#(we are ignoring the Bruce slapping Dick ok)

[timbourinedrake]

Drawing parallels between Bruce's grief over Jason and Heathcliff mourning Cathy. The destruction of self and everyone around them, the guilt of feeling responsible for their death and being haunted by it every waking moment.

The same comparison can be made with Cathy and Jason if you really dig in to it, the two being complex characters who are so full of life and passion that they can't help but leave a lasting mark on everyone who meets them. Despite the pain Gotham caused Jason, he still loves it and is drawn to it and is almost the very personification of the city, much like Catherine has the very spirit of Wuthering Heights within her.

'Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I amongst the heather on those hills' Jason's return to Gotham almost reflects the same sentiment as this, he's trying to return to the person he once was, return to a time where he was happier without the anger and trauma he carries now.

Both stories show how easily love and hate can get twisted, how love isn't always positive, that sometimes it can be a destructive, obsessive force. It would be better for them to let the love go and move on, but instead they'd rather watch the other burn, because love is misery and if they do not suffer- is that really love?

[ellienettie]

6. Tim dies (lol)

I just wanted to write about Tim dying and the batboys grieving about it in their own ways (or what I like to imagine is their way of grieving) so Tim gets shot as a civi and everyone sees it and the next chapters focus on a batboy.

Bruce - Bruce, for losing the boy who didn't have to find and save him, for losing the boy who he knows without a doubt would never leave him, the boy who was his son before he was officially his. He contemplates all his sons relationship here and starts drinking again, thinking about how disappointed Tim would be because *Really Bruce? You're doing this again?* But Bruce can't find his strength to let go of the intoxicating liquid, can't find the will to not let himself drink his lucidity away because the person who stopped it in the first place is gone. He keeps one thing, though. One thing Tim did his best to change. Bruce still keeps his punches soft as batman, and it hurts that Jason tells him that he never cared about Tim, he never loved him enough to lose his will to batman again. Truth be told, Jason, that all Bruce wants to do is let go of batman now, but batman is what Tim would've never let go of, so he doesn't stop even if he spends sunsets to mid-morning to stop fighting, even if his punches are so weak it doesn't do anything to criminals, and if once upon a time it was the criminals nearly being beaten to death, now is their payback and Bruce wishes he could find it in him to be strong again.

Dick - He’s holding on to hope. Death wasn’t a forever concept in Gotham. Proof? Bruce, Jason, Joker, Damian, so why would Tim be the exception? And Dick feels off about everything and he’s tired and stressed and then someone just touches him and all of a sudden he’s clinging to Tim’s coffin, crying about how that’s his little brother in there, telling people to give him back. Dick, the oldest brother, who once again lost another brother. He thinks about maybe Tim would come back to life- "and that's another person in the dead robin's club. Letting robin pass on was a fucking mistake" and basically starts overworking himself and ignoring people again, until he breaks because he has to physically lock the gun man up and he beats the gun man an inch or less to death and he feels guilty and he should be arrested but the police (his workmates) are like "it's ok. We got you. He was scum." Trying to hide it and Dick's even more disgusted at the fact that he's not punished for his mistake.

Jason - Jason thinks he's glad. Jason thinks he's glad that Tim's dead. Except he's not. Jason wanted to kill him, yes, but why now? *Why now?* when things were going fine, and everything is alright, and there was *hope* that everything would become better and shit won't hit the fan and- he thinks it's a punishment for being happy, he thinks it's the universe telling him that he should've never become happy with someone he tried to kill. Another robin dead in the club, and he lashes out in anger and people *try* to accept that it's not the truth but it's hard right now and everything *sucks* and it sucks even more because he's the only one who's stable enough to properly prepare a funeral with Alfred, and what absolutely guts him like a fish is how Alfred tenderly holds a picture of ‘Robin!Jason’ and tells him that it was Tim's prized possession, that he, Jason's Robin, was Tim's reason to be in this lifestyle. Through the miracle of the butterfly effect, Tim is now dead. Jason hates butterflies.

Damian - Damian. Damian's glad, so glad that he's dead. Drake has never been worthy of the mantle, or the company. Drake was never needed, because if Father waited a while longer he would have a more worthy robin by his side, also saving him from himself. The sting of a slap doesn't surprise him, no, it's the fact that it's from his own father that it does. "After he got shot for you, Damian?" And Bruce leaves with a stumble, Alfred not even sparing him a glance. It seems like the world's against Damian after the one thing he wished for finally came true. Drake was dead, and for the better. Damian was superior in every way. Except. Except Damian feels a strange longing. He finds himself looking for new photos to appear magically in the manor as always, except Pennyworth never hangs them up anymore, cradling the few left and cleaning them with such tender loving care. He finds listening carefully for the hum of punk music playing loudly in headphones, or the meticulous clicking of objects that Drake fancied, like a camera, or his laptop. He finds himself sniffing the air for the usual smell of coffee, only to be met with nothing. He finds himself...missing drake. 

[buckys-other-punk]

Why There?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Tony suggests a little game for everyone to play after a party. You and Bucky are partnered up and let’s just say things become heated throughout the game.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, cussing and alcohol/drunk-ish people?

Prompt: “Let’s go fuck in that closet.”

Word Count: 2.8K 

A/N: Helloo loves! Starting off the new year with a new smutty fic! This was suppose to be for a writing challenge I joined back in May (holy shit i’ve put this off for way to long..sorry), but the blog who hosted the challenge kinda logged off of tumblr...but I still wanted to write this if they decided to come back (and check it out) and also for you guys of course. This is also very much unedited (like always because im excited to share this) Lemme know if you guys wanna be tagged in future fics and what you think of this fic! Enjoy ;)

**DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BUT I CANT CONTROL YOUR ACTIONS SO THIS FINAL WARNING IS POINTLESS...**

“Fuck, how many drinks have you had?” Sam asked, looking at Bucky.

“Far too many. You think Stark’s gonna stop poisoning us?” he chuckled in reply.

“Guys we should play a game!” Tony slurred excitingly towards all of you.

“Tony, are you drunk?” Steve asked Tony. In response he ignored the captain.

You looked at Natasha who was sitting next to you on the couch. Rolling your eyes you asked the man, “What game should we play Tony?”

“I’m glad you asked my dear sweet Y/N.” he stated as he patted your head gently.

“He’s for sure drunk.” you heard Clint huff under his breath.

“Whoever said that, go suck a dick.” Tony grumbled. “Anyways we should play hide and seek! It would be so fun to play it in this big tower!” he exclaimed.

“Tony, I honestly think you’ve had way too much to drink.” Pepper chuckled at her husband.

“No, I’m fine dear. Seriously guys come on! I’ll make it fair. We can have partners!” Tony explained.

“I call Y/N!” Sam yelled getting up from his seat. 

“Dude what the fuck!” Bucky whispered, slapping his shoulder with an angry expression.

“Hey, I wanted to partner with Y/N.” Natasha pouted towards Tony and you.

“Guys, relax I’m sure Tony is the one who will be picking partners. Isn’t that right Tony?” you hesitantly said looking at Stark.

“That’s right Y/N.” Tony replied. “And since Mr. Wilson over here was so eager he’s going to be partnered with Clint.”

“Noo!” Sam and Clint both shouted in astonishment as they looked at Tony.

“Sorry boys. Nat you’re with Steve.” Tony ordered looking at the pair. “I’m with my beautiful wife of course.”

“Yeah, no I’m tired honey. Being the host of an extravagant party was enough.” she said as she kissed Tony’s cheek.

“Good night Pepper.” you said ever so sweetly.

“Thanks. Have fun guys.” she said waving goodbye to everyone and exiting the room.

“Well, I guess I’m with you Banner. I’m assuming you’re playing.” Tony asked, crossing his arms.

“Do I have a choice?” Bruce said in defeat. 

“Nope!” Tony said. “And that leaves Y/N and Bucky for the final pair.” he added looking towards the two of you. You were kind of happy to be paired with Bucky, even though you wished to be paired with Natasha, but Bucky will have to do. I mean, you and Bucky have been having an on and off thing every so often, how bad would this be? You looked towards Bucky with a smile which he returned.

“What?! How come Bucky gets to be with Y/N!? I called dibs!” Sam said angrily towards Tony.

“Because I said so.” Tony snapped which made Sam go off in the corner to sulk.  “So here are the rules; you can’t ask FRIDAY for help, each pair needs to stay together, if you are found you can’t help the seeker find the others, and this entire floor is up for grabs.” Tony explained.

“Wait, if the entire floor is good to hide, that means we can hide in people’s rooms?” Clint asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Yup, everything is clear. If everyone is ok with that?” Tony asked, looking at everyone.

“Yeah.”    “I’m fine with that.”    “Ok.”     “Sure.”

“Alright, but just in case none touches anybody’s stuff in their rooms. Oh, I also forgot to mention, you can move around if you don’t like your hiding spot.” Tony stated sounding less drunk than before. “So, is everyone ready?” he asked and everyone gave a nod towards the man. 

“Ok, Bruce and I will be the seekers. We’ll give everyone 15 minutes to hide. FRIDAY can you announce when the time is up and who gets found when we find people?” he asked the AI.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” the AI said. “Your 15 minute timer starts now.”

With that everyone grabbed their partners and took off. Clint practically dragged Sam from the corner where he was sulking. Steve picked up Nat and carried her out of the room. Natasha was furiously yelling at Steve to put her down saying she can walk herself. Bucky grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the kitchen.

As the two of you entered the kitchen you both saw Clint try to shove Sam into one of the cabinets underneath the island table. They both felt yours and Bucky’s stares and whipped their heads towards the two of you.

“GET OUT!” Sam yelled as he tried to shimmy into the storage space. Bucky raised his hands in defeat and the two of you exited the kitchen. As you both were leaving you heard Sam yell to Clint, “Dude quit shoving me so hard!” The two of you laughed as you walked down the hallway.

You both passed the living quarters where you briefly saw red hair hiding behind a dresser. You stopped walking to look into the room, which was Clint’s, and saw blue eyes were peeking underneath a bed. “You guys are gonna be found first.” you said to the two.

“Fuck off Y/N. You guys haven’t even hidden yet.” you heard Nat say from behind the dresser.

“There is 5 minutes remaining.” FRIDAY announced.

“Let’s see who gets found first.” Steve said from underneath the bed.

You shook your head and walked towards Bucky. The two of you couldn’t find a perfect spot to hide and time was running out.

“Y/N there.” Bucky said pointing towards the laundry room. You nodded and the two of you quickly entered the room searching for a good place to hide. 

“Damn it there’s nowhere good to hide in here!” you huffed out towards the man.

“Aw come on Y/N. What about there?” he said pointing to the supply closet. “Let’s go fuck in that closet.” he said with a smirk.

“What the fuck Bucky!” you quietly yelled. “First off, no. Second, why should we hide there? Isn’t it a little too obvious to hide in a closet?” you replied with your hands on your hips.

“Hey at least I tried.” he said, raising his arms in defense. “Well it may be so obvious that the science bros wouldn’t even look there.” Bucky replied, back arms crossed.

“The 15 minute time is up. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner is on their way.” the AI announced.

“Ugh, fine we’ll hide in the closet.” you huffed in defeat as you pulled Bucky with you towards the closet. You opened the door, shoved Bucky inside first and got in closing the door behind you. The space felt super small with Bucky’s large frame pressed up behind you. His hands were on your hips and you felt his hot breath on your exposed neck. Fuck why did Tony have to have this idea right after a party? You grumbled to yourself.

“You smell nice, doll.” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“That’s fucking creepy Bucky.” you replied back.

“What, I can’t help it. You look so fucking hot in this dress.” he started as he rubbed his hands along your frame which of course gave you goosebumps.

“Wait, be quiet. I think I hear someone.” you whispered. Bucky became quiet, but his arms wrapped around your front this time and he pulled you even closer to his body. You could feel his bulge pressing against your lower back.

“Nothing here.” you heard Bruce yell.

“Did you check the closet?” Tony asked.

“I don’t think anyone would be hiding in the closet. That’s the most obvious place to hide.” Banner said.

“Alright then.” Stark stated as the two of them exited the laundry room.

He sobered up quickly you said to yourself.

Both you and Bucky huffed out the breath you were holding. You waited a good 5 minutes before opening the closet door and pulling Bucky out. As soon as the two of you got out of that closet you heard FRIDAY announce that Natasha and Steve were found first.

“Knew it.” you whispered with a smirk towards Bucky. “We gotta find somewhere else to hide.” you added.

“Where should we go?” he asked, walking towards the exit of the laundry room, looking out into the hallway to see if the coast was clear.

“Maybe someone’s room. I don’t think that Tony and Bruce would go back there since they already found a pair.” you said shrugging your shoulders.

“Alright, let's go to Sam’s room.” Bucky said. “I’ve always wanted to mess with his stuff.” he added with a smirk.

“Tony said to not mess with the rooms, Buck.” you said as the two of you walked into the hallway towards the room.

“Fuck his rules. I’ve been meaning to mess with Wilson’s stuff for a while, but never got the chance.” he snickered.

“Whatever.” you huffed.

The two of you arrived in Sam’s room without hesitation and Bucky wreaked havoc. He went into the bathroom and messed with all of Sam’s toiletries. Sam’s bed was neatly fixed before the two of you got there, but once Bucky finished messing with his bathroom, he walked towards the bed laying down on it.

“You wanna fuck in his bed?” Bucky said wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“What no.” you quickly said.

“Fine, maybe next time.” winking at you as he stood up from the bed. You rolled your eyes as you looked around the room wondering if Tony and Bruce found Sam and Clint. About 15 minutes passed and you were getting bored. Did Tony and Bruce give up?

“You guys are giving me a headache.” you heard Tony announce through the intercoms. “New rule, if you found a new spot to hide you have to stay there.”

“Ugh, I need this game to be over so i can get out of this dress.” you said as you laid on Sam’s bed.

“I can help with that, doll.” Bucky flirted which again made you roll your eyes. “Come one Y/N. Help me get back at Sam for his prank on me. Let’s fuck on his bed.” he begged at you on his knees. You sat up as an idea formed in your mind, which would help him get his revenge.

“No, I’m not gonna have sex with you in Sam’s bed.” you said and Bucky groaned frustrated looking at the ground. “But,” you started and that made him lift his head up. You leaned forwards towards him so that your face was close to his. “I’ll fuck you in his closet.” you said looking straight into his eyes. You saw his blue eyes turn dark filling with lust.

“You’re serious Y/N? You’re not messing with me right?” he asked quietly staring into your eyes

“I’m dead serious babe.” you said confidently and with that Bucky stood up and lifted you into his arms. As he walked towards the closet his blue eyes were staring into your y/e/c eyes. He looked down to your lips then back up at your eyes. Once Bucky entered the open closet he leaned his head forward and connected his lips with yours.

The kiss was passionate and rough. Bucky closed the door slightly so just enough light could peak through. He pressed you up against the wall as he still held onto you. He deepened the kiss and the two of you moaned as your tongues fought for dominance. Your chest was pressed up against his, arms around his neck holding him close and thighs wrapped around his torso.

You felt one of his hands move from your back to your exposed thigh. He ran his hand from your thigh up to your hip, pushing your black dress along with it. Bucky withdrew his lips from yours and attached them to your neck. Unsatisfied with his thin grey dress shirt, you moved your hands to his chest and began to unbutton the fabric wanting more of him. Just as you finished unbuttoning his shirt you both heard a noise outside the closed space. 

Both of you froze in place looking towards the cracked door not wanting to get caught. You heard footsteps walk past the room and a grumble followed by a door shutting. It was probably Steve, tired of Tony’s little game and wanting to sleep the rest of the night. With that the two of you huffed in relief, Bucky looked back to you  with his lustful eyes.

“You’re sure you still want to do this?” he asked face inches to yours.

“If we get caught, then whoever catches us will have a great show.” you said smugly.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, doll.” he growled as he took off his shirt completely while still holding onto you. 

You followed suit, luckily your dress had no zippers, so you pulled your dress up over your head and kicked off your heels. Bucky pulled back and drooled at the sight of you. You wore a black bralette and lace thong underneath your dress. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled it forward as he pressed his lips on yours once again. Your hands ran up his toned chest to the back of his neck, you used our right hand to slightly pull at his hair which made him moan.

Bucky’s right hand moved from your hip to up your body, stopping at your left breast giving it a light squeeze. Moaning at the sensation you began to grind against his lower half, feeling his dick twitch underneath his dress pants. Bucky pushed the fabric covering your breasts down, his lips removed from yours as he placed hot wet kisses from your jaw down to your chest. Admiring your naked torso he lifted you higher against the wall so he could attach his lips on your hardened nipple as one of his hands began to rub your clit through your lace thong. You moaned, grabbing a fist full of his hair drawing his lips back to yours. 

Once your lips were attached Bucky’s, he began to unbuckle his belt and you fumbled unzipping his pants off. He pushed them down along with his boxer briefs to his thighs and his hard dick sprang free form its restraints. It was your turn to now drool at the sight of him. You moved your right hand between your bodies as you grabbed his dick and began stroking it. Bucky moved his hand back to your clothed pussy and moved your lace thong to the side. He gathered the slick juices from your pussy to his mouth, moaning harder at the taste of you and your actions.

“You ready doll?” he asked looking at your eyes and you replied with a yes. He spat in his hand and pumped his dick before slowly inserting into you. The two of you moaned at the sensation as Bucky held you close waiting for you to adjust to his size.

“Move baby.” you whispered in his ear. Bucky slowly pulled out of you and back in.His movements were torturously slow and you wanted more.

“Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner have found Mr. Wilson and Barton.” FRIDAY announced. 

Oh thank god you said to yourself. “You better make this fast Barnes.” you breathed out finally getting what you wanted.

“Oh doll, if you want fast I’ll show you fast.” he whispered in your ear. Just like that his hips pulled back almost completely and quickly thrusted back into you. You moaned in Bucky’s ear pulling at his hair with your right hand, scratching his back with the other keeping his body close to yours. His pace changed to an agonizing slow pace making you clench around him.

“Fuck Bucky.” you moaned as your head rested on his shoulder. Bucky then thrusted hard into you again. You screamed, biting his shoulder as your back was pressed harder against the wall.

“Shit doll, you’re taking me so well.” he said as he kissed along your jaw. With each sharp thrust his lips moved closer and closer to yours. Once he felt your clench around his dick he placed his lips on yours swallowing your moans. 

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled as they entered his room.

Bucky’s ears perked up and he quickened his pace fucking you harder and harder. You couldn’t control how loud your moans were. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, hoping Sam didn’t hear. Your legs began to shake as you felt your climax come near and Bucky felt you clench around his dick. He quickly moved his hand over to your clit rubbing the small bundle of nerves as fast as he could. You both hear footsteps come closer and closer to the closet door. 

You and Bucky began panting hard at how close you both were. You felt Bucky’s dick twitch inside of you, which made you clench around him and just as you both were at the peak of your climax the closet door quickly opened revealing Sam. His eyes wide at the sight of you naked pressed up against the wall and Bucky balls deep inside of you. The two of you groaned in each other's mouths as you both came hearing yelling in the background.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sam yelled again. Covering his eyes at the scene in front of him, his two best friends having sex with one another.

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[internalsealpanic]

Merzost’

Summary:   Merzost’. Abomination. Monster.

a/n: This is mostly a character building piece for reader in my False Face Au with Good Dad! Bruce and Good Big Brother! Dick. This piece is slightly depressing but here it is. I would very much like to thank @knightfall05x for proof reading, putting up with my nonsense and convincing me to post this. Please ignore the blatant use of google translate. 

TW: Attempted solicitation of a minor, trauma, and gore. 

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Merzost’.

 Abomination. 

 That is what the old woman called you. 

 It wasn’t your unusual gait or your unnaturally fluorescent eyes or even the fact that you could feel the press and pull of minds just as easily as you felt the heat radiate off another human.  

 No, you could see it in her clouded eyes and the way she shivered in your presence. She was old. She was an old woman in Gotham. She knew what death smelled like and oh, how it rolled off of you like a thick miasma. Dripping thick and suffocating. 

 No, no, it was none of those blemishes. It was something more… fundamental, unshakeable. Something you could not slough off as it nestled and stewed under your skin. 

 Even now, you can still feel the heft and weight of the old woman’s terror as she gazed at you. 

 You tried to smother the smile that ripples through your features. 

 As it carved itself on your lips, a cold sort of fear engulfed you. 

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 Your mind spent far too much of your time in someone else’s skin that crawling back to your own felt wrong. Your mind and body roiled against each other. Blistering. Scraping. Scorching. Peeling away from each other as they are forcefully melded back together into an awkward human-like shape. 

 It was an odd feeling, a feeling of permanence and solidness that felt completely foreign to you.

 But this wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want their eyes. Not raking over your still roiling flesh. Not carving, inspecting, appraising. Pausing too long at your leg, smiling knowing it made you weak. Your stomach rebelled, twisting. You felt sick. You hated these moments. You hated when you and whatever this nervous scared thing this was blended together. 

 “You’ll be so pretty when you grow up,” the man whispered to you. The excitement in his eyes made your skin itch. You swore there were boils forming on your skin.  This was the only time your mind and body coalesced when your skin tore itself away from uninvited touch. 

 The man grasped your face with large calloused hands, squishing the loose tufts of your hair to your skin- prickling. It made the itch on your skin worsen, the unsettling boil in your gut more pronounced. Men like him, when they looked at you, soaking up the sight of you with hungry eyes, they saw your mother-soft, shining undine. Less of the knife-toothed ruskla you knew she was.

  Or maybe they did know. 

 Maybe this is why they-

 “You’ll be so so pretty, baby,”

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 Your mother held you tight. The smell of lilac in her hair was almost salient enough to overcome the pungent odor of copper in the air. 

 “Shhhhhhh. Shhhhh, It’s ok now-” She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your brow. “Mama’s got you. It’s ok.”

 Her words rang hollow and stark in contrast to the death rattle echoing from the man on the tiled floor of your kitchen. His intact eye still staring at you as your mother smoothed your hair with her blood-covered hand. 

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From the way your skin itched, you could tell Jeffrey Woodfield was a monster. Not the fun -movie kind with cheap latex masks so fake it made the pink flamingos in Florida look like the genuine article. Now that you thought about it, you really would rather be in Florida right now. The weather would be warm, your joints would ache a lot less, Disney Land probably didn’t get half as many clown attacks, and there would be sooooo many old people to scam. 

 “Baby,” he whispered huskily into your ear, sliding his filthy hands up your waist and keeping you planted firmly against the brick wall. You could practically feel the hives begin to pucker at your hips. Your breaths were shallow and nervous as he presses your small body into the wall. You asked him to leave you alone. You asked him to give you space.  You thought about screaming or asking for help or anything but the way your lungs shrink into your chest made it hard to so much as a squeak.   

 This wasn’t happening. 

 You were 13. 

 This wasn’t happening. 

 Behind Jeffrey, you saw your mother, gore ladden and goddamn beautiful. She smiled, lips painted red and slick with fresh blood. Man or pig’s, it did not matter. To her there was no difference. Man or pig, they both squeal. 

  You could feel everything in you unfurl and relax. Mother was here. No, no. She wasn’t.  Logically, you knew she was somewhere else. Where that somewhere was you hoped it was at least 6 feet under the dirt. For everyone’s sake. 

