#agent of chaos stephanie brown

[cephalog0d]

Batkid Drabbles - "Exaggerate"

"What is this?" Dick's tone said he had a guess and didn't like it. Tim flinched.

"Uh…research project?"

"Is this a death ray?!"

"No! It's not a death ray-"

"Timothy Jackson Drake."

"Busted," Jason sing-songed quietly.

"You helped!" Tim immediately retorted.

"Me? Helpful? Sounds fake."

"Jason."

"Wait, how come I get full-named and he doesn't?!"

"You both got the Dad Voice," Steph threw in, momentarily derailing Dick's lecture.

"I do not have a Dad Voice."

"You can call it a Leader Voice if it makes you feel better," she said condescendingly.

Tim quietly shifted his project out of sight.

(Crossposted from AO3)

[zephyr-ro-emenki]

Random Batfam Headcanon's #15:

(continuation of Headcanon #12)

One of Steph's personal favorite posts was a video she posted titled "Ranking my Father(in-law)'s former lovers" and she has an entire Tier maker list created, that doesn't use any real pictures of the Lovers, just out of context photos that only people in the know would know.

Selina's picture is just a random picture of her actual Cats ("She's Chatty, she's able to help me whenever I forget my Keys, She's able to Acquire the best Christmas presents! A Tier.")

Thalia's is a picture of the stereotypical Witches Cauldron filled with a green liquid ("She's Rich, she has an army of Assassins at her beck and call, Dad was apparently Happy when he was with her??? Unfortunately, she's in a very patriarchal dominant home life with her birth family, her father forcibly broke off the relationship, and she STILL hasn't sent me a Birthday Gift!!! C Tier. Buuuutttt she mothered the current Robin, so, for him, I'll bump her up to a B.")

Harvey's picture was just a ¢50 piece she found while walking around that had a lot of grime on one half of the coin ("I'm not fully sure about this one, I never met them when they were sane, but apparently they were really good friends. It's not going so well now, so I'll put it at a C Tier.")

Harley's Photo was literally just a Selfie of Steph with Harley's Jacket draped over her head ("This one is being put into an immediate D Tier, not because they weren't Wholesome (I've heard stories), but Because she is finally happy and in a stable relationship with her own Girlfriend, and honestly me and my own relationship partner view them as Goals for our own relationship. She's also currently his therapist, so D Tier.")

Steph was completely silent as she moved The random Image of a Joker Card to a Tier Below F titled "The most Toxic relationship you will ever see"

The internet exploded when people noticed the 2 images at S Tier, one of them being Wonder Woman's Logo, and the other being Superman's iconic S emblem, but a pair of wedding bands were laid atop the S. ("Look, Princess {referring to the WW Logo} is both his second eldest's favorite person in the world, but she is also the biggest female goal any of us can have. They are adorable, they are funny, this man had to serenade a group of people just so he can save her ass. If that's not love, what is? S Tier. Now, as for the Couple {referring to the Superman Logo}, Dad has somehow been shepherded into an existing relationship, and I think the wife in that relationship just assumed that they also got our dad as a package deal with her own legal husband. Yes, they had THAT bad of a pining for each other. I, sadly, was not around to see the forming of the relationship, but it was reportedly the most awkward 3 years of Coworkers pining after each other anybody has ever seen, and if it wasn't for the Couples Youngest inheriting the "special trait" of the husband of that relationship, we'd be sat here questioning who the father was. It's also, like, the biggest bragging right, so S Tier.")

And then finally there was just a picture of a Bat. ("This man has an almost unhealthy relationship with the Bats in his mancave. He's named all of them. Well, his eldest named all of the original ones, he's just... Continued to name all the new one's that migrate into the cave?? He gets them vaccinated and takes them to the Vet??? B Tier, I'm putting them above Robin's Mom.")

