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hailsatanacab · 11 months ago

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Are you still doing the wip ask game? If so, can i ask about number 5?

I love this one and I'm so embarrassed that it's still a wip oh no!!!! This should have been completed a long time ago to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers but uh... it sorta snowballed into way more than I thought it would and this cute little oneshot is now way more than that. Whoops.

It started as a @stealingyourbones prompt that I added on to, which you can read here! Then I posted a wee little wip wednesday sneak peek, and this snippet (is it still a snippet if it's over 1k words?) carries on from there :)

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Danny doesn’t join him for what is, unexpectedly, a pretty great meal.

“Holy shit, you guys,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You’re missing out.”

“Come on, Jay, it can’t be as good as the Big Bat Deluxe.” Dick whines in his ear. “You love those.”

“No, I love the Red Hot Hood Bites. That’s all I get at Bat Burger, and don’t let me hear you telling the others that I get anything else.”

“Please, Jason, don’t think we don’t have everyone’s BB order on file, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fuck off, Timbits. Go eat at Red Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

Jason elects to tune out the ensuing list of threats in favour of finishing his burger. He’s heard them all before and he’s like 80% sure that Tim won’t actually hide his body in a Red Robin—if only because it wouldn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who did it and he'd be so deep in the fucking shit that he may as well join Jason.

Aside from the food (seriously, that sauce! He’s going to need to rustle up a copycat or something, he can’t leave here without a recipe), the Nasty Burger is a pretty sad affair.

It’s a little run down, the vinyl covers on the seats peeling and suspiciously sticky, and incredibly quiet. The only other people around are the two teens behind the counter, bored and on their phones, and two kids, probably around Danny’s age, sitting in the corner quietly arguing amongst themselves. There’s an ungodly amount of food in front of them, but only the guy seems to be eating.

Jason sighs and looks at the rapidly cooling Supremely Nasty Meal meant for Danny. Taking a few of the fries won’t hurt, will it?

He peels the paper bag away from the greasy mess and digs in. Huh, they really skimped on his lot, there’s only like half a carton in here.

“So, you gonna bring us back something or are we going to have to starve?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“What a shame,” Timbo starts, with a theatrical air, “for I am still trying to decide whether or not to tell you everything I’ve learnt about the Fentons. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“You finally made yourself useful and got through those firewalls?”

“Yeah, once I managed to get my hands on a native laptop. It’s weird, but whatever was keeping out my tech lets anything bought directly from Amity in. Having such localised security—to the point where even my stuff can’t penetrate?— is beyond strange. I don’t like it.”

Jason leans back, and reaches for Danny’s milkshake, finding it surprisingly light when he lifts it up. Seriously, what is with the half portions here? He turns round and glares at the spotty teen behind the counter, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Whatever. It's not like Danny’s going to drink it anyway.

Looks like the two kids in the corner have made up, if their stifled laughter is anything to go by. Most of their own food is gone now, too, so perhaps the real reason it’s called the Nasty Burger is because they stiff you on the food.

“This place is weird.” says Dick, in a rare case of being right.

“You don’t know the half of it…” Tim sighs but doesn’t offer up anything else.

Jason’s been trying his best to ignore it.

The weirdness, that is.

There’s an electrical charge in the air so strong it almost feels like he’s swimming through static. Each breath makes his steps bounce like he’s walking on the moon. If he turns too quickly, if he stands up too fast, his head spins like he's breathing too much oxygen.

No matter what Tim thinks he knows, it’s not the full weirdness of Amity Park, Jason's sure about that. Being here itches under his skin, and he resolves not to delve any deeper into it. Not with the way the green swims on the edges of his vision.

The sooner they figure out what’s happening here, the better.

“What’s your price?”

“Two Supremes and a six pack of Nasty Nuggies. Cake shake with two shots of espresso.”

Jason rolls his eyes as Dick splutters in concern.

“Shake and espresso? Tim, you have a problem.”

“It’s just a frappuccino. There’s no difference.”

“Then get a frappuccino.”

“I want a shake.”

“Then there's a difference! And the difference is that Alfred will kill us for enabling you!”

“As riveting as watching Timberly’s mental and physical wellbeing disappear before our very eyes is, what’s your info?”

“The same for me, please!” Dick butts in, yet again. “Except with a coke instead, because I’m normal.”

Both Tim and Jason snort.

“Yeah, not gonna touch that. Tim, info, come on.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, so, what’s your favourite thing about being adopted?”

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get to the point right now, I’ll—”

“You’re right! It’s that none of us are actually related to you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m still stuck with you all. Point, Tim, get to it.”

He grabs the burger meant for Danny and begins to unwrap it. If he has to listen to Tim being all smug about whatever he’s found out, he’s doing it with a burger in hand.

“Did you know that Willis Todd’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather was a Nightingale?”

“What’s a Nightingale? Aside from the obvious.”

“A Nightingale is about two generations away from becoming a Fenton.”

“Oh, what the fuck? You cannot be serious!”

“Serious as a cake shake with two espressos in it.”

“No, my… Someone ate my other fucking burger!”

Danny’s burger has a huge, bite-sized chunk taken out of it. Literal teeth marks in the bun. A slice of tomato slops limply onto the table, painting his shirt with splatters of weak tomato juice, the red half moon taunting him. Sauce dribbles out mournfully.

The two kids in the corner are staring openly now, faces red with how hard they’re laughing.

Jason sinks into his chair with a groan.

This fucking town.

Is this how they treat outsiders? Take bites of their burgers while they laugh on—but then why only do it to his spare and not both meals? The teenagers behind the counter aren't even paying any attention, so why bother pulling a prank like this if you're not going to—

Danny.

Jason whips his head around as if he can catch the invisible little shit, but just like on the street, there's no sign of him.

Has he been here the whole time, invisibly eating the food Jason offered him? Except the packaging was still perfectly wrapped, the sticker still attached, how in the hell had he managed to eat the burger without damaging it? Did he get to it in the kitchen? Or does he—

“Wait, hold up. What the fuck did you just say?”

#wip game #wink wonk hello hello! this ask gave me the motivation to actually get through work rather than collapse into a puddle and dissolve :)#i'm gonna reblog the wip game post again because i want to work on these and apparently talking about them gets me fired up #like i mean who knew??? who knew that being excited and telling someone about something makes you want to work on it more?#i really need to think of an actual title for this huh #but lbr i have a long way to go before this needs a title. this fic is really snowballing - like i love that but also holy shit #so much bigger than i thought it'd be 😬#ain't that always the way #anyway thank you so much for the ask!!#love you guys #oh shit my writing tag #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #it took me a while to remember where the crabs go :(

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mstopportunity · 1 year ago

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You know what, no. Tim can have the Batfam emotional brain cell for a minute.

Tim considers the situation and decides that, if things were reversed, he'd be more upset at Danny not telling him there's nothing for him to worry about. And the longer this goes on, the worse it'll get. It's not like he doesn't trust Danny with his life or his secrets (Danny's shown he's good to keep at least his own identity secret enough).

Tim might cut in.

"It sounds like you really love your husband. I think you should talk to him about it. It might go better than you expect. No really," when Danny seems skeptical "If you're talking about who I think you're talking about - and come on I'm the world's other greatest detective, I figured Batman out at like age 8 - he won't love you any less for it. Then you can tell Constantine to fuck off." After a moment "I mean, you wouldn't love him any less if he was keeping something like a vigilante life secret from you, would you?"

Danny considers this. He concedes that he would still love Tim, even if he were keeping a second life from him. Tim... was kind of angling to get Danny to confess first, give him that level of autonomy over his own secrets. But it also gives him a plan B, in case he can't wait.

And Danny takes too long. A week later they're each prepping for a space-ghost mission, and Tim can't stand the idea of Danny being so close but so far, for the extended time of a space mission. And what's worse is that Danny would be there under coercion, when there's no actual risk.

Tim sits his husband down.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for your business trip?" Danny asks

"Yeah, I am. There's something I need to talk to you about before we leave" ('uuuh, I'm going on a different trip from you tho') "Look, Danny, I really should have told you this before but I. Just. I didn't know how to bring it up and by the time I could you'd made your opinions Very Clear. But. I." Tim had a whole speech prepped, but he's forgotten all of it, in the moment. But he does have one of his Red Robin patterned birdarangs on him. So instead he just shows Danny that.

"..." It takes Danny a moment "Tim are you."

"Yeah."

"Red Robin. You're cheating on me with Red Robin. Of course."

"Ye- wait what."

"I knew it. I knew this was too good to be true." Danny stands. He starts to pace, like the revelations are too much to contain while stationary.

"I'm not cheating on you with the Red fucking Robin!"

"No - no, you said it like this has been a thing for longer. Am I the other woman?? No wonder he thought he knew I was talking about you!"

"Danny will you sit down! I'm not cheating on you, I'm trying to tell you that I am Red Robin."

That actually stops Danny short.

"You." Tim nods. "Are a vigilante." still nodding. "Bullshit" what. "You, Tim Drake-Wayne? CEO of Wayne Enterprises? You'd be more likely to end up on the Fruitloop end of cape-life."

"Rude. I'm not lying though."

"Why would you? You're super rich, you could solve the problems in Gotham financially!"

"Can't throw money at muggers. Or the mob. Or corrupt cops and politicians," ("I mean you can but") "And you can't throw money at interdimensional tornado ghosts hell-bent on destroying the earth."

"Oh."

"I just. I wanted you to know. That I know. Before we leave."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I. Wanted to wait for you to be ready. But. I can't. I can't go up there with you, knowing it's you. Without you knowing it's me. And I can't let you go, not if you're forced to. Not if I can help it."

"Oh. So this. This isn't about you being Red at all. This- This is about me."

"I wanted to let you tell me. I wanted you to know you'd be safe to. But. I just thought. If it were me, and it were you. How I would feel."

"How long have you known?"

"A while" Tim scratched the back of his neck "Your accent is actually pretty unique, and once I caught that, you and Phantom really only differ in your colors."

"The occult books - You were trying to tell me."

"Eh, to let you know I wouldn't mind. Maybe do a bit of research on what sort of thing to expect when my husband is an Eldritch Abomination."

"Heh, husband?"

"I mean. Unless me keeping Red a secret from you is a deal-breaker. I was kinda worried it would be, at the start."

"It isn't. Okay, wow. That's. That's a load off. But I think I'm gonna have to lie down for a minute."

"Do you need space or-"

"Timberlake if you don't come cuddle me right now you're going to have to look for a new Eldritch Abomination to husband."

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And they (un)lived happily ever after.

Halloween prompts year 2 day 23

Au where Danny hides his powers and eldrich nature from his husband Tim and Tim hides his vigilante career from Danny.

Both are very successful and neither suspects a thing. Tim had originally planned to admit to being a hero at some point but they were always either interrupted or it just wasn't the right time and then Danny had mentioned a few times during thier engagement and marriage that he couldn't handle being with a superhero or vigilante and that it was a deal breaker. Unfortunately Tim was already deeply in love and couldn't bare to break up with him so now he lives in fear of Danny finding out and blackmailed the rest of the family into never letting it slip.

Danny is in a similar situation, ever since the portal incident people were afraid of his other half and no matter how hard he tried they always ended up hating him. He loved Tim and couldn't bare the thought of his husband having that same look of terror. Of hate. So he hid. Its all he could do. Back when he and his friends went on that road trip and gained the power of the reality gauntlet he had tried to undo his undeath entirely only to find out Danny had glitches spacetime enough that even if he undid it (which the gauntlet was incapable of doing) he would eventually wind up with the portal opening up on top of him at another date. Call it fate or destiny or whatever you like. He was stuck like this.

So he did the next best thing. He erased any proof he had ever existed. Even from the minds of his own friends. He then skipped town-or in this case universes- and used the gauntlets power to carve out a false identity in this new world full of heroes and hope

Luckly there was no one who could rat him out...until some blond guy in a trenchcoat started following him around the grocery store and talking to him. At first Danny was a little confused and annoyed but when he asked what the blond guy wanted he asked, "I wanna know what you are." And Danny went pale.

Constantine then proceeded to blackmail Danny into helping him with a case or else he would expose his dirty little secret to Tim.

Danny made the a deal, ensuring that it would only be this one time. He told Tim that he was being blackmailed but insinuated that it was something petty between him and some of the other high society house spouses. The kind of drama that Tim always made extra sure to steer clear of. He swore to Tim he was this close to spiking Bethanys muffins with a laxative in retaliation for something and Tim gave helper suggestions for how to do it without being caught while they got ready for the day.

Ever since Alfred passed away it was up to Danny and a few other people to keep the Waynes from falling apart. Honestly, no one realized how much that man did until he wasn't around anymore.

To be fair he pretty much spoiled Tim by picking up after him to the point the man can't function after a few days. If Danny ever had to leave Tim alone for prolonged periods of time he would return to a giant mess and something burning in the kitchen.

Danny would clean, Tim would spew a fountains worth of apologizes, he would forgive Tim (as if he was ever mad in the first place. This just reaffirmed that Tim needed him to protect and care for him, making his core vibrate in happiness) then they would...reacquaint themselves. He nearly shifted forms the first few times this happened. That would be one heck of a way for Tim to find out about his ghost half.

Danny smiled, thinking about those memories. He truly adored Tim and couldn't imagine a life without him. He would just have to make sure this trench coated guy never came anywhere near his precious husband.

John would really like to know what this entity was and what it wanted with the Wayne brat. It couldn't really be in love with the kid, could it? He had personally seen these relationships work out before but there many more he had seen that hadn't. He didn't want to take that risk, so he needed to get close enough to evaluate the situation himelf.

#I legitimately tried to keep this serious. And short #But.#Um #It kinda got away from me #I said Tim got the emotional brain cell for that epiphany - not that he kept it

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jinx-jade · 4 years ago

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Guardian otherwise known as Martha Cheng... Wayne?

Galas were usually boring.

It was a fact of life for the Waynes.

Sure there was gossip and drama here and there, but nothing that interesting.

Except that this wasn’t a normal gala.

It is a Justice League.

A Justice League, Halloween, masquerade, gala.

The funny thing was that a lot of the heroes, vigilantes, mages, and other members dressed up as each other.

Hey Sup’s, did yeah get cloned again?” Jason called out, gesturing to Kon, who hadn’t dressed up, and a female Superboy.

The female Superboy burst out laughing at that.

“I know you guys haven’t seen me without one of my masks before, but aren’t you bats supposed to be the world’s greatest detectives?” The female Superboy says through her laughter.

“Do we know your identity? Since you’re saying we haven’t seen you without a mask.” Tim questioned, raising a brow at her.

“Nope!” The female Superboy cheered.

Kon chucked, “I’m sure you guys remember Guardian, or did the lack of a little piece of fabric keep you from figuring that out.” He asked with a smirk.

“Hey, in our defense, I’m pretty sure I remember Guardian saying something about magic protection and charms that guard her identity.” Dick claims with his hands in a ‘i give up, you win’ gesture.

“It’s an honor to meet you without your masks little guardian.” Wonder Woman greeted, the bat boys antics having drawn the attention of the other League members.

Each League member gave similar greetings before Guardian introduced herself.

