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THE SUPER BOYFRIEND

Batfamily x Reader (mostly the Batboys)

Conner Kent/Kon-el x Reader

SUMMARY: Batsis!Reader gets her first boyfriend and her stupid brothers are worried. (5.7k words)

WARNINGS: fluffy crack fic, FEM!R + some use of Y/n sorry, protective brothers and Bruce because yes, dramatic Dickie is his own warning because he's stupid and i love him. You can decide if Batsis is Bruce's biological daughter or adopted:)

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THE DC COMICS FANDOM SO PLEASE BE KIND IF YOU READ SOMETHING INACCURATE I TRIED MY BEST🥲🙏

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

Duke entered the manor expecting to find any type of scenario waiting for him, like a fight between the siblings over Alfred's last cookie or the same siblings playing some video games in the living room. But when as soon as he entered, he heard voices arguing animatedly, he followed them to the living room where he saw all them gathered together, some lying on the carpet like Tim and Cassandra and some distributed along the sofas and armchairs around them.

"I won't let it. Nope, nuh uh, not on my watch" Dick muttered with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his face, shaking his head.

"Dick, it's not really you that gets to decide these things" Tim replied.

"Yes it is if it's my sister we're talking about!" the older one immediately retorted. "She's my little girl! My princess! And i won't let her date anyone!"

"For the record, she's my sister too, Dickhead" Jason then said.

“TT, she's the sister of all of us Grayson, it's not like just because you're the oldest means you're the only one who can worry" Damian continued and Cassandra and Tim nodded.

Upon hearing those words, Duke noticed that in fact the only presence missing from the gathering of siblings was yours. Maybe you were still at school or out with your friends, he didn't know.

And even though he had that terrible feeling that by doing so he would be getting involved in one of those usual family dramas, Duke decided to join the conversation anyway.

"Why are you discussing about Y/n?" he asked calmly, entering the living room.

Everyone greeted him as he sat down on the couch next to Dick.

"Dickhead here thinks Y/n has a boyfriend and wants to act like the overprotective big brother" Jason replied from the other couch, nodding at Dick.

Dick looked at him with an annoyed frown.

"First of all stop calling me Dickhead. Second of all, you're as protective of her as i am, Jason, why aren't you the least bit concerned about this too??"

Jason shrugged.

"Dick she's 16, it's normal at that age to have a relationship"

"But we don't even know who he is!!" the other exclaimed with a terrified look. "What if he's dating her just because she's Bruce's daughter?? What if he's the son of a criminal?? What if he wants to kidnap her to get to us?? Oh God, what if he wants to kill her??!"

Duke hid a laugh behind his hand, while everyone else let out bored groans.

"How can you be sure she has a boyfriend?" Duke then asked.

"She's been spending a lot of time chatting on the phone lately and smiling a lot more than usual. Not to mention she often comes home later" Tim replied. "This is something you do when you're dating someone"

"Maybe she's just hanging out with her friends more?" the other retorted and Damian shook his head.

"It pains me to admit that i have to agree with Drake" he answered. "Y/n's behavior is unusual. And Grayson's theory is the most plausible one"

"And men are stupid. All of them" Cass added bluntly, causing all the boys present to look at her with an unsure frown.

"I think you're all worrying about nothing"

Another deeper voice suddenly intervened and made the 'kids' turn towards the entrance. Bruce looked at them with a calm smile, while Alfred also appeared behind him, taking off his jacket to hang it up.

"Bruce!" Dick exclaimed, rising to his feet. "How can you be so calm too?? She's your daughter!"

"So are Cassandra, Stephanie and Barbara. And you, Jason, Tim, Damian and Duke are my sons. I will always worry about each and every one of you" Bruce replied. "Y/n has been through worse things than a relationship, so i'm sure whoever this supposed boyfriend is won't cause us any trouble"

Alfred nodded.

"I agree with Master Bruce. Miss Y/n is perfectly capable of handling the situation, but if she ever finds herself in trouble then it will be her brothers' time to step in"

Dick sighed with his head down as Duke patted his back a couple of times and Jason smirked.

It was at that moment that the sound of the front door opening again rang out in the manor and Titus got up from the carpet to run to welcome whoever had just entered.

"Hiii Titus! Oh yes, i missed you too!"

Bruce smiled when he saw you crouch down on your legs to affectionately pet Titus, who licked your cheek a couple of times before walking away. When you noticed his presence you stood up straight and walked towards your father and gave him a quick hug.

