#Damian tells one of others to be ready to record

[bluerosefox]

Uncle Damian Mode ACTIVATE

Twins Danny and Damian but! They both know where the other is (Damian going to Bruce and Danny being sent to the Fentons on a mission at a young age), has kept in touch and all that.

They just...never got around to telling anyone about the other.

That is until Danny comes interrupting Damian on patrol one night in a panic, pushes a bundle into his arms and hurriedly says "Read our texts! It'll explain! I gotta go, got a fruitloop on my tail! Be back when I can!"

And rushes off. When Damian looks down at the bundle in his arm, ignoring the yelling on comms and Nightwing rushing over, he is stunned to see a almost identical face to that of his brother staring back at him, only he can tell its female from the more delicate features.

When he later reads the texts his brother sent during his patrol... well he's tempted to go fruitloop hunting but he has a niece to take of... and inform his father of his granddaughter he's currently holding.

[cassandracain52]

so I’ve seen lots of fics about Bruce coming back and finding out things like Tim loosing his spleen or Damian getting shot (on multiple occasions by different people) and he almost always finds out by either having dug into the Batcomputers records and stumbling across it or just seeing it on scans or something after Tim or Damian is injured

but imagine for a moment Bruce finds out, not on his own, but by the others telling him.

And by “tell him” I of course mean that they all automatically assume that he already knows about all of it(because he’s the worlds greatest detective so obviously they don’t need to say anything) so they never bring it up until they mention it one day in passing and nearly give him a heart attack.

for example:

Bruce: Tim, I need you to come with me to speak with Dr. Thompkins down at the clinic about that new drug that’s been circulating

Tim: Oh, sure thing, just let me grab my mask

[Bruce not saying anything but looking at him confused because Tim is already fully suited up and wearing his domino mask?]:

[Tim, now wearing a surgical face mask]: Ok, I’m ready! [Bruce just staring at him, waiting for some explanation. He doesn’t get one.]:

Bruce: Tim

Tim: hm?

Bruce: Why are you wearing a face mask..?

Tim: Oh! Well Dr. Thompkins got mad at me last time I came to the clinic without one because there’s a lot of sick people there and I should be more careful since I’m immunocompromised-

[Bruce, immediately cutting him off]: Wait, what?

[Tim, slightly confused]: She got mad at me when I didn’t wear one last time..?

[Bruce, equally confused and growing very concerned]: No, not that. You’re immunocompromised?

[Tim, now completely lost because this is all common knowledge?]: Uh, yeah??

[Bruce, even more concerned]: How??? What do you mean??

[Tim, getting annoyed and rolling his eyes]: Well that’s what they call you when you have no spleen, Bruce.

Bruce: What.

[Tim finally realizing that, just maybe, they skipped a step]: I have no spleen? It got stabbed so Ra’s took it

[Bruce, about to have an aneurysm]: RA’S DID WHAT-

______ Or like him finding out Damian had his entire spine replaced

Bruce: Hey, do you think it’s strange Damian’s so small?

Dick: No?? He’s ten?? Ten year olds are small?

[Bruce, audibly concerned]: No, I mean don’t you think he should have grown some by now? Is he not eating enough?

[Dick, immediately relaxing]: Oh, that? Yeah, it’s fine

[Bruce, still concerned]: Are you sure? I was taller than that at his age

[Dick, waving his hand dismissively]: Nah, he’s fine. I think the spine replacement just stunted his growth a bit

Bruce:…

Dick:..?

[Bruce, near hysterically because all his kids somehow keep losing pieces of their insides and none of them seem bothered by it??]: his wHAT- ____

Dick has to spend the next several hours trying to stop Bruce from making everyone do a mandatory medical examination so he can make sure none of his other kids are missing anything

Dick promises that it was just the two things

Bruce is not reassured

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 21-23

Damian:

The headache Y/n felt forming after finding out about Bruce and Talia having a son was painful.

“After all those talks he gave me about protection.” Dick scoffed.

Y/n looked at her new brother who looked like a feral kitten who was ready to claw and hiss at anyone who approached him.

“Tt, I don’t see how you are Father’s Daughter, your mother wasn’t even married to him. Meaning you hold no claim to Father’s company or his assets.” He spat. He was quite smug with himself.

“Listen pipsqueak—“ Tim started but Y/n motioned for him to stop. She turned her attention back to Damian.

“Look I don’t know what you were told but I promise you I don’t want to run his company, hell I’d rather not be heiress to the money either. Bruce is my Father not my atm or trust fund. And if that’s all the things you’ve been led to believe then you’re sadly mistaken.”

Damian lunged at her and quickly moved out of his grasp, she turned towards him and flipped him onto his stomach and pinned his arm back.

Dick and Tim stood there in awe.”I know you’re an assassin kid, but make no mistake I will break this little hands of yours if you try that again.” She left the room without another word and Damian grumbled as Tim chuckled smugly in the corner.

Damian avoided Y/n while she visited the Manor. They spoke a total of two times in the first few days. By day three Y/n figured he’d be more settled into his new home that she could formally introduce herself. She was wrong.

Damian took one look at tried to go in the other direction and she called him but he was too fast for her. She was in her room on a call with Stephanie and Cass who were gutted she wasn’t staying longer, Barbara could be heard in the background on a call with Dinah and Helena.

“You guys know you can visit anytime, besides my roommate when back home to Chicago. So, for the rest of the term I have a whole dorm to myself.” She giggled stuffing some sweaters Alfred had bought for her as he knew winter was approaching and she’d be up late in the library across the campus.

“Well you’ll be back in three weeks for Christmas Break, plus maybe this weekend we can have a day trip I heard Metropolis Mall is having a huge sale for Black Friday!” Stephanie squealed with excitement.

Cass nodded in agreement,she turned her head and looked closely at the screen before speaking.”Damian.”

Y/n world around to find the youngest Wayne in her doorway easedropping.

“I’ll talk to you guys tonight when you stop by before patrol.” They two waved and she hung up turning to the doorway.

“Come in Damian.” Reluctantly he entered her room with a blank expression.

“Wayne.”

“Wayne.” She replied in his same tone.

He looked down at the ground before speaking,”Grayson talked to me about my actions. I wanted to apologize for comments earlier to you.” He never met her gaze and she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not the first kid to come in here and feel outraged or confused about your new life Damian, and knowing Dad’s track record I can’t say you’ll be the last. But I accept your apology. Mind telling me what’s behind your back though?”

He handed her a small wooden bird, it was cured and whittled to his shape and it was beautiful sculptured. “Grayson always mentioned your fascination with birds.”

Y/n smiled an took the little bird figure,”thank you Damian it’s very thoughtful of you.”

“I would appreciate if this conversation never made it to Drake.”

“Whatever you say kiddo.” She chuckled. As time went on Damian was less abrasive towards the older woman. Usually when the girls would visit her Damian would tag along, of course he said he was forced to come but that was lie. Or when Dick or Bruce would FaceTime her and Damian would demand to talk to his sister but would instantly just ask her about her studies and when would she be returning home. It was kinda cute.

When she returned for Christmas she wasn’t surprised to see Damian tending to his animals but rather who was helping him. A new kid.

Duke:

Duke had heard a lot about his new sister from the other boys, from Cass even Alfred talk about her too.

She was able to get to know Duke when everyone was out running errands for Christmas and he was the only person at the Manor.

“Oh Hi Y/n, Alfred asked me to hang up the garland. Did you need something?”

“No Duke, just passing through, I’m surprised you picked the red and gold one, no one picks that one.”

“Really, I think it’s the most festive.” He chuckled and she entered the lounge and helped him. The two crackled jokes and finish decorating the lounge by the time Alfred and Bruce returned.

“I must say you two make excellent choices with decorations.” Alfred commented.

On Christmas Eve Duke wasn’t around lot of the family. When Y/n asked around no one had seen Duke since Breakfast. Y/n found him in the backyard sitting in the snow. She approached him with a cup of hot chocolate made by Jason.

She sat next to him in silence on noise was them sipping on the hot beverages and sounds of clatter and music from the manor.

For a while they just enjoyed each other company until Duke broke the silence. “Do you think their proud of me, with my decision of be Signal and applying to Gotham University?”

Y/n took a sip of her drink once more before replying,”I think your parents are very proud of you Duke, I believe they would not only want you to be surrounded by people who love you. But to also following your own heart, do what you feel is right for your life.”

He grinned to hisself before speaking again.”I guess so my Dad always wanted me to beat to my own drum. I just..I don’t wanna let anyone down, my parents, Alfred, Bruce..you.”

She turned to him,”Me?”

He nodded softly. “Everyone talks so highly of you, even Damian. I was scared that I’d let everyone down.”

“Duke Thomas Wayne! You could never let me down, I’m sister I’m not going to make you feel bad about your decision. Besides have you seen the rest of the family, just finishing High School is enough to make Alfred happy.” The two busted out laughing before the wind and the snow began to fall down.

“Come along little Brother it’s getting cold and so is the rest of my cocoa.”

On Christmas Morning everyone torn into their gifts and after that everyone opened their gifts Duke found Y/n in the library.

“Hey, thank you for yesterday, I just talked to Dick and he helped me finish my application for Gotham University and I may even have submitted one last night Metropolis University too.”

She chuckled,”Aww Duke that’s amazing I can’t want for them to come in the mail.”

Y/n helped Duke a lot with his last remaining High School affairs like signing up for the SATs, applying for other colleges one that were so close to home in case Duke wanted to try something new. She even helped him with his AP homework though she did secretly get Jason’s help with his English papers and Tim definitely didn’t glance over and make notes on his math homework to help him understand the concepts better.

When his letters did come in the mail he was accepted into Gotham, Central City, Bludhaven and even Star City top universities. But Duke was unsure of himself again and called Y/n who had returned to Metropolis to finish her last few weeks of her degree before graduating that spring.

“What did I say before Thomas, don’t sell yourself short. You earned those spots and if they aren’t where you wanna go you don’t have to. Follow your own drum remember.”

He grinned,”Thank Sis, I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, now before i go will you please tell Dick and Dad that I will call them later, they keep calling and texting me.”

Duke doubled over laughing before telling her he’ll tell them.

Duke was the first one in the car the day before the family went to Y/n’s Graduation, him and his brothers fought over shot gun which was vetoed by Alfred who made them all sit in the back of the car.

