#And she does care for thomas even if he is a dick

[offense-is-the-best-defence]

The absolute stones on Sofia not asking but DEMANDING that Nell smooth things over with the queen for her & her brother. Damm.

[scriptseekstories]

Queen Bee’s Hive

Chapter 4- The Night it Goes Wrong

A/N: So uhhh, heads up, things will get horrific so I gotta warn yall

Trigger Warning: Major body horror, bones breaking, blood, teeth falling out, and whatnot. Like this is my first time actually writing something like and I was like 😨 If you ain’t comfortable with that, let me give you a short TL:DR at the end of the taglist.

I’ll put a sign that when it’ll begin and end with this: ꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

ALSO I may not post in a while, I got vacation with the fam!

The moment Alfred Pennyworth saw you in that police station, clutching onto the edge of the seat with your big eyes, and confused look, he knew he was going to adore you.

He has been a caretaker, a protector, a father all his life, raising Bruce when his parents, Alfred’s cherished friends, have died. He tended to his wounds and assisted when Dick was first brought into the Manor.

Ever since then, he has cared, loved, protected, and cherished every single member of this family. He was a great guardian to all.

However, Alfred was far from perfect, shamefully leaving his daughter to care for a family he wasn’t related to, yet he hoped raising all of Bruce’s children would make up for his neglected ways.

That’s why he attached himself to you. You were neglected outright the moment you held out your hand for Bruce to shake. He was appalled seeing his son ignore you so blatantly.

Perfect as he may not have been, he saw his daughter in you. He may not have fully have the memory of Julia Pennyworth’s childhood, but he knew she was a spunky and bright as you.

Yet despite the promise of taking care of you, life had other plans when Bruce took in Jason, taking the title of Robin to him. He was relieved to see you have one family member to bond over.

But after Jason’s death, it was back to square one with you. His heart ached seeing you get rejected with each member, and he tried his best to make sure you had felt included, even if it was him only.

Old habits die hard, he supposed. He once or twice failed to acknowledge you for he has been too busy with the other members, as one does. One memory was horrible when he failed to arrive for your science fair, and you returned home with your tear stained cheeks.

He has never forgiven himself since, each failed parenting attempt a reminder that he has failed his daughter. Unhealthy as it may have been, Alfred knew you weren’t her.

You were more than any child he has seen being adopted in the Wayne Manor. You were his child, and what had happened that day made him knew he failed you once more.

Cleaning the garden with some members of the family, Alfred returned back inside for drinks. Tim had the foolishly wise idea to throw a stick at a window, your window, where the beehive laid.

The bees began to emerge from their hive and hovered around the family, not fully attack until Dick panicked and sprayed the bees with the hose, completely missing and hit your window again.

The bees weren’t thrilled with the attack on your window, so they began to sting the members, first Dick, then heavily at Tim. Steph hid behind Bruce as the oldest member quickly avoided the bees and pulled out the pesticides for the weeds.

When Alfred returned, horror ran throughout his body when he saw the dead bees and hive. That was when he began shouting at them, the moment you returned home, and the moment you finally broke.

“Wow, crybaby,” Damien snarked while walking in the garden to see the commotion. He watched you run back inside, and couldn’t help but snicker acting so pathetic.

“Steph, clean up this mess, I’ll have to tend to Tim’s stings,” Bruce pinched his nose in frustration, not aware of Alfred’s frozen body, anger rising to his face before he let out a harsh and cold tone.

“Bruce Thomas Wayne!!” Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking at Alfred. Bruce froze, as the butler was royally pissed off, yet it only showed in his eyes.

“Never in my life if raising you, tending to your failures and comfort your pain, would I ever expect you to treat one of your children with such negligence and disgust!” He shouted, causing the siblings to look down, however Alfred saw that they weren’t full realizing what they did, which made him more furious.

“You not only proved to me that you never truly known Master (Name), but you proved to me that despite all of your achievements involving the rest of your kids, you are still arrogant enough to not ever acknowledge your own flesh in blood when they were in pain!” Pulling out his wallet, Alfred shows rows of photos of you as a kid, beaming while holding up a trophy.

Bruce instinctively opened his mouth to defend himself, but words died on his tongue, eyes drifting down to the destroyed beehive. You were always talking about bees, he thinks. What did you talk about?

And those photos. They looked old. You weren’t that old today, right? Bruce felt his stomach knot. How old were you?

“Pennyworth,” Damien at least had the decency to avoid eye contact, as no one dared to backtalk to Alfred when he’s scolding. “It was just a bunch of-,”

“Master Damien, you of all people here should know what the bond is between human and animal,” He turned to the youngest son, “Your strong bond with your pets are the equivalent to Master (Name)’s bonds with their bees. If not, their bond is stronger,” That had Damien to shut up.

“They have worked hard, every single day just to prove that they belonged in this family. Despite your comments, lack or affection, and shameful harmful attacks, they never let their smile disappear,” There were times he truly thought he failed you when you couldn’t smile, yet the next day the genuine joy was back.

“I am utterly not only disappointed in everyone here, but utterly appalled to witness you all not realize how exactly in the wrong you are,” Alfred tightened his fingers and dug them into his gloved palms, his projections strong.

“They adored you all, despite not knowing your nightly escapades, they wished to be apart of your hearts along with everyone else!” Alfred stretched his arm out to the hive, “Yet the proof is right on the floor, murdered by their own father,” The hive was now meant a lot to Alfred as it was to you.

“I, myself, is also to blame. I lack the strength to speak up sooner, in hopes that you all might finally one around and open your hearts and arms for them, but I was wrong,” He admitted, guilty memories of him leaving Julia haunted him. He won’t do the same with you.

“I expect you all to apologize first thing in the morning, we don’t want a foul mood lingering in the air when their birthday is simply two days away,” Not letting any of them have the final say, Alfred turned on his heels and marched inside, heart slamming against his chest.

He looked around then at the stairs, where Duke was standing there with a concerned look on his face. That gave Alfred a hint on where you went.

“A-Alfred?” Duke quietly mumbled, peaking out of the stairwell like a child admitting to do something wrong. Alfred let out a deep sigh before motioning Duke to follow him.

“Is this… where their room was all along?” Duke said in shock, then shame washed over his face. Even the door looked small compared to the massive doors that led to his room. Alfred closed his eyes and knocked with his knuckle.

“Master (Name)?” He began, “I heavily and sincerely apologize for what has happened with your bees. Please forgive my lack of defense towards your dear creatures. I’m sorry,” He called through the door. Silence, making the butler talk again.

“Words cannot describe how awful I feel, Master (Name). I promise you with my very soul, everything will change after this day,” He rested his forehead against the door, collecting his composure as to not feel more ashamed while imagining your cries while holding onto him.

“Y-yeah, (Name)! Maybe tomorrow, we could go eat take out! Relax at the beach, or watch a movie!” Duke piped up, a nervous smile on his face. You didn’t respond, which had Alfred worried.

“Master (Name)?” Gently twisting the doorknob, Alfred pushed the door open. Duke couldn’t see inside as Alfred peered in, but soon swung the door open. Duke hadn’t had time to react before Alfred turn to run off in the halls. And when Duke looked back in your room, he knew why.

You were gone.

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

The rain became heavy, splashing into your fabric and letting it soak it all until your clothes felt heavy. Yet you’d didn’t stop, you had to keep skating through the empty streets of Gotham.

You crashed into the rough sidewalk, scrapping large cuts and stabs of concrete digging into your skin. You just kept on pushing and continued to skate through the heavy rain. The glow from Ivy’s pollen she gifted you lit up the way to the warehouse in the harsh storm.

You managed to easily slide underneath the broken door to the warehouse, still gaining more slices form the gravel and concrete, yet you didn’t care at all.

“No more waiting, I have to do this now,” You panted, starting up the generators and checking on your hive. You wiped more tears, or was it rain?, while watching your mother’s beehive still intact. You may have failed your bees, but you won’t fail your mother.

You tossed your wet jacket on the old tv, taking your phone out to check the time and record this very moment of Raine history.

11:45

You were completely unaware that you had left your deceased Queen bee in you pocket, and by putting your jacket on the tv, she slipped out and landed into the honey.

Unaware of what you did, the honey began to glow the orange light, brighter hues swirled around the poor insects before completely dissolving her completely.

You turned back to the honey jar, grabbing it and paced around, determination etched all over your face. You’ll prove them that you do belong, that your existence was worth something just like them.

“Project: Honey,” You began, “An intense research study on genetically altering the DNA and structure of the honeybee. To provide better insight on saving endangered plants and to uprise the declining bee population,” While you talked, you kept on starting up everything in the warehouse.

You stood in the center, holding the jar over your head, faltering for a moment. You second guessed yourself on not waiting for a little while more, but flashes of the Waynes, you knew you had to do it.

“Final test, what more can you push yourself into being a part of your research than being just like a bee?” You asked yourself, holding the jar up in the light, “For you, mama,” And with that, you took a small sip.

You shut your eyes tight, hitching your breath. Yet the moment you swallowed the thick honey, your eyes shot back open, mouth salivating while you looked back at the jar, hands trembling.

It was-

“So sweet…” You muttered, tasting more of the honey. You never tasted anything like this! Each sip was more flavorful than the last. You needed more.

“So floral… so savory…” You stuck your finger in the jar, addicted to such a flavor. Your senses were too focused on the honey to realize your eyes began to turn a pinkish red, and your genetic bees began to rumble within their hives.

“So good,”

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

But that was when the itching started.

“Fuck…” You hissed, feeling your arms itch, and soon your whole body began to feel like it needed to be rubbed with sandpaper. Your nails scratched against your arms and neck, the urge to peel your skin off was overwhelming.

Your stomach felt ill, but it wasn’t from the honey. Your vision blurred, until you felt something wet run down your cheek. You wiped them away, believed to be tears, but only when you saw dark strains on your fingers, you realized blood was seeping from your eyes.

You couldn’t even scream when pain shot to your limbs.

Suddenly, a grotesque sound of bones breaking, and extreme jolts of hot searing pain ran to your spine. The ringing of your ears didn’t cover the piercing high pitch screams of horror. Your skin tightens and cracks, bones twisting in agony, as if something was pushing against your skin.

You felt like vomiting, the bile, or was it blood? You found out quickly when you spat out a glob of both vomit and blood, but something hard slipped through your lips.

Your tooth. Your teeth.

One became three, and soon every tooth began to fall out with strong strings of blood and shreds of gums trailing behind them. You choked out a low, guttural sound emitting from your very throat, a sound you never made before.

It wasn’t a scream, yet you did felt like screaming with every single emotion you experienced. You wanted this to stop, this was horrifying enough to make you want to cry out, do something. The sounds coming out of you became higher pitch, almost like a screech from an unknown creature.

Your spin felt like it was scalding hot, searing pain spreads across your back until you let out another screech when you heard the sickening CRUNCH of muscles and skin break by your spine.

Your back splits open, something pushing through like it needed you. You needed air. It pushed through, getting larger by the minute before the head pulls out with a loud ear piercing sound emitting from its mouth.

It wasn’t an it. It was you.

It felt like your skin was being pulled off, like a crab molting from its old skin. Your… old body began to spasm until it fell limp, your new body crawling out, spreading wings out and fully standing tall.

Yet despite the ease of escaping the skin, the agonizing pain still very much lingered. You never stopped screeching with how much your body distorted. Legs, arms, mouth and body, everything was unbearable.

“M-MAMA!!” You screeched out, gurgled by the globs of blood you keep vomiting out. Your stomach lurched and heaved with the torture you’ve been enduring, flashes of memories seeming to be the one good thing in this disturbing experience.

Then-

Silence.

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

Everything was over. The pain wasn’t there, but the fear never went away. You didn’t comprehend what happened, what you became, and where you were. You were snapping your head around, watching the warehouse lights intently before eyes spotted the beehive.

The moment you looked at it, your eyes hurt from the sudden burst of light emerged from your head and back. Your blurry eyes trailed down to your own body, seeing two pairs of arms. But besides your arms, underneath you.

Was the body of you.

You gently clasped your hands underneath your once human body. Cheeks stained with blood that leaked from your tears, limbs contorted in an inhumane way, and eyes faded into grey pupils.

Vision blurry yet still coherent, they landed on the clock, where it flashed a bright infrared sequence of numbers to tell the time.

11:52

It was merely seven minutes of agonizing torture.

CRASH

The sunroof shattered by the weight of multiple people, having you whip your body around to see Batman. His cowl never showed much, yet his eyes showed more than enough emotions. Most was fear. But for what? Or who.

Along with Batman, stood the Robins. Red Robin assessed what was going on in front of them, before feeling sick when he saw what the scene was in front of them all.

A large grotesque figure, almost two times the size of Bane himself, a bright colorful glow surrounding it while it flexed its thorax. And underneath the beast… was your body, back completely ripped as if it had taken your skeleton, completely lifeless.

Your eyes couldn’t properly identify what or who was in front of you, all pairs of your eyes darting in completely different directions and not being able to fully spot the figures. The confusion made you tighten your grip on your old corpse more.

You opened your mouth to at least release a sound, before screeching when a baterang swooshed past your neck, body acting fast and barely avoided a decapitation.

“GET AWAY FROM THEM!!” Robin screamed, charging towards you with a strong swing of his sword. You dropped your body and scrambled back, your new form not yet in control. You skidded against the concrete flooring, pushing both pairs of arms to steady yourself.

Signal, Batman, Orphan, Red Robin, Spoiler, Nightwing, Robin, and Red Hood all began to surround you, all had looks underneath their helmets, cowls, and masks that show they were out for blood, filled with anguish and rage.

Red Hood pulled out a gun, cocking it before aiming it at you. All of your eyes darted around as you began to get surrounded by them, your hearing still ringing as you could see them shout, yet no words were audible.

Before any of the Bats can attack, your genetic bees swarm around them, glowing yellow and orange as if blinding them. You felt yourself pull towards to the hive, and you took a big leap over them and clumsily landed in the now ruined garden.

The bees got aggressive, the whole hive glowing brighter and brighter as they all began to buzz so loud, it was all anyone could hear.

Robin raised one of his swords, about to attack and destroy the hive, but Signal tackled him, looking like he was shouting at the boywonder. You didn't care, you had to escape.

Arms wrapped around the hive, and clutched it to your chest as you needed to escape. Just when you felt hopeless in escaping, the world felt lighter, as if you were floating.

