#I am going to also do the rest of the batboys because this was so fun and the idea of Bruce having a cubone is so perfect I must draw it

[artisicallya-rambo]

core four Pokémon trainers!

(all of these mons were picked purely based on vibes, i have not played this game since the DS)

[gay-dorito-dust]

can I request batboys with an s/o who shows affection with biting?

it’s kinda stupid, but it could be cute, or they’re weirded out.

I don’t know, whatever you think ❤️

Idk why but I like the idea of Tim absolutely reading people to filth, this might just be me but I like it.

Dick would yelp when you first bit him on the neck, instinctively pressing a hand there and look at you with a pout.

‘I know I’m an absolute snack but I didn’t think I’d see the day where you’d try and take a bite out of me.’ He whined as he rubbed his neck, feeling exactly where you bit him from the teeth marks and wetness you left behind.

He loves it when you bite him but he can’t help in being dramatic when your bite marks are left in the most visible places where anybody could see them and speculate.

‘What if people ask if I like being bit?’ Dick would gasp, looking at the marks through the mirror, whimpering slightly when lightly grazing them. ‘What if they think I like being marked?’

‘Well you obviously do because not once had you stopped me once from biting you. Not once.’ You replied from your place on the bed, looking up from your phone to stare at him through the reflective surface. ‘If anything I think I heard you whimper a few times whenever I bite your neck.’ You add, smirking upon seeing Dick’s face grow flustered.

Dick wouldn’t admit it but he did like it when you bit him, probably more then he should, but he loved the fact that whenever you bit him you were only reassuring him that he was yours and you were his, albeit in your own unique way of affection.

Jason would bite you back purely out of retaliation but it’s mainly on your cheek or shoulders that he bites.

He lives for the little yelps you give when he does bite down on your shoulder lightly, smirking like the cheeky shit he could be at times.

He’ll proudly display the bite marks to anyone who was getting too comfortable with him for his own liking, by pulling down the collar of his shirt and showing off your bite marks across his collar bone and says with his whole chest ‘I’m taken.’

Once you both were lying on bed and were just about ready to fall asleep, but your eyes honed in on his bare upper body, more specifically his big tiddies. Jason -who had just put down his book after finishing a chapter- gave you a look and said ‘don’t you fucking dare-‘ but it was already too late as you opened your mouth and bite down on his left tiddy, staying there for a good deal of time.

Jason only sighs and pets your head, pressing a kiss there and whispers. ‘What am I going to do with you?’ To which you respond cheekily with. ‘Love me?’

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘I can think of a few ways to do that.’ But before you could ask what he meant with that, he then proceeded to bite down your neck, causing you to squeak.

However when Jason bites you, it looks at though you’ve been bites by a fucking vampire, mainly because he’s got four distinctly sharp dentures and you had developed somewhat a love/hate relationship with it, much to Jason’s amusement.

‘Hey! You do it to me so why shouldn’t I do it to you?’ He’d say with his hands raised but a smile on his face and mischievous glint in his eyes. He loves it more than he lets on, he just likes to meet you on equal footing.

He calls you his little piranha.

Tim would look at you as if to say ‘are you done?’

He’s perpetually tired from everything, so you biting him to show affection doesn’t phase him in the slightest.

You could bite his bicep and he’d be like ‘love you too you menace.’ Before taking a sip from his mug as he went about the rest of his day, uncaring of the bite mark already forming on his bicep.

However whenever Tim feels as though he’s missing you, he’d just brush his fingers over the bite mark and remind himself that you were waiting for him to come back…and probably bite him as a way to show him that you missed him also, but he really didn’t mind.

If anything his only request is that you don’t bite him anywhere his brothers could see them, they’ve already teased him enough about being with you that seeing a single bite mark would send them into utter insanity. They’d would never him live it down and would forever tease him into hell and back for it, especially Damian and Jason.

Even if you did accidentally leave a bite mark on a viable part of him and someone teases him for it, all he has for do is look them in the eye and say ‘at least I got someone who makes me really happy, and who isn’t afraid of showing me that they love me just as equally without feeling ashamed.’ He stops and looks them over with a look. ‘Which is more than I can say for you, the only real relationship you have is with a box of tissues, lube and a shitty computer system that’s on the verge of collapse.’ He adds before stalking off, leaving the person to wonder how Tim knew about the shitty computer, a shitty computer that was currently being held together by duck tape of all things.

All in all, Tim doesn’t mind you biting him in a display of affection, just don’t do so in areas where his family will take notice of and start asking really uncomfortable questions…

[auroreliis]

Honestly if I was batsis I'd pretend to have a crush on the batboys close friends(excluding Damian because he and Jon are still babies) just to annoy them. Jason bring Roy over? Suddenly I'm very interested in his tattoo's and I want to know all about archery. I catch kon in the kitchen in Tim? Suddenly i'm very into the conversation they're having and am making eye contact a lot with Kon. I feel liked they'd do something like this; Batsis: You know I really like your tattoos. Roy: Oh thanks. Jason: ... You gotta go, like, now. Roy: What-

Brilliant, anon!! What a great idea!! This was very fun to write :)

(don't mind the spelling mistakes please lol. i am tired out of my mind)

For starters, when Bruce first introduced the members of the Justice League to you (it took a lot of convincing), you just couldn’t help but flirt with them.

I mean, just LOOK at Aquaman. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you felt a spark. He hadn’t noticed you staring, but surely he had felt it too. Bruce, however, had noticed you staring. He didn’t seem particularly amused, almost as though he saw you daydreaming about your wedding with Aquaman. Just when you were making your way over to them, Bruce scowled and swiftly led Aquaman away. After that, you never saw him ever again…

Or that one time when Green Lantern came over. Wow. What a man. You didn’t waste a second walking up to him and introducing yourself. The giggles you were suppressing nearly slipped out after you saw Bruce’s eye twitch. Green Lantern entertained your advances, though you knew he wasn’t interested in you. Whenever Bruce started with his, “Hal. We should leave”, you would always interrupt him with more questions directed at Hal.

“So…do you like pasta? I’m actually really good at making it. You should come over, you know? I could treat you!” You all but winked at him.

Hal found it very interesting, don’t get him wrong, he thought you were very funny, but when Bruce is standing right there beside him, he felt…intimidated. So intimidated, in fact, that he can barely reply to your questions.

“Oh…um…” he nervously glanced at Bruce. “Green. You know what, kid? Your father and I have some business to attend to…so…see you next time. Good luck with the um…yeah, never mind.”

Hal sped off, leaving you and Bruce alone. You had been in the mood to laugh until your father turned to you with a serious expression. Suddenly you weren’t in the mood to laugh anymore. To put it simply, it was a clear warning: Don’t do it again, his look communicated.

Now, Constantine, he was fun to hang around with, likely because he isn’t as scared of Batman as the rest is. And also, he’s hot. “You are so cool, honestly. It’s really impressive how often you’ve escaped death”, you leaned against the wall. To be honest, you weren’t even listening to what he was saying, all you needed to hear was his strong English accent and little sprinkles of humor.

After some bribery, you had gotten Tim to tell you that Bruce was most concerned about you meeting Constantine. For some reason, you figured…

“So…I like older men, what about you?”, you batted your eyelashes at him. You didn’t have Bruce in your periphery, as you were focusing on John, but you could imagine him shaking in fury.

“Yeah, I like older men too”, he replied nonchalantly. Dammit, he got you. Well, he was a funny guy.

Bruce seemingly relaxed at that, but that’s not to say that he was satisfied with the interaction taking place. “You’re funny, are you single-”, you could barely finish your sentence before Dick dragged you away to spend time with you. Though, you believe that Bruce asked Dick to get you away just so you couldn’t talk to Constantine like that.

Bruce had way too many attractive friends. Well, almost all his friends were attractive: Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash…hell, even Martian Manhunter. I mean, he can read minds! Just imagine the potential…

“So, I heard you can read minds. Read mine right now”, your grin was…suspicious. Bruce couldn’t read minds like J’onn could, but he could imagine what you were thinking about. No, actually, he didn’t want to imagine it.

“J’onn.”, Bruce, ever so stern, called out and gestured towards the door. The J’onn in question had merely walked off in that direction silently, as though having understood Bruce’s point from one word. Martian Manhunter hadn’t read your mind that day, to your dismay. However, you had managed to make Bruce uncomfortable, so that was considered a win.

Dick himself had very attractive friends. Wally West, quite the flirt, was among them. Though, oddly enough, you had imagined him to be more flirty. It couldn’t be that Dick took a page out of Bruce’s book and told him to watch it, right?

“So, you’re fast, huh?”, you looked Wally up and down. “I happen to be”, Wally glanced at Dick.

“Okaayyyyy, Wally, you should leave”, Dick spoke with a strained smile.

“Yeah. Oh, by the way, what about the-”

“Now.”

Wally looked around awkwardly, “…right.”

And Raven—what a woman. Plus, Cyborg and Starfire filled your thoughts. Though Wally was the first and last friend of Dick’s you ever saw. A pity. He seemed to have learnt his lesson…

Now Roy Harper, Jason’s friend, was quite something. Tattoos? Archery? Hell yeah.

“Wow, so you like engineering books? Well, the manor has a huge variety. You should come by more often”, you smiled innocently.

“Um, actually, he will NOT be coming over ever again”, Jason frowned at your words.

“Why not?”, both you and Roy turned to Jason.

“BECAUSE I said so”, you and Roy made eye contact awkwardly.

“You”, Jason points at Roy, “Get out.”

“What? But you said you needed my he-”

“NOWWWW. Do NOT make me repeat myself.”

Yeah, Roy leaving was more awkward than anything else that had happened so far.

Jason didn’t have that many friends, as far as you knew at least. In other words: You would never see Roy ever again…

Now Tim, being charming himself, had many attractive friends.

For starters: Conner Kent.

You hadn’t had much contact with the Kents, however Conner had come over a few times. And wow. Despite being overly confident (and often obnoxious), he was very, very attractive. However, you have never talked to him. The reason? Tim makes sure he keeps you at arm’s length. In fact, you’re not sure you could ever find a way to interract with Tim’s friends…unless…

“Hey, Tim!”, Jason called out, “Bruce says you need to go to the cave right now.”

“What? But I have guests over…”, Tim eyes Jason suspiciously.

“I mean, if you wanna get in trouble with him, be my guest”, Jay raised his hands defensively.

“I-…fine. Conner, just a second, I will be right back. DO NOT move”, Tim sighs.

After Tim left, you shot Jason a thumbs-up and went to mingle with Superboy.

“Good evening. You must be Conner. I’ve heard a lot about you from Tim”, you say, taking it slow.

“Good evening! Hopefully you only heard good things!”, he grins.

“Oh, plenty of good things. Say, if you really can fly, then why don’t you take me for a ride? I haven’t ever seen the sky from…well, up in the sky”, you copied his grin.

“Ah, well, I would, really, but I’m not sure how Tim would feel, you know? I mean, he’s a bit of a-”, Conner started.

“A bit of a what.”, a new voice shocked the both of you.

Tim. Where the hell did he come from?

“I though I told you to leave if they started talking to you?”, Tim ignored you, only focusing on scolding Conner.

“Well, that would’ve been incredibly rude…”, Conner struggled to defend himself.

“You.”, Tim turns to you.

“Me?”, you said, though you weren’t scared of him anymore.

