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gilverrwrites · 1 day ago

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AN: Answer to an Anon regarding the Batboys reactions to finding their partner (during the early days of their relationship) sleeping with nothing on their lower half, or finding out they're not wearing underwear beneath their comfy bottoms. Gender Neutral!Reader Ft. Jason, Tim, Bruce, & Dick. In that order. No smut, but suggestive content below.

Jason is so dog-tired, too drained to make it back to his own place when he climbs through your window in the middle of the night. Normally he’d text or call ahead to ask if it was okay. But he’s done this a million times, and you’ve always told him that he doesn’t need to ask; he’s always welcome.

He’s already half asleep as he sluggishly kicks off his boots. He doesn’t notice your naked leg hanging out of the covers as he strips down to nothing but his vest and boxers. There’s a half moment of clarity as he stands above your sleeping form where he wonders if he should wake you, if only to alert you to his presence, but you look so peaceful, he doesn’t want to disturb you. He just wants to sleep.

So, he crawls into bed beside you and quickly dozes off. It’s not until hours later, as the sun peeps in between the curtains and he starts to wake that he realises something is off. Somehow, you’ve managed to become entangled during your sleep, which isn’t uncommon. Your back is to his chest, his arm draped around your waist, rough fingers under your oversized shirt and rested on your soft lower stomach. You mumble something dozily, rolling your hips in your sleep and his hands incidentally sink lower, and lower, before they touch something that he should certainly not be touching without permission.

“J-Jason? What’s going on.” You mumble, half-opened eyes staring at him blearily, having been marginally awakened by the ferocity of Jason ripping his hand away from you and jumping out of the bed.

“Nothing! Go back to sleep. I’ll call you later.”

Thanks to the low rise of your joggers, Tim's eyes are already glued to your hips as you lean over him to patch up a wound on his shoulder. It’s late, and quiet. You’re weary after he disturbed you in the middle of the night. He’s still feeling a little woozy from a knock to the head, and the way your lower body sways has him hypnotised, at least until you turn away from him, bending over to find something in your med kit. He’s distracted immediately by the garment label which is hanging out of your waistband at the back.

Without a second thought, he leans over to tuck it back in for you but as his fingers slip below the band you stand, having already started the motion to move back over to him. The sequence of mis-timed events results in your bottoms being pulled just low enough to bare your ass.

Perhaps if he was feeling 100% himself, Tim would have had the graciousness to look even a little bit guilty about it. You doubt it very much though. Instead, he bites his lips, eyes roving the curve of your backside before following the arc of your body right up to your face where he greets you with a lopsided but decisively provocative smile before whispering; “Oopssss.”

“If Punchline hadn’t already done it, I’d smack you upside the head.” You chide, brushing his hand away and pulling your pants back up much to Tim’s disappointment.

“Awh, c’mon. Don’t be like that.” He’s still smiling as you push him back into place so you can continue to see to his injuries. “Was just a happy accident.”

There's a chill in your bones, one so sudden and biting that it jolts you awake. The first thing you notice is the imposing shadow at the end of your bed. Instinctively you shoot up into a seated position, pushing your body backwards and against your headboard until you start to recognise features of the silhouette before you; the lean shoulders, and stiff posture. The glaringly blankness of his chiselled lower face, and the emblem on his chest.

"Bru- Batman?" You exclaim irritated but relieved. “You scared me!”

Your sort-of-but-we-haven’t-quite-defined-it-yet-boyfriend doesn’t reply, and you start to worry again, inclining toward him unconsciously until he deliberately clears his throat. Between the mask and the darkness of the room, you’ve no idea what he’d been looking at exactly, but the polite, intentional turn of his head has it dawning on you quickly.

In an instant you snap your legs closed, embarrassed to have been so exposed but one panic fades to another as Bruce begins to rummage in your wardrobe, informing you that he has reason to believe you’re in danger and that he’s taking you to a safe house for your own protection as he hurtles underwear and pair of trousers at you.

Your nerves begin to calm as you sit in the passenger seat of The Batmobile listening carefully as he brings you up to speed with everything that’s happened and how he plans to fix it.

At least until he begins speaking in a voice that feels intentionally a little smoother than his vigilante persona would typically use. “I’d you’d like, you’re welcome to take your pants back off when we get there.” And again, you can’t tell where he’s looking, but the coy smile on his lips tells you all you need to know about what he’s thinking.

Dicks always had a habit of hooking his fingers into the waist of your pants to get your attention by pulling you closer or to direct you around busy areas. Even before you’d started dating.

You’d woken before him, but he’d followed not long after, sensing your missing presence from the bed and following the smell of breakfast. It’s the most natural thing in the world for him to grab you by the drawstring band of your joggers as a greeting, planning on pulling you away from the sink so he can accost you with morning-breath-laced kisses.

There is a solid 10-second interval in which he stands, staring at you, stock still and silent as he registers the lack of barrier between his skin and yours, and a further 10 more as he examines your face, searching for signs of distress. When he finds nothing but bashful excitement he grins at you, devilish, sinking his fingers further down so he can graze the space just above your stirring sex before fisting the fabric to pull you closer.

“For me?” He quizzes with a quirked brow as he leans in close to you, still watching every micromovement of your face.

“For comfort.” You correct him with a playful grin, lacing your fingers in his shirt regardless.

Feigning disappointment, he sucks on his teeth for a second, rolling his eyes and head back before turning to you with a pout. “An’ here I thought I was special.” Despite his ‘dismay’ you feel his free hand decisively press into the small of your back, holding you in place as the other begins to explore beneath your joggers.

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mixingandmelting · 3 days ago

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Crashing Unannounced

Summary: rating how bad they are with coming over without telling you

A/N: Inspired and can be treated as a part-two of this request here

Dick: Bad

Does it whenever he misses you especially when it’s been a long time since he last saw you, having a impulsive urge to just see you out of the blue, wanting comfort, worried about you

If he could, he’d be doing it everyday as it would mean he’d get to stay with you but he does he respect personal boundaries

Also cherishes your safety and keeps it as his top priority. He’s not exactly a normal person to go out with, having been targeted as both Nightwing and Dick Grayson before

Mostly does it when you’re there where he tries to do it when your awake, knocking on the window with a grin that goes from hopeful to full out joy when he manages to surprise you in a good way

When you’re asleep and either of you are going through a bad time, he enters and ends up snuggling with you in bed

Ask him how he got here when you wake up and he’ll just mumble arbitrarily “through the door” before pulling you towards him and spooning you

Jason: Not as bad

He’s not as frequent as Dick where he also does it when he really misses you whether it’s random or he hasn’t seen you in a while and you’re awake. Though he does it more out of worry whether you're in danger, having a bad time, or sick or when he really needs comfort and support which equates to essentially you

Cares about privacy and personal space since it’s his first time in an actual relationship so he doesn’t want to cross a line

Also because being a crime lord-turned-vigilante isn’t the safest job career and can lead you to be put in danger

When it comes to coming over unannounced and taking you completely off guard though - yeah, he does that though

If you’re not there and he needs(wants) to see you, he’ll stay at your place and wait until you come back. Legit even texts where are you if he’s been waiting for a while and if you ask why, he’ll bluntly answer that he’s over your place

Has surprised you in your own living room where he’d be casually sitting on the couch, helmet/muzzle off surfing through the channels, looking up and asking you what took you so long before cuddling with you and hanging out

Tim: Really Bad

Bold of you to assume he drops by only when you’re there. He drops by every time when he’s around regardless if you’re there or not because he’s always wanting to be around you

Occurred even before the two of you started dating, watching over you to make sure your life is going fine and no one or a thing is causing harm to you because that’s how bad he had and still has for you

Knocks on the glass window to get your attention if you’re there so he could hang out for a bit

Most of the time though you’re not there, so he sneaks in to make sure everything isn’t out of the ordinary and that you’re still okay

Always leaves a gift as a sign that he was there because he ironically feels guilty entering your home and at least he isn’t randomly dropping by empty handed, right…?

In a way it’s Christmas for half the year with how many times he comes over when you’re that

Duke: Good

He was taught to be a gentleman so it’s extremely rare for him to crash unannounced

Always rings on the doorbell or knocks on the front door if it doesn’t have one while coming over after he gets the okay from you whether it’s in person, call, or text

Even when he’s suddenly wanting to see you, he gives you a heads up that he’s going your way and asks if it’s alright to stop by

The times he actually arrives unannounced is when he notices you’re going through something and he wants to cheer you up or help you out. Maybe even plan a mini, impromptu surprise party with food, flowers, or a stuffed bear in the tow

If not, it’s when something bad is going down and he wants to make sure that you’re safe and sound

Makes sure to knock on the window but most times, again, he’s getting your attention through the front door

Damian: Worst of the worst

Every day, every time, whether it’s because he’s bored, he’s wanting your affection, he needs something from you. Sometimes even when there’s no reason, it’s just because

Depending on his mood, he’ll casually enter your bedroom and stay there until you come back and enter it so he could get entertained by your reaction

Or purposely wakes you up by tapping the window so he could talk to you

Bet on him observing your sleeping form both out and inside your home, feeling the tingles in his heart how peaceful you look before he places the gift he got you at your bedside

Of course, with a complimentary note that tells you not to think too into it, he only got it at a whim (it actually took him a few days to get the courage to get it for you)

Overall, it’s a reminder you’re not safe from him and it’s better to stay alert. Also the so-called “traps” you set up never work on him, so you can stop bother doing those now. He’s not a mouse

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kenwio · 1 day ago

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Joker's kid! reader and how they life in manor started

Author's note 1: This part is huge, and it was a huge struggle for me to write (and rewrite), so I apologize if it feels crumpled T^T and there will be other author's notes

Warnings: long read, grammar mistakes (English is not my first language), mental issues, abuse

Bruce knew that eventually you will leave the madbay, you were there long enough to heal, but he had no idea how to bring you to the manor and he can't predict your reaction, seeing your reaction of everything in medbay, your confusion and fear that you showed looking at the simplest things. But other things concerned him even more.

Firstly, he knew that taking you to manor would include revealing of his identity to you, and identities of rest of the family. Secondly, the family.... he was worried about how they would react on you being there. So far, non of the kids interacted with you, and only Dick visited you while you were in the medbay, but he never saw you awake, thanks for the side effects of medicine that made you incredibly sleepy. And thirdly, you were a child of a villain, who knows what you are capable of? So what if you seemed harmless in the madbay? Plus, Bruce knew Tim and Jay expected only bad for you and Damians opinion of you was as bad if not worse somehow. Bruce knows it's going to be tough and he is not sure he can deal with it

Today was the day he would let you see his face and lead you up to the mansion. So, why did the world greatest detective was feeling icky? Was he afraid of you? No, you are just a kid, yes Joker's kid, but still a kid. Was he afraid your potential reaction? Not really, but he was troubled that he could predict it.

Maybe you didn't really show emotions, which was concerning, but also was made him feel more at ease, since you didn't show any signs of acting like your father.

You were sitting at your bed in medaby staring at your blurred reflection in the mirror. You couldn't clearly see yourself, but you were sure you looked a bit different and the clothes you were wearing now, simple t-shirt and pants, were much more comy and much more suited for a child, unlike that horrible suit.

- Hey, little one, how are you feeling? - he asked with strained gentleness

- I'm okay - you answered simply

- Since you are mostly recovered you will have to leave the medbay - he started saying. You were expecting something like that to happend, because why would he let you stick around? He alredy done much for you. As you were staying in the medbay you remember that Batman had a rule - a rule of not killing. Maybe that's why he helped you and healed you up, he probably just didn't want to let you die. You knew your father wouldn't really care of something happened to you, and he wouldn't even avange you, because why would he? You are just a pawn and he has bigger cards to cards to care about.

- So you will bring me back? -you asked, simply, which shoked Batman. You just now simply and dully asked him if he will bring you back to the crime alley ? How? Why? He felt his heart stinging at your emotionless reaction.

- No, I want to give you your new home

- New home? - you asked, confused. What did he meant by that?

- Yes. You will live with me, Alfred, and my sons. - he said calmly, looking at you, studying your reaction, he moved his hands closer to his mask. - that means you will know who I'm, and who are my allies are, which brings me to the point, before we could go to your new home, you must learn few rules, you understand right? - you only nodded in response. You were really confused. Why he wants you to live with you? Why is he okay with it? What was his reasoning?

The rules included: do not reveal our dentities to anyone, no wepons, no sharp object, no violence, no disobedience, mandatory emotional check-ins, mandatory seek of help when you need it, respect of boundaries and few other. You listened carefully when he explained every rule, trying to remember every detail, but you couldn't really understand that all. And you didn't really understood what will happened if you break the rule, but you didn't wanted to take chances.

After he explained the rules and you nodded to confirm you got the idea, he finally took his mask, and his face seemed to be familiar, and after few sections of thinking you said

- Oh, you are a man from newspapers - you remember seeing his face on some of the newspapers you used as blankets back in the crime alley.

- So I guess you know me? And you know my name - he asked, a bit confused by your reaction and use of wording

- uh.. I saw you, I don't really who you are - and it was true, you may saw him on newspapers, but you didn't really read them, there was too much words you didn't understand

- My name is Bruce Wayne, you can just call me Bruce. And since I introduced myself, it's time for you to introduce yourself too - he gave you a slight, gentle smile, encouraging you to speak up

- my name is (your name)

- Follow me, (your name)

So now you were following Bat...uh Bruce into various corridors of ... giant house? Castle? You didn't really know, but it was. You looked around, trying to take in at least some of the surroundings, but it was too much for you to remember. All you could say, the place was really luxurious... really like a castle, like one you saw in story book you manage to found one day.

Finally you arrived at the corridors there you assumed lived residents of the place. If you understood correctly while listening to Bruce, here manor two of his sons lived permanent: Tim and Damian, and two others, Richard and Jason, occasionally payed a visit. As you looked around corridor, you suddenly heard unfamiliar voice

- Father, you really decided to let them live here? - that voice sounded annoyed and angry

- Damian, we've talked about it - answered Bruce. You looked to father and son, who started conversation, taking in the appearance of short boy with spiky hair, and bright green eyes. So this is Damian.... as you looked at him, you noticed that his angry gaze never leaving you. His cold anger mixed with with annoyance made you visibly flinched.

- and I still stand my words, they are dangerous - young boy said, walking past his father, stopping in front of you - I was raised by assassins, don't think I won't see through your games - he said closing walking in his room and closing his door. You looked at him go, you expected this kind of greeting.