Which you were. You were flying.

You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening until you burst through the broken sunroof, still clutching your hive securely.

Where were you? You didn’t know, all you had to know was that staying in one place will get you killed. You body flew across the city buildings, emitting a powerful light bursting from your body. It would’ve been something to marvel about if it wasn’t your weakness at the moment.

Flying in the air was exposing you as a big red target. As if knowing what you wanted, your body began to tilt downward and fly towards the ground. Yet you still didn’t know how to control your body, so you crash landed.

You didn’t recognize this place, or maybe you did? Your mind was being overwhelmed with the horrors you endured. The rain hit your disgusting form with harsh impacts, as if the world was punishing you for committing on such a foolish act.

You crawled the best you can into a narrow alleyway, avoiding large areas to get spotted faster. You never stopped panting, you never stopped panicking, all of this frantic terrified emotions soon stopped when you finally were able to pause and stare at the reflection from a trash lid.

You were no longer yourself. You were nothing but a monster. You were this large beast, one more pair of arms protruding from your waist, each hand containing sharp, claw-like fingers.

Legs were definitely not resembling human, as they were slightly thick. It looked like they were made to be agile and strong. Your second pair of hands dug their claws into your thighs, as if trying to see if it was all a bad dream.

Your face wasn’t any different. Three pairs of eyes, antennas prominent on your face, with a sharp and golden charm-like plaque above your head. Two thoraxes one both sides of your mouth… where did your mouth go…?

Large translucent wings with pink and yellow hues, your large abdomen behind you and hair on your head… both were glowing. Bright colors of blue, yellow, pink, and orange swirled within, lighting up the dark and grim alley you landed in.

The final touch was the stinger, sharp and long, and it was embarrassingly twitching.

Some say you were the most beautiful and fascinating creature they ever stumbled upon, but you knew better. You were this gross disgusting beast that crawled out of your old body.

You failed your mother, you failed yourself, and you failed your poor bees who died in vain by the hands of your… your… what were they?

You sniffled before peering into the hive you still clutched against your arms. They still glowed, giving out an almost harmonious buzz, as if they were comforting you. You saw the Queen bee still alive inside, much for alive than your poor Queen bee at home-

Wait.

Your queen bee. Where was she when you ran away?

You couldn’t even think before you let out another screech, dropping your hive as you got dragged out of the alleyway. You scratched against the ground, desperately trying to get a hold of a strong object, yet it was futile as strong vines wrapped around your body, the tip of the vine gripping your jaw.

"Well well well~”

A voice. A soothing alluring tone that echoed through the night. Your glowing body allowed you to see a slender figure rising above you with the help of plants, strangely familiar red rose hair and a bright smirk across their… her lips.

“It seems to me that I have myself a little~... a little..." Her smirk faltered, eyes narrowing at you, before they trailed down to the necklace around your neck. They widened in horror, the vines loosening ever so slightly before she pushed the plants for carry her closer to you.

"Bumblebee?" Ivy uttered, and your whole body went loose within her binds. All of your eyes, wide eyed and scared, stared at her own, softening as if you recognized her for the first time. That had her stomach drop. Did you not recognize her?

You began to let out another screech of fear as you heard the Bats coming. Ivy furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the small figures getting closer on the buildings, then at you... or rather, what now became of you.

She quickly covered your face with her vine, pulling your struggling body into her flower shop and into a secret passage. There laid a base for all the villains to law low, each of them shouting in annoyance over Ivy's vines, but soon shut up seeing you.

"Hey hey, it's okay,” She tried to shush you, “You need to stop thrashing, I cannot help you if you're in a state of panic," Yet like a caged animal, you were relentless on trying to escape the vine’s grasp, holding you in the middle of the base.

Riddler, Two-Face, Harley Quinn, Bane, Scarecrow, Catwoman, and every other villain that escaped Arkham and are laying low watched intently, whispering to one another.

“(Name)?" "It's them..." "Not my poor child, what has happened to them?" "No.." Henchmen and villains alike all watched timely as you struggled against the binds of the sturdy vines, Ivy watching you intently.

“Oh (Name)..." She whispered, “What has happened to you?” She cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing against the thorax as you continued to sob, a small vulnerable child stuck in a monstrous body.

"S...Sc-Ared." You choked out, "M-Mа...Mа... W-wa-nt... M-Mama..." Blood still seeped out of what is now your mouth, staining the thorax with wet splotches of red. Your voice was no longer filled with bright, anxious, or even sarcastic tone.

Ivy didn’t know how to calm you down. How could she fix something when she has no idea how you became like this? Earlier this morning you were this bubbly, clumsy teen who tripped over their own shoes, and now? And why don’t you know her?

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Harley motioning her to hug you. She was hesitant at first, not knowing if your glowing hair is harmful, but she couldn’t let her baby client suffer like this.

"I'm so sorry the world hasn't been kind to you, little bumblebee," She hushed your broken cries. She bent you towards her, lowering you down as she placed you head against her chest.

"But I will be here for you," The warmth of her arms wrapped around your head, the steady heartbeat from her chest, the vines now simply holding your hands. You finally calmed down until there was nothing but hiccups and sniffles.

For once in this terrible night, you felt safe.

Buzzzzz

“I’ll always be here for you, (Name),”

A/N: wow... that's a whole lot of trauma for you.

BUUUT ANYWAYS, for those who skipped the part.

TL:DR- You got turned into an anthropomorphic bee in a horrifying way cuz I gotta do that Imao.

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[phoenixinthefiles]

If I was DC screenwriter I think people would hate me

Cus I’m pulling out all the stops

Dick Grayson with anger issues who absolutely is not a golden retriever (that man will purposely target your occipital bone with his escrima) but does value his family over anything and loves them fiercely (even when they give him a heart attack)

Jason Todd the sunshine robin who’s really passionate which leads to his “extreme anger” Yes he’s a theatre nerd and he does listen to Jane Austen but that’s not his entire personality.

Cassandra Cain can speak.

*ducks away from window* Tim Drake is not a short king who is extremely sleep deprived and needs coffee to function. His smarts rival Bruce’s and he hates coffee, likes Mountain Dew a normal amount, and is sleep deprived but he takes power naps cus he plays into the corporate king role. He’s taller than Dick (cus that’s funny) and he’s missing a spleen but he blew up all the Lazarus pits so he does not care. Also he has commitment issues (mans cannot keep a girl or boy)

Duke Thomas is not the “normal one” he’s just as crazy as the rest of em and if you think he’s not it’s because you’ve fallen into his trap. The boy started a revolution and is the only meta Batman has pardoned (😝 Clark)

Damian is a precocious, traumatized, kinda mean, child. But he’s still a child, he can’t see over the counter at the doctor’s office, he wants his mom and dad together, and he loves being loved. Yeah he’s a bit of a brat but his grandfather is royalty and his father is Gotham’s dark prince; he’s allowed to be a bit pretentious. He’s a good kid and he had some bad influences but He is good.

Bruce Wayne doesn’t collect child soldiers, he is not physically abusive (physically, cus he’s had some moments) He won’t kill joker because the thin line that keeps that little boy in the alley sane is his fragile moral code. His kids were his kids first (with the exception of Tim😭) he would stop if he could, but because he can’t; he trains them.

Talia Al Ghul is not a rapist and she does love her son (the way she knows how).

Alfred Pennyworth is immortal🥰

(I’m aware I left some members off but these are just my main takes)

[ultimate-marysue]

Thinking about siblings and such and how the Batfam are all only children roleplaying being siblings. Like, most of them even after being adopted into the family don't share space with each other. Dick has the problem of trying to develop a sibling relationship with an adult sibling that's already independent. Which is funny because he's the most invested in having relationships with his siblings.

The next best bet for Sibling Relationship would be Damian and Tim since they have technically been minors under Bruce's care at the same time...but after the whole Red Robin arc Tim also goes mostly independent. And before becoming Robin him and Tim are not accepting each other as siblings. Cass spends most of the time under Bab's care, so even if she's Bruce's daughter, she's not necessarily sharing space with the boys.

So, extracting Dick from the equation the dynamic is so fucking hysterical: they're all Bruce's children, most of them are Dick's siblings but Cass is Dick's ex's/girlfriend's daughter. They have lived at the manor like ships passing in the night, which means: barely shared a living space. Most of their interactions are through working as vigilantes. One of them used to be a rogue, then a renegade anti hero but now it's back to working with them???

If you subscribe to the "Thalia mentally adopts Jason" version then it's even funnier because then Damian and Jason share a mother (maybe that makes them more sibling like? Maybe not) that Dick has beef with and Tim has beef with their grandpa??? Lady Shiva did train Tim, does that make him and Cass more sibling like??? They seem to be closer but as I believe I've made apparent by now: this is so fucking convoluted. There's also Duke Thomas, who Bruce fosters but who very much has alive parents (at least his mother has been cured by now), and Stephanie Brown and Barbara Gordon who are totally unrelated to the family but have dated members of it and are good friends with others...

To conclude: Thanksgiving has to be hilarious.

(This is all a generalization and maybe at some point I will make an actual meta with exact references but my brain hurts and I refuse to make sense of the timeline today.)

[haveihitanerve]

Dick Grayson is Bruce Wayne’s ward and Robin is Batmans son, there is no argument from either party. They get no say. Its just how it is. JL members have also dubbed him as Batmans feral gremlin demon thing and Batman the Devil himself who crafted Robin using his own soul. Robin cackled madly after hearing that. Batman laughed and the JL is extremely concerned and afraid now. Nightwing is Batman’s son and partner and he is Bruce Wayne’s most common rescuer, even though his main territory is in Blud. 

Jason Todd is Bruce Wayne's son and Robin is Batmans son, and both very much adore this title and treasure it. Red Hood is not Batman’s son, but he is Bruce Wayne’s. 

Tim Drake is Bruce Wayne’s emotional support child and child. Not son, his child. Robin is Batmans loyal partner and Batman is his father figure and mentor. Red Robin is Batman’s son. Drake has been disowned from the family and does not exist. 

Stephanie Brown is not Bruce Wayne’s child. She steals his food and his money and his children on occasion but she does not really belong to him. Try telling him that though and you've got another thing coming. Robin is Batman’s greatest  annoyance and she wears that as a fucking badge of honor. Batgirl is actually Batman's nemesis but not in like a Joker kind of way, more in a 'she steals things from his utility belt just before he tries to pull it out or drops encouraging notes on his patrol and also hacks his comms to play the same song over and over again' kind of way. Batman has been heard screaming her name like a curse on many occassions. Spoiler is Batman’s even greater annoyance and on occasion she allows herself to be his daughter. Batman does not get to decide these terms. 

Barbara Gordon is not Bruce Wayne’s daughter. He is her weird uncle who she also considers her mother and her step father who she also sees as her protector on the rare occasion she actually needs it but for the most part hes just the divorced father who shows up at her house sometimes asking for visiting rights. (sometimes she says yes) Batgirl is Batman’s loyal partner and confident and technically his daughter in law but she doesn't like that descriptor, but he is her mentor. Oracle is Batman’s stalker and ass kicker if he doesn't take care of himself. 

Cassandra Cain is Bruce Wayne's daughter through thick and thin and neither of them really get a say. Batgirl is Batman’s daughter and no one dares argue it. Orphan too. And Black Bat.

Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayne’s undisputed son, and Robin is Batman’s undisputed son as well (though heir is another matter.)

Duke Thomas is Bruce Wayne’s legally guarded(bruce is his legal guardian). The Signal doesn't associate with the Batman at all, but some consider him Batman’s mentee, and many would even argue Batman is very serious in his mentor/father figure role, seen on many occasions forcing a granola bar or hug onto the younger

All in all, every single child, adopted or not, it is very clear to every outsider, that they forced themselves into Bruce Wayne and Batman’s life and routine and while both males are vastly different, they clearly share the utter confusion about being parents, and whether they even are or not, because they don't get a say.

[blackmissfrizzle]

MUTT

Pairings: Shifter!Terry x black!reader

Summary: The reader's friends try to convince the reader that Terry has feelings for her.

Warnings: None really, but girls just being girls. Oh, there's not too much Terry, but I promise you'll love it.

A/N: I think we all were feeling something after that thirst trap. It won an Oscar at my house lol

Click here for the Shifter!Terry masterlist and here for my complete masterlist.

Dinner with the girls was a necessity. Just like food, water, shelter, and a relationship with God. It was a form of self-care and could almost pull you out of the deepest of funks. Serena and Trisha were for your besties for life and you could tell them anything. Well, almost anything. The fact that the supernatural was real and Terry was a big ass dragon shifter was something that you had to keep under wraps.

If Terry hadn’t made you promise to keep his secret, your girls would’ve been knew. There was nothing that was kept a secret between y’all for too long. Big headed ass Terry and his damn rules. You told him they wouldn’t say anything, but of course it was “too much of a risk.”

“Anyways, I blocked that nigga on IG finally. He no longer has any access to me.” Trish finished her story about her on again, off again ex, Donovan. It pulled you from your thoughts of Terry, because she never blocked him off of everything. She must be serious this time.

Serena smirked while sipping on her third espresso martini. Her dark mocha eyes held a hint of mischief, which meant she was about to be messy. “Speaking of Instagram, did y’all see Terry’s story?”

“You mean his bat signal for YN to not go out with us after dinner and go snuggle up under him?” The two laughed and clinked glasses.

“What are you two heifers talking about?” They were insistent that Terry wanted to be more than friends with you, but they didn’t know what you knew. Terry has a fated mate. He had told you she was nearby.

Serena fingers tapped on her phone and then she turned the screen towards you. Leon Thomas’, ‘Mutt’ was playing, but the video contrasted the song. There was Terry in a beanie, grey sweater, and black hoochie daddy shorts doing weighted box squats. “Pause,” Serena couldn’t hide her giddiness. “This isn’t even the best part.”

What does she mean this is not the best part? How does it get better? He could be naked. These were inappropriate thoughts to be having about your best friend. It wasn’t your fault! Terry was just fine and then his print could not help but poke out, so you knew the man was packing some heat.

Your jaw dropped at the picture Serena revealed. Terry was sitting down, quads popping, beard moisturized, imposing shoulders, and blocking the aforementioned print.

“Damn bitch, are you about to lick my screen?” Serena cackled and Trisha joined her.

“Oh, fuck you!” You threw back without any venom.