[insonniacaotica]

New hires

Stephanie Brown: I'm Robin now

Jason, who had beaten Tim two days earlier: F*ck, I didn't think they'd be so quick with the new hires.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Ninja Hide-And-Seek

by gotham_cat Tim Drake decides the Batfam need a bonding activity to bring them back together. He decides on Ninja Hide-And-Seek. Chaos ensues. Or… The Batfamily are too good for normal hide-and-seek, so over the years they have perfected a new version, which they christened ‘Ninja Hide-And-Seek’. Tim decides to reinvent the game and use it to remind his family of their friendship. Words: 671, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman - Fandom, DC Comics, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Red Robin - Character, Batman, Agent A, Black Bat, Spoiler, Robin, Barbara Gordon, Oracle, Signal Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Fluff, Tim Drake-centric, My first proper fic so please don’t be too harsh, but constructive criticism is fine :), Crack, Angst, but not really, only brief and I still don’t know whether it actually counts as angst so it’s probably all right, Tim is sleep deprived, But when he gets sleep he’s unstoppable via https://ift.tt/RN5HJaY

[redrapscalian]

For Everyone New to Batfam Fandom

Do all the Robins in fanart look identical to you? Here's how to tell your BatBoys apart:

Dick Grayson: First Robin, oldest. Anything talking about "big brother moment/vibes/energy" is likely Dick. In the height lineup he is second tallest, and his hair has a little swoop off to the side. In incorrect quotes and art he's generally a soft "big bro" character and "innocent" (everyone knows he isn't and it's kind of a meme at this point). Is he wearing blue? Doing gymnastics? Wearing the Nightwing suit? Have a blue speech bubble/text? Blue character line art? Dick Grayson. In his early Robin days he had the least amount of pants.

Jason Todd: Second Robin, second oldest. He's the big boy, the tallest one, absolute tank of a man. He's usually drawn with a white streak in his hair and a bit gruff/scraggly looking. Angy. He's also known as Red Hood/The Red Hood and wears a- you guessed it- full-face red mask. "Has gun" is a staple in a lot of his art. While the other Robins carry staffs, swords, and various bomb weapons, Jason actually invested in a firearm. His fandom-assigned colour is red, so red text, line art, and speech bubbles is Jason. His early Robin suit has slightly more pants than Dick got, but they're still in briefs territory.

Tim Drake: Third Robin, he actually got pants with his robin suit. Depending on the art, he's usually drawn with a sort of crew-cut hairstyle or curtain middle part. Typically drawn as a teenager/younger adult, and third in the height order. Does he look like a little nerd? That's because he is, that's Tim for 'ya. Is the Robin hopelessly sleep deprived, chugging cups of coffee, or hacking the pentagon? Tim Drake! Tim's colour is typically yellow, so text, speech bubbles, etc, you get the idea.

Stephanie Brown: Fourth Robin. The girl one. But seriously, she's blonde, generally a positive influence in art, but is a wild card for all intents and purposes. She's special in that people use her presence in incorrect quotes and art to be either peacekeeping and an angel or a complete agent of chaos, and it can flip flop either way. I've seen her colour be pink, baby blue, and a few other colours. Wears a pretty typical Robin suit.

Damien Wayne: Fifth Robin, Batman's biological son. He's the youngest and smallest, drawn with darker skin and usually short, neat hair. Says "father" instead of dad and talks very formally. Typically a rabid child in most fanart, he wields two swords and is seen threatening violence upon his brothers in art and incorrect quotes. Loves animals and is sometimes drawn with his dog. His Robin suit is mostly black with some yellow highlights, and his domino mask is green instead of black like the other Robins. His colour is green, so green text bubbles, line art, and text are probably Damien.

[thrushforreal]

Batfam Ages and Other Things

So technically I guess this would be an au, because of my oc and tweaking of characters ages, but most things stay the same and I’m not ever really planning on writing any full blown stories. I don’t trust myself to get the character characterizations right, having only just started to get very interested in the Bat Family. Bolded names are what they go my what now, that out of the way here we go!

Alfred Pennyworth/Agent A: 67 yrs old

Bruce Wayne/Batman: 44 yrs old

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson/Robin/Nightwing: 23 yrs old