By the time the got their the ceremony had begun and a small crowd burst through the auditorium and made their ways to their seats where Clark, Lois, Jon and Diana were already sitting.

“Late again?” Diana chuckled.

“Bathroom breaks.” Bruce replied.

Luckily Y/n was next and the group from her family was so loud that the crowd chuckled and some joined in too.

She was top of her class and even gave the speech for them.

After walking outside she was swept up to strong arms.”I’ve very proud of you.” Bruce said.

“Thanks Dad, but you’re crushing me.” Bruce reluctantly released her but she she immediately hugged by her brothers and sisters.

“You’ve made us so proud little Bat.” Dick practically sob.

“Grayson can you please stop with the dramatic.”

“Well what will you do know, are staying here or will you move back to Gotham?” Tim questioned.

She shrugged,”I dunno I will come home for a bit before I decide though.”

A choir of Yes from Damian, Duke, and Alfred didn’t go unnoticed.

“Well whatever you decide, we’ll be here for you.” Jason side hugged her.

Alder sobbed and received everyone attention,”it feels me with joy to know at least one of you finished college.”

“But Alfre—

“Silence Master don’t ruin my moment.” Bruce rolled his eyes as Clark and Lois chuckled and Diana shook her head before turning to the graduate.

“Well young one you’ve accomplished much today and I think you should be very proud of yourself.”

“I am thank you guys for coming.”

Tim scoffed,”B practically ran half off the inmates into their cells to not miss today.”

Everyone chuckled as Bruce looked aloof and starting walk towards the door,”I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

—-

I hope you enjoyed this miniseries. I will do more with different people in the DC Universe.

Specifically with the other teams next to either the JLU or the titans or all of them in some capacity.

My asks are open so please, leave me any Requests! ☺️

[hunterofartemis7]

Pt.10

Damain: well?

Asshole doctor: I have nothing to apologize for! She’s just a teenager with and her pregnancy hormones make her exaggerate!

Jason; pregnancy hormones!?

Raven:…..

Kori: shit

Tim: you’re pregnant!?

Raven:..*nods, tearing up again* I wanted to tell you myself…..😣

Jason: *draws his knife* okay so not only will you pay for making her cry the first time and insulting her, but also for ruining her chance to tell us she’s pregnant on her own terms!

Asshole doctor: you can’t do anything to me! We’re in a hospital! The security will have you arrested!

Tim: good point. *drags him outside by his hair*

Damian: *smirks*

Dick: we got this asshole covered little d. Go back with Rae and see your baby.

Raven: thanks dick..

Dick: don’t mention it, and congratulations!! *hugs her tightly* we are so celebrating after now I gotta go! *runs after Tim*

Jason: *ruffles her hair* congratulations kiddo. *follows dick and Tim outside*

Very Nice doctor: Miss? Are you ready?

Raven: *nods*

Very Nice doctor: alright. *brings her back in the room with Damian and Kori* Did he check any vitals before being an ass?

Raven: no…

Very nice doctor: I’m sorry Hun. I don’t know why he wasn’t fired yet. *checks her blood pressure, blood sugar, heart rate breathing etc.*

Damian: *staring her down like a hawk*

Very nice doctor: don’t worry sir, I’m got gonna hurt her

Damian: hm

Very nice doctor: well your BP is a bit high, but that’s to be expected considering what just happened. Blood sugar is also a bit lower than we’d like, but Your heart and lungs sound good.

Raven:..is that gonna hurt the baby?

Very nice doctor: right now it shouldn’t. You’re stressed so it’s understandable to have a higher BP than normal. Your blood sugar is more what I’m worried about. Have you eaten anything today?

Raven: yeah..but I can’t keep anything down

Very nice doctor: how often are you throwing up?

Raven: pretty often..I don’t exact times

VND: that’s okay hun. And it says in your records your anemic right?

Raven: *nods*

VND: are you on any iron supplements?

Raven: no ma’am..

VND: okay. If its alright I’d like to put you on some for the rest of the pregnancy, as well as prenatal vitamins and some meds to help with the nausea

Kori: are all these meds good for her?

VND: yes. One is just vitamins, the other is similar, mostly just to get some iron in her system. The nausea meds are the only “medication” she’ll actually be on. And don’t worry, I won’t prescribe her anything that wasn’t safe for her and baby.

Kori: okay.

VND: now with all that out of the way, you ready to see your baby?

Raven: yes!!

VND: *smiles* okay, lay down hun.

Raven: *lays down on the bed*

VND: *puts a blanket over her and pulls her hospital gown up* fair warning, this is gonna be cold. *gets that weird jell stuff that they use for ultrasound and puts it on her belly*

Raven: *flinched from the cold*

VND: sorry

Raven: it’s okay..

Damian: *holds her hand beside her*

Raven: *small squeeze*

VND: you ready?

Raven: yes

VND: *puts the wand (I think that’s what it’s called) on her abdomen*

Raven: *watching the screen waiting to see the baby*

VND: *points at the small bean* and there’s your baby

Raven:..🥹

Damian: *smiles with happy tears in his eyes* it’s small🥹

VND: yes it is. Your 6 weeks right now, and baby has a strong heart beat

Kori: 🥹 it’s so precious..

Raven: *happy crying* our baby..*looks at Damian* I can’t wait to meet it..🥹

Damian: *kisses her and her belly* I can’t wait either. I’m already in love with it

VND: you two are adorable

*meanwhile outside*

Cop: so one more time….why are you beating up a doctor?🤦🏻‍♀️

Jason: cause he is very very rude and unprofessional to his patients and made our sister in law to be cry.

Tim: and we have about 200+ different complaints about him that the hospital keeps throwing in the trash

Cop:….i don’t get paid enough

[atlasthegreatest]

Cards on the Table/ Barbara Gordon x Gambit!Female Reader

Barbara finally introduces Y/n as her girlfriend to the Bat-family. And despite their initial skepticism, Y/n charms win them over, earning her place in their life.

Word count: 2630

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Thanks for this ask, I like Barbara (she’s best girl #2). Enjoy it!

Barbara Gordon had done the impossible. She’d kept a secret from Batman.

It wasn't easy. Bruce had the instincts of a bloodhound when it came to anything involving his allies, especially his family. But this one — her relationship — she'd managed to shield, mostly because she wanted to savor it before the inevitable Batfamily grilling. That time, though, had come.

Barbara straightened her jacket as she glanced over at her girlfriend, who stood beside her, casually twirling a deck of cards between her fingers. She wore a mischievous grin, her hair hanging just past her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with an energy Barbara knew all too well. Y/n LeBeau. Known for her powers of controlling kinetic energy and her alias as ‘Gambit’ among the fighting crime community — and the same Southern charm mixed with a playful recklessness. Barbara couldn’t deny the magnetism. It was exactly what had drawn her in from the beginning.

Y/n winked, flicking one of the cards with her thumb, causing it to glow softly before the charge dissipated. "You sure they're ready for me, chérie?"

Barbara let out a small chuckle. "Honestly? I don’t know if anyone's ever ready for you, but we have to do this sooner or later."

The Batcave was bustling tonight. Dick and Damian sparred in the training area, Jason leaned against the Batcomputer like he was holding it up, and Bruce was, predictably, deep in thought, reviewing something on the screens. Tim was nearby, tinkering with one of his latest gadgets. It was the usual chaos.

As they approached, Dick was the first to notice, flipping over Damian and landing gracefully, wiping sweat from his brow. “Hey, Babs! What’s up?” His eyes flickered to the woman next to her, eyebrows lifting. “Who’s this?”

Barbara took a breath. "Everyone, this is Y/n. She's... my girlfriend."

That got everyone's attention. Bruce turned from the computer, Jason stood up straighter, and Damian stopped mid-kick.

Dick's smile widened immediately, genuine and warm. “Oh, wow! Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He extended a hand, always the friendly one.

The girl in question took his hand, her grip firm, but she couldn’t help but smirk, sensing Dick’s slight wariness despite his welcoming demeanor. “Pleasure’s all mine, sugar.”

Jason folded his arms, his eyes narrowing as he sized Y/n up. “Powers?” He was blunt as ever.

Y/n’s grin widened as she pulled out a card, charging it lightly with a pinkish tone. “ I make things go boom,” She said casually, tossing the card in the air before catching it again. “ But only when I wanna’. ”

Tim, ever the tech head, stepped forward, eyes intrigued rather than suspicious. "How does the kinetic charging work? Is it limited to objects or can you charge other things?"

Barbara stifled a laugh as Y/n leaned in a bit closer to Tim. “Oh, I could explain it, but then I’d have to kiss ya.” She winked, teasing him just enough to cause a blush to creep up Tim’s face.

Tim cleared his throat, clearly flustered, retreating to the safety of his gadgets. "R-right, got it."

Jason, arms still crossed, glanced at Barbara. “Seriously, Babs? Gambit? Couldn't be anyone else?”

Barbara rolled her eyes, knowing Jason's brand of skepticism well. “Yes, Gambit. And for the record, she’s her own person, Jay.”

Before Jason could retort, Bruce spoke, his voice cutting through the atmosphere. “How long has this been going on?” Typical Bruce—straight to the point, no frills.

Barbara met his gaze evenly. “Six months. I didn’t tell you because… well, I wanted to figure things out first.”

Bruce's expression was unreadable as his eyes flicked between Barbara and Y/n. “And now you’ve figured it out?”

Barbara’s heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t flinch. “Yes, I have.”

Y/n, ever the wildcard, stepped forward, hands in her pockets, and met Bruce’s gaze directly. “Look, I know this ain’t exactly what you were expectin’, and I know how much ya care about your family. I respect that. Babs means the world to me, and I ain’t here to cause trouble—unless it’s the fun kind, of course.” She flashed a grin that only half-diffused the tension.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed, as though he were mentally running a thousand scenarios. He looked at Barbara again, his voice softer this time. “Is she good for you?”

The question wasn’t an accusation but genuine concern, and Barbara felt a swell of emotion at how Bruce, despite everything, always tried to protect her. She placed a hand on Y/n’s arm. “Yes. She’s good for me.”

There was a long pause before Bruce gave a curt nod, his acceptance not verbal but understood. “Just don’t blow up the Cave.”

