#Bruce and Alfred totally think Dick is in denial

[ghost-bxrd]

What about combining Fae Dick and Eldritch Jason?

Except, Bruce is genuinely clueless. He thinks both his kids are baseline human - guy has no clue how normal kids work, lol.

So when Jason 'dies', Dick is mad at Bruce for letting it deteriorate that far, but he isn't too grieved. He knows Jay will turn up sooner or later, the only question is how pissed he is going to be.

That's the main reason Dick staying back to support Bruce doesn't work - Bruce can tell Dick isn't anywhere near as cut up as he should be over his kid brother dying. He acts the part really well, but Bruce has known him for years and can tell when he's faking grief...

Now I can’t help but imagine Bruce and Alfred brokenly telling Dick about Jason, and Dick just being like “oh boy, ohhhhhh boy, that’s just… super inconvenient. Like, it couldn’t have come at a worse time.”

Alfred: … young sir, this is a shock, but we must all stick-

Dick: well duh it’s a shock, he’s been badgering me about the play at the theater next week for three months now. Do you have any idea how pissed he’ll be that he’s gonna miss it?

Alfred:… I’m not sure you understand the gravitas of the situation. Perhaps we should call Miss canary to-

Dick: oh I understand alright. You have any idea how much time Jay’s been spending on the upkeep of his body? Called me vain when he spent at least two hours each day arranging each atom to conform to human growth norms. The audacity. But no, seriously, he’s going to be so pissed…

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 14

[AO3]

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Bruce was going to regret coming to the watchtower today, he could tell. He could already feel the headache coming on.

"Okay, okay, next round! Fuck, marry, kill, billionaires who aren't total assholes! Michael Holt, Simon Stagg, and Bruce Wayne, I'll go first!"

Today's meeting was listed as team bonding. Playing preteen girl games was not what he'd had in mind.

"Oh you know I have to go with fuck Bruce Wayne, I mean, have you seen that man? He makes himbo look hot—"

Dick's not-so-silent laughter from his spot next to Bruce was not helping things in the least. If he didn't love his son as much as he did, and if he wasn't 100% sure Cass and Damian would murder him in his sleep if he did, he would have silenced his oldest one way or another after the third time he nearly fell out of his chair from laughing so hard.

"I'd have to say fuck Holt, marry Wayne, and kill Stagg, Lois would kill me if I said otherwise," Clark answered thoughtfully, though the smirk he was failing to hide bellied his amusement at the entire situation.

I should have kept the lead lining in the cowl, Bruce thought darkly as he fought not to glare at the Man of Steel while Dick finally succeeded in falling off his chair. The rest of the League, sadly, were already used to Nightwing's eccentricities and gamely continued on as they were.

"—marry Bruce Wayne so I can seduce his fortune from him—"

The Dark Knight had to exercise his iron self control to keep himself from groaning out loud at that comment. Please, for the love of Alfred, will someone pick to kill me?

"I honestly can't decide if I'd want to fuck Brucie or marry him more, they both have their advantages—"

Finally, it was his son's turn, and Bruce's dread grew by leaps and bounds. He knew that grin. He knew Dick was a full grown adult, but the urge to ground him had never been so strong and the younger man hadn't even opened his mouth yet.

"For reasons I will not be disclosing at this time but might possibly include the nickname potentials, I would fuck Mike, marry Brucie, and kill Simon. Thank you for coming to my TED talk!"

And then it was his turn. Bruce shot his son a Look, before turning to the rest of the League. Pretty much everyone else had gone already, and the urge to decline participating in this round was strong, very strong, but then Hal Jordan opened his mouth and issued a challenge. And if there was one thing raising so many kids had instilled in him, it was the inability to back down from a challenge.

"So, tall, dark, and scary, what'll it be? Are you going to marry Bruce Wayne so he can fund all of your sick gadgets, seduce his money from him like Plastic Man? Maybe you'll be a gentle lover to him like Aquaman here. Or maybe Brucie is the one person in the world you break your code for. Come on, what d'ya got for us?"

And Bruce—Bruce thinks about it. It's been years since he first joined the League, he's gone on countless missions with these men and women, trusted them to watch his son's back when he couldn't, and he finds his decision already made for him. Plus, there's another thing raising so many kids had given him—comedic timing. Discreetly checking to see if Dick was still recording, even after his mishap with the physics of sitting on a chair properly, Bruce turned to stare the Lantern down.

"Jordan, I have no desire to fuck, marry, or kill Bruce Wayne, either literally or figuratively."

Bruce could see the protests forming at the tip of the pilot's tongue. Clark diligently tried to suppress his own laughter while Dick was staring at Bruce in amazed glee. Before Hal could properly express his protests, Bruce reached up and removed his cowl, working his hand through his sweaty hair in annoyance before turning a deadpan look on the man, one eyebrow raised in a pale imitation of Alfred's Look.

"I trust you can understand why?"

As the collective members of the Justice League burst into shocked screeches of denial and protest, with Clark's warm chuckles and Dick's own roaring laughter acting as counterpoints to the background noise, Bruce couldn't help but smirk. He still felt a headache coming on, now from the noise rather than from the meeting itself, but overall, he can't say he regretted how it had turned out.

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So this one came from a pin I saw on Pinterest, which I sadly have not been able to find the original Tumblr thread for, about the League playing fuck, marry, kill with pre-identity-reveal!Bruce lol I read it out loud to my boyfriend, who ended up laughing as hard as I was, and he told me I should write it, so I did! ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^ If anyone wants to send me a link to the original thread so I can link it here, that'd be amazing, cuz I want to properly credit the people who inspired me to write this in the first place (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Also, I feel like I've been saying this a lot recently, but I apologize for not posting yesterday, I had a really long and fun day out with my boyfriend and ended up having neither the time nor the desire to write anything by the time we got back home ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ before he flew out here, I hadn't seen him in a month, and before that, it had been almost a year, so I'm making the most of the time I have with him (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）I don't think that's too much to ask for, but I also feel horrible about not writing and posting as much as I initially wanted to this month. I figure, by explaining myself to y'all, it might make it easier to convince myself it's truly okay to take time for myself and my boyfriend, y'know? 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠ʖ̯⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ that's the hope, anyway lol

Have a good morning/day/night, everyone!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Alive

by bajuwa The cold was endless. It had been seeping its way into his very bones since the moment he got here. Bruce had been reassuring him that he could come back and get warmed up soon, but soon just wasn’t soon enough. Clark lay on his back, surrounded by bright white light, and bemoaned his achy body. It hurt. Everything hurt. Bruce said it would be fine, but it wasn’t. His legs hurt, his arms hurt, his knees hurt, his butt hurt, and his head hadn’t stopped throbbing either. “Bruce…” Clark says weakly, not quite sure he can move his arms or legs quite yet. “...I don’t think I like skiing anymore.” (Sequel Songfic to the tune of Alive by Krewella) Words: 12134, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of SuperBat Love Songs Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU), Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Justice League (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Songfic, POV Clark Kent, Established Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Established Relationship, Uncle Clark Kent, Hurt Clark Kent, Injured Superman, Clark Kent is Good at Feelings, ....once he's had time to process them which takes a while, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Denial, Adrenaline, The Batfam is just a bunch of Adrenaline Junkies, Skiing, Discussions about the life-altering implications of going skiing with your boyfriend, Happy Ending, These tags are spoilers but they're important for search filters so stop here if you need to o.o, Alternate Universe, Dreams, Dreams vs. Reality, Coma, Hallucinations, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Clark Kent is Not Superman, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Except the whole point is that he totally is, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Gets Therapy, Bruce Wayne Gets a Hug, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Clark Kent is a Gremlin via https://ift.tt/81wocqO

[weirdfishy]

guys. guys ok. consider. and operating on dp x dc bc ppl dying-but-coming-back in dc is so prevalent and it’s dandy to slot dp ghost rules into dc—

yes immortal!alfred pennyworth, but what if. and lemme tell you i don’t know much about dp ghostly categories, but what if. if alfred died (which ik he did in dc canon somewhere and was lazarus’d but bear w me) but like. nobody noticed. not even alfred himself.

maybe he came down with something real bad, but then after a week of fighting a rattle in his chest, he suddenly feels like he did in his thirties; just wakes one morning and is more than fine— he’s a lil more ghost than human, but there’s enough tethering him to his body and to the land of the living that he still operates basically the same.

he didn’t completely die/not totally ghost, bc the manor, and his family almost immediately becomes his haunt and his friad/spook/whathaveyou and that connection, that need to be there for them is So Strong that he’s still able to do everything he usually does. he’s still able to pat a shoulder reassuringly and administer medical aid (though by now they all know enough to do it to each other bc they all want to take the strain off of him though he would do it until he died), still able to cook and clean and go out— just sometimes he’s able to reach those places usually just a touch too high to reach without assistance (not noticing his toes just leaving the ground), his asbestos fingers being the best he’s ever had bc he accidentally touched a hot pan and it didn’t burn quite as badly as it probably should have, the manor lights flicker for the barest of seconds that could feasibly be explained by gotham’s shitty power if the entire manor wasn’t on a closed, self-sustaining system when he hears of a mortal wound, and the batfam now gets feelings of calm-care-safe-loved every time they cross into the bounds of the manor (jason feels it the most, with damien, cass, tim, bruce, and dick feeling it in descending amounts yet still noticeable. everyone else not near the low-liminal-adj still feels it, thru sheer force of will on Alfred’s part)

of course, with all the stalker-y surveillance stuff in the manor, this becomes questionable, the way alfred has changed his habits just a bit to the left to accommodate what things he’s noticing and dismissing from deeper thought (denial is so. so there in both him and his family. nobody wants to face the fact that once, alfred had to take breaks between cleaning rooms and that now, when distracted with cleaning, he barely breathes at all, like he has to think about it to do it)

[ao3feed-superbat]

Alive

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JKvtmMO by bajuwa The cold was endless. It had been seeping its way into his very bones since the moment he got here. Bruce had been reassuring him that he could come back and get warmed up soon, but soon just wasn’t soon enough. Clark lay on his back, surrounded by bright white light, and bemoaned his achy body. It hurt. Everything hurt. Bruce said it would be fine, but it wasn’t. His legs hurt, his arms hurt, his knees hurt, his butt hurt, and his head hadn’t stopped throbbing either. “Bruce…” Clark says weakly, not quite sure he can move his arms or legs quite yet. “...I don’t think I like skiing anymore.” (Sequel Songfic to the tune of Alive by Krewella) 🎶🎵🎶 All alone, just the beat inside my soul Take me home, where my dreams are made of gold In the zone, where the beat is uncontrolled I know what it feels like Come on, make me feel alive (Feel alive...) 🎶🎵🎶 Words: 12134, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of SuperBat Love Songs Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU), Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Justice League (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Songfic, POV Clark Kent, Established Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Established Relationship, Uncle Clark Kent, Hurt Clark Kent, Injured Superman, Clark Kent is Good at Feelings, ....once he's had time to process them which takes a while, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Denial, Adrenaline, The Batfam is just a bunch of Adrenaline Junkies, Skiing, Discussions about the life-altering implications of going skiing with your boyfriend, Happy Ending, These tags are spoilers but they're important for search filters so stop here if you need to o.o, Alternate Universe, Dreams, Dreams vs. Reality, Coma, Hallucinations, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Clark Kent is Not Superman, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Except the whole point is that he totally is, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Gets Therapy, Bruce Wayne Gets a Hug, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Clark Kent is a Gremlin read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JKvtmMO

[psydelta]

Imagine this: Bruce doesn't understand the concept of death.

