#She got away from that and ran away to Gotham to hide out

[rosemaryhoney27]

Dead End Diner

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The neon sign above the little corner diner buzzed faintly, its flickering letters spelling out The Dead End. Rain drizzled from the Gotham sky, casting reflections of sickly green and crimson across the slick asphalt. Crime, chaos, and capes ruled the night—but inside the warm diner, a world of sizzling grills, greasy coffee, and ghost-proof walls thrived in peace.

Danny Fenton wiped down the countertop, ghost core humming gently with contentment.

Leaving Amity Park had been easy once his parents screamed the word “monster.” The lab accident that gave him ghost powers had changed everything, and not everyone could handle the truth. Especially Jack and Maddie Fenton.

Vlad Masters hadn’t taken rejection well either. Maddie still wanted nothing to do with him—half ghost or not. In a final, dramatic end, Vlad destroyed his ghost half and drank himself into the grave. The only note he left behind was a signed will, bequeathing everything to Daniel Fenton.

So now Danny was wealthy.

And utterly, devastatingly bored.

Money didn’t thrill him. Mansions made him feel lonely. Charity galas were stiff and full of liars. So he’d packed up and moved to the most chaotic, unpredictable, high-stakes city he could think of: Gotham.

He bought a crumbling building right in the Narrows, cleaned it out, reinforced it with ghost tech and some stolen WayneTech from Vlad’s stash, and opened a 24/7 diner.

He called it The Dead End.

It was a hit almost instantly. Not because of the food, though it was great (Danny had a mean hand with greasy spoons), but because of the way he ran it.

“Pay if you can, eat if you’re hungry, and don’t be a jerk.”

Word spread. The homeless knew they’d get warm soup and hot fries. Night-shift nurses sat next to henchmen on break. Cops blinked awkwardly at villains scarfing pancakes. No fights, no weapons, no questions. If a rogue battle broke out outside, people flooded in for shelter. Danny never locked the doors.

He sat behind the counter and watched the madness through the windows, eating his waffles in peace. If he had to step out and go invisible to redirect a missile away from his roof, well, that was his business.

Gotham’s vigilantes didn’t see it that way.

Nightwing was the first to break in.

Danny caught him perched on the rafters like an oversized, very broody bat.

“You want eggs or pancakes?” Danny asked, not looking up from his crossword puzzle.

“…I’m not here to eat.”

“Then you broke into my diner for nothing? That’s kinda rude.” Danny gestured to the stools. “Sit. I’m not feeding a potential burglar unless he’s sitting.”

Grumbling, Nightwing slid down and took a seat.

A week later, Red Hood tripped the back alarm. He got a grilled cheese shoved into his hands before he could say a word.

Tim Drake hacked the registers. Danny dumped a milkshake in his lap and gave him a free slice of pie “as an apology.”

Spoiler got caught trying to blend in by wearing a hoodie. She got extra whipped cream and a “next time just ask for a table.”

They kept coming. Not even Batman himself was immune. One evening, the lights flickered and dimmed as a familiar voice echoed behind him.

“You’re not what you seem.”

Danny, utterly unbothered, slid a coffee mug across the counter.

“And you look like you need caffeine and a therapist.”

The cowl’s frown deepened. “How is your building still standing after Joker launched a rocket at this block?”

“I reinforced it,” Danny said, sipping his soda. “Ghost-proof, explosion-dampening, and built with spite. That helps.”

“You let known criminals hide here.”

“I let everyone hide here. I’m not a cop, Bats. I’m a fry cook.”

“You’re not just a fry cook.”

Danny’s eyes shimmered green.

“No,” he said. “I’m also a ghost. Now sit your haunted butt down and let me feed you before you faint from low blood sugar.”

Eventually, the Bats gave up trying to prove he was a villain.

Instead, they started… showing up.

Red Robin brought his laptop and camped at a booth during patrol. He claimed it was “recon,” but Danny always brought him extra hash browns.

Red Hood “accidentally” forgot his helmet once and got his favorite booth permanently labeled “Angry Soup Guy.”

Nightwing flirted with the waitress, annoyed Danny to no end, and somehow ended up helping wash dishes on busy nights.

Even Batman… tolerated the place. He’d never admit it, but he once grunted “thanks” after Danny saved Batgirl from getting crushed by falling debris—without revealing her identity or asking questions.

The Rogues started calling Danny “Ghost Chef.”

The vigilantes? “Spook Fry.”

He’d been called worse.

One night, just before closing, Danny flipped the sign to CLOSED and leaned against the window. Outside, Scarecrow and Batwoman were having a rooftop showdown. The sky was full of smoke and red light. He yawned.

Behind him, Damian Wayne sat sipping a very serious cup of cocoa and glared at the sugar skull art on the wall.

“You’re suspicious,” Damian said. “You let Joker’s goons eat here last week.”

“They paid in stolen casino chips. I took it. Better than nothing.”

“You don’t fear us.”

“I don’t fear much.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You’re hiding something.”

Danny winked. “Aren’t we all?”

The Dead End became legend.

A safe zone. A neutral ground. A place where Penguin’s thugs might sit next to Batgirl and silently agree not to wreck the place.

Danny never asked questions, and he always served the best damn pancakes in Gotham.

He’d been disowned. Betrayed. Abandoned. But in Gotham, the city of masks and monsters, he found peace in chaos, purpose in pancakes, and power in doing what no one else dared: building something kind in a world built on fear.

And honestly?

That was way more fun than being rich.

[niwaart]

Family without light

[#Part1 #part2 #Part3 #part4]

Jason's bike stopped in front of Damian's school, the school was almost empty at this time. Damian walked over to where Jason stopped and got on the bike after putting on his helmet. Jason noticed that Damian was depressed these months, he would be a fool if he did not notice the change in Damian, first his fights with Tim had stopped, his taking care of his animals had decreased, and his enthusiasm for fighting crime had disappeared. He knew why, it was all because of Y/N's departure, and he had to admit that her decision to divorce Bruce was a good choice... almost.

He rode his bike back to Wayne Manor in silence, Jason didn't make fun of Damian for this, he himself was suffering now after Y/N's departure and even before her departure... Before his death, his relationship with Y/N ​​was beautiful, wonderful, like a real family, he couldn't have asked for more, but after his death... everything changed, he still remembered that night when he returned to Gotham and sought revenge on Bruce and the Joker, when Batman was chasing him through the city's procedures and the identity of the Red Hood was still unknown Y/N was the first to discover his true identity, she was monitoring his movements through the bat computer while Batman was chasing him, and when she saw Red Hood's movements... and how familiar he was in every way she didn't hesitate for a moment to take the nearest car in front of her and drive to Batman and Red Hood's location. Alfred tried to stop her but couldn't, as soon as Y/N reached their location she ran to them. Batman tried to stop Y/N and push her away but Y/N shouted at Batman that Red Hood is her son… her son… Jason remembers that he froze in place when he saw Y/N and when he heard the word… my son… his mind was confused, he didn’t know what to do and from the sudden tension and pressure he raised his gun towards her and shot her… he doesn’t remember what happened after that… he doesn’t remember anything… he only remembers that Y/N gave him a look that he will never forget as long as he lives… a look full of pain and sadness… and disappointment… and from the strength of his fear and tension he fired another shot and then everything else turned into a blur… he ran as fast as he could away from the place… away from her…

Since that day his relationship with Y/N ​​changed, even after his relationship with Bruce improved, he didn't visit her or meet her... afraid of her reaction, afraid of seeing her hatred towards him in her eyes... Still... he was still trying to follow her... even if it was by chance... he wanted to improve his relationship with her.. like before... to be a mother and son again... he admits that he missed hugging her before going to sleep, and morning activities like yoga and chasing around the house... if he could go back.. he wants to stay in those moments that he cherished with all his heart... but he can't... he tried once to enter the house at a random time... just to meet Y/N even if it was by chance... but by mistake.. he overheard Y/N and Alfred arguing about him... which broke his heart and he surrendered that she would never forgive him.. Alfred told her to see Jason more, Jason became quieter and came to the house more often... Y/N's answer had ruined all his plans for reconciliation... Y/N said that this boy is not Jason... Not her son… Her son is dead and he’s not coming back. Jason remembers running as fast as he could out of the house, riding his bike as fast as he could, and hiding in one of his safe houses. He couldn’t stop the tears… He couldn’t hide his regret… Hide his feelings… Hide his frustration… He was sorry… He was sorry… He was ready to pay back… He was ready for Y/N to shoot him if she wanted… She could kill him if she wanted… He was ready to surrender… He just wanted her to forgive him… To be her son again… He wanted to tell her about his fears and nightmares that haunt him at night… He wanted to tell her about the pain he felt without her, he wanted to hold her before he fell asleep… Like a little child… Couldn’t he have that? Couldn’t he be her son again? What should he do? He was ready to do what she asked for until the end… He really missed her so much…

Jason stopped his bike in front of Wayne Manor. "Okay brat... We're here." Jason turned to Damian who took off his helmet and walked silently into the manor... Jason sighed sadly. He was sure Damian felt the same way... That he missed her... Jason wondered if Y/N still had any love for him... He didn't know.

As soon as Damian entered his room, he threw his bag and lay down on his bed... Why did she hate him? Was it because he was cruel? Or because he was so emotional? Or because he was cursing and belittling her? Or because he broke her hand because she tried to brush his hair? Or because he was comparing her to his mother Talia in front of everyone... ? Does she hate him now because of this? He's sorry... He's so sorry... He's ready to apologize... He's so sorry for all the stupid fights... He's sorry for every word he said... He's sorry for trying to be cruel... He's so sorry for all the threatening texts he sent... Maybe... Maybe if he apologized in front of her, she'd forgive him.... Right?

His tears were wetting his bed… His fist gripping the blanket tightly like a lifeline…He cried and screamed sadly into his pillow. She came today to school but not for him!! Not for him… But for two children he hadn’t noticed throughout his time studying here… Who are they to have Y/N’s love? Who are they to take Y/N away from him?!! Who are they to even dare to hug Y/N?!!… He wiped his tears and went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water… He wouldn’t let two weak children have all of Y/N’s love. He walked out of his room and headed to Tim’s room… He didn’t care if he was going to beg… He wanted to know who these two children were…

Y/N’s love for him. Only him. And he wasn’t ready to share it with anyone.

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[demonic0angel]

“Excuse me! Ms. hero!”

Cass held her finger from pulling the recoil trigger on the grappling gun. She casted her gaze around the few pedestrians still meandering about searching for the owner of the voice. A woman at the end of Crime Alley ran towards her.

“Please wait!” the woman said.

Cass put away her grappling gun. The girl stopped in front of her, bending over to catch her breath.

“Do you,” she gasped, tucking a red lock behind her ear as she straightened, “Do you know RedHood?”

Jason?

Cass nodded slowly.

"Will you pass him a message? Please, it's important.”

Cass nodded again.

“Tell him,” She paused her nose crinkling as she thought of what she wanted to say, “Tell him that Jazz is in Gotham and is looking for him.”

“I'll tell him.”

The girl thanked her and turned to leave when Cass quickly blurted out. “He's not here.”

“Wha- where is he then?”

“On mission.”

“When will he be back?” a pregant moment of silence passed before the girl got it, “Ah, that's probably classified.”

Cass stared at her.

The girl coughed nervously and then said, “Uhm. Sorry for bothering you. You can— uhhh, please go back to what you were doing before.”

Cass gave her a curt nod and then shot her grappling hook, flying away in an instant. She narrowed her eyes as she silently kept her gaze trained on the tall girl still standing there on the ground, looking distracted.

How did she know Jason?

Well, Cass would only find out when she asked Jason.

Hours later, when Jason came back from his mission, Cass ambushed him in the cave. He looked tired and his entire frame radiated ‘LEAVE ME ALONE’ like he was nuclear waste, but she ignored his sharp glare and approached him.

“Someone asked for you.”

“Oh goody,” Jason snarled. “Can people leave me alone for one fucking second?”

