no idea how to write Damian into this AU, haha oops

Bruce is quite possibly the oldest-known sane ghost. No one know why he’s the exception to the general crazy-in-a-year rule - people that know him assume he’s just too stubborn to go off the deep-end

The other dead batkids end up the next-oldest ghosts - the stubbornness is contagious?

This universe’s Ra’s would probably be interested to know what makes Bruce tick

Yes, the ghosts look the age they died at, though they can change their appearances with some will and imagination

If they’re particularly stressed or not paying attention, they look exactly the way they died - fatal wounds included

For obvious reasons (cough Bruce’s eternal eight-year-old babyface cough), they almost never show their faces. Dick in particular is fond of the disembodied voice trick when he wants to make his presence known.

Ghost powers! The older the ghost, the more they can do. Powers may include moving objects nearby and at a distance, moving through walls, disappearing and reappearing anywhere within one’s preferred haunts, localized illusions (more like hallucinations really), manipulation of emotions, manipulation of temperature (mainly making things colder), fucking with electromagnetic equipment and possession.

Possession is the hardest, and Jason tends to use it most often; Bruce almost never uses it

Weaknesses are the old favorites: salt, iron and holy ground.

Note: the salt must be unrefined with no additives; common table salt only works on younger ghosts. Iron doesn’t stop teleportation and only works if you swing directly at a ghost’s projected form. And desecrated holy ground (made by harming an innocent on former holy ground) is fair game.

Crucifixes do absolutely nothing! Nor does holy water! Getting your local priest to bless some salt doesn’t help either. (Gotham criminals still try all of these, though)

When Bruce joins the Justice League, Hal refuses to believe it and mocks the fuck out of “Casper” in that first meeting. He then spends the next month haunted by his “coworker.” And thus begins a beautiful friendship!

#batman #batman au #au #ghost au #batfam #bruce wayne #cameos by #kate kane #hal jordan #making AUs is fun #did I mention how this is basically the dead children au #none of the main ghost cast are adults #fun! #I forgot to finish Tim's death smh at myself

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

If You Ever Want To Join Me - fic

Characters: Dick Grayson, Koriand’r, Damian Wayen Pairing: past/implied dickkory Summary: Nostalgia. Family. What-ifs. In another life, right? A/N: Inspired by/title from: ‘Dancing In The Dark’ by Imagine Dragons. This is such a dickkory song, like heck. If I had to chose Damian’s parents, I’d 400% choose Dick and Kory, whether they’re romantically involved or not. 

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Climbing into windows was a bad habit, one he couldn’t ever break, not even at Titans Tower.

He came as soon as he heard. As soon as Kory called. Big, bad Damian Wayne was sick. Had to be carried home from a mission like a wounded puppy, because he’d passed out midfight.

And he was probably overreacting. Lord knew his phone was full of messages from Jason, Tim and Steph all saying as much. That he’d gone into ‘dad mode’ and they were wondering if he was going to try to fight this flu bug the same way he’d fight Deathstroke.

Har har. They were all so hilarious.

Still – it was an accident, when he found himself climbing through the window, when he could have – and really should have – used the front door. Or at least rang and said he was there.

But it was too little too late, as he dropped to the floor of the living room. Damian was curled up on the sprawling sofa, a little, shivering, blanketed lump in the corner, head resting on a pile of pillows, his feet shoved against the side of the armrest. He wasn’t in uniform, as far as Dick could tell, but maybe a set of pajamas. A box of tissues sat on the cushion next to his face, a mug of steaming tea on the table in front of him.

Kory was standing over him, one hand carefully stroking his hair, the other reading a thermometer. She too was in civilian clothes. Leggings and a sweatshirt. Comfortable to relax in, but also appropriate, in case she had to jump up and run to the store for cough medicine at a moment’s notice.

She’d jumped when Dick landed, starbolts already lighting up her hands, as she instantly prepared to protect Damian and their home at all costs. He held his hands up in surrender immediately, smiling as realization dawned on her face.

“Oh!” She exclaimed. The buzzing electricity of her power died down, exposing quiet music from the stereo across the room playing. Kory’s choice, if he had to guess. Nostalgic pop songs didn’t seem to be Damian’s style. “Dick, I’m sorry, you didn’t have to come.” At this, Dick watched as Damian’s tired eyes cracked open. “I only called to let you know…”

“I know. But I wanted to come by anyway. Just to make sure he really is okay.” Dick chuckled. Damian rolled his eyes, curling tighter into his blanket.

“It really is just a cold.” Kory explained again, as Dick came forward. “He passed out on patrol from exhaustion, it turned out. Not directly due to his illness, but I’m sure his weakened immune system played a part.”

