#Shall we do Dick or Damian next??

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Ghost Jason and Timmy - definition of best friends

I think I made too many people cry in the previous post so something wholesome this time:))

Part 3 | Part 4 Ghost Jason series

[shaimagaza]

I’m Shaima from Gaza. My family and I were forced to leave our home due to the ongoing bombings and the threat of demolition. We fled with nothing—my father recovering from a stroke, my mother with health issues, my brother with special needs, his wife who suffers from mental illness, and another brother battling cancer. After a night of fear and chaos, we are now displaced and struggling. Any support, whether through donations or sharing our story, would mean everything to us. Thank you for your kindness.

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, part 1

Jason was at first hesitant about the floating white-haired green-eyed child that offered to be his sidekick. Evermore so when the kid told him that he knew that Jason had been dead. He explained that he could tell because he himself was half-ghost. Despite his hesitations he decided to take the kid on for a trial period.

The kid proved to be skilled, and knew how to deal with the many criminals that made business in Gotham. Over the last month he found himself growing closer to the boy, and upon learning that his parents tried to kill him for his half-ghostly nature, he decided to take a page from his old man's book and "legally" adopt the kid, this black-haired blue-eyed kid, his new son, Danny.

Now came the hard part, introducing him to his family. He had sent Alfred a message saying that he would make an appearance for the weekly family dinner with an additional guest. The following day they arrived at the manor. As they walked into the dinning room the rest of the family were already seated, he and Danny made their way to their seats.

Alfred: Master Jason, thank you for joining us tonight.

Jason: Of course Alfred. Jason looked at Danny and stood. Everyone I would like you all to meet Daniel, he goes by Danny. He's my new sidekick... and of a week ago my adopted son.

The rest of the family stopped eating and looked at Jason.

Bruce: You... adopted?

Damian: I'm rather surprised, I would have expected Richard to be the first on of us to adopt a child, he is the most like father. Nevertheless I shall take my new responsibilities as an uncle with great humility.

Dick: Damn, Damian what did I ever do to you? How am I the most like dad?

Bruce: What's wrong with being like me- No, where getting off point. Jason you adopted?

Jason: I did.

Bruce: I- hi Danny, welcome to the family.

Danny: Hi grandpa!

Snickering could be heard across the table.

Bruce: Hi kiddo, so how you two meet?

Danny: I followed him home and in through the window. I became his sidekick, then his son, and now we're here.

Jason: Danny is a meta, an experiment gone wrong caused him to become half-ghost, it's a little complicated, but he has some neat powers.

Tim: What happened to your parents?

Danny: They tried to kill me because of my powers.

Cass (signing): We know our next targets then.

Bruce: Cass no. Jason how did you even adopt Danny?

Jason: I stole one of the pre-notarized adoption papers you keep in your desk.

Bruce: Ahh. Well I'll still ask Barbara to make that 100% official.

Stephany: Don't worry Danny at one point our another all our adopts legally were questionable at best.

Danny: Ok.

Bruce: Well it's good to have you here with us Danny. You two are welcomed to spend the night and join us for training in the morning?

Jason (looking at Danny, who was looking at him): Sure.

Alfred: Splendid, now let's eat, supper is getting cold. And I don't want Master Daniel's first dinner as part of the family to a less than perfect.

They all started eating.

Danny: Oh, I'm also the Supreme King of the Infinite Realms, High King of the Ghost Zone, and King of all Ghosts.

Jason: I knew I was forgetting something.

Danny and Jason went back to eating as the rest of the family looked at them bewildered.

(Master Post)

[fancyfeathers]

Mother!Reader and Bruce are relaxing on a couch. (Much to her discomfort.) Daughter!Reader comes running in carrying a raccoon calling it her "Son". Mother!Reader: Sweetheart where did you get that? Bruce: ... The rest of the batfamily comes running in because what does she mean "son"?! Only for them to see Daughter!Reader holding a raccoon that is eating the bacon she didn't eat that morning at breakfast. Even worse for them, she doesn't let Damian pet her "son", and she makes Dick buy baby diapers for her "son" because her "son" can't be having accidents around the house. The paparazzi catches Daughter!Reader at a gala and soon the news crew come running over too. Gotham Daily Times: Ms. Wayne what is this new exotic pet of yours? Daughter!Reader: Ah, Wayne is not my last name, (whatever last name of theirs) is my last name. But, um, this is Wally. He likes to run really fast around me, say hi Wally. (Cut to her holding her son, Wally, up to the microphone of the reporter only for him to sniff it.) Gotham Daily Times: Well, Ms. (last name) has just confirmed a raccoon, her "son", named Wally is officially her pet. Can she out beat Bruce Wayne's son Damian Wayne in hoarding exotic animals? We shall see next time on Gotham Daily Times news channel nine. The speedsters watching from central city: Wally? Because he likes to run fast? ... Someone call Batman how does she know our identities.

Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

I LOVE FERAL DAUGHTER!DARLING!!!!

Love the idea of her being an absolute menace when it was just her mother raising her and Bruce having no idea what he is getting himself into with this.

Like it was when she was playing out in the garden in the morning, perhaps even the morning right after the wedding, there is no real honeymoon besides on paper at Wayne Enterprises since Bruce is still the Batman. The two of them are just getting up, after the kids have had had breakfast together and Mother!Darling is literally about to tell Bruce about her daughter’s rather… playful behavior-

“Mama! Mama! Look what I found!”

She already feels like laughing when she hears her daughter’s overeager voice and the bedroom door opens with her daughter running in with her holding something in her skirt and-

“This is my baby! I found him in the yard, I think his mama is dead…”

Her daughter holds up a baby raccoon while Bruce is half way through tying his tie.

“Can we keep him?”

“Of course, little love.”

“Dear-“

“You have something to say, Bruce?”

Well played, if Bruce was to say no now it would break her heart and set everything off on the wrong foot. When she runs out of the room she looks over at him with a knowing glance, she may have been fired into a marriage, but he will feel the consequences of his actions…

“I suppose I forgot to tell you about her… mischievous habits, you will get used to it eventually, and no, there is no taming her, do not try.”

Jason does not understand why she wants it around, it’s a raccoon in Gotham, a baby but still, but hey if it makes her happy and even slightly annoys Bruce, he is fine with it.

Dick is fine with it? He is just confused as of why, I mean if his little sister wants a pet she gets a pet, but why no a cat, dog, or even something like a ferret, but a raccoon? Alright, he’ll ask Babs if she can find any books on exotic animal care and he will take her to the pet store with Damian to pick up supplies-

What does she mean Damian can’t come? When they are little, she is terrified of him, honestly she is always terrified of him. Why would she let him anywhere near her pet when his stare makes her feel daggers. She is holding her baby raccoon away from Damian, and his pets, Alfred the Cat, Titus. Damian is pissed and very well could go whining to Bruce about it.

Then Tim is just freaked out by it, but when he is sitting the furtherest from his new sister and her new pet in the living room and everyone is suggesting names…

“How about Wally? Dick what do think?”

“Ya, he definitely reminds me of Wally.”

“Who’s Wally?”

“Don’t worry about it, lovebug.”

But then this naming choice certainly backfires when Wally West comes running (literally) to Tim about it, at first he is panicked about it but then he sees her playing with the raccoon and-

“Fuck… I hate that you’re not wrong about that.”

Though this situation only escalates over the years when she finds other animals, a husky puppy her father suggests to name Clark, a baby owl named Diana, a hummingbird named Roy, and cats named Barry and Connor.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Would you do a second part of Damián x Cat!villain!reader? Or maybe something with a different plot, but I need it too much 😵‍💫

I don’t usually entertain part 2 asks but cause it’s you my adorkable Lucas, I shall. I’m adding the other boys and some wild cards for good measure.

tw/cw: yandere, dick’s part gives me major second hand embarrassment but maybe that’s a me issue, (implied) jason has seggs with your unconscious body (but it’s consensual). damian is aged up but still younger than reader hence the condescending way of speech the latter has for him.

ROOFTOP TALKS W/ THE BOYS

☁️ . . . w/ Dickie Boi

When you were dating it was a lot of you flirting and him asking you to be a bit more professional. And then you promptly reminding him that your profession is being a thief.

And that you were taking that profession seriously by stealing his heart.

Kisses in the rain were pretty much your guys’s thing. As much as your cat heart hated being wet.

When he became Nightwing and after Jason’s death, you guys didn’t break up immediately. Just fizzled out. Long talks about everything and anything became short greetings and small talk until you two officially ended it.

Nowadays Dick tries his hardest to get your attention, he shows off a lot. Ups the romanticness of it all. Brings you all around the city for dates before you two chill on your favorite spot.

Dick felt great. He just spent an entire night out on a date with his first love, some might argue that you’re his only true one too. You two haven’t been able to hang out due to the chaos of life and Jason. But finally he was able to have you for himself for once. No Tim to watch you two through the cameras (he made sure all of those were unavailable), no Damian to stalk you two within the shadows (it took a while, but he managed to convince the big ol’ bat to keep the youngest occupied), and no vigilante business he had to deal with.

There was just one last thing. A kiss. (He wanted sex, to feel you around him again. But considering you two just got back into the swing of things he was willing to wait)

He closed his eyes, and leaned forward.

Only to be met with air.

And then the ground.

“Uhm. Did you just — I mean I know I look cute tonight and all — but did you just try to kiss me, Grayson?” You had only managed to narrowly dodge the action. A little amused by the way he’s currently making out with the floor, but mostly confused and somewhat terrified.

Dick groaned, of all the things to put him on the ground this week. “I thought - I thought we were…”

You looked at him, blinked a few times, and managed to utter out, “Dude.”

☁️ . . . w/ Hubby Toddy

Imma be honest with you. You two bone 80-90% of the times you guys meet.

The only reason that it’s not 100% is because of the danger you two are in for that 10-20%

The vigilante/villain lifestyle and environment isn’t ideal for boning 24/7 y���know.

The reason why you guys fuck so often is cause Cat Villain! Reader being the menace they are only has to remind Jason that he died a virgin for you two to get down to business.

The Batboys are obsessed with proving themselves/ a point in general after all. So you often play them like a fiddle with just a few words.

Aside from that, a lot of your rooftop talks are you being snarky towards each other. Jason asking you to stop risking your life with heists and you vice versa with his vendetta.

Which usually leads to anger fucking but I digress.