“Nice to meet you guys officially. I’m Martha Cheng in civs, you can call me Mari though. Oh! I’m also Kon’s girlfriend.” Guardian introduces herself.

Clark and Bruce looked at each other with amusement.

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“Never have I ever been an assassin.” Stephanie states, glaring at Damian.

The formar assassin let out a huff as he took the shot of lime juice.

Those participating in the game looked to Mari for her statement as to what she has ‘never’ done.

“Uhm… Does it count as being an assassin if I was a sleeper agent?” Mari questioned instead of giving her statement.

“Sorry, What?” Barbara questioned with a raised brow.

“It’s kinda weird, long story short my mother was in charge of… ‘taking care of’... anyone who tries to betray the order in a world-altering way. That job teachancley got passed to me so… Teachancley I’m a sleeper agent with no way of becoming an active agent.” Mari said with a shrug.

“Should we be concerned?” Hal asked.

“Nah. I’ve only ever had to… execute… two? Traitor, and now I’m the only one in the order so if there was a traitor I would teachancle have to assassinate myself? Again it’s kinda weird. Back to the important stuff though, does that count as being an assassin?” Mari asks.

“Yes. Now take your turn.” Damian claimed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Mari giggled.

“Never have I ever….

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“Hey that’s my candy!” DIck called out as Mari danced away, hiding behind Kon.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Marinette called in a cheery tone.

__________________

“Kon! Help!” Dick whined, as he dramatically draped himself offer Babs.

“Help with what?” Kon asked with amusement.

“Get Mari to stop stealing all our treats!” Jason growled.

Kon just laughed at their misery.

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“Keep?” Cass asked Bruce, pushing Mari forward.

Mari just looked confused as Bruce let out a sigh pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t just adopt every black-haired, blue-eyed child, Cassandra. I’m sure Martha has her own mother and father.” Bruce claimed.

“I mean…. Teachnacly I’m an orphan?” Mari claimed, munching on her stolen treats.

“So we CAN adopt you?” Dick questioned.

“Seriously?” Mari questioned raising a brow at them.

Jason shrugged as Cass pulled her into a side hug.

“Keep.” Cass states, not letting anyone argue.

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“If you don’t mind, little guardian, what happened to your parents?” Diana asked now that the party had mainly calmed down.

The other members listening in.

“My mother died during the Orders fall.” Mari informed them.

“And your father?” Clark questioned.

“Never met him.” Mari claimed with a shrug.

“Pfff, ya could be one of B’s with your black hair and blue eyes.” Jason jokes, getting a chuckle out of most of them.

“I mean, if he trained at the Order of Miracle’s high temple and had a one night stand with a Sabine Cheng, then ya,” Mari joked.

Clark looked at Bruce strangely when his heart stuttered into an uneasy beat.

“We’ll send a blood sample to be analyzed in the morning.” Bruce claimed awkwardly.

#maribat

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years ago

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Into The Unknown, Part 10

First

Grocery store trips were weird. Tim had never taken them before, and now here he was buying food for the three of them regularly. He’d thought it would be harder, for some reason. But, no, it was just boring.

Tim rolled his eyes as Damian pointed to the nearest brightly colored object -- a bag of Not Cheetos… holy shit they were called Fritos this wasn’t allowed he has never been so vehemently against anything in his life.

He sighed as the baby yelled at him for the bag. This was his fault. He shouldn’t have gone in the chip aisle.

He looked down at the kid in front of him with an apologetic smile.

“No, kiddo. See, I would love to get that for you but, unfortunately, Mari said I can’t buy you any more random sweets. Blame her, not me.”

Damian was, apparently, too smart for his tricks because he banged his fist on the front of the cart and babbled at him angrily.

Tim sighed and leaned forward until his forehead touched the cool metal of the cart, thinking.

And then he got back up and handed the kid the bag of chips. Damian didn't know that it was food, Tim was pretty sure, and he had nothing against… ‘Fritos’ (outside of their name, obviously). So, why not? He could eat them. It was better than dealing with a tantrum in the middle of a store, at least.

Damian lit up and hugged the bag to his chest as if it was a soft stuffed animal and not a plastic bag filled with air and maybe a few chips.

Tim smiled faintly and pressed a kiss to the top of his head and then continued on his way, scanning over the list idly.

Oh. Marinette had added something. He squinted down at her messy scrawl, bringing it close to his face as if he could will the words to make sense.

And it worked. Ha. Take that everyone who didn’t believe in him.

Okay. So, she needed ‘pads’.

Sure. No problem.

He walked over to the aisle.

Hm. Okay. There might be a tiny little problem.

Why were there so many different brands? And sizes?

He stared around at them all helplessly. Sure, he had glimpsed the box a few times but he certainly hadn’t paid it much mind -- it wasn’t for him, why would he?! But now he was standing in an entire aisle full of products and there were way too many of them. And why did they all look the same? Shit!

He looked at Damian, who was biting the edge of the chip bag and giggling about the crinkling noises it made. But, once Tim turned his gaze on him, he looked up at him with wide eyes, attentive.

“Any chance you know what type Mari uses?” Tim joked softly.

Damian popped off the chip bag so he could babble at him. It was very helpful.

He considered, very briefly, just standing there in the aisle with the same helpless expression until some kind-hearted person took pity on him and he could avoid the embarrassment of calling Marinette at work to ask what types of pads she used… but, no, the idea of asking some random person for help was way worse. He had to just suck it up and do it.

He pulled out his phone and called Marinette. He was pretty sure it was lunchtime for her, anyways.

She picked up within a few rings, voice slightly muffled as she answered with a simple: “Problem?”

Tim didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or amused that her first thought when he called her was that something was wrong.

But he quickly alleviated her fears: “No, everything’s fine.”

He could hear the phone shift slightly as she assumedly went back to eating. “Right, then what is it?”

“Nothing bad, really…” Tim started awkwardly. His face reddened without his permission. “Just wanted to know what brand you used for, um, hygiene products.”

“... hyg --? Oh.” He heard her laugh at him and his face only reddened further. “What, the world's greatest detective couldn’t figure it out?”

“That’s my dad!” He mumbled a little huffily.

She snickered a little longer before finally saying: “I think the brand is called ‘Forever’ here.”

“See! You don’t even know!” He said even as he pulled down a box with the word written across it in elegant script.

“That’s because the name changed when --...” She seemed to remember she was at work -- or, at least, that there were other people around -- because she cut herself off suddenly before she could admit to being a dimension hopper in a world that likely wouldn’t even believe in the multiverse. “When… I switched brands! Yeah. Heh.”

(Tim swore he heard her mumble ‘technically not even a lie’ but he wasn’t quite sure.)

He started to put it in the basket but then he paused.

“There’s a lot of sizes.”

“Um… I think a four?”

“Yeah, no, they have letters here.”

“Fuck, right, hate that, um… D, I guess.”

He switched out the Cs he had gotten and smiled as Damian reached for him. He clearly wanted out of the cart -- Tim wondered, vaguely, if it was uncomfortable -- but that wasn’t going to happen so he decided to distract him:

“Want to talk to Mari, kiddo?”

The kid blinked up at him a few times before lighting up. “Mar-ree!”

He pressed the phone to Damian’s ear with one hand until the kid took it himself and then motioned for him to go ahead. “Takalam maeaha.”

“... marhaba?” Damian said, giving Tim a look that seemed to scream ‘you’re weird for making me talk into a box’.

Marinette must have said something back, because the kid’s eyes went wide. Damian looked around wildly for a few moments, clearly trying to figure out where Marinette was, before he realized that her voice was coming from the box. He gasped a little and pressed the phone against his ear even harder and started to ‘talk’ to her. It was a weird mix of Arabic and a few English syllables thrown together haphazardly, Tim was just glad he was learning.

Tim started on his way through the store again, sure he wasn’t going to get his phone back anytime soon.

He’d gotten all the necessities and they had money left in the weekly budget...

He headed to the kid’s aisle, head tipping from side to side as he considered what to get. Maybe a new book? Damian had taken a liking to them, though Tim was pretty sure that was more because he thought the English language sounded kind of funny rather than any real passion for stories.

He picked up a book about letters and looked down at Damian. He sounded annoyed now.

He looked at Tim with an annoyed expression and shook Tim’s poor phones a few times. “Mar-ree!”

Ah. She must have hung up because her break was over.

How was he supposed to explain how phones worked to a baby? Especially since he knew phones so intimately thanks to his time working on the model he was using.

He gently pulled the phone from the kid’s hands. “Mari’s at work. You can see her later.”

“Bu…” Damian pouted.

Damn it. How dare the kid be cute? Tim was about five seconds away from walking to Marinette’s job so the kid would smile again.

He hesitated before reaching behind himself and grabbing the first soft thing his hands landed on. He pulled it out and squinted at the stuffed cat. It was cute, he supposed, but he didn’t know why it was rainbow-colored.

Whatever.

He offered the plush to Damian and the kid seemed to instantly forget about the phone.

(And the chips. But the kid had put it in his mouth so it looked like Tim was buying that anyway.)

He pressed a kid to the top of his head and then continued on his way.

… and that was when he heard it:

Haha, someone got called a DILF.

… wait a minute… he was the only person with a kid around here…

His head whipped around so fast he would have gotten whiplash if he was old -- which he wasn’t -- to see two girls in their mid teens. And they were definitely looking at him. They even tried to hide behind the next aisle in order to avoid his gaze once they realized he had heard them.

Tim didn’t know what to do about this. Someone had actually called him...

He was 19! He couldn’t be that yet! How?! No!

And, sure, the logical part of him knew they were technically right. He was attractive (he hoped) and, when it came to the ‘dad’ thing… if Damian never got his memories back, then Tim would pretty much be the only dad that he had ever known. He would be a dad.

But, again, he was 19-years-old, he didn’t want to think about this.

So, to ward off the impending crisis, he looked around the aisle he was in wildly for some kind of ‘kid’ thing.

He found some marshmallow guns and grabbed two. Then he got some marshmallows because those weren’t included for some reason. Whatever.

He looked down at the basket, aware that he was now over budget, and eventually decided to put back the book. Who needs to learn?

(Besides, if Damian really wanted to just hear people talk, Tim could totally do that. He had so many random facts in his head thanks to random rabbit holes he had gone down while sleep-deprived, he could just rant about those if the kid wanted.)

So, he checked out, loaded up with all the bags and the baby, and started walking home.

… he was totally going to learn to drive. Even if Gotham streets were safer -- especially when he had a baby on him -- it was a pain to carry all the groceries even the few blocks to their apartment. Literally. The bags dug into his skin. He swore he could taste blood.

But he had an end goal in sight, so he went faster than usual that day.

He set up the guns, leaving Marinette’s on the kitchen table and then took a seat on the couch with Damian. They spent the few remaining hours playing games (Tim was pretty sure, he had absolutely no clue what Damian was saying but the kid seemed to have fun and that was all that mattered) and watching TV.

Tim heard his door click and looked up.

He quickly reached for the marshmallow gun and turned to point it at the door.

Damian watched him in silence, perfectly still as if he understood that this was something that they needed to be quiet for.

Usually, this kind of worried Tim. They always gave Damian to Kaalki and Tikki when they sparred, but Damian had always been… shockingly well-behaved? Not in the good way, either, he was far too still and quiet. Tim was starting to suspect that, at the very least, the kid remembered the first year of his life in the League. He hoped that the trauma would fade away with time. Kids forget things that they experienced as babies when they grew older, Tim himself couldn’t remember anything from before he was three, so hopefully this would be the same.

… but he really wanted to get Marinette with a marshmallow gun. So, he swallowed down the slight bit of anxiety rising in his chest and looked through the scope as Marinette finally managed to open the finicky door.

Damian’s eyes widened and he made a quiet ‘ah!’ sound.

Tim jumped at the sudden sound and pulled the trigger. The marshmallow gun made a fmpf sound as it fired off the shot.

The marshmallow bounced off of Marinette’s forehead harmlessly. Because, y’know, it was a marshmallow.

She blinked a few times and then knelt down to pick up the fallen marshmallow. She scanned it over a few times, eyes narrowed.

Tim hardly paid attention to her, looking over at Damian. The kid looked very confused, eyes darting between the gun and Marinette and the marshmallow on the floor repeatedly as if he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.

And then he flopped back on the sofa with a quiet whimpering sound.

Marinette and Tim frowned at each other. He could see confusion and concern knitting her eyebrows together, meanwhile all he had was dread coiling itself in his gut. Because… what if Damian did remember his first year with the League? Or, even worse, what if he would slowly regain all his memories? No kid deserved that...

Tim felt something hit the side of his head, snapping him out of his daze. Oh. Marinette had grabbed the other gun and promptly gotten her revenge.

Damian didn’t see this, at least, just staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.

Marinette sat on Damian’s other side, gently picking him up and nuzzling her nose against his cheek. Then, she sat him back down between them, sidling close so the kid could curl into her side. Tim, after a few seconds, scooted closer as well.

“Want some marshmallows? They’re yummy,” she tried hesitantly.

She shot one into her hand and, after tearing it in half just in case, handed it to Damian.

The kid took a hesitant bite, still looking a little put out, but then he gasped a little. He happily chewed away at the marshmallow, the event easily wiped from his mind in favor of the yummy thing in his hand.

Tim sighed in relief, reaching behind himself for the marshmallow bag so they wouldn’t have to shoot any more. Just in case.

“Quick thinking,” he said, which was kind of a compliment if you squinted.

She smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s what I’m known for.”

There was a few seconds before she sighed just a little, gently combing her fingers through Damian’s hair. The kid reached out and gripped Tim’s shirt in his hand, surely getting it messed up thanks to the marshmallow on his hands but whatever, and tried to tug him closer. He obliged. Marinette rested her head on his shoulder absently.

“What would I do without you?” He mused.

“Probably starve on the streets,” she said bluntly.

He scoffed a little. “The minute this kid goes to sleep I’m going to shoot another marshmallow at you.”

“You can try. Only reason you even got me last time was ‘cause I didn’t know you were going to do it.”

“The element of surprise is a totally valid tactic!” He pretended to whine.

She grinned at him. “But it won’t work again.”

