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Just a quick thought while I'm on the train, but what if before she was Lioness she was Lynx idk

Would it be too cring to call one of the readers "meowlody" ?? Like as a villain name?? Maybe one of them is white kitty/snowcat?? Maybe they'll be Tim's lover 💞💞

OR we could have "Lionness" and maybe she's the most tragic of them all... maybe she's the one who goes through something like Jason. Maybe she dies and comes back to life...Maybe for Jason's darling it depends what road he goes down. If Arkham Knight that his darling is "Lioness" if red hood than his darling is "Stray". Either or this could be fun

Love to hear your thoughts on this ~💋💋

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Guys... just Cillian Murphy's Scarecrow... that's it, that's the post

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Awwww thank you!!!! That’s so sweet, I’m glad you liked my work ❤️

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No you should post it, trust me I have gotten art from my fics in the past and I literally cried, trust me if you do this you will absolutely make someone’s day

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Hey, I got a question for my readers of Always Prey But Never A Bird…

How attached are you to the side characters in the story, like Daughter!Darlings friends? Like if something happened to them you y’all be upset?

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I feel like this is me and @yandere-wishes but we are just both writers…

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Guys wait... my girlfriend suggested that Daughter!Darling and Roy Harper should end up together cause like Roy used to be Green Arrow's sidekick and Daughter!Darling based her vigilante persona off of Black Canary and like the parallels- ugh!

But ya'll want her to die, so.....

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Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

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Taglist: @jsprien213 @toast-on-dandelioms @plsfckmedxddy @lilyalone @sydneyyyya @yandere-wishes @cxcilla @nemesis-writer @sadslasher13

“Hey bugaboo, you need to eat something.” You heard Tim speak as your door opened and he stepped inside, walking over to your bed and he sat down on the edge of your bed, reaching out to rest his left hand in between your shoulder blades on your back. “Alfred made breakfast if you want to come downstairs or I can bring something up here.”

“I’m fine.” You responded, not moving a single muscle as his hand reached up to pull away the hair off of your face as you lay down, letting it slip from his hand and falling down your back.

“You’re not fine, you haven’t moved since you got here.” He sighed, his hand slipping away and tucking itself into his hoodie pocket. “You have not eaten or showered, it has been eighteen hours, you have-“

“I can’t… I’m tired Tim.” You sighed and reached for your phone on the nightstand, it somewhat surprised you that Dick left that behind but it was understandable why, to leave you cut off from everything right now would be like leaving alone to die, you were unstable and they all knew that. You turned on your phone and you could see the wall of notifications, unread messages from your friends and Gabriel along with at least twenty missed calls from Gabriel. You groaned and dropped your phone down on your bed and buried your head into the sheets. You glanced at your older brother, half your face still buried in the bedding, and it took you a moment to make yourself talk because you just felt tired and far too exhausted. “…I’m sorry about… you know…”

“Throwing me at a mirror? I figured…” He sighed and you felt the weight on your bed shift and the blanket over you is pulled over Tim as well and you felt his arms wrap around your waist and he pressed his head into the crook of your neck as you felt his hands rest on you bare stomach as your shirt had ridden up a little, his hands were cold to the touch which would have made you jolt if you already did not feel so incredibly numb. “I can take it, besides you were scared and it was not your fault, you’re safe now.”

“Safe in Gotham? You’re joking right?” You huffed, closing your eyes, hoping to fall back asleep and that he would just let it be, but when have they ever just left you alone? You felt Tim’s breath on your neck as he moved his head so that his forehead was pressed against the top of the back of your neck.

“C’mon downstairs, you need to eat something.” At his words you groaned and took your blanket from where it lay over him as you turned over on your stomach and threw the blanket over you and tucking the edges of the blanket underneath you. You could practically feel the eye roll from Tim, even if you could not see it, as he stood up from your bed and walked over to your bedroom door. “Okay, be that way, but I can’t promise you’ll like the outcome.”

