#I put both cause Jason treats damian like and he’s older a lot

[crookedunknownarbiter]

Damians eyes are green in canon but some head canon that they were blue originally but my headcanon is that his eyes can change colour form green to blue but it depends on how you view him the colour that you’ll see

Bruce and Tim see green cause Bruce is remembering all the times he had with talia and is filled with regret about so much of the stuff that happened between them that he can only ever see that and the what ifs when he looks at Damian

Tim sees green cause he reminder of all the shit he went through cause of the al ghuls he has some prejudice towards them and Damian and he at first struggled to see him as anything other than an extension of them his eyes are still green even when they stop being directly hostile towards each other but bleed into his blue nearer the centre but where blue when he hallucinated him when he was dead and right when he came back

Talia sees blue eyes and all the possibilities that Bruce could have given her (she could have got them herself but Bruce meant not being alone at start) but she still stuck between him and her father

Dick sees Bruce’s blue and all the burden that comes with Damian being his son and all the responsibilities that dick now has because of it (they start looking like Dicks eyes at some point somewhere between that first night and we were the best)

Jason sees the change from green to blue his relationship with Damian is difficult half the time he’s fighting him half they vaguely getting along Damian and robin have different eye colour (it’s hard to now which one Jason would say is a child and which colour he hates the most blue cause of Bruce or green cause of himself)

Steph always saw green she saw how different he was from his father the robins that came before him she looked and saw an angry child but she still saw a child (she treated him like a kid from the start knew that no matter what you go through or did no one can take something like that form you could see the safety and uncertainty that childhood brings)

Duke sees grey Damian was the first robin that was younger than him a shadow smaller than his running across Gotham City a movement stared after the shadow got snuffed out and acknowledged when the shadow returned duke sees damian and sees the robin he went to the movies with sees his little brother

Damian’s eyes are a teal to cass they don’t interact at lot so she sees him through others half the ppl telling her blue or green and one telling her grey her eyes are brown but she still sees herself at 8 right before her first and only kill when she looks at him the empathy and desperation to please and protect those around her a desire to do what’s right but too young to really no more than what your taught

[brucewaynehater101]

Just read a fic about Tim finally getting post patrol ice cream and his own renovated room after admitting to never getting any unlike his siblings and now I'm imagining an AU

Imagine this, Tim is tired, pulling an all nighter, because he did too poor a job at pretending as Robin, and it's too late to do damage control. Not in front of villains or heroes alike

But the people

They've caught onto how the third robin receives less than the first two

Robin acts less like a child, less like a son to Batman, and more like a 'Business Partner's as he said with his own words. Like a handler

Robin who has to put work into keeping Batman from overexerting himself, from cruelly punishing those who fall victim to him

Robin who receives less praise or care from Batman and cares for both himself and his "Boss" as he said with his own words

And it gets worse after the mantle passes down to Stephanie and Damian because the people notices how even as Batman treats them better than the third, now rebranded as Red Robin—

—Red Robin is still as much a Business Partner to batman as he always has been since the Dark Knight's loss of his second bird

And as much as tries to keep things buried, word is spreading that Red Robin is black sheep of the batfamily, and he won't be able to hide it for much longer

Have fun with this idea lol

I know the fic you're talking about! "with the exception of..." by DSS1101. That's a good one!

"Home Decor" by sElkieNight60 is about Duke remodeling his room as part of the new Wayne member tradition. This brings up feelings in Tim cause his bedroom still looks like a barely used guestroom.

The concept you've mentioned gives similar vibes to a hc/au post I read about how JJ (Joker Junior) isn't known by anyone but the goons/Rogues, Barbara, Jim, and Bruce. All the other Bats don't know. In consideration of Tim, electric shock weapons are immediately put away when Red Robin arrives on scene (I love that idea so much).

I think, with the Gothamites around when Bruce was going on his grief spiral almost killing spree, people feel a kinship with Tim. They couldn't have stopped Batman and, with part guilt and part relief, it seems only a child could. They watch this child, who seems to be sacrificing everything for a brutal and cruel man, and how he pulls Batman back into the symbol he's supposed to be. It brings out the protective and parental instinct of a lot of people.

This cues civilians, goons, and rogues alike trying to assist Robin in small ways. Tim as Robin had people offering him food (in sealed containers), giving him compliments, handing him scarves or hats (how could Batman let a child out in this weather without a hat?!?!?), and more. They tried to give him small moments to be the child he was pretending he wasn't. He obviously wasn't getting decent parenting at home if Batman was just his boss and his real folks were letting him out to fight.

There's a kind of guilty gratefulness towards the third Robin and a protectiveness of him. All young Bats are treated with care by civilains and some goons, but Robin three was special. He willingly became the barrier between Batman and Gotham. A lot of folks owe their ability to work (and not have exorbiant medical debt and medical conditions) to Tim. He saved them by damning himself. He needed the support Batman obviously wasn't providing.

Tim, as intelligent as he is, doesn't realize the affect he has on Gotham's older population. The younger ones will react with slightly more respect towards him than the other Bats, but they weren't around to see what Tim's sacrifice did for everyone.

Tim, with his self-doubt and hero-worship of his predecessors, thought his treatment throughout Robin was the work of those who came before him. Of course Gothamites trust and help out Robin when Dick and Jason built that foundation.

He's not exactly wrong, but it isn't to the extent they actually do for Tim.

Unfortunately for Tim, Damian and Jason do know that his Robin was treated with such reverence. They don't know why, but their Robins did/do not get treated that way. They chalk it up to Tim being the "perfect" and "can do no wrong" Robin. It's one point of contention they are unable to clear up due to Tim not knowing about it and the other two not wanting to explain their jealousy.

Steph was not treated as well as Damian and Jason when she was Robin. She, in this AU, was not treated as much of a crutch as Tim is. Despite that, her Spoiler/Batgirl/whatever persona gets some of the protectiveness that Tim's personas do. Bruce was more healed with Steph, but he was still an ass. That was obvious to any Gothamite watching.

Steph, because she was around at the time and talks with Gothamites to know what rumors are floating around, becomes aware after her death of why Tim's Robin is held up with such respect. This allows, unknowingly to Tim, for them to reach more understanding. With her knowledge of Tim's time as Robin, she's able to point out how he was being an ass, what he should've done instead, and that she herself was sorry for some of her actions.

When more and more individuals cue into Tim's black sheep position in the Batfam, this could go two ways.

One, Tim is targeted more due to his lack of support.

Two, Gothamites and Rogues increase their aid to Red Robin and become slightly cold to the Bats for their treatment of him.

[writing-blog-iguess]

Do you have any headcanons about the insecurities fic you wrote about? I can't help but headcanon a lot, like:

both Harley & Ivy enjoys watching reader finishing her food, they also call her their mom since reader has been making them food since their first meet (Harley loves her egg sandwich, while Ivy was the baked potatoes bread)

Alfred always bakes matcha swiss roll with red bean paste or pastries that's easy too shallow with reader (so that she could shallow without feeling like choking and needs to drink a lot of water) whenever she stops by and keeps giving him hugs which he gladly return it everytime, the Alferd&Y/N's hug, is what everyone comments it

Dicks showing pictures he took of seven years old (a journey of Y/N's growing he calls) and then reader to all his teammates and the league as soon as he learnt the engagement's finally announce 'Look at this! Can't you imagine?! She's my little sister! This is when she seven years old! It's very heartwarming right blah blah blah... " and that's how the other superheros and older Teen Titans and Barbara knows how much Dick adore his future little sister-in-law who's s cinnamon roll

Sassy and baddass way to talk for so people won't dare mess up with her confidence (Jason help her built up, after he met her and quick into adoption of her, siblings!) Not that he would ever admit, Jason will sent glares to whoever who diss Y/N's like to children picture books (for example, The Guardians of Childhood aka inspiration of Rise of the Guardians movie) come on, his little sister had great taste in books!

Tim forbid her drinking coffee when they first met and even after (since he nearly caused a seven-years-old gone missing in the manor after the reader can't fall asleep decided to have a exploration situation) but will make it for her sometimes later after she used to it, made account for art websites she wants to register that so she can admire arts but underage back when childhoods, so he used it under his own only name (defiantly annoymus, and no, it's not illegal website) and every then and how

Makeover and dress-up with Barbara, Stephanie and Cassandra after they learnt of her (which they give Damian few lessons of 'how to treat the girl you like' with Dick who's extremely enjoy it, Jason and Tim who's enjoy the show all day), in the end, all heads to movie since it's sister bond time and apparently, the ideas of XL caramel popcorns and coke are the best choice!

Bruce pat or ruffle her hair softly everytime they met, a habit since the day he had ten years ago when she's seven, a touch of 'my daughter is growing up' feel will seldom appears in his heart

Damian from straightly ingored to slowly falls in love with reader after everytime he saw her sincere smile whenever she enjoyed Alfred's food heartily (like this, but a more faintly heartwarming one haha, at the very last pic, not sure if you could see it, so here's another link you could try out☺☺ )

Innocent, 'naive girl playing tough' charm whenever she and Damian together alone (first kiss, cuddling, hair massaging, teasing, which he finds not annoying because it's how really she is, and he enjoys keep on trailing and turn on her wildness)

How reader slowly felt left out though it didn't really occur me, just the thought of Batfam night activity and how we're isolating from each other slowly and inoccasionally when growing up just made me feel that way, you know, the feelings of it's not the same like it used to anymore😞😞

And once again, thank you so much for accepting my request at the beginning, I've been having this thought in my mind but I just couldn't write it, I'm so glad you accepted it and it's totally the way I want☺☺ (And about part 2 Talia which you accepted it too, I hope my words didn't scare you out lol... I'm too exciting that day...) Hope you have a very good day ahead, author!

Tumblr really needs to let me know when I have something in my inbox, I swear.

Of course! I loved writing it, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. No, your words didn’t scare me lol, I’m just outlining part 2 and I hope you love it just as much. With that said, and you don’t mind the wait, send in your ideas! I love reading them.

Okay, onto the headcanons! I love these! I put mine under the readmore, there's a bit;

Y/N didn’t have the best home life. Like I’m not saying abusive, just her parents neglected her a little. And it didn’t help that her whole life was planned for. So when she met Harley and Ivy, they basically went, you’re mine now no take backsies. And y/n just rolls with it, because through them, she finds out what it feels to be loved by someone who cares about you. This of course, she keeps from her parents and the day she turned eighteen, she moved out and it was a lot easier to hang out with those two.

Ever since knowing Harley and Ivy, y/n’s been slowly getting out of her shell. When she starts to hang out with Jason, she becomes more confident. She has Jason wrapped around her finger without even knowing

The girls love her, everyone loves her and Damian’s just, why

She loves cooking, and she even swaps recipes with Alfred. (even from the beginning of the whole arrangement) she became fast friends with Alfred first before everyone else.

y/n has known Damian since his first day of school. But I’m not going to lie, y/n was kind of scared Damian.

She got so offended when Tim took away her coffee when she wanted to try it. And when she became a regular coffee drinker, they would talk about different coffees they had tried and compare notes.

When the arranged marriage was first brought up in conversation, there was a lot of protests. Especially from Dick and Damian, but Bruce just shrugged saying that it was a good match. And if they don’t get married in the end, than that’s fine. Everyone was very confused but stopped bringing it up

They have theories though about the whole thing, the most popular one in the manor is that Bruce is looking for the next Robin when Damian hangs up the Robin cape to be someone else

When Bruce announced that, everyone did their own research about y/n. Everyone but Damian agreed but she must be protected, though it kind of blows up when they kind of cast her aside when she started hanging out with them at the manor, (but that’s not until later)

She and Damian have lunch together everyday at school, much to Damian’s displeasure. And he’s mean to her at the beginning, ignoring her and whatnot. She doesn’t do anything cuz she hates this setup just as much

But slowly, she starts to catch feels but keeps it to herself.

As you said, Damian takes longer to fall in love with her. And its one of those moments when she looks at peace within his family and it just hits him like ‘oh. Oh no I’m in love and I can’t tell anyone this’ and he doesn’t. So up until they confess to each other, their just pinning after each other and people who aren’t family sees that their in love but no know says anything

However, they do get more cuddly when they’re alone. Like, they don’t kiss or anything. But when they have movie nights, y/n’s curled up on the end of the couch with Damian’s head on her lap. And she’s always plays with his hair, of runs her fingers through it and Damian has discovered that it feels nice and helps him to de-stress

She knows when he’s stressed about something, so her just pats her lap and he grumbles about it but is secretly happy (they have been caught on multiple occasions by his brothers and they chooses to ignore them

She’s been so use to feeling alone, that being with people who care feels foreign to her

When she starts to feel like she’s alone again, she doesn’t see it until it’s too late

It starts off slowly, the fam is to busy with missions and saving the world that they kind of forget they she doesn’t know, and when she comes over, their not there or just brushes her off when she is. And she’s tried to talk to them, cuz she’s spend years being a part of their family but then one day it stopped.

But they just brush her off and she’s reminded about her parents so she stops pushing and then altogether stops going to the manor.

No one really realizes at first, only Alfred, and when they do, y/n had already broken off the engagement.

[fearfulkittenwrites]

“Just a normal night”

Inspired by @s-mscott​ - link for the art, please check it out!

Word count: 2832

Notes: HEY. THIS IS JUST BEEN SITTING ON MY FILES FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT DKJFHAKJHAKJDFH. Anyway, it's a long time coming. The writing probs isn't as neat or as good as the latest uploads bc of that, but... idk. Hopefully it's good! I couldn't bring myself to edit it again, sorry about that. I hope you can enjoy it anyways and please go check out the artist, @s-mscott​!

“Guys?” Dick asked, on his tiptoes as he rummaged through every cabinet in the huge kitchen “Hey are we out of cereal? I can’t find my Lucky Charms anywhere.”

“I think so.” Jason answered “I ate the last of the Lucky Charms last night.”

“Yep.” Tim said, popping the ‘p’ as he slid through the countertop, landing a bit behind Dick “I had the last of the frosted flakes two days ago.”

“Froot Loops?” Dick asked.

“I had those.” Duke answered “Sorry.”

“Fruity Pebbles?”

 Cass raised her hand, looking at the ground.

“Reese’s Puffs?”

“I finished the box yesterday.” Damian announced, crossing his arms as he leaned against the marble sink.

“Damn.” Dick murmured and pouted as he closed the cabinet’s door “I’ve been craving cereal today.”

“We can always go get some.” Jason shrugged.

“At three in the morning?” Duke asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Actually, four.” Jason corrected, putting up a finger “And yeah, why not? I mean, we had a hard patrol tonight, and if Dick wants some cereal, I say let’s go get some cereal.”

“It’s four in the morning, Todd.” Damian said.

“I mean, the closest Walmart is open 24/7.” Tim interfered.

“You can’t be seriously considering this, Grayson.” Damian frowned at his older brother.

“Why not? I’m not sleepy anyways.” Dick crossed his arms and shrugged.

“Yes!” Jason hissed “Late night adventures with the baby bats. Let’s roll!” He clapped his hands once, and started to walk out of the kitchen, his siblings following him to the garage.

“Oh wait!” Dick said “Let’s ring up Bruce and see if there’s anything else we need.”

“Bold of you to assume he’d know what we need.” Tim interfered.

“Yeah, well, it’s worth a shot. Plus, do any of us really want to wake up Alfred to ask him?” Dick said, taking his communicator out of his pocket and placing it in his ear “B? Have a sec?” He asked

“Nightwing. What’s wrong?” Came the answer, Batman’s raspy voice flowing through the device.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong. We’re going to take a quick trip to the supermarket, I wanted to ask if you need anything.”

“... At four in the morning?”

“Yeah. Do you need anything?”

Bruce sighed.

“We’re running out of the coffee blend that Tim likes. Alfred the cat’s favorite treats have been gone since last week, and Cass’ favorite ice cream is done. Oh, buy Duke that soda he likes, I drank the last can. Also, Jason’s cookies and that brand of chips you like, we ran out of those. Oh, and buy something with Iron in it, I’m worried that Damian might not be getting enough.”

“Like spinach?” Dick said, writing it down on his phone’s notes.

“Yeah, that’ll do. Ah, and we’re a little low on milk.”

“Okay. Will keep that in mind. Thanks B, have a nice patrol.”

“Please don’t give the papers any headlines.”

“You got it, B. Bye.”

He placed the device back on his pocket.

“Okay, there’s a lot of stuff to buy, so let’s get going. I’ll drive.”

“Shotgun!” Jason yelled.

“We’re taking the S.U.V., one of you will need to ride in the trunk.” Dick said.

“I’ll go.” Cass’ eyes twinkled. No one could understand why she was always so fascinated with the idea of riding in the trunk, but she seemed to find it fun and all of them thought that her excitement was cute.

“Alright then.” Dick smiled, ruffling her hair. Her grin grew wider, and Duke set her hair straight again before they got into the car.

“Hey, can I play my music?” Tim asked from the backseat.

“Don’t force us to listen to the atrocity Drake calls music, Grayson.” Damian complained, arms crossed “Let me play something.”

“Uh, I’d rather not listen to Mozart and Bach while we’re in the car.” Duke protested.

“It’s called classic for a reason, Thomas.”

“Doesn’t matter, bat-brat.” Jason said “I’m with him on this one. Besides, universal car rules, shotgun DJ’s.”

“Since when?” Tim asked.

“Since now.” Jason said, plugging his phone in.

“Uh, I don’t think so.” Dick took the cord from him “According to ‘Supernatural’ rules, ‘Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole’. So that’s mine.”

“No one else watches this show Dickhead!” Jason pulled the cord back.

“Doesn’t matter, because I’m older!” Dick pulled it back again.

“Age is just a number!” Tim pushed himself to the front seat and took the cord back.

“Great point Drake!” Damian pulled him back by his waist, stealing the cord from him too.

“Hey, stop with the fuss, I’m gonna crash the car!” Dick said.

“Maybe we should just play Beyoncé...” Duke suggested. The car went silent for a while.

“Okay.” Dick said “Put on ‘Single Ladies’.”

“No. ‘Halo’ is her best.” Damian complained.

“Uhm, no way? I’m playing ‘Drunk in Love’, and that’s it.” Tim shot back.

“Are you crazy? Play ‘Formation’.” Duke interfered.

“I like ‘Run the World’...” Cass said quietly from the trunk.

“Yeah, okay,” Tim murmured “We’ll play that.”

The girl smiled as the first notes from the song filled the car.

There weren’t many cars in the parking lot, which was expected. They picked up two carts, and Dick hopped inside the one Jason was pushing.

“Dude!” Duke started “You’re in your mid-twenties!”

“Leave me alone, I nearly sprained my ankle today.” Dick stuck his tongue out. No one else questioned anything beyond that. The employees simply sighed, used to the two older brothers and their antics.

“Hey Parker.” Jason greeted the nighttime security guard.

“Hey. I see you two brought the whole gang tonight.” He answered.

“Yup.” Dick smiled.

“So this is a regular thing for the two of you?” Duke asked.

“Are you really surprised, Duke?” Tim shot back.

“No. Not really.”

“Okay. First stop, Bruce said we need to get Tim’s coffee.” Dick exclaimed, looking at the list.

Jason led the way, Dick grinning like a child on the cart, Cass quietly following as she pushed their second cart, Duke making friendly conversation with her while Tim and Damian kept bickering right behind them.

“Oh, wait!” Dick held on to the metal bars “We’re right next to the cookies and Bruce said we’re out of your favorites, Jay.” He looked up.

“Alright, a little detour then.” Jason turned them around, quickly grabbing his treats “Anyone wants anything else from this aisle?”

“But... We don’t need anything else from the aisle.” Duke pointed out.

“Um, we have a billionaire’s credit card?” Tim said “Bruce won’t freak out if we buy a few extra things.”

“Uuuh, they have those koala shaped cookies!” Dick hopped out of the cart “How many do I get?”

“I want one.” Cass said.

“Chocolate or strawberries?”

“Uh… I want both.” She answered.

“Okay, one each for the lady, two strawberries for me...”

“I want a chocolate one.” Tim said.

“Me too.” Damian asked.

“Oh, just take twenty boxes, ten of each flavor.” Jason interfered, dumping them on Cass’ cart “We’ll share later.”

“Oh my God, those are expensive!” Duke said, exasperated.

“Yeah. So?” Jason shot back.

“Bruce is a billionaire, bro. He won’t mind.” Dick said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, it’s easy for you guys to say it. You grew up like that. It’s kinda hard to accept this when you aren’t used to having so much.” Duke answered, scratching his neck.

“Hey, I get that feeling lil’ bro.” Jason tapped his back “I spent my childhood in Gotham’s streets.”

“Yeah. I mean, I grew up in the circus. I wasn’t used to the idea of getting brand new stuff instead of asking for hand-me-downs from our friends whenever I grew out of my clothes.” Dick interfered.

“But... Just think about it like this.” Jason got closer to him “We now can get everything we couldn’t in the past.”

Duke frowned. Jason nodded encouragingly.

“That... Doesn’t help.”

“I tried.” Jason shrugged. Dick hopped back in the cart “To the coffee aisle!” He exclaimed, pushing his brother around.

“Hang on.” Tim said “This is where they leave the energy drinks. Let me take some.”

“Why do you insist on drinking this crap, Drake?” Damian scowled, reading the label in one of the cans “If you have such a death wish, jumping in front of a train is a much cheaper, quicker alternative.”

“Shut up, little devil.” Tim picked up cans from his favorite brand.

“Jason, push me a little farther down the aisle, please.” Dick asked “They keep their iced teas over there.”

“Ugh, Grayson, you disgust me.” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be so judgemental Lil’ D.” He smiled, being pushed away by Jason.

As they examined the cans, Dick noticed he had attracted the looks of a middle aged man, a couple of steps from them. He was staring at his hoodie, that contained the frase ‘I love dick’ printed on it.

“Oh,” He exclaimed, smiling at the guy “My name is Richard. That’s why it’s funny.” The man nodded “I’m also queer as fuck, so that makes it better.” He added nonchalantly, and the man’s eyes widened “Okay Jay, I picked up all I wanted, let’s go back.”

“Alright you little shits, back to the coffee quest.” Jason said, leading the way once again. This time, they finally made it to the coffee aisle. Tim crouched down, looking for his favorite blend.

Cass got a little curious once she laid eyes on a colorful package on the top shelf. She picked it up and handed it to Dick.

“Read. Please.”

“This is an espresso roast. Here it says that it has notes of strawberry? Vanilla and... Sugar cane. Colombian coffee. Seems nice. Wanna take it?”

“Yes.” She nodded. Dick dropped it on his cart.

Cass wandered away, still looking at all of the coffee blends.

“Hey girlie,” A guy whistled at her, next to his group of friends “Nice ass.”

She squinted at them.

“Yo, asshole!” Tim screamed, getting their attention “That’s our sister!” He threw a bag of coffee beans at the guy’s face, causing his nose to bleed.