Y/n’s laugh echoed off the cavern walls. “No promises, big guy.”

Damian, who had been silent this entire time, finally stepped forward, arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. “If you attempt any indecency in this cave or distract us from missions, I’ll have no choice but to—”

“Lemme guess,” Y/n interrupted, stepping toward Damian and looking down at the shorter boy. “Gut me?”

Damian's glare was fierce, but Y/n’s grin was fiercer. “You got spirit, kid. I like that.”

Barbara held back a chuckle as Damian scowled. “Tch. You’re intolerable.”

“And you’re adorable,” Y/n fired back with a wink, which only deepened Damian’s scowl as he stormed off to the training area.

Jason let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, I like her.”

Dick nudged Barbara with a grin. “I think she’s gonna fit right in.”

Barbara finally exhaled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It wasn’t the easiest introduction, but that was how the family worked. Y/n had passed the first test, and Barbara could feel the weight lifting. Whatever came next, they’d handle it together.

“Well,” Y/n said, stretching her arms behind her head. “Now that the formalities are outta the way, how ‘bout we have some fun?”

Barbara shot her a playful glare. “No charging the Batmobile.”

Y/n raised her hands in mock surrender. “I’d never dream of it, here. Maybe.”

—————————-

Later that night, after the tension of introductions had simmered down, the Batfamily had gathered in the common area of Wayne Manor. For once, the cave was quiet. Bruce had gone back to work at the Batcomputer, Damian had stormed off to train, but the rest of the family stayed to linger, intrigued by Barbara’s new relationship and by Y/n’s effortlessly bold personality.

The woman had kicked back on the couch, lounging in the most casual way possible, legs propped up on the armrest and a deck of cards still in her hands. Barbara sat next to her, occasionally rolling her eyes at Y/n’s endless card tricks but unable to hide the fond smile on her face.

Dick, ever the conversationalist, broke the silence. “So, Y/n, how’d you two meet? Was it a daring heist where you swooped in and stole Barbara’s heart?” His tone was playful, but there was a genuine curiosity behind his words.

Y/n grinned, tossing a card in the air and catching it without looking. “Almost, ‘cept it wasn’t a heist. Was more of a… rescue mission, wasn’t it, Babs?”

Barbara nodded, leaning back into the couch. “We were after the same target—some low-level metahuman causing trouble in Blüdhaven. I was running recon and she… well, she just appeared out of nowhere, charged half the warehouse with her powers, and made the guy panic.”

Y/n chuckled, clearly enjoying the memory. “He started runnin’, I gave chase, and Babs here swooped in with that fancy grapple line of hers. Next thing ya know, we’re workin’ together.”

Jason, sitting on the edge of a chair, raised an eyebrow. “And just like that, you two were a team?”

Barbara glanced sideways at Y/n with a small smile. “Not exactly. She tried to flirt with me, mid-mission. I thought it was a distraction tactic at first.”

Y/n’s smirk deepened. “And yet, here we are. Guess I’m more persuasive than you thought, Chérie.”

Tim, now more comfortable, looked up from his tablet. “So, you control kinetic energy, but you do…what? Vigilante work? Or just solo operations?”

Y/n shrugged, not one to overexplain herself. “I dabble in a little of this, a little of that. Worked solo for a while—figured the streets didn’t need another caped crusader. But I saw potential in what Babs was doin’, helpin’ people. Got me thinkin’ maybe I could make a difference.”

Barbara leaned in slightly, her voice softer but confident. “She’s been working with me, quietly. We’ve handled a few cases together. She’s smart and tactical. And yes, she blows things up, but she’s precise about it.”

“Mostly precise,” Y/n corrected with a wink. And a laugh was shared between her and the redhead woman.

Dick’s face lit up, looking between them. “Sounds like you’re a good team. Honestly, Babs, it’s nice seeing you with someone who’s got your back. I mean, besides all of us.” His tone was sincere, his big-brother energy kicking in as always.

Jason snorted. “Yeah, as long as she doesn’t blow up Wayne Tower or something, I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

Y/n tossed him a charged card, just enough to spark in the air before fizzling out in his lap. “Only if I’m bored, Red.”

Jason gave a mock glare but couldn’t help the small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Alright, alright. I like her attitude, at least.”

Barbara felt a warmth spread through her. Despite the initial grilling, she could see they were coming around. Y/n was a lot to take in—flamboyant, flirty, and unpredictable—but she was good at her core, and the family was beginning to see that.

“Hey,” Dick said suddenly, “how’s Bruce taking all of this? I mean, he didn’t say much after ‘don’t blow up the cave,’ but you know him. He’s always got a million thoughts running in the background.”

Barbara sighed, her shoulders relaxing now that the worst of the night was behind them. “He’ll be fine. You know how he is—he processes things quietly. He doesn’t always show it, but… I think he trusts me.”

Y/n, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, smirked. “Or maybe he’s just scared I’ll charge his Batsuit when he ain’t lookin’. ”

Tim snickered from the other side of the room. “I think he’s more concerned about the Batmobile.”

Barbara shot her girlfriend a mock warning glare. “I told you. No charging the Batmobile.”

Y/n raised her hands innocently. “I’d never, Babs. Promise.” Then she winked, her mischievous streak still fully intact.

The conversation drifted into more casual territory, with Y/n and Dick exchanging light-hearted banter while Tim and Jason grilled her with a thousand questions about her powers. Y/n took it all in stride, even offering to give them a demonstration of her skills the next time they were in the field together.

As the night wore on, Barbara found herself leaning against Y/n, her hand casually resting on Y/n’s knee, feeling more at ease than she had in months. The introductions were out of the way, and, surprisingly, everything had gone better than expected. Even Jason, who had a habit of being skeptical about everything, seemed to be warming up to Y/n’s chaotic energy.

Eventually, the family began to disperse. Dick was the first to leave, giving Barbara a quick hug and offering Y/n a friendly salute. Tim followed soon after, muttering something about needing to finish a project, while Jason stayed a bit longer, still intrigued by Y/n’s powers.

As they all left, Y/n turned to Barbara, her smirk softening into something more genuine. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, Mon Cher?”

Barbara smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Y/n’s face. “No, it wasn’t. I think they like you.”

“Even Bruce?” Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

Barbara chuckled softly. “Even Bruce. He’s just… Bruce. Give him time. He’ll come around.”

Y/n grinned, leaning in down to press a soft kiss to Barbara’s lips. “Well, if I can win over Batman, I reckon I can do anything.”

Barbara felt her heart swell, knowing that, despite the rough edges, Y/n fit. Maybe not perfectly, but in the way that only someone like Y/n could—in the way that challenged her, pushed her, but also made her feel alive. She squeezed Y/n’s hand, feeling content, knowing that this—whatever this was—was just the beginning.

And whatever came next, they’d face it together.

Bonus:

The next time Y/n hung out at the manor, it didn’t take long for things to get... interesting.

They were all sitting in the living room. Dick, Tim, and Jason had stuck around after a brief debrief with Bruce, casually lounging while Y/n shuffled her ever-present deck of cards. Barbara sat beside her, relaxed, while the guys were trying — and failing — to follow Y/n’s story about one of her old missions.

“So dere I was,” Y/n said, a mischievous glint in her red eyes, “down in Nawlins, right by da Quarter. I spot dis guy, a real boug crescent, lookin’ like he ‘bout to fricassee up somethin’ nasty.”

Dick blinked, his face a mix of polite confusion. “A… what?”

“Fricassee? Like the dish?” Tim asked, frowning slightly as he tapped on his phone, probably looking up Cajun terms as she spoke.

Jason leaned back, arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow. “Did she just say ‘crescent’? What does that even mean?”

Y/n didn’t miss a beat, casually tossing a card in the air before catching it. “Yeah, y’know, a lowdown varmint. Crescent. Ain’t gotta be a bayou native t’know that, cher.” She threw a playful wink at Jason.

Jason just narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if Y/n was messing with them or if this was actually how she talked. He was leaning toward the former.

Dick shot Barbara a look, completely lost. “Are we supposed to be getting this?”

Barbara chuckled, used to this by now. “She means she was tailing a shady guy who looked like he was up to no good.”

“Ohhh,” Tim said, his face lighting up with realization. “Okay, yeah, that makes sense now. Fricassee, huh.”

Y/n nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Right, so dis boug, he thinks he’s sneaky, right? But I ain’t no couillon, I see ‘im clear as day, tryin’ to lagniappe his way outta da Quarter.”

Jason blinked, leaning forward slightly. “Couil—what? Lag—what did she just say?”

“Couillon,” Barbara translated with a grin, “means idiot. And lagniappe is… like, getting away with something extra.”

Y/n laughed, clearly enjoying watching the three of them struggle to keep up. “Y’all need t’spend more time down south. Get a little Cajun spice in ya.” She winked at Barbara, who smirked back.

Dick shook his head, amused but defeated. “I feel like I’m watching a foreign movie without subtitles.”

Tim nodded in agreement, giving up on trying to translate Y/n’s speech in real time. “Seriously, how do you follow all of that?” He asked, turning to look at the redhead in front of him.

Barbara shrugged, an amused smile playing on her lips. “I guess I just got used to it. After a while, it makes sense.” She glanced at Y/n with fondness in her eyes, while caressing her hand — that was now on her lap— with her thumb. “Plus, half the time I can just tell by the look on her face.”

Y/n grinned proudly. “Told ya I was a good communicator.”

Jason leaned back with a smirk. “You’re somethin’, alright. But if you start throwing out any more of these ‘crescent varmint’ types, I might need a translator app.”

Y/n winked at him. “Aww, don’t worry, Red. I’ll take it easy on ya.”

Dick chuckled, shaking his head. “I think we’re all gonna need Barbara here just to get through half of these stories.”

Barbara smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. Sure, they might not always get Y/n’s colorful phrases, but they were trying, and that meant the world to her. Y/n just had that effect on people, throwing them off balance but winning them over all the same.

“Well,” Y/n said, leaning back with a satisfied grin, “guess I gotta keep y’all on your toes, don’t I?”

[ladytauria]

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. is so jaytim

you’re right nonny it so is

my first impulse was like—the two of them getting accidentally domestic, bc i love characters falling into relationships without realizing it xD

but then this scenario popped in my head & that’s what came out instead~

>> AO3 <<

Jason hasn’t been sleeping well.