He wrapped an arm around her lazily. “We’ll see.”

~~~~~

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marauderundercover · 3 years ago

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Taking Chances Ch. 27: Princess (Royal/medieval AU)

AO3

The shrill akuma alarm wakes Marinette up the next morning and she sighs, rubbing her head gently before grabbing the bottle of painkillers that Dick had left next to her on the table.

“Don’t leave yet!” A voice calls from the other room. Marinette frowns, but listens, quickly taking a couple painkillers and letting herself wake up. Dick rushes into the room, nearly falling as he slides across the floor in his socks. He rushes over to her and kneels in front of her, staring into her eyes. She frowns.

“What are you doing?” She asks, too tired to try and comprehend what’s wrong with her brother right now.

“Checking your eyes and seeing how bad your concussion is so I know if I need to call Adrien to keep a closer eye on you for this fight.” Dick says, frowning slightly at something he sees. He reaches out and gently pushes a spot on her head and she hisses in pain.

“Hey, ya big jerk, that hurts!” She complains, giving him her best ‘Damian’ glare. He just rolls his eyes.

“This is serious kid, you got seriously injured last night.” Dick reminds her. She purses her lips.

“I know, and I promise I’ll take it easy later, but right now I really need to go.” She pleads. Dick sighs, but nods, standing up.

“Go kick some butterfly butt.” He says with a small grin. Marinette grins back at him, quickly calling her transformations and portaling away to Paris. She blinks in the bright sunlight, trying hard to push away any disorientation she has from the stupid concussion. I can do this, she thinks, glancing around to assess the situation. She frowns at her surroundings. She knew she was technically in Paris, she could see the Eiffel tower and Kaalki never misled her before. Well, not during an attack anyway. But where the giant modern buildings should be, there were small stone buildings with thatch roofs. Glancing around, she also notices a huge, stone castle where her school used to be. That should be fun.

“I am the Dark Knight, and I will not rest until I have Chat Noir and Ladybug’s Miraculous!” A voice shouts out above the rest of the noise. Marinette creeps over and just blinks at the fashion atrocity before her. She was going to slap Hawkmoth twice when she found him. Once, for terrorizing Paris for over a year. And again for the awful wardrobe choices he made. Seriously. And the Dark Knight? Isn’t that name trademarked, or something?

“Hey Bugaboo, what’s the plan?” Chat asks, landing beside her and leaning on his baton. She frowns.

“I don’t actually have one yet. I just got here.” She says, and this time he’s the one confused.

“But you always rush over.” He says, careful not to include anything about Kaalki. You never know who might be listening.

“I’ll explain later. Any idea where the object might be?” She asks, scanning the akuma. It’s power didn’t seem too awful. It had changed most of the structure in Paris, and now it was changing people’s clothes too when they got hit by the orange light. Some citizens were in what Marinette could only assume was the height of fashion during the Renaissance, whereas some citizens were draped in obvious “peasant” outfits. But there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for the difference. Just a difference.

“The satchel looks promising.” Chat says, and Marinette grins, a plan slowly taking hold in her mind. She’d just need two paper clips, a stick of gum and whatever her lucky charm was.

---

“Pound it.” Chat says holding out a fist. Marinette grins, returning the fist bump. “Did you have time to talk? You know, about why you were late?” Chat asks, and Marinette sighs but nods. They both recharge in an alley before swinging to sit on the top of the Eiffel tower.

“I fought an akuma alone, while you were out of town.” She says first, shrugging lightly. “I didn’t think about it, honest. I’d done it a million times before with Monsieur Pigeon. But the Bat got mad.” Marinette says, not wanting to risk calling him her dad while she’s masked in Paris. It just felt like it was asking for trouble.

“Cause you fought alone?” Chat asks, frowning.

“Well, that and I sort of jammed the Zeta tubes so that outsiders can’t come to Paris during an active akuma attack.” She mumbles under her breath, wincing at the noise Chat’s neck makes when he jerks around to stare at her dumbfoundedly.

“That’s insane. How’d you do it?” He asks and she simply grins.

“Spent enough time with Pegasus and Red Robin and Oracle. Add in a tiny bit of luck and boom. I win.” She smirks

“So you were late cause you’re grounded.” Chat says simply, a proud smile on his face as he thinks he cracked the code. Solved the mystery.

“Not quite,” Marinette says with a slight frown.

“Then what?” Chat asks. Marinette lets out a long sigh, glaring at Adrien to let him know she’s not happy about this situation, she does not want to talk to him about this. He’ll just get all worried.

“Well last night I was still benched from patrol because of the whole akuma attack thing but Tikki thought I should be ungrounded so I went out anyway and then the dude that stabbed me a couple months ago found me and the rest of the Batclan didn’t know that I was out so they couldn’t help me and I was all alone and then he knocked me out and I don’t really remember much except I woke up at Nightwing’s apartment and met Starfire and yeah that’s it.” She rambles, shooting him a smile and waving nonchalantly.

“I’m going to wrap you in bubble wrap. No, I’m going to make the Batclan do it.” Chat finally says, pulling out his baton.

“No, don’t! Batman doesn’t know. Neither does Hood or Red Robin. Only Nightwing and Robin know.” She says, swatting the baton out of his hand. The last thing she needed was for him to accidentally call her dad on her. She’d be in so much trouble.

“Geeze Bug.” Chat mutters under his breath, tugging her into a hug. She sighs and hugs him back, taking just a moment to relish being with her friend.

“I’m pretty sure Batman is narrowing down his Hawkmoth suspect list.” She mumbles, and Chat pulls back from her, staring into her face.

“Are you serious?” He asks, the relief on his face clear. Marinette nods, and Chat lets out a long sigh. One that Marinette could feel in her bones, because she was tired too. She also wanted to end this fight. Hopefully her dad would have a suspect soon.

---

Bruce Wayne was the world’s greatest detective. He had solved cases infinitely larger than this one, so he didn’t understand why he couldn’t find a damn lead on Hawkmoth. Actually, he understood perfectly. It was magic. God he hates magic. It’s unpredictable, and most of the time it’s more trouble than it’s worth. He sighs and sends a quick text to Dick, double checking that Marinette had made it back to his apartment okay. He knew his daughter was...upset with him for benching her and demanding she take someone with her to Paris. But they were all precautions, just to guarantee that nothing worse happened to her. She wasn’t invincible, no matter how much she seemed to think she was. He frowns at the text he receives back, quickly hitting call and waiting a few moments for Dick to pick up.

“Hel-”

“What do you mean she’s not at your place?” Bruce asks, not giving his eldest son a chance to talk.

“Well hi to you too, B.” Dick teases, and Bruce just knows he’s grinning. He lets out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Is she really not there? The akuma attack ended nearly twenty minutes ago and she’s not here either.” Bruce says, trying to think of where else she would go. Jason was even at the Manor, and hadn’t heard from her either.

“No, B, she’s not-” Dick pauses, then lets out a long sigh. “It’s B. He was wondering where you were.” He hears Dick say, and Bruce is surprised to hear his son’s tone. It was less carefree and more...like a father. He was a father, with Mar’i, but it was still odd to hear him use the tone on someone besides his granddaughter.

“I had to talk to Adrien.” He can barely hear her say and Bruce lets out a frustrated huff. Of course she was with the Agreste boy again. Honestly, he seemed nice enough until Selina pointed out the crushes that the two had on each other. Now, Bruce wanted nothing more than to lock him away. Far away.

“Can you please ask her if she’s coming home tonight?” Bruce finally says, listening to the silence on the other end. He wonders if they’d put the phone on mute or if Marinette was signing furiously the way he’d seen her do over a video call with Cass earlier in the week.

“We’re all coming. See you at dinner.” Dick says, hanging up almost fast enough for Bruce to not hear the protest from Marinette. Almost. Bruce walks to find Alfred, trying not to let the fact that his daughter doesn’t want to see him again get to him.

---

Marinette glares at her oldest brother as they walk into the manor. He just grins, acting as if he hadn’t practically forced her home. It’s not that she didn’t want to come home, but she knew she had a couple bruises and a lump on her head. She also knew that Damian was apparently barely holding himself back from hunting down Slade. She really didn’t need Tikki giving him any ideas.

“Welcome home, Miss Marinette. Would you like me to look at your injuries?” Alfred asks immediately walking towards her as he walks into the room. Marinette glances around, hoping her dad isn’t around before sighing.

“No thank you Alfred, I’m fine.” She reassures him, or she tries to. His face doesn’t look like he believes her.

“Yes, I’m certain a concussion is nothing to worry about. Especially since you’ve had so many.” He drawls, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Hey, whoa. You said this was your first concussion.” Dick says after urging Mar’i to fly off and find Jason or Damian or Tim. Marinette huffs.

“It is.” She says, crossing her arms.

“The concussions you sustain in the suit still count. Head injuries are not an exact science. Nor are they an exact magic cure, either. They often heal at an accelerated speed, but can still have long-lasting effects.” Alfred says and Marinette blinks. That was almost- Almost- information about the Miraculous. And only someone who knew about the Miraculous would know about the whole head injury thing. She blinks at him for a moment, running possibilities through her head. She sighs, realizing that if Alfred had been a holder, it was definitely for a Miraculous she didn’t have. She could just...feel it.

“I promise I’m fine, and if I start feeling any of those other concussion symptoms, I’ll come to you.” Marinette promises.

“And how did you get a concussion?” Her dad asks, practically materializing out of nowhere.

“Akuma attack. Miraculous cure can’t do a complete heal with concussions, it’s too, uh, dangerous. Not exact.” Marinette lies, trying hard not to do any of her tells. She doesn’t tense up, she doesn’t grin, she doesn’t look at someone else and giggle, nothing. She lies with a straight face, which honestly almost scares her more than getting yelled at by her dad. He just hums before nodding at her.

“Will you be staying here tonight? Most of us have patrol, but afterwards Tim suggested that we all watch a movie together.” Her dad says and Marinette tries hard to suppress her grin. There’s no way.

“Wow Tim, you really wanna have a full-family movie night?” She calls out, grinning at the surprised look on her brother’s face. Because of course her dad was the one to set it up, but of course he didn’t want anyone to know. “I think that’s super cool Tim. As long as we can watch some Disney princess movies.” She adds, laughing as Mar’i comes flying around the corner with wide eyes.

“Did someone say princess?” She squeals, flying straight into Marinette’s arms. Marinette grins at her niece and nods.

“Oh yes. Timmy has decided we’re gonna watch Disney princess movies as a family all night long!” She says, laughing as her niece cheers. She glances at her Dad and tries hard to hold back the snort that wants to come out at his exasperated look. Looks like it’s gonna be a Disney night for the Wayne household.

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batsandbugs · 4 years ago

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The Great IKEA Game

Chapter 4: The Three Stooges

AN: At least it hasn’t been two months again 😅. Let’s check in with the other batboys and see how they’re handling Damian and Marinette’s chaos.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Tim wondered when his day took a solid dive off the cliffs of normal and into the waters of weird.

It probably started when Dick dragged them out of bed at eight in the morning – on a Saturday – piled them into the car, and drove them an hour and a half out of the city to an IKEA. If they had actually been there to shop they would have either burned the store down or killed one another.

Not that those things were off the table yet.

Tim had work, actual work, that he could be doing. But no, instead he was playing a demented game of hide-and-go-seek, which was careening into an all-out war. The destroyed shelving units, shopping carts, and forklift were unmistakable evidence of that.

How had the demon spawn accomplished this in less than a minute?

Bruce would kill them, once he came back from off-world.

That is if Alfred didn’t get to them first.

“Uh, order 177? Shit, my pay isn't enough for this.”

The words shook Tim from his stupor. He walked over to the counter.

“Hi,” he said, flashing his most charming CEO grin. “I have a quick question?”

The server's fixed smile contrasted with his dull eyes.

“I need to know what way the boy who ordered this headed.”

“No.”

Tim sighed, “Look, it’s important. My brother-”

“I mean, no, it wasn’t a boy.”

Tim paused. “Huh?”

“It was a girl, a teen girl. Black hair, big blue eyes, French accent. She was sitting over there,” he waved at an empty table. “But I think she walked away before that happened.” Referring to the giant train wreck occurring a few aisles over.

“Oh,” said Tim. “Thanks.”

“Do you want the order?”

Tim held back an annoyed sigh.

“Sure.”

So that’s how he, Jason, and Dick, sat at the abandoned picnic table, staring at the abandoned meal bought with Damian’s credit card. Jason grabbed a couple of fries and shoved them in his mouth.

“That’s evidence, nitwit,” hissed Tim.

Jason ignored him, stabbing a meatball with the plastic fork. “What? It’s going to go to waste. Girlie obviously ain’t coming back for it.”

“We should be more worried about how a random girl used Damian’s credit card!”

“She could have stolen it?” offered Dick.

“Demon spawn would have broken her arm before getting pickpocketed,” countered Jason, eating another fry. Silence. A weird glint appeared in Jason's eye. He turned to Tim. “What did you say the girl looked like again?”

“Black hair, blue eyes, French accent.”

“Shit,” muttered Jason.

“What?”

“I think I ran into her earlier, about an hour and a half ago. Asked her if she had run into demon spawn – she sounded confused and tourist-like. But maybe…”

“Maybe she’s working with him?” offered Tim.

“Could be.”

“Damian? Working with another person? A stranger?” Dick shook his head. “Doesn’t sound like him.”

Jason shoved another fry into his mouth. “The brat’s a competitive little shit, if he thought teaming up would help him get ahead, he’d do it in a heartbeat.” He pointed a fry at Tim. “Can you look at the security footage?”

“I’m already two steps ahead of you,” Tim said, flashing his phone with the hacked in security camera footage on-screen. Jason and Dick huddled in close as a small girl walk on screen and stood at the counter.

“Yep, that’s her. Can you ID her, Timmy?”

Tim rolled his eyes, “This is a smartphone, Jay, not a laptop.”

“I thought Mr. World’s Second Greatest Detective would be prepared for anything.”

“Well excuse me for not having facial recognition software, on my phone.”

“Guys chill.”

“Shut up, Dick,” Jason and Tim said in unison.

The footage played out and they watched the girl order two meals and pay with Damian’s credit card. They switched to another camera when she left and sat at the picnic table. A few minutes later Jason and Tim walked into frame.

“Look, there! She tenses. Look at her body language, she’s panicking. She knows who you two are.” Dick looked shocked that, yes, Damian had teamed up with a partner.

They watched the girl panic, although she managed to keep her body from reacting too much. She placed her phone to her ear and walked away from her spot.

“Who is she talking to?”

“Maybe Damian was watching out of sight?”

“Shoot, Tim, she’s out of frame. Do we have another angle?”

It took another minute or so, but Tim found the right security camera catching the mysterious girl leaving the food court. As she walked away the image on the screen flickered, and a moment later the shelving units fell.

“Oh crap,” swore Jason. “Do you think she has magic? Fuck, it would be just our luck if demon spawn teamed up with someone dangerous.”

Dick shook his head. “It could be a coincidence. We didn’t see her do anything. The chaos could have been a coordinated effort between her and Damian.”

Tim wasn’t so sure. “Come on Dick, you’ve been in the game long enough to know just because something looks one way, doesn’t mean it's true.”

They watched the girl hurry out of sight, this time it was much more difficult to follow her progress through the store. She would randomly duck in and out of showrooms, coming out differently than how she came in. If the three boys hadn’t been trained in stealth and detection for years, they would have had a challenging time tracking her.

Jason whistled low. “Who is this chick? I’m impressed. She has serious skill.”