“Yes, you. What’s the big idea? Why did you pull that just to talk to Conner? I don’t know what you have planned, but forget it immediately. If you don’t leave right now, I’ll tell Bruce to reinstate the therapy sessions. Then you can explain to him why you enjoy sabotaging others so much.”

That was, quite frankly, terrifying. You hadn’t been this scared of Tim in a while.

Well, safe to say you won’t be doing this again…

[jasmines-library]

Anonymous said:

Live for your writing <3 I’ve read the batfam and I am quite literally obsessed

Could I ask for a piece about the batboys comforting batsis reader because she had/is having a panic attack? thank you so much!!! :D

Fight or Flight

Note: Hello lovely anon! I'm so glad you like my writing. You absolutely can, I hope you enjoy. Also I’m so sorry but I lost the original ask as my tumblr was acting up and I forgot to add tags the first time.

Warnings: Panic attacks, hurt/comfort kinda.

Word Count: 1k (short but sweet)

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

You had been feeling off all week. Not only was it Gotham’s busiest time of the year, which meant that you were constantly on your feet, but you also had a bunch of unfinished assignments to catch up on that were wearing you out. You had stupidly agreed to help Cass finish her assignments on top of your own and the load was becoming overbearing. On top of that, you didn’t have the heart to tell her that you couldn’t do them, which completely added to your stress level as it now meant you had to find the time to finish all of the paperwork.

You were still feeling overwhelmed as you suited up for patrol. You were out with your four brothers and you knew that the night would be busy. Gotham always was this time of year. The five of you had already stopped a few petty crimes and were making your way through the city. The silence that fell over the five of you allowed your mind to wander and you quickly became worked up over your increasingly large to-do-list and you began to hyperventilate. You just wanted to leave, but you knew you couldn’t. Conflicted, your heart began to beat faster and faster and your breathing got shallow and shallower like someone was cutting off your supply and-

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your chest was rising and falling in quick, sharp breaths as you tried to take in air that refused to come. Ridden with panic your body was completely tense as you fell behind your brothers, stopping in your tracks to clutch as your constricting chest. Trying to blink away the flood of tears that just fell heavier, you leaned against the wall. This only made you panic more as you knew that you needed to keep going with the patrol.

Dick had noticed that you had fallen behind. His trained ears noticed the absence of your light and smaller paced steps that contrasted against his and his brothers. He slowed his pace as he glanced behind him to try and spot you. The vigilantes eyes widened when he saw you clutching your chest and leaning desperately against the wall and for a heart-wrenching moment he thought that you had been injured. Turning on his heel he sprinted back toward you alerting your brothers who all followed quickly after seeing the cause of Dick’s sudden change in demeanour.

When they reached you, after what felt like too long but was actually only a matter of seconds covered by long strides, Tim was quick to search you for injury only to come back looking confused with his eyebrows turned down when he found you seemingly unscathed.

“What’s the matter, kid?” He asked frantically “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and tried to give him an answer but all that came out was a ragged sob as you continued to clutch at your chest. Your heart pounded in your chest as you shook, surrounded by your brothers, and suddenly Damian clocked what was happening.

“She’s having a panic attack.”

You nodded somewhat recognisably as your brother's high alert switched off somewhat. Jason took your hands gently, moving them away from your suit that you were clutching and held them gently in his. He then eased you to the floor and crouched in front of you.

“Hey, Y/N/N. Look at me. You’re okay.”

The sound of his gentle voice and the feeling of his leather gloves in your hand grounded you somewhat and you managed to get your eyes to stop looking around sporadically and to focus on him.

“Good. Now deep breaths.” He moved your hand so that it rested over his chest to allow you to feel his steady rhythm.

“In and out, Little Wing. Follow Hood.” Dick added. He was still hovering over you anxiously as Jason tried to calm you down.

As you followed your brother's breathing, you found yours gradually slowing until it somewhat was back to normal.

Damian made his way over and sat down beside you to offer you some comfort. You were feeling slightly dizzy, and noticing he signalled for Dick to grab you some water from his pack. Damian took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re okay, sis.”

You sniffled, wiping away the last of your onslaught of tears. “Sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Wing.” Tim told you. “It happens to the best of us.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Dick added. “I’ve totally freaked out during a mission before. We all have. In fact, just last week Damian-”

“Tt. We don’t need to talk about that.” Damian chided, rolling his eyes.

There was a moment of tender silence as you regained your composure before Jason asked:

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged at them, bringing your knees to your chest. “I don’t really know what happened… I guess I’ve just had a bad feeling about tonight and I’ve been so stressed about all of my assignments I still need to write up. I guess it just all caught up to me at the wrong time.”

“Oh kid. I’m sorry none of us have been around to help. We’ve been so caught up in our own stuff that we’ve failed to notice that you might need help too.” Dick told you.

“How about we get you home so you can relax? Hm?”

“But…what about patrol?” You asked, voice raising an octave as you began to panic a little again “We can’t just miss it!”

“Bruce will understand.” Tim reassured you.

“And we’ll help you finish your assignments.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” You protested.

“We’re your brothers, kiddo. It’s what we’re here for.”

[readychilledwine]

Bound by Fate pt 8

Summary - When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns that everything is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings - Violence, a tiny dragon, Elain being mean, sappy batboys trying to get their Kaylee home

A/n - Sheeeeees baaaaaack. I cut this into a part 8 and part 9 because I felt the ending was dramatic enough alone. Also, I am hoping I got all of you on the taglist, but please let me know if you want to be added or if I missed you. I am hitting my tag limit with this story, so I apologize for the reblog that's about to come.

Also, thank you @sarawritestories for cheering me on through my love hate relationship with this chapter

Series Masterlist ✨️ Azriel Masterlist ✨️ Master Masterlist

Azriel had never felt more broken than he did right now.

She was lonely.

His mate was lonely.

He moved to her slowly, kneeling before her and stroking her cheek. “Let me take you home, Kaylee. It's going to get too cold here. You hate being cold.”

Kaylee wouldn't look at him. She didn't move from his touch, but she didn't acknowledge him either. It stung him to his core to see her like this. “Kaylee, starlight, please, come home. I will bring you back tomorrow if I must, just please come home.”

“Did you do it?” 

Azriel knew immediately what she meant. His stomach dropped as he got closer, finally feeling her soft skin under his. “No. I never touched her. You are mine, Kaylee. I am yours." He took her chin in his hand, forcing her face to his. "You are the only female I will ever want. I've waited over 500 years for you.”

And those long years wishing to the lost souls during Starfall and to every twinkling piece of starlight felt so miniscule now. What was 500 years compared to the eternity he was fated to have with Kaylee. Beautiful, kind, and innocent Kaylee. “I would never risk losing you.”  He almost jumped as the drake huffed, golden brown eyes opening to stare at the 3 males before snuggling into Kaylee. 

Azriel tentatively reached out, patting the nose of the beast resting his head in Kaylee's lap. “He is fairly attached to you already.” 

“Can you blame him?” Cassian took a small step towards Kaylee, gently tilting her head up. “Have you ever met someone like our Kaylee?”

Rhysand then moved closer to. “Such pure souls are rare. And it appears we all made a mistake while dealing with this one.” His hand brushed her golden hair back. “Come home, little sister.”

She shook her head, eyes watering as she snuggled into the drake's snoot and kissed it. “He is so lonely.” Another soft huff came. Then, the scent of magic. Where a large drake once laid, a small one now sat in Kaylee's hands. Wide blue eyes turned to Rhysand, a pout already forming and triggering a distant memory he didn't dare linger on for too long. “Can we keep him?” 

An otter, a drake, a rabbit, a fox. Azriel had lost track of the animals sneaking into Kaylee's room to join her as she slept soundly in his arms. She had never said she forgave him, never asked for more of an explanation, but she knew she did not want him to leave again. She knew she wanted him in her bed, even if a small scaled creature now shared her pillow. 

He pulled her close, breathing in her freshly cleaned hair. The scent of strawberries was clinging to her, but it was not her. Her natural scent had started to change, and Azriel could not complain. It now reminded him of a soft rain mixing with lilac, as if she was becoming nature itself.

He smiled as she turned over, hooking her leg over his. He pulled her closer, sighing softly at the same time she did. For the first time since she left with Lucien, Azriel found himself drifting off to sleep. Even if a creature he should have feared was currently crawling onto his mate and curling up on her side near him. 

Kaylee hated mornings, but she especially hated waking up alone after asking her mate to stay. As if he knew, Azriel walked into the room a tray in his hands as gray pants rested low on his hips. “Good morning,” he sent a small plate on the floor, watching as the unnamed drake went to the raw meat. His attention was then solely on her as he set the tray down and offered her his arm, leading her to the sitting area of her lavish room. 

Rhys had decorated it with pillows and throw blankets. She remembered him sparkling with pride as the mix of deep blues and golds, as if decorating so simply was a difficult task. She has praised him nonetheless, cherishing the budding relationship with her new big brother, and somehow sensing he needed a little sister to tell him how fantastic he truly was. She did just notice, though, how they matched Azriel's siphons. “This doesn't count as accepting the bond, right?”

Azriel chuckled softly as he gave Kaylee oatmeal and fruits, “Not unless you plan on feeding or serving me. Do you want to talk now or eat first?” They both jumped as the sound of blowing fire filled the room before a heavy munching noise. “Well that answers that question.”

He watched her as she ate. He memorized little things. How she swayed when she ate. How her nose would crinkle, smile going wide when she tasted something she was really enjoying. How her mouth would twitch when she smelled things. “You understand now why we wouldn't eat your food?”

Kaylee smiled as she rolled her eyes, “I cooked that meal.”

He clocked her nose twitch, noting it for later. “You did? Is that a preview of my future? Because if it is, I will prepare my own mating meal and just have you serve it."

Her jaw fell open before she threw a grape at him. “You are so mean.” 

“Tasted like shit.”

“Then I guess it's good I didn't actually make it.”

“Thank the Mother. I was concerned for my stomach." Kaylee smiled before leaning in to kiss bis cheek. "

Your nose twitches when you lie.” He watched her face fall slightly. “I noticed it when you told Feyre you would be okay after that first dinner. Then again, when she left after the first meeting. You also dance when you eat. When you sleep, your legs move until you find the perfect spot for them.”

Kaylee felt herself flushing, hearing all his little observations of her smallest habits, and Azriel smirked before he continued. “You whisper when you read, sounding out each word until you know you're correct. That's how we realized you couldn't read. You braid your hair when you get nervous. Rhys found that one for me as he was teaching you. You do all these simple little things that make me believe you are the most beautiful precious thing.” 

He grabbed her hands, holding them in his own. “I am sorry.” She nodded, brows raising to indicate to continue. He noted that as well, predicted this would not be his last apology to his mate. “I allowed myself to put duty before you, and it put us in a situation where you felt I was someone you could no longer trust. Rhysand and I have discussed his part in this, and he will apologize later, but my part hurt you more.” 

Kaylee felt herself losing her will to hold on to what little anger she had as he moved, kneeling before her. “I am sorry I was ever in her room. I am sorry I was too shocked to leave. I am sorry I did not speak with you right away that morning.”

“It's okay.” She could hardly blink before he kneeled for her. “Az-”

“It's not okay, Kaylee.” He listened to her heart as he touched her lower thighs. “I hurt you. I failed to protect you. I failed you as your mate.”