"Hi dad"

"Hi sweetie"

Bruce bent his head to give you a quick kiss on the head and then you pulled away to let Alfred take off your jacket, hanging it next to Bruce's.

"Did you have a good day, Miss Y/n?" the butler asked you and you nodded with a wide smile.

Suddenly someone else rushed towards you, holding you tight in their arms. "I missed you sweetheart! Where were you??"

You giggled, hugging Dick back and rubbing your cheek against his broad chest as he patted your head affectionately as one does with children. You didn't mind when he or Jason got all affectionate (though Jason tended to do it more in private). They were your big brothers and you were very fond of them, like they were of you. Sure, you loved everyone else equally, but Dick and Jason had always helped and protected you when you needed it, so you could never refuse their gestures of affection when they were feeling particularly 'clingy'.

"I was out with some friends Dickie. We went to the mall and got something to eat. I thought Damian told you"

Dick whirled around to look at the smaller boy.

"You knew? And you didn't think to tell me?"

But Damian shrugged casually.

"You didn't ask"

Dick sighed and you looked at him with a remorseful smile. In fact you should have thought about it before telling Damian. Maybe it was best to tell Cass or Tim.

Dick walked away to let you get in the living room and sit with the others.

"What were you talking about here all together?" you asked innocently, sitting down next to Jason. "I wanna participate too"

Your brothers exchanged uncertain looks, but Tim took care of resolving the situation.

"Huh, we were deciding what to have for dinner"

"Oh" you nodded. "Anything is fine with me, the important thing is that Dickie doesn't cook it"

"Hey!"

And everyone burst out laughing.

It wasn't Dick's intention to eavesdrop, really. He was just heading downstairs to join Bruce and the others, but his ear couldn't help but hear the voice coming from your room. A voice that wasn't yours, but belonged to Stephanie.

"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND??!"

"Shhh! Steph no need to scream!"

It was stronger than Dick. Maybe it was his graceful athletic steps that made you not notice his presence outside your room, but still your brother couldn't resist the urge to stop and listen to what you, Stephanie and Cass were talking about . Just for a few seconds, he swears, then he would have left.

"Sorry sorry, i'm just surprised. I didn't think you were actually dating someone" the blonde continued.

"Dick was right" Cass added.

Dick grimaced, stopping himself from storming into your room and yelling an "Ah-Ha! I knew it!". This news was worse than getting punched in the face by Bane.

You lowered your head with a goan.

"Was it really that obvious?"

Cass nodded and Steph smiled.

"You know you can't hide anything from the guys. They're very careful when it comes to you, we both know that" she said, patting your back. "But first, when were you going to tell us mh??? It's been a while since we did a bit of gossip!"

You giggled sheepishly.

"I wanted to make sure it was official before i told you. We've been dating for a month and so far everything seems to be going very well"

ONE MONTH?!?

Dick nearly fainted on the spot. His beloved little sister had been dating a dude for a month... And he didn't know anything about it...

"But" you continued, playing with your hands. "I called you because i wanted to ask you for some advice. This is my first relationship and i think you are more experienced than me. And i think it would be embarrassing to talk about it with the boys or with Bruce"

Cass seemed surprised that you'd come to her for advice as well, while Steph waved a hand with a snort.

"Hey now, i'm not exactly the relationship master" she giggled. "But i'm always available to help you with some idiot boyfriend, you know that"

"He's not an idiot" you murmured with a shy smile.

Cass settled herself better on your bed. "Tell us something about him, so maybe we can help you"

It was at that moment that you looked back down at your hands, feeling your cheeks heat up and your heart beat a little faster.

"Well he... You both know him, actually. In fact, the whole family knows him, to tell the truth" you murmured.

Dick leaned closer towards the door, anxious.

Oh god, who could it be among all your friends. Was he a superhero or a civilian?

"And him and Cass... Dated for a while..."

Those words took a few seconds to take effect in the brains of those present and when Dick realized who you were talking about, his eyes widened in shock. No...

"It's Kon"

This time neither Steph nor Cass stopped themselves from letting out a chorused cry.

"WHAT?!"

WHAT?!

Dick would have loved to come into your room and say who knows what, but he knew that from the exact moment you said that name, he had other priorities. So he wasted no time and turned to run down the stairs. He didn't mind the fact that Steph came out of your room to check if she had heard any noise coming from outside, then shrugged and closed the door again.

The speed with which he was running almost made him fall down the stairs and if Alfred had seen him he would have sternly warned him not to run like a madman. But that wasn't the case and within seconds Dick reached the Bat Cave, where everyone was waiting for him.