“Hey, who do you think you are?” One of them started to walk up to her brothers. Cass could tell that he wanted trouble, so she grabbed his arm and slammed his face against the shelf, so quickly and brutally that it barely budged, leaving the products unbothered, but the guy fell to the floor, disoriented. She stared at him.

“We are Waynes.” Damian answered, pacing towards them quietly, hands on his pockets “I suggest you apologize immediately for the troubles, if you wouldn’t want to get a hefty lawsuit for your harrasment.”

“Uh, sorry bro.” One of them started, a little scared “We didn’t-”

“Not to me.” He interrupted “To her.”

“We’re sorry, miss Wayne.” All of them mumbled.

“Now promise you won’t do it again.” Damian added.

“We won’t do it again.” They started at the floor, next to where their fallen friend laid down.

“Good.” He squinted “Help your friend up, and get out of my sight.”

They did as they were told, helping his friend walk straight again. As Cass headed back, Dick gently touched her arm, looking up at her.

“Hey, are you alright?” She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled back.

“Does this happen often?” Jason asked.

“Sometimes.” She shrugged “But they always say sorry after I break their nose.”

“Ayy, that’s our girl.” Jason praised “Alright, we got the coffee. Where to next?”

“Let’s see... Next item is Alfred the cat’s treats.” Dick said.

“Ha!” Damian laughed loudly “As if Alfred would eat the... peasant treats that this store offers. No. I’ve already bought the adequate brand from an online shop.”

“Okay...” Dick raised an eyebrow “Then... Cass’ ice cream is next, but I think we should leave that as the last item, so it won’t melt, which leads us to Duke’s soda because Bruce had the last can.”

“Let’s go then. I think that the cereal aisle is on the way, so we’ll get that first.” Jason said, pushing the cart around again.

“Which ones do we get?” Tim asked, looking through the shelf.

“Everything that has sugar.” Dick answered. His brother began handing him boxes, when they heard a small whisper.

“Oh my God, are those...?” A girl said to her friend, attracting the eyes of the siblings. The duo averted their gaze quickly. Cass frowned at them.

“Relax.” Jason smiled, placing an arm on her back “They’re probably just... Fans.”

“Fans?” She asked, still staring suspiciously at them.

“Yeah.” Dick shrugged “I mean, we’re not super stars, but we do hit the papers pretty often. A bunch of people know us here in Gotham.” The girls were looking again, and Dick gave them a small wave, making them giggle “See? Nothing to worry about.”

“Hum.”

“Hey there, ladies.” Jason greeted, a cheeky smile on his face “What brings you to this fine establishment tonight?”

“We ran out of energy drinks.” One of them answered “What about you?”

“Cereal.” Dick answered, lifting two boxes. They giggled again.

“Hey, um... can we maybe get a picture?” The girl asked “It’s just that... no one will believe us when we tell them about this.”

“Absolutely not!” Damian answered.

“Nah, don’t listen to the little brat.” Jason said “Go ahead.”

Dick held up the boxes again, smiling as Jason made a ‘crazy’ motion with his hands. Tim turned around as the photo was being taken, turning him into a blurr with tired eyes.

“Can we get some selfies too?” The other one asked, grinning.

“No!” Damian protested again.

“Of course you can!” Dick said “Duke, Cass, come here.” He called.

All of them gathered around the cart Dick was staying at, even Damian. He didn’t look so pleased as the photo was taken, but neither did Cass.

“Thanks. You guys really are nice.” The first girl said.

“Oh, you have no clue on how nice I can be.” Jason winked, making her blush “Tell you what, why don’t I give you my phone number and you can text me those pictures later, hm?”

“Sure.” The girl bit her lips as Jason scribbled his number on her wrist.

“You are such a flirt.” Dick rolled his eyes as the girls walked away.

“What, like you aren’t?” Jason snorted, pushing him away, looking for where they kept the soda.

“I think Cass didn’t like that interaction very much.” Tim whispered to his older brothers, who turned around to find a frowning baby bat. Jason chuckled.

“What’s wrong, sis?” She scowled at him “Oh, c’mon, don’t get jealous.” He threw an arm around her shoulder “You know you’ll always be our number one girl, but a guy has his needs. And sometimes, a guy needs a date.”

Cass pushed him away, rolling her eyes as Duke placed five soda cans on her cart.

“Why would you even drink this sugar filled monstrosity, Thomas?” Damian asked, reading the labels “Grandfather wouldn’t even feed his prisoners something as revolting as this.”

“Because, Bat-brat,” He said “We’re all entitled to enjoy at least one or two things that may ultimately be responsible for our deaths.”

“I suppose.” He murmured, lifting an eyebrow “You make much finer points than the rest of them. Father has been looking for heirs in the least suitable places, I assume.” He clicked his tongue “It’s a good thing I’m here to help.”

“Okay...” Duke answered, raising his eyebrows and averting his gaze. There was only so much strangeness that he could handle.

“Great, now we need to get my chips and spinach.” Dick stated.

“Spinach?” Tim asked “Why spinach?”

“B thinks Damian may have been needing more iron in his diet.” Dick shrugged.

“Aaw.” Tim said “That’s actually kinda cute. Do you think he ever worries about our diets?”

“Don’t be stupid Tim, of course he doesn’t.” Jason answered.

“He does.” Dick shot back “He worries about us, he just... Really, really, really, reaaaally sucks at showing it sometimes.”

“Potatoe, potatoe.” Jason murmured.

“Yeah, whatever. Keep me moving Little Wing, we have stuff to pick up and my tiredness is catching up to me.” Dick pointed forward.

“Sure. But the chips are in the opposite direction.”

“Well turn me around then, do you want me to look like an idiot?” Dick said, a little exasperated.

“I wish you had an off button sometimes.” Jason sighed as he made his way to the chips section.

An employee, mopping the floor with a bored expression, looked up from what he was doing when he saw the Wayne gang talking loudly. Dick tried to control his brothers from inside the cart, and had just told Jason to separate a fight between Tim and Damian. Duke and Cass snicker as they saw a bored, six feet tall Jason pushing his much smaller brothers apart.

“Yep.” The employee murmured to himself “Billionaires shopping at Walmart at four in the morning. Just a normal night.”

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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 18

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @inspeech)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever.

Tags: @comic-nerd-dc @comic-brew @psychovigilantewrites @psych0crybaby

Leaves crunched under her boots the further out she got. The cool air sending shivers up her spine despite the heavy jacket she wore. The faster her steps fit, the harder the leaves rustled against her feet.

Today had been a long day, having been out since before the sun breaked over the sky. She had left at 5:30 to head into the city, going to various shops with Tim. They were hurrying to gather everything they needed for Saturday.

In 2 days time, was the Wayne Halloween gala. Bruce would always host one each year, but with the help, and threats, sandy convinced him to let her decorate.

Usually, there wasn’t much. A punch bowl filled with dark red punch, people wearing black, and the ovation all scary song. But not this year.

Halloween has always been one of her favorite holidays. While her parents didn’t let her leave the house, they would decorate their home with spooky decor, bake Halloween treats for them to enjoy and dress up and have a dance party.

Since her adoption, she kept up the tradition. Last year having baked cookies whilst dressed up with her father. Her dresses up as Dorothy, and Jason as the cowardly lion. It suited him, for his large stature, and as she put it, “nearly as much body hair.” Which caused him to laugh. Halloween has a special place in her heart, it wasn’t just scary costumes and scares. It was about having fun being someone that you aren’t. Well, some did that everyday.

She kept walking outback, further out than she had ever been. Usually she stuck to the large garden, but today she went further.

She stopped in her tracks when she noticed a pond, and beside it was, a small barn? Questions swam in her brain as to what it could be. It didn’t look old, or vacant. Her curiosity got the better of her as she walked up to it.

Reaching for the handle, she braced herself. What could be in here? Is she allowed? She’s far from the manor, barely seeing it from this distance.

A noise from inside startled her, her heart sinking slightly. Somethings in there. She finally turned the knob, a gasp leaving her when she opened the door.

Tims phone rang beside him, startling him awake. Drool collected at the side of his face, wiping it away. He picked it up, answering the call without looking. “Hello?” He asked, his voice strained and groggy with sleep. “Tim, I, um. How do I put this? Help.” His heart picked up as he’s fully awake, panic fills him when he hears the tone in Sandy’s voice. Slightly wavering but calm. “What’s going on, where are you? Are you hurt?” Each question he asked came out more urgent than the last. “First off stop panicking. Second, I um, went for a walk outback and I came across a small barn. And I’m. Idk how to put this so I’m just gonna say it. There’s a cow and it’s currently sucking my hand like it’s a nipple. I’m stuck.” Relief filled him, then questions, then laughter. “So you’ve met batcow.” He chucked. “Huh? I’m, what?” Her response made him laugh even harder. “Damian got her when he was younger. She’s actually the reason he went vegetarian. Why don’t you just pull your hand out her mouth? She’s not mean.” “That’s the problem. Each time I try she cries. I don’t want to offend her.” Laughs boomer out his chest, his head thrown back as he clutched his stomach. “So she’s doing that again, alright. I hate to say this but, I’ve gotta call Damian to go get you. Sometimes she does this and he’s the only person she listens too. Are you okay with that?” “It’s fine, just tell him to hurry up. It’s cold out here.”

Damian sighed when he spotted her, confusion coming even faster when he got up to her. She sat against the barn, with batcow still sucking her hand. He watched as she talked to the cow as if it was a normal person. “So you’re talking to animals now?” He asked, a small smirk on his face. “You’re one to talk.” He raised his eyebrow at her. “You dress up every night, inspired by a bird. That’s totally normal.” Both chuckle slightly at her response. He bends down to both of them, bringing his hand and scratching the top of the cows head. “Alright come on pretty girl. You gotta let go of her hand.” As if he used magic, the cow let go of her hand. She shakes her hand, wiping it off on her pants. They both stand up, putting the cow back inside the barn.

She ran ramped down the hallway, dispersing and running back down for what was the 36 time. Dick and Damian both opened their doors, stepping out. She ran into dicks chest, nearly knocking both of them over. She had a box in her arms, handing it to dick. “There’s more in my room. Both of you, bring it down to the gala room now.” She frantically exclaimed. Running back to her room, running out with 2 more boxes.

Shock filled them when they entered the room. The usually plain grand room filled with decorations. Cobwebs strung on each wall corner. Toy bats hung down from the feeling. Pumpkins filled each window and empty surface along with candles that hadn’t been lit. “How did you-“ “lots of dedication, and a ladder. Now both of you, get everyone to come in here and help me.” Shock filled them further. She looked tired. Her usually wavy hair now curly and wet. She wore high waisted jeans with a tank top tucked into it. Her botfly glistened with a layer of sweat. Her face was flushed, shiny due to her sweating. Both of them looked around again, still in awe of the room. “You’ve done all this, by yourself?” Damian asked. “Yes, I started around 2 this morning.” She replied. Her voice sounding even more tired than before as she rummaged through another box. “Wait, 2? I heard you go to bed at 12. Have you slept?” Duck asked, worry filling him as he watched her. “Couldn’t fall asleep. I gave up at around 1:30 and started getting everything ready for tomorrow.” Worry stuck both of them at her response. “Sandy, go to bed. You need to sleep.” Dick says, his voice harder than usual. “It’s fine. I need to get this done. Besides, Tim does it all the time.” She replies, annoyance laced in her voice. “Yes and he's done this for years. You haven’t. So go to bed.” Damian said, his voice growing slightly irritated. She set the candles down on the floor, looking at him. Her eyes bore holes into him. “Damian, shut the fuck up. You’re the last person who should be talking about my wellbeing. So stay the fuck out of this.” She exclaimed. Anger evident in her voice. Rage and anger filled him at her voice, his arms slightly shaking at his sides. “And I don’t need you to fucking drop and fall because you didn’t sleep last night.” He replied, anger in his voice. “Oh so now you care. You’ve never once gave a damn if I was okay or hurt. So you know what Damian? Go fuck yourself. I tried fixing us, I tried being nice. But you have your panties in a twist. Screw you.” She yelled, tears in her eyes nearing falling. She walked away, her footsteps hard and fast as she left the room. His heart throbbing in his chest in pain.

The commotion could be heard from floors away, everyone who could make it was there for the annual Wayne Halloween gala. But while usually the room was how it usually looked, now decorated from floor to ceiling. The staircases were lined with white taper candles that stretched . Tables covered by black and red table cloths with the same candles in the center. Walls covered with old paintings, some of which were family, others horror. Pumpkins filled the corners of the room. Small fake bats and spiders lined the ceiling along with cobwebs.

She smoothed out her dress for the tenth time in the last few minutes. She added a final hair pin to her hair, smoothing the long tendrils out of her face. She wore a long black wig, styled in a curled updo with a dark rose. The front layers lay curled at the sides of her face. It was strange, seeing the way she dressed for the night. She looked as if she came from early Victorian times. The long black lace dress she wore was beautiful. The intricate lace that covered the entirety was astonishing. The only color to the dress was the dark red corset that showed through the chest piece. Very little make was applied, alert from fake blood that dropped from her mouth down her neck. The fangs she wore in her mouth weren’t as uncomfortable as she thought, having gotten more realistic smaller ones rather than the large ones you’d find at a Halloween shop. And with one final look, she stepped out of her room.

All eyes watched as Damian walked in, the room going slightly quiet. He wore a long dark black coat, along with a dark red vest underneath with gold details. A puffy white button up underneath that only showed in the chest. Black dress pants with shiny black shoes completing the store. His hair covered by a shoulder length black wig, messily tied back by a ribbon. His usual dark emerald green eyes now dark yellow. The only giveaway as to his costume was the fangs in his mouth.

His breath caught in his throat, heart thumping loudly in his chest when he saw her. She looked nothing like herself. Her usual short hair now long in an intricate updo. What would usually be her usual sweater with capris, now a long bold Victorian ball gown. His eyes follow her as she glides around the room.

She watched as countless people cane up to her, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her stomach tied in knots as they all greeted her. She swallowed the vomit that she was sure would come up and put on a smile. She shook more peoples hands in 10 minutes than she ever had in her life. Her chest closing up the longer she was around them.

This wasn’t her thing. All the people, the dresses, the fear of someone taking photos, everything was growing too much. Tears collected in her eyes that she blinked away. Her throat burning as her heart sped up further.

She let out a gasp when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Her heart sank further. That is until she turned around, a large smile grew on her face. “Tim!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. His breath being knocked out by the force of her hug. He let out a laugh as she latched into him, wrapping his arms around her. “Hey, everything alright?” He chuckled. “No” she mumbled into his chest. He let go of her, looking down at her. His face concerned. “What’s going on?” He asks, his hands on her shoulders. “How do you do all of, this?” She asks, gesturing around the room. “God I feel like I’m gonna puke.” She says, swallowing the lump in her throat again. “Here’s the thing, you don’t. None of us like this, not even Bruce or dick. What you do is you put on a happy smile, shake peoples hands, and barely answer questions. But hey, now you’ve got me with you.” He chuckles, watching as her shoulders relax. “Now come on, I’ve got a few people you should meet.”

“Sandy, this is-“ “commissioner Gordon.” Both men looked at her shockingly. “He was one of the first on the scene the night my parents died.”

Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall that couldn’t stop. The pain in her back was nothing compared to the shocking pain in her heart. It felt like white hot searing pain that wouldn’t leave as she stared at her parents. “M-mom? Dad? Please.” She sobbed. The screams of both of them ringed in her ears as her heart screamed out. She couldn’t move from the floor, the blood now cold against her front as she begged for death. “God, please.” She begged, slipping into what was hopefully death as she welcomed it.

Bright lights blinded her eyes, her coming to and hearing people all around her. Her heart beating out of her chest as she moaned out in pain. Trying to alert anyone that she was alive. “We've got a survivor!” Someone yelled. They sounded so far from her, as if she was underwater and was hearing the yell from above her. A gasp was heard before she opened her eyes, seeing an angel crouching down to her. His hair was a light red, along with his Mustache. He wore thick framed glasses that hid his light blue eyes. “Hey I need you to stay with us, everything is gonna be alright.” She heard the man say, before she fell unconscious again.

Both men look at her again, mouths open in shock, neither one knowing what to say. “How did you remember?” Tim asks. “Because that night I thought he was an angel. You gotta remember, I wasn’t allowed around people. The first person I saw besides my parents was, him. My mom and dad always taught me that before you go to heaven, you are visited by an angel.” She said, the corner of her eye shining momentarily. She watched as Jim’s eyes glossed over before he blinked it away. “You know, I always wondered what happened to you after that night. And when I saw your face in the newspaper, it took me a bit to recognize you. And when Barbara confirmed it, it made me tear up a little.” He said. Tears gathered in her eyes. A smile formed on her face before standing on her toes and hugging him. He froze momentarily before wrapping his arms around her. Tears fell down her cheeks onto his coat. Tears collected in his eyes as he rubbed her back. “It’s so good to see you doing so well. It’s cases like yours that keep me going.”

She walked over to the table with drinks, spotting a man standing there already. He wore a long black jacket with gold embellished. It was tight to his body. Showing his broad shoulders and muscular build. His hair was long and black, pulled back by a ribbon. She took in a deep breath as her stomach shook slightly. She walked over to the table, taking in a final breath before getting beside him. She looked up at him, her heart sinking into her stomach.

He heard someone walking behind him, hearing their large intake of breath before they got beside him. He heard her breath caught in her throat. Looking over at her, his heart reasoned with pain and shock.

“Wh-what are you wearing?” He asks, his tone sharp. “I should be asking you the same thing.” She bit back. Anger evident in her voice. He looked away from her, taking in a deep breath. “You gotta be kidding me.” He whispers. Anger rises in her as she folds her arms together. “What’s that supposed to mean.” She asks. Boring holes into his face. “We’re at a Halloween gala, wearing the same theme. Do you have any idea how much the press are going to write about this? They’ll have a field day with this.” He bites back. Anger in his voice as his body tenses up. “Oh I’m so sorry I couldn’t read your fucking mind. But yeah suure let’s blame me like you always do. Because Damian Wayne is never in the wrong and it’s always me.” She says, pain shooting through her heart. “Oh you’re one to talk. It always starts with you. You just bring it out in me.” He retorts. “Oh yeah like it was my fault you threw that Batarang into my shoulder.” She says, tears collecting in her eyes. He balls his fists tightly, jaw set as he bore his eyes into hers. “It was an accident!” He exclaimed. Voice slightly louder. “Just like you.” She says. She walks away from him, heart throbbing in pain.

Tears collected in her eyes as she sat in a chair, watching everyone dancing. Her heart still panging against her chest as she dabbed her eyes with a napkin.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, turning around and letting out a chuckle. Behind her was dick, but it was hard to tell with what he wore. His usually dark hair was covered with a blond wig. He wore a whit shirt with a blue collar poking out. Blue pants and an orange scarf. He rolled his eyes playfully, a smile on his face. “Yeah yeah yeah let it out. This was babs idea.” He chuckled. He got up and sat in the chair beside her, turning it to face her. “Now what’s going on?” He asks, her breath getting caught in her throat. She took in a deep breath. “Damian was just being an ass earlier. All because we happened to be dressed as vampires.” Dicks face slightly falls and turns annoyed as he looks away. Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry sands.” He says, eyes caster down. She puts her hand against his shoulder. “It’s fine dick. You can’t control how he is. It just sucks how it puts me in a horrible mood every time.” She says, eyes looking down to her lap. “Well then come on, I know a way to cheer you up.” He says, grabbing her hand and pulling her up.

Both of them walk onto the dance floor to Barbara, who’s talking to her dad and laughing about something. She turns and her eyes light up when she sees dick. Causing him to smile and put his arms around her waist. Kissing her lightly before she lets go from him, both smiling. She turns and sees sandy behind him, breaking from his arms and pulling her into a hug. “Hey sweetie. You look amazing. Now come on, let’s have some fun!” Barbara says, a bright smile on her face.

She can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of her as she seats side to side. Her arms around Barbara’s shoulders and they both sway fast to the music. They twirl in a circle, causing her dress to glide along the floor in a large circle. The song comes to a close as they both laugh. “Okay time to switch!” Barbara laughs, letting go of her and spinning her around. She nearly falls into dicks chest, causing both to let out large laughs. Another song starts playing, a gasp leaving dick as a wide smile takes over his face. She recognizes it as bob seger, her dad playing him when they go out driving together. She laughs as dick stars moving his hits side to side as he raises one arm in the air. “Just take those old records off the shelf!” He sings out loud, causing her to throw her head back and laugh as both dance to the beat. She can’t stop as tears stream down her face as she dances with him, her head thrown back in laughter.

He watches as her head throws back as laughter erupts from her. His heart throbbing in pain that causes him to look away. It hurts, he remembers the times he could get her to laugh just the same way. Tears falling down her face as she clutched her stomach. Sometimes getting her to laugh so hard she would snort. A tear fell down his cheek as he looked down. He couldn’t stop hearing her laughs, even with everyone else in the room. It was as if, it was just her. That’s all that played in his mind.

His feet dragged as he walked down the hallway, his eyes slowly closing the further he got to his room. All the energy he usually had, was drained from him.

His head spin slightly the further he walked, nearly falling due to his Exhaustion. Every bit of him fighting and straining to continue. But relief filled him when his hand grabbed onto the knob.

He opened the door, a smile on his tired face formed when he stepped into the warm room. He took his jacket and shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Not even bothering with his pants. Not noticing the carpet on the floor, or the smell of vanilla in the room. Not even noticing the dress that laid on the floor by his feet. Too tired to notice the completely different bed when he crashed down onto it. Smiling as he snuggled into the silk bedding, the smell almost familiar. But his exhaustion was too high to think about it as sleep overcame him.

A scream startled him awake, his heart nearly falling out from how fast it was going. Jumping as the scream didn’t stop. Only opening his eyes in sheer panic.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” She screamed out. Panic filling him as his vision cleared. His heart going ramped when he saw her. Her hair was wet and falling in her face. Small droplets of water cascading down her body. She stood in her doorway of her bathroom that was right in front of her bed. She was bare as the day she was born, no towel or clothing to cover her. She crouched slightly, her legs and arms doing a poor job to shield her body from him. What was once exhaustion that filled him, was now adrenaline pumping through him. His body feeling like a fire burned inside him.

Panic surged through him as he abruptly got up from the bed, eyes still wide at her. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!” She screamed. “I-Im sorry, I thought this was my room.” He stuttered out. Panic still high in him along with the burning growing stronger. His breathing raged and fast. “GET OUT!” She screamed, him running out as fast as he could.