 But with your mother there you knew what to do. Muscle memory whirred to life and suffused throughout your body. Fluttering your long lashes and running your small hands up his chest, you felt him bend toward your touch, leaning low enough for you to cup his face in your hands. 

 You measured the odds.

  His neck was too thick to snap. You bit back a snarl of frustration. 

 You slid yourself along the brick wall, inching both of you towards the dumpster. 

 “Acting shy now?” he breathed against your skin sounding like a panting bulldog. You could feel the hives pucker there too. You struggled to keep your face carefully sculpted, not letting any of the fear and disgust slip out. 

 He led the way, pulling you off the wall keeping a death grip on your wrist. A manic smile, too wide, too full of teeth stretches across your lips when he grabs your non-dominant hand.  Using your good foot, you scooped up a brick and snatched it with your free hand. You tugged at your wrist nearly wrenching yourself free. He kept a steady grip on you. It didn’t matter. He turned to you snarling, impatient. You slammed the brick into his face.

 He 

 Went

 Down

 With a satisfying thud, he was on the ground. The joints in your leg and hip twinged, screaming for you to run but the feeling of bone cracking beneath the force of your blow thrummed pleasantly through the twitching muscles of your hands. It felt fresh and satisfying. 

 “Solnechnyy svet, we do not leave things half done,”

 You stalked towards the groaning heap of flesh, grabbing the discarded brick. You weren’t weak by any means. But your mother had taught you well. 

 All you needed to do now was finish what you started. 

 Straddling his chest, fingers laced together around the brick, 

 You slammed the brick down. Another satisfying crunch echoes in the empty alley. Giddy laughter bubbles in your chest. A sort of manic excitement took over your body. 

 You felt alive. You feel the rush even as shattered teeth carve deep gashes into the flesh of your knuckles. Your mind lashed out soaking up the pain that radiated off of him. 

 Distantly, you can hear him beg. He’s pleading for his life. He’s begging you to stop. 

 You should stop. 

 For him?

 Did he when you asked? 

 They only stop when they’re like this. Twitching and bleeding. 

 “Merzost’,” came the old woman’s frail voice cutting through the vicious thoughts in your mind.  

 The high vanished. It left you cold. Cold and solid.

 The puckering of your skin returned. 

 You looked at your shaking hands. Blood dripping, still trembling from a mix of nervousness and exhilaration. 

 The air thinned. 

 Your mother’s painted lips curled into a sweet smile. Her eyes softened as she reached for you. You could almost feel her carding her hand through your hair, gently running the tips of her fingers over your scalp.  Her hands slid down to cup your face. Your unnatural eyes meet. 

 “Just like mama,”

 Your senses failed you. 

 The next few minutes were a slapdash combination of colors and sounds. 

 The wash out grey of Gotham tainted with red. 

 The echo of shoes against pavement. 

 Your breath came out in puffs. 

 You felt sick. 

 Everything ached. 

 Why were you outside? 

 You had piano lessons.

  No, that was last week. 

 No, it was today. 

 No, it was-

 The fresh, deep gashes running up the length of your hand throbbed angrily, still bleeding. You could probably ask Alfie to-

 Fuck. 

 Fuck. 

 Alfie was going to kill you. He was going to kill you and cut you up and- 

 Wait. Where were you? 

 You look around at the dilapidated buildings. Your breath picked up when you took it all in. 

 How did you end up in Crime Alley? 

 You bring your injured hands to your mouth 

 Fuck. 

 Fuck. 

 Fuck. 

 Breathe. 

You shoved your hands into your pockets, violently rummaging through the seemingly endless expanse of space provided by the jeans you’d stolen from Dick’s wardrobe. 

Why were guy pockets so much bigger? 

Wait, why were you even wearing these? 

You shook your head as you finally fished out your phone. 

Dried blood still covered your hands. 

Your stomach fell. 

Bruce wouldn’t take you back. 

No. 

Not when you’re just like your mother. Your hands move to your face feeling the remnants of the manic smile still pressed into your features. Your stomach cartwheels. 

You’re just another one of Gotham’s monsters. 

Bruce might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, and, sure, the guy has a bleeding heart-

The phone’s shrill ring drags her mind kicking and screaming back to the present. 

Should you answer? 

Should you leave it?

Whatever you’re gonna do you really shouldn’t do it in the middle of the street, looking dazed and confused and way out of yourself. Quickly ducking into an alleyway and slipping behind a dumpster, you curled into herself before pulling out your phone. 

 “Where are you?!” Dick practically shouted over the phone. 

Oh fantastic, it’s boy blunder big brother wanna be extraordinaire. 

. From the way he sounds, he’s probably grappling or running roof to roof. 

“Parker Row, I think,” You slapped your hand against your forehead. Why did you tell him? 

“Parker-”

“Hold on, lemme check-” You peeked your head out just enough to see the mouth of the alleyway which didn’t show much. At least, not in any remotely distinguishable way. 

Wait. Why were you even giving him your location? He’s just gonna throw you in Arkham. You swallowed thinking of all the minds you didn’t want anywhere near yours. Your pulse faltered. The thought of your mind melding with any of the rogues made you absolutely wanna crawl out of your skin. You wanted to leave it behind. You absolutely just wanted to make a break for it.  

To be fair, considering what you just did, you probably belonged in a cell there. Maybe not next to any of the rogues but if you had to pick one, Poison Ivy. Definitely. 

“(y/n), I’m serious, where are you? Bruce and Alfred are worried sick,”

You bit your lip. Worrying them was the last thing you wanted to do but there was also the fact that you just nearly murdered a man and possibly murdered him since you didn’t call for an ambulance. 

You tried to dredge up any sort of guilt for your actions but you really couldn’t find any. You really couldn’t manage much. You didn’t feel bad for putting him down. He was a fucking asshole and he was gonna do that to someone else. You weren’t about to apologize for rearranging a creeper's face. But you were sorry about the brutality of it. You hated how cathartic each blow felt. How righteous the violence felt.

The image of red lips flashed across your mind. Another wave of nausea rolled over you. 

You let out a breath. You were surprised at how dry it sounded. Considering how thick your throat felt, you expected a sob to come out. It sounded like a huff.  It even sounded oddly petulant to you. It probably sounded like that to Dick too since he let out an exasperated huff of his own. You were a little glad for it. 

“I’ll try to look for something,” 

“No. Stay put. If you’re in the Alley-”

“Yeah. Yeah. It’s not safe for me to wander around alone in the Alley. You and B don’t have to keep telling me,”

“Considering where you are…."

This wouldn’t really be much of an issue if your dumbass legs didn’t take you there for God knows what reason. 

“Lecture me later. Yanno when I’m in the safety of an overly plush couch where I can drape over dramatically as you each deliver your 500-word monologue about my dumbassery and I pretend to listen,”

“Please tell me you’ve actually done that to Alfred,”

“Do I sound brain dead to you?”

“Do you want an answer to that?”

“Fuck you,”

“Love you too, baby sis~”

Not for long. 

You really loved your big brother. It was hard not to. He was too damned caring and sincere not to. 

The knots in your stomach tightened at the idea of Dick not being your big brother anymore. You wanted to cry. But he was already stressed as it was and having you crying into his ear would have exacerbated that. 

Maybe they’ll at least feed Anatolii once they kick you out. Or maybe Arkham will let you keep him.

“How did you manage to take out your tracker?”

“What tracker?”

“Wait, has B somehow not gotten into your stuff yet?”

“No and I stole some of your old clothes”

“What? Why?”

That is a good question that someone should have asked you around 3 hours ago.

“What tracker?” You repeated trying to redirect the question to something more concerning. 

“You know how B is paranoid,”

“Ah,”

“Yeah,”

You smiled at the easy understanding. 

“I think I see you,”

You waved your hands over your head as his silhouette dropped down from the fire escape. You rushed over to hug him, practically tackling him in the process. Looking down at you clearly very surprised by your sudden affection, Dick doesn’t question it and simply holds you. You bit your lip and blinked rapidly feeling the tears gathering in your eyes.  

“You’re injured,”

“You’re in tights. What’s your point?”

“YOU HAVE GASHES ON YOUR HANDS”

“And you should really consider getting your name changed to Captain Obvious,”

“Y/n…..”

You hugged him tighter trying to shrink. It was a manipulative tactic but you knew it would work. Your skin started to dot with angry hives where your body made contact with his. You could already feel your face getting mottled with red bumps.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” The bumps spread to your neck. You could tell  Dick could see them when his breath hitched and his grip on you loosened. 

Both of you knew that the hives were nothing more than a psychosomatic reaction but Dick really couldn’t help but worry. You greatly appreciated his concern. You really did but letting go meant looking him in the eyes. Looking him in the eyes meant talking. Talking meant telling the truth. You just couldn't stand the idea of it, so you let your skin blister.  

“What’s wrong, kiddo?”Dick asked, giving your hair three quick pats before smoothing it over in a comforting gesture. It nearly made you burst into tears. Your control over that was wearing thin. You shook your head not trusting your voice not to come out frail. “C’mon you can tell your big bro,” He coaxed, nervousness edging into his voice. You shook your head again. 

Dick sighed. 

“Can I at least get you to Doc. Leslie’s clinic?” 

You weighed your options. 

And weighed them again.

And again. 

Calculating the odds but you were too tired.

Too rung out.  

Whatever is going to happen will happen. You nodded into his shoulder. Dick’s shoulders loosened. His hands moved up to squeeze your shoulders but pulled away quickly like you’d burned him. 

“Can you walk?” He asked gently. You hummed in answer. He let out a breath and shook his head. Your shoulders eased at that and you relinquished your grip. 

 You two began the slow walk towards the clinic, hand in hand. The silence pooled uncomfortably. You felt the anxiety whirring in Dick’s body even as you walked. Your mind reached out to him.  You wanted to reassure him that you were ok but you were a terrible liar when it came to your family. You knew the world of horrendous possibilities that was swirling in Dick’s head. He dealt with the worst the world has to offer on a nightly basis. His guilt and worry licked at your consciousness like a fire spreading too quickly. Your skin buzzed with irritation. Still, you tapped your index and middle finger against the back of his hand. It took you far too long to realize that that gesture meant nothing to Dick. Your eyes widened, mind racing through all the possible ways to do damage control. But when Dick simply reciprocated the gesture, you finally started crying. 

Doc. Leslie giving you a mouthful was expected. What you didn’t count on was her swatting you over the head when you refused to tell her what happened. 

“It was a Racoon, I swear,” You said, earning you a swat over your head. Dick was snickering at the edge of your periphery. You stuck your tongue out at him which he returned in kind. Doc. Leslie looked between the two of you and ran her hand over her face. Her blood pressure was going through the roof. Doc. Leslie leveled you a stern look one only Alfred could match. You shrank and let her inspect the rest of your skin. It was still mottled from the hug but Doc. Leslie was familiar enough with your condition to distinguish it from any other abnormalities. 

Your mother might not have trusted hospitals but even she could see that Doc. Leslie was trustworthy. Or at least, competent enough.  

“I’m gonna call, B-”

“NO-” You screamed shooting up from the exam table, your eyes blown wide and wild with fear. “Please don’t call, Da- don’t call, B-” Dick looked at you, brow furrowed, his hand reaching out for you. You didn’t shrink away. Instead, for once, your mind pressed back. His face twisted in mild discomfort. “You can’t, Dick. Please. You- please.” You sounded pathetic even to your own ears. Your mind pressed again. This time Dick winced in pain. You flinched back, your mind retreating.

“Dick- I-” You had hurt him. You had hurt him. 

You have become something intolerable. You have become what you have always been.  

Merzost’. 

Abomination. 

Monster. 

You felt all the adrenaline from the past few hours leave you all at once. The room felt like it was swimming and shifting. You tried to mouth an apology but your tongue simply flailed uselessly failing you in such a crucial moment. 

The world faded and you heard yourself collapse onto the floor rather than feeling it. 

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The (h/c) haired woman towered over you. You were weeping and begging as you bleed on to the kitchen. You sniveled letting snot, drool, tears, and blood pool at the side of your face. At that moment, you were what the woman thought you were, a pathetic animal. Two sets of incandescent eyes bear down on you-one pitiless and one too young to truly comprehend what's happening.

You look into your own uncomprehending eyes as you bled out on the floor. 

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You woke up wild. 

Your arms flung over your face. 

Your flesh was raw.

Your breath was short. 

The world around you was muted against the memory. 

Piece by piece the world fell back into place. 

There was a monitor beeping beside you. The air smelled of antiseptic, not copper nor lilac. Your breaths slowed. 

Piece by piece you retrieved yourself from the nightmare. 

You shifted and settled into bed, remembering clearly now where you were. You were at Doc. Leslie’s. You weren’t in the apartment on Main or the house on Orange or Wayne Manor. You were in the clinic. You were safe. 

“It’s ok, y/n. You’re safe now, sweetheart. It’s ok.” You felt a large hand smoothing over your sweat-soaked hair, stroking your head gently. Your muscles uncoiled and you let yourself melt into the mattress. Your skin did not prickle. 

In the complete darkness of the room, your mind searched for him. Bruce looms over you, towering but unimposing as he usually did. His mind radiated of worry, of warmth, of kindness. You were going to be sick. 

“Papa?” You rasped. The word must have sounded like a shattering plate to Bruce because he froze. A cocktail of emotions seemed to swirl in his mind. You desperately wanted to take the word back but you wanted to call him that just once before he carted you off wherever it was you belonged. You did not wait for his mind to pick whichever unpleasant emotions it decided on. You were resigned to whatever fate was in store for you but you weren’t one to sit idly by and wait for it. 

“Pa- B- I- I-” You tightened your fists around the threadbare blanket in frustration. Your mind was well aware of what it had to lose by saying this. It was once again the loss of love and you honestly didn’t know if you could take that but knowledge, the waiting for the inevitable, felt far more agonizing at the moment.  “B, I- Woodfield.” At that, Bruce’s brow furrowed visibly through the cowl. His mind finally settled on confusion. The loss of discordance put you at ease. 

“Woodfield,” He repeated quietly. The gears turning in his head. His expression grew grimmer by the second. You could feel your life falling apart. It was no surprise that Bruce had already heard of what had happened to him. “Why would you go after him alone? Are you ok?”

Alone? 

You blinked at Bruce. You furrowed your brow. 

“Did he hurt you?”

“No,” You were certain but the answer came out wobbly and unsure. Bruce gave you a stern look, but your mind was far too preoccupied to actually react to it.

What did he mean by alone? 

You’ve been talking cases with Bruce for the last week, pestering him about letting you help out by sorting through documents. Being the fresh eyes for the case. 

Then you stumbled on Woodfield’s file. Then? Then what? 

You were in an alley. Your stomach revolted to prevent any more memories. 

Your arms shot up grabbing Bruce’s and pulling yourself up with what little strength you had. “Bruce, I ki-”

“He’s in the hospital-” You stared at Bruce searching his face for something. Whatever it was you couldn’t find it. You expected to feel some kind of relief. After all, you didn’t kill a man. You still maimed him. Your mind supplied unhelpfully. 

“Are you ok?” Bruce repeated.

“No,” You answered honestly. You felt numb. With a war of emotions clamoring in your chest, you simply stared at a wall.  You felt the bed dip. Bruce was now sitting beside you. You pulled your knees to your chest and bury your face into your arms. You couldn’t stand to look at him. You just- Your mind reached out. The shape and texture of his thoughts weren’t jagged. They were heavy. Heavy but not crushing. The bumps and little prickles of concern confused you. 

“B- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I tried to stop but- but he- I-”

Bruce pulled his cape off and wrapped it around you, the solid weight of it gathering you into something solid. It was a silent comforting gesture. From one affection allergic person to another. You gripped the cape, lip wobbling. You turned to Bruce expecting to see his eyes cold and calculating, the kind of eyes that sussed out your weaknesses. But when you actually looked at them, Bruce’s eyes only betrayed concern. You felt like you’ve been sucker-punched. 

Bruce placed a large hand on your head. Bruce looked at you as you were, a scared kid. Not a thing or an abomination or a monster. You were just a kid.  And with that, you conceded. You scooted closer. Hesitantly, resting your head on his arm. Bruce made no attempt to pull you into a hug and you thanked whatever was up there for that.  

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a/n: To anyone in my tag list who just wanted fluff, I am so fucking sorry. To anyone who had to read this in general, I apologize but I just wanted to write this.  Thank you for reading.  

Tag list:  @batarella, @anothertimdrakestan, @lucy-roo, @multifandomgirl-us, @idkmanicantenglish,@birdy-bat-writes,  @boosyboo9206, @americasmarauders , @l-horizon11, @arestorationofbalance (Thanks for the push), @cloudie-skay 

[petersspidey]

Stress Relief

A/N: This one kind of  just came to me. Takes place probably somewhere after Age of Ultron before Civil War

Captain America x Reader

Warnings: Smut 

Masterlist // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // 

You were an Avenger. Tony had come across you years ago. You had been trained somewhat like Natasha, and could fight and your ability to read minds felt useful enough to Tony to make you part of the Avengers team. Along with everyone else, you lived in Stark Tower.

It was late one night, and you knew Cap and Tony had just gone out on mission. It was nothing so important that the two of them couldn't handle it together. The rest of you didn't need to tag along.

You were sitting in the lounge on one of the main floors, when Tony and Cap walked off the elevator together. Tony looked annoyed, and Cap looked pissed.

"I still can't believe you let that happen!" Steve exclaimed

Tony ignored him, and kept walking over to the bar at the side of the room. You stayed still, confused by what was going on.

"Tony! You can't just ignore this, you know we're going to have to go back out there." Cap continued.

Tony spun around, "Look old man, there's nothing we can do now. What's done is done. They are more than long gone. We did what we could, but we have no idea where they went and we're just going to have to wait and follow their tracks from here before we can do anything about it,"

"Or we could go out there! And try and Follow them that way and get this done now!" Steve exclaimed

"Or… they would already be in China or India, or Australia for all we know. So just let it go Cap. They'll show up on our radar again and we can get them then. And this time we'll know to bring back up." Tony said.

He poured himself a drink, and walked out of the room. Steve just stood there, you could tell he was frustrated by what had happened, and by what Tony was saying.

"Tough mission?" you said, breaking the silence.

Steve spun around, he hadn't realized you were sitting there listening the whole time.

"Yeah, that's an understatement," he said. You could still see the anger in his eyes, even though he was trying to calm down.

You had always thought Cap was handsome, but what girl didn't fantasize about Captain America. And you had definitely fantasized about him more than once. Although, you knew he didn't think about you that way. Or at least, he didn't think of you that way while you're around, knowing that you would be able to read his thoughts.

"What happened?" you questioned

Steve sighed, "we thought this would be a quick and easy mission. Little did we know, they had a ship on standby as well as several dozen mutant dogs. Before we could even realize the guy was flying away, we were still getting attacked by seventh round of the mutts,"

"Tough break," you said, sipping on your drink

Steve rolled his eyes at you. Not wanting to hear anymore things like what Tony had been saying.

"I'm so frustrated, I should have known that something like this would have happened." He said

"Actually, I'm really the only one who could have known something like this would have happened, which is why I told you guys to bring me in the first place, but oh well. Maybe the next time we run into them," you said, giving Steve a smirk, knowing you just made him more mad.

You could see Steve clenching his jaw and his fists, "Man I just really want to hit something,"

"Ok Bruce," you joked.

He rolled his eyes at you again, "I'm just going to go down to the gym," he said, turning to leave.

You stood from where you were sitting on the couch, "and do what? Hit one of your punching bags. Like that would help. Besides, you broke all the ones we had in the building. Tony had to order more, and they haven't shipped yet,"

"Fine, i'll just go to a local gym then…"

"And break their equipment too?"

"Well then what do you suggest, Y/N? Because I can't just take deep breaths, I need to vent," Cap said

"Well, I have an idea that does involve you breaking something," you said.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" Cap asked.

You could hear him racking his brain trying to figure out what it possibly could be. You saw images float through his head. Images of wood snapping under an axe, golf clubs and bats being swung into glass.

"I hear you thinking Cap, but none of that's right,"

"So tell me, Y/n,"

"Well, I know something that could relieve your frustration, and your stress and all you would have to do is break my headboard," you said,

Cap un-clenched his fists, you could hear him thinking about it; breaking your headboard. You could see images of his lips on yours, him pulling your hair, and slamming himself into you. You smirked, because you knew exactly what was about to happen.

Before you could say anything else, Cap moved across the room, grabbed you from under your thighs and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his back, and your arms around his neck. He threw his lips on yours and began giving you sloppy kisses and he moved toward the elevator to bring you upstairs.

When the elevator doors opened, he pushed you against the wall. He was squeezing your ass, and only kissing you harder. When the elevator opened on your floor, he let you down. You walked backward down the hall to your room as Cap left his arms around you and was placing wet kisses down your neck. You opened your door, and walked in. Cap slammed it shut behind you and pushed you down onto your bed.

He moved on top of you, he pinned your hands above your head, only holding them down with one of his hands while the other roamed your body.

"Do you like this shirt," He said

"I mean-"

"Good,"

Before you could even finish answering, Cap began tearing it with his free hand. The fabric was ripped from your body. He let go of your hand above your head to unbutton your jeans and slip them off along with your underwear. You sat up, and undid your bra, and watched him take off his shirt and pants. You could already see his toned body through his thin white shirt, but this was so much better. He undid his belt and pushed his jeans and underwear down his legs. He stepped out of the fabric and moved back toward you.

You could see his cock getting hard, growing in size, the closer he got. Steve grabbed your feet and pulled you to the end of the bed, so your legs were hanging off, and your ass was right on the edge. He took one of your legs in each hand and spread them apart. He slowly slid one of his large hands up your leg, toward your centre. He lightly used one finger to feel between your folds.

"So wet for me already, Y/N," he muttered softly

Cap took another step forward, and started rubbing his cock against your pussy. He had moved both hands so they were placed on your thighs, keeping your legs spread. You kept trying to move your hips, just to be able to feel Cap's cock move against your pussy; and to feel it throb against your clit.

"Don't do that, Darling. I'm in charge here," he ordered

"Fuck," you said, under your breath. Him saying that, only turned you on even more.

He kept his cock, pressed against your pussy as he slid one of his hands up to your breast. He kept eye contact with you and he spread your legs, teased you with his huge cock and flicked your nipple between his fingers.

"Please, Cap. I need you," you begged.

Stever just smirked, and pressed against you harder, twisting and flicking your nipple more vigorously. You just moaned, closed your eyes and leaned your head back. This was probably the biggest tease you have ever gotten. You could feel your wetness dripping out of you. Your thoughts were so hazy, you couldn't even focus on Steve's to see what he was going to do next.

"You really want me that bad?" He asked

"Yes," you moaned.

Cap let go of your breast, and moved your legs so they were over his shoulders. He positioned his dick at your entrance and slowly slid in. His cock was huge and it felt tight going in at first, despite how wet you are. But when you felt yourself open up to him, you couldn't help but gasp, and clench the bedsheets around you.

Steve smirked, and slowly pulled back out of you, before slowly pushing back in again. Cap slowly rocked into you, back and forth, lightly rubbing circles around your clit. He had teased you for so long that you were already getting so close.