“You need to be fucking that man!” Trisha pointed at Serena’s phone. “My mama said if you don’t ride that man, she will.”

Mama Wilma was too much. She was the one you could talk to about men and romance that you couldn’t talk to your Baptist mama about. With that being said, she was always trying to get you to fuck someone. “An orgasm a day, keeps the doctor.” And don’t try to correct her on the saying, she believes her is the original statement.

“Tell yo mama, that she can fuck him. He needs someone to turn him out.”

Both of your besties shared a silent look and then busted out laughing, causing some other patrons to look at your table, but none of you cared. “Imma hold your hand when I say this,” Trisha reached across the table and held your hand. “That man would turn my freaky ass mama out, not the other way around. Its those quiet niggas you gotta worry about. They be slanging dick like they’re Jason Luv.”

“Got you acting like a crack addict once you get the dick.” Serena added her two cents.

“Have you outside his job when he don’t answer your phone call.” Trisha shuddered. “Good dick is a prison.”

Your friends were extra as fuck, but not wrong. Good dick would make a woman act out of character. Especially good dick connected to a good man. One moment you’re screaming lyrics to Megan thee Stallion’s B.A.S. and in the next you’re singing along to Destiny Child’s Cater 2 U. There was no doubt, Terry would have a woman acting like this. Just not you. Even if he was down for an FWB type relationship, you would turn it down. No need to turn into Joe from You.

“Whatever woman that bags Terry Richmond will be a lucky woman, but she ain’t me. I told y’all we’re just friends.”

Serena ginger curls bounced as she shook her head. “Y’all are just friends, because of- I love you, friend, but you and that fine specimen of a man are only friends because of yo dumbass. YN, its evident to even blind ass Mr. Burleson, that Terry wants you. The way he looks at makes me feel like I’m intruding on something intimate.”

“Man wants to knock the Sonic coins out of you and then make you a bowl of ice cream. Lucky ass bitch and you want to be in denial. A shame.” Trisha tsked. “What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing. I’m just not what he’s looking for and we’re better as friends.”

“Thank God, he ain’t giving up on yo ass.” Serena gave you a kind smile. “One day you’re gonna look back on this and ask yourself how you could’ve been so blind. Don’t keep running from your destiny. This blessing has been a long time coming. You deserve to be loved like you’re a Kennedy Ryan main character.”

Leave it to Serena to turn jokes into a heartfelt moment. That witchy bitch knew exactly what she was doing. “As long as I can be Hen. Yasmen and Soledad got them damn kids. I’m the fun, childless auntie. The rich part is coming soon though.”

“Shit, the way Terry will be treating you, you’ll be like Yasmen,” You arched your eyebrow at Trisha. “…at the end of the book, of course.” She quickly fixed that statement.

As planned, the three of you hit up a lounge, because you were not standing up in anyone’s club with these heels on. If need be, y’all could stand up and dance and promptly sit back down without paying the outrageous fees for a section.

It was great to have drinks and dance on your friends, but in the back of your mind you didn’t mind being on Terry’s couch watching a black classic you hadn’t seen, since your mama didn’t raise you right, Terry’s words not yours.

“Oh shit!” Trisha squealed when she saw Terry’s text. “Daddy’s checking in!”

Terry: You better be safe while you’re out. Don’t let anyone give you a drink without watching the bartender, be aware of your surroundings, and notate every exit. The groin, eyes, and nose are the most sensitive areas of attack. Disorient first and then run, but if you can’t run fight, but you cannot hesitate.

Serena took your phone to read it all. “Damn, I got wet just reading this. See he knows how to take care of a woman. Girl, you need to tell him to teach you how to fight and y’all can ��spar’”

You snatched your phone back. “He’s already doing that. And the nigga is cruel! I could probably join the marines right now with flying colors. Muthafucker got me doing jiu jitsu.”

You: 🫡Yes sir! Shall I send you a report?

Terry: Nah, you can tell me when you come over after y’all are done. I’m still up and my place is closer than yours is and I don’t want you driving this late.

You: T, I’m good. I haven’t drunk that much and the girls still have to get home too.

Terry: Come over. Serena and Trisha don’t live that far from each other and they’re still closer than you. They have each other. Have them drop you off at my place and I’ll take you to pick up your car tomorrow.

“He’s a good man, Savannah!” Both women said simultaneously.

You rolled your eyes at your friends and then purposefully left Terry on read. He was treating you like some damn child. Now you did land yourself in some questionable situations, but that was only sometimes.

Terry: Don’t make me come down there and pick yo ass up. Answer me, YN.

“Shit, don’t answer him! I wanna see if he’s gonna do it!” Trisha shimmied. “This is better than whatever I’m reading right now.”

You didn’t respond to her or Terry. He could kiss your black ass.

Terry: 10

You:

Terry 9

You:

Terry: 8

You:

Terry: 7. Keep playing with me, YN.

You:

Terry: 6

You:

Terry: 5. Alright, I’m putting on my sweats.

You:

Terry: 4

You:

Terry: 3

“Oh, you brave!” Serena took a shot. “Go on and listen to Trisha and you gonna fuck around and find out. That man will have you tied up somewhere, screaming out ungodly things.”

You:

Terry: 2. I got my keys in my hand. Imma be pissed if I gotta go out in this cold, baby girl.

You: …

Your finger typed and erased the words, hoping to stall Terry, but his text came in at the same time.

Terry: 1.

You: Damn it! Okay, I’ll come over. You lucky I got my spend the night bag with me.

Terry: Good girl. Text me when you leave and when you’re outside.

You: I’ll just knock on your door.

Terry: TEXT ME.

You: OKAY BOSSY!

“Bitch, you better than me! I would’ve told him make me.” Trisha stuck her tongue out.

“Because you’re a maschoist.” Serena eyed Trisha like she was crazy.

“No, I’m a brat and you’re a good girl. I’m telling you that punishment don’t be feeling like punishment at the end of the night.”

“Both of y’all bitches are nastyyy!” You did your best Raven Baxter impression. “He wasn’t gonna do shit but drag me put of this lounge.”

Trisha grabbed both of your cheeks so all of your attention was on her. She was a little bit past tipsy. “Yeah, because you won’t let him do anything else. Ball is in your court, baby girl.”

The night went on without any interruptions from Terry Richmond. You consumed far more drinks than you decided on, since you weren’t driving home and maybe it gave you some liquid courage to face Terry. This wouldn’t be the first time you spent the night at his place, but your friend’s advice swirled around in your mind. Could Terry be interested in something more? Nah, that was the liquor talking and your friends being good friends by pumping your head up.

As requested, or as ordered, you text Terry once y’all left and once you arrived in front of his house. The last part was unnecessary because he was already waiting outside for you.

“Hey Terry!” The girls sang. Trisha’s greeting was evidently more slurred than Serena’s.

“Hey ladies,” he laughed, grabbed your bag then opened your door. “Y’all have a good night?” His hand didn’t leave you and he kept you pretty close to his body. Probably to shield you from the cold.

“Yeah except, we didn’t find husbands.” Serena put a thumb down.

“But a few guys were looking YN’s way. Trisha’s messy ass added in.

“Word?” Terry questioning eyes bored into yours, before they added warmth and turned back to your friends. “She gotta tell me about it.”

He leaned his arm against the car and lowered his head to be eye level with Serena. “You good to drive back home? If not, you can stay here. I got more than enough room or I can get y’all an uber.”

Did Serena blush? No one made this bitch blush. “No, we’re good. Thank you though. I’m letting drunky spend the night with me.”

“Alright. Y’all text YN when you get in safely.” He tapped the top of the car, and they drove off. Both of y’all waved them off and watched the car until it disappeared.

Trisha: Oooo, he’s a gentleman. I damn near wanted to say ‘Yes daddy’, but I’ll leave that to you.

You:  Bye hoe! Text me later.

Trisha: Love you too. Serena said she was gonna tell you to make sure he wraps it up, but she forgot it was Terry we were talking about.

You: BYE!!!

“They acting a fool in the group chat?” Terry opened his door for you.

“Per usual. So why did you demand me here?”

--

Because he couldn’t risk you to be in some other nigga’s bed. Terry was hesitant to tell you about you being his mate, but he couldn’t have it in the back of his mind, you potentially being in bed with another man. He would crash out and burn down this whole town, so he needed to avoid that crisis. “I told you. Its safer for you to be here tonight. There’s been a rise in drunk drivers and your drive is too isolated for this late at night.” Nice save, Terry. You quickly agreed.

“May I help you?” He swore you were made from fire with the little attitude you had. Terry handed you a water and continued to appreciate the dress you had on. The green dress was similar to the color of his scales and complimented your skin so well. It hugged your curves, but loose. You paired it with some tights and knee-high boots. No wonder men were looking at you.

“Go change.” It hurt him to say that, but he knew your feet were killing you.

“In a bit.” You sat in one of his stools. Terry took the opportunity to take off your boots. “God,” you moaned and he had to pretend that did not affect him. “Beauty comes at a price.”

“You’re already beautiful.”

“You’re too sweet.” You slid off the chair, but Terry decided to carry you instead.

“I got you.” Your duffle hung off his shoulder as he carried you to the guestroom. “I’ll be downstairs watching tv if you want to stay up for a bit. Or you can just stay up here and sleep.”

“Thanks T.” You smiled and it made it worth it by irritating you earlier. A couple of facial muscles and 32 teeth just made his fucking night. Terry heard from other dragons that found their mates and thought they were overexaggerating, but one look at you changed his mind. Damn, he loved how you rolled your eyes, even though he wished he had them rolling for a different reason. Only if he could find a way to tell you the truth without scaring you.

Terry was about to go to bed when you came downstairs. Hair already tucked into a bonnet, face cleared of makeup, and an oversized tee and you were the most beautiful woman to him. “Took you long enough.” He needed to say something other than his confession. Telling you that you were his mate after a night out with the girls wasn’t ideal.

“You always got something smart to say.” You sat down right next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. “Its like you’re my own personal space heater. Do all dragons run hot?”

“Most do. There are dragons from colder climates that can breathe ice.” Terry went on a tangent, because one, he didn’t have anyone else to talk about dragons with, but also two, you were inquisitive and loved hearing more about his people.

The mini lecture had made its way to the dragons of London when Terry heard the first snore. He wasn’t offended at all. Each time you fell asleep near him it brought him joy, because it meant you trusted him wholeheartedly.

Terry made sure not to disturb your rest as he carried you upstairs. He stopped directly in between his room and yours. The right thing to do was to open your door and deposit you on the bed and go back to his room. But for once, Terry didn’t want to do the right thing and it didn’t help that his dragon agreed. “We protect our treasure.”

Being true to his dragon nature, Terry took you to his room and laid you on his bed. He curled up right behind you, not bothering to pull the covers over yet. Him and his dragon were at peace. Only now he had to worry about is how to get you in his bed forever.

It was great to have drinks and dance on your friends, but in the back of your mind you didn’t mind being on Terry’s couch watching a black classic you hadn’t seen, since your mama didn’t raise you right, Terry’s words not yours.

“Oh shit!” Trisha squealed when she saw Terry’s text. “Daddy’s checking in!”

Terry: You better be safe while you’re out. Don’t let anyone give you a drink without watching the bartender, be aware of your surroundings, and notate every exit. The groin, eyes, and nose are the most sensitive areas of attack. Disorient first and then run, but if you can’t run fight, but you cannot hesitate.

Serena took your phone to read it all. “Damn, I got wet just reading this. See he knows how to take care of a woman. Girl, you need to tell him to teach you how to fight and y’all can ‘spar’”

You snatched your phone back. “He’s already doing that. And the nigga is cruel! I could probably join the marines right now with flying colors. Muthafucker got me doing jiu jitsu.”

You: 🫡Yes sir! Shall I send you a report?

Terry: Nah, you can tell me when you come over after y’all are done. I’m still up and my place is closer than yours is and I don’t want you driving this late.

You: T, I’m good. I haven’t drunk that much and the girls still have to get home too.

Terry: Come over. Serena and Trisha don’t live that far from each other and they’re still closer than you. They have each other. Have them drop you off at my place and I’ll take you to pick up your car tomorrow.

“He’s a good man, Savannah!” Both women said simultaneously.

You rolled your eyes at your friends and then purposefully left Terry on read. He was treating you like some damn child. Now you did land yourself in some questionable situations, but that was only sometimes.

Terry: Don’t make me come down there and pick yo ass up. Answer me, YN.

“Shit, don’t answer him! I wanna see if he’s gonna do it!” Trisha shimmied. “This is better than whatever I’m reading right now.”

You didn’t respond to her or Terry. He could kiss your black ass.

Terry: 10

You:

Terry 9

You:

Terry: 8

You:

Terry: 7. Keep playing with me, YN.

You:

Terry: 6

You:

Terry: 5. Alright, I’m putting on my sweats.

You:

Terry: 4

You:

Terry: 3

“Oh, you brave!” Serena took a shot. “Go on and listen to Trisha and you gonna fuck around and find out. That man will have you tied up somewhere, screaming out ungodly things.”

You:

Terry: 2. I got my keys in my hand. Imma be pissed if I gotta go out in this cold, baby girl.

You: …

Your finger typed and erased the words, hoping to stall Terry, but his text came in at the same time.

Terry: 1.

You: Damn it! Okay, I’ll come over. You lucky I got my spend the night bag with me.

Terry: Good girl. Text me when you leave and when you’re outside.

You: I’ll just knock on your door.

Terry: TEXT ME.

You: OKAY BOSSY!

“Bitch, you better than me! I would’ve told him make me.” Trisha stuck her tongue out.

“Because you’re a maschoist.” Serena eyed Trisha like she was crazy.

“No, I’m a brat and you’re a good girl. I’m telling you that punishment don’t be feeling like punishment at the end of the night.”

“Both of y’all bitches are nastyyy!” You did your best Raven Baxter impression. “He wasn’t gonna do shit but drag me put of this lounge.”

Trisha grabbed both of your cheeks so all of your attention was on her. She was a little bit past tipsy. “Yeah, because you won’t let him do anything else. Ball is in your court, baby girl.”

The night went on without any interruptions from Terry Richmond. You consumed far more drinks than you decided on, since you weren’t driving home and maybe it gave you some liquid courage to face Terry. This wouldn’t be the first time you spent the night at his place, but your friend’s advice swirled around in your mind. Could Terry be interested in something more? Nah, that was the liquor talking and your friends being good friends by pumping your head up.