Duke was the first to look at him with furrowed eyebrows, confused by his panting and wide eyes.

"Dick are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost"

Dick leaned forward to catch his breath.

"It's Y/n... She has a... She has a boyfriend"

Bruce turned away from the Batcomputer, where Tim was sitting, to look at him with a sigh. "Dick, we already talked about this-"

"I heard her talking with Steph and Cass, i found out who he is" the eldest son interrupted him, looking at the others one by one. "I just found out who's the delinquent that is dating our sister!"

Damian immediately took a step towards him, drawing his sword. "Tell me who he is, Grayson. I want to know if this guy really deserves to go out with her"

Damian was the youngest of your brothers, but that didn't mean he wasn't as fond of you as the two older ones were, despite his rebellious behavior and feigned insensitiveness to brotherly love. On a scale of protectiveness, he was third on the podium, right after Dick and Jason.

Jason reached out to grip Damian's suit around his back, pinning him in place.

"Calm down, Demon Spawn" he called with a smirk, then looked at Dick. "It can't be that bad. The only people i wouldn't want to see with her are Roy and Wally, but i don't think-"

"It's Conner Kent"

...

Everyone present turned to look at Dick as silence fell in the cave for a few seconds until it was broken by Bruce's icy tone.

"I beg your pardon?"

Jason remained silent with his eyes fixed on Dick, while his grip on Damian's suit loosened until he let go and the youngest began to swing his sword with gritted teeth.

"This is even worse than i expected" he hissed, then turned to look at Tim. "It's all your fault Drake!"

Tim looked at him with wide eyes. "Me?? Excuse me, but what does this have to do with me??"

"He's your friend and it's your fault that idiot is hitting on my sister!"

"She's my sister too you brat and we all know it's not my fault! I'm just as furious as you!"

Duke raised his hands trying to alleviate the situation.

"Come on guys, let's try to calm down"

Jason began cracking his knuckles.

"That little punk son of a bitch..." he muttered. "He had a lot of nerve to hit on the other sister after he ended it with Cassandra"

"They're still friends..." Duke tried to say, trying to come to Kon's defense, but he was ignored.

Seeing that all four boys were too busy smoking out of their ears in anger, he tried to turn to Bruce for help calming the situation.

"Bruce tell them that- Oh no..."

But compared to the four sons, Bruce had an even more furious and frightening expression on his face that made Duke jump in fear. And before he could say anything else, Damian quickly passed him marching towards the stairs.

"I'm going to talk to Y/n" he muttered with a pout on his lips.

"I'm coming with you" Dick added.

He was immediately followed by all the others, while poor Duke bringing up the rear, was thinking of a way to stop them. But just before he could reach the upper floor, someone else positioned himself in front of Damian, blocking the entire line's passage.

"Where do you all think you're going?" Alfred asked sternly.

Jason leaned out from behind Dick, looking at the butler worriedly.

"Y/n is dating Conner Kent"

Alfred remained impassive.

"I don't see where the problem is, Master Jason"

"And Kent is an asshole" Damian piped bluntly.

The butler glared at him. "Master Damian, moderate your language"

"No no, he's right" Tim continued. "Kon is my friend, but he's an idiot. I don't want him and my sister dating"

Alfred let out a sigh, looking at the boys one by one.

"I thought we had already discussed about this topic. Your sister's love life is not something that concerns you personally"

"But Alfred-" Dick tried this time, but the man cut him off by raising a hand.

"No buts, Master Richard. We have already clarified the matter. You can insult that boy all you want but Miss Y/n is not the person to let anyone walk all over her. She doesn't need five nosy people meddling in her private life"

"I'm her father. I just want to talk to her" Bruce said, his eyes worried.

Alfred looked at him solemnly.

"If the girl wants to talk to any of you she will come to do so when she deems it appropriate. Until then i forbid you all to insist. Am i clear?"

Bruce and the boys nodded dejectedly. "Yes Alfred"

The old man nodded.

"Good. Don't you have to prepare for tonight's patrol?"

And without saying anything in protest all six returned to the cave with their heads bowed.

A couple of weeks passed and those were the most stressful days of the lives of your brothers and your father, who had only waited in terror for the moment when you came to them crying and saying that your boyfriend who you had kept hidden from them had left you or cheated or hurt you. But to their relief none of this happened, until one evening at dinner, reluctantly, you announced that you wanted to tell them some news.

