#(slides Damian into view)

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[deadsetobsessions]

Hi! Party Planner! Danny has struck again.

——

Danny clambered onto the top of the building, eyes fixed onto the dimming Gotham City sky line. Electric blue eyes froze in concentration as his targets grappled into view. he quickly scaled the last rungs of the fire escape ladder to stumble onto the roof. Danny waved his arms, and his targets, catching sight of him mere moments later, began swinging towards him. Danny adjusted his bag strap.

“Hello, concerned citizen, what do you need assistance with?”

Danny faltered. Who the fuck was wearing Batman’s cowl?

Robin (with a sword) scowled at Batman before turning his attention back to Danny.

“Uh. Right,” Danny muttered, giving ‘Batman’ the most obvious and glaring side eye he could. Regardless, if the little Robin did not protest this Batman’s presence… it was good enough for him. “I’m a party planner.”

Robin spoke before Batman could. “And what of it?”

“The… uh, League of Evil or something, wait,” Danny fumbled while opening the bag and pulling out some papers. “Ah, Legion of Doom. Them.”

Little Robin and fake-Batman perked up. Fake-Batman tensed visibly. Danny grumbled. “Anyways, they’re contacting me- by they, I mean Lex Luthor- to see if I could plan a party in… God, why are Gotham’s names for shit so depressing?”

“Get on with it.” Little Robin snapped. Danny was reminded of Dani instantly and let it slide.

“Ah, right, they want me to plan a party in “Slaughter Swamp” on the seventh of next month. So… keep an eye on that, okay?” Danny asked Robin.

“Are you supposed to be telling us this?” Fake-Batman asked.

Danny shrugged, running a hand through his hair, practiced fingers brushing aside that little white streak of hair he got from the portal.

Little Robin’s gaze snapped up to his hair.

“It’s fine. They haven’t had me sign an NDA yet.” And, well, the devil is in the details but Danny is the devil.

“I’ll handle it.” Fake-Batman promised. Danny threw him a skeptical look.

“Uh-huh. Right.” He turned back to sword Robin, who looked torn between the supposed slight towards Batman and pride at Danny’s apparent trust in his abilities. “Look, here’s the stuff I have on them- copied them- and good luck and all that.”

He handed the file and some data in a usb stick to Robin, dipping away as soon as he could. He had a party to plan, and matching Luthor’s purple-gold aesthetic to Cheeta’s yellow and black spotted material wasn’t going to get done by themselves.

——

“Even the civilians outside of Gotham could tell you’re not Batman.” Damian scoffed as he watched their party planner slip back into his apartment.

“Hey, I thought I did pretty well!”

“I do not claim to know what hallucinogens you’ve inhaled, but do not come near me. I don’t want your stupidity to catch everyone else unawares.”

“Hey!”

“Get it together, Kryptonian. We still have half the night to patrol.”

Damian swung off, mind whirling along side Kent’s little hamster wheels for a brain. He’ll have to inform father. And Timothy. Red Robin had a grudge to settle with Scarecrow and will aid in Damian’s plot to obtain sugar gliders in exchange for the information. Yes.

——

Clark, thinking his Batman acting was bad: :(

Danny, has never met Batman: this can’t be Batman, he’s being midwestern polite

——

Also, I just want to say that the Flash has Georgia State patrol energy.

[nightwngz]

Could you do an enemies to lovers NSFW with Damian?

p.s. I’d just like to say your writing is SO good for someone whose first language isn’t English! I would not have known

ANIMALS !

older!damian x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . drabble. smut. porn without plot. Dirty talk, degradation. Dacryphilia, humiliation kink, praise kink, Damian is mean. Some bdsm. Aggressive sex, bondage. Oral sex and fingering, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . Okay, I get it. Damian is your favorite character on my account, I get requests for him all the time and I love that because who doesn't love Damian? So here we go again. By the way, I'm glad you liked my writing! It is almost impossible for me to write without any grammar or vocabulary mistakes, but I keep trying! Thanks🌷 (Pd: if you reblog this post it would help me a lot) <3

— Do you want to stop?

From the vulnerability of your bed, shackled hand and foot, you thought it was a bad decision to bother Damian for so long. You thought you were just being funny, that no one would care that you were harassing Bruce Wayne's son. You had no idea what he was capable of doing to you.

— No.

A mischievous smile played on his lips as he stood over you; you could feel his weight on your body. In an instant, however, you felt yourself fall hard against the mat in the room.

— What do you have to say now? — He admired you from on high. — Aren't you the same funny girl you always were?

The sole of his shoe brushed your cheek. You felt incredibly humiliated, as if you were an inferior being in his presence. He looked at your body as if it were worthless.

— This would be amazing for anyone to see you: tied up, naked, on my bedroom floor. I can see your dripping pussy from up here. Who knew the amazingly cool girl would like this? — His shoe began to press harder against the flesh of your face. — You like it rough, guess what, I'm the best at it when I put my mind to it.

The wetness from your pussy dripped down your legs, leaving gray stains on the carpet. Damian, aware of this, walked around to stand behind you to get a close-up view of your ass. He easily slid a finger through your swollen folds and instantly it was stained with so much accumulated moisture.

— Damian, what are you going to do? — you asked, somewhat anxiously, but received no answer.

He bent his face down until his breath was in contact with your pussy; you quickly felt a mere shiver from your nervousness. Soon you felt his lips, and not long after, his whole hand making an obscene sound inside you; sliding up and down your wet folds, not yet reaching the pleasurable point that made you go wild.

— Damian... — You moaned softly as you buried your face in the carpet.

He didn't stop moving, he just kept playing with every part of her crotch, making you wish he'd concentrate on the throbbing clit that needed attention.

One of his fingers hovered around your clitoris and began to caress it gently. Just as you thought you were about to come, he pulled away.

— Didn't I tell you, y/n? Bad girls don't have orgasms.

You quickly began to cry. You knew that if he didn't give it to you, it would be incredibly impossible for you to get that orgasm on your own. So from your position, you just moved closer and started begging.

Kneeling down, you approached him and looked at him with your tearful eyes. Lamenting, with your face at the level of his knees, you still looked at him from the ground.

— Damian, please... — You sobbed. — I'm sorry for all the things I've done to you, but I really need you. I want you to fuck me. I'll do anything you want.

The young man simply smiled as he watched his enemy from his clearly superior position.

— Lool at this, the famous y/n now begging losers for some attention? I feel sorry for you. — He said in reference to how you used to tell him he was a loser.

He cut your bonds with a knife. You felt relief as the blood began to flow again.

You didn't notice as he grabbed your neck, almost choking you. He pulled you roughly close to his face until his lips collided with yours in a dirty, loveless kiss.

Finally, he pushed your face to the floor and lifted your ass until it was in the ideal position to fuck you. Without further ado, he rammed you hard and began to move hard inside you. As hard and precise as if he were an animal.

— What's the matter? Is it incredibly hard to believe that only I can fuck you like this?

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Bruce: What movie should I pick for family night?

Steph: Goncharov.

The other batkids: *agreement sounds*

Bruce: Uh, okay. What's it about?

Tim: You never heard of Goncharov, B?? Is the best mafia movie of all times.

Duke: Wow, Mr. Wayne, Dick told me you loved mafia movies, but you don't even know Goncharov?

Bruce: I'm not a big movie fan or a Scorcese fan, I guess this one jusy slided me by.

Damian: T-T I'm disapointed with you father, you have to be a truly uncultured swinne to have never wached such a masterpiece as Goncharov 1973 directed by Matteo JWHJ0715 and Martin Scorcese.

Dick: *who is more of a little shit than people give him credit for* He should know it! We watched it on our early novie nights. You don't remember, B? *sad eyes*

Bruce: *who did sleep during most of his first family movie nights with Dick* I-I-I'm soo sorry, Dick. We can watch it again today? Make new memories?

Dick: I guess.

Jason: The fact you never watched it diminish the value of a critical discussion of certain aspects, like the religous symbolism of the market scene with the two forbiden fruits with Katya seing christianity in the apple while Sophia represented the paganism with the pomegranate, that can only be appreciated in a second view.

Cass: Finally someone is talking about the pomegranate and the apple.

Steph: Can we talk about Mario's glass motif and how it subverts expectations since normally broken glass represents loss but here is Mario's obcession, not seing the beauty in the fragments - or in the members of his mafioso empire- in a drive for the perfection and assumed superior quality of the whole - his trials to be like the tradicional criminal families going against change and his facistic suprass of individuality - to the point were when he finally fixes his broken glass vase to perfection his most trustworthy allies - namely Andrey and Joseph - have betrayed him in one way or another.

Bruce: *completly lost* This does sound like a great movie!

Barbara: It is one. And you would know that if you had any ressemblance of culture.

Dick: Honestly Bruce I can't belive you sleeped and missed such a perfect movie like Goncharov.

Alfred: *entering the living room* What's going on here?

Tim: B never saw Goncharov.

Alfred: *who has absolutly no idea what they are talking about* Really? Master Bruce, I thought I had teached you better than that! Goncharov is a mark of cinematography!

[ryah-wolfe]

Just Say It Three Times

When Alfred asked for volunteers to hunt down the old Halloween decorations, Tim was more than willing to go. He needed space away from everybody. 

When was the last time they had everybody back in the manor? He needed space to breathe; away from Dick’s hover, Stephanie’s poking and prodding. Away from Cass’ watchful eyes, and Damian snide comments. 

And just Bruce’s everything. 

But Alfred had asked. And so everybody dragged themselves back to Wayne Manor. 

It had been years since manor truly got decorated for Halloween. So the boxes were packed away in a unused room. It took him some time to find the room, it was a small room filled with boxes and covered furniture. The boxes were neatly packed and so Tim started to look through them;  lifting boxes to find the Halloween stuff. It was while he was shifting a box around, he saw the name. 

Jason Todd.

The name of a boy no one talks about. Well, sometimes Dick would when he was deep in his drink. But it was mostly crying. Tim knew the story from his own research, Jason died young and tragically. 

Curiosity killed the cat, Tim thought as his fingers traced the name. Alfred’s writing, not Bruce’s.  

But satisfaction brought it back, and all thoughts of Halloween decoration were long forgotten. 

He slowly pulled the box open, books. Old classic literature books, a comic here, or there. He gently shifted things around, he wasn’t sure if he felt comfortable fully pulling items out. That felt like going too far, like physically pulling the memories back into the present. 

