#BatFam up a new member (or three or six)

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Had a dc x dp brain worm, feel free to use as a prompt <3

Sidenote, I decided to get fancy with the Ancients titles because of course I did lol

Shifting Where = Space (Danny)

Eternal When = Time (Clockwork)

Ever Onward = Speedforce (Ellie)

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Bruce watched the footage again.

And again.

Again.

It didn’t make sense.

A week ago every television, radio, computer, phone - even the LED billboards - had been taken over to deliver a message. Across the United States. In every territory it held. Every military base. Down in the depths of the oceans where American submarines tried to creep past Atlantian patrols. In the endless cold white of Antarctica. Even far above in the International Space Station. Any place the United States Government had control over, any place one of its citizens found themselves. There was the message.

The face of an entity, human in shape but not in form. Hair as gleaming white as starlight, eyes bright as the twisting dance of the Aurora Borealis, skin as cold and blue as the tail of a comet. The entity wore armor as black as the depths of space with a crown to match, the later glinting and shifting with the twisting birth and death of galaxies. A cloak of nebulae danced down his shoulders, eclipsing the world beyond the entity entirely.

He named himself, jaw tight, expression serious.

High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.

The Shifting Where. Son of the Eternal When. Father of the Ever Onward. His Epitaphs many and ever growing. The True Balance. The Bridge Between. The Devourer of Dark. The Last Child of Between. The Great One.

King of the Dead. King of the Infinite Worlds. King of so much more than Bruce had ever even known was possible.

King who had declared war. Who marshaled his endless armies. Who spoke of warnings, of efforts to reach a peace, of trying again and again and again to find a way to not plunge into violence and bloodshed. All things living come to call him King in time, he had no want or need to go out and hurry that along. But there were no options left to him now. He had tried for peace. He had been denied.

He would not see his people suffer any longer. Would not see those he’d sworn to lead and protect imprisoned by fools who had sworn themselves enemies to all the afterlives. Would no longer permit the vicious cruelty to continue.

The message was a final warning.

A final offer.

Three days, Phantom said. The United States government would have three days to release their prisoners, to begin the process of dismantling the laws that made death itself an illegal act.

If they refused, he would lead his endless armies personally in the war to come.

It had not been an idle threat.

Three days after the message, after Bruce and the rest of the Justice League scrambled to try and figure out just what it was it was all about, after Justice League Dark’s members shakily took turns explaining just how powerful the being that had gave that message was and how much danger the world was in should he and his armies march upon their world, war came.

Of all places, it began in a town in Illinois.

The sky shattered like broken glass above, Lazarus Green beyond, and the Dead poured out.

It started in Illinois.

It did not end there.

Bruce watched the footage of it all, eyes burning as he watched every second of CCTV footage, every shaky phone camera video, every news broadcast.

Most of them looked human enough. Changed in death, but recognizably human once. A pair of glowing teenagers on a motorcycle, a writhing shadow twisting about at their command sweeping chaos upon the battlefield. A young woman dressed to perform with hair a literal flame, burning bright blue and snapping furiously as she played devastation upon her enemies with her guitar. A child with corpse gray skin and luminescent green hair, flickering in and out of Bruce’s ability to see as if fighting against a law of existence to be visible, screaming orders to a skeleton crew from his place on deck of a 1700s ship that sailed through the sky, disappearing into clouds before raining down attacks from above.

There was more. Glowing skeletons dressed in the fashions of war spanning every culture going back millennia. Robots with weapons far beyond the technology they had even in the League. Creatures of myth and legend. Things of nightmares.

Leading them all, as he had promised, was Phantom.

He looked younger, smaller. Just a boy, really, a gangly teenager that hadn’t quite finished growing into himself. One holding power beyond anything Bruce could ever imagine, but still just a child as far as he could see, no older than Tim who’d just graduated high school. Frantic research found Phantom appearing as far back as human history, but those sightings had to have been after his death. Bruce can’t help but wonder how young the boy had been when he died, how much of that youth still clung to him through all these eons.

It wasn’t something he’d let him self consider normally, not with something like this.

A dangerous unknown appearing without warning and attacking with unimaginable power and seemingly endless forces. It was something that would normally eclipse everything else. Something that would make Bruce put aside the ache at seeing a face so young twisted in rage.

But.

He watched all the footage.

Civilians were put in the crossfire. Were shot at and endangered. Were left terrified and scrambling for safety in buildings that were rapidly being torn away by stray artillery.

But never by Phantom or his armies.

The dead, in fact, went very far out of their way to ensure civilians weren’t harmed. Sweeping people up out of the way of falling debris. Shielding them from attacks that would have most certainly killed a normal human. Some dead even helped evacuate, ushering a frightened and panicked populous to safety as gently as they were capable of. Some of the less human creatures - giant bear-like beings with horns and fangs and ice edging their burly frames - even rushed forward to offer medical aid.

When the sky shattered open and the armies of the dead swept in, they ignored the town below. They focused instead on what was discovered later to be the base of a secretive government agency. The dead’s fight focused on those individuals in sharp white suits, bearing weapons capable of actually injuring King Phantom’s people.

It was these agents that brought the fight to the streets to Amity Park. That fired recklessly and without thought or care to the casualties they could inflict. That didn’t seem to care if they killed a hundred civilians if it meant hurting just one of Phantom’s soldiers.

Bruce watched all the footage.

And again.

Again.

Phantom had declared war.

Phantom spoke in his message of being out of options, of attempting peace. Phantom gave three days time for the release of captives. Phantom lead armies who fought viciously but never once willingly harmed civilians.

Phantom declared war, but he didn’t want it.

“Amanda Waller has reached out.”

Bruce didn’t turn his attention from the screens before him, eyes burning as he followed Phantom as the King dove away from the middle of locked combat to shield a child from a pulse of green energy from something like a grenade another agent in white had carelessly thrown. The child was crying but unharmed. The left pauldron of Phantom’s armor cracked and shattered from a direct shot from the enemy he’d just been fighting that he’d turned his back on, a glowing green liquid uncomfortably like Lazarus Water dripped down from a smoldering wound.

Clark stepped up to stand beside him as he watched, face worn and tired. The League had missed the first battle, but they’d been quick to appear at the rest. Phantom and his army ignored them unless they put themselves purposefully in the way of the fight. They were, as Justice League Dark had warned, vastly out powered by the entities fighting. A hulking giant knight made of shadow riding a nightmarish steed had driven Clark six feet down into the dirt when he’d attempted to make his way to Phantom directly to try and talk to the king.

The depth Clark had ended up felt like a warning of what would happen if he tried to get close to the king again.

It probably was.

“She said they have intel for us.” A faint twitch of fingers, jaw clenching, voice flat in that way that told Bruce his old friend was fighting back anger with everything he had. “That she has options for how to deal with the insurgence.”

Bruce shut off the monitors.

He’d seen enough.

Now was time to get answers to just what, exactly, Amanda Waller and the US government had done to cause the Dead to rise and rage.

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Part Two Part Three Part Four

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam ☁️ Part Four

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Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven ☁️ Part Eight

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Warning: Obessive behavior, Yandere tendencies, su*c*de/death.

A/N: Finally adding warning labels. We’re getting somewhere. I’ve had some of this written out, but had to add some stuff in to drive it home. Reader’s coping skills are failing, but everyone’s starting to get obsessive. Also, I’ve been fighting myself on drawing art for this. (I’m a bit out of practice.)

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Reader has basically called befriending Damian and Jason a lost cause.

Bruce still avoids reader. And, everyone else is still busy with what Reader assumes is Batwork. (Which is fine, Reader is fine. It’s not like they’re stuck in the manor pacing the halls every damn day.)

Cass and Duke’s get back from their respective missions. They weren’t gone too long, but they’re come back a bit roughed up. They debrief with Bruce and then have to go back to being civilians.

Reader is waiting to comfort them. Not to confront them. Reader’s more concerned with how Duke has a mild limp and how Cass’s knuckles have some bruising than them ditching. Plus, reader is still not completely sure that her family is Gotham’s vigilantes. They need to confirm.

But, Duke and Cass both appreciate Reader checking on them and not asking questions. Cass suspects Reader suspects something, judging by Reader’s body language. But, it’s nice for someone who’s naturally soft to be soft with you.

Duke appreciates how Reader treats him so, normally. In a way it reminds him of his childhood, when things were easier. He has a normal friend now, completely mostly free of Gotham’s crazy.

Reader is happy their back, but disappointed that they won’t be going to the school gala. In fact, a few family members make comments about how it sounds like a waste of time.

Bruce, however, is actually happy Reader is excited. And, Reader gets even more excited when one of their new friends ask to be their date. Reader’s date is so genuinely excited about going to this Gala with Reader. (Uh-oh, that’s not good.)

Some of Reader’s other friends, the more haughty and wealthy ones, tell Reader that they should’ve picked someone more… refined. Which Reader defends that their Date is perfectly sweet and good looking to boot.

But, this leads Reader to decide not to tell anyone in the family about their date. They don’t want to hear the same thing from their Gotham family. Reader does inform BFF, younger brother, and Nana of their date. For some reason, BFF was a bit disgruntled, and even Nana tried to convince them it was probably best not to go. Younger Brother was encouraging reader to have fun. (But he was whispering into the phone, and asking Reader if he could come visit them soon. Please. People are acting weird here. Is everything okay, do you need me to come home. No. No. Don’t— It’s fine. I just wanna come visit you.)

But, reader was committed to going and enjoying their date and wearing their custom made outfit.

That night, Reader was given Bruce’s permission to get ready at one of their friends’ houses. Reader was practically spoiled by their friends, it was almost a bit overwhelming. Their date meet them at the Gala escorting them inside and having a wonderful time. (I hope it last. It’s not going to though. How sad.)

At the end of the night, their Date escorted them home. To end a near perfect night Reader got a kiss. A long and pretty heated kiss. Right in front of the Entrance camera.

Tim had pulled up the camera feed when Reader got home, at Bruce’s request, just to check on Reader. (He was going to do it anyway.) The entire family was winding down from Patrol in the Batcave when the feed came on. Leaving them all to get a front row seat to Reader’s little act of rebellion.

(That’s all this was, right. Just a little act of rebellion. This won’t happen again, obviously. They won’t fucking let it.)

Bruce is livid. It doesn’t help that Jason wolf-whistles to further enrage him. (Jason is making plans to break someone’s leg though. Possibly the Dates. How fucking dare they corrupt you, that’s his job.)

Stephane is honestly impressed, didn’t think Reader had it in them. (How cute! I wonder what we could get up to together.)

Duke, sweet Duke, didn’t want to see that. His (best) friend getting tongued down on camera. He’s going to need bleach and therapy. (Why would you do that? When you can just game with him. You’re his bro. Gross.)

Cassandra is… understanding. Reader has needs. Reader wants affection. That’s fine. But, not that one. Pick someone else. (Llet her pick, actually. You can’t read people like her, you need someone better. Someone you she can trust. She needs to approve of them first.)

Dick is more disapproving, but he understands. Still, this changes how he sees Reader. Sweet innocent helpless Reader has a wild side. (But still reader is clearly helpless, obviously they don’t know what they’re doing.)

It also changes how Barbara sees Reader. Or confirms. Barbara runs under the assumption that Reader is more like Bruce than anyone realizes. (She’s not wrong, but it’s not in the way she thinks.) Bruce is a bit of natural flirt, he just hides it in his ‘Brucie’ persona. Reader apparently takes after that. (Damian sure didn’t.)

Damian, is disgusted, disappointed, and disapproving. He doesn’t doubt Father will scold you, but your date needs to be dealt with and all other suitors as well. (He’ll take care of it. He’s your brother, that’s his job.)

Tim, however, is legitimately jealous. He wanted to see this side of reader first. He got a glimpse of it before, but he wants it for himself now that he sees the full thing. (Also, right in front of the camera? Did Reader know it was there? If they did, would they be okay with Tim filming them more? Just to observe, please.)

Tim immediately starts pulling up all the information he can about Reader’s date. Without Bruce’s prompting this time. Bruce does nod in approval before marching to the entrance. Intent on putting an end to this and giving Reader a firm talking to.

It goes, horribly. Date is forced to leave and Bruce tears into Reader. (What happened to the outfit I bought you? Why didn’t you tell me you had a date? I didn’t approve of this. I don’t care that you’re back on time or that you’re old enough, you’re my child! Mine! You get my approval first.)

Reader stays composed, barely. The good news is that the brutal scolding is the only consequence Reader faces. (Bruce is more upset about Reader not seeking his approval than doing something he disapproves of. He’s your father. He should have a damn say. Would you have done this to D̴̖̞͑̊̓a̷͎͗̇d̸̜͍̩̓̎d̸̪̩̟̆̎y̶̛̼̌? Why are you doing this to him?)

The bad news, Reader’s date’s life is over. With just a few clicks from Tim and approval from Bruce, Date’s family company falling apart. Reported to the government, lawsuits filed by third-parties. Hidden debts needing to be collected NOW. Any misfiled taxes? Found and reported. And, most importantly, all calls and ways for Date to contact reader again, blocked.

Socially and financially, Date’s life is ruined in less than twenty-four hours. Worst of all, Reader doesn’t know. They’re still on cloud nine about the night, despite Bruce’s lecture. But, come Sunday morning, two days later, things fall apart.