- Damian can be a little hostile at first- Bruce tried to soften up the atmosphere Damian created

- oh, it's fine, I understand -you answered calmly.

- so, most of those rooms are free so, feel free to chose one.

You walked through the corridor, checking if the room was taken or not, and you stopped at the far away room in the end for the corridor. Knowing that you would probably annoy others with your existence in the manor, you decided to choose exactly this room. You understood that your life here depended on how Batman, or how he told to call him Bruce, and his sons, and if you wanted to live peacefully you needed to try hard and not make him angry.

Bruce wanted to encourage you to take a room closer to others, but decided not to, so he would not discourage you

As you and and him walked in, you couldnt stop looking around. You would be living here now, and it felt like a dream.

- if you need anything call Alfred, and if you need me, just say so to him. - said Bruce as he left you to settle down. You looked around, taking in a surroundings by a bit empty previous guest room that just became yours. You sat down on the bed, feeling it's softness. You were still a confused, you felt fear as always, but also there was something else in the mix of your feelings, something much more lighter.

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In the morning you was woken up by the rays of sun. You didn't figured out how to close the curtains. Previously you didn't feel like going to dinner, so Alfred brought you sandwiches in your room so you at least could have a bite.

You looked out if the window, seeing beautiful geen garden. The sight was new to you, who grew up in the surroundings of dirty bricks and broken concrete. You watched sky, which looked more clear than in crime alley, clouds, birds, trees. It felt surreal, and it made this light feeling in your chest become stronger.

Alfred knocked soon after, he reminded you to wash your face and brush your teeth (something old butler had to explain you how to do) and said that he would lead you to the dining room.

Damian was already there, he tensed up once he saw you. You sat far away from him, sinking in your chair under his gaze.

Soon after you heard yawning coming form the way you've just walked in.

-Morning, Dams, morning Alfred - you heard the sleepy voice say - B left already?

- yes, master Tim - said the old butler putting coffee on place on the table near Damian's one.

- Drake - Damian said through teeth

- oh, look someon in a bad mood since morning, how - the boy sat down, suddenly stopping when he noticed you. He looked at you, not a word leaving him as he quietly staredat you for a few seconds with unreadable expression. Not knowing you decided at least to try to make the situation more strange

- hello? - you mumbled. And he just nodded. His gaze lingered a bit longer on your hair, before he looked away, looking visible uncomfortable. Alfred served the food soon after. It was one of the most tasty things you've ever ate, even if you could feel tension in the air that could be cut with the knife.

After Alfred was lead you back to your room and Bruce made a quick check up on you few hours latter you were left alone. You didn't really had anything to do: the books that were in the room were a bit difficult for you, and you didn't really had an idea what to do with crayons, because all the paintings that came in your mind were ones that were present on your father's "show scene". As you were loking at the window, you heard a sudden knock on your room's door. You turned around, awaiting too see an old butler, but was greeted with the sight of tall young man with wavy black hair, blue eyes, and slightly akward but nonetheless friendly simile.

- Hey, little one - he greeted - what are you up to.

- Hello - you mumbled rather shyly, looking at the window, when back at him.

- Oh, good-old window watching huh - you nodded, soon after adding

- You are?

- Right, I'm Dick, and what's your name?

- (your name)

- Nice to meat you. So, how are you here so far - he tried to striked up the conversation, before you heard familiar annoyed voice of Damian

- Grayson, I require your presence, now!

- Dami, just a minute - he answered

- now! - Damian repeated

Richard gave you an apologetic look - sorry, gotta go, but I would like to hang around you next time, if you Don't mind.

-I do not mind - you mumbled as you watched him left. The way he talked to you was unusual for you. It reminded the way how Bruce or Alfred talked with you, but it was warmer. It made that light feeling in your chest stronger for a bit, until it was taken away. It was strange to be talked with like that, but it was nice. Suddenly, you couldn't help but wish but to be talked with like that more.

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As day went by, you started slowly getting used to the life in here and rutine. You mostly spend your time around Alfred, following him as if you were a little ducking. He helped you around, explained how to do one or other things, helped you to find books you could read through, also old butler introduced to tw, but you quickly found out that cartoons were a bit much to you, so insted you settled on nature documentaries.

So here you were in the living room watching about life of animals in tropical jungle, when you heard heavy footsteps behind door, after that you hears how doors were heavily pushed open, you turned around, and saw tall and built tall and muscular guy, with short black hair with few white strands on them and book in his hands. Judging by his looks and what Alfeed told you so far you guessed it was Jason. Though, he seemed somehow familiar to you, yet you couldn't understand why...

- hello - you mumbled, looking at him.

He instantly frowned, you could see the same expression of anger on his face, the one you noticed on Damian constantly.

- what, old man really had his sanity kicked out? - he grumbled.

You were unsure of how to react, what to do. On one hand you could clearly see that Jason was mad at you the same way Damin were, so the plan was ether to hide in your room, or to stay quiet. On the other hand, even if you really didn't understand how to interact with others, in a short time you've been in the manor Alfred told you some basics of social interactions and politeness, one of which was to iniciate conversions, which made you want to give it a go.

- I just found out that some animals pretend to be dead so they wouldn't become a prey - you mumbled quietly, you really just learned that fact so you decided to share it. But it.your words seemed to make Jason even more mad.

- tsk, I see you, little psycho, are not so different from your crazy Dad - he spat out angrily, leaving you feeling down. You weren't like your dad, were you?

- I uh - you struggled to say, but you couldn't form your thought. What to answer to that? You weren't sure.

- don't even try, I don't like clowns -he spat out. Before you could say anything or he could continue saying things that left you sad, Alfred walked in.

- Master Jason, master Bruce awaits you in a batcave

- thanks - he said as he walked out, leaning you alone with your confusion and sadness, or so it was until you heard Alfred's cautious voice

- Master (your name)? Are you feeling alright? You seem to be a in your thoughts.

- I'm okay - you answered immediately, not wanting to worry old butler

- I see. - he answered, a bit thoughtfully, before speaking again - would you like to have some tea with cookies? - you nodded eagerly, remembering their sweet taste -when follow me to the kitchen

While you were enjoying tea with cookies, and looking how Alfred was busy preparing lunch, cutting greens with cooking scissors and chopping vegetables. He done this all fast and gracefully, leaving you amazed by his skills. In the middle of him cutting yet another green leaf, Alfeed was asked to go down to the cave by Jason, who walked away immediately after. Old butler put scissors near the edge of counter, and asked you if you knew how to get back to your room, before leaving. You just finished eating last cookie, when you heard metallic ring of fallen scissors. You walked to pick them up, but seeing your blurred reflection in them gave you an idea difference of original idea. Now you were on the way in your room.

Honestly speaking, you understood why your father was hated in this house, and you could understand why they hated you too, Joker is your dad after all, but you didn't like him to. In fact, he only brought you suffering. And you knew there wasn't a way to undone it,

But there is one thing you could do.

You walked in your room, I'm your bathroom, and in mirror you saw that one thing that reminded you of your father's the most. Your damaged green hair. Although while you were staying here, your hair grew longer and you could see your original color of hair, but green was still there and you hated longer green parts of your hair, his parts of your hair. Damian, Jason and Tim probably hated them too.

Chop.

You started cutting the green parts, leaving only strands of YOUR hair. It took awhile, it was hard. But few minutes after you were without them, and with fluffy uneven mess of a haircut on your head.

Putting all your green hair in a trash, you hurried back to kitchen. To your surprise, Alfred wasn't there yet. You put scissors in the sink, and returned to your tea, happy thay now you didn't had reminder of your dad on your head.

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After your sudden haircut, scolding, and another, but more professional haircut latter, Alfred decided to keep an eye on you. He had to admit that your desire to show difference form your dad finally made him warm up to you. But he was even more surprised when you said that you wanted to help him with tasks around the house and managing requests of boys and Bruce. Bruce found it a welcome change, but not all boys agreed with him

Which leads you to the present moment, you were cautiously carrying tray with coffee and snacks for Tim, since he skipped lunch yet again making Alfred worried yet again, when you were walking past Damian.To avoid him, you took a little to the other side, almost kicking off some sort of sculpture, which he caught, stopping in front of you, glaring at you

- Tt... use your eyes when you are going anywhere, pay attention - he grunted.

- I'm sorry - you said calmly, - cool move by the way - you said in attempt to soften the move

- I wasn't asking for your opinion. - he said, glaring at you one more time and saying - One false move and you'll find yourself dismantled faster than these figurines could hit the ground. Touch anything else in Father's collection, and you'll be practice dummy for my katana.

You tried not to flinch at Damian words, but did so anyways. It took you few minutes to calm down and continue your way towards Tim's room. You prepared to knock, but door was slightly agape.

- Tim? - you called, imitating Alfreds tone of voice. You saw how his hand gestured you to come in, so you did. You placed tray with coffee and snacks on his table. He glanced at you only for a second, before his eyes returned to the screen of his laptop, in that moment some sort of text appeared there, making him jolt, put laptop down and run away. You just stood there, not knowing what to do, you looked between door from which he left, and screen of his computer device, when another text appeared on it, and this time you could read it - "low battery. connect the charger"

Thanks to Alfred, you already knew what charger is, you just have to find it! You looked around, seeing too many wires around the room. You looked at the laptop, and saw too many ports. As you were unsuccessfully trying to find the right wire and right port, laptop's screen went dark. In that moment Tim walked in.

- What did you do?! - he asked almost yelling. Immediately going to the laptop

Nothing! - you panicked, and stepped away. He raised a hand and wave it. Not noticing yor flinch.

- just go, go away! You are messing all up!

If you thought you were shaky after encounter with Damian, this one definitely did.

Judging by Tim's reaction, you broke his computer. You didn't mean to, and you didn't knew if anyone will believe you that you didn't mean to do so. Maybe you'll need to apologize later, but right now, all you wanted is to talk with Alfred or to use up Bruces offer and talk with him if you needed it. In the state of panick you must have took the wrong turn, and bot seeing clearly before yourself, you bumped into Jason, after what you was pushed back and fell down in the process.

- you, little psycho! Don't you dare to touch me! - he yelled, making you flinch. For a second you felt like you was back with your father, pushed around, beaten and yelled at. As you were processing what happened, you didn't hear soft footsteps,

Jay, it was an accident. They just didn't not you - said Richard, trying to calm Jason down -yes, little one? - he said turning to you, but you were already running back to your room.

You cruled up in your blanket, hiding from the world and trying to calm down. You felt like crying. You probably did cry. It was all your fault. You almost broke figurine from Bruces collection, you probably broke Tim's computer, and you made Jason angry, so , Dick too was probably angry at you. Why had you just break thing, make everything worse. Maybe you should talk to Bruce.

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You didn't even notice how you feel asleep for a short time, but when you woke up, you decided to see Bruce, if anyone, he should know how to get allong with boys. And that's what you really wanted, to get along with them, just to feel safe.

The problem however was to find Bruce. You remember Bruce showing you where his cabinet and room was, however, you don't remember where exactly they are. You managed to find Alfred, who gave you a concerned look, but explained you where he was. He also said that all of them were having a movie night - Richard decided that everyone needed at least one bounding day a month, where all of them would gather and do something together. That got you a bit worried, because what if you ruin their movie night just like how you ruined everything today. But maybe you could apologize in front of everyone for being inconvenience and making them angry? You'll have to brace yourself . While thinking about it, you walked through various corridors, until you reached movie room.

There they were: While movie were playing on a big screen they sat on cozy sofa and armchairs. Bruce sat in the armchair, occasionally looking on the boys. You could see smile on his face. Dick sat in the middle of the sofa, watching with enthusiasm and actively commenting on the plot, eating popcorn. On one side if him, putting his head on Dick's shoulder, sat Tim, who was lazily laying on sofa. He sometimes corrected Dick or commented on CGI, whatever it is. On the other side of the Dick sat Damian, who tried to make an impression that he didn't like being here, yet even you could see through his act, and who tried to keep Tim's and Jason's hands away from popcorn. And near Tim, in the corner of sofa sat Jason, who teased Damian and Tim most of the time, argued with Dick on which character is better and successfully stole Dick's popcorn.

You've never seen a sight, that was as warm as this. It felt so warm, so cozy, so homy

It felt like family.

And here you were: in the shadow, not daring to make a step, to come in to join them, to afraid to ruin this perfect moment

You've never had a family in that sense of word, and what you had as a family, you wouldn't dare to call as such. In your family was no warmth, no care. There weren't a moment like this. But you needed them.

After you were taken in my Bruce you found out what care was, but even so it felt like it still was too far away from you, so far that you couldn't reach it. Maybe you didn't deserve it, but you wanted care you wanted love. You wished you could be a part of family you see right now. You want to come in. But you know you can't, you know you will ruin the moment if you will walk in now. You know that Damian will add another threat to a previous one, Jason will yell, Tim will shoosh away, and probably Dick and Bruce will silently agree with them and will say to you to come another time.

Your father is Joker, that's instantly makes you undeserving of care and attention. Well, whay to say if your own mother left you. And as for the batfamily, it's only natural to hate a child of their main enemy.

But what if you can prove you are not like your father? What if love and care are earned, and that's exactly why you didn't get them. When you will have to try and earn it. But for now, all you could do now, is to hide behind the door in another room, listen intently on every sound they make, cry silently, afraid of making any noise so you couldn't ruin the moment and wish you could be with them. Wish you was loved at least once in your life. Wish you were a part of their family.

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serlazvi · 15 hours ago

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WHY EVERY NEGLECTED READER/YANDERE BATFAM SERIES I LIKE ALWAYS SUDDENLY ENDED UP IN HIATUS?!?!?!

Me rn:

#batfamily x reader #neglected reader #yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #yandere dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #batboys x reader #jason todd x reader #batfam x reader #damian wayne x reader

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sirxlla · 2 days ago

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Sorry - Halsey (Batboys)

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Dick: "and never really understood, the way you laid your eyes on me in ways that no one ever could."

To everyone, Dick was always put together. He was a rock, never broken, never sad or angry, just perfect. It was so far from the truth. He felt lonely, angry, and depressed.

This time of year was so taxing on Dick, he had started having nightmares about his parents and that night of the fall. Usually, this time of year, he breezed through it without so many nightmares, but this year was hell. He saw the fall over and over, and his blame for himself came back with a vengeance.

"No. No! No- No- Nononon! No!" Dick woke up with a start, sweat pooled in every crevice having dampened his shirt and pillow. Of course, he woke you up as well, and you went into comfort mode, rubbing his back.

