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miraculouspenta · 4 years ago

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Different Limits

Original Idea by @jinx-jade

Thanks to @moonlitceleste for beta reading :D

'What have I done,' Damian thought. Dick was lying on the floor with an arm that was clearly broken. He had surprised Damian with a hug from behind, triggering his instinct to attack. Damian had reacted by twisting his arm, resulting with Dick being on the floor. Jason entered the door when he heard Dick’s shriek of pain. "WHAT THE F*CK, DAMIAN!" he shouted when he saw Dick. His whole family had scolded him, Bruce had benched him for a whole two months, and Alfred had given him a disappointed stare.

Damian couldn't stand it. Not anymore.

He snapped.

He had tried, he really had.

But it was never enough.

As the heir to the Demon's Head, attacking at unknown touch has been burned into him. Touch had always meant danger. It was second nature to him now. Unfortunately, his family did not know nor do they understand. Two years of constant reminders that he had done terrible things. Two years of constant reminders that he was merely a killing machine. Two years of greater expectations, both in standard and amount. He had enough.

Damian said goodbye to his pets and ran.

After a good hour of running, he dropped into an alley and cried.

In his vulnerable state, he didn't see a man creep up. A man holding a gun. The unknown adult was planning to kidnap the boy, but as soon as his hands reached Damian, he reacted. He flipped the man over his shoulder like what he did to Dick earlier. But in his state, it didn't affect much. The man pulled out a knife and stabbed him in his side. It ended the fight.

The kidnapper ended up running away, leaving a heavily injured Damian to slowly watch the world as his vision turned black.

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Marinette, who had just finished some business with Superman, decided to take a walk in Gotham before going home. Along the way, she spotted a boy covered in blood as she crossed an alleyway. He was already unconscious, and Marinette knew she couldn't just leave him there. So she opened a portal and went through it and carried the boy in her hands. She laid him down in her spare room and left to get her medical supplies.

Approximately six hours later, the boy woke up. His eyes scanned the room as he tried to up and leave. Limping, he tried to head to the window. "Hi sweetie, you need to calm down," Marinette’s soft voice said as she walked slowly to the boy., "You should be resting; moving might agitate your injuries." The boy just stared at her. Marinette stood up slowly and walked over. "May I?" she asked, reaching for his hand. When he nodded, she carefully took his hand and led him to the bed. Once there, she helped Damian into a comfortable position. "Do you have anyone you can call?" she questioned. When he didn't answer, she simply nodded her head and asked him what he would like to eat.

Damian ended up staying for three weeks because Marinette refused to let him leave until he was fully healed. The twelve year old grew closer to the woman. Once healed, he confessed that he has nowhere to stay. Marinette took the information in stride and told him he was more than welcome to stay with her. And stay he did.

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Living with Marinette was incredible. Unlike his grandfather and his father, she didn't place any expectations on him. At one point, he slipped and called her mom. Damian had froze after he said that, scared of how she would react. It ended up with Marinette asking him whether or not he would mind her adopting him. Damian happily agreed and they soon got the paperwork done. (Chloe is conveniently Marinette’s lawyer). Damian wore the Dupain-Cheng name with pride. As Grand Guardian, Marinette took it upon herself to teach Damian magic. Starting with glamour, they covered the basics of magic.

Two weeks after the adoption, while reading the daily news, Damian came across an article on the front page.

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The Daily Planet

BREAKING NEWS!!

Not more than six weeks ago, twelve year old Damian Wayne was reported missing. The only biological child of Bruce Wayne was suspected to have ran away for an unknown reason. He was last seen running to his room before he left. “Maybe I was a little too harsh,” Bruce Wayne admitted, “But this isn’t the first time I had to ground him because he wasn’t able to control his strength.” The young boy had somehow managed to flip Richard John Grayson, Bruce Wayne’s eldest, when he had surprised him with a hug. “Damian and I may not get along, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care,” Tim Drake, co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises said.

Damian Wayne is a tan boy with dark hair and striking green eyes. He weighs around 90 lbs at 4’9 ft tall. Currently, he is twelve years old. Multiple search parties have been launched. I myself know Damian personally from all the times he has visited my son. If you find the boy, please contact xx-xxx-xxx-xxx and we will get to you as soon as possible.

- Clark Kent

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After reading, Damian had a breakdown. Marinette rushed in when she heard the sobs of her child. She didn’t say anything and instead she approached slowly wrapping him in her arms. She let him cry as she rubbed his back and once he calmed down, he told her his story and why he left.

“All these new expectations were just overwhelming,” he said, “‘No killing’, ‘justice not vengeance’—it’s like they were expecting me to turn back. I never wanted to hurt them, but it’s something that is a reflex now. It’s not easy to let go of a habit.” Marinette was silent throughout his whole rant. She knew how terrible Ra’s and Talia were but that didn’t make it better. She knew the Batman could be cold, but the fact that he didn’t listen and try to understand infuriated her.

“Ra’s and Talia should know not to mess with me, but if I ever see your father I can and will punch him,” she growled. Damian smiled as he nuzzled into his mother’s chest.

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Three years passed. Damian and Marinette’s bond grew stronger while the search parties grew hopeless. The Justice League was also involved; so were the Titans and the Young Justice. They concluded that Damian was either dead or hiding really well. The former option was discarded when Zatara and Zatanna had almost managed to track him, but unfortunately the spell suddenly shattered when it was nearing.

Desperate, the batfamily decided to reach out to the Grand Guardian of the Miraculous. Imagine their surprise when they saw Damian on their way to her house. When they ran to him, Damian, now fifteen, went into an alley and disappeared. They rushed to Marinette’s house and knocked. They heard hard breathing and a gentle voice trying to calm the other party down. Leaning towards the door, Dick found that it was unlocked and tumbled in.

What they saw was Damian kneeling on the floor crying in the middle of a breakdown and Marinette trying to soothe him. “Out,” Marinette glared. The boys obeyed and waited anxiously. The person that they had been searching for was under the protection of the Guardian all this time. It made sense why even both Zatara and Zatanna couldn’t track him down.

An hour later, Marinette opened the door telling them to come in and wait. She took some water and placed them on her coffee table saying that Damian was taking a shower. As soon as she sat down the boys began to fire questions. They stopped after a good fifteen minutes and noticing that Marinette wasn’t saying anything. “I know why Damian ran away, yes, but it is not my place to say. I can ask him later, and I will not say anything without his permission. But I will say this,” Marinette said, voice colder than ice, “You f*cked up.” Marinette stood up to check on Damian. “By the way,” she stopped for a moment, “I adopted him three years ago.”

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Damian ended up being the one to tell them everything. Everything from why he ran away to why he decided to stay. The Waynes felt bad; they hadn’t even bothered thinking about his perspective. Looking back, Jason and Bruce realized what Damian had said about the League was true. “I’m- We’re sorry Damian,” Dick apologized. “Are you willing to come back?”

“No,” he said. The Waynes were visibly saddened.

“But I am willing to start over.”

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I had tons of fun writing this fic, hope you guys like it

~Leen

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bitch-its-me-alv · 4 years ago

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You can’t touch what’s mine, bitch

(Part two of He is mine, bitches)

Damian was very proud of himself. He got a very hot and sweet boyfriend 13 months ago, managed to keep that boyfriend more than happy, and had managed to hide the existence of marin from his family for 14 months.

He had no idea how an alleged family of detectives and vigilantes hadn't even noticed that their youngest member was in a relationship. And that he spent less and less time with them and more with Marin. He was severely disappointed in his family, although he never said it out loud, he thought they would make better opponents.

In Marin's apartment he even had his own closet where he had his clothes, the only reason Damian kept coming back to the Mansion was because of appearances and his precious pets.

But he knew he couldn't go on like this forever. he wanted to introduce his family to Marin, to see how damn perfect he was, his photographs around the world, his point of view so different from the others, the way he sang for Damian even when he was in another room… Well maybe if he kept to himself how weak he was for his boyfriend everything would be fine.

With a good contact on the dark web, he got a protector on his cell phone, and so there were more than two thousand photos with Marin. They on their first date, in the bathroom mirror, at gotham school, in the classrooms, in the cafes, in bed. Their chat seemed like they were talking for years, full of memes that Damian didn't understand at first, and memes with their own faces.

He take all possible measures, but never anticipated that Marin would get sick from some kind of virus, forcing him to stay in bed, well, Damian actually forced him after Marin almost fell down the stairs at school.

So when he informed his father that he would take a break from patrols until further notice, he turned on all the Wayne family alarms.

Little Demon Spawn wouldn't use patrols as an excuse to hit people? Would he pass up the opportunity to take his katana out of its case? Who had he killed? Oh my god, would he be doing drugs? Maybe that would explain the little bruises on his neck and wrist.

“Oh for all the bats, Bats, what are you going to do? your only son of blood became a drug addict!”Dick very concerned about his little brother's safety “Tim, hack his cell phone, look it up in the network of cameras in the city, we can't leave it like that!”

“Calm down, boy wonder. It is clear that he killed someone and he is not using drugs.”Jason tried to appease his brother in his mother hen way.

"Well, he's hiding something big, someone has been removing images from cameras for over six months, and Damian coincidentally never sees himself in them, not even at school.”Tim didn't want to alarm anyone, but the fact that he hadn't found evidence of his little brother in the last six months in the city was certainly a big concern.

Had he been going back to his habits from the prince of assassins?

Everyone looked at Bruce, waiting for his words. “We will follow him just to make sure he is safe, whatever his secret he will tell us sooner or later.”

(They didn't know it was more later than sooner)

Nightwing, Red hood, Red robin, and Batman followed the low trail Damian left when he left the mansion. Unaware of the luck they had, of Damian being in a discussion on the phone with Bourgeois, to distracted to know he was being followed.

They stopped on the roof opposite the minimarket that Damian entered. With tim setting up the microphone to understand what Damian was saying. Another red flag was that he could not hack his cell phone.

"There is no need for threats Bourgeois, I understand the delicacy of the situation, and I am fully prepared to waste a couple of days on the cause."

No one in the family harbored hope at this point.

After hearing Bourgeois rant about the importance of his best friend's health, Damian continued navigating the soda aisle, he would never understand why Marin insisted that Dr.Pepper was the best of drinks when Mountain-Dew was clearly superior.

"To prevent him from trying to escape I had to chain him to bed, his insistence on continuing with his final project is very irritating, I am grateful that he can hardly speak at this point, or else his voice would be ringing throughout the department."

The whole Bat family was shocked and disappointed, Damian was holding a hostage somewhere horrible, and he was working with someone else.

At leaving the store, the vigilantes dispersed, all decided to find Damian's hostage, then they could deal with Demon Spawn. They were a little scared of what Damian could have bought in a simple minimarket to use as torture.

From Damian's phone, Chloe gave up with her hateful act and said goodbye to her best friend's boyfriend. "Just make sure he recovers properly, it is very rare that he gets sick, no matter what country or climate Marin was in, he almost never contracted any disease."