His gentle rearranged the items to expose a thick parchment. Thick black ink, with bold red text, like some old newspaper ad?  His fingers snagged it and pulled it for clearer view.

RedHood, The Human Hunter for Hire

Are mortals disturbing your peaceful afterlife? 

CALL!

REDHOOD

REDHOOD 

REDHOOD

It was an ad? Seems rather morbid to be in a box about a dead boy. Alfred wouldn’t have placed it in here. 

Maybe Jason was into that kind of thing. The strange and unusual. Tim glanced a the well worn cover of  Pride and Prejudice, no that didn’t seem like something Jason would’ve been into. 

Tim dragged his finger across the name.

 RedHood. 

Another slide of his finger, but this time he was compelled to speak the blood red words.

“RedHood”. 

Tim jumped at his own voice, surprising himself. His voice and the name echoed around the room.

When had it gotten so cold? 

He’s supposed these rooms were further from the center of the house and just tended to be colder. He dragged his finger from the first to the second name. Identical to the first and just as blood red. 

“RedHood”. 

This time he whispered the name, his breath caught  in his chest. His heart thundered in his chest. His finger went to the third name, and  pressed into it. He opened his mouth for the third time to speak, but he choked. The words caught on his dry tongue. He swallowed a few times before he started again.

“Red-”

“ Timbo, did you get lost in here?” 

Tim startled forward, and shoved the morbid ad back into the box. Dick poked his head through the door, before he opened it fully to let the hallway light in. 

Tim blinked his eyes at the sudden flood of light. Had he been sitting in the dark? When did that happen?

Tim turned his head to look at Dick and opened his mouth before coughing. His tongue was sandpaper and his lips were chapped. 

“ Whoa, Tim, are you okay?” Dick  rushed forward and Tim quickly placed the lid back on the box and tried to push the box deeper into the pile. Hoping the name wasn’t showing.  

“ Sorry I guess I’ve just been  looking at the- Tim made a grab for the closest item, a santa nutcracker-   “ nutcrackers Alfred used to collect”. He holds up the nutcracker, a pink cheeked, jolly wooden figure. 

Dick cringed away from it.  

“ Please don’t remind me of those” The older man groaned as he kneeled next to Tim, and placed a comforting hand on his back. 

Tim is cold, Dick through with a frown. 

“ I remember falling asleep in front of the fireplace one year and the first thing I saw was the army of Nutcrackers, staring down from the shelf”. 

“Is that when Alfred stopped displaying them?”

“Oh man, I had such bad nightmares afterwards” Dick laughed as he looked at the santa in Tim’s hand. He kept his hand on Tim's back and Tim didn’t shrug his hand off. Dick thought about the tension in the family now, everyone trying to help Tim and Tim pulling away from them.

Tim’s accident, Dick thought somberly, really did change everything. Bruce has told everyone to give Tim space. And so they did.

“So, other than finding the creepy santas, did you see any of the old Halloween stuff” Dick asked as he glanced around the room. It seemed like it was mostly old furniture and stuff from when bruce’s parents were alive.

“No” Tim shivered as his body started to register the cold temperature.

“That’s fine” Dick replied as he shifted his hand from Tim’s back to wrap around the younger man’s shoulders and pulled him up off the freezing floor. 

“Maybe we can go shopping with Alfred for new stuff, doesn’t that sound fun?” He squeezed Tim’s boney shoulders. He’s definitely lost some weight, has Tim been eating?  

“Yeah lots of fun” Tim mumbled halfheartedly before placing the wooden figure back into one of the uncovered boxes.

His body felt drained and he was starting to feel light headed; that why he didn’t pull away from Dick’s warm hold.

That’s definitely why, Tim  thought as Dick started to pull them out the room and into the brightly lit hallway. 

He was only half listening to Dick’s rambling about planning the perfect Autumn family day. Filled with halloween shopping, carmel apples and pumpkins. Tim turned his head to glance back into the dark room and thought about the box with a dead boy’s things and that weird ad, sitting with Jason’s things.

RedHood. He shivered one last time before Dick closed the door. 

RedHood the Human Hunter

Are mortals disturbing your peaceful afterlife?  

CALL!

REDHOOD

REDHOOD 

REDHOOD

[hanahaki-disease]

Beyond the Farthest Reaches

Hell or High Water - Percy Jackson/DC crossover

“Bubbles”

Set After “There is a New Intention” (a far into the future upload, but can be read without spoilers)

Summary:

“A nick name is a term of endearment placed upon a person by family and close friends. It can also be given by members of a team, group, or among strangers to differentiate a person from the other, not to be confused with the malicious definition of ‘name.’”

“You look like a nerd,” Jason said.

Notes:

I have been told that this series needs a bit more fluff to balance out the angst…

They might be right…

**************************************

“Alright,” Stephanie extended the pointer she stole from Tim’s bag. “Percy and I have called you all here for an important meeting that has been a decade in the making on Percy’s side.” Percy nodded. “The topic we wish to discuss: nicknames. New additions and explanations for those already in use. Percy? Would like to start us off?”

“Yes, thank you,” Percy stood forward, letting Stephanie take over control of the laptop. The projector was blinding but he could see everyone in their unassigned assigned seating in the viewing room. Bruce sat front and center, his notebook and pen in hand and Percy couldn’t tell if he was being serious by taking notes or if he was just playing along. On one side of him was Cassandra and Damian, the other had Tim and Barbara, and sitting behind them were Dick, Jason, and Alfred.

That’s usually where Percy sat, too, he can see his seat still empty between Jason an Alfred. “We will begin with the definition for those of you who don’t know.” The slide changed behind them. “A nick name is a term of endearment placed upon a person by family and close friends. It can also be given by members of a team, group, or among strangers to differentiate a person from the other, not to be confused with the malicious definition of ‘name.’”

“You look like a nerd,” Jason said.

“A prime example of a malicious ‘name’” Percy called out, and with the most condescending tone he could muster he said, “Good job, Jason.” Which earned some snickers and quiet huffs of amusement. “We will now begin the segment of reviewing the current nicknames being used. First up—” A bad photo of Bruce in his robe popped up on screen. “Bruce. Oh, and thank you to Barbara who has supplied the pictures for this presentation.”

“I did everyone dirty.” She laughed.

They spent the next hour or so going over Bruce, Alfred, Dick, and Jason’s nicknames. Voting for which ones were allowed to stay and if there were any that should be used. Bruce and Alfred’s stayed the same, but Jason demanded the term ‘zombie’ added to the roster. It was not.

“Next, is Tim.” Stephanie led the slide. Percy remembers the night the picture came from, it was the time Tim thought he could go against Condiment Man alone and ended up in a vat of Mayo. He laughed his ass of when he compared him to the Rainbow Dash Jar and Tim almost cried. “Before we get to the voting, I request an explanation of one particular name. The full explanation this time—” She looked to Tim and Percy. “Of the name ‘ducky.’”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“I call upon—Jason!” She pointed the stick at him. “Explain!”

“Jay, no, please.” Tim folded himself over the back of his chair, hands in prayer. Of all the nicknames he had, and he had a lot since his name was easy to mess with, this was the one he wished they could vote out. It was childish. It was demeaning. (He’ll never admit he likes it.) “Please don’t tell.”

Jason instead stood up from his seat, hopped over Tim, and took center stage. “So,” He clapped, “For those who don’t know, I was the one who started calling Timbit ‘ducky’ and there’s a very logical and simple reason for that, two, actually.”

“The first, his last name is a type of duck. Didn’t think much of it, I barely interacted with him until Percy started bringing him over after school more often,” Jason said. “When he did come over, the he would not stop following me when he wasn’t with Percy. No matter where I went, or where I hid, that stage five clinger was right there.” They turned their heads towards Tim who was trying to hide behind his chair. Percy, along side Jason, were outright laughing. “And with the knowledge that his name meant ‘duck’ I began to call him ‘ducky’ because he was following me like a little duckling.”

“I say we vote the name out!” He shot forward, ears tinted red from embarrassment.

“No! We are not voting out the name!” Percy defended. “It is a perfectly good name and encapsulates you in its’s entirety. And we can use it in public, unlike stalker, which is true as well.”

“I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you, bubbles,” Bruce smiled and Percy’s dropped, Jason’s growing even wider. He covered his mouth with a gasp, turning to face his little brother with the biggest shit eating grin he had, “I forgot about ‘bubbles!’”

Percy quickly found the edge of the makeshift podium interesting. “We didn’t have to bring up bubbles…” he murmured but it was ignored when everyone turned to Bruce to tell.

“Yes, I did since it wasn’t on your slide,” Bruce said.

“Explain bubbles.” Cassandra leaned forwards in her seat. Percy tried to interfere, but Jason was quick to put him in a head lock. His yells of protests went unheard to the main group as their play fight turned into wrestling.

“This was years ago when I took them to the aquarium for their first birthday in my care,” Bruce began, recalling the memory…

The aquarium wasn’t very busy mid-august which was a surprise. Bruce would’ve thought that since it was summer, more people would be able to take their children or spend the day with their loved ones. Walking through the different sections and interacting with the creatures and animals without worrying about work or school. He supposed he was one of the lucky parents who were able to take a Wednesday off for no reason other than to celebrate his son’s birthdays.

Bruce watched from behind the line of children, all of them pressing into each other on one half of the sting ray touch-pool. He could spot his boys at the very front. Jason’s little hand in the cool water just barely grazing their fingers along the slightly smooth skin of the animal.

Had it been other children at the front, Bruce was sure they wouldn’t be as nice to them as they should. Splashing the water, touching them a little too hard than necessary, or being too loud. He knows the children mean well, they were just excited to be able to interact with the string ray and didn’t really know how to channel it properly. But when he and the boys walked it, it seemed like it was the other way around.

The sting rays were swimming faster in the shallow waters. Zipping around each other and towards whatever side of the pool Percy and Jason were, as if they were excited puppies waiting to play. When the two of them reached the edge, Jason was the only one brave enough to touch them, and the sting rays seemed to fight for his attention. That was strange. Why were they behaving like that? Even the aquarium attendants were confused, whispering and the abnormal behavior.