She ignored his sneer and repeated her requested message dutifully, “She said, ‘Tell him that Jazz is in Gotham and is looking for him.’”

Jason froze and stiffened. His eyes widened and Cass stared at him in wonder as his closed off, aggressive body language fell and bloomed into one of hope and awe.

“A-Are you serious? Jazz? Red haired, doe eyed, beautiful? Did she look like that?” Jason asked hurriedly, a look of wonder entering his eyes.

There was love in his eyes.

Cass stared at him very intensely, trying to print the image of her little brother in love into her irises. She nodded after a moment when Jason glared at her and then said, “Yes. And very tall. Taller than you.”

Jason paused, lifting his eyes upward as if to imagine it. Then he smiled and shook his head, seeming to mentally shake off his thoughts. Cass almost wanted to tell him that he looked crazy, but decided not to say anything.

Jason then smiled at her. “Thanks for telling me. She only said she’d be looking for me?”

Cass nodded. Jason beamed and just as he was about to frolic off, she grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back. Immediately, he groaned, already knowing the questions she would ask.

“Who is she? When did you meet? How did you meet? You like her?”

“She’s a friend, we met a long time ago in a place you wouldn’t know, and nunya.”

Cass squinted at him. Then she said, “Fine. But I won’t hide this. Tim and Bruce will know.”

Jason groaned, long and deep for a moment before he sighed. “Whatever. Thanks for being the messenger. Can I go now?”

Cass continued staring at him. Jason kept a good attempt of a poker face from her, but it was useless. After making him squirm for a few more minutes, Cass gave a single nod and he left promptly without another word, almost on the verge of running to get away from her. Cass remained standing there, staring at his retreating back.

She’d get to the bottom of this…

After all, she didn’t get many opportunities to tease her brothers….

[bet-on-me-13]

Ellie wasn't born a Halfa

So! Jason just found something weird. Or rather. Someone.

A little girl, no more than 6 or 7, crying behind a dumpster in an alleyway. Now, as unfortunate as it is, this isn't that strange a sight in Gotham. Kids are always running away from home, getting lost, being left homeless after a mugging gone wrong, but this time was different.

Because the kid was glowing.

When he found her hiding behind the Dumpster, a medical gown being the only thing she had to protect herself from thr frigid Gotham Winter, he didn't hesitate to give her his Jacket and take her to his nearest safe house.

(Actually it took a little while to convince her to accept the Jacket, and even longer to get her to agree to being taken to his safe house, but they got there in the end.)

When he had finally gotten her set up in a side room of the Warehouse, with the most comfortable bed and thickest Blankets he could find, he tried asking what had happened.

"Daddy lied." She said. "He said he loved me, but then he made another kid and said he didn't care about me."

And, once again, it was unfortunately not that uncommon to see runaway kids from neglectful homes, but the way she said it raised some flags in his head.

"...and, how did you end up in Gotham?"

"I ran. He said I was a spare, and that scared me."

Well, that was even more horrible than he had anticipated. What kind of monster tells their kid that they're a spare?!

"And, I'm sorry if this is a touchy subject but why are you glowing?"

She just buried her face in the Blankets and shook her head.

"Alright then, that's fine. You can tell me when you're ready, or even not tell me at all, I'll accept either or".

For the next few weeks, Jason juggled running his newly created criminal empire and raking care of the kid. He still hadn't gotten a name out of her, but she said to call her "Dp" instead. 'It's the best I'm gonna get', he thought.

It was only after a few more weeks, right before he was about to begin his Plan of confronting Bruce about the Joker still being alive, that she approached him and agreed to tell him everything. He was actually really glad that she finally seemed to trust him enough to tell him.

"Okay Dp, you can start wherever you want."

"...well, I guess I should start with my name..." She started, "...or rather, my lack of one..."

"What?" Asked Jason in a soft voice.

"I, I don't have a name." She explained, "Daddy never gave me one. He just called me DP-2."

"...what do you mean by two?" Asked Jason.

"It-It's my Experiment Number." She said, stuttering a little, "I'm not a normal person, I'm a Clone. I was made to be daddy's perfect child, but I was just the test run. He said that I wasn't needed after he made DP-3, and that all I was good for was spare parts."

Jason felt his throat dry up. Dp was a Clone? Of who? Who made her? What right did that guy have to reject her?! Who in their right mind would make a Clone and then reject the Clone?! How dare he!

The Pits perked up

He felt the Pits rising a little, but managed to push them down. Dp needed support, not the Pits.

"It's Okay kid." He said, holding her had reassuringly. "It's perfectly okay to be different. I accept you as you are, and I'm sure as hell not gonna abandon you that easily. Or, ever really. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

She giggled, and hugged him. A thoughtful look crossed her face, and she pulled away.

"There is one other thing...you know how I glow sometimes?" She asked.

The Pits felt a sense of dread

Jason felt like he wasn't going to like this. "Yeah?"

"Well, when I said I was meant to be a Clone, I never mentioned who of." She explained slowly. "He's a kid named Danny, and when he was 14, he had an accident where he died and came back as a Half Undead."

No...

Jason really wasn't liking where this was going.

"When Da-Vlad tried to make me, he realized that those powers couldn't be cloned..." She paused here, seemingly gathering the courage to continue. "...they needed to be added afterwards."

NO.

He didn't. He had better not have, for his own Fucking Sake, he had better not have done what Jason thinks he did.

"So one day, he took he down to the Lab, and he put me in a big machine." He voice broke a little. "He locked me in there, and then I think...that I died..."

...

For once, Jason felt completely in tune with the Pits. He was going to Kill that guy.

...

Sorry if this feels a little rushed, I kept going back to add or change parts of it.

Basically, Vlad realized that you can't Clone a Halfa. So, he made a workaround. He just stuck his first Viable Clone into a Portal, and let the machine Kill her. When he realized that it worked, he knew he had no use for Ellie anymore aside from spare parts.

And he told her as much, Vlad is a fucking asshole.

Ellie, of course, got scared and ran away. She ended up in Gotham, and was adopted by Jason right at the start of his Criminal Career.

When Jason finally hears about the rest of his kids' Backstory, he decides that Batman can wait his turn. He needs to go Kill that Vlad Bastard.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 30-Dressed to Impress

Everyone in Gotham Academy knew that Marinette was beautiful. She wasn't one of the wealthier students, but she seemed to attract everyone with her smile.

Damian glanced down the hall, only to see Marinette Dupain-Cheng getting asked out again. He didn't see what was so special about her. He turned back down the hallway he had just came from, deciding to take the longer route to class.

'Why the hell is she getting asked out again? She should just pick one and end everyone's suffering.'

"You should have said yes." he heard someone tell her, "You're going to the Wayne Gala. You'll need a date."

'So she will be there as well. I wish Father would keep annoyances like her out of the event. Likely she will try to speak to me and react badly when I refuse.'

Damian stared as he recognized Marinette at the gala. She had a ombre dress that was dark in the middle and spread out to pink, with her hair in an intricate design. The difference startled him. The Marinette he saw at school was more relaxed. Damian had a hard time refocusing.

'I cannot grasp the change. She is not more attractive this way, but she is alluring at the same time. Her appearance has brought forth many of her features: her eyes appear bluer and she appears to hide her muscles.'

It took him a few moments to recognize she was standing next to Jagged Stone. Even from his distance, he could hear the rock star raving about Marinette being his personal designer and how talented she was.

"BUG!" a voice shouted.

Damian watched as a blonde boy ran up and hugged Marinette. She looked tiny in his arms. Damian just glared, waiting for her to shove him away.

"Don't yell that here!" she shouted at him, "This isn't the place for that! You could have scared someone and caused a disaster!"

From behind Jagged, a boy with ombre blue hair grabbed Marinette's hand and kissed it. It only instigated a fight with the blonde, where he took her other hand and kissed it. He watched as Marinette sighed, in what he could only perceive to be annoyance. Then began the whispers.

"Wow."

"Damn, so that's why I got rejected."

"Me too."

"So, which one do you think is her boyfriend?"

"The blonde seemed more excited to see her."

"But the other guy just swooped in and kissed her."

"Maybe they both are?"

If anything, the whispers dug the way into the young Wayne's brain.

'These idiots are the reasons for the rejections? They are why I have to hear people asking her out constantly?'

Damian growled as the trio began to laugh.

"Come." Bruce spoke, "I have some people I want you all to meet."

Damian followed, only to realize they were going over to Jagged Stone and his party.

"Jagged!" Bruce called out in his overly friendly tone.

"Brucie Boy!" Jagged shouted, hugging his old friend.

"You know Jagged Stone?" His brothers shouted.

"Know him?" Jagged laughed, "Bloke threw absolute ragers in college! His parties have toned down now but let me tell you-"

"Jagged, you said you have kids. Do you want your kids at those kinds of parties?" Bruce interrupted, hoping to get his point across.

Jagged rolled his eyes, "Alright. Luka is my boy. My daughter is with her wife, back in Paris." placing his left hand on his shoulder and then placed his right hand on the girls shoulder, "Marinette is my adopted niece and rockin' designer."

"Wait!" cried Tim, "You made his album cover?"

"And me clothes, Mate. What we're wearing right now is her exclusive clothing line." Jagged bragged.

"Your work is high quality for your age." Bruce declared, "Oh, right. Jagged you know my adopted boys: Dick, Jason, and Tim. This is my biological son, Damian." shoving him to the front.

Jagged cackled, "Looks just like you!"

Damian watched as Marinette blushed red and quickly looked down. Adrien caught the look and started laughing.

"You had no idea, did you?" he laughed.

"Oh, shut up!" she growled at him, "I didn't even know who you were and I follow fashion!"

"Ouch." Adrien smiled.

"You know my son?" Bruce asked, looking between them, praying nothing bad had happened already.

"Uh, I wouldn't really say I personally know. I've seen him at school." she replied.

"Yes, the Queen of Broken Hearts." Damian stated.

Marinette crossed her arms and glared at him, "Says the Ice Prince of Gotham."

The Wayne looked at each other, seeing it looked like the two were about to do battle.

"Broken Hearts, huh?" Luka teased, "Damn, even here, you're pulling people."

Marinette rolled her eyes and faced the blonde.

'So, she doesn't like the attention.'

"We both tried our luck with her, but ultimately failed." Adrien smiled, "Don't let us fool you though. She can pull girls, too."

"I'm not looking for romance right now!" Mari whined.

"At least you have options lined out the door for when you do." Luka smirked.

"We'll volunteer again." Adrien smiled.

Mari smacked them both in their chests.

"You both are dating, each other." Marinette cried out, "Adrien, you're practically family."

The boys looked at each other and smiled at her, "We don't mind a third, if it's you." they declared.

"I hate you both." Mari pouted, "You're both perfect for each other."

Jagged laughed, "I love having another musician in the family. Luka, when are you making Adrien my son-in-law?"

The boys turned red, while Marinette giggled.

"Why don't you and Bruce's boy go dance?" Jagged suggested, shoving her forward towards the Waynes.

"You want me to step on his foot?" she questioned.

"Bug, you dance flawlessly." Adrien spoke, "I don't know why you say you can't. Even Felix agrees with me and he's had years of dance recitals."

"Is that so?" Damian asked, grabbing her wrist, "Let's find out."

Marinette glared at Adrien, as she was dragged away, "No crossaints for you!"

"So what did you mean?" Damian questioned, as they began to dance.

"My family are bakers." She spoke, glancing down at her feet quickly, "He always asks me to make him some when he's not with my parents."

Damian tilted her face to look at his, "Baker, fashion designer to rockstars, college student. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Love." she whispered.

"Same." he answered.

Marinette focused on his facial features, gaining his curiosity.

"What?" he questioned.

"You're attractive." Mari stated.

Damian faltered for half a second, not expecting her bluntness.

"That's it?" Damian asked, suddenly expecting more of a compliment.

Mari huffed, "It's not like you want my opinion or actually care what I think. Besides, You seem like the type of person to look at someone as a whole."

"Explain." Damian spoke, trying to see her reasoning.