You heard his footsteps trail off, though the asshole of your so called brother never closed your bedroom door, leaving it wide open to the hallway. You enjoyed the peace and quiet for the few minutes you had it and you silently prayed that they would forget about you and get distracted in conversation about their current or upcoming cases and or missions, but again, they never forget about you or leave you alone. You could hear and feel the heavy footsteps against your bedroom floor as another person walked a few minutes after Tim had left and you almost instantly knew who it was, Jason. You could have moved, but you felt too tired to and you certainly did not expect what he ended up doing in grabbing you in the blanket before you could react and throwing you and the blankets over his shoulder like a makeshift bag with you inside.

“Jason, this isn’t funny!” You shouted at your older brother as he carried you out of the room in the blanket like a sack of potatoes, you had the faintest memory of him doing this same thing to you as a child, maybe you were eight or nine years old, not to long after your mother and father got back together again, though that statement could be taken with a grain of salt, but you could not get a clear image of said memory in your mind. You were a lot smaller as a child, especially at that age, maybe a foot and a half shorter than where you stand now along with being about a hundred pounds lighter than you were now, not counting the twenty to twenty five pounds of muscle you have gained over the last four years of your life as a vigilante, but yet he still carried and treated you the exact same way over all these years. “Put me down!”

“Not happening.” You could feel the vibrations of Jason’s voice through the blanket and then when he took a step down the stairs you certainly felt it, the blanket bag bouncing as he walked down the stairs, your shoulder and side colliding against his toned back between the blanket which made you squeak in surprise. You could hear the voices coming from the dining room down the hall, or at least the family dining room, not the one that is used for parties and galas which only got louder as you got closer and then suddenly you were tossed over Jason’s shoulder and into a dining chair at a weird angle, the blanket draping over the chair beneath you.

“Master Jason, please refrain from carrying the young lady like a bag of produce.” You looked up to see Alfred across the table, he was setting plates of prepared food down for you all to take from, he looked up at you and smiled at you, and gave you a small bow with his head. “Good morning, Miss.” 

“Mornin’ Alfred.” You mumbled, slouching in your chair and you looked around the table. It seemed like everyone was over but people were still waking up and coming downstairs one by one. Jason took a seat down next to you, Cassandra was sitting on the other side of you, and then across the table, you could see Tim sitting down and sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling on your phone, his eyes flicking up at you for a moment, acting like he was not the one who snitched to Jason to get him to drag you out of bed. You glanced around the table and spotted there was a spot set for everyone set at the table, even a spot without a chair for when Barbara comes by to join you all for breakfast next to where Tim sat, Dick was probably picking her up. Then just like clockwork you could hear the front door open and the energetic voice of Dick from down the hall. Just as Barbara and Dick entered the dining room, Alfred set a cup down in front of you, it was hot chocolate since your father did not like you consuming caffeine but when you brought it up to your lips to take a sip you could smell the scent of espresso beans, it seems like Alfred was more in touch with the person you were than your own family, even with something as small as dietary preferences. “Thank you, Alfred.”

“Hey, sweet pea.” You heard Barbara speak as she rolled by you, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, and gave your shoulder a small squeeze. “How are you holding up?”

“I…I’m fine.” You replied as she rolled past, going around the table to take her spot next to Tim. You had a strange relationship with the police commissioner’s daughter, she was dating Dick for years but she treated you like her own sister, well a sister in the way your siblings treated you, which certainly was not normal. They all were overprotective and their relationship with you was not exactly healthy, but honestly, some of them were just clingy, and uncomfortable so, like Dick and Stephanie, especially Stephanie, then of course speak of the devil and they shall appear. After you replied to Barbara, the familiar blonde young woman stepped into the room along with Duke. Stephanie’s eyes immediately lit up and she practically skipped over to you and swung her arms over the back of your chair, giving you a hug and practically pinning you to the back of your chair. “M-morning, Steph.”