When they finally ventured out of the sting ray zone, and Jason’s mouth was rambling a hundred miles a minute about every kind of stingray and their specific attributes, they had traveled to the jellyfish exhibit. Percy seemed to light up at the sight of them, pressing his face and hands against the glass for each one.

Bruce didn’t understand how jellyfish were the animal that captured Percy’s excitement the most. He could understand Jason with the stingrays, they swam, around and had cool tails and always looked to be smiling. But jellyfish? They were mindless creatures that did nothing but each plankton and bump into each other. Yet, when he looked at Percy’s bright face, smooshed against the unsanitary glass, completely enthralled and content to just stand and watch them for hours, he didn’t seem to mind that he didn’t understand.

Hours later and the aquarium explored thoroughly, Bruce and his sons left the building with bright smiles and a large gift bag full of gift shop items. Shirts and stuffies, plastic toys and postcards, bubble wands and a little tank that made plastic little jellyfish swim for however long Percy wanted. Did he spend an adsorbent amount of money on stuff? Yes, he did, it was for their birthday. Was he still going to buy them even more gift to make up for the years they spent without birthday presents? Absolutely. Bruce loves spoiling his kids. Dick wasn’t immune to that either, he constantly sends him packages filled with trinkets or objects that reminded Bruce of him. Percy and Jason were no different.

“Did you boys like the aquarium?” Bruce asked them as they walked to the car. They nodded their heads before blowing bubbles out of the wands he got them. Alfred was not going to like how sticky they were going to make things, but Bruce will take the blame. “That’s good. Tomorrow, Percy, you get to decide what we do for your birthday.”

His youngest titled his head, “I thought the aquarium was my birthday thing.”

“No, it was mine.” Jason corrected. “I wanted to go yesterday for my birthday, but they’re closed on Tuesdays because they clean the habitats. I asked.”

“So whatever you want to do, whatever you want to eat for meals, we will do because it’s your birthday.” Bruce poked Percy in the shoulder to emphasize his words. “We could go to the planetarium if you’d like?”

When Bruce had asked that, he didn’t notice Percy had taken out the bubble wand, the excess soap running down and over his hand, and was just about to blow. But instead of blowing out the air, in Percy’s excitement, he gasped. The sharp inhale of air that close to the wand made a bubble form into his open mouth, causing the child to cough and choke at the taste.

Immediately, Bruce went into Dad mode™. Patting at Percy’s back to help, handing off the bubble wand to his brother, who was quietly (or as quiet and eleven year old could be) snickering at his brother. “I knew you were excite, but I didn’t think you’d try to eat the bubbles, bud.”

“Maybe we should start calling you ‘bubbles’ now,” Jason laughed.

“No!” Percy coughed.

“Bubbles!”

“Stop!”

“Make me, bubbles.” Percy chased after Jason in the empty space next to the car, not fast enough to catch up as they circled the car ether. “Bubbles! Bubbles! Percy likes to eat bubbles!”

“You choked…” Tim turned his head to where Jason and Percy were a tangled mess of arms and legs. Jason’s arm was still wrapped around Percy’s neck, and Percy had one of Jason’s leg pulled back at and awkward angle. “On bubbles?”

“I was eight and thought only the super-rich could go to the planetarium!” Percy defended. “And like yeah, I knew B was rich when he took us in, but it didn’t click how rich till he said we could go for my birthday. But remember the context, Jason and I had only been living with Bruce for, what, two weeks, at that time?”

“No, not even,” Jason let go of Percy, who almost hit his head on the floor. “A week, I think, since he still needed to get the paperwork completed.”

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded his head. “I had been living in a crate a week before, of course I didn’t believe he was that rich!”

“The point still stand,” Damian looked at Percy. “You choked on bubbles.”

He dropped his head on the ground with a thud, groaning “Oh my gods!!” into the floor.

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Stephanie does reference a moment that takes place earlier in the timeline, the only reason it’s not published yet is because I want to wait until the main series catches up to that point.

Expect the next main series to update sometime this weekend (09/07-08/24)

Hope you enjoyed it!!

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

[bubbleswrld]

Damian Priest Imagine

TW: Damian Priest X Shy! Wrestler! Reader, reader is POC (black), reader has anxiety, legal age-gap between reader and Damian, platonic! Rhea X reader

Y/N paced back and forth as she waited for her music to hit. She had a promo with Rhea Ripley and although they rehearsed it, she had stage fright. Rhea was already in the ring, talking a big game about how everyone was below her since no one had beater her for her belt. Y/N's music hit and she shook away her jitters before grabbing a mic and sauntering onto the ramp. "You're only at the top because you're hound dogs always protect you." Y/N cut off the raven hair woman. She climbed mat and stepped under the second rope. "With or without them, I can still beat your ass, Y/N." Rhea chuckled. "So why you duckin' my fade, mami?" Y/N asked as she smirked but the words came out shaky; she just hoped the fans didn't pick up on it.

"If you couldn't handle a simple interview, what makes you think you can beat me for MY title?" Rhea got in Y/N's face, albeit, she had to crane her neck to Y/N's short height. Rhea picked up on her shortened breaths and hoped being close to the girl calmed her a bit.

"Cause unlike y-you, I won't need back up when I'm whoopin' that ass!"

Y/N dropped the mic and threw the first punch; that was supposed to stun her opponent and knock her off her feet but the most it did was make her stumble two feet. Rhea tried to sell the move as best as she could by sliding down the buckles and rolling out the ring. Y/N climbed the buckles and struck her pose. She quickly got out of the ring and tried to get up the ramp whilst holding in tears knowing she fucked up the spot. Fans were cheering for her and tapping her as she passed, even holding out their phones for pictures.

The water works started before she could even leave the ramp but she had to turn and hit her final mark. Y/N wiped her eyes quickly and turned to face the crowd before scurrying backstage.

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Rhea had went on a search for her friend to see what had went wrong but nobody had seen Y/N since the promo. Damian was supposed to be on his way to the hotel earlier that night but after seeing the prom, he too was looking for the younger girl. "Randy, have you seen Y/N?!" Damian asked as he spotted the fellow wrestler coming up the hallway. "I think she was headed to medics--"

Damian and Rhea reached medics at the same time where they found Y/N huddled up on a gurney, struggling to breathe. Adam Pearce was beside her trying his best to calm her down but that just seemed to be making it worst. Y/N had been stressed out for the past few weeks dealing with training, back to back shows and personal issues pertaining to her family. It was a miracle that she had lasted that long without an anxiety/ panic attack. "C'mon bunny, ya gotta breathe. Follow my breathing." Y/N quickly clung to Damian as the loudest sob echoed through her tiny body.

"I f-fucked up b-bad."

She could barely get out her words.

"Nobody is mad at you, hon."

Rhea tried to console the girl.

The young girl was wheezing, grasping at her chest and throat. The medic finally came with a dose of meds to sedate the girl.

"Mi amor. I'm so sorry I wasn't there earlier." Damian kissed his girl's head and laid her on the gurney as she mellowed out. "What happened out there, Rhea?" Adam asked. He was fond of the girl; although she was a shy one, she brought light to everyone's day. He needed to know what triggered her.

"She was antsy before the promo, she did okay with it up until the spot... I saw her start to break."

Damian swiped her braids out of her face and ran his hand across her cheeks as if to let her know he was still there. "She mentioned something about family issues the other day." Dominik popped up. Damian muttered a quiet "Fuck."

"Take her back to the hotel; if she isn't better by Wednesday, I'm gonna pull her from the house show and from next week." Adam stated as he began to pace back and forth. "I need to be here for Rhea." Y/N slurred. "Bunny, you need to rest; the match will be here when you get back." Damian picked her up and left the room. He took her back to the hotel and got her cleaned up before tucking her in.

That was an abrupt ending... yikes. I might rewrite it later.

[specialinterestshows]

Join your girlfriend’s found family as they prepare Dom for his title match in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Social/crowd anxiety, stalking mention, jealousy, PDA, parasocial behavior

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 73 of ?): From One Show To The NXT

Rhea kept a comforting hand on you the entire ride over to the next show while you did your best to stay calm. Dominik was in the back with the both of you and Damian drove, his hand moving over to rest on Finn’s thigh whenever the cruise control was on. Your head was swimming with anxiety, but the warm, loving atmosphere in the car kept it from getting to be too much. Every time you tried to focus on the present, concerns for the future seeped in.

“Thanks again for letting me tag along,” it must have been the third time you’d said it.

Need to remember to call in sick for work tomorrow, but I’m not sure how many sick days I have left.

“Take it easy, chica,” Damian chuckled, eyes fixed on the road, looking like there was nowhere he would rather be.

I’m technically not insured to have someone who isn’t me driving my car, no matter how good Damian is at it.

“Yeah, you’re Rhea’s girl, so you’re pretty much part of the family,” Finn chimed in, smile evident in his voice despite the headrest blocking your view of his face, “Family takes care of family, no hesitation.”

I need to stop looking back, but what if someone’s following us again?

“We should make her an “honorary member of The Judgment Day” shirt,” Dom suggested.

I bet my apartment complex is going to be crawling with creeps when I get back. If it isn’t already.

“I’ll style it for her - I know exactly where to make the first cut,” Rhea insisted, eyes admiring your chest.

How many more panic attacks until they all decide I’m not worth helping?

“Don’t worry, love,” Rhea quietly reassured you, clearly sensing your anxiety, “This next show has a much smaller audience, and JD is getting there ahead of us to make sure we have a path inside that isn’t crowded by fans. We’re all going to do our part to keep people from getting too close to you.”

“Thanks, Rhe. Thanks everyone-“ you said again, before being cut off.

“Fuck’s sake, lass,” Finn’s sigh turned into an amused chuckle as he explained his interruption, “You’ve helped me and Damian get together and you’ve been nothing but good to Rhea - not to mention what the three of you did last night, because I know our man here had the time of his life” - he gestured to a blushing Dominik with a jab of his thumb - “So quit acting like you’re a burden and face it: you’re worth more than you realize.”

This coming from the man whose first words to me were about some money I allegedly owed him? The fact that Finn’s position on you seemed to have completely changed made it difficult to deny the sincerity of his words, leaving you in a stunned silence.

“Good one, babe,” you just barely heard Damian whisper to Finn.

Just as Rhea had promised, JD McDonagh was waiting for the three of you when you pulled into the parking lot, giving the group directions before taking the keys to park the car. JD seemed determined to help and Finn was happy to see him - but Damian definitely wasn’t.