Date is reported dead. Apparent suic1de just the night before. The financial implosion of the family was named the apparent reason.

Reader is distraught, confused, and hurt. What happened? What’s going on? This can’t be happening. I don’t want to lose anymore people I care about. I don’t want to lose someone like Momma and Daddy again.

Reader’s Gotham friends console Reader, saying it’s not their fault. That Date struggled with thought before. Don’t blame yourself. (They weren’t worth your time.)

Surprisingly enough, it’s Dick that finds reader having a borderline breakdown.

Dick clings and coddles and coos, but this time. Reader clings back. Reader clings back tight. Desperate for comfort. Which is surprising for Dick.

Most of the family tends to brush off his attempts at comfort until they hit rock bottom. For once, this isn’t someone hitting rock bottom before they need him. This is someone that’s just genuinely sad and overwhelmed and needs wants him.

Dick also ran under the assumption that Reader was allergic to affection, like Damian and Bruce. But, apparently, that wasn’t the case. It’s a nice feeling. To have someone not fight him when he tries to be comforting. Someone who is happy to take it. Of course, he doesn’t stay long. Once Reader pulls themselves together he’s got to get back to Buldhaven, but this time he leaves a bit slower. (But, him leaving somehow makes Reader feel worse.)

[kawaiichibiart]

Fuck it

JL Meets the BatFam scenarios:

I already mentioned the whole "JL thought the Robins were literal fucking birds" thing (kinda what caused this to happen)

Kinda a rewrite of Teen Titans, the League is there when Starfire escapes from her enslavers but they aren't able to talk with her (language barrier combined with a "healthy" dose of fear). She sees them all as her enemy and is ready to fight. The League is wondering how to get her to calm down and are considering knocking her out when this kid in a costume walks over and somehow gets her to calm dow- why did she kiss- WHY CAN SHE SPEAK ENGLISH NOW?! (I can see this as a series of short stories where they'll meet a different BatFam member as it goes on, starting obviously with Dick).

We gotta throw in a reverse!Robin au: Batman shows up late to a meeting, which upon arrival, he only says he was getting his son out of prison. And, well, okay. First off, why was his son in prison? And two, WHY WAS HIS SON IN PRISON?! The Batman. Has a son. Who was in prison. And he had to bail him out. The meeting diverges from it's original content because they all want to know what his son did. What did he do that got him arrested? The zeta tubes come to life and a stoic looking man (JL, thinking: who the hell is THAT?!) walks over with a little boy, whom he drops on Batman's lap. He says nothing and leaves. And Batman just answers the question with: He was born. It's short and straight to the point. He'll later tell the league the little boy was his son that he had to get out of prison. And that lead to the story of how he and his other children (THERE ARE MORE?!) saw the little boy lose his family and home all in one night. That stoic boy? His eldest and only biological son. He has two more sons, aside from his eldest and youngest, and a daughter, making for five kids in total. Six if he counted Batgirl/Spoiler (Steph).

The League gets infiltrated by Batman's birds. He has no idea when they snuck into the Watch Tower, but he's not about to tell the rest of the League. He can use this as a training exercise. See who catches on. If they catch on.

(fem!Dick Grayson) The League has heard about Bruce Wayne and his many (5) children. They've seen them and have rescued them many times. There's the eldest, Richelle "it's Dick not Dixie, Elle or Ellie" Grayson, the second oldest, Cassandra "I could murder you if I wanted to" Cain, the middle child, Jason "fuck you I literally died" Todd, the second youngest, Timothy "sleep is for the weak and the dead" Drake, and the youngest, Damian "if I wasn't being held back I would murder you" Wayne. No they're not exaggerating with the names. What they don't know is that all these kids have worked with them, until one of them calls Bruce "dad" (post Batman identity reveal).

Batman, that is a child. Why are you letting a child fight crime?! Come here sweetie, we'll take you somewhe- HE BIT ME?! (aka JL meets Dick Grayson during his early Robin days, when he's absolutely a feral menace and will actually bite you. They assume once a new Robin shows up, things will be different. It isn't.)

Leaguer, waving to Batman as they pass him: Batman. Batman. Batma- Leaguer, stops and stares at three Batmans: Wait- (JL meets the Batfam by them all showing up to the Watchtower dressed as Batman, Bruce pretends they're not there, but he was the one who okayed the idea. He won't admit it out loud, but honestly it is kinda funny.)

[mik3stuff]

Billy Cane (my DC self insert) lore

PART ONE - Backstory (before Batfam)

Before moving to Gotham, Billy lived in the northeast of Brazil, but because of his parents' work, he had to move to New Jersey. At the time, he was six years old and his egg had not yet cracked.

Around the age of nine, his parents, his older brother and he were kidnapped by the Joker, who killed his parents but only managed to slightly injure him before they were found and the Joker was arrested. Despite this, he still broke his ankle trying to escape, something that would leave long-term consequences. (+ the trauma of having his parents killed in front of him by an extremely bizarre and pisciotic clown, duh)

Despite this, his brother came out of the situation relatively well (or as well as he could at least), having dislocated his wrist (something that would also leave some after-effects), but still having to go to college and work after a few weeks.

(He still wanted to take his little brother and run away from that crazy town, but he knew that if they moved they could end up in an unpleasant financial situation and he could lose custody of his brother - like Lilo and Nanny from Lilo and Stitch - so he decided to stay, finish architecture school and try to get a stable job for now)

Now that his brother had to spend the whole day away at work and college, and the little time he did spend at home he was either tired or sleeping, Billy found himself with time to go out shopping and DIY-ing a few things to become the city's new vigilante when he wasn't at school.

PART TWO - The Beginning (self explanatory)

After the 'Joker Incident' some members of the Batfam decided to keep an eye on things to make sure everything went well.

(It didn't last more then a year until Cass found a little Jester sneaking out of the window in the middle of the night)

(The DIY clay mask looked pretty fucking awsome tho, she would give him that)

A week of patrol later and Billy found himself under Black Bat's wing after being cornered by a guy much bigger than him and all he knew was that now either he dropped the mantle, or he was going to have a superheroine on his tail insisting he drop it every night.

After two months of persistent bargaining and three near-death experiences Black Bat agrees to let him join her as 'Ghost Robin'

('Jason will be SO petty lmao' 'who's Jason? can i meet him?' '...not now kiddo')

PART THREE - Now (super-hero funky facts)

Jason was, indeed, very petty. Mostly by him being a kid ('Cass?? The hell?? i trusted you!') but also by the 'Ghost Robin' thing tho he would never admit it

He got along with Stephie, Babs and Duke right away, after three days he got along with Tim, it took him a month to get close to Dick, Bruce and Selina but he didn't give up.

Jason and Damian were certainly the most stubborn, but they were also the ones he tried the hardest for.

Damian because they're only a year apart, Jason because 'OH MY LORD IT'S RED HOOD *fanboy-ish sounds*'

took him three moths but he got them to like him a bit more then he expected...

(no romantic intonation please! familial for all of them)

Talia is like a mom to him too

Adopted by Los Todd-Kent (Jaysumm)

There are still details that refer to a jester in the uniform. He intends to go back to that costume when he stop being Robin

He becomes a member of the Outlaws later on as Redhoods sidekick a.k.a. Bones

PART FOUR - Extra (more funky little facts)

Currently between 12/13 years old

His full name is Izaak Guilherme Mauricio Dias Cane, but Billy is his nickname and William is easier to pronounce then Guilherme

His brother prob already knows, he just doesn't know how to ask

Sometimes him and Damian will be found sitting together drawing on the couch in the purest and most complete silence

Autsim (AuDHD)

He acts, sings, draw, paint, sculpt, sews, crochets and also makes beaded bracelets. Not for lack of something to do lmao

Jason is also teaching him how to cook and play bass

Candy, chocolate and cinnamon cake and Ice cream addiction

Has choccy milk, cheese sandwich and watermelon as his safe foods

He started dying a strand of his hair green because of Summer (@punkeropercyjackson)

Fights Muay Thai and do Skateboarding

PART BONUS - Related Posts

This post by my pseudo-mom Summer (a.k.a. @ punkeropercyjackson but I already tagged him)

This post and this post that are just like, silly headcanons, fun facts and interaction with other characters

@maxarat @yukii0nna

[dancingbabya]

Stuck in a time line where all the useless head cannons and information I’ve gathered about Batman specifically over the many years I’ve watched it as a child and looked for information from the comics and other places I could get it: I wish for it to stop being mixed together in the blender that is my mind.

Story plot one based on a story I read: mystical bond between two individuals enforced due to a deal made before the children were born.

Story plot two stemming from story one and the unsettling obsession with Harley Quinn and delving deeper: Harley lied to her daughter and told her she had an older sibling, didn’t expect that the child she specifically took out of Gotham would end up right back in Gotham.

Story plot three has nothing to do with the first two, and instead incorporate the oc’s from them into the story and started from the idea that spider man is their own universe not apart of marvel because I never made that connection it just exists on its own and Addams family: the Addams have an adopted child who happens to only be living due to an escaped alien symbiote. Because certain individuals feel the Addams are odd the try to torment the seemingly normal child and cause an accident which almost results in a teacher being eaten. Oldest child goes to Gotham to finish their last year of school, Batfam kind of navigating around the half alien in the house

Story plot four stemming from a one shot that started eating at my brain and didn’t leave: Alien child was bounded from planet to planet escaping the destruction of the suns, said child is the last of a now extinct species who’s bodies cleans the environment around them and change toxins into usable materials. Child’s escape pod gets too close to the tower, three of the justice league members recognize that this a literal baby and doesn��t understand anything going on, gets inadvertently adopted by Batman because of course.

Story plot five coming from Dannyphantom oc that I couldn’t find a good over arching plot for, and am now stuck in some sort of weird pipeline where I made a mess of crossovers because it’s also got Addams, Kim possible and MHA: Jack dies due to the ectoplasm exposure and Danny couldn’t figure out exactly how it was effecting his dad. Maddie essentially cuts off everyone. Danny takes his adopted little sister and they relocate to Gotham with the help of Diana. Along the way they also add Dani who decides to change her name and more sinister things seems to make an appearance with the three new half ghost kids.

Story plot six based on an old teen titans fanfic altered to be Batfam fic: one other thing happen when Dick Grayson lost his parents his little sister went missing. Only to be returned to earth as an exiled princess of a distant planetary system. But the least of their worries is if she will accidentally cause an early ice age to earth.

It feels a little better putting them into words. Um yeah this exists now. I’m not really sure if I’ll make the stories and link them but there out there now.

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

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Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment."  Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

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All That Jazz (Jason Todd x Theater Star!Reader)

-Requested by: @inconspicuousasparagus​  

(Sorry I didn’t include the Batfam, girl! I hope you still do like this though!)

The last three smut fics had public sex in it. I swear I’m not a felon.

WORDS: 2431 WARNINGS: MASTURBATION IN A CAR. BLOWJOB IN A CAR. IN PUBLIC. LOTS OF DIRTY TALK. AND GETTING A BONER AT THE WORST TIME

Masterlist

Slick your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

And all that Jazz

This song. This fucking song. This fucking song that never seemed to end. He knew this scene was going to bite him in the ass, but there wasn’t any worse possible time for him to get a fucking huge boner. Jason shifted around his seat with as little movement as possible.

He placed his hand on his crotch. Fuck. The friction just made it worse.

He tried with the arm rests, but the two people beside him had them occupied.

He bit on his hand. Focus on the pain. Look anywhere else on stage. Just not at you. Jason shouldn’t have bought a seat so fucking close. He could see the lace of your stockings, the ties on the corset, the bright red on your lips that he desperately wanted against his dick. Fuck. It was getting bigger.

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz

Velma Kelly. It was your first night as Velma Kelly during your run as an understudy, and you only had a few performances. You were so happy when you heard the news, and Jason was even more pumped. He watched other performances of Velma with you and he couldn’t wait to see you on stage as one of the sexiest characters in any musical. You had a fantastic voice, and tonight, it resonated into him and went straight down to his fucking crotch.

He didn’t know he had a thing for 1920s vaudeville girls in fishnets and bob wigs. Fuck, how was he supposed to know that? Maybe it was because it was you. It was probably that. Or not, because he wasn’t going to look at tiny black dresses the same way again.

Your legs were up in the air, your arms were around another man. But instead of feeling the slightest pang of jealousy like he usually does; it only gave him a more accurate image of how you’d run your hands all over his chest if you were in character.

Motherfucker. He was going to draw blood eventually from chewing at his gums so much.

The scene did eventually end. And it was only the overture.

He prayed he’ll get through the night.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jason was already outside waiting for you, and immediately he pulled you into the tightest hug, never mind the bulk of your coat and his. It was the final touch of the victorious sense of pride you needed after your first successful performance.

“You. Were. Amazing.”

“Thank you!” You grabbed his face and kissed him hard even as the other cast members had walked out the door and gave you knowing glances you couldn’t care less about. Jason wasn’t going out for patrol tonight. Even after the performance. It was your night. He was going to dedicate the whole of his to you.

“I thought I messed up my lines back there,” you squealed. “Hopefully no one noticed!”

