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Code: GHOST

It all started when a number code flashed across the screen of the Batcomputer while Tim was working on a case.

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Flashed across the screen several times to the point it made Tim think that someone somehow managed to hack into the Batcomputer. It was also a number code he was not familiar with at all. So Tim reported it back over their comms in hopes that maybe one of the others knew what the numbers meant. Because all he managed to figure out from it was that the number code was an alert on the Batcomputer, one that came with coordinates that lead into the middle of nowhere.

Tim was about to join the discussion Dick and Jason were having on it when Bruce silenced them all apruptly speaking up.

"Answer code 2 1 20, sent them to the coordinates attached. I will be in the cave in ETA3 and take over from there."

The sudden silence on their communication line spoke volumes especially when Tim new the numbers was a simply code for Bat. He still did what Bruce asked him to do but that didn't stop the questions running through Tim's mind. He watched on the screen of the Batcomputer how the moment he sent the code in return, Programs started like on autopilot. A map opening that contained nothing at first but then changed into a map of a whole good damn city. Tim could only gap at what was happening on the Batcomputer before Bruce appeared and pulled him away from his seat to take over himself.

Bruce without a beat of delay started to input more codes and apparently access codes too as more and more windows opened on the Batcomputer. Tim did not realise that with time Dick, Cass and Damian had joined him as they watched Bruce work away on the Batcomputer. At some point an audiotrack opened but all they could hear was only static. They thought Bruce was going to run it through one of the noise filtering programs.

But to the shock of them, Bruce suddenly triggered a hidden compartment on the console, causing it to flip over and reveal communication link build in a way non of them had ever seen before. It was silver with green accents and looked far... older and less sleek than any of the ones they used. It was clearly not designed to stay completely hidden if put into your ear.

They watched how he simply put that earpiece on and then replayed the audiotrack.

The batkids shared a look of confusion. Non of them sure what to make of the situation until suddenly Bruce stood up from the Batcomputer.

"Prepare for a rescue mission. Nightwing, Orphan and Robin will come with me, the rest of you will stay in Gotham." Was all the man said before storming of towards the Batplane.

"Bruce what is going on?!" Dick instead of going to prepare asked stoping the man before he could get away from them. "What is the meaning of that code? Aside from the fact that simply translated it means ghost."

Bruce eyed the batkids present for a moment before letting out a grunt. "Ghost is finally ready to join the family."

"Ghost?" Tim echoed confused, never having heard that alias for any of them.

"Father what do you mean, 'join the family'?" Damian chimed in clearly frowning with suspicion.

The man eyed them once more his eyes going over each of his children, it looked like he was contemplating telling them more for a moment before he stood to fully face them and let out a sigh. "Like Clark, I too have clone child."

There was a stunned silence. No one speaking up until Dick did. "How long...?"

"14 years ago"

The silence continued as they all did the mental math. Once more it was Dick who spoke up first, clearly stunned. "You had a clone since I was eleven and now is the first time I hear of that?! You never bothered telling any of us?!"

There was a long suffering sigh. "We got to Danny before he was aged up, he was a normal baby even if created in a laboratory, so it was best for him to grow up normally, with the league we arranged for him to be sent to selected family since I had my hands full with you and-"

"Danny?!" Dick cut in. "His name is Danny? Does he even know about us?"

"Dick." Bruce called out his tone warning. "Of course I kept an eye on Danny's life. And I did made contact with him when the time was appropriated considering some of the things that were happening for the boy as he grew up, however he is not aware that he is a clone and it will stay that way. He will get to know all of you once we finished this rescue mission."

Before Dick or any of the others could say anything more Bruce spoke up firmly again. "Get ready now, we do not have any more time. Anything else will be handled later."

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You mention in the first story that the Batfam finally realizes where we are because jon showed Damian our picture while calling us his parent- so I was wondering about how Damian reacted to that? Like did he realize we’d left at that point or did he just get hit in the face with that info?

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a/n: y'all i have clogged nose and i hate it LMAO. anyways, i'm gonna write smth about this soon but damian's character for both the series again & again and this series is genuinely one of the more complicated to write because of how he's raised but it really goes like this—

"jon... what do you mean? that's my—"

he cuts himself off before he could continue running his mouth off. damian ignores the slight raise of jon's eyebrow, his thoughts running a mile every second.

his parent? no, never once in his life has damian considered you his parent, pushing you away whenever you try to bond with him. whatever gifts you gave him, no matter how small, or big, expensive, or inexpensive they are, he always makes a show of ripping them away right in front of you.

he told you himself. you are not his parent, never will be his parent, you'll never replace talia's standing, and there will never be a time where damian will see you as one. dick, jason, tim, literally anyone can consider you as theirs, but damian is a product of two genetically perfect individuals— you are imperfect, and it's not your business to coddle him just because you are merely married to his father in paper.

no matter how much you softly gaze at him with loving eyes, invite him with welcoming arms, praise his passion for drawing; all you'll do is weaken him and damian hates feeling weak, hates how you tempt him into melting into a puddle. that automatically makes you a burden in his book.

he hates you, and he should've been glad you disappeared off of the face of the manor.

yet the record stands still: why are you with jon? why do you hold him like he is the world in the picture? what does he mean by "sorry, damian, but me and my parents are gonna go to the carnival later!"? you, as in, bruce's spouse? why are you with them, of all people?

... why does jon get to have fun, with you? and he doesn't...?

and yet he couldn't reply to him, not when his friend babbles on for longer about his... parent. about how you, make him feel so complete. that you'll be the one helping him with his science fare project, how you two spent the night yesterday building a volcano, how you treat him with ice cream every time he achieves a good enough grade for a subject, how you, you, you always spoil jon, always comfort him, read him bedtime stories, matched bracelets, sung karaoke together, played board games with each other, picked him up from school, help him with assignments—

the more jon goes on, the more damian wants to rip his hair out. he doesn't know, doesn't know why he's suddenly pissed. is it because jon can never shut up, or because he couldn't shut up about you? about how perfect you are apparently? how you're the ideal parent he never once bat an eye on? the domestic life jon seems to brag about, it's something damian secretly wanted, and it's all ripped away from him.

it makes damian wonder, would you have done the same for him?

he knows it in himself, that if he hadn't pushed you away, he might've been in jon's place.

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Danny & Cass, Black, Electric whirring @barbiethecryptid

cw: fear toxin

Danny is running. His feet are loud against the asphalt, loose toe of his bettered, red sneakers slapping the street loudly a moment before his foot hit hard.

They’ll hear him.

He has to keep running. He can’t let them catch him.

Why isn’t he— he can’t! He can’t change into Phantom.

If he’s Phantom they’ll know.

Molecule by molecule.

They can’t know.

He can’t be Phantom.

Never again.

Never—

A figure lands in front of him. Tall, broad shouldered.

“Dad,” Danny croaks out.

“It’s okay,” Jack says, hand outstretched as he comes slowly forward. There’s something in his hand. A syringe.

Danny stumbled back. “No! Stay away from me!”

“I’m here to help.”

“No! You’ll know and you’ll kill me and I don’t want to die again!” Danny choked on hims words as a sob tore out of him. “Please, Dad, I don’t want to die again. Please don’t kill me.”

His dad stilled.

Danny took the chance to run. He turned down an alley only for another figure to join him. But that was—

“Birdie! No, get out of here!” Danny grabbed her hand and pulled. “My dad’s here and he— I don’t know if their scanners will pick you up or not but you have to run.”

Black bird didn’t budge.

“Birdie, please,” Danny begged.

Something sharp bit into Danny’s neck. He legs felt like rubber. He clung to Birdie.

“Please, we have to run.”

-

“Cass, honey.”

Cass twisted to face Bruce. Batman. Or was he Bruce or Batman? His cowl was down, but the rest of the uniform was still in place. His expression was all Bruce though. Cass didn’t know.

She pressed back against the metal edge of the med bay bed, fingers still twisted in Danny’s. She refused to let go of his hand. She didn’t want him to wake alone.

“Cass, I’m not angry,” Batman Bruce said. His body was practically, purposefully screaming it; his arms were carefully relaxed against his side, palms empty and facing out. His shoulders were dropped so that he looked slightly smaller. His eyes were soft. “I’m not going to make him leave. I just need to understand a little bit of what’s going on.”

Cass searched his eyes. They didn’t lie. It’s why he hid them in the cowl, she thought. His eyes couldn’t lie.

Slowly, Cass shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, tucked next to Danny’s ribs and still holding his hand. She gave a small nod. Bruce could ask. The hums and beeps of medical machines loud in the silence as Bruce gathered his thoughts. He took the seat in the room and leaned forward to rest his elbows onto his knees, hands clasped. All of his attention was on Cass.

“Is he from your life before you escaped?”

Cass’s hand tightened around Danny’s and she shook her head quickly. She didn’t like to even think of Danny going through that.

Bruce must have felt the same by the breath he let out. “Alright. So he isn’t related to you? He isn’t a sibling?”

That was harder to answer. Cass tilted her head. Slowly, she tapped her finger tips to her chest and then motioned to Bruce and back to herself and then to Nightwing Dick who had come to stand in the doorway.

Bruce’s face softened. “Not by blood, but he’s family to you the same as we are— a family made.”

Cass nodded quickly. Yes. Yes that exactly.

“This is who’ve been visiting in the city, isn’t it?”

Another nod.

“Have you told him about being Black Bat? He knew who you were in mask.”

Cheeks puffed up angrily, Cass shook her head.

“Okay,” Bruce spread his hands. “It’s likely he’s a meta just from his readings. Does he have a home to go back to?”

In an aggressive motion, Cass pointed up at the ceiling, towards the manor.

Bruce just chuckled as he stood. “Okay honey, I’ll have Alfred make a room for him. You need to shower, we all were exposed to the fear toxin, but then you can stay with him.”

“Well this is going to be an interesting breakfast, I think I’ll stick around,” Dick said with a no good smile.

It made Cass’s own lips twitch into a little smile of her own.

“This one is not my fault,” Bruce said as he stepped around his oldest.

“Sure Bruce, like that matters. Can’t wait till the press release, he’s even got the right coloring,” Dick said and let Bruce past. Dick’s smile was wide as he looked at Cass. “You go shower, Cass. I’ll stay with him.”