"You don't care if someone looks good. You care about actions. You care about your safety and making sure you're not hurt in the end. You're not going to entertain somoene who wants to marry you for your money. You want someone real and as real as you." Marinette declared.

The young Wayne was so enthralled with her words, he hadn't realized how close she was to his face.

"I, personally, hate rumors and tend not to believe them." she stated, "I can find out for myself if someone is trustworthy or just another liar. It's the same with fashion; people are more two-faced then Harvey Dent and just try to take the easy way to the top, usually with a drink or a bed."

Marinette pulled away and walked off, back to her company.

Damian stood there, rooted to the spot. As he gained his thoughts and walked away, he could hear the whispers.

"Is she dating Damian Wayne?"

"Fuck! I'm never gonna get her now!"

"What about me, huh? What about my chance with Damian?"

"What chance did you think you had? Obviously, she looks better."

"I can't believe you'd say that!"

"I don't know. He is the Ice Prince."

"And she's the Queen of Broken Hearts; your point?"

"Maybe she's out of his league. Queen and a prince?"

Damian smirked, getting an idea.

'Perhaps, this time, being close to a classmate would not be a bad thing. If I stay near her, I would not have to hear people asking her out. It would not clutter the hallways and I would not be late to class. I would not have to hear her name mentioned constantly around the school.'

The young Wayne looked back to see the blonde on his knees, hugging her legs. Marinette looked exasperated, while Jagged and his son laughed at the scene.

'He looks desperate. I wonder if her baking rivals Alfred's to make him put on that display.'

"So, Little D, what do you think?" Dick asked, hoping to hear his decision on the girl.

"Adequate dancer. Adequate conversation." The young Wayne stated, " I may have just solved an ongoing issue. Excuse me."

"Huh?" Tim questioned.

"Did the brat just compliment her?" Jason asked.

"I believe your brother did compliment the young lady." Bruce replied.

"Marinette." Damian spoke, standing in front of her, "I believe it would be fortunate for the both of us if we declared a relationship."

Damian watched as her cheeks turned red, at an alarming rate. Her party seemed stunned by his declaration.

"But you...why?" Mari finally asked, "From our conversation-"

"We both hate people surrounding us and the attention we bring about." Damian interrupted.

"Us dating....would get people to stop." Marinette concluded.

"Mari." Adrien spoke up.

"You are asking me to....fake date you, so you don't get asked out, but by extension, neither will I." Mari declared.

Damian nodded, "Correct."

"Sure." Marinette smiled, "You got a deal."

"What?" Cried the boys with her.

"Oh, and expect a care package. My boyfriend can't dress like that. The design doesn't suit you. I'll make sure my clothes do." she declared.

Damian bowed and walked back to his family.

"What was that?" Asked Tim.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng is now my girlfriend. " the youngest Wayne announced.

They were silent for a moment, but Jason broke the tension.

"Guess she impressed the brat." He stated

'Impressed? Perhaps.'

Damian looked back towards Marinette. He wouldn't have just chosen anyone to be in a relationship with, even if it was just for appearances. 

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[thevoidstaredback]

One would think that looking for a portal into The Afterlife would be an easy endeavor. You find out what it’s supposed to look like, what energy it puts off, who would have a motive, track them and/or it down, fight and shut down the whole project, call it a day.

There’s one problem with this sequence of events, though. Phantom won’t tell anyone what it looks like, nor will he share what kind of energy it puts off. He’s the only one to have seen a man-built portal into the Realms, so no one else knows what to look for. Any questions had been shut down the second they were asked. This was information Phantom was keeping close to his chest.

After three hours of frustrated discussion, the meeting room emptied. Tensions were rising high due to everyone’s lack of ability to do anything until Phantom gave them the information they needed.

Well, almost everyone left.

Nightwing sat beside Phantom. “Y’know, Constantine said that I’m your favorite bat.”

A few moments of silence sat between them. “You are, yeah.”

He preened at the confirmation. “Oh? Why’s that?”

Phantom chuckled lightly to himself. “I doubt you’d remember, even if I told you.”

“Well, now you have to tell me! If only so that I can make sure my siblings never try to take this spot from me.”

A smile. “I was twenty-two when I first went to Gotham. You were still newish. Twelve, I think?”

If the time seemed weird compared to what Nightwing knew, he didn’t mention it. “Oh? B would’ve been about that age, too.”

Phantom blushed a light green. “Don’t tell him, but I had the biggest crush on him back then.”

That got Nightwing to laugh again. “Is that why you went to Gotham?”

“No. Me, my friends, and my little sister were playing Truth or Dare. I was dared to wander around Gotham without using any powers or getting caught by Batman.”

“You took the dare?”

“Yep. Flew into the city and started to just walk. That’s when I met Lady Gotham, actually. I told her that I wanted to play a game with Batman and Robin and she let me in. She told me to be careful and that I’d lose before wishing me luck.”

“What a vote of confidence.”

“Right? Anyway, I got an hour into the impromptu game of hide and seek that you guys didn’t know you were playing before I spotted you.”

Nightwing leaned his head on his hand, his elbow on the table. “Did my uniform colour give me away?”

“Nope,” Phantom shook his head, “The shadows nearby started moving, so I ran. Ended up somewhere in The Narrows, I think. Anyway, The Lady laughed at me when I told her how scary you guys are, and then you popped outta fucking nowhere and scared the shit outta me!”

Nightwing was laughing again, a bit harder this time. “I think-I think I remember something like that! I was just about twelve when that happened. You were so weird!”

“Me?! You’re the one who started talking about what kind of hunters humans are! I swore to never go back to that city after that.”

“Ha! That sounds like something I would’ve said!” He allowed himself a moment to calm down. “I don’t remember you having white hair, though.”

Phantom shrugged. “That’s because I went as a civilian.”

Okay, so Nightwing met Phantom as a civilian before the rest of his family. That’s another point to him! Though, “You came back to Gotham a bit ago..?”

A sigh. “The House of Mysteries likes to drop me in inconvenient places if I don’t have a set destination in mind. Before I opened the door, I was telling Deadman that I wasn’t going to tell him about my first trip to Gotham no matter how much he pushed. Next thing I know, it’s the middle of the day in Gotham, New Jersey, and I’ve got vigilantes surrounding me on all sides.”

Nightwing cringed back. “Yeah…sorry about that.We were going to ambush Signal on his patrol with lunch, and then we saw some guy walk out of a door that hadn’t ever been there before.” He paused. “How’d you get out of Gotham, actually? We were chasing you, and then the graveyard gates shut before we could get in. We staked it out, but the gates didn’t open for another day.”

Phantom rubbed the back of his neck, his embarrassed blush returning. “I asked the Graveyard Spirits to lock you guys out long enough for me to get away. I left them a shiny on a rock before I left via magic.”

“The door thing, right?”

“Yep.”

“Will you teach me how to do that?”

“Maybe some other time.”

It was quiet for another few minutes, neither peaking up. It was comfortable, though it got less so as it dragged on. Nightwing had more questions he wanted to ask and Phantom was afraid of what they might be.

Phantom sighed, deep, from his diaphragm. “Ask your questions.”

Nightwing hesitated a moment more reluctant to say anything. Finally, quietly, he asked, “This seems like a really sensitive topic for you, the portal. Can I ask why?”

He shrunk in on himself more. “You have a lot more tact than Red Robin, I’ll give ya that.”

Nightwing covered his mouth to try and conceal the small gasp that escaped him. “It has to do with how you died, right?” He shook his head. “No, don’t worry about answering that. I’ll get B and the others off your back about this. We’ll find a different solution.”

The door opened, allowing Constantine and Deadman into the room. They sat across from Phantom and Nightwing, but didn’t say anything. They just sat there, offering silent support.

How did they know?

Phantom didn’t want to share his story. Death, ironically enough, is a sensitive topic for the dead/undead/undying. It drags memories to the surface, painful memories more often than not. Memories and phantom pains and echoes of cries.

Even just the passing thought on a bad day makes him feel the electricity killing him, the portal reviving him. He hears his own screams, drowned out by the humming of an entire world opening up on top of and through him.

He can’t stop the tears falling from his eyes.

It’s…it’s been a long time since he told anyone.

Had he ever told anyone?

Sam and Tucker had been with him when he died. None of them ever told Jazz, but she knew because she was his big sister. Dani knew. Dan knew. Vlad and Valerie and Wes all knew. He told mom and dad, but not the whole story. Never the whole story. Constantine and Deadman and the entire Justice League and affiliates all knew he was dead, even a little bit of what happened after, but he hadn’t told them how.

Red Robin knew, but Phantom hadn’t told him.

Was he ready to tell people? Was he ready for them to know? It had been so long since it had happened, but he could still feel the electricity as though it was happening all over again.

“I was fourteen when I died,” he whispered into the stale air of the meeting room, “My parents had dedicated their entire lives to Ecto-ology, the study of ghosts. In college they and a friend of theirs started working on a way to get into the place they called the Ghost Zone. Vlad got sick before they could even finish the blueprints and had to be quarantined at the hospital. When I was fourteen, they finished building it.

“I love my parents, but for being geniuses, they were really dumb sometimes, y’know? They’d built this thing up, eight feet tall, just as wide, and ten feet deep. It was an amazing feat of science and engineering, but when they plugged it in, it didn’t turn on. They left the lab, not bothering to unplug the thing.

“Anyway, I told my best friends about the failed portal and they insisted on going down to the lab to see it. Who was I to tell them ‘no’?” An unwilling victim. “Sam dared me to go inside. And I was fourteen, so backing out of a triple-dog-dare is like making a fool of yourself before a king’s court! So, I went into the portal.

“Somehow, it was darker on the inside despite work lights lining the floor and ceiling. Mom and dad were never huge on lab safety… The one flaw in their blueprints- the one reason that the portal hadn’t turned on, was because the switch had been built inside the dumb thing. I tripped and the next thing I know, I’m on the other side of the room, somehow both dead and alive.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. A small, barely noticeable weight, but he felt lighter nonetheless.

He’d obviously left out details, not even entertaining the idea of telling them how it felt to die.

Deadman’s voice was rough in the room, only barely louder than Phantom’s had been. “There are legends told throughout the Realms about creatures who walk the precarious balance between Life and Death, known collectively as Osiris in the Realms, though humans call them Halfas. Throughout Time, each individual has earned a title, a name to be called. Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms and Her people, was given the title Anubis.”

“So,” Nightwing asked softly, “Are all the gods these..Halfas?”

“No,” the ghost shook his head, “The gods are a different race entirely. They simply share names as titles.”

Constantine looked Phantom in the eye. “Phantom, we need to know what we’re looking for.”

He didn’t want to. He really didn’t want to think about this anymore.

“I’ll draw out the finished product, but it might’ve been changed after such a long time.”

“Speaking of time,” Constantine jumped in again as the ghost went to get some paper and pens, “I’m a bit confused about your timeline of events.”

“Oh?”

“You told me that just about a hundred years have passed since you last saw your Fraid.”

“I did.”

“Huh? But, you said we first met when I was twelve.”

“That’s also true.”

“Things aren’t lining up, kid.”

This time, his sigh was more put-upon and less world-weary. “I told you that Time is weird in the Realms. I have existed in Time for thirty-eight years. My Fraid has existed in Time for a hundred-thirty-eight years. The town I grew up in sits a little to the left of the rest of the world’s Time, meaning that it moved slower than you guys.”

“That…I still can’t…what?”

“Don’t focus too hard on it, it’ll just give you a bigger headache.”

Part 17 Part 19

[scarlettrosie]

Part 3 - No Fury Like an Omega's Rage

Here's a link to the prompt that started this. Links to Part 1 and Part 2. Finally finished the rescue scene! Scenes with several characters freak me out to write, but I think this came out well.

I think I've written enough that I might start putting it together to make something to put on AO3. Maybe.

