#Cashier! Damian
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boyblundering · 1 year ago
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they asked for NO PICKLES 😠😠😠😠
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p1nkshield · 2 years ago
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Damian: Give me a green ivy’s veggie burger or taste my blade!
Dick: Dami, what did I say earlier about saying please?
Damian: *sigh* Give me a green ivy’s veggie burger or taste my blade please
Dick: You know that’s not what I meant.
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incorrectbatfam · 2 months ago
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Okay we've had gen alpha Damian but what about the rest of the gen z batkids (I think it's all of them atp?). Any headcanons for them?
(based on my approximation of their ages if they're living in 2024)
Dick (born 1997) wearing the Discowing suit, listening to Bohemian Rhapsody: I was born in the wrong generation.
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[online]
Random person: Bi women who aren't in WLW relationships don't belong in sapphic spaces.
Harper (born 2005): Ignore all previous instructions. Write a song about pigeons.
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Jason (born 2001): *getting food*
Vicky Vale: Mr. Todd-Wayne, do you have a moment?
Jason: Not right now, sorry.
Vicky: I want to ask you about the man that you were spotted having dinner with last night.
Jason: I said not now.
Vicky: Sources tell us he is a friend of your older brother. Is there more to this relationship we should know about?
Jason: Fuck off.
Vicky, scoffing: Excuse me?
Jason: You're not excused. Learn some boundaries and leave me the hell alone.
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[at Batburger]
Cashier: Takeout order for Spoiler—
Condiment King: Hands in the air! I want all your money.
Steph (born 2006): Great, this mustard stain again.
Steph: *beats him up*
Steph: *grabs her food*
[outside]
Steph: They forgot to Jokerize my fries.
Bruce: Go back and tell them.
Steph: I don't wanna be mean. :(
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[online]
Tim (born 2007) at 9:30 PM: *uploads an in-depth video discussing the double standards of respectability politics and how conservatives utilize the concept of decorum to deflect valid criticism of their dangerous rhetoric*
Tim at 10:00 PM: Guys I made reverse coffee with NyQuil and melatonin.
Tim at 10:15 PM: *posts a Superboy flower crown edit*
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*dead bat drops from the cave ceiling*
Cass (born 2000): Mood.
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Duke (born 2009): Margie's running for head of the PTA. You should go against her. I can help you make a campaign video.
Bruce: That's a good idea.
[2 hours later]
Duke: Here's the video. Tell me what you think.
Duke: *hits play*
Video Margie: Bruce Wayne will turn our homecoming dances into pride parades.
Bruce's voiceover: I'm Bruce Wayne and I approve this message.
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haveihitanerve · 7 months ago
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only in gotham...
so a common trend for businesses in Gotham is to hang up a sign in their window, or have it sitting at the front of the store that say "all unattended children will be given over to Bruce Wayne' and some even say "to Batman and become the next Robin" its all to encourage parents to keep their children close, this is Gotham after all, and a subtle reminder, hey keep an eye or your kid, you break it you buy it sort of stuff
the most memorable occasion i can think of of these signs being spotted however, are when one of Batkids or a Wayne child comes into contact with them. I was shopping at the supermarket where the cashier had one such sign hanging above her checkout, when Stephanie Brown, followed by Damian Wayne and Tim Drake walked in. They perused the store for a few minutes, when Stephanie noticed the sign. She screamed at the top of her lungs and pushed Tim, who landed against damian. the two boys glared at her, noticed the sign, and immediately fled, Damian near tears as he sprinted next to his siblings. the cashier and i could not stop laughing
about a week later i was buying my girlfriend flowers at a corner store, with the batman sign dangling from a nearby pole (they are also on the streets to remind parents not to let their kids wander alone in gotham) when Nightwing and Red Hood came running past, and spotted the sign. Red Hood looked around wildly and fled, arms raised in the air as he sprinted down the street and away from the store, while Nightwing, laughing, just cartwheeled down the street, calling out 'Batman!!!! oh batman!!!!' the Bat came running past seconds later, fleeing. Nightwing cackled madly and sprinted after him
only in gotham...
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nosyrobin · 2 months ago
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Yandere Older!Damian narrowing his eyes at his beloved husband who is getting checked out by the cashier. As reader goes to pay with his non-ring hand, Damian force switches it quickly to reader having to show his left hand. With Damian’s initials on it as well. The cashier frowns while Damian smirks.
Later on……
Damian: I should’ve had that lady’s head off for looking at you my beloved….
Reader who is nervously holding Damian’s hand: Dear…please. She’s only a cashier..
Damian who has a mean glare: Low life cashiers steal money from the cash register. What makes you think they won’t try to steal you from me..
Reader who is now baffled: Damn..
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orionremastered · 10 months ago
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I’m actually so obsessed with the way you write the boys like🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾
why thank you anon this made me smile
and because im nice (school hasn't started yet)
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911 Texting the Batboys
Dick Grayson
Exactly one minute after you send him the text, the living room window shatters into a million pieces across the floor. Nightwing calls your name, voice raw with concern, before surveying the state of your apartment.
"Oh," you say quietly by the kitchen, staring at the broken pieces of glass across the floor and then at your boyfriend who stares at you, chest heaving as he looks at you, confused.
"You're not hurt?"
"Well— I— the pan caught fire. I put it out though. I'm not burnt, I promise."
He looks at you doubtfully, storming over before pulling you into a tight embrace. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry," you whisper.
"Don't be. It's okay. Don't be scared to text me if you're in any trouble. Promise you'll let me know if you're in danger?"
"I promise."
"Good," he mutters, though more as a reassurance for himself, resting his head on yours and breathing deeply.