Cass jumped off the bed and hurried off, wanting to be back with Danny quickly.

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Platonic Yandere Dc x reincarnated Reader

I made this a bit ago so have mercy :,)

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Summary : Y/n, who recently taken an interest in the DC universe, finds themself in that very universe after a little roadkill accident.

Prologue, Chapter # 1 (you are here), Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Never feel guilty for starting again. - Rupi Kaur

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It had been a few hours since Y/n had awoken, she felt like she was in shock. She could remember walking back to her dorm from the public library. She had picked a random comic from the comic section, deciding to venture from her usual picks.

She could remember the bright headlights barreling towards her, the pain, her breath slowly slipping from her...

Y/n doesn't know is she can look at a truck the same way again.

"What do you think could've caused this Lois? She was completely fine yesterday." A man with inky black hair and deep blue eyes paced around the kitchen, his brows furrowed in frustration.

The woman next to him, Louis, placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort her husband. "I don't know Clark, it's strange."

Y/n sucks in a breath, she was in the DC universe.

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'...I didn't even get to finish playing through Fnaf.' Y/n thought as she watched her 'parents' talk. Sighing, Y/n recounted her situation, she could remember her past life perfectly, but she drew a blank when she tried to remember anything from this life.

In all honesty Y/n was on the verge of a panic attack, still coming to grips with the fact she died. Not only that, but out of all the universes to be reincarnated in, Y/n was reborn into one of the most dangerous universes out there. Why couldn't she just be reincarnated in a chick flick?

Louis had her arm around Y/n, holding her close and trying to comfort her. She was saying something to Y/n, though nothing really registered.

Justifiably, Y/n didn't feel like talking to anyone.

Clark sat down in front of you, gently taking your hands in his hands. "Y/n, can you tell us what could have happened? Anything at all?" Y/n shakes her head no. She chose not to mention her past life, something in her gut told her to keep it to herself.

Clark sighed disappointedly, "I guess I'll have to call Bruce." He seemed grimace when he mentioned Bruce's name.

That's never a good sign.

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"What do you mean 'No' Bruce!?" Clark yelled at the billionaire, who was trying to calm down and reason with the hero.

"Clark, I just think you're going a little overboard, let me take her back to Gotham. I can use my computers and resources that are stored in the bat cave to figure out what's wrong." Bruce explained. "We don't need to summon the Justice League for this." Bruce's brow furrowed at the stubbornness of the alien.

Off to the side Y/n watched the interaction with morbid curiosity. Though you agreed that calling up the Justice League was a bit... over the top. It was still strange how Bruce seems reluctant to interact with the Justice League in general.

Wonder why that is.

Clark runs a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. "Why would I let my daughter go to Gotham, for all I know, this is some excuse to experiment on her kryptonian side. Find out more weaknesses," he all but snarled, "or get her killed, just like Jason!"

Clark pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't trust her with you, not after..." He shakes his head, turning away from Bruce.

Louis had left your side to talk with Clark, allowing Jon to take her place.

There's some silence, before Jon decides to speak. "...I think you should go." He says. Y/n tilts her head towards him, brow raised. "I gave a friend there, Damien." Jon begins, "he's told me all about Bruce, I think they can help you."

Jon blushes a bit, "Plus, Damien is the most trustworthy guy I know, if you ever need help, he'll be there."

Footsteps approach you both from behind, turning to look, you both see an irritated Clark approaching you. "Well, she doesn't have a choice. She isn't going." He huffed.

"..."

"Clark, do you want her to get the best treatment or not?" Surprisingly, Lois spoke up this time. Sighing, she took Clark's hand.

"Bruce won't betray our trust, plus she'll be in one of the most protected places in Gotham, getting the best treatment she could ever get. I think we should let Bruce take her until we figure out what, or... who caused this."

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Y/n and Bruce sit in silence.

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Chapter 2

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THE BAT IN THE SHADOWS 🦇🕸️ — CHAPTER THREE

Summary: Bruce Wayne is the happiest he’s ever been in a while. He has a beautiful wife, amazing children, and is stopping crime left and right as Batman. All that shatters when you, his wife, mysteriously disappears.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader, Batfamily x Batman!Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

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It takes quite a lot to confuse Batman. Yet here he stood, reduced to speechlessness, as he stared at the odd group in front of him. The woman called herself Black Widow, said she was looking for his wife. Bruce thought he would’ve remembered if you mentioned anyone like this before.

“Then you’ve come to the right place. I’m also looking for her. How do you know Y/N?” Bruce asked, crossing his arms. They didn’t seem to be . . . Evil, but he had no clue who the hell they were or what you had to do with it and that was very annoying.

Black Widow glanced at her friends and another one of them, a man in bulky, flashy red armor, stepped up. “We used to be on a team together. Years ago. Until a mission went wrong and . . . She disappeared. I guess she landed here,” he said.

This did not help at all. In fact, it only made Bruce more confused. He was positive that you never mentioned working on a team before. “How long ago is ‘years ago’?” He asked next.

“About five now,” Black Widow answered.

Bruce felt like he was being slapped in the face. He had met you five years ago, when you were a rookie officer. You and he dated for two years, then married, and you were so skilled that you made detective within four years. Could this really be true?

“How can I trust you?” Bruce asked.

The group all looked at each other, seemingly coming to this conclusion that this masked man had a connection to you. Then, the archer pulled a paper out of his pocket and unfolded it, passing it to Bruce. He stared down at it, shocked to find that it was a photo. It was all these people, at some party, and . . . You. You were definitely younger, but it was clearly you, smiling and holding a drink.

Willing his hands not to shake, Bruce looked up at them. “I have a lot of questions,” he said bluntly.

“So do we,” the armored man said. “What do you mean that you’re also looking for her? Isn’t she here?”

Bruce took a deep breath, thankful that the mask covered his face, otherwise they’d see the tears pooling in his eyes. “She was abducted a few days ago,” he replied, forcing his voice to be steady.

“That explains the weird signal I detected,” another man said. He had a beard, a cape and looked like some sort of wizard.

Yeah, Bruce had a shit ton of questions.

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It took some time for parties, the Avengers and Bruce, to get to really talking. They both had to give up information they’d rather not to learn more about the person they all cared about. The Avengers explained that you used to be on their team, until you went missing on a mission like they mentioned earlier. They said they scoured the world for you, until consulting with the wizard guy over here (who called himself Doctor Strange, Bruce didn’t comment on the weird name).

Doctor Strange said that he detected a signal not long after you had disappeared and, with his magic, found out what it meant: you were off-world. In a whole other universe. They’d been scouring the multiverse (which Bruce almost needed to sit down for a second after hearing), until finding a similar signal a few days ago which led them here.

So that meant . . . Both signals gave your last known location, told them that you had been taken. The first one was from the universe that the Avengers were from and the second was from this one, the one where Bruce made a life with you.

He was still utterly perplexed and didn’t completely trust them, but that picture . . . The timeline . . . It was tugging at something inside him. Bruce admitted that he had known you for these past five years, though he didn’t outright admit that you two were married. He was going to hold that fact close for as long as possible.

Finally, the Avengers led Bruce back to the point of origin, where they arrived in the forest. The masked man turned it all upside down, sadly not finding anything that could help.

But . . . He did have something they could help with.

“I don’t really want to do this,” he admitted, turning back around to face them. “But this is my only choice. My only clue to find Y/N. If I find that you’re messing with me . . .”

“We’re not,” a man, about Bruce’s height, looking like the American flag, said sternly.

Bruce sighed, forcing his shoulders to drop. “I have some footage to show you,” he said, really hoping that he wasn’t going for regret this.

//

As soon as the Avengers saw the footage of the store from earlier, Black Widow went pale.

“No, no, no . . . This . . . They’re inactive. This is impossible,” she said, gritting her teeth. Hawkeye placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as all eyes turned to her.

“What?” Bruce asked, his tone sharp and unforgiving.

“Play it again,” she snapped, leaning in close to the computer.

Bruce glared, but complied, restarting the video.

She took in a sharp breath, crossing her arms. “These people . . . Their uniforms, their behavior. It has the Red Room written all over them,” she said, as it dawned on the Avengers how serious this was.

“The Red Room? What the hell is that?” Bruce asked, his patience wearing thin.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

An a/b/o fic with maybe Bruce Wayne or Arthur curry, where they have been searching for their omega for most of their life, and when they are fighting a villain fem reader comes in and helps them, I was thinking that reader she has telekinesis or something and, she helps them and they are blown away by her, never thinking that their omega could be a hero as well

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alpha!Arthur Curry x plus size reader

He has been looking for her for his whole life and she arrived just in time

Warnings: a/b/o, true mates, hero!reader, omega!reader, violence against robots, reader is shorter than Bruce and Arthur (but who isn’t), implied smut WC: 1.4k

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Even after serving as Atlantis’s king for five years now, Arthur doubted he would get used to the searing smell of salt that constantly clung to everything around him. It burned his nostrils even when he was lounging around the JL tower and part of him wondered if he would ever be able to properly scent out his mate while the sea constantly invaded his senses. Though even before he claimed the throne, he wasn’t exactly successful on that front.

He felt like he had searched everywhere for his omega, the biological urge deep down in his chest driving him to scour every inch of the earth for them. But they had eluded him and even if his parents (themselves being true mates) assured him that the right omega would appear when the time was right, he remained alone with the smell of the sea. 

Arthur was almost glad, at times, for a good fight. Smoke, sparks from his trident, even blood gave him a break from the usual salt that surrounded him, temporarily cleansing his pallet so to speak. But maybe not today he thought with a wince.

Hundreds of broken robots surrounded him, the never-ending wave of enemies only getting thicker as his exhaustion began to mount. Batman was somewhere deep in the crowd, attempting to override their programming as Arthur tried to keep him safe enough. New enemies were always a pain in the ass but this one was definitely levels above the other newbies they fought. And Arthur was already fantasising about what he’d do to the skinny little white guy as soon as he got his hands on him, that is if Batman didn’t get to either of them first.

“Is there any way to hurry this up!” He shouted above the screaming of gears and failing electronics. 

“This would go faster if you stopped hitting them at me.” The Bat growled as he hit yet another firewall in their programming. Arthur took another swing of his trident, knocking away a flying robot that had gotten way too close to his partner’s head for comfort. It let out a high pitched whine as it was launched into the horizon.