Finally, she ducked into a showroom and didn’t come out. Tim couldn’t find a camera giving them an unobstructed view, but it didn't matter. They had a destination.

“This was ten minutes ago, they could already be long gone,” said Dick.

“Or they could still be hiding there,” countered Jason.

“We’ll find out when we get there.” They walked out of the cafeteria and past the closed aisles. The forklift that had been buried under the collapsed shelving unit was being unearthed by a flock of bewildered employees.

“Ten bucks says she has magic,” said Jason.

“Yeah, no.” Tim was good at math and the odds of everything happening just as she left was too big to be a coincidence. “I’m not stupid enough to take that bet.”

“Come on you guys, let’s focus here,” chided Dick.

Walking back through the showrooms Tim kept an eye out for any sign of his brother or his accomplice, but it was as if they had disappeared into thin air. Arriving at the last location they had spotted the girl, they waited for a touring couple to leave before descending on the tiny, boxed room like the detectives they were trained to be.

It didn’t take long to discover the lasered off vent.

“Shit,” groaned Jason. “They could be anywhere by now.”

“Tim can you-”

Tim had his phone in hand, “I’m already on it. I’ll have the vent layout in a minute.” He felt insulted they even needed to ask.

Jason peered into the vent, “Damn, I think we’re too big to follow.”

Dick sighed. “I miss my vent crawling days; they just don’t make them as big as they used to.”

“That’s what she said,” snickered Jason.

“Focus you two,” Tim snapped. “I’ve pulled up the air duct plans.” He flashed the screen to his two brothers who settled down. “This particular vent runs a couple of places. We have one entrance at the back of the store in the storeroom. Then another veering off near the daycare center, and the last which comes out near the unloading dock.”

“I’ll take the one next to the daycare center,” said Dick. “I’m the only one who isn't demented,” pointing to Jason, “or sleep-deprived,” pointing to Tim.

“Hey!” exclaimed Jason.

Tim sneered, repressing a Damian-like growl, “I wouldn’t be so sleep deprived if you hadn’t dragged us out of the house at eight in the morning. I arrived in from patrol at three.” He hadn’t had coffee in hours, and the weight of his body pressed on him like a panini maker.

Dick ignored them. “Jason can take the one at the loading docks, and Tim you’ll be able to bypass security and get into the back the easiest.”

“Sounds good to me,” grunted Jason.

“Alright,” agreed Tim. “The second any of us spots them, text the group chat, will box them in from there.”

They nodded and headed off their separate ways. Despite the tiredness in Tim's bones, there was a heady rush of the hunt thrumming in his veins. Damian, and whoever he had decided to pair up with, were going down.

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preciousthingsareprecious · 4 years ago

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That Time Tim Totally Terminated Ra's Al Ghuls Entire Empire Part 1

So. I wrote something very silly. The title says it all, except it doesn't because this bad boy spiraled out to being over 10k and deserving of 2 chapters. Anyway, here is the first chapter featuring all the times Ra's kidnapped Tim because he wanted to recruit him.

Summary:

"Let us not beat around the bush,” Ra’s started, after taking a sip from his tea, “I have brought you here to make you an offer.” Tim nodded, that was obvious enough. Ra's had no reason to kidnap him this time beyond something like this.

“As you know, I’m always on the lookout for enterprising young individuals with both leadership and fighting experience to join the League of Assassins. Right now I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect person to fill a brand new executive role in a new chapter of my organization.”

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Tim wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up in this situation. No really. One moment he’d been in Gotham, crouched behind an old BMW that had been in the same spot for a month, waiting on Batman’s signal, the next he’d woken up in some lavishly decorated room. Was that silk? Or maybe velvet? He had no idea what was hanging around the bed he was laying in, but Tim really didn’t care.

What he was concerned about was his own personal state. He raised his arms --that alone was a good sign-- and confirmed that his mask was in place. He pushed himself up on the ridiculously plush bed, -which was unreasonably plush by the standards of a kid who'd grown up rich, and then gone to live with a guy who had both more money and even better beds.

The point was, the bed was so soft Tim actually had a bit of trouble sitting up.

When he did manage to right himself, he finished taking stock of his own situation and his surroundings. His Robin uniform was intact aside from his belt, but he saw that set on a trunk that looked at least as old as Bruce, a few feet away. The room was, as he already determined, lavishly decorated.

Tim pushed himself out of the bed and onto a carpet so thick he kind of wanted to pull off his shoes and curl his toes in it, but seeing as he still had no idea where he was, who took him, or why, he figured that was probably out of the question. He did make a mental note to ask Bruce for some better carpet when he got home. As a kind of gift for surviving a very weird kidnapping.

Instead, he moved to walk carefully around the room. He found no obvious traps, no cameras or speakers or microphones that were either hidden or out in the open, and both doors were unlocked.

The first he opened revealed a bathroom. The second he cracked open to peer out of. His eyes locked on that of an honest to goodness ninja standing guard outside the door. The man locked eyes with him and Tim snapped the door shut with a click.

Welp, that answered the who and maybe even the where of Tim’s abduction. Ra’s Al Ghul. He was pretty sure if he gave the ninja ten minutes to go find Mr. al Ghul himself, he’d have the why too.

While he waited, Tim snapped his belt back around his waist, comfortable to have its weight back, even if being in a League stronghold meant all the tricks in his pockets were basically useless on his own. Still, it was nice to feel fully like Robin again.

After that it was a matter of waiting.

Tim paced an actual trench into the thick carpet as he waited. Batman was of course looking for him. That was a given, he just had to wait for the man to find him. Or for Ra’s to send him home? He really wasn’t sure why the Eco-terrorist would have taken him in the first place beyond a really weird obsession with Batman's various sidekicks.

How come all of Bruce’s baddies seemed to have a strange fixation on Robins? It was weird how many went out of their way to kidnap and attempt to recruit him, Dick, and if the stories were to be believed, Jason too.

Just as Tim was starting to turn that particular thought over in his head, the door to his room opened and Ra’s himself strolled in.

“Timothy.” the man drawled.

“Ra’s.” Tim replied, suddenly totally and completely unsure what to do with his hands, voice, feet, and general self. This wasn’t a fight after all.

He settled for crossing his arms and being terribly glad his domino hid his eyes.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I brought you here.” Ra’s said.

Tim shrugged, “It doesn’t take the world’s greatest detective to guess that.”

The man frowned at him, and Tim started to wonder if maybe he should be watching his words a bit. He wasn’t in Gotham with Batman at his back after all. But then again, Ra’s must need something from him right? So a little sass was okay, what was Robin without a smart mouth after all?

“I mean--” Tim started, unable to stop himself now that he was thinking about it, “I can probably start to guess. You didn’t kill me and I’m not in a dungeon so you’ve got to want something from me right? I bet this is some blend of trying to win me over and also hold me above Batman because you--” he paused for a moment trying to remember if Bruce had been on Ra’s’ trail at all lately.

He dropped his arms and clapped, remembering, “You’ve been trying to break into energy and you want Wayne Enterprise to back you and legitimize your business. So you’re holding Tim over Bruce, but you probably want Robin because you and like half of Batman’s rogues have this weird obsession with teen heroes for some reason."

At some point he’d stopped looking at Ra’s and actually started pacing again. When he stopped talking his feet stilled and he looked back up at Ra's and grinned, ""So, am I hot or freezing cold?”

He expected Ra's to looked angry or irritated, instead he looked amused.

“You are quite warm. Though I would contend the assertion that I have a weird obsession with teen heroes. I am only interested in the exceptional, and you Timothy, are exceptional indeed.”

Tim gulped, “I mean--not really? But thanks.”

Ra’s waved him off, “We will speak more later. You are correct, I do intend to use you as a bargaining chip against your guardian--”

“Dad.” Tim interjected.

The man raised an eyebrow but continued, “However you are not a prisoner in the traditional sense. You may wander the compound with one of my men by your side to ensure you do not get into trouble. If all goes well you will be returned to Batman within a reasonable amount of time. Unless, of course, you do decide you would like to stay and learn from me.”

“I don’t really see that happening.” Tim said, “But I'll be sure and let you know if I make a sudden turn towards world domination.”

Again, Tim expected some kind of retaliation, but he was thankfully ignored. Ra’s left him with a warning not to cause undue trouble and soon Tim was alone in the room again.

He spent the next couple days wandering the compound somewhat aimlessly. He had a phone call with Bruce where he promised his dad that he was totally fine if a little bored, and spent the rest of his time trying to avoid Ra’s. The man was kind of relentless in his attempts at winning Tim over to his side and sought him out at meals, when Tim was trying to train a bit at one of the many gyms, and even once while Tim was wandering a rather fantastic garden. Each time, Tim did his best to wiggle out of the man's suggestions and just get back to wiling away the time between then and getting home.

Thankfully, it was all over in four days when Batman came crashing in with Nightwing and Batwoman to rescue him, and soon Tim was home and settling back into normal life.

He’d actually almost forgotten about the whole Ra’s kidnapping him until it happened again. Once had been a surprise, two times was starting to look deliberate.

This one lasted a week with Ra’s claiming it was because he still really wanted that energy deal and he just couldn’t understand why Bruce wasn’t willing to trade that for his ward (son Tim had ground out in irritation).

Tim almost believed him, until he woke one morning to find a pamphlet had been slipped under his door, it was literally a flyer promoting hiring in the League. Tim looked over it and had to laugh out loud. The text was done in a mix of papyrus and other fonts and whoever made it had used clip art. It looked like someone had typed it up in Microsoft word in like half an hour.

He spent the rest of his time there re-designing the flyer, with a ninja hanging over his shoulder as he used one of the League computers. The new one wasn’t the best flyer in the world, but Tim was pretty proud of it, and it was much better than the first draft.

When he was done, he pocketed the original, then pinned a note to the new one that said: Ha! Not until you get better designers.

Batman rescued him again, and Tim pushed the double kidnapping and Ra’s’ weird obsession to the back of his mind until the next time he was with Steph.

They were in the manor watching a Chopped marathon and Tim was telling her about both kidnappings.

“So he’s super into energy? How come he didn’t nab Dick? We all know he’s Bruce’s favorite.” Steph teased, popping a chip into her mouth.

“Setting aside that obvious lie, that’s the thing,” Tim continued, digging out the flyer he’d kept, “It has nothing to do with energy or Dick. I’m pretty sure Ra’s is trying to recruit me.”

He showed her the paper and Steph snorted, spraying chips out as she laughed, “No. Freaking. Way. I have to tell Cass. Let me show her this, please I’m begging you.”

Tim groaned, “Yeah, sure, but don’t you think it’s weird?”

She shrugged, taking the flyer to look it over, “Of course, but the B-man attracts weird like ice cream dropped on the ground attracts ants. Give him six months, and Ra’s will move onto a different way of trying to piss off Batman.”

“I hope so.” Tim said.

The third time Tim woke up in the elaborate room he was getting really sick of the decor and the headache that came with being knocked out and dragged halfway across the world.

“You know.” Tim started, the moment Ra's walked into his room (and it was actually Tim’s room he’d learned from one of the ninja guards), “You could have waited a month this time, to at least pretend this wasn’t all about your super weird plan to try and convince me into letting you adopt me.”

Ra’s opened his mouth to respond, but Tim wasn’t done.

“Which, by the way, I’m taken already. B did the whole adopting thing, so you missed that window. Though, I guess that probably doesn't really matter to you in the grand scheme of things since you keep kidnapping me. You are aware that kidnapping isn’t the best way to convince someone that your way is the right one, right?”

“Also, would it kill you to pick up some --I don’t know-- books on recruitment or something? I don’t understand how you’ve managed to get so many guys on your side it’s--” Tim started, but Ra’s had caught on to Tim’s mood at this point, conceded temporary defeat, and made a hasty retreat.

Tim didn't see him the whole rest of the day, and by the next morning Batman showed up, swinging in for another rescue and all was fine and good and normal for a while.

Until, of course, it wasn’t.

It was the fourth kidnapping that really set Tim off.

He woke up back in that stupid room with it’s stupid decor and those stupid posters ready to burn the place to the ground. But something stopped him, a premonition. Like if he was patient for just a little longer he’d find a good and proper form of revenge to take on Ra’s for his total inability to take a hint.

At some point two ninja came by to take Tim to meet with Ra’s. As they walked Tim couldn’t help but notice the posters literally lining the hallways they walked through.

They were of two wildly different styles, but both struck a thought of familiarity in his mind. One was obviously a play on the classic “I want you in the army” poster. The other ripped off old “pin up” recruitment posters. Both made him laugh, and Tim pulled a couple of each down to save to show the Titans. He had a feeling Bart and Kon would lose their minds over these.

He had just folded them up and shoved them in his back pocket when they reached an office. Inside, Ra’s sat in a chair and motioned Tim to sit in one across from him.

“Thank you for joining me, Timothy.”

Tim sat and shrugged, “Not like I had much of a choice.”

Ra’s waved him off. As he did, a different ninja from either of the ones who’d escorted Tim to the office came in with a tray of tea. He handed Ra’s a cup, then gave one to Tim, and left the set on a table between them.

The whole vibe was kind of awkward and strange. Tim felt very much like he had one time a year ago when he’d realized halfway through a date that things were not going to work out. He hadn’t been able to end the date then and there, and had spent another two hours awkwardly making small talk and trying to avoid promising a second date.

“Let us not beat around the bush,” Ra’s started, after taking a sip from his tea, “I have brought you here to make you an offer.”

Tim nodded, that was obvious enough. Ra's had no reason to kidnap him this time beyond something like this.

Tim took a sip of his tea in an attempt at avoiding having his mouth drop open in shock. Ra’s sounded like something out of a “Executive success seminar” that was just a veiled multilevel marketing scheme.

“To put it plainly, Timothy, I want you to become my apprentice. I know you and assume you might be hesitant to accept this lifestyle so I’ve prepared for you something of a presentation on what that might entail.”

Tim couldn’t stop a laugh from bursting out of him, but he did manage to turn it into a kind of cough.

“Wait--wait.” he said, almost choking on his tea, “Are you about to show me a powerpoint?”

Ra’s looked a bit put out at that suggestion, almost like he wanted to sigh, “Of course not, it’s more interactive than that.”

Tim held up his free hand, incredulous, “Is this--a job interview Ra’s? I thought you were pitching this to me.”

“No, no. It’s an interactive presentation designed to show you just what you have to gain from joining me.” Ra’s explained, as he did so Tim took another sip of his tea.

He lifted his cup and waved it lightly, “Oh yeah, so I’m just in one of those fairy tales then where you make me do three impossible tasks and at the end I get the happily ever after dip in the lazarus pit?”

“It’s only one trial--”

“So it is a task!” Tim declared, almost standing.

“Timothy.” Ra’s snapped, sounding a bit like Bruce whenever Tim and Steph’s antics pushed him a bit too far.

Tim crossed his legs and leaned back into the chair, “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Irritating the man was a bad idea, Tim knew that, but this was just ridiculous. He wasn’t going to be sent on a wild quest that might end up with him dunked in a Lazarus Pit or whatever else Ra’s had in mind that would supposedly prove how great it would be to work for him.

