#Damian tells one of others to be ready to record

[bluerosefox]

Uncle Damian Mode ACTIVATE

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

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

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

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

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

[teamchasezwrites]

Tell Me When You’re Sober

Word Count: 7,634

Characters: Damian Priest/OC

Genre: Pre-Romance

Tags: Dirty Talk, Friends to ??, A Libation or Two, Pre-Relationship, Drunken Confessions, Hurt & Comfort

Summary: The drunken confession wasn’t exactly unwelcome…

Author’s Note: Hoping to write a sober follow up in the near future.

Damian Priest shouldered the arena door open and stepped outside. The crisp fall Boston air slapped him in the face, causing a shiver to motor through him. He tugged the neckline of his black leather jacket further up his neck to fight against the chill the low temps brought. Luckily he’s lived in the north for many years, so he was used to the winter cold. Not that he particularly wanted to be hanging outside in freezing temps.

It wasn’t a long walk to his rental in the private parking lot. Then he’d be inside and on his way to the hotel where he planned to take the hottest shower he could stand in hopes the water would soothe his sore muscles. Then he would crawl into bed, find something mindless on television to watch before he fell asleep. Tomorrow, he’d be heading toward the airport and home to New York City to get ready for the upcoming holidays.

Raw was a double taping that night, recording next week’s episode as well so the talent and crew could spend time with their families leading up to Christmas before the bustle of live shows littered the days between Christmas and New Years. He was actually looking forward to the days off the double taping afforded, especially after his work tonight.

First he had a match with his current nemesis, Finn Balor. Their match happened in the last hour of the show. The match was nearly twenty minutes to make up for a scrapped match between Pete Dunn and R-Truth. He heard Pete was having an issue with a muscle spasm and to play it safe, they decided to just ax it. In order to make up the time, his match got extended.

Which was fine. Both he and Finn worked so well together. They threw everything at each other; challenging each other during the match and they were actually able to pull the crowd back into their feud. He knew the fans were getting tired of him and The Judgement Day constantly being at arms. So was he. They were all ready to move on to other storylines. The New Year was set to do just that and he couldn’t wait.

His match with Finn ended in a disqualification as Dom and JD interrupted. He ended up on the ground with his former friends over him victorious. He was comforted by boos raining down on them. For the taping of next week’s episode, he attacked JD in a backstage spot. The scuffle drew Finn and Dom of course. Multiple security guards and referees pulled them apart. To close out the show, he was in a six-man tag team match. Him and the War Raiders versus Finn, JD, and Dom.

This time, he ended the night with his hand raised in victory, but damn was his body feeling it. A hot shower and Ibuprofen was on the agenda tonight.

Damian turned the corner as he pulled keys from the pocket of his black jeans. He was almost to his car when he heard a sound. His steps faltered and slowed, tuning his ear to the sound. The parking lot was well lighted unlike some arenas he performed in. Some everyone made sure to never leave alone. Just in case.

The sound came again and he realized someone was crying. His brows furrowed and he followed the sound. She was standing with her back to him and the parking lot, leaning against the concrete barrier separating them from the access road. He wasn’t sure who it was, until the bowed head came up revealing the brown mass of wavy curls.

Cassie.

The ‘Queen of Hearts’ wrestler spent the majority of her career on the Smackdown roster. It wasn’t until this past year where she was traded to Raw during the draft. One of the few wrestlers who actually changed shows. She was shy and a little naïve and a lot introverted which was a little funny considering their profession. Rhea’s extraverted self eventually wore her down. Cassie hadn’t stood a chance.

That’s how he became enraptured by her.

Shy at first with everyone but Rhea, Cassie eventually warmed up to him, Finn, and Dom. Rhea would make Cassie sit with them when they were in catering. She would squish into their rental to go back to the hotel. She’d hang out in the locker room with them. She’d hang with them while they checked out the various cities.

During this time, Damian slowly found himself catching feelings.

“Cassie? Are you okay?” Damian asked softly as he walked up behind her.

Cassie froze at the voice. A quick tinge of fear rushed through her initially, not expecting to hear a voice. Recognizing Damian’s voice, her body relaxed. She stuffed her phone in the pocket of her hoodie and swiped her fingers beneath her eyes, erasing the evidence of her tears. She took a deep shuttering breath as she fought to settle her emotions. When she felt she was okay, she turned around to face Damian.

“Hey,” Damian took a step closer. He gave a quick perusal of the area, but didn’t see anyone or anything to warrant suspicions. They were alone. He could just make out the tear stains on her cheeks. The wet eye lashes. A rush of protectiveness swarmed him. “Did something happen? Are you okay?”

Cassie nodded. “I’m okay,” she said softly, sending him a small smile that wobbled as more tears threatened. “Just family stuff.”

Damian nodded, relaxing the vigilant stance he held. “I understand that. Holidays don’t make it any easier either.”

She snorted. “I figured not being back home would leave me out of things but…” she huffed as tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m pulled in the middle anyway. I just…” her voice broke and she lifted a hand to pinch at the corner of her eyes in an effort to stop the new tears.

Damian’s heart lurched at her tears and the way she hid her face from him. “Ah Princesa,” he dropped his bag to the ground and stepped forward drawing her into a hug. With their height difference, her head tucked under his chin perfectly. She didn’t wrap her arms around his waist like he hoped, but kept her face buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook with quiet tears, like she was ashamed to be crying in front of him.

He wanted to tell her to let go. He would shoulder her pain. She could lean on him as much as she needed. He would protect her. Everything would be okay; he would make sure of it.

But he couldn’t.

She didn’t know his feelings. He did a good job keeping them under wraps.

“Come on,” Damian said in a low voice when her tears quieted. Her breaths still hitched, causing her shoulders to jolt in his arms. “Let me give you a ride to the hotel.”

Cassie nodded and lifted her head as she stepped out of his arms. The cold penetrated her once again and she shivered. Her coat was back home in Philadelphia, not wanting to travel with it. Instead she relied on a hoodie if she went out, but with the double taping, the majority of her time was spent at the arena.

“Do you have your bag?” Damian felt the loss immediately. He forced himself to reach for the strap of his bag and not for her. He hooked the strap on his shoulder and reached for hers laying near the concrete wall. Once he had both bags, he nodded in the direction of his rental.

The ride was mostly silent, broken only by the low volume of the radio and her occasional sniffles. She never spoke and he never offered conversation. She sat in the passenger seat with her head turned to stare out the window. He wanted to offer a comforting hand, but her hands were both stuffed beneath the thigh of the leg she had crossed over the other. Her posture was definitely reading, ‘don’t.’

Damian just settled in the driver’s seat and tried to be content with the bonus time he received in her presence.

At the hotel, he pulled into a parking spot and grabbed their bags from the backseat. She walked next to him, their shoulders brushing. In the glow of the outside lights, he saw her eyes were dry and he was thankful she stopped crying. He wasn’t naïve enough to believe her tears were over for the night. Probably waiting until she was back in her room alone.

Once they were inside the lobby, they made their way to the elevators. The car was waiting and the doors opened immediately. Inside he pressed the button to the sixth floor and looked at her expectantly. “What floor are you on?”

“Four,” Cassie answered. Her face burned in embarrassment at falling apart on him. “Listen Damian…”

“Hold the door!”

Cassie’s words were cut off and she quickly reached a hand out to stop the doors from closing. Then was pushed out of the way as Sonya, Shayna, Zoey, and Zelina filed in along with their wheeled suitcases. She was herded to the back next to Damian as the four women situated themselves on the elevator.

“Hey!” Zelina greeted her with a smile. “Great match tonight!”

“Thanks,” Cassie smiled as the door closed and the elevator began its assent. She was part of the tournament to crown the first ever Women’s Intercontinental Champion. The opening round was a bunch of triple threat matches. She wrestled tonight with Iyo Sky and Natalya to air during next week’s episode. It was supposed to be Kairi, but she was taken out with an injury after the other three women in the elevator attacked her to set up a feud between the Pure Fusion Collective and Kairi’s Damage CTRL. Iyo eventually won.

It was a bitter pill to swallow since she was supposed to win, but swerves happened all the time. She just hoped Creative had something for her in the New Year.