"I have a secret i would like to share with you" you began with a nervous smile, feeling your siblings' gazes on you. "Well, Cass already knows, but i wanted to wait for the right time to tell you"

Damian who was sitting next to you, kept his gaze on his plate and continued to chew the food in his mouth in an offended manner, as if he really didn't intend to listen to what you had to say (and in fact he was). The last thing in the world he wanted was confirmation from you that you were dating a stupid boy like Conner Kent.

Jason gripped tightly the fork he was holding, so tightly that it bent slightly, but you didn't notice.

Dick had one leg bouncing frantically from under the table, but he tried to mask the annoyance he felt (not for you, obviously) by giving you one of his classic sweet smiles.

Tim, on the other hand, looked you straight in the eyes with an expression you couldn't decipher: either it was the lack of caffeine in his body or he and the others had already understood everything. And something told you it was the second option.

The only ones besides Dick who were giving you an encouraging smile were Cass and Duke.

Bruce on the other hand, had both elbows on the table and his chin resting on top of his crossed hands, while his blue eyes peered into your soul. He too was giving a small smile in your direction, but you could tell from a mile away that it was more to give himself some confidence.

"Um... I just wanted to tell you that i've been dating a guy for a while now and..." you murmured with a shy smile and warm cheeks. "Yeah, in short we went out together and a few days ago he asked me to be his girlfriend. That's it"

"This is awesome Y/n" Duke said with an excited smile. "I'm happy for you"

You thanked him and then looked between all the other brothers.

"TT" Damian muttered. "I guess this means that sooner or later this idiot will come to our house and eat our food and-"

"Master Damian" Alfred's voice rang reproachfully from the kitchen and Damian fell silent, slumping in his chair with a pout and his arms crossed. You looked at your little brother worriedly, even though you expected such a reaction.

"That's good news sweetheart" Dick piped, his smile trembling. "It really is. I'm happy for you, truly, haha..."

"Really Dickie?" you asked with an uncertain tone, not convinced by the tone of voice your brother was using. "You don't look happy"

"Of course i am, princess, i mean it!" he retorted, reaching out to cover yours since he was sitting across from you. "After all, sooner or later it had to happen to you too, right?"

"Can we know who he is?" Tim's voice then intervened.

You looked at him, biting your lip, suddenly even more nervous than before.

"Promise you won't get mad?"

If he hadn't found out that day from Dick, Tim would now have suspected the worst upon hearing those words. But with all his heart he hoped that the older one was wrong and that you weren't actually dating Kon.

But seeing the fear in your eyes Tim gave you a reassuring smile.

"I promise"

He wouldn't be mad at you. At Kon though? Oh, he was going to kick his ass.

You smiled back and then took a small breath, glancing at Cass who nodded at you.

"It's Conner Kent"

Right after your confirmation two heavy grunts came from Jason and Damian, while Duke and Cass chuckled.

"But he's an idiooot!" Dick whined and Jason raised a hand, muttering an "I agree".

You gave them a look. "He's not an idiot. He's sweet and super funny and he's very kind to me"

"It was the same with Cass and yet-"

"Jason" this time it was Bruce's turn to interrupt one of the boys. "That's enough"

Silence fell in the dining room and you turned to look at your father, who was looking at you with a stern expression.

“Sweetheart” he called to you and you settled more comfortably in your chair under his piercing gaze. “You're old enough to be in a relationship on your own and i trust you completely. I know you girls hate it when a man acts like a protective father, so i just want to know one thing in all honesty: does he love you? Does he respect you?”

Despite the seriousness of the speech, you felt your lips automatically curve upwards as you thought of Kon. You were madly in love with him and you couldn't stop the butterflies in your stomach at the mere thought of him.

“He does” you nodded with a shy smile. “It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but our friends say he "treats me like a queen". Their words, not mine. I always have the best time when i'm with him”

Damian and Tim made disgusted faces, while Dick let out a tender smile, noticing the love in the way you were talking about him.

“I really like him and i care about him, you know? And i hope he feels the same way i feel about him, because i'd like to keep seeing him. And if what's between us ever ends, then i hope that we'll still remain on good terms” you concluded.

Your family looked at you in silence for a few seconds, until your father finally smiled.

“Very well” he nodded. “I say that this is enough to resolve all the doubts that your brothers and i had”

“Really??” you asked him, eyes bright with excitement. “So it's not a problem? Are we good?”

Bruce grabbed his fork, ready to start eating the food he had left aside for your little interrogation. “As long as Conner is okay i'm okay. If he makes you happy then i don't see why i should get in your way”

You got up from your chair to go hug Bruce and you noticed that Cass and Duke gave you a thumbs up, also happy that the drama of the situation had dissolved.