He just watched you, mouth agape, eyes clenched shut, fists still digging into the sheets, and moaning so loud that the rest of the compound definitely heard you.

Suddenly, he took his hand off your clit, knowing you were about to come. He wanted to tease you more. He started thrusting into you harder. In and out. He pounded his cock deep into your pussy. You could feel his balls slapping against you.

The sound of your skin hitting each other echoed through your room. You continued to moan Steve's name, begging him to go harder. You needed to come so badly.

Cap quickly pulled out, "Turn over," he ordered.

It took you a second to process what he had said, and before you could complete the action yourself, Cap had grabbed you, and started turning you over on the bed. You sat up, so you were on your hands and knees. He placed a hand on your hip, and used the other to glide his huge cock back into your pussy.

He kept one hand on your hip, as he continued to slam into you. He used his free hand to smack your ass hard. You knew there would be a mark there tomorrow. You arched your head back, moaning loud. Cap reached forward and grabbed your hair. He tugged on it, arching your head back farther. He told you to keep moaning, or he'd have to pull harder.

Dominant Steve turned you on to no end. No man had ever made you moan so loud. You clenched the sheets in front of you, feeling Cap's huge cock pump in and out of you. He began thrusting harder, moaning your name.

"Fuck, Y/N,"

You moved one of your hands to start rubbing your clit. You knew the both of you were close to orgasm. You started shaking and moaning harder as you could feel your orgasm nearing. Steve sped up again, his grip on your waist getting stronger.

You couldn't even say his name, it all felt too good. You could feel your orgasm building, and suddenly you were pushed over the edge. You moaned hard, as your pussy began throbbing over Cap's cock. It was your orgasm that pushed Cap over the edge. You could feel him shuttering, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you with his come. You pushed back against him a few times as Cap continued to ride out his orgasm.

"Fuck," he muttered, panting.

He slowly loosened his grip on your hair and your waist and gently pulled out.

You continued to breath heavily, as you rolled on your back to look at Cap. He stood at the end of your bed, hands on his hips, breathing just as hard as you.

You giggled watching him.

He stayed there for a second, catching his breath.

"Good stress relief?" you asked

"Well, I do feel much better," he admitted

"Well, I'm here for you if you're ever stressed. And besides, we never did break my headboard, so we might have to try that again."

Cap just chuckled, and moved to lie down beside you.

[trashystar420]

Chapter 8 Maribat babysitter AU

“Hey did you boys enjoy the food?” The cook asked the Wayne brothers. They all responded with a yes or a nod.

“Alright, lets rest up a bit, Alfred will be here with the limo in a bit. How about we play a game in the meantime to pass the time?” She offered. Tim shrugs, but Jason looked excited. Even Dick looked ready.

“I’m gonna beat yo butt Pixie Bob! Just you wait!!!” It was a promise, and one Marinette was keen to break.

“Oh we will see Mon Cherrie. We will see.” And boops the young one’s noise in a playful manner. She dodged the slapping hand of Jason’s. Reflexes of a bug after all.

“So what’s the game Marinette?” Dick asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Charades .” Jason made a face.

“Meh, no offense pixie bob but that doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.” Dick didn’t want to be mean to Mari but he also agreed with the older brother. Marinette was close to giving up, but then an idea came in mind.

“How about I show you instead.” Dick, Jason, and now Tim all give their undivided attention to her.

She takes a deep breathe, and then covers her face. The boys wait with baited breathe, wondering what on earth she would possibly do.

And she gave a very mock/scary glare. Her nostrils flare up to exaggerate on the anger, but the boys all knew it was fake. And she coughs, before she could speak.

“Grayson! Todd when I get my hands on you two!!!” Tim was laughing, Jason in a wheezing fit, while Dick giggled, pointing at Marinette while she performs a crab walk with ‘Damien’s’ face.

“Drake you need to lay off the coffee!!!”

“Never!” Retorted Tim. More laughter ensued.

“I-I can’t breathe.” Jason tried and failed to make another sentence and just kept laughing. Tim wasn’t fairing any better. Dick managed to calm down, and raised his hand, wanting to go next. Marinette scoots over your Dicks spot while the boy stood, thinking up an act. An imaginary lightbulb ‘dings’ as he makes that eurika pose.

“Got it!” And turns around to prepare himself.

Dick has his hands crossed behind his back, his chest puffed out, and his eyes closed. He proceeds to move his right hand over to his ‘mustache’ and makes stroking motions with it.

In a dying old man’s voice, he says, “ma-ha-ster Bruce, would care for a cup of teaaa?” Marinette giggles, she couldn’t help herself. Him being funny was just too cute. Tim was still bawling, while Jason laughed, although not as much.

“I wanna go next!” Jason went to the picnic basket and picked up too apples.

“Yes” he mutters to himself, getting himself ready, Dick already in Mari’s lap. Tim wipes a tear from his eye.

“Is everyone ready?” Jason asked. Everyone answered yes.

He turns around. The apples he used, are under his shirt, resembling large breasts. Dick already started to giggle, knowing this was going to be good.

In as much ladylike in his voice, Jason starts with, “oh good dearie Alfred!!! Why Does BRUCIE DEAR NoT CaLL. Doesn’t he know I must show off all my JEwelry to him?!? Hmmm Alfred you don’t understand, he’s a literal brick wall!!! GoSH he’s lucky he’s good in bed otherwise I’d leave his sorry ass behind. OH ALfreD, you always did listen to what I had to say. Hey Dearie, why don’t you be my owN PErsonal ButLer?!?” Dick was dying, Marinette was bawling, and Tim wanted to get in on the action, so he did.

“Ahem, b-But Mistress Selina, I shall not forsaken the one I was meant to serve. ForGive me, ‘tis I was the one who raised him. It appears I have failed to teach Master Bruce the, propèr etquite in the dealings of a woman such as yourself.” Tim finished in the funniest old man voice you can imagine.

“Oh AlfRed lets elope, forget that old Bat, yOur the real gentlemen!” Jason shouted in his feminine voice, rushing to Tim, putting both his hands on his chest as thou he wanted to embrace him.

“B-B-but Mistress!” Tim acted scandalized in his fake old man impersonation.

“But nothing Alfred. I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT MY JEWELRY AND BOOBIES!” Jason and Tim couldn’t hold it in any longer, for they proceeded to burst into laughter. Marinette and Dick were wheezing and pathetically trying to reclaim the air they lost to the laughter.

It took a good five minutes for the four to calm down, but eventually did.

“*cough* *cough* alright, well I’ll be beat, Jason, Tim that was the best yet.”

“Ya I liked it to Jason!!! And Tim you have a better Alfred expression then me!!!l

“Dawww well, when you have Alfred persisting you on what you can and can’t drink you tend to learn a few things.” He shrugs it off. Eventually Alfred pulled in with the limo.

“Young masters, are you enjoying yourselves?” Jason had a growing smirk, while Dick covered his cute mouth to hide his giggles. Tim just laughed at the family butler.

“Y-you could say that Alfred.” Marinette implies. The butler raises a brow, but leaves the conversation at that. More uncontrolled chucking ensues.

“Alright boys-“ and then the babysitter giggled at the sight of a wheezing Jason. Dick and Tim managed to relax from the laughter.

“D-Did you see the way his eyebrow moved with his mustache?” Marinette gasped. Dick and Tim lost it.

“Oh Mistress!” Tim yelled in his fake Alfred impression.

“Oh Alfred Dear!” Jason responded, putting one hand over his heart, the other over his head. More giggling ensued.

Eventually, the gang arrived at their destination. It was still half past four. Around two hours they can have fun at the amusement park before Marinette has to get the boys home. Curfew curtsey of one Bruce Wayne after all.

“Be safe young masters, Marinette. And if you need anything else, I will be here.”

“Of course Alfred.” The gang say their goodbyes, but Alfred stops them from taking another step. With a smug smile, he states that he has a much better impression of himself then whatever nonsense Tim made up. The boys and Marinette blush, embarrassed to be caught, but Alfred was impressed nonetheless.

“How did he find out?” Jason asked.

“It’s Alfred, Jason. He always knows.” Tim answered, speaking the truth and nothing but the truth.

“Well at least he liked it.” Marinette said, hoping to damper it down. Dick smiled.

“I wanna go on that!!!” Dick yelled, pointing at a rollercoaster that looked too dangerous. Jason and Tim also grinned. Marinette looked ready to pass out. Granted she has/ been Ladybug, and KNOWS how it feels to have her body thrown around like a sad rag doll. But it was in an indestructible suit made of magic. And she had a magic yo-yo. The guardian in hiding is in civilian casual clothing not meant for danger. What if something bad happened? Or if they get stuck? Or

“Marinette?” Dick’s concerning voice interrupted Marinete’s mental breakdown. Shaking her head to snap out of whatever stupor she got herself into, did a 180 and gave a smile, although one laced with nervousness.

“Yes?”

“Your afraid aren’t you?” Jason answered knowingly.

“I what me- pft afraid! Of that... thing.... of death...” she visibly gulped. Tim snickered at Marinettes suffering. Dick, being the innocent bean that he his, takes both her hands in his, and calms her down.

“It’ll be fine Marinette. I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” Dick offered. Jason was snickering, and so was Tim.

“Dickie poo, she doesn’t want to go on that ride.” Tim reasoned. Dick faltered. Marinette took a calming breathe. ‘For my Mon Cherrie!’ She told herself.

“I’ll take you up on that offer Dick.” Marinette said, surprising Tim and Jason. Instead of her nervous face, was instead one that held resolve. Dick is ecstatic, holding her hand the whole way, almost dragging her. Tim and Jason were behind them.

Luckily, there wasn’t a long line, despite it being a holiday. Eventually, Dick and Marinette sat in the back of the ride, while Tim and Jason sat in front of them. The duo mainly wanted to see how Marinette would deal with the ride. Tim holding his phone out, to get a photo or video of Marinette’s reaction.

“Alrightie passengers, make sure to keep your hands and feet, WITHIN the cart. Please. We are NOT liable for any lost possessions in the ride ok, and please, don’t be idiots.” The female roller coaster worker said with a tired voice. She glared at Jason when she said that. Jason just gave her a middle finger and stuck out his tongue.

“JASON!” Marinette berates. The boy flinches, but crosses his arms and looks the other way, like the little brat he is.

“I’m so sorry about him!” Marinette started, but the worker just sighed and pulled the lever activating the ride. Cutting off Marinette from the conversation.

The ride made a jolt at being activated, startling the poor French-Asian woman. Dick just held her hand tighter to reassure her, and it worked. Tim filming everything from a secret camera placed on his back without the knowledge of anyone else.

“Hey Pixie Bob, make sure to raise your hands up when the ride goes down.” The troublesome boy instructs.

“Didn’t she just say NoT to leave arms and legs OUT of the ride?”

“Relax, it’s still within the boundary.”

“Jason Todd you better not otherwise I-“ Marinette failed to notice that the ride was already at the peak of the mountain before it would plummet ride down. She screamed, tears flying out of her eyes from the wind. Everyone was screaming. Jason and Tim both had their hands up. Dick gave a comforting squeeze in Marinette’s hands, which grounded her.

And she lets herself calm down. She doesn’t think of anything. And slowly a smile creeps on her face. Surprising Dick she raising her and his hand up, shouting ‘wooos’ and ‘yeaaaaaas’.

“I TOLD YOU IT BEE FUN!!!” Dick yelled from all the wind rushing into their ears. Marinette nodded, but the young boy didn’t see. Every twist and turn made the Bluenette giggles and laugh and shout and scream. And then came the loop.

“OH KWAMI!!!” Jason was laughing like a maniac, his hands out the whole time.

The ride finally ends. It may have been five minutes, but to Marinette, it felt so much slower.

“So how was it?” Dick asked. She ignored how messed up his hair turned, and combed it up with her dainty hands.

“That was incredible!!!” And she really meant it too.

“Ha, Tim did you get all that on film?” Jason asked. Tim gives him a withering glare.

“What does he mean Tim?” She asked eerily calm. Tim eventually shows her the film he took on his phone.

“Are you telling me, you had your phone on the WHOLE time?” Marinette asked, crossing her arms. Ah gave an unimpressed look to the teen before her. Tim shrunk in on himself.

“N-No I uh had this!” He showed her the small device, and he mentally wanted to slap himself. This is tech he’d use as Red Robin!!!!!! And he showed it to an innocent civilian, in his civilian self.

Dick and Jason waited with baited breathe. Their faces remained neutral, but on the inside were panicking as well.

It was at this moment The eldest Wayne entered.

“What did you do now Jason?”

AND SCENE!!! That was chapter... 8!!! Wow can’t believe I made it this far. I hope ya all have a happy holiday!!! Like comment reblog yada yada

[edyacouky]

New School Years

Hi !

Here my participation for day 06 of @omegajasontoddweek

Day 06 : No one believe that Jason is a omega.

Hope you will like it

                                                           ~*~

Jason is pretty anxious when he wakes up this morning. It’s the first time since a few months that he gets the chance to go back to school. It’s the first time he goes to a school for rich kids.

Well, he supposes he became one when Bruce adopted him but he still doesn’t realize it.

He’s glad that he has a uniform to wear; because he really wants do good impressions but he have no idea how he should dress for that.

Well, in reality his uniform is not correct. When Bruce did the inscription, Jason wasn’t presented yet so by default the school sends him a beta uniform. In the meantime, Jason presented as an omega but he will receive his new one next week.

For one week and with the school knowing the situation, it should be alright.

In the living room, Alfred already prepares his breakfast.

“Did you sleep well, Master Jason?

-Yeah. And you Alfie?” Jason lies he wants to go back to his bed

He feels nauseous but forces himself to eat.

“Very well.”

Once his food eaten, Jason finishes his washing. He tries to comb his curly hairs, and puts a lot of gel in it.

They will all know he is from the Narrow but he doesn’t have to look like a street rat.

When he is finally ready to go, Bruce is waiting for him in the front door, dressed and awake.

“You don’t sleep? Jason asks him surprised

-Well, I hear it’s an important day today.”

Jason couldn’t hide his happy smile. It’s still new to him the fact that people care about him and do thing for him without waiting anything from him.

“Ready to go Jaylad? He asks before messing up playfully with Jason’s hairs

-Bruce!!! No!!!

-Jeez, Jason how much gel do you put in your hair?” Bruce says astonished

It doesn’t last long, suddenly; Jason starts to cry and yells at Bruce how he ruins his first day at school.

“Jason, calm down. It’s nothing.”

But Jason refuses to let Bruce comes near him; he even refuses to go to school.

“It’s a mistake! I have nothing to do in this stupid school for stupid rich brat!”

Bruce tries to keep his scent as calming as he can to smooth Jason. Was Dick this difficult? Yes, he was. And Bruce wasn’t good with him either. Did he really learn nothing of being a dad?

Fortunately, Alfred comes save both of them. He washes Jason’s face with a warm towel before fix his hair.

“Master Jason, please breathes. Everything will be alright. And you should not only apologies to Master Bruce but also thank him. You put too much gel in your hairs.”

Bruce takes the towel to clean his hand and puts his other on Jason’s back.

“I’m sorry I ruin your hairs, Jaylad. He gently says. Everything will be alright, ok? And even if it won’t be for some reason, Alfred and I will be at your side, ok?

-Ok. Jason says once his breath calm down. I’m sorry for yelling at you.

-Thank you for your apologies. Now if you’re ready, we can go.”

                                                       ~*~

His presentation in front of everyone was an ordeal but he survived it. The classes from the morning were good? During lunch he forced himself to eat in cafeteria in case someone will want sit with him, it didn’t happen but he has taken a book with him so it was not so bad.

Things get a weird turn when he wants get to piss before his first class from the afternoon.

It’s weird for him to be an omega now, but he accepts it. So he doesn’t think much when he enters in the omega bathroom. He doesn’t even remark their eyes on him.

“Hey asshole!” An omega girl yells at him

Jason would have noticed her if an omega boy doesn’t block him the way.

“What?

-What the fuck are you doing here?

-I want to piss.

-Oh hell no! Not here!

-That’s not your freaking bathroom here!

-What?

-This is the bathroom for the omega. Not for the beta.”

Jason realizing what happen smile and want to explain, but the omega thinks he mocks them and one of them slaps him before he could say anything.

“You pervert! Get out! Get out!” They yell and push him out of the bathroom

He falls on the floor in front of everyone while being insult of being a fucking stupid pervert.

Everyone laugh at him “Never piss off a bitch” or ask to the omega if they want them to hit him.

Jason knows that since he presented not too long ago, his scent is not totally well defined as an omega. But he doesn’t smell like a beta or an alpha neither. He tries to explain himself but no one listen to him, especially when someone from his classmate say out loud that he is the new orphan of Bruce one, “The addicted one that was a prostitute from Crime Alley”.

From there, everyone is so ready to lynch him. He only owns his salvation to bell and one monitor.

For the rest of the day, everyone avoid him speaking behind his bad, and Jason avoids the bathroom and he still need to pee!

At the end of the day, he jumps in Bruce.

“Go, go! He yells buckle up his belt

-Oh! What’s going on? Are you purchased?

-Please go! I need to pee!

-Don’t you want to go to the bathroom at school before we go?

-Please, stop talking about bathroom and drive please!

-Ok, ok.”

After a few minutes of driving, Bruce starts the conversation again.

“So … How was your first day at school?

-Cool … cool. I wasn’t too lost during class. Alfie and you learn me well. How long till we’re at home?

-At least ten minutes. Glad to hear that. Did you make any friend?

-Not yet.

-Maybe you could join a club.

-Maybe.”

Jason thinks that join the theater club of the school may be nice, but he doesn’t think it will happen after the reputation he gains today.

“Did something happen today that you don’t want to speak with me?” Bruce asks

Jason has to bite his tongue. What is he supposed to answer to that? Yes, there is something I absolutely don’t want talk with you. And if he answers that, will Bruce drop the subject? Of course not.

“I just really want to pee, Bruce. I can’t think of anything else.

-Ok. I just find that weird that you have to wait to be at the Manor.

-I’m shy, ok? Jason invents blushing furiously. There were too many people and I just can’t. Can we just arrive at home?

-Sure, Jaylad. Just if …

-If I need to talk to you, I will do it. Promise.”

Finally, Bruce drops the subject.

Honestly, Jason doesn’t think he have anything to say to Bruce. Yeah, people doesn’t like him, but it’s not like he was expected something else. And next Monday, he will have the right uniform and the misunderstanding will be forgotten. For the moment, he just has to not drink at school so he doesn’t have the need to go to the bathroom.

Just one week. He can do it.

                                                           ~*~

Jason avoid problem for the rest of the week. His teachers knowing his situation, don’t hesitate tell at some of his virulent classmate to back off. It’s nice.

He counts the day till his new uniform arrives.

Friday he has PE. It makes him anxious but he’s sure the teacher will take his side like the others.

So PE starts and Jason starts follow the others omegas to change.

Immediately, the omegas refuse him to enter with them and call him names. Again he tries to explain his situation to them but they don’t listen.

The teacher comes near them. Jason is relieved, thinking his problem will stop.

It’s a mistake.

Since the beginning, the teacher look down at him, and not because Jason is small.

“Let me guess. The Narrow kid bothers you?

-What …?

-He’s a fucking pervert!

-He want see us change!

-My uniform is not right! Jason tries to explain

-Yeah. I believe you. The teacher says but before Jason can breathe again she catch him by the neck to drag him to the alpha locker room. Only an alpha could be this deranged!

And like that she thrown him in it.

Jason tries to get out immediately but this crazy teacher block the door!

How the hell did she get to be a teacher? She is a crazy beta woman with stupid idea?

Yet, Jason hears so many horrible things about what alpha can do to omega. What a band of alpha can do to one omega. And no one will help him here.

If his scent was subtle before now it impossible to ignore that he is a stressed omega.

He doesn’t dare look at them, he starts to hyperventilated and all his body is shaken.

Bruce must never know otherwise he will refuse to let him be Robin.

“What the fuck an omega doing in our locker room?

-Wait. Is he wearing a beta uniform?

-Maybe he just present.

-What the hell a freshly presented omega does in our locker room?

-Should he be in the beta locker room or the omega one?”

This entire situation is so humiliating.

“Hey. Someone calls him out. Are you alright?”

One hand is put on his back and he’s tensed instantaneously.

“Oh, you’re the new kid, right? Jason. That’s it?

-Yes.

-Come here. Sit down.”

Some alphas remove their thing from a bench so he could sit down. Jason is still dazed and without control himself he starts to cry.

“Michael! What did you do?

-Nothing!

-Don’t worry. The other alpha says to Jason while pretending to strangle Michael. His big sister is an omega too and if she learns he’s an asshole, she will kick his ass.

-Shut up, Stella!

-Guys! Another alpha naked screams brandishing a wet towel. Towels Battle!

-Anthony! No! Everybody shout at him

-What? Oh my! Why there is an omega?!”

Despite himself, Jason starts to laugh.

“Oh! Little Anthony junior make Jason smile!

-Shut up Willow! My junior is much bigger than yours!

-On your dream maybe.”

Everyone laughs and the atmosphere becomes less tense.

“So, Michael says to Jason, can you explain to us what happen?”

Jason deeply inhale then nods.

“When Bruce registered me, I didn’t present so they send me this uniform. But in the meantime, I presented and I can have the right uniform only next Monday. Bruce did call the school and the teachers know.

-So what are you doing here?

-The omegas of the class think I’m beta so they don’t want me in the locker room. When I tried to explain, the teacher though I am an alpha and put me here.

-The teacher put you here?

-That’s absurd. Willow says. I’m going to see her.”

Everybody stay stunned as she leaves half dressed. For a moment, they though that the problem was over. But Willow comes back with her wide eyes.

“I have four hours of detention.

-What?

-She accuses me, and us, to want send Jason as some kind of spy so he can take photo of the omegas.

-She’s completely crazy!

-And she says none of us can leave before Jason is changed or it would be four hours of detention for everyone here.

-She can’t do that!

-I’m sorry. Jason says. I will change.

-Out of question. Anthony says. She’s wrong. You and your dad did everything to avoid this kind of problem. And I refuse to obey to a crazy lady that treat us like some kind of deviant pervert.

-Anthony, you’re still naked.”

Anthony turns bright red and put the towel around his hips before going put underwear.

“You should call your dad. It’s the best solution.” Michael says to Jason

Jason doesn’t want to do that. He doesn’t want to bring any problem to Bruce

“It’s just today, then next week I will have my new uniform …

-I don’t think they will stop bullying you just because you have your new uniform.

- Yeah and you should call your dad before the school do it.

-What?

-Well none of us will go on PE class so the school will call our parent to tell we skip it.”

Jason sights. He had just one day left before the week end. Why does the shit had to hit the fan?

Hoping for some kind of Deux Machina who may prevent him to explain to Bruce what happen, he calls Bruce.

“Hello?”

Jason can’t talk. What can he tells? He can’t tell me.

“Hello? Jaylad? Are you ok?”

Jason hung up without thinking. He puts his head between his legs and focus on his breathing.

“I can’t do it.

-Jason …

-No! You don’t understand! I’m not like you! I’m not related by blood with Bruce, he can discard me anytime he wants! Then I will have to live in the street again! I can’t do it again!

-Jason …”

It isn’t one of his classmates who call him. Jason looks horrified at his phone. He didn’t hang up! Bruce hears everything!