He has pretty developed abstract thinking but this concept just. Evades him. He simply doesn't understand and has no intention to. Death is a social construct, and Bruce refuses to follow it.

It has so much crack potential but I'd like to see some DRAMA. Like, when his parents are shot in front of him, Bruce goes "nope, I refuse" and simply drives the whole concept of death out of his head. Instead he tells himself that "they'll be taken to the hospital and be fine". He anchors down with them, holds their hands and waits for help. Imagine Joe Chills terror when this child looks at him with horrified expression and goes "That must really hurt! Why did you do this?" and takes bloody hands of his dead parents muttering reassuring things and constant stream of you'll be okays and this will heals.

After Alfred takes Bruce home, he tries to explain that his parents are dead. But Bruce just looks at him with big eyes and says: "But they're in the hospital, and doctors will help them, right?" Alfred tries again and again, and eventually Bruce goes into full-blown tantrum and refuses to listen, covers his ears and goes hiding. Alfred doesn't have a heart to try this again.

And after days, then weeks, Bruce starts asking about his parents. Shouldn't he and Alfred go check on them? Why aren't they home already? What's happening? Where are they? And Alfred explains again: "They are dead, Master Bruce. They'll never come back, they are dead". But Bruce doesn't hear "dead" . He nods as if he totally and completely understands and hears "abandoned you" instead. Because being alive and abandoning him is better than being dead.

He lives with this. With the thought that his parents couldn't put up with him - put up with Gotham - anymore. He imagines their new life and shows hand-drawn pictures of them - alive and happy and in the midst of craziest adventures 10-year-old can come up with - and Alfred excuses himself after to cry alone every time.

Bruce forsed into therapy. It's not healthy to just forget about death; it's not healthy to live in such complete denial. And he goes, willingly, without complaints. He talks about problems at school, about his fears and anxieties that had gotten worse after his parents left him. He talks about them at length - mother's kindness and warmth, father's guidance and patience - and cries. And every time his therapists try to tell him: "But they're dead, Bruce", he gets this blank look in his eyes for a second and goes quiet and still. His sessions last for three years; Alfred thinks about fourth and does nothing.

After that it is still the same path - Bruce decides that he must help Gotham, seeks training, becomes Batman, all that drill. He fosters Dick - and loves him with all his heart. They fight, Dick leaves, and Bruce thinks that maybe it's not Gotham - maybe it's just him.

He finds Jason - hungry and miserable and too angry to be alone. He takes him under his wing, and makes him Robin, and everything is not fine - Dick still doesn't come home but at least he picks up the phone - but it's good. Bruce is good. He content with his life.

And then Jason dies.

It uproots everything. Dick comes home to scream at Bruce about his dead- something, they wasn't brothers truly, but Dick started to accept Jason as his successor. He screams himself to exhaustion. He turns to leave again. And then Bruce pulls down his cowl and says: "I understand that you are upset. It's my fault that Jason is in this condition. It'll take a lot of time to heal but hell be fine, Dick. I promise."

Dick is frozen. He stands with his mouth open, unable to form one coherent thought, until Alfred guides him away with a gentle touch on the elbow and explains Bruce's inability to understand death in hushed voice. Dick doesn't believe him. Not at first. Not until he sees Bruce talking at Jason's corpse with almost serene smile on his face and then Dick out of the cave to promptly retch into the nearest toilet. It's too much.

It's too much for Alfred too. He doesn't know what Bruce sees inside his mind, when the are at the wake and coffin is lowered into open maw of the grave. But Bruce talks to Jason - and Alfred doesn't listen after "I'll wait for you, son, as long as I need".

And the worst part? Jason does come back.

[andieperrie18]

Egoistic: Bruce Wayne x Reader

I am in love with MAMAMOO and I like how this song inspired by this. I am just a random writer writing random content depending on what inspires me or what comes to my mind but I do hope to some of you who would read this one-shot would like this. So I have no particular bias in mamamoo but I just thought moonbyul would be perfect as Reader-chan. now Enjoy!!

part II

Egoistic: Bruce Wayne x Reader

I foolishly adjusted to you and it’s torturing me

Making me lonely till the end

-          Egoistic: Mamamoo

Bruce Wayne, the notorious philanthropist, and playboy in the city of Gotham. The man that captured hearts of many and had bedded some of a few. A man of power and looks as he is not only a wise man but a total lady killer as well.

Then came he alters ego, none other than the Dark Knight himself, Batman. A hero he calls himself yet he does the most despicable things to every villain he encounters. He embosses cruelty and violence that he knows that will strike fear to every dirt lingering in his city.

Only a few people know that these only masked. Specifically two people. Alfred Pennyworth: The Wayne Family Butler and Y/n L/n: The Childhood Best friend.

There was also Selina Kyle, but she cannot really penetrate his wall. Yet.

What she and Bruce had been considerably more than just a fling. They had their nights together as they let themselves lost in their desires. And the man seems to not mind at all as he is starting to consider the woman as the only person who understands him. The man was truly and Egoist.

Too encased with the idea that he was a man who lost everything. A man who wants to rid the society of its parasites and pest. A hero equipped with the most convenient ways to help people of Gotham. And he had a perfect companion in his goals, Cat woman. Although a criminal but Selina did things for the good, well most of the time.

     Y/n was nothing compared to Selina. The moment the woman entered her best friend’s life, it was she never existed in Bruce’s life. The way she would break with every conversation they would have about the said vixen vigilante made her blood boil and heartbreak all the time. But what can she do?

“What can I do?” Y/n mumbled to herself as she stood before Wayne mansion.

The skies thundered, heavy droplets of rain drizzled endlessly that night. Flashes of lightning gave glimpses of her peripherals from the metal fences, the shrubbery. She cast her eyes upward and from her spot, she had a perfect view of his bedroom window. The light was on in his room. She saw a silhouette of two figures inside before the light disappeared and so did the breath from her lips.

It was one of those nights where Selina would come home with Bruce from his patrol. Another night of sheer bliss from both of them. And another night of torment for Y/n.

           Eyes never leaving the same window, Y/n remained in her spot as the rain continue to drench her from head to toe. Droplets of water missing with the salty ones that slid along her cheeks from her glassy eyes. The pattering of rain was being accompanied by small sounds of light sobs.

           And from that night, she vowed. That this will be the last time Bruce Wayne will make her cry.

^^^^^^

           It’s been a couple of years now. Bruce has seen his best friend who left him with nothing but a letter of confession. At first, he was oblivious of his best friend’s disappearance until one day he asked his trusty butler to why the sudden absence of woman. Alfred replied with silence before handing his master an envelope.

           There is a saying where in order for someone to realize their feelings for that person is for them to lose that said person. And that he just did.

           The closest person he considers as a family had gone off somewhere after verbatim-ly confessing in a letter that she can no longer resist that pain she has to feels upon seeing him in bed with another. And it was made more difficult years later when he realizes that there were still differences between him and Selina. She can handle publicity, unlike Y/n who handles everything for Bruce.

           It was hard to function for him for a while before he met Dick.

           Bruce is now as at a party, Mayor Garcia had somewhat called up all people from around to for the ball. Of course him being a big shot, it would almost seem impossible for him to not be invited. With that opportunity, he brought his son’s along with him yet they all went to separate directions later after a few minutes of entering the venue.

           The party had an unknown purpose as the said leader of the city stated that it was just another celebration.

           Damian Wayne was keeping himself occupied by marveling all the pieces that seem to be sponsored at the party.

           “An Obra Maestra in my opinion. Maybe I should get one for my room or maybe two?” the young Wayne boy stared at work with utmost admiration and respect. He was entranced by each stroke on every canvass, hook, line, and sinker. The colors working along with the movements and directions. There was something aggressive with each one that Damian cannot explain.

           Soon he came through an empty hall, littered with more canvasses. Each art contained different messages now but he could tell the artist was still the same person.

           Although he was rather drowned out with admiring one particular piece where it was a portrait of a Sabertooth sitting in a calm meadow with a Robin fluttered upon its snout. Both animals didn’t show any discomfort but rather a pinch of sparks fly. “You like art?”

           Damian didn’t turn as he was still engrossed with the painting mumbled small ‘Yeah’.

           Y/n smiled, her eyes from the boy turned to the painting hung on the wall. “What do you think this piece talks about?” The boy still didn’t turn his gaze away from the painting but manage to muster a reply.

           “It tells about a Robin that had fallen with a Predator.” Y/n hummed, “How do you know it’s a love story kid?” Damian’s green eyes sparkled with curiosity as he analyzed the said piece. “I don’t but I like to think that the Robin had fallen for the predator due to admiration on how well she hunts her prey.” Y/n’s head flicked to the left, lips curling to a smile.

           “A debatable answer.” She chuckled.

           “I’ll take this one to my room. Do you know anyone here I could talk to about buying this piece? I am somewhat very fond of it.” Damian spun her head to the direction of his company. Y/n only smiled at him.

           “I guess I do.”

           “Good, will you take me to him?”

           “SHE is right in front of you darling.”

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     “Fancy seeing you here Clark?”

     The disguised man of steel took Bruce’s extended hand. “Well, it’s just that my agency heard of a big occasion here and nothing really special but they still sent me anyway just in case.” Bruce eyed the small notepad and pen on his one hand. “Still working on a weekend?”

Clark on raised his shoulder to a shrug before a short pause.

“You alone?” The blue-eyed man shook his head. “I’m with the boys, they’re out there somewhere. Maybe drinking their asses out or something.” Clark nodded in reply.

     “Hello, Good Evening everyone.”

Clark and Bruce turns to the podium where the leader of Gotham city now stood.

“I know some of you are still questioning why I invited you all here. In a very normal party. I think many of you notice the setting.”

“Bruce.”

The said the male’s attention was taken by his eldest who was accompanied by his other two siblings. “Dick, Tim, Jason. I’m surprised you’ve found me. Where’s Damian?” the three looked at each other, brows furrowed.

“The Painting exhibited on the walls are sponsored by a surprise guess tonight. I know some of you have been eyeing some pieces of our liking but sadly they are not yet for release.”