He slammed his door shut, his breathing ramped and fast. His heart beating wildly, nearly painful. He fell onto his bed, his body still feeling that burning grow. He was conflicted, he wanted to run away as soon as he saw her. But he was frozen in place. A strong urge to grab onto her, to feel her wet skin on his as his body surged with electricity and want. A feeling deep inside him craving even now to go back, to feel her skin beneath his. To feel her warmth and touch on him. Memories flooding him of that night. The feel of her skin in his hands as he gripped onto her. The paralyzing feeling of her wet lips on his neck. Her warm tongue pressing against his pulsepoint that sent shocks through his body. Energy surged through him in a way that he hasn’t felt since. It was adrenaline or fear. It was akin to his body burning from the inside as his nerves felt sensitive against the sheets. His heart still ramped.

His Breathing slowed down, feeling existed after some minutes. His heart slowing back down as his eyes grew heavy. The feeling inside him growing down the further he grew tired. Finally relaxing as his eyes shut, sleep taking him under once again.

(Warning, heavy petting)

Walking into his room, he noticed the lights were off. The only source of light coming from the windows. Panic slighting growing when he noticed that they we’re open, the curtains blowing in the wind slightly. But what truly shocked him, was the silhouette of a person on the other side of the bed. He watched as they moved around the bed to the foot of it. Their steps light against the floor. It was a woman, panic being replaced with desire as her body came into view. Her face was hidden, the lights from the windows only showing what she wore, well, lack thereof. Dark green lace barely covering her glowing skin. He watched as she walked closer to him, his body burning with energy and want pulling him to her. But he stood froze, watching as she grew closer to him. The lingerie she wore standing out more the closer she got to him. The baralet she wore was see through. Her nipples hard against the thin fabric. He watched as she stood no more than 2 feet from him. A gasp leaving him when he sees her face. Her lips painted red as her hair was curled slightly. Her usually sapphire eyes a dark midnight blue. “What are you-“ he questioned, before she put her finger to his lips. “Shh, it’s okay.” She whispers, before flushing herself against him, pulling his face to hers, their lips crashing together.

A large gasp leaves him as he jolts awake. His breathing ragged as he opens his eyes and sits up. His heart beating wildly against his chest as he shakes. That feeling inside him worse than before as the images played in his head. A groan leaving him as he shuts his eyes, trying anything to fight the sight of her body against his. His body shaking worse as he grips the blanket underneath him. That burning feeling back and worse the longer he sits there.

His cock throbbed inside his pants, the feeling almost painful.

He abruptly got up from his bed, walking into his bathroom. Tuning the light on as he walked over to the shower, turning it on. He stripped from his pants and underwear and got in. A gasp leaving him as the cold water hit his back. Causing his breathing to grow heavy as his body tensed at the freezing temperature. His body no longer feeling hot as he shivered in the stream. Hand against the wall as he lowered his head, heart still ramped as when he woke, the images still playing in his mind.

[teentitanimals]

im working on a BIG Batfamily project, and WOW have i realized how much harder this is gonna be than i first thought it was... for now, have an excerpt- or, rather, Selina Kyle’s information card of the project :) im pretty proud of this! information and story subject to change

Selina Kyle-Wayne

birth name: Selina Calabrese

Main Alias: Catwoman

Other Aliases: Catbird (in Gothtopia), The Cat, The Cat Burglar, Irena Dubrovna

Current Age: ~46 (When first CW; 21. When had HK; 36. Retires CW; ~55. At death; ~70.)

Birthdate: March 14th (Alternatively; March 31st)

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: Short

Eye Color: Green

Race/Ethnic/Skin Color: Half-Cuban; Possibly Italian, Scottish, and/or Latina descendant (White)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Female (She/her)

Height: ~5’11” (Tall)

Weight: ~146lbs (Sorta Heavy)

Build: Slender, Curvy

Biological Parents: Maria Kyle, Rex Calabrese

Step-Father: Brian Kyle

Alleged Father: Carmine Falcone

Biological Sister: Magdalene “Maggie” Kyle-Burton

Biological Half-Brother: Aiden Mason

Brother-in-Law: Simon Burton

Biological Cousins: Nick Calabrese, Antonia Calabrese

Alleged Siblings: Sofia Falcone, Alberto Falcone, Mario Falcone

Surrogative Sister: Holly Robinson

Ex-Lovers: Sam Bradley Jr., Eiko Hasigawa, Moreland McShane

Husband: Bruce Wayne

Parents-in-Law: Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne

Siblings-in-Law: Thomas Wayne Jr. (On Earth-3), Rochelle Wayne (in Elseworlds: Reign of Terror)

Surrogative Father-in-Law: Alfred Pennyworth

Surrogative Sister-in-Law: Julia Pennyworth

Cousins-in-Law: Kate Kane, Beth Kane, Bette Kane

Surrogate Daughter: Arizona

Biological Children: Helena Kyle, Helena Wayne (from Earth-2)*, “Aion” Wayne (In Batman in Bethlehem)

*(HC; Helena is legally her adopted daughter on Earth-1.)

Step-Children: Damian Wayne, Athanasia al Ghul, The Heretic (clone of DW), Tallant Wayne (clone of DW), Alina Wayne (maybe), Bruce Wayne Jr. (On Earth-3839), Dick Grayson, Lance Bruner, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cass Cain, Duke Thomas (maybe), Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Daughters-in-Law: Koriand’r, Dana Tan

Step-Grandchildren: Mar'i Grayson, Jake Grayson, John Grayson II (On Earth-2), Sasha Todd, Clark Wayne (On Earth-3839)

Step-Great-Granddaughters: Lois Wayne (On Earth-3839), Lara Wayne (On Earth-3839)

Catwoman Run: ~34 years

Succeeded By: Eiko Hasigawa, Holly Robinson, (First Name N/A) Black

Wikipedia. Batman Wiki. DC Database. DCAMU. Animated Series. Comic Vine.

(tw; self-harm, suicide, child abuse, illegal prostitution, drug addiction, sexual abuse, death)

Selina Calabrese was born to Rex Calabrese and Maria Calabrese with a sister two years older than her named Magdalene Calabrese. When Selina was very young, her mother escaped from Rex, also known as The Lion, leader of the Calabrese Crime Family, and became the husband to Brian Kyle, legally changing all their names to Maria Kyle, Maggie Kyle, and Selina Kyle. Maria had a son with him, Aiden Kyle. Their relationship was not healthy, with Maria being very suicidal and Brian being drunk and abusive. He would often yell at and harm Maria and her kids, and Maria, although she loved her kids, was distant, more often spending time with her cats. One day, Selina came home from school to find her mother dead in the tub, having cut her wrists until she bled out. A year later, Brian died from alcohol poisoning, and Selina called the police, packed her bags and ran away. Maggie and Aiden were taken to the orphanage, and Aiden, being fairly young, was almost immediately adopted by a family, where his name was changed to Aiden Mason. His contact with his half-sisters was cut off, although he would eventually seek them out as an older teen and young adult. Maggie was adopted after a few months, and was raised very religiously. She kept in contact with Selina best she could.

On the streets, Selina would steal food, clothing and other material from grocery stores. She was eventually caught and put in the orphanage. She acted out a lot, causing her to be sent to Juvenile Hall. When she turned age 13, she was sent back to the orphanage. There, she realized the place was embezzling money. To make sure she never told anyone, they put her in a bag and dropped her in a river. Selina managed to escape, and then stole documentary proof of their embezzlement to give to the police, some money for herself, and her own files in hopes of reuniting with her brother or sister. Instead, she found out that Brian was not her birth father, and that her father was an unknown mobster man. Selina continued living on the streets, stealing food and jewelry to meet her own, as the money she stole would not last forever. She would be taken in by an old thief gang leader named Mama Fortuna, who treated the kids under her care like slaves. Eventually, Selina would run away with a friend from the gang named Sylvia. They could not survive on their own and always had a shortage of money, and Sylvia took up prostitution to support them both, and grew to hate Selina for it. They parted ways.

When Selina was 17, she began illegally working as a prostitute under an abusive pimp named Stan. She stumbled upon a 13-year-old Holly Robinson who was being sexually abused by a cop. Selina beat the cop up, inspiring Holly who said that was the first time anybody had shown her she could fight back. The two became roommates. To pay for living expenses and food, Selina continued stealing, and Holly eventually became an illegal prostitute too when she was 16, despite Selina being against it. Her underage status resulted in Stan getting into a fight with a drifter, who, unbeknownst to them, was Bruce Wayne in disguise. A few weeks later, Holly would wake Selina up to show her Batman, still new and fresh, beating up corrupt police officer and former Commissioner Branden. Selina, inspired by how someone can don a costume and have everyone either be happy or terrified to see him that she can do the same too, would confront and fight Stan about his abuse, officially having her and Holly quit prostitution. She spent money to buy an expensive costume- her first Catwoman costume. She robbed a local store, and one of the security guards called her “Catwoman”, which she liked and chose to be her name. Stan, wanting revenge on Selina and Holly for quitting, kidnaps Maggie. After a few days, Selina locates him, saves her sister, and beats him to death in a rage as Catwoman. Selina informs Maggie of her new persona, who disagrees heavily, especially seeing as she killed a man, but promises to keep quiet.

The police investigate Selina and Holly, and one police officer sexually harasses Holly. Enraged, Selina went out as Catwoman with intent to kill him, but Batman intervened and made her see how her anger blinded her. Terrified she was a danger to Holly, she sent Holly to live in a convent with Maggie, who was a nun (although she would later give up her nunage to marry her husband, Simon Burton). Catwoman would begin her crime life properly, crossing paths with the likes of the Joker, the Riddler, Poison Ivy, and others, and flirting with Batman, of course. While Selina continued on to be a thief as Catwoman for the next few years, Holly felt she did not fit in the convent, and eventually found herself back on the streets. She got addicted to drugs and went back into prostitution.

While Holly was away, Selina temporarily got a new roommate, a young blonde girl nicknamed Arizona who reminded Selina a lot of Holly. She took her under her wing, and Arizona acted like her sidekick for a while, before she eventually found her own feeting and started a life on her own. She still kept close contact with Selina, though.

After five years, a gang leader named Bone killed a close friend of Selina’s named Lola MacIntire, who knew Selina was Catwoman and let her crash at her place after her apartment was destroyed. Bone wanted revenge after Catwoman had stolen from him. This devastated Selina, who viewed it as completely her fault. At Lola’s funeral, Selina encountered her old friend, Gwen Altamont, and the two began working together. Catwoman stole cars for Gwen, and encountered a metahuman thief named Spark while on the job. Catwoman convinces Gwen to let her work with Spark, and the two plan to rob Penguin of the fifth dagger they need to complete a set of valuable knives. Catwoman stakes out at the restaurant Penguin likes to eat at a day before he would be there, which Spark questions why they are doing so a day before. Catwoman notices a young hooker getting tranquilized and dragged into a van. Catwoman leaps into action, Spark soon following. They save the girl, and, after questioning local prostitutes, find out there have been multiple kidnappings and murders like this. Catwoman investigates and plans to defeat the kidnappers. After failing to stop a kidnapper in the act, Catwoman contacts Detective Carlos Alvarez, a detective who has been chasing her tail but that she knows is a genuinely good cop, for help. They track the kidnapper, Matilda Mathis aka Dollhouse, the daughter of Dollmaker, to a mansion. Catwoman fights Dollhouse, but Batman interrupts their fight, allowing both to escape. Catwoman questions her ability to be a vigilante, knowing she’s a better thief.

After those series of murders to other prostitutes, Holly quits being a prostitute and heads to her and Selina’s old apartment. She is pleasantly surprised to find Selina lived there after the destruction of her other apartment, and the two reunited. Holly began working as a spy of sorts for Catwoman, gathering information of what was happening on the streets of East End. Although she eventually stopped taking drugs after living with Selina for a few months, she felt concerned that she was still looking at the world through the eyes of a junkie to gather intel. During this time period, the Scarecrow releases a gas that makes everyone believe they are in a utopia- Gothtopia. There, Selina believed she was Catbird, partner to Batman. Where Batman could see glimpses of reality, Catbird just thought him delusional. While people who could see through the illusion questioned their sanity and committed suicide, Catbird began investigating a criminal named Steeljacket, who was also convinced their reality was an illusion. Steeljacket explained that the suit he was wearing kept him alive and he needed her thievery skills to get him the money to repair it. Catbird helped him, and the familiar adrenaline rush of a robbery made her remember her real identity of Catwoman. After Batman freed the city from Scarecrow’s toxin, Catwoman reminded him of how they shared both a partnership and a true romantic relationship in Gothtopia. Batman denied the extent of his romantic feelings, even though the toxin showed them both what they wanted to see.

A few years later, Black Mask, who held a vendetta against Catwoman, kidnapped her sister Maggie and Simon, killed Simon, and then forced Maggie to eat her husband’s eyes, driving her insane. Black Mask also kidnapped and beat Holly with the help of an old childhood friend of Catwoman, Sylvia. Catwoman kills Black Mask, Holly kills Sylvia, and they save Maggie, who is put in a psychiatric institute. Holly isolated herself and nearly fell back onto old habits. Selina decided Holly needed time to heal outside of Gotham City and needed proper training, so she sent Holly to a rural safehouse where she trained in hand-to-hand combat with Ted Grant. Selina and Slam Bradley, a detective friend of Selina’s, located Holly’s long lost brother Davey, and the two reunited.

Eventually, Black Mask was revived by a Black Lantern, and immediately sought out Maggie, threatening to kill her and anyone else Catwoman cared about. Catwoman, with the help of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, defeated Black Mask again. Maggie escaped, and no longer wanted anything to do with Selina, blaming her for her insane condition and Simon’s death, and believing Selina was possessed by a cat demon. Maggie sought out Sister Agatha to exorcise her sister, but when Maggie saw Agatha’s cat, she snapped and killed Agatha’s cat and then Agatha because she believed Agatha was in league with Selina’s cat demon. Maggie then searched through Agatha’s relics and tools, stumbling upon a supernatural substance in a container that warped Maggie’s sense of reality further. To Maggie, an angel was released and claimed it would help her destroy Selina’s cat demon. Maggie finds Selina and Harley Quinn and attacks them with heightened abilities. Harley refers to Maggie as “Sister Zero”, and then becomes possessed by the “angel”’s influence. Catwoman manages to get through to Harley, confusing her enough to escape Maggie’s control. Selina forces Maggie to escape, who starts to formulate a new plan to save her sister’s soul. The angel told her to team up with Azrael and Crusader during Gotham’s Judgement Day, which she does. Maggie believes she is her sister’s test of faith, which means either Selina will get cleansed of her cat demon, or Maggie will die. But in the end, when Maggie has a chance to end Selina’s life, she can’t bring herself to do it. Maggie ends up back in a psychiatric institute and starts to slowly heal, although sometimes Sister Zero breaks out.

Holly begins a relationship with a girl named Karon, who she moves into the apartment of. She also becomes the supervisor of a group of street kids known as the Alleytown Gang, training them to act like the spies and informants of Catwoman’s network. Unbeknownst to Holly, Selina had grown tired of seeing her role as Catwoman ruin her life over and over. Selina burned her suit, but would be forced to don it again after a woman named Roulette contacted her about a competition between thieves that threatened the lives of children. Catwoman got a new suit and raced to save the lives of the children. After competing in several rounds, she realized that there never were any real children in danger. Roulette had actually been hired by a man named Hunt Stone who wanted any evidence that connected his ancestors to a famous murder stolen and erased. Selina began sabotaging every aspect of her strictly regimented and planned out days, until Roulette was forced to declare her the winner of the Race of Thieves to make her stop. During this time where Selina went missing, Holly acted as Catwoman to keep other criminals at bay.

With Catwoman I back in action, Oracle asks Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn to keep an eye on Vicki Vale, who has evidence on the members of the Batfamily that need to be destroyed. Selina notices an artifact in Vicki’s possession that she had once stolen. It reminds her of the days when Batman used to chase her, and she reminisces on them. Her flashback is interrupted as Harley breaks into the room they were monitoring, wanting to get her hyenas back because they had stolen them from her. Vicki bolts out of the room, and they lose her trail, but Selina managed to get her phone number. She planted a fake call to lead Vicki out of her apartment, allowing Selina to break in and take pictures of her Batwall, which Batman and Oracle needed. Selina reminisces about her crime life.

When a mysterious malefactor came to Gotham with a yearlong plan to ruin Batman’s life, Catwoman began investigating into the turf war between the Penguin and newly returned mobster Carmine Falcone. She was captured by Falcone for causing him grief years ago and he nearly killed her, but Professor Pyg attacked Falcone, having a vendetta against him. Catwoman plans to kill Falcone, who she suspects might be her biological father, but before she can, Batman intervenes. She leaves Falcone and his mob to Batman, but sometime later while trying and failing to stop a deal to sell a baby snow leopard for its fur, a young girl locates Selina. She tells Selina that her father wanted her to attend a meeting in Blackgate Penitentiary. Her real father was Rex Calabrese, the crime boss from whom Falcone had taken power. Selina declined the request at first, but a street kid named Jade came to find her next, informing her the girl before her was killed by gang violence. Selina asked Rex for his guidance in becoming a mob boss herself to keep the mobsters in check from killing any other kids. The leadership of the Calabrese Family and the ownership of the Egyptian Nightclub were passed onto her as the legal heir. Catwoman, wanting to make sure Batman knew she was still on the side of good despite becoming the head of a crime family, told Batman everything she knew about the group of Arkham escapees still on the loose. After she got invited to a secret weapons sale that were actually weapons stolen from Batman’s own supply, Catwoman began to research high bounties in Gotham, and was tipped onto Stephanie Brown. Catwoman kidnapped her without realizing she was the current Batgirl. She was rescued by Batman and the situation was resolved. Soon Batman got captured by Lincoln March, and rioting broke out across the city. Selina forced her people to help prevent the riots while also secretly making strategic thefts to further her causes. During this time, Selina gave up her Catwoman mantle to Eiko Hasigawa, a heir to the rival Hasigawa crime family, and a love interest of Selina’s.

Eiko’s time as Catwoman was short-lived, though, as Eiko and Selina merged the Hasigawa and Calabrese families, leaving Eiko as their leader while Selina went back to her normal life… Sort of. She realized she was pregnant from a one-night stand with Sam Bradley Jr., and Holly Robinson took on the mantle of Catwoman at Selina’s request. Selina made up a fake identity, Irena Dubrovna, to peacefully give birth to her daughter, legally known as Helena Dubrovna. Sam Jr. had died by the time Selina realized she was pregnant, but his father, Slam Bradley, wanted to provide for his new granddaughter. Selina could not resist the thrill of Catwoman, and donned the suit alongside Holly a few times. Unfortunately, Film Freak and Angle Man had deduced where Selina lived after catching the two Catwomen on film, and kidnapped Helena. Selina easily rescued her daughter, and then had Zatanna Zatarra mindwipe the two villains of Selina’s identities. With Batman’s help, she faked “Irena” and Helena’s deaths, putting Helena up for adoption. She asked Zatanna to wipe her mind of knowledge about Helena so she wouldn’t put her in danger again, but Zatanna refused.

After returning to her solo role as Catwoman for nearly a year, Selina allowed herself to be arrested and sent to death row at Arkham Asylum for the murders of over two hundred terrorists. It was her friend, Holly, who had really committed the crime, but she trusted Batman would prove her innocence, therefore saving her and Holly’s lives. Nearly a year later, Helena Wayne, biological daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle, from Earth Never-Two passes into Earth Never-One and gets trapped. Helena meets this world’s Selina Kyle. The two become close, with Helena still mourning the death of her mother in her universe and Selina missing her daughter. Selina was worried that being too close to her alternate universe daughter might lead her to the same fate as her Helena Kyle, but this Helena was an experienced adult who had lived through an Apokoliptian war. She was a capable vigilante who could hold her own perhaps even better than Selina herself, and Selina felt her concerns fade away. After another year passes, Selina asks if she can adopt Helena Wayne, despite Helena being 21-years-old. Helena, surprised, agrees. Almost a year after that, Bruce proposes to Selina and she accepts, becoming his wife.

Selina Kyle is, in general, highly flirtatious, seductive, and willing to use her looks and her charms to get what she wants- in fact she’s even proud of it. She’s also, much like her namesake, graceful, sly and light-footed, known as one of the greatest thieves out there. Despite her past of being an abused victim, she stands with her head high since she first donned the Catwoman suit (it can be quite enconfidating, that anonymity). She was never one to sit back and let herself or others get abused, and she sympathizes heavily with abused children, young women and sex workers especially. While her career as Catwoman started out to support herself and her friends, it eventually became an addictive adrenaline rush she couldn’t give up. Even though she’s ‘reformed’, she still has sticky fingers and loves the thrill of getting away with small robberies, especially when her husband is the Batman. She enjoys getting under his skin. She isn’t too big on black and white morality, instead choosing to do whatever is necessary for the situation. She’s not ‘above’ killing, but she’s no homicidal murderer, and it’s never her first option, although attacking her loved ones is a sure way to push her closer to the edge. Although admittedly in her earlier days, the empowerment of being Catwoman got to her head, and she let rage cloud her judgement, leading to her being more willing to brutally harm and kill. She’s very willing to take risks, enjoying the danger even, and she’s incredibly stubborn and persistent. She never had much of a villainous ego, nor does she have a superhero complex. She walks the line between the both with confidence, never worrying about being in the gray. Sometimes it ticks her off when Bruce and others think she should commit completely to one or the other, when she’s perfectly fine where she is.

Reblogs appreciated! Stay tuned for the finished project, which is this... but for every Batfam member ever

[thefemalethatwrites]

Take Care (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Request: No

Prompt: You and Damian have feeling a for each other, but neither of you know. There’s also a Charity event to go to.

Relationship: Damian Wayne/Robin x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fighting, Blood? Injuries

Word Count: 1849

A/N: Heyo! I’m not dead!! I’ve just got two jobs a BF who I adore 🥰 Send in requests cause I need to get back into my writing cause I miss you guys!!!

Damian and Reader are 16/17

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(Y/N)'s POV

"Morning" Damian greeted as he sat next to me in the classroom, jolting me awake,

"I swear I wasn't asleep" I mumbled quickly followed by a yawn,

"Why are you so tired?" He questioned,

"I had to do several projects these past few nights because other people in my group didn't do and left it for me to do" I explained, he grunted

"Inconsiderate di-"

"Good morning class" Mr Harrington greeted cutting Damian off as he entered the classroom, there was several grumbles in response, "As many of you know tonight is the night of the charity party that we will be fundraising for the unfortunate people of Gotham" he announced, some people cheered while others groaned, I just sighed resting my head on my hand, while Damian rolled his eyes.

***

"Come on baby" Nate cooed at Leanne pinning her against the lockers, which she didn't look comfortable about,

"Nate, I've told you no" Leanne retorted as she shoved him backwards,

"Who the fuck do you-"

"Back the fuck up before you get shown up" I threatened pulling him off her and standing in between the two, he glared at me with his nostrils flared, "Go on try it. I dare you" I sneered, he huffed and stormed off, I turned to Leanne "You okay?" I asked, she nodded and gave me a small smile,

"Yeah thanks" she replied before we made our way to lunch.

