#Damian will stay small you can't change my mind

[yeetus-feetus]

Duke is a much smaller Duke one day, he's lost all his memories beyond the young age he is now and he's scared and confused.

He doesn't know where is. But then there's Tim, his Robin! And suddenly everything is ok.

The bats have no idea what's going on, but Duke refuses to go to anyone but Tim. He's also a little ball of energy bouncing off all the walls, and Tim is SO tired. "Robin- Tim, come play tag with me!"

One night Tim ends up passing out at his desk, a sleeping Duke cuddling into him on his lap.

Except when Duke wakes up Tim is small too.

And he doesn't remember who Duke is!!

So Duke reintroduces himself and Tim let's himself be dragged downstairs to the actually Batcave!

Bruce is looking at them in absolute astonishment, they're so small!!

Damian laughs at Tim's smallness and Tim gives a cold glare. Maybe age can't change some things.

"where are Nightwing and the new Robin?" Tim asks.

"I'm Robin."

"no, I meant Jason!" Tim huffs and crosses his arms. Ah, he's so young he still believes Jay is Robin.

Duke is still clinging to him, but Tim can't bring himself to mind all too much.

Bruce doesn't know how to handle these boys, between a hyperactive Duke and an absolute menace Tim.

Dick tries to help, but even he can't keep up with the mischief and shenanigans they get up to together.

"dick pick us up!"

"yeah! Pick us up pick us up! And swing us around until we get dizzy!"

"again!"

"again!"

It's time to bring out the big guns, and by that they mean calling Jason over to the manor.

Tim settles immediately, but Duke remains overly weary around the large man with guns strapped to his thighs. He's kinda scary.

But Tim likes Jason well enough. At some point he ends up cuddled up with Jason who's stretched out on the couch, and Duke is just a little bit jealous.

"hey stop hogging him! Tim is mine," Duke pouts.

Jason raises an eyebrow at the boy, and Tim tilts his head. "You know there's enough room for both of us up here, right? Jason is a lot bigger than he used to be."

Duke considers this. "Mm okay, but only because you're up there". And he climbs up into Jason's lap to cuddle into Tim's side.

It's calm for a moment, until Duke starts to fidget, not able to stay still for too long. Jason let's put an annoyed noise and looks at them over the top of his book. "Would you quit it I'm tryna read here".

"what are you reading?" Duke asks.

"Macbeth."

Tim scrunched his nose up. "Why are you reading that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of school", and Tim catches something in his tone that Duke absolutely doesn't.

"it sounds silly. Will you red it to us?"

Jason looks at the both of them for a very long moment before signing. "Sure, but you've gotta stay still, your knees are already in my ribs."

The three of them all end up falling asleep like that, tucked into the lounge and curled up together.

Except when they wake up in the morning, Jason is scrawny little boy, even smaller than Tim and Duke.

Tim explains what he can to the tiny Jason as Duke sneaks some snacks from the kitchen cupboard for them.

Cass catches them stuffing their faces with junk food and squeals. "Three baby brother's now!" And scoops them all up as the quick and try to squirm away.

"gotta tell B"

"wait who are you exactly?" Jason asks.

"big sister", Cass smiles and pets his curls.

"no way! Really? That's so cool, I've never had a big sister before", he exclaims.

Cass carries all three of them down to the Batcave because she's so strong and awesome! And Jason can't believe he ends up with such a cool sister.

"Batman!!!" Jason shouts in pure excitement, and Bruce turns around and almost cries.

Because look how small!! Oh baby Jay lad!! So precious and smol!

"I think the de-aging syndrome may be contagious", Tim speaks up. "You should have us all properly quarantined until you can find a cure."

quarantine is fun, for Jason and Tim at least (tiny Tim is plotting revenge on whoever caused this, Jason is reading and occasionally shouting at the characters). Duke can't stand having to stay still in the same one room for so long.

idk where this is going, but consider this awesome 3am idea of mine

[eiralunaire]

Damian Wayne proposes to Reader on the seashore, but it may not go as planned.

The sun was setting, and the sky above the beach seemed to be painted in warm shades of orange and pink, blending softly with the blue hues of the sea. Damian and his girlfriend walked barefoot along the shore, with the sound of the waves breaking at their feet. The night was perfect, and Damian had chosen this place not only for its beauty, but because he knew it had a special meaning for both of them. They had shared many laughs and memories on that beach throughout their relationship.

At one point, Damian stopped and took her hands, looking at her with such an intense expression that she, who knew him better than anyone, noticed there was something different in his gaze.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, a little intrigued.

He gave a slight smile, but instead of answering, he slowly got down on his knees in front of her. Seeing this scene, her heart began to beat at a frantic pace. The mix of excitement and nervousness left her speechless, and in a matter of seconds, her eyes filled with tears. She was sure what was happening, but actually seeing him, seeing him kneeling in front of her, made her overcome with emotion.

Damian took a deep breath, searching for the perfect words. "Since I met you, my life has changed in ways I never imagined," he began, his green eyes locked on hers. "You are everything I never knew I needed. You are my balance, my peace, and my madness, all in one person. I can't imagine a future without you, and I want you to be with me… forever."

He pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a ring that sparkled in the evening light. "Will you marry me?"

She brought a hand to her mouth, trying to contain the nervous laughter and the tears that were already rolling down her cheeks. Her happiness was so great that she could hardly stay still. She had barely managed to say "yes" with a trembling voice when, in an impulse of pure joy, she turned on her own axis, both from excitement and amazement. But the excitement was so strong that she lost her balance on the sand and fell backwards straight into the waves.

The water enveloped her in a second, wetting her dress and her face. Between laughter and surprise, she tried to get up, but a small, stronger wave pushed her again, making her cough and laugh at the same time while trying to push her wet hair away from her face.

Damian, surprised by what he had just witnessed, froze for a second, with the ring box still in his hand. Then, he let out a laugh, completely breaking the seriousness with which he had prepared that moment. He walked towards her, extending a hand to help her out of the water.

"Well, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he commented, trying to maintain his composure, although the smile on his face was uncontrollable.

She took his hand, her eyes full of laughter. "I know, but... if anyone was going to ruin the perfect moment, it would surely be me," she said, laughing as she coughed lightly again from the small amount of water she had swallowed.

"How could I have doubted that?" he replied, helping her up. "You're the only person I know who could say 'yes' to a marriage proposal and, in the same action, almost drown."

She laughed even harder, running her hands through her wet dress. "Well, it seems only fair that our first moment as future spouses be a memorable little misfortune, don't you think?"

Damian rolled his eyes, but with an expression of tenderness that only she managed to bring out. "You are definitely unmatched," he murmured, approaching her to hug her despite her being soaked. She reciprocated the hug, letting the warmth of her body contrast with the coldness of the water.

"So, do you want to try again?" she joked, looking at the ring that was still on her hand.

He shook his head, amused. “No, I think this moment is perfect just the way it is.” Then he took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger carefully, this time with both of them standing and her clearly excited. They felt each other, knowing that even though the moment hadn’t gone as planned, it was absolutely perfect in its imperfection.

The two of them stood there holding each other, with the waves washing over their feet and the sun setting on the horizon. And from that day on, every time they thought about his proposal, they would remember the moment with a mix of love and laughter.

[joz-yyh]

Blighted Hearts - Ch. 7 (Preview)

SUMMARY:  The storm has past, but another brews on the horizon for not all are willing to accept Bigby's presence. This abomination is not like the others before it, as a certain someone will come to find out. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: T (violence / prejudice / swearing)

PAIRING: Abomination x Flagellant

WORD COUNT: 1,714

A/N: Continuing on from where I left off in the last chapter, recounting Bigby's first few days at the abbey. Mostly a cute and light-heated chapter, but not without a little antagonism.

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“You should have seen it, the storm,” Damian proclaims, exuberant in his recounting, “I am amazed he survived the trip here.”

“I can imagine. The rain was so loud, I had to stuff cotton in my ears,” Junia admits, “it's a wonder you could sleep so soundly Baldwin.”

The tall prince smiles, a glow about him that's radiant and hardy. “I find that the calamity soothes, drowns the mind with sleep.”��

“Speaking of, I told Bigby of the beds, but he was not there,” Damian laments, defeated by the discovery, “I fear he might have already left."

Junia shares in his disappointment. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious stranger. This “Bigby” character was all Damian could talk about, though it was a nice change from the rants about lash wounds.

“Oh,” Junia exclaims as they pass the dining hall, observing a peculiar addition to the space.

The vestal stops in her tracks, waving the two religious men back to her, pointing to their apparent late night visitor still strung out by the fire, blanket swaddled across his back.

“Is that him,” she whispers, dampening her voice behind her glove.

“It is,” Damian grins.

“He’s so small,” Baldwin remarks, dazzled by how his destitute form blends right into the wood.

“Poor thing must have been exhausted,” the nun pouts, “falling asleep at the table like that.”

Unanimous, they all share in her sentiment, the scene as adorable as it is melancholy.

"Shall I wake him," she asks, looking to her kin, “At least to move him to a proper bed.”

Damian and Baldwin both nod their approval, the vestal giggling in delight, her cadence cautious as she approaches the slumbering fellow.

"Um, hello," the vestal speaks lightly, greeting him from across the table, “good morning, sleepy head.”

Still drowsy, Bigby blinks, coming to. The cloaked figure in front of him is a blur, the sights and sounds of his surroundings still so new, the catalyst for his explosive response.

The lad jumps up from his seat, hugging the blanket to him, backing himself against the wall in ardent terror.

"Shh, it's OK. I won't hurt you, she soothes, distraught by this unexpected reaction. The vestal lends him a sympathetic eye, never knowing another soul be frightened of her before. 

“Damian told us you came with the storm last night. Can't imagine how terrible that was. You must've been very brave.”

Damian, he remembers that name. Bigby stares, trying to calm his raging heart, recognizing her round features from the portrait, the woman residing just beneath it now.

“Oh yes, how rude of me. I am Junia,” she continues, a gloved hand laid across her chest in introduction, “This is Baldwin and of course you've already met Damian.”

She indicates the two men standing behind her, the leper the biggest amongst them all, his likeness much more imposing than his artistic depiction gave him credit for.

His gaze then falls on the flagellant, lingering on him, breaths settling down, defensive stature receding at his cognizant appearance.

“Hi,” the lycan offers weakly.

Junia giggles, charmed by his cuteness.

“How long will you be staying with us,” she asks, drawing his focus, hoping to promote friendly conversation.

“Um … I–I am not sure,” he deflects, inching further away, huddling around his numerous protective layers.

“Oh, then where is it you’re coming from? Is it a village? Someplace near or far?”

“Junia, please give the poor boy some air to breathe,” Baldwin interjects, sighing at her slew of questions. The girl had a tendency to ramble when exhilarated.

“Oh yes, please forgive me," she says, blushing in embarrassment, covering her mouth in self-reflection, “It’s not often we get such excitement.”

Her apologies do nothing to change his mind. If anything they spur his retreat.

"Perhaps, I should be on my way,” the abomination says, skirting around her, bound for the exit, “the storm has passed and I do not want to impose more than I already have." 

"Is it true," Damian cuts in, stepping forward, "you will not be staying for prayer?"

Upon this revelation, the leper and vestal look toward their comrade, the uncommon expression of forlorn persistence on his face, then next to Bigby, distressed and wavering in his stance, awaiting now the turnout of this delegation.

“Seems I forgot,” the nomad says, looking away from their baited trifecta, weighing his options over.

He could still refuse, make up some excuse as to why he can't attend, but it wouldn't be fair to treat kindness with scorn, the guilt alone would destroy him if he left now.

"I suppose I can stay for a bit," he agrees, quiescent compared to the grandness of such a large room.

Hearing this, Damian beams, the sun on a field of dandelion flowers and suddenly Bigby feels warmth in his chest as if it we're truly the peak of summer's eve.

“That makes me everso glad,” the vestal cheers, “Mass is going to be extra lively today!”

“Before that,” the leper interjects, sliding in front, addressing their guest, “Would you care for some breakfast?”

The wolfboy’s stomach gurgles loud enough for the entire group to hear, a binge of laughter ensuing from the religious folk, Bigby betrayed by his own body, but that was nothing he hadn't experienced before. 

“I knew you looked too skinny,” remarks the strapping armored man, “What would you like?”

Not like he can deny their hospitality now.

“Anything is fine,” Bigby smiles, head canted, a hedge of humble brows.

“Then we will share what we have,” Baldwin declares, eager to put some meat on his bones.

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Despite the violence that waged throughout the night, Reynauld awoke with a spring in his step, a fervid tune on his lips to match the birds and sunshine, the melody of his whistle spreading throughout the luminous halls as he dresses, readied in armor.

The abbey's walkways are lined with his footfalls, as is routine for him, making the extra effort to inspect the stonework of his home for any damages that might have arisen, and to his amazement, there were no broken windows, no holes to patch, no flooded basement to sop up.

Breakfast was already laid out for him as well, the others blissfully absent from the dining room, the knight able partake in all the spoils at his leisure while the rain dries from the trees outside.

Humors full, the knight returns to finish his rounds, reflecting upon how utterly splendid, almost picturesque this day was shaping up to be – well, that is until he visits the chapel for their usual morning congregation.

The song he’d been carrying thus far dies on a jagged cord, his knightly intuition alerting him of something amiss, a strange nuance.

A quaint gathering of his peers are huddled around something or rather someone, shutting out his view.

“What's going on here,” the knight demands, striding up to their circle, taking authority.

“We have a visitor,” Baldwin smiles, happy to bestow this news, parting from the ring of bodies to let the crusader in, “come say ‘hello.’”

A visitor?

Skeptical, Reynauld wedges his way into the center, hoping to disband this schoolyard spectacle, return order.

“Go on, give it a try, wolfie,” he hears the jester nudge, strumming his lute, “I'll even give you a note to start on.”

Wolfie? Just what kind of ridiculous pet name has Sarmenti come up with this time? And for who?

Here marks the end to his perfect morning. The moment he lays eyes on the travesty of this sacrilege does the knight feel his instincts burn, needing to restrain himself from unsheathing his blade, slay this most unclean creature where he stands.

He knew that mark, of what it meant, of what hell their kind could wrought if left to their own devices, fought many minions of the dark on battlefields past, cursed presences that needed to be destroyed for the greater good to thrive. 

Abominations as they are aptly named.

“What is that –,” Reynauld catches himself before speaking a curse, settling instead for something more innocuous amidst his colleagues, “– thing doing in here?”

Everyone stares at him, his outburst changing the tone of the room to one of appalled shock.