"I am conscious chloe, we both know that if there is someone Marin surrenders for, it will be me. I will inform you of any change in his condition."

He hung up the call as he entered his apartment building. His call with chloe lasted his entire journey on the street, luckily he was about to spend all his time with his soft and muscular boyfriend.

Meanwhile, on the rooftops around, the watchers waited for a more appropriate place for torture, but with their beloved Demon Spawn they never knew. Tim pulled out the binoculars so he could see through the walls of the building, looking for the poor soul that Damian held captive.

What they did not expect was for Damian to reach the top floor of the building, taking off his coat and shoes as he entered. The apartment very well furnished and full of life, as if someone actually lived there.

Batman was about to fly straight to the biggest window in the apartment, when what Tim saw made him fall backwards. Bats snatched the binoculars away from him before anyone else could.

"Bats you really don't want to see what's going on there, you wish you could forget it!" All the boys went crazy trying to get Tim to tell them what he had seen.

Inside the apartment, Marin was chained from his right hand to the head of his bed, his mystical blue eyes reddened at the corners, his body rendered by the dark green sheets that Damian had insisted on buying or would not sleep in bed. Marin saw nothing wrong with the old bear sheets.

Instantly Marin felt better when her grumpy boyfriend came home. If he could have produced any vaguely human sounds, he would have rushed Damian into the room.

Before Damian could say anything to his very sick boyfriend, Marin pulled him down onto his chest. Damian was very frustrated that despite all his years of killer training, he always fell on his boyfriend's chest. It was very common to find himself more than six times with his face buried in his hard chest.

So as a very usual act, he made himself comfortable to lock Marin between his body and the bed, holding on tight as always.

They give each other a chaste kiss to avoid germs, but the habit is difficult to break even for a few days. Tim falls on his back at that moment.

“Why did you take so long? It is sooo boring here without your vocabulary of yesteryear and your beautiful frown.” Damn the expensive cologne that always clings to damian, making his neck and hair always so tempting. He curses his body that matches him, which is always ready to attack at any time, and curses his sharp jaw.

"Your very dear best friend distracted me all the way, pretending to be the enemy, as if she hadn't been happy for us when we got together"Damian rolls his eyes.

Marin apparently having said the last thing his throat could handle surrenders to his boyfriend's possessiveness, letting Damian give him little kisses all over her face, excluding his lips.

Across the street batman curses and turns around, contacting agent A. Tim comes out of his stupor and tells his brothers what he saw. They also desperately contact agent A, the only sane one in any situation.

Two days later Marin is fully recovered, shining like a malicious and amiable ray of sunshine.

After Marin confessed to Damian that he knew he was Robin by his butt, and consequently deduced who the other bats were, along with super boy and superman, the barriers of the alter egos had fallen, and in exchange Marian told him about what he found in the Amazon caves and about who his relatives were.

To say that Marin had been about to split the marble island of his kitchen in two because of nerves would not be a lie, but once again, Damian surprised him by saying that it was not very important in his relationship that he had villains as a family, reminding Marin that his mother and grandfather were assassins and that he was also assassin at some point.

So there were no unpleasant surprises in their relationship, but there were surprises for the rest of the world. Marin knew about the secret that Damian was hiding from his family, because he was the secret.

He didn't get it wrong, no, Marin knew that Damian was more than willing to tell the world who he was dating, if the first selfie he published was something to consider, or ... all the broken hands he left behind because he thought they were very comfortable with him.

Oh, he loved when damian got all possessive, like a bristling kitten, or rather a panther ready to attack.

Returning from his fantasies, Marin decided to tell Damian that his time was up. His aunt Ivy had mentioned that the cameras hidden among the succulents had caught the bats spying on them days ago. Harley and ivy investigated before informing him, wanting to make sure they weren't going to confront him.

He loved Ivy and Harley, but the fact that they had called his parents and his nonna had not made him very happy, now he would have to explain why he had not told them about his boyfriend.

Marin hoped that the feeling of imbalance that was beginning to form in his chest was only the work of the family drama that was coming and nothing else.

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Damian was a bit more bitter than normal at school during the morning, he would admit that his call with Bourgeois distracted him from his surroundings, but it was about time that his family began to suspect.

Obviously he didn't take it out on his angel, he was what kept him going, so if Marin's fans came out with completely unnecessary bruises, neither Jon, Chloe, or Marin said anything.

And when Marin started kissing him more often to distract him nobody complained so much.

By the middle of the school day Damian had his hair messed up by Marin, Jon had chosen to warn Marin's outside friends about getting close, and Chloe was on her cell phone as usual. But a strange call to Marin sparked everyone's interest.

Marin reluctantly answered upon seeing the unknown number, but when no one spoke on the line, he knew it was a premonitory call.

The group partially aware of Marin's secrets nodded in acknowledgment, attentive to what was to come.

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Tim was ready to die, Dick was almost there, and Jason was more than pleased to help his little brothers leave this plane of existence.

Bruce was regretting in the darkest corner of his cave, what had he done wrong for his son to hide his partner? The moments of fatherhood that he shared with his son came to his mind ... and he realized that in reality he had not done much fatherly, so it made sense.

“I can't find any mention of Marin Dupain-Cheng, Jon Kent, Chloe Bourgeois or Damian on the internet for the last year. Everything has disappeared since October 28 from last year.”Tim was going crazy, he couldn't possibly find nothing.

“Calm down replacement, you can not find anything because you are looking for them from our devices and accounts. Alfred lent me his cell phone, and when I look for the name of our mysterious boy many interesting things appear”

“What are you waiting for Jason? Show it on the screen, I'm worried about little D”Dick said.

Bruce just nodded to his son, he had to be a better father to Damian from now on.

Jon, Chloe, Damian and Marin instagram appeared on the main screen of the cave. All with ridiculous names, like hellaMari, NottrollJon, QueenChloOriginal, and TheDEmon66. With too many followers to be just teenage accounts.

The only recent one was that of damian, where his photos were of him distracted, the one with Marin or the animal welfare he helped and the one he founded.

I had comments like: I would like to be you, how lucky you are, how I chose you, omg give me your life, etc ... It was very disturbing for the bati family, especially because they did not know that it was THE Damian Wayne, nor did they have his real name, they called him demon.

The evidence was refuted a year ago, with a photo in the instagram of Marin, of Damian and him facing the sun. With Damian's hair styled in a modern way, and with Marin lying on him, winking. Damian didn't even look the same even though he wasn't smiling, how happy he looked without needing to smile amazement at his family.

Thereafter, Jon and chloe began uploading photos of the group. A video especially on the NottrollJon insta convinced them to stop snooping.

Now they just had to wait for Damian to come back.

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"Since they overcame their own incompetence, I decided this would be the most effective, Marin, this is my family, my father Bruce, Grayson, Todd, and Drake. I think Alfred is in the kitchen but you already know him. Father and idiots, this is Marin my boyfriend for a year, congratulations for finding out.”

The bats definitely did not expect Damian to arrive with Marin after school, they had assumed they would have to hunt him all over the mansion. Even so, Bruce always prepared for everything with his mask, he shook Marin's hand, impressed by the height and strength of the boy.

"I'm glad you guys have finally discovered our secret" Marin smiled to the bats, making Damian grumpty.

“Wow, why are you like the sun if you date Demon Spawn?”

“Wait, did you know that he was hiding you from us?” Dick was surprised.

“Well ... I think we better start the story in the dining room, we don't want to make Alfred wait.” Damian was very pleased with his family's reactions and the fact that they were very surprised to approach Marin.

None in the family knew how to describe Marin yet. Physically, it was quite a surprise, with his big, slanted eyes, his symmetrical face, the fact that he was bigger than Jason in muscles and height, that his smile rivaled Grayson's, and that his dark blue hair was real.

But they knew very little about their attitude, tastes, or backstory. Tim's investigations had been very vague, only discovering that in reality there were not many papers about Marin because he had never been to school, or had lasted more than nine months in one place.

Then they followed the boys into the dining room, still amazed at Damian's attitude. Determined to inspect Damian's boyfriend thoroughly and decide for themselves how dangerous Marin Dupain-Cheng was. After all, if their beloved little brother liked it, it would have to have a dark side.

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As night fell, the bats could tell that Marin Dupain-Cheng did not lie to them even once. With their detective senses on edge, everyone could agree that he didn't tell a lie even once.

Which leaves them with the incredible travel anecdotes that Marin had related to them to please Damian and distract him from the accusations of his family.

It was refreshing to say the least, Marin's point of view on heroic and villainous figures, the problems of the world, the little ones, the horrible situations of the poor, the wonders of traveling. It was a drastic change to what they were used to. A vision stained brown with red and black shades, the city, the complaints and the pressure on the vigilantes or the absolute disgust for the anti-heroes or rogues.

“So you were in the scarecrow attack at the museum a year ago, and you threw your motorcycle at the guys who were shooting at you?” It was obvious that Jason had reminded him of the incident long ago, but unaware that Marin already knew their identities because of her boyfriend's butt, Jason pretended he hadn't been there.

Tim, Dick and Bruce had also been there, but they didn't see the moment that happened, so their disbelief was not acted.

"Was it because of the toxin of fear, or before you could already launch motorcycles at your whim?"Bruce spoke, seriously, what the hell did he take in the morning to make his voice so deep and strong?

Marin told Damian that it was the magic of the dark knight, but Damian dismissed it saying that after pretending so much he had stayed like this.

“Oh no, it's actually partly because I do what I can to keep fit.“Marin and Damian knew what was coming

“And the other part? "Dick asked suspiciously.

“Well that's thanks to my curse” Marin shrugged. As Damian reached for his hand under the table and all the bats leaned in his direction synchronously.

“Damn, like magic and that?”

“Yeah, when I was five, my nonna took me to the Amazon, of course she hadn't originally thought about going to the jungle, but for some reason I escaped, and ended up being swept away by a current in the river. Miraculously, I came to some kind of cave next to the rapids, where I touched something I shouldn't have touched and then the plague's curse clung to me.” Marin didn't mention that the curse came with the slim silver ring that right now was being rubbed by his boyfriend.

“So you're saying, that you have super strength because you drank from the Amazon River?“ Tim hit Jason, wondering if that white streak actually meant the death of all his neurons.

"It is more complicated than that but yes, it is actually quite similar to what you say”

Damian looks at his father, he will never admit it, but he was worried that his father did not like Marin, either because of his magic, the fact that he discovered his secret identities ... Or that his family is made up of the rogues of Gotham and other non-heroic personalities.

“He also discovered our identities a month after we started dating "Damian let out.

This time no one moved, with poker faces and saved breaths. Tim was the boldest "How ... did that happen?"

“I know Damian's butt from near, and being Robin didn't hide his butt very well.” Marin knew exactly how to break the tension, even if it means embarrassing his boyfriend a bit.

Jason and Dick started laughing seconds later, Bruce massaged his forehead, with the slightest blush on his cheeks. Tim dropped his head to the table, regretting his question, Damian just covered his blush, without looking directly at his family.