“Good morning, sleepy head.” She practically squeezed you harder from behind, practically knocking the air out of your lungs. Then luckily she finally let go, walking past Cassandra to sit down next to her. Then Duke walked past you, patting your head, brushing your hair with his fingers, his hand slipping away and slightly messing up your hair even more as he walked past Jason to sit down next to him. Something about Duke felt like he was not pretending that nothing was wrong, he knew what happened yesterday, you were traumatized as far as he knew, he was well aware of what was going on in your head right now, and everyone else was probably just walking on ice as to not set anything off in you and make you cry, you doubted that Bruce or Damian would force a smile, they probably would dive into investigating those photos after breakfast if they had not already, but they would never tell you. Cassandra was just quiet as always as she sat next to you, but that definitely did not cover up the fact that she was bothered, she knew that something was horribly wrong. 

“Master Bruce has a board meeting with investors for a new project, he will be back this afternoon,” Alfred spoke as he set cups down in front of Stephaine, Barbara, Duke, and Dick. Then just as Alfred spoke, Damian stepped into the room, his right hand resting against the upper back of the other person stepping into the room, your mother, it seemed that he woke your mother up after Bruce left this morning. “Good morning Master Damian, Mrs. Wayne.”

“Hello Alfred…” Your mother responded, only half awake as she walked over to her seat at the table but her voice trailed off as her eyes landed on you, sitting next to Cassandra and Jason. She sighed and pulled out her chair next to the head of the table, where your father would usually sit. “It seems your father was not joking when he told me you were back.”

“Ya…. Hi Mom.” You could only imagine the overwhelming feeling of guilt your mother held in her heart right now because over the years she was the only one who supported and encouraged your relationship with your now ex-fiance, though you have not told him that you were breaking up with yet, maybe it would just be best to ghost him, you doubted after seeing those photos, the reality of who he was, that he was the type of person to take rejection well, especially rejection from you, someone he had not forgotten about in years, someone he waited for years, never losing hope that you were still out there somewhere. You watched as everyone began to help themselves to the spread of food laid out in front of you all as your mother sat down and Alfred left the room to presumably clean up the kitchen. You almost completely lost your appetite at the thought of having to eat in front of them, it felt off to you, it felt fine with your friends, and you all felt comfortable with one another, there was no tension around one another or discomfort or even fear. You reached out and only grabbed two pieces of the warm toast, knowing they would not be exactly happy if you did not eat anything at all.

“Aren’t you going to get something else?” Stephanie piped up as she glanced over at your plate with barely anything on it, and of course, her words made everyone turn their heads towards you, except your mother who could not even make herself look at you. So now you were caught like a deer in headlights in front of all your so-called siblings. She did not even wait for a response from you, Stephanie just reached across the table to grab a bowl of roasted and seasoned potatoes and then reached across where Cassandra sat to put some on your plate, well some make it sound like it was a little, no the amount she put on your plate took up a quarter of the plate. “Hey Dick, pass the eggs please-” “I’m fine… I’m not really hungry.” You spoke up and you could see Barbara stiffen up from across the table, her hold on her own fork was so tight that her fingertips were starting to turn pink. “I just don’t have much of an appetite right now-”

“Were you fine when my dad and Detective Montoya kept food for the vigilante, Songbird, on them in case they ran into her, or rather you? You were starving weren’t you?” You immediately stiffened up at Barbara’s words, your blood ran ice cold as the dining room fell completely silent. Before you had Mr. Austen as your sponsor you had next to nothing, when you and your friends were runaways none of you could really get a job without probably being found and getting sent back home, especially you, you could not do anything outside of the mask, not if you did not want to get caught. Commissioner Gordon was no fool, especially with a small teenager who caught and stopped an organ trafficking ring before the GCPD even learned of it, he knew you were some street kid, well that was what you were when you ran away, and he knew he would be seeing more of you so him tossing you snacks after catching gangs and murderers were nothing to be surprised about, it was only surprising to him when you told him that he did not need to do that anymore when you got Mr. Austen as a sponsor, but Commissioner Gordon still did and over time Detective Montoya did it as well when you and Clove began working with her more often as well. “Judging by your expression it’s true, isn’t it?” “Barbara that is enough.” Your mother scolded the red-haired woman for her overprotective behavior, finally speaking up in the silent room. Your eyes looked over at your mother as she picked at her own food, clearly having lost much of her own appetite as well. “She is not starving now, she is just not hungry right now, a sentiment I share at the moment.”