The elevator dinged before she could comment on Zelina’s own triple threat match. As the other ladies started to clear the elevator, she glanced at Damian, who was silent the whole ride. She sent him a smile, still embarrassed to have cried on him and reached for the bag he still carried. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime.”

Damian’s low voice wrapped around her. Their fingers brushed as he handed her bag to her.

Damian wanted to keep her near him longer, but he had no idea what to say. He wished Rhea was with them. She could draw them both to her room for whatever and takeout. With a small wave of her hand, he watched her follow the rest of the wrestlers off the elevator leaving him alone. As the door closed he caught their conversation.

“Hey, we’re going out in about thirty. There is this really great bar Zoey wants to check out. Wanna come?”

“Well I don’t…” He could hear the hesitation in her voice and held his breath when Zelina practically begged Cassie.

The doors close and the elevator rose, but Damian could still hear Cassie giving in.

*~*

Almost one am and Damian was still wide awake. All he could think about was Cassie’s tear filled gaze. He hadn’t wanted to leave her alone, but couldn’t think of an excuse. Plus he didn’t want to do it in front of an audience. He didn’t have the kind of friendship with Cassie as he did with Rhea. If he caught Rhea crying in the parking lot, he would have gathered her in his arms, herding her back to the hotel, and take her back to his room. He would have ordered take out and put a movie on.

He was also still wide awake because she went from tears in the parking lot to being drug out to a bar. He wasn’t sure how close she was to those girls. Would they watch her? Make sure she didn’t drink too much? She was obviously hurting…

He didn’t even know if she was still out. For all he knew, she could already be back and fast asleep unaware she was the reason he couldn’t sleep.

Blowing out a breath, he rolled over and reached for his phone. She was a grown woman. He didn’t know why he was so worried. She probably went out a lot of times he didn’t know about. He didn’t know why tonight was any different. Maybe it was because he couldn’t erase the image of her tear stained face looking up at him with tears clinging to her lashes. Couldn’t erase the feel of her body against his even as hers shook with sobs.

Browsing Instagram, Damian saw no new posts from her except the previous shared post promoting her upcoming triple threat match airing next week. Disappointment set in as he watched her match from backstage with Rhea. Rhea yelled at the TV, while he sat quietly keeping his thoughts to himself. He would have laughed at Rhea’s excitement for Iyo’s victory and the anger at Cassie’s loss if he hadn’t been gutted for her loss at the same time.

Another universe he would have been waiting in Gorilla for her to appear.

No postings of the night’s bar trip were from none of the other girls either.

Damian told himself he just wanted to check on her, make sure she was okay. He didn’t know how she reacted to emotional issues. Sometimes he went out and got trashed. Sometimes he picked up an unknown woman for a night of fun. Other times he shut himself up in his apartment or hotel room and brooded ignoring everything and everyone.

Did she do the same? Was she out there getting trashed before stumbling back to her hotel room? Was she picking up some loser who didn’t deserve to even stand in the same vicinity? His hand folded into a tight fist at the thought. Before he could stop himself, he was sending a text to Rhea.

‘U up?’

It took too long for his liking for Rhea to answer him

‘No.’

Damian snorted at Rhea’s answer.

‘Can you find out where Shayna, Zoey, and the rest went tonight?’

The dots appeared and disappeared a few times. Damian understood. While friendly, the newest female faction wasn’t who he normally spent time with.

‘Why?’

Damian wondered what Rhea really wanted to say before she settled on the simple noun. Now he was left with having to explain why he wanted the information. Rhea wouldn’t let him get away with anything less than the truth. She wouldn’t believe he was just curious.

‘Cassie went out with them.’

‘Ahhh…’

Damian waited for the teasing to come. He was sure Rhea didn’t know about his crush, but maybe she did.

‘Why in the world would she go out with them?’

‘She was upset. Family stuff I guess. I caught her crying outside the arena when I left. Brought her back to the hotel with me where they snatched her up.’

‘You let her go???’

‘What was I supposed to do? Tie her up?’

‘A little drastic. That would probably scare her away. You gotta hide your crazy until it’s too late.’

Damian grew antsy but Rhea’s next text was the name of the bar.

Armed with the information, Damian stood up and dressed in the same clothes he’d taken off just a few hours before. Making sure he had his wallet and room key, he snatched the rental key from the table and left his room before he could talk himself out of going.

It didn’t take long before he was parking his car a block away from the bar. The bar was packed given the late night hour and it being a Monday night, but who was he to judge. The holidays tended to have that affect on people. The music was loud. The conversation louder. The sound of balls breaking signified a pool table somewhere in the madness.

Damian’s eyes swept the room; meeting and dismissing many. They weren’t the ones he was looking for. He wasn’t here for a good time. He was here for one reason.

And that reason was tucked on the lap of some clean cut guy with a wide grin. Damian watched as Cassie downed the shot in her hand to the cheers of the table. Two other men egged her on to take another. He could read the looks exchanged between them just as easy as if their words appeared in a bubble above their head as she reached for the shot glass filled by the man whose lap she sat on.

His jaw clenched painfully, his molars grinding together. She wiggled on the man’s lap. His hands gripped her waist holding her steady and he knew he was pressing his cock into her ass. He wanted to send his fist right into the smiling face and break those perfectly straight white teeth.

Maybe he should have sent Rhea to save her.

Then again, Rhea might react worse than him.

The shot in Cassie’s hand lifted and her head titled back. In the same movement, the man’s hand reached up copping a feel of her breast. The fabric nearly pulled down to give a show to the table who were practically drooling over their own liquor glasses.

His feet moved, cutting through the patrons quickly. Satisfaction coursed through him seeing the eyes of the two men who didn’t have their hands in inappropriate places widen. Their laughter died suddenly as he stopped in front of them.

Anger rolled off him.

“Damian!”

Damian’s arms were immediately filled with a warm, wiggling, very drunk female body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed against him.

“Hi Princesa,” his lightened voice a direct contraction against the menacing look he was sending to the men behind her.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” She grinned as her arms fell from his neck to his chest. The muscles were hard beneath her hands and she curled her fingers into the skin. She licked her lips as she swayed toward him.

Damian couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he stared down at her. She was clearly very drunk. The red of her cheeks. The wide pupils. The slight slur of her words. The weight gone from her shoulders. Her muscles relaxed and languid. Copious amounts of touching. Her hands were all over him. Running up and down his chest, his waist and up his back.

“I just got here Corazòn.”

“Nice,” Cassie grinned, her hands moving to his back and she hugged him again. “I’m glad you came. I was hoping you would.”

The twinkle in her eye caused his heart to skip. “I’m actually your ride home…” Damian let the fib slip. He was certain he had hearts in his eyes as he watched her frown with her eyebrows drawn in confusion as she tried to decipher his words. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and that move caused his cock to take notice. ‘Down boy,’ he thought.

Cassie lifted her arm to stare at the watch wrapped on her left wrist. She stumbled on her feet and nearly went down until warm hands grabbed her waist. Looking up, her breath caught as she met Damian’s dark brown eyes. Her hand fell on his bicep as she straightened. Her body pressed against his, her eyes never wavering. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Damian grinned. If he wasn’t in love with her before, he was after that look. “You ready to go?”

“Where we goin?” Cassie grinned.

“Back to the hotel.”

“Okay,” Cassie turned back toward the table, frowning seeing it empty. The table was littered with empty shot glasses, beer glasses, high ball glasses, and a pitcher. The chairs pushed back from the table. She reached for the remaining half empty glass containing Bud Light. “I wanted you to meet my friends.”

“Maybe next time.” A single glare over Cassie’s head had them cutting their losses and scattering into the crowd. No doubt searching for someone else to talk into going home with them. He tried to find himself to care about the next unsuspecting girl, but he couldn’t. There was only one woman he cared about and she was currently chugging the rest of the beer in her glass.

“You sure we have to leave?”

Damian nearly gave in when she stared up at him with big doe eyes. Ready to sit in one of the vacated chairs, pull her down in his lap, and order a drink. He nodded his head and gently took her arm to lead her away from table and toward the front of the building.

As they reached the door to leave the bar, the bartender yelled, ‘Last call!’ to the disappointment of the many patrons. He drew her closer when they made it to the sidewalk. When she shivered against the cold, he stopped and slid his jacket off to wrap around her shoulders. She swayed on her feet, but didn’t fall. When her eyes met his, she sent him a smile.