“If you are not going to take this seriously, then there are other ways of showing you why joining me is a good idea that are not nearly as pleasant.” Ra’s growled.

Tim held up his free hand, “I’d rather not find out, give me your pitch or send me off with your best ninja or whatever you were planning.”

He figured playing along would work for now. He could put off giving Ra’s an answer until Bruce came in for a third rescue. When he was home, they were going to have a serious conversation about ninja proofing the manor. Ra’s could not keep kidnapping him like this, they had to have some kind of security measures in place.

“Wonderful. I’m sure after your tour you’ll have a better understanding of what I have to offer you.”

Tim ended up following someone Ra’s called his “best general” around the compound for an hour. The guy showed Tim the training rooms, the medical suite, sparring rings, a variety of ninja’s actually practicing, and at one point they even ended up in the library. The general had been given instructions to pause anywhere Tim wanted him to, and so they lingered in the library for a bit.

He had to admit, Ra’s had a fantastic library.

The general didn’t seem worried about Tim getting lost, or escaping, and waited by the door while he wandered the massive room.

And boy was it huge. It was bigger than the main floor of the cave, with stacks and stacks of books on two floors. Some of the volumes looked ancient, and there were even scrolls shelved on the second floor.

He gingerly pulled one out to examine.

“That is worth more than you could ever imagine.” a sharp, young voice, declared, behind him.

Startled, Tim dropped it back onto the shelf and spun. Before him stood a kid, probably 8 years old, with tousled dark hair, dark skin, and a face that almost echoed some of Bruce’s school photos. It was startling.

“Hi.” Tim said, dumbly, “I know, it’s Ancient Sumarian right?”

“Tt.” the boy crossed his arms, “You are not an idiot then.”

Tim shook his head, “Nah, apparently I’m smart enough to be selected for recruitment.”

The kid nodded, “So you are Grandfather’s young detective. He speaks highly of you.”

Grandfather? Tim’s brain spun. This kid was Ra’s al Ghul’s grandkid? He ran the numbers, the kid’s mom was either Talia or Nyssa. If he had to put money on it, Tim figured the boy before him looked more like Talia than her sister. And his other features--like Bruce’s?

No.

No. Freaking. Way.

“That is hardly language to use here.” The boy said, arching an eyebrow at him.

Tim hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud, but apparently his surprise had been so great he had. He cleared his throat, “Sorry, I just never expected Ra’s to have a grandkid.”

“It is not surprising to me, I am his heir. Born to inherit the League and rule the world one day.”

Okay, that was a lot to unpack. Just a totally wild amount, but Tim wasn’t super focused on the world domination thing just yet (maybe later when he had a chance to process all of--well, all of it), “Sorry to keep pressing but, doesn’t having an heir kind of--I don’t know, put his whole Eternal Ruler of the League thing in jeopardy?”

“Tt. It is not my place to question my Grandfather’s plans. I simply know what I have been told, that I will inherit the League one day in his stead.”

“Well,” Tim rocked back on his heels casually and grinned, “That might be a long loooong time.”

The kid’s brows furrowed as if he had not really considered that idea before. He opened his mouth to say something else, but seemed to decide against it, dropping his arms to his sides to shrug, “If that is his wish then so be it.”

“True.” Tim said, not really knowing what to say. Instead he settled on changing the subject, “You know, if your grandfather gets his way I’ll be spending more time here, so I guess introductions are in order. I’m Timothy Drake-Wayne, but most people just call me Tim.”

He held his hand out to the kid, smiling at him. If he really was Bruce’s then they’d be getting to know each other for sure. Just not here. Tim had zero intentions on letting Bruce’s child stay with the League. Did B he even know he had a kid? Tim thought he’d better figure that out first before kidnapping his little brother.

Little brother. Just that idea made something flutter in Tim’s chest. He’d always wanted a little brother.

The boy scowled at his hand, and did not take it, “You may be correct, even if I do not see what Grandfather seems to. I am Damian al Ghul, heir to the Demon’s Head.”

Tim bit back a grin at just how serious this kid was. He sounded like a little prince, all imperious and haughty. Damian, even his name fit him. He wondered how Damian would do around Dick? Or Stephanie. They’d figure out how to bring a smile out of him.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Damian.” Tim said, “I know we’ve really only just met, but I’m sure you’ll see what Ra’s does in time.”

Damian looked him over again, then gave a sharp nod, “I am interested in seeing what you have to offer.”

“Damian, I found it, where’d you go?” A voice sounded from deeper within the stacks.

Tim started at the sound of the voice. He knew it. Knew it from nights spent chasing shadows, from recording’s Bruce had watched a hundred times when he didn’t think Tim was watching. From Tim’s own desire to know and learn more about his predecessor. It was Jason Todd’s voice.

But that couldn’t be. Jason was dead.

“I am coming.” Damian returned, his tone more childlike than Tim had heard in their whole conversation. He turned back to Tim, “Do not ruin that scroll, I will see you later.”

Then he spun on his heel and walked away.

Tim stepped forward, reaching out for the kid, “Wai--”

“Master Tim, we really must be going.” Tim’s guide was back, stepping into his view as if from nowhere, and stopping Tim’s chase as short as it had been.

“Can we wait just one more second?” he asked, “I wanted to ask Damian something else.”

The man’s mouth turned down in a frown, “I do not have clearance to let you speak with Master Damian. Come, we have more to see.”

Frustration bubbled up in Tim, but unless he wanted to start a fight he wasn’t going to get a chance to talk to Damian right then. The kid had promised to see him later, so maybe he’d seek Tim out. If not, Tim would find a way.

As he followed the man out of the library, he kept searching the stacks of books for a sign of the others. It wasn’t until they’d left the room that Tim caught sight of Damian again, his small form waving animated at a taller, broader one. One that, while older, was unmistakably Jason.

Before Tim could say screw everything, the two turned around a corner, and someone else was clearing their throat. His guide seemed eager to move on, and so they did.

Tim tuned out most of the rest of the tour, and eventually found himself back in the office from before, once again seated across from Ra’s.

“Timothy, I hear you have met my grandson on your tour.” Ra’s started.

“I did.” Tim said, a bit hesitant to go into detail, his guide had seemed like talking to Damian was a pretty serious thing, and suddenly Tim was afraid he’d gotten the kid in trouble.

Ra’s smiled, “He is magnificent is he not? Already he is a skilled warrior, and well trained in his studies.”

“He said he was your heir?” Tim ventured.

The man waved a hand dismissively, “Of course he is, he is my grandson, but that does not mean he will inherit. The boy is valuable to me, for many reasons. He is an excellent tool to wield against my enemies already, and will only become more so as he grows.”

Anger bubbled up in Tim. There was something in Ra’s’ tone that made Tim sick, to call a kid a tool. To plan to just use him his whole life?

“And what, do you want to do that with me too? You said you wanted me to be your apprentice, but if your Heir is just a tool then--”

“No, as I said I want you to take over a branch of the League. You have talents and skills Damian will not. The boy is--” Ra’s shrugged, “Let us call him a vessel. A shell for me to wield in one way or another.”

Well, that just made Tim even more angry. Damian was his grandkid. What Tim wouldn't have given to still have his grandparents, and for Ra’s to just--If Tim wasn’t already dead set on getting Damian home, he would be after this conversation.

“You know what, Ra’s. Let me think on it a while. I’ll get back to you on my answer. I kind of want to see Damian in action a bit, learn what this training looks like in someone closer to my age.”

The man considered this for a moment before nodding, “I will let you watch his sparring session tomorrow. For now, I think we’re done. Have a good evening, Timothy.”

Tim nodded, and left. His mind was racing, he wanted another look at Jason. Wanted to tell Damian about his dad. Wanted to make sure both his brothers were okay.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he missed the black and blue clad arm that reached out from behind a curtain and yanked him back. Nightwing put a hand over Tim’s mouth to quiet him, and then pulled him out the window the curtain had been hiding. They dropped, into nothing--except it was solid?

Tim found himself inside the invisible jet. Inside, and flying away from his newly discovered siblings before he could even argue they needed to be rescued too.

One flight with Wonder Woman and Nightwing later, and Tim was home again, being told in stern tones by both Batman and Nightwing that he really needed to stop allowing himself to be kidnapped by ninjas (like he didn’t know that).

Then he was in his room, in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind whirring. He had learned two things on this trip. Two impossible things. Two things he was going to leverage as soon as he could.

It was late, and he should be sleeping, but instead he texted Steph and Cass in their little group chat.

Tim: Want to cause some chaos?

Immediately he received a response:

Steph: Always

Cass: Who are we going after?

Tim smiled, his fingers dancing over his phone:

Tim: Ra’s.

Cass: Time to teach him a lesson?

Steph: I've been waiting for this, I’ll get the kerosene

Tim: There’s more.

Cass: Tell.

The light flashed on out in the hallway, Tim could see it flicker to life under his door.

Tim: Tomorrow, lunch at that place with the sweet potato fries. Come ready to plan a kidnapping or two.

The next day Tim found both Steph and Cass waiting eagerly for him at the restaurant, a heaping plate of sweet potato fries between them.

“Spill, Bird Brain.” Stephanie said, as he sat down, pushing some fries towards him, “I want to hear everything about this crusade against Ra’s.”

Tim rolled his eyes, and snagged a fry, dipping it in one of the sauces they’d gotten to accompany it.

“As you’ve probably already guessed, I had another visit to the League compound yesterday.” Tim started, “It was more of a day trip this time, but Ra’s did his very best to sell me on signing up.”

“More posters?” Cass guessed, then shook her head seeing Tim’s expression, “What did he do?”

Tim snagged another fry, “Yes more posters, but more than that he gave me a speech right out of a How to Recruit for Dummies book, then sent me on a tour of the building.”

Steph snorted, “Please tell me you recorded it.”

“I did not, but you will never believe what I found on my tour, or to be precise who.”

Both girls paused their snacking, waiting on him to continue.

Tim dropped the first bomb, “Jason Todd, alive and breathing.”

“What, no way.” Steph said, “How’d he even get there? I thought He was buried here?”

He shrugged, “I don’t have any of the details, but they’ve got a Lazarus pit, and Ra’s is weirdly obsessed with recruiting Robin’s, so I’d say his resurrection tracks.”

“Who else was there?” Cass asked, brow furrowed.

Now this he knew neither of them would be expecting. Tim hadn’t expected it. He still couldn’t believe it.

“Ra’s al Ghul’s grandson, Damian.” Tim said, watched both girls look even more confused, then added, “The son of Bruce and Talia. At least, I’m pretty sure he’s their kid.”

The fry Stephanie was holding dropped out of her hand.

Tim watched Cass processing the information, saw her realization that there was another child being raised in the League, then saw the determination cross her face at her own personal decision.

“We are taking them both, correct?” Cass asked.

“We’re taking them both, and burning the place down.” Tim confirmed, “That should properly pay him back for all the time’s he’s kidnapped me this year.”

Steph’s lips turned up into a sharp grin, “The law of equivalent exchange.”

Tim laughed, “You’ve been watching too much tv.”

“It’s prepped me for this very moment.” she shot back, voice falsely grave.

“Batman prepared you for this very moment.” Cass elbowed her.

“No.” Tim said, “I’m going to prep you. And then we’re going to put everything in action.”

They talked, and planned, and debated the pros and cons of letting Tim get nabbed again over just going himself, and eventually after many many sweet potato fries and sodas they were ready.

It was to be infiltration first, fire and kerosene second. Obviously the place was going to go up, but only after they set the stage for rebellion and convinced Damian and Jason to go home with them. Tim didn’t think it’d be a hard sell for Jason, but the kid was another matter altogether. If Tim couldn’t convince him to come along, they may actually end up having to kidnap Damian.

A key to the plan was that only Tim, Steph, and Cass were in on it. There was no way Bruce was giving the green light for such a thing. Besides, Tim wanted to see his face when they presented him with not one, but two, rescued sons from the League.

Over the next week Tim made himself the most kidnappable he’d ever been. He wandered outside, kept to himself, and tried to look as wide eyed as possible. He lingered in parking lots, and took shortcuts down empty alleyways. Basically, he did everything he could to signal he was alone and vulnerable besides hanging a sign around his neck that said “Take me to your (ninja) leader”.

At one point he even stopped, dead center in the middle of an alley and declared, “Wow this sure is a dangerous place to be! I hope I don’t get attacked and kidnapped by ninjas!”

The only response he got that time was from an older woman who stopped at the edge of the alley and very seriously called out, “Careful, young man. Don’t you know there are killer clowns out? You best be on your way before you get hurt.”

Then, at long last, Tim caught sight of one of the League members ducking behind a shadow. He paused his walk, and leaned over as if fascinated by something on the sidewalk in front of him. By the time he’d stood, the ninja was in front of him.

Tim held up his hands in surrender, doing his best not to actually look excited. Then, he was successfully kidnapped for the fifth --and if Tim’s plan worked successfully-- final time.

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100 ways to say I love you - TimKon edition:

Number 52: “Have fun.”

Enjoy! :D

Feeling rather confused, Kon watches Tim pace the length of his bedroom. He wouldn’t be surprised if there is now a worn groove in the carpet considering how long Tim’s been at it.

After a while of watching he finally speaks up, raising an eyebrow as Tim turns around and starts the length again. ��I don’t understand why you’re being so hesitant about this.”

Tim abruptly stops his pacing and shoots Kon an incredulous stare, like he couldn’t believe Kon is questioning it. “You don’t understand? Kon this is my family we’re talking about here. When a random, out of the blue, invitation pops up inviting me along for a weekend getaway, of course I’m going to hesitate about it!”

Kon rolls his eyes at the exaggeration of his statement. “I’m pretty sure it’s normal for families to go away together Tim. Perhaps Bruce wants some family bonding?”

“Family bonding?” Tim repeats disbelievingly. “Kon, our family bonding activities usually includes us beating each other up, or alternatively joining forces to beat other people up. We don’t do family time.”

“Now you’re really exaggerating. Of course you do family time, just because you’re a family of vigilantes that doesn’t mean you don’t do family time. You just do it differently with different activities than the average American family that’s all.”

Tim blinks at him for a moment, considering Kon’s words before he snorts, shakes his head, and resumes his pacing.

Kon huffs. Moving from his leaning position against the headboard, Kon shuffles down the mattress until he’s at the foot of the bed and plants his feet to the floor with his legs spread open. When Tim walks by him, Kon reaches out to grab his wrist and then pulls him in close so he’s stood between his knees. Placing his hands on Tim’s hips Kon looks up at his boyfriend. Tim blinks and sends him an unamused look as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Kon pushes his thumbs underneath Tim’s shirt and strokes the skin there as his legs gently squeeze Tim’s. “You should go. There really isn’t a reason to put this off Tim. It’s your family at the end of the day, the trip could surprise you and you could end up thoroughly enjoying it.”

“Or it could end up being a blood bath and me regretting every life choice I’ve made.” Tim, ever the pessimist, retorts back instantly.

“You do that anyway,” Kon teases with a smile.

As Tim rolls his eyes Kon could see reminisce of a smile tugging at his lips. His boyfriend uncrosses his arms and his hands come down to rest on Kon’s shoulders, his fingers stretch out until they reach his neck and play with the hair at his nape.

“Why are you so for this happening? Do you really want to get rid of me that much?” Tim playfully comments, tugging his hair slightly.

“Of course I don’t want to get rid of you. I can’t stand being away from you no matter how long the time period is,” Kon rectifies easily, “I just think this will be good for you that’s all.”

“Then why do I feel like there’s an ulterior motive here?”