“...May I be excused, Mom?” You hesitated to ask in front of all your siblings after what had just been said out loud. You looked up at her and finally, she looked at you and nodded yes and you could just see the pure pain and anguish in her eyes. So you stood up from the table and grabbed the blanket Jason had carried you down just a few minutes ago and walked towards to dining room door and before you stepped out you glanced at your mother.  “Thank you.”

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Not having to worry about running out of hot water is such a nice thing, back at the warehouse you all would take timed showers so you would not run out of running water in the middle of a wash, honestly, you could not remember the last time you had taken an actual bath, it had to be before you ran away four years ago. Your body just sank into the hot water after you turned off the facet and you slipped inside, it was slightly too hot but you could not bring yourself to care at the feeling of the hot water slightly tingling and burning your skin. The smell of strawberry scent soap filled your nose as you popped open the lid of the body wash and poured a generous amount of cleaning product onto your hand before you set the open bottle aside on the edge of the tub and began washing away any grime or sweat your body had acquired over the last day and a half.

But of course, there was a reason you gave up all these nice things, and the door to your bathroom just proved your point as Damian stepped inside. Your hands immediately went to cover yourself and your body sunk farther into the bath, trying to use the white bubbles on the surface of the hot water to cover up your naked body. 

“Have you ever heard of knocking?!” You shouted at your older brother, honestly, it felt strange now, you could remember him as a boy when you were little or the teenage boy when you were in high school together but now he was a fully grown man just like how you were a fully grown woman. “You have your own bathroom in your own room!”

“Stop overreacting, I want to talk.” He rolled his eyes at your words, your overreaction was how he would phrase it.

“Okay, we can talk when I’m wearing clothes and am not naked.” 

“You act like I have not seen you without clothes before.”

“That’s not a normal thing to say you know?”

“Your clothes… they cover your scars.” There was an audible ‘oh’ that escaped your lips after Damian’s words he spoke as he came to sit on the edge of your bathtub near the faucet so he was able to look at you. “I saw them when Father was dressing your wounds a couple of weeks ago after you fell off the bridge, where are they from?”

“The same place where you all got your own.” 

“No, I mean where you specifically got them.” You watched and surprisingly let Damian reach out to touch you, more specifically a scar near your collarbone from a blade. “Like this one, where is it from?”

“A rusted pipe I landed on when I got thrown by Clayface.”

“Two years ago, correct.” His words made you pause, looking at him with a look of confusion. “I have been keeping track or the stories about you and your… friends.”

“You just did not know it was me.”

“Correct.” He paused and looked away at the moment before looking back at you from where you sat in the bathtub. “Your fight with Firefly and Killer Moth a few months ago… you stopped appearing for a few weeks after that, how bad were those injuries?”

“I…I don’t like talking about that… my friend, Clove, got really hurt during that fight, a lot worse than me.” You shifted uncomfortably, you got burned pretty badly by Firefly on your back during that fight, but Clove, she only recently fully recovered from that fight before you met Talia a few weeks ago. Clove’s whole lower body was burned to some extent along with her left arm. 

“Let me see.”

“What?! No!” You snapped back, anger brewing inside of you for your brother’s disrespect for your trauma of what happened. You heard him sigh and he reached out to grab you by under the arms and slightly pulling you out of your water and looking over your body as you were divided between fighting against him or covering your body. Then his right hand grabbed your hands and forced them in front of your body and his left hand grabbed your waist and turned you around and a sigh escaped your lips as his eyes fell on the large burn scar on your back. His left hand trailed down your spine, past your other scars, a stab wound from from some thugs who tried to unmask you, a scar from a gash from a fall you took when you caught a girl who was trying to commit sucide and you saved her life that night, her name was Elizabeth and she was someone you still kept in touch with, checking up on her on your patrols, you became her hero and she loved you so much that her mother made a homemade plushie of you in your Sogbird suit. Damian’s hand rested flat against the damaged tissue on your back and you felt your brother hesitate for a moment before finally letting you go and you immediately pushed yourself back into the tub of hot water. Damian said nothing else, but there was a look in his eye that you could not quite place as he stood up from where he sat on the edge of the tub and made his way to the door. “Hey… Damian…”