“This would be faster if you didn’t type in the wrong code to begin with!” A batarang screamed past his ear, landing right in the huge glowing eye of the robot hovering just over Arthur’s right shoulder. Oil sprayed from its side, coating Arthur’s hair. 

A deafening roar sounded through the empty field as another shipping container rose from the ground, releasing even more robots. Batman turned back to the computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard all while the swarm closed in around them. “This is gonna hurt.” Arthur cocked back his shoulder and raised his trident, maybe he could knock out a few rows of them before they got too close and he’d have to switch to his fists. 

Just as he readjusted his grip to throw the trident into the thickest grouping of robots, everything went silent.

The now frozen robots hung in the air like someone had just paused time, though they still whirred and whined, their huge red eyes glowing even brighter. Then, with little more than a sharp click from somewhere to his right, they were pulled backwards, the mechanical bodies slamming into each other as they were forced together into one huge sphere hundreds of feet off the ground. 

“What the fuck?” Suddenly, the sphere crumpled like tin foil, the metal warping and collapsing until all that was left was a flat sheet of wires and dying LEDs. It slammed into the earth, disappearing behind the long grass as Batman’s screen turned green.

“Great timing there bats.” But Arthur’s tone held no bite, not when the salty smell of the ocean and ozone slammed into him. 

Immediately, every nerve in his body came to life, buzzing like he was drunk but his mind was clear, clearer than it ever had been before. A figure was walking through the grass, elegantly avoiding the mangled carcasses of their battle. As she approached, her scent became stronger and Arthur could now smell the subtle hint of something flowery like a warm spring breeze. 

The light of the sunset made her practically glow as she moved, her thick curves and perfect dips highlighted by a tight catsuit that looked like it was pulled straight from his teenage fantasies. 

“I hope I didn’t show up too late.” Her voice floated around him and Arthur’s knees buckled. 

“You’re right on time.” Her e/c eyes met his golden ones and he watched as her nose turned up and she took a deep breath of his scent. Her heavy chest hitched and her own scent turned sweeter. His stomach flipped as something deep inside him stretched awake for the first time in what seemed like years.

“Y/N. What took so long?” Batman crossed his arms as he looked down at her, his jaw ticking in anger. Yet her expression never faltered, in fact she glanced at Arthur with a raised eyebrow. Her smile was bright, shining with something ethereal. 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that you gave me a coded message with the coordinates instead of being a normal person and sharing your location with me? I may have psychic powers but I suck at math dude.” 

“That was you?” Arthur hadn’t noticed that his body was moving on its own until he finally spoke again and she had to crane her head almost all the way back to make eye contact with him. Warmth unlike anything he had experienced before bloomed through his chest as she leaned towards him, fluttering her lashes up at him.

“I have a lot of tricks better than that.” Her scent was almost overpowering now but all he wanted to do was drown in it. Y/N’s shoulder brushed against his pec and something snapped.

The world tilted on its axis and he suddenly knew what his parents were talking about when they said that the moment they met, nothing else mattered. “Omega.” 

Her body sagged into him as she breathed out an almost inaudible “alpha”. His trident dropped unnoticed to the ground. 

“I’ve finally found you.” She fell easily into his arms, like they had been made to hold her. She pressed her face as close as she could get, her words muffled against the thick armour but he could hear her clearly all the same. 

“You stole my line,” he whispered into her hair, breathing her scent as much as he could, “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. Who knew I’d find you after you saved my life?” Her giggle made his heart swell with affection and pride.

“You’ve obviously been looking in the wrong place.” Y/N looked up at him as he cupped her full cheek with a massive hand, guiding her face upwards. His eyes dropped to her lips.

“I could say the same about you.” He leaned down and just as his lips were about to touch hers-

“Alright that’s enough,” Bruce snarled, “need I remind you both that there’s still a villain we need to deal with.” 

Y/N never looked away from Arthur, in fact she wound an arm around his neck and tugged him even closer. His alpha roared to life, hyper-focusing on the softness of her curves beneath his hands. “You go ahead, I think my alpha and I have done more than enough heavy lifting for the day, we have better things to do.”

“I’m going to regret asking but what exactly is more important than dealing with a potentially global threat?” Arthur smirked, catching on to the game she was playing.

His right hand dropped from where it was resting on her wide hip down to the plump cheeks of her ass. “I’m going to rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out right in this field. So unless you’re into that stuff-“ she slapped his chest at that, “-then I suggest you move on, Bats, cause right now, nothing is going to stop me from claiming my omega.”

“You two are disgusting.” He grumbled and walked off, finally leaving the newly discovered mates alone.

“Now where were we?” Arthur purred before Y/N yanked him down and finally kissed him, making the smell of the ocean explode around them.

Her scent had been haunting him for years, etching itself into his mind and suddenly, Arthur loved the smell of salt again because it meant that he finally had his omega.

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Isn't it unfortunate how no matter how hard you try to stop something, all you really do is prolong the enviable?

Danny stopped Dan from killing all his friends and family. He took the lesson Clockwork was trying to teach him to heart and believed that the worst had passed. True there were other problems. Other crises that he gave his attention to.

But even still the event at the Nasty Burger would always linger as a reminder of how truly grateful he was to have each and every one of them in his life.

So it came as a shock to him when the Nasty Burger blew up into smithereens right in front of him for the second time in his life. This time however was different.

He stood less than a block away from the blast. Nocked back, his head hit something hard and then everything was nothing but white noise as everything went black for him.

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This event could officially go down as the worst way Bruce found out he had a child.

He was enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon with his family when he got a call. It was social services and what they had to say both shocked and saddened him to his very soul.

After the call ended he felt numb. He wasn’t sure how to feel at that time. So many emotions wreaked havoc in his mind that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

That was till Dick knocked on his door asking about the call. He knew then that he had to tell his kids. No matter what he did next he had to inform them of the situation.

So he sat them down, all of them listening with various degrees of surprise as he told them he had another son. They don't get a chance to comment though as Bruce continued speaking. The explanation getting worse and worse with each word spoken.

His son, Danny; he told them. Had been the only survivor of a horrific accident where he had witnessed all his family die. As if witnessing the event wasn't bad enough. He was now in a comma.

A comma he had been in for over a month! A MONTH! They had the information needed to contact him and they chose over a MONTH AFTER the event to notify him.

That wasn’t even the end of it. The only reason they called him at all was to get his consent to pull the plug on Danny. They wanted Bruce to pull a child he didn't even know he had off of life support.

The Bat Family were shocked. They were pissed. Most importantly, they wanted to see him. To save him if they could. Help wherever they can for him. Even if it ment giving him an organ.

(Tim- I might not have a pancreas anymore but I'll gladly give him a kidney if I can.)

Bruce just smiled at them. Telling them through unshed tears to pack a bag. They were going to see him. And they were going to help him. They'll be damned if they let another brother/son die that’s a promise!

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So here is what I can see happening. They get to Amity Park and see Danny hooked up to all those monitors and immediately wondered in their sadness, just how could this happen?

They all go into detective mode and begin investigating. With the exception of one of them that decided to start a watch. That way if Danny woke up then he'll have someone there for him.

So the Bats begin investigating but hit walls at almost every turn. It was as if someone powerful and high up was trying to bury the incident. Make it as if it never happened in the first place.

During all this Danny finally wakes up. He remembers what happened instantly and as doctors try to calm him down the person left behind to stay with him calls everyone. They're relieved and make it back to the hospital.

Only Danny has disappeared. They don't know where he went or how. The doctors are confused and the Bat they left with him was only gone long enough to make the call and grab a coffee/snack.

The entire hospital is looking for Danny but Bruce has a feeling that they won't find him.

Meanwhile, Danny was staggering his way through alleyways trying to get back to Fenton Works. He knows his family and friends are dead. There was no denying what he saw.

But that wasn't the only thing he saw. There was no way he could of mistaken the stark white vans that had been parked just outside the NB just moments before the blast.

Somehow, in some way, the GIW was responsible for their deaths. And he was going to provide it. Mom and Dad, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker will have justice. He just needs to get back home a grab a few things first.

[haveihitanerve]

Steph and Bruce things-

Bruce once said- “when I die I want you to be the one who lowers me into the grave so you can let me down one last time” and dick gaped at him in horror, jason exploded into laughter, and steph glared at him before giving him a high five

Steph ends every argument with him with “i won this argument” even if she- especially if she very clearly did not

When she gets injured Bruce forces her to stay at the manor. Its the only time he is permitted to actually parent her because she is injured and needs to recover, but thats not to say she doesn't break into the cave and annoy him during work and force him to take her with him everywhere

Steph has all the codes and keys for everything in Wayne Manor/Batcave, but still breaks in everytime she comes over. It drives Bruce insane

When bruce gets injured shes one of the kids who sits at his side the whole time, especially if its because of her or its a big injury(dick is usually the other one)

When he gets sick she forces him to sit on the couch with her all day and folds him into a burrito blanket and eat junk food and slightly burnt soup with bread and watch trashy tv

When she gets sick bruce wraps her in a blanket burrito that she actually cannot escape from and takes her everywhere with him, just carting around his technically not daughter who is forced to be there and take the medicine he gives her and food and everything because shes wrapped in a straight jacket blanket

He picks her up from school and will have the most embarrassing songs ever playing, or will call out something awful like “is that the boy you have a shrine of in your room?”

Will lecture her in front of her friends

Steph changes all his contacts frequently so he always has to spend some time deciphering who it is based on what she called them, or he just starts every conversation with “who is this?”

She once forced him to come to a concert with her and buy matching t-shirts and merch and whenever shes feeling down he wears the shirt as like.. Solidarity and it makes her feel better

Every year for her birthday or christmas or something he sends her a bat symbol, either in purple or black or some other color and every year on his birthday she actually wears it for one day and lets him “claim” her as a bat

She was the first one to visit the League and gave everyone whiplash and made Batman actually break composure

Bruce will actively go on the patrol route she goes on and throw water or like snacks at her while screaming “Hydrate or diedrate!!!” and it is common to see a screaming Spoiler sprint away from Batman across rooftops

They have a snowball fight every year and she recruits every batkid to help

When shes on her period bruce “grounds her” from patrol and forces her to accept his mother henning just once a month. Steph doesn't actually mind. 