“Okay, world’s greatest detective, you got me. I’m trying to get rid of you because Bart and I are planning something that you would not approve of. With you out the way we would be able to freely implement it.”

That gets him a harder tug of the hair but all Kon could do was laugh.

“You two would still have to get through Cassie.”

“Ah, that’s the thing, while I convince you to go, Bart is busy convincing Cassie as we speak. We’ve got this all figured out.”

Tim snorts and shakes his head in amusement and a smile finally breaks out across his face. “You’re an idiot.”

Kon grins. “I’m your idiot.”

Without warning Tim leans down and captures Kon’s lips with his own, initiating a slow and intimate kiss. Kon moans into it and wraps his arms properly around Tim to drag him closer. Tim adjusts his own grip on Kon, moving his hands from his neck to his jaw where they now cup his cheeks as the kiss becomes deeper.

When they finally break apart Kon lets out a long breath and uncontrollably smiles. There’s just something about kissing Tim that makes him feel all giddy on the inside. Above him Tim appears to be in a similar state. When Kon looks at him, his cheeks are slightly flushed and his pupils had expanded, showing how much he enjoyed that.

“Anyway,” Kon breathes at after a few beats, “you should go and have fun. It’s a chance to take a break and to relax.”

Tim sighs and looks away, Kon feels a little disappointed when the smile disappears. He runs his hands up and down Tim’s sides comfortingly.

“Why don’t you go, and if you truly cannot be there for whatever reason, I can come and get you. Just give me a call, or shout, and I’ll come and grab you to bring you back. How does that sound?”

His boyfriend seems to take that into consideration and eventually agrees, accepting Kon’s offer. “Okay, that seems reasonable.”

Kon beams at him. “It’s only for a weekend. It’ll all be over before you know it.”

Tim rolls his eyes. “I can imagine it now, me watching my siblings every move just to make sure I don’t get caught off guard by any nonsense. I’m going to be so paranoid something will happen I’m not going to be able to relax or whatever.”

Reaching up, Kon flicks Tim’s forehead which emits a yelp from Tim. “Stop thinking so much about it. You’ll drive yourself into an early grave. You’ll go away, switch off, have fun, relax and come back smiling.”

“Yeah well, we’ll see.” Tim comments underneath his breath with a scowl.

Kon resists the urge to facepalm. It’s a constant battle and he just can’t win. “Then why don’t you use the opportunity to do some photography? It’ll give you an excuse to leave everyone behind for a few hours while you go off to wherever?”

Tim cocks his head to the side in thought and hums. “That’s not a bad shout actually. I didn’t think of that.”

Kon does a celebratory dance inside his mind.

He’s quickly pulled back to the present when Tim shifts in front of him. Tim places a hand against Kon’s chest and pushes so he would fall backwards onto the mattress. Kon obliges easily and his eyes widen when Tim immediately climbs on top of him. Blue eyes filled with desire meet his own and Kon couldn’t help the rush of heat that travels through his body at the sight of Tim above him.

“Enough about my family,” Tim muses quietly, he bends down so his lips were inches away from Kon’s, “let’s talk about something else.”

Kon was completely on board with that plan, even more so when no actual talking took place for the next hour or so.

#timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #domestic fluff #dramatic tim #patient kon #idiots in love #light humour #100 ways to say i love you #fluff #kissing #fanfiction

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bigskydreaming · 4 years ago

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“Just think,” Dick told him, shaking his head and looking out the bay window. “If you’d ever asked me to stay even half as often as you’ve told me to leave, we might actually have that ideal father/son relationship everyone else takes for granted we have. And how’s that for the bar being too low?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say here,” Bruce said honestly.

His son laughed, bitter and even worse than that, resigned. “I know you don’t, Bruce, and that’s the whole damn problem. World’s Greatest Detective, and here I practically hand it to you on a platter and you’re still acting like I’m speaking ancient Greek. You wanna know what I want you to say? Fine! Lemme spell it out for you! I don’t want you to say “you can stay if you’d like,” like you’re granting me freaking permission to use the bedroom you said was mine to grow up in. I want to hear you say “I want you to stay, because you’re my son and you belong here.” Do you even know the last time you did that? Can you even remember the last time you actually expressed anything in the freaking zip code of sounding like you wanted me to be here? Because I can’t. I honestly can’t, and trust me, I’ve tried.”

Dick rounded on his heel and started pacing the length of the den, small, stuttered steps spelling out his frustration in a way Bruce hadn’t seen since he was maybe twelve.

“But meanwhile,” he continued, running a hand through his hair and gripping tight at the base of the strands, “Meanwhile, every time you say something like “why don’t you stay the weekend, Alfred would like it,” I’m supposed to do the legwork there, I’m supposed to go over every fucking syllable of something like that like I’m scrying the entrails for even the faintest clue that I have not just your permission but that you’ve any kind of actual interest in me being here. I’m supposed to read between the lines of every sound you just barely grunt into existence like I’m using code-breaking techniques to uncover the deeper meaning that’s clearly just waiting to be discovered underneath all of that, but just as clearly, can’t just be fucking said out loud, because no, even this much is a Herculean effort on your part, something I’m supposed to be appropriately appreciative of....but meanwhile, anything less than total fucking mindreading on my part, as in god forbid I have any doubts whatsoever about how you really feel about me, and somehow I’m the one who’s doing something wrong here. How is that fair, B? How is any of this fair?!”

Bruce swallowed, and ignored the way his pulse pounded at the half second reveal of devastated emotion washing across Dick’s face before his son shepherded it forcefully out of sight. “It’s not.”

Dick just snorted at that, shoulders slumping as if all his frustrated energy was running right through him and leaving him empty and drained in its wake. He shook his head and barked out a single last aborted half-laugh.

“And yet here we are, with you still looking at me like you’re expecting me to have the answers here. Like you’re not the one who taught me to follow clues in the first place, the one man who normally never needs someone to draw him a map. You’ve never needed help finding a solution when you’re actually looking for one, Bruce. Actually trying. So you tell me. Is it just in my head, feeling like the bigger problem is somewhere along the way you just stopped trying with me? Or is there something maybe actually to that? Because honestly, I don’t know how else to explain things at this point.”

“I don’t know,” is all Bruce could think of to say once more, honestly. Helplessly. As expected, it didn’t help. Its just all he could think of at the moment.

Dick shook his head again and let his hands drop limply at his sides. “Yeah well, gimme a call when you figure something out there, because that at least is one riddle I’d really love an answer to, B. Do me a favor and tell Damian, Tim and Cass I had to go. I’ve got my own cases waiting for me back at home. I’ll see you later.”

He turned and left the room, letting the door swing slowly shut behind him.

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writingblock101 · 5 years ago

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Insufferable (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Request for anon: “Would you write a Damian fic that’s him basically being a total brat in the beginning and immediately starting an antagonistic or combative relationship only to be thrown on his ass when he’s like wait?? I think I actually like her?? How do I get her to stop arguing with me??

Word Count: 3,700

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

You and Damian are 12 at the beginning of this. Enjoy!

“That was awesome!” Jon grins. “But watch this!” He fires laser beams from his eyes at the target down the range.

“Whoa!” You cheer. “Oh, I got another one!” You notch and fire six consecutive arrows, hitting the target in the pattern of a smiley face.

Jon laughs.

“Can you do any other shapes?”

“I’m working on doing animals. Roy thinks it’s funny, and Jason wants me to learn how to spell out messages,” You grin proudly.

You started as a street rat in Star City inspired by Green Arrow and Arsenal but you bit off a little more than you could chew. Good thing Arsenal was there to watch your back then he found himself in possession of a protege. To this day, Roy swears he still doesn’t know how you talked him into training you, but Jason told you he has a soft spot for street kids.

You’re at the Justice League Watch Tower because apparently the Justice League wants to work out a deal with the Outlaws or something. You think it’s stupid, but you guess you can give credit to League for trying to bridge the gap between themselves and the Outlaws. Batman has failed for years to do so effectively, but then again, for the world’s greatest detective, Batman is kind of a dumbass.

Luckily, you didn’t have to sit in on the shit show because Superman brought Superboy with him, and apparently Batman is bringing Robin. Jon speaks highly of Damian, but Jason refers to him as the “demon child”. Then again, Jason didn’t like Tim for a long time, but you think Tim is cool, so maybe Jason’s wrong about Damian.

“Oh, great, another arrow,” A new voice groans from behind you.

“Damian!” Jon grins. “This is Y/N, Black Falcon!”

“I was expecting someone more impressive, but perhaps I had my standards too high for an arrow,” Damian narrows his eyes.

Okay, maybe Jason wasn’t wrong...

“Funny,” You raise an eyebrow. “I thought Robin would be taller.”

“I am a perfectly adequate height,” He growls.

“Okay, pipsqueak.”

Damian rolls his eyes again.

“It’s clear you’ve been living with Todd by your childish insults.”

“At least I don’t get mistaken for a nine-year-old.”

“Perhaps that is a problem you have. I am twelve.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You watch his jaw clench, a smirk working onto your face. It’s almost cute how hard he is pretending to not be annoyed by you.

“Y/N was showing me her archery skills! Look, she can make shapes!” Jon points toward the target downrange, probably hoping to diffuse the situation quickly building between you and Damian.

Damian rolls his eyes, looking unimpressed.

“What tactical advantage does shooting your arrows in a smiley face give you?”

“None,” You admit, slinging your bow over your shoulder. “But I bet you can’t do something more impressive.”

You see him rising to the bait as he glares at you.

“I don’t stoop to childish competitions to prove myself.”

“Come on, Dami,” Jon pleads. “Show us the trick with the Batarang and the apple!”

Damian whips around to glare at Jon for exposing him partaking in “childish competitions” while your mischievous smile deepens.

“Unless you’re scared of your party trick looking lame,” You taunt.

“It’s not a party trick!” Damian barks.

“Right because I’m sure you have a lot of use for being able to throw Batarangs at apples in the field,” You roll your eyes.

“Target practice,” Damian snaps.

“And a normal target wouldn’t work?”

Damian glares at you for a long minute.

“Whatever,” He mutters, shoving past Jon toward another room.

“Does this mean you’re going to do it?” Jon asks hopefully.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” Jon grins, then motions for you to follow him. “Come on! We’ve gotta go get apples from the cafeteria!”

“There’s a cafeteria in here?” You dazedly question, following Jon and Damian.

“Tt,” Damian rolls his eyes.

While the Outlaws have some cool technology (especially Kori’s ship!), most of their technology pales in comparison to the Justice League’s resources. Damian retrieves apples while Jon explains some of the other technology around the Watch Tower. The three of you return to the training room then Jon tosses an apple into the air.

Damian throws three Batarangs, slicing the apple into six even pieces in midair. He glances back at you, looking smug. You will admit, his accuracy is impressive. You’ve thrown knives before and it’s hard to be accurate throwing one knife at a moving object, much less three and slicing the target evenly, but of course, you can’t show that you’re impressed.

“Hey, Jon, can you slice one of these apples mid-air with your laser eyes?” You ask. “I’ve got an idea.”

Jon grins and eagerly throws an apple in a high arch, then cuts it with a blast of his laser eyes. You notch an arrow and fire it through the two apple halves, pinning it to the wall before it can hit the ground.

“Nice,” Jon praises while Damian looks bored. “My turn,” He hands you an apple to throw.

You toss it for him and Jon flashes his laser eyes again, but this time when the apple hits the ground, there’s a zig-zag pattern wrapped around it.

“That was cool!” You grin.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Damian looking at the apple with an impressed expression.

“Toss two at once,” You tell Jon, notching an arrow.

He throws two apples into the air, then you fire your arrow through both apples, pinning them to the wall.

“Tt,” Damian rolls his eyes. “Throw two more,” He tells Jon.

Jon grins, then throws two more apples. Damian throws a Batarang, one side of it catching one apple and the other burying itself into the other apple so that by the time the Batarang hits the floor, both apples are embedded on either side of it.

“I bet I can hit an apple before you can slice it with a Batarang,” You challenge Damian.

A smirk crosses his face.

“Be prepared to be disappointed.”

. . .

By the time Roy came to get you, you, Jon, and Damian had ran out of apples. Instead, Damian was throwing one of his Batarangs with a hole in the center of it while you tried to fire an arrow through the hole.

You notch another arrow then nod at Damian. He tosses the Batarang. You follow it with your arrow through the high arch then release, the arrow flying through the air and through the hole in the middle of the Batarang.

“Yes!” You cheer, high fiving Jon and Damian.

“Damian! Do you think you can hit one of Y/N’s arrows mid-air?” Jon asks.

Damian glances over at you for a moment.

“I can hit one of Y/N’s arrows easily, but will Y/N be able to hit one of my Batarangs?” He taunts.

“I could hit it in my sleep.”

Before Damian could remark with something witty, Roy interrupts.

“And as much as I would love to watch that, I don’t feel like replacing all your arrows yet. Come on, let’s go home.”

You frown at Roy but turn to Jon and Damian.

“Next time,” You promise, then follow Roy out of the room.

Jon and Damian watch you two leave then Jon turns to Damian with a grin.

“Y/N is cool. I like her.”

Damian rolls his eyes.

“She’s insufferable.”

“Sure,” Jon agrees knowingly.

Damian glares at him, ignoring the mischievous smile on Jon’s face.

. . .

You’ve never been to the Manor before, but a few months after the Justice League meeting, Jason had to retrieve some intel from Batman, and Roy sent you along with him to make sure Jason doesn’t start a fight with his foster father. He says Jason wants to set a good example for you so he won’t get in a fistfight with Bruce while you’re there.

“Alright, come on,” Jason ruffles your hair. “I know you want to see the Batcave.”

Currently, you’re sitting in the kitchen, chatting with Alfred, but at the mention of the Batcave, your face lights up.

“Thanks for the sandwich, Alfred!” You grin, chasing Jason out of the room.

“Of course,” He smiles.

Jason leads you over to the grandfather clock then moves the hands on the clock to a specific time. The clock shifts, revealing a doorway.

“Whoa,” You breathe, following Jason down the stairs into the huge cave.

You walk around the room slowly, taking everything in then you notice a figure sitting in front of the Bat computer.

“Tim!” You grin.

Tim spins around in his chair and smiles at you.

“Hey, Y/N, hey Jay. I didn’t know you guys were going to be here.”

“I’m picking up some intel from Bruce,” Jason tells him. “Roy made me bring Y/N to make sure I would be on my best behavior,” He rolls his eyes.

“And I wanted to see the Batcave,” You add.

“Bruce is in the back,” Tim jerks his head back toward a different area of the cave. “Come on, Y/N, I’ll show you around.”

You grin and eagerly follow Tim around, soaking in all the information. He shows you the various souvenirs Batman has collected from the Rogue gallery, the collection of Bat suits and past Robin suits, miscellaneous technology, and the vast array of weapons.

“This one is yours, right?” You ask, taking the bo staff off the wall.

“Yep,” Tim confirms, tucking his hands into his pockets. “You ever used one?”

“No,” You admit. “But sometimes I use my bow for hand to hand combat when I’m in a pinch. I’m not very good, but I’m getting better. Jason is helping me.”

“I could show you a few moves if you want,” Tim offers.

“Yeah!” You grin then Tim leads you onto the mats in the training area.

In comparison to Dick and Jason, Tim is fairly skinny. He doesn’t have the advantage of lots of muscle mass, so he has to compensate in different ways which is perfect for training you. While Roy and Jason are both good teachers, they are also both jacked while as of a year ago, you were starving on the streets, so you’ve been building your muscle back up, but you’re nowhere near their muscle mass (and probably never will be).