His rest is troubled on a good day, and he hasn’t had many over the last week.

Well. It’s not that he’s had bad days, it’s just…

He misses Tim.

It’s stupid, because his bedroom is literally right across from Tim’s, but— It might as well be on the other side of the world.

He wishes they’d never agreed to stay at the manor for the holidays. It’s been miserable. Sure, he and Bruce are setting a record streak for lack of arguments. It’s been fun to hang out with the others, too, outside of the Cave and the mask. But—

Fuck.

The closest he’s gotten to a proper cuddle in a week was movie night, when he sat on the floor just to have an excuse to lean against Tim’s legs.

Jason knows he only has himself to blame. He’s the one who’s not ready to tell the others that they’re dating, even though they’ve damn near moved in together at this point. He just—he’s not ready for the judgment. The lectures, the shovel talks, the—everything. The reminder he’s not really good enough for Tim.

Knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.

Neither do the small, fleeting moments they manage to steal—the kisses they exchange in the lesser used parts of the manor, the brief hugs and touches they can exchange in front of the others. It’s. It’s fucking miserable.

He’s spent the last several nights lying awake, actively restraining himself from sneaking into Tim’s room. He just… He misses being held.

It’s the lack of sleep he’ll blame his slip-up on later, when all is said and done.

Tim’s got some stuff to do in the city today—Jason does too, but not until later—so Jason takes the liberty of making him a coffee and some breakfast to go, since he knows Tim won’t be down until it’s almost time to leave. He gets a couple of raised eyebrows, but, it’s not unusual for him to take the load off of Alfred, so no one actually says anything.

“You said you had plans today, right, Jason?” Dick asks, where he’s sitting at the breakfast table with Steph, Damian, Cass, and Duke. Bruce is standing with Alfred, the butler adjusting his tie like Bruce is twelve, and not forty-something.

“Yeah,” Jason says. “I’ll be gone for a couple hours.” First he has some packages to pick up, and also, every other week, he does story time at the library he used to half-live in as a child.

Tim shuffles in. Jason is glad Bruce will be driving—he looks like a zombie (and Jason would know). It takes him half a moment to spot the travel cup and paper bag sitting by Jason. He beelines over.

“Th’nks,” he mumbles, immediately popping the lid on his cup to take a long drink.

“Cool,” Dick says. “When you get back I was thinking we could break out the board games.”

Alfred finishes with Bruce. “Provided you all remember the rules, I think that sounds like a splendid idea, Master Dick.”

Jason snorts. One of these years they’re going to have all board and card games banned from the Manor.

“Ready to go, Tim?” Bruce asks.

“Sure, Dickie,” he says. “I’d love a chance to kick your ass.” His fingers catch in Tim’s belt loop before he can head to the door. He leans in, thoughtlessly, planting a chaste kiss on Tim’s mouth. “Have a good day, babe.”

Tim hums, smiling softly up at him. “You too.”

Jason almost doesn’t register the silence.

Then—

“What the fuck?” Stephanie breaks it, and Jason is reminded, abruptly, that they’re not alone.

The blood rushes to his face so quickly he’s surprised he doesn’t pass out; his skin ablaze with his embarrassment. “…fuck.”

That’s one way to announce their relationship.

[ 50 types of kisses ]

[edgessunflower]

Special Birthday

For @brideofinfamy

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Damian makes your birthday special from beginning to end

The first thing you notice when waking up is the smell in the air along with the neatly folded laundry across the room and the bouquet of red and pink roses on the nightstand making you smile sweetly as you grab and read the card in front of the vase. Your heart swells reading the inside of the card turning when the bed dips seeing Damian with breakfast thanking him as he presses a kiss to your forehead before eating breakfast together, he places one of your dresses on the bed smiling when you see it's a light pink sundress adorned with cherry blossoms that he had gotten you for your anniversary three months back shaking your head with a small smile as you get ready for whatever the day has in store noticing the small gift back on the table next to a cupcake blowing the candle out as damian records smiling at the small gifts inside before heading out stopping and visiting your families since you had two separate dinners with them for your birthday earlier in the month getting gifts from them before meeting up with your shared friends for a big dinner at a Japanese restaurant having an absolutely wonderful time with everyone. The two of you come home watching a few movies in the living room after opening your gifts and reading cards, you turn to putty when damian starts kissing on your neck as you stand in the shower relaxing at the warm water running down your body moaning at his hands squeezing your body as they roam up and down until he lifted you up after both of you got out drenched head to toe as the kisses grew more sensual and passionate smiling at how tender and sweet he was being after laying you on the bed whispering endearments as he kisses down your body "Siempre tan hermosa especially open and vulnerable like this without fear" him speaking Spanish always made you turn to a puddle of honey but him speaking it while being slow and gentle in intimacy made you swell with warmth as he entangled his hand with your own while kissing your inner thighs. "El amor de mi vida, no one but you" tears slowly brim as the pleasure slowly builds tangling your other hand in his hair opening your closed eyes to see him holding and kissing your palm before towering over you and pushing inside you going at the same slow and sensual pace as before as he places feather light kisses along your neck and face "Eres la luz de mi vida, I love you carino Happy Birthday" the next few minutes are spent holding each other after being cleaned up wrapped in his arms as you sleep waking up to soft warm kisses on your shoulder and him telling you what he said to you in spanish knowing that you always wondered about the things he would say to you and surprising him sweetly after a soft kiss "Te quiero muchísimo" he smiles and chuckles before pulling you into his arms.

[sardonic-sprite]

Part 4 of Dad!Tim AU!

(Thanks for reminding me Q /gen)

(Tw for... idk general shitty stone-age misogyny?)

Part 1

They've had Eira for a month now, and honestly... Bruce was wondering when this would happen

He's very glad that Jason's at home with Tim tonight, because otherwise God only knows what would have happened, but there'd have been a lot more blood, Bruce is sure

Instead it's just him and Damian at the very edge of the city limits when a woman, bleeding and disheveled and bruised, nearly past recognition, sprints close, slows to a stagger, and collapses on her knees before them, one hand reaching out to fist in each of their cloaks as she gasps for breath

But Bruce could never not know those green eyes. The ones his smallest son shares with his

"MOTHER!"

"Talia! What the hell-"

But he doesn't wonder for long. And again, he really should have known it would happen by now

A group of assassins steps out of the shadows, weapons raised and still wet with Talia's blood. She drags herself up, beside Bruce, in front of Damian, and raises her own sword, but Bruce steps in the middle, finding that ice-cold place of fury that he's struggled for half a year now to keep hidden from his children because of how ugly it is

"Stay out of my city," he snarls. He reminds them of the piss-poor but completely binding treaty, that the league is forbidden to cross the city limits

"Except to redress grievances, Detective."

"You wanna talk about *grievances?*"

But the assassin just smirks. He starts pontificating about children and fathers and PROPERTY like its still the damn stone age. Then he starts pushing the idea of claiming ownership, as pointed as his weapon, and says, "The boy Lord Ra's is willing to grant you. But you are now harboring two stolen possessions of the Demon's Head, and he wants his property back."

Talia spits out a string of Arabic, all words Bruce has heard, but never in so... creative an order. Behind them both, Damian stifles something that might be either a sob or a giggle. Or a choking on air.

This is why Bruce is glad Jason is at home

What Bruce wants to say - shout - is that Talia is a WOMAN and Eira is a BABY and they are HUMAN PEOPLE not CATTLE and HOW DARE RA'S--

What he says, moving his hand behind his back to signal Damian to turn on his comm, maximum reciever volume, is that Ra's is not in fact the nearest male relative of woman or child

Talia's nearest man? Its Bruce. Yeah. Do they wanna see the marriage license? Talia smirks next to him, because they've had that thing ready for this exact situation for YEARS

He feels shitty claiming "ownership" but he knows Ra's is the shitty one and Talia knows what Bruce really means.

Damian makes another very odd noise.

Anyway, Eira? Did Ra's forget that Tim is her fucking FATHER? They've got birth records RIGHT NOW stating that she belongs to HIM, proving her legal existence and citizenship and EVERYTHING.

The assassins hesitate. Bruce knows they're searching. He prays. Talia's hand finds his and squeezes. The marriage record is there, one hundred percent legal, witnessed, valid, only kept secret because thats what had suited them for so long.

The birth certificate... all those other documents...

Its clear the assassin is suspicious, but Bruce thanks God for Barbara’s speed, because the assassin can't tell him the records aren't there. Can't even prove they were dashed together by one woman in the space of five minutes

"As you can see," Bruce says, grin downright feral, "They are both within my protection. Come one step closer to my family and it will be Ra's who violates the treaty

And I *will not hesitate* to call the entire Justice League to war."

The assassin scowls.

But they all melt away, conceding defeat.

When they're gone, Talia sways and nearly collapses again, but Bruce and Damian catch her and call for the car

They go home

Part 5

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Bat Family— Star Trek AU💫.

"Captain’s log, Stardate 688 09.9:

4 weeks in the big chair and it still takes me an extra second to remember it’s my final orders the bridge waits on. Today, my chatty science officer even told me “careful, Grayson; even a small leak can sink a great ship”. I told the kid I’d make sure to put it in my log so here it is.

It has been only 6 weeks since the so-called “New Gods” attacked the Federation, and the Long Shadows and its brave, young crew are not just grieving the loss of their captain but one of our world’s finest…;a man whom, despite our rocky history, I saw as a brother. Aboard the Federation’s lead emergency and rescue vessel, our crew is, on a daily, reckoning with the fallout of the final crisis in the Alpha Quadrant and the power vacuum left in its wake. Firefighting aside, our crew is also adapting, rather hurriedly, to the musical chairs in both senior and junior staff.

I began my career on the bridge of this fateful ship and somehow I always find my way back to it. It wasn’t long ago that I was a small, cocky, upstart ensign, masking tragedy with a smile. I was just lucky that my captain saw something he liked in me. “I’ll be head monkey before you know it” I used to tell Bruce and, cruelly, that was closer to the truth than I could have imagined. It’s strange how much of an imposter I feel in his chair— my chair now. Just weeks ago, I was commanding the Big Apple, which gives me more pleasure than I can say but…this— this ship is different; Bruce made it his and to take over as their captain? I should know more than anyone; the show must go on. I’ve spent too much time treating this role as a memorial. It’s time to properly redefine the role as my own. Life’s a carnival and it’s time I take the stage.