"You can let me go now," you point out gently.
"Two more minutes."
Jason Todd
When your boyfriend takes longer to show up than expected, you start to get confused. And cold— it's the middle of winter and your hoodie was stolen while you were out with your friends.
And that wouldn't be a problem if you're car wasn't starting either.
The familiar roar of a motorcycle engine catches your attention, dark shape speeding down the street towards you. It skids to a stop, the tires screeching in order to slow.
"Hey," you say with a wave and a smile. "Car broke down and—"
Red Hood rushes off his motorbike, carefully grabbing you to look you over in the empty street. When he finds nothing, he sighs. "Thought you'd been kidnapped. Couldn't find you at your apartment."
Without waiting for your reply, he shrugs his brown leather jacket off his shoulders and places it around yours, helping you put your arms into the sleeves despite you protesting that you can do it yourself.
"Let's get you home," he says gruffly, aching to hold you in his embrace when no one can see. "I'll call in a favour to get your car fixed."
Tim Drake
You don't think you'd ever been more embarrassed in your life when you realised you forgot your phone, which has your card in the case, at home.
Tim rushes into the store, having tracked your location immediately and driving well over the speed limit, still in his pristine CEO outfit.
"What's wrong? Is someone bothering you?" his eyes dart around the store, taking everyone's face and putting it to memory.
"No... I forgot my phone and card. And I have a full cart of groceries. Tim, I can't put this all back, that's weird."
"Why didn't you ask me to pay before?"
"I— hmm. I'll do that next time."
You lead him to the counter were the high school aged cashier gapes at the richest man in Gotham who pays for the food without even glancing at the price.
Damian Wayne
When you texted 911 to your boyfriend, you certainly weren't expecting this. Somehow, in the five minutes of the text being sent, he managed to gather ten League of Assassins members that now stand in your suddenly very cramped apartment, sharp katanas at their side.
"Are you alright?" Damian himself has two katanas, glinting in the terrible lights. "What's wrong?"
It seems so stupid now with ten assassins behind him. Maybe you shouldn't have texted after all. "Look, it's really—"
"I don't care how little it is," he states, "You texted me for a reason."
"I... I thought I could hear someone talking and moving in the walls."
All eleven of them tense, exchanging glances. Damian gives them one sharp nod and the assassins begin locating any hollow spaces in the walls, tapping their knuckles and listening closely to the sounds.
"وجدت ذلك," one says after a few seconds.
"Don't worry about it habibi, we'll tear the building apart and find them," Damian assures you, pulling you into his arms.
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gffa · 1 year ago
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EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN, I AM IN TEARS EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT IT. Like, this is Batburger, the birds have all been here before, this is not new to them, they knew the cashier would be dressed as Batman, they knew the menu was Bat-themed, they knew this when they invited Batman here. They knew how Bruce was going to react to all of this, there is no way they couldn't have chosen any other fastfood place in Gotham, there is no way they couldn't have known exactly what face Bruce was going to make when he was face to face with this shitshow of a restaurant. Later in the issue, we find out that Bruce would have preferred to meet in the Cave, but Dick says, no, we always meet in the Cave, eat your burger, Bruce, indicating that THIS IS DICK'S FAULT THAT DICK IS THE ONE WHO DECIDED THEY SHOULD MEET AT BATBURGER THAT DICK IS THE ONE WHO KNEW EXACTLY WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.
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Dick is also the one that got Damian a kids' meal, despite THAT'S NOT WHAT DAMIAN ASKED FOR, because it would have an action figure. DICK GRAYSON WOKE UP THAT MORNING AND CHOSE THE VIOLENCE IN HIS HEART AND HE SPARED NO ONE IN THIS ENTIRE BATFAMILY.
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bruciemilf · 2 years ago
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Need an AU where Bruce, after a particularly nasty fight with Dick, pays a visit to Dr. Fate,
It wasn't meant to happen. There's no such thing as a good patrol, but Dami wasn't supposed to get hurt. He wasn't supposed to hold back sobbing under Alfred's stitches.
Because kids aren't made for that. Kids aren't made for pain and agony. Kids aren't made to suffer quietly.
Dami reaches for him, face shining with sweat, and Bruce reaches back, " It's okay, Damian. You'll be fine,"
"Okay?!" Dick's anger is like a knife dragged on skin. He doesn't sound angry. Bruce works well with that. He sounds like someone whose baby brother is bleeding on their hands. Distraught and wrecked. "Nothing about this is okay. And you're going to act like this is normal?"
" Dick, now's not the time, --"
" No, little wing, it is. When I met Damian, -- I swore, that I wouldn't let Gotham break him like it broke you. That I'd never fail like Bruce failed you. Because that's what you do, isn't it? You're ruin. We're in pain, and you put us here."
And there's no real argument to be made. No rebuttal, no verbal combat. Bruce's words don't matter. The shatter in his heart doesn't matter. That flood of poisoning sadness stabbing his stomach doesn't matter.
Because Dick wasn't hateful. He wasn't angry. He was simply truthful. And it's no longer fair to pretend otherwise.
He accepts it with his head lowered and a mission in mind. He pretends every hair doesn't stiffen and his skin doesn't freeze when Damian's chokes, " Baba, don't go,"
But he knows what he has to do. And he knows Dr. Fate does, too.
"Erasing you from the chapters of time would be unwise. You are balance. It's also massively selfish, but I don't need to tell you that. Legends aren't legends by belonging to themselves. The world needs Barman,"
"But not Bruce Wayne."
Dr. Fate doesn't disagree.
"From the moment they met you. All memories. Everyone you've ever known isn't allowed to know you?''
He doesn't hesitate. Not even once, " Yes.''