You two often snack on the greasiest, unhealthy food while together.

Sometimes you spend hours talking about what he missed while he was gone. Of course he already knows everything. He kept tabs on you and whatnot. But hearing you speak gives him a sense of calm like no other.

Cuddling ftw. Jason adores enveloping you.

He likes doing stuff that proves that you exist?? Like that you’re next to him. That both of you are alive in that moment.

“‘M sleepy.” Your eyelids were beyond heavy at that point. Jason wanted you to be up for every single round, and it seemed like his stamina was endless.

Usually you’d pass out and he’d just continue getting off using you but that night he gave you a challenge. Something about wanting to see the way your pretty eyes as he ruined your insides.

“Too much action for you tonight, kit?”

“Mhm.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.” He shifted your body in a more secure position, wrapping his large arms around your form.

“Promise me you won’t disappear?”

“I’m here always.” He let out a deep breath.

As soon as he made sure you were out cold he continued,

“Not even death will keep me away from you, baby.”

☁️ . . . w/ Timsies Whimsies

Most of your hang outs are spent indoors

Otherwise it’d be you hovering over his shoulders as he works on his projects.

Most of your rooftop times with Tim are spent in silence, playing video games, or board games.

Sometimes you two would spend hours playing and voicing cheesy dating sims.

But sometimes you use the time to get him to sleep.

You two are very much opposites when it comes to sleep times. Like if we go full on cat mode here, you prolly sleep off like 70% of your life.

I really shouldn’t be writing this while I’m sleepy as hell shouldn’t I?

Tim had never slept so well in his entire life.

All he remembered before being lulled into dreamland was you singing, patting him on the head, and some laughter before everything went dark.

But now he wishes he never slept at all.

“Is this . . . an edit of us a kids—“

Tim slammed his laptop shut so hard he’s pretty sure he’d broken it.

You looked at him incredulously. How long had you been snooping through his stuff? How did you even manage to unlock it? He made sure it was inaccessible even to Bruce.

“I . . . I read this one fanfic . . . that we met as kids and grew up together.” He confessed.

Yes, Tim gets brainrots over [Cat Villain Name] x Reader / Red Robin fanfics. Could you blame him?

“Honestly that’s pretty cute and wholesome. The other things you have there on the other hand . . . “

“I’ll pay for all of your boba expenses for a year if you forget about this.”

“A decade and I’ll never look through your shit again.”

“Deal.”

☁️ . . . w/ Damie Baby

Up until recently your rooftop meetings have been an even more snarky version of Jason’s with less hatefucking more … hating.

While Dick is more extravagant with how he shows off. Damian is more on the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m just this awesome’ side of the spectrum.

It took him a while to finally figure out that you being a menace is more of a facade if anything

And boy did it make him get a romantic boner when he found out

Like it went from you teasing him to hell and back to him turning the tables

“Wow, ain’t it past your bedtime, Damie?”

“Not my fault I can’t get a wink of sleep without you beside me.”

“. . .Ah.”

Aside from that you like roping him into playing games and basically all the things he missed out on being trained to be as an assassin.

He in turn does more traditional courting methods on you. Like buying you flowers, having slow dances.

Sometimes you do each other’s henna.

(He definitely is smug about it when other members of the batfam ask)

He often scolds you about reading so much late into the night…and insists he reads everything for you while you sit prettily on his lap

His favorite activity is running his hands through your hair as you lay your head on his lap while he dictates a book out loud. Usually it’s non fiction so that A) you’d sleep faster, and B) he gets his readings for uni in.

☁️ . . . w/ Bruce ig

“Hey, loser.” You purred, appearing from the underneath Batman’s cape.

Without a beat, he replied, “[Cat Villain Name].” and nothing else. He does not move. Doesn’t even make an attempt to seem affected by your antics.

“Awe, I missed you too!” You hugged him tightly and gave a pat for measure.

You were about to let when you felt a weight atop your head.

He was… giving you a headpat? Albeit awkwardly.“Who are you and what did you do to—“

“Treat them well.”

And he disappears.

Hey, wasn’t that your move?

In anycase,

It’s about time that Bruce learnt,

if you can’t beat em, join em.

[sleepy-grav3]

The End of Legacies

DCxDP

A/n: Random idea that passed through my mind. It's not good in my opinion, but only because I wanted it to be more dramatic but didn't have the motivation to.

Summary: Danny made Bruce keep his no-killing rule until he's done preparing for Joker's ghost. The day he was ready finally came.

Tw: Murder, swears, canonical death and torture, maybe more.

Ghost King Danny; Danny and Bruce think of each other as brothers; Danny also has an adoption habit; Danny is also Hourglass (Clockwork's apprentice)

Bruce loves his kids. And The Joker is the biggest risk to them. The monster was the reason for their fragile bond.

He's tried to kill him before. He's revived him before. He's treated him before.

He hates it. And he hates that he can't tell his children why at the risk of prolonging this horrendous creature that was no longer human.

And he'd known this would happen. He's been told it long ago by a ghost who had made him swear that the Joker will live until he gives the word.

It's been 2 decades since then and Bruce almost wishes that he was selfish enough to risk the multi-verse for the sake of his children's peace of mind and even soul.

Bruce knew that Jason's Pit Rage wouldn't be fully gone until he killed the Joker. That's what Revenants need to live a peaceful undead life.

Bruce knew that Dick and Damian would never trust him unless he broke his rule for the family. Until then, Batman was above them in his list of priorities. He hates that it's somewhat true.

Bruce knew that none of them would ever feel even the slightest bit safe with that fucking thing alive.

But he couldn't end it. Not yet.

And he remembered that day where his rule became an obligation and not a personal mercy.

-

It was a random day. Gray sky, just a bit darker than usual. Batman was out as normal, still at the start of his nightly career, when a light came towards him. He recognized that light.

Phantom.

He went to WE's rooftop and stood there, waiting for Phantom. It wasn't long until the half-ghost joined him.

"Phantom. What are you doing here?"

If it were any other hero, he'd be more assertive, more territorial. But this was Phantom. A 17 year old boy who acted as a diplomat due to his kingly status and was planning on going to college rather than spend his time as a vigilante.

He was a kid and he knew better than to mess with Gotham without insider knowledge and experience.

Phantom gave a smile that came off more as a grimace. It made Batman tense.

"I don't come to you as Phantom, but as Hourglass, the apprentice of the Master of Time. And I must have you swear an oath to follow your rule until the time comes."

"Can you expand on that?"

Pha- Hourglass nodded.

"As of now, an actual joke. As of later, a monster unnamed. The Joker will grow to become so malicious that I as King must make preparations for his arrival to the Realms. Ending him now will not stop the travesties from occurring. Waiting will at least allow for all of Gotham to renew."

Danny pursed his lips.

"I could give you the prophecy and the only warning I am allowed to give if you wish. But know this, Detective. In hearing, you will become Odysseus, Cassandra, and Zeus. Only later will you understand. Do you still wish for me to relay it?"

[ Bruce remembered this moment. He remembered his answer and how much pain it brought upon realization. He wished he refused. He wished he wasn't so prideful to think that he could've prevented it all from happening. ]

"Yes."

Hourglass nodded.

"The first will oversee."

Dick was the first Robin. He was the only one who made it but wasn't unscathed. He regretted allowing Robin to be a curse.

"The second shall fall."

Jason was the second Robin and died because of it.

"The third shall become the first and the who knows will be the next."

Tim was the third Robin. He was the first to survive Joker's torture from the family's victims. Bruce didn't realize that Tim knew he'd be the next Joker until he had an intense relapse where his contingencies for JJ came to light.

"The fourth shall fall."

Steph was the fourth Robin. She had died, but not by The Joker's hands.

"The fifth shall mourn and chase."

Tim was technically also the fifth when he returned. He lost so many people in such a short amount of time before going on a chase after Bruce.

"The honorary sixth will rule until the day gains the sun."

Duke was the honorary sixth along with many others through the We Are Robin movement.

"The seventh bathed in blood."

Damian was the seventh Robin. He's his biological son from an assassin family. He's plagued by his mother's side of his family, chased after and forever fearing the end of normalcy.

"The eighth shall meet the stars that burn and freeze."

Jarro was technically the eighth Robin. He had seen many things out in space and Bruce knows that he didn't share it all when he visits.

Hourglass finished off and Danny looked at him with sadness in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry."

"None of it will be your fault. Let me handle things here. He's my responsibility."

Danny nodded and then smiled softly.

"On another note. When you see the girl, come visit me. You'll know which one later on."

-

Bruce would visit Danny, especially on the days the realization sank in and all was done.

Danny had made a life since then. He remains a last resort for the Justice League, a counselor of the dead side of things, the official King of the Realms, and a father of 3 children: Billy Batson, Ace, and Kon.

Bruce considers him a brother due to their close enough age, ignoring the 8 year gap. So he was also an uncle and a son. He was oh so thankful to be privy to Alfred's immortality due to an apparent adventure that nobody knew about because no time had passed while he was on it.

But he still waited for the day Danny would visit. The day he could introduce him to his children as their uncle. To have a full family dinner. To have the nightmare end.

It yet another random day that Phantom had come to him. He was in his office in the manor, doing some paperwork for WE for Tim due to him having an intense migraine.

It was out of nowhere when the ghost literally tumbled in. He flew through the door but flew back in the room during Bruce's moment of shock.

"I finished! The preparations for the bastard is done!"

Bruce rapidly blinked, trying to process it. He could hardly believe it. This wasn't some sick joke, Danny would never do that to him. He wasn't mind controlled either, his eyes would give it away no matter what method was used.

Bruce couldn't hold back the tears or the loud sobs. Danny detransformed and hugged him tightly, letting Bruce cry his heart out on Danny's chest as he remained in his seat.

Alfred came to check on them and upon seeing Danny, he sheds a few tears.

-

That night, Bruce had gathered everyone. They were shocked to see Raven, Supernova (Kon), Captain Marvel, and Phantom there.

"What threat is there that we need even Captain Marvel and Phantom's assistance, Father?"

"And why isn't this a League meeting? I mean sure, the bats and birds are definitely better than them, but still." Steph questioned.

"I'd also like to know that." Helena and Jason both huffed/scoffed.

Bruce took a breath.

"Tonight, there will be another breakout. However, this one will be different. Tonight, The Joker will die by my hands."

"WHOA!"

"WHAT?!"

