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To Kill The King Upon His Throne - Vampire Nightwing x Reader - DC Vs. Vampires Fanfiction - CHAPTER TWO

Rating: Mature

Content Warnings: Violence, character deaths, blood drinking, gore, blood, hunting (of humans), manipulation, discussion of past trauma and past character deaths, and use of sedative.

SPOILER WARNING:: Spoilers for all of DC vs. Vampires, but especially spoilers for Issue #6 - #10.

Both your movements were perfectly timed with the music in the background. He was a very skilled dancer, though this came as no surprise to you. You were by no means an expert in ballroom dancing, but you were not exactly clueless either. You had taken lessons in ballroom dancing years back, and while you had not continued with it and while it had never progressed past a simple hobby, you had learned a thing or two. Enough that you were able to keep up with his steps and movements. The gentle touch of his hand on the small of your back helped to guide you as well. You had been dancing for a couple minutes now, and yet time seemed much slower than that. It felt as though you had been dancing for an eternity. It was his eyes, you thought. Something in them… they made it feel as though you two were the only things that existed in the world, and it messed with your sense of reality. Sense of time. Sense of being. You tried to avoid looking into them for too long, switching your gaze between the floor and his eyes. You didn’t want him to be suspicious of you, so you knew you could not avoid his eyes entirely, but you could also not stand the dizzying effect those dazzling eyes held, so you had no choice but to try and divide your gaze evenly between the floor and him, and you just tried to focus on not losing yourself in his eyes. It was a trick, you thought. Or some sort of magic. Something was messing with your head. You weren’t sure what but all you had to do was ensure that you didn’t stare into them for too long. Just keep focusing on diverting your attention…

“You needn’t be so nervous,” he said to you with a chuckle. It seemed that your shifting focus had not gone unnoticed. However, from the amusement in his voice, it appeared that he did not think it was due to any attempts to avoid his… sorcery. No… he seemed to really believe it was nerves. “I understand why you might be, but really, there isn’t any need for it. Forget my title for a moment. Let us just be… two people enjoying each other’s company, shall we?” he asked you, and you decided to play to his ego. You offered him a shy smile and averted your gaze to the floor once more.

“That is most humble of you to say, my Lord, but such things are not so easily forgotten,” you responded. You nearly gagged forcing the words out of your mouth, but if you were going to try and ensnare this man, you knew that honey would be more effective than vinegar. Plus… everything about him screamed both drama and ego, so you were fairly positive that flattery would be an effective tactic here. Your words drew out a chuckle from him, and you would yourself involuntarily blushing. His laugh… it was a sweet sound. A charming one, even.

“No, I suppose they are not,” he laughed. He then flashed you that captivating smile once again. “But it is hardly fun to dance with one who will not stop averting my gaze. Don’t make me think I chose the wrong dance partner,” he told you with a wink, and a question bubbled to your mind.

“Why… why did you ask me to dance with you? I mean, there are plenty of other people here. Many of whom I am sure would love the chance to dance with you. So, why chose me?” you asked him, and he considered this for a moment before speaking.

“Well… if I am being honest… I chose to dance with you because I wanted a chance to talk,” he told you, and you raised your eyebrow at this.

“Talk, my Lord? About what?” you questioned. You shivered a little when he leaned in close to your ear to whisper his response.

“About why you are here, especially considering I’m fairly certain you don’t exactly belong here, do you?” he purred, and you froze. You could not keep a small whimper from passing through your lips.

“I… I’m not sure what you mean,” was all you could think to respond, and you cursed yourself for it. How did he know? Had… had you missed something? Was there some tell that you had failed to cover up? Some sign that you had missed that would give you away? Could he read your mind? No, that didn’t seem likely. If he could, why bother with asking you to dance? Why bother talking with you at all? So… what was it? It couldn’t be the scent thing, because then everyone would have noticed the moment you walked into the room. You hadn’t been cut on anything. Even if you hadn’t noticed the cut, all the vampires in the room certainly would have, and everyone would have known. But… but then what could it be?

“It was rather easy to tell, though I suppose there was no way for you to know that. I imagine you would have thought it would be easy to blend in. What, with the invitations bearing no name and all that,” he began, and you felt dread beginning to fill you. He pointed then to a woman standing in the corner of the room. She was dressed in a flowing crimson and gold gown and had a tiara on her head. You gasped when you recognized her. Wonder Woman. Formally of the Justice League… and now, it seemed, a victim of the vampire curse. “Diana is one of my closest confidants and my head of security. She is the one who assists with most of these events, though, I swear, she enjoys these things more than I do,” he told you with a chuckle, and you wondered if this introduction to her was a thinly veiled threat. “A number of the people here tonight are my close companions. People who have helped me with… well… my success. I am quite close with all of them. I owe them so much, so it is only natural I be close with them. As for the others… while the invitations do not bear any names upon them… I do happen to know exactly who is going to be coming to these events. It is a very exclusive venue, after all. So… though I might not be friends with everyone here, I do know most of the faces as they are regulars… or people I have selected or approved to be here tonight. You… on the other hand…” he said before brushing a hand along the side of your face, “you are not someone I recognize. I don’t remember selecting you, nor do I remember any of my companions asking me to extend an invitation to you. So… that must mean that you somehow obtained an invitation without my permission and got in here tonight,” he explained, and you swallowed hard.

You remembered the vampire whose invitation you had stolen. You remembered how he had been bragging to his friend about being invited. You remembered him telling you that only certain people had been invited to attend the masquerade balls and that the invitations were very exclusive. You had known all of this. But he had also told you that no one knew why in particular people were chosen and that no one was sure exactly how the selection process was done. So… so you’d had no way to know that when he said it was exclusive, he meant really, really, exclusive. Handpicked or approved by the Vampire King himself level exclusive. And you had walked right in there, thinking that holding the invitation itself would be enough to waive any suspicion regarding your position at the ball. You hadn’t even entertained the possibility that perhaps the invitations were sent to those chosen specifically by the King and his inner circle.

“I wasn’t sure why you would do such a thing. After all, what was there to gain from crashing my party?” his voice broke the silence and you winced at the sound of it. “You could have simply been looking for some way to spend your time. A party to attend. But this is hardly the easiest place to get into, and even if you overheard how lavish the parties are… is it really worth the risk? So, simple entertainment is likely out of the question. What then? What would possibly be motive enough for you to risk being caught breaking into a party hosted by the Vampire King himself?” he posed, and you swore you could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your chest. You waited for him to continue speaking and surely enough, he did. “I pondered this from the moment you walked in. And then it hit me. Why would someone sneak into this party? Simple. Networking,” he explained, and you could have wept at this. He thought you were networking! Thought you were here to mingle and rub elbows with the inner circle of the Vampire King! Oh, well, that was a relief! “I know many here only attend these events either to avoid risking upsetting the royalty, or to network, with the majority being part of the latter, so I suppose I should not be surprised. Still though… you are the first to actually steal an invitation. I must admit, I am impressed,” he told you with a chuckle, and you sighed. You tried to make it sound like a sigh of disappointment.

“I apologize, my King. I meant no disrespect. I merely heard on the streets that this venue was one where a vampire could come to…” you tried to recall what the vampire whose invitation you had taken had told his associate about the party and how it could improve social status, and then stole his words, “to help them raise in terms of their power and status. So… yes… I did take the invitation. As I said, I did not mean to offend you. I merely… it is… it is difficult for a vampire out there when one has no status or power to their name. I thought that, by coming here, perhaps I could… turn things around,” you lied, putting on the best performance you could. It seemed to work, and though your explanation had not drawn any sympathy from him, he didn’t appear as though he was going to kill you either. Instead, he just let out a deep sigh.

“I suppose I should have expected that,” he said, and you raised your eyebrow at this.

“Pardon?” you asked, unsure why that would have been the case. You weren’t sure what you’d expected but… you didn’t expect his face to suddenly fall, and his hands to tremble.

“You are the first to sneak into the party in order to try and gain power and status, and I give you credit for that because… well… not everyone would have the guts to pull off, or attempt to pull off such a little stunt. But you are hardly the first to attend these events because of it. In fact… as I said… most people here are only here for that reason. It isn’t only that though. Most people in my life now are only around me because they think it will benefit them in some way. There are a few who are close to me because… well, they wish to be… most are only around me because of the power and perks of being associated closely with the Vampire King,” he told you, and the way he spoke… it betrayed his anger and sadness at the reality of the nature of his relationships. “Everyone has something they want from me. Whether it is protection, wealth, status, or power. Access to more… interesting hunting grounds or just freedom to be a bit more chaotic than the rules would typically allow for. Even those here out of loyalty are only loyal to me because I am their king. They don’t care about the person behind the title – only the title,” he continued on. You looked down.

“It… it must be lonely,” you whispered. You understood that loneliness. You were doing fine on your own. You knew that. You were a good hunter. A great one, even. You were surviving but… you weren’t living. You missed companionship. You hadn’t realized how much until you had heard him speaking but… you did miss it. And you could he did too. Not only from his words… but from the far-off look in those dazzling eyes of his.

“It is. More than you could know,” he softly spoke. “But… it is a pain I’m used to; I suppose. It wasn’t as though this didn’t happen before,” he grumbled, and you tilted your head at this.

It occurred to you then that, despite the time you had put into getting to this moment… despite the dedication you had had for taking down the Vampire King… you actually knew very little about him. You had no idea who he was, as you’d only really heard about him in whispers. You assumed from him calling Wonder Woman “Diana” that he must have been close – or at least somewhat close – to the Justice League, but… who was he? The mask certainly wasn’t helping either, as you could not make out any distinct facial features that could clue you in to who he was. Luckily, you didn’t have to play detective to figure it out, as he was apparently more than willing to share.

“I used to be a hero. Not a superhero… just… a… a hero. I guess. I worked with one of the Justice League members. He took me in when I was young… raised me to be his apprentice. He was… strict. Really strict. I always used to think it was because he wanted me to be safe. Because he wanted me to be protected when I was out on patrol… but now I wonder sometimes if it was because he just wanted to ensure I was his perfect copy. Able to do all the things he was… cause if I was going to be his legacy… then I’d better be a good one, right? Sometimes I think that is all he wanted from me. Just… a legacy,” he shared. You frowned.

“You said he took you in when you were young though. He… he must have cared if he did something like that, right?” you countered, and he laughed sadly.

“You’d think so… but here’s the thing: he gave me a roof over my head, food to eat, and a bed to sleep in, but never actually adopted me. I was nine when… when my parents died…” he began, pausing for a moment. His voice cracked slightly when he mentioned the death of his parents. He did not cry though. No tears fell from those bewitching eyes, and you knew it wasn’t because he couldn’t cry. He forced back the tears, you knew, with all the expertise of someone who had been doing it for tears. Someone who had taught themselves since they were young not to show any fears… or sadness… or emotions. “They were good people, my parents. Loving people. They died in an accident. I was there. Saw the whole thing,” he continued on, and your heart broke for him. You couldn’t imagine what that was like. Someone so young… seeing their parents die…

“I… I’m so sorry,” you quietly interrupted, and he nodded in appreciation.

“It was a long time ago. I… I was devasted. Still am. Then Br… then he came into my life. Offered me a place to stay. A home… which began to feel more like a training camp,” he continued on. He paused again, and then resumed, “I fear I’m painting too cruel a picture of him. He wasn’t a bad man. At least, not to me. Not really. He was simply… cold. He didn’t know how to… be there for a child. He knew how to take care of a child, but not be there for one. Not love them or comfort them. I think it was because he never really had that. He lost his parents when he was young, you see. And I wonder often if that is why he took me in. Because he was something in me that reminded him of himself. That makes it worse though… because it means that he always expected me to be him. Not only in our roles as heroes but also when it came to the sort of man I became,” he shared with you, and during this entire part of his tale, his eyes never left the ground as you two danced. “When I was his apprentice… everyone only saw me as that. His “sidekick”. That was all I was. I had a role to play, and I learned to play it well. And it was an important one. I helped people. Saved people. But… at the same time… I was so young. Just a kid, you know? I never got a childhood. Just the cape and the crusade. It was only when I got older that I even knew to mourn it. And… I did. But I couldn’t exactly quit. Not only because I knew it would disappoint him but… because the life was all I knew,” he told you in a hushed voice.

“I…” you started to say, but you weren’t sure what to respond to that. After a moment, you decided to say nothing and just let him continue.

“I left the name behind. The one he gave me when I was his apprentice. I took up a new one. Thought that would change things. But… it didn’t. People just saw me as that. Expected that hero instead of the other one. But still expected a hero. I wasn’t allowed breaks. Wasn’t allowed to make mistakes because people depended on me. I would go out with people cheering for me as I swung by from roof to roof, and I’d wave, and they’d yell in support for me. Then I’d go home and… I would be alone. Entirely alone. So many people out there, supporting the title but… not me. No one knew me. I was so alone. The man who had taken me in… he took in another boy… and then… that boy died…” he explained, and you drew in a sharp breath.

“I… my gosh…” you breathed, and he nodded.

“The man who took us both in took it really hard. Got… cold. Closed himself off. I… I… he was hurting. He blamed himself. I get that but… he… I needed… I was hurting too. I lost a brother when the boy died. And… and no one was there to comfort me. I had to comfort him. And I get it, like I said but… I just… wanted someone there to hold me while… while I cried, as I did for him. But there was no one. And then another boy came into the picture. Smart kid. The man who took me in took him on as an apprentice… and I was thrown to the wayside. Like a tool that was no longer useful… and I guess that was what I was. What we all were.”

“The boy who died came back a little while later. Well, came back into our lives. He… magic, you know? And you’d think the man would have done everything he could to keep him close after losing him and getting a second chance… but he didn’t. See, the thing that brought the boy back… it… messed with his head. Left him angry and hurting. He… did some things that were very against the rules, and our old man… he pushed the boy away because of it. I never understood that. I was so happy that the boy was back. My brother… who I thought was gone forever… he was back… we had a second chance… and our “father” was just so willing to throw it away. Throw him away. And then his son showed up… biological son this time. There was always such competition between all of us. I sometimes think that… if he’d… if he’d paid more attention to us… or bothered to make us feel like family… then perhaps… perhaps there wouldn’t have been. I think I got the best of it. I was the first… and even though it meant I was jealous of all the others because they were… because slowly over time he paid more attention to them than me… I learned that it was just how he worked. Always focusing on the one who was newest… and then forgetting them. The others… saw me as either something to live up to or this unreachable standard that they were being forced to live up to. The first of the name. It wasn’t like I was perfect… but I think… he just expected we’d each be better than the last, so he pushed us harder and harder… and we resented each other for that because… it was easier than resenting him. And because… he was our father. And we loved him. And we wanted his respect, approval, admiration, and affection. And he did love us, but he was never the best at showing it. And so, most of the others began to assume, I think, it was because he loved the others more… but the truth was he was just as bad at sharing his emotions with any given one of us as he was with the rest.”

“But that didn’t take away the competition. The need. To be the best. Always trying to be the best. Be the most useful and helpful. The best tool in the machine… so you didn’t get thrown out. So… I got used to it. To being… useful. Replaced that with being loved. But it… the hole in your heart… the loneliness… it doesn’t go away. You might tell yourself it does. You might lie to yourself and tell yourself that you are fine with it but… deep down… it kills you. Knowing that all people want from you is your usefulness. What you can do for them, and not who you are. The title and the role are all that matter. Well, that, and what they can get from you due to your title and role. It was like that when I was Robin. It was like that when I was Nightwing. It was like that as Bruce’s… apprentice because I was never really his son. And it is like that now, with my role as the Vampire King all but ensuring that all anyone ever sees me as is a means to an end,” he finished with a long sigh, and your eyes widened.

“You… are Nightwing?!” you gasped out, and he blinked in surprise before laughing.

“Oh, right, I sometimes forget that not everyone knows that Nightwing and the Vampire King are in the same. But yes, I am Nightwing. Or, well, I was Nightwing,” he confessed, and your jaw dropped. The Vampire King was the former protector of Gotham?! Previous sidekick to Batman?! How… how was that even possible? He was a hero! He saved people! The Vampire King wasn’t even anything remotely close to that! He was a monster! He killed people! Hurt people!

“I… never would have guessed that,” was all you could think to reply, and he shrugged at this.

“I suppose it is not the obvious connection. Most people assumed the Vampire King was one of the supervillains of Gotham who had managed to get enough connections to turn the League. I’d probably assume the same if it wasn’t for, well, the obvious,” he replied.

“Could… could I ask you a question?” you queried, and he nodded.

“Of course. Ask whatever you would like to,” he permitted.

“W… why? Why do all of this? I mean… you were… you worked with Batman. And the Justice League. Why… what made you want to do all of this?” you asked him.

“What the hell went so wrong with you that you would think it was a good idea to take over the same world you were supposed to protect?” is what you really meant, but you figured it would be best to phrase it in a manner that was… a bit less direct. After all, you were still pretending to be a vampire, and you suspected that many vampires wouldn’t exactly be of the same mindset you were when it came to his actions. However, you figured that it was a safe enough bet that some of them would be curious about his change of heart, so you viewed asking as a risk you were willing to take. Nightwing hesitated before answering, thinking his answer over. When he was ready, he spoke.

“I… I wanted to change the world. I know it sounds cliché but… I did. Living in Gotham… you see the worst of the worst of humanity. People who do horrible things to others just because they can, or because they are bored. The people in charge don’t care, or worse, work with those people. Corruption is so rampant that honestly… it is hard to see an end to the violence and pain. I… when I became the Vampire King and realized that I could make the other vampires follow my commands, I thought this was finally my chance to try and… reset things. Make a better world. That was the goal, anyhow…” he answered, and you raised an eyebrow at this.

“The goal?” you asked, and he nodded again.

“It is pretty obvious the world isn’t great for both humans and vampires. I… when I started out… that wasn’t the plan. I wanted a world where humans and vampires could co-exist together. But… no one warns you; you know? About the thirst… the hunger. It blinds you. Makes you see people are just… food. Makes you vicious. Bloodthirsty. Power-hungry. Someone… someone better than I would maybe have been able to fight it. Resist it. No, not might have. I know someone who did. He… he’s more or less like the kid I used to know. Granted, he was pretty feral before but… he fights. For justice. For vengeance. For… his family…” The way he spoke led you to believe that whoever he was talking about, it was someone who he had been close to. Someone he had been fond of, even. “But I wasn’t strong enough. I let it corrupt me. I should… I should have been stronger, but I wasn’t, and I failed. I failed and now it is too late to go back. See, power and title don’t equal immunity, and now that I’m seen as this ruthless king… if I go back… they will kill me. Someone will kill me and take my place as ruler of the vampires the moment I show any weakness or any hesitation. And I have no idea if they will be worse than I am. Maybe they won’t. Perhaps they would be better than I am, but perhaps they might be worse. I have no way to tell. But… it is too late for me. Too late for me to change anything. I am damned, and that is the truth,” he confessed, and you saw that look from before. The tired, pained look of one who would be sobbing right now if he hadn’t taught himself so long ago to hide such emotions from the world.