“Thanks dad!” you exclaimed, leaning down to give him a loud kiss on the cheek and he rubbed your back with his free hand.

“Anything for you sweetheart” Bruce returned, while from the kitchen doorway he saw Alfred give him a satisfied smile.

Then you raised your head to look at Tim, while your father resumed eating.

“Are you really not mad Timmy?”

Tim let out a sigh and shook his head with a small smile.

“Nah i'm not, i promise. Kon's an idiot, but at least we know you're safer being with someone we know than a stranger. I trust him”

You smiled back, relieved to hear his words. Out of all your brothers Tim was the one you were most worried about since he and Kon were on the same team and you didn't want to ruin their relationship.

And speaking of the other brothers...

Before you could sit back down at the table, two large, muscular bodies glued themselves to yours, holding you in their arms.

“My little princess is growing up!” Dick whined, his eyes teary as he frantically rubbed his cheek against your hair. “It seems like only yesterday i was helping you with your math homework and now... Now you have your first boyfriend!”

“Dickie...” you sighed.

On your other side, Jason held you even tighter and more possessive than his other brother and you thought it was a miracle that you could still breathe.

“I know Conner is Tim's friend, but i swear that at the slightest mistake i'll-"

“I know, i know” you interrupted him. “You'll cut off his penis?”

“Oh i can do even worse than that, sissy” he said in a tone that was a mix of teasing and threatening, typical of Jason. “I'd like to see how far a half-Kryptonian can go”

You giggled and raised your arms to hug your two older brothers back as much as you could given their large frames. Then your gaze fell on the figure of Damian, who until then had remained silent and sulking.

“Dami?”

His bright green eyes looked up at yours.

“Everything okay?” you asked him softly.

He shrugged and frowned at you, even though you knew his bad mood wasn't due to you. Not personally at least.

“I guess” he just said and you nodded understandingly.

As i already said, Damian was also particularly fond of you and considered you one of those very few people in front of whom he could drop his tough mask. But unlike Dick, he wasn't good at expressing the love he felt for you as your brother to an audience. If he wanted to ask you for help with something, he did it in a low voice so that others couldn't hear him. If he was feeling down and in need of a hug from a female figure like his older sister, then he made 100% sure that none of his other relatives were present (the only exceptions were Alfred and Bruce). And if he wanted to express his concerns and suspicions about your stupid boyfriend to you, then he would have done it in the privacy of your or his bedroom, hidden from prying eyes and ears.

“This is unbelievable...” Dick whimpered again as neither he nor Jason loosened their grip around your body. “One day my beloved baby sister comes home with her boyfriend and the next day she will run away to get married to him and start a family”

“DICKIE!” You exclaimed, eyes wide in embarrassment.

And right after you, the angry and indignant voices of your brothers also joined in, insulting him for making that stupid comment. Bruce, along with Cass and Duke, laughed in amusement.

You texted to Kon that same evening, eager to tell him the good news.

YOU

I told them.

KON💙

How did it go?? What about Cass?

YOU

Cass and Duke are happy, no need to worry. And you might think it's strange to hear this but Bruce is fine with it too^^ I would tell you that the worst is over, but i'd be lying ahah.

KON💙

Tim is going to kill me, isn't he?

YOU

Not him, if that's any consolation. But i can't assure you anything about the other three. Especially Jason and Damian.

KON💙

It's okay, i'm Clark Kent's clone, i can take on a team of overprotective vigilantes, one of which doesn't even reach my knee.

You laughed as you read the message.

YOU

You're an idiot.

KON💙

Just for you babe. Hey, i was thinking, you wanna go out this weekend? How about i take you to the cinema?

YOU

I would love to~ Can't wait.

KON💙

Me too. I'd like to talk to you all night but i have to go now, sorry love.

YOU

It's fine, don't worry. Goodnight Kon<3

KON💙

Night babe, love you<3

YOU

Love you too<3

And that night you went to sleep with butterflies in your stomach and your heart pounding, just like every other night you texted him.

A few days later...

“I believe Mr. Kent has arrived for Miss Y/n's date”

Alfred barely had time to finish that sentence that four out of five brothers catapulted towards the front door. Luckily you were still upstairs finishing getting ready for the movie night so your brothers had a few minutes to talk to him. Alone.

When Conner saw the door open he smiled brightly thinking about meeting your face, but as soon as his eyes saw the other four pairs of eyes looking at him murderously he felt his smile falter.