“Azriel-”

“Let me finish.” He brushed the tears falling on her face and sighed. “My job as your mate is to ensure you feel loved, that you are safe, and that you know we are equals in everything. I have allowed myself to be pulled away from you, and you needed me much more than your sisters did, didn't you?”

Kaylee looked to the ceiling, the door, anywhere but the male who she knew could feel every raw emotion she had. He squeezed her thighs softly, bringing her back to him. “Your silence is enough of an answer for me to know I have failed you. If you believe I am worthy of a third chance, I will not fail you again. I will be a male worthy of your love.” She was silent, too stunned to speak. “Kaylee, my love, please.”

Kaylee had to admit, Azriel looked pretty on his knees. He looked pretty begging for forgiveness over something that he didn't do. Over something she was learned was planned by her own sisters. 

Azriel kissed her palms, holding her hands so tightly it was as if he feared she'd disappear like the wind. "Whatever I have to do, whatever you need me to be, whatever you need. I will do anything to be worthy of holding you again. Kaylee, please." 

Kaylee just sighed, cupping his cheek as she did and stared into those desperate hazel eyes. “We have two weeks to put a strong united front.” He nodded in agreement, but his brows knit in confusion over the statement. “I want to also have a better relationship with you within two weeks. Just to shove it to Eris. But that also means you have to allow me to do something first.” He jumped her without hesitation, crashing her lips to his and delighting in her laughter. 

He would give Kaylee the world, live and breathe solely for the purpose of her happiness, and now he had to prove it.

Dinner that night was silent as Kaylee watched Elain watching Azriel. He had not left Kaylee's side since long slow kisses were shared in her room. They had only stopped when Rhys and Feyre came, knocking on the door after their late breakfast. The Lord and Lady laughed as Kaylee answered the door, hair a tangled mess from Azriel's hands while he laid panting on her bed in a state of bliss. 

He had not even left her as Rhysand trained her powers, watching as she called forth every beast and creature in her collection and communicated with them. Her powers had grown quickly, almost too quickly. The warning was still visible on her discolored fingers.

Kaylee had access to levels of magic that had not been granted since the first fae, levels that were hand given out by the Gods to their chosen few and carrying along those bloodlines in the rarest form. Lucien's warning rang in his and Rhysand's head, a warning of the former tamer who turned more beast than fae before walking off into the forest to never been seen again. 

It festered in the thoughts of both males as they communicated silently, involving Amren as they all looked to the youngest sister's discolored fingertips. It's as if the magic I'd eating at her body, Amren was studying her like a hawk. I will look into the Books.

Kaylee cut into her potato, smiling slightly as Azriel traded her steamed vegetables for the serving of meat she had not touched. “Kaylee, we're going to have to find a way to supplement proteins in your diet.”

Nesta shook her head and spoke softly, “She will get over it.” Nesta had been Kaylee's first fight since learning the truth. Her oldest sister had folded immediately. All cattiness out of her body as soon as they were alone together. Broken together.

And Nesta was broken. A simple fact Kaylee had known for a while. Her oldest sister had not thought of the consequences. She had just wanted Kaylee to hurt as much as she was, and watching her thrive, watching her grow, it had been too much. Kaylee allowed Nesta to hold her to whisper each apology. An apology for not protecting her, for what happened to them, for failing as a sister, and Kaylee accepted each one. It was a side of Nesta reserved only for Kaylee. The side of Nesta she told Cassian about and prayed had not been stolen from them. 

Nesta smiled to Kaylee, “She did this even when we were-” the sentence trailed off with the fond memory. “Azriel, the earring you bought Kaylee are lovely.”

“They are, aren't they?” Rhys moved to brush blonde hair behind a pointed ear. “They work well with the sapphires.” Small diamond twinkled next to the earring Azriel had given her before the Cauldron, sparkling in the light and showing off her newest piercing. 

Azriel maintained his mask, but moved a hand to her thigh under the table. “Only the best for my mate.” 

“And if she doesn't actually want you?” The question hung in the air. “Or if you don't truly want her? You two are forced together. Do you not deserve a choice, Azriel?"

“Elain,” Lucien's warning was a whisper. “Thread carefully.”

Lucien watched as the young Archeron put her silverware down. He watched her take out those mentioned earrings as everything paused as Feyre moved closer to Rhysand and away from Elain. 

“Mother fuck!” Cassian jumped back as Kaylee jumped Elain and chaos ensued. Nesta was the first to her two younger sisters, trying to pull the small wild animal that had taken Kaylee's place off of Elain as Mor and Amren watched with amused smiles. Rhys was next, touching Nesta's shoulder, stating he would handle it, only to be met with a well placed elbow from the now smirking eldest sister.

Azriel and Lucien stared at each other, both rapidly motioning for the other to do something as Kaylee landed a solid punch on Elain's shoulder. "You first. I insist," Lucien motioned towards them. "I already am missing one eye. I would like to keep the other." It was instantly noted by all in the room how the youngest sister was refusing to truly hurt Elain, to damage her more as tears of frustration and anger poured down Kaylee's face.

It was Cassian who finally took the youngest, throwing her over her shoulder and leaving the room with her. Kaylee watched each of his graceful steps, knowing where they were going as she clung to his leathers crying. He sunk her into the training ring, stepping back a few feet before getting into a stance and nodding. 

He braced himself for her sloppy attacks, knowing more than anything to cover his face, but knowing this was nothing. This was nothing compared to her anger when she first woke up. The only difference between the Kaylee before him and the one who begged to be trained was precision. He saw his opening, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her back to his chest. “Breathe, Kaylee.” He kissed the back of her head as her thrashing stopped. “Just breathe.” 

She could not see Cassian as the sobs slowed. She could not see the concern on his face as he looked to the skies.

Flying there in its full glory, circling above them like a predator searching for prey, was her drake, and Cassian was just hoping he, and no one in Velaris, was about to be it's next meal.

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[sodapopwrites]

the first sign of fall chapter seven: just you

college au. the batboys are bartenders. so is the reader. they also play hockey.

pairings - eris vanserra x reader

summary - you and eris finally start over. for real this time.

word count - 2.5k

a/n - i am a lucien and eris good relationship truther. i want them to be friends so bad. also this might be the last official chapter in this series. but i'm going to write a bunch of blurbs/shorts for this series because we all deserve to see them happy and see their actual relationship.

read the rest of the series here!

Eris paced back and forth through his room. His hands ran through his already tousled hair, his pants hung loosely around his hips, and he was wearing one shoe. Lucien leaned lightly on the door frame, watching his brother pace with crossed arms and an all too bemused expression. 

“Why are you nervous?” 

“Why do you think Lucien?” 

Lucien scoffed and shrugged, “I mean it’s not like you’ve never met this girl. You guys were basically together for like two months or something.” 

Eris shook his head vigorously and stopped his pacing, only to stare blankly at his closet. 

“It’s different now.” 

“It is.” Lucien agreed slowly, “But probably better.” 

Eris muttered something completely inaudible under his breath as he reached for a shirt. A deep shade of red. You always told him that shade of red made his skin look “positively royal” whatever that was supposed to mean. He smiled at the thought. The way your fingers would trail over his cheekbones. Your hushed whispers against his skin, like freshly fallen snow. He shrugged the shirt on and tilted his head in slight agreement at his brother's words. 

“Maybe.” 

Lucien sighed and started to rummage through Eris’ closet for the missing shoe. Finding it and holding it aloft he said, 

“Definitely. It’s real this time.” 

He clasped Eris’ shoulder and gave him the most reassuring look he could muster. The slight panic etched across his older brother’s features almost unrecognizable. Like it had never graced the features before. Like the feeling was utterly uncommon. Lucien supposed it was. He had never seen his brother panic this way over a girl. Now to think of it, he had never seen Eris feel this much for someone. Put this much effort in. It was real this time. 

★ ★ ★

“I cannot believe this is why you called me here.” 

Cassian huffed from his perch on your bed. Once again he found himself watching you get dressed. Your clothes scattered across your bedroom floor. Your hair thrown up into maybe the worst ponytail he’d ever seen. And you weren’t wearing any pants. 

“I need your opinion. You have yet to fail me when it comes to outfit decision making Cassian.” 

He shook his head slowly and gave you a short once over, “Well…I would start with pants. Unless this is some sort of….statement you’re trying to make.” 

He waved his hand over your disheveled form and snickered softly at your indignation. 

“It’s not a statement, asshole. I just have no idea what we’re doing because that douchebag won’t tell me.” 

Cassian tilted his head to the side, “So wear something casual.” 

You started tossing clothes around your floor, hunting for something, but not sure of what. 

“No I can’t.” A shirt nearly hit Cassian in the face as you said, “Because what if he takes me somewhere really nice.” 

Cassian finally stood. Meeting you in the center of the room. He pushed you aside lightly as he headed for your closet. He perused it lazily, eventually reaching for a hanger and handing it to you. You took it, staring down at the black dress he had picked out, and raising an eyebrow in disbelief. 

“What if this is too dressy.” 

Your friend’s shoulders slumped and he brought a hand up to his forehead, rubbing his temples lightly. 

“Woman…you make my head hurt.” 

��BUT WHAT IF?” 

“Good lord. Then I don’t know.” He turned back to the closet pulling out one of your knit sweaters and shoved it towards you, “throw this on over it and wear it with sneakers or something. Then it can go from casual to dressy or vice versa.” 

His hands sat on his hips expectantly as you thought it over. Slowly you gave him a nod and he sighed in relief, falling back onto your bed, and watching you change. Once you’d shimmied into the dress, slid on some tights, and pulled the sweater over your head you turned to him. Waiting for final approval. He pointed to your hair and wrinkled his nose. 

You huffed and walked to your mirror, pulling your hair out from the hair tie that barely secured it. Running your fingers through it to smooth it out slightly. You tilted your head, examining your appearance. You looked nice. Really nice. Damn Cassian. He shouldn’t be able to be right about this sort of thing. You would have called Mor, but she would have put you in something all too short and all too tight. This was the right kind of outfit. Dressy but cozy. The sweater was a warm shade of red that screamed late days of autumn. 

You pulled on your pair of beat up converse. Your nice ones still at Eris’ house. You wondered if he’d gotten rid of them. But with how things were shaping up, maybe he hadn’t. A knock echoes from the front door through your apartment. You turn to Cassian, nervous now more than ever. 

“It’s gonna be fine.” He offered you. His voice soft and quiet as he stood to follow you to the door. 

You pulled the heavy wooden door open and there he was. Eris Vanserra. 

His auburn hair soft and neatly brushed into a look that was just messy enough that you might think he didn’t care about his hair. A few fiery strands falling over his forehead. You used to love to brush them gently away from his eyes. His skin like porcelain against the deep red of his sweater and the chocolatey brown of his jacket. He looked so polished. Like he always did, but slightly different. His slacks ironed to a tee. A perfectly clean crease in them. His watch glinting slightly from under the cuff of his jacket. His smile sneaking its way across his features as he took you in, completely ignoring Cassian towering behind you like a concerned parent. 

You inhale deeply before saying, “Huh. Seemingly routine dating clothes.” 

He let out a breath of laughter, “You look lovely too.” 

You shake your head, “No I mean you look good, but how hard is it to look good when you know where you’re going?” 

Eris gently guided you from the door frame by your elbow and chuckled, “You look perfect.” 

“Perfect for what exactly?” You counter with a mockingly distrustful look on your face. He merely shook his head, holding fast to his secrecy as he herded you down the stairs. 