"BRUCE?????"

"Holy shit-"

"He's a clone-"

"Imposter!"

The guests only glanced at each other before focusing back on the chaos. Captain Marvel was the one to silence them by stepping forward with a raised hand.

"So, you guys must all be confused. Before we explain, I'll have you all know that Batman is the real Batman. None of us have been influence by anything either. Phantom?"

"Right." Phantom flew over to sit on Batman's shoulder, there was no weight for him to be concerned about Batman complaining to him later. "20 years ago, I came to Batman and told him that the Joker would become so evil that I had to make preparations for his death. And until then, The Joker shouldn't be killed. Otherwise, he'd reek terror upon the multi-verse."

Phantom smiled sympathetically down at Batman.

"I'm sure he hasn't told any of you this to not have you pressure me into hurrying what was already being hurried, in which, would only prolong the time to Joker's End. Please don't blame Bruce and understand that he truly does love you all and suffered knowing that if he killed or irreversibly harmed the rogue early, you would all still suffer the same fates but without any kind of avenging. In addition to that, many people would've not had the opportunity to be redeemed, created, and more."

Silence. The cave was silent at what Phantom had admitted. Jason was ready to just leave, Dick was ready to explode with betrayal, Babs was in shock, Tim and Damian understood fully, Cass also understood but was still hurt, Helena muttered an 'of course he did', and Duke was more than heartbroken.

Phantom eventually sighed and got off of Bruce's shoulder.

"We have 15 minutes until the breakout happens. Batman?"

Plans were made that night.

The night that Phantom, Captain Marvel, Raven, and Supernova had gathered in Gotham to handle Joker's ghost on the mortal Realm. On the other side, Phantasm (Dani), Wraith (Dan), Ace, Zatanna, and Constantine waited for the monster to come and dealt with him accordingly.

The Joker went out with a blast by Batman's hands, just like he wanted.

But he will not know eternity in peace. He will be tortured by the victims he killed and the ones he didn't for all of time until they got bored of him. And on that day, Danny will end him forever.

This is the end of The Joker. He will not rise again.

[nemesis-writer]

Five Minutes (Chapter 6)

Masterlist Silence is torture TW: mentions of blood, mental illness, trauma

People say they have suffered a severe amount of pain, such as losing a loved one, or divorce, or others that fall into this cycle. But if they knew true pain, they would've understand.

They don't know nor care the abuse that I've been living in. The abuse went both mentally and sometimes physically. I had been diagnosed with multiple incapacities, that would both prevent me from feeling empathy and go insane.

Depression is a cancer and with the people I have lived my life for, it proves how un-curable this disease it. I gave them a choice to protect and serve their 'good' purpose, or to suffer the consequences of belittling the people who have experienced worse.

For the games to continue I had to eliminate the weak and incompetent. Tim is the perfect example of this fact, and I did what I had to do.

At the Wayne mansion...

"Tim, you have got to relax." Dick says

"HOW CAN I RELAX WHEN I COULDN"T SAVE A BUILDING FULL OF INNOCENT PEOPLE." Tim yells, still shivering from fear while holding his blanket like it was the only thing that could save him.

"Tim-" Bruce starts.

"Don't Tim me." Tim says with fear and anger coursing through his veins.

"You can't join us anymore." Cassandra said.

"What?"

"I'm sorry but we have to continue and we are afraid you might do something-" Cassandra continues

"Irrational, stupid? I did exactly what they told me to do, but they still detonated the building, why? Because I didn't answer the little girl'd question!" Tim states.

"Yes." Damian states out flatly.

"Listen limp dick she decided to make it easy for your tiny brain to understand." Jason states.

"We cannot fight." Bruce demands, "because that's what she wants."

At the Base...

"That's what she wants."

"Yes Bruce you're right." I then turn off the tv, and approached the team.

"So chief, who's next?"

"Cassandra."

At the Wayne mansion...

"Guys there's a package found in Bludhaven that says Cassandra." Duke reported, still panting, whilst holding it in front of them

As Cassandra carefully opened it, it showed a small little music box inside. When she opened it, she saw a ballerina that turned out deformed whilst holding a note.

'I can be broken without touch, I can be shared without words. I am what you hear in the loudest noise, Yet I am nothing. What am I?'

"Silence." Barbara states immediately.

"But how would that help? Do we go to a quiet place?" Dick wonders.

Until a cryptic gas started to surround them.

"What the?"

Five minutes later...

"Let's play a game, Cassandra."

'To pass this very test, you would have to remain silent, one sound from your mouth is the death of a child.'

The chains from her hands were removed and she had to walk through the floors filled with shattered glass.

Crack

Crack

Crack

But not a peep came out from her mouth. She was to excited as she neared the children, but the worse was yet to come.

'The key to save these kids you so wish to save, comes from you. You were too eager to notice the key disguised behind the glass, the clock is ticking and there is new life on the line.' The recording says.

So Cassandra did what she had to do.

She knelt and crawled on the glass eager to find the key, she tried to avoid the pain because if she screamed the collar would detect it and a child shall be hung.

She searched desperately until she found it, the key. She then rushed to the gates and removed all the collars of her and the children. When she finally reached:

SCREAM!

Her collar detected it and one child, an innocent little girl, has been hung to her death. She tried to save her but then saw the timer and took all the remaining kids out of the place.

BOOM!

It exploded just in time for her escape.

At the Base...

"Two down, a lot more to test. Prepare the next one, let's see if demon spawn can do this."

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[gotham-bird]

Tim, sitting in the car on a road trip: Here we are all, crammed into a car on an Antiques Road Trip! *pans the camera to Bruce driving*

Bruce:…. You’re out of the Will.

Tim: oh no, whatever shall I do. 😮😑

Bruce: Keep it up and you’ll be out of the car too.

Jason: This bitch sassy, YEET!

Alfred: *sitting in the passenger seat, calmly reading* Please do not yeet your brother out of a moving vehicle, Master Jason.

Jason: Fiiine.

Duke: *whispering* ….. how far do you think you can yeet Tim?

Jason: *whispering* We’ll find out at the next rest stop. He’s composed of mostly spite and caffeine, so my bet is on Very Fucking Far.

Damian: *curled up in the back with Cass and Dick* my cow is more intelligent than this.

Dick: It’s kinda scary, isn’t it.

Bruce:…. I regret so much.

Jason: Too late now, the time window to return us has expired.

[crsssie]

MARRIAGE??? - tim drake x reader (pretty bird countdown #6)

"Heyyyyyyyyyy" You grin at the door, Damian raising a brow at your entrance. 

"Did Bruce call you?" 

"Nah. I came to bring food. Also, I heard you guys prepare for patrol around this time."

"We do." He nods. "Did Drake tell you?"

"Mhm. He's stopping here instead of going straight home." You grin. "I brought dumplings as a bribe to let me into the cave."

"Will you cook them for us?"

"If you let me in." You grin.

Damian squints his eyes at you, and you grin. He means no real malice. 

"Come on." He leads you in, pulling off his shirt to unhide his suit, letting you into the cave with a huff. "You better have the egg and chives one."

"I do." You hum. "I can cook it as long as you have a pan down there."

"Someone's here!" Damian yells, lips curled upwards menacingly as he watches everyone scramble to hide their suits, only to realize that it's you.

"Pretty bird?"

"BABE!" Steph yells, tossing the blanket and throwing her arms around you.

"Hey, is she my wife or yours?" Tim huffs, reaching to peel her off of you.

You feel Steph freeze up against you as everyone turns to stare at Tim, jaw dropped quietly as Steph speaks up first.

"Wife?!"

"MARRIED?"

"WHEN DID THIS DEVELOPMENT HAPPEN??"

You take a step back as Tim grumbles into your collarbone, arms wrapped around your waist as everyone else yells.

"You actually never told them?"

"Of course not." Tim grumbles. "How'd you know I missed you?"

"You've been out for a while for that business trip." You scratch at his scalp. "Thought you might miss my cooking."

"I missed you..."

"Tim, as much as we love your... wife. We need to get to patrol."

"I vote you give him the rest of the night off." Dick speaks up. "Look at him. He's practically merging into her."

"Make him cook the dumplings with her to still be useful." Damian grumbles. "I want red bean."

"Denied." You point back at him. "I didn't bring any."

"I vote we have post patrol snack at her place."

"Denied again." You huff. "I'll see what's in the pantry and see what I can make. If you crash my house I'm not visiting for the next year."

"That's insane." Jason mumbles. 

"Kitchen's all yours. Tim, make yourself useful." Bruce sighs.

"And don't think about running off." Dick points at the two of you. "We need to hear about this wedding thing."

You give him a thumbs up, hand running up and down Tim's back as they all leave.

"So?"

"I didn't wanna go on patrol."

You laugh, body shaking from the intensity as Tim smirks.

"You're too good."

"You should be resting too. Did you never tell them about the marriage?"

"No. I wanted to see who would call me out for it first."

"It's been a couple of months, you know? There's no way they're that slow."

"Maybe they just found no difference in our daily life." He huffs. "What did you bring them?"

"The chive dumplings."

"The uh. What's it called in English again? Fried leek dumplings?"

"The lack of words to differentiate dumpling types is insane." You grumble. "Shall we get cooking?"

"You don't have to make them dessert."

"I can make something quick." You hum. "Come on. Let's go. You can cling to me upstairs."

Tim groans.

"Come on." You pat his back, taking a step back as the two of you head back up. 

"Do you wanna run off?"

"Do you even have your car?"

Tim gives you a grin that can only mean trouble.

"Only if it's the batmobile."

"Bet."

[violettavonviolet]

Tim Drake fic recs part 3

All of these fics are finished and amazing! The word count progressively goes up and all the ratings are noted, but def do check the tags for any triggers. all fics that have been stuck in my head since I read them are marked with a star.

Batfamily genfic's

Gotta Roll With The Curveballs

justapoorboy

Summary:

“How’d you cry so easily?” Duke asks, still entirely too awkward because no matter what Steph says, Duke still thinks Tim is kinda cool in a weird way. A really weird way.

“Oh, I classically conditioned myself over winter break when I was eleven. All I have to do to tear up is pinch a certain point on my arm. See?” Tim viciously pinches a spot on his inner forearm. Immediately tears start to well in his eyes.

Or: Duke Thomas dealing with Tim Pod-Baby Drake and what exactly that entails.