In a different time… in a different dynamic, he would have taken her face in his hands and kissed her smiling lips.

“Come on Corazòn,” Damian wrapped his arm around her waist and led her down the street to his car. Their steps were disjointed with her inability to walk straight. Every stumble caused her to giggle and clutch him tighter with the hand around his back. He found it hard to care about their slow pace with her hand on him.

Reaching his car, he patted the front pocket of his jeans searching for the keys. His pockets were empty. He had a moment of fright before he heard the giggle next to him. Looking up, he saw her holding his keys in the air.

“Looking for these?”

The keys must have been in the pocket of his jacket. He reached up to take them when she pulled them away. The movement nearly sent her to the ground.

“Nuh huh,” Cassie laughed.

“Come on Corazòn, give me the keys so we can get out of here.”

“Where are we going?” Cassie clutched the keys in her hand, swaying toward Damian.

“Back to the hotel…” Damian’s eyes widened when she moved right into his space. Her hands pressed against his stomach. His muscles twitched beneath her touch. Her hands crawled up his chest to entwine around his neck and his breath caught when she pushed up on her tip toes.

“You didn’t even buy me a drink,” Cassie teased, scrapping her nails over the nape of his neck. His close shaved hair rough on her fingertips.

“Next time Corazòn.” Damian reached up to untangle her arms from around his neck before he did something stupid like kiss her. He was unable to stop from pressing a kiss to her knuckles as he slipped the car keys from her grasp.

When he unlocked the door, Damian helped her into the car. It was pure torture being this close to her – so pliant… so ready… but he would never take advantage of her. The seatbelt proved to be too much of an adversary and he took pity on her. He leaned down and pulled the seatbelt across her body. A shivered worked through him when he felt her lips on his cheek. Then nearly lost his balance when she nipped his ear.

“Behave Corazòn.”

“Sorry,” she giggled sitting back in the seat.

“You are trouble,” Damian clicked the belt in place and backed away. He shut the door and quickly rounded the front of the car getting into the driver’s seat. More of the bar patrons spilled onto the sidewalk and he wanted to get away before he was stopped by a fan.

Starting the car, he quickly checked the mirrors before he pulled out onto the street.

“What’s your passcode?”

Damian looked over at the question and saw his phone in her hand. The screen lit up with a number pad waiting for his passcode to be entered before the phone unlocked. “How’d you get my phone?”

“It was in your coat,” Cassie grinned. “Please?”

Just like that, Damian found himself giving her his passcode. ‘The minx,’ he thought as he chuckled. He hoped he wouldn’t have to do too much damage control with any messages she sent or posted to any of his accounts. Switching into the left lane, he put his turn signal on and stopped at the red light.

“Here, hurry up before it turns green!” Cassie held the phone out in front of her with her right hand and leaned toward Damian.

“What are you doing?” Damian asked, glancing at her.

“Taking a selfie! Hurry before the light turns!”

Damian shook his head, but he shifted in the seat to lean toward the center counsel. The camera was up on his phone. He smiled as she leaned even closer to him, her temple resting on his cheek. The light turned green as she was moving back to her seat. He hit the gas making the turn to head back to the hotel.

Cassie grinned as she pulled up his Instagram account and posted the photo.

‘Uber driver. Highly recommend. Five stars.’

“What are you doing?” Damian asked, hearing the giggles. “Corazòn, if you’re posting crazy stuff…”

“I’m not!” Cassie insisted. She drew up his messages and opened a new one. She attached the selfie and typed in her name. Nothing came up. She frowned. Erasing the name, she typed it in again, hoping her contact info would come up.

“What’s wrong?” The drive was quick in the dead of night. The hotel loomed in front of him.

“I wanted to send this to me, but you don’t have my number…”

“I don’t think so. Just put your number in.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” Damian asked as he was pulled into the hotel parking lot.

“I can’t remember it.”

Damian laughed as he pulled into the empty spot he vacated not that long ago.

“Oh!” Cassie shouted suddenly and typed in Rhea’s name. The text thread came up and she brought the phone closer to her eyes. The letters blurring in front of her.

‘Send this photo to me.’

’Cassie.’

‘I can’t remember my number.’

‘I think I drank too much.’

She giggled as she tucked his phone back in the coat pocket.

“You’re trouble Corazòn.” Damian killed the engine and climbed from the car. He made his way to the passenger side where he opened her door and helped her out. She swayed on her feet and he reached to steady her. “You good?”

Cassie nodded. The movement caused her vision to blur. Her hand clutched his bicep as she waited for the world to right itself. She blew out her breath and smiled up at him as they walked into the hotel. “What does Corazòn mean?”

It was Damian’s turn to stumble. His face heated in embarrassment. The endearment slipped out accidentally earlier and he hadn’t been able to stop using it. Her being impaired felt like a free chance to get away with something so innocent.

“Is it bad?” Cassie leaned against him as they stopped at the elevator.

“Is what bad?” Damian asked, buying time. The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. He kept her close as he hit the number 4.

“Corazòn? Is it bad?”

He cursed under his breath at her small voice. “No. It’s not bad. It means sweetheart.”

“I like that,” Cassie said as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. “Corazòn,” she repeated softly. A warmness flowed through her.

“What’s your room number?” Damian asked. When she stepped off earlier, he hadn’t noticed the direction she took.

“426.”

Damian turned them to the right and walked halfway down the quiet hallway until they came to her door. He watched as she started patting her pockets. The front of her jeans turned up empty. The left back pocket revealed her phone. A sobering thought went through him. What if she gave her room key to the douche at the bar? If that was the case, there was no way he would let her stay in her room. He’d take her to his… Rhea’s…

That would be safer.

He opened his mouth to suggest staying elsewhere when she finally produced her room key. She held it up triumphantly in her hand along with her driver’s license, and folded up cash.

“Success!” She grinned. She frowned when she noticed the cash in her hand. “I drank a lot for someone who didn’t buy a drink all night.”

Damian laughed. “I bet.”

He watched her struggle to keep her hand still enough for the keypad on the door to read the room key. He wrapped his hand around hers to hold it steady. The light turned green. He tugged the handle down and pushed the door open allowing her to enter first. For a moment he thought about letting it shut with her safely inside and he outside, but then she stumbled and fell into the wall.

Stepping into the room, his mind shouted he was entering a dangerous zone. He should leave her to her own devices. Have Rhea check on her in the morning. Obviously glutton for punishment, he stayed. He told himself he was only going to get her shoes off and get her into bed. Fully clothed. Make sure her phone was plugged in with an alarm set. Then he would leave and go back to his own room.

Maybe get her to take some Advil before she passed out. She would definitely be hating life in the morning.

“Are we having a sleepover?”

She looked so cute dwarfed in his jacket. Smiling, he shook his head. “No sleepover. I’m going to make sure you get in to bed.”

Cassie frowned at his words and Damian watched as she made her way forward to stand in front of him. He looked down in her eyes. Her arms once again entwined around his neck and she went up on her tip toes again. Her lips a whispered away. He knew he should step away but he couldn’t. His feet were glued to the floor. “You can…get in to bed with me…Corazòn…”

It was the whispered Spanish term of endearment. It made him weak. Weak enough to lower his head and brush his lips against hers. She tasted of alcohol and the spicy hint of cinnamon. Her lips were soft and pliant. When he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, her lips parted with a sigh. He chased the taste of cinnamon in her mouth as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his body. His tongue stroked against hers, exploring the cavern until he knew it as well as his own.

He withdrew his tongue and the noise she made in protest hit deep in his gut. Her hands clutched the front of his hoodie; the material gripped tight in her hands, pulling it hard across his chest. The whispered, wanton ‘more’ from her mouth caused all the blood to rush below his belt to his hardening cock.

“Damian,” she whispered pressing closer. She felt the hard cock against her belly. Desire pooled at her center and she clenched around nothing feeling empty.

“Cassie,” Damian murmured against her lips. His hands traced down her back over his coat to her ass. He cupped the globes, encased in tight jeans, in his hands and pressed her into his cock, manipulating her hips to move against him.