“We thought he was with you.” A surge of worry climbed through Bruce’s bile a bit.

“Don’t worry too much, Bruce. I’m sure he’s just around here somewhere.”

“Now I would like to present to all of you the mind of all the masterpieces spread across all of you. I must say I was rather excited when she had finally accepted our invitation. And our guest was generous enough to have all her works be the highlight of this event since we’ve been aiming to have an Artistic type of setting.”

All attention finally was to the speaker on the front Bruce and his sons were still quite occupied to where the youngest was. “Clark would you mind keeping an eye out to where my son is.” Of course, the man agreed.

Still occupied, Bruce kept turning his head every five minutes in hopes of spotting the jaded eyed boy.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you. The Artiste Visionnaire of France. The Famous 21st Century Art Critique Maîtresse. Painter and Ex-Marine Sergeant;

Madamoiselle Y/n M/n L/n.”

At the moment, everything had stopped for Bruce. The familiarity of the name that should have been long forgotten in the back of his mind rang like he had heard the name like yesterday.

“Wow, who would’ve thought that I could hit a jackpot tonight? Y/n is a big name in the industry. Have you ever seen such and influencing woman- Bruce?” With air caught in-between spaces of his throat, he can’t form any type of reply.

His eyes watched from the edge of the stage, a good ten feet from the podium where the Mayor stood. He awaited the familiar petite frame of a woman that he remembers that likes to dress into big skirts and conservative tops. The same woman that he had come to realize to be his only one.

And with no denial, a woman did emerge from the side. But not in the said attire he had thought as he almost didn’t recognize that it was a woman. The person emerges wearing a very prestigious and recent collection Dolce and Gabbana. It was a suit, the type where big businessmen would wear. It was tailored from a very expensive satin called satin-jacquard. The satin suit glowed in its canary yellow hue that lights from every chandelier allowed it glimmer a lot more. Like the person walking in them was wearing gold. And along the satin suit was loitering designs of floral in dominating shades of reds and greens.

“Y/n…” It was her.

Yet he felt different from her. Like he was somewhat culture shocked. The woman who never failed to show femininity to the crowd is now walking before him in the most expensive suit somewhat only she could pull off. Eyes held no type of emotion but stoniness.

Bruce watch each of her strides towards the podium. Poise. Just poise.

He described that moment as if she was the most feminine of the feminine yet masculine of the most masculine.

As she arrived by the podium, facing the seemingly endless crowd of elites. He didn’t miss the moment her eyes found his.

[superbataddicted]

Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 6 Part 1)

Day 6 Prompt: Ocean

Pairing: Superbat

Title: The Artist and his Florist - Chapter 6 - Pressurized (Part 1)

Bruce fell back into the rhythm of filling orders and taking care of the botany in his shop.

His hectic schedule kept him busy and the drama that had happened, faded into the background, dream-like and surreal. Bruce would have put it all out of his mind if not for Clark.

That man was hard to ignore even when he was not physically there.

And that was due to the meddling of certain people who kept trying to get them together.

Jon was one of them, hanging around a lot and thick as thieves with Dick. Whenever Bruce was around, Clark would inadvertently popped up when the two talked, giving him an earful of what he had been up to.

And as if that was not enough, Jon had also become very forgetful of late - leaving his keys or wallet or something of his behind. Bruce would inadvertently receive a call, seeking the return of his belongings. And coincidentally, no one happened to be in at that moment, Alfred included. So Bruce had to make the trip himself and Clark, also coincidentally, happened to be brewing up a pot of tea (Alfred taught him) when Bruce entered the shop. Alfred’s cookies would be laid out too, and it was just too impolite to reject Clark’s invitation to join him.

Dick had been just as bad too – trying so hard to get Clark into Bruce’s shop or apartment, exactly like what was happening now.

Bruce frowned as Clark stepped into the back room, disrupting him while he was making flower pews. In his hands were two sacks of fertiliser stacked on top of one another, and his smile widened at the sight of Bruce.

“Thanks, Clark!” Dick trailed behind him, struggling with a similar bag on his own, “Just put it here and we’re done.”

Bruce averted his eyes from Clark and glowered at Dick instead.

“That’s your job, Dick, so quit bothering others about it.”

“But they’re such a chore to move,” Dick whined, massaging his arms as if they ached terribly, “And Clark happened to pass by and he offered to help.”

Yah right!, Bruce scoffed out loud, not believing one bit of Dick’s story. He had seen his assistant carrying them all the time and not one word of complaint ever passed his lips.

“Oh, my! You don’t believe Clark’s that strong,” Dick’s eyes widened in horror and Bruce gritted his teeth (Dick was purposely misunderstanding his expression).

“He really is, you know. Look at his biceps...” Dick took Clark’s arm, bending it to show the flex of toned muscles, “I bet you that he can lift you up with just one arm, easy-peasy.”

With a sense of foreboding, Bruce decided to beat a hasty retreat rather than engage in whatever mischief Dick had up his sleeve.

“I left something upstairs.”

And he tried to leave. But Jon appeared at that moment, blocking his exit.

“Is someone criticising my master?” Jon asked.

Once a god as well (Bruce found out later) he was actually Clark’s guardian dog choosing to accept the same accursed fate as his master. Extremely protective of him, Jon disliked anyone saying bad about his master and he frowned at Dick.

“It’s not me,” Dick waved his hand frantically in denial, “It’s Bruce. He thinks that Clark’s weak.”

“I did not!” Bruce growled, “And move your butt. I have other matters to attend to than play your games.”

But Jon, instead of giving way, took a step forward, hands on his hips.

“Clark’s not weak! My master can lift up the ocean if he wishes to.”

“It’s world not ocean,” Clark corrected him, “And Bruce meant no ill. So let’s just drop it.”

Bruce shot him a grateful look but Jon refused to back down.

“Whatever. But I’m not happy that my master’s honour has been belittled. So show him, master. Throw him over your shoulder and swing him around.”

Bruce gaped at the preposterous suggestion and his eyes darted towards Clark, hoping that he would not be that silly as to do as Jon said.

However, he turned pale when Clark shot him an apologetic glance.

“Don’t you....”

Was all he could manage before Clark grabbed him and hoisted him over his shoulder.

“Put me down at once!” Bruce yelled, flustered and furious and hanging upside down.

But Clark swung him round instead amidst cheers and clapping from the other two. Blood rushed to Bruce’s head causing disorientation. So when he was finally put down, Bruce had to cling onto Clark, waiting for the dizziness to clear.

Feeling much better, Bruce, acutely aware of their proximity, tried to step back. But an arm round his waist prevented him from doing so. He looked up to find Clark’s breath quickening and his pupils dilating. And Clark’s other hand had slid up to hold him by the nape, lips shifting closer.

But before they could kiss, Bruce had wrenched himself free. Eyes darting around, relieved to find Jon and Dick absent (the two had known better than to stay around), Bruce dashed off.

He slammed shut the apartment’s door and leaned back, breath erratic.

Alfred poked his head out of the kitchen.

“Something happened again?”  he asked, and although his expression was somber, he could not hid the mirth dancing in his eyes.

Instead of a reply, Bruce glared at him and stalked into his room.

Yes, again it happened!, Bruce fumed as he flung himself onto the bed.

Again, Clark had to turn up, creating havoc in his life. He couldn’t seem to get rid of him. He was there for Sunday lunch (Alfred’s doing). He was there with Bruce’s favourite morning coffee (a tip from Dick). He was there helping him to close up for the night (again Dick’s doing).

It was Clark and Clark and Clark, and Bruce had no idea how to react.

He felt guilty. He felt pressurised. He knew their story but he just couldn’t remember.

And the heated glances that Clark cast him, that forlorn smile when Clark thought he was not looking – Bruce was acutely aware of Clark’s desire for him, to treat him as lovers do. But Bruce just didn’t feel the same.

Yes, he was nice and easy to talk and Bruce was discovering the joy of his company each and every day. And even though he was still totally his type (despite their bad start), they had only just met.

Bruce simply couldn’t match the intensity of Clark’s emotion for him. He needed time, don’t they understand?

(There was supposed to be a date by the ocean but I ran out of time to write it today. So there will be a part 2 for this prompt.)

(Chapter 1 , Chapter 2  , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5)

(Next Chapter - Chapter 6 - Part 2 - Ocean.)

[m00nslippers]

Everyone Crushing On Jason AU

AKA Jason is absolutely oblivious to his own hotness AU, AKA the Batfam is being tortured by Jason’s admirers AU, AKA half the Justice League is in love with Jason AU.

God this thing got huge, lol, here’s the whole thing from the beginning.

*This post will be updated as more is added*

It started with this older post from a while ago: “All batkids, confused by their teammates crushes on Jason”

But then it got revived in a post by @whumpbby: “Damian just found out Jon has a crush on Jason”

This is where it jumped from just the batfam to the superfam: “So almost everyone has a crush on Jason, right?”

“Bashful Jason is the Best Jason” 

Then @wrongblacksun really fleshed it out with me and now it’s the whole dang JL: “Does Bruce know about the Crushes?”

“I can see Talia being smug about Jason's popularity.”

Jason admits to being bisexual, Dick doesn’t take it well: What if someone asks Jason what's is his sexuality?”

Kyle can’t catch a break: “What if Jason came back from a mission with the outlaws and he was meeting with Bruce at the watchtower”

Jason is a cat confirmed: “What if some of the heroes and the JL would talk to kori and Roy and ask how is sex with Jason“

Batfam shenanigans, Bruce is done: “Man i really want to know how catwoman asking Jason out went down“

Everyone crushing on Jay: “Can you imagine Jason being a total badass doing badass kicks and flips”

Roy shows his possessiveness: “What if Jason gets hurt badly on a mission?“

Hal Jordan takes things too far: “What does everyone think about Jason’s Tazer Titties?”

Ivy Puts her foot down “Poison Ivy protecting Jason’s virtue is literally everything.”

Jay is a nerd “Is everyone aware of what a big fucking nerd Jason is?”

Jason is the life of the JL party: “Can u imagine Jason giggling in the everyone has a crush on Jason au”

Jason reaches peak obliviousness: “So, Jason thinks that Hal and Guy are dating?“

Roy has a meltdown: “Oh so when he was just a hot mess with guns and a leather jacket you guys weren't interested...”

Jason misses out on a mission: “What if there's an undercover mission that Bruce sends Jason on?”

Kara fantasizes: “Ok but imagine Jason's admirers seeing his non-badass qualities”

Guy pulls a Hal: “Can u imagine someone chest bumping Jason and the they go flying across the room”

Roman has a bad day: Jason wraps his thighs around a thug to choke him and knock him out and now the thug won't stop bragging about it.