4.5k crack gen

A Matter of Trust

KelpieCodyne

Summary:

When Damian learns of an unexpected list of Batman contingencies, he's forced to go to Tim to vent.

And in doing so, might help the two of them find some common ground.

5k tim & dami gen

Days I Have Held (Days I Have Lost)

sepia_stained_sunset

Summary:

“You’ve outgrown me”

Damian frowns when he meets Tim’s gaze. He doesn’t say or do anything that warrants the feeling of loss that crawls up his arms and settles in his bones.

Then Tim is leaning towards him, on his toes, hands automatically going to his hair and mussing up his locks like he can’t fully miss the chance to annoy him. Still, his grip is gentle and his smile is real and Damian is more than glad to pretend that his eyes are devoid of their bitter sadness.

Or, Damian outgrows Tim. It shouldn't change anything, really, but it does. It does.

9k tim & damian gen

Satisfactory Bonding Activities

raven_of_hydecastle

Summary:

“Look, Dick and I had no idea how to be brothers either," Jason said, "but we made an effort to spend time together. If you and the demon brat aren’t sure where to start, maybe you can decide on some things to kick start these bonding activities.”

“Like what?”

“Hell if I know. Play twister, do an escape room, take over the world, learn to knit, I don’t care. Just pick something you can both agree will keep you busy for an hour or two and it’ll be fine. Now hand me that Molotov, these guys are going down.”

12k gen, tim & Damian

So...Rock, Paper, Scissors?

Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

Summary:

His smile widens. “You will pick one to kill. I shall give you ten minutes to decide and say your goodbyes. If you have not killed one of your brothers when the time is up, I will kill all three.”

Jason feels the bottom drop out of his stomach. This was supposed to buy him time, not give him a literal deadline.

“You see, little blade? I have made it so easy for you. You aren’t even really killing one. You are saving two. Your time starts now.”

24k angst mature

i can't let go when somethings broken

pennneminem

Summary:

the sky is blue, the earth is round, dick and bruce fight.

tim wishes it was a little easier sometimes.

or: tims crash course in the remains of childhood, rose colored glasses, and the economics of brotherhood

28k gen angst

Bludhaven Police Department

Lady_of_Lorule

Summary:

Sgt. Amy Rohrbach learns that her partner, rookie cop Dick Grayson, is not what he seems. Or how Amy finds out that Dick Grayson is the heir to the entire Wayne fortune, the vigilante Nightwing, the leader of the Titans, and meets some of the Batfam and the Titans along the way.

31k gen humor

right place, wrong time

Valkirin

Summary:

Twelve-year-old Tim Drake has homework to finish and dinner waiting at home. He even has an invitation to spend time with Bruce before patrol the next day reviewing toxins and antidotes. It doesn't matter that Bruce prefers to keep things all-business and down in the Batcave. Having Robin again is helping, Tim can already see that, and it's always a relief to know when he's invited back.

Sixteen-year-old Tim Drake decides that he'd rather keep his distance from the tempting research project Bruce has across two work tables. It's archaeology and time travel all at once, even more interesting than usual after Bruce's long trip through time, but Bruce probably won't crack that in one night. Getting involved in the project will eliminate Tim's chance to escape to his apartment for a quiet evening rather instead of struggling through an awkward dinner with Jason and Damian and Bruce.

When the Tims suddenly switch times and places, twelve-year-old Tim has an invitation to dinner and sixteen-year-old Tim knows just what kind of ripples someone can leave from the past.

38k teen angst

Say Uncle

Megaerakles

Summary:

Tim is prepared to take the steps necessary to ensure that Bruce will not feel obligated to adopt Tim when a comatose Jack Drake inevitably dies. But what could be better than preventing Bruce from ending up with a son he doesn't want? Bringing back the one he does.

Jason agrees to the Replacement's stupid, stupid plan to invite some strange adult man he's never met to come live with him, if only to keep the idiot alive long enough for him to serve his purpose in the Great Red Hood Revenge Scheme.

Might this new roommate situation have an impact on either of their worldviews? Surely not...

46k teen

Vultures, Squirrels, and Other Flying Menaces

AstraEllis

Summary:

He used to think that Batman needs a Robin. 

Now, Tim’s pretty sure that Robin was only ever a band-aid. 

He never tried to learn Batman’s identity, but he knows it, and Tim has no idea what to do next to save Gotham from Bruce Wayne’s violent rage. 

He becomes Batman’s shadow – never sidekick – trying to clean up the wreckage he leaves behind. 

A vulture, trying to remove decay before it has a chance to poison everything. 

Tim’s quest to save Gotham from Batman leads him to the most obvious victim – the man’s first Robin. But Dick Grayson’s grief is complex and deep, and not something the twelve-year-old has a fix for. 

What Tim Drake does have, however, is the know how to make money difficult to trace and a certain phone number.

51k dick & Tim & jason found family

Option C

CasualGeek

Summary:

Jason had to make a choice.

Enact his vengeance by killing the Joker himself.

Or

Forget Gotham and stay with Talia.

However, there was an option C.

One that could end with the Joker dead, with Bruce proven wrong and with Gotham changed for the better.

Jason took Gotham to court.

78k teen

cards on the table

wesslan

Summary:

Tim's parents faked their deaths and fled the country years ago, but neglected to take him with them. He spent some time on the streets, and now at 16, he makes a living as a fortune teller, stalking and hustling the shit out of Gotham's elite by telling them eerily accurate fortunes based on the information he gathers about them.

His life is peculiar but he wouldn't change a thing. When he gets booked for the big Wayne Halloween party, however, he finds himself getting all tangled up with the Waynes, and the more fortunes he tells, the tighter the snare becomes.

or: Tim just wanted to scam Gotham's elite, not end up on the Batfamily's watchlist. But it seems they just won't leave him alone..

69k not rated

Bruce Wayne

there but for the grace of god

TheResurrectionist

Summary:

From a tumblr prompt. 

AKA, "A Justice League fic where everyone argues about who's the most beautiful and intimidating sexy from the Big Three and everyone has valid points."

3.7k crack not rated 

Aliens Made Us Do It

FabulaRasa

Summary:

Bruce and Hal run into a little bit of cultural difficulty on an off-world mission. This was really, really not supposed to be Bruce Wayne's wedding day. Consider this story the traditional fannish "oh no we have to get married!" with a BatLanterny twist at the end

25k explicit hal/bruce

Acid Rain and Black Umbrellas

heartofhush

Summary:

Clark Kent hates Gotham. The people are weird, it's always raining, and nobody will give him a straight answer about anything.

He's certain that these people know who the Batman is, but nobody is talking. He just needs to find one of them willing to spill the secret. Any one of them. Seriously, there MUST be at least one.

His teenage son-clone-whatever is losing his powers, and Clark is torn between finding a cure, flirting with Bruce Wayne, and trying to figure out who the hell the Batman is under that cowl. 

Maybe this Tim Drake kid knows something useful.

39k bruce/clark timkon

Friends - Definitions May Vary

Slades_Snowflakes

Summary:

Bruce Wayne and Lex Luther are not friends.

However, Bruce Wayne's persona Brucie is about to re-define what friends means. And due to a series of weird and random moments, Bruce is about to learn that Lex Luthor could be a friend. Whatever that means.

154k Bruce/Lex

[that1emowitch]

At the end of the world / Or the last thing I see / You are never coming home, never coming home

Prompt from @tuna-f-b: Do you still do request? If yes and angst is o.k: what would happend i all the bats died? Like how would the hero community react. The supers alone. Clark having to deal with losing his best friend(?) and the kids he basically co parented- as well as seeing his sons lose their best friends(?) Specially as ships that would be awesome angst

A/N: I'm not crying you're crying (Also, for those who don't know, Izzy is Duke's canon gf and one of the Robins from We Are Robin)

Words: 2504

TW: Mentions of blood, Major character death, Coping with loss, Self-blame, Mentions of relapse (drugs)

“If you’re watching this, I am either deceased or indefinitely unable to continue my duties as Batman. But the world still needs Batman. Gotham still needs Batman. My son Damian Wayne, if he is an adult, shall inherit my mantle— if not, Dick Grayson will take over until he is. In the event that he, too, is unavailable for any reason, the mantle goes to Tim Drake, after him, to Cassandra Cain, then Duke Thomas, then Stephanie Brown, then Jason Todd, should he accept it.”

In the video recording, Batman pauses, taking a deep breath.

“In the unfortunate event that the entire family is… deceased… I have a list of contingency plans on both the Bat-Computer and the Justice League’s primary databases. Oracle will help you access it, but in her… absence… the password is “a6ghr83kc02m”.”

Then video-Bruce takes off the cowl, his pale blue eyes looking straight into the camera.

“I know I was never the best with feelings. But I would like my children, my allies, and friends to know that I’m proud of you. And to my fellow Justice Leaguers… Diana and Clark, I am truly grateful for your companionship. I would never have made it this far without you. Barry, Arthur, Dinah, J’onn, you’ve all been good friends. Oliver, Hal… you’re not so bad either.”

Bruce turns around, and looks over his shoulder, the shadows of the Batcave making the scene even more dramatic.

“I wish you good luck.”

Then the clip ends.

A shuddering breath leaves Clark.

It’s real.

He’s really… They’re all…

He can’t do this anymore. He turns around and walks out the door, leaving the other core Justice Leaguers staring sombrely at the now-blank screen.

He doesn’t know when he started flying, when he started trying to escape. The walls of the Watchtower seem to be suffocating him, but he has enough sense not to just leave the airlock yet.

Instead he finds a corner by a window, far, far away from the others, where he can see a majestic view of Earth, the moon, and the Sun in perfect sync with each other.

He falls to his knees.

His breathing’s uneven, a tear rolls down his cheeks.

Then he feels a hand on his shoulder— soft, trembling, yet steady.

“Kal,” Diana whispers, sitting on the floor next to him. She doesn’t continue— she isn’t sure what to say.

“They’re all going to die, you know? We’re going to bury all of them. Everyone on Earth, everyone we know.” Clark’s voice trembles, in a way Superman’s never does. “It scares me so much.”

“Kal,” Diana says again, pulling Clark into a hug. “It’s okay. We’ve lost… We’ve lost so many of our friends. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to grieve.”

“How are you— how are you so—” Clark can’t form his words properly. He turns to Diana, to see her face tight with grief, eyes misty with unshed tears.