“HAVE HER BACK BY TEN.” Cassian called after you as Eris led you out of the building. You flipped him off over your shoulder and shook your head at Eris. 

★ ★ ★

He had been driving for maybe forty five minutes. Deeper and deeper into the countryside surrounding the campus. You sat in the passenger seat, trying not to fidget, trying not to ask too many questions about your whereabouts. But you couldn’t help yourself, 

“You can admit it if you’re lost, you know.” 

“I’m not lost” His voice was warm and full of amusement. He was enjoying your confusion. Your frustration at not knowing exactly what was about to happen. Finally relinquishing some control and letting him decide exactly where you were heading. 

“Are you going to kill me in the woods? Because like I get it. Believe me. But I really don’t think that murdering me in the wilderness is really the best way to start our second relationship, Eris.” 

He let out a low laugh but didn’t respond, only furthering your frustration, 

“Cassian saw me leave with you. He’ll notice I’m gone. He’ll rat you out so fast.” 

Finally Eris stopped the car. Pulling over at the top of a hillside overlooking the campus and the surrounding town. He stepped out of the car before walking around it to open your door, holding your hand as he guided you out. 

“I’m not going to kill you.” He said through a wide smile. 

You furrowed your brows and looked past him. Over the hillside. At the twinkling lights of the town. Everything brushed in the golden light it emitted. The glow only bringing out the reds and oranges of the trees. The end of fall had never looked so beautiful. The crease in your brows eased away at the sight. A small breath escaping your lips. Eris moved to stand behind you. Tentatively wrapping his arms around you and leaning against the hood of the car, pulling you to lean against him. 

“You like it?” He whispered 

You nod absentmindedly, almost not registering what exactly he said. Intoxicated by the closeness of him. The envelopment of his arms. The all encompassing comforting smell radiating from him. The sheer warmth of him. Wrapping around you in a loving embrace. It was like that warmth could seep into every crack of your heart and seer it back together. Maybe this time you’d let it. 

He reached a hand up, under your chin, and tilted your head upwards. Pointing now to the sky. Stars glittering down at you, constellations visible in the cloudless night. Constellations not so far off from the ones you’d mapped across his chest, connecting freckles like they were more important than any celestial light. And then you saw it. A bolt of light shooting across the sky. Followed by another. And another. 

Another gasp escaped you and you could almost sense Eris’ smile grow impossibly wider. You turned to face him. Your eyes glittering with the reflection of a thousand twinking stars. He wanted to get lost in them. Swim forever in that twinkling pool that lived beneath your lashes. But instead he shrugged half heartedly. Arms still wrapped around your waist. 

“I read there was going to be a meteor shower tonight…thought you’d want to see it.” 

You shook your head in disbelief, tilting your head up to once again look at the glowing spectacle in the sky. All he could look at was you. He didn’t care about the stars, about the shower, about any of it. The only way he wanted to see it was reflected in your eyes. In your smile, somehow brighter than any supernova he could ever imagine. It’s real this time. He watched your lips move in silent words. Unspoken but palpable. 

“Did you make a wish?”

You look back to him now and smile shyly. Nodding slowly. 

“What’d you wish for?” 

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” 

“You know why Eris.” 

He pursed his lips, “I never thought of you as superstitious.” 

“I just don’t want anything to stop it from coming true.” You admit. Quietly and quickly. 

Eris brought a hand to rest on your cheek. Brushing his thumb back and forth. He tilted his head slightly and looked to you for any sign of second thought, before leaning forwards and kissing you. Slowly and gently. Like he’d never done it before. Like he was exploring new territories. And he was a little. It’s real this time. 

★ ★ ★

“You killed my plants!” 

You exclaimed as you entered Eris’ apartment. The plants you had gifted him, sitting wilted on the window sill. He kicked off his shoes as the door clicked shut behind him. He shook his head and raised his hands in defense, 

“I mean technically you killed them” 

You swiveled, hands on your hips, indignance etched across your features, “Excuse me?” 

He tried to fight the laughter bubbling in his throat at the sight of you, “I mean you knew I wasn’t going to water them, and you left them here.” 

You slapped his shoulder as you pushed past him towards the kitchen. Rifling through the cabinets for a glass to fill with water. He watched you from the doorway. Moving about his kitchen like you had never left it. Weaving through his living room towards the dying plants like you had traced that path everyday. You watered them carefully, standing in front of them staring, as if waiting for them to spring back to life. 

“I think they’re goners love” 

“Shut up Eris.” 

That domestic annoyance in your tone. Something he hadn’t heard in weeks. Something he relished in. Your shoulders slumped as you realized he might be right. Turning to him now. Suddenly awkward. No task. Nothing to really  busy yourself with. Just you and him. Standing in his living room. A couple feet between you. And for the first time, you didn’t know what to do. Before it had been so easy. You come to his apartment. You hook up. You act like you’re not in love with him. You push everything down. You leave. You do it again. 

But now? 

He watches as you start to fiddle with the sleeve of your sweater. Your feet moving slightly from side to side. Avoiding his gaze. As if the heat of it might burn its way through your every defense. 

“You want a waffle?” 

“What?” Your tone genuinely surprised. Like you didn’t know what he was going to say, but you were certainly not expecting that. 

He shrugged, “I have the frozen waffles you like…you want one?” 

You smile and nod. Wondering if he had bought them just for today or if they were still there from the last time you had been there. 

You sat at his kitchen counter. Watching his back as he moved around the kitchen. Eyes meeting his as he finally turned and set a plate down in front of you. A waffle with peanut butter and honey sitting on your favorite plate. A little blue one with flowers painted along the rim. The plate he had stolen from his mother’s china cabinet before he moved out. 

And so you sat. Side by side at the kitchen counter. Passing the plate back and forth in comfortable silence. Familiarity seeping back into your movements. Refiguring. Learning to move with each other again. Easing yourselves into the warmth of each other's company. No secrets. No sneaking around. 

Finally Eris broke the silence, 

“So what was your wish?” 

You didn’t look at him. Opting instead to push the now empty plate around the countertop. Timidly you spoke, 

“Just you.” 

“Just me?” 

You met his eyes now. Earnest and raw. 

“Just you.” 

He extended an arm to rest across the back of your chair and smiled, 

“You scared?” 

His question was quiet, your response quieter, 

“Aren’t we all?” 

“I’m not” 

It was the truth. For the first time in his life. Eris Vanserra was looking love directly in the eye and the only thing he wanted was to get closer to it.

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Hey! I saw you were writing for Dick Grayson and I am a huge simp. 😭 I was wondering if you would write a fic where the reader is pregnant and stuff and ducks brothers want a boy but it ends up being a girl during the gender reveal. Just overall chaotic batfam :) thank you so so much

Baby Grayson ⥇ Dick Grayson × Pregnant!Female!Reader

trust me, im a simp for this man too. i have two McFarlene Toys of him and I love it lol. i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: batboys banter, i made harley be with Ivy sue me, selina and bruce are also a thing

Pregnancy was difficult, but thanks to your boyfriend and his brothers, it was a bit easier. However, they were a handful sometimes, especially when arguing about the gender of your baby.

"I have my bet on the little one being a boy!" Tim said with a grin on his face. "Well, Bruce does have some luck with boy, doesn't he?" You asked, causing the four boys to roll their eyes. "First of all, I'm the only one who is actually related to him by blood. The rest of them are not." Damian crossed his arms, and you chuckle at the young Wayne. "Relax, Damian. Plus, don't you already know the gender?" Dick raised a brow at his little brother, and he shook his head. "I gave the paper to dad since I knew Tim would try to get it out of me and well, Jason is sneaky, so he would've found the paper if he really wanted to know the gender."

Jason shrugged. "Probably a wise decision. Now that I know though, I might sneak around Bruce's room to find it." You shake your head. "Jason, you know he's smart. He probably gave it to Alfred or Selina." Jason groaned at your words, knowing you had a point. Dick snorted. "I wouldn't put it past him if he gave it to Harley. After her and that clown broke up and she's gotten with Ivy, she's nicer, but still bad."

"Master Bruce gave me the slip, gentlemen. However, he has instructed me to not say a word until he and Selina arrive from their outing." Damian rolled his eyes. "Why do we always have to wait? We've been waiting since we found out (Y/N) was pregnant and then we had to wait two more weeks because they're always away!"

"That could've been avoided if you didn't give me the sheet of paper, Damian." Bruce entered the living room with Selina by his side. "You feeling okay, (Y/N)?" You nodded. "Thanks Bruce. If anything, I'll send Dick to get me what I need." Jason snorted. "Walk him like a dog, (Y/N)!" All of you laughed and Bruce shook his head. "Well, since Selina, Alfred and I know the gender, I want to know what you all think?"

"Boy," the boys said in unison and you gasp at Dick. "Really?" He chuckled. "Yeah! Even if our baby isn't a boy, I'll love them anyway." You rolled your eyes. "Well, I don't care. As long as they're healthy, that's the only thing that matters to me." Bruce gives you a small smile. "That's good. Anyway, the boys are wrong. It's a girl." The boys' jaws dropped, and you smiled so hard, your cheeks began to hurt. "Congratulations Dick and (Y/N)! Dick, if you're going to teach her acrobatics, let her decide if she wants to be in this life, okay?" He nods. "You got my word, grandpa!" He chuckled. "Yeah, but this grandpa still got it, don't you think, Sel?" She giggled and nodded. "You got that right, babe." She winked at him and the boys gagged. "Oh grow up! Especially you Dick, you're literally going to be a father! I don't want to hear it from you!"

[im-da-bronx]

It would be super cool if different worlds had different unspoken rules for ghosts. like in Danny’s world ghosts could become fully corporeal at will and interact with their environment however they like, but in the DC universe, he can only interact with the objects around him if there’s nobody around/looking at them (much more like our own universe).

He could, in theory, become visible if he wanted to, but it would take a LOT of willpower, and he’s not used to that yet, because in his old world it was super easy to power up/down, and it’s a lot harder here (it’s the equivalent of trying to lift a super heavy weight without training). So the longer he remains in this universe, the stronger he gets simply by virtue of constantly exercising his power.

So, Alfred DOES start leaving food out for him, but he’s basically a house spirit atm, so he can’t eat it the way he normally does. He might be able to take bits and pieces, but it’s much more the thought and emotion behind the gesture that strengthens him (the same way that deities and spirits interact with offerings).

Danny can’t really do much at first in regards to cleaning up, it’s more like if Tim fell asleep in the library, the draft shifted the curtain to keep the sun out of his eyes, or if Dick has a nightmare, Danny can knock Zitka the stuffed elephant off of its shelf to wake up Dick from the nightmare, which then leads Dick to cuddle with Zitka for the rest of the night, preventing more nightmares.

But the longer Danny stays there, and the more he can help out, the more he can do. He gets stronger, either by acclimating to the world, or because of Alfred’s continuing belief and offerings. Now Danny can find a bookmark for Jason’s book AND sustain enough strength to put it away. He can straighten out wrinkles in the rug to prevent tripping, AND dust out the cobwebs in the vaulted ceilings and chandelier, AND close any cupboards the batboys forgot about, all in one day!

And, finally, after almost a year of living in Wayne Manor, he has enough strength to draw a small heart in sauce on one of the plates Alfred leaves for him.

Which prompts the alphabet magnets.