Kyle in denial: “I'm pretty sure in crushing au Jason thinks that Kyle still hate him “

Harper resists: “ Jason running at a thief, jumps at them right at their face wraps his thighs around their neck flipping them to the ground“

Roy is trying, you guys: “Tbh it's cute thinking about Roy going all Overprotective Mama Hen over Jason“

Clark weighs in: “What does superman think about the gossip in the watchtower about how hot Jason is?”

Tim hatches a plan: “Jason in booty shorts for the Jason’s thighs attract pretty much everyone AU?“

Kyle has outdone himself (Art): “Jason in booty shorts but! With a crop top on but still wearing his jacket “

Jason and magic: “What does every one think about Jason all blades swords?”

Jessica's fanfic 1: “Ok i must be going off the tangent now but hear me out, if Jaydick happened in your everyone has a crush on Jason Au“

Tim’s plan comes together: “Tim: hey Jason, you should patrol while dressed as Lara Croft“

Jason’s fluffy hair (Art): “Jason has the most fluffiness hair in all universe especially in the everyone has a crush on Jason au”

Jason and glasses (Art): “ Jason with glasses that makes his eyes so FREAKING beautiful in every one has a crush on Jason au”

Kon gets on Jason’s last nerve: “Bruce ask Jason to pick a hero to help him with his mission so he picks Duke and kon”

You don’t wanna fight Jason (Art): “Okay but like Jason wearing sweatpants while training is absolutely everything“

Jason is a bottom, revealed: “how do you think everyone would react once they found out jason’s a bottom“

Alfred is not having it: “Okay but like what does Alfred think about every one crushing on Jason?”

Jay's sexy bod (Art): "Jason Thunder thighs Todd u can look but can't touch or grope"

To Yeet or Not to Yeet: “I bet kon just goes bragging about the red hood just effortlessly yeeting him across the room.“

How to get a hook-up with Jason: “ What if Jason's obliviousness was too much that some people outright asked him out to get the message through “

The Mystery of the White Streak 1: “Does anybody like Jason's white floof in everyone has a crush on Jason au? Or nah”

Roman makes preparations, Li is done: “ Li: Don't you think you're getting a little too obsessed? Black Mask: I am NOT obsessed”

Jessica’s fanfic 2: “They find him under some stair and he's panting heavily with half closed eyes, a blush on his face and is very flustered“

The Mystery of the White Streak 2: “ Um the question? Why don't you just ask Jason about his white hair?”

Roy and Bizarro join forces: “Okay, listen, Roy is definitely mommy's cool boyfriend for Bizarro. He will adore him and try to spoil him whenever he can.”

The Mystery of the White Streak Revealed: “I think Jason with white hair is valid like he is just a sexy beautiful superb angel”

The Curse of the Watchtower Library: “how times did some one found Jason in the watchtower library asleep with books all around him?“

Rose makes Slade an offer: “Slade is in the mix of people who find Jason attractive and Rose is ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED“

The Jason Todd Appreciation Society: Alright. Let's stop beating around the bush here. Who has actually managed to seal the deal in this au?

Tickle Attack: “ Is Jason ticklish in crushing au?“

Guy considers his options: “ What kind of courting gifts do you think Jason gets in ECoJ au?”

Scars (Art): “In crushing au does Jason have freckles or any scars visible on his face or body?”

Tickle Attack 2: “In the crushing au how would they react to Cass tickling Jason in front of them?”

Ma Gunn don’t play: “Since Ma gunn is Jasons biological grandmother, how does she react to everyone wanting to woo Jason in the ECoJ au?” 

Guy’s date is ruined: “ I actually found out that before the reboot, Guy Gardner owned and ran a bar on Oa. And we all know what happens when Jason goes to bars... "  

Jason and singing: “ how many did the members of JL and the batfamily caught Jason singing? Or does he sing or no”

Kara makes fashion suggestions: ”His helmet is cracked and u can see half of his face and a black eye forming and his jacket and some of his body armor is ripped off “

Bi-Pride Jason (Art): “Can u pls draw Jason holding up the bisexual flag on top a building as he watches a pride parade”

Jason gets unwanted attention: “ In crushing au Did any one in the universe saw how hot and adorable Jason is and try to steal him? “

Batfam and Bananas: “So wait both Dick and Jason eat bananas by deepthroating them?”

Unfortunate costume swap 1: “What if in ECoJ au Jason and Artemis switch uniforms because he lost a bet xD”

Unfortunate costume swap 2: “Now imagine that Jason has to go on his day still having to wear Artemis clothes“

[elecilaombre]

So ... I tried to write a little something inspired by @nanadrawsrobins comics of Tim. I’m clearly not sure about the result, but I enjoyed doing it ! I hope you like it Nana... 

Water. Water was beautiful and calming ; ray of sunshine going through all the shades of blue that could exist ; cold and soothing drop on the skin ; burning tears and warm waves. Water was Tim’s favorite element, but also his most feared one… Because water could easily turn from calming to deadly ; and Tim was fully aware of it and very careful near it.

But right now, Tim was tired, exhausted and morose. Laying motionless in the bathtub, he was waiting for something ; he didn’t knew what exactly, but maybe it will become clearer later, later and that’s why he was waiting. He hoped for something, anything, that will push him to get up and go back to his life. But soon, it will be 3 hours that he was laying in the cold water and, except that Tim was shivering, nothing changed in those hours.

Tim was actually alone in his flat, Bruce had been clear about what would happen if he saw him in the street. Bruce hated him, hated him because he almost killed Boomerang - but it was an accident Bruce I swear it wasn’t in purpose - hated him because Tim wasn’t his son, hated him because he imposed his presence - I wasn’t mean for the mask - and mostly, lastly, hated him because he wasn’t Jason - or Dick, or Damian, not meant for Robin’s mantle- and Tim couldn’t do anything against that.

And, as stupid as it could sound, Tim needed his vigilante life, it was the only thing that he really enjoyed. Because he doesn’t have any friend anymore. Because he doesn’t have parents anymore. Because this role was the most important one he will ever have in his life. Because his friends and family gravitate around his vigilante work.

There was a lump in his throat, an enormous lump and he felt like sobbing and curling on himself, waiting for someone to save him - who would save me ?- to console him.

Now that he begun to think about it again, it almost has been 3 weeks since he was benched and exactly as long that he hadn’t heard about anyone of the family, except Alfred’s morning call remembering him to eat and sleep. Maybe he didn’t mattered if he wasn’t in costume. Because … who would want to be associated with Tim Drake ? Who ? Not Timothy Jackson Drake, heir of the Drake fortune. Nor with Red Robin, vigilante of Gotham. No, just Tim, sad little Timmy who loved photography and - wished for a loving family - loved the Gotham’s Bats with all his passions. Nobody loved this part of his personality. And that was the problem. Tim shouldn’t be Tim if he wanted to be - loved - happy. He needed to be someone else, to endorse another role.

He was getting so cold, literally from the inside, and he straighten to add some burning water to warm his body a little and lay down right back.

Tim started to drift off right away,half there only. He was alone, alone, alone … Just like when he was young and lonely in the manor, that his parents wouldn’t stay with him. It was just like this time when he was 4 and playing in his bathtub. When he was 4 and that he loved water too much. When he was 4 and alone in his bath. When he was 4 and tried to hug back the water. When he was 4 and almost became a new Narcisse. He didn’t drown, but it was close and luckily his mother saw him before it was too late. And truly, it really was just luck if she came at the right moment - she wasn’t worrying for me. And, it’s the first time that Tim realise that water could be gorgeous, but in the same time, dangerous.

But gosh, how Tim loved water. Maybe he was an adrenaline junkie just like Dick …? Ô Dick, what was Tim for Dick ? The young boy use to adulated Dick, to see him almost like a god figure. And Ô, how Tim was happy to work with him, back in his Robin day’s, when Nightwing use to work with him even if he was angry at Bruce. Like if Tim was important for him. Like if they were brothers. Sadly, it turned out to be a lied. After all, as soon as Bruce died, Dick first choice as Batman was to fired Tim and give Robin mantle to Damian. Supposedly, because the young boy need it more than him, since he lost his father … But Tim also needed it, Tim also lost a father - for the second time. Dick never loved him. Tim was just emotionally available at the right time for Dick, but nothing more than a replacement for Jason and a knock-off of Damian. And Tim’s heart ache each time he saw them, Damian and Dick, being brothers and bickering together, lovingly.

Maybe Tim just hadn’t his place in this family. After all, that was the only explanation. He had been the only one to work his way to the family, to struggle to be accepted.And all of that for what ? For being rejected at the first occasion ! Why couldn’t he be loved ?

Even Bruce let him down. Bruce and Batman, symbol of hope for Gotham, loathed him. However, Tim risked his life for Bruce, to prove he was still alive, to save him. Tim had been ready to sell himself to Ra's if it could help Bruce. He had been seen as crazy, pitiful, in denial and everything in the between. He had been left all alone - once again - with no support and people judging him. But he persevered and strive to find his mentor, to make him come back, even if Tim himself doubted of his plans.

But it turned out great, isn’t it ? Bruce was safe and back, everyone was alive… And they were happy together, even without him, they were happy and fine. Maybe Tim did a good job on that...After all, his prime objective was to give Batman a Robin until everything fell back right at his place, until the batfam members were all doing fine. And now they indeed were doing fine, furthermore, without him. He wasn’t needed anymore. He should just move on. Alas, Tim had already sacrificed too much for this lifestyle to be able to go back to the old one, to be able to move on, to be able to quit just like that. If he quitted, what other purpose could his life serve ?

The water was overflowing, dripping in loud splash on the floor. Tim didn’t heard it. He had water on his ears muffling sound. He has his head almost totally dipped in the burning water. He should felt that it was too hot for his skin.

But it has been three weeks. Three weeks that he was alone in his flat rehashing things, turning in the void - hoping for a visit - tired but wide awake, hoping for a reason to stay - alive.

He never felt that numb, if he could say felt… Everything was a blur. He was spiralling once again. Just like those time searching for Bruce. Except that this time, he hadn’t any point to continue. He could stop. Just stop. STOP.

The water called him, appropriating Tim’s malleable body, covering it as a fluid like blanket. He was slowly slipping in the bathtub, his nose brushing the water. Turn out that is what he was waiting for.

Tim thought that maybe it’s exactly what he was destined to do : to die in the embrace of his favorite element. Because soon, if he didn’t straighten up, he knew he wouldn’t be able to breathe anymore, and drown slowly - just like when I was 4.

He should call for help. Now. Before he do something stupid - and irreversible. But who … Who would pick up the phone and come to save him ? For who could he really matter ? Bruce hated him. Dick mocked him. His friends weren’t his friends anymore - they came back changed too much, maybe. Stephanie lied to him, didn’t trusted him. Jason didn’t give a shit about him. Damian wanted him dead. Alfred was just being nice.