Her voice breaks slightly as she speaks. “I don’t want to believe they’re gone. But… we have to carry on. We’re the Justice League. Our people need us, Kal.”

“So we just go on and on? Forever?” Another tear runs down his cheek. “Ollie, Hal, Dinah, Lois, Jon, they’re all going to… they’re all going to die one day and we just have to… to go on?”

“I’m sorry, but it is the truth,” Diana whispers, her eyes stinging with hot tears. “We must find peace in the fact, right now, that Batman— Bruce, the Robins, they— they were so brave. Brave till the end. And they fell as warriors, defending our world. I’m sure they’ll all reach Elysium.”

“And Dickie, Damian, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke—” Clark’s voice is hoarse. “They were so young, just kids… I… I know Dick, Jay, Tim, Cass… they were adults, but… they’re gone, they’re gone…”

“They were heroes, like you and me. Don’t forget that.”

“I… I know, I just—” Another shuddering breath escapes Clark. “I just— I…”

“It’s okay,” Her voice is forcefully steady, but with an undertone of heartbreak. “It’s okay…”

Dinah looks around the room, her heart heavy.

Clark has left, Diana’s gone after him— both of them need their space, she knows. They were close to Bruce and the other Bats in a way no one else in this room was.

Was.

The word still weighs down on her.

Hal speaks up finally, breaking the deafening silence. “I always thought he hated me.”

No one replies for a long moment.

“I miss the kids,” Barry says finally, his voice quiet. “They were just… Robin was only 14. The others, even Nightwing, they had… they had their whole lives ahead of them.”

More silence.

“Jason, when he was Robin— do y'all remember? Kid was always my favorite,” Ollie says finally. “Was always so sassy. Roy loves him.”

Loves. Dinah winces, but doesn’t correct him. It’s easier to believe they’re just gone for a little while.

“Bruce was a good man,” Arthur adds. “They all were.”

“Tim was, I believe, the smartest,” J’onn says, somber. “It was his plan that allowed us to save Earth.”

“Damian!” Dinah says suddenly, jumping from her seat. “His… his mother. She shouldn’t have to find out from someone else.”

Everyone freezes, faces tight.

Dinah sighs, looking down. “I’ll do it.”

Then she leaves the room, dragging what feels like a heavy weight tied to her soul. She has to do this.

Roy’s sitting in a corner of his apartment, hugging his knees. All he can think of is Jason.

He’s never coming back.

He can still feel the lingering ‘goodbye’ kiss Jason gave him not two days ago, he can still hear him say, “I’ll be back before you know it, babe.”

He never came back.

He’s dead. Dead— dead dead dead DEAD DEAD—

“Small Red not okay?” A booming voice snaps Roy out of his thoughts. He looks up to see Bizarro’s pale blue skin and cold eyes looming over him. He’s crying. “Red him coming back.”

It takes Roy a second to register that Bizarro speaks backwards. It takes everything in him to not punch him for saying that, for giving him false hope.

He feels something he hasn’t felt in years— feels that whisper in his mind— one hit and it’ll all feel better. Just one hit.

NO! He screams mentally. He feels like bashing his head open.

Instead he lifts his dead eyes to survey the rest of the room— Kori’s on the couch, staring into space. Artemis has a crying Lian in her arms, she’s showing her something— old photos of Jason. Talking, whispering in a broken voice.

No, no he should be the one comforting Lian—

What’s he gonna say?

That— That Jason— That her Papa’s gone forever? That he’s never— he’s never coming back?

No— Jay— Jay deserved so much better, he— he already died once before, he’s been through so much, things were supposed to be better now— not— no, he’s— 

Roy feels Bizarro sit beside him, gently patting his arm.

He snaps out of his thoughts again, turning to Jason’s former teammate, his eyes red-rimmed. His voice raw, he whispers, “Jay’s gone…”

Wally’s standing in the Hall of Heroes, staring up at the holographic projection of Dick— he looks so majestic, so mighty, staring ahead with nothing but hope and courage in his eyes.

Nothing like the cold, dead body that Wally held in his arms just two days ago.

He’s surrounded by his teammates, his friends— Kaldur, M’gann, Artemis, Zatanna, L’gann, Garth— yet he feels so alone.

He sees it again— Dick bleeding out it his arms, his wounds so fatal he died before help arrived. Wally’s the fastest man alive, damn it, yet he couldn’t even save his best friend— his boyfriend. He feels the moment when Dick’s breathing stopped, when his body went limp, when his grip on Wally’s hand loosened.

Everyone’s quiet. M’gann’s stress baking again, L’gann by her side. Artemis and Zatanna are sitting together, Garth’s lingering in a corner, and Kaldur’s standing right beside Wally— close enough for comfort but not so close he’s lurking. He’s shaking.

He can still hear it, hear Dick forcing out his last words, telling Wally it’s okay, that he loves him, that it’ll be fine.

It’s not fine. Not without you.

He wants to scream.

He wants to cry, yell, hit something, do anything.

But he can’t move.

So he just stands there, almost as still as the holographic projection of Dick before him.

Kon is left reeling.

Tim… Tim is…

Tim’s dead.

Tim’s really gone.

He thinks, for just a second, that this is how Tim and Cassie must have felt when he and Bart “died”.

Bart is sitting beside him on the couch, leaning on his side, Cassie’s got her head on his lap. Neither of them speak— Bart’s not even fidgeting— they’re all just trying to be there for each other.

The other Titans are up and about, but staying close for comfort. Jaime and Gar are making food for everyone in the kitchen, Raven and Vic have come back to the tower to make sure the others are okay, and he’s sure Karen’s around too, somewhere.

Yet he feels so empty.

Feels nothing at all.

How can he, when his best friend is dead?

Jon hasn’t spoken in a bit. Not when his Mom brought him his favorite soup, not when Grandma and Grandpa showed up to ‘help’ him and Dad through this, not when Krypto plopped down beside him to comfort him.

He hugs the dog close.

Krypto’s technically Kon’s, but Jon’s sure Kon wouldn’t mind if he stole Krypto for a day.

Another sob escapes him, and he buries his head in Krypto’s back. The dog whines, licking Jon’s hand.

He can’t believe Damian’s gone. 

Really gone.

And he didn’t know just how much he would miss his friend.

Dinah finds Talia Al Ghul on a building in Metropolis, overlooking the city. Her face is tight with sorrow, but she keeps herself in check, her back straight, head held high.

She already knows, Dinah deduces.

“I… I’m sorry,” Dinah starts, unsure of what to say. She knows, from her experience as a psychologist, that ‘sorry’ is the last thing a grieving person wants to hear, but she doesn’t have anything else to say.

Talia doesn’t reply for a long time. Then she says, her voice numb, “I should have known, when bringing Damian into this life, that I would also be bringing him amidst the dangers that come with.”

Dinah’s brows furrow. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have done anything at all.”

“I should have trained him better, I should have kept him close, I should—” Talia takes a shuddering breath. “I should have never brought him into this life.”

Dinah can’t argue with that— she knows how Damian had come to be, and it… wasn’t the best birth ever.

“Now leave, hero,” Talia says, her voice numb and cold. “Go back to protecting the world. Leave me be.”

Dinah wants to say something better, comfort the woman, but she can’t. So she just turns back, and leaves.

By the time Harper Row makes her way to the Clock Tower, there’s already quite a crowd there— Kate, Renee Montoya, Harley, Ivy, Silena, and Helena Bertinili— they’re crowding around Babs, comforting her. Luke Fox and Isabella Ortiz are at the computer, looking through something.

Harper tries to open her mouth to speak, but she can’t get the words out.

She makes her way over to Luke and Izzy, shoulders hunched.

Just three days ago she’d been hanging out with Duke and Izzy and Cass and Steph— they’d all been so carefree, so happy…

And now…

Once she gets close enough she realizes Izzy’s crying, and immediately wraps her arms around the shorter girl. Harper’s trying to hold back tears of her own, too. She feels Luke putting a hesitant hand on her shoulder, squeezing tight.

No one speaks for a long time, they just stand together, seeking comfort in each other.

Then Babs rolls her wheelchair to the center of the room, wiping at her bloodshot eyes. But when she speaks, she sounds surprisingly steady. She’s compartmentalizing, Harper realizes. Putting away Barbara and bringing Oracle back.

“Gotham needs her heroes, now more than ever,” Oracle says, head held high. “We must honor our friends by doing the one thing they’d have wanted— to keep fighting. Keep Gotham safe.”

She sighs, her face tight to fight away tears. “Luke. Batman’s contingency plan, in the Robins’ absence, was to pass you the mantle of Batman. Do you accept?”

Luke’s eyes grow wide slightly, but he straightens himself, looking away. “I… I accept. Dad isn’t going to be happy, but… Gotham needs Batman.”

“Thank you.” Oracle nods at him. “As per Bruce’s will, all Wayne assets, the Manor, and the Batcave are split between Kate, me, Alfred, and Lucius. I… Lucius and I are still figuring out who’s going to take over Wayne Enterprises, but on the vigilante side, I’ve got a plan.”

She turns to Ivy, Harley, Kate, Silena and Helena. “The Birds of Prey are needed here, now more than ever. Dinah— Black canary has offered to help us with Gotham, too.” 

Harley nods, sniffling. Beside her, Ivy speaks up, “The… Most Rogues aren’t happy about this. They’re not rampaging— Bane has fashioned his own version of the Batsuit, he’s going around ‘saving’ people, screaming that Batman never dies. The Joker’s searching for Lazarus Pits and Bruce’s body. Jervis Tetch and Nygma held a get-together yesterday, in the memory of the Bats. I… I think they might help us.”

Harper’s gotta admit, she’s quite surprised about this. Even Babs freezes, taking in this information.

“Gotham needs Robin as much as she needs Batman,” Izzy speaks up from beside her, her voice small but firm. “The Robins can come back, this time you can give us formal training so we can actually help.”

Oracle turns to Luke. “Taking on Robins is your decision, Batman.”

Luke winces at that title— it doesn’t feel like an honor to him, it just feels like an incessant reminder that he’s the last one left. Because his friends are dead. But he nods, anyway, not trusting himself to speak right now.

Then Oracle addresses Harper. “I… would you like to be Batgirl?”

Harper’s heart stops. Memories flash into her head— seeing Steph in the Batgirl costume, seeing Cass in the Batgirl suit, both of whom are now gone.