He wants to die!

He can’t believe his day become worst with each minute.

Panicking, he almost throws away his phone but Stella catches it.

“Hello sir. He says tense. Eh … I’m Stella Tidek, a classmate of Jason. You want talk to him?”

Jason shakes violently his head.

Well it was nice while it lasted. Now he will return to the street.

“Sorry. He can’t talk to you now. But it would be nice if you can call the school or come because our PE teacher is crazy.

-Stella!

-What? It’s true.”

Willow takes the phone to Stella and explains everything to Bruce without being interrupted.

“He’s coming. Willow says return Jason his phone. He wants tell you something.”

Jason shaken puts his phone on his ear.

“Hello?

-I’m sorry for your teacher and your classmate. They shouldn’t have done it.

-Ok.

-And Jason, if … if you ever leave, it wouldn’t be my choice. Never. It would be entirely yours.

-Ok.

-I will be there in twenty minutes.

-Ok.”

Bruce hung up and now they wait.

One time or two, the teacher wants force them to go out but the entire alpha proudly say they do a strike. Each kid warns their parent about the situation.

Many of them are outraged by the teacher’s behavior, some only by the fact that an omega is alone without any chaperone with so many alphas. Some parent tells their kid to record what happen so they couldn’t be accused of rape.

The entire situation is really surreal.

                                                               ~*~

They are playing at card so loud that at first they don’t hear the knock of the door.

“We’re on strike!

-If you come in, we get naked!

-I certainly hope that none of you will be naked in front of my son.” Bruce voice made heard

Everyone freeze and look at Anthony still in underwear.

“Go get dressed, Anthony! Everyone yells at him

-I’m not naked!

-That’s the same!”

Only once that Anthony is presentable, Jason opens to Bruce.

He is still afraid when he does it. Bruce knows how to lie; maybe he is angry at him and was nice on the phone to make sure he didn’t run away.

He doesn’t have the time to see Bruce’s face that he hugs him.

“I’m so sorry, Jaylad. You were supposed to be safe in this school.

-That’s ok. That wasn’t so horrible. The alphas were nice.”

Bruce take a long look at Jason before looking inside the locker room where the teenagers seem embarrassed.

“Thank you for helping my son.

-That’s normal.” They all babble

They all finish getting ready for the class once Bruce closes the door and search for the teacher without letting Jason leave his arms.

It’s a little embarrassing, to be honest.

“What’s going on here? The teacher screams at Bruce at the other end of the basketball court

-I’m suppose you’re the teacher.” He simply answer without moving

She cross the court and goes pale when she recognize him.

“Mister Wayne, what are you doing here?

-I heard there was a misunderstanding with my son.”

The teacher’s nose wrinkle with disgust. But she gets a scent that makes her paler.

An omega scent. An omega scent coming from the Narrow brat.

“Can you explain to me why you try to force my omega son to changes in the alpha locker room?

-He is wearing a beta uniform.

-Can you explain to me why you try to force who you though being my beta son to changes in the alpha locker room?”

She can’t say anything. Nothing can explain what she did, especially since she has no good reason.

The alphas leave the locker room and start play with the other classmates. Some give thumb up and smile at Jason that smile at them.

Willow loses her smile unexpectedly and put her hood.

An alpha woman wearing a fancy pantsuit approaches them. Jason at first thinks she must be a teacher or the director but she proves him wrong.

“You are the teacher, right?

-Yes.

-Can you explain to me why you give four hours to detention to my daughter?

-I don’t see what you’re talking about? The teacher blatantly lies

-Willow! The alpha calls. Willow comes immediately.”

Willow red from embarrassment shuffle in their direction.

“Take off your hood and stand up straight.

-Dad.”

Jason is sure that the teacher is going to pass out in any minute.

“Now that you see which one is my daughter, are you still saying you didn’t give her detention?

-Look, all of that it’s a misunderstanding. She tries to defend herself. This omega doesn’t say that he is an omega and goes to the alpha locker room.

-Liar. Willow and Jason accuse her

-I can see the mark you put on my son’s neck. Bruce growls

-This omega stays a long moment with a bunch of alpha. Who know what they did?”

Jason and Willow blush at the accusation, but before they can defend themselves, Willow’s dad argues:

“You’re paid not only to teach sport to our kids but also to supervise them. If they did a fucking orgy in a locker room during your class it would be your responsibility to know it and to prevent it.

-Dad! Please! Can you … can you not say that?

-I understand that you love your kid and see them at some kind of perfect angel but sometimes they lie and do terrible things. It’s my role as a teacher to punish them if they did that.

-No need to do a “your word against their”. Bruce says. I’m sure the video surveillance will tell you if Jason enters in the alpha locker room by himself or if you push him in it.”

The teacher frowns before she lost the little trust she gains and remembers the camera in the gymnast recording everything.

“What if we pursuit this conversation in the director after we see the film?” Bruce says with one of his Brucie smile

Willow’s dad agrees and the teacher can’t refuse.

They decide letting their children in the gymnast with their classmate and leave as soon as a monitor comes replace the teacher.

Willow put back her hood and is still mortified that her dad came.

“I can believe she say we had an orgy.

-Well in her defense she didn’t exactly say that. Michael says

-It’s the same!

-I don’t understand why you’re the one that panic and not Jason. With this kind of rumor is always the omegas that suffer from this. Stella says

-Oh, well, Jason answers, all the school already think that I’m the addict prostitute from Narrow so … Don’t see how it can make thing worse.

-Oh … yeah …right …”

For a moment, they don’t know what to say. Before they learned to know Jason they laugh at these rumors after all.

“Hey, do you think your dad will bring you home? Anthony ask him finally

-I don’t know.

-Well, if you stay, would you like it with us?

-Yeah that will be cool.

-You say that because you didn’t see Anthony eat before.”

                                                           ~*~

An hour later, the director, Willow’s dad and Bruce come back. Not the teacher.

The director explains that the teacher is suspended for a while, without replacement. The entire student and their parents will be summoned next Monday to take testimonial and explain what will happen next.

The director presents his apologies and explain Jason’s situation, claiming that he is an omega and that the school knew it since day one.

After that, Bruce take Jason apart.

“Will she lost her job?

-It’s a possibility.

-I don’t want that. It’s difficult not have money to live.

-I suppose you don’t want us to put charge.

-No. Not if it’s the first time she act like that.

-The director seemed surprised and Dick never had problem with her. But I will do my research.

-Ok. Thanks for coming.

-It’s normal, Jason. You’re my son and I will do everything I can to protect you.”

Jason hugs Bruce as tight as he can.

Bruce is the first adult that makes him comprehend what a parent is supposed to be.

“If you want, you can take your things and go back to the Manor with me.”

It’s tempting, Jason won’t lie but …

“No thanks. I make some friends. I would like to stay.

-Ok. I see you tonight.

-See you soon.”

                                                               ~*~

Jason is pretty impatient when he wakes up this morning. It’s the first time he will wears his omega uniform. It’s also the first time he goes to school to meet his first friend he ever had.

[graylinesspam]

I really dislike how much fans tend to embrace and reflect the worst aspect of the character they idolize.

Let's look I'm ranting at the godamn batboys because that's a fanbase I want to challenge today. But i'd like to preface this by specifying that the fans I will be complaining about today are the confrontational die-hards. The rest of you are fine.

Dick Grayson as a character is a good guy. He has his flaws but he's got some really good character development and is easy to love. Too easy in fact because his die-hard fans like to pretend he is the only robin. Unlike dick himself, they never got over the passing down of his mantle. They throw huge hissy fits about any other robin. They, like the writers, want to slap his name on every Robin appearance pretty much stunting previously stated character development in order to keep him as Robin. They treat him like a flawless golden boy. Please make like Dick and grow a little.

Jayson's todd is passionate and confrontational with a moral compass so strong it often justifies him working outside the social and moral lines If what you should be allowed to do to an enemy and still be considered a hero. So is often more of an anti-hero. His die-hards are also very passionate though they usually use that energy to belittle every other robin because obviously sexy bad boy JT is superior. They like to compare Jason's trauma with everyone else's not only to justify his bad decisions but also to invalidate every other character's trauma. "He had it worse". How about as a rule we don't use anyone's trauma to invalidate anyone else's because that is very toxic behavior. They also like to hop into people's asks as anon and talk shit about everyone else. They heckle all the damn time and just generally make being a batboy fan really difficult.

Tim Drake is highly intelligent and skilled if underappreciated and self-deprecating. His die-hards like to act like he is the only underappreciated character and that everything that made him unique has been appropriated by the other robins in order to erase him. (Which is a little true but every one of them has been appropriated into each other's character development and honestly, he'd hardly the only character to experience this. See my rant on Barry&Wally). And in general, they tend to take a lot of shit from the other fans and continue to "calmly" defend their choice of favorite batboy instead of ignoring the haters and discourse which only furthers the drama. (And honestly sounds exhausting and bad for you. Are you guys ok?). They're almost a bit obsessive about defending Tim which my dudes you really don't have to defend your favorite character. Idk what the jay fans say.

And finally, Damian Wayne is both a complex and a very flat character. He has such a dynamic background and potential for so much growth not only as a character but for all of dc to branch out of their white coded characters. But his die-hards seem to be stuck either in a state of characterizing him as a sweet baby angel who can do no wrong and must be forgiven for all the dumb shit he does. Because he's "misunderstood" or "doesn't know better". Or worse yet they age him up into some chaotic and violent meshing of Bruce and Jason's worse traits and very often hypersexualize ever single friendly interaction he has to the point that no platonic relations exist out there for him. Which is extra concerning in his case because like (correct me if I'm wrong) maybe 3 comic runs exist with him aged any older than 12 so nearly all his source content for his character are of him as a prepubescent child. Major pedo vibes guys. They also like to either erase his heritage completely or use it as some kind of racial fuel to prove that middle eastern people are violent or evil (*cough cough* so does dc). Which like honestly I don't have patience for racists on here.

[the--sad--hatter]

Phantom Pain (20)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader 

WARNINGS - Bad Habits and Rough Sex, Angsty and Dark AF. 

DESCRIPTION -  Everybody in the world knew of you, but not who you really were. Some called you a vigilante, some called you a criminal and some called you a hero but all of them called you The Phantom. Only two people knew your real identity and they swore to never tell anyone but when The Avengers need to infiltrate a high-security facility, Bruce Banner deduces that you’re the only one who can pull it off. That decision puts you and Bucky Barnes on a path you can’t turn back from, even if neither of like where it’s leading.

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Chapter Twenty - The King Is Dead 

“You ready to do this?”

“Please, I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.” You scoffed.

“Oh, are you going to dramatically throw yourself onto the coffin and sob?”Clint asked.

“While screaming ‘It should have been me!’” You confirmed and Clint high fived you.

“A man is dead, show some respect you two.” Tony reprimanded with a smirk.

“Alright, Bucky and Nat are in the church. Wanda’s across the street with Loki. The rest of us are here in case you need us.” Steve informed you.

“You really think he’s going to dramatically show up at his own funeral?” You asked.

“You would and I’m assuming you got that gene from someone.” Steve said.

“That’s fair.”You agreed.

“Ok, West is coming around in the car now. An agent’s driving but just remember, he’s just the chauffeur so don’t draw attention to him. Good luck.”

“How do I look?” You asked as you slipped out of the van, turning around with your best heartbroken expression, letting your eyes well up.

“Very sad, now go away before we have to physically restrain Cap from hugging you.” Clint snickered.

To be fair, Steve did look like he was seconds away from trying to comfort you and you laughed, sliding into the sleek black car that pulled up alongside you.

“Hey West.” You greeted as you got into the back seat and rolling your eyes as he pulled your seatbealt across your torso.

Good morning Miss. Are you ready for today?” He asked, looking at you with a hint of worry and concern.

“I’m fine, I’ve got this.” You assured him.

“Oh look, we’re here. It’s almost as if the seatbelt was a waste of time...” You said.

There were flocks of reporters and photographers but they were held back as the actual church was cordoned off. They went into a frenzy when you stepped out of the car but at this point in your life, they were basically white noise.

Most of it was white noise to you, being led into the church, shaking hands and thanking people for coming. You used the mourning excuse to be as curt and blunt as possible.

“Matt, Foggy. Thank you for coming.”You said genuinely.

“Miss King, on behalf of Nelson and Murdock we are so sorry for your loss.” Foggy said.

“You are Nelson on Murdock. You’re offering condolences on your own behalf.” You snorted.

“Mourning.” Matt coughed into his hand and you put on a sombre expression.  

“Thankyou, for coming and being here for me.” You said.

You noticed a dark haired woman a few rows behind you that you were almost certain was Natasha but you weren’t 100% sure about it.

Foggy and Matt took their seats by you, West on your otherside. They were effectively blocking anyone else from being able to bother you as the funeral started.

When they carried the coffin down the aisle you sobbed loudly and buried your face in West’s shoulder. The priest stood at the pew and you struggled to keep it together as he began.

“Alexander King was a great man.”

“He’s a dick.” You muttered under your breath.

“Stop it.” West whispered.

You tuned out most of the sermon, choosing instead to subtly look around and try to spot Bucky until Matt elbowed you in the side.

“Ow, what?” You hissed.

“You’re supposed to say a few words.” He told you.

“Oh. Right.” You said, getting up and pathetically stumbling over to the alter.

You looked every inch the grieving daughter and in a way, it wasn’t an act. Standing up there, alone, it hit you. The coffin was empty but this really was your fathers funeral.

Something caught your eye in the rafters and you saw the familiar glint of metal. Bucky was letting you know you weren’t alone, that he was right there. You smiled softly, sadly and spoke.

“I wish I could speak to my father one last time. There’s so much I would ask him, so much I would say. I need his advice, the same way I did when I was a child and I couldn’t understand why some of the other kids didn’t like me. He sat me down and told me that my worth wasn’t measured by somebody else’s opinion, that who I was was only up to me. I wish I could go back to that moment, I wish I could speak to him again.”

Your father wasn’t really dead, he was still out there. But the man who’d made you pancakes and sang you songs as a child was gone, he had been for a long time. You allowed yourself to feel what you’d spent years suppressing.

“I miss him.” You said softly, your voice echoing through the pews and every person there could hear the heartbreak in your voice.

“He was my dad and I loved him but he’s gone and nothing can change that.” You said, blinking back tears.

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After the service, you were waiting in a side room, trying to calm down before you had to go back out there.

“Come with me.” Bucky whispered from behind you and you slipped back into the shadows with him.

“Do you want to do the condolence line?” He asked.

“Absolutely not.”

Go through this wall, there’s a small cemetery that’s not visible from the street.” He instructed.

“Aren’t you... well are you coming as well?” You asked.

He looked mildly surprised you’d asked but when he saw the real sadness in your eyes he nodded.

“I uh, can’t phase you through the wall.” You pointed out and he didn’t even grace you with a response, just a derisive look.

You went through the wall, coming out in a small enclosed cemetery like he’d said. You wrapped your arms around yourself and waited for him to join you.

“Are you cold?” He asked and you jumped.

“Don’t.Sneak.Up.On.People.In.Graveyards.” You admonished him, punctuating every word with a soft slap to his chest.

“Said the ghost.” He smirked.

“Ghosts can get scared you know. And, yes. I’m a little cold.” You admitted.

He inhaled sharply but before you could ask him what was wrong he stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you. You leaned back into him and ignored the jackhammering of your heart and the traitorous little butterflies throwing a rave in your stomach.

“He was nice once. My dad.” You said quietly.

“He’s not anymore.” Bucky stated and you huffed out a laugh.

“Why did he change?” He asked you.

“He really loved my mom. She was this really genuinely good person. That’s what sucked the most about her death you know? If the guy who killed her had knocked on the door and told her he was desperate for money, she’d have helped him. But he didn’t, he broke into our home and stabbed her when she discovered him. It broke my dad, he just gave up on the entire concept of goodness after that. He loved her too much.”

“Don’t do that.” He growled.

“Don’t do what?” You asked.

“Don’t try to justify what he’s done. I know you loved him, deep down you always will but he doesn’t get a free pass on being a bastard just because he used to be a good guy. Lots of people lose the ones they love, they don’t join evil nazi organizations.”

“That’s not what I was saying. I didn’t say it justified anything but that's what happened. Some people handle grief well, my father wasn’t one of them.” You protested.

“And you wouldn’t be either, would you? That’s what you’re afraid of.” He guessed, accurately.

“Don’t try and pinpoint the source of my reluctance to love, you can’t change me. Just don’t even try.” You snapped.

“Because God forbid, I want you to be happy.” He snapped back.

“You don’t want me to be happy, you want me to be yours.”

“If you could be happy or be mine but not both, I’d want you to be happy.” He said.

“Stop being charming when I’m trying to be mad at you!” You pouted, touched by the sentiment of his sentence.

He abruptly chuckled at you and pulled you back to him, kissing the pout off your face.

You’d said no casual affection and yet here you were, cuddling and making out with him. But you were in pain and every second he was with you, the pain got a little more bearable. He’d said he’d rather you be happy than be his, and you were hurting him because you couldn’t give him up.

“Want to stay here with me until everyone is gone?” He asked softly.

He could be happy or be yours, but not both.

“Yes, please.” You said.

You knew you couldn’t keep doing this, you should end it before it got any worse but you were selfish. You needed him.

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A couple of hours after the funeral, you got out of the Uber a couple of blocks away from your destination and walked the rest of the way. As soon as you entered the gardens waves of nostalgia crashed over you, memories of your parents walking hand in hand with you and having family picnics under the large trees. You put your hands in your pockets and walked over  to the bench you’d sat on so many times before, next to the figure who was already sitting there.

“I’m glad you got my invitation.”

“You said you wanted to speak to me, and this is the place I brought you to when I told you that nobody else could define your worth. How was my funeral?” He asked.

Steve had said that you would dramatically show up at your own funeral but he was wrong. You’d definitely want to watch it though. So during your eulogy, you’d dropped clues telling your father to meet you here.

“Dreadfully boring. Why did you come? How do you know this isn’t a trap?”You said casually.

“I know you. You would never ruin the sanctity of this place. So what did you bring me here for? What advice does my daughter need from me?” He asked viciously.

“You were the best man I knew. You loved me, you loved us and you were kind. Now you’re a monster and it was all because your heart got broken. I want to know if you would change it, if you could. Would you go back and never fall in love? Was the pain worth the time you spent together?” You asked him.

“That’s why you brought me here? To ask about love?”

“Who else can a girl ask if not her father?”

“Very well. No, it wasn’t worth it. Love, caring, empathy. They’re all just pitstops on the road to misery. Nothing in the world hurts like a broken heart, you’ll find that out one day.” He told you.

It hurt, knowing he would rather have never met her and never had you. That you weren’t enough to stop his heart from hardening.

“I’ll never know the pain of a broken heart daddy, because I would rather carve it out of my chest than give somebody the chance to break it.” You said coldly.

“Oh the fact that you’re here, asking me this means it’s already too late.” He chuckled.

You clenched your jaw and glared at him. He was wrong, he was so wrong. You didn’t love Bucky, not even close. He was barely a friend, it was just sex and nothing more.

“Why Hydra? I don’t care how heartbroken you were, how does someone go from being so good to being a Nazi?” You snapped.

“Hydra’s was a dying organization. Captain America and his friends have nearly squashed them into the ground. Investing in failing companies, taking over and making them great again is what I do. The truth is I don’t care about Hydra or their objectives, but they have connections and power. Power is all that matters.” He said.

“If you don’t care about Hydra, turn on them.” You said, jumping on the opportunity.

“Tell us everything, who and where they are. Cut a deal with Uncle Thaddy, information for leniency. You could come home!” You said desperately.  

“What’s that old saying? Home is where the heart is? I don’t have a home.”

“And give up my power? No. You know me, you know I won’t backtrack.” He said resolutely.

You sighed sadly.

“I do know you. But you don’t know me. You already ruined the sanctity of this place for me daddy.” You said, just as the gunshots behind you began.

“I brought backup, just in case you brought The Avengers.” He said.

“It’s not The Avengers you should be worried about.” You said, pulling a gun from it’s holster underneath your coat.

Bucky, who was coming to give you backup heard the gunshot before he saw you. You were stood alone, looking away from him.

“Where is he?” Bucky barked.

“Gone. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t pull the trigger.” You whispered, looking in the direction your father had ran.

Bucky swore and started to give chase when he fully realised what you’d said.

You couldn’t pull the trigger.

But he’d heard a gunshot.

He turned and looked at you. Your eyes were glazed over and your hands were clutching your abdomen.

“No.” He breathed out, surging forwards and grabbing you.

“I need backup, he shot her, she’s hit.” He shouted into the comms.

“Bucky.” You said softly.

“I’m here, it’s ok Domniţă.” he assured you, pulling your hands away from the wound so he could see it.

He pressed down on it, trying to stem the blood flow.

“Bucky.” You said again, weakly but with urgency.

“What is is sweetheart?” He asked gently, his free hand cradling your cheek.

“I phased when he fired. The bullet’s Vibranium.”

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Clint and Miss King, putting the fun in Funeral!

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[nightwing-has-found-his-dick]

The most annoying thing about Batman cannon is his relationship with his kids. Like, one writer will really value that bond with his children, and another will either ignore that they exist, or that they even matter to him. It's endlessly frustrating to go from The Wedding where Bruce's kids are all involved with him getting married, and are all actively happy for him and trying to help keep both him and Selina safe, to Dick getting shot, Jason being at odds with him again, and Tim being straight up slapped.

Damian and Tim are the only ones getting any recognition as his children, when he has a literal gaggle of them. Dick is the one person who knows him the best in the world, better than even Alfred, and he was practically "killed off" for shock factor and forgotten about. He's a beloved character, and has been for 80+ years. Give him the respect he's earned!

And poor, poor Tim! Why are DC so intent on making Bruce an abusive parent? It doesn't make him a complex, brooding man stricken by grief; it makes him an asshole and an abuser.

And now Jason's reverted back to "bad boy who does literally the opposite of what Bruce tells him", and I don't like it. What happened to all the "my best friend's dead, but at least I have my family to rely on" gone? Now he's just a mob boss on his own. At least Artemis and Bizarro might be coming back.

So, in conclusion, DC needs to step their pussy up and stop being afraid to show Batman as someone else other than a Selina Kyle fanboy whose life is over because he got altar dumped. The man's been sent back in time, killed, given amnesia, beaten, had his back broken, lost his children, and collectively suffered massively over almost 90 years of history; and yet Tom King wants me to believe that being rejected is more important to him than his oldest child and beloved companion being shot in the head and not remembering him at all? Sure...

Justice for Bat Dad, and those nice moments he used to spend with his kids. We just want him to tell them that he loves them, ok? Give us something.

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Did that miscreant hurt you, mother ?” - Batmom x Batfam

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, and sorry cause, as I just finished writing it, I realize this probably wasn’t what you wanted at all...I hope you guys will like it : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-...And I swear if ANY of you set fire to anything again, you’ll be grounded for the next six months with NO chance of parol ok ? 

Your sons nod a bit grumpily (until you glare at them and then they nod vehemently : “yes m’am”), knowing damn well how serious you are right now, and already dreading the long gala that awaits them, and how well behaved they will all have to be. 

