#GOD i missed buying nightwing covers

[vodrae]

Thanks for putting words on it ! (Too long a comment)

To compare with differents versions of Batman, I think Battinson, Batbale and Batfleck were great in their own way when they have to be Bruce Wayne :

Battinson is this emo angry reckless teenager who wants revenge on the whole world, who needs to see Alfred half-dead to understand how much this man sacrificed for him. He never calls himself Batman, that how Gotham named him. He's vengeance.

When he's out without the cowl for the first time in public at the funerals scene, maybe for the first time since his parents are dead, he's out of place, a vampire in the daylight.

Batbale Bruce Wayne is iconic, "I'm buying the hotel", it's the definition of Brucie Wayne, always with hot chicks, doing whatever he can to be the cover of a tabloid. Rachel knowing him forever saw throught his game and we now how it ended. In The Dark Knight Rises, only Alfred and God knows if he is even alive, the guy is missing for seven years and...Come back for a prescription for whatever expansive sport ? He doesn't even has the key for his manor after Alfred left, so maybe Brucie is not so much a role ?

There is no Batfleck Bruce Wayne, probably dead with Jason. We can see him in public, when he meets Wonder Woman and Clark. But, not so much of a playboy.

This Batman is terrified of what the Space Jesus could do if Superman decided he doesn't like humanity anymore, his war with other kryptonians ravaged Metropolis wich is just next door of Gotham.

But, Superman grew up in SmallVille, on a farm, with loving parents and doesn't have a once of hate in him for humanity. I mean, when the whole world started to spitting on him, he called his mom.

Superman means Hope, Batman means Justice. The invicible force who grew up with only love who could wreck the world and the deeply traumatized boy who learnt everything he could to be strong.

And that why there is a 4th version of Batman and Bruce Wayne, the one with too many children, friends who understand him, like Clark, and the two could actually merged.

Kevin Conroy said it the best, Batman is so interesting because he is flawed, he is only human. Superman is one who reminded Bruce of his code, who told him killing the Joker after a Death In The Family will be his loss.

And that's why the idea of Nightwing is the ultimate hero, Dick as much as he hated the role proved he could be Batman, he is a great leader with the Titans, he is a master martial artist, even better that the Bat, the brain. But he is superior hero because, thanks to Bruce and Alfred who didn't want to see "I'm vengeance" 2.0 he grew out of revenge, and actually wants a better world for everyone, not only a personal satisfaction to strike fear in the underworld. Dick took the best of what Bruce and Clark represent together. He could be the most terrifying guy in Bludhaven, but at the end of the day, he only leaves hope.

That why Wayne's family adventures is so good. Because fuck Bruce "My little soldiers, they are my tools, and i will beat Jason to death." Wayne. Wtf DC. Have a family, have friends unlocked Bruce Wayne.

When at the same time Clark was an ass with Kon (I didn't even see young justice so I won't take a shot here) Yes the two are mirrors and that beautiful. The two believe the other is the greatest hero in existence and could die for it.

I personally don't think batman should show up in My Adventures with Superman for at least a season or two but if he does show up i hope they commit to how well batman and superman mirror each other.

Clark is the real person and Superman is a put on persona

V.S.

Bruce wayne is the persona and he is himself as batman

You know it's funny, when batman and superman are both characterized well you end up with a pair that seems to be the same personality wise but are each faking the opposite personality to each other. superman and batman are often both more serious heros but clark is putting up a front where bruce isn't, that's what he's really like and clark is a sweet charming farm boy through and through while bruce is putting on a mask for the camera. i think it makes how close of friends they are very sweet since they both can be inspired by the other, learn things and know what the true personality is for each other.

I think the fact that batman and superman mirror each other is where a lot of people can start to misunderstand Clark's character cause instead of mirroring, they see it as copying and once you apply batman logic to superman you start ending up with a far different character.

[fearfulkittenwrites]

A Hurt Bird - Part 3: Old Wounds And A New Guy

Part one

Part two

Summary: Your bird didn't come back. Time to move on.

Warnings: Implied sexual content.

Notes: Sorry for the wait! I hope you’ll enjoy it.

It had been three months since that last visit. Three months of no more Nightwing, no more news from him, not even a hello. At first you were sad. A piece of you really wanted to see him, make sure he was okay, patch up any of his wounds, maybe feed him a little and... talk.

Then you felt stupid. Stupid, because you were falling for a man whose name you don’t know. You’ve never even seen his eyes. The only things you knew about his personal life was that he lived alone, and had a very limited amount of cutlery at his place. Why were you so stupid as to believe that he’d ever want anything more than just bandages and ice from you? How was your perfectly capable, functioning brain, able to convince you that a vigilante could have any interest in you, a civilian?

And then, obviously, you felt angry. Angry, because how dare him? How dare he appear in your fire escape, beaten and bloodied, then throw up in your kitchen, let you give him stitches and wash his hair, and then not even show up to say that he’s fine? He should be sending you fruit baskets and buying you overly expensive brunch treats. And no, he wasn’t dead, because the bastard had been seen jumping through Blüd’s rooftops multiple times since your last encounter.

So you did what you should have done a long time ago; you moved on. A friend had set you up with a guy who was a friend of a friend of hers, or something along those lines. What truly mattered was that he was a handsome man, that took you out to a nice place and whose charm dragged you to his bed on your first date, and right now, as you blinked yourself awake, staring at his sleeping face, you made an effort to remember his name. His face looked oddly familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what made you feel that way.

“What are you looking at, hm?” He whispered, an amused smile plastered on his lips as he slowly opened his bright blue eyes.

“Nothing.” You answered, fingers lightly tracing his cheekbones “You have a scar here.” You point out, tracing a faded white line right below his eyes “How did that end up there?”

“Well, I do get punched a lot.” He laughed, voice raspy “I’m a cop after all, and with this new drug craze in Blüd...” He shook his head slightly “A lot of junkies trash around when being detained.”

“I see.” You kept tracing his scar when his name suddenly came back to you. Richard. That was most likely it. You were 90% sure “I’m gonna go grab myself a cup of water, okay?” You said “Want me to bring you one?”

“No, I’m fine.” He nuzzled into his pillow “I’ll catch up to you in a second, m’kay?”

“Sure.” You huffed out a little laugh, stretching on your way to the kitchen.

You opened up one cabinet, getting on your tiptoes to reach for a glass (seriously, what kind of monster puts the everyday glasses on such a high shelf? Richard, apparently), but your gaze soon fell down to his Superman mug, sitting lonely in the lowest part of his cabinet. You bit your lips as you filled the glass with water.

After you were done with your drink, you thought for a second, trying to ignore the sudden gut feeling that took over your body.

“It’s none of my business.” You whispered to yourself.

Still, your hands wandered back into the cabinet, opening it to stare at the mug once again.

“My friends can carry me.”

“Are your friends heroes too?”

You shake your head, trying to convince yourself that you were just seeing signs that didn’t exist because you wish they were there. Your hands wandered to the cutlery drawer, directly under the cabinet you were staring at, convincing yourself that you were simply snooping around, like every single one night stand does, not looking for evidence.

Slowly, you pulled it open, reaching inside and pulling out his spoons.

Three spoons.

“Hey, that’s fine. I mean, I have only one mug and three spoons at my place.”

Your breathing accelerated as you placed them on top of the balcony.

“Oh my God.” You whispered, hand covering your mouth.

“What was that, beautiful?” He asked, going into the kitchen with nothing but his underwear and a robe.

You were ready to say ‘nothing’ and forget all about this stupid theory. But his robe was open, giving you a full view of his stomach and the scar he had there. On the exact same spot you had given Nightwing sutures three months ago. And the moment you laid eyes on him, he could tell that you knew.

“You.” You growled out, angry.

“I can explain...” He started, putting his hands up.

“Three months. Three fucking months and you didn’t even say hi?” You said, walking towards him “And then you take me out on a date so that you can take me to bed then leave me again?” Neither of you said anything for a while, your heavy breathing plaguing the apartment “Was it your idea?”

“What?” He asks.

“Was it your idea. The date. Was it? Did you set this up too?” You took your hands up to press the sides of your head “Ugh, I’m such an idiot.”

“No! No, this was a coincidence, I swear.” He said, walking to you “I didn’t plan for any of this to happen. I didn’t even want to go on the date, but when I saw it was you, I...”

“You realized I was an easy target? That you’d know just how to manipulate me? Know what to say so I’d put out on the first night?”

“No! No, God no.” He corrected, taking one of your hands “I couldn’t leave, because I missed you. I wanted to talk to you again.”

“Yeah, sure.” You spat the words out, not sure if they hurt you or him the most.

“You think I’m lying?” He asked, sounding heartbroken.

“If you missed me, why didn’t you go see me again?” You asked “Did you forget where I live after the concussion?”

“I- No. No, of course not.” He shook his head, sighting “I couldn’t go because Batman told me to stay away.”

“What?” You asked, skeptical “Why would Batman care about what you do, or who you see?”

“It’s complicated.” He said.

“I have time.”

“Listen, I can’t explain everything, but the point is, he was right, okay? I mess with dangerous people. If they see Nightwing getting attached to a civilian, what do you think they’d do to you?” His face was more sad than serious, and you tried your best to hold his eye contact “So after that night, I was convinced that I should let you go. That I shouldn’t keep putting such a nice person in harm's way. But trust me, it wasn’t an easy decision to make. I really liked you, my angel. So, when I had a chance to meet you as Dick Grayson instead, well... can you really blame me for taking it?”

You swallowed. He was close. Really close.

“No.” You whispered “But I feel a little... used.”

“I promise you, that’s not something that was on my mind, okay?” He said “I just... I really wanted to talk to you one more time. Of course, the moment we stepped into my apartment, I knew that there wasn’t much of a chance that this would last. I’d have to explain, eventually, and that would probably lead to you leaving.” He sighed “So I don’t blame you if you do.”

You bit your lower lip, arms crossed in front of you. He looked just like he did the first time you met him; like a battered, bruised, lonely man. And his bright blues eyes, staring at you, filled with sadness and fear, they would never let you leave. So you stepped a little closer.

“I’m not leaving.” You took a deep breath, stepping even closer to him “I’m willing to give this a shot.” You said “Whatever this is. But there are a couple of... rules, if you will, that I need to set.” He raised an eyebrow “First rule is; you can’t answer everything with ‘the less you know the better’, like they do in the movies. That won’t cut it for me.”

“Noted.” He smiled a little.

“And second... you have to let me help you.” You ran your hands down his chest as you spoke “You have to let me tend to your wounds when you come back from patrol. You have to come to me when you need to catch your breath. You have to let me help you, Dick Grayson. Or so help me God, I’ll find Batman myself and tell him you disobeyed his orders.”

“He’ll find out in a week or two anyways.” He shrugged, smiling playfully “Can’t really lie to the best detective in the world.” He placed his hands on your hips.

“Well, what can I threaten you with then?” You giggled.

“You can’t.” He giggled too “I won’t feel threatened by a civilian who insists on tending to my battle wounds.”

“You jerk, stop using my own lines against me.”

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[davidmann95]

Is that Solaris I see on the cover of Superman/WW Future State? He returns! I am suddenly interested in Future State.

Anonymous said: So, Future State? Not gonna lie, at the very least I'm liking the artist line up. Also, Idk about you, but the designs for Diana and Yara Flor (the Wonder Woman from the Amazon) are the only ones that I'm really liking so far.

Anonymous said: FUUUUUUTUUUUUUURRRRE. state

Anonymous said: Thoughts on DC Future State?

Anonymous said: Thoughts on Future State?

Anonymous said: You’ve probably been asked already but thoughts on Future State?

Anonymous said: So... Future State just kind of showed up and is very mixed.

Anonymous said: Future State Superman has a heroic cop battling a villainous anarchist. Topical.

Anonymous said: On Dc future state announcements???

Anonymous said:So. Future State's been officially revealed. Your thoughts?

‘Future State’ this, ‘Future State’ that! Look, what’re you gonna believe, Jim Lee or your lying eyes?

So this looks...pretty good? Infinitely better than their previous filler stuff like Zero Month/Villains Month/Future’s End/Convergence. And given Jo Mullein is part of this, Bendis isn’t doing these Superman issues, Steve Orlando mentioned on Twitter that he was told to set aspects of this up in Wonder Woman rather than it being allowed to appear apropos of nothing like most of these, and this isn’t built around a *single* all-encompassing tone or hook - along with getting Dan damn Mora to do your main promo images and a bunch of the character designs - I do believe the plan is that this is still going to lead into new ongoing series, just all the last couple of those crossovers I mentioned did. That’s probably where we’ll see Bendis doing Jon, the Zdarsky/Fraction thing, I expect more of Ridley Batman, and maybe one or two others. In any case, nice to see a bunch of fresh talent in the mix and a more diverse lineup both on and off the page, and a lot of these concepts are neat, even if there are as always some turds in the punch bowl. The anthology model being carried forward from the Walmart titles definitely heralds more of the same, whether in the main line or for a continuation of this. And as for the books themselves, I’m gonna take my reactions one by one.

The Next Batman: Obviously I’m down for this.

Dark Detective: Bruce having a specifically defined new role (as do most of the rest of the old guard) is a smart move for making this sustainable. Tamaki’s let me down recently, but Mora, and also if this follows up on Detective #1027 we might see the Black Casebook. Backups definitely look tepid though. I’m probably gonna hold off on making a call until there’s a preview.

Harley Quinn: Pass.

Robin Eternal: ehhhhhhhh

Catwoman: Oh hell yes, V/Schmidt doing a heist.

Nightwing: Nicola Scott doing Nightwing! Andrew Scott wrote a decent little Wonder Woman/Metal Men teamup story in one of the recent anthologies, so I’m up for this.

Batman/Superman: YES. This seems to be a bit of a prequel thing, but who cares, it’s Yang/Oliver doing World’s Finest.

Superman of Metropolis: I’ve only heard of Sean Lewis doing a few indie horror books, but of course I’m curious about the Jon-as-Superman book and the groundwork I expect it lays. His costume works for me, fitting that ‘sleek and futurey’ mandate without actually rocking the boat too much (and its differentiation is a lot more tolerable with Clark still rocking the cape and trunks), and the premise is really interesting - not surprising, as editor Jamie Rich says many of the ideas for the Superman books came from conversations with Grant Morrison. Which is probably why we’re seeing so much Seven Soldiers and DC One Million stuff in here, although bringing back Manhattan Guardian, given his background, and this premise, for this moment, is questionable at best.

Superman vs. Imperious Lex: This is probably going to be the best thing to come out of this whole shebang.

Superman: Worlds of War: Privately I called that Clark would be rocking the Kingdom Come getup in here (with the belt buckle from Man of Tomorrow for some reason?). I did NOT call that he would literally have the God of War sword. I’d be skeptical at best, but PKJ and Rich have both assured they’re not doing a Dark Superman thing with this, and hot damn, Midnighter backup by Becky Cloonan!

Superman/Wonder Woman: I think this is going to turn out to be one of the biggest gems of this entire enterprise. Dan Watters did an absolutely phenomenal short story for the last Batman: Secret Files, and it’s a big teamup against Solaris!

Kara Zor-El, Superwoman: The Bombshells team reunited! Here for it.

Justice League: God, this might be really good or it might be the biggest disappointment of the bunch. Just at the sight of that I want that to be the Justice League from now on, that is an all-timer iconic cover and set of designs to introduce a group of characters, the concept’s really good, and Flash being from another universe is so cool...and the actual book is Williamson/Rocha. Rocha’s a steady hand I trust well enough, but clearly this is where Mora should have been, and you’re really leaving this to Williamson? He has done good comics, but not many. I can only hope he’s basically a placeholder setting up the status quo for a Future State Justice League imprint book same as I think PKJ and Lewis are setting up whatever Bendis is going to do later. Still, I’m not writing this off entirely, Williamson has still done some good comics and this might well be as enjoyable a two-parter as it should be. And in any case, Ram V doing future stuff with the magic characters is a win.

Aquaman: I was going to say no thanks, but the premise is a little interesting, Daniel Sampere is a good hand, and I haven’t seen Brandon Thomas’s work before but at a glance he seems to have tried some ambitious sci-fi work at Image. I’ll call this a maybe.

The Flash: Hahaha, now we’re in the shit of it. Literally there is nothing about this that would indicate it was set in the future if not for the title, a flat regurgitation of the most tired old bullshit, and it’s by a Young Justice writer to boot. Glad to know even in the future the regular Flash book is going to suck.

Teen Titans: Speaking of books we can be assured will always suck

Shazam!: Who could possibly care

Green Lantern: This one I kinda don’t blame for being nothing, Far Sector is the big Green Lantern thing in this period and they’re not gonna fuck with that so they gotta work around the fringes. Hardly sympathetic enough to get me to buy it though.

Suicide Squad: Okay, alt-Earth Flash rules, but you come up with a disabled Flash with a heavily redesigned but still recognizable and extremely rad new look - looking every inch the “Far Sector but for Flash” premise I’ve been calling for - and you put her in this nonsense? And you waste Javier Fernandez here too? I guess Robbie Thompson is passable from what I’ve seen and maybe the whole Earth 3 thing will result in this turning out alright after all, but this feels like a waste, and that’s before you get to the one story here set in the 853rd century being about Black Adam.

Immortal Wonder Woman: Oh shit this one’s gonna rule though.

Legion of Superheroes: So’s this one!

Swamp Thing: This will be excellent too but I don’t care about Swamp Thing.

Wonder Woman: I’m seeing some immediate division on Wonder Woman - some like her new costume and some hate it (I think it’s really busy but like it a lot with the blues highlighted when Mora draws it), and I understand some have problems with a Brazilian Wonder Woman rooted entirely in Greek mythology rather than any sort of indigenous religion (which I am not remotely qualified to weigh in on). I’ll hope for the best, and obviously it’ll be very pretty, but I wasn’t blown away by Jones’ writing when I tried her Catwoman book, and I hope she won’t fall flat on her face regarding representation.

I’d divide this up into

* Basically no chance in hell: Harley Quinn, The Flash, Teen Titans, Shazam!, Green Lantern

* I’d need to hear good word of mouth: Dark Detective, Robins Eternal, Aquaman, Suicide Squad

* Fingers crossed, getting it but it could go either way: Superman of Metropolis, Justice League, Wonder Woman

* Yeah, I’ll grab this one, looks fun: Nightwing, Superman: Worlds of War, Kara Zor-El: Superwoman

* This is going to be really good: The Next Batman, Catwoman, Batman/Superman, Superman vs. Imperious Lex, Superman/Wonder Woman, Immortal Wonder Woman, Legion of Superheroes, and though I’m skipping it, Swamp Thing

A pretty incredible preliminary hit-miss ratio, and along with all I said before, big shoutout to Darran Robinson for across-the-board incredible logo design work. Like the Superman books mixing Morrison and Bendis, Batman is hyper-topical with a black Batman fighting super-cops who hate resistors in masks (whole Bruce can still be part of the fight but has to reckon with not being the guy in front throwing money around and setting terms anymore), Wonder Woman goes for the obvious pun, and JL feels appropriately iconic, while the rest is hit-or-miss as not central to further plans with this setting. I had zero expectations of this as anything other than Future’s End 2.0 with a couple leading into the not-5G imprint, but while I think that’s still the same basic endgame, for the most part it feels like they’re really trying with this one and I’ve got a good feeling about it.

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

Title: from dust, arisen Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne (also ft. Dick Grayson and Tim Drake) Summary: When Jason is fifteen, he almost dies. Now, he grapples with the life he still has. (Jason Lives AU) (ao3)

I...got tired of opening this periodically from my incomplete Google docs over the past two years so...here we go. Will (maybe, hopefully) turn into a series of vignettes. Timeline is intended to make as much sense as possible but...comics. 

When Jason is fifteen, he almost dies. It takes half a year to recover fully, his breath rattling against broken ribs and raw throat. He was protected, mostly, from the blast and has only minor burns, but his right arm is broken and so is his left leg, his shoulder dislocated, he needs stitches in multiple places, and he’s covered in bruises. He has a concussion, too, but he’s alive, and he almost wasn’t.

He’s confined to his bed for weeks. Bruce and Alfred hover. Dick’s there sometimes too. He feels suffocated, near the end, but mostly he’s too exhausted to care.

When he starts getting bored and antsy, Dick brings over video games and movies and little 5lb weights.

“I can only use my one arm,” Jason tells him mournfully. “The right one is already smaller. I can feel it.”

Dick makes a face at him as he wiggles the fingers on his left hand. Says, “Well it’ll just have some catching up to do when you get that cast off.”

“And 5lbs are for babies,” Jason adds.

“Guess you’re a baby,” Dick says and sticks his tongue out him.

Neither mention he’s still sore enough that he can’t lift even the 5lb weight for very long.

But he can handle a control with his cast, so Dick tosses him one and they race cars and beat up bad guys and aliens and shoot terrorists. Dick even, Jason swears to God, brings him over some dumb as shit Harvest Moon game.

“For when I’m not here,” Dick tells him. Because when he’s not here Jason reads a lot, but there’s only so much you can read, and he alternates between being restless, bored beyond imagining, and, well, kind of depressed.

(Jason beats it and saves his damn stupid farm three times before his bed rest is over; his cows love him.)

Mostly Jason is just glad Dick isn’t looking at him like he might still drop dead at any minute, all furrowed eyebrows and blank faced like Bruce or downturned, concerned lips like Alfred. Dick laughs and jostles Jason’s shoulder, gentler than he would ordinarily, but at least he knows Jason isn’t going to fucking break.

Jason gathers that Dick is staying at the Manor again but he’s still fighting with Bruce. They rarely visit Jason at the same time, and when one comes in, the other gets all tight and excuses himself after a few minutes. Jason suspects they’re fighting about him.

He doesn’t ask. Dick doesn’t say anything.

They don’t talk about what happened.

********

Jason begs Bruce to let him back in the field for a month. He gives it some time, after he’s up and about, goes to his physical therapy when his casts come off, but Bruce still says no. No. Flat. That’s it.

Jason trains harder. He knows he’s not 100%. He knows he’s chubbier, slower, that he’s out of practice.

He knows Bruce doesn’t trust him anymore.  Not after…

It only takes a month for him to get fed up with being left behind. He sits in the Cave as Batman leaves, pretending to look at the notes of the case Bruce has left him. A consolation prize, he rolls his eyes. Something shiny to distract him.

He waits a half an hour, and then gets ready. He realizes, quickly, that he doesn’t actually have a Robin suit anymore. He flinches, thinking about fabric being ripped from deep wounds, from its tattered remains Bruce didn’t know he’d seen.

He shakes his head and regroups. There’s always one of Dick’s old costumes. Jason’s…not sure he’ll fit in any. His weight has fluctuated so much over the past several months, as he weaned himself off pain meds, got his appetite back, sat around unable to do anything, threw himself back into his work-outs as soon as he could, got told off for working too hard when he was still in recovery.

Besides, Dick has always been slender. At fifteen, Jason isn’t done growing, but he’s already almost as tall as Dick and a little broader.

He could always go out in his civvies and a mask, but—

--the Joker can’t take Robin from him.

Batman actually falters when he sees Robin. Almost gets hit in the jaw for it, but recovers in time to duck. Jason jumps. They’re only some low level thugs. Small fry. He could have been helping all along.

He tells Batman so. Batman just looks at him for a long time. Long enough Jason wants to fidget, but he doesn’t. He holds his head up, clenches his jaw. Defiant. He can wait out Bruce.

Batman turns and walks away. But he doesn’t tell Jason to go home. Jason follows.

He guesses it’s a start.

********

“He’s stuck in that moment where he almost didn’t get to you in time,” Dick tells him seriously.

He’s come to Dick’s apartment because Batman is suffocating him. He swoops in when Robin doesn’t need him to, nearly breaks the jaws of thugs who so much as say the wrong thing to Robin, follows him too closely. Jason’s going to go insane.

He’s turning sixteen tomorrow. He almost didn’t make it.

Dick shakes his head. “You know how he doesn’t let go of things. I think part of him is going to live in that moment forever.”

Jason’s learned about watershed events. He wonders if Ethiopia is theirs. His and Bruce’s.

“Why are you packing?” he asks abruptly, because he’s interrupted Dick. “Are you moving back home?”

Dick looks guilty, fiddles with the shirt he’s holding bunched up in his hands. “Not exactly. I’m going back to New York.”

To the Titans.

“Why?”

Dick shrugs. “It’s time,” he says. “And I’m failing anyway. Waste of time to stick it out.”

“You’re smart,” Jason snaps. “Fuck, Dick, you’re a detective. How are you failing?”

Dick gives Jason a look. A little surprised at his venom. Jason is too. Finally, he says, “Not all of us our cut out for the college life, kid. Maybe I’m squandering an opportunity I’m lucky to have. But I can’t sit in class all day and not focus on a case I’m working. Or fall asleep because I was out late the night before and was only able to half-ass my homework in an all-nighter.”

Jason doesn’t say anything, but he won’t look at Dick either.

Dick adds, “Anyway, Bruce is driving me crazy, too. Need some space.”

“You didn’t have to come back,” Jason says hotly. His face feels hot, too, and tight.

Dick reaches out and touches his shoulder. “You know,” he says, thoughtfully, when Jason looks up at him. “It’s not really the Titans if there isn’t a Robin on the team.”

********

Jason turns sixteen and Alfred bakes a cake and Dick comes over because he hasn’t left yet (because he maybe kind of sort of hasn’t told Bruce he’s dropping out yet either) and Bruce is looking at Jason in a way that he never has before (at least not where Jason can see) and Jason feels warm for the first time since Ethiopia.

********

He has to repeat tenth grade. Alfred suggests, gently, homeschooling for the year, but Jason’s missed enough time.

******** “I didn’t die, Bruce!” They’re on opposite sides of the living room from each other and Jason is yelling, his fists clenched, his face splotchy red. 

They’ve been going at it for a while, the room hot and Jason hot, when he finally says it.

Bruce draws up short, and the room chills, and Jason suddenly feels deflated. He clenches his fists, adds quieter, “Stop acting like it.”

Jason doesn’t give him a chance to walk away first. He storms up the stairs to his room. He packs a backpack and leaves through the window. He takes the motorcycle and makes it to New York before morning.

Dick doesn’t ask, but his mouth tightens. He feeds Jason leftover pizza and lets him sleep in his bed. Jason snags a few hours, but he wakes to Dick’s hushed, tense voice speaking into a phone.

“No I don’t—obviously—well, I--,”

He gets up and pads over to where Dick’s hunched over on the couch, throws himself on the ground, leans back on his hands and looks up. Laughs a little to himself at Bruce being the one to do enough talking that Dick can barely get a word in edgewise.

Dick looks up and gives him a stressed little half smile. Mouths Bruce, as if Jason doesn’t know. Jason rolls his eyes to tell him obviously. Dick holds out the phone questioningly, and Jason shakes his head. He doesn’t feel as angry and restless as he did earlier, but he’s not ready to talk to Bruce just yet.

“Sorry, B, he’s still asleep. Yeah, we’ll just hit the City some tomorrow. He’s fine, I promise,” Dick sounds a little annoyed. “Go to bed, I’ll call later.”

Jason kicks Dick’s ankle in thanks and feels a little bad about how exhausted he looks. No one else is here, not even Kory, and Jason wonders if he really interrupted Dick in anything important. A local case or something.

Dick just raises his eyebrows at him. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Fuck, no,” Jason says because he knows Dick won’t reprimand him for his language, like Alfred. And also because he really, really doesn’t.

Dick shrugs. “I’m going to bed then,” he says. He stands up and stretches.  Adds, “You should get some more sleep. I’ll take Kory’s room.”

Dick’s as good as his word to Bruce, and he takes Jason sightseeing in New York. They do the standard tourist things—see the Rockerfeller, the Plaza Hotel, the Brooklyn Bridge. They rent bikes and ride around Central Park. They sit on a bench and eat ice cream and look out at across the water at the Statue of Liberty.

(Jason turns down going to Ellis Island. He’s had enough family history to last a lifetime.)

Dick buys him bagels and pizza and soda and presses cash into the hands of the homeless they pass. He stops and talks sometimes, and Jason watches him. Envies how charming he is, how easy it all seems to come to him. Jason’s sixteen, and he’s not uncool, but he’ll never be Dick Grayson.

They go out into the city that night, as Nightwing and Robin.

The New York skyline is different from Gotham. It’s not their city.

Jason goes back to the Tower early. “So,” Dick says, mid-morning Sunday, over breakfast. Jason’s actually a little impressed with his scrambled eggs; they’re not Alfred level, but they’re pretty decent. “So,” Jason says back because he feels like Dick is evaluating him. Searching him for something. “So,” Dick repeats, rolling his eyes. “You can stay here as long as you want, you know--,” “But,” Jason prompts. “But,” Dick agrees, “I think you should give Bruce a call.” “I’m gonna go back today,” Jason says. He pushes his empty plate away, runs a hand through his hair. “I just needed some space.” Dick smiles sympathetically. “I get it,” he says, Jason tries not to let himself get pissed off because he knows Dick does, knows he and Bruce have spent too many years fighting for Dick to not get it but- -but he didn’t almost die. Because he’s fucking perfect. He didn’t screw up like Jason did. He doesn’t have Bruce breathing down his neck because he can’t trust him. Jason doesn’t say any of that, but somehow, Dick reads it on his face. He leans forward and Jason resists the urge to lean back. “Remember what I said before?” he asks. “About letting go?” Jason nods. Dick’s not helping. “Sometimes, and I know I’m a hypocrite for saying this, but sometimes, you do too.” Jason gets home after Bruce has gone on patrol. He lets Alfred feed him dinner, does a few rounds with a punching bag, showers, and goes to sleep. He wakes up in the dark, red numbers on his clock flashing 4am, a hand brushing the hair out of his face. He almost flinches away, but some part of his brain recognizes that it’s just Bruce and he relaxes. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” Bruce says, his voice a rough whisper. “’Sokay,” Jason says. He shifts, sits up a little, blinks blearily at Bruce. The fight from Friday lays between them. Bruce doesn’t apologize, but he pulls Jason into a  hug, holds him close. Jason doesn’t apologize, but he snakes his arms around Bruce and squeezes back.

********

He notices the Drake kid tailing Batman and Robin, snapping pictures of them, before Bruce does. He doesn’t see the kid every night, but when he does, he makes sure to do an extra special kick or flip just right or pause a little longer. It’s not posing exactly, but it’s nice to be appreciated. (And Jason won’t lie, he likes the attention.) Also  he’s a little curious to see how long it’ll take Batman to notice. Wonders if he already does and is ignoring it for some reason. It’s not like the kid ever lingers for long or isn’t as sneaky as possible, but Batman is, well, Batman. Jason finally gets a chance to talk to him about a month after he first starts noticing him. Jason’s by himself because, after their fight, he and Bruce are trying this new thing where Bruce lets him go off solo. At least a little bit. Because Jason’s sixteen now and not a kid and he’s not going to— The kid is startled when Robin drops down in front of him. He stumbles and Jason has to reach out to keep him from falling. “So what?” Jason asks. “Journalism class? You the next photographer for the Gazette?” The kid flushes and says “Oh my God” and “I’m sorry” and “Do you think he’ll be mad?” He’s stuttering over his words, and Jason finally takes pity. Says, “Chill out, I don’t care.” He sits down, swings his legs over the edge of the building, leans back on his hands and looks up at the kid. “Your parents know you’re out here?” He hesitates, then admits, “They’re out of town.” “Oh,” Jason says. He gets it. “Just for work,” the kid adds defensively. “They’ll be back.” Jason digs around in his belt and offers the kid a granola bar. He hesitates then takes it. After another moment, he sits down too, away from the edge. Jason leans back on his hands and looks at him, appreciates his mask lets him study without coming off as creepy. Kid’s scrawny, shivering in an overpriced jacket, can’t be older than 13, a giant ass camera hanging around his neck. He breaks the granola bar in half and offers the bigger one to Jason, who takes it. “What’s your name?” Jason asks finally. “Tim,” he says back. Glances up quickly, then back down. Back up again and blurts, “I’m glad you’re back. I wasn’t sure you would be.” Jason doesn’t say me too or me neither, but he wants to. �� “You look familiar,” Jason says. “Have we saved you before or something? That why you president of the fan club?” “No,” Tim says absently. “But I’ve been to some galas at Wayne Manor.” There’s a pause where Tim’s eyes widen and Jason stiffens. Then Tim scrambles to his feet saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and Jason leaps up and grabs his arm, demanding, “Who are you and what do you know?” They both still and Tim draws in a deep breath. He lets it out and Jason notices he doesn’t look scared. Nervous, maybe, a little, but not scared. He says, “I figured it out. Who Batman is. A few years back. Well,” he backtracks, “I figured out who the first Robin was and then…everything fell into place.” Jason doesn’t admit he’s a little impressed. He lets go of Tim, sure he isn’t a threat and won’t run. Asks, still a little suspicious, “How’d you do that?” Tim gets this little half-smile on his face and he says, “The quadruple somersault.” “Yeah?” Jason asks. “How’d you make the connection?” “I watched two of the only three people who could do it die,” Tim says. Jason does some quick mental math and says, “No way in hell you remember that.” Tim huffs. “Well, I do,” he snaps. “It was one of the best days of my life. I was with my parents and they managed to let me meet up with the Flying Graysons before the show. They took a picture with me. I didn’t forget.” They’re quiet for a long moment. The moon is almost directly overhead, bright and full. “Are you going to tell him?” Tim asks finally. He slides a glance sideways at Jason, who doesn’t know if he means Bruce or Dick. Jason shakes his head. “Not yet, at least.” “I should go home,” Tim says, but he’s looking down, scuffing his toe across the roof, so Jason says, “Yeah, me too.” They start to part ways, but Tim turn again. “I really am glad you’re back,” he tells Jason. “He was…different without you. It was kinda scary. Batman needs Robin.”

******** Jason can’t get that out of his head. “He was different…it was kinda scary.”  He turns the words around in his head over and over again, until he can’t sleep, thinking about it. He asks Alfred about it, after two days of thinking. Sidles up to him while he’s making sandwiches and soup for lunch. Bruce has to go in for a WE Board meeting (“On a Saturday?” Jason asked horrified and Bruce shrugged. “Guess it’s important. And I maybe missed it on Wednesday.” He winked and was gone.) He takes the knife without a word and starts to cut the sandwiches so Alfred can stir the soup. Tomato basil. “How was Bruce,” he asks abruptly, keeping his eyes focused on the sandwiches, “when I was hurt?” Jason hears the spoon stop stirring, can feel Alfred still next to him. A moment later, the spoon picks up again, slowly. It’s another moment before Alfred clears his throat and says, “He took it very hard. We all did.” “Oh,” Jason says. He keeps looking at the sandwiches even though he’s finished cutting them. He looks up when he feels Alfred’s hand on his shoulder. Alfred is looking at him with fondness and sadness and something else Jason doesn’t know what to call but it fills him up so much he feels tears pricking at his eyes. Alfred cups his face and his hands are warm and wrinkled and soft despite all the labor he’s put into this house over the decades. He says, his voice low with purpose, “You are very dear to him. To me. To Master Richard. I hope you know that.” Jason nods and Alfred lets his hand drop. Gives Jason’s shoulder a pat and says briskly, “Now let’s see about lunch.” He doesn’t ask Dick because he thinks Alfred has sugarcoated or lied to him. It’s only that, he has said very little and he loves Bruce differently than Jason does, the same way he loves Jason—they’re not blind spots, per se, but there’s some sense of duty, some sense of needing to protect. Dick is quiet for a long time when Jason asks over the phone. Jason starts to get antsy, wishing he had gone in person to see Dick, to ask. Finally, Dick answers, almost reluctantly, “He was furious. I’ve never seen him like that before. I thought—for sure, I thought he’d—you know.” Jason does know, but it makes him furious Dick won’t even say the Joker’s name, won’t say what Bruce wouldn’t do. “He would have deserved it,” Jason says savagely and is surprised out of his anger when Dick agrees, quietly, “Yeah. He would have.” There’s a long pause and then Dick adds, “But it wasn’t just him. B was…it was to everybody. A petty thief same as the Big Bads. It was like—it was like he really did. Lose you. And I didn’t—I wasn’t enough, then.” “Oh,” Jason says.

********

Jason doesn’t see Tim again for a while, worries he scared the kid off. He stays true to word, doesn’t tell Dick or Bruce, but he does keep an eye out for him.

When he doesn’t see him as Robin, Jason starts looking for Tim in school. He isn’t actually sure they go to the same one, it can’t hurt to keep an eye out. He doesn’t see him around the high school classes, and, remembering how tiny the kid is, Jason slips into Gotham Academy’s lower school during lunch and spots him right away.

Tim flushes when he notices Jason zero in on him, but he keeps walking with his nerd friend, determinedly ignoring Jason. Jason doesn’t like being ignored. He saunters over and slings an arm around the kid’s shoulder.

Tim’s flush deepens, but he says, almost valiantly, “Uh, hi?” He waves his friend off when he looks concerned and then shoves his hands in his pocket, like he’s trying to make his tiny self even smaller. “Can I help you?”

“Just haven’t seen ya around in a while,” Jason says. He tugs Tim outside with him and adds, “Let’s have lunch.”

********

“Why are you spending so much time with the Drake boy?” Bruce asks one night. They’re in the Cave, still in tuxes from some charity thing Bruce has thrown. Alfred will be mad if he knows, but he’s upstairs, cleaning.

Jason shrugs. “Just a friend. He goes to my school. ‘Sides, everyone else at those things is boring.”

“Not me,” Bruce says and Jason yawns extravagantly. “Especially you.”

********

He wants to tell Dick first about Tim because it’s Dick who helped Tim figure it all out. When he calls to see if he can come up for a weekend visit, though, Dick is distracted, sounds off.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jason finally demands and Dick sighs. Says, “I’m leaving the Titans. I guess I’m moving back to Gotham for a bit.”

It’s good timing, Jason thinks, and immediately feels guilty. He tries not to feel giddy about Dick being back. Tries not to worry about Nightwing, who’s lost teammates and just sounds tired lately.

“To the Manor?” he asks and Dick says, “God no. At least, not permanently. I just…need some time.”

“I have a secret to tell you,” Jason says. “When you get back.”

“I don’t know if I like the sounds of that,” Dick says and actually laughs.

******** Dick takes to Tim right away and Jason tries to squash down any jealousy boiling up in him. It’s not Tim’s fault they’ve come into Dick’s life at different places.

******** Bruce finds out with Dick and Jason both playing mediator, but he seems more impressed than angry, a concerned furrow etching into his brow.

“His parents aren’t home a lot,” Jason tells him, as if Bruce hasn’t noticed the kid sitting in his kitchen, doing homework and eating Alfred’s cookies on a near-daily basis.

******** He watches Tim spar and they way he pores over notes Bruce leaves for him when Batman and Robin go out, and he calls Dick the next day. Asks, “How did you know?” He’s woken Dick up and all he gets is a muffled, “Whu?” “How did you know?” He repeats, more insistently. “How did you know when it was time to move on?” “From what?” Dick asks and Jason lets out a frustrated sigh. “From Robin, asshole,” he snaps. “How did you know?” “Oh,” Dick is quiet for a minute. Then, he says, “I think if you’re asking, you already know.”

********

Jason was fifteen when he almost died. He was fifteen when he took back Robin, sixteen when he and Bruce started figuring each other out again.

Jason is seventeen today, poised on the edge of growing up. He’s seventeen and he is giving Robin away. Tim’s hands tremble when he takes the proffered uniform.

“But it’s your birthday,” he blurts, and then, “Are you sure?”

Jason glances at Bruce, suddenly glad he’s run it by him the night before instead of letting it be a surprise. Bruce doesn’t smile exactly, but there’s something encouraging in his eyes, reassuring, and Jason says, “Sure I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You’re ready.” I’m ready.

“What will you do next?” Tim asks, voice softer, almost reverent as he gathers the Robin uniform close to himself.

Jason shrugs, but he’s grinning. “I have a few ideas.”

He does, too, scribbled down, sketched in a notebook. Because he is seventeen and he did not die and the world is open before him and he is ready for the world.

[arkhamsdarkestknight]

The Struggles of Being A Meta-Human - Part Four - END

Characters: Reader (You), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Damian Wayne (Robin), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Tim Drake (Red Robin), Alfred Pennyworth (The Butler). Requested by: Anonymous. Synopsis: Batman's daughter (You) has run away and the whole league is out after you, while you learnto control your powers. Final part. Warnings: A/N: Y/N = Your Name. Ah! It may seem really cheesy! Also, while this is the end, I might do some bonus one-shots every now and again for this. Hope you like it! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! Tags: @zoeisinfactonfire @lastbeliever ----------------------------------------- Bruce was mentally facepalming himself. He should've supervised her himself, but no, he didn't and now she has been missing for 3 weeks. "There's been evidence of her Bruce. Even sightings." Dick tried to comfort him. "I was foolish." "No, you weren't Bruce. She'll show up. I'm sure of it." The batcomputer dinged as a message came through. *** Y/N sat in a crowded foodcourt of a mall, using some money she had managed to pick pocket from a businessman passing by, she was eating a wrap from the cheapest place she could find. She was running low on cash and was sleeping in the car she had hotwired and parked out of obvious view. Her cap covered most of her face and she had used some money to buy tanning lotion which practically slid off her skin. She figured that was no use in trying to dye her hair. Instead, a damaged hat with a car logo on the front, black jeans and a gray jumper to hide her distinctive features. "Hey there." A man that looked to be in his early twenties approached her. "Hi." She looked away. "Aww, don't be shy, doll." He reached to grab the chair next to her but she shot thin ice out onto the floor and he slipped and fell. "Wha-What the?" He panicked and frantically tried to stand up, failing. He looked at his surroundings. "You're a-" "Goodbye, doll." Y/N said monotonous. "Freak!" The man screamed. "She's a freak! Freak!" Y/N sprinted away, out of sight. *** "Some boy claims he slipped on ice that came out of a girl he was talking to." Tim explained as he examined the notification from setting up a message for everytime ice was in an article released online. Which was surprisingly common. "Where?" "Uh," Tim scrolled through the article. "Metropolis!" "Metropolis?" *** Y/N stumbled as she hid down an alley way, out of sight. Stopping to catch her breath, she leant against the outside of a store. A wet feeling spread through Y/N's clothes and glancing around her, she had formed ice on the concrete ground and the wall. "No. No. No." She growled to herself. "Ssh. Ssh. Ssh." The ice started to crack. "Stop it." She muttered into her hands, breathing onto them but it was no use. Her breath was cold. "Come on." She squeezed her eyes shut tight and fought hard for the powers to stop flowing from her. Y/N felt a tingle and she opened one eye. The ice was no longer coming from her and she sighed in relief. "Thank god." Thunder cracked over head and gray clouds were moving to cover every blue patch in the sky. "Crap." Y/N stuffed her hands in her pockets and started speed walking to where she left the car. "I don't think I have the skill to make an ice umbrella yet." She joked to herself. *** "Do you think he'll find her?" Bruce was gripped the desk tightly, knuckles white. "He'll find her. You may not trust him completely, Master Bruce, but trust him on this." Alfred said as he cleared away another full plate of food gone cold from the batcave. "He'll trust she's a threat to society." Damian growled as he made his way down the stairs to the batcave. "Master Damian-!" "She stabbed your blood-son. It could've been fatal." Damian brushed Alfred off. "She's my blood-daughter!" Bruce snapped easily. The chair went flying as he gripped Damian tightly by the shoulders, shaking him. "She's your sister. She had no one to guide her on how to control herself. Even I had to teach you not to kill. And now, when she returns, you will apologize and you will earn her forgiveness. She is family now, no matter how dangerous she is." Damian pressed his lips firmly together and stared at his father. "Promise me, Damian?" Bruce relaxed his grip and Damian felt the blood rushing back into his arms. Damian took a deep breath. "For you, father. Not her." Bruce sighed and his shoulders slumped. "That's all I ask for at the moment." *** Superman hovered nearby, careful not alarm her. He had been watching her silently as she curled herself into a ball and flinched at every flash of lightning inside the car. Rain bucketed down, hailstones making loud noises as they came in contact the with the metal of the car. Superman hesitantly decided to walk over to her, knocking gently on the window. Y/N startled, squeeling. Her eyes went wide when she noticed who was outside the vehicle. Smiling and waving at her. She didn't know whether to hide or talk. She didn't have a chance to consider it properly as Superman slid into the passenger seat beside her. He extended a hand to her and she recoiled away, nearing the car door. "It was an attempt at a handshake." "Don't touch me." Her voice cracked. Superman flashed a sympathetic smile. "I know what you're going through." He attempted to console her. "I doubt it." "You can't control your powers. I couldn't control my powers either." He laughed at the memories. "I would float to my ceiling while I was sleeping. Quite scary when you wake up." He looked at Y/N. She relaxed a little, but still tense. "Let's see, what else?" He pretened to stroke a long beard. "Ah, I can't even tell you how many shampoo bottles or tubes of toothpaste I shot everything out of with one squeeze." "Have you ever frozen a person with a hug?" Y/N quizzed. Superman was taken aback. "Uh, no… But I was destructive too." "A-ha. Sure." Y/N rolled her eyes and gazed out the window. "I was." He defended. "I destroyed most things I touched. The tractor on the farm I lived on. Half of the barn. And don't even get me started on learning to control my heat vision. That was a nightmare." "Heat vision?" "Yeah. So many problems with that. Just like you're having problems. It may seem bad now, but it will get better. Us, super-powered people, we may feel like we can only be evil at first, but we don't have to be. It just takes time, practice and patience." Y/N stretched her legs out and sat up straight. Defences down. "Why are you telling me this? And how do you even know about me?" "Your dad." "My- what?" "Your dad. He wants you back home. He has the whole Justice League out looking for you." Y/N's mouth hung wide open. "He wants me back? After everything I did-" "It doesn't matter what you did. Let me take you home." Y/N was torn. She wanted to return, badly. But maybe it was all a trick to have her locked up. "How about we make a deal? They try to send you away, or hurt you, just shout for me. I'll find you and I'll take care of you." "Really?" "Really." Y/N contemplated for a bit. "Okay." "Okay. Fly or drive?" Superman flashed a toothy grin. "Well, this car isn't technically mine." "Fly it is!" *** "I believe this is yours." Superman chirped as he gestured to Y/N, who was standing in the rain, the drops turning to ice the moment they landed on her skin. Alfred ushered the two in hurriedly. "Yes. Yes. Pleasure having you back, Miss Y/N." Y/N nodded. "Thank you." "Y/N!" Dick bolted around a corner. "I will fetch Master Bruce." Alfred dismissed himself. "Y/N!" Dick flung himself into Y/N's arms. "I know we haven't known each other long but it's great to see you're safe. Thanks Supes." "No problem, kiddo." Dick started a conversation with Superman, leaving Y/N to look around the room. "Y/N?" Bruce slowly poked his head into the room. "Hi, dad." Y/N waved awkwardly. "Y/N, my diamond!" Bruce engulfed Y/N into his arms, covering her like a blanket. "Dad." Y/N cried, gripping his shirt tightly, scared to let go. "I didn't think you'd want me back." "Don't you ever think that." Bruce mumbled into Y/N's shirt. He held her tighter. "You are always welcome here, no matter what you've done." The room was silent except for the cries of the father and daughter, no one daring to disrupt the moment, except one. "It's starting to get chilly here." Bruce laughed. "Father." Damian appeared behind Bruce and Y/N flinched and backed away. "Damian, what do you have to say?" Bruce patted Damian on the shoulder. "I'm sorry." Y/N said first. "I didn't mean to, you know, impale you." "I-I'm sorry." Damian forced out. "It was my fault. Not yours." "Really? No, 'I was right, bla bla bla-OW!" Dick hunched over from Tim hitting him in the stomach. The whole family gasped as Y/N pulled Damian in for a hug, only for a second to be sure she wouldn't freeze him. *** "Just a little bit of practice. Come on. Just make it snow. That's all we're asking for." Jason Todd coaxed. "I'm trying." Y/N was growing frustrated. "You've managed to stop, yourself. Now you just have to start, yourself." Y/N groaned as she couldn't muster up any ice from her hand. Not even the tiniest bit. "Come on!" She screamed and an icicle shot from her palm which Jason had to dodge. "Close call." Damian snickered as he sparred by himself. Y/N poked her tongue at him. "Try emotions." Bruce suggested. "Hm?" Jason and Y/N both replied. "You shoot out an icicle every time you let rage get the best of you. Try happy thoughts or something like that." Bruce didn't even turn his attention away from the batcomputer. "Worth a shot." Y/N mumbled to herself. A small shower of white danced around her fingers. She grinned widely at herself. "Jason." The spots grew thicker and soon it was snowing down onto the ground. "Yes! You did!" "I did it!" "Well done." Bruce swiveled in his chair. "What did you think about?" Y/N stared at her fingers "Being a part of a happy, slightly dysfunctional, family."

[astressedwriter]

Nightwing

Prompt- Bruce, Damian and Kathrien(Bruce’s adopted daughter, who Damian is very close too) get into a fight over Damian and Kathrien killing someone to save him so they go to the only person they can think of, Dick. (Kathrien is 18, Dick is 22 and Damian is 17 btw)

Pairing- Dick Grayson

Warning- Violence, swearing, mentions of self harm and sexual content.

Inspired by: The song, “Does your mama know?” By Mark Dohner

“We do not kill!” Bruce growled, looking at the teenagers in front of him, the older of the two rolled her eyes,

“Oh! I’m so very sorry that we chose you life over some low life scumbag!” Kathrien exclaimed, making Damian nod in agreement. Bruce sighed heavily,

“Give me your swords and guns. Now.” Kathrien and Damian gaped at him, but handed the weapons over.

“You're not getting these back until you can respect the code.” Kathrien, who had always had a bit of an anger issue and with her training, it was a deadly combo, didn’t hold back and punched Bruce in the jaw, making his head snap back. Kathrien stormed out of the batcave, Damian went to follow but stopped for a minute,

“You deserved that.” Then followed Kathrien's lead. The next morning, neither Kathrien nor Damian showed up for family breakfast.

“I apologize Master Wayne, but they requested that I bring their breakfast up to their rooms.” Bruce locked his jaw and stormed up to Kathrien’s room where he knew the teens would be.

“What the hell is the problem?” Bruce demands harshly, both of them looked up at him, not even blinking. He didn’t even noticed the suitcases that were packed and lying on the floor.

“We are angry with you, and you are obviously angry with us, so we figured we should not join you for breakfast.” Bruce glared at the obviously unaffected teenagers before him.

“You know, if you don’t like my rules, you can leave anytime you want.” Kathrien and Damian shared a look, then got up off of Kathrien’s bed. They walked past Bruce and each grabbed two suitcases and walked down the stairs and out of the door, where both Kathrien’s motorcycle and Damian’s newly acquired one were waiting.

“Where are we going Kat?” Kat shrugged,

“Hotel for tonight.” Damian nodded and threw one leg over the motorcycle and started it, Kathrien following his lead. When they pulled out of wayne manor, Bruce was still standing in Kathrien’s room, in utter shock.

They got a fairly cheap motel with two beds. They stayed in the room until sundown, then they got our their new suits. If you couldn’t tell, they had been expecting this for a while. Kathrien’s suit was all a dark, leather, red, she had a hood and a eye mask. The red was her little nod to Jason, but also because it would irritate Batman. Damian’s suit was all black, it was pretty much his Robin costume in all black, well except it had sheaths for his words built in and his eye mask was red, Damian’s own little nod to Jason and his choice to leave, but you’d have to be close to see it under Damian’s hood. Kathrien smirked at Damian and pulled out four swords, two of them were Damians and the other two were Kathrien’s, then she pulled out three guns, handing one to Damian who slid it into his hip holster and Kathrien took the other two and did the same. They easily slipped thru the window and jumped to the next roof. They were patrolling for an hour, having busted some lowlifes on their way, before they came along Nightwing giving a beating to some thug. They patiently and quietly waited in the shadows for Dick to finish the thug off. It didn’t take long, Dick twirled his erisma sticks and pointed them in Damian’s and Kathrien’s direction.

“Come out. Now!” Kathrien bit her lip, you see she always had a little crush on boy wonder, but the commanding tone he spoke with, the confident way he held himself as Nightwing certainly didn’t help. Damian and Kathrien stepped from the shadows with their hands up in the air.

“What’s wrong Dick? Don’t you recognize us?” Kathrien said mockingly, as she and Damian slowly reached for their hoods and masks, not really wanting to get hit with an erisma stick.

“Damian? Kathrien?” He resheathed his erisma sticks and walked over to the pair,

“What are you doing? What are you wearing?” Kathrien chuckled at the last sentence, not missing how Dick’s eyes momentarily roamed her body, but didn’t allow herself to act on it.

“We’re crime fighting and we’re wearing our new suits.” Damian stated. Dick’s eyebrows creased in confusion.

“Where’s Bruce and why did he let you change your suits?” He questioned.

“We got into it with Bruce and he didn’t, but we used his credit card to buy them.” Kathrien responded with a smirk, Dick sighed.

“Oh, god. Well, come one, you’re not staying in some motel.” He started walking to what Kathrien assumed to be his apartment.

“We’ll meet you there. We’ve got some stuff to pick up.” Dick threw a thumbs up over his shoulder to show he had heard her.

Damian and Kathrien quickly and easily snuck back into their motel room, changed, checked out and finally arrived in front of Dick’s door. Damian knock quietly not wanting to startle or wake Dick, but a few seconds later the door opened to reveal Dick, shirtless, blood dripping from his side. Kathrien sighed and pushed past Dick, grabbing his arm as she went, pulling him behind her, she shoved him down onto the couch and grabbed the stitching supplies Dick had set out. Kathrien could hear Damian laughing behind her so, without even looking, she raised up her middle finger, snorting when she heard Damian’s shocked gasp. Dick was smiling at the two, Kathrien and Damian loved each other, that was easy to see, but they weren’t in love with each other, which for some reason, relieved Dick. Without warning, Kathrien dumped some alcohol onto the wound making Dick flinch. It took Kathrien about ten minutes to sew Dick up, then without a word she got up from the couch and went into the bathroom, the door slammed then locked, making Damian’s eyes widen in horror, he sprinted to the bathroom door, banging on it with his fist.

“Kathrien! Open this door right now!” He screamed desperately, but to no avail, she didn’t open the door, Damian hit the door one more time, then flipped onto his back and slid down the door, hands covering his face. Dick slowly made his way over to Damian, and slid down the door to join him on the floor.

“Damian, what’s wrong?” Damian looked up at his older brother figure and Dick noticed, with panic, that Damian was crying.

“She hurts herself. And I can’t stop her.” Damian sounded like a child and it scared Dick, if Damian was scared, everybody else should be too. Dick painfully got up and Damian followed him, Dick took out a paper clip and a few seconds later the door clicked, and Damian rushed in, Dick following behind closely. Damian let out a strangled scream and Dick noticed that Kathrien was lying on the ground, a razor in one hand and six deep cuts on her other. Damian picked her up and quickly rushed her to the couch. Dick had gotten the sewing kit back out and was by Kat’s side in seconds, he cleaned the wounds, stitched the ones he thought needed it and put a bandage over all of them.

Three hours later and Kat still hadn’t woken up yet, she was alive, they knew that much, but she wasn’t waking up.

“Damian, go to sleep. You need it, I have the day off tomorrow. I can stay with her.” Damian looks like he’s about to say no, but he sways on his feet and heads to one of the guest rooms. Dick stayed with Kathrien for another half hour before she woke up. She shot up, breathing heavily, she looked down at her wrists then back up to Dick.

“Why?” Dick’s question was nearly inaudible. She closed her eyes, but still tears leaked out.

“It’s my only relief.” She whispered back, just as inaudibly. She opened her eyes and stared into Dick’s. She didn’t even notice they were leaning in until their lips met, in wasn’t a needy or lust filled kiss, it was full of love and a passion neither one of them knew they had for each other. Dick, knowing that Kathrien has enhanced healing and her wounds her probably already half way healed, gently picked Kathrien up and carried her to his room, never once breaking the kiss. He laid her down on the bed, hovering over her, his hands placed firmly beside her head, holding him up. Kat’s hands wandered up and down Dick’s side, carefully avoiding his stitches, each time she let her hands wander a little lower. He pulled away, gasping for breath and Kat’s hand accidently went a little farther than she’d meant it too, pulling a low groan from Dick, who in retaliation, started attacking her neck. He trailed wet kisses up her neck from her shoulder, looking for her sweet spot, she knew where it was, but let him look for it anyway. She let out a gasp and hid her face in the crook of Dick’s neck when he finally found it, he continued to suck on the spot behind her ear, no doubt leaving a hickey. She could feel his smirk against her skin, “Dick.” She whispered into his neck, but he got the message loud and clear, his mouth started trailing down her body, and when he reached her shirt he easily ripped it in half. He unclipped her bra faster than she can, and continued trailing kisses down her body, but when he reached the line of her shorts, she pulled him back up into a now lust filled kiss, he kissed her feverishly while he fumbled with the button on her shorts. He broke the kiss to smirk at her as he pulled the shorts down her legs,

“So beautiful.” He whispered as he looked down at her nearly naked body below him.

“I love you.” The words surprised Kat, but she smiled anyway,

“I love you too Dick.”