“Of course.” Dick snorted, sitting on the sofa next to Damian’s head. Damian still didn’t say anything. Seemed about to try to roll over, but was too tired, so settled for looking pointedly away from his brother. Dick just laughed, and ran his hand over Damian’s hair. “You aren’t a real Bat until you almost kill yourself for the cause, right? Sleep is for the weak, or whatever.”

Damian scoffed.

“Aw, let me play big brother, just this once.” Dick whined. Damian rolled his eyes, but didn’t fight it when Dick reached down to fix his blanket. Let his eyes droop closed when Dick went back to stroking his hair. “Get some sleep, Damian.”

Silence lingered after that, with both Dick and Kory watching as Damian did just that. They both stared as he settled deeper into the sofa cushions, pushed a little against his pillow mound, in a halfhearted attempt to get closer to Dick. Listened as his watery breathing slowly evened out in his slumber.

“…Have I mentioned how much I appreciate how much you love him?” Dick whispered with a wistful smile, gazing lovingly down at Damian’s face.

“You don’t need to.” Kory supplied.

“But I want to.” Dick glanced up at her. “Thank you.”

“…You’re welcome.” Kory sighed incredulously, though with an amused smile. She slowly perched herself on the sofa’s arms, peeking at Dick’s fingers as they carded through Damian’s hair.

“And, of course…I didn’t just come here to see Damian.” Dick hummed pleasantly. Kory looked up at his face. He was looking at her now. “I came to see you, too.”

“Oh?”

“I know. Shocking, right?” Dick laughed, though it was clearly self-depreciating. “But I did. I haven’t seen you in ages. Wanted to catch up.”

“That’s…kind of you.” Kory grinned. “I…suppose I feel a little guilty now, then.”

“Why?”

“Damian has offered to let me accompany me back to Gotham to see you. He knows how important we…” She hesitated, and Dick knew why. “…once were to each other. But I always turned him down.”

“I don’t blame you. Besides, I’ve been in and out of Gotham so much lately, I probably wouldn’t have been there anyway.” Dick soothed. “How’s leading the Titans going?”

“Good.” Kory nodded. “Though if you asked Damian, he’d say he was the leader. And we let him believe that to appease him.” She paused. “Though I have no doubt one day he will be the leader, and he’ll be wonderful at it. Just as you and Tim were.”

“Ha, don’t tell him that, he’ll throw a fit.” Dick shook his head. “…They anything like us back in the day?”

“Only in bad jokes.” Kory laughed. Then frowned almost immediately. “There seems to be much less…camaraderie among them. They’re much more serious. And I’m not just talking about Damian.”

“Well, they live in a much more serious world than we did, unfortunately.” Dick sighed, letting his hand still on the side of Damian’s head. “And less camaraderie? What do you mean, they’re not all dating each other like we were?”

Kory laughed again. “No, no, I mean…I mean they all keep their hearts so closed. They’re attempting to befriend each other, but are so scared of the outcomes.”

“Yeah, well. I guess I don’t blame them.” Dick looked down at Damian. His hand had crept out of his blanket now, and past his hill of pillows. It’d found a rare loose spot of Dick’s uniform, and was clinging to it, like a toddler would a favorite toy. “They’ve all been hurt pretty bad. It’s hard to open your heart back up after some of the things they��ve been through already.”

“I know.” Kory agreed. She reached down, and pulled Damian’s blanket tighter around him. “That’s why I stay – to show them that it is possible to love again. And there is no greater team to restart with, than this one right here.”

Dick glanced up at her, eyes near adoring, and she couldn’t keep the gaze. “Kory, have I ever mentioned how much none of us deserve you?”

“Oh, stop.” Kory laughed. Her smile remained, but morphed slightly. From humour into…almost motherly, as she carefully ran her hand across Damian’s shoulder.

“I’m serious. You’re way too good for any of us.” Dick pushed in jest. Kory just shook her head, focused on Damian for just a moment. And as she watched Damian, Dick watched her, but let his mind wander, just slightly. Tuned into the radio just as the DJ switched songs – and snorted. “Oh man, really? Of all the songs, they play this one?”

Kory blinked and looked up. “Hm?”

“This song. Our song, from back in the day.” Dick laughed, sitting back against the cushions. “We’d dance to it when I would sneak into your room. Listen to it while we fell asleep. Or when we would start to-”

“Richard!” Kory cut off sternly, though laughed as she did so. “Sleeping or not, there is a child in this room, and he does not need to hear about such things!”

“Oh, now you’re modest about it?” Dick laughed harder, relishing the slight blush in Kory’s cheeks. She waved him off, rolling her eyes in the process. Dick let his chuckles die down slightly, staring at her all the while. “…When was the last time you danced to it?”

Kory seemed to think, glancing over at the stereo, like it would create a hologram of days gone by. “…Not since you, I suppose.” She sighed, looking back. “You?”