Even the creature looks at him with round, wounded eyes, but he must not fall for such tricks, many of his brothers at arms had made the same fatal mistake. They are all monsters unbecoming, playing at human, a guise meant to lower defenses, a predator manipulating it’s misguided prey.

“He is our guest,” Baldwin reminds him, frowning at such old worldviews. He had hoped Reynauld had let go of such prejudice, but it seems not, still carrying the teachings of a long forgotten crusade, the knight itching for his sword, gloved hands wrapped around the hilt, one swift motion away from turning this pall into a bloodbath.

The leper would not stand to see that happen, grabbing onto his chest plate, lifting the knight as if he weighed nothing, the former king of superior strength then he. 

“What is the meaning of this,” the knight demands, flailing in his fellow warrior’s grip.

The bandaged man walks them away, pushing the knight against the far wall, looming over him with foreboding ilk. Reynauld settles, not immune to the intimidation of such a unyielding figure.

“Baldwin, you must agree with me, the abomination never should have set foot in here,” he growls, voice toned down to a vehement whisper, “You do not know of what he will do! He will lie in wait, slaughter us all while we sleep!”

“Perhaps, in the days long past you would be right to harbor your suspicions, but the old ways have changed for a reason. Try to see past it. Give him a chance. We are all deserving of those, are we not?”

“It cannot stay here,” he roars, his voice projecting off stone, turning heads.

Baldwin narrows his eyes behind the mask, shoving Reynauld harder against the bricks.

“He can and he will. You remain outmatched in this debate or need I remind you of your own road to redemption?”

Reynauld snarls under his breath, hating that Baldwin had brought that up, that he dare use his own sins against him.

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[lil-nest]

Damian will not grow that tall

I know most of us imagine adult Damian as a very tall man, but I invite you to follow me on a scientific reasoning detailing why Damian will grow pretty small, actually.

First, why do we believe Damian will grow as tall as Bruce? Because genetics and stuff. Yet, height is actually far more influenced by environmental conditions than by genes. For example, in South Korea, as living conditions got better very fast in recent decades, the average height of young adults rose significantly in only less than two generations - fast enough that we know it has nothing to do with genes and everything to do with living conditions.(This study is not the one I read when I first learned about it, but it shows similar results)

This established, lets see a non-comprehensive list of things that can stunt a child’s growth, and how they apply to Damian:

-Unreliable access to balanced food: Growth is behind survival in your body’s list of priorities. Which means it will slow or even stop for a while when food is lacking. While I don’t doubt Damian was well fed while in the compound, there are a lot of hints in canon that he went on several survivals trips for weeks if not months as part of his training, where he probably got unbalanced food at best and got half-starved at worst.

-Injuries, especially frequent and severe ones: basically, all the energy and nutrients that go in rebuilding body parts doesn’t go in building new body parts, besides, scar tissue is less tensile than normal tissue, which also hinders growth. Once again, canon tells us Damian got injured pretty often during his training in the League of Shadows, and then while he was Robin. Notable accidents include getting a spine transplant and literally dying. The spine transplant also makes me wonder if it was even the first time some organ got replaced, but that’s just speculations. Note that surgery is, in general, very traumatic for the body - sometimes as traumatic as the injury itself.

-Excessive muscle mass: this might surprise some of you, but letting kids do intense sports very young is very detrimental to their growth. That’s because when bones grow, they tug on the muscles attached to them, and if the muscles are very developed, then they will be less tensile than they should be, and cause a resisting force -basically, the muscles tug back. That’s why in some places, sports that cause high muscle mass gain -like weightlifting- are forbidden to children and teenagers under a certain age -usually 16 or 18. Fun fact: it also works the other way around, which is where the “tall lanky geek” cliché comes from. Do I even need to talk about Damian’s physical activities?

Of course, all the other Robins were exposed to some of these factors, but none as early or as much as Damian was - except maybe Jason, who has no business being as tall as he is given the fact that he was starving during a relatively long time before he was even 10, but my theory is that the pit “fixed” it along with everything else (That or he is an outlier, but there are limits to how resiliant the human body can be). The fact that Damian is described in canon as smaller than average for his age (at least it’s implied, even tough Damian insists on the contrary) is also a clue, even though is not definitive (because grow spurts and stuff).

Hence, I invite you to let go of your tall Damian headcanons, and picture with me a smaller Damian, maybe a little taller than Tim, maybe at equal heights.

If you like humor, picture how slighted he will feel, and how he’ll insist that of course he’s taller, he’s got perfect genetics, he can’t be as small as Drake. If you prefer angst, picture how he’ll feel when he realizes that what he will probably see as a flaw is actually mostly his mother’s fault, and that the very woman who tried to engineer a genetically perfect son prevented him from reaching his full potential. If you’re more into hurt/comfort, imagine smallish vigilante of your choice comforting him by showing him how useful his small size is to sneak around.

Tl;dr: Adult Damian is smaller than average, it’s scientifically reasonable and cute, come jump on this headcanon with me ;)

[yanderes-galore]

Can I have yandere batman x run way hero wife reader please

Where the reader a hero but get away from her husband and some how get away for a couple of years but then he finds her in a different country during hey alien attack please

I put this in the Injustice 2 universe because you said alien attack and didn't specify. So I just assumed you meant Braniac and made a concept around it.

Yandere! Bruce Wayne/Batman with Runaway Hero! Darling

Concept - Injustice 2

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Implied mind break on Bruce's part, Divorce, Implied possessive behavior, Implied forced relationship, Vague Yandere but it's implied Bruce is going insane.

- There's no doubt the battle between Batman and Superman strained the relationship between you.

- You and Bruce were originally married before the whole Superman's Regime event.

- You both were heroes but not many knew about just how intimate you two were.

- Sure, people knew Bruce was a playboy and even Batman got with some people.

- However no one knew that he recently became committed to a hero.

- Until the marriage was announced and everyone knew Bruce was married.

- You were such a pretty thing back then....

- Bruce loved you and you loved him.

- You two were getting comfortable with each other...

- Then the start of it all happened.

- Superman loses everything....

- Which results in everyone losing everything.

- Including you and Bruce.

- The whole world was divided in their beliefs.

- Do they go with Superman or Batman?

- Bruce himself was surprised by your choice.

- You two were married, he thought you loved him.

- But your response?

- "Neither. I prefer to be alone at this point. Both you and Clark aren't right in the head. Count this as my divorce, Bruce. We're through. I plan on never seeing you again."

- Distraught at the fate of your home, you leave.

- Bruce tries to stop you then and there, claiming he hasn't changed!

- That you're just stressed!

- Why would you throw him away so fast?

- It was strange to see the normally stoic Batman panic at you leaving.

- Yet it doesn't change your mind.

- Even when Superman is thrown in jail you don't return.

- You prefer to lay low.

- Save people when you can but keep your identity secret.

- The small circle of people who know your true identity always ask which side you went with in the Regime era.

- You laugh and give a smile.

- "Let's be honest, they're both bad to go with. Even the man I used to love...."

- Things went okay for you.

- Batman was still trying to keep an eye out for you yet you never show up.

- People ask everywhere for you.

- Hoping to reunite Bruce with his partner whom he won't stop obsessively searching for.

- He wants you back, he'd do anything to have you back.

- You don't want to be found.

- Not after you watched Earth collapse in on itself.

- Then, just when you thought things were bad enough, Brainiac makes his appearance.

- Due to the amount of chaos, you can no longer keep a low profile.

- Leaving Batman to find you in another country where you had fled during the Regime era.

- He needs all the help he can get against this new threat.

- You aren't sure what to say when you see Batman walk towards you while you try to secure the streets.

- "Oh, great, it's my ex-husband."

- "Enough with the fighting. We're still married, I need your help defending Earth against Brainiac."

- You ignore what he says about still being married and agree to help defend Earth.

- Deep down, Bruce knows now that you're in his grasp again you can't leave anymore.

- You're reunited and you'll be staying.

- Unbeknownst to you, the stress has harmed Batman mentally.

- The war, the loss of you and Damian switching sides, now the drones....

- This world is falling apart.

- To fix it he needs you beside him.

- It doesn't matter if he has to force you or not.

- Now that he's found you, he plans on resuming your relationship.

- "It's been years... I'm happy to have finally found you. I need you... the world needs you. Come back to me. Let's make this right."

[wannajointhecrabcult]

Masks and Music

(Part 1)

Part 2

I didn't think that my last post would've gotten ANY notes at all, so imagine my surprise when I find out that people actually liked it. After that suprise I thought why not and make another one so here we go! This is a Miraculous/Batfam crossover.

Imagine that Damian gets sent to Paris because the fam doesn't want him to become an emotionally constipated sad boi like Bruce and think that a change in scenery would help.

They don't know about the whole Hawkmoth situation because SOMEONE from the justice league decided that the while thing was a prank DESPITE that it was an ENTIRE CITY calling instead of a single person.

Like, aren't you guys supposed to be the world's greatest heros or something?

Who hired you?

Damian being the grumpy lil kid that he is holds a grudge and decides to not accept any calls or video chats from his family or tell them about Hawkmoth because that's what you get when you send someone across the world against their will.

(and because of plot convenience shhh)

Anyways, Damian goes to school as instantly adds Lila onto his mental list of people he needs to get rid of.

I mean, seriously, he's only been is the room for what, 15 seconds and he's already getting a migraine?

Great. Juusssttt great.

He sits in the back of the class with what seems to be the only person with brain cells in this room.

The dark haired girl just looks over and sees the disgust at Lila written all over his face and gives him a silent empathetic nod.

'This is unfortunately normal here.' she tries to convey through the small action.

He just nods back to show his understanding before turning around to observe the others.

In a few minutes Ms. Bustier walks in the room and asks him to introduce himself to the class.

It looks like the teacher never told the class that they were getting a new student because they all have to do double takes when they realize that there's a new face in the room.

He gives them the bare basics, telling them that his name is Damian Grayson, he's from America, and that he doesn't want any of them to talk to him before sitting down.

Clearly the teacher wanted him to say more or scold him for being so rude but a glare shut her up.

Later during a break period Lila tries to flirt with him and brags all about how she's met so many different celebrities and her achievements.

He tells her off and tries to move away but her nails are digging into his arms as she tries to convince him that he should stay away from Marinette.

Before he can maim her, the dark haired girl comes out from behind him and starts spraying Lila down like an unruly cat with some sort of strong smelling liquid from a spray bottle.

Lila screeches and stomps away.

When he turns to his hero the girl explains.

"It's a mixture of shredded lemon, expired maple syrup, vinegar, and pomegranate juice. I call it People Repellant but Thot Begone works too. Oh, and I'm Marinette by the way."

He eyes her hand before shaking it.

"Damian, though I assume you already know that. Can I get some of that by the way? I know a couple insufferable annoyances that would benefit from a spray down.

Marinette just blinks for a second before she bursts out laughing and that was the start of a great friendship.

Together they:

Make fun of Lila in the back of class.

Help eachother with homework (they only cheat off eachother when they REALLY need help)

Prank Lila in odd ways (Hey, just because she found hundreds of furbies hidden around her house that turn on one by one in the middle of the night effectively scaring the crap out of her when she's trying to sleep doesn't mean that it's their fault. She had it coming.)

Break a couple laws (shhhhhhh. Those toy stores don't need those furbies anyways).

Dare eachother over stupid things (they still insist that the cereal incident was caused by the other).

And overall become closer as friends.

They bring out the overdramatic chaotic gremlin child in eachother.

One time when Damian goes over to Marinette's place to work on a project he finds her singing a Disney song to herself on her balcony.

This isn't the first time they've caught eachother singing.

One time Marinette caught Damian in the art room at school humming one of the many annoyingly cheesy and catchy songs that Dick likes to listen to.

Despite him explaining the embarrassing situation to her she still teased him for weeks after.

He'll never get to live it down.

Damian shakes his head to get rid of the flashback when a devious smirk spreads across his face as a revenge plan comes to mind.

After carefully placing his stuff on the floor he sneakily makes his way across the space until he's right behind her.

That's when he joins in.

Screaming at the top of his lungs at first, effectively giving her a mini heart attack before eventually quieting down to a normal singing volume.

She glares at him, annoyed by his loud and obnoxious entrance before she starts singing again.

They eventually end up full Disney movie dramatically performing around her balcony with dance moves and over dramatic acting.

Is it bad that actual birds and other animals are appearing and joining in?

Damian totally kept one of the pigeons.

He named it Dolores.

(He later trained Dolores to attack Rossi on sight.)

When they're finished they end up on the floor out of breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes before Damian sits up.

"That. That was fun. I don't think I've actually ever sang before."

Marinette jolts up in suprise and turns to face him.

"Really? I never would've guessed. You have a really nice singing voice."

He would deny till his dying breath that he blushed when she said that but he covers it up with a smirk.

"Well I guess that's just because yours is so terrible in comparison."

He squawks when she jabs a finger in his side.

"Pshh. As if. Besides, my singing skills can't be worse then your gaming skills." She challenges with a cheeky smile.

"ExCuSe mE?!"

And that's how they spend the rest of the day playing video games, leaving the unfinished project to be completed on a later day.

Good thing it isn't due until 2 weeks time.

After a couple of hours playing video games, creating many possible Lila murder plans, eating pastries, and joking around, it's time for him to leave.

As Damian left for his place he got a feeling that something big was gonna happen.

Marinette also got the feeling but they both ignored it.

Little did they know, someone just happened to walk by and starstruck by the amazing singing they recorded the performance before posting it on the internet.

Imagine the duo's suprise when they wake up the next day to find themselves trending on the internet.

Luckily the video quality was pretty trash so their faces weren't identifiable but the audio was loud and clear.

The world was talking about the cute couple singing to their hearts desire on a balcony. If that's not cliche and adorable then the world doesn't know what is.

The assumption about their relationship status left them looking like tomatos but that didn't stop them from wonder why they didn't notice a creep recording them.

Damn Disney songs and their unnatural ability to distract people.

Of course Lila took advantage of the rising popularity of the video and talked about how she taught the two people in the video how to sing and gave them tips.

The two just walked past the idiot squad and sat down in their seats, making a mental note to come up with a prank later, when the akuma alarms came on.

They fall into their normal routine of Marinette running out to find a place to transform as Damian covers for her.

Oops did I forget to mention that Damian found out her identity because she crashed through his window in the middle of the night still transformed and asked him what's the answer to question 24 in their science homework because she just defeated an akuma by herself and was running on 20 minutes of sleep?

My bad.

Anyways it turns out today was the day Marinette had officially had enough of Chat's bullcrap.

It was gonna be a normal akuma situation.