“Tt, Marin, couldn't you just tell them something else?”

“Of course not mon amour, they would know if I had lied”

After that they moved into the living room, where the fireplace was conveniently already on. The talk was postponed until it was late at night, and Marin after so many jokes with Jason and Dick had forgotten to mention that his parents would be coming to Gotham soon to meet them all.

Oh well, interesting things were definitely to come.

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Damian had a good night, maybe it had to do with the fact that he shared a bed with Marin, but they had done that before, or maybe it was the fact that this was the bed where he slept only before meeting Marin. Or was it because he had finally introduced his boyfriend to his family, and they all got along wonderfully.

Naturally someone had to ruin his good mood, and to his surprise, it wasn't his brothers this time, not even bruce had that nerve. It was that annoying weakling with casuela hair and orange spots on his face who dared to affirm that he had dated Matin and had currently come to town to repair his relationship.

The rest of the Gothnamites at school seemed unconvinced of their cheap babbling in bad English, but Damian didn't give a shit what his classmates thought. The important thing was that they had learned the lesson about Marin a long time ago, and it seemed like Damian would have to break some noses to make his point again.

"Oh yeah, my Mari and I were like this in the past." He showed his intertwined fingers. "But when he had to leave France because his aunt was trapped in the Himalayas it broke my heart, now that he's in town he has been insisting that we come back, isn't that so romantic that he dragged himself along for me?"

Lian was proud that all eyes in the hall were on him, who said that the Gothnamites were smarter was clearly an idiot.

Perhaps he did not realize that all eyes were of displeasure, weariness, and a few concerns. The skinny boy clearly didn't know what he was getting into.

Damian approached with irritation, after a quick check, decided he couldn't hit him ... as hard as he wanted. The chestnut build was too weak, and judging from the orange stains and chipped teeth, there was a more than 73 percent chance that a punch from him would send him to the hospital, and Marin had made him promise not to send more people to the hospital, to the hospital outside of school.

"Oh, so you and Marin are something?" Damian said to the chestnut, ignoring how people began to crowd with interest, while leaving space so that they did not cross with the cold words of Ice Prince, or his fists.

Lian, ignorant and malicious noticed the growing crowd, he had to do it right, or Adrianna would destroy him.

"Well… I don't really want to create any misunderstandings, especially with all the false publicity that he put on instagram, I mean, Marin didn't know a better way to get my attention, so he ended up hiring that model to fake a relationship for Internet." The crowd gasped, that boy would end up knocked out.

"Woah, everything that has come out of your mouth is nothing but shit, and I've only had the misfortune to meet you for a minute."Damian spoke. “So I will tell you something flimsy rat, Marin has never had something with you nor will he, he is a man of good taste, he has class and high standards that you will never can fill in your miserable excuse for life. So you better shut your mouth full of shit before I kick your ass and those horrible orange stains you have.”

The students smiled, that bastard would finally shut his mouth in the best way, oh, and sunshine prince did not look close, there was a great possibility of punches.

Lian did not know what was the best way to react, that guy was scary, damn, he was surely the thug, the safest thing was to play the scary victim, anyway he was too scared to act angry.

"Oh, maybe you are one of the people who is in love with Marin, I can't blame you, my boyfriend is charming that everywhere he go he get a ... admirers entourage, it is understandable that you are angry but there is no need to do great matter about it.”

Damian was about to reply with his usual cold and dark aura, when his boyfriend entered the crowd.

Lian, or actually Lila, cringed at the sudden appearance of Marin, she / he thought it would keep her record of being late to school and give her time to manipulate the sheep.

“Stop your pathetic act Rossi, the French in our old school may be a ball of idiots, but in Gotham things are very different.”

Ah, Marin. It could be called sunshine prince and boy did it fit him. You can be in his graces and be lucky to have a ray of sunshine to light up your days, or you could be an idiot without self-preservation and die from sunburn.

Lian tried to regain command, wild was going to kill her, she had not been in the city for five days and had already been discovered.

“Oh, Marin darling, you don't have to protect me from the media anymore, you can stop pretending.”

He tried to get closer, but damian slapped his hand against the lockers before he could touch him. Lian did not hesitate to exaggerate and throw himself against the lockers. "Agh, this brute just attacked me! Separate him from me!"

No one moved, sharing the feeling of shame that apparently the skinny did not have.

Marin decided to speak. "Let it be known, that I am not associated in any way with this cheap and lying bitch. Anything that comes out of her mouth is more false than the pyrite. I hope I don't see you again Rossi"

When Lian was about to throw herself at Marin's feet, Damian stopped him, putting his brand name shoe on her chest.

“Don't even try you bastard, he's my boyfriend. And you can't touch what's mine, bitch.”

When the order of the hierarchy was restored, with Damian and Marin walking hand in hand the students lost interest, and left quickly. Completely forgetting the sulfuric chestnut on the ground.

Lila Rossi was so fucked up, and the Agrestes still didn't know.

At a spa across town, Chloe had a feeling. And in a room a few doors from where Rossi Jon was, he also felt it.

#daminette #male marinette #maribat #damian x marinette #lila is fucking faking be a boy for attention i fucking hate her

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xaphrin · 4 years ago

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I tried NOT to let this get out of control... but here we are...

Damian was a little drunk, but Raven was too, so at least he was in good company. They weren’t so drunk that they didn’t know what they were doing, but were still drunk enough to let that gleeful sense of euphoria influence their decisions. Damian stood in the doorway to her too-small room, loosening the top button on his shirt as his eyes slid down the line of her back - the zipper had slid down an inch or two, exposing the black lace of her strapless bra. Was it hot in here? He felt like it was getting hot in here.

He glanced behind him into the empty living room, suddenly realizing that the apartment was eerily quiet. “Where’s Jon?”

“He’s still out at the party. Probably won’t be back for another few hours.” Raven looked out the window and stared down at the street below them, her lips turning into an almost-frown. “Oh no. The cab just left.”

She didn’t sound all that upset about it. Damian reached for his phone in his pocket, swallowing the lump in his throat, and silently reminding himself that this was Jon’s sister. “It’s fine. I can call another one.”

Raven turned back around, her chest brushing up against his. Damian felt his heart jump as he smelled the sweet scent of strawberries and champagne. Her lips were far too glossy, and he was desperately trying not to notice. Her eyelashes fluttered and she reached up to place her hands on his chest, fingers splaying out over his pectorals.

“Or…”

He took a shaky breath, lifting one eyebrow. “Or?”

“You could sleepover. You know. Like you used to.”

That was with Jon. When they were kids. Not… not like this. Not when she was looking like a temptation he shouldn’t indulge in. This was Jon’s little sister. He would murder Damian if he ever found out. Damian’s hands clenched at his sides and he forced a small smile as he stepped back, putting much-needed space between them. “I think I should probably just call a cab.”

Raven sighed and her shoulders dropped, the veneer of innocence fading around her. It was like a switch was turned off, and she looked more frustrated than anything else. Something snapped behind her, her magic fritzing with her emotions. “Damian.”

He’d heard the voice only a few times before, and it meant that he was in trouble.

“I am trying to sleep with you.” She pointed to her bed, her lips twitching. “In my bed. When we are both naked and I am riding you like the stallion you are.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, more out of annoyance than anything else. “I have been giving you hints since you moved to Metropolis months ago, and I don’t know how much clearer I can possibly be besides outright telling you that I desperately want to fuck you so hard you black out. And then, spirit willing, I want to do it again.” She huffed and looked back at him, her eyes dark. “So, take off your clothes and lay on my bed, because if we wait any longer, Jon will interrupt what we are doing and I swear to all the heavens in the universe that I will kill your best friend without any hesitation.”

Damian felt like his head was spinning. Wait. What? What? How had he not seen her signals? He stood there and felt the last six months flash before his eyes. Late-night text messages. Cute pictures of her getting ready in the morning. Sending him coffee when he worked late at night. Going to see movies with him and Jon, and making sure she sat next to him. Touching his hand. Looking into his eyes. Kissing his cheek when she said hello or good-bye. And -

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Raven reached behind her and started undoing her dress, moving to the door and closing it, flipping the lock. Not that it would do any good against Jon’s super-hearing, but it made them both feel better. “Go on. Take off your clothes.”

Damian dropped his suit coat onto the floor and began undoing his shirt, glancing up to see her kicking off her shoes as her dress fell to the floor. He watched her hands move around to the back, unfastening her bra. His own hands stilled as he watched her stand in front of him, plump breasts exposed. He groaned, and Raven took a step towards him.

“Same.” Her voice was breathy, and she ran her hands over the buttons on his shirt. With a soft curse, she flicked the buttons open and shoved them to the floor. His scarred chest trembled as she ran her fingers over his muscles, thumbs circling his nipples. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this with you.” She pressed slow, open-mouth kisses over every part of skin she could touch. “So long…”

Damian groaned and his fingers trailed up her sides, feeling her skin tremble. “How long?”

He felt her lips still against his chest, feeling the heat of her skin burn him. There was a long pause, before she looked up at him, cheeks still flushed. “Since our senior year in high school?”

“That was six years ago!”

Raven flushed darker and she poked a finger into his chest, magic snapping where they touched. “You’re very imposing, you know. A Wayne. An al Ghul. A Robin. I didn’t know how to ask you, and what was I supposed to say to you anyway?”

“That you wanted to fuck me so hard so that I black out?” His lips found her hair, and his fingers dipped into her underwear, pulling them down her legs. He glanced down to find her already wet, and his mouth watered. “That seemed to do the trick.” Damian groaned and slid his fingers between her thighs, tracing the length of her, and feeling her wetness coat him. “You’re pretty imposing yourself. A sorceress. Half-demon. A daughter to Superman.”

“Adopted.” Her voice was breathy and weak, and it slithered down his spine like a prayer. “I’m adopted.”

“Still a daughter.” He kissed down her neck - she even tasted like strawberries, and slid a finger inside her, watching as her back arched in pleasure and feeling her body tighten around him. “You’re imposing yourself, you know. I wouldn’t know how to ask you for something like this.”

Raven lifted her eyes to his and shifted. “You make it sound like this was something you were thinking of?”

Heat crawled up his own neck and he shifted, suddenly very uncomfortable. It was one thing to have her confess to him, but to admit the same seemed… embarrassing. He cleared his throat. “Ah… well… maybe…”

Raven opened her mouth to say something, but he added a second finger and her eyes practically rolled back in her head. He’d much rather get her to come than to admit his own weakness. She let go of a low groan and stumbled back to the bed, breaking contact with him. Her lips trembled, and she lifted her eyes to his. Damian felt like time stopped, and he found himself staring at her, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and wide, dark eyes. He could stare at her forever if she let him.

A long pause settled between them, and she sighed, leaning forward. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“You’re still half-dressed?”

Damian’s fingers quickly unfastened his pants, and with far less grace than he would have admitted, shoved them down his legs and crawled on the bed with her. Raven gave him a teasing smile, her hand sliding down his chest to circle his cock.