It wasn’t any singular thing that gave it away, but rather everything that added up to this not being a normal relocation. Not the kind that Jason had gotten used to over the course of his pregnancy — since Robin managed to get out of Ra’s grubby old hands. The old fuck had no evidence that Robin knew about Jason being with the League, but that didn’t matter. He was smart enough (or maybe paranoid) to assume they knew. He wasn’t taking any unnecessary risks, not when there was a very special project to protect. The shiftiness of Talia’s eyes, the wariness in the Shadows — yeah, they were here. 

The Bats finally figured out where he was while he was still there. Now he just needed to wait for an opportunity. He kept Damian and TJ close, outright biting a Shadow that tried to take the newborn from his hands. Jason was barely in any condition to move; he powered through that fact as he was not going to show any weakness in front of these fucks. He squeezed Damian’s hand — one, two, pause, one, two, three. His older pup tensed and stepped closer to him. He could feel the fear trickle over their pack bond, and as much as he wanted to comfort him, for now he needed the pup alert.

This particular base was underground, though no clue where in the world it was other than hot. He had a scant few days to map out the tunnels before labor had kicked in and then he was recovering. It wasn’t a lot of time, but it was enough. Enough for him to set up what he needed to and enough to map out a few escape routes. Enough that when he heard the sounds of fighting echoing down the hall, and the Shadows were distracted for the briefest second, he ran. 

He had to let go of Damian’s hand to hold on to TJ, but he was well acquainted with his pup’s speed. Run and hide in a preplanned spot. Wait for the Shadows that chased after him to run past. Jason took a moment to go over his planned escape routes. 

The fighting sounded pretty deep within the base, so most of the Shadows should be focused on dealing with the Bats. Ra’s wasn’t on-site but Talia was. The pups and him being moved was a last minute decision, which means the Bats got close enough that it spooked Talia. She was panicking. By now, she would have ordered her most loyal guards to start hunting him down. However, Jason knew the League’s tactics and he knew how to avoid detection. THe Bats had to have brought the Batplane for this and unless they added invisibility to it, there weren’t many places it could be parked without being immediately detected.

Jason led his pup carefully down a series of tunnels until he got to the south exit, sidestepping the fighting. There were a few close calls, but the Bats made a damn good distraction. If they were the least bit smart, they would have left someone behind to protect the plane and be prepped for first aid. The door to the Batplane wasn’t open when he first got out, but by the time he was near the Batplane, it was.

Talia kept him informed of the Bats back in Gotham, still convinced he hated them. So he knew that in the year it had taken them, his replacement decided to rebel and go by Red Robin now. There was Spoiler who’s been around for a hot minute, then did a stint as Robin and Batgirl, before going back to Spoiler. Then there was Black Bat, who was the One Who is All he heard whispers about (not that Talia told him that — he put that together from the rumors himself). Good on her for getting out. Lastly, there was Signal who did the dayshift and that’s all he knew. They had a whole ass colony now.

The person waiting for him was the blond beta in purple.

“Spoiler, right? Who else is in on this,” he asked, dropping into the nearest chair. He checked over TJ and Damian to make sure they hadn’t gotten hurt somehow while running. There was no distress over their pack bonds, but bonds weren’t perfectly accurate even under the best of circumstances.

“Yep! Jason, right? You know they’re looking for you,” Spoiler snarked, staring at the infant he was fussing over, “The whole fam is here. Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, Black Bat, and Signal.”

“Yeah, well, I decided I didn’t feel like waiting for their slow asses. TJ is due for another feeding soon and all the fighting would probably give him gas,” he replied. Spoiler gave a low acknowledging hum as she tapped her communicator.

“So! Our princess in the castle is currently in front of me. With a new tiny baby pup. I think I know why they were hiding him so well.” A hard flinch followed as the assumed response came over the line.

“Nailed it, Blondie,” he called out, “Newborn is Ra’s project, and the sooner we leave, the better.”

“Got it. You all hear that, hull ass back. I’ll get the plane ready, Spoiler out.” He watched Spoiler turn to the controls and then turned his attention back to his own pup. Damian was clinging to him and glaring at Spoiler.

“Cariño,” he whispered, waiting for the pup to look back at him, “she’s family, our family. She can be trusted,” he wished he still had his old pack bonds to show Damian but he had a drug-induced break when he first got sold off, “You’re about to meet a whole lot of family dressed like weirdos, but they aren’t going to hurt you or me. They aren’t dangerous. Got it?” 

Damian hesitated, but nodded — still, he looked at Spoiler warily. The only true pack he knew was Jason — Talia had a weak bond that would break as soon as Damian was away for longer than a week. Ra’s didn’t bother. God, he was gonna have to rebuild his pack bonds carefully or Damian would get too overwhelmed.

“Hey,” he waited for Damian’s attention, “remember what I said about Talia?”

“Mother lies,” he recited. Jason nodded.

“Talia lies. And you don’t have to call her mother here. Unless you see her, or Ra’s, or a Shadow, you don’t have to call them Mother or Grandfather,” he explained, “And Batman will be here. Ignore whatever Talia told you. He’s my dad, which makes him your grandpa and that’s all you need to care about, okay?”

“But M-Talia said—”

“I know what she said. Ignore it. We can talk about it more later, but for now, ignore it.” Damian nodded again. Jason waited in case his pup had anything to ask, but it seemed he was going along.

“Everything alright back there?” Spoiler asked.

“As okay as they can be. ETA?” he replied back. However, before Spoiler could answer, a black and blue blur tried to tackle him.

Tried because a certain overprotective pup sunk his teeth into him. Dick yelped, and reflexively went to push him off.

“Dick,” Jason growled out, which made the older man freeze, “hurt my pup and I will gut you. Damian, let go, he’s an idiot, not a threat.” Damian growled in response. “Now, Damian.”

The 5-year-old hesitated before letting go, never dropping his glare. Jason reached out with his free hand and tugged the pup back into the seat next to him.

“Here,” he gently passed TJ, making sure Damian had a solid hold and the infant’s head was supported, “watch your brother. They won’t hurt me. I told you about Dick, he likes to tackle people with hugs. Hugs don’t hurt.” Damian was unconvinced, but with TJ in his lap, he wasn’t moving. ‘Thank god TJ isn’t a fussy baby.’

“No sudden movements, get over here.” Dickwing moved, still faster than Damian was comfortable with, but slower than before. Jason rolled his eyes as his octopus of an older brother wrapped around him.

“Jaybird.” The word was horribly wet sounding, accompanied with suspicious moisture on his shirt.

“Yeah, Dickie, it’s me. The pups are jumpy, don’t rush them unless you wanna be gutted.” Dick muttered “okay” into his shirt. Jason patted the overgrown puppy and took mental bets with himself on who would be the next one back. He won/lost $20 when Red Robin popped in.

“Jason,” he breathed, eyes hidden under the domino, but Jason could feel his eyes clocking every difference from the last time they saw each other — with a hefty amount of time spent lingering on his newest pup. 

“Red Robin,” unseen eyes snapped to him, “Stop with self-flagellation I know you’re doing. I chose to stay behind and I’ve been with the League long enough to know the risks of that.” Spoiler looked like she’d pull out a bucket of popcorn right now if she could. Honestly, he could use some too.

“Are you seriously claiming you knew that they’d—” Red Robin clenched his hands in anger, which caused Damian to tense. A quick glare and flash of green cut the alpha off and made him forcibly — visibly — relax.

“Use me as an incubator? Of course I did, that’s why they bought me in the first place. And I know what Ra’s is like when he’s interested in new blood.” Dick finally decided to drop the octopus act.

“Wait, so is the new baby…” A frown appeared on Dickie’s face as he trailed off.

“Clone. Been calling him TJ. Need to figure out a real name for him later, because Tim Junior is not a good name for a pup,” Jason explained as two more Bats finally reached the plane. Black Bat and Signal. Which just left B. ‘$50 on Talia intercepted him. Probably gave him a whole ass speech.’ 

“What’s wrong with my name?” Spoiler punched Red Robin in the shoulder.

“Seriously ex-boyfriend? That’s what you focused on?”

“The Batplane is not a place for that conversation,” Red Robin shot back, “not in front of the pups, not with an audience, and definitely not while we’re still on the League’s territory.” While it was common sense that now was not the time for it — the fact that Red mentioned the pups first won him points with Jason. The pups did not need to be subjected to those talks, not when it could make Damian feel bad about his existence.

No one was allowed to make Damian feel bad about existing.

“Damn right,” Jason agreed, “And nothing wrong with the name, Timmy, I just don’t like naming kids junior.”

“Ra’s didn’t name him?” Signal asked, looking warily at his pups. Damian was glaring at everyone, looking more and more stiff and uncomfortable. He was never around this many people outside of training. Jason gently took TJ back.

“Nah,” he said looking at his baby, “Ra’s refuses to acknowledge any pup until they’re old enough to hold a knife.” Black Bat took a step towards him, which set off another puppy growl from Damian.

“Cálmate, cariño,” he soothed, “todo está bien.” He mostly spoke Spanish when they were alone because Talia didn’t like it, so hopefully speaking it here would help get through to him that they were safe. He did try to send calm over their bond, but admittedly it wasn’t as effective as he would like since they were still too close to the base.

“Pero, Mama,” his pup started, but cut off when Batman finally decided to show up. Jason pulled Damian into his side and watched B.

Bruce — and that was Bruce, not Batman — was stiff and avoided looking at Jason and the pups directly. Talia definitely spilled the beans, but it looks like B isn’t going to address it anything soon. 

“Let’s go.” With that, the door closed and everyone moved into place for take off. Jason grabbed Dick before he got too far. He needed as much negotiating power as he could get before the inevitable conversation with B. Sure, B wasn’t dumb enough to separate a pup from an omega. However, he was dumb enough to argue that he should claim Damian publicly and have Jason be his brother. Which. No.

He birthed that pup and there’s a 99% chance B would rope Damian into being Robin. Hell no.

“Dickie,” he whispered, “I know you never liked being head omega. Mind giving that back to me?” Despite Dick being older, Jason was far more suited to being head omega. Dick had given the position to Jason a year after he presented, glad to give up the responsibility. Once his pack bonds were broken though, it would have fallen back to Dick.

“Jay—”

“Dick, I have 2 pups to protect.” Dick pressed his lips, but nodded. Jason flicked his gaze to the other omega in the pack, who stared at him for a long moment before nodding. He didn’t know Black Bat well, and she definitely didn’t know him, but every omega knows that pups come first. His bonds would need to be reestablished first, but knowing he had the position once they were was enough for now.

With that settled, he let Dick go to do whatever he needed. It didn’t take long to get into the air, everyone settling in for the trip. TJ started crying right on time for his next feeding, which made most of the non-omegas look away as Jason breastfed. Damian shifted to curling up in his seat and laying his head on Jason’s thigh. He was still uncomfortable but calmer now that the rush of activity lessened. Red Robin settled near him, but made no move to directly interact with the pups. Just pulled out a laptop and started working on what looked like shopping for baby furniture and baby clothes. Jason blatantly watched over his shoulder.

“We have a room prepared for the older pup—” “Damian.” “---Damian and you. Don’t have anything for TJ though.” Jason hummed in thought.

“You’re not delivering that to the manor,” he pointed out.

“Figured you should have another option if the talk with B doesn’t go well.”

“Your place?” Red paused for a second, but didn’t look away from the screen.

“Is that a problem?” he asked. The tone was off, but not offended or demanding. Worried? Maybe self-conscious? ‘Well, it is pretty damn presumptuous to set up a room for an omega and pup in your own den. Huh, pretty ballsy move for the little stalker. I really shouldn’t be impressed by it.’ Yet, he kinda was.

“And if the talk with you doesn’t go well?” 

“Then I’ll leave. I’m not getting between you and your pups, whatever you say goes.” Definitely the right answer, but Jason wondered how true that was — easy to say when it was just Damian, but now there was a pup that Red was related to. He looked earnest about it though, so Jason dropped it. Having somewhere to escape was smart.

Waiting for a moment where no one’s attention was on him — and wow, that didn’t take too long, are they really that uncomfortable? — Jason grabbed the modified phone he hid in TJ’s blacket on their way out.