Ladybug trying to fight the poor butterfly victim while chat noir either doesn't show up, tries to do everything on his own to impress her and ruins the whole plan, or just watches and complains about how she needs to get over her denial and date him BUT

This time he decided to actively try to push her in the akuma's way therefore putting her in SO MUCH MORE DANGER than she was already in.

Now she had to dodge out of the akuma's way AND CHAT'S!

WhAt ThE fUdGe?!?!

You think possibly killing Ladybug and trying to force her to beg for you to save her is gonna make her like you?!?

Just how hard did you hit your head when Gabriel dropped you on the floor when you were 2?

After the akuma was eventually defeated Ladybug told Chat to meet her on an abandoned rooftop that night because they needed to talk.

Chat being the oblivious person that he is (I swear I don't actually hate chat noir, this is for the plot I'm sorry) thought that it was for a love confession and became overly smug before leaving.

Making sure that he isn't following her, Marinette meets up with Damian at his place (school's over because of the attack) and asks him to help.

Later that day when the two miraculous holders meet up Ladybug distracts the Catboy by flirting with him while Damian uses his ninja skills for something other than sneaking up on her and giving Marinette mini heart attacks.

From behind he quickly hits a pressure point causing the other boy to fall unconscious.

Using her ALMIGHTY GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS powers, Ladybug takes Adrien's ring away and places a spell on him that makes it so he will never be able to use another miraculous ever again.

After they take Adrien home Marinette gives Damian the ring and Night Prowler is born.

He promises to do everything in his power to make sure that Selina and his family doesn't find out for the sake of his pride.

We'll see how that goes.

Night Prowler first officially appeared during an akuma named 'Break Dancer'.

Ironically, she was a ballerina that had to drop out of the finals in a competition because she broke her right leg the day before the show.

She could turn civilians into back up dancers and forced them to perform against their will.

They also worked as minions who would attack the duo for her while she stayed a safe distance away.

It was pretty obvious that the akumatized item was the music box held inside the bag that Break Dancer had slung around her shoulders but the real question was how could they get to it without becoming attacked by the backup dancer or becoming one of them.

Luckily (eheheh), a car with an open window playing music just happened to pass by before driving off.

Before it drove off, the music coming from the car was loud enough to play over the music box which caused some of the minions to become free again and run off.

Ladybug called her lucky charm and a Bobby pin landed in her hand.

As she looked around she noticed a store a couple blocks away that had a couple radios.

Unfortunately, the store was locked and closed.

Fortunately, she knew how to pick locks and a Bobby pin did come from her lucky charm soooo......

Who is she to deny literal gods.

They break into the store and grab a radio, and a speaker and rush over to where the akuma was causing chaos.

They turn on the radio, connect the speaker and turn the volume on as loud as it can go before flipping through the stations for a good song.

If they're gonna fight with music in the background they're gonna be picky about it and wont settle for anything other than epic.

While fighting they eventually get swept up in the music and end up singing along.

It's nothing less than full on majestic.

When the fight is over and the akuma is purified they find out that someone recorded it and posted it on the internet as well.

Now everyone knows that the beloved hero of Paris and her new partner were the two people singing on that balcony.

Ummmmm.....

Good thing that the video quality was trash right?

If it weren't for that their identities would've been busted the moment they started singing in hero form.

Luckily there aren't many people other than Damian that know what Marinette's singing voice sounds like so they're okay.

Well.... They WERE okay,

Until a certain rockstar and his agent came across the two videos and put two and two together.

So now King Sting (bee!jagged) and Peridot (turtle!penny) have joined the team.

Poor Penny, now she has to deal with two gremlin children and a some sort of bizarre man-child.

The next akuma confused the group quite a bit.

He didn't really do anything but sit on a rooftop waiting for the miracle team to show up.

They were all suspicious of him at first but when they did reveal themselves to him he explained his situation.

He was akumatized because his favorite rock band broke up but he didn't really want to take their miraculouses away.

He just asked if they could perform another song for him and he would give his akumatized item to them.

They all sorta looked at eachother and collectively went 'screw it why not' and sang another song.

If they were great before, they are absolutely AMAZING now.

Well that's what happens when you add a famous rockstar to a team of singing superheros I guess.

The akuma was blown away and true to his word handed over the rolled up picture in his pocket and was purified despite of Hawkmoth's nagging.

Haha screw you Hawky.

This time the ordeal was recorded by a news station and the 'hand over the akuma in exchange for a song' thing became a trend.

There were still normal akuma's that didn't follow follow it but those were far flung between.

It seems like Hawkmoth was getting annoyed by this so there started being less akuma attacks over the months.

Because of this some people were actively trying to get upset to attract one of the purple butterflies.

They traded one good thing for another I guess.

To stop that from happening the group started performing in public as superheros during concerts and festivals.

Because of this they became quite well known outside of Paris as well.

Is it ironic that more people know them as a band rather than a superhero team now?

When Marinette learned that they could change what their superhero costumes looked like if they put enough will into it she squealed.

Marinette designs superhero performance costumes for them whenever they have a festival to play at.

Whenever asked about their outfits they always reply with MDC.

Marinette's business gets really popular after that.

And since no one knows who MDC really is, she doesn't have to worry about the whole "Oh no me and my family are gonna be in danger!" thing

It's a win win!

Overtime they basically become a second (or third for some people) family to eachother.

Damian becomes more 'kid like' and open to others,

Marinette becomes more confident and overall happier,

Jagged gets to hang out with his awesome niece and her 'maybe more than just a friend',

And Penny gets a new outlet for stress and has so many more crazy stories to tell people.

One day while she's in the living room on the sofa watching 'The AristoCats' Damian just barges into the room and dramatically flops over onto of her.

He just lays there with his head in her lap and the rest of his body sprawled on the couch.

After everything that has happened this is normal for them now.

Without asking any questions or talking at all they just watch the movie together with the occasional remark or quip between them.

Around half way through the movie Jagged kicks down the door, effectively scaring the crap out of the two teens, while Penny follows behind him with an apologetic look on her face.

At first Jagged was yelling about something having to do with'Fang' and 'Dragon' and 'Miraculous' but after taking in the domestic atmosphere of the room he just sits down on the floor and joins in on watching the movie.

Penny, shaking her head in both amusement and exasperation, sits down on another chair and does the same.

While combing through Damian's hair with her fingers Marinette looks around the room.

'My life can't get any more complicated, can it?'

Oh boy, she just jinxed it.

This is just an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for awhile and I couldn't resist the urge to write it out. I AM planning on making a part 2 so if you like this keep an eye out for that. I'm by no means a fast writer though so it will take a while. But then again not many people will probably read this soo.... Yeah.

[wordsablaze]

Just A Scratch

day nineteen, where dick forgets he’s allowed to be vulnerable and struggles with patching himself up...

A/N: i’m half asleep so no context, only angst... whumptober prompts: bleeding / stabbing

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The knife catches him off guard.

Dick’s whole body freezes as cold steel easily pierces through his suit, sliding into his skin as if it were softened butter, making itself at home buried within his muscle.

He doesn’t let himself stay frozen for long, twisting his upper body around to throw a punch at the man who’d managed to sneak up on him. In fact, he doesn’t let himself even think about the knife again until the rest of the fight is over and he’s surrounded by unconscious bodies, at which point he finally groans and leans against the nearest crate to steady his unsteady legs.

“Upstairs is clear. Nightwing?” Tim asks through their comms.

“Basement is clear too. I’ll lock the door on my way up to keep everyone inside just in case they wake up, though.”

He mutes himself as soon as Tim acknowledges his reply and exhales slowly. Twice. Then, before he can change his mind about it, removes his gloves and grips the handle of the knife as tightly as he can. Alfred would most certainly scold him for doing something like this but he just doesn’t want to walk upstairs with such an obvious injury, especially since he can barely feel it anyway. A small voice in his head tells him probably just the over-confident adrenaline talking, but he pointedly ignores it.

He inhales, exhales, and pulls as hard as he can.

Immediately, it burns.

He must black out for a second because he finds himself on the floor with no memory of having sat down. But the others are waiting on him so he swallows his confusion and staggers to his feet, wrapping one of the emergency bandages he keeps with him around the wound before adjusting his utility belt over the top so it’s not obvious unless someone were to look closely, which he won’t let anyone do.

He pulls his gloves back on to hide the bloodstains on his hands and hopes that having a dark suit once again pays off and hides anything else incriminating. As much as it hurts, he’s pretty sure the wound is more of a bother than it is fatal so it should be fine, he should be fine, everything should be fine.

“You took your time,” Damian tells him as soon as he appears.

Dick grins. “Aww, did you miss me?”

Predictably, Damian scoffs and turns away. Resisting the urge to ruffle his hair like he normally might, Dick just laughs and follows the other two out to where the batmobile is parked. “I think I’ll just head back to my place,” he says, keeping his tone nonchalant.

Damian frowns. “You aren’t going to give your report before you go?”

“I’ll send one over to fill in any details about the guys downstairs after I’ve cleaned up but you guys can cover the rest until then, can't you?”

“Sure,” Tims says, but he sounds a little too sceptical for Dick to have gotten away with this entirely. He’ll just have to come up with a good excuse by the time they meet again, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s avoided the manor for some reason or the other so it shouldn’t be an issue.

The three of them part ways and Dick waits until the batmobile is out of sight before all but sprinting in the direction of his safehouse. It’s not far and he can’t afford to grapple because he can feel blood oozing from the wound so pushes himself to run faster and hopes the adrenaline doesn’t wear off. And it doesn’t, not until he topples through the window and sheds himself of the suit, promptly making a beeline for the bathroom.

“Please don’t need stitches, please don’t need stitches, please don’t need stitches...” he mutters to himself as he removes his hands from where they’d been keeping pressure on the wound, then curses softly when he sees he actually does need stitches.

He doesn’t waste any time before getting the needle and thread ready, not liking the way his head feels like a balloon that’s been filled beyond its limits and is now too full, too stretched out, too unstable. There aren't any stars visible behind the city lights but nonetheless, he prays to them that he doesn't pass out halfway through his stitches.

Biting down on his toothbrush - an unusual choice, but the first thing he can find - so he doesn’t end up with cracked teeth, he starts stitching, trying his best to keep each one neat but most likely failing. He doesn't care, really, that's a problem for future Dick.

Blood is still seeping out from under his skin but he pays it no heed, pretending he can't feel the warmth that trickles down his leg and unrhythmically drips onto the tiles beneath him. Cleaning the bathroom is also a problem for future Dick.

He nearly stabs himself with the needle twice, all the blood making his hands slippery, but he grits his teeth around the toothbrush that’s sure to have visible bite marks after this and keeps going until he’s no longer in danger of bleeding out. His head falls back against the edge of the bathtub as soon as he’s finished, the toothbrush falling from his mouth into the small red puddle that’d formed underneath him. Funnily enough, all he can think about is the way his teeth are aching.

Ideally, he should go and find himself some painkillers, but since there aren’t any in his first aid kit, he’d have to walk all the way to the kitchen, and he doesn’t think he’d make it that far without falling over. To be honest, he doesn’t think he could even stand up without falling over at this point.

He’s also cold.

Which makes no sense because his stab wound is burning with the force of what he imagines a thousand simultaneous wasp stings must be like.

“What would Alfred say?” Dick asks himself.

He wants so badly to call him and find out the answer to that question but he can’t, not only because he has no idea where his phone is but because this is his own fault for being careless and he can’t just bother Alfred with his idiocy out of the blue.

“Tea,” he decides eventually, not sure why he’s doing so out loud. “I need to make tea.”

His legs shake as he pushes himself to his feet so he waits until his knees don’t feel like they’re about to fold in on themselves before stumbling to the kitchen and assembling a cup of tea as if his life depends on it. It’s not that he moves around particularly fast or anything but he can barely breathe by the time he collapses on the beanbag acting as a substitute couch, a cup of herbal tea gripped tightly in his hands.

“Thanks, Alfred,” he mutters, only then remembering that he was also meant to find himself some painkillers so he doesn’t have to struggle through a painful attempt at a good night’s sleep. But oh well, at least he has tea.

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alfred waking up in cold sweat: my grandchildren are misusing my advice, i just know it-

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[6rookie-writer0110]

I don't know if we can climb this mountain

Talia Al Ghul x Male Reader Wayne

Request / -Could you please do a Talia Al Ghul x Wayne Male Reader? Where R is secretly the dad of Damian Wayne? From an affair R had with Talia when they were younger but R ends up disappearing for some reason. When Talia gets with Bruce, he takes Damian as his own and says to everyone that it’s his child so there won’t be no big scandal. R ends up coming back due to being kidnapped by Ra’s to become his successor to leader of league of assassins. Due to Ra’s influence, he became evil.

2007

You and Talia have a secret place to meet and be alone. It's a small cabin deep in the woods, you walked into the cabin, and Talia wrapped her arms around you. You felt her lips and you start to kiss her.

“What happened to your face, y/n?” Talia asked.

You have a cut on your cheek and you had to get stitches. She gently touches your cheek

“Training got a little intense. But I'm fine, it will heal in a few weeks” You said.

She kissed you again.

“Will you stay the night?” Talia asked.

“Yes,” You said.

You smiled and you kissed her hands. You and Talia lie in bed together, she starts to talk about family. You talked about your training and why you and Bruce are angry at each other.

You and Talia made love to each other. She isn't the type to always talk about her feelings, but when she does you know she wouldn't lie about it.

You and Talia are having an affair. No one can't know about it or know about the cabin. You do like sneaking around because of the adrenaline. But at the same time, you don't want to hide the relationship.

“You are different, y/n,” Talia said.

“Different?” You said.

“I mean it in a good way. I thought ‘love’ was for those who are weak” Talia said.

“Is not for the weak. Only because you are in love doesn't mean you won't keep being strong. Actually, this is my first-time being in love” You said.

“Me too, y/n I have never been in love. I'm glad it's with you” Talia said.

You start to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around you.

-----

A Week later, Talia found out she is pregnant. She sent you secret messages but you didn't write back. Usually, you would write back but you didn't. The whole week she has been going to the cabin, you never showed up. She starts to think of how to find you, her mind starts to race.

“Y/n what the hell happened to you” Talia mumbled.

---

Weeks turned into months and Talia couldn't find you. No one couldn't find you and Talia couldn't express how heartbroken she is. She tried to find you but she couldn't find a decent clue. She went after your enemies but they didn't do anything to you.

Months later~

Talia started to show that she is pregnant. She will give birth anytime soon. Talia started to date Bruce, everyone assumed he is the father of the child. Bruce helps her raise Damian and she stopped searching for you.

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Time Skip~ 2021

Raʼs al Ghul is happy what you become a heartless killer.

“Because of you, I lost the love of my life” You growled.