You… you had no idea what to say to this. When you had arrived here, you would have assumed that the man you would be facing, the man you would be trying to take down, would have been a monster. Someone who held no remorse for their actions. Someone who you would hate immediately when speaking with. Someone who was beyond redemption, whose only goals in the world were gaining power and wealth, or who took sick glee in hurting others. You thought he would be like the monsters of fables and stories. Mean, cruel, and nasty. Someone who is insufferable to be around. Someone who, if you weren’t there specifically to kill, you would avoid at all costs. But…

But he wasn’t like that at all.

He was charming, witty, and pleasant to be around. He was sincere and honest. He’d opened up about all of that personal stuff. His past and his insecurities. He was so… in tune with his emotions. He was smart too. He’d figured you out… well… somewhat. He had known pretty quickly that you weren’t supposed to be there, and while he hadn’t figured out exactly what your intentions were, he had come up with a pretty logical reason for you being there. And even though he knew you had stolen an invitation and snuck into the party, he had let you stay. He could have called for his guards to have you escorted out. Could have told everyone that you were not invited to the party in an attempt to single you out. He could have even told them to kill you. But he hadn’t done any of those things, instead choosing to continue dancing with you and talking with you. No, he wasn’t like you pictured at all.

Which made things very complicated when it came to your plan. He had still done so many awful things. He might have started out with good intentions, but he had said it himself: he let the bloodlust and power corrupt him. How many had died because of vampires under his command? But… at the same time… perhaps he didn’t know? Perhaps he wasn’t aware how bad things truly were out that? The man before you didn’t seem like the type who would just overlook all that. When he was talking about wanting a better world, he sounded sincere. Sounded like he really did want that. So, perhaps he really wasn’t as aware of the state of the world as you thought? You knew that Gotham had been chosen as a hunting ground because it was where the Vampire King resided but… perhaps he didn’t know that? Maybe he didn’t know about the blood farms. It was possible his people were lying to him, or at least not telling him the full story about how bad things were in the world for humans. If that was the case…

Then maybe you could work with him. Maybe you didn’t have to kill him. If he was willing to work with you to make a new world – a better world – that worked for both humans and vampires, then maybe there was a way to fix the world without more bloodshed. And there had been so, so much bloodshed. So much loss. So much suffering. But maybe the war didn’t have to end in more of it. Maybe you could convince him there was still a better way. There was still hope. He said that he thought it was too late for himself, but maybe it wasn’t? As long as he still wanted to better the world, which it seems like he did from how he was talking, then perhaps there was hope! A small sliver, perhaps. You weren’t even sure it was there. Maybe you were just seeing something that wasn’t there. Maybe his charm was getting to you more than you cared to admit, no matter how much you told yourself you weren’t falling for it. But… there was a chance, wasn’t there? A chance that he did still want that bright future he had talked about before?

And wasn’t it worth a shot bringing up the idea? You wouldn’t even have to reveal that you were human. At least, not at first. You could tell him you are just passionate about the issue despite being a vampire. Or even tell him you have friends that are human who you want to protect. He did say there were vampires who had fought their thirst and had kept their previous way of life. You could pretend to be one of those vampires. It would be difficult, sure. There was the challenge of having to keep up the appearance of being a vampire, and then the added difficulty of not getting found out by any other vampires in the area. Not only that, but if everyone was drinking blood and you were offered some, you would have to find some way to excuse that. But you could always say you are shy about drinking due to your more human side. You could even make up some tale about having embarrassing drinking habits. There were plenty of ways around it. And yes, it was risky, but so too had been your original plan of trying to kill the Vampire King! There wasn’t really a plan in this situation that didn’t involve some sort of risk. You are living in a world full of vampires! Just existing carried its own set of risks! But some of those risks had to be worth taking, right? Especially if you wanted to change the world. So… maybe… maybe this was one of those risks?

“Ruined the mood, didn’t I?”

His voice startled you back to reality and you blushed deeply. You weren’t sure how long you had been staring off for, but clearly, it was long enough that he had taken notice. You bowed your head in a silent apology.

“Not at all. I just… was not expecting all of that, my King,” you began, before worrying that that might come across the wrong way, so you added a quick, “But I appreciate your honesty, and am honored that you would share such things with me.”

“Well, I appreciate you taking the time to listen. Not many would. Well… they would, but only because I am their king, and even then, they wouldn’t listen. Not really. But thank you for actually hearing me,” he acknowledged, and you found yourself smiling at him. But unlike before, this was a real smile. A fully genuine smile.

“It is my pleasure,” you told him, and you meant it. He smiled at you, but then frowned suddenly.

“The song is nearly over… shame. I did rather enjoy talking with you. It was… unexpected, but lovely all the same,” he said.

“The song is nearly over… he will be going off to dance with someone else or do something else… this is it. It is now or never. Ask him or don’t…” you thought to yourself. You drew in a deep breath for confidence and then spoke.

“My King… if I may... would it be possible for us to meet somewhere more private later on?” you blurted out, and his eyes widened. A mischievous smirk then appeared upon his face.

“My, my! That is rather… forward of you. Not that I don’t enjoy your company, and not that this wasn’t a lovely little chat, and not that you are not lovely yourself. I am very flattered but… well… we hardly know one another,” he responded. You furrowed your brows at this, unsure what he meant. Until a moment later it hit you and you gasped.

“Oh my gosh! I hadn’t meant… that!” you stammered out, and he laughed. “I just… something you said… I wanted to discuss it further. I… I had an idea… and I think maybe… we could help each other out,” you tried to explain, and he snickered.

“You really need to watch your phrasing, darling. It still does sound like you are trying to seduce me,” he informed you, and this earned a groan from you.

“I… that… that is not my intention,” you murmured, and you heard him laugh again.

“Oh, I can tell. I doubt you’d be getting this flustered if it was,” he chuckled, and you were tempted to roll your eyes.

“I really do just want to talk about something,” you assured him, and he smiled softly at you.

“Then talk we shall,” he promised, and you could not help the fluttering of your heart as he said this. You heard the song which was playing previously come to an end, and the room fell silent aside from a few murmurs and whispers. “I have to do something quickly. Public appearances and all that. But I promise, after that, I am all yours,” he whispered to you, and you did not miss the wink he shot your way as he walked off.

The Vampire King – Nightwing – strolled back up to his previous position at the top of the stairs. He was looking down at everyone in the ballroom, and all eyes were on him. A waiter walked up to him and handed him a glass. It looked to be filled with a dark red liquid you could only assume was blood. Nightwing nodded at the waiter, and the man was turning to leave when suddenly, Nightwing placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back. He leaned close and began whispering something. You could not hear what they were saying due to the distance, but you saw the waiter nodding every so often. Eventually, the two finished talking, and then the waiter bowed. He then rushed off into a corridor and you lost sight of him.

“Welcome, everyone! Thank you all for being here today! I’m so happy to see everyone! You all look marvelous!” Nightwing called from the stairs, and the room erupted in applause. “As you know, these galas are very special to me. As your king, it does me a great disservice when I am not able to interact with all of you, and so it brings me so much joy to be able to host these events. To talk with you all. To not only hear your stories and successes, but any complaints which you may wish to voice. After all, a great leader listens. A great leader learns. And I want to be a great leader for you all,” he announced.

“You are!” shouted a random vampire from in the room, and this earned a laugh from a few people. It seemed like a surprised laugh more than anything. Nightwing’s laugh though… that was genuine. It was a laugh of amusement and of one who was clearly flattered, if not a bit flustered too.

“Thank you! Thank you!” he chuckled. He then fell silent, and so did the entire room. “But in all seriousness, I truly do appreciate all of you who came here tonight. You could have been anywhere else, but you chose to be here, and so, I’d like to offer you all a little treat…” he began before snapping his fingers. You saw the figure from earlier walking over to him with an empty wine glass in hand. He handed it to Nightwing before bowing and disappearing once again. “But before then, a toast! A toast to you all! To us! To our success and to our future! I would not be here if it was not for the love, generosity, and support that you have all shown me, so thank you all again!” he cheered, and the entire room erupted once more in applause. Everyone’s eyes were glued to him, and you suspected that, like yourself, many were waiting to see what the aforementioned “treat” was.

You did not have to wait long, for the figure from before re-entered the room and walked over to whisper something to Nightwing, who nodded and motioned a “bring it here”. The figure then clapped, and two other vampires who you did not recognize walked into the room. You heard the sound of echoing footsteps following those two and tilted your head in confusion. What was he planning? What required… what… five people? Five people for one surprise thing? Originally, you had thought that he was planning on serving some special drink or something of the sort, but you didn’t see any glasses in the hands of the other servers. Only Nightwing himself was holding a glass, so that theory was out. So, what was it?

That was when the other two figures entered the room… dragging between them a captive human who was bound at their ankles and wrists. The hostage was openly sobbing and whimpering, with waterfalls of tears streaming down their face. Dried blood was crusting around the ropes that were binding them, and you could tell that it was from a struggle. They’d been trying to fight the restraints. Trying to get out. How long had they been like that? It had to be a considerable length of time for the blood to pool and then dry… you couldn’t even imagine. You could only watch in horror as the sobbing figure was dragged towards Nightwing, who set the glass down on the floor and walked over to them, stroking their hair gently and cooing to try and calm them, as one might do to a frightened puppy. And then…

In a single, swift motion, he plunged a sharp fingernail into their throat.

Blood squirted from the wound like a leak in a dam, all of it seemingly rushing to get free through the newly opened passageway. The hostage’s eyes were wide, and they were trying to scream, but no sound could escape due to the damage to their vocal cords. They were fighting hard against their restraints but to no avail. All it did was open the old wounds on their wrists, allowing blood to flow from there too. you watched them as their life slowly drained from their body with each drop that fell from their wrists or each spurt that gushed from their wounded neck. The sight alone was horrifying and sickening, but that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was the reactions of the others in the room. The crowd of vampires were cheering or licking their lips with hunger and envy clear in their eyes. Some were whispering amongst themselves, asking each other whether they thought the gift was “their own personal blood bag” or whether it would just be a glass of the blood of one of the King’s “blood bags”. One had even turned to you and asked you what your thoughts were, and you forced a smile and told them you were grateful either way for the gift. It made you physically sick to your stomach to say those words, but you had to blend in. Maintain your cover. So, you could say nothing in protest as you watched Night… the Vampire King walk over to the poor bleeding figure and put his wine glass underneath their throat. You held back the urge to vomit as you watched him grip their hair, pull them forward, and position the stream of blood so that it was falling into his glass. You remained silent as the figure’s life left their body, despite rising temptation – no, need – to rush up there to help them. You knew there was nothing you could do now anyways. Even if you could go up there, even if it wouldn’t mean risking your own life and exposing yourself as human, they were gone. You couldn’t help them. Truth was… they were dead the moment they had been brought in here. There was nothing you could have done… and knowing that made it so much worse.

The Vampire King finished filling up his glass, and then he motioned for the guards from before to take the body away. They nodded and did as they were told, and then the Vampire King turned back to the crowd before him.

“Now, I know traditionally you do the toast with the drink, so, I apologize for doing it a little bit in a mixed-up order. But I trust that your treats will more than make up for it!” he exclaimed, and the entire audience was holding their breaths in anticipation. “The blood tonight is supplied by a… hmm… prize I caught on one of my hunts. I’ve been feeding them a rich diet of various juices, meats, and other delicacies that I have been assured will make their blood taste most divine. Now, my treat to all of you is a hunt of the very same!” he explained, and “ohs” and “ahs” filled the room. “The game you will be chasing have been fed the same diet. There are 20 games for your hunting pleasure. Now, I know there are more than 20 of you here, however, we wanted to make it a bit of a competition. But don’t worry! If you do not catch anyone, we have prepared some glasses of this specialty blood for you in the parlor. Now then, I believe your prizes should already be running about the forest behind the property. Please, enjoy your time, and best of luck to all of you!” shouted the Vampire King, and just like that, everyone took off outside, leaving you alone in the ballroom.

You stood there in silence, unable to move. A thousand thoughts or more were racing through your mind, and it felt as though it hurt just to think. You could barely breathe, let alone try and come up with your next move. You knew you had to. You had to figure out something. What were you going to do? You… you’d trusted him? Maybe not fully but… you wanted to believe – no, you let yourself believe – that he wasn’t like the rest of them. He’d been so kind. So… approachable. So… human. You’d let yourself believe that he was better than they were. That he was reasonable. That he could be on your side! That you could work with him and trust him! How could you have let yourself believe that?! You knew what he was! You’d known all along! Sure, you hadn’t known that he was… as evil as he was – no, is. And you… you’d wanted to believe that he was just negligent. That that was his worst crime. Or perhaps that he was good at heart, but had simply, as he said, let himself get swept up into all that happened. But that deep down, he did want to make a difference. He’d told you that before… before he did want that. He’d been a hero, damn it! He was Nightwing! Protector of Gotham and Blüdhaven! You thought that that meant something. Meant there was still some good left in him. That not all of it had been corrupted. You had to hold onto that hope… because without it… you weren’t sure what you would do. You needed to believe that the world could change. That it could get better. That things could improve. Not only for yourself but for everyone you had lost.

They were your reason for fighting. Those you had lost. They were good people, and those were rare to find, now more so than ever. You thought about them. Remembered their faces. Yana and Alexander. Jamie. You thought about the massacre. The image that you would never forget of the carnage in that place invaded your mind, and you fought back tears and sobs which threatened to overwhelm you. You thought about Rose next. Your best friend, whose fate you were still unsure of. Who you hadn’t heard from for months, and who, while all of your soul hoped it wasn’t the case, you could only presume had met the same fate as Yana, Alexander, and Jamie. You thought about your family, who you hadn’t seen in such a long time. Your heart ached when you thought of them. How badly you wanted to return to them. You’d have given anything to go back. But you couldn’t endanger them, so you had to stay away. If it wasn’t for the vampires, you could see them. Visit them. Have your old life back. But in this world, you knew that wasn’t a possibility. In this world, you were alone.

So, you kept fighting for a better world. For yourself. For your future. For the futures of everyone out there like you, who was lost and afraid and alone. For those who had loved and lost. You fought for those like Jamie, who would never have the future they deserved, or any future at all, for those like Rose, who you hoped you would one day see again. And you knew that even if it was only the slightest chance… even if it was a 0.000000001% chance that you could make a change in this world… you knew you’d keep fighting for it. Keep facing impossible odds, over and over again. Because you had to. You couldn’t give up. You wouldn’t.

A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your thought and you jumped, stifling a yelp. You turned to see the Vampire King standing there behind you. He flashed you a smile, and it took everything in you not to slap him right there and then. God, you hated that smile. That smug, cocky, arrogant, traitorous thing that formed from the curving of lips that lied as though it were as easy as breathing to do so. As though it did not weigh on one’s heart to do so, but you suspected that was not an issue for him. For in order for it to weigh upon one’s heart, one would need to have a heart in the first place. Still, you hated it. You hated him. And through this hate, through the memories of those who you were fighting and the reminder of why it was you were here in the first place, came the image of you standing over the Vampire King… a stake clutched in your hands. Dripping red with his blood as his body lies at your feet. And after this image came to mind… you found you had no trouble returning to him a smile of your own.

“I’m sorry. I hadn’t meant to startle you,” he said softly. You shook your head.

“No need to apologize. I was merely lost in my own thoughts,” you replied to him sweetly.

“You are not outside with the others. Is my gift not to your liking?” he questioned.

“Oh! No! It is most generous! Really!” It took everything in you not to vomit while saying this. “It is just that I ate already before I arrived, and thought I hate to waste such wonderful blood, I’m afraid I cannot drink anymore this evening,” you lied without missing a beat, and he seemed to buy it, for he pouted and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“That is a shame! I will have to save you some for later then. Assuming you do still want to chat?” he inquired, and you nodded eagerly.

“I’m very much looking forward to it!” you told him, and it was the truth… but only for very different reasons than when you originally suggested the meeting. He extended his hand to you, waiting for you to take it. Your entire body screamed at you to refuse. To slap it away. But you knew that not accepting would make him suspicious, and while you had managed to talk your way out of suspicion earlier, you didn’t want to push your luck. So, despite your every instinct telling you not to, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you to wherever your destination was.

Your destination, it turns out, was a lavish-looking guest room on the second floor of the building. It contained within it a large bed with lavender sheets and curtains to match. The walls of the room were a deep purple as well, and the carpet was beige. There was what looked to be a writing desk and atop it sat a notebook. The notebook had a lock on it. You raised your eyebrow at this, curious as to why there appeared to be personal items in a guest room. You wondered if someone was perhaps staying there currently but then thought that that could not be the case. After all, why would he bring you to a room someone was already staying in when there had to be plenty of other rooms in the building that were unoccupied? You noticed the book had the initials “J.T.” on them and pondered who the book may belong to.

Your focus was diverted when you heard a soft sound starting to fill the room. The Vampire King had walked over to a dresser on the far side of the room and had turned on an old record player. The sound of sensual piano music began to fill the room and he smiled over at you.

“I’d ask you to dance, but I’d hate to be repetitive,” he joked, and against every instinct, you found yourself giving him a genuine smile. You turned away, inspecting the rest of the room. There did not appear to be any exit or entrance apart from the door you had both entered from. There was a single window, but it was small and not accessible. It was perfect, you thought. The Vampire King had shut the door behind him, meaning that you would know if anyone tried to get in. It also meant that so long as you blocked the door, there was no getting out for him. The room did not have a bathroom or anything attached to it, and while there was a closet, it was hardly going to be useful for him if he was trying to hide or escape. This made things much more convenient for you. Now all you had to do was lure him into a false sense of security, get his guard down, get between him and the door, and then pull out one of the weapons in your coat. You looked back over the closet and noted that while it wasn’t the best hiding spot, it could be a decent place to dispose of the body temporarily. Everyone else was out on their hunt, so it would be a while before anyone even noticed he was gone. There was the staff, sure, but you doubted they would risk interrupting a private conversation. You could kill him, sneak out, and then leave before they even noticed he was dead. Worst case scenario, if one of the staff did see you trying to leave and they asked about him, you could just tell them that he had talked you into joining the hunt and that you were going to head outside to do so, and then you could escape that way. That could work. Your gaze fell back upon the closet, and you noted that the doors did seem to be sturdy. Sturdy enough to hold up a body’s weight? Maybe… if not though, you could always push the dresser or something else in front of it…

And while this thought crossed your mind, while you were trying to troubleshoot how to hide the body of the Vampire King… you felt a sharp pain in your neck.