“Yes?” “I need to go somewhere today as Songbird because I didn’t… I haven’t gone the last few nights.” You paused an sighed, you were lying to him but it was a half lie, you were going to do what you told him, but not just that since there was another stop you had to make. “There is a girl who lives down by city hall-”

“There girl who you saved from killing herself, correct?”

That’s right, he kept up with the news.

“Ya, I try to visit her on my patrols and I haven’t these last few nights and I am just worried about her-” “It… it’s fine, but don’t take long, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, thank you.”

You sighed as you leaned back in the tub and while you felt slightly bad for lying to your elder brother, you did not feel bad enough to say sorry or even feel remorse. You needed to speak to someone and get a little bit of advice that you could not ask someone for as the youngest Wayne because that would catch the attention of the press and you could not just ask anyone as Songbird since attention would be drawn as well as why Songbird, a vigilante, was asking for legal advice, so who better to go to than the former district attorney who was currently locked up in Arkham Asylum for his personality disorder, for lack of a better term.

You have a visit to make to Mr. Harvey Dent since no one will look twice at Songbird paying a visit to Arkham Asylum.

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Somewhere warm.

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Might have to click for detail.

Terrible and fucked up AU where after Harvey kills Jason's dad for being a dick, he becomes his new dad(s). (This is just an excuse to draw Harvey with baby Jason).

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Just a heads up to my readers of Always Prey But Never A Bird, the next chapter will contain darker topics as suicidal thoughts, depression, forced platonic intimacy, nudity, forced feeding, and past starvation.

This s is also a message to notify you all that the series will get quite a bit darker after this and include other topics such as body modification, extreme claustrophobia, extreme trypanophobia, hemophobia (fear of blood) in a medical setting, forced marriage, death threats on friends and family, cult like setting, kidnapping, gore, and potential death.

So if any of those thing irk you then this is your warning.

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Okay idk why but now I think that Dick would definitely baby trap her, especially after he sees her with her students or seeing a cat pick up her kittens by the scruff of their neck.

And besides it’s more fitting that he’s Nightwing now because it sounds close to a bird of prey than Robin does, and birds like falcons or eagles have been known to to snatch up cats or other small animals as their prey

But yes we are parents once again, multi universal parents.

which batboy does mittens have a crush on?

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Oh, good question!! @fancyfeathers mentioned that Mittens should probably be the eldest of Selina's sidekicks. And is closest in age to Dick Grayson. Which opens up one of my fav tropes of "Childhood friends to lovers" (but make it yancore!!!)

He'd been so sweet once, little boy wonder swinging along the skyline. Pretty like a sunset, decked out in reds and yellows. You'd watch him from your perch atop the scrappers. Arms nervously ringing around a bagged-up bundle of jewels. Your mentor would scuff making comments about fruitless morals and pretty boys.

Kittens chase robins. It's the way the world goes around, just like how black cats chase bats.

You sneak behind him, punching on his back and rolling him around. Robin kicks your ribs out of instinct, aims for your stomach next with his knee. He only stops when his masked eyes meet yours, when he sees the sweet playful smile adorning your lips. This is a game...

It's always been a game.

At least to you...

You'd only learn, years later, that it had always been far too real to Dick.

Your siblings are better than you at the whole "cat burglar" thing. They creep through the shadows and glide through half-open windows. They steal rubies and diamonds and pearls. They leave little scratch marks and lipstick stains on the safes they rob. They spend the nights being chased by bats and birds. And then when the sun threatens to shine once more they steal kisses and love bites.

You'd always preferred the day. The monotone ease found only under the sun's gentle rays. You prefer to give instead of take, your youngest sister always said it was Nightwings fault for that. That the first robin had rubbed off too much on you.