“Y/N, you're the perfect killer. You are pathetic talking about love with my daughter. You made her weak!” Raʼs screamed.

You punched him in the face.

“I’m going to kill you! Because of you, I lost everything!” You screamed.

You and Raʼs start to fight. Beating up each other, the rage you had inside you take it out on Raʼs. You kicked him in the chest then punched him in the face, again you kicked him and he fell. You didn't let him get up but he did punch you in the mouth, you start to bleed.

You spit in his face. You start to punch him in the face non-stop, each punch is harder and harder. Then you grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground. He starts to bleed and you hear a crack, but you kept going and going.

---

You put on your mask and grab your swords.

You easily found Bruce’s location. He is in the mansion, you noticed there are other people.

You and your members jumped through the window. Bruce and others start to fight you. You look for Bruce then you start to fight him, you managed to cut his arm with the sword. Talia jumped and she starts to shoot arrows at you. You blocked her arrows with the swords. You were going to stab her but she grabbed your arm and flipped you to the ground.

“Who sent you!?” Talia yelled.

You didn't say anything. You jumped back up and you attacked Talia with your sword. You cut her stomach and you were going to punch her but Damian kicked you in the back. Now it's three against one, you block all their attacks.

Damian stabbed you with the daggers in the stomach. It didn't feel pain, you just took out the daggers and throw it on the floor.

“Who sent you!?” Bruce yelled.

While you are fighting Damian and Talia then Bruce used his taser in full blast. He got you from the back and you started to scream and you passed out.

“I’m taking off the mask to see who it is,” Damian said.

He did take off the mask

“Y/N!” Talia yelled.

“Who?” Damian asked.

“It’s a long story,” Talia said.

----

You wake up, they are by your side and Talia smacked you hard. You still feel the sting and she glares at you.

“Y/N, where have you been? We have been looking for you for years” Bruce said.

You sat up and you still feel the sting.

“You better talk right now, y/n,” Talia said.

“I was kidnapped by your father Raʼs. He trained me to be like him evil, a killer, and heartless. I have tried to escape but he is always two steps ahead of me. I did everything that he told me to do without questioning him. I was his perfect soldier. I killed him then I became the leader of the League of Assassins” You said

“It explains why my father disappeared when you did. Y/N, this is your son Damien and Bruce helped me raise him” Talia said.

You and Damien look at each other.

“You don't seem sad, he killed your father,” Bruce said.

“I would have done the same, but he beat me to the punch,” Talia said.

“So, you're my dad...” Damien said.

You didn't say anything and you didn't know what to say.

----

You waken up by Damien and he doesn't trust you.

“So you will be around or what,” Damien said.

“Yes, I will be around more often. I know I wasn't around when you small but that will change” You said.

“Whatever” Damien said.

Talia walked in and Damien left the bedroom. You and Talia stare at each other without saying a word. Talia tells you everything what you missed and how she used to date Bruce. Also, you told her what you have been through. You and Talia talked all night about everything and Damien.

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At first, Damien didn't give you a chance to get to know him. He is like his mother and you see he is a good fighter. You and Talia have been more time together, her feelings for you came back. She kissed you and you missed her touch and lips.

“I thought I lost your love forever,” You said.

“I thought I did. But you come back, my feelings back and I still want you” Talia said.

“I want you too,” You said.

You start to kiss her and you pulled her closer.

“Marry me, Talia,” You said.

“Yes, y/n I will marry you,” Talia said.

You and Talia start to kiss again and you smiled.

----

You and Talia told everyone about getting married. Damien did think about getting to know you. You and Damien would train together and he is impressed by your skills.

“I thought you would be slow, dad,” Damien said.

“There is a lot you still don't know what I can do,” You said.

“Show me what you got, old men” Damien laughed.

You and Damien start to train again. You and Damien bond over in training. He showed you his outfit

“Looks good on you,” You said.

“You would become a hero?” Damien asked.

“I don't know yet,” You said.

“If you do, we can team up and kick-ass” Damien said.

“I would like that,” You said.

You and Damien start to train again together.

---

You and Talia didn't have a big wedding. Bruce did let you two get married at the mansion and you are happy to be her husband.

“I knew one day I was going to marry you,” You said.

“If I said no?” Talia asked.

“You couldn't resist my charm” You joked.

Talia rolled her eyes at you and you just smiled.

[justcourttee]

New prompt idea! Following the defeat of Hawkmoth, Jason is terrified of the idea of Bruce adopting the sunshine child that is Adrien (that and all the puns that the boy makes... Adrien can't meet Dick!!!). He, alongside Damian, decide to try to get Selina to adopt a new cat instead. Unfortunately for everyone (except Adrien), Jon tags along. AdriJon for the ship and maybe Marinette being having a sibling relationship with the Wayne children?

I’m back to writing and when I saw this prompt, I was so excited. If it hasn’t been hinted at enough in some of my pieces, I adore AdriJon. I hope you like it! @elements1999

Stupid Lovestruck Jon

As Gabriel Agreste was drug from his front gates, the crowds surrounding the manor erupted in yet another round of cheers. Even with the hero’s help, the police had trouble keeping them back. Jason and Damian stood on the edge, both wearing matching grim expressions under their hoods and glasses.

“You know what this means D?”

Damian nodded solemnly, the scowl on his face deepening as Gabriel disappeared from their view.

“Father mustn't meet Agreste until we have found a suitable host family for him.”

The idea of Dick and Adrien bonding over stupid puns and forcing Jason and Damian to join in on family game nights was enough to send shivers down the two Wayne’s backs. There was no question about it, Adrien could not be allowed to be adopted.

“What do you think Selina would say if we brought her a kit?”

Damian shifted his gaze to Jason’s face, doing his best to hide his shock that Jason could come up with a coherent idea.

“I believe she would enjoy Plagg very much, Adrien though? Well, that would take some getting used to. How do you propose we get the two to meet?”

Jason’s face darkened quickly.

“It’ll be risky, but we invite them to America. After all, he’s going to need an escape from the media.”

“Perhaps Metropolis?”

The boys nodded as if that was the most logical sentence before both heads snapped up, their eyes widening at the sight of the petite hero that had landed between them. Marinette threw her arms around the boys’ shoulders, dragging them down to her own height.

“There is only room for so much sunshine at the Wayne estate. Dick has monopolized all of it and for the sake of not only you but myself as well, Adrien needs a more stable parental figure than Bruce Wayne. Not that my first choice would be Selena, but I know that she has a soft spot for orphans, no matter what she says.”

Both boys tried to wrestle their way out of her grasp, but it was nearly impossible with Tikki to help her.

“Here’s how it will go. I will go to help the police finalize anything they need for this arrest and you will trail Chat Noir until he decided to transform back. I want to be there as well, but unfortunately, the police aren’t exactly understanding when it comes to personal relationships.”

With a nod, the sound of two smacks echoed as she disappeared into the sky, the only trace of her being matching red spots on both of the Wayne’s necks.

“I really despise when she does that, no matter how much I want to be impressed.”

Jason chuckled as he nudged Damian forward, both of them slipping into the nearest building to change before anyone from the media could catch sight of the American’s on the scene of what would become known as the greatest arrest in Paris’ history.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“You know, I caught the trail of you following me a couple of blocks back. You don’t have to stay hidden.”

Damian let out a small string of curses as he stepped out from behind the chimney and into view of the black cat.

“I hate magic.”

Adrien chuckled as he waited for Jason to step out from the other side, both boys looking a little sheepish that they had been caught.

“Did Marinette ask you to follow me? Cause that sounds like something she would do. Really, I’m fine guys. Once we started the investigation, so much more began to make sense. He wanted to disguise the fact that he was selfish, wanting just my mother for himself, no matter the consequence. Even if it meant sacrificing me..”

Damian swallowed awkwardly as he glanced between Jason and Adrien. Thanks to Dick’s persistent pestering, he had gotten slightly better at reading emotions and watching his tongue, but this was uncharted territory and as much as he hated to admit it, he had no idea what to do.

Adrien let out a shaky laugh as he stood, brushing off the imaginary dust from his suit.

“Whatever, so what is Maribug’s master plan for avoiding the press? I know she sent you here to collect me for that very reason, so what could it be?”

Jason cleared his throat as he stepped forward, his smile completely see-through as the worry shined.

“Well, how would you feel about a trip overseas? Metropolis perhaps? You’re a huge Superman fanboy, aren’t you? Well, Dami here is besties with his son and we thought it would be a grand idea for you to have a distraction. What do you say?”

Damian frowned at Jason’s choice of wording. Besties felt a little strong for the relationship that he held with Jon, perhaps tolerable coworkers was better suited?

“Okay.”

Both boys tried to hide their surprised faces. They knew he was desperate for an escape, but his response was still quick for their liking. Honestly, they thought it was going to take a bit more convincing than that.

“Let Marinette know that I’ll be on her balcony whenever she finishes up. I’m sure she has a long night ahead of her and will want to talk to me when she can and guys?” Both boys raised their eyebrows, curiosity, and worry nitpicking their expressions. “Thanks for coming to see me.”

And with that, he leaped off the roof leaving the batbrothers to wonder if Metropolis would be the best idea for the man who effectively was orphaned in one day.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Dami!”

Before he even had a chance to throw his hands up in defense, Jon had already tackled him in a bone-crushing hug much to his annoyance.

“I told you not to call me by that stupid nickname anymore Kent.”

With much effort, Damian shoved Jon off and into Marinette’s waiting arms.

“Aw, but Dami it’s so cute.” The muffled laughter coming from behind him was not helping.

Damian cut his eyes to where Jason and Adrien stood, both chuckling to themselves. He knew it was Jason’s idea to call up Jon to make this impromptu trip more believable for his father, but when breaking it down, Damian wasn’t completely sure that this option was much better than taking Adrien straight to Dick’s side.

“Anyways, I know I’m just the cover story so that you can meet up with Selina and all that, but do you have time to spare? I’d love to show Mari and Adrien around Metropolis! That’s your name, right? Adrien? Mari used to have so many cutouts of you-”

A smack echoed through the airport lobby as Jon found himself in a headlock courtesy of one petite heroine.

“Oh, you wanna bring that up now Jon? I don’t suppose you remember asking for a couple of my magazines for yourself huh?”

There was an undeniable shade of red emitting from under Marinette’s arm, one all three boys noted. A sputtering Jon finally managed to free himself, the red more visible as he gently pushed Marinette away.

“Hey it’s okay, it’s the cost of being a celebrity right?” Adrien reached out, his hand gently brushing Jon’s arm.

A sudden realization hit Damian as he watched his friend jump nearly 100 feet into the air, the red seemingly brighter than before. As Jon linked arms with Marinette, hurriedly leading them out of the airport, Adrien gently coaxing the two to behave, Damian gripped Jason’s jacket pulling the two of them to a stop.

“What do you want brat? We’re gonna get left behind-” With one killer glare, Jason slowly quieted, curiosity seeping into his expression.

“Jason, is uh- does Jonathon- does he see guys as viable mates?”

There was a slight pause and for a moment, Damian felt a bit relieved that perhaps he was not the only one to fail to notice such a thing about the Kent boy. But the moment ended abruptly as Jason erupted in laughter, drawing the attention from some passing by.

“What is it you buffoon? People are staring at us, silence yourself, and answer me.”

“Me buffoon? No, no, no” Jason’s laughter slowly ceased, but the shit-eating grin that replaced it did nothing to ease Damian’s nerves. “You see, you are the only idiot here. What is Jon? An animal? His mating preference?”

Damian felt his face heating up as his grip tightened on Jason’s jacket, intent on tearing a small hole in his precious belonging.

“Now Damian, I know you are dense, but Jon has always talked about guys with you. Did you just think they were all besties? That your third-wheeling on his dates where they gave each other like pecks on the cheek or held hands was just because you hate physical contact and his other friends didn’t mind it?”

The more Jason talked, the redder Damian felt his face becoming. Sure he had noticed before, but it never felt like it was something that mattered much. Plus, it wasn’t like Jon had mentioned anything to him about coming along on his supposed dates. How was he supposed to know?

Letting go of Jason’s jacket, Damian huffed after his friends, ignoring his brother’s taunting calls. There was only one thought that was still left on his mind.

If Jon had a crush on Adrien Agreste, this could ruin the whole plan.

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He was right.

What was implied to be a one day tour ended with them staying a week in Metropolis. And the worst part? Damian was completely powerless to do anything about it.

“Hey enfant démon, you seen my partner or yours for that matter?”

Damian scowled at Marinette as she leaned against his doorframe, her expression as exasperated as he felt.

“I told you to quit calling me that. Just because it’s in French doesn’t make it better heathen.”

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him, remaining firm in her spot as she waited for her answer. With a great sigh, Damian shook his head, glancing from his book to out the hotel window.

“They snuck out sometime early this morning while I was on my run. Jason was supposed to be keeping an eye on them.”

A slight protest echoed through the suite as Marinette shook her head.

“Do you think we’ll ever get Adrien to meet Selina at this rate? I know he needed this break, but I hadn’t expected to be gone this long. I just turned 17, if it wasn’t for Jason here being a technical adult, my parents would have never let me come. I’m honestly surprised that they haven’t shown up to drag me to Paris.”

Damian nodded slightly, his thoughts straying to the idea of an angry Sabine showing up at their hotel. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He opened his mouth, unsure how to respond when he caught the sound of a set of familiar giggles outside the suites’ door.

“We’re home! Marinette! You won’t believe how awesome the sunrise in Metropolis is when you’re so high up. Jon is awesome!”

The boy tried his best to hide his blush as he gently swatted Adrien’s shoulder, earning a giggle from the blonde.

“Okay lovebirds, how about you stop running off without the rest of us? At least tell us where you’re going, is that too much to ask?”

A simultaneous ‘yes mom’ came from the duo as they ducked out of Marinette’s reach, racing down the hallway.

“That’s it, I’m calling Selena right now. Damian, Jason, between the two of you, figure out a way to keep our rebellious teens in check. It shouldn’t take longer than thirty minutes for her to arrive, I’m sure the two of you can manage.”

Jason peeked his head into Damian’s room, his eyebrows raised matching how Damian felt. Did she have any idea how hard it was to hold down a Kryptonian without using Kryptonite? If only she hadn’t banned Damian from bringing it to Metropolis.

With a small huff of annoyance, Damian swung his legs off his bed, placing his book back on the nightstand carefully. This was going to be the longest thirty minutes of his life.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Dammit children, can’t you sit still for one minute!” Jason gripped both boy's collars as he tossed them back onto the couch that they had escaped from.

“Aw, c’mon Jason. I thought you were the fun Wayne! I just want to show Adrien a good time before he had to leave.”