Jason Todd/Robin/Red Hood: 19yrs old

Timothy ‘Tim’ Drake-Wayne/Robin: 15yrs old

Trace Drake-Wayne/Thrush: 15yrs old

Stephanie ‘Steph’ Brown/Spoiler/Robin: 15 yrs old

Cassandra ‘Cass’ Cain/Batgirl: 16yrs old

Barbara ‘Babs’ Gordon/Batgirl/Oracle: 25yrs old

Okay, ages and aliases out of the way! So lets see if I can get this into a comprehensible type beat of a timeline. Basically everything before Bruce becoming Batman is the same, parents die, Alfred stepping in being a father figure. Where I am going to really start is the night Dicks parents passed. So in the comics, and in other places and sites, its said that Tim was 5 when he went to the circus with his parents, I've shifted that back 1 year he’s 4 now. Why? Because I can, and it’ll make things move smoother. So because he is now 3 yrs old obviously he can’t really remember things very well from that young, but you know how you have these really vivid memories of like one or two things from when you were really young? Lightbulb memories, and that’s what the circus is for Tim, a lightbulb memory. His parents had brought him to a circus (Trace unable to come having come down extremely sick but Jack and Janet couldn��t go any other time it was to important), and he met this really bright personality person that hugged him so tight, tighter than he can ever remember, and he whispers something to him. But that's all he remembers, not before where his parents talk about this being a good opportunity to try and talk Bruce Wayne into a company partnership, or afterwards in the chaos of the Flying Grayson's dying. So, Dick’s 12, Tim’s 4 which make Trace 4 as well, making Jason 8, Bruce 22 and Alfred 45. (Age difference are because of birthdays happening, it all works out)

Five years later tiny 9 year old Tim is hopping rooftops, with his twin chasing behind him with various types of bandages cause their parents are out of town and their babysitter is very much asleep and nothing short of an atom bomb will wake her up, taking pictures of Batman and Robin. He snaps a picture and witnesses Robin execute a trick that only one person should be able to do. A trick that hes’ heard mentioned in one of the only stories his parents will tell him and his twin. Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson were Batman and Robin. Shortly after the mantle of Robin passed on to a new person, Bruces new ward, 13 year old Jason Todd.

Through the next three years and some months the two children would continue to jump rooftops following the vigilantes during the night. When not doing unnecessary parkour at night their either at school, both being smart enough to move up to sophomore year by the age of 12, skateboarding, Tim, studying medical books because someone has to keep their brother alive, Trace, trying to figure out if the oven should be smoking like that when they’re making pizza, both of them. When their parents are home it usually coincides with a gala being help so they would be dressed up for their parents tastes and attend in silence. One gala that sticks out to the both of them was held at Wayne Manor, their parents had set them free, planning on finally getting Wayne to agree to a partnership between their companies. The two snuck around the edges of the room, Trace tripping on their dress a couple of times falling into her brother, giggling. They ran into an older boy, also hanging around the edges of the room, for different reasons, looking uncomfortable. Tim was frozen with excitement from seeing Robin in person so up-close instead of from behind a camera lens. Trace saw a kid, an older kid sure but a kid, who unlike her and their brother wasn’t as comfortable with high society. The rest of the night the trio were quite inseparable, sneaking beneath tables and into other rooms in the manor, under Alfreds watchful eyes of course.

Of course this of era of time couldn’t last forever, and it ending with a death. Robin had run off to Switzerland, Batman not far behind him. The twins couldn’t follow them, not without making their parents suspicious. Eventually news came, but not in the way either of them were hoping. Jason Todd had died, the reason not to revealed to the public. Their parents were back in town for the funeral, the three kids had grown a little close in their civilian identities. Batman became more violent during his patrols, and Tim couldn’t make himself take pictures after the first couple of times. Three months passed before He couldn’t take it anymore, travelling to Bludhaven to Dick Grayson's apartment. Because Batman needs help, not just help he needs a partner, he needs a Robin. Dick said no, he couldn’t be Robin again, after Tim explained how he knew, but agreed that Tim was right. Batman did need help, and he would help as Nightwing, but not Robin. Five months after Jason had passed and Tim confronted Batman on a night that was more peaceful than most. Batman was flung into memories of catching a child stealing the tires off of his batmobile. He was refused, Batman didn’t want to be responsible for another childs death. Six months after the second Robin had died 12 year old Trace opens the door to Alfred Pennyworth. They knew what he was here for and called Tim down. And so the third Robin came into play, Batman agreeing to help train him. If the kid was going to go out anyway, he might as well make sure he’s prepared. Not long after Robin came into play, did another Vigilante make an appearance, Thrush.

Thrush only kept their identity secret for about a year before Batman figured them out and started training them to, by this time Nightwing had begun to help with Robins training so he also helped with Thrush. Thrush was an on field medic more than anything else, shown by the red cross on their chest where the Robins symbols was on her brothers uniform. They had a lot of experience with patching wounds, from night excursion cuts to belt lash's on the back. Their knowledge only grew over the years with Alfred and Dr Thompkins help.