The water closed over his head, blurring his tear, burning his skin and heating a little this deadly cold inside of him. He was alone. His job was done. His life lost his purpose. Tim will let himself end, like Narcisse did, like he was supposed to end when he was younger.

His lungs begun to burn, his extremity tingling and suddenly, he felt happy. Tim might have been an accident, but he refund his debt by helping Gotham’s vigilantes to stay binded. He suddenly was peaceful, his work was done and well done. Jason was back. Someone - else - was carrying Robin’s legacy. Tim could leave peacefully, water filling slowly his body. After all, was there someone who cared ?

Cass… He could have called Cass - I’m sorry I love you. Too late.

Tim closed his eyes, his lungs full of water, enjoying it’s warm embrace. Ending in a pseudo-hug was so ironic. His mind drifted off for the last time.

Sorry Cass. Sorry. I always understand too late.

Tim always loved water because it was calming - and easily deadly.

He never felt the arm that closed around him few minutes later.

Too late.

[neeko0neeko]

The circus boy.

DamiDick. Bruce Wayne was the most recognized billionaire of Gotham City as he also liked to help small charities like small businesses that looked at the high potential to thrive, and one of his donations went to a small circus that had recently moved to the city to stay, they were not tents but was itself a building that looked like a huge circus tent with some attractions and rides and a small room where they had the circus mascot a small sea seal, which all the circus cared for and They had appreciation. One of those days the billionaire and play boy, was that place called Circus Halley, accompanied by his only son Damian Wayne who looked in a derogatory way all around him as annoyed by the fact that his father dragged him that place, he preferred the comfort of the mansion where he could get away from all the hypocritical and annoying society that there was but Bruce believed that maybe a little fresh air would not hurt his son, and least a place that every 13 year old boy is excited to go and meet and see their acts, all except the son of the bat. While the Playboy was talking to the director of the place and they were walking towards what the child of 13 years felt was the address of the owner's office, some members of the Circus Haley team were walking in the opposite direction, and suddenly the Director stopped them and apparently called for the heir Wayne to see a small child of maybe about 10 years old, thin frame almost delicate like that of a girl, some beautiful cobalt blue eyes and a thick but beautiful jet hair with his practice suit for the choreography of the next act that they would present in two days. The boy was with a couple of teenagers, who continued their course leaving the minor with his director, who said: -It is Richard, our youngest trapeze artist and new member of the Flying Grayson -the man introduced the small boy who smiled and greeted the new guests of the place with genuine joy, but Bruce understood without any delay the hint of why he called to that boy of almost the same age as his only son. Dick, why do not you give a little tour of our facilities to young Wayne? "He suggested without having to send the boy because he was happy to accept the proposal. The two adults left the boys alone to be talking about business and so on, things that Bruce tried not to meddle with his son because he was still young for these things and it was better that he enjoyed his childhood a little. While, where the boys were a tense environment, Dick the young acrobat had some nerve to have that boy closer still for the cold emerald look and could swear that he had already killed him, if the looks kill, and took all the courage giving him a broad smile and he said: "My name is Richard John Grayson, but you can tell me Dick like everyone." He extended his hand to the other boy, who just looked at his action and almost with a gesture showed his displeasure towards Dick, who put his hand down and got a little more nervous thinking about how to get rid of that tense atmosphere between the two of them and perhaps gain a little of the boy's confidence. He was encouraged a little and with some courage even boldly took the arm of the rich child and not caring about the scolding or complaints of others dragged him throughout the facilities talking about each of them without ever letting go of his grip on the other, while that Damian growled angrily and was already thinking about kicking or slapping the boy to be almost smoke from the ears of the courage he felt but when Dick turned to see him showing a broad and very happy smile something inside the heir Wayne He moved away forgetting for a moment the anger he felt towards the other lost in the cobalt gaze for a few seconds before the little acrobat stopped looking at him to continue with his tour, it was there that the young Wayne decided to calm down a little and let himself be dragged by the younger when noticing the joy that it gave off. Time ran and they had already gone through all the permitted areas and a couple forbidden to visitors, where Dick slipped Damian perfectly but of course he had to steal an acrobat costume so nobody would suspect the other, and how he convinced the son of the Bat to change their clothes was difficult but the blackmail was not a bad idea even more to mention that the circus hid a surprise that only the father of the heir Wayne and the director as the members of the circus knew more no one, with this fact led him to the practice area where you could see some trapeze artists and stagehands rehearse their routines as exercising; Dick took Damian's arm to take him out of the place and they went to the apartment complex or rooms next door in a half-size house almost the size of a small-floor house, where Dick climbed up and entered through a semi-open window and then He helped the older man to enter the same place. "Wait for me here, and I'm not slow," Dick said with suppressed joy to Damian, and before hearing any reply or denial, he went further into that place that was somewhat dark and left the senior in total alert of anything, until the The light was lit, exposing a small enclosure as for an animal by the straw on the ground simulating a lawn, and he could see not far away a small pond of clean water maybe a meter or two deep. Damian did not hesitate to start making speculations that he had locked up there until the child's voice took him out of his thoughts and without delay went to where the boy was, finding that he was not alone but accompanied by nothing more or less than an elephant taller than perhaps one or two heads that Dick, who was playing with his trunk the jet black hair of the acrobat taking him a couple of laughs. A small smile left the demon Wayne's lips before approaching the minor completely, and almost slowly he reached out to touch the pachyderm that he allowed himself to do without any problem. "Her name is Zitka, she's an elephant," Dick explained, still with laughter in between, like a little scolding or that they wanted to look like because they were more play words for the elephant to continue to torment the boy with playing with his hair, before the attentive greenish look The other boy who also began to hit the joy of the child. -Why have not they taken Zitka out in their actions? -Asked the child curious, to know the royalties that people would give just to see the elephant in the circus acts. Something that surprised him not to see in that circus, because it was one of the few that the animals were not in their acts and something that made him happy internally because there was no animal abuse of their caretakers. Dick stopped playing with the elephant to look at the boy and thought well the exact words for the explanation that should give, as also part had some nerve to get into trouble if he went with the gossip to his father or someone else when I knew that the information of the pachyderm in the circus was strictly confidential, something totally different from Coral, the little five-year-old sea seal - which, too, was not linked to the circus life of the place and was only there with them at the decision of the seal, since several times they released her in the ocean after her recovery when she found her wounded and entangled on the beach and this despite the many attempts she always returns to them - but something inside the little acrobat told her that she could trust the other, so without further ado, he said: -I found her together two of my friends Zachary and Garfield who are also part of the circus. It was during a small excursion through the docks, and we saw her locked in a wooden box for smuggling, we did not think well about the problems and we took her out of there-she began to narrate Dick with some tranquility, slightly erasing her cheerful smile, while vaguely remembered the sad look of the elephant inside that small space that was confined and was poorly nourished. We brought her here, and well, Mr. Wayne gave us his approval and moved a couple of threads so that she will stay here until she is three years old, she will be referred to an animal rehabilitation center in Nairobi, Kenya-she sighed knowingly that there was only one year left, perhaps only months before her friend left, because that was that elephant. Damian listened attentively to each word as to each micro expression of the other finding the genuine truth of his words as his sadness, it was not all knowing that perhaps the separation of that elephant would hurt the boy, who now caressed the head of the animal in a loving way. Soon both boys returned to where they should wait both the father of the major and the director of the circus, now Damian wore his normal clothes and was calmer listening to all the crazies and anecdotes of the 10-year-old boy who narrated him with joy until dramatizing some things, giving a little laughter to the other or a smile really crazy because the son of Bruce Wayne was not someone to smile so easily let alone share their living space with another person. When it was time to say goodbye, the younger thought that maybe he would never see the other one again, so he decided to follow them until he reached the limousine with his butler, Alfred Pennyworth, and without waiting Dick raised his voice saying: "Wait!" And as if it were the day of the miracles themselves, the son of the bat heeded the request as he turned to see Dick who had come to his side before telling him- You did not tell me your name, You could say before you leave, please, "the younger asked, with some nervousness and wearing a faint blush painting on his cheeks. -Damian-said with a smile that was only dedicated to the other leaving almost surprised everyone present even more to his father and Alfred, who never saw much that genuine smile on the lips of the only heir Wayne so far. Little Dick reciprocated the gesture with a smile before quickly reducing the distances almost fleeting to give him a small kiss on the cheek on the contrary, leaving gawking and with the heart beating a thousand the cold son of the billionaire. -I hope to see you again soon, Damian-Dick gave a broad smile and a more marked blush on his cheeks, but already leaving a little aside his nervousness. After the departure of the heir Wayne of the Circus Haley, Dick could not get the face, the smile and even the laughter of the elder, feeling not only excited but also satisfied that he had managed to get that cold guy from high society it will show its warm side, and even more than just maybe he has seen it. While with Damian, he promised to return to that place to see that cobalt-eyed boy because something told him not to let him go that was the right one, and how not to do it if he managed to get more than a smile and laugh today, something that his two best friends (servants and punching bags) Colin and Jon had achieved. Link in Spanish: https://my.w.tt/RvtQCxSfxQ

[ageeksnerdyworld]

Save It For The Living

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson

Word Count: 3,470

Trigger Warning: Ghosts. Haunting. Slight Violence. Slight Swearing. Grief. Ghost Possession.

A/N: Parts--X  Continuing with my Ghost!Jason AU. This kinda takes place in the middle of the first one. I apologize for the first one being so shitty but I think this one’s a bit better. Well... I mean, I tried to make it better. (This was super hard but that’s what I get for trying to write a haunting & ghosty stuff from ghost’s pov.) I also have a third installment in the works so...

Summary: After arriving at Wayne Manor, and talking to Dick, Jason decides to stick around for a while. He plans on leaving after the séance and he hopes he won’t be there long. But as he waits for Bruce’s decision on the séance he accidently starts haunting the Manor.

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Jason walks the halls of Wayne Manor late at night; unable to sleep. It isn’t that he won’t fall asleep; he simply can’t. Ever since he came back from the dead he doesn’t need to sleep. In fact all those normal things that humans do he doesn’t need to do them anymore. He spends most of his nights wandering. The noiseless emptiness of the Manor at night reminds him of his grave and it calms his mind.

Except tonight the Manor is not so quiet.

The normal creaks and settling noises fill the old estate but there’s also another noise that’s Jason’s ears pick up on. Entering the library, planning to read, the noise gets louder and Jason can tell that it’s coming from the cave. It sounds like muffled crying, but, he isn’t sure enough; barely used to his ghost powers. He goes to the grandfather clock anyway and opens the secret entrance. Jason expertly slides down the firefighter pole and lands on his feet; experience being a good teacher. Once lands he looks around the darkened area. Bruce sits at the BatComputer leaning back in the chair with his face towards the ceiling.

Bruce’s fists push hard on his eyes and cover his face to muffle his screaming cries.