It means no flirting for Dick. It means no fighting for Jason. It means no sarcastic comments to people for Tim. It means...No talking or moving for Damian really, as he knows when he starts, he can never stop. He’d rather just stand by his parents or brothers and not talk at all (Gotham’s media thought he was mute for the longest time, until one day, he called a journalist that was asking him something rude a “troglodyte” and...of course it made every news papers’ headline...uh). 

It  basically means no-anything-that-could-get-them-in-trouble. And if you had to make a speech each times before a social event to keep your family out of the scandal news, then you would. Pictures of you guys buying groceries, or eating at a food truck, having fun at the local fair or you and Bruce kissing ? To be honest you know it comes with the package to be a Wayne. And you’re fine with this. But scandals ? It always upsets you too much to think anyone could think heal of your family...

Now of course, you know some people hate your family just because you’re rich and famous, but at least, it’s not because you did something that gives them an actual reason to hate you all. Besides, most of the time, it’s just misplaced jealousy. 

Those people had no idea what it really was like, to actually be Mrs. Wayne. The only thing they knew, was that yes, it seemed not that easy to raise those boys of yours as they also seemed very...full of life. But other than that, they had just not a single clue what it was to be Mrs. Wayne. If they thought it was easy, that you just bathed in wealth and you’re husband was just a damn sexy and smart bastard...then they were wrong. Of course he was smart and sexy, but oh, oh being his wife wasn’t easy. 

Being able to pull him away from his dark thoughts was a full time job. Cheering him up and making him smile, genuinely smile, was a constant struggle. But, of course, you wouldn’t have it any other way...And as he snakes an arm around your waist to lead you toward tonight’s gala, your boys chatting with each other in front of you, you know that yes, this is all worth it.

You’d go through Hell for Bruce Wayne. If those journalists and people who judged you and your family could also go to hell in the process...Ahem. 

And oh how cute is it, that your boys try to make sure to be right in front of the cameras’ flashes so they don’t blind you ? Those kids...

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You’re used to it. The silence whenever you all arrive somewhere. 

It’s always the same. 

Outside, it’s mayhem. 

People screaming things at you, how much they all love you. Journalists yelling questions in your face, girls swooning over your husband (it doesn’t annoy you as much as it used to, as you understood long ago that Bruce was somehow completely impermeable to this attention, that he only had eyes for you, quite literally). 

But when you get inside, where photographers and such are forbidden...

Complete silence for a few seconds, as people take in the “great and famous” Wayne family. As people stare at you all shamelessly. 

How handsome your sons are getting (”the oldest one, Richard, he’s legal right ?” you heard more than once), how well dressed you all are (everyone is, but you guys ? You pull it off better than any other rich fucks in this town), how perfect your family is (Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)...There’s always a small silence, before conversations start once again, your boys go off on their own to find drinks and food, and Bruce get swarmed by tons of people that wants to talk to him. 

Years ago, you used to hate this. Because they all always ignored you. But now ? Now people want to talk to you as much as they want to talk to Bruce...Though sometimes they’re a little scared of your wits. They’re very careful not to be rude around you. Just like Damian (and Hannibal Lecter actually...though you don’t eat people), rudeness is your pet peeve. 

This time is just like any other time, except that the silence is way shorter than usual. It takes you a few seconds to register what’s going on, and when you go completely stiff in Bruce’s arms. Instantly, he gives you a worried look and do not understand what made you so tense all of a sudden, when, while it’s still supposed to be silent around, he hears the smuggest voice he ever heard in his entire life (and he spend his life around smug people...) : 

-(Y/N) !! Oh my oh my oh my, long time no see my little fox ! It’s so gooooood to see you ! 

“Who was that guy ?” is what everyone was thinking right now. How dare he interrupt this sacred few seconds of silence while they were all admiring the Waynes ? And how dare he talk to Mrs. Wayne like that, in front of her husband who was known to be a bit...territorial sometimes with her ? (After all, they witnessed countless times him kissing you passionately because someone even remotely flirted a tiny bit with you...). 

That guy...That guy was Edward Gibson. 

The only man besides Bruce with whom you had a serious relationship with. 

The only man (and hopefully he’ll always stay the only man) that broke your heart. 

The only man that truly hurt you...Oh yes, he hurt you so much. He cheated on you with your best friend, and a few other women. He belittled you every chance you got, and made you feel like you were worthless. It’s when he slapped you once, as you were talking back and he got mad because of this, that you realized it was time to move on...didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell though. You loved him. 

Or so you thought, because since you found Bruce (or rather, since Bruce found you really), the love you felt for that man seemed so...so...well, the more you thought about it the more it just didn’t feel like love. You were stuck in a toxic relationship and in this, there was no place for actual love. And you’re glad that your younger self realized that and escaped. 

Last time you heard of him, he left for Europe and made a fortune there (with some shady business apparently), you never expected him to come back to Gotham...and yet, here he was, in front of you, acting as if he was an old friend and not the one man that played with your feelings like a damn fiddle...

But, strangely, as he approached and tore you away from Bruce to hug you (you were too stunned to realize what was going on), as you felt him pull away and smile of that stupid bright smile (fake white teeth) to your sons...nothing. 

You felt nothing. All the pain he caused disappeared. A long time ago. The first time Bruce told you you were “beautiful”...Wait no, even before that. When he smiled at you. And by the time he kissed you for the first time, sweet and slow, all thoughts of “Edward Gibson” were long gone. 

And damn it felt good. It felt good to know that you were so happy that all the pain and hurt you felt all those years ago ? It was gone. Completely erased. As if it never happened. 

And as you smiled back at him, you could see the small shift on his face, the understanding downing on him that...you did not care in the least bit about him anymore. Oh the satisfaction to see him becoming a bit unsure and confused. 

-Oh, Edward. I’d say it’s nice to see you but...not really. Edward, meet my husband, Bruce, and my boys, Richard, Jason, Timothy and Damian. Bruce, boys, meet Edward Gibson, an ex-boyfriend of mine that cheated on me and broke my heart for fun. 

Bruce catches you back with his hands and wraps an arm around your waist again, and instantly enters “Broody Broosh” mode. “Grumpy old man”. And your kids ? Oh bless those boys. You’re pretty sure they don’t even notice how they slowly moves their body around you, as if to shield you with their presence. How they glare at Edward. 

All around you, the silence continues, nobody utters a word, too interested in what’s happening next. You’re pretty sure you saw a few people exchanging money, betting on who from you or Edward would win this little fight...

They all bet against him, as they all know your “sarcastic and full of wits” reputation. And how you presented him to your family ? Yup, definitely voting for you. 

Edward dismiss all the looks people are giving him and...His smug smile is back on his face. He turns to Bruce and extend a hand that of course, your husband don’t shake. He just looks at it with disdain, and then turn his blue eyes back on the man, staring to the point of making him uncomfortable but...it doesn’t work with Edward. You know it doesn’t. That man has no shame, and as he retrieves his hand, his smile grows wider. 

-Oh (Y/N), don’t be like that. We had fun didn’t we ? 

-Yes. Great fun ! That time I caught you having sex with my best friend was fun. That time you made me wait for hours in the cold rain for a date and never showed up was fun. That time you slapped m...WAIT NO ! 

Your voice is what stops them. If you didn't have incredible reflexes, you know they would have punched him. But your voice stops them, and your sons and husband turns to look at you, arm half-raised in the air, waiting. You shake your head and, you can see they’re struggling to, but eventually join back their place. Very reluctantly. 

It quite satisfying to see that Edward took a few steps away. But here the smug face is back and you can feel Bruce’s hand on your back squeezing. It almost hurt,and you know he doesn’t realize it...You can feel anger radiating from him. 

-Wow, I wasn’t expecting that when I came over to greet an old friend ! 

Edwards says, looking around at everyone who are obviously staring at all of you, captivated by what’s going on (you’re pretty sure you heard an old lady say that this was more exciting than a villain attacks, while she was sipping her champagne with a straw...). 

-What were you expecting exactly ? For me to greet you with opened arm and a smile ? Just because we’re in a public place ? Were you expecting me to be the good old me you abused mental...Damian no, settle down please, yes that miscreant hurt me but don’t punch him please, I can handle it, thank you...you abused mentally whenever you liked ? You know, I owe you big time. Thanks to you I’m what I am now. It got me in some troubles sometimes, because I always stand up for myself and others but...Oh am I glad to never let little pieces of shit like you belittle me anymore. 

You know you probably shouldn’t make a scene in public like that but...it’s too tempting. You don’t care if all of the people in the room will tell everything that has happened back to the media, right now, the only thing that counts is to make Edward Gibson understand that he’s nothing to you. That he has no powers over you. Not anymore. And so, you continue : 

-Did you expect to come over, make me feel like shit as you used to, and I wouldn’t say anything ? Did you expect my husband and sons to just listen to you talk about me ? Or listen to you at all ? Did you expect no reactions from me ? That I would act as if nothing happened ? Well you were wrong. And you’re still the same asshole you used to be. Except that now, you’re rich, and I guess I wouldn’t have to pay for your meal at the restaurant anymore...wait no, you’re a little bitch, you would still make me pay for EVERYTHING you dumb fucker. Pardon my French everyone, but this man is awful. 

You hear some words of agreement in the audience, and smile as you realize that...this is your town. Edward left too long ago, he’s irrelevant here now (he’ve never even been relevant). This is your town. Your people. And they’ll stand by you...You’re not 19 anymore. You’re not alone surrounded by toxic people. Oh no. 

They will stand for you, all of them. Even the one that are jealous and don’t particularly like you. Because you’re one of them. 

And your family ? Is there even a question there ? They’re all ready to jump on the man, the only thing holding them back being you...

For the third time tonight, you feel highly satisfied. But when a sly smile installs itself on your ex-lover’s face, doubts come surging back. Does he not care about this little public humiliation ? Well maybe you had better come backs in the past but...Oh. He’s up to something. 

-Please (Y/N), you know me. As if I care about all this.

He shows everything around him. 

-Do you really think I mind ? I don’t. And you’re being pathetic and petty. 

There’s a short silence, your sons and husband’s eyes on you, waiting for you to let them punch that man but...There’s a short silence. Which means he’s done. And is that really the best he can do ? Calling you pathetic and petty ? Oh you’re in for a treat. 

-That’s cute Edward. But you know what ? I know why you actually came over. I know that you hoped I wouldn’t talk, act as if between you and I things were good. You thought I wouldn’t “make a scene”. You thought I would shut up. And you thought you’d have the time to talk to Bruce. Because that’s why you’re here right ? To talk to him because you’re enterprise is going down, because you want to merge with his and keep a little percentage ? He would have agreed. He would have signed papers on the spot even, thinking we were friends but..oh news flash smart boy, I’m not 19 anymore. And you don’t scare me or anything. You haven’t since a long time. I’m too happy to actually care. And I’m certainly not the easily manipulable girl you used to date. And I talked. Bruce will never agree with you. 

This finally takes him truly aback, to know that you knew his damn plan all along...how the hell did you know anyway ? ...Bruce told you to always be prepared, for everything. So you kept an eye on him just in case...Well, just in case something like that would happen. And oh you were right. Thanks Bruce for his always oh so perfect advices.

And this is it. This is the moment Edward Gibson makes a big mistake. The moment he decides to loose the act, and to be very nasty, like he used to. Except, in front of him, it’s not just you anymore. It’s your husband and sons. Your very husband extremely jealous to even just think that this filth of a man touched you at some point in his life. Your husband that turned grumpy instantly at the mere mention of “ex”, without even waiting to know wether the guy was nice or not. Your very angry husband. And your sons too. Your overprotective boys that always stand up for you even when they don’t need to. Dick who’d fight to death for his mama. Jason who’d kill for his mommy (even though he promised he’d stop). Tim who would bring the moon down for his mom. Damian who would set the word on fire for his Ummi.  

You’re not alone anymore, and oh Edward Gibson is about to realize this, in a very painful way : 

-Well, Bruce might not agree with me on my company but...at least he’ll agree with me that you’re a total slut in bed. 

It’s the last straw. 

-Don’t you dare talk about my mom like that ! 

Says Dick while he punches Edward, before you have time to stop him. 

-You motherfucker don’t deserve to live on the same planet than her ! 

Jason exclaims as he too, punches your ex.

Tim and Damian are still too short to be able to punch his face, and settle for a good kick in the nuts, while Tim says : 

-You’re nothing compared to how great she is ! 

And Damian : 

-You miscreant, I’ll kill you for that ! 

Usually, Bruce was great at keeping his self-control. He was even the most stoic man you’ve ever met, and could keep his cool in any situation...as long as it didn’t concern you. His large fist entered in contact with Edward’s chin, sending his head backward violently (thanked God Bruce didn’t use his full strength, he would have killed him...).

He doesn’t even bother to say anything, he just punches him, his free arm tightening around you protectively. He has had enough. He cannot let you get trampled on like this. No one, NO ONE, talks about his wife like that. Not even him. He stayed calm until now, but just couldn't hold everything in anymore. To even think that anyone used you like that man did threw him into such a rage...but how ? How dare he keep going ? 

There’s a few screams around, people shocked that this just happened, as Edward Gibson hit the floor, hard. A few people come to see if he’s ok (still alive really) and security arrives, but they’re obviously a bit frighten to do anything, even to Damian...And that’s when you’re savior to all of you arrives. 

Alfred. Good old Alfred. 

-I think we should go Master Bruce. 

He simply says. He followed the entire thing from a corner of the room (he always come to those events in case you need any help and oh...oh he saved all of you at least a hundred times). And you do. you leave. 

The next morning, pictures of a beat down Edward would appear as he tells “his” story and...jokes on him, as all the witnesses that were there that night sided for you. 

Edward Gibson became the most hated bully in Gotham and went back to Europe, and you weren't alone anymore. You’d never be alone anymore...

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

The drive home was spend in a total silent. Your sons were ashamed of themselves. That man did deserve the punch but...they just were sure their actions would be turned against them, twisted by medias and they’d be attacked by them. Which would make you sad. They didn’t even care about their own reputation, they just didn’t wanna make you sad...As you arrived home, you kissed them good night and reassured them. 

You were proud of them, and couldn’t hope for better sons. The hug you gave them was a great comfort. Your hugs always were a great comfort...

Bruce still didn’t speak, and as you were thanking Alfred (”oh it’s not a problem Lady (Y/N), I’ll always have your back”) and, heart full of love toward your surrogate father, you bid him good night as you took your husband’s hand and went back to your room. 

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

-I’m sorry about all of that my love...

You turn your head to your husband. He just whispered something as you entered your bedroom, and you didn’t quite catch it. With a “Mm ?” and an arch of your eyebrows he stands straight in front of you and says : 

-I’m sorry we made a mess tonight (Y/N). Even I. I acted like a child. I’m sorry. 

It takes a few seconds for you to register what he’s saying, and Bruce holds his breath until finally, your expression soften and you smiled fondly at him. 

-You think I’m mad at you ? 

-A little bit.

-You’re wrong. 

-Am I ? 

-Completely. And I’m shocked that the greatest detective ever don’t realize that his own wife isn’t mad but...full of love. For her boys, but also for her husband, who stood up for her, and who has a mean right hook. 

-You have a mean right hook. 

-Didn’t have the time to use it though, you knocked him down with yours. 

-I didn’t even use all my strength. 

-I know. And that’s a good thing. 

There’s a short silence, where you both just stare at each other, wondering the same thing : “How such a wonderful person could ever fall for me ?”. The moment is full of love, awe, admiration, adoration...and when you kiss softly, it’s a firework of happiness. 

-I love you my Broosh, thank you.

-Don’t thank me, it’s normal. And I love you too my love. I have a question though...

-Mm ? 

-Am I going to be ready to punch more exes of yours in the future or...

You chuckle and punch his arm playfully. With a mischievous smile you say :

-What if you do ? 

-I’ll just go through them one by one if I have to. 

-You won't have to. There’s only you Bruce. And there will always be only you. Edward had me at a moment...of great weakness. At a moment I thought I was completely worthless. At a moment of great vulnerability. And took advantage of this, made me think I was in love with him, that I needed him...but I didn’t. When I realized that I was even weaker than before and then...then...Then I met you my Broosh. The love of my life. Instead of making feel like shit you made me feel like I was the damn Queen of the World. 

-You are. You’re the Queen of my World. 

-You’re too cute. Cheesy, too. 

-I know. You have this effect on me. You turn the big bad Bat into a softy. 

-Oh but you’re more a softy than a big bad bat...But it’s ok, I won’t tell your secret. 

He smiles, and bends down to kiss you once more. 

-I love you (Y/N). I’ll always be there for you. Living without you would be torture and...if you ever feel worthless again, please, tell me, so that I can make you Queen of the World once more. 

-I love you Bruce. You always make me feel so...Good. In more ways than one. Good about myself. Good about my life. Good...in general. 

You wink at him and it goes straight to his groin. Oh. Oh the effect you had on him. This time, when he kisses you it turns angry, and for the billion times since you got together, he’s ready to make you feel like a queen again. 

And oh, damn you love that man. 

And without you, he would be nothing. The love of his life...

___________

All over the place. Sorry if it was bad. I’m...I’ve got no excuses :/.

[thejokersenigma]

Christmas Fan Fiction 2017 - Day 11 - Robin(Dick Grayson) x Reader - Two Lives Part 1

So, I’ve never really written these characters before, so I apologise if they aren’t very accurate! Also, this was only going to be a oneshot, but I think I might write 2 parts for this now as I think I can write more it, but I was running out of time tonight!

Hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

“I’ll see you tonight?” Y/N asked from her bundle of blankets on the sofa where they had been watching TV together.

“Yeah.” Dick Grayson nodded, as he gathered up his things for work.

“You mean it this time?” Y/N asked, grabbing at his arm as he went to move towards the door, “You’re not going to cancel at the last minute again?”

“What’s this about, [Y/N]?” Asked Dick, taking her hand from his arm and cupping it in his own hands, perching back on the sofa next to her.

She hesitated from a moment, suddenly embarrassed by her persistence. “It’s just that, for the last two years we’ve been together, you’ve never been free over Christmas, valentine’s day or my birthday - let alone all the date nights you’ve missed. I mean, I don’t want to be an overbearing girlfriend, but, just for once, I want you around tonight. Please.” She begged at her hands, unable to look him in the eye. She was embarrassed for demanding so much from him.

Dick watched [Y/N], reading the emotions on her face, despite her attempt to hide. He didn’t know what was worse – the fact that everything she said was true about him never being around was true, or the fact that she thought she was being overbearing. She had put up with so much of his shit over the years. And he felt bad. Felt bad because every day he had missed any date with had bruised his own heart, let alone hers. He knew he let her down. And he knew he’d been warned against relationships from the moment he’d started staring at girls on the street. His future wasn’t made for a normal life, a wife and family. His destiny was different from other peoples, ever since Bruce showed him the Batcave.

“I promise. We’ll spend this Christmas together.” Dick said, kissing her hand cupped in his. She looked up at him and was blushing which just swelled his own heart. “But right now, I’ve to go. I’ll see you tonight. Promise.” He said again.

[Y/N] nodded, “Tonight.” She agreed, and they exchanged a short, but passionate kiss behind, and Dick left.

 “I’m sorry again about the change.” Apologised Dick for the tenth time as he pulled his motorbike up outside the imposing Wayne mansion.

“It’s fine Dick, honestly.” Y/N insisted, “As long as we’re together, I don’t mind where we spend Christmas.”

Dick gave her a small smile. He had rung her mid-afternoon to tell her that his adopted parent Bruce Wayne had wanted him to visit for Christmas and Dick had insisted [Y/N] accompany him so they could still spend the holiday together – repeatedly promising her that the billionaire really wouldn’t mind her being there.

The truth was something Dick couldn’t tell her. That Bruce was in fact the masked vigilante Batman, and Dick his sidekick Robin, and that Bruce had not asked him to Christmas, but instead required his services as Robin.

But Dick wasn’t about to cancel yet another plan with [Y/N]. Not after he promised her that morning. But you couldn’t exactly say no to Bruce either. So, he had to compromise.

The couple walked up to the large double front door of the mansion, Dick pulling on the archaic pull string doorbell, hearing the heavy antique bell ringing out throughout the house. They waited a few moment before the aged butler answered the door.

“Ah, Master Dick and – [Y/N]!” He exclaimed, pleasantly surprised.

“Merry Christmas Alfred!” [Y/N] greeted, “You sound surprised to see me! Did Dick not tell you I was coming as well?”

“Why not, he didn’t.” Muttered Alfred with an unimpressed look at Dick who was looking rather sheepish next to [Y/N].

“Sorry.” He muttered, “Guess I forgot…”

Alfred kept his steely gaze on Dick for a few moments longer, “Never mind,” He eventually dismissed, “If there is anything this house isn’t lacking – it’s space.” He declared and ushered them inside.  

Alfred took them to one of the main drawing rooms where a large fire was already lit in the hearth. The couple settled themselves down in the thick, plushie armchairs that surrounded the fireplace as Alfred made promises of hot chocolate and hurried to the kitchen.

Dick reached for [Y/N]’s hand, taking it in his own, “I’m so-“

“If you apologise one my time, I’ll slap you.” [Y/N] told him firmly, but wasn’t able to hold her scowl long before she burst into laughter at his expression. Dick couldn’t help but smile at her innocent laughter.

He regrettably rose from his chair next to her, letting her hand go, “I’m just going to go try and find Bruce.” He said. [Y/N] nodded in understanding and turned her gaze on the fire as Dick left the room.

Dick headed to Bruce’s study, but wasn’t surprised to find it empty, immediately turning to the old grandfather clock that stood against the wall opposite the large oak desk. He hit a hidden switch and the clock swung aside, leaving a gaping dark passageway with steps that ran downwards.

Without hesitation, he headed down the passageway, knowing each step off by heart and descending quickly despite the poor lighting.

The passage finally opened up into a large cavern with metal platforms at different heights connected my metal steps. On the first platform, directly opposite the stairs, sat a large monitor which Dick now strode up to, immediately switching it on and connecting the communicator on the Batcomputer to that on the Batmobile.

“Batman?” He called into the screen.

“Robin.” Came the response and the screen flickered into life showing the profile of batman as he drove through the Gotham night. “Where have you been?” Came the gruff voice.

“Nice to see you too.” Sassed Dick.

“I need you to run a search on a name.” Said Bruce, completely ignoring Dick’s attitude.

“Hit me.”

Dick dashed back up the stairs and back to the fireplace where [Y/N] now sat with a cup of hot chocolate.

“You look out of breath.” She observed, slightly surprised, as he entered the room.

“What? Oh – uh,” He searched his mind quickly for an excuse when he saw her questioning face. “Bruce had me running a few errands, that’s all.”

“So, he invited you to Christmas as a guest, and now he has you doing his chores for him?” She asked, shocked. Robin shrugged indifferently. The truth was, he had been running up and down the Batcave setting several systems searching for a criminal that Bruce was trying to track down.

“Why don’t you have a seat for a while, I’m sure Bruce can spare you.”

Robin looked uncertain, knowing he couldn’t stay too long away from the Batcomputer in case Bruce tried to contact him, or the system got a hit on this criminal, but [Y/N]’s face made him take a seat anyway. [Y/N] smiled happily and handed him a mug of hot chocolate topped with mini marshmallows and whipped cream that Alfred had brought for the couple.