“You were perfect. In every way. I’m so proud of you.” He hugged you again and kissed the top of your head. You couldn’t stop smiling, inhaling into his neck and enjoying that lighthearted, blissful rush through your whole body.

“I have more good news!” You handed him your phone with a screenshot of an email you got while you were performing.

“They loved my audition! I’m officially Anne Boleyn in the Original Gotham Cast of SIX!”

“HOLY SHIT, WOMAN.” Jason snatched your phone and read through the contents. You couldn’t stop squealing and hugging him, jumping around even with his large chest in your arms. He kept kissing your face, neck, anywhere that wasn’t covered to hide from the cold. He kept saying ‘I’m so proud of you’ ‘God, you’re amazing’ ‘I’m so lucky to have you’ over and over like it was the only set of words he knew at the moment.

“Jason, you can totally go on patrol tonight if you want to-“

“Oh, no.” he pulled you into his arm and walked you out of the alley back to the car. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. Not after that performance.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you have your costume with you?”

He opened the car door for you and you stopped to look at him skeptically. “No, but I’m wearing a black dress underneath my coa-“

“Good enough. Get in the car.”

You laughed when he walked over to the driver’s seat a bit too eagerly. Like he was skipping like a little boy. You drove out of the theater and turned the heater on.

Jason turned to you, and everytime you stopped at an intersection, he’d put his hand on your knee and squeeze it. The car was getting too hot, so you took off your large coat.

His mouth instinctively began to water. The black dress wasn’t the same. It had long sleeves that covered most of your arms, but your had boots on so you only had thin leggings underneath you still looked so hot. And the lipstick you had on hadn’t faded. Jason drove his hand further up your leg, then pulled away when the light turned green.

“Jason, you are horny as fuck.”

“You can’t fucking blame me when you were up there in fishnets, Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop laughing after that. “Were you hard for the last two hours?”

“Three. I had a boner since the overture.”

“Oh. My God.”

Another traffic light. And it didn’t look like he was going to get past this after the next one. The traffic was a fucking ass and it wasn’t going to be until another thirty minutes until he reaches the apartment at this rate.

“You looked so fucking hot. As much as I loved the show I couldn’t wait to get home and fuck the living daylights out of you.”

“Mmm,” you hummed and leaned in against his ear. “Would you like me to sing while you’re at it?”

“You’ll be screaming the highest fucking notes you never thought you’d reach.”

Jason’s hand went to your leg again, this time playing with the thin fabric going all the way up to your upper thigh.

“I swear I’ve never had a boner like that in public in my life. I had to go to the bathroom twice in the intermission. I almost wanted to jack off while I was at it if not for the line. Fuck, I couldn’t take it. You’re so fucking hot. Your performance was one thing but the costumes you wore. Shit¸ I couldn’t stop staring at your ass.”

He squeezed your leg. You could feel your juices seeping through your underwear.

“Jay,” you breathed too heavily. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, kitten.”

You looked at him with the hottest smirk and made sure the red of your lips were what his eyes were on when you licked them intensely. Further up, his hand reached the waist band of your tights, just as the cars began to move. “Fuck.”

He turned the car to the right. Whichever was the quickest way to the apartment. But there was traffic no matter where he went. He stopped again at a red light, and his hand went back to your hip, under your tights and underwear so he could have at it with your cunt.

“Fuck,” you moaned. It was the same sounds you made on stage when you sang. You threw your head back and reclined your seat.

“These windows are tinted right?”

“This used to be Bruce’s. Of course, it’s tinted. It’s practically a mirror.”

“Good,” you laid back and kicked off your boots. You were getting so wet. Your hand was gripping your hair just as he started circling your clit, gathering your wetness and stimulated it with more pressure than he usually gives you. He was rougher tonight, and you gasped when he pressed on it a bit too hard.

“That’s it. Lay down. Lick those red lips for me.”

You did just that, and his fingers violated your clit even faster. Your moans were getting louder, and you could only hope this car was sound proof. You bit the back of your hand but Jason pulled it away from you.

He heard a car honk its horn and it turns out the light had been green for a while. Jason cursed beneath his breath and you took it as a chance to relax. “Play with yourself, kitten. I’ll watch you.”

You couldn’t argue. Your hand continued Jason’s job and you spread your legs even wider, never taking your eyes off him while you played with your folds the way he’d do it. You circled your clit, inserted a finger or two into your hole, or teased yourself with neither of those sweet spots just to drag it out. He’d watch you when he had the chance, and his breaths were short, his chest heaving, and the sounds of your long, needy moans, his cock was painfully asking for some action in his pants.

“Lick your fingers and squeeze those tits.”

You kept at it. There were the beginning flashes of an orgasm, shocking you to your core and making you tremble and twitch, but you slowed down just as those flashes happened, then went faster again once the shocks simmered down. Your other hand that had been squeezing your breast under your shirt was now around your neck. You brought your fingers to your mouth, dragging them long and hard with your lips wrapped around them, so harshly that your lipstick stained.

You took your tights off, and your pussy clenched at the exposure of the colder air. You raised your legs up, and he had a perfect view of your cunt. You inserted your middle and ring finger inside you and slowly pumped them in and out, filling the air of the sounds of your lapping juices and your animalistic moans.

You looked at Jason, then watched your own fingers with your mouth locked open. You craned your head over, watching you fuck yourself, watching it happen as the wonderful sensations buzzing through you as a result from your own doing, then you went faster and threw your head back against the seat. Your other leg snaked around Jason’s thighs, causing enough friction against his pants to drive him insane. A sharp turn around and you were met with a dark, lightless alley where he parked.

“Jay, why are we h-here?” you asked even with your fingers inside you.

Jason didn’t answer and instead, removed your hand so he could replace it back with his, with his other hand this time.  He leaned over you, lips on yours while he violently fucked you with his fingers. The slow buzzing through your limbs were now a fast, overwhelming current that sent you screaming in an instant. The sound of your wetness, and how his fingers sent you thrashing uncontrollably in your seat. You grabbed the hand holder by your seat and gripped tightly just to contain it, but he only went faster, curling his fingers at just the right angle.

His hand was on your hair, gripping it tightly when he felt you come hard. You were violently shaking, holding onto his arms this time. It was so wonderful, and you bit his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming too loud. The heavenly highs that sent your limbs almost to the point of dysfunction. It was so fucking good. You panted as the high subsided.

He pulled his fingers out, bringing it up to your lips for you to lick. Jason kissed you again and sat right back against his seat.

His dick was practically poking out of his pants. The clock in your car told you had about thirty minutes past midnight. You still wanted more. One round was never good enough. Jason ran a hand through your hair and you went with it, leaning over his cock.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the end of me.”

“Your cock obviously can’t wait any longer.”

You unzipped his pants, and your legs went up to the seat so you could fold them under you while you worked. Jason could see your pussy still throbbing through the reflection in the window, so he brought his hand back onto your cunt just to wet his own fingers.

A sharp slap to your ass cheek, just before he smoothed it over with his palm. You freed his cock and it was already leaking so much, it looked like he was cumming in his pants. You took no time to wait and took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and widening your mouth as much as you could.

He turned the music up. All That Jazz. The one from the movie. It was playing from his phone. You giggled at that took him whole, pumping the bottom half with your hand. He held onto your hair and guided your head to his own liking.

He wasn’t going to last long. Jason wanted it fast, too. The rush of being in an alley. So dark, yet you could unmistakably look at every detail of you like you were perfectly lit up. He threw his head back, moaning your name. You felt his palm over your ass and went faster when you felt him squeeze.

You choked with him in your throat and gagged, swallowing around him which made him twitch. Another sharp slap against your ass, and you bobbed your head violently and hollowed your cheeks, sticking your tongue out with the amount of drool wet enough to drench his underwear.

He busted so much of his load into you, and you kept swallowing around him, over and over to let him ride out his high. His hand on your ass was tight enough to leave a mark, and you swirled your tongue around the tip just as the last of his cum blew into you.

A bit of his cum was on your mouth. Your lipstick was almost entirely faded by now, so you licked the last of it, including the cum.

Jason kissed you immediately, and held your face.

“Are we gonna reach home soon enough or are we gonna do it right here?”

He looked back. There was still no one around. No one usually came here even at this hour. Not even criminals liked hanging out at this corner.

“I think we’re fine here.”

Jason held your chin and slowly slid on top of you, spreading your legs and reclining your seat even further.

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[jasontoddiefor]

Batfam Fanfic Rec Sunday!

I’ve decided to do something worthwhile with my 1400+ Batfam bookmarks, therefore I welcome you to my first Fanfic Rec Sunday. Every Sunday I guess I’ll recommend fanfictions for a specific theme, AU, trope, etc.

Feel free to request specific themes or AUs and I’ll do my best to search for fitting fanfiction!

(”Oh, I’ve always wanted to read something like a Brooklyn 99 crossover!” ”I’ve got your back, young reader.”)

This week’s theme is Time Travel & Batman Beyond!

And I’ve got 28 amazing fanfics for you below the read more!

Have fun and don’t forget to leave these lovely writers a comment!

Title: A Gift to Cherish Summary: The wonderful thing about being hurdled through time and space is that Jason doesn’t have to deal with the fallout of not listening to Bruce. The awful, terrible, no good very bad part of hurtling through time and space is that he has no idea where he is. It’s all up to wormhole he was thrown into to decide where he gets spit out to. In which Jason is thrown into a future he never came back to, and gets to heal, just a little bit. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20226775

Title: A Good Place Summary: Damian Wayne is kidnapped and sent back years through time. Together, he and Father – who's only been Batman for a mere six months –must figure out how to return him to his own time. Over the course of the next week, Damian discovers that Mexican gangsters do not mess around, that social workers find Bruce annoying, that Bruce might be a little messed up, and that crystal chandeliers create the fondest memories. Oh. And Alfred has hair. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13515501

Title: A hundred miles through the desert Summary: Finding himself nearly three decades into the past hadn't been part of Jason's plans for the day, but he could manage. Having no idea how he got there, no clear path home and a recently orphaned Bruce Wayne determined to drag Jason into his search for his parents' killer - that might be a little more complicated. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18197330

Title: And They’re Only Getting Better Summary: 90's!Tim Drake wakes up in his Red Robin body. Exhausted from a YJ mission, he chooses to focus on getting through a normal day so as not to disrupt things for his future self. But, y'know, his way. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10522401

Title: A Time to Reflect Summary: Bruce finds himself stuck in the past, and while waiting for the league to pick him up, struggles to get along with his past self. Plus being in a practically empty manor is a bigger adjustment than he'd like to admit. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20156707

Title: Back to the Past Summary: Bruce is Robin, his dad isn't Batman though, despite how similar the outfits are. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17237258

Title: Careful what you wish for Summary: Sometimes, Batman can’t help but miss the time when Dick was the one and only Robin. In a world with magical imps, he should have known better. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15009647

Title: Choose - Lose Summary: Tim looked to the empty space where the time traveler had stood, a forgettable man with a forgettable face in a forgettable shabby brown suit, and had made his unforgettable offer. You can save him. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18320876

Title: Cocoa in April Summary: There are strict rules when it comes to time-traveling. But when Dick is faced with an adorable young Bruce when he's accidentally sent back to 1988, he can't resist a conversation. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16888914

Title: death sucks (and then you live) Summary: Red Hood is starting to put some serious plans in motion when he's attacked by a not-so-welcome blast from the past. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15532380

Title: Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep Summary: I am not here I do not sleep. Terry wants to say he's okay with cemeteries. But taking your kinda boss, kinda mentor, kinda surrogate father-figure to his creepy family cemetery does not make him feel good. He didn't realize just how much Bruce mourns. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19378990

Title: In my arms Summary: There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could change. Those were the rules of the past. Besides, babies cried all the time, even if this was less a cry and more of an angry wail from a little one pushed past its limits. But still. He should have been on his way. He likely would have been, had this been a different home. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20728655

Title: Innocence and experience Summary: What starts as a normal patrol ends up shaking up the world of Young Justice when a boy claiming to be a future Robin drops from the sky while chasing after a man in white. The Team struggles to deal with Damian and the future he represents all the while trying to return him to his rightful time. But for what purpose is this new villain in the past and can Damian and the Team stop him? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9224534

Title: I Used to Be an Adventurer Like You, Then I Took an Arrow to the Knee Summary: Stephanie was just on patrol and now she’s stuck somewhere, sometime, with Bruce. They bleed and bond and mostly try to keep each other alive— you know, just a Tuesday. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16437716

Title: life, if well lived Summary: Jason wakes up from a time-travel mishap to find Thomas and Martha Wayne hovering over him. Just another day in the life, right? ...Not quite. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18378512

Title: Lost and Found Summary: Bruce is dying. Slowly, painfully. Not going out in a blaze of glory and defiance for a greater purpose. He's caving under the weight of his own age, under the damage he's done to his heart through the years. Terry can't be by his side constantly to do damage control. More than that, he can't watch it happen with no reprieve. But there's no one else. Terry needs help keeping vigil by an ill Bruce's bedside. But the old man had kids once, didn't he? Are the bridges he burned unable to be rebuilt? As he observes, Terry definitely starts to wonder how this family used to be. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12214692

Title: meet the robins Summary: sad little orphan bruce travels to the future and meets the family he’ll have one day :) too bad he can’t stay forever :( Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2685095