Jason slowly walks over to Bruce, but, the man doesn’t notice the sharp change in temperature since the Cave is usually very cold. The teenage boy can’t stand to see his father, a man who steeled himself against so many horrors, so broken and distraught. Standing next to Bruce he puts a hand on his father’s shoulder. He can tell that the action brings a slight comfort because Bruce’s body stops shaking.

“Don’t sacrifice the rest of your life missing me.” Jason whispers.

But the message doesn't cross worlds well enough and so Bruce doesn't hear the full thing. It seems like he heard something because he shakes his head in denial. Violently jerking his shoulders, to collect himself, Bruce unknowingly shakes Jason off. Muttering to himself, “It's just your mind playing tricks,” he goes back to work. Jason grits his teeth and angrily stomps away.

He waits a day and then tries again.

XXXXX

He waits until nighttime to try again because the walls between the spirit world and the human world are weaker during the night.

And so the next night Bruce sits alone in the large-scale dining room. At the head of the lengthy, dark cherry oak, table he eats in total silence. The table is quite barren except for the bright white table runner, which lies across the middle, and Wayne’s plate of food. There was once a time when laughter would fill his house, especially at dinner, but that time has passed. Not a single burst of laughter had echoed through the halls since the day Jason died. But what Bruce refused to believe was that Jason was in the room with him; alive but not alive.

“You need to forget about me, old man! I'm dead and rotting in the ground for crying out loud! Just face it, B, there's nothing left!”

Jason stands directly behind the dining room chair that he would normally sit in, the one directly at his father’s side, yelling at Bruce. But the man doesn’t hear him so he goes about eating his dinner in silence. Furious, Jason picks up the chair and throws it. The chair lands almost clear across the room with a loud crash. Bruce stares at the shattered remains of the chair in total shock. Jason, his afterlife strength completely new to him, stares at it as well.

Shit.

I didn’t know I had that in me.

Turning back to his father he says; “You see that? There’s only more where that came from if I stay here longer. More and a hell of a lot worse. You need to let me go, B.” Bruce doesn’t hear him since voices don’t carry well across the spirit world and into the world of the living. The man gets up from his chair and walks over to the shattered remains of the one that sat next to him. He stares at the pieces for a few seconds before kneeling down and picking them up. Carrying the pieces over to the fireplace, in the library, he reaches over the metal grate and tosses them into the fire.

Jason didn’t follow Bruce into the library and so he never saw the scared and worried expression that ran across his father’s face.

XXXXX

Tired of Bruce’s flat-out refusal to acknowledge his presence Jason tries to talk to Alfred the day after the chair incident.

Alfred Pennyworth, the ever-aging and yet ageless batman to The Bat of Gotham, was alone in the BatCave replacing the front shocks on the Batmobile. The car was up on two jack stands that sat under the front end; safely resting on the cement floor. Blocks sat on either end of each of the three wheels to prevent them from moving and thus preventing the car from rolling off the jacks. The butler lay on his back on a creeper, completely underneath the car, and had a toolbox lying open within reach. The new reservoir shocks sat on a cloth, which lay on the concrete, next to the toolbox.

Jason sat on the hood of the car staring at the bit of tire that stuck out from underneath the car.

The sight of the black tire brought back something. It wasn’t a memory per se, as the more time that passed the less he remembered, but it wasn’t something else either. It was more of the feeling, or the ghost, of a memory than an actual one. There was definitely something familiar about the tire but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Alfred was hard at work removing the old shocks. He had already removed the lug nuts to get the tire off but then it was quite a process. One had to remove the bolts from the shock tower, then disconnect the shock from the suspension, and lastly remove the shock from the top and bottom bolts. So Jason waited until the butler either got too hot, or too tired, and rolled out from underneath the car.

Suddenly the sound of a man in pain, and the clank of metal falling on concrete, float up from underneath the car.

“Where is that bloody socket wrench?!”

Just as Alfred’s voice rose from under the car Jason hopped off the hood. It was the perfect opportunity to prove to Alfred that he was still here; since helping in the kitchen proved to be a total fiasco. He stood parallel to the side of the black car and looked around for the missing socket wrench. Seeing the glint of metal he kneels down to get a good look underneath the car. The socket wrench sits nearer to the rear of the car and completely out of Alfred’s reach.

Alfred curses as he accidently hits his head on the bottom of the car.

He mutters angrily under his breath as he fully rolls himself out from under the car. Getting up from the creeper Alfred sighs deeply before getting down on his hands and knees. Looking around for the socket wrench the elderly butler continues to let loose a string of mumbled swear words. He doesn’t look over to see Jason leaning against the corner wall of the Cave; holding the socket wrench with a smile on his face.

“What the bleeding hell is this? It can’t just disappear.” Alfred says as he gets back up from the floor; searching the ground for the missing wrench.

He takes a rag out of his back pocket and angrily wipes the grease off his hands. Continuing to swear like a sailor the butler looks around to see if the wrench somehow flew somewhere further than the immediate vicinity of the car. Shaking his head in confusion he walks over to the toolbox to retrieve another one. Just as he stands straight with a different wrench in his hands his eyes catch a glint of metal and he looks in the direction of the sparkle. The aged man’s faded blue eyes widen in shock.

“Looking for this?” Jason asks with a slight smirk.

Alfred blinks once and then twice. He can’t believe what he stands before his eyes. It can’t be true. The thing that stands there in front of him just can’t be real. But it can and it is because Alfred stares right at the ghost of Jason Todd; second Boy Wonder. He looks just like what one might imagine, or know, a fresh corpse would look. Forever sixteen years old the boy’s face and hands are as pale as the moonlight; his lips a grayish pink. Apple-green eyes, that used to be so bright and full of life, were now grayed over and foggy. And he’s dressed in the boring, life-less, black suit that they buried him in.

The worst part of it is that he looks so real. So real in fact that Alfred crosses over to the spirit; hand outstretched to touch him.

“Master Jason?” he whispers in disbelief.

Jason chuckles lightly, delighted that someone other than Dick can see him and says; “Yeah, Alf. It’s me. I’m still here.”

But Alfred doesn’t hear him. The elderly man stares at him with tears flooding his faded blue eyes; silently pleading. As his hand goes to wrap around the hand holding the wrench Alfred’s hand slips through the wispy, smoke-like, form of the young boy. All the butler feels is the cold metal of the wrench. He blinks hard and grimaces; fighting with himself. But it’s a losing battle and the tears stream down his face.

“I told Master Bruce to make you stay. I told him.”

Jason sits down and wraps his formless arms around Alfred; letting the old man cry, and repeat those three words, until his voice is hoarse and he has no tears left to shed.

XXXXX

Alfred was definitely convinced and so now all he had to do was get Bruce to see the truth. He tried, in the few ways that he could, to get Alfred to convince Bruce but it was no use. There was nothing that he could say, or do, that would encourage Alfred to talk to the man. And besides Batman was so consumed by his grief that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him.

So Jason followed Bruce like a shadow when he arrived home from work.

“You’re fucking with everything, old man! Don’t you get it?” he yelled as he walked in perfect step with Wayne as he walked through the Manor. Walking through the front hall Jason kept pace and talked and yelled. Even though he knew that there was no way that his father would hear him he was desperate to get something, anything, across that he just kept yelling. He wanted, no, he needed Bruce to see what he was doing. He was growing so angry and getting so full of hate; he knew something bad would happen if Bruce didn’t let him go.

“I’m supposed to be dead but your grief brought me back!”

Bruce Wayne climbed the last step and stood on the top landing of the staircase. Breathing deeply he prepared himself for the walk across the hall to the master bedroom at the very end. It always pained him to pass Jason’s old room; which he kept the same since the boy died. But for some reason unknown to him the mental pain had blossomed into a physical ache in recent days.

He didn’t know that the reason for the ache stood directly behind him.

Overcome with emotion Bruce stops at Jason’s door. There’s nothing special about it to signify that it ever belonged to anyone let alone a boy as special as Jason Todd. But it was his room and his room alone. Staring at the white painted wood Bruce puts his hand on the door and pushes it open; he had always left it unlocked in case he ever felt the need to go in. And today, for the first time ever since Jason’s death, he needed to go into the boy’s room. He stops inside the room and swears to himself that he can feel Jason’s presence there.

A fond smile forms on his face as he thinks about the first time he ever met the boy who would become his second Robin; his second son. He was in Crime Alley investigating a case, what the case was about he couldn’t remember anymore, and he had parked the Batmobile in an alleyway. And this malnourished, fearless, ink-black haired teen had the nerve to steal the tires from his car.

“You remember that, Jason?” Bruce says to empty room as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Remember what?” the ghost of the boy in question asks.

Bruce chuckles to himself, deaf to Jason’s response, “You were so full of determination, intelligence, and love at such a young age. There was always goodness in your heart and I saw it that first night. You never stole or lied to benefit yourself; you did it to benefit others and I thought that I could give you the tools to help others as well as keep yourself safe. But I was wrong.”

Tears began to fall down Bruce’s face as sobs wracked his body. “I was so wrong and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, right! If you were so goddamn sorry then why are you fucking keeping me here?” Jason screams full of anger and hate.

“I loved you like you were my own son. And I did nothing to stop The Joker. I didn’t even try to stop you when you left. I let you thinking that it would teach you some sort of lesson that I don’t even remember now. I let you die. I let you die.”

Jason’s faded eyes go wide at the repeated sentence. He never thought that Bruce blamed himself for his horrific death at The Joker’s hands. Jason himself always thought that the evil, sadistic, disgusting clown was to blame for everything. But hearing Bruce say those words he doesn’t know what to think anymore. On some level, yes, Bruce was to blame. But that didn’t mean that Joker got off scot free, did it?

“I… I love you, son, and I miss you so much.”

He says the words even though Bruce can’t hear him; “I don’t want your love, B. Save it for the living.”

Bruce doesn’t look up from the ground and continues to cry. Fed up with the life-death world barrier Jason turns around to leave; intending to leave for good and do something else with his after-life. But as he turns around Dick Grayson, who arrived at the Manor not five minutes prior looking for Bruce and just walked in the doorway to Jason’s room, walks straight into him. The two bump into one another and Jason passes through Dick’s body like wind through the trees.

At least at first Jason thinks that he passes through Dick.

Then he realizes that he isn’t facing the doorway anymore. He’s back to facing Bruce who stills sits on the edge of the bed; oblivious to the fact that Dick Grayson entered the room. But instead of seeing the grayed-out shape of his adoptive father Jason sees Bruce Wayne in all his color and life. Confused, but also intrigued, Jason lifts his arm and looks at the palm of his hand. But his arm does not move and he does not look at the palm of his hand.

He looks down at Dick’s hand through Dick’s eyes.