“N— No,” Harper stutters out, eyes tearful. “I can’t— I’m sorry, Babs. I appreciate the offer, but… Cass was Batgirl. I can’t take her place.”

“I understand.” Babs just nods, lips pursed, misty-eyed. “We will all need to work hand-in-hand until everything settles, we will need to be vigilant. Carry on Batman’s legacy, for as long as we may need to.”

No one speaks again.

They all just let it sink in, hearts heavy.

They’re going to have to do this alone now.

[batboysoneshots]

VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL (BatCat)

Happy Valentines day, I'm writing this because I can't spend this day with my Girlfriend so I'm updating for all you lonely people.

Summary: Bruce and Selina go on a date on Valentines day, all is going well until...

"Move your head undead I can't see!"

"Well excuse me Demon I want to see too" *shuffling sounds* "ow that's my foot!" "Sorry not sorry goldie" *Bruce glares at the table*

Third person pov...

It was Valentines day in Gotham City, the usual crime ridden city seemed happier for once, Couples old and young were out celebrating together.

In Wayne manor in the master bedroom. Bruce was getting ready, he had a date with Selina Kyle that evening

The usual stoic vigilante was fussing about his outfit in the mirror.

He untied the bow again ans redid it, huffing he repeated the process.

"You know you'll be fine right" comes a voice from behind him, jumping slightly cursing himself that he didn't hear him come up behind.

Sighing the man turns around tie undone. Alfred smiles at the man and walks closer. Bruce turns back to the mirror and fiddles with his bow tie again.

Alfred pulls his hands away and starts tying it for him, Bruce looks up and away from the Butler. "I don't know why im nervous, it's Selina for god sake" he mumbles angerly to himself, Alfred pats the young man's cheek.

Blue eyes looks into his, with a closes eyed smile Alfred speaks. "You're nervous because you lover her and wa t the date to go well Sir" Says the older man, Bruce smiles at the man and pats his shoulder.

"You're right as always Alfred, thanks he says Alfred smiles at his 'son' "of course sir, now you must be off or you'll be late" he tells the man, Bruce's blue eyes widened.

He grabbed his coat, hat and bouquet for Selina. "See you later be good boys!" He yells into the manor before running to his car. Alfred waved from the door as the car became smaller and smaller.

As he closed the door we was ambushed by the boys. Back against the door with Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all looking at him the Butler raised his eyebrows.

"No boys, I will not be telling you anything. Now off you pop and leave your Father alone" he tells the boys, before walking to the kichen. The boys all looked at each other before running to the cave.

Dick stands with his hands in his hips. "Shall we go see how Bruce's date is going?" He asks his brothers. Jason grins "do you have yo ask dickiebird" The four boys use the tracker in thr car Bruce was using and found where he was meeting Selina.

With Bruce and Selina...

The man and woman are sat a table in a semi fancy restaurant, both have large smiles on their faces, surround by other happy couples.

"So how are the boys?" Asks the beautiful woman, Bruce takes a sip of his wine then smiles he loves talking about his son's. "They're doing great, Tim's Top at everything in school, Dick just started working at the bludhaven police force, Jason got his masters degree in literature, Damian has started Gotham academy" he tells her, his voice filled with emotion.

Selina smiles and takes his hand in hers "you sure are proud of them" she says sipping at her glass. Bruce smiles at her captured by her beauty. He was very happy when she agreed to go on a date with him, knowing she liked Batman more.

Suddenly he heard familiar voices squabbling behind them. "Move your head undead I can't see!"

"Well excuse me Demon I want to see too" shuffling is heard, as if someone was climbing over someone else.

"ow that's my foot!" "Sorry not sorry goldie" now knowing exactly who it was behind them Bruce turns his Dad glare on full.

"Boys"

Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all stilled and visibly gulped. Slowly entangling themselves from the table and menus they were hiding behind, the 4 boys made their way towards their pissed of Dad and his beautiful Date.

Bruce dad glared at his sons as they stood single file next to his and Selinas table. Arms crossed he looked at his eldest for a excuse. Infront of him Selina was hiding her smiling face.

Dick swallows thickly a grin on his face. "Hi B didn't see you there, we were just-" "-how did you four get in here only couples are allowed tonight" Says Bruce in a tired Dad voice.

Damian pips up. "We are not stupid father, we bribed the person at the desk-" Jason covers the 11 year old face shutting him up, the 16 year old turns his smile to Bruce.

The man sighs and covers his face with his have before turning to apologise to Selina, then the woman bursts out in a fit if laughter. "It's okay Bruce, I'm not made instead I'm surprised, they are just protective over you" she tells the man through her laughter.

The man turns to his sons who have bowed heads and visible blush on their ears, suddenly the man was smiling and pulling his four boys into a hug. "Thank you boy, but I am okay " he tells them.

"We know and we accept" whisper Dick making the man blush and quick sit down again in his chair. The boys soon left the two alone and drove back to the Manor.

Still blushing Selina leans over and kisses the man on his bright red cheek a smirk on her red lips. "Thank you for such an entertaining date Bruce" she whispers to him, Bruce smiles at the woman.

"I had no idea they would go that far I'm sorry Selina" he tells her as they stand finished with their meal. Arm in arm they walk out of the restaurant and to Bruce's car.

Selians stops just as they get to the door. "How about this make it up to me with another date" she tells him, Bruce nods his head eagerly, the blonde woman smiles and kisses him fully on the lips.

Cheering is heard from thr car park.

"Woo go Selina!"

"I knew it cough it up Todd!"

"That's cheating, now im out of 20 dollars"

"We are happy for you two"

Bruce blushes bright red again twisting his head to the voices of his sons. "You little shit, I'm telling Alfred about you!" He yells shaking his clenched fist their way making the boys burst out in laughter Selina joining in.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot! I enjoyed writing it. Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes

Request are open!

Word count: 1127

[ghost-bxrd]

So I've seen you post a lot about Dick and Calvin recently, and I wanted to know how you thought Calvin would react, in this Calvin gets adopted by Bruce kind of au, to:

1). Jason's death, in the assumption Calvin can't prevent it (And subsequently what he would do to Joker for it.)

2) Damian's early childhood.

3) Tim's Tim-ness.

4) How Calvin would react to the Batman Robin situation, when he finally learns about it.

I haven't gotten the opportunity to learn much about Calvin, but you have me interested, I'm a sucker for overly traumatized characters, and I am looking for the comics with him!

We can never have enough Calvin Rose content, that boy is so underrated 🥺💚

1. Pfpfpfpf you know for ONCE I wanted to go with “Jason doesn’t die in this Au” but you asked and I shall deliver hehehe.

Look, Calvin adores children. And it’s no different with Jason, whom he basically helped Bruce raise from the moment he came to the manor. (Bruce is a good dad here but emotions are not his forte. Calvin picks up the slack.)

So we’ve got a former Talon basically raising Jason, sharing a lot of his interests, teaching him fun escape techniques and pranking the others…

Only for Jason to die in Ethiopia. Beaten within an inch of his life and then blown up.

Because his birth mother sold him to the Joker.

Look, there’s very few things that make Calvin snap. Canonically it only happens when his loved ones are in danger/threatened, or children are being hurt.

And this one ticks off both boxes.

Calvin doesn’t kill if he can help it. Hasn’t done so since that one time with the Court, and that instance still haunts him in his sleep. But this?

Yeah. He’s not losing any sleep over killing Joker. He’d hunt the clown and put him down like a rabid animal. Cold, clean, and efficient. No drawing it out.

2. As mentioned before, Calvin adores kids. I don’t think they’d meet before Damian comes to the manor though, so no early early childhood shenanigans. But when Damian arrives, all entitled and clearly having been conditioned from a very young age, he gives Bruce a very deadpan “You do know you don’t get a discount for the amount of traumatized kids you take in, right?”

Damian is a stabby little shit that tries to kill Calvin at every turn. Dick thinks it’s hilarious. Damian becomes progressively more angry because Calvin doesn’t break a sweat side stepping each and every attempt. (Talon training pays off)

Calvin just lets Damian “burn off his excess energy” (“You do know he’s a kid and not a puppy, right?”) and uses the time the boy isn’t actively trying to murder him to child proof the manor again. Just to piss Damian off.

Having the kid try to poison him at dinner that day is so worth it.

Damian reluctantly warms up to Calvin over the next few weeks when the former Talon proves annoyingly helpful at setting up his room and helping him with training. (Although Damian turns his nose up every time Calvin obviously handles him with kiddie gloves. But the man point blank refuses to do anything else.)

3. Calvin spends a week around Tim and all his alarm bells for “neglected child” are going off like autotune in his brain.

Considering it’s still very close to Jason’s death tho it would take him some time to truly warm up to Tim.

Tim wishes Calvin remained as distant as he was the first year or so (no he doesn’t) because now Calvin has strictly limited his daily caffeine intake, is forcing him to eat at least three healthy meals a day, and actually set a bed time for him.

Tim is outraged (flustered) about being treated like a kid (like the kid he is).

4. Depending on who’s Robin when he finds out the reactions would vary greatly, but he still wouldn’t be happy that Bruce is taking kids out onto the streets at night to fight criminals either way. It remind him too much of the Court for comfort, grooming children into the percent assassin.

After a while though he’d realize that Bruce would love nothing more than for his Robin(s) to hang up the mantle and just live their lives to the fullest, and that they’re simply too stubborn and determined to fight crime with Batman to stay at home. With our without permission.

It helps that Bruce is clearly distressed and close to benching Robin whenever Dick/Jason comes back from patrol with a bruise. Never mind an actual injury.

[blu3-ja3]

Chapter 5

Jillian's POV

It's agony, pure agony returning back into my body. It feels like every nerve is being cut open, rubbed with salt and then lit on fire. Even saying that it sounds more pleasant than what I'm actually feeling. It's impossible to describe the pain and this time it's only pain. No weird limbo between it's just pain, it hurts so much but that's not the worst part.

No the worst part is how empty and hollow I feel... How small and weak. No matter how hard I'll try my body held for a moment, a small part of an eldritch being and it knows I am not that. I come to blind and disoriented, reaching out and wailing, begging for something I'm missing. Something I lack, I'm empty. I don't know why I know, why it feels like absolute fact but it does.