Title: Mint Chocolate Chip Summary: Summer vacations have been going on just long enough for Jason to start getting bored, when he gets an unexpected visitor. From the future. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18860545

Title: no one seems to go Summary: “Father,” Bruce mumbles, “I am something of an outlaw.” “Were you always this dramatic, son?” Thomas asks, the bed beneath them shaking as he shifts. “Alfred.” Bruce snorts, shaking his head. “Theatrics are his speciality, remember?” Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15663957

Title: Of your own making Summary: Jason died. Then he came back, forty years too late. It takes time to adjust. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20211523

Title: One Big Batty Family Summary: In which Billy Batson and the McGinnis siblings join the present day Batfam. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1133567

Title: Oops I did it again Summary: "You're insane." Or possibly an insane dream from eating chili dogs before bed. Which one Jason wasn't sure since he had yet to pinch himself. "I'm a member of the longer existing Dead Robins Club that doesn't even give you a lousy shirt. Not shocking Jay." Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/936921

Title: Raisin Delight Summary: A year after Jason Todd dies, Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne take on the case when they notice strange occurrences in Gotham city. This has disastrous consequences, but so do most things that Tim gets caught up in, so what's new, really. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15644082

Title: Realization Summary: Bruce makes a discovery while conducting a check-up on Terry. Takes place midway through the "Splicers" episode. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/377468

Title: Strange Manor Summary: Bruce let his eyes close to wallow for a moment in worry and fear for Jason. One second, two, three. He opened his eyes. Time to act. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13474308

Title: The Incandescent Rose Summary: Terry McGinnis (the new Batman) impulsively asks marriage proposal advice from his mentor and grumpy father figure Bruce Wayne. When the older man describes a proposal in which he had been yelled at and abandoned, Terry can't help investigate the matter by seeing some of Bruce's most knowledgeable friends and family members. This search prompts someone else into action. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19414228

Title: The Time Travel Problem Summary: Barry Allen and Clark Kent, follow Bruce around during a time travel mission through Gotham City's recent past. If only Bruce would stay focused. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21143081

Title: Younger Bruce, Older Jason Summary: Jason wakes up in the dead of night to an unexpected visitor. (Like you’ve never heard that one before...) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14867975

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

pirate au? Like, Barbary coast pirate, not basement troll pirate?

I’m still laughing that you felt the need to specify the difference in pirates. You didn’t specify what fandom though so you get newsies. If it was the other pirate maybe you’d get batfam :p

Jack doesn’t remember deciding to be a pirate. He just… was? When he was a kid he lived in a port city and his dad was a sailor and his mom got sick and he thought he knew what ship was his father’s except apparently that was wrong and he was little and hurting and by the time the crew found him they were already out at sea. It’s not like pirates really are bloodthirsty, they have their own rules they’re just different from everyone else’s. Even they see an upset, cold, hungry, and very lost little kid stowing away behind a potato sack and they want to help the kid. They didn’t want anyone to think they’d kidnapped Jack and well working on the ship was hard but it was better than being stuck on his own. Here he got fed. Here he had people watching out for him.

No one wanted to take care of a kid who didn’t walk right so Crutchie ran away. He made a pretty good kitchen boy though and managed to trade work for a room, even if it took him a while to get to the next town. He’d heard stories of a pirate ship called the Santa Fe run by a captain who was supposedly a child. He knew that the rumors were definitely exaggerated but he was still surprised to see the captain, who insisted on being just called Jack, wasn’t much older than he was. Now Crutchie wasn’t a kid anymore and he certainly wouldn’t have said that he was an adult either but Jack was still someone who, initially, Crutchie assumed was just another member of the crew though he was young by all standards. Crutchie hadn’t even had to ask if he could join Jack, the other man had walked up to him while Crutchie was working behind the bar - he’d been in the port city for a while and had managed to prove he could do more than scrub pots - and Jack had asked him if he’d wanted to go on an adventure. Next thing he knew he was on the ship and someone was handing him a hat “Cause you ain’t a proper pirate without a hat.” 

The Jacobs family had lived a fairly average life, until the British Royal Navy decided to occupy the small coastal town they called home. Davey hated them, they did and took whatever they wanted when his father worked so hard just to feed his family. They were supposed to be the good guys, pirates were the thieves, yet they were the ones who stole. The final straw came when Davey and Sarah were walking home from market when one of the soldiers grabbed Sarah by the elbow as they passed. He made he drop their food as she wrenched her arm away and well the two siblings fought back when he went to hit her. Davey and Sarah won. Which was almost worst. Thankfully a group of pirates had docked in the bay and were slowly making their way through the town, disposing of the British Navy as they went. Two of them noticed the fight and managed to stop the siblings as they ran, relaying the news of the town’s takeover. Or maybe rescue. He offered them a place on the ship should they want it, telling Sarah they could use someone with her right hook. Davey scoffed, “Shouldn’t you ask the captain?” The pirate smiled, “I am the captain.” Davey’s mouth fell open, he had to have been the same age as them. Sarah glanced at Davey before turning back to him, “Let me go pack a bag.” Davey turned his shock on his sister. “Things will be better now and we can send money home and don’t you want to help people, David?” A few hours later they were setting sail for Port Royal. 

Katherine’s father owned the newspaper, the only one in the whole capitol city, which meant that he also held a lot of power. Katherine wasn’t the eldest, so she was expected to marry well but it wasn’t her only expectation in life. She wasn’t the youngest, so she didn’t get dotted on. Mainly, she was left to her own devices which was just fine with her. She was well educated and even better read. She wrote often, sending anonymous essays to her father’s paper. Her father was a proud and loyal citizen to the crown. Katherine had never even set foot on British soil. Not properly British at least. She was born and raised in the colony, and the meaner society women said that it showed. She didn’t necessarily want to go to London, she just wanted to go. When a group of pirates were caught not far off the coast and brought in to be hanged Katherine saw her chance. She stole her brothers’ clothes and sword and pistols and hid it all under her most pretentious cloak. If she was going out it was in a blaze of glory. From her spot in the crowd Katherine frowned, there were more than she had expected lined up on the platform with hoods over their heads. Six. Katherine knew she’d be able to free two, maybe three but six? Well, she had enough weaponry for a small army so she could share and enlist the rescuees in the rescuing. And hope the rest of the crew was lurking around somewhere as backup. It was now or never and Katherine was getting off this damned island if it killed her, or die trying. She pushed her way to the front, managed to leap onto the platform and slash three of the ropes before one of the guards grabbed her hood, exposing her face to a gasp from the crowd. She shirked her cloak and put her sword to use against the guard, just managing to press a knife into the nearest pirate’s hands. She could only hope he managed to free his wrists as more guards descended on them. She didn’t have to worry long though because the skirmish turned into a proper fight and someone was yelling “to the harbor!” and Katherine was running, cloak long since lost, reveling in the freedom of not having layers of petticoats. She was panting as the pirates dove off a cliff at the edge of the harbor and unthinkingly she followed. Time slowed down in the free fall. Katherine thought about how silly it was of her not to think to tie her hair back, originally wanting her telltale red curls to act as a warning flag and a taunt. About how if this was one of her novels she would start regretting her decision. About how the water wasn’t quite so far away now and time was moving much too fast all of a sudden. And then she was diving and swimming after the others. It wasn’t until Katherine had been pulled onto the deck of the ship that had anchored in a small, hidden cove not far from the harbor that Katherine got the chance to properly look at the pirates. There were six yes but one was a woman dressed in trousers and a vest much like Katherine herself currently was. And well… “You’re so young!” She was barely twenty and there was no way that any of them could be much older than that. Even the other members of the crew who were celebrating the return of their captain, first mate, quartermaster, sailing master, and two best gunners. “And you’re Katherine Pulitzer!” The boy who had just been handed what even she could tell was the captain’s hat. She sniffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “And I just saved you all from being hanged.” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Because you want to run the risk of being hanged yourself?” Katherine shrugged, “Because I know first hand the exploits of the British Royal Navy are all propaganda and I think it’s time the real heroes have someone churning out some muck of their own.” 

Way too much of my knowledge of pirates comes from Pirates of the Caribbean and you can def tell in the Kath bit...

[maychorian]

Hey, thanks so much for the summary! Maybe you could explain the relationships between the characters a tiny bit? (who likes whom how much, who doesn't get along, brother/father/best friend figures?) and i don't have any idea how the age relations are... And are there any comics out there that wouldn't take ages to read and could give me a feeling of the story? (1/2 )

(really, thank you so much for doing this, i really really really appreciate it, i was curious for a long time, but there are so many stories, it’s kinda too scary to start reading them all) (2/2)

Well, to start with the easiest question, ages in comics are efffed to the nines, my dude. Tim Drake has been 17 for like fifteen years. That’s only a slight exaggeration. No one knows how old Bruce is. He’s basically immortal at this point.

For the sake of YOFA, Bruce is in his like late thirties or early forties, probably. Dick is 25 or 26, Jason is 19 or 20, Steph is 18 or 19 (she’s a freshman in college), Tim is 17 but going to turn 18 soon finally, and Damian is 11. No one knows how old Cass is either, because her bio father is horrible and did not share with her things like birthdays, but physically at least she seems to be about Steph or Jason’s age.

To sum up 80 years of complex character dynamics: Bruce took Dick as his “ward” after DIck’s parents were killed when he was a pre-teen, and they became Batman and Robin and got along famously for years. They had some fights when Dick was a young adult, but they get along now. Some of the fights they had were about Bruce taking on Jason as Robin, replacing Dick, so Dick and Jason didn’t get along very well at first, but Dick had been trying harder before Jason died. Jason, as far as I know, probably looked up to Dick, and he had some minor fights with Bruce before he passed, but also loved him a lot.

After Jason died, Bruce fell into a deep depression. He and Dick were still fighting. Tim, brilliant boy that he is, had figured out that Bruce was Batman and that he needed help. He tried to get Dick to come back and be Robin again, but Dick didn’t want to, so Tim became the new Robin. No matter what fanon may tell you, Dick and Bruce were both FIERCELY protective of Tim during this period and took wonderful care of him. They formed a great little three-person family unit. That period is still my favorite in the comics.

Then Jason came back from the dead, and he was pissed. Part of it was because he’d been put through the Lazarus Pit to heal him, and the Lazarus Pit makes you crazy. He was incensed that Bruce hadn’t killed the Joker to avenge him, and also that he’d been replaced by Tim. He tried to kill Tim but didn’t succeed, but he did succeed in killing a whole bunch of criminals, therefore breaking the Batman code and putting him on the outs with the family. He was a straight-up villain for quite a while.

In canon… Hard to tell. Sometimes he’s still a villain, sometimes he’s more like an anti-hero. It’s incredibly inconsistent. For the sake of YOFA, he settled down after the Pit madness passed and basically made peace with the Batfam. He still believes that some criminals need to die, but he’s trying not to do that in Gotham to keep Batman off his back. I’ll be covering that more in future chapters.

Then after things with Jason sort of settled, Damian appeared on the scene. He is Bruce’s only biological son, conceived with Talia al Ghul, who may or may not be unredeemably evil and may or may not have abused Damian since birth, depending on what canon you choose to believe. Damian was ALSO pissed about the existence of Tim, believing that he was supposed to be both Bruce and Batman’s heir. He also tried to kill Tim but didn’t quite succeed, then disappeared for a while.

Then Bruce died, to all appearances. He was actually lost in the timestream, but only Tim figured that out. Damian returned, and Dick had to be Batman because Bruce was gone, so Dick decided to make Damian his Robin to try to keep a leash on him and give him someting unambiguously good to do to counteract all the evil he’d done. But Dick did this without consulting Tim, which hurt Tim a great deal. 

Tim got Bruce back from the timestream, with the help of the JLA, and also had a few other adventures, including confronting Ra’s al Ghul, one of the most evil and twisted of Batman’s enemies, in a very clever and dangerous way.  In the meantime, Damian had decided that he liked being a good guy and rejected Talia, who rejected him right back. 

When YOFA takes place, it’s been about six months since Bruce came back, give or take. Bruce loves his kids, but is not always successful at relating with them. Definitely the worst relationship is with Jason, but Tim also hasn’t been around much either because of his efforts to avoid Damian.

Dick loves his little brothers, all three of them, but his closest relationship is probably with Damian because of how they worked together. He never repaired his relationship with Tim after wounding him so badly by taking away Robin. He and Jason haven’t really had much interaction since Jason avoids them all as much as he can outside of random team-ups.

Jason is not sure what he feels about his family, really. He still resents Bruce for not avenging him. He doesn’t like Dick because he sees him as the favorite, overshadowing him. He hated Tim for replacing him but doesn’t anymore (and things change very suddenly there at the beginning of the story). He really hasn’t had a lot of interaction with Damian. The only Batfam member he unambiguously loves is Alfred.

Tim felt abandoned and discarded by basically everyone at the start of YOFA. Two of his brothers had tried to kill him and had made no effort to apologize or show remorse. Dick had rejected him and hadn’t tried to make up for that, either. Bruce was back, but had kept Damian as Robin and hadn’t really tried to reach out to him and bring him back home. As far as Tim could tell, he was on his own and he was going to stay that way.