When the two were 15 the Red Hood came onto the scene. And he seemed to have a vendetta against Robin and Batman. After a bad run in with the Red Hood at the Titan’s Tower Tim was put on bed rest for a while, and after he was off it was supposed to be benched from patrol. He would sneak out anyway so Batman made him promise to not go out without Him or Nightwing. It was a particularly quite night, one that Thrush wouldn’t be needed on, so Trace stayed at the Drake manor, planning on trying out a cake recipe Alfred gave them. The years where they made to oven smoke from making things far behind them. She was mixing the ingredients when there was a crash from the upper level of the house, the lights flickered and the power went out. In the dark Trace and Tim are practically indistinguishable besides their voice, that might have been the reason Red Hood came after them if they hadn’t known their name.

Red Hood took them, luring out Batman and Robin. He was focused on The Bat for the altercation allowing Tim to sneak and grab Trace. Unfortunately they were noticed as they were leaving and in the resulting chase they lost Batman. Tim and Red Hood fought, Robin taking considerably more hits that the Hood. After a while Tim was on the ground with Thrush standing in between them, ready to take any more hits for her brother. It was at this moment that Red Hood took of his helmet, “I’m not here to hurt you Trace. Just the replacement.” Twin gasps came from them, because behind the helmet was someone they both knew. It was their Robin, their hero, and their next door neighbor, Jason Todd back from death. Seeing Trace refusing to move, because that's their brother fuck you very much, even when Tim tells them too Jason leaves clutching his head. They were found not to long after by Nightwing and taken to the cave.

Things pretty much go in the direction you would think they do. Batman is confronted about Joker by Jason, Bruce and Dick get all teary eyed about him being alive and he is now slowly warming back up to his father, older brother, and two snot-nosed kids that are his younger siblings that don’t know their part of the family yet. And that’s were we are right now in the au. In the future Damian, Duke, and probably others will be added. I believe that’s all for now!

[sea-owl]

Personal headcanon:

Tim absolutely regrets the day Steph met Kori's brother Ryand'r or Ryan or Ry or even Ryry.

Those two are chaotic enough on their own but put them together and it's a nightmare. Their constanly touching and finding some way to get into trouble. A part of Tim really wants to reinforce the no metas in Gotham despite the Tameranean siblings being helpful with their strength and solar energy powers. Then he wouldn't have to deal with the touching, and the explosions, and the touching, and Steph braiding Ryand'r's long hair, and the constant touching.

Thank the Tameranean god(dess?) that motherhood and marriage has somewhat mellowed Kori or Tim would be afraid of her joining in a whole lot more than just encouraging and cheering from the sides. Tim wasn't sure how he could deal with TWO single "drop dead sexy" Tameraneans.

(No this has nothing to do with Tim being jealous. Shut up Jason, you too Damian.)

[clerkwithamouth]

Love her so much!!! 💜

Wayne Family Adventures may unfortunately be on hiatus but I’m still not done with these. This time we have Agent of Chaos Stephanie Brown.

Like always my previous sets are under the cut.

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[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

[ao3feed-jaytim]

The Feeling of Regret

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UdUPjD

by Bionerd2Piont0

It's been almost four months since the FBI raided the trafficking ring. He hadn’t seen Agent Todd since that heat; the Alpha seemed to do his best to stay away during the initial chaos and Tim had been a bit of a mess afterwards. Not so much that he hadn’t noticed Roy delivering lots of messages from Jason and Jason never to be found, but still.

Tim tries not to think about it too hard. He's just trying to recover.

Words: 10189, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Feelings of Life

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon (Mentioned), Dinah Lance (mentioned)

Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jason Todd, Omega Tim Drake, Beta Stephanie Brown, Alpha Cassandra Cain, Alpha Kon-El | Conner Kent, Alternate Universe - No Capes, Past Rape/Non-con, Scenting, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Healing, Fluff and Angst, Misplaced Guilt, Guilty Jason Todd, Jason Todd is a sweetheart, Anxious Tim Drake, Healing Snuggles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UdUPjD

[cephalog0d]

Batkid Drabble - "Trapped"

((For @dangerousdan-dan because I couldn't get this image out of my head and it makes me laugh.))