My first act as captain was appointing Ens. Wayne as my chief science officer; the very role I served under his father when I was an ensign no older than him. This may raise eyebrows but, while I can’t always excuse the kid’s abrasiveness and pride, I want it on record that I have my full confidence in his abilities. Ens. Wayne is a determined and focused officer whose brilliant thinking has already saved dozens of lives. Any sniff of bigotry regarding his Romulan heritage, on and off this ship, will be dealt with directly by me. And Miss Brown. He’s a diamond in the rough but I expect the rest of my seasoned bridge crew to rub off on him. There’s something written in the stars about a captain and their science officer, and there’s no one on this crew as ready as Damian to begin a new chapter in their story; we’re gonna be a hell of a duo.

I have worked closely with Counselor Brown since she returned to The Shadows from service on the medical vessel Katavi. Miss Brown is inspiringly driven. She’s a practiced medic though an unconventional choice for a counselor but I’m sure she’d take that as a compliment. She has a magnetic charm and a gift for connecting with others, and is a savvy diplomat when she remembers to not to think aloud. She was always prone to the odd risk, especially when lives are on the line in the field, though it’s safe to say that she never runs out of ideas. “If I was gonna play by the book, I’d have never left Earth,” she told me recently. Dr. Pennyworth claims she reminds him of…well, me but I don’t know, I don’t really see it. Perhaps the lines between bravery and recklessness are blurrier than I thought, and maybe every starship needs medics and counselors with Miss Brown’s unyielding dedication to the wellbeing of others.

It’s been a… a pleasure to serve alongside Cmdr. Gordon again, after almost 2 years. Sometimes it is…a lot to share a bridge with someone who’s known you so inti— known you for so long. Especially when tensions are high. Nonetheless, there is no one on this ship I trust more to set me straight if need be. In fact, there may be no one on this ship I trust more. This ship would have never left its dock if we didn’t have Cmdr. Gordon in charge of operations. Barbara’s truly the ship’s 411— if there were two of her, I’d opt to retire the ship’s computer. She’s a born leader; also responsible for the appointment of half of my senior bridge staff and she comfortably takes the big chair when required. We’ve always made a great team, which will mean a few clashes and compromises too. To whoever it may concern, we’ll keep things professional this time, I promise…

Lt. Cmdr. Bertinelli is a stellar security chief and it’s in these uncertain times that her very own Atlas of Organised Crime is consulted significantly, on and off this ship. I’ll admit that the two of us haven’t had the smoothest of working— or personal— relationships in the past but “the past” is all it is. I’m happy to call Helena one of my greatest allies— and friends. It’s been lovely to see someone so solitary find a family on board this ship. I may not always see eye-to-eye with Cmdr. Bertinelli but I have no qualms in saying that she would be a captain by now if Star Fleet tribunal and their rulings against her weren’t riddled with rigid hierarchies and double standards.

My 1st Officer, Lt. Cmdr. Kane, certainly knows how to run a tight ship. She has made it clear that she thinks mine lacks a little discipline and caution. Her security background really shows and we definitely have different styles in leadership but hopefully the Shadows can get the best out of both worlds. In her words; “this ship is facing a different breed of threat and disaster every day, so it needs a different breed of crew”. She’s happy to take the bridge when an away team is needed so she’s probably spent more time in the captain’s chair than I have by now. 

Lt. Cmdr. Montoya was an instrumental player in Star Fleet’s response to the final crisis and she is determined to honour the memory of the late Mr. Sage, whose post she has assumed. She’s a veteran investigator who’s quickly learning the ropes to service aboard a starship and she already sets a high bar on scouting and espionage assignments. Cmdr.s Kane, Montoya and Bertinelli, form a simply excellent criminal investigation team, although I won’t pretend to understand their more personal relationships with each other.

Doctor Pennyworth, as he was before, has been my rock. He’s the heart of this ship, and he does a solid job at keeping its crew alive and well. The Shadows just isn’t the Shadows without him.

It’s no secret how hard Lt. Drake is taking Capt. Wayne’s passing— his regular counselling sessions with Miss Brown too often end in a screaming match in the hallway. For the record, I stand by my decision to give Mr. Drake’s bridge posting to Ens. Wayne and put Mr. Drake in charge of engineering. The Ensign is a real prodigy and needs this show of good faith while Mr. Drake, who has been a brilliant science officer to Capt. Wayne for almost 4 years, deserved the chance to step out of his old captain’s shadow. Nonetheless, our relationship has soured since I, in his words, “kicked him off my bridge” but that is not to say I don’t have the utmost faith in his performance as our new chief engineer.

Lt. Cain has been distant…let me rephrase that— Lt. Cain has been taken to self-isolating since the captain’s passing. Counselor Brown says sometimes she’ll go almost an entire counseling session without saying a word. Funny enough, when I suggested joint sessions with Mr. Drake, the counselor told me to get out of her office. Babs— Cmdr. Gordon, sorry, insists Miss Cain will come around in time; she knows she is among dear friends. She continues to be reliable and cool under pressure at the ship’s helm, adept at assignments in zero-G, and a clinical melee fighter when it’s called for. Yesterday, I suggested that she also head combat training down at security and she smiled, so maybe she will take up that offer.

On a ship so aptly named, it’s hard to forget that old sins cast long shadows. We now reckon with both old foes and threats unforeseen, which place the now vulnerable Federation in jeopardy and expose the cracks in its facade. It’s almost as if the ship herself questions how well we learn from history, and how history will remember us."

[intercoursefluids]

BMFBMLBME Chapter 21

“You have the camera?” Marinette asked, spotting it resting in his hands.

Damian glanced down, making sure it was off before passing it over to her.

“Yes, I was filming a video.” He said, moving to lay down on the bed.

Marinette lifted her arms slightly, lifting the camera in her hands as she hummed. Damian shifted slightly, taking the opportunity to rest his head in her lap, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his forehead against her stomach.

Marinette giggled, setting the camera down beside her to run her fingers through his hair.

Damian sighed, melting into her touch as she started making little braids in his hair.

They hadn’t been allowed any sharp objects in their room, nothing that could cut their hair at least.

Both of them had had no other choice but to grow out their hair. Marinette’s hair had already been decently long, so it hadn’t been that much of an adjustment for her.

Damian on the other hand, had been struggling to keep his hair under control. He’d never had it past his ear before, and now it hung down to just above his shoulders.

He couldn’t say he completely hated it though, Marinette loved to play with it and he liked her hands on him equally as much.

“Merry Christmas.” Damian whispered, his head resting on Marinette’s thigh as she gently wove his hair into numerous little braids.

Marinette didn’t respond, remaining silent as she switched tasks.

She stopped braiding his hair, opting to run her hands over him.

She rubbed his shoulders, tracing the veins in his neck before moving up to his face.

Damain flipped over, rolling onto his back to give her better access to his face as she cupped his cheek.

“Can you set up the camera?” She asked, softly, her thumb stroking across his cheekbone.

Damian nodded, not wanting to move but entirely incapable of telling her no.

He sat up, positioning the camera so it would keep them in frame, even if they moved slightly.

He finished quickly, making sure it was recording before he climbed back onto the bed. He resumed his position on her lap, grabbing her hands and pulling them back to his face as he closed his eyes.

Marinette giggled, resuming her tracing of his features as he basked in her touch.

They stayed silent, neither wanting to interrupt the quiet moment as they rested with each other.

“Damian?” Marinette asked, her voice a whisper as she caressed his face.

“Yes?” He asked, catching one of her hands and pressing a kiss to her palm.

“I need you to promise that you won’t interrupt me.” She said, her voice cracking.

Damian froze, whether it was from her words themselves, the way her voice quivered as she said them, or the tears that dripped onto his face he couldn’t say. Cold fear gripped his heart.

Damian opened his eyes, taking in her tear-filled eyes as she pressed her lips together.

“What?” He asked, immediately shushed by the finger she placed over his lips.

“Please just promise.” She whispered painfully.

Damian nodded, catching hold of her wrist and pulling her hand away. He laced their fingers together, holding on tightly.

“I’m not going to make it out of here.” She started.

Damian sprung up, ready to protest when she silenced him with a sad look, forcing him to remember his promise not to interrupt.

“I know, I know you want us both to make it out of here but I’m sorry; I’m not going to make it, Damian.” She said, pulling him towards her to press her forehead to his.

“I’m dying, Damian.” She told him, her tears blending with his as they dripped onto their hands.

“I’m sick, and I’m not getting better. If things keep going like this, I am going to die.”

Damian shook his head vehemently, desperately trying to deny her of the truth they both knew.

Marinette let go of his hands, reaching up to cup his face with shaky hands.

“I’m going to die, Damian. So I want to tell you, before I can’t anymore.” She said, a sob catching in her throat.

“I love you.” She whispered into the breath of space between them.

Damian felt his heart stop. He felt his heart stop, his blood freeze in his veins in the same breath it took for it to thaw, for his body to regain it’s pulse.

He felt time freeze around them as the world ended and started all over again, right then and there, in the span of three, incredible words.

“I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself.” Marinette whispered, her thumbs stoking his cheeks as tears spilled from her eyes.

“I love the way you always wake up before me, how you make sure to have everything ready for me by the time I get up. I love the way it feels when you hug me. I love the look in your eyes when you wait for me to catch some sly joke you made, and I love the crook in your smile when I finally get the joke.” She said, her voice shaking.

“I love how gentle you are with me, how you are always there no matter what I need. I love listening to you talk about your family. I love the sound of your voice in general really-” She said with a wet laugh.

“I love how warm you are and I love-” She broke off with a hiccup, shaking as she cried.

“I love you, Damian. I love you so so much and I just- I love you so much it hurts sometimes.” She said, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in the crook of his neck. “I wanted to say it, at least once.” She whispered.

Damian was shaking, his arms coming up to wrap around her desperately as tears flowed from his eyes.

Damian squeezed her tightly, trying to meld her to himself as they cried together.

“…Can I speak now?” He asked, his voice small and strained.

Marinette nodded, her head bobbing up and down with the motion.