“Hey guys~”

Immediately the half-Kryptonian found the tip of a sword blade pointed at his face and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Come on, do you think that low of me?” he jokingly asked, lifting his sunglasses up to his forehead so he could see them better.

“Yes”

“A little”

“Much”

“You bet” they chorused without hesitation.

Kon turned to Tim, who had his arms crossed over his chest and was looking at him unimpressed.

“Tim you too?? I'm your teammate! We're friends!” the former chuckled nervously. “Don't you remember that saying? Bros before-”

“I suggest you don't finish that fucking sentence if you still want to take my sister on your date, you little shit” Jason hissed, narrowing his eyes. “You're half Kryptonian anyway, i have no problem shooting all the bullets i have at you and seeing how many it takes to make a hole your body”

Conner managed to notice a gun that was hidden under Jason's jacket and although that sight didn't surprise him he nodded frantically, trying not to touch the sword that Damian was still pointing at him.

Then it was Tim's turn to speak up.

“I'm only doing this because it's my sister, okay?” he said sternly. “I trust you and most importantly she trusts you. You better not do any bullshit, understand?”

Kon stared back, no longer intimidated by the presence of the four Robins.

“Look, just because you're her brothers doesn't mean you're the only ones who love her. I care about her and this relationship too, okay?” he said with determination, slowly lowering his hands. “Give me a chance to prove it”

The other four exchanged thoughtful glances, as if they were having a mental conversation. Then after a few seconds, Dick placed a hand on Damian's shoulder.

“Dames, come on”

The younger one hesitated, but then lowered the sword to put it back in its sheath and Conner refrained from letting out a sigh of relief. Not that he was terrified of the four vigilantes, but he didn't want his name to be the first on their blacklist for much longer.

“TT. You better watch your back, Kent” Damian muttered and the other rolled his eyes, ignoring the murderous look he was still staring at him with.

Dick pushed through the group, leaning down to look Conner in the eye.

“I want her home by 10pm sharp. Not a minute later” he ordered, pointing a finger at his chest and Jason nodded in agreement.

Conner also nodded and put a hand to his forehead like a soldier, giving him an arrogant grin. “Yes Sir”

It was at that moment that your voice rang from the stairs, like an angel opening the gates of salvation to Kon.

“Is everything okay there?”

Dick was the only one who dropped his menacing look to give you a wide smile, as if nothing had happened.

“Sweetie, hey! Oh my, look at you you're so pretty!”

Your face warmed up when you saw the eyes of everyone present resting on you as you went down the stairs and you smiled awkwardly, especially due to Kon's presence.

“Thanks Dickie. But it's just a trip to the cinema, nothing special”

Damian's glare softened without him realizing it. “Sister, you would look pretty even with a garbage bag on your head. Though i can't say the same for Drake and Todd"

Jason smacked him on the back of his head while Tim said "Shut your mouth, you little devil", glaring at him.

But even though your ears could hear their argument, your eyes were now fixed on Kon's, who you rarely saw as he often wore his round sunglasses. And even if his usual rockstar look suited him a lot, (the sunglasses, the leather jacket, the gloves on his hands, the gold earring on his left ear), you liked being able to look straight into his blue eyes every now and then.

“Hi” you said with a shy smile.

Conner returned the smile with a more confident one, tuning out the presence of your brothers. “Hey sweetheart”

You made your way through the others to reach him and as soon as you were in front of him he placed his gloved hands on your hips, ready to kiss you (on the cheek of course, better not on the mouth). Still a big mistake.

“Hands where i can see them, punk” Jason's threatening voice boomed from behind you.

“Can you avoid doing these things when we're still here at least?” Tim grumbled with a disgusted grimace.

Kon removed his hands from your body in a split second as he gave you a pleading look that seemed to say "Please let's leave" and you giggled, then turned to look at your brothers.

“We're going” you said, giving them a reassuring smile. “I'll see you tonight, okay?”

Jason took a step towards you to give you a quick hug. “If anything happens call me and i'll come to kick his ass, hm?" he whispered next to your ear.

“I know you will Jay. But i'll be fine, trust me. All of you” you replied before kissing his cheek and he nodded uncertainly.

You repositioned yourself next to Kon and took his hand in yours, ignoring the way Damian stared at your joined hands.

“Have fun, princess” Dick said with a smile and then he looked at Conner with a knowing look. “But not too much fun, yeah? I'll know if anything happens”

You and your boyfriend nodded dutifully and finally turned on your heel to leave for your date.