"So we're all going to meet up at mine and get ready then go together" Gia stated,

"What time?" I asked as I sat with them at the lunch table, the girls all looked at each other,

"Sorry (Y/N), I completely forgot to tell you that there's not enough room in the limousine for you to join" Gia replied,

"Oh, that's fine. I'll find another way to get there" I commented, truthfully I didn't have a clue how I was going to get there, this was a punch to the gut that hurt a lot, "I'll see you there" I said getting up and leaving the hall, I sat on a wall outside the school and sighed looking up to the grey sky,

"What's up?" Damian's voice hit my ears, I turned to him giving him a slight smile,

"Gia's just been nice enough to inform me that I don't have a lift to the charity party..." I trailed off, he sat next to me,

"Why do you hang around with them girls? They're nothing but selfish and they use you" he sighed,

"How do they use me?" I scoffed,

"For protection, you're the only girl in school that's willing to kick anyone's ass" he stated, I hummed,

"Willing? I can kick anyone's ass" I retorted making him chuckle before it fell silent, "(Y/N)" he said gaining my attention, he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "Would you care to travel with me to the party? Not as a date, just as companions" he questioned, I smiled and nodded

"I'd be more than willing to join you" I answered, he nodded

"Very well, Pennyworth will be picking us up after school to take us to yours for you to grab your things then you can come get ready at the manor with me and stay overnight too" he asserted, I nodded in agreement.

***

I was sat in front of the vanity desk in the guest room that I'd been given for the night,

"My little Dami is growing up!" A older male cooed,

"Let go of me Grayson!" Damian hissed,

"Oh come on Demon, she's not a bad catch" Another male commented making my eyes widen, they were talking about me,

"Todd I won't hesitate to kill you" Damian threatened,

"(Y/N) (L/N), grade As and a few Bs all across the board, however she does have a bad track record of fighting" Another male voice chimed in,

"You searched her?!" Damian yelled,

"It's the first female you've brought home and we wanted to make sure she was good" the same male replied,

"You has no right Drake!" Damian snapped before a lot of commotion occurred, I sighed and exited the room to see the four boys all together,

"What exactly are you all doing?" I questioned, they all straightened themselves out,

"Nothing" they replied, I hummed as I approached them I looked them all up and down, "I'm going to take a guess and say you're his brothers. Dick Grayson. Jason Todd and Timothy Drake" I commented, their jaws fell open making me chuckle, "You're not the only one who did a background check" I winked before entering the room again.

***

There was a knock on the door,

"Yes?" I called out, Dick came in through the door

"Damian is wondering if you're ready" he asked, I nodded placing my lipstick in my clutch before following him, I was wearing a emerald mid-thigh dress with a trail along with silver clutch and heels, as I made my way down the stairs Damian's jaw fell open causing his brothers to chuckle, Bruce closed it for him as I approached them,

"Wow..." he breathed out,

"What?" I asked,

"You're beautiful" he whispered, I felt heat rush to my cheeks, Alfred cleared his throat

"If we're to arrive on time for your party I suggest we leave now" he informed, we both nodded and hooked up before making our way to the car.

***

I was stood with the girls at the side of the dance floor as we watched Gia dance with some random guy from our year,

"So what's the deal between you and Damian?" Leanne questioned, I raised an eyebrow towards her,

"What do you mean?" I questioned,

"It's obvious you like him-" I tuned Melody out as I noticed Gia stumbling all over the place,

"How much has Gia had to drink?" I asked,

"Oh no don't try changing the subject" Lizzie retorted,

"No seriously look" I mentioned how the guy was dragging Gia out of the dance, "Come on" I asserted as I lead the group though the dance floor and the back corridors before finding the guy hovering over Gia who was almost unconscious on the bed, and he began to unbuckled his pants, "Get off her!" I snap as I pulled him back and right hooked him on to the ground, "Get her out of here" I ordered the girls, before making my way over to the guy and kicking him in the stomach, multiple times as the girls escorted Gia out of the room, moments later I heard multiple footsteps and was tackled on to the bed away from the guy, my eyes widened as Nate pinned me to the bed, I gritted my teeth as his face hovered over mine, before I swiftly head butted him making him let go and get free from his hold, I put my back against a corner of the room as a group of Nate and his friends surrounded me.

***

I made my way to the back garden of where the party was being held as all the girls were sat there,

"(Y/N) oh-"

"I can't believe you!" Gia snapped cutting off Leanne,

"What do you mean? I've just saved you're ass" I retorted,

"No what you did was cock block me! I was finally about to get some but you came and destroyed it!" She screamed, my eyes widened in horror,

"Cock block?! You was about to be raped! Gang raped at that by Nate and his low life friends!" I yelled, she slapped me across the face making the girls gasp and me stop in my tracks, "You know what? Fuck you all! All you do is use me! Just for protection but then when I do, I'm in the wrong. I can't win with you bitches cause you're all stuck up each other's ass!" I snapped before walking away,

"Don't walk away from me! You need me!" Gia called after me making me laugh,

"No you need me!" I called back before sticking my middle finger up to them, I sat on a wall and gingerly held my dominant hand as it was now starting to throb a lot, I heard footsteps approach me,

"There you are" Damian sighed in relief as he stopped in front of me, "(Y/N) what's up? Look at me" he pleaded, I did so and his eyes widened in shock before they filled with rage, "Who did this?" He growled clenching his fist,

"It doesn't matter" I replied lowering my head again,

"Yes it does! You've got cuts, bruises and scrapes all over your face, your hand is swollen meaning you've either dislocated or broken something. You're a woman for fuck sake you shouldn't be in this state!" He snapped, I stood up

"What does being a woman have to do with me being in this state?! Is it because I'm a woman I'm not allowed to fight?! Well tough shit! It's who I am! And I said it doesn't matter because I dealt with it. They're all laying unconscious in a back room somewhere" I snapped before throwing myself back down, he sighed before crouching down to me, taking a hold of the non-dominant hand,

"I didn't mean to insult you, I just hate seeing you like this, it's not how a woman like yourself should be treated" he said,

"Oh yeah? And how am I supposed to be treated?" I asked,

"Like a queen" he answered making me scoff, "Let me finish. You do so much for everyone else that you never take care of yourself. That's why you need someone who's always going to put you first" he explained, I hummed,

"You know anyone?" I questioned as a joke, he nodded and smiled

"In fact I do. Stand up" he replied making my eyes widen as he helped me stand up, "Close your eyes" he ordered, I raised an eyebrow but did so anyway, a few moments passed before something was pressed against my lips making my eyes shoot open to see Damian kissing me, I smiled into it, closing my eyes again, wrapping my arms around his neck as he placed his hands on my waist pulling me closer, we broke apart to catch our breaths, "That wasn't the reaction I was expecting..." Damian commented, I chuckled,

"I like you a lot, incase you didn't realise. Have done for a while..." I confessed lowering my head, he cupped my face lifting it back up as he ran a thumb over my cheek,

"I've liked you a lot more than friends for a long time, (Y/N) but I've always been too scared to reveal my true emotions towards you, due to our friendship" he rambled, I smiled and kissed his palm, "Pennyworth is out front waiting for us. I'll have him look at your wounds when we get home. Then I'll let you in on a secret..." he trailed off, I nodded and took his hand with my non-dominant one as we left the venue.

[quillium]

Timothy Drake Learning to Dance

Yeah, you read that right.

So obviously Dick knows how to dance. That’s like a no-brainer. He learned a lil performative dance (a LOT) when he was in the circus and then it just low-key never stopped, he just kept going to lessons and then started joining dance teams and now he could probably be a pro if he wanted to

Steph starts learning to dance when Bruce tells her something like “I’ll get you whatever you want” and Steph’s like ha! Yeah right! and starts doing crazy stuff

like it starts with using Bruce’s money for lil drinks and treating her friends but then it goes to buying clothes and more and more ridiculous stuff and she got dance lessons somewhere in the middle

(it all ends when she buys a really expensive sports cars, donates it to cars for veterans, and Bruce looks her in the eye and says “I’m glad you’ve decided to help charities, that’s really nice, Stephanie” and she’s like TAKE YOUR MONEY I DON’T WANT IT I’M SO STRESSED I HATE BEING RICH and Bruce is like no problem I’ll just put it in a trust fund for when you’re older, and then yo can find out through a secret scavenger hunt that involves you travelling around the world like you always wanted to wait we got off track sorry someone remind me to get back to this because i think it’d be real cute as a steph and bruce oneshot)

ANYWAYS so Steph and Dick both dance and so obviously they rope TIM into it

Tim is minding his own business, making his coffee, when Steph creeps in and sorta just stands behind him

Tim is so tense that he accidentally spills a lil bit of coffee on himself and luckily he gets his shirt off on time but he spends like ten minutes under the shower because he got a superficial burn and Steph gets lectured sorry I know tangent AGAIN

Anyways Tim is stuck in the shower with the cold water for like ten minutes he is FREEZING and Steph is sorta still there and he’s like “can you not. I am not wearing clothing” and Steph’s like “nothing I haven’t seen before it’s not that exciting whatever ANYWAYS I’m here to offer you a very exciting opportunity” and Tim is like “YOU MADE ME BURN MYSELF. MY COFFEE IS GONE. I AM FREEZING MY TOES WENT NUMB THREE MINUTES AGO” and Steph’s like “okay yeah BUT that’s not the point”

TIm’s freezing he is tired he wants Steph to go away so he can freeze to death in peace so he’s like “ugh what”

Steph signed up for a tango class with Dick but then Dick, being--well, Dick--met this really sweet old widow who was feeling sad and lonely and decided to invite her to go to the tango class with him and now Steph doesn’t have a partner

Why Tim? Why not Cass? Because Cass has her ballet classes on Thursdays, Tim, literally the only reason Steph took the Thursday class when it’s such a weird day to have Tango class is because that’s when Cass isn’t around and Steph wants to try to keep as much free time for them to be together as possibly duh

Why is Steph not syncing her schedule with Tim? Because Tim is literally a bat, he’s a... uhh I forgot the word... NOCTURNAL, he’s NOCTURNAL, I can English, anyways, Tim’s schedule is like workworkworkmoreworkzzzzcoffeeworkwork

Tim: “I have a day job??? That I work at normal hours???” Steph: Yeah but I can’t, like, talk to you at work. Work and personal life separate, dude Tim: ??? okay 

So Tim ends up agreeing, of course, because he and Steph are best buds despite the fact that Steph caused Tim to burn himself (but REALLY superficial like he doesn’t even really feel it although that could be because his nerves are like busted)

Side note: Bruce is SO mother-henning over the burn like he goes out and buys burn cream and gauze and makes a new cup of coffee which he blows on and Tim’s like “this is sweet but we literally have all this stuff in the cave? You didn’t have to drive to Shopper’s Drugmart” Bruce is like “I was anxious I needed something to do”

Anyways Tim goes with Steph to Tango Thursdays and actually... really likes it? He realizes that having a break for his brain is actually really nice

So later on after Tango Thursdays ended Dick is trying to coerce Damian into learning kpop dances with him and Damian sees Tim and gets smug and is like “I’ll do it if Drake does it” and Tim is a) actually enjoying dancing and b) hohoho is that how we’re going to do it, Damian? “sure I’ll do it” Damian’s like oh no wait this is not the plan abort abort

Tangent: Damian’s like REALLY GOOD at dancing. Like REALLY GOOD. This kid learned katas and footwork all his life, he’s really good. He’s not, like, Cass-level, but he’s really good at dancing. His control over his body is insane. 

So Tim’s back to dancing

And NOW Dick has the perfect excuse to get Tim away from work!

Tim: *has been awake for 36 hours, is on his nth cup of coffee, was past flagging like 24 hours ago* Dick, bouncing in: “Heeey, Timmers, mind working on the choreo with me? I wanted to adjust the placements a bit after practicing” Zombie Tim, always trying his best to be helpful: Yeah... I... okay... Tim always, inevitably, falls asleep, and Dick loves it

(Yet another side note: Steph and Dami start dancing together and it’s wonderful)

Tim starts eating healthier because between dancing and his nightlife he needs more energy

Yeah, this au’s just all one convoluted plot to get Tim more sleep and healthier eating habits, and what of it?

I realize 99% of this was just shenanigans but just. Tim dancing. Having fun. Batfam fluff.

Final Bonus: Dick convinces Bruce that joining in their lil kpop dance group will help him bond with Damian.

(It works.)

I lied here’s my post script: While this entire thing is happening, Jason, Cass and Babs are working on a case where Jason has to go undercover at a pole dancing studio to take down a mob boss. It’s a mixture of Cass teaching Jason how to dance in a feminine manner, Cass and Babs laughing at Jason as he tries to seduce the mob boss’ son (who I think is actually a sweetheart aside from being okay with killing people, and vibes really well with Jason. He probably ends up in like witness protection or something after helping the trio take down his dad’s organization), and just overall fluff. But also there’s one conversation where Babs talks about how even though she has accepted and isn’t upset about the fact that she’s in a wheelchair, she sometimes feels sad that there’s a lot she can’t learn without the use of her legs and it’s a bittersweet conversation that makes you tear up a bit.

anyways, our coffee-loving, sleep-deprived workaholic boy dancing

[cdelphiki]

Bewildered was the only word Damian could use to describe how he felt.

Because just that morning, he hadn’t expected anyone to acknowledge what the day even was. But now, after he’d spent the morning playing video games with Jon, chatting with his Father on the phone, and then having a rather lovely lunch, people were showing up at the apartment.

Lots of people.

People Damian knew.

That he’d call family, if pressed.

...Plus Drake’s insufferable friends.

Which was just weird. Kon and Stephanie were there among the attendees, right along side Jason, Cass, Duke, and Alfred. 

So yes, Damian was bewildered. Or befuddled. Or just plain old confused.

Alfred he understood, of course. Even if the two of them had barely spoken since Damian got whisked away to the Kent’s, Alfred had always been one to remember things. And despite their relationship’s rocky start, Alfred had always been someone stable and supportive in his life. So, actually, he thought himself stupid for not realizing Alfred would actually remember.

It was the rest of these people that startled him.

He’d felt off kilter ever since he’d answered the door, an hour before, at Jon’s insistence that “it’s for you, D.”

Which, that was just annoying. The x-ray vision. The flagrant use of powers within the privacy of the apartment. Damian wasn’t used to it. Clark and Jon just…. casually floated around, sometimes. Used heat vision to heat things up. Speed to get chores done in a blink. And x-ray vision to look at and find things.

Damian was becoming progressively more amused by the exasperated glances Lois shot him, though, whenever one of them forgot that the rest of them couldn’t just look through the fridge door to see how many eggs were left.

It usually made him grin, actually. And he’d caught himself giving her the same look, a few times.

When Damian opened the door, however, he kind of wished he did have x-ray vision. Just so he could have had those precious few seconds to prepare himself.

Because on the other side of the door was Tim Drake. Just standing there. Holding a neatly wrapped gift with a card on top, and surrounded by all those people.

“Uhh,” Damian had stammered, a horrid habit he’d acquired from Jon, no doubt.

“Hey,” Tim had said, offering a lopsided grin as he pushed the gift at Damian, “Happy Birthday, gremlin. Gonna let us in?”

So Damian did, and it’d been a literal party ever since.

Which was what was so bewildering.

He’d never had a birthday party before.

Not like this.

They had cake and ice cream, as a group, and suddenly it made sense why Lois and Clark had made such a large cake. Before Damian was allowed to blow out his candles, he had to listen to the group sing him a ridiculous song, and it made him nostalgic for that first birthday he'd had away from the League.

Back when it was just him and Grayson and Alfred.

Grayson had sung this same song, all off key and squeaky, entirely on purpose, just to annoy Damian. But it’d been that gentle teasing, The kind Damian had come to associate with Dick Grayson. The kind that made him ache for his older brother, wishing beyond hope that the man would just hit his head and suddenly remember everything. Even though he knew that was not how brain injuries worked.

But just as the song had done on his 11th birthday, it made Damian feel warm inside on his 14th. It filled, just a little, that empty spot in his chest. The one that so often burned, with a soft almost…. happiness he had a difficult time describing. But damn was he going to cry again today. Especially not in front of all these people.

It was one thing to cry in front of the Kents, but like hell would he make such a mistake in front of the Bats.

“Clark,” Damian asked, once everyone had finished their cake and Clark and Lois were gathering the plates to wash, so they could ‘open presents,’ as Jon had shouted so enthusiastically. Brat probably knew whatever Damian got would be stored in their room, and therefore was basically his, too.

At least, that had been his reasoning, a few weeks back, when Damian caught Jon using his nice markers to draw the most horrific drawing of his dad he’d ever laid eyes on. ‘A school project,’ he had said, ‘we have to draw our favorite superhero.’ Damian had just scoffed and criticized both his misuse of the expensive Copics, as well as his predictable selection of his own father as his favorite superhero.

‘Isn’t Batman your favorite,’ Jon had said, to which Damian scoffed, ‘Yes, but Bruce Wayne is not.’ It had effectively shut Jon up. And relaying the price of each marker had also caused Jon to hand them back over, not wanting to replace any by ruining them.

“Yeah, bud?” Clark asked, smiling as he rinsed off each plate at lightning speed, even while he spoke to Damian. They were alone in the kitchen, and even though it was an open concept apartment, the group was being loud enough that Damian was confident in their privacy.

“Did you invite everyone?” he asked, resisting the urge to look away or pull his hood up. He hated his tells, and he tried his best not to show them.

“No,” Clark said easily, now drying the dishes off and putting them away in the cabinets. Why have a dishwasher when you have a Clark, Lois always said. “Tim did, actually. This entire party was his idea.”

“Tim Drake,” Damian asked incredulously. Because that made no sense. Damian had just been curious whether he should thank the Kents or Alfred for the party. It had never even crossed his mind that Tim might be the culprit.

Because what the hell??

“Is there more than one Tim?” Clark asked, clearly amused, now just leaning back against the sink to chat.

Well, yes, there was more than one Tim, Damian thought, but it was true that he didn’t personally know another Tim. It’s just, never in a million years would he have expected Tim Drake to be the one to do something so…. thoughtful. To be the reason Damian felt at peace for once, in a world without Dick Grayson, that is. And without Father around.

“But… Tim hates me?” Damian whispered, failing to prevent his shock from showing on his face, “Why would he….”

When Damian trailed off, Clark just frowned. “I don’t know what all has gone down between you two,” Clark said slowly but softly. In that same tone he always used when comforting Damian. He kind of hated that he liked it so much. “But I can tell you this: He does not hate you. I’d venture to say he actually loves you.”

All Damian could do was shake his head. Because no. No no no no no. That wasn’t right.

That couldn’t be right.

Tim Drake did not love Damian. Tim was the one who always rolled his eyes whenever Damian started speaking at family meetings. He was the one who groaned whenever Damian crashed one of his cases. When he had to team up with the Teen Titans, and Damian was there. When Father assigned them to patrol together. When he just remembered Damian existed, in general.

And it’s not like Damian didn’t deserve it. He realized, now, how wrongly he had treated his ‘brother’ from the beginning. Pushing him off the dinosaur had been unforgivable, he now knew. The fact Tim even tolerated him enough to simply groan and roll his eyes at his presence was more than Damian deserved, after breaking so many of his bones for no good reason.

So, no, Tim Drake did not love Damian. It was impossible. If their roles were reversed, Damian would never forgive Tim. Ever. Would be glad to be rid of him after this whole thing went down between Father and the rest of them, pulling Damian out of Gotham and Tim away from Father.

“Damian,” Clark said, wrapping his arm around Damian’s shoulders and pulling him in a little, “whatever is going around in that head of yours is wrong, okay? Tim cares about you, pal. Otherwise he wouldn’t have reached out weeks ago to make these plans. All those people over there care about you. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t, okay?”

Resting the side of his head against Clark for a second, the only acceptance of the half hug he’d show, Damian looked at the group of people sitting in the living room, carrying on and laughing about whatever dumb thing Jason had just said.

Steph noticed he was staring, and she smiled brightly and called, “Come on, birthday boy. Come open your presents, and be prepared to be amazed by my awesome gift. Everything else on this table pales in comparison, I promise.”

“Shut up,” Jason said, tossing a chip at her for the comment, “I’ll have you know my gift is very thoughtful and incredible. The demon will cry I tell you. Cry.”

“Pfft,” Tim said loudly, “Mine’s the best. Kon already confirmed it.”

“That’s cheating,” Steph screeched, “You can’t use powers like that!”

It just devolved into chaos from there, as the lot of them continued arguing. Clark squeezed Damian’s shoulder and said, “Go on. I don’t think they’ll stop until you open them all and declare a winner.”

“Tt,” Damian huffed, even though he was smiling a little, “it is not proper to play favorites with gifts. It is the thought that counts, I have been told.”

“There’s the Alfred in you,” Clark said fondly, pushing Damian toward the living room.

The gifts were all incredible. Well, some more-so than others. Jason got him a gift card to one of the local art supply chains, as well as a copy of one of his favorite books. Alfred got him a set of teas, all of his favorites from when he was living in the manor. Steph got him a cartoon-style Robin figure, which was just insulting and kind of hilarious.

But when Damian opened Tim’s gift, he make sure to pay attention to his brother’s face, without making it obvious he was doing so. Tim’s expressions were carefully blank, but Damian could tell he was doing that to cover up for anxiety and excitement for whatever he had gotten Damian. And once the item was fully unwrapped, all Damian could do was gawk.

Because in Damian’s hands was a set of extremely rare natural pigments. He actually hadn’t even heard of half of the pigment sources, that was how obscure they were. But they were some of the most vibrant colors he’d ever seen. Bright purple, rich orange, dark blue, deep red, just to name a few of the colors he saw.

They were…. incredible.

He actually could not wait to mix some of them up and try them out.

“I got them in the gem world,” Tim explained, “a lot of those are made from materials not found on earth.”

When Damian realized what that confession meant, he almost did cry. Because at some point, months ago, before this entire fiasco had even begun, Tim Drake had seen a set of pigments while stranded in another dimension and thought ‘hey, Damian would like those,’ and then got them. Stored them away and waited for his birthday, and then planned an entire party when he realized the Bats were not doing one.

Just that realization threatened to set him over the edge again, but instead he just smiled.

He smiled and started to think that, yeah. Maybe Tim didn’t hate him.

Damian definitely didn’t hate Tim.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Dick Grayson

A/n: Hello! I’m here with a new series of headcanons, How the Batbrats react..(insert scenario) basically it would include Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian and in this series they will all be around 15-18 unless otherwise stated. If you have a request for this series please send it in the “ask me” box located on my page!

A short Dick Grayson reacting to a POC reader getting bullied headcanon

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Dick

-You actually knew Dick because of your older brother. They’d been good friends since you could remember, so you were well aquatinted with Grayson.