“Cuidado, mi amor,” he muttered, a protective arm around Finn as he watched JD slide into the driver’s seat, “He’s still looking at you a little too long for my taste.”

“You know I only have eyes for you,” Finn reassured Damian, sticking his hand in his boyfriend’s back pocket.

“Yeah, but does he know-“ Damian jumped a bit, presumably in response to the squeeze Finn had given his ass.

Rhea quickly brought up the hand that wasn’t holding yours to stifle her laughter, muffling it just enough for you to catch Damian whispering “brat” to Finn under his breath.

The topic of conversation soon turned to Dom’s match to win back the NXT North American Championship, and before you knew it, you were backstage.

Rhea held your hand tightly as you all walked to the locker rooms. “That’s her” and “belt bunny” were whispered more than once as you walked through the groups of wrestlers, managers, and technical staff. Suddenly, you were self-conscious, trying to fold in on yourself away from all the curious eyes.

Someone whistled suggestively and the entire Judgment Day stopped to look for the source - to no avail. Rhea let go of your hand in favor of putting a protective arm around your shoulders. You held her tight until you were in a less crowded area. Rhea gave you a loving squeeze before following the rest of the group into the locker room to help Dom get ready for his match.

You were about to follow them, until an arm in a dark jacket blocked the closing door.

“Hey, you’re Rhea’s girlfriend, right?”

The question came from a woman dressed in black and silver ring gear. She somehow looked simultaneously bored and threatening, flipping her long, two-toned hair out of her face as she stared you down.

“… Yeah,” you answered reluctantly, “Why?”

“But you’re not a wrestler, are you.”

It was more of a statement, but you confirmed anyway.

“I’m not, no.”

The anxiety was obvious in your voice; maybe that’s what made the woman smirk and lean in before asking:

“So is it true what they say about Rhea?”

“What do they say?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Jacy! We still need to get ready for the match,” an excitable blonde in matching ring gear ran up and addressed the woman before she could answer you, “Come on!”

Jacy sighed, looking you over before letting out a short laugh and following behind her tag partner.

What do they say about Rhea?

“Babe?” your girlfriend opened the door in front of you, looking confused, “Come join us; we need to know where you are if we’re going to keep you safe.”

You walked in and sat in the corner of the locker room as the others talked strategy - the last thing you wanted was to make the wrong move when Rhea was getting ready for a match.

A buzz made you pull out your phone.

It was Marisol:

“Is this you? Or do you have a twin?”

The message had a photo attached of the same tabloid cover you saw at the hotel that morning, but this one seemed to be sitting at a checkout counter.

You sighed, tapping away at your phone’s keyboard.

“That’s me: Rhea Ripley’s girlfriend.”

Looking over your response as you hit “send,” it dawned on you that another part of this mess was weighing on you in a way you couldn’t have expected: Rhea had become a celebrity because of her own talent, but you were only interesting to the world at large because you were dating her.

Your phone vibrated in your hands: a reply from Mari.

“I actually had to look up who she was - not really into wrestling. Hope you won’t hold it against me.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as her follow-up text reached you:

“How are you doing, belleza?”

“Overwhelmed” you typed.

Then deleted.

“Stressed” you typed instead.

Then deleted that too.

“Wish I could just go home. But it doesn’t feel safe.”

You typed and hit send.

Marisol responded quickly:

“Let me know if you need to crash at mine, hermosa.”

You were thrown - she barely knew you.

“U-Hauling already?” you reply, avoiding giving an actual response to the offer.

“No need for a U-Haul when you have a truck” was her reply, a winking face ending the message.

By the time your eyes had read down to the emoji, another message from popped up from Mari:

“Kidding. But if you do move someplace, you can use my truck if you smoke me out after.”

“Did you hear me, love?” Rhea’s voice made you look up from your phone.

Not only did you miss what your girlfriend had said, you hadn’t noticed JD was now in the locker room as well.

“I didn’t, sorry,” you admitted, gauging her reaction.

“I said all of us are going to be out there,” Rhea said, unfazed, “So you might be on your own for a little while, but I’ll have JD run back to you after he’s done his part. Sound good?”

You nodded and she smiled before turning to Finn and Damian. Looking over at a slightly fidgety Dominik, you tune out Rhea’s lecture about postposing the eye-fucking until after the title had been won.

“Nervous?” you asked your metamour.

“A little,” he said, moving to sit next to you on the bench, “Everyone is counting on me.”

“Anything I can do to help you with your match?” you asked, knowing it was unlikely but still wanting to offer.

He looked away for a moment, a blush blooming on his face.

“A kiss for good luck?” Dom asked finally.

“…Don’t get used to it,” you replied, holding his chin gently as you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“So they get to be distracted and we don’t?” Finn asked, making Damian laugh.

“That kiss was more chaste than any single time the two of you have looked at each other since you met,” Rhea insisted, “Now let’s get back to business.”

[end part seventy-three of ?]

Part 74: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/751959352476368896/absolute-smokeshow-part-74-of-locker-room

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Tag list (thank you!)

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[justa-smalltown-gargoyle]

Hi! coming here after reading the "people hate WFA" speech

I read about people hating on it because "it's not dark enough" (not a lot of times but enough to recognise the "pattern"), and although it is indeed the truth, and something we (fans of a crime fighting vigilante who dresses as a bat to scare his enemies) might not be used to, I think that's the beauty of it!

It pushes aside fights and gore to focus on feelings (like the time Dick felt overwhelmed or Steph didn't feel enough) and relationships we wouldn't see otherwise (Tim and Damian acting like siblings or Jason and Steph bonding over shared trauma)

And I genuinely think it's stupid for people to get angry if WFA is the only/the first comic someone has read about batman/batfam. It has every member of the batfamily (+some characters like Wally, Roy, Poison Ivy or the "Kent family adventure") and you can read it to have a general view on the characters, so you can take a liking to them and read more comics. It's honestly a really good starting point!

btw I'm sorry for sliding in here with this long speech but I don't see enough people liking WFA on my tl

Hiiiii thanks for sending a message!

YES, I think it gives room for the more domestic lives of supers which I really have always loved. I also think that Batman fans can tend to take things too seriously at times- I wish more media made embraced the wildness that is Gotham, Batman, and his rogues. Like theres a guy who kills you if you don't get his knock knock joke right for gosh sakes. (but that's a personal opinion of mine)

Also I see a lot of people talking about "I hate fandom versions of characters, WFA represents that, Dick Grayson is a stupid shell of a man" which again....what WFA are they reading?

The fun and more emotional comics make the characters more rounded to me. It makes them seem more real and three dimensional.

I agree with all you've said here, it's a good starting point, but if people just want to enjoy that comic alone that is literally fine. How people handle their anger about the series just seems to be so gatekeep-y and talking down to the people that are new to the fandom which makes me upset.

Thank you for the long speech and im glad to have another buddy that likes WFA :3

[somasbrianrot]

Nepotism? Who’s She

 (Pt1/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) x Reader

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar. (There will be slight alters to how scenes actually went down)

Clash At The Castle 3/9/22

Nerves racked the girl's body, tonight she would be debuting on the main roster. with her father, his friend Rey Mysterio and Rey’s son Dominik, after The Judgement Day had betrayed her father, they needed someone to help deal with Rhea, who better then Edge’s own daughter? It did feel weird to be debuting at a pay-per-view but she was excited.

Rey gave the girl a comforting pat on her shoulder, trying to help her calm her nerves, she smiled at the shorter man and gave him a side hug. Rey and Dominiks music played as they stepped out, as did her fathers, they walked down to the ring where the Judgement Day was waiting. Edge slid in first and placed a finger up signaling for the Judgement Day to wait as he was handed a microphone by stage crew, he held it up “Now, this wouldn’t be a fair fight, if we just let Rhea run around rampant, I hope you don’t mind we brought someone along” The Judgement Day stared down the aisle as your entrance blasted, the crowd popped crazily, you’d seen social media, people were contemplating whether you would come to the main roster sooner or later, and here you are.

You slid into the ring, smirking at Rhea, as you pulled your hood down, basically mimicking her debut into The Judgement Day. She looked at you with malice as you slid out of the ring, same with her, the match started, and your boys were off to a great start.

You cheered as Dominik helped your dads secure the win, you slid into the ring and jumped into Dominiks arms, cheering as he held you then placed you down, he then turned to your dads and you watched, unaware to your surroundings from the amount of Adrenaline you had, the next few moments were a blur, you watched Dominik deliver a low blow to your dad and clothesline his, you tried to stop him but suddenly a pair of hands were wrapped around your wrists and a strong figure hovered over yours, another pair of hands directed your head to watch the carnage before you fold, Rhea slid into the ring with two kendo sticks and handed one to Dominik, you screamed and begged him not too, but the two started to launch a brutal assault on your father and Rey. Only when they were satisfied with the shattered kendo sticks that lay all over the mat and the two men who were lying defeated did they stop, and the other men let go of you.

you scurried over to them, checking if they were alright “Consider this a warning to anyone who tries messing with The Judgement Day” Come Damian’s deep voice from the speakers, you glared at them as they stepped out of the ring, you especially stared holes into the back of Dominiks Head as he made his way down the ramp.

Firday Night Smackdown 9/9/22

The next Fridat Night you took the stage, coming down the ramp with a microphone in your hand, you definitely meant business, you slid into the ring and held the microphone up “So, we all saw what happened at the clash of champions, and I don’t mean my awesome debut” I chuckle to myself, the universe pops and I sigh “I don’t know what was going through Dominik’s head, but next time I see him, I wouldn’t mind to whoop some sense into him” You spoke, you raise the microphone again but you are cut off by an ominous vocal as the once bright arena bleeds into purple and black, The Judgement Day step out, Dominik with them “Why don’t you go and say that again” Rhea challenges me, a snarl ever present on her face, I just smirk “I would whack send into Dominik and you know it, Rhea” Rhea’s face forms into a scowl as the judgement day walk down to the ring and close in on me.

Rhea steps in and moves to attack me but I duck her clothes line and slide out the ring, avoiding the boys and jumping over the barricade into the crowd, laughing the whole while, I blow kisses to Rhea and continue until I'm completely gone from the Universes line of sight.