You whipped around to see the Vampire King standing there with an empty syringe in his hand. Your eyes went wide, and you scrambled to the door, but it was too late. Your legs gave way underneath you and you fell to the ground. You tried to crawl to safety, but your arms failed you as well, becoming putty. Fatigue hit you like a ton of bricks and you found it nearly impossible to keep your eyes open.

“You can come in now!” you heard the Vampire King yell, and you heard the sound of a door opening. You could barely make out the outline of two guards as they walked into the room. “Take this one to the dungeon, would you? I think we have some matters that need to be discussed…” he instructed, and you felt them lifting you up. You struggled against them, but your energy was rapidly fading and with every movement, you could feel yourself falling closer to sleep. You heard the Vampire King sigh as he brushed some hair out of your face.

“Such a shame. I really did think we had such a great thing going there earlier. But I suppose it was too good to be true, wasn’t it?” he pouted. You tried and failed to snarl at him. “Now then, get some rest, and when you wake up, I think you and I will be having a much-needed chat. There are a few important things we should discuss…” he began, and your eyes drooped closed. The last thing you heard before you slipped into unconsciousness was:

“The first item on the agenda being, of course, your pretty little plan to kill me.”

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batstorm93672 · 2 years

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Wayne Tower a place of business sometimes prone to be attacked for numerous reasons. Bruce, Tim and Damian were walking in. Tim and Bruce cause they work here and Damian cause Alfred was out on a visit and no one else was here to take care of him (He asked to stay home but noooo apparently Bruce thinks it isn't safe and something but whatever)

Damian looked up at the imposing building as the two men walked ahead.

Look at me!

Father told me to not kill anymore

Call it off mother

"Damian, are you okay? Do you need something?" Father looked worried...

"Hm? Forgive me, lost in thought for a second" Damian kept walking entering the building as he followed.

Damian stayed in an empty room as Bruce and Tim did work, simply playing Cheese Viking on his phone.

Call it off

They killed me here

I was killed here

I died here

I- What's going on with me? Get it together it's just a place! It doesn't matter! I'm okay I'm not dead so snap out of it!

I can't- Get out I have to get out! No no I don't want to die again I can't be here!

"Oh hey Dami, Bruce set you in here? Don't mind me, I'm just taking a break from a meeting a-- Hey... you okay there?"

"I'm fine Drake, do as you please just let me play in peace"

Need to get out

I'm going to die!

Call if off already!

Call if off I beg of you!

I need to get out of here!

"Damian, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing! Nothing is wrong Drake!"

Tim's voice grew softer "Damian, it's okay you can tell me. I'm not going to judge you or anything, promise"

Damian looked at Tim "I- Can't breath" Tim looked around until his face lit up in understanding "You don't feel safe here, do you?" Damian gave a small shake of his head looking Tim in the eyes before looking down in shame. "That's okay, come on I'll tell B that and I'll watch over you in the Manor" "What about your work?" "Don't worry, this is a good way to get out of work anyways. The meeting was boring as hell" Tim grabbed Damian's hand and lifted him up carefully "Let's get going, we can play some video games" "Okay. That sounds fun"

#damian wayne #damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it #tim drake #bruce wayne #mentioned alfred pennyworth #tw minor panic attack

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oncillabrigade · 5 days

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Consider:

The Bats all have personalized ring tones for one another, but everyone has both a civilian and a Bat ring tone. The civilian ones are chaos, with everyone choosing whatever they want for their various family members and friends. BUT! Everyone has a single Bat tone that all other team members use for them.

The catch? Bruce forbid them from choosing their own Bat ring tones because he proposed this plan back in Dick's Robin days and he IMMEDIATELY picked "Toxic." The choice was not well received.

Bruce: Dick, I will not be alerted to the fact that you're in danger by some Britney Spears song.

Dick: First of all, it is not some Britney song, it is the Britney song. That song finally won her a Grammy.

Bruce: *sighs*

Dick: Second of all, it won't tell you when I'm in danger... it'll tell you when Robin is.

Bruce:

Bruce: I'm taking the Walkman out of the Robin kit.

Dick: *offended gasp*

(Yes, Dick is old enough for a Walkman. No, you will not change my mind. Yes, the Tim-and-on siblings all find that hilarious. Yes, Jason has to be VERY careful not to mention that he borrowed that Walkman for years because he was uncomfortable taking expensive electronics out and about with him.)

Anyway!

Dick then proposes a slew of other songs for the whole team to use, all of which are pop culture references, e.g. the Scrubs theme because they're not Superman and also they're a dysfunctional family of coworkers; the theme from the Godfather because "let's be honest, B, we are basically our own mafia"; "Where is My Mind" by the Pixies because lol identity shenanigans, etc. The list is endless. Bruce spends weeks groaning every time his son texts him.

Eventually, they compromise on the version of "The Entertainer" from The Sting because they're hiding in plain sight to enact a mission defending good people in a hard world. Bruce, Dick, and Alfred are all so pleased with this that they each take a different section of the song as their ring tone.

Then Barbara becomes Batgirl, so she gets a section... and then Jason becomes Robin and gets one, too... and then Tim, then Steph, and then Cass is taken in, and... uh oh. That's a lot of people for one song.

But it's family tradition! They can't stop now. That would be so unfair to the new kids, B!

So they start using alternate arrangements of the song. Bruce has mellowed slightly on the "no choosing your own" thing. As long as it's a version of "The Entertainer" (within reason) he'll allow it.

Tim retroactively changes his ring tone to a weird groove-ska arrangement Bart randomly sent him on YouTube because have you met Tim Drake? Of course he went for hilarious obscurity. (Bruce grits his teeth and approves it after lots of prompting from Dick and Alfred). Steph makes it her mission to find a weirder one (Bruce agrees because he's too tired to deal with accusations of favoritism).

Cass creates her own arrangement on theremin because apparently she knows how to play the theremin. No one is sure why. Upon inquiry, she just says, "spooky noises are fun," but does not elaborate further even when she's asked to do so. A Batgirl's gotta have her secrets—Babs taught her that.

When Jason starts working with his family again, he pays an aspiring music producer within Red Hood's ranks to create a minor key remix of the original Robin II ring tone. His siblings (minus Cass) are VERY jealous he has his own personalized arrangement. Dick, Tim, and Steph end up paying this goon who owns Garage Band to do ones for them, too. Duke does the same when he joins the team.

Meanwhile, in a fit of little brotherly pique, Damian steals Tim's original ring tone. He hopes to rub salt in the Robin replacement wounds. He fails! Tim finds it beyond funny that Damian's ring tone is groove-ska. So Damian quietly pays the amateur producer to make him one that's cooler than Tim's. He pays a ludicrous amount, though, because Steph paid for one cooler than Jason's and Tim paid for one cooler than Steph's.

(Dick wanted one cooler than Jason's too, but he had $63.02 in his bank account at the time and Bruce flat out refused to use the Batbudget on "a super cool ring tone that's better than Jay's." Eventually, Dick just paid himself for an averagely cool one. In installments.)

At this point, the Bats have single-handedly given this fledgling producer enough money to quit being a goon and start an indie music studio. His first customers are mostly superheroes from out of town who like what the Bats have going on and want their own team ring tones. Harley and Ivy get in on that action, too.

Then, as word spreads, every local crook/henchperson with a side band (there are many) flocks to the studio to have their stuff produced by one of their own. Gotham rogues suddenly have an unemployment problem, while the city finds itself with a flourishing indie music scene that puts Metropolis' to shame. The entire state of New Jersey is celebrating the dual victory.

Dick has never been so glad someone doesn't like Britney Spears' magnum opus.

#batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #harley quinn #poison ivy #the bats are all secret goofs and I love them #actually some of them are openly goofs #cough dick grayson cough #he's living his best life #jacey writes

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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From the Outside

Part 1 (you're here) | Part 2 (Coming soon)

Platonic!Yandere Batfam x Neglected Batsib!reader (GN)

Summary: You were living your life as a stranger in the house you were supposed to call home, an outsider in a group of people who were supposed to be your family. So you do your best to keep yourself distracted from your situation and go on with your life. But just how long will you be able to keep on with that?

! Minors Do Not Interact !

Requested by @sol565

TW: Not much in this one, neglect (obviously), loss of relatives, car crash (mentioned), cancer (mentioned), swearing, coming up to Yandereness in the next chapters. I'll try to proofread and edit once I finish the whole thing.

Last night you dreamed of your family again. It was a pleasant dream, one that had you wishing to keep on dreaming even after you were woken up by your alarm. All of you were sitting at the dinner table, enjoying Alfred’s excellent cooking. The room was filled with happiness and joy, the kind of atmosphere that has you reminiscing about that day for ages. In your dream you felt so weightless, Damian was sitting opposite you as he listened to you talk about your day, an anecdote of you leading to laughter filling the room. Your mother ruffled your hair from where she was sitting beside you and as you smiled up to her you felt filled with love. Around the table, the Waynes were actively interested in the conversation and Bruce was asking you a question leading to a cheeky comment from your left side. You knew what was said, but you couldn’t understand the voice. Confused you looked to where your father should be sitting but only a distorted shadow figure looked back at you.

It opened whatever would be most akin to a mouth and a blaring sound echoed out of it. Your eyes flew open as you slapped your bedside table to grab your phone. 7 A.M, time to get up. This dream had been haunting you for a few weeks now, the idyllic family dinner turning into an unpleasant reminder of your situation. At first, you had woken up in a cold sweat and slightly fearful from the end, but by now you had grown very accustomed to it. Just another part of your day to get through.

You accepted to pay the mental price for the opportunity to see your mother again, if only during the nights.

Another look at your phone to check the notifications and you got up and got dressed. Given the time you knew that you still had enough time to join your adopted siblings for breakfast, but even Alfred's amazing pancakes and french toast could to move you into the kitchen. Deciding to just nap something from your friends during lunch break at school, you grabbed your bag and jacket before quickly making your way through the manor. Like almost every morning you silently prayed that you wouldn’t come across anyone on your way to the front door. Eighty per cent of the time you were lucky, fifteen per cent you were just ignored and the other five per cent you found yourself stuck in painfully awkward small talk with the people who lived on the same floor as you. People who were supposed to be your closest friends and confidants. People who weren’t that. People who were more akin to strangers.

Today you were in luck as you managed to slip out of the giant house you hated to call home without having to talk to anyone. Getting onto your scooter, you made your way to the school, enjoying the air in your face through the helmet and the feeling of freedom that only came to you on rare occasions.

The school was still fairly empty when you arrived - as was expected - so you had the honour of walking through the empty halls like you owned the place. A sentiment that some of your schoolmates even believed. You wanted to tell them that you had no need for your Guardians money, no interest in his family’s name or his family’s reputation. Bitter thoughts filled your mind, leaving a taste of anger, of disappointment, of anguish on your tongue. They weren’t helped by what you saw when you stopped in front of the trophy showcase. There were pictures of some of the best former student-athletes that had attended the school, and the most recognizable was a picture that was proudly displayed right on eyesight. It was at a sporting event that had happened some twenty to thirty years earlier, one that was still held bi-annually. The winners of different disciplines were smiling proudly into the camera, arms around each other.

Taking the spotlight was a man that every proud Gothamite would recognize as a young Bruce Wayne on one side, a different boy who people tended to overlook based on his less noticeable features and the lack of fame he had, and in the middle of both of them stood Bruce’s former best friend. Your mother. Your late mother.

She had been a beautiful, stunning, talented woman. Everyone who had ever known her told you that. You tried to take some solace in the fact that they told you how alike the two of you were, both in looks and in personality. It did nothing to quell the underlying pain though, the pain still boiling inside you, pain that over the years had turned into anger. You weren’t angry with your mother, of course, you knew that she had not chosen to fall sick, that she had not chosen to succumb to cancer. She had loved you with all her heart and only ever wanted you to be happy. This is why, when your grandparents died in a shooting shortly after her diagnosis, she put it in her will that after her passing you were to be taken care of by her lifelong friend Bruce Wayne. After all, he already had kids and he was rich, just like she and her parents had been - money and estates that now waited on you to turn 18 to take charge of - and he’d be surely able to give you the life and the love she always wanted you to have.

Sadly, your mother had not known Bruce quite as well as she had believed she did. She had no idea that he spent his nights as the infamous Batman, or that the kids he adopted had been turned into fighting machines - sometimes even killers. She had no idea that he was not the amazing, loving and attentive father figure she had wanted you to have. Not even close.

You suppose he had tried at one point. When you were a young child, grieving the loss of your entire family and everything that you had known, he had taken you in like one of his own and assured you that from then on he’d protect you. Back then you had believed him. After all, your mother had told you so many great things about him, why should she lie. And with elder brothers and sisters, a Butler who made sure you had your favourite foods whenever you felt sad and a man who tried his best to be the father you never had. They did lots of work to spend time with you and to pay attention to you which would ensure you wouldn’t notice their weird habits and absences. But of course that couldn’t work forever. After a few months, you found out about their best (and somehow at the same time worst) kept secret and as you walked through the Batcave by Bruce’s side everything changed. He didn’t directly offer to train you, but he did insinuate that it was an option, though you declined. You couldn’t see yourself hurting others. You wanted to help like your mom had helped, by volunteering, bettering the world peacefully. Bruce had assured you that that was a completely acceptable decision and that it wouldn’t change anything. But he had lied. Perhaps knowingly, perhaps not. Maybe some of both.

Once you were aware of their second life, they didn’t put in the effort to pay enough attention to you to make you unaware of their secret. At first, they still spent time with you, but over time it seemed like you were blending into obscurity like a special bottle of champagne that was planned to be open on a special occasion only. Just that the bottle was usually remembered after the occasion had passed in annoyance. You weren’t. And as you phased out of their minds and into oblivion, you made peace with your place in the family. An outsider, a stranger inside their house, just waiting until the time had come for you to finally live your own life.

Of course, you knew you could have it worse. You had enough money to fulfil every wish you had as long as it was material, always had something to wear, something to eat, and somewhere to sleep. The only thing you didn’t have was love. But especially in Gotham you knew that you got away rather luckily with that, so while you were deeply angry towards the people who had promised to treat you like family, to love you, you also tried to just get on with your life.

It would have been easier if it wasn’t just so hard to look at your so-called siblings as if you didn’t resent them for the way they treated you, compared to one another. Somehow showing any interest in you or attempting to spend any time with you was a chore, but somehow Jason and Cass could have a little book club, Jason and Dick could go out for lunch at a cat-cafe, Steph, Cass and Tim could have Spa-days and all of them could have an occasional movie night together. It wasn’t explicitly stated that you weren’t welcome, but you had seen how they acted when you were with them compared to how they acted when you were hiding behind the door listening in. They seemed so much happier without you. As if your mere presence ruined the mood. So you started rejecting their invitations to join and it only took one of two attempts of them to stop asking completely.

You might have been able to cope better with the obvious dismissal of your existence if it had been because you hadn’t been part of the family when they had forged their close bond, but somehow, even when Damian joined, acting like a complete asshole to everyone around him, they managed to include him and when he warmed up to them he joined their close group.

So your newness surely could not have been that big of an issue right? Even Damian, completely new to the family and surely aggressive towards all of his pseudo siblings, seemed to know you were less than the others since he didn’t even bother to insult you, instead opting to ignore you. Completely. A glance spared, looking you up and down, and he had decided you were not worth it and his opinion seemingly still hadn’t changed. Sure by now you had talked with him a few times, but you could say the same about the fucking mayor of Gotham so you were sure that did not really count.

Sometimes, you lay in your bed at night, wide awake, wondering just why you were worth so much less in their eyes. What you had done wrong. Two answers usually presented themselves before you. Either it was because you weren’t a vigilante, something that you might even have been willing to accept, or it was… you. Just you. And for some reason, that was the answer that seemed more plausible to you. Maybe you were just unpleasant to be around, not fitting enough for their family. Not interesting enough, not Wayne enough.

And so you were cursed to live your life like a ghost in what is supposed to be your home. Going in and out every day, just waiting for the day to come when you could move into the penthouse your grandparents had bought you before they died, which would become your legal property in just a few years. You’d start anew. Maybe one day, after a long time and probably a lot of therapy, you’ll be able to start your own family. One that you’d promise not to fuck up like Bruce had. Until then though, you’d go on like always, spend as little time in that Manor as possible and try to distract yourself from your reality.

You really did spend very little time at the manor. For one, no one in that house cared when you left or when you came back except maybe Alfred, but even he either knew that you could properly use the freedom or he was too busy to care. Probably a mix of both. And along with that, you had started a very active life outside of your family. You had a lot of friends, though you were not ready to call any of them close friends, always knowing about how many of them were after the publicity of your actual and current family name and the money and fame connected to it. But they were nice enough and they distracted you so you didn’t mind. Especially because you used said popularity to help the people in town. You managed to get a lot of your friends to volunteer alongside you in different homeless shelters, though a lot of them tended to post dozens of pictures which made you feel a bit icky about them trying to profit from helping others, but you knew you couldn’t complain because it did help the shelters. The shelters told you so themselves.

Most of your ‘pocket money’ was donated and the rest of the time was spent doing different activities, be it arts, sports, parties or just wasting the day away. You did your best to cram as much into your day-to-day life as you could to keep you from thinking too much. To stop you from thinking too much about how messed up you were now, how you couldn’t even confide in any of your friends, how you didn’t even really manage to call them your friends, because you couldn’t allow yourself to let anyone close to you anymore, because you knew you weren’t worth it, because you knew you’d be disappointed and hurt again.

These dark thoughts were kept inside, slowly eating at you like termites, while on the outside you kept on being the happy-go-lucky Gotham personality that people loved to follow. Though you didn’t post a lot on your own social media, your friends and people around you did, which the public loved for some reason. And so you kept up the act, because what else could you do? Let people know you’re hurting? So they could ridicule you for your rich people's problems? Or keep out of the public eye? And have to face the lonely darkness that was your life? No, you’d rather keep on pretending like you had been for years now. Even if it meant being a piece of entertainment for other people who could turn on you at any second.