…

The batfam is baffled. Why does Alfred need alphabet magnets? If he needs to leave notes for the family, there are easier ways to do it. They rarely go in the kitchen, because that’s Alfred’s domain. But because it’s Alfreds domain, they also can’t prevent him from getting the magnets or using them however he’d like.

Danny is DELIGHTED. He can make words to talk with Alfred, and the magnets are big enough for his current level of ghostly fine (Not Actually Very Fine) motor skills!! Now he can practice EVEN MORE, but he can also talk to someone!

His very first message stops Alfred in his tracks.

I aM DAnNy

Alfred is absolutely delighted.

Later, when moving the alphabet magnets becomes super easy, Alfred gets those poetry magnets, and eventually he starts leaving note pads and pens around the manor. After the batfam discovers and subsequently adopts Danny [much to the chagrin of Bruce, who doesn’t trust this so-called ‘ghost’], they install a dry-erase message board in the kitchen for Danny, as well as one in the Cave. Danny has made it clear that he will not be interfering with their nightly activities, but he gladly uses the cave whiteboard to notify them of hot chocolate waiting in the kitchen, or to give them reminders before bed.

The installation of the kitchen message board has begun prompting the family to gather in the kitchen for snacks so they can socialize with Danny, instead of taking their bounty somewhere else in the manor and eating alone. And after both Alfred and Danny make it clear that violence and threats will not be tolerated at the table, snack and meal times become a wonderful neutral meeting ground for everybody, where they can talk about their day without worrying if someone is going to throw a knife at them.

Danny was enjoying himself. His new haunt was suprisingly spacious and came with lots of charges who needed protection and care.

The old butler guy, Alfred, seemed to at least have an idea of what was going on. He had been making extra food lately and leaving it out for Danny to eat in a secluded area. Danny always made sure to turn the plate invisible and sneak it back to his hidden passage panic room before he started eating.

In return, Danny made sure to do lots of chores around the manor. Intangibility and wind manipulation made dusting super easy if you knew how to use it right.

Danny also took his job as a guardian spirit seriously. He overheard the bats fighting about not wanting to be coddled on patrol and decided it was best to let them handle themselves outside of the manor. Danny himself hated when people stuck thier noses into his business.

Jazz had screwed him over countless times with her good intentions.

But the manor was different. This was his new haunt after his old one kicked him out. This family had invited him in whether they knew it or not. Also, since the Fentons and GIW don't exist in this world, they'd have a hell of a time kicking him out.

It's best not to let it come to that. So Danny had to make these people love him the way Amity Park never did.

The Wayne's however are rather dense. You would think them being the worlds greatest detectives would mean something, but they kept silently blaming each other for things happening around the manor until they couldn't.

A book being put away when they were done with it or their messes being cleaned up when they came back into a room could be easily explained by how many people lived there. The family entering the dining room, discussing what they were going to order for dinner since Alfred was gone for a week only to find a full meal waiting for them on the diner table? They couldn't brush that off.

None of them could cook.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Hey Gorgeous Daisy! 🌼

Loving the headcanons, especially modern Az! I couldn't make my mind up between my two headcanons asks.

1. Batboys growing up - I love when we get all three boys together and how we have heard about some of their antics growing up, and I do hope we learn more, but what did they get up to after Windhaven, what havoc did they wreck upon Velaris and the rest of the Night Court?

2. Adult Modern Nyx - This headcanons ask is a bit left field but your modern Az got me thinking...??

Please don't feel you need to do both, or either if they don't speak to you. Hope you have had a lovely day. 💗💗

hiiiiiiii, oh I love both. here we go

batboys growing up headcanons

boy, did they get drunk many times, completely shit-faced toppling over each other on their way home from Rita's

"you stepped on my fucking foot, Az."

"you hit my fricking arm, Cass"

and Rhys throwing up over the bridge somewhere in the background

crushing on the same girl, sorry but I can so see them spotting one pretty girl and all deciding that they want to be her boyfriend

and they would make complete fools out of themselves

Rhys would try to make his charm work, saying the cringiest things

"your eyes are like the sun burning down on us, like flames, you know. fire."

Cass would be flexing his muscles, removing his shirt when she is around, just because

and Az, would steal shy glances at her, and then quickly look away, blushing bright red

also I think they would be quite competitive, who can fly the widest? the highest? for the longest?

wingspan measuring

"you are cheating, Cass."

"am no, just because mine is the biggest."

"isn't, now hold your wings still"

Azriel cackling in the background

that is probably for earlier but those three had terrible voice cracks when in puberty, this is a fact

of course they were playboys

and remember that line in acosf – they did it in one room

not their finest moment, but they were closer after this than ever before haha

Cass and Az annoying and distracting Rhys when he had to study for becoming a high lord

they would mock him constantly "look at the little geek, bent over his books the whole day."

"so cute, little high lord, Rhysie."

the two idiots would also playfully poke him with his sword until he has enough, slams his books shut and joins them

at the same time the would also help and support Rhys all the way

and many nights they would spend with him, bent over books

and obviously, they would help him control his powers

letting him take out his anger when everything gets to much on them, sparring with him until the early morning hours

modern adult! Nyx

that is such an interesting request tbh

he would be a little cocky

even in a modern world Rhys and Feyre would be like majors of big cities and quite influential and obviously that make young Nyx a little arrogant at times

but he has inherited his good heart from his parents, so sometimes he just needs a reminder to be humble and then he is grounded

Nyx would be the one who immediately wants a car and motorbike like Az when he is old enough

"look at how cool, uncle Az is!"

so this is what he will get for his eighteenth birthday

and Nyx speeds and Feyre is worried as hell, Rhys as well

but he is also careful

he becomes a social media influencer, yes, posting about art and clothing

family before everything – even when no longer living with his parents he would still spend time with them most days of the week

a very close relationship with his whole family

having a hard time finding a girlfriend, because who really loves him and who just wants him for fame and attention

going to sports games with Cass, watching basketball or hockey

painting and drawing a lot in his free time, hoping to one day be able to sell his art

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

What I know about the batman characters based solely off osmosis from the mutuals

Batman - seems sad but actually loves people so so much. Is trying to help all the time. Isn't always very good at it. The writers screw him over regularly. Let this man rest please. Against murder so struggles with everyone else in this post because they all want to commit murder to a certain degree.

Dick Grayson - ok so here's the thing my title was slightly a lie I did watch the '60s batman show I am well aquainted with it, so I know about this boy. An icon. A legend. A Good Boy. Trying his best. Good at riddles. Now all grown up and has an absolutely terrible outfit. Oldest Sibling tm.

Jason - he died??? He came back?? And decided the way to deal with that was Murder? He doesn't have a good relationship with Batman but actually he does? The fans voted to kill him????? He's the only one I can tell apart from the others because he has some white hair so he's actually recognisable??? Angsty and sad but apparently not like that anymore????? Seems to have wildly varying characterisation??????

Tim - I know next to nothing about this boy. No one says anything about him. Vagely sure he had a mental break and started killing people at some point but tbh that's like 90% of people on this list so who knows. Named after a duck so that's all I can think about when I see him. Short??? Is that canon????

Barbara - so when I was younger Barbara was batgirl and ran around a lot but now she's in a wheelchair so I'm assuming there was an accident of some sort that messed up her spine/legs. Librarian and does cool library stuff. The Voice Of Reason (absolute lie).

Stephanie - another batgirl??? Blonde??? The least psychologically damaged of all of them perhaps??? Or just really really good at hiding it???? Very much like Tim re not being talked about as much so I'm assuming her storyline has less drama (read: doesn't actually die and then go off the rails and kill everyone).

Duke - I barely know this man exists I'm not even sure if that's the correct name. I think he might be new. Again seems chill. But what do I know. The mutuals never talk about him.

Cassandra - banging name. Child assassin? Raised to be an assassin? Murder parents???? Doesn't want to murder??? Sad about it all??? Emo girl?????? All I know about her is vibes I'm so sorry but the vibes seem cool.

Damien - actual son of Batman, literally related to him. Doesn't know how contractions work. Weird little kid should probably learn to hyperfixate on dinosaurs or something it would do him good. Hates other people. Shorter than Tim. Also wants to commit murder.

I am convinced there's another? There's another batboy of some sort??? But I can't for the life of me remember????? I'm so sorry

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

You Surprise him with Breakfast

batboys headcanons

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(A/N): I'm still stuck in another fandom, so I haven't been motivated to write DC content as of the moment, but I've been posting what I do have done so far. Thank you so much for the love recently; I am so grateful for every like and reblog.

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Dick Grayson:

He’s no cook, so you often make him a quick breakfast as you make yours in the morning

But this time, it was a surprise after he finally closed a case he’d been working on for weeks

Since he was out late, and you were already asleep by the time he got back, you knew he’d be sleeping later than usual which gave you time to enact your plans

You quickly made a batch of pancakes, the batter bright blue with food dye because you know it’d make him smile

He came out of your room when you were about ¾ of the way through, hair mussed and in only the sweatpants he slept in, and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head on your chin

He laughed at the blue, just like you hoped he would

Jason Todd:

He’s usually the chef out of the two of you, but this time, you wanted to surprise him

After a week of helping Roy in star city, he returned late at night and crashed before even taking a shower

While he was gone, you’d bought a mini waffle maker and waffle mix (technically it was pancake mix but the box said it could be used for waffles with a couple tweaks so why not) and the night before decided to surprise him with both the waffle maker and the waffles

You heard the shower turn on when you were just pouring the batter for the first waffle in the waffle maker, so by the time he came wandering into the kitchen, you really only had one semi-okay waffle to show for your efforts

He did offer to take over, but you insisted that you finish, and at the end of a half-hour, there were enough edible waffles to fed the both of you

They weren’t half bad if you said so yourself

“So, a waffle maker, huh?”

He couldn't keep the smile off his face.

Tim Drake:

After a week of trying (and failing) to get him to go to bed before he collapsed out of exhaustion, he finally crashed after completing his most recent case and sending it to over to the GCPD

You also may or may not have made him decaffeinated tea meant to help people sleep, and at that point you were pretty sure he was past caring about taste (you were right) so he drank it without a second thought and then passed out

You got up the next morning and resolved to make him something actually substantial for breakfast

In the end, it was just eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, and orange juice, but neither of you are really fantastic at cooking so it worked

You were trying to find a tray to bring the food to him when he wandered down, hair mussed and rubbing at his eyes, looking blindly for a cup of coffee

You’re pretty sure he didn’t even register the rest of the breakfast in front of him until he was halfway through his first cup, judging by the look on his face when you asked him what he thought

Damian Wayne:

He’d been injured recently, so he’d not been able to do as much as he liked, and was therefore frustrated and stuck mostly in his room

For you, it was an opportunity to do something for him, because he couldn't do too much snooping and/or ruin the surprise before you get up and actually do it

You prepped everything the night before, and in the morning got up and preheated the oven, then popped in a tray of the pillsbury ready-to-bake cinnamon rolls (or made them from scratch if you have that kind of talent and patience)

When they were baking, you made a quick fruit salad and grabbed a treat for Titus and put that on a tray with a couple glasses of orange juice

When the cinnamon rolls were done, you plated enough for the both of you and brought him the tray

The surprised look on his face was the best part of your day

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

A Failed Betrothal (5)

This is going to be the last part I am going to post in a while. My school is finally starting up again and I am sure to be swamped with homework. Without further ado. Enjoy ❤

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 4)

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Damian laid in bed, thinking about the recent turn of events. Lady, who told them that they can call her Marinette since they might as well get acquainted while the Waynes were in Paris. She had found out Jason’s identity after a few google searches and by extension, the rest of the Bats while they both were taking a shower. It had taken a few arguments and one sentimonster attack that cut one of the arguments short to trust the Dupain-Chengs with their secret identities. His bride was apparently a superhero too. Has been for a few years. In a different world, he might have actually dated her out of his own free will and fought crime with her together.