Holy shit…

A theory forms in the back of his mind and Jason tests the theory by lifting a leg. Just like before his leg doesn’t move and Dick’s leg does. He turns his foot in a semi-circle on his ankle and Dick’s ankle moves. He chuckles to himself now understanding what happened when he bumped into Dick. Then he realizes what all of this means and he takes a deep breath. When he opens his mouth to speak so does Dick Grayson and the first Boy Wonder’s mouth and voice say the words he’s been dying to get through to Bruce ever since he came back to the Manor.

“Hey, old man.”

“Ja…” Bruce says as he looks up with a small spark of hope in his dark blue eyes. But the hope leaves quickly as his eyes meet Dick Grayson’s face. His eyes aren’t their normal light sky-like blue, but, are instead an odd semi-gray bluish color. But the oddity of that is lost on Bruce Wayne who is still somewhat stuck in his sadness.

“Oh… Dick. Did you just get here? Is there something you needed?”

Dick shakes his head with a slight smile. But the smile isn’t Dick at all, bright and full of life but just a tad snarky, the smile is all Jason Todd. And so are the words that flow out from Dick’s mouth.

“It’s me. And I’ve been here for a quite awhile, B.”

“Jason? But… You’re…”

“Shut it, old man,” Dick snaps suddenly; full of anger and hate. But his eyes are remorseful and the apology he utters is heartfelt.

Keep it together. Say what you have to say then leave.

“You loved me and I get that, but, I’m dead.”

Bruce tries to interrupt but Jason doesn’t give him any room to get a word in. “You need to move on. I’m trying, but, your grief and your undying love is keeping me here. I know it is; it has to be. I know Dick asked you to do a séance; do it. It might you. We could talk better if you do. But get this straight, old man. I don’t need your love, anymore. Save that for Alfred, Dick, Barbara and everybody else. Save that for Gotham for all I care.”

“Save it for the living; they need it.”

With that Jason turns around and pushes through Dick with all his might; breaking off the connection. He looks back to see Dick return to himself and then he exits his old room; leaving the two men to talk. He walks through the Manor to the rear bay windows and walks through the glass and out into the sunlight. Even though he can’t feel it on his skin anymore standing there on the Manor’s back lawn he feels a small semblance of calm and happiness.

“Jason, I just want to know…”

Dick Grayson straightens himself and looks down at Bruce with a confused look. The color had returned to his light sky-blue eyes the moment Jason left his body. The confusion fades from his face and is replaced with a sad half-smile. Bruce wipes the dried tears from his eyes and forcing newer ones to stay behind his eyes. He gets up from the bed and stands tall and straight; his face a mask of cold composure.

“What are you doing in here, Bruce?” Dick asks with genuine concern.

“Nothing. I was… it was nothing, Dick,” he answers sternly.

Dick shrugs and the two quickly leave the room. But before Bruce closes the door he rushes back inside and fixes the portion of the bed that wrinkled when he sat on it. Then he leaves again and shuts the door behind him. Wanting to keep up the charade of skepticism for just a while longer Bruce doesn’t say anything to Dick about seeing Jason’s ghost. He walks down the hallway and almost runs down the staircase rushing to find Alfred.

Bruce makes it to Alfred before Dick enters the living room.

Alfred stood at the bookshelf; straightening some of the shelves. Unbeknownst to both Alfred, and Bruce, Jason sat in one of the library’s large black leather armchairs. He sat with his legs tucked underneath him and a stack of books on the floor within reach. Bruce approaches the butler and doesn’t even pretend to have some other motive to speak with him. Bruce quickly asks him if he saw or heard anything that might’ve changed his mind about Jason. The man’s voice is obviously strained and ragged from crying. The sound of it slightly startles Alfred but looking at Bruce’s red-rimmed eyes, and the tear tracks on his cheeks, he decides to tell the other man the truth. Upon hearing the elderly butler’s confession on seeing the boy’s ghost Bruce confesses to Alfred as well.

“What are we supposed to do now, Alfred?” Bruce asks; pleading for guidance.

“The only thing we can, sir. We take Master Grayson up on his offer for a séance.”

[moonfox281]

Hey! I just read your billionarechild!Dick and racecardriver!Jason story, and I love it, as well as your writing style. My prompt surrounds the A/O/B universe in which Timothy(beta), Jason(alpha), Damian(alpha) fight over Dick(omega). --Extra optional ideas would be: Jason gluing Damian to the ceiling, Tim baking Dick cookies, Jason seducing Dick with his scent, Dick hiding from them by using Bruce as cover, Alfred secretly shipping them together, and a wonderful foursome-- anyways, thanks!

Haha, okay, I know I should have posted this way long ago, and I’ m such a shitty writer for making the owner of this prompt waited this long, sorry about that, I had… still have a crazy schedule for classes and a marketing campaign waiting ahead. Just for you to know, it took me one week to fight down the embarrassment to write the porn part, one week!

You should give me some credit, the old me would have written any.

The art of courting

(Word count: 3,245)

To read it on AO3: potato 

In a wolf pack, there were various subordinates, who dominated the omega. The omega was the lowest. It was the baby-sitter and usually more puppy than wolf. The same worked for the Wayne’s pack. Everyone who had met Dick thought he was a complete sugar cone covered in maple syrup besides from being sex on the stick (except when you pissed him off, nobody wanted to go down that road). Diana once said Dick had stolen all the light from others in his pack for being a walking sunlight living in the Cave of Bats and brooding men. Normally, the alphas would only take about ten to twenty percent of the pack, because a kingdom only needed one king. However, though, life wasn’t just that simple, at least in Gotham, in a particular abnormal family.

“Go snarl at your zoo, Demon Brat. I’m not giving the phone to you!” Jason grunted and only one step away from baring his teeth toward the boy’s neck.“Why would Grayson want to waste his breath on a failure like you, Todd. I demand you to hand me the phone, right now!” “He called me, prick! Me!” “He asked about me!”

The two continued to scream at each other like a couple of 4 years old fighting for a toy. Dick’s voiced out in confusion and worry from the speaker of the cell phone in Jason’s hand. Damian’s attempt to jump on the older man’s shoulder and snatch the device away successfully made Jason swing around and groan like a lunatic.“Get off me, you fuck!” “What’s going on!!?” Dick’s muffled voice spoke out from the phone.“Oh, don’t worry. It’s nothing.” Jason sounded so light and casual it made the scene looked ridiculous as he shoved his palm at a clinging Damian’s face when the boy reached both of his hands out for the phone.“Richard! Todd is bullying me! I need you! When will you be home?”

Jason flushed a beat red when he saw Damian’s evil smirk.“You little…”   “Jason! What did I just hear?” Dick voiced exploded through the speaker and Jason counted down from 10 to 1 just to suppress the need to choke Damian with his bare hands.

The war was on.

“Dick! Welcome home.” Tim flashed a thousand waltz smile at he took Dick’s bag away from his hand and gave the man a tight hug.“Hey there, baby bird.”

Tim laughed at the nickname, no matter how much he had outgrown Dick, Tim would always be his “baby bird”.  “How was the flight?” He asked as he led Dick to the kitchen instead of his room or Bruce’s office to greet the man. Tim got his plan, his own strategy of winning the Omega’s heart and everything must work. He had been waiting for chances like this since the first day he saw the older man on the trapeze with his family, there was no way he was gonna let this opportunity down without a fight, because, apparently, there were two imbecile Alphas in this house who didn’t know there reaches and limits at all.“It was exhausted. I got jetlag, and the man sitting behind me just kept talking nonstop throughout all the flight.” Dick flopped down to the marble table, looking tired and sleepy. The sight was kicking Tim’s feeling and even with the instinct of a Beta not as strong as an Alpha, he still ached to reach out and pull the Omega into his chest, and just protect him from stupid petty things like that.“You should have let Bruce pay for the flight.” Or him, or Damian, or Jason, for hell anyone in this family could have definitely bought the whole plane for him, even Dick with his parents’ fortune. “Nah, I’m fine with the economy seat.”

Of course he was, he always was. And that made Tim loved him more than ever.“Anyway, I’ve got a surprise for you. I hope it can make you feel better.” He turned to the fridge and opened it, smiling at Dick because God knew how the eldest could only see emotional affection when it got shoved up his face.“You’re always so caring, Timmy.”

Only when it came to you.

But Dick didn’t need to know that, at least not yet.

“I learned from the bes−”

Empty.

It was empty…

How the #&*@^ could it be empty!!!?His dish full of dark chocolate Pistachio sea salt cookie and chocolate mint thumbprints, WHERE WERE THEY???????????!

“Tim?”

Dick called out when Tim slammed his forehead on the nearest tray of the fridge, eyes dry and threatened to fall out as he continued to stare at the empty spot where he had written in his heart to leave the cookies there.His first ever attempt to cook and now it had flown to nowhere. Bruce wouldn’t eat anything if it was not shoved at his face, couldn’t be Alfred either, the man wouldn’t touch anything other than his own hand made food. Cass and Harper hadn’t been home for a while, and Duke got this Gluten allergy that he desperately hid from others because apparently only he thought it was embarrassing. Who could have…

Those two imbeciles.

“Timmy, are you okay?” Dick’s hand was on his shoulder and he got that concern in his butter voice that made Tim want to melt down the floor.New plan, he needed to think of something else right now! This was his golden chance, Dick got his full attention on him, and Bruce was out at work, Alfred went for grocery, Jason and Damian were God knew somewhere, biting their heads off. No one could interfere them now.“My surprise.”  

He snatched his head out of the fridge and wrapped a hand around Dick’s waist, pulling him chest flat to him and kicking the fridge door close with the back of his foot.Point score for being awesome, Timothy Drake.

Dick’s eyes went to the size of saucer and the small gape between his lips was making the wolf inside Tim chasing its own tail.“My welcome home kiss, Dick.”

Yes, this was perfect, he was a genius, of course he was a genius! He should have thought about this before but who knew, improvisation beat the unpredictable predicament.Dick was flushing, and that was a total buff to Tim’s self-esteem. For all he had met, none could win over the cuteness of this Omega, and this was coming from the second Greatest Detective. How sweet things had turned to be…

BANG!

Out of all reason, Tim never could possibly think this perfect perfect moment could be cut by a cast iron in the head. But ouch, it did, and it hurt, a lot.“What are you doing to my sexy Batman!”

Steph stepped over the body of a groaning Timothy Drake on the floor and decided to drop the heavy kitchen subject right on his head, knocking out what was left of the male Beta’s consciousness.“I saved you, Dick! You see that? I saved…”

When she turned back to look at her supposed to be damsel in distress, Dick was gone, leaving behind hurry thuds of footstep in the hall way that he didn’t even bother to hide.