It took a second to dial the number Jason had set up. Five years in the LOA and he never attempted to leave, played into every hand Talia tried with him, and didn’t fight when Ra’s started on his little cloning project. All that good behavior bought him just the smallest amount of freedom to explore the bases. Which meant he had just enough freedom to get into the League’s security system and find then Robin’s unfinished work. And spread it a bit wider.

Red made eye contact with him as he hid the phone again, an eyebrow just barely raised in question. Jason gave him a vicious smirk in response.

Ra’s was going to be too busy scavenging from the ashes of his bases to worry about his escaped project any time soon.

[innerpatrolstudent]

The Batfamily and their Seats on the Tables if…

Table Day

The Seat of All-Around-Us: Barbara Gordon

She ran and she danced in the night like a wild thing, and did everything within her power that she wanted to. Within reason. Or without. She was often very reasonable. There were few who could match her dance and none who could truly surpass her at what she was best at. And eventually she stopped dancing. She didn’t have to stop. And she was fine. Until suddenly even the choice of dancing or not was taken away from her and she no longer had legs. So she learned to be everywhere with a system instead. There was nothing you could hide from her if she truly wanted to know. Even when she got cut off she still had power, she still knew so much, and many would do best to never forget that again. After all, she knows everything.

The Seat of All-Above-Us - Cullen Row

He started out a victim. He was weak. He was coddled. But coddling is good. Weakness means that he was protected. Protection did not last forever. He is not sure when it stopped, and he did not know it was not for long enough. How could he? But he learned. And he got stronger and he rose up. He lifted Harper with him, as best he could because he knew it was necessary. She dragged him down, but she kept him safe in that darkness. He liked her protection. But he was not fit for darkness, light was his love. So he lifted her up. And he learned to save himself for he could not have both.

The Seat of All-Below-Us - Harper Row

She used guns and tasers and she knows and understands power. It was used against her and her brother. So she learned to grab bits of her own, through repairing things. But scraps of power were helpful, not protective. She sunk down and down in violence and pain until she was lifted up because someone needed her. And she had to help. Things needed fixing. And that was enough for her.

Table Dawn

The Seat of Loss - Jason

Lost families. Homes. Lovers. Even his own life. But he came back. Again and again and again. And he is lost. But once upon a time there was a boy in crime alley who dreamed of a better future. Who saw Gotham for what she was. Clearly. That boy is dead. Lost. In his place rose a man who figured out to make the boy’s vision a reality. And the boy dreams still, the ghost in an empty grave. But the bat dislikes his methods, and the bat’s word is law. The bat loves Gotham. The bat is married to Gotham. But Gotham is Jason’s mother. So he’ll never give her up, loss after loss. He never could give up his mothers. One of them died on him, another killed him, and the third has no mercy for him, but she is home. And that is enough.

The Seat of Victory - Cassandra 

She can never lose. Not in a fight, at least. But she knows loss. It was not her companion, and never her choice. It was merely circumstance. But she chooses life, she chose victory. She chose death once. She is a good person. She wanted to atone for the death she made. But when she returned she knew she was light and she knew she was enough. 

The Seat of Stalemate - Bruce

Bruce will never. Ever. Win. No killing means nothing will stop. His war will never end. But he will never break. And he certainly won’t ever stop hurting. He tries to fix it. But he’ll never repair the people he’s fractured and hurt. Not really. He tries. He really does. It’s never enough. 

Table Dusk

The Seat of Vision - Duke

He’s going to destroy Gotham one day. Tear it all to dust and swallow it in the darkness. You can see that darkness in his eyes, they’re dark brown with a pitch that doesn’t seem quite natural. Still, they sparkle, full of gold dust. Because that day is not today and that is not him. Not yet. He lost his family and home and parents and he can see them but they will never come home. But he has that defiant spark that will make him never stop trying. He sees what can be and what will be and what was. He sees much. And he tries to share that with others.

The Seat of Sound - Stephanie

She saw and she spoke and she listened. She has pain and she spoke it aloud so that it could heal. Few of her family have ever done such a thing. Few people ever do such things. And none as fully, as raw, as she. She made noise wherever she went. Noise for herself. Noise for those who can’t speak. Noise to make them hear. Make them notice their failings. Make them accountable. She is the Spoiler. She reveals the end all by herself.

The Seat of Listening - Damian

Damian has been taught. He listened to his Mother and Grandfather and he actioned it. He became action and motion and he listened. Now he listens still. But to the right voices. The ones that teach him to be human. Because he was taught to be a weapon. And what does a weapon know of humanity, save Mortal Terror, Cruelty, Pain and the Desperation? Nothing. Nothing at all. So he had to listen to the Joy and Love but he never forgets Pain.

The Night Table

The Seat of Nobody - D!ck

Richard Grayson has never been a person, not since he was a baby. As a child he was  a bird. As a man he’s become a symbol. He has always, always, always been objectified and hidden. Behind masks and spotlights and names and smiles. But no one has ever fully seen the person. As hard as he tries to shine. But sometimes, bits and pieces will show through. And that person is Dick Grayson.

The Seat of Nothing - Tim Drake 

Tim has never had a place. Tim is a ghost. Was a ghost in his own home, little trophy child paraded about for a few weeks at parties and socials and then left to fend for himself the rest of the year. He had money of course, but nothing else, no love or care, no one to soothe him or teach him how to live. But he got better. He made his home with a team once. But Bart and Kon died. When they died he lost some of the few things he had left. They came back eventually, but they were no longer quite his. That smiling boy who made diamonds was gone. The speedster who fanboyed and laughed is dead. Tim has lost so much of what he used to consider his. His home, the manor—it was Bruce’s really, but Tim had seen it as one of his safe places. And the vigilante life ruined years of his time, stole pieces of him. Now all he has left is what he ground out of the nothing of his life. Which is still in danger of being taken from him, leaving him with nothing. But he has learned to take nothing and wring magic from the very dust. And that will have to be enough.

The Seat of Nowhere - Kate Kane

Kate had a place once, had many places. But they were not to be. She excelled at training and fighting and became military personnel but it was not to be simply because of her preference when taking a lover. She could’ve had a place with her father, but she did not take that offer. She had a place in Gotham, but her cousin, the little one she had once shared a promise with—to make them pay—had tried to kick her out. He failed. She has nowhere but Gotham after all. And once, she wandered, even if it was only ever for missions. But always she comes home to Gotham, for she has nowhere else. She would prefer, not usually.

[demonic0angel]

(Prompt: Clockwork gave Danny, Jazz and Jason a mission: Capture the Four Perils and bring them back to Ghost Zone)

"Hundun, Qiongqi, Taowu, and Taotie," Jazz said as she, Danny and Jason were looking at the cave. "the Four Perils. These creatures were said to be the ghosts of the four ancient criminals namely Huandou, Gun, Gonggong, and Sanmiao. You may knows Sanmiao is identified with Chiyou, a bull warrior that rebels against the Jade Emperor."

"There was a guy named Gun?" Danny asked.

"Yes, but his name is just means big fish in Chinese..." Jazz explained.

"So what're these creatures actually looked like?" Jason asked.

"Hundun is a yellow winged creature of chaos with six legs and no face, Qiongqi is monstrous tiger with wings that eats people, Taowu a reckless and stubborn tiger-like creature with boar teeth and human-like face, and Taotie is gluttonous... sheep and boar hybrid?" Jazz replied. "That's all the informations Clockwork gave to me."

"Ok, so now we've to those catch these guys, right?"

(An odd choice of capture targets but aight lmao)

“Yep,” Danny said. “Easy peezy.”

“You’re going to jinx us,” Jazz scolded, and Danny obliged her worries by knocking on the cave wall in place of wood.

But it was too late.

They hadn’t even needed to look for the Qiongqi. The moment the three of them had stepped out of the cave with intentions to go into the city to continue their search, the tiger-like monster immediately swooped in and tried to eat their faces off.

“Oh! I forgot that it bites off the noses of noble and righteous people!” Jazz recalled, and Jason immediately grabbed her and pulled her down as the beast lunged at them.

“Thanks for the info, Princess, but we’re in the middle of something?! Stop getting distracted and catch the damn thing!”

So while Jazz and Jason were fighting off the Qiongqi, Danny ran off to capture the Taowu, which was trying in vain to fight the cars in the middle of a street, blocking an intersection with its body as people screamed and ran away from it. Seeming to think that the screams were cheers, the Taowu preened and was even more enthusiastic in trying to kill the cars as Danny dodged its chaotic moves to try and catch it.

The Taotie was slightly more difficult to find after the three of them struggled to capture the first two. It had been found inside of a restaurant, hiding within the freezer and eating everything in sight, even the metal walls. It took a few days before anyone found it and reported it.

Finally, the three of them only needed to find the Hundun. It took a long, long time, almost a week before they found the faceless creature helping the Joker in a new plan to torment everyone in Gotham. It was quickly solved with some ghostly technology, but by the end, Jason’s eye was twitching and Danny looked like he was about to wring the necks of anyone who was about to approach him.

Clockwork watched them with a small smile on his face as they all trudged up the steps to his lair.

“You found them?” He asked, his form shifting.

“If you weren’t Jazz and Danny’s grandpa, I’d tell you to fuck yourself,” Jason hissed as he tossed the special container that held all Four Perils to Clockwork. Clockwork caught it and chuckled.

“But you got to spend time with Jazz, right? It’s not all bad.”

Danny growled, crossing his arms, “It was bad for me. You’re on thin ice, old man.”

“Maybe next time, I’ll send you on a mission with—”

“SHUT!!”

[whydoyoucare866]

Moonlight

PAIRINGS:

Titans!Jason todd x reader

SUMMARY:

Bruce has taken in Jason Todd as his youngest son and the new robin some months ago, Bruce’s goddaughter also came back to Gotham after being away for a year.

Some months after meeting Jason she starts a friends with benefits relationship with him, suddenly Jason has to move to the Titans tower and two weeks later Bruce sends her too, but, why is Jason ignoring her and acting like he doesn’t know her and why does it get worse when Rose Wilson arrives to the tower??

A/N: in this story Dick and Jason will not have such a big age gap as they do in the show, Dick will be 23 while Jason will be 19, but for the sake of the plot it will, also ignore that there’s already a dc character called moonlight, also the powers I made up for her make no sense at all but we’ll have to deal with it.

TWS: slow burn, angst, blood, canon violence, mentions of death, anxiety, jealousy, friends to friends with benefits to enemies to lovers?, maybe death of a main character (haven’t decided yet) change of plot

Keep in mind that English is not my first language, I also know nothing about guns, human anatomy or fighting in the language so I'm sorry if I make a lot of mistakes

Story Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Superman by Eminem was playing as the car Bruce sent to get you from the airport approached the gothic styled manor you hadn't seen in a year or so, the way everything looked the same brought you a sense of comfort, you knew Dick wasn’t Robin anymore, you were really close to Dick and he had told you all about how Bruce was a bad father and how he didn’t want to become him, you understood him, although you couldn’t help but feel bad for Bruce, you knew he was trying his best and he may not have been the best father, but he was a great godfather, it probably was because he wasn’t 100% responsible of you, he didn’t have to teach you about emotions, life, problems, or shit like that, he just had to spoil you and talk to you, so it was probably easier for him.

As you grew closer to the manor you noticed that Bruce and Alfred were already waiting for you by the door with some guy, he looked a little bit younger than you, but not too much, you couldn’t see him very well from the distance, but he seemed to be in casual clothes so you assumed he lived here, he was probably another stray that Bruce took in after Dick left so you paid it no mind. Eventually you arrived to the mansion and you could cry, it had been a year since you had last seen Bruce and Alfred, it had been a year since your dad had died, he was the only parent you ever knew, your mom wasn’t a deadbeat who abandoned you or anything like that, but she wasn’t “normal” she had special abilities (which you also have) that you didn’t know were special until you showed them to a boy in kindergarten and made him cry out of fear, at that moment you didn’t get why the boy had cried when you just tried to show him how your hands could glow, you then got a long talk from your mom about how most people don’t have the same abilities as you, therefore you have to keep them a secret, otherwise people would be scared or even worse it would put you at risk because there were bad people who wanted those abilities for themselves. You learned to take the talk seriously when your mom got killed by some scientist who wanted to have her powers and it was all thanks to not hiding them too well, leaving your dad and yourself on your own.