Damian at the start of YOFA felt like he was doing pretty well. He was Robin, his dad was paying a lot of attention to him, he and Dick were good. He didn’t interact with Jason much. And he had succeeded in driving away his hated rival, Tim, so he wasn’t a concern anymore.

That took me like twenty minutes to write, so I’ll try to make a post of important arcs to read for Batfam dynamics later.

[bluboothalassophile]

Quick! Hide the Baby!

@raven-melanin, I do hope you enjoy this snippet!

To everyone else, this is a snippet in the Hopes for a Bastard Universe, BIG Spoilers Here! This story is going to be a side project, slowly worked on, but it is all plotted out, and has been for quite some time. I have been aching to share this since Rock Meet Bottom so I do hope you all enjoy!

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE HOPES FOR A BASTARD UNIVERSE!

Okay, so stranger shit had been known to happen in the Wayne household, and he was talking off their fucking rockers, send them to the asylum, level crazy. However, in a house of world class escape artists, he very seriously doubted there was a prison, on or off, earth which they couldn’t bust out of. It was a defining trait to be a Bat, to be… insanity hyped up on caffeine, caught by mom in this horribly awkward situation, whilst hiding an infant behind your back; that shit was normal; wasn’t it!?

Duke didn’t know as he struggled to hold onto the baby, while Tim and Damian flanked him, and they smiled nervously at Cat who was peering at them suspiciously.

“What did you three do?” she asked levelly while she shut the fridge; it was eleven at night, a normal time for a Batfam member to be up, but it was inconvenient right now.

“Nothing,” he quickly supplied.

Tim and Damian nodded vigorously. Selina frowned as she walked over.

In the near four years since Duke had been adopted into the insanity, he had found with unwavering certainty the following:

Alfred Pennyworth, and his daughter, MI6 (Julia Pennyworth), were most certainly divinities of some sort as they stoically embraced this madhouse.

B was a functioning mute, and he was a pretty good, overprotective, helicopter dad, but a cool dad all the same.

Selina was a goddess, and nothing got passed her; also, she was totally his mom, he was cool with that.

Kate was a bitch, but cool.

Dick was the hug monster.

Kori was amazing, and a star in the darkness of the Batfam.

Jason was family, despite protests, and Jay could and would kick their asses simultaneously if provoked.

Cass could get away with murder and B would still think her perfect, the rest of them couldn’t get away with shit without getting the stink eye.

Stephanie was the glitter loving, ask kicking, waffle queen of spoilers.

Tim was a caffeine addict who suffered extreme sleep deprivation and could take over the world in less than an hour if provoked.

David Zavimbe was a badass new element in the family, who could almost out swear Jason in different languages.

He was middle child, and stuck as such, while seeking to keep the peace.

Damian was a vegetarian, raging ball of animal loving right, and would totally stab you if you annoyed him, but would totally kick an enemies’ ass if they threatened anyone in his family.

Alina; while totally adorable and a sweetheart, was proof B couldn’t keep it in his pants, and Selina was too good for B.

Terry was Duck Dodgers.

Lian was Jay’s honorary daughter.

Helena could rob you blind, and get away with it, while she smiled sweetly at you.

Mar'i was far too pure for them, and somehow, she was a Bat, he didn’t know how it was genetically possible for something so perfect to be a Bat, but she was.

Thomas was King of Hide-N-Seek.

B Jr didn’t understand gravity, nor fearing gravity.

These were the facts of life. Irrefutable in his mind, however, as he struggled to hold the baby behind his back and keep the smile up, he knew they were so dead when Cat found out.

“Uh-huh, where’s the body?” Cat asked, folding her arms as she lifted a brow and cocked her hip.

“Have we mentioned how wonderful you look mom?” Damian asked with cheer.

Selina’s eyes narrowed on them.

“Absolutely lovely, what did you do with your hair!?” Tim tried, nervously, whilst rubbing the back of his neck. Duke could feel the sweat rolling down his temple as he felt the nervous smile waver under the unwavering green eyes of his mom.

“Who’d you kill?” Selina asked flatly.

“NO ONE!” “Not Luthor, I mean, might’ve blown up his labs!” “Damian Did It!”

Both he and Damian snapped their attention to Tim. “Habit.”

The baby squealed, and they all paled as they nervously glanced over at Selina who was now blinking. The baby did it again.

“Shut up Lug!”

“We are so not naming him Lugh.” Duke snapped at Damian then.

“McGinnis is Irish, I see no qualms with the name I have selected,” Damian retorted. “Lugh was a King and Hero.”

“Not happening!” Tim and he snapped.

“Please tell me you did not take after your father and abduct a baby?” Selina sighed.

“Is it abducting if it’s technically his kid!?” Duke asked, pulling the baby they had found around to be against his chest, the six month-ish old baby smiled at him, and Duke smiled back. Kid was kind of cute.

“Oh You Have Got To Be Fucking Me!?” Selina sputtered and groaned as she dragged her hand through her mused curls. “Sit down, and gimme the damn kid!” she snapped as she walked forward.

Duke relinquished his hold on the ivory white baby to Selina’s grasp, and watched as his mom blandly look at the baby who was curiously assessing her. Duke hastily took a seat at the kitchen island.

“You have precisely two hours before B will be back, start talking,” Selina stated as she started pulling out the supplies to make the baby some formula. “And you were supposed to be touring colleges! Not getting into trouble,” Selina stated.

“We were!” he and Tim hastily assured.

“Besides, I’m going to Princeton, then Georgetown,” Duke defended. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life, and he would do it. It would work.

“Uh-huh,” Selina said blandly. “And how do you explain this cutie!? You are cute,” she added, looking at the baby, who laughed bubbly as he grabbed her pendant and sucked on it.

“Uh… that’s a long story,” Duke said nervously.

“You have two hours, start talking.”

"So we went to Metropolis, not to blow it up, but MTU is there and I did say I would tour colleges, Tim had a meeting with Luthor, and Dami... Dami? Why were you there?"

"Because someone needed to supervise."

"We had everything undercontrol!" he and Tim snapped.

"What. Were. You. Doing. In. Metropolis. Exactly.?" Selina grounded out pointedly.

"Uh... would you believe me if I said there was a record there I was after?" Duke offered nervously.

"We were hunting a meta-human smuggling ring which has deep ties with Luthor's old associates." Tim stated.

"Oh this is going to be good," Selina sighed. "Continue." It was in Selina's 'I dare you, do it, so I can say I told you so' voice.

"I feel like this is a trap," Duke stated.

[mizmahlia]

Snowstorms and Sled Races

This was written to fill @thefuriousstarlightstudent ‘s Christmas stocking for the Batfam Christmas Stocking Exchange over at AO3. The prompt I used was Damian going sledding for the first time.

You can read it here or over at AO3.

Have a great read! :)

Damian sat in the study and watched the snow fall. At his last check, the storm had dropped nine inches and counting and the forecast called for another eight to ten by nightfall. School was cancelled for the day and he was stuck at home with nothing to do. Patrol that night would be limited, since getting around by rooftop when they were covered with a foot and a half of snow wasn't exactly safe. There was distinct chance he would be stuck inside all weekend and he dreaded the possibility. Cass appeared in the doorway with a coy smile. He acknowledged her, a single brow raised in question, and she smiled wider. "Time to play," she said quietly. With a speed few people could process, she whipped a snowball at him and it hit him right in the sternum, snow exploding in his face. She disappeared as quickly as she'd appeared, leaving a spluttering Damian in her wake.

Minutes later, he was dressed in his warmest winter gear and following her footsteps through the snow. The wound around the perimeter of the Manor and back into the trees. He held a tightly packed snowball in his hand, ready to pelt someone if they so much as blinked in his direction. Halfway through the woods her footsteps completely disappeared and he knew she'd climbed up into the trees. Before he glanced up, he darted out of the way and grinned as a enormous snowball dropped from above. "Ha! You missed me, Cass. I'm too..." "Psst. Damian." Damian looked up and scowled when he saw Tim's smiling face just as he dropped another snowball the size of a watermelon. It crumbled the moment it Damian's face, sending a cascade of snow down both the front and the back of his jacket. Both Tim and Cass climbed down from their perches and watched Damian shake the snow from his jacket. "Well played, Drake. That won't work twice." Tim laughed and rolled his eyes, his cheeks rosy from the cold. "Both of you come this way. There's a hill that's perfect for sledding on the south side of the property." Damian glanced at Cass, who waggled her eyebrows. "You're not seriously going sledding with him, are you?" Cass shrugged. "Never tried it. Could be fun." Tim nodded to the trail behind them. "Come on, Damian. It'll be fun. I promise. If it's not? I'll let you pelt me with snowballs for a solid five minutes later." Damian sighed. "Fine. Only because I know this will be a total waste of time." Cass grinned and tugged Damian's jacket. "Don't be such a Negative Ned, little brother." Damian snorted and allowed Cass to drag him along. "You've been hanging around with Stephanie way too much."

Dick entered the Manor, shaking the snow from his hair. He'd barely made it before the roads out of Gotham were shut down. "Anybody home?" "Master Dick, must you yell? You're indoors, for heaven's sake." "It's so quiet around here, I wasn't sure anyone was home." Alfred gave him a look that clearly said he didn't buy the excuse. "Where is everyone?" Alfred took Dick's jacket and scarf, moving to hang them in the nearby closet. Dick rubbed his hands together and headed toward the kitchen for something warm to drink. "Master Timothy stayed home today on account of cancelled meetings. Master Damian is home as well, as is Miss Cassandra. I believe they're out playing in the snow." Dick stopped and spun on his heel, turning to Alfred. "I beg your pardon.. they're.. playing in the snow?" Alfred nodded and Dick took off sprinting up the stairs. "Shall I get your winter gear?" "No need, Alfred! I'll get it myself!" Alfred smiled as he mopped up the melting snow by the front door. Four down, only a couple to go.

Bruce was in his office reviewing a new clean energy contract for Wayne Enterprises when he heard someone sprinting down the hallway. There was a blur as whoever it was ran past and the footstep grew faint again, before whoever it was came running back down the hallway. "Hey, Bruce. Gonna head outside. Damian is, and I quote, 'playing in the snow'." Bruce opened his mouth to say hello to Dick, but he was gone before he had the chance. The meeting to sign off on the contract wasn't until after the holidays on account of the blizzard, so there was no harm in setting it aside for a few hours. At least that's what he told himself. He made sure his phone was charged and he went to dig his skiing gear out of his closet. If the kids were playing outside, he refused to miss the opportunity to witness it. He just had to find his boots, the good ones. Otherwise his feet would get cold too quickly and he'd be miserable.