“Wait” Tim called. “I'm going to call Alfred for the car”

But Conner raised a hand. “Nah, no need”

He lowered his glasses back onto his nose, then ran a hand through his unruly locks to give himself a quick fix. You admired him with loving eyes and he smirked at you, aware of the effect he had on you everytime he did that. Then in one quick move, he lifted your body into his arms and you automatically wrapped yours around his neck, preparing for takeoff. Lastly, he turned to send a goodbye smile to the guys.

“See ya!”

You barely had time to wave goodbye to them for the last time when Kon took flight with a quick sprint, wanting to get away from Wayne manor (more from your brothers) as soon as possible.

Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian watched your figures move further and further away in the night sky, until they became small dots that then disappeared among the stars.

“Stupid show-off” Damian grumbled.

The others nodded, then they turned back inside and closed the door.

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creator1mpersonator · 29 days ago

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Through the Mirror

01. Fascination Street

Inspired by Coraline, reader is gender-neutral, no use of Y/N, google translate french

Taglist: @agaygothicmushroom

Dinner that night came from a local fast food joint that was wholly unremarkable. Everything in that town was unremarkable, it seemed. Your father, bless his soul, was doing his best to make the most of this abrupt change while your mother remained less than pleased about the whole thing (despite this whole move being for their job.) After dinner was done, you helped clean up and jumped at the opportunity to take out the trash so you could escape the stuffy tension between your parents for just a few seconds. You went outside, holding the Glad bag by the knot as you walked to the trashcan by the side of your home.

You took in your street’s appearance at night. The neighboring houses were dark, and a few light posts emanating a harsh orange light stood tall in the street. It was almost eerie, but perhaps that was just your perception. You tossed the bag inside the trashcan and walked back inside. Your mother had left the kitchen table, leaving your father alone to work on his laptop. You felt a bit bad, offering him a smile of encouragement as you closed the front door and locked it for the night. You went up to your bedroom, looking through your boxes and backpack for an adequate set of pajamas for the night before you began unpacking the next day. You decided on a faded band tee and a pair of pants that had cats printed on them before changing and climbing into bed. The house was quiet, save for the groan of the house settling. After a while, you found yourself falling asleep.

When you woke up– or more adequately were woken up– everything was dark. You heard something tapping on glass, and you sat up to see a raven tapping its beak against the mirror. You were astounded to find a raven in your damn bedroom of all places, until you realized you were surely dreaming. You got out of bed, socked feet pattering gently against the hardwood floors as you approached the bird. It cawed at you, tapping at the mirror a few more times before flying through.

Your eyes widened, not believing what you just saw. Even for a dream, that seemed far-fetched. It became more absurd when the mirror reflected swirls of purple as if trying to lure you in.

Even more absurd was the fact you crawled through. You climbed onto the dresser beneath the mirror and went through. It was just a dream, what's the harm?

You found yourself in an alluring tunnel of wonderful colors, and you crawled through into a lavish living area. The furniture was golden with plush purple velvet, the walls had a vintage-type wallpaper, and many extravagant chandeliers hung above you. You stood up to your full height, looking around and taking in the new space when you heard footsteps approaching. A short but rather pretty boy with fluffy lilacl hair and big blue eyes came into view, walking towards you with great purpose.

“There ya are!” he exclaimed, his southern accent heavy, “Vil’s gonna throw a damn tantrum if he don’t find ya!”

He was expecting you? Who was he? Who was Vil?

“I’m sorry, who are you?” You asked, taking a cautionary step back.

The boy blinked at you.

“Oh, yeah. Vil said ya’d be confused,” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, “Sorry ‘bout that. I’m Epel.”

“Ah, hi Epel.” You greeted, “I’m–”

“I know who ya are,” Epel cut you off.”

“...Right.”

“C’mon,” Epel said, turning around, “Vil’s gonna bite his manicure off if he don’t see ya soon.”

Seeing no other choice, you followed Epel. Besides, this place seemed fascinating and you wanted to see what’d happen next.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who’s Vil?” You asked Epel, falling into step next to him.

“A real hardass.” Epel grumbled, “He’s da queen of this place, real pretty. He just don’t got the heart to match.”

You hummed, feeling a bit nervous about meeting this Vil now. Epel led you through the halls of the building, and you felt like you were being led through a maze. You also couldn’t help but notice that there didn’t seem to be anyone else there but you and Epel. But, just as you went to ask Epel, he led you into a grand common room. It was similar to the room you entered through, but a grand throne sat against the back wall. Peacock-like feathers sat behind it, decorating it with an air of grandeur and importance and you swore you heard Epel scoff before straightening up like a soldier being inspected.