“Those years of training and you can’t even take off your pants?”

Damian groaned and he uttered a curse under his breath. He’d make her pay for that smart comment later, but right now it felt far too good to have her hands on him. He slid his tongue along his lower lip and shivered. Her thumb slid along the slit in his head, before gliding downward and then back up. It was a slow, almost lazy dance that was going to drive him insane if she kept it up for too long. He leaned back against the bed and watched as she crawled over him, swinging one leg over his hip.

“Eager?” The word ended on a low moan. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait either.

“Six years.” Raven sounded needy, and she leaned over him, resting her hands on his chest as she lifted her body up. “I’ve wanted this for six years. Waiting any longer seems rather asinine at this point.” Her eyes fluttered and she sunk down on his cock, her head falling back against her shoulders with the movement. “Fuck.”

Same. Hell. She felt so damned good he was amazed he didn’t lose himself right then. Damian grit his teeth and his fingers bit into her plump, pale thighs. He was going to bite those thighs later, when she sat on his face and he ate her out - that thought alone made his cock twitch inside her. But, right now, he needed to get off, and he needed to get off bad. His fingers tightened, and he pushed his hips up to her own, the movement jolting her.

“Hold… on. Hold on.” Raven fell over him, her body still adjusting to his own. “Fuck.” Her eyes fluttered and she swallowed another breath, shivering until she was fully seated on his erection. “You’re huge, Damian. I need a second.”

Damian tried not to feel smug about that, but he could feel the smile tug at his lips. “Huge?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Raven settled her hands on his chest and began to move, and whatever witty banter he was about to snap back at her died. Damian’s head fell back onto her sweetly-scented pillows and he let go of a low, heavy sigh. This felt amazing. Better than amazing. Fuck. He should have done this ages ago, when he first realized his crush for her. When he realized he liked her as more than just a friend. His hand slid up her thigh and he looked up at her, watching her head fall back on her shoulders.

“This feels so damned good.” Her thighs bunched under his touch and each downward thrust was sharper, angling her hips just so. She looked like she was in euphoria, and Damian could have sat here and watched her forever. He leaned up and pushed his hips deeper inside her, watching as her eyes widened before closing as she gasped. “Damian.”

He shivered at the way she said his name, leaned up to capture her lips in a slow, languid kiss. His tongue traced her lips, tasting her and stroking her. Her eyes fluttered and her movements slowed, becoming shaky. Damian shifted, sitting up and pulling her tightly against him. He couldn’t stop kissing her. He didn’t want to stop kissing her. He wanted to taste every whimper and cry when she finally came. He wanted her trembling and spent, and still kissing him.

Raven’s body tightened as he pushed his hips up into her body, listening to her breath grow more ragged and desperate. Her muscles were fluttering around his cock, and she was dripping with desire. She was going to come soon, and he was going to fall right after her. One hand slid up her spine and buried into her hair, crushing her mouth against his. Hell. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last, his whole body was practically vibrating, and he was flying too close to the sun.

He was going to burn.

“Dami…” Her tone was weak and desperate, and her fingers tangled in his own, short locks. “I’m so close. I’m gonna-”

“Raven! Hey, I’m home!”

Raven pulled away from Damian, her eyes wide. “Oh, fuck.”

Damian groaned, the muscles in his abdomen tight with desire. “What fucking great timing, Jon.”

“Should we… finish?” Raven shivered, her fingers sliding down his chest. “I mean…”

“Raven?”

Damian’s head dropped to her shoulder. “No.”

“We could sneak into the shower? Turn on the water and-”

Damian groaned into her shoulder. The thought of lifting her up and pinning her to the tile while he fucked her hard made his cock twitch again. He sighed and slid from her body, falling back on the bed. “No… we should… ah… get up.”

Raven glanced down at his still-hard erection and lifted an eyebrow. “You seem to already be there.”

“Shut up.” He felt the smile tug at the corners of his lips and he rolled his eyes.

Jon knocked at the door. “Rae?”

“Give me a minute, Jon.” Raven sighed and scrambled for some clothes. “I’m getting changed.”

Damian snorted and whispered, “I’d rather you didn’t.”

There was a quiet pause. “Sounded like someone was in there with you? Did you need me to go?” He paused again. “You know if we need to revert to the scrunchy on the door handle like we did in college-”

Raven’s head fell into her hands. “Oh, gods. Jon. Stop.”

“I’m just saying.” He walked a step away, and then stopped as if realizing something. “Is that… Dami in there with you?”

Damian’s head fell into his hands. He should have kept his mouth shut. “Uh… hi, Jon.”

“Are you boning my sister?”

Raven barely pulled on a shirt before the door flew open, taking a chunk of the frame with it. Damian cursed and scrambled for his underwear, yanking it on. He glared at Jon and hunted for the rest of his clothes, still scattered around Raven’s small room. “You could warn me before you go nuclear.”

“You could not bang my sister!” Jon glared at the two of them before he looked at Raven and pointed at Damian. “No scrunchy. Not for him.”

Raven’s head fell into her hands. “Oh, gods…”

#adult nonsense ahead #damirae #demonbirds #i wanted to do lots of pieces #but this sucked me in and wouldn't let go #maybe more tomorrow?

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nightwingmyboi · 4 years ago

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Pt 1) I'm ngl, if this Ric Grayson arc ends with Dick finally going off on the rest of the batfam for only showing him affection when they need something, it will almost be worth it. You mentioned in the meta about his relationship with the batfam that to recover from the gunshot he cut every one off (ngl, I stopped reading as soon as his memories were wiped), and I think that means now is the perfect time (or when his memories finally return fully next issue) for him to blow up

Pt 2) I want him to go off on Bruce for never seeming satisfied with what he does. I want him to go off on Tim for running away when everything was going to shit while Bruce was stuck in time (there's evidence that he remembers pre reboot stuff with that one panel that has torque and tarantula and him proposing to Babs so I'm going to say that's all still canon). I want him to lose his shit with Babs for constantly being mad at him when he's trying so hard (I love Babs, but this is annoying)

Pt 3) when he gets his memories back I want him to finally blow up. Like??? His life has been in a constant state of falling apart since he became Nightwing (hell, even before that), but he still always put others first. And now Roy is dead, Donna is evil, Wally is who knows where after killing Roy, Jason and Bruce are back on the outs, etc, etc and people were saying they need him back to fix things when he's recovering from being shot in the head. If they let him point this out, the Ric arc

Pt 4) will have been validated in my eyes. Still fucking terrible writing wise, execution (I was excited for Talon! Dick but christ what I read of it was bad), one of the worst decisions they've made recently, and they've made a bunch of bad ones, but it will be validated in its existence to me.

Yeah, Dick takes a lot of crap from the members of his family; a lot of the things you listed are things that I am very much not a fan of, lmao. And I’d even add that, with the Ric stuff you mention, it wasn’t even that Dick “cut everyone off” so that he could recover; I should have made this clearer--Bruce and the rest of the family should take a lot of the blame for pushing Dick away. See, initially, Dick was open to the idea of getting to know his family. He visited the manor and then Bruce, impatient with the lack of progress Dick was making on regaining his memories, decided to take Dick down to the Batcave, show him the Nightwing suit (that still had the freaking blood from the gunshot wound on it Jesus Christ), and traumatize Dick with the video of him getting shot in the head in order to stir up some memories. Alfred and Damian help Bruce do this:

Nightwing: Rebirth Annual #2

And Dick is obviously horrified. After this, why in the world would Dick want to be Nightwing? Why would he want to associate with his “family”? Staying away from the manor wasn’t Dick cutting out people in his life who cared for him and were trying to help him; it was about, in Dick’s mind, staying away from people who were willing to hurt him, people who cared more about his utility and how they needed him to be Nightwing then they cared about his safety and wellbeing. It was a desperate move to protect himself from people he could no longer trust. It is clear that implanted false memories and other brainwashing was done from the very beginning (by the doctor Bruce specifically hired no less) in order to ensure that “Ric” would not be comfortable with Bruce and would be inclined to leave, but it was Bruce’s actions that had Dick running literally right into his brainwasher’s arms:

It’s also not even like afterwards Dick hid himself in some unknown location, completely out of contact. Barbara easily tracked Dick down to talk. And yet, when Barbara talks to him, she doesn’t ask Dick if he’s alright. She just tells him that they want him to regain his memories (umm...yeah you’ve made that clear), comments that he’s not acting like himself, and tells him to come back to the manor. So...it’s all about what the family wants. Dick says no, and there are zero attempts at a compromise. Maybe the family could have used the millions of dollars at its disposal to set Dick up elsewhere outside the manor so he doesn’t have to, uh, live in a cab? Maybe they could agree to occasional check-ins instead of the overbearing babysitting they were suggesting, that Dick is uncomfortable with? Maybe they could ask Dick what he wants? But, no. As soon as Dick doesn’t do exactly what they want him to, he’s on his own. People talk about how this arc is making Dick look bad, but beyond that, really it's making all of the family look like uncaring, selfish assholes.

That aside, about how I want this arc to conclude...it would be nice, as readers, to see Dick finally put his foot down and stand up for himself a little. But honestly? Him going off on everyone like you describe? I feel like that would be out of character. I could maybe see Dick telling off Batman, but I can’t even imagine Dick truly blowing up at Damian or Tim, or really even Barbara. People really over exaggerate Dick’s temper a lot; in reality, it usually takes very extreme circumstances, and often an insane amount of stress and/or brainwashing to make Dick lash out. Bruce is one of the few people that can make Dick lose his temper, so maybe. But I also think that when Dick is truly upset and emotionally compromised, his first move is to go somewhere to be alone. He doesn’t tend to lash out; he tends to retreat and isolate himself if he’s able. You’ll often see him hole himself in his apartment when everything becomes too much. Two good examples of this are in Joker’s Last Laugh and in the Outsiders. After Dick kills the Joker, he immediately retreats to his apartment to be alone, and likewise after Donna dies, he spends months isolated from his friends in Bludhaven:

Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files

And not only all that, but I really don’t think Dick yelling at everyone would be cathartic for him. If he did something like that, he’d feel terrible and guilty about it. He’d apologize. And I really don’t want him to have to apologize for anything in the aftermath of all this horrible stuff he’s been through. I don’t want any of the responsibility for making things right to be put on his shoulders. Though he’ll probably feel the need to try to fix things anyway, I’d actually prefer him to just...stay away from the family. Not avoid them, but let them be the ones to reach out to him for a change. Especially recently, Dick has had to do all the emotional work in his relationships; it would be so gratifying to have his friends and family put the work in on their own and be the ones to initiate so Dick doesn’t have to do all the heavy lifting.

And hey, I’d love even more for one of the numerous friends he used to have to step in and stand up for him instead, so he doesn’t have to. If the rest of the Titans were not currently being put through depressing arcs themselves (or being dead, RIP Roy), I think they definitely would’ve knocked some heads together. I think the only possible solution...is Uncle Clark coming to the rescue! Surely if Superman knew what was going on, he’d come down to the cave and give a good old fashioned tongue lashing to Batman for his pseudo-nephew’s sake! I’m not caught up with the Superman comics so idk what he’s up to rn, but please tell me this can happen and if not let me dream.