Dick, Tim and Damian were going over the rules for the sled race when Jason arrived with three more sleds. Cass pelted him with a snowball from her hiding place in the treeline before disappearing again. "Jason! You made it!" Dick laughed, gesturing to the sleds he was carrying. "You must have talked to Alfred already." Jason dropped the sleds next to the others and zipped up his coat a little further. "Yeah. He said I have to send an injury report, so hold still while I take a photo for proof." They lined up and waited for Jason to get his gloves off so he could take the photo. Just as he raised his phone, Cass appeared behind them and gave Dick and Tim bunny ears as Jason snapped a photo. "There," he said, sending it to both Bruce and Alfred with a grin. "Now, what are we playing and what are the rules?" Dick rubbed his hands together and looked at Jason. "It's a relay. One from each team goes down the hill, the second can't go until the first one gets back to the top. First team done, wins." Jason threw his head back and laughed. "I like it. Teams?" Tim frowned. "Someone will have to sit out. Steph isn't here yet so we only have five people." Cass pointed over Tim's shoulder. "Bruce can play." Dick and Jason looked at each other and immediately started talking over one another. "He's not on my team." "Definitely on your team." Damian rolled his eyes when they started to argue. "Richard, Cassandra and I are on one team. Jason, Tim and Father make up the other team." Cass fist-bumped Damian. "We got this," she mock-whispered, making Damian smile. "In case you hadn't noticed, short-stack, Bruce and I have the longer legs. In snow this deep, that is what we call an advantage." Jason said as he rested his elbow atop Damian's head. Damian swept his leg for the trouble, sending him tumbling backwards into the snow. Dick rolled his eyes and knelt next to the sleds to pick the two with the least amount of wear. He winked at Cass and fist-bumped her before choosing two of them. "Not necessarily," Dick replied, "you two also weigh the most, so you waste more energy hauling all of that muscle around." Jason sat up and grabbed Damian by the back of his jacket, tugging him down into the snow alongside him. "Okay, so who's up first for Team Kickass?" Bruce watched in amusement as Tim rolled his eyes at the name. "That's the best name you can come up with, Jason?" Jason and Damian continued to wrestle. Damian managed to wriggle free and shove Jason's face into the snow. He came up spluttering and laughing, scraping snow from his nose. "You got anything better, Doctor Midnite?" Cass, Dick and Damian started to laugh. Tim scowled at all three of them. "Of course Steph would tell you about that," he muttered. "But why don't we let the oldest member of each team pick?" Tim glanced at Bruce. "Please tell me you can come up with something better than Team Kickass." Bruce and Dick looked at each other and Bruce motioned for Dick to go first. "Fine. We'll be.. Sled Team Six." Cass and Damian looked at him strangely. "Like the Navy Seal Team Six? The elite military unit? As in, 'we're so good that we're done before you even know we're there?'" Damian looked at Cass and they both shrugged. Bruce looked at Jason, giving him a nudge with his elbow. Jason grinned as an idea came to him. "And we're Team OG." Dick snorted when he laughed. "Seriously?" he asked. "Damn straight," Jason answered. "Three OG's right here- the original Batman, the Red Hood and Red Robin." He held out his fists and both Tim and Bruce bumped theirs against Jason's. "Rules?" Tim asked. "Only three," Dick answered. "One- the bottom is the fence at the property line. You have to reach out and tap it before you turn and come back. Two- the next person doesn't go until the sledder reaches this line." He packed down a start line with this feet. "And no contact with another sledder, whether they're a teammate or not." Everyone nodded in agreement. "So how exactly does this work?" Damian asked. Any and all conversation stopped and everyone turned to look at him. "What? I've never gone sledding before. Do you go head-first?" Jason began to laugh, but Dick silenced him with a glare as he spoke. "Yes, you go head-first. You put your sled down, take a few steps back and you run and dive onto it. You want that momentum to get you started. I'll go first to show you and Cass." Cass put her hand on Damian's shoulder. "Push forward when you jump, not down," she said. "You'll go faster." Damian nodded and got in line behind Cass, who stood behind Dick. On the other team, Jason lined up in front, Tim would be second and Bruce was last. Tim stepped up to the start line. "Everyone okay if I give the countdown?" They all agreed and Dick and Jason took their places at the start line several feet behind their sleds. "Three... two... one. GO!" Tim brought his arm down and both Dick and Jason sprinted forward and leaped onto their sleds. Dick's landing was smoother and he didn't lose any speed when he landed on the sled, but what Jason lost when he landed on his sled he made up for in the speed he gained because of his size. They were neck and neck on the way down, and the hill was steep so they gained speed quickly. Jason reached the bottom first, but he nearly collided with the fence. As a result, he lost time for having to roll off the sled. They heard Jason shout several colorful words as Dick smoothly glided to the fence and climbed out. He tapped the fence and started sprinting up the hill. Jason was about twenty yards behind him, swearing and laughing as he tried to catch up. Cass jumped up and down as Dick got closer, eagerly snatching the sled from his hands the moment he cross the starting line. She darted out onto it and sailed down the hill, laughing the entire way. Tim was only about ten yards back and taunted Cass that he was right behind her and would catch up in no time. Damian laughed when Jason collapsed in the snow next to Bruce, panting and muttering about being out of shape. Dick crouched and rested his arms on his knees. "What's the matter, Jaybird, all that muscle you brag about slow you down a bit?" Jason flipped Dick his middle finger and in a move much faster than they thought Jason capable of, he grabbed Dick and pushed him face-first into the snow. "What's the matter, Dickiebird?" he asked, still laughing and no longer as breathless, "those ninja-like reflexes not fast enough?" Damian looked toward the bottom of the hill and watched Cass smoothly roll out of her sled, tag the fence and take off back toward the top. Tim was right behind her and was gaining ground too quickly for Damian's liking. He bent his knees and watched Cass run toward him, his hand outstretched and ready for the sled. Bruce watched Damian's competitive streak kick in and grinned. He mirrored Damian and reached his hand toward where Tim would arrive any moment. Cass narrowly beat Tim and Damian tossed the sled down the hill without jumping on it. A second later, he started sprinting after it. "What the hell is he doing?" Jason hollered, nearly doubled over with laughter. "He's running downhill to build up his momentum, Jay. It's a hell of a strategy," Dick replied. "And we didn't say you couldn't do that." Tim collapsed backward into the snow and gasped for air. "I don't buy that this is his first time sledding. No way." "Wish I'd thought of that," Cass said. "I could have beaten you by more than what I did." Tim stuck his tongue out at her and sat up to watch the race. While Damian was over halfway down the hill and somehow still picking up speed, Bruce was gaining on him. But that's when Damian made a crucial mistake. He turned his head to see where Bruce was and the front of his sled shifted to the right. The opposite corner caught the snow and the sled flipped, sending Damian up into the air before coming down hard and rolling down the rest of the hill. He came to stop in a heap against the wooden fence. "Oh my god," Dick muttered. He grabbed a sled and launched himself down the hill. Jason followed close behind on another sled. Bruce rolled off his sled just before he reached the bottom and rushed to Damian's side. "Damian? Can you hear me? Don't move." He ditched his gloves and carefully rolled Damian onto his back, his fingers ghosting over Damian's face. There was blood along his bottom lip, but there were no teeth missing and his tongue was intact. His neck was fine and though he was wearing snow pants and a heavy jacket, his arms and legs appeared to be okay. "Open your eyes, son." Dick and Jason knelt next to Damian and unzipped his coat, checking for injuries. There was no obvious trauma, but they couldn't be sure until they got him back to the house. "Bruce! Should I call for help?" Tim yelled from the top of the hill. "Is he okay?" Damian's eyes fluttered open and he grimaced. Dick held up a hand, signalling to Tim to wait. "What happened?" he asked. "You lost," Jason said. When both Dick and Bruce glared at him, he continued. "You flipped your sled, kiddo, and finished the race without it. Can you tell us what hurts?" "I don't think I hit my head on something, but my neck hurts," he said quietly. I remember looking backward and then I was airborne." Bruce zipped Damian's jacket and fixed his hat so it covered his head. "Can you move your arms and legs? Does any of that hurt?" Damian moved both arms, then both legs. "That's fine. It's just my neck, but it's muscle pain. Nothing serious." Dick helped him sit up and when Damian was ready, Bruce lifted him and carried up back up to the top of the hill. Both Cass and Tim sighed in relief. "Do you want me to carry you back to the house, or do you want to be pulled in a sled?" Bruce asked. He leaned his cheek gently against the top of Damian's head. "This is fine," he replied quietly. "I don't want to move if I don't need to." "Tim?" "Yeah, B?" "Run ahead with Cassandra and have Alfred prep for some x-rays." "Sure thing. C'mon, Cass." They both took off running toward the Manor. With Jason and Dick still at the hill collecting the sleds, it was just Bruce and Damian. "I think I would have won," Damian said. "Had I not turned around, I mean." Bruce's mouth twitched into a smile. "Is that so?" "Yeah. I mean, you made up for some lost time, but I would have won the footrace." Damian felt the rumble of laughter in Bruce's chest before he heard it. "If you insist, kiddo." "Insist? When was the last time you ran a five-minute mile, old man?" Bruce bit his lip for a moment, still smiling. "You hang around Jason too much," he said. "And for your information, it wasn't long ago I was running that fast." "My point exactly. Old man."

A few hours later, after the x-rays came back negative and he was diagnosed with whiplash and some muscle spasms, Damian was cleared to go upstairs and relax. The rest of the family were waiting in the theatre room with blankets, more snacks than Alfred was comfortable with, and an assortment of movies to watch while they waited out the storm. Damian settled in between Dick and Bruce, the pain medication and muscle relaxant making him drowsy. And the ice pack was numbing what pain was left. "What are we watching?" Dick asked. "We have Disney movies, Christmas movies, action movies..." "My vote's for Disney, but you knew that already." Damian piped up from his blanket cocoon. "Tt. You don't get a vote if you're wasting it on Disney, Brown." There was laughter from multiple sources, but Damian was too sleepy to distinguish who was who. "Glad you're okay, squirt," Steph said. "Good to know you didn't break your sense of humor." "How many people for 'Home Alone'?" Dick asked, ignoring their argument completely. Multiple hands went up, only a few stayed down. "'Home Alone' it is, then." As the opening credits rolled, Damian dragged his eyes open long enough to glance stiffly up at both Dick and Bruce. "As soon as my neck has healed enough, I demand a rematch." "If you insist, D." "Alfred will have to clear you first." "I'll do whatever's necessary. But there will be a rematch." Bruce looked down to see Damian drift off to sleep. He removed the ice pack and carefully adjusted Damian's head. "Do you think he would have won, B?" Dick whispered, grinning from ear to ear. "He seems to think he would have." "But what do you think?" "He was in the lead.." "That's not an answer, Bruce." Bruce looked over at Dick and shrugged. "It's the only one you're going to get. Now hush. I want to watch the movie."

"But you've seen this..."

"Dick. Ssssh."

[sassycassie-s-writing]

To Be Happy - Summer

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam, SuperFam - Jason Todd/Robin & Conner Kent/Kon-El/Superboy

Rating: PG

Original Idea: @welovegroot really loves it when I write a Jason/OC/Kon drama triangle I guess so here’s this one. This one’s drama came from this song. (S/O to my sister for listening to the soundtrack on perpetual repeat)

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one will have several parts. Five, to be exact! I go to a college where we get out the first week of May, so yes May counts as summer fight me.

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May 18, 2:15PM

“Welcome to Mount Justice,” Nightwing said as the zeta tube spat us out. I stumbled clumsily onto all fours like an idiot. “Don’t worry, Stars. You’ll get used to that. It’s not so bad after the first couple times.”

I cleared my throat. “Right.”

“Hey guys! What’s going—who’s this?” a new voice asked as a boy who was half-a-foot shorter than me but about the same age as I was approached us.

“Oh,” Nightwing said. “This is the new recruit. Starbeam. Starbeam, this is my brother. Robin.”

“Nice to meet you, Robin,” I said, sticking my hand out. The smaller boy took it and shook it.

“Pleasure’s mine,” he replied.

I grinned.

“Hey Robin, how about I let you give her the tour? I think you’re closer to her age,” Nightwing suggested.

“Sure,” Robin said. He extended his elbow to me. “M’lady. May I escort you around the fortress? You’ll find it’s easy to get lost alone.”

I laughed and looped my arm through his. “You may, good sir,” I said playfully.

He grinned and started to show me around. “So. New recruit, huh? Didn’t know we were recruiting.”

“According to Nightwing you’re always recruiting, but there aren’t enough sidekicks to add to the team.”

“Ah. Makes sense I guess. So what’s your story? Who trained you?”

I sighed and stuck my other hand in the pocket of my suit to bring out a photo. “This is Mind Beam. She mentored me.” I passed it to him. He took it and examined it before handing it back to me. I put it gently back in my pocket.

“Never heard of her,” he said thoughtfully. “She’s not part of the Justice League I'm guessing.”

“No. She refused. Personal reasons. But she’s powerful and agreed to train me.”

“So what can you do?”

“I'm telekinetic,” I said.

“Cool. This is the kitchen. Only two members of the team live here full-time so it doesn’t get too much use.”

“Three,” I corrected.

“You’re going to live here?”

“Don’t have anywhere else to go.” I shrugged.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Thanks.”

“Speaking of full-timers—hey Supes! Come meet the newbie!”

A boy taller than both me and Robin approached us. “Hi,” he said blandly.

I smiled and stuck my hand out. “Starbeam,” I said.

He shook it powerfully. “Superboy. You can call me Kon.”

“Call me Stars.”

Kon looked at Robin. “Giving the grand tour, huh?” he asked. He was so handsome. Defined features for a teenager with bottomless blue eyes, black hair, and muscular.

Robin nodded. “Yup,” he said, a proud smile on his face. He held himself confidently for a 4’7” fifteen-year-old who Kon could probably break in half with a snap of his fingers. I could tear this tiny Robin in two with a blink and a thought. But I liked his confidence. I thought it had a certain cute charm to it.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” Kon said before bowing out of the kitchen.

I stared after him as he left. “He’s cute,” I said impulsively.

Little Robin puffed his chest out. “You think so?” he asked with a disgusted expression on his face. I chuckled and grinned at Robin.

“You’re cute too,” I amended.

“Hmph,” Robin grunted.

I looked at where Superboy disappeared. “So what’s his story, though? I didn’t know Superman had a son—I mean, a sidekick.”

“Technically he doesn’t have either,” Robin said begrudgingly. “Supey is a half-clone of the big guy.”

“Half?”

“The other half is Lex Luthor.”

I blinked. “… Oh.”

“But, really, he’s not much like either of them,” Robin said, completely cavalier. He beckoned me out of the kitchen. I followed curiously, eager to see the rest of the base.

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Jason glanced at Starbeam as she wandered Mt. Justice with him. She had an awed expression on her face. She seemed so sweet and pretty. Her banter was quick-witted and playful. She greeted M’gann with a kind, gentle smile and excitement that made her eyes light up. She matched up with Jason’s sense of humor easily. She knew what he was talking about when he mentioned favorite classic novels of his and commented on the philosophy of some of them.

He was head-over-heels.

But… the way she looked at Conner…

It was common for girls to look at Conner the way she had. He was a handsome guy, Jason supposed, with something rugged that girls liked—for some reason. But it was uncommon for the type of girl Jason usually found himself liking to stare at Conner like that. The ones with incredible mental intelligence and emotional intelligence who looked deeper than the surface.

Maybe…

Maybe it was better if she went after Conner. She’d only end up breaking Jason’s heart… right?

Jason shook his head while Starbeam and M’gann chatted with pleasant tones and grins. Her laughter was infection and her smile made his heart melt.

Stop it, Jason. You can only bear so much, he chastised himself. Compared to a six-foot football player, a four-foot-seven pipsqueak like you has no chance. Better not get your hopes up.