I can hear myself screaming and the sound of fighting, only one sound disappears and it's not me. I begin to quit again and I hear a familiar voice mumbling quietly as a hand leaves my body. I force myself to open my eyes and I find myself on a familiar wood table, still chained and naked. Lady Am walks back into the room holding a large tome as she flips through pages.

"Those buffoons nearly cost us this ritual Jillian, thankfully we don't have to be in the exact center of the convergence for this to work." Stepping closer, Lady Am places a hand on my stomach and smiles at me, "Well let's continue shall we? I've lost my original tool but enough is carved in, simple ink should do the trick."

With a slight flick of her wrist the woman produces a paint brush that is dripping with black ink. She leans over my body with the tome in one hand and the brush in the other and begins to pain and chant. I can feel the carving in my arms begin to burn as the chanting continues, the paint starts cold but as soon as she moves to the next symbol the cold paint begins to burn.

There's a flash behind Lady Am as a giant tear begins to form in the air behind her. It leads to an empty nothingness that feels eerily familiar, suddenly two claws reach out and an extremely tall humanoid figure steps out. They're grey in skin with no features where their face should be. Soon another one follows behind, Lady Am smiles at them before stopping her chanting for a moment.

"Go! Have fun, weaken our Lady Gotham's bindings so she may walk with us!" The figures become blurs as they dash away.

More filter out from the rift and follow behind the first one. Lady Am moves from my chest to my stomach, chanting as she paints. I lay there helpless and exhausted as the room begins to shake, it takes me a moment to realize that I'm not the one shaking but the earth is. When I look at Lady Am she's smiling at me, a horrific smile that causes me to shiver.

"We close now, soon you will be no more and our Lady Gotham will inhabit your vessel. Rejoice!" Her smile gets impossibly wide as she goes back to painting and chanting. I let my head fall back against the table and cry.

Jason's POV

I'm sitting in the batcave next to Dick and Damian, Kon and Bart are sitting next to Tim who's no longer screaming in pain and is now softly sleeping. Damian hadn't been out for long when Constantine fixed whatever he fixed but Damian wasn't shot twice in the back.

I feel something buzzing in my jacket, reaching down for my phone I see Roy's contact information on my screen. I smile as I answer all too happy to hear from Lian before she goes to bed. Roy and I have been living together for a while now, he was all too happy to let me stay with him and Lian when I came back. It's only been a few months but I've decided I would die for that little girl.

My smile instantly drops as I hear Roy's heavy breathing from the other end. There's the sound of movement and then the start of a motorcycle on the other end.

"Roy? What's going on?" Dick looks concerned as I stand up out of my seat, Damian and Alfred match his expression.

"Jason where are you? Is it safe?" I can barely make out Roy telling Lian to keep her head against his chest as wind rushes around in the background.

"I'm at the manor and yeah it's safe, Roy what's going on?" I asked again, I try to keep my voice calm as I hear screaming in the background.

"I don't know man, something is attacking people! This weird rip opened in the living room, something came out and tried to attack Lian!" I hear Lian cry out and Roy yelling that they're almost there.

I didn't realize but I have ran up the stairs leading out of the cave to the grandfather clock entrance. As I exit I can hear the rumbling engine of Roy's bike outside, behind me Damian is following along with Dick who's also on the phone. I rush over to the front door as Roy runs up carrying Lian. There's a rush of air and then a tall grey creature is standing between the manor and Roy.

Lian screams as the thing lunges forwards, Roy turns himself so only he's hit as the creature strikes out and cuts his back and shoulder. There's a loud bang as the creature falls forwards, Alfred stands next to me holding a smoking shotgun. I rushed forward towards Roy, Lian is crying in his arms as I do my best to help him into the house. Once inside Alfred immediately escorts him to the nearest seat as Damian rushes over with a medical kit.

I held Lian in my arms trying to calm her as Alfred tended to Roy, thankfully he was wearing a leather jacket so it wasn't as deep as originally thought. Lian calmed quickly as Roy reached up and rubbed her back from where he sat.

"What was that? What's going on?" Dick asked began pacing he seemed a little more on edge than normal.

"No clue dude, they're all over Gotham. I had to get Lian to safety first but they're everywhere," Roy said pulling back on his jacket... Wait.

"Is that my missing jacket?" I smirked as Roy's cheek flushed a bit. Lian giggled in my arms and leaned up to whisper in my ear.

"Daddy asked me to help hide it," I raised a brow at Roy and laughed at the betrayal that washed over his face.

The front door burst open and was quickly shut after as Kori flew to Dick carrying their daughter; Mar'i, who was a year older than Lian. It was a shock to learn that not only did Dick and Kori get married they also had a kid. Mar'i was adorable and such a sweet kid. The small family held each other as Dick slowly let tension bleed from his shoulders.

There's a crash from further in the manor and the sound of running. The panicked voices of Steph and Cass yell for Duke the boy is being tackled by another of the strange creatures. The two slide and slam into the wall, Duke kicks the thing off of him and has just enough time to recover as it lunges at him again. The teen readies himself only for a bright green bolt to hit the creature burning it into ash.

"What was that thing?!" Steph screamed as she rushed to Duke.

"I do not know, young masters, but I would suggest you all get to the cave and suit up. It seems our fair city is being invaded by whatever they are," Alfred said as he picked up his first aid kit and the shotgun from earlier.

"What about the kids?" Roy asked as he stood up from his chair and everyone walked to the nearest batcave entrance.

"They can stay here with me and Alfred in the cave," I offered as I looked at Kori as she nodded her head. Once down everyone scattered to get ready I began to walk towards the Batcomputer when I was stopped by Roy who turned me around to face him.

"Be good for Jay, okay? Listen to him when he tells you to do something," Roy placed a kiss on his little girl's head before he looked up and met my eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat before I refocused myself.

"Protect her please," Roy whispered as he tightened his grip on my arm. I don't know what came over me but I leaned forward and let our forehead touch as I stared into Roy's powder blue eyes.

"With my life Roy... With my life," I whispered staring at him before stepping away. I sat with Lian in my lap as I tried to contact Oracle and got nothing. Taking a moment I linked four extra comms to our systems and grabbed them. I gave one to Kon, one to Bart, one to Kori and one to Roy.

I then returned to the computer hoping to see Barbara had booted up the Oracle systems but found nothing. Taking a deep breath I turned to everyone standing in together.

"Alright, Oracle isn't online. Black Bat and Batgirl will go see if they can fix that, I can't do much here without Oracle's help." I point to Cass and Steph who both nod.

"Arsenal and Nightwing, I need you on the ground moving civilians to safety." I point to Roy and Dick who both give confident smiles.

"Robin and Signal will set up a safe zone here, Black Bat and Batgirl will join you two once they help Oracle." Duke gives a two finger salute and Damian nods once.

"Superboy, Impulse, and Starfire I need you guys to get me information, we don't know much of anything or how wide spread this is. You two can fly and Impulse you're a speedster. Be smart and relay what you can." The 3 meta nod before everyone disperse rushing into action.

"Need help?" I spin to see Tim limping over, he's in the bottom half of the Red Robin suit with bandages covering most of his top half. My brows furrow and try to speak before Tim cuts me off.

"After Joker got to me, I helped Oracle too. I refused to do nothing while everyone else was out there, two is better than one," Tim said as he sat down in a second chair then he turned around and smiled.

I sighed moving to sit next to him as we began to work together, Mar'i eventually came over and sat in Tim's lap while Lian was in mine. The two girls giggled and played together while me and Tim started instructing the different groups. Eventually Babs got to the clock tower and linked up with everyone else.

Damian and Duke got a good safehouse set up at the Gotham Bank and GCPD, Cass joined Damian and Steph helped Duke. Eventually the three metas came back to help Dick and Roy. Raven and Beast Boy came to help along Cyborg, apparently Raven had some idea about the strange rifts and what the creatures coming through them were.

"-ed X, Oracle, can either of you hear me?" I glanced at Tim as Bruce's voice came through the comms.

"We're here Bats. What do you need?" Tim asked, he shifted slightly as Mar'i reached out to Lian and giggled.

"Constantine knows where the source of these creatures is but I'll need all the help we can get, is anyone available?" A choir of voices responded to the questions.

"We've got a couple of extra hands here B, tell us where to meet you," Barbara laughed, her smile could be heard from the other end as clear as day.

"The old Thompson house, be prepared for a fight," Bruce instructed, again everyone responded.

Robin, Signal, Black Bat, Spoiler, Superboy, and Impulse were left to defend the civilians. Nightwing, Arsenal, Starfire, Raven, Breast Boy, and Cyborg left to assist Batman, Catwoman and Constantine. Tim focused on the younger vigilantes comms while I focused on the adults with Barbara splitting herself between the two. Gotham was being attacked and it was all hands on deck.

Cursed Gotham Masterpost

[starwarsmum]

And chapter four of Love and Justice is here: Can I have this Dance?

@maribat-calendar-events

“And lastly the gala on Saturday is all hands on deck. We've had no intel that something is being planned in the rest of Gotham so it's reasonable to assume that they'll be planning something for the big event.”

Dick muffled a groan at that, stressing about the fact that Marinette had promised to come with him. She'd started rambling about dresses, and matching ties and pocket squares, which he thought was adorable. Their next evening in, she had spent the time browsing his wardrobe and sketching.

“Problem, Nightwing?” Bruce said, appearing next to him abruptly. 

“Nope, no problem,” he said, giving a thumbs up. “Just, uh, I'm bringing my girlfriend so-”

“Wait, we get to meet her?” Jason said, suddenly interested. He had been dismantling a gun up to that point but he slotted it back together at speed before turning to Dick. “And she's real? Not a paid actress or something.”

“Tt, can we please stop this? It is of little consequence other than Nightwing having possible difficulties getting free should something occur,” Damian grumbled. “Father, we shall all be prepared for any eventuality.”

After that, they disbanded, Dick heading straight for his apartment to get some rest.

_ _ _

“We don't have to stay long,” Dick promised, holding out his elbow for her. She nodded, smiling softly at him and his stomach swooped. Even after two months of dating, he couldn't fully believe it was real. And now, here he was, introducing her to his family.

“We can stay however long you want,” Marinette assured him, pulling him gently forward to help get it over with. “As strange as it sounds, this isn't my first time at an event like this.”

They didn't get a chance to talk more before they were swept into greeting people. Dick was impressed with how gracefully she moved and interacted with people. Lord knew he'd always hated these events, from the fake people to the stiff suits he had to wear. But Marinette practically floated along, smile firmly on her face as she allowed him to introduce her.

