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Ain’t Gonna Die Tonight - Macklemore with Eric Nally
I ain’t gonna die tonight You can’t kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can’t you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Didn’t come this far to lose Won’t let death make a move Might not mean much to you, but I’d die for this W Let my life be something to prove Every scrape, every fight, every cut, every bruise I lay it all on the line, I re-write these rules Victory in my sight, I will not lose
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Ain't Gonna Die Tonight - Macklemore with Eric Nally
I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Didn't come this far to lose Won't let death make a move Might not mean much to you, but I'd die for this W Let my life be something to prove Every scrape, every fight, every cut, every bruise I lay it all on the line, I re-write these rules Victory in my sight, I will not lose
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nightwing + his brothers 🐣🐣🐣
#File: Dick Grayson | Nightwing#File: Damian Wayne | Robin#File: Tim Drake | Red Robin#File: Jason Todd | Red Hood
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“What did you do in the past after solving a big case?”
…I think he did superman.
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I was thinking today about Damian having a nightmare and coming into Bruce’s room in the middle of the night to suggest that they’re under attack from Scarecrow. Bruce figures out pretty quickly that Damian’s self-described “acute mental disturbance” was actually just his kid having a bad dream, and eventually he just lifts the sheets and lets him snuggle in next to him, which Damian reluctantly accepts 🥺
Damian having to accept sometimes that he is still just a kid… that’s the shit that gets me 😭 Sometimes he gets scared. Sometimes he needs a hug, or to play with a cool toy, even if he doesn’t fully accept that himself.
Dont know if i’m going to take this any further, but if I do it’ll probably just be some simple moonlit lighting. god i love them,,,
ps. damian’s teddy is a gloomy bear. it has claws and blood on its fur and angry eyebrows that he added himself. he thinks it’s very menacing and much more true to real bears
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it seems to be pretty common fanon that dick grayson is the most tactile batkid but consider this. it’s actually cass
#File: Bruce Wayne | The Batman#File: Dick Grayson | Nightwing#File: Jason Todd | Red Hood#File: Tim Drake | Red Robin#File: Barbara Gordon | Oracle#File: Stephanie Brown | Spoiler#File: Alfred Pennyworth#File: Cassandra Cain | Batgirl#File: The Batfamily
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Clark knew where to go, but he felt more comfortable letting Bruce lead the way since it was his house. As they start up the stairs he feel’s Bruce’s hand in his begin to sweat and he takes a moment to look at him, “are you alright? Your hand is sweating…”
Bruce let out a nervous chuckle. “You know what I feel like a teenager trying to sneak in my date into my room. I’m a grown man. I have kids, and I’m worried about what Alfred will say if he sees me sneaking you in.” He wasn’t really sneaking Clark in, they were walking through the cave doors.
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“Can I help you relax, baby?” he smiled softly and kissed his forehead, “And I am needed here now, so you got me..”
“How, love,” He asked almost already knowing the answer to the question. “I know. I’m holding you right now.”
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notbatboy:
He was suprisingly compliant with it all, probably just really exhausted and really done with everything to care. But it would be interesting to see how he felt in the morning with proper sleep. Internally, Damian was still processing everything and trying to figure out this whole debacle. Externally, well, he was falling asleep, no question there.
Damian looked up at Bruce with a tired but also slightly nervous look. He shifted in bed just a bit, to be closer to his dad.
“I love you too, بابا.”
Bruce wrapped them both up in the blanket on the bed, Damian pressed safely against his chest. His son was safe at home. They would figure everything else out later. Sleep would help to clear both of their heads for tomorrow.
“Good night, Damian.”
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Jason frowned a little at the offered hand, seeming confused by it as he weighed up what he wanted to do.
He knew he didn’t want to stay put, sitting awkwardly in the middle of the floor, but he still needed some space; to keep a clear divide and take back a sense of control over his boundaries until he had properly calmed down.
Splitting the difference, Jay elected to move back toward the bed, moving until he was near enough to sit on the floor next to it and next to Bruce, with his back resting against the bed itself so that he had an additional point of physical contact with something solid to keep him grounded, though he maintained a gap between him and Bruce
Bruce lowered his hand into his lap. “Do you want a blanket,” He asked gently. “It can get cold down here.” Bruce could feel his back starting to stiffen up already. “I have a weighed blanket now. Dick bought me one, they’re rather nice.”
He made no motion to move, just waiting for Jason’s answer.
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The fear toxin was one of the worst weapons that could be used. Just the thought of it being used on the ones he loved or to himself made him feel sick. Dick had suffered the toxin too many times to count. The way it reduced the mind down to his core instincts, phobias and flight responses. Dick remebered what it was like to feel like all you just wanted to do was run and cower. “Its not a choice” he pulled the blanket tighter around them both, the usually very prideful and stoic man was allowing Dick to cradle him like a frightened child. “Youll get through it, it will come out of your system but you wont do it alone” he told Bruce. Flipping over his own phone he looked at the group chat, the chat that had bought Dick to the manor, the chat where all the family expressed concern for Bruce.
Dick had typed out the situation, that Bruce would be out of action for a while while the fear toxin left his body, how they needed to give him time and pick up the slack. “They are all upstairs watching a movie, everyone is safe, you can relax” he whispered as he run his hand up and down Bruce’s back. “Its all going to be okay” he soothed the bigger man with a hand in his hair holding him close while he kept himself calm.