Jason watched around as he slowly sneaked out of the guest room and closed the door as quiet as possible. Time like this did the all Bat training and Robin school come in handy. Now, back to the main course, today was the day. Dickie was back from his 2 months mission with the Titans and probably going to pop his bouncy feet in this place at any second, Alfred and the B man were both out, thank fucking God, that test tube incubus was handled, and now there were only one target left to wipe out of his way, the swan princess. Or ex-swan princess now that Tim decided to put on the green, red and yellow because Old man didn’t make him Robin so why not making his own suit and just stick another R in the chest then stand next to the Bat like everyone wouldn’t give a fuck.No, actually, fuck that, not that he had ever given any fuck about all the weird shit in this family, the only reason why he was here today was because a certain bird was back, and that certain bird was happened to be someone Jason used to think about when jacking off, a lot, while he was still that “Hello, sir” kind of boy when Bruce first took him in, and someone he had tried to court for God knew how long since he came back and had all but turned into that “Even your Daddy calls me Daddy too” kind of guy.  

Speaking about it, he should probably call Dick to check on him. The guy had taken a plane from Chicago back here and probably had jetlag due to his poor stomach and crap living habits.It wasn’t that Jason was a neat freak, or that he cared… no, fuck that, he wasn’t some teen boy in denial shit, he was a grown ass man now and he got his shits together, he probably cared more that he had ever thought he would let himself to in the past or even the future. But he did, he did and that sacred the fuck out of him but who cared, Jason Todd could take down armies of aliens and League of Assassin’s soldiers, that blew up 16 years old boy with a puppy crush ain’t gonna stop this him now from reaching what he wanted.

His nose picked up a familiar scent that had put the 13 years old him into his first ever rut, and crap, even this 23 years old Jason now could still have a hard on for it.Dick’s ringtone was surprisingly near and in mere minute, there he was, his puberty’s nightmare, dressed in ripped jeans, white rolled up sleeve t-shirt and those black combat boots that Jason knew was his gift to the older men from last Christmas. Shit, his dick needed to shut up!      

“Jay!” Dick pulled him into a hug that tight enough to make Jason uncomfortable and push him off because there was no need to make his boner more obvious. Dick, the forever idiot he was, didn’t know how much he could possibly screw a person’s mind, frowned and fucking pouted when being pushed away from his chest.“At least Damian let me hug him probably.”

Now didn’t that poke Jason at his itch spot.“Hey, maybe he’s just waiting for an opportunity to bite your head off.”“Ha ha.” Dick made a non emotional laugh as he arched his eyebrows at Jason. “Anyway, I’m glad to see you here, Jay.”

He could feel… could practically see that Dick wanted to ask why he was here, but he didn’t let it out, neither did Jason push it. Dick didn’t know the real answer, and Jason wasn’t in the mood for any shitty excuse. It wasn’t like he didn’t come to the Manor every once a month, making sure everyone was still fine, or at least alive, he didn’t turn off any invitation either, if they came from Dick or Alfred. Dick’s gaze shifted down and this time, he was the one to step back. It was then that Jason realized they hadn’t really back off each other’s personal space after the hug. Dick got that little pinkish on his cheeks and his eyes were a little heavy like something was slowly drugging him.It took a moment for Jason’s head to tick, but when it did, it made him smile, then the smile turned to a smirk, and it just kept widen as he realized it was his scent that caused Dick to look like that. Jason was fairly aware that being a high-ranked Alpha meant that he could weaken Omegas’ knees just by walking pass them. Roy once complained that his scent was strong enough to even irritate another close by Alphas. If one thing the Pit did good, was that it leveled up his cast and enhance his scent, turning him completely into a predator, a weapon fueled by anger and revenge.

“Um… Jay?” Dick took another step back as he stared up at Jason with wide eyes, watching his brother slowly towered over him. “Hum? Is there a problem, Dickie?” He leaned on further, ready to back Dick up the wall and trap him under his frame. Jason was being a douche and totally loved every moment of it.“J… would you move, please?” Dick was looking down now and it must certainly feel wrongly pleasurable for an Omega to stand this close to an Alpha like him.“Nah, I think I like the view too much.” Jason would be lying if he didn’t admit that being this near to Dick affected him too. Dick had always smelled good, not in an Omega way, but in his own way. The sweetness from him got Jason’s skin tickle and his stomach hot. And Dick was definitely not looking much better.Who cared, maybe he could just sway Dick like this, using his scent and hey, maybe with this way, Dick would actually pay him a little more attention, now that he had realized his Little Wing was not so little anymore…

SniZZ!

…

“What the…?”

Jason stayed stone dead as Dick waved his hand around the mist he had just sprayed on Jason, his face expressionless. “You’re too close.” That blush had disappeared and Dick got that teasing smile and cocky eyes back on him. Jason could feel, could smell that his scent had gone off, nothing was left around the air anymore. “Did you just fucking spray a scent blocker on me!!?” “… Maybe??!” Dick chirped, face wasn’t looking shameful at all.“Fu… you…!!!” “Relax, it’s a gift from Donna. She said it’s very effective, especially on hot head Alphas…” He stopped to take a sniff. “Couldn’t agree more.”“But I’m…” Jason snapped, and stopped a moment to suck on his cheeks until he knew how to put it together. “Well. I’m me! Why the hell did you think you would need that stupid thing around me?!!!”Dick shrugged, pursing his lips like he had no idea how that did things to Jason.“To be fair, I did tell you to step back. You looked like you were about to bite me in the neck.” Well, damn right if that was what he’d always wanted so far.“Hey, can’t blame the guy. You smell pretty great.” “You think so?”“Dickie, I know so.” He caught Dick chin with his fingers and lifted his face up, staring back at those wide blue eyes. “I know so.”

Jason Todd could be a chessy fuck when needed.  Unfortunately, Dick seemed to have none of that as he ducked under his arm and slipped right out of Jason’s frame. “Nice to see you too, brother.” Jason could feel the last word was heavily emphasized. “Now, would you excuse me, I’ve got to…”“Wait! Not that door−”

Too late, Dick opened it and didn’t take near 5 seconds to glare up and realized the odd.“JASON!!! Why is Damian taped to the floor!!!”

Well fuck.

“Dick.”“Bruce.”“How was the flight?” Bruce took a deep breath and tried to act it normally.“It was fine. How was work?”“Nothing out of my hand.”“Great.” Dick chirped.“Great.” He muttered back, unknowing what else to say. “Dick…”“Don’t.”“Dick,”“No.”Bruce sighed.“Dick, why are you hiding on my back?”

Dick let out a series of muffle noise from behind, face pushed flush against the plain of his suit. It wasn’t like carrying the weight of a full grown muscular vigilante was much of a deal for Bruce, oh no, it couldn’t be. And it wasn’t because of the fact that Dick was a fresh, young, and untaken Omega, it could never be because of that. “Dick, again,” He cleared his throat. “What makes you think there’s wrong with your brothers?”  “It was all your fault.” Dick mumbled. “They grew up so fast.”

Down the hall, the sound of Titus and Ace racing in speed force toward them echoed to every corner… oh, his mistake, it was just his sons.

“Dick!” Tim yelled like he was afraid the dead wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I made another batch, taste my blood and sweat, they sacrificed for love!!!” The boy, with raven nest hair and black stains all over his face like someone had just dragged him out of a blown off building, wearing Alfred’s apron and oven mitt, laughed maniacally while pushing a fresh-baked cookie tray on both of his hands ahead toward his direction.“Don’t taste anything from this failure of a replica, Richard. It will poison your stomach!” Damian screamed as he jumped forward, holding a velvet box with a non-mistaken shiny diamond ring inside. “Marry me, beloved. And together, we shall rule the world!”“Don’t listen to those idiots! I showered 3 times, sniff me now! Hear my Alpha roar!!!”

Bruce almost faint when the sight of a half-naked Jason running with Damian and Tim toward his place like a pack of wildebeest hit his eyes.

“Hyaa, run Bruce, run!” Dick grope his suit and kicked his sides.

What on Earth had he done wrong in raising them??!

Heat was a bitch, and suppressants were not always on the doctor’s top suggestion, so times like this did lead Dick to the Manor for a short time, temporary hiding away from crime and all the responsibilities, because those three combined was never a good formula except for making disaster.However, Dick did not expect this.

“Open your mouth, cutie.” Jason whispered hoarsely as he bit on Dick’s lower lip, making him jump in surprise when that ruthless tongue swept inside and stirred everything up.

Tim’s hands lowered down to Dick’s navel and slowly rubbed small circles around the small bump that was his and Jason’s cock. Dick hissed and wrinkled around, head afloat and eyes half closed. He was high, way too high. And this was all their fault.Did he plan for spending a week at the Manor during his heat? Yes. Did he plan to spend it with his three brothers fucking him to the mattress? Absolutely not! And now he got two dicks shoved up his ass with Damian’s head bobbed up and down his own twitching member.What a cliché.

Jason thrust and Dick almost black out. His tongue was sticking out and every little movement from below made his head spark. Tim chuckled as he bit his earlobe, shifting a little, just a little but it was just enough to make his poor hole stretch and twitch in respond.

“He’s close.” Tim’s voice was hoarse, and God, didn’t he find that sexy.“We’ve widened him good, haven’t we?!” Jason chuckled as he leaned in and kissed Dick with all he got, licking the sweat around the corner of his mouth.Damian looked up and off Dick’s cock, eyes sparkling and teeth flashing.“We’re going to mark you, Richard.”

How on Earth that only on this moment, with Dick naked and shivering and moaning like a horny teenager, did these three find an agreement and work well together, he had no idea.

Seemed like, after all, Dick was the only thing they could find sharing acceptable.

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Alive

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/81wocqO by bajuwa The cold was endless. It had been seeping its way into his very bones since the moment he got here. Bruce had been reassuring him that he could come back and get warmed up soon, but soon just wasn’t soon enough. Clark lay on his back, surrounded by bright white light, and bemoaned his achy body. It hurt. Everything hurt. Bruce said it would be fine, but it wasn’t. His legs hurt, his arms hurt, his knees hurt, his butt hurt, and his head hadn’t stopped throbbing either. “Bruce…” Clark says weakly, not quite sure he can move his arms or legs quite yet. “...I don’t think I like skiing anymore.” (Sequel Songfic to the tune of Alive by Krewella) Words: 12134, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of SuperBat Love Songs Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU), Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Justice League (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Songfic, POV Clark Kent, Established Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Established Relationship, Uncle Clark Kent, Hurt Clark Kent, Injured Superman, Clark Kent is Good at Feelings, ....once he's had time to process them which takes a while, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Denial, Adrenaline, The Batfam is just a bunch of Adrenaline Junkies, Skiing, Discussions about the life-altering implications of going skiing with your boyfriend, Happy Ending, These tags are spoilers but they're important for search filters so stop here if you need to o.o, Alternate Universe, Dreams, Dreams vs. Reality, Coma, Hallucinations, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Clark Kent is Not Superman, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Except the whole point is that he totally is, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Gets Therapy, Bruce Wayne Gets a Hug, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Clark Kent is a Gremlin read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/81wocqO