-This year you was transfering from Gotham high to Gotham Academy, the most prestigious school in the city. Grayson helped you prepare for the entrance exams and even got you a recommendation letter from none other than Bruce Wayne himself.

-Today had been your first day the school, your uniform was freshly ironed and your hair was neatly done. Dick wanted to take you to school but he said he said he had to do something in the morning with Bruce but he’d meet up later towards lunch time. So this left you to go to walk to school and navigate around the academy by yourself. Which you didn’t mind given it wasn’t your first time going to a new school or anything.

-After a bit of confusion understanding your schedule and where each wing was located, you were soon able to make it to each curricular on in a timely manner.

-The day was going quite normal. The Academy was just like any other school instead with actual updated textbooks and with renovated halls. Plus the curriculars seemed a bit more advanced, however with a few extra hours of studying it’d be a slice of cake.

-Lunch eventually arrived and you were at your locker grabbing the lunch you packed the night before and putting away your for heavy textbooks from the classes just earlier. Closing your locker and looking down at the pocket sized map you acquired with your uniform, you started to make your way down the hall.

-‘so if I continued straight, go down the stairs, and make a left into the west wing, the cafeteria should be on the rig-‘ your body colliding into something large and stable interrupted you soft mumbling

-“Hey nappy hair, watch it.” A sharp tone snapped

-looking up from the paper in your hands you came face to face with an irritated fellow. His hair was slicked back and his uniform was well fitted on him, he carried a thick binder that rested under his left arm and in his right he held his bag.

-you were slightly offended by the ‘nappy hair’ comment however wanting to avoid confrontation you simply ducked your head and said “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

-he scoffed “sure you didn’t . How did you even get into this place anyways? You don’t look like you even have money to afford the application fee let alone the full tuition.”

-furrowing your eyebrows at his second remark you started to go around him and be on your way only to be stopped by him grabbing a hold of your arm.

-“you didn’t answer my question. How did you get into this place? You don’t look like you belong to be here. Look at yourself.”

-you didn’t respond to his antics only pulling your arm away from him so you can go and find Dick

-“Don’t even try to pull away from me. You know you wouldn’t even be in the situation if you didn’t have to be so clumsy and bump into me.”

-“Look, I didn’t mean to bump into you, I was just looking down at the map so I could find the cafeteria. I’m very sorry please just let go so I may be on my way.” You say softly but with a deep hint of seriousness.

-before you could try to pull away again he had pushed you down onto the ground causing you to land harshly on your butt.

-bending down he laughed “if you were really sorry you would stay away from me and even leave this Academy. People of your color do not belong here.”

-“HEY.” A voice boomed through the hallway

-looking to your left you saw Dick storming down towards you both

-“leave her alone.” He hissed, his voice as dark and deep as his once crystal blue eyes that now appeared to be dark grey

- the boy laughed “aww is this your boyfriend? Coming to save you? Tt pathetic, hey buddy I didn’t think she’d be your type. Surely isn’t mine.”

-Dick wasn’t one to immediately fight or let anger get the best of him but for some odd reason seeing someone belittle you like that just made his blood boil with anger. His breaths started becoming shorter and his frame more broadly. A deep fury crept unto his face.

-“ I guess you’re just going to stand there like a little puppy, besides how can you even save her when you couldn’t even save your parents?” He tanted

-without even taking a second thought, Dick’s fist became one with his face, knocking him down in one strike.

-You examined the fury in Grayson’s face, you’ve never seen him so pissed about anything. He was always so happy and nice to everyone. It never occurred to you that he had this in him. It was a little concerning to say the least but in his defense he had every right to be. You knew how sensitive Richard was to the situation with his parents and for some to go and taunt him like that.

Standing up, you carefully approached him. Upon further inspection of him, you could see sadness resides in his eyes aswell. You understood why.

-He needed comfort under his layer anger. So you gently put your hands on either side of his face. And put your forehead against his.

-“It’s okay gray, that situation with your parents wasn’t your fa-“

-your words were cut short by his

“It’s not that, I should’ve been here with you protecting you. I knew there were a lot of assholes at this place, I wasn’t thinking something like this would occur on your first day. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, regardless of your skin, no one does for that matter.”

-his heart was so big, even with all he’s been through.

-“Aw Dick, it isn’t your responsibility to protect me. Don’t beat yourself up, you got here on time actually.” You smiled softly letting go of his face

-he softly grabbed your hand and rubbed your knuckles and with a reassuring look he almost whispered “I’ll be with you for now on Y/N. I promise no one will ever bother you again. I will make you you’re always safe, no matter what. I owe that to you and your brother.”

-“Okay I’ll take your word on that, bodyguard.” You chuckled

Letting a smirk creep on his face and pulling you down the hall he said “hey lets go eat lunch at my place. I’ll have Alfred bake your favorite cookies, courtesies of your ‘pathetic boyfriend’.”

[controloffandoms]

Princess of Themyscira (D.W.) Pt 2

Prompt: Continuation of Princess of Themyscira

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x Amazonian!Reader, Diana Prince x Sister!reader

Words: 5887

Warnings: Cursing (probably), Violence, bruised and beaten reader

Notes: This is probably going to be a mini series. More to come soon.

Part 1       Part 3      Part 4    Part 5

3 Hours Later

You crouched in the overgrowth surrounding the warehouse. You were about fifteen feet from the main entrance. The others (Tim, Dick, Jason, Damian, and Barbara) were surrounding the warehouse, still in the trees. “What can you tell is going on in there, Thunder,” Dick whispered through the com. 

You tuned your hearing in. You heard what you assumed to be shipments, being moved around. Breathing, clattering of a clipboard. Tapping. “-sure thing. It is all ready to go when you get here. Three minutes? Yes, Mr. Cobra.”

You dialed back your hearing and responded. “Lots of product being shifted around. Machines whirling. At least a dozen people on the inside. Cobra should be arriving in three minutes according to the phone call I listened in on.”

“Hood, Red, and Bat Girl move in. Robin, wait until Cobra is inside the building and put a tracker on the car. Once the tacker is in place, join us on the inside. Thunderer, watch our backs.” 

“Affirmative, Nightwing.” You responded. Why do we not just take them all out in one place? It will get rid of the drug and the one selling it. As your hand started to turn blue your breath picked up. “That’s not the plan Z, leave it alone,” you hissed. 

“Do we have a problem,” Nightwing asked quietly.

“No,” you responded quickly as Cobra’s vehicle pulled up. “Cobra is here.”

From your perch your perch, you were at least eight feet above the main entrance of the warehouse. You had never seen this Cobra character before. He looked around as he got out and you momentarily stopped breathing as his eyes seemed to stare directly at you even though there was no way for him to see you with the thick foliage in front of you. You tuned in your hearing as he turned to a couple of his men. “Stay with the car, I have a feeling.”

He entered the warehouse and you silently cursed as four of the men surrounded the car, looking in every direction. “Men stationed at the car, all sides covered,” you stated quietly into the com. 

“We need to get the tracker on the car,” Nightwing sighed. “We need a distraction.”

We can provide the distraction and take care of the four guys in the process, Zeus’ voice was excited. “Absolutely not. We will distract but not engage, Z.” How do you plan to do that? “Simple, we are going to draw them to the glowing blue light.” You tapped into Zeus’ powers and turned the glow on and off like a flashlight. When you were sure you had two of the men’s attentions, you let the light shine longer as you moved away from the spot you were previously in. You smirked as they followed after a few brief words to their colleagues. 

“Nice work. Robin, place the tracker. Thunderer, slowly dim the light and get out of sight.”

You did as you were told and decided to hide in the branches of a tree as you watched the two men become quickly confused. You let out a soft sigh as they turned to go back to the car they had been stationed at. “Nice trick,” startled, you lost your footing. You hovered above the ground before placing your feet firmly on it. “It’s a shame I won’t get to study you. I need to make sure this whole process is as smooth as possible.”

“Cobra. I watched you walk into the warehouse, you did not exit,” you responded, feeling Zeus’ energy coiling in you. 

“I am on the way,” Damian’s voice in your ear was of some comfort to you.

You had been backing away from Cobra, but felt something hard block your path. “Now you can see what my drug does to those who want it,” he said it so casually that it took you a second to realize that what you hit was not a tree. 

May I now unleash my abilities? 

“The fact that I am being tossed around like a rag doll gives you permission to use your abilities,” you snapped back. The air around you crackled as it became electrified. You aimed your strike at the mountain of a beast charging for you. The blast sent the beast flying through the air and you focused on Cobra who easily dodged your attacks. 

“Very peculiar,” he commented before striking. Your footing shot, you tumbled down the hill. It took a second to gather your bearings and you only had seconds to move as the beast from earlier crashed onto the ground where you had landed. 

“Do we have a backup plan, ‘Wing,” you asked under your breath, “because I am now out in the open.”

“We’ll round up who we can. Cobra won’t be going to his secondary location after this. Hood, Red, Bat Girl, take the inside of the facility. Robin, help Thunderer. As soon as I gather the information off of the servers, I’ll join the fight outside.” You dodged another attack and rolled your eyes as the men from the car joined in on the fight. You would easily be able to knock them out.

You saw the syringe in Cobra’s hand, mentally making the connection that it was the drug he gave the beast you were fighting. You didn’t think you’d be able to fight the current beast plus another one. You ducked under the beast’s arms and attacked Cobra. He smirked as one of his men closed in. He kicked you back and injected the contents of the syringe into his employee. Damian was working on the other three men and you cursed as the beast swung for him. “Move Rob,” you called as you stood in front of the new beast, using your strength to stop the attack. 

Your planted feet dug into the ground, pavement rising as you pushed against the beast. You might want to move. You looked to your left, seeing the other beast charging towards you. “This is going to hurt,” you muttered. You found Damian fighting Cobra and sighed in relief. You tensed as the beast got closer. You gripped harder on the beast in front of you and turned him last second, to take the brunt of the other’s attack. The impact of the hit sent you flying into the car behind you. 

Even with the abilities of a god, you weren’t as indestructible as your Amazonian sisters. You were still just as human as you were the day you washed ashore. The metal bit into your skin as you shoved the beasts away from you. You took a second to breathe, glaring at the two beasts as they got up. You jumped on the first one, planting you feet and using your strength to throw him up in the air. You flew above him, feeling the lightning flow through you as you made contact with his chest, sending him into the ground with enough force to leave a large hole in the ground. 

You did the same to the second beast with the same results. You took a couple of long breaths as you released the tension in your body. They wouldn’t be able to get up and fight again. No man’s world villain could handle that amount of force. You turned to Cobra, seeing Dick and Damian fighting him. While he was distracted, you took off towards him, air breezing around you. You wind your fist back and put as much force into the punch as possible and sent him careening into his totaled car. 

Dick and Damian both rose an eyebrow as you landed on the ground next to them. “He was very annoying,” you explained. Damian cracked a rare smile before walking over to Cobra. 

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” Dick laughed.

“You would have to try very hard to do so.” He walked towards Cobra and Damian as the others exited the warehouse with multiple prisoners.

Heads up.

A curse left your mouth as you were picked up seconds after Zeus’ voice went off in your head. This time, you managed to go through the wall to the warehouse as you were thrown into it. You heard multiple worried voices through the coms and you growled, ignoring your pain as you got up. 

You darted out of the warehouse, aiming for center mass as you saw the beast turn towards you. The force of your impact caused both of you to fly in opposite directions. He flew into multiple trees before stopping and you were back at the warehouse wall. As the second beast rose from his hole in the ground, you jumped, bringing your clasped hands down on the top of his head as the lightning flew through your body. “Stay down,” you growled in annoyance. “And next time, if you give me a heads up, Z, give me more than two seconds to react.”

You received no response from Zeus and rolled your eyes. You gathered the two beasts, placing the power cuffs on both of them before turning back to your team. “Next time you deal with the monumental beasts and I will deal with the help.” A couple of chuckles left the bats. 

“We’ll take that under advisement,” Barbara smirked. 

___________

You winced as you took stock of your injuries. Multiple lacerations, lots of bruising, and the possibility of a few broken ribs. A knock on your door had you scrambling to put your shirt back on. “(Y/N), it’s Damian. Are you alright? You got thrown into a lot of things during the mission.”

You had to smile slightly at his concern. It was no secret that you both had taken a liking to each other. You both held similar views on life and you understood each other better than anyone else. You opened the door and let Damian in. “Only bruising and mild lacerations. Nothing I am not used to.” 

You watched Damian look you over, trying to validate your claim. “I would be happy to help you treat any lacerations that you can not reach. I wouldn’t want them to get infected because you couldn’t clean them properly.”

You blushed slightly. There were multiple long cuts on your back from going through the wall of the warehouse that you couldn’t particularly reach. That would also involve taking your shirt off in front of Damian. He would not only see the extent of damage on your body, but your actual body. As if sensing how uncomfortable you were with the suggestion, he continued, “I could turn around and you let me know when you’re ready that way you have time to cover yourself and all I have to see is what you need me to clean and patch up.”

 Your eyes met his as you saw red lightly tenting his cheeks as well. You took a breath in, giving him a small smile, “I would be grateful for your help. There are some longer lacerations on my back that I can not reach as well.” You continued to stare into his eyes as you said, “there is bruising as well, but it looks worse than it feels.”

Damian nodded and turned away from you. You carefully removed your shirt after a second of hesitation. You laid it neatly on a chair and paused thinking of the best way to cover yourself. Diana had introduced you to an article of cloth that women in man’s world wore to cover/support their breasts. Your royal attire did not require such an item and you only really wore them when dressed in ‘normal’ clothing. Not that you would even be able to put one on with the damage to your back where the clothing would sit. 

You sighed quietly. You had never been this nervous around others. You had never been this nervous around Damian before. In Themyscira, it was not uncommon to see other nude bodies when wading in the water, or after a particularly nasty challenge. You were never nervous around them...but being in man’s world...it was different. He was different. 

You finally decided just to lay on the bed, front down. You placed your arms in a way to cover your breasts from the side and took another deep breath. You cleared your throat, “I am-I am ready.”

Damian turned around and was momentarily stunned. Even with bruising and cuts littering your body, you were beautiful. His next thoughts were of how to make Cobra and his henchmen pay for placing the bruises and cuts on your perfect body. His eyes finally landed on your face, recognizing the deep red your cheeks were-he had been staring for a little while at you. He gave you a reassuring smile.

He stepped closer to the bed, eyeing your back. “Are you sure that this looks worse than it feels? I wouldn’t pass judgement on you if you wanted some mild pain killers. You took one hell of a beating.”

You craned your head to look at the young man as he began to wash the blood away from the cuts. “Honestly, I was taught to block it out. The only way to show others that you are worthy of the crown is to not show weakness. Pain is a weakness. Rule with a kind but iron fist. Always meet the eye of those you speak with or are making business deals with. No matter how much it hurts, you push on and lead your people. You show them the respect you expect and punish those that do not repay that respect. I have learned to acknowledge the pain and push it away. I believe the term your people use is ‘out of body, out of mind’.”

A small chuckle left his lips as he turned to your voice, meeting your eyes. “The term is ‘out of sight, out of mind’, but good try.” He turned back to your back as he used peroxide to disinfect your wounds. You tensed slightly as the peroxide burned slightly on the cuts. His hand rubbed soothing circles on your hip as he waited for the peroxide to do its job. “I was raised in a similar way. My grandfather was the ‘great’ Ra’s Al Guhl. He believed that the only way to rule was through an iron fist. Other emotions were weaknesses. I was taught from a very young age how to kill. Any time I showed weak emotions, I was punished. When I first came to live with my father, I couldn’t believe how weak he was. He didn’t beat the criminals senseless or kill them when I thought that was a good punishment. He was firm but kind, and I didn’t understand his ways. Slowly he and my adoptive brothers broke through my shell and taught me that to be a great leader, you have to show compassion. You don’t always have to act tough and hide emotions and injuries from everyone. You’re allowed to feel and that makes the best leaders.”

He was starting to put antibiotic cream on your back when he finished talking. You slowly turned your head back around straight and placed your chin on your hands, thinking about what Damian had told you. “I am sorry your childhood was taken from you in such a way. I did not fully start lessons in being a leader until I was ten. Before then, I was allowed to be a kid, have fun. After that, training took up my life. I was an outsider, and impure female. I was not Amazonian, my parents being from man’s world. As I grew into a young woman, I had more eyes on me than I had ever had. Everyone knew that after Diana left, I would be the heir to the throne. If I made one mistake, everyone would treat me as if I was not worthy of the crown whereas Diana was allowed to make mistakes and she was only ‘learning’.”

You sighed and shook your head as you belt the gauze being placed on your back. “I thought it all mattered. I thought that if I followed the training and did everything perfectly...if I remained serious about my responsibilities and made no mistakes that I would finally be respected and my people would accept me fully as one of them. I thought I would be one of them, no matter if I got hurt easier than they did, no matter if I was slightly weaker than them...if I showed them that none of that mattered, they would finally see me as part of their family, not an impure outsider.”

Another breath as more gauze was placed on your back. “I guess that does not really matter anymore. Look where my loyalty got me. I fully bonded with an ancient Greek god, was lied to my whole life about this powerful being, and am still an outsider with my people. It makes me wonder if I should even attempt to go back.”

Damian was suddenly in your vision, kneeling by the bedside. He hesitated before putting a calloused hand on your cheek. “I think you are an incredibly strong woman. Your loyalty makes you invaluable. Your sense of nobility makes me respect you-makes everyone respect you. The way you carry yourself is admirable and the way you grew up did make you a better person in the long run. We all learn from our experiences in the past. If you want to go back to Themyscira, I believe in your poise and self confidence and I would even offer to join you. If you don’t want to go back, I’ll support that decision as well.”

You leaned slightly into his hand with a smile. He matched it while running his thumb lightly across your skin. “Now, in order to keep the gauze in place, I need to wrap it. That will require you to get into a position that I can wrap around your back and front. I promise to be the perfect gentleman.”

You rolled your eyes as your cheeks burned with another blush. You nodded. “Would it be best if I stood up,” you asked. 

“I think it would be best if you just raise yourself onto your hands and knees that way the gauze stays in place, but I can also reach around and wrap the bandages around you.” You complied, feeling Damian revert his gaze to your back. “That looks good. Stay still.”

It was silent as Damian went to work. As you felt him growing nearer to your upper back, you tensed slightly. “If you would like to stand up and reposition, I can hold the last pieces of gauze up until a bandage holds it in place. You would be able to wrap the bandage around your front and hand it back to me that way.”

You nodded and he allowed you room to get off the bed. You stood with your back to him. He began wrapping again, handing it to you. You brought it diagonally across your front going in between your breasts which was more comfortable than the alternative. Soon enough, Damian cut the bandage off and made sure everything was in place before handing your shirt to you. You slipped it on before turning back to him. “Thank you for mummifying me,” you tried to joke. 

A smile cracked his lips, matching your own. “It was a pleasure to be of service,” he smirked. 

You reached out slightly beforefore pulling back, biting the inside of your cheek before holding your hand out to him. “I ‘owe you one’, as your people say.” Damian seemed to pause before gathering the courage to lightly slap your hand away. He wrapped his arms gently around your body, easily covering your whole body. 

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. His lips brushed the top of your hair in a kiss before he released you. “I’m glad you’re alright. I was worried with how much you were being tossed around.” He brought a hand to the back of his neck as he looked away from you.

You stepped closer to him. He towered over you, but you didn’t mind as you stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for your help and concern.”

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Four Weeks Later

I do not see why you are so against the thought. He is a nice young man. He comes from the blood of great leaders. It would make sense for you, a great leader, to be with another great leader. You have feelings for him, why not act on them? You rolled your eyes as you gravitated to the lounge of the cave. “That is not the way of my people.”

Diana fell in love with a man when she first traveled out to man’s world. He made her happy and gave her more reason to fight for the life of man’s world. It would make sense for you to follow. You sighed as you sat on the couch, not paying attention to any of the occupants of the room. “And when he died, she was devastated. She will outlive most of man’s world as I imagine I will considering you’re inhabiting my mind and body. I will not be devastated like she was.”

You are human. You might live slightly longer than the average human, but you will die all the same. Because of your biology you have the need for deep, meaningful connections. You have the need to reproduce. Damian Wayne is a prime candidate for mating and gaining connections. You ran a hand down your face. “You are a ray of sunshine today, Z. Please stop talking of my biology.”

“Your godly counterpart talking about your biology is what you’re annoyed about? I would feel like just having someone else in my mind would be the most annoying.” Your eyes traveled to the other voice. Conner Kent, the Superboy. 

“Everything about Zeus is annoying, but I can not control the fact that he is bonded to me. I can try and control what he likes to converse about, so I can be annoyed at that. You and everyone else in this cave do not have to hear him talking constantly about whatever he finds amusing or wrong or annoying. He tends to constantly have something to say.” 

“What’s it like having to share your mind?” Wally was sitting next to you on the couch. 

You turned to him, thinking about the question. It wasn’t easy to constantly have a god in your head. It was actually quite difficult. “I do not think that we share the same mind exactly. There are some aspects we share but I believe we have two different minds. We have different beliefs and ideas. I control my actions, he makes suggestions. He is kind of like what you call a roommate. He has his wisdom. He has his ideals and his flaws. I have my knowledge, ideals, and flaws. Sometimes those match up with each other, but most of the time we disagree. Depending on how Zeus feels on the day I wake depends on what he talks about. He gets antsy if he has not used his abilities in a while and tends to continuously try to get me to go out and use our abilities. Today he is talking of my humanity and my ‘basic needs’. Yesterday he talked about the ways of the ancient greeks.” You shrugged with a small smile. 

Today I have merely suggested good mates for a proper leader of the Amazonians. I would think that she would be flattered that I thought D- You stood quickly. “That is enough of that.” You couldn’t believe Zeus would try and tell others of his thoughts about your ‘proper mate’. 

“The fact that a god is trying to set you up with someone is both horrifying and hilarious,” a light shade of pink dusted your cheeks as Damian entered. 

“He is trying to meddle with something that is none of his business, nor is it of my people’s ways. If he has yet to notice, Themyscira is a tribe of all women and no men.” Your lightning bolt on your arm flashed a bright blue as if Zeus was disagreeing with you non verbally. “Wait, are you giving me the silent treatment Z?” You received no response. “You actually are,” you exclaimed with a laugh.

“TT, sounds like your housemate is being childish,” Damian smirked. 

“I’ll take it,” you grinned.

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Two Months Later

“Alright. You are still getting use to the world so I have arranged for you to stay with Damian at Wayne Manor. I promise to not be long. Mother informed me that the information was important to Darkseid. I will be taking Bruce and Clark with me. Do not get into trouble in Gotham,” Diana stated as she grabbed her bag.

“You have told me multiple times, Sister. I will be fine.”

She went on as if she hadn’t heard you. “Damian and Bruce will be here in ten minutes. Bruce will come inside and your will join Damian in the car to go back to Wayne Manor. I will pick you up from there when I get back.”