As requested, or as ordered, you text Terry once y’all left and once you arrived in front of his house. The last part was unnecessary because he was already waiting outside for you.

“Hey Terry!” The girls sang. Trisha’s greeting was evidently more slurred than Serena’s.

“Hey ladies,” he laughed, grabbed your bag then opened your door. “Y’all have a good night?” His hand didn’t leave you and he kept you pretty close to his body. Probably to shield you from the cold.

“Yeah except, we didn’t find husbands.” Serena put a thumb down.

“But a few guys were looking YN’s way. Trisha’s messy ass added in.

“Word?” Terry questioning eyes bored into yours, before they added warmth and turned back to your friends. “She gotta tell me about it.”

He leaned his arm against the car and lowered his head to be eye level with Serena. “You good to drive back home? If not, you can stay here. I got more than enough room or I can get y’all an uber.”

Did Serena blush? No one made this bitch blush. “No, we’re good. Thank you though. I’m letting drunky spend the night with me.”

“Alright. Y’all text YN when you get in safely.” He tapped the top of the car, and they drove off. Both of y’all waved them off and watched the car until it disappeared.

Trisha: Oooo, he’s a gentleman. I damn near wanted to say ‘Yes daddy’, but I’ll leave that to you.

You:  Bye hoe! Text me later.

Trisha: Love you too. Serena said she was gonna tell you to make sure he wraps it up, but she forgot it was Terry we were talking about.

You: BYE!!!

“They acting a fool in the group chat?” Terry opened his door for you.

“Per usual. So why did you demand me here?”

--

Because he couldn’t risk you to be in some other nigga’s bed. Terry was hesitant to tell you about you being his mate, but he couldn’t have it in the back of his mind, you potentially being in bed with another man. He would crash out and burn down this whole town, so he needed to avoid that crisis. “I told you. Its safer for you to be here tonight. There’s been a rise in drunk drivers and your drive is too isolated for this late at night.” Nice save, Terry. You quickly agreed.

“May I help you?” He swore you were made from fire with the little attitude you had. Terry handed you a water and continued to appreciate the dress you had on. The green dress was similar to the color of his scales and complimented your skin so well. It hugged your curves, but loose. You paired it with some tights and knee-high boots. No wonder men were looking at you.

“Go change.” It hurt him to say that, but he knew your feet were killing you.

“In a bit.” You sat in one of his stools. Terry took the opportunity to take off your boots. “God,” you moaned and he had to pretend that did not affect him. “Beauty comes at a price.”

“You’re already beautiful.”

“You’re too sweet.” You slid off the chair, but Terry decided to carry you instead.

“I got you.” Your duffle hung off his shoulder as he carried you to the guestroom. “I’ll be downstairs watching tv if you want to stay up for a bit. Or you can just stay up here and sleep.”

“Thanks T.” You smiled and it made it worth it by irritating you earlier. A couple of facial muscles and 32 teeth just made his fucking night. Terry heard from other dragons that found their mates and thought they were overexaggerating, but one look at you changed his mind. Damn, he loved how you rolled your eyes, even though he wished he had them rolling for a different reason. Only if he could find a way to tell you the truth without scaring you.

Terry was about to go to bed when you came downstairs. Hair already tucked into a bonnet, face cleared of makeup, and an oversized tee and you were the most beautiful woman to him. “Took you long enough.” He needed to say something other than his confession. Telling you that you were his mate after a night out with the girls wasn’t ideal.

“You always got something smart to say.” You sat down right next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. “Its like you’re my own personal space heater. Do all dragons run hot?”

“Most do. There are dragons from colder climates that can breathe ice.” Terry went on a tangent, because one, he didn’t have anyone else to talk about dragons with, but also two, you were inquisitive and loved hearing more about his people.

The mini lecture had made its way to the dragons of London when Terry heard the first snore. He wasn’t offended at all. Each time you fell asleep near him it brought him joy, because it meant you trusted him wholeheartedly.

Terry made sure not to disturb your rest as he carried you upstairs. He stopped directly in between his room and yours. The right thing to do was to open your door and deposit you on the bed and go back to his room. But for once, Terry didn’t want to do the right thing and it didn’t help that his dragon agreed. “We protect our treasure.”

Being true to his dragon nature, Terry took you to his room and laid you on his bed. He curled up right behind you, not bothering to pull the covers over yet. Him and his dragon were at peace. Only now he had to worry about is how to get you in his bed forever.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

AU OF THE CITY MARKS AU

AKA THE GOTHAM'S CRYPTID CHILDREN AU

(City Marks 2.0)

Ok so basically an extension of the City Marked AU and technically the same thing but they're all homeless........ 

In this, Marked aren't common and once they are Claimed, they are feral. Cryptids. 

They shift as they're Changed and the Mark appears on their wrist.

Their nails become clawlike and ears more expressive and pointed, and their teeth sharper, senses heightened, that sort of stuff. Basically feral humans. They can 'shift' these features when they want to though. So pretty much cryptids.

So, when Thomas and Martha are murdered and Bruce is Claimed, he's scared and confused, even as Gotham comforts Her child. 

But as Bruce hears sirens, probably police alerted by the gunshots, he realizes what is in front of him- Maybe he'll get his inheritance and hopefully stay with Alfred, but CPS and foster care and everything is still a large threat and that paired with..... whatever just happened to him, he can't stay. 

So he runs. He disappears, instinctively stepping into the shadows and letting them wrap around him, embrace him, and he lets Gotham's Wind lead him through the city. 

After this, I haven't fully decided what happens to Alfred, but Alfred has to leave but knows Bruce is alive and Bruce takes over the abandoned mansion. 

All the public knows is that the Waynes were found murdered in Crime Alley and their little seven-year-old was nowhere to be found. After three years of fruitless search, they give up and decide he's dead as his parents are. 

Bruce grows up running around as a feral little cryptid (with Alfred sneaking in and out to take care of him and all).

Once Bruce is 16, he becomes Batman.

Years later, Gotham randomly urges Bruce to sneak into the circus to watch. He doesn't know why. Yet. 

The Graysons fall.

Bruce knows what that nine-year-old is feeling because he feels it himself. And he senses it then. The boy has Gotham's Claim on him, not fully Marked yet, still a faintling, but still. 

Bruce watches from the shadows as CPS does its shit. 

Dick runs away the first chance he gets. Bruce finds him curled up in an abandoned building and coaxes the cub out of hiding. Bruce takes him back to the broken-down abandoned Manor. 

Not a month later, Dick is Changed as well. 

About three months after that Robin joins Batman. 

Barbara is also a faintling and soon after joining the Bats she is Changed. Once her injury happens, she becomes Oracle, and she is better at controlling her instincts than the others so she doesn't have to go into hiding. 

Jim Gordon is half-Claimed, so he can understand and speak Marked-Tongue. 

Years later, Bruce finds another faintling child, a little street boy trying to steal tires of the car he made. Bruce catches the cub and soothes him. 

Bruce takes him back to the broken-down abandoned Manor. 

Just like Dick, Jason decides to let Gotham Take him as She Took his dad and brother. 

It goes on, Every time they meet another Bat, Bruce and the others feel Her Claim on them. 

Cass meets them on a rooftop and Bruce feels Gotham's Winds swirl around the cub. he brings her to the Manor. Gotham Marks her soon after. 

Bruce Dick, Jason, and Cass are on patrol when Gotham whispers for Her children to follow. Her Winds lead them to a small back alley where they find two little kids, a boy and girl, the same age, scrawny and malnourished, two runaways from neglectful and abusive homes, trying to find food in a dumpster. 

The scent of Gotham's coming Claim all over both. 

The two faintlings freeze up and bolt when they see the shadow of the Bats from above. The Bats chase them to another abandoned building, where they half-coax-half-force the little ones out of hiding and bring them to the broken-down Manor. 

It takes a few hours to calm the little kids down enough to learn their names- Steph and Tim. 

Steph's father was bad enough for her to run. 

Tim doesn't speak. Soon Bruce manages to see why. 

There's a still-healing scar on the boy's throat. Red and angry. 

The cub's parents were neglectful and once when the autistic little boy (Similar to Bruce and Cass) refused to speak because he did not want to, his father cut deep enough to damage his vocal cords. 

Once Changed, Tim can speak in feral-speak without trouble but any human language is harder and sometimes it hurts him. 

Years later, Damian comes to them. Talia didn't know about Bruce's being a cryptid, or his being a missing person, though she did see how strange he was. 

Damian had slightly pointed ears and sharper teeth from birth, though Talia and Ra's never saw this much because he shifted out of it. 

When Talia leaves Damian with Bruce at the meeting spot she and Bruce used to meet and meet then, she doesn't note how Damian starts acting differently, how Gotham starts to Claim him the moment he steps on her soil.

After a series of hijinks, of craziness, Damian chooses and lets Gotham Take him as She Claimed his father, sisters, brothers. 

Duke is a faintling for a long time. After Joker takes his parents, Duke escape from foster care and is found by the Bats. 

Duke becomes both Meta and cryptid. He is Changed yet also a meta. 

in all their legal files, all of the Bats are either 'missing' or 'missing presumed dead'. 

Bruce is 'Missing presumed dead' and the file says that 'No body was found with his parents, but his whereabouts were never heard of again ever since this event when he was 7' 

 Dick is just 'missing' because cases of orphans running from CPS are common and he's probably a street kid somewhere. 

 Jason is 'missing' because cases of orphans running from CPS are common and he's probably a street kid somewhere. 

 Cass is just 'missing' because.... well, her father is a criminal so they assume she ran away.

Tim is 'Missing presumed dead' because what else are you gonna think when a rich couple's weirdo 7-year-old just vanishes into thin air? 

 Steph is 'missing' because they didn't find anything to indicate 'dead' but found everything to indicate 'runaway'. 

 Duke is 'missing' because cases of orphans running from CPS are common and he's probably a street kid somewhere. 

 Damian is 'missing' because Talia told CPS that he's with his father but refused to say who or where said father is. 

Yeah that's..... what I have in mind for this AU. So far.

[bethanydelleman]

Hello! Sometimes I see people saying Darcy "raised a child (and on his own, is the unsaid implication)" via his care-taking of Georgiana, and I'm a little confused by that. Are we given a year when Darcy's father died? I thought it must have been just a few years ago, so Georgiana was already 12+ and might have been away at school or something - so it's not really Darcy changing his sister's diapers, is it? Plus I thought most of the actual day-to-day care-taking would've been done by Mrs. Reynolds and the other servants, while Darcy was mostly preoccupied with the estate and things, so does that really count as "raising" her? And he shares the guardianship with Col. Fitzwilliam anyway, who must've helped quite a bit, surely... by that definition, did Mr. Knightley "raise" his nephews/nieces every time he babysat for his brother? Did Captain Wentworth "raise" the likely prepubescent midshipmen aboard the Laconia or "raise" Dick Musgrove by making him write letters to his family?

Would appreciate your thoughts on this!

"My excellent father died about five years ago"

-Pride & Prejudice, Ch 35

Georgiana is sixteen during the action of the novel and fifteen at the failed elopement. Their father died when Darcy was around twenty-three and Georgiana was eleven. I personally, having experienced both parenthood and foster care (my parents fostered), would say that taking custody of a recently orphaned tween is harder than caring for a baby. I think that Darcy would be doing whatever a single father in the gentry class would generally do for their daughter or female ward.

As for raising/custody, I think that while Col. Fitzwilliam is a co-guardian, he's possibly just advising on legal matters and protecting the trust with Georgiana's dowry. Darcy probably has what we could call today primary physical custody. How much child raising he's actually doing is debatable, Georgiana is certainly in boarding school at some points and would have had a nursemaid/governess, but I would give him credit for being his sister's guardian and I would bet they had a hard year together after their father died (we don't know when the mom died, though it was likely prior to the father).

As to raising her, one of the things I've always found a little strange about the relationship between Mr. Darcy and his sister is that he's praised so much for being a considerate brother but he doesn't seem to actually be living with her. She has been taken out of school and lives with a female companion. Pemberley is not her permanent residence until the epilogue, so I assume she's living at the Darcy house in London. Henry Crawford in Mansfield Park gets a lot of censure for not living with his adult sister at his estate, but Darcy is fine even though whenever we see him, he's travelling without her. Now I don't know if the big difference here is that Mary is "out" while Georgiana is transitioning to "out," but I'd love to hear an expert opinion on this one.

As for your examples, I think Captain Wentworth and considerate captains like him were likely father figures for their midshipmen (remember these kids went in at 11/12 years old!) and I would count that as "raising" in some sense. Babysitting Knightley nephews, not the same. Darcy did, at 24, have primary custody of an eleven year old girl and I think he deserves some credit for raising her. I certainly would say that Sir Thomas raised Fanny Price and she was about eleven as well, though he did a terrible job of it.

[stalkingthenet333]

TouchStarved!Reader (+ some random reader things mainly) & Thomas Hewitt

This is rather long so yolo LOL (I just wanted to write down some little things about this that I’ve been obsessing over the past two months and couldn't quite figure out a way to make it into a full/short story so...sorry.) ((Not the best at writing moans and all that, some profanity is used!))

NSFW THEMES, MENTIONS OF ORAL (F+M RECEIVING) SIZE + PRAISE KINK AND MUTUAL MASTURBATION. (Also, slight mention of mommy kink? On readers side)

General Reader, AFAB!characteristics (example; use of breasts, vagina. Etc.)

I fully believe Tommy wouldn’t care if you’re touchy, as long as he is comfortable around you.

Which WILL take forever to get to that point. He doesn’t trust easily.

(Can you blame him? Poor baby)

But besides that, he wouldn’t care.

He’d be a bit nervous because he’s so big and he doesn’t want to hurt you.

If he’s in the basement working? You’re clinging to him like a monkey.

If he’s walking around the house? It’s like you’re Velcro.

At first, he didn’t like it.

Because he didn’t trust it.

After a while? Man is sad whenever you’re NOT there.

One time Hoyt made a nasty comment about you, and how “clingy” you are.

Tommy almost killed him.

Hates when you’re upset.

But also, secretly loves it?

And not because he’s used to people crying/being upset around him.

No, no

It’s because you’re EXTRA touchy.

You LOVE his arms, and hands…and strong thighs…. big ole shoulders……hmm.