Damian wasn’t sure how much more Jason could take. The vein on his forehead looked like it was about to burst from him resisting beating the two to a pulp. It was honestly a bit satisfying to look at.

“Can you at least explain why we’re on house arrest? The day has just started and we’re already wasting it.”

“I told you already Agreste, Marinette wants you to meet a friend of hers that lives nearby. We can’t have you skipping out before she gets here.”

Adrien sighed dramatically before falling into Jon’s shoulder.

“But waiting is boring!”

Damian felt his nose twitch while staring at the blonde. Honestly, he didn’t know how Marinette was able to keep up with this child-like energy for all the years she had. He was exhausted after a mere thirty minutes.

The sound of the doorknob rattling caught the attention of the four as a collective sigh of relief echoed through the room.

“Well hello there my kittens, long time no see.” Within a split second, Selina was already on top of Damian, pulling him into the biggest hug she could manage.

“Release me you heathen, I do not like being touched!”

Selina giggled as she tightened her hug before releasing him, allowing him to drop to the floor.

“Oh, I know. I enjoy giving you a hard time the most Damiboo.”

Damian cringed at the nickname as he allowed Marinette to help him back to his feet. While Selina was unbearable, he honestly had to applaud Jason for his thought. If anyone could reign in the energy Adrien had, it would be her.

“You must be Adrien. I’m Selina Kyle, so very nice to meet you.”

Adrien swallowed hard as he tentatively reached out his hand to shake hers. No one could blame him, the look on Selina’s face was terrifying as if she was admiring a jewel before shattering it into pieces.

“Now let’s cut to the chase. Do you want to live with me? You obviously need a parent figure in your life, but you also only have a year left until you can be on your own. I know it’s a big change from Paris, but between Zeta tubes and that little horse your friend Marinette carries, you’ll never be too far.”

Damian bit his lip hard, trying not to yell at Selina for her brashness. She was supposed to be gentle and coaxing. Get him to like her, spend the day with him, and then suggest it. Adrien looked as white as a ghost, as expected when someone you’ve only heard stories about shows up in your hotel room with adoption papers.

“Uhm, I don’t really want a guardian. My aunt said she would rent me an apartment wherever I wanted and when the time came for my 18th birthday, she’d sign it over to me-”

Adrien was cut off as Selina placed a finger over his lips, shocking him into silence.

“Honey, I can do that for you. Don’t rely on family who will want to steal your father’s fortune. However, I will have a few conditions.”

Adrien nodded slowly, his eyes glancing around frantically as if asking for help.

“First, you must visit Wayne Manor once a week for a family dinner, I refuse to let you off the hook with no real resemblance of a family. Second, you must rent here in Metropolis where you already have a good person looking out for you. And third, you must force Damian and Jason to participate in these once a week dinners.”

Jason and Damian shouted frantically for him to decline, their plans falling to pieces before them. They only quieted down after Marinette reached back giving them matching red bumps on their foreheads.

“What do you say, sweetie? I can tell you and Jon are already close and I think this would be best for everyone. You had already finished your studies in France so you can take this year to decide what you want to do next in life and I think between the Kents and us, we can help you with that.”

It took less than a minute for Adrien to agree and for Damian and Jason to be bested by two black cats. Selina insisted on lunch to celebrate, dragging Adrien and Jon with her and out the door leaving the three exhausted crusaders behind.

“Well, technically Bruce won’t be the one adopting him.” Marinette shrugged before plopping on the couch, the other two following suit.

“Yeah, but like, we went through all this trouble to stop Dick and Adrien from meeting, and now we will be having weekly dinners with them. Marinette, you are officially forced into this agreement as well.” Jason poked at her side, a small sigh of defeat escaping from his lips.

“Stupid lovestruck Jon.” Marinette and Jason turned their attention to where Damian sat, his arms crossed in annoyance. “I bet if they hadn’t had this week to hang out, Selina wouldn’t have picked up on their stupid crushes. Why do you women always feel the need to meddle?”

The air was silent for a moment before laughter erupted from Damian’s right side. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help the small giggle that came from his own mouth. Stupid Jon, making him attend family dinners with the likes of Dick and Adrien. He was happy for him, not to be confused with the utter annoyance he felt for him at the moment as well.

As they sat there joking about their shared fate and pondering how it could’ve gone differently, one thought was constant across all three of their minds:

Who could’ve planned for stupid lovestruck Jon?

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[yeetus-feetus]

de-aging au

Duke is a much smaller Duke one day, he's lost all his memories beyond the young age he is now and he's scared and confused. He doesn't know where is. But then there's Tim, his Robin! And suddenly everything is

The bats have no idea what's going on, but Duke refuses to go to anyone but Tim. He's also a little ball of energy bouncing off all the walls, and Tim is SO tired. "Robin- Tim, come play tag with me!"

One night Tim ends up passing out at his desk, a sleeping Duke cuddling into him on his lap.

Except when Duke wakes up Tim is small too. And he doesn't remember who Duke is!!

So Duke reintroduces himself and Tim let's himself be dragged downstairs to the actually Batcave!

Bruce is looking at them in absolute astonishment, they're so small!!

Damian laughs at Tim's smallness and Tim gives a cold glare. Maybe age can't change some things.

"where are Nightwing and the new Robin?" Tim asks.

"I'm Robin."

"no, I meant Jason!" Tim huffs and crosses his arms. Ah, he's so young he still believes Jay is Robin.

Duke is still clinging to him, but Tim can't bring himself to mind all too much.

Bruce doesn't know how to handle these boys, between a hyperactive Duke and an absolute menace Tim.

Dick tries to help, but even he can't keep up with the mischief and shenanigans they get up to together.

"dick pick us up!"

"yeah! Pick us up pick us up! And swing us around until we get dizzy!"

"again!"

"again!"

It's time to bring out the big guns, and by that they mean calling Jason over to the manor.

Tim settles immediately, but Duke remains overly weary around the large man with guns strapped to his thighs. He's kinda scary.

But Tim likes Jason well enough. At some point he ends up cuddled up with Jason who's stretched out on the couch, and Duke is just a little bit jealous.

"hey stop hogging him! Tim is mine," Duke pouts.

Jason raises an eyebrow at the boy, and Tim tilts his head. "You know there's enough room for both of us up here, right? Jason is a lot bigger than he used to be."

Duke considers this. "Mm okay, but only because you're up there". And he climbs up into Jason's lap to cuddle into Tim's side.

It's calm for a moment, until Duke starts to fidget, not able to stay still for too long. Jason let's put an annoyed noise and looks at them over the top of his book. "Would you quit it I'm tryna read here".

"what are you reading?" Duke asks.

"Macbeth."

Tim scrunched his nose up. "Why are you reading that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of school", and Tim catches something in his tone that Duke absolutely doesn't.

"it sounds silly. Will you red it to us?"

Jason looks at the both of them for a very long moment before signing. "Sure, but you've gotta stay still, your knees are already in my ribs."

The three of them all end up falling asleep like that, tucked into the lounge and curled up together.

Except when they wake up in the morning, Jason is scrawny little boy, even smaller than Tim and Duke.

Tim explains what he can to the tiny Jason as Duke sneaks some snacks from the kitchen cupboard for them.

Cass catches them stuffing their faces with junk food and squeals. "Three baby brother's now!" And scoops them all up as the quick and try to squirm away.

"gotta tell B"

"wait who are you exactly?" Jason asks.

"big sister", Cass smiles and pets his curls.

"no way! Really? I've never had a big sister before", he exclaims.

Cass carries all three of them down to the Batcave because she's so strong and cool! And Jason can't believe he ends up with such a cool sister.

"Batman!!!" Jason shouts in pure excitement, and Bruce turns around and almost cries.

Because look how small!! Oh baby Jay lad!! So precious and smol!

"I think the de-aging syndrome may be contagious", Tim speaks up. "You should have us all properly quarantined until you can find a cure."

quarantine is fun, for Jason and Tim at least (tiny Tim is plotting revenge on whoever caused this, Jason is reading and occasionally shouting at the characters). Duke can't stand having to stay still in the same one room for so long.

idk where this is going, but consider this awesome 3am idea of mine

[joz-yyh]

Blighted Hearts - Ch. 7

SUMMARY: The storm has past, but another brews on the horizon for not all are willing to accept Bigby’s presence. This abomination is not like the others before it, as a certain someone will come to find out. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: T (violence / prejudice / swearing)

PAIRING: Abomination x Flagellant

WORD COUNT: 3,951

READ ON Ao3: -> HERE!!

A/N: Continuing on from where I left off in the last chapter, recounting Bigby’s first few days at the abbey. Mostly a cute and light-heated chapter, but not without a little antagonism. *Side note: the chant Bigby sings is an Enochian prayer as per my headcanon.

P.S Take a look at my abomxflag chibis -> HERE!! 💚

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“You should have seen it, the storm,” Damian proclaims, exuberant in his recounting, “I am amazed he survived the trip here.”

“I can imagine. The rain was so loud, I had to stuff cotton in my ears,” Junia admits, “it’s a wonder you could sleep so soundly Baldwin.”

The tall prince smiles, a glow about him that's radiant and hardy. “I find that the calamity soothes, drowns the mind with sleep.” 

“Speaking of, I told Bigby of the beds, but he was not there,” Damian laments, defeated by the discovery, “I fear he might have already left."

Junia shares in his disappointment. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious stranger. This “Bigby” character was all Damian could talk about, though it was a nice change from his usual rants about lash wounds.

“Oh,” Junia exclaims as they pass the dining hall, observing a peculiar addition to the space.

The vestal stops in her tracks, waving the two religious men back to her, pointing to their apparent late night visitor still strung out by the fire, blanket swaddled across his back.

“Is that him,” she whispers, dampening her voice behind her glove.

“It is,” Damian grins.

“He’s so small,” Baldwin remarks, dazzled by how his destitute form blends right into the wood.

“Poor thing must have been exhausted,” the nun pouts, “falling asleep at the table like that.”

Unanimous, they all share in her sentiment, the scene as adorable as it is melancholy.

"Shall I wake him," she asks, looking to her kin, “At least to move him to a proper bed.”

Damian and Baldwin both nod their approval, the vestal giggling in delight, her cadence cautious as she approaches the slumbering fellow.

"Um, hello," the vestal speaks lightly, greeting him from across the table, “good morning, sleepy head.”

Still drowsy, Bigby blinks, coming to. The cloaked figure in front of him a blur, the sights and sounds of his surroundings still so new, the catalyst for his explosive response. The accursed lad jumps out of his seat, hugging the blanket tight, backing himself against the wall in ardent terror.

"Shh, it's OK. I won't hurt you," she soothes, distraught by this unexpected reaction. The vestal lends him a sympathetic eye, never knowing another soul be frightened of her before. 

“Damian told us you came with the storm last night. Can't imagine how terrible that was. You must've been very brave.”

Bigby stares, trying to calm his raging heart, recognizing the vestal's round features from the portrait, the woman residing just beneath it now.

“Oh yes, how rude of me. I am Junia,” she continues, a gloved hand laid across her chest in introduction, “This is Baldwin and of course you've already met Damian.”

She indicates the two men standing behind her, the leper the biggest amongst them all, his likeness much more imposing than his artistic depiction gave him credit for.

His gaze then falls on the flagellant, lingering on him, breaths settling down, defensive stature receding at his cognizant appearance.

Damian, he remembers that name.

“Hi,” the lycan offers weakly.

Junia giggles, charmed by his cuteness.

“How long will you be staying with us,” she asks, drawing his focus, hoping to promote friendly conversation.

“Um … I–I am not sure,” he deflects, inching further away, huddling around his numerous protective layers.

“Oh, then where is it you’re coming from? Is it a village? Someplace near or far?”

“Junia, please give the poor boy some air to breathe,” Baldwin interjects, sighing at her slew of questions. The girl had a tendency to ramble when exhilarated.

“Oh yes, please forgive me," she says, blushing in embarrassment, covering her mouth in self-reflection, “It’s not often we get such excitement.”

Her apologies do nothing to change his mind. If anything they spur his retreat.

"Perhaps, I should be on my way,” the abomination says, skirting around her, bound for the exit, “the storm has passed and I do not want to impose more than I already have." 

"Is it true," Damian cuts in, stepping forward, "you will not be staying for prayer?"

Upon this revelation, the leper and vestal look toward their comrade, the uncommon expression of forlorn persistence on his face, then next to Bigby, distressed and wavering in his stance, awaiting now the turnout of this delegation.

“Seems I forgot,” the nomad says, looking away from their baited trifecta, weighing his options over.

He could still refuse, make up some excuse as to why he can't attend, but it wouldn't be fair to treat kindness with scorn, the guilt alone would destroy him if he left now.

"I suppose I can stay for a bit," he agrees, quiescent compared to the grandness of such a large room.

Hearing this, Damian beams, the sun on a field of dandelion flowers and suddenly Bigby feels warmth in his chest as if it we're truly the peak of summer's eve.

“That makes me everso glad,” the vestal cheers, “Mass is going to be extra lively today!”

“Before that,” the leper interjects, sliding in front, addressing their guest, “Would you care for some breakfast?”

The wolfboy’s stomach gurgles loud enough for the entire group to hear, a binge of laughter ensuing from the religious folk, Bigby betrayed by his own body, but that was nothing he hadn't experienced before. 

“I knew you looked too skinny,” remarks the strapping armored man, “What would you like?”

Not like he can deny their hospitality now.

“Anything is fine,” Bigby smiles, head canted, a hedge of humble brows.

“Then we will share what we have,” Baldwin declares, eager to put some meat on his bones.

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Despite the violence that had waged throughout the night, Reynauld awoke with a spring in his step. 

A fervid tune plays upon his lips to match the birds and the sunshine, the melody of his whistle spreading throughout the luminous halls as he dresses, readied in armor.

The abbey's walkways are lined with his footfalls, as is routine for him, making the extra effort to inspect the stonework of his home for any damages that might have arisen from the storm, and to his amazement, there were no broken windows, no holes to patch, no flooded basement to sop up. How fortuitous.

Breakfast was already laid out for him as well, the others blissfully absent from the dining room, the knight able partake in all the spoils at his leisure while the raindrops drip dry from the trees outside.

Humors full, the knight returns to finish his rounds, reflecting upon how utterly splendid, almost picturesque this day was shaping up to be. Well, that is until he visits the chapel for their usual morning congregation.

The song he’d been carrying thus far dies on a jagged cord, his knightly intuition alerting him of something amiss, a strange nuance unknown.

A quaint gathering of his peers are huddled around something or rather someone, shutting out his view, unable to perceive who is held within.