“So, what exactly is he making you do?”

“What?” Robin shook himself out of his thoughts that were on the criminal tracker below them.

“Bruce.” [Y/N] prompted. “What is he making you run around doing?”

“Uh – um – “ Robin scrambled, “Presents. He’s crap at wrapping them. Use to get Alfred to do them, but his arthritis is acting up.”

“So why were you out of breath?” She frowned.

“Uh – dashing up the stairs – needed to move the presents before anyone saw them.”

“So, are you even wrapping your own?”

“Uh – yeah – Bruce has never been one for secrets...” Muttered Robin, trying not to smirk at the lie. “I don’t mind…” He shrugged.

[Y/N] nodded, “So where is Bruce whilst you are running around for him?”

“Uh – he’s at meeting.”

“On Christmas eve?” she asked in disbelief, “Then why’d he invite you round?”

“Uh – it was an emergency meeting – I don’t really know what about, I stopped listening to the old man years ago.” He joked painfully, wishing she’d drop the subject.

[Y/N] still looked concerned, but she seemed to buy it.

“You know, I’m just going to go catch up with Alfred.” Said Robin, putting his mug down and pushing himself to his feet. “See how he’s doing with those mince pies – I’m starving!” he added, placing a hand over his stomach.

[Y/N] smirked, knowing his appetite well, “Ok, sure.” Y/N nodded, watching him as he headed out of the room.

As soon as Dick was out of [Y/N]’s sight, he raced down the hallway, dashing past Alfred heading towards the drawing room with a plate of mince pies. He skidded to halt. “Alfred!” He cried, skidding to a halt and back tracking to where the butler had paused. “Alfred!” He repeated out of breath, sticking an arm out to keep the butler where he was. “I need you to stay in the kitchen for a bit!”

Alfred frowned at the young man, “Whatever for, Master Dick?”

“I told Y/N I was coming to chat with you in the kitchen, but I need to check the analyser!”

Alfred considered the situation for a moment before relenting. “Very well, Master Dick.” Alfred muttered, though he didn’t seem impressed - he personally thought Y/N deserved better than all these lies.

Dick could read the disapproval on his face, but he couldn’t do anything about it right now - he was wasting time. “Thanks Alfred!” He cried, dashing past the old man and into Bruce’s office and through the secret clock passage way once more.

The batcomputer was flashing with a hit on a set of possible coordinates. Dick contacted the Batmobile again. “What took you so long?” Came Bruce’s gruff voice again.

“Nice to see you Robin, thanks for taking time out of your day to help, Robin.” Dick muttered as he punched in the coordinates to send to the batmobile. “There’s been a hit close to the South Bridge, near the library, I’m sending the coordinates over now.”

“Thanks.”

“Is that all you need of me tonight?”

The Bruce on the monitor raised his eyebrow under the batman mask. “You brought [Y/N].” It wasn’t a question.

“How do you know?” Dick asked, surprised.

Bruce said nothing. His knowing face was enough, and Dick sighed. The cat was out of the bag. “I couldn’t leave her alone at Christmas again, Bruce! Why do the criminals always choose the major holidays to plan their heists?”

“[Y/N]’s feelings are the least of our problems, Dick. You don’t have to send her home, but I need all of your concentration on this.”

Dick sighed heavily again, knowing there was no way he was going to convince Bruce to give him the night off. “What do you need me to do?” He drawled.

“Focus down on these coordinates,” Bruce instructed glancing on the map next his communicator, “and get me all the information on that building – any signs of activity over the last month.”

Dick sulked for a moment. “Fine.” He muttered sullenly before shutting off the communicator.

He quickly started a search on the systems for any data on the abandoned buildings surrounding the old library, and then dashed back up the stairs to the kitchen, gesturing for Alfred.

“And how long, sir, do you plan to keep this up?” Alfred asked with a raised brow as he followed Dick towards the drawing room. “All night?”

“If I have to Alfred. Bruce isn’t letting up on the work and I don’t think he’ll let me change shifts.” Robin tried to joke, but there was no humour in his voice. He was starting to feel tired.

They entered the large living room, finding [Y/N] still sat in the armchair having finished her hot chocolate. “Wow, you guys must gossip like house wives.” She laughed, helping herself to a mince pie that Alfred offered off the tray. Robin gave an uneasy laugh as Alfred shot him a look.

“Oh yes…” Muttered Alfred, watching Dick, “We’ve been nattering for so long, that these mince pies have become quite cool.” Pointed out Alfred, with another unimpressed look at Robin.

[Y/N] noticed this, “Oh, no its fine! Mince pies are good hot or cold – and these are lovely Alfred, thank you!” She beamed at the old man, who couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Aren’t you going to have one, Dick?” She asked gesturing to the tray that Alfred had now place on the coffee table next to her.

“Oh no, I’m not hungry.” Dismissed Dick with a small wave of his hand, not in the mood for food, the stress of his situation starting to take its toll on him.

“But I swear you said you were starving a minute ago.” Y/N pointed out with a frown.

“Oh – yeah – I uh, I may have nicked a few whilst we were ‘nattering’” He muttered, doing his best sheepish impression, the heat on his cheeks genuine.

“Oh.” Said Y/N, in understanding.

“I will leave you two to it then.” Alfred said, bowing out of the scene. “I shall tidy up and then turn in.” He bid them goodnight which then returned and watched the elderly man leave the room.

Dick collapsed into the chair next to [Y/N] closing his eyes briefly.

“You look exhausted.” [Y/N] said, concern in her voice.

Dick opened his eyes, and sitting up and looking across at her, trying his best to look alert. “No, no – I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Come on, we’re calling it a night.” [Y/N] said firmly, pushing herself to her feet and grabbing Dick’s hand, helping to haul him to his feet. “Now. Lead the way, as I have no idea where I am going.” [Y/N] grinned at him.

Dick couldn’t help but smile back, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Come on then.” He grinned, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

He took her to his old room and went through their usual evening routine. Once they were both in bed, however, Dick lay wide awake, watching [Y/N] fall asleep. As soon as he was certain that she was deeply enough asleep, he slipped out of the bed and down to the study, disappearing once more down the secret passageway.

[tigercooki]

Thor Ragnarak

Ok, so apparently this movie is getting so much love and appreciation, when it’s not very good. There are some good parts, but for the most part the movie was disappointing for me, (a very big Thor fan) to the point where I’m a mixture of angry and upset. Most of the people watching this movie don’t remember the last Thor movies, but I actually liked the Thor movies and was hoping something similar and even a lot better than Dark World, but BOY was I wrong. Nothing like it. Nothing like the first or second one.

I’m all fine with the difference in tone, the new characters, and even the ending. But the way they handled this movie was disgraceful and a slap to the face. I don’t care if a black man directed it, I don’t care if it’s a “new wave” in marvel movies, a “new look”, it’s not cohesive with the other movies. It’s a one-time movie that’s really stupid and won’t be able to match up with any other Thor movie in the past or future. Honestly this was a fan fiction that came to life and it doesn’t look good. I’ve made a full list of things I liked and did not like in this movie, I will be editing this over time. Btw, this is going to be extensive, just jump to the things I hate if you want to disagree.

SPOILERS ahead

Things I liked: 

1. That one scene where Thor puts his hammer in the fire monster’s mouth to stop it, that was funny, liked that. 2. When Thor comes back to his home (Scurge running after him when he flies away lol), figures out Loki’s trick, and the way he reveals Loki’s enchantment. That was a good scene.  3. Loki’s new look/outfits, he looks awesome throughout this movie, and so does Thor. I LOVED Thor’s new look, his cut hair was hot. 4. Everything about Doctor Strange’s scenes in this movie. Dr. Strange and Thor taking to each other was actually good and funny, and Loki’s scene where he fell was really good/funny too. 5. Odin’s passing, was a good scene. 6. Hela’s outfit (not including makeup), her personality, her destroying Mjolnir, her taking Scurge in to work for her. 7. The rainbow teleport scene where Loki and Thor fall out and end up somewhere else, that was cool. 8. The idea of a junkyard planet with weird idea of time; I liked the time thing. 9. The entrance of the Valkyrie warrior, the IDEA of Valkyrie, the backstory is AMAZING. A very good call. 10. Thor’s seriousness in his conversation with screen Loki, trying to show Loki that he was a dick. 11. When Thor messages Heimdall. Fucking love him in this movie, some of the best scenes. 12. Thor’s lightning/thunder powers in the fight, and how the grand master stopped him before he won. 13. When Hela explains her and Odin’s history. Information about the weapons. The idea of her skeleton army and her wolf. 14. Hulk? Maybe? ??? I like how Hulk wasn’t speaking amazing sentences, and that he helped Thor with the idea of leaving. 15. Loki helping Thor escape. 16. Loki betraying Thor again, yet comes back to him again. It’s character development, small but something. 17. Trying to reach the big portal, (I REFUSE to call it what they named it. It was fucking ridiculous.) the ship fights. 18. ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY!!!!!!! 19. The people are the source of Asgard, not the place, which is cool. 20. Valkyries outfit (wish she had a sword with it, not a machine gun??) 21. Thor’s fight with Hela, and the dialogue when he sits in the throne. Still love his lighting powers (I also actually like how he lost his eye, wish they made it look better). 21. How surge turns his back on Hela. 21. The big fire guy destroys Asgard, which is awesome.

Things I did not like/abhorred/wanted changed:

1. THE MOVIE STARTED WITH FUCKING DIALOGUE. THE, “You’re wondering how I got here” SHIT. I KNOW HE WAS TALKING TO A SKELETON, BUT IT DOESN”T CHANGE THE FACT. I DID THAT DIALOGUE IN MY FIRST FUCKING BOOK, WHICH WAS HORRIBLE BTW. No excuses.

2. Thor’s “funny” moments. They were awkward (maybe a little awkward funny, but not by a lot), even from the beginning of the movie. What they should have done was made him a little bit serious talking to this fire demon thing (maybe crack a joke, but he shouldn’t be the joke); the fire demon person is serious in a serious setting, so match the tone a little. It looks like a bad fan fiction scene again, where they go, “I’m going to destroy you, I will have the power soon.”, “LoL I WiLl HaVe tHe PoWR SoOn”, then the super hero overpowers it. No struggle, nothing to make it interesting. Just Mary Suing his way to breaking out, or at least making the “funny” struggle look cringey.

3. Now, I don’t mind Heimdall being banished and a new funny guy is there and trying to please the ladies, but the slapstick, chopping the head off scene of the monster so that it “goos” the girls was fucking stupid, it wasn’t even funny and was pointless.

4. THE F-U-C-K-I-N-G IGNORING of the important romantic subplot made and mentioned in FOUR FUCKING MOVIES. It was my favorite romantic subplot in all of the Marvel movies. And not even a back-flash of her, not a tear, or even sadness for their breakup, it’s been two years (which is nothing for Asgardians btw) but we get fucking NOTHING, no emotions from Thor, who said she was “Oh so important”. We only got an arrogant Thor trying to convince himself he broke up with her to save his “pride”. It wasn’t funny. It was stupid way to cut an important character from the past movies. What the actual fuck? Oh, and this also means no Darcy. Fuck you whoever made this movie and thought that was a good idea. This is a movie, a backstory or a dream about an emotional breakup while he was in prison would’ve added to the story, would’ve made sense. But noooooo, it was a “fuck you!” to the audience. 

5. Hela’s entrance. It wasn’t good, it needed to be darker and more dramatic, also darker background music, and maybe darker skies. 

6. The death of the hero’s three. What the actual fuck. You ALL know this one, the scene where they die in the blink of an eye. They could’ve put them anywhere while a random warrior was at the sword to be killed, then Scurge could’ve been a little scared and bowed slowly or said something (the “I’m just a janitor” phrase was stupid). They could’ve been in the background, or one of them killed but passed a message to protect the citizens to help Heimdall. But their deaths were in vain and stupidly ignored, to the point where it made me INFURIATED.

7. The moment Thor was slapstick “shocked” (shocked my electricity, even though he controls lightning and thunder) by the looter aliens.

8. Valkyrie’s attitude throughout this movie may have seemed “strong” or like she had reason for her lack of empathy, but no, her reason was because of her bad decisions and lack of caring only. Now I would’ve loved this if we got an emotional scene from her explaining this and then saying “I finally have hope now”, but do we get something like that? FUCK to the N-O, we get her talking about it really fast, like a fucking funny after-thought because they were running out of time. This was a serious and intriguing character but turned her emotions and choices for humor and people who want “a strong and hot” female character. I wanted more real from her, but alas, another character ruined and lessened by bad writing. (And also, I REALLY wanted her to use a Valkarie sword, but what the fuck do we get? A machine gun for the guys to drool over. We get fucking fan service in this movie. They are on an alien planet and she gets a machine gun? Not even an awesome laser gun, or maybe a laser shooting sword, or nothing awesome, we get a machine gun for one of the “badass” ladies.)

9. The rock guy is annoying as fuck, like another Jar-Jar Binks. I like how his voice is softer compared to the masculine body, but everything he says is annoying and of no use.

10. Banner. Bruce Banner really does ruin this movie, he’s just there to make cringey jokes and slapstick humor, like the “I think I know you from somewhere?”, “I think I know you too, weird” joke and how he jumped out of the plane and hit the rainbow bridge for humor. Like, it wasn’t funny, it just looked like it hurt.

11. The undead army was a cool idea, but it turned into annoying mess. They stood or ran around looking stupid instead of actually doing things, and every camera angle on them was very ugly. I know why, because there were so many individual skeletons that the artists/designers didn’t want to do more work on the details, and so they made the angles on them very far away, above or minimal so they could focus on something else. Not many people noticed, but oh goodness I noticed. I was excited for the details and design of them but I was majorly disappointed.

12. I still hate the name of the evil swirling vortex. The Devils Anus? What the actual fuck. What the hell were they thinking.

 The movie was a cluttered, stupid, bad fanfiction made to be a “funny and fun blockbuster for the family!’ without thinking of the past story/fans. And I saved the best two things for last:

1.     The more I wrote this, the more I realized. There was no important reason for the Hulk to be in this movie, except to have another big cameo of an avenger. The only other reason was because they needed someone stronger then Thor so Thor could unleash his power for the first time, but they could’ve made another monster just as strong. They could’ve had Valkyrie realize that Thor could be her way out, and go. Banner was DEFINITELY not needed. At all, he was just cringey slapstick humor, and only 11 year olds found it funny. Cringe =/= funny.

2.     The fucking colors in this movie. It’s disgusting. It looks awful, everything doesn’t match the other Thor movies, and the only thing it matches is Dr. Strange and Guardians of the Galaxy. It’s too bold and ugly ALL the time, there were very few scenes that looked nice. I really wish they would fix it one day, but the choices are for a cluttered, “fun and action packed movie!”.

[poison-basil]

Part 7: Fake it to make it...

Summary - Why you gotta be so cruel…

There was an ache in her chest that she just couldn’t shake because she has to do it tonight. It wasn’t fair if she just let it go on as it has been, ignoring Dick and the rest of the family, trying desperately to sort things out on her own. Temperance has been sitting in her apartment for the last two hours, in her Red Robin suit, staring blankly at her phone. There were calls and texts from Dick worrying about where she was, they were growing constant and more panicked, he had started leaving voicemails, demanding to know where she was.

It wouldn’t be long before Dick started looking for her, if he wasn’t already. She had to make her move soon, get herself together. She was, for once, immensely glad that she wore a cowl; it would hide most of her face, and it would be easier on them both if Dick couldn’t read her as well as usual.

Getting up from her sofa, pulling the mask over her head, trying to take on the calm mindset of the vigilante as easily as she pulled on the body suit, harness and utility belt. The effect was instant, she felt stronger, more sure of what she had to do, she headed towards the window, it would be like a bandage, the quicker you rip it off, the less pain. Slapping her cheeks, she stood, her thoughts running wild in her head, she hoped this went according to plan. Opening her window, she shot off the grapple to the building across and swung.

She was out now, running across roof tops, and swinging between buildings, taking out the odd crook, simple things, to settle her mind, trying to gain the confidence she would need to face the man she’s desperately in love with...and break his heart. It had been two weeks since she had last saw Dick, and this was not the reunion that she wanted with him, but it needed to be done. The backlash, the possibility he could get hurt, be found out, be exposed. If he got hurt because of her, she’d never be able to move again.

Three weeks ago, Temperance had received a number of cryptic, untraceable messages. Each came in various forms, some in texts on her phone, messages from random perps on the street she had busted. The ones that really got her the notes left on her bedside table while she slept because that meant they knew who she was, could find her, and be able to find those she cared about, putting everyone around her in danger. When she couldn’t hack the messages, when the cameras in her apartment were re-wired effortlessly, she knew she was dealing with someone far out of their usual criminal element. Someone that could circumvent her brain, her plans, her contingencies.

She has been trying to figure out what they were about when she had a breakthrough. By the time she’d decoded all of them, the message was very clear. They were a warning and growing more intense and specific as they went on. The fact that they had managed to find out who she was, in and out of costume, where she lived and get in and out leaving messages so close to her without her waking up worried her. They all hinted at danger and pain. It wasn’t until the last one of most recent ones that she realised they weren’t about harming her, they were about hurting Dick and other members of the Bat family if she’d didn’t do what the threats demanded: stop interfering in Gotham’s seedy underworld and leave..

She was thinking about what to do while researching and investigating who it was. She’s got some leads, but nothing solid enough to act and time is running out. If she didn’t leave Gotham tonight, the attacks on her family would start.  All of it forced her hand, and now as she stood on the top of Wayne Tower looking down on Gotham without a clue as to who as sending her these threats, her options were limited. One thing was clear though, if she cut ties and left the Bat family, left Gotham, they would be ok. She could carry on the investigation out of town, come back once she put the perpetrators in jail. Until she did, however, she had to make hard decisions when her whole body screamed against it.

She could do this, being alone was nothing compared to knowing that they were in danger because of her. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be for long and she would figure out who was behind this before anyone she cared about got hurt. Bruce, Jason, Dick, and even Damian were all in danger of being exposed, hunted down, and cutting ties completely while she worked the case is her only option. But Dick… with Dick, though, she didn’t think he would ever forgive her for this. But it had to be done because she had to protect them, at all costs.

Sitting on the edge of their usual meeting place high on top Wayne Tower, she waited. It wouldn’t be long before Dick found her, not with Oracle’s access to all the cameras in the city. Barbara had probably let him know her location the second she landed. All she had to do was pass the time until she would have to do everything necessary to keep him safe. She turned on the com, made sure it was muted on her end while listening to the usual back-and-forth banter between the Red Hood, Robin and B. It was so familiar, striking her in the chest with pangs of nostalgia. She would miss this, family nights in Gotham when they all got to be out.

She dearly hoped that she got this wrapped up quickly. Could come back into the fold as soon as possible (even if Dick never forgave her for it).

There was a thud behind her and the crunch of boots on asphalt. She would do this standing, she didn’t want to look as vulnerable as she felt.

“Red, where you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.” His voice gentles, as if trying to coax a wild animal.

“I’ve been busy,” She brushes him off. There is no time for pleasantries, not right now. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

His head tilts in confusion, “What is it Red? You ok?” He starts towards her, bringing his hands up to put on her shoulder.

Temperance backs up a little out of his grip, tilts her chin up so he thinks she’s actually looking, “I’m fine, as I said, I’ve been busy.” She knows she won’t be able to do this if he’s touching her, knows she’s got to keep a straight face to pull this off without making the first Robin suspicious.

He cringes as she moves away, fisting his raised hands, “You usually still make time for us when you’re busy. Do you want to tell me what’s going on here?”

“I haven’t had the time,” Forcing herself to straighten up and take a deep breath, “But, that’s what I want to talk to you about,” It was now or never, she just had to do it fast and leave so he wouldn’t know how much this is going to kill her. “Things...aren’t working out. I feel like we should break up.”

It was Dick’s turn to take a step back, “What? Why?” She could see the frown on his face deepening. “Where is this coming from? Talk to me!”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, Dick. I just don’t want to be together anymore.” I want to protect you. I’m in love with you and it’ll kill me if you get hurt.

“Don’t need to explain yourself? You are breaking up with me out of the blue! I sure as hell need an explanation!” Dick’s face had morphed into an angry scowl (not that she could blame him) as he threw his hands up in the air.

Oh God, this was killing her, the look on his face painful to stomach, “Nightwing, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be…”

He flinched when she made it Nightwing instead of Dick, distancing herself, but still it isn’t helping. “Difficult? Oh I’m sorry, Red, is this difficult for you?” His movements were becoming more wild, he points to his chest and adds, “Well it sure isn’t easy for me! None of this even makes sense. I thought...I thought we’d finally agreed we were going to be together after all these years. I thought we were doing to well.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be with you, Nightwing,” Damn, this was what she didn’t want to happen, hoping against hope that he would sulk off angrily and not look too deeply into the why behind it all, what a stupid thing to hope for, “I want to end this without all the drama. It’ll be easier for us both”

Suddenly he ripped off his domino, “Well, fuck me I guess, my girlfriend, who I’m in love with! Has just announced that we should break up.” He slumps to his knees, hands in his hair.

She slowly put her hands out, as though to give comfort, before quickly pulling them back, “Don’t do this.”

He looks up at her from his position, “Don’t, don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. You don’t have the right, if you’re really breaking up with me. After everything we’ve fought through to get to this point, to be what we are to each other, and you’re just going to throw it away? Throw me away? And I don’t even get to know why?” His voice is breaking.

Damn, he was going to cry, and she was slowly losing it, not able to give him some bullshit excuse that could make this easier for them both. “Please, just, calm down, please...”

His eyes are red and getting wetter by the second, “I  don’t understand Temp, we were good, we were great, what happened? What did I do to make you--?” He chokes and whatever he was ready to say makes her clench both fists, blink rapidly behind the cowl.

Nononono! “Nothing! Nothing, Dick, it’s nothing you did!” She rushed because she couldn’t hurt him that much, to think it was all because of him when it was her fault.

Dick looked more confused, “Then why? Why are you doing this, baby?”

“I need to,” She watched as tears started to run down his cheeks, “I-I don’t want to be with you anymore…” She is super glad that she’d worn the cowl, her eyes are starting to sting.

Dick smashed his fists on the roof, “I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it! Something happened! Something had to have happened--!”

Suddenly there is a crack of thunder, as though the heavens are also against her, wishing to make this more miserable than it already was, rain started to pour, she had to do it, it will keep him safe, “I don’t love you Dick, I can’t be with you!”

Dick’s crushed look was too much, but at least he seemed to believe. “You...Temp, you don’t love me?” At that, her tears spilled over freely, making it sticky under her mask.

She sucked in a breath, keeping her objective in the forefront of her mind. This was for Dick’s safety, to keep him from being exposed, and she could do this, She had to do this. “I don’t, not anymore…”

Dick’s face suddenly went blank and his eyes narrowed, that wasn’t good, “I don’t believe you…”

She moved slightly back, shoulders tensing, “What?”

“I don’t believe you,” Getting to his feet and taking a step forward, he places his hands on every side of her wet face, refuses to let her get even a step further away, “Even with the mask, I can tell that you aren’t looking me in the eye...”

“No… I don’t, I --” Her words were choked, she didn’t do anything that obvious, did she?