Friday Night Smackdown 15/9/22

Liv Morgan the current Smackdown Women’s Champion is cutting a promo I am scheduled to interrupt, I walk out, my entrance music blaring obnoxiously loud as I enter, a microphone to my mouth “Liv Liv Liv, Little Lost Liv” I sing in a sing song voice skipping down to the ring “Little lost Liv! Is gonna get stripped of that title on her shoulder!” I continue to sing “But Liv probably isn’t up the the challenge” I taunt and she glares at me “I am up to it! you and me right now!” she says and I smirk, the bell rings and I hit her with a super kick, she rebounds off of the ropes and directly into my spear, where I pin her and get the 3 count “No way, did we just see the smackdown womens champion lose her title that quickly?” Michael Cole yells “I mean, thats the perk of having a highly celebrated and famous dad in the WWE” Corey Graves mocks which gets my attention, I slides out with the title belt on my shoulder “I’d like to see you get in the ring and put as much effort as I do!” I growl in his face and he shrinks in his seat.

I walk around and up the Ramp.

I laugh to myself and close my phone.

Omfg that seemed so rushed im sorry, but I hope y’all enjoyed it! but I got more plans that is gonna make this fic JUICY

[hoe4rairai]

My First Short Fic after a year from disappearing...

Warning : NSFW 🔞

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It was early morning, around 6 am when she felt his warm big hand wrapped around her baby bump feeling it softly, she was submerged underneath the thick duvet naked from the night before. Her eyes are closed half asleep but in a bliss state and very relaxed.

Raian, her husband served her well last night.

She is pregnant with their second child but her libido still going strong, the positions now changed, she thought he'd be bored but apparently, it gets him crazy flipping his heavy pregnant wife and sex her up regularly gets him horny even more now, she's still tight but not as tight as she was before their first child,her walls still contracts around him and he still can feel every inch of her.

Raian, sometimes goes deeper than he should and sometimes he thrust harsher than what he's allowed, she moans his name everytime he does as a gentle reminder to be more gentle, he listens and places soft kisses on her forehead.

Raian's favourite moments when his wife cums, she is not usually a loud girl but her fucked blushed face, hazy eyes, short ridged breathes, her heavy loaded full boobs moving rapidly up and down and her parted lips that he love to bite and kiss, that view when he's mounting over her, keeping her legs wide open, one hand on her swallowed belly while his other hand holding one of her's supporting while making her cum hard, she moans and calls his name and moan few more times with pleasure and bliss.

Raian became little careful with her now that she's bearing his second child, he doesn't want to hurt the mother nor his child but he can't wait to get him out of her so he has his rough old ways with her again. He loved her begging him, he loved over stimulating her and he loved her whimpers and cries for him when he used to take her from behind. Fuck, these thoughts are running through his head first thing in the morning, turning around with a painful boner, he needs her again, his callus rough hand moving carefully over her belly gently,  breathing into her neck, he pushed his warm body against her back, gently grinding up against her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, his thick digit massaged her heat from behind, getting her wet, she woke up lazy with a soft smile and a lazy moan, both of them had heated sex last night, slept naked, its early morning and she needs to wake her son for school but his father had different plans for them this morning,  the room door is not locked and DAMIAN their 6 years old son has the same annoying habit as his dad, they both walk in any room, slamming the door open without knocking. 

She couldn't care less about anything when her husband puts her in that hornyness status, she's a hoe for him any time any where.

Her hand reaches to his fully hard erected member, strocking it gently but firmly up and down, he growls faintly and she pushes her ass up on him. Raian,  lifts her thigh to be able to enter her after teasing her entrance with his girthy tip, she slowly allowed herself to slide on his spooning position slowly, he growled again and she moaned, his hand cupped one of her full loaded breasts, he squeezed and some milk came out, that fucking turned him even more than he should, he pushed deep and she whimpered trying to tell him in her low sexy defeated wanting voice to be gentle but the Feral husband behind her needs Godly strength to control his thirst to fuck his wife into the mattress regardless of her pregnant condition, self control is much needed and he must.

In that moment of heat, Damien walks in rushing into the room, she covered herself and half of Raian with the duvet,  thanks to her speed of light reflexs, Raian, didn’t stop fucking His wife under the cover holding her still till he cums deep in her, Damien asking his father who looks busy doing something only adults do: Dad: what are you doing ? Raian : Milking your mom . Wife : RAIAN ( calling out his name quietly with a sexy release moan ) Dad : Get the Fuck out now Damien felt annoyed , he left without shutting the door behind him.

Raian was too caught up in coming he didn't even bother about the door.

He was about to get out of her but she softly asked him to stay inside of her, it makes her feel warm and full and stretched and she likes that.

He smiled and allowed to move slowly on him still spooning.

Damien walks back in annoyed this time.. Damien with his Black selcars eyes like his father's digging holes into his mom's direction who still under the duvet

Damien: Mom breakfast now Mom : uncovering her face, face angry and screams on top of her lungs : GO FEED YOURSELF NOW .. GET OUT THIS INSTANT

Damien: huffs like an angry dog and walkes out ..

Mom : COME BACK AND CLOSE THAT DOOR BEHIND YOU DAMIEN RAIAN KURE ...

Damien does as he told politely with a grimmer face

All that and Raian was looking at his son with an unbuffered face.

When the door was closed and both husband and wife alone again, and since she was too horny, her Husband obliged to her horny pregnant ass again until he left her drained and out of it.

She woke up on both her husband and son fighting over a game, it was 2 pm 🙄.. she slept that long, but her body was so relaxed. She went to the washroom in her master bedroom, she stood and her husband’s cum started leaking from her, she felt it warm down her thighs , she smiled ... she took a shower, got herself dressed up, smelled good, made the bed, open the curtains and left the bedroom to a messy living room and upside down kitchen..

Both boys looked at her with their black sharp eyes waiting for a Terx to attack.

With stern but low voice She asked : Get up now and clean this mess or else.

Damien answers: you sleep till 2 pm and forgot to cook for me when you were feeding dad Milk this morning, what kind of a mother are you ? And walks pass her to clean up the mess.

She looked at Raian who couldn't hold his laugh, he walks towards his wife pushing her with his body to the wall, snifing her neck and pulling her for a rough kiss, whispering in her ears :

Raian : now now beautiful, I won't hesitate to demonstrate to our son right here and now how i Milk his mother...

She : looked at him with terror covered with sarcasm and calmly turn around and made her way to the kitchen quietly to prepare lunch for them she was very hungry. But she knew Raian will not hesitate for a second to do what he said  he is crazy freak and he will not hold back if she ever went head to head with him at her current status.

Both son and mom heard Raian telling them to get ready he is taking them out for lunch family date..

Raian : Yowww fuck this get ready lunch out..

Raian knew his wife was drained from all the sex they had and being pregnant he thought its okay to pamper her for today and get her way this time only.

Damien jumped and was out of the house door in seconds , followed by his dad and his mom unseen behind his father's huge body frame, he called out for her she popped her head behind him with a happy face gesturing to low down his voice she is here behind his dad.

Okay that's all for now ... hehehe this is my come back after a long while... how have you been fam ?

[002yb]

Oh, Dick taking Jason to rooftop dates and romantic trips

A trope I adore with Dick and Jason is their flirting/dating including a lot of playfulness. Which directly translates into games of chase, ahhhhhhhh. Just an easy, lighthearted competitiveness - equal parts taunting and teasing until one or the other is able to close that distance. Hands catching each other, arms around waists, grabbing one another straight out of the sky. Then it's just tumbling across rooftops, or sitting on high ledges as they catch their breath. Cackling because it's young and dumb and wonderful.

And Jason being all enamored because Dick is especially handsome when his hair is all wind swept. And Dick being just as taken because there's nothing more striking than the flush on Jason's cheeks, the breadth of his smile, the heave of his chest. ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊

Their 'dates' aren't anything over-the-top, usually. It's always more private; a mundanely intimate affair (because really? it's what they can manage with what time they can manage and it's not nearly enough, but they make it work; they always have). It's meals stolen between over-full schedules, hidden away on the corner of rooftops, legs dangling over high ledges - sun warming their skin. It's them catching naps when they can, tucked in close to one another with any suitable structure at their backs to hide them from view.

It never fails that anything more gets interrupted, but they try. Rooftop picnics at any time of day to watch the sun rise, the sun set; to watch clouds pass or airplanes flying overhead in the night sky. Calling one another to weird vantage points to overlook all manner of things: dumb, comedic, sweet, saucy. It's them watching a screening at a drive-in theater from an awkward angle. It's them watching the pure romance of a couple dancing in the privacy of their apartment - blinds open wide and warm in the yellow light and Jason swooning in the most quiet of ways because they're lost in each other; it's him getting embarrassed when Dick sweeps Jason into a slow dance of their own to match (only there's no music, just the wind rushing through the air, whistling in their ears and pulling at their clothes) and Jason ducks his head because his heart is beating overtime and Dick just leans his head against Jason's and slows them to a sway and ahhhhhhhh.

This is already so chunky and I haven't even gotten into romantic trips ffffffffff. But okay here we go the romantic trip!Dickjay portion!!

(Side note: I vaguely remember plotting a whole WtMBU/N&R verse short on Dick planning a trip to the EU for Jason's bday and them being on that flight together and ahhhhhhh airport!fluff is so sweet but focus focus focus).

❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣ Dickjay Trips ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣

Immediate digression because ahahahaha probably on family vacations these two do the most to be so over-the-top embarrassing. Just anything to shame poor Tim and Damian (and Bruce). Flashy outfits, socks and slides, coordinating; millennial bops and vibes amplified. Joking about the mile-high club (out of ear shot of Bruce because Jason would die. Again). Just being absolute menaces, as big brothers do lol.

Okay digression done. On their own, these two are a lot more chill and endlessly more covert hahaha. Regardless of where they go, they would enjoy each other's company though. Neither of them really care to stay still, so they have a good time with a strong mix of more physically demanding activities mixed with more educational (historic, cultural, etc) experiences.

(Basically: hiking to see nature's wonders or a stunning view of the city!! Museum viewings where Jason is enthralled and Dick appreciates it all, sure, but his attention is stolen entirely by Jason tbh. If wherever they are is known for some craft, taking a class together and making xyz and ahhhhahahaha both turn out crappy so they agree that's Bruce's souvenir.)