“I need you…”

Damian froze when he felt her hands at the front of his jeans, trying to work the button open and lower the zipper. He brought one of his hands to wrap around hers, stopping the movement. A low moan escaped from his throat as her hand pressed against his cock. Her fingers working in small ministrations unable to fully move her hand because of his hold. His eyes drifted closed. His free hand threaded through her hair, a much safer location than her ass. He pressed her against his chest as he breathed heavily.

“Please…”

It took everything he had to take a step back. Their hands fell from the front of his jeans. His cock pressed painfully against his zipper, begging to be released. “Wait…” Damian knew he needed to gather control quickly.

“I don’t wanna wait,” Cassie murmured, lifting her head.

Damian bit back a groan. Her lips were puffy and reddened from his kisses.

“I want you…” Cassie dropped her hands from him to slip her arms from his jacket. The leather jacket fell to the floor with a muffled thud as his phone hit the thin carpet. “I’ve wanted you for awhile…”

Damian’s eyes flared at the piece of information. He wished he knew it before he pulled her drunken self from the bar. He stepped back from her when she stepped forward and found himself with his back against the wall separating the room from the bathroom. She pressed a hand on his chest and let it trail down his body. The internal fight had him grabbing her hand just before it reached his cock.

“Let me suck you,” she whispered swaying toward him. “Please. I’ve dreamed about it. I’ve dreamt about dropping to my knees in front of you. Pressing my face into your crotch. Breathing you in. Mouthing you through your clothes before pulling the zipper down. Reaching in and baring you to me…” she licked her lips as her mouth filled with saliva as it would in hunger… and she was hungry. Could already feel the weight of his cock on her tongue.

Damian moaned, his eyes closing as his head fell back. His cock twitched in his jeans, eagerly wanting Cassie to do just as she begged. He wanted to let her fall to her knees in front of him. He wanted to hold his cock in his hand as he fed it to her. “We can’t…” The hardest words he ever had to speak.

“That’s okay. I got a list of things I want to do to you… with you.”

He was only a man. A weak man apparently. One definitely glutton for more punishment as if the night hadn’t doled out enough already. “What else?”

Cassie reached out and squeezed his bicep; the hard muscle hidden from view because of his hoodie. “I’ve wanted you to pick me up and fuck me against the wall. Hold me above your cock before lowering me until I’m impaled…”

“Jesus Christ,” Damian groaned. His cock championed that position. To rid her of those skin tight jeans and press her to the wall behind him. Lower his jeans just enough to release his weeping cock and send himself home with one thrust.

“I want to strip you naked. Lay you down on the bed and trace every single tattoo with my tongue until I get to your cock…” Cassie reached for his hand with both of hers. She maneuvered his fingers leaving his pointer finger up. She brought their hands to her lips, where she swiped the pad of his finger with her tongue. “Then I’ll suck your cock…” At his swift intake of breath, she drew his finger into her mouth. Sinking down on the digit in a lewd manner. Her tongue teased the underside as she withdrew. The finger fell from her mouth with a pop.

“I wanna climb on top of you and ride your cock… With your hands on my hips in a bruising grip. I don’t have tattoos, but I’d wear those marks proudly. I wanna sink on your hard cock, slamming down on you, taking you deep inside me. I wanna ride you until completion… coming apart on your cock. Then I want you to roll me over and take me from behind. Pounding in me, while pulling my hair. Taking what you need until you explode. Your cum deep inside of me.”

With his free hand, Damian reached down and squeezed his denim clad cock, trying to stave off coming. The bed was right behind her. He could tear off her clothes and toss her down. Mount her from behind; pistoning in and out of her until completion. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long.

“I also want to straddle your face. Press my pussy down on your mouth forcing your tongue to lick me. Feeling your tongue inside of me. You licking and sucking on my clit. Your arms hooked on my thighs not letting me go. You can’t breath, you’re consumed by me… the smell… the taste of my pussy…God you keep licking. My thighs are quaking until I’m screaming out your name coming all over your lips.”

Damian was nearing the end of his rope. He knew if he shoved his hand down her pants he’d find her dripping. A slight musky scent of arousal hung in the air. It made him want to be the one to drop to his knees and press his face against her center. Toss one of her legs over his shoulders, baring her to him. He wanted to lick until those thighs quaked. Lick until she coated his cheeks with her essence.

“I also want you to take me in the locker room or in a dark hallway at the arena… fast and quick and hard… your hand pressed over my mouth to keep me quiet because someone could find us…I want you to tie me to my bed and make me beg… beg you to kiss me. Beg you to touch me. To put your mouth on me. I want you to mark me. Sucking bruising bites on my skin. My neck… my breasts…my thighs. I want you to mark me with your cum. Watch you with your hand on your cock, stroking up and down, until you explode… your cum painting my body…” Cassie hummed, her eyes falling shut. “I want to watch you stroke yourself. Your hand moving on your cock. See the muscles on your arm dancing as you grip your cock. Your thumb swirling on the head through the pre cum. Watch you lick your hand for a better glide…those thick fingers wrapping around your cock.”

Cassie’s eyes opened and trapped his. “I need to feel those fingers inside of me. One… two… three… stuffing me full…” A breathy moan released from between her lips. “Damian…Corazòn… kiss me. Please…”

Damian could no more refuse the plea than he could stop breathing. With a hand cupping her jaw, he titled her head up as he lowered his. Their lips met in a soft kiss – a much softer kiss than he was feeling after listening to her describe what she wanted to do to him or what she wanted him to do to her. He could feel her trying to push it further, but he kept it light. Their lips moving together.

When she swayed, he broke the kiss and pulled her head to rest on his chest. He closed his eyes and blew out a breath to try to get a reign on his anatomy. “Let’s get you into bed.”

Surprisingly she gave no resistance. As he removed her black booties and socks from her feet, she never tried to hit on him. She stayed silent as he knelt on the ground, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. When he stood up, he reached for the black fitted long sleeve turtleneck shirt. Again, she simply lifted her arms over her head and allowed him to pull it off. His eyes gave a quick glance over the black lace bra before he averted his gaze. He didn’t need any more fodder for his late night activities but he would love to press his lips to the soft mounds encased in the lacy fabric. To tease her nipples through the lace drawing them into stiff peaks before he sucked on them.

“My shirt…”

Damian saw the black t-shirt thrown on the end of the bed and grabbed it. Then, like dressing a child, he pulled it down over her head. He stared in shock as the purple print came into view. It was one of his merchandise shirts.

Cassie giggled as she gripped the hem and pulled the shirt away from her body to straighten the fabric. “Rhea gave it to me as a joke. She knows how much I like Damian…”

Damian’s eyes flickered back to Cassie’s in confusion. Her eyes were glazed and he frowned at the far away look in them. The alcohol apparently had taken over her body. He knew from his own experience she was about ready to be gone from the world.

“But you can’t tell him.”

Damian chuckled softly at the secretive whisper in Cassie’s voice. “Why not?” He told himself not to push anymore. He picked his leather jacket up from the floor where Cassie dropped it.

“Because I know he doesn’t like me.”

“Why wouldn’t he like you?” Damian asked, interested to hear the answer.

“I’m dorky. I’m too short. I’m too shy. I like country music. I don’t really like going out. I like to stay home…” Cassie reached for her jeans, her fingers fumbling with the button.

“I have it on good authority that he likes you.” Already pushing the line, Damian reached out and undid the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. With both hands, he pushed the jeans down her hips. Stumbling a little when she decided to sit down on the bed. He knelt at her feet and pulled the jeans from her legs. His hands twitched to run up and down those smooth legs. From her small, dainty feet capped with dark purple nail polish, all the way up to her thighs.

“That’s what Rhea said…” Cassie fell back onto the bed on her back. Her eyes drifting shut. She offered no resistance when she felt her body being lifted and moved. Her head came down on a soft, cool pillow. Soon a blanket covered her body and warmth settled her. Her eye lids felt heavy – too heavy to open.

He was gonna buy Rhea breakfast in the morning. Damian grabbed her discarded jeans and dug her phone out of the pocket. The lock screen lit up showing a few notifications – from Amazon, The Weather Channel, SnapChat, and an alarm found, along with a text from Rhea.

‘Why are you texting me from Damian’s phone???? Did you finally tell him?!’