You still keep an old photo of Dick in your apartment, a silly little photo of two kids, smiling with blood between their teeth and haphazard empty gums. Dick's nose is bleeding, you have a black eye.

You can't quite remember who took the photo.

Bruce or Selina.

It doesn't really matter.

Some things are far too deep-rooted. Crystallized in blood. You've long hung up your mask, and handed in your whip. You've renounced the ways of the cat, renounced the ways of a rogues. You spend your days inside a school, teaching the young of Gotham, watching how the trauma seeps in prematurely, coiling and embedding itself into the lady Gotham's children. Hurt them young so they learn to survive.

You feel so guilty...

It's hard to leave lineage rotting in its grave, hard to abandon and reject that which pumps through your veins. You still pick the locks, still, slip through shadows as if they were a second home, you're still more feline than human. More freak than normal.

Only this time you don't have your mentor or your sisters.

You don't have your claws or whip.

There's a security guard with a gun.

Pointed straight at you...

Dick Grayson, Robin, Nightwing. He'd been so sweet once. You're glad to see the saccharine hasn't washed off. The boy wonder stands in front of you, although you guess he isn't much of a boy anymore. His uniform is hard on your eyes, reality glitches, you see him dressed in his sunset colors. Reds and yellows, young and free. Dick offers you a sweet smile,

"Hey, it's been a while..."

"Yeah, it has."

Dick assures the security guard he'll handle you. Still, you don't miss the way his blue eyes burn holes into the other man's back. He opens the car door for you before getting behind the wheel. On the way, you try to reason with him. For old time's sake, you beg. "I really was just trying to get those kids some toys, but there's so many of them and the prices these days are-"

"I know," Dick says, his bright smile sends your heart a flutter. "It's alright, I'll take care of everything." You laugh leaning back, looking at his reflection through the mirror, that broken nose did end up healing nicely.

He doesn't take you to the station, instead he drives to his apartment. Deep down you knew he'd never hand you in, he couldn't, he'd spent his whole life watching that bat excuse the cat. He can't go against his training, he too can't abandon his heritage. He pulls you out of the car and into a tight embrace promising he'll keep you safe. And you hate how he feels all so utterly safe, how he smells like home and happiness. You hardly notice how hard he squeezes and how hungrily his lips hover above your pulse point.

Thus he spoke but you don't remember listening.

He spoke of finally having you again.

Of loving you again.

You only ever catch the odd word.

Utterly distracted by the delicate twinkle in his ocean eye.

It's hard to focus on the words when for the first time in a long long time you finally feel like your old self again.

High off nostalgia.

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Okay, so all this being said there is an alternative.

@darkpeppermint had another idea, since Mittens is so different from the rest of her family, then she may not even fall for a batboy at all and just marry a sweet golden retriever farm boy...

And yet, despite the sweet fairytale twist they tried to propose. My sick and twisted brain heard the words "golden" and "farm boy" and immediately thought of PROFESSOR CRANE...

Maybe poor little Mittens ends up getting manipulated by the charming professor, Crane. Maybe they meet one day when she's taking her class on a field trip to Gotham U and ends up bumping into Jonathan.

There's just something so familiar about him. So nostalgic, he reminds her of home, of her family, of her childhood friends...he almost feels safe.

Welp Fancy, it finally happened we've become co-parents again.

Our children's list is Kachina and Mittens so far 🤣🤣 Let's see who gets adopted next lol.

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hi ml (platonic), i know you said you’re wanting requests because of writers block, and i wanted to ask if it’s just for justice league or if requests for mtp are ok too? feel free to ignore, take care of yourself!<3 (also, i’m assuming it was fancy who posted the writers block thing, since kitty is only taking requests for black butler🩵)

Ya it’s me Fancy, Kitty is just sorta an occasional writer right now, but as of now it’s just DC since that’s Sotta my current hyper fixation

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Having horrible writer’s block, send in requests please!!!