Steph gives him actually useful dating advice

Since shes not actually his daughter she lacks the baggage of being his child and tells him when hes messed up and he and Babs have like meetings with him to explain what hes done wrong with his kids and how to fix it/be better. Dick is also sometimes involved in these meetings when he is not the offended party

thats all i could think of rn but please feel free to add more 💗

[redheadjustin]

Damian finding a kid and just becomes said kids brother like he will stop patrolling and tuck in the kid and will sometimes read a story or show him a trick. One day he’s just like this kid needs family and just takes him home

Daiman Wyane was not necessarily known for his people skills. Not to say he couldn’t be nice, but this man is the son of Talia Al Guhl and Batman. People skill issues just ran in his blood. Though he tried his best to be kind though  he doesn’t want to let people get too close. He didn’t want to corrupt anyone. He knows he is not the best person around. If you wanted that you could look to the other members of the batfamily. 

In a lot of ways you were the same as damian. Your dad was one of Two-Face’s top henchmen. While your mom was a stripper at one of the more upscale clubs in Gotham. You didn’t play well with others. Though you do have friends. You were only 7 but you had anger issues and found it hard to trust others. And unfortunately your parents didn’t help any. Your dad enlisted you for many of the lower tasks that were asked of him from Two-Face. 

That’s how Robin met you. The 12 year old vigilante did not have much tolerance for criminals of any age. But Batman had seen situations like yours a thousand times over. So while Batman went to handle your father he sent Robin to help you. 

The first meeting between you two was tense to say the least. He’d found you carrying an envelope full of protection money that was meant to go to your father. Then to Two-Face. Robin drooped down in front of you which gave you a near heart attack. You’d heard of the bats. Your dad had warned you extensively about what would happen if the bats were ever to capture or get you alone. You were on your own. And no one could help. You felt fear and anxiety fill you. Robin approached you quietly. He knew the reasons why you were doing this. But, just seeing a kid who should be at home watching cartoons or something instead of running around Gotham doing your father’s dirty work. 

“I won’t harm you.” Damian’s voice came out softly. He wasn't Batman's partner right now. He was concerned about you. You could only nod. You had no clue why Robin would be kind to you. You didn’t know that he could relate to a parent using their child for their own selfish reasons. “What's in the envelope?” Damian had a pretty good ideal of what was in it. But he wanted to be sure. Depending on the answer his opinion of your dad would go up slightly or ensure a stabbing with his katana. “P-protection M-money” You replied, trying not to stutter. Behind his mask Damian’s eyes softened. He had failed to consider that you might have been told about the bat family as though they were the boogie man. The thought broke Damian's heart.

By the end of the night your dad was taken to Blackgate while Robin helped you home. Your mom wasn’t home yet. Still working at a club. Damian felt a brotherly bond forming. He wondered if this is how Grayson felt when he met Damian. He helped you into your pajamas and read you a story. And over the weeks it became routine. Damian stopped by a little over 2 hours into patrol to make sure you had dinner and your homework done then get you into pajamas and to bed.

This went on for six months until one day Bruce walked into the study that housed the entrance to the batcave and saw Damian sitting in the armchair while you were coloring on the floor. Damian simply looked up from his book. “We’re keeping him.” Bruce sighed, nodded, then called the adoption attorney. And that was that.

[junosswans]

Batfam headcanons: Report Writing

I was thinking about nonsense then it occured to me "how would the batfam write their mission/patrol report?" Like, they must have very distinct personal style that you could recognise even through the standard bat-computer font. So I wrote this!

Dick: When Dick was still Robin, he absolutely HATED writing reports. "I write enough reports at school, B-man! Why would you make me write more??" He would attempt to wriggle out of the task by bribing Alfred with snacks or offering to do chores in exchange, because anything is better than sitting straight in front of the computer and typing (they usually indulge him and let him be). He'd also slip in a few swear words and gloss over details when he HAD to write something. His reports were short and written in a slightly childish manner. However, after becoming Nightwing and moving out, his report have made drastic improvement because hey, you definitely get a lot of practice in writing admin papers as a cop. His writing style is now concise and straight to the point, filled with professional jargons and divided in clear bullet points. All the photos are properly numbered and labelled, in a typical forensic science style. (Though admittedly, he still hates writing reports. But it's something that he wouldn't let his siblings know.) He's however, chronically late in submitting his reports, because he always has a lot of things to do and he has a bad case of procrastinating when it's something he dislikes.

Jason: Jason entered the clan with a lot of anxiety (Will I be accepted? Will I ever measure up to Dick?) And a lot of insecurities. So he treats report writing very seriously and is very detailed and thorough. He tries his best to adhere to the format Bruce gave him, and would triple check his spellings and grammars (another insecurity of him). As Red Hood, he still writes his reports (reluctantly) in the same cautious manner, and he would spend a lot of time profiling the victims and the perpetrators, because it always feels personal to him. He sympathises with both sides, understands their struggles and darkness intimately, and it shows in his written report. His reports on the person of interest's background and psychological analysis is always the most detailed and on-point. He writes in paragraphs usually, and he has a broad vocabulary that leans more on the literary side. Tim comments that he feels like he's in highschool lit class whenever he needs to read Jason's report for something, since Jason's prose always has a poetic and emotional tone to it.

Tim: Tim writes his reports dutifully and very seriously, but his seriousness doesn't always translate to a piece of good report. As a kid who has the tendency to ramble, is nosey, AND has photographic memory, Tim's reports are filled with details that nobody knows whether they are necessary. He would go off and transcribe all the dialogues he heard (including the passers-by), list out all the items in the nearby trashcan, and note down how the fast food shop down the corner has a buy-one-get-one-free promotion on hotdogs. He digresses a lot, but since his eyes for details did help crack a case once or twice (definitely more than that), Bruce lets it slip. His formatting are a mess, sometimes using bullet points and suddenly switch into paragraphs and then somehow becomes a tree diagram, his reports are definitely an eyesore (Bruce, regrettably, doesn't let this slip). As Red Robin, he's made a lot of improvements on his formatting (company paperwork does that to you) and is a bit more brief, but he still has the tendency to note down the oddest things in his reports. His reports also has the most amount of photos.

Cass: Cass is still pretty new to this whole writing thing and computer thing, so she gets a lot of leeway in her report writing. She is allowed to hand this work to others (if she's on a teamed mission), or use photos, pictures and handwriting/doodling to make her point (Bruce would later code & transcribe them to make them searchable on the database). Though given the freedom to not do the work (which her siblings are deeply envious of), Cass actually likes to write her version of reports as she treats this as an opportunity to practice her literacy. Her reports look like a collage journal with very sparse, simple writing. She also has the tendency to just put in a few seemingly unrelated keywords and let others figure out the significance behind them. They're usually very insightful and useful to the case. She also likes to draw in her reports, which everyone finds endearing. Babs taught her how to draw scientific diagrams and label the items, which she puts good use to. Since she's very observant to the human anatomy and body language, the family relies a lot on her reading when there is multiple suspects.

Damian: As "the proper heir to the robin title", Damian has a no-bullshit attitude on his reports. He submits them on time, is clear in his writing, and the format is impeccable. He has a very goal-oriented view on things, so his reports tend to focus largely on the outcome of cases instead of the process (a polar opposite to Jason's and Tim's reports). He would write a lot on how and when the culprit was captured, and the consequences that await them, while some other members tend to focus more on the process of deduction and puzzle-solving. Somedays, when he is particularly annoyed with others, Damian would slip in complaints into his reports and make sure everyone KNOWS he's upset. It's like a public call-out post.

Babs: As Batgirl, Babs writes the clearest and most condensed report out of everyone, cause she learned the best from her father. She has a keen eye on analysing material evidence, and would notice the smallest scratch on things and document them faithfully in her report. She likes to use abbreviations however, and that often confuses Damian and Cass ("what does OAN even mean?? Is that a type of wire??"). Sometimes she'd abbreviate the weirdest things just to confuse everyone else and they can beg her to explain them. As Oracle, she doesn't write any reports. YOU write reports to Oracle.

Steph: Steph is passionately against the idea of report writing. In her opinion, if she delivers the result there shouldn't be a need to write pages long of boring, bland descriptions on how that result is achieved. To various degrees of success, she would bribe others into doing the work for her ("work smarter, not harder, baby!") But when she has to write something, she would write in a very casual tone and often types with voice input. Therefore, her reports are filled with odd typos and occasionally hilarious choice of words (not because she couldn't be professional, but she doesn't want to be). Bruce is mostly frustrated but is also secretly glad that she's not forcing herself to do something that she doesn't want to. And she is true that she always delivers.

Duke: Duke is mostly neutral towards the aspect of report writing-- he's not particularly fond of it, but he understands that it is something important. Thanks to his superhuman vision, Duke is very alert in observing his surroundings and the environment. He would map out very detailed diagrams about building structures as well as machine components, which makes his reports very reliable when it comes to any kind of crimes related to alien items and technological innovations. Duke also has a large network from his Robingang, so he's very informed in the rumours and hearsays on the streets. He would include most of what he's heard in his reports so that others could follow up on them at night.

[elizabethemerald]

Son of the Red Hood: Part 4

Diana stepped out from the Zeta tube as the computer softly announced her name. She glanced around at the cave she was in. Bruce always has something interesting going on, and while she doesn’t particularly care about cars or computers, it’s still fascinating to hear him talk about his various projects. The Bat himself was sitting in front of his wall of screens, though he had turned to look at her. She knew she and Clark were some of the few members of the League that could teleport into the Batcave without asking permission first. 

“Diana. Is there an emergency?” Bruce asked. 

“No, Bruce, I just thought I would come to visit.” 

He gave her a long, considering look before turning back to his computer. She smiled at his back. He never did handle strangers in his space well. Especially unannounced and unplanned ones. 

“Does your sudden visit have anything to do with your unscheduled questions during the debrief from the Justice League Dark yesterday?” 

“Mmm.” She hummed for a second and came to stand behind him to look up at the map of Gotham he had on his display. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get my questions on the itinerary. I had been researching in the archives right up to the last moment before the debrief.”

“Hn.” She took his grunt as forgiveness. The Gods only knew how often Bruce had gotten stuck in a research rabbit hole. She set a hand on his shoulder and when his shoulders dropped a little she guessed he wasn’t feeling touch-adverse at the moment and gently rubbed his arm. 