“What's going on here,” the knight demands, striding up to their circle, taking authority over their blatant fixation.

“We have a visitor,” Baldwin smiles, happy to bestow this news, parting from the ring of bodies to let the crusader inside, “come say ‘hello.’”

A visitor?

Skeptical, Reynauld wedges himself toward the center, hoping to disband this schoolyard spectacle, return order to the disorderly.

“Go on, give it a try, wolfie,” he hears the jester nudge, strumming his lute, “I'll even give you a note to start on.”

Wolfie? Just what kind of ridiculous pet name has Sarmenti come up with this time? And for who?

Here marks the end to his perfect morning. The moment he lays eyes on the travesty of this sacrilege does the knight feel his instincts burn, needing to restrain himself from unsheathing his blade, slay this most unclean creature where he stands.

He knew that mark, of what it meant, of what hell their kind could wrought if left to their own devices, fought many minions of the dark on battlefields past, cursed presences that needed to be destroyed for the greater good to thrive. 

Abominations as they are aptly named.

“What is that –,” Reynauld catches himself before speaking a curse, settling instead for something more innocuous amidst his colleagues, “– thing doing in here?”

Everyone balks, his outburst changing the tone of the room to one of appalled shock.

Even the creature looks at him with round, wounded eyes, but he must not fall for such tricks, many of his brothers at arms had made the same fatal mistake. They are all monsters unbecoming, playing at human, a guise meant to lower defenses, a predator manipulating it’s misguided prey.

“He is our guest,” Baldwin reminds him, frowning at such old worldviews. He had hoped Reynauld had let go of such prejudice, but it seems not, still carrying the teachings of a long forgotten crusade, the knight itching for his sword, gloved hands wrapped around the hilt, one swift motion away from turning this pall into a bloodbath.

The leper would not stand to see that happen, grabbing onto his comrade’s chest plate, lifting the knight as if he weighed nothing, the former king holding superior strength over the other. 

“What is the meaning of this,” the knight demands, flailing in his fellow warrior’s grip.

The tall, bandaged man walks them away, pushing the knight against the far wall, looming over him with foreboding ilk. Reynauld settles, not immune to the intimidation of such an unyielding figure.

“Baldwin, you must agree with me, that … abomination never should have set foot in here,” he growls, voice toned down to a vehement whisper, “You do not know of what he will do! He will lie in wait, slaughter us all while we sleep!”

“Perhaps, in the days long past you would be right to harbor your suspicions, but the old ways have changed for a reason. Try to see past it. Give him a chance. We are all deserving of those, are we not?”

“It cannot stay here,” he roars, his voice projecting off stone, turning heads.

Baldwin narrows his eyes behind his gilded mask, shoving Reynauld harder against the bricks.

“He can and he will. You remain outmatched in this debate or need I remind you of your own road to redemption?”

Reynauld snarls under his breath, hating that Baldwin had brought that up, that he dare use his own sins against him.

“Fine,” the shorter man hisses, vitriolic, “but the moment he shows any sign of turning, I will see him gone from this holy place!”

The leper nods, his lips curling to one of accord, “You will not make a move without all of us behind you. Am I understood?”

The knight stalls, not wholly satisfied with these deliberations, but finally agrees with a stiff, barely discernible tilt of his helmet.

“Good,” the leper says, leaving off his hold, allowing Reynauld repossession of himself, “Then, let us return to the festivities.”

The knight loiters until the leper is a few paces away, adjusting the fit of his armor plate, scoffing at this indictment.

“Pay him no heed,” Damian snarls, waving  Reynauld’s bias away, “He knows not of which he speaks.”

“Yes, please,” the vestal adds, her hands curled in a begging proposition, “We want to hear you sing!”

“Inability has clouded his judgment,” the leper taunts, rejoining the circle, making it whole again, ”Reynauld can do no more than whistle, you see.”

Finally making his way back to the group, the knight catches the tail-end of that remark, reeling in humiliation.

Inability? Reynauld was more than capable! Forgive him for trying to uphold the sanctity of this holy institution instead of perfecting his own musical prowess. He keeps such thoughts to himself, however, lest his objections cause a stir. Frustrated with the situation, the knight crosses his arms, hot breath huffing against his the harlequin shapes of his mouth guard.

“Let's hear, let's hear,” Sarmenti chants into Bigby's ear, giggling at the knight’s expense, hoping to teach the ol’ scrap heap a new tune.

“Won't you please, for us,” Damian asks, smiling at him with the same unfathomable warmth as before.

Us, he uses the term as if Bigby were already accepted here, an irrefutable member of the church despite the concussed transgressions that just took place.  

To appease the crowd, the shackled wanderer gives in, trapped within their ring of gazes, unable to escape the fortitude of bodies.

“OK,” Bigby nods.

Exclamations of delight are passed between the members of his audience, Bigby already closing his eyes, taking a deep breath in preparation. 

They settle each other into a hush just as quickly, eagerly awaiting his performance, not wanting to miss a single note.

The lycan need not look at the verses, he already knows them by heart, the creature howling inside his head in a duet, dulling all the expectant faces around him.

His voice rings low at first, his vocal cords long out of use, a melody as delicate and ephemeral like falling snow. It crescendos into a higher pitch, enduring and strong like the earth upon which it rests, harmonizing the lyrics that come next.

*<God of Divine Mercies, 

fasten and truss together every mighty, merciful, and glorious heart with beauty, 

and every mighty, merciful, and glorious mind in this place with me. 

Open the mouths of every heart to speak the glory of the heavens.>*

Rays of light stream down from above, the power of his song summoning them, the magic of his voice swirling about the crowd. Sparks of the holy flame flitter about them like sprites, filling their hearts with uncanny fondness and then all too soon it’s over, the glimmers dissipating just as soon as the last note of the outro is sung. 

It takes him a moment to finally open his eyes, lost in the haze, but once he does, Damian, Junia and Baldwin greet him in wild applause. 

“Bigby, that was beautiful,” Junia cheers, clutching her cheek, dreamy sparkles in her eyes, “I swear I got goosebumps!”

“Bravo,” the leper says, clapping mighty.

“Would you sing us another,” Damian asks, eager for more.

“No, I couldn't,” Bigby declines, waving off his request for an encore, "Let someone else have a turn.”

Damian and Junia both frown in disappointment, their shoulders slouching with missed opportunity.

“Aww, well if you ever change your mind,” the vestal adds sweetly, “the floor is always open to you.”

“Speak for yourself,” the jester scoffs, turning up his masked nose, standing taunt and cross.

Sarmenti had been secretly hoping Bigby wouldn't live up to the hype, embarrass himself with how truly horrible he sounded, but the wolfboy had a fair bit of talent, that he couldn't deny. Much to the jester’s chagrin, Baldwin had enjoyed it far more than what he could have predicted, showing the half-breed more enthusiasm than his own personal minstrel, stoking Sarmenti's jealousy.

“Sarmenti,” the mace-totting vestal scolds, regarding him with a set of scornful brows.

“Whaaaat,” he dawls, gesticulating, “I have a schedule! A show to do, remember?”

Junia sighs, a complaint towards the timing of his theatrics, but he did have point, and seniority, “Fine, fine, you are free to sing anytime Sarmenti isn't performing.”

“Hm,” the funny man nods, sticking his tongue out (not that it possible to notice such a thing, concealed as it was).

The knight cannot believe his ears. The abomination knew the ancient tongue of angels? Unheard of! Everyone else may have been charmed by his albeit convincing little stunt, but the crusader won't be fooled by such obvious trickery. Still, until he has enough proof to open the proverbial eyes of his comrades to the true nature of the beast, he'll have to bear his company in stride.

“Perhaps now would be a good time to enlist our daily prayers,” Reynauld insists, ready to move on with his day, shine the spotlight where it truly belonged, “we have already fallen behind.”

“Very well,” Baldwin agrees, the request reasonable enough, “if everyone would kindly take their seats, I'll begin.” 

The eloquent leper assumes his role at the pulpit, opening up the historical book that rests upon the podium. It was the oldest tome and the most ornate, his preferred script to read from.

Damian wants to offer Bigby a spot next to him and Junia, but the abomination has already chosen a seat a few rows back, quietly sat in the middle of the pew. Though there's closer seats available, the flagellant doesn't want to overwhelm him more than he already is. If he was comfortable there, than the morbid priest could live with that.

Bigby reaches for the hymnal book rack in front of him, taking the leather bound miniature in hand. He hasn't held a bible in ages, surprised it doesn't burst into flames when he touches it, like Reynauld seems to expect.

The wolfboy steals a glance at the knight, tracking his whereabouts, making sure to keep a distance so as not to provoke another episode. Seems the swordsman shares his sentiments, taking residence on the other side of the room, along with Sarmenti who would rather stand, loitering by the wall.

Baldwin begins to read, his powerful and steady baritone perfect for drawing Bigby’s attention. He can see why he is preaching, the man is truly dedicated to every word, abiding by the same values he beseeches, a true believer. 

“I’ll be sharing a passage from Saint Matthew,” says the former king, “an important lesson that some of us so easily forget.” 

The leper clears his throat, reciting the wise calligraphy immortalized on the page.

“Learn to love thy enemies. Be merciful and kind. Pray for them, forgive them, befriend them. Do not close your heart to those who are an ally of faith. Do judge others and you yourself will not be judged in return.”

The relevance is all too apparent and the abomination counts down the minutes, knowing this calm is only temporary, that these people won't matter and he'll be back to wandering aimlessly soon. His heart throbs in anguish, hair frazzled, teeth and claws vying for release, enough that he’s clutching at it through the chains.

Unable to contend with his emotions, Bigby shuffles out of his seat, slipping towards the exit in the back, discreet in manner. Baldwin might’ve been the only one in a position to notice, standing exalted at the dias of the room, overlooking everyone (or so he thought), but the leper doesn't make a move to stop him. The werewolf is grateful, needing a moment of solitude, a retreat before services conclude and he's surrounded by an onslaught of prodding acquaintances again.

“Bigby, would you–,” Damian twists around, but cannot find their guest of honor amongst the pews. 

Just where had he gone? Before he knows it, the flagellant is up, intent on looking for him, motivated by feelings of loss, of never seeing him again.

“Where are you going,” Junia inquires with a hush, mindful of Baldwin’s sermon.

“I’ll be right back,” is all the bloody priest offers, knowing there was only one place his quarry could be, all other options closed off save for one.

This decommissioned room is darker, a cave next to how illuminated the rest of the Abbey was. At first glance it looks abandoned, a trove of dust and cobwebs, but as he treads closer, he finds Bigby near the old wood of a retired confessional, not inside but hidden next to it’s shadow.

The umbra moves, two peridot eyes flashing from within.

"What did you think of the service," Damian asks, trying to hold back his excitement, but it inevitably seeps through.

"It was nice," the wolfboy replies, keeping still, neutral as if hoping to fade into the wall.

"The way you sang with such emotion, I am inclined to believe this is not the first time you have recited the Light's prayer," the priest twitters, swirling around with arms wide, invigorated by the memory. Damian feels as though he could scale a mountain with nothing but his bare hands.

When he notices Bigby has gone quiet rather than share in his praise, Damian reigns in his effervescent tidings.

"Am I wrong," he asks, stepping closer, voice cracking.

Should Bigby tell him? No, not everything, but perhaps just a piece of his past would suffice.

"No, you're not wrong," the man sighs, head downcast, mind heavy with shame.

A long moment hangs between them, the two unsure of where to take the conversation, but the flagellant will not give up.

"Forgive me for asking,” Damian starts, voice gentle, “You do not have to answer, but what has changed you so? I sense great reverence from you, but it is divided."

Was it wise to reveal more? He can’t explain it, but this man, something about him makes him feel … serene, enough that he’s already reaching into his pocket, taking out his rosary for his company to see.

"I still carry it.”

There, in his palm, is a crucifix made of crude materials, wood long since faded, tied together with scraps of rope. 

"It's lovely," Damian gasps, drawing closer to get a better look.

The abomination scoffs. How could he think of something so crudely broken as lovely?

Bigby still remembers that day, how ugly it was, how much rage he held as his life changed forever. How could the holy flame allow this to happen to him? Betray him? He’d been faithful, attended mass every Sunday, said his prayers just as he was supposed to. He believed and yet and still he captured, tortured, and defamed. 

"You don’t have to patronize me," Bigby growls curling his fist around the trinket, shielding it from the flagellant's sight.

"Do you not see,” the priest says, risking a step closer, “that was never my intention.”

He lays his hand upon Bigbys, the man gasping, clenching, but he does not pull away.

The flagellant smiles, grateful for this when the other had once spurned his touch. 

“Let me show you,” he says, unfurling the abomination's fist like a chrysalis of wings.

He strokes bloody fingers over where the wood was once broken in half, the mending of rope that was used to repair it. This small token held such history, a declaration of its owner's struggle to renounce the very thing he so badly wants to forgive.

"These cracks, they represent your own journey, just like the lines of your hand. They speak to me, they say that you have not lost hope even in darkness. That is what makes it so lovely."

Bigby tries to concentrate on his words and not on his touch. If he was honest, something about Damian has a way of lowering his defenses, making him forget all except for the warmth spreading in his veins.

He realizes that he's daydreaming, head lost in the clouds while the flagellant is still speaking to him.

"I believe that is why you came to us," Damian says, a revelation, "that you were drawn here when you could have gone anywhere else that night. That this is where you are meant to be."

Other than seeking a safe haven from the rain, Bigby doesn't think his decision serves any higher purpose, but now that he dwells on it maybe Damian had a point.

"I want to help you find that faith again," the flagellant says, their positions allowing him to see under his hood, looking him in the eye, "Will you permit me the honor?"

Bigby holds his gaze, crumbling to it, weak and helpless.

"Yes.”

How could he say anything else?

[black-streak]

Saturday night's alright for fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - Curious New Hobbies

Part 11!

My god this took a while to write! Special thanks to @st0rmy-w1th1n and @mysnis (hope this is your correct Tumblr) for bouncing ideas with me and @kceedraws for giving permission to use her breakdancing au as inspiration for this!

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They had meant to go the arcade for their date tonight. In fact, they'd even walked in and started scoping out games to play, but alas it wasn't to be.

Within moments of arriving, who else but Damian would single Mari out and immediately tell them to leave.

And of course she protested. In response, Damian only pointed at Jon over at the pacman machine (how dare he, that's the game Marinette was searching for!) and mentioned his lack of ability to keep secrets and suddenly she turned and dragged Tim right back out the door.

Walking down the sidewalk, he side eyed her, considering the best way to start his interrogation.

"So. You trying to keep me secret then?"