The day at school was mostly uneventful, only a short moment of passing by Damian ruined your mood as your classmates did their usual shtick of asking if that wasn’t your brother and you trying to shrug them off, after all, how do you explain that your brother treated you like air not worth breathing? So you changed the topic by announcing that you’d go help out at a local shelter after school and asked if anyone wanted to join. Some excused themselves but a few agreed, which led to a group of five of you coming into the shelter a few hours later after some mandatory selfies so keep your friends placated. There was a bit more traffic inside than usual - a few people definitely not in need of help - which was probably because one of your friends posted your plans on their socials. That was something that you had to begrudgingly accept. You couldn’t afford their anger, so you made a compromise with them that they could post stuff like that, but that they couldn’t post the exact location (which in your opinion was just common sense, but it seemed not a lot of people shared that).

Ignoring the people only there to see you or be near a Wayne, you focused on helping those who needed your help, though aware of the effect you could have on the shelter business, you helped out in the kitchen where people couldn’t see you. You didn’t mind, you liked cooking and you and the fellow kitchen staff had a sort of harmonized rhythm. It even helped you get lost in thoughts that didn’t make you wanna cry, so when you got interrupted in your flow, you almost jumped in shock. One of the organizers had tapped on your shoulder.

“Y/N, there’s a man outside that wants to talk to you,” Marcus told you and nodded towards the door to the front.

“They still haven’t left? I’m really sorry Marc, if you think it’s better if I leave, then I will,” you sighed, annoyed by the turn of events.

“No, it’s not a fan. At least I think, he’s- well, he claims to have something really important to talk to you about. He gave me this to show to you, said it’ll show you he’s serious,” Marcus shrugged and held a picture out to you. It was an old Polaroid of a young couple smiling into the camera. Your breath hitched.

“Is he the guy in the picture?” you asked with a newly found seriousness.

“Yes, at least he looks like it. Is the woman-”

“Yeah, could we use the office? Only if you’re okay with it, of course.”

“Sure, no problem, go ahead, I’ll bring him to you in a minute.”

“Thank you,” you earnestly smiled at Marcus as you made your way to the door that led to the office. You were used to being nervous, but not quite as nervous as you were then. This could change a lot of things, everything if it was what you imagined it to be. You looked at the picture in your hand again before sitting down behind the desk and putting it down on the desk. There were steps behind the door coming closer, so you took a deep breath as you wiped your hands on your pant legs. The door opened and in came a man who looked just like the guy from the Polaroid. He seemed familiar, not just from that snapshot of the past, but something in his face rang a bell in your memories. You mustered him, trying to keep a stern exterior as you didn’t know if this was going to be what you thought it would be.

Marcus gestured the man to sit down on the other side of the desk, before giving you an encouraging nod and closing the door as he left.

“Hello,” you greeted the man, hands intertwined before you on the desk.

“Hello,” he responded alike and you could feel his curiosity burning through you. Had you misinterpreted this? Was this just another weird fan?

“This picture,” you looked at it again before sliding it towards him, “how do you know my mom?”

A/N: So, what do y'all think? Let me know in the comments or in my inbox ❤️ Also, I'd appreciate feedback on the title as well, not sure if I should change it or keep it.

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e-nonsense · 7 months

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Request for batfam x estranged daughter who looks like Batdad's mom Martha💔 she's more independent and has been raised by her mother's family who she is extremely close with, but when it comes to Bruce’s side of her fam she gets awkward and shy cuz she never really interacted with them and doesn't know how to approach them which leads to misunderstandings and angsty setbacks in bonding time. But for whatever reason, she gets along great with Damian and Stephanie as if they've been friends for years. Which causes everyone else to feel left out and a bit jealous when they see the trio hanging out having a good time.

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡

pairing. Batfamily x batsis!reader, slight Dick Grayson x reader

summary. Reader looks startling alike to Bruce’s deceased mother, Martha Wayne.

warnings. swearing, platonic jealousy, mentions of death, horrible parenting (its Bruce), reader is like crazy rich, reader is also 22 and dick is 26. NOT PROOFREAD

authors notes. hope this is what you envisioned. no part 2 so don’t ask

wc. 1.4k

It was Alfred who made the mistake first. Accidently calling you Martha first. He couldn’t help it, you just look so much like her.

Of course he apologised right after and then nearly had a heart attack when you smiled reassuringly, “its fine Alfred.”

A kind heart to match the face of a woman long gone. The elderly man just nodded in response, deciding too keep his mouth shut from then on.

Then it was Bruce. He completely froze the day he met you, froze and stared like a creep. “Holy shit—“ He was immediately cut off by your mother’s glare at him swearing in front of you. “Sorry.”

That day went on with you being shy and awkward around him and Dick —his newly adopted son— who didn’t seem to have any interest in you at all.

“Bruce Wayne,” the man kneels in the get to eye level with a twelve year old you.

“Uh—“ you found yourself string at your mother nervously, only deciding to utter your name after she nods.

Bruce tries to smile —could you see the way his smile didn’t reach his eyes?— at you, “pretty name.”

That was the first time he had seen you, and the last — unless you count the little run ins you’ve had over the years— until ten years later. You were twenty-two, and looked even more like his deceased mother than before.

Bruce found himself watching as you gave Damian tips on the perfect brush stroke to get a texture that would look more like a cloud on canvas.

You nod and smile —one of those encouraging smiles his mother (Martha) used to give him when he got something right— “that’s it. Just try to get lighter towards the end, gives it that fluffy feeling.”

When you had decided to contact Bruce yourself ten years later it had caught him off guard but he agreed. He watched as Damian took to you immediately, the ten year old boy milking you for that motherly affection he never got from his own mother.

The validation when you pat his head and smile at him proudly at his minor achievements, something was child's play to him and yet you were so proud because of it.

The warmth you gave when you smiled in encouragement, or when you’d chuckle softly at his annoyance about one of his brothers. His brothers, not yours as well. You didn’t Bruce’s other wards as siblings, they hadn’t tried to reach out to you so you decided not to bother them with trying as well.

You were nice not stupid.

Stephanie walked into the art room you and Damian had filled with art pieces. You chuckled when the younger girl groaned and draped her arms around you, whining about some inconvenience she had been victim to earlier in the day.

You patted her head and chuckled when Damian scowled at the blonde girl, “get off her you mongrel.”

“Damian,” you say sternly and the young boy huffs before going back to painting clouds. You dragged both yourself and Stephanie towards the couch in the corner of the art filled room and listened as she whined about her day. How Bruce had scolded her about a mistake she made on the field, a minor mistake that even who would make from time to time.

You saw the tears of frustration brimming in the girls eyes and you sigh. “It’s alright Steph,” you hum softly as the girl presses her face into your shoulder.

If Damian hears the blondes sniffles he ignores it, leaving the comforting to you.

None of you speak of Stephanie’s breakdown after it happened. Opting to ignore it afterwards and move on.

Dinner later is chattier than usual, both Damian and Stephanie sitting on either side of you, giving the other member of the family zero chance to gain your attention.

Across from you sat Dick Grayson, who tried to gain your attention but continuously failed so decided to annoy his other brothers. You’re attention is finally somewhere else when Jason growls in annoyance at something Bruce had said.

“It’s for kids Bruce,” Jason seems to be seething. “Children who don’t have the luxury of getting a meal everyday.”

“I can’t trust that the money will actually go into that cause Jason,” Bruce simply sighs. You frown at that, for the first time you speak up.

“Sorry to intrude, but what are you arguing about?” Your voice isn’t timid or soft, it’s stern and had an authority quality that has Jason looking at you in shock before replying.

“Charity thing I’m tryna do,” he begins to explain. “Wanted some money to buy an empty warehouse and build a place that serves food on a daily basis to homeless people.”

You hum in response, “it’s a good idea.”

Jason beams at the praise, “thank you.” And you smile in response, “how much do you need?”

The question catches everyone off guard, “sorry?”

“How much, it’s a good idea and I’d like to help.” You ask and Jason nods.

“Well i wanted it in a good area in Gotham, might help relocate people and stuff.” You nod taking in his words. “$300,000. I need that much.”

Jason shrugs nervously as you think it through, “done.” You smile slightly, “call me if you need anymore though. I’d be happy to help.”

Jason stares at you like you’re some kind of saint, “where are you going to even get that kind of money?” He asks nervously, surely this was too good to be true. You barely knew him, why would you give up that much money so easily.

You chuckle in response, “my dad’s rich.” You pause before adding, “the man my Ma married I mean.”

“So is my Ma,” you shrug. “I inherited it all when they retired.” Jason blinks a few times, as if trying to determine if you’re actually real.

“So would you say you’re richer than Bruce?” Tim asks and you glance over at him before shrugging. “Maybe? I dunno.”

Bruce watches from the head of the table, “she is.”

You raise a brow at that, “stalking my bank account or something?”

Bruce chuckles and shakes his head, “no. But I know your father and he’s been years ahead of me for a long time.” You snort in response, “sounds like him alright.”

The rest of dinner passes and you go back to talking to Damian and Stephanie. Jason watches you three from his seat beside Dick. “Why does she only talk to them?”

Dick pauses to look at Jason and puts his fork back down onto the plate, before glancing over at you who seemed to be nodding along to whatever Damian was saying.

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “To be fair we haven’t tried to exactly reach out to her as much either.”

Jason hummed in response, “demon brats a bit attached to her though.. don’t you think?”

“Guess so, pretty sure he looks up to her.” Dick says to Jason before moving his fork towards his mouth. “Like a motherly figure or something.”

Jason snorts and Tim looks over at them, “funny. He’s got two of his siblings substituting as parental figures.”

Tim chokes on his food before laughing, “now that you’ve said it.”

Dick rolls his eyes and chuckles, “leave the kid alone. He got a shitty deal of parents.” Jason snickers but he doesn’t deny it.

Dinner finishes quickly after that, and they watch as you let Damian drag you away, Stephanie following closely behind. “You must meet batcow.” Damian says before leaning in closer to you, to whisper in your ear, “Don’t tell father but there are ducks in my room.”

You wink at him and nod, “our secret then.”

The rest of the night passes and Damian is asleep by the end of it. You find yourself back at the front door, slipping your coat on deciding to go home. “Leaving?”

You turn around quickly to see Dick Grayson, an amused look on his face and a small smile playing on his lips. “I am too,” he shrugs approaching you and reaching for his jacket. “I’ll walk you,” he offers and when you nod he grins outstretching his hand.

Nervously you take his hand in yours and let him pull you along towards the front door, “I know a great view.. I could take you?”

You smile and shrug, leaving the decision to him, “guess we’re going then. I’ll warn you though it high up and its Gotham so don’t expect it to be too pretty.”

You chuckle and he keens at the sound, he finds himself wanting to hear it again, and again, and again.

“I won’t get my hopes up then,” you smile up at him.

He grins and leads you out of the manor and onto the streets of Gotham, that coincidently happened to quite peaceful that night. He silently thanked Bruce for fucking up again, he wouldn’t get this chance if he hadn’t.

#batsis x batfam #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #Platonic batfam #I’m writing again #yay #batsis reader #batsis

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flamingpudding · 8 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 13 - "Come with me, hurry."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

Duke didn't know what was happening anymore right now. All he knew was that it had started with simply wanting to help someone. Or rather even sooner, with having been forcefully paired up with the new transfer student that everyone for some reason avoided.

The new transfer student, Danny Nightingale, had joined his class around mid semester, he wore a lot of apparently customized -as he later learned- ghost themed accessories. Somehow he got away with it without constantly getting sent to the principal for violating school uniform guidelines. Partially Duke believes that the teachers just gave up after the first week.

Aside from that the first time Duke had even seen the guy, for a short moment he thought that he had looked directly into the sun but then a second later his vision was back to normal like nothing happened but the transfer was staring at him with an eyebrow raised. They had stared at each other for a long time and Duke was sure that right then and there they both had noticed each other's possible Meta status.

But nothing strange had happened after that for a little while, well major really. Minor things kept happing and Duke was convinced that the guy had to be a Meta. The strange little incidence of things going missing but reappearing the next day, utilize or tool appear in the others hand like out of nowhere, the guy suddenly leaving class without explanation, well sometimes at least asking to get excused but still leaving even if their teacher said no or the bouts of green light Duke occasionally caught around the guy.

This transfer student had to be a Meta. Duke had no problem with it, in fact he was kind of happy to find that one of his classmates was a Meta. He just didn't know how to bring it up to him. Considering that most Metas in Gotham lived in hiding and fear, he knew he couldn't just go, walk up to the guy and bluntly ask if he was a fellow Meta.

So after a little discussion with his siblings, Duke decided he would just keep an eye out for his classmate. Trying to complete the friendship route first before and hoping that this way Danny would open up to him. So for now he was making sure the other stayed safe and all that, Duke had even asked his siblings if he should tell Bruce about his Meta classmate just in case but they had told him that as long as nothing major happens to the kid it should be enough for them to keep an eye out.

The friendship route was going great in Duke opinion. Well that was until he got partnered up with him for a group project. Duke really wanted to say that working together with Danny on the project was making it so much easier to connect with the other aside from just joining him during lunch break or trying to strike up a conversation before classes. But the or their group was not making it easier, in fact, Duke got the feeling they tried to actively exclude Danny if it weren't from him.

The day when they all met in the library made it even more obvious. Danny hadn't even known they were meeting up to work on it until Duke texted him asking where he was. He gave the other the best Damian Glare impression he could muster up when he found out and then a Jason death glare impression when they found excuses to leave once he called Danny over when he saw him walking through the library doors.

"Duke, it's fine real. I always have been one of the odd ones out." Duke had definitely not been fine with it when Danny had played it off, especially when he offhandedly mentioned that he got bullied before. Well at least Danny was enjoying his time with Duke, plus Danny was a genius, especially in all the science and engineering subjects. If their idiot group mates wanted to pass up on an A+ with extra credits then it was solely their fault for being judgmental.

Duke had gotten to the point that Danny had even agreed to come with him to the Manor to hang out once, all he now needed to do was clear it with Bruce and make sure that his noisy siblings weren't going to freak Danny out.

He was just about to call Bruce up to see if it was fine when the doors of the library were kicked in by people dressed completely in white carrying deceives that looked like scanners. He was just about to comment to Danny what weird people they seemed to be when he noticed Danny had pulled up the hood of his jacket over his head and for the lack of better words looked frightened.

Duke had only locked once between Danny, and these weird guys before deciding what he needed to do. He shot a quick look towards Babs who was working the library counter and looked about ready to have them kicked out. Duke signaled her, while also shooting off a message into the group chat with the others.

"Danny." His newly made friend had his back turned to the door and looked like he was trying to find an escape route. Duke frowned at the way Danny flinched when he placed a hand on the other's shoulder. Whoever these guys were, Danny was afraid of them or had some sort of trauma and Duke would bet his entire comic collection on the fact that it has something to do with Danny being a Meta. "It's okay, trust me. They won't get you."

"What?" Glowing green eyes peeked at him from under Danny's hood, he clearly remembers them to be blue.

"They won't get you. I promise." Duke repeated, ignoring the color change for now. By now Barbara was trying to get these people out of her library but these people continued to yell something about ecto-entities and those some papers at her. They were advancing into the building and Duke could see that Danny's flight reflex was going to break out soon.

Duke made a brief eye contact with Barbara. She nodded.

"Come with me, hurry." Was the only warning he gave Danny before he grabbed the other's hand and dragged him to the back of the building, towards the hidden doors.

"What are you doing?!" Danny sounded so confused and Duke looked over his shoulder hoping he was giving the other a reassuring smile.

"Helping you!"

"But I am not-"

"These guys are after you right? Let's get away from them first and then talk!" Duke cut him off pushing Danny through a hidden way into an underground path.

"You don't even know me and-"

"I don't need to know you, to see when someone needs help."

He could see that Danny clearly wanted to say something, there was still fear in these still glowing green eyes and Duke wondered once more what these people must have done to Danny for the other Meta to be scared like this. Danny needed to know that they wouldn't get to him as long as Duke and his family were around. He was going to be protected and be able to live normally without fear of these people showing up to hunt him for his powers.

"Meta's gotta stick together. Don't worry I will make sure you're safe!" This wasn't how he had hoped to open up this topic with Danny. He had wanted Danny to bring it up naturally once they had gotten to be really good friends. So that Duke could let him know he wasn't alone.

#fictober23 #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #crossover #dcxdp #duke thomas #barbara gordon #duke believes Danny is a Meta #He is determined to make sure Danny is safe #Metas gotta stick together #The Guys in White will have one hell of a time trying to get to Danny #They definitely won't get to him on Signals watch

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famousstatesmanbearroad · 6 months

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SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY (Cody Rhodes, WWE)

• Summary: You made many enemies throughout your career in World Wrestling Entertainment. Some of which you despise so much it makes you sick to your stomach. But the more you two hate each other, the more the sexual tension becomes too intense to ignore.

• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Fem Reader

Warning- Language, 18+ only (minors DNI), Dirty Talk, Smut, unprotected sex, (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

You and your brother are known for making enemies everywhere you go. You two can’t help it, however. Being called “The best in the world” doesn’t sit right with anyone who just sees two shallow siblings who run their mouths and don’t care about the consequences.

You and Punk ran around WWE when you two were young. Winning championships, making history, making friends, and making enemies. You made much more in both the men's and women's divisions. The females were jealous, and all they did was sit around and gossip to one another with a camera in their faces as if Total Divas was another name for The Real Housewives.

You didn’t care about making friends, although you did make a few. Some eventually turned into enemies. But there was one person who was at the very top of your list.

Cody Rhodes

Since the very first day you step into WWE and Join Punk’s side, You dislike Rhodes. That dislike eventually turned into hatred. You two even went out of your way to ruin the other day.

He and your brother never got to work together in the same ring, not that you know of, which didn’t make sense on why you and Cody had so much anger towards each other.

What made things worse was his return to WWE. After Rhodes took his balls and left WWE, you continued to do what you do best: make history and make enemies. But his being back was now ten times worse than before he left. As a matter of fact, it was now complete hell.

He’s mature since the last time you saw him. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t getting under your skin because he was. The way Cody looked at you, flashed his smile in your direction, and spoke to you in a way he shouldn’t make you, well, simply punch him in the face.

He was distracting you, something that you are now realizing. He’s distracting you before, but you always shrugged it off and ignored it

This time you can’t.

And what made things worse was the night Sami called you.

As much as Sami annoyed the living hell out of you when he first joined the roster, one thing that man was good at was making you laugh on and off-screen, which is one of the many reasons why you consider Sami a friend.

But he knew your situation with Damian Priest, someone you've been seeing for a while. He was another person who got on your nerves only because he wouldn’t give up on making you his, which, for a moment, you gave him a chance

But as you walk out of your hotel room's bathroom with fresh, clean clothes after taking a shower, your phone, which was laid on your bed, was being blown up Sami himself.