“As to your question, yes it does.” 

“Hn.” She could hear the creak of his gloves as he clenched his fist. “And what does this Ghost King have to do with Gotham?” 

“I don’t believe that your city is in any danger.” He relaxed his hand but stayed focused on his screens. “I need time to be certain though. I would ask, as your fellow hero, your coworker and your friend, that you not investigate until I’ve had a chance to look around.” 

Diana could almost physically feel the internal struggle Bruce was in. His unending desire to know every secret and to puzzle out every mystery versus his respect for her. This is why she didn’t try to go behind his back, if she had just showed up in Gotham to start looking for  the Ghost King Lord Clockwork had mentioned, he would have been onto her in a moment and stuck his nose somewhere dangerous. Hopefully by outright asking him to give her time, she could find the little king without his unnecessary involvement. 

“Will you call if you get in over your head?” He asked, turning to look at her. 

She just raised an eyebrow at him in return. She wasn’t going to scold him even though she had gone toe-to-toe with Darkseid, it was clear that his collection of wards were good for him if he was trying to ensure her health, no matter how unnecessary. 

“I will call for aid as soon as I need it.” She said to help alleviate his concerns. “And I will do my best not to involve myself with your rogues or your citizens unless someone’s life is in danger.” 

He gave her a stiff nod before turning back to the computer. 

“If you would like, you can borrow one of my cars. Alfred can give you the keys.” 

She nodded in return even though his back was to her. He would look for her response on the cameras in the cave once she left. She gave him a little smile and walked up the stairs to the manor proper. It was high time to find a little king that was in need of her tutelage. 

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Jason woke up better rested than he thinks he’s ever done. Despite waking up to comfort Danny from a nightmare last night he still slept perfectly. He was a little surprised to wake up to Danny sleeping under his arm, but his arm wasn’t even tingly from the boy sleeping on him. He gently nudged Danny to wake him up. 

“Hey bud, how’d you get in?” He asked, his voice still rough from sleep. 

Danny sat up and blinked at him for a few seconds, also seemingly still a little asleep. 

“I just felt like sleeping here.” Danny said, before rubbing his eyes and giving a big, cat-like yawn. Jason swore he could see little fangs in Danny’s mouth before he closed it with a snap and began hopping his way along the bed. 

“Come on Jay! It’s time for breakfast!” Danny said excitedly. 

Jason smiled and followed the boy. He was endlessly thankful his siblings had come by when he first took Danny in because the kid had toys and games, a bed and blankets, plenty of clothes and there was a variety of food in the cupboards. Steph had bought him a Wonder Woman bear, probably mostly to make fun of Jason’s long time love of all things WW, but now Danny carried it everywhere. 

The two of them tramped their way into the kitchen, Danny standing on his tiptoes to see the kitchen countertops. Jason started pulling pans out of cupboards and food from the fridge to make them breakfast. 

“Can you teach me how to cook?” Danny asked, his eyes so damn big that Jason can’t help but nod, and he’s rewarded by the brightest smile he’d seen. It felt like he needed sunglasses. 

“Sure thing pipsqueak. Just promise not to touch the burners or my knives until I say you’re old enough, ok?” 

“Of course Jay!” 

Jason turned away, trying not to think about the flame that burned in him every time he saw how happy Danny was. He couldn’t let himself get attached, sooner or later they were going to find the kid’s parents and he would leave Jason’s life and leave it just as dim and dull as it had been before, but he couldn’t seem to stop the flame from burning brighter as he prepared simple omelets for their breakfast. 

Danny rested his chin on Jason’s shoulder as he showed off how to flip the omelet properly. It took several seconds for his brain to catch up with the fact that his not yet five year old was suddenly able to rest his head on Jason’s shoulder. He turned slowly and carefully in case he needed to catch Danny, but found the boy just sitting in the air looking at him curiously. 

“Why did you stop? Are the ‘melets done?” Danny tilted his head like a cat; and then his whole body tilted to the side in the air. He was still cross legged but now sitting with his torso parallel to the ground, five feet in the air. 

“Huh. Did you know you were floating?” Jason asked, keeping all of his panicked shrieking on the inside for now. 

Danny looked down at himself before looking down at the floor. 

“Oh. Should I stop?” 

Jason genuinely didn’t know how to answer that. Finally with the same mental shrug he gave to all of the magical, alien and meta shenanigans he’s dealt with turns back to the stove to finish the omelets. If he could deal with the likes of Harley and Ivy without freaking out, he could handle his kid, this kid floating a little. 

“Uh. If it’s comfortable then you can keep doing it.” Jason decided. “You can float around me and your aunts and uncles, but be careful doing it around other people.”

“Right, because if they catch me they’ll cut me open.” Danny said. 

Jason felt his soul curl up and die a little. God bless this kid. Jason was going to personally rip the throat out of anyone who hurt his kid. It would make the heads in a duffle bag seem like a children’s party. 

“That won’t happen again.” Jason growled. “As long as I’m alive I’ll be there to protect you.”

Danny gave him another brilliant smile and the flame in Jason’s chest burned all the brighter. He quickly plated his omelets and handed one to Danny. The kid seemed perfectly content to eat floating in the air. Jason took his to eat the table and Danny followed, still cross legged, though he bumped into a chair and rotated further until he was fully upside down. Somehow, and Jason wasn’t certain he even wanted to start trying to figure out how, Danny was still able to eat his breakfast perfectly well even upside down. The plate and the omelet didn’t seem at all affected by gravity. 

Jason casually took out his phone and snapped a picture and sent it to the “Ants n Buncles” chat that Steph had made for those in the know about Danny. He included the caption, “SO I guess my kid can float.” The chat immediately started going off as his siblings reacted. “I think I also saw fangs in his mouth earlier.” Then he muted the chat so he could focus on the kid in the air in front of him. 

What the hell was he supposed to do with a floating kid? He was not suitably equipped to teach a meta kid with powers AT ALL. 

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Jazz woke up tired. Fatigue wasn’t especially anything new, nor was the accompanying sense of dread that had kept her up into the early morning, but it was unusual for it to happen now that she had moved away from Amity Park. She no longer had to stay up to make sure her brother and his friends were safe from ghosts, or to treat his injuries after their parents shot him, so she was actually able to get a proper amount of sleep each night. She still wanted check-in texts from Danny to make sure he was ok, but now she usually woke up to them. 

She had anxiously sent him a text yesterday, but the message had been marked undeliverable. That probably meant he was in the Ghost Zone. If he hadn’t texted her by nightfall she was going to have to text Sam and Tucker. It was rare that all three of them spent that long in the Ghost Zone all at once. She didn’t have to worry, not yet, at least, that’s what she kept telling herself as she tried to focus on anything else other than the growing feeling that something terrible had happened. 

It wasn’t like she didn’t have other things to think about! She had exams coming up, and a project due, and rent was coming up, and she had another shift at the student cafe tomorrow, and… and her phone was ringing. She recognized the Amity Park area code but not the specific number. She gave herself a small mental shake and answered the call. 

“Hello, this is Jasmine Fenton, may I ask who is calling?” She said, utilizing her calm and professional script. 

“Hello Jasmine, this is Angela Foley.” Jazz was surprised to hear from Tucker’s mom. While she had spoken to the woman a few times and was generally on good terms with the Foley family, she wasn’t certain why she would be calling her. 

“Oh! Mrs. Foley, is everything ok? Did something happen to Tucker?” Jazz began mentally running through her checklists and emergency protocols. The Foleys didn’t know that Tucker helped Phantom protect Amity, but they were one of the families expected to be the most supportive if they found something out. 

“Jazz, I need to make sure you're sitting, I have something that I need to tell you.” Angela’s voice had a hoarse quality to it that Jazz couldn’t remember from her previous conversations with her. She sat heavily in one of the few seats in her apartment. 

“Did something happen? Is Danny ok?” Jazz asked, her scripts falling apart in the face of her fear. 

“Yesterday there was an explosion at your parent’s house-”

“But things are always exploding in that house!” Jazz interrupted, her fear growing like a creature in her stomach. 

“Jazz, the house is completely destroyed.” Angela said, trying to keep her voice soft and even. “Your family was home, Jazz, your family is gone.” 

“No.” Jazz immediately denies. “Danny must have been out of the house, he must have-”

“Tucker pulled up the police records. He’s so good with computers my boy, but he told me you needed to know, you needed to be told.” Angela was rambling, probably unused to having to share this kind of news. “The police said they pulled three bodies from the house. Jazz, I’m so sorry.” 

“No. He can’t be dead. No.”

“Jasmine, I-”

“NO! No!” Jazz was crying, tears rolling down her face. “No, Danny can’t be gone.” 

She couldn’t breathe, she was screaming and crying and her throat hurt and she couldn’t catch her breath and Danny couldn’t be dead and it wasn’t fair and she should have been there and she left him and she couldn’t breathe and she was screaming and…

Jazz collapsed to the floor with one last heartbroken scream on her lips as her phone fell from her nerveless fingers.

[literallyrave]

Jason getting an unexpected surge of pit madness and one of the batsiblings (up to you) tries to help him out of it. Jason is semi lucid maybe because these have been happening for a while and he's desperately trying to not hurt his sibling and begs for them to go away :') good luck with the writing/creativity block<3

Fudge Cookies

I love this ask so much!! This is the first time writing for something that wasn’t an essay so please bear with me, this was really fun to write overall!! idk if I did this right because I’m not to fond of pit madness but it’s still a fun concept so this is my take on it

Warnings: PTSD, aggressive behavior, language

It was getting bad, really bad, extremely fucking bad. Jason was supposed to be getting ready for patrol. He went to Wayne manor to get one of his gadgets fixed up since the bat cave seemed to have every death trap and work bench in history. Jason was in the batcave, leaning against a wall trying to keep calm, focus on his hands, the colors he was seeing, anything but the pounding in his head and the urge to choke someone until they take one last breath.

There were footsteps, of fucking course, they weren’t heavy like Bruce’s, not as steep as Dick’s, and not as feathery as Tim’s.