He makes you feel safe more than anything.

Which is ironic, yes.

If you’re feeling lonely, you’ll find him wherever he is in the house and just hug him.

He grunts and grumbles.

But he loves it.

One time you absentmindedly played with his fingers, and he couldn’t help but get hard.

(When he caresses that girls face OMG)

And yes, I’m one of those firm believers he’s THICC down there.

Big ole man has a big ole dick

LMAO

Anyway.

You’re usually the one to initiate any type of intimate interaction.

It’s not that he won’t, he will…. sometimes.

Which for him, he LOVES to suck on your tits (if you have them.)

That always starts something more.

Yes, he does wear his mask.

He refuses to scare you.

Though you told him time and time again it won’t-

He just grunts at you.

I think he would love if you sucked his thumb SORRY, but I do

Like to calm yourself down, you just grab his hand and sit yourself on his thigh and go to town.

(The scene where he shoves his fingers into that guy's mouth lives rent free in my head.)

He thinks it's erotic.

Adorable.

But definitely naughty.

I also firmly believe he doesn’t have a lot of experience with sex...

Until he met you.

The first time anything ever happened he walked in on you masturbating.

Your eyes closed in bliss...

You didn’t even notice him.

That was until you heard the clank of his belt,

His apron discarded on the ground.

He was fisting his cock as he watched you.

You should’ve been embarrassed.

Scared even.

But it just made you so wet.

You moaned as your eyes met.

“T-Tommy…? I…hmm...”

He’d grunt softly, moving a little closer.

He didn’t fully understand why you were touching yourself, or the purpose of it.

But he clearly felt his cock harden rather quickly.

He’d grunt and groan as he watched, looking behind him to make sure no one would come into the room.

He knew Momma would have a heart attack if she saw what was happening.

He was nervous.

But he kept watching.

Kept fisting his cock.

You’d silently beg him to come closer.

But he wouldn’t move an inch.

Just fisting his large cock, his eyes trained on your wet cunt.

When you came it was as if he was touching you...

He came with a grunt.

Making you lick your lips as his seed leaked from his red, sensitive tip.

“Tommy, you’re such a good boy...” you’d praise

If he didn’t just have cum, he’d cum again.

He loves being praised.

Everyone’s always so mean. Yelling and berating him.

You never did.

You were always so gentle with him.

Took your time when explaining something.

Never got mad when he "messed up”.

He loved hearing your soft moans and whimpers when he had your warm breasts in his hands

Usually late at night.

Neither of you had the energy to actually touch each other but-

His tongue was magic anyway.

He’d rut his hips against your ass as he groped and sucked your tits.

Your nipples wet and glossy with saliva.

You usually were the one to receive any kind of oral.

He didn’t want you to hurt your jaw

How sweet :)))

Really, he just loved to taste you.

One time you even asked, "how Mommy tasted.”

The man about hurt his eyes with how wide they got.

He doesn’t understand kinks. Not yet anyhow.

He’d love to feast on you for hours.

Half the time into overstimulation

Which he didn’t understand, he’d tilt his head when you pushed him away.

“Baby, I’m sensitive. It felt good…so good…I promise I loved it, but…let’s take a break. Okay?”

He’d nod with a huff.

If you two didn’t have time through the day to see each other, you’d find him later that night in the basement...

You’d walk over and straddle his thigh,

“Tommy…” you’d whine.

You didn’t let him ‘respond’ before you’d slowly start grinding yourself down onto his thigh

“Need you.”

He’d let you get yourself off first, holding your hips as you used his thigh to rub your clit against the fabric of his pants.

After you came, he’d stand you up and pull your shorts down, underwear too.

Then he’d lift you up to sit on the desk and eat you out

The taste of your release like honey on his tongue.

He's a certified munch confirmed.

The first time you two ever had sex…was different.

You always talked to him about the idea of it, when…where…how.

He isn’t a stupid man.

Not by any means.

But he loved to hear you explain things.

Really just loves to hear you talk.

Never interrupted

Such a Good boy.

He did have a perceived notion of what sex meant/is.

Momma always told him it was only for a man and his wife to do to make babies for the lord.

That was the extent of his knowledge tbh.

Anywho...

The first time, it was like any normal day.

He went to “work”

You stayed home and helped with chores, Luda May (who still insists you call her momma, but you can't seem to bring yourself to do) always declared she could do it alone.

When he walked in the door, he went straight to clean up for dinner.

Dinner was uneventful.

You washed the dishes alone, telling Luda to rest.

He came into the kitchen.

And just stood there.

“Tommy? You okay Hun?”

Always so gentle with him, he huffed...

“What’s wrong?”

You wiped your hands on your hand towel, walking closer.

“Hmm? Long day?”

You hugged him, he didn’t move.

“Tommy? Hey…” you rubbed his arms, making him stiffen even more if that was possible.

Furrowing your brows, you frowned, “Did I do something?”

He immediately shook his head no.

“So…. I'm confused on what’s happening.”

You chuckled nervously,

He didn’t say anything before lifting you easily onto his shoulder making you yelp.

He took you down to the basement, locking the door as if anyone else would ever go down there willing.

He’d plop you on his bed and stand there staring down at you.

“Tommy...? I…can you try to tell me what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

He just stood there, chest heaving softly

You were always good at reading him.

His noises, his eyes, the way he walked or carried himself.

This felt different.

“Honey…I can’t…I’m confused.”

He huffed softly, his eyes trailing over your form

“Oh…want me to strip?”

He nodded, almost eagerly.

Smiling, you got up on your knees on the middle of the bed and began pulling your shirt off.

Then your bra...

His breathing grew heavier.

You could only smile, shaking your head softly.

Then you sat back and shimmied your shorts off, taking your thong with it.

“There. Now what?”

He huffed, this time deeper

Crawling up to the edge of the bed, getting right in front of him,

“Tommy…” you’d whisper softly.

He’d pull you up so he could kiss you through his mask.

That was new, you usually initiated…well everything.

You kissed him back happily, a soft moan as you did so

He’d trail those thick fingers down your sides,

He was a behemoth of a man, but maaann could he be gentle...

Especially with you.

He'd slowly back you up a bit, making sure you were safely on the bed still, before pulling away, making you chase his lips a little with a whine,

He'd huff out in what would be considered amusement before he'd grunt and nod at the bed again,

"What...? I... Tommy. I'm just...a little confused is all...what do you want me to do?"

He'd grunt again before picking you up and laying you down,

A surprised laugh left your lips.

You laid there sprawled out for his eyes,

He began breathing heavier, his eyes trailing down your body hungrily.

He'd kneel down rubbing your legs softly, before kissing your lower stomach his eyes meeting yours briefly,

He'd immediately latch onto your clit, sucking gently.

"O-oh! F-fuck... Tommy..." your head lulling to the side as you had propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him,

He lets out a low, satisfied grunt as he pleasures you.

His large rough hands gripping your thighs tenderly, taking his time as his now very experienced tongue works circles around your clit.

You moaned out, your hand going to the back of his head, keeping him close,

His mask presses against your inner thighs as he hungrily began licking up and down your cunt, a soft grunt escaping him, but it was muffled against you.

"Hmm...baby...feels so good..."

He moved to hold your hips tightly, a far cry from how gentle he typically is, spreading you open with his tongue he dove into your wet, tight entrance.

Fucking into you with the strong muscle.

You bucked your hips, "ooh hmmm...."

His tongue laps inside of you with increasing fervor,

His hips slowly rutting into the side of the mattress, his cock straining in his pants.

The wet noises mingle with your soft moans and whines.

Suddenly, he pulled back a bit, and blew gently onto your exposed glistening pussy,

You felt his thick fingers slowly rubbed along your slit, teasingly pressing against the entrance but never pushing past.

He blew on your cunt again, making you whine, "Tommy, be a good boy and touch me already...!"

He'd pause all movements, his eyes meeting yours

Then he'd dip just the tip of his middle finger inside of you.

Those eyes never once leaving your face.

You let out a small moan as he finally and oh so slowly pushed his thick digit inside of you.

His talented mouth latching onto your sensitive nub again as he set a slow pace,

Letting you adjust to the thickness of his finger.

"Y-yes, so good...so good for me, hm?" you tried to buck against his finger, but he quickly held you down easily with his free hand.

"Tommy...please..." you'd beg

Instead of moving faster, he grunted and removed his finger,

"No! No, please...please!"

He leaned up and pressed the finger to your lips, "Hm."

You sucked it clean, your eyes never leaving his.

He slowly added another, watching with keen eyes as your lips stretched around them.

He lightly pushed them further into your mouth,

"Hmmm..." you'd hum around them, your eyes closing as you sucked them eagerly as if they were his cock.

His excitement grew,

He pushed them further making you gag slightly, your eyes opening and tears lining your lashes.

He pulled them out and wiped the saliva from your lips with his thumb, his hand rested on your face.

He leaned in and kissed you,

The kiss is deep and demanding.

While his other hand trailing down to cup your breast firmly

His thumb brushing your nipple,

Circling the hardening peaks.

He broke the kiss to suck a nipple into his mouth, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

"Tommy...I need you, please baby...", you moaned breathlessly

Releasing your nipple, he grunted softly,

He swiftly moved you so he could sit on the edge of the bed, "Mmm."

"Let me help..." you'd speak gently, leaning in to whisper into his ear, "Let me show you..."

He lets out a low groan, your gentle words and whispers getting to him.

And despite his monstrous appearance...you trusted him.

Needed him.

He gave a curt nod and watched as you smiled that beautiful bright smile of yours,

You helped him take his belt off, your dexterous hands easily unbuttoning his pants.

His chest heaved as you palmed him through his slacks, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand.

With an almost slow, and tortuous pace, you reached in to free his large throbbing cock from the confines of his pants.

"So big." you'd mumble out,

His massive erection springs free, and he let out a deep rumbling growl.

It's thick, long, and veiny.

Standing tall against his lower stomach, leaking pre-cum.

He is the picture of raw, primal need this way.

He spreads his legs giving you more room to work.

You swiped your thumb over his tip, making him shudder,

He watches as your small hand is barely able to wrap around it.

He growls low in his throat as you began jerking him off,

"Let me taste you...please?" you'd ask delicately

You knew he didn't ever want you to hurt yourself, he was very adamant about that.

His eyes widened a bit, and his large hand reached out to halt your movements,

"It'll feel amazing... I promise I'll be careful."

He's terrified that you'll hurt yourself trying to take his massive size, but he gives a small nod, letting go of your hand.

You immediately resumed jerking him off and shimmied lower, so you were eye level with his sex.

You looked up over your lashes before licking the slit on the top of his sizeable shaft.

He lets out a deep, guttural moan,

His hips lifting in a knee jerk reaction.

Grinning you leisurely suckled on the tip of his cock, your lips stretching around him trying to accommodate his size.

You'd swirl your tongue gingerly, humming soothingly.

Pumping the extra length that didn't fit you began slowly bobbing your head,

His small grunts and groans turning you on even more.

Despite your best effort he's only about halfway in your warm, wet mouth.

He let his hand come up to gently rest on the back of your head, urging you silently to fasten your pace.

His massive chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as you swallow more of him, you bob your head a bit faster.

Being careful to not hurt yourself, you pushed all of him into your mouth.

The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag.

You pulled off of him, a small string of spit still attached as you caught your breath.

You continued to rub his cock that's now slick with your saliva.

"Taste so good baby..." before you took him back into your mouth.

Overwhelmed with the sensation of your welcoming mouth and small praise, he shuddered again,

"Hmmph."

He pulled you up so he could kiss you again.

As you two made out sensually he moved you, so you were now straddling his lap,

Your naked core flush against his throbbing dick,

You slowly began to hump against him.

Moaning into his mouth as your clit dragged up and down his member,

"Tommy...I want you...please..."

His hands on your hips tightened in a small grip, he pulled away from the kiss.

His intense gaze fixated on your face, trying to read your hidden emotions.

"Please..." you'd reach down between your bodies and feel him up.

He'd grunt but nod, kissing you again as you lined his tip up with your entrance.

His large frame goes almost rigid, his mind racing.

A part of him wanted to stop.

Nervous his Momma wouldn't approve.

Another part of him, the monster in him, wanted to pull you down and fuck up into you like a wild animal.

The part that loves you ultimately won, so he allowed you to go at your own pace.

Letting out a soft moan, you slowly lowered yourself onto him.

He let out a low growl, his hands gripping your hips tighter.

Sure to leave a bruise but you knew he didn't mean it.

Still locked in a deep kiss you took him inch by inch, thankfully your cunt was still slick with juices, helping you.

"F-fuck..." you whimpered, "Tommy..."

He'd grunt in approval as you were now fully sated on him.

"Mm.." His hips moved a bit, almost as if he was experimenting causing you to moan out.

His eyes snapped up to your face, seeing your hooded eyes and mouth slight agape,

"Hmm, it....it felt good, you didn't hurt me...I promise I'll tell you, okay?" you rubbed his shoulders comfortingly.

He nods, slow and unsure he lifted you up a bit before pulling you back down.

You moaned again, "Y-yes...good...good boy, hmm."

He continued to do that, his eyes never leaving your face.

In a measured and deliberate motion, he began to slowly buck up into you, "Nngh.."

His small moans and grunts made you clench around him.

His eyes met yours again, a small question,

"I'm so full...feels so good..."

You slowly began your own pace of fucking down onto him,

A small gasp left his lips as he slowed his own thrusts.

"Tommy...such a sweet boy..." you closed your eyes in euphoria

His lips latched onto your tits, sucking and massaging them with his large hands, his hips bucking up as you rode him.

"Your cock is so big baby...fuck." You'd whine as you rested your hands in his hair, your hips meeting his thrusts

He inhaled sharply as you verbalized your pleasure, a small shimmer of pride in his eyes

Knowing his massive size is bringing you such ecstasy makes him throb inside you.

Without warning he turns the two of you, so your back is on the bed and he's now wildly pounding his hips into you, his gentleness snapping.

Your nails scratch his forearms as he held you open, allowing you to take him easier.

"Oooh my god! Yes! Yes...hmm, Tommy!" you'd wail out, begging him for more.

His eyes roll back as the slight pain of your scratches mixes with the intense pleasure of being inside your tight warm cunt,

"Hmm, mm.." his pace was relentless, he was chasing his own release quickly.

Reaching down, his thumb rubbed small circles against your sensitive nub making you mewl softly.