Before you could even read the unread messages, his name appeared, causing you to groan while answering the phone.

“Sami, you better have a good reason why you’re calling my phone, or else I'm going to kill you when I find you!” You spoke with a slight growl through your voice.

“Is it true?” Sami asked, bringing you into confusion. “Because if it is, Damian knows, and he’s not too happy about it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked, unsure what he was talking about. So many possibilities pop into your head, but you haven’t done any recently that would get you in trouble with anyone, let alone Damian

“You and Cody?”

You almost gagged at the name Cody. You rolled your eyes but caught up at the mention of you and Cody. It made you even more confused

“What about me and Cody?” You asked, but instantly regretted hearing what came from Sami’s mouth.

“You slept with him, Y/N? Please tell me that’s not true because he and Damian got into a fight backstage earlier, and Damian is pissed as hell.”

You were taken aback by this false information that was received from you. But you had no clue how to take the information in.

“Who told you this?” You asked.

“Cody said it himself,” Sami said. “He t-"

“Sami?” You interrupted your friend, which he hummed yes in response. “Where’s Cody, so I can find him and murder him.”

That alone answered Sami's questions that you two did absolutely nothing. Even if you two did, you would of told him. But Sami shook his head, even though you couldn’t see it.

“Last time I checked, he was somewhere in the hotel, but I don’t know which room he’s in.”

With that, you hung up; you needed to find Cody one way or another, or else you weren’t sleeping tonight. You place your slippers on and head downstairs to the lobby. You weren’t sure if this idea would work, only the person you were going to didn’t like you that much.

You knocked on Jey’s door, someone you saw entering their room before you entered yours. To your surprise, he answered but had a curious look.

“Where’s Cody?” You asked. Jey smirked at you as he crossed his arms. “You’re looking for your man, Brooks?” He asked, calling you by your last name.

You didn’t have time for his jokes as you rolled your eyes. “Do you want to get punched in the face, Fatu?” You replied, mentioning his government last name. Jey rolled his eyes at your comment.

“He’s the floor above us, letting B.”

You smiled at his answer before walking off to find the closest elevator. Clicking on the number above yours, you waited impatiently for the elevator to open on his floor. When it did, you stomped to his door, banging it so loud you probably woke up others nearby.

The door eventually slams open, revealing Cody, who stands before you. When he realizes this, he flashes a smile at you.

Cody knew that telling Damian this false information would come back to you. He didn’t think it would be this soon, but seeing your face fill with anger made Cody happy.

“What can I do for you today, Y/N?” He asked, crossing his arms. You stormed right at him, hitting him repeatedly. The last time you had put your hands on him was one heated argument when he mentioned your brother, someone you do not play about.

Cody, however, being strong, took your wrist and pinned it against the door after closing once you struck at him.

“Why would you tell Damian you and I slept with each other? You know that’s not true!” You growled at him. All Cody did was laugh, which made you angry even more.

“Come on, Y/N, I did you a favor,” Cody spoke. “You don’t even like him like that.”

You fought with the grip of his hand around your wrist, only for it to be slammed right at the door. “And how would you know that, Rhodes? You know nothing about me?”

“I know a lot more than you think, princess,” Cody spoke, causing you to roll your eyes at him. “Damian is too soft, too much of a good guy even though he plays this bad guy on camera.”

“Oh, like you’re any different?” You scoffed, only for him to smirk at you. “I’m not, you’re right. But I don’t need to try to get you in my room desperately; look how easy it was for you to come over here. You can’t stay away from me like you couldn’t all these years.”

Once again, you fought with him by moving your wrist, only for him to succeed. You weren’t doing, however, to hit him like how you initially tried to. Something in you changed as he spoke to you. It was like now you need to push him back. He suddenly felt a little close to you.

“You need someone that plays the same game you do, someone that keeps you off your feet, someone that makes your entire head and your entire body feel on fire. Damian is not getting the job done.” Cody spoke, lowering his voice as if it was some way of getting his words into you, which it was.

“And how do you know what I want and need?” You spat at him. Little did you know that all of your anger was riling him up.

“Because darling, you and I have played this game for a long time. And the amount of times you left me hard, I know I had the same effect on you and left you soaking wet.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. However, whether you want to admit it or not, he wasn’t wrong. You two have a lot of sexual tension built up between you two that you haven’t even realized yourself until now. And at that very moment, just by Cody kept debating whether he should look at your eyes or your lips, it was turning you on.

“Cody, let go of me.” You spoke lowly. Cody smirked once again, letting go of your wrists. But instead of hitting him, you stood there in front of him, not even moving an inch.

“What happened? I thought you were going to hit me again,” Cody teased. His smile dropped, however, as you looked up at him.

“I hate you,”

“I hate you more,” He replies.

“You make me wanna pull my hair out,” You groaned in frustration.

“And you make me wanna throw you on the bed right now and fuck you senselessly till you stop disrespecting me.”

“Nothing you could do will make me respect,” You spat at him. His eyes darted at you as he licked his lips. He was riled up, half hard by how close you two were. And you were no better. The way he was speaking was making you want him to do exactly what you made him feel.

That’s exactly what Cody was planning on doing.

He attached lips to yours as his arms snaked onto your waist, pulling you closer than before. The kiss was innocent for a moment.

That was until you let out a small whimper, Causing Cody to deepened the kiss. Your back arched against the door as your breast touched his clothed chest. Your fingers messed in between Cody’s hair as the two desperately needed one another.

Your body was on fire. Something Cody mentioned that you needed. And he was giving you exactly that. But you wanted more.

“Are you gonna respect me?” Cody teased as he asks this in between the kisses. All you did was smirk and shake your head. “Never,”

You suddenly let out a moan at the pain of Cody’s hand connecting to your ass. That sound alone drove Cody insane.

His nails dug into the side of your waist as he pulled off the ground. Your legs were now wrapped around him, and you let out pants as Cody's lips kissed down your neck.

Your entire head was spinning. You couldn’t believe that the very moment, someone you truly hated from the bottom of your guts, was making you feel like this. And you know that if you even thought about this days ago, probably longer, you would throw up at the thought of it.

But now here you were, making noises you never thought Cody would ever make you earn while you two made out with each other.

Your back went cold after Cody pulled you off the door your back pressed against. You then felt yourself slipping from Cody’s grip as you fell onto the mattress he put you in.

You look up at Cody. He had crazy written all over his eyes as he trailed down your body. You realize what you wore as you showered earlier and changed into clothes.

An oversized shirt, nothing particular, just plain, and shorts. Cody's hand was wrapped around your ankle. It was like he was in a trance from looking at your body head to toe.

You couldn’t help but tease him a bit, enjoying the way he looked at you. Your feet slide down his clothed chest down to his joggers. You can feel his member throbbing against your feet before you bring it back to his chest. He took a hold of it, kissing the heel of your feet, all while watching you.

“Are you gonna respect me?” Cody asked his previous question to you. You smiled at him and shook your head as you repeated your answer. “Never.”

Cody chuckled as he lowered himself down to him. “Don’t say I never warn you,”’

He kisses you once more, with more lust, while your hand finds his hair again. Your other yanked on the shirt that covered him.

Cody took the hint, pulling off the shirt before placing his lips right on yours again. Your hands roamed around his arms and back, feeling his bare skin. You can feel him shudder against your touch before he begins grinding against you.

You lost track of your breathing as he did this while he worked on his neck. You never felt this needy in your entire life as you began to move your hips against him.

“Cody,” you whispered, though it sounded more like a moan. Cody’s lips pressed barely against your ears, sending you chills. “Tell me what you need, Y/N.” He spoke. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

You knew you were going to regret this later on. But at the moment, you couldn’t care less. You needed him.

“I want you, Cody. Please.”

Cody groaned before kissing you. His hands went underneath your shirt, massaging your skin before he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, widening his eyes a bit.

He took your shirt as it went flying somewhere. His eyes shifted to your chest as your breast laid perfectly on there.

You let out a sigh as his tongue attached themselves to your breast, playing with them and massaging them with his hand. His other hand, however, slid down to the waistband of your shorts. Your breathing got heavier as he slipped them down inside of you, immediately the wetness he created inside your underwear.

“Holy shittt,” Cody shuddered as he gathered your wetness. “I barely touched you, and this is how bad you need me. You wet for me, baby,”

You could help but moan at the touch of Cody rubbing your clit. You couldn’t help but think about the last time someone touched you, which made you smirk.

“I haven’t been touched in almost a year.” You spoke. You bit your lips, almost whining, when Cody suddenly stopped rubbing your clit.

“You’re lying?” He asked, looking down at you. But you shook your head. You might as well give him the complete honesty you thought.

“It was some random guy I didn’t even finish.” You spoke. Cody stared blankly at you. “You haven’t had an orgasm in almost a year, too?”

You bit your lip again as you shook your head. Cody's eyes closed slowly as he remained silent. At first, you weren’t sure what was going on, but Cody let out a painful moan and opened his eyes. If his eyes couldn’t get darker than before, it was now.

“It’s okay, baby; I’m gonna take care of you.” Cody moaned. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you let out a moan. You had extreme daddy issues but never to the extent where you would be turned on this badly by Cody calling himself daddy.

Your shorts were pulled off along your panties, leaving you completely naked in front of Cody. His eyes never left you as he spread your legs open and began fingering you.

“Mmm, fuck.” You moaned as you began to feel hotter than before. Your hips began to grind his fingers as he rubbed your clit faster.

When your eyes never opened, Cody’s finger slowed down. “Look at me, keep your eyes opened.”

Your whines were needy; you felt him slow down, but the minute you opened your eyes and looked up at him, he flashed his smile, which you still hated.

“Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll give you what you want, okay baby?”

You nodded. But it wasn’t enough for Cody. “Use your words babygirl.”

You were loving and hating the way he was in control right now. Loved it because of how good it felt and hated it because you knew he would keep this over your head for as long as you lived. But right now, you didn’t care as you spoke, “Yes, Daddy.”

Cody licked his lips at you. “Good girl,” he spoke, then suddenly grabbed you by your legs, scooting you closer to him.

Your eyes went wide, followed by moaning as you saw his head dipped in between your legs, as his tongue slid between your wet folds, licking it.

Your moans filled the room as Cody stared up at you, watching him taste your clit. If you didn’t wake up the neighbor from banging on his door earlier, you probably did right now.

“Baby, don’t stop,” You moaned, letting out a cry. You couldn’t move if you wanted to; Cody had your legs held down.

“Calm down, baby girl,” Cody spoke as you struggled uncontrollably underneath his grip. “Just enjoy my tongue. Enjoy me please you.”

You let out a whine when he said this as you threw your head back, moaning. Your hand found its way to his hair, gripping harshly, causing a vibration throughout your body as he groaned in between your clit.

“Cody?” You spoke out. Cody hums in response as his tongue doesn’t stop the work it’s doing on you. “Cody, I’m… I’m… fuccckkk baby."

The words that left your mouth immediately made Cody know that you were close to your climax, something that you hadn’t had in a while. His remembering that made him pressed harder against your clit, nose touching it as his head shook vigorously against you.

You let out a cry of moans as your back arched once, feeling his fingers slide deep into you. You couldn’t take much longer before feeling what may have been one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.

Your body shook before going stiff a bit, then collapsed your back onto the bed, panting. Cody's head appeared from between as he flashed yet another smile, all while panting.

Somehow, throughout this aura stage, you desperately fought against, you managed to make a snarky comment about it.

“Wipe that stupid smile off your face, asshole,” Cody smirked when you said this and leaned towards you. “You’re gonna still disrespect me?”

A smirk appeared on your lips. Despite your legs being semi-numb, you being in this semi-aura stage, and Cody being a fucking dick but somehow incredibly attractive, you manage to push him onto the bed as your naked body straddle on top of him. Cody was taken back, but his eyes immediately fell onto your body, how you sat on top of him.

“You’re never getting any respect from me,” you spoke before kissing him. You can taste yourself; he grabs hold of your neck, deepening the kiss.

It got out of control momentarily as you two expressed more frustration. You didn’t realize until a second later that you began grinding on top of Cody.

His hands slid down to your hips, moving you against him. You can feel him throbbing against you, causing you to moan.

“You’re so sexy,” Cody moaned out as you let out whimpers in his ears. “So fucking beautiful.”

You felt butterflies in your stomach as he said this. It felt weird. Having him say things like that to you and receiving butterflies was new to you. He always made you sick.

Now, it was the opposite, but you pushed it to the side as you got off of him and placed his hand on the waistband of his pants.

Cody helped you pull his pants off, along with his boxers. You unintentionally bite your lips at the size of his member.

You finally understood him, understood why he was always so cocky and why his ego was so big. It was as big as his member. And it came out as he looked at you, smirking. You were looking at it longer than expected.

“What’s that matter? Never fuck a big cock before?”

You smirk before straddling back on him. “I can put my clothes back on and leave.” You spoke. Cody smiled at you. “But you’re not.”

You immediately shut him up by kissing him. You felt relaxed as you sat on his member. However, the two of you let out a moan as he moved your hips, grinding you against him.

“I can feel you clenching, and you're not even in me,” He moaned as he looked up at you, enjoying yourself on him. It was the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Your eyes were closed as you concentrated on the feeling of him.

You let out a whine as Cody stopped you, but suddenly let out a loud moan as he rubbed his cock on your clit before inserting himself in you.

Both of you two let out a gasp. A part you thought you could handle the size, but you were wrong. And you weren’t helping Cody either as you clenched around him. “Fuck you’re so tight; stop clenching around me, or else I’m going cum.”

You felt yourself wanting another orgasm as you started bouncing on his member. Moans filled the room as the two looked at each other.

Cody concentrated on you as you looked down at him with your hands pinned onto his chest. His hand was on your breast, massaging it, while his other hand smacked down on your ass, causing you to moan loudly.

“Talk to me, baby,” You spoke as you enjoyed yourself on his cock. Cody smirked as he watched you please yourself. “I love how you take my cock, baby, you’re so pretty.”

Your head threw back. “Your cock feels amazing, fuck!”

“Yeah, that’s baby girl, keep going.” Cody moaned. You could help but scream in pleasure when he held you in place and started fucking in pace.

“Oh gosh, just like that.” You moaned. Cody groaned before sliding his arm around your waist and flipping you over.

You now looked up at him as clapping sounds filled the room with your moans. “Fuck you’re so hot!” You moaned, watching him spread your legs apart and deepen his cock in you.

“Shittt, Y/N,” Cody spoke. “You have no idea how bad I dreamt about fucking your tight pussy of yours.”

Your mind was too dizzy even to comprehend what Cody said. Much less, you couldn’t understand what you were saying. You just wanted to finish.

“Yeah, tell me more,” You moaned as you swore you felt Cody’s cock twitch as you said this.

“The amount of times you left me hard. The way I wanted to fuck your ignorant ass out of you. I even jerk off at the thought of it.”

“Cody, fuck!!” You cried out as you felt your orgasm coming. You started clenching more than before, indicating to Cody that you were about to reach your climax.

He hovers over you, slamming himself in you as he reaches your G-spot. Your legs were numb; all you felt was him and only him.

“Cody, I’m close, baby!” You moaned. The way Cody was moaning in your ears wasn’t helping as your hands flew on his back, nails digging into it.

“I’m gonna cum baby.” Cody moaned in your ears. You kissed on his shoulders, holding on to him. “Cum in me, baby.”

“Yeah, you want me to cum in you?” He said, looking at you. “You’re such a slut, shit, come on baby, finish on my cock.”

Your breast pressed against his chest as you reached your second orgasm. You moaned louder than expected when you felt him shoot himself inside of you, cumming. You thank the lord for birth control; otherwise, you would have been pregnant right there and then.

Cody pulled himself out, and as you felt him leaking out of you, he lay next to you as the two of you panted.

It now hit you. You fucked Cody Rhodes. The guy you truly despised. The guy who made your life a living hell.

Cody looked at you, watching your expression as he realized what had happened. You looked over at him, and eventually, that hatred for him appeared right there when he flashed another stupid smile.

“Are you gonna show me respect?” He asked, fully aware of your answer. You answered anyway, panting still but shaking your head at him.

“Never.”

#cody rhodes #wwe #cody rhodes smut #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes x y/n #smut #wwe x reader #wwe smut

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yumeka-sxf · 18 days

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Today's new chapter continues the Henderson x Martha angst 😭 In just a couple chapters Endo has done an amazing job conveying how much Martha loves Henry, how volatile the war-torn world they live in is, and how Henry's ideals about education shaped who he became...but also led to regret. If Endo can weave this much of an engrossing side story about minor characters, I can't wait to see what he'll do with the main characters!

A lot of people have pointed out parallels between Henry and Martha's relationship with that of both future Twiyor and Damianya. They definitely have similarities, and while there's no guarantee that Henry and Martha's story has any bearing on the outcome of the other two relationships, my interpretation of it, at least right now, is that it's a cautionary tale...it's showing that this is what could happen to Loid/Yor, Damian/Anya, and honestly any future couples, if things don't change for the better. What we're seeing from Henry and Martha's story is how relationships can get so easily torn apart from war, as well as how clinging so hard to one's ideals - like what Henry has been doing - is also a recipe for tragedy. I mentioned in my last chapter review that I see this as a parallel to Twilight holding on so hard to his spy persona and ideals that he could be doomed to lose out on potential happiness if he doesn't realize his true feelings.

Also, if Twilight fails his mission and another war does break out, the consequences would be extreme both on a worldly and personal level. We saw in this chapter that Martha's path in life was greatly altered as a result of the war (she changed from wanting to be a ballerina to joining the army) and thus she and Henry were torn apart further. What would happen to the characters in the current generation if Desmond does do something to entice war again?

I also really liked the below panel showing what's probably the last scene of where Henry and Martha spent their most pleasant times - now it's empty, one chair has fallen, and a bird chips while war planes fly overhead. Such a great use of subtle symbolism to hammer in the tragic mood.