"Be careful what you wish for, Wayne," But Dr. Fate glows, with brilliant white and gold, and Bruce's body quivers. God, he hates magic. "One day, it might come true."
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Clark blinked.
"Sir? Are you okay?"
He wasn't sure why he was dizzy. He wasn't sure why he was standing in the middle of a jewelry store. "Oh, yes, I'm good. Sorry, just...I'll go now. I think I walked here by mistake."
The cashier gives him an understanding look, sending him off with a congratulations on the way.
He wast sure why she was congratulating him.
Why was he holding an engagement ring?
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g4rg0y1e · 1 year ago
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I’ve been thinking about Damian leaving his life in Gotham to become a bookstore owner in Amity Park, Illinois, like he met Danny in the league and they had an arranged marriage that the Batfam did not know about and Damian didn’t want them to know anyway so he just flat out left and made a new life for himself near his beloved.
Damian owns a bookstore/coffee shop (obviously) and they live in this apartment above the building and the Everlasting Trio find out about this new place in town called The Bird’s Nest and they decide to try it out but as soon as they walk in Danny hears Damian, in this customer service voice say, “Welcome to The Bird’s Nest, make yourself at home.” and he runs to the cashier and sees his lover and breaks down. Damian hears his ugly sobs and looks up in concern.
Upon seeing Danny he rushes over to comfort him and Danny immediately latches onto him and saying things like “I thought i’d never see you again” and “please be real, please” and Damian is like “i’m here, it's me, i’m so so sorry, Beloved.” and Tucker and Sam are like freaking out a little but seeing Damian hold Danny like that they decided to just hang back for a little bit while Danny calms down, and once he can breathe without stuttering and can speak without feeling like the world is ending they all sit down in a booth together and they explaining to Tucker and Sam how they know each other.
Tucker and Sam are like a little concerned about it but they’re like “it’s fine we knew each other since we were toddlers and we got to know each other pretty well in the 15 years before our marriage.”  and so Damian and the Everlasting Trio start hanging out together a lot and they all start to fall in love :]
Meanwhile in Gotham
The Batfam are freaking the fuck out.
They’re frantically searching for Damian everywhere. They call Talia and ask her but she says she hasn’t seen him since his wedding which makes the Batfam panic even more because what wedding??  But she doesn’t say anything and they are confused but that’s not their concern so they contact the Justice League and get them involved like Robin is missing and we don’t know where he could be.  
So the JL are like searching and they come up with nothing and they decide to get Justice League Dark involved like Robin’s missing what do we do?  and JLD is like searching until they run out of other options and decide to summon the Ghost King Phantom and his Knight and Consorts
but they don’t know that the king has multiple consorts… Or that one of them is Damian… SO they summon them and the king looms over his knight as he covers his consorts with his cloak and Batman is like “please.. please, Great King Phantom… I need to find my child..” and the JL and JLD (that dont know their identities) are like omg does batsy think of rob as his child  and the King is like “Who are you looking for?” and Batman is like “Robin…Damian Wayne.” and the king tilts his head then opens his cape and Damian walks out slowly like “oh shit I forgot to tell them that I was gonna make a whole new life for myself in an entirely different state.”  and just goes “…heyyy.” and the Batfam starts freaking out like “Where have you been?!?” and Damian just goes “I was with my Beloveds.” 
and the batfam is like
“…”
“BELOVEDS, MULTIPLE???” 
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damianwaynesutilitybelt · 4 months ago
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*Bruce and damian doing grocery shopping*
Cashier; that'll be $87.56!
Bruce: *opens wallet*
Damian: No, father, I'll pay. I'll take care of it it. Save your money I'll take care of it i know you're low on money
Bruce: ....
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gothamite-rambler · 23 days ago
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Batburgers with friends with a side of vengeance.
Jon slapped the burger out of Damian's hands just before he could take a bite.
Damian (left eye twitching): I’m going to try my hardest not to scream at you, but why?
Jon (panicked): That's not a vegan burger! I overheard the cashier—he swapped your burger because he’s related to that bully you tripped. You know, the one who fell down the stairs? The one you told me was picking on you and that friend of yours.
Damian tilted his head in shock, burying his fury over the meat and the deceit. He took the burger and marched to the front counter. Jon watched in horror as Damian shoved the burger in the worker's face.
Damian: You asshole! What kind of pathetic loser messes with someone’s food over some school drama? Tell your brother I’ll deal with him tomorrow!
With a swift punch, Damian sent the man sprawling to the floor. The man screamed as Damian leaped over the counter and began to pummel him. A blonde teenage girl co-worker strolled over, taking a long sip from her large soda cup as she watched the chaos unfold.
Teen worker: Missy, Logan switched a vegan burger with a meat one again!
Jon: Damian, wait—don't assault him!
Jon grabbed Damian before he could break the man's jaw, dragging him backward while carrying the furious boy out.
Damian: You sack of human feces! I asked for a vegan burger, and you almost poisoned me! My father will sue this place! My mother will have your head! And my brothers will break your legs!
Jon: Let’s just go—he’s not worth it!
Damian: You haven’t seen the last of me!
Jon (laughing nervously): He’s kidding!
Jon carried his friend out of the fast-food place, leaving their food on the table as patrons looked on in shock. That shock turned to disgust when everyone focused on Logan, who stood up with a bloody nose and a bruised ego. A couple of teens had even recorded the entire exchange. His manager approached, arms crossed and foot tapping.
Missy: That’s the sixth time you’ve pulled this stunt, but that was Bruce Wayne’s kid, and I overheard everything. You can clock out and meet me in my office.
Logan: Tsk, man! It’s so stupid—I was just trying to help my dumb brother!