"Hey...I'm right here if you need anything." You said with a soft whispering tone so as not to spike his heart rate more than it already was.

"What if it's my fault? What if it all is? What if everyone's gonna get hurt because of me?" Dick placed his head on your chest and started sobbing as you rubbed circles onto his back.

"Honey, as long as I've known you, I've known that as long as you draw breath, you'll help as many as you can...You'd give someone the shirt off your back and the shoes you were wearing just because they asked. You're an amazing person, and the world is so much better because you're in it. I don't want you to think any differently about it." You rubbed his back as his tears made the silk of your pajama shirt stick to your chest.

"I'm sorry." He wiped his eyes and sniffled. "I shouldn't be crying, everyone sees me like-"

"Hey, I don't give a shit how everyone sees you, and I would never think less of you 'cause you're brave enough to show me how you're feeling. Okay?" You look into those cerulean eyes shining in the dim light of the room.

"I am so proud of you and no one here would ever be disappointed in you, Honey." You hug him as he nuzzles into your chest and calms down a bit until he falls asleep, you rub his back until you fall asleep with him. His drool is now the only thing dampening your sleep shirt.

Jason: "I've missed your calls for months, it seems, I don't realize how mean I can be."

You had been calling him over and over, and he would read it; you could see he did. He was just ignoring it. He had disappeared into what felt like thin air. Had you done something wrong or was he in one of those moods of his where he thinks he's not good enough for anyone?

He's sitting alone in some hotel room in Central City. Jason left everyone alone; he needed some time to sort himself out. He knew that rule about how you have to love yourself to love anyone else, and right now, he couldn't stand the sight of himself. You didn't deserve his bullshit, you didn't deserve his demons that are drowning him alive.

You have sent his messages daily since he disappeared into the blue.

7:36 A.M. Jan 14th - "Everyone loves you." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

3:59 P.M. Jan 16th - "I miss you bunches." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

2:12 A.M. Jan 17th - "Just stay safe for me? I'd be in pieces if anything happened to you." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

8:36 A.M. Jan 19th - "Sorry forgot to text yesterday, I've been so tired, but I still miss you every moment you aren't here." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

5:26 P.M. Jan 20th - "Dinners always ready for whenever you come home. I promise." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

1:41 A.M. Jan 22nd - "Tokyo misses you, he meows by the door constantly. Please come home, our family misses you." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

10:38 A.M. Jan 23rd - "Jase, please. I can't sleep well without you. I don't know what's going on; please explain." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

11:37 P.M. Jan 24th - "Jase, Please come home. I'm sorry for whatever I did." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

He read the texts. What you did? You did nothing. He realized how stupid and selfish he was being, such an asshole. His fingers typed before he could fully decide what he wanted to do.

"What did you do? Babygirl, you did nothing wrong. I'm coming home, I'm sorry I've just been so stupid about everything recently. I've been worried I'm not enough but I realize I can spend forever getting closer to my idea of perfect for you until you kick me out or my heart stops beating. I'm sorry and I'll be home soon."

You had cried yourself to sleep that night, and you were so exhausted you hadn't seen the text. Tokyo started meowing, and it woke you; you checked the clock, and it was 3:53. You had only been asleep for a few hours.

"Tokyo, go to bed. He's not here." You cry into your pillow, your face is swollen, and your eyes still red from crying earlier.

"I am, Babygirl. I'm so sorry." Jason saw your face and how sad you were; his heart felt heavy in his chest, and he was angry at himself for hurting you so deeply. You didn't know what to do, so you stared at him as he crawled over to you and hugged you. It had been a hard week without him and him hugging you is what finally broke you. You sobbed into his chest, holding onto him tightly.

"Don't you ever do that again, You Asshole!" You sobbed angrily, hugging him tightly as you breathed in the smell of smoke that lingered on his skin.

"I promise, I never will. God, I'm so sorry. I'll spend forever apologizing for this. I'm so fuckin sorry." Jason heard the sadness in your voice and held you tighter til you both fell asleep.

Bruce: "Sorry I could be so blind, Didn't mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind."

Being Batman and trying to be a billionaire on top of it just really didn't give him the time to be in a relationship. You knew this, and you tried your hardest to make sure that he never felt bad about it, but it doesn't mean that it didn't feel like shit every single time you wanted to do something with him or you had something planned and he had to change it.

Not only does this include dates and evenings and dinner but it was also sometimes that he was just so exhausted he would fall asleep in the middle of whatever you had planned anyways, it sucks.

You love him so deeply, but he's so busy all the time, and you're trying to give it the benefit of the doubt and just hope that, at some point, you'll come first to a degree. You held out for so long, but after a while, you just couldn't do it; you left.

Alfred noticed the note on the counter; if it had been Bruce, he wouldn't have noticed it for weeks.

"Master Wayne, I believe this is for you." Alfred hands the note to Bruce as Bruce is just about to go back out as Batman.

"Dear Bruce, My Love,

This has to be one of the hardest decisions I've ever made but I know it's the only option that I have where I don't feel guilty for taking up your time."

He started reading and then noticed the marks where tears had damped the paper as he continued to read.

"I would never ask you to put me over the people in Gotham. I know why you do what you do,, but it doesn't make it any less hard when I barely see you, and then when I do, you're covered in bruises, and you can barely get out of bed. I can't do this anymore. I love you, and it pains me so much to do this. I can't live a life where I feel so alone; it feels like I'm dating a ghost. I know that in my heart of hearts, I cannot handle this, and I know a child definitely can't. I'm pregnant and I'd rather do this alone than make you feel guilty for not being there or make myself feel guilty for staying. I love you, and I don't want to try to change you; I know what you do, what you do. I'm sorry, My Love.

Sincerely & Yours Always"

He finished reading the letter, and his heart dropped. You were pregnant? When? When did that happen? He should have known.

"I want you to see about Mr. Fox taking over my role in Wayne Enterprises. I'll still own the company the same, but I'll have more time." He asks Alfred; Bruce knows that this is something he should have done a long time ago. He's been missing you anyway, but now he is about to miss out on you for the rest of his life, and he is about to miss out on his kid.

Not even a few days pass before Bruce finds you, he's drenched in rain in civilian clothes. The rain just enhances the smell of his cologne. He looks even more tired than he usually does. It's clear he hasn't slept.

"I will do anything you ask just please don't leave me." He asks you as you open your door and in his hands held your favorite flowers. Bruce's eyes glanced down at your belly as you pulled him in to get him out of the rain, you were showing. He cursed himself in his mind. How could he even have remotely not noticed, considering how far along you are?

You grabbed towels from your hotel bathroom and began to dry him off.

"I let Lucius take over my job at Wayne Enterprises, so I'll have more time for you,, and I promise I will have more time for you, and I'll have more time for a little one. God, can't believe I didn't notice all the signs were there. How's everything been going?" He asks as his hands hover over your belly, asking for silent permission, which you allow when your hands guide him to your tiny bump.

"It's been okay; sleeping's been a bit rough, this mattress is like concrete, and the morning sickness is a bitch, but overall, I'm okay." You told him as his hands moved themselves under your shirt to feel his hands closer to the growing baby.

"Are you planning on coming home? I- I know we usually sleep during most of the day but I- I really wanna be here through this." You could hear the vulnerability and his voice something that rarely ever slipped to that degree.

"I- Yeah... I really didn't want to do this alone either just left because I didn't want you to feel bad."

"Sweetheart, I will never make you feel like you have to do anything alone again if I can help it." His hands still gently rubbing your belly.

"Well, we're definitely not going to make it home tonight, not in this rain, and I still have the room for the night."

He nodded, and the both of you laid down to watch whatever was on TV; it had been a long time since he had felt anything this domestic or 'normal.' It was so nice and calming, something he now had time for so much more with you.

Tim: "But I still know your birthday and your mother's favorite song."

Breaking up was never something either of you wanted to do, but you wanted to go to school in the U.K. that has always been a dream of yours ever since you were a kid, and Tim would never be the type of person to hold you back from your dreams even if it meant he'd get hurt.

At the start, the two of you texted all the time, and you'd show him things all the time, but slowly, he stopped responding, so you stopped texting. He couldn't bear the thought of not being with you, but he had responsibilities here in Gotham; he couldn't just go.

"Hey, Numb Nuts. I asked you a question." Jason prodded as he finally got Tim's attention after what felt like forever.

"Huh?" Tim was confused; he was so in his head that he didn't even remotely hear what Jason said.

"I said, 'Why are you so doom and gloomy?' You're moping around the place like your puppy died." Jason had noticed how low Tim had been for the last month; he thought it might have to do with you, but you left six months ago.

"You not gettin' any more texts from your girlfriend?" Jason asked a bit cheeky but it was clear that concern laced the tonality of his voice.

"No, I stopped responding. I don't wanna make her feel like she has to respond to me." Tim mumbled.

"I know you're not stupid, so why are you acting like a dumbass?" Jason stated with annoyance in his tone.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're being a dumbass. You know she loves you and you're ignoring her? Why the hell didn't you go with her anyway?"

"I have responsibilities here-"

"No, fuck your responsibilities; there are plenty of people who can take over for whatever you're doing. You get your ass on a flight and go to her before I beat your ass." Jason stated as he grabbed the laptop out of Tim's hands and started booking a flight.

"Go pack, you're leaving in an hour."

"Who's leaving in an hour?" Dick stretched as he walked in.

"Tim is, he's going to see his girlfriend."

"No, I'm not. Guys, I have things to-"

"Yes, you are." Jason and Dick both cut him off. Dick rushed Tim to his room and started helping Tim pack before he could even begin to process what was going on.

Jason texted you, "I have a surprise, go to the airport at 10:30. Don'tt be late."

In your mind you thought 'Aww, Jason's so sweet. My best friend's gonna meet me here.' So you responded.

"Will do. 🫡"

Several hours passed and you arrived at the airport looking around at baggage claim for Jason. He was a bitch bitch, hard to miss. You kept looking around when you spotted Tim and your heart lept in your chest, running over to him and hugging him deeply.

"Oh my god!" You squealed to his suprise. He thought you mightve moved on but hpw you were acting made it clear you hadnt. His arms squeezed you. After the hug you grabbed one of his rolling bags and helped him to your car.

"Oh my god, it took me so long to learn to drive on the other side of the road..." you started rambling and telling him all about your trips and every little detail as you drove him to your flat. His eyes followed every detail on your face, he wasnt even listening just in awe of you. Tim realized just how much he missed you, he broke out of his trance as you lead him inside.

"I bought everybody stuff, I have a box for Jason and Damian and Bruce. I am so exvited for everyone to get their stuff, its gonna be so fun..." Each box had different stuff that interested each of them, you had a box for Tim too. You still remembered everything even though its been six months. His heart swelled at how sweet you are and he just kissed you right there which interrupted your new ramblings. You shoulders fell and your hands found Tim's face as per normal abd the both of you realized home isn't a place, its a person.

Damian: "And so it seems I broke your heart, My ignorance has struck again"

He had another gala to go to for some charity event; besides, this was something his father demanded he do. It wasn't like he had a choice, did he? He's been Wayne Enterprises' new CEO since his father retired; he's been sucked up in events, meetings, and planning.

Although he had a lot on his plate it was no excuse for how distant he was being. Damian knows the date or at least he should. If this relationship is as important to him as it is to you he'll know the date. Your anniversary and this wasn't one of those little petty short ones or some shit. This was five years.

You decorated the apartment, lit candles, wrapped presents, decorated the bed with rose petals, put on music, and even made dinner and his favorite dessert. You were so excited and so proud of yourself, it took you all day while he was at work to do so.

The only reason you weren't at work is that you took it off for this reason. You thought he'd take a day off, too, but it's okay. He didn't cause you had time to surprise him. You paid for everything yourself, you didn't wanna constantly have to borrow money from him, and it was always good to have a rainy day fund.

The front door alarm chirps, letting you know he's home, and your smile grows larger. He remembered! Oh, you were so excited but that excitement faded when he just went to the bedroom? Confusion filled your features. 'What?' You followed him to the room.

Damian was quickly stripping out of his work suit into an expensive one he uses when he has to go to galas.

"Hello?" You asked all dolled up for him.

"Have you seen my blue silk tie anywhere?" He asked, not even remotely noticing the petals or how you looked.

"No, I haven't seen your fuckin tie." Snapping at him but he just rolled his eyes and didn't notice. He quickly got dressed, sprayed himself with cologne, and made his way out the door again.

You felt your heart get crushed in your chest, he might as well have carved it out and stomped all over it. 'He can remember the date for the gala but not our anniversary?' You sat there and sobbed, it's been the same date every year for the last five years. You ate dinner alone, cleaned everything up, blew out the candles, and raked the petals half hazardly into the trash.

A few candles got accidentally left out, having forgotten to drain the bathtub, several petals still lined the floor, and the presents were still left on the table.

You showered yourself and washed off the makeup that felt like it took you hours to get right, the red lipstick staining the washcloth and your lips. You quickly changed and crawled into bed, alone.

Damian showed up at the apartment hours later, he knew you'd be asleep. The galas ran long so why the hell would you need to stay up and wait for him?

He was starving; the galas didn't serve much food. The only thing you could get in abundance at a gala was alcohol, and Damian never wanted to dull his senses like that, so he didn't drink. He went to the fridge, noticing his favorite food; he put some on a plate and heated it in the microwave, making sure to stop it before it beeped so he wouldn't wake you.

He moved over to the dining table that was covered in presents, and as soon as he saw them, his heart fell into his ass. 'The 18th? Shit! I- Fuck. It's our anniversary, God Damn it.' Damian was tempted to run into the room and apologize but what would it do? It would just wake you up and that would be even more rude on top of him being a jackass already.

He ate his food and cleaned up the rest of the apartment. He needed to figure out an apology quickly. 'How could I be so stupid? Wait, that cake in the fridge said 'Marry me?' She- she wants to marry me. God, I feel awful.'

He didn't know what to do to fix this, he could make some sorta big grand gesture, but those always felt like trying to gander sympathy points, and he wasn't gonna do that shit. Damian was gonna be a man and admit how shitty of a person he is. He would just make you breakfast and apologize, take all the blame 'as one should when they're a jackass'

You came out of the room the next day, your hair messy, face puffy, eyes red, lips still stained fromnthe red lipstick, in your robe with your headphones on. You noticed he wasn't beside you and figured he pulled an all-nighter, and you went to wash your face and get coffee.

You pull out the contacts you forgot to take out last night, you rinse your eyes and throw the contacts out, putting your glasses on before going to get coffee.