Thanks for the ask! I feel your pain, was pretty disappointed with Talon Dick. I really want to just reach into the comics and wrap Dick up in a blanket or something, give him rest!

#ask #dick grayson #ric grayson #nightwing #batman #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #damian wayne #negative #character analysis #meta

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superbataddicted · 5 years ago

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Writer's Month 2019

Day 10 Prompt: Dark (Warning: Supporting Character Death, Angst)

Fandom: Superbat, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Superman/Batman

Writer: batzmaru65

It was quiet. A silence that weighed heavily on the soul, leeching away strength and stamina. Bruce sat alone by the bedside, bone weary and numbed, holding tight the thin frail hand as if that would help keep death at bay.

Alfred laid so still on the bed and only the slight heaving of his chest indicated that his time was not up yet. And that Bruce still had minutes, hours to be with him.

Soon, Leslie had said with sympathy and pain in her eyes. There was nothing more she could do. Nothing more Bruce could do either. No amount of medical expertise and clever intelligence could stop the inevitable that eventually came with old age. Alfred has lived the full life span bequeathed to him and his body just could not sustain him any longer.

The past few days, everyone who knew him had come to see Alfred one last time – the Batfam, the Justice League and Damian had even dragged in the assorted pets that Alfred had helped care for. They had said their farewells with whispers and choked voices, with tears and devastated silence.

Through it all, Bruce had just sat there, unresponsive, just clinging on to that hand which had fed him, stitched him and reprimanded him when he had been wayward and stubborn. He never thought that he had to watch Alfred die. He always thought that he would go first considering the lifestyle he had chosen. Such a mockery. He who courted death on a daily basis, ended up watching it happen to someone else who does not.

The door to Alfred’s bedroom opened and Clark stepped in, a sad glance at Alfred and a worried frown for Bruce. His husband had refused food and drink and it was taking its toll. His eyes were sunken, his face ashen. Clark could do nothing about it. Grief had taken Bruce and he could only stay by his side, watching over him.

As if sensing Clark’s presence, Alfred suddenly stirred, eyelids fluttering before his eyes opened. Despite the morphine-induced haze, clarity still shone in them. Gesturing weakly at the bedside drawer, Clark quickly hastened to obey while Bruce jerked up anxiously from his seat.

“What is it? What do you need? Are you in pain? Do you...”

Alfred shot him a frown of disapproval with that trademark quirk of his eyebrow. This time though, the frown was more tired than threatening, and his eyebrow could barely lift up. Bruce choked on his words, tears welling up in his eyes. Anything. He was willing to do anything just to have Alfred alive and well again. But unfortunately, life does not work that way in this reality.

Alfred shifted his gaze to Clark, a soft smile at the sight of the notebook in Clark’s hands. Swallowing a few times before he could speak, Alfred rasped out in a whisper.

“Make sure you feed Master Bruce well. Those are his favourites.”

Clark nodded, clutching the notebook against his chest, eyes wet and not able to speak.

Turning slowly back to Bruce, the child he had brought up and whom he regarded as his son, Alfred suddenly raised a trembling hand which grew steady as it neared his forehead. Giving Bruce a smart salute, Alfred grinned, brilliant, proud and for a moment, looking hale and healthy as if life had returned back to him.

“It’s been an honour serving you, Master Bruce.”

Bruce broke down, dropping to his knees and clutching Alfred desperately, sobs wrecking his body. Alfred patted his head lightly, movements growing weak again.

“Hush, my boy. Be well and stay safe.”

Voice trailing off, Alfred slipped back into an exhausted sleep, hand falling to his side. Clark gathered an inconsolable Bruce into his arms and together, they continued their vigil. Alfred did not wake again and with a last shallow breath, he finally slipped off to a place that Bruce could not reach despite all the skills he possessed. His death marked an end to a phase in Bruce’s life. The passing of a time period before Clark and the Batfam when there were only he and Alfred. All that were left now were only the memories.

#writersmonth #writersmonth2019 #superbat #clark kent x bruce wayne #superman x batman #batman x superman #clark x bruce #prompt: dark #wm: day 10 #DCU

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solarcelest · 5 years ago

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Black Ice

or read on Ao3

Ice chips smash against the glass if the windshield. It's snowing, almost hailing it’s coming down so hard, and it making it really hard to see. Red Hoods driving, gloved hands holding onto the steering wheel so tightly his fingers ache. The tires look traction for a moment, skidding on a pitch of black ice before the vehicle re-centers.

Jason hisses through his teeth, this was not how he had thought his night would go and he was starting to regret ever stepping into the field. Bruce had told him not too, practically attempted to ground the man when he had tried to leave. (Batman has taken an awful beating not three patrols ago and was still on medical leave, huddled away in bed and under Alfred’s watchful eyes, and was not a fan of those patrolling without him capable of helping.)

“Someone’s gotta fight your war, Bruce.” Jason had snapped. Bruce’s brow had lowered more in response, his eyes narrowing as he held his ground.

“Not tonight, not in the storm.” He had growled.

Jason shook his head, “crime doesn’t give two shits about having snow days.” He had left without another word.

Of course that entire conversation had been before he knew the brat was going to stow-away. The little demon had been in house arrest anyway, probably hadn’t eaten his vegetables or something, and wasn’t supposed to be on the field, especially without supervision.

Still, Damian had appeared at Jason’s side halfway through patrol, scowl in place and hands already curled into fists. He hadn’t even had the decency to give Jason an option, just sauntered past him and climbed into the passenger's side of the Bat-mobile.

So now was Red Hood not only zipping through the city unsteadily on a sheet of ice but he was carrying precious cargo.

Just fan-fucking-tastic.

He had a weird relationship with the kid, a distant one. They didn’t really talk much, just a couple times during patrol or when Jason would come by the manor for a hot meal from Alfred. The brat was always off putting and frankly a little skittish from what Jason had seen. At home he kept his space, never really talking to anyone unless he was instructed or first talked to. Tell tale signs of past abuse, at least in Jason’s experience.

On patrol though, Damian was a different person. He was strong willed and had a drive that Jason admired, even if it was a little suicidal, and he was good. He knew nearly as many different fighting styles as Bruce and he had his technique nearly perfected.

He was inconsistent though.

Some nights the kid would let completely loose, fists and blood flying angrily, without a shit for anyone’s opinion on the matter but definitely with purpose. Other nights though, he almost pulled his punches, a dangerous thing when taking on opponents three times your size. Damian would be looking over his shoulder these nights, as if he was trying to gauge the reaction of whichever other hero he was with.

Jason’s didn’t say anything about these nights, about the skittishness or the subtle flinches, but he wondered if anyone else had noticed it and, if they had, if they had paid it any mind. Dick or Bruce needed to give the matter proper attention, It wasn’t Jason’s job.

And neither was babysitting.

“Would you stop messing with the controls!” Jason snapped for the thousandth time. The kid was starting to irritate him, really irritate him. He was snappier than usual and couldn’t keep his sticky fingers off of the damn controls.

Damian shot him a glare, eyes so heated they looked like they had come straight off of Bruce himself, and flicked another switch on the console. Something near the rear of the Bat-mobile chinked before Jason felt the accelerator kick up a notch.

“What the fuck did you just do?” He hissed.

Damian glared again, “getting us back faster, Todd,” he snarled. The kid reached his arm out again then, going for another button on the dash. Jason moved quickly, hand flying out to catch the offending arm before the stray bird could do any more damage. The weather was picking up, ice and snow beating down, and the roads were becoming slicker. They needed to get home soon, yes, but each in one piece.

It was because of this that he hadn’t seen the shininess of the road ahead of them, that he hadn’t had the proper time to break or at least slow the car down enough to take proper control. The tires hit a slippery patch of black ice, the rubber squealing and the vehicle moving harshly to the left on its own accord.

Jason hurried to right the Bat-mobile’s direction but even with his best attempt he didn’t have enough time. They were on the long stretch of road between the heart of the city and the manor, each side of which was lined thickly with trees. The road itself was narrow, barely big enough for two cars and the Bat-mobile had a width larger than just one.

The front of the car had smashed into a cluster of trees in seconds.

The hood of the vehicle crunched inwards, as it was designed to do in order to prevent major injury, and the airbags exploded to life. Glass shattered into millions of miniscule fragments and debris rained down on both of them. Something popped behind them before the engine sputtered out. Smoke from the car and dust from the canvas airbags flooded the air around them.

“Fuck!” Jason coughed, sharp and loudly before reaching for the door which rested uneven on its hinges. His ear rang.

By some miracle, even with all of the damage, he was able to pull himself out of the car with minimal injury. His shoulder felt dislocated and his face hurt from the impact of the airbag but all in all, he was stepping away from a major car wreck with nothing more than a serious case of whiplash.

He waved a hand in front of his face to try and clear the air and shook his head to rid himself of the ringing in his ears. What the fuck had even happened anyway-

Oh shit, Damian.

“Kid?” Jason called, hurrying to the passengers door of the vehicle, he had to go around the back since the front was flush against the foliage.

His first cause of worry was the car door that had settled five feet from the vehicle itself, hinges torn straight from the metal and bent as if Superman had done the damage himself. The second was that despite this fact, Jason still couldn’t see into the passengers side.

The door frame had collapsed downward and the mix of the that, the airbag, and stray fragments blocked his view of Robin entirely.

The lack of response was Jason’s third cause for worry.

“Kid?” He asked again, concern becoming evident in his voice. Perhaps Damian was just playing tricks on him, the kid was probably fine, sitting in his little cocoon and completely unharmed. It wasn’t unusual for the little demon to play ruthless tricks like that.

Still, Jason hurried in his approach, his large boots kicking the quickly building snow aside. He hurried to the side of the door, working on a way to extract the kid from the entanglement of car parts.

He could smell blood, and operated with carefully measured movements.

He choked on a gasp when he finally caught sight of the brat. He was awake, if barely, eyes opened in small, glossy slits. His uniform was a canvas of dark and light red, the mixture of blood on the fabric.

Jason got to work quickly.

Damian’s boot had caught somewhere in the foot-well and prying it out had not exactly been a pain free experience.

Something had also gone wrong with Damian’s airbag, a fragment of the dashboard had caught on it, and the long, sharp piece of plastic had impaled itself into Damian’s shoulder. Something else, probably debris, had swiped a large gash across the kids lower torso.

The mix of injuries had the kid nearly unconscious.

He left the plastic where it was, knowing to wait until there was proper medical available before removing such a large object, it wouldn't do either of them any good for the kid to lose more blood. He then carried the kid away from the hissing -and still smoking- vehicle (incase a gas leak caused something to ignite) as quickly and gently as he could Jason lowered them both carefully to the ground.