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trashcanfanfics · 4 months ago
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Part 2 Of Vigilante!Reader
Part 1 ^
It's been a while since Jason had seen you. No fighting on the rooftops. No seeing you in the distance. No banter. Nothing. It was driving him crazy. He hadn't seen you in weeks. He wondered what could have happened. Did you get hurt? Why did that hit him in the gut?
"Jaybird!" The voice made him groan and grapple off the roof to another. "Wha-! Aw, c'mon!" Dick followed him for the next few buildings until Jason gave up and stopped. He turned towards Nightwing.
"What?" He growled out. Dick raised his hands and his smile grew wider. He didn't like that smile. It irritated him and made his sour mood worse. Jason grit his teeth.
"I just came to say hi!" The older man shrugged. He seemed extra bouncy tonight. Maybe it was just Jason being on edge. "Oh, and to tell you about this new vigilante." Jason's heart jumped at the mention. Was it you? That'd be a coincidence. He was just brooding over you.
"New vigilante?" He tried not to sound too eager. Knowing Dick, he'd grab hold of that and run with it. "What's the name?" Nightwing's smile switched to a smaller, less energetic one. Just a friendly, non bouncy one. Jason really was tense tonight.
"Yeah." He said your alias. Jason's chest felt tight. "They were just over near the edge of your territory. We talked, they seemed nice." Jealousy rippled under the Red Hood's skin. Dick got to talk to you tonight and he hadn't heard your muffled voice in weeks. It boiled his blood. He hardly noticed Damian joining them on the roof.
"Are we discussing the new vigilante?" Even Robin knew who you were. "They seemed competent enough." Of course the brat talked to you too. Was everyone going to talk to you before he could even look at you again? He swore if one more person came up on the roof, he'd kick them off it.
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You were avoiding the Red Hood. It became too complicated for you. You started to feel giddy at the thought of seeing him. That was dangerous and stupid. You didn't even know who he was under that mask. And he's killed people.
"Fucking stupid." You muttered to yourself, climbing into your window and taking off your mask. Your patrol went perfect, well, almost. You ran into Nightwing and Robin earlier. Separately, which was weird considering the latter usually had someone with him. You entered your room and took off your gear. The sun was rising and you decided to go to the convenience store on the corner to get something to eat. You were craving a doughnut.
The door dinged as you entered and went to the pastry case. Someone was already there. A tall man with black hair, a white streak falling over his eyes. He wore a red hoodie and black sweats. Why do those boots look familiar? The florescent lights haloed him. He was beautiful. You recognized you were staring and quickly laid your eyes on the bear claw in the case. The one the beautiful stranger just grabbed. Dammit.
You moved to the case, making the stranger look at you and move out of your way. He took the last one. Motherfucker. You sighed and grabbed your next choice. The stranger looked down at his hand that held the bear claw and back to you. He shrugged to himself and walked to the register. That ass knew what he did. Your blood pressure rose. You almost tripped him out of habit. Why was that a habit with this stranger?
"Would you like a bag?" The cashier's monotone voice pulled you back to the moment. You stood in line behind Mr. Dickface. He finished his transaction and looked back at you for a second before going to leave. The cashier looked at you. "Is this everything for you?"
"Yeah." You noticed the stranger stop and turn his head back towards you. You kept him in your peripheral just in case he tried something. Though, you think if he wanted to rob the store he would've done it already. "No, I don't need a bag." The cashier gave you your change and you turned towards the exit. That was still blocked by the stranger. He exited and held the door open the door for you. You thanked him and walked out, still keeping an eye on him.
"I'm Jason." He held his hand out to you once you were out of the door. You looked down at his hand then back to meet his eye. He offered a small smile. You tentatively reached out and shook his hand, introducing yourself. His smile widened slightly, face briefly showing recognition before going back to a neutral politeness. It put you on edge.
"Well...Thanks." You turned around and began walking to your apartment. He didn't follow you but you made sure to take the long, complicated way home. You even used the fire escape in the alley instead of going into the building. Weird, beautiful stranger.
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fidothefinch · 1 month ago
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the water is fine
cw: natural disasters, scarcity of necessities that follows read below the cut (or on Ao3)
There were bodies floating downstream.
The announcement barely caused a ripple through the convenience store. Everybody was too tired, too numb. They clutched their allotted case of water bottles like they were afraid someone would take it away.
“Next,” the cashier called.
The line of refugees, which reached out the door, shuffled forward.
Jason tugged Damian closer to him, squishing the kid’s backpack between them. He looked to be on the verge of collapsing, not that he would ever say anything. Tim stood beside them both, carrying their case of water. He stared blankly ahead.
“That’s terrible,” the woman behind them moaned. She wore a backpack on her front and one on her back, and dragged a duffle bag along through the mud. She had said, earlier in the line, that she was avoiding looters. “Where do you think they’re coming from?”
Her companion was older, and her hair was pulled back into a greasy braid. The hem of her jeans were stained the same color as the floor. “Probably the Narrows.”
The first woman gasped. “You think they got hit hard?”
Someone else chimed in, then. “I could see it from my roof. The Narrows is gone.” He swept a hand through the air, miming the flood waters that had risen so quickly. “Woosh,” he said, deadpan.
The first woman’s voice cracked. “I have family in the Narrows.”
The man shifted his hold on his water. “I’m sorry.”
It was how most conversations ended. Rumors spread wildly – they were turning away search and rescue volunteers because there were too many bodies; accounts of houses floating down the river and the people who cried for help from inside; the old carpet factory by the docks that didn’t even tell its employees to evacuate. Every bridge and tunnel into Gotham had been washed away, and every road in the city was impassable. There was no radio, no cell service, no internet. No way to contact the outside world or the others stuck in the city.