As soon as your hand reaches for the coffee pot, Damian's hands find your hips.

"Uh uh, you go park yourself right over there. I'm a jackass so I'm doing anything and everything for you today. Okay?"

"Damian, it's just a date on a calendar." You tried to just brush it off.

"It's not just a date on a calendar, it's everything, and I'm so sorry. I'm not going to sit here and make excuses, I forgot because I was so wrapped up in work. I disregarded the only thing that matters in the entire world to me because I got wrapped up in stupid shit that doesn't even remotely matter as much as you do." Gently grabbing your face and looking into your eyes, the redness and puffiness had gone down but lord did his heart skip a beat to see you in those glasses.

"Now, we can't do it over necessarily, but I'm cutting my work hours. They will be designated for five hours, and then the other three or four will be crime-fighting or whatever else I have going on, and the other fourteen will always be yours. Obviously, you'll have more on vacation days or sick days or days; I just don't want to go to work. I promise you my time whenever you need it even if it is during work hours. I would be content with losing everything else but you, okay?" He continued as he kept gazing into your eyes, and you could see the level of anger he had for himself and how sympathetic he was to help you; you could see the pain in his chest that originated from him hurting you.

"Okay." You sniffled and a few tears fell down your face.

"Also, I know it was supposed to be a surprise, but if you want to marry me, I'll do it right now; we can get engaged and plan the most beautiful wedding ever. Whatever you want, it's yours, and if I can't get it, I will find a way." He said as he wiped your tears from your cheeks. You pulled him into a hug and nodded; he wasn't off the hook; hell, you'd let him off the hook before he ever let himself off of it. That was one thing you loved about him when he made a promise; he stuck to it, and there was no one more disappointed in him right now than himself.

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fablehaven-rulez · 1 day ago

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...wish I had someone like jay ngl

How the Batboys would react to finding out and dealing with you self harming/having severe depression.

TW: Mentions of cuts, blood, suicidal thoughts, incorrect use of pills, sort of implied eating disorders.

Please don't read if this could upset you in any way.

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Bruce:

The first time he notices is also the first time you spend the night. The lights were dark and you were both a bit buzzed after downing several glasses of champagne to endure a boring event he invited you to as an excuse to see you. Of course he was more concerned with kissing the inside of your thighs than noticing the little healed scars on them.

He notices them the next morning though, when the sun is streaming through the window and you get up to find your clothes while assuming he's asleep. He wasn't. He saw the marks. The scars. He refrained from saying a word about them, waiting weeks for you to open up about them on your own terms. He could see they were healed so he wasn't terribly worried at that moment.

When you finally told him, you said you'd been clean for months. He had no reason to suspect you would start again.

But you did.

He didn't know the exact day, or the specific reason, all he knew is that you stopped wearing shorts to bed and stopped letting him leave the lights on to see you when you were intimate. You stopped smiling as often, too.

Of course, being a detective, he can tell when you start getting lethargic, not from work or stress but simply life itself. He hears when your words have less meaning, and your expressions are false. He makes it his mission to not let you fall into the spiral any more than you already have.

You might not want to tell him you're hurting yourself but he'd be damned if he didn't do whatever he could to make you stop. That started by holding you tighter at night so you couldn't sneak off to the bathroom to cut, he'd ask you to visit him at work, insist on every meal being at a restaurant so you didn't even have time to try to hurt yourself. And of course, he helps with the tasks you start struggling with, but pretends he doesn't notice.

He just says "Can I practice braiding your hair so I can help Cassandra?" and use it as a chance to make sure you don't start letting your hair tangle.

He even makes the braid a bit crooked even though he can French braid perfectly, just to sell it. He'll wash it, too, claiming it's: "A good excuse to spend time together." after a long day.

He just wants to make sure it's not getting greasy. He can see the guilt on your face when you sit in the tub, staring at the wall. You wanted to tell him to stop, that you could wash your own hair. But you probably couldn't. It felt like too much work and you just wanted to sink underneath the water of the tub for a few minutes of peace. He kept you upright though, kissing the back of your shoulder, the side of your neck, your cheek, making you hum.

You weren't able to feel much, emotionally speaking, but you could feel gratitude and love.

When he notices you skipping meals because you can't drag yourself to the kitchen or bother to cook, he will. He'll make anything, even if you change your mind about what sounds good and make him cook six different dishes before eventually accepting one of them. He doesn't care. He just wants you to eat. The second you show the slightest bit of interest in something, anything, it's yours. You make a comment about the beach sounding nice, the next thing you know he's taken the day off work and is driving you there with the top of a convertible down.

You say you kind of miss one of your old hobbies— be it painting or crochet, it doesn't matter what, the next day the nicest stuff for you to get back into it arrives. Fresh paints, massive canvases or imported yarn and crystal hooks. He watches, intently when you start to focus on something you like again, the heavy ache in his heart subsiding when he gets to show enthusiasm about your project when it's done.

You start holding him again at night, your face buried in his chest instead of sleeping facing the wall. One night you slide into bed wearing shorts and he can see your scars, red ones among the old faded pale ones from when you first met.

He knows they'll heal too in time. Just like you have.

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Dick: He doesn't realize there's anything wrong several months into dating you until he catches you taking some pills when he was walking back into the room and later searched up the name, figuring out they're antidepressants.

He can't believe he didn't see it sooner and hates that you were always putting on a fake smile with him. He wants you to talk about it, but understands that it's hard for you too and your every attempt to open up to him ends with you in tears or walking out in frustration because the words won't form.

He suggests (very strongly) that you see a therapist and after some gentle coaxing, you agree. He sits in the car the entire time waiting for you and when you come out, numb for a few minutes as you sit there in silence before sobbing uncontrollably for the 20 minutes in the parking lot. He gets you whatever you want after— ice cream, cheesecake, brownies. Whatever you're craving.

He takes you every week, sometimes multiple times a week. He never complains and he's ALWAYS there. He'll wake up early, even if he barely slept. He'll skip family lunch, he'll rush out of a bank robbery just shouting for his brothers to handle it without him. It doesn't matter what, he'll be there.

He's taken to heavy positive affirmations, as well. He puts sticky notes up in the bathroom with smiley faces for whenever you brush your teeth or put on moisturizer. There are little hearts and words of encouragement on the front of the fridge and inside of it too for when you manage to crave a snack. Hopefully something healthy like fruit, but even if it's junk food, it's better than an empty stomach.

Every morning he wakes you up and tells you you're beautiful and he's grateful to have you.

He likes to remind you not to push yourself as well. "If you just manage to wash your hair, you'll have done something" and "If that's too hard, I'll help you make the bed." But also..."If you don't do anything at all today, you still survived. That alone is difficult, but you're doing it."

Every night he lays it on even thicker because he knows it gets harder at night. "I'm so proud of you for making it through another day." And... "I know it sucks right now but I promise I'll help you get through this." And... "Just take it one day at a time."

When you get homework from your therapist— to do 3 hard tasks over one week, make a list of every negative and positive thought to see them out loud and deduce why you have them, physical exercise—he does it with you. No matter how foolish or seemingly simple it is.

Your therapist told you to do something you struggle with? Done. He'll stand behind you while you do the dishes and help you dry.

You need to get something from a store that's dozens of miles away? Road trip. He'll buy the snacks and take turns driving so you don't het stressed out burn out.

You're told to get some physical exercise? He'll be your partner for whatever kind you want to do. Jogging in the park, keeping a slower pace than usual for you, practicing on rings while you climb the stairmaster—he falls, because he's distracted by your ass. But that's besides the point.

When you start to show signs of feeling better, that therapy is working, he's elated. And after several months and things are better, much better, you tell him whenever you're feeling off. Whenever that nagging feeling comes back over you. You guys work through it then and there to keep it from getting bad again.

Though sometimes, when he's leaving for work, you'll pout and say you feel sad just to get him to stay. You both know it's not a depressed feeling. You just don't want him to leave and he'll indulge you. "Oh, well, if that's the case, I'll just have to stay in bed with you until you feel better."

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Jason: He's busy. Always. But that didn't mean he was oblivious. Yet, that's exactly how he felt when he realized you'd been abusing your medicine. He knew after the first few dates that you were on medication for chronic depression and he was more than understanding about it. Millions of people suffered from it, himself occasionally included.

But when he's laying in bed and catches you sneaking into the bathroom to take three more pills than you're supposed to, he's caught off guard. Then you slide down to the floor, sitting crisscrossed, making small cuts on your thighs, wincing in pain the entire time. It takes every ounce of self control not to jump out of bed and rip the blade from your hand. He contemplates it, he really does. But that would just make things worse. So he waits.

It keeps him up all night, though he pretends to sleep. And in the morning, you're back out of bed, taking more and sliding back in bed, pretending to wake up just like him.

He blames himself entirely.

He thinks he should have been better, done more, noticed something that made it better. It was his job to support you and protect you and he had failed and that killed him in ways that seemed unimaginable.

After an incredibly difficult conversation where he confesses to knowing you've been filling scripts you don't need and taking more than necessary, you're both an emotional mess. But he assures you he's not leaving or angry, just scared for you. He wants to help but needs you to let him.

He absolutely dedicates himself to keeping you away from anything even remotely dangerous.

The knives in the kitchen? Gone.

Even the butter knives are plastic now.

The razors in the bathroom? Thrown out in a trashcan outside so you couldn't find them.

Even the little blade in the pencil sharpener is taken out.

He won't let you have your pill bottles either, at least not at first. He makes sure you take them everyday, morning and night, then after several weeks starts to let you handle them by yourself.

He still sneaks out of bed to count them and make sure you weren't taking more than prescribed. He insists on being the one to wrap your arms, cleaning them to make sure they don't get infected. And wiping your legs as well. He has to remind himself not to squeeze them too hard, the way he wants to.

While holding you at night he makes sure not to hurt them, even though he wants to hold you much tighter to comfort himself as reassurance you're alright. He listens, late at night when you're whispering to avoid crying. When you explain the feeling it gave you. He knows it.

Once they heal and he can hold you tighter, not as afraid of hurting you by squeezing your thighs the way he likes to. He starts kissing them each night, making sure you know they're not embarrassing or shameful.

He's got scars on most of his body; you were the one to teach them to appreciate them. If he could return the favor, he would. A thousand times over.

He tells you the same things you told him. "You made it through."

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Tim: When you tell Tim, and by tell I mean confess after he figured it out on his own, you're surprised to find that he doesn't have much of a reaction immediately. He stays quiet, hums a little, nods along. He never interrupts but you see his eyes glazing over a bit, the way they do when the gears start turning in his head. He knew, of course, that you had depression.

He knew you hurt yourself, not in the traditional way of cutting or attempting suicide, but in much subtler ways, like forcing yourself to finish a meal even though you're full and your stomach hurts, taking boiling hot showers that leave your skin red and raw practically painful to even touch from how dry it is, making yourself stay up late and function on the fewest hours of sleep possible.

You purposely made life harder for yourself and for the most part, didn't even realize it. He did, though. What he didn't realize was the amount of medicine you'd tried, to the point you felt none of them worked, the amount of therapists and psychiatrists you had seen, the level of depression you had truly sunk to before. It hurt him to realize once you started opening up. He wanted to make that pain go away. So, he researched. Constantly.

He wants to know every single thing that can cause depression, the statistics of self harm leading to suicide, the effectiveness of different treatments or facilities. He knows every antidepressant, their side effects, their manufacturers, and dosages. He suggests inpatient care for you, but absolutely refuses to send you to someplace like Arkham.

Instead, he finds the best of the best, way out of the city, where the entire staff passed his background check, the facility was up to date on every code possible, and the rules seemed relaxed enough to let you feel like yourself while also making sure you're safe. He's allowed to visit and does so as soon as possible, even manages to get extra hours in the night. You have the best of care there, too, he knows because he can see it on your face every time he's there.

The food is wonderful, the private room you have is nice (even if you miss his warmth at night), the activities they make you do remind you of the hobbies you used to love before they became unbearable. Even therapy sessions, always private because Tim knew you wouldn't want to speak about it in a group, are rather helpful.

When you get out after a few weeks, he's right there, waiting, like always. And he's got the biggest smile because he can see immediately the light back in your eyes that he missed so much. He keeps up with some of the tactics you learned or hobbies you started while there, gladly sitting on the floor with you while you do paper mache.

He always makes sure you know you're not weak for needing help and if you ever feel like you need to go back, even just for a week, or weekend, he'll be there for you. Just like always.

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(Aged up. I imagine you both in LOA)

Damian: It didn't take a genius to know you were a miserable person. Most people in the league of assassins were. He rather liked your level of misery, usually. It was cynical, with a touch of wit and dark humor that always made him feel seen.

It wasn't until he caught sight of a few scars on your calf that he didn't recognize that he started to realize you were more miserable than he had originally thought. You tried to play it off, claiming you got hurt in a sparring match. But that was a lot and he knew it. Because A) you never lost. And B) the cut was at an angle a sword wouldn't be able to reach unless you were the one holding it.

You clearly didn't want to talk about it, so he wouldn't make you. He was always taught that emotions were weak and even though he didn't fully believe it as he used to, he still isn't big on a lot of sentimentality. Which is fine, because you aren't either.

He still keeps a quiet, very close eye on you. Maybe you noticed, maybe you didn't. He wasn't sure. He didn't care either way. He was worried and with your recent behavior, he felt he had every right to be. You started putting in less effort during training, if you even showed up at all. He'd find you on the balcony at night, leaning your head against the railing and staring at the gardens with a blank expression.

Even the things he knew you loved— your favorite foods, the music you liked to listen to on a record player while you got ready for bed. It stopped appealing to you. The meticulous way you'd fix your hair before bed every single night abruptly stopped, too. You simply fell asleep with it as is and woke up with it tangled. You still held him at night, but it felt less like an embrace for the both of you and more like you were clinging to him like a life line.

He pays extra close attention and anytime he isn't allowed to be by your side, he makes sure someone else is. It's hard to keep you away from sharp objects, given nearly everything around them was a weapon, but he tries to get you to vent your rage by cutting training dummies and not yourself.

He also takes you to the quieter, more secluded wing, into an empty room with pillows on the floor. He makes you sit with him and meditate, which he knows is hard at first, boring and you don't have the most energy, but he holds your hand, his fingers pressed to your pulse to make sure you're listening when he tells you to take a deep breath in and think— not of what you're grateful for, like some might suggest. No. Instead of asking you what you want to live for, he asks you what you can't die without. The grudges you're holding, the projects you haven't finished, the people who are just waiting to see you fail. He won't let you let them win.