Jason considered his options, they were still a good mile or two from the manor and even if that was a walkable distance, Damian was in no condition to be jostled. Instead, he reached for Damian’s ear and extracted his com, since calling for help seemed like the best option and Jason’s own com had been knocked out from the impact of the crash.

“This is Red Hood, Robin and I were in a crash about a mile and a half north of the cave. The kid is critically injured,” he said once the device was firmly in his ear.

He heard nothing but static from the other end.

Perhaps the com has been damaged in the crash, or maybe there was no one manning the lines tonight, since no one was supposed to be patrolling in this weather in the first place. That included little birds, Jason thought somewhat bitterly.

“W-wouldn’t have h-happened if-“ Damian suddenly said, pausing to cough wetly, “i-if I was d-driving,” Damian choked, a hint of tease to his tone. Jason glared down as him, pressing more firmly on the kids stomach wound, trying to stem the sluggish bleeding. He couldn’t help but send a glance down to the kids mangled foot.

“Quit talking,” Jason snapped. “And keep your blood inside of you!” He said, hoping more and more desperately that help was close. The snow around them was quickly turning red with Damian’s blood and, at least compared to Jason, the kid was the size of an infant, he didn’t have blood to spare.

“Got to- got to stay ‘wake s’m how,” Damian slurred, still bent on arguing even with holes littering him and a chunk of plastic protruding from his shoulder.

Despite the situation, Jason chuckled, “right kid, yeah.”

Damian was silent after that though, quiet except for his labored breathing, masked eyes flickering around the area. Jason continued to apply pressure, switching between stemming the bleeding and using materials from Damian’s utility belt to field dress his wounds. It wasn’t until they were both drenched and shivering tha someone spoke.

“Th-thank you.” Damian stuttered, wincing slightly.

Jason’s fingers paused for a moment. “For what, kid?”

Damian gave a wet cough, “a-assisting me even th-though I caused the w-wreck.”

Despite himself, Jason found himself saying: “don’t sweat it, the weather caused the wreck, kiddo. Not you.”

“M’not a child.”

“That’s the Damian I know and love. Glad to know that your head’s okay,” Jason said. Instead of soothing the kid though, Damian stiffened before peering up at his older brother.

“W-what?” He stuttered.

“I’m glad your head’s okay?” Jason asked.

“Buh-before,” Damian rasped.

Jason thought about what he had said, he had just been trying to joke, add some comedic relief to the situation. It was a common expression too, that's the Damian I know and- oh. “Wait kid, you didn’t- you know I love you right?” He asked. Because, yeah, the bats weren’t the most affectionate type but they weren’t monsters. At least everyone had been told they were loved at least once. Was it a possibility that Damian hadn’t been told that by anyone other than Dick?

Damian didn’t answer.

“Dames, we all love you,” Jason was quick to say. “Even if we’re all emotionally constipated. Dickies not the only one that cares for you, kiddo,” He promised, silently cursing himself. He had known that he should have stepped in sooner, that he should have said something to Bruce about treating Damian like an actual kid every once in a while, about inviting him into a room and telling him -as straightforward as possible- that he loved him, because even for all his stubbornness, it was obvious that Bruce loved Damian. He would have to talk to the man when they got back- which would, hopefully, be soon.

“I,” Damian spluttered, “I- thank you, Todd.” He said, at a loss for words. Still, a thank you from the great “blood son” was as close to an admission of love as one could get from the boy. Jason allowed himself a small smile in response, couldn’t let the kid make him too mushy-gushy after all, can’t have Dick out of a job. Besides, the revving of an engine and the squealing of wheels prevented him from replying with any actual words.

They both looked down the road, in the direction of the manor. Large black snow tires carried an older Bat-mobile model towards them, barreling through the two feet of snow with ease. Sitting in the front seat, fully uniformed and looking every ounce of Wayne, was none other than Cassandra.

Jason looked down with a full grin this time and patted Damian’s uninjured shoulder. “You’re gonna be just fine, kid.”

#batfam christmas stocking #jason todd #Damian Wayne #for #@evergreena

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why-this-kolaveri-machi replied to your post:

Can’t wait for the Ric Grayson storyline to end so...

that it seems like they’re going to go the route of having ric grayson pressured into becoming a talon is going to make reading about the inevitable apology tour even more nauseating

That specifically is what has me pissed off the most, like I was just reading the December solicitations. Like, its inevitable that’s what this is all building up to...and because that’s how DC and so much of fandom regards Dick and his place in the Batfamily, that’s inevitably how the aftermath is going to play out. Ric is going to become a Talon at least temporarily, either because his great grand-douche manipulates or tricks him into it, via all the information that Dick had and thus knew when and where not to give William the time of day, and that Ric LITERALLY DOESN’T HAVE AND THUS KNOW TO WATCH OUT FOR...

Or else he’s going to be coerced or brainwashed into it, as the Court’s attempted many times before in various ways, but Ric lacks both any real support system and also the conviction of belief that Dick was able to use to resist them at times (because Ric is essentially a kid in a lot of ways, still figuring out day by day who he himself is and what he believes, its not that he’s any weaker as Ric than he was as Dick, he just HASNT HAD TIME to form all those steadfast convictions, he just woke up one day and was an adult all of a sudden, as far as things look from his eyes.)

But either way, its going to happen, and Dick is absolutely going to feel guilty and he’s absolutely going to apologize to people and take full responsibility for it like “yeah but it wouldn’t have happened if ‘I’ hadn’t insisted on you all staying away from ‘me’, like you couldn’t have warned me even if you wanted to, because ‘I’ wouldn’t let you.

Like its so frustratingly inevitable. And yet the REAL questions are, in light of this storyline....in whatever time and interactions Ric DID have with Bruce or Babs before he insisted on being left alone....how much of a primer DID they actually give him on Dick’s enemies and who might be gunning for him, whether Ric wanted anything to do with the Batfam or not? Didn’t they have a responsibility to warn Ric? Was there really NO option of passing him this information and making sure he got it, whether he wanted to receive it or not?

This family of geniuses couldn’t at least leave him messages like FYI, you have an undead assassin great-grandfather around, who’s obsessed with making you Undead Like Him....or they couldn’t like....leave him a binder filled with all the information he NEEDED to know, and even just count on his/Dick’s innate curiosity to sooner or later make him flip through it, just to see if it answered any of his questions about himself or who he used to be?

This family, notorious for its lack of boundaries and refusal to respect each other’s privacy, especially in the name of being worried for each other’s safety....they’re SERIOUSLY not keeping an eye on him from a distance, even despite his telling them to stay away? They REALLY care so little about the family member they all clearly still believe is in there, deep down, or else have just so easily given Dick up for dead and accepted he’s never coming back (much like nobody it seemed thought to question his death after Forever Evil, just accepted it)...but either way, whatever they believe, they all really feel so little obligation to the man who gave so much of himself for them, time and time again, that not a SINGLE one of them is keeping even a cursory eye on him and the going ons in Bludhaven, via hacked security cameras, bugs, even just an ear to the ground that might be all that’s needed to realize there’s a bunch of people calling themselves Nightwings fighting crime in Bludhaven and one of them got strung up and left for dead all stuck full of Talon blades?

NONE of them, even as busy as they are with their own shit, has a second to spare to run down to Bludhaven after even the POSSIBILITY of a rumor of Talon activities happening there...hell, none of them even stopped by to watch from the shadows when they heard rumors of multiple Nightwings, to see who the hell was using their loved one’s name...given that historically, he has not been a fan of just anyone running around naming themselves after him like its no big deal?

Nobody stops by to defend their brother’s name and reputation from what are essentially a bunch of cops on a power trip, using vigilantism as an excuse to break the law in ways even they can’t on the job, rather than even that time Dick was a cop, and tried at least to use his role there to do through legal means what he couldn’t do even as a vigilante? Cuz I hated Dick as a cop, but even that wasn’t remotely the same thing as what these cops are doing, guns in hand as Nightwings, breaking down doors that they wouldn’t be allowed to during daylight hours, etc.

But not Damian, not Tim, not Jason, none of the girls....hell, not even another superhero like one of the Titans, or freaking Superman....no, nobody so much as makes a guest appearance to lecture the Nightwings about the responsibilities they’ve chosen to accept by taking on that particular mantle, and how very many people won’t fucking look kindly on them disrespecting it or dishonoring it via their actions, so they damn well better prove themselves worthy of it?

Nobody, upon doing even the most cursory inspection of the new vigilantes in Bludhaven, calling themselves by Nightwing’s name and naming themselves his successors....nobody eventually realizes, oh hey, one of those is actually RIC himself....and thinks, hey, maybe this is a sign that he’s either softening towards his old life and his refusal to know anything about it or have anything to do with it, or else maybe this is a sign that there’s more of Dick Grayson left than he thought, or they thought...and either way, NOBODY notices this huge freaking step on Ric’s part, given his initial refusal to even HEAR about his vigilante exploits....and thinks hey, maybe it might be time to try approaching him again, even just try and feel him out via a professional drop-by about a case we’re working on or they’re working on, see if maybe he might be more open now to getting to know some of us again....

or at the very least, NOW might be open enough to listen to us warn him about certain individuals he DESPERATELY needs to know to watch out for, now that he’s operating as a vigilante, and with a bunch of people using his old name, no less....something that all but guarantees that any old enemy of his that knew him well, from Deathstroke to Luthor to the Court, is going to know how to put two and two together, which gives them a HUGE advantage over the guy who’s out there, getting in the way of crimes like their endeavors...but with no clue how much they know about him and how vulnerable that makes him to them?

But none of that. Not a single effort towards any of that. And yet, we all know damn well that however it happens that Ric becomes a Talon, it’ll inevitably be Dick that gets the fallout...and people aren’t going to be shy - either in canon or in fandom - about reading him the riot act about how what happened could have been prevented, with there likely to not even be a damn mention of how THEY all should have done something about that then, since they actually COULD, on account of having BEEN there...which Dick really, was not. And yet they’ll all pretend he was, retroactively, as will he, in order to once again play out the drama of Dick Grayson the Scapegoat, as Dick takes full responsibility and falls on his sword so nobody else has to, because its inconvenient to expect whole casts of characters to apologize for MAJORLY dropping the ball and letting HIM get screwed over as a result...and its super inconvenient to ever expect anyone in his family BUT him to apologize for shit, like...EVER.

And not like Dick won’t inevitably feel guilty enough for whatever he/Ric/Talon does as a Talon that he’ll be beating himself up about it forever, anyone wanna take any bets on if we’ll get a SINGLE character comforting or consoling him that it WASN’T actually his fault and he can’t blame himself for things he couldn’t have done anything about? Or are they all gonna just, yet again, pile on, and make him feel more guilty because of how THEY were affected as well?

Seriously, this is all just Forever Evil/Spyral 2.0, all over again. Yet again, Dick’s screwed by a massive, life-altering plotline that RELIES on nobody really giving a crap about him in universe, or at least not demonstrating this....because it REQUIRES his family to be absolute shit at looking out for him in any meaningful way, in order for it to even exist.