"I....oh, fuck...don't stop..."

His thrusts became erratic as he felt your walls clench, "Mm!" he was now grunting into your neck as the pleasure almost became too much.

With a growl he slammed into you, holding your thighs tightly as he filled you to the brim with his warm seed, your eyes rolled back

Your legs shook and you cried out as you came, your walls clenching around his cock, keeping him inside of you.

"Tommy..." you spoke breathlessly, kissing him.

"So good.."

He'd rub your hips soothingly, his eyes full of remorse as he noticed the thumb shaped bruises.

"I'm okay my love, I promise."

You two would cuddle the rest of the night but not before he cleaned you up, peppering small kisses on the bruises.

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Soooooooooo...? What do we think? Too much? Too little? Could be better? Be honest, please and thank you! I do take requests btw!

[microwavesaferat]

I've seen multiple hcs of English Teacher Jason Todd, I've also seen multiple teacher aus in general. I would like to propose a 3rd Option:

Secret Day Jobs

All the Robins and Batfam extended universe (aka, until I get bored) have started doing day jobs as they get older, but they are all worried Bruce will bench them if they find out they're burning the candle at both ends, so they keep it secret.

We all know Dick is a cop in some comics, but I would like to propose they all go into teaching in some way. They don't tell the others, and gradually all end up transferring to the same school. We're also assuming they are all adults here.

We have:

Jason Todd - English Lit Professor. Doesn't like dealing with college kids, so moves to high school literature. Sometimes covers drama lessons if it's Shakespeare plays.

Dick Grayson - Health and Wellbeing (don't know if this is just a UK thing, sometimes called PSE). Basically teaches kids the dangers of smoking and how to stay healthy mentally and physically. He also runs the schools gymnastics club and helps at some other sports clubs.

Tim Drake - Computing. One of those teachers that doesn't care if you swear or call him the proper title. Does not care if you are misusing the school computers. He figured out the others are all teachers and hacked himself onto the payroll cause he thought it would be funny. Hacking emails to change names to see how long he can keep the others from figuring out they all work in the same place.

Damian Wayne - Biology. He kind of wishes he went into chemistry, because he despises the giggles and childish behaviour whenever something mentioned in the course is even mildly sexual. Refuses to do the frog dissection and nearly gets into a physical fight with the head of department. This event is what clues Dick into his presence, "Did you hear the new biology teacher threatened to kill Mr Smith over something? Apparently had a Katana or something in his desk".

Cassandra Cain - Guidance Councilor. Very good at interpreting the body language of the kids. Also does some work with ASL interpretation when needed. Thought everyone was aware of each other and isn't really trying to hide. Tim still has no idea she's here. Dick gets jumpscared when Cass shows up to one of the after school clubs he helps at.

Stephanie Brown - Somehow in a different position everyday. She appears as a janitor one day, then she's doing the school bus run the next. On Fridays she works in the Canteen cause the food is good on Fridays. There explicitly to annoy Tim who knows she's there, but can't find her in the payroll.

Duke Thomas - Politics/Modern Studies. The sort of teacher to say he's putting on a documentary, then pauses every 30 secs to go on a tangent about something. Disagrees with half the shit in the curriculum, so does his own thing. The projector in his classroom hasn't worked for months, but no one needs to know that.

Also, the moment they all figured out they are all there.

Dick hears about the frog incident and very quickly catches on.

Duke goes to the office to pick up jotters and Stephanie is working there.

Jason used the guidance councilor's room to take a minute and chill. Cass was on top of a cupboard for 10 mins before revealing herself.

Dick goes to grab the first aid kit after a kid falls at gymnastics and Stephanie is the Custodian in today.

Damian needs some supplies and the lab tech is Stephanie.

An Arkham breakout happens during a parents night and all of them run to change into costume. Issue is they all hid their costumes in the janitors closet.

WE runs a scholarship fund for students and Bruce has to show up to the awards ceremony for successful students. He gets a tour of the school only to slowly run into all of his kids. To start with, the tour is run by Stephanie who is refusing to break character.

Stephanie: Thank you for coming Mr Wayne

Bruce: Stephanie wha-

Stephanie: Please, Miss Brown, Stephanie was my father.

Steph: Anyway, here is our lovely new labs that WE do graciously funded.

Damian: *Yelling at a child to follow safety procedures*

Bruce: What? Dames?

Stephanie: and down to the left is our English department.

Jason Todd: *Animatedly discussing the influences of Romeo and Juliet in modern culture*

Steph: This is our lit teacher Mr Todd Peters

Bruce: *makes a note to remind his kids on good undercover names*

Well I'm tired but will probably add to this at some point.

[cowboy-doinggay]

the people on the wall

Bruce knows better than anyone about the feeling of losing a parent at such a young age where it is hard to remember the smallest thing, like how many freckles his mother had that she would cover with makeup or the slight curl that his father on in the morning before getting ready for work at breakfast, so because of that the manor's walls were covered with pictures of them, of just Thomas and Martha.

So when Dick comes to live in the manor it takes about 2 months for Mary and John to join the walls with Martha and Thomas. To a normal person it would be weird to have your dead parents cover the walls of your home and even some random people's photos next to your parent's photos, but both Bruce and Dick didn't think it wasn't weird; it was love. Seeing them every day as they passed them in the hall, in a way was a chance for the set of parents to see their sons grow into the men that they become. Bruce sees Mary's blue eyes in Dick and John's smile as Dick saw Martha's freckles in the summer on Bruce's face and Thomas' strong jawline on Bruce.

When it was Jason's turn to live in the manor he didn't want to have pictures of his folks on the wall, which was understandable. But there was a small framed Polaroid on the foyer table that you wouldn't know that it was there if you weren't looking for it, It had a picture of Willis and Catherine with Jason celebrating his first birthday. And in that Polaroid, you can see Willis's smile and Catherine's caring eyes on Jason today. Jason never made it onto the wall, it was too hard for everyone to see that boy never growing older.

when Tim joined the family he didn't really think that Jack and Janet would join the walls because he didn't lose them at a young age like the rest of them so he didn't need to be surrounded with photos of the to remember what they look like, but the next he time that he was walking pass by the hall with the all the photos. Martha and Thomas photos had changed to group pictures of the Wayne couple and the Drake couple and was taken during a gala. And in this photo you can see the way where Tim talks with his hands came from Janet and that cheeky little smile that he gives when he does something bad came from Jack.

When Cassandra joined the family she had the same feelings as Jason about not wanting her parents on the wall, but on the same foyer table there's an old photo with creases and maybe old dry blood that was framed and placed next to Willis and Catherine. Of both David Cain and Sandra Woosan in the league of assassins; in the photo, you can see Cassandra looking like a perfect blend of them both.

As Damian met and joined the family it was a bit weird since both of his parents were still alive and in his life, so he didn't really need to have a photo of Talia on the wall or on the foyer table if the only thing that's stopping his parents from being together is distance and morals. But to the dismay of both Dick and Tim; Talia was added to the wall, as well as photos of younger Bruce and Talia during their time in the league together. In these pictures, you can really see Bruce in Damian, even though Damian is a carbon copy of Talia with Bruce's slight wave in his hair, in the way how his smile reaches his eyes and his nose has a slight wrinkle to it the same way as Bruce has in these pictures.

When Duke comes to live in the manor he had the some feeling as Tim and Damian about having his moms pictures on the wall, due to the fact that his mom isn’t dead and he stills visits her after school. But when he was walking pass the wall of photos to get into a study room he see her right nexts to the the pictures of Graysons and the Waynes with the Drakes and the young couple Wayne and Al Guhul. He see Elaine as he knows and loves her, and in this picture you can see Duke being a carbon copy of his mother they share the same smile, the same kind eyes with the adorable nose.

So when you go to the Wayne Manor there will be old portraits, of the older Wayne’s that had made a name for themselves and helped build Gotham but you'll also see pictures of the Drakes, the flying Graysons, 5 random people in small frames and never before seen photos of Bruce as a teenager during the time when he was studying abroad with a woman that looks a lot like Damian. And when asking any of the Waynes for the reason for all these non-wayne photos they will all say the same thing "Aren't your walls covered in family pictures?"

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin' of WOF Au for DC, but like, it's a Gothamite and Fawcett thing. (And Amity Park if crossover)

Like those are the most magical areas in the world, even if Gotham is cursed as fuck. An unspoken secret of sorts that while they present themselves as human to outsiders, they are all Very Much Not.

Which means hilariously in the league, when everyone expects Batman to be suspicious and short with the new guy- even made bets on it- they are then shooketh when both visibly relax and start talking. And half the shared complaints don't make sense!

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Now Gotham technically has no Queen, nor does Fawcett, but Batman and Captain Marvel are the closest things. Not in the traditional sense of back when they were in separate tribes (& maybe from a different dimension but shh that was millennia ago) but in the sense of, they're the ones patrolling and protecting the cities along with calling the shots in disasters.

Which does sort of change the dynamic they both have in their city. If one of them calls to arms, the city would follow them. They could declare war, and their cities (begrudgingly in Gotham's underbelly's case of strongest is in charge) would follow. And while Billy is oblivious, both Marvel-the-not-hivemind and Batman are. They know they have to be very careful.

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I'm sure we all want Nightwing Bruce but no. Bruce, like both his mother and father and father's father and so on before him, is actually an Icewing. The Waynes however, have a case of melanism running in their bloodline. Thomas Wayne? Only his quills and part of his back were darker, but Bruce? Practically pitch black scales that shadow his eyes.

Now Alfred on the other hand, is a Nightwing. No special powers there, though you would hear many a child protest with how he seems to know everything.

Commissioner Gordon is a Mudwing, big stocky and very tired, which translates to his human disguise as a large trenchcoat. He finds this very amusing. Barbara similarly, is half Mudwing. Her mother was a Hivewing, making her a hybrid between both. Which does ironically mean that Batgirl does in fact have insectoid wings. Though that does ponder the question on if they'd all go by their original vigilante names.

Dick is a Silkwing. Wingless as he watches his parents fall and unable to do anything despite this place supposedly being safe for beings like them. He grows into his own, and his wings, when they come in, are dark Gotham colors through and through, with the deep blue of the sky he's come to crave.

Jason is a hybrid between a Mudwing and a Skywing. He's also an animus- not that he knew that. He doesn't find out until he's dying, telling himself to not die, to get back to Gotham, to his dad, his family- And then he wakes up in his Coffin, alive.

Now Cass, raised to be the perfect killer, is also a hybrid, just one between a Nightwing and a Rainwing, egg set out under the moon. Which succeeds, partially. She can't straight up read minds, but combined with her talent in reading body language on both human and inhuman bodies, it's a near thing.

Tim is a Seawing, borderline abandoned by his parents who seek treasures and more wealth as he's trapped back in a city where the water is dark and poisoned. But he's Gothamite, through and through, and he adapts. Scales darker than the original blues he was born with, and glow shifting to that sickly white of the Gotham's Bats.

Now Steph, is a full-blooded Rainwing, and can in fact change her scales, but can mostly be found in purples and golds. Though for a short time she was in another set of colors, thought dead before she slithered out of the shadows older and wiser than before.

Damian is his father's son, but he's also an Al-Ghul. The not-quite dragonet is half Icewing, and half Sandwing. And struggled to adjust at first, to a place so different from his first home where the only other dragons were blood related. But like any Wayne before him, he adjusts, and he adapts.

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Billy wasn't a Beetlewing originally, and perhaps he would have hesitated if he'd known it would change him, would change his body and the last thing he had of his parents. But his friends, his Team and new family help. And he can pass as a Silkwing like their sort-of foster mother. All six of them can do so now, even if the others look more like hybrids themselves thanks to not being the Champion. They might not be, but they're his family. And that's enough.

[that-tmr-girl]

Getting Even (Thomas x Minho x Reader Smut)

When they get tired of constantly giving pleasure, Thomas and Minho make sure you give it back.

Vaginal sex, blow job, chest riding, anal, double penetration, dacryphilia (aroused by crying)

It's not that either of them minded it. Going down on you, fingering you, pleasuring you. They didn't mind doing that to you.

What they grew to notice, to care about, was how you didn't seem to return it. As long as you got your pleasure, theirs didn't matter.

Maybe it would be different tonight? Maybe it would be something new?

Thomas’s face was buried inside of you. It had been for what seemed to be forever now. With a satisfied moan, you came.

He pulled his face out of you. With a sigh, you stood up, going to find your clothes.

Fed up with you not keeping your end of the bargain, Minho grabbed your waist, picking you up. As you let out a sound, he threw you on the bed, leaving you confused.

“You haven't tried to make us cum. Not once,”He snapped.

“Well, you weren't exactly telling me you wanted that.”

Laying on top of you, he pinned you down by your shoulders, his face inches from yours. Your cheeks warmed as he stared into your eyes.

“The deal was we all get pleasure. Since you've gone so long getting it, I think you should give it back until you break,”He whispered in your ear. You shuddered at his breath. “Or we’ll just stop this altogether.”

“No,”You desperately shook your head.

“Then, you’ll let us do whatever we want?”

“Yes.”

“And we’ll only stop if you communicate the safe word?”

“Yes.”

With that being all he needed to hear, still holding you down, he aligned himself with your entrance before quickly slamming into you, making you gasp as you stretched around him. Thrusting in and out, he grunted at the feeling of your wet pussy. Squirming under him, you whimpered as he fucked you, already going so fast choked sounds were leaving you, your head thrown back.

You looked good. All he could think about was how damn good you looked when he railed you.

Grabbing your wrists with one hand, he pinned them above your head, his other grabbing one of your legs and wrapping it around him. Moaning at the new angle, your chest heaved as you clenched around him, making him twitch inside of you. Getting sloppier and sloppier, he groaned as he finished, shooting his warm seed inside of you. Stopping all movement, he took a deep, relieved breath before pulling out.

Your eyes widened at the dissatisfied feeling, your cunt longing to be filled.

“Doesn't feel very nice, does it?”Thomas taunted. When you turned to him, he pointed to the space in front of him, giving your next command.

Getting up, you walked over to him before dropping to your knees. Your eyes met his, almost asking what you were supposed to do.

“You’ll figure it out,”He dismissed.

Holding his hard cock in your hands, you pursed your lips around him, swirling your tongue around his tip.

“Deeper,”He demanded in a lustful voice.