And it works. That passion and drive slowly comes back with his help and support at your side, doing your hair for you at night and making sure someone brought you a meal three times a day even if he wasn't around to make sure you ate. Your need to be the best and spite anyone who thinks you aren't returns after a while.

One night he finds you training alone, sweat dripping from your brow, your scars both won in battle and self inflicted on display. Instead of interrupting, he simply watches, admiring your form which had improved since you started picking up your sword more often. He loved watching you find your spirit again.

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oceansnotebook · 2 days ago

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their favorite thing about you - batboys

Dick Grayson loves your smile. It brightens his whole day. Whenever you smile, he’ll smile too. The first time he saw your big, truly happy smile he thought you were an angel. Whenever you’re having a bad day, he’ll try his absolute best to make you smile again. Even if it’s just a little one. He’ll tell you jokes and smother you in kisses if it means you’ll give him a glance your bright smile.

Tim Drake loves the way you always know what to say, whether it’s a quick-witted comeback or reassuring words to comfort him. He always goes to you whenever he’s feeling down, he knows you’ll say something to make him feel on top of the world again. Tim loves it when you bicker with people, you always have the funniest and best replies to their jabs.

Jason Todd loves everything about you, but his favorite would be your body. It doesn’t matter how it looks, he just adores resting his head on your thigh after a long day. He loves holding your hand while doing something mundane. He adores the way your skin warms up his own whenever he touches you. Jason isn’t good at asking for things, so he’ll try to be secretive about slowly moving his hand closer to rest on your knee while he reads.

Stay hydrated!

#dc #jason todd #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson x you #dc imagine #dc x reader #tim drake x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake #tim drake x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #tim drake fluff

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corpsedogs · 3 days ago

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✿ my annoying siblings (req)

tim drake x f!assistant

more focused on the bat-family

( ♡ he just likes his assistant, is that wrong? )

“Yeah, okay I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks again.” Tim says before looking at the end call screen on his phone. Dick, who was sitting on a chair leaned back to look at him, “Who was that?” he asked. Tim didn’t look back but answered, “My assistant.” Dick’s eyes raised as he looked towards Bruce’s direction.

“Do you know about this?”

“No.” Bruce answers as he looks through his case files.

Stephanie perks up from the conversation. “Why’d you hire one?” Tim looks up at her, “I just needed help at work. You know, to balance my work better.” Tim shrugs, placing his phone in his pocket.

Damian crosses his arms, “Since when are you not capable of doing your tasks?” Tim glared at him, “I am capable, I just needed some help.”

Tim had hired a new assistant, you. It's been a few weeks since he has hired you, his initial plan was to keep you for a week before working by himself again. But god, how it made his life so easier.

Schedules, back reading paperwork, research. It was all done once he went back to see you. Not only that, but he also found you endearing. He would always admire how hard you worked and how you would always get the job done.

He can’t help but smile when you enter his office as you hold onto some paperwork in your arms or when he listens to your voice on the phone as you update on his schedule.

Jason raised his brow as he saw him staring to space, “You good?” Tim was snapped from his thoughts “Huh? Yeah.. just thinking about work.” Jason shrugged, not giving a care as he walked towards the exit of the batcave.

A day passed by and Tim was in Wayne enterprises. He looked up ahead and saw you making some coffee, he didn’t hesitate and walked to your side. Tim cleared his throat as you looked at him surprised, "Oh, sir. I'm so sorry I didn't see you. Did you want some coffee?"

“Yes please.” He says giving you a warm smile. You nodded as you prepared a cup, “Do you have any preferences?”

“Two sugar, with a splash of creamer would be great. Thank you.”

You nodded at his request and started to pour the warm water onto the cup.

Tim crosses his arms, “Anything I should take note of today?” he asks, you thought for a bit before shaking your head “Uh, no one seems to be asking for a meeting and.. the things you requested should be coming in here soon. So I suppose your schedule is quite free, should I write something down?”

Tim didn’t realize he had been zoning out while staring at you until he was back to reality. He blinked twice when he noticed you had been speaking. “Sorry, what was that?” he asked, feeling a bit dazed. “There's nothing important to report,” you repeated, “So your schedule is quite free today.” you said as you gave him his coffee.

Tim slowly took the warm cup from you, “Thank you.” he said, his fingers brushed against yours when he took the cup from your hands.

Free time.

He had been so busy lately that having a free day seemed strange. "You sure I don't have anything scheduled?” he asked, a bit of skepticism in his tone. You took out your phone to double check and nodded, “Well, yes. Unless you want to meet with someone today.” He took a sip of his coffee, savoring the bittersweet taste, “I was thinking…”

“I was wondering if… you’d like to have lunch with me?” You blanked out for a minute, “Me?” you pointed to yourself. “Oh, I mean. Sure, I’d love to sir.” Tim was surprised by how easy it was to convince you to accept his invitation. Not only that, but your eagerness to go was also surprising. Normally he’d expect someone to be skeptical when a boss asks you to have lunch with them.

He smiled warmly at you, “Great, I’ll pick you up at your desk at 12.”

Noon arrived. Tim was a bit nervous as he stood in front of your desk. He had taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie for the occasion. Tim took a deep breath before tapping the top of your desk to get your attention. “Ready?” You nodded, “Yes, let me just tidy my things.”

Tim watched as you gathered your things, placing them in their proper folders. Once you were ready, the two of you left the building as Tim gestured to you to walk ahead of him.

The cafe wasn't a 5 minute walk for the building, when you approached the cafe, he opened the door for you, gesturing for you to walk in first. You sat down in one of the booths, “Is there a reason why you took me out for lunch sir?” you asked.

Tim shrugged his shoulders as he sat opposite of you, “I thought I’d treat you since you’ve been such a great help lately.”

“Oh, thank you.” you said. Tim could sense a bit of embarrassment in your voice as he replied.

The waitress came by to take the two of your orders. Tim looked at you first, “What’re you gonna have?” You looked down at the menu, then back up at him, "I’ll have the chicken parm and water, please." Tim nodded, then ordered once it was his turn, "I’ll get an iced green tea and the club sandwich."

The waitress took your orders and left the two of you to chat. Tim leaned back in his spot and studied you a bit more before he spoke, "How’s being my assistant like so far?”

You avoided eye contact a bit, “It's nice, the job is for me and I get nice pay.” you answered. He tried to reassure you, “I’m glad you like the job. And also, I don’t bite. You don’t need to be so nervous.”

“Well, it’s a little difficult for me to talk friendly to a higher up.” you nervously chuckled. “You don’t need to feel nervous talking to me. You’ve been doing a fantastic job as my assistant, if anything, I should be nervous talking with you.” he said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

You softly smiled, “Well, it was nice for you to take me out to lunch sir.” He smiled back at you as he spoke, “You’re welcome, but don’t call me ‘sir’ when we’re outside of work.”

Night time passed, Tim was on his Red Robin suit sitting on one of the rooftops watching from below. Behind him was Jason and Stephanie who accompanied him on patrol. Jason sat by him as he tapped his fingers on the stone floor, “So..” he trailed, “Who’s your date?” Stephanie asked.

Tim raised his brow at the two, “What date?” Stephanie crossed his arms “The date you had at the afternoon.” Tim looked at the two of them, deadpanning “What date...” oh no.

Tim stood up, “Have you two been spying on me??” Dick’s voice entered in the earpiece “And me.” he fuzzed in. Tim rolled his eyes in annoyance, “All of you were spying on me??” he asked, a bit frustrated.

Jason smirked, “What’s the matter, Red? Didn’t want us to find out who you were swooning over?” Tim narrowed his eyes at Jason, “I am not ‘swooning’ over anyone.” he replied.

Stephanie smirked as she joined in, "You definitely were. Who is it?"

“It’s nothing. Just lunch with an assistant,” he said. Jason scoffed, getting more of an idea of who “that assistant” was. “Since when did you start taking an interest in your assistants?”

Dick chimed in again ”That was your assistant??” Tim looked up at the sky in frustration, and nodded. Stephanie started to laugh, “Oh my god, you’ve got the hots for your assistant!” Tim huffed, he knew where this was going to go. “Why were you three spying on me anyway?”

“Because, we’re nosey.”, Dick said through the comms again. Jason crossed his arms, “You should get used to it by now.” Before Tim could say anything, Barbara chimed in. “Guys, task at hand please.” she said, thank you Barbara. “Let’s talk about this later.” Dick said, before he tuned out.

Tim is positive he won't see the light of day soon.

🍰 part two? maybe? please reblog and comment to support me 🙏

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vssail · 15 hours ago

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Catch the cat! | robin x catgirl! reader

a/n: english is not my first language! // 333 words

initially, this was going to be a jaybin x reader but then i realized that it could work for any robin. choose your fav robin and have fun reading!

The slippery rooftops of Gotham didn't stop Robin's chase. He could see your form under the heavy rain, leaping off the edge of the roof and falling in an alley. He followed right after.

At first, you and him had a criminal-vigilante relationship: you run, he caught you, jail. But you two developped a little cat-and-mouse game some time ago. And he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy it.

A quick scanning was enough to tell him where you were hiding (not that it was hard: like always, your costume's tail gave you away). He couldn't help a smile at your apparent incompetence at hiding. Weren't you supposed to be stealthy as a cat? Cats don't forget they have a tail!

"Mmh, i wonder were she could be hiding..." he said aloud.

A normal person would missed it, but thanks to his training he appreciated your little chuckle. And man wasn't it adorable. You really though he didn't know your spot already.

"Maybe... maybe she's hiding behind the dumpster?" he said, slowly approaching you.

"Cold!" you said giggling. You knew he already caught you, but the game could keep up a little more.

"Oh, really?" he muttered, crouching beside the dumpster. He was so close already you could hear him perfectly. His gloved fingers graced your tail. "Then what's this?"

Suddenly, a tug in your tail made you let out a little scream. When you looked at him, he was playing with a pair of handcuffs in his hands.

"You might need to rethink your costume if you wanna keep this hide and seek game" he said playfully.

If this scene took place months ago, you would be battling and trying to escape from him. But at this precise moment, all you could do was smile while he secured the handcuffs around your wrist, making sure not to hurt you. And Robin? He was smiling too.

#dc comics #batfam #dc robin #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #red hood x reader #nightwing x reader #red robin x reader #tim drake x reader #batboys #damian wayne x reader #dcu #fluff #fluff and romance #no beta read

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ephemerensis · 2 days ago

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Circling back to this. I’m starting to think it’s just not possible for him to score badly on a physics exam— I mean cmon.

Tim who has been secretly pining and plotting this whole time has made every effort to talk to you— and it just happens that getting your papers back is a very convenient conversation starter. And with the way you bark back your score, he’s starting to think he’s hopeless.

You liked to study in the library, at the table next to the window with a clear view of the field. He took up track and field to slip into view when you turned away from your papers every now and then to think. If he was lucky enough to catch you looking, he’d wave. Not that you saw, because you never waved back, but if he was persistent maybe he’d catch you one day.

It took a lot of courage to ask for your number. But he had a fail proof reason and plan.

“Hey, I’m not gonna be at school next week. Could you text me the material?”

He couldn’t read your expression. You were smiling, that had to be good, but the look in your eyes were so empty he could tell it wasn’t sincere. You didn’t respond right away. The panic was starting to set in. I have to play this off, find another angle. But I already asked. Where do I go from “no.” I have to make an excuse first—

“Sure. Here’s my number.” When you slid your phone over he beamed so brightly you had to look away. For public enemy number one, he looked a little too good, and you didn’t want to get the wrong idea.

Tim, on the other hand, was elated. He was gone so often he’d always have an excuse to ask for something, and when you sent him your notes he could slip in some small talk, and ask you out for coffee as a thank you, and you would live happily ever after.

Except you never replied to anything. It was so transactional. You’d send your notes and be done with it. So he came up with a new plan. He’d bomb the exam and ask you to tutor him, and THEN he’d ask you out to thank you for it, and THEN you’d live happily ever after. Fail proof, this time for sure.

Thinking about academic rival Tim that pisses you OFF. Being top of your class was nothing new for you until he rolled up. He’s absent for more than half the school year, always on TV at some stupid event to help kittens or something, excelling in track and field, and somehow STILL scoring higher than you. And he doesn’t even think it’s a big deal.

The worst part is probably that he sits behind you. Every red Kahoot screen felt so much louder with Tim breathing down your back, and if you dared to risk a glance back he’d just smile at you in annoying consolation. When your papers eventually get handed back he always knows what you got, but he has the nerve to ask in a charade of “being polite.”

“What’d you get?” He’s too nice when he says it, so sincere it feels condescending. You couldn’t lie if you wanted to, and it wouldn’t matter because you know you lost anyway.

“94.” Maybe if you said it more begrudgingly every time he’d get the hint and shut up. And even though you knew you wouldn’t win, you always asked anyways. “What’d you get?”

“Oh that’s good! I got a 98.”

He had to be cheating or something. You couldn’t count the number of times he’d asked you to explain something he missed in class, and somehow he still knew more. It wasn’t improbable, it was impossible. Sometimes you considered feeding him false information, but you felt bad even thinking it. Tim wasn’t a bad person. You were just in denial.

You knew of course, but were still offended, that your one-sided rivalry wasn’t ever his on his mind. Thinking of Wayne Enterprises’ next business venture (or stopping Gotham’s evil forces) occupied him in more depth. This stuff was just normal. So when you stay up extra late to perfect your physics exam and finally score higher than him, he doesn’t even flinch.

“Hey, a perfect score!”

“Yes, what did you get?”

“82 this time, I forgot a few equations.”

It was almost cathartic. That was enough for you. Peace doesn’t come easy, you’d choose it this time. (And quite frankly, there were only so many all nighters you could pull.)

“I won?”

“What?”

“I beat you, I won.”

“I guess so, you’ll have to tutor me next time!”

#he’s so awkward and silly ik it #my overthinker #kahoot would still pmo idc #genuinely tweaking when i’m off podium #tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake imagine #tim drake drabble

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gilverrwrites · 1 day ago

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for some reason, I've been thinking on the aftercare of some of the guys.

like with roman, I feel like aftercare fully depends on your relationship with him. a difference between a sugar baby and a partner, y'know?

but with dick—dick, in my opinion, KING of aftercare, you know he would treat you right. and bruce, bruce absolutely would.

it's where roy, jason, tim I'm a little stumped on. cause I feel like, I know they would be good with aftercare. I'm just trying to think of what they would do. thoughts?