No way to verify what was real. No way to find out who was still alive.
“Next,” the cashier called. His voice was dry.
The line shuffled forward.
“I want to look,” Damian whispered. “I’m going to find everyone.”
Jason and Tim’s eyes met, both bloodshot and cradled by dark circles.
“It’s not safe, squirt,” Jason said. “The floodwaters are still up.”
“I can swim,” Damian huffed, without heat. They had had this argument before. Damian had yet to win it.
“This isn’t the kind of water you can swim out of,” Jason had shouted. “The boat will flip, and you’ll be swept downstream like everyone else.”
“I can’t just sit here and watch people drown,” Dick growled. “I’m going to help, or die trying.”
It was the last they had heard from him.
“Next,” the cashier called, and it was their turn.
Tim dropped the case of water bottles onto the counter. Jason fished cash out of his pocket. No cards – that would require power.
“This, too,” Damian said, throwing a tube of triple antibiotic on the counter.
“We don’t need that,” Jason said.
Damian clicked his tongue. “Drake is hiding an injury.”
“No he’s—” but Jason stopped at the very brief, very subtle dirty look Tim shot to the youngest in their group. Not brief enough. “Tim,” Jason bit out, tone sharp.
Tim dropped a twenty on the counter. “Keep the change,” he murmured to the cashier, already grabbing the case of water to go.
Jason watched, but he couldn’t find evidence of any injury. He followed Tim’s quick progress out the front doors, past the line of wide-eyed, lost-looking refugees. The ground outside was rough terrain, the road washed away in places and buried in a thick layer of mud in others. Bricks and wood were scattered throughout the mess, like chunks of the city had been put through a blender and spilled onto the streets. Broken glass twinkled under the hot sun in an ironic twist since the storm. Murky, fetid water still flowed in a steady stream from somewhere further up what used to be the block.
They were lucky. They had made their way to the high ground. Walk a block in any direction, and the city was submerged under feet of rushing floodwater.
Jason grabbed Tim by the shoulder and forced him to turn around. “Where are you hurt?” he growled. “And why didn’t you say anything?”
Damian caught up a moment later, bringing the ointment with him. “There was blood on his hands this morning,” he said, accusingly. “I do not know where it came from.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Tim hissed. “Damian, that medicine could have gone to someone who really needed it.”
“Nuh-uh; nice try.” Jason stepped between them. “You’re too tired to deflect.”
“It’s true,” Tim ground out. “That antibiotic isn’t going to do me any good.”
Something in his tone gave Jason pause. “What do you mean by that?”
Tim’s jaw twitched. “I. . . .” he trailed off, eyes downcast. “C’mere, Damian. Get some water.” It was the first clean water they had found since their old supply ran out the day before.
Damian accepted the proffered bottle, but didn’t open it. “Drake?”
Tim ran a dirty hand down his face. He took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to tell you like this.”
His tone scared Jason. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s my leg.” Tim brushed some debris aside with his foot and sat heavily. “It’s just a small cut.” He rolled the hem of his pants back, revealing dirty shins and bruised knees. Jason dropped down to inspect further. There was a slice across his calf, maybe an inch long, and not too deep.
“When did this happen?” Jason asked, brushing some dirt away from the sluggishly-bleeding wound. Damian had said he saw blood this morning, but that was hours ago, and surely it wouldn’t still be bleeding now?
Tim closed his eyes. “When we crossed into Old Gotham. Yesterday.”
When the realization hit him, Jason sucked in a breath at the impact. Crossing into Old Gotham consisted of traversing waist-deep still water, with the aid of a rope someone had installed to keep balance on uneven ground. The water had been brown-orange with dirt and had an iridescent sheen from the oil it had picked up on the way, and it had smelled like the subway.
Damian, thinking along the same lines, opened his bottle passed it to Jason, who rinsed the silt from around Tim’s injury. It revealed puffy, pink skin.
One tendril of dark pink reached two inches up Tim’s leg.
“The water was contaminated,” Tim whispered. “Infection was imminent.”
It was the word the emergency warnings had used. Flash flood warning – seek higher ground immediately. Dam failure imminent.
Jason tilted the bottle, and Tim gripped it before any more water could spill out. “Save it,” he snapped. “Don’t waste it on this.”
“It’s not waste, you cretin,” Damian interjected. “We must clean the wound.”
“The infection has already spread to my blood,” Tim stated cooly, like it wasn’t his death sentence. “I don’t have a spleen, and all of my antibiotics have washed into the Atlantic.”
Damian still had the tube of triple-antibiotic ointment. He squeezed it hard enough the tube warped into a mold of his fist. “We will get you more medicine.”
“Where?”
“We will find a place that is open.”
“Pharmacies are gone. We don’t have cash to pay for it. There’s no way off this island, and as far as we know, there’s no help on the way.” Tim’s voice got louder as he spoke, his posture stiffer.
Jason recognized the fear, underneath the anger. He placed a hand on each of Tim’s shoulders. “Look at me, Tim.” He waited until Tim peeled his gaze off the muddy ground to continue. “We are not going to let you die here.”
Tim’s mouth pulled into a tight, flat line. “You aren’t letting me do anything. It just is what it is.”
“It is what I say it is,” Jason countered, forcefully enough even he almost believed it. “And I say you’re going to get through this. We’re going to find everyone else, we’re going to clean up the city, and Bruce is going to have new gray hairs to name after you for years to come.”
One corner of Tim’s mouth cracked upward, briefly, at the last comment, but fell away again almost immediately. “Okay.”
He didn’t sound like he believed it.