Damian shook his head at that thought.

That was the curse talking. Get a hold of yourself, Wayne. Resist. Don’t think about Marinette and her blue eyes.

Back to the akumas, Paris had been under the control of a magical terrorist for years. Lady Noire, formerly known as Ladybug, formed a team to battle against him. He also found out about the Guardian who chose Marinette and someone else, who wasn’t spoken about much except that his name was Chat Noir and she now wields his ring temporarily, to fight against Hawkmoth as partners. The same Guardian that promised her hand-in-marriage in exchange for protection from the League of Assassins. Sabine, the Blue Reaper, had to be restrained from killing the old amnesiatic man by her bear of a husband who was reluctant to do so and also wanted to help her.

Hawkmoth also had a partner who went by the name, Mayura, with a power similar to his and could create sentimonster out of negative emotions. Their top suspect was Gabriel Agreste, with much evidence pointing his way but they had difficulty trying to confirm it and had the time to gather evidence to do it. The local authorities were helpful but getting a search warrant for a famous, rich designer who was a known recluse with circumstantial evidence is not possible.

After informing their father of their kidnapping and the situation in Paris (and racking up the Dupain-Cheng's phone bill), they were told to stay there and help as much as they can. Tim, who was coming to Paris for a vacation (suspicious), got his plans hijacked and was now going to help uncover Hawkmoth’s identity.

When the Justice League had reached out a few years ago, they were rebuffed by the Mayor. Nightrunner got into contact with the one of the heroes, Ladybug who asked for a meeting outside of Paris with Wonder Woman and Batman came along, to assess her. They didn’t expect a young girl to be Paris’s heroine.

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3 years ago…

“Bonjour, Princess Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolayta, it is an honour to meet you. And you too, Batman.” The spotted heroine greeted both of them with Nightrunner besides her. Their meeting point was in the gardens in the Palace of Versailles.

“The pleasure is all mine, Ladybug. But I am confused as to why you have refused the Justice League’s help.” Wonder Woman was worried that the Ladybug Miraculous was active again and for many good reasons.

“I would be glad for some help but Paris is run by an incompetent fool. He wants no one outside of Paris to think that the city is unsafe due to Hawkmoth and keep the tourism numbers high. The other reason is that my Miraculous Cure can restore any physical damages done during a fight and involving you might result in more damages than I could cure. But I also think it would be better if there were less powerful heroes in Paris, akumas amplifies one’s power and I don’t want to fight you after you had a bad day.” Ladybug explained. Nightrunner murmured in agreement.

“Do you know how Hawkmoth operates?” asked Batman. He had read reports of the situation but wondered the true extent of it.

“Have Wonder Woman explained to you about the Miraculous?”

He nodded.

“Hawkmoth has the butterfly miraculous, and it has the power of transmission. In the right hands, they would be used to grant ordinary people powers as the user’s champions. But in the hands of Hawkmoth, he targets people with high negative emotions, a girl after a bad break-up or a student with a failed grade. He grants them powers to use for revenge or some obscure version of justice. In return, he asks for mine and Chat Noir’s miraculous. With our two miraculous, he can make a wish but wishes always come with a price so it is best if we keep it out of his reach.”

“How have you not captured him yet?”

“Hawkmoth is a coward who rarely comes out to face us. I have never met him face-to-face. He uses people to get what he wants. Not very honourable. The Mayor has refused to help my attempts to stop him or prevent more akumas because his bratty daughter isn’t given a Miraculous to be a hero. I don’t have the time or resources because I am still in school and have other obligations outside the suit. I can’t tell my family and ask for help because the Guardian’s ,the one who gave me the Miraculous in the first place, secret identities rule and some magic thing that makes me unable to tell them.”

The adults were all horrified at what the girl was going through.

“We could help in other ways. Not fight the akumas but provide you the resources to track down and capture him. Do you have any training? From the footage we have seen, you know martial arts and how to use some weapons.”

“I was raised in a forgotten temple somewhere in Asia with brutal training everyday before I ran away. I met someone on my way out who took me in and adopted me.” She said it seriously enough that they have no room for doubt.

“Batman, she just said she was adopted. She may have the features but the answer is no.” Wonder Woman said with a knowing look in her eyes.

“I wasn’t thinking about it. She has a duty to Paris right now and I am not going to take away from her life here. I don’t adopt every black-haired and blue-eyed child I see.” Batman denied.

“I am confused.” Ladybug said, tilting her head.

“Batman here has a bad habit of adopting kids with a tragic past, especially kids with black hair and blue eyes.” Nightrunner explained to his fellow Parisian hero.

“Well, Mousier, you will have to fight my parents for custody. While I have training, Chat Noir doesn’t and he hinders the battles with his ‘help’. I would give him some but he sees them as dates even though I have told him it’s not.”

“His incompetence is a liability. Why is he your partner?”

“The Guardian chose him too like he chose me through some stupid trial I somehow passed the requirements for. I am just hoping that there is a really good reason for choosing Chat Noir. I have some questions on how you are-”

“Ladybug, what are you doing?” A sharp voice cut in. An old man who appeared to be dressed as a tortoise landed in front of them.

“Master Fu, this is Princess Diana of Themyscira and the world’s greatest detective, Batman. I am asking for their help in finding Hawkmoth.” Ladybug explained, confused why Master Fu looked upset.

“Ladybug, that was extremely foolish of you. This is a matter of the Order. You shouldn’t have involved other heroes in it. We can resolve this on our own. I apologize on behalf of her for wasting your time.”

“But, Master-” “We will talk about this later, Ladybug. You are young and don’t understand things yet.”

“Guardian, with all due respect, my mother was a Ladybug wielder herself and the Amazons will lend a hand to any miraculous holders in need.”

“It is appreciated but Ladybug, Chat Noir and I can do it on our own. Come along, Ladybug.”

“Let me at least apologize for my mistake, Guardian.”

“Very well. Meet me later.”

“I am sorry but it looks like I have to fight Hawkmoth without your help. That being said please don’t try to look further into Hawkmoth’s identity and leave any notes of your leads in the mouth of the gargoyle on the northside of Notre Dame where I usually rest after I finish patrol. Salut, Princess Diana, Batman, Nightrunner.” She left using her yo-yo to swing away after giving them a wink.

Batman smirked. He had to give it to Ladybug, she was clever and resourceful and Diana was right, he wanted to adopt her.

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Present time…

(Words in bold are French)

Now that the previous Guardian was out of the picture, the Miraculous team would gladly accept any help they can get.

Damian and Jason had picked up Tim from the airport and they had already set things up in one of the Wayne penthouses in Paris. Less chance of nosy maids than in a hotel.

Bilal had already handed over all the evidence he could find. He was also one of the Miraculous team’s trainers when Sabine couldn’t make it. Jason and Damian were going to help in training and be back-up heroes when needed. (Bilal wore a miraculous once to help out. And that one time was weird enough to last him a lifetime and he was never doing it again.)

Sadly, all the magic users who were allies or part of the JL were busy with other missions or MIA so they couldn’t break Damian’s curse yet. Bruce didn’t see the problem with the curse so unless it causes major problems or someone is free to break it. They couldn’t go back to Gotham until they got the necessary things in order so it looks like they were going to be in Paris for a while.

The next morning, Tim was nowhere to be found. Because they were paranoid Batboys, they tracked his phone to see him at the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery with Marinette and a group of other people, having breakfast.

“There you are, Replacement.” Jason shouted as he entered the bakery, “So, this is where you were? I see you have already figured out who Ladybug is and met her.”

Marinette looked at Damian and Jason, then at Tim and back at them again.

Oh.

Oh.

She face-palmed as she connected the dots and realized what the nagging feeling she had around Tim was about.

“Oh my Kwamis, you are Tim Drake, adopted by Bruce Wayne aka Batman. Jason and Damian are your brothers. And judging by your build, you are Red Robin. I feel so stupid.”

Thankfully, there were no customers around yet to hear some of the world’s most important secrets being out.

“I am- We are not- Bruce isn’t- How?! How the hell did you find out? And you are Ladybug?!” Tim was floundering at Marinette’s words and the caffeine from his first coffee of the day hadn’t kicked in yet. He looked at her friends, who were looking at the Wayne boys with shocked expressions….and looked similar to the rest of the Miraculous Team.

The caffeine finally kicked in.

“Oh my God. I was talking to the entire Miraculous Team and I didn’t know it. That means Chloe Bourgeois is a hero. That bratty blonde I met as a child is a hero.”

“Speak for yourself, Timothy, my childhood friend is a hero too. I can’t believe we are all heroes.” Chloe said in total disbelief.

Introductions and alter egos were exchanged.

Nearly everything went swimmingly if it weren’t for Chloe jokingly elbowed Marinette and said, “You get to date a hero too. No need to worry about flaking out on dates.”

“What do you mean dates? Dupain-Cheng and I aren’t dating.” Damian said, “My mother wanted us to marry each other, not date.”

“Mari, looks like you need some explaining to do.”

Marinette gave the short story on how she met Damian and Jason.

“So you guys are absolutely not dating? Cool. Tim, are you still open to being Mari-bug's fake boyfriend?” Chloe asked. Tim looked at her incredulously.

“You called me all the way here to fake-date your friend. Why? Not that I am complaining about her or anything.” “There is this boy in our class, Adrien Agreste and he has a little obsession with Marinette.” Chloe explained. “Romantic Soulmates.” Nathaniel chimed in, doing air-quotes.

“So I volunteered on your behalf to be my best friend’s long-distance boyfriend in America who has video-call dates with her once a week. You are going to have little romantic dates coincidently where our classmates are going to be, especially Adrien. It might put him off from pursuing Marinette for a while. After you leave, we are just to mention you every now and then to prevent him from getting any ideas.”

Damian felt a hot, burning sensation in his chest and clenched his jaw at the thought of Marin- Dupain-Cheng holding hands, cuddling and doing all those romantic actions with Drake of all people. (No, he wasn’t jealous. Not at all. Don’t be stupid. )

“Tch, Drake is going to be busy trying to find Hawkmoth. He can’t go around Paris, being Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. Besides, he can’t be a proper boyfriend even in his most lucid moments. I will be her boyfriend instead.”

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(PART 6)

[current-interest-writings]

Batboys and Batmoms Birthday

Requested: no, this is self indulgent

Started writing this on my birthday

Your birthday in the Wayne house hold was the most important next to Mother’s Day, well at least to the boys.

You wanted to simply sleep in on your birthday, have your husband home earlier.

And sleeping in was more manageable when only two kids were trying to climb into your bed and share it.

Even though most of your children are adults, you do wake up to a dog pile on your birthday. With Bruce taking some weight to his upper body because dick and Jason are on top of his shoulder.

Damien at first wouldn’t participate, now he’s glued to your side on most days. Especially on your birthday, Damien has wrapped himself around your arm and cuddled into you. He always places himself in between you and Bruce. ALWAYS

While Tim was just cuddled into your side, it comforts him and gets him to sleep so you can’t complain too much. The boy needs to sleep.