She looked back at him. “Shall we continue the tour?” she asked.

“Yeah sure,” he said, voice more dejected than before.

She noticed and scrunched her eyebrows as they headed off. “What’s wrong? Did I say something to offend you?”

Jason shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. “No. Sorry. Just got distracted.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“So, this is going to be your room, I guess…”

They continued the tour, and Jason found himself looking at her more than what he was meant to be showing her. He knew what all of it was anyway—he could explain whatever he was showing her without looking.

When it was over, they ended in the zeta tube area where her bags were waiting for her to move them.

Kon was already there, picking three of them up. She had several duffle bags with her clothes and gear. “Sorry I just… thought I’d get these out of the way in case someone comes in without knowing they’re there and tripping. Which room is yours?” Kon asked.

Jason bent down to grab another duffle bag, rolling his eyes when Stars and Kon wouldn’t see.

“Uh… Robin? Remind me which room is mine?” she requested, setting her hand on Jason’s back as he pretended to be fiddling with untwisting the strap. He straightened up.

“I’ll show you how to get there from here,” he said, giving her a smile. She grinned back.

“Thanks.”

Jason pretended he didn’t notice Kon narrowing his eyes at him as he pulled the bag strap onto his shoulder. She grabbed three—one with her powers and the other two on each shoulder—and followed after him.

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June 15, 4:35PM

Over Jason’s next several visits to Mt. Justice after school and on weekends, he began to notice Stars and Kon developing crushes on each other. Awkward blushes when the other would look away. Occasionally getting flustered when speaking to each other. Lots of stumbling over words. Several accidental impacts when one would enter the room as the other was leaving that ended with more stumbling over words and blushes. A training session where she ended up pinning him down while he stared at her like he’d just been blessed by Wonder Woman.

Jason tried not to feel anything, but that green monster of envy and the red monster of anger reared their disgustingly ugly heads in his chest and stomach. The angry one eventually got put down because he had no reason to be angry that she was happy, but the envious sensation didn’t want to go away.

One Friday he arrived to hear her singing Broadway and Disney songs in her room. M’gann sounded like she was in Stars’ room as well, singing the two parts near the end of For the First Time in Forever from “Frozen”. Stars sounded like she was singing Elsa and M’gann Anna.

They were also laughing.

Jason jogged through the base to her doorway. It was open.

Stars was all dressed up—wearing a nice blouse and dressy jeans, and makeup for the first time since Jason met her. “You look… nice,” he said.

She beamed at him. “Thanks! Kon and I are going to a movie so I thought I’d look nice.”

“Like… a date?”

“Uh… we didn’t specify. He just asked if I was interested in that new sci-fi movie that came out and of course I am so we’re gonna go see it while everyone else is busy.”

Jason slouched his shoulders. “Uh… cool,” he said. “I’ll, uh, leave you to it.”

“You’re welcome to join us,” Stars remarked.

“No, no. You two have some… girl time.”

“Oh we do all the time,” Stars dismissed. “We both live here full-time. Come on in and join.”

^^^^^

Knock-knock!

Robin, M’gann, and I all turned to my door. Kon was standing there with a nice jacket on over his usual outfit of his House of El crest T-shirt and jeans. M’gann paused the music and Robin relaxed out of the instinctive fighting stance he took.

Kon cleared his throat. “Are, uh, are you ready, Stars?” he asked, ignoring my visitors.

I nodded and grabbed my purse off my bed. “Yup!” I said. I turned to M’gann and Robin. “See you guys later. Say hi to Wally for me when he gets here.”

I ducked out of the room, hearing M’gann and Robin both call out a, “Will do!”

Kon and I headed to the exit of the mountain that would take us to the nearby town, walking side-by-side.

Kon stopped. I did too a step-and-a-half after. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

He bit his lower lip. “I, uh… something seems… wrong,” he said quietly.

I blinked. “Like…?” I prompted gently.

He sighed. “Like, am I supposed to hold your hand or have your arm through mine? Is that a thing?”

“It’s a thing. It’s not a thing we have to engage in if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Then how about the escort?” I suggested. “Bend your elbow towards me.” Kon did so. I looped my arm through his. “See? There we go. All fixed. It shows we’re doing something together but might not necessarily be a couple.”

“Oh. Okay.”

I smiled and giggled quietly as we proceeded the rest of the way out the mountain, heading into town.

The movie was fun. We laughed a lot and glanced at each other to make sure the other didn’t miss what just happened.

I half-expected Kon to fake-yawn and wrap his arm around my shoulders before remembering he didn’t exactly have a normal life like I had and hadn’t been taught that something like that was a thing. I was fine when it didn’t happen. I was fine when he didn’t put his hand on the armrest with his palm up, inviting me to hold his hand. I was fine. I actually liked it. First time I went to a movie alone with a guy and he didn’t try to make a move on me.

How refreshing.

Next

[batmagines]

Tea Party Tears

Request: Request for batsis where she gets into a big fight with the boys or Bruce and she disappears for a bit and they try to find her? Thank you :)

A/N: changed it up just a bit, also this is Very long. Like, six pages on google docs and almost two thousand words.

Warnings: Angsty, neglect, I think that's all?

Relationship: Batfam x Reader

You were just wanting some quality time with your family, but they were always busy. They always slept or were at school when you were awake and were always awake in the dead hours of the night while you were asleep. Your father was never really around, he had a business to run and always left after the rare occasion of eating dinner with you. Sometimes he wouldn't be home for days, and for some strange reason, he'd always return with bruises that weren't there when he had left.

“Daddy, will you color with me before bed?” You asked holding up you coloring book. He looked at you for a moment before nodding.

“I'll be there in a moment sweetie.” He told you before looking back to whatever file was on his desk.

“Okay!” You said excitedly running back to your room with a skip in your step. By the time you finished your second coloring page your father still hadn't come, with the intention of reminding him, you made your way to his office only to find the desk he was previously sitting at was abandoned.

Climbing into his big desk chair you spin yourself around and around. Your were planning on waiting  on him until Alfred knocked on the door.

“Miss Y/N?” He called softly. “I do believe it's time for bed.”

“Okay Alfie, I was-” you cut yourself off with a yawn. “I was just waiting for daddy.” You hop down from the chair and grab Alfred's outstretched hand. “He was going to color with me.”

“I'm afraid your father left before he could.” Alfred tells you sadly, tucking you into bed. “I'm deeply sorry.”

“You're still coming to my tea party tomorrow right?” You ask before the old man can leave.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world Miss Y/N.” Alfred says with a smile before turning off the lights and shutting your door.

As you ate breakfast the doorbell rang. When Alfred answered it you heard two familiar voices. Stepping into the room were your two oldest brothers.

“Dickie! Jay!” You cheered running as fast as your short legs would go to engulf them in a hug.

“Hey Y/n, how are you kid!” Dick asked picking you up.

“I'm good!” You say happily. “I'm a big kid now!”

“No way!” Dick said humoring you.

“Yeah way! I'm having a tea party today, will you come?”  You asked hoping he’d say yes. “I'm helping Alfred make the tea and everything!”

“Of course we’ll come sport.” Jason told you ruffling up your hair. “Any idea where your old man is?”

“In his study, come on I'll show you.” You tell your brothers running towards your father's office. You open the door and don't bother waiting for the two men who are still a couple steps behind. “Daddy, Jay and Dick are here.” He barely acknowledges you. “I was wondering if you were still coming to my tea party?”

“Yes of course.” He said not looking up at you. With a big grin, you giggle and run out of his office to help Alfred bake cookies. Putting the delicious treats into the oven, Alfred lifts you up to set the timer.

“While those bake, why don't you go find Master Tim and Damian, and see if they’d like to come to your special day.” He says grabbing some cleaning supplies from the closet. “And I'll clean up the kitchen.”

“Okay Alfie!” You cheer running through the halls of the manner. Knocking on your brothers door, you push it open to find him half asleep on his bed.

“Timmy, will you come to my tea party? It'd mean a lot.”

“Huh? Sure Y/n whatever you say.” Tim says groggily, lifting his head up before letting it fall back onto his pillow. With an excited smile you shut the door to his room.

“Night Timmy.” You whisper loudly giggling before going off to find the youngest of your older brothers. You catch him feeding Titus, your favorite of his pets. “Hi Dami!”

“Hello Y/N.” he sighs looking at you with his hands on his hips.

“Will you come to my tea party today please?” You ask sweetly with your hands placed behind your back.

“Tt, I probably have more important duties to do, but I'll try.” Damian tells you. You expected some type of Bitterness from him though. After all, it was Damian, his only emotion just happened to be bitterness.

“Great! I'll see you there Damian!” You say trotting back to the kitchen where Alfred was pulling out the cookies. Your party was going to be the best!

Everything was set up perfectly. You had small plastic chairs for each member of your family. Pink was everywhere and you even managed to get Titus in a tutu with dress up beads hanging from his neck. You adjusted your crown before sitting down. Alfred poured you some tea before sitting down himself.

“My what a splending party you've put together Miss Y/N.” Alfred says bringing his tea to his lips.

“Thank you Alfie!” You cheer. “Daddy and the others should be here any moment.”

They never came. Not even for a minute. An hour had passed before you realized they weren't. So there you sat, holding back tears as Alfred cleaned up.

“Alfie, I think I'm going to bed.” You said faking a yawn. “Goodnight, thank you for helping.”

Before he could object, you ran to your room, tears starting to fall and you locked the door. Curling up in a ball you tightly held onto the stuffed lamb your mother gave you after you were born. At least that's what your father always told you.

You can't help but think, if she were here, she would've been at your tea party. You were turning five after all. She would've colored with you before you went to bed. She also would've given you the light of day. But she wasn't here, and that made your cries turn into full on sobs. But that didn't make anyone rush to your aid. Even though it was hardly six o’clock, you fell asleep, tears dried on your face.

You woke up with a shriek. Having nightmares all week you should've been used to it, but this one really scared you. Grabbing your stuffed lamb, you held it close to your chest and walked through the scary dark halls of Wayne manor. Sniffing you knocked on your father's door, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Daddy?” You cried out into the empty darkness. But like always, he wasn't there. Checking each of your brothers rooms, none of them were there, not even Alfred. “Maybe they don't want me anymore.”

“You all should be ashamed of yourselves.” Alfred said scolding each man and boy. “All she wanted for her birthday was her family together and you all tossed her aside.”

“Alfred, her birthday isn't until the (y/b-day.)” Bruce said rubbing his temples. He was beyond stressed. Scarecrow was on the loose and doing a damn good job of hiding too.

“I suggest you check a bloody calendar Master Bruce.” And with that the old man stormed off leaving the men in the cave to think about their mistakes.

Bruce felt his heart drop as he checked the date. It was the day after your birthday. His shoulders slumped and his body fell back into his chair. He felt like the worst parent in the work.

“I'll be back.” He said in a gruff whisper rushing to his daughter's room, only to find she wasn't there.

You were shivering as you held your lamb close to your heart. You wanted your daddy. Sniffing, you walked into an alley and sat down before crying. Footsteps approached and out of the corner of your eye, you saw a body squat down to your level.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

“She’s no where in the manor.” Dick said panicked.

“So she ran away.” Bruce whispered. “Tim check surveillance footage from both the manor and the streets, figure out where she went.” Bruce said. He was in his Dark Knight facade determined to find out where his little girl went. “The rest of you, suit up and try to find her on foot.”

The man in front of you was terrifying. With a brown sack on his head and a mean voice, he could probably make your brothers run the opposite direction. You were whimpering as the man pulled out a fairly large needle.

“Tell me little one, what do you fear?” You whimpered as your worst fears came to life in of you. To add onto that, the scary man became ten times scarier.

“Daddy,” you cried out. The scary guy stepped closer to you and you screamed. “No, stay away from me!” Dark shadows fell into the ally, three started fighting the guy as the largest and scariest approached you. With beady red eyes, sharp pointy ears and scary fangs, you cowered away.

“Y/n it's okay.” The voice of the shadow sounded demonic. You shot your eyes and felt the creature pick you up. Instead of trying to escape its grasp, you held on tighter.

“Go, get her out of here!” The blue shadow said. This one had electricity spewing all around it. “We got this.”

“Hold on tight Y/n.” The voice holding you said and then it was like you were floating.

All new monsters were appearing and as you looked at the shadow it was still the scariest. You started sobbing and tried to get away. “I want my daddy.”

“Y/N it’s me.” The demonic voice was back and getting scarier by the second, and you started to shake.

“No! You’re a scary monster!” You screamed. “Stay away from me!”

The shadow set you down, kneeling to your height. Reaching back it pressed a button and with a hiss the mask was gone. “Y/n, it’s okay.” He whispered sounding normal. “It’s me.” Two hands reached out, wiping away your tears. When you opened your eyes you started to cry harder. “Daddy.” You sobbed throwing your small arms around his neck. His larger arms held you close, and for the first time that night, he relaxed with you safely tucked in his embrace.

“It’s okay?” He whispered into your ear rubbing your back. “I’m here.”

You returned home safe, which relieved everyone. You never left your father’s side. The two of you sat in the large area you’d never seen before until the effects before until the effects of Scarecrow’s toxin wore off.

“Why’d you run away sweetheart?” Your father asked as he was carrying you to bed.