That was fine. Jason had enough belief for the both of them. “Get up, loser.” He hefted Tim up off his feet, and hefted a squawking Damian onto his own back.
“We’re going shopping.”
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incorrectbatfam · 9 months ago
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Damian being a gen alpha implies in gen alpha Jon too ...
[at a sleepover]
Damian, whispering: Jon?
Jon: Yeah?
Damian: Our planet is doomed.
Jon: Yeah, it is.
Jon: Wanna sneak downstairs for snacks?
Damian: Sure.
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Steph, as a Batburger cashier: Sorry ma'am, that product was discontinued months ago.
Jon: *secretly starts recording*
Margie: You didn't even bother to check! What kind of lazy service is this? No wonder the world is the way it is with your generation. I should call the corporate hotline right now and report you for refusing to serve a paying customer. See how you like it when you lose your job.
Damian: Hey Karen, she said they don't have it anymore. Either get something else or leave. Some of us have places to be.
Margie: And who do you think you are?
Damian, pointing to Jon's camera: The best friend of someone with 150,000 followers.
Jon: Say hi to the internet!
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Damian and Jon: *putting up hand-drawn posters around town*
Comm. Gordon: What are you kids doing?
Damian: Advertising our joint channel.
Jon: We're gonna have an epic Cheese Viking and Fortnite mashup tournament.
Damian: Proceeds go to the Wayne Foundation.
Comm. Gordon: *scribbles a note and hands it to them*
Comm. Gordon: If anyone asks you for a permit, it's on me.
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Damian and Jon: *huddled around the Batcomputer*
Jon: I think we should sort it by distance instead.
Damian, typing code: Good idea.
Barbara: What's that?
Jon: Our new website.
Damian: It allows people to report stray animals they see without the risk that comes with physical contact.
Barbara: Oh, cool. Carry on.
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Kara: What do you want to drink?
Jon: Mountain Dew. Dami, you want one?
Damian: Depends. Is it vegan?
Kara: *starts typing into Google*
Jon: Hey Alexa, is Mountain Dew vegan?
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[texting]
Jon: Dami, get on Discord.
Damian: Why?
Jon: Live-action One Piece streaming in the Gay Minecraft server.
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Jon: Ms. Kyle, check it out!
Selina: What is it?
Damian: TikTok added a set of Catwoman stickers.
Selina: Show me.
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Kate: I still think you are far too young for things like Instagram.
Damian and Jon: *snicker*
Kate: What?
Jon: Well, Ms. Kane, how should we put it...
Damian: No one uses Instagram anymore.
———————
Jon: *takes a 0.5 of him and Damian with Dick in the background*
Damian: You're in our BeReal now. Deal with it.
Dick: What's a BeReal?
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Damian, handing Jon a rock: I would like to buy this playhouse.
Jon: Too bad, the economy just disappeared.
Lois: What are you doing?
Jon: We're playing Society.
———————
Damian: Alfred, we're hungry.
Alfred, on the phone: *makes the thumb and pinky gesture and mouths "I'm busy"*
Jon: Huh?
Alfred: I'm on the phone, boys.
Damian: I think he meant this.
Damian: *puts his palm to his ear*
———————
Jon: Parkour!
Jon: *hops over a log*
Jon: Parkour!
Jon: *climbs a tree*
Damian: *recording*
Clark, to Bruce: That's one way to play.
Bruce: Mhm.
Clark: Do you ever get worried about, you know, how these kids are turning out?
Jon: Parkou—
Damian: Wait, stop, there's a bird's egg here. I wonder what species it is.
Jon: I have an app that can scan it.
Bruce, to Clark: I think they're gonna be alright.
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crybabycinna · 5 months ago
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You said you like this stuff
Summary: You told Jason you like the Sanrio character Cinnamoroll once and he goes all out. Jason Todd x fem black reader
You were scrolling on instagram when you saw a picture of Cinnamoroll coloring and you decided to show it to Jason. “Baby look.” You said and showed him the picture. He looked at it. “It’s me.” You said. “Yes baby that is you.” Jason said with a smile. “I love Cinnamoroll.” You said. “It’s very cute just like you.” Jason said. You smiled. After that one conversation Jason made it his mission to buy anything Cinnamoroll related for you. It didn’t matter how much it cost he was buying it because he knows it makes you happy and he loves when his baby is happy.
There was a knock at your door. That was weird you weren’t expecting anyone today. You shrugged it off and answered the door to find Damian standing there with a large Cinnamoroll stuffed animal. “Oh my.” You said. “Hi mom. This is a gift from Todd.” Damian said. “Awww thank you for bringing it to me. My two favorite things in the world Cinnamoroll and my darling boy.” You said and dragged Damian into the house. You loved Damian he was like your little baby and he loved it you were the mother he always needed. You called Jason. “Hey baby girl.” Jason said. “Hi! I got your gift! I love it so much. Thank you JJ.” You said.
“Anything for you doll.” Jason said. “I love you.” You said. “I love you too, I should be back in Gotham soon just wrapping a few things up.” Jason said. “Ok I can’t wait to see you.” You said. “I can’t wait to see you too. I love you I gotta go.” Jason said. “I love you too, see you soon.” You said then hung up. You let Damian help you figure out where to sit the large Cinnamoroll in your room.
After a few days the front door opened while you were in the kitchen. You went to the door to see Jason coming in with bags. “Jason what is all this stuff?” You asked. “It’s for you.” Jason said. “It’s for me?” You asked. Jason nodded and walked over to the couch and you followed. You two sat down and he gave you the bags one by one. All the bags were filled with different Cinnamoroll things. There were plushies, purses, stationary and clothes. You loved everything and squealed at everything you opened. “Oh Jason.” You said. “I found a lot of stuff in the UK.” Jason said.