You set a hand on her shoulder, stopping her and having her face you. “We have been over this at least ten times since you got the message from Mother. I will be fine. Damian and I will do our best to stay out of trouble. We know how to contact backup if something were to go wrong. If I am not mistaken, Bruce will probably have the other bats check on Damian and I while he is gone.”

Diana smiled at you, giving you a short hug. “I know, (Y/N), but I still worry about you. I am your older sister.” She walked towards the door as a knock sounded. “If we are not back in two days, or you have not heard from us in two days, gather the league and the young justice teams and investigate.”

As the door opened, you grabbed your bag, turning to see Bruce and Clark enter the apartment. “Do you think Darkseid will attack while you are on Themyscira? Would that be why you would not be back in two days?” You saw her tense and immediately you tensed. “I should come with you. I have cracked his armor. I can do it again.” The thought that your sister could end up walking into a trap without you made your skin crawl. She was your sister, you would never let her go into battle alone. 

This time, she put her hand on your arm, making you focus on her. “I will be as safe as possible. There is only a slim possibility of Darkseid attacking. I will keep you updated, but I want you here in case you are needed. The League is down two heavy hitting members and a Bat, they will need your help in case there is an attack while we are gone.”

You glanced away from her, mouth firm. “I do not support your decision, but I respect it. I will protect your world and friends with my life.”

“From you, I would expect nothing less.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now, I believe Damian is waiting in the car for you. You should not keep him waiting.”

You nodded, walking towards the door. You stopped in front of Bruce and Clark. “If anything happens to Diana while you are away, I will kill you. Do not take this threat lightly.”

“We’ll do our best to make sure nothing happens,” Clark responded. You nodded again, walking out the door without a second glance.

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You and Damian entered the manor, Damian carting your bag. He showed you to your room. “Since this is your first time here, I know it can be easy to get lost. I’ll be glad to show you to any room in the manor you like. Todd and Grayson should be coming over for dinner tonight before they go on patrol. Drake will be up for dinner then return to the cave to monitor everyone’s patrol. If you would like to go out on patrol with me tonight, I’d be glad to show you Gotham from a vigilante’s perspective.”

“I would like that,” you smiled, following Damian from the guest room and to the living room. He ushered you to the couch, sitting with you. 

“Pennyworth will let us know when dinner is ready. We could watch television or whatever you’d like until dinner is ready.” Damian nervously tapped his fingers on his knee. 

You smiled, looking down to your lap before looking back up at the man who had stolen your heart. “I would be content with conversation. I still do not understand the television and its weird shows.” Damian laughed at the face you pulled thinking of the shows on TV. 

“We could do that. What would you like to talk about?” 

You thought for a minute before turning to him slightly, tucking your feet under you to get a better angle. You lean your head on your hand and looked directly at Damian. “Why do you call everyone by their surname but me?”

Damian mimicked your position and placed his chin on the hand holding his head. “When I first got to Gotham to live with my father, I was not the most...pleasant person. I had a hatred for anything or anyone that I saw as weak. I saw Grayson, Todd, and Drake as weak. I guess, in a way, calling my brothers by their last names was a way to distance myself from those that I deemed weak. Looking back on it now, it could have been that I was distancing myself from them because I was afraid of getting attached to them. It kind of became second nature to call others by their last name after that.”

He smiled at you as he continued. “As for you, I met you and made a connection almost immediately. I didn’t even know your name yet when you walked onto the plane. I could tell you were uncomfortable once you separated from Diana, but you held yourself with such grace and power that it overpowered how uncomfortable you were. When I finally learned your name, you didn’t give me a last name. ‘Princess (Y/N) of Themyscira’. You adopted Diana’s last name once you left Themyscira but I only see you as (Y/N).”

A light pink dusted your cheeks as Damian’s words sunk in. You realized as you looked at him, that his cheeks were also a pinkish color. “I appreciate that you call me by (Y/N), it would feel weird to be called ���Prince’ all the time. When I saw you and the others when Diana came back, I was nervous. That was the first time I had ever met others from man’s world. I knew Diana would not bring anyone that would hurt me or others but I could not deny the teachings I had been given since I could talk. But there was something with you that I could not help but feel at ease. You are the reason I believed in getting out of Themyscira. I knew you would help me adjust to man’s world.”

“Do you ever regret leaving?”

You chuckled quietly while shaking your head. “I had been wanting to track down Diana months before I knew of Diana coming back to Themyscira. It does help that I was curious about my parents. I wanted to track down information about them and be able to imagine what life with them would have been like. What kept me there was my blind loyalty to Mother. After learning of her deception and realizing that there was much I needed to learn, it made it easier to leave. At this point, I do not think I even want to go back. What is the point when you will never be treated as an equal?”

“But you can’t hide from it. No one will treat you as an equal if you hide away and don’t try. You were respected by many when I was there the first time. You had this natural charisma that wormed its way into the hearts of your sisters on Themyscira. Sure, you’re not pure Amazonian but that doesn’t mean that you don’t have their best interests at heart. Your mother wouldn’t have trained you to the extent she did if she didn’t have faith that you would be the next great leader.” You smiled slightly at his words. He had a point. You couldn’t earn respect if you didn’t try.

“Do you ever want to return to the League of Assassins?”

Damian winced at the mention of the League. “Not really. Sometimes I wish to return only to disband the League and try to fix what they’ve broken. It sounds stupid really, it’s not like I can erase all the blood that’s been shed by them or erase everything my grandfather has done in the name of the League. The League of Assassins are heartless. I don’t want to be a part of that. I quite like having a heart to be honest.” 

You nodded. “While I understand your sentiment, you can not change the ways of the League if you do not return. If you do not like the ways of the League and you are an heir to the League, you can change their ways. I would gladly help you in your endeavor.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as another voice broke into the conversation. “Why are you trying to convince Demon Spawn to return to Nanda Parbat?”

Both you and Damian turned to the new company. “I am simply stating that if he were to want to make the League of Assassins a force of good, he would have to go back. There is no way to control the League if you are not at its headquarters. It is much like Themyscira. If I am to rule Themyscira, I must be in Themyscira.”

Dick and Jason sat on a couch adjacent to the both of you. “Are you returning to Themyscira?”

“Only if Diana does not return in two days, Richard. And what is a ‘Demon Spawn’ and why is Damian one? Is there a demon inhabiting Damian? I could expel it.”

Damian was quick to place a hand on your arm, grabbing your attention. “There is no demon living in my body. You don’t need to try and expel anything.”

You were pretty sure that your face showed confusion. “Is that not what a demon would say to not be expelled from your body?”

Dick and Jason laughed full out, grabbing their stomachs. You were still confused. “(Y/N), there isn’t a demon in Damian. Demon Spawn is a term of endearment that Jason tagged Damian with right after Damian first showed up in Gotham. It fit him pretty well then. He’s mellowed since then,” Dick explained after his laughter died down. 

You nodded, still slightly confused. “If you say so.”

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Chivalry || A Medieval AU Chapter 1

Dick Grayson x OC (Bella Nyx)

Jason Todd x OC (Jackie Arcelia)

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Here it is! The first chapter of my Medieval AU. I have no clue how many chapters this will be! But it’s gonna be long! I hope you enjoy

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Three princes rode on horseback through the forests of Gotham, carrying around the the wild game that had been caught throughout the day. The three had fallen into quiet banter.

“I just don’t understand why Jackie makes you the best weapons? What makes you so special?”

Jason smirked to himself, not glancing at his brother has his horse strode past him, “Guess I’m just irresistible Timbo.”

Before their bickering could continue, Dick cut in, “Alright you two. We can bicker about Jason’s special treatment later. For now we’ve got a job to do.” He rode in front of the two, only giving his brother’s a glance before looking back ahead.

Following behind his older brother, Jason groaned “Speaking Of special treatment, anyone wanna tell me why Hell spawn isn’t here?”

Dick chuckled, “If he found out we were hunting, we would be the ones being hunted.”

The three carried on through the forests of Gotham, collecting game as they went. When they had finished their hunt, the sun was dipping down the horizon, “Seems like a good time to head back. There have been rumors of bandits stalking the forests at night.”

“Bandits? Give me a break Tim. We’ve been training to fight since Bruce adopted us. I think we could handle a couple of outlaws”

Tim’s horse fell into pace next to his brother’s “I’m not saying I disagree with you Jason, but it would be better to avoid any unnecessary fights.”

Dick rode in the front of the group, heading back to the castle, “Relax guys. What bandit is going to stupidly attack 3 armed princes?” His laugh hung in the air, then the world fell back into silence. The clop of horse hooves mixed with rustling leaves and chirp of crickets. The summer breeze swirled around them creating a mask of serenity.

A knife swam through the air, shattering the scene. Dick’s saddle strap was sliced, causing his horse to buck. His body slammed to the forest floor, a groan escaping his lips. Jason and Tim drew their swords, surveying the area around them. Dick rose from the ground, drawing his sword as well, “Who’s here?”

A figure cloaked in black dropped down from a tree in front of him. They had a hood and mask covering their face. The only thing not shrouded in darkness was their violet eyes. Jason almost laughed at the figures small stature, but an elbow to the ribs from Dick made him focus back in. The men stood in defense, their weapons raised. The stalemate was broken when Tim stepped forward. Before they could blink, two knives plunged into Tim’s pant legs, pinning them to the ground. Jason and Dick surrounded the intruder, circling around them. The bandit glanced around themselves, searching for a easy exit. The two princes were closing in, leaving only a few strategies. They turned just in time to see Dick lunge at them. Quickly she slid underneath his legs, the knife she held close slicing his change pouch off his belt.

“Hey! Don’t you know it’s not nice to steal?” The only response to Dick’s quip was a quick kick to the gut, making him slide back a few inches.

Jason rushes forward. Raising his sword, he swung it through the air, aiming to deal a blow on their shoulder. To his surprise he was met with two daggers holding his weapon in place. In his moment of confusion the bandit had twisted it out of his hands. “Aw c’mon! Jackie just made that! I suggest you give that back”

Now wielding the sword, the bandit stepped forward. They held the point of the sword under Jason’s chin, “And I suggest you stay put. One more step, from any of you, and I lodge this sword into his throat.”

Tim was still stuck to the ground,“Wait. You’re a girl?!”

“If that’s a problem I can kill you first,” She kept her eyes trained on Jason, but her tone caused Tim to flinch.

“Nope. That’s fine. I’m fine.”

Dick, eyes staring into the eyes of the bandit, spoke, “Alright, what do you want from us?”

“All the gold coins you carry with you. And three pheasants from your hunt.”

“Okay. Just let me get it. And we can all be on our way alright?” His eyes darted to the daggers by Tim. Slowly he inches closer to the saddle bags by Tim, cautiously watching the bandit. When he was close enough he snatched the two daggers, freeing his brother. Before the bandit could react, Dick flung one after the other. One sliced the top of her hand. Hissing, the sword fell from her grasp. Jason, now free, twisted her arm behind her back restraining her, “That was a nice try. Maybe next time don’t rob three princes all on your own.”

She struggled, but his grip wouldn’t loosen. Dick removed both her hood and mask. Purple hair flowed out of her cloak, her lips in a tight line. He froze, like he entered a trance. Jason rolled his eyes, pushing the girl forward, “Now is not the time for a staining contest. Tim, get the rope and held me bind her hands.”

Once her hands were tied, Jason let her go. She smirked to herself before rolling forward, grasping her knife in between her fingers. Expecting her to escape, the three closed in on her. Instead using all her strength with her two arms tied together, she flung the knife into a tree, in the direction of Gotham.

“You really don’t know when to quit.” Jason mounted his horse, Tim did the same, “C’mon Dickie. Time to go retrieve your lost steed. Until then, your in charge of watching the thief.”

He nodded pushing her forward, in the direction of Gotham.

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When the group had reached Gotham, the girl was immediately thrown into a cell. She would be awaiting a trial.

Under the cover of darkness, Jason slipped out of the castle. Avoiding the castle watch, he approached a shack not to far from the castle. Taking one more glance over the area, he quickly stepped through the door.

His eyes scanned the room, his gaze landing on his favorite blacksmith. Her back was to him, leaning over a table with a sword and rag in hand. Smiling he snuck up behind her. His arms wound their way across her waist. Squeezing her close, he spoke, “Surprised to see your still up.”

Her head quickly snapped in his direction, her hair hitting him in the process. She gasped, eyes lighting up, “Ah yes! Sir Chausses has arrived!” She turned in his arms, her arms latching around his neck, “You’re normally not this late. How dare you make me wait!”

“Before I answer that, care to explain what you just called me?”

“Sir Chausses, means from legs, and you my dear prince, have quite a lot of leg!” Her hand slapped against his thigh, a large grin spreading across her features.

She shook his head, pressing his lips to her temple. “You my love, are going to be the death of me.”

“Now where were you? Your normally here by sundown.”

“Sorry. We ran into a bandit on our way back. Nothing I couldn’t handle of course, but she did cause quite the delay,” Jason laughed. He smoothed down her hair, only for it to pop back into place.

“Oh well what can you do!” Kissing his cheek she suddenly jump, a squeal escaping her lips, “How was the sword? Did you like it?!”

Chuckling he nodded, “So did everyone else. Tim’s getting jealous. He might just start getting suspicious if you keep making me the best of the best,”

“Well my man deserve the best of the best! But I suppose I can thrown your brother a bone.”

Looking over her shoulder he spoke, “What are you working on? You don’t normally work this late.”

“Prince Damian, the delightful hufty-tufty, claimed his swords were too dull, and ever politely demanded I sharpened them all.”

Jason sighed and intertwined their hands together, “I’m sorry Jackie. I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow.”

“Hey it’s alright! It’s kinda my job silly! And I love my job!”

Raising her hands, he pressed two kisses to her knuckles, “But he doesn’t have the right to treat you like that.”

She smiled and let go of his hands turning back to her working table, “Technically, he does. He’s kinda the heir to the throne. He may be a pain in the ass, but he’s a royal pain in the ass. Meaning I have to do what he says.” She picked up the rag, and continued to polish the sword.

“One day I’m gonna knock that kid’s teeth in.”

“Well when that day comes I’d like a front row seat!”

“I think that can be arranged,” He wrapped his arms around her once again. The two enjoying each other’s presence until the sun started to rise over the kingdom.

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Apologies if I'm remembering wrong but I recall you posting/reblogging a post of Tim being afraid for Damian after he became Robin, thinking Red Hood would redirect his ire to him

Let's expand on that, Damian finding out about all the horrible shit Tim went through and put himself through and beginning to dread being Robin more and more but not wanting to take it back because he doesn't want to add onto Tim's pain

((and also because giving up robin would make him look week, but that's just an excuse))

So Damian is wrecked with anxiety because when is the hammer gonna drop and he'll receive what Tim did?

And if Tim's inheritance is going to be his, that means inheriting all the labor he is endures when running Wayne Enterprises, and etc

And Damian—wrong as he is—thinking himself selfish for hoping Tim stays in the family just so the day he inherits his duties comes later

Damian bonding with Tim over pain the latter experienced and the former is certain he will as well

((and also imagine what will go through Damian's head if he were to find out Tim doesn't even consider himself an actual Wayne member and just a Placeholder to keep the family from crumbling to pieces like that other post, a Placeholder until Jason and Damian came))

((and suddenly his assassination attempts seem like all for nothing and even self-sabotage, woof))

Hello! It seems that there are two of my posts you're referring to here (which is super super cool). This is going to be a long post cause it inspired me to really look at their dynamic and explore it.

One post talks about how Tim became Red Robin and didn't choose another mantle. There's a few reasons for this (like not being able to step down from his role of helping Bruce), but the reason you're referring to is another theory of mine. Tim may be Red Robin to share the burden and pain being Robin entails. He doesn't want Damian to face it alone. By being Red Robin, he can shoulder some of the ire from Batman.

The other post has Tim, who signed himself up to being Jason's placeholder both in an out of the mask, seeing himself as worthless and temporary. Both of his roles, being Jason and being Robin, got filled by Jason and Damian later.

Now that we've got the background, I absolutely love your take on this. I will add a few fics that expand on this view, but I do want to talk about it more first.

Unfortunately, Damian is used to a lot of abuse before coming to live with the Waynes (I love good mom Talia, but training to be an assassin is still abuse. She could have good reasons, but it still hurt Damian). He probably felt that he needed to earn his place and fulfill his familial role as Robin. Even as he matures and heals a bit, he may be reluctant to let Robin go. That type of training and enforced dedication to family is not simple to let go (even from a purely emotional abuse standpoint without any of the physical abuse he likely endured [This can be another thing he shares with Tim and his reluctantance to let Red Robin go]).

Kids, like Damian, will see others in similar situations and try to avoid their fate.

What is more likely? Tim is just special in being a target of isolation and abuse, or that Damian could one day be treated the same?

There's a ton of interesting theories about roles within abusive families (my family was emotionally abusive fyi). The sad part is that some of the kids will follow the example of their parents and abuse their siblings. This is both because parents model behavior and as a survival technique to not become the scapegoat like that one sibling. Damian may have joined in on being verbally abusive for both of these reasons (as well as being an extremely traumatized kid lashing out).

As he grows older and gains perspective (as well as distance from his LoA days), he may reflect on his behavior and the treatment of Tim. Tim is also the closest in age to Damian. He might be around physically more than the other siblings (besides Duke). Perhaps Duke even points out the differential treatment. There's a lot of ways that the metaphorical ball could get rolling.

This could be where Damian starts to regret his actions toward Tim. It may start from a selfish place (which, survival is not selfish and being selfish isn't always bad) of Damian realizing the assassination attempts are self-sabotage (and I love this idea and reflection on Damian). This would then morph into a genuine relationship and reliance on Tim.

I imagine, with these circumstances, that Tim becomes an anchor and safe point for Damian. All of the siblings have varying effects on the others, but this would be separate from that. While Dick is Damian's harbor, Tim would be closer to a lighthouse protecting Damian from the rocky shoreline. Dick is a place to rest and heal. Tim is a warning and guide (feel free to reblog with how the other batkids would be with Damian or each other).

Continually, Damian wanting Tim to stick around the family for his own safety hurts like hell. This casts the older sibling guilt (of leaving your siblings behind in that damn house) in a younger sibling's shame. Depending on the age, the younger sibling might be angry the older left or ashamed they want to ask in the first place. As a middle child, that fucking hurts (my situation is a bit more nuanced than that, but fuck. Ow).

Anyways, tons of angst to explore there on both of their parts.

I sincerely hope that Damian gets a life outside of WE. I hope he at least has time to explore himself (and maybe get a different career) before ever taking up WE. Depending on Tim's role in WE, this may fuck him over. I would be down to read some fics that explore Tim struggling under WE (cause he was meant for the research labs and not meeting rooms) and his refusal to step down due to the pressure that would put on Damian's shoulders (I know Tim isn't actually CEO in canon, but it's good to explore how the expectation of taking up the family business affects sibling dynamics).

Fic rec time! All are on AO3

"Exit Strategy" by smilebackwards (Tim's plan to leave the Waynes creates the ability for Damian and Tim to bond [not that Damian knows this is the plan]. Hurt ensues).

"Taming a Baby Assassin" by nighttmr (Tim, after being notified that he's getting a younger sibling with Damian, decides he'll be a big brother regardless of the effort required).

"Some Common Ground" by Do_wa_diddy (Both Damian and Tim are used to cruel standards of training. The others do not understand this and try to limit how they train. This causes Tim and Damian to bond).

"Just Like the Movies" by faithms (Damian finds a flash drive of all the times Bruce has been horrible to Tim).

"The Study of Birds" by MaskoftheRay (Tim and Damian find a common interest in bird watching. It shows them slowly becoming closer despite the obstacles).

Last one:

"You'll Change Your Name or Change Your Mind (previous title: Tim Drake Learns to Set Boundaries)" series by samsamiam.

I wholeheartedly recommend this series. Basically, Tim sets boundaries for himself while offering Damian sanctuary (should the kid need). It becomes Tim protecting Damian even from Bruce. Very very very good.

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All My Fault 16

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG

Notes: (Masterlist) The Tag list is still open so if you want to be tagged in future chapters of this story, let me knooow! Also let me know if any of the chapter links break please. This is another longer than usual one to make up for the last one being a little short.

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Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15

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Three days after the gala and the media had yet to calm down about the photos that the event photographers took. The one of me laughing my head off and Damian slightly smiling while we were sitting on the sofa went viral with the tabloids and social media. They were speculating whether or not we were dating. We weren’t. The one of me forcing Frederick Augustine down onto his knees by my twisting his wrist and the other one of Bruce red in the face defending me after I left were causing quite the uproar. One of me and Damian dancing reinforced the rumors that we were dating. One of Dick and I dancing was just kind of there to show I was adjusting.

“You were right,” I remarked to Dick, Bruce, and Damian when I entered the kitchen for breakfast. “Everyone’s freaking out about everything.” I showed them my phone, which was still open to ridiculous rumors.

“Tt,” Damian tutted into his tea.

“Good thing your interview with Vicki is today,” Dick said. “I bet you’ll get to clear some of it up.”

“Yup,” I said, taking the toast Damian offered me and sitting at the counter. Bruce was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee as close to the wall as possible so he could lean against it.

The press liked to say that Tim was the coffee addict of the family since he always had a travel mug with him in almost every photo that the paparazzi got of him, but really Bruce was the coffee addict. He didn’t sleep enough back when he was Batman and I doubted much had changed now that he retired.

“Is Alfred taking you to the Gazette building or am I?” Dick asked as I ate my toast.

“I am,” Damian said so I didn’t have to talk with my mouth full.

“What?” Dick complained dramatically. “I wanted to play the chauffeur!”

“Alternately, I can,” Jason said, ducking into the room and heading for the fridge. “Fancy hat and sunglasses? No one will recognize me. The little gremlin can play escort again.”

“He’s not a gremlin, Jay,” I protested tiredly.

“No. None of you are going,” Damian said. “I am taking McCloud to the interview at the Gotham Gazette building and that’s that.”

Dick grumbled under his breath about no one in this family being any fun.

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“So, we got the official statement that the Wayne family put out about you being lost in the time stream and your story to the police about the lights and colors, but what was it really like?” Vicki Vale asked.

“Honestly, Ms. Vale, I don’t remember much. Just lights and colors. I don’t think human minds are meant to process the stream of time itself.”

“Now, your blood trail led back to an alley in downtown Gotham, but you said you were taken from the grounds of Wayne Manor. Does that seem odd to you?”

I shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I don’t think getting lost in the time stream meant I had to get chucked out of it in the same location I was pulled into it. I don’t know anything about time travel, but it’s called the space-time continuum for a reason, right? Like they’re tied together?” I suggested.

“I suppose. Changing the subject a little, it was brave of you to go to a charity ball three days after arriving home. I understand you went to bed early, but how was that?”