Pushing him halfway into your mouth, you found him filling your cheeks, finally making you realize how big he actually is.

“I said deeper,”He demanded, his hand on the back of your head. Before you could react, he forced himself down your throat, making you gag as your eyes clenched shut. Throwing his head back, he moaned as he thrust his hips into your mouth, still bobbing your head.

He twitched inside of your mouth, something you didn't even realize as tears filled your eyes, mouth becoming sore. Groaning, he forced your face to his stomach, making you take his dick. You whimpered around him, causing him to bite his lips at the vibrations. You didn't even realize as you did it again, making him feel so good his thick semon filled your mouth, sticking to your throat and cheeks.

“Swallow,”He ordered as he pulled out. Pushing your lips together, you desperately tried to do as he asked. Still, there was so much of it, you coughed, making the white cover your lips like chapstick.

“I think she just needs some more practice,”Minho suggested. Thomas moved, letting him take your next.

Holding his dick in his hand, he gestured for you to open your mouth. When you managed to do so, he forced himself inside of you, his hand wrapping around the back of your head. Your spit and Thomas’s cum warmed his dick, making him throw his head back.

When you made a sound around him, he moaned before forcing your head back and forth, sliding in and out of your throat. You choked on him, having to remember to keep your lips pursed so you wouldn't spit.

Looking at you, he admired how good you looked with his cock in your mouth, filling your cheeks as he fucked your throat. Your lips were already red as your face was stained with tears, something that added to the appeal.

Sighing, he pulled you into him again before finishing. Not letting you move, he made sure you swallowed every last drop, even with his dick in you.

Closing your eyes, you groaned as you forced the salty liquids down, face scrunched up in distaste.

“See? Practice,”Minho approved, pulling out.

“She can practice other things,”Thomas said, grabbing your arms for you to stand. Leading you to the bed, he patted it. Crawling on it, you laid on your back, waiting.

Surprising you, Minho straddled your chest as Thomas spread your legs. Before you could react, he pushed into you while Minho put his cock between your tits, grinding against you.

Thomas was ruthless, holding your legs around his waist as he slammed in and out. Still sensitive from your denied orgasm, you were sobbing in pleasure, strangled breaths traveling past your lips, as Minho grabbed your chest, pushing your tits firmer around him as he swore you made him harder.

Thomas’s moans mixed with your choked ones, your head thrown back as he slid in and out. Increasing his pace, Minho threw his head back as he was right there. You felt his cock twitch between your chest, making you bite your lip in anticipation.

Thomas found himself right there as there was that familiar pressure in your lower stomach. Your legs shook as you moaned louder, your eyes rolling back to your head. As he slammed into you again so hard you swear your spine felt it, you came at the same time Minho ejaculated on your tits and, because of the angle, face.

Thomas was still going, making your face screw up at the strange feeling. Dropping your legs, he held your waist as he fucked you until he couldn't hold on, groaning as he reached his climax.

You took a deep breath, thinking it was done.

As Minho got off of you, Thomas forced you to the edge of the bed, your ass sticking out. Pushing his dick back inside of you, he moaned.

Grabbing your waist, Minho slammed into your ass, making you whimper as you dropped your head on Thomas's chest, hands clawing the sheets beside him. Pushing his hips up as high as he could, he threw his head back as Minho forced him deeper in your cunt. Both their size and how frantic they were made them penetrate you so deeply they seemed to fill all of you, rearranging your organs.

Your tears fell on Thomas’s skin, causing him to groan as he reached around your back, forcing you closer to him. Shutting your eyes, you cried as you tightened around him, a phenomenon so wonderful even Minho could feel it.

They both grunted, one of them roughly slamming into your ass and the other staying inside of you, cumming at the same time, their white juices dripping out both your holes. Letting out a pathetic whimper, you came with them.

Staying there for a moment, they panted as you caught your breath, barely managing to stop your cries of arousal. Pulling out of you, Minho grabbed your waist, pulling you off a red faced and satisfied Thomas.

“You're going to be good for us from now on, right? Make sure we don't have to do that again?”Minho whispered in your ear, picking you up as you were stumbling and laying you down.

“Not if it gets me fucked like that,”You breathed out.

They looked at each other, deciding that they could definitely live with that.

[harlowtales]

Jack and Y/N stir up the toxic 😤 ☣️ ❤️

18 PLUS ONLY - Adult Themes

There was one night Jack came in high and had been drinking which he doesn’t usually do. He crept into your room where you stayed in his condo to cater to his every need as his assistant. He crashed beside you as you lay there frozen. Trying to move him was like trying to move a brick.

Had he wandered into your room thinking it was his? Did he think you were his latest fling that would stay over some nights? Those nights that were so awkward when one of Jack’s flavours of the month would stay over and in the morning you would find some confused girl in the fridge rummaging around for a snack in his Tshirt and boy underwear.

Jack would always shoot you a look as whoever it was this time blew him a kiss goodbye trying desperately to stay. You didn’t seem to care at all. In fact you thought these girls were stupid and wanted no part of Jack’s world as “Harleezy”.

You had gotten to know Jackman Thomas Harlow and Jackman is who you were trying to hide that you adored, possibly had even fallen for…as far as that was possible for you. You were pretty but didn’t really understand that, and didn’t know how to “act sexy”, or any of that stuff, which drove Jack insane for you. He loved the awkwardness, the inability to take a compliment, the complete lack of awareness of how pretty you were, and lack of being able to bullshit him.

In fact, you were kind of grumpy which Jack found cute and would go out of his way to irritate you on purpose. You hadn’t intended your first assignment to be babysitting a grown man but this grown man desperately needed it. He was so kind and sweet it became a role you filled very well. At least looking after Jack had benefits. He was lighthearted and witty, and you needed that in your life.

You were a business grad and that was your mindset. Working for Jack was your first big break. It was Jackman who told you how he really struggled with fame and felt insecure while you two would chill some nights with pups and watch a movie. “Young Harleezy” was breaking hearts and gently kicking girls out in the morning.

However, you started seeing someone else in the business as you had no illusions of you and Jack ever being a thing. Plus dating someone so recognizable didn’t appeal to you. Unfortunately when Jack found out about your new man, he went on a bender at his favourite nightclub, the Hub.

He stumbled onto your bed and crashed, intending to tell you how he felt about you that night, but was too gone. In the morning you woke up to his arm and leg over you looking like an absolute angel with a mess of curls. He must never know how you felt about him. You worked for his label. As you were taking him all in trapped under his massive frame compared to yours, he opened his blue eyes, rubbed his freckled nose, smiled, and pulled you closer going back to sleep.

“J…Jack…JACKMAN it’s me Y/N get your giraffe self off me” you said trying to move just his arm was not working as he gripped you tighter. “Earth to Jackman I’m not Alisha…or “Delilah” who we all know her name is not fucking Delilah…or Jesse who has no makeup line coming out like how stupid does she think we are…or Joanne who like bitch I’m not your maid. Clean the crumbs off the counter when you make your post-dick sucking peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!! Uughhh!”The desperation in your voice reached a strained pitch as you struggled underneath him. This was what Jack was waiting for. He knew you cared and responded half asleep as his perfect pout turned up slightly at the corner in delight.

“Listen Y/N” Jack said still groggy “I know whose bed I’m in just relax.” He nuzzled into you and was full on cuddling now. He proceeded to doze back off and talk in his sleep. You learned he couldn’t stop thinking about you, said you’re his girl no one else’s, he loves grilled cheese with the crusts cut off, and Phil owes him $20.00. You laid there under the weight of him and listened to him babble until eventually you detangled yourself from the labyrinth of arms and legs, and went to make his eggs like you do every morning.

When you entered the kitchen Ismail was there having already grabbed something to eat and was working on his laptop as the sun was just beaming through the large windows over the Ohio river you had a full view of.

“Oh hey” you greeted him off handedly

“Hey.” He said quietly. Ismail wasn’t a big talker which was perfect for you especially in the morning

“He alright?” He said motioning over to your room

“He’s fine just fucking irritating as usual. I think I have a crick in my neck. He sleeps like pups just takes over the bed. Thanks for feeding her.” You replied as you picked up pups and gave her a kiss

“No worries. Sorry he insisted he had to talk to you last night and tell you everything. I couldn’t stop him from going in there.” Ismail apologized “When are you leaving for the Caribbean? We’re all dreading it”

“I leave today…wait what? What do you mean tell me everything is he ok?” You asked Ismail. Jack is always talking shit so you took nothing he said seriously…even in his sleep.

“Nothing.” Ismail said looking like he let something slip. “I’m taking over for you. Jack said he’s not letting some snotty nosed kid from Atlantic make his eggs for 2 weeks so show me how to make the Y/N special.”

You were getting the pan out and everything you needed as Jack never slept in even the odd time he got into some “substances” the night before. You started boiling the kettle for his tea and took the eggs out and a bowl. “Well first of all he only likes them scrambled but I’ve moved him over from hard to soft and some salt and pepper. I also pan fry his toast in THIS PAN. He says he can taste the difference when it’s done in any other pan. Got it? This pan for the eggs, this pan for the toast.”

Ismail gained a new appreciation for you 1min into these instructions. “I ain’t doing all this he gets what he gets.” Ismail vowed. What did he sign up for? Was his boy really like this? “No wonder he loves you so much.” He said and immediately clamped his mouth shut, but you were busy cracking and whipping up everything so you didn’t notice.

You placed Jack’s plate of eggs and pan fried toast on the table with a peeled and fanned out orange on the side with his favourite “Throat Coat” tea. Ismail watched in admiration knowing he wasn’t going to be able to top this.

“Ok Ismail since this is your crash course in all things Jackman let’s go wake him up.” You said preparing Ismail for what it’s like to get his friend out of bed. You were armed with pups which was your secret weapon.

You unleashed puppers onto the bed and Jack was attacked with licking, whining, and barking. Still motionless and in a deep sleep you took a pillow and hit him repeatedly in the head. “Jack!! JACKMAN!!” You yelled “Eggs!!” He came too with a gentle smile.

“Hey beautiful thanks my eggs are ready?” He said looking absolutely adorable with bed head and disheveled clothes from the club.

“Go take a quick shower first. Here’s some water and pop a couple vitamin C to sober up ok? I leave today and I need to make sure you’re ok before I go. You have a conference call with management and Ismail is here. I prepared your notes for your phone interview and the studio called. I booked you in all weekend. You have to finish those last 2 songs and make sure you sign that card for your cousins birthday, and I restocked the bathroom with that soap you like.”

As you gave Jack who was still waking up a run down of everything he needed to know in his life, Ismail was starting to understand why Jack felt such anxiety with you going away. “I’m exhausted already Y/N” Ismail said in awe of you “Jack buddy let’s go bud you got a headache?” He said helping his friend up.

“Yeah sort of.” Jack said feeling more depressed than anything “Y/N you’re meeting him in the islands aren’t you? This mr. record executive.”

You stopped. “Who told you that?” You asked stunned.

“I got my sources. You could’ve just told me… I mean it’s not like I give a fuck. I can have 2 and 3 girls over at a time while you’re gone and I don’t have to worry about whoever I have over crying that you don’t like them.” Jack said being as mean as possible. He had hoped something would’ve happened last night but he was too wasted.

“Jack fuck the whole neighborhood while I’m gone I don’t care.” You retorted annoyed as you busily went about preparing for your flight “Ismail have fun. I know I will.” You smirked which drove Jack nuts.

“Have fun blowing the boss’s son who cares!” He yelled back downstairs as he went up to shower

“Your eggs are cold now.” Is all you said calmly

“Bro. Is he…do y’all always…what in the actual fuck did I just witness? Y’all need to fuck and get it over with.” Ismail marvelled shaking his head.

“Oh trust me, that was nothing.” You said rolling your eyes “now watch when he comes back down.” You predicted in a hushed whisper.

Jack came back down his curls still wet and sat at the table with a sigh for attention while you tidied up the kitchen. “Pookie.” Jack called to you as you had your back turned washing up. “Pook! Yo, my food is cold, can you please warm it up for me?”

“Of course” you said taking his dish with a peck on his forehead to which he smiled and you put his plate in the microwave. “Look I leave in a few hours. Ismail is all set so if you need me don’t call me. I will have no access to email and spotty cell service.”

“Y/N?” Jack said in the most pathetic way “Don’t enjoy yourself too much you know what I mean? You got condoms right?” Jack asked as he sipped on his tea.

With that, watching the most toxic interaction he’d ever seen, Ismail walked away and left the room, he’d had enough.

“I bought a fresh box thank you dad.” You lied stealing a piece of his bacon before handing back his warmed up plate.

“A BOX??” Jack fumed “You know what? I lost my fucking appetite” he said shoving the plate away and folding his arms.

“You know what makes me lose my appetite? All your little hoes losing their underwear in your mattress. Like I’m so glad I don’t have to clean your cum splattered room. They’re so dumb and skanky and gross” You shot back pretending to gag.

“When do you fucking leave?” Jack seethed.

“Not soon enough!” You yelled stomping to your room. He was knocking on your door in 2 seconds.

Ismail was desperately trying to get Jack’s attention to cue up for his interview and conference call.

“Fuck off!” You said through the door as you decided to call your uber and leave early. This was why you were leaving in the first place. Most of the time the toxic banter was all in fun, but sometimes it got ugly.

“Open the door Pookie.” Jack insisted sounding nicer “Can I help you with anything before you go?” Which was his way of getting you to open the door. He didn’t want you going away mad and using your whole box of condoms to spite him.

“You want to help me? Take your meds.” You said still pissed as you opened the door to find him eating the breakfast he said he didn’t want and just standing there. “Why are you so clinically insane?” You asked him while gathering your things to head out early.

“I’m sorry I’m way off lately. I love you, you know that.” He said as he often did. What you didn’t know is that it was true.

“I called my Uber I’m out of here, remember interview and all that other shit. Hopefully when I come back you can treat me like a fucking human.” You said on the edge of tears which wasn’t normal for you.

“Please don’t sleep with him. I couldn’t…I wanted to tell you last night…I” Jack stammered and sat on your bed looking paler than usual

“Jack talk to me.” You said concerned as you sat next to him. “You can talk to me you know that right?”

“Y/N please. I need you to not sleep with this guy.” Jack begged.

“Jack I’m seeing him. I can’t just refuse to sleep with him. We’re getting closer and this will be our first time. He wanted it to be special.” You said dreamily. Jack couldn’t take it he abruptly stood up and started pacing.