Damian pulled back, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her desperately.

Marinette let out a small, startled noise that was cut off almost immediately.

He kissed her, over and over again. Whispering his desperate “I love you”s in between each of them.

“I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” He whispered against her lips, his forehead pressed against hers as he sucked in greedy breaths of air.

“I love you, Marinette. I don’t know when it started, I don’t care when either. I love you so goddamned much, Marinette. I don’t know how I lived in a world without you before all of this.” He told her, his voice trembling as he forced the words out.

“I want to take you home, have you meet my family and meet yours. I want to introduce you to my friends and try to win yours over.” He said, pressing kisses along the collum of her neck. “I want to show you off to the world and tell everyone else to cry about it ‘cause I got you. Because you chose me and not someone else.”

“I want to meet your family, ask your dad for his permission. I want to put a beautiful ring on your finger and have a nice home with you.” He proclaimed, pressing a gentle kiss to her left hand.

“I want to get old and wrinkly together and I will be damned if anyone takes our future from us.” Damian told her, kissing her tears away.

“I don’t care what deal I have to strike or what sacrifices I have to make, I am getting you home.” He swore, holding her hands against his forehead.

Marinette let out a sob, her shoulders shaking violently.

Damian let go of one of her hands, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two silver hoops.

He’d never expected them to actually see the light of day, but he couldn’t bare to throw them out.

Two bands, made from some random flimsy wire he’d found during one of his meetings with his mother.

They were his good luck charm, his hope and dreams bent into two matching circles.

Damian slid off the bed, getting on one knee as he stared up at Marinette.

Marinette let out a choked sob, covering her mouth with one hand as Damian captured the other one.

“I had hoped to do this with a better ring, in a much more beautiful place than this.” Damian said, giving her a watery smile.

Damian held up the makeshift ring, presenting it to Marinette.

“Will you marry me?” He asked.

Marinette nodded, forcing out a ‘yes’ through her hiccupping sobs.

Damian slid the ring on her finger, pressing a kiss to it before he stood up, pressing a kiss to her forehead as well.

“When we get out of here, I’ll get you an actual ring.” He said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and climbing into bed beside her. “I can’t wait to marry you for real.” He whispered, wrapping his arms round her in a hug.

Marinette let out a wet laugh, leaning back against Damian as he held her.

“Where’s the other one?” She asked sniffling softly.

“What?” He asked, peering up at her.

“The other ring, I thought I saw two.” She said, snuggling into him.

“Oh.” Damian said, handing her the other ring.

Marinette smiled, taking it and putting it on his finger.

She turned, kissing him softly and returning his hug.

“I love you, Damian.” She whispered.

“I love you, Marinette.” He whispered back, pulling her into his side.

They sat their, cuddled together and basking in their new relationship status when Marinette started giggling.

Damian looked over to her, his curiosity written plainly on his face.

“I told you to set up the camera to catch my confession, not your proposal.” She said, beaming smile in place despite her red eyes and pink cheeks.

Damian looked over to the camera, realizing that it was in fact, still recording.

“…I’ll get it later.” He said, snuggling deeper into her.

Marinette laughed, pushing his hair out of his face.

“It’ll run out of storage. And we should make sure the video is actually saved. I might want to play it at our wedding.” Marinette said with a cheesy smile.

Damian looked up at her, taking in the smile that made his knees go weak.

The smile that could win wars and shatter wills (particularly his).

Damian sighed, sitting up and pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Fine, I’ll get it.” He said with a sigh, pressing another kiss to her lips before he started moving.

“How many times are you planning on kissing me?” Marinette asked with a laugh, a happy blush coating her cheeks.

“As many times as I can. I have months of kisses to catch up on.” He said, grabbing the camera and turning to face Marinette.

“Well, its a good thing you have the rest of a lifetime then.” She said happily, her beautiful smile lighting up the room.

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Could I request an ask on how the batboys (Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian) react to male!reader resorting to drugs after a traumatic event and trying to stop his addiction for them? Like he tries to change for them and even goes as far as to try and tie himself to a chair kind of like the scene from tua with Klaus. (Idk if you do this but I’ve just been thinking about this for a while 😭)

Yes! I do asks along with requests! This is just the first one I have received. I hope this was what you were looking for when sending this ask! CW: Hard Drug use mentioned, a bit of ableism (mostly out of naivety), mental health issues, panic attacks, Reader triggers PTSD.

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Dick Grayson:

Dick doesn't have much personal experience with drug issues, But he's not blind to why someone would feel the need to resort to them. However, he would be very hurt if you thought you couldn't talk to him about your problems. It won't be anger or disappointment, not towards you, but towards himself. He would feel like he failed you in a way. When you tell him you've been trying to stop, he will do everything he can to get you what you need for your recovery. Will be your number 1 supporter. Will also comfort you as much as he can when you do relapse, telling you, 'It's okay, listen to me, look at me,' cupping your face with his hand, his caring blue eyes looking into your teary ones, 'Don't say that, please. You're not back to where you began. That progress wasn't for nothing.'

Jason Todd:

Jason would have a panic attack; he would try to keep it together but couldn't stop his breathing from quicking or the Adrenaline induced by fear. He couldn't; he couldn't lose someone to drugs again; it would break him. Would pull you into a bear hug, his grip almost suffocating, to try and ground himself with tears rushing down his face. When you tell him you're trying to stop, he would also try to help, but more as a guiding hand. He knows it's something you need to do yourself. Will stay up with you all night, holding your hair or loose clothing as you're throwing up. Kissing your forehead for reassurance while you're venting about the things that caused you to start. 'You're not weak for trying to cope with drugs; it's just a part of human nature.', gently holding your hand so you can't scratch yourself. 'Let's focus on how strong you are right now. You realized you didn't want to use them anymore, and you're trying to get better.'

Tim Drake: Tim hasn't had much experience on any side of drug usage. However, he has experience on the mental health side. The feelings of worthlessness, just wanting to escape from your own head. Just wanting everything to be okay, at least for a second. He would do hours of research, analyzing every recovery case, trying to see which helped the most for the most people. It would help you find ways to cope with your mental health problems, so there's less likely a chance of relapse. If you do or something doesn't work, he will get so angry with himself, calling himself stupid, trying to see why it failed, and then doing more research. He would have you get rid of the rest of the drugs when you were ready, having you put the needles or other methods in the correct places. So you can feel that change within yourself, so you can feel more in control. 'I know that was hard, but you did it. I'm so proud of you.' hugging you firmly with his face resting on your neck as you cry, not in sadness but relieve.

Damian Wayne:

Damian, being the youngest, would need more understanding of the situation. 'It's simple!' he yelled, 'Just throw them away and stop using them!? You are in control of yourself; using drugs is just a sign of ill self-control and weakness.' Would throw away your drugs and the method of taking them right then and there. Forcing you to cut cold turkey. At some point, he would vent to Dick about your "Stupidity," and that's who sets the record straight with him. Explaining that isn't how drug addiction works. Dick would get you a medical check-up when Damian told him what happened. Seeing the seriousness, let alone silent boiling anger coming from Dick, would make him realize that he was being an ass. At that point, Damian would isolate himself in his room, disappointed in himself for hurting someone he cared about. He'd sit next to you, a person-size gap between you as guiltlessness fills him. 'I'm..' he paused, trying to find the right words, ' I'm sorry that I did that.' he would continue with eyes still looking towards the ground. 'I didn't understand the severity of the situation; you don't have to forgive me. I just wanted you to know I was sorry for my actions.' After that, he would have his family take care of everything else, and if you let him, he would try to be emotional support.

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The Jason Todd Anomaly

Chapter 4: I’ll Buy Breakfast

Pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

Fandom: Red Hood

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason is curious about Y/N and keeps an eye on her at the gym

Chapter 3, Chapter 2, Chapter 1

This was the fourth day in a row that Jason found himself at the gym with Y/N.  He had moved his training time, wanting to keep an eye on her and what exactly she was doing at his gym everyday.  He suspected she might be that idiot masquerading as a vigilante but so far she wasn't giving any tells.  He was off training by himself, lifting weights, using the speed bag, but still watching as Y/N trained with Marco.  Once she was coming to use the weights he would bounce, not wanting to actually talk to her.  He couldn't figure her out all the way.  He had looked her up, she wasn't anything super special, she was born in Gotham, lived in a decent neighborhood, was in college before everything went to shit.  Now she worked at the GCPD as a record keeper and the chief's assistant, and trained a lot.  Other than that he couldn't find anything about her that was suspicious.  His next step was to go to her apartment, search around and see what he could find.

But for now, he was working the speed bag while Y/N stretched in the ring, waiting for Marco.  When he came out of his office he called out to Jason, walking beside the ring, his arm in a sling.  Jason walked over, already not liking this.  Y/N looked between the men, standing straight up again.

"Can you get in there and help out Y/N today?  Obviously I can't hold the pads for drills and since I got shot I need to go to the police station and fill out paperwork," he said.  Jason scowled a little but Marco just stared at him expectantly.  Jason finally grunted and nodded, clearly annoyed but he couldn't argue with Marco.  The man had been around forever and he respected the man, so he climbed into the ring.  "Thanks man, I'll be back in awhile, lock up when you guys leave."  He headed out the door and Jason grabbed the pads.

"You all ready to start?" he asked, sounding bored.  Y/N nodded and put on her gloves as Jason held up the pads for crossover drills, left, right, duck, just like Marco had showed him.  "So why are you here all the time?"

"I...got mugged...cut pretty bad...wanted to...protect myself..." she answered, throwing her punches as she went.  She stopped for just a moment, showing him a scar along her bicep.  "Took 150 stitches and a lot of rehab to get me going again."  Jason nodded.

"I have one like that" he said, turning his calf to show her a scar that looked similar to hers.  "150 stitches as well."  He held up the pads again for her to keep running drills.  "Do you live here or the safe zone?"  He didn't know why he was making conversation with her.  He knew all this, he could just do this in silence, but he was curious, maybe she would drop some information for him, give him a sign of her being Anomaly.

"I live in the Safe Zone, this just happens to be the only gym I like, we only have the GCPD gym and it sucks" she said.   "What about you?  You still live in the Wayne building?" He shook his head.  "Why not?  Its in Two Faces territory but I'm sure you guys could afford to pay his tolls."