Temperance shivered at the touch of his thumb as it touched the ridge of her mask, “Take off the mask.”

“No…” She couldn’t, he would know.

“Come on, Temp,” is Dick cajoling her, because he knows something is most definitely up,  “one last request. Take off the mask, look me in the eye, and tell me you no longer love me, no longer care for me, like I care for you.” Temperance felt as he started to apply pressure and move the mask up slowly.

She didn’t know what to do, but caught at his wrists, trying to stop him. “I don’t --”

“It’s cruel, Temperance, not facing me fully,” He worked the mask up and over her head against her hold, “do this for me…” His voice his soft, nearly drained out from the rain.

“Dick I --” The words were stuck in her throat.

“Why are you crying, Temp?” His thumb brushing the tears and rain from her cheeks, “I thought this was what you wanted?”

“I- I--” She couldn’t think of anything to say, his blue eyes stunning her.

“You gonna tell me now? Look at me and tell me you don’t love me,” His voice broke, his mouth wobbled a bit, “I’ll leave, no more questions asked, if you can do that…”

“I- I don’t- I --” Just tell him, it was simple, should be easy, If it were anyone else other than Dick Grayson. “Dick, I --” The were just words, right? But why was this so hard? “I don’t love you” Her voice wavered through words she had managed to force out.

“Temp, baby, how can I believe that when it looks like you’re about to break into pieces?” His voice was sweet and soft with affection, his warm hands against her rain cooled skin.

“I don’t love you...” She tried again, her voice still breaking.

“Tell me whats going on,” He pleaded, tilting her face, already passing off the words to get to the motivation underneath. “Let me help you...” Dick whispered into skin.

“You can’t,” She had to do it alone, “I have to keep you safe.” She didn’t want to cause him any extra trouble. “I have to let you go…”

Ah-ha, Dick knew it. Knew something was off here, something terribly out of character. “Baby, look at me and tell me what’s happened…” He pushed stray hairs from her face.

“I --” Temperance is mortified at how much she is crying right now. Get yourself together!

“It’s ok Tempie, I’m here, I got you.” He let go of her for a moment, before slipping his arms around her waist. “Now tell me what this was all about.”

“Dick !--” It was hard to concentrate, his warmth distracting, “I just wanted to keep you safe,” She lets out a sniffle, “Just wanted everyone to be safe --”

He kisses her temple, “Shh, it’s going to be fine, we’re going to be alright, you just have to tell me. We can get this sorted out...” His arms tightened around her waist.

“Someone --” Another sniffle, “There were messages sent to me, warning me that --” She didn’t know how to explain, her argument sounded weaker and weaker every time she thought about it now, “That if I didn’t leave you guys and Gotham, they were going to--”

Temperance is cut off, “Temperance, we’ve had threats like that before--”

She could hear the panic in her voice, “Not like this! Usually we know who we’re dealing with!” She needed him to understand. “This someone got into my apartment Dick! He knows who I am, don’t you understand?”

Dick pulls back to look at her, “What!?”

She shrugs and brings her arms around Dick’s waist, squeezing him, “They left little clues, in different places, when I figured it out, this was the only thing I could think to do while I leave the city to try finding more clues on who is doing this!”

Temperance can feel the sigh that escapes Dick, “Temp, you could have come to us.”

She holds tighter, “I don’t know who they are Dick. It isn’t worth the risk! If they find out I haven’t done what they asked, they might hurt someone! I couldn’t live with that!” Her breathing was getting faster, and she could recognise the signs, she was working herself into a panic.

She felt his hands come to rub up and down her back, soothing and warm, “Shush, it’s ok Tee, we got this, we’ll figure it out --”

Tensing, temperance gripped his uniform, “No! I can’t involve you!”

She could feel Dick pause, “I’m already involved,” came the quiet reply, “I’m not going to let you hurt yourself for us...”

Temperance tried again, “But I--”

Temperance hears the groan from Dick, “No buts Temp, we’re gonna figure this out.”

“Dick --”

She feels Dick put his hands on her arms and gently push, she looks up at him, “Do you love me, Tee?” He asks softly.

“Yes, of course I --”

“Then that's all that matters. Everything else we can solve together.” He shushes her with a quick kiss, “Though, if you ever try breaking up with mo over something like this again, we are going to have a talk.” His voice deep and serious as he tells her.

“I just wanted to keep you safe, I--”

Dick tutted at her, and it kind of reminds her of Damian, “I get that, but it hurts, Temperance, how easy it was for you to try and cut things off between us.”

“Easy? It wasn’t easy!” She shouts, “I had to protect you, keep you safe! I could do this and keep you out of it, Dick! They’ll come for you, they’ll come to hurt you because of me, and I can’t--!”

His face softens, “I know that, but you could of come to me, instead you blindsided me.”

“I just wanted to keep you safe since I don’t even know who’s doing this or why…” Temperance murmurs.

“Temp, I get that, but I’m a big vigilante, I’ve been in the game longer than you, and I can look after myself. I just wish you had come to me first, instead of doing this.” She can hear the hurt, the tightness in her chest from earlier is back.

She wants to reassure him now, “Next time, I promise, I was just so scared Dick, they know who I am, where I live… I just didn’t know what to do, I panicked.”

His voice is understanding and it loosens the pain inside her, “Listen Temp, now that I know, I can help you, I love you baby, you know that right?”

“I know…”

“Then this is what’s going to happen,” He finally steps away from her, and pulls her mask back over her face for her,  “You’re gonna come with me, stay at my place and we will lock down the apartment and let Bruce know to be on alert.” He finally get’s his domino back on and turns to her, “if my place gets compromised, we have safe houses all over the city. Jay can disappear if we really need him to, but with all of us on the case, whoever is threatening you won’t stand stand a chance.  We’ll find this guy, ok?”

“Ok…” She wipes at her face, “I love you,Dick, I’m so sorry,” She doesn’t know how to make this better, “I’m sorry I did this to you! I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I’m already running out of time.”

Dick hugs her again, hums, and grips her tight, “It’s ok Temp, everything’s going to be fine.” His words made the tightness in her chest loosen completely. His warmth seeped through her wet suit, giving her comfort. His smell calming her in ways she hadn’t felt for weeks. Why did she always mess things up? It would follow her, the pain she had caused him, she would have to make it up to him, so he would always know, so there would never be any question as to who she’s always belonged.!

(And as the night closes in, settles over Gotham’s skyline, she has no idea the small, private army amassing against her or the other plans put in place to take her and the ones she cares about out of the vigilante game. Permanently.)

[loxare]

A Talon By Any Other Name

Chapter 7 - Getting to Know You

“Wonderful. You're awake.” Dick beamed at the dry British voice. Every time he heard it, it was followed by cookies and a general feeling of calmness. In the Court, it had been calm any time he wasn't on an assignment, but it was a tense calm. Like the calm before a storm. Agent A was the calm after the storm, when you knew everything was going to be ok now.

As usual, there was a tray full of cookies in the butler's hands. Unusually, there was a glass and a paper cup full of pills as well. “Here we are.” Hood made a tentative grab for the delicious-smelling treats. He'd always been grabby about food. But Agent A gently slapped his hand away. “None of that now. You must have these first.” He held up the paper cup and a glass of water.

Hood was instantly suspicious, recoiling as far back into his pillow as he could. “What is it?”

“Nutrient pills. We attempted to get you on an IV drip, but you continually pushed the needles out. And your blood work was severely lacking in several essential vitamins and minerals.”

There was something about Agent A that made a person instantly want to obey. Batman had obviously built an immunity, and Red seemed to be well on his way, but luckily, Little Wing was new to the butler's no nonsense demeanor. Demurely, he took the cup and dry swallowed the pills. Dick couldn't really tell, because of the mask, but he was fairly sure Agent A rolled his eyes at the action.

He pushed the glass closer. “And the water young sir. Then you may have your cookies.” Dick had to say, he'd never seen something disappear that fast. Hood had gotten the entire glass drank in one gulp.

Satisfied, Agent A maneuvered the tray so it was sitting on Hood's lap and the Talons dived in. They were still eating, savouring every bite, ten minutes later when the Batmobile pulled into the Batcave. Those were the terms now. As soon as he figured out how, he was hacking into the Batcomputer and changing them there.

Red Wing bounded into the medbay as soon as he was showered and changed, as he had been for the past few days. When he saw Hood, his face covered in crumbs, chocolate chips, and raspberry jam, he broke into a smile. “Hood! You're up!”

“Yup. Not dead yet squirt.” He bit down on the last bite of cookie, ignoring the napkin Agent A was not-so-subtly holding out in his direction, choosing to wipe his face off on the back of his hand instead. “So, how've you been since the last time I tried to kill you?”

“Nice try. You never tried to kill me. You were training me.”

“Ah! Little detective, this one!” Hood grinned, and Dick mirrored the expression. His little brother didn't seem to have any bad side effects from Joker's attacks. No brain damage. That was good.

Red Wing's smile dropped into a serious frown. Dick followed that one too, knowing what Red was going to ask and showing silent support. Even though they were Talons, Red idolized them a bit. Probably because of the no-fatal-attacks thing, but probably something else too. “Why? You had plenty of chances. But you never went for a death blow. Not even a maiming one. Why?”

Hood blew out a breath of air. “Right to the heavy question, huh? Alright. First time I ever saw you, you were talking some druggie woman down from a ledge, saved her and her kid. I checked on her a month later. She'd gotten checked into rehab. Her kid was doing well in school.” He scratched at the back of his head. “Dick tell you how we can get memories back sometimes? Just random, out of the blue ones caused by some trigger or another?”

Red Wing nodded. “He got a memory the first time he saw you.”

Hood's eyebrows flew up. Dick frowned. Had he never told... Nope. He had not. Oops. Giving him a Look, Hood continued. “Well, watching you talk to that lady that night gave me one too. Some blonde woman, maybe my mom. Maybe not. I was reading to her. There were needles everywhere and her eyes were all glazed. But sometimes, she smiled.” His eyes were faraway. Dick was listening intently, and he knew Red was doing the same. Anything Hood could remember was a hint as to who he had been. “You were so kind to that lady on the roof. And I thought, maybe, if my mom had had someone to check her into rehab, if she'd gotten clean, I wouldn't have gone to the streets. I wouldn't have been Talon.”

He snapped back to reality and flicked Red on the forehead. “You kind of sucked though. Any Talon could take you out with both hands behind their back and blindfolded. You had a job to save people and you couldn't do it if you were dead. That's why.”

Rubbing his forehead, Red nodded. “Thank you. I'd been wondering.”

“Well stop it. It'll give you little creases that will never go away.” Intent on being annoying, Hood rubbed his thumb between Red Wing's eyebrows, trying to erase the crease there while Red protested. After a moment, Dick joined in, pulling Red's mouth into a smile. “Frowning is bad for you Red. Lighten up!”

“Let go you guys! Stohahhaap!” The last word was severely distorted by giggles when Hood gave up on the seemingly-permanent crease and started tickling the poor little crime fighter. After a particularly fierce chortle threatened to take one of Dick's fingers off, he moved to tickling too. Fingers were a pain to regrow.

“What's going on in here?”

The sudden, stern, Batman-voice had all of them freezing in place. Slowly, they turned to the door, Red still hiccoughing a few snickers. Dick pressed his mouth into a straight line. “He is much too serious for his age. He has way more growing up to do before he becomes a broody tower of darkness like you.”

Hood nodded. “Small children need to smile Bats.”

Ignoring Red's protest (“I an not a small child! And you're not much older than me!”), Batman just glared at Dick, who glared right back. Probably not a good idea to glare at the guy who had decided yesterday that he wouldn't put them in the little cells the Batcave had for some reason, but it needed to be done. “Now if you'll excuse us, we were in the middle of something important.”

Hood got in first, grabbing a very ticklish spot on Red's knee, producing a startled yelp from the boy. Dick went back to focusing on his sides, Hood on the bottoms of his feet. Dick wasn't sure, but he thought he saw Batman smile, shake his head, and turn to leave.

Red didn't escape until twenty minutes later when Agent A walked back in with a new batch of cookies. That man really had the best timing. “Alright Master Dick, Master Hood. I do believe that Master Red has had enough for now.”

Tim jumped. Master Dick and Master Hood...? But Alfred only ever called people he considered family by that title. People who belonged in the Manor. He caught the butler's eye and received a knowing smile in return. So Alfred saw it too?

It had been a bit slow, but Dick had managed to very much incorporate himself into life in the Cave. Any time he wasn't watching over Hood's bedside, he was helping, teaching Tim new moves, showing Bruce how he could use acrobatics to climb buildings faster than even a grapple, helping Alfred dust the computer. Or sometimes making a nuisance of himself, hopping from stalactite to stalactite and scaring the bats, taking naps on top of the computer screen, hanging from the car's platform to startle Tim when he jumped out at the end of a long night. Hood himself had been awake for less than an hour, and he'd already impressed Alfred with his hearty appetite and willingness to pull the ever-serious vigilantes out of their brooding.

A day or two later, once Alfred let Hood get out of bed officially (and after he'd snuck out at least six times), Hood had managed to work his way past the Bat's very impressive walls. A good majority of it was hiding in the stalactites and jumping out to startle him (which never worked) and spotting things in cases that Bruce and Tim missed. For example, one of Riddler's riddles had involved a classical novel, one Bruce had read, but not often and not for a long while. Hood had the entire relevant passage memorized.

By way of explanation, Hood just waved a hand. “I was sent to pick up a delivery from an Owl's house. I may have made off with a book or six as well.” At Dick's raised eyebrow – because really, how did he manage to get away with that? – he grinned. “They were the dusty ones, in the very back of the library. He probably didn't even notice they were gone. That's where I got most of my books. Deliveries. Read them a hundred times, at least. Never took any from any assassination assignments though...”

Soon after, Tim found himself browsing the bookshelves in the study, trying to find something Hood might like. All four books were finished in two days and piled neatly on Tim's workbench. After a half hour, he looked up to see a pair of teal eyes peeking at him longingly from the far end of the table. With a sigh, he stood and walked up the staircase, pulling off his mask as he went.

Bruce, in his usual paranoid fashion, had installed a fingerprint and retina scan, as well as a vocal key, to the door. To keep the Talons out, he said. Tim just smirked and shook his head. Neither of them had shown any interest in going upstairs, although Dick did start waiting at the bottom of the stairs every time he heard someone open the clock.

The study was empty. So was the rest of the house actually. Bruce had gone to a Wayne Enterprises meeting and Alfred had driven him. So it was just Tim and the secret basement of Talons. And apparently, as he grabbed another book off the shelf, someone else. He heard their breathing beyond the door, but there wasn't any time to hide or react. The door burst open and Tim let out a strangled cry as the assailant tackled him, then another as his head slammed into the desk. Dazed, he could barely follow the intruder's conversation as he spoke into a walkie-talkie.

“Yeah, alone, just like you said. ... Nah, I didn't have any trouble breaking in. ... That code the Court gave you really does work on everything. Easiest kidnapping I've ever been paid for.”

The conversation was cut short when the clock burst open. Thankfully, the kidnapper had his back turned as Hood shouldered his way past the magnetic locks and Dick flipped into the room, landing on the guy's head. He went face first into the same desk that Tim had landed on, going unconscious instantly.

Dick gathered Tim in his arms while Hood hogtied the intruder. Then they raced back down the stairs, pulling the clock closed on Tim's insistence. Before Tim could get his bearings, he was sitting in the medbay, with Hood stitching the cut he didn't even realize was bleeding while Dick tried unsuccessfully to call Bruce on the computer.

“Ok, I got nothing. Hood, you still haven't fixed your shoulder?”

“It's fine. Just dislocated. It'll heal.”

“It'll heal faster if you fix it. Red, how do you work this thing?”

Later, Tim would blame the head injury for this. At the time, it seemed like a spectacular idea. “The passwords are 0527DC1939, 0437DC1940, 0416B1943, 03357B1983, 08436B1989, 08647DC1992, and 09655B2006. Batman can be called on the third icon down.” He faded in and out of consciousness, only hearing brief snatches of conversation as Dick relayed what happened.

It was almost like his brain was taking snapshots instead of video. Click. Dick was by the computer, Hood was leaning close to inspect the stitches. Click. He'd fallen over. Hood was picking him up. Dick was rushing over. Click. They had pushed a bed so it was against the wall. Click. They had sat him up and put themselves on either side of him, to keep him from falling over again. Click. They had both fallen asleep. That sounded like a good idea.

Meetings were long and almost always uneventful. This one was one that Lucius could have taken care of by himself, but the board members insisted on his presence. Of course finances were crucial, but this was beyond him, let alone his facade of idiot billionaire playboy. And it was boring. Fighting crime was simultaneously more interesting and more fulfilling.

No, that wasn't quite right. Wayne Enterprises employed thousands of people. Money was donated to charities which he used to fund the criminals who were more desperate and down on their luck than the hardened thugs he normally encountered.

Bruce truly believed that his charities helped those people. The ones who turned to gangs or petty crime so they could feed their little ones. It was largely in part to the Wayne Foundation. Not to mention his own night time activities, which were not as promiscuous as the board wanted to believe. Of course, he normally had a good sense of which person he encountered was a criminal and which one was just desperate.

His phone rang, jostling him from his not-related-to-finance thoughts. Hiding his relief with a look of annoyance, he gestured to the board to continue. Stepping out, he pressed his phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Ah! I got it to work. Hood, it's working!”

“I can hear that Dickie. Just tell him what happened. Whoa Red, stay upright. I need to bandage this.”

And now Bruce was freaking out a bit. Bandage what? And how had Dick gotten into the computer? “Talk. Now.”

“Right, right. So Red was upstairs getting Hood more books and we heard him scream. Once, and it was probably just him tripping on something. But he screamed twice and we got all worried. So we broke your door and there was a guy and Red was lying on the floor bleeding a bit from his head. I knocked him out and Hood tied him up and now Red is getting stitches and I thought you should know.”

Bruce sighed and rubbed his eyes. “He's alright?” From the sound of things, he was, but Bruce wanted to make sure. He started towards the elevator. He'd give his apology to Lucius tomorrow.

“A little woozy. He probably has a concussion.”

The elevator door closed behind him. Pressing one of his shirt buttons, he temporarily shorted out the camera. And now for the second important question. “Did the intruder see the Cave entrance?”

“Hm? No, he had his back turned when Hood bashed through. Speaking of, Hood, fix your shoulder or I'll fix it for you!”

“Fine!” There was the distinct crack of an arm going back into its shoulder socket.

And the third question. “And you saw the room upstairs? Any notable objects?”

“Oh yeah. There was a desk, and a bunch of decoration stuff!”

“And wall to wall books. Tell him about the books Dick!”

“Hood says there was books.”

“That was the least excited mention of books I have ever heard.”

“That's because it's not exciting.”

Before Hood could reply, Bruce barked, “Focus!” The elevator dinged, and he swept his eyes across the room. Spotting Alfred speaking to the receptionist (a lovely young woman, sir, she wants to go to Yale next year), he waved him over. One last question. “Do you know why the man was there?”

“Yup. Heard him just before we broke in. The Court sent him he was going to kidnap Red.”

“WHAT?”

“No idea why. Maybe we'll find out later? Ah, who am I kidding? You're Bats! You'll figure it out.”

He would have preferred a concrete reason, but this would have to do for now. “Keep an eye on him,” he meant Tim, but he couldn't tell Dick his name, and calling him Red while there was twenty or thirty people in ear shot would be suspicious, “I'll be home in half an hour.” He hung up, and turned to Alfred. “Someone went after Tim today, but whoever it was clearly wasn't expecting our guests to be there. Tim likely has a concussion though.”

Alfred sniffed, holding the door open for Bruce. “Some people have no sense of decorum. Entering a person's house while they're away is the height of poor taste.”

Giving a short laugh, he smiled at his lifelong friend through the mirror. “Indeed it is Alfred. Now let's see how he's doing.”

The ride home was definitely a half hour according to the clock on the dashboard, but it felt like so much longer. As it wore on, Bruce felt something unfamiliar creep up on him. He was trying to shift through every possible culprit who could have gotten past the Manor's security, but his focus kept slipping sideways to Tim. If he was alright, if he was scared or worse, if this was so in the norm for him that he was simply used to it. Maybe making him Red Wing had been a bad idea. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be getting injured on a regular basis. Actually, if he hadn't taken Tim in in the first place, he wouldn't be getting targeted by unknowns. And that wasn't his only failure. He should have kept a better eye on Dick, that day at the circus. Should have gone up and comforted him right away instead of looking for clues as to the murderer's identity. If he had, the Court might not have grabbed him. And Hood had dislocated his shoulder?

“Oh, do stop worrying sir. I'm sure Master Tim is fine.” The curt voice cut through his thoughts.

“I'm not worrying. Am I worrying?” Was he worrying?

Alfred gave him a wry smile. “It appears so Master Bruce. Fret not. It's natural to worry about your children when they're injured.” Children? It made sense for Tim, he supposed. He had adopted the boy after all. But he'd been worrying about Dick and Hood too.

Bruce was saved from having to reply by Alfred pulling up to the front door.

Leaping out, he pushed open the door, already standing ajar, and raced down the hall, to the study. As promised, there was a thug lying on the ground, thoroughly tied up and unconscious. As a precaution, Bruce lifted the man and tossed him into the hall. Alfred could call the police on this one.

He opened the clock, noting the broken magnetic locks, and took the stairs two at a time. He raced through the training room, the main area, and the garage (complete with boat, plane and motorcycles), before he remembered the medbay. Hood had been stitching Tim's head.

And there they were. Sitting on a bed parked longways along the wall, each of them fast asleep. It surprised him a bit when the tight feeling in his chest lessened, not just at the sight of Tim's general health (head wound not withstanding), but also at Dick's and Hood's. Grabbing a blanket from another bed, he covered them and turned to leave, flicking off the lights as he went. He had to speak to Alfred about some guest rooms.

It wasn't until a few hours later that he noticed someone had altered all his equipment records. The “Batmobile”? What?

AN: Another happy chapter! Yay! I don’t know if you noticed, but I am working very hard on getting these out by the end of this week and not forgetting.

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Wedding and pop-corn - Batmom x Batfamily

So I decided to combine those two requests, because they’re very similar, and it’s not my thing to write two stories that are basically the same thing :-). So here for Batmom and Bruce’s wedding and all of that ! IT’S SUPER LONG SORRY !! It’s been a while since I wrote such a long fic...I just didn’t wanna make two parts... Hope you’ll like it : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-ENOUGH IS ENOUGH ! 

The angry (or rather, annoyed), loud and deep voice of their father stop them all right in their track. It isn’t often your Bruce raises his voice like so, but sometimes, your boys just push him too far. 

Like right now. 

You were all in the biggest living room in Wayne’s Manor, enjoying some family time for the first time in ages ! It was rare that you could hang out altogether outside of the Batcave...

But things weren’t going like you wanted them to go. 

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You had wished to spent some times with your sons, husband and the man you came to consider your father, Alfred. Watching movies, eating junk food, drinking too much coffee and soda...It started out so well. 

You guys were all sitting in a gigantic couch, with tons of things to eat and drink, and a movie to put on...Unfortunately, said movie was Dick’s favorite, and the young man seemed unable stop himself from saying every lines in the movie before they actually happened. 