The chapter ends with mention of Henry potentially getting married due to pressure from his parents than because he wants to. I'm really curious how that turned out, plus how Martha ended up working for the Blackbells. Looks like their sad story will continue for at least one more chapter 😢

#spy x family #sxf #spy family #spyxfamily #henry henderson #martha marriott #sxf manga spoilers #sxf manga #sxf spoilers

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hana-no-seiiki · 2 months

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This is generally such a stupid ask but I feel like it would be.. Chaotic? At the very least amusing

Anyways

Batfam x Nicole from Class of 09! Reader

Do what you want (etc make it romantic or platonic, doesn't matter)

Just the batfam (yandere ofc) dealing with a chick who loves to ruin lives for her amusement and sometimes for revenge

Istg she'll just bully them at any chance she gets

~ 🕒

I just binged watched Class of ‘09 and all its endings/choices for you non. I don’t think I can fully depict how brash wittiness of Nicole is but here I go! (I am so traumatized) Didn’t know that’s where “No I’m flirting with you flash me a tiddy bitch” came from no wonder Nicole sounded so familiar.

btw if people are interested in watching class of ‘09 just be warned it’s basically a VN version of Degrees of Lewdity but the mc is actually a minor (without the sex/r*pe mechanic though) and it depicts a lot of just… pedophilia, necrophilia, assault, su*c*de, school shootings, racism??, BE WARNED.

The following content above ^ might be mentioned in this fic but in passing. MASSIVE DDDNE WARNING.

I don’t think I’m comfortable writing stepcest/incest in this blog so despite how perfect it’ll be to make Bruce your step father considering Nicole’s mom has divorced like a hundred times…maybe ask me in @yoru-no-seiiki and I’ll be down for it.

THIS IS ADMITTEDLY TIM + DAMIAN CENTRIC

“Do you even care? Do the results of your actions mean anything to you?”

“Yeah when they affect me, sure.”

You were a bitch. There was no denying that. But you were a pretty one. One many would grovel to be under.

You were used to this, ever since you reached a certain age people just looked at you different, acted in a way that… made you think they were boring, utter losers.

One of those losers was Tim’s friend.

Like all the stupid, horny men in your life, you hung out with him once and he spilled everything there was that you could share.

To the entire campus, the internet, even the news.

And because you were pretty, you got off scot-free. Those morons didn’t even check to see what you’ve been doing the past decade.

Except Tim. Timothy Drake. You only knew that his dad was super rich, and as much as it was tempting to sink your teeth into him and get a load of that daddy’s money, you knew better.

He apparently didn’t.

You see there was one thing every batfam member couldn’t resist. Well, two things. The first was saving people.

The second? Fixing them.

When Tim first approached you he was confused.

You were quite the popular figure in Uni. He heard the rumors. He fully expected to be cussed out to hell and back.

But you were… nice. Agreeable at most really. Brash was an understatement. But you were witty. Your comebacks were swift and deadly.

The more he studied stalked you the more he realized that the two of you were the same.

Two bright people stuck with dull idiots.

And Tim? Tim interested you enough for you to not to completely drop him after the first week. That and most of your bullying probably wouldn’t bode well towards the son of a billionaire.

He was smart, even more so than that nerd friend of his that you destroyed the life of. But more importantly he actually had some tact, and was surprisingly packed underneath all those baggy clothes.

Tim had to admit he was kind of forgetting his entire purpose of ‘fixing’ you.

Until you manipulated yet another guy into jumping off a school building for you. Thankfully he survived because Red Robin happened to be there to apprehend him but still!

And what’s worse, you met up with him afterwards talking about how that Red Robin ruined all your plans of crippling a r*pist.

Wait, a r*pist?

Tim looks through your past victims once more. Admitted he only did a surface level job of studying them in comparison to his PhD level knowledge on everything about you specifically.

And…you were right. Every guy you’ve harassed was being pushy with you in the first place, if not people with authority a decade older.

Fuck.

Well now he had no excuse. He had to make you his.

Meanwhile…

“Ugh, Damian. Can’t you tell your brother to like, fuck off or something? I can feel my social standing totally plummet every second he’s around. How do you handle being related to him?” You groaned. You weren’t fucking stupid. You knew Tim was stalking and drooling all over you lately. You hated it. He was ruining your chances with your new victims.

“Jeez [Y/N]. And here I thought you were like, into him.” Jessica, your actual crush and best friend, commented as she filed her nails.

You being the emotional stunted adult you were only replied with an (admittedly softer) “Eat a sandpaper cock and die bitch.”

Damian stared at you, the words die before they crawl out of his mouth. His hands clenched underneath the lunch tables.

Guess he had another thing to steal from his brother this time.

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lazycats-stuff · 8 months

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My latest obsession > motorcycles ,i know so many people call them death machines but i can't help but get heart eyes when i look at them, anyways i wanted to know how would the batfam react to the youngest family member batbro reader being like that? I'm especially curious about Bruce, will he buy a whole garage for his kid? Or try to steer his interest somewhere else? Also i think Jason will try to be reader's riding buddy <3

Fun fact, my mom also calls them death machines, but I find them cool. Although I would never get on one. I'm kind of scared of riding on one.

Summary: (Y/N) loved motorcycles. Bruce tried to be supportive.

Warnings: (Y/N) loves motorcycles, Jason is the biggest supporter, Bruce is trying to make his son happy.

There is a lot to say about motorcycles. A lot of people thought that they were death machines and extremely dangerous. While that much was somewhat true, it all matters that you are a responsible driver. And that you have a license of course.

And then there were people who absolutely adored and loved motorcycles. (Y/N) was one of those people and Tim has once compared (Y/N) to a golden retriever seeing his owner after 15 minutes for his love about motorcycles.

Now, Bruce couldn't really buy him motorcycles now. (Y/N) is minor and Bruce wouldn't be an irresponsible parent. And more so, he tried to shift his interests when he was younger. Bruce made (Y/N) try every type of sport there is to try. Nothing.

Then Bruce tried to arts. Drawing, painting, photographing, dancing... Anything that Bruce could think of, he did. But (Y/N) never wavered and he has never backed down from his interest in motorcycles.

Bruce now had no other choice but to support his son. He wouldn't buy him a garage full of motorcycles yet, but he would when he is older and when he has a license for driving it. Until then, there shall be no motorcycles in his garage.

Of course, the only person who had motorcycles was Jason. Jason absolutely made sure that (Y/N) rode with him. Of course with a helmet, because Bruce would have his head if he didn't make sure that (Y/N) is safe. Jason would also show (Y/N) how to take care of the motorcycle.

Dick always goes by the theory you need to be a good driver, aware of your surroundings and always careful. He agreed with Bruce about (Y/N) being too young for owning his own motorcycles, but has no issues with him driving when he gets his license, but Jason would have to mentor him first.

Damian just didn't know what to think. He wasn't always a fan, but if you need to go through a shit ton of traffic, you can. They have less space and you can put a lot of them in an average garage. He thought that (Y/N) was too young to even consider owning a motorcycle. Maybe it was just him being over protective, but he didn't like the idea of (Y/N) being hurt.

Damian is most definitely going to threaten Jason to make sure that his brother is safe. Also, (Y/N) can't drive a motorcycle until he is 21 years old at least.

In Damian's mind, that was the perfect age to start because the brain is fully developed then.

Tim just wanted his brother to be happy, even if that meant him having a garage full of bikes. But he will not drive a single one of them until he gets his drivers license and until he is an adult. Nothing before he is an adult.

Alfred thought they were cool, but he is too old to drive one. He knew that (Y/N) loved motorcycles more than anything, but he wanted him to be an adult to drive and to look into more interests rather than just focus on them. Of course, (Y/N) should be happy, but he should be safe too. Alfred would give him lectures about being safe.

Alfred was definitely going to give him a leather jacket, maybe with a bat symbol on the back.

And Jason? As mentioned before, he would fully support (Y/N) in his interest. He would be very honest about his experiences with motorcycles and how dangerous they could be. He would allow (Y/N) to tag with him on the motorcycle, but with a helmet and Jason would most definitely to a motorcycle showcases.

It was amazing how (Y/N) turned into a puppy when looking at them. Jason would just hang in the back as (Y/N) would ask questions excitedly. Jason looked into buying a motorcycle for (Y/N), but he knew that Bruce and the others would have his head for it.

So just waiting for the driver license and adulthood.

" (Y/N) can you come with me? " Bruce asked, Jason standing next to him. (Y/N) glanced up from his book, brow raised. " Did I do something? " (Y/N) asked quickly.

" No, you didn't now come on. " Bruce said and Jason walked over picking him up to put him over his shoulder.

" What the hell?! " (Y/N) screamed in shock and Jason just chuckled.

" Please, we know you don't want to walk. " Jason said, walking down. (Y/N) tried to pinpoint where he was going. Kitchen? Living room? He was shocked when they went outside.

" Jay, I don't have my shoes on! " (Y/N) whined, trying to squirm out of his grip.

" Listen, just relax. " Jason said, switching him up to hold him as a bride. (Y/N) looked around, frowning at the sun. He looked around before his eyes landed on a Harley motorcycle.

" Whose motorcycle is this one? " (Y/N) asked, completely confused, but none the less, he turned into a puppy, with his imaginary tail wagging like insane.

" Yours. " Bruce stated and (Y/N) got a whiplash from the way he turned his head.

" WHAT?! " (Y/N) screamed out, launching himself from Jason arms before running towards it, stopping to examine it. He didn't dare to touch it just yet, still worried that this was a dream.

" It this a dream? Or joke? If it is a joke, so help me God, I will kill you both. " (Y/N) threatened to the two and Bruce laughed.

" It's not a joke, I'm not that cruel. It's yours, but you can only drive here. And I have paid for you to start learning. " Bruce said and (Y/N) turned his head to fast that he must get whiplash. He ran at Bruce before jumping into his arms.

He wrapped himself onto Bruce like a koala and Bruce had to adjust his grip to not drop his son.

" How did you change your mind? " (Y/N) asked, smiling so widely that his cheeks started hurting.

" I see how you love them and I have more than enough resources to buy them for you. But you are not leaving the manor driving one until you get your license. " Bruce said sternly and (Y/N) nodded eagerly.

" I'm serious. " Bruce added and (Y/N) nodded again, still smiling widely. " Now, helmet is in the garage if you want to give it a little ride, but not out of the property lines. Don't forget shoes too. " Bruce said and let (Y/N) down.

(Y/N) hugged Jason tightly, before running towards the bike once more.

" Good idea B. " Jason said, watching as (Y/N) examined every inch of the bike. He was in his own world, ignoring everyone.

" I know. He really showed that it's not just a phase. " Bruce said, snapping a few pictures on his phone.

" Oh, we will be ride or die motorcyclists B. And I will teach him everything I know. " Jason promised to Bruce, who still didn't take his eyes off of his younger son.

" I know you will. "

#x male reader #dc x male reader #batfamily #dc comics #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batman x male reader #batkids #red hood x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader

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solar-wing · 9 months

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🦇 Surviving Damian: BatBro's Life 🎞️

I don't know why, but the way Damian turns to look at Dick in this clip has me rolling

🦇 🎞️ A/N → A continuation of my Batbro Headcanons with everyone's favorite little assassin, Damian. This is also inspired by this post from @batsiblingfun. This mixes in a lot of different elements from different DC shows and movies, but still all tie together. Conner x Reader along with Damian x Raven included. WARNINGS: None really. family fluff, minor threats of violence. You and Damian conspiring together. Bruce needs his lawyers. Mentions of trauma and therapy. Joker being Joker.

🦇🎞️ Summary → It's one thing to find out Bruce Wayne is your biological father. It's another thing to find out you also have a half-brother from the same father who also didn't meet him until around the same time you did. Now, some would consider getting a new older brother to be a good thing. Of course, when they point out what they see as an ideal image of that, Damian Wayne is more or less far from it. Truthfully, you'd need an entire documentary to explain that trauma. But, in his defense, he did warn Bruce not to make him a middle child. Oh well...

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— Some may imagine having Bruce Wayne as your father entails a glamorous and extravagant life.

— "Oh wow! Your dad is Bruce Wayne? That's so cool!" "I bet you've been to so many great places." "Have you met any celebrities before?" "Your life must be so interesting!"

— To answer that, depends on the day. The watchtower is cool, but not as interesting as what you saw on that one trip to Puerto Rico. Would Superman even be considered a celebrity? And, define interesting.

— Because if you mean 'interesting' like waking up every day wondering if it's going to be some random supervillain that unalives you, or your own brother, then yes, your life is fascinating.

— What most people don't consider when they find out your father is Bruce Wayne is not only did you all of a sudden get a new parent, but you also got new siblings. As your eldest brother Dick once said, "I went from being an only child to living in utter chaos every day." The only difference is that Dick actually somewhat thrives in chaos. Which is weird considering you'd think it'd be someone more like Jason who lived by that statement.

— You, on the other hand, would rather go without the constant weird shit that goes on with your father and siblings all being a bunch of vigilantes who save your city and the world from crazy clowns and guys who clearly like to live every day like it's Halloween.

— But, the thing is, 90% of the shit you have to deal with doesn't even come from those creeps and villains. It's literally from your own house, specifically one person.

— At one point in your life, you wished to have a sibling. Someone you could share that irreplaceable bond with. Fighting over small stuff like the remote, or who got first dibs on Alfred's cookies. Only to kiss and make up later when one of you got bored or hungry. Insulting and torturing each other only to join forces if someone outside of you two decided to mess with the other. Coming up with crazy schemes that would inevitably shorten your father's life expectancy.

— You know, normal stuff.

— You'd think Dick would get the title of 'most stable' among your siblings, but surprisingly, that was awarded to Jason, which, I know right?! Mind you, 'stable' was being used on very loose terms here. But, Richard was almost more like a second dad than a brother, which you figured came with the role of being the oldest sibling. Since he had the most experience dealing with an emotionally absent Bruce, he'd pick up where he fell off. Of course, Bruce got better over time and learned how to not distance himself whenever his feelings got even a little poked, but Richard was always your go-to whenever you needed support.

— You'd almost considered Jason for the title of most unstable, but then you met Tim, and realized Jason was actually better than you thought, considering what he's been through. Your second oldest brother wasn't really open towards you, but as you two started to spend time together, you grew on him and vice versa. At one point, the Red Hood persona vowed to not only do everything he could to keep you safe but as innocent and pure as you could be. He would not let Bruce and his questionable parenting ruin another child. His earlier methods were probably not the most effective. CPS was still calling at least once a week.

— There weren't enough words to describe Tim. When you first came to the mansion, he seemed completely normal and sane for the most part. Then, after you discovered your father's side hustle, you realized how opposite the reality was. You remembered something your mom said about the only things she was scared of. "I only fear two things in this life; God and the IRS." Well, you'd definitely be adding a certain Red Robin to that list. There were just things Tim would say or do that he thought was completely normal, and you'd be discreetly dialing a mental hospital, fearing for your safety. Why did you know the number for one off the top of your head? Let's just say you had your reasons. But, you'd rather have Tim as an ally than an enemy, so you refrained. That didn't stop you from keeping them on speed dial though.

— Yes, you definitely had some interesting siblings, but none of them compared to your other brother. The one you regrettably shared blood with. Hopefully, he didn't hear you say that.

— It was one thing to have Bruce Wayne as a father. It was an entirely different thing to have Damian Wayne for a brother.

— The first day you two met, Damian had already been at the manor for a few months when Talia had left him with Bruce while she went to handle business. What business that entailed, your father kept you in the shadows, and quite frankly, you were grateful. After your mom left you on the manor's doorsteps with a note that just read, "Trust me, he's yours," your life was never the same.

— You remembered being excited that day. You finally got to meet your dad, and you got a brother out of it too! Multiple brothers and sisters actually! Whoever was out there listening to you had answered your deepest wishes.

— Now, you wished they just minded their damn business.

— Unlike Damian, you were not aware of your father's secret identity. So, when you met, you were a little more than put off by Damian's first greeting towards you.

— "Father, I thought we discussed your habit of picking up street rats and turning them into your next apprentice."

— Truthfully, that was actually more than a pleasant start to your relationship with the trained assassin. When you eventually heard the story of how Dick and Damian "met" for the first time, you suddenly felt grateful at the fact there were no sharp objects nearby...that you knew of.

— If you happened to start locking your bedroom door at night and setting booby traps to alert you if anyone came in while you were sleeping, that was no one else's business but yours.

— The thing was, you tried to connect with Damian, but he would keep brushing you off. Bruce really wasn't that much help as he didn't have the best track record with his first three kids.

— The issue was you and Damian came from two completely different backgrounds, despite your shared parenthood.

— Damian was raised among an organization of highly-trained assassins and was molded from the second he was born to take over from his grandfather who was the equivalent of an undead lich, only he was actually alive. You had a normal childhood for the most part. You went to school, made friends, tried different hobbies, etc.

— You saw Damian as uptight and weird, and he saw you as naive and weak.

— Of course, as everything does in this family, shit only got more intense.

— After Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed you were indeed his son, they got you set up in the manor and your new life. Your last name was officially changed to Wayne with you wanting to keep your mother's surname hyphenated in there.

— You wanted to decorate your bedroom, so you asked your dad to take you shopping, fully intending to take advantage of your newfound wealth (your mother taught you well). Bruce figured it'd be a great way for you and him to get to know each other as he was trying to be more of the supportive dad that Dick and Jason lectured him about. And if CPS decided to give him another one of their 'visits,' he'd rather not provide them with any more reasons to be taking down notes. He was still trying to find a way to punish Jason for that stunt.

— And at Alfred's suggestion, he brought Damian along, thinking it'd be great family time for the Wayne men, and it'd give his firstborn a chance at being an actual kid since Damian never decorated his room when he first got there.

— You went all out. At some point, Bruce wondered if everything he was buying was starting to become too much, but you threw him the puppy dog look you mastered at three years old, and he folded like a lawn chair. Your mother had grown resistant to that trick so, it was great to finally be using it again. Posters, knick-knacks, a new desk, a whole gaming set-up, LED lights, a gaming chair, you name it, you got it. You'd even tried to get Damian to get a few things for himself, wanting to get to know more about your brother.

— "I don't need materialistic objects to satisfy myself like you and other low-lives do. Besides, you're only doing this to 'make up' for the more than likely poor life you lived before with whoever your harlot mother is."

— Alright, that did it. You tackled Damian in the middle of the mall, throwing all your weight on top of him. Of course, you were unaware of his combat training so he threw you off pretty easily, pushing you to the ground and twisting your arm behind your back to where he almost broke it. Bruce had to yank him off you and grab you as well to prevent you from charging him again while everyone else around was taking pictures and videos.

— Bruce's PR team was not happy with the stories and articles on the gossip websites the next morning. But, they managed to twist it around into a positive light, painting the Billionaire Playboy as the role model male, doing his best to raise his two boys as best he could being a single father.

— "Oh, he's such a family man. #EvenMoreAttactive". – @Supermom92

— "He's a good man, Vanessa. A good man." - @mooreswhore

— "This is what we need more of. Strong men taking charge in their son's lives." – @topalpha

— "#GladTheyAin'tMyKids." – @aynonymous

— Of course, this did nothing to help the relationship between you and the youngest Boy Wonder, but Alfred's reassurance eased Bruce's headache.