Tim shows you a few moves with his bo staff and even finds a bow for you to practice with so you can translate the moves over to your choice of weapon. He also shows you a few moves that allow you to flip someone over, even when they are heavier than you.

You push with your legs, driving your hips forward and pull down on Tim’s left arm, forcing him over your shoulder. Tim hits the ground with an “oof” but grins up at you.

“That was good,” He praises then you hear a familiar scoff behind you.

“That was child’s play,” Damian cross his arms.

Tim sighs, sitting up.

“Oh yeah?” You cross your arms. “Come on the mats, I’ll show you child’s play.”

Damian rolls his eyes.

“If I wanted an easy fight, I’d spar Drake.”

“Thanks,” Tim remarks sarcastically.

“Afraid you’re going to lose?” You taunt.

“Tt, I’ve fought against opponents twice your size blindfolded and won. I don’t fear losing.”

“Sounds like a lot of excuses to me.”

“I spend my training time improving, not fighting those beneath me.”

“Beneath you?” You question. “You’re three feet tall. There’s not many people beneath you.”

Tim snickers from the mats while Damian glares at you.

“I am not short!” He protests.

“Sure you aren’t, champ,” You smile condescendingly. “You’re just fun sized!”

Damian glowers at you then steps onto the mats.

“Fine. I’ll partake in your pathetic training exercise.”

You grin then Tim steps off the mats to let you two spar, watching from the side. You will admit that you may be a bit out of your depth by sparing Damian. It’s no secret that he is very well trained and an extremely talented fighter. You’re more a long-range type of fighter, but he’s too damn smug for you to not at least try to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Somehow, you manage to shake out of Damian’s hold, flinging him off you.

Damian is a good fighter, but you know you’re putting up one hell of a fight right now. He lunges forward, and that’s when you see your opportunity. One minute, Damian is upright, in fighter’s guard, ready to strike, the next minute, he’s on his back staring at the ceiling, all the air knocked out of his lunges.

“Nice job, Y/N!” Tim grins while you cheer, running over to high five him.

“It worked!” You grin. “That was so cool.”

Damian slowly sits up, looking a little dazed then Jason walks over and announces that it’s time to go.

“Bye Tim!” You grin then smirk at Damian. “See you later, Bat Brat!”

Damian doesn’t even have a witty remark to shoot back at the insulting nickname you yelled to him. Once you and Jason leave the cave, Tim looks over at Damian with a knowing grin.

“You look a little starry-eyed there, Dames,” Tim shoots him a shit-eating grin. “Someone has a crush.”

“Shut up, Drake,” Damian growls. “I do not have a crush.”

“Oh please, everyone in this family practically falls in love when they meet someone who can knock them on their ass. I know that look. You like Y/N.”

“No, I do not,” Damian snaps, getting to his feet. “She is insufferable and you’re even bigger idiot than I thought if you think I would ever be attracted to someone like her,” He storms out of the cave while Tim grins.

. . .

Initially, you didn’t want to join the Teen Titans. You think something similar to the Outlaws is more appealing than the Teen Titans, but Roy and Kori convince you to give it a chance. The Titans had an especially big mission that they needed some extra manpower on so you agreed to help.

Low and behold, no one other than Damian Wayne is leading the team. You stroll into the tower with an overnight bag slung over your shoulder, Damian not noticing you until you say:

“Wow, Robin. I remember when I was taller than you. Then again, everyone was taller than you.”

Puberty was kind to Damian, finally blessing him with his father’s height. While Damian doesn’t have near the muscle mass of Bruce (what seventeen year old does?), you predict that Damian will eventually be taller than Bruce.

Damian sighs, slowly turning to face you with an unimpressed look.

“I see your humor hasn’t improved with age.”

“I see you still have a stick up your ass.”

It’s been a few years since you’ve seen Damian. Both of you have grown more into yourselves and improved skills, but some things never change.

“Why are you here?” Damian demands.

“Didn’t you hear? I’m your extra manpower on this mission,” You grin viciously. “I’m Y/N,” You introduce to the few Teen Titans you don’t recognize.

“Great, the Justice League is dooming us to fail,” Damian rolls his eyes.

“They did that when they put you in charge,” You snap back.

“Yes, and I suppose you’ve had lots of experience leading your nonexistent team.”

“Cute,” You sneer, shifting the bag on your shoulder. “I’m going to go claim a bed,” You announce then wander further into the tower.

“So, Dames,” Gar asks. “Who’s your friend?”

“Not a friend,” Damian growls.

“You wish she were more than a friend,” Jon grins.

“No, I do not,” Damian snaps.

“I dunno,” Gar trails off. “It seemed flirty to me. What do you think, Jon?”

“Definitely flirty,” Jon agrees.

“Shut up,” Damian growls. “I was not flirting with Y/N. She is insufferable,” Then Damian storms off.

Gar and Jon exchange a look.

“He’s so into her,” Gar insists.

“Has been since we were twelve,” Jon confirms.

. . .

You’ll admit it. Damian is a good leader. He’s a smug dick, but he’s good at what he does. Of course, just like any other of Damian’s talents, you would never admit this to him. His ego is big enough without you inflating it anymore.

And while Damian is a good leader and a fantastic planner, sometimes, plans go astray, like this plan, right now.

“Shit,” Robin curses.

You frown from where you’re keeping watch while Robin hacks into the compound files.

“What is it?” You ask.

“They’ve got a highly advance software on here that will recover any deleted files from the hard drive,” Robin frowns.

It was a rescue and extraction mission from a highly advanced facility experimenting on kidnapped kids to make super humans. The rest of the team was evacuating the facility while you and Robin went to extract data and destroy files.

“So, we have to destroy the computer system,” You frown, looking at the vast system which spreads across the huge room then look in your quiver. “I only have two exploding arrows left and they aren’t strong enough to take out everything.”

Robin curses in Arabic.

“I don’t have enough explosives on me to destroy the whole system either. Perhaps Superboy could--” He’s cut off by the sound of footsteps running your direction.

You draw your bow again, ready to fire.

“Looks like we’ve been found.”

As the first security guard rounds the counter, you let the arrow fly, shooting him in the shoulder. Robin uses a flying roundhouse to knock out the guard while you fire an arrow at a guard attempting to sneak up on him. You fire another arrow then punch a nearby guard in the face. Before the guard can recover, you backhand him with your bow then knock him backward with a front kick.

“Black Falcon!” Robin calls, then flings a guard toward you.

You fire an arrow into the guard’s shoulder and knee, the man collapsing to the ground with a scream.

“We’ve gotta figure out how to destroy that computer without blowing up the building,” You grab Robin’s arm. “Come on, before they send more guards!”

Robin nods, running back to the computer room with you, emptying the small explosives he carries with him.

“These will take out some of the systems, but it won’t destroy the whole thing,” Robin frowns, digging through his utility belt.

“What if I fire my explosive arrows at them? Between both of the explosives, that would be enough, right?”

Robin pauses to think for a moment then begins arranging the explosives in a specific pattern.

“Can you fire both of your explosive arrows at the same time?”

“Pft, easily.”

Robin nods then finishes arranging the explosives.

“We need to get to a higher vantage point,” He pauses, looking around the room, then spots a vent. “There.”

“Uh… You’re a little big for a vent, don’t you think?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at Robin’s broad shoulders.

“Getting into small, high places is Nightwing’s specialty. I am more than capable.”

You shrug.

“Whatever you say.”

“I’ve set the explosives to be a chain reaction. Fire at that one,” Then Robin points to the explosives at the top of the chain and you two make your way into the vent.

While it’s a tight squeeze for Robin, he’s true to his word and maneuvers expertly into the vent. The only feasible way to hold your bow is sideways, but you’ve shot sideways plenty of times.

“You ready, Bat Brat?” You ask.

Robin nods curtly, clearly unimpressed with the old nickname. You grin at him then fire at the explosives.

. . .

The rest of the mission goes smoothly. All of the people experimented on are getting medical attention, any of the Titans that were injured are being patched up, and there were no casualties. You don’t mind the Titans. Heck, you might even join the team.

Currently, you’re sitting on the roof of the tower, your feet dangling over the edge. While the Titans are cool, you enjoy your tall perches. You blame Roy for introducing you to the thrilling world of heights.

Someone silently sits down next to you. You don’t even have to turn your head to know who it is.

“You’ve got a good team, Dames,” You tell him.

“They’re adequate,” He says simply.

“That’s pretty high praise coming from you,” You tease.

Damian rolls his eyes.

“You were also… adequate on the mission.”

“Aw sucks, Dames. You’re gonna make me blush.”

Damian rolls his eyes again.

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” You tell him, bumping his shoulder. “You’re a good leader. This team is lucky to have you.”

You see Damian look down out of the corner of your eye. You turn to see him hiding a blush.

“Aw, Damian, are you blushing?” You tease, poking his cheek.

“Shut up!” Damian snaps, his face growing darker. He bats your hand away. “I’m not blushing!”

“Sure you’re not,” You grin, leaning back on your hands and admiring the city.

You two sit in silence for a few minutes, watching the sunset over the city. Maybe Roy and Kori are right. Maybe it’s time for you to join a team of your own…

“I…” Damian starts slowly. “I enjoyed having you in the field today.”

You look over at Damian with a shit-eating grin.

“Careful, Dames. With words like that, you might make me think you actually like me.”

Damian blushes again, looking irritated.

“Your personality is insufferable, but you have good skills.”

“Uh-huh,” You nod, not buying anything he is saying. “Is that why you’re sitting on the roof with me and not your teammates?”

Damian doesn’t say anything which only deepens your grin.

“I enjoyed today too. We work well together,” You say. “I think I’ll have to tag along on another mission soon.”

“...I’d like that,” Damian admits.

You grin again, laying your head on Damian’s shoulder.

“You know, you may be a cocky son of a bitch, but you’re alright, Dames.”

“You’re still insufferable,” Damian tells you but leans his head on yours anyways.

“I don’t know who you think you’re fooling with that line.”

“I don’t need to fool anyone, it’s the truth!”

“Uh-huh, Dames. Sure it is.”

Me? Write a Damian fic where I’m happy with his dialog and characterization? It’s more likely than I thought.

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kimberly-spirits13 · 5 years ago

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You’re Alive??? (Request)

Paring: Batfam x Batsis

Synopsis: (Based from 6 Underground) You were presumed dead 5 years ago by your family during a mission gone wrong. After a while they supposedly moved on with their lives. Meanwhile, you had actually runaway with a new team. Now that you’re back in Gotham you wonder what your family is up to now a day and if you really can keep undercover without the world’s greatest family of detectives finding you.

Warnings: Mentions of death, angst, swearing, killing (non -graphic), I have never seen the 6 Underground so I read a bunch of character synopsis and cast interviews so I hope I get it decently right, sad Damian and guilty Timmy at the end lol

Note: Flashbacks are in italics, Y/S/H/N= Your Superhero Name, Y/N/N= Your Nickname

Word Count: 3044

Five years ago, you were in Rio waiting to head out and take down one of the drug lords that had a hand in shipping Cobra Venom. Tim and Bruce had tracked it down along with some help from a few members that were interrogated by you and your older brother Jason. The night was cool and the undergrounds of the city were alive with action. Your squad, Red Robin, Nightwing, and yourself were traveling underground the targeted warehouse. Black Bat and Spoiler were covering the sides above ground and the rest were ready for the signal to enter in through the skylight.

The tension was rising in the air mostly from you as you knew that this would be the last night that you saw all of your siblings. It was a daunting thing to ponder on, leaving Gotham and the only family that you had ever known but tonight was about to be the start of an irreversible new beginning. You headed to the doors that secretly led to the main part of the room. Robin from above called out the positions, and at the signal given by Bruce, your squad jumped into action and flew out of the trap door to ambush the targets.

Everything was going well until one of them slipped out of the back.

“I got him!” You yelled running for the motorcycle that he had left running when he took his own.

The moment that the engine started, you were flying down the street yelling at people to get out of the way as the chase began. It was exciting at first, but your stomach churned at the thought of purposely flying off of a cliff and trusting someone that you hardly really know to save you from a rocky death. The streets became closer and closer to the cliffs as your family finished up in the warehouse and were now coming after you.

You looked behind you to see the lights of their bikes behind you getting closer and closer.

“Y/S/H/N! Slow down we can catch him, you’re getting too close to the cliffs!” Red Robin called on the comm.

“Back off, I’ve got this one.” You sped up seeing the checkpoint coming up that you were to jump from, “Ohhh shit Y/N, don’t fuck this up please.” You thought.

It was important to actually catch the guy so when you go to the checkpoint, you fired off a shot that took out the wheels of the perp, leaving him crashed on the side of the road as you went off the cliff. You could hear screaming from above as you mentally cursed yourself for getting into this.

“ONE NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME TO CATCH ME!” You said into your new comm after crushing the one that your family used.

“Gotcha.” You felt someone grab you up before the motorcycle blew up on the rocks, seemingly leaving you to your watery grave. The two of you disappeared and you watched from afar as your family scrambled to find you, only seeing the tarnished cloth that came from your costume.

Your heart hurt for them and you knew that they might never forgive you if they ever found out what happened. But, now that was in the past, now it was time to start a new life.

“So, you ready to join the team Eight?” One asked smiling at you.

“I just faked myself in front of my family, so yeah I don’t think I have a choice.” You replied as he patted your back laughing some.

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That was five years ago today. The team had welcomed you and now the only name that you knew was Eight. Four and Seven were chilling on the couch at the base and the rest were just around minding their own business.

“Hey Eight.” 4 said as you sat down on your phone.

“Sup.” You replied scrolling through the news.

There was an article that caught your attention and you stopped. It was from Gotham. One of the people that you and the team had been hunting down was suspected to be there. He was in Gotham for “business” but you knew that that business was dirty and corrupt, painted by the blood of the innocent. One came into the room and everyone looked at him as he called the team over to the briefing room.

“So, you guys remember our friend Mr. Whitestone right?” He asked pulling up a picture of the man.

The team nodded as you crossed your arms knowing where this was going.

“Well, he’s in Gotham right now for what we here call the drug Coachella.” “Our mission is to take him and is comrades down.” He looked at you for a second and then spoke again, “Our only issue is keeping away from the Batman and his posy.”

You looked down for a second at the floor and then back up realizing what this meant for you.

“We leave on Thursday so be ready. It should be a quick in and out mission and if we finish everything on time, we can come back on Saturday.”

Everyone left after the briefing but you who stayed behind.

“You’re seriously going to risk being caught by Batman and the rest of them?” You asked, “He’s the world greatest detective, not just some idiot in a costume running around with the GCPD.”

“I trust that with your guidance we can stay in the shadows without being caught.” “It will be in and out faster than they can blink.” One said.

“Yeah but you also have to remember that Whitestone will also be on their radar so we’ll be after the same person at the same time. Look if this gets blown, I don’t know what I have to do. You had better know what you’re doing One.” You walked out of the room and back to your bedroom to think about everything and pack some for the trip. It was going to be a long week of backstabbing your family once more and the guilt was starting to ride up bit by bit, little by little.