You and Bruce were used to him doing that, as he’s been doing it since he arrived first in the house, when he was barely eight years old. The first time he said a line before a character would say it, he looked at you two worriedly, afraid to be annoying...And of course it was annoying, but he was so damn cute, that you let him do it. And some things never change. Even though he was know a almost a man, you still let him do it, because to you, he was still your baby boy, and he was still as cute as ever. 

Jason never cared either, because usually, when it was movie night, it meant cuddling against you or one of his brothers (rarely against Bruce, because of stupid pride), and he’d never admit it, but he didn’t care one bit about the movies you’d all watch, as long as he was with his family. Oh yes, of course he’d never admit it, it’d ruin his “tough guy reputation”.

Tim would usually doze off on your shoulder, or if your shoulder was taken by one of your siblings (only one shoulder available unfortunately, the other one was always automatically reserved for his father), then he’d fall asleep on one of them instead. The poor boy always had so much trouble sleeping, than when there were truly calm moments, like your movie nights, he just couldn’t stay awake. 

But Damian...Oh Damian hated Dick’s habit. And apparently, this evening, he was grumpier than usual, not even twenty minutes into the movie and he started to argue with his older brother about him “having to shut up because he’d like to enjoy the damn movie !”. Of course, because Dick loved the way Damian would get all worked up about something that silly (even though it really was annoying), he did it even louder. 

This sprout Damian lunging at Dick and yelling at him to be silent...the commotion he made woke Tim up, and when Tim got woken up from one of his rare peaceful sleep, he wasn’t in a good mood. So out of annoyance, he elbowed Damian in the ribs with a groan. 

It so happened that that particularly night, it was Jason’s turn to snuggle against you, and the fight their brother were starting made you straighten up to see what was happening, dislodging him from against you...And it wasn’t fair. it was his turn to be with his mommy (oh God he wished to everything he held holy that no one would ever know what he was thinking just now), and they were ruining it !  

All Hell broke loose as your four boys started to yell, kick, slap, damn even BITE each other ! All the while Dick kept saying the lines from the movie before it happened, as he was dodging punches and such. 

It lasted about thirty seconds before Bruce got genuinely angry that his sons were ruining one of their only family moments of the month ! It was so difficult to gather everyone together, and they were messing everything up ! 

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-ENOUGH IS ENOUGH ! 

They all froze, stopping right in the action. Damian was pulling Tim’s hair, who was biting his wrist. Dick had Jason’s right foot in the face and was holding him by his shirt. Tim had his arms wrapped around Jason and was pinching him meanly. Jason was being choke by Damian’s free arm...It was quite funny to see really, them frozen in that position. 

But it was also upsetting you highly. You hated when they fought. Minded, it was becoming rarer and rarer, especially since Damian became way calmer than he used to but...Sometimes, something stupid would happen and boom. They’d just fight like little devils. Not actually hurting each others badly, just...petty and sneaky little things. Though you had to admit, right now, they were out-matching themselves. 

Bruce’s famous glare, added to yours, made them all let go of each other and sit in a line in front of you, looking sorry and miserable. But you weren’t about to fall for that. Your husband started : 

-Congratulations boys, you did it. Family movie night is cancelled. 

They all looked at you for support, he couldn’t cancel family movie night ! It was a ritual ! They all needed it to feel better about their lives ! Just family cuddles and a good movie ! Hell, Damian was about to say he’d ignore Dick’s comment when you continued : 

-It’s quite the coincidence really. Alfred and I were just talking about how the second floor’s storage room was quite a mess. Right Alfred ? 

The butler nods, clearly satisfied he was about to avoid the task of cleaning everything by himself. Ok. By the look on their faces, your sons understood that they would have absolutely no support from you. You were totally siding with their father. Damn. Bruce finished : 

-I guess you understood what we mean. Up on the second floor, clean up the storage room, and if you’re fast enough, maybe we can still save family movie night and watch something together. Maybe. Now go, before I make the punishment way worst than that. I’m very disappointed in your behavior. 

Miserable. Yup. That’s what they looked like. But you knew they were only trying to get to you. And this time, it wouldn’t work. You wouldn’t let yourself be tenderized by their angel faces and such. They were going to go fix that storage room, and that was your last word (though you had to look away from them when they left, afraid you’d change your mind). 

They left the room, and with a sigh, you snuggled into Bruce’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you, and shook his head sadly. 

He knew that sometimes, he had to punish his boys so they wouldn’t take advantage of them, so they wouldn’t think they’d were allowed to do whatever they wanted...but damn. Family movie night. He loved it. It was one of the few nights where they would leave Gotham city to Batwoman and Batgirl, where they’d all take a night off, only once a month, to enjoy each others ! 

But he had to punish them. Or they would always fight. And maybe cleaning that awful storage room (which was a mess ever since he was a little boy) together would help bring them closer. And if it didn’t, well, it was sure a great punishment. 

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

Three hours. Three hours of hard work from your four boys. That’s how long it took for them to put everything away neatly. And they did a great job too, at least, Alfred, who came to check the finish work, thought so. 

There was just a few boxes to put away and everything would be done. With a bit of luck, you and Bruce would still be down in the living room, ready to watch some movies ! And not in bed yet...because if you guys were in bed, there was no way you’d ever come back to watch something with them. None of them would risk coming asking you anyway...Hum. 

Damian was about to put away the last box, refusing help from his older and taller brothers he went on his tiptoe to put the box on a shelf and...

BLAM ! The box and its content all scatter on the floor.

-Damian ! 

-I didn’t do it on purpose ! 

-Well I surely hope so ! Damn it we were so close to be done ! 

-Oh get over it Drake, it’s gonna take like, two minutes to fix this ! 

-Not if you keep arguing with me about it, now shut up and let’s take care of it. The faster we’re done here...

-Yeah yeah I know. 

With a last glare to each other, Tim and Damian, under the exasperated yet slightly amused look of their older brothers, starts to put away the things that fell off the box. A bunch of old tapes. VHS. Ancient am I right ? They’re throwing the tapes back in the box when...

-Wait a minute. 

Tim rises to his feet and give a VHS tape to Dick, saying : 

-Is that what I think it is ? 

-Holy shit I think it is ! 

-What ? What is it ? 

Damian hurriedly threw the remnant of tapes back in the box, and gave said box to Jason, who put it on its place on the shelf quickly, curious about what his brother found. 

Dick looks at his two siblings mischievously and after an over-dramatic pause, that earns him a glare from Damian and an attempt to snap away the tape from his hand from Jason, he finally says : 

-It’s...Mom and dad’s wedding video ! 

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Bruce is taking almost the entire place on the couch, with his ridiculously large and tall body. His arms are wrapped around your waist, as you’re laying lazily on him (one of his favorite way of lazying around, you laying on him in his embrace) one of your hands in his dress shirt, drawing abstract patterns on his skin with your fingers, your other hand caressing his hair. Your head nuzzled in his neck, sometimes kissing him there when you feel like it. 

To be honest, he’s almost asleep. It’s quite rare that the two of you can have a calm moments without any screams from the kids or anything. Quite rare indeed. If it was only up to him, you two would already be in bed right now, wrestling in your ridiculously fancy silk sheets...But you wanted to wait as long as possible, just in case your sons were going to come back down. 

Alfred comes in the room, finally telling you that they’re almost done, and you leave your Bruce’s arms, ignoring his annoyed groan. The loss of your warmth definitely woke him up from the pleasant haze he was floating in. The Butler doesn’t even have time to tell you anything when four excited teenagers run in the room and jump on the couch (which yes, means they just jumped on their father, who’s trying really hard to brush it off as if it’s nothing, but really, they’re getting heavy...). 

Dick is holding something in his hand, and by the smile on his face, you’re kinda worried about what he has in mind. 

-Mom, dad, we found something...interesting. 

Alfred, who recognized the tape, sits in his favorite armchair with a small mysterious smile, and you get even more worried. Jason keeps going : 

-Yup, we did find something interesting alright. And if you’re up to it...

Tim finishes his sentence : 

-We think we should watch it for our family movie night. 

Bruce, your and the boys weight on him, manages to say a weak :

-We said we cancelled family movie night. 

Damian scoffs : 

-Oh really now ? Then why are you two still here ? If it was really cancelled you would already be in bed...hum...”sleeping”. 

You chuckle a bit and give an amused side glance to your husband. You wink at him, and he can’t help but smile. With all his strength, he sits back up and is able to get all his sons off of him, keeping you close though. With a sigh he says : 

-So, what did you find ? 

With a sly smile, Dick looks at the two of you and simply say : 

-Your wedding video. 

You can’t help but give a loving look to your Bruce, and he smiles some more, bringing you closer from him, nuzzling his face between your neck and your shoulder. The “ew” sounds your sons make are extremely satisfying. 

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

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, to put on that tape after all. 

After your little PDA moments with Bruce, Dick rushed to get an old VCR and puts the VHS on, going back on the couch excitedly. 

Your snuggling against Bruce, with one of your hand ruffling tenderly Jason’s hair, who took his place next to you again, as it was his turn to be able to lay his head on your shoulder. Tim is next, his head in Jay’s laps, legs on Damian and Dick. Damian has his arms crossed and act as if he’s pissed Dick threw one of his arms around his shoulder, but really, even that boys love some family cuddling time. Hell, even Tim’s legs on him do not bother him. It’s quite comfy and feels safe really...

Alfred is in his faithful chair, and you’re all settled comfortably in front of the massive TV as your wedding video starts. 

It’s cute at first, but quickly turns embarrassing...damn, you didn’t remember getting that drunk. 

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

Years earlier, even before you and Bruce adopted Dick, on your wedding day : 

Bruce looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his bow tie on his incredibly fancy tuxedo, as the camera comes in the room. 

He turns to look at the person who just came in, and rolls his eyes. 

-And here the king of the night, Bruuuuuuce Wayne, about to get married to one of the most brilliant and beautiful woman in the World. 

To those words Bruce smiles a bit, and tries to swing at the camera...but it moves to fast. 

Flash. The Flash is the one that filmed your wedding video. You remember asking him because you thought that, since he was so fast, if something interesting happened, he’d always be there, filming it. It made sense to you at the time...

-So, Bruce, how does it feel to get hitch ? To not be the famous playboy of Gotham City anymore ? 

-Great. It feels great. 

-Care to elaborate ? 

The exasperated look Bruce gives to the camera makes everyone chuckle. The sound of other people coming in the room resonate. 

-He won’t elaborate Barry, you know him as much as we do, the man is...more than discreet about his relationship with the mysterious, beautiful and smart (Y/N). 

Clark. That’s Clark’s voice. The camera whips around, and sure enough, in front of it, are Clark, Hal, Arthur and Oliver. 

You and Bruce didn’t have many friends, and most of them were superheroes...Needless to say, our wedding was gonna be a pretty safe place to be. 

-Oh come oooooon. It’s for posterity Bruce. So that, in years to come, you’ll watch it again and, tears in your eyes, remember one of the best day of your life ever ! 

-I don’t need a video to remember. 

-...(Y/N) asked me to take a video. You’ll hurt her feelings if you don’t say anything. 

-Oh you sly bastard.

The video cuts there, as Bruce shove Barry on the shoulder...

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...and starts again a fraction of second later, on the Flash face. Extreme close-up on his face, in fact. With a sigh of relief he says : 

-Oh, cool, it still works. Dude, you should be careful ! Do you know how expensive camcorders are ? 

The camera is back on Bruce, who gives Barry his trademark : “really ?” look, and...yes. Of course. Barry feels silly. Billionaire right there. A camcorder was nothing...But still, to him, it was fucking expensive. 

-So, about those words about marrying (Y/N) ...?

The Batman turns around, and glares at the camera. He looks behind it, obviously at his friends gathered in the room, and with a groan says : 

-Alright, but everyone, out. Just me and the camera. 

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

Here, the video cuts again, only to be back on Bruce’s face, who’s apparently holding it in front of him to film himself. 

-Hum...Hi ? So...Hum...I’m not good with words. I’ve never been good with words. But I know that I won’t regret my playboy reputation. Oh no. How can I ever regret it when I’m about to marry the most...the most...The best woman I ever met ? Because that’s what you are (Y/N). The best. In every way. The best at making me feel happy, the best at kissing, the best at making me laugh, the best at smiling at...Everything. The best. Really. At so many things I can’t decently say on camera. This video might not stay private just between the two of us...I guess what I’m trying to say is : I love you. So much. You’re all I want in life. I love you, it’s as simple as that. 

Bruce looks around him, as to be sure he’s alone, and throw a kiss at the camera. Somewhere behind him, we can hear Clark laugh and yelling : 

-OH MY GOD YOU’RE SO CHEESY !! 

Your now husband jumps, startled, and, cheeks blushing slightly, embarrassed that he got caught, throw the damn camera at his friends. It lands right on Oliver’s face...

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Of course, the video cuts, to start again on a kinda pissed Green Arrow who mumbles something to himself resembling : “if I hold the fucking camera, it won’t hit me again”. The bandaid on his nose gives him a funny look. 

He turns the camera in front of him, as he walks down one of Wayne Manor’s gigantic corridor. 

Oh right. You got married in the Mansion’s gardens. 

He takes a few more steps before Dinah goes out in the corridor and comes to him. For a few seconds, there’s a close up on her boobs as she’s clearly kissing him. She finally comes back into view, and Oliver shots her from the shoulder and up. 

-Have you seen Bruce ? 

-I’ve seen him alright. 

-Is he the one that busted your nose ? 

-He threw a camera at me. And then Barry gave me another to keep filming...

-Good. Wait no, not good, why did he throw a camera at you ? 

-Don’t worry, he’s not getting cold feet. Quite the contrary, we walked in on him giving a love speech destined to future (Y/N). He blew a kiss to the camera Dinah. 

-Oh. I see. 

Dinah is smiling slightly, and takes the camera from her boyfriend’s hand. 

-Well, you got your video of him, I’m gonna go take (Y/N). 

-Knock yourself out, I’m going to go back to Bruce, the boys are teasing him about his cheesiness and I think there’s going to be a murder if I don’t do anything. 

-Don’t even make any corny jokes. It’ll piss him off. 

-I wasn’t going to make corny jokes. 

-I know you Oli’. 

-...Fine, whatever, just go film your friend. 

With a small laugh, Black Canary goes through some corridors and enters the room where you were getting ready. 

You looked absolutely magnificent in your wedding dress...Stolen pictures of your marriage would leak in Gotham’s newspapers the next day, and all the headline would read nice compliments about how great you looked. 

-Hey (Y/N), so, how’s it going ? How you holding up ? 

-Pretty chill. I’m about to marry the love of my life so everything’s good. 

-Oh that’s cute. 

-I know. Are you filming ? 

-Yes. 

-Great, like that, whoever will watch this can say how cute I was. 

Diana, who was sitting next to you and braiding your hair into a marvelous and complicated hairstyle smiles widely and say : 

-Oh you’re more than cute today ! 

-Aw thanks my favorite amazon. 

-You’re very welcome my dear. I only speak the truth. You look amazing. 

You don’t answer, but you smile speaks a thousand words. Zatana’s face appear in the frame and with a mischievous laugh she...doesn’t do anything as Sheyerah catches her and scolds her about the “no magic rules” of the wedding. You laugh some more, and turn back to the camera. 

-Maybe you should go film something else. It’s not very interesting here. 

-Why not. But not before you leave a message for future Bruce on here. 

-Did he leave a message for future me ? 

-Yup. 

-Was it cheesy and sappy. 

-Yup. 

-Haha I knew it. My old cheesy and sappy man. Well...Here goes nothing : I love you Bruce. Now and probably in the future too. So, future Bruce, if you’re watching this. I love you. So much I’m marrying you even though I always said I’d never get married. So...Here. 

-Blow a kiss to the camera. 

-That’s ridiculous. 

-...He blew a kiss to the camera.

-Oh shit ! Hum. Totally not ridiculous then...Hum...

Laughter from all your friends fill the VHS tape.

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The video cuts and starts again right before the wedding ceremony begins. Bruce is standing in front of the officer who’s going to marry you, nervously shifting on both his legs. 

Clark is his best man, Diana is your main bridesmaid. The maid of honor. Of course they are, they’re both your best friends.

The camera moves around the small crowd gather there today. It’s an intimate wedding. Most of your League friends are there, both on your and on Bruce’s side. The two of you don’t really have any family left, so really, it’s mostly just your League friends...Plus commissioner Gordon and his wife. He holds a baby in his arms (Dick, watching this, can’t help but scream : “OH MY GOD IS THIS BABS ?”, and with a small smile, you answer that yes, it’s her, and she was very cute and calm...you act as if you don’t hear him say “she’s still very cute...”). There’s also doctor Leslie Thompkins, of course. And Clark’s mother, Martha. Both women helped you and Bruce tremendously going through some hard times. 

The wedding song starts, and you appear. Behind the camera, we can hear the audible sound of Bruce gasping at the sight of you. 

Alfred is at your arms. Of course he is. He’s been your surrogate father for years. You never really had a dad...When you asked him to act as your father at the ceremony, he cried like never before. 

The camera turns, and an open mouthed Bruce is staring at you, eyes full of love and awe. 

While the ceremony is going on, the camera is still rolling. And no one could even give any attention to the administer giving his speech about marriage being sacred and shit, because everyone is subjugated about how you and Bruce look at each other. 

Your love and admiration for each other flock the place, enters people’s heart, and that day, you made many people jealous and envious to one day have a relationship like yours...

In front of the TV showing all of that, your sons are completely focus on what’s happening, loving every bits of what they’re seeing. They know their parents are very much in love, but seeing it like that, with you looking gorgeous in your dress and him handsome in his tuxedo, surrounded by all your close friends and all...It’s something. When you exchange vows it’s just so beautiful...though the camera is too far away to hear what you say (damn Barry). They just know it was amazing, what you said to each others. When their father shakily put his mother’s wedding ring on your finger, and you put his father’s wedding band on his...Oh my the emotions ! They’re not even grossed out by it ! ...Well, that is until the “you might kiss the bride” moments arrive. Then, they look away, making a disgusted face. 

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

The camera cuts, to start again on you dancing with Alfred. Father/Daughter dance. Then with Bruce. And again, the love flowing between the two of you is incredibly strong, so strong in fact, that even through a video your boys could still feel it. 

Your eyes don’t leave each other’s for one second.

***********

The camera still films dancing but...hum...it’s not as classy and beautiful as the waltz a few seconds ago. Nope. Most people are drunk, and dance haphazardly on the makeshift dance floor in the garden. 

They spot you in the middle of the frame, dancing...very closely from their father. At some point, you tear away from him and seem to be unhappy about something about your very fancy and expensive wedding dress. 

You look at him and he smiles back at you. Next second, he helps you tear the bottom of the dress off of you, so that you’re more free of your movements, and the inappropriate dancing starts again. 

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

Somehow, you took hold of the camera, and, drunk out of your mind, you’re making a speech about how great Bruce is. For some reason, you keep repeating that he as great as a banana, which doesn’t really makes sense, but, next to you on the frame, he seems to agree, nodding his head regularly. 

From times to times, he adds his own little commet about how great YOU are, and it ends up with you two making out and the video cutting off again.

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

It starts again on a Bruce and you breakdancing to a slow and cute song. Or, trying to breakdance. You both look utterly ridiculous. 

***********

The next bit of video is you throwing the bouquet, and you’re so drunk it flies way overhead of them. Diana catches it, and with a smile, winks at her Steve. 

In the background, you can hear some of your friend saying it’s not fair, because she’s the only one who can fly, so of course she’d get it, and she can marry her Steve Trevor all she wants, it doesn’t even matter they’ll get married before boom. 

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

You on Bruce’s shoulder, wrestling against Meera that is on Arthur’s is the next video. You and your Bruce win faster than you’d think, not that strong out of the ocean eh ? You scream “FLAWLESS VICTORY !!” and Bruce has to stops you from jumping off of his shoulders and on your salty (haha) friends while you yell “FINISH THEEEEEM” at the top of your lungs...Maybe killing your friends wasn’t really the best thing to do on your wedding. 

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Cute piggy back rides all around the gardens. That’s what the next bit of video is. Bruce giving you a piggy back ride all around the gardens. Damn cute. The video cuts off when you both fall in the pool, and your friends rush towards the two of you to “save you from drowning”, only to kinda separate you while you were making out. Again. 

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It starts again with you and Bruce, laying on the garden ground, tangled in each others. Arms around each others, sleeping soundly. 

Clark brings a blanket and throw it over you two. 

Turned out, everyone wasn’t that drunk. Mostly, you and Bruce were, just too happy to be married to each other you completely let go. It rarely happened really. It was nice to see you two being free to be yourself, and allowing yourself to be truly happy, forgetting about all your worries, if only for a night. 

It was very nice. 

This bit of the video is just the camera going through all your friends hands, and them leaving you a nice little message. It starts with Clark : 

-Hey guys, hope you had a good time today, giving the fact that your both in each others arms, drunkely asleep, I guess yes. I’m really happy I could see all of that. Tonight some crazy things happen, starting with you two getting hitched. Couldn’t dream for my two best friends to be together, you guys are really made for each others...

Then Diana, Arthur, Meera, Oliver, Dinah, Hal etc etc...So many kind words : 

-I second that. A match made in Heaven. Crafted by Aphrodite herself !

-I hope you’ll live a very long and joyful life together ! Hell, I know you will !

-We all know you’ll both always be here for each other, supporting each other and all !

-And damn does Bruce need your support (Y/N), good luck with his mood swings !

-Though he seems to have less of those when around you. Well, you really make him happy. He isn’t all broody and shit when you’re here. 

-True that, you actually should come over to the watchtower more often, he’s awful when you’re not there. 

-He smiles more too, when you’re around. And no one can ignore your cute ass looks between each other. You make me sick with all your love. 

-You make me extremely happy with all your love. It’s so rare to see two people being truly in love, caring truly for each other. It’s so precious. It’s so...

-CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING MARRIED ! 

-Oh my God Barry, why do you always have to scream ? Are you drunk ? 

-No, I only drunk like, a quarter of a beer ! 

-Yes he’s drunk. Super drunk.

-Oh my Go...DON’T THROW UP ON THE CAMERA !! 

The video cuts off. For good this time. It’s the end of your wedding tape. 

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Your boys turn their heads to you, beyond touched by what they just saw (and quite amused too...Drunk you and their dad ? The best). They’re about to say something but...

-OH EW ! MAKING OUT ! THEY’RE MAKING OUT ! 

You don’t even bother to pull away from Bruce as you hear Jason screams next to you, and taking his head off of your shoulder hurriedly. 

The video of your wedding made you almost nostalgic, and the soft kiss you gave your Bruce kinda...turned hungry. Watching this video made him realize how much he fucking loves you. He always knew really, but sometimes, a little push from something and he’d just be starving for you and your love. 

You can hear your sons leaving the room with force of “ew” and other “I knew this would happen” as Alfred casually just rises from his armchair to go rewind the VHS. Soon, he’s out too, and Bruce sits up, taking you in his arms bridal style. With a small smile, he pulls away from you and carries you to your shared bedroom, carries you through the mansion like that, just like he did all those years ago, when the camera was off, the party over, and you were finally officially husband and wife...

Fin ? I realized I went maybe too fast on the wedding part, might re-write a longer version just of it if that interest anyone ? MEEEEH.