“I had a nightmare, and when I went to your room, you weren’t there.” You say with a yawn. “I thought no one wanted me here anymore so I left.”

“Sweetie you are the light of my dark life. I’m sorry I made you feel like that.”  Your father told you changing his direction to his room instead.

“Daddy, my room is that way.” You said playfully as you entered his room.

“Well, we’ve both had a long night, maybe we can protect each other from the nightmares.” He said placing you on his bed and after some heavy cuddling the two of you fell asleep.

Needless to say, there were no nightmares that night.

Tag List: @litbatboys

[gothxmsirxns-blog]

After Midnight [Burlesque AU Part Three]

pairing: Batfam x Female!reader

[part one] [part two] [part 4.0]

plot: Burlesque AU : After graduating college, [Y/N] becomes a dancer at The Dark Knight, a prestigious Burlesque club located in Gotham City as a way to stay on her feet while trying to find a ‘proper job’

warnings: sexual implications, cursing

tags: @memento-scribet @4evahevah @dc-hoe @freethecagedeggs

words: 2049

a/n: okay, so i’ve decided to extend the poll until sunday at midnight. I was planning on closing it tonight but because this part is only going up now i’m going to keep it open. As with part two, Jason is still in the lead with 41% of the vote, you all must love Jason because they’ve only interacted twice and it’s been bare minimum. Anyway! Enjoy and don’t forget to vote. I should also have a stand-alone oneshot for Harper coming out soon because my little bird needs some love.  It is also now one am, so I’m sorry if this sucks and I’m sorry it’s shorter than the other two parts. 

“Thank you.” [Y/N] was shocked, hearing the compliment come from Barbara was amazing as, after she got the job and went home the night before she spent a few hours watching videos of Barbara dancing from a young age to the night before the accident that made it so she was now in a wheelchair and she was left in awe of how graceful and beautifully the red-headed woman moved.   [Y/N] reached a hand out to take Barbara’s and she shook it, squeezing it gently to make it firm, something she was always told to do as a child.

As both hands retracted back, a smile spread across Barbara’s face as she motioned to the two girls who were standing beside [Y/N], “I hope everyone, including these two menaces, are treating you well?”

Nodding, a small chuckle passed through the lips of [Y/N] as she looked to the two girls from the corners of her eyes, “They have. They're all very lovely.” Barbara nodded as well and ran a hand through her red hair, pushing a loose hair behind her ear and tucking it behind her glasses leg. “That’s good. Come one, Bruce wants to talk to you three about next week's theme and dances.”

The three girls followed behind Barbara, [Y/N] remained somewhat silent while the other three engaged in conversation with one another and [Y/N] only spoke when she was spoken to by one of the other three, they all seemed confused as to why she wasn’t engaging in the conversation but she simply didn’t want to interrupt because they seemed so close and she was still a bit of an outsider.

“So, [Y/N], what brought you to Gotham?” Looking to Stefanie, who had asked the question, [Y/N] let out a small sigh, not one of annoyance but one of contempt and acceptance. “I just graduated college with a major degree in chemical engineering and a minor degree in business, somehow my father managed to get me an internship  with a big firm here, I can’t even remember the name.” As she started to twiddle her fingers, [Y/N] looked to the ground.

“But I’m not type of person who gets coffee for a misogynistic asshole who would do nothing to help me further myself in the field and would instead force me to get him coffee for the rest of his career and make unwanted sexual advances towards me. So, I quit before my first day and my roommate, Ivy, told me about the opening here.”

“I think you’re talking about Bryce Martel, he’s a sleazebag that used to come here all the time. Babs was his favourite dancer. I actually think his daughter marina auditioned with you?” Looking over to Cassandra now, [Y/N] thought about the other girls she auditioned with and what their names were.

“Yeah, there was a Marina. Didn’t seem to happy that I got the job.” All three of the girls shook their heads, as if that was an expected response from the girl. “Sounds about right. Marina is a daddy's little girl that's used to getting what she wants, has been trying to get a job here since she became legal. We think it’s just because she hasn’t gotten over Jason, they were a thing when they were both teenagers, but it was nothing serious.” This time it was Barbara that spoke.

Jason, [Y/N] thought back to who Jason was and an image of the man out front with the messy black hair that had a white streak through it and the brown leather jacket that seemed to fit his broad shoulder and arms very well, showing of his muscles well. “The bodyguard?” The others nodded and [Y/N] let out a ‘huh’ sound.

Barbaras knocking on the Bruce’s offices door broke her out of her train of thought and the deep ‘come in’ that sounded through the door sent a shiver down her spine, as even from a distance the voice of Bruce Wayne was intimidating. Barbara opened the door and as the four girls entered the office they were greeted with Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Harper, Helena,Kate (who she had meet that night while getting a bottle of water when she first arrived) and another man who was unfamiliar to [Y/N], but he was tall and handsome with bright blue eyes and dark hair, much like Bruce, but he had a much kinder look about him than Bruce did.

“This is my associate Clark Kent. He’s a journalist and wants to run a piece on the members of the team here at the Dark Knight, as well as the club as a whole. “ Bruce looked over the group he had with him and then his eyes settled on [Y/N], “[Y/N], I know your situation is….complicated, so you will not have a personal piece written about you.” Nodding along, a sigh of relief pass through [Y/N]’s lips, she didn’t want her parents finding out about her and they liked to read the papers so a personal piece about her was a sure fire way to find out about her. “However, you will have photo takens of you during the performances next week. These photos, though, will be mainly be long shots where it will be hard to make out faces. You should be fine.” Again, [Y/N] nodded.

“Clark will interview some of you tonight before closing.” Bruce pushed his chair back and crossed one leg over the other while he leaned his elbows on the arms of his chair, clasping his hands together and pressing it against his chin. “On the topic of the next week’s performances, they will all be from the hit musical Chicago. All of you will do mid-night performance of The Cell Block Tango, as well some of the other dancers to make up the numbers, and you will be partnered up. Dick with Cassandra doing the cicero, Tim with Stefanie pop, Jason with [Y/N] doing the six, and Duke you will be with Helena and you will do uh-uh part.”

The group looked at their respective partners, and they all seemed comfortable with their partners, even Jason seemed comfortable as he looked [Y/N] up and down. But, [Y/N] was slightly intimidated, this was a big dance and she didn’t know if she was ready for it. “I know they don’t seem like it [Y/N], but Jason and Tim are also dancers, they just choose to do different things in the club that they are better at. However, because this is a piece about family then they will be taking part whether they like it or not and you will be dancing in Barbara’s place.”

“You will also be doing a solo dance to a Chicago song of your choice and it will be choreographed by Dick.” That seemed to be the end of it as Bruce spoke one last time, “Now, the club is closing soon. You girls better prepare for the final dance and then you may all go home. Be safe going home though, Gotham can be dangerous at night.”

Everyone soon filed out of the room and went back to their respective places, the girls to the stage, Tim to the control console for the stage, Dick to backstage, Duke to the DJ booth, Helena and Kate back to the bar, and Jason back to the doors as people prepared to leave slightly drunk.

The final dance was quick, and when she finished [Y/N] was out of breath and sweaty but she was happy as the adrenaline coursed through her body and the applause of the crowd filled her ears.  

The other dancers were quick to leave, simply stripping from their costumes and getting into a pair of sweats and tank tops, giving goodbyes as they leave. [Y/N], however, spent some time getting her breath back from the performance and wiping the makeup that was beginning to smudge from her face and this left her as, what seemed to be the last person there. Of course that wasn’t true.

“You nearly done?” [Y/N] jumped slightly, Jason's voice scaring her as he spoke from behind her, never mind the fact that she was now simply standing in her underwear. But she paid no mind to that aspect as she pulled on her change of clothes, grey sweatpants and a red top that was branded with ‘New York City’.

“You scared me.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to. But you gave me quite the scare as well. Didn’t think there was anyone else here and I can’t lock up until everyone’s gone.” [Y/N] glanced over to Jason with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry. Didn’t know that I was holding you back.” Jason shook his head, “Nah, I don’t mind. But now I’m gonna take you home because it’s dangerous at this time of night and I wouldn’t trust any of the cabbies in this city as far as I could throw them.”

[Y/N] now stood up straight with her eyebrow raised higher and her arms crossed over her chest, “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” Jason chuckled slightly and ruffled his hair, “You probably could kick most of the thugs in this cities ass if you’re fighting skills as good as your dancing skills.” Now [Y/N] rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle,”Okay, you got me there.”

[Y/N] lifted her bag, a sports bag, and moved the strap over her head so that the strap was on her right shoulder while the bag itself sat against her left hip and gave Jason a smile that he returned. “So you’re ready?” [Y/N] nodded and she followed Jason out of the building and towards the car park where a lone motorbike stood, Jason lifted the helmet that sat on it and handed it to [Y/N], “You’ll need it more than me.”  As she placed the helmet on her head, [Y/N] watched as Jasons back muscles flexed under his jacket as he got onto the back, his arms stretching out to grip the handles and turn the key to turn the motorbike on.

“Climb on.” [Y/N] barely heard the sound of his voice over the sound of the motorbike, but she did as she was told and threw her leg over the the motobike and wrapped her arms around Jason’s torso tightly.

Jason kicked the stand up and revved the engine for the bike before he started off, [Y/N] didn’t question how Jason knew where he was going as she just presumed that as the security he knew where all the staff lived.

The journey was quick, but it was exciting as [Y/N] felt the wind whip against her arms and sting at her skin as she had nothing to cover herself with, having only worn a short sleeved shirt. When Jason pulled up to her apartment complex, [Y/N] climbed of the bike and removed the helmet, handing it back to Jason as a smile broke onto her face as she brushed her hair back with her hand.

“That was amazing.” Jason smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Ah, so the princess is an adrenaline junkie?” A scoff of disbelief passed [Y/N]s lips as she rolled her eyes and briefly looked away from Jason to her window, where she saw Ivy peeking out, “I am not an adrenaline junkie.” Pushing against Jason chest as he sat back slightly on his bike and cross his arms. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.I just liked the feeling of the wind against my skin and moving so quickly through the silence of the city. It was...amazing. I only ever feel anything like that when I’m performing.” Jason’s smirk now turned into a smile, “I guess I’ll have to take you out again sometime.”

“Yeah, I guess you will.” [Y/N] stepped forward slightly and pressed a kiss to Jason’s cheek before she stepped back once again, “Thanks Jason. Good night.” With that, the girl turned away from Jason and walked into her apartment building, ignoring the pounding of her heart against her chest, not from the ride but from Jason.  

[damian-jon-love]

Young Justice Season 3 Wish List

- Dick is the one to bring Wally back. Artemis is upset about Wally’s disappearance of course, but the way she has survived thus far is by picking herself up and moving on. She wouldn’t dwell on it too much. She would bury the pain away as fast as she can. - Dick of course isn’t like that. He’s seen enough people die and come back to life that he doesn’t have any closure until he sees the body. He KNOWS Wally is out there, and he quit the team at the end of season two to go and find him. - Needless to say, he succeeds and Wally comes back. I want to see Dick and Wally have some sort of reconciliation. They were BEST FRIENDS for years, and it would eat Dick alive knowing that the last real interaction he had with him was an argument about putting Artemis in danger. I want to see them become best friends again. (If not more. //winkwink) - Did anyone else think Dick’s constant cockblocking of Wally’s various lame flirting attempts was clearly jealousy? No? Just me? #makebirdflashcanon - With Wally’s return comes the return of Dick’s childish side! Puns, deconstruction of the English language, pranks, sarcasm, the whole shebang. I want the clever, silly Dick Grayson from season one back. - Speaking of the Batfam... Let’s bring in Red Hood! Preferably as an anti-hero or an ally; not as a villain plz k thx. Also, keep Tim Drake alive please. Please. Please. Please. - Also, bring in the love of my life, Damian Wayne! (YJ ANIMATORS: HE IS HALF ARABIC. PLEASE DO NOT WHITEWASH HIM.) - And bring in the other love of my life, Jonathan Kent. I want to see Damian and Jon’s adorable competitive dynamic played out on screen. I would sell my fucking soul to make DamiJon canon on TV. I would auction off my internal organs. I would be Greg Weisman’s indentured servant for a year. Anything. (Make it age-appropriate, of course. Limited to hand-holding, if they are young.) - The most underrated member of the entire Justice League, Kaldur. We need to see more of him. Let him lead the team again! Let him step into his own and grow in the confidence that he earned through executing a flawless undercover mission with Black Manta. Also, GIVE HIM A DAMN BOYFRIEND. He is confirmed as gay in the Rebirth universe. Let’s make it happen. Kaldur is such a badass and such a fantastic character. He has so much potential, and I feel like he was largely ignored in Season Two because he was “conveniently” out of the way. Season three needs to make up for this! Give him some solid screen time! - Get the six original members back together for a mission. Even just for one episode. Those six were the reason I fell in love with this show, and I feel like the character development for the new characters introduced in season two was seriously lacking. Just give me this one thing, and then I will feel emotionally ready for the newbies. - More funny moments! I’m not saying make it a sitcom, because part of what I love about YJ is how well it handles darker themes like betrayal and identity, but pepper in some funny moments throughout season three. And some fluffy moments too. I guess what I’m saying is, BRING ME THE PAIN.