The sound of the car’s door opening pulled you out of your thoughts, and you immediately started getting off the car, you started walking towards the entrance of the Manor and all of the memories came flooding back making you emotional, you approached Bruce and just crashed into him with a hug, he became stiff, but he tried to comfort you as you cried in his arms, you hadn’t seen him ever since your dad had died, you had ran away from your problems and went to Europe for a year thinking it would help, but it didn’t, you were completely alone at Europe, at least here in Gotham you had Bruce and Dick and Alfred, you weren’t completely alone, but over there you were, and it just made you realize how much you missed and appreciated them.

When you calmed down, you moved on to Alfred who looked just as neat as always and also hugged him tight, after all Alfred reminded you of a loving grandfather and always gave you comfort, Alfred pulled away and excused himself to bake your favorite desserts, just like he always did whenever you were sad, it all felt so familiar that you felt comfort for the first time in a year. After hugging Bruce and Alfred and breaking down you realized there was still a boy who probably didn’t know who you were and had to witness you being a mess as his first impression of you, poor boy probably would be really uncomfortable after seeing a stranger come into his house and break down while he just stood there, the thought of it made you feel embarrassed making the atmosphere really awkward as you just stood staring at each other not knowing what to do, or say, Bruce took on the tense atmosphere and started introducing you to each other in hopes that the tension would fade away. You learned that his name was Jason Todd and he had just gotten taken in a year ago, some months after you left for Europe, Bruce also told you about how he found him and how he was now the new Robin, Jason have you a short nod as his way of saying hi and then Bruce started telling him about you, he told Jason about your abilities and how you were the vigilante known as moonlight which made Jason look excited, Bruce seeing Jason’s reaction told you how he was a fan of Robin and Moonlight and it sparked a bit of pride inside of you, but then made you feel embarrassed as you realized you had probably disappointed the boy by showing him how weak you actually were.

After the introductions finished, Alfred came out telling you all to get inside and to let you go to your room and accommodate, which you thanked him, You loved Bruce and Jason seemed nice, but you were exhausted after flying and you just wanted to get some rest, Alfred guided you to your room as if you hadn’t bern there a thousand times and insisted on carrying your luggage for you even though you said you could handle it.

“Here we are Miss (Y/N), you already know where Master Bruce’s and my rooms are in case you need anything, and if you ever need Master Jason his room is the one that’s right in front of yours in Master Dick’s old room .”

You thanked Alfred who excused himself and went to the kitchen and you decided you were too tired to unpack and that you would do it tomorrow, so you took the book you were reading and your headphones out of your bag and laid down to read a bit, you were really tired and after some pages your eyes started to get really heavy and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

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[cutebat]

The Little Batgirl (Yandere Platonic Batfam x Child Reader)

Chapter 3 - A Piece of Candy

Warning: Yandere Themes, Manipulation, Overprotective Parent Behavior, Mentions of reader's backstory, Damian is still mean

(Anything that reader says in a bolded text means she’s in “thought of mind.”)

"Now, remember. If you see any suspicious behavior, don't hesitate to alert anyone. That includes me, Robin, Red Robin, or Spolier. Then, you can arrive at the warehouse quickly."

Y/N swinging across each building as she was supposed to listen to Bruce's long lectures about her position on tonight's mission.

However, at the same time, she was excited to start her first mission.

He tells her through his intercom as the young batgirl just rolls her eyes playfully as she lets out a pout.

"I know. I know. Don't worry, I have similar experiences. I got this!"

She reassures him before she lands on the rooftop of a random building.

As she was scouting for any criminal behaviors, she could hear a sound from the nearby trees.

She takes a peek before she sees a cat on the tree branch as an old lady, who seems to be its owner, trying to get it down.

"Batgirl. What is your status right now?"

She was too distracted that it made her leap off the rooftop and land onto the ground before she quickly ran into the park.

Then, she spots the cat on the tree before she launches herself up and grabbed onto the branch of the tree that made her push forward and swing on it.

She got on the branch and adjusted her position in case if she fell.

"Batgirl, I asked what your current status is. Why aren't you at the location?"

Bruce's voice could be heard again except a bit more louder and a bit harsh, but Y/N chose to ignore it as she slowly pulled up her hand towards the cat who hissed at her.

"It's okay... Everything's going to be okay... Just come to me, kitty..."

She whispers at it before she sees the feline slowly move towards her and leaps onto her shoulder.

Y/N lets out a sigh of relief and then jumps off the tree and lands in front of the old lady.

"Is... this yours?"

She asks as she shows the cat in her arms.

"Oh, yes! Biscuit!"

The old woman said in a relived tone as she took her cat back.

"Thank you so much, young lady. You know what, I think you deserve something."

She tells the young batgirl before she pulls out something from her pocket.

It was a small candy and the sight of it made Y/N's eyes widened a bit.

For strange reasons, she quickly takes the candy and took off running away from the old woman.

The old woman and her cat, Biscuit, looked so confused as they watched the young girl run off.

However, they just shrugged it off and continued their walk through the park.

As they were walking off, Y/N could only watch them walk deeper into the park as her eyes are filled with sorrow.

"L/N!"

The voice of Damian calls out that it made Y/N jolt and quickly hides the candy into her skirt pocket.

She sees him walking towards her with an irritated look.

"Do you know how much time you took to just do whatever you just did? Father and the others are still waiting for you as you're the only one whose not there!"

He scolds her as she just looks up at him before he lets out a heavy sigh.

"Forget it. Just... hurry it up!"

He commands her before he used his grappling hook and launches off.

"Geez... He's still rude as ever."

She thinks before she takes out the piece of candy that is wrapped in a delicate pink wrapper.

Then, she quickly put it back into her skirt pocket and used her grappling hook to launch into the location right after Damian.

~~~~~

The mission was thankfully a success despite Y/N's tardiness.

The team watched as the local Gotham police took the criminals away in their police cars while thinking them for their work.

As they were doing so, the young batgirl turned to see Bruce, in his Batman persona, in front of her with a stern look and his arms crossed.

"What was your reason for being late?"

He asks as he watches his new sidekick just squirming around.

"There was a cat. Stuck on the tree. I decided to quickly help the old lady with her cat."

She explains to him as her hands are on her yellow utility belt.

"It took you nearly eighteen minutes to get here when I told you to come here around twenty two minutes ago."

Bruce sharply tells her that made her jolt a bit.

The tone on his tongue made the other teammates look over.

"What do you think is going on?"

Stephanie, aka. Spoiler, whispers to Tim as he shrugs.

"She's just getting scolded by father. We all get that."

Damian tells him with his eyes narrowed down and his arms crossed.

Back to the dark knight and the little batgirl herself, he just continues to glare down at her before he lets out a heavy sigh.

"You know what, I was wrong. You promised me that you could not follow any simple rules and follow them according to time. Maybe I should provoke you from being in your new role as batgirl."

This made the young girl's eyes widen and the others turned their attentions to their mentor.

"Bruce... You don't mean that, do you?"

Tim asks as Damian was in disbelief of what he just heard.

"Yeah. That's a bit too far, don't you think?"

Stephaine chimes in.

Bruce continued to have a harsh look before he realized what he said when he saw small raindrops fall onto the concrete ground.

He stares into Y/N's eyes, which has tears in them as her lips are quivering.

The young girl refuses to listen to whatever he has to say as she wipes her tears away before she uses her grappling hook and launches herself off the spot.

Bruce and the others just stare at her go off into the night sky.

~~~~~

After that mission, Y/N was at the same park, sitting on the bench as she softly crying as her head was buried into the space of her crossed arms with her white bat-eared helemt was next to her.

Those words that Bruce said kept replaying in her head as she remembers how one of her old mentors would tell her after she failed a 'simple' training.

Then for some reason, she remembers something that she got from earlier, and she takes it out of her pocket.

It was the candy that the old lady gave her.

She was just staring down at the same wrapped up candy while sitting on the bench.

She was so focused on lightly stroking the candy wrapper that she didn't hear a pair of heavy footsteps walking towards her and sits down next to her.

"Is that a piece of candy?"

A deep but gentle tone that made Y/N look up to see Bruce with his mask off as he stares down at her with sorrow eyes.

Something in his eyes doesn't seem... right.

Y/N just looks away as she slowly nods.

"Yeah... I guess."

She responds with a shrug as she continues to stroke the wrapped up candy.

Bruce just continues to sit there as Y/N kept stroking the candy.

"Why don't you have your mask on? What if people see you?"

She asks as she finally looks up to see his face.

He just chuckles as he looks up at the sky.

"There's nobody at the park right now. I made sure of it."

She just nods slowly in response before she focuses her gaze back onto the candy.

Then, she feels herself getting close to Bruce as he pulls her into an embrace that seems so... comforting.

"You know I don't mean what I say, right? You also know that I would never have taken away your role this quickly."

He asks as he strokes her head.

Y/N just stayed in her spot, not knowing how to react.

This was the first time someone ever treated her like this after she did something wrong, or at least she thinks she did something wrong.

That's when Bruce speaks up once again except with a different tone.

"Do you forgive me?"

He asks finally as his grip around her grows a bit tighter.

For weird reason, she felt scared.

A bit too scared.

Even though she was being held in someone's arms that is supposed to be comforting and warm, she still feels the hint of fear inside her.

When Bruce felt this, he slowly moved away from her.

"I see. So, you don't forgive me."

He said as he looked away while his tone was laced with a mixture of sorrow and regret that made Y/N instantly look up at him.

"N-No, that's not what I-"

"It's okay, Y/N. I understand. After I saw my parents pass in front of me, I don't deserve it..."

This made the young batgirl's heart heavy as she looks up at him with sorrow eyes.

Before Bruce could stand up from the bench, he felt a pair of small arms wrapped around him.

He would've shown off his proud smirk, but he hid it when he looked down to see Y/N hugging him around his waist.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

She said as she shoved her head into his back, which made him smile softly despite his prideful feelings.

He just kneels down to her level and wrapped his arms around his little daughter.

"Don't worry about it. I should be the one apologizing to you. After all, I was the one who threatened you."

He said in a soft tone as he strokes her back.

As the two were sharing a hug, Y/N's expression slowly changed as her face showed a look of discomfort and suspicion.

"What are his motives exactly...?"

[myth0nerd]

Bianca and Nico di Angelo have been running from the law for months, until they reach the most crime ridden city in America; Gotham. With the police focused on other crimes happening, they could finally live in peace.

However, there is always an “until.”

This is on Ao3 under MythoNerd and Wattpad under Myth0nerd!!!!

Here’s a little blurb for you guys!

Spoilers ahead

…

Bianca and Nico were built to run away. When someone tried to take them to a military camp, they ran. When some otherworldly creature tried to kill them on a bus, they ran. When CPS came after them, they had no other choice but to run.

That was their life. According to the law, they were criminals. Avoiding the law and the government, running away.

For a while they were unable to find the perfect place to stay. When it came time to steal necessities, the police always found them and they had to run. Again. That is, until they found one of the most crime ridden cities in the world; Gotham.

Gotham was perfect for two reasons. Number one, usually the police were too busy focusing on more serious crimes happening every day then worrying about a set of orphaned siblings. The second reason was that the Joker was too much of a big deal in Gotham that the siblings were basically invisible.

Of course, living in the most crime ridden city in America did have its downsides. Such as, the possibility of being mugged or possibly killed. It happened a couple of times to Bianca and Nico. When it did happen, simply they would give them an item that they had on them and claim that they had no money. It was believable since they also looked the part of being homeless.