“Mostly alright,” I replied. “Tiring, but Bruce and his family was there to support me.”

“Speaking of Mr. Wayne’s family, his youngest boy was your date, right?”

I bit my lower lip and glanced at Damian where he was standing behind all the cameras. “Mm… Damian accompanied me, yes. I don’t know if I’d go so far as to call it a date. Like you said, I’d barely been home for three days and I found out I went from the second-eldest to the youngest… basically overnight. Adjusting to Damian and I being about the same age when before it was Cass and I—” And Jason but I wasn’t supposed to ever have met him since he died before I was taken in. “—was definitely strange. It’s still strange.”

“I imagine. What about the photo released by the event photographer of you twisting Frederick Augustine’s hand behind his back? What happened there?”

“He was being far too forward with me. He put his hand on my backside. I didn’t give him permission to touch me like that so I defended myself. My dad always put me in self-defense and martial arts classes so I could defend myself if a man touched me inappropriately. Mom always taught me that I deserve to be respected and treated as an equal human being so I wasn’t going to just let him touch me inappropriately. A lot of people will try to destroy my reputation for it but I'm not going to sit here and apologize for defending myself against someone blatantly disrespecting me.”

Vicki gave me a supportive grin. “You go girl. You’re strong!” she said. “Now, what about the other photo that sparked a rumor that you and Mr. Wayne’s youngest, Damian, have entered into a romantic relationship?”

I scoffed. “Ms. Vale. I’ve been home for six days.” Lies. I’d been home for about thirteen. “I’ve barely gotten used to Damian being taller than me, let alone a month older than me. I'm not ready to date anyone yet. It’s just a false rumor. The photographer asked if he could get a picture of us smiling so I told Damian a joke.”

“I see. So are you recovering alright?”

“I think so. Bruce is still Batman’s financial backer so he asked Batman to have couple superhero friends look me over. No lasting damage. But, apparently, time travel is really hard on the body. Which is probably why I slept almost my entire first day back. I was so tired. And being here now… It’s… it’s so weird.” I shrugged. “I feel like I'm in a movie. Like I'm going to wake up and Damian’s going to be thirteen again throwing my door open and telling me that I need to stop Dick from burning down the kitchen again. Like I'm just… I don’t know. Out of place, maybe? Definitely displaced from time.”

I considered tearing up for dramatic effect, but decided against it.

“I’d imagine,” Vicki commented. She crossed her legs and sighed in thought. “So now that you’re back, do you have any plans?”

“I haven’t come up with anything so far. I’ve barely thought about what I want to do. Maybe I’ll finish up my degree. I was so close to having it. I had a year left. Though, I don’t know if I’ll start this coming semester. Maybe I’ll wait for January.”

“Definitely something to think about.”

“Yeah. I might try and reconnect with old friends too. I know now they’re around twenty-nine while I'm still twenty-one and a lot has probably changed but… I’m eager to see how their lives have turned out. One friend in particular and I both had problems dating. I’ve been wondering if she ever found someone.”

“Well, I wish you the best of luck with that,” Vicki offered.

“Thank you.”

She turned. “Damian, would you care to join us? We can pull up another chair,” she said. “If you have any thoughts to voice about Miss McCloud coming back.”

Damian’s eyes flicked from Vicki to me, twitching an eyebrow in a silent question: asking what I thought he should do. I shrugged and glanced at the space next to me, indicating I wouldn’t mind if he sat next to me. He looked back at Vicki. “Alright,” he relented.

A crewmember working one of the lights for the interview grabbed another chair and pulled it next to me. Damian ducked under a light that was facing backwards into a silver-foil-lined umbrella—pretty standard for interview lighting—and sat in the chair next to me. Someone handed him a mic that he clipped to his shirt. He patted my knee and then folded his arms.

I was dressed for an interview—blouse and trousers with makeup on and my hair styled nicely—but Damian wasn’t. He had on dark jeans and a Van Gogh’s Starry Night T-shirt with Converse and a leather jacket. He had no interview makeup on so his skin wouldn’t be shiny in the intense light and his hair wasn’t quite as perfectly gelled out of the way as it usually was. And even with all that, he still looked a picture of confidence. He was the king of the room and he knew it.

I bit my lip a little and smiled at him before we both turned our attention back to Vicki. She gave Damian a million-watt smile that could have blinded me but was so falsely positive it almost made me nauseous.

“So, Damian, what’s it like having her back?” she asked.

Damian glanced at me. I met his gaze, eyebrows raised expectantly. “And be honest,” I added.

The left corner of Damian’s mouth quirked into a half-smile. He looked back to Vicki. “It’s been… someone else might call it a ‘blessing.’ When I was thirteen and she disappeared, the whole family was rather distraught. McCl—Nora really has always been a light in our home. Full of warmth and compassion. If anyone was having a bad day she’d always be there with a hug and healing words. She was even there for me. I was a little snot of a teenager but she always tried to make sure I knew someone cared about what happened to me and how I was feeling.” He glanced back at me. “You were kind of our family’s guardian angel, weren’t you?”

I snorted. “I wouldn’t go that far. When Bruce took me in, I was grieving the loss of my parents and in a lot of emotional pain. Sometimes the best way to heal yourself is to help other people,” I said. I patted his knee and looked back to Vicki. “I found another family with the Waynes and I'm grateful for it. Even if now the dynamic has been thrown for a loop.”

“True. I don’t know how to deal with her suddenly being the youngest. She was always the older and wiser,” Damian added, nudging me in the arm with his shoulder. The only time he talked like a normal person and didn’t tut every couple sentences was during press interviews.

Vicki chuckled. “So I'm guessing you’re still glad she’s back?”

“The whole family is ecstatic,” Damian said, almost dodging. “But of course I'm glad. Gotham is a dark place and it’s nice to have a little light back in it.”

“Aw. Thanks Damian,” I said, bumping his knee with mine.

“Now, Miss McCloud, you mentioned the loss of your parents. Do you intend to take your parents’ company back?”

I took a deep breath and huffed a sigh. “I think so,” I said. “I want to finish my degree, but I also want to do right by what my parents built and I want to make them proud. And I don’t see why I can’t run a company and finish my degree at the same time. It might take me longer but I could do it.”

“Of course you could,” Vicki agreed. “Did anyone tell you about the hack that leaked user information and a lot of… sensitive emails?” Translation: Do you know that a lot of people think your parents’ best friend and business advisor had an affair with your dad?

“No one told me, but I found it when I looked up how the company had been doing. Such a shame, really. My parents really wanted to make information leaks a thing of the past,” I said. Yeah I know but I'm better at this game than you and I'm not going to bring it up in this setting unless you do. “Hopefully I can accomplish that goal.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” Vicki looked back down at her notes. “Well, that’s all I have for you guys. If there’s anything more you’d like to say, now would be the time.”

“I’d like to say thank you for this,” I said. “There’s been a lot of rumors going around since I came back and all, and I think this is a really nice way to clear the air a little. Honestly it doesn’t feel like it’s been very long since I did one of these and yet everything has changed.”

“Except you,” Damian added. “You haven’t changed.”

I laughed. “Fair point,” I conceded.

Damian looked at Vicki. “I’ve said all I can say,” he said.

“Well then, thank you both for this, and I hope you have a lovely day.”

“Thank you, Ms. Vale,” I said, shaking her hand.

“No, thank you, Miss McCloud.”

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A Life So Changed: Chapter Sixty-One

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2775 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Author's Note: So, I’m thinking one chapter a month is going to be the norm for now on. I hope that is okay. Once in a while I might be able to do more than that but adulting takes a lot of time, unfortunately. :/ Enjoy!!

Bruce lies awake in bed, Clark’s arms wrapped protectively around him. The Kryptonian is fast asleep, limbs heavy on Bruce’s body. He can feel Lara moving around inside him, the sensation weird and uncanny. Bruce shifts and Clark stirs, a sleepy mumble coming out of the man’s mouth. But Clark doesn’t wake and Bruce uses the opportunity to place his own hand on his stomach. Lara kicks and he feels it.

*~~~*

“You want to what?” Bruce asks Clark over breakfast. He’s feeling pretty good this morning which is a nice change. There’s a dull ache in his head but it is nowhere near the intensity the headaches have been recently and his appetite has come back full force. Alfred has made him oatmeal and toast with some scrambled eggs and a few berries in a bowl. He picks a raspberry out of it and chews, savoring the juicey flavor.

Clark swallows his own bite of eggs, the Gotham Gazette open in his hands. Bruce had asked him why he wasn’t reading the Daily Planet seeing as Bruce has a subscription to that as well, and Clark replied with that he wanted to see the differences between the two. Of course the Gotham Gazette focuses more on Gotham news while the Daily Planet focuses on Metropolis news, but even the world news the two writes about is different. Each puts priorities on different things and writes about them in different ways.

“I think it would do us both some good if we went,” Clark replies, flipping the page. “Ma and Pa have really started to come around now that they’ve realized I’m serious about us.” Clark looks up at him. “I’ll go see them alone if you really don’t want to come but I would love for you to join me.”

Bruce sighs and takes a sip of his green tea. “You’re talking about going to go see the two people that hate me. The two people that insulted me the last time I saw them.”

Clark nods, setting down his mug of coffee that he had just drank from. “Yes, I am. But it’s been a long time since then and I have only seen them once since that whole incident.” Clark shrugs. “I’ve talked to them on the phone a few times here and there but not as much as I used to. I think they’re getting the hint that if they don’t accept you, then I don’t want anything to do with them.”

“That’s a lie.” Clark raises his eyebrow at Bruce in question. “You could never say goodbye to your parent completely.”

Clark shrugs again, taking a bite of egg. “I suppose you’re right.”

Bruce sits there and watches Clark eat for a few seconds before he finally sighs heavily. “Fine, I’ll go. But you’re not flying me there. I’ll call the airport and have them get my jet ready.”

Bruce can tell Clark is trying to not smile. “Why don’t you want me flying you there?”

“Because I’m too pregnant for that now.”

Clark chuckles. “You’re in your sixth month and aren’t even that big. Wait until you’re eight months along.”

Bruce grimaces, stabbing a blueberry. “Please don’t remind me of the hardships I’m going to face. Lara is heavy enough as it is.”

“Lara is a nice name.” Bruce and Clark turn towards the voice, seeing Tim and Damian walk into the room. “Dick told me that’s what you are naming her.”

“And you didn’t believe him?” Clark asks the teen.

Tim shrugs and sits down at the table, stealing one of Bruce’s toast. “No, I believed him but I just wanted to make sure.”

“And you?” Bruce asks, turning to Damian who is grabbing at an apple from the bowl on the counter. “What do you think?”

“Tt, I don’t care.” Damian then stalks out of the room, giving Bruce’s stomach a quick glance. Bruce doesn’t miss the small smile the kid tries to hide.

“He’s coming around,” Tim informs and Bruce hums in agreement.

Clark stands up and walks to Bruce’s side of the table, leaning down and giving him a kiss on the temple. “There’s a few things I need to do at the Fortress but I’ll be back in a couple hours to go to Smallville with you.”

“Okay,” Bruce replies, giving Clark a smile in return. The Kryptonian leaves and Bruce is left sitting there with Tim stealing grapes from his fruit bowl. Bruce eyes him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” Tim pops a grape into his mouth.

Bruce narrows his eyes. “Tim.”

Tim lets out a long, deep sigh, hand falling to the table with a loud thud. ���It’s really nothing. I’ve just been thinking about the baby and you and Kon.”

Bruce’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Why are me and the baby in the same thought process as Conner?” Then Bruce’s eyes grow wide. “You’re not pregnant are you? Tim, I swear to God, I can’t deal with another accidental pregnancy.”

Tim shakes his head in amusement, short chuckle coming from him. “No, trust me, Bruce, I’m very careful during my heats.” He huffs. “I think Kon is even more careful than I am.”

“Good,” Bruce says with a nod.

“It’s mostly just the future I’m thinking about.” Tim picks up Bruce’s fork and starts playing with the eggs on Bruce’s plate. Bruce watches in annoyance. “You and Clark are going to have a baby together that’s going to take up a lot of your time. It’s not like when you adopted Dick, Jason, me, and then took on Damian. We were already kids at the time, self sufficient. A baby is needy and helpless. Yeah, you have Alfred but I suspect you two are still going to be doing most of the work.”

“Tim, is there a point to this?” Bruce asks.

Tim rolls his eyes and flings some egg at Bruce which Bruce dodges. “Yes, asshole.” Bruce smiles at his son. “I’m wondering if I want that when I’m older. Does Kon want that? The normal omega and alpha response would be, yes, we do but then I think about being Red Robin and him being Superboy and how busy we are and are going to be.” Tim twirls the fork. “I don’t know if I’m cut out to be a father, Bruce.”

“You’re still a little young to be thinking about this. You’re only seventeen, Tim, you have plenty of time to decide,” Bruce points out.

“That’s the thing, Bruce,” Tim continues. “I have decided.” Tim looks him in the eyes. “I want to be a father someday, I want it with Kon if I can though I know that might not be a possibility for many different reasons, but the problem lies in which whether or not I’ll have the time or if I’ll screw it up somehow.”

“Tim,” Bruce places a hand on the teen’s shoulder. “I think all parents have those fears.” He smiles at Tim. “And you know, if I end up having time to take care of Lara and I somehow don’t screw her up,” Tim chuckles, “then you definitely can do it too.”

Tim shrugs. “I guess we’ll find out eventually, won’t we?”

“Hopefully not too soon,” Bruce points out and Tim chuckles again.

“Yeah, not too soon.” Tim sets Bruce’s fork back down. “I don’t want to be Dick’s age either. I’m thinking early thirties… if I make it to that age.” The mention of Dick’s situation and then the possibility of Tim not living long enough to see his thirties dampens the mood instantaneously. Bruce frowns down at his food and Tim is staring at the table, solem. “Sorry” the omega says quietly. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Bruce shakes his head. “It’s fine.” He stands and pushes his plates to Tim. “Finish this food. I don’t want it anymore.”

“Bruce,” Tim starts but doesn’t continue, looking regretful.

Bruce gives the omega a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, really.” He then walks out of the kitchen, heading towards his office to make the arrangements to go to Smallville.

*~~~*

Clark and him are in Smallville, knocking on Martha and Jonathan’s door within a few hours. The older beta opens the door immediately and gathers Clark into her arms, squeezing the alpha tight. “Oh, Clark! It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you so much.”

Jonathan appears beside his mate. “It’s good to see you, Son.”

Clark ducks his head in embarrassment. “Ma, Pa, it’s good to see you too.”

Martha smiles at her son then turns her attention on Bruce. “Bruce…” She trails off, face looking sad and regretful. She waves them in. “Come in you two.” They both follow the two betas into the house and Martha ushers them into the dining room where there are plates set up with food. They all sit, say a prayer, and then begin to eat. “Bruce,” Martha starts. “Jonathan and I are glad you came. We’ve had a very long time to think about how we acted the last time we saw ya and…” she looks down at the table.

Jonathan jumps in. “We regret how we treated ya, Bruce. It was wrong of us to judge ya without even knowing ya.” His eyes flick to Clark. “We taught our son better than that and, well, quite frankly, we should know better than that too.” Jonathan extends a hand. “We’re sorry, Bruce, and we hope ya can one day forgive us.”

Bruce eyes the hand but doesn't take it. “How do I know you’re not just saying that to get Clark back into your lives and have a relationship with our baby?”

Jonathan’s hand descends and Martha answers him. “We know we haven’t given ya any reason as to why ya should trust us, but we hope that we can try and earn that trust back. The little conversations that Jonathan and I had with Clark after how we treated ya, showed us how terrible we were and how much ya mean to our boy. We ain’t usually mean people, Bruce, and I’m ashamed to admit that that’s exactly what we were.”

“We know we have to gain ya trust,” Jonathan pitches in. “We just hope ya’ll give us the chance.” He looks to Clark as well, most likely knowing they lost their son’s trust as well. “Sorry isn’t enough, we understand that, but we really want to try and make it work. To understand what it is that ya and our son have, and about the baby.”

“Like we said, Bruce,” Martha says. “We had a nice long thought about this whole thing after we left Gotham. I know it ain’t no excuse, but I think the shock of it all is what caused a lot of our animosity towards ya. We should have given ya a chance before jumping to our own conclusions though, and for that, we are truly sorry.”

Bruce is looking down at the table, one hand on his stomach, and the other placed on the table. He thinks about what Jonathan and Martha had just said to him, wonders what Clark had said to them in order for them to really think about how they treated him, and then made his decision. “Her name is going to be Lara, after Clark’s biological mother. But I was thinking of having her middle name be Martha.” He shrugs. “Everyone seems to be surprised that that isn’t going to be her first name so I should probably stick it in there somewhere.” He looks up at Martha, eyeing Jonathan before moving back to Clark’s mother. “After all, there’s two Marthas in the family.”

Martha has tears in her eyes, recognizing the peace offering. She takes Jonathan’s hand and squeezes it, giving Bruce a small smile. “Thank ya, Bruce.” Jonathan smiles as well, nodding in agreement with his mate.

*~~~*

All four of them sit in the living room, watching a movie in the dark. Bruce is always amazed by how different darkness is in Smallville than it is in Gotham. In Gotham, there isn’t really truly a complete darkness. Pollution and clouds make sure of that. But here in Smallville, there are no clouds, there is no pollution, and better yet, there is no light from the city illuminating the sky. Pure darkness at its best, with a million stars littering the sky. It’s the most peaceful Bruce will ever get.

“Martha huh?” Clark whispers to him. They are secluded on the couch, Clark lying on it and Bruce squeezed on it in front of him, Clark’s arm wrapped around him to make sure he doesn’t fall off. Martha and Jonathan are in their own chairs, Martha rocking rhythmically and Jonathan leaning back, sinking into the cushioned chair. The male on the tv screen opens the door leading him to the murderer.

“It’s fitting don’t you think?” Bruce whispers back. “Honor all three mothers.”

Clark chuckles. “I just don’t know if I like the sound of Lara Martha Wayne-Kent.” He pauses. “Or will it be Lara Martha Kent-Wayne?”

Bruce elbows him in the side and Clark squeaks, causing Martha to look over briefly. “It might not sound poetic but I don’t care. My mother and your biological mother aren’t here so they both deserve to be honored. And besides, Martha Lara excetra sounds even worse.”

Clark chuckles, his whole body shaking with the attempt to stay quiet. “Nice job avoiding the last name issue.”

Bruce rolls his eyes and sits up, stretching. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Clark sits up too. “Oh no, is it starting?”

Bruce raises an eyebrow at the alpha. “Is what starting?”

“The frequent bathroom trips.” Clark looks worried. Bruce picks up a throw pillow and smacks him across the face. Martha and Jonathan laugh and Clark grabs the pillow, tackles Bruce to pull him back down, and smothers him in kisses. He stops when Bruce starts to grumble and squirm too much, letting go. “I’m only teasing.”

Bruce sits back up and smooths down the front of his shirt. “I know. Now, the bathroom. I really have to go.”

Clark mocks an annoyed sigh. “Fine. Go. Scamper away little bat.” Bruce rolls his eyes again and stands, leaving the room with the feeling of everyone’s eyes on him and Clark’s laughs in his ears.

Martha and Jonathan have two bathrooms. One downstairs and one upstairs. The problem Bruce has always had, however, is the size of the downstairs one. It’s more of a half bath sized room but whoever built the house still decided to try and squeeze in a shower. The few times Bruce has been to this house, whenever the League was invited, he never once saw any of the members use the downstairs bathroom. No one but Clark, of course. Bruce does the same. Avoids the downstairs bathroom at all costs and now that his stomach is bigger, he really doesn’t want to try and squeeze his way around in there. So he heads for the stairs to go to the bathroom on the second floor.

The stairs to the second floor are steep but manageable. Wally once fell down them, clumsy as he is. He ended up breaking his calf and is lucky he heals so quickly. The bone was completely mended by the time the League left, the speedster running off to where he wanted to go after. Bruce now holds onto the railing, taking his time to make his way up. The last thing he wants to do is fall down the stairs.

The size of the bathroom up here is much more tolerable and Bruce feels a lot more comfortable doing his business in it. Once done, he washes his hands and then makes his way out. At the top of the stairs, he pauses. He stands there, not really seeing anything as he looks down them. Slowly, the feeling of leaving his body encompasses him and he sluggishly reaches out with a shaky hand to the railing. His fingers curl around it and grip tightly. His body doesn’t move. Blinks slow. Breathing shallow.

Suddenly, he’s snapped back into his body by an excruciating pain stabbing in his head, his ears ringing so loud that he can’t hear the tv downstairs anymore. He takes a sharp breath in, hands flying up to cup at his head, as he takes a step back away from the stairs. He stumbles and falls, hitting the floor hard, and curling into himself. His mouth is open, he doesn’t know if he’s screaming in pain, but his whole body convulses and then he blacks out.

A/N: You all are so, so close to finding out what is wrong with Bruce. So close!! I can’t wait until it’s revealed and see all your reactions. :D Thanks for reading!!

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Fic: A Displaced Red Robin Chapter 16

Title: A Displaced Red Robin Author: Brokaw22/Dragonprincess1988 Rating: T Story Synopsis: Tim gets transported to the cartoon Young Justice world, and he's not sure that he knows how to deal with it.

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Tim meets Robin on a rooftop in the middle of Gotham. He breathes in the night air, feeling the most relaxed that he has ever since he arrived here, which isn’t saying much, because he’s still extremely tense and practically thrumming with anticipation. He needs tonight to go well…otherwise; all of his delicate planning will have been for nothing. Robin, for his part, looks completely at ease with a smile on his face. Tim would roll his eyes if he had expected anything else, but well…Robin is Dick Grayson and an eternal optimist…no matter what Earth he’s from, and Tim’s fairly certain that Robin still doesn’t quite grasp how important and difficult this meeting is going to be. “Would you relax? The kid’s like what? Ten? It’ll be fine.”

 This time Tim does roll his eyes, because he’s certain now that Dick definitely doesn’t understand how difficult Jason Todd…any Jason Todd, can be. “Just stick to the plan and let me do the talking.”

 Dick nods and motions for Tim to lead the way. “You know, you never did tell me how you intend to keep both Jason and the safe house secret from Batman when you know that he has both of us bugged with trackers.”

 Tim merely shrugs as he makes his way from rooftop to rooftop. “The same way that I hide my activities back home. I created a code that overrides the tracker’s program and shows us on a normal patrol route of my choosing. The information is a conglomeration of different patrols I’ve done on particularly slow evenings, and then I’ll double check the information against reported crimes in the area once we turn in for the evening, so there aren’t any inconsistencies.”

 Robin pauses on the next rooftop. “Hold it. How often do you feel the need to hide your activities back home?”