I feel like w so many nsfw stuff, I was thinking about the potential fluff afterwards.

🩷

I rarely use this blog to educate unless asked (you’re always free to ask me anything), but I feel a need to remind people that aftercare, just like any other stage of sex, is something that is different for all couples. No two people are the same and you should be discussing with your partners what you want/need/expect to feel loved and cared for in the same way you would discuss kinks and what not.

Tim specifically is a talk it out kind of guy. Like, not before you started sleeping together, but in the aftermath of your first tryst he lay beside you, panting, enjoying the afterglow for a few minutes until he asks “What now?”

Without guidance he airs on caution. He’ll clean you up, offer to fetch you food and drink, you can use his shower, or borrow his clothes. He’ll want to check on any potential abrasions (biting, spanking etc), and instead of asking you if want to be held he’ll just sort of lounge beside you with his arms open, like an open invitation.

He's dutiful, so ultimately whatever you ask him for he will provide, and he's very open about telling you what he expects in return.

Until you’ve talked about it, and I mean ‘you can trust me, I wont judge, I want you to be comfortable, you deserve to be looked after too’-talked, Jason is the one that needs to be nudged into aftercare. He doesn’t want to force anything on you, he doesn’t know how to talk about it anyway, and he really doesn’t want to seem needy by asking you to look after him. So, he just sort of lingers.

“You ok? Yeah? Good, good. Me? Yeah, I’m fine. No, I don’t need anything. Cool. Stay? No, yeah, I can stay if you want me too.”

He’ll let you cuddle up to him, he’ll watch your shows or read your book with you, but he’s like a deer, if you acknowledge him, he’ll run.

At least until he’s comfortable with you, until you've done the talking and have created a mutually trusting relationship. Until he’s in love with you. Then he’s got you and your aftercare needs committed to memory, move over Dick, there’s a new king in town.

Roy's ideal aftercare is more quality time than anything. He likes to know that you want to be around him, that it’s not just sex, but his own mind wanders. Roy likes to be tucked up, cuddled in bed with you while you’re both doing your own thing, scrolling your phones, reading, gaming, whatever.

However, if you need something more attentive, if you need to talk, or be pampered etc he’ll make every effort to account for that, just be prepared to have to remind him every now and again. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he's just easily distracted.

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mixingandmelting · 3 days ago

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Ok so there comes a time in every relationship where your partner annoys you and then you have to decide if staying with them is worth it cuz you love them more than the person’s flaws? Now for the batboys, what normal annoying things from their partner do you think would annoy them? And on the flip side, what do you think the bat boys would do to annoy their partner without meaning too? (Example: One of the things about Dick is that he has organised mess and he gets incredibly stressed out if someone moves his stuff around without telling him. It’s as basic as his shoes being cleaned and placed a couple of feet in the open from where they were for him without telling him, he feels like an asshole and apologises after once he cools down, but this actually upsets him in canon comics.) (for example for reader: it can be he has an annoying sneeze that goes through you when you sit next to him)?

His Pet Peeve vs His Bad Habit

A/N: Ended up making this somewhat a two-part post since let's be real, all of them would be guilty with crashing unannounced which i posted here😂

Dick:

Pet peeve that you do: touching his stuff

Others have said he's terrible at putting things away, he simply calls it an organizational mess. It works for him so why should it matter to anyone else?

Can’t handle anyone moving his things. Absolutely, genuinely, no matter who it is

Called and texted you multiple times before over this whether it’s his shoes being placed a few inches away where he usually places them, his cereal boxes in the wrong order compared to how he usually has them placed

“Where are my keys? What? Why would you place them in my desk’s drawer? They belong on the couch-”

There are reasons why he placed things the way they are. It’s not hard to not touch and leave them be

Vents out his frustration and irritation but never to the point of crossing the line since you only move things when you’re helping him out with cleaning his place out especially if he neglects doing some house chores ( laundry, dishes, making his bed, everything)

Bad habit that annoys you: naming things after his vigilante code name

He’s known to be witty and charming with his word play, most of the time being cute or funny. But when it comes to naming, in general, it’s a mess

The name he gave to his boat, motorcycle, car, and weapons are of the following: boat wing, wing cycle, nightbird, wing dings. Yes, this is all canon and it should be telling how great his naming senses are

You swore and even made a bet against his friends that he was the one to give the name Bitewing to the cute pitbull. You later called Tim and Babs to express your disappointment towards them, saying they knew better

You tried not to shed a tear from how proud you were for Dick to name Bitewing with a reasonable and normal civilian name: Haley. It wasn’t Nugget or Gray - it was an actual memorable and good name

Begged him to not have the plane he planned to have either “night” or “wing”. No Wing Plane, no Night Flight, please. Something normal. He never listens and goes it for it in the end

Jason:

Pet peeve that you do: Incorrect grammar and messes

He’s special because he has two: incorrect grammar usage and his place being messy

Unlike Dick who hates people touching his stuff in general, Jason’s more keeping his space clean

Seriously, anyone who breaks into his room should know how meticulous he is, where even his weapons are hanging on the walls in fancy oak wood frames with red velvet cushioning underneath for aesthetics

He’s gentle but looks like a cherry when he reminds you to make sure you’re not leaving your laundry on the ground or used napkins on the table - like there’s a dirty hamper and trash can for a reason and it’s not for decoration

Irritates him to no end when people misuse words and grammar where he’ll annoy the other person until the correct it including you

Yes he will do the cliche can vs may (“Can you? As in are you able to? Or may you as in you need permission”), use asterisks below your text with the correct word because if it annoys you think about how he feels when you make those errors

Bad habit that annoys you: Messy eater

With him being a fan of eating hand-held foods, favorite being hot dogs and ice cream, he frequently gets food stains on his clothes

Slouches on his chair or couch, ketchup slipping off and onto his shirt and munching without a care while you’re staring at the guy who’s also a clean freak regarding his private space

Lost track how many shirts he ruined, annoying you and himself

Though sometimes it was appreciated when he’d get up and take off his shirt to wash out the fresh, new stain at the kitchen sink ;)

But most times you threaten to get him a bib or be those pretentious, stereotypical rich people where they stuff a corner of their napkin into their shirts while shaking the numerous shirts you had to wash in a single week

Tim:

Pet peeve that you do: not following directions

He already gets agitated and stressed when no one follows the plans he spent three weeks perfecting without sleep. What makes you think he won’t be the same when you don’t read the package inserts or the directions?

Most of the time everything goes smoothly when reading them. And do you know how much time it must’ve taken to write the instructions while considering all the people they’re selling their product to?

He does admit a some are BS and make no sense

Doesn’t express his annoyance and instead stays on the sidelines, slurping from his can of Monster and lets you do your own thing knowing you’re going to fail. Then once you do and get frustrated as to why nothing is working, he rubs it in how you should’ve read the instructions

“You sure that’s right? It says here you need to insert that part first.” “I know what I’m doing Tim, I’ve done it a thousand times.” Cue the Ikea frame falling. ��Maybe you should’ve read the package insert.” “Shut up.”

Bad habit that annoys you: Napping locations

Where he takes his naps is just as bad as his caffeine consumption and lack of sleep in general

When he’s tired, like really tired, he can sleep anywhere. In the classroom, in the conference room, on the floor of the living room

You found him sleeping on the kitchen table once. As in his whole body lying on the table. How and why neither of you know other than Tim remembering he wanted to rest his head on the table

You’ve begged him so many times to nap on the bed or couch out of concern he was going to get hurt

He still doesn’t listen so you started a collection of taking pictures of the oddest places he sleeps at and on, proceeding by sending them to the group chat. It does work but only for a while since he’ll end up falling asleep after not sleeping for another whole week

Duke:

Pet peeve that you do: common sense

When leaving the room, turn the lights off. When done washing your hands, turn the faucet off. In other words, common sense

He really doesn’t get how it’s so hard to do just that. It should be natural, automatic response

After becoming a full time vigilantes, the bigger things he scratches up as the per usual daily problems but it’s the little things that get to him

Found you reading in the dark once without having the lights on before. He went on about vision impairment after flicking the switch up. He wasn’t amused when you joked how he could’ve sat next to you so you’d get both a reading lamp and body-sized pillow

Don’t get him started with dishes and how they should’ve been washed after a meal not leaving them in the sink for who knows how long

Also cereal. He believes it’s cereal first then milk, reasoning you can control the amount and ratio of cereal to milk

Bad habit that annoys you: biting pencils

Does it whenever he’s thinking about something deeply but can’t solve the issue

Whether it’s working on a plan, trying to figure out a case, doing homework

Problem is pencil paint isn’t all that healthy or safe to consume. Also having a pencil have smell like one’s breath isn’t that appealing

Doesn’t matter what part of the pencil though there seems to be actual indents near the eraser end which once made you asked if a pencil tastes good

You’ve gotten him mechanical pencils and eraser toppers. Somewhat worked only for him to go back using his usual wooden pencils and bite them again

Tries to stop after you went on how harmful biting pencils are, still finds himself doing it time-to-time

Damian:

Pet peeve you do: calling him short

Don’t ever bring it up. Don’t ever mention it. He. Is. Not. Short

Height is not everything when it comes to crime fighting. Skills, abilities, and strategy beats pure physical prowess

He’s not the shortest either. He’s still growing. Drake is only 5’7” at his current age while Todd was 4’6” when he was Robin. Being 5’4” is a perfectly, acceptable height

This also includes all synonyms and phrases. Tiny, small, fun sized. His personality coming from the fact shorter people are closer to hell-

He fumes and bursts whenever it happens. Literally will get ready wage a battle of a lifetime

Whenever you do it, he gives you hell by pranking you in every way until you wave the white flag and admit you’re wrong. Usually that never happens and the adults end up having to step in to get both of you two stop

Bad habit that annoys you: tongue clicking

Does it to express so many emotions, so it gets confusing as to why he clicked his tongue without the full context

It could be from annoyance, dissatisfaction, or disagreement. At least you know it’s used for a negative response

Not as bad when he does it because he got stumped since then you’re just smug and getting to gloat you were right while he scowls back

But when he does it to avoid answering you out right or when he refuses to agree- like come on, use your words not onomatopoeia

Ask him if he’s doing it because he’s sulking and it gets him to stop only for it happen again as it’s part of his habit

Cue another reason for a childish war between the two of you where one has to one-up the other

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yandere-wishes · 10 hours ago

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Would it be too cring to call one of the readers "meowlody" ?? Like as a villain name?? Maybe one of them is white kitty/snowcat?? Maybe they'll be Tim's lover 💞💞

OR we could have "Lionness" and maybe she's the most tragic of them all... maybe she's the one who goes through something like Jason. Maybe she dies and comes back to life...Maybe for Jason's darling it depends what road he goes down. If Arkham Knight that his darling is "Lioness" if red hood than his darling is "Stray". Either or this could be fun

Love to hear your thoughts on this ~💋💋

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liyawritesss · 2 days ago

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ꜱʜᴇᴀ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ

-> synopsis: tim drake wants nothing more than his little shea butter and vanilla scented baby when he comes home from patrol.

-> pairing: tim drake x blk!gn!reader

-> from: dc’s batman universe

-> contains: descriptions of canon typical violence, a few curse words, little to no use of [y/n], black!reader but can be read by anyone, primarily in tim’s perspective, second person terminology (you, your, yours)

-> a/n: had a convo with the lovely @timbits-drake and we came to the conclusion that timothy drake is a guy who loves warm vanilla scents, and so it gave me the incentive to run with it LMAO. love you boo, i just had to give tim a vanilla baddie to snuggle with

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When the amber rays of the rising sun begin to trickle in through the windows of his apartment, Tim knows he’s been up too long. He can ignore the stinging in his eyes and the ache in his knees from his sitting position in front of his monitor screen. Even the several alarms that he has on his phone that, somehow, he manages to disarm before they even sound. He’s lost count of how many times his hands have been through his hair, the mop of dark locks sticking out in various directions across his head. The blaring bluelight from the screen highlighting the exhausted features on his face was slowly being drowned out with the morning sun rising over the horizon, thawing the cold of crime that glazed over Gotham in the night and bathing the city in its redemptive glow, welcoming the city and its residents into a new day.

For the umpteenth time, his elbows meet the cool surface of his desk, and his hands cup his face for a moment in respite, the darkness providing a soothing ache to his strained eyes, before the digits rake through his tousled hair once more. A sigh leaves his throat, deep and tired. The only other testament to his evasion of sleep being the number of Juneberry Red Bull cans that sit on his desk. Another restless night, leading to yet another dead end.

While momentarily deterred from his screen, Tim faintly hears the distinct sound of music playing; a low hum that’s warm and resonating. Then, the sweet scent that he’s come to be so familiar and fond with follows after. It is in this split second when his mind is at rest that he thinks ‘at least there’s one good thing about staying up ‘til this early’.

Footsteps are heard soon after he registers that he is not the only one awake now, and he slowly begins to anticipate the best part of his restless all-nighters.

“Another late night?”

The closer the footsteps sound, the stronger the soothing scent becomes. It tickles his nose when you breach the threshold of the study room, and starts to creep over his senses when you place a comforting hand on his back. Feeling your thumb sooth the tension between his shoulder blades, Tim sits up slowly, leaning into your touch without thinking. It is like clockwork, this little routine of yours. One that, while he feels a little guilty of every now and then - he hates worrying you, and tries everything he can to avoid doing so, even though he knows it is wishful thinking - he is so very thankful that you engage in it with him.

Your hand trails the expanse of his back, creeping up the nape of his neck, gently coaxing for him to meet your gaze. His neck cranes slightly upwards, and he feels your fingers curling with the arch of it as he does so. Pretty blue eyes, dark and weary, meet yours, and for the first time since he’s gotten home that night, he breathes.

“Yeah…” Tim hums in response, leaning further into the warmth that’s radiating from your body. A wandering hand traces the curve of your leg, flattening against the fat of your thigh, cupping the supple flesh as if to pull you closer.

“No luck with recon either, huh?” You prod a little, leaning a little more towards him and letting his head meet your clothed tummy, allowing for Tim to take a sharp inhale of your scent, and suddenly, he’s almost too painfully aware of just how exhausted he is.

“No…” He murmurs against your clothed skin, the sweet, warm fragrance invading his senses all at once, making it hard for him to fight the drowsiness that begins to settle in his eyelids.

Tim has half a nerve to groan when he feels the low rumble of a hum resonate though your body, because he knows what you’re about to say next, and by god, he does not want to hear it, but he doesn’t have it in him to fight your light scolding.