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I love this so much

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The problem with bats is that they tend to solely rely on their instincts, their carvings. They tend to forget their surroundings, that other creatures exist as much as they do.

Selina rings her arms around your frame pushing you closer, nose nuzzling your ear and cheek. Her hug only loosens when she hears the bat speak his echolocation ringing clearly through her ears.

"Daimian brought her home last, he's...he has a crush, I think."

Wasn't there some sort of new bat-eating fungus discovered in the north?

For a moment she debates asking Oswald to export in a batch or two.

"It's inevitable," Selina says, laying a bowl of food at the foot of the counter for the cats. Exhaustion seeps through her words, she speaks from experience, experience too deep to voice. "Bats are tenacious rodents, and robins are hard to kill. Mix that with demons blood and I'd say we're just about doomed." Your eyes stare up at her, even sideways, and anxious she's gorgeous. You'd always dreamed you'd grow up to be her. Inherit the claws and whip and lust for the endless shimmer.

But you're starting to think you'll never make it to that.

Not with the bird, who shows affection by breaking bones and spilling blood.

Selina doesn't like it, not fully, not utterly. She doesn't trust the boy wonder, doesn't trust a future she can not see. The boy is young and overbearing, he'll only end up trapping you within a glittering cage. Domesticating the girl he loves, satiating her by handing her pearls and diamonds and gold. He won't let her take, won't let her bleed for own life. She's seen one too many men like that, she's escaped every one of them. The bat may believe in freedom but his heir does not. And after all this time, all these years she refuses to let your sovereignty be stripped of you.

Be silent thy traitorous voices screaming sanguinity inside her wry head.

Voices that utter such affirmations, that say this is destiny, that this too must happen. Who safer than the son of the bat, the blood son at that? Freaks stick to freaks, masks, and capes, and cowls. Selina would never trust a normal man to treat you the way you deserve...

But she knows a Wayne never could either...

Selina watches as the Boy Wonder's kick nests in between your ribs. He wasted no time, swinging straight for you. Your body tumbles back, finally gaining enough momentum to filp landing on your feet, knees bent ready to pounce. Your claws tear through the flesh of his cheek, scrapping up the skin, freeing the red letting it mar the concrete. But the bird only slithers in closer, pecking your lips before, slamming his head into yours. Selina's eyes land on the bat, the darkness at the ledge, he stands immobile, as if actually watching a cat and bird fight, as if thinking this is nothing more than a cartoon playing at the drive-through theater.

She extends her whip, lashing it through the air letting the leather coil around Damian before pulling him away. The demon boy shrieks in anger, he kicks, and writhes vying for freedom. You land behind your mentor, hiding behind her. For the first time ever Selina is almost sorry her suit is so tight, sorry she can't provide more shelter.

"Can you please keep this one a leash, bats? It's starting to annoy my kitten."

Batman doesn't say anything, he only cuts away the rope and drags his son away.

"Aren't bats just rodents?" You ask arms crossed as you finally crawl out of your temporary sanctuary.

"Yes, why?" It takes Selina another moment before she finally tears her eyes away from the disappearing silhouettes in the skyline.

"So why haven't we just killed them?"

It's only back in the apartment that both you and Selina realize he took your stolen jewels too.

Selina curses she really liked that new necklace.

This could all be a cruel joke, Bruce thinks as he watches Damian sulking on his bed, arms crossed. Robin suit still on.

After all, what's funnier than the son you unknowingly sired with your ex-lover falling so madly in love with the adopted daughter of your complex midnight affair, who you may or may not be madly in love with...

Bruce can't think of one,

He doesn't even think Joker could come up with anything better.

Or worst.

He's too tired to fully tell.

"Hey, Bruce?" Tim asks, poking him with the sharp end of a frame. "Can you hand him this when he's done brooding? I'd go in but I need my bones intact for the next few days." Bruce sighs, taking the frame from Tim and inspecting it with worry. Sure enough, it's a picture of you crouching in an ally, stalking some prey or another.

He can't help but think his sons are progressively getting worse.

Regardless Bruce leaves the frame in Damian's room.