He smirked at the text. Toyed with the thought of texting from Cassie’s phone, but ultimately plugged it on to the charger next to the bed. He placed the other items from her jeans next to her phone before tossing the jeans over the open suitcase. Looking around, he realized it was time to go.

Before he left, he was unable to stop himself from leaning down and placing a kiss on Cassie’s forehead.

“I love you Damian.”

Damian’s breath caught at the whisper. The words warmed him from the inside out, settling something deep in his soul. Tilting his head down, his eyes met hers. Time and alcohol weighing heavily on them. “Cassie…”

“I do. You’re kind and patient. You’re fun to be around. Funny. Accepting. I love how you love your family. How you work hard and keep pushing no matter what Creative or life throws at you. You’re supportive. I love your friendship with Rhea. It makes me jealous at times and I wish I can be that easy with you. I love how you always smile when you see me. How you ask how I’m doing and about my family. I love your arms. I love how I felt safe and protected the few times you hugged me. Like nothing could ever hurt me when I’m in your arms. I love your smile and the way one side tilts up. It makes my heart skip a beat. I love your laugh. How you make me laugh. I love your voice. How deep it is. Your accent…I get butterflies. I love your eyes. They’re so expressive. How they somehow sparkle when you’re happy even though they are so dark. How they crinkle when you smile. They make me melt…”

Damian nearly jumped when he felt the caress on his hand. Looking down he watched Cassie’s fingers brush over the back of his hand.

“Your hands… I love the shape of them. The long fingers… the veins on the back. The amount of roughness on the palm. I stare at them often. Not just imagining how they’d feel on my body, but how they would look holding my hand. How it would feel brushing my hair away from my face. I love your beautiful skin – tanned and tattooed. How tall you are…and how perfectly we’d fit together despite the height differences. How strong you are… not just physically…you could shoulder all my worries and fears…”

Her voice grew softer and softer as she lost the battle with consciousness, but he never heard anyone more clearly. Damian had many relationships over the years dating back to his junior high days. None of them ever compared to what he was feeling right now. He felt complete for the first time in his life; like a missing piece had slid home. His heart felt full.

Leaning down, Damian brushed his lips against hers. He kept it soft and light and was surprised when he felt the small movement of her lips against his. “Tell me when you’re sober, Corazòn and I’ll give you the world.”

Click here to read 'Sober', a continuation of Tell Me When You're Sober

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 21-23

Damian:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wayne.”

“Wayne.” She replied in his same tone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Duke:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She turned to him,”Me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Late again?” Diana chuckled.

“Bathroom breaks.” Bruce replied.

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

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

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

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

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

“Grayson can you please stop with the dramatic.”

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

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

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

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

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

“But Alfre—

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

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

“I am thank you guys for coming.”

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

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

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

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

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

[hunterofartemis7]

Pt.10

Damain: well?

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

Jason; pregnancy hormones!?

Raven:…..

Kori: shit

Tim: you’re pregnant!?

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

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

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

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

Damian: *smirks*

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

Raven: thanks dick..

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

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

Very Nice doctor: Miss? Are you ready?

Raven: *nods*

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

Raven: no…

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

Damian: *staring her down like a hawk*

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

Damian: hm

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

Raven:..is that gonna hurt the baby?

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

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

Very nice doctor: how often are you throwing up?

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

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

Raven: *nods*

VND: are you on any iron supplements?

Raven: no ma’am..

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

Kori: are all these meds good for her?

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

Kori: okay.

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

Raven: yes!!

VND: *smiles* okay, lay down hun.

Raven: *lays down on the bed*

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

Raven: *flinched from the cold*

VND: sorry

Raven: it’s okay..

Damian: *holds her hand beside her*

Raven: *small squeeze*

VND: you ready?

Raven: yes

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

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

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

Raven:..🥹

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

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

Kori: 🥹 it’s so precious..

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

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

VND: you two are adorable

*meanwhile outside*

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

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

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

Cop:….i don’t get paid enough

[atlasthegreatest]

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

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

Word count: 2630

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonus:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[call-me-strega]

HBSD Extras: Happy Garden Friends!

~

Extra that takes place after chapter 6/7 of HSBD. Jason gives Damian those erasers he bought.

( Also, there are mentions of religion in the beginning. I'm just using some headcanons on that so pls no one upset or fight abt it. Let's remain respectful and if you don't like it you don't have to read it.)

ao3 version

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Sundays are a special day in the Wayne household.

Typically, people associate Sundays with going to church, but it honestly had little to do with it.

You see the Wayne's weren't a particularly religious bunch. Heck half of them aren't even Christian. Bruce was Jewish by heritage, Jason was (surprisingly) ex-catholic, Tim started Christian and ended up largely agnostic at some point during his time with the Young Justice, Cass held no affiliation, and Damian, who had a complicated multicultural background, chose to identify as Buddhist. Dick, Babs, Steph, and Duke were the ones who practiced to varying degrees. And nobody was really sure about Alfred. Anytime someone asked he'd get this lonely look in his eye and stare off into the distance. (And honestly what was that about?)

Regardless, the reason Sundays are special is because Sundays are Family Night.

Despite their turbulent past, Bruce is proud to say that he has dinner with all his kids on a bi-weekly basis. They don't even try to kill or maim each other anymore! Well- at least not usually.

Tonight seems to be one of those exceptions.

Bruce sighs as he looks at the commotion in front of him. When Alfred sent him to see if the kids had finished setting the table this wasn't what he thought he'd find.

Dick and Tim are pointing and laughing as Steph records Damian attacking Jason with a butter knife. Cass and Duke are giggling over some small plastic package while an amused Barbara watches passively.

Suddenly, Jason spots him and quickly runs to hide behind him. Bruce only has a couple of seconds to brace himself before an infuriated Damian is caught in his arms. He struggles against his father's arms trying to get to his brother so he can gouge his eyes with the dinner utensil.

Bruce swears he can feel a vein in his forehead bulge as he pushes Damian off of him and exasperatedly bellows out, "What is going on here!"

Jason peaks out from behind him and points at his younger brother.

"I thought I'd be nice and get my littlest bitty brother a back-to-school gift and the ungrateful brat attacked me!"

"Tch," Damian rolled his eyes. "Only because it was deserved. Akhi demeans me, Father."

Bruce raises an eyebrow at them. "Uh-huh, and what exactly is this gift?"

That's when Duke chimes in, "Oh only this pack of erasers!" He giggles tossing the package he was holding to Bruce.

Bruce catches it with ease. It is garden-themed with writing in bubble letters, clearly marketed for little kids. He reads the label: "PENTEL ARTS, Hi-Polymer Eraser: HAPPY GARDEN FRIENDS!" it proudly proclaimed. It was a package of those pencil topper erasers for kids. A quick examination of the back revealed more cutesy labeling showcasing images of all the little garden animals included in this variety pack.

Despite himself, the corners of Bruce's mouth twitched.

"These are good quality."

Bruce probably shouldn't be this amused by the look of betrayal that danced across his youngest son's face. His siblings resumed their laughter and Jason stuck his tongue out at him childishly, still hiding behind their father. Bruce gave the package to Damian and placed a hand on his son's head.

"Just accept the gift, Son. You don't have to use them if you don't want to."

Damian pouted, nodding begrudgingly.

"Now," Bruce said looking at the rest of his kids. "I believe you all were meant to be setting the table. I'd hate to tell Alfred it still isn't ready yet."

Bruce definitely shouldn't have been amused by the way his kids collectively paled, immediately springing into action to set the table in under a minute.

'48 seconds,' he mused. 'That's a new record.'

~

A few days later Bruce goes looking for Damian to call him down for dinner. He finds him studying in the library, those same pristine pencil toppers he vehemently protested just a few days before, now safely attached to a number of pencils Bruce knew his son kept in his bag but never used.