On the throne sat a beautiful man, more than Epel described. He was tall with porcelain-like skin, and no imperfection was visible. He had shoulder-length blonde hair that faded into purple towards the ends and purple eyes. Another man was standing next to the throne, tall and an oddly fearsome smile sat on his face. He too had blonde hair, though his was styled like a bob and sharp green eyes. A hat with a large plume sat on his head.

“Is that them?” the man on the throne, Vil, asked. Epel nodded, and Vil approached you. He seemed almost happy to see you until he saw something that displeased him: your attire.

“What in the Seven are you wearing?” He asked you, eyes narrowed as he scrutinized your pajamas. You looked down to look at your attire.

“What’s wrong with it?” You timidly asked, feeling like a specimen beneath Vil's scrutinizing gaze.

“Please, Potato-” potato? “What isn’t wrong with it? This is hardly adequate for such a lovely being as yourself.” Vil huffed, as if his being in the presence of a faded The Cure was a personal offense.

“Rook,” Vil called, and the blonde man who stood next to him approached, “find suitable nightwear for our guest.”

“Of course, roi du poison.” Rook said, bowing in reverence and beaming at you before he walked out of the room. Vil sighed and moved some hair out of your face.

“Come along now, you two.” He said, beckoning you with a graceful wave of his hand. Epel followed like a sleeper agent, and you followed Epel.

“No doubt you are confused, potato.” Vil stated, continuing to use that nickname for you, “This is the dorm of the Fairest Queen, Pomefiore. I am the housewarden, and Rook is the vice-housewarden.”

“A dorm? So, this is like a school?” You asked. “Exactly. Aren’t you bright?” Vil hummed, and you couldn’t tell if he was being condescending or not. You also noticed that Vil was in no particular rush to give any context about the rest of the school, or of the other students that should’ve been there. It was a school, right?

Your surroundings were beautiful. You saw a vast landscape outside, and the halls of Pomefiore were clearly immaculate. If Vil was the leader, he certainly did a good job at it.

“This shall do nicely.” Vil said, stopping abruptly in front of a door and in your distracted state, you nearly bumped into Epel. Vil opened the door, revealing an uninhabited dorm. A large bed was in the middle, lacy white curtains hanging from the ceiling as a canopy. Two large stained glass windows were on the wall to the left, with deep red curtains. There was a dresser and nightstand, both of regal design, soft carpet and an empty desk. Warm lights shone above, giving an almost cozy atmosphere.

And above the desk was a mirror like the one in your true bedroom.

“Do you like it?” Vil asked you, and you nodded.

“It’s beautiful.” You said. “Good. I’d hate for you to stay in an inadequate room.”

“What do you mean?” “Well, this shall be your room for when you stay here,” Vil said, gently placing his gloved hands on your shoulders. That made you pause.

“What is this place?” You asked.

“It’s Pomefiore, darling.” Vil said, “I’ve already told you this.”

“No, I mean all of this. I’ve never heard of a place like Pomefiore.”

“Ah, well of course you haven’t. This is a world completely unlike your own.” Vil clarified, gently squeezing your shoulders.

You didn’t have much of a chance to ask any further questions before Rook found the three of you (with startling accuracy), holding something silken in his arms.

“I believe I’ve found something magnifique for notre petit trickster!” Rook happily exclaimed. Right, Vil sent him to find you proper pajamas.

“Wonderful, Rook.” Vil said as Rook laid the clothing onto your bed. It was light purple and silky, with the crest of Pomefiore on the breast pocket. It looked expensive and comfortable.

“I– Thanks, this is incredibly kind of you.” You said, and Rook’s off-putting smile only got wider.

“You have no reason to thank us, potato.” Vil said, gently lifting your head with the tip of his fingers beneath your chin, “we just wish to see you happy and comfortable.” Epel and Rook nodded in agreement.

“It is certainly late, you should sleep. A healthy sleep schedule is imperative for maintaining your beauty, you know.” Vil said, “do you need anything before we leave you be?”

You shook your head.

“Very well then. Goodnight, potato.” He squeezed your shoulder, before leaving. “Bonsoir, trickster.” Rook cooed, leaving second.

“Goodnight, ___.” Epel said, and you noticed his southern accent wasn’t noticeable in his voice the way it was before. He left last, closing the door behind him.

You changed into the silk pajamas Rook brought you, before crawling into bed. The warm lighting created a calming ambience, and you soon fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were back in your original bedroom. And despite it supposedly being a dream, you still had on the silk pajamas.

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