"None of us live there, or want to live there.  I don't know about the others but I don't personally like living where Bruce supposedly raised us" he said.  He tossed the pads and put on some gear to do some sparring.  Y/N wiped her head with a towel, taking a sip of water.  She was watching him curiously.

"Supposedly raised you?  Didn't he adopt you?" she asked.  He nodded slowly before shrugging.

"I was the second kid, and a troublemaker on top of that.  Dick was the one who listened, Tim was always quiet, stayed out of the way, and Damian was Bruce's actual kid and an absolute fucking troll.  Plus, Bruce is not a great dad, I think he only adopted us for the clout" he said.  Y/N cocked her head to the side as he got into position.  She seemed to decide against saying anything and they started sparring.  She was good, using her weight and muscle to slow down his speed.  They sparred pretty hard for awhile before sitting and removing the headgear.  Y/N took a drink before tossing Jason her water.  He drank and splashed some on his hair.

"So sounds like you rejected that silver spoon life" she said.  "Privilege not your thing?"  He shrugged.

"I wanted to be more than just some rich guys charity case" he said.  "He wanted us to be little soldiers of good, show off how great he was, I couldn't do that."  He rubbed a hand through his hair.  This was all true, he just left out the fact that Bruce did train them to be good little soldiers.  Jason just wasn't a good man.  "What about you?  You got mugged, decided to train up to be what?"

"I just was tired of being afraid, tired of people bullying me" she said.  "I mean, you've noticed I am not stereotypical in my appearance, I've always been bullied and I'm just, so tired of it.  So I won't be bullied again, not by kids at school, and not by random muggers trying to steal my wallet."  She looked over at Jason.  "Are you hungry?"

"Um, ya actually," he said.  She nodded and stood, offering him her hand.  He took it and stood, starting to untape his hands.  "We could go to the diner?  Meet at the door in 20 minutes?"  She nodded and headed to the locker room.

Jason waited for a minute at the door, now dressed in his jeans and white tshirt, leather jacket over his arm as he checked him phone.  He glanced up when Y/N came out of the locker room, dressed in jeans and long sleeved shirt, her hair down and flowing down to just below her chest.   He couldn't lie, she was pretty, very pretty.  And...what was he thinking?  He shook himself and pushed open the door for her.

"Thanks, um I'm buying breakfast," she said, heading out the door.  She waited for Jason to lock up, watching him slide on the leather jacket.  Damn, he was annoying but he was also super hot, and for a second she imagined what it would be like to have those arms around her but then she dropped the thought.  He finished locking up and motioned for her to continue.

"I'm the one with the neverending money stream, I'll buy breakfast," he said.  She shrugged and nodded.  Sure, let the rich kid pick up breakfast.  She didn't know  where this seeming friendly rapport was coming from, they had been at each others throats just last week, but she didn't hate it.  He was a pretty good trainer and when she talked he actually seemed to listen to her.  She heard his phone go off and he answered, frowning and hanging up rather quick.

"Everything ok?" she asked.  He quickly put a mask of content on his face and nodded.

"Ya, I think it was a wrong number, no one was there" he said.  She knew he was lying but who was she to question him?  If he wanted to keep something private she would let him.  "Anyway, why didn't you just leave Gotham?  I know there's ways to get out of the city."

"I grew up here, I mean, we all saw Batman and now the Robins, they make everyone think they can be safe here.  Although the only one who seems to actually to have done anything is Red Hood, if I was going to pick any of them I would probably put him in charge," she said.  Red Hood was annoying when he was getting in her way but in the grand scheme of things he was the one actually making a permanent change, not just putting a bandaid on the situation in the city.  She looked at Jason and saw he looked surprised as he held the diner door open for her.   "What?"

"Red Hood?  You think Red Hood is the one that should be running the place?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise.  No one actually liked Red Hood, they were either scared of him or thought he was a loose canon that needed taken down.

"He actually makes change, and good changes.  I mean, everyone here is fed, there are supplies, really low crime even compared to the safe zone, and he actually is gaining territory" she said.  "He's doing something right." Jason smiled a little bit as they sat down and were brought coffee.   "Now...you said you were buying right?"  He nodded.  "Awesome."

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1Up Tee Has Smoke For Non-Believers In Latest Track And New Music Video For “Zoned Out”

1Up Tee is the kind of rapper that walks his talk. In his newest single, “Zoned Out,” the westside Detroit native gives listeners a glimpse into his past and shows his haters how far he’s come in the rap game. From juggling big dreams to juggling racks and countless lovers, bars like “I can’t go back to being sad an exhausted,” and “I was that kid that never talked, look how I turned out,” demonstrate Tee’s determination to make it to the top. In the single’s accompanying video, Tee puts his swag on full display as he spits his licks surrounded by expensive merchandise and large bags of za. Sandwiched between the head bobbing beat (produced by ENRGY) and raunchy lyrics, Tee touches on lessons he’s learned along the way and his adaptability: “could have never played the game because my heart was in it, now when people do me wrong s**t, I hardly feel it,” “all this s**t that n****s said that they can’t do, I’ll do it.” Needless to say 1Up Tee isn’t giving up on himself or letting anything stop him from following in the footsteps of local legends before him. 

A Smoker's Club Records release, “Zoned Out” is the latest step in 1Up Tee’s impressive rise over the last few months and follows recent singles “Click,” a collaboration with rising artist Star Bandz, “Butt Naked”, “Young N***s,” featuring a video by No More Heroes, and “Accountability Pt. 2,” the sequel to his breakout hit, which inspired a memorable, ASL-interpreted From The Block performance. 

Inspired by local rappers Babyface Ray and Payroll Giovanni, Tee started rapping when he was a teenager, writing about the things he observed in his hometown, and eventually teaming up with close friend D Hen 1UP to release the mixtape Y.N.A. in 2022. 1Up Tee capitalized on his hometown momentum with the single "Accountability," released in 2022, framed as a conversation between two sides of himself–one side lamenting his lack of success so far, and the other side telling him to shape up and get to work. Late last year, Tee's profile began to cross out of the Great Lakes region and make waves nationwide: the catalyst was "Good Karma (Freestyle)," an examination about why bad things happen to real ones, which became a viral On The Radar performance and generated over 4 million on-demand streams. He kept the karma going with January's "Lose Lose," which earned attention from Pitchfork, racking up over 1.8 million streams in its first six weeks. His recent inclusion on Spotify’s Fresh Finds Hip Hop playlist and a significant uptick in TikTok followers highlight his growing influence.

With influential tastemakers like Pitchfork, On The Radar, and Spotify's Fresh Finds in his corner, along with strong co-signs from from Meek Mill, athletes like Damian Lillard and Marshawn Lynch, and fellow Detroiters including Babyface Ray, Dej Loaf, and BabyTron, 1Up Tee is ready to become the next rapper from the Motor City to become a breakout star. Stay tuned for much more.

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Okay, this is the first chapter of my figure collecting series…

(Chapter One)

So,👏

I have a lot to cover here, so let’s get this right out of the way. Obviously, I’m a noob, a junior collector, if you will (idk if that’s a thing but I’m gonna keep it, I’m probably gonna call this series my Junior Collector’s Guide, idk).

I have made a hashtag #Junior Collector’s Guide so this series will be easier to find.

With that in mind, know that I do have help.

My Mimi likes to collect glass figurines and other fragile objects. She helped me pick out a case, and I’ll make a chapter for that experience later.

My two grandpas are of help as well. My Dad’s Dad collects records and my Mom’s Dad is just a big-ass nerd for anime and superhero stuff. He doesn’t collect, but he understands figures and dolls.

My uncle, who I like to call Uncle D, is the biggest help in all this. He collects figures and knows the Collecting World pretty well. That means he knows where to look.

I didn’t seek his assistance in the beginning, because I forgot he buys this stuff. Oops.

But hey, now I remember and have been seeking his advice!

With that in mind, this story I’m about to tell is from my experience as a beginner who didn’t and still doesn’t know shit. But hey, we all start somewhere.

This is an ongoing quest of mine, specifically for this one figure.

Forget the mermaid figures for a bit, because that is a bigger project.

My big quest right now is to find a Damian Wayne Robin Figure in the wild.

Now, you would think this would be easy, but NOPE!

You all probably know this fact, but I’m gonna say it anyway, there aren’t a lot of Damian Figures out there. There are a few, but the sculpts are a mixed bag. Here are a few screenshots:

The best figures that I can find are Mcfarlane brand figures. Most of them look and feel like him. But the vampire one isn’t my vibe, I’ll be honest. The face sculpt is a bit weird to me.

But there are a couple others that I like. Like the Unmasked Robin, the Multiverse Rebirth Robin, and the DC Multiverse Robin.

The rest either look like Tim or someone else.

The big problem is that I am impatient and don’t want to wait a week or more to get a figure unless I have to.

So, I looked up where I can find Multiverse Robins, and found that BestBuy sells them!

I took that as a sign, and after a loooong day of work, I drove out to the closest BestBuy in search of my son. I eventually found the toy section, but it was ransacked. However, I kept making circles around the section, hoping to find him hidden somewhere.

I eventually found this fully gray figure after the third or fourth lap around. I looked at the box and saw it was the Robin that I was after! But, it was not in color at all.

I was like, “Ummmm, why is it all gray, am I gonna have to paint it?! I don’t want to paint figures!” I then noticed this little badge on the box.

I was like, “Wtf? Is this figure rare or something?” Then a retailer walked by and asked if I needed anything. I asked what this Platinum Edition meant, and he googled it and found this:

This article was written in 2020, it’s 2024. So, I was kinda shocked that I found this in the wild. It wasn’t in color, but I wanted it and I was ready to pay $20 or thirty, heck, forty. I was ready to pay up.

I get up to the counter to pay, and the cashier said that since it was in Clearance, it was $8.

Eight. Bucks.

Holy shit! This was the cheapest Robin I had ever come across to this day!

As I’m writing this, I have bought more Robins that I’m gonna show later, but they were all $20, $15, or $50! This guy was eight. What a steal!

I’m still reeling, I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling the rush. I felt transported to when I bought Monster High Dolls back in Gen One.

So, I went home with a skip in my step and showed my folks.