Ah, Bruce really loved his family.

~~~

Please enjoy this extra I wrote in between studying for finals and totally not bc I was procrastinating.

[ladytauria]

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

you’re right nonny it so is

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

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

>> AO3 <<

Jason hasn’t been sleeping well.

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

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

He misses Tim.

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

Knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready to go, Tim?” Bruce asks.

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

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

Jason almost doesn’t register the silence.

Then—

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

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

That’s one way to announce their relationship.

[ 50 types of kisses ]

[edgessunflower]

Special Birthday

For @brideofinfamy

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Damian makes your birthday special from beginning to end

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

[sardonic-sprite]

Part 4 of Dad!Tim AU!

(Thanks for reminding me Q /gen)

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

Part 1

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

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

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

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

"MOTHER!"

"Talia! What the hell-"

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

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

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

"Except to redress grievances, Detective."

"You wanna talk about *grievances?*"

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

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

This is why Bruce is glad Jason is at home

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

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

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

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

Damian makes another very odd noise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The assassin scowls.

But they all melt away, conceding defeat.

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

They go home

Part 5

[intercoursefluids]

BMFBMLBME Chapter 21

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please just promise.” She whispered painfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marinette let out a sob, her shoulders shaking violently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will you marry me?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” He asked, peering up at her.

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

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

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

She turned, kissing him softly and returning his hug.

“I love you, Damian.” She whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marinette laughed, pushing his hair out of his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dick Grayson:

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

Jason Todd:

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

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

Damian Wayne:

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

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

(Chapter One)

So,👏

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rest either look like Tim or someone else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eight. Bucks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It's one thing for Bruce and Dick not to remember him, and it might actually be a plus not to know Damian. But Tim? Danny let go of the ropes around his wrists. He got them loose an embarrassingly short time ago.

"Ho-ow,"

He couldn't hide the shakiness of his voice. His throat felt like he'd just swallowed a handful of sand. His eyes also felt like they had swallowed sand, but whatever the eyes equivalent of that would be.

"How, c'canyu not," he took a sharp breath and wiped at his eyes. "Remember me?"

A hand touched Danny's sholder. It wasn't just any hand. He could recognize this one under any circumstances. He didn't bother looking up. He just pushed forward into his twins' arms. It was easier to breathe with him there, even with all the cologne stinkin' up the room.

It was hard to tell with how blurry his vision was, but Danny knew Bruce was scowling. Tim broke protocol, and he's going to be in trouble for it. Danny could also tell that the blurry mass of colors next to the door is Damian, ready to attack if something happens. And the slight hint of blue over by the computers is Dick, looking up Danny's information.

Tim held Danny tight until he was breathing slowly again. With how messy Danny's hair had gotten, they looked even more alike. Aside from the mask and eyecolor

In a split second, between Danny closing his eyes and opening them again, things changed. Instead of the cave, he seemed to be in a warehouse. It was just him, standing in the cold and Tim trapped in a green transparent bubble in front of him.

Danny blinked again. This time, he was in a cobblestone room, with moving tapestries on the walls and an old man floating beside him.

"I don't feel a heartbeat!" Tim yelled. Dick was beside him in an instant. Shortly after, Bruce came in with a first aid kit and a defibrillator. Damian stayed outside, insisting that this was a trick.

Suddenly Danny's eyes shot open, he took a deep, shocked breath and disappeared.

Bruce and Dick stepped back in disbelief, but Tim stayed put.

Danny sat in the middle of the room, staring down at his hands. He wasn't wearing gloves before. And these tight pants. He looked around. Bruce and Dick are in the box, too, but they're not looking at him. In one of the glass walls, Danny spots his a reflection. It's his face, but he's wearing Tim's outfit and mask. He reaches up to touch his face. He has Tim's slightly more rounded nose and attached earlobes. Their eyebrows are different, too, but they're under the mask right now. Slowly, Danny gets up. As expected, the others barely react. Danny doesn't just look like Tim anymore. He is Tim.

"-anything like this?"

Oh, they were talking.

"No, none of the records he mentioned exist." Dick sounded serious. "But I checked the school records. You are paying for one extra tuition, with no name attached. So it could be supernatural... or an accounting error."

Tim would never make such an error. Danny would know, he's tried to get away with things like that.

"Well?" Bruce was looking at Danny now.

"What?" Crap. That's Danny's voice, not Tim's. They sound similar, but no way would any of them not catch on. He ran straight for the door, easily sliding through Dicks fingers when he cought him, and locked them in. Guess he has Tim's handprint, too.

"Tim, Danny, what are you do - Damian!"

Danny didn't even know he'd done it until Dick shouted. But he couldn't deny the evidence. Against the glass wall lay his youngest brother, still and bleeding. He bent down beside him, ignoring Dicks profanities, and pressed Damians emergency button three times. Someone else can help.

On the way to the waterfall exit, Danny tripped hard. That's gotta be the most embarrassing way to leave a room full of ninja. Lucky for him, Nightwing just thought him a list of new profanities.

Danny sat back upbut he only managed to fall back on his back this time. He pushed himself up only to see, he didn't trip at all, his left leg, below the knee, is fully in the ground.

What the heck? This isn't one of the caves security features. He pulled and pulled, but it wouldn't come out. Note to self, make a security feature like this. He stopped struggling and tried to feel around for a switch or something. He didn't find one, but the ground spit him out anyway. Actually, it was more like getting oozed out or squeezed out. Like his leg was the contents of a pimple.

A mystery for later.

Danny snagged Red Bird on the way out. It's not like Tim was gonna use it.

You'd think riding a motorcycle wouldn't come naturally, but it was like Danny's body was on autopilot. Or, rather, Tim's body. Danny didn't even have to think about where to go. If it had been up to him, he would have left the city, but no. Instead, they ended up by the harbor. Danny took a quick break to remove any tracers on the bike and tying them to a stray cats collar.

A nearby warehouse was the perfect place to start his investigation. Now, if only he could figure out how to get out of his brothers body.

I was thinking of those prompts where Danny is placed (most of the time by Clockwork) into the Batfam. Danny believes he’s been there the whole time and it’s after Bruce comes back from being trapped in time so they chalk it up to time shenanigans. Also, Danny is now Tim’s twin.

Warnings: some language

Danny skips down the stairs leisurely, headphones in to some rock song Damian would hate.

The Cave is damp and cold, as usual. The music blares out the sound of his sneakers tapping as he walks. He waves to B’s back as he continues on to the work bench. The project he had started the day before was still there.

One of the grapple hooks was lagging so he was fixing it up and added a few more safety measures on the device. His brothers were using this, he wanted it as safe as he can make it.

Behind him he hears a voice over the music, interrupting his work after only about half an hour. He turns and sees Bruce looking at him with a raised brow.

Danny pulls out an earbud.

“Huh?”

“I thought you were going to visit your friends?”

Danny thinks back to the last conversation he had with his dad. It had nothing to do with his friends actually, it was about his stupid English test and how he was going to call Jason if he could help tutor him since he was so hopeless.

“No, I’ll see them on Monday.”

“Monday?”

Danny pauses halfway to putting the earbud back in his ear.

“Yea? At school?”

“School?”

Bruce stands to step closer to him but still at a distance.

Danny rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“Are you just going to keep repeating what I say?”

His dad looks him over critically. Danny pauses his music and takes out the other earbud.

“Did you change your hair?”

Danny reaches up reflexively to pat down his bangs. If anything he probably needed a haircut soon.

“Um, no? Are you okay? When’s the last time you slept?”

He tosses his headphones on the workbench but keeps his phone in his hand in case he needs to call someone.