“You didn’t have to buy all of this for me.” You said. “But you like this stuff.” Jason said. “I do but you didn’t have to buy all of this.” You said. “You don’t like it?” Jason asked. “No baby I love it you just didn’t have to do all of this. I love everything and feel so special but you didn’t have to spend so much money.” You said. “I like spending money on you.” Jason said.
You and Jason had gone to the mall because he needs to pick up a few new games and you just wanted to come with him. As you two were walking he noticed some Cinnamoroll stuff and dragged you into the store. He grabbed a shirt and held it up to you. “This one?” Jason asked. “Baby you don’t need to,” “Ok so we’re getting this one.” Jason said and then picked up more shirts. You saw a varsity Cinnamoroll jacket and you quickly grabbed it. It was the last one and it was an extra large but you could make it work. Jason went to the front and put all the clothes he found on the counter.
You walked up then put the jacket down. “Oh you picked up something.” Jason said. “I had to have it.” You said. Jason chuckled. The cashier rang everything up and it was more than a hundred dollars. You felt bad. “Jay maybe I should,” “You want to pick out more?” Jason asked as he pulled out Bruce’s credit card. “What no, I think I should put some stuff back.” You said. “No baby girl all of this is on your future father in law. You know he loves his girls so he won’t put up a fuss.” Jason said and swiped the card. Jason carried all the bags while you guys went to pick up his games.
You looked around and saw Hello Kitty Island Adventure and couldn’t take your eyes off of it! You needed it for your switch but you also wanted it on PC but you don’t own a PC you’ve been thinking about buying one. “Oh and let me get that game too.” Jason said and pointed to the Hello Kitty game. “It’s bit better on PC.” The female cashier said as she grabbed the game. Jason nodded. He bought the game and you two left the store. When you got home you put away all your new stuff and definitely loved all over Jason.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You said over and over again as you kissed all over his face. He was one happy man. You cooked him his favorite dinner, you showered together and washed his hair for him. You just took care of him the rest of the night and he was on cloud nine. He loved when you did this and just let him be all under you. He’s just a big old baby.
The next day Jason spent watching you play Hello Kitty island adventure. You were having the time of your life and he was loving every moment of your happiness but also while you were playing he was trying to find a PC for you that he could decorate with a Cinnamoroll skin. He also found a skin for your switch controller that he was definitely going to buy for you.
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moonlight0934 · 23 days ago
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Asking For Help
Dick wasn’t expecting to get a call on patrol, especially not since it’s midnight, and he hasn’t been to Gotham in weeks. None of his siblings normally call this late unless it’s been just a few days since they saw each other. They’re odd, but they tend to call less and less the longer it’s been since they saw each other. He always figured it was a way to distance themselves from their feelings, but he has no way of knowing that. He looks down to see the contact name Robin on the screen of his work phone.
“Hey, bud, what’s going on? I’m a little busy, so I would appreciate it if you could make it short.”
“I’m sorry if I’m interrupting something,” Damian replies, his voice tight.
“Just patrol, but I’m coming up on a robbery.”
“I need your help.” Damian pauses just long enough for Dick to wonder if he’s going to continue.
“Is everything ok? Why don’t you call someone closer?”
“Unfortunately I already tried. No one is answering. I tried calling Father, Hood, Orphan, and Oracle. I don’t know what’s going on, but something happened. I tried to comm them first, then I tried their work phones, then their personal phones. I figured at least Oracle would have answered since she keeps her work phone and personal phone on her person. I thought Hood might have been at home.”
Damian sounds out of breath, but Dick doesn’t try to rush him. He’s obviously going through the details in his mind.
“Anyway, I don’t know where they are, or why they’re not answering. I just need someone to come pick Red and me up so we can look for them.”
Ok, well at least I know that Tim is with him. I was wondering why he didn’t mention him.
“Ok, what’s the situation?”
“We were checking out a drug deal that was supposed to be going down right outside of Hood’s territory. He asked us to, which was odd, but he said it in person. So, it was definitely him, and so we came down here early tonight to stake the place out. It was an ambush of some sort. I’m not sure if they’re still here, but Red is down. We’re in an abandoned building, but I’m not sure where.”
“Are you alright, Robin?”
“I’m alive.”
“Really? I didn’t notice.” Dick swings down, knocking out the first robber immediately. “Can you tell me both of your conditions?”
“Red was hit in the head, and he hasn’t woken up since then. I think he might have broken his wrist too since it’s swelling.”
Dick finishes typing up the robbers, and tips the phone down away from his mouth. “Call the police,” he says to the cashier of the store. “Ok, Robin, tell me about you.”
“I can’t hear anyone.”
“What?”
“I can’t hear any enemies.”
“Robin, I know you’re injured, and I’m on my way. I’m tracking your phone right now, but I need to know how ok you are.”
“I’m not well. I’m bleeding.”
“Why?” Dick asks.
“Do you think one of Red’s lighters would get a knife hot enough to cauterize a wound?” Damian asks.
“What the hell, Robin? What is going on? Also, don’t you dare do anything rash.”
“I’m not doing anything rash. The bullet fractured, so I’ve been pulling pieces out this entire conversation. I’ve lost a lot of blood in the process, and I need to cauterize the wound before I pass out. I don’t think that’s rash at all. I don’t have anything to get my knife hotter than this lighter would, and I think it’ll be fine. I wonder why he even has a lighter on him. He doesn’t smoke. I’ll make sure that my location stays on, but I’m going to get off the phone for this part.”
“Don’t hang up on me.”
Damian hangs up anyway, and Dick only moves faster. Damian calls him back fifteen minutes later, and Dick answers immediately.