“Stop taking pictures and help,” Tim hissed as loudly as he dared. Steph absolutely did not do either, instead shifting to get a better angle of both Tim’s panicked expression and Damian’s cheek smushed against his shoulder.

“Cat rules, Timothan, you’re stuck.”

“I’m gonna be stuck with a knife when he wakes up!”

Steph sent the picture to the group chat, then immediately had to silence her phone as people responded. Tim winced and made an unsuccessful swipe for it, then went utterly still as either the sound or his movement abruptly roused Damian from his sleep.

For a long, tense moment nobody moved. Steph leaned back precariously over the coffee table, out of reach, while Tim sat frozen, one arm outstretched. Neither of them dared to even breathe.

Damian blinked slowly, muttered something unintelligible, then shifted to close the distance between him and Tim again before dropping his head heavily onto Tim’s shoulder and going back asleep almost instantly.

“Oh my god,” Steph breathed, hastily reopening the group chat. Tim looked, if anything, even more distressed.

“Stephanie. Help.”

“Shh, the baby’s sleeping.”

Tim’s face said she would pay for this later, but the photos would be worth it. Probably.

((Also on AO3))

[zephyr-ro-emenki]

Random Batfam Headcanon's #12:

Steph, The social media goblin that she is, Created a Twitter and Tumblr profile that's region locked to Gotham so that she can post the most brainrot coded Gotham/Batfam Meme's. For instance, a picture of Red Robin surrounded by 13 different cans of Red Bull during a stakeout with the caption "Local Cryptid too Caffeinated to Die." Or just a random picture of Orphan just standing normally with the Caption "You can't tell, but she's just got her Nails done."

Her most popular post is a recreation of that meme "Photobombing Photos with the engagement Ring a month before I proposed" but instead of an engagement Ring, she's just Flipping off every member of the Batfamily (and the Rogue's) behind their Back.

[ao3feed-timdrake]

The Feeling of Regret

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UdUPjD

by Bionerd2Piont0

It's been almost four months since the FBI raided the trafficking ring. He hadn’t seen Agent Todd since that heat; the Alpha seemed to do his best to stay away during the initial chaos and Tim had been a bit of a mess afterwards. Not so much that he hadn’t noticed Roy delivering lots of messages from Jason and Jason never to be found, but still.

Tim tries not to think about it too hard. He's just trying to recover.

Words: 10189, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Feelings of Life

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon (Mentioned), Dinah Lance (mentioned)

Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jason Todd, Omega Tim Drake, Beta Stephanie Brown, Alpha Cassandra Cain, Alpha Kon-El | Conner Kent, Alternate Universe - No Capes, Past Rape/Non-con, Scenting, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Healing, Fluff and Angst, Misplaced Guilt, Guilty Jason Todd, Jason Todd is a sweetheart, Anxious Tim Drake, Healing Snuggles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UdUPjD

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Ninja Hide-And-Seek

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RN5HJaY by gotham_cat Tim Drake decides the Batfam need a bonding activity to bring them back together. He decides on Ninja Hide-And-Seek. Chaos ensues. Or… The Batfamily are too good for normal hide-and-seek, so over the years they have perfected a new version, which they christened ‘Ninja Hide-And-Seek’. Tim decides to reinvent the game and use it to remind his family of their friendship. Words: 671, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman - Fandom, DC Comics, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Red Robin - Character, Batman, Agent A, Black Bat, Spoiler, Robin, Barbara Gordon, Oracle, Signal Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Fluff, Tim Drake-centric, My first proper fic so please don’t be too harsh, but constructive criticism is fine :), Crack, Angst, but not really, only brief and I still don’t know whether it actually counts as angst so it’s probably all right, Tim is sleep deprived, But when he gets sleep he’s unstoppable read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RN5HJaY

[canon-adjacent]

Bruce Wayne: I did not call you “a lot”

Stephanie Brown: ...

Tim Drake: ...

Bruce: *sighs* *pulls out his phone*

Bruce: Here, “Stephanie Brown: An unrestrained agent of chaos guaranteed to annihilate anything in her path, stopped only by baked goods and extreme force.”

Tim: ...What was that?

Bruce: Her contact information.

Tim: ...

Stephanie: ...Can you write my letters of recommendation?

Stephanie Brown: Well, I’m not sure I should be bold. I’ve been told, by more than a few people, that I’m “a lot.”

Bruce Wayne: Who?

Tim Drake: Mostly you.