My uncle later told me that Mcfarlane has some great figures. He also said that BestBuy and GameStop are great places to find/collect stuff for decent prices. Which is good to know.

I still wanted a colored Robin, so I searched seven stores a few days later and could find a single Robin. I had the only Robin in that entire tristate area. Like, the fuck?!

Anyways, I gave up and just bought the rest online.

So, in the end, I ended up doing both things.

I’m well aware that opening the box makes the value drop. But I want to hold what I buy. It might be a rare figure, but he was a lucky find either way, and he deserves to be out of the box. I still have said box and it’s in good condition. Pinky promise.

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reasons pt 3

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my friend from school” I said, going to the monitor and printing out his file and sticking it in a folder before going to the display case with my suit in it.

“Okay crazy idea” Damian said

“We’re listening” Tim said smiling at our brother

“Well if Dani knows him then we can set up a trap and convince him to come back here. I’ll train him and when we all think he’s ready we can send him out on patrol with one of us” Damian said reading his file again

“He has a record of stealing parts off of cars. What if we used dad’s BatMobile for bait?” Tim said thinking out loud.

“I’ll go. Jason goes when a pretty lady calls. Keys” I said and Damian tossed me the keys from the display

“Be careful” Damian and Tim say together.

I suit up quickly and take the elevator down to the Bat garage. I get in the BatMobile and drive into the part of Gotham Jason usually gets picked up in and park in an alley and get out. I fixed my mask a little and walked down the alley out of view and waited in the dark watching the car.

I spent a solid 20 minutes waiting before the exact person I was waiting for made an appearance. I watched Jason look at the car and then behind him for a second as if he was contemplating doing it. 

“Fuck it” He said before squatting down and starting to fumble with the rims.

I stood from my spot and crept over to him silently.

“Stealing from Batman? Really?” I said scaring him

“No, I… I was just-”  he started

“It’s okay and I’ll let you off as long as you do me a favor” I said happy he hasn’t recognized me yet

“Um, Why?” He asked

“I assume you know Bruce Wayne?” I asked 

“Who doesn’t?” He asked rhetorically

“Bruce Wayne has an offer to make with you. But you have to come with me” I said

He looked skeptical for a second before fixing whatever he did to the wheel and standing up. I looked at him more closely and that’s when I noted the bruises on his face and the tired expression he wore like it was normal for him. I knew right then and there he was in more need of my help than I knew.

“Get in and don’t touch anything” I said getting in at the same time he did

Jason got in the car and I drove off quickly. Not signaling my turn out of the alley I jump into traffic and weave my way around the other cars till I reach the secret road down to the Garage.

“Who are you?” He asked, staring me down, Hard.

“I don’t have a name yet but I think you know me by a different one anyways” I said looking at him briefly.

“Your voice sounds so familiar and I want to be wrong but I don’t think I am” he said looking at me really concentrating on my face as I drove.

  “You’ll find out soon enough. Now be quiet for a second” I said before dialing Tim on the coms

“Batmobile, Are we in the presence of our guest?” Tim asked, being discreet without saying my name.

“He’s here and we’re on our way back, you two better be suited up when I get there” I said sternly so Tim would listen

“Way ahead of you isn’t that right Robin?” Tim asked

“Alright, alright I get it Red. I’m pulling in now, I said as I got a little closer to the house to the point where you could see the outline of it before I took the tunnel in.

“Wait this is-” 

“Wayne Manor, yeah” I said as I put the car in park and got out.

Jason got out and followed me to the elevator and we went up to the cave and walked towards the boys who were watching a news report on the screen.

“Red Robin, Robin meet Jason Todd” I said getting their attention

Tim was the first to reach out and shake his hand, Damian sent him a salute instead 

“So do we tell him who we are now or do we wait?” Damian asked

I took my mask off and unzipped my suit so I was wearing my skinny jeans and tank top again while the three boys just stared at each other confused. I put my suit back in its case.

“Flannel” I said

Damian tossed me the shirt and I threw it on before walking past Jason, Tim and Damian and sit in the chair to look at the news

“Jason, welcome to the Bat Family. This is the Bat Cave” I said turning to face them

Jason looked at me and turned bright red.

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Whumptober 2022

Day 12! Took me like two weeks to start crossposting again, which I think is a personal record. Go me! 

TW for blood 

at all costs

Damian probably should have informed someone that he was following a lead. But he has a tracker in his suit and he is fully capable of defending himself. Richard and Father will probably chastise him when he returns, but for now, it is only a small mission, one he could perform half asleep.

Damian has taken the photographs he needed and met the informant who gave him the lead in the first place, so he supposes he can’t put off the inevitable dressing down. He knows Richard won’t treat him like an idiot, an incapable child, but Father is a different story.

He might be banned from patrol for this. If he is, he will simply use the time to solve some more cases through vigorous detective work. Perhaps he will focus on the drug smugglers Todd brought to their attention.

Damian’s mind works through what he knows of the case as he returns home, taking familiar paths across Gotham’s rooftops. Sometimes, thought he’d never tell Father, Damian misses the days when it was just him, Richard and Brown, defeating criminals and going on outings. They still occasionally do activities and Damian goes along with them, although he will never say karaoke is his favourite event.

(it is his favourite. they have a standard booking at the same place every two weeks)

Hm. He will have to look around the eastern docks. The western docks are Sionis territory, so these new smugglers must be operating out of there, he decides.

Damian debates surveilling the docks now, but he remembers in time that Cain and Drake are coordinating a sting there. He’d have to work with Drake if he went now, and the two of them have it well in hand.

Homeward bound it is. At least, that is Damian’s plan before a group of League assassins melt out of the shadows around him. They’re good, he didn’t even notice them following him. He also recognises them- his grandfather’s handpicked assassins, his inner circle, loyal to him above all others. Even if Mother attempted to sway them from attacking Damian, she would be unsuccessful.

One assassin, Amir, if Damian recalls correctly, steps forward. Grandfather’s favoured lieutenant.

“Ibn al Xu’ffasch. The Demon’s Head recalls you.” Amir states formally and Damian scowls. If his grandfather thinks he is coming back to him, he must be going senile in his old age.

“We have been instructed to bring you in at all costs.” Amir adds. At all costs…. Grandfather would use the Lazarus Pit to resurrect Damian if one of his assassins killed him. “All costs” include Damian’s life.

He really should have informed someone where he was going. Damian subtly presses a button on his gauntlet that will send a Mayday signal to Richard, and readies himself for a fight.

Amir sees the moment Damian prepares to fight and reacts as quickly as expected. Damian barely gets his sword up in time, realising that he is woefully outmatched. Amir was always a challenge to fight back home, and now there are twelve other assassins supporting him.

Damian blocks another blow from Amir and ducks under a slash from behind. Rania, he thinks, and then chides himself for getting distracted during a fight.

He manages to stay uninjured for four minutes, before someone finally draws blood. It’s a bad hit too, a long, deep cut down Damian’s forearm. Worse still, it’s his dominant hand, and although he’s been trained to fight ambidextrously, it’s still a hinderance.

He knows Richard will be making his way here as fast as possible but a fight can go wrong in a split second and he’s not sure he has the time to wait.

He manages to knock one assassin unconscious and get another out of the fight via their Achilles tendon meeting his sword. That still leaves ten and Amir, and they’ve only been fighting for six minutes. Richard is patrolling the Bowery tonight, at least ten minutes from Damian’s location.

He fights on.

Damian receives another blow, a jagged slice across his abdomen. It makes it difficult to bend and move, vital components of his fighting style. His arm is still bleeding, making the hilt of his sword slip in his hands.

He finds himself on the ground a few moments later, stars sparking in his vision. Amir looms over him, about to knock him out, when a black and blue shadow kicks him in the side of the head. Richard has perfect timing, as usual.

Amir falls and Richard lands in front of Damian, guarding him from the other assassins. A gun fires somewhere to Damian’s left and he realises Todd has come too.

It’s a thing of beauty to watch Richard fight, Damian thinks. He disarms Rania first, as she attempts to split him open. A short crackle of electricity and she slumps to the ground beside Amir.

Todd is fighting deeper in the alley way, while Richard stands over Damian’s prone self. His vision is blurry now, and he’s shivering, signs of blood loss.

Two assassins swarm Richard and a graceful flip gives him the room to lash out with his escrima. One catches the man on the side of the head and a low whine sounds as the stick discharges. The woman is wielding twin daggers, and Richard easily catches the daggers with his escrima.

A quick twist and she is disarmed. She uses a nearby bin to gain height, trying to get her legs around Richard’s neck to drag him to the ground. He bends backward, leaning into the throw, and shrugs her off. She hits the ground and he’s instantly on her, sure hands finding her pressure points and sending her to sleep.

Todd’s guns have stopped now and Richard is facing the last assassin. Damian should be embarrassed that his brothers have defeated his enemies in ten minutes, while it took him six to disarm two of them, but he’s not. He’s grateful they are there, and strangely proud of their skills.

Todd is League trained too, and Richard has League influences from Father’s fighting style, but they both have flair of their own. It’s evident to see as Richard executes a flawless spinning kick, dealing with the last assassin easily.

“All good, Red?” He asks and Todd calls back an affirmative. Richard kneels down beside Damian and carefully inspects his wounds, pulling some bandages from his belt to stem the bleeding.

“The assassins?” Damian asks weakly, needing to know.

Dick smiles tightly at him as he presses down on the bandages.

“Hood’s dealing with them.” He says quietly and Damian nods, leaning back against the brick. Richard is much more flexible than Father, although he doesn’t kill. But his Grandfather’s assassins would’ve have kept coming until they dragged Damian back to Nanda Parbat. Todd’s solution is. Permanent.

“You’re in for it when you’re healed, Baby Bat. You could’ve mentioned where you were going!” Richard scolds gently and Damian sniffs.

“My mission was perfectly successful. I was merely interrrupted.” He responds and Richard laughs.

“Hear that, Hood? He was interrupted.” He says and Todd barks out a laugh, coming into the light beside Richard. There’s blood spattered across both of their uniforms, and perhaps Damian should be repulsed. But they are his brothers, and he’s certainly been covered in more blood than this.

He’s not repulsed. He feels safe. It’s probably strange, but Damian doesn’t care. His brothers keep him safe. That’s all he needs to know.