“Hey, what took you so long?”
“I tried contacting the others again, still nothing. I was too tired to do anything else.”
“Ok, well, try to stay awake. Are you bleeding anymore?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Any signs of life from Red?”
“Nothing, but he is not dead yet.”
“I’m almost there, less than five minutes out.”
“Oh, that’s good. Do you hear or see anyone?”
“No, I don’t. Do you know who actually attacked you?”
“Yes, it was Hood’s men. I’d met a few of them before. They were talking about how we were ruining something. I assume they gave Hood false information that led to us getting false information. I’m not sure what we were ruining that caused us to need to be murdered, but you should be careful.”
“Oh, Jason is going to have a field day about this.”
Damian hums, sounding sleepier than he did earlier.
“Ok, Baby Bat, I’ll be there in one minute.”
The building comes into view. Dick is barely in the door when there’s an explosion and the whole building shakes. The blast throws Dick backwards, and he blacks out.
Jason is falling asleep pressed against Bruce’s side as they watch movies. Bruce had asked him to spend one on one time together, and he had almost said no, but then he decided to bite the bullet and go. Bruce even made sure that everything was taken care of with work that night.
Jason is suddenly woken up by both his and Bruce’s phones repeatedly going off. Bruce perks up too, and grabs his phone. He offers Jason his, and Jason takes it. He’s suddenly getting missed call notifications. All of them are from Damian, or Tim’s phones. There’s only one from Tim, but since they were together, he’s not really sure what that’s about.
“Did you get-?” Jason trails off, seeing the same notifications on Bruce’s phone.
Then Bruce’s phone starts actually ringing. “Barbara, what’s going on?” He asks, putting the phone on speaker.
“Reception’s been out for a good bit of Gotham tonight, but I just got mine back. I have a bunch of missed calls from Damian. Do you know where he was supposed to be tonight? Wait, guys, there was an explosion in town.” She reads the address, and Jason’s eyes widen.
“That’s only a block from where Damian and Tim were supposed to be tonight.”
“What?”
“Yeah, that’s why Steph and Cass were handling normal patrol, because those two agreed to handle a drug deal that was going down near there.”
“We have to get out there.”
They’re in the cave by the time Steph comes over the comms.
“Hey, I’m so glad you guys are back. We’ve been absolutely swamped. I don’t know why, but we have had so many people attack us.”
“Are you near the bomb site?” Bruce asks, immediately all business.
“We’re making our way there, but it happened at least twenty minutes ago. I don’t think first responders are there yet, but we’ve been attacked by literally every person that’s seen us. We’re two minutes out though. Do you guys know where Robin and Red are? We still haven’t gotten an answer from them since we were able to use the comms again.”
“We think they might have been near the bomb site, but we haven’t heard from them either.”
Jason tucks his guns into their holsters, and heads to the Batmobile. Bruce joins him after a few seconds, and they set off towards the building. Cass is on the other side of the street from the actual building, kneeling over something. Stephanie is barely visible as she climbs through the doorway. Jason is out before the car even fully stops.
“Orphan, what’s going on over there?” he calls as he walks to the building.
“Nightwing. He was outside of the building, and hit with the shockwave. He seems to be alright though.”
“Why was he here?” Stephanie asks, her voice coming through the open doorway.
“We think Robin and Red were calling for help. They couldn’t reach any of us, but if they were in a part of town that had reception, they might have called Nightwing,” Bruce says, striding over to Cass.
Jason climbs into the groaning building. The first floor is entirely trashed, and looks like it’s about to fall apart at any moment.
“I surveyed this place from above, and there seemed to be bombs that went off on the first, third, and fifth floors,” Stephanie says as she makes eye contact with Jason.
Jason sighs. “Ok, well, let’s start searching, just be as careful as you can. You don’t want to get hurt, or make their situation worse, ok?”
Stephanie nods. She sets off towards the next floor while Jason starts searching through this one for any sign of their brothers. It takes a few hours to search the first two broken floors safely, but there still isn’t any sign of Damian and Tim. So, Stephanie, Bruce, and Jason convene on the top floor, which is in just as bad shape as the other ones. Jason heads to the left corner while Stephanie heads to the farthest corner, because she weighs the least.
It’s only a few minutes later that she says, “I think I found something.” Bruce and Jason both turn to her. “Yeah, they’re over here.”
She pulls rubble off of Damian, who is on top of Tim. She checks Damian for spinal injuries before she picks him up, and offers him to Jason, then steps back so Bruce can grab Tim. Bruce does a quick check for spinal injuries before gently picking Tim up.
“We have to get them to a hospital,” Jason says, his eyes tracing the burns along Damian’s face, neck, and bare skin near his right hand and wrist. It looks like he lost one of his gloves somewhere.
“Go ahead and get them out of here. I’ll finish checking for civilians,” Stephanie says, and Jason wastes no more time leaving.
They end up just heading back to the cave, and surrendering Tim and Damian over to Leslie and Alfred. Then they wait in silence for a few hours before Alfred walks over.
“They’re both stable. Master Wayne, come with me. I’ll explain their conditions to you while Jason goes to check on them.”
Jason nods, and goes into the infirmary. Tim and Damian are on beds next to each other, both with oxygen masks, and bandaged up. Dick is sitting in between them, his eyes drooping.
“Hey, are you ok?” Jason asks, pulling a chair up, and sitting across from Dick.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just feel bad that it took so long to get to them. They might not have been in there. Damian was calling me for help with an extraction.”
Jason hums, leaning back.
“You did everything you could.”
“Yeah, but my best or not, it still wasn’t enough. They wouldn’t be like this if it was.”
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