“Do you plan on leaving or are you just gonna lean on my workspace?” Damian said with Witt, hands on his hips as he gave Jason a glance before noticing Jason’s eyes and how they looked glassy and angry

“Are you feeling alright?” Damian asked with a stand offish tone before letting his arms go down to his sides

“Fine just- want to be alone” Jason stumbled, his gaze looking away from Damian, his voice just wanted to make him pounce

“Because leaving you alone with the most deadly weapons would keep you and everyone feeling safe?” Damian replied, always so damn snarky, Jason thought.

He wanted to reply back with his own snarky, almost demeaning reply but he could only muster up a “Jesus I’m-I’m fine okay? I’ll be out in a minute, go.” Jason shivered, he crossed his arms over his stomach

“Seriously? You’re obviously not okay, Jason. I’ll go get father-“ Damian’s voice was cut off by a “NO! Do NOT get Bruce- Just-“ Jason lets out a shaken breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Frustrated, and scared, thats what Jason was right now.

"Fine. But I can’t leave you here, what’s wrong?” Damian’s voice was still normal but more with a hint concern when he didn’t get a response, only Jason’s eyes aimlessly looking at the wall to Damian’s right.

Jason was out of it, he wasn’t hearing a voice or anything other then the sound of a crowbar hit his ribs, his bones snapping. It made him aggressive thinking about what he could’ve done, how weak and hopeless he felt. He snapped his head forward when he heard a loud *SNAP* in front of him to be met with Damian’s hands clasped together before putting them down.

“You should lay down. Zoning out while feeling fatigued could mean you have hypoglycemia, do you not consume enough sugar?" He thought he was simply fatigued? Jason wasn't necessarily mad about that, it was better then him knowing he felt a need to quite literally beat someone to death and that he was reliving hell.

"Damian. Go. Please" He practically begged as his breaths sharpened. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but if he kept hearing this nagging, aching voice he would.

"I really don't necessarily like you but i know that you clearly need help, and said 'help' cannot be provided in the bat cave of all places" Damian didn't dislike his brother at all but he did right now he was being stubborn! Thats how Damian viewed it so he went on, and on for about 20 seconds before Jason practically lunged forward

"Listen, you are being a fucking- Damian, i'm begging just- don't talk" Jason's eyes became glassy as he walked off. Damian was opened his mouth to speak but was cut off

"I-I'll go to my room just- leave me alone" Jason walked as if he was drunk. Damian watched from a distance, following behind Jason to make it to his room until he came to a stop halfway in the hallway.

Jason nearly fell on his ass if his hand wasn't leaning on the wall. Nothing was off about the house just an anomaly, said anomaly being the chair he was sat in for months that felt like a decade. Jason knew it wasn't real but it was unnerving with the silence. He stared at the blood on the back, the arm rests with the ropes before snapping out of it. Walking forward until he got to his room. He slammed the door closed as he stumbled to his bed with a cry.

Damian was worried, he cared about his family even if he didn't act like it. He wasn't good at comforting people, so when he is told more then two times he should be alone he wanted to leave him alone. But he also didn't want his brother to feel alone. He remembered those cookies Alfred had made, chocolate chip with fudge in the middle, a complete sugar overdose that Jason *somehow* liked.

Jason's head pounded like a small alien was trying to take over his brain. He took the pain killers in his bedside drawer, which obviously wouldn't cut it off but would at least ease it, even if it was only a tiny bit. He laid on his bed as he felt like he was melting, the sounds of everything that had happened, the voices, everything was too much until there was the small click of his door opening. The talking in his head stopped and they sounds were fainting as glass was lightly heard tapping the carpeted floor.

He sat up, seeing cookies sat by his door he wobbly went to the plate, picked it up and brought it back to the bed. He unconsciously picked up a cookie and bit into it. His favorite cookie since he was 9. The fudge was warm and the chocolate chips were cold. He looked down at the plate, about to pick another one up before seeing a blue sticky note that read 'i've made Alfred make another batch. He says they will be done in about 28 minutes. Please come down into the living room by then so we can play chess PS: i will win' was wrote in red pen ink. Jason rolled his eyes as a grin threatened his lips. The pounding was like a light heartbeat now, no voices, no sounds, no anything. Maybe it was just low blood sugar after all.

[greeeengoblin]

Hit me my darling tonight <3 Slade/Fem!Jason

Jessica Todd had finally decided to join the Batfamily after a long time, but she hadn't anticipated that she could be kidnapped by Deathstroke on their first mission together. As a mercenary, Deathstroke hadn't planned to kidnap Red Hood; in fact, he was thinking of abducting someone closer to the family like Red Robin and demanding a ransom. However, when he realized that Red Hood was actually a young girl and the least protected and loneliest member of the family, he quickly and successfully abducted her. Jessica had been sitting on the cold concrete floor of an empty warehouse brought by Slade for nearly four hours, her hands, feet, and mouth bound. Her helmet and gloves had been taken from her, leaving her with nothing useful, and Jessica didn't even think Bruce and the others would come to help her. Her hair was matted with blood and sweat, her thin, weak arms were covered in bruises and cuts, and the sleeves of her black Red Hood outfit had small tears. Her frail, weak legs were almost shivering from the cold. Despite this, she could still look at Slade with great anger and courage. Slade almost felt pity for Jessica. He took photos of Jessica in her current state and then swiftly pulled the tape from her mouth. Jessica's jaw was clenched, and her mouth was almost bright red.

"Don't you have some kind of button to call the big bat? Anything to get him here?" Slade asked.

"No." Jessica replied, then looked at Slade with a confident and slightly smug smile. Her face showed a clear expression of confidence and a bit of defiance. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, scrutinizing her opponent carefully, and the corners of her lips were curled upward. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, carrying a mocking expression. This expression seemed intended to belittle the person in front of her or establish superiority over them, and Slade was annoyed by Jessica's ability to stand like this even in such a bad condition next to him.

"Then what are you relying on, huh?" Slade asked. "No one is coming to save you, you'll stay here in pain forever. Besides, I can find many clients who want me to kill you." Slade put his hand on Jessica's cheek. "Maybe the great crime lord Red Hood's skin would appeal to Black Mask..." He continued talking and calculating while his hands roamed over Jessica's body, his hands reaching her chest. "Hah... Very small," Slade mocked. Jessica's chest was almost non-existent, her body very thin but strong and flexible.

Jessica, responding to Slade's mockery, gave him a hard headbutt. Slade screamed in pain, Jessica's head was very hard. Jessica continued to laugh cunningly, her nose bleeding, making her look more like a psychopath. "Even in this state, I can hurt you, so don't talk too much and keep your hands to yourself," Jessica said.

Slade stood up in anger and gave Jessica a hard, effective slap on the face, but Jessica said nothing in response. There was no sign of pain, and she continued to smile as she turned away. Slade's eyes widened; he hadn't realized Jessica was such a psychopath and disturbing person. There was something about this girl that made him feel strange; Slade felt both fear and irritation towards Jessica but also a bit of pity.

"What are you trying to do?" Slade asked, his voice almost at its lowest level and in a more compassionate and sincere tone. As soon as Jessica heard this question, she felt her face fall in a strange way. Her face showed a clear expression of anger and sadness, her eyes full, as if she was trying hard to hold back tears. Her eyes were slightly red, her gaze focused sharply on Slade, her lips tightly closed, her facial features tense and angry. Her eyebrows were furrowed, with slight wrinkles forming on her forehead. Clearly, she was angry, but this anger was directed at herself; Jessica was angry at herself.

"Hit me... And say 'you're mine'. I don't know... But I'll like it," Jessica said. She lifted her head towards Slade and approached him submissively, her hands and feet still tied, making her tired.

Slade's eyes widened at this question, and he pulled back. He didn't expect to hear such a sentence; he wasn't a pedophile. "What are you talking about, you crazy girl?"

"I love you... I love you so much." Jessica's face tensed. Her eyes now looked more alive, glancing at Slade. Her heart was beating rapidly. "I was only there for you to kidnap me. I knew you would take someone else instead of me... I threw away the communication devices I had with me so they wouldn't find me..."

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 22-Forgive

Marinette and Damian were trapped in a snowy place by Mr. Freeze. Damian looked around.

'We were knocked out while we were heading from the café. They took me out first. Marinette seemed scared. We're somewhere that is long and rectangular. It's cold so maybe a cold storage container.'

The place was steadily growing colder. Damian brought Marinette closer to his body as she began to shiver from the cold. When she began to shake, the Wayne heir quickly shrugged off his jacket and helped her put it on, to warm up. When Mr. Freeze passed by, he didn't expect to see the Wayne boy cradling the girl. She was still and her lips were beginning to take on a shade of blue. The Wayne heir was holding her close and sobbing.

"Please, wake up Angel." Damian cried, "Please."

Victor looked at the scene before him and saw himself with his wife, Nora Fries. He quickly stopped the snow. Damian looked up and saw Freeze had opened the door. He glared at the rouge and pulled Marinette closer to him.

"I'm sorry." He spoke, "Please, get her somewhere warm."

Damian quickly stood up, with her, and walked towards the door. Before he move anywhere, the bats entered the warehouse.

"She needs medical attention." Mr. Freeze spoke up, immediately, "I'll go with you; I won't run."

Batman looked at his son's girlfriend. Her lips were blueish and Damian had tear tracks on his cheeks.

"Give her to me." he demanded.

The Dark Knight quickly took off his cape and wrapped her in it. He clicked a button on the inside and activated a heating mechanism. Damian didn't move anywhere as Red Hood placed cuffs on Dr. Victor Fries and called in a transfer to Arkham. His eyes never left Marinette.

"What happened?" Batman asked, looking into Freeze's cell.

"I was only holding them with some snow." Freeze declared, "When I saw the Wayne boy asking her to wake up, it reminded me of my wife. She was his priority. I didn't mean to hurt them, to hurt her. Please, let me know if she's okay."

Bruce watched on as Damian never left Marinette's side. Once she was warm enough, Tikki emerged from slumbering in Marinette's coat pocket.

"I'm sure I come off as a bit of a shcok, but this is an emergency!" Tikki exclaimed, "She needs a lot more heat and blankets to warm up. If not, she will go into hibernation until it is warm enough to shake her out of it. The longest one of my chosen has slept is four months."

Damian quickly rushed upstairs to grab all of the blankets he had available. Tikki few after him, filling him in more about Marinette's hibernation status. Bruce left Alfred in charge of her health and went back to Arkham Asylum.