— "Truthfully, Master Wayne, it would seem to me they are already falling quite well into their new roles as brothers. It will get better over time."

— When exactly was better? Because things only seemed to get more tense between you two. The fights didn't end there. As you spent more time in the manor, you'd gotten to know your other adoptive siblings. And particularly, spending time with your second oldest brother, you'd learned some defensive moves in fighting that only led to your fights with Damian getting worse now that you could hold your own a little more.

— Only there were some moves that you knew that Damian didn't, which really caused a shit storm.

— It may have taken Dick and Jason's combined strength to hold Damian back from trying to literally slice your throat open after you introduced him to the art of the cheese neck. Jason thought it was hilarious and low-key well deserved since your half-brother decided to cut open one of the stuffed bears you had since you were four. Alfred was able to put him back together, but that didn't help the need for revenge you had in the pit of your stomach.

— Since he couldn't murder you, he decided to go with the next best thing he had in mind; mental torture!

— He knew you loved Scooby-Doo, but had a slight fear of some of the monsters and scenes from the show. Look, shit from back in the 70s could be creepy with how they decided to do specific stuff. And sadly on your part, Damian had amazing resources thanks to dear old Papa Bruce.

— So, one day when you thought Bruce was on a business trip (he was on a League mission, and Dick, Jason, and Tim were nowhere to be found along with Alfred), you had the manor to yourself. Or, at least, you thought you did.

— Let's just say Damian decided to place you in your own Scooby-Doo episode, only a tad bit more rated R. Last time you checked, the vampire from that one episode didn't actually have blood and guts dripping from his teeth while chasing Shaggy and Scooby.

— Yeah, Bruce low-key had to invest in a therapist for that one. And CPS definitely took a note down when they saw part of the costume had fallen out of a trash bag and your "concerning" reaction to it. Damian had no shame.

— "Next time, he'll think twice about whose neck he's slapping."

— "Master Bruce, I really do think they're starting to grow on each other, if I do say so myself." This time, Alfred's words were not reassuring for the billionaire.

— Eventually, you and Damian came to a mutual understanding. You stay out of his way, and he would stay out of your way. And it worked! At least until you found out the big secret, and no not the one where Tim...actually, never mind.

— It was an accident, really it was. At least that's how Jason and Tim tried to spin it when he had to explain to Bruce how you thought Red Hood and Red Robin broke into the manor. In truth, they thought you were at a friend's house studying, and the tracker that was stitched to your backpack showed that.

— Hold up... tracker?

— You'd grill them and your dad for that later.

— Now, you were constantly in the Batcave and working Damian's last nerve. You kept asking to help on missions or patrol, and shockingly, this was the one time when Bruce put his foot down and said no to having an adolescent child fighting crime with him.

— Who would've figured?

— The most he'd let you do was help Alfred with comms and computer stuff. Of course, that'd only lead to you and Damian getting into one of your brotherly spats over the comms.

— "At least I have competent training to be in the field. You can barely defend yourself against a cat." Damian sneered into his mic while roundhouse-kicking a thug.

— "First of all you stuck-up brat, Alfred the Cat and I have a lovely relationship and we were play fighting. Secondly, the only thing you're competent at is proving what happens when you forget to use protection!" You quipped right back.

— Dick and Tim tried holding back their laughs while Jason just shouted "DAMN!" Bruce had to pretend not to notice Damian's glare through the domino mask and Alfred pretended to scold you while giving you a fist bump. The Boy Wonder was grinding his teeth.

— Then, a miracle happened. Well, really it was a traumatic experience that Bruce would have to pay for more sessions with your therapist but still was a miracle in the end.

— In another one of his crazy schemes, Joker decided to target Bruce Wayne again, but this time, the newly discovered heirs to Wayne Enterprises, at least, that's what the media was referring to you as.

— He hired some goons to abduct you and Damian from your school and hid you both in one of his many secret hideouts around Gotham. And Joker, never one for subtlety, of course, decided to send out a televised message to Brucie Poosie, a name disturbingly similar to Joker's nickname for Batman. He'd addressed that later.

— Your father and siblings immediately jumped into action of course and started searching the entire city, checking all of Joker's known hideouts and connections. Only, Joker had apparently taken some inspiration and notes from Riddler because while he was busy taunting and trying to shake down Bruce Wayne for everything he could, he was leading Batman and his little birdies (his nickname for all the Robins) on a wild goose chase.

— The more and more time went by, the more and more they got worried for you. Of course, they were worried for Damian as well, but he was used to these kinds of situations. This was your first (and frankly, probably not last) kidnapping.

— At first, you weren't scared (much). No offense, but, Joker always kind of seemed like a joke to you. The fact his whole persona was based on a mad clown really didn't help. You had also never really watched the news or heard people talking about some of the horrible things he had done. You always just heard the part when Batman swooped in and kicked his ass.

— Well, if you made it out of this, you'd definitely have nightmares and a new fear of clowns to add to your list. May have to start considering two-hour sessions with your therapist.

— But, to your surprise, Damian had helped to keep you calm and protected you from seeing more of Joker's 'fun side'. Whenever the clown or one of his thugs got a little too close to your holding cell for your brother's liking, he always placed himself in front of you, just in case they decided to fuck around and find out so he could be ready.

— When the green-haired villain went on one of his disturbing tangents or talked about his plans for you two in case your father didn't follow through with his demands, Damian would cover your ears. Of course, it didn't do much, but the sentiment was appreciated. Your older brother, despite his 'quirks', actually did have a caring side to him. It just took being kidnapped by a psychotic clown and your lives being in terrible danger for it to show. Go figure.

— Of course, your father and siblings eventually tracked you and Damian down and came to your rescue. From what you had seen from your father and brothers in their fighting style, they always were more smart and sneaky with their attacks and ambushes. Jason was more of the impulsive and brash one who liked to rush in, but he grew more into the Bat's style over time. Especially seeing how the last time he rushed into something concerning the Joker, well, there's no need to go down that road.

— But, nope. This time, Bruce was not forgiving with his 'justice' towards Joker. Honestly, you and your siblings were a little worried that Bruce would break his number one rule on no killing for the first time, but he still held back. In the middle of all the chaos, you'd even managed to surprise Damian when some goons tried to surprise you and him after he broke you guys out of the cell. And who said video games couldn't teach you a thing or two about fighting?

— Damian was impressed, and more than curious to see what kind of games you were playing that taught you the fastest way to incapacitate a 200-pound man with a few jabs and well-placed strikes. That or you were insanely lucky to have a man who could barely defend himself against a child. Either way, a win was a win for you.

— Obviously, things changed a bit when you two returned home.

— For one, your family became a lot more clingy and overprotective than before. And that was saying something considering they had a tracker stitched into your backpack without your knowledge before. There was a rotation between the brothers of who would drop off and pick you up from school. This was already a rule before, but now, it was just even more intense with you not being able to leave the manor or go anywhere without someone from the family accompanying you. Bruce started training you in self-defense and combat, with regulations and supervision from your brothers so he didn't make the same mistakes he made with them with you.

— You appreciated it all, and it definitely did help you feel a bit safer (in the beginning), but, really one of the most shocking changes not just to yourself, but everyone else was Damian's change in attitude toward you. Of course, he wasn't outright hugging you or anything crazy like that, but he was more cordial and almost friendlier you could say.

— It was also very apparent Damian had developed a similar protective stance toward you. You being the only non-vigilante in the family meant you kept an aura of innocence and light-heartedness the rest of your family had lost a long time ago. They were more than determined to make sure you kept that light and never lost it like they did so many years ago.

— Thankfully, your time with Joker wasn't anything too traumatic. Joker was actually on one of his schemes for once and didn't do anything too drastic. But, that didn't stop your brother from glaring down any suspicious figure who got too close to you for his liking. If you asked to hang out at a friend's house, Damian took over Bruce's role of asking for details on your friend, they're parents, where you'd be going, and all that extra stuff. If you were aware of the fact that Damian was running full background checks on your friends and their families whenever you went to hang out with them, you pretended not to notice.

– Bruce also had a teary moment of being a proud father seeing how Damian was showing already to be just like him. Which, if we're being honest, was actually a terrifying thought.

— But, it wasn't just Damian who started making an effort to build a more friendly bond between you two. You'd contributed as well. Showing Damian the ways he could learn to let loose and actually be a kid instead of a trained assassin all the time.

— You'd invited him more than once to hang out with you and your friends that you made from school. Hesitant at first at the idea of hanging out with others that weren't you and his family, you managed to convince him when Dick, Jason, and Tim got into one of their own brotherly spats, and Jason decided to start chasing the two around the house with a rag wet with a 'mysterious' substance.

— "Your local comrades quarters it is then." Damian muttered before quickly ushering you out the door with Alfred towing behind since you needed someone to drive you. Damian offered since he kept claiming he knew how, but Bruce still wasn't going for it.

— With your help, Damian actually learned to make friends with kids his own age. He developed hobbies and interests that had nothing to do with anything sharp or pointy (that didn't mean you weren't gonna booby trap your room still just in case).

— He even joined an art club at school and you both decided to enroll in a martial arts club together as well. It'd actually become quite the inside joke between you two. There was one guy in there, Carter, who swore he was the best fighter in the entire school and he could take any one of these 'runts' down, including you and Damian.

— Now, you were still learning and getting comfortable fighting from your lessons with your dad and brothers. When Carter decided to pick on you and Damian as the Wayne brats and challenged you both to a sparring match, boy he did not know what he was getting himself into. Especially when you and your brother looked at each other with the most mischievous evil smirks anyone had ever seen.

— When Bruce got a call from the school later that some parents were looking to try and sue him for the 'extensive harm' his kids did to their kid, he could only raise an eyebrow when you and Damian appeared in his office, smiling like you both were innocent angels.

— "See, Master Bruce. I told you if you'd given it some time, they'd grow on each other." Alfred said to him later that evening.

— Only Bruce was now more concerned than ever. When you and Damian basically hated each other, he only had to worry about the terror and havoc you two would unleash inside the manor. Now, that you were basically best buddies, he'd have to worry about inside and outside the house.

— "I'm gonna be meeting with my lawyers more frequently, aren't I Alfred?" Bruce asked.

— Alfred gave a small chuckle as he patted the man's shoulders. "Oh, Master Bruce, most certainly."

— The butler wasn't wrong.

— You and Damian became like a force that everyone was scared to cross. Even your own brothers were slightly afraid of the kind of shit you two could get into. You'd come up with the crazy schemes and ideas, mapping out any and all details while handling any technological stuff which you had gotten really good at considering the time you spent with Alfred in the Batcave monitoring missions. And, Damian would do the more physical acts required as well as sneaking and sleuthing around if need be.

— Bruce had a meeting with his attorneys at least once a week because of you two.

— You'd even developed your own sense of overprotectiveness over your older brother. Some guy in the art club Damian had joined at school decided to try and pick with him and messed up one of his paintings. Surprisingly, Damian was calm about it and didn't even yell or react at him. Just scoffed at the guy and called him pathetic.

— You did not have a similar reaction.

— When word got around the school and managed to reach your ears, you were for lack of a better word, feeling quite revengeful. The next day at school, that guy became the laughingstock of your entire class when a private photo mysteriously made its way into every student's locker in your grade.

— When Damian found out, he immediately confronted you about it, and you could only smile innocently while feigning ignorance.

— "Why, brother?! How could you even think to accuse me of such a vile act of one's breach of privacy."

— "Y/N..." Damian said.

— "Fine, it was me. But, you have to admit, it is quite a lovely picture. And besides, nobody messes with my brother except me." You smiled.

— Damian only gave a small smile, grabbing you to give you a noogie on the head before walking for the exit of the school to head home. He tried not to let such a small statement get him overly emotional since he'd never really had anyone before you and your family be so caring and defensive over him. Not even his mother.

— The older you two got, the more close you became. At one point, Dick even started to joke that if one of you had gotten involved in some stupid and even dangerous plot, it wouldn't be long before the other got involved as well.

— "You'd even given yourself the nickname of the Blood Brothers since you and Damian liked to remind your other siblings more than once who Bruce's actual kin was, especially Dick whenever he went on one of his tirades about being the first Robin blah blah blah...

— Tim did happen to point out your chosen name's disturbing similarity to one widely known supervillain to which you scoffed in response.

— "Oh please, Brother Blood wishes he had half the brains and looks me and Dami have. Isn't that right, bro?" You said turning to Damian holding out a fist bump.

— "I refuse to get involved in this."

— And given your bond with each other, it was of course all too expected that you would each get involved in each other's love lives. When Damian was sent away to Titans Tower to learn how to be part of a team, you were very pissed at Bruce since he was breaking up you and his team.

— Honestly, Bruce hadn't even considered that, but he was happy and looking forward to the much-needed break from his weekly meetings with his lawyers concerning his sons and their growing stack of attempted lawsuits.

— It was a shock to not only you but to Damian from how you knew when he returned from the tower on a visit, and you asked "Who is she," with your arms crossed and tapping your foot against the ground.

— From your daily calls and messages, you'd picked up quite fast that Damian was crushing on someone, you just didn't know who. You figured it may have been that Tara girl you heard had joined the team, who should consider herself lucky she succumbed to her own fate and not the one you'd planned for her after finding out what she did to your brother and his comrades.

— Superman and Wonder Woman were still campaigning to put you on the League's high-priority watch list after hearing and witnessing some of the things you got up to with and without your brother. So they and everyone else in the League who had the fortune (or misfortune) of meeting you had no qualms that whatever you planned for the blonde earth-powered girl, was nothing short of maniacal.

— When you found out it was Raven after your dad brought you along to Damian's surprise party at the Tower with the rest of the team, you managed to get a chance alone with the half-human, half-demon girl, exchanging some friendly banter and humor. You'd also jokingly (but also not jokingly) warned her that if she hurt your brother in any way shape or form, you'd give her a fate worse than anything her father could ever imagine.

— Weirdly enough, she smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

— "I promise, you don't have to worry about anything from me. And, I can see now why he cares a lot about you. You both protect each other."

— To which you replied with a simple, "He's my brother." Nothing else needed to be said between the two of you. You both were aware of Damian's past, you more than Raven of course, so you knew Damian sometimes needed some extra care and love. You could clearly see that was something she had every intention of making sure he got.

— You approved.

— Now, if only you could get Damian to approve of you and Conner.

— Let's just say, neither your father nor your brothers were anywhere near please when they found out about you and the half-Kryptonian's relationship.

— Dick just couldn't fathom that both of his baby brothers were dating someone from the two teams he helped co-found.

— Jason didn't like that you were dating someone he couldn't really intimidate or threaten the way he wanted since the dude was a literal teen Superman.

— Tim was oddly okay with it at first. But, when you started abandoning him and your regular scheduled gaming sessions for your dates and hangouts with Conner, he was more than ever determined to take down the half-Kryptonian.

— Damian didn't like the idea of you with someone so much stronger than you and could hurt you very easily. To which you pointed out he was dating a half-demon whose father has more than once tried to take over the universe and she almost helped him in succeeding.

— "Not the point, little brother."

— You did have to warn your boyfriend though, because, unlike your other brothers with the exception of possibly Tim, Damian had his own hidden secret cache of Kryptonite for emergency if it was ever needed.

— How you knew?

— Well, after you and Conner announced your relationship, you noticed your father and brother consistently making trips to the vault where all the Kryptonite was stored. And, you once caught your dad making a smaller version of the 'special' jewelry he used to fight Superman that one time, which you figured had to be for Damian.

— "Oh come on! I don't see anyone walking around with crosses and holy water whenever Damian goes out with Raven. But, y'all are ready to pull out all the stops whenever Conner and I even look like we're about to hug!" You yelled at your family.

— Damian stepped forward, placing what was supposed to be a comforting hand on your shoulder.

— "I do apologize brother. But, you should really be blaming Father for this, since I did technically warn him what would happen if he made me a middle child.

— "He did." You heard your father's day from behind.

— Someone really needed to make a documentary about your life.

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Wayne funded events and other stuff like that isn't Damian Wayne's go to thing. Damian was refusing to go and put a small fuss over it.

Normally he'd make a comment and suck it up... buuuut he was being stubborn as hell and possibly, kinda, maybe hiding something... a whole fucking wound, but it's totally fine! He took the necessary steps on his own to care for it... now it was recovery that he refused to tell anyone about. Sure... maybe, sorta the wound wasn't healing properly... a tiny bit sorta maybe? It was... getting a bit worse possibly, maybe it was getting infected...

As if he would tell anyone, his pride is too strong to do that! Damian was surprised to find it becoming infected, he did so well to treat it.

Jason stepped into his room with his own annoyed face, he was the same with all of the events as well. "Dami, come on we gotta go" "I do not wish to go to that forsaken event" "Yeah me either, but we gotta do it regardless. So come on" "I already said no"

"Everyone else is pulling their weight, why can’t you?"

He doesn't mean bad by it, hell Jason said it with a light chuckle as a joke, but it's Damian's perfect complex that gets in the way.

Any sign of being no longer of use is scary. Damian sighed "I suppose you are right" Jason had a small smile "Good, I need my partner in crime so I don't have to suffer alone" "Tt. Come on then"

The car ride was... not so well either. Damian felt himself growing hot by the second, a case of what people would call "sickness" but he'll be damned if he said it to anyone. "Hey Little D, you ready?" Damian rolled his eyes "I rather stay in the vehicle" "...We could take it when no one is looking and drive out of here" "Not a bad idea Todd" Dick frowned "None of that today you two. Bruce is counting on us"

Damian and Jason sighed exasperated, the drive continued.

"Thank you all for coming. I'm sure the trip here was well?"

"Yeah it was all good B, thanks"

Bruce nodded and smiled, everyone went their separate ways. Damian usually stuck by Bruce, tonight he went to the shadows. Tim and Dick would converse with many others, Stephanie, Cassandra and Duke would be eating or speaking to a few people (not really Cassandra, she would just listen for the most part). Jason would linger around, either away from everyone or close to Dick so he could say he was there or something.

Damian felt as if every second here was unbearable, but he has to go through it. Once it's over and they arrive home, then he'll treat it properly. For now, he has to make it out.

"What are you doing lurking Demon?"

"Funny you would talk Todd"

"Heh maybe, anyways normally you'd hang by B, what's changed this time?" A fever. A fever is what changed it this time.

"Nothing, simply too tired to look somewhat interested in whatever anyone has to say"

"That sounds about right. Want something to eat?"