“I’ve recovered,” Bruce dismisses. Like his year long trip in the time stream could be easily forgotten after a few months.

“Sure,” Danny agrees anyway when they both know he doesn’t agree.

“Tim,” Bruce sighs.

Danny immediately presses the button on his ring three times to alert the others. The computer beeps and the man turns to look at the screen. Danny grabs the closest weapon — a screwdriver — and holds it behind him.

Only Alfred, Damian, and Duke were at the manor. Hopefully backup would arrive soon.

“What were you doing, Dad?”

Not-Bruce freezes and then relaxes. It was only a second but Danny noticed. Any of the Bats would have, they’re trained for it.

“Just going over reports,” Not-Bruce replies with a smile. A smile.

His grip on the tool tightens.

“Which reports?” He tests.

What was he doing? There’s no telling the kind of information this imposter got a hold of.

“The Bennet case.”

Danny moves. Casually, he takes a step to the left, where the more heavy duty weapons were stored. The man matches him threateningly. Danny stills.

“That was solved over a month ago.”

There was no reason to look at a case from a month ago that was solved and closed. Bruce would have no reason to look at something like that, especially since it was Tim who solved it and submitted the report.

“By you,” Not-Bruce says in an odd tone.

He was getting Tim and Danny mixed up. Nobody in the family gets them confused anymore. That only applies to outsiders.

Danny tenses, ready to bolt toward the weapons. Not-Bruce is fast to intercept, but Danny is smaller and more agile.

He dodges and goes to stab the man in the leg when there is a prick to his neck that makes him stumble. Not-Bruce uses that opportunity to disarm him and slam him into the floor. It’s jarring, but the sedative is already working its way through him.

He blinks twice before everything is forced to black.

He knows he’s tied to a chair before he’s even fully awake. There’s been numerous kidnappings and training exercises that had his hands and feet tied down to know exactly in what position he’s in and for how long depending on how numb his limbs are.

He’s still in the Cave because he can feel the damp chill and hear the faint chattering of the bats. There’s a barrier though. Along with how hard the chair was he knew exactly where he was.

The containment cell is tucked away in a separate cavern. It had thick microfiber see through walls and a single chair with restraints.

The imposter put him in their own cell.

Danny is positively livid with the disrespect.

“You’re awake.”

Danny jerks his head up.

Oh thank the Ancients, his twin is here.

“Tim,” he breathes. “Okay, I know this looks bad, but trust me. It’s Bruce. He couldn’t tell us apart. Something’s wrong. He’s not himself.”

Tim is silent for much too long, just staring at him. He’s in his uniform like he just got back from patrol when Danny knew he had been in California with his team.

“Just talk to me,” he demands. “What’s going on? Where’s B?”

Tim’s mask narrows.

“Why should I trust you?”

Danny blinks wide.

“Why should- okay, first of all, screw you. Second, now is so not the time to be petty with me. I already apologized for messing up your photo shoot. I even made up for it, so legally you can’t be mad at me anymore.”

“My photo shoot?”

Danny rolls his eyes. This seat was getting uncomfortable.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Stop being such a jerk. This is serious. I’m telling you something is off with B. Did you guys check him? I hit the emergency button.”

Danny can tell his twin raises a brow at him.

“You hit the emergency button?”

“I literally just said that. Do you listen at all?”

“I was just confirming,” Tim shrugs it off.

“Whatever. Tim, I think there’s someone else here. I got hit with a tranq. Someone is in on this. And can someone please get me out of these? I’m not the problem here.”

Unfortunately, Tim does not get him out of his bonds. He just stands there watching him until he turns on his heel and leaves the cavern where Danny can’t see.

“What the- Tim! What the hell, dude?!”

Danny wiggles in his seat, but the more thrashing the more it hurt. Instead he sits there for a while, just tracing the rock and counting, until someone comes back in.

It’s Dick. The one big brother who he can always count on to at least be there.

“Hey there,” he smiles through the glass.

“Dick, what is happening? Tim isn’t listening. Did you find Bruce? Why am I in here?”

“Yea, Bruce is here. He’s safe. I saw the tapes. It looked like you were going to attack him,” he reasons gently.

“Yea because something is wrong with him. Maybe he’s compromised or mind controlled or something. You need to investigate. He needs to be cleared,” Danny insists.

“Okay,” Dick nods. He squats down to get comfortable outside the barrier instead of going to find Bruce though. “What made you think he’s compromised?”

“He kept confusing me with Tim!” He emphasizes because just the thought is outrageous. “He hasn’t done that in years. Yea maybe a mix up when he’s not paying attention but he was looking right at me and called me Tim. And he kept asking me these weird questions, like he had no idea who I was. Something is wrong.”

Dick puts a hand over his lips in thought, clearly going over something in his head.

“I’ll be right back,” Dick rushes out the door in a flash.

Danny’s jaw drops in protest but no words come out. He yells in frustration instead.

No one was listening to him! They were all freaking him out.

Maybe this was training. Like on their sixteenth birthday. It’s similar to what happened then. So what is his next course of action?

“You make it sound like we should know you.”

Danny finds his little brother in the shadows, lurking by the entrance. He’s also dressed in his vigilante attire, just like Tim and Dick.

“Damian, could you stop being a little gremlin for two seconds?” He glares at the younger boy.

“Answer the question.”

“It wasn’t a question,” he snarks back.

Damian grinds his teeth and Danny smirks nastily. He wasn’t in the mood for sibling rivalry right now.

“Who are you?”

Danny’s expression twists.

“That isn’t funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

A cold dread settles in his chest. What if it wasn’t a training exercise?

“You know who I am. Stop playing games.”

“You say you’re not Tim. Claim you’ve known Father for years.”

“Damian.”

Bruce steps out followed closely by Dick and Tim.

There is a cold sweat on his brow now. Danny’s heart is beating loudly in his ears. He can feel the panic in his chest.

He wasn’t like the others. He didn’t go out to fight crime. He just trained with them because they all knew he needed to know those things to live in their life.

He wasn’t prepared for something like this.

“Guys, you’re really freaking me out.”

“Answer the question.”

No one defends him from Damian’s demand. They all look at him with caution, like he was the enemy. A stranger.

“You know me. What are you guys talking about?”

When no one answers he’s close to a damn panic attack.

“It’s me. Danny. You know? Tim’s twin. I’ve lived here since me and Tim moved in when we were twelve. Please tell me this is just training. You guys didn’t- didn’t forget me or something, right?”

Something in Dick’s expression looks unsure, but they all are withdrawn and completely in their roles. They weren’t acting like family.

“Prove it,” Tim commands.

Danny can’t believe his ears.

“AN-4729,” he recites the emergency code to prove authenticity they all know.

He can tell they recognize it, but wait for more.

“The sun shines in the east,” is the next security code to show safety.

Danny can tell it’s still not enough.

“There’s a file of me on the computer. Tim has pictures of us since childhood hidden under the floorboard under his dresser. My room is to the left of Tim’s. Inside the closet, in the ceiling, is a box. Inside the box is a medallion. It holds my entire life. You could also call Mr. Fox. I work with him often. I’m his favorite. I’m even on the payroll. Or you could just Google Daniel Drake-Wayne. I’m sure I’d pop up. Or call Gotham Academy since I’m enrolled there and everyone has seen Alfred pick me up and drop me off. I have a Christmas stocking with my name on it. My picture is literally all over the manor. I know the ins and outs of all your equipment and tech. The password to the Bat computer is 35G4s@2b-“

“Okay,” Dick gently interrupts. “I think that’s enough for now.”

Danny can feel how wet his eyes are. He stiffens his upper lip as Alfred would say so he doesn’t show how much of a disappointment he is to fail this test. Because this has to be a test. It has to be.

“Tim, you and I could always tell when we’re lying. We call ourselves our own personal lie detectors. So… am I lying?”

Tim studies him hard. His twin looks into his eyes for longer than it should take.

“I don’t know.”

And Danny breaks.

[5rozebub5]

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

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

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

for example:

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

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

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

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

Bruce: Tim

Tim: hm?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bruce: What.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bruce:…

Dick:..?

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

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

Dick promises that it was just the two things

Bruce is not reassured

[stormikitty]

I'm scrapping the original first chapter of The Missing Piece. I don't like how it turned out, so I wrote a new first chapter that I like better.

So, here's the new chapter one of my Batfam and Danny Phantom fanfic, The Missing Piece, which was inspired by "We came to this world together" by @random-ramblings0300 or Cloudy_with_a_chance_of_feels on ao3.

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Chapter 1

Damian stared at the social media post in front of him and couldn't believe his eyes. The picture was posted by a girl he followed who was also a social activist for animal rights. This post was a photo of the teenage goth girl with two of her friends at the zoo. There was something in this picture that didn't seem possible to Damian though.

No. Not something. Someone.

One of the boys next to the goth in the photo looked just like Damian.

If it weren't for some key differences, Damian would have assumed it was a clone or something like that.

The boy had lighter skin than Damian, and blue eyes instead of green. It was hard to guess how tall the boy was just from the picture, but he was skinnier and less built. He was skinny enough that he looked malnourished.