"Freeze." Batman called out.

"How is she?" Victor asked.

"She had an underlying condition." the dark knight explained, "If that girl gets too cold, she faints and her blood circulation slows down. Almost like a hibernation status. She has woken up already once. They are covering her with heating blankets to help her recuperate."

"I'm sorry." Victor whisper.

'I'll never harm that girl again.'

Marinette blinked her eyes open.

"You're awake." Batman stated, "Dr. Freeze has been apprehended. He has apologized for holding you in such conditions. He immediatley gave himself over to GCPD and asked for you to be looked after."

Marinette smiled, softly, "When I'm better, can I go see him?"

"Absolutely not!" Damian growled, "You're not getting anywhere near him!"

"He's already locked away." Mari replied, "I wouldn't be going into the cell with him."

"He hurt you." Damian declared.

"He said he set you both free when he realized something was wrong with her." Bruce interrupted, earning his son's wrath.

"Exactly." Mari yawned, "He could have kept us in there and I could have died. He didn't want that. He realized he made a mistake."

"I don't like this, Habibiti." Damian stated.

Marinette just smiled at him.

Freeze was shocked to see the girl from before, in front of his cell.

"I'm sorry!" he shouted, "I was only going to hold you temporarily. I didn't think you would be harmed."

"Thank you for letting us go when you saw I needed help." Marinette spoke, "I don't think any other rouge would have done."

"You remind me of my wife." Dr. Freeze admitted, "She suffers from a incurable condition."

Marinette smiles, "I forgive you. I know you are a good person. You've just made some bad choices, but you are tryign to help your wife."

Freeze stared at her as she walked away. He felt his tears harden on his cheeks.

'When I get out of here, I vow, she'll never be in harms way next time.'

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[haveihitanerve]

Jason, for once, was actually enjoying himself. True he was on a mission with his siblings, all of them actually, but they were getting along for the most part, with only banter and jokes flying instead of fists. He had been tracking this drug ring for a while now, and honestly it was almost too easy to find out where the entire gang would be on Saturday, to take them all down. He had only gone to his brother, a little begrudgingly, to ask for help because, while he knew he was good, he couldn’t take down a whole gang of thugs at once. Dick, however, had seen it more as a whole family bonding experience, and so now everyone was going. Everyone except Bruce, that is, because he saw them all geared up ready to go, smiled and told them he wished them luck and that he wouldn’t, for once, interfere. Maybe that was why all of them were in such chipper moods. Sure, having Bruce as a backup was always a nice safety net, but doing something on their own for once, without his hovering, it was freeing. “Whatcha thinkin about Hood?” Tim asked, shifting so he could swing next to him. Jason gave his younger brother a grin. “How amazing it is that b isn’t breathing down my neck.” Steph laughed. “Second that!” She called over. Tim rolled his eyes. “Come on! He’s not that bad. He trusts us in the field.” Jason shrugged. “Yeah yeah. But still.” “I know what you mean Jay.” Dick called. “It’s… invigorating not having to answer to someone.” Jason nodded at his older brother. “Exactly.” Damian scoffed at them, but Jason noticed he didn’t say anything to contradict them. “Okay guys it should be quick and easy, in, take them down, and out. Simple.” Oracle informed them over the comms. “Right. ‘Cause with us this stuff is always simple.” Jason drawled sarcastically. Tim chuckled. “It’s a pretty fail safe plan.” He added, lips twitching. “Yeah. Super concrete.” Steph agreed. There was silence in their ears.

“Fuck you.” Barbara muttered. They laughed, landing on the roof of the gang meeting building. “Oh come on! A warehouse in this part of Gotham? Could they have been any more cliche?” Dick complained. Jason snickered. “Where’s the stereotypical ‘stay out! Danger!’ Sign then Dickie?” Damian cleared his throat and pointed at it. Tim bit his fist to keep from laughing. Jason shook his head. “Cliche indeed.” “Just don’t make it too cliche where I have to call B for backup.” Babs warned. “Now, Nightwing and Spoiler you go from above, Red, Robin, the two of you go right. Hood come from the left. Got it?” Tim and Damian made eye contact and nodded, the young Robin shifting so he was standing at his brother's side. The two youngest fought constantly, but truth be told Jason was almost afraid of them when they worked together. “What about Cass?” Steph asked, falling into step behind Dick as they started to climb to the very top. “She’s at the front already. Ready to take anyone who flees.” Babs informed them. “Okay. Get into position and go. I’ve scanned the building and they should all be in the main room.” “Got it!” Dick grunted, hoisting himself to the top and holding out a hand for Steph to grab. Jason cocked his gun, leaning against the left wall. “Everyone ready?” “In and out.” Tim replied, one hand clutching his staff, the other pressed against Damian’s chest, pressing him against the wall. Damian glared at him, but Tim didn’t care. He wasn’t about to let his baby brother go first into a crime ring. “On my mark.” Dick warned, preparing himself to jump through the window instead of just opening it because, duh, it made villains shit their pants if a bat came flying in with broken glass shattering around him. “And you call me dramatic.” Jason muttered. Dick leaned a hand over the side of the building to give him a vulgar hand gesture. Jason chuckled. “Spoiler Alert!” Dick screamed, crashing through the glass and landing in the middle of a very shocked and now very scared assembly of drug lords and goons.

“He’s your worst nightmare!” Steph thundered, dropping in behind him. “That’s the signal?” Jason muttered. “Really?” He busted the door open with his foot, screaming “Fear the bird!” Tim smashed his door open as well, letting Damian through with his entrance. “Red Robin!” The youngest bat bellowed. “Yummmm!” His siblings chorused back. “You only live twice!” Tim shouted. Jason groaned, unloading his gun on the scrambling goons. Some were even putting up a fight, getting into a tussle with Dick and Steph, and one charged Damian but Tim held him back, dismantling the man easily. “That’s what you decided to go with?” Jason groused to his little brother, punching a dude in the face. “Would you have preferred ‘let the punishment fit the crime!’?” Tim joked, slamming his staff into a nearby man’s groin. Damian was angrily attempting to go around them and fight, but they had pretty much locked him in a corner, fighting the goons for him. “I’m not invalid!” He complained. “Maybe not squirt but you are our little brother and so long as we can help it you won’t be fighting.” Jason called over his shoulder. Damian crossed his arms and pouted. Tim just laughed, slamming his foot into a nearby drug lord's chest, sending him flying into the wall. “Okay guys looking good!” Barbara intoned. “Almost cleared everyone out- hey N there’s a few escaping behind you. Grab them, yeah?” “On it!” Dick called back, throwing his current opponent over his shoulder and chasing after them.

“Hey Robin!” Spoiler called, catching the man. “Catch!” She threw him at Jason and Tim, who, obligingly, dove out of the way so that Damian could slam his fist into the man’s stomach. Damian was grinning from ear to ear as the man groaned, flopping to the floor. “Thanks Spoil!” He called. Tim sent her a dirty look. “You live up to your name don’t you?” He asked sourly. Steph shrugged, rolling her shoulders and taking careful steps closer through the litter of bodies around her. “Someone has to spoil him. He’s not incapable, y'know. He can fight.” Jason rolled his eyes, spinning his gun back into its holster. “Sure. But he’s still our baby brother.” Steph laughed, wrapping an arm around Damian and pulling him closer. She was one of the few people Damian accepted this sort of action from, and he leaned against her, even going so far as to wrap his arms around her waist. “My baby brother.” She corrected. Tim rolled his eyes again. “Sure. Only yours.” Jason snarked. “You can have him.” Tim muttered. Damian looked at him in shock. Tim chuckled, reaching out a hand to ruffle his hair. Or try to anyway. “Just a joke kiddo. Wouldn’t trade you for the world.” Damian smiled and opened his mouth to respond when the comms crackled.

“Uh guys, there’s many more goons!” Babs screamed just as they realized Dick wasn’t with them. They heard a distorted scream, distorted because it echoed throughout the warehouse and in their earpiece. “Dick!!” Tim screamed and he and Steph hurtled for the way he had left, Damian close behind. Cass appeared at Jason’s side, who was frozen in shock, and gave him a quick nod, melting into the shadows, ready to take down any goons who made it further than the entrance so they couldn’t sneak from behind. Jason snapped into action, sprinting after his siblings. “Where did they come from O?” He snarled, hurdling over the already unconscious goon trail his angry and scared siblings had left. “I don’t know!” Babs voice was shaky and frightened, but her hands sounded steady as they clacked away on her keyboard. “They must have been hiding in an underground chamber or something! I couldn’t see them in the scan!” Jason snarled again and cleared the last mass of bodies, throwing himself into the fray with the forty new drug ring members that had appeared out of nowhere. “Dick where are you?” He bellowed, forgoing his weapons in favor of his fists. His siblings seemed to have the same thoughts, except for Tim, who looked immensely satisfied with every crunch as his staff connected with members' sides and legs and heads.

“DICK!” Jason screamed. The fresh blood was better prepared than their previous crew had been, but they were no match for all of the batkids. At least not many. Jason paled as he imagined going against all of them alone. “Dick!” Soft moans were his only answer. Steph slammed her fist into a goon's chin and knocked him to the side, rushing over to the spot where Jason finally spotted his older brother, laying crumpled in a heap, bleeding heavily. His breathing was labored and panicked and he seemed unresponsive to anything Steph tried. Jason slammed his boot into the last henchmen’s head, sacking him down to the ground.

“Robin.” He growled, voice dipping down deep. “Status report.” Tim paled and Steph looked like she was going to be sick, but Dicks whimpers stopped and his breathing steadied enough for him to gasp out, “two ribs broken, concussion, internal bleeding on left side and something lodged in my lower back.” Before he sagged again, unconscious. Jason had just enough time to check that he still had a pulse before a shadow dropped from the ceiling, and Bruce scooped his son into his arms. “B we didn’t-“ “get in the car.” Batman thundered, not looking at any of them as he stalked back outside, setting Dick gently into the passenger side. They filed into the backseat in silence, watching as Bruce buckled their brother in and hopped into the driver's seat, heading home. “I’m sorry.” Jason whispered. There was dead silence in the car. Bruce’s hands tightened on the wheel. Jason tensed, bracing himself, and Tim opened his mouth, ready to defend him, but Bruce just let out a soft breath. “Let me handle your brother first.” He rumbled quietly. Their mouths snapped shut. 