When he closes the door a little pride bubbles in his chest.

Bruce knows that freaks stick to freaks.

Masks, and capes, and cowls.

Who better to understand you than another who wears your endeavors?

Who can love an anomaly if not for another anomaly?

Bruce leaves, missing how the young heir, gently kisses your photo.

Running his hands across your photo, muttering a silent, simple 'I love you'.

Damian pricks his finger on his tooth.

Drawing a bloody heart around your face.

"You'll be mine my love" he promises.

He swears it on his cape and cowl.

He swears it on his lineage.

Tumblr keeps eating my asks when I try to answer 😭😭

But anyway heyy Anon, so to answer your question:

Selina is torn because she wants you to be free and live the life you want. This includes picking who you fall in love with and how the two of you spend your lives together. She finds Damian's obsession annoying, if not dangerous. She knows he'll try to "domesticate" you, to make you into nothing more than his doll. And really she just wants to buy you as much time as possible to be free. However, she also knows, deep down, that the only person who can really understand you is another "freak" whether a rogue or a hero. Someone who knows what it's like to wear a second skin. She just really wants you to pick who that "freak" is.

Bruce on the other hand is simultaneously proud and amused. A part of him really really understands why Damian would fall in love with Catgirl. It just goes to show how similar Damian is to him. A chip off the old block if you will. He also shares both Damian's perspective of seeing this all as legacy, as passing on the torch, feeling like in a way Damian is really ready to step in as the next Batman if need be. He however also shares Selina's perspective of "freaks" being with "freaks", really approving of his son falling for someone with obsessions and desires, someone twisted like they are.

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Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling

Always Prey But Never A Bird

Okay so it may not be the ending but just thinking about if Daughter!Darling joins Young Justice when she becomes the sidekick of Black Canary, like I don't know if it would be the comic version or the show version but slightly modified timeline so at the start of it or something, so Dick is Nightwing instead of Robin, I don't quite know that part yet, but if it ends up that way just imagining her joining soon after Artemis joins or they brought in at the same time. Like she spent a few months training under Black Canary and given her past work on her original team in Gotham it's for the best that she works with others since that is what she knows and is familiar with, though it would be a little challenging when she has to work with Dick who is seriously against her being a vigilante.

It's a struggle for her in reality, she is not used to an environment like with the team, the type of environment she is used to is living in an abandoned, while renovated, warehouse and taking on more rough and gruesome crime on a street level, things like murders or whatever someone like the Scarecrow or Two Face has going on. She does not like dealing with the order of the Justice League puts on the team, even when she moved to work with Black Canary she was still treated as an equal to her, an equal with a bit more to learn still. When she joins the team, she can hardly stand how she is treated, like sort of how Roy (or Will really) acted in the very beginning, but she decides to give it a shot because Black Canary and Green Arrow think it would be good for her and they were the first two Justice League members to take a chance on her and think she could one day be a member of the Justice League or at least on the level they are.

When she is on the team it only makes things harder than if she was not, she constantly gets into fights especially with her brother, like he throws her back in fights as if to protect her but it just disrupts the missions even more. Then it does not help that when she first joins that her father is the one assigning missions, giving her the more safe tasks but she always deviates because she does not want to be stuck on the sidelines while everyone else gets to see action.

She worked far better than her old team, but after their final fight together in Gotham they all went their separate ways, while they remain in touch with one another, Daughter!Darling is the only one continuing work as a vigilante, or a hero would be a better word for it now. Like at the end of the first season when they vote in members of the Justice League, she gets brought onto the team, well almost, she decides to ditch last minute, she is meant to be a street level hero, not a Justice League member, not yet anyway, maybe one day but as of now she needs to work on herself and become able to function on her own, find herself without a team because all her life she had someone looking over her shoulder if that be her father, one of her siblings, an ex-boyfriend, an old team member, a new team member, or even her mentors.

She is going to become her own hero; become someone she can be proud to be, find someone who also needs to grow alongside her, who needs to break free of what they've known just like she does, find a Rattlesnake to her Songbird.