But Damian only knew of one person his age who would look this much like him with lighter skin and blue eyes.

Was it possible that his little brother was alive? Could it really be Danyal in the photo?

"You Okay, little D? You've been holding your breath and staring at your phone for a while," Grayson said in a concerned tone.

Damian was reminded that he was in the living room with Grayson, Todd, Drake, Brown, Cain, Thomas, and Father.

He took a breathe and said "I'm fine," before walking away. He had work to do.

He should probably tell Father about Danyal, but he wasn't sure how to. If he told his father that he had a twin, he would also have to tell him that he had killed said twin. He wasn't ready for that conversation. He didn't think he could talk about Danyal without crying anyway. And Damian would NOT let anyone see him cry.

Damian would eventually tell his father and the others, but right now he had to figure out if the boy in the photo really was his twin brother in the first place. He started by checking if the girl had tagged her friends in the post. She had.

Damian clicked where the screen said @Astro_Haunt, and sure enough, the account page that popped up on screen was the one he was looking for. The boy went by the name Danny and was apparently quite interested in astronomy. It was most of what he posted about.

Damian did further research and hacked a few records and found out that Danny was adopted by the Fentons at the age of five (2 weeks after Damian and Danyal's battle to the death), had an older sister who was adopted by the same people when she was two, had amnesia at the time he was adopted, and went to a school called Casper High with his older sister.

He also found out that the Fenton parents were ghost hunters.

Damian soon started looking into school records and found out that Danny had been a straight A student until his freshman year of highschool, in which he started being late to classes or skipping them entirely, got mosyly C's and D's on his report cards, and showed up with concerning injuries that he wouldn't explain.

That was worrying.

Conclusion? This boy and Danyal were more likely than not to be the same person.

Damian had to tell his father. But how? Perhaps he could somehow convince his father that they should take a trip to Amity Park. How Damian was going to do that, he didn't know.

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Chapter 2 is already written too, but I'm not gonna post it until I finish chapter 3.

[thx-immortal-harxm]

Chuckling at Kyle's request to see them kiss, Michael walked over to where the journalist was laying on the futon in his full naked glory. The actor smirked at him, his thick fingers hooking the waistband of his underwear to join him in his nudity. "How would you know if us kissing was better than the three of us kissing together? Like I said, you're being far too greedy, Mr. Kyle. Having two handsome, powerful men kissing you whenever you'd like, and that's still not enough to satisfy you?" he rumbled with amusement.

Michael dropped his remaining article of clothing, letting it fall to the floor as his heavy bulge was exposed. A heavy set of balls and his throbbing cock sprung forward, swinging between his legs in its full glory. He made his way over towards where the journalist was reclining his head, letting his cock slide along the other's biceps and shoulders. "I'm afraid the two of us just aren't that attracted to each other. We've been friends for some time. A long time. So knowing what the other man is thinking isn't too hard. And while I would much rather prefer kissing you and making out with you until you're breathless and panting and mewling and begging for more, I will only kiss Damian if we both get a reward from you turn. This is, after all, our moment together with you. Shouldn't we get something in return for fulfilling your requests?"

The actor had set his phone to the side, only letting it rest on the side table beside the futon. He was certainly grateful for the photo of Kyle's tongue out, perfectly framed between their two heavy bulges. Michael was going to keep that photo for his own personal keeping, but also wanted to keep the device close in case there were any angles he wished to record a video for him later. "You know, a pretty face like yours really ought to consider being a model," he hummed as he dragged his thick cock head along Kyle's cheeks and lips. Michael stood at one end of the futon, letting the full length of his girthy pipe rest against the other man's face as he stared down at him with a devious glint in his eyes.

As the two of them were talking, Damian had also discarded his last bit of clothing. His size was certainly nothing to scoff at either, and while he wasn't quite as long as Michael, the CEO made it up for his pure girth and thickness. "That's what I've been telling him. But then again, I wouldn't want to share such a handsome face with the rest of the world. Imagine Kyle getting all famous and popular with everyone else, and he has no need for us anymore," Damian hummed as he walked over to the other end of the futon, where the journalist's legs were bent and spread to offer him a proper view of that perky, bubble butt.

"Oh, already so eager and needy for us? We can't have you exploding just yet," Damian smirked as he carefully gripped Kyle's ankles and pulled his legs up so there was some space on the futon for him to climb onto. The CEO knelt on the couch in front of the other man, letting Kyle's legs fall onto his broad shoulders so his legs remained in the air. "Although I suppose seeing how many loads we could get out of you could be a fun challenge for tonight. I don't think any of us are in a rush to get out of here any time soon," he murmured lowly. Damian let his hardening cock slip up between the younger man's inner thighs. The flared cockhead slipped up between Kyle's ass cheeks, poking and prodding at the other's hole as if to tease him about the size that would soon slide in. "Michael, pass me the lube in the table drawer beside you. As eager as you are, Kyle, we still have to get you ready. I want this to be pleasurable, not painful."

The lube was soon passed over, and Damian was spreading a hefty coat of slick jelly over his own cock and his fingers that were starting to press and push inside of Kyle's hole. The CEO offered very little warning; he tended to take things as he wanted. And with Kyle's aching need for them, he wasn't planning on holding back his desires anymore. Damian's hunger soon ended with him slipping in one finger at a time. He wriggled in one thick digit after another, waiting for the journalist to grow accustomed to it before he slipped in another.

In the meantime, Michael had already gripped the base of his cock, holding the lengthy and veiny member steady. He pressed the tip of his leaking cock against Kyle's mouth, smearing those pouty, pink lips with a glistening coating of his pre-cum. "Open wide, love. This is the view you'll wake up to and fall asleep to every day now," the actor purred lowly.

Kyle's attention shifted between both men one more time as he listened to the CEO's question. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to see you two kiss to know if this was better," he answered, still not giving up on the fantasy of watching those two kiss.

The journalist noticed the shift of tone of Damian as he answered his question at which, he frowned. "It would be ok if you did," he added, leaving the part in which he would've added that they weren't his first threesome out, although that one was nothing like this one, this one is just starting and he is enjoying it so much more. "I just wondered because it almost seems as if you two can read each other minds, you complement each other perfectly and it's really hot."

Kyle listened to the CEO as he removed the actor's pants, heat running through his whole body as he pictured himself against one of the tables, Damian between his legs, fucking him as he eagerly takes Michael's cock into his mouth, the rest of the attendees watching them, admiring how both men make him his. Before the mere idea of it would've forced him into a state of panic, the journalist probably would've even walked away from the event, but at the state he was in thanks to the other's nakedness and lips, the idea didn't sound so bad, especially after hearing Michael agree with him.

The journalist looked up, his horniness taking over. "This view?" he asked, throwing his head back and sticking out his tongue in the middle of their bulges, posing for the actor's camera.

After the picture, he leaned against the actor's bulge as it was presented to him, his hands already moving up to try and unwrap it to corroborate if it was in fact bigger than Damian's but before he could do it, the CEO pulled him to the futon. His mind was too fussy to really process Michael's words, and too horny to think about the public showing as a bad thing.

Kyle thought there was no way he could get hornier, but he was wrong, he didn't know why but the fact that Damian was able to yank off his pants with one of his hands as he bossed him around got him really hot. If it wasn't for the fact that Michael was also there he probably would've jumped at the CEO and had him fuck him against the wall. Although, since both of them were strong maybe they could fuck him at the same time while standing with him sandwiched between them, an idea he saved away for the near future.

"Guys..." he added as he pulled his underwear down and stepped out of it, making his way towards the futon. "...I'm afraid I'm going to explode if we don't start touching each other, like right now, I just..." he ran his hands through his face, feeling like he was about to lose it thanks to the amount of tension his body was withholding. "...I need you so fucking bad." After those words, he lay against the futon. Damian's words indicated to him that he should probably kneel on it and present his ass to them, that way he would get a great view of the city thanks to the window, and he would see his new world as the CEO presented it. But the journalist lay against his back, his head close to one of the edges, his legs bent and spread, ready to welcome any of them between them. The CEO was offering him the world at his feet, and while it was a powerful offer, all Kyle cared about was both men. In that position, he would be able to see them, he would be truly watching his own definition of his new world.

"What are you guys waiting for?" he asked, one of his hands trailing down his hairy chest to his cock, wrapping his hand around it, and starting to jerk it at the sight of both men. "Get naked and come over here, give me that view Damian's been talking about."