Just these two doing all sorts of new things together. And being able to (generally, depending) express themselves as boyfriends which isn't always an option back home. Because no one knows them this far away. It's just them and who they want to be. It's not that the affection comes easier, but there's no deadline to it; nothing to pull them away, or take their time. It's just Dick and Jason and ahhhhhh.

Though lbr these two would work remotely to an extent undoubtedly and they'd gripe at each other about it, only some time later they'd be called a hypocrite for doing the same damn thing lol.

(Photos!! The both of them take great candids of each other but anything that goes to the family is downright moronic lol).

Another semi-digression. But Dick actually knowing a lot of languages (conversationally) from his time with his circus trope. And Jason getting a little blushy about it because hot damn. He's not used to his competency kink showing up in this sort of fashion - how far is their hotel from here hello???

What they'd enjoy most is wandering off the beaten path together though. Be that the countryside, tall brush golden and up to their thighs, tickling their fingertips or even just within the city - empty streets, tripping over cobblestone and swinging around lampposts into one another's space.

Extra: Dick and Jason souvenir shopping towards the end of their stay. Them buying thoughtful and beautiful things for Alfred and Cass and Duke, but Tim and Damian? Ahahahaha, they make it a game of who can find the tackiest thing, or what would make their two brothers cringe the most.

[intercoursefluids]

Well That Happened Chapter 15

Marinette scooched forward, precariously dangling Infront of Fang’s massive eye.

For some reason, he was much bigger this time around.

It was a little intimidating.

Marinette just hoped he hadn’t been hit twice, that would ruin her entire plan.

“Hey Fang! Are you still a good boy?!” She shouted, hoping he would hear her.

Fang’s eye locked on her, which was honestly rather creepy but she decided to ignore it.

“Are you a good boy, Fang?” She cooed.

Fang roared, turning his body and flying them slightly to the right.

Marinette looked up, watching Damian stumble slightly before he regained his footing from the sudden shift in direction.

“Who’s a good boy?” She called.

Fang roared again, trying to come closer to her but only effectively making them turn further to the right.

Marinette let out a sigh of relief, patting the bridge of Fang’s nose.

“Oh thank goodness, I wasn’t sure you were still you.” She told him.

“What do you mean you weren’t sure?!” Damian shouted down at her.

“… Y’know it turned out fine, so I don’t feel like it really matters-”

“Marinette.” He said exasperatedly.

Marinette was sure that he wasn’t holding onto her rope he would have face palmed.

“Okay Fang, are you a good boy?! Are you going to let us ride you into battle?!” Marinette called, trying to rile him up.

Fang roared again, his body trembling from the force of it.

Marinette was quick to cover her ears, pitying Damian as he steadfastly held the rope instead of covering his own.

“Carapace! Where’s the fight? Has it moved?” Marinette asked into her comm, trying to spot them from her place on Fang.

“Still here, where the Louvre used to be. Trying to keep the akuma contained but we’re getting a bit tired.” Carapace answered, his voice crackling through the comm.

Marinette nodded, looking out from her vantage point to get her bearings.

“Hold on Damian, we’re moving!” She called out, looking up to him for confirmation that he’d heard her.

“Okay Fang, left! Go left!” Marinette ordered, pointing to her left.

Fang roared, slowly turning his massive body the direction she was pointing.

“All troops retreat from the 1st Arrondissement! I repeat, All troops retreat from the 1st Arrondissement!” Marinette called into her comm as the fight came into view.

They weren’t exactly there yet, but with the speed they were moving it wouldn’t be long. Hopefully it would give everyone enough time to get out of there.

“Hold on to something Damian!” Marinette called, watching as everyone scattered out of the way, giving her a clear shot at the akuma.

“Fang, down!” Marinette shouted, pointing straight at the akuma.

Fang roared, drawing the attention of the akuma but not giving them enough time to get out of range.

Damian jerked on the rope, hauling Marinette up and out of the way as the akuma ended up plastered to Fang’s massive snout.

Damian pulled Marinette up beside him, grabbing her arm and sprinting towards Fangs tail as he continued his descent down and into the last remains of a building.

Fang’s collision with the rubble sent shockwaves throughout the area, shaking the ground as if it were a small earthquake.

Marinette slipped, starting to slide down the side of Fang’s back.

She would be crushed underneath him if she didn‘t make it away in time.

Damian grabbed her arm roughly, barely catching her as she lost contact with Fang’s scales.

Marinette’s arm screamed in pain as Damian caught her, a sickening pop worsening the pain.

Marinette grit her teeth, trying not to scream as her arm and shoulder lit on fire from the pain.

Damian pulled her up beside him, shifting his grip on her to pin her between himself and the horn he was hanging onto.

“You okay?!” He shouted over the cacophony of chaos surrounding them.

“Yep.” Marinette grit out, peeking over his shoulder as the ground grew closer.

Damian was panting, his chest heaving as he fought to keep them from getting crushed. Both by Fang and the numerous buildings that had given out because of the earthquake.

Fang stopped moving, a soft rumble coming from him as he laid down on the ground.

Damian didn’t move, waiting until the crumbling buildings and quaking earth had settled before even attempting to get down.

“You are covered in sweat and dirt.” Marinette told him, trying to keep his mind off the strain of keeping them both safe.

Damian laughed, readjusting his grip as everything slowly stopped shaking.

“Yeah well, you’ve had a stick in your hair and a dirt streak across your nose for the better part of an hour.” Damian told her, resting his forehead against her good shoulder as he took deep, steady breaths.

Marinette snorted, reaching her good arm around to pat his back as everything came to still.

“Thanks for letting me know,” She said sarcastically. “I think we’re good to get down now.”

“And how do we do that?” He asked, his arms starting to tremble from the strain.

“We slide. Turn and try to lay down on three, okay?” She told him.

Damian nodded, his breaths rustling her hair as he leaned back.

Marinette turned her head slightly, spotting the small ledge he had been using to keep them up.

It was a miracle they hadn’t fallen yet, Marinette wondered just how strong his grip strength was.

“Okay, 1.”

She flattened her back against Fang’s side, pressing as closely as she could.

“2.”

She cradled her injured arm close to herself.

“3!”

Damian flipped onto his back, releasing Marinette out from under him and letting go of the ledge in one fluid motion.

Damian slid down next to her, their clothes catching and releasing on Fang’s scales over and over again.

It slowed their decent but scratched at their skin, leaving little cuts and scrapes along their path.

Just before they reached the ground Fang shifted, accidentally bucking them off and sending them tumbling onto the ground.

Marinette couldn’t hold back her scream as her bad arm made contact with the ground.

Pain shot up her body in harsh waves, leaving her gasping.

There was another pop, quickly followed by an equally sickening crack as she crashed against a rock.

“Marinette!” Damian shouted.

He had recovered faster than her, having been able to catch himself and fall into a roll where Marinette’s arm had given out on her.

He rushed over to her, helping her sit up as she groaned in pain.

“What happened?” He asked, looking her over.

“Shoulder, arm.” She ground out, leaning against him.

Damian reached over, his hands fluttering around her shoulder and moving down to her arm.

Her shoulder was incredibly sore, it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it had when it had popped the first time but it still hurt.

The main problem was her arm, she hadn’t brought herself to look at it yet, but she was fairly certain it was broken.

“I think you might have dislocated your shoulder early, but it seems to have set itself back in place when we fell. Not well but its in place.” He told her gently. “Does this hurt-?” Damian asked, gently fluttering his fingers just around a large bruise that was beginning to form.

Marinette’s sharp hiss of pain seemed to answer for her.

“Sorry,” He told her earnestly. “I think you might have fractured your arm.”

Marinette groaned, tiling her head back as she regained her bearings.

“Of course I did. Come on, this is almost over anyways. I’ll be good as new when the akuma is purified.” She told him.

Damian helped her stand, staying near her as they moved towards Fang’s head.

“Fang, off.” Marinette told him, waving him away with her good hand.

Fang, being the excellent boy that he is, listened to her obediently, slowly standing and backing up just far enough to reveal the unconscious akuma underneath.

“How did that not break the item?!” Carapace shouted.

Marinette looked over, spotting him pop his head up from a crack between the rubble.

He pushed some of the concrete aside, walking out into the open followed by the rest of the Miracle Warriors who had been present for the fight, as well as a few civilians who hadn’t made it out in time.

“Shel-?”

“Shelter.” He answered, coming over to stand next to her.

Everyone came out of hiding, crowding around the akuma as several people started breaking various items the akuma had on her.

“Are you two okay?” Piáo Chóng asked, coming over to examine first Marinette and then Damian.

Marinette waved her off, smiling at her as the older woman fussed over them.

“We’re fine-”

“She fractured her arm.” Damian snitched.

“We’re mostly fine.” Marinette corrected with a glare pointed towards Damian.

Piáo Chóng sighed, moving over to look at Marinette’s arm.

“What am I going to do with you?” She sighed.

Marinette laughed, trying not to cringe away as Piáo Chóng poked and prodded at her arm.

“Oh, right.” Marinette said, trying to rifle through the fabric of her dress with one hand.

It had pockets , which Marinette had discovered while they had been running.

Damian noticed her struggle, stepping forward to find the opening of the pocket and pull out the jar that was, somehow, still intact.

“How did this not break?” He asked, holding up the jar with the amok still trapped inside.

“Magic fabric.” Marinette answered taking the jar from him. “Still hurt when I landed on it though.”

Marinette handed the jar to Piáo Chóng watching as she cracked it open and released the amok.

Piáo Chóng caught it quickly, purifying the little feather with soft, hushed words before releasing a small white feather instead.

It floated about, almost landing on Damian before he dodged it.

“Don’t worry,” Piáo Chóng told him, a hand on his shoulder. “It can’t hurt anyone like this.”

“So, what happens now?” Damian asked.

“Now, we find the actual akuma, purify it, and reset all the damage. It’ll heal us both,” Marinette told him, nudging him softly. “Down to every last scratch.”

He smiled softly, opening his mouth to answer when Viperion’s shout cut him off.

“Look out-!”

Marinette turned, ducking just in time to dodge the brick that was thrown at her.

“You! You stupid little girl!”

Damian glanced between them, taking in Marinette’s face before turning back to the man.

“Is that-?”

“Hawkmoth.” Marinette growled.