Cass was near the end of the bed, wanting to participate but also wanting her own space.

Duke was on the other side, kinda out of the pile but he had a leg in.

And this was just the start, you being the first one awake to see all of your children in your bed. Laughing a little to yourself knowing Bruce was right, you did need a custom sized bed to fit everyone. But they still piled on each other, Bruce and you.

One side of your large bed had almost no limbs on it. While the rest of it was covered.

The next part of your birthday was breakfast in bed, which did mean your children would have to wake up sadly.

In your thoughts about breakfast Alfred walked right into the room, and sighed.

“ are your children aware the other half of the bed is bare? Or that master Bruce is not a mattress topper?”

Bruce opened one eye

“Alfred it’s been over 10 years, I think they know. They just don’t care anymore”

*mumbles from kids*

“Shh we know, and we don’t care. Just let us sleep”

Alfred set the tray down. And gave you a look.

“ I’m going to starve on my birthday!!! 😱”

Cue kids shuffling closer to Bruce so you can eat. Damien shifted his legs closer to his father, Tim just moved down to lay his head on your leg.

But the food smell woke the rest pretty fast. And everyone knew after food, they got to get their party started.

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The “party” consisted of JLA members, your sons, husband, Alfred and you.

It was always small, just how you preferred it. Jon and Damien running around in the gardens, Clark and Bruce getting along for the moment. Diana relaxing and seeming human, Jason and Tim talking. Seeing the flash family run around was always funny.

The food was delicious and there was a ton of it. Your birthday was practically catered by every restaurant in the city, after all you needed enough food to feed everyone.

But the day flew by having fun with all of your friends, and eventually they had to leave. But you get to have more family time.

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Few minutes after guest cleared out, your children ran to grab something. While Bruce came up behind you.

“Your gift from me is coming later today, but I assure you’ll like it”

“Bruce you’ve given me everything by just being home all day, and by being social and friendly.”

Your husband just chuckled, you both could here pounding foot steps coming down the stairs. With two sets walking calmly behind them.

“Boys so we don’t have a fight in the stair well let’s go into the family room”

They all followed behind like little ducklings (or robins)

Your kids had you sit in the large arm chair, and they took the couch while your husband stood behind you.

“Well Ma how are we doing the gift order this year?”

“Jay we are doing as we’ve always done, in order”

You’ve always made them follow the adoption order. It made sense, and made it hard to argue about it whose turn it was.

Dick smiled and handed you a small box and a card. “I hope you like it”

“I love anything you kids give me”

You opened it to see a small photo book. You turned the pages to see they were blank.

You eyed your son.

“Open the card”

The card he handed you was kinda thick. But once opened was full of pictures of the kids. In their uniforms, out of them, around the manor, and school ones.

“ oh Dick... it’s wonderful!”

You have your son a tight hug. Trying not to tear up.

“Alright Ma don’t cry.. yet”

Jason handed you a card, and motioned for you to open it. What was written almost made you cry.

‘To my Ma, you’ve loved me and hugged me. You’ve taken my anger in stride, and have forgiven me for my mistakes. I didn’t get you anything huge, but I’m giving you this promise.

I’ll be coming to the manor once a week. And we can spend time together. Like we used to.

Love your favorite zombie son’

You looked at Jason and stood up, you were crying. You just hugged him tight. You whispered “love you too my little bat”

Tim was next in line and new it was small but it would be meaning full.

He handed you another card, all he wrote was

‘I love you, this family and the memories we’ve made’

It was a small flash drive, you raised you brow.

“It’s got a lot of pictures and videos of us on there, so you can always take us with you”.

Your sweet babies loved to make you cry, you swore it. You gave him a tight hug. “I love it, thank you my little robin”

Damien went next and it was kinda large, he needed some assistance from his brothers to bring it in.

“ ummi I know I am tough to deal with, but I know you hold us close because you love us. And I know you like pictures of us as well. So I made you this. “

He pulled the sheet off and it was a portrait of you, and all of your children. You just grabbed your baby and hugged him tight.

“Oh it’s beautiful my little artist!!”

You knew just where you wanted it hung.

Next went cass

She signed, still not fully comfortable talking.

“I love you mom, and I hope it keeps you warm.”

You opened the wrap to see a hand knitted scarf, beanie and cardigan. It was beautiful, she had mixed purple and black into the pattern with a dash of yellow.

You lunged a hug at your baby “I love you too sweetheart, and these definitely will”

Duke went last he also got you a card.

He just nodded with a shy smile

As you opened the card to read it, you had a feeling the tears would keep coming.

‘To my mom, you’ve taught me it’s okay to have more than one mother’s love. That by loving you I haven’t forgotten about or replaced my mother.

You’ve also shown me patience and kindness when I may have frustrated you.

Thank you,

Duke’

You opened your arms to duke while crying “hug?”

He just gave you the hug.

As he pulled away and sat down. You stared at your kids and then your husband.

“Why are all my babies so sweet!!! 😭”

And they jumped to hug you in a group hug.

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Later that night batwoman showed up to cover Batman and you’ve never been so thankful.

All she said was “happy birthday have fun”

And it was just you and Bruce.

[peppersonironi]

DUKE THOMAS ISN’T THE SANE ONE! A guide by Pepper

So, I have seen so many people writing Duke incorrectly, and I wanted to do something about it. In fanon, he is described as the sane bat, who would rather stay home and safe, and absolutely never join in shenanigans. Now, I know there are a lot of things wrong with canon, but Duke is one of the better parts! He is an interesting character who is actually just as chaotic as the rest of the gotham vigilantes. And so it it is quite unfair to his character to say he is the 'Arnold from the Magic Schoolbus' of the group. He's really not.

So I decided to make a list of ten instances in the comics where he disobeys Bruce, acts reckless, or is just a bat! (also for a Batfam Group Chat I’m a part of, someone asked for these) I hope this helps people understand his character better, and maybe even inspire them to write more about him? Seriously, Tag me if you do. I'm starved for good Duke content!

Feel free to add more in the comments, these are just what I could think of off the top of my head! (Hence the kinda weird order, sry)

1. He's a vigilante

Okay, so this is a bit obvious, but I still think it needs saying. You think that a guy who dresses in bright yellow and patrols the most crime-ridden city in the world during the day is 100% sane?

2. We Are Robin

Also obvious, but still. This guy joins a group of untrained teenage robins who just want to make a difference. And they do! It's still pretty reckless, though. 

3. He tried to take on the Riddler

In case you didn't know, in the beginning of New 52 (Zero year, specifically) the Riddler essentially held Gotham Hostage. He had some spiel about someone giving him a riddle he couldn't solve, and letting the city go. You know who decided he would be that person? Duke Thomas! He trained in brain-teasers, and puzzles, tirelessly worked. He became quite the adept riddler (not the villain). The kick? He was a child! (Look at the above panels, isn't he cute?) Duke was young, yet determined. And if that's not a bat quality, I don't know what is.

4. He escaped the cops by jumping off a bridge.

Oh no! Duke is in a police car! Oh no! He's on a bridge! What's he going to do?! Why, jump out and off the bridge while proclaiming "I am Robin" of course! Seriously, look at that panel and try to argue that he is the responsible goody-two-shoes of the family.

5. He talked down an enraged Damian

Basically, Damian was manipulated into joining the court of owls. Duke, who refused to believe that Robin genuinely joined them, fought him and talked him down. Now, this is Damian we're talking about. Sure, the kid is absolutely adorable and can be incredibly caring (Fight me on this, I dare you. Also, frick you DC), but when he's on a rampage, there is little that can stop him. So of course Duke decides to take care of it!

6. He actively tries to have a relationship with Damian.

Okay, so this one is a little weak, but I wanted an excuse to share those panels. Aren't those two great?! But seriously, Duke ignores that this tiny child could kill him in more ways than he could count, and even invites him to a movie! He also isn't afraid to tease the kid, unlike other members of the family. Knowing Damian can honestly be hard sometimes.

7. Comes back to the city when Bruce told him to get out.

During the I Am Bane arc of Tom King's Batman (I'm shuddering. So sorry for invoking his name!) Bruce tells the batboys to get out of Gotham and STAY out. the others are like 'we're not gonna listen, right?' and Duke is all 'you can't ignore BATMAN!' and walks off saying he's gonna listen to Bruce. This seems like pretty damning evidence, right? He's actually sane? The others got attacked by Bane and hung, but Duke didn't. Well, then you look at the next panel! (it takes place later in the volume) There he is, disobeying Bruce, and hanging out in Gotham. Not just that, he's out in costume! No, Duke couldn't just hunker down in an apartment, he had to go out and take down crooks, and warn Jim Gordon. I think that's pretty self-explanatory

8. Goes out while Injured

Those two panels are back-to-back in The Cursed Wheel (originally printed in All-Star Batman, later put into Batman and the Signal). As you can see, Bruce tells Duke to get rest. Duke was just attacked by Zsasz, and suffered multiple injuries. He wakes up, and the thing that would make the most sense would be for him to go to sleep, right? Well, he instead gets suited up and goes out to work on a case. Pretty much every bat has done this at some point. Not quite the smartest move, right? A touch reckless, wouldn’t you say?

9. That whole thing with Green Lantern

(sry for the weird sizing, I don’t have the comic to take screenshots) 

So there are two parts to this. First of, you have Green Lantern flying into the batcave, looking around, and there’s no Batman present. So what does Duke Do? Well, he certainly doesn’t stay back and contact Bruce! Nope, instead he attacks a member of the Justice League, a member of the Green Lantern Corp. Later on, you know what he says? He thought he would be fine because his suit is bright yellow. That’s it. A bit crazy, right?

Secondly, he gets roped into exploring the cave with Hal (I thinks it’s Hal, been a bit since I read this though). The Lantern has some thing going on about stuff in the cave, but that’s not important. What’s important is that Duke went along with it. He was curious enough to ignore what Bruce would say (Call him, yet anything remotely green out of the cave), and joins in! He does’t say “this is a bad idea” or “we shouldn’t be doing this” nope!

9. When he ran off with Cass to test his powers

Oh no, Duke got shadow powers! What’s he gonna go? Why, go off and have fun experiment of course! Duke and Cass head out to test and work on Duke’s newly presented abilities, and specifically don’t tell Bruce! This is information he would like to know, of course. It’s important to know if your newest protege gets more powers. But no, they go out of their way to sneakily test the extent of his powers. They get caught, of course, and then get chewed out (They get caught in costume, but the next panel they’re in civvies. I find that outrageously funny!). And here’s the kicker: they don’t really apologize! Sure, Duke gives a half-heart apology, but he doesn’t really mean it. Not even under the full extent of the Batglare™.

10. Rescuing Bruce with practically no training

I’ll skip all the plotty stuff, so just know that Bruce was out alone and in some deep doo-doo. Duke was back at the cave, working stuff out with Alfred. He realizes that what Bruce is doing is a trap. Now, just so you know, this is back when Duke was JUST taken in by Bruce. He doesn’t even have a codename yet! Barely any training. So you know what he does? He heads out anyway, and rescues Bruce. Now, check out that music he’s playing. Later on, it’s revealed to be Duke’s fave band. You know the name of that band? “Batman’s @^$&@” I’m not even joking. (I’m not sure what bleeped out, though later on it’s referred to as “Batman’s #$%” So I assume it’s ass?). So on top of being reckless, he plays a heavy metal band with a name that’s … special to say the least. He has guts, you gotta admit (Oh, and he seemed so gleeful when he told Bruce the name of the band!).