And its so frustrating because this is the kind of bullshit fix-it fics are MADE for....BUT because its Dick, and so much of fandom just implicitly accepts canon’s take that Dick is the only responsible adult in the entire Batfamily and thus the only one who is responsible for things that go wrong, ever - that’s how that works, isn’t it - there won’t be all that many fix-it fics, just like there weren’t after Spyral, where the majority of the aftermath fics were about fans not being satisfied with canon in the sense that they wanted MORE of an apology from Dick, MORE remorse for ‘what he did,’ MORE acknowledgment of HOW he’d fucked up and hurt them all.

Like, thanks, I hate it.

Sidebar....but anyone else notice, that be it in canon or in a majority of fics.....that the ONLY time Dick’s family ACTUALLY manage to respect his wishes and do what he asks of them, like, oh so conveniently happens to coincide with the times where respecting his wishes means they don’t actually have to do anything at all?

Like Bruce, who again has trouble respecting his kids’ boundaries and privacy practically any other time....was more than willing to respect Dick’s desire for distance from him after Bruce took Robin away, fired him, adopted Jason, all of that.....which was super nice of Bruce except oh wait, huh, kinda also meant that Bruce never had to be the one to make the first move to mend fences with his kid, apologize for what he did, ASK Dick to come home, any of that, huh? Nah, respecting Dick’s desire for some distance from him THIS time meant Bruce got to just sit on his ass and wait for Dick to be the one to come home, to apologize, to try and make things right.

Rinse and repeat after Bruce threw Dick out in the wake of Jason’s death, when Dick came to try and grieve WITH Bruce.

Rinse and repeat multiple more times, and with other characters too....who always put up a fight when Dick asks for something or expresses an opinion and they’re so sure they know better, but the second Dick expresses a demand for space....oh sure, that they can do, they can let him go off and do whatever for as long as he wants, no big deal, happy to accommodate. (Ironic that there are so many lines and headcanons and fics about the Batfam’s diehard belief that Dick is the one person they’d all go APESHIT over losing or being hurt or any of that - when time and time again, canon bears out that actually, Dick is pretty much the only member of the family they’ve all proven they’re more than capable and willing to live without him in their lives).

And now, yet again....Bruce, who couldn’t respect Dick’s wishes when Dick BEGGED Bruce not to make him fake his death, send him away, make him do the Spyral op....Tim, who EXPECTED better of Dick, expected Dick to know that you can’t just do something or let something happen when you know it’ll hurt your family or let them get hurt, just because Bruce told you to, or someone said you had to, even when you felt it was wrong....Jason, who PUNCHED Dick because ‘you don’t just do that to family,’ you don’t just let them grieve or feel abandoned or leave them on their own without you when you can actually do something about it....Babs, who he DISAPPOINTED YET AGAIN by ‘letting himself be talked into’ something he felt was wrong instead of doing what he should have known was the right thing to do, the right way to do right by her....

Somehow, ALL OF THESE PEOPLE are just....fine with respecting Ric’s wishes in ways they’ve never bothered respecting Dick’s. They’ll leave him alone, let him do his own thing, because that’s what he wants, see.

It has absolutely nothing at all to do with how it also just so happens to be the option that’s less hard on them too, to not have to be around this man who looks so much like Dick and yet isn’t them, to not have to struggle with remembering what it is or isn’t okay to expect of him or to hold against him for things he doesn’t remember, to not have to TRY to build a new connection with a man who expresses no interest in building one with them, because see....they never had to TRY before with Dick, because with EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM.....

DICK DID THE WORK. Dick was the one who reached out and TRIED.

Even when - ESPECIALLY WHEN - they didn’t want him to. Didn’t make it easy for him. Made him WORK for every scrap of ground he gained with them, before they actually HAD that connection, the one they don’t have now.

And that’s the part that pisses me off the most. Yeah, we’ve seen this story before. Ric will become a Talon, Dick will become the scapegoat, he’ll apologize for everything he didn’t do and take responsibility for all the things that should’ve been done, nobody will say a damn word about what THEY could have done differently or take responsibility for how HE might feel about any of this going down, that might’ve been prevented if more people had insisted on more of a presence in his life, whatever form that took....

And ultimately things will go back to normal, as Dick will eventually settle back into his expected place in the Batfamily of being the emotional support call center, no outgoing calls allowed while on active duty, which is 24/7 for him. And most Batfam fans who aren’t Dick stans specifically will go right back to expecting that role for him, because that’s never stopped, even when he’s not actually around to fill that role. Business as usual.

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crypterion-moon · 6 years ago

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Red Prince Eternal /2

A/N: Continuation of part 1

Warnings as before

Summary: They’ve done it. Tim has completely rejected them and now, there’s no crying over spilled milk. He sits patiently, watching time pass by, but fate won’t ignore him forever and a new presence will disturb them all.

Damian was standing outside in the dark. Tim knew, hard to ignore that intense staring the magically passed through walls, or maybe Tim was just that perceptive. He was tired, a whole night of hacking, as fun as it was will do that to him, but he opened his window anyway.

“What is it Damian, it’s late.”

His eyes changed, the expectant look in them shifted to one of shame with the apology left unsaid but clear in his bright green eyes. Tim would be touched if his cold heart could feel anything now, and Damian knew that. He blamed himself and his family for their neglect, their misjudgment.

“Nothing, I just cam by to make sure you weren’t up to no good,” he said muttering. Tim smiled, aww, the little demon was concerned for him, stubborn brat is stubborn even in the face of his mistakes. Protective in his own way, but he was the only one who know he made them so Tim will spare him the sharpened tongue.

“Get going or Bruce will start getting suspicious.”

“He won’t know where I am,” Damian protested.

Tim scoffed, “Only because I hid your tracks, move along.”

Damian turned to leave, just shy of the edge of the circle of light coming from the street lamp, just then stopping and looking back at Tim.

“You’ll come to the manor soon, won’t you,” he asked, suddenly all innocent and childlike even with the uniform and mask that it took Tim by surprise. He had to pause and recover for a moment.

“Maybe, maybe I will.”

It was his way of saying he won’t ever. Not even for Alfred.

The suggestion was there, but Tim didn't want to see any of them, Batman, nor Nightwing or whatever Jason. He’d been thankful that Dick and Jason had stopped coming to his house, he was beginning to tire of hearing them say empty words to him, especially Jason who tried to bypass the door.

Oh yes, they’d made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with the ‘wannabe’, they had more important work to do than to even entertain the notion of a budding hero. What? He wants to help, he can start by staying out of the way. How very nice Jason, too bad you can’t take those words back.

Sorry Tim, but you’re not cut out for this. Why? Because he wasn’t strong enough? Smart enough? Tortured enough? What Dick, what is it that makes me worthless?

Get out of the way Drake, you’re enough trouble as it is without having to look after another imbecile, I’m more suited to the role than you ever could be. Because of what? Your heritage? It’s all about that isn’t it?

The nightmares, or dreams, or reminders as Tim liked to call them, were incessant. But they did the job. His world different now, one he built for himself, he was a hero no more and he preferred it that way. Damian, the dear brat, had somehow grown attached to Tim suddenly had the bright idea to ask him personally to join them, suddenly springing the question on him. Politely, Tim refused.

There’s no reason for them to change their mind, Tim certainly won’t.

So he continued his work. Alone in the big Drake residence, wrapped in comfortable silence and coffee, secrets of all kinds are valuable when you pry them from unsuspecting people. Blackmail, deadly and everyone wants in on it. He can do that. For a price. An unsightly life but it was the reason he’d built for himself, the will to live without relying on anyone, especially not on heroes. If he wasn’t going to be a hero, then why not take advantage of the unsightly demand out there and make a bit on the side. A bit meaning a lot more than his parents could hope to make in a week. From the vengeful victim to the highest ranking criminal bully to a mob leader, he’ll cater as long as they don’t ask questions.

One warning, pry too far into his life and he’ll pry back and spill your guts. Pay or you get nothing. Go too far and you can kiss your comfy life goodbye. Tim has eyes everywhere where his little makeshift hero persona had none. No that goody-two-shoes hacker title belonged to oracle now.

He’d chosen to be ruthless, neutral and perhaps that little boy he once was would’ve been appalled at him now but Tim didn’t care anymore. Not when Bruce, Dick and Jason viewed him as nothing but trouble and no amount of guidance or effort would convince them otherwise. They pissed all over Tim’s whole hearted work, his admiration, his love and desire to do good. It left him vulnerable and he nearly did die once. Good old Joker though, he had to thank the bastard. That was a nice wake up call, for Tim and rather late, for them as well.

Ah, Damian. He beat Tim up once when the crazy kid found him once, believed he was a bad egg before he did his homework. It hurt, almost just as much as their distrust and rejection. But having him show up now with nicer things to say was, flattering. Tim’s not sure when Damian realized he might’ve been wrong.

They can knock as many times as their hands can bear it but that stays strictly closed. It’s more important to love and protect oneself than waste that on another. He won’t throw his one life to the wolves, endanger himself for others no more. And heroes always foolishly throw themselves into fire, so Tim will have nothing to do with them. He can apologize to the poor souls caught in Gotham’s life when he burns in hell.

He met a Super, Superboy to be exact. To be frank he already knew a whole lot about the half-kryptonian. Kind of difficult not to when this hybrid was tied with two major figures, names like Lex Luthor and Superman attract a lot of attention and with Tim having ears and eyes on the net, it wasn't hard to dig out info. Connor 'Kon el' Kent was a very funny kind of guy, well as funny as it can get when whizzing poor frightened Tim a few hundred feet up in the air where he'd never been so high up before.

He didn't expect to end up being saved by the budding teen hero, then again, he didn't expect to be caught in some strange hostage situation by some amateur criminals who'd realized they hadn't thought their heist too well through. He had his drones ready to cause chaos on the idiots before Superboy came crashing in and causing said chaos. He did the job though. Not before they'd dragged Tim, because rich men's kids are always prime targets and one of the not so dumb criminals had done his homework. The whole thing came down to them getting pummeled by Superboy and his friends faster than they could say 'I have a gun'. Out of desperation and panic but mostly panic, the guy holding Tim had him thrown right off the building. Which wasn't fair really, he hadn't built drones big enough to help with falling situations. He'd shut his eyes when he felt himself fall into something solid but warm and somewhat soft and comforting.

Yup, it was Superboy himself. Of course just to show off, he zoomed off higher into the sky with Tim with a stupid grin on his face. They flew around for a while mostly for the young hero's amusement before he finally set Tim down. Tim hadn't imagined how talkative the teen was.

Too many jokes, too awkwardly charming in his own way. Stupid muscle-head, Tim thought, stupid stupid Tim for getting all flustered in his arms.

He was willing to forget it except, Kon was not.

“So, uh, that was fun,” Kon said, Tim threw him a look, trying to control his mess of hair.

“I'm glad you enjoyed that, somehow,” he said sarcastically, “I'm pretty sure this happens everyday.”