Around every week they would go out in stores and steal something. Whether it would be some more blankets for their “home”, the entrance being hidden by a dumpster and the ceiling being a yard off the ground. Or they would have to steal more food. Whatever it was, they were never caught. Not even the store clerks seemed to care.

That time of the week came, Bianca and Nico set off on their little adventure. Nico was always excited to go to the store. He thought it was exhilarating to steal something that didn’t belong to him. Bianca, however, was always anxious about getting caught.

When the clock struck five pm, Bianca and Nico entered the store. Bianca searched for the necessary things like bread and water, while Nico looked for his promised toy. Nico wouldn’t go with her unless she allowed him to take a toy off the shelves. Recently, he got into MythoMagic. He spotted an all black Hades figure sitting on one of the highest shelves.

Bianca heard a loud firecracker-like sound coming from the entrance. Her eyes widened as she dropped the bread and water and began searching for Nico. It was bound to happen when they were stealing. They were in a criminal lockdown until the person with the gun got their money.

She found Nico reaching for the highest shelf, feet on the lowest. “We’ve got to go.” She whispered under her breath.

“What about the food, and toys?” Bianca gave her ten year old brother a faint smile as the tension rose from the back. She started to hear more yelling and screaming.

Quickly, she reached for the figure on the highest shelves causing other MythoMagic figures to fall on the ground.

The yelling stopped and footsteps headed toward the back where the siblings were hidden. She grabbed hold of her brother, gripping tightly on his shoulders. “Nico, I need you to do a favor for me.” He nodded in confusion as she continued. “I want to play hide and seek. Can you do me a favor and hide in the bathroom?” She let go of his shoulders and took off her hat, handing him the hat and the figure. He reluctantly took it. “Don’t come out unless I tell you, okay?”

The footsteps were getting louder and Bianca pushed Nico into the bathroom. She let a single teardrop fall from her face. The only thing that she could wish for her brother was for him to find someone who could protect him like she couldn’t. Someone who had the ability to do anything for him. Maybe the best thing for him was truly being in the foster program, or maybe it wasn’t.

“What a pretty thing, hiding in the back.” The man was covered in scars and gave her a toothy grin. She grimaced, keeping her glance away from the boys bathroom. “Why don’t you come with me and we can get this all…sorted out.”

He grabbed Bianca’s arm and she quickly swiped it away. “Piss off.”

The man touched his faint mustache with the end of the gun. “A pity. What a waste of beauty on a brainless girl.”

He raised the gun and fired it. For once in her life, she was released of her motherly duty to Nico, but she was going to miss him. At least she did something she was always meant to do; protect him.

All Bianca would ever see again was black.

[pixie-popp]

Jason’s younger sister (pt. 1: discovery)

here is the beginning of the story:

The rain pounded down on a 7 year old Jason Peter Todd as he darted between the dark alleys. He could hear the furious shouts of the men chasing him, getting closer and closer as he tried to outrun them. Oh how he wished he could go back to a few weeks ago, when he still had a home. When his mother was still alive and they were together. But who was he kidding, he would have to go back years for his mother to care. To go back to a time before she was hooked on the drugs that put her into a coma. He wanted to go back to her laughter, her smile. But 7 year olds can’t go back in time.When she died, he knew that there was no way he would let CPS get him, as the foster system in Gotham City is absolute shit. So he ran away. Jason had been doing ok on the streets, scavenging for food and sleeping in little, confined spaces that only he could fit in. That was one pro of being a scrawny 7year old. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he slipped on the slick concrete, landing squarely on his face. He released a string of words that he should not know, struggling to his feet. He looked around the alley he was in, panicking as there were no other exits except for where he came in. He heard the voices getting closer, the angry shouts rising in volume. Oh why did he have to steal the bread? He didn’t want to steal, but he was desperate. An old lady who had let him stay with her for a few days had run out of food and he had gotten the bread for her, so that she would eat. The old lady was very kind and she had taught him how to read.His eyes darted around the alley, searching desperately for a place to hide as the pounding of footsteps got closer. He wedged himself behind a dumpster, huddled behind boxes and bags of trash just as the 3 men stepped into the alley, carrying baseball bats. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure that they could hear that sucker through a brick wall. He held back a sob as they started searching.

“Where is that little shit?” One of them growled, smashing a box.

“I don’t see him, but he can’t be far.”Another spoke, placing a hand on the other’s shoulder. “When we find him, we’ll make him pay.” Jason let out a little whimper, then smacked his hands over his mouth, curling farther into his hiding spot. He prayed to what ever god existed that they hadn’t heard him, silent tears rolling down his face. He stifled a scream, eyes squeezed shut when one of the men spoke. Right on the other side of the trash pile.

“Hey, I think I heard something over here.” The third one said, poking the pile with his bat.

“Nah, there ain’t nothing over there. C’mon boys, he must’ve gone this way. Oh, I can’t wait to get my hands on that little brat.” Jason listened as the ponding footsteps of the men faded, trembling in his hole. He stayed tucked in his spot for what felt like eternity, calming his breathing and drying his tears. When he finally emerged from behind his trash can, the rain had long since stopped. Morning had come, and he could finally see his surroundings clearly. The alley was trashed, filled with boxes and bags of waste decomposing. He started forward, nudging boxes out of his way. He pushed a covered basket out to the side and froze when it whimpered. Jason stared down at the basket, convinced he was going crazy. Then he heard a baby crying, the sound ringing through the air. He crept forward, his eyes glued to the container as his curiosity got the better of him. He lifted the cover and gasped at what he saw. Inside the basket was a baby girl, her eyes squeezed shut as she cried out. Jason gently took one of her little hands in his, shushing her.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” He rubbed her knuckles, her hand dwarfed by his.

She immediately calmed, her eyes opening. She stared at him, her big stormy blue eyes shining. She giggled at him, clutching his pointer finger in her chubby fist. Jason’s heart swelled, his smile returning. “ Hey there little one! My name’s Jason, and I’m 7! What are you doing out here?” He scoped her up in his arms, alarmed by how light she was. Jason didn’t know a lot about babies, but he was pretty sure they were supposed to be heavier. Movement caught his eye, and he turned to see a paper fluttering to the ground. He picked it up, careful to keep the baby tight to his chest. It was a note:

To whoever finds her,

Please take care of her. Both of her parents are dead, and she cannot go into the system. thank you.

The note ended with her birthday.

August 15th

“Hey, you were born one day before my birthday!” Jason exclaimed, looking down at the baby in his arms. She babbled at him, waving her arms around. “You are so cute! Why would anyone leave you alone?” He asked her.She smiled at him, and he thought about the note. Both of her parents are dead.

He started to walk, bouncing the baby in his arms.

“Y’know what, I’m gonna be your brother.” He declared. He looked down at the baby, realizing that she had fallen asleep. He smiled, holding her tightly. “ Now, what to name you?” Jason looked around, his eyes catching on a poster. “How about Amelia?”He said. He looked at his new little sister again, watching the fluttering of her eyelashes against her chubby cheeks as she slept. He chuckled softly. “I’ll name you Amelia Rose Todd. I’m going to protect you and I will never abandon you. As your big brother, I will teach you everything you need to know.” Amelia nuzzled into his chest, letting out a little sigh. Jason kissed he forehead, rocking her in his arms. “ I’m going to love you forever.” He whispered in her ear, his chest warm.

Jason Peter Todd didn’t know much at 7 years old, but he knew one thing for a fact. He was never going to let anything happen to Amelia Rose Todd.

To his little sister.

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Ok so I originally posted this on my main blog but I moved it to here.

[newbatmanfan19]

Heyyyy so this is a draft of a draft of a chapter for a fic I’m writing. I did my best to make it work as a one-shot but some context for those who want it: It’s an AU focused on Helena Bertinelli. In this fic, she is the biological child of Bruce and Selina, but was given up for adoption by Selina, Bruce does not know about this kid (in Selina’s defense, she didn’t know where he was at the time.) Helena’s adopted father is not particularly fond of her so he sent her away to Saint Mary’s School for Troubled Girls, which turned out to be doing dealings with the Joker. Joker knows who Helena is (people talk in Gotham) so he kidnapped her and told her who her bio-parents were. She was eventually rescued by Batman and Robin!Jason and returned home… only to be sent to Healing Trails Academy six months later. Soooo Helena burns the place down and takes a little girl named Christina with her… hopefully you see my vision for this.

Christina is basically an OC but technically very loosely based on the Italian reporter featured in the Huntress comics. Helena is also basically an OC in terms of personality but I try to infuse as many canon elements as possible. That being said, I am going for accuracy in my portrayal of the rest of the characters (well, fanon accuracy for some, selective canon accuracy for others) I’d love some feedback/constructive criticism or even just general suggestions if anyones interested! This is my first batfam fic and I have spent almost two years getting to know these characters to prepare to write this but there are so many characters to learn :=[

CW: mentions of child abuse (I think that’s all)

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Meeting Catwoman

Helena hadn’t meant to go following in her biological mothers footsteps quite so closely, but when the need arose, she wasn’t sure what else to do. If it had just been her, maybe she could get by on petty thievery and her wits, but it wasn’t just her. She had Christina to provide for and try to raise, even if Helena was only three years her senior. At only thirteen, it wasn’t like she could go out and get a job. No one Helena thought was worth working for would give one to her. She wasn’t particularly fond of having to resort to crime, but at least she was working for herself and not some skeezy crime lord.

It started simple, nabbing a wallet off an unsuspecting business man or snatching whatever was sticking out of a senile old lady’s grocery bags. Helena quickly found she had inherited her mothers talent for pick-pocketing, and she couldn’t deny the thrill it gave her to do so, as much as she wanted to hate every second of it.

Then, things escalated. She started breaking into some of the nicer houses in Gotham to grab jewels and trinkets, and from there…

Well, she started stepping on Catwoman’s claws.

It was fully intentional, Helena could admit that to herself. She wanted the Cat’s attention. As long as she kept up the jewel heists, it was only a matter of time before she ran into her mother. Helena just hadn’t anticipated it happening quite so quickly. She only just got her suit together, courtesy of Christina.

The moment she got her hands on the absolutely enormous diamond sitting on a nice, velvety pillow, she felt a presence behind her.

“Now, just what do you plan on doing with that after you steal it?”

Helena froze. Even with her back turned, she knew exactly who was speaking to her. After all the scheming she did just to get her mother in the same room as her, she hadn’t quite planned on what to do when she actually got face-to-face with the woman.

She recovered, grabbing the diamond and slipping it into one of the many hiding places Christina had sewn into Helena’s suit. She was certainly crafty with a sewing machine, that one. Then, Helena turned to face her mother, for the very first time in her whole life.

Catwoman was a sight to behold, Helena decided. She practically oozed confidence and charisma, even just standing there. Hands on her hips, staring expectantly at the young girl in front of her. Helena noted that her suit was remarkably similar to Selina’s, an intentional choice by Christina, no doubt. She was glad they were in the masks, Helena knew from her mild stalking of her parents that she was the spitting image of Selina, one look at her unmasked face and the Cat would know.

“Sell it?” Helena hadn’t intended for her response to come out as a question, but to be fair she never really planned on doing anything with it. She would have probably ended up returning it eventually.

The jewels she stole from houses were a dime a dozen. Expensive, but nothing precious, easily taken by the pawn shop owners who didn’t ask questions. Even if they did, she could come up with a story. But this diamond was sitting in a museum under several layers of (really, easily cracked) security for a reason. It was recognizable, she’d need to do dealings with some shady people in order to get rid of it, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that.

“Oh yeah? Who to?” Catwoman’s smirk grew even wider, if that was possible.

“None of your business.”

Catwoman sighed at that. She looked Helena up and down, crossing her arms in front of her as she eyed the girl, and for a moment Helena worried she was going to try to do something like fight her for it. She didn’t.

Instead, she held out her hand, palm facing up. “Come on, hand it over. What else are you going to do with it?”

Helena scoffed, like she actually thought she would give up that easily.

“Finders keepers. I got here first.”

“What are you anyway? Robin’s new arch nemesis or something?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” Helena complained rather flatly. “I’m nobody's nothing. I’m just… a stray.”