"No! Of course not. Just might've forgotten to mention something like… over a month ago."

"And it involves not letting Jon know we were there?"

"Only because he's a nark who would've ruined the fun. And heaven knows Damian and I wouldn't be satisfied with a void bet."

"You made a bet about our relationship with Damian?"

"About your family," she partially corrected.

"Do I even want to know."

"Was supposed to tell you a bit ago so you wouldn't ruin the stakes, so probably not, but im telling you anyways."

Sighing with false exasperation, he gestured for her to continue.

"We have an ongoing bet over how long it'll take everyone to figure out that you and I are together and not Dami and me."

With that, she relayed all the details of their bet and his part in it, manic grin spread across her face as her gait gained a small skip to it. Tim couldn't help but shake his head at her antics, amused despite an itch in the back of his mind saying this wouldn't end well.

"Alright, I'll play along. Honestly, I think you'll both lose. Your predictions are too specific. Too many potential outlying factors."

"True, but we did give set time frames. So at least one part of the bet will absolutely be clear on who won. Plus, I find victory in the fact that Damian didn't think of that possibility. That we'd both be wrong."

"On another note, we need to find a plan b. Anything in mind?" He asked, reaching out and snagging her hand to draw her closer. 

Shrugging, she looked about them, seeing if anything caught the eye. Suddenly Tim stopped, accidentally yanking her back when she kept walking. She let out a sound of protest only to see his eyes locked on the building across the way with a considering look. 

The building was gray brick with no windows, however a neon purple sign to the right of the black wood door declared it "The Underground", a well known club amongst Gotham dancers and while neither were necessarily that, word had gotten around enough for both to have heard of the place before from word of mouth.

"How do you feel about checking it out?" Tim asked, a curious look about his eyes, studying her.

"I'm not opposed to the idea. Little surprised you're interested though," she commented, letting him lead the way inside.

A quick ID check and they were in, the room dark with neon tube lights flashing across different surfaces and strategic spotlights placed to bring attention to the various raised platforms. It was strange actually. The wall directly to the left of the hall they entered from held the bar on a raised level only to slide into a ground level dance floor which was normal enough, however in the opposite corner was a raised platform where different people would hop up to take advantage of the spacing to show off both freestyle and blatantly choreographed moves. Another few spotlight platforms raised up randomly in the floor, but the main focus was a rather large circular one in the center of the place, raised just enough to make it easy to see from anywhere in the place, but not so high as to block the view across the way. These places were the most lit up, allowing the anonymity to the dancers below while allotting the attention to those who choose to step up. Beyond that, there were many crevices and alcoves holding tables into the walls and a small hallway across the way presumably heading to the bathrooms. An upper balcony held only the DJ.

While Mari took in her surroundings, she felt Tim lead her out into the crowds, before turning back to her with a questioning look. Leaning in she spoke into his ear, a spark gleaning her eyes, "You've been before, haven't you?"

"A few times. It's the perfect place to destress without the nonsense of keeping an image. As long as you stay in the crowd, no one cares who you are," he replied, spinning her around before stepping in so her back pressed to his chest.  His hands ghosted down her sides to grasp her hips, starting to guide her into the beat.

For a while, they stayed like that, separating slightly and coming back together to follow different dances as the music flowed and changed around them. Turns out Tim was a surprisingly good dancer. 

Cheers broke out as a new song turned over, the first beats of Bum Bum Tam Tam coming over the speakers drawing attention towards the main platform as a pair jumped up, starting to get into the beat, working around each other only to burst into perfectly synced choreography at the first breakdown, resulting in more cheers. The two dancers would break away after that into a more freestyle, only to flow back into more rehearsed moves once more.

"Wait is that," she trailed off to a groan pressed to her shoulder.

"Yeah. That's them. Didn't know they came here."

As the song came to an end and the two on the platform jumped down, they could only stare as none other than Dick and Kori unknowingly made their way towards them. Tim pulled back from Mari subconsciously, not quite comfortable being so fully on display in front of people who actually knew them. Which made exactly zero sense when considering how much they cuddled in the manor. 

Finally the two spotted them, their grins widening and a new energy emerging as they rushed over. 

"Timothy! Starshine! You guys are here!" Came Kori's exuberant greeting, grabbing them both up in a hug.

"Hey, Mar, Damian not like dancing enough? Had to drag Timmy out?" Dick teased.

"Dami's at the arcade with Jon. And actually, coming here was Tim's idea," she answered amicably, conforming to the rules of the bet and not correcting Dick's obvious assumptions. "That was amazing by the way. You two looked great up there!"

Tim smirked down at her, seeing through her antics, especially now that she'd let him in on the rules of her game. Doesn't mean he couldn't play into it himself, he thought as he wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his chin atop her head.

"She's a great dance partner," Tim mentioned after both Kori and Dick had thanked and waved off Mari's compliments. "Considering learning something more structured with her, myself. Maybe give you two a run for your money."

"You definitely should! I can help with figuring out a style for you two if you'd like!" Kori offered immediately as Marinette turned to look at him in excitement.

"She has to agree first. Who knows, maybe this was a fluke and Mari will never dance with me again," he sighed in defeat.

Marinette turned, practically bouncing in anticipation, "Are you kidding? I'd love to! I want to come here again too."

"Even if you don't take my help with the dancing, I can record you two so you can look back and see for any needed improvements? That's what Richard and I do," Kori further offered up, Dick jumping back in right after.

"Oh yeah, it helps immensely. Especially if you were wanting to perform it on the platforms here."

Tim and Mari met eyes, before coming to an agreement, "Yeah, we'd appreciate that actually."

"Great! We'll set up some time here soon. In the meantime, I could definitely use a drink," Dick stated, looking back towards where he'd originally been headed. Kori grabbed onto Marinette instead, leading her back into the fray of dancers.

"We should invite Stephanie next. She would make a most interesting dance partner," Kori rattled on, suggesting a girls night that Mari agreed to immediately before getting back into the music with her new dance partner of the moment, Tim and Dick rejoining them shortly after. 

The night continued on this way, the four trading off between them, two not aware that it'd become a double date by this point. Eventually parting ways from the two, Tim and Mari made their way back towards his apartment, breathless and happy despite the unexpected interruptions to their night.

"How come we never end up at your place?" He asked suddenly.

"Because my apartment has become workzone number 2. Seriously, the place has essentially become a studio for my work that just so happens to have a kitchen and bedroom. Among other secrets not meant to be divulged… yet."

"Is that pertaining to the mystery of your magic."

"Perhaps."

"Mmm, whenever you're ready, I'll be happy to keep them for you. Though I can't imagine anything bigger than holding two technical gods in your pockets at all times."

"Shhh, don't let them hear you say that!"

He only chuckled, leading her into the complex and up to his penthouse. Silence overtaking them until the door had clicked shut.

"You staying the night, sweetheart?" Tim asked, toeing off his shoes and walking towards his room to get changed.

"Mm, think I might," she replied, following him in and stealing a shirt before wandering into the bathroom to get first dibs on a shower. She still found it lucky that while he might be the shortest of his brothers, she was still small enough to be buried in his clothes. Made it easier for night like these.

Finishing up, she plopped herself on his bad as he went to shower as well. 

Eventually, the door reopened, Tim entering in only pajama bottoms, hair still damp and in his face. She hummed her appreciation, enjoying the view and reaching out to tug him closer.

"Is it weird how comfortable we've become in so little time?" 

"Only if you're uncomfortable with it."

"I'm not."

"Good."

With the affirmation, he picked her up only to lay her out further up the bed. Stretching out at her side, he pressed kisses to her cheek and down her neck, hand trailing against exposed skin, clearly enjoying having her in his home, in his bed, in his shirt.

'Hmm, what were two raging insomniacs to do with the rest of their night?'

… 

Bonus:

Not a week later, after a long discussion with Damian to ensure that Kori was not included in the bet and swearing the alien to secrecy, they asked her to film something for them. A dance they had come with that was just for them. Not anything that could be performed in a club or for anyone to see. Maybe one day they'd post it somewhere or show Dick, but for now, it was theirs alone.

[grs-the-neighborhood]

Name: Verdona Levin

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday (Zodiac): January 16; Capricorn

Species: 50% Human, 25% Osmosian, 25% Anodite

Ethnicity: White / Alien?

Native Language(s): English

Nationality: American

Appearance Info

Height: 5'9"

Skin tone: Light

Eye shape/color: Round; Green

Hair style/color: Long Wavy; Black

Outfit style: Oversized Sweaters and Jeans

Accessories: Charms

Markings (birthmarks, scars, etc): N/A

Alignment Info

Hero/Villian/Civilian: Hero

Rank: Vanguard League (Supernatural Department)

Powers/Abilities:  

Natural Powers (By Mother) 

    -Mana Manipulation

    -Mana Absorption

    -Mana Detection

    -Memory Manipulation

    -Clairvoyance

    -Teleportation

    -Portal Creation

    -Telepathy

    -Telekinesis

Anodite Powers (By Mother)

    -Anodite transformation

    -Astral Projection

    -Magic

    -Flight

    -Size Alteration

Matter Absorption (By Father)

Fighting Style: 

    -Taekwondo (Taught by Mother)

    - Jujutsu (Yaught by Mother)

Weapons:

    -Spell Book

Personality:

    Verdona is very nonchalant, she tends to be very relax and reserve with people. She's kind and can be motherly to some of the other members, making sure they're fine if not then she would offer her healing. She enjoys music, it's something that puts her in a good mood. She's not nesessarily quiet but she's also not very talkative. She's the type that needs to be spoken too, however she has her moments when she gives a remark. She can be somewhat sarcastic but it's something that makes other laugh. She's very helpful and is a good ear, listening to other people's problems and helping them out.

Backstory:

    Born in Bellwood her parents had always given her a nice life. Making sure to not let their jobs or plumbing take up too much of their time. She was raised to be skilled in fighting, so when she's older she can help people like they did. Kevin, her father, had taught her how to use her osmosian powers in ways of defense and even offense. He gave her an insight to the good places to brokers. Her mother however taught her the ways of magic and being Anodite, even gave her lessons in some martial arts.

    Having these skills made Verdona a nice assest to a team, so she had asked about maybe joining the Vanguard League. Her mother was glad she would be wanting to join heroes, her father didn't seem to care. He was a villain and a hero, very hard to pick a side. But he was happy that she's doing something she wants. She teleported to Townsville and had search but managed to find the Vanguard League, where she met Damian. Son to Danny Fenton and Valerie. She had grown a crush on him. However she kept it professional and asked to join. After showing all of what she had the League had seen her as a valuable member for the team and she was accepted.

    She was excited and even transferred to the local school. Of course she teleports to the school and League whenever needed, she just needed a reason to be somewhere new. Plus she got to see Damian more. She was growing a liking to him and even wondered if she had a chance with him.

Relatives:

- Gwendolyn Tennyson Levin (Mother)

- Kevin Ethan Levin (Father)

- Ken Tennyson (Uncle)

- Ben Tennyson (First Cousin Once Removed)

- Max Tennyson (Great Grandfather)

- Verdona (Great Grandmother)

- Frank Tennyson (Maternal Grandfather)

- Natalie Tennyson (Maternal Grandmother)

- Mrs. Levin (Paternal Grandmother)

- Zed (Pet)

Relationships:

    Her parents and her get along well. Gwen and Kevin have their moments when they argue about the way one another trained Verdona but in the end they have seen that she's grown to be a wonderful daughter and fighter. She gets along well with her father being daddy's little girl, however she also gets along well with her mother. They are supportive and helpful with Verdona's future.

    Damian is the leader of the Supernatural Department she's in. She had grown a liking to him after their first encounter. Something about his scaredy-cat personailty made her smile. She just wanted to be there to help and protect him. In fact in battle she tends to be very protective of him and the team. She stays by his side and listens to his commands, and sometimes at school she can't help but ogle him from her locker. 

    As for Envie, the two seem to get along well. However they have their moments when they engage in a sarcasm battle that some people in the team wonder if they're fighting or just casually having fun. It's usually the latter.

    Vivian is someone Verdona has a hard time getting along with. Mainly due to her being unable to withstand Vivi's obnoxious and loud personality. Verdona tries to avoid her as best as she can but being in the same team it tends to get difficult. 

Small Stories w/ Characters:

            DAMIAN

    As she saw Damian walk by she nervously waved a hand at him, hoping to get his attention without scaring him. He stopped in his track and looked up at her.

    "Hey Damian, I don't mean to hold you up long, but... I was just hoping if you'd like to read this in your free time." She smiled and cautiously handed a small black journal to him, his hands took it curiously and opened it, skimming through it's content.

    "What is it?" He asks, but quickly realizes that it appears to be a journal filled with poems.

    "Just some poetry, I heard that you liked poetry so I wanted to show you some of my stuff. Maaaybe you can let me know if they're any good? I want to go to a poetry slam but I'm just too afraid that my work is ... well childs work."

    Damian smiles and gladly takes the book, he looks up at her eyes, "Thanks, I'll give it a read and let you know what I think about them tomorrow." With that he walked off, leaving Verdona to respond to his dissappearing body.

    "Awesome! Thank you-" she pauses, "Wait tomorrow morning?!" He was gone and she was nervous, was he planning on reading them all in one night? She creates a portal sending herself home, hoping for tomorrow to come sooner.

            Next Morning

    She walks around a room in the league where she ran into Damian the day before. She impatiently fiddled with her scarf before seeing him phase through a wall into the room.

    "Ah there you are," Damian spoke softly and she responded in the same manner.

    "So? What'd ya think?"

    He thought for a second and reassured her with a smile, "It's good. I think these would be perfect for a poetry slam."

    She blushed, taking her journal back she hugged it in her crossed arms and smiled at him, "You think so?... Hey maybe if you aren't busy, you'd like to join me friday for the slam?"

    He smiled, "Sure, Just text me the details and I will meet you there." She nodded, and with that he left again. She excitedly texted the details right away and walked out of the room her book still in her arms as she internally squealed with joy.

            VIVIAN

    It had been a while and Vivi hadn't stopped talking, she was talking to another member in the group and they didn't seem to mind her constant blabbering. However Verdona was starting to get a bit irritated, and with the potty mouth Vivi has Verdona found herself finally speaking up.

    "I know this space is free for members to socialize and relax but do you think you could maybe tone down the profanity?" She dodn't want to come off as a goodie goodie but she just wasn't a fan of profanity, mainly due to her high intelligence she found slang to sometimes be unnessecary.

    "Oh shit sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt yer quiet time," she reponded, only to turn back and continue her conversation. Her profanity had lessen but that only lasted less than a minute before she continued to do it again. Not on purpose, just out of habit.