Damian shrugged, the thought of eating made him feel bad, but he can't let it slip. Jason left to the giant table of servings, leaving Damian to his shadowed corner.

This sucks. I hate these events, so time consuming

"I'm back bud, got a salad and whole bunch of other vegetarian food for you"

Jason passed the plate and Damian took it "Thank you Akhi"

The two spoke and laughed a bit as they ate, then Damian finished...

Fuck his life entirely. The food didn't sit well with him, he has to get out, make it natural don't raise any suspicion. "Thank you for the food Todd, I have to go use the restroom now" "Alright. I'll see you"

Damian left in a small hurry, trying to play it off as he opened the door and rushed to a stall. Slamming the door shut and barely making it as he vomited his insides out. Everything hurt.

Raising his shirt up, the cut was swollen and red, some blood was staining his shirt.

Not now.

If this keeps up then they'll find out...

Jason saw some small signs off of Damian, chalked it up to not wanting to come and he couldn't blame him for that. Then the suspicions changed as it was a whole 30 minutes and Damian hadn't returned. At first Jason thought he missed him and the kid left to the garden or something. Even asking everyone else, not a clue. Asking for everyone to keep an eye out, not tell Bruce and for Jason to look for Damian himself. If the family began to search then it would raise unwanted looks from the guests. If Bruce knew he would get nervous and maybe even shut down the event early.

Jason went to the restroom, last place the kid said he was going. Jason went in to hear vomiting from one of the stalls. Someone might have drank too much, well that's what Jason thought before he heard cries that were highly familiar.

"Habibi?"

A whine came out from the stall and it became slightly silent "Dami I know you are here, tell me what's going on?"

"Y-You won't tell?"

"No I won't" Get him to spill, then coax him to let others know was what Damian usually required.

"Okay..." A click and Jason opened the door, standing in shock before closing the door and locking it up. "Holy shit kid" His stomach had a horrible swollen, red cut about the length of his own forearm. "Shit, what happened?!"

"No... shouting. Didn't want to say about it, thought if I could make it through the night then..." Damian groaned and Jason kneeled down to see the wound at an angle where Damian was still over the toilet. "So you decided to not tell anyone you had a fucking infection?" "It wasn't this bad... I did everything right and then it got worse" "This is why you didn't want to go... why didn't you say anything? You wouldn't have had to go or you would have got it properly treated before when you first got hurt" "You said... I had to pull my weight, if I showed weakness then... I wouldn't be of any use"

Jason mentally slapped himself, God how could he forget how Damian is with hearing things like that and not getting a joke if it's hidden like that. "I didn't mean it like that, if I'd known then I would have made Bruce let you skip this one" "Sorry" "Don't apologize, what matters is getting this treated immediately. Come on, I'm gonna take you home and clean it up" "Father would be... upset would he not?" "No he won't, I'll let him know that I'm going to be there and that I have it under control. Of course I will be doing that once we are already in the Manor so he can't complain"

Damian nodded and Jason put the back of his hand on Damian's forehead "You're burning up as well... okay steady now I'm gonna carry you. We can take the back exit"

Damian was slowly picked up and he leaned his head against Jason's chest. His face flushed and drowned in sweat.

Finally making it back, Jason had to drive very slowly as to not upset Damian's stomach. Picking him up once more and going down the elevator to the Cave. "We're here, I already told everyone what happened. Dickie was a bit frantic, but it'll be okay. They are going to keep the event going while I take care of you" Damian lied down on the bed as Jason got everything needed to help. "Okay, stay with me now. This is gonna hurt, but I swear it's to help you" Damian's vision was bleary as he opened his eyes, a stinging pain shocking him "Nngh!" "I know, I know. It will be over, don't worry Habibi"

Damian's breath was shaky, but he managed to steel himself against the pain. "Hurts..." "I know, but it will be better. After I finish up, you can rest and you'll be okay in no time" Damian's mind was muddled as if fresh ink spilled on paper he couldn't concentrate, regardless he did as Jason said and tried to focus on whatever he could. "Okay, I cleaned it and re-did the stitching and all that stuff needed. I need you to take some medicine, one for the fever, another for the pain so you can at least rest" Damian sat up slowly as Jason moved to the left filing through a whole cart worth of supplies, making his way back and preparing a cup of water. "How bad is the pain?" "S'not so bad" "Yeah for you to start slurring like that says otherwise" Three pills in total "Open your mouth" Damian did as told, then Jason cupped Damian's jaw with his hand still holding the cup and helping Damian down the pills.

"Good, I'm gonna pick you up and take you to your room now"

"Kay"

Slow and steady, too fast and Damian might vomit or worse and honestly speaking, Jason doesn't want to see that.

"Okay there we go, nice and easy into the elevator we go"

"Can you hold my hand?"

"I'm holding your entire body up, don't have enough hands to right now"

"Mother when will I get to meet father? Is he as strong as grandfather?"

"...you're delirious. That bad of a fever?"

"I hope when I meet father... that he is proud of me too. I'll be strong and amazing just like him. Mother, can you sing for me? I like hearing your voice... soothing"

Jason closed his eyes for a moment and began to sing in Arabic, an old lullaby that Jason slightly recalls Talia had sung for Damian. He doesn't remember some of the words, so he just says something that may sound sweet to help. Walking to Damian's room and lying him down on the mattress, covering him with a blanket and turning on the AC as to help him cool down a bit. Jason kept singing while doing all of this.

For the first time tonight, Damian looked relaxed and content.

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Alright, but Bruce Wayne with 'Meet Cute' and 'Tragic Love Story' combined? I personally need to get this idea off my chest, so enjoy.

Due to his strained sleep schedule and social life, Bruce would occasionally need a pick-me-up

There was this one Cafe that he enjoyed due to how strong they were able to make the coffee compared to other shops in the city

Normally he would walk in and the employees would start working on his order before he even got to the counter

One day, he was grabbing his cup from the counter when he noticed something unusual on the sleeve of the cup

Holding the cup closer to his face, he takes in the sight of a multicolor butterfly that was 'flying' across the cup sleeve

He turned to the manager with a raised brow, to which the manager looks over at one of the employees at the other end of the counter with an annoyed gaze

Bruce turns his gaze to see you standing there with a handful of sharpies in your apron pocket as you look at both men with a shrug

"I got bored."

Your manager began to give a small lecture on the fact you were getting paid to do a job and doodling wasn't apart of that job

You made a face, which Bruce found slightly amusing, to your manager with crossed arms

"I come in to prep at 3 a.m. for 6 days every week, by myself might I add. I do the work that is supposed to be divided to be done by 3 people. I have to fight you to get 15 minutes out of my hour long lunch. I'm sorry you don't like that I don't actively search for more work to do when I'm already doing more than my 10 dollar an hour pay grade. If you don't like it, fire me. But don't forget that I can sue you for sexual harassment because I'm certain you forgot that the owner put had cameras installed in the freezer to safe guard the minors who work here."

Bruce felt shocked as he glared over at the manager, who was suddenly very quiet and very flustered at your words

Before Bruce was able to tear into this poor excuse of a man, a woman in a formal suit came out of the backroom with fire in her eyes

You smiled as you look from your manager to this woman, who Bruce was assuming to be the previously mentioned owner, asking oh so sweetly if you could go to your break

Bruce watched you walk out the door with a strange curiosity blooming in his mind. Despite having never paid much attention to you beforehand, but now he was wondering what more there was to you

The next couple of weeks, Bruce found himself coming to the Cafe more often in the mornings to interact with you more and to see more of your doodles on his morning coffee cup

He was even subconsciously going to the block on his patrols to make sure you were getting into the shop alright on the days when you opened alone

Eventually, the habits were beginning to get noticed by everyone around him. Tim and Damian noticed he was a bit more cheerful in the mornings when they were taken to school. Jason realized the determination that Bruce put in at 2:57 every night on one block specifically. They were all clueless until Dick, Cass, and Stephanie started rummaging through his office and found the original cup sleeve placed in the back of one of his desk drawers

The next day when Bruce was going to be busy with a meeting with a few shareholders, Dick and Barbara came walking into the Cafe with huge grins on their faces

When they made their way to the front of the line and ordered, they excitedly asked for the barista that was drawing the cup sleeves

When they were pointed to your direction, they went over and started to explain that Bruce had found you interesting and they thought he would want to get to know you better if he could

Barbara pulled up a picture of Bruce in case you didn't quiet remember him. But you smile with a small nod saying the you remembered him from the incident with the old manager

Dick got even more excited as he asked if you would be willing to maybe, potentially, want to go out with Bruce for a date because they bet that he found you cute and was scared to get rejected

Later that day when Bruce had finally gotten home, Dick and Barbara were waiting by the door as they practically were jumping in their spots

They held out a coffee cup to Bruce, which made him feel anxious that they had found out about his small infatuation

He took the cup to see a small drawing of a ticket with a box of popcorn. He saw your name with a phone number with a a simple question. 'Movie on Tuesday?'

Bruce doesn't have time to scold or thank them before they ran off in the manor

He went to his office, closing and locking the door before taking out his phone to send you a quick message about what you might want to watch

He began to think it might have been a bad idea as he started to type that he had the wrong number when he saw a response suddenly pop up

You had confirmed the movie and time that might work with both of your schedules to go watch it

Bruce quickly double checked his schedule before confirming that it worked out for him and suggested to meet up there, he wanted you to feel like you could leave if you ever wanted to during the whole thing

As the day came closer, Bruce felt concerned for the date and if it would be best to back out and spare potential heart ache down the road

But he fought down his worries as he dressed down in casual clothing so he wouldn't be noticed

After getting a pep talk from almost every one of the Bat children, Bruce finally drove to the theater with a few minutes before the meet up time

He was slightly shocked to see you actually standing in front and waiting for him out front in your own style of formally casual clothes

He got out of the car and walked up to you with a slightly awkward confidence with his greeting. The man may have the ability to charm almost any person on a whim, but it was different this time. This time, he was genuinely interested in the person in front of him

The smile you gave Bruce when he walks up warms his heart in a way he hadn't felt in some time

He paid for the tickets and tried to pay for the snacks, but you insisted that you didn't want him to pay for the whole thing

"It's just popcorn and drinks. I've got it this time."

This time. The words had Bruce feeling hopeful for the next date even though this one wasn't even over

Getting settled into the seats, you two delve into light conversation, the occasional laugh slipping in

By the time the lights went down for the movie to start, Bruce had already considered this to be a successful date with how much he felt you two had bonded

The theater was quiet as the movie played, the screen casting a soft glow over all the faces there

Bruce had felt himself truly relaxing for the first time in so long as he sat next to you in the partially full theater

He almost jumped when he felt you suddenly lean into his side halfway through the movie

But he relax before moving his arm around your shoulders as he glanced over to see if it was alright

The small smile on your face as you leaned closer to Bruce made a small flutter to form in his stomach

When the movie came to an end, Bruce kept his arm around your shoulders as everyone walked out into the parking lot

There was small talk about thoughts on the movie before the goodbyes had to be said for the night

He was questioning himself on if a hug would be the best to do or if that would be too forward

You beat him to it as you gave him a small peck to him cheek before saying you would text him to let him know you got home safe

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he drove back to the manor. Completely forgetting about the small army of children that would interrogate him the moment the door opened

He got bombarded with different types of questions from 'did you have a good time', 'what are they like', 'are you going out again soon'

Damian mostly just listened while standing there before he asked if there was a photo of his father's potential consort. Dick says he's got one to show him later

(Bruce makes a mental note to talk to the Damian about appropriate terms to use in relationships and to get the photo Dick has)

Bruce quickly told all of them to go and get ready for patrol as he pushed his way past the entryway

All the children smiled to themselves as the began to go to the Batcave to get their gear together with the intention of getting more information later

Bruce took a moment to breath before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Checking it to see that you had messaged him when you got home and couldn't wait until next time

"This one must be special if you smile at a message."

Bruce looked up at Alfred when he heard that comment, not even realizing he was smiling

Alfred had a soft look in his eyes as he gave a simple nod before walking away for Brice to be alone

Bruce typed a quick message in agreement of meeting up again sometime soon before putting his phone away to get ready for the night ahead

The next few months (yes, months because he wants to be cautious with this relationship), Bruce had tried to make plans at least once every week for dates

Each time the two of you spent time together, he couldn't deny the feeling that he got when being around you. You never tired to bring his money into it and never pushed for the pace to go faster over the course of the whole thing

He even asked if you could be official with each other relationship wise, though not entirely out on the public eye if you didn't feel comfortable with all the sudden attention, which you happily agreed to

He had finally asked if you would want to come to the manor one day to properly meet all the kids, who were all eager to get to meet you

You both agreed on a day and time to have dinner later that same week he suggested it

The night of the whole dinner, Bruce and the kids helped Alfred get the manor cleaned and even assisted in the cooking

They were all excitedly waiting in the living room dressed in their best clothes for the occasion as the time for you to get there getting closer

As the minutes went by, everyone starts to get anxious as there wasn't anoise coming from outside the door

The moment the hour struck, everyone was on edge for the knock on the front door to come at any moment

(If you don't

Alternative Ending

Stephanie and Barbara were trying to be hopeful by saying maybe you just had to change outfits from a last minute stain accident

Tim and Dick were saying that a family thing could have come up and maybe you were trying to get it handled before coming over

Damian had a hopeful tone as he stated that there was most likely traffic and you were just caught in the middle of it (he was really hopeful about his father finding a good partner)

Bruce gave a small smile to all of them before he decided to send you a quick text to ask if everything was alright and if you needed to reschedule for another day

Jason gave a small grunt before grabbing the remote. Turning on the TV as he said that Damian was right and the traffic news would prove it

Flipping through the channels, he finally got to the news channel. And dear God, did Jason wish he could take that decision back

Every one stared in silence as the lights flashed on the screen as they took in the sight of a terrible car crash

A reporter talked about the fact a drunk driver had blown through a 4 way stop and had hit the victim's car that was sadly just at the wrong place

The reporter had said that no name was being given about the victim so family could be informed first and make the proper medical decisions

No name had to be given though as the kid's saw the look on Bruce's face

He didn't need to be there to see that it was your car. He didn't need to get a look at the license plate to tell. He could tell just by the small little decal you had on the back window

Jason quickly turned the TV back off as they all nervously look over at Bruce as he continued to stare at the black screen

No words were said as they each moved closer to, but not touching, Bruce to show their support to him as he slowly processed the whole thing

The sound of his phone going off finally broke the fragile silence of the room. Bruce cleared his throat as he quickly picked up the phone, his hand shaking when he saw your name appear on the screen

He answered with a weak voice before he heard the woman's voice on the other line

The woman said she was your mother and slowly asked if Bruce had seen the news report. He could tell she had been crying even through the phone

She hesitated before explaining that it wasn't good and that the doctors said that after a few tests, it was declared that you were legally brain dead

Your mother chocked for a second before saying that she wanted to give Bruce a chance to say goodbye before the next steps were being taken

Bruce took a moment before saying that he would be there within the hour before hanging up the phone

He just sat there for a second as the silence blanketed the room once again

Alfred placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder before saying that he would drive to the hospital for Bruce

All the kids shared glances before getting up and going to pack away the dinner to give Bruce a minute

Bruce stood up before going to the door as Alfred followed close behind. The ride was silent as Alfred guided through the streets, intently going the long way to avoid the crash site

Bruce walked through the door before going to the reception desk to ask what room you were placed in

After getting directed to what room you were in, he saw a woman standing outside as she talked to a doctor. The woman turned her head and stopped the doctor before ushering him over

The doctor hesitantly walked away as your mother politely introduced herself before explaining the severity of the situation. That even with life support, you would probably not even survive one week with how you got hit

She said that you had talked so happily about the relationship the two of you had and believed that Bruce deserved to have his own goodbye

Bruce felt the words catch in his throat as he hesitants to ask if you would be left on life support or not

Your mom quickly explains the plan you had made for a situation like this before she glances at the room you were in. She offered to let him have the final goodbye in peace

Bruce gives a small nod as he gave her a small hug as he expressed how sorry that this had to be how they had met one another

The moment Bruce steps through the door, he feels the tears form in his eyes as he takes the sight of you laying there, basically lifeless on the bed

He walks over to the bed as his hand reaches out to touch yours

He just stands there for a minute as he stares at your face. His other hand coming up to gently brush his fingers over your cheek

He knows that there nothing he could do to potentially help make you recover. He understood this was going to be the last time that he was every going to get to lay his eyes on you

Bruce leaned down to rest his head on yours as he took a deep breath. Closing his eyes as the words finally seemed to come to him:

"I am so glad that I got to know you for the time that I did. Best thing you ever did for me was drawing on the first coffee sleeve. I'm gonna miss you and I... I love you."

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he pulled away. A sad smile gracing his face before walking back out of the room

He wrote his number and address on a small card before telling her that she could come to him if she needed any help

She had a weak smiled as she thanked him before giving him another small hug as she says to make him aware of all the things regarding the funeral and the burial spot

The ride back is just as quiet as the drive to the hospital. Alfred only giving a small glance towards Bruce as they drove up the driveway

Bruce walked through the door to find Dick standing there with a solemn look in his eyes. He tells Bruce that he can take the night to process everything and that he will handle the patrol

Bruce gives a weak nod as he walks through the manor and to his room so he could hopefully get some form of rest

No one had went to check on him to give him a chance to be alone with his thoughts for the night

Bruce just laid on the bed as he replayed all the moments that he had with you. A sad chuckle passing his lip before he decided to get some sleep

The next couple of weeks involved Bruce going to the funeral and going to the cemetery to put a small keepsake there to leave a part of himself there at all times with you

One day when he got back from work, Bruce was about to go to his office to sort out a few case files that he would be needing

There was a package on the desk the moment that he had walked in. He was concerned about what might potentially be in it before he saw your mother's name as the return address

Bruce carefully opened the package to see a picture frame that was carefully wrapped in some bubble wrap

He took out the frame and removed the bubble wrap to find a picture of you smiling at the camera as you jokingly point to Bruce who was behind you in the photo talking to someone off camera

Bruce remembered the day that photo was taken. It was your fourth date at the park and he was buying a snack from one of the vendors

He didn't know you had even taken any pictures that day. He stared at it for a moment before noticing a small note in the box the photo came in

He picked it up to see a small note from your mom

'I asked for a picture of the man that was making my child so happy. This was the one I was sent as I was told that he could be the one. I thought you would want it.'

Bruce stared at card for a second before a grin ghosted his lips. Setting the photo on the corner of the desk, he tucked the card in the corner

Sitting down in his chair, Bruce just admire it for a moment as he took a deep breath. Staring for a moment before getting the files that he needed together

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