“Y’know what you’d have better luck in?”

“Don’t-”

“-some sleep; now come on,” and then you’re tugging at him, pulling at the baggy forest green pullover he’d lazily tossed on after getting home last night, and he starts groaning up a storm. A few pops echo throughout the room from his joints finally getting movement after hours of being stagnant, “at least get in the bed, please?”

His stance is wobbly, but he stands, but unwilling to be parted from the fragrance he’d come to love about you, he leans a little further onto you, craning his neck to nudge against the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and breathes in. Warm vanilla and brown sugar waft through his nose, sifts through his bloodstream, and his tense shoulders relax a little, as if satiated for the time being. It is only while he’s momentarily distracted by the compelling notes of your daily fragrance and lotion layering, you are able to guide him from the study and into the bedroom. There, too, it smells of you, and it’s warmer here than in the study, which his body takes as more than a welcoming.

With a gentle hand, you guide him into the bed, and he almost sinks into the plush pillows, cozy comforter, and foam mattress. Without thinking, Tim buries his head deep into the pillows. God, did you spray the bed with your fragrance, too? He thinks, though he doesn’t ask. He’s already half-way asleep when hits the bed.

The faint sound of your laughter - soft, light, sweet, just like your scent - makes its way to his ears, and Tim can’t even stifle the rush of heat that begins to creep up his neck.

Gosh, the things you do to him.

The last thing Tim remembers, before the gentle grasp of sleep welcomes him into its hold, is the feeling of your hand coming through his hair and your lips pressed against his temple, and your voice sending him off to sleep for a couple of hours.

Before he completely succumbs, though, he manages to whisper a small, airy, dainty little I love you; and while he does not care for the late nights that trickle into the morning hours, he cherishes that sliver of time the most, as it is when he gets to be lulled off to sleep with the warmth of your love and the alluring scent of brown sugar and warm vanilla.

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tinydefector · 19 hours ago

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Behind the Scenes 4

Tim Drake x Male reader

Masterlist

Word count 5.7k

Warnings: swearing, Tim being Tim in his stalkerish way.

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Y/N’s Internet Presence

Y/N had a small but active social media presence. His accounts were filled with harmless posts, pictures, animals, and the occasional group photo with friends, coworkers at the nursery and even family photos. Nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, he seemed like someone who genuinely loved his job and the environment he worked in, And always had a smile.

Job Records: Y/N had worked at Sarah’s nursery for about three years, with a clean and consistent employment history. Before that, he’d held a few odd jobs, mostly in landscaping and animal care. Everything seemed legitimate. No Criminal Record, A quick background check revealed no red flags—no arrests, no shady connections, nothing that immediately jumped out.

Tim frowned, leaning back against the headboard as he scrolled through the results. On the surface, Y/N seemed completely normal. His life seemed almost too clean, which was suspicious in itself. Gotham wasn’t exactly known for producing people with zero skeletons in their closet, and from what Tim had found he was gotham born and raised.

Shifting gears, Tim dug deeper, turning his attention to the nursery itself. Sarah’s Green Thumb Nursery had been operating for over three decades and had mostly stayed out of Gotham’s usual chaos. However, there were a few notable incidents.

Encounters with Poison Ivy, Several thefts had been reported over the years, all attributed to Pamela Isley. She had stolen rare plants and equipment from the nursery on multiple occasions, though she had never harmed the staff or caused significant damage, there had been a pattern off it for a long while, almost as long as Ivy had been operating in Gotham.

Unusual Growth Patterns of some of the plants. Local rumors suggested that plants at the nursery grew faster and healthier compared to other similar businesses in the area. While that could easily be chalked up to Sarah’s expertise after all she had a very dedicated team, it make have been a small nursery but considering Alfred frequently brought from there, and from his knowledge had been since Bruce was a boy it was clear to say that the nursery had that reputation even before Julian started working there.

A few online reviews mentioned how lovely it was to see animals at the nursery from rare birds nesting in certain plants to the occasional squirrels, possums and fauna in general often congregated near the nursery. One customer joked that the place felt like “a Disney movie come to life.” and left rather good reviews over the nursery.

Tim’s brow furrowed as he stared at the screen. None of this was concrete evidence, but it painted a strange picture. Ivy’s repeated thefts were concerning. Why that nursery? Why hadn’t she escalated her behavior there like she had in other areas? And why did it feel like Y/N was at the center of it all?

Tim tapped his fingers against the keyboard, his mind racing as he pulls out a voice recorder pressing record and sitting it beside himself “Okay,” he muttered. “So you’ve got a guy who’s weirdly good with plants and animals, works at a place Ivy’s targeted multiple times over the years, but suddenly her activities stopped a year ago, what happened to make her stop stealing and breaking into this nursery. You don't just change your behaviour when you have been doing it for over ten years, something must have happened to take this nursery off her list.” He starts rereading his information he had found.

“ then we have Y/n, no dirt on him anywhere. Either he’s the most boring person in Gotham, or he’s hiding something, and knowing the people of Gotham it is most likely the latter, but the question being what is it, why. His boss referred to him as a druid and it is rather suspicious with Ivy seemly uninterested in this nursery now”

Tim wasn’t ready to call Y/N a meta or accuse him of working with Ivy—not yet. But there was enough here to keep digging through files, old nursery documents, sales and other titbits he could find.

His potential theories so far consisted of:

1. Meta-Human Abilities: Y/N could have some form of plant-related powers. His connection to plants and animals wasn’t normal, even for someone who worked with them every day. Something just didn't sit right and Tim had done enough investigations into meta’s to know the signs.

2. Ivy’s Influence: It was possible Y/N had some kind of connection to Ivy, whether he knew it or not. He was benefiting from her powers and that was the reason she wasn't interested in the nursery anymore due to having an inside man, it wasn't likely but there was always the possibility if he was a meta with similar abilities

3. Coincidence: Tim hated this theory the most, but it was always possible Y/N was just a guy who happened to work in a place Ivy liked to steal from before just stopping. But it felt far-fetched now, nothing was ever coincidence.

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Tim sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This is going to drive me nuts.” He bookmarked the searches for now, deciding he’d dig deeper once he had more time. For now, there wasn’t enough evidence to act on, just a gut feeling and a few loose threads. He’d have to keep an eye on Y/N, maybe even pay another visit to the nursery under the guise of getting information over plants, or buying more.

His eyes flicker to the little cacti, he could always use the excuse of getting another plant to put with it, he knew enough on them to know that most plants were social, not to mention he had dealt with Ivy alot and some of the things she said had rubbed off on him when he was younger, he himself may not have been into plants but he knew enough on what they were like, and that had social networkings not far off from humans and plants can and will die if just by themselves.

Closing his laptop, pressing stop on his voice recorder, he'd listen back over it later and type out the information he missed. but he always found that rambling to the recorder helped him preserve more information for later. Great,” he muttered, flopping back onto the bed. “Now I’ve got plants and a potential mini Ivy to deal with.”

The dining room of Wayne Manor was as lively as ever during dinnertime. The grand table was lined with the usual suspects, Bruce seated at the head, Damian to his right, Duke and Cass on the left, all of them already settled with their food. Tim made his way in, and slid into the empty seat beside Damian.

“Nice of you to join us,” Damian quipped, glancing up from his plate. “I was beginning to think you were upstairs mourning the tiny plant Alfred forced on you. Have you dropped it already” Tim rolled his eyes, already prepared for the onslaught. “It's not dead yet, Damian. Believe it or not, I can handle a cactus.”

“Yet,” Damian repeated with a smirk, stabbing a piece of roasted vegetable with his fork. “I give them a week.” “Two weeks, tops,” Duke chimed in with a grin, leaning back in his chair. Tim groaned, looking across the table at Cass, who was silently eating but raised an eyebrow at him, her expression clearly saying ‘he’s got a point’.

“This is why I don’t come to dinner at the Manor, this is the reason I have my own apartment, and go there after meetings” Tim muttered, taking a bite of Roast Pumpkin as the others chuckled. “Speaking of which,” Bruce said, setting down his glass of water and turning his attention to Tim, “how did the pharmaceutical marketing meeting go today?”

The small talk at the table quieted as everyone turned their attention to Tim, curiosity sparking. Tim set his fork down, his expression hardening slightly. “I shut it down.” Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate?”

“They were trying to push a pricing model that would’ve gouged life-saving medication,” Tim explained, his tone sharp. “It was unethical and downright disgusting. I told them no, and I made it clear that if they brought it up again, I’d personally ensure they were out of business by the end of the quarter.”

Duke let out a low whistle, while Damian hummed in approval. Cass gave him a subtle nod, Bruce leaned back in his chair, studying Tim for a moment before giving a slight nod. “Good. I trust you’ll keep an eye on them to make sure they don’t try to sneak it past you again.” “Already planned on it,” Tim said, picking his fork back up. “I’ve got a team auditing their entire portfolio now. If there’s even a hint of them trying something like this again, I’ll shut them down permanently.”

“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” Duke said with a shiver, earning a small laugh from Cass. They were aware how brutal Tim could be when in a workplace, he took WE with the same determination and skill he did dealing with Rogues and he could be downright scary in either Fields, it was one of the things that Damian respected about Timothy Drake. “You’d have to try a lot harder than that, Duke,” Tim said with a soft chuckle.

“So, you’re capable of destroying corporations and putting fear into your subordinates, but let’s see how long you can keep a plant alive” he states plainly, it felt at this point he was just trying to stir trouble At the table, and in truth he was bored, Dick hasn't come for the weekly dinner this week due to Riddler and extra work at the precinct, and Jason rarely visited as it was unless he knew Alfred was making is favourite as a bribe.

Tim groaned, rubbing his temples. “Can we not go back to this?” “No, no, I think Damian has a point,” Duke said, leaning in with a mischievous grin. “We should take bets. How long do we think Tim’s little cacti is going to last?”

“Three days, he will knock it over while working, if he doesn't leave it here and it dies while he goes back to his apartment ” Damian said immediately, crossing his arms. “A week and a half,” Duke said thoughtfully. “Maybe two, if Alfred steps in to save it.”

Cass tilted her head, pretending to consider it before holding up two fingers. “Two days?” Duke asked, laughing. Cass shook her head and held up two fingers again, then made a small motion with her hand to indicate a zero. “Twenty days,” Tim translated. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Cass. Really appreciate it” he snarks while picking at his food. Cass shrugged, giving him a small smile as she continued eating.

Bruce cleared his throat, though the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. “As amusing as this is, I’m sure Tim will manage just fine. They’re cacti. They don’t need much.” “Exactly,” Tim said, pointing his fork at Damian. “Even I can’t screw that up. They are one of the plants that need the least amount of work done for them, and i might just get another one just to prove you wrong Al-ghul”

“We’ll see,” Damian Muttered under his breath. Duke shifted the conversation talking about a new project he was working on at school, and the girl he had been teamed up with. Damian about the latest Gotham Academy assignment, stating they needed to improve the curriculum as he was currently ahead of everyone. Tim found himself relaxing, Even Bruce seemed more at ease, chiming in every now and then with his usual calm authority to settle Damian down.

For all the chaos that came with being part of the Wayne-family, moments like this reminded Tim why it was all worth it.

Tim sat cross-legged on his bed, laptop perched on his lap, the glow of the screen casting faint shadows across his face. He promised Alfred he’d get some sleep tonight, but the nagging feeling about Y/N refused to let him rest. He had his medication and was working up until it finally made him drowsy was his excuse.

“This is probably nothing,” Tim muttered to the recorder again as he began accessing sites breaking through firewalls and re-writing coding as he went as to not set off any alarms over the nurseries website to find what site they used for security footage, storage and payroll. fingers already flying across the keyboard. The nursery’s network wasn’t exactly Fort Knox. In fact, it wasn’t even a padlock on a garden gate.

“Seriously?” Tim scoffed, his fingers moving effortlessly as he bypassed the weak security. “Cloud storage with no encryption? No firewalls? Who set this up, a middle schooler? I’ve seen better protection on my local coffee shop’s Wi-Fi.” Within minutes, Tim was in, scrolling through the nursery’s security footage archives. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “That was embarrassingly easy. I almost feel bad. Almost.”

He sifted through the grainy footage, narrowing his search to recent days and areas where Y/N was most likely to be working. The cameras weren’t great, low-quality, with just enough resolution to make out people and their general movements. Tim leaned forward, squinting as he scanned through clips of the nursery staff going about their day. “Alright, Y/N,” Tim muttered, tapping through timestamps. “Let’s see what you’ve got going on.”

After about ten minutes of searching, he found a few clips of Y/N. The young man was exactly as Tim remembered him calm, focused, and completely at ease in his surroundings, there were a few clipe that showed him clearly laughing at something a coworker had said and occasional play fighting with one where a handful of dirt or trimmed leaves were thrown between people. Tim watched as Y/N worked with the plants, carefully pruning leaves and arranging pots with a precision that felt... oddly natural, almost instinctual, hed read orders in trays as if memorising it and then disappear with a tray only to come back five to ten minutes later with the tray full.

“Okay, not weird,” Tim muttered, scrubbing through another clip. “Just a guy doing his job. Nothing meta about that.” Then he stumbled across something strange. The footage showed Y/N walking through one of the nursery’s outdoor sections late at afternoon, it was clear he was there after hours. A flock of crows was perched on a nearby fence, their dark feathers standing out against the greenery. As Y/N passed, the crows took off, circling him briefly before landing again. A few hopped closer, dropping small objects onto the ground: a shiny button, a piece of foil, and what looked like a coin.

Y/N knelt down, inspecting the trinkets with a quiet smile before pocketing them, throwing down a handful of mixed berries, nuts and seed before continuing on his way. Tim paused the footage, staring at the screen brows furrowed. “Huh. That’s... different.” He replayed the clip, watching the crows’ behavior more closely. They weren’t acting randomly if anything, they seemed to be deliberately offering Y/N the trinkets. And Y/N didn’t seem surprised by it.

“Okay, that’s a little weird,” Tim muttered, rubbing his chin. “But not meta weird. People feed birds all the time. Maybe they just like him because he gives them snacks or something. Crows are smart. That’s not exactly groundbreaking; he must just enjoy birds. So that seems cross that off for now, nothing sinister over the animals, he's not using them in some sort of mind control ”

The rest of the clips were mundane. Y/N working with plants, chatting with coworkers, and occasionally being followed by the stray animals Sarah had mentioned. A cat curled up by his feet in one clip, while a raccoon trailed after him in another. Tim leaned back, resting his hands on the keyboard. “Alright, so... nothing incriminating. No superpowers that I can see, no secret meetings with Ivy, no glowing green hands of doom. Just a guy who’s really good with plants and animals. Which is surely suspicious but so far nothing dangerous, but a visit to the nursery again might do well to just wipe it off the theories and clear him. Christ i can't believe i did a deep dive over this because he set me off for Some reason” he grumbles to himself more out of annoyance at himself.