“What if I fire you if you go.” He said

You shot up walking over to him to stop him pacing and talking crazy. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“Because…I can’t…ah fuck” Jack pinned you to the wall. He pressed into you and passionately kissed you as his hands began moving all over your body. You felt him rising quickly and panted “Jack no…please”. He pulled his sweatpants down and lifted up your shirt getting one breasts free sucking and biting your nipple roughly “Jack I can’t do this!” You breathlessly exclaimed. He turned you around and felt between your legs to tease your space.

“Then why are you so wet?” He demanded as he backed you up to your bed and pushed you onto it taking his shirt off as he stood between your legs. He kneeled down just admiring your glistening pussy and started licking all the way up your inner thigh, penetrating your dewey core with his hot tongue and suctioning your clit with his juicy lips. You gripped his damp curls with agony. Was this actually happening and why was this happening?

He forcefully had your hips in his grasp as you straddled your shaking thighs around his head. Once he came back up he stood up rock hard in front of you wiping his mouth with a mischievous grin motioning for you to pleasure him. This had gone too far now. The Uber was on the way, Ismail was in the living room, and Jack had things to do.

You took him into your whole mouth pulling the shaft slowly out of your wet mouth with a rotating suck at the tip. He lost his mind rolling his head back moaning and shoving your head down. You gagged a bit but spit on his now purple throbbing cock and pumped him vigorously matching his intense energy.

You both had so much pent up energy and anger that you needed each other so much. He pushed you back and entered you slowly as you winced from his size. This is not how you imagined your first time with him as you had done many nights falling asleep knowing he had brought someone home that you would see in the morning in the kitchen.

“How you give such good head and so…uughhh so tight and wet.” He said out of breath inside you rocking in between your thighs finding his perfect spot before he pummelled you into the mattress. He couldn’t believe how good you were. Had he known he would have done this a long time ago. “Your my girl understand?” Echoing what he had said in his sleep. His tender kiss on your forehead as he went deeper stretching you had you looking into his eyes in disbelief of the painful pleasure. “I’m not nice Y/N. not when the pussy is this good and belongs to me.”

He shifted all his weight onto you making you cry out “Jack I can’t…you’re too big…I…oh god.”

He covered your mouth muffling your pleas for him to stop when he knew you didn’t want him to. He didn’t want Ismail to hear you scream. “Shhhhh” he said in your ear overpowering you in missionary position. “Relax ok? Am I hurting you? Tell me yes.”

He let you speak moving his hand away. “Yes… fuck…PLEASE Jack.! I wont be rude anymore I swear.” The ecstasy you felt was uncontainable.

He smiled and covered your mouth again driving hard and fast and was not satisfied until he felt a tear drip down your face onto his firm hand. It was too much, too much he had held in for too long. He aggressively drove hard until he exploded onto your stomach as he quickly pulled out.

It was more than he had dreamed every night he was with someone else. “Fuck you’re so good” He said dipping his throbbing tip into his warm cum on your stomach smearing it all over before lying back pulling you to snuggle up to his chest. You were both a mess. One of your breasts was out of your bra, and your underwear still around one ankle. It all happened so fast.

Just then the Uber called and Ismail knocked on the door. “Jack buddy your interview and Y/N’s Uber is here.” Ismail called out to you and Jack heaving and sweating, you with his cum still all over your stomach.

“One sec bro.” Jack called out to Ismail and frantically turned to you “Don’t get on that fucking plane.” He demanded both if you still reeling from your rough romp.

“Jack I…” you started to say but he kept you from answering your phone. The Uber was calling you.

“Miss Y/N no longer needs your services. We’ll pay you full fare. Sorry bro.” He said still a bit out of breath as he hung up and tossed your phone on the floor.

“Uughhh!! I hate you!” You said exasperated

“I know baby. I hate you too, and by the way, you’re fired.” He said.

@itsyagirljaz @jackharlow502

[galaxymagitech]

just an appendage (live to attend him)

For @casscainweek Day 2: Alone | Together

Because Cass totally has Eldest Daughter Syndrome.

Summary: Cass knows she’s supposed to be happy. But being the emotional pillar of her family and shoving herself into whatever role they need is killing her. (Cass is nineteen too. People forget that, sometimes. But she’s nineteen, and if Cass were someone else, it would matter.)

Characters: Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown

Warnings: Blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to canonical sexual assault, messed-up family dynamics that might be considered emotional abuse

You can read it here or on AO3!

Cass knows she’s supposed to be happy. She’s living in a big house with her big family all together. Everyone is getting along. Her world is overflowing with love. Cass knows she’s supposed to be happy, but she just feels alone.

Cass is Batman’s daughter, but Bruce doesn’t need a daughter. He needs someone to remind him that he is human, that the family is human too. Bruce likes to push people away. Cass can’t let him. If Bruce pushes people away, he will fall, and the Bat will fall with him. And Cass’s family will fall with the Bat. Cass sees what his body is showing and what her family’s bodies are showing. The emotional chasm that words just can’t cross. And then, Cass becomes a bridge. If she must lie down so others can cross along her back, she will do it.

Damian will only cry in front of her—no one else. If Cass weren’t so insecure, she would feel honored. Trusted. Instead, she feels like she doesn’t count as a person. But Damian needs to cry sometimes. It’s good for him, Dick says. So, Cass wraps her arms around her little brother and tugs him close and does not speak. Cass is good at not speaking.

And Damian misses his mother. He can’t just go to Selina, and Bruce is Father, not Mother, which is not the same. So, if Damian whispers Ummi into her chest sometimes, Cass doesn’t say a word.

But Cass can’t be Damian’s mother. She’s just a placeholder. A doll with a comforting shape and arms to hold him. Cass knows she is helping. Cass knows she should be happy.

It still hurts.

Duke likes someone to play pranks with him. He always has an idea. Cass is always willing to help. When Duke is fake-smiling, Cass touches him gently on the shoulder and asks him “How are you?” and he tells her whatever is wrong. And Cass tells him how he’s feeling, which he often doesn’t know, because people are like that. Sometimes Duke argues, but he always agrees with Cass in the end, because she’s always right. She doesn’t like being always right.

Duke never asks how Cass is feeling. It’s not out of a lack of care. Duke cares. Duke cares so much. Duke loves Cass, and she basks in it, the fact that her brother loves her with the warmth of the sun. But Cass can read him: He always thinks Cass is fine, and Cass doesn’t know why.

Tim needs someone to remind him what his body is telling him. He ignores his body when it says he is hungry or thirsty or tired. So, Cass finds Tim and tells him on his body’s behalf. Her silly little brother, who needs reminders of when to eat.

Tim gets nightmares, sometimes. Now that Cass sleeps just down the hall from him, she can hear it when he cries out. So, she slips into his room and curls up next to him and watches as his breathing evens out. On nights when he doesn’t get calmer, he jolts awake, eyes like a rabbit, body tense with fear. “You’re here,” Cass tells him. “You’re home. You’re safe.”

Occasionally, Tim asks, “You got there, right? You got there in time?”

And Cass says, “Yes,” and wonders if someone would get there in time for her.

Tim isn’t the only one with nightmares. Cass splits comforting duty with Bruce and, when he’s at Pennyworth Manor, Dick. But when Cass has nightmares, she doesn’t make any noise at all. In all of her worst dreams, she’s silent, and she wakes up alone.

Dick tries to take care of everyone too. Cass looks at him and sees. She doesn’t know how to tell him she understands. But when Dick and Barbara fight, Cass is the one who picks up the pieces on both sides. Hand on shoulder. Tub of ice cream for Barbara. Takeout for Dick. Listening to the problems from both sides. Fixing them, because if Cass doesn’t fix them, who else will?

Dick thanks Cass, for taking some of the burden. For helping their little brothers. Cass smiles.

It’s not a real smile. Dick doesn’t notice.

Steph likes to talk. Cass sits across from her and they paint their nails. Steph likes to pause to let Cass say something. It’s nice. Cass’s brothers talk fast, and by the time she has gotten her mouth to say words, the conversation has already moved on. But Steph talks about college and boys and summer jobs, and Cass doesn’t really understand at all. So, she doesn’t have much to say.

Steph asks Cass about her problems. Cass is tired. Her head is aching with all the effort of putting the words in and spinning them around and putting the meanings out. She wants the words gone. She wants to rest. But over the last hour, Cass has watched as Steph’s shoulders relaxed, as her body grew calm. Steph needs this. So there is nothing, really, that Cass can say.

Cass doesn’t like Jason much, but she loves him. She loves everyone, but her family especially, and Jason is family. Cass tells Jason when he is being silly. He swings, emotions jerking around in a way that sometimes terrifies her. When he is too focused, too obsessed, Cass draws him back. When he is needs Bruce’s love, Cass assures him it is there. When he thinks everyone hates him, Cass reminds him that it isn’t true.

Jason also needs someone to call him Little Brother and remind him that he’s still young. He is nineteen and has a trail of bodies that makes Cass sick, but he is her brother all the same. She adds the little on because, despite his protest, it makes him feel safe.

Cass is nineteen too. People forget that, sometimes. But she’s nineteen, and if Cass were someone else, it would matter.

She thinks she wants a doll that she doesn’t have to cut with weapons. She thinks she wants a friend she doesn’t have to save. She thinks she wants to try dating a girl, but the thought is also terrifying. Because everyone she loves, she has to help, and it’s weighing on her shoulders and tugging her heart in a thousand different directions until it strains and rips and explodes. Cass takes care of a family; she can’t take care of a girlfriend too. But she wishes she could try it anyway.

It's a normal day, with a normal fight. Cass is at the dinner table with her family. Jason and Bruce are arguing, loud, loud, loud. They don’t understand each other. Cass understands them. If they keep fighting, Jason will storm off and go do something reckless. Bruce will brood and be upset. And Tim will be upset too, because when Jason isn’t there, Bruce looks at Tim with some of his Jason-love even though Tim needs Tim-love.

“Stop!” Cass shouts. Bruce and Jason fall silent. All eyes turn to Cass, who points at Jason. She has done this too many times. “You’re scared,” she says. It’s obvious, but Bruce never sees it. “You think he doesn’t want you.”

“No, I’m not,” Jason lies.

“And you!” Cass points at Bruce. No one tells her it’s rude to point. She wishes they would. “Scared too. Of yourself.”

Bruce looks down at his plate but doesn’t bother lying. He can’t lie to Cass, and he knows it.

Jason deflates. “I already forgave you, old man,” he says.

Cass leans down to Bruce’s ear, graceful as a dancer, and whispers, “Tell him. You love him. Tell him.”

“I love you,” Bruce says.

Jason looks away. Tim smiles. Bruce dares to smile too. The argument ends, and the family eats.

“Thanks, Cass,” Duke says. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Cass thinks about the times she has convinced Bruce to get backup. The times she has persuaded Damian not to go off on his own. The times she has held her family members close to keep them from fighting recklessly in their grief or anger or fear. “Die,” Cass says solemnly.

Her family laughs like it’s a joke.

[ultimate-marysue]

The Batfam and cooking

Alfred: we have so much canon info about this one. He takes pride in meeting the demands of his grandkids, but the kids sometimes just pretend to like it for his peace of mind.

Bruce: No. And I don't mean in the meme way. He's more than capable of sustaining himself and following instructions. He also chooses to subsist on those "nutritional milkshakes". Like to him is not a matter of learning how to cook, he's a chemist measuring his exact nutritional needs in a cup. It's disgusting and he shouldn't be allowed near the blender.

Barbara Gordon: not the best, not the worst. She has cooked, she will cook again. She's also not trying to make anything too fancy. She prefers take out mainly because she has (and will again in the future) burnt her food to a crisp because she got distracted with oracle stuff. A quick check while the potatoes are in the oven is a very dangerous thing.

Dick Grayson: he would love to be that guy that takes Instagramable pictures of his food. Sometimes he manages to do just that, but that's not sustainable for him. He has a few fancy recipes he likes to bring out to impress people or to feel like a responsible adult. Most of the time he's sauteing random vegetables with some rice and chicken and calling it a day. It's good, healthy and filling but is not much in the great scheme of things. I feel like he'd make really good salads too for some reason.

Cassandra Cain: she's not very good at being people. Cooking is part of that, a survival skill and not much more. She really appreciates nice food but doesn't see the point in learning herself when her time is better spent elsewhere. I can see her breaking into the other's houses to join them for dinner because she forgot to make her own.

Jason Todd: this man cooks. I don't care if the whole "Alfred's favorite" thing is a bit fanon, it's fun fanon. I think that since he is aware of how they lie to Alfred sometimes, he'd be an even better cook. He's the kind of guy to make any recipe work first try, even if he keeps workshopping it until it's perfect. He's also very neat and cleans after himself. Cooking helps him wind down after a hard night. If he messes up though he might cry.

Stephanie Brown: she took the whole "cooking is like science" and decided to be a mad scientist. Her cooking works for her because she has crazy tastes. Like she'd make a salami and Nutella sandwich and consider it her Magnum opus. She loves baking too just so she can fuck around and find out. Steph usually leaves the mess there until she needs the space to cook again. Not because she's dirty it's just that she gets so caught up in trying the final product she forgets about it. She stresses the fuck out of Jason.

Tim Drake: he's more of an utilitarian, closer to Cass. He learned a few simple recipes when he was a kid and that's all he needs. Through the years he's had to add a couple more to make it more balanced and fit his needs (first with the increase of physical activity and then the asplenia). He has a very healthy but very limited diet. He refuses to add anything else because there's no need. He already knows how to cook the things he needs and likes well, thank u very much.

Duke Thomas: this man can cook. It takes him a while to get into it, but he has great instinct for it. He's more of a "vibes only" kind of cook, which makes him an awful baker but Alfred has the sweets covered anyways. Part of his process includes picking the spices from the back of the rack that Alfred pretends don't exist. He's creative but not in as much of a messy way as Steph. And unlike her, he does have functioning taste buds so sometimes he ends up a victim of his own hubris. Most times it works out for him.

Damian Wayne Al Gul: he helps his siblings whenever he mooches food from them (because Alfred is the only one that tolerates idle hands in the kitchen). He loves Jason's cooking but he has more fun with Duke and Steph. They allow his input and suggestions which makes him feel like he's contributing. He prefers Duke though, because his success rate is higher.