“I can see that. Kids with parents don’t go running around committing grand larceny.” She sounded smug, so smug. What did she have to be so smug about?

I have parents. One of them is standing right in front of me.

Helena swallowed her protests and leveled a glare at the Cat instead. Catwoman narrowed her eyes at her and if Helena wondered if she was sizing her up before, she was sure of it now.

“You got someplace to go, kid?”

Helena scoffed even louder that time. How ironic. The woman who gave her up for adoption was now trying to take her in off the streets. Not that she could accept the offer, one look at Helena’s unmasked face and Selina would know exactly who she was. Bruce may be oblivious, but she had the advantage of actually knowing Helena existed in the first place. And if she knew who Helena was, well, she already got rid of her once.

“Do I look like I don’t have a place to go?”

“Maybe. You’re resourceful, I’ll give you that. Took down the security system before I even got here.” Catwoman started circling Helena, this time she was examining the suit, as opposed to the girl herself. “That suit is something, but you should really get some kevlar if you want in on the business. I know a guy.” She stopped once she was back in front of Helena. “You’re what? Twelve?”

“I’m almost fifteen!”

Okay, her birthday was 11 months away, so maybe not almost, but still.

Selina was satisfied with that answer, satisfied she got some information out of Helena.

“So is that what I’m supposed to call you? Stray?” For the first time in their conversation, Selina dropped the smirk and seemed genuine, showing some respect for the little thief.

“If you would be so kind.” Helena responded, trying to muster up some of her mothers charisma in her smile.

The sound of glass breaking echoed into the hall they were standing in, followed by the voice of Robin chastising Batman.

Uh-oh.

Helena was not prepared to be seeing both of her parents that night. Nor was she prepared to be captured by one of them.

“Aaand that’s my cue. Sorry, gotta blast. As ‘mistah J’ likes to say, the Bat spoils all the fun!” Helena adopted Harley’s thick Brooklyn accent as she mocked the nickname. “But I’ll get back to you on that armor thing. In exchange–” Helena slipped the diamond out of its pocket and tossed it to Catwoman. “Thanks!”

Really, it was more of a survival tactic than a show of good faith, Batman was far less likely to follow Helena if she didn’t keep the jewel. She grappled up to a nearby vent and made her escape, she’d be back out on the street in less than a minute, and soon after that, she’d be far, far away from the scene. If Catwoman chose to inform Batman of Helena’s presence, she’d be long gone by the time she got done explaining. Though Helena thought she probably wouldn’t, she’d be too busy flirting.

Helena was happy, meeting her mother had gone about as well as she could have hoped for. Maybe Catwoman would be willing to take Stray under her wing, show her the ropes. It was the closest thing to a mother-daughter relationship Helena thought she could hope for. Fantasies of them working together on heists filled her mind as she made her way back to the abandoned theater she lived in with Christina.

Christina had proved herself as a valuable asset in more ways than one. She found the abandoned theater and suggested they live in it back when they first escaped from Healing Trails. Helena thought it was creepy, but seeing as they didn’t have any other prospects, she agreed. Christina loved it, and that’s what mattered. Plus it had the sewing machine she ended up using for Helena’s suit, so it was a win-win. Helena thanked God for the younger girls theater background. That and her unrelenting nosiness that helped greatly in digging up information on Helena’s parents.

When Helena got back to the theater, she found Christina in the green room asleep on the mattress Helena had bought with the spoils from her last break-in. After changing out of the suit and into pajamas, she tried to slip in beside her without waking her, but Christina always woke up. She still had nightmares about the academy almost every night, and she would wake up at the drop of a feather.

“How did it go?” A small, groggy voice asked.

“Good, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Go back to sleep. I’m tired.” Helena yawned as she settled in next to her pseudo-sister.

“Can I see it?” Christina shimmied around so that she was facing Helena, the light coming in from the one tiny window in the room shined on her face, showing her little blue eyes and her freckles.

“I didn’t get the diamond.”

“I thought you said it went good.” Christina pouted slightly and Helena pushed a blonde hair out of her face.

“I met my mom.” She replied simply.

Christina lit up. “Really? Did she like you?”

“I think so, but that’s only because she doesn’t know who I am. Or maybe she just thought it was funny.” That time, it was Helena’s turn to pout.

“I don’t think that’s true, you know. There’s lots of reasons people give babies up for adoption. And if she’s really Catwoman, then maybe she gave you up to keep you safe.”

Helena wanted to believe Christina, she really did. But she was too young, her explanation sounding too… hopeful.

“Stellar job, that did.” She snorted. “If that's true, then all the more reason not to tell her who I am. If she gave me up to keep me safe, then she probably wouldn’t like what I’m doing right now very much.”

“You don’t even want to give her a chance? Maybe she misses you just as much as you miss her. Maybe she already knows who you are and that’s why she liked you!” Christina’s voice was practically pleading by that point. Helena understood, she was probably hoping that they’d both be taken in by Catwoman and be a proper family, complete with an actual parent.

“Maybe.” Helena conceded. “But I want to try to get to know her first. That way, if she doesn’t want me, then at least I got to spend time with her for a little while, yanno?”

“Yeah, I get it. But you really should try. You gotta give people a chance sometimes.” Christina yawned and turned back over onto her stomach. “Goodnight, Lena.”

“Sweet dreams.”

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I hope you liked it ☺️ — I’ve been storyboarding for almost a year at this point (my timeline is air tight goddammit.) Also I did not come up with stray but I can’t find the OG post I saw about it!! If someone knows who originally came up with that idea please let me know so I can give creds!

[bats-and-birds-24]

Chapter 14: Tim Drake acquires Siblings

Chapter 14:

The atmosphere in the batplane was suffocating as Batman and Nightwing carefully ignored each other. Dick spent most of the ride fiddling around with his escrima sticks and looking through his utility belt. If asked, his excuse was that he was simply preparing for the upcoming fight at Nanda Parbat.

Bruce himself wasn’t faring much better, as beneath the gloves, he was white knuckling the steering wheel so hard he was pretty sure his hands were going to be numb by the time they reached their destination.

As the two descended beneath the clouds, a stunning view of the undying city came into view. Nanda Parbat in all her beauty glowed in the first light of day. The sight would have washed away all the pollution and filth of Gotham from one’s soul if Bruce and Dick weren’t the Dark Knight and the Gray Son of Gotham respectively.

Bruce eyed the training grounds as an easy location to park the plane, it wasn’t as though they were trying to hide their arrival. 

Dick got up as the ground came into clear view. Opening the batplane’s door, he somersaulted down for the fight ahead. Bruce grunted in disapproval, his firstborn was being too rash. He carefully piloted the batplane away from Dick and strode out, ready to face the entire league to save his sons, if need be.

In Jason’s Apartments:

Talia dismissed the messenger with a wave of her hand. It seems that Bruce has finally caught onto what was happening. She frowned, it took him longer than she expected, it seemed that Jason’s death really took a toll on him.

Jason and the rest of the children looked up at her in curiosity. Better to tell them now than later. In fact, better to show them than tell them.

She gestures to them to move to the balcony. Damian looked confused at the sight, while Cass merely looked on curiously, Tim actually looked excited, and Jason simply turned away and walked back inside. 

“Damian, I believe that it is time to meet your father.” Damian's head snapped back to her. Here? Now? He wasn’t even in any presentable attire, his loose training clothes stained with sweat. “Wait mother, let me go change!” He ran off to his own chambers. 

Tim gazed at the batplane, he could see the dark figures of Batman and Nightwing. A rush of joy and reassurance went to his head. They actually came for him. In his hindsight it seemed stupid to think that they wouldn't. He was Robin after all, who knows how much backlash Batman would get if he lost another Robin. The thought dampened his excitement. Tim shook his mind clear and jumped over the balcony railing, gracefully landing beside the two men in black.

Dick’s head snapped back to see who had managed to sneak up behind them when he saw Tim. His face immediately lit up. “Timmers! You’re just in time to see us beat up some assassins!” Tim looked up in alarm, “Wait no! This is all a misunderstanding!” 

Dick’s eyes widened and Bruce let out a sharp noise. It was too late, one of the assassins snapped out of the shock of having to face Batman himself, and swung at him. It missed as Bruce easily dodged, but the spell was broken and the fight began.

The next minute was one of pure chaos as weapons flashed and people blurred. The sound was deafening with the clashing of swords, and slicing of flesh. Tim could only watch in horror as his plan to reunite his family, the batfamily, was upended in mere seconds. 

The chaos came to an abrupt end as a familiar voice pierced through the din of battle; “ENOUGH!” 

Jason’s eyes flashed pit green as he took in the scene before him. It was bad enough that Bruce ruined his first life, but now here he was, trying to drag him away from what little peace he had managed to carve out for himself in between his resurrection and training. Jason waved away the other assassins and focused on the intruders. The lower ranked bowed and left, knowing that this matter was now out of their hands.

Bruce’s eyes widened. It couldn’t be. He felt his heart thump against his ribcage, his deepest dreams having come true, Jason was alive. And yet, something felt off. Looking into those eyes stained by the pit, he couldn’t see the fiery, optimistic Robin he had had by his side all those years ago. These were the eyes of a madman broken by his own expectations of the world.

Dick swallowed a lump down his throat, Bruce was right all along, he never should have doubted him. At least now that this whole mess is over, they can grab Tim and Jason and go back home and start being a family again. 

The thought is rudely cut short by the next few words out of Jason’s mouth.

“Why are you two here?” His hard gaze made the two feel ashamed, though for what, they did not yet know. 

“We’re here to bring you back home.” Dick was confused, shouldn’t Jason be happier that they were rescuing him from the league?

“Home, back home where the Joker still runs free? Don’t use the excuse that he’s in Arkham with me, I know for a fact how weak their security is.” Jason began to circle them, coming face to face with Bruce, “Home, where you still haven’t learned anything from my death and still use innocent children to cover for you in your nonsensical crusade against crime?”

“I’m not coming back home until I know that I can fix what you broke. I’m training under the league until then.”

Jason finished up his speech and turned to leave. “Wait! Son! Please hear me out!” Bruce pleaded, but those pleas fell on deaf ears as Jason simply walked back to his quarters.

Tim sighed as he looked upon Dick and Bruce’s faces, the despair evident in them. “Come one now, there is a lot to explain.”

The two vigilantes mutely followed him, not knowing what else to do.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Oh my— werewolf!jason is my new favourite thing!!!! Like- I can’t read any other Jason stuff without thinking about it I just—

!!!!!!!!

The howls made the hair stand up on the back of all their neck. Prodding a primal urge to run. To hide.

But. They were frozen in place, watching. Wide-eyed and trembling as the wolves in the distance ran through the grounds.

Bigger than wild wolves. Stronger. Smarter. Faster.

They watched from a distance as the wolves chased a herd of deer. Teeth tearing flesh with brutal efficiency. Beautiful and grotesque. Blood spattering onto the snow and over their fur.

And the howls started again. Haunting but not foreboding.

"What are you going to do, Father?" Damian asked.

"To start with, we need to find her family."

"Would Todd let her go?"

"I don't know," Bruce admitted. It wasn't possible to keep you out of Gotham without Jason going with you. He got uncomfortable being more than a couple rooms away from you. If you were in another state, it would probably be a nightmare.

"Would she want to go?"

"I don't know," Bruce admitted again. It was only recently you'd been able to do anything. But- you were still afraid. Not unsurprisingly, he supposed. The only thing he knew for sure was when you were near Jason you were fine.

"They'd be a good asset to the mission-"

"A potentially deadly asset."

"They aren't mindless," Damian pointed out. "They could have killed anyone who stepped into their cell. And didn't. Todd growled a little- But-"

"Damian, they're not pets." "Of course not."

Bruce half turned to look down at his youngest, who was riveted to the spot. Watching the wolves that were playing in the snow. Chasing each other. And he shook his head. "Damian, you can't be a werewolf."

"Of course not. I don't like meat."