He stared at the screen for a moment longer, replaying the clip with the crows one last time. “Still weird, I’ve seen birds do that before, but it’s usually with people they’ve been around for years. They don’t just do that for anyone.”

Tim sighed, closing the footage and logging out of the nursery’s system. “Well, that was a whole lot of nothing. Still doesn’t explain why Ivy keeps targeting that nursery, and then just vanished. There’s gotta be more to this.” He set the laptop aside, flopping back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “Alright, Tim. Let’s recap. Y/N’s clean, at least on paper. The nursery had run-ins with Ivy, but she’s never hurt anyone there. Y/N is weirdly good with animals and plants, but that doesn’t scream meta. Yet.”

He closed his eyes, letting out a long breath. “Maybe I’m overthinking this. Maybe Y/N’s just... some guy who happens to work at the most eco-friendly nursery in Gotham. And maybe the crows are just crows. Yeah. Totally normal.” But even as he said it, the nagging suspicion in the back of his mind didn’t go away. Something about Y/N still didn’t add up, his finger hovered over the stop button of his recorder ready to stop it and finish for the night, Tim knew he wouldn’t be able to let it go until he had real answers. “Alright,” he muttered to himself, reaching for his laptop again. “One more search. Just in case.”

It was going to be a long night.

Tim’s tired eyes were starting to burn from staring at his laptop screen when he came across the file. He wasn’t even sure how he’d missed it earlier, it was buried in an older folder, timestamped for a day when Poison Ivy had reportedly broken into the nursery. “Finally, something interesting,” Tim muttered, clicking on the file. He leaned forward, the grainy footage loading in a small window on his screen.

The video started off normal enough. It was one of the outdoor sections of the nursery, where rows of plants and shrubs were neatly arranged. The timestamp told him it was late night, the moonlight casting long shadows across the ground.

The camera angle wasn’t the best, but within moments, he spotted Y/N in the frame. He was standing near a row of potted trees, a crow perched comfortably on his shoulder like it belonged there. Y/N wasn’t working, though he was frozen in place, staring at something just out of the camera’s view. Tim scrubbed the footage forward a few seconds, and then she appeared.

Poison Ivy stepped into the frame, her signature green skin and fiery red hair unmistakable even with the low resolution. She moved slowly, her gaze locked on Y/N. The plants around her seemed to react instinctively, their leaves shifting toward her as if drawn by a magnetic force.

Tim’s breath hitched as he watched the scene unfold. His eyes flicked between Y/N, who stood stock still with the crow still on his shoulder, and Ivy, who stopped a few feet away from him.

For a moment, neither of them moved. “Okay, that’s... not what I expected,” Tim whispered to himself, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. The crow on Y/N’s shoulder fluffed its feathers, its small body tensing as if it were ready to spring into action. Y/N, meanwhile, looked like he was trying to decide whether to run or stay put.

Y/n looked nervous, understandably so—but not panicked. If anything, he seemed more unsure of what to do than outright afraid. Ivy didn’t respond. She just stood there, her expression unreadable. The plants around her continued to shift and sway, their leaves almost quivering in her presence. Y/n doesn't move, but it seems As if the plants around him don't even react to Ivy, their leaves only moving with the slight breeze.

For several seconds, the two of them simply stared at each other. The crow shifted slightly on Y/N’s shoulder, its beady eyes locked on Ivy like it was ready to defend its human companion.

And then something unspoken seemed to pass between them. Ivy’s gaze softened not in a warm or friendly way, but in a way that suggested she’d made some kind of decision. Her posture relaxed slightly, and the plants around her seemed to ease back into stillness.

Y/N, for his part, didn’t say a word. He just stood there, watching her with wide eyes as the crow puffed up its feathers again. Ivy turned on her heel and walked away, disappearing out of frame. Y/N remained frozen for a moment longer, Finally, Y/N seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath before walking off in the opposite direction.

Tim stared at the screen, replaying the clip again and again. “Okay,” he said to himself, his voice low and measured, “what the Fuck was that?” He scrubbed through the video frame by frame, trying to pick apart every detail. Ivy hadn’t attacked Y/N, nor had she even said a word to him. That alone was strange. Poison Ivy wasn’t known for her restraint, especially when it came to people she considered a threat to plants.

But what was even stranger was Y/N’s reaction. He hadn’t seemed terrified, not really. Nervous, sure, but not the kind of fear Tim would expect from someone face-to-face with one of Gotham’s most dangerous metas. And the crow. Tim rewound the footage, focusing on the bird perched on Y/N’s shoulder. It wasn’t just there for show it had been watching Ivy the entire time, its body language mirroring Y/N’s. Protective. Guarded. Almost... intelligent.

Tim sat back, running a hand through his hair. “What are you hiding, Y/N?” he muttered. He replayed the footage one last time, his mind racing with theories, and its only when he freezes the screen he sees it, it's almost not there but he sees it, there are faint raised marks on the man's cheek bones. They look like tiny little vines or fern leaves creeping down his jaw lines, the camera quality makes them barely visible but he sees them.

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Tim's first lot of theories had been completely thrown out and replaced with a new list.

1. Y/N Has flora and Fauna based Meta Abilities: The interaction with Ivy suggested there was something more to Y/N than just a green thumb. Whether he was a meta himself or had some kind of connection to plants, it was clear Ivy had recognized something in him.

2. Ivy Knows Him: The way Ivy had reacted calm, almost respectful hinted at the possibility that she knew Y/N or at least saw him as an ally, or someone not worth antagonizing.

3. He was working for Ivy.

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Tim closed his laptop, staring at the darkened screen as his mind whirled with questions. Whatever was going on with Y/N, it wasn’t normal. Ivy didn’t just walk away from people without a reason, and she definitely didn’t leave witnesses unless she had no choice. The footage didn’t give him all the answers, but it gave him enough to know he was onto something.

“Well,” Tim muttered, running a hand over his face, “Alfred’s going to kill me for not sleeping, but there’s no way I’m dropping this now.” he presses stop on his recording, he'd listen back over it tomorrow and recheck his details, fix Errors and update the file. Tomorrow, he’d dig deeper. One way or another, he was going to figure out what was really going on with Y/N and what role Poison Ivy had to play in all of it.

Tim stared at the laptop screen, replaying the final seconds of the footage for what felt like the hundredth time. Ivy’s departure from the nursery had been uncharacteristically calm, almost as if something about Y/N had unnerved her. That alone was odd, Poison Ivy wasn’t someone who spooked easily. And yet, based on the records Tim had pulled, that was the last time she’d ever shown up at Sarah’s nursery. No thefts. No threats. No cryptic notes about protecting the environment. Nothing. It was like the place had suddenly gone off her radar completely.

“That’s... really weird,” Tim muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face. He leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling. “Ivy doesn’t just stop. If she wants something, she’ll take it. She’s not afraid of anyone—so why would she back off because of him?” He glanced back at the laptop, the image of Y/N frozen on the screen. The young man looked completely ordinary had it not been for the fact he could now pick out the small little fern like markings that flared under his skin, standing there with the crow on his shoulder.

“Alright, fuck it, we aren't sleeping tonight ” he muttered to himself grumbling over stopping his recorder as he hunts for where he put it on his bed again, pulling up the nursery’s incident logs again. “Let’s think this through. Ivy’s hit this place multiple times in the past, but then this one encounter happens, and she’s gone for good. What made her stop, it's clear she wasn't expecting Y/n to be there, Both of them seemed rather stunned to see each other”

He started jotting down notes on a scratchpad beside him, organizing his thoughts. Tim tapped his pen against the notepad, his brow furrowed. The pieces didn’t fit together neatly, but one thing was clear: Y/N’s presence had changed something.

“ he’s a meta. he’s got some kind of connection to plants and animals. That would explain why Ivy reacted the way she did—she saw him as a threat or... someone like her. Maybe it was a territory dispute of some sort” The thought made Tim pause. Ivy wasn’t known for showing restraint, especially when someone got in the way of her goals, and she was fiery protective of plant life. But she also had a deep respect for nature, and if she’d seen something in Y/N that aligned with her own ideals, it might have been enough to make her back off.

“But that doesn’t explain why she never came back,” Tim said, shaking his head. “Ivy doesn’t just give up. If anything, she doubles down, finding someone like her, she wouldn't jsut let them disappear under the radar, she would pursue them.” He leaned forward, pulling up additional records to cross-reference. He looked for anything, news articles, social media posts, rumors that might hint at why Ivy had avoided the nursery since then. But there was nothing.

“She’s completely wiped it off her radar,” Tim muttered, scrolling through search results. “It’s like the place doesn’t even exist to her anymore.” He sat back with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “he spooked her, the fuck is able to spook Ivy. Or at least make her decide the nursery wasn’t worth the trouble anymore.”

Tim glanced at the clock on his laptop. It was well past midnight, and he could already hear Alfred’s voice in his head, gently scolding him for staying up so late. “Alright, fine,” Tim muttered, closing the laptop. “I’ll get some sleep. But this isn’t over.” he set the laptop on his desk and flopped back onto the bed, staring at the cacti sitting on the desk as his mind continued to race. Whatever was going on with Y/N, it was bigger than just the nursery. Ivy’s reaction had proved that much.

As sleep finally began to creep in, Tim made a mental note to dig deeper tomorrow. If Y/N was hiding something, Tim was going to find out what it was one way or another.

The next morning, Tim found himself sitting at the kitchen counter, nursing a mug of coffee. His eyes were locked on Alfred, who was outside on the Manor’s grounds, carefully planting the greenery they had picked up the day before. The older man moved with his usual precision, tending to the plants with an almost meditative focus.

But Tim wasn’t meditating. His mind was racing. His gaze flicked back to his laptop, which sat open on the counter beside him, the screen dark after half an hour of inactivity. He’d barely slept. His thoughts kept circling back to Y/N and what exactly he was hiding. The footage from the nursery had only raised more questions. Ivy’s reaction to Y/N wasn’t normal. The way she froze, the way she turned and left without so much as a fight it wasn’t just strange, it was unprecedented. Ivy didn’t back down from anyone.

Unless she didn’t see him as a threat, if she saw him as an equal? Or at least something close enough that she didn’t want to risk a fight? He shook his head. That thought didn’t sit well with him. But that was the thing about Gotham. Nothing was ever just anything.

Tim’s thoughts broke as Alfred stepped back inside, wiping his hands on a towel he’d brought with him. “Good morning, Master Timothy,” Alfred said in his usual composed tone, glancing at Tim as he set the towel aside. “I trust you’ve already begun overthinking something that likely doesn’t require your attention this early in the day?”

Tim blinked, caught off guard for a moment, before letting out a small laugh. “You know me too well, Alfred.” “Indeed,” Alfred said with a slight smile. “If I may be so bold, I suspect this has something to do with yesterday’s excursion. Or, more specifically, with the young man you’ve been quietly obsessing over since we returned?”

Tim froze, his coffee mug halfway to his lips. “I—what? I’m not obsessing!” he tries to argue, he hated how easily Alfred read him, how?, he had only looked at Y/n a few times yesterday, didn't mention it outside of Sarah saying she called him a druid.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. “Master Timothy, I’ve known you for quite some years now. You have a... particular way of fixating on things you find unusual. I seem to recall a certain young boy who, at the age of thirteen, managed to deduce the secret identities of both Batman and Robin. And then tracked down Master Dick even after he relocated to Blüdhaven.”

Tim groaned, setting the mug down. “Okay, first of all, that was different. Bruce and Dick were being *really* obvious. And second of all—” “You’ve barely slept,” Alfred interrupted smoothly, moving to refill Tim’s mug with fresh coffee. “You’ve been staring out the window for the past twenty minutes, and I suspect you’ve already gone through most of the nursery’s security footage. Am I wrong?”

Tim sighed, slumping against the counter. “No, you’re not wrong.” he mumbles under his breath.

Alfred gave a small nod, his expression softening just slightly. “Might I suggest that you take a step back, sir? Obsession rarely leads to clarity. And while your instincts are rarely incorrect, they do have a habit of leading you to... less-than-healthy habits.”

Tim stared at the coffee mug in front of him, his fingers tapping lightly against the ceramic. “It’s not just a hunch, Alfred. There’s something off about him, he's a meta who unsettled Poison Ivy. It doesn’t make sense. She’s never acted like that before. And the way animals and plants react to him—it screams meta.”

“Perhaps not,” Alfred agreed, folding his hands neatly in front of him. “But that does not necessarily mean it requires your immediate intervention. It is possible, after all, that the young man himself is unaware of whatever it is you suspect him of.” “That’s what worries me,” Tim muttered. “If he doesn’t know, then he can’t control it. What if he becomes another rogue And if he does know, then he’s hiding it. Either way, I need to figure out what’s going on.”

Alfred studied him for a moment before speaking. “Might I remind you, Master Timothy, that not everyone who appears unusual is harboring ill intent? You, of all people, should know that Gotham is not always so black and white. There are plenty of Metas who just wish to live their life without being profiled” he states with a hum.

Tim looked up at him, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You think I’m overreacting.” “I think,” Alfred said carefully, “that you are driven by a need to understand. But understanding does not always require immediate action. Perhaps, for now, it would be wise to let the matter rest. Tim didn’t respond right away. He knew Alfred was probably right, his tendency to dive headfirst into mysteries had gotten him into trouble before. But this felt different.

“I’ll think about it,” he said finally, though the look on his face suggested otherwise. Alfred gave him a knowing look but didn’t press further. “Very well, sir. Breakfast will be ready shortly, should you decide to join the others.”

As Alfred made himself busy in the kitchen, Tim turned back to his laptop, grabbing it and moving to the dining room table, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He wanted to let it go—really, he did. But the nagging feeling in his gut refused to let him drop it. He opened a new tab and began digging deeper into Sarah’s background, hoping to find any hint as to why she’d hidden that footage. If she knew something about Y/N, she’d gone out of her way to keep it under wraps.

"Why would she bury that recording?" Tim muttered to himself. “What was she trying to protect?”

The questions kept piling up, and Tim knew he wouldn’t stop until he had answers.

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