Bruce pressed his face in Dick’s neck, holding onto his oldest son. His hand tighten in Dick’s shirt. The boys were upstairs watching a movie. Good, the boys were home. His boys were home. His babies were upstairs and safe. “Where’s Alfred?” He asked again.
He needed to know if his father figure was home and safe as well. He felt the panic raise in his chest not knowing where Alfred was. “Dick, where’s Alfred?” He asked again. He wanted Alfred here. He felt his body shake again with the fear of not knowing if someone he loved was safe again.
❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜ - notyouraveragedickgrayson
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Logically Bruce knew that Dick was right, but he couldn’t see it. Not now. Not under sheer exhaustion, he currently found himself. Thirty-six hours of no sleep had caused this. Pushing his oldest son was the best thing for him to do, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt Dick in any way.
“I can’t, Dick.” He muttered from his dark corner of the cave. “You should go.”
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mr007pennyworth:
Alfred wanted to tell him to leave and get on with his life. It wasn’t fair that this lad kept coming back to a stubborn brat-like man who couldn’t stop lashing out as badly as Thomas used to.
He shrugged in agreement. He didn’t plan on staying for too long once Bruce was out of the hospital. As long as the surgery was a success he wouldn’t be needed, Tommy would be enough and anyway he was only a few hours away, it’s not like he couldn’t come back if he was needed.
“I’ll stay until he’s able to sleep through the night off the heavy painkillers, but if he’s still throwing spats I’ll go back to the cottage, I’m not too far out of town if you need me, so I can come back if you call…”
He looks at his watch and sighs. “Have you eaten? I’ve got some leftovers from earlier if your hungry” he offers. Might as well play butler to someone who appreciates it.
“Well, I’ll be there to help no matter what. Okay?” He patted Alfred on the leg gently. “I’ll take care of him and you. You two are the only family I have left.”
“I’ll cook. You stay out here and rest, okay? Unlike your idiot son, I know my way around a kitchen.” Someone had to take care of Thomas when he was growing up, Lord knows his mother didn’t give a damn. Well, that wasn’t true, she did, but she wouldn’t leave him alone ever. He wasn’t a mama’s boy, she was just trying to control his whole life.
“What you want? What’s in the house?” Tommy stood up, grabbing the bottle off the table. “I’ll be back soon. Rest your eyes, old man.”
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Jason grabbed his pillows and rearranged them so that he would be more comfortable, propping himself up enough to watch the movie but still in a position that would let him fall back asleep comfortably if he nodded off again.
“Not much,” Jason answered from within the nest of pillows and blankets when his dad returned, giving Bruce a tired smile.
His medicine hadn’t yet started to kick back in, so for the time being, Jay was still feeling rough, but a freezy pop should at least help soothe the scratchiness in his throat and cool him a little against the fever.
Bruce handed his son the freezy pop before taking his snack. “Well good.” He told the boy. “I do love this movie.” Bruce settled down next to Jason. “Hopefully you’ll be able to sleep through the night, son.” He reached over to run his fingers through Jason’s hair.
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“Yeah, it’s not like they got a dating app that deals in vigilantes and superheroes, right?” Jason agreed, all too aware of how living a double life that made so much demand on your time, as well as all of the physical stuff and the risks that came with it made dating options extremely limited and challenging even for something casual.
“Hard enough to trust someone even just as a friend doing what we do. Finding someone who can handle all that shit while building and maintaining a romantic relationship is even rarer.”
“Yes, besides I would hate to see what a mess that dating app would be.” Bruce leaned back in his chair a little more. “At least with Clark I don’t have to lie about being bad at polo.” He took a sip. “I don’t even know how to play polo.”
He turned his head to look at his son. “What about you? Seeing anyone?”
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Bruce’s arm weren’t a cage.
They weren’t the tight coffin, unyielding underneath his fingers and arms. Nor were they the locked doors he’d been hurt behind. Killed behind.
Jason felt like he was being ripped in half, chest seizing between the choked out noises. But he was here. Breathing.
I’ve made it out.
Jason stayed there for a moment longer, safe in the hold of his father, before he managed to regain a semblance of control over himself. He pulled back, throwing a side-ways glance to where Clark had been, pleased to note that the man had enough self-preservation to disappear.
“This family is a fucking nightmare,” he murmured without much heat in his tone. “Who the hell ever through that locking us up in a room together was a good idea…”
“It really can be, yeah.” He gently patted Jason’s cheek. “I don’t know, son. But, it wouldn’t hurt us to talk some shit out. But, I’m glad you’re here. Okay? I am. Even after everything, I’m glad you’re home. No matter what.”
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Constantine has said you hate magic. Is that true? Why?
[10/10] My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 ask
"Hate it. Hate it beyond anything."
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The Amazon smiled. She looked at their hands, loving the weight of his hand over hers. It was beautiful, she thought, how open he’d become with her. She chuckled at his joke and let herself swell in the comfortable humdrum of their current circumstance.
“Yes, very well,” she replied. “We did receive a generous donation at the museum,” she noted, with a smirk. “Thank you, Mr. Wayne.”
“Good. Good.” Bruce smirked at her. “You did? Well, that sound keep you funded for the next what,” he thought for a moment. “What ten years? That’s wonderful.” He brought her hand up to his lips pressing a kiss to it. “Anything for you, my love.”
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