“Flying all the time gets old after a while, but you kinda made it funny, guess you've never gone flying before?”

Tim shot him a toothy smile, “No one in their sane mind has ever gone flying.”

Kon laughed. It made Tim a bit embarrassed and quite annoyed, but the hero didn't seem to mean any sort of ill, his laughter was genuinely warm and full of enjoyment.

“Man, you're funny, smart kind of funny.”

“It's called wit.”

Kon grinned back at him when his friends, Wondergirl, Impulse and the rest of their team appeared. Wondergirl called to him, rather annoyed and dying to go back to their headquarters while Superboy held them back.

“Hey, what's your name?” he suddenly asked. Tim raised an eyebrow at the question. Why would a hero ask some civilian for their name he'd never see again.

“Tim. Drake.”

“Oh cool. So that big house on the hill-”

“Mansion.”

“-Uh yeah, that's yours right, cool, mind if I stop by sometime?”

At this, Tim was very surprised and confused. His mind screaming at him, no no no, definitely not while some other part of him said, that's great, this is good. In his internal conflict, he somehow managed to say 'oh, okay'. Much too his logical brain's dismay.

“Awesome, I'll see you soon.”

And with that, Kon was gone, up in the air and off with his team. As Tim contemplated his situation, he imagined somewhere in his mind, that a part of him would have loved to be part of that, to be one of the heroes and fighting alongside them as a team. He'd have made a name for himself, helping in exciting missions doing things he'd always dreamed of and making friends with the people he'd once looked up to. But that was all in the past now, he'd given it up for his life now. Soon, he was sure, Superboy would tire of his boring nature.

He came, time and time again, hanging out like a pair of normal kids, sometimes, he'd bring the others along. Cassie, Tim had observed, held deep feelings for her reckless team mate. He avoided talking too much about him with her, but otherwise they were actually a great bunch. Impulse, Bart, was restless, a side-effect of his abilities, same as the flash. Raven was reserved but caring. Beast boy, secretly crushing on Raven, was just as, if not more so than Kon, full of jokes. They each and all had their wonderful sides. Tim felt so awful in their presence, no doubt, oblivious to what he did in the shadows.

They were seeing too much of him. He was negative, brooding and sarcastic but that never seemed to deter them. Especially Raven, seemed to see right through him, while the rest must have been immune to negativity because he continued to have strange guests over. Not that his parents would care, they were gone so long and so often.

Birthdays, holidays and Christmas' were no longer a one man ting for him, disturbingly, he couldn't bring himself to dislike it. Soon, like an idiot, he revealed his skills, helped them in secret with their battles, before the cat got out of the bag. The Titans came to rely on his 'MAD WIZ SKILLZ' as Beast boy put it, and soon, it was like he was part of their little team. He tried to push them away, but they persisted, for some reason drawn to him as he found himself drawn to them. Like a moth to a flame, especially to Kon. The half-kryptonian held some strange admiration for Tim and it was began to show as the worked together more and more. The light touches and strong embraces were starting to affect Tim the more time they spent together. This couldn't be happening. Tim realized to his horror, the relationship was deepening beyond his control. No mister, no thank you, this hero business is supposed to be temporary. Tim was drinking double the amount of coffee, more than what is considered healthy or sane with the stress his predicament was causing.

“Hey, where are your parents? I never see them around,” Kon asked one dreaded day. Tim considered the answer for a while before giving it.

“They don’t come home often. Mom and Dad are both busy, you know, with their jobs. Archaeology, there’s a lot of travelling involved.”

“That’s pretty bad, I mean, what about Christmas or your birthdays? Not even for them?”

Tim shook his head, “Not even for them.”

He should be bitter, if it was somebody else, some other child and their mom or dad forgot, they’d be throwing tantrums. But it’s always been this way, so many times even Tim’s forgotten. If it weren’t for some nagging reminders from the various maids and housekeepers they hired, he’d have forgotten about Christmas, Halloween and so on. Sometimes, even they didn’t remind him, so he went on, living each and every day the same way. Routine. He could live with that, it’s what he’s used to.

Uncharacteristically, Kon gave him the look of a dog put out, and when Tim asked, he only responded by throwing his arms around Tim and giving him the tightest hug anyone had given him for a long time.

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure we celebrate them all with you.”

‘We’ being Kon and the Titans, as it turned out from then onwards. Tim didn’t mind.

Most of the time, he didn’t care, didn’t react. A smile is natural, and can mean a million different things, it’s okay, everything is fine, I don’t really mind, whatever, politely go away, I guess this is nice. But those were his good days. On his bad days, Tim locked himself in. Tried to smother himself in his bedsheets. Curse them as well, they were as close to a hug as he’d get alone. Some twisted part of him wanted a knife, a bullet in his chest. Pain anywhere but inside of him, clawing its way out. He wanted out. Sometimes even the unsightly work he did, couldn’t chase the feeling of neglect away and those days, he’d remember the exact moment ha gave up. Yes, heroes are for idealists, and a kid, a weak one like him would never fit in.

Those bad days, sometimes Kon would find him, curled up trying to hack his lungs out. Sometimes sobbing, sometimes screaming. What a broken thing. No good.

But he’d feel the warm touch, the soothing strength gently lifting him and holding him until he stopped shaking. He was so cold compared to Kon. What did the young hero ever see in him? He could only see his broken, jagged edges, designed to cut himself and others. Still, Kon never left and the warmth as well as the odd feeling that progressed beyond fondness spread through him, stepping into dangerous territory.

Something happened, and it was all wrong. Quite frankly, it was putting everyone on edge. Damian did well to locate the drop point the thugs were supposed to be waiting. A whole cargo of arms and heavy weapons for Black Mask. Batman wasn’t surprised, Jason, Red Hood now, had dealings with the criminal spearhead, and they were many. But something was wrong, there were no men, no orders being yelled in fact, it was far too quiet for an operation like this.

The shipment should be in the warehouse.

Batman pressed the device close to his ear, absolutely no communication was coming from inside. If the leader was on the phone, it would have been picked up on the frequency catcher. Could the gang have picked up on their presence? If so, there would definitely be more shouting but it was silent.

“Nightwing, Robin, take the back, Hood, make sure no one is leaving the perimeter, no bullets, you hear?”

There was a groan on the comms before Jason answered, “Sure, Bats, whatever you say.”

“I’m going in.”

“Be careful in there, I have a bad feeling about this,” came Dick’s voice, uncertain and betraying the note of fear.

Bruce didn’t answer as he slinked inside through the roof. Not a single light, not a single sound. But as he sneaked further down, closer to the floor, the smell hits him, and hits him hard. Blood, the pungent and overwhelming stench of blood and piss. He hesitates as his hand hovers over the flashlight before turning it on. What greets him is a scene that is familiar on the worst of nights, the stuff of nightmares, enough to make a man lose his lunch if Bruce didn’t discipline himself. It’s not only bloody, it’s a gory mess. The men, or what’s left of them in torn bits and legs, tossed about like broken toys.

“Dear god,” he whispered.

“Batman? What’s going on?” Nightwing called through the comms.

A blade sharp and resilient enough to slice through bone like butter as evidenced by one poor man’s head, halved like a gourd. Batman moved forward, guts squelching beneath his boots.

Eyes, hearts, tongues, gouged out, cut and torn, some were thrown against the walls, the crates were splattered with innards while, as Bruce investigated, some were clearly missing. The cargo untouched was left in the vehicles, the doors still ajar. They must have been busy unloading when this all went downhill.

Bruce’s eyes traced the floor. Not enough footprints, there should be many footprints in the blood, it couldn’t be done by just one person. No, not unless they were up against a new monster.

“They’re all dead, everybody stay alert out there.”

Batman looked up at the lights. All of them were busted, smashed, whoever or whatever this...thing was, they operated in darkness. Mask’s men don’t. But for a brief moment they must have seen the attacker, the flashlight that rolled at his feet now busted and shattered as well was evidence. He looked back down and met the gaze of a man in mid scream. One among many screaming faces right before they died, this wasn’t about seeing their enemy, something scared them witless before it ripped them apart.

If it was anybody else, they wouldn’t have noticed the three pairs of feet hitting the floor, silent as can be, the boys had trained well but not enough to escape Bruce’s notice.

“Oh my GOD!” Nightwing exclaimed the moment he turned his flashlight on.

“I...haven’t seen this kinda mess since the last slasher movie,” Jason said, his voice managing to not give way to his shock.

Robin on the other hand, had just lost his dinner. He’s used a sword on a living person before but it was all clean cuts and honourable deaths for him, not this horrific mess. Bruce regarded the boy with worry. Maybe he shouldn’t have let him come into the warehouse, and now he’s essentially contaminated a part of the crime scene. He’ll have to take care of that later. Nightwing busily patted and rubbed Damian’s back while the boy was recovering, while Hood and Batman began to search around for clues. Video footage if any was needed, with all the gore littering the floor and the shipment having been left alone, there was little to gleam from the scene.

“Looks like whoever did this wasn’t interested in guns,” Hood said casually.

They tried looking for any hidden cameras on the bodies though, nothing. There was a phone still in one man’s hand, slumped by a heavy crate. It looked like he was in the middle of trying to call someone. There was one other thing that might give away what happened in the warehouse. Bruce crossed his metaphorical fingers. He went straight for the operations room, the office where one would keep an eye on all the comings and goings in the office. There was paper and files left carelessly on the shelves and the screens lining the desks were off. He played the footage that was there but after the ten mark, the device was turned off abruptly. He grunted in disappointment, he knew there was a chance the cameras were deactivated to prevent their movements from being recorded, but he’d hoped they weren’t smart enough. As of now, they had a bigger mystery on their hands than Black Mask’s secret smuggling operations and more than likely, once Mask hears about this, he’s going to be pissed. Nothing else here, anything more and the police won’t be happy with the amount of tampering going on. Batman regrouped with the others, outside the warehouse. The street lamp, the only one that wasn’t shot served to highlight all four vigilantes. Nightwing was nervous and so was Robin, Hood’s face was hidden underneath the helmet but his body was tense. For once, the night was not kind, the silence was deafening and oppressive, it reminded him that there were other things, other kinds of fear waiting underneath her.

“Wait, what’s that?” Robin said, pointing into the distance.

All eyes turned to look and for a moment, they could see nothing but the water, the moon reflecting over it. Then movement just at the surface drew their attention, a small shape broke through the surface. Barely visible in the darkness, it stayed floating, almost motionless. Then rose higher, a face still indistinguishable but indeed a face, blue eyes shining brightly and it was staring right at them. Something about those eyes was familiar and yet alien to them and, as Nightwing and Hood began to tremble, it unsettled them all. The moon seemed to shift as the light fell on it gradually. Midnight black hair, blue eyes and a straight nose, young and mature, a young man with knowing blue eyes that once held a child’s admiring light. He dove under the water just as Bruce felt himself reach out for the phantom. Vanishing beneath the ripples. Only now noticing the blood trailing on the ground.

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