“I can’t even remember, so probably not since then either.” Dick paused, looked down at Damian, then back up at Kory. At the beautiful picture she created, just sitting there, and – god, how much he missed those good old days. “…Want to dance to it now?”

She blinked again, and almost looked alarmed. “With you?”

“Well sure as hell not with Damian, he’s unconscious.” Dick joked.

And lucky for him, Kory laughed, slowly shifting to get to her feet. “…I’d like nothing more.”

Dick took her hand, holding it even as she stood, only releasing it to fall into position. Her hands on his shoulders, his on her waist. It was a closeness that they shouldn’t share, not after their history, and what they were supposed to be to each other now, but could never stay away from, no matter how hard they tried.

(And they, of course, admittedly, might not have tried as hard as they should have.)

But still, the emotions were immediate, as they fell into position, because it felt so natural. Because it felt so right. Because it was all either of them wanted, even though the universe always got in the way.

Kory could feel her heartbeat speeding up, could feel Dick’s under her fingers. And he was instantly looking at her with that way of his – like she was the whole world, and the only thing that mattered.

(But he looks at everyone like that, she had to remind herself. He looks at Bruce and Tim and Donna and Damian like that.)

But. Still.

She doesn’t know who made the first move, or what counted as it. He smiled, soft and warm and safe. She gently shifted her hands to carefully run her thumb along his throat. He swallowed, and his fingers flexed.

The song continued to play. Their song.

It was simultaneous. He pulled her forward just as she tugged at him. His arms enveloped her waist as she wrapped hers around his shoulders, leaning her head down to press her face along his neck.

And he hesitated here – barely, but enough for her to notice – before leaning down himself. Letting his breath wash across her check before he kissed it tenderly, and hid his face in the curls of her hair.

“I miss you, you know.” Dick whispered gently. “Every day.”

“And I miss you, as well.” Kory hummed in return, closing her eyes. She felt a lump in her own throat, and found herself digging her nails into Dick’s shoulders. “And I…still love you, too.”

Dick didn’t respond. She didn’t expect him to.

“I know I shouldn’t. I know we’re done.” She said instantly. She missed the faint shake of Dick’s head. “But I just. I never stopped loving you. I don’t know how.”

He squeezed her, hard, shifting to press another kiss against her face. Lingered there this time, as they continued to sway to the music.

“I’m sorry.” She murmured. “I’m so sorry, Richard.”

“Don’t be.” Then he chuckled, and leaned his forehead against her temple. “And don’t act like I don’t still love you too.”

And despite it all, she still smiled. She knew he probably didn’t mean romantically. In truth, maybe she didn’t either. Their love transcended that, transcended all labels humanity could come up with.

“It’s just…life, I guess.” Dick sighed, and he sounded sad. “Never the right moment, never the right place, blah blah blah…”

She laughed herself as she finally pulled back, just slightly. Just enough to look at him and his deep ocean eyes. “Another lifetime, perhaps.”

Dick grinned, bright and carefree, just like she liked it. “Wait for me there?”

And as the song began its final bars, Dick released his grip on her, only to hold her face, lean up and kiss her forehead, even as she proudly responded: “Always.”

The song ended, and while the request to dance to another tune was on Dick’s tongue, they were interrupted by none other than the reason they were brought together tonight. The one they both cared for, as if they were his father and mother.

(In that other life, perhaps.)

“You two are disgusting.”

They both blinked and looked over. Damian had apparently woken back up during their nostalgia. Was staring sleepily at them, with a grumpiness reserved only for toddlers.

“Aw,” Dick cooed, even as Kory laughed. They broke apart, and Kory watched as Dick leapt back to his brother’s side. Ran his fingers through his hair. “But you love us.”

“Hardly.” Damian whined, even as Dick plopped onto the floor next to him, grabbed that hot tea to offer him. Kory silently went around him, taking her perch behind Damian’s mountain of pillows, and throwing her arm across the back of the sofa. “You’re both nuisances, if nothing else.”

“Mhm. Sure.” Dick laughed, pressing a kiss to Damian’s nose after he refused his drink. “Go back to sleep, kiddo.”

Damian’s lips twisted, in an instant of worry, and perhaps a little childish fear. “…Are you two going to remain?”

“What, you think we’d just leave you here?” Dick grinned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, small one.” Kory added, gently rubbing Damian’s shoulder, even as Dick fixed his blanket. Damian instantly closed his eyes again, obviously once more feeling secure, though he’d never admit it. Kory hummed a laugh and glanced up. She and Dick’s eyes met, and instantly, they smiled. Secretly, almost knowingly, as Dick silently put his hand over the one Kory still had on Damian’s shoulder. “Now go back to sleep, Damian.”

Yeah. In another life. One worlds and universes and galaxies away.

#dickkory #dick grayson #koriand'r #Damian Wayne