“Yo, Dickie, why didn't you bring her straight over here?” Jason demanded as he approached the couple. Marinette tilted her head at him and Dick almost couldn't breathe as he wondered how this would play out. Jason had a tendency to wind people up and rub them the wrong way like it was a sport, and Dick wasn't sure how well Marinette would handle that sort of thing.

“I don't know, Jay, it's a mystery,” he said, deadpan. Marinette covered a giggle with one hand before holding it out to Jason for a handshake. “Marinette, this is Jason, my brother.”

“Enchanté, Marinette,” Jason said with a smirk, bending his head to kiss the back of her hand instead. “If Dick ever drives you insane you're more than welcome to spend time with me instead.”

“Thanks, but I think I'm fine,” she chuckled, pulling her hand back and taking hold of Dick's. “You're the second eldest, right?”

“That's me, not the eldest, not the youngest so I must be a middle child,” he said dramatically, sighing heavily. Marinette laughed properly this time, shaking her head. “Yes, most people do laugh at my pain, but it's better than being ignored…”

“Jay, you are literally over six feet tall; I'm not sure you've been ignored in years,” Dick said, exasperated. “I miss when you were small and looked up to me, not the other way around. But as you've pointed out that we haven't made it to the others yet, so I'm going to take Marinette over there now. Have a good night.”

Jason booed loudly as Dick pulled Marinette away, drawing many eyes their way, but Dick chose to ignore it all. He made a beeline for Bruce and Damian, the latter of whom was looking bored. He looked up at the couple as they approached and his demeanour instantly became more relaxed.

“Richard, Marinette,” he said in his usual clipped tones. Marinette extracted her hand from Dick's to offer it to Damian as she had dozens of times that evening.

“Hi, Damian, I hope you're keeping well,” she said brightly. Bruce had turned to them as well at this point so Marinette turned to him next. “And you must be their father, it's lovely to meet you! I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Dick's partner.”

“Wonderful to meet you at last Marinette. Call me Bruce,” he said, turning up his ‘Brucie’ charm and smiling vapidly at her. Damian rolled his eyes at that and Dick was embarrassed. He knew why it was important for Bruce to maintain the facade but it made him wish he'd introduced her anywhere else. ‘Drunk Brucie' was objectively the worst of his public personas.

“Hi Bruce. I hope you're having a good evening,” she said, smiling brightly still. 

“Oh, for sure,” Bruce said, glancing away. Dick knew he was checking to make sure there weren't any problems, or potential problems, but he was sure to everyone else it looked like he was disinterested.

“Father, I'm going to go with Richard and Marinette, I don't believe she has met Drake or Cass yet,” Damian said, and Dick could have hugged him. “Come, I think I saw Cass over in a corner.”

They trudged over to the corner, managing to dodge plenty of tipsy socialites on their way. Damian still had quite a reputation for his refusal to accept their attentions, so others gave them all a wide berth. If Marinette noticed it, she didn't comment.

“Hi,” she said as both Tim and Cass looked up at them. Cass nodded and waved, and Tim actually put his phone away to greet her. “Nice to meet you both.”

“Wow, I don't think I've heard someone say that with sincerity at one of these things in years,” Tim joked. “Hey, I'm Tim and this is Cass. She doesn't really talk much, so try not to take it personally.”

“Sure thing,” Marinette replied easily, smiling at Cass. Cass was watching Marinette closely, as she always did with new people, but apparently didn't find anything amiss quite yet because she relaxed again. “These parties are always so stiff, I wish they'd play some decent music or something.”

“Yeah, well, as soon as Bruce gives us the go ahead, we're ditching out,” Tim said conspiratorially. 

“Won't the Waynes get funny about a bunch of guests ditching out?” Marinette asked as Jason arrived in the group. Everyone stared at her for a moment before looking to Dick for an explanation, but he was just as lost.

“That's why we wait for Bruce to give us the go ahead,” Tim said slowly. “He makes us come to these events because it looks good when he can say the whole family came, but he knows none of us can stand it. Dick's actually the only one with a decent excuse to ditch early, since he brought you along.”

“Wait, I don't understand,” Marinette said, brow furrowed as she glanced between all of them. “You're telling me that-” she pointed to where Bruce was smiling flirtingly down at a young socialite who seemed to be loving it “-is Bruce Wayne, company executive, philanthropist, leading the forefront of dozens of fields and that raised the lot of you?”

“I mean, raised is a strong word. He took us in but we were mostly raised by Alfred,” Jason said, shrugging. At Marinette's confused look he elaborated. “Old English butler.”

“Huh,” she said, before groaning and covering her face. “You were supposed to be my normal boyfriend, I'm never going to live this down.”

“Um, what?” Dick said, unsure if he should be insulted. The others looked like they felt similarly, glancing at him amusedly. 

“You're a goddamn rich kid,” she said, as if that explained everything. “Why are you working as a cop? Surely you have everything you need? I can't believe I got tricked like this!”

“Okay, I'm lost,” Tim said, eyeing Marinette warily. “Most people would be thrilled to learn that their boyfriend has money. What am I missing here?”

“Because my friends are going to mock me relentlessly for managing to find not only another rich kid to date but one that's even more ridiculously wealthy than the ones that have come before!” Marinette half shouted. Several people turned towards their group and she flushed before quieting down. “The first boy I properly dated turned out to be related to a famous rockstar, the second was a freaking model, then there was a whole debacle with a foreign princess-”

“I'm sorry, a princess-”

“No, no I'm not going in all of that! Jesus, I'm sorry but I'm going to need a minute to come to terms with this.”

“What just happened?” Dick asked as she made her way to the bathroom. He was a little stunned, and very confused, by everything that had just happened. “Seriously, what…”

“It appears you found the only person within Gotham that is not after you for your connection to Father,” Damian said, sounding amused. “I truly didn't expect her to be this entertaining, thank you for bringing her with you.”

“You didn't tell her who adopted you?” Jason said, somehow sounding both incredulous and mocking.

“It never really came up! And I guess I assumed Damian ‘the blood child' Wayne had already blown that when she met him,” Dick retorted, running a hand through his hair. 

“Richard, I find it highly offensive that you used that tone when referring to my birthright-”

“Why did she think you were invited to this thing?” Tim wondered aloud, making Damian glare at him for cutting him off. Tim dutifully ignored him. “It's not exactly an open event.”

“You know what, I think I'm just going to go and talk to her,” Dick said as he spotted her re-entering the room. His anxiety eased slightly when she smiled at him as he approached her. “Hey, you good?”

“Yes, sorry,” she said, flushing again. “I just wasn't expecting any of…that. And I really am not looking forward to explaining to my friends that my amazing but ordinary cop boyfriend is actually the son of a billionaire. They're going to gloat so hard.”

“I didn't realise it would be such a deal breaker,” Dick joked. “Man am I glad I never mentioned it.”

“Watch it, pretty boy,” she said with mock severity. “Anyway, this party's boring; what do you say we get out of here?”

“We should probably have one dance,” Dick said mischievously, taking her hand and pulling her after him to the dancefloor. 

[peterxwade24]

BWYD Shorts

Sickfic

I wrote this while sick(?) maybe. I dunno man I just wanted to since I feel terrible.

This does take place, canonically, before Ma Kent and after Marinette moves into the manor. I hope you enjoy it.

Enjoy~

Marinette groaned as she sat up in bed, her head was pounding and she could barely breathe. She hated getting sick with a fiery passion, but to get sick here? And now? That was even worse.

She had only been in Gotham for a few months, barely enough time to have finally figured out how to get from her room to the living room, kitchen and dining room. She was not confident in her ability to traverse the manor on a normal day, add in a killer headache and a stuffy nose? She would rather just suffer in bed without anything to help.

Alfred chose that exact moment to knock on her door, waiting a few moments before sticking his head in with a smile. “Good morning Miss Marinette. Will you be joining the family for breakfast this morning or shall I prepare a tray and bring it up here for you?”

Marinette groaned and flopped back onto the bed, not quite giving an answer.

Alfred frowned and walked into the room, a concerned look on his face. He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead and frowned at her. “Do you feel well Miss Marinette?”

“I feel pretty bad Alfred. I dunno. I just, I woke up feeling terrible.” Marinette sniffled. “I’ll be fine, I’ll just stay here, away from everyone else.”

“I’ll make you some soup.” Alfred offered her a smile and walked towards the door. “I shall inform your father that you are unwell.”

“There’s no need to do that. I’m sure he won’t even notice.” Marinette rolled over and grabbed a tissue to blow her nose.

“He’s your father, of course he will notice.” Alfred walked out of the room, leaving the door cracked open just a little.

---

Bruce looked around the table and counted again. He was pretty sure there were not enough children around his dining room table but couldn’t figure out who was missing, until it hit him. “Where’s Marinette?”

The boys all shrugged, none of them had any clue where she was.

“Miss Marinette shall not be joining you for breakfast this morning,” Alfred started before Damian cut him off.

“Tt. Does Dupain-Cheng think so highly of herself that she doesn’t think she should have to grace us with her presence?”

Alfred just continued on, completely disregarding Damian’s comment. “Miss Marinette has woken up ill. She has said she will just stay up in her room and stay away from everyone.”

Bruce frowned and started to get up to go check on her, however before he could leave the room, Jason had beat him to it.

Dick looked at where Jason had just been before looking at Bruce. “Well, I guess we know who’s taking the first shift.”

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Marinette rolled over, having just woken up from a nap, and immediately almost jumped out of her skin.

Tim had fallen asleep against the wall in a chair next to her bed. The paperwork he had been working on had fallen around him in a loose circle and Alfred the cat was playing in the papers. Jason had fallen asleep against the foot of the bed with a worn copy of The Great Gatsby held against his chest. Dick had fallen asleep on one side of the window seat with Duke in the other side and they had been having an intense thumb wrestling competition to keep her mind off of how terrible she felt. Steph, Cass and Babs had falled asleep in the blanket fort Cass and Marinette had built and never taken apart.

Bruce was standing in the doorway with a gentle smile on his face. When he noticed that she was awake he very carefully walked over to sit down next to her. “How are you feeling Mon Chou?”

Marinette melted and realized that maybe Bruce did notice if one of his kids wasn’t at the table during mealtimes. Maybe Bruce wasn’t all that bad.

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