Dick looked so pale. His son was sooo pale. “He will be alright, master Bruce.” Alfred comforted him, setting down a tray with a pot of tea and some sandwiches. “It is lucky Master Jason knew all his injuries, but he will live.” Bruce nodded, hand still wrapped around his sons. “Have a sandwich Bruce.” Alfred held out the tray to him. Bruce grabbed one without looking, taking an obedient bite. Alfred took it back, well aware that was all he would get, and placed a cup of tea in his hands instead. “Now, I do believe you have other children waiting for you.” Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Right.” Alfred gave him a disapproving look. “You did not just think you would sit here until he got better did you?” Bruce offered the butler a sheepish smile. “No, of course not Alf.” He stood, squeezing his son's hand one last time before letting go. “Tell me when he wakes.” “Of course Master Bruce.” Alfred rolled his eyes. “They are in the living room.” “So we’re gonna be subtle I guess.” Bruce muttered, making his way up the stairs. Alfred pretended not to hear him. 

Bruce pushed open the door and Cass was at his side in an instant. “He’s stable. He’ll be fine.” He assured her. She released a quiet sigh of relief and returned to the couch where the rest of his children were. Steph was curled against Tim’s side, Damian cuddled in her lap, Babs sat in her wheelchair next to the couch. Jason, surprisingly, wasn’t sitting down, but leaned against the wall, rolling a coin aimlessly across his knuckles. He straightened when he spotted Bruce, and they all let out a relieved sigh at his news. Bruce noted they were all still in their suits, uncomfortable as it was, and, he realized with a start as he glanced at the clock, they had been in them for three hours now. “Why aren’t you changed?” He asked, frowning. “Showered?” They stared back at him, unblinking. Bruce sighed, taking a seat. “Kiddos, I’m not mad. I’m sorry you thought I was, I’m sorry I made it seem like I was, I was just scared.” His hands fisted on his pants and he made a conscious effort to smooth them out and relax a little. “I am so scared. When I got the call from babs i-“ he cut off, taking a deep breath. “I don’t want to lose any of you and today I very well might have lost Dick. But it’s not your fault. Any of yours.” He strengthened, looking at Jason. “Okay?” Jason swallowed and they all nodded. Bruce smiled. “Good. Now go shower and get changed.” They obediently filed out, except for Jason, who lingered. “You want to go see him?” Bruce asked quietly. Jason gave a small smile. “Yeah.” Bruce nodded. “I’ll give you a few minutes. Jay, I’m proud of you. You took down a full drug ring together. That’s good.” Jason nodded, letting out a soft breath. “Yeah. Yeah okay.” Bruce pulled his son close for a quick hug before patting him on the back and heading to the kitchen. “Hungry?” He called over his shoulder. “I could eat.” Jason answered back, heading to the steps to the cave. “I’ll whip something up.” Bruce nodded and disappeared. “Don’t burn the house down!” Jason called after him and heard a sarcastic laugh in response. 

Jason grinned, but his smile faded as he headed down the stairs. Alfred had left a light on and it illuminated Dicks bruised face horribly. The butler stood when he heard Jason come down the stairs and smiled when he spotted that it was Jason. “I will go assist master Bruce in the kitchen.” He said promptly and ushered past, patting his shoulder fondly. “Please do.” Jason chuckled, walking over to the bed. “Hey Dickwad.” He breathed, taking a seat and grabbing his brother's hand. “You’re not funny.” Dick rasped in answer, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Jason swallowed. “Didn’t think you were awake.” He muttered. Dick laughed hoarsely. “Yeah. I’m a bit dramatic like that.” His eyes twinkled, but there was a distinct lack of light in them. “How is it?” Dick asked quietly. Jason swallowed. “You’ll be okay but you took some damage.” Dick released a sigh, dropping his head to the pillow. “Okay. Well, I’ll be okay.” He muttered. “That’s good.” Jason nodded. “Yeah. Yeah Dickie you’ll be fine. It helped that you told us your injuries.” He admitted. Dick chuckled. “Yeah. Never thought I would ever hear him call me Robin again.” Jason fidgeted with the blanket. “He- he didn’t.” He managed finally. Dick looked at him. “What?” Jason cleared his throat, not meeting his older brother's eyes. “B didn’t- um, Bruce arrived after… after you were unconscious.” Dicks brow furrowed in confusion before his mouth dropped open in silent understanding. “Ah.” Jason fidgeted uncomfortably. “Yeah.” “I- ahem, ah.” Dick cleared his throat, looking away. “That- I didn’t expect that to still hurt.” He whispered quietly. Jason felt something in his stomach twist horribly. “It still hurts sometimes for me too.” He admitted. Dick looked at him, silver lining his eyes. “Whenever I hear B in the field, calling Damian.” He elaborated, staring at the floor. “My body still tenses, everytime. Ready to go to him. To-“ “to curl under his cape. To snuggle under his arm.” Dick finished quietly. Jason nodded. “Yeah.” They sat in silence for a while before Jason cleared his throat again. “Well, hey. At least we know we have a fail safe. Ingrained deep inside.” Dick gave a humorless laugh. “Yeah. Good impression by the way.” Jason dipped his head in acknowledgment. “Thanks.” 

“Boys? You okay?” Bruce’s voice echoed down the face stairs and Dick quickly used the blanket to wipe his eyes. “Yeah fine.” Jason called for both of them. Bruce came down the steps, carrying a tray. His eyes softened when he spotted Dick awake. “Hey chum. How’re you feeling?” Dick offered his father a smile. “Okay.” Bruce raised an eyebrow, setting the tray on the side table. “Really?” Dick rolled his eyes, smiling lightly. “Yeah dad. I’m fine.” Bruce glanced at Jason. “He looks okay.” Jason admitted. Bruce rolled his eyes fondly, wrapping an arm around Jason’s shoulders. “I wasn’t asking you to vouch for your brother Jay. Are you okay?” Jason blinked in surprise, but leaned against him. “Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” Bruce nodded, placing a hand on Dicks hand and pressing a kiss to Jason’s head. “Okay. Good.” Dick smirked at him and Bruce chuckled. “What? Can’t blame me for checking up on my two first Robins can you?”

nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Time Slows Down

Fandom: Batman, Batfam, Batsis

Word Count: 970

TW: Falling of a Building, Last Thoughts

People always say that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That you relive all the major moments that led you to your current situation. That you see your loved ones’ faces one last time. And maybe that’s why it was different for you. Because as you fell backwards off the skyscraper, propelled by the bullet now lodged in your stomach, you didn’t flash back to anything. Time just seemed to slow to a near halt. Then again, who needs to flash to a memory when the people you love most in this world are right in front of your eyes?

Damian was scrambling to the corner of the roof where the five of you had been forced to remove all your gadgets at gun point when you were first cornered. You figured your youngest brother was trying to get to one of their discarded grappling hooks in the hope of reaching you before you hit the ground. But you knew that the distance was too far and the building was too short. By the time he could make it back to the edge, it would be too late. However, it made your heart soar to know that he cared about you enough to try.

Though the five of you had managed to overpower most of the goons before you had been shot, Tim was expertly dispensing with the remaining few. You never did find out who these lowlifes worked for, but it seemed like the kind of thing Black Mask or the Penguin would orchestrate. However, ultimately, it didn’t matter to you anymore. As you watched Tim take down the last of the assailants, you knew that he would be able to solve the mystery. That kid’s mind was unlike any other you had ever encountered, even more impressive than Bruce’s. And you knew that, one day soon, he would accomplish amazing things with it. You were just sorry you wouldn’t be around to see it.

As your eyes shifted to the two remaining figures on the roof, your heart shattered. You sent a wordless prayer of thanks to Dick as you watched as he successfully kept a struggling Jason from leaping off the building after you. You can see the tears streaming out from underneath Dick’s mask, but he knows, just as you do, that it is too late for them to save you. Just as it was too late for him to save his parents from a similar fate all those years ago.

Then there’s Jason. You knew what your death would do to him. You knew what losing the one person who always had your back felt like. You once had to live through losing him, now he was about to learn that same pain. And you silently pleaded with him. Please, Jay, be better than I was. Don’t let my death destroy you like I almost let yours destroy me.

As you slipped farther down towards the ground below, you lamented not being able to see the one face missing from up above. You and Bruce had not been on the best of terms since Jason’s death. And while Jason’s return and his own tentative reconciliation with the Bat had helped repair some of the damage in your relationship as well, you knew the two of you still had a long way to go to get back to what you once had. And though you had been hopeful that it would happen one day in the future, you grieved the fact that you would never get that chance now. You just hoped that he knew, through it all, how much you really loved him and appreciated everything he had done for you.

You took one last look up at the family you had found, now just specks high above you. You smiled softly as you closed your eyes and waited for the upcoming impact.

You felt the breath ripped from your body as something slammed into you…however the impact came from the side not from below as expected. Cautiously, you opened your eyes and smiled, slightly confused, “B?”

Bruce gave you one of his rare smiles in return, “I gotcha little one.”

Somehow, he had managed to swoop in with his grappling hook and catch you mere feet above the ground. As he swung both of you soaring up into the sky once more, you snuggled your face lovingly into his chest just as you had when you were a child. It’s possible you’d just imagined it, but you thought you could hear your brothers cheering from the rooftop as they watched Batman’s last-minute rescue.

“How did you….?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice when all five of my children go missing for hours while on patrol?”

He landed on the roof of a nearby building as lightly as he could but the impact still jarred your wound and a pained moan escaped your lips. Gently laying you down on the rooftop, Bruce examined the injury. “The bullet’s still in there but we need to get you back to the cave before I try digging it out.” He pulled a syringe from his belt. “This will help with the pain and stop any infections, but it will also knock you out for a few hours.”

As he went to inject you, you grabbed his hand. “Bruce……thank you. I know we haven’t been… that things are not the best….”

He rested his hand gently on your shoulder. “I know. But just realize, that no matter what happens between us, I’ll always be there for you.” He gave your shoulder a slight squeeze as he injected your arm.

As the sedative took over, one last thought ran through your mind. Who needs a knight in shining armor when you have a knight in back Kevlar?