    Verdona groaned, she just wanted to be in this room and enjoy some poetry reading with Damian, but he was running late and she was running out of patience.

    "We have a language filled with so many words that can replace that vulgar slang street talk of yours," she said slamming her book shut.

    "Why are ya bitching so much? I have the right to use any words I want, freedom of speech look it up."

    Her hands became fists and she stood up from her seat,"For your information I am fully aware of the Amendments-"

    "Well are you fully aware you got a stick up your ass that needs to be taken out?"

    Without another word Verdona gave up and grabbed her book and walked out, Damian had just walked in but quickly followed after her.

    Vivi sat there, a bit confused,"What's her problem?" 

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Welp that's it for my entry oof took forever

But I'm glad with the outcome, I love both of my new children and if neither wins I wont even be mad, I just love them too much xD

Sorry if any character is OOC, if I need to change things just let me know!

Bio Template (C) MintQuetzal 

Vivian (C) ppgzmlpfimlover 

Verse, Opal, Damian, Vivian, Serena, Kandi (C) PrincessCallyie 

Art, Junji, and Verdona (C) @japanda-draws

Any other character belongs to their rightful show and creator

She will be in @ej-cappy-universe 's GRS series: The Neighbors.

[scandalsavagefanfic]

You are my thoughts fuel right now. Can't stop thinking about your aus and fics even when I'm working! Like your werewolf Ra's and turned hunter Jay: What if after a while Ra's gets intrigued by Tim? How Jason would react? Or Once he is left alone at the base in wolf form and the Hunters Bats break in and take a random wolf for interrogation. The shock when they see its Jason and is pregnant! And that just for that one!

Hello darling! I wanted to answer this so much sooner but I had to get to this point in the story (which didn’t start as a story, just some smutty fun, until I got so many amazing asks with such amazing ideas).

Anyway, I was so flattered that my fics were on your mind! You are so sweet and amazing! Thank you so much!

Words: 1626

Rating: T? M? (I don’t know… there’s no sex in this part either… what’s happening to me?)

Read the previous chapters on AO3!

Jason knows something isn’tright when Ra’s tries to send him away with Talia and Damian.

Ra’s usually likes to keephim close, especially when he’s this far along. Jason takes some comfort fromthe fact that the Alpha didn’t seem to realize how attached to his omega hewould become. Those unwanted instincts and feelings to make one’s mate happyand protect them are apparently a two-way street. Ra’s gets particularlyprotective and territorial toward the end of Jason’s pregnancies. And he onlyhas a few weeks before he gives birth.

Again, he thinks bitterly. On the one hand, he’s grateful that hedoesn’t have to spend 9 months pregnant like a human (though he would muchprefer the 65-day period of wolves) and on the other he despises that the 4month pregnancy and short recovery time means Ra’s has kept him swollen withhis spawn practically all year.

He wonders if that’s normal. Humansand wolves usually only mate once a year and though his first year with thepack is past, he was pregnant a third timebefore it ended.

He’s also a little bitterthat he’s going miss his change by about a week and he is going to have to popthe new ones out as a human. He had his first litter as a wolf and the secondas person. He much prefers going through it as the wolf. It’s less…embarrassing? Certainly less painful.

And even though he loves allhis pups, there’s already too many for him to handle on his own.

Jason sighs. He doesn’t mindgoing off to wherever Ra’s wants them to go.

With Damian.

Damian’s still a pup and asthe oldest child he’s actually been pretty helpful wrangling all his littleaunts and uncles. Jason knows that much of the kid’s motivation is to make surenone of his grandfather’s new children supplant him in the pack hierarchy, toestablish his dominance over them early. But Jason also knows who Damian reallyis, that Damian feels the same pull to Jason’s pups that his little ones felttoward Bruce and Dick, that they’re pack twice over. No one had to tell him,and no one has. But he can see so much of Bruce in Damian it’s almost scary.

But Talia? He knows Ra’strusts his Alpha daughter as much as he trusts anyone. But he doesn’t think hismate sees the way she eyes him sometimes. He’s the only omega in the pack(apparently it’s normal that only the lead Alpha takes a mate) and she’d beenaway on a mission when Ra’s let everyone else have a go at him after hisill-fated escape attempt. He gets the feeling she thinks she missed out. It’spretty unlikely the opportunity will arise again. Even if Jason were to try torun away… at this point, Ra’s is too invested. He has no doubt the Alpha wouldpunish him severely. But it would be private. Ra’s won’t share him now. Regardless,Jason doesn’t really want to be alone with Talia.

So he’s grateful when hisAlpha changes his mind and says he can stay. That it ‘actually works out betterthis way’ which then puts Jason right back on edge.

Their current keep, a remote Gothic castle somewhere in northern Germany, is strangely quiet as Jasontiptoes around. Something is going on, he has a sick feeling in the pit of hisstomach. And it’s not however many pups are in there this time.

Ra’s had told him to staywith the kids. But that’s always been a given so the fact that he had felt theneed to say something… well, it makes it impossible for Jason to resist leavinghis pups with Damian to go snooping around.

The few people he does runinto don’t try to stop him either so the rest of the pack must not know what’sgoing on any more than him. Though he does disappear into a shadow to avoidTalia.

As he creeps deeper into thelower levels he hears speaking coming from a room at the end of a long stonehall. Jason recognizes Ra’s’ soft, low tone easily and spares a moment to hate the way it immediately calms him.The other voice is too quiet to make out.

“—my eye on you since youstarted looking into his disappearance,” Ra’s is saying as Jason carefullymakes his way to door, “You’re very nearly as good a hunter as your ‘father’.What you lack in his physical prowess you make up for with intellect. Too badintellect only gets you so far when you go off on your own.”

There’s the sound of chainsclinking together and little grunting noises that indicate a struggle. Thensomething is mumbled too gently for Jason to hear.

“No they won’t, son,” hisAlpha drawls, “They do not know where you are and they believe he is dead.”

More garbled words, most ofwhich he can’t quite catch. He hears ‘found you’ and ‘babies’ and ‘you’re sick’and finally ‘knows the difference’ but not much else. However, there’s a smallnote of familiarity in the way it sounds. It pulls at the loose ends of faraway memories.

“Ah, yes. Thank you forconfirming that it was your meddlesome family who broke into our last home. Asfor Jason, I’ll have to have a word with him about it, I suppose. After all,family should come first. And Jason’s family is no longer your’s. It’s mine.”

Jason freezes. One of hisbrothers is chained up in that room with Ra’s. Just as he had been once.

Suddenly his Alpha’s desireto send away the only omega for miles makes more sense.

The wave of conflictingemotions that flood through him are debilitating. He’s hurt and angry that hismate would try to make another, especially now, while he carries yet anotherlitter of their pups. But he’s also terrified for…

Tim… that’s who’s in there,that is whose voice he hears. Restrained and at Ra’s’ mercy.

An internal war rages as hisinstincts clash. He hadn’t really had much time to get to know Tim before hewas captured by the Shadow Pack. Tim had been new, only been with them forabout a year. Bruce had taken him in after a lone wolf killed his parents.Jason had liked him but Tim hadn’t had a chance to come out of his shell yet.

Regardless, Tim is part oftheir clan. He is family. Who does Jason protect when both parties are pack?

It’s harder than it shouldbe, to choose Tim, and he hates himself for how long it takes him to stumblethrough the doorway begging “No, please, Ra’s don’t—“.

But it’s nothing to theself-loathing he feels when he sees Ra’s pull away from Tim’s limp body, teethbloody, and realizes he’s too late.

Jason’s knees hit the flooras Ra’s turns and smiles down at him.

“What… what did you do?”Jason asks softly, staring at the drop of blood that drips down Tim’s claviclefrom the bite in his neck until tears sting his eyes. He doesn’t expect andanswer. It’s obvious.

Ra’s slips his fingers underJason’s chin and tilts his head up before cupping his cheek. Jason meets hisgaze and the tears fall.

“You need assistance, Beloved,”Ra’s explains. Jason closes his eyes at the term of affection and leans intothe warm touch. “There is no appropriate option within the pack. So I’ve madeyou one.”

Jason glances back to Tim,still hanging unconscious against the wall, already starting to sweat profuselyas his body begins facilitating the changes to come.

In that moment he’s struckwith a sense of clarity. He won’t let Ra’s do to Tim what was done to him.He’ll help Tim get away before the bond that keeps Jason at his Alpha’s sidemore than anything else can be established. He’s relieved to find that it hasnothing to do with jealousy, nothing to do with Ra’s finding another, or a new,mate, nothing to do with being replaced. But everything to do with protectinghis brother. Ra’s will never touch Tim the way he’s touched Jason.

As though he can read Jason’sthoughts in his expression, Ra’s chuckles and leans over, pressing their lipstogether. Jason opens his mouth without complaint when Ra’s’ tongue prods athim for access.

When the Alpha pulls away andstraightens he cocks his head, regarding Jason with an odd warmth.

“Do not worry, my dear. Youare not being set aside. It did occur to me that two omegas would give me moreoptions in the future. But the pack has no need for another, not to mention theadditional temptation and distraction of an unmated omega, or the resentmentthat could build under a greedy Alpha with two mates. Our kind do not take wellto such departures from protocol.”

Jason tries to suppress thetingle of relief he feels. Focuses instead on his confusion because the packcertainly doesn’t need another Alpha and an Alpha wouldn’t be much help to him.He also tries to focus on that streak of fear he feels for Tim; the anger hefeels toward Ra’s.

“Timothy is much bettersuited to being a beta anyway.”

Jason frowns. He has neverheard of betas.

But then Ra’s’ fingers are inhis hair, his nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

“Come, Beloved,” Ra’s growlsdarkly, tugging him to his feet and pressing him back into the door frame, “Yousmell delicious. I want to spend the rest of the night inside you with yourneck between my teeth.”

[written-within-the-stars]

Christmas and New Yeas – Solo by Harper

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” I shout into #Jenna's ears as stand behind her in the cafe.

She is hunched over a steaming cup of coffee, and I know she's not been here long. Her Gucci shades covering all her eyes as she groans and mumbles something with a small wave of her hand. I can't help but smile seeing her like this. ‘Another night, another party?’ She moves her head slightly as the waitress comes with the menu and a tall cup with my gingerbread latte. I thank her and look back at my friend.

“You really do need to cool down on all this partying Jenna, you look a mess.” She moves her shades up to her forehead and I see her blood shot eyes. I couldn't help but shaking my head and lean in, my hand squeezing hers.

‘Damian is gone, and it's New Year’s Harps, what else is a girl to do?’ She wasn't saying it, but I could tell she is quite taken with #Damian. The time he spent here over Christmas #Jenna and he had spent a lot of it together. She'd never say it out loud it's not her style.

But I know her well. She had the same look in her eyes for that week or two that Kenzie had when she looks to Seth. It was nice to see #Jenna that way. Not that I'd say, it's love. But I don't think it's far off.

“Weren't you the one to say, He most likely had a girl in each city he visits?” My eyes her watching her reaction, she stiffens and shrugs her shoulder.

‘Damian isn't like that; he is kind and a nice guy.’ The corners of my lips turn up hearing her talk about a guy like that. In Jenna's eyes all men are dogs, and they are there to entertain her and nothing more. Or at least that /was/ what she used to say.

;Just give me your gingerbread man and tell me how you're doing please? How was the rest of Christmas with your dad?’ Change of topic, I get the hint and stop teasing her. Pushing my little gingerbread man towards her with a smile I break into what the last two weeks have been full of.

I tell her all about the rest of Christmas and how I'd spent the week staying with my dad back at home. Yes, I know I don't live far, however staying with him and doing things as we did when I was still living at home was so nice. Dad won't ever tell me, but I know he is glad that I'm not running off to party. Instead #Jenna, Seth and #Kenz, her family all came to have Christmas with us. It was lovely to have the house full of family sure they are friends in the eyes of the world, but to us we are family. Christmas is all about family and friends. The day after Christmas dad had me up by the lake again and we fished (or more like he fished, and I read.)

And then New Years is about going mad with our friends. Dad spend the night playing poker with his friends and I, well I spent New Year's Eve with mine. And even if we did spend the night together, but we weren't catching up. We were drinking and partying hard together.

‘Hey, that blonde we saw up by the lake, I found out that's Kai's wife!’ #Jenna says out of nowhere. And I almost spit out my coffee.

“What?” The night of New Year’s Jenna had made us drive up to the lake to Kai’s place.

#Jenna promised #Damian that she wouldn't let his stay alone on New Year’s, I had no issues with it too. Kia is our friend and there wouldn't be any way we would let him be alone on the night. I'd driven us up there, but as we got there, we saw another car pulling up. I was about to turn the car around, but Jenna made me carry on going.

‘It could just be a delivery Harps, let's go see.’ But when we got to the front of the house there was a blonde woman, older than us and very pretty getting out of the car. She was checking herself in the mirror and bumping up her tits. I put the car into reverse, but Jenna out her hand on me over the gear.

‘Wait a moment.’ she said to me, but I felt like we needed to get out of there. It was Kai’s private life, and we had no right to spy on him. I put my foot down just as the door opened and got out of there.

“Oh…” I had guessed it was her by the way Kai had talked about her.

‘I guess they are trying to make things work if she was there for a booty call on New Year’s Eve, right?’ I play with the edge of my cup listening to her.

“Hmm. Yeah, I guess so.” I could feel her eyes on me, even with a hangover my friends weren’t one to let anything slide.

‘Harps, doesn't it bother you that his wife was here, at his place on New Year’s Eve. Popping her tits up and slapping on the lipstick, all ready for him?’ I half smile looking up at her.

“Jenna for the last time Kai is my friend, and just like you or Kenzie if he is trying to make things work out with his WIFE (I say with emphasis) then why would I have an issue with that?” Holding my hand up to tell her I wasn't done as I see her lips parting.

“If it were you and #Damian, wouldn't you have wanted me and Kenzie to high tail it out of there to give you both some space? So, like I say. It's good if this is what he wants. Now can you tell me what the plan is for next weekend?” Suddenly, I wanted to go out and get drunk and party.

‘It's only Sunday Harps, you have a week of work ahead of you before you party again.’ I shrug and ask her what was going on in the week and with a shocked look she tells me about a party on Wednesday night.

We make plans to go to it together. I know the look she is giving me, and I know she thinks I've lost my mind as I'm the one who tries to stop her for going no out drinking in the week.

“We are only young once Jen; I'm going to let my hair down this year.” Finishing off our drinks we pay and leave the cafe, saying our goodbyes as I wanted to walk, and she was going to jump into her car and go home back to bed.

‘See you Harps.’ She hugs me before getting into her car and leaving me with my thoughts.