Thursday had come and everyone was ready to move out.

“You ready for this?” One asked with a hand on your shoulder.

“Yep.” You replied stepping away and getting into the car that would take everyone to the hotel.

The car pulled up through the traffic and you guys walked upstairs to your rooms. You were sharing a room with Five and Two. You looked in the mirror at your dyed hair to see the new blonde color instead of the black that you had so famously inherited from Bruce. Maybe it wouldn’t be a big help, but it was better than nothing. Tonight, would be filled with patrolling the areas of the target and possibly taking a few down but really, that was Friday’s objective.

You and the team left the hotel to go patrol yourselves around Gotham. It was early but the targets were already out doing whatever illegal shit they would be partaking in for the night. You and your squad stalked one of them. Two was about to make her move when you pulled her back.

“Wait, just let me take this one. I used to come to Gotham a lot, I know where everything is.” You whispered before jumping down and gagging the man so that he couldn’t make a noise.

One had informed that the team didn’t need intel from him so you didn’t bother asking questions.

“Run, don’t make a sound and I’ll let you live.” You whispered into his ear.

He whimpered and you let him go before killing him with what might look be similar to a batarang.

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“This can’t be real.” Tim whispered under his voice, “That’s her! That’s Y/N.”

He was watching the security cameras closely and saw your figure, “That’s the form that she would use and everything.” “Plus, she knew where the security cameras were.”

“What are you over here mumbling about Timmy?” Dick came and sat down next to him as he whipped newly formed tears from his eyes.

“Tim what’s wrong?” Dick went into mother mode and was now actually greatly concerned for Tim.

“I think I found her. Y/N is still alive.” Tim whispered, “Look at this.”

Dick watched the video and his eyes went wide, “That was her form and everything. I mean it’s unmistakable.” “She would always throw it in that way and then step back with her left foot.” “Wait.”

Tim looked up with almost a shade of terror in his eyes.

“That’s blonde hair not black like Y/N had.” Dick remarked falling back into the chair, “it just can’t-.”

Tim cut him off, “Y/N TOLD ME THAT IF SHE EVER DYED HER HAIR IT WOULD BE BLONDE!”

“When did she tell you that?” Dick asked rubbing his eyes.

“She told me the exact shade right before her last mission.” Tim Googled the shade and then color matched it in the right light, “That’s it too.”

“Tim, this is a great dream but, it can’t be. We all saw that wreak.” He said looking at his younger brother.

“No, Dick, you’ve always told me that if I know for sure that something is the way it is, I should go after it. I KNOW that this is her.” “And, if we track based off of the person that was killed...” He stopped for a moment thinking, “The next logical target is Aron Whitestone.”

“Timmy, if you really think that this is her... we need to go find her.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Tim called in Jason and the three of them decided that this would be their secret incase the lead was wrong. Jason would be the one to go after her and the two of them would be in the background.

The team was following Mr. Whitestone and his posy when you started getting a bad feeling about still being in Gotham. Last night your kill was sloppy. You realized that maybe it was on purpose but at the same time it might not be worth risking blowing your cover over.

Like last night you, and now the entire team was stalking the group of 6 that were walking around the docks.

“Of course, it HAD to be the docks.” You thought, “These people must be new in town.” You smiled some remembering what it was like to wait with Tim or even Jason when he was Robin listening to the men’s conversations.

“What’s so funny?” Four asked looking at you.

“Nothing.” Your smile immediately dropped as you scanned around the area to search for maybe a Black Bat or stray Batgirl running around or perched on a stacked train car. To your partial avail, you saw no one.

“Eight, you take Mr. Whitestone, the rest, take the ones around him.” One said.

“Why does Eight get the best one?” Four asked.

“No questions just go.” One said dropping down.

Just as you finished off the man someone grabbed you. You flipped the person over your back and stopped when you saw the giant red helmet looking at you.

“Y/N?” He asked as you noticed the team ready to take him.

“Stand down.” You said pinching the bridge of your nose. They didn’t, “I said stand the fuck down.”

That got their attention for once.

“We thought you were dead.” You pulled him up, “And who are these guys.”

“Hood... I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I really can’t.” You answered looking back at One who was now looking at someone behind you.

“You really do.” You turned around to see Red Robin and Nightwing.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked.

“No, I think the question is what are YOU doing here?” Nightwing remarked walking closer to you, “That form isn’t really a good way of hiding your identity Y/N/N and I know you knew that.”

“Just give me a second.” You walked over to One and the rest of the team.

“So does this mean I’m kicked off?” You asked, “I mean they know about me now which sort of defeats this entire dead man thing.”

One was also confused and partially irritated, “I need to think about it. Maybe you are.”

“What if I just joined in when you need me?” You asked, “I mean then it wouldn’t be as you know... violating of the code.”

“Just go with them. I’ll know where to find you when I have a decision.” He said. “Team, let’s move out.”

You watched them leave, only Five coming to give you a small hug. After that, you were at the mercy of your brothers.

“Okay... what the hell was that?” Jason asked getting visibly angry.

“Those people are my team. They are who I’ve been with for the past five years.” You said fiddling with your fingertips.

“Why did you disappear like that?” Tim asked.

“I-I...” You fell into silence as a tear streaked down your face of all of the years pent up alone, guilt eating you alive.

Nightwing was the first one to pull you into a massive hug followed by Tim and then eventually Jason. You smiled some at the feeling before sighing.

“You guys are actually going to kill me.” They stepped back to let you explain, “Five years ago was not a nice place for me.” “I needed to break out of my shell and leave. I had accidently killed someone and thought that when Bruce found out, he would kick me out or send me to Arkham.” “I found One, and went with his crazy idea of starting a new team of undercovers.” “I never thought of the consequences and acted brashly. I’m sorry for the hell that I must have put everyone through. It wasn’t right and it was selfish, but I never could stop thinking of everyone and I just... it was fun for a bit and then it wasn’t.”

“So for five years you’ve been living as a ghost going around the world with seven other people fighting crime?” Tim asked you.

“Yell technically six others. Our driver was killed.” You said getting a look from the three of them, “Legitimately killed.”

“Well, do you want to go back to the manor?” Dick asked.

“Do you think anyone would even want me?” You asked looking at the ground.

“Y/N, I know they would.” Jay said, “Now come on before anymore creeps show up around here.”

You laughed as they took you back to the cave where everyone else had already met up for the night.

“You’re back late.” Steph said.

“Yeah well we had some business to take care of.” Jason replied, “Oh Steph, you might want to sit down.”

“Wait why?” She asked.

You stepped out from behind the boys and smiled shyly.

“Y/N?” She screamed jumping up and tackling you to the ground.

“Shit Steph.” You laughed some as she hugged you greatly.

“What is wrong with Brown?” You heard someone else enter the cave a few minutes later she stepped aside, letting you up before you were almost taken down by Damian again.

He came at you with his swords yelling and cursing at whatever dared to pretend to be his beloved dead sister.

“Woah there Demon.” Tim yanked him away from you and explained that it was in fact you.

With a moment’s notice you heard the clatter of fallen swords and then the weight of a now 13 year old Damian latched on you.

“Hey Dames.” You said hugging him tightly.

“W-what happened to you?” He asked crying some into your shirt.

“I did some really dumb things Dames. I just didn’t want you to grow up with me as your example.” You replied now carrying him like you used to when he was younger.

“But I would have never looked down upon you.” Damian said.

“I know, and I’m so so so so so terribly sorry. There aren’t enough words in the universe to tell you how sorry I am for leaving you.” You stopped dead in your tracks upon seeing the rest of the family.

The rest of the family reunion was sweet and long overdone. You mended ties with Bruce and told him everything that had happened. Maybe it was for the best that you had gone away for a bit just to clear your mind. But one thing now was for sure that you didn’t know what was next. You couldn’t just leave the team that you were on but you sure as hell weren’t going to leave your family again.

“Miss. Y/N there is someone here to see you.” Alfred said stepping into the library where you were hanging out with Damian.

“Alright, thank you.” You replied, “I promise I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

Damian nodded letting go of your hand as you walked downstairs to the front door.

“Eight.” One said greeting you with your bags.

“So, does this mean I’m off the team?” You asked taking them and putting them aside.

“Well, I think it does. But not permanently. I have discussed it but I think that the best thing that you can do now that your priorities have changed is to join us for missions in which we need your assistance.” He explained, “So for now, yes, you are off the team, but rest assured that if there is anything that we need, Eight is the first person that we come to.” “You are however never allowed to mention this to anyone.”

“Sworn to secrecy, yes I know.” You smiled some, a real, genuine smile this time.

“Okay. I hope to see you soon.” He nodded letting you give him a small hug.

“You too.” You said, “Oh and One?”

“Yep?”

“I told you that they would find me. World’s greatest detectives. Remember?” You smirked crossing your arms.

“Yes, the nights spent figuring out cases with a sassy and irritable bat are something I cannot forget.” He replied walking down the stairs as you shut the door behind him, racing back up to the library to join Damian and later catch up with everyone on the last five years.

Note: Okay, so I really hope that I did this right. I haven’t watched 6 Underground so please just take it easy on me. I did however really like the request so regardless I wanted to see what I could do. Please, if you have any critiques or requests, send them my way. Does anyone have anything Marvel that they’d like to see? I was thinking of maybe Tony Stark daughter or something but I don’t mind. You guys are great, hope you’re staying safe and staying healthy. Have a wonderful week! 😊

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Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: Tim’s been acting weird and you ask Damian if he knows anything. Warnings: Language, that’s it? All fluff all the time. Word Count: 1.1k A/N: Not a request, something I wrote a bit ago and didn’t post. Haven’t had a chance to write anything new in a bit, but felt you all deserved a new story…so here you go!

You sat in the Manor, waiting for Tim to get off patrol. This had become your normal routine and at this point you spent more time at the Manor than your own house. You didn’t have any family in Gotham, and the apartment you lived in was often crowded with your roommate’s friends, so you preferred it this way. As you flipped through the channels on tv, Damian stalked into the living room and sat beside you on the couch.

“Y/L/N, I see you are invading my house again.”

“Oh so sorry for the intrusion, Dami. Claire has like ten drunk idiots over at my apartment right now. But I can go…” You made no efforts to move, as you knew Damian would never truly ask you to leave.

“You are already here. No sense in leaving now.”

“Hmm, so did you go out tonight?”

“Father made me stay home. According to him, I acquired too much homework and my ankle still pains me.”

“Both good reasons.”

“Tt.”

Your eyes traced circles around the room until you finally asked Damian the question that had been plaguing your mind. “Has Tim been acting strange towards you lately?”

“No. Drake has been the same.”

“Hm, has he mentioned me? That I’ve done something wrong?”

“Drake is in love with you, therefore he discusses you quite frequently. Some of his lovesick recollections are painstakingly dull.”

“I…what…wait. Love? Damian Wayne do not make up stories about your brother.”

“I would –” Just as Damian was about to scoff at such an idea, Tim walked into the living room.

“Hey Y/N/N. I’m just going to shower real quick and then we can go grab some food.”

“Sounds good, take your time!” You were trying to hurry Tim out of the room so you could further discuss Damian’s confession. Alas, you were too late, as Damian had already moved from the couch when you turned your attention back to him. Dammit. It didn’t take long for Tim to come back down and for the two of you to make your way to the diner. Fine. I’m just going to ask him. This is stupid, we’ve been friends for years.

“Tim, is everything okay?”

“Okay? Yeah. Of course. Why would you think it wouldn’t be okay?”

“I dunno, you’ve just been acting strange.”

“I have not.”

“Timothy Jackson Drake do not try to get out of this discussion. We both know you have been. See! You can’t even look at me!”

Tim lifted his head and stared directly into your eyes. “I’m looking at you now.”

You huffed at his stubbornness, you needed a different strategy. “Fine. How was work tonight then?”

“The usual.” Tim grabbed a fry and plucked it into his mouth. “Still on low level stuff since what happened last month. Bruce is paranoid.”

“Eh, I’d say he’s just being cautious. How are you doing since what happened?”

“Honestly, I’m good. Bruises and scrapes all healed.”

“Yeah, but physically you weren’t in that bad of shape. How are you doing mentally? What even did you see? You never told me.”

“Okay, I guess. It’s not like I never think about that stuff to begin with. Scarecrow’s mojo just enhanced it all.”

“You’re still missing an answer there.” You commented as you shoveled some fries into your mouth, waiting on his reply.

“I don’t know, the usual stuff. What does it even matter?!” Tim was clearly getting agitated from beratement of questions, but you didn’t know what else to do. He used to talk to you about this stuff, about everything, but ever since he got hit with the Scarecrow toxin last month he’s been avoiding actually talking to you. Talking to you about anything real.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay Timmy.” You mumbled into the half empty milkshake in front of you.

“I’m sorry, I just. I saw you die okay. Happy?”

“You saw me die? No wonder you’ve been so weird. Why were you afraid to tell me that? I’ve been sitting here going crazy worrying about you the past month!” You shot a frustrated glare in his direction, thinking the whole thing was ridiculous. Why was it such a big deal he saw you dying, you had nightmares about him dying – nightmares where you woke up screaming.

“I think about you being dead and I freeze. I don’t know what –” Tim cut himself off, but you were making too much progress for this to be the end of the conversation.

“Tim, I couldn’t handle it if you died either. I think it would break me. But you have to talk to me, I felt like I was losing you,” you quickly corrected yourself, “you were losing yourself.” You could see Tim flush as he processed your words.

“Not losing myself, just taking a mental toll. Seeing you dead in my arms, before I could even –“ Tim shook his mind free from the debilitating memory, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Hm.” Your mind went wild as the two of you finished the meal. It doesn’t matter? Well it does if you love me. Damian sure thinks you do. Unless he was just messing with me…

The two of you were nearly silent until you held the motorcycle helmet in your hand, Tim already on the bike.

“You coming, Y/N/N?” He questioned as he watched you stare down at the helmet, unmoving.

You looked into his eyes and took a step closer, “I love you Tim.”

Tim chuckled, it’s not like the two of you hadn’t said it before. But it was always under a platonic blanket. “Love you too, Y/N/N. Now get on before I leave you.”

You let the helmet drop to the ground and enveloped his hands with yours, “No. Tim. I love you.” You stared into his eyes, willing him to understand. For one of the world’s greatest detectives, he could be remarkably thick sometimes. Especially when it came to emotions, though you supposed that ran in the family.

Tim looked down at your clasped hands, and then back up into your eyes. “Oh. Like, actually?” You could see Tim’s breathing grow more and more erratic. You brought your hands up to his face.

“Like actually.” You tipped your head down and pressed your lips to his, hoping that he would return the kiss and you had not just ruined your friendship. Your shoulders relaxed as Tim leaned further into you. As the two of you broke apart Tim looked into your eyes.

“I realized my worst fear was you dying in my arms before I could tell you. Tell you that I have loved you since the day we met. You are my whole world.”

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