And there you have it! This list is far from complete, but I think it’s a good start. Feel free to reblog with your own, or any questions/comments! I absolutely love to talk about Duke, so don’’t be afraid to message me! Also, correct me if I wrote anything incorrect here. It’s been a while since I’ve read some of these, so I may have gotten some stuff wrong.

[purplefair]

j.t. | all i wanted

pairing: jason todd x unrequited!reader & platonic!dick grayson x platonic!reader

a/n: dear fucking god- this hurt to write- and this is an au where all the robins are living at the manor. reader is close friends with the batboys. also “she” is the new batgirl- also, there isn’t a specific iteration of the characters that is mentioned, i left that up to your imagination. :) and i didn’t know how tf to begin this-

request: yes by @artistichoodiegirl : “i wrote a poem that reminds me of jason. can you write an angst fic based off of it?”

warnings: ANGST OMFG THE ANGST- also, i don’t know if i like the way this came out, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless. :)

you wanted to deny your feelings for him, but being as that felt physically impossible, you felt like a lost cause. crying your eyes out almost every night all because of a stupid guy. your brain tells you that you’re an adult, that you shouldn’t be so messed up over a guy, that you’re pathetic for feeling this way.

this night wasn’t any different, laying on your bed, wallowing in your own self pity.

dick walked down the hallway to your bedroom to tell you that dinner was ready, but when he heard your sniffling through the door before he was about to knock, he became concerned for his best friend. dick knocked, not giving you a chance to respond before turning the handle and opening your door to find you and your room a mess.

tissues everywhere, empty water-bottles, and and dishes on your bed-side table. he sighed before asking the same question he had been asking you for days, “are you okay?”

you turned to him, and what he saw shocked him. your hair messy and all over the place, eyes and nose red, it didn’t look like you were just sad, you looked ill.

“yeah, i’m just peachy.” you replied sarcastically, trying to deter him from being serious with you. “y/n i’m being serious. you’ve been cooped up in here for what seems like days, the boys are worried about you.” you chuckled, still trying to make it seem like you were okay.

dick walked a little bit further into your room before closing the door, knowing you didn’t like your door open. he moves to your bed, sitting across from you, “is he worried?” you asked, already thinking that this certain “he” couldn’t give less of shit about you.

“yes, jason is. he’s been wondering if you’re okay, why you’ve been avoiding him, and why you won’t even so much as look at him anymore.” you keep your eyes looking away from dick, knowing looking at him would make you sob again. “you know i can’t tell him why.”

“why not? you aren’t going to ruin his happiness with her by just talking to him about how you feel. i bet you’d even find at least some closure by talking to him!” you know he’s right, he usually is about these things. you, again, didn’t respond. opting to keep your eyes away from dicks gaze.

“if you’re not going to talk to him, fine. but at least come out and get dinner, talk to the rest of the family for a little bit, please?”

“i don’t know dick-“ “please, for me?” you shouldn’t have looked at him, his gorgeous blue eyes are impossible to say no to. “…fine. but let me get ready, i look like absolute shit right now.”

“yeah, you do.” that earned him a pillow to the face.

you closed your bedroom door before heading down the hall and to the kitchen. were you nervous, yeah. did you really want to speak to jason, no. but, you were doing this for your best friend and no one else.

and of course, the sight that you didn’t want to see the most was right in front of you, jason sitting on the couch with her in his lap, almost on top of him.

“hey, look who finally came out of hiding.” you mentally cursed tim for making it obvious. heads turned, but jason’s and hers stayed where they were, as though the couldn’t care less. you looked away from them and moved over to where damian, tim, and dick had been sitting after already getting some food.

you were 90% sure that tim knew about your feelings for jason, you didn’t know if damian knew or cared, and of course, dick being the emotional support friend, of course he knew.

you four sat in comfortable silence, occasionally hearing jason and her giggle, making you want to shiver from how uncomfortable it was. tim seemed to notice this and gave you a look of sympathy, damian lyes back on the couch and muttered to himself, “idiot…” looking at jason.

you chuckled softly, you didn’t know what it was, but damian had a way of making you feel better, even if it was unintentional. of course he knew, your moping had been kind of obvious.

making comfortable small talk with the other boys while eating, jason occasionally looked at you. ‘i should talk to her.’ he thought, before being distracted by the woman in front of him.

laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling trying not be/ feel pathetic for being upset that he didn’t even speak to you during dinner. you grabbed the pillow on the other side of your bed and pushed it over your face, and screamed.

even though jason has never slept in your bed with you, it felt…cold and lonely. he was something you craved, but knew you could never have, like god just wanted to continue to fuck you over.

there’s a knock on the door and you’re sitting up very quickly, “hey, can we talk?” it was jason.

hoping you looked okay, you gave a little huff and said to yourself, “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

“come in!” jason heard through the door, turning the handle and making his way into your room. your eyes widened and tried to act normal, like his presence didn’t make your stomach do flips. he closes the door behind you and sits next to you on the bed, you of course still not looking at him.

“why have you been avoiding me? you haven’t talked to me in days, and you can barely look at me. what’s going on?”

you wanted to tell him, you really did. but you couldn’t ruin what they had, knowing it’d be awkward for you, jason, her, and the rest of the boys.

“nothing is the matter jason, i just…haven’t been in the best state of mind recently, that’s all.” you mustered enough courage to turn and look at him, automatically regretting it to find him already looking at you. his eyes full of concern, but void of love. sure, maybe an almost sibling love, but not romantic. before all of this you had tried to make it painfully obvious of how you thought of him. but after she showed up, there was nothing really you could do.

“y/n, i’m going to take your word for it, and not pry. but i still want to talk to you.” “about?”

he looked at you once again, “does it matter?”

no, it didn’t, all that mattered was that he was talking you, something you had tried to avoid but internally yearned for.

asking the most painful question, just to make it seem like you really were okay, “how’re things going between you two?” he laughed, his beautiful smile never failing to mesmerize you.

“they’re going pretty good actually, i think i want to marry her.”

why were you surprised? they had been going for awhile now and of course he’d want to marry her. she could give him everything he wanted.

you tried not to whip your head around at him, you also tried not to burst out in sobs upon hearing those words. he wanted to marry her? “oh wow, that’s…a big commitment.” you laughed, trying to seem normal.

he in turn laughed a little too, “yeah, i know, but she just makes me so happy. i finally have the chance to have the family i’ve always wanted,”

“have two kids, preferably daughters. i am definitely going to name one amber.” of course he would, he’d always loved that name.

the pain in your chest is indescribable, you had hoped that he’d be having that family with you. but , it seems as though you may have waited too long. “that sounds amazing…i’m so happy for you.”

the words sounded disingenuous, but at this point you didn’t care. it hurt too much to see the person you love the absolute most, talk about starting a family with someone other than you.

faking a yawn you stood up, “i’m pretty tired, so i’m gonna have to kick you out now.” jason gazed up at you, faking being offended. “wow, we just started talking again and you’re kicking me out? rude.”

you laughed as he stood up and walked to your door, you following not far behind. when he stood just outside your door and in the hallway, there was an awkward silence. “goodnight, jason-“

“before i leave, can i get a hug? i’ve missed you y’know.” jason held his hand between the door and the doorway.

you hated how much you loved those words, he said he missed you. “yeah, you can have a hug.”

jason pushes the door open and quickly wraps his arms around your waist, and you wrap your arms around his neck. “please never avoid me like that again.”

he muttered in your ear, sounding genuinely hurt by what you had done. “i won’t.”

it felt like minutes before he pulled away, looking down at you and smiling. “you should get some sleep, i can see your eye bags underneath your concealer.”

“shut up, asshole.” you laughed, knowing he was just teasing you. jason stepped out of your room and into the hallway, “goodnight, y/n.”

“goodnight, jason.” you both smiled at one another before he walked down the hall to his bedroom. you closed your door and suddenly everything hit you like a ton of bricks.

he was going to marry her, he wanted her children, and he’s going to name one amber.

he’s going to have the “big, happy family life”, something you knew you probably would be apart of. possibly babysitting his children.

you hated thinking about it, but, as long as he was happy. you’d do anything for him, even while suffering in silence.

now you were left to yourself, again, laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down the sides of your face and soaking your hair.

“fuck, i’m pathetic.”

you cried yourself to sleep, for the 7th time that week. wishing you would have been brave enough to just tell him how you feel, but instead you’re all alone.

and who else is there to blame, but yourself?

also, here’s the poem that the requester wrote! <3

I tried to win your love but

I can't compete

when she already won

god she's so much better

you should give her that diamond ring

I was begging for

I bet she's dying for you to get down on one knee

You probably already sing her to sleep

brush her hair

like you used to do for me

now i'm alone

got no one to hold

god my bed is so cold

But I still hope she's happy

make her smile when she's lonely

and give her a home

now that I'm alone..

imagine all of the little babies

you'll have driving her crazy

You'll probably have 2 daughters

I bet you'll name one Amber

you always really liked that name

you'll be such a wonderful father

I know you had those doubts

but I know she'll even them out,

And even though we aren't together

you always have my shoulder

for when your doubts

start to make the world dark

I just hope I'll still be around

to meet all of your little ones

but for now

I'll sit here and watch you…

be happy

I bet she's feels lucky

I'm glad you have one another

to hold each other

and keep the bed warm...

I hope you're happy

and never ever feel lonely

I'm glad you found a home

now that I'm alone...

[flashfuture]

Red Robin 14. I’ve gotten so much trolling today about this stupid fucking issue I am going to make a hill out of it so I can die on it. I am that petty and I’m the one dying mad about it 

Look at Damian snooping. He’s a batboy it’s official

Wow it’s almost like going through your brothers secret files was a bad idea 

Much plotting 

At this point in Red Robin it’s clear Tim is perfectly fine with the idea of Damian being Robin and even agrees to have Damian out on a patrol with him.

Damian slices Tim’s line and it’s perfectly reasonable to argue he knew Tim was gonna save himself so a murder attempt accusation is probably a little far here. 

Tim has no idea what the fight is about in his eyes he and Damian should be all good past behind them etc etc

Yes Damian right next to Arsenal and Green Lantern, Roy Harper and Guy Gardner. The two evilest least trustworthy scum of the earth wait no Damian is on the hero list. Which was actively hidden away from the villain list. Tim thinks he’s as much a hero as the rest of them and as much of a threat as a fucking Green Lantern or fucking Wonder Woman. 

I too understand why Damian is angry. He is allowed to be angry. He’s allowed to be upset he thinks Tim doesn’t trust him. But we as a reader should be well aware of course Tim would trust the other heroes on that list but it doesn’t mean you don’t have backup plans. It’s literally what Bruce taught all of the Robins. 

Just like Tim is allowed to be distrusting. I mean Damian attacked him before talking to him or hell before tattling to Dick. Damian should have known better by now. Dick even realizes why Tim has a list. Dick also realizes that Damian is hurt and respects that. 

People are allowed to have conflicting feelings and both are valid. Damian being hurt doesn’t negate Tim being wary. Just like Tim being trained by Batman to do these things doesn’t mean Damian can’t be offended. 

Look Timmy never wanted to hurt his feelings. He knows Damian is a good kid that is why he’s on the hero list. But Tim is just doing what he was trained to do.

And Dick agrees with Tim because that is also what Dick was trained to do