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Ch. 14: An Idiot’s Discovery

Marinette could pass away right now and be perfectly content with the impact she left behind on the world. Hell, she probably already had passed away because there was no way her life could possibly be real.

It began in the morning, when she checked her phone for the first time since yesterday. She wanted to stay up late into the night texting Damian, but the poor boy struggled as it was to keep the conversation flowing. It would be rude of her to overwhelm him with messages. She had learned the hard way that that was the worst possible route for making a guy like her back. Adrien’s place in her life was proof enough of that. Safe to say, she locked away her phone before going to bed.

Being the typical teenage girl that she was though, Marinette’s first course of action after waking up was to open her phone. Notifications popped up before her eyes at a frantic speed. They were almost unreadable as she struggled to keep up with the never-ending line. All that she was able to make out was that they were mostly from instagram and that a lot of people were commenting on a post she was tagged in.

Who could have possibly tagged her to garner this amount of comments? She hadn’t seen Jagged recently enough for him to justify a post, and Adrien would always ask for permission to post about her beforehand. None of her other friends ever reached this extreme of a response to their own accounts, save for Chloe, but she was on a ban from instagram at the moment.

Deciding to just bite the bullet, Marinette clicked on a random notification to be brought to the offending post.

The picture was definitely of her, except it wasn’t just her. She was accompanied by none other than Tim Drake, the billionaire she had just begun sewing a suit together for. Kwamis, she was on Tim Drake’s official instagram account. When had he taken this?

Tikki giggled maniacally as they took in the picture together. Marinette was kneeling before Tim as he smiled into her floor length mirror. Her face was pinched into focus, arms spread to measure the length of his in-seam. She was the image of gentle beauty. The light was making her eyes shine, and a pretty pink flush danced along her cheekbones. It was a rather flattering angle, considering her awkward pose.

Tim, on the other hand, was very obviously comfortable and pleased. She wondered then why he had seemed so relaxed, and she especially wondered why now. She had measured enough people by now to know that it wasn’t exactly a comfortable process. Stiffly standing in place for an extended period of time began to cause a couple aches.

He must have set up the camera when she stepped away to the bathroom halfway through because she did not remember him ever having his phone out. She had to hand it to him. He was sneaky. It was no wonder Damian seemed to have such a negative view of the celebrity. They were both from Gotham, so they likely ran into each other at least once, after all.

Clicking on the account, she decided she should follow him since he had brought her so much attention. And given that he had gone out of his way to find, commission, and tag her in a post, she figured she should at least look into his account, as well.

The first few posts were exactly what she expected – pictures of Tim in his office, candid photos from the occasional charity gala, and the typical proof of international travel. What she didn’t expect, however, was to find a picture of Tim posing with a very angry Damian.

Marinette needed way more context to this. She scrolled through the slides, seeing more of Damian, the siblings that Tim had gushed about, and even Duke! The caption made her heart leap into her throat.

Nothing like having the whole family together. A shame Damian can’t manage a smile for the gram tho.

Oh, Kwamis. No wonder Damian had such a strong opinion on Tim! The little brother around Marinette’s age Tim had talked about was Damian. Her Damian was the Damian Wayne, the youngest of Bruce Wayne’s brood and well-known for staying out of the public eye. How could she be so stupid?

She vaguely felt the touch of Tikki as the kwami shut the jaw she didn’t know was hanging open in the first place. Tikki was laughing even harder.

Marinette gasped, “You knew about this, didn’t you?”

Tikki avoided her eyes, and Marinette pressed her face closer to stare. Now the sweat was gleaning on her red skin.

“I-um, maybe?”

“Tikki!”

“Listen, listen,” she pleaded. “I knew you’d freak out, just like you’re doing now!”

Marinette turned and slammed her head dramatically into the pillow. She whined, albeit muffled, “I’m never gonna live this down.”

After a few moments of groaning, she stopped moving abruptly. Tikki panicked and rushed to meet the girl before she swung up and asked, “Wait, how did you even find out?”

“I may or may not have had the kwamis help me hack into your computer and run a background check.” Tikki looked very guilty before continuing, “And I asked Kaalki to teleport to Gotham and stake out the family.”

“Since when did you get so devious, Tikki?”

Said kwami stuttered and kept her eyes everywhere but meeting Marinette’s. “We just wanted to make sure you weren’t gonna get hurt by someone evil.”

All Marinette could do was sigh. The kwamis may not know much about human standards of boundaries and privacy, but they were genuinely trying to look out for her. That’s what they did. Marinette kept them safe at home and out of Hawkmoth’s hands, and they in turn, watched her back both on the battlefield and off. She couldn’t be angry. Tikki would never do anything purposefully malicious. That was against all she stood for as the kwami of creation.

Marinette held out her hand for Tikki to rest on. “It’s alright. I know you weren’t trying to do anything bad. You’ve just got to remember that social norms are a little different for humans.”

Tikki nodded in shame, but Marinette only brought her to her chest and cupped her against it in a makeshift hug.

“We’re sorry, Marinette,” Tikki whispered.

She smiled in return. “It’s okay. You didn’t realize.”

And they held each other in a warm silence, with only the sounds of Paris outside her window to keep them company. Birds, cars, street vendors shouting, citizens screaming–wait. Citizens screaming?

Marinette’s eyes shot over to the bright red text flashing on her screen, signaling an akuma alert. Leave it to Hawkmoth to akumatize an innocent person at 9 o’clock in the morning.

Tikki met her determined eyes, nodding. They knew what needed to be done. Her freak out over Damian could wait until later.

“Tikki, spots on!”

–

Ladybug and Chat Noir were racing across the rooftops towards the far end of the Seine. Roaming the streets nearby was a large and angry teddy bear that was sending the occasional laser beam from its eyes. The akuma was likely a child, if the chosen form was anything to go by. Straightforward akumas like this were the best, though. Given the simple design, there was nowhere to hide the akumatized object – a red ribbon wrapped around the neck of the bear.

“How kind of Hawkmoth to wrap our akuma up for us in a pretty silk ribbon! It’s almost like a present, m’lady,” Chat cheered as he ran beside her.

It was hard to keep in a laugh, but she instead offered him a sincere smile. Chat’s humor never failed to make akuma battles less tiring, but she couldn’t afford to let her guard down, easy fight or not.

“Let’s just hope this is as easy of a fight as it looks,” she teased back.

They were on the scene in seconds, going straight into their usual maneuver of distraction and capture. This time around, it was Ladybug’s turn to play the bait as Chat Noir wrapped around the back. Watching as her partner moved to hide in an alley below, she set to throw herself directly into the fray.

Standing on the roof adjacent to the akuma, she yelled, “What’s got you all worked up, little bear?”

A fluffy fist came flying towards her slowly, giving her ample time to leap to the next roof and out of harm’s way, if you could even describe it as harmful. She was ready to jump back and onto the akuma’s arm when suddenly the teddy bear was falling backwards into the Seine.

Her head turned to look at the alley Chat had been hiding in, only to find him standing there as dumbstruck as she was. If he wasn’t responsible for this, who was?

There wasn’t time to worry about it, so the superhero duo bounded into action and in the direction of the akuma. The stuffing was dissolving quickly into the water, the teddy bear’s lack of movement signaling its defeat.

Chat dove into the water and swam to the ribbon hanging loosely around its neck. Calling on his cataclysm, the ribbon disintegrated until a black butterfly came flying out. Ladybug was already on the move, and she swung her yo-yo to catch it before it could disappear.

“Bye-bye, little butterfly,” she sang softly as a now white butterfly released from her yo-yo.

As it fluttered away, she threw her yo-yo upward, shouting, “Miraculous ladybug!”

The little damage incurred to the city vanished with a swarm of ladybugs, tickling the noses of citizens and filling the air with a pleasant smell. It was a quick akuma. This likely even surpassed the record for their quickest take-down, but there was still something making her stomach sit uneasy.

Where had their assistance come from?

Scanning the water, she noticed something shining. A hint left for her by her miraculous cure, she assumed. Reaching in to fish it out, Ladybug’s hand grabbed onto cool metal. She pulled the object out, and a silver batarang sat nestled between her fingers.

Damian — 32 min ago

I saw the announcement online. Congratulations are in order. I have no doubt that you will win the Paris Young Designer’s Contest.

Yeah. She could definitely pass away now.

[dairy-farmer]

Kryptonian culture is to have a soulmate. Like penguins, they mate for life. Clark chose Lois for his mate, and Kon chose Tim. Only problem is Jon also chose Tim.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ !!!!!!!11

tim and kon having been together since they met, dating in secret for a while because they were both so new to it. but then cassie started making her attraction to superboy known and spolier wouldn't stop bothering tim and they just couldn't keep pretending that they weren't already with someone else.

batman had been disappointed in tim but clark had talked to him and reassured tim he hadn't done anything wrong.

kryptonian biology is...weird. they're a lot like animals. more animalistic than humans. in some ways they're like birds. they mate for life.

that's how it'd been in kryptonian society according to kara.

kon and tim are happy. content with each other.

tim knows clark has a son with lois lane. jonathon kent.

but he lived in metropolis with his parents while kon lived in smallville with ma and pa. tim had never had much of an association with clark aside from getting his support when his relationship with kon was exposed.

kon similarly rarely associated with clark. their relationship is just too...distant and they never fully reconcile even though they spend holidays together on the farm.

the first time tim meets jon is when damian invites him over. he's small, a little awkward but cute in the way all young boys are. he has blushed, red cheeks and stutters when he meets tim. and tim's heart warms up to him fast because he's so little and adorable and part of tim wants to be like those grandmas at galas and tweak his nose.

beyond that tim never has much to do with jonathon kent. he's a friend of tim's younger brother and clark's son.

kon doesn't really define what jonathon is to him. he could be nephew if clark views kon more like a brother, a brother acts more like a father, his son if kon is basing it all purely off genetic relation.

but he and clark never really have that talk and kon meets jon about as often as tim.

they hear the news about jon being aged up to their age range.

it's none of their business but they feel sympathy nonetheless.

they offer their support and words as much as any other hero and retreat to offer some privacy.

they think they're doing the right thing. when clark sends out a mass message, sounding half panicked and askign if anyone had seen jon they perk up and reach out to others.

they're surprised when they hear a knock on the window of their shared penthouse in gotham.

it's jon. he's sheepish and red-cheeked, looking away from them and asking if he could come in.

it becomes a regular thing.

jon running away to their apartment.

kon is confused but doesn't ever turn him away. they'd never been that close but now as an...adult jon seeks him out more.

tim supports as best he can. offering jon a change of clothes when its clear he was flying in the rain. offering food and drinks, letting him crash on their couch.

clark and lois seem less panicked when they learn jon is retreating to their apartment. they're confused as well but as long as jon is safe they're willing to let it slide.

jon sometimes brings little gifts, little signs of apology for intruding on them once again. flowers, candy, sometimes even a piece of origami he made.

kon wonders if that should've been his first sign. if he should've picked up on the fact that jon always gifted those things to tim. that he always asked if tim was home when kon was the one to crack open a window and shuffle him inside.

that when the three of them would watch a movie together jon would curl up to tim's side. that he'd always stare at tim as he moved through the apartment.

in hindsight, it should've been obvious.

the looks, the gifts, the visits even when clark swore up and down that nothing had been wrong the day before.

maybe tim and kon are dense but they get it really quickly when jon leans in to kiss tim one day when he tells a joke and tim bursts into a beautiful snorted laugh.

the thing about kryptonian's is that they're a lot like animals. more animalistic than humans. in some ways they're like birds. they mate for life.

lois had men try to court her even after being with clark but clark had never paid them any mind. some biological compulsion to not see them as threats because they weren't kryptonian.

as a result no one, no even clark, expects the violence that erupts in tim and kon's apartment that day.

because any krpytonian worth a grain of salt will fight to warn potential suitors away from their mates.

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Child of Mine

09/06/2023

Chapter 16

First|Previous

August 8th, Talia sent Damian out on secret mission. It was to infiltrate and remove the traitor of the league. He was only given a photo, but no name or information on his target. He set out by plane to Paris, France, spending the twenty – four hours in the air to form his plans to take her out. He studied the photo seeing what he should know about this person. Damian couldn’t remember much since he was revived a couple years back, but something about this traitor was setting his insides in uncomfortable feelings. His mother had said this person had left the league after he was born, escaping death by his grandfather. He wondered why his mother did not go after this woman herself, but he didn’t question her. His mother’s wrath was not one to be taken lightly. He allowed himself to rest the last five hours of flight, deciding he will occupy an empty location and monitor from there. This job should not take no more than a week at most, if he is lucky, it will only take him twenty – four hours upon arrival.  

Damian arrived at the airport and swiftly avoiding security as he huddled behind a couple who were too preoccupied with themselves to notice. Once alone, he walked along the sidewalk taking in the sites and view of Paris. The Eiffel Tower can be seen from everywhere it seems. He wandered the big city checking his surrounding, taking in the best places for action, and looking for the traitor. She could be anywhere in this city, so his search may take longer than he expected. Without the name, he couldn’t look her up on the French database like he wanted. But obviously his mother was using this for training purposes. He knew his grandfather was going to make him the new head of the League, and this was just one of many steps to get to that point.

A familiar smell caught his attention and caused his trained stomach to rumble.

“الصمت الآن ، أنت لست جائعا” (Hush now, you are not hungry) He mumbled to himself. Despite chastising himself, he followed the smell to a bakery that sat across the park. It must be a very popular location if the line out front wasn’t an indication. He watched as people entered and left with smiles and bags of food. Some even sat at small, tall tables conversing and eating said treats. The familiar smell once again attracted his attention and he spotted a treat much like the ones he was given from his mom once a year, the semolina cake. Why is this treat made here? He thought to himself. He wanted to get one to see if it was the real thing, only Damian froze in his place. There, passing out pastries to the line of waiting customers, stood his target.

She was taller than he imagined. Standing 5’2”, slim fit figure, long raven hair braided across her left shoulder, and dressed in casual designer fitted blue jeans. He watched her from his spot by the light post and watched her profile change based on her movement as she address each customer. He spotted her sapphire blue eyes shine with happiness when she interacted with children around his age, then dull with sorrow when she turned away from them. It made him concerned about this woman, but he quickly pushed that away, bringing his serious detached emotion back in the front. He turns from his location and goes back to finding an empty place to occupy until night fall.

Thirty minutes before sunset, Damian found the woman walking with a red headed woman and two others towards a cemetery, blocks from the Boulangerie Patisserie. He followed them by roof top until he couldn’t any longer, so he stayed to the shadows watching. The four of them laid out a blanket in front of a little gravestone, the semolina cake placed in the center, a candle, and five cups. One cup sat in front of a framed photo of a child filled with a sugary drink of sort. The burly man leaned over and light the candle as everyone sang a sorrow version of “Happy Birthday” in French. The traitor leaned over and blew the candle out tears sliding down her face. The smaller raven-haired woman place the cake up on the grave stone with the cup of juice. They all conversed until the sky was almost covered in stars.

Damian waited as the older couple pack up everything, embrace the traitor and the other woman, and depart back to the bakery. The women talked in hushed tones as they held each other staring down at the tombstone. The traitor leaned up and kissed the redhead then watched her leave heading back in the direction the couple disappeared at. It was now just the two of them.

“يمكنك الخروج ، أنا معجب أنها لم تأت لي عاجلا.” (You can come out, I’m impressed she didn’t come get me sooner.) The woman states. Her voice was melodic but stern, compelling Damian to step out of the shadows.

“Tu es assez petit pour un assassin.” (You're small for an assassin)Her speech changes to French as she looks him over as if trying to identify him. His face was partially covered from the nose down, his hood covered his hair, as his body was covered in black and deep red, his waist, arms, and legs holding all his small weapons. His katana strapped to his back. When he didn’t make a sound she changed her dialect to English.

“You feel familiar. But I would’ve remembered any small assassins the League trained when I was imprisoned there.” Her posture relaxes as she watched his movement. Damian was confused by her statement. Imprisoned? He thought to himself.

“I was informed you were a traitor and escaped death for treason.” His French was still rough, but his meaning was clear.

“Treason. Traitor.” The woman burst into laughter. Damian assumed this woman was insane. “The only treason I could have done was steal my son back from Talia and her derange father. But she was the one who betrayed me.” She stepped back away from the tombstone, giving Damain as clear look at the photo. The photo shows a younger version of himself with emerald green eyes, smiling like he had never seen death in his life. There was no way she had a photo of him, it had to be altered. This traitor must have known he was coming and created the illusion to distract him from his attempted death. The idea angered him. Damian turned his attention back to the traitor, griping his blades from his waist, and charged her. She dodged his attacks with ease, shifting from left to right, jumping over his small frame with calculated precision. The woman landed behind him positioning herself on the defense. Damian swings himself around and throws three knives at her, knicking her against her cheek, neck, and arm.

She let out a hiss of pain, shifting her stance but keeping her eyes on him. He jumped into the air to dive down into her abdomen with his blade, only for her dodge then send her knee square into his stomach. Damian let out a gasp of pain, losing his breath as he crumpled to the floor. Clearly the woman was holding back attacking him. She would have to protect herself if she did not wish to be killed by his hands. She would have to kill him.

“تبا.” (Fuck) He curses trying to take in breathes, he rips the mask down to assist him which made his hood fall, exposing his features more toward the woman. The same woman backed up letting out a shocked gasp.

“Alim?” Her blue eyes were wide and full of sorrow, confusion, and anger. Wait, her eyes are bright green. Like mine. Damian surveyed. Is Alim her son?

“How are you – Blast that woman and her stupidity.” The traitor speaks of his mother. He may not like his mother’s methods of care, but he will not tolerate someone disgracing her.

“Do not speak mother from your foul mouth.” Damian demands getting up off his knees glaring at the woman. He felt his anger rise further to the surface sure enough turning his recessive green eyes brighter.

“I suggest you stop challenging me.” The woman’s tone was harsh and darker than previously. “How did your mother say you were conceived child.” Damian kicked himself forward, charging for another attack with his katana instead. He aimed for her legs to knock her down a peg. He just wasn’t expecting the woman to flip herself backwards and kick his katana out of his hand and catch it. She slams the blade into the tree behind her and glared at him with full demand.

“How old are you.” She demanded again. Damian was forced to answer despite fighting his instincts to not.

“I just turned eight.” He answered through gritted teeth.

“Very young indeed. Either she kidnapped you too and trained you, or you were conceived in the tube.”

“I was neither. I was born from the blood of my mother and father.” Damian watched the woman flinch from his words. Something in her expression changed quickly from stern to pain, as if slowly recognition to something clicked.

“What is your name?” She asks. Her tone softer as she green eyes lose more of its color slowly returning to sapphire.

“Damian Al Ghul. Son of Talia, grandson and heir of Ra Al Ghul.” He states standing with pride.

“Damian.” She mouthed aloud, listening to how it sounds. “She told me once if she had the strongest son, she would name him Damian. Go home Damian. Talia was a fool to send you here for me. Give her a message for me.” She steps back as someone appears behind her with dressed in a blue and white spandex suit and bright red hair forming ears. Damian stepped back from the two as the raven-haired woman shifts her eyes to a stern look.

“Tell Talia, haben shelah khay khayim musharim lifney shehu met. el taase et otah taut paamayim." (her son got to live a happy life before he died. Do not make the same mistake twice.) This time she spoke in Hebrew then turned to the newcomer, preparing to leave with them. “Happy Birthday Damian.” Damian threw his hand out to grab the trait-woman in hopes to get more information but they disappeared through a portal. He rolled the words in his head over and over again, not understanding what the woman meant. He knew once thing for sure, his mother was not going to be pleased when he returns from this failed mission.

Alix dropped her and Mari in the center of the bakery floor and de-transformed. Marinette fell to her knees crying both in rage and sorrow. Alix had been watching the scene play out since her wife told her they had a visitor. She had walked back to the bakery and transformed after arriving, knowing she wouldn’t have been followed and headed back to the cemetery to watch the stalker. She wasn’t expecting to find out that Mari fighting a child. Let alone the biggest reveal to Mari. Her son.

“Talia had my son the whole time. My son.” Alix watched as Marinette hugged herself, fighting the tears that stream down her cheeks. Alix kneels down with her and hugs her to herself as tight as possible, stroking her arms. Once Mari calmed down to be able to think, Alix shifted to look down at her wife.

“What do you want to do?” Mari looked up decision clear in her eyes when she answers.

“I don’t know yet. But somehow, we’re getting our son back.”

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