 Tim shrugs again. The fact of the matter is he only really saw a need to do so once Damian came into the picture, but that was mostly to avoid having his line cut during patrol. After a while, it just sort of became habit when he didn’t want to be bothered on patrol. After all, it’s not as if he’s ever used this particular trick on busy nights or when there was a crisis. He’s only ever used it when it was slow and he needed time to himself. “Sometimes a bird needs to fly with no restrictions.”

 Dick doesn’t seem to like the implications, but after a long moment he nudges Tim in the side with his elbow. “Well, if you end up staying here, maybe you won’t need this particular trick as often.”

 Tim doesn’t know how to respond to that. He’s not entirely sure that he wants to stay here. After all, even with everything going on back home, he still has friends and family there, but…but there’s a part of him that’s truly tempted by the offer, even though Tim knows that he doesn’t have a place here anymore than he does back home.

 Still, at least this Dick wants him around and they get along fairly well. It’s a nice change of pace from the stunted conversations and awkward rooftop rendezvous Tim endures back home. Tim shakes his head as he motions for Dick to keep moving. He honestly doesn’t want to think about his home or the possibility of staying here right now. Instead, he’d rather focus on the task at hand. “Come on, Robin. We can’t waste anymore time.”

 Robin nods and mummers under his breath. “Sure thing, bio kid.”

 Tim nearly flubs his next landing as he glares at Dick. “I am not B’s bio kid.” The growl probably doesn’t help his cause any, but Tim has enough problems without that particular rumor going around.

 Dick smirks, evidently self-satisfied with finally getting a reaction out of him. “Prove it.”

 Tim doesn’t get a chance to respond before Dick is flying through the air, flipping, and laughing manically. Tim merely groans and follows at a far more subdue pace. Its times like these that Tim appreciates that the Dick Grayson back home is older than him, even if he does miss the nights when he and Dick would spend the majority of the evening joking around, train surfing, and playing rooftop tag. Still, Tim’s not entirely sure how this Bruce has managed to put up with this for this long, but, then again, from what little information Tim has been able to gather so far, he knows this Bruce isn’t as grim as his own…not yet, anyway. Tim’s hoping that this mission will stave that off for a bit longer.

 When Tim and Dick arrive at Mrs. Miller’s apartment, she invites them both in without hesitation. It’s not exactly how Red Robin is used to being treated, but Robin doesn’t even bat an eye before following her into the tiny kitchen where Jason is sitting, munching on a peanut butter sandwich. Tim notices the distinct lack of jelly and nearly laughs, because some things really do never change. He perks up the moment that he sees them, which makes Tim’s stomach drop. “Hey, Jason, how are you doing?”

 Jason drops his sandwich on the plate and gives him an extremely guarded look as though he already knows that it’s bad news. “You…you couldn’t find my mom, could you?”

 Tim takes a deep calming breath and gestures for Jason to follow him outside onto the fire escape. He looks as though he’s going to protest and demand that Tim tell him whatever the bad news is right here, but one glance over at Mrs. Miller and he changes his mind. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Miller, my…uh…friends and I are gonna step outside for a sec.”

 She smiles at him and motions for him to get a move on. “Good...good…that’ll give me some time to whip something up for them.”

 Tim tries to insist that it isn’t necessary, but she’s almost as persistent as Alfred. After five minutes, Tim finally gives up and just goes along with it as he makes his way outside onto the fire escape. Robin and Jason silently follow behind him. Once Tim is sure that the window is firmly shut behind them, he gives Robin a minuscule nod. Dick sits down on the cold metal platform and motions for Jason to do the same. Jason, for his part, merely folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. “What’s going on?”

 Tim heaves a large sigh as he grabs a hold of both of Jason’s shoulders. He doesn’t want the kid to feel boxed in, thus the fire escape in the first place, but he knows Jason well enough to know that the kid will bolt at the first sign of trouble. “We found your mother, Jason. I’m so sorry, but she was murdered.” Tim gives Jason a moment to process what he’s said before continuing. “The man who did it has already confessed to the authorities and is in prison. I know it doesn’t help, but I wanted you to know that.”

 Jason is staring down at the ground, tears slowly leaking from his eyes, sniffling softly as his hands ball into fists. He’s shaking slightly, biting his bottom lip, and looking like the angry, heartbroken kid that he is, which has Tim gripping his shoulders a bit tighter. That’s all it takes for Jason to unleash a wail and fall into Tim’s chest. Tim doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Jason and just hold him, and he’s equally unsurprised when Dick gets up and joins in on the hug. Tim doesn’t hush him or tell Jason that it’s going to be okay. He’s suffered through enough losses to know that it doesn’t actually help. Instead, he merely strokes Jason’s hair and lets the kid fall apart.

 After what feels like an eternity of trying to comfort Jason and failing, Tim feels Jason’s hold on him slacken as his sobs quiet. He slowly releases Jason, making sure to keep a least one hand on him, so that the kid knows that they aren’t just going to deliver terrible news and fly away. He waits until Jason seems calm enough to at least attempt to consider their offer before speaking. “We want you to know that you’re not alone, okay? You still have the communicator that I gave you and you can use that at any time for any reason. I know that the last thing you want is to go into the system, right?”

 At Jason’s tiny nod, Tim continues, “I’ve already checked, I know that you don’t have any other family. Now, I would love it if you would just stay here with Mrs. Miller until I worked out something more permanent for you, but I also know that you don’t like imposing on people, and you probably already feel like you’re imposing on her, right?” Jason nods again, before giving Tim a hard glare.

 Tim knows that he needs to tread carefully here. It’s one of the reasons that he’s the one explaining all of this to Jason instead of Dick, even though Dick is far better at comforting people. “I’ve got a strong feeling that if I left you here, you’d sneak out and do whatever it took to take care of yourself, right?”

 Again Jason nods without actually speaking. “All of that is why Robin and I want to extend an invitation to you, of sorts.” Jason stares up at him skeptically, mouth still firmly shut. Tim would love to know what the kid is thinking right now, but he can work with the silent suspicion. After all, he’s well acquainted to it after spending so much time with Batman over the years. “I know, I know, this is a lot to take in and you’re waiting for something horrible…well, more horrible, but all that I’m asking for you to do is hear me out, okay?”

 Jason inclines his head as he visibly braces himself. Tim gives him a moment to just breathe before launching into their plan. “Robin and I set up a safe house for you to stay in. It’s only temporary, but it’s well stocked with everything that you need and we will continue to stock it for you. I’m currently working on finding you a more permanent place to stay with someone that I trust as well as someone I think that you can learn to both trust and get along with. You are by no means being forced into this, okay? I just…I want you to give it…give me a chance. Does that sound alright?”

 Jason narrows his eyes and stares at them distrustfully. “And what would I have to do to earn this?”

 Tim gives a small half smile. He already anticipated this, and if this Jason Todd is anything like Tim’s own, then he’s fairly confident that he can make this work. “All you have to do is go to school regularly and try your best. I’ll set up everything for you -- paperwork wise -- so that you don’t need to worry about the system. Robin and I will both offer you any other assistance that you need until such a time as I can set up a meeting between you and my friend.”

 Jason glares at him, still weary of this whole thing. “Your friend? You mean the one that you eventually want to take me in?”

 Tim nods. “If that’s what you both want. Again, it might be a while before I can set that up, though.”

 Jason folds his arms over his chest as his glare intensifies. “Uh huh, and what happens if your friend doesn’t want me or I don’t want to live with them?”

 Tim hums in thought. “Well, then you and I work together to find a solution that we both agree with. As I said, I’m not forcing you into anything, Jason. We won’t move forward on any plan unless you also agree with it, so what do you say?”

 Jason takes a long moment to mull things over. Tim is actually quite impressed with Dick’s patience during this whole ordeal, though he does nervously shift from one foot to the other when he thinks no one is paying attention. Tim definitely needs to work on that with him the moment that he finds time. Jason abruptly breathes out a heavy breath. “I want to see this safe house before I agree to anything.”

 Tim nods and keeps his sigh of relief to himself. “That’s fine. We can take you there.” He mentally calculates the best way to get there before grinning at Jason. “How would you like to get there via the rooftops?”

 Jason’s eyes immediately light up, but he doesn’t agree right away. “And how exactly would that work?”

 Tim kneels down and gestures for Jason to hop up onto his back. “Come on, if you don’t like it, we’ll drop down and take the bus, though, I’ve got a feeling that you’re going to love it.”

 Jason hesitates for a moment before climbing on and holding on tight. Tim smirks as he stands up and turns toward Robin. “Inform Mrs. Miller that we’re going to take Jason out for a little while.”

 Robin nods and disappears back into the apartment as Tim starts making his way to the roof with Jason riding on his back.

 Jason huffs out a breath. “Only a little while?”

 Tim nods as he hoists Jason slightly further up on his back. “Yes, I don’t want you to rush into a decision, so you’re going to stay with Mrs. Miller for a little while longer. Once you’ve made up your mind you can contact me via the communicator that I gave you and we’ll move accordingly.”

 “You really are making this my choice.” Jason sounds both astonished as well as stunned.

 Tim does his best not to sigh in exasperation. Truth be told, he probably shouldn’t be doing any of this to start with -- not to mention allowing a child to decide their own fate -- but…well, Jason Todd deserves this much. Besides, it’s not as if Jason hasn’t been living, more or less, on his own for some time now. “I know that a lot has happened and you’re still in the process of absorbing it all, but I really do want as much of this as possible to be your decision, especially since I’ve got a feeling not a lot of things have actually been your choice thus far.”

 Jason doesn’t get a chance to respond before Dick appears, seemingly out of nowhere, holding three small plastic bags of sandwiches. “Mrs. Miller insisted that we eat these.”

 Jason doesn’t hesitate before grabbing one of the bags, tearing it open, and then taking a large bite out of the sandwich. Tim’s just thankful that he’s decided to continue wearing his cowl when he’s outside of the HQ, because he does not put it past Jason to get peanut butter in his hair. Before Tim can suggest that they save snack time until after they’ve made it to the safe house, Dick has half a sandwich stuffed into his mouth as well. Tim merely shakes his head and gestures for the other two to share his sandwich. However, he’s not expecting both of them to protest loudly and insist that eat it, and then glare at him the entire time until it’s finished.

 Once they’re both satisfied that the sandwich is well and truly gone, Tim takes off across the rooftops with Jason on his back and Dick tumbling through the air beside him. He can’t hold back a smile at Jason’s whoop of delight in his ear. He’s relieved that he can give Jason this one moment, if nothing else. When they arrive at the safe house, Tim takes his time disarming the security in order for Jason to see exactly how secure this place really is. The moment that the three of them cross the threshold, Dick grabs Jason’s arm and drags him through the entire place top to bottom. Tim lets the two of them explore every nook and cranny in silence.

 However, he does have to stifle a laugh when he hears Jason’s shocked gasp of amazement when he enters one of the bedrooms upstairs. Tim may have used his memory of Jason’s old bedroom at the manor to his advantage. After all, Jason’s book collection was impressive and extensive. Jason and Dick suddenly clamber their way down the steps and into the fully stocked kitchen. Dick’s talking nonstop and Jason is just nodding his head as he glances around.

 The three of them spend a little over an hour at the safe house. Dick spends the majority of the time pointing out things that he thinks Jason will like about it and answering any questions Jason has, while Tim makes mental notes of anything Jason seems to want or need. If Jason agrees to stay here, while Tim works on the second part of his grand plan, then he knows he’ll have plenty of time to gather any necessary items. However, having a list to start from always puts Tim at ease…at least slightly.

 When Jason indicates that he’s ready to leave, Tim is relieved to see that he’s far more relaxed and happy than when they arrived. He knows that it’s only a momentary relief from the crushing grief of losing his mother, but it’s something. Tim’s not surprised that for the return trip Dick sticks close to them, chattering nonstop, and generally being a great distraction for both Tim and Jason. When they arrive at Mrs. Miller’s apartment, Jason seems reluctant to go back inside. Tim doesn’t really know what to do or say. He knows from experience how much useless platitudes just seem to hurt more.

 Dick, on the other hand, seems to know exactly what to say. He wraps Jason in a tight embrace and forces Jason’s head down onto his shoulder when tears start to form in the other boy’s eyes once more. “I know it’s hard, but we’re here for you, okay? You can call either of us any time. We’ll always answer, no matter what.”

 Jason hugs Dick back and nods. “Should…should I tell Mrs. Miller?”

 Tim’s relieved to finally be asked a question that he can easily answer. “That’s entirely up to you. If you want to tell her, then feel free. However, if you don’t…well, you can always talk to us about it.”

 Jason sniffs once before running his forearm across his eyes, swiping away the remaining tears. He gives himself a few moments to compose himself before waving at them both. “I should get back inside.”

 Dick gives Jason one last hug, and then practically forces the other boy to promise to call them. Once they’re both certain Jason’s inside Mrs. Miller’s apartment, and he’s not going to run off, Tim lets out a relieved sigh. The night has been a trying one, but Tim doesn’t think it could have possibly gone any better.

 Tim gives himself a moment to just relax before turning towards Dick. “Wanna patrol a little before we head back?”

 The smile that overtakes Dick face is answer enough, but the kid still lets out an excited, “Yes!”

 They make their way to the roof in silence and take off in the opposite direction of the safe house. At first, patrol looks like it’s going to be rather quiet. They stop a few purse snatchers and a few attempted car thefts with minimal effort. Tim’s actually relieved that the evening is turning out to be an easy one, given the long day that he’s had so far. He’s just about to suggest that the two of them head back to the HQ when they hear the distinct sound of glass shattering and screams. The commotion is happening mere blocks from where they’ve paused to rest. Tim watches as people flee the area with a sinking feeling.

 There are too many panicked civilians running away for the commotion to be caused by a simple break in. He motions for Robin to stay close to him as they make their way to higher ground. Tim refuses to jump into whatever is going on without seeing the scope of the problem first. However, it only takes a simple glance at the two groups tearing into each other to know that a gang turf war has just broken out. Normally this is about the time when Tim would call for back-up, but he doesn’t think the team would be a good choice for this.

 They might have improved drastically in a lot of areas since he’s been here, but the fact remains that this type of problem requires more team work and subtly than the team is strictly accustomed to as of right now. Besides, invulnerable and super powered teens or not, Tim won’t endanger the team for a Gotham problem when he has Robin beside him. Still, Tim finds it hard to ignore the voice in the back of his head, which sounds noticeably like Alfred, telling him to call Batman…or literally anyone.

 The only problem with that plan being that Batman is currently with the JL, and if Tim calls him away from the Justice League for an admittedly small gang turf war, he can pretty much kiss all progress he’s made with proving himself goodbye. Still, the prospect of entering said turf war with only Robin at his back leaves Tim feeling like the first time that he went on a mission with Damian. In other words, no good can come from this, and this is going to somehow end up being Tim’s fault.

 Both gangs are relatively small, all things considered. They should have enough smoke bombs and batarangs between them to section off smaller groups from both gangs and take them out quickly and efficiently. If they stick to the shadows, move quickly, and stay focused on their own groups while the main gang members are distracted by trying to kill each other, the two of them should be able to end this with minimal damage all around. Tim turns to relay his plan to Robin, only to find Dick already leaping off of the roof, and heading straight for the middle of everything.

 Tim dives off of the building the moment that he finishes calculating Dick’s trajectory. He curses his own stupidity. Tim knows that he has no one to blame for Dick’s actions but himself. He’s known this Dick Grayson long enough to know how impulsive he is, and instead of addressing the issue the way that he should have weeks ago, Tim has been running around, sticking his nose in everyone else’s business. He’s been promising himself that he was going to work on Dick’s lack of patience for seemingly forever now, and instead he put it off, and now his irresponsible otiosity is most likely going to get them both killed.

 Tim lands a mere second after Robin. He’s able to force Dick into a crouch and throw his cape over both of them as bullets slice through the air. He has to find them an exit, but it’s going to be rather difficult with both gangs now working in tandem to end their lives. Tim’s done a thorough examination of Robin’s current suit, enough to know that Tim’s cape is far more efficient when it comes to absorbing the impact of bullets than Dick’s, so Tim gestures for Dick to throw down a smoke bomb as he does his best to keep them both covered.

 Tim knows that the moment the smoke bomb hits the ground both sides are going to start firing wildly, and keeping them both properly covered with his cape won’t be an option, so, as soon as Dick’s fingers reach into his belt, Tim reaches up to undo his cape. Before the smoke bomb even hits the ground, Tim has his cape secured around Robin. He can tell that Dick wants to protest, but now really isn’t the time. Tim all but shoves Dick toward shelter and gestures for him to get to the roof. Dick opens his mouth to protest, but one glare from Tim has him moving immediately.

 Tim knows that if he wants to give Robin adequate cover and a chance to get away, then he can’t follow, so he ducks and rolls and makes a break for another building on the other side of the street. Unfortunately, this means cutting straight across enemy lines with little to no cover for himself. Still, this isn’t the first time that Tim has done something extremely ill advised to save a Robin.

 In fact, it’s almost comforting in a sick kind of way, because this is the first time that Tim hasn’t questioned what he’s doing in the entire time that he’s been here. Something just sort of slots into place inside of Tim when he’s faced with impossible odds and a Robin in peril, and it makes him breathe easier. He doesn’t know why exactly, but this is the most relief that he’s felt since he’s arrived here. He’s got a theory that it’s because this is standard Red Robin behavior. The fact that the Robin in question is Dick Grayson instead of Damian is inconsequential.

 Tim crouches low, taking out his bo staff, and hitting anyone who gets in his way hard and fast. He doesn’t have the time, energy, supplies, or skill to take on both gangs at once, but he can make himself a clear path to his exit. It’s not pretty, and, if his own Dick Grayson was around, he’d certainly have something to say about the lack of finesse, but it’ll work, and right now that’s all Tim is looking for.

 His exit is within sight, but his sigh of relief is cut short as he’s brought to an abrupt halt by a small group of gang members, who have broken off from the main horde to surround him. Tim guesses he’s just lucky that the rest of the gang members are preoccupied with killing each other rather than attacking him. They omit the usual banter and immediately close in on him. Honestly, Tim is relieved that they skip the banter and go straight into fighting. At this juncture, it would just be a waste of time, and Tim really needs to find Dick and get back to the HQ before anything else can go wrong.

 The only upside about the gang members surrounding him like this is that none of them seem willing to use their guns for fear of hitting one of their friends. The downside, of course, is that guns aren’t the only weapons that they have on their personage. Tim manages to sweep the legs out from underneath one of his attackers with his bo staff only to have to roll away from another man swinging a pipe towards his head.

 He kicks out and disarms the guy with the pipe and is instantaneously hit in the side with a length of chain. The air rushes out of his lungs, but Tim manages to bring his bo staff around in enough time to avoid another hit. Unfortunately, the chain wraps around his bo staff, and the guy wielding the heavy chain is absolutely huge. Tim doesn’t bother trying to play tug of war to keep a hold of his weapon, knowing that the longer he focuses on this one opponent the more opportunity he gives the others.

 Tim blocks a kick to his diaphragm and spins away from a girl brandishing a machete. He all but throws another gang member into her and watches as they tumble to the ground in a fit of flailing limbs. A behemoth of a man rushes Tim from behind, and he barely manages to back flip over the guy and land on another gang member. The girl he landed on crumbles under his weight, but Tim’s moving before he even registers the flash of a blade.

 This gang member is different from the others. She isn’t brandishing any old weapon that she happened to find, and her skill with the butterfly knife is quite impressive. In fact, it’s impressive enough that Tim finds himself dodging her swift strikes and using nearly all of his energy to keep out of her range of attack. He flips and spins away, doing his best to stay close enough that none of the other gang members can grab him, but far enough away that she can’t lunge forward. He really wishes that he still had his bo staff in hand. As it stands, his options are limited. He’s tiring and Tim needs to end this soon, lest he slip up.

 There is a wall of gang members surrounding him and Tim knows that if he doesn’t deal with the girl with the knife soon, they’re gonna close in on him, and then he really will be out of options. However, he really only sees one way out of this, and it’s not a good exit. Tim grabs three batarangs and throws them at the girl. As expected, she dodges or blocks all of them, but she’s distracted just enough for Tim to make his move. He closes the distance between them, spins away from the slash of her blade, and makes a break for it.

 The girl is quicker than he thought, before Tim can launch himself over the remaining gang members toward the fire escape on the building; she’s in front of him again. Unfortunately, Tim can’t halt his forward progression, and this time her blade hits its mark dead on. Tim lets out a hiss of pain as the blade penetrates his tunic directly between his ribs. The pain is so sudden and intense that he nearly unfurls in the middle of his flip. It takes every ounce of his training to remain in position and then grab a hold of the fire escape. He can barely breathe as he scrambles up the fire escape and over the rooftops, but somehow he manages.

 Tim is certain that the gang members are following him, but he can’t focus on that right now. The only thing that he can think about is the burning agony ripping through his chest and the fact that he needs to find Robin. Tim’s feet pound against the rooftop as he doubles over in pain. He can barely stand and he can hardly breathe. He doesn’t even know where he’s going anymore. He just knows that he needs to get away. Tim makes the jump to the next rooftop and lands in a crumbled heap.

 His breath rasps out of his chest in short gasps. He attempts to get his feet underneath him, but every time he crashes back to the roof. Tim can’t move. He keeps trying and failing, and he doesn’t know what to do. He has to find Robin and get the hell out of here, but he can’t even catch his breath. Tim shuts his eyes tightly and tries to just breathe. Instead, he coughs and his entire body feels like it’s on fire with the effort. He scrambles to get to his knees, at least, but that only causes him more pain. Tim would laugh at the irony that a gang turf war on a different earth is what kills him, if he could just get enough breath to do so.

 The next thing that Tim knows there’s a small, firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him onto his back. He tries to open his eyes and focus on the figure in front of him, but his vision swims and darkens. “I found him, but I need help. It’s bad, B. You need to hurry.”

 Tim wants to tell whoever is talking not to bother. He knows the feeling of a pierced lung, and it’s not as if he’s exceptionally useful now, anyway. He couldn’t even protect Robin, which is just unforgivable. After all, this is entirely his own damn fault. He saw the problem with Robin and he didn’t bother to do anything about it. So, why should anyone care about him?

 Tim failed…failed the people here…failed his family back home…failed everyone. He wants so desperately to just let everything fade away, but he can’t. His mind races and Tim wonders why anyone would ever bother to think about him at all. After all, he’s not even from here. They don’t know him…not really, so they shouldn’t be concerned. Besides, it’s not as if he’s entirely certain that the people back home are even bothering to still think about him. It doesn’t make any sense to him. Why would anyone waste their time on him? He’s not even useful anymore.

“Red Robin, look at me. Come on, look at me. It’s gonna be okay. B’s on his way. You’re gonna be okay.”

 Tim tries to focus on the face in front of him one last time, but he can’t. His vision is blurry and he’s losing consciousness. Tim shakes his head as he does his best to say everything that he needs to say, but, instead, all that he can do is